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Darren Pesinger vs Markus Crimson vs Johan Johanson
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It's the midway stages of another ACW webshow, one which has been rife with surprises and great bouts all around. However, for this rabid indy crowd, the greatest surprise is still to come, as all of a sudden an unknown theme-song hits the arena's PA system:
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As the fans give a tentative cheer and the announcers speculate about who this can be, a tall, toned young man in a cowboy hat steps out onto the platform, a cocky smirk on his features and a microphone already in hand:
Surprised by the appearance of this unusual piece of eye-candy, the few ladies present make themselves heard, whooping and whistling for the hunky cowboy. Hearing this, the new arrival throws the briefest glance towards the stands, flashing a fleeting grin which only makes the shrieks grow louder. Then, after another moment in which he regains his composure, he draws the microphone to his lips and begins to talk:
Man: My name...is Darren Pesinger.
This draws virtually no reaction from the crowd, outside of the few fans who have heard of Darren and his previous company, the Powerslam Wrestling Association. Unfazed by this lack of recognition, the cowboy calmly continues:
Darren Pesinger: Y'all don't know who I am right now...but y'all gon' know reeeeeal soon! Ya know why? 'Cause I'm a fuckin' Champion in a REAL wrasslin' company...not that y'all marks would know what *that* is...
Here, the boos finally begin to rain down, the fans unhappy with the new man's slamming of their favourite company. Darren seems oddly pleased, flashing his cocky smile again as he continues, his drawl lazier than ever:
Darren Pesinger: Now, y'all might'a heard o' the Powerslam Wrasslin' A-lli-an-ce...that's where I come from. An' if ya want my 'pinion, I ain't none too happy 'bout this here setup...I mean I got told I was steppin' into an up-an'-comin' company, not the sixth-grade talent show!
The jeers grow louder, which paradoxically seems to make Pesinger happier. Stopping to take a long, lingering, disdainful look at the stands, he continues, now a little more indignant:
Darren Pesinger: 'Fact, if ya wanna know how I feel...I feel like I done got duped!
The crowd jeers even louder, as the odd paper cup flies in Darren's direction. The cowboy avoids it swiftly, then smiles up at the thrower - a boy of ten or twelve sporting a Christopher Flair t-shirt - pointing at him in a sign of appreciation: "nice try, kid". The fan, however, does not seem amused, as he continues to boo and flash Pesinger the middle finger. Still infuriatingly cool, the cowboy has a dismissive gesture and turns his back, returning to the centre of the ring and beginning to pace back and forth:
Darren Pesinger: An' seein' as I done get wrongfully co-erced, I feel like the least y'all could do was give me a good match!
The Southerner pauses for effect, letting a few more boos hit him, then resumes:
Darren Pesinger: Now, I saw that I was in a Triple Threat 'gainst a coupla bozos...so whaddya say y'all get out here an' let me show y'all how a REAL Champion fights? Or no, wait...stay back there...it'll be best for yer health, an' ain't nobody gon' think less of y'all for it. After all, we know y'all ain't nuth'n' but a buncha pussy-ass...
The cowboy never finishes his sentence; for, just then, the theme song of one of his opponents begins to play on the Titantron. For Darren Pesinger, former Undisputed Champion of the Powerslam Wrestling Association, the time has come to shut up, and put up.
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As the fans give a tentative cheer and the announcers speculate about who this can be, a tall, toned young man in a cowboy hat steps out onto the platform, a cocky smirk on his features and a microphone already in hand:
Surprised by the appearance of this unusual piece of eye-candy, the few ladies present make themselves heard, whooping and whistling for the hunky cowboy. Hearing this, the new arrival throws the briefest glance towards the stands, flashing a fleeting grin which only makes the shrieks grow louder. Then, after another moment in which he regains his composure, he draws the microphone to his lips and begins to talk:
Man: My name...is Darren Pesinger.
This draws virtually no reaction from the crowd, outside of the few fans who have heard of Darren and his previous company, the Powerslam Wrestling Association. Unfazed by this lack of recognition, the cowboy calmly continues:
Darren Pesinger: Y'all don't know who I am right now...but y'all gon' know reeeeeal soon! Ya know why? 'Cause I'm a fuckin' Champion in a REAL wrasslin' company...not that y'all marks would know what *that* is...
Here, the boos finally begin to rain down, the fans unhappy with the new man's slamming of their favourite company. Darren seems oddly pleased, flashing his cocky smile again as he continues, his drawl lazier than ever:
Darren Pesinger: Now, y'all might'a heard o' the Powerslam Wrasslin' A-lli-an-ce...that's where I come from. An' if ya want my 'pinion, I ain't none too happy 'bout this here setup...I mean I got told I was steppin' into an up-an'-comin' company, not the sixth-grade talent show!
The jeers grow louder, which paradoxically seems to make Pesinger happier. Stopping to take a long, lingering, disdainful look at the stands, he continues, now a little more indignant:
Darren Pesinger: 'Fact, if ya wanna know how I feel...I feel like I done got duped!
The crowd jeers even louder, as the odd paper cup flies in Darren's direction. The cowboy avoids it swiftly, then smiles up at the thrower - a boy of ten or twelve sporting a Christopher Flair t-shirt - pointing at him in a sign of appreciation: "nice try, kid". The fan, however, does not seem amused, as he continues to boo and flash Pesinger the middle finger. Still infuriatingly cool, the cowboy has a dismissive gesture and turns his back, returning to the centre of the ring and beginning to pace back and forth:
Darren Pesinger: An' seein' as I done get wrongfully co-erced, I feel like the least y'all could do was give me a good match!
The Southerner pauses for effect, letting a few more boos hit him, then resumes:
Darren Pesinger: Now, I saw that I was in a Triple Threat 'gainst a coupla bozos...so whaddya say y'all get out here an' let me show y'all how a REAL Champion fights? Or no, wait...stay back there...it'll be best for yer health, an' ain't nobody gon' think less of y'all for it. After all, we know y'all ain't nuth'n' but a buncha pussy-ass...
The cowboy never finishes his sentence; for, just then, the theme song of one of his opponents begins to play on the Titantron. For Darren Pesinger, former Undisputed Champion of the Powerslam Wrestling Association, the time has come to shut up, and put up.
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