Cheers

       

“WAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH”

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAH”

Frank Pierce and Ryan Gallway were cackling and gleaming after their victory earlier in the night. They had their red robes with golden LED lights draped over their shoulders and title belts in their regals hands. Royal Attendants pat them down with the softest of Egyptian Cotton towels. Those towels were so soft that they actually managed to convince Ryan that they were actually from the Crab Nebula’s best looms. Their Princess, Alexandra Malone stood between them grinning and patting them on their backs.

“We dost defeated thy six headed dragon of grundlesniffers Ryan! HAR HAR! Ye Olde SilverHAWKE set up knaives as our challengers and thine beat them the fuckith downe!” Pierce said to his partner.

“HA HA! That’s right daddyo. They can suck-est our royal taints after how easily we put them all six feet under like I did last night at the intergalactic death match against Quazar the Unscrupulous! I am tired of all these Froggy fuckers watching us destroy horrible team after horrible team. Do-est they have another weak ass bunch of crackers for us to fight!”

Alex shook her head.

“Nothing’s been posted yet, they’ll probably figure out next contenders after the End Game match…”

Frank spat towards the ground in disgust, Ryan looked at his PipBoy and then off into space. There was probably something shiny out there in the ether.

“DO THE KINGS OF THIS HORRID REALM OF MOUNT-RAW KNOWEST OUR NAMES!?! WE HAVE SMACKETH DOWN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THOSE KNIGHTS WHO ATTEMPTEST TO TAKE OUR BIRTHRIGHT! WHO ALL TRIED!?!”

Alex rattled off the first name: “The First Airborne.”

Ryan responded, “Dead and I don’t even know what happened to that bronco Mach 2…”

“Unknown Elements.”

“Didest they even show up to the battle?”

“Sons of Anarchy.”

“Co-Pilot Mack having to shoulder the weight of that team…”

“The Minutemen.”

Ryan fell to ground laughing. “PLEASE!” he stated as he got back to his feet. Frank, however, looked a little displeased. Staring longingly into his half of the ACW Tag Team Titles, he gritted his teeth.

“What else have we to prove? After the absence of King Danger, we havest reigned over this realm without impunity. But all these challenges and fights….”

Frank threw down his Tag Team title belt.

“No… no, this isn’t right. This… this is bullshit. FUCK THEM. Fuck this division, and fuck the competition.”

Ryan and Alexandria looked over at Frank as he continued to glare a dagger through his ACW Tag Team Title. The poor British inflection and accent were gone. Instead it was more of an assholish douchey growl came out of his mouth.

“We aren’t just the king of the ACW tag team heap anymore, guys. We’re not just the greatest collection of talent trapped in one dying division… no longer. WE. ARE. THE. SHIT.”

Ryan smirked with approval while Alexandria looked on at Frank, waiting to see where he was going with this.

“I’m 24 years old, in the best shape of my life and now, thanks to my uncle Leo – bless his soul --- and his generous inheritance over the holidays, I’m stacking paper to the sky. Alex is one of the best business minds in this fucking company… if not THE business. And Ryan is perhaps the fastest man in wrestling today. We dominate this company and what? Are they going to bring in Desade and Aimz? Hollywood Wrecking Crew? Legion of Dairy? Is Alias going to bring in his acid trip of a bitch partner and going to face us?

No.

So lets retire this farce of a division and dominate EVERYTHING here in ACW. Whenever those twats Roys and Hawk get off their ballsacks and do something and bring some team in worthy of us, then we’ll defend them.”

The three paused and thought this over. Ryan was the first to speak up.

“I have an idea, space commodore. Let’s get out of this universal bunghole of a city, board the skyyacht, flight down to the Aquarius Den down in SoBe, hit the clubs with some of that crazy scratch you got, and we’ll plan out something that these fucks will never forget.”

“Done,” Alexandria beamed proudly at the thought. “But before that… a toast! A great 2009 and looking ahead to many more successful years in this business!”

Pouring the finest champagne Canadian loonies could buy, Frank poured some glasses for himself, Ryan and Alexandria. After setting the bottle aside, the three young upstarts of ACW clinked their glasses together.

“CHEERS!”

The Illusionist

A large deposit of mucus landed on the concrete floor as one of the many doors inside the ACW-Arena swung open to reveal what seemed to be a storage closet. The man, dressed in jeans and a black hooded top could be seen rummaging around quickly, as if he knew he did not have long before he would be spotted by the arena security.

He pulled out bandages and tape and all sorts of medical equipment and dropped them all on the floor. Then moving to the other side of the ring he opened a drawer to reveal a number of knifes and instruments of cutting. He looked and looked before pulling out a deadly... pair of scissors.

He held them, by the blades of course, in his right hand and closed everything up before making sure the door was closed by locking it from the inside.

Pulling his top above his head he bared he stomach and chest and took some of the bandages from their wrappers. Pulling and twisting his body into shape he wrapped the bandages around his body and stuck them together with tape, using the scissors to cut lengths that he needed.

After all of the stock was diminished, he checked himself for authenticity purposes.

And smiled.

Disposing of all his rubbish he pulled his top back down and exited the room, shutting it as quietly as possible.

Looking left and then right, the coast was clear for him to make his exit as he walked into the what appeared to be the stage entrance of the arena.

He was going into the ring tonight.

"This fucker won't know what hit him... prepare to be skullfucked Trey Vincent."

And it seemed Trey Vincent was his target.

The All-Star Championship Wrestling Hall of Fame Inducts ALIAS

The lights dimmed softly once again as the large screen displayed the ACW logo. SilverHAWK walked over to the spot light, at it’s position at the small podium with the notes about the latest inductee, the penultimate nominee as it where.

The only nominee who was also an active competitor within ACW.

SilverHAWK stood at the podium for a moment, soaking in just how MUCH the crowd had enjoyed the night so far. The shepherd of All-Stars had a shit-eating grin on his face. Every title but the tag team championships had changed hands, and all those in attendance where left to wonder just who might win not only the World Championship, in the match coming up next, but also… who would win End Game, following in the path of Seymour Almasy.

“The first time I faced this man in the ring… he looked absolutely NOTHING like he does today. He wrestled absolutely NOTHING like he does today. Hell, if he hadn’t returned to ACW in 2002, his chances of joining this Hall of Fame class would be next to NOTHING.” SilverHAWK was reveling in punching those words, a game matter of factness to his voice.

But then he smiled.

“Except, the prodigal son DID return. And now there is NOTHING else that can be said, in terms of just how much this man deserves the honor tonight… of being part of the first class of the ACW Hall of Fame. Let’s take a look at some of the moments that shaped not only his career, up to this point, but also changed the very FOUNDATION of ACW, mostly for the better… like no other before him.” The words drifted proudly from SilverHAWK as he stood at the podium, and then looked back at the video screen as The Original Pulp Hero’s Hall of Fame Highlight package burst to life… to the tune of the entrance music he debuted in ACW with, “Not Over” by The Full Nine. Funny how things like that go.

November 10th, 2002… breakout… the re-introduction to ACW flickered onto the screen for a moment. Alias looked up from his 1962 Shelby Cobra, before he heard his name. Smiling to himself he yelled back at the fan in line. "YOU TELL ANYONE THAT IF THEY TOUCH THIS CAR I'LL KILL THE MOTHER FUCKER!!!", the fan excitingly gave him the thumbs. I guess being a smark fan boy vanishes when they talk back.

And then suddenly, with a jump cut Alias is taking what seem like suicidal steps off of the end of a ladder. It was the moment that cemented Alias into the consciousness of ACW, his return PPV, which just so happened to be End Game 2002. Yes the same PPV Osyrus mentioned earlier. Alias slowly rolled to his feet… breathing heavily and, yes, bleeding heavily. He picked up the incoherent Douglas and hesitantly heaved the 263 pound Douglas onto his shoulder. At first stumbling to each side he held the man in the air, as the crowd reached a fevered pitch, before finally turning towards the ladder… lying against the top rope.

With heavy feet Alias ran towards the ladder, it was too late to turn back now, as he took the first uneven step onto the ladder, the weight of Max Douglas on his shoulders was now the only thing that carried him forward. He reached out with his next foot, awkwardly skipping a step. Trying to regain his momentum Alias leaned forward and surprisingly ran two more rungs cleanly as the ladder tipped towards the outside, weighing down the ropes. With the gap to the tables on the outside still in front of him… Alias said a prayer…

…and took a leap of god-damned faith.

SMASH

He hadn’t exactly hit the tables cleanly… hell he had only broken one… but that’s all he needed. Using the barrier as support… he slowly pulled himself up to his feet after crawling from the wreckage.

As he slowly pulled himself to his feet, we see him slowly being pulled to his feet by the crowd of the first Legends. He was, at that moment, officially theres. And soon after… Alias pointed upstairs and started to climb. It could, and as Alias hoped, would be the nail in the coffin to this match against Osyrus at the apex of Legends. Alias decided to go for everything… and pulled his dustiest move out for a shot. He went for it...

WHITEOUT!!!

The fact that he could still pull it off to perfection was a marvel in and of it's self...

And he landed it. The ring shook with force of as Alias collided with Osyrus after soaring nearly half way across the ring with a shooting star press.

ONE!

TWO!

ACW belonged to the fans then too, though not officially. Not yet. Faster cut scenes where then showed.

The surprised reaction of the Original Pulp Hero, as SVJ returned to ACW.

Alias defeating SVJ for the first time.

Alias winning his first World Championship against Jason Kain at King of Ages.

Alias winning his second World Championship against SilverHAWK at Revival.

Alias losing his left eye, though retiring SVJ at Legends II.

Alias returning to ACW for one night only, Courage 100, to defeat another surprise guest in High Flyer.

Before finally, spending an extra beat to savor that one-off night in Montreal. Whiskey Jack’s words echoed over “Not Over” giving it yet another meaning.

“I can’t start to say how honored I am to be here tonight. This is a night for All-Star Championship Wrestling. The men and women who have worked within the shows and those who’ve fought within this very ring. Everyone standing here tonight made this night possible. Not just those of us in the ring, or on the show. Not just the Roy Boys or SilverHAWK, who were all together the driving force in putting this show together. And yes, I met the Roys just as recently as you did.“ Stephen and Nathan Roy, laughed. They had heard that Alias wasn’t quick to trust, but they were very pleased to see the fire of excitement in the man’s eye, and this certain bit of playfulness. For the first time, in the longest time, the introspective Pulp Hero wasn’t done talking, not at all.

“You, the fans, made this night possible most of all. You bought shares in the physical manifestation of ACW becoming something material. Something more then memories, so that it could go one more round.” The wrestlers in and around the ring applauded the fans, and the crowd roared in return. Alias looked to SilverHAWK for a moment, and continued.

"I started wrestling for All-Star Championship wrestling when I was eighteen. To put that into perspective... I've been a part of this federation, even just holding it in my hopes and dreams, for three less years then my age, when I first stepped into an ACW ring." Christopher Sheffield grinned and continued. And yes, the twenty-five year old Andy Sharp felt a liiittle bit younger.

“We are all ACW!

The people in the back!

The men and women who have and will continue to fight for everything, in this ring!

And you, the shareholders in future of ACW!” The crowd erupted one more time in response, as Alias calmed his tensed and excited muscular frame. The sweat and blood, it glistened in the lights of the arena, and for a final moment…

… surrounded by the past, the present, and very much the future of ACW…

… The Original Pulp Hero, Alias, held a completely stoic expression. He spoke from the bottom of his quickly beating heart. Breathe heavy from quite the long night, indeed. The chant within the crowd, it had peaked again, and those three simple letters infused with the words that finished off the night to remember.

AYE-SEE-DUB

“One more round? I know I’ll be fighting till I can’t feel my god-damned arms, my other eye fails me and my body and soul are altogether torn to shit.

AYE-SEE-DUB

So do stick around, and join us.

AYE-SEE-DUB

We won’t be going anywhere.”

More jump cuts filled the screen, of Alias’s last nine months in ACW. Most notably the Holy Trinity of Violence, when it came to the Pulp Hero and his formerly owned Scorpion Fighting Title. Fight Night, the birthday present to Whiskey Jack. The Empty Arena match, within ACW Arena and it’s untold property damage. The DEAD Match against Khristian Keller, and it’s Five Stages of Grief. Each one, a veritable classic.

As the video came to an end, SilverHAWK turned to the entrance ramp and motioned with a smile…

“Ladies and Gentlemen… the next inductee in the ACW HALL OF FAME… ALIAS!”

‘Sympathy for the Devil’ by the Rolling Stones hit, and with an enormous pop from the Montreal crowd, out came Alias.

This was a moment he had never expected, when he had returned to ACW. Then again he had never expected to become The Hero. The Big Bad.

The Heart and Soul of ACW.

The Original Pulp picked up speed, as he ran down towards the ring and past SilverHAWK, a cold expression etched on his face. Even during this grand moment of celebration. Alias showed no hint of reaction, as he looked deadly serious. He realized the implications, as well as the potential dangers of this matchup. He didn't trust Sharc to stay out of his business, and he sure as hell didn't trust Trey Vincent, or even Andy Sharp for that matter. All four men had the same goal, to win at any cost. Therein lied the danger.

Still he tightly held a mic, as he used his momentum to slide into the ring, before pulling himself to his feet with the ropes. He looked out to the familiar Montreal crowd for a moment. Then nodded, before bringing the mic up, still showing only the slightest emotion.

“I suppose I’ve made a career outta the unexpected. No one expected me to return to ACW in 2002, to save ACW, beat SVJ, beat Jason Kain, return again, beat Hawk, retire with SVJ, return again…” Alias was getting a small kick out of his evident run-on of being a return offender. The generational bridge for any superstar that had ever stepped within ACW, if you will.

“Despite this consensus that says otherwise… I assure you, I’m the last person you should expect to see in a hall-of-fame. I’m a smoker, a drinker and I’ve got one hell of a shady reputation.” Alias finally grinned.

“Truth be told, I’m kind of a bastard.” Before he looked back at SilverHAWK who stood at the top of the entrance holding his Hall of Fame plague. The bronze relief of his face, his career high-lights up to this point etched on its base.

“Looking at that plague though, I’m the proudest bastard on the face of the eart—umph!”

CRACK!

THACK!

CRUNK!

The latest inductee into the ACW Hall of Fame: Alias.

Was getting his head kicked in.

Double Jeopardy ACW World Championship Match
Alias vs. Trey Vincent & Sharc vs. Andy Sharp(c)

           

As Alias tumbled forward, his Hall of Fame speech cut short, Sharc continued to kick away first at his shoulders and then at his head as Trey Vincent paced around the fallen Original Pulp Hero sporting a new “ONLY CANADIAN HERO THAT MATTERS” T-shirt, while also sporting a cocky smile.

The Sports Entertainment Icon and his hired gun had foregone hearing there wonderful entrance themes, “I’m Bad” by Last Vegas and “Empire” by Chimaira, respectively, to get the jump on the newly minted Hall of Fame superstar. See the rules of the match where thus…

Two rings. Two matches happening simultaneously. Four wrestlers. One winner. One ACW World Champion. That is what the following Double Jeopardy match essentially boiled down to.

In one ring, The Original Pulp Hero Alias and the Sports Entertainment Icon Trey Vincent would "sports entertain" (TV doesn't "wrestle") each other, while in the other ring Sharc would face off with Mr. All-Star Andy Sharp, the reigning and defending ACW World Champion. Rules would be "lax," to say the least.

Like now for instance. Even before Trey Vincent had attacked Alias, he had been received with boos. He showed no hint of fear, with this impending match because he was currently watching Sharc attack the former two-time World Champion, a man who had done quite a bit of damage to Vincent during the last few weeks in their encounters.

Sharc, dressed all in black and in his oversized black hooded T-shirt, tonight also brandishing a scythe to sell the image of the Grim Reaper, was finally pushed away from Alias and both he and TV where forced into the far ring by the official for tonights match, senior referee Henry Irwonsen. Sharc walked with TV, his head lowered, and once he was in the other ring, he raised his head and pulled up the hood just enough to stare down some nearby fans with the cold, emotionless, empty eyes of a killer.

The two talked some strategy outside ring number one, the crowd erupted with the sounds of "War" by Sick Puppies. Andy Sharp had done it all in ACW, and tonight he was looking to add yet another accomplishment to his list: winning this double jeopardy match. Sharp exploded through the entryway, and bounced from side to side in the aisle, slapping hands with the Montreal fans.

With Sharp approaching the ring and showing no hint of fear or slowing down, Sharc and Vincent broke and headed in opposite directions. Sharp leapt onto the ropes, catapulted himself over the top rope and swung around to the middle turnbuckle so he could show off the prize all four men would be fighting for: The ACW World Championship. With flashbulbs going off in every direction, the camera zoomed around THE Man, giving him a larger-than-life feel in this gigantic supershow.

The camera cut to a slowly recovering Alias, who stood, shaking his arms out unimpressed, simply waiting to beat somebody's face in. The fact that Sharp hadn’t run out to make the save and start this match after Alias was attacked? Not surprising to the Pulp Hero… the kid liked his limelight. The camera cut to Sharc, who removed his sweatshirt, then glared at Alias, and then up at Andy Sharp, the man he would have to deal with first. The camera then cut to Trey Vincent, who climbed into the ring with the still battered looking Alias (though really, is there any other kind?) and jumped up onto the middle rope to try and steal some of Sharp's spotlight. For this, oh he was booed. Sharp, who by now had hopped off the ropes, saw Vincent do this, and quickly jumped onto the middle turnbuckle once again.

Major popage. Sharp spun around to gloat in Vincent's direction, and he couldn't help but smile as an angry Vincent kicked at the ropes and screamed at referee Henry Irwonsen.

"DQ him!"

"For what?"

"He's stealing my pops! Last time I checked, theft is a DQable offense, scrub!"

Alias tapped Vincent on the shoulder.

"Huh?"

BAM! Fist to the face. Payback doth me a BITCH.

And with that, the bell sounded. In the other ring, Mark Shields was handling the referee duties in typical fashion: getting ready to smoke. He was lighting up a cigarette as Sharc slid under the bottom rope. Seeing an opportunity, Sharc grabbed the newly lit cigarette out of Shields' mouth and charged toward Sharp, trying to scar his face. Sharp saw it coming and was able to grab Sharc's wrist. They fought over the cigarette in what was basically a test of strength.

In the left ring, Alias had pulled Vincent up to his feet and whipped him to the corner. Running clothesline! With Vincent stunned, Alias scooped him up and slammed him hard to the canvas. DOUBLE KNEE DROP! Vincent started bouncing like a fish out of water after both of Alias' knees nearly crushed his skull. Alias kept on the offense, quickly pulling up Vincent and running him toward the corner with a turnbuckle hip toss! The crowd cheered as TV landed quite badly on his head/neck area.

Quickly, Alias went for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Foot on the rope.

Cameras cut to the right ring now, where Sharp had managed to turn over Sharc's arm. Shields, seeing an opening, grabbed the cigarette and went on a short trip to flavor country. With Sharc contorted due to the Sharp's arm-twisting, Sharp quickly dropped the hold and went for a roll-up.

One!

No. Sharc kicked out easily.

Sharp was up first.

LEET FEET V.2

Sharc ducked underneath.

BLOOD IN THE WATER!

No! Sharp used his momentum to escape the inverted brainbuster and landed behind Sharc. REVERSE RANA! The crowd exploded at seeing that move, and the cheers only increased as Sharp headed to the apron and connected with a springboard lariat!

The cameras cut to the left ring now, where Alias had Vincent up for a stalling suplex that echoed throughout the All-Star Arena as Vincent was planted in the middle of the ring. Vincent struggled simply to get to a seated position as Alias looked to finish this one off quick.

BUFFALO SLEEPER!

No! Vincent felt it coming and roared back with a right elbow that caught Alias in the temple. Quickly, Vincent picked up a dazed Alias and nailed a spinebuster. As TV put the boots to Alias, the cameras cut to the right ring.

The Hat Trick! The rolling trio of suplexes connected, and Sharp was looking to finish off Sharc once again.

In the left ring, Vincent was blatantly choking Alias in the corner with his right boot, using every second of the five count to his advantage.

In the right ring, Mr. All-Star was up top and ready to fly.

ALL-STAR FROG SPLASH!

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NO!

TREY VINCENT BROKE IT UP!

The crowd went ballistic, as Vincent rained down stomps on the ACW World Champion. They couldn't believe this blatant cheating. After grabbing a handful of Sharp's hair, Vincent ran him toward the ropes and tossed him violently over the top, and Andy fell BETWEEN THE TWO RINGS! The crowd all stood, shocked at the horrific plunge as Sharp fell out of sight.

Even Vincent was a bit shocked, but it was fleeting. He got over it quickly, and urged Sharc to get up and come help him with Alias.

And here it was now. Two on one. Vincent charged at Alias and nailed him with a stiff Clothesline from Minnesota. Sharc joined him now in the ring, as Vincent grabbed Alias' legs and turned him into a sharpshooter (HUGE boos for that one). Sharc ran to the ropes.

SMACK!

Dropkick to the face!

Vincent dropped the sharpshooter and told Sharc to head up top for some sort of move. TV lifted Alias up on his shoulders in the electric chair, as Sharc, who isn't exactly a high flier, unsteadily tried to balance himself up top. That delay was the opening Alias needed, as he shoved himself free behind Vincent and pushed him into the corner, causing Sharc to crotch himself up top.

Alias, desperate to get things evened out, dumped Vincent through the ropes and climbed up behind Sharc.

DIAMOND DUST~!

Alias hooked the leg.

But Alias couldn't pin Sharc. They weren't each other's opponents in this Double Jeopardy match. The Original Pulp Hero didn't like hearing that news from referee Irwonsen.

Vincent was back.

THWACK!

And he had a chair with him. The shot to Alias' back dropped him to a knee, but only for a minute.

"Hit me again," Alias growled.

Vincent's jaw dropped as Alias said those words and got back to his feet, looking completely unfazed by the shot.

Vincent charged and drove the end of the chair into Alias' midsection, bending him in half, then quickly put the end of the chair under Alias' chin and pulled down, driving Alias' jaw into the top of the chair. Alias bounced backward into the ropes and fell to his knees, clutching his jaw. Not wanting Alias to get back up, Vincent roared back and LAUNCHED the chair at Alias' skull, hitting him in the face and hands. This pissed off Alias quite a bit, so he grabbed the chair and threw it at Vincent, and followed up by tackling him and unloading with punches. Luckily for TV, Sharc was there as back up.

THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!

Sharc just unloaded with chair shot after chair shot on Alias, payback for their previous contest on Courage, which began with Alias obliterating Sharc with chair shots in similar fashion.

Between the rings, a hand suddenly shot up, getting a pop from the crowd.

Vincent and Sharc spun around at the cheers and went for Mr. All-Star.

They grabbed him and pulled Sharp back up and into the left ring, only to stomp him into oblivion. Once they had him hurting, Vincent yanked him up, slapped him, then lifted him up.

GORILLA PRESS SLAM INTO THE OTHER RING!

Despite the fans hating Vincent and Sharc with a passion, the move still generated a surprising, albeit brief, pop. The boos returned as Vincent and Sharc stood triumphant.

Sharc headed back to his ring to finish off Sharp, while Vincent went back to work on Alias.

In the left ring, Vincent pulled up a hurting Alias, and looked to deliver some more punishment to his back. Sit-out powerbomb by Vincent!

Cover!

One!

Two!

NO! Alias powered out.

In the right ring, Sharc whipped Sharp to the ropes, took him down with a drop toe hold, then quickly got up and ran to the ropes, and tried to rip his head off with a wicked looking inverted neck snap. Sharp grabbed at his aching neck, as Sharc rolled him over for the cover.

One.

Two.

Thre-Andy's shoulder popped off the mat!

Sharc grabbed that shoulder, viciously twisted him over onto his stomach and drove his right knee into Sharp's lower back, then looked to lock on the Boston crab submission.

In the left ring, Vincent had Alias ready for the Cliffhanger (uranage slam). After spitting toward the fans with contempt, he tried to lift Alias up, but in mid-air, Alias managed a stunning counter, lifting his knees up and freeing his arms to hit Pulped II, his double knee facebreaker!

The fans erupted in cheers as both men landed on the mat. Alias, exhausted, tried to sit up and crawl his way toward Vincent, but he just couldn't at the moment. Irwonsen had no choice but to start a ten count on both men.

In the right ring, Sharp was in the middle of the ring, as Sharc had the painful Boston crab locked on perfectly. Shields checked in with the ACW World Champion, who shouted "No!" when asked if he wanted to give up. Realizing Sharp wouldn't give it up, Sharc carefully took a couple steps backward, until Sharp was almost vertical to the mat in an elevated version of the Boston crab, contorting his neck viciously.

But Sharc wasn't done there. After adjusting his hands, Sharc pulled Sharp up off the mat until his head was at Sharc's knees, then drove Sharp to the mat with what he hoped would end this thing and put him one step closer to the ACW World Championship.

THE SHARC CAGE!

The belly to back inverted mat slam drove Sharp face and chest first into the mat. Once again, the fans let out a loud "Ohhhh!" upon impact from the impressive sequence of moves, despite hating Sharc and TV with a passion. Sharc flipped Sharp over into the sunset flip pinning position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NO! SHARP KICKED OUT!

The fans exploded in cheers for their hometown hero, as Sharc, exhausted and a bit annoyed, fell backward to the mat and stared up at the lights in disbelief.

Over in the left ring, Vincent and Alias were on their knees, crawling toward each other. Right by Alias (Yeah!), right by Vincent (Booo!), right by Alias (Yeah!), right by Vincent (Booo!).

Both men got to their feet. Vincent punched, but Alias blocked and unloaded with a headbutt to the nose.

"CLICK!" yelled the Montreal fans.

A knee to Vincent's midsection.

"CLICK!" yelled the Montreal fans.

Jumping knee strike, CAUGHT!

THROUGH THE ROOF! The fishermanbuster dropped Alias viciously on his shoulder/neck area.

"BOO!" shouted the fans.

"Are they yelling 'booo' or 'boooom'?" Vincent shouted to the nearest camera before smiling and making the cover.

One!

Two!

THRE-NO!

Alias got the shoulder up in time.

In the right ring, Sharc had Sharp positioned on the top rope now. He was looking for a top rope Sharc Attack (hanging cutter), but Sharp shoved him away. Sharc charged and jumped onto the middle rope, looking to knock out Sharp with a few punches, but Sharp had other ideas, blocked the punch, and rocked him with a European uppercut. Quickly, Sharp bent Sharc over and dove over top of him, looking for a sunset flip bomb, but Sharc held onto the top rope. Sharp let go, spun around, and shoved Sharc forward, sending his face into the top of the steel post!

In the left ring, Vincent was looking to end it.

KICK.

WHAM.

SHOCKING CONCLUSION.

NO!

Alias got a hold of Vincent's arm. Hammerlock. Recoiled.

"WELCOME TO MONTREAL, MOTHERFUCKER!" Alias roared to a big pop.

COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NO! Vincent kicked out!

In the right ring, Sharp was trying to pull Sharc off the top rope, but he was holding on to the metal piece of the ring that connects the turnbuckle to the steel post. But Sharp had an idea. He got out on the apron of the ring, backed up, and then ran the apron, grabbed the steel post, and spun around, nailing Sharc in the face with a modified 6-1-KNEE!

The crowd popped huge once again, as Sharc flew backward and crashed to the mat. The cameras zoomed in as it became apparent Sharc was gushing blood, most likely from hitting the steel post moments earlier. The fans volume dropped a bit at the grotesque sight, but Sharp won them back quickly by pointing to his hometown fans, then to the top turnbuckle, and heading up top.

B-SHARP FROM THE TOP ROPE! The shooting star press connected, and this one was all over.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! SHARC KICKED OUT!

Unbelievable. The fans were stunned. Sharp was stunned. The camera zoomed in on Shields' face, revealing his cigarette dangling from his lower lip like Dan Aykroyd in "Ghostbusters."

Yeah, just like that.

In the left ring, Alias bent Vincent over with a knee lift, then reeled him in.

HIGH ANGLE POWERBOMB WITH A PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NO!

Vincent kicked out!

In the right ring, Sharp was waiting on Sharc to get up, only to put him down once and for all.

It was time for The Leet Feet V.2.

The bloody Sharc pulled himself up using the middle rope, then spun around.

LEET FEET MISSED!

SHARC ATTACK!

Sharc's version of the Ace Crusher had Sharp face down and unmoving on the canvas. Unfortunately for Sharc, he was face up and not moving at the same time due to the toll the match had taken on their bodies (and no doubt the insane amount of blood he was losing).

DDT by Alias, NO! Vincent dropped to his knee and hit a European uppercut to Alias' testicles. With Alias bent over, TV capitalized, locking him in for the Glass Ceiling (pedigree)!

In the right ring, Sharc and Sharp were both down. Now the same was true in the left ring.

"Dirty Window" by Metallica.

Crowdus eruptus.

Khristian Keller, the King Shit of Fuck Mountain stepped out, but he was all bandaged up, no doubt due to Trey Vincent and Sharc's set up on the last Courage when fake officers "arrested" him on bogus charges, only to end up taking him into the back of a van for a nasty beatdown. That beatdown kept Keller from facing Vincent and losing a shot to be in this Double Jeopardy match. Apparently, Keller was going to be a part of it whether Vincent liked it or not.

Vincent was back to his feet and saw Keller, his ribs and head heavily bandaged, and he laughed and he laughed and he laughed (with a bit of pointing thrown in as well).

"Vincent! You cost me a shot at the ACW World Title. Right now, it's payback time, motherfucker."

In the other ring, Sharc was back to his feet as well, intrigued by Keller's appearance, but also making sure that Sharp wasn't stirring (he wasn't).

"Yeah, I guess it is pretty funny, isn't it? A guy with bruised and cracked ribs. You're probably thinking I have no shot of doing any damage to you, right. Well, I guess it's a good thing my ribs aren't hurt at all."

With that announcement, Keller shredded the bandages, ripping them to pieces as if they were nothing. No bruises were visible on his muscular midsection. The crowd seemed pleased with this development, though TV definitely was not.

"And hell, with my grade three concussion, I bet ACW wouldn't even clear me to wrestle tonight in the End Game match. Well, good thing I don't have a concussion."

Keller pulled the bandages off his bald head and tossed them behind himself.

"You see, last week, things didn't go as you planned, asshole. I had a little help after you ran away, scared of me even when both of my hands were handcuffed behind my back."

Sharc and TV looked at each other with an "oh shit" type of realization.

ALIAS and ANDY SHARP had saved Keller from TV's cops. Keller was about to get into the ring, but a swarm of security, ACW officials, and referees rushed down the aisle to hold back Keller.

Before things could get any worse, Vincent and Sharc looked to finish off their respective opponents.

On the left, Vincent dropped a leg on Alias, then signaled for the most outrageous maneuver in sports entertainment today: the Big Time Fist Drop.

On the right, Sharc yanked Sharp up, got behind him, and locked him in for his inverted brainbuster, Blood in the Water. As Sharc lifted Sharp up, however, Sharp once again rolled free and landed on his feet behind Sharc.

SMACK!

"OHHHH!" roared the fans as Sharp damn near took Sharc's head off with Leet Feet V.2!

In the other ring, Vincent bounced off the fourth and final side of the ring, then paused and went for his stalling fist drop, looking to drive it into Alias' face.

Alias rolled out of the way! Vincent grabbed his aching right hand, as Alias went in for the kill.

BUFFALO SLEEPER~!

On the right, Sharp made the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

On the left, Trey Vincent tapped out!

At the entryway, Khristian Keller got the last laugh as he was forced away from ringside.

The All-Star Arena was deafening with cheers at the exciting conclusion to the Double Jeopardy portion of the match. Alias and Andy Sharp had survived and would now go one on one for the ACW World Championship.

Right now.

Andy Sharp(c) vs. Alias

   

You simply cannot judge Alias and Andy Sharp on how they’ve fought each other.

The emotion.

The violence.

The unpredictability.

There fights had been turning points against for one another. So therefore, instead of looking at how they had fought one another, you had to see how they had fought those they had been turned towards. Like recently…

Alias had Keller.

Sharp had Danger.

When things where at their darkest, both had to face facets of the Black Wisdom… Sharp had Hound.

Alias had Violence Jack.

And, arguably there greatest conflicts came from their best friends…

Alias had Vince Jacobs.

Sharp had Seymour Almasy.

Tonight Alias had Trey Vincent, and Andy Sharp had gotten Sharc. Both men had won. And as they stood in the rings, catching there breath for a moment as the officials at ringside took away an angry Trey Vincent and Sharc, Sharp winked at Alias. Alias nodded in return.

This wasn’t a sign of respect. Oh no, with this too, it was a small nicety for getting as far as they had in the night. Sharp, the World Champion… and his final challenger in the Pulp Hero.

As the ref finished checking on both men, he gave the nod for the match to start once again.

DING DING DING!

And away we go.

Again.

Sharp ran against the far-side of the double ring and sling-shot himself up and over the ring, only for Alias to duck out of the way. Luckily Sharp was able to roll through the jump and stood to attack the Original Pulp Hero. They had both already fought wars… and where ready for even more. Alias swung wildly, landing a thumb to the eye that gave him the moment of reprieve that he needed to get fully to his feet.

Charging the temporarily vision-impaired World Champion, Alias was caught with a boot the gut that stopped him cold. Grabbing an arm, Sharp whipped the World Championship contender across the ring, and as Alias rebounded, The Sharpest Image hooked under the arm of The Original Pulp Hero, throwing him mercilessly over the top rope and into the adjoining ring with a huge hip toss. The two-time ACW World Champ crashed to the canvas with a dull thud, and the crowd cheered the fast start by the Champion.

The Highlight of the Night bounced to the corner and began to ascend the turnbuckles between the rings.

As Alias stood, he turned and was met with Sharp jumping out towards him and clutching him around the neck before twisting with a harsh change of momentum. Harsh because it used Alias as the pivot point.

Tornado DDT off the top rope!

Both men were reeling from the move, challenger certainly more so than champion. Sharp rolled under the rope to the other ring once again and stood to his feet, the cheer from the crowd growing in volume as he did so. It was no secret that those within ACW Arena LOVED Andy. Sharp grabbed the top cable and launched himself over the ropes, crashing down with a leg drop, right across the throat of Alias. The champion hooked a leg and Henry Irwonsen made the first count of the last half of the World Championship match.

ONE!

TW--

Kickout by Alias!

The crowd cheered, though obviously not as loudly, as Sharp failed to even pick up the two count. For the first time since Alias had left Montreal, he had some work cut out for him, if he hoped to win the Montreal crowd over from the World Champion.

Let alone his belt.

Both men’s bodies were killing them, and as they groaned to pick themselves up to their feet, using the ring ropes to aid them, they continued to attack one another. Alias with a kick to Sharp’s knee, Sharp with a retaliated kick to Alias’s shin. Sharp wanted to put Alias to rest before his former idol, and much more recently these last few years the man he respected the least, could prove more trouble to him then he could handle. When one attacked, the other fell to their knee, and after a minute of this, neither man had gotten to their feet.
Until a moment that Alias brought a sharp (no pun intended) elbow towards the forehead of Mr. All-Star.
Alias lifted himself to his feet by the ring ropes, and then got in two extra stiff kicks to his challenger’s legs. He reached down and grabbed Sharp’s prone leg, and leapt in the air, corkscrewing himself and the leg held in his grasp as he landed hard on the ring canvas. It was something of the same corkscrew torque he used to execute ‘Welcome to ACW, Motherfucker’, with an unconventional twist. Closer to the ring ropes he used them to recover to his feet, and then reached down and grabbed Sharp’s leg again. This time, Sharp would use his good leg to kick, stabbing at the Alias with stiff slightly off target blows.
Still, the ACW Hall of Famer spun, corkscrewing Sharp’s leg with him as he landed on the canvas, this time over top of him even, causing Sharp to be folded up and pressed in an awkward position that technically was a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
It was going to take a lot more than that to keep The World’s Leetest Feet down.

Alias was quickly back to his feet, where he begins to stomp away at the challenger. The crowd voices their slight displeasure as the Pulp Original continues his assault, smashing the sole of his boot into Sharp’s torso. The World Champion rolled onto his stomach, and pushed himself up with his forearms. Alias continues to drive home stomp after stomp, but Sharp somehow managed to continue his vertical movement, rising through the boots. The determination drew a roar from most of the hometown crowd. For Alias’s part, he didn’t relent, peppering Sharp’s torso with lefts and rights, trying to crack a rib or two.

Sharp swings out with a quick right, hoping to reverse fortunes with one shot, but the cutting swing missed, Alias ducking underneath. Sharp spun around to face his elusive foe while at the same time bringing a harsh swinging crescent kick towards Alias’s head.

But it never finds its mark.

The Original Pulp Hero catches it and brings Sharp towards him by the leg. Alias locks his arms around the leg and waist and arcs back. Capture Suplex! Sharp’s shoulders and head crash into the canvas, causing him to crumple into a heap. Alias grabs Sharp and tosses him unceremoniously over the top rope. As Sharp stands, Alias charges forward and drops to the mat. The baseball slide, maybe a sore spot for the Montreal Expo-less crowd, sends Sharp stumbling back into the barricade, folding in half back across it.

AYE-LEE-ASS (sucks)! AYE-LEE-ASS (sucks)! AYE-LEE-ASS (sucks)!

Yes as some fans chanted for Alias, others had different ideas. Especially those in Montreal, still sore about the ‘revolution’. The Original Hero climbed the top turnbuckle, facing out of the ring, looking down the ten feet to the World Champion who lay draped across the top of the barricade.

Payback for being dive-bombed from the balcony at Fight Night?

Alias gave the world his answer. A thousand flash bulbs go off within the House of Wrestling as the former World Champion soared through the air. He seemed to hang there forever too. The impact was frightening. Sheff’s leg came down across the neck of Sharp, and as the Original Pulp spilled into the fans, that section of barricade having collapsed under the weight and force of the two superstars.

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The referee, the former Captain Ironsides, waved for help from the back, and immediately a small group of officials and EMTs rush down the aisle way towards the ring. ACW Arena sat silent, caught in a state of disbelief.

They hadn’t seen anything like this… SINCE the jump from the balcony.

It was a suicide dive from the Short-Sighted King, but hell, Alias might have had a little bit of K-Wolf in his ear. When the officials arrived at the scene of the slaughter, they push the ACW faithful away, giving the two superstars room to breathe. The EMTs are just a step behind, but by the time they’re in the middle of the mess, Alias is slowly making it to his feet. He wasn’t about to get pulled outta a fight, especially THIS fight. Not the former Scorpion Fighting Champ.

Reaching down, he grabbed one of Sharp’s arms and dragged the World Champion toward the ring, across the mangled piece of barricade. Blood from Sharp’s open wounds smear across the ringside mats. Alias once again uses his deceptive strength to pick Sharp’s limp body up and roll him into the ring. Following just behind, the five-time former title holder draped himself across Sharp and hooked a leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

NO! SHARP KICKED OUT!

The Montreal crowd went nuts, only a small handful of fans holding out on exploding with excitement over the impossible will of Andy Sharp (that would be the heels, still wonderfully sequestered in there section balcony). It had seemingly begun to match even the infamous will of the Original Pulp Hero himself.

Alias could only growl, as he slowly stood. The crowd was now united in sound. The masses of ACW faithful within ACW Arena let out a chant that could be heard as far away as Quebec City. Days later, those who go to see Circe Du Sole would swear that the walls were shaking with the sound of the ACW faithful. In the cold winter stillness of the Montreal night, there is one sound coming from the people. It's not quite in unison, but the overlapping chants are all the same.

AAAAAN-DY! SHARP! AAAAAAN-DY! SHARP! AAAAAAN-DY! SHARP!

Alias slowly made his way to his feet, and then he watched as Andy Sharp defiantly did the same. Though it seemed ludicrous, given the history between these two, given the grand stage of End Game...it wasn’t really about them. For Andy Sharp, it was about cementing his legacy as THE face of ACW. For Alias, it was about showing that he not done yet on this stage, just because he was a Hall of Famer by no means did that mean that he was near retirement, not by a long shot. Tonight he could become the first three-time World Champion… and do something more then Max Danger, Osyrus, SilverHAWK or Andy Sharp.

It was about winning, everything else be damned.

Alias swung. Sharp ducked underneath, running to the opposite ropes. The T Dot Don Juan ricocheted off that rope and tried a jumping lariat, but Alias ducked. An uppercut from Whiskey Jack caught Sharp in the chest, doubling him over. Alias dropped an elbow into the small of Sharp's back, bringing the Sultan of Sharp-aucity down to one knee. Alias tried to knock a knee into the downed Sharp's cheek, but the World Champion rolled out of the way and popped up, spinning as he rose and catching the Soul of ACW with a spinning heel kick that sent him staggering towards the ropes.

Sharp rushed Alias, but the former two-time World Champion was ready with a back body drop. Well, kind of.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUIII!!!

Translation: SHARP LANDED ON THE ROPES AND SPRINGBOARDS BACK ONTO ALIAS WITH A TORNADO DDT!

In the ring, there was no movement. So you’ll have to wait until the End Game DVD comes out, so you can see the sequence of events. Sharp flipped end over end, thrust his feet out at the last second, bounced right off the top rope, and careened through the air back at Alias, who was unable to stop the Canadian projectile from spiking his neck into the mat with a swinging DDT for the second time in this match.

Sharp shoots a glance over to the downed Pulp Hero, huffing and puffing as he does.

The Astonishing All-Star pulled Alias up, tossing him once more at the ropes. Alias, though, hooks his elbows around the ropes. Andy Sharp advances and swings a right hand that audibly connects. He goes for a middle kick, but Alias catches his foot. Except...

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUIII!!!

Translation: Sharp cracks Alias across the head with an enziguiri, knocking him into the other ring.

Sharp climbs to the top of the nearest turnbuckle, and looks down at Alias from the top rope. He crosses himself, smearing the blood on chest as he does. Spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch. Then assuredly so the Astonishing All-Canadian leaps… except due to the damage he had taken throughout the match, not nearly as high as he had in the past.

THE ALL-STAR FROG SPLASH!

Sharp goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! NO! THE FANS ARE SHOCKED!

Alias comes up clutch, putting a boot on the rope. Sharp hangs his head, wondering what it'll take to keep the Pulp Hero's shoulders on the canvas. Alias had gotten his legs up at the absolute last second. Andy looked over at the ref who simply motioned for the two count. The fans, still shocked, now applauded in respect for Alias and Sharp simply lay on the mat in a moment of disbelief. "WHY WON'T YOU DIE?! WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO KILL YOU?!" The very angry and very emotionally charged Sharp hooked the leg once more.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT~!

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" Sharp roared. He was angry. He was pissed. The normally calm, cool and collected Champion was losing just that. But Sharp got to his feet and looked over at his opponent, who slowly got to his feet. Sharp stalked over towards Alias, and tried to grab him by his neck. All he got was a heavy as all hell bum-rush into the nearest turnbuckle with a loud crash on impact.

Alias brought Sharp into a standing position and reached around his neck. He got under the right arm of Brandon and tossed him upward and over with an old classic… belly to belly suplex.

PULPED~!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUIII!!!

The crowd… where nostalgic… if nothing else. Alias fell over on top of Andy Sharp and Irwonsen counted.

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER~!

Alias now played the role of dejected. Alias punched the mat as saw Sharp tried his best to get to his feet. Alias didn't know many men who could take this much abuse, the kind of abuse that HE could, but he was willing to mark Sharp’s toughness high after this match. Higher then he ever would have before tonight. The two were now on their feet, and Sharp started the combat. He laced a strong right handed jab into the face of Alias, then swung his arm as if it was dead weight. Alias went to his right knee, but he stood up all the way, and simply nailed Sharp with a stiff right handed punch. The World Champion went to a knee, before standing up and nailing Alias again with a right hand. Alias went to both knees this time before getting up. He smirked.

Smirked.

And danced on the balls of his feet like Ali.

"Come on Andy...that the best you got? Don’t be a bitch. KILL ME!"

Alias was at the point of insanity. He was at the point of passing out. But Andy's anger got the better of him. He charged.

Headbutt.

Shotgun Knee Strike.

Andy Sharp was on his ass.

Alias grabbed the right arm of the ACW World Champion.

He locked his legs behind Sharp and applied the armlock and chinlock, and the crowd brought there wide-eyed rumble into a wonderful roar.

ANARCHY’S LULLABY~!

The Montreal crowd literally exploded.

Sharp yelled in pain as the ref quickly began to check on the Champion. He had gone far, but the punishment was too much. He gritted his teeth, blood now showing up on his pearly whites. The tension on his shoulder, back, and neck was just beyond description.

Alias wrenched as much as he could. A young Andrew Sharp roared in pain. He was close to the ropes.

He could look, but not touch.

Such as it was, to cementing his all-time legacy within ACW.

Such as it was.

Sharp knew it. But he couldn't get over it. And the pain became more than he could ever bear. He tried to budge but he couldn't. Alias was ruthless. "TAP...TAP...TAP!"

The crowd was screaming the same, but more in the name of mercy.

What these men had pulled and pushed each other through, over the years. Almost indirectly, with bigger ideas in there heads and the other man in periphery had reached a sudden focal point.

This point was the beginning of something.

After over a minute in the hold, Andy couldn't do it anymore.

TAP.

TAP.

TAP.

This point wasn’t an end game, for those who didn’t want it to be. No, instead it was the dawn of a new Golden Age for the heart and soul of ACW. For the first time in Alias, there was a three-time World Champion. The crowd exploded with the loudest pop of the night so far as Alias instantly let go of the submission hold. Sharp and Sheffield had been through complete hell tonight. Sharp tried his best. Alias had beaten him.

The golden belt, with the brown leather strap, that rose and fell on the Pulp Hero’s chest… with each shallow breath… signified just that.

Alias closed his eyes, and clutched at the gold for a moment. The night wasn’t over.

The End Game still lay ahead for all of ACW.

WINNER: Alias via submission; AND NEW ACW WORLD CHAMPION

The All-Star Championship Wrestling Hall of Fame Inducts CHARLES DUNN and JAMES BOYD

This time SilverHAWK was out already... as the lights dimmed even lower.

"We are all here tonight because of two men, and those men are Charles Dunn and James Boyd."

Both of their faces lit up the ACW screen.

"These two men will go down in history of the Architects of ACW, and therefore they will be passed into the Hall of Fame. Architects are men who mould this company into what it is today, and both of these men being the founders of the company sure as hell had a huge price to pay in taking part. Unfortunately Charles lost his life tragically in 2004 and obviously cannot be with us, and James cannot be with us tonight either for health reasons... but I now stand before you and ask you to get up from your seats and give both of these men the ovation they deserve.

And so they did.

Every man, women and child got to their feet and applauded the two founding fathers of ACW.

Then the noise grew louder.

And louder...

Until it was piercing SilverHAWKs eardrums.

"Aaron son..."

HAWK turned around to see a limping James Boyd come out from the back.

"Help an old man to that podium."

SilverHAWK was in shock and awe but did so, as one of the founding fathers of ACW had returned for the evening.

"Shh..."

They did so.

"Dunn would be proud of what this place has become Aaron... and you wanna know why?

It's because of you of course. You are the main reason ACW is still around today. Men have come with their dollars and their cents and they didn't have a clue what to do with it, but with you in the helm, these men have got their dollars and their cents back, and they also have a federation to call their own."

HAWK sheepishly bowed his head.

"You've sacrificed a lot for this place... your family... your health even, and because of those reasons that is why the Roy Boys made a surprise flight to my home to make you the third Architect in ACW."

SilverHAWKs face was now beside Dunn and Boyd on the screen as he looked up with a tear in his eye.

"HAWK my boy... this place is here because of you, now accept your moment."

Dunn took a step back and left HAWK to give his ACCEPTANCE speech.

"Wow..."

SILVER-HAWK

SILVER-HAWK

SILVER-HAWK

SILVER-HAWK

SILVER-HAWK

"Wow..."

SILVER-HAWK

SILVER-HAWK

SILVER-HAWK

"Okay... I never thought I'd see Boyd in here again guys this is big enough for me. I've never asked for anything in return in being involved here, apart from the guys in the back giving you a God damn good show. Are they doing that so far?"

POP.

"Then my job is done."

HAWK took his award and lifted it in the air.

"This is to Dunn. This is to everyone who has spilled blood on that canvas and this is to everyone who still has to.

Tonight we become Legends.

Tonight ACW takes it's rightful place back on the top.

End Game is just the beginning Canada.

I'll see you in 2010!!!"

The Architects of ACW: Charles Dunn, James Boyd and Aaron 'SilverHAWK' Jones.

END GAME 2009

So the time had come yet again, for thirty men and women to battle it out in front of an ACW crowd and try to become the End Game Winner 2009. Four years ago it was Seymour Almasy that won the maiden match of its kind, even though ACW did have an End Game PPV years prior, the brainchild match of SilverHAWK didn’t feature until 2005.

That match would go down in history as one of the most intensely fought matches in ACW history, spanning the entire globe of talent it seen former World Champions go against debutants, and it also showed the skills of some of the craziest fuckers ever to enter the ring.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THE FINAL BOUT OF THE EVENING, IS THE END GAME MATCH!...THIRTY COMPETITORS WILL FIGHT IT OUT FOR A CHANCE AT THE CURRENT ACW WORLD CHAMPION! PLEASE WELCOME, CONTESTANT NUMBER ONE!"

JESSE RAMEY

ENTER THEME MUSIC HERE. After unsuccessfully going one on one against the Midnight Cowboy earlier in the show, it was Jesse Ramey who was to face the daunting task of being picked as number one in the End Game match. Watching to the ring he looked rather glum at his chances for the evening, but that wouldn’t stop him trying.

TIM SHIPLEY

“Astral Conversations with Toulouse Lautrec” then hit the ACW-Arena as Tim Shipley began walking down to the ring. The High Octane LSD Champion walked to the ring with his knee heavily bandaged, but the Englishman wouldn’t let that cause him any problems as he skipped up into the ring, both men now circling each other.

There were a total of four referees standing on the outside of the ring apron, as two men now stood on the canvas.

The fans got to their feet.

They all clicked their cameras as the match was due to begin.

DING DING.

And so it did.

Shipley and Ramey immediately locked up as both men wanted to milk their moment for all they could, Ramey driving his knee into Shipley’s ribcage before tossing him into the corner. He whipped Shipley to the other side and followed up with a big clothesline, only for the Brit to dive out of the way and retaliate with a clothesline.

Ramey popped up quick.

But he was soon backing down.

He popped up again.

But once again a clothesline put him on the mat.

Both men caught their breath as Shipley pulled Ramey to his feet and headbutts Ramey in the forehead before striking him with a hard right hand.

The End Game match was a frantic affair.

There was no pussy countdown in this match.

Want to know why?

We couldn’t afford the graphic.

None the less, number three was just about to enter the stage.

SELBY O’BRIEN

One half of the SOBs ran towards the ring to enter the war, and just as he did Shipley clocked him with a hard right hand which left him flat out on the deck, but that wasn’t before Ramey smashed Shipley in the face with a dropkick and then proceeded to stomp on the scampering SOB.
It was now beginning to get a bit chaotic, and there were only three men in the ring. Shipley took a seat in the corner while Ramey pulled the SOB#1 to one side and started laying into him with right hands.

The fans counted with him.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

And then they took their attention to the side of the ring, as the next contestant joined the fray.

NOAH HANSON

Wearing a rather large UCWA t-shirt, Noah Hanson began walking down to the ring, stretching his neck and looking into the ring at what was before him. As Ramey was battling with Selby and Shipley was having his first break for the night.

Hanson slid into the ring and moved towards Ramey, only to help him as both men began to batter lumps out of that poor SOB.

Not really.

But four hard right hands later followed by a big haymaker meant that Selby O’Brien was eliminated from the End Game as he clattered onto the mats below to a roar from the fans.
It only took a minute before Hanson and Ramey both turned on each other though, and it quickly turned into a three-way, and not even the good kind, as Shipley joined in on the fun.

There were punches.

There were kicks.

There was even some sort of ninja chop.

Twelve seconds later and it was Ramey who was on the mat, in the corner as Shipley held Noah Hanson in a headlock and made sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

“First it Giveth” by Queens of the Stone Age.

ICEMAN

And he was EVEN MORE pissed off than usual.

After losing his Scorpion Title earlier in the night, Iceman was baying for blood. He sprinted to the ring and soon made his presence known by kicking out at Jesse Ramey who was on the canvas, as the other two brawled at the side of the ring.

Iceman picked Ramey up, kicked him in the stomach and then hooked his arms around the latest ACW recruit, and landed an overhead belly-to-belly suplex onto the canvas, before roaring at the ACW crowd.

Who obviously booed back at him.

“FUCK YOU ACW!”

It was his way of saying ‘Hi’.

End Game was now beginning to hot up as four men now stood in the ring battling it out with one another. Iceman picked Ramey up but his eyes were off the prize as Ramey swung his arms out and began leveling Iceman with right hands to the face.

He swung him towards the ropes.

HURRICANRANNA.

The crowd were on it’s feet as Shipley and Noah Hanson were now in charge on the in ring action, a chain of at least eight moves and reversals left both men on their feet, circling each other once more.

They needed to get this out of their system… because in around ten to fifteen minutes the ring was going to be flooded with wrestlers from all over the globe. So much so that you can kiss goodbye to any fancy chain wrestling from the world best.

Speaking of which.

'Poker Face' by Lady Gaga.

CALLIE URBAN

The former FWO Cruiserweight and FWO Champion now made her way down to the ring with the biggest pop of the match so far. A contender for the End Game crowd, Urban was entering early but she definitely had the legs and the guts to last as long as possible.

Maybe even make it to the final four.

Only one way to find out.

Urban moved into the ring by walking up the ring steps and finally made it in, as more or less everyone in the ring tried to get an early piece of the action.

Three forearm smashes to Iceman put him in his place.

A savate kick left Shipley struggling.

Sole kick to Hanson.

And finally an enziguri to Ramey left him dazed and confused.

It was Ramey who she continued the battle with as Hanson stood close to the ropes, Urban thought about it, but thought it would be best to work on Ramey a little while.

NOOKIE MONSTER

He however, didn’t.

As the Nookie Monster came steaming down the ring with no backing music at all, he quickly spotted his target.

Noah Hanson.

Tangling.

There for the taking.

And he took him… and uh, himself two.

Both men toppled over the top rope, Nookie Monster actually hit the ground first such was the fucking speed he was going at! Quickly followed by Hanson, we had our second and third elimination of the night.

Pay attention folks.

This was just getting started.

"Empire" by Chimaira.

SHARC

Possibly one of the dark horses of the match, Sharc wondered into the ring, bringing doom and rage down to the ring with him.

As he entered the ring he quickly picked his target and got to work on Iceman of all people… but he wasn’t the next man (or women) to be eliminated.

Sharc was always aware of Shipley’s presence behind him, so as he moved himself and Iceman closer to the ring ropes, all he had to do was duck… and watch Tim Shipley go over the top rope with a little help from Sharc's right hand around his neck of course.

The pace was now increasing and the ACW fans in the arena had to keep their eye on the proceedings because things were happening thick and fast.

Such as the next entrant.

“Cocky” by Kid Rock.

CHRIS MOLIANO

The now FORMER Spirit of ACW Champion made his way, slightly gingerly to the ring which was now filled with four competitors who seemed happy to swap about fighting until the next man or women arrived.

Sharc was going one on one with Callie Urban as Jesse Ramey and Iceman traded blows in the corner and as Moliano jumped into the ring, he went towards Iceman, as both Ramey and he began to double team the former Scorpion Fighting Champion.

You would have thought with both men LOSING their titles on the same night they might have been ok with working together.

Fuck that.

Moliano was standing by as Ramey whipped and dragged Iceman’s neck so that he was lying flat on the canvas before Moliano landed a big time knee drop onto Iceman’s forehead.

He swore in pain… obviously.

And as the next person was due to come in, Callie Urban dangled over the top rope as Sharc began to dominate proceedings.

No music.

EL TIGRE BLANCO

With not much known about the Mexican, there was not much of a reaction from the ACW faithful, but they did cheer as he sprinted to the ring and smashed Sharc in the back of the head with a springboard drop kick which freed Urban from his grasp.

Sharc was up quickly and got straight into El Tigre Blanco’s face, only to find his legs swept from under him and then a front flip guillotine leg drop smashed against his wind pipe.

The action was starting to hot up.

Urban, clearly not happy about Sharc’s performance prior, got a hold of both of his legs and turned him around into a Boston crab with Sharc screaming in pain.

He had nowhere to go however.

There were no rules.

No tap outs.

No pins.

Over the top rope was his only escape.

With Iceman down, it was now Ramey and Moliano who traded right hands in the corner, Moliano getting the better of the two and now had Ramey in the corner.

'Ain't No Rest for the Wicked' by Cage the Elephants.

KODIAK VIC CREED

He sure has a new entrance theme

Whoops.

SPIKE SAUNDERS

The FWO star and fellow member of the Truth with Callie Urban made his way to the ring and started clearing house.

Right hand to Blanco.

A hard chop to Moliano.

A big boot to the face of Ramey.

Then he looked over at Urban.

And left her be.

Until Blanco came back at him.

Saunders ducked a clothesline from the Mexican and ran Blanco to the ropes so hard he went over, before clutching the top one with all he could to safe himself in the End Game match. Blanco was no on the canvas and had managed to get himself back into the ring but Saunders didn’t give up with hard kicks to the stomach.

Callie Urban got to her feet as Sharc could no longer feel his as the next person entered.

‘Dirty Window’ by Metallica.

KHRISTAIN KELLER

The former ACW World Champion who had been seen earlier in the night marched his way to the ring with a fucking bad look on his face… and as he got in he was quickly jumped by Callie Urban.

Right hand and a chop by Urban.

Right hand and a skull fuck by Keller left the FWO star reeling.

Kick to the stomach and then a DDT later left her on the mat.

Keller spat in Sharc’s direction as if to mark his territory before taking Spike Saunders by the backside, and launching him over the top rope.

He was out.

Blanco was happy.

It seemed like Jesse Ramey wasn’t though, because he was the one to smash down K2 as he flattened him with a reverse bulldog. Keller held the back of his neck as Iceman was about to challenge Ramey from behind, only to be stopped by Callie Urban.

Three chops later and Iceman was on the brink.

Three steps back and a clothesline later and Iceman was out of the match.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.”

Yeah it was definitely him.

And now it was time for the next contestant.

‘Velocity Shift’ by Overseer

KARINA WOLFDENDEN

The better looking half of Vox Nihili now walked to the ring with one man in her sights.

Keller.

Both of them had a small running into during Keller’s second, and short lived, time in the FWO and now it was time for payback.

K-Wolf jumped into the ring as Ramey let the multiple FWO Tag Team Champion past with the right of passage. Keller looked up and seen the venom in her face and knew he was in for a tough time of it.

That he was.

Double knee to the chest from K-Wolf then set her up for an inverted lung-blower.

As K-Wolf set about K2, Ramey and Blanco went one on one in the middle of the ring while Callie Urban still had the better of Sharc.

What’s that you say?

Who is next?

Well.

"Ain't No Rest For The Wicked" by Cage the Elephant

JADE ARGENT

The Australian Opportunist who had earlier fought in the Spirit of ACW title match was due to hit the End Game match for the first time in his career… only… he didn’t.

As the music played nobody came out.

And as the competitors in the ring raged war upon each other it became abundantly clear that Argent had had enough of ACW it seemed.

And by not showing up, it meant he was eliminated.

With four of the six people in the ring down, it was Ramey and Blanco who was the main feature of the match. Ramey, having wrestled earlier I the evening, was giving a good account for himself as he battled with right hands against Blanco, but a quick poke to the eyes followed by a swift knee left Ramey reeling near the ropes.

Ramey faltered close to the ring steps.

Blanco tried to take his chance, but couldn’t get Ramey all the way over.

It was a classic WWE Royal Rumble struggle as Ramey held on as Blanco pushed him over by the chin, neither man really moving but looking like they were trying with all their might.

Suddenly the fans started to make noise.

There was a new entrant.

No theme tune, just a name on the big screen.

EL HOMBRE SIN NOMBRE

To say this man looked weird would be an understatement.

All black mask with eye ports and nostril ports.

No mouth opening.

Silver Phoenix on the back of the mask.

The mask went down to his chest and covered his whole neck.

Long sleeve black "Under-armour" styled shirt.

Fingerless black gloves.

Black shorts that go down to mid thigh.

Glossy Black boots and knee pads.

He more or less looked like a gimp version of MVP.

And the gimp MVP made a quite entrance.

A large forearm strike sent both Ramey and Blanco over the top rope in a heap… and El Hombre Sin Nombre went with them! Under the bottom rope obviously, and began to fuck things up.

How exactly?

By throwing two steel chairs into the equation.

He launched both into the ring and then got back inside as Sharc was now getting the better of Callie Urban. He seen the steel chair in the middle of the ring and immediately picked it up.

Swing.

And a miss.

K-Wolf.

Starbuck swept Sharc’s legs and left him in a heap as she then turned around and looked at Keller once again, he was smiling.

“What the…”

SMASH

El Hombre Sin Nombre rattled K-Wolf in the side of the head with the steel chair and then stood over her, watching. Callie Urban watched it all and immediately jumped El Hombre Sin Nombre and took him down with a spear, it was all getting a little chaotic.

Two men now stood in the middle of the ring.

Sharc.

Keller.

“Look who it is… thought our goons would have fucked you up last week.”

Keller smiled.

“Like you got butt-fucked earlier tonight? Don’t think so pal.”

In the middle of them was one steel chair and inside the ACW-Arena was like the Wild West.
Sharc moved first, and got his hand on the metal once again, only for Keller to rest his foot on the seat. Sharc looked up, and watched as Keller’s knee skull fucked him into the corner of the ring.

With chair in hand Keller now picked his target.

SMACK

K-Wolf.

“Fucking bitch.”

Before moving on to the other side of the ring.

"ALL ABOARD~! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA..."

HIGH FLYER

The crowd got out of its fucking seat for the former FWO World Champion, and another man who took part in the 100th Edition of Courage, way back when.

Flyer was not about to sprint into the ring however, instead he stood at the top of the ramp and waved a piece of paper in his hand and a microphone.

“I think you’ll find that at the very first ACW show in this arena… there was one seat empty.”

High Flyer was an ACW-Shareholder.

The fans cheered.

He was one of them.

Inside the ring, everyone watched on as Flyer made his way to the ring… and he wasn’t the only one. Coming through the crowd stood another man that the fans deemed to be one of them.

The Hero of ACW.

And the CHAMPION.

ALIAS.

This match was to present him with a number one contender, but it seemed he had something else on his mind as he traveled down through the crowd and stood at ringside, checking to see if K-Wolf was ok.

A few people saw this.

The first was Keller, but he just shrugged and watched as Flyer stood on the outside, waiting for his chance to enter the ring. The other was Callie Urban who was now off of El Hombre Sin Nombre but began tussling with Sharc in the opposite corner of the ring.

El Hombre Sin Nombre was the one who took the most interest in this.

But it wasn’t with K-Wolf… no.

It was with Alias.

El Hombre Sin Nombre got to his feet and moved over to K-Wolf just as High Flyer entered the ring and began to battle with Keller, both men who had been rumoured to tussle in the FWO but didn’t ever get the chance.

But before that.

No music.. Just…

COREY THOMPSON

As Thompson entered the fray, El Hombre Sin Nombre now had K-Wolf in his hands, and was presenting her to Alias in some kind of ancient caveman ritual… but in what must have been a hiccup in the system, another competitor came out to the ring.

JOHN SARSGAARD

It was now happening thick and fast in the ACW Arena as everyone watched Nombre launch K-Wolf over to the top rope, only for Alias to catch his FWO Tag Team partner and gently get her on her feet.

“What the fuck is your problem?!?” Alias cried.

Sombre answered.

He ran across to the opposite side of the ring and then sprinted over to the ropes.

Suicide Dive, OVER the TOP rope and straight into Alias and K-Wolf.

The place went crazy.

In the chaos is also seemed that both of the new guys found themselves on the canvas. As soon as Sarsgaard entered the ring he was clotheslined over it, landing at the feet of High Flyer who then looked up at a smiling Keller.

“Get the fuck in the ring.”

Thompson was eliminated by Sharc, who had managed to wriggle free of his captor. There once again stood three warriors in the ring, but it was on the canvas that most people had their interest. Nombre was now battling two on one with Alias and K-Wolf, and winning, while High Flyer made his move, entering the ring and ducking a big time right hand from Keller before spearing K2 to the ground and pounding him with right hands.

The place was alive again.

Just as the next competitor was about to enter the fray.

‘SUPERSTAR’ VINCE JACOBS

Oh yes.

The time had come once again for SVJ to make his long awaited return to ACW and as he swaggered down to the ring you could see the mixture of reactions.

One half hated the bastard.

One half shat themselves that they had returned.

Some looked to Alias, long time enemies in this house, but those wars were now firmly in the past, instead SVJ ducked into the ring and went straight for one man.

High Flyer.

SVJ took Flyer out from behind as he left Keller in a heap in the ring.

And it didn’t leave long for the next two competitors… but let me speed this up for you.

MR WRESTLING PI.

He entered.

He got smashed the fuck about by Sharc, and he got eliminated.

SHEAMUS O’BRIEN

He entered.

He got technically whooped by Callie Urban and then he got knocked the fuck out.

So who was next?

J. LESLIE VOSS

Well he entered, but didn’t get his ass whooped.

The tides had now turned as Alias and K-Wolf battled a resilient Nombre up the steps to the exit on the outside. Keller and Callie Urban were now going as it as SVJ and High Flyer were busy on the other side of the ring.

This left Sharc to welcome Voss, and he did with a headbutt and a kick to the stomach before DDT’ing him into the canvas.

“Welcome…”

However that welcome didn’t last very long as the NEXT person was coming in.

Are we running late or something

DAWN MCGILL

The High Octane Wrestling star entered the ring in what must have been the biggest female contingency of entrants in ACW in its history.

McGill battled with Sharc as they both exchanged right hands before Voss entered the battle, a big time clothesline to both left them flat on the canvas as noise came from upstairs again. K-Wolf this time battered Sombre with a steel chair caused some excitement in the upper tier of the arena.

And then there was…

KATI

Another ACW star was about to enter the ring as it was filling up to it’s biggest in the match so far, eight superstars.

It was around this time that Keller and Vince Jacobs both got to their feet in the middle of the ring and began to knock living hell out of each other. Jacobs whipped Keller to the ropes and monkey flipped him to the other side of the ring, where Dawn McGill landed a perfect elbow drop to his Adams apple, only for SVJ to take offence and begin a battle with McGill.

Kati and High Flyer were stuck in another corner now as the ring began to get a little chaotic.
Speaking of chaos…

OMEGA

The ring was definitely looking a little too cluttered, so it needed someone to come in and clean up a little, and that’s what Omega definitely did do.

Omega came into the ring and immediately targets anything that moved.

J. Leslie Voss was the first to go as Omega rammed him out of the ring and left him on the outside wondering what the fuck had just happened.

Dawn McGill was next, clothesline from hell for standing too close to the ropes when Omega spotted her in the corner of his eye.

Kati was the next to go, but not by Omega, such was the activity in the ring and the amount of bodies flying everywhere, Kati was not on guard as Sharc launched his foe over the top rope and onto the outside.

But as Sharc looked to the outside, he was soon going to be the joining Kati as Omega took Sharc by the neck and launched him over to the top rope and onto the canvas.

As all that was happening…

‘OBJECTION’

LLB

The law was now on his way into an ACW ring as five men now waited for him.

We were now down to the final ten.

LLB entered the ring and immediately took down Omega with a bulldog, but Omega was quick to get up even though he had been through a War earlier in the evening… but as LLB and Omega had the floor the fans were suddenly witnessing Callie Urban launched over the top rope, as Vince Jacobs got to his feet with a sneer, eliminating his fellow FWO employee.

Then a three-way commenced (not the good kind) between Keller, Jacobs and High Flyer. It seemed that Flyer and Keller began to work together as they tried to push Jacobs over the top rope.

Number 27 was…

TREY VINCENT.

After being unsuccessful earlier in the evening TV was now on his way to the ring, but he wasn’t even in his ring gear. Instead he trooped up in a pair of cords and a turtleneck jumper and flashed his smile to the crowd… as he then stood outside of the ring, watching in.

Keller was the first to spot this as the referees began to tell him to try and get in the ring.

TV wasn’t having it.

So instead he watched as Vince Jacobs was on the edge of elimination and LLB and Omega battled in the centre of the ring for a little bit of supremacy in the match.

“Ahem…”

TV now had a microphone.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what you all think… but I’m not competing in this pissing contest when I clearly have the biggest dong. I’ve got bigger plans.”

TV dropped the mic and slid into the ring cagily… before climbing the top rope and eliminated himself… he stood on the mat for a while and took in the adulation (or shall we say the tons of garbage being thrown at him).

And while he stood on the canvas… High Flyer left his position on the side of the ring and dropkicked TV in the back of the head for good measure.

Now he really was out.

And only three more remained to enter.

‘GHETTO SUPERSTAR…’

SHAWN JESSICA HART

SJH was now in ACW.

Yeah you read that right muthafuckas.

Hart was escorted by Felicia, his sister and walked to the ring in a giant fur coat and glasses as he walked to the ring… and then got in it with them all still on!

Keller was the first to have a go.

“Stop!”

Hart held his hand out and looked at Keller, before going into his pocket and pulling out a small tube of toothpaste.

“Ok…”

Keller looked confused.

Hart chopped the tube of toothpaste directly into Keller’s direction!

TOOTH PASTE IN THE EYE!

Hart whipped off his coat as attackers came from all directions. He knocked Jacobs down with a hard chop and fended off LLB with two big time right hands before drop kicking Omega in the face.

IN THE FACE!

Yeah.

With only two men to go… it was clear who would be next.

‘IT’S AMAZINNNNG.’

MAX FUCKIN’ DANGER… had returned.

Standing at the top of the ramp he stood, hands on hips looking out at the crowd as far as the eye could see.

He was back.

The main man.

The main fucking reason wrestling was as good as it was today.

CRASH

The crowd watched as Sombre was slammed through a table on the ringside by Alias as their battle was finally over.

Ruining Dangers entrance, he didn’t care, as he sprinted to the ring and sharply got inside.

Danger looked around as he seen mere wrestlers in his presence… waiting to be eliminated by his hand and by his hand only, for he was the King of ACW.

The Future Hall of Famer.

“Hi…”

Hart.

Pushed to the chest.

Clothesline.

Danger was OUT.

The arena stood in shock as Max Danger felt his head as a large bump began to grow from the fall. He was out of the End Game match before he had even begun and his return to the ACW Arena was now over.

He turned around… and plodded his way back to the entrance.

But the action continued!

High Flyer was now all over a fallen Khristain Keller as both men looked for a breather. LLB and Omega were still going with their on-off fight in the centre of the ring.

Omega caught LLB with two hard right hands and then threw him to the ring.

LLB was out.

Jacobs got to his feet as it was HE who pulled the top rope down and left LLB with nothing but the canvas to eat as the final entrant was now about to enter.

Wonder who it might be?

MIDNIGHT COWBOY.

As MC passed Danger on the entrance, he was now the last remaining competitor to enter the End Game match… and as he got into the ring the bell rang to make sure all of the men inside it knew that this was now their chance.

As Flyer mounted Keller with right hands, he soon had company, as Vince Jacobs pulled Flyer by the hair and shoved him into the corner. Three hard elbows later and Flyer was across the other side of the ring in the flash as Jacobs motored in his direction with a big right hand.

Flyer shimmied out of the way and then had Keller in his face.

COLD SNOW

The elevated DDT left Keller’s skull crushed onto the mat, and as Flyer turned around he was caught by Jacobs and a big right hand.

It seemed though, that Hart had been a busy boy.

He had been outside of the ring and pulled a steel chair into the mix. Add that to the fact that he STILL had his shades on; Hart was indeed walking a tightrope.

Midnight Cowboy had Omega for company at the side of the ring, and that left Hart with a decision.

Left.

Or.

Right?

Well.

He chose left.

And smashed the steel chair over Vince Jacobs head.

Jacobs staggered… and staggered.

DISCUS PUNCH

Jacobs then staggered over the top rope.

HE WAS OUT.

Then there was five.

Flyer was soon back on his feet and wondering who to compete with next. He saw both MC and Omega tied up and could only think of one thing to do.

He climbed the top rope and waited for his cue.

MOONSAULT FUCKING DROPKICK.

The arena went nuts as Flyer knocked both men out for six with the stunning aerial maneuver… the adulation of the crowd for Flyer back to his feet although he was a little groggy.

Alas his time was up.

A hand took High Flyer by the neck and launched him over the top rope, only for Flyer to catch the ropes and land on the other side of the canvas. He waved his arms around trying to regain balance but could only see his foe in his view.

Keller.

Right hand.

Right hand.

Right hand.

Flyer held on.

“Fuck this…”

SMASH

Flyer fell to the outside as Keller dropped the now broken in half steel chair to the outside, spitting in Flyers direction too… but K2 was soon set upon by SJH as a German Suplex left Keller crumbled in the middle of the ring.

Midnight Cowboy and Omega were now on their feet… the neither man was going to give up on the chance of a title shot here in ACW. Omega smashed MC in the back with a big time axe handle before slammed him into the canvas with a power bomb.

As soon as Omega was on his feet, a drop kick from Hart sent him close to the ropes. Hart smelled blood, and ran off the ropes again and hit Omega with another big time drop kick.
Omega was on the brink.

Back to the ropes.

Leap for the dropkick.

“Uh oh.”

Omega caught Hart in mid-air and then turned 180 degrees… Hart smashed Omega as hard as he could with everything he could but it didn’t matter, as Omega dropped Hart over the top rope.

Only for the Phenom to catch the second rope and only touch the mat with one foot!

Hart held on but Omega was close, he drew back his fist for a big time right hand and then stopped.

“No way boy…”

Midnight Cowboy grabbed Omega by the arm, wrapped him around his shoulders and then fireman carried Omega over to the top rope, with Hart still handing on by a thread.

Omega was out.

One of the three men now left in would become the winner of End Game 2009.

Midnight Cowboy looked down at Hart… Hart looked back at him, it was every man for himself.
Cowboy put his foot under the Phenom's ribcage and began to push with all he could muster, but his attention was brought to something else.

Harts eyes.

They enlarged as MC smelt danger, and not of the Max kind, but he couldn’t do anything.

As Keller charged from the other side of the ring MC knew he was out, relegated to a change at the Scorpion Title.

But not all was what it seemed.

As Cowboy turned around it gave Hart a big enough gap to get his hand that little bit higher as he tugged down on the top rope.

Keller threw his arm out waiting for it to meet the face of Midnight Cowboy, only to realize just what was about to happen to him and the latest ACW recruit.

Keller connected with Cowboy.

Cowboy went over.

Keller couldn’t stop himself as the top rope was lowered.

Keller followed.

BUMP

Both men hit the floor at the exact same time as the referees argued on the outside… but that wasn’t the main story.

On the side of the ring now lay the winner of End Game 2009.

"Ghetto Supastar" by Pras ft. ODB and Mya

SHAWN JESSICA HART

WINNER: Shawn Jessica Hart

Things Just Got (EVEN MORE) Interesting

The dust had settled, the smoke had cleared, and END GAME was in the books. A veritable cavalcade of stars had come out of the woodwork for a shot at the grandest prize in all of ACW, but in the end... HART reigned supreme!

With "Ghetto Supastar' blaring in the background and the fans still on their collective feet, the Prime Minister of Gettin' Sinister was joined in the ring by his sister, FELICIA, with a guest appearance by JON KATZ JR., to celebrate his debut victory. As was his custom, SJH quickly found a microphone, followed by the hard camera, and with a devilish grin draped across his face, he spoke...

"Heh... to kick off the year that was 2009, I took out Trey Vincent and became the JIGGIEST CHAMPION the Legacy had ever seen!"

He shook his head, as if in disbelief.

"One year later, I'm set like a jet to become a REPEAT OFFENDER in All-Star Championship Wrestling!"

SJH raised his arms victoriously, prompting the crowd to resume their mighty roar.

"I know, I know... I'm not the kind of guy all you 'rasslin purists would peg to pull down the strap, but the steak n' eggs of the situation is that, LIKE IT OR NOT... I'm TIGHTER than J-Lo's bodysuit, slammin' HARDER than her bulbous ass, and rocking out with my COCK-THING out! So despite the best efforts of every two-bit JACKHOLE AC-Dub could sign up for this match, here I stand... the TOP of the crop, the HIGHLIGHT of the night, and NUMBAH ONE CONTENDER to the biggest belt you boys have to offer!"

Felicia and JKJ can't help but applaud their brother-in-arms.

"What can I say? Ya try to go over... yer gonna go UNDER! And in 2010, be it Alias, Max Danger, or whoever else has the gall, the AUDACITY.. to stray into my cross-hairs, that's where the lot of you are gonna be! Down for the count and out like a light bulb!"

He nodded his head with self-approval.

"Heh, I guess what I'm really trying to say is ACW - meet the man who's gonna whip your ass into shape!"

The arena is reignited.

"The PHENOM has left the building!"

And then the guitar riff cut him off.

"The so-called PHENOM..."

Hey, everybody! Soundgarden's reuniting to end End Game! FUCKING AWESOME!

"...will be doing nothing of the sort."

As "My Wave" started to kick in, the spotlights roamed the arena, looking into skyboxes and cheap seats alike. Chris Cornell instructing a highly confused End Game winner to share, if it makes him sleep, if it sets him free, if it helps him breathe.

Suddenly the fog parted, as the spotlights hit the top of the rampway. The cameras zoomed in.

His green eyes didn't blink.

His hair barely even whistled from the all the catcalls and HOLY SHIT!s being yelled out in the audience.

His hands remained in his pockets, and he looked out over the arena and jeered them all.

Shawn Jessica Hart knew this man without knowing this man.

This man who didn't move.

This man who didn't blink.

This man who fixed his gaze on him and made the international symbol around his waist for Actually-I'LL-Be-Having-That-World-Championship-Thank-You-Ever-So-Much.

Shawn Jessica Hart?

Meet Keith Scott Zimmerman.

And with the sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiightest hint of the MILESwide grin starting to creep over the faces of the (former?) fWo World Heavyweight Champion, and a look of stunned shock on the face of the End Game winner, the Phenom...

...End Game...

...did just that.