ACW OVERDRIVE 06/05/2012 Mercy and Indiana v LWO v RipperCussions

[Pete]

If you are not in this match, don't post in this thread. If you are in this match, don't spam it up with OOC talk.
TWO rp cap per team, with the deadline being May 6, 2012 at 11:59 PM Eastern Time. Good Luck!

 

[Kiffy Lube]

It all opens up when we see dirt surroundings and a giddy Mercy & Indiana walking around. The camera expands the view a bit showing that it's not just a dirt road but a dirt parking lot with tons of cars. The duo keeps walking by chatting it up with stuff that is not caught. The smiles across their faces can be seen for miles. Why are they in such a good mood? Let's zoom in and listen up!

Tracy Indiana: Oh man! I can't believe we are here!

Stephen Mercy: Hold your horses! We aren't inside yet! And this isn't supposed to about fun but the mood is sure in the air.

Tracy Indiana: It's like a harvest moon! I can't wait, boss.

Stephen Mercy: You may need to tone it down a bit. You are like a little kid...

Tracy Indiana: Come on! You know I always get like this on days like this.

They keep pacing towards something as Mercy chuckles a bit at his partner. Dirt keeps getting kicked up in the air. You'd think they would have found actual pavement but not a chance. More cars are seen as they keep walking and jabbering about whatever when the camera finally pans from them to something else. It's none of the entrance to "FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT" which looks to be a carnival of sorts.

The two walk through the gates, pay for their tickets and they are on their way.

Tracy Indiana: What should we see first, Mercy?

Stephen Mercy: Let's just walk around...

Tracy Indiana: Cotton candy? Soda pop? I'm hungry and thirsty!

Stephen Mercy: You seriously need to calm down. Lets check this act out over here.

They head off in some direction to the first curtain and go to the standing room. This is where they come across the first act for their pleasure.

Mercy & Indiana look oddly confused but then amused when the guy gobbles down a sword. They applaud along with the rest of the crowd with pleasure.

Stephen Mercy: That was impressive... I bet Wisecrack can't do that.

Tracy Indiana: I'd like to see him try.

A little light hearted laughter before the guy takes the sword out and puts it on fire. A little shock and awe from the crowd. The guy places that down his throat of course the fire goes out quite quickly but still a nice display.

Tracy Indiana: This guy is a professional for sure.

Stephen Mercy: Got burnt up a bit but it went out. It's all smoke and mirrors...

Tracy Indiana: Did you say they have those crazy mirrors here?

Stephen Mercy: No, I didn't. Looks like this guys is taking a break... or we are leaving.

Mercy heads out from behind the curtained area but Indiana doesn't follow at first until he yanks him out personally.

Tracy Indiana: That was uncalled for... He was about to...

Stephen Mercy: What is that over there?

Tracy Indiana: Cotton Candy!

Stephen Mercy: You go get some while I figure out what the hell is going on.

Mercy signs with a deep breath as Indiana prances off but keeps a close eye on him. Mercy shakes his head and wonders what he has to do get Indiana ready for these Lunatics. If these keeps up Indiana may be memorized at the Pay-Per View. Tracy comes back with more cotton candy than most normal can eat.

Tracy Indiana: Want some?

Stephen Mercy: Ummm, no thanks.

Tracy Indiana: What's next, man? I'm up for anything!

Stephen Mercy: That act a few tents down looks interesting...

Tracy Indaina: Sure thing, boss!

The two scuffle off towards the next thing. Well it looks like Mercy was lying about it being interesting. They walk behind the curtain as the poster flashed before them.

Tracy Indiana: Really, Mercy? These chicks always freak me out!

Stephen Mercy: It's okay. It's just abnormal. Probably shouldn't be parading around on stage, though.

Tracy Indiana: Guess what?

Stephen Mercy: You forgot to get a soda pop?

Tracy Indiana: YEAH but that wasn't what I was getting at.

Stephen Mercy: What you got then?

Tracy Indiana: I bet these the kind of girls those Lunatics go out with.

Stephen Mercy: Haha, I think you are on to something there. However if she bends over again I'm outta here.

Some more back and forth that isn't heard by the camera is seen by the two but then the two look like they are going to be sick and head out of the curtain together this time.

Stephen Mercy: I think I've had my fill but we can't leave yet.

Tracy Indiana: That was pretty disgusting... What ya got on your mind now, boss?

Stephen Mercy: I don't know... You go get a soda as I figure this out.

Indiana darts off tossing what was left of his cotton candy into the trash as Mercy looks around and thinks. It looks like he came across something when Indiana returns almost spilling his drink all over his friend.

Tracy Indiana: Looks like you found something...

Stephen Mercy: I think so... I'm not too sure... Whatever this is, I'm sure it's rigged.

The two head off walking by random tents with odd people walking out behind them. Some of which are weirder than the acts. They end up at the tent Mercy was referring to. Mercy & Indiana walk in not really understanding what the poster was telling them what is ahead of them.

Tracy Indiana: The hell is this?

Stephen Mercy: It looked ridiculous... I thought maybe this would help us.

Tracy Indiana: I'm not sure either Loko or Maddog can do this.

Stephen Mercy: Yeah... These sideshow acts are just desperate people.

Tracy Indiana: Why would you do this?

Stephen Mercy: I guess if you were broke and could handle more charges than someone else...

Tracy Indiana: This is just sad.

Stephen Mercy: You ready to go then? I didn't find anything about these freaks.

Tracy Indiana: Yeah... Just let me get some cotton candy for the road.

Stephen & Tracy leave the electric man behind. Walking by the same tents they see more odd looking people. Indiana stops to get himself that had to have cotton candy before the two finally get back to the front gates. The two shake their heads in disbelief before heading back out to the parking lot.

Tracy Indiana: I guess we are just as lost about El Loko and Maddog than ever...

Stephen Mercy: No... Not necessarily all I found here for twin acts was female Siamese twins and after that bearded lady I wasn't going to go anywhere near them... So I think they are above this such a thing.

Tracy Indiana: Okay...

Stephen Mercy: So they moved up to the sideshow market to Professional Wrestling.

Tracy Indiana: I think I understand... Still a confusing bunch.

Stephen Mercy: I don't trust that damn Wisecrack either... Oh well let's find our car and get more prepared for the match since this was almost a waste of time...

Tracy Indiana: Wait what about that Darren Pessinger and Jack Ripper?

Stephen Mercy: Oh yeah, Pessinger beat me in that 3-way but in tag team competition I think we can handle them. We did beat him when he tagged with Stevie Starr.

Tracy Indiana: But this team is called RipperCussions...

Stephen Mercy: Ugh now, I got to get you prepared for them? Ahhhhhhhhh... Another day, damn it. Let's just get out of here. Jesus Christ.

Walking off into the sunset now are Mercy & Indiana trying to find where they parked in the sea of humanity. What does this team have in store next?​

OOC/edit: I guess I forget to set my banner as an image. It was a link. I didn't edit anything else.

 

[BDC]

The court room was full and most thought they knew the outcome. Boy, were they WRONG!

I remember the whole case against me being thrown out by a technicality. The outrage in the room was hot and furious. I heard the judge and the district attorney who tried the case got death threats. Good. I was SO afraid I had put the wrong address on them.

As the police reluctantly gave me my belongings, I couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit.

“A whoopee cushion. Really? Could you be more obvious and cliché?â€￾ The big cop asked.

I just laughed, “Hey, ya go with the oldies but goodies!â€￾

The slob just kept on with the list against his will, “A squirting flower, one purple suit with white pinstriped shirt, one matching bowtie, one pair of black oversized shoes, one scarf…â€￾

As he pulled the scarf out, he found it attached to another one.

The cop, “Oh, good GAWD!â€￾

And another and another and another…well, you get the idea.

“Oh, freakin hell, just take the box, I really don’t care if there IS something missing!! Just get the hell out of my prison!â€￾ He yelled at me.

I took the box with a smile and rummaged through it.

Suddenly, I looked up and blurted, “Hey!! I had a donut in there!â€￾

As a massive grin broke out across my wonderfully painted face, the rage boiled in the underpaid prison guard.

The guard held it in pretty good, “Just get out.â€￾

Another cop walked in and said, matter of factly, “Yeah, I’d hurry too. There’s a set of legs waiting for you and they’re attached to one hot momma!â€￾

I remember scolding the letch, “HEY! Don’t talk about my MOMMA like that!!â€￾

And, with that, I left. Oh, sweet freedom. I took a deep breath of the polluted open air.

“You’re welcome.â€￾

The voice actually took me by surprise. The cop wasn’t kidding about the legs or the hot body. She was built!

I jokingly returned, “Well, can’t say I remember whatever it was you did to me, but I think I kinda wouldn’t forget being serviced by a bod like that!â€￾

You could hear the disgust in her answer, “Sick Clown. I pulled a lot of strings to get you off that jail sentence. Show some appreciation.â€￾

“Well, I had a lot of offers inside the big house, but sure WHY not? I got one romp left in me tonight!â€￾

“Not even.â€￾ Was all she said.

She led me down to a windowless van with the engine running. I could see Zack Bronko was in the driver’s seat.

“Oh, NOT EVEN here too. I know where this leads! Next thing you know, the ‘Badass’ is wearin my skin like a suit!â€￾

I could hear Bronko literally growl from inside the van, “GET IN!â€￾

My lovely escort went to open the sliding door, “Yes, please do. I have a surprise for you.â€￾

Before I could come up with a witty remark, the door flew open and two shadowy figures burst through the door and jumped me. At first, I thought I was being mugged or raped. But, when I heard the muttering in Spanish, I knew it was them!

“MY BOYS!!â€￾

It was El Loko and Maddog. I had raised those wolves in the barn since birth and they were like blood to me.

“Well, I guess I owe you twice sweet cheeks. So, do we just get it on in the van or…â€￾

The lovely brunette stepped up, “Just shut up and get in before I change my mind! We have work to do. I need you to wreak some mayhem. Do you think you can do that for me?â€￾

That caught my attention, “DO I!? Oh, just try and STOP US!!!â€￾

​

 

[Pete]

Shortly before the start of the live webcast of ACW Overdrive, Darren Pesinger and Jack Ripper - the recently reunited team known as RipperCussions - are sitting in one of the common locker rooms, getting themselves ready for their match. As Jack helps his best friend tape up his fists, the two discuss strategies, not only for tonight, but for the future:

Jack Ripper: Are we really gonna do this, Darren?

Darren Pesinger: HELL YEAH we gon' do this! What, you pussyin' out already, ya queer?

Despite the harsh, raised tone, it is clear Darren is not truly angry, and so Jack merely smiles:

Jack Ripper: No, I'm not pussying out! I'm not the bitch around here...

To this, Darren once again takes mock offense:

Darren Pesinger: Hell yeah, you the bitch 'round here! It sure as hell ain't me!

With this, the cowboy jumps his partner, grabbing his head in a headlock as he rubs a fist through Jack's hair playfully. The fashion designer lets out a scream of laughter, but the horseplay does not last very long, as soon a third person enters the room, swaying slightly on her high heels, a cigarette and bottle of cheap liquor dangling precariously from her fingers:

Bambi Juggs: Ya got 'ny more o' that moonshine, Darren honeybun?

Darren looks up at the escort, all trace of mirth gone from his face:

Darren Pesinger: Hell no, I ain't got no more! Ya drank it all, ya drunk bitch!

To this, Bambi replies with a sulky mutter, right before leaving once more, to look for someone better equipped spirits-wise. As soon as she is out the door, Jack turns to his partner, his expression grave:

Jack Ripper: All right, first things first, Darren...if we're gonna do this, the chick's gotta go.

Despite his harsh treatment of the call girl moments earlier, Darren seems troubled by his partner's statement:

Darren Pesinger: Why's she gotta go, Jackie? C'mon now! She ain't hurtin' nobody! Hell, YOU could use her...might set you right!

The cowboy grins and winks, but Jackie does not seem amused:

Jack Ripper: I don't want to be "set right", Darren. And she IS hurting somebody...she's hurting YOU, man!

Darren frowns, but Jack quickly explains his argument:

Jack Ripper: Look...as long as she's around, your head's gonna be on her. It's natural. You're a straight guy. But she's dragging you down, man! You want to show the fans who runs this joint? You need to forget about her and start thinking about US!

Pesinger protests, but it is clear by his grin that Jack has won him over:

Darren Pesinger: Hell Jack, ya make it sound like I'm your boyfriend or somethin'...

The fashion designer smiles:

Jack Ripper: C'mon, dude. I know you. I know that would KILL you!

Darren guffaws, in spite of himself, as his partner now changes the subject:

Jack Ripper: So...tonight...

Even before Jack begins, Pesinger is already interrupting:

Darren Pesinger: "Tonight", we kick 'em jackasses' rears! Like we always do, buddy!

Ripper, however, still seems a little doubtful:

Jack Ripper: I dunno, Daz...Mercy and Indiana are no pushovers...

Darren chuckles again:

Darren Pesinger: Yer kiddin', right? Did you see 'em last week? What a joke!

Here, Ripper shows a little irritation:

Jack Ripper: Oh yeah? Did you notice Mercy was trying to TAG Indiana in?! Because maybe he's USED TO TAGGING, Darren?! And he won't be alone tonight, you know...tonight, he CAN tag Indiana in all he wants!

Pesinger, however, is still not concerned:

Darren Pesinger: Yeah, OK, he's used to taggin'...but so are WE, ya jackass! Did ya forget? We're Ripper fuckin' Cussions! The best damn tag team in PWA history! Y'ain't gon' tell me we can't take on a coupla Fonzie wannabes, are ya? Seriously?

Jack sighs, giving up the ghost:

Jack Ripper: Whatever, Darren...just...be prepared.

Darren Pesinger: Hell, I'm prepared! I'm good 'n' ready! That's what I'm tryin' to tell ya, ya dumbshit!

Again, despite the harsh words, the Southerner's tone is not aggressive, and the fashion designer relents. Before they head out, however, Jack has one last issue to address:

Jack Ripper: Hey...what's up with you and Claressa King on Twitter?

Darren frowns:

Darren Pesinger: How d'you mean?

Jack Ripper: Well, you seem awful friendly...

The cowboy chuckles once more:

Darren Pesinger: Hell, Jack, it's nothin'! She just recognizes a fine piece of ass when she sees one! And she ain't half bad lookin' neither, so I hit her back! It's called flirtin', buddy. Not that *you* know what that is...

Jack moves to smack his partner in the arm, but Darren dodges, laughing. Then, as the two are about to head out, the fashion designer suddenly reaches up and straightens his partner's Stetson hat on his head. Faced with the cowboy's amazement, he winks, grinning:

Jack Ripper: Queer Eye for the straight guy, Darren...

Then, he opens the door, motioning for the Southerner to follow him:

Jack Ripper: C'mon...let's go show everybody that RipperCussions is back.

 

[BDC]

Late in the night and we are nearing the semi-main event. The young intern interview, R.J.Mackelroy, is seen walking the halls.

RJ: Hello, and welcome to an impromtu edition of the RUNDOWN with R.J. Mackelroy. I am here in the bowels of the Yonkers Community Center looking for a chance to interview possibly the most unpredictable team in wrestling history. I am, of course, talking about the Lunatic World Order and their guardian and manager, Wisecrack.

Zack Bronko can be seen walking past and giving the kid the eye.

RJ: What is he doing here? I have no news that he's even signed the contract!

After shaking the shock, Mackelroy returns to the camera.

RJ: Where was I? Oh, yes. The Triangle Tag Match that's coming up shortly between ACW's premiere tag team, Mercy and Indiana, a reunited Rippercussions and the Lunatics, El Loko and Maddog, should be a real barn burner!

Suddenly a door opens and out pops the cracked clown himself, Wisecrack who stops short and looks the kid over.

Wisecrack: What? Did I fall asleep in the middle school again?

RJ: What?

Wisecrack: Oh, never mind. Whataya want kid? Yer botherin' me!

RJ looks a little taken back: Well, Wisecrack, sir. I just wanted to catch an interview with you before your debut Pay Per View match in the ACW.

Wisecrack doesn't look amused: So? Interview...

RJ is seen noticing that the clown is wearing a long robe covering most of his body. As Wisecrack walks, he is joined by El Loko and Maddog who also is wearing robes.

RJ follows along: I've seen in your past promos that you are using the same gimmicks and logos used from your days in the PWA.

Wisecrack looks confused: Gimmicks?

RJ almost laughs and reacts with gestures, kinda jumping like a little kid: You know? The clown thing and the comedy routine?

Wisecrack shakes his head: Sorry, just not following you.

RJ tries to shake it off: Well, anyway. You're still pushing PWA.

Wisecrack: Hells to the yeah, I am! That was the bomb! They did things straight up right! This place? Not so much. Not sure about the owner with ONE name. Where did she learn to manage? I mean, this place is nutjob central. And, if I know one thing, it's nutjobs!

RJ: And, yet, she hired you and your boys! Gave you a chance when no one else would!

Wisecrack: Well, yeah, you can thank Eric Bitchoff for that. So, what? It's the only sane thing she's done so far!

Suddenly, the sick and demented clown, Zasalamel, walked by.

Wisecrack throws a gloved hand up: What up, Zassy?!

RJ looks at one and, then, the other: You know Zasalamel?

Wisecrack keeps walking and throws his hands up: Sure! It's a clown thing. Don't try and figure it out!

RJ:AND, she booked you in this triangle tag match that has gotten a LOT of attention. Seems like pretty solid booking to me.

Wisecrack gives the kid a look: Don't contradict the lunatic, Kid. Not good for the health. Yeah, this match HAD to happen. Hell, we're the only viable tag teams in this company. And if Gomer and Gober think their gonna walk around with those damn rings and call themselves champions, well, they have another thing coming! Phoenix HAD to hire us because MY boys are the most cohesive unit in wrestling. They are the greatest tag team of all time!!

RJ looks shocked: Wow! That's quite a statement. What about Rippercussions?

Wisecrack just keeps walking: Ripperwho?

RJ: Oh, come on! Jack Ripper and Darren Pesinger! You know? Rippercussions!

Wisecrack: Oh, THOSE TWO! What about'em? They can't even decide which one's the pitcher and which one’s the catcher; much less work as a tag team!

RJ: You're kidding, right? They held the tag team titles at PWA three times longer than your boys did! And they did that with Starrdom Nation breathing down their throats!

Wisecrack: Whatever. They never had to defend against my boys. And, another thing, Mercy and Indiana better lay off my peeps. Carny folks are strange sorts, but they don't take kindly to being looked down upon.

The clown looks deep into the camera; I saw what you did, ya Happy Days rejects! Don't push your luck with my family. The circus is coming ta town! And it's a three ring BITCH!!!

RJ: Just one more question...

Wisecrack: Not now junior. Gotta show to do. But I do want to make one thing clear to all. Me and the boys are tired of not being taken seriously. I mean, we're professionals. My boys rival the finest luchadores of all Mexico. And I am a premiere manager. So, ya better step up and respect this shit, homie!

Before Mackelroy can react, the clown throws off his robe to reveal an American Indian chief outfit. As Wisecrack puts on the outlandish headdress and smears warpaint on his face, El Loko and Maddog throw their robes off too. El Loko is wearing a motorcycle cop outfit with a helmet and Maddog has a navy outfit on.

Wisecrack: Now, if you’ll excuse me. We have some serious business to take care of!

OCC: Stay tuned to the PPV results for the conclusion!!

 

[Pete]

Sometime during the early stages of ACW Overdrive, Darren Pesinger and Jack Ripper sit backstage, intently watching Jack's laptop, where Wisecrack has just finished cutting his promo with young R. J. Mackelroy. The clown's final words echo from the tiny screen, and as he and his boys strips off their robes to reveal the costumes underneath, Jack frowns, muttering to himself:

Jack Ripper: So that's how he wants to play, huh?

To his partner's surprise, the young fashion designer then stands up, putting the laptop to one side and instead picking up his phone to dial a number.

Darren Pesinger: What's up, Jackie?

Jack Ripper: Nothing. We're just gonna play their...yes, hello? Adam? Listen, I need a favour...

As he continues to talk, the fashion designer steps out of the locker room for a moment, his partner quickly following suit. As quick as he is to react, however, Darren is only able to catch the tail end of the exchange between Jack and his interloper:

Jack Ripper: How soon can you make it here...? Uh-huh... That's perfect! ...Yeah, see you then, darling...bye.

Ripper hangs up the phone and whirls around, laughing as he sees his partner standing behind him:

Jack Ripper: Darren! Don't you know it's not nice to eavesdrop on people's private conversations?

Pesinger tries to sound nonchalant as he confronts his partner:

Darren Pesinger: Hell, Jack, I'm your partner. You ain't havin' no "private" conversations 'round me! Now, mind tellin' me who you was talkin' to just now?

Still smiling, Jackie relents, but still does not give too much away:

Jack Ripper: It was a friend of mine. I was asking a favour from him.

Darren frowns again:

Darren Pesinger: What kind of a favour?

Jack, however, says no more, merely smiling cryptically:

Jack Ripper: You'll see. Now c'mon, we're supposed to meet him out front, and he said he'd be here in a few minutes.

Begrudgingly, and muttering about how he is never told anything, the Southern superstar follows his partner to the outside of the Yonkers arena, where a white van has just pulled up. A thin young man with dyed brown hair and wearing all black is stepping out of the driver side, and smiles as he sees Jack approaching:

Man: Perfect timing!

Jack smiles back, and walks up to the driver, kissing him full on the lips, as Darren looks away, balking and protesting loudly:

Darren Pesinger: Aw, Jack! C'mon! I don't wanna see that!

His partner, however, pays him no mind, merely smiling as he introduces the two men in his life:

Jack Ripper: Darren, this is Adam. Adam, that's Darren, my tag-team partner. And in case you missed it, he's straight.

Adam smiles knowingly and greets Darren, who responds with a mumbled "hello". Then, the new arrival and Jackie make their way to the back of the van, and Adam opens the back door of the vehicle to pull out a clothes hanger:

Adam: Here it is.

Jack smiles:

Jack Ripper: Thanks, babe.

Then, as Darren comes loping closer curiously, in spite of himself, the young fashion designer removes the plastic wrapping from the hanger to look at what is beneath. And what he sees brings a smile to his lips.

Jack Ripper: It's perfect!

Darren, who by this point is peering curiously over Jack's shoulder, cannot stop himself from asking:

Darren Pesinger: What is it?

Rather than reply, however, the fashion designer spins around and holds out the hanger for his partner to appraise. Neatly hanging from it is a construction worker costume, complete with hard hat and tool belt. As the cowboy gawks at it in puzzlement, his partner, unable to keep a sly grin from invading his features, finally lays out his plan:

Jack Ripper: Did you see those costumes the clowns were wearing? Didn't they look familiar to you?

Darren ponders for a moment, and then the light of understanding shines on his features:

Darren Pesinger: Oh, yeah...

Knowing that his partner is filling in the blanks, Jack allows himself another sly smile:

Jack Ripper: That's right. And since you're already a cowboy, I had to be the construction worker! Fortunately, Adam works in a costume rental shop, and he had this one available for me to borrow...

Then, in a tone of triumph, he concludes:

Jack Ripper: So, if those clowns want to be the Village People...we'll be the Village People!

 

[Kiffy Lube]

It all opens at the Dream Diner. It's about midday and we see the team of Mercy & Indiana enjoying some lunch. They look ready to conquer the day. Mercy has a mouthful of food when Indiana pipes up.

Tracy Indiana: Hey, what's the plan for today, Boss?

Stephen Mercy: I don't know, Indiana. I had nothing planned.

Tracy Indiana: Well... There is something we can do.

Stephen Mercy: You got an idea? Let's hear it.

Tracy Indiana: Tell me you won't cause a scene first and get way too excited.

Stephen Mercy: You are usually the one all wound up...

Tracy Indiana: Okay then... In about a half an hour at that nearby dollar theatre... They are showing...

Stephen Mercy: Spit it out already.

Tracy Indiana: A Gene Autry picture show!

It's at this moment that Mercy actually spits out his own food all over the table including Indiana's meal. Mercy looks to very intrigued. Who wouldn't be?

Stephen Mercy: What are we waiting for?

Tracy Indiana: ...Not for me to finish eating apparently.

The two then politely take nearby napkins and clean themselves up. Soon after they leave in quick fashion leaving a few bucks for the food that is all over the place. A waitress looks on in disgust seeing as she'll have to clean up the mess. Mercy & Indiana are outside now and jumping into a sweet ride. We are off!

The scene cuts out for a second until we see the duo roll up to the theatre which is in shabby condition. They jump out of the vehicle like only they can and park in an obvious "no parking" zone but don't seem to care one bit. The two mumble to each other for a minute before purchasing two tickets for the show of their lives. We next see them entering inside and into the theatre itself.

Tracy Indiana: Where should we sit?

Stephen Mercy: I don't care... Here is fine.

They take a couple seats in the back looking ready for action.

Tracy Indiana: We got a few minutes...

Stephen Mercy: Yeah, what's on your mind?

Tracy Indiana: I didn't just want to go here to see Gene Autry...

Stephen Mercy: What are you talking about? We love Gene Autry.

Tracy Indiana: Last week you got me focused on the Lunatics... Now I want to get your focused on RipperCussions... More importantly Darren Pessinger...

Stephen Mercy: Well... We've already beaten him in tag action...

Tracy Indiana: Come on, man! That was by disqualification and his partner was Stevie Starr AND on top of that it was them Lunatics that got involved. Now Pessinger has brought in his gay friend and you know those guys give me the heebie jeebies...

Stephen Mercy: So maybe, I should have took you out shopping to get prepared instead of a carnival...

Tracy Indiana: No, that was a fun wake up call...

Stephen Mercy: So why are we here? Pessinger is a cowboy? He's certainly no Gene Autry, though...

Tracy Indiana: We have to be on our toes, Boss. It's about to start...

Stephen Mercy: Neat! Let's get this puppy underway!

[video=youtube;pRW8yWdMm28]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRW8yWdMm28[/video]
(was gonna post an entire film from YT but I doubt anyone would sit through that. This is an entertaining scene anyways.)

Around an hour later we come back to around to the tag team. Who are gladly satisfied with what they just witnessed. They discuss a few things as they leave in good spirits.

Stephen Mercy: Thanks, man. It's nice to rewind like this but we got short time before Overdrive we should get going. Plus, like I said Darren Pessinger is no Gene Autry.

Tracy Indiana: Oh man and you can say that again...

Stephen Mercy: What about Jack Ripper?

Tracy Indiana: The prostitute killer?

Stephen Mercy: No, you bonehead.

Tracy Indiana: I was just joking, give me a break. I don't want to think about him. Let's go work out a bit...

Stephen Mercy: I have sledge hammers and bricks set up a few blocks away...

Tracy Indiana: Well, let's get on our way then. OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Mercy & Indiana are now outside and their car is gone...

Stephen Mercy: I could have sworn I parked right here...

Tracy Indiana: You did...

Stephen Mercy: I don't have time to worry about this. Let's just walk... Ugh...

The two march off with Mercy looking a bit flustered that his car has been taken away. Indiana is looking around wondering what could have happened...
​

(OOC: Since you guys are cutting promos during the show. I guess you can pretend this was shown sometime during the PPV, I don't know.)

 

[Pete]

Actually, it doesn't have to be chronological Good to see we brought a second out of you though, Lou

May the best man (men?) win, and may those men be RipperCussions!