ACW Adrenaline Episode Six

[Pete]

LOL that's asking for trouble, Beedz. You give me the ONE character I'm a mark for? LOL

 

[Slim]

Heh heh no markism allowed

 

[Pete]

Once you read Stevie, you'll mark out for him, too.

Best character I've EVER seen. Better than any of mine. Makes me wish I had created him.

 

[Slim]

Hmmm high expectations. Means I'ma have to be extra critical on him

 

[Pete]

Let's hope Shaun drops one of his pop-culture-reference-filled, namedrop-heavy variety RPs.

 

[BDC]

Opening Bout:
Match Type: Singles
Stipulation: N/A
Time Limit: 10 Minutes (1 RP Cap)
Tristin Stryker vs Evan Anderson
Writer/Grader: PETE


Second Bout:
Match Type: Singles
Stipulation:
Time Limit: 10 Minutes (1 RP Cap)
Eric Snow vs Junior Santino
Writer/Grader:BDC


Third Bout:Welcome to Hollywood
Match Type: Singles
Stipulation:
Time Limit: 20 Minutes (2 RP Cap)
Stevie Starr vs Aaron Asterix
Writer/Grader: SLIM


Fourth Bout:
Match Type: Fatal Four Way
Stipulation:
Time Limit: 20 Minutes (1 RP Cap)
Vampyro Lemure vs Brian Haner Jr. vs Zasalamel vs Finn MacPherson
Writer/Grader: BDC



Fifth Bout:
Match Type: Triple Threat
Stipulation:
Time Limit: 20 Minutes (2 RP Cap)
Darren Pesinger vs Markus Crimson vs Johan Johanson
Writer/Grader: BDC


Semi-Main Event:
Match Type: Singles
Stipulation: Winner gets to be a part of a handicap match vs Christopher Flair next week
Time Limit: 20 Minutes (2 RP Cap)
Cory Allen vs Drew Alexander
Writer/Grader: PETE


Main Event: So you both wanna be in the same ring all the time, eh?
Match Type: 2 on 1 Handicap
Stipulation: N/A
Time Limit: 30 Minutes (3 RP Cap per team-Chris and JMac just get together and spit it up)
SYN
vs
Christopher Flair© and John McHenry
Writer/Grader: SLIM


OK, then SLIM, PETE...look fair?

 

[Pete]

Sure. May have my work cut out for me by the look of things

 

[Slim]

Heh heh looks like a fun time.

 

[BDC]

Booyah and hoping for a big turnout! :Banana:

 

[Slim]

Yeah... maybe now I can write a full match instead of a squash

 

[BDC]

Opening Bout:
Match Type: Singles
Stipulation: N/A
Time Limit: 10 Minutes (1 RP Cap)
Tristin Stryker vs Evan Anderson
Writer/Grader: PETE


Second Bout:
Match Type: Singles
Stipulation:
Time Limit: 10 Minutes (1 RP Cap)
Eric Snow vs Junior Santino
Writer/Grader:BDC


Third Bout:Welcome to Hollywood
Match Type: Singles
Stipulation:
Time Limit: 20 Minutes (2 RP Cap)
Stevie Starr vs Aaron Asterix
Writer/Grader: SLIM


Fourth Bout:
Match Type: Fatal Four Way
Stipulation:
Time Limit: 20 Minutes (1 RP Cap)
Vampyro Lemure vs Brian Haner Jr. vs Zasalamel vs Finn MacPherson
Writer/Grader: BDC



Fifth Bout:
Match Type: Triple Threat
Stipulation:
Time Limit: 20 Minutes (2 RP Cap)
Darren Pesinger vs Markus Crimson vs Johan Johanson
Writer/Grader: BDC


Semi-Main Event:
Match Type: Singles
Stipulation: Winner gets to be a part of a handicap match vs Christopher Flair next week
Time Limit: 20 Minutes (2 RP Cap)
Cory Allen vs Drew Alexander
Writer/Grader: PETE


Main Event: So you both wanna be in the same ring all the time, eh?
Match Type: 2 on 1 Handicap
Stipulation: N/A
Time Limit: 30 Minutes (3 RP Cap per team-Chris and JMac just get together and spit it up)
SYN
vs
Christopher Flair© and John McHenry
Writer/Grader: SLIM

Looks like an easy grade for most. Petey has a couple of no shows. I PMed EVERYBODY...surprised TWA didn't drop for his new character. Hell, real surprised at the lack of reaction.
lol...once we bring on the second belt...maybe something at OVERDRIVE...it may wake them up...

OK, I will try and get mine done by Sat night/Sunday and get the new card up too.

NOTE on the MAIN EVENT

I'm thinking Flair wins, but with an assist from McHenry. McHenry blindsides Syn while he's fighting Flair. Then, as Flair gloats, McHenry pulls a finisher on him and lays him out! Then he drags Flair over on top of Syn. Just an idea I had.

 

[Slim]

I finally got my little RP in. and I do accept any and all input/thoughts for matches I'm looking at.

I'm hoping to get mine done sometime tomorrow or Sunday night as well.

 

[Slim]

I really... really... really hate to do this but I won't be able to get anything done at all until at least Monday. Today I wound up working near 10 hours and tomorrow I'll have approximately 2 free hours out of the entire day.

 

[BDC]

the weekends are really bad for you, right Slim? I know I've had one biter of a weekend timewise. I have the second bout done and some of the intro and part of the next match. Pete, you doin ok?

Maybe me and Pete can pull the slack and finish is tomorrow. And try not to put the results to the weekend from now on?

BELOW IS THE SHOW IN PROGRESS.
PETEY, DROP IN YOUR MATCHES IN THEIR APPROPRIATE PLACES.

 

[BDC]

Event: ACW Adrenaline Episode Six
Venue: Mayfield Community Center in Yonkers, New York
Attendance: 156
Date: April 6, 2012

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"Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed fills the Mayfield Community Center as the near packed house begins to yell and scream. The cameraman pans the mostly local crowd as they pander to being on camera; sticking their tongues out and flashing different signs with their hands. The signs seem more numerous than usual.

All Hail the Son of GOD!
Christopher Flair!

ACW rocks!

Your SYN will find you out, Flair!

JMAC Attack!!

Are just a few signs seen in the crowd. Suddenly, the camera slows to one particular fan wearing a I BELIEVE IN THE REVOLUTION shirt and carrying a sign that reads PWA FOREVER!

Martin Mays (off camera): An extremely vocal crowd here in Yonkers for another pulse pounding addition to the hottest ticket in indy wrestling! Welcome to this weeks ACW ADRENALINE!!

Kareem Ali (also off camera): Vocal and opinionated. What the hell is up with that one guy? I think he's at the wrong show! Somebody call security!

Martin Mays continues as the cameras cut to the commentators: Well, to each their own, Kareem! But this is ALTERNATIVE CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING and man have we got a show for you! I am, of course, Martian Mays, and my associate to my left is the ALSO vocal and opinionated, Kareem Ali!

Kareem Ali shoots Mays a look: What is THAT supposed to mean? I'm here to bring some civility and intelligence to this otherwise psychotic, mind raping experience.

Martin Mays: Wha? Civility? Intelligence? Ok, whatever you say, Kareem.

Kareem Ali: That's right, Mays. And what I say now is that we have a video feed for the people watching us via the internet. Something a little special from YOUR champion, Christopher Flair!

The cameras cut to a recorded promo

Scene opens at the Charlotte, North Carolina, at the villa of our first ever ACW Heavyweight Champion Christopher Flair. Our cameraman with Lisa Courier walks into the villa. Today, it's a big day in the world of wrestling. There are hundreds of reporters in the villa. We are about to see Christopher Flair put the ACW Heavyweight Title in the room of achievements down at the villa. Reporters are waiting at the hall when Christopher Flair appears with two ACW Championship Belts over his shoulders; One of them being a replica. Flair claps his hands to calm down the reporters. After that, he steps up on a little stage set for him. Flair corrects the microphone and he begins to speak.

Christopher Flair: Ladies and gentlemen. First of all I'd like to welcome you at my villa. You all know why we are here. Today, it's one of the most historical moments in the business of professional wrestling. Today we celebrate my 10th World Title. It is well documented that my father is one of the best wrestlers ever. He won over 30 World Titles. I'm walking in his footsteps. I'm wrestling for quite short time and I already achieved something people that are in the business for decades couldn't achieve. Today, we celebrate the greatness of Christopher Flair.
When I first stepped in a wrestling ring I knew that one time I will be standing here as THE TEN TIME WORLD CHAMPION. I worked my entire life for this moment and it feels damn good that all those endless nights in the gym really made me who I am, the ten time world heavyweight champion. Now, it's time for you questions ladies and gentlemen.


Flair points his finger at a random reporter in the crowd.

Reporter: Mr. Flair, how does it feel to be known as the youngest man in the history of Professional wrestling who was able to win 10 different world titles.

Christopher Flair: I feel like a Flair. I can't describe it any different way. When I say a name Flair the things that come into the heads of people are success, popularity and fame. So yes, I feel like a Flair.

Reporter laughs and sits down.

Flair points at another reporter who is barely able stand up; Typical little geek-looking reporter.

Reporter: Mr. Flair, lots of people were saying that the way you won your Title was cheap. We all saw John McHenry come down to the ring, perform his finishing move on Syn and he made sure you won. Comments?

Flair stares at the reporter before he reacts.

Christopher Flair: Well, I didn't see that. Therefore it doesn't count.

Reporter: Only a coward man would say that.

Christopher Flair: Did I hear a word coward? What gives you the right to call ME a coward? Aren't you just a little reporter with no talent, no money, no fame, no looks, no luck and absolutely no brain? There is only one man on this planet that has got the right to call me a coward and he's not here today. That man is none other than Ric Flair himself. If my father calls me a coward, then I am a coward. When a reporter calls me a coward he gets carried out of the building.

Guards catch the reporter and they carry him out of Flair's house.

Christopher Flair: Any other questions?

One reporter in the crowd jumps up and screams “HERE!“

Christopher Flair: Alright, shoot fella.

Reporter: Mr. Flair, sooner or later you'll have to defend you ACW Heavyweight Championship against the number one contender Syn . The question is, are you going to be normally competing every week or are you going to wrestle only on iPPVs? As the champ you have a right to choose between these two conditions.

Christopher Flair: Look, I'm a wrestler who loves his job more than anything so I'll be still wrestling as I was before I became the world champ. If Phoenix books my title match against Syn next week than I'll wrestle him for the world title next week, if she books me to fight ***** on an iPPV than I'll wrestle him there. Who knows, maybe I'll go on a tour where I'll be defending this title in other companies. I'm not scared of a competition, every time I'm offered to wrestle somebody I'm interested in then without any contract signings I'll just wrestle him and give wrestling fans what they want to see. Show me some impressive guy who wants a shot at this title and I'll wrestle him right tomorrow because that's how a good champ acts and I'm a good champ. I'm the first man to ever win the title I'm holding on my shoulder and who knows, maybe I'll carry it until this company doesn't close its doors.

Next question please.

Reporter: Here Mr. Flair!

Flair pays attention to the reporter.

Reporter: Saying that maybe you are going to be the last ACW Champion is a tough one. What gives you the right to think that way?

Christopher Flair: When I listen to you, it's obvious that you don't know the history of my title reigns. My 6th World Title reign lasted 2 years. Yea, I'm wrestling just a little time but I've been able to have a 2 year world title reign. Keep that in mind, I can bring it and keep bringing it for 2 years or more. Yeah, even more because if the company where I held my 6th world title didn't close its doors I would be still holding that title. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that ACW is closing, ACW has a very bright future, I'm just saying what I'm capable of. Next question please.

A lots of reporters stand up and wave to get to ask a question. Flair picks a good looking female reporter.

Reporter: Mr. Flair, we've seen Syn say a lot of things about you. Thoughts?

Flair smirks.

Christopher Flair: Yea, I heard a bit of it. You know, Syn's problem is that he doesn't know me. He never had a chance to know what I can do in the ring because I didn't bring my A game yet. I am one of the best wrestlers ever and sooner or later I'm going to prove it when I'll be facing him. He thinks he can dismantle me but the truth is I already dismantled him. He will always expect someone to jump him from behind and make sure I win. His mind is set like that, now the only thing I have to do as finally start wrestling. You know, I can be a nice guy inside and outside the ring but in a blink of an eye, I can become the most dangerous and tough son of a bitch you ever met in your life. All I have to do to defeat Syn is that I have to show other my other personality to the whole ACW locker room. All those motherfuckers think that they can just step in the ring with me, keep their eyes on McHenry but then POOF. They turned around and I send their teeth on a trip down their throats, just like I'm going send Syn's teeth when I meet him in the ring, eye to eye, man to a face-painted wannabe of man with the real man being me, not Syn.

Reporter sits down on his chair. Flair drinks a glass of water that has been right next to the microphone.

Christopher Flair: Ladies and gentlemen, let me take a brake and after it, I will do what you are waiting me to do.

Flair exits the little stage, walks through the curtain and he ends up in the“ backstage“. He sits down and lights up a cigar as he always does. One of his girlfriends sits on his knees, whispers something into his ear and they stand up. When they are about to disappear, Michael McAdams shows up.

Michael McAdams: Hey, isn't this the champ?

Flair turns around, smiles and gives McAdams a hug.

Christopher Flair: Wooooo, welcome my friend! As you said, the champ is here. Why are you here, man? Need some help or something?

Michael McAdams: Nope, I just wanted to see the brand new ACW World Champion so as everybody around the world.

Christopher Flair: You mad? This is not the first time you see me since I won this beauty right here.

McAdams catches his head.

Michael McAdams: Yea but I quite don't remember what went on at that party.

Christopher Flair: Which one?

Michael McAdams: Where we celebrated you victory. It seems like you don't remember more than me, do ya? Hahaha....

Christopher Flair: You know, I celebrate my victory every night. When I end up celebrating my victory, I will celebrate me reign. There are so many beautiful things that I can celebrate in my life so I guess, I won't stop celebrating until I celebrate them all.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do.

Flair walks through the curtain and enters the stage.

Christopher Flair: Ladies and gentlemen, let's go down to the bowels of this house to put the ACW Championship Title to my Room of Glory or however you'd like to call it.

Flair once again leaves the stage and he leads the way to his Room of Glory. Reporters follow Flair through the dark corridors of the villa. After 10 long minutes of walking they finally reach to place. Last time ACW cameras saw that room, we had to go through a regular door but now, there are huge platinum doors that look like a big safe. Flair steps in front of it, enters a code and it opens. Every single reporter almost suffers a heart attack like our ACW cameraman when he last time entered. Everybody takes a couple of pictures. Flair is in so asi s his servant Dean. Dean hands a microphone over to Christopher.

Christopher Flair: Ladies and gentlemen, as you know I'm here to personaly show you this place. As you can see, all the titles my and my father won are here, almost every single ring attire that we wrestled some of the most historical wrestling matches are here as well. This is the Room of Glory. This is why I am so proud of who I am. At this part of the room, there are over 30 World Titles that my father won when on the other side there are 9 World Titles that I won and I'm ready to put my when I pinned Syn 1.2.3 and won the ACW World Championship. Now it's time to put the Championship Title inside.

Flair presses a button next to the showcase and the showcase opens. It opens slowly and with light effects. Nobody knows how the effects are made. The atmosphere in the room is undescribable. Reporters are looking with their mouths open. The ACW Championship Title replica is already in the showcase. Showcase closes.

Christopher Flair: That's it. Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to congratulate you on being one of very few people that have seen this Room of Glory. This room will get closed and it will be opened once again when I win my 20th World Title and trust me, that moment will come sooner you can imagine. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to stay here for without all of those cameras and microphones. These gentlemen will show you the way out of this place.

Chris does a clap and when reporters turn around two servants are waiting for them. Everybody leaves. Flair stays in the Room of Glory. He is just standing there, looking at all of those Championship Titles. He smirks, turn around and leaves.


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vs

Trystin Stryker vs Evan Anderson
​

After the pyro and early-show excitement has died down, the bell rings to signal the start of our first match proper.

Ashley Sparxxx: This match is set for one fall!

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Ashley Sparxxx: From New York City, New York! TRISTIN STRYKER!

Tristin Stryker is the first of the two combattants to come out, and he flexes and postures cockily for the booing crowd. He then struts down to the ring, enters it via top rope, and leans against the ropes to wait for his opponent for the night.

Kareem Ali: Hey, a hometown boy!

The crowd gives him a great pop.

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Ashley Sparxxx: And his opponent, weighing in at 240 lbs, from Miami, Florida; EVAN ANDERSON!!

Soon, "Let It Rock" hits the speakers, and the second superstar emerges from the back. He begins his descent towards the ring, mocking and teasing the fans as per usual, but never reaches the apron: when he is about halfway down the ramp, a hulking figure surges from the back, chair in hand, and nails him across the shoulder blades!

As Anderson topples to the floor, the mysterious man (who stands at over 7') looms over him, as if appraising the damage. Then, deciding the heel ACW superstar could use some more damage, he hits a couple more chair shots, laying Evan Anderson out once and for all.

Throughout all of this, Stryker has been watching from the ring, his expression a mixture of puzzlement and amusement. However, when he sees the 7' monster begin to advance towards him, he cannot be fast enough in high-tailing it out of the ring. He jumps the barricade and starts to cut through the crowd, but to no avail: the newcomer easily catches up to him, yanks him in the opposite direction, then rams him against the barrier. As Stryker turns around, he is met with a chair shot, "sandwiching" his body between two steel structures and causing him to topple to the floor, just like Anderson before him.

As the unnamed hulk applies some size 12 boot stomps to the fallen superstar, for good measure, a shapely woman appears on the platform, overlooking the destruction with a smug smirk on her features. Without saying a word, she gestures to the colossus, who obediently leaves Stryker and joins her atop the platform. As they both turn, seemingly to retire backstage once more, the new man halts for a second, picks up a microphone, and says five simple words:

"That...is just the beginning!"

WINNER: No-contest

The cameras cut to Mays and Ali.

Martin Mays: Before we go into the next match, I just want to bring to the fans attention something that happened concerning Junior Santana and his brother. We have footage of an underhanded...

Kareem Ali buts in: UNDERHANDED? Nah, I think Eddy was asking for it!

Martin Mays continues while looking at Kareem in unbelief: Well, just roll the footage and let the fans determine that for themselves!

The camera cuts to recorded video footage:

To no theme at all, Junito Santana and his brother Eddy walk out to the ring to some serious heat. Junito is wearing black aviator sunglasses and a bandana and a white tank top plus black jeans with white sneakers, and Eddy wears everything like Junito, except the glasses, but only in the opposite colors of Junito's clothes. Junito has a microphone and starts talking.

Junito Santana:

Aight, chicos. This ain't good, oh no. My whole wrestling career is RUINED!

Fans boo.

This is ridiculous. I've been injured by John McHenry right on the beginning of my very path to bring the World Championship to México and there was the point when this story has stopped. No one has been such a great talent like I have been. But all of that is ruined now. Not only because of that, but because of Eddy too. This little piece of shit fucked up everything! You hear me, idiot?

Eddy looks angrily at Junito. Fans continue booing.

He did nothing to protect me as my brother! You've been a terrible crowd. Everything sucks! I'm ending my wrestling career next week. When I demolish Eric Snow. And before I go out, I have to do something.

Junito throws his glasses off. He nails Eddy with an uppercut and a lowblow. Eddy falls down. Junito keeps stomping on him and applies the Anaconda Vice on him until Eddy starts crying and screaming. Junito then starts laughing and walks off to enormous heat.

The cameras cut back to the commentators

Kareem Ali: SEE! I told you he was asking for it!

Martin Mays looks shocked: What? How in the world could you think...

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Suddenly, the crowd begins to boo; apparently angry about what they had just seen!

Kareem Ali: Hush up, Mays! Looks like our next match is about to get underway!

VS

Junior Santana vs Eric Snow

Ashley Sparxxx: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first from Mexico City, Mexico; Junito Santana!!

Junior steps out onto the stage area to a full on onslaught of heat. He stops in front of a fan with a sign that reads WHY, JUNIOR, WHY? He just shakes his head and says something apparently insulting in Spanish. After flipping the angry fan off, he runs up to the ring and jumps to the apron. Hanging on to the ropes, he looks over the crowd as if he doesn't care how they feel about him.

Martin Mays (off camera): What? Is he not going to explain himself?

Kareem jumps in (off camera): How many times have I got to say that he has nothing to explain? It was a personal family matter. I'm sure it was justified.

Junior jumps over the top rope and lands in the ring throwing his arms wide for a chorus of boos.

Incubus - Pardon Me - YouTube

As Pardon Me by INCUBUS plays, the fans light up. Junito turns and grins.

Martin Mays: Part of what Santana said was he was going to DEMOLISH Eric Snow.

Kareem Ali: Well, if I were Eric, I'd be watching myself tonight, because Junior is worked up quite a bit thanks to Eddy.

Martin Mays: Well, it looks like it's time to put his money where his mouth is!

Suddenly, the pyros go off and smoke fills the entrance area as Eric Snow comes out with his game face on. He stops at the top of the ramp and points at Junior and says something inaudible. Then, he rockets for the ring; sliding in. Junior Santana meets him as Eric comes up off the mat and the referee calls for the bell.

Junior catches Snow with a spear that sends him hitting the mat hard!

Kareem Ali: I told you! Santana is mad as hell and he's not going to take it anymore!

Martin Mays: I don't know what he has to be mad about! And what is this nonsense about John McHenry and an injury? I think Junior has lost his mind!

After putting fists to Snows head, Eric finally flips him off and gets to his feet. He goes directly to the kicks to the leg of Santana slowing the high flyer down. Santana goes for a clothesline, but Snow ducks, comes off the ropes and launches into a flying clothesline of his own!

Martin Mays: Oh, my god! Junior never saw that coming!

Before Junior can get his wits about him, Snow jumps to the second rope and launches into a leg drop that hits its target perfectly. He quickly goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THR...


Martin Mays: NO! Junior takes the long three count! That was almost it for Mexico's favorite son! And I'd be worried if I were Santana. During an interview, Snow made it clear what his intentions are.

The cameras cut to some recorded footage of an interview (for the internet fans only) as it shows the match and the interview on split screen:

We see Snow in a bar talking with a reporter.

Snow: I'm not going anywhere so you don't need to worry about that, I just needed a break and some time to figure out who the hell I am. My pops had me walking around with a stick up my ass doing the whole professional thing, and then I thought I found a happy middle ground, being nice with a edge. None of those things worked now did they, I'm at the bottom of the barrel in ACW and that's sure as hell not the place for me.

Camera Man: So did you figure out who you are yet, a bar doesn't seem like the best place to do it.

Snow: Thanks for the advice I didn't know this was a after school special, I'm a man I do what I want and if I want to sit in a bar and have a few that's my right.

Suddenly, the scene cuts as if part of the interview was cut.

Snow: I think my demeanor should answer your original question about my state of mind. The issue was I didn't need to change, I lost a match freaked out and wasted my time trying to be something I wasn't.........I'm ERIC SNOW plain and simple. I'm the best damn wrestler in the world and frankly I'm a self centered prick.........some people may say that's a bad thing, but it's sure a hell of a lot better than being you or any of the other slobs out there.

Snow back away from the camera buttons up his blazer, and takes his date by the arm as he gets ready to leave the bar, shouting at the camera man as he exits.

Snow: Tell management I'm back and I want my title shot after I take care of Santana


As the half of the screen with the interview goes away and the actual match takes over the whole screen again, Snow is up quick and sets up for the Super Kick. But, as he goes for it, Junior ducks under and catches Snow by the other leg forcing a take down. After jockeying for position, Santana locks the sleeper hold on.

Kareem Ali: Whoa! So much for it being over! Junior has that sleeper hold locked in!! It's only a matter of time now!

Snow fights as Santana gloats and taunts the crowd. Junior pours on the leverage as Eric's face gets redder and redder. The referee is close checking for Snow to give up. The crowd begins to chant ERIC! ERIC! ERIC! Santana looks around worried. Suddenly, Snow gets an angle and kicks Santana directly in the forehead. Junior suddenly gets a loopy, dazed look and drops to the mat hard. Snow goes for the pin again.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Santana kicks out and rolls out of the ring for some time to recoup!

Martin Mays: Now, that was close!

Kareem Ali: Nah. He's just toying with Snow. See, he's taking a breather outside the ring. I can't believe Snow's letting him rest like that!

Martin Mays: Well, looks like rest time is over!

Eric Snow quickly launches into a suicide palancha; nailing Santana hard and taking him down to the hard floor! The crowd reacts with a collective groan! They both lay there for a while selling the pain. The referee has begun to count the two out.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Martin Mays: Well, somebody's gotta get up or this is going to end in a double count out!

FIVE!

Suddenly, Snow pulls himself up to the apron and Junior is up on his elbow with a WOW look on his face. The crowd is hyped and begins to chant HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

SIX!

Eric is leaning on the apron now as Santana pulls up on the crowd barricade.

SEVEN!

Suddenly, Junior runs, jumps and uses Snow as a ladder to climb into the ring! This pushes Snow down a bit.

EIGHT!

As Junior finds a moment to stand in the middle of the ring and gloat at his apparent victory. Quickly, Snow jumps to the apron. Santana has his back to him, but, as the crowd reacts, Junior turns as Eric launches off the top rope into a diving hurricaranna!! Snow, then, climbs the corner turnbuckle as Santana is still out on the mat! After calling to the crowd and getting a loud pop, Eric hits the X SPLASH and goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The referee calls for the bell.

Ashley Sparxxx: Your WINNER via pinfall; ERIC SNOW!!

Junior rolls out of the ring as Snow jumps to the turnbuckle and celebrates.


Martin Mays: Well, so much for demolishing Snow! Instead, we have Eric with a big win!

Snow has hit another corner this time nearest to the ramp and begun to taunt Santana. Junior is backing up the ramp selling the pain in the back of his neck and scowling at Eric. Snow just laughs and taunts.

Martin Mays: The crowd really seems to like SNOW. I mean, no matter how arrogant he gets, the fans just eat him up!

Kareem Ali: Yeah, where has that cocky attitude got him? I don't see a title around his waist.

Martin Mays: Well, Eric Snow has put the ACW on notice. He's not going anywhere and he's coming after the title!

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Before the two commentators can continue the cameras cut to the back somewhere. We see the silhouette of a shapely woman against a light backdrop.

The unknown woman: Tonight you will only BEGIN to feel the effect of what WE can do. The aftershocks are already being felt. But now, we truly see who is the STAR of the show…

VS

The cameras cut back to the commentators.

Kareem Ali: What the hell?

Martian Mays: Well, I have NO idea what was going on there, people. I can’t seem to get anyone to tell me who did that promo and for whom. All I know is that the show must go on. And our own Ashley Sparxxx is in the ring ready for our entrances.

Ashley Sparxxx: The next bout is scheduled for ONE fall!

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Ashley Sparxxx: Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts; he is the STAR, Aaron Asterisk!!

Aaron takes his place in the midst of the pyro as the crowd boos him. Asterisk doesn’t seem to mind, though. He just flashes him a cocky little smile and walks on down the ramp.

Martin Mays: This crowd has really learned to hate this young man’s arrogant attitude!

Kareem Ali: Well, they usually hate what they cannot be.

Martian Mays: But I’m really looking forward to this next guy. He comes with a lot of press and paparazzi. And, recently, was asked about the rumors surrounding the shutdown of his last wrestling home, POWERSLAM WRESLING ALLIANCE, and this is what he had to say.

The cameras cut to an interview with Stevie Starr standing beside his white stretch limo.

Stevie: Those rumors are one hundred percent legit; PWA couldn't pay me so they lost their prized asset in me. I put more butts in chairs than Nicolas Cage movies do while I was there, I was a two time world champion and I was voted superstar of the year! But then they ran out of money and now I'm going to bring another crappy company into the limelight. I made people stars in PWA and yes the pun was intended, I brought the greatest tag team in the world to PWA and they won the tag titles in less than two months. Who needs The Rock, when you have the sexiest man of 2011 strutting his stuff and towering over everyone in sheer size of popularity? I'm the most fundamental person in the wrestling world today, everyone wants me on their roster and I turned them down! I turned them down to join ACW, they should feel honored to have me here. I don't care if it's the ACW World Champion or the local jobber, they will give me their respect and must one dream of being able to get beat by me, Stevie Starr. My potential is limitless and I don't even need a pill like in Limitless.

Martin Mays: Stevie Starr is, of course, the real name of movie star, Bradley Cooper.

Kareem Ali: You’re kidding me? And he’s going to step into the ring and actually put up a fight?

Martin Mays: Go watch his matches on youtube and see for yourself. Hell, he was Undisputed PWA Champion!

Kareem Ali: So? He’s got to start over now; earn respect.

As Asterisk looks on…

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A section of the crowd up around the ring jumps to its feet and begins to scream and cheer; getting a lot of stares from the home crowd. Up around the entranceway, a crowd of cameramen rush to either side as the lights fade and a star shaped spotlight hits the stage. The noise from the fans gets louder as Stevie Starr steps out onto stage in his ring gear and his ungodly expensive sunglasses. The flashbulbs explode as security follows Starr out to keep the fans and paparazzi at bay. Stevie just smiles and takes the walk down the ramp. The majority of male fans have begun to boo, but a lot of the ladies in the audience have lost control. The camera cuts to Aaron Asterisk looking around feeling his grip on the crowd getting much weaker.

Martin Mays: This is a wrestling champion?

Kareem Ali: Whatever! This out to be good. Mr. Hollywood is about to get a rude awakening!

Starr steps into the ring after kissing one of the hot young things in the audience (didn’t set too well with her boyfriend, by the way)! He poses in the middle of the ring to a mixed reaction and, then, turns and cuts a look at Asterisk. The bell rings and both men prepare to meet in the center of the ring.

First, they both lock up and begin to struggle against the other; jockeying for position.

Martin Mays: Well, these two are physically as equal as two competitors can get! Both being within an inch in height and only three pounds difference, I’d say this should be good.

Kareem Ali: But, come on! Movie Star vs Wrestling Star? No way..this is going to be a trainwreck!

Suddenly, Starr forces Asterisk into the corner hard to a mixed reaction.

Martin Mays: Man, this crowd really hated Asterisk, but now with Starr in there, most of the crowd may become fans of Aaron real soon!

Kareem Ali: Because most of the fans here are men and they don’t like this woman stealing actor around! Don’t blame them!

Before Asterisk gets up, Stevie catches him in the corner with a face wash via his knee. Starr climbs the corner turnbuckle right over Asterisk and calls to the crowd. This gets the hometown angry hot against the Hollywood star. Aaron is up quick picking the newcomer up and slamming him with a hard sitout powerbomb. That actually gets a mild cheer from the crowd. The camera pans the group of females in the front seat all booing. One has a sign that says STEVIE’S GONNA SEE STARS WHEN I’M THROUGH WITH HIM!

Kareem Ali: I bet he’s already seeing stars after that slam!

Asterisk quickly jumps up and applies an armbar on Stevie putting a great bit of leverage on it. Stevie fights to get loose. Finally, after a while, Starr gets the right angle for a mule kick to the gut; sending Asterisk to the mat hard. Stevie stands over him and throws both hands out with that Hollywood smile on his face! The crowd instantly goes violent and boos.

Kareem Ali: This guy is asking for it! Come on, Asterisk! Get up!!

Stevie notices Aaron going to get up and knees him in the side of the head! As the crowd begins to shout YOU SUCK, Stevie climbs the corner turnbuckle to the top rope and sets up for a high risk maneuver. After flashing his million dollar smile at the camera and having the paparazzi flash his picture, Starr launches into the FIVE STAR TWIST! Nailing it, he automatically goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


The crowd isn’t happy as Stevie has his arms raised and flashes that smile at the unhappy fans. He rolls out of the ring and lays one more kiss on that beauty he kissed earlier and narrowly dodges a punch from the angry boyfriend. Starr just shoots him a look like ‘ya almost got me there’ and starts his triumphant walk up the ramp.

Ashley Sparxxx: Your winner, via pinfall; Stevie Starr!

Kareem Ali: This Starr guy had got a lot to learn! And I know a whole roster of guys who’s willing to teach it to him!

Martin Mays: Well, from what I hear, he’s going to be around a while. So, they have time to open up class!

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The show looks to be going off without a hitch when all of a sudden "In The Ghetto" by Elvis Presley hits the PA system with authority. It's not long before we see a duo barely driving a car but some how making their way to the ring whilst taunting everyone. The car this week happens to be a Pontiac Star Chief if you wanted to know. They drive near the entrance ramp and hop out like bandits. The team continues to make it's way down to the ring in a very jubilant mood as they slide in giving the fans a couple "Ooohs" with pleasure.

The camera pans around the ring showing a few more things. There seems to be a ceramic table with gifts, a hefty jukebox and now and NOW heading to the ring some fine looking ladies in poodle skirts and sweaters ready to flank Mercy & Indiana as soon as they get into the ring themselves. With both members with a lady by their side they look rather pleased and Mercy calls for a microphone first which is quickly obliged by some ring crew personnel employee of sorts. A few moments afterward Mercy is speaking aloud and proud to anyone that can hear him.

Stephen Mercy: ...Well, we did say it Indiana... We did say it. We said we would beat those two so-called main eventers in John McHenry and Cory Allen... And we sure did... Ooooohhhh!!!!! Now tonight I'm feeling pretty good as we stand a top of the tag division looking down at all these helpless losers who can't measure up to the OH SO GREAT Mercy & Indiana. Tell them Indiana, tell them.

Now Indiana motions for a mic of his own and is given one shortly after asking.

Tracy Indiana: Oh I'll tell them Mercy... You know I could tell everyone all night long that we are the best but instead of bragging about how about we get to the celebrations. Lets start it off with giving these people something to savor...

For some reason gum starts falling from the ceiling, black licrorice gum in fact. A few fans are getting hit at the wrong angles but most of them seem to be trying to get their hands on some delicious gum.

Tracy Indiana: Now I don't want to see any of you not properly disposing of that gum when you are done...

Stephen Mercy: Properly? There are such ways to properly to get rid of such things... Who knew?

Tracy Indiana: Hey, I'm just trying to give people a heads up...

Stephen Mercy: Okay, okay... Now... Wait a minute, dollface...

Mercy has turned his attention to the lovely girl that is still flanking him.

Stephen Mercy: Go turn up the tunes, would ya?

It's a few seconds later that we hear a click, some warbling and then finally some tunes. Lesley Gore's "It's My Party" is playing like an anthem but low enough so Mercy & Indiana can continue the festivities.

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Stephen Mercy: Now that's more like it! Maybe a little different than I would have played but I can't complain tonight. No, no, no... And speaking of tonight, Indiana... I got ya a present man...

Mercy turns around and points at a rather large present on the table. It's loosely put together and has holes in the top for some reason. Indiana gets giddy and greedy and rips away at the package to expose it. It's a cage with a nice lap dog inside! Indiana can't hide his emotion as he got the puppy he always wanted.

Tracy Indiana: Thank you, man... I never expected this. I think I'm going to call him Rex. Damn... Now we got ladies, music and pets... What's next? Oh... I got it... I almost forgot.

This time Indiana turns around to the table of gifts and picks up two smaller boxes. He hands one to his buddy and keeps the other for himself. They look at each other with youthful exuberance before digging into the presents. It turns out to be two shiny metallic objects.

Tracy Indiana: Mercy... I was just thinking since ACW has no tag team titles and we are the best tag team here we gotta reward ourselves.

Stephen Mercy: I hear ya, Indiana. I hear ya.

Tracy Indiana: That is why I got us these rings to showcase our dominance. Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!

Stephen Mercy: What's this engraving...

Tracy Indiana: "To the greatest partner ever." Of course!

Finally Mercy puts his on followed by Indiana. The camera zooms in diamonds and something about tag teams on the front of the rings. The happiness in the ring can only be imagined.

Stephen Mercy: So may I ask how you arranged this, buddy?

Tracy Indiana: Well it cost me a hefty penny lets say when I went back to our old stomping grounds and asked our old Principle to hook us up with some graduation rings... Took a few strings to be pulled but we had to have something to show that we are the best.

Stephen Mercy: Oh man... I don't know how I can repay you for this. You are the best partner EVER.

Tracy Indiana: You said it right there, man. It's an honor to be your partner in crime.

It's just then after some back and forth getting to the point of looking rather homosexual...

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The sound of an unknown theme song begins (Hollow Again by PROJECT 86) as Mercy and Indiana spin to see who has the audacity to interrupt their celebration! The lights go down as spotlights begin to spin around the room sending the crowd and the ACW's only Tag Team into confusion. As the music continues and the image of a nuclear bomb going off flashes on the walls, a lone figure walks out onto stage. He is a gaunt figure wearing an exaggerated ringmaster's suit and top hat. You can barely make him out with the spotlights moving back and forth along the stage, but you can see that he walks in with a long cane and strange strut. The strange figure walks out to center stage and rests both hands on the cane and bows his head as the one of the spotlights stops to envelop him. The rim of the hat covers most of his face, but you can see the bottom half with his pointed chin and crazy, disturbing smile. His lips are painted red and his skin is a blatant white.

Finally, the music fades and the spotlight goes out and the lights come up. Without looking up, the strange person on the stage pulls up a microphone.

“I finally weasel my way out of the nuthouse and show up to my asylum away from asylum, PWA headquarters in Phoenix, Arizona ONLY to find out they've pulled up stakes, locked the doors and left without me!!”

The clown faced stranger sniffs and wipes away a tear.

“Sniff. Just like Mom and Dad did SO many years ago...”

He suddenly sneers demonically and looks up at the crowd.

“GOD REST THEIR SOULS...”

After a short laugh, the new arrival gets to the matter at hand.

“But I DIGRESS...SO, I follow their trail of cookies to New York and some hole in the ground indy operation in hopes that MAYBE...just MAYBE their Tag Team Division would be something my boys could literally sink their teeth into. And what do I find?”

Mercy and Indiana begin to beat their chest and slap each other on the backs in congragulations.

“Well, HELL, we've got Potsy and Ralph Mouth goin' on in the ring. By the way BOYS, Fonzi called. He wants his thumbs back.”

The crowd chuckles a little at the Tag Teams expense as Mercy and Indiana begin to rant at the clown from the ring. You can hear one of them say, “Who the HELL are you?”

The intruder whips his top hat off, revealing his dark green hair, and gives a respectful bow.

“Oh, forgive me! My friends, if I had any, would call me WISECRACK and I just happen to be the manager of the epitome of perfection in tag team wrestling today! Which begs the question...Who the HELL are you?”

Indiana starts to get out of the ring, but Mercy stops him.

“Ya see, my BOYS, El Loko and Maddog are my Twin Engines of Destruction. They're not much on personality, but they break everything in their path, including tag teams. NOW, my first inclination ...”

Mercy and Indiana both look confused.

“Uh...my first THOUGHT was to have my boys come down and beat you off of those pedestals you've built for yourselves. But, by the looks of things, when it comes to beating off, you have each other handled!”

The crowd chuckles a bit, but some of the fans of the team in the ring begin to boo. Mercy and Indiana are livid as Wisecrack begins to walk down the ramp with that odd little strut of his and permanent smile on his painted face.

“BUT it seems as though me and my boys have found ourselves blackballed AGAIN. Thank you ERIC BITCHOFF! I OWE you one. SO, that leaves us with only one final option; follow the rats fleeing the sunk PWA ship to this hole in the ground, backwater, wannabe operation called Alternative Championship Wrestling AKA YOU SUCK!”

That really sets off the crowd as they begin to throw cups at the annoying clown.

“Oh, Classy. That is SO New York...HA!”

As Wisecrack gets dangerously close to the ring, the two greasers begin to yell warnings to him to shut up.

“What? Your going to hurt me if I don't shut up? Oh, I would SO love to take you SERIOUSLY. But your loudmouthed threats are going to be hard to fulfill FROM THE HOSPITAL!! Cause we're going to get you and your little dog too!!”

Suddenly, entering the ring behind Mercy and Indiana are the Twin Engines of Destruction themselves, El Loko and Maddog! As the hot girls in poodle skirts begin to flee the ring, the ACW's premier tag team turns and meets the incoming attack. The four wrestlers trade blows forcing the fight out of the ring. The girls begin to run up the ramp and jump into the audience as El Loko clotheslines Mercy over into the crowd! Indiana spins Maddog into the turnbuckle hard; sending the lunatic onto the mat. Suddenly, Wisecrack runs in and whacks Indiana across the head with his cane. That does little more than get the attention of the angry, leather jacket wearing wrestler who turns and comes at the clown. As Wisecrack begins to beg the much bigger opponent to not hurt him, Maddog gives Indiana a hard double ax handle low blow!

As El Loko shoves Mercy over some of the fans steel chairs and Maddog puts the boot to Indiana, Wisecrack calls in the 'dogs' and the threesome retreats up the ramp! As Mercy and Indiana begin to regroup, The Cracked Clown turns with a cackle and a bow. He, then, leads the two gloating Hispanic Horrors to the back before the ACW's greatest tag team can mount another attack.

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As the crowd both in the community center and on the internet take a moment to recover from that last altercation, another video promo plays:

The scene opens to the warehouse. Zasalamel is sitting in the lone chair at the lone desk but his back is to the camera. His mask is on the desk so you can see his short blonde hair.

Zasalamel: It seems as though last week there was a miscalculation and underestimation on my part. And for that I tell you Finn… we will meet again. And when we do the results will be vastly different. I guarantee you Finn that your life will be forever changed the next time we meet. Which will be upcoming. Alongside Brian and Vampyro. I waited all week. I spent this week in meditation. Understanding what it was that I come up short with. What were my flaws, what were my weaknesses and work on those to become stronger than I was before.

The loss did more for me than you know Finn. So I tell you Finn, be ready, be prepared because what I have planned to do to you will be rated worse than statutory. The other two are nothing more than mere pawns. Mere spectators in this game of chess. And when I take you down as well as the other two… it will only be a matter of time before ACW will have no choice but to bow down to …

Zasalamel reaches behind himself and grabs the mask. He places it over his head covering his face as he looks towards the camera.

All will bow down to me.

Scene fades to black.

the cameras finally cut to the ring. Brian Haner, Jr and Finn McPhearson are already in the ring waiting to start their fatal four-way of the night.

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Vampyro Lemures vs Brian Haner Jr. vs Zasalamel vs Finn MacPherson

Suddenly, a sad, morose tune begins to play.

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Ashley Sparxxx: And, entering the stage, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Vampyro LeMures!!

The crowd gives a decent pop to the odd wrestler as the cameras cut to the commentators.

Kareem Ali: How did Finn get booked in with these freaks? He’s the only normal guy out there!

Martin Mays: It’s all in how you look at it. Besides all the freaky clothes and makeup, the other three aren’t that much different than Finn.

Kareem Ali stares at Mays: What in the hell are you smoking? Cause I sure as hell want some!

Martin Mays: Oh, whatever.

Suddenly, the cameras cut back to Vampyro as the lights go off and we see him standing in a single pale light in a personal crucifix position. He, then, follows the line of candles down the ramp. Almost unseen, a figure rushes from the back carrying something. Before we know it, the figure nails Vampyro in the back of the head with the object; sending him crashing down the ramp. The lights come on to reveal Zasalamel standing over LeMures with a steel chair with a rather maniacal look on his face. Before his fallen victim can recover, the wicked, disheveled clown brings the chair down again upon Vampyro’s head!

As the chaos in the ring has the crowd in a confused state, Brian Haner uses the moment to get a cheap shot on Finn! Suddenly, it’s complete anarchy as the referee calls for the bell.

The cameras cut to Zasalamel with his arch enemy, Vampyro, up ready for his cradle piledriver.

Martin Mays: Oh, dear God! He’s going to piledrive LeMures into the steel ramp!!

Then, as if on cue, the sadistic clown drops the smaller wrestler hard onto the steel!

Kareem Ali: Holy SHIT!! Did you hear the impact?

Martin Mays: EVERYBODY heard that impact! And, now, Vampyro is opened up!

The cameras show LeMures laid out on the ramp; bleeding heavily from the forehead!

Zasalamel began putting the boots to the object of his rage as Haner drops MacPherson with the TWIST OF HATE and goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

The count got the angry clown’s attention. As Haner is yelling at the referee for messing up his quick, easy victory, Zasalamel slides into the ring and gets to his feet with the blood spattered chair in hand. The referee tries to warn Brian to no avail. Without a thought or remorse, the wicked clown nails Haner in the back of the head with the steel chair.

Kareem Ali: No way! Haner never saw that coming! The referee should disqualify that stupid clown!!

Martin Mays: Well, he would if it weren’t for the fact this is a Fatal Four Way and ANYTHING goes!!

After hitting a stunned Finn with the chair a few times, Zasalamel grabs Haner as he tries to get up. With a fluid motion, the dark clown drops him had with a DDT and immediately wraps Haner up in the LOCKDOWN!! The trainers are looking after Vampyro on the ramp. Finn is out cold and Haner seems unresponsive. The referee finally has to call for the bell, but Zasalamel seems reluctant to give up the hold. Finally, about six security guards rush the ring and have to fight tooth and nail to rip that crazy clown off of his prey.

Ashley Sparxxx seems unwilling to announce the result, but is afraid of what Zasalamel will do: You winner via pinfall; Zasalamel!!

The nasty clown makes the referee raise his hand in triumph as the trainers are seeing to his victims. He seems unaffected as he hits every corner of the ring getting a mixed reaction from the crowd!

Kareem Ali: You have got to be kidding! That was a cheap victory! I hope that Blue clown is happy with himself!

Martin Mays: Well, they all knew the rules or the lack thereof. They knew the risks. Although, I’m sure none of them saw this kind of outcome!

The camera catches a look at Zasalamel raising his blood stained arms in triumph on the top of the ramp as his wicked music plays on. He gets a chance to look at the camera to his right and gets in close; smiling demonically.

Zasalamel: This is only the beginning, Kiddies!! Only the beginning!!!

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Darren Pesinger vs Markus Crimson vs Johan Johanson


After a short intermission, giving the eager indy crowd a chance to get a drink, buy an ACW t-shirt or get to the bathroom (this has been a show that left very few dull moments), the crowd begins to get back to their seats as a promo for an upcoming iPPV, OVERDRIVE, plays on far wall.

Suddenly…

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As the fans give a tentative cheer and the announcers speculate about who this can be, a tall, toned young man in a cowboy hat steps out onto the platform, a cocky smirk on his features and a microphone already in hand:

Surprised by the appearance of this unusual piece of eye-candy, the few ladies present make themselves heard, whooping and whistling for the hunky cowboy. Hearing this, the new arrival throws the briefest glance towards the stands, flashing a fleeting grin which only makes the shrieks grow louder. Then, after another moment in which he regains his composure, he draws the microphone to his lips and begins to talk:

Man: My name...is Darren Pesinger.

This draws virtually no reaction from the crowd, outside of the few fans who have heard of Darren and his previous company, the Powerslam Wrestling Association. Unfazed by this lack of recognition, the cowboy calmly continues:

Darren Pesinger: Y'all don't know who I am right now...but y'all gon' know reeeeeal soon! Ya know why? 'Cause I'm a fuckin' Champion in a REAL wrasslin' company...not that y'all marks would know what *that* is...

Here, the boos finally begin to rain down, the fans unhappy with the new man's slamming of their favourite company. Darren seems oddly pleased, flashing his cocky smile again as he continues, his drawl lazier than ever:

Darren Pesinger: Now, y'all might'a heard o' the Powerslam Wrasslin' A-lli-an-ce...that's where I come from. An' if ya want my 'pinion, I ain't none too happy 'bout this here setup...I mean I got told I was steppin' into an up-an'-comin' company, not the sixth-grade talent show!

The jeers grow louder, which paradoxically seems to make Pesinger happier. Stopping to take a long, lingering, disdainful look at the stands, he continues, now a little more indignant:

Darren Pesinger: 'Fact, if ya wanna know how I feel...I feel like I done got duped!

The crowd jeers even louder, as the odd paper cup flies in Darren's direction. The cowboy avoids it swiftly, then smiles up at the thrower - a boy of ten or twelve sporting a Christopher Flair t-shirt - pointing at him in a sign of appreciation: "nice try, kid". The fan, however, does not seem amused, as he continues to boo and flash Pesinger the middle finger. Still infuriatingly cool, the cowboy has a dismissive gesture and turns his back, returning to the centre of the ring and beginning to pace back and forth:

Darren Pesinger: An' seein' as I done get wrongfully co-erced, I feel like the least y'all could do was give me a good match!

The Southerner pauses for effect, letting a few more boos hit him, then resumes:

Darren Pesinger: Now, I saw that I was in a Triple Threat 'gainst a coupla bozos...so whaddya say y'all get out here an' let me show y'all how a REAL Champion fights? Or no, wait...stay back there...it'll be best for yer health, an' ain't nobody gon' think less of y'all for it. After all, we know y'all ain't nuth'n' but a buncha pussy-ass...

Suddenly, the cocky cowboy stops as Markus Crimson steps out of the entranceway to now music or introduction. He simply steps out onto the top of the ramp and stares at Pesinger in mild, disinterest. Darren seems amused; pointing and jeering at the makeup wearing tough guy. Then, slowly, Crimson walks down the ramp straight for Pesinger. But, before he can get to the ring…

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Crimson stops almost annoyed. The lights dim as Darren shoots a look at the entranceway. In the light of the flames, NORSE THUNDER walks out to a mild pop. He points at Pesinger and begins ranting the whole way down the ramp; stopping short of Markus and giving him a disapproving look over. The solemn wrestler steps up to the Viking and they have an old fashion staredown. Darren laughs and points as the staredown continues. Finally, Pesinger drops the microphone and runs; ricocheting off the back ropes and rocketing over the top rope!!

The two unprepared wrestlers feel the full force of an unpracticed, unprecedented and unskilled suicide palancha!! As all three men lay down on the mat selling the pain, you can tell Pesinger wishes he’d rethought that move. The first up is Johanson who goes directly for the arrogant southerner! First he sends him head first into the ring steps! Then, he picks him up and rolls him into the ring. The referee calls for the bell as Crimson surprises the Viking from behind with an double ax-handle shot to the back of the head. As Johan hits the floor, Markus slides in the ring and closes in on Pesinger!

As Darren begins to try and get up, Crimson hits him with a couple of elbow drops. He, then, picks the cowboy up and drops him in a straight up DDT! But, before he can capitalize with a pin, Johanson hits Markus with a big boot to the head! The crowd gives a big pop! The big Viking picks up Crimson and drops him hard to the mat with a sidewalk slam! Johan goes for the first pin…

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TWO!

Pessinger suddenly pulls Johanson off and slaps a reverse chinlock on the burly Viking! After struggling, Johan finally gets a hand on the ropes and the referee warns Pesinger. As it looks like Darren will let go the hold, he instead grabs the ropes and buries both knees hard into the back of Johanson! This rolls Johan out of the ring and Pesinger turns to find Crimson up and ready to go for the DDT again. The cowboy pushes the attacker off; bouncing him off the ropes. Catching Crimson on the rebound, he turns him and drops him in a DDT of his own.

Martin Mays: Insult to injury! I can’t believe this new guy just dropped Crimson with his own favorite move! Was that scouted or did he just get lucky?

Kareem Ali: Just lucky…that’s all!

Before Crimson could get up, Pesinger grabs both his hands and pressed his right foot into the small of his back. Pulling back, he began to put a massive amount of pressure on Markus!

Pessinger keeps yelling: GIVE UP! Come on, ya douchbag, GIVE UP!!!

The crowd begins to boo at the taunt and Crimson seems unwilling to give up. Suddenly, from behind, Johanson has recovered and got back into the ring and goes to put the BLOOD EAGLE on the unaware Pesinger! Johan muscles the smaller wrestler down to the mat and the referee looks to see if he gives up now!

The crowd begins to chant: GIVE UP! GIVE UP!!

But Pesinger refuses to give only making Johan put more pressure on his arms and back. Just when you think the cowboy will give, Crimson strikes Johanson hard on the back of the head with his elbow and drops on top of the Viking. Quickly, Markus muscles Johan into the crossface!

Kareem Ali: What is this? Battle of the submissions?

Martin Mays: Well, things keep going like this and one of these guys are gonna score a win via submission fast!

Johan looks like he’s going to tap when Pesinger grabs his hand and kicks Crimson off his back!

Martin Mays: Damn, that was a close one!!

Pesinger kicks Johan across the temple a couple of times and catches Crimson as he’s pulling up. Irish whipping him off the ropes, Darren catches the dark wrestler and drops him hard in a spinebuster! Johan is getting up, but Pesinger rockets off the ropes and catches the burly Viking in some SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT (rough rider)!

As both of his opponents lay motionless on the mat, the cocky cowboy takes a moment to gloat in the ring by holding his hands out as if saying ‘survey the carnage’! The crowd responds loudly to his brashness, but he just smiles. Pesinger then points at the fan out in the audience who is carrying the PWA sign.

Darren looks at the camera: ONE intelligent fan here tonight. JUST ONE!

The crowd begins to boo again as Crimson blindsides him flipping him out of the ring! That gets a decent pop as Markus follows the newcomer out. But Pesinger landed on his feet and meets Crimson with a shot to the head. He, then, turns and grabs his opponent in a fireman’s carry position and gives him a gutbuster to the floor! The crowd groans!

Martin Mays: Was that necessary? I mean, to do that on the outside of the ring?

Kareem Ali: This kid’s pulling out the stops to win this match. I got to admire that!

Martin Mays: Admire? This hood just tried to end Crimson’s career!

Kareem Ali: TRIED? Looks like he’s out of this match at least!

Crimson sells the pain as Darren Pesinger slides into the ring. Johan is leaning on the ropes; looking away from the cowboy. Pesinger quickly catches him from behind and gets his grips in a BEARHUG!

Martin Mays: No way!! Norse Thunder is a much bigger man and he hopes to take him down with a bearhug?

Kareem Ali: Now, Mays, you know as good as I do that it’s not the size of the man, but the strength in those arms and back that matter!

Martian Mays: Well, man-handling this big Viking is going to take all the cowboy’s strength; that is for sure!

Johanson struggles, but Pesinger refuses to let go. The two of them flail from one side of the ring to the other, but Johan can’t seem to shake him off. Even after backing him into a couple of turnbuckles, he still holds on.

Martin Mays: Cutting the air off, has to be weakening Johanson!

Kareem Ali: I have to agree. If the big oaf can’t get that hick off him soon, he’s done!

Suddenly, Johan goes down on one knee and Pesinger puts even more pressure on. After dragging the smaller wrestler around the ring, NORSE THUNDER finally drops. After holding the bear hug a little longer, the referee lifts Johan’s hand. He suddenly drops it to the mat with a flop.

The crowd begins to boo apparently not wanting Pesinger to win. Crimson is still out cold on the floor. The referee lifts Johan’s hand up a second time and lets it flop to the mat once more.

Kareem Ali: I can’t believe that cowboy walked in here and dropped the Viking with a bearhug submission!

Martin Mays: Well, it’s not over yet. He’s got one more shot!

The crowd begins to chant: JOHAN! JOHAN!

The referee lifts Johanson’s hand up a third time.

Kareem Ali: This is it! Do or die!

Letting Johan’s hand go, this time…it flops hard to the mat! The referee calls for the bell!

Ashley Sparxxx: Your winner by Bearhug submission; Darren Pesinger!!


The newcomer hits the corner like a champ and gives them a look like ‘I told ya so’! And the crowd doesn’t appreciate it one bit!

Martin Mays: I still am dumbfounded. This new guy just man handled a couple of guys that usually defy that kind of treatment! What in the world are we to expect from this young superstar?

Kareem Ali: Wins, I would suppose. HA!

We see Pesinger get his hand raised as he gloats over his opponents laid out in and out of the ring!
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