July 22nd 2004
Recorded LIVE! from Clarke
Drake Arena, Edmonton, AB
Card subject to change without notice
Previously - King of Ages moves into full
flight as ACWs destiny is being changed in far away places.
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Flashback.
Two entire days, but Quinton couldn't expel the grief and the guilt from his soul. Not to mention, the fiery anger at what he'd failed to do when he promised he'd do it. Wiping the tears from his eyes, Quincy Mama pushed open the door to his locker-room and haphazardly threw his bag down onto the floor. The lights were already turned on, so he didn't bother about that. He had more pressing issues to deal with. At the top of the list, though, was to figure out a way to stop the flashback from cropping up every five minutes. The first came just two days ago, on Tuesday, during tSC's latest edition of TNW. And it's lingered on inside of his head ever since. Standing there, in the middle of his room, Quinton didn't know what to do. Until a sharp pain in his head arose almost instantly, threatening to blow his brains out. Quinton grunted as he held his temples with his hands, trying to squeeze the agony out of his cerebrum, but only found himself dropping down to the floor. And within seconds... the Castaway found himself transported back in time, in something resembeling an outer-body experience. His eyes blurred, and as he blinked, May realised that he was reliving that horrid moment in Mansfield, Ohio. Once again. Another edition of ACW's Courage show was coming to an end, after yet another hellacious night. But there was more to come. The brawl in the back, between Quinton's Army & The British Army; May remembered vividly. Quinton saw himself and SilverHAWK pushing past the security officials, with the flashback now crawling along in slow-motion. The Canadian's heart started to freeze up, yet it was beating faster than it had ever done so in a long time; the same way it felt during all the other flashbacks he had over the days. Quinton watched on, with his body still stuck in present time but his mind & his memories very past living out the past, as he and Janitor Morris and SilverHAWK broke away from the massive battle inside the building to give chase. Bobby Knickerson had snapped and was hellbent on doing what nobody else could possibly do. Murdering the one they call Vincent Pembridge. But as the trio finally tracked down Bobby & Vincent, they watched on in absolute horror as a speeding car bursted out of the shadows and ran Bobby down, without any hint of slowing down whatsoever. May blinked his eyes repeatedly and snapped out of the flashback, Pembridge's maniacal laugh still resonating in his eardrums, unceasing. The Canadian Gladiator founnd himself in a fetal position on the floor, almost out of breath. This flashback seemed to be much more rocky than all the others he'd had since Tuesday night. Considering they replayed the same thing over and over again, May couldn't quite understand why this one was especially traumatic and violent. He got up to his feet, nonetheless, feeling more tired than he was twenty minutes earlier. Admittedly, a lack of sleep and jet-lag had taken its toll on Quincy's body. He should have expected it, May chided himself. "Would rather a vision over another flashback!" Quincy then mumbled to himself, as he threw himself onto a chair, taking a glance at the wall-clock as he did so. Still plenty of time before his match with Kelly Flawless. Not that he cared about the match now. Only one thought was on his mind. "I've got to find Bobby's killer." IN
LOVING MEMORY OF BOBBY KNICKERSON
More Cryptic Babbling.
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William Laguna very rarely lost his temper, in fact, he never lost his temper, it was a sign of weakness to him, but as he sat in his office on the phone to the ACW TV rep he was loosing his temper. "What I'm saying William, is that due to the half hour cut this week, you can't run seven matches, I'm sorry. For the taping, you are going to have to give the highlights of a match...and then show the rest." CLICK. Laguna hung up. This was not starting well.
THE FOLLOW MATCH WAS A DARK MATCH, THEREFORE OFF CAMERA. Winner > Simian Kade
Someone Has Some Issues
Gordo, in all his Gucci glory, eyed Ramey with the type of arrogant disdain a mountain lion would look at a hyena. The kind of look suited for a man who pretends to be something he was not. He couldn't resist the urge to comment at the humble Jesse Ramey, snidely commenting. “Pfft… When did they let FANS roam around backstage.” Jesse turning for a moment, taking his left hand and wiping the hair out of his face, and with a very unemotional face, “Fans? Did you say something about the fans?” Then rage can forth and Jesse grabbed Jamar by his shirt, “They still like me! The fans love me! I can still ENTERTAIN them!” Jamar was used to his share of people trying to get at him, physically and mentally, but you DO NOT TOUCH THE GUCCI. He swiftly batted away Jesse's hands with force, striking that Cheshire grin he became known for as he "educated" Ramey on the subject he brought up. "Ramey, look at you. You look like you belong sleeping in a cardboard box behind the local 7-Eleven. That and your skills are limited dawg. Not what I'd call masterful, say, like a man of my talents. So yea, you want my opinion. No, you CAN'T entertain the fans. Period." Jamar added, "To be honest...it makes me SICK when I see a guy like you compared to a man like me. It's an insult to even share the same locker room with your sorry ass.” “I wasn’t asking for an opinion!” Jesse screamed as he turned, placing both hands on the top of his head, and pulling at his hair slightly, “It wasn’t a question! It was a statement! I can! I can entertain the fans!” Jesse continued to scream with more emotion going into his thoughts, brought out as words. Then tears began to stream down his face, “I am talented! I am a superior athlete!” Jamar could not believe what he was seeing. He was watching Ramey break down RIGHT in front of him. At first he found it amusing, but even he had a conscience, somewhere under all that love for himself. However, to be nice would mean to be vulnerable, and Jamar was having none of it, time to bring on the tough words, whether he liked it or not. If Jesse went crazy, so be it. "So that's what it's come to huh, Ramey? You're gonna cry like a bitch now because nobody wants to kiss your ass...maybe because they see you as the talentless hack you really are?" But he was willing to give Ramey the benefit of the doubt. Even Arnold had one GOOD movie. "So let's say you are serious. Lets say you ARE talented. Maybe you can entertain. Prove it bitch." “I will prove it!” Jesse shouted as he turned, “I will prove it tonight! That King of Ages Tournament is mine!” Jesse turned and began to walk away, before stopping, turning back to Jamar and bending over shouting at the top of his lungs, then turning back and walking away. Jamar shook his head, taken aback by Ramey's erratic behavior. Not one to make Chinese arithmetic out of 2 + 2, Jamar simply slipped on his baby blue Ray-Ban's and said, "Do they even BOTHER to give psychiatric exams to these guys before they hire them? Ugh."
Everybody Was Scorpion Fightin'. *strums guitar*
Cheeky little cunt he is, eh? Anyways, as he zipped up his pants and leaned back in his seat, proud of having spilled his seed all over the floor, Laguna suddenly heard a knock at the door. "Come in!" the Italian said, as he scratched his goatee, before realising there was still some white stuff on his hand. Thus, he lapped it up. Meanwhile, AZRAEL ASESINO and his manager, Torres, stepped into the office of Laguna, looking confused. Apparently, they had been summonned for a very important meeting with Laguna. William motioned for Torres & Azrael to sit down, & they did. "You wished to speak to me and my esteemed client, Mr Laguna?" Torres, the greatest manager in all of Mexico, asked of the ponytailed, who simply nodded and opened one of his drawers. "Yes, I did. Having spent the whole of yesterday dealing with some kid from Kansas, I finally got THIS back!" William exclaimed as he produced the Scorpion Fighting Title from the drawer, much to Torres' perked curiousity. "And due to a fluke drawing of all the pairings of the KOA matches tonight, I have good news for you. Tonight, Torres, your client's match with Natalie Quinston will involve the Scorpion Fighting Title. Now, not only does Azrael have the chance to advance in the KING OF AGES tournament, he also has the opportunity to win a title held by some of the more established superstars in this industry. This title is in its infancy stages, so if Azrael does win it, he will have a great chance of making the title a legacy of his that will be remembered forever!" Wow, this is interesting, isn't it? Azrael remained unmoving, his face devoid of any emotion. Torres, on the other hand, was a stark contrast. He started clapping his hands for some reason, a huge smile forming on his roundish face. This news was obviously very pleasing to his eyes, although Laguna himself wasn't so enthused -- maybe because Natalie Quinston stood an equal chance of winning it. And truth be told, after having Phil Atken and Chris Messiah be in control of the title over the last couple of months following Atken's sneaky win over Quinton May on April 29, the ponytailed Italian wanted someone likeable to hold the belt. The controversy over the spectacular Cage Match between Atken & Messiah now presented William with that chance. "Anyways, good luck to you, Azrael. That shall be all for now. Just so you know, the match will compete under the, ahem, William Laguna Doctrine. An official will further elaborate in a short bit." Laguna explained, before he stood up and aimed to shake hands with Torres. Torres, though, was excitedly mumbling in some native tongue of his, ecstatic at the chance presented to Azrael. So much so that he ignored William Laguna completely and waddled out of the office, motioning for Azrael to follow him at once. Asesino at least nodded his head at Laguna before leaving for his pow-wow with Torres. "Azrael, man, do you realise what tonight is?!" Torres squealed the second Azrael closed the door of Laguna's office behind him. The enigmatic Asesino shook his head, although he had an inkling of what his manager was going to say. Torres went ahead with his declaration: "Tonight, friend, is the biggest night of your career! This is the greatest chance you could ever be given, and rightfully so, I should think! After all, you've done well here since your debut, but tonight is all about taking that extra step, Azrael! Tonight, you can become the Scorpion Fighting Champion! That's huge!" Asesino nodded, wanting to offer his own input on the situation as it was developing, but Torres cut him off with more gibberish. Bringing a slight frown to Azrael's face as he put his hands on his hips and reluctantly listened to what his manager had to say, while retreating into his own private thoughts... Torres is right. This is an extremely massive chance for me. The fact that it's, first and foremost, a KOA match, is not lost on me. The tournament's two prizes are extremely coveted. So is this Scorpion Fighting Title, though, It is the stepping stone to greatness. It shall pave the way for my future successes down the road, and I'm grateful for this chance. I realise that. But... do I really need Torres to keep annoying me with information I am already aware of? Getting a slap on the arm from Torres stirred Azrael out of his thinking, and the best damn manager in Mexico motioned for his client to return to their locker-room for last minute preparations. Torres was still over the moon over what had just transpired in William Laguna's office. He knew what Azrael being the champion would mean. It would make HIM look even more of a success. Azrael, though, knew this too, as the frown on his face widened. For now, however, he was stuck with Torres.
There was no wait tonight, the music just hit out of nowhere, at the beginning of the first chorus. 'Eyes Wired Shut' by Edgewater. Jesse Ramey pushed the curtains aside forcefully. He was pumped, daaamn pumped, and all he wanted to do was get into that ring and fight. He wore his usual wrestling tights and a loose ‘ACW > fWo’ muscle shirt over it. As he neared the ring, he pulled the shirt off and chucked it the ground and marched up the steps into the ring. He turned and leaned against the ropes and shouted, “Come on Saban, don’t keep me waiting all night! We’ve got a set window of time and I’m itching to advance!” 'Aerials' by System of a Down The anti-pacifist pushed out through the curtains, yes just as forcefully as Jesse did himself, to boos from the Edmonton crowd. They certainly happy with one Paiste Saban… but did Saban give a fuck? Oh heeeell no. Though as he marched closer to the ring… something happened that he did not expect. Though maybe he should have… that carazy fighting bastard. The LoC, tSC aaaand ACW star vaulted himself over the top rope with a plancha, catching Saban completely off-guard and taking him down to a huge pop from the crowd. Ramey brought Saban back up and rolled him into the ring, then followed him in. Ramey quickly brought Saban up and whipped him into the ropes, then caught him coming off with a drop-toe-hold. Saban hit the mat hard, face-first, and stumbled back up to his feet. Jesse Ramey immediately hooked him and took him hard to the mat with a snap suplex. Bad Attitude then covered, but only got one. Ramey brought Paiste back to his feet and whipped him into the corner, then followed him in with a leaping bodysplash. With Saban still in the corner, Jesse went to work with a series of chops to the chest, stinging Slugger. The Anti-Pacifist fought back with a combination of brawling fighter savvy and complete disregard for the rules, kicking Ramey below the belt and sending him staggering back, doubled over. This was the King of Ages tournament afterall… you did what you had to. Saban followed that up by running out of the corner and taking Ramey down with a bulldog. With Jesse down, Saban gave him a few choice kicks and made the cover, getting two. Paiste brought Jesse up and whipped him into the ropes, then leapt up and clocked Ramey with a leaping clotheline, taking him down. Saban then ran into the ropes, jumped onto the second strand, and flew off with an asai moonsault, hitting his target somewhat cleanly and showing that willy nilly extremist part of his mindset. Instead of covering, Saban signalled that he wanted to end this one early, holding his fist to the sky to boos from the fans. As Saban brought Jesse to his feet and into position. Eeeexcept Ramey caught the boot. Enzuri! In the same motion, he kept ahold of Saban’s leg and dragged him down to the mat. Jesse floated through the takedown into a single-leg crab submission move to the cheers of the crowd. Paiste Saban grimaced in pain, and immediately set about working towards the ropes. He crawled slowly to them as Ramey wrenched the hold in harder. The referee asked if he wanted to submit, but Saban shook his head. He dragged himself with his free hand, clawing the mat to drag himself closer. Clawing like R Kelly at a kiddy pool! Finally, he raised his arm in one last try... and grabbed the ropes on the way down. Ramey reluctantly broke the hold, but immediately brought Saban back to his feet and started to go back to work. Ramey whipped Saban into the ropes and went for a dropkick, but Saban grabbed the ropes, stopping himself. Ramey slammed to the mat, and Saban immediately walked over and grabbed him by the head. In one motion, Ramey reached up, grabbed Saban, and rolled him into a small package. One! Two! Kickout by Saban, but just barely. Both men got up, and Ramey nailed Saban with a lariat, dropping him down to the mat. Embarrassed and angered by the near-flash-pin, Saban dropped down but was unloaded on by Ramey with shots to the head, finally breaking it up at the referee's count of four. Ramey brought Saban to his feet and kicked him in the gut, doubling him over. Jesse then double-underhooked his arms and drove him to the mat with a double-arm DDT. Mr. Bad Attitude went for the cover, and got just two. Jesse brought Paiste up again and grabbed him by the head, then took him up and over with an exploder suplex, driving the former Mundane fighter to the mat. Ramey went to Paiste's legs and twisted him up, tightly, finally applying an STF, a painful submission hold that is a rare but effective part of his arsenal. One again… the Anti-Pacifist had to make it to the ropes or risk submission, and he had a tough task on his hands. Saban slowly crawled toward the ropes, and finally came close to reaching them. He reached out a hand... and Ramey forced him back, causing Saban’s hand to come down just short of the salvation of the ropes. Jesse dragged Saban back to the middle of the ring, and Paiste appeared to have nowhere to go. Ramey smiled wearily, sure of his impending victory. The smile turned to an expression of shock as Saban used the last of his energy to roll both men over, increasing the pain to Ramey due to the awkward angles, but at the same time putting both of Jesse Ramey's shoulders on the mat. One! Two! …and Jesse had no choice but to release the hold. Ramey, angry but composed, got up and dragged Saban up as well, then turned him over and hooked his head, going for the Hangover. To Jesse's surprise, however, Saban turned around and took Slugger over with a northern lights suplex, ending up with Ramey in a pinned position. One! Two! … but no go. Both men got up again, and this time Saban ducked Ramey's attempted clothesline. He then dropped Bad Attitude to the mat with a brainbuster. To the jeers from the crowd, Saban uncharacteristically headed up top, looking perhaps to pull off the stunning victory over Ramey… and advance on the road to King of Ages. Ramey however lunged towards the ropes and Saban fell from his perched position to the mat, allowing Ramey to fully get back up to his feet. He brought Paiste Saban up and took him RIGHT BACK DOWN. The Hangover. The crowd cheered as Ramey, forgoing the Attitude Adjustment, made a double-leg hooked cover, and the ref made the count. One! Two! Three! Jesse Ramey was the victor, and raised his hands to the sky, as the referee took one of his arms and continued to raise it… Ramey’s next opponent? T.O. Something that would certainly… prove to have interesting ramification. Two KoA matches down. One one of the air… but still five to go. Soooo… let’s go! Courage rolled on... Winner >
A Great Chance At Hand
The two newest femme fatales of the ACW roster, having made the switch from tA to ACW due to a vested interest in one Quinton May, were in their shoddy locker-room discussing about something. And that something involved one of the titles of the company that was given life all thanks to one criminally insane British degenerate sometime last year. Ahem. Yes, that Scorpion Fighting Title. "Believe me, I'm as surprised as you are!" Fejona confided in Natalie, who was performing some stretches that left little to the imagination in terms of how her body was contorted. "William Laguna himself was quite bitter about it, but serves him right for wanting to do the fair thing. Idiot." Natalie was still not getting the whole picture. "Please explain." "It goes a little something like this. He called me into my office and begrudingly congratulated me on my victory over Ecks last week. Told me that he half-expected me to cheat to win or something. Then he said that he intended to crown a new Scorpion Fighting Champion tonight, and the lucky pairing that he drew out of the hat were you & that Azrael chap." Fejona elaborated as clearly as she could, which made Natalie go all 'ahhhh'. Then, Natalie started to daydream about parading around her hotel room, naked, with the Scorpion Fighting Title. Odd daydream for a woman, yes, but I have to cater to a highly horny male population here. "This is a great chance at hand, Natalie." Fejona started up again, snapping Natalie out of her daydream. "The Scorpion Fighting Title is actually crucial to what we have in store for ol' Quinton. It could help us mess with his head more, especially when Seph is ready to get going." Zuh? Seph? Did she mean 'Steph'? Or was the Cambodian Femme Fatale going senile? Natalie stood up to her feet, rolling her eyes a little. Once again, Fejona was going to lecture her about how massively important the match with Azrael Asesino was, and especially now, with the Scorpion Fighting Title apparently up for grabs. Turning to look at the mirror, for her hair's sake, Natalie responded: "Ah, yes. Seph. What a riot he will be. But yes, Fej, I know this is a great chance. You don't have to worry about me. I'm ready. I'm so ready, I feel like I could vomit at any second. But I won't, of course." Fejona blinked. If Natalie was trying to convince Min of her readiness, Min felt Natalie had failed. Deep down, though, the Enchanting Delinquent was a wee bit jealous. Having only burst onto the scene early this year, Fejona Min had quickly established herself as a tough battler, en route to winning theAsylum's Women Title and actually DEFENDING it whenever a challenge arose, unlike some of the title's past holders. *cough*Lotus*cough*Cara*cough* Anyways, the point was, Fejona felt SHE should have been the one to have a crack at a title such as the Scorpion Fighting Title. Not only was she more suited for it, being predominantly a fighter and all, but the Cambodian Femme Fatale thought that she holding the title would enable her to play more mind games with Quinton Lindsey May. Oh well, tonight's surprise will have to suffice!, Fejona concluded. "Hey. Earth to Fej? You listening to me?" Natalie questioned, bringing the Enchanting Delinquent out of her little world of envy and ponderment. Standing up and blinking, Min nodded. "Yeah, sure. Errr, what is it you said again?" "I said, you don't have to worry." Quinston repeated, smiling devilishly. "I am ready. Completely ready. After all, I've had the best trainer I can have, who happens to be my best friend and a consummate business partner. Not to mention, an ocean of fiery passion in... bed." Whoa. WHOAAA. Did she just say what I think she just said? Fejona chuckled, and the two women promptly filed out of the room, with the clock ticking down to Quinston's KOA preliminary encounter with Azrael Asesino. And as if the tournament wasn't overloading with enough high stakes, this particular bout had the Scorpion Fighting Title available for the taking. This night just got much more interesting.
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More names went down the page, but Wallace didn’t care to read on.
This next match is another first round match in the King of Ages Tournament that has seen some great action thus far. It will pit Quinton May’s rival Natalie Quinston against newcomer to the ACW Azrael Asesino. This looks to be a very interesting match with two wrestlers with very similar in ring styles. CUE UP: “Crossbearer” by Cave In The lights dimmed as Azrael Asesino walked out onto the stage to a mixed reaction from the crowd with Torres walking a little in front of him. Asesino strolled down to the ring as he waved to the fans ringside. Torres grabbed Asesino and told him to get into the ring. Torres stood on the outside and watched his man stand in the corner awaiting his opponent for the night. CUE UP: “Lucky You” by The Deftones The lights dimmed again as strobe lights circled the arena. That brought Natalie Quinston out onto the stage to a loud chorus of boos. You would get booed to if you have issues with the resident ‘good guy’ of the ACW, Quinton May, our Television Champion mined you. Natalie slowly made her way down to the ring never taking her eyes off of Asesino in the ring. She finally made it to the ring bypassing Torres on the floor who winked at her. Natalie shrugged him off as she hopped onto the apron and climbed into the ring. The two combatants were ready to make history and become the second ever King of Ages Tournament winner. I guess I also forgot to mention that before this match took place it was decided that whoever won the match would not only be going to the second round of the KoA tournament but would be the new ACW Scorpion Fighting Champion. How could I forget to mention that? Since his match was now for the vacated ACW Scorpion Title that would mean that it would be fought under Scorpion Title rules. If you have been a fan of ACW for the past year or more you should know what the rules are by now. But for all the new fans out there I guess I will have to state the rules once more. There are two methods of attaining victory. The first way is via pinfall, where each competitor is allowed a total of SIX pinfall attempts; after all of which have been exhausted, he or she must resort to the other option. The second way of procuring the win is via top-rope elimination, and this can be achieved by throwing your opponent over the top rope, and ensuring both his or her feet touch the floor. There are no disqualifications, no outside-the-ring counts, no time limits. Get it.. Got it… Good!! Now we can actually start the match. The bell sounded and the match was underway. So much at stake in this match. One of these two competitors could inch one step closer in becoming King of the ACW and walk away with the ACW Scorpion Champion. Asesino and Quinston locked up in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. Asesino shoved Natalie to the mat as the young woman looked on with a smirk on here face. Asesino waited for Natalie to get to her feet as Torres was screaming at him from the floor. Azrael didn’t want to jump head first into anything being that there was so much riding on this match. Natalie and Asesino again approached each other but this time a thumb to the eye by Quinston stopped Asesino in his tracks. Natalie grabbed Asesino by the head and whipped him into the ropes. Asesino bounced off the ropes and tried to nail Natalie with a clothesline but she quickly ducked the attempt. All Asesino got for his troubles was a kick to the gut and a snap DDT!! Natalie didn’t go for the pin attempt just yet because she knew she only had six attempts to work with. So instead she picked Asesino up from the mat and moved him into the corner. Natalie started to show her fighting background as she hit Asesino with several rapid kicks and punches. All Azrael could do was try to cover up and block the attack. This prompted Torres to go nuts on the floor, yelling at the ref, yelling at Natalie, and by god yelling at Asesino. This didn’t help matters as Natalie backed up and nailed Asesino with a flying shoulder charge in the corner. Asesino crumbled to the mat as Natalie went for the first pinfall attempt. ONE… TWO… KICKOUT BY AZRAEL… Natalie didn’t let the kick out deter her as she continued with the onslaught. She picked up Asesino and whipped him into the ropes again. This time when Asesino bounced off the ropes he was met with a sleeper hold which was applied pretty tight. Or so it would seem. Asesino quickly turned into the hold and drove Quinston down with a side suplex that got Torres clapping. Asesino got to his feet and went to the top rope. He was looking for a moonsault but missed badly as he crashed to the mat when Natalie quickly moved out of the way. Natalie quickly climbed to the apron and nailed Asesino with a somersault leg drop from the outside in. That got the crowd excited, as they knew the highflying style would come into play in the match. Natalie shoved Asesino to the floor in front of his manager Torres who was giving him an ear full. She had no wasted motion in her movements as she climbed through the ropes to the apron. She looked down and nailed Torres and Asesino with an Asai moonsault from the middle ropes. Natalie was smart to climb through the ropes so she couldn’t lose the match. Torres, Asesino, and Natalie all lay on the floor as the fans cheered the exciting match so far. Natalie was the first to get her feet, obviously. She grabbed Asesino and tossed him into the ring as she rolled into the ring herself. She quickly went for another cover. ONE… TWO… NO!! FOOT ON THE ROPES!! That’s right Asesino had his foot on the bottom rope but what the ref and Natalie didn’t realize is that Torres put his foot there. Come on people, NO DQ remember. It had also seemed that Quinston had already exhausted two pinfall attempts so she would have to pin Azrael with one of her four pin attempts left or she could toss him over the top rope. That could work also. Natalie came to fight tonight and if Asesino didn’t know that he knows it now. Natalie went to pick up Asesino again but was surprised with an Inside Cradle pin fall attempt by Asesino. ONE… TWO… KICKOUT BT QUINSTON!! That didn’t surprise her enough for the win. Both competitors got to their feet as Natalie tried to get a quick kick in but Asesino ducked the attempt and caught her with an Overhead Belly to back throw. Where did that come from? It doesn’t matter now because the back of Natalie’s head met the canvas. Asesino grabbed Natalie and hooked her in a camel clutch submission that would put pressure on her back and neck area that she just landed on. Smart move by Asesino. Azrael was back in this match and he was going to take Natalie down anyway he could. However Natalie wasn’t submitting from the hold as she continued to fight her way to the ropes. Natalie was one tough cookie and Asesino was finding it out first hand. Azrael finally broke the hold, as it wasn’t getting him anywhere. But on the contrary, it was softening up a back and neck that is possibly in more pain as we speak. Asesino picked up Natalie and drove her down to the mat with a snap suplex. He went to the air in one fell swoop. He dove off the top with modified flying elbow drop to the throat. Asesino hooked the leg for the cover. ONE… TWO… THR--- NO!! KICKOUT!! How in the hell did she kick out? She is one tough chick. I am pretty sure Torres and Asesino were both thinking the same exact thing. Asesino grabbed Natalie by her hair and tried to pick her up to her feet but was blocked by a low blow from Natalie. Torres yelled at the ref about the low blow but the ref just shrugged it off. It’s NO DISQUALIFICATIONS, Torres. Azrael fell to his knees as Natalie got to her feet and nailed Asesino with a jumping side-knee smash into the side of Asesino’s face. Natalie wasn’t done as she hooked Azrael with a backward head scissors choke. Asesino had nowhere to go, as he was in the middle of the ring in this particular submission. But Asesino was not giving up because he knew the Scorpion Title and advancement to the next round of the King of Ages Tournament. Torres grabbed Natalie from under the ropes and raked her eyes, which broke the hold. Torres was definitely getting himself involved in the match but not to Asesino’s delight. Torres started to yell and Asesino and Natalie in the ring. Asesino got to his feet at the same time as Natalie. Natalie rushed at Asesino with a spinning heel kick that took him down hard to the mat. Natalie went for a quick cover. ONE… TWO… TH--- NO!! ANOTHER KICKOUT BY ASESINO!! Natalie slammed her hands to the mat in frustration. She went to grab Asesino again but let him go as her attention was diverted to the rampway. Why was her attention diverted? Two words… QUINTON MAY!! The ACW Television Champion was in the house and this distracted Natalie. Quinton made his way slowly to the ring while holding the Television title on his right shoulder. Quinton walked past Torres and took a seat on the other side of the ring to watch this match up close and personal. Natalie yelled obscenities toward Quinton. We don’t want to say that stuff, now do we? Quinton smiled as he pointed behind Natalie who was hit with a spinning heel kick as she turned around. Azrael climbed to the top rope waiting for Natalie to get to her feet. She stood up and turned around as was nailed with a flying dropkick from Asesino. He raced over for the cover. ONE… TWO… THR--- NO!! KICKOUT!! Natalie kicked out again as Asesino didn’t let the kickout get to him as he picked her up and drove her down with a spinning back breaker. Asesino hooked Natalie in the Cangjero, that’s Azrael’s version of a Boston Crab. Natalie screamed in pain. AHHHHHHHHHHH I told you she screamed in pain. Asesino released the hold and picked up Natalie and whipped her into the ropes. Natalie was then driven down to the mat with a big powerslam. Asesino hooked Natalie’s leg for the pinfall. ONE… TWO… NO!! ANOTHER KICKOUT!! Nothing was keeping these two down on the mat, as both competitors wanted this match in the worse way. Quinton looked on still sitting in the chair keeping and eye on Natalie. Asesino went to the top rope again looking for another high-risk maneuver. Azrael dove off the top with an elevated frog splash but Natalie barely got out of the way. Natalie stood to her feet with the help of the ropes waiting for Asesino to get to his feet. Azrael go to his feet and was met by a big roundhouse kick from Natalie. She saw Asesino fall to the mat like a big red wood. Natalie smirked as she climbed to the top rope. She came off the top with a Senton Bomb that was picture perfect. Natalie went for the cover. ONE… TWO… THRE-- NO!! AZRAEL KICKED OUT AGAIN!! These are some tough competitors. Either one of them would be a good Scorpion Champion and an even better King of the ACW. Er.. Queen of the ACW in Natalie’s case. Natalie grabbed Asesino and drove him down with a rolling cradle DDT!! Natalie went for another cover on Asesino with her feet on the bottom ropes. ONE… TWO… THR--- NO!! QUINTON MAY PUSHED NATALIE’S FEET OFF THE ROPES!! Quinton shook his head at Natalie who is yelling loudly to Quinton for getting involved with her match. May shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Natalie. At this time while Natalie’s attention was on May yelling at him, Asesino was making his way to his feet with the help of Torres. Natalie didn’t notice that Asesino was getting to his feet. Azrael raced across the ring and threw Natalie over the top to the floor. That was it. Azrael Asesino had won the match. He was going to the next round of the King of Ages Tournament and he was the new ACW Scorpion Fighting Champion. Natalie was livid on the floor as Quinton walked up the ramp smiling. The ref went to hand Asesino the title as the new champ took the title and held it tight in the middle of the ring as he fell to his knees in disbelief. He had won his first ACW title and he was overjoyed. But Torres took the title from Asesino and started jumping up and down like he just won the title himself. Torres held the title high in the air as the crowd gave a mixed reaction. Azrael looked at his manager who was celebrating with HIS title. Asesino looked on as Torres started to kiss the title and yell into the camera. “Look at this EGN, look at me! I’m a champion and you’re not.” Torres took the ACW Scorpion Fighting Title and posed with the title on each turnbuckle as he really thought he won a championship title. Courage faded to commercial… Winner > Azrael Asesino
Good Mood… Bad Mood
I'm
winning, You're losing. The crowd booed but they also didn’t like booing him, because he loved to be hated. Just for that they booed even louder and he endured it like an essences of life. The curtains shuffled for the first time to night that would lead to a match. The action pact night of Courage was about to start and the night full of matches was about to begin. The people were ready, Lancett was ready and doing his normal routine down the isle heading towards the ring. Lancett was at the mouth of the isle and he looked to his left then his right as he spread his arms out and absorbed the great boos. This is what he lived for, he loved the hate they gave him, no one really knew why. He slid into the ring as he strolled to his corner as he stretched his body out. Yea,
I ain't scared of you motherfuckers The curtains remained motionless. I'm
sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya Mailk Roland still didn’t make his way through the curtains. What was going on? when
you in the kinda truck that I push up to the joint Lancett looked at the referee who then looked back at him as puzzled as him. Lancett then saw his opportunity, “Start the ten count, ref. Do your damn job.” The referee looked at the time keeper and the announcer both clueless. you'll
be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you wanna “Count!” The referee didn’t know what else to do, so he started the count and everyone started to boo out the count so you couldn’t even hear the referee at the count of… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… Lancett got on the turnbuckle and raised his arms in acceptance of his amazing win, well as far as he was concerned. 10!!! That was it, Lancett moves on to the second round as a victor and he didn’t even break a sweat. Winner > Lancett
Welcome Alisha! Pt1
It was odd, for any wrestler, especially ones that could be seen and hunted down by ravage beast lurking for signatures, to be out walking among the common folk, but she was different. She wasn’t a name, nor was she even a face. She was simply Alisha Davis. “Oh joy! Another pound of sweaty hungry dogs, all testing their manhood for the sake of sport competition,” Alisha muttered, stepping across the grass and to a back part of the building where her more then gorgeous face, not to mention a backstage pass, would get her in behind the ACW scenes. As she stepped up to a husky security guard, one sleeping at his post, with his hat bent in front of his face, she simply shook her head and tried to pass by. By the sleeping bear awoke, and grabbed her delicate hand, pulling her back outside and into waiting hands of two other officers. With smiles from ear to ear, the men looked her up and down. “Pigs,” she thought to herself, concealing her purse under her arm. She wore the most delicate silk dress imaginable. A real classy woman from head to toe, and ear to ear. From her pure diamond necklace and earrings, to her silk noir dress, to her perfectly place strands of hair that flowed from her head and graced down her back. He supple skin and her ruby lipstick made her untouchable to the common man. But standing in front of her were three hounds, not men. “How can we help you miss,” the husky guard asked, with a smile crossing his face. “Wipe the smile off your face, your not going to get anywhere with me you walking hormone,” she replied with an ever bigger smile, which angered the guard to full extent. “Listen lady, I’m here to do my job, not take insults from you. Look at you all dolled up, think we will just let you walk into the back and get it on with one of the guys backstage. I’m sorry miss, but only those with proper ID can make it past me,” the guard said, crossing his arms and returning his smile. “Hmm, I would have thought if I brought you a doughnut and a beer you would let me get it on with at least you,” she replied. “Oh please please Mr. Macho Man, can we please get it on,” she continued with a highly sarcastic voice. The two guards behind her smirked and giggled as a small helpless female put their head officer in his place. He grew tired with the little girl and started to rub his chin, pondering a way to out wit and out play this beauty of the night. “So tell me where is your…” “Security pass,” Alisha interrupted, pulling out a small pass from her purse and handing it to the guard. “Is this what your looking for?” The guard looked it up and down and matched the face to the figure in front of him. His face grew red, as he knew he was wrong in stopping her, but he was going to catch her somehow. He looked her down again, and finally rested on her purse. “Let me see your purse,” he asked, putting his arm out to receive it. “Asking a lady for her purse. My my, aren’t we the perfect gentlemen,” she replied, holding her purse tightly in her hand. “The
purse now,” he demanded, flicking his fingers as he expected her
to hand over whatever she was carrying. “You mind telling me what this is,” he asked, holding up a small bottle of pills that were found in her purse. Alisha smiled and gazed at the bottle of pills that’s he grasped in his hands. She quickly took it from his hands and showed the other two men behind her. She shook the bottle and looked at the husky guard. “Why babe, it’s simply my survival!”
Four-Move Kill: Pawn, Bishop, and Queen.
Ahhh, oooh, another one of those KOA preliminaries, then. Winner > T.O.
Welcome Alisha! Pt2
“You caught me,” she announced, “I have been told to bring these into the locker room for a sort of pick me up for some of the boys. Nothing harmless of course, just to help them, how should I say it? Entertain more!” The guard looked at the helpless little princess, with the cute button smile on her face. Her rosy cheeks and angel smile made her a catch. She went a little closer, and ran her finger across his chin and over his mouth. She smiled as she drew closer. “You wouldn’t want me to get in trouble now would you,” she asked, whispering into his ear. “I promise you, I am telling you the truth.” “Well darling I would believe you except, these are not pick me ups as you say that are. Their illegal, and your under arrest for trafficking.” Her arms were grabbed tightly and her shoulders restrained as the hungry guard got out his cuffs. He smiled as he opened them, and watched the fear in her eyes build to the brim. She ran tears down her cheeks, which released some of the tension from the guards. They let her go and for a moment actually felt sorry for her. “They’re not even mine,” she cried out, “I was told to bring them inside and slip them into the men’s drinks or sever damage would be done to me.” “Who told you this,” asked one of the guards. “A man by the name of Lucas Roberts. He is setting me up.” “Where is he now,” the husky man asked. She pointed towards to the back of the parking lot, to a car with lights still. Being the big brave men they were, they set off after the man who was to be the real criminal in all this mess. Alisha wiped her tears away, and thanked the guards for doing their job. All three ran to the parking lot, guns drawn from their holsters. Alisha smiled, “Pfft, typical male macho,” she said, “poor little me. I could have been hurt,” she muttered in a real baby voice, mocking the men as they walked off. She let out a little giggle, and made her way towards the inside. With her cheek’s red with delight, and stepping with a high purpose, Miss Davis made her first appearance inside an ACW locker room. What the boys didn’t know could possibly kill them.
A Great Chance At Hand
All decked out to fight, and with his TV Title around his waist, Quincy Mama was counting down the seconds to his KOA preliminary. Last year, he'd gone out in the Quarter Finals, against Vince Jacobs. All thanks to a... particular sodding cunt that was a major thorn in his side. This time 'round, May had TWO more thorns cropping up. However, May wasn't overly worried about Fejona Min and Natalie Quinston. Sure, he'd just cost Natalie the chance to win the Scorpion Fighting Title earlier on and Fejona was actually observing the finish of the Canadian's match the week before. Logic suggests some tomfoolery could unfold tonight, as payback to the Castaway. Only fair, if you think about it. But no, Quincy was more troubled over something else. --- Clearing his throat, May turned to Alias. "I'm talking about myself as a human being. I wasn't able to be there for Knickerson. I wasn't able to be there for Linda. And right now, I can't be there for my son. I can't help him in his time of need. I can't help him be unlike me; I can't even remember my own childhood, you know. But I don't want that for Dylan. I want him to enjoy his life. I want him to be able to cherish all the good things in his life. And I also want him to fully enjoy childhood, and growing up, and becoming a man, and remembering all of that. But I can't do that. It's not in my power. Just like it wasn't in my power to keep McMillan away from danger. And just like... ... just like I couldn't keep Knickerson safe from death." Sighing once again, Quinton turned to face Christopher, man to man. Human being to human being. Right then and there, Alias could see May's eyes watering up. Quinton wasn't just a Canadian Gladiator. He was a man shouldering the guilt of crimes that weren't his doings, but nonetheless, Quincy felt responsible for those he'd failed. As a father figure, he'd let down three different people. And he wasn't able to take it anymore. "Listen here, Quinton..." Alias started on what he hoped would be the right thing to say, "... I can't pretend to know what exactly you're going through. I don't know for sure what it is Linda told you about your son when she came in last week, but all I can say is that it's not your fault. If you continue to beat yourself up over it, though, it's not going to help anyone. I don't think Knickerson would want you to be standing here, thinking that you failed in protecting him. He'd want you to keep your mission -- whatever QA's mission was -- alive, while helping him attain closure, in the sense of finding his killer. That's what he'd want, Quinton. And as hard as it may be, you've got to stop blaming yourself." The Rising Star shrugged his shoulders, not really taking Sheffield's words to heart. Not bothering to heed his advice. But he did smile and nod his head seconds later, as if to indicate that he understood. But did he really? --- Try as he could, Quinton just couldn't forget about the conversation he had with fellow ACW & tSC colleague, Alias, on TNW 19 just two days ago. This, in addition to the flashbacks of how Bobby Knickerson had. Would explain why May's eyes were quite bloodshot, eh? Shaking his head, Quincy Mama bounced his neck from one shoulder to another, before turning to walk down the hallway. Since coming back from captivity, the Canadian Gladiator found that civilisation wasn't much better than being trapped in the mountains. There were personal demons to deal with, plus the slew of enemies that were hiding in every nook and cranny. "This is getting to be too much for me!" Quinton concluded.
With Quinton May being the fighting champion that he is, the Television Title is on the line, an added bonus for the adoring crowd… Winner > Quinton May
The Typical REVENGE~! Gig.
Fejona Min and Natalie Quinston came sprinting out of the back and collectively clocked Quincy Mama in the back of the head, sending him rolling down the ramp and back to ringside. Naturally, the crowd got on their case for this and started jeering the heck out of the Cambodian Femme Fatale and her associate, the ever lovable (not) Natalie Quinston. How did the two women respond? By continuing to wail on the Rising Star, kicking him rabidly. Kelly Flawless, by that point, had made his leave. As did the referee. So really, there was no one there to come to the Castaway's rescue. Tired of just kicking the stuffing out of May, Fejona ordered Natalie to 'get da tablez'. Actually, she told Natalie to 'get the chairz', so, yeah. While Quinston did that, Min pulled Quincy up and threw him into the ring, before she too climbed into the squared circle, intent on whooping his arse. Quinton, though, wasn't going to take that crap. He stumbled to his feet and immediately parried a roundhouse kick from Fejona Min, before smashing his right forearm into her face. The audience went wild, now, believing that this typical REVENGE~! gig was going to have a slight twist to it. SMACK! Well, so much for that. With Fejona reeling, the Canadian Gladiator decided to whip himself into the ropes and possibly sock the Cambodian Femme Fatale with his patented high-leg clothesline. Natalie Quinston and her chair had different ideas, however, and the result was blood seeping out of the back of Quinton's head. Sprawled out on the canvas, the Rising Star must have thought that he was so totally fucked when Natalie Quinston slid into the ring and handed Fejona Min her own chair. Two crazy women with unknown agendas and chairs in their hands? The Castaway was pretty spot on. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Can you feel the hate? The crowd were going absolutely ballistic at this show of organised violence. For all intents and purposes, Fejona and Natalie were publically executing poor Quinton May. Some say he had it coming, what with his untimely injerection in the Azrael/Quinston match earlier on. But, hey, does the man really deserve this kind of beating? Well, fuckYEAH. After ensuring that their chairs were dented enough so that their primary function (which is to provide seating, contrary to the popular belief that it is to provide those vengeful types a cool weapon to beat on their rivals) could no longer be carried out, Fejona and Natalie tossed the chairs away and dragged the almost-unconscious Quinton May up to his feet. Just as a man clad in all black and with a hood covering majority of his face calmly made his way down the ramp. The crowd, to their obvious chagrin over the massacre they'd just witnessed, were now wondering WHAT ELSE that crazy Fejona Min had in store for the Canadian Gladiator. Meanwhile, the mystery man slowly climbed into the ring and advanced on May, like the Grim Reaper. "Too bad, Quinton." Fejona mumbled to the woozy Rising Star. "Too bad we had to have Mr A-S-H here physically impose himself on you tonight. All we really had planned was for him to scare you with an appearance, but, eh, plans change." And with that, Fejona and Natalie shoved Quincy towards the mystery man... ... CHOKESLAM. The man who resembled the Grim Reaper cackled as he watched Quinton May spasm on the canvas, like as if the Rising Star had just been in a car accident. Fejona Min and Natalie Quinston traded high-fives, not endearing themselves to the crowd that already loathed them with a passion. With his job completed, 'Mr A-S-H' as the Cambodian Femme Fatale called him took his just-as-mysterious leave, while Natalie Quinston talked smack to Quinton May. Fejona herself had a microphone, but the crowd's jeering was just too damn deafening; she knew if she spoke, she wouldn't be heard. She simply HAD to gloat, though. "Allow me to explain, ladies and gentlemen!" the Enchanting Delinquent shouted, trying to reason with the crowd. "Allow me to tell you why Natalie Quinston and myself had to resort to this course of action. Because, it's really not what you think. Oh, no, not at all. It's not personal." That got the crowd's attention. And with a smirk, Fejona Min finished: "It's purely business!" Ahh, that's what it is, then. Doesn't exactly spell it out for us, now does it? Probably the point of it all. In any event,"Lucky You" as performed by The Deftones started up over the speakers again, prompting Natalie and Fejona Min to take their leave amid a maelstrom of jeering that had erupted in the arena. Officials and paramedics FINALLY came bursting out from the back, to assist to Quinton May. Who, surprisingly, was actually trying to get to his feet. Brave 'un, he is. What in the name of HELL has he gotten himself into, though?
Four-Move Kill: Checkmate.
Welcome Alisha! Pt3
It was seconds before the main event, and what should be a glorious match. If of course, the two barbarians could control their sexual energy and stop from grabbing each other in a sweaty orgy. Alisha laughed as she peeked in on some of the boys. “Well we know they aren’t famous for their size. I haven’t seen a roster this…small, in awhile. Must be the water here.” She closed the door and continued on her way. Her silky legs, brushing each other and her beautiful curves made mouths drop. Alisha smiled as she glided through. A mistake was made. Why had she even bothered to come here. “Well I guess, I got to, make the best of a small situation,” she said to herself. She took one look at the rather large crowd and smiled with great delight. And with a simple blow of a kiss from her hand, she waved to the people. “This is definitely a better size. To bad the boys could be larger. Oh well, I guess I got to make the best of things. Especially, when the pay-off is this big.” She took a last long look at the people, before departing. She wasn’t their tonight to get noticed or to even be seen. She was there for her own enjoyment, but as the night fell, the only enjoyment she had was seeing her self in the mirror. Guess we know whom the beautiful one of all truly is!
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Natalie Quinston with the latest breaking report on Quincy Mama there, as she stepped back into the locker-room that she shared with Fejona Min. Min, having the night off in terms of a match, was lying down on a table, almost delirious with joy, while the tall Grim Reaper-esque creature that destroyed Quinton earlier on stood in a corner, arms folded. Who was he? Where did he come from? Nobody knew. Not for now, at least. "That's good." Fejona responded, with regards to Natalie's report. "That's great. Splendid, even. He shouldn't have been so stupid as to mess up your crowning moment, especially since he knew he'd have to stay in the arena for his match. Idiot." Quinston nodded her head, her dejection over not winning the Scorpion Fighting Title still evident. Fejona lifted her back off the table and slipped down to the floor, flicking strands of her ethereal hair out of her eyes as she did so. Approaching Natalie, the Cambodian Femme Fatale had a consoling smile on her face. And some words of wisdom to boot. "It's alright, Natalie. Perhaps it's better that you don't have the title to distract us, now that we've gone ahead and pushed up the timetable. We'll need to be completely focused on Mr I'm The Good Guy now, especially with what we're going to do next week. Once Seph comes along & takes over, then we can focus on personal glory." Ahhh, again! Reference to this 'Seph' person. Looks like he'll be coming soon, eh? "I suppose so." Natalie responded after little thought. Fejona half-embraced her, to further console her assistant, before turning to look at the new hired gun. "Now, then, Natalie... OMAR and I have to talk business. Go get the car ready, and meet us back here in about ten minutes. Okay?" Quinston nodded at Fejona's order and scuttled along, leaving the room quickly. Leaving Fejona and the big Grim Reaper look-a-like with the hood all alone. Wait a minute, did the Enchanting Delinquent just call the big man 'OMAR'? For real? You people do know who 'OMAR' could possibly mean, don't you? O.S.Y.R.U.S "Okay, Omar, you can remove that hood now. We've got things to discuss." Fejona remarked as she folded her arms and sat herself down on her table, smiling seductively at the monster known as Osyrus. Osy promptly pulled the hood over his head, and his demonic eyes twinked at Fejona, knowing what was to come next. They were going to 'talk'. Yeah. Sure. "What do I get in return for this hitman mission again?" Osyrus half-snarled at Fejona, inching closer toward the Cambodian Femme Fatale with that oh-so-menacing scowl on his face. "You only told me one of the two things, and I have enough money to last me a fucking lifetime." Fejona Min arched her back slightly, spread open her legs, and did that thing with her lips that exuded the complete lack of fear and total sultryness. Like she knew full well what she was getting herself into. "You get to fuck the life out of me, Omar. And all you have to do... ... is to destroy him." Osyrus sniggered as he rushed forward and forced his lips onto Fejona's. One of his hands roughly carressed Min's golden globes, while the other hand squeezed the Cambodian's firm arse as tightly as he could. Min? She was lovin' the rough treatment, even begging in between gasps for more. What happened next? You tell me.
Old Friends... Bitter Enemies
Pro Wrestling's Phenomenon 'Ring Superstar' started to blast over the PA system as Vince slowly made it to the stage standing under the acw-tron posing for the fans as the letters S-V-J flashed on the screen. It's
Vince Jacobs comin' down nigga like it or not The crowd rained down a shower of boos on the self proclaimed Superstar. Vince stopped at the end of the ramp and posed for the crowd who in turned continued to boo ‘The Ratings Grabber’. He finally walked up the steps pointing into the crowd as he stood on the apron posing as his pyros died down. Jacobs snatched the microphone from the ring announcer and looked out into the booing Canadian fans with a sneer. “This is fucking bullshit. First off I have to be in this hellhole called Canada. With your lousy healthcare systems and your crappy exchange rates. Hell the only good thing that came out of Canada was the beer and by looking at a few of the you I can understand why the beer is the best thing here.” SVJ laughed as the fans jeered the Superstar very loudly at this point. “But if all you trailer park trash would calm down I can get to the real business of why I am out here.” The fans continued to boo but it didn’t faze Jacobs in the least. “I want Chris and I want his ass out here right now. I can’t believe ACW let this shit happen to me again. I am on my way to getting my rightful shot at Chris and the ACW World Heavyweight Title and then Mr. Sheffield decided he needed to interject himself in my match. Granted he didn’t actually touch me but a distraction is a distraction nonetheless.” “GFS was on his way to defeat at my hands and then the biggest upset in ACW history happened when that little bastard pinned yours truly with the help of my tights mind you.” The crowd cheered the fact that Vince was out of the running in the KoA tournament. “See when I signed with ACW again I didn’t expect the same bullshit that happened last year was going to happen again. So Chris I am demanding you come out here right now so we can settle this man to man.” Jacobs leaned over the ropes looking at the entranceway waiting for Alias to come out. Vince put the microphone back to his lips. “Chris, stop acting like a little bitch and get your ass out here. What’s wrong Chris, you cuddling that bottle again? Is that why our champion hasn’t wrestled since Glory? I know you are in the back Chris, so why don’t you come out and let me kick your teeth down your throat once and for all.” That did it…. Enter ‘The Original Pulp Hero’ Alias Please
allow me to introduce myself The Rolling Stones’ “Sympathy for the Devil”. And
I was 'round when Jesus Christ "You'll never change, will you Vince?" Came the one and only Original Pulp Hero, a biting and venomous tone at the end of his reply, as he stepped out from behind the backstage curtains and out in front of the crowd. Ruaaah went the ACW Canadian faithful, especially when it came to Alias. They hadn't seen the Pulp Hero, who was pulling a .9 James Brown, since the last ACW tour through Canada that involved the Alias/Ruben Ross match in Calgary and the like. So, hey, they looked forward to seeing the boyo again. "You, Vince, are just lucky that Sonny got to the Walking Bitch Box nickname before you did, cause hell... it wouldn't fit anybody else better. What's this about me acting like a little bitch now, Vince? I haven't hidden behind a puppet of a damned ghost for the last two and a half months. I haven't dodged you since you where torn a new asshole by High Flyer and yours truly. Which one of us was buried under a pile of steel, after a fucking sneak attack, just because I had to prove you're still everything I've chalked you up to be, a damned footnote? Now you're chalking up my old drinking problem to the fact I didn't wrestle last week, but still found a way to get into your damn head? Are you angry that you weren't able to become runner-up this time? Fuck you. You want a piece of me, you can get in line behind the King of Ages winner." Wondering why the acid tongue of the Tin Angel-era was being brought out of Alias? It's VINCE JACOBS, people! Vince smiled as he leaned over the top rope. He started to clap. “About time the Original Pulp Bitch came out to play.” Vince said with a monotonous tone “You haven’t dodged me huh. Where were you when I was around the backstage of fWo looking for matches? Nowhere to be found. You gotten to be a piece of work Chris. I guess winning the ACW and tSc titles have gone to the Original Pulp Hero’s head.” Vince said with a sarcastic tone “WHAT THE FUCK!! GET IN LINE!! I am the best damn wrestling in the business today. I don’t need to get in line for shit. Besides who the hell in this shithole is ready to be a World Champion. Let me answer that for you Chris, NOONE!!” “This new ACW is full of no talent hacks and rookies. I am the man that deserves a shot at the champ. No, matter of fact I DEMAND A SHOT AT THE CHAMP!!” Vince said spewing venom from his lips. ... and all Alias could do, was give quasi-grin/quasi-sneer back. Evidently... that one line got under SVJ's skin. Not to say that the titles remark didn't get under ol' Alias's skin as well. He ran a hand through his goatee, and continued to walk closer to this man, his nemesis, who stood at the ropes. "Wait, wait, let me get this straight... you of all people are giving me a line on how big my ego is? If I was such a fucking piece of work, Vince, I would have made sure you where out of a contract as soon as Laguna made the mistake of having you sign on that damned dotted line. I don't do what I do to rub my ego, I fight, I bleed, I get a countless number of fucking injuries for the fed, the fans. This place you call a shithole? It's my home, Vince, and if you think I'll let you stand, as it's representative, you're looking at things the wrong way. I'll give you a shot, sure... but you ask me, you don't demand it. I'll pin your shoulders to the mat, make you submit again, whatever it takes... and speakin' of the fWo... what more do you want me to prove to you? You deserve a shot at my title? This new ACW will be the same as that old ACW, in the end, Vince. If it's one year or seven... it's no different... I win. You lose. You want to go through the motions again, I can't say it enough... just ask. Don't try any fuckin' demand power plays. Ask." “You act like it’s that easy Chris. You have been in this business long enough to know how things work. I’ll ask and then something magically happens where I don’t get what I asked for. So if you fight and bleed for this company then take that title you got and drop it to ground, walk your ass down to this ring and let me wipe that quasi grin of your fucking face.” Vince said dropping the mic motioning for Alias to come to the ring. Alias started to make his way down to the ring but suddenly was stopped by a sea of security and William Laguna leading the charge. “Whoa… whoa… whoa… This is not happening here. I am not going to have anything happen to my champion. So this is not going to happen tonight.” The fans booed loudly as the security guards stood in between Jacobs and Alias not letting either man make a move to the other. One day soon these two men are going to hash out there problems and you can only hope its on ACW television.
As the July 22nd episode of Courage returned from commercial break, the last advertisement faded off of the screen, the audience inside the Clare Drake Arena in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada mildly roared when the ACWtron flashed and a circular golden crown spun in the center of the video wall. Once it stopped with its many rotations, a single tree in the middle of nowhere replaced it. From the far right corner, a bird that was identified as a hawk flew onto one of the branches as the point of view zoomed into its black majestic eye. In the background, "Wake Up" by Rage against the Machine began to build up momentum within the P.A. system before Miami, Florida's own Silverhawk tore through the black curtain drapery, from the gorilla position where he previously waited. Sauntering down the stage, amidst the mix reaction, Hawk looked toward the squared circle where his opponent, Leonardo stared a hole through the two-time ACW champion who used the steel steps to slowly enter the ring. Once both men stood in the center of the canvas; the ref looked to the timekeeper and with his right hand, he motioned the start of the contest as the bell chimed. Being the quicker of the two, Leonardo ducked low to the mat as he attempted a leg takedown...but the crafty Hawk jumped back, slightly revealing a conniving smirk. Hawk being the ring general that he was; coaxed Leo into a test of strength where a collar and elbow tie up followed. Hawk seemed to have the power advantage, backing Leo into the ropes but the newest ACW arrival was just as clever...striking the lower ankle of the former fan favorite and with a quick reversal, the latter was backed into a preverbal corner. Leo glanced over his right shoulder once; before he sent Hawk into the parallel ropes, catching the latter in the forehead with a spinning leg lariat that knocked Silverhawk to the canvas. Not wasting anytime, Hawk was forcefully pinned to the mat as the ref fell to his knees to make the count. A one count. Hawk powered out easily and it was apparent that it was too early for Leonardo to obtain the victory. As the latter pulled Hawk to his feet, the Old School Legend pummeled the mid-section of tag team competitor with fierce punches, quickly going upstairs as Hawk rocked the neck region with an European Uppercut, which knocked the ninja into the far ropes. Mixing in combinations of punches to the face and rib kicks; Silverhawk shot Leo across the ring, charged in for the reverse elbow smash, but Leo rolled cleanly underneath and waited for Hawk to turn around. Turning to face his opponent quickly; Hawk was caught off guard by a flurry of kicks, which ranged from the thighs to face in a matter of seconds as Leonardo took Hawk back down to the mat with a sentilating drop-sault to the sternum. Silverhawk crashed into the canvas with a stiff back bump; again he was pinned to the canvas but kicked out before the ref could hit the floor. While both men rolled to their feet simultaneously, Hawk regained control with a hooking clothesline that viciously jerked Leonardo to the ground. You could bet that Hawk wasn't letting up on the rookie, after seeing what happened in previous KOA tournament matches, so several stomps to the head was suffice to keep the high flyer grounded, followed by a quick knee drop to the eye socket. Hawk smirked at the sight of his opponent's perpetual pain, dropping the point of his right elbow into Leo's throat and went right into the pin fall attempt. The referee got to the count of two before Leonardo instinctively rose the left shoulder up in time. It seemed as if Hawk's game plan was to wear down the neck and head, sliding to the canvas wrenching in a rear side headlock even arching his back to add more pressure. But using his leg strength, Leo got back to a vertical base, slamming forearm shots into Silverhawk's spinal cord. With Hawk's grip loosening, Leonardo tried to whip his opponent into the opposite ropes, but due to the power that the mighty Hawk displayed, he was able to reverse Leo easily into the clothesline. Or so he thought when Leonardo rolled out of the way a second time; crouched, poised and ready as he clocked Hawk in the jaw with a shuffle side kick. Silverhawk staggered backwards and to the fans' delight before being dumped onto the outside with a clothesline over the top rope. With Hawk rolling around on the floor below, Leonardo leapt over the top ring rope, not before bouncing on the second rope as he Asai Moonsaulted on the recovering Silverhawk. Amongst the cheers from the live audience; Leonardo rolled Hawk back into the ring, the latter tried to scramble back to his feet, but was kept grounded by the springboard legdrop from the outside -to-the inside. Leonardo rolled Hawk onto shoulders, the ref got into position. A two count was about all Silverhawk would allow as he kicked out convincingly. Despite the negative jeers, the ACW loyalist had to applaud the heart Aaron Jones displayed. Even through the spinning 360 degree leg drop across Hawk's throat and the standing Moonsault onto the latter's sternum from Leonardo...which lead to another quick double leg pin fall. Hawk slipped his right shoulder out from under the press as both men rose to a vertical base; Leonardo obviously the faster of the two gentlemen, kicked Hawk in the shin but Mr. ACW countered with a thumb to the eye. Wiping the perspiration from his eyes, Leonardo was unable to prepare himself for what was awaiting in the wings. Hawk sneaked behind the young superstar, kneeing him in his lower spine, which arched Leonardo backwards before both of Hawk's clammy hands obliterated his adversary with an inverted neck breaker. Stilling applying the front face lock; Hawk dropped Leo again with a sloppier variant of a spinning neck breaker. The former champion sold the back injury; he still felt the affects of the cage match with Alias, weeks prior. Hawk rolled the ninja onto his back, hooking the outside to make the cover, but only got a close two as the fans showed their enthusiasm toward the new comer. Picking the newbie up to his feet; Hawk grinned as he blasted Leo with a hard boot to the breadbasket, and then spring back against the ropes behind him. Coming back to the location where Leo stood stunned, Hawk clutched his opponent’s throat for ANOTHER neck breaker, but the Leonardo did his homework as he reversed Hawk’s momentum into a back slide. Silverhawk kicked his legs furiously as the ref hand came down for three, but the cagey veteran managed to escape. Upon getting up to a vertical base, Leonardo leapt into the air as he took Hawk’s head off with a round kick, which brought the latter back to the canvas. Refusing to go for the pin fall, Leonardo stomped away on Hawk’s sternum, hesitating momentarily as he came crashing down onto the Miami native with a flipping senton into pinning predicament. One, Two and shoulder up by Hawk as Leonardo shook his head in frustration. The ACW newcomer dropped the leg across his opponent’s neck before heading to the top rope in one leap. As he pointed down to Hawk while the fans cheered, Leonardo took too long to capitalize, the former Team ACW member rolled out of the way to avoid the Frog Splash contact. Slowly getting back to his feet, where Leonardo had already got up to a knee, Silverhawk hurried over to his opponent dropping him with a stiff Evenflow DDT that planted Leo’s head into the canvas like a land dart. Floating over quickly, Hawk mounted his adversary’s chest, smacking him across the face with unforgiving closed hand shots while the audience (that was paying close attention) booed him unmercilously. Did you think Hawk really cared what they thought? Of course not, as the hated antagonist snitched in a rear naked choke as he simultaneously head butted Leonardo in the top of his skull. Who says that old dogs can’t learn new tricks? Definitely not Hawk. The ref, whatever his name was told Hawk to ease up a bit as the latter started to raise, while holding onto the recovery ninja. Few back elbows to the stomach from Leonardo caught Silverhawk off guard; this made Hawk re-think his strategy as he got underneath Leo to wrap both arms around the latter. But Hawk’s attempted belly -to- back suplex failed miserably as Leonardo flipped backwards onto his feet, sweeping Hawk’s legs as he crashed into the mat. Remembering all the abuse he suffered, Leonardo dropkicked Hawk in the bridge of the nose, before Moonsaulting onto his feet as he ran into the parallel ropes…landing on Hawk upon his return with a Handspring Moonsault legdrop. The crowd popped huge with the new comer’s athletic display, Leo rose a fist into the air before slowly rolling Hawk over, hooking the outside leg. With the masses counting in unison, it seemed like mere milliseconds before Hawk escaped yet again. Trying to remain as calm he possibly could, Leonardo rolled backwards to a vertical base, crouching down as Hawk had just got to a knee. Hawk’s knee started to really bother him; he couldn’t possible keep up with these fast guys that Laguna was hiring. Case in point when Leonardo’s feet of fire stuck the former ACW champion in succession, that Hawk couldn’t block the shots to the face in time. Dazed and probably confused, Silverhawk barely got the foot on the bottom rope, when pinned again. Leonardo pulled Hawk up into his arms, but hesitated as he tried to distribute the weight properly across his shoulders. That was opening that Silverhawk needed, tugging the ref by his collar, which moved him out of position for the low blow that followed. Leonardo slumped onto the canvas as Hawk shrugged his shoulders, pretending to not know what happen as he went to town. Several stomps to the head definitely slowed down Leonardo before Hawk lifted him into a standing headscissors, driving his neck into the mat with a jumping pile driver. Aaron Jones didn’t even want to go for the cover; seeing as he was in the driver seat now, whipping Leo into the ropes, an inverted power slam made the ring shook when Leonardo came flying back into Hawk’s arms. The audience could see the confidence building, Hawk again with an unblocked boot to the forehead of the ninja, just prior to swaggering to the near by turnbuckle as Hawk headed up top. Perched on the second rope, Silverhawk flipped on the fans and then the disorientated Leonardo as he drove the point of his right elbow into the latter’s sternum. Somewhere a pissed off Stone Cold Steve Austin knew that one of his trademark moves been ripped off. Any who, Hawk hooked the outside leg, as he demanded the ref to get down and count. :) One, Two…Two & ¾. The surprised look on SilverHAWK's face told the whole story. Jones couldn’t believe that this little bastard kicked out again, which made Hawk jump to his feet as fast as his legs could move, dropping numerous old school elbow in protest. Grabbing Leonardo by the back of his neck, Hawk whipped his opponent into the parallel ropes for running back elbow smash, but Leo wasn’t as out of the match as it seemed. In fact, the crafty ninja had the presence of mind to avoid Hawk’s old and pointy attack, in route to the opposite ring ropes as he sprung backwards into an Aasi Moonsault/Reverse DDT combination on flabbergasted veteran. Leonardo, unlike Hawk didn’t want to underestimate one bit at this point in the heated contest, so he intelligently went for the cover. ONE! Well, not quite three thanks to Hawk’s resilience. Leonardo didn’t fret arguing with the ref, focusing his attention back on Hawk who slowly pulled himself back up. When the latter got back to his feet, Leonardo soften him up with sharp kicks to the rib cage, unexpectedly one of those kicks were caught by the sore antagonist…pulling Leo in with a breakdown out of nowhere. And that...was all she wrote. Winner > SilverHAWK
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The noise grew louder and louder, echoing in the underground car park. It was a dusty, vile place, but it was the place were Oslo's quizzical tried their hand at the most therapeutical form of exercise. Fighting. Carter had never seen such event in his life. He was a businessman, a man of great knowledge and great reputation in the business world for being easy to work with, and helping the little guy take on the bigger one. Now, he was the little guy. He stood in the back of the crowd, wrapped up in a large blue scarf which wrapped around his mouth, shades covering his eyes, for he wanted to be unseen by those who would recognise him...by those he meant, him. He fought in the centre of the human circle, playing with his opponent, who was of average build with long blond locks...a real pretty boy. A right hook soon fixed that image. As the blond fell to the ground, knocked out. "Vinner...the Hellraiser!" They chanted his name, one month without defeat would give you cult status to the regular Joe's or Oslo...but not for him. He pushed his fans out of the way and sat down under a flicking light, as the next two went at it in the centre of space C4 and C5... "Looks like you have a little fan base here." The man sat with his head down between his legs, picking off the tape on his fists. "The sheep will follow the shepard..." Carter leaned back on the wall. "So who do you follow?" A small smirk. "Nobody." Carter bent down to his eye level, and looked him right in the face. "How about you follow me?" He picked off his shades and pulled off the scarf, the man looking at him with quizzical eyes. "What would be in it for me?" Carter smiled. "How about a whole herd of your sheep?"
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