Early in the night, the cameras cut to the back of the Community Center in Yonkers to a nice lounge area with a couple of chairs and a table and some plants. Seated facing the camera is Martin Mays.
Martin Mays: Wrestling fans, tonight I would like to share with you an interview I was fortunate enough to get with a man who has accomplished much in the world of wrestling. Besides having careers with TNA and in the MMA, he was in development not long ago with the WWE. But his most popular escapades of late have been with the belated company, the POWERSLAM WRESTLING ALLIANCE. I’m talking, of course, of Zack Bronko; former PWA Undisputed Champion.
The camera cuts back to show Zack seated uncomfortably in the fancy seat. He’s still wearing his sunglasses and bandanna.
Martin Mays: Thank you for taking the…
Zack Bronko: Can we get this movin’, son? I got better things ta do.
Martin Mays seems taken aback a little: Oh, ok. Well, let’s get down to it. You and your associates have already made their presence known here in the ACW. Stevie Starr and Darren Pesinger both won their matches last week. But a lot of the talent in the back isn’t taking too kindly to the overexposure of the PWA on the show. In fact, comments you and the others have made have set off a firestorm of criticism!
Bronko jumps in: Yeah, I read their damn tweets. And I listened to their lame-ass interviews with the local radio stations. HELL, I even watched them on the show go on and on about it. Well, ya know. I think they need to get the hell over it. We spent the last three years building a company that drew crowds in the tens of thousands. And, if they think because that piss ant, Eric Bischoff, walks his ass in and pulls some legal shit and shuts down the offices in Phoenix that the PWA is done, then they don’t know shit.
Martin Mays: So, you have signed on…
Bronko responds back: I haven’t signed shit.
Martin Mays: Well, then, why are you here? And why did you intervene in the show last week?
Bronko sits up and makes Mays a bit nervous: Now, number one, that’s none of your damn business! But I answered a call from a friend. I’m here to watch after the PWA assets.
Martin Mays: I understand that, but the roster’s argument is that this isn’t the PWA. This is ACW and, if you are signing on, you need to drop the PWA flag waving.
Bronko looks a bit irritated but laughs unexpectantly: They do, do they?
Zack looks around: Well, Mays, I don’t see any of them here now. Kinda convenient, them running their mouths in the safety of wherever the hell they’re hidin’ at. What? Did they send you to be their spokesperson?
Martin Mays shakes his head nervously: OH, NO! I’m just repeating…
Bronko takes control of the interview: Well, you repeat this to them! We are the PWA and we’re not goin’ anywhere. The fact of the matter is I STILL BELIEVE. (Zack looks right at the camera)And Max…FUCK YOU! That’s right, I BELIEVE IN THE REVOLUTION. And if the ‘roster’ wants to keep their spots, they best step up! Now, if you’ll excuse me and even if you don’t, I got places to be and people to see after.
Zack stands immediately and begins unhooking the microphone off his leather jacket. He starts to walk off, but sees the cameraman is in his way.
Bronko: Now, get the hell outta my way, before I clear a path right through you!
The cameraman moves and Bronko storms by.
The camera pans back to a disheveled Martin Mays with nothing to say.
The pyros go off as DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS by Distrubed plays and the crowd makes a LOT of noise.
Over the noise, Martin Mays can be heard: That was earlier today and, Kareem, to tell the truth, I have no more information about this Bronko guy than I did before the interview.
Kareem Ali: Besides the fact that he’s angry and brings this PWA with him and he jumped two of our new young talent last week and THANKS, by the way, for introducing me, Mays!
Martin Mays: No, problem, Kareem.
Kareem Ali: Anyway, the new talent is waiting to somehow make up for getting jumped last week.
VS
VS
Evan Anderson vs Tristen Stryker vs Jacqui Monroe
“Can't Be Touched” by Roy Jones begins to play as Stryker comes out with a cocky grin on his face. He walks down to the center of the ramp, flexes then continues on down to the ring. He gets to the ring then jumps up onto the apron, enters the ring then waits in one of the corners.
Ashley Sparxxx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match. Introducing currently in the ring… from New York City. Tristin Stryker. And his opponent.
"Let it Rock" by Kevin Rudolf and Lil Wayne jams throughout the arena as Evan Anderson steps through the curtain. He is wearing his signature sunglasses and walks down the entrance ramp with a smirk on his face. He goes to high five a fan but moves his hand and mocks the fan. Anderson hops on the apron and poses as he enters the ring. He gets on the top rope and takes off his glasses. He hops down and chills in his corner.
Ashley Sparxxx: Ladies and gentlemen, from Miami Florida, this is Evan Anderson. And their opponent… hailing from Des Moines, Iowa and weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds. We like to introduce to you… Jacqueline Monroe.
"We Will Rise" by Arch Enemy hits and Jacqueline walks out from the curtains. She has her eyes set on her two opponents and determined to make a statement she doesn’t go for the pumping of the crowd or anything but heads straight to the ring. She walks up the ring steps and enters the ring. She takes her spot in one of the empty corners and keeps looking back and forth at her two opponents as Ashley Sparxxx exits out of the ring. The referee stands in the middle of the ring and signals for the match to begin and the bell ringer rings the bell as the three push each other out of their corners and towards the center of the ring.
Martin Mays: And here we are about to go. First woman to compete here ever since our fearless owner. And this is a triple thread match.
Kareem Ali: This should be very intense.
Martin Mays: I’m excited to see if this chick can survive or if she is in over her head with this one.
As they get closer to each other, Anderson and Stryker nod in agreement as they look at Monroe. She doesn’t back up in the slightest but the two of them double team as they pick her up and walk towards the ropes. They then unceremoniously dump over the top rope to the floor. Stryker returns to the middle of the ring and motions for Anderson to come over. Anderson leans over the ropes looking at Monroe as she is clutching at her back after that hard fall. “This is no place for a bitch. Get your ass back to the kitchen.” Anderson smiles as he turns to Stryker and engage in an elbow and collar tie up.
Kareem Ali: Wow… very harsh words from Anderson there.
Martin Mays: He’ll be paying for those words later. Any woman that gets in that ring does not want to hear that.
Kareem Ali: What are you? The spokesperson for women everywhere? You lost your balls?
Martin Mays: Yeah… in your woman’s mouth.
Kareem Ali: Shut up.
Back in the ring Anderson has Stryker in a headlock and flips him over onto his back on the canvas. He cranks on the headlock as Stryker starts to stir a little and get back up to his feet. Upon reaching their feet Stryker gets his arm up and gives Anderson a couple of forearm shots before pushing him forward into the ropes. Upon the rebound Anderson mulls over Stryker with a shoulder block sending him back down to the canvas. Anderson lifts both arms up to the crowd as they boo him. He turns around as Jacqueline springboards off the top rope and connects with a flying forearm smash into Anderson’s face knocking him down to the canvas. Monroe quickly gets up to her feet and mounts Anderson and starts raining rights and lefts across Anderson’s face. The quick brutality of it has some of the punches missing but most of them connecting against his cheek, his nose, under his eye, his mouth. She is relentless as Stryker stands and watches. He gets tired of watching and gets behind Monroe and locks his arms around her waist and using his strength lifts her off of Anderson and up over his head with a release german suplex causing her to flip in the air and land on her stomach. She clutches at her stomach right after landing.
Kareem Ali: That woman is vicious.
Martin Mays: Yeah but that landing… that just looked plain rough.
Anderson starts to stir as Stryker finishes stomping on the back on Monroe. He returns his attention to Anderson. Stryker gets Anderson up to his feet and his face has blood coming from his nose and swelling has started under his eye. Stryker smiles at the brutality that was unleashed on Anderson. He places his hands on Anderson’s head and starts headbutting him repeatedly. Over and over and over against his forehead before Anderson starts to crumple down to a knee. Once Anderson is down, Stryker grabs Anderson around the neck and drops to his back delivering a short snap DDT. He rolls Anderson over for the first pin of the match.
One…
Two…
Monroe dives across the ring pushing Stryker off of Anderson to end the count. Stryker gets up, obviously furious at the count being broken feeling that he had it won he lunges wildly at Monroe with a clothesline and misses. As he turns around he is met with a boot to his chin.
Kareem Ali: SUPER KICK!
Martin Mays: And with authority. That chick is nobody to mess around with.
Kareem Ali: Bet she would be killer in bed.
Martin Mays: Come on mannn… we’re live. Leave your fantasies for… Uh oh.
Mays stopped mid sentence as he sees Monroe grab for Stryker’s arm. She lifts it up and sits on Stryker’s chest. She places her right leg underneath his neck and uses her left leg as she places her right foot right where the bend of the left leg is. She tightens the hold and rolls to her side keeping hold of the arm.
Kareem Ali: Now that is a position I want to be in.
Martin Mays: Not unless you want to be choked out you don’t.
Monroe indeed has Stryker locked in a very tight triangle choke and he is starting to struggle to breathe. Anderson is starting to get to his feet but is still woozy from the headbutts as he stumbles backwards into a corner. Stryker looks like he is fading but in one big gasp he pulls himself up to his knees, up to his feet, uses his other arm and with all his might lifts up Monroe whom still has the triangle choke locked in very tight. He lifts her up and falls forward. The impact has Monroe release the hold as Stryker seems to has nearly collapsed. Monroe is writhing in pain after the massive power bomb. Anderson being the only one that is still on his feet stumbles over to Monroe and it is as if seeing her got his bearings straight. He pulls her up roughly by the hair and whips her into the corner. He then starts raining rights on top of her head over and over. The crowd started counting but the punches were happening in such rapid succession that they couldn’t keep count. Monroe starts sinking in the corner and Anderson starts stomping away at her midsection. Once she hits the canvas he shakes his head as he lifts her back up to her feet. He chops her across the chest as the crowd lets out a collective “WOOOOOOOOOO!” He isn’t satisfied as he rips her shirt revealing her sports bra and chops her again across the chest. Monroe in tremendous pain is clutching at her chest trying to catch her breath as the crowd let out another “WOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He gets his head under her arm and sits her on top of the turnbuckle. He climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and sticks her head under his arm. He gets her arm over his and powers her over for a massive suplex.
Kareem Ali: Appears as though Anderson has found his second wind and is taking it out on Monroe.
Martin Mays: Bitch deserved it.
Kareem Ali: What you mean… you were…
Martin Mays: Just get back to watching the match.
Anderson rolls over on top of Monroe and the referee starts a count.
One…
Two…
Thre…
Monroe manages to shoot her left arm up as that was the only part of her not covered by the weight of Anderson. Anderson rolls off of her obviously frustrated. He gets up to his feet and as he reaches down to pick up Monroe again he is met by a big boot to the side of the face by Stryker having finally recovered from the triangle choke unleashed by Monroe earlier. Stryker still clutching at his throat periodically picks up Monroe but is surprised by a small cradle attempt.
One…
Two…
Thre…
And Stryker barely manages to escape out of it as Monroe is still out on her back. Stryker coughs a couple of times before regaining most of his breath back. Without hesitating, Monroe grabs Styker and drops him with a face buster DDT otherwise known as…
Martin Mays: That’s a move she calls drop dead gorgeous or the DDG!!
Kareem Ali: And I think that’s it!
Martin Mays: Oh, no! Look out!
Suddenly, Anderson surprises Monroe with an attempted clothesline, but she ducks it, gives him a kick to the gut and drops him with another DDG!!
Martin Mays: Oh, MY GOD!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Monroe drops for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The referee raises Jacqueline’s arm in victory as the crowd gives her a nice pop!
Ashley Sparxxx: And your winner via pinfall, Jacqui Monroe!!
The crowd lights up as Monroe jumps up on the corner turnbuckle and raises her own arm in victory!
Martin Mays: I got to give her this. She’s a tough little lady.
Kareem Ali: Three weeks.
Martin Mays seems a little shocked: What?
Kareem Ali: Three weeks. That’s all I give her. She may not last that long.
Martin Mays tries to answer but is interrupted by the show’s theme DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS playing over the sound system.
Martin Mays: What is this?
Suddenly, the lovely and authoritative owner of ACW, Phoenix, steps out onto the stage area and marches down to the ring. Jacqui Monroe grins not knowing what to expect. The other two are on the outside of the ring licking their wounds. Phoenix gives them both a look and shakes her head. She, then, climbs into the ring. She is wearing a lime green, leather bikini top with tight matching pants. She calls for a microphone.
As she pulls the microphone up to say something, the crowd begins to shout PHOENIX over and over again out of appreciation for the shows she has put together.
Phoenix: Thank you. And welcome to Adrenaline.
The owner looks over at Monroe as she gets a strong pop from the home crowd.
Phoenix: Thank you, Ms. Monroe, for making the first match a real brawl. Welcome to ACW.
Jacqui smiles, nods and mouths ‘thanks’.
Phoenix looking at the other two: As for you two, last week you get blindsided in the back and, this week, you lose to…
Monroe looks up expecting the Owner to say ‘girl’ with an irritated look on her face.
Phoenix stops and looks at Jacqui: you lose to one of the best young talents I’ve seen in a while.
The crowd pops to the respect in agreement.
Phoenix: My first thought is to fire you. BUT, I’m going to give you one last chance. BOTH of you will be in a tag match against some new talent. And, if you lose…
The crowd shouts: LOSERS! LOSERS! LOSERS!
Phoenix smiles: I WILL fire you.
As WE WILL RISE by Archenemy plays celebrating Monroe’s victory, Phoenix walks over and shakes her hand and congratulates her.
Martin Mays: A showing of respect by the management. It’s a whole lot more than any other superstar has gotten from Phoenix.
Kareem Ali: THREE WEEKS. That’s it.
VS
vs
Henri Calvash vs Markus Crimson vs Billy Young
Rev Theory - Light It Up - YouTube
~ The arena darkens and the titantron flickers to life. Showing a hazy smoke filled room, it looks dilapitated, a torn punching bag hangs at an angle from one of it's three chains. Foam spills from the mats on the ground as well as the punching bag. The supports and beams of wood holding the roof up seem to be rotting and about to collapse. The clip then fades to the words, "Whos the best there is..". A man sits on a steel folding char in the middle of the room, looking down and breathing heavily. Beads of sweat drip from his forehead to the mat making an audible 'plop' sound. The clip then fades to the words, "The best there was" The house groans and strains under it's own weight, struggling to remain standing. The camera then pans to the side where you can make out some faint words on a placard. ~
"The Dungeon"
~ The crowd emits a small cheer, knowing that means he's in the old Hart Family dungeon, the clip then fades again to the words, "...and the best there ever will be?". The camera then pans back to Henri, who suddenly looks up at the camera and smiles. ~
Henri Calvash: ME!
~ The crowd smiles and chuckles at the creativeness of the promo more then the wrestler himself, before the crowds murmurs die down. "Light it Up" by Rev Theory blasts over the PA. The crowd cheers as they dont have to wait a month and be subjected to cryptic promos every week before they get to see this guy in action. Henri Calvash expldoes from the back as the song kicks off beating his chest and screaming. He raises his hands to a huge explosion of pyro!
Ashley SParxxx: Entering the arena, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada; HENRY CALVASH!
ONCE he is in the ring…
Papa Roach - Last Resort Instrumental - YouTube
As the lead guitar kicks in, a blue light shines around the arena, lighting the whole place up. Young steps on to the stage, and stands at the top of the entrance ramp. A shower of sparks shoots up behind Young, as he drops his black robe. Sporting white and black tights, and a Powerslam Wrestling Alliance shirt, Young makes his way to the ring. Taunting the fans on his way, Young rolls into the ring, and the lighting of the arena changes back to its normal settings. Young stands on the turnbuckle, and surveys the crowd. As his music cuts off, Young jumps on the turnbuckle, and requests a mic. Standing in the middle of the ring, Young once again looks over the crowd as he brings the mic to his lips.
Young: So this is what all the hypes about, eh?
The crowd boos for a while, and Young just grins. Calvash points at him from the outside of the ring, but Young doesn’t seem to notice. As the crowd settles down, Young continues his speech.
Young: They told me I couldn't miss out on this. They told me I'd fit in perfectly. They told me it was a once in a lifetime chance. Well here's what I should have told them when I signed that damn contract; There's no way I could fit in perfectly, when perfection stands out!
A 'you suck' chant echoes throughout, and once again Young wipes it off like a grain of sand. Young begins to pace around the ring.
Martin Mays: Here we have these two newcomers...two very cocky young men from Canada...and they each say they are the best around! But methinks they are going to have to prove it here tonight!
Kareem Ali: Well, you know what they say, Martin..."all bark, no bite"...and these two are barking their little hearts out, so make of that what you will!
At this moment, Markus Crimson's intro hits, and soon the big red menace comes out, eyes set on the ring.
Kareem Ali: And speaking of "all bark, no bite", here's a guy who's "all bite, no bark!" Talk about your strong and silent type, Martin - this guy barely says a word! I wonder if they ever taught him English back at the orphanage?
Having completed his entrance, Markus Crimson is now scaring Ashley Sparxx out of the ring by giving her a frightening stare. Then, as the curvaceous announcer scarpers out of the ring, he locks eyes with the two smaller men, one in each corner across from him. Despite the difference in size, neither Young nor Calvash seem intimidated by the big man, and both look like they're concocting strategies to take him down.
Once the bell rings, however, it is Crimson who moves instantly, advancing towards his opponents and picking each of them up by the throat, in a double chokeslam. He then forces them up against the turnbuckle, straining their back, before tossing them over the ropes into the outside.
Kareem Ali: What dfid I tell you about dogs just now, Martin?
Martin Mays: Well, they also say "it's not the size of the dog in the fight", don't they?
Kareem Ali: Yeah...whoever says that obviously has never lived.
As the commentators argue, Crimson has exited the ring and gone to pick up his two opponents. He rams Young against the steel steps, while Calvash is sent head-first into the apron. As Crimson prepares to roll the Canadian into the ring, however, he is hit with a clothesline from behind by Billy Young. This causes only mild discomfort to the monster, but as he turns around to punish the smaller man for his gall, he is hit in the chest with a dropkick!
Martin Mays: Billy Young putting his body on the line here, but he has managed to stop the big man!
Kareem Ali: Got lucky...just got lucky...
Calvash and Billy Young are now double-teaming the bigger man, whom they have managed to bring down. Calvash sits on Crimson's chest, applying punches to his head, while Young stomps about the viking's midsection. Having seemingly done away with their foe, the two roll into the ring and concentrate on each other.
Here begins a masterclass of reversals, which has the fans 'oooh' ing and 'aaah'ing. Each of the two men tries to lock in some form of submission or another, but neither succeeds, and in the end it is Young who prevails, as he performs a bulldog, planting Calvash. He goes for the cover.
ONE...
TW...
The pin is broken by the revived Markus Crimson, who then tosses Young across and goes for the cover himself. Calvash, however, prevents this by kicking out his feet, making the larger man stumble. Taking the opportunity, Calvash nimbly nips up and prepares to attack Crimson. Before he can, however, he is caught by a spear from Billy Young, who then wastes no time in attacking Markus Crimson with punches, before eventually throwing him over the ropes.
Martin Mays: Look at Young! Young on the offense, and tossing Markus Crimson out with authority!
Young, however, has lost too long, and Calvash is already clambering to his feet behind him.
Martin Mays: And Calvash still reeling from that Spear...but look at this! Bulldog from Calvash, payback from earlier! Here's the cover!
ONE...
TWO...
A kickout at two by Billy Young, as Calvash now picks him up, Irish whips him to the ropes, then connects with a leg lariat for another cover!
ONE...
TWO..
THR...
NO! Young kicks out just in the nick of time, leaving a frustrated Calvash. So distraught is he that he does not see Markus Crimson coming up behind him, and gets hit in the back of the head with a clothesline. Crimson then picks each man up over his shoulder, as if they were two sacks of potatoes, and slams them to the mat with a big double pump handle slam! He covers both men...
ONE...
TWO...
TH...
NO! In a strange twist of fate, both competitors kick out at the exact same time, leaving the commentators astonished:
Kareem Ali: Did you see that, Martin Mays? They couldn't have synched it better if they were trying to!
Despite the kick out, however, both the smaller competitors are still in rather bad shape, rolling around on the mat. However, as Crimson stands over them, assessing what to do next, each of them reacts at (once again), the exact same time, showing sufficient presence of mind to grab one of Crimson's legs and make him trip, attempting a rollup cover! In their semi-dazed state, none of them is 100% aware that the other is covering, and as a result, the referee ends up kneeling to count a double cover!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Kareem Ali: What the hell happened? Who won?
Martin Mays: They both won, Kareem! They both covered Crimson!
Kareem Ali: But...but...
Ashley Sparxx: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your joint winners of this match...Billy Young and Henri Calvash!
The referee raises the limp hands of both men, with both still writhing around in the mat, not quite aware of what's going on. Calvash begins to plead with the referee. But Billy Young decides to take his frustrations out on the back of his fellow Canadians head in the form of a blindside clothesline. Rolling out of the ring, the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos as Billy is still seen ranting and raving as he leaves. Henri Calvash is seen staring a whole through the back of Young’s fleeing head!
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VS
Eric Snow vs Kraven vs Cory Allen
Ashley Sparxx: The following is a Triple Threat contest and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Delray, Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 185 pounds, CORYYYYYYY AAAAALLLLEEEENNNN!!
"Juggalo Homies" begins to play as Cory explodes onto the ramp, carrying out his usual high octane entrance, slapping hands with the fans, then acrobatically slingshotting over the ropes, to the approval of the small but loyal crowd. A fan is shown briefly, holding up a sign that reads "COREY I'M SINGLE", as the lights dim and another song starts up on the PA system.
Ashley Sparxx: And introducing his opponent, from parts unknown, weighing in at 226 pounds, he is 'THE INSANE ENIGMAAAAAAA', KRAAAAAAVEEEEEENNNNN!
Kraven steps through the curtain to the sounds of "Enter Sandman"'s trademark intro, slowly making his way to the ring under the purple lights and eerie mist. As the lights come up again, he stares a hole into young Cory Allen, as the third and final contestant begins to make his entrance.
Ashley Sparxx: And introducing their opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is 'THE X-FACTORRRRRRRR'....ERIIIIIIIIIC SNNNNOOOOWWWWW!!
"Pardon Me" by Incubus blares through the speakers, as smoke and pyro go off in front of the entrance curtain. After a short delay, the man of the hour appears, opening his arms wide to embrace the supposed acclaim of the crowd before making his way to the ring.
Martin Mays: And Eric Snow certainly seems confident here, after what we saw earlier tonight in 'The X-Factor', when he got involved in a brawl with Cory Allen...
The feed cuts to frame-within-a-drame mode, as we see a replay of that incident in a small box, the main screen still showing Snow completing his entrance. Shortly thereafter, the bell rings, and the match begins!
The three men begin by circling each other for a few seconds, before both Cory Allen and Kraven lunge at Eric Snow. "The X-Factor" ducks under their double clothesline, and applies one of his own as his two opponents turn around. He then picks up little Cory Allen and throws him forcefully to the outside.
Kareem Ali: Eric Snow, with authority!
Martin Mays: But watch out...!
In busying himself with Cory Allen, Snow has left Kraven unattended, and as he turns around, he runs right into a big punch from the freak! It seems like he is going to topple over, but he just manages to hook his forearms onto the ropes. Kraven takes advantage of his vulnerable position to land a couple more European uppercuts, before Allen, on the outside, pulls Eric Snow's leg, making him fall forward. As Kraven takes the chance to get a few shots in, Allen punishes Snow's leg with a jumping leg drop, before slingshotting his way back up to the apron, over the ropes, and onto Kraven!
Martin Mays: Look at Cory ALLEN!
Caught unawares, the freak from parts unknown topples to the floor, as Cory gets the first cover of the matchup!
ONE...
TWO...
Eric Snow breaks up the pin, lunging forward to punch Cory in the ribs. The young cruiserweight accuses the blow, writhing in pain as Snow goes for the cover himself.
ONE...
TWO...
Kraven kicks out, as Cory also breaks the pin with a punch to the head of Snow. Then, as all three men slowly clamber to their feet, Snow is the first to react, with a dropkick to the back of Kraven! Pumped up, he runs to the ropes behind him, gains momentum, and launches onto the oncoming Cory Allen with a big splash!
Martin Mays: Impactful move there by Eric Snow...goes for the cover...
ONE..,
TWO...
Kraven breaks up the count with a boot to the skull of Snow, then, as he writhes around, picks up Corey Allen and throws him to the outside. He then begins to stalk Eric Snow, as if deciding the best way to annihilate him.
Kareem Ali: Look at Kraven...he's like a cat stalking his prey...
In the end, Kraven decides to pick up his groggy opponent and apply some chops to the chest, as the crowd 'ooh's. He then delivers a few more uppercuts to the dazed Eric Snow, before throwing him to the opposite ropes. He never capitalizes, however, as, from behind, Cory Allen launches onto him with a flying clothesline! Snow, coming back from the ropes, gets Kraven's full body weight on him as the two men fall onto the mat!
Kareem Ali: That's gotta hurt for Eric Snow, caught in the crossfire there...
There is a lull in the match, as the three men clamber to their feet. Cory is first up, and he pulls Kraven to his feet and also begins to apply chops. This takes the two to the further turnbuckle, where they become occupied with one another, leaving Snow to his own devices at the other end of the ring. Slowly, but surely, the high-flying cruiserweight begins to get up. He looks over, sees his two opponents involved in a brawl, but decides not to intervene. Instead, he turns around, and begins to climb the turnbuckle, as the crowd cheer, unsure of what his plan is. The commentators are not too sure either:
Martin Mays: Eric Snow deciding not to go for his opponents...and it seems like he's got a plan here...
Kareem Ali: He'd better have a plan, Martin, because none of those two boys will be sleeping on the job, and they're gonna come for him!
After a moment, however, Snow's plan begins to become evident, as Allen manages to throw Kraven onto the outside and seems to remember there is another opponent to deal with. He turns around, expecting to find Snow on the floor several feet away, To his surprise, however, his opponent's not there; instead, he is perched atop the turnbuckle, grinning down at him. It is at this point that Martin Mays finally catches on:
Martin Mays: Uh-oh...Cory Allen could be in big trouble here...and here's Eric SNOOOOOOOOH MY! X-SPLASH on Corey Allen! This could be it!
And indeed, Eric Snow has just lunged off the top rope in the frogsplash he calls the X-SPLASH! Cory, caught unawares, receives the full impact on his chest, as Snow goes for the cover. Kraven begins to climb the apron, attempting to break the pin, but he is groggy and clearly won't make it on time. And indeed, Cory's shoulders are down, the referee on his knees...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Martin Mays: ...and Eric Snow's got it here! A cunning game plan made up on the fly, that ended up undoing Cory Allen! This is the exciting caliber of wrestling we have here on ACW, and proof positive that our superstars can beat any newcomers!
Ashley Sparxx: Here is your winner, 'THE X-FACTOOOOORRRRR...ERIIIIIIC SNNNNOOOOOWWW!"
Eric looks pleased with himself as Ashley raises his hand and the camera fades out onto a commercial break.
Shortly after the third bout, Martin Mays is seen backstage.
Martin Mays: Ladies and Gentlemen, I regret to inform you that match scheduled between Raiden Blaze and Johan Johanson has had to be postponed till next week due to some traveling issue. But I guarantee you that the two wrestlers will be in the ring next week on Adrenaline! So, that means our next match will be our fourth match of the night between Aaron Asterisk and Big John McHenry. One of which I have here waiting for a quick interview.
John McHenry steps into view with that smug ass look on his face.
Martin Mays: John, last week, you performed another in a long string of interferences that resulted in Christopher Flair winning…AGAIN. Can you please explain yourself?
McHenry looks strong at Mays: Explain myself? Explain MYSELF? You’re kidding, right? Number one, I have nothing to explain. I did what I did to prove a point.
Martin Mays: A point? What would that be?
John McHenry smiles and steps up to the camera: Well, I’m glad you asked. The point that NO ONE gets to the title without me! And, very soon, NO ONE will get to the title unless they go THROUGH ME!
Martin Mays stutters: Bubububut that would mean…
McHenry pushes Mays totally off the screen: I didn’t stutter! You did! I’m JOHN McHENRY. I’m the king maker and, very soon…
John smiles and walks off camera leaving Mays asking: Very soon, what?
VS
John McHenry vs Aaron Asterisk
Ashley Sparxx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachussets, weighing in at 240lbs....AARONNNNNN "A-STAAAAAR" ASTERIIIIIISSSSKKKK!!!
Remember the Name by Fort Minor begins to play, as Aaron Asterisk comes out. He stops in the middle of the ramp, as star-shaped pyro erupts behind him, then continues the run down to the ring. Once in there, he removes his flashy jacket and hands it to the ring announcer, just as another song begins to play.
Martin Mays: Asterisk looking for a win here tonight, against the always lethal John McHenry....
Kareem Ali: And speaking of the devil...
Ashley Sparxx: And introducing his opponent, from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, weighing in at 253 pounds....JOOOOOOOOHHHNNNNNN MCHENNNNNRRRRYYYYY!!!
A cash register is heard throughout the arena, soon followed by the first notes of Pink Floyd's "Money". As he walks down to the ring, John McHenry is all business, removing his suit jacket and tie so that he is in only a shirt from the waist up as he enters the ring and faces off with Asterisk.
The referee rings the bell and the two men lunge at each other. The larger McHenry immediately gains advantage, with a side headlock which he keeps for a few moments before applying a standing leg sweep to trip Asterisk up. He performs an elbow drop, then turns the younger man over and begins to apply an arm bar. Asterisk, clearly in pain, does however make it to the ropes. McHenry releases the hold, but punishes his opponent with a boot to the head.
Martin Mays: BIG boot to the head there by McHenry, as Asterisk is in all kinds of trouble!
McHenry stops to remove his shirt, before pulling his opponent to his feet and whipping him across, only to meet him with a big scoop slam. He then goes for the elbow drop to the head, but Asterisk rolls quickly out of the way, then attempts to counter with a cover...
ONE...
Aaron doesn't even get a two-count, as McHenry kicks out violently, throwing his opponent off of him, then performing a running splash onto Asterisk!
Martin Mays: What impact by McHenry! Here's the cover!
ONE...
TWO...
TH...
Asterisk kicks out just in time, but doesn't seem to be able to go much longer. McHenry, unfazed, locks in his "Ringing The Bell" submission and, with the combination of the pressure to the head and neck and the punches to the skull, soon has Asterisk tapping out.
Martin Mays: Oh my god..."Ringing The Bell"...and that's it! That's it! McHenry's got it!
Ashley Sparxx: Here is your winneeeeeerrrr....JOOOOOHNNNN MCHEENNNNNNRRRYYYY!!
The camera zooms in on McHenry, looking pretty pleased with himself for such a conclusive win, as the show cuts to commercial.
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The cameras cut to the commentator’s table where Kareem Ali sits by himself.
Kareem Ali: Wrestling fans, last week we witnessed a brutal blood-fest between four ruthless competitors; The Prince of Dark Pleasure, Vampyro Lemures, the Synyster Gates, Brian Haner Jr., that sick clown, Zasalamel and “Sharp” Finn MacPherson. What happened next was a pure massacre! MacPherson and Haner are still not cleared to wrestle due to the injuries inflicted upon them mostly by Zasalamel. And, now, Mays is backstage to get an update on the fourth and remaining survivor of that fateful match.
Martin Mays is seen standing outside of a door marked, Vampyro LeMures.
Martin Mays: Right as I walked up the locker room of the Prince of Dark Pleasure, the main trainers were called in. For what reason, we aren’t sure.
Suddenly, the door flies open and Vampyro falls out screaming: Zasalamel!! I have something for you, old friend!!!
The wrestlers head is bandaged and you can see blood stains on it.
Vampyro pulls himself up on the door step and looks at Mays: Why have you come? Are you here to stop me too?
Martin Mays: Well, no…
Vampyro LeMures: Well, good..
Suddenly, the pale superstar looks a little tipsy and almost falls. Suddenly, about five security guards rush in and catch him, but they have to subdue him, because Vampyro is flailing and screaming!
Vampyro: NO!!!
The security guards finally get the better of him and the head trainer is seen with a syringe. He sticks the needle in Vampyro and injects something into him.
Vampyro screams: NO!!! Please…I only want to TALK to him…
The look in Vampyro’s eyes tells you he’s lying. Suddenly, the strange wrestler passes out.
Martin Mays addresses the Head Trainer: What in the world is going on here?
Head Trainer: I’m sorry. I cannot in good conscious release Vampyro Lemures to wrestle tonight. He has moderate concussion, but we’re just not sure how bad it is yet. I just sedated him because he refuses to stay out of the ring.
The Trainer looks down at the limp body of Vampyro: I only hope he’ll forgive us for having to take such actions.
The cameras cut back to Kareem.
Kareem Ali: Oh, my GOD! That sick clown has taken out three of our roster and, with Vampyro out, that leaves the new guy alone in the ring with that sadistic clown, Zasalamel!! Phoenix has to call this off!!
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Suddenly, COWARDICE by Defeater begins to play and the crowd grows quiet; not knowing what comes next. Without much fanfare, a young, new wrestler steps out cautiously onto the opening area.
Kareem Ali: Well, here he comes…the new guy…hope you survive the experience!
Ashley Sparxxx: The next contest is scheduled for one fall. Entering the arena, from Boston, Massachusetts, ANDREW SANDERS!”
As Sanders steps out onto the light, we can see he’s dragging something.
We can hear Martin Mays voice off camera: Kareem, I just got word that the new guy is brining a steel chair with him to the ring. Apparently, he’s taking no chances with Zasalamel!
Kareem Ali: Well, can you blame him. Look how the guy is watching all angles. That sick clown can come at you from any direction.
Sanders can be seen walking down the ramp looking behind him a couple of times. Suddenly…
The haunting notes of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata begin to play and Andrew Sanders stops cold on the ramp. Not showing fear, but awareness, he turns to see the entrance of the twisted clown. The new guy raises his chair at the ready and tightens his grip. Unexpectantly, Zasalamel slides out from under the ring, his own chair in hand, and runs at Sanders. Surprisingly, the new superstar turns to meet the attack! Both chairs clack hard; glancing off each other. As Zasalamel goes for another whack, Andrew nails the dark clown in the midsection with his chair. The clown drops his chair and Sanders drops him with something akin to atwist of hate on the chair and the steel of the ramp!
Suddenly, Martin Mays shouts: Oh, NO! Not again!
Kareem Ali: Well, at least this time somebody got the shot off on that dirty clown!!
Sanders picks up Zasalamel and drags him to the ring and forces him in.
Kareem Ali: Why in the hell did he do that? He should have just finished him on the ramp! That would have served that sicko right!
Martin Mays: Well, maybe…just maybe…he wanted to get the match started to prove his prowess in the ring?
The referee calls for the bell as Sanders climbs into the ring.
VS
Andrew Sanders vs Zasalamel
Sanders goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
The clown kicks out!
Kareem Ali: I’m tellin’ ya that kid is no good! Did you see that? He went for the pin. Prove his ring prowess? Really?
Martin Mays; I’m not sure. We don’t have a lot about this guy besides he’s from the PWA.
Kareem Ali: Oh, God!! I don’t like him already!
Martin Mays: Anyway, he was hardcore champion twice! So, I think he can handle himself in extreme circumstances.
Kareem Ali: Well, it’s about to get extreme! That clown is up!
Zasalamel catches Sanders from behind and flips him in a clean suplex! After yelling in the young new talents ear, the clown grabs Andrew and puts him in a violent arm bar; yanking hard. Sanders shows the pain in his face as he tries to power himself out.
Martin Mays: These two are really evenly matched physically; both within a couple of inches and a few pounds off each other.
Kareem Ali: Well, right now, that dirty clown is on top of the new guy. Sanders better do something fast or this one is over!
Sanders, then, flips his feet up over his head and catches the ropes! The referee warns Zasalamel, but he won’t let the hold go!! Sander’s face is going red.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
The clown finally lets go and gets up. Sanders rolls out and pulls himself up only to get a kick to the side! Zasalamel follows up with an ax handle to the side of the newbie’s head! The referee gives the clown a warning and he gets an earful from the makeup smeared face. Sanders rolls out of the ring to catch a breather. Zasalamel sees this and baseball slides out of the ring. Sanders sees him coming though. The newbie jumps to the apron and launches into a missle dropkick; knocking Zasalamel backwards and sending him flipping into the crowd!
Martin Mays: OH MY GOD! AMAZING!!
We get a small chant of HOLY SHIT from the crowd as Sanders finally gets up off the floor and goes to see where the clown ended up. But, as Andrew comes up to the barricade, Zasalamel appears out of nowhere and catches his head in a cutter position and drops him chin first onto the barricade! The clown is seen just sitting against the barricade in the audience just smiling at the camera.
Suddenly, he stops smiling and speaks to the camera: All is lost, kiddies…All is lost…
Zasalamel suddenly jumps up and leaps over the barricade. He stands over the fallen Sanders with a wicked smile on his painted face. Andrew gives the clown a few shots to the gut, but it doesn’t stop him. He chops the new guys shoulder hard and Sanders yells out in pain. Zasalamel, then, gives a flying knee across the new guys face which is now bleeding. The clown is quick to flip Sanders in position for the CRADLE TO GRAVE piledriver!
Martin Mays: Oh, no! Not again! Phoenix needs to get in here and stop this!!
Kareem Ali: Why? It’s just getting interesting!
Out of nowhere, Sanders feet get locked around the neck of Zasalamel! His eyes grow wide as Andrew flips the clown in a Hurricarana; sending him flying hard into the ringsteps!!
Martin Mays: He did NOT see that coming!!
Sanders, bleeding pretty bad now, picks up the steel chair and swings for the fences; nailing Zasalamel in the head. Now the white face paint is speared in blood and both men look messed up.
Martin Mays: This needs to be stopped. I don’t remember this being fought under hardcore rules!!
Kareem Ali: When did you become such a pussy, Mays? Why don’t you go sit down and pee somewhere!!
Sanders goes for another chair shot, but Zasalamel catches the chair and whips it out of his opponent’s hand. Without thinking about it, the clown nails Sanders across the forehead again! As Andrew falls, Zasalamel drops to the floor.
Suddenly, we can hear the referee counting!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Zasalamel pulls himself up and drags himself into the ring. Sanders is stiring.
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
Sanders crawls up the ring steps as the crowd chants: Hardcore! Hardcore!
NINE!
Out of nowhere, Zasalamel comes running and knocks Sanders off the apron into the barricade. That stops the count and the referee scolds the clown. The camera gets a shot of Sanders on the barricade muttering and staring at the clown.
Martin Mays: Sanders is out of his mind right now!
Kareem Ali: You’d have to be to fight this crazy clown!
Sanders pulls himself up and starts into the ring. Zasalamel meets him at the ropes and grabs his head; DDTing him hard to the mat. He, then, picks up the newcomer, raises him up and drops him with the Fur Elise!
One!
TWO!
THREE!
The referee goes to lift the clown’s hand, but the paranoid freak pulls it away and glares at the official. Zasalamel rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. Sliding it into the ring, he climbs up on the ropes and stares psychotically at the crowd.
Kareem Ali: OH, NO! I don’t like the look in that clowns eyes!
The disheveled, bloodied clown climbs in and begins to beat Sanders with the chair. It takes a whole group of security to pull him off.
Zasalamel, finally, rolls out of the ring and walks slowly out to his music.
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The cameras cut to the back and a young, intern interviewer stands ready with microphone in hand.
Interviewer: My name is R J Mackelroy and I am here to get the RUNDOWN.
Suddenly, Stevie Starr steps into view.
RJ Mackelroy: That's why I'm here with former PWA champion, Stevie Starr, to hear his reaction to a meeting he and Pesinger had earlier about the match tonight.
Stevie smiles; looking a little annoyed: My thoughts. Right. Hey, kid, you shave yet?
RJ Mackelroy: Yes.
Stevie: You get laid...never mind...of course you haven't. Look at that sweater vest. And, on top of that, no body cares. So, back to my thoughts that EVERYBODY cares about. Let's just say, Pesinger and I aren't seeing eye to eye. He's not accustomed to enetering the ring with greatness and I'm not used to having a two bit reject from DELIVERENCE tell me what to do.
Stevie doesn't wait for another question, but looks at the camera: And don't forget to buy the Hangover and Hangover Part Two on DVD and Blueray. The Hangover Three is in production. And I'm in negotiations with Charlie Sheen to do Hangover Four! Man, life just keeps getting better and better when you're Stevie Starr!
He walks off leaving the kid holding the mic.
Martin Mays: A man of many words and little concern for anybody other than himself, that Stevie Starr.
Kareeem Ali: Well, what do you expect out of those glory hound PWA guys.
and
VS
Stevie Starr and Darrin Pesinger VS Mercy and Indiana
The commentators are interrupted by KISS MY COUNTRY ASS by Blake Sheldon blaring over the sound system. It can barely be heard though over the sound of the crowd booing. Darren Pesinger steps out with his girl Bambi.
Ashley Sparxxx: This contest is set for one fall and is a tag team match. Entering first, from Macon, Georgia, weighing in at 238 pounds, Darrin Pessinger!
Martin Mays: Well, this crowd really isn't behind this cowboy, Pesinger.
Kareem Ail: Well, apparently, his partner isn't either!
Then, as if on cue...
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Darrin Pesinger was half way down the ramp and not looking a bit happy, as the lights go down and the spotlights flash. Finally, they rest upon the person of Stevie Starr on top of the ramp. There is a bit of a squeal from the ladies in the audience, but the guys are getting loud; showing their dislike of the movie star.
Ashley Sparxxx: And, his partner, from Blackpool, England, but living and starring in Hollywood, California; STEVIE STARR!
Starr walks down to the ring stopping to kiss a few beauties and signing a few autographs. He also stops to pose for a few pictures as the cameras cut to Pesinger in the ring seething. Finally, both men are in the ring and giving each other a look. Starr grins as...
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Suddenly, the signature candy apple red 57 chevy enters the arena and Steven Mercy and Tracy Indiana are seen riding on the back of the covertable. Two hot blonde beauties with poodle skirts are in the front; one is driving. The crowd gives a huge pop as they near the ring area. Jumping out and giving their girls a kiss, the number one tag team of the ACW makes their way to the ring.
Ashley Sparxxx: And, their opponents, with a combined weight of 425 pounds, MERCY AND INDIANA!!!
As Mercy tells the girls to stay put, Indiana looks into the camera and lets out a trademark 'Oooooooooooo!'
It's a good thing the girls stayed behind, because Pesinger hits Indiana from out of nowhere! He, then, catches Mercy with a kick to the gut and flips him into the audience. The cameras catch sight of Starr on the other side of the ring talking to a hot, young New York bruenette. Indiana grabs Pesinger and throws him into the steel steps hard.
The crowd lets out a painful: OH!!
Mercy has recovered from the crowd and gives Darrin a boot to the side of the head! The referee warns the tag team with disqualification and they back off with their hands in the air like they were'nt doing anything.
As Indidna 'helps' Pesinger into the ring, Martin Mays finds his voice; Oh, my. Mercy and Indiana are NOT taking these two lightly.
Kareem Ali; Well, it serves the cowboy right, if you ask me!
Mercy slides in the ring and the bell rings to start the match. Pesinger is still a bit dazed as the leather jacket comes off and Mercy grabs the cowboy and pulls him up. He quickly slaps a suplex on Pesinger and tags Indiana in. He wastes no time dropping a hard elbow onto his opponent. Indiana pulls Darrin up and drops him again with a DDT! In fluid motion, he tags in Mercy and drops Pesinger in a sustained back breaker and Mercy jumps with a leg drop off the top rope!!
Kareem Ali: The Death sentence already?
Mercy goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Pesinger kicks out!
Martin Mays: How in the world! I figured he was done! But where's his tag team partner?
The camera cuts to Starr talking sweet to that young beauty. He notices Pesinger crawling over for a tag and jumps up to the apron.
Martin Mays: Well, at least , he'll be there to help his partner.
As Mercy closes in, Darrin sees him coming and mule kicks him in the privates. The crowd lets out a groan as Pesinger reaches for the tag. Stevie reaches out but pulls his hand back. Dropping to the floor, he leaves Darrin hanging on the corner turnbuckle shocked. As Stevie climbs over the barricade, he and the lovely brunette walk through the crowd and out of the arena.
Martin Mays: I can't believe this! He's leaving Pesinger to deal with ACW's best tag team BY HIMSELF!!
Kareem Ali: He's toast. Ha! Ha!
As Stevie Starr exits the building, Mercy, who sees what is going on, pulls Darren back towards the centre of the ring, then all the way to the other turnbuckle, where he tags in Indiana. The two greasers take profit of the few seconds in between the tag and the order for Mercy to leave, and perform a quick double team on the cowboy, punishing him with stomps. The referee continues to try to separate them, but Mercy and Indiana pay him no mind and go for their finishing combo of Superplex and Superfly Leap! They pull it off, and Indiana, the legal man, goes for the cover. But just as the referee is kneeling down to count to three...
Martin Mays: What is this?! Who is this?!
A small, lean figure has just appeared, whisking down the ramp at full speed, steel chair in hand. As he approaches the ring, Mercy squares off to him, but the newcomer hits him over the head with the chair. He then climbs the apron and breaks Indiana's pin by hitting him in the back with the steel chair as well. The referee calls for the bell, signalling the victory of the rockabilly duo, but the two don't seem too happy, as they regroup and retire, moodily.
Ashley Sparxx: The winners of this contest, as the result of a disqualification, Mercy and Indiana!
As the pair's theme song echoes through the small arena, however, it is another pair who stand triumphant in the middle of the ring. As the new arrival raises his partner's hand in the air, the camera closes up on an astonished Darren mouthing the question:
Darren Pesinger: What are you doing here?
Then, it switches around, to show the newcomer's smiling face uttering the simple answer:
Jack Ripper says where we cant hear him, we can read his lips: I was in town...
Mercy and Indiana are beside themselves! They're happy they won, but not happy about the attack.
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The familiar old style rock and roll music gets everyone's attention. Suddenly, from the back about eight young women in poodle skirts run down the ramp and stand, four on each side and dance. As the chorus hits, two figures in leather jackets and white tees (much like Mercy and Indianas) step out onto the stage area. The crowd likes the music and ACW's number one tag team and their girls like it too and dance a little too. That is, until they get wind of who it is who has stepped out onto the stage!
The cameras cut in close as the new arrivals take out a comb and pull back their greasy, long hair.
Martin Mays: Wait a minute! That's those two Mexican rejects from last week! What the hell do they want?
Kareem Ali: I don't know, but it can't be good.
The music keeps playing as a new dancer hits the stage and dances with El Loko and maddog. Only problem, this dancer, although wearing a poodle skirt like the rest, is thinner and has bleach white legs. As the dancer gets spun around...
Martin Mays: Oh, My GOD! It's that stupid clown...
Kareem Ali: in a skirt!
The music fades as the cracked clown comes to a halt at the top of the ramp. El Loko and Maddog, his twin engines of destruction, come up beside him and comb their hair some more.
El Loko and Maddog: AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Wisecrack smiles and pulls a microphone out of his skirt: See, it was a microphone. I wasn't just glad to see you!
The crowd begins to boo heavily and chant: STUPID CLOWN! STUPID CLOWN!
Wisecrack smarls: I shaved my legs for this, dammit!! So listen up!!
Part of the crowd laughs, but most of them boo harder.
The clown looks down at ring area and, particularly, Mercy and Indiana: Ok, Opie and Goober, I'm going to try and make this simple so you can keep up. They keep calling you ACW's Best Tag Team. Well, that was easy when you were the ONLY tag team. So, time to redefine BEST.
Wisecrack grins wickedly: SO, what say we have a match to end all matches...or to end you at least.
Indiana starts to rush them, but Mercy holds him back.
Wisecrack laughs: I guess you Yonkers people have heard of a Pay Per View, haven't you? Well, if we have one here, I challenge you two to a tag team match to tell everybody who's the BEST! What's say?
The crowd erupts as Indiana says something to Mercy. Suddenly, the two break out into a run and El Loko and Maddog meat them halfway down the ramp! The brawl goes on for short while till security seperates them.
Wisecrack grins as his boys retreat to the entrance: I'll take that as a YES!
HOLLOW AGAIN by Project 86 plays as images of Nuclear bombs flash on the walls. The Nuclear bombs turn to a clowns head. The two tag teams stare each other down.
After the surprising ending of the tag match, the live feed cuts to the backstage, where Darren Pesinger and the man who saved him moments ago are walking down a hallway, all smiles and pats on the back. Darren seems astonished, a huge grin invading his usually deep-set features:
Darren Pesinger: How the HELL did you know to save me, Jackie-boy?!
The newcomer - Darren's old PWA Tag Team partner, Jack Ripper - smiles back, ribbing his friend playfully:
Jack Ripper: Man, Darren, being a heel must have fried your one braincell! That's STEVIE STARR. Did you really think he was going to come through for you? ESPECIALLY after what you said to him earlier...
Darren grins again, in spite of himself:
Darren Pesinger: So you was watchin' the show...
Jack Ripper: Yeah I was watching the show! What, you thought just 'cause I had retired I'd stopped caring?
The two man stop for a moment, just smiling at each other, no words necessary. Then, at lenght, it is Darren who speaks:
Darren Pesinger: Jack...thanks!
Ripper, in turn, just smiles modestly.
Jack Ripper: Nah, don't mention it. And from now on, if you need me...I'll always be around.
Darren's eyes widen.
Darren Pesinger: For real?
Jack nods.
Jack Ripper: Yeah. Somebody's gotta keep an eye on you, don't they? And to be honest, I had kind of started to miss wrestling... So what do you say? Should we give this a second try....partner?
The wiry youth holds out his hand, which Darren stares at for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. His indecision, however, does not last more than a few seconds, as soon he takes Jacqui's hand in a forceful grip:
Darren Pesinger: You're on...partner.
and
VS
SYN and DREW ALEXANDER VS ACW Champion CHRISTOPHER FLAIR
The cameras cut back to the ring where the owner, Phoenix, is waiting and the crowd is giving her a huge pop.
Phoenix: Ok, ACW, we come to tonight's MAIN EVENT!
That starts an eruption from the crowd.
After they calm down a bit, Phoenix speaks again: Now, before we go any farther, I want to clear the air a bit. So, will the number one contender, SYN, please come to the ring?
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Martin Mays: Well, we certainly didn't have to wait long for an answer!
Kareem Ali: It's that freak, SYN! I mean, do we really want a guy like this to be the face of ACW?
Martin Mays; I really don't think that's up to us, Kareem!
Kareem Ali: Well, it should be.
The enigmatic superstar steps out onto the stage enveloped by smoke and gets a strong pop from the crowd. Almost like a funeral procession, Syn walks down the ramp and slithers up the ring steps; stopping to stare at the owner of ACW in the ring. Then, before his music stops, he slides under the top rope and goes to sit in his favorite seat in the center of the ring.
Phoenix: Don’t bother sitting. This won’t take long an you have a match.
SYN freezes and looks up at his employer a little irritated.
Phoenix: Last week was full of unscheduled things going on in the ring. One of them happened after we went off air last week and I think the fans need to see it and it needs to be dealt with.
A large screen TV has been pulled out and mounted near the entrance. It replays SYN’s tirade after the show where he accosted and abducted a stage hand and came out to the ring demanding a match with both Flair and McHenry. It also showed Phoenix denying him.
(If you want to read the whole incident check out SYN’s rp: http://wrestlingsmarks.com/forums/t23529/ )
The cameras cut back to the two in the ring.
Phoenix turns to SYN: Now, that type of behavior will not be tolerated.
SYN grins sarcastically: I don’t see McHenry out here. Why isn’t he being called to the carpet?
Phoenix; I will take care of McHenry. You have enough trouble watching out for yourself. I denied you last week when you demanded a match with McHenry and Flair again. But, this week, I have decided to give it a shot.
The crowd erupts wanting to see the match.
Phoenix: IF you win your match, then, NEXT WEEK on Adrenaline, it will be Christopher Flair, SYN and John McHenry in a triple threat match. NONE TITLE.
SYN scowls at her.
Phoenix: That title will not be up till the OVERDRIVE Pay Per View. And it will be between you and Flair as promised.
SYN grabs her microphone making the owner not in the least bit happy: GOOD. Cause I want the match high profile and I’m the only superstar in all of ACW that deserves the shot…
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HERO by Skillet plays and both SYN and Phoenix turn to see the entrance of Drew Alexander as the pyros go off. He steps out to the ramp and throws his hands up as the crowd gives a strong pop. Drew smiles at the crowd.
Kareem Ali: Oh, yeah! It’s the EXPERIENCE!! This oughta be good!
Alexander enters the ring bringing his own mic: the only one, huh, SYN?
SYN says off mic: Yeah, it’s what I said.
Drew smirks at the number one contender: Well, you have to remember who’s watching your back tonight. And, as far as I’m concerned, I’m NEXT in line!
Alexander steps up to SYN and stares into his painted face.
Martin Mays: These two have to exist as a tag team. How in the hell is that going to happen?
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The crowd erupts into a sea of boos as SYN and Drew Alexander continue to stare each other down. Christopher Flair, the self proclaimed SON OF GOD, steps out in a tailor made robe with his name on the back. On his arm is one of the hottest women ANYBODY’s ever seen. HE spins and lets out a WOOOO! He wastes no time getting to the ring; allowing the hottie to help him with his robe. SYN and Alexander are still locked on one another as Flair steps into the ring.
Christopher Flair has his own microphone: While the two supposed partners have a staring contest, did I tell anyone I just went to Italy and back?
The crowd boos Flair mercilessly.
Flair: Yeah, something else I can do that none of you can; especially you..(POINTS)…the fat guy on the front row by himself. Yeah, none of you can do that. I had a great time; thanks for asking.
The noise of the crowd just gets worst. Syn and Alexander looks around at the champ.
Christopher Flair: Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just here to win…
Phoenix doesn’t mix words, but calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Suddenly, Drew and Syn double clothesline Flair to the floor to the delight of the crowd! SYN turns and tells Alexander to get out of the ring so he can start the match. This starts an argument. This lasts a few seconds; enough for Flair to recover and climb to the apron. Before they know it, he jumps to the top rope and launches into a Springboard Twisting Enzigiri. This nails Drew Alexander across the temple. Flair lands on his feet only to get hit with SYN’s wheel kick! Alexander rolls to the outside as SYN continues the offense. Flair is getting off the mat as the bizaire one jumps to the top of the corner turnbuckle and jumps! He hits Flair with a diving tornado DDT! The crowd erupts!
As SYN gets ready, he is inadvertently tagged in by Drew Alexander who has recovered. The two stare each other down but SYN gives his ‘partner’ the ring. Alexander grabs Flair up and flips him overhead with a belly to belly suplex. Instead of going for the pin, he looks at the camera and throws his arms open showing off!
Martin Mays: He needs to quit showing off and stick to business.
Kareem Ali; Hey, when you have the EXPERIENCE, you got it! He deserves to show off some!
Suddenly, Flair reaches up and rolls Drew up!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Martin Mays: As I was saying, he needs to quit playing around!
Both men get up and meet each other in the middle of the ring for a lock up. After a struggle, the bigger man, Flair, throws Alexander into the corner. Without hesitation, Christopher hits his opponent with a splash! The champ follows up with a good ole fashion CHOP!
The audience: WHOOOOO!!!
Flair answers with his own WHOO and goes for another one, but Alexander is quick to reverse it and flip the champ into the corner. Drew, then, gives Flair a strong chop in insult. SYN is yelling form the corner. After a thought, Alexander Irish whips Flair into the opposite corner and tags SYN! The enigma jumps to the middle rope and jumps; catching the champ with a leaping reverses STO!! Both hit the mat hard and lay there for a while.
Kareen Ali: Insanities EDGE folks! Nobody does that move better!
Martin Mays: But did it do as much damage to SYN as it did to the champ?
Both struggle to get up, but Flair grabs SYN’s legs and goes for the figure four! But SYN flips him around and slaps his own submission on the champ!
Martin Mays: The Crossface Chicken wing! This could be it!
Kareem Ali: Yeah, SYN has Alexander to back him up. Who does Flair have?
As if in answer, we see John McHenry jump the barricade and flip Alexander off the apron!
Martin Mays: Oh, GAWD! Not again! Drew never saw that coming!
Big John picks up the dazed X-Factor and drops him with BANKRUPT hard to the floor!
Kareem Ali: That ought to do it for Alexander!
The two in the ring haven’t noticed and neither has the referee. McHenry climbs to the apron right behind the referee and gets in. He drops the official with a cutter!
Martin Mays: NO! NOT LIKE THIS…..AGAIN!
As both men in the ring look up, SYN gets a boot the head and a follow up elbow for Flair. The crowd has erupted into a massive chorus of boos. McHenry just looks proud of himself as he looks at the two men struggling to get up.
Martin Mays: These two have taken the wind out of each other in the ring. McHenry is just taking advantage of the situation!
Kareem Ali: He’s just being smart!
Quickly, John grabs SYN and drops him with a Jacknife powerbomb! Flair pulls himself up on the corner only to get a massive splash from McHenry. As the champ bounces off the turnbuckle, John catches him and snaps him to the mat hard with a BANKRUPT of his own! McHenry just stands over the carnage with a smirk on his face as Phoenix rants from outside of the ring. The referee wakes up slowly. This gets John’s attention as he goes to drag Flair to the middle of the ring.
Martin Mays: Here we go again! Flair wins with McHenry’s help. (Sarcastically) I never get tired of that!
John stops before dropping the champ on SYN and grins. Suddenly, before the referee sees what’s going on, McHenry drops Flair and, instead, pulls SYN over the champ! Rolling out the ring, McHenry walks up the ramp to the hatred of the crowd. Before either can recover, the referee drops for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DUALITY by Slipknot plays as Phoenix gets in the ring with the trainers to check out the talent. As McHenry stops at the top of the ramp to soak up the moment, the owner of ACW stands in the ring with an unhappy look on her face. SYN and Flair are shown pulling themselves up. SYN is staring as the champ is seen muttering under his breath with an evil look in his eyes.
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Credits
SLIM- The opening bout
Pete- Henry Calvash vs Marcus Crimson vs Billy Young
Eric Snow vs Kraven vs Cory Allen
John McHenry vs Aaron Asterisk
The tag ending and the vignette after
BDC- Everything else
Martin Mays: Wrestling fans, tonight I would like to share with you an interview I was fortunate enough to get with a man who has accomplished much in the world of wrestling. Besides having careers with TNA and in the MMA, he was in development not long ago with the WWE. But his most popular escapades of late have been with the belated company, the POWERSLAM WRESTLING ALLIANCE. I’m talking, of course, of Zack Bronko; former PWA Undisputed Champion.
The camera cuts back to show Zack seated uncomfortably in the fancy seat. He’s still wearing his sunglasses and bandanna.
Martin Mays: Thank you for taking the…
Zack Bronko: Can we get this movin’, son? I got better things ta do.
Martin Mays seems taken aback a little: Oh, ok. Well, let’s get down to it. You and your associates have already made their presence known here in the ACW. Stevie Starr and Darren Pesinger both won their matches last week. But a lot of the talent in the back isn’t taking too kindly to the overexposure of the PWA on the show. In fact, comments you and the others have made have set off a firestorm of criticism!
Bronko jumps in: Yeah, I read their damn tweets. And I listened to their lame-ass interviews with the local radio stations. HELL, I even watched them on the show go on and on about it. Well, ya know. I think they need to get the hell over it. We spent the last three years building a company that drew crowds in the tens of thousands. And, if they think because that piss ant, Eric Bischoff, walks his ass in and pulls some legal shit and shuts down the offices in Phoenix that the PWA is done, then they don’t know shit.
Martin Mays: So, you have signed on…
Bronko responds back: I haven’t signed shit.
Martin Mays: Well, then, why are you here? And why did you intervene in the show last week?
Bronko sits up and makes Mays a bit nervous: Now, number one, that’s none of your damn business! But I answered a call from a friend. I’m here to watch after the PWA assets.
Martin Mays: I understand that, but the roster’s argument is that this isn’t the PWA. This is ACW and, if you are signing on, you need to drop the PWA flag waving.
Bronko looks a bit irritated but laughs unexpectantly: They do, do they?
Zack looks around: Well, Mays, I don’t see any of them here now. Kinda convenient, them running their mouths in the safety of wherever the hell they’re hidin’ at. What? Did they send you to be their spokesperson?
Martin Mays shakes his head nervously: OH, NO! I’m just repeating…
Bronko takes control of the interview: Well, you repeat this to them! We are the PWA and we’re not goin’ anywhere. The fact of the matter is I STILL BELIEVE. (Zack looks right at the camera)And Max…FUCK YOU! That’s right, I BELIEVE IN THE REVOLUTION. And if the ‘roster’ wants to keep their spots, they best step up! Now, if you’ll excuse me and even if you don’t, I got places to be and people to see after.
Zack stands immediately and begins unhooking the microphone off his leather jacket. He starts to walk off, but sees the cameraman is in his way.
Bronko: Now, get the hell outta my way, before I clear a path right through you!
The cameraman moves and Bronko storms by.
The camera pans back to a disheveled Martin Mays with nothing to say.
The pyros go off as DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS by Distrubed plays and the crowd makes a LOT of noise.
Over the noise, Martin Mays can be heard: That was earlier today and, Kareem, to tell the truth, I have no more information about this Bronko guy than I did before the interview.
Kareem Ali: Besides the fact that he’s angry and brings this PWA with him and he jumped two of our new young talent last week and THANKS, by the way, for introducing me, Mays!
Martin Mays: No, problem, Kareem.
Kareem Ali: Anyway, the new talent is waiting to somehow make up for getting jumped last week.
Evan Anderson vs Tristen Stryker vs Jacqui Monroe
“Can't Be Touched” by Roy Jones begins to play as Stryker comes out with a cocky grin on his face. He walks down to the center of the ramp, flexes then continues on down to the ring. He gets to the ring then jumps up onto the apron, enters the ring then waits in one of the corners.
Ashley Sparxxx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match. Introducing currently in the ring… from New York City. Tristin Stryker. And his opponent.
"Let it Rock" by Kevin Rudolf and Lil Wayne jams throughout the arena as Evan Anderson steps through the curtain. He is wearing his signature sunglasses and walks down the entrance ramp with a smirk on his face. He goes to high five a fan but moves his hand and mocks the fan. Anderson hops on the apron and poses as he enters the ring. He gets on the top rope and takes off his glasses. He hops down and chills in his corner.
Ashley Sparxxx: Ladies and gentlemen, from Miami Florida, this is Evan Anderson. And their opponent… hailing from Des Moines, Iowa and weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds. We like to introduce to you… Jacqueline Monroe.
"We Will Rise" by Arch Enemy hits and Jacqueline walks out from the curtains. She has her eyes set on her two opponents and determined to make a statement she doesn’t go for the pumping of the crowd or anything but heads straight to the ring. She walks up the ring steps and enters the ring. She takes her spot in one of the empty corners and keeps looking back and forth at her two opponents as Ashley Sparxxx exits out of the ring. The referee stands in the middle of the ring and signals for the match to begin and the bell ringer rings the bell as the three push each other out of their corners and towards the center of the ring.
Martin Mays: And here we are about to go. First woman to compete here ever since our fearless owner. And this is a triple thread match.
Kareem Ali: This should be very intense.
Martin Mays: I’m excited to see if this chick can survive or if she is in over her head with this one.
As they get closer to each other, Anderson and Stryker nod in agreement as they look at Monroe. She doesn’t back up in the slightest but the two of them double team as they pick her up and walk towards the ropes. They then unceremoniously dump over the top rope to the floor. Stryker returns to the middle of the ring and motions for Anderson to come over. Anderson leans over the ropes looking at Monroe as she is clutching at her back after that hard fall. “This is no place for a bitch. Get your ass back to the kitchen.” Anderson smiles as he turns to Stryker and engage in an elbow and collar tie up.
Kareem Ali: Wow… very harsh words from Anderson there.
Martin Mays: He’ll be paying for those words later. Any woman that gets in that ring does not want to hear that.
Kareem Ali: What are you? The spokesperson for women everywhere? You lost your balls?
Martin Mays: Yeah… in your woman’s mouth.
Kareem Ali: Shut up.
Back in the ring Anderson has Stryker in a headlock and flips him over onto his back on the canvas. He cranks on the headlock as Stryker starts to stir a little and get back up to his feet. Upon reaching their feet Stryker gets his arm up and gives Anderson a couple of forearm shots before pushing him forward into the ropes. Upon the rebound Anderson mulls over Stryker with a shoulder block sending him back down to the canvas. Anderson lifts both arms up to the crowd as they boo him. He turns around as Jacqueline springboards off the top rope and connects with a flying forearm smash into Anderson’s face knocking him down to the canvas. Monroe quickly gets up to her feet and mounts Anderson and starts raining rights and lefts across Anderson’s face. The quick brutality of it has some of the punches missing but most of them connecting against his cheek, his nose, under his eye, his mouth. She is relentless as Stryker stands and watches. He gets tired of watching and gets behind Monroe and locks his arms around her waist and using his strength lifts her off of Anderson and up over his head with a release german suplex causing her to flip in the air and land on her stomach. She clutches at her stomach right after landing.
Kareem Ali: That woman is vicious.
Martin Mays: Yeah but that landing… that just looked plain rough.
Anderson starts to stir as Stryker finishes stomping on the back on Monroe. He returns his attention to Anderson. Stryker gets Anderson up to his feet and his face has blood coming from his nose and swelling has started under his eye. Stryker smiles at the brutality that was unleashed on Anderson. He places his hands on Anderson’s head and starts headbutting him repeatedly. Over and over and over against his forehead before Anderson starts to crumple down to a knee. Once Anderson is down, Stryker grabs Anderson around the neck and drops to his back delivering a short snap DDT. He rolls Anderson over for the first pin of the match.
One…
Two…
Monroe dives across the ring pushing Stryker off of Anderson to end the count. Stryker gets up, obviously furious at the count being broken feeling that he had it won he lunges wildly at Monroe with a clothesline and misses. As he turns around he is met with a boot to his chin.
Kareem Ali: SUPER KICK!
Martin Mays: And with authority. That chick is nobody to mess around with.
Kareem Ali: Bet she would be killer in bed.
Martin Mays: Come on mannn… we’re live. Leave your fantasies for… Uh oh.
Mays stopped mid sentence as he sees Monroe grab for Stryker’s arm. She lifts it up and sits on Stryker’s chest. She places her right leg underneath his neck and uses her left leg as she places her right foot right where the bend of the left leg is. She tightens the hold and rolls to her side keeping hold of the arm.
Kareem Ali: Now that is a position I want to be in.
Martin Mays: Not unless you want to be choked out you don’t.
Monroe indeed has Stryker locked in a very tight triangle choke and he is starting to struggle to breathe. Anderson is starting to get to his feet but is still woozy from the headbutts as he stumbles backwards into a corner. Stryker looks like he is fading but in one big gasp he pulls himself up to his knees, up to his feet, uses his other arm and with all his might lifts up Monroe whom still has the triangle choke locked in very tight. He lifts her up and falls forward. The impact has Monroe release the hold as Stryker seems to has nearly collapsed. Monroe is writhing in pain after the massive power bomb. Anderson being the only one that is still on his feet stumbles over to Monroe and it is as if seeing her got his bearings straight. He pulls her up roughly by the hair and whips her into the corner. He then starts raining rights on top of her head over and over. The crowd started counting but the punches were happening in such rapid succession that they couldn’t keep count. Monroe starts sinking in the corner and Anderson starts stomping away at her midsection. Once she hits the canvas he shakes his head as he lifts her back up to her feet. He chops her across the chest as the crowd lets out a collective “WOOOOOOOOOO!” He isn’t satisfied as he rips her shirt revealing her sports bra and chops her again across the chest. Monroe in tremendous pain is clutching at her chest trying to catch her breath as the crowd let out another “WOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He gets his head under her arm and sits her on top of the turnbuckle. He climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and sticks her head under his arm. He gets her arm over his and powers her over for a massive suplex.
Kareem Ali: Appears as though Anderson has found his second wind and is taking it out on Monroe.
Martin Mays: Bitch deserved it.
Kareem Ali: What you mean… you were…
Martin Mays: Just get back to watching the match.
Anderson rolls over on top of Monroe and the referee starts a count.
One…
Two…
Thre…
Monroe manages to shoot her left arm up as that was the only part of her not covered by the weight of Anderson. Anderson rolls off of her obviously frustrated. He gets up to his feet and as he reaches down to pick up Monroe again he is met by a big boot to the side of the face by Stryker having finally recovered from the triangle choke unleashed by Monroe earlier. Stryker still clutching at his throat periodically picks up Monroe but is surprised by a small cradle attempt.
One…
Two…
Thre…
And Stryker barely manages to escape out of it as Monroe is still out on her back. Stryker coughs a couple of times before regaining most of his breath back. Without hesitating, Monroe grabs Styker and drops him with a face buster DDT otherwise known as…
Martin Mays: That’s a move she calls drop dead gorgeous or the DDG!!
Kareem Ali: And I think that’s it!
Martin Mays: Oh, no! Look out!
Suddenly, Anderson surprises Monroe with an attempted clothesline, but she ducks it, gives him a kick to the gut and drops him with another DDG!!
Martin Mays: Oh, MY GOD!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Monroe drops for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The referee raises Jacqueline’s arm in victory as the crowd gives her a nice pop!
Ashley Sparxxx: And your winner via pinfall, Jacqui Monroe!!
The crowd lights up as Monroe jumps up on the corner turnbuckle and raises her own arm in victory!
Martin Mays: I got to give her this. She’s a tough little lady.
Kareem Ali: Three weeks.
Martin Mays seems a little shocked: What?
Kareem Ali: Three weeks. That’s all I give her. She may not last that long.
Martin Mays tries to answer but is interrupted by the show’s theme DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS playing over the sound system.
Martin Mays: What is this?
Suddenly, the lovely and authoritative owner of ACW, Phoenix, steps out onto the stage area and marches down to the ring. Jacqui Monroe grins not knowing what to expect. The other two are on the outside of the ring licking their wounds. Phoenix gives them both a look and shakes her head. She, then, climbs into the ring. She is wearing a lime green, leather bikini top with tight matching pants. She calls for a microphone.
As she pulls the microphone up to say something, the crowd begins to shout PHOENIX over and over again out of appreciation for the shows she has put together.
Phoenix: Thank you. And welcome to Adrenaline.
The owner looks over at Monroe as she gets a strong pop from the home crowd.
Phoenix: Thank you, Ms. Monroe, for making the first match a real brawl. Welcome to ACW.
Jacqui smiles, nods and mouths ‘thanks’.
Phoenix looking at the other two: As for you two, last week you get blindsided in the back and, this week, you lose to…
Monroe looks up expecting the Owner to say ‘girl’ with an irritated look on her face.
Phoenix stops and looks at Jacqui: you lose to one of the best young talents I’ve seen in a while.
The crowd pops to the respect in agreement.
Phoenix: My first thought is to fire you. BUT, I’m going to give you one last chance. BOTH of you will be in a tag match against some new talent. And, if you lose…
The crowd shouts: LOSERS! LOSERS! LOSERS!
Phoenix smiles: I WILL fire you.
As WE WILL RISE by Archenemy plays celebrating Monroe’s victory, Phoenix walks over and shakes her hand and congratulates her.
Martin Mays: A showing of respect by the management. It’s a whole lot more than any other superstar has gotten from Phoenix.
Kareem Ali: THREE WEEKS. That’s it.
Henri Calvash vs Markus Crimson vs Billy Young
Rev Theory - Light It Up - YouTube
~ The arena darkens and the titantron flickers to life. Showing a hazy smoke filled room, it looks dilapitated, a torn punching bag hangs at an angle from one of it's three chains. Foam spills from the mats on the ground as well as the punching bag. The supports and beams of wood holding the roof up seem to be rotting and about to collapse. The clip then fades to the words, "Whos the best there is..". A man sits on a steel folding char in the middle of the room, looking down and breathing heavily. Beads of sweat drip from his forehead to the mat making an audible 'plop' sound. The clip then fades to the words, "The best there was" The house groans and strains under it's own weight, struggling to remain standing. The camera then pans to the side where you can make out some faint words on a placard. ~
"The Dungeon"
~ The crowd emits a small cheer, knowing that means he's in the old Hart Family dungeon, the clip then fades again to the words, "...and the best there ever will be?". The camera then pans back to Henri, who suddenly looks up at the camera and smiles. ~
Henri Calvash: ME!
~ The crowd smiles and chuckles at the creativeness of the promo more then the wrestler himself, before the crowds murmurs die down. "Light it Up" by Rev Theory blasts over the PA. The crowd cheers as they dont have to wait a month and be subjected to cryptic promos every week before they get to see this guy in action. Henri Calvash expldoes from the back as the song kicks off beating his chest and screaming. He raises his hands to a huge explosion of pyro!
Ashley SParxxx: Entering the arena, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada; HENRY CALVASH!
ONCE he is in the ring…
Papa Roach - Last Resort Instrumental - YouTube
As the lead guitar kicks in, a blue light shines around the arena, lighting the whole place up. Young steps on to the stage, and stands at the top of the entrance ramp. A shower of sparks shoots up behind Young, as he drops his black robe. Sporting white and black tights, and a Powerslam Wrestling Alliance shirt, Young makes his way to the ring. Taunting the fans on his way, Young rolls into the ring, and the lighting of the arena changes back to its normal settings. Young stands on the turnbuckle, and surveys the crowd. As his music cuts off, Young jumps on the turnbuckle, and requests a mic. Standing in the middle of the ring, Young once again looks over the crowd as he brings the mic to his lips.
Young: So this is what all the hypes about, eh?
The crowd boos for a while, and Young just grins. Calvash points at him from the outside of the ring, but Young doesn’t seem to notice. As the crowd settles down, Young continues his speech.
Young: They told me I couldn't miss out on this. They told me I'd fit in perfectly. They told me it was a once in a lifetime chance. Well here's what I should have told them when I signed that damn contract; There's no way I could fit in perfectly, when perfection stands out!
A 'you suck' chant echoes throughout, and once again Young wipes it off like a grain of sand. Young begins to pace around the ring.
Martin Mays: Here we have these two newcomers...two very cocky young men from Canada...and they each say they are the best around! But methinks they are going to have to prove it here tonight!
Kareem Ali: Well, you know what they say, Martin..."all bark, no bite"...and these two are barking their little hearts out, so make of that what you will!
At this moment, Markus Crimson's intro hits, and soon the big red menace comes out, eyes set on the ring.
Kareem Ali: And speaking of "all bark, no bite", here's a guy who's "all bite, no bark!" Talk about your strong and silent type, Martin - this guy barely says a word! I wonder if they ever taught him English back at the orphanage?
Having completed his entrance, Markus Crimson is now scaring Ashley Sparxx out of the ring by giving her a frightening stare. Then, as the curvaceous announcer scarpers out of the ring, he locks eyes with the two smaller men, one in each corner across from him. Despite the difference in size, neither Young nor Calvash seem intimidated by the big man, and both look like they're concocting strategies to take him down.
Once the bell rings, however, it is Crimson who moves instantly, advancing towards his opponents and picking each of them up by the throat, in a double chokeslam. He then forces them up against the turnbuckle, straining their back, before tossing them over the ropes into the outside.
Kareem Ali: What dfid I tell you about dogs just now, Martin?
Martin Mays: Well, they also say "it's not the size of the dog in the fight", don't they?
Kareem Ali: Yeah...whoever says that obviously has never lived.
As the commentators argue, Crimson has exited the ring and gone to pick up his two opponents. He rams Young against the steel steps, while Calvash is sent head-first into the apron. As Crimson prepares to roll the Canadian into the ring, however, he is hit with a clothesline from behind by Billy Young. This causes only mild discomfort to the monster, but as he turns around to punish the smaller man for his gall, he is hit in the chest with a dropkick!
Martin Mays: Billy Young putting his body on the line here, but he has managed to stop the big man!
Kareem Ali: Got lucky...just got lucky...
Calvash and Billy Young are now double-teaming the bigger man, whom they have managed to bring down. Calvash sits on Crimson's chest, applying punches to his head, while Young stomps about the viking's midsection. Having seemingly done away with their foe, the two roll into the ring and concentrate on each other.
Here begins a masterclass of reversals, which has the fans 'oooh' ing and 'aaah'ing. Each of the two men tries to lock in some form of submission or another, but neither succeeds, and in the end it is Young who prevails, as he performs a bulldog, planting Calvash. He goes for the cover.
ONE...
TW...
The pin is broken by the revived Markus Crimson, who then tosses Young across and goes for the cover himself. Calvash, however, prevents this by kicking out his feet, making the larger man stumble. Taking the opportunity, Calvash nimbly nips up and prepares to attack Crimson. Before he can, however, he is caught by a spear from Billy Young, who then wastes no time in attacking Markus Crimson with punches, before eventually throwing him over the ropes.
Martin Mays: Look at Young! Young on the offense, and tossing Markus Crimson out with authority!
Young, however, has lost too long, and Calvash is already clambering to his feet behind him.
Martin Mays: And Calvash still reeling from that Spear...but look at this! Bulldog from Calvash, payback from earlier! Here's the cover!
ONE...
TWO...
A kickout at two by Billy Young, as Calvash now picks him up, Irish whips him to the ropes, then connects with a leg lariat for another cover!
ONE...
TWO..
THR...
NO! Young kicks out just in the nick of time, leaving a frustrated Calvash. So distraught is he that he does not see Markus Crimson coming up behind him, and gets hit in the back of the head with a clothesline. Crimson then picks each man up over his shoulder, as if they were two sacks of potatoes, and slams them to the mat with a big double pump handle slam! He covers both men...
ONE...
TWO...
TH...
NO! In a strange twist of fate, both competitors kick out at the exact same time, leaving the commentators astonished:
Kareem Ali: Did you see that, Martin Mays? They couldn't have synched it better if they were trying to!
Despite the kick out, however, both the smaller competitors are still in rather bad shape, rolling around on the mat. However, as Crimson stands over them, assessing what to do next, each of them reacts at (once again), the exact same time, showing sufficient presence of mind to grab one of Crimson's legs and make him trip, attempting a rollup cover! In their semi-dazed state, none of them is 100% aware that the other is covering, and as a result, the referee ends up kneeling to count a double cover!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Kareem Ali: What the hell happened? Who won?
Martin Mays: They both won, Kareem! They both covered Crimson!
Kareem Ali: But...but...
Ashley Sparxx: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your joint winners of this match...Billy Young and Henri Calvash!
The referee raises the limp hands of both men, with both still writhing around in the mat, not quite aware of what's going on. Calvash begins to plead with the referee. But Billy Young decides to take his frustrations out on the back of his fellow Canadians head in the form of a blindside clothesline. Rolling out of the ring, the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos as Billy is still seen ranting and raving as he leaves. Henri Calvash is seen staring a whole through the back of Young’s fleeing head!
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Eric Snow vs Kraven vs Cory Allen
Ashley Sparxx: The following is a Triple Threat contest and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Delray, Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 185 pounds, CORYYYYYYY AAAAALLLLEEEENNNN!!
"Juggalo Homies" begins to play as Cory explodes onto the ramp, carrying out his usual high octane entrance, slapping hands with the fans, then acrobatically slingshotting over the ropes, to the approval of the small but loyal crowd. A fan is shown briefly, holding up a sign that reads "COREY I'M SINGLE", as the lights dim and another song starts up on the PA system.
Ashley Sparxx: And introducing his opponent, from parts unknown, weighing in at 226 pounds, he is 'THE INSANE ENIGMAAAAAAA', KRAAAAAAVEEEEEENNNNN!
Kraven steps through the curtain to the sounds of "Enter Sandman"'s trademark intro, slowly making his way to the ring under the purple lights and eerie mist. As the lights come up again, he stares a hole into young Cory Allen, as the third and final contestant begins to make his entrance.
Ashley Sparxx: And introducing their opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is 'THE X-FACTORRRRRRRR'....ERIIIIIIIIIC SNNNNOOOOWWWWW!!
"Pardon Me" by Incubus blares through the speakers, as smoke and pyro go off in front of the entrance curtain. After a short delay, the man of the hour appears, opening his arms wide to embrace the supposed acclaim of the crowd before making his way to the ring.
Martin Mays: And Eric Snow certainly seems confident here, after what we saw earlier tonight in 'The X-Factor', when he got involved in a brawl with Cory Allen...
The feed cuts to frame-within-a-drame mode, as we see a replay of that incident in a small box, the main screen still showing Snow completing his entrance. Shortly thereafter, the bell rings, and the match begins!
The three men begin by circling each other for a few seconds, before both Cory Allen and Kraven lunge at Eric Snow. "The X-Factor" ducks under their double clothesline, and applies one of his own as his two opponents turn around. He then picks up little Cory Allen and throws him forcefully to the outside.
Kareem Ali: Eric Snow, with authority!
Martin Mays: But watch out...!
In busying himself with Cory Allen, Snow has left Kraven unattended, and as he turns around, he runs right into a big punch from the freak! It seems like he is going to topple over, but he just manages to hook his forearms onto the ropes. Kraven takes advantage of his vulnerable position to land a couple more European uppercuts, before Allen, on the outside, pulls Eric Snow's leg, making him fall forward. As Kraven takes the chance to get a few shots in, Allen punishes Snow's leg with a jumping leg drop, before slingshotting his way back up to the apron, over the ropes, and onto Kraven!
Martin Mays: Look at Cory ALLEN!
Caught unawares, the freak from parts unknown topples to the floor, as Cory gets the first cover of the matchup!
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TWO...
Eric Snow breaks up the pin, lunging forward to punch Cory in the ribs. The young cruiserweight accuses the blow, writhing in pain as Snow goes for the cover himself.
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TWO...
Kraven kicks out, as Cory also breaks the pin with a punch to the head of Snow. Then, as all three men slowly clamber to their feet, Snow is the first to react, with a dropkick to the back of Kraven! Pumped up, he runs to the ropes behind him, gains momentum, and launches onto the oncoming Cory Allen with a big splash!
Martin Mays: Impactful move there by Eric Snow...goes for the cover...
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TWO...
Kraven breaks up the count with a boot to the skull of Snow, then, as he writhes around, picks up Corey Allen and throws him to the outside. He then begins to stalk Eric Snow, as if deciding the best way to annihilate him.
Kareem Ali: Look at Kraven...he's like a cat stalking his prey...
In the end, Kraven decides to pick up his groggy opponent and apply some chops to the chest, as the crowd 'ooh's. He then delivers a few more uppercuts to the dazed Eric Snow, before throwing him to the opposite ropes. He never capitalizes, however, as, from behind, Cory Allen launches onto him with a flying clothesline! Snow, coming back from the ropes, gets Kraven's full body weight on him as the two men fall onto the mat!
Kareem Ali: That's gotta hurt for Eric Snow, caught in the crossfire there...
There is a lull in the match, as the three men clamber to their feet. Cory is first up, and he pulls Kraven to his feet and also begins to apply chops. This takes the two to the further turnbuckle, where they become occupied with one another, leaving Snow to his own devices at the other end of the ring. Slowly, but surely, the high-flying cruiserweight begins to get up. He looks over, sees his two opponents involved in a brawl, but decides not to intervene. Instead, he turns around, and begins to climb the turnbuckle, as the crowd cheer, unsure of what his plan is. The commentators are not too sure either:
Martin Mays: Eric Snow deciding not to go for his opponents...and it seems like he's got a plan here...
Kareem Ali: He'd better have a plan, Martin, because none of those two boys will be sleeping on the job, and they're gonna come for him!
After a moment, however, Snow's plan begins to become evident, as Allen manages to throw Kraven onto the outside and seems to remember there is another opponent to deal with. He turns around, expecting to find Snow on the floor several feet away, To his surprise, however, his opponent's not there; instead, he is perched atop the turnbuckle, grinning down at him. It is at this point that Martin Mays finally catches on:
Martin Mays: Uh-oh...Cory Allen could be in big trouble here...and here's Eric SNOOOOOOOOH MY! X-SPLASH on Corey Allen! This could be it!
And indeed, Eric Snow has just lunged off the top rope in the frogsplash he calls the X-SPLASH! Cory, caught unawares, receives the full impact on his chest, as Snow goes for the cover. Kraven begins to climb the apron, attempting to break the pin, but he is groggy and clearly won't make it on time. And indeed, Cory's shoulders are down, the referee on his knees...
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TWO...
THREE!
Martin Mays: ...and Eric Snow's got it here! A cunning game plan made up on the fly, that ended up undoing Cory Allen! This is the exciting caliber of wrestling we have here on ACW, and proof positive that our superstars can beat any newcomers!
Ashley Sparxx: Here is your winner, 'THE X-FACTOOOOORRRRR...ERIIIIIIC SNNNNOOOOOWWW!"
Eric looks pleased with himself as Ashley raises his hand and the camera fades out onto a commercial break.
Shortly after the third bout, Martin Mays is seen backstage.
Martin Mays: Ladies and Gentlemen, I regret to inform you that match scheduled between Raiden Blaze and Johan Johanson has had to be postponed till next week due to some traveling issue. But I guarantee you that the two wrestlers will be in the ring next week on Adrenaline! So, that means our next match will be our fourth match of the night between Aaron Asterisk and Big John McHenry. One of which I have here waiting for a quick interview.
John McHenry steps into view with that smug ass look on his face.
Martin Mays: John, last week, you performed another in a long string of interferences that resulted in Christopher Flair winning…AGAIN. Can you please explain yourself?
McHenry looks strong at Mays: Explain myself? Explain MYSELF? You’re kidding, right? Number one, I have nothing to explain. I did what I did to prove a point.
Martin Mays: A point? What would that be?
John McHenry smiles and steps up to the camera: Well, I’m glad you asked. The point that NO ONE gets to the title without me! And, very soon, NO ONE will get to the title unless they go THROUGH ME!
Martin Mays stutters: Bubububut that would mean…
McHenry pushes Mays totally off the screen: I didn’t stutter! You did! I’m JOHN McHENRY. I’m the king maker and, very soon…
John smiles and walks off camera leaving Mays asking: Very soon, what?
John McHenry vs Aaron Asterisk
Ashley Sparxx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachussets, weighing in at 240lbs....AARONNNNNN "A-STAAAAAR" ASTERIIIIIISSSSKKKK!!!
Remember the Name by Fort Minor begins to play, as Aaron Asterisk comes out. He stops in the middle of the ramp, as star-shaped pyro erupts behind him, then continues the run down to the ring. Once in there, he removes his flashy jacket and hands it to the ring announcer, just as another song begins to play.
Martin Mays: Asterisk looking for a win here tonight, against the always lethal John McHenry....
Kareem Ali: And speaking of the devil...
Ashley Sparxx: And introducing his opponent, from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, weighing in at 253 pounds....JOOOOOOOOHHHNNNNNN MCHENNNNNRRRRYYYYY!!!
A cash register is heard throughout the arena, soon followed by the first notes of Pink Floyd's "Money". As he walks down to the ring, John McHenry is all business, removing his suit jacket and tie so that he is in only a shirt from the waist up as he enters the ring and faces off with Asterisk.
The referee rings the bell and the two men lunge at each other. The larger McHenry immediately gains advantage, with a side headlock which he keeps for a few moments before applying a standing leg sweep to trip Asterisk up. He performs an elbow drop, then turns the younger man over and begins to apply an arm bar. Asterisk, clearly in pain, does however make it to the ropes. McHenry releases the hold, but punishes his opponent with a boot to the head.
Martin Mays: BIG boot to the head there by McHenry, as Asterisk is in all kinds of trouble!
McHenry stops to remove his shirt, before pulling his opponent to his feet and whipping him across, only to meet him with a big scoop slam. He then goes for the elbow drop to the head, but Asterisk rolls quickly out of the way, then attempts to counter with a cover...
ONE...
Aaron doesn't even get a two-count, as McHenry kicks out violently, throwing his opponent off of him, then performing a running splash onto Asterisk!
Martin Mays: What impact by McHenry! Here's the cover!
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TWO...
TH...
Asterisk kicks out just in time, but doesn't seem to be able to go much longer. McHenry, unfazed, locks in his "Ringing The Bell" submission and, with the combination of the pressure to the head and neck and the punches to the skull, soon has Asterisk tapping out.
Martin Mays: Oh my god..."Ringing The Bell"...and that's it! That's it! McHenry's got it!
Ashley Sparxx: Here is your winneeeeeerrrr....JOOOOOHNNNN MCHEENNNNNNRRRYYYY!!
The camera zooms in on McHenry, looking pretty pleased with himself for such a conclusive win, as the show cuts to commercial.
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The cameras cut to the commentator’s table where Kareem Ali sits by himself.
Kareem Ali: Wrestling fans, last week we witnessed a brutal blood-fest between four ruthless competitors; The Prince of Dark Pleasure, Vampyro Lemures, the Synyster Gates, Brian Haner Jr., that sick clown, Zasalamel and “Sharp” Finn MacPherson. What happened next was a pure massacre! MacPherson and Haner are still not cleared to wrestle due to the injuries inflicted upon them mostly by Zasalamel. And, now, Mays is backstage to get an update on the fourth and remaining survivor of that fateful match.
Martin Mays is seen standing outside of a door marked, Vampyro LeMures.
Martin Mays: Right as I walked up the locker room of the Prince of Dark Pleasure, the main trainers were called in. For what reason, we aren’t sure.
Suddenly, the door flies open and Vampyro falls out screaming: Zasalamel!! I have something for you, old friend!!!
The wrestlers head is bandaged and you can see blood stains on it.
Vampyro pulls himself up on the door step and looks at Mays: Why have you come? Are you here to stop me too?
Martin Mays: Well, no…
Vampyro LeMures: Well, good..
Suddenly, the pale superstar looks a little tipsy and almost falls. Suddenly, about five security guards rush in and catch him, but they have to subdue him, because Vampyro is flailing and screaming!
Vampyro: NO!!!
The security guards finally get the better of him and the head trainer is seen with a syringe. He sticks the needle in Vampyro and injects something into him.
Vampyro screams: NO!!! Please…I only want to TALK to him…
The look in Vampyro’s eyes tells you he’s lying. Suddenly, the strange wrestler passes out.
Martin Mays addresses the Head Trainer: What in the world is going on here?
Head Trainer: I’m sorry. I cannot in good conscious release Vampyro Lemures to wrestle tonight. He has moderate concussion, but we’re just not sure how bad it is yet. I just sedated him because he refuses to stay out of the ring.
The Trainer looks down at the limp body of Vampyro: I only hope he’ll forgive us for having to take such actions.
The cameras cut back to Kareem.
Kareem Ali: Oh, my GOD! That sick clown has taken out three of our roster and, with Vampyro out, that leaves the new guy alone in the ring with that sadistic clown, Zasalamel!! Phoenix has to call this off!!
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Suddenly, COWARDICE by Defeater begins to play and the crowd grows quiet; not knowing what comes next. Without much fanfare, a young, new wrestler steps out cautiously onto the opening area.
Kareem Ali: Well, here he comes…the new guy…hope you survive the experience!
Ashley Sparxxx: The next contest is scheduled for one fall. Entering the arena, from Boston, Massachusetts, ANDREW SANDERS!”
As Sanders steps out onto the light, we can see he’s dragging something.
We can hear Martin Mays voice off camera: Kareem, I just got word that the new guy is brining a steel chair with him to the ring. Apparently, he’s taking no chances with Zasalamel!
Kareem Ali: Well, can you blame him. Look how the guy is watching all angles. That sick clown can come at you from any direction.
Sanders can be seen walking down the ramp looking behind him a couple of times. Suddenly…
The haunting notes of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata begin to play and Andrew Sanders stops cold on the ramp. Not showing fear, but awareness, he turns to see the entrance of the twisted clown. The new guy raises his chair at the ready and tightens his grip. Unexpectantly, Zasalamel slides out from under the ring, his own chair in hand, and runs at Sanders. Surprisingly, the new superstar turns to meet the attack! Both chairs clack hard; glancing off each other. As Zasalamel goes for another whack, Andrew nails the dark clown in the midsection with his chair. The clown drops his chair and Sanders drops him with something akin to atwist of hate on the chair and the steel of the ramp!
Suddenly, Martin Mays shouts: Oh, NO! Not again!
Kareem Ali: Well, at least this time somebody got the shot off on that dirty clown!!
Sanders picks up Zasalamel and drags him to the ring and forces him in.
Kareem Ali: Why in the hell did he do that? He should have just finished him on the ramp! That would have served that sicko right!
Martin Mays: Well, maybe…just maybe…he wanted to get the match started to prove his prowess in the ring?
The referee calls for the bell as Sanders climbs into the ring.
Andrew Sanders vs Zasalamel
Sanders goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
The clown kicks out!
Kareem Ali: I’m tellin’ ya that kid is no good! Did you see that? He went for the pin. Prove his ring prowess? Really?
Martin Mays; I’m not sure. We don’t have a lot about this guy besides he’s from the PWA.
Kareem Ali: Oh, God!! I don’t like him already!
Martin Mays: Anyway, he was hardcore champion twice! So, I think he can handle himself in extreme circumstances.
Kareem Ali: Well, it’s about to get extreme! That clown is up!
Zasalamel catches Sanders from behind and flips him in a clean suplex! After yelling in the young new talents ear, the clown grabs Andrew and puts him in a violent arm bar; yanking hard. Sanders shows the pain in his face as he tries to power himself out.
Martin Mays: These two are really evenly matched physically; both within a couple of inches and a few pounds off each other.
Kareem Ali: Well, right now, that dirty clown is on top of the new guy. Sanders better do something fast or this one is over!
Sanders, then, flips his feet up over his head and catches the ropes! The referee warns Zasalamel, but he won’t let the hold go!! Sander’s face is going red.
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TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
The clown finally lets go and gets up. Sanders rolls out and pulls himself up only to get a kick to the side! Zasalamel follows up with an ax handle to the side of the newbie’s head! The referee gives the clown a warning and he gets an earful from the makeup smeared face. Sanders rolls out of the ring to catch a breather. Zasalamel sees this and baseball slides out of the ring. Sanders sees him coming though. The newbie jumps to the apron and launches into a missle dropkick; knocking Zasalamel backwards and sending him flipping into the crowd!
Martin Mays: OH MY GOD! AMAZING!!
We get a small chant of HOLY SHIT from the crowd as Sanders finally gets up off the floor and goes to see where the clown ended up. But, as Andrew comes up to the barricade, Zasalamel appears out of nowhere and catches his head in a cutter position and drops him chin first onto the barricade! The clown is seen just sitting against the barricade in the audience just smiling at the camera.
Suddenly, he stops smiling and speaks to the camera: All is lost, kiddies…All is lost…
Zasalamel suddenly jumps up and leaps over the barricade. He stands over the fallen Sanders with a wicked smile on his painted face. Andrew gives the clown a few shots to the gut, but it doesn’t stop him. He chops the new guys shoulder hard and Sanders yells out in pain. Zasalamel, then, gives a flying knee across the new guys face which is now bleeding. The clown is quick to flip Sanders in position for the CRADLE TO GRAVE piledriver!
Martin Mays: Oh, no! Not again! Phoenix needs to get in here and stop this!!
Kareem Ali: Why? It’s just getting interesting!
Out of nowhere, Sanders feet get locked around the neck of Zasalamel! His eyes grow wide as Andrew flips the clown in a Hurricarana; sending him flying hard into the ringsteps!!
Martin Mays: He did NOT see that coming!!
Sanders, bleeding pretty bad now, picks up the steel chair and swings for the fences; nailing Zasalamel in the head. Now the white face paint is speared in blood and both men look messed up.
Martin Mays: This needs to be stopped. I don’t remember this being fought under hardcore rules!!
Kareem Ali: When did you become such a pussy, Mays? Why don’t you go sit down and pee somewhere!!
Sanders goes for another chair shot, but Zasalamel catches the chair and whips it out of his opponent’s hand. Without thinking about it, the clown nails Sanders across the forehead again! As Andrew falls, Zasalamel drops to the floor.
Suddenly, we can hear the referee counting!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Zasalamel pulls himself up and drags himself into the ring. Sanders is stiring.
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
Sanders crawls up the ring steps as the crowd chants: Hardcore! Hardcore!
NINE!
Out of nowhere, Zasalamel comes running and knocks Sanders off the apron into the barricade. That stops the count and the referee scolds the clown. The camera gets a shot of Sanders on the barricade muttering and staring at the clown.
Martin Mays: Sanders is out of his mind right now!
Kareem Ali: You’d have to be to fight this crazy clown!
Sanders pulls himself up and starts into the ring. Zasalamel meets him at the ropes and grabs his head; DDTing him hard to the mat. He, then, picks up the newcomer, raises him up and drops him with the Fur Elise!
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THREE!
The referee goes to lift the clown’s hand, but the paranoid freak pulls it away and glares at the official. Zasalamel rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. Sliding it into the ring, he climbs up on the ropes and stares psychotically at the crowd.
Kareem Ali: OH, NO! I don’t like the look in that clowns eyes!
The disheveled, bloodied clown climbs in and begins to beat Sanders with the chair. It takes a whole group of security to pull him off.
Zasalamel, finally, rolls out of the ring and walks slowly out to his music.
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The cameras cut to the back and a young, intern interviewer stands ready with microphone in hand.
Interviewer: My name is R J Mackelroy and I am here to get the RUNDOWN.
Suddenly, Stevie Starr steps into view.
RJ Mackelroy: That's why I'm here with former PWA champion, Stevie Starr, to hear his reaction to a meeting he and Pesinger had earlier about the match tonight.
Stevie smiles; looking a little annoyed: My thoughts. Right. Hey, kid, you shave yet?
RJ Mackelroy: Yes.
Stevie: You get laid...never mind...of course you haven't. Look at that sweater vest. And, on top of that, no body cares. So, back to my thoughts that EVERYBODY cares about. Let's just say, Pesinger and I aren't seeing eye to eye. He's not accustomed to enetering the ring with greatness and I'm not used to having a two bit reject from DELIVERENCE tell me what to do.
Stevie doesn't wait for another question, but looks at the camera: And don't forget to buy the Hangover and Hangover Part Two on DVD and Blueray. The Hangover Three is in production. And I'm in negotiations with Charlie Sheen to do Hangover Four! Man, life just keeps getting better and better when you're Stevie Starr!
He walks off leaving the kid holding the mic.
Martin Mays: A man of many words and little concern for anybody other than himself, that Stevie Starr.
Kareeem Ali: Well, what do you expect out of those glory hound PWA guys.
Stevie Starr and Darrin Pesinger VS Mercy and Indiana
The commentators are interrupted by KISS MY COUNTRY ASS by Blake Sheldon blaring over the sound system. It can barely be heard though over the sound of the crowd booing. Darren Pesinger steps out with his girl Bambi.
Ashley Sparxxx: This contest is set for one fall and is a tag team match. Entering first, from Macon, Georgia, weighing in at 238 pounds, Darrin Pessinger!
Martin Mays: Well, this crowd really isn't behind this cowboy, Pesinger.
Kareem Ail: Well, apparently, his partner isn't either!
Then, as if on cue...
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Darrin Pesinger was half way down the ramp and not looking a bit happy, as the lights go down and the spotlights flash. Finally, they rest upon the person of Stevie Starr on top of the ramp. There is a bit of a squeal from the ladies in the audience, but the guys are getting loud; showing their dislike of the movie star.
Ashley Sparxxx: And, his partner, from Blackpool, England, but living and starring in Hollywood, California; STEVIE STARR!
Starr walks down to the ring stopping to kiss a few beauties and signing a few autographs. He also stops to pose for a few pictures as the cameras cut to Pesinger in the ring seething. Finally, both men are in the ring and giving each other a look. Starr grins as...
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Suddenly, the signature candy apple red 57 chevy enters the arena and Steven Mercy and Tracy Indiana are seen riding on the back of the covertable. Two hot blonde beauties with poodle skirts are in the front; one is driving. The crowd gives a huge pop as they near the ring area. Jumping out and giving their girls a kiss, the number one tag team of the ACW makes their way to the ring.
Ashley Sparxxx: And, their opponents, with a combined weight of 425 pounds, MERCY AND INDIANA!!!
As Mercy tells the girls to stay put, Indiana looks into the camera and lets out a trademark 'Oooooooooooo!'
It's a good thing the girls stayed behind, because Pesinger hits Indiana from out of nowhere! He, then, catches Mercy with a kick to the gut and flips him into the audience. The cameras catch sight of Starr on the other side of the ring talking to a hot, young New York bruenette. Indiana grabs Pesinger and throws him into the steel steps hard.
The crowd lets out a painful: OH!!
Mercy has recovered from the crowd and gives Darrin a boot to the side of the head! The referee warns the tag team with disqualification and they back off with their hands in the air like they were'nt doing anything.
As Indidna 'helps' Pesinger into the ring, Martin Mays finds his voice; Oh, my. Mercy and Indiana are NOT taking these two lightly.
Kareem Ali; Well, it serves the cowboy right, if you ask me!
Mercy slides in the ring and the bell rings to start the match. Pesinger is still a bit dazed as the leather jacket comes off and Mercy grabs the cowboy and pulls him up. He quickly slaps a suplex on Pesinger and tags Indiana in. He wastes no time dropping a hard elbow onto his opponent. Indiana pulls Darrin up and drops him again with a DDT! In fluid motion, he tags in Mercy and drops Pesinger in a sustained back breaker and Mercy jumps with a leg drop off the top rope!!
Kareem Ali: The Death sentence already?
Mercy goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Pesinger kicks out!
Martin Mays: How in the world! I figured he was done! But where's his tag team partner?
The camera cuts to Starr talking sweet to that young beauty. He notices Pesinger crawling over for a tag and jumps up to the apron.
Martin Mays: Well, at least , he'll be there to help his partner.
As Mercy closes in, Darrin sees him coming and mule kicks him in the privates. The crowd lets out a groan as Pesinger reaches for the tag. Stevie reaches out but pulls his hand back. Dropping to the floor, he leaves Darrin hanging on the corner turnbuckle shocked. As Stevie climbs over the barricade, he and the lovely brunette walk through the crowd and out of the arena.
Martin Mays: I can't believe this! He's leaving Pesinger to deal with ACW's best tag team BY HIMSELF!!
Kareem Ali: He's toast. Ha! Ha!
As Stevie Starr exits the building, Mercy, who sees what is going on, pulls Darren back towards the centre of the ring, then all the way to the other turnbuckle, where he tags in Indiana. The two greasers take profit of the few seconds in between the tag and the order for Mercy to leave, and perform a quick double team on the cowboy, punishing him with stomps. The referee continues to try to separate them, but Mercy and Indiana pay him no mind and go for their finishing combo of Superplex and Superfly Leap! They pull it off, and Indiana, the legal man, goes for the cover. But just as the referee is kneeling down to count to three...
Martin Mays: What is this?! Who is this?!
A small, lean figure has just appeared, whisking down the ramp at full speed, steel chair in hand. As he approaches the ring, Mercy squares off to him, but the newcomer hits him over the head with the chair. He then climbs the apron and breaks Indiana's pin by hitting him in the back with the steel chair as well. The referee calls for the bell, signalling the victory of the rockabilly duo, but the two don't seem too happy, as they regroup and retire, moodily.
Ashley Sparxx: The winners of this contest, as the result of a disqualification, Mercy and Indiana!
As the pair's theme song echoes through the small arena, however, it is another pair who stand triumphant in the middle of the ring. As the new arrival raises his partner's hand in the air, the camera closes up on an astonished Darren mouthing the question:
Darren Pesinger: What are you doing here?
Then, it switches around, to show the newcomer's smiling face uttering the simple answer:
Jack Ripper says where we cant hear him, we can read his lips: I was in town...
Mercy and Indiana are beside themselves! They're happy they won, but not happy about the attack.
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The familiar old style rock and roll music gets everyone's attention. Suddenly, from the back about eight young women in poodle skirts run down the ramp and stand, four on each side and dance. As the chorus hits, two figures in leather jackets and white tees (much like Mercy and Indianas) step out onto the stage area. The crowd likes the music and ACW's number one tag team and their girls like it too and dance a little too. That is, until they get wind of who it is who has stepped out onto the stage!
The cameras cut in close as the new arrivals take out a comb and pull back their greasy, long hair.
Martin Mays: Wait a minute! That's those two Mexican rejects from last week! What the hell do they want?
Kareem Ali: I don't know, but it can't be good.
The music keeps playing as a new dancer hits the stage and dances with El Loko and maddog. Only problem, this dancer, although wearing a poodle skirt like the rest, is thinner and has bleach white legs. As the dancer gets spun around...
Martin Mays: Oh, My GOD! It's that stupid clown...
Kareem Ali: in a skirt!
The music fades as the cracked clown comes to a halt at the top of the ramp. El Loko and Maddog, his twin engines of destruction, come up beside him and comb their hair some more.
El Loko and Maddog: AaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Wisecrack smiles and pulls a microphone out of his skirt: See, it was a microphone. I wasn't just glad to see you!
The crowd begins to boo heavily and chant: STUPID CLOWN! STUPID CLOWN!
Wisecrack smarls: I shaved my legs for this, dammit!! So listen up!!
Part of the crowd laughs, but most of them boo harder.
The clown looks down at ring area and, particularly, Mercy and Indiana: Ok, Opie and Goober, I'm going to try and make this simple so you can keep up. They keep calling you ACW's Best Tag Team. Well, that was easy when you were the ONLY tag team. So, time to redefine BEST.
Wisecrack grins wickedly: SO, what say we have a match to end all matches...or to end you at least.
Indiana starts to rush them, but Mercy holds him back.
Wisecrack laughs: I guess you Yonkers people have heard of a Pay Per View, haven't you? Well, if we have one here, I challenge you two to a tag team match to tell everybody who's the BEST! What's say?
The crowd erupts as Indiana says something to Mercy. Suddenly, the two break out into a run and El Loko and Maddog meat them halfway down the ramp! The brawl goes on for short while till security seperates them.
Wisecrack grins as his boys retreat to the entrance: I'll take that as a YES!
HOLLOW AGAIN by Project 86 plays as images of Nuclear bombs flash on the walls. The Nuclear bombs turn to a clowns head. The two tag teams stare each other down.
After the surprising ending of the tag match, the live feed cuts to the backstage, where Darren Pesinger and the man who saved him moments ago are walking down a hallway, all smiles and pats on the back. Darren seems astonished, a huge grin invading his usually deep-set features:
Darren Pesinger: How the HELL did you know to save me, Jackie-boy?!
The newcomer - Darren's old PWA Tag Team partner, Jack Ripper - smiles back, ribbing his friend playfully:
Jack Ripper: Man, Darren, being a heel must have fried your one braincell! That's STEVIE STARR. Did you really think he was going to come through for you? ESPECIALLY after what you said to him earlier...
Darren grins again, in spite of himself:
Darren Pesinger: So you was watchin' the show...
Jack Ripper: Yeah I was watching the show! What, you thought just 'cause I had retired I'd stopped caring?
The two man stop for a moment, just smiling at each other, no words necessary. Then, at lenght, it is Darren who speaks:
Darren Pesinger: Jack...thanks!
Ripper, in turn, just smiles modestly.
Jack Ripper: Nah, don't mention it. And from now on, if you need me...I'll always be around.
Darren's eyes widen.
Darren Pesinger: For real?
Jack nods.
Jack Ripper: Yeah. Somebody's gotta keep an eye on you, don't they? And to be honest, I had kind of started to miss wrestling... So what do you say? Should we give this a second try....partner?
The wiry youth holds out his hand, which Darren stares at for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. His indecision, however, does not last more than a few seconds, as soon he takes Jacqui's hand in a forceful grip:
Darren Pesinger: You're on...partner.
SYN and DREW ALEXANDER VS ACW Champion CHRISTOPHER FLAIR
The cameras cut back to the ring where the owner, Phoenix, is waiting and the crowd is giving her a huge pop.
Phoenix: Ok, ACW, we come to tonight's MAIN EVENT!
That starts an eruption from the crowd.
After they calm down a bit, Phoenix speaks again: Now, before we go any farther, I want to clear the air a bit. So, will the number one contender, SYN, please come to the ring?
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Martin Mays: Well, we certainly didn't have to wait long for an answer!
Kareem Ali: It's that freak, SYN! I mean, do we really want a guy like this to be the face of ACW?
Martin Mays; I really don't think that's up to us, Kareem!
Kareem Ali: Well, it should be.
The enigmatic superstar steps out onto the stage enveloped by smoke and gets a strong pop from the crowd. Almost like a funeral procession, Syn walks down the ramp and slithers up the ring steps; stopping to stare at the owner of ACW in the ring. Then, before his music stops, he slides under the top rope and goes to sit in his favorite seat in the center of the ring.
Phoenix: Don’t bother sitting. This won’t take long an you have a match.
SYN freezes and looks up at his employer a little irritated.
Phoenix: Last week was full of unscheduled things going on in the ring. One of them happened after we went off air last week and I think the fans need to see it and it needs to be dealt with.
A large screen TV has been pulled out and mounted near the entrance. It replays SYN’s tirade after the show where he accosted and abducted a stage hand and came out to the ring demanding a match with both Flair and McHenry. It also showed Phoenix denying him.
(If you want to read the whole incident check out SYN’s rp: http://wrestlingsmarks.com/forums/t23529/ )
The cameras cut back to the two in the ring.
Phoenix turns to SYN: Now, that type of behavior will not be tolerated.
SYN grins sarcastically: I don’t see McHenry out here. Why isn’t he being called to the carpet?
Phoenix; I will take care of McHenry. You have enough trouble watching out for yourself. I denied you last week when you demanded a match with McHenry and Flair again. But, this week, I have decided to give it a shot.
The crowd erupts wanting to see the match.
Phoenix: IF you win your match, then, NEXT WEEK on Adrenaline, it will be Christopher Flair, SYN and John McHenry in a triple threat match. NONE TITLE.
SYN scowls at her.
Phoenix: That title will not be up till the OVERDRIVE Pay Per View. And it will be between you and Flair as promised.
SYN grabs her microphone making the owner not in the least bit happy: GOOD. Cause I want the match high profile and I’m the only superstar in all of ACW that deserves the shot…
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HERO by Skillet plays and both SYN and Phoenix turn to see the entrance of Drew Alexander as the pyros go off. He steps out to the ramp and throws his hands up as the crowd gives a strong pop. Drew smiles at the crowd.
Kareem Ali: Oh, yeah! It’s the EXPERIENCE!! This oughta be good!
Alexander enters the ring bringing his own mic: the only one, huh, SYN?
SYN says off mic: Yeah, it’s what I said.
Drew smirks at the number one contender: Well, you have to remember who’s watching your back tonight. And, as far as I’m concerned, I’m NEXT in line!
Alexander steps up to SYN and stares into his painted face.
Martin Mays: These two have to exist as a tag team. How in the hell is that going to happen?
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The crowd erupts into a sea of boos as SYN and Drew Alexander continue to stare each other down. Christopher Flair, the self proclaimed SON OF GOD, steps out in a tailor made robe with his name on the back. On his arm is one of the hottest women ANYBODY’s ever seen. HE spins and lets out a WOOOO! He wastes no time getting to the ring; allowing the hottie to help him with his robe. SYN and Alexander are still locked on one another as Flair steps into the ring.
Christopher Flair has his own microphone: While the two supposed partners have a staring contest, did I tell anyone I just went to Italy and back?
The crowd boos Flair mercilessly.
Flair: Yeah, something else I can do that none of you can; especially you..(POINTS)…the fat guy on the front row by himself. Yeah, none of you can do that. I had a great time; thanks for asking.
The noise of the crowd just gets worst. Syn and Alexander looks around at the champ.
Christopher Flair: Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just here to win…
Phoenix doesn’t mix words, but calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Suddenly, Drew and Syn double clothesline Flair to the floor to the delight of the crowd! SYN turns and tells Alexander to get out of the ring so he can start the match. This starts an argument. This lasts a few seconds; enough for Flair to recover and climb to the apron. Before they know it, he jumps to the top rope and launches into a Springboard Twisting Enzigiri. This nails Drew Alexander across the temple. Flair lands on his feet only to get hit with SYN’s wheel kick! Alexander rolls to the outside as SYN continues the offense. Flair is getting off the mat as the bizaire one jumps to the top of the corner turnbuckle and jumps! He hits Flair with a diving tornado DDT! The crowd erupts!
As SYN gets ready, he is inadvertently tagged in by Drew Alexander who has recovered. The two stare each other down but SYN gives his ‘partner’ the ring. Alexander grabs Flair up and flips him overhead with a belly to belly suplex. Instead of going for the pin, he looks at the camera and throws his arms open showing off!
Martin Mays: He needs to quit showing off and stick to business.
Kareem Ali; Hey, when you have the EXPERIENCE, you got it! He deserves to show off some!
Suddenly, Flair reaches up and rolls Drew up!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Martin Mays: As I was saying, he needs to quit playing around!
Both men get up and meet each other in the middle of the ring for a lock up. After a struggle, the bigger man, Flair, throws Alexander into the corner. Without hesitation, Christopher hits his opponent with a splash! The champ follows up with a good ole fashion CHOP!
The audience: WHOOOOO!!!
Flair answers with his own WHOO and goes for another one, but Alexander is quick to reverse it and flip the champ into the corner. Drew, then, gives Flair a strong chop in insult. SYN is yelling form the corner. After a thought, Alexander Irish whips Flair into the opposite corner and tags SYN! The enigma jumps to the middle rope and jumps; catching the champ with a leaping reverses STO!! Both hit the mat hard and lay there for a while.
Kareen Ali: Insanities EDGE folks! Nobody does that move better!
Martin Mays: But did it do as much damage to SYN as it did to the champ?
Both struggle to get up, but Flair grabs SYN’s legs and goes for the figure four! But SYN flips him around and slaps his own submission on the champ!
Martin Mays: The Crossface Chicken wing! This could be it!
Kareem Ali: Yeah, SYN has Alexander to back him up. Who does Flair have?
As if in answer, we see John McHenry jump the barricade and flip Alexander off the apron!
Martin Mays: Oh, GAWD! Not again! Drew never saw that coming!
Big John picks up the dazed X-Factor and drops him with BANKRUPT hard to the floor!
Kareem Ali: That ought to do it for Alexander!
The two in the ring haven’t noticed and neither has the referee. McHenry climbs to the apron right behind the referee and gets in. He drops the official with a cutter!
Martin Mays: NO! NOT LIKE THIS…..AGAIN!
As both men in the ring look up, SYN gets a boot the head and a follow up elbow for Flair. The crowd has erupted into a massive chorus of boos. McHenry just looks proud of himself as he looks at the two men struggling to get up.
Martin Mays: These two have taken the wind out of each other in the ring. McHenry is just taking advantage of the situation!
Kareem Ali: He’s just being smart!
Quickly, John grabs SYN and drops him with a Jacknife powerbomb! Flair pulls himself up on the corner only to get a massive splash from McHenry. As the champ bounces off the turnbuckle, John catches him and snaps him to the mat hard with a BANKRUPT of his own! McHenry just stands over the carnage with a smirk on his face as Phoenix rants from outside of the ring. The referee wakes up slowly. This gets John’s attention as he goes to drag Flair to the middle of the ring.
Martin Mays: Here we go again! Flair wins with McHenry’s help. (Sarcastically) I never get tired of that!
John stops before dropping the champ on SYN and grins. Suddenly, before the referee sees what’s going on, McHenry drops Flair and, instead, pulls SYN over the champ! Rolling out the ring, McHenry walks up the ramp to the hatred of the crowd. Before either can recover, the referee drops for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DUALITY by Slipknot plays as Phoenix gets in the ring with the trainers to check out the talent. As McHenry stops at the top of the ramp to soak up the moment, the owner of ACW stands in the ring with an unhappy look on her face. SYN and Flair are shown pulling themselves up. SYN is staring as the champ is seen muttering under his breath with an evil look in his eyes.
-END-
Credits
SLIM- The opening bout
Pete- Henry Calvash vs Marcus Crimson vs Billy Young
Eric Snow vs Kraven vs Cory Allen
John McHenry vs Aaron Asterisk
The tag ending and the vignette after
BDC- Everything else
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