Mercy and Indiana's segment

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The show looks to be going off without a hitch when all of a sudden "In The Ghetto" by Elvis Presley hits the PA system with authority. It's not long before we see a duo barely driving a car but some how making their way to the ring whilst taunting everyone. The car this week happens to be a Pontiac Star Chief if you wanted to know. They drive near the entrance ramp and hop out like bandits. The team continues to make it's way down to the ring in a very jubilant mood as they slide in giving the fans a couple "Ooohs" with pleasure.

The camera pans around the ring showing a few more things. There seems to be a ceramic table with gifts, a hefty jukebox and now and NOW heading to the ring some fine looking ladies in poodle skirts and sweaters ready to flank Mercy & Indiana as soon as they get into the ring themselves. With both members with a lady by their side they look rather pleased and Mercy calls for a microphone first which is quickly obliged by some ring crew personnel employee of sorts. A few moments afterward Mercy is speaking aloud and proud to anyone that can hear him.

Stephen Mercy: ...Well, we did say it Indiana... We did say it. We said we would beat those two so-called main eventers in John McHenry and Cory Allen... And we sure did... Ooooohhhh!!!!! Now tonight I'm feeling pretty good as we stand a top of the tag division looking down at all these helpless losers who can't measure up to the OH SO GREAT Mercy & Indiana. Tell them Indiana, tell them.

Now Indiana motions for a mic of his own and is given one shortly after asking.

Tracy Indiana: Oh I'll tell them Mercy... You know I could tell everyone all night long that we are the best but instead of bragging about how about we get to the celebrations. Lets start it off with giving these people something to savor...

For some reason gum starts falling from the ceiling, black licrorice gum in fact. A few fans are getting hit at the wrong angles but most of them seem to be trying to get their hands on some delicious gum.

Tracy Indiana: Now I don't want to see any of you not properly disposing of that gum when you are done...

Stephen Mercy: Properly? There are such ways to properly to get rid of such things... Who knew?

Tracy Indiana: Hey, I'm just trying to give people a heads up...

Stephen Mercy: Okay, okay... Now... Wait a minute, dollface...

Mercy has turned his attention to the lovely girl that is still flanking him.

Stephen Mercy: Go turn up the tunes, would ya?

It's a few seconds later that we hear a click, some warbling and then finally some tunes. Lesley Gore's "It's My Party" is playing like an anthem but low enough so Mercy & Indiana can continue the festivities.

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Stephen Mercy: Now that's more like it! Maybe a little different than I would have played but I can't complain tonight. No, no, no... And speaking of tonight, Indiana... I got ya a present man...

Mercy turns around and points at a rather large present on the table. It's loosely put together and has holes in the top for some reason. Indiana gets giddy and greedy and rips away at the package to expose it. It's a cage with a nice lap dog inside! Indiana can't hide his emotion as he got the puppy he always wanted.

Tracy Indiana: Thank you, man... I never expected this. I think I'm going to call him Rex. Damn... Now we got ladies, music and pets... What's next? Oh... I got it... I almost forgot.

This time Indiana turns around to the table of gifts and picks up two smaller boxes. He hands one to his buddy and keeps the other for himself. They look at each other with youthful exuberance before digging into the presents. It turns out to be two shiny metallic objects.

Tracy Indiana: Mercy... I was just thinking since ACW has no tag team titles and we are the best tag team here we gotta reward ourselves.

Stephen Mercy: I hear ya, Indiana. I hear ya.

Tracy Indiana: That is why I got us these rings to showcase our dominance. Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!

Stephen Mercy: What's this engraving...

Tracy Indiana: "To the greatest partner ever." Of course!

Finally Mercy puts his on followed by Indiana. The camera zooms in diamonds and something about tag teams on the front of the rings. The happiness in the ring can only be imagined.

Stephen Mercy: So may I ask how you arranged this, buddy?

Tracy Indiana: Well it cost me a hefty penny lets say when I went back to our old stomping grounds and asked our old Principle to hook us up with some graduation rings... Took a few strings to be pulled but we had to have something to show that we are the best.

Stephen Mercy: Oh man... I don't know how I can repay you for this. You are the best partner EVER.

Tracy Indiana: You said it right there, man. It's an honor to be your partner in crime.

It's just then after some back and forth getting to the point of looking rather homosexual, Mercy & Indiana are inturrupted by someone...

(OOC: The person who can reply knows who he is so if that isn't you please don't.)​

 

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The sound of an unknown theme song begins (Hollow Again by PROJECT 86) as Mercy and Indiana spin to see who has the audacity to interrupt their celebration! The lights go down as spotlights begin to spin around the room sending the crowd and the ACW's only Tag Team into confusion. As the music continues and the image of a nuclear bomb going off flashes on the walls, a lone figure walks out onto stage. He is a gaunt figure wearing an exaggerated ringmaster's suit and top hat. You can barely make him out with the spotlights moving back and forth along the stage, but you can see that he walks in with a long cane and strange strut. The strange figure walks out to center stage and rests both hands on the cane and bows his head as the one of the spotlights stops to envelop him. The rim of the hat covers most of his face, but you can see the bottom half with his pointed chin and crazy, disturbing smile. His lips are painted red and his skin is a blatant white.

Finally, the music fades and the spotlight goes out and the lights come up. Without looking up, the strange person on the stage pulls up a microphone.

“I finally weasel my way out of the nuthouse and show up to my asylum away from asylum, PWA headquarters in Phoenix, Arizona ONLY to find out they've pulled up stakes, locked the doors and left without me!!”

The clown faced stranger sniffs and wipes away a tear.

“Sniff. Just like Mom and Dad did SO many years ago...”

He suddenly sneers demonically and looks up at the crowd.

“GOD REST THEIR SOULS...”

After a short laugh, the new arrival gets to the matter at hand.

“But I DIGRESS...SO, I follow their trail of cookies to New York and some hole in the ground indy operation in hopes that MAYBE...just MAYBE their Tag Team Division would be something my boys could literally sink their teeth into. And what do I find?”

Mercy and Indiana begin to beat their chest and slap each other on the backs in congragulations.

“Well, HELL, we've got Potsy and Ralph Mouth goin' on in the ring. By the way BOYS, Fonzi called. He wants his thumbs back.”

The crowd chuckles a little at the Tag Teams expense as Mercy and Indiana begin to rant at the clown from the ring. You can hear one of them say, “Who the HELL are you?”

The intruder whips his top hat off, revealing his dark green hair, and gives a respectful bow.

“Oh, forgive me! My friends, if I had any, would call me WISECRACK and I just happen to be the manager of the epitome of perfection in tag team wrestling today! Which begs the question...Who the HELL are you?”

Indiana starts to get out of the ring, but Mercy stops him.

“Ya see, my BOYS, El Loko and Maddog are my Twin Engines of Destruction. Their not much on personality, but they break everything in their path, including tag teams. NOW, my first inclination ...”

Mercy and Indiana both look confused.

“Uh...my first THOUGHT was to have my boys come down and beat you off of those pedestals you've built for yourselves. But, by the looks of things, when it comes to beating off, you have each other handled!”

The crowd chuckles a bit, but some of the fans of the team in the ring begin to boo. Mercy and Indiana are livid as Wisecrack begins to walk down the ramp with that odd little strut of his and permanent smile on his painted face.

“BUT it seems as though me and my boys have found ourselves blackballed AGAIN. Thank you ERIC BITCHOFF! I OWE you one. SO, that leaves us with only one final option; follow the rats fleeing the sunk PWA ship to this hole in the ground, backwater, wannabe operation called Alternative Championship Wrestling AKA YOU SUCK!”

That really sets off the crowd as they begin to throw cups at the annoying clown.

“Oh, Classy. That is SO New York...HA!”

As Wisecrack gets dangerously close to the ring, the two greasers begin to yell warnings to him to shut up.

“What? Your going to hurt me if I don't shut up? Oh, I would SO love to take you SERIOUSLY. But your loudmouthed threats are going to be hard to fulfill FROM THE HOSPITAL!! Cause we're going to get you and your little dog too!!”

Suddenly, entering the ring behind Mercy and Indiana are the Twin Engines of Destruction themselves, El Loko and Maddog! As the hot girls in poodle skirts begin to flee the ring, the ACW's premier tag team turns and meets the incoming attack. The four wrestlers trade blows forcing the fight out of the ring. The girls begin to run up the ramp and jump into the audience as El Loko clotheslines Mercy over into the crowd! Indiana spins Maddog into the turnbuckle hard; sending the lunatic onto the mat. Suddenly, Wisecrack runs in and whacks Indiana across the head with his cane. That does little more than get the attention of the angry, leather jacket wearing wrestler who turns and comes at the clown. As Wisecrack begins to beg the much bigger opponent to not hurt him, Maddog gives Indiana a hard double ax handle low blow!

As El Loko shoves Mercy over some of the fans steel chairs and Maddog puts the boot to Indiana, Wisecrack calls in the 'dogs' and the threesome retreats up the ramp! As Mercy and Indiana begin to regroup, The Cracked Clown turns with a cackle and a bow. He, then, leads the two gloating Hispanic Horrors to the back before the ACW's greatest tag team can mount another attack.