Before the start of ACW Adrenaline Episode Eight, we see a backstage shot, with new signing Saladin and Zamal Zalik excitedly discussing their debut as they walk down a hallway:
Zamal Zalik: ...and I tell you, my brother, tonight we shall strike a blow against those white boys, and make a statement for brothers everywhere!
Saladin nods in enthusiastic approval, and so engrossed are the two in their discussion that they do not notice the huge figure in their way until it is too late. Zalik is suddenly stopped in his tracks by something solid, and as he looks up, he finds himself staring into the eyes of one Zack Bronko - and the Badass, wearing his PWA logo shirt proudly, does not look amused.
Zamal Zalik: What the hell? Why don’t you watch where you’re goin’ ya white Sasquatch! Cant’ a brother get some respect around here?
The Badass, however, doesn’t offer any apologies as he picks Zalik up in an elevated choke and, when Saladin tries to intervene, applies another on the second black man. He them slams both wrestlers to the hard concrete, as we hear a gasp from the crowd. Then, he picks both men up over his shoulders, and calmly walks off.
The feed cuts to the Arena, where Bronko is coming through the curtain, to no music, and to the astonishment of the announcers:
Martin Mays: Welcome to ACW Adrenaline, I...guess...as we are witnessing something highly irregular here! Just further proof of the anarchy that must have run rampant in the PWA! In THIS company, we simply do not attack superstars unprovoked, like this man has done here, to these two competitors!
Kareem Ali: It's symbolic, Martin Mays. Symbolic of the white man's oppression of my black soul brothers!
Despite his outrage, Martin Mays cannot help but sigh in disbelief at these words, as another song begins to play in the PA system. As Tristin Stryker and Evan Anderson come out, they see the situation that is going on, and immediately run towards the Badass, seeking revenge for the attack from last week!
Martin Mays: No, NO, boys, go back, GO BACK!
A groan can be heard from the loyal ACW announcer as Bronko shoves Stryker aside effortlessly, then, applies a big boot to the skull of Anderson, laying him flat. Stryker tries to jump the Badass from behind, clinging onto his neck, but Zach shakes him off by running backwards and slamming his piggyback rider into the apron. Then, as Anderson topples to the floor, he turns around, glares down at the insolent ACW original for a moment, then picks him up in a choke slam, only to drive him back down to the hard cement!
Martin Mays: This is OUTRAGEOUS! Somebody stop this man! Phoenix! Anybody!
As the Badass stands over his fallen opponents, arms raised in triumph and a chorus of boos raining down on him from all four corners of the Arena, another familiar theme song starts to play, immediately picking up Mays's spirits:
Martin Mays: YES! It's Phoenix! You show 'em, Phoenix!
Soon, the ACW owner comes out, not looking pleased. She strides up to the Badass and holds his stare with a glower of her own, before snapping at him:
Phoenix: Look...I don't know WHO the HELL you are, but I'm not letting you get by with this! You may have been a big shot in the PWA, or wherever, but you are NOT under contract with this company, and I'm not going to let you go about attacking MY athletes, who ARE under contract and have matches on the card!
Despite this explosion from the tall and fiery ACW owner, the Badass looks unfazed, as he snatches the mic from Phoenix's hand and says simply:
Zach Bronko: They ain't gonna be "your" athletes for much longer, darlin'...
Then, shoving the microphone back into Phoenix's chest, he calmly walks off. The ACW owner is, for once, left without reaction, and by the time she comes to her senses it is too late; Zach is already gone. As such, all that is left for her to do is pick up what's left of her dignity, and that she promptly does; as she begins to walk off, she turns to a stagehand idling halfway up the ramp and points at the still unconscious Stryker and Anderson, saying simply:
Phoenix: And when those boys wake up...tell them they're fired.
Her music plays as she doesn't look happy with any of this. The scene fades into a promo of the upcoming internet PAY PER VIEW OVERDRIVE!
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As we come back:
"We Will Rise" by Arch Enemy takes the ACW Arena by storm, signalling the arrival of the company's latest sensation, Jacqui M! As the ACW's first ever female competitor crosses the curtain, flashing metal horns at the crowd, the camera cuts to a gaggle of girls on the top seats in the stands, proudly holding up a large banner reading "WE HEART JACQUI M". This prompts the announcers to comment:
Kareem Ali: Well, the ladies certainly seem to have taken to our female competitor...
Martin Mays: Maybe it's because they have no one else to rally behind...
Kareem Ali: What are you talking about, Mays? They have a bunch of muscular guys with their shirts off! Isn't that enough?*
Martin Mays: Sometimes it's about more than that, Kareem...
Kareem Ali: Well, they've also got hunky old ME!
Martin Mays is heard sighing as the metal diva completes her entrance, climbing all four turnbuckles and once again flashing the devil horns at the cheering crowd. Then, she nimbly gains the centre of the mat, asks for a microphone, and begins to talk:
Jacqui M: Before we go any further here, I think we should have a moment of silence...
Jacqui pauses, allowing the crowd to cheer briefly before resuming:
Jacqui M: We should have a moment of silence for the two LOSERS who lost to A GIRL last week!
This time, the pop is more intense, as Jacqui pouts and mockingly runs a finger down her cheek, mimicking a tear. Then, she quickly continues:
Jacqui M: But then again, boys, I wouldn't feel *too* bad. You weren't the first guys to lose to *this* chick!
The ACW's newest female superstar points two thumbs at herself, defiantly, generating another pop which she talks over:
Jacqui M: And rest assured, you won't be the last, either. Case in point: Eric Snow.
The crowd reaction is more tentative this time around, as they are unsure of what Jacqui will say. Unfazed, the blonde continues:
Jacqui M: Now Eric...babe...I've seen your picture, and you're a good looking guy. I mean, honestly; I've seen much worse. And correct me if I'm wrong, but you also strike me as the vain, cocky type. Which is why...it's probably not such a good idea for you to get in the ring with me. I mean, you want to preserve those good looks, and it will be a shame to have to beat them to a pulp...
The fans' response once again picks up, although they are still unsure of just how serious Jacqui is. Calm and collected, the butch female competitor carries on:
Jacqui M: But you know what else, Eric? You may be cute, but as far as your personality goes, I think you could use a little attitude adjustment. Which is why I'm going to deliver you one, here tonight, free of charge! Who's the nice opponent, huh?
The blonde's clearly mocking tone draws a chuckle from the crowd, as Jacqui calmly concludes:
Jacqui M: So what do you say, Eric, huh? You gonna be a man, or are you gonna be a pussy like those boys last week?
Fortunately, the former PWA superstar does not have to wait long for her answer, as soon Eric Snow's theme hits, announcing the arrival of "the X-Factor"!
"Pardon Me" blares across the PA system as Eric Snow makes his way down the ramp, dressed to impress in a suite and sunglasses. He makes his way down the ramp not taking anytime to acknowledged any of the screaming fans.*
Kareem Ali: I have no idea why but for some reason the fans are actually really getting behind Eric Snow.
Martin Mays: There's no doubt this guy thinks his shit don't stink, and he looks focused as he's already in the ring with a mic.
Snow is now in the ring mic in hand as he makes his way from corner to corner eyeing up Jaqui before he begins to speak.
Eric Snow: Here we are face to face at last. I've seen your picture, you've seen my picture......feels like I'm on a blind date and this is the big reveal.
A few laughs break out in the crowd, but most of the fans are waiting in anticipation to see what Snow's intentions really are.
Eric Snow: So let's just cut the shit and get right to it. It's no secret that I really don't want to fight a woman but management has backed me into a corner and if I want to continue to move up the ranks I might have to tear through a babe like you.........but being a man of great intelligence I have thought of a fantastic alternative that will make all your dreams and my dreams come true.*
Snow take the mic away from his mouth and begins to pace back and forth in the ring, before making his way right in front of Jaqui face to face.
Eric Snow: So basically I'm going to come out for our match go through the motions, high five some fans, kiss some babies, the norm that makes be the most beloved man in ACW. Then your going to come out do your whole deal make your way to the ring, lay down and let me pin you. I don't have to hurt that pretty little face, I move one step closer to my title shot and after the show you can lay down again..........but this time it will be in my bed.
Snow backs away from Jaqui, drops the mic and exits the ring. Blowing her a kiss as he makes his way backwards up the ramp.*
After Jacqui angrily storms to the back, the crowd takes a minute to get concessions and buy some ACW memorabilia.
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After the debacle that should have been the first match on the card and the subsequent interruptions, Ashley Sparxx comes out to a somewhat lewd pop (catcalls included) and steps into the ring. Seeing that she looks forlorn, the fans stop whistling and fall silent, allowing her to talk:
Ashley Sparxx: Ladies and gentlemen, we regret to announce that because of personal matters affecting both wrestlers, the scheduled match between Alex Styles and Solomon White will not be taking place!
The fans give a sad boo, but Ashley perks up their spirits with her bubbliness:
Ashley Sparxx: As such, coming up next, we will be featuring the match between Henri Calvash and Nicky Trix!
This gets the predictable pop, as the first wrestler's music begins to play, indicating he is about to make his entrance!
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Henri Calvash vs Nicky Trix
Ashley Sparxxx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
The first couple seconds of “Ignition” by Toby Mac starts, we see nobody, and as the song finally picks up, Nicky bursts out of the back and just goes crazy! With a big smile on his face, he alternates both sides of the ramps to shake hands with the crowd. Once in the ring, he hops on every turnbuckles and raises his hand, mostly to just get a cheap pop, but to get everybody going.
Ashley Sparxxx: Hailing from Dallas, Texas, weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty pounds. Nicky Trix! And his opponent…
Light it Up hits and some spotlights swirl around the center. When the song kicks into high gear the spotlights flash and turn to the stage, where Hank roars out onto the stage screaming and beating his chest like a wildman. He then marches down to the ring like a man on a mission, sliding into the ring and quickly hopping to his feet he ascends a turnbuckle and beats his chest and screams at the crowd, he then drops down and pysches him up in the corner.
Ashley Sparxxx: From Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds. This is Henri Calvash.
Ashley Sparxxx exits the ring as the two men walk towards the center of the ring. But Nicky suddenly changes speed and runs and leaps at Calvash and connects with a high knee right to the chin sending Calvash to his back. Trix grabs the motionless Calvash near the corner and leaps up to the top rope.
Martin Mays: Dang homie connected with a high knee and looks like he is about to end it.
Kareem Ali: Homie? Really?
Martin Mays: Shut up.
Trix leaps off the top rope and connects with the “What goes up” (Shooting star press) as the ref makes the count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Martin Mays: And just like that it is over.
Kareem Ali: No playing around with this guy.
Ashley Sparxxx: And your winner of the match… Nicky Trix.
Nicky mounts the turnbuckle and celebrates to a moderate pop from the crowd. As he runs across the ring and mounts another corner, a figure runs in from the crowd and slides in the ring. Calvash can be see stirring.
Martin Mays: That's Billy Young! What the hell is he doing?
As Nicky comes off the corner, Young grabs him and flips the highflyer up over his shoulders and drops him in in the GTS! Then, as Calvash rolls over on his back, Young runs up the turnbuckle and launches in the YOUNG AND THE RESTLESS (Shooting Star Press)! Nailing his fellow Canadian solidly in the midsection, he jumps to his feet and stares into the camera. Young smiles and turns to reveal a PWA tatoo running across his left shoulder. Billy looks over his shoulder and smiles as LAST RESORT by Papa Roach plays (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8VvhOvlbdxs&feature=player_embedded ).
Kareem Ali: THAT'S what he is doing! Just another PWA thug! Something has got to be done about these guys before this gets any further out of hand!
Martin Mays: Well, knowing our owner, Phoenix, she's not going to take much more shit from these outsiders!
The scene fades to black as Billy Young continues to gloat to the hatred of the crowd.
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We head to the back with Drew Alexander standing by for an interview.
Interviewer: With me now is Drew Alexander...
Drew Alexander: You won't utter another word; you will stand and listen to everything I have to say. If you choose to utter one little sound, I will hurt you and decapitate you alright? I'm a dangerous force around here but lately ACW has shown me absolutely no respect. Mind you, I'm the true number one contender to the ACW Championship and I've yet to get my title match and whether management likes it or not. I'll be cashing in my clause right after the Pay-Per-View. That's right, the first edition of Adrenaline after the pay-per-view event is when the Champion will go head to head with me because here in ACW... There are no rules, I do as I wish. Whilst my mind controls over me and has tried to defeat me, I've overcame that... There's a new persona in me, all the suffering I've had as of late... I will no longer suffer, but my opponents will suffer the embarrassment when I defeat them...
As for you Mr. Interviewer, get out of my sight before I snap.
As the camera cuts from the back… “G4L” by Rhianna begins to play as the fans stand to their feet and the owner of ACW, Phoenix, appears at the entrance in her trademark red tank top and black leather pants. The fans cheer in approval finally seeing the owner again as she makes her way to the ring. She walks up the steps and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes. She walks over to the opposite side of the ring as Ashley hands her a mic. She walks back towards the middle as the ACW! The chant starts to die down.
Phoenix: I do like doing things back behind the scenes and allowing the show to flow as is but… there appears to be someone with a failure to understand the line of power here in ACW. There appears to be some guy that believes he has the balls to say what he wants and believes he can do what he wants. But what he doesn’t understand is… the lack of rules applies only to matches. The inmates shall NOT run the asylum which means for you Drew… you will not receive your shot on the next show as you say. BUT you will receive your shot at the pay per view and that is because I said so. And I’ll let you know this… if you have a single problem with that ruling… even just a little problem please come find me. I’m sure we can talk something out. But more than likely this is what will happen.
If you question my authority I will be surprised at the size of your balls to step up to me like that so I will want to mount them on my wall so I’ll take a pair of scissors, I will snip them off and I will mount them on my wall for all to see. That way when you start acting like a little bitch after you find out that you aren’t getting your shot you’ll know not to act out of line again and you can always tell people that the ACW owner has handled your balls. So behave Drew and you’ll be fine. Act out of line and you’ll have to deal with me and trust me… you do not want to do that. And while I’m out here… I have one more announcement to make. And that is at the pay per view there will be a new title introduced; The ACW International title. I did not bring it out here with me simply because I want everyone to be surprised by the look of it for the first time at the show so… I will see you all there. Enjoy the show everybody and I do appreciate each and every single one of you.
”G4L” begins again as Phoenix tosses the mic back to Ashley and exits the ring.
We fade to black and come back...
The scene opens in a large graveyard as the camera pans through it. The cobblestone walkways are cracked in various places, the headstones' ages made evident by their faded appearance as well as dust and cobwebs strewn over them. The sky is black and starless as the ground is covered with a transparent fog that seems to creep through. The camera follows a walkway that goes uphill where a large building is located, as depressing and gloomy in appearance as everything else in the graveyard. The shot zooms in on the building and turns a corner before continuing forward, now going through the building. Sitting in a corner in the back of the room is a man, motionless and appearing deceased. As the camera zooms in on him, it becomes apparent that isn't the case as he begins to speak.
Alternative Championship Wrestling. I can't think of a more fitting place for me to compete. In the name of the promotion itself, it advertises its very reason for standing, to be an alternative wrestling product to everything else that's out there. This is where I fit in, with the alternatives, because everything I am is nothing you've seen before. I don't fight, or wrestle, like the guys in that locker room fight or wrestle. My look, is unique to myself, and the reactions that I will come to inspire in everyone watching me wherever I am, in the ring or the backstage, will be reactions no one else can inspire in people. Not to mention, these men are mortal men, they are limited by their life span and humanity. I, am NOT human, in case you didn't get the memo. I am a vampire, a creature of the night.
As soon as I say that I inspire mockery and disbelief, which is what motivates me to carry out my mission. I am Heath Venomous, the "Last Vampire", and I have come to change the way the world views my kind. When my mission is completed, never again will you view a vampire as an ideal love partner, never again will your heart melt when it comes to them, instead, once again, the very mention of the word will make your skin crawl off of your body. I have arrived in these hallowed halls with purpose, and until I have exacted my revenge on this world soul by worthless soul, you have not seen the last of me. Tonight, I concern myself with neither crowd reaction nor victory, I am only focused on what must be done, and what must be done is inflicting pain and sending a message, nothing else. I was warned that by participating in this match, I would be interfering in a personal vendetta, meddling in someone else's affairs as if I am willingly putting myself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Instead, it is the two of you that are guilty, and the price you will pay is total exsanguination.
The man suddenly lunges from the corner at the camera, bearing his fangs as the feed cuts off.
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Raiden Blaze vs Johan Johanson
Martin Mays: The action we’ve seen tonight has been off the chain. I keep getting the feeling that things are heating up in the ACW!
The cameras show Kareem Ali staring at Mays: ‘OFF THE CHAIN’? You’ve got to be kidding me? What are you street now?
Martin Mays looks offended: Well, I try to keep up with the language of the streets.
Ali laughs: Oh, My God, really?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=bkanuz5PfNE
Suddenly, Gorgeous Nightmare by ESCAPE THE FATE plays getting the commentators attention.
Kareem Ali: Ha! Luckily we have another match and ANOTHER debut! Man, the hits just keep on coming! Proving that ACW is the place to be!
Ashley Sparxxx: The next match is scheduled for one fall! Entering the arena, from Detroit, Michigan, introducting RAIDEN BLAZE!!
Suddenly a young, exuberant wrestler explodes from the back; fist held high! He gets a mild pop from those that are always happy to see someone that excited about what they do. He stops at the top of the ramp, fist still in the air and lets out a yell!
Raiden Blaze: Waaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssuuuuuuuuuuuuuppppppppppppp!!!!????
Before the last part of his battle cry is done, Blaze takes off down the ramp hitting high fives with everyone possible in the crowd!
Martin Mays: Well, that’s absolutely fresh! A wrestler that appreciates the crowd!
Raiden scales the ring steps and looks back at the crowd: Waaaasssuuuuppp, YONKERS!!!???
That scores him a mild pop from this New York crowd.
Kareem Ali: Oh, great! What we have is another fake panderer! Watch him begging the fans for love! I’m not sure I can stomach much of this!
Martin Mays: No, I think this guys is the genuine deal. Have you read his bio? The guy volunteers down at the orphanage once a week!
Kareem Ali: Oh, God…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPRt6Tt6RyM&feature=relmfu
The metal anthem, Pursuit of the Vikings by Amon Amarth, plays as Johan Johanson steps out onto stage to the sound of thunder and the flash of lightning!
Ashley Sparxxx: And his opponent, from Kelsburg, Sweden. He is JOHAN JOHANSON!!!
Kareem Ali: Alright! Somebody’s gonna get their ass kicked! It’s Norse Thunder!!
Martin Mays: Well, Johan definitely has the height advantage by about nine inches!
Kareem Ali: And outweighed by about a hundred pounds! Damn, he’s gonna get his ass kicked!
Martin Mays: Would you PLEASE stop saying that?
Kareem Ali: Well, he is.
The camera gets a good shot of the cold stare coming from Johan and cuts back to a cautious Raiden Blaze who seems to be trying to get ready for his opponent. As Johan steps over the ropes and enters the ring, Blaze gives him room. But before Raiden knows it, Johan rushes him and clotheslines him over the top rope sending him hard to the floor! The referee calls for the bell!
Johanson climbs out of the ring and drops to the floor. He stands over the new guy with a devious look on his unshaven face. He looks like he wants to go for a bomb, but Raiden hits the big man hard to the gut! He, then, gives him a few hard kicks to the knee; causing Johan to go down to one knee. Johan misses with a hard right and Blaze launches into an Enzuigiri to the head!
That gets a rise from the crowd: Ooooooooo!
Martin Mays: Wow! A strong kick to the side of the head!
Kareem Ali: Did you hear that impact?
Raiden goes to climb back in the ring as the referee reaches SEVEN! He is followed by an angry Johan. The new guy wastes no time hitting him dead in the face with a baseball slide! The big guy falls to the floor!
Blaze plays it smart and waits out his opponent in the ring.
THREE!
FOUR!
Johanson gets up and climbs back in the ring. Raiden goes for another kick gets bulldogged hard to the mat! After a few punches from his opponent’s fist, the referee gives Johan a warning about closed fist.
Kareem Ali: Aw, let them fight, ref!!
Martin Mays: The man’s just doing his job!
Johan gets up and yells at the referee. Raiden pulls himself up in the corner. Suddenly, Johanson turns and rushes the corner, but, as the burly Viking goes to give him a knee to the head, Blaze slides out of the way. This sends Johan crashing hard into the corner turnbuckle as Raiden sells the pain. Raiden jumps up to his feet with a wence and comes up behind the larger opponent. Quickly, he grapples the big man from behind; forcing him into a triangle choke hold.
Kareem Ali: He better have that locked in, cause he just grabbed the bull by the horns!
Johan tries to muscle out of it instead of grabbing the ropes that were close by. Blaze leans back hard pulling Johanson toward the middle of the ring away from the ropes. This gets the crowd excited as Johan’s hand hovers over the mat. Suddenly, the Viking rolls pinning Raiden!
ONE!
TWO!
Raiden lets the hold go and kicks out!
Martin Mays; Wow, a close one!
Both men roll to their feet. Johan massages his neck as Blaze steadies himself next to the ropes. Raiden charges his opponent apparently going for a spear or a bulldog, but Johanson is quick to sidestep, grab him and spin him in a spinning sidewalk slam!!
The Crowd: WHOA!!
Kareem Ali: Here we go! You let NORSE THUNDER get momentum with the slams and bombs and it’s over!
Martin Mays: Well, it isn’t over yet!
As Johan recovers, Raiden miraculously kips up to the delight of the crowd. The Vikings stands yelling at the crowd; totally ignoring his opponent. This gives Raiden a chance to quickly scale the corner turnbuckle then, as Johan turns, launch into what looks like a senton. Johanson goes to catch him in order to bomb him, but, instead, Blaze turns it into an aerial bulldog! Johan goes down hard and Raiden is up quick! A portion of the crowd is now on its feet and chanting.
Small Group: RAIDEN! RAIDEN!
Martin Mays: Looks like the new guy has a small fan club.
Kareem Ali: Oh, come on! Johan! Get up!
Raiden is back up to the top rope quickly and, suddenly, launching into a real senton; landing hard on the back of the big guy! In a move of absolute poetry, he transitions into a perfect crossface crippler!
Martin Mays begins to mark out: He’s going to tap! He’s going to tap!
Kareem Ali: Oh, brother! No way!!
After a long struggle, Johan taps!
The referee calls for the bell!
Ashley Sparxxx: Your winner via submission; RAIDEN BLAZE!!!
The crowd gives him a decent pop and the rooting section keeps chanting his name. Blaze acknowledges them with a smile and a thank you. Suddenly, he slides out of the ring and runs up the ramp; stopping to celebrate!
As he jumps up and down in victory, Mays continues to mark: Oh, MY GOD! What an amazing series of moves. The Viking never knew what hit him!!
Kareem Ali: Well, once Johan recovers Blaze will know what hit him, cause the big man will kill him!!
The camera keeps on the smiling face of the newbie, Raiden Blaze, and, then, cuts to an angry, red faced Johan.
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The camera pans to a pub out in the middle of nowhere, the cameraman enters the door as we see Jase playing pool with Bluey. Robbo's sitting on a bar stool sinking a beer watching the footy before a man barges into the pub.
Male: Ha! What a joke of a town this is. Just three guys in the pub. You must be out of your mind to be here!
Robbo: Whatcha say cunt? Listen up, all the fellas are out in the beer garden alright. This is a town with pride, who are you to come through our town and talk like the drongo you are?
Male: I don't see anybody, are you talking to the fairies?
Jase: Shauny, I know exactly who you are... Remember ya father? Where I smacked him good he's wearin' false teeth now? I don't forget a footy game that easy mate, this is a town of Moe where we got full pride and you comin' all the way from the freakin' city and tryin' to tell us that this town is nothin' ? Shauny, the boys are out back just doin' their usual dealings so I suggest ya rack off before one of us put a fist to ya face.
Shauny: Still on them drugs ey fellas? Well I brought a few city slicks around, ya got a problem with that?
Robbo: Who's this Shauny fella Jase? What exactly do ya want 'cos we never get tourists 'ere, now rack off 'cos I'm watchin' the Tiges kick the shit outta Brisbane.
Shauny: Robbo mate, don't ya worry 'bout who I am. I'm just 'ere to fix a few things up... Ya mate Jase owes me some cash 'cos of them drugs back in the days... Yeah I'm clean now but Jase, ya better pay up and as for me father he's just sittin' in the car...
Jase: I ain't payin' ya shit and there's nothin' you can do about it mate!
Robbo: Oi, I don't want no troubles 'ere tonight alright, come back another night 'cos ya really pissin' me off Shauny.
Shauny's Father: Oi Robbo, remember me? Tell ya fuckin' friends to pay up or else shit's gonna hit the fan. Just 'cos you blokes are sittin' on ya arses smokin' beer and ciggies, who's payin' for it. That's right, the fuckin' government... You Centrelink Dole Bludgers.
That there pisses me off, I just lost me job last week due to Toyota moving. I grab Shauny's dad and punch him, the brawl begins... The Camera goes off air but we can still hear audio. After two minutes of brawling... we hear the following audio.
Robbo: Oi ACW, I hope ya listenin'... Ya see this, ya better keep a damn close eye on Jase and Bluey and meself 'ere 'cos if you piss us off the wrong way... We're gonna send ya down the highway!
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VS
Aaron Asterisk vs Abram Vance vs Cory Allen
"Remember the Name" by Fort Minor begins to play as the star-shaped pyro goes off, announcing the arrival of Aaron Asterisk!
Ashley Sparxx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Boston, Massachussets, weighing in at 240lbs, AARON..."A-STAAAAAAR"....AAAASTERISSSSKKKK!!!
As the announcer says his name, Asterisk runs down to the ring, slides under the ropes, and removes his jacket, which he then gives to a nearby stage hand. No sooner is he finished doing this that another theme song starts to play - Aerosmith's "Back In The Saddle".
Ashley Sparxx: And introducing his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 235lbs..."THE LEVIATHAN"...ABRAAAAAAM VAAAAANCE!
Martin Mays: Abram Vance is a legend, from TNA, the WWE, the indy circuit...he is sure to give young Asterisk a run for his money here!
Kareem Ali: "A legend"? Is that what they washed-out, pilled-out boozeheads these days?*
Martin Mays: Oh, come on, Ali, the man was in all the major promotions!
Kareem Ali: Yeah, for about five minutes...
Martin Mays: Be that as it may, the truth is, these two competitors are VERY evenly matched, at only one inch and five pounds apart from each other!
Kareem Ali: Yeah, and about 50 years...
The two announcers are cut short, however, by the start of the match, with Asterisk wanting to solve things quickly, and going for a clothesline. Vance can see it coming, ducks, and instead lifts the younger man over the ropes to the outside, drawing the first "ooh" from the crowd.
Martin Mays: BIG back body drop to the outside, Vance showing his veteran status here!
Vance is now holding Asterisk up by the hair and banging his head against the arpon, at least until the youth stops him with a well-aimed punch to the sides. A few more follow, until Asterisk has managed to break his opponent's hold on him, and hit him with a standing dropkick!
Martin Mays: Asterisk fighting back, and that dropkick connecting with some impact!
Asterisk quickly climbs the apron and pulls off a slingshot moonsault, definitely planting Vance! He then returns to the ring, among the cheers of the crowd, and waits for Vance to climb up again. At the four-count, the veteran wrestler eventually does, seeking to regain control. However, Aaron is waiting, and quickly springboards off the turnbuckle into a high cross body and a cover!
ONE...
Vance easily kicks out at one, but Asterisk still has the momentum. He goes to the ropes and attemps a running splash, but finds nobody home, as Vance rolls out of the way. Both men get up, and for once the veteran is quicker, running to the ropes and meeting Asterisk with a big clothesline! He continues to run to the opposite ropes, then hits another clothesline coming back, just as Asterisk is getting up. Once again, he doesn't break the momentum, connecting with an elbow drop and a cover.
ONE...
Martin Mays: And Aaron Asterisk kicks out, after a great sequence from the veteran, Abram Vance!
Vance is now picking up Asterisk by the hair and applying a few chops to the chest, backing him up against the turnbuckle where he can choke him. The referee attempts to break up the move, and Vance is eventually forced to, however begrudgingly. He whips Asterisk across, and attempts to connect with a running elbow smash, but Asterisk halts his momentum with a raised leg and a kick to the midsection. As Vance reels, the high-flyer hops onto the turnbuckle and pulls off an elbow drop!
Martin Mays: From out of NOWHERE! The cover...!
ONE..
TWO...
And Vance kicks out at two! Asterisk attempts to climb the turnbuckle again, but Vance grabs his legs and rolls him into an inside cradle!
ONE...
TWO...
Asterisk kicks out, but Vance hits an elbow to the crotch area, leaving his opponent writhing on the floor. He then coolly begins to head towards the turnbuckle, as the fans raise a crescendo in anticipation.
Martin Mays: What is Abram Vance going to do here...MOONSAULT! The cover!!
ONE...
TWO...
Again, Asterisk kicks out at two, causing Vance, in frustration, to grab his leg and shake it in a painful manner. Asterisk again writhes in pain, as Vance tries to lock in the Camel Clutch. Aaron, however, manages to grab Vance's head before he grabs his arms, and plants his face against the apron.
Martin Mays: Asterisk has a break here!*
Not wasting any time, Asterisk rolls to the outside to catch his breath. Vance, however, follows, and a punching brawl begins on the outside. The two trade blows until Asterisk manages to dodge one of Vance's punches, and goes behind for a release German suplex! He then quickly rolls back into the ring. Vance follows suit shortly, and runs at Asterisk, who is leaning against the ropes. He, however, sidesteps, and Vance lands outside. Bot wasting another moment, Asterisk climbs onto the ropes and performs a 'Top Of The Class' 450 Splash onto Vance, in the concrete!
Martin Mays: Don't do it, Aaron, WATCH OUT!
This spot gets the loudest pop of a so far underwhelming night, and Aaron rolls Vance into the ring looking to follow it up. He almost nonchalantly performs a springboard elbow drop. Vance attempts to grab him onto another rollup, but he slides out, then taunts the older wrestler from the centre of the ring. Vance is not best pleased, and neither is Martin Mays.
Martin Mays: Asterisk getting maybe a little over-confident here...
Kareem Ali: Well, when you're doing THIS well, you can afford to!
Martin Mays: May I remind you, Ali, that this young man is still to pick up a win on ACW, and this type of attitude may be why!
Kareem Ali: Whatever, I see nothing wrong with it...
As the commentators debate, Vance very slowly gets to his feet. When he is three-quarters of the way up, Asterisk - who has been strutting this whole time - coolly climbs onto the turnbuckle and looks to fly. Vance, however, has other ideas...
Martin Mays: Asterisk, going up top...he's going to fly...a flying crossbody!...But look at Vance...SUPERKICK!!! SUPERKICK!! Straight to the jaw! It's over! It's over here!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!
And Abram Vance, the man hired to enhance ACW talent, has debuted with a win! As Asterisk rolls around in ashamed frustration, however, his opponent barely celebrates, instead keeping his deadpan expression as Ashley Sparxx rsaises his arm. Then, he crosses the ropes and walks off back to the locker room area, ignoring the compliments and pats on the back from fans, and mostly looking relieved that it's all over.
And as the cameras focus on him as he walks up the ramp, he can be seen mouthing to himself:*
Abram Vance: I'm too old for this...
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VS
VS
ZASALAMEL VS Heath Venomous VS Andrew Sanders
After a video package announcing the date for the PPV, OVERDRIVE, the cameras go back to the commentator’s.
Martin Mays: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is NOT for the faint of heart. If you have small children, I would suggest you escort them out of the room, now.
Kareem Ali: What in the hell are you talking about? This isn’t a PG show. Our fans know that every match can be a bloody, violent mess.
Martin Mays: True. But any match with the sick, sadistic clown, Zasalamel, is going to be pushed to the edge and his attitude toward this new kid, Andrew Sanders doesn’t help a bit!
Kareem Ali: Well, he comes in with these PWA freaks claiming to be a two time hardcore champion. Of course, he’s going to tick off the stupid clown! He believes himself to be the epitome of hardcore.
Martin Mays: No argument here, Kareem. In fact, we have a comment made by Zasalamel after the last show that I think will give us insight into his mind right now.
Kareem Ali: I’m not sure I want to see into his mind.
The footage begins to play and we see a disheveled Zasalamel with dry blood mixed in with his painted face. He holds a razor blade as he begins to talk:
He is one that wants to perceive himself as elite. He wants to believe that he has each and every single tool there is at his disposal to be the best but he isn’t. He doesn’t have it. He is as delusional as those pathetic souls that use this blade to end their lives. He wants to execute himself but he is afraid to do it to himself so he comes to me and asks for me that I will do it to him. That I will judge him, that I will execute him. That I will be the one to do what he won’t do. That he refuses to do. That he doesn’t want to do and that is to end his career. But I tell you Sanders… if you really wish to have your career end in the most bloody and painful ways… then you have come to the right person. You have found the perfect executioner because I prefer a struggle before the end.
The editing makes it clear that they have cut part of the promo, but it goes on with the same scene.
*I look at you Sanders and I see that you will have regrets. Your weak pathetic mind cannot comprehend the pain that will be inflicted upon you. All you will be able to do is accept fate as it will be dealt to you. And as for Heath… do not fret as I have not forgotten about you. But what you must understand is that you are trapped in the middle of a blood bath. So for that I will offer you a chance at life.*
He slowly looks up and has a twisted smile on his face as the blood runs through his teeth.
Take your exit and pray to your god that you will be spared to fight another day. Because if not, if you decide to cross me, if you decide to interfere in the execution of Sanders… I cannot be held liable for the actions that I will take against you.
Martin Mays: WOW! Those are strong words not to take lightly!
Speaking of lights, suddenly, they go off and the crowd isn’t sure what to expect.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=wZEh_1NAmNI
Suddenly a faint red glow takes over the stage area and smoke can be seen billowing out.
Kareem Ali: Somebody call 911! Something is on fire!
As if on cue, fire bursts out of each side of the ramp as a dark figure wearing a long black cape makes his way to the ring.
Martin Mays: Well, apparently, the new guy didn’t get the memo because there he is!
As he walks around the ring slowly looking for something:
Ashley Sparxxx: The next bout is scheduled for one fall. Entering the ring, HEATH VENOMOUS!!!
Suddenly, the new wrestler stops and stares at a blonde beauty in the front row. She smiles sheepishly as Heath steps up and touches her. She almost faints.
Kareem Ali: What is he? A rockstar or something?
Martin Mays: Well, in his bio…it says…
Kareem Ali: It says what?
Martin Mays: It says he’s a vampire…
Kareem Ali: What? You have to be kidding. It’s probably a typo. Maybe he’s a virgin or vegan or something…
As Heath pulls the young woman close, it looks like he’s going to kiss her. And SHE looks like she really wants him to. Suddenly, he turns to the camera and bares his teeth.
Kareem Ali: Holy Shit! Look at the size of that canine!!
Martin Mays: That’s no canine! That’s a fang!
Suddenly the lights go out and smoke billows out of the ring. There’s a lot of screeches and booing when suddenly, the lights come up and he’s in the middle of the ring with blood dripping from his lips.
Kareem Ali: What in the hell?
Martin Mays: Where did the woman go? She’s gone just like that! And the blood! Oh, my GOD! This is way too real.
Kareem Ali: Good greif!
But, as the young man scowls at the crowd…
The Moonlight Sanata by Beethoven plays hauntingly as Heath turns and grimaces at the entrance.
Martin Mays: oh, here we go!
Zasalamel slides into the ring with a steel chair and, before Heath can react, he nails the newbie in the head!
Kareem Ali: Just like that dirty clown to take the cheap shot!
The vicious clown stops and looks at the camera anticipating the next victim.
Kareem Ali: I mean, we haven’t even seen Andrew Sanders yet! The match hasn’t started yet!
As Zasalamel waits against the corner turnbuckle, suddenly Heath Vycious is up!
Martin Mays: Oh, Dear God! How is he up!?
Kareem Ali: I don’t know. That’s one tough bastard to be sure.
The clown turns into a barrage of fists from the newcomer.
Suddenly…
COWARDACE by Defeater plays and Andrew Sanders steps out on the stage area. The crowd surprisingly gives him little pop.
Sanders has a microphone as Zasalamel motions for him to come to the ring and Heath, slowing his assault, smiles wickedly.
Andrew Sanders: You would like that wouldn’t you, you sick, idiotic clown! And, dude, a VAMPIRE? REALLY? What is this gimmick city?
Zasalamel nods wanting the kid in the ring. Venomous bears his fangs still dripping with blood.
Andrew Sanders: Well, it ain’t happening that way! I told management that there was no way I was competeing against some guy in a clown suit or some Twilight reject! It demeans the sport and it makes a mockery out of everything Hardcore. SO, have fun with each other…
Sanders laughs.
Andrew Sanders: But I’m moving on. May the best gimmick win.
As Sanders walks to the back the crowd boos him heavily. Zasalamel’s smile turns to a frown. Suddenly, he is incensed and starts running around the ring screaming. He stops and turns to the entrance with a scowl. Without even paying any attention to Heath Venomous, Zasalamel slides out of the ring and runs to the back. The crowd erupts as he disappears through the curtain!
The cameras cut to Heath Venomous spitting venom at the audience and cursing both Sanders and the clown. Suddenly, the smoke reappears and the lights go out. In mere seconds, the lights come on and he is gone!
Martin Mays: What in the hell is going on here? There is no way in Hell he could have gotten out of the ring that fast!
The cameras cut to the back to show the loading dock as the door flies open and Andrew Sanders runs out. He looks behind him with a frantic look on his face. Suddenly, he turns into the waiting hands of a large man. The cameras pan over to show that it’s Zack Bronko that has a grip on his throat.
Zack Bronko: Where you goin’, Sanders?
Sanders struggles against the big man.
Andrew Sanders: I’m outta here, Bronko. Not fighting a stupid clown!
Bronko pulls Sander’s face close: You’re making US look bad! You keep this up and you won’t have to worry about the stupid clown! Because it will be the badass after you!
Suddenly, Bronko picks him up and throws him through some boxes. The door flies open again and Zasalamel appears. He catches Sanders running and picks him up; dropping him hard with the “Fur Elise” right into a large dumpster. Bronko laughs and walks back up the ramp and into the arena. As the camera zooms into the trash bin, a hand wearing a white glove shoots up out of the trash; dirty and torn. It grabs the edge of the bin and pulls up. The bloodied and smeared face of Zasalamel comes into view.
Zasalamel: We will take over…
Fade to black!
Back to the ARENA...
VS
Eric Snow vs Jacqui Monroe
"We Will Rise" by Arch Enemy hits and Jacqueline walks out from the curtains. She makes a straight line to the ring. She walks up the steps and enters the ring and leans against one of the corners on the far side of the ring.
Ashley Sparxxx:*The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first in the ring, hailing from Des Moines, Iowa and weighing in at one hundred and sixty pounds. Jacqueline Monroe!
Kareem Ali:*This chick is straight dynamite.
Martin Mays:*You have to see what she did last week to understand what she is capable of.
Ashley Sparxxx:*And her opponent…
“Pardon Me” by Incubus starts to play as the lights go dark. Smoke starts to rise from the entrance curtains as Eric Snow shows up. He makes his way to the ring as the lights come back on. He keeps his eyes on his opponent as he walks up the ramp and enters the ring. He stands on the opposite side of the ring from Monroe.
Ashley Sparxxx:*From Chi Town Chicago Illinois! Weighing in tonight at two hundred pounds even. Give it up for Eric Snow!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Ashley Sparxxx makes her exit from the ring.
Martin Mays:*Snow is quite a character but he got the skills.
Kareem Ali:*But does he have what it takes to deal with this one?
The two of them stay in their corner as the referee stands in the middle of the ring and motions for the bell to ring. At the sound of the bell the two of them push out of their respected corners and come full circle around the ring. Snow fakes like he is going to leap at her but stops and smiles at her. They circle one more time and as they step closer to each other Monroe lifts her hand and in one quick motion slaps Snow.*
Martin Mays:*She doesn’t seem the last bit amused with his antics.
Kareem Ali:*And he doesn’t seem amused either. Fireworks are about to go off.
And he is right because after the slap the cocky smile of Snow fades away and now he is focused and they get in an elbow and collar tie up. Monroe locks him in a headlock and immediately Snow pushes Monroe forward into the ropes. Upon the rebound she runs into him and gets shoulder blocked down to the canvas. She gets up quickly but is met with a dropkick to the mouth and is sent back down to the canvas. Snow does not waste any time as he jumps up into the air and lands with a senton splash across her midsection. He turns around and goes for a quick pin.
One…
Two…
And a kickout by Monroe which doesn’t seem to shock Snow as he gets up to his feet and pulls her up by the hair. He gives her a couple of forearms to the face before sending her reeling into the corner. He goes to the opposite corner and makes a motion with his hands in the form of a camera before he takes off full speed. He leaves the canvas and goes for a dropkick. At the last second Monroe drops to her knees as Snow connects with the top turnbuckle and hitting that throws him off balance as he does an awkward twist in the air before hitting the canvas hard. He is lying on his stomach as Monroe gets back up to her feet. She pulls Snow up and has head locked under her arm. She looks back towards the corner and pulls herself up to the second rope and jumps off the ropes. As she manages to spin around in the air with Snow’s head still trapped she drops to her back delivering a tornado DDT as Snow flips over and lands on his back. She quickly crawls over and hooks the far leg.
One…
Two…
Th…
Kick out by Snow as he still has quite a bit energy left in him.
Martin Mays:*This is turning out to be quite a match.
Kareem Ali:*And Monroe needs to stay in control if she wants to win this.
Monroe gets up from the pin attempt and goes to Snow’s leg and picks up his left leg. She traps it under her arm and pulls back as hard as she can as if she is DDTing his foot but in the process she is wrenching and hyper extending his knee in the process which he feels immediately as he reaches for his knee as she gets up. She grabs it again and instead of pulling on it she grabs the right foot too and steps over him trying to force him on his back. One she manages to get him over she drops the right foot and locks on to the left and pulls back as hard as she can. And the single leg boston crab seems to be taking its toll as Snow is writhing in pain from it. The ref is in position to see if Snow wants to tap out but he keeps shaking his head no. But being so close to the ropes works against Monroe as Snow is able to extend his foot far enough that it is under the ropes. Monroe hears the ref telling her to break the hold but she keeps it locked in staring right at the ref. The ref is through trying to tell her as he starts the count as Monroe continues staring and pulls back even harder.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Fiv…
Monroe breaks the hold at the last second.
Martin Mays:*She was cutting it close.
Kareem Ali:*But she was doing it smart though. The longer she held it in… the more pain she can inflict on his knee.
Martin Mays:*True. Slows him down.
Monroe gets up to her feet and pulls Snow up. Snow is hobbling on his right leg as his left leg is seriously bothering him. Monroe starts to mouth off a little bit as she pulls him towards the center of the ring. She pushes Snow a little bit. As Snow stumbles back a couple of steps he gains his balance quick enough to land a thunderous superkick to Monroe’s chin as she crumbles down in a heap to the mat. Snow falls down to the mat clutching at his knee as he connected with the kick using his injured left leg. He pulls himself to the corner and holds on to the top rope as he flips himself up and over to the top rope as Monroe is still out. He looks over Monroe before putting himself in position.
Kareem Ali:*Looks like he is going for…
Martin Mays:*THE X-SPLASH!
Snow leapt off from the corner and connects full force with the X Splash. Upon landing he is still clutching at his left knee as he sticks the pin and the referee is ready to count.
One…
Two…
THREE!
Kareem Ali:*And this match is over.
Martin Mays:*And what a match it was.
The ref helps Snow up to his feet as Monroe rolls over clutching her mid section. Snow can put a little more weight on his leg as Sparxxx makes the announcement.
Ashley Sparxxx:*And the winner of this match… ERIC! SNOW!
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Shortly before the Triple Threat contest is due to begin, an unfamiliar theme song begins to play on the ACW Arena's PA system - "The Boys Are Back In Town" by Thin Lizzy. Soon afterwards, Darren Pesinger comes out with the unknown partner who saved him from Mercy and Indiana the previous week. Despite the interference having cost him the match, the cowboy does not seem angry, happily ignoring the boos from the crowd as he chats with his partner coming down the ramp. Eventually, they both break into a run, sliding under the ropes as the announcers comment:
Martin Mays: Former PWAer Darren Pesinger coming out here with this mysterious friend of his...we have absolutely no info on who this guy is, or if he's even allowed to be here! And if this is how they did things in the PWA, let me tell ya, Kareem Ali...I'd much rather have it our way!
As the crowd continues to boo, the newcomer climbs the turnbuckles, smiling and waving at them, before rejoining Darren in the center of the ring. The Southerner, who already has a microphone, hands him one as well, and puts an arm around his shoulders as he addresses the crowd:
Darren Pesinger: Y'all gotta be wonderin' who this motherfucker is right here...
He points at his companion, as the crowd pop affirmatively.
Darren Pesinger: Well this is my boy Jack Ripper...the best goddamn tag partner in this business!
Jack smiles widely, looking bashful, as Darren continues:
Darren Pesinger: Me'n'him, we was the best damn tag team in the history of the Pee Dub Ay! An' now, we's gon' be the best damn tag team in the history of Ay Cee Dub, too!
A few fans begin to chant the name of the company, while others boo the cowboy's cocky words. Even the commentators don't seem impressed:
Martin Mays: Well, lofty words there from Darren Pesinger...let's see if he can live up to them...
Darren, unfazed, continues:
Darren Pesinger: So git ready, 'cause y'all gon' hear plenty 'bout us! Might as well start memorizin' the name! We call ourselves...
Here, the cowboy stops just short of saying the next word, and instead turns to his partner:
Darren Pesinger: You say it. I still can't say that goddamn ass-backwards name!
Jack smiles amusedly, then turns to the crowd and speaks his first ever words on ACW:
Jack Ripper: We call ourselves...RIPPERCUSSIONS!
Here, the Arena is split, as some fans instinctively give a cheer while others remain more aloof, and a few even jeer. Profiting from the spotlight, Jack continues, trying to endear himself with the crowd:
Jack Ripper: And before we go on, let me say something. Our Darren here means well, but sometimes, his head can get a little too big...
He ribs his partner, who looks a little nonplussed.
Jack Ripper: ...so take everything he says with a grain of salt, 'k?
Here, for the first time, RipperCussions gets a face reaction, as some fans chuckle. Seeing he is getting through to them, Jack continues:
Jack Ripper: As for me, I feel like I should introduce myself. I'm Jack Ripper. You may have heard of my brother, Max Ripper, or my dad, Jaxxon Ripper, or even my uncle, Tobias Mezkov.
The names get a pop, making Jackie smile.
Jack Ripper: Now, believe it or not, with this family tree, I wasn't big on wrestling. But thanks to this big guy right here...I learned to love it!
The slender newcomer ribs his more muscular partner once again, this time mee.ting with a more approving reaction from Darren. Then, clearly getting into a roll, he continues:
Jack Ripper: So yeah...I hope you guys get to like us, and I hope I can make friends out of some of you!
Another brief cheer follows these words, as the fans are coming round to the new tag team's side. Jack's next words, however, wreck everything, as the newcomer goes for honesty:
Jack Ripper: In the interest of fairness, though, I feel like I should warn you...I'm gay. So if any of you has a problem with that...
The young wrestler never finishes his sentence. A chorus of boos interrupts him, followed by a meanspirited chant of "YOU'RE A smurf!"*
Martin Mays: What brave words from this young man...and what disrespect from our fans! For shame!
The fans' attitude also seems to have riled up Darren, who steps in Jackie's defense:
Darren Pesinger: Hey! Y'all lay offa him! Lay offa my buddy!
The crowd, however, does not relent, and the fans who had been chanting before quickly alter their chant to say "YOU'RE BOTH smurfs!". This further irritates the cowboy, who brings the microphone to his lips and seems about to go on a full-fledged rant! Before he can do so, however, the Arena's PA starts up once again, signalling the entrance of one of Darren's opponents for that night, and forcing the cowboy to save his tirade for another day. By the looks of it, though, it seems RipperCussions will not have an easy road to walk on ACW...
VS
VS
Steven Mercy VS Darren Pesinger VS EL Loko
The crowd is revved up as they prepare for the next match.
Ashley Sparxxx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be fought under TRIPLE THREAT RULES!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1FmPhJkdTwU
THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN by Thin Lizzy plays as the crowd gives a moderate pop to the song and opens up a bit more when Darren Pesinger steps out onto the stage.
Ashley Sparxxx: Entering the arena first, from Macon, Georgian and accompanied to the ring by his partner, Jack Ripper, DARREN PESINGER!!
The crowd lights up a bit as Pesinger calls to the crowd and begins to the ring with his new arrival.
Kareem Ali: Did she say PARTNER? Oh, nice. Are they an item?
Martin Mays corrects: No, according to the bio we were given, if you had bothered to read it, only Jack Ripper is gay. Darren is an unrepentant heterosexual! The partner part is because they have registered as a tag team.
Kareem Ali: Of course. Who is this new kid? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of him!
Martin Mays: Oh, come on, Kareem! Surely, you’ve heard of the RIPPER family. They are popular in the independent circuits. Hell, the whole family has held championships in several organizations. The father Jaxxon Ripper was almost accepted into the WWE along with his youngest son, Max. The elder brother has also proven his ability in the ring holding the PWA tag team championship and nearly securing their International title as well.
The two friends hit the ring and call to the crowd and get a mixed reaction.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpNKC6nW5aQ
They are suddenly interrupted by HOLLOW AGAIN by Project 86. The crowd begins to boo a little.
Kareem Ali; Apparently, the crowd remembers the actions of these Hispanic hoodlums in the last two weeks; brutally attacking the ACW’s number one tag team, Mercy and Indiana.
Martin Mays: Another person who hasn’t forgotten is Phoenix. I have just received word that these three tag teams will meet in a triangle tag match at OVERDRIVE next week! Finally, Mercy and Indiana will get a chance to meet their attackers face to face in the ring!
Ashley Sparxxx: And his opponent, one member of the Lunatic World Order and is being escorted by his manager Wisecrack, he is the Hispanic Horror; EL LOKO!!!
The deranged clown steps out onto stage and smiles at the crowd as El Loko runs to each end and screams at the fans.
Martin Mays: Well, these guys aren’t here to make any friends, that’s for sure.
Finally, the cracked clown yells at El Loko to come and he obeys without question. They slowly make their way to the ring.
Kareem Ali: What I want to know is where is that freak’s twin? Those two scare me, personally.
Martin Mays: And the clown?
Kareem Ali: Well, let’s just say, they aren’t high on my list of nice childhood memories.
El Loko and Wisecrack slide into the ring and face off with Pesinger and Ripper.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=2Ox1Tore9nw
The crowd goes wild as IN THE GHETTO by Elvis plays and the ACW’s number one tag team and the fan favorites here tonight step on stage. Both Mercy and Indiana smile smugly to each other…
Ashley Sparxxx: And the final opponent, one member of ACW’s premiere tag team, Steven Mercy!!
The two greasers look at each other and rush the ring starting a brawl that clears the ring quickly. Wisecrack is seen complaining to the referee as Jack checks on Pesinger. Mercy and Indiana hit the turnbuckles to the delight of the crowd. Finally, Indiana gets out of the ring and finds his corner as the bell rings and Darren Pesinger and El Loko join him.
Steven Mercy attacks quickly hitting them both with a clothesline, sending them both falling to the floor. After a bit of recovery, the two get back in the ring as the referee hits about 5 on his count. But, before Pesinger can get all the way in, El Loko pulls him out and slams him into the barricade! This sets off the crowd a bit as the crazy Mexican slides into the ring and is met with a boot to the side of his head! Mercy drops him with a DDT and follows up with an elbow drop. Quickly, Steven gets up and goes for a tag!
Kareem Ali: Uh, oh! Looks like somebody isn’t on the same page as everyone else! This guy is TOO used to the tags!
As Mercy realizes the mistake he just made, El Loko catches him in a reverse stunner! He goes for the pin!
ONE!
KICK OUT!
Loko doesn’t let it bother him; he gets up and sizes up the struggling Steven Mercy. Out of nowhere, Darren Pesinger blindsides the lunatic with a double ax handle shot to the head; sending him bouncing off the apron and falling to the floor hard right in front of his manager!
Darren wastes no time and goes for the reverse chin lock; putting massive pressure and leverage on the stunned Mercy. After a while of struggle, he finally powers out. He hits Pesinger with a shot to the face and quickly gets to his feet. He looks at Indiana who is giving him encouragement from the corner.
Martin Mays: Mercy needs to get his head in this match. He’s on his own here. I think Phoenix is trying to test his individual skills here.
Kareem Ali: Nah, I think he’s sunk. Look at him! He has no idea how to function on his own!
Mercy finally gets together and pulls Pesinger up dropping him with a stunning DDT! The cameras show El Loko still writhing on the ground with Wisecrack checking him out and yelling at the trainers to stay away!
Martin Mays: Speaking of not coping without his partner. Their twins for gawd sakes! Loko is totally out of sync!
Once the trainers go away, Wisecrack pulls up the flap covering the underside of the ring and out pops Maddog. In the same instance, El Loko rolls under the ring.
Martin Mays: DID YOU SEE THAT?
Kareem Ali: See what?
As Mercy puts the pressure on the rear naked choke, Maddog slides in behind him and gets a chokehold of his own!
Kareem Ali: This could be over fast, folks!!
Martin Mays: That dirty…
Darren is up quick as Jack yells from across the ring. Realizing what’s going on, he richochets off the ropes and Maddog with a diving drop kick! That breaks the hold and Pesinger goes for the pin on Mercy!
ONE!
TWO!
EL LOKO breaks it up!
The Hispanic lunatic begins to put the fists to Darren as Mercy pulls up on the ropes. He, then, surprises Maddog; catching his head and dropping him with a tornado DDT hard to the canvas. He turns to a recovering Pesinger and grabs him; flipping him in an overhead suplex!
Martin Mays: Incredible execution!
Mercy pins Pesinger!
ONE!
KICKOUT!
As Mercy argues a little with the referee, El Loko connects with a big boot the greaser’s head! He, then, drops a hard elbow on the chest of Darren. He flips Pesinger over and pulls him into the center of the ring. In fluid motion, he turns him over into a half crab.
Kareem Ali: That lunatic is a freakin’ machine!
Martin Mays: He’s also a cheat! That’s Maddog, El Loko’s twin!
Kareem Ali: Are you crazy?
Martin Mays: No, but they sure are!
Maddog pulls back on the leg as Pesinger screams in pain. Mercy is coming to as Indiana roots for his partner to get up! The referee asks if Darren wants to give up and he begins to shake his head, screaming NO!!
Kareem Ali: That Pesinger has to be in a lot of pain! And that lunatic isn’t letting up!
Mercy is on his feet behind the two of them as it looks like the cowboy is losing his resilience. Steven runs and catches Maddog in a running bulldog, slamming him to the mat! He, then, picks up the lunatic and lofts him up in a half-hour suplex! After holding him for awhile, he spins and drops Maddog hard to the apron; bouncing him off and crashing to the ground next to his manager!
Pesinger has slightly recovered and runs up to pick up a surprised Mercy belly to belly and drops him with a thunderous spinebuster! The crowd is beside itself as the cowboy goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
The cameras cut to the lunatics side of the ring as they go for the switcheroo again. Only, this time, the referee catches the whole act! He starts yelling at Wisecrack and makes a quick decision to throw the whole band of maniacs out of the match!! The Yonker’s crowd erupts in a thunderous cheer as the LWO get what they deserve! Security comes in and tries to get them to leave. We see both Mercy and Pesinger pulling up in different corners as the lunatics attack the guards. They easily dispatch them and turn to get in the ring together despite the referee pointing them to the back.
Unexpectantly, Indiana and Jack Ripper intervene. Tracy Indiana grabs El Loko. Ripper grabs Maddog. And, in tandem, they drop the lunatics in double DDTs! In the ring, Mercy goes to spear Pesinger, but Darren beats him to the punch with a little SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT (rough rider)!! As Jack and Indiana celebrate, they stop cold realizing that they may not be on the same team. Back in the ring, Darren goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Indiana turns shocked as does the stunned Mercy. Pesinger celebrates in the ring as Jack joins him. El Loko and Maddog get up and act like they’re going to get into the ring. Wisecrack calls them off and leads them up the ramp giving the winners the eye all the way.
Ashley Sparxxx: And your winner! Darren Pesinger!!
The camera gets a good shot of Ripper and Pesinger celebrating on the ring posts.
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VS
VS
John McHenry VS SYN VS Christopher Flair
The bell rings three times to get the attention of the crowd.
Ashley Sparxxx: It is NOW time for your MAIN EVENT!
The crowd erupts in eager anticipation.
Kareem Ali: Oh, man, this is gonna be good!
There is a strange silence for a while and, then, the sound of cash registers CA-CHINGing alerts the crowd who gives the incoming wrestler a mild pop.
Ashley Sparxxx: The next bout is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under Triple Threat Rules!!
Martin Mays: Wow! Two in a row!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjMWwf8RtTQ&ob=av2n
Ashley Sparxxx: Hailing from Pittsburg, Pennsylvania and weighing in at 253 pounds and standing at a height of six foot four inches tall, He is JOHN McHENRY!!!
The pop gets a little stronger as McHenry steps out onto the stage and walks proudly to the ring wearing a custom made robe with his name across the back. He opens up the robe to show off the championship belt he stole out of Flair's locker room earlier.
Martin Mays: This guy has made quite a change in the last few weeks; seemingly cleaning up his bad guy image, however, he still inflicts us with his interference to pick the winners of the main events.
Kareem Ali: He called himself the Kingmaker and, then, insinuated he was the next King! Considering his record, he's making some wild claims. Now, he's stole the belt! That doesn't sound like a new leaf to me!
Martin Mays: Well, he HAS had a lot to do with who has the title and who wins the matches in Flair's contests. Both Syn and Flair have a grudge against the supposed KINGMAKER tonight. McHenry has a LOT on his table.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGcsIdGOuZY&ob=av2n
Kareem Ali: OH, MAN! Set another place at the table! Here comes the EXPERIENCE!!
Martin Mays: And Phoenix has announced that Drew Alexander will join SYN and Flair at the PPV for the Championship which doesn't make this situation any better!
The cameras catch Alexander at the top of the ramp giving the crowd the X with a big smile on his face.
Kareem Ali: Yeah, my man Alexander took a BIG chance with Phoenix and got better than he expected!
Martin Mays: Better than he deserved. I mean, he's been on a mental breakdown lately. I'm not sure he's up to a championship right now!
Drew Alexander walks down the ramp and takes his place with the commentators, eyeballing the belt in McHenry's hand.
Drew Alexander: Hello, gentlemen. Don't let me interrupt you. I'm sure you were talking about my shot at the title at the PPV and how I'm going to totally take ACW to a whole new EXPERIENCE!
Martin Mays scowls: Something like that.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=G3kvZGWNgos
Ashley Sparxxx: And, his opponent, the number one contender for the ACW Championship, SYN!
Drew Alexander: Hey! I'm the number one contender, baby!!
The crowd erupts a bit as the lights dim and smoke begins to fill the arena. Without much fanfare, SYN comes out and walks down the ring. The crowd is the loudest of the night as he climbs the steps and enters the ring. Sitting down in the middle of the mat, he waits for the final opponent barely looking at McHenry and the belt.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=81o6t0jfc54
Ashley Sparxxx: And their opponent, he is the ACW Heavyweight champion and self proclaimed SON OF GOD, Christopher Flair!!!
The arena switches from dark and red to gold and bright as Christopher Flair steps out onto stage to a sea of boos! He smiles as though he's enjoying the hate. He makes his way to the ring and has a buxxom beauty help him take off his elaborate robe off and enters the ring! SYN doesn't bother moving but just sits there as Flair taunts the crowd.
As McHenry gets into the ring, he hands the belt to the referee and smiles at Flair.
Martin Mays: Wow! What a moment here people! McHenry trying to make a statement here!
As Flair grabs the belt, the referee calls for the bell and the match begins.
SYN is quick to get up and lock up with the champ; knocking the belt out of Flair's hands onto the mat! After a short struggle, the number one contender throws Flair hard into the corner! He is, suddenly, clotheslined by John McHenry!
Drew Alexander laughs: Ha! McHenry made that jerk champion! And, now, he's dismantling the king! He better leave some for me!
SYN runs at Big John McHenry only to be flipped out of the ring and crashing to the floor! Christopher tries to get up on his own, but John pulls him up in the air and drops him hard in a simple, but devasatating slam!!
Martin Mays; OH, that was brutal!
Drew Alexander: Heh, that is NOTHING! Nothing compared to what I'm going to do to him at OVERDRIVE!!
As SYN pulls himself up on the apron, the referee passes the commentator's table with the ACW title. Alexander gets up and grabs it. He pushes the referee to the side and nails SYN in the head with the title! After spitting on him, he goes back and sits down with the title still in his hands.
Drew Alexander: See? I can make an impact too! That's how it's going to go at OVERDRIVE, folks. Might as well give me the belt now!
McHenry still has a hold of Flair who he picks up again and drops hard in a jacknife powerbomb! The crowd groans.
Kareem Ali: Man, Big John is out to prove something tonight!
Drew Alexander: Heh, not half...
Martin Mays: We know! We know! Not half the point your going to prove at the Pay Per View!
Drew Alexander: What are you psychic? That is totally what I was going to say!!
McHenry follows up with a leg drop. He sits there for a minute smiling.
Martin Mays: McHenry is IN control right now.
SYN, suddenly, slides into the ring and grabs John from behind in a chin lock. He, then, swings him around into a triangle choke hold! Flair is still out in the ring.
Drew Alexander: There's your great champion! The everlovin' son of GOD? Whatever the hell!!
Finally, McHenry powers up and picks SYN up in a fireman's carry! He drops SYN in a Samoan Drop!
Kareem Ali: DAMN! McHenry manhandling the number one contender!!
Drew Alexander: HEY! How many times I gotta tell you? I'M the true number one contender!!
After a short rest, McHenry goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Martin Mays: He may have took too much time getting to that pin right there!
John gets up, obviously frustrated! He gives Flair a couple of boots and pushes the champ out of the ring and onto the floor. Behind him, SYN is getting up. As McHenry turns, he gets a shot to the head; driving him into the corner. SYN, then, grabs his arms and sets him up for the KILLING JOKE; which he performs flawlessly.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...
Kareem Ali: An amazing kick out!
The bizarre one shows a bit of frustration himself as he notices Flair trying to get up. He scales the corner turnbuckle and, first, looks at McHenry on the mat in the ring and, then, at Flair standing just outside the ring. The crowd gets loud knowing that they are about to see something amazing. And SYN delivers with a suicide diving tornado DDT that sends them both hard to the ground!
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
McHenry is up to one knee in the ring and holding his head. He sees Flair and SYN getting up outside the ring. John backs up and gets a running start; launching awkwardly into a suicide palancha of sorts. As he collides with the other two, they all crash to the floor.
Martin Mays: Epic match up here tonight! These guys are going all out to make their case for the championship.
Kareem Ali: Well, Flair and SYN have their spots as does Drew. The only man in that ring that needs to prove anything is McHenry.
All three men pull up as McHenry catches Christopher with a high kick to the side of the head; sending him hard into the corner turnbuckle! SYN wastes no time and jumps to the apron and flips into McHenry with a little TWISTED THRILLS (corkscrew shooting star press)!
Crowd: WHOA!!
Drew Alexander: You see? It's that kinda rash behavior that will take SYN out of the match.
The referee has been counting the whole time!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SYN and McHenry are up as Flair stirs. John picks up the champ and rams him into the barricade hard! McHenry turns into a wheel kick to the head! John falls back upon the barricade, but doesn't fall. SYN grabs him and throws him into the ring to stop the count! He follows him into the ring and seems to be bleeding from the forehead.
SYN pulls McHenry up and flips him up for a snap suplex. Without hesitation, he goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!!
The cameras cut to Flair who is out cold on the floor. Back in the ring, SYN begins to pull up to the corner turnbuckle. He climbs to the top and launches...
Martin Mays: Oh, no! Here we go!! FALLING INTO CHAOS!!
But, as he lands, McHenry gets his knees up! Syn rolls over into the corner clutching his midsection. Both competitors take their time getting up. The crowd begins to chant.
Crowd on one side: Let's go SYN! [clap! Clap!clap-clap-clap]
Crowd on the other side: McHenry ROCKS!!
Kareem Ali: Seems we've got a bit of a difference of opinion here tonight! But where are the Flair fans?
Drew Alexander: What Flair fans? The EXPERIENCE fans should be chanting! That's the problem!
Alexander climbs up on the table and does the X for the crowd who give him a mixed reaction. McHenry is up and lumbering toward his only moving opponent. As he gets near, SYN kicks him in the arm. After another couple of kicks, McHenry hits his opponent across the skull and drags him to the corner. He, then, begins to put the boot to him; wearing him down. Drew begins to rant at McHenry and, finally, gets his attention. The two exchange words for a minute. John gets out of the ring and stands by the commentator's table. In the ring, Flair has gotten himself up and drug SYN to the center of the ring. As the champ goes for the pin, McHenry turns only to get a diving neckbreaker to the floor!
Martin Mays; Oh, no! Not, again!!
The referee is there for the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE...
SYN KICKS OUT!!!
Kareem Ali: No way!!
Drew gets up and slides in the ring.
Martin Mays; Now, what in the hell, is he doing?
Flair is up, staggering a bit. Alexander grabs him and drops him with a DDT! After throwing the champ out of the ring, Drew climbs the corner turnbuckle with the belt in hand. Once again the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. McHenry is pulling up on the apron and SYN is sitting in the corner.
Kareem Ali: Now, THERE is impact!!
Martin Mays: That's no better than what McHenry did a few weeks back!
Suddenly, SYN jumps to the top rope and flips the EXPERIENCE with a superplex hard to the mat! McHenry slides into the ring as both men slowly pull up. He looks them both over as the crowd begins to rise to its feet. He grabs Alexander who hits him with a low blow. He goes for the GLASGOW CHAMBER [Haas of pain] but, suddenly, McHenry reverses it by RINGING THE BELL [Gogoplata with punches to the skull ]!! The crowd lights up as Drew begins to tap!
Martin Mays: He can't tap out! He's not even in this match! Serves him right!
The referee tries to get John to stop, but he continues. Finally, the official gives him a five count warning! John lets go and rolls Alexander off onto the floor onto a groggy Flair! McHenry turns into a springboard crossbody by SYN! This lays out John in the center of the ring and SYN gets a wicked look on his face. He climbs to the top rope.
Kareem Ali: He's going to the well too much! This is bound to backfire again!
SYN launches and nails the FALLING INTO CHAOS!! He goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Slipknot plays as Syn climbs the corner.
Ashley Sparxxx: And YOUR WINNER! SYN!!!
Martin Mays: There are bodies all over the place!!
SYN looks down at the floor and sees the championship belt laying there. He jumps down and picks it up! He looks it over as if he were looking at his own child. SYN, then, walks over to the fallen body of Christopher Flair and drops it on him. Tapping his watch, he walks off to the roar of the crowd.
Suddenly, the music of the ACW owner, Phoenix, plays and she steps out onto the stage.
Phoenix: You got it out of your system yet, McHenry? You through wanting to be in the ring with these guys?
John pulls up on the ropes and shakes his head no!
Phoenix: Ok, fine. I'm going to make one more match that will have you in the ring with these three men again. AND I'm giving you a chance at a championship that same night.
The crowd gets a little loud; although, there are a few boos.
Phoenix: Just not in the same match.
McHenry looks confused.
Phoenix: In the main event at OVERDRIVE, it will be Drew Alexander versus SYN versus Christopher Flair for the ACW heavyweight championship!! AND John McHenry?
John smiles and the crowd is still getting pumped for the Pay Per View.
Phoenix: John...you're going to be the guest referee. You wanna be kingmaker? Fine. But you better call that match down the middle and IF you get physical with any of the three of them; YOU'RE FIRED!
McHenry is up and livid.
John McHenry (off camera): But what about my championship?
Phoenix smiles: It will be John McHenry versus Eric Snow for the newly christened ACW International Championship at OVERDRIVE! Double duty, John! You think you're up for that?
Still a little angry, he grins mischievously and nods. The camera cuts to each of the three competitors in the ring area. Each has a look of anger, disgust and worry growing across their features.
Phoenix: Goodnight, folks. See you at OVERDRIVE!!
I'll just help grade 
