Adrenaline 4/13/2012 Stevie Starr and Darren Pessinger vs Mercy and Indiana

[BDC]

If you are not in this match, don't post in this thread. If you are in this match, don't spam it up with OOC talk. Only TWO rp cap per team (SO TWO for Mercy and Indiana and Two split between Pete and Shaun) with the deadline being April 15, 2012 at 11:59 PM Eastern Time. Good Luck!

 

[Kiffy Lube]

Here we are at a drive-in theatre. It's a nice night to take a girl out and that was the plan for Mercy & Indiana despite the new match for Adrenaline. The camera is showing off the majestic sky instead of the movie. It pans around to show some classic cars out tonight. Finally the camera gets around to food stand. It's Mercy & Indiana jibber jabbering about something. Let's listen in.

Stephen Mercy: Calm down, Indiana.

Tracy Indiana: I can't help it... I think we are in some serious trouble. We are in serious limbo.

Stephen Mercy: I don't want to have to tell you again.

Tracy Indiana: What are we going to do?

Stephen Mercy: What do you want from me?

Tracy Indiana: An idea? We are facing some pretty tough costumers this coming Adrenaline.

Stephen Mercy: Ugh! We are the best tag team in the world. As far as I know the two punks we are facing have never teamed. This is the same story as Cory Allen and that other bozo John McHenry. You are over thinking this. We have everything under control. EVERYTHING!

Tracy Indiana: Alright, boss. So what are you gonna get?

Stephen Mercy: I haven't decided yet.

Now at the front of the line they make their orders to bring to their lovely dates. Mostly Popcorn and Root Beer was purchased. Indiana had to get some cotton candy for himself, though. They start to walk away still jibber jabbering about whatever.

Tracy Indiana: I doubt our opponents are out scarfing down junk food like this.

Stephen Mercy: What did you just say? Are you still on this?

Tracy Indiana: Seriously... I have a bad feeling about this match.

Stephen Mercy: What are you really worried about?

Tracy Indiana: It's not just Darren Pesinger... It's Stevie Starr.... Come on!

Stephen Mercy: They are big threats and maybe individuallly once in a blue moon they could defeat us in single's competition but this is the tag team world... And... say IT!

Tracy Indiana: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Stephen Mercy: Not that! I meant for you to say we are the best tag team in the World... Ugh, nevermind.

It looks like they have got to their vehicle. Nice convertible but it's too dark and the camera is seemingly too close to show you want they are driving exactly. Mercy gets up front next to his blonde date and Indiana gets in the back to his brunette babe. Drinks are passed around and some snuggling occurs for a few seconds. Relaxing and watching none other than Them!

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Indiana isn't comfortable long and keeps moving around with uneasiness. His date asks what's wrong he says nothing and tries to play it off. It's not working very well and Mercy and his lovely date are now noticing this.

Stephen Mercy: Holy Moly! Can't you just enjoy the night?

Tracy Indiana: Hey! I'm trying to.

Stephen Mercy: We got a beautiful night, even more beautiful ladies and one of your favorite Monster movies.

Tracy Indiana: It's just... I don't know.

Stephen Mercy: I told you not to worry. We... I mean I have it under control.

Tracy Indiana: Yeah, prove it!

Stephen Mercy: How?

Tracy Indiana: Show me you have things under control!

Stephen Mercy: Are you sure about this?

Tracy Indiana: YES!

Stephen Mercy: FINE!

It's just then Mercy gets out of his classy car and slams the door behind. His mood has turned rather quickly due to Indiana being not himself tonight. Rage seems to boiling over in him. He paces a few steps to the next vehicle to the right of him. Walking around to the driver's seat. Some nervous father and his Family are trying to enjoy the night. Mercy doesn't waste much time opening the car door and yanking out this poor sap. You can see Mercy throw him up against the guy's own car and give him a look like no other. Done playing around Mercy starts to pummel the guy's face in. He doesn't stop for about for about 15 seconds leaving him a bloody mess in the process. Then calmly Mercy makes his way back to his own car and casually gets back into the front seat.

Stephen Mercy: I told you I had things under control... You just have just listened...

Tracy Indiana: What happened? You were on the other side of that car.

Stephen Mercy: You at least heard what happened? Right?

Tracy Indiana: Kind of...

Stephen Mercy: Jesus... What do I have to do?

Tracy Indiana: Woah... I just wanted some reassurance.

Stephen Mercy: Oh... Is that all? How about this for reassurance.

Mercy is now bringing his hand up to view which is zoomed in on. It's covered in blood along with that Best Tag Team World ring. Indiana looks on in shock. Mercy grabs something to wipe his hand off staring at Indiana. It's a few seconds later they start to nod together.

Tracy Indiana: OOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!! We got this.... Oh we got this.

After staring at the camera like maniacs for a few seconds they return to their dates and the flick. Everything is now squared away. What about the Lunatics? Is everything fine or have the Lunatics got into the minds of Mercy & Indiana? I guess we will have to wait and see.​

 

[Pete]

Somewhere in the early stages of the ACW Adrenaline live feed, the camera cuts to a backstage segment. The scene is a hallway, up which saunters one of the PWA newcomers, the cowboy, Darren Pesinger. He is followed close behind by a trashy bleached blonde, whose fake leopard coat and matching top obviously try to give the appearance of class, an impression which is sadly undermined every time she trips on her spike heels.

As we catch up with the duo, she has just taken another stumble, and curses foully, swinging both her purse and her bottle of moonshine about unsteadily. Hearing the expletive, Darren turns back on his heels to remark harshly:

Darren Pesinger: Gawsh darnit, Bambi! Can't ya walk straight? Yer gon' 'barass me in front'a that city boy!

The cowboy's escort slurrs something nasty at her companion, who pays her no mind other than to admonish her again:

Darren Pesinger: And 'member, if he asks, you's my woman! Ya got that?

The blonde nods vaguely, still stalking sulkily after the PWA superstar. Eventually, they both walk up to a locker room door, where a Hollywood-style star with the name "S. Starr" is clearly visible. Reaching behind him to pull the blonde closer, Darren knocks on the door, all the while making a spectacle of heavy-petting his lady friend.

After a few seconds, the proprietor of the locker room, and Darren's erstwhile partner for the night, comes to the door. As expected, he is wearing very little apart from a silk robe, and a breasty blonde can be seen coming up behind him. As he sees the trailer-trash couple standing outside his door, he cannot suppress a sneer:

Stevie Starr: What do *you* want?

Darren continues to ostensibly pet and stroke Bambi, even as he warns the movie star:

Darren Pesinger: Watch yer tongue, pretty boy. I came here to tell you somethin', an' I ain't got much time - this fahn lay-dee can't wait f'r a taste of ol' Daz P!

Stevie seems amused by this last statement from the cowboy, as he confronts him with his own contradiction:

Stevie Starr: Well, then, quit stalling and say it! I've also got better things to do...

Prompted in such decisive fashion, Darren finally gets to the point:

Darren Pesinger: Well, it's real plain 'n' simple, tenderfoot. I don't like you, an' I don't think you like me neither...

Stevie nods his head, confirming Darren's words, as the Southerner continues:

Darren Pesinger: ...but we gotta do this tonight, an' I'll be damned if I'm losin' on 'count o' some greenhorn city-slicker!

Stevie Starr (interrupting): ...who just happens to have won more belts than you...

Darren, however, does not even seem to have heard the film star's remark, as he goes on:

Darren Pesinger: So here's how shit's gon' go down, son: I'm'a take care o' those two Happy Days clowns, and you's gon' sit pretty in that there turnbuckle an' watch me do so! Got it?

Stevie, however, clearly didn't "get it", as he scornfully rebuffs the cowboy's orders:

Stevie Starr: Who do you think you are bossing me around, you two-bit Dukes of Hazzard bit part reject? Do you know who I am? Out there in 'the wild', you'd be carrying bales of hay for my horses, you illiterate trailer-trash dolt! Now, you listen, and listen good: you get in my way tonight, and it's the last thing you'll ever do in this business. "Got it"?

Here, Starr mercilessly mocks his interloper's Southern accent, causing the redneck's blood to boil. Before Darren can reply, however, Stevie begins to shut his locker room door again, leaving no margin for discussion. Before the door closes totally, a few partting words can be heard from the one-time PWA Undispusted Champion:

Stevie Starr: Oh, and next time, unless your date is Taylor Swift...don't bother.

And with this, he slams the locker room door in the face of an increasingly angry Darren and a drunkenly dazed Bambi, who adds insult to injury with her final words:

Bambi Juggs: Dayum! That was one fahn-look'n' man!

 

[Kiffy Lube]

It's a little later in the evening and a camera seems to be attached to the front of the classic car Mercy & Indiana are rolling around in. It seems to be a genuine Ford Thunderbird by the looks of it. The duo stops at one place and Indiana is saying goodbye to his date from earlier. A little smooching occurs before his now steady girlfriend leaves cheerily. Mercy relaxes a bit before starting the car back up.

Stephen Mercy: That is one fine dame, Indiana that you got there.

Tracy Indiana: Don't you know it?

Mercy's date still in the vehicle gets a little upset at Mercy's comments but calms down after some harmless flirting. The car roars back to life as Stephen finishes apologizing. They back up out of the driveway looking rather cool while doing so before taking off to the next stop. All the camera shows at this point is Mercy's hair staying remarkable in place as Indiana's hair is playfully swaying the wind. Oh and of course Mercy's girlfriend trying to cover up from showing too much skin. It's about 30 seconds later that arrive at another random house. After some smooching this time with Mercy and his lady she leaves as happy as can be. Mercy seems distracted not by his date at this point but something on his mind.

Tracy Indiana: I could watch her walk back to her house all night.

Stephen Mercy: Yeah?

Tracy Indiana: Is something wrong man?

Stephen Mercy: No, no nothing is wrong. I don't want to talk about this here anyways.

Once again Mercy starts up his Thunderbird and they back out of the driveway. It's a few blocks of uneasiness from the two before stopping outside abandoned building. Indiana hops out and joins his friend in the front before the two converse some more.

Tracy Indiana: So whats on your mind, boss?

Stephen Mercy: I wanted to know if you really prepared our next match up. I had to shake you back to life earlier tonight. I hope you aren't still rattled.

Tracy Indiana: I'm as cool as cucumber. Forget about it!

Stephen Mercy: You aren't just putting on a front are ya?

Tracy Indiana: You'd see right through it if I was.

Stephen Mercy: Right, right.

Tracy Indiana: What about you?

Stephen Mercy: I showed you how ready I was before.

Tracy Indiana: Oh yeah that innocent Father. I hope he's alright.

Stephen Mercy: That was in front of our dates, though. This is different. It's late, really late like 11 o'clock now. We need to get our minds on Pessinger and Starr.

Tracy Indiana: Trust me, I'm already there partner.

Stephen Mercy: Oh? Is that so?

Tracy Indiana: Like you wouldn't believe.

Indiana casually turns on the radio to rock a little bit. Mercy thinks Indiana isn't paying attention to him as the music gets turned up. Indiana seems to be lost in the music already with Mercy getting a look of concern across his face. The tension seems to rising at the moment. The song itself finally be recognized as Indiana once again turns up the sounds of Big Joe Turner are heard.

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Mercy has enough and turns off the radio with a reaction of shock by Indiana. Stephen turns his head with a look of disgust at his partner.

Stephen Mercy: What is the matter with you tonight?

Tracy Indiana: What?

Stephen Mercy: Instead of getting ready for our next match you've went from being unprepared to acting as if doesn't concern you.

Tracy Indiana: So?

Stephen Mercy: I think it's your turn to prove you are ready.

Tracy Indiana: We already dropped the ladies off...

Stephen Mercy: This isn't about impressing them, you could do that not even trying. You need to impress me NOW!

Tracy Indiana: I'm not sure...

Stephen Mercy: But I AM!

Tracy Indiana: Ugh... Alright... What do you want me to do?

Mercy's look of anger has turned into a slight smile as he grabs a brick from somewhere in the backseat. He hands it to Indiana. After this Mercy gets a paper, pen and string conveniently placed in the glove box. He writes on the paper in big letters "SIT ON IT." He folds it nicely and ties it to the brick in Indiana's hand.

Tracy Indiana: Okay...

Stephen Mercy: Now I want you to throw that into some random window...

Tracy Indiana: Nobody lives in this building...

Stephen Mercy: Good thing there is an apartment complex across the street.

Tracy Indiana: What happens if someone comes outside?

Stephen Mercy: You beat them up, of course. Now get to it!

Tracy listens to his buddy and slams the car door behind him before heading across the street. Indiana wastes no time throwing the brick through a second story window. The crash is loud but nothing seems to occur. Indiana seems confident that nobody is going to come and attempts to head back when some angry old man runs out the main floor door for the complex with the brick in hand. Indiana doubles back and trips the guy onto the cement before bashing his head a few times with the brick leaving him even bloodier than their last unlucky victim. The camera goes back to showing Mercy who know has a wide eyed grin seemingly happy with his partner's redemption. Indiana heads back over with blood being shown from behind his leather jacket on his plain white tee. The scene ends with an odd friendship-like handshake between the two before Indiana jumps back into the passenger seat.​

 

[Pete]

About a third of the way into the show, after the first couple of matches have elapsed, the ACW Adrenaline live feed cuts to the backstage, where we see Lisa Courier waiting with microphone in hand.

After a moment, her head turns to the right, signifying the approach of a person, or people, of interest. And indeed, almost immediately afterwards, we witness the appearance of cowboy heartthrob Darren Pesinger, still clinging on to his inebriated escort, Bambi Juggs.

And it is the bleached blonde who speaks first, before Lisa has even opened her mouth:

Bambi Juggs: Whut bizniss d'ya have wi' mah man?!

Darren, however, interrupts agressively, eyeing Ms Courier even as he reproaches Bambi:

Darren Pesinger: Shut the hell up, ya dumb ditz! She just wants an interview! Go 'head, darl'n'...

Thus prompted, and still under the glare of Darren's companion, Lisa turns to the redneck and begins:

Lisa Courier: First of all, Darren, would you like to tell us who this is?

Bambi begins to open her mouth, but the Southerner cuts across, off-handedly:

Darren Pesinger: Oh, this is Bambi. She's my gal.

Lisa Courier nods, then shoots the next question:

Lisa Courier: Will she be at ringside for your match tonight with Mercy and Indiana?

Darren Pesinger: Hell, she just might! If they'll let me...I mean. I'm sure they're gon' let that purty-boy Starr have *his* gal at ringside, so why not mine?!

This gives the reporter the perfect segue into the next question:

Lisa Courier: And speaking of Stevie, what is your relationship with him? Coming from the PWA, you must be close... Did you discuss the match tonight with him?

Darren chuckles, taking one step forward as he turns towards the camera:

Darren Pesinger: Ha! You'd think that, wouldn't ya? But no, darl'n', the Pee Dub 'Ey was just as full'a' jackasses as this goddamn place! And that greenhorn Starr was one o' them! Not to worry, though; I's gone and spoke to him. He's been warned. But just in case he's gone an' forgotten it already, lemme freshen up his memory...

The cowboy pauses for effect, as Lisa glances at him curiously. Then, one finger outstretched and his tone raised, he continues:

Darren Pesinger: Starr... I don't like ya much, son, but I don't wanna see you hurt neither! So tonight, get yer greenhorn ass behind that ringpost an' STAY there! Ya got me? I got this, an' I sure as hell don't need no tenderfoot draggin' me down. So stay outta my way! Understand?

And with this, without giving Lisa Courier the chance to interject or add another question, Pesinger stalks off, Bambi in tow, leaving a slightly baffled reporter to sign off with a few final words:

Lisa Courier: Darren Pesinger, a man who knows what he wants. For ACW Adrenaline, I'm Lisa Courier.

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(OOC note: That isn't the model for Bambi, just needed a pic of Darren with a girl.)