HL: “Our next match is a Six Woman Elimination Match and it is for the ACW World Women's Title!”


MS: “Oh boy I'm really looking forward to this one! Six hot ladies all trying to brutalize each other in pursuit of the top honor in their division! Its every man's fantasy!”


RJ: “You realize that one of those women is Snake's wife, you saw what Carnage said to Snake over Dahlia, and I'm pretty sure Sammi Summers has extra beanbags for that shotgun...let alone how Voland is about his girlfriend and sister, and Chris Vaude is not a little man.”


MS: “See? Look at all the men that agree!”


RJ: “You're insane.”


::Evanescence's Missing comes over the PA without words at first, as the stage went dark and the purple glow of blacklights came up. The curtain shifts and then Dahlia is there, though before she steps out fully exposed the lights come up and you can see Carnage behind her. Still showing against her pale skin are the marks of her earlier run-in with Snake, and Carnage whispers to her and pats her hair soothingly.::


“Please, please forgive me,

But I won't be home again.

Maybe someday you'll look up,

And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:

Isn't something missing?...”


RJ: “I'm surprised that she's still going to compete in this match considering what happened when she ran into your personal hero, Mitchell.”


MS: “Poor Dahlia, she's a rare and precious orchid, someone that delicate should be protected so she doesn't have accidents like that happen to her!”


::He holds out his arm, pointing towards the stage and he escorts her down the ramp while she almost skips to get to the ring. Her dark hair goes every-which way, her green eyes staring and wild, as if she can't really see what's in front of her until she gets to the ring. Carnage lifts her up at the hips, setting her on the apron as she does a full splits, a fast grin coming to her blackened lips::


HL: “From Pine Ridge Florida, standing at 5'6 and weighing in at 130 pounds, being escorted to the ring by ACW's Survivor Champion "The Guardian Angel" Carnage, she is Gothic Hot... DAHLIA!”


“Even though I'm the sacrifice,

You won't try for me, not now.

Though I'd die to know you love me,

I'm all alone.

Isn't someone missing me?


And if I bleed, I'll bleed,

Knowing you don't care.

And if I sleep just to dream of you

I'll wake without you there,

Isn't something missing?

Isn't something...”


::He then climbs up at the steps and then motions for her to enter the ring, whispering something to him that the cameras never catch but nodding at whatever the reply is as she waits for the match to start, ignoring the referee if he tries to warn her or talk to her. She has eyes only for her escort Carnage until the bell rings, and then they will lock with vicious intent onto the other ladies in the ring.::


RJ: “Accident...you really do have a skewed worldview don't you Mitchell.”


MS: “Hush, here comes the next one!”


::Twelve seconds into the opening of "Wish You Were Here" by Incubus, Brianna D'Angelo steps out onto the stage. She lifts her hands into the air to try and prompt the crowd into cheering before making her way down the ramp. Eagerly slapping hands with the fans reaching out for such attention, especially children, there is a bright smile ever-present on her face.::


HL: “From Charleston South Carolina, standing at 5'4 and weighing in at 121 pounds, she is the Golden Angel...BRIANNA D'ANGELO!”


::When she reaches the ring, she darts up the stairs and steps in between the ropes, raising her arms into the air again as she walks to the middle of the ring. Walking over to the ring ropes, she steps up on the bottom and middle strands, flashing another pretty smile for the crowd before going to her corner to await the start of the match.::


RJ: “She's just a little ray of sunshine isn't she? Look at that happy smile.”


MS: “A happy smile and a good attitude will get you a cup of coffee if you add a buck fifty to it, Robbie-O!”


::The opening drums of "Discipline" by Nine Inch Nails start up as the lights go down and the blue and neon green strobes illuminate the fog that begins pouring in. A quick flash of white strobe momentarily blinds all vision for a brief moment and once it clears Tee is standing in front of the curtain, arms raised wide with middle fingers extended and head tilted back as if in defiance to the world in general. Brian Harris appears on stage with her and wearing the Church of Anarchy shirt with its Anarchy symbol to escort Tee. After a few seconds she confidently stalks down to the ring, randomly pointing at nearby members of the crowd and making various decidedly unladylike gestures.::


RJ: “Well here comes a woman that I'm not quite sure knows how to smile...”


MS: “And you talk about me running my mouth?”


“Am I

Am I still tough enough?

Feels like I'm wearing down, down, down, down, down

Is my viciousness

Losing ground, ground, ground, ground ground?

Am I taking too much

Did I cross a line, line, line?”


HL: “From Erie, Pennsylvania, standing at 5'10 and weighing in at 146 pounds, being escorted to the ring by Brian Harris, she is the Vision of Vehemence... TEE VOLAND!”


::Reaching the ring, Tee takes her time mounting the stairs as Brian stops about halfway down the ramp and folds his arms to wait.::


“I need my role in this

Very clearly defined.”


::Stepping between the top and middle ropes, she slowly turns as she crosses the ring to climb the opposite post as the chorus kicks in to taunt the crowd before doing a backflip from the second turnbuckle at the last line.::


“I need your discipline

I need your help

I need your discipline

You know once I start I cannot help myself.”


RJ: “Well what's he waiting on?”


MS: “Are you questioning the actions of the Chief Inquisitor of the Church of Anarchy?”


RJ: “It disturbs me deeply that you remembered that.”


HL: “From Chicago Illinois, standing at 5'4 and weighing in at 125 pounds, also being escorted to the ring by Brian Harris...”


::As “Spellbound” by Lacuna Coil cues up, the arena lights come up medium strength and two large spotlights focus on the entrance at the top of the ramp. Megan strides confidently out to the middle of the pools of light, and she waves to the crowd. She is wearing black leather shorts and a tight white t-shirt along with black wrestling boots and matching Muay thai gloves, elbow and knee pads, her hair swept back in a long thick braid. Striding confidently down the ramp as a row of pyro flashes up in blue, green, and white in a strip down towards the stage Megan poses and then ignores the crowd. Brian joins her and then walks her the rest of the way down, while on the screen behind them will play pictures of Megan in her ACW matches, kickboxing, training and a few of the finishers that got her the wins she has had since she began competing.::


“Tell me who you are. I am spellbound

You cannot have this control on me

Everywhere I go I am spellbound

I will break the spell you put on me.”


HL: “She is ACW's own Firecracker... MEGAN HARRIS!”


::Megan moves up to the apron and places her hands there, pushing up on them she slides forward under the bottom rope and then pushes up, arching her back and displaying the toned muscles of her arms and the flexibility of her body as she does so. Springing up her arms lift towards the lights and she turns, waving to the crowd as her music fades and she takes her own spot in one of the far corners, that Harris smirk turned towards her opponents.::


RJ: “This was a welcome return to ACW, delightful to have Kaylyn Vaude back in competition.”


MS: “You only like her because she follows the rules now and got soft!”


RJ: “Tell someone she just got done hitting she got soft.”


MS: “Yeah, yeah, yeah. But I still liked it when she'd beat on someone with brass knuckles or a pipe!”


::The arena goes black, and purple lighting seems to be coming from every direction flashing around as the instrumental to Stone Sour's 'Made of Scars' begins to play over the Arena's PA system. ::


“This one came from looking

This one opened twice

These two seem as smooth as silk, flush against my eyes

This one needed stitches and

This one came from rings

This one isn't even there, but I feel it more because you don't care”


::As the first lyrics burst through the lights all come to face center stage where a platform raises from under the floor and Kaylyn Vaude is standing on it. Once the platform is done raising to stage level the lights go haywire again flashing every which direction. The ovation is one of cheers for the star who once more was with ACW.::


HL: “From Brooklyn New York, standing at 5'6 tall and weighing in at 120 pounds, being escorted to the ring by her husband and manager Chris Vaude, she is The Perfect Ten... KAYLYN VAUDE!”


“Yeah, Cut right into me

Yeah, Cause I am Made Of Scars

Yes I am made of scars.”


::As she moves down the ramp way Chris Vaude comes out from behind the curtain and his longer strides have him caught up with her in no time as she stopped half way down the ramp.::


“This one had it coming

This one found a vein

This one was an accident, but never gave me pain

This one was my fathers and

This one you can't see

This one had me scared to death,

But I guess I should be glad I'm not dead!”


::A smile on her face showed how glad it was to be back once more and she lifted her hand waving to the fans in the arena. Taking a deep breath she turned and gave her husband a wink before he placed a kiss on her forehead and she then dashed down the rest of the ramp way and jumped onto the apron.::


“And I will find a way

Everything you are I will betray

Oooh, I swear that I will find a way

Everything you are's inside me”


::Turning to face the stage she hooked her arms over the top rope before smirking as she flipped back and came to stand in the ring. That smile grew once more as she listened to the ovation in the stands as she returned.::


“Yeah, Cut right into me

Yeah, Cause I am made of scars

Yes, I am made of scars


That's what I'm made of!”


::As the last lyrics of the song played out, and the lighting returned to its norm, Kaylyn focuses and awaits the match to start.::


RJ: “Be that as it may, you cannot say with a straight face that Kaylyn isn't pound for pound one of the toughest ladies to ever compete in an ACW ring.”


MS: “Just hush, stop trying to make sense. Besides, you know who's next!”


::For a moment there is silence, then what sounds like a static hiss before the first swell of her first theme with ACW comes up. The lights dim except for two strong white lights towards the ACW-Tron, and the bass line of her theme has obviously been augmented to seem more like an arena-wide heartbeat, a pulse of energy to flow across the audience.::


“We kiss...the stars.

We writhe...We are...”


HL: “Now entering the ring from Dayton Ohio, wrestling out of Pismo Beach, California...standing 5'8" and weighing in at 145 pounds, she is the reigning and defending ACW World Women's Champion...the HellKat...AURORA MATTHEWS!”


::Aurora appears at the top of the ramp, and the vid behind her on the tron shows several of her more high impact spots and counters along with all of her finishers on display, starting with the Killswitch and ending with The AntiVenom. Pure white crisp strobes flash over her, lighting her up from her boots to the collar of her black leather jacket, gleaming off of the decorations she's placed on it. A soft voice breaks through the music, her voice apparently.::


Voice: “We are...”


::The white lights on the ACW-Tron go black, and for a moment there is silence again, then the music swells up louder than before on the down beat of the chorus, when the word "Cold" is sung she then takes two charging steps towards the ring, stopping to put her hands up to lift her long golden blonde hair in its tight pony-tail and letting the curls tumble down her back as the chorus pumps through the PA system. Aurora then walks with purpose towards the ring, green eyes focused and cold as she surveys the women waiting below.::


“Cold, we're so cold.

We are...so cold, we're so cold.

Cold, we're so cold.

We are...so cold, we're so cold.”


::When she hits the ring apron she jumps to grab the middle rope, using her momentum to bring her right up on the apron and then she turns to face the ramp, arms going up over her head. A slow backflip into the ring and she slips out of the jacket and flings it at one of the ring-handlers, moving to the center of the ring she lifts her arms up over her head after unsnapping the belt around her waist, holding it up to display it to the crowd as the white strobes light up above her to wash down over the ring.::


RJ: “Like her behavior outside of the ring or not, which I do not, you can't deny that this woman has made an impact during her second reign as World Women's Champion.”


MS: “The only one in denial around here is you, Robbie-Rob. Aurora Matthews was schooled in the art of ring domination by the best in the business, and her record proves it.”


::Aurora took a few moments to acknowledge the fans who are there for her, especially children or people with signs made to support her and her husband or Toxic Melody before turning her attention to the referee, handing him the title belt with an intense look on her lovely face. Brian Harris took up a spot near the corner that Tee and Megan were standing in, Chris Vaude did the same near Kaylyn and Carnage got a chair from the timekeeper and sat near the announce table, after the match he'd gone through earlier he deserved the break! The referee did a quick run down of the rules of the match and then signaled for the bell. Immediately Aurora stepped to Tee and they locked up, Tee's height giving her a bit of advantage as she turned the hold into a standing wristlock, but Aurora's agility let her counter out of that and sling the taller woman towards the ropes, hitting her with a missile dropkick as she came back on the rebound. When Tee staggered back Aurora rolled to her feet and hit her with a high kick and pulled off a legsweep DDT that took the taller woman right to the mat hard.


Before Aurora could even attempt a pin however Megan was there with one of her Muay thai moves, a down roundhouse kick that hit Aurora square in the side and then she did a forward flip over the downed pair and went towards the ropes to rebound off them intending to come back on Aurora with a swinging neckbreaker as she rose up, but Brianna joined the fray just before Megan could grab Aurora, catching her around the waist and lifted her up, using her momentum to spin them both back around and drop Megan towards the ropes. Megan barely got her hands up in time to keep her throat from striking the top rope, but still bounced off out of her own control and dropped to the mat.


As Brianna moved in on Megan, Tee kipped up to her feet only to end up on the wrong end of Kaylyn's Vectonator DDT, as the crowd went nuts cheering and screaming. Dahlia then made her presence known with a move no one had seen from her before, she leaped up onto the top turnbuckle and jumped off with a 450 senton splash that took out both Brianna and Megan, leaving all three women in a tangled heap on the mat.::


RJ: “This is insane! Who knew Dahlia could do that? And what about Brianna, Megan's not easy to manhandle that way!”


MS: “This isn't insane this is great!!”


::Being brought back down to the mat in jarring fashion wasn't enough to stop Tee however, and she used those long legs to shove Aurora back when she came at her again and scrambled to her feet just in time to sidestep the spinning heel kick aimed at her head from Kaylyn who was grinning with enjoyment. Tee grappled with Aurora and lashed out with one of those heavy-booted legs to catch Kaylyn in the gut, releasing Aurora Tee took a couple of forearm smashes until she grabbed Matthews into a tilt-a-whirl that ended with her slammed hard to the mat.


Tee quickly followed for the first pin attempt of the match but she didn't get the leg locked in and Aurora shoved her off with a twist of her hips and used that motion to bring one of her toned legs up to kick her square in the back between her shoulder blades, Tee yelling a bit with surprise at the impact. Kaylyn was quick to follow that up with a high knee to nearly the same spot with an impact that was easily heard out into the audience and Voland arched up and writhed as she fell back to the mat afterward. Megan had managed to get up then and was stalking Kaylyn when Tee sat up and Aurora launched herself for another missile dropkick, but Tee dropped down flat and the move missed. Aurora rolled back to her feet easily, barely winded thus far from the exchanges.


As Dahlia and Brianna were now rolling around on the mat exchanging chops as Brianna tried to lock on a bodyscissors, Tee rose back to her own vertical base and faced off Kaylyn after meeting Megan's eyes behind her, the pair of women engaged in a flurry of punches, Vaude peppering Tee with legal punches while Voland was using closed hands. Just as it seemed that Kaylyn might be gaining the upper hand Megan struck, hitting Kaylyn with a series of straight knee strikes to the side that had Kaylyn wincing away. Neither woman was paying attention to Aurora, who capitalized with a sharply executed half-nelson driver, slamming Megan to the mat on her back hard.::


RJ: “Tee attempted a pin but I guess you could call that Aurora kicking out with authority...”


MS: “Megan's wishing she'd left Kaylyn alone right about now!”


::As soon as Tee was off her, Kaylyn rounded on Megan pissed off, Megan rising to her feet unsteadily as Dahlia and Brianna broke apart as they were in the ropes. Dahlia dodged a spinning heel kick from the freed up Tee, catching her ankle and wrenching it hard though Tee was able to zip her to the side of the head with an enzuigiri. She didn't let Tee's leg go however, yanking her forward by it then releasing it only to get her in a front facelock, as she pivoted the 180 degrees to the three-quarter position and then dropping down to a sitting position and forcing Tee's jaw to drop down on her arm. Floating over she hooked Tee's leg as the referee dropped down for the count.::


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


HL: “Ladies and gentlemen Tee Voland has been eliminated!”


RJ: “Dahlia got her with the Dead Spin!”


MS: “Forget the precious orchid look what Kaylyn's doing!”


::Megan had managed to fight out of Kaylyn's relentless assault, shoving her down as she ran for the ropes, coming back in the springboard elevated spear she called the Firecracker Special as Kaylyn rose. But Kaylyn was a ring veteran and that sort of sixth-sense told her danger was on the way, as she turned she dodged to the side and caught Megan with a surprise belly-to-belly suplex and planted her hard on the mat. Kaylyn was quick to hook the leg and she also took Megan's left arm and put it over her head, the left arm held making it harder for Megan to try and kick out of course. The referee was just as fast to drop to count though he did have to duck past where Aurora had just Irish whipped Dahlia at the ropes.::


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


HL: “Megan Harris has been eliminated!”


RJ: “I don't know what Kaylyn calls that but I call it impressive!”


MS: “It just goes to show that even a softer, gentler Kaylyn still has the impact of a Mack Truck!”


::Brianna slid past Dahlia just as they both hit the ropes, Dahlia grabbing the top strand and one leg flung out tripping the fast rebounding Brianna. As she fell she managed to pull an impressive Pele kick out of the fall that had Dahlia sagging at the ropes, rolling to her feet slowly but smoothly Brianna turned and found herself face to face with the HellKat who had been waiting for her prey to return from the ropes.


Clearly not picky about who she caught, she dodged a clothesline from behind from a running Kaylyn and then grabbed Brianna in a quick front facelock, jumping down onto her back as she swung her long gorgeous legs forward to bend D'Angelo and she drove her down to the mat face first with a solid snap DDT. The referee was watching Dahlia and Kaylyn lock up but turned just as Aurora rolled Brianna over for the cover, and he ran to drop down and count.::


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


HL: “Brianna D'Angelo has been eliminated!”


RJ: “A good job by the lovely Swan herself, there's a girl with a future in the women's division in ACW!”


MS: “Aurora proving once again that there isn't a DDT that she doesn't like...OH what a shot by Dahlia, but Kaylyn seems to be fired up by it rather than stopped!”


::Gothic Hot had gotten The Perfect Ten with a single knee facebreaker, and while she reeled back instead of crumpling Kaylyn got good and motivated instead. The pair exchanged chops as Aurora watched, sizing them up and seeming to wait for her prime opportunity. Kaylyn went for a front kick that Dahlia caught under one arm, sweeping the planted ankle and turning her into a single-leg Boston crab. Kaylyn shouted in anger and shoved up from the mat hard with her hands, then suddenly tucking her shoulder and flipping over, sending Dahlia hurtling towards the ropes chest first.


As she rebounded back she turned, but Kaylyn had lunged up from the mat and caught her around the neck and used the momentum of both of them to spin Dahlia around with her vicious 180 degree tornado DDT. Gothic Hot hit the mat with stunning force and Kaylyn was quick to roll her over and cover, hooking the leg as the referee got down for the count.::


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


HL: “Dahlia has been eliminated!”


MS: “Noooo! Dahlia!”