Ray of Light, Part One of

For mystery purposes; two men sat in a dark room, in which they had inhabited for the past thirty minutes...contemplating.

Contemplating how the result of their conversation could effect their one true love, ACW. You see, as the chaos gathered around ACW concerning two other individuals trying to stay at the helm of this one great federation...these two men, were trying to save it.

It didn't take a genius to figure out the current personel in ACW were the cancer which was killing ACW to it's very bones...and the poison was beginning to show.

"Don't you miss it at all?"

He shook his head.

"I would have said yes in the Spring, but now...the place just makes me sick."

"I'm surprised nobody has dug you out before, looking for the same as I am."

"Carter has spoken to me."

It came as no real surprise to him...his question was there to invoke a reaction, and an answer.

"Why didn't you give him it?"

"There is only one man who deserves what I have...and that's you, but I will warn you now, if I find out you've used this to heighten the chances of this place dying, watch out is all I say to you...watch out."

"You know something Boyd how come these days everyone has me down for the bad guy..."

Azrael Asesino came out to the ring to defend his ACW Scorpion Fighting Title in a triple-threat elimination 'William Laguna Doctrine' bout. Robert Dundren and Neo Xealot, two of the more recent newcomers to the promotion who hadn't been up to much recently, were the challengers. And right off the bat, this one was chaotic.

The Champion got the ball rolling when he clocked both his challengers with his title. Seemed like he was a little agitated at what Fejona Min had told him about his title reign, just a week ago. Whatever the case, Asesino then proceeded to go on the offensive on Dundren, suplexing him like there was no tomorrow. Xealot watched everything unfold quietly, and once Azrael laid Dundren out with a reverse DDT, the former Rival man rushed in and knocked Azrael down with a steel-chain.

Where did he get the chain from? Nobody knew, ha! Anyways, Xealot continued to punch away at Asesino with that steel-chain wrapped around his fist, before pulling the champion up and flooring him with a gut-wrench suplex. That would be the last of Xealot, however, for the sneaky Dundren low-blowed Xealot and tossed him out of the ring.

As per the William Laguna Doctrine, over-the-top-rope elimination is one way to get rid of an opponent. And that's what happened; Xealot was out. Landed on his head, too. Robert Dundren started jumping up and down, thinking he'd won the match. Until, of course, referee Pablo Rogers told him that this was a triple-threat *elimination* match.

So, RJD stopped his dancing and pinned the still laid-out Azrael Asesino.

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3 -- Nope, Asesino kicked out.

Robert now only had FIVE pinfall attempts (William Laguna Doctrine), but it didn't seem to deter the young kid. Instead, it spurred Dundren on, for he slid out of the ring and retrieved a chair.

Alas, Asesino was waiting for Dundren, and dropkicked the chair back into his face. The champion followed up with a quickfire string of snap suplexes, before drilling Robert down onto the chair in a piledriver. Ooooh, the crowd loved that one, for some reason.

Azrael? He showed no emotion as he made the cover.

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3 -- NO! Amazing.

RJD somehow kicked the hell out, and the world was stunned. Okay, maybe not the world... but you get the idea. Anyways, an annoyed Azrael Asesino decided to use that chair to beat the ever-living crap out of the young rookie. No doubt, Azrael was simply unleashing some of his pent-up frustrations, and did a real number on poor Dundren. It was completely brutal.

Can anyone say, massacre? You can? GREAT! Anyways, once Azrael was done with his chair assault, he picked Dundren up and finished him off with his Judgment finisher. Making the academic cover afterwards, of course.

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Annnd, it was all over. Robert had been comprehensively beaten to a pulp, after the latter had eliminated Neo Xealot. In any event, Azrael Asesino had retained his title, for only the third time since winning it on July 22. Over two months of being the champion, and only three defenses. Tsk.

That was the kind of thing Fejona Min was talking about. Oh, and, speaking of her... the Cambodian Femme Fatale ran out as Azrael celebrated after the match. A scuffle broke out between the two, and Fejona eventually got the upper-hand, hitting one of her many finishers, Surahajna-ken, on the man she was slated to face in seven days.

Looks like we're set for one heck of a Scorpion Fighting Title showdown at the PPV, eh?

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William Laguna called for a meeting with two of the tag-teams on his roster -- Splink and the Norman Brothers. A dishevelled-looking Laguna informed the four men that Fall of Adam had been indefinitely suspended from ACW on suspicions of drug abuse, and now, the Normans and Splink would be the forefront of the rebuilding of ACW's tag team division.

At this juncture, Slapnutz's dog -- Snorbitz -- jumped up onto Laguna's table and pooped on it. While Slappy tried to clean the table (leaving TMM to control the dog for a short while), an annoyed William Laguna laid down on his plan; at the RELENTLESS PPV, Splink and the Normans would do battle for the Tag Team Titles, bringing an end almost one year of defunct-ness of the titles, since El Janitors had to give it up.

The Normans took this news very solemnly, and thanked Laguna for this massive opportunity. William promptly left the office to tend to some other business, leaving the two challenging teams to engage in a bit of a heated verbal war. It was Trevor Norman who started it, insisting that he and his brother would be the model Tag Team Champions.

TMM & Slapnutz surprisingly agreed to that thesis. Donoven thought that Splink were trying to mess with their heads, and called the former Asylum 'legends' *cough* a disgrace to ACW, before storming off. Slapnutz and TMM didn't seem to mind being insulted like that, and proceeded to play hide & seek with Snorbitz.

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Up next? Why, another match, of course! Fun!

It was slated to be Fejona Min taking on a virtual unknown. This virtual unknown went by the name of Marcus Unger, a new developmental talent who'd just spent four years shining in an independent promotion. He had the immense chance to make an impact on the global stage tonight, but he would have to do it against the ruthless Femme Fatale.

Eeep. A bit of an uphill task, eh? Didn't look like it in the opening minutes, as Fejona Min was surprisingly schooled. Unger constantly kept Fejona grounded with a series of amateur wrestling moves, executing them with brazen ease. Min had to resort to an eyepoke to halt Marcus in his tracks, before attempting a snap roundhouse kick. Unfortunately for Min, Marcus was able to evade it.

And following that, the young man from up north (Toronto, ONT) laid Fejona Min out with a wristlock exploder suplex. Snazzy stuff, and referee Pablo Rogers (dude is seriously overworked) made the count.

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... That was it. What, you thought Fejona would be pinned then & there?

Not likely. But she was still on the backfoot, as Unger went back to the offense. A couple of hiptosses preceeded a wheelbarrow suplex, with the crowd really taking a liking to Marcus. The youngster, though, went to the well one time too many, for when he attempted to take Fejona down with a spinning fireman's carry neckbreaker, something happened.

That something was Fejona squirming out of Unger's grip and scoring with an electric chair drop. Should have mentioned, Unger weighs in at about 215 lbs. So, really, Min didn't have much of a problem lifting Marcus up. The Enchanting Delinquent did not go for a cover, though.

Instead, she piled on the pressure, connecting with a springboarding moonsault knee-drop into Unger's back. That marked the beginning of Fejona's onslaught of offense. After rabid stomping on the back and a flurry of kicks, Fejona soundly destroyed young Marcus with a spinning double-arm DDT, since Marcus was so lightweight.

The cover? Indeed, quite academic, it was.

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3 -- Naaahhh, not going to happen.

Turned out, Marcus Unger was more resilient that Fejona gave him credit for. Fejona tossed Unger outside the ring and took him out with a suicida dive, generating them 'holy shit' chants from the fans. Min continued to toss Marcus around on the outside, using the surrounding to her advantage; steel steps, guard railings, timekeeper's tiny table.

A attempt at a hurricaranna, though? Didn't go too well; Unger took her down with a powerbomb on the concrete. Marcus then rolled Fejona back inside and worked on Min's head with a couple of painful submissions. Fejona got out of the most dangerous one -- a dragon sleeper -- with a mule kick, but fell prey to a headscissors takedown mere seconds later.

Marcus Unger was rolling purely on adrenaline, and proceeded to kill Fejona Min with a tilt-a-whirl Michinoku Driver. Oh, that's right, Unger had a former Japanese wrestler as his trainer. Probably should have mentioned that at some juncture, innit? Silly me.

Anywho, a confident Marcus was sure that he'll pulled off an upset.

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... Only, Fejona got her foot on the ropes. Shucks.

Marcus was besides himself, and tried to go for the tilt-a-whirl again. Unfortunately for him, Fejona was able to learn from her mistakes, and knee-d Unger in the gut as she landed on the feet. She then exploited his back one final time, taking young Marcus down with a STO.

Following which, Fejona finished Marcus Unger off with her Surahajna-ken finisher. Same one she used to knock Azrael's lights out earlier one, to further humiliate Asesino. The pin? Came as natural as breathing.

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Fejona Min had picked up another win, making it three in a row since her loss at the KING OF AGES PPV. Naturally, the Cambodian Femme Fatale was pleased with her work.

What she was not pleased with, was finding Azrael Asesino on the stage, looking a little worse for wear... but with a smirk on his face. Oh, yeah... Azrael had just been able to scout Fejona's moves, and Min was none too happy with this bit of mind games played by the Scorpion Fighting Champion. Who left without further incident.

Should be one heck of a battle at RELENTLESS, non? Well, I think so.

Ray of Light, Part Two of

"I take it that nobody knows about this then?"

Boyd shook his head.

"There's no need for anyone else to know is there? Isn't that the whole point of it, you and I know what is happening at Relentless between Carter and Laguna, it's obvious...but with this, it means you can put your mark on it and in turn son, you have the chance to change the destiny of this old place."

He looked at his hands...in twenty or so minutes they would posses so much material power he would have no idea, and neither did Carter or Laguna...it was going to be curve ball to out-curve all balls.

"OK then Boyd...let me see it."

As he made his mark, Boyd leaned back in his chair and looked into the man's eyes. His outer shell being a changed man, he wondered if inside...he was still the man he used to be.

Boyd hoped...prayed that he was.

For ACW depended on Boyd being right about this. 

Competition

Suddenly the lights went out and on the acw-tron as something flashed.

Pro Wrestling's Phenomenon

'Ring Superstar' started to blast over the PA system as Vince slowly made it to the stage posing for the fans on the stage. The fans let Vince have it with boos throughout the arena.

It's Vince Jacobs comin' down nigga like it or not
You ain't man enough to give his fuckin' title a shot
Feel the Starbuster ruckus, Ego Checkin' ya ass
Money hungry muthafuckas gettin' wrecked in a flash
The bank accounts is thick and his pockets is fat
Peep the smirk on his face when he watchin' you tap
A 3-Count or submission, which steez you wanna go?
Cuz this muthafucka right here's the reason there's a show.

Vince Jacobs came to the ring with the ACW World Heavyweight Title around his waist. He was dressed to fight tonight unlike last week. He walked down the aisle laughing and pointing at the fans ringside. Jacobs rolled into the ring and held the title in the air for the fans that jeered their World Champion.

“Hello all my fans.”

The fans jeered.

“Tonight I am going to be in this ring defending the World Title against a former champion.” Jacobs said

The fans cheered loudly thinking that SVJ was going to be in the ring with Alias again for the World Title.

“Before you peons get in a uproar, I am not facing Chris tonight. I mean Alias to you people.”

That did it as the fans booed very loud as a big grin came across Vince’s face.

“So you people are upset that I am facing a former champion that’s not Alias. Well boo fuckin’ hoo. I am not out here to cater to you people. Hell all you peons can kiss my ass because the man that I am defending the title against is a huge star in Mexico. He was a former Mexican champion and I felt that since there is no one here in the ACW that can beat me than I have to go somewhere else to get real competition.” Vince held the mic from his lips for a sec as he paused.

“Do you really think I care what you people think? You people didn’t support me when I won the title so why would you support me in anything I do. I am going to show all of you hicks that I am the best wrestler in this business. Mr. Miguel Cruz please come out so we can get this match started.” Vince dropped the mic bouncing up and down waiting for his opponent for the night.

More surprises were in store for this night. Oh, yes.

One of them was in the form of... Natalie Quinston came storming out -- as best as she could, what with that nasty gash on her head and all as a result of being whacked by God's Forgotten Son last week. She came out to the ring, because she had a message. Oh, yes, she did. Once she climbed into the ring (nice ass, that lady has!)... Natalie actually had the gall to call out our United States Champion. No, that's not a typo.

She claimed that GFS took away her one and only shot at fighting Quinton May last week, and that since Quinton was a pussy, he'd never agree to fight her again. Got a lot of heat for that one, she did.

Of course, our fearless Quincy Mama decided to interrupt mere seconds later, and the arena was alive with the sound of music. Or young fans screaming their hearts out for their hero; whatever. Anyways, Quinton came to the ring and belittled Natalie Quinston for trying to hang in a world where she didn't belong.

Wrestling wasn't her thing, May stated. Fighting wasn't her thing, either, the Canadian insisted. Quinton went on to reveal to the world the prior history between himself and Natalie -- that Natalie was, once upon a time, Quinton's therapist when he was just starting out all over again... only to turn out being a government agent gone bad. The whole time, Natalie just stood there, not refuting anything.

Eventually, though, the Canadian Gladiator unleashed a shocker. He WOULD give Natalie a chance to have the match she's been wanting for weeks now.

But, on one condition. And that condition, as Quinton so aptly stated, was that if Natalie didn't win... she had better pray to the Gods for some sort of intervention, because the Rising Star was going to make sure she would never be able to walk AGAIN. He was sick and tired of her, and wanted this match as badly as ol' Natalie did.

Natalie Quinston? She had no problems accepting, and kicked Quincy in the bawls to get things started. Well, then, I guess we had ourselves an impromptu match, eh?

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So, yeah. Kick in the balls to start things off. Fun.

Natalie built on that punt to the gonads, following up with a couple of basic armdrags and hiptosses, thoroughly schooling Quincy Mama in the opening. A clothesline attempt from Natalie was evaded by Quinton, though, and immediately after... the Television Champion dropkicked the holy heck out of Natalie, who went tumbling out of the ring and landed on her head.

Quinton was all business from that moment on, as he joined Natalie on the outside and choked her with the television wires. As if that wasn't enough, the Canadian smashed Quinston's head against the steel steps numerous times, easily busting Natalie open. An irish whip into the steel steps from May was reversed by the gutsy Natalie Q, though.

Who then shockingly followed up with a DDT. Onto the unprotected concrete. Welll, looked like the little lady had been learning from her beatings, eh? Natalie was to further inflict damage on our hero, as she rolled him into the ring and connected with a springboarding frog splash (not from the top of the turnbuckle, mind you!). Fans respected that.

The cover came right after;

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3 -- Noooope.

Quinton wasn't going to lose his Television Title like that. Fun fact; this was only his second ACW match since the KING OF AGES PPV. And for someone who used to constantly wrestle, a bit shocking, eh? Anywho. Natalie was a bit enraged that she didn't get the win there (naive bitch) and proceeded to pick Quinton up for some buttsex.

Okay, no. She instead took him to 'suplex college', hitting three snap suplexes in a row, before attempting a risky Asai moonsault. Didn't pay off, for Quinton got the knees up. Immediately after that, as both enemies got back up to their feet, the Rising Star drilled her with his special stalling brainbuster.

Surprisingly, May didn't go for the pin. The look in his eyes suggested that he wanted to really beat Natalie into oblivion, and thus, he proceeded to mount her... for some punching, you perverted bastard.

Once he got bored of that, Quinton forcefully whipped Natalie into the corner turnbuckle, further opening up that wound on her forehead which was already lacerated from the brawl outside the ring earlier on. With Natalie dazed, May knocked her out with a front-face neckbreaker (Stunner)... but once again, refused to go for the pin. How very strange.

We all soon found out why he didn't cover her; more punishment, baby. Quinton dragged Natalie out of the ring and introduced her to the steps several more time, before going as far as trying to suplex her through the announce table. The animosity between these two? Definitely inherent.

Natalie saved herself with another low-blow, however, saving herself from being put through the table. That preceeded a hurricaranna, and a belly-to-back suplex which had Quinton May's head bounce off the edge of the apron. Looked like Natalie wasn't the only one who could resort to rough-house tactics.

With that said, Natalie carefully tossed Quincy Mama back into the ring, and went to the top of the turnbuckle. To do what? To strip down to her panties. DUH, to show that she wasn't just some dumb bitch with no wrestling talent. And she did just that by connecting with a shooting star press.

Hook of the legs, and dinner was done. Or was it? Only one way to find out;

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3 -- Ahhhh, no way.

No way dinner was done. Because, y'know, Quinton May is a warrior.

Natalie Quinston was beside herself, and now began to target Quincy's left arm. Wrenching it to high heaven, executing a string of single-arm DDTs. Even May's attempt at a fightback via stiff kicks to Natalie's body did not work. Must have been the impact of that belly-to-back suplex into the apron.

Whatever the case was, Quinton soon found himself in a world of trouble, in the form of a crossface submission in the middle of the ring. Natalie was like a rabid bitch, tearing away at that left arm... but somehow, Quinton got to the ropes. Natalie dragged May back to the middle of the ring and went for the crossface again, but Quincy responded with a huge clothesline that almost decapitated her.

That was the cue for the comeback. Back body drop, hiptosses, armdrags, tilt-a-whirl backbreakers; Quinton was stringing together moves like a man possessed. At one juncture, he even floored her with a vicious spinebuster slam, but he was just too winded to make a cover. Paid the price for that, he did; for when he went for his URBANE REPEALMENT, Natalie struck.

With yet another kick to the bawls. And then, she laid Quincy Mama out with a double-arm DDT. Did we have a new Television Champion on our hands? Possibly;

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No, we did not. It was close, though.

Right about then, Natalie was furious. Incensed. She didn't know what she would have to do to beat Quinton. Until, of course, she put May in the position for... oh, the Champion's very own HIDEAWAY. Alas for Natalie, Quincy powered out of it, and after a little bit of a martial arts exchange that wow-ed the crowd, the Canadian had Natalie in a rear waistlock.

What came after that? Four -- yes, count them -- Canadian Suplexes, of the especially savage variety. Suffice to say, Natalie Quinston was totally done for. Quincy Mama wasn't finished, though; he drilled Natalie with a springboarding knee-drop off the ropes for good measure, which was a precursor to... his primary submission finisher. HAIL TO THE KING, baby.

Modified Sharpshooter, which has proven to be very successful for May in the past. Natalie? No choice.

TAP.

TAP.

TAP.

Annnd, we were finished. Was Quinton? Not likely. He kept the hold locked in for a while more, before finally releasing it. He had to, if he wanted to get his steel-chair from the outside.

Indeed, he said he was going to finish Natalie off, once and for all. And Quincy Mama looked like he was going to do just that. Until, of course, 'Kashmir' by Led Zeppelin hit. That was the signal for JOSEPH MCMILLAN to come out and halt the impending beatdown.

Quinton yelled at Joseph to 'fuck off', but McMillan told Quincy that he had a better idea -- spare Natalie, and save Rickino Martino in the process (ACW-tron showed Rickino bound and gagged in an unknown location). Without much of a choice, May had to let Natalie go; and boy, did she ever run for her life... face covered in crimson and all.

Joseph, however, had one more powerplay. He revealed that he had been quietly waiting all this time, for the right moment. And he was now sure that the right moment would be at RELENTLESS. That's right, McMillan challenged Quinton May to a TV Title Match. Student versus the Teacher, inside the confines... of a STEEL CAGE MATCH!

The Canadian Gladiator? He told Joseph that while he still 'loved him' like a son, despite all that had happened since Joseph came back a few weeks ago... Quinton realised that there was no sense even attempting to play nice or negotiate with someone who was obviously brainwashed, and thus, accepted the challenge.

McMillan took offense to the 'brainwashing' bit, and hit the ring. This sparked off a furious scuffle between Quinton and Joseph, until security made their way out and seperated the two. Crowd didn't like it one bit, but the last thing they saw before the show was paused for an intermission was both Quincy and McMillan swearing at each other.

Steel Cage Match, at RELENTLESS. Mmmm, all hell's going to break loose.

Eleanor Rigby

Why did it all seem to just be falling apart...

Falling apart with every grasp to find some ground, quickly waisting away. These where times when you where supposed to feel apathetic, hey? Get down on your self and ask, 'Hey God person, why me?'

Guess what, with as shitty as the Pulp Hero was feeling... he wasn't asking that one question.

Instead of asking why me, he was asking.... what could he do.

Always, infamously, a man of action (or reaction, depending on your point of view), Chris Sheffield wanted to pinpoint what he could do next. Where he could go next. He had lost his prized ACW World strap in Jacobs, something that still burned at him... but it wasn't so much the loss of the prized gold that burned, not even, it was the fact... that it was now in Vince's hands.

He had beaten Alias. Something that had alluded the Superstar for so long, it was soomething he was able to accomplish. He defeated the Original Pulp Hero. After that, he's continued to do so...

Let out a drop and open the flood gates, it seemed.

Alias was going to do something out of his character though, he was going to push him rocky relationship with Laguna forward... past there quiet war of late days and rash surprises. Alias was looking for a PPV match. A PPV match with Vince. One more time it seemed, the Pulp Ideal and the Reason.

When the world ends, you'll find these two beating the shit out of each other... evidently.

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Then again, an Original Pulp Hero somewhere in the middle of nowhere didn't quite feel like himself these days.

No, he felt like a challenger instead of a champion... and that wasn't the way to end such a year. Didn't seem fitting for the Spirit.

I look at all the lonely people...

Vince Jacobs vs. Miguel Cruz 

“La Bamba” blasted over the arena as Miguel Cruz walked out toward the ring. The fans didn’t know how to take this man that they had never seen before. Jacobs had claimed he was a former champion in Mexico but no one could verify that claim. Cruz hopped over the top rope into the ring ready for the match.

The match started with a series of quick kicks and punches from SVJ to his challenger. He was trying to get the upper hand quick in this match. Jacobs continued his onslaught on the kid driving him back into the ropes. Jacobs dropped the kid with a power slam coming off the ropes. The fans were getting antsy as the former Mexican champion was getting owned by SVJ. Vince quickly went for a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

NO!!

Jacobs picked Cruz up and threw him into the corner but Cruz was quick as he caught SVJ coming in with a boot to the face. Jacobs was taken aback as Cruz came of the top rope with a flying cross body block for the pinfall attempt.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!!

Jacobs threw the kid off of him after the kickout. He was almost pinned and he was not happy. Cruz came at SVJ again but this time Jacobs was waiting as he caught Cruz with the A Star is Born spinebuster. Jacobs quickly went for the pin attempt.

ONE…

TWO…

NO!!

Jacobs pulled the kid up by his hair. He wasn’t going to finish him just yet. Vince hooked the kid and drove him to the mat with a thunderous Ego Check. The crowd had gasped from the impact of the move. Jacobs pulled Cruz up to his feet as the kid was in a daze right at this moment.

STAR STRUCK

That sent Cruz to the mat with force again. This time Jacobs made an arrogant cover on Miguel as the ref counted.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

It was mercifully over as Cruz was dismantled by the ACW World Champion but Jacobs seemingly was not done. He got a sick grin on face. He wanted to inflict more pain on Cruz. Jacobs positioned himself in the corner waiting for the knock out blow. Cruz started to make it to his feet as the crowd started to explode. They weren’t cheering for Cruz making it to his feet it was because Alias was coming down the ramp at full speed.

Alias grabbed Vince’s leg which made the champ fall down before he could deliver the Superstar Kick. Alias quickly rolled into the ring and started to pound on SVJ. Nothing was settled between these two men and I don’t think anything ever will be.

Jacobs fought his way to his feet but was clotheslined over the top rope by Alias to the floor. Jacobs held his jaw with his right hand as he snatched the World Title from the ref with his left hand. Alias grabbed a microphone as Jacobs back peddled up the ramp.

“Whoa Vince, where you think you’re going? Get back in here and let’s finish this.” Alias screamed

Jacobs shaking his head no as he walked back to the stage.

“Well I just got back from Laguna’s office.” Alias continued as Vince stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around.

“Laguna and I feel that you and I need to do this thing one more time on pay-per-view. So at Relentless it will be Vince Jacobs taking on Alias for the ACW World Heavyweight Title.” Alias said pointing to Jacobs as the fans erupted in cheers from the announcement.

“Be forewarned Vince, because at Relentless I am coming to get back what is rightfully mine.” Alias dropped the microphone and raised his arms in the air as the crowd went ballistic.

Jacobs however was not happy as he was throwing a tantrum on the stage. He was not happy for what he just heard.

But it was set in stone.

At RELENTLESS Vince Jacobs defends the ACW World Heavyweight Title against Alias one-one.

Winner > Vince Jacobs

OOC: For the three people that read these shows, I'd like to tell you currently what is going on with the federation, because I have no other real tangible medium to put this across without it being moved or random people laughing at me. What you just skimmed over above was a show which we decided to do in summary style, to get it out as quickly as possible just to sheerly get this arc out of the way. Some of us did normal segments and some summary, which is fine, this in turn is possibly the worst ACW show of all time, including the early ones which were just pure awful.

Five people contributed to this Courage, which obviously shows. That number will boost to a huge eight for the PPV, which I'm hoping will go up early next week barring how badly I go with my personal study. I don't think through my two years of running ACW I've come across such a hard period of just general things creeping up and smacking me in the face, or as we Scots put it...kick in the bawls.

I shall be honest in also saying that today was the first real time I ever thought about closing the federation, but the after thought of the likely consequence of my own personal enjoyment of this "game" made me change my mind. I will however say that if I do find keeping ACW open a harder task than it's worth, and it begins to affect my uni work, ACW will close, even though I would try my hardest to keep this current crop of feds afloat.

Our circle is weltering away to nothing, and I know that the closure of another "key" fed wouldn't help it, but I'm not keeping ACW open purely for the "game". I'm keeping it open for the guys in the back who are currently working for me and our federation, and I'm keeping it open as a show of strength of my own behalf, and of the behalf of the people behind me.

I am also writing this to show all the so called "fed-head" that give up when things get tough, and then go to blame everyone but themselves. Our circle had desecrated so much to the possible fact that we have four federation open at the minute. This is a mixture of bad fed heading, and also handlers not being able to do the simple thing and not sign up for something in which they cannot complete...or even barely complete.

I for one, am not going to fade away like some other feds have done...without asking for external help or even for someone to link me, so that I can get a few more eyes on my pages. I have pride in what I have built along with the 200 or so handlers that have come through my door.

I'm not looking for a mass amount of people to help "save" my federation either, I've done that and bought the t-shirt only a matter of months ago, and I think I have 3 of the 15 left.

Do I have a problem? Am I the root to everything that has ever went wrong in ACW?

I would also urge people opening new feds to think exactly what they are getting there selves into...I don't believe there are such a number of handlers around these parts to spread along more than 7-8 feds, maybe even less than that. You know you are in trouble when fWo isn't exactly producing, but that possibly shows how dire the need for helping each other is.

My points on this piece are no-where near structured, I just thought it would be a good idea to give anyone who looks at these pages an insight as to what is going on over here at cassa-del-lato. I do however have a final point, or a starting point of the material above didn't really make any sense to you what so ever, which I guess is fine heh.

My question to you is this; eW being one of your hobbies...are you just going to sit there and let our circle of writers, handlers, fed heads and just regular Joe's die out.

Because I know I'm not the only one struggling...and I know for the fact that if we can somehow get over this molehill, things are slightly brighter over the other side.

/ end of slightly waffling rant/annoyance/fuck knows combination of letters to make words.