BEGINNING
The pyros go off and the crowd is hyped as the iPPV streams worldwide.
Martin Mays: Hello and welcome to OVERDRIVE! I am Martin Mays, the commentator in the know.
Kareem Ali: Hey! I'm in the know too and I'm Kareem Ali!
Martin Mays; Man, have we got a show for you tonight! So, without wasting any of your valuable viewing enjoyment with playful banter, let's get this thing started!
Kareem Ali: Whew! I thought he'd NEVER shut up!!
Ashley Sparxxx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...introducing first...
Redeemer - marilyn manson - YouTube
Before the attractive ring announcer can go any further, however, the post-pyro silence of the Yonkers Arena is shattered by the first few bars of "Redeemer", by Marylin Manson. As the lights dim and an eerie red mist begins to seep from near the entrance, the vampiric being known as Heath Venomous emerges through the curtain, carrying what appear to be two bundles over each of his shoulders.
Martin Mays: What is this? What...?*
Kareem Ali: Heath Venomous, the powerhouse who claims he's a *vampire*, coming out here unnanounced and...what is that over his shoulders?
Martin Mays: I'm not sure I want to find out, Ali. This guy gives me the creeps!
As the two commentators continue to trade banter, Heath Venomous climbs up the steel steps, entering the ring, and cooly drops his two burdens on the canvas. It is only then that the audience sees what his loads truly are...
Martin Mays: Oh my goodness! That's Andrew Sanders! And Alex Styles! What is going on here!?
Before Kareem Ali can offer his view on the subject, however, Venomous takes a microphone from a stage hand and looks up at the stands cooly. After a moment, without lowering his gaze, he nods contemptuously towards Sanders and begins to talk:
Heath Venomous: This one tried to run. And that one...I found asleep in his locker room. This is the standard of competition I am given. But then again, who can blame them? They are but human. And, as such, they have human flaws, such as cowardice or sloth. But me? I am not human. I belong to the superior race. And my kind do not run from battles, and do not succumb to sloth or weariness.
The vampire shoots another disgusted look at his would-be opponents, before continuing:
Heath Venomous: Do you recall the point I made about inevitability? Well, this is partly what I meant. It was an inevitability that these two, and others like them, should fear me, and seek to avoid conflict with me. As it is an inevitability that I shall defeat them, one and all.
As the vampire speaks, pacing around in the ring with his back turned to his opponents, Sanders has slowly begun to regain consciousness, and crawls over to Venomous, clearly seeking to apply some sort of low-blow. Before he can do so, however, the vampire turns around, having sensed it, and his anger flares. He picks Sanders up by the hair and throws him against the opposite ropes. The supposed hardcore legend tries to come back with a clothesline, but Venomous coolly sidesteps and applies a borderline insolent drop toe hold.
Kareem Ali: Well, our resident fantasy character seemingly not too impressed with the standard of his opposition, and letting it show here!
Martin Mays: That is borderline insulting to someone with Sanders' credentials!
Kareem Ali: Which of the Sanderses would that be, Martin?
As the announcers discuss, Venomous continues to punish Sanders in the ring, and now has him in a seemingly painful bearhug. The supposed hardcore legend thrashes to break loose, but the vampire's embrace is too strong, and soon the hand comes down a third time, lifeless. As the referee goes to ring the bell, however, Venomous stops him. He walks over to the corner, drops Sanders's lifeless body next to the still unconscious Styles, who hasn't stirred the entire time and seems out cold. Then, he nonchalantly places a foot atop each of his opponents, and beckons the referee over for the three-count.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
And Heath Venomous has made his dominant presence known in the ACW ring once again!
And as he stands victorious over his two opponents, the vampire orders the stage hands to cut the music, requests a microphone, and says a single word:
Heath Venomous: Inevitability...
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The cameras cut to back stage as a beautiful brunette is seen walking with the towering Zack Bronko.
Lady: Well, I just think we need to cool it with Sanders until he figures out who the hell he is! I mean, who knows what to expect out of him.
Bronko: Right, couldn't agree more. I mean, the Lunatics are volitale, but on board.
Lady: And Darren is in.
Bronko: But what about Jack?
Lady: He won't return my calls if that tells you anything.
Bronko: Billy Young is all in! He's easily the most loyal.
Lady: That leaves us with one...loose....end
The cameras pan as the Lady slows her pace a bit and begins to stare forward. Appearing in front of Bronko and the beauty is non other than new ACW acquisition Jacqui Monroe!!
Lady: Jacquiline.
Jacqui: 'Ressa
Lady: Been a little testy on Twitter this week haven't we?
Jacqui: Been a raging bitch everywhere, I hear...
The lady rolls her eyes and Bronko steps up.
Bronko: Listen, Claressa's went through a lot of trouble to get you here and make this work for ALL of us. SO, why don't you just drop the attitude and get with the gameplan!?!
Jacqui stares as Zack pokes her chest with his finger.
Jacqui: Why don't you take that big finger of yours and shove it up your ass!?
Zack looks ready to fight, but Claressa steps in.
Claressa: Let's keep cool heads here, ok? Tonight is the night that it all goes down. I want to know that you're there, backing the PWA up when it counts.
Jacqui steps up right in Claressa's face: Cool heads huh? Well, how about you take your 'cool head' and stick that up with Zack's big ole finger!! Cause I've never liked you 'Ressa and I don't trust you and I don't like what you're doing with Vych at all. This is all wrong.
Claressa is breathing so hard her breasts are heaving and Bronko is cracking his knuckles; getting ready.
Jacqui: Besides, Phoenix is alright. I think she's doin' just fine here. SO why don't you just go home and leave ACW alone!!
The fiery female stomps off; leaving Claressa and Bronko standing.
Bronko: You want me to go after her?
Claressa smiles: NO. Not YET.
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Billy Young vs. Henry Calvash vs. Nicky Trix
Ashley Sparxx: The following contest is a triple threat scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit!
Papa Roach’s “Last Resort” bursts through the P.A. system as the arena goes dark. As the lead guitar hits, an omniscient blue light glows, lighting up the arena. Young bursts out from behind the curtain, raising heat with the crowd.
Ashley Sparxxx: Hailing from Vancouver, Canada, weighing in at 210 lbs., Billy Young!”
Young stands at the top of the ramp, and drops his black silk robe, as a shower of silver sparks shoots up from behind him. Young smiles at the crowd, who harass him with boos, as he makes his way down to the ring. Once in the ring, Young stands on a turn buckle and brushes his hand through his hair. Young takes one last look through the crowd, hops down, and awaits his opponents.
Martin Mays: “Young is looking quite cocky despite his attack on Trix and Calvash last week. You’d think he’d be a bit worried.”
Kareem Ali: “If he kicked their asses last week, he can do it again this week. Why worry?”
Ashley Sparxxx: “Introducing next, from Calgary Alberta, Canada, he is Henry ‘The Canadian Destroyer’ Calvash!”
“Light It Up” hits and some spotlights swirl around the arena. 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.
Martin Mays: “Calvash looks pumped.”
Kareem Ali: “Wouldn’t you be, dawg? The guy couldn’t get a clean victory over the pretty boy posing in the ring and lost to Trix last week who’s half his size. He means business!”
He then marches down to the ring like a man on a mission, sliding into the ring and quickly hopping to his feet. Calvash wastes no time and charges directly at Young, looking to get revenge for the surprise attack last week. Calvash extends his leg outwards and drives his foot directly into Young’s chest. Billy is thrown back into the turnbuckle, wincing in pain from the quick Big Boot. Henry gives Young no time to recover by immediately sending him hurtling towards the ropes as “Ignition” by Toby Mac sounds over the P.A. A massive pop breaks out in the arena as Trix sprints down the ramp!
Ashley Sparxxx: “And introducing the final competitor, weighing in at 180 pounds, Nicky Trix!
As Trix nears the ring, Young bounces back off the ropes, and Calvash quickly wraps his arms around his waist and delivers a brutal release Belly to Belly Suplex. Billy is sent hurtling into the corner and his back slams violently against the lower turnbuckle. He slips out of the ring, clearly in pain, as Hank watches with a sadistic smile on his face.
Martin Mays: “Nicky Trix has arrived!”
As Mays announces that, Trix jumps onto the apron and grabs onto the top rope. He pulls himself over the top and hurls his body towards Calvash, angling for a springboard crossbody. Henry turns towards him quickly and catches the high flyer, stifling the impact of the crossbody. Trix wiggles in and attempt to escape the big man’s hold, but Calvash reverses into a brutal spinning side slam. Trix literally bounces off the mat from the impact, and Calvash drops to the mat for the quick pin.
Kareem Ali: “Look at the little guy! Not even a minute in, and he got absolutely destroyed! So pathetic.”
One…
Two…
Trix manages to get a shoulder up, earning a huge pop from the crowd. A furious Calvash looks at the ref and shakes his head in disgust. He grabs Trix by his hair and drags the smaller guy to his feet. Nicky quickly catches him off guard with two brutal kicks to the knees. Taking advantage of the brief disorientation, Trix grabs Calvash’s head and drives it downwards onto his knees, nailing a brutal double knee facebreaker. Henry stumbles backwards into the ropes, grasping at his bandaged nose. Trix sprints to the nearby turnbuckle and skillfully leapfrops to the top rope. He calls for Calvash to face him, getting the crowd worked up, and prepares for an aerial assault. Henry shakes his head, attempting to ‘shake off’ the pain and strategically drives the full weight of his body into the top rope, causing Trix to lose his footing. He lands on the top turnbuckle and sits perched, somewhat defenselessly, as a hulking Calvash approaches. Henry immediately delivers a brutal fist to the face, nearly knocking Trix off the ropes to the outside. Nicky shakes off the blow and manages to respond with a quick kick to the face. Calvash grabs at his face again, and Nicky attempts to pull himself back to his feet. Unfortunately, Henry beats him to the punch and brutally shoves Trix out of the ring. Nicky falls a good eight feet before slamming into the hard mats on the outside.
Martin Mays: That was a brutal landing! He might need help.”
Calvash relaxes, relishing in his destruction, but quickly turns as he hears scurrying behind him. A refreshed Young awaits him and moves in for a spinebuster. He lifts the big man off the ground and drives his spine into the mat with a resounding thud! A demolished Calvash groans loudly in pain but forces himself to his feet. Young wastes no time and immediately lunges towards his opponent. He extends his leg towards his chin, looking to put him away with a Super Kick. Henry manages to catch Billy’s foot and shoves it aside. As Young gets oriented, Calvash locks his arm around his back and lifts him off the ground. He drops him on the top of his back nailing a backbreaker and takes off for the ropes as Young pulls himself to his feet, grasping at his back. Billy sees the behemoth charging at him and detects what’s coming. He slides onto the mat under Calvash’s rising foot, avoiding his second Big Boot of the night. Henry turns to face him and gets ripped down to the mat as Billy goes for a small package!
One…
Two…
Kareem Ali: “Near kick out for the big guy!”
Young slams his fist down in frustration and points an admonishing finger at the ref. He drags Calvash to his knees, looking to continue with the assault, but Henry delivers a brutal elbow to Billy’s abdomen. Young hunches over in pain, and Calvash capitalizes on the opportunity. He hooks his arms and signals for the Calvash Slam, causing a wave of boos to sound in the arena. He rolls Young upwards and prepares to bring him downward to finish off the tiger bomb, but Billy slips down Calvash’s back, escaping the deadly finisher!
Martin Mays: “Great reversal there by Young!”
A shocked Henry turns to face Young and is greeted by a boot in his face as Billy executes a brutal super kick, causing a small trickle of blood to flow under Henry’s bandages. Calvash hits the mat as Young approaches the turnbuckle, still grasping at his back. He climbs to the top and taunts the crowd, rubbing his hands across his abs. A massive heat breaks out through the arena!
Martin Mays: “This guy is so full of himself. It’s sickening!”
Kareem Ali: “Don’t be jealous, whitey…”
Young playfully slaps his PWA tattoo, intensifying the heat, before leaping off the top rope and flipping through the air. Billy lands directly on Calvash’s torso nailing a debilitating Young and Restless. He quickly hooks the leg.
One…
Two..
Thr..
Martin Mays: “Trix breaks it up out of nowhere!”
Trix’s legs slams into Young’s back as he nails a picture perfect springboard leg drop, saving the match. Trix signals for Young to get his feet, looking to extract his revenge for the surprise attack at the last show. Out of nowhere, Billy jolts to his feet and charges towards Trix. He drives his shoulder and the full weight of his body into Nicky’s abdomen and drives him into the mat with a Spear. Trix writhes in agony and grabs onto the bottom rope for support as Young rolls the dazed Calvash into the corner. Nicky uses the rope to pull himself to his feet, and Billy scoops him up into a standing fireman’s carry. The fans break out into a chorus of boo’s as Young screams out “PWA”. Before he can execute the Go 2 Sleep, Trix takes a page out of Young’s book and rolls off his back. Nicky leans against the rope for support as Young turns towards him and charges. Trix bends forward and uses his back to toss Billy over the top rope. Young manages to grab the top rope and lands on the apron, but before he can even get orientated, Trix is flipping backwards and drives his foot into the back of his head, nailing a Pele Kick. Young tumbles to the outside, and Trix sprints to the opposite ropes. As he turns towards them, a recovered Calvash greets him in the center of the ring. Nevertheless, Nicky continues his charge and ducks Henry’s attempted clothesline. He leaps towards the ropes and springboards off the second rope, flipping backwards through the air. He catches Calvash by the neck and drives him into the mat, finishing his springboard moonsault DDT. Calvash writhes in pain in the center of the ring as Trix shoots a glance towards the downed Young. Henry pulls himself to his feet and is greeted by a familiar high knee directly to the face! Calvash collapses in the center of the ring as the blood flow from his nose accelerates. Trix takes off for the turnbuckle, looking to finish the match.
Martin Mays: “He’s setting up for the What Goes Up!”
Kareem Ali: “Slow your roll, bro.”
Young jumps onto the apron and grabs Trix’s right foot. The pop in the arena slowly dies off as Billy tugs at Nicky’s leg. Trix manages to wiggle his leg free and drives it into Billy’s chest. Young stumbles backwards onto the turnbuckle, and Trix leaps towards. He drives both of his feet into Young’s chest, sending him flailing to the mats below. Nicky shakes off the blow and checks to make sure Calvash is down. Nodding in approval, he re-scales the turnbuckles causing a massive pop to break out in the crowd. Without wasting another second, Trix throws himself off the rope and flips through the air. He crashes down on Calvash’s abdomen and nails a What Goes Up!
Kareem Ali: “Is this midget gonna’ pull it out again?”
An exhausted Trix hooks the leg!
One….
Two….
Three!
Bell: Ding… Ding… Ding
Ashley Sparxxx: “The winner of this match, Nicky Trix!”
Winner in 8:58: Nicky Trix
Trix sits up in the ring as the pop in the arena continues to rage on loudly. The referee pulls him to his feet and raises his hand in his victory as he exchanges a glance with the recovering Young on the outside.
Martin Mays: “It looks like the ACW talent got the best of PWA’s Billy Young tonight!”[/QUOTE]
Camera shows Young holding his ribs and scowling at the young superstar as we fad to commercial.
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The scene opens deep in the swamps of Louisianan. Setting on there front porch both in rocking chairs, with guns in hand are Billy and Leroy Bradley.
Billy: Boy, I'll tell you what I'm hungry as hell right about now.
Leroy: I hear you buddy, been sitting out here for half the day and we ain't seen no squirrels, no rabbits, no nuthin.
Billy: Bout time we get in the truck and head on into the town and get us some Arbys.
Leroy: Boy, you know the Arbys ain't open on no dawg gone Sunday, ain't nothin open in town today.
Billy: Look up there in the tree, one over in that big one and another over there in that small one.
Leroy: Looks like where about to have us some squirrel stew for dinner buddy.
Suddenly there's a ringing coming from the house, which startles the boys, and scares off there dinner, as the two squirelles scramble at the noise.
Leroy: What the hell is that noise brother.
Billy: Think it's that phone up there in the backroom
Leroy: Ain't here that thing ring in a big long while, though we were the only two folks out here in the swamps with one, so I don't know who would be calling us.
Billy: Well since your lazy bones still be sitting there I guess I'm bout to be the one to answer it.
Billy makes his way to the back room answearing the phone, and then coming back a few minutes later to talk to his brother.
Leroy: Well who was it buddy?
Billy: It was that fella from the ACW that we talked to last time we wrestled over at the VFW, said he wants us to come to New York City and fight some of the fellas up there.
Leroy: I don't know buddy we got a pretty good deal over at the VFW, they pay us pretty darn good to wrestle there.
Billy: I told him we were getting a sweet deal over at the VFW and he said he was going to offer something even better.
Leroy: Don't get much better than all you can drink Mountain Dew and Arbys coupons.
Billy: Old boy said he would pay us CASH MONEY to come wrestle up there.
Leroy: You don't say old brother.
Billy: Think it's bout time we start plannin our farewell party.
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Fade in to the ring:
Ashley Sparxxx: The following is a tag team contest and it is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 176lbs, RAIDEEEEEEEN BLAAAAAZE!
Raiden makes his way to the ring in his usual expansive manner, slapping every hand he encounters and interacting as much as possible with the fans.
Martin Mays: This young man, Raiden Blaze, coming down to the ring with his infectious energy...good to see someone who actually enjoys what they do!
Ashley Sparxxx: And already in the ring, the team of Zamil Zalik and Saladin, the Black Panthers!
Martin Mays: And the Black Panthers have not been giving your people a very good name, Ali, as they got destroyed by Bronko the other week, and reportedly have been missing appointments left and right!
Kareem Ali: Well, you see, Mays, they're trying to prove a point. They're trying to prove that they won't bend to the will of the white man...or woman!
Martin Mays: Well, they're not doing a very good job of it...
As the commentators debate the actions of Saladin and Zalik, Raiden asks for a microphone, which he is promptly given. Without wasting another beat, he turns to the crowd, all smiles as usual:
Raiden Blaze: WASSSSUUUUUUUPPPP, YONKERS!?
The usual massive pop follows these words, and Raiden stops to relish it, before ciontinuing:
Raiden Blaze: I'm a little bummed, 'cause I heard my partner won't be here...
The cheers turn to boos, as the crowd punishes Solomon White for his absence. Martin Mays is fittingly scathing:
Martin Mays: There's another person we haven't seen yet...apparently, he has more important business to attend to than his day job...
In the ring, Raiden continues his promo:
Raiden Blaze: It's all good, though...I'll just take on these two guys myself!
The crowd rewards this statement with another cheer, widening Raiden's smile:
Raiden Blaze: You'd like that, wouldn't you?*
Then, he calls out:
Raiden Blaze: Phoenix! Phoenix, if you're listening, could you make this a handicap match? That would be really cool!
He then turns to the screen, as a lull falls over the Arena. This is promptly broken, however, as the owner's face appears on the flatscreen, and is received with cheers:
Phoenix: Raiden...you want a handicap match? Want to prove yourself? Fine! So be it! This will now be a handicap match. Raiden Blaze against the Black Panthers!
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Raiden's smile is matched by the ovation of the crowd, as the young wrestler turns to the centre of the ring to face his opponents, who are still in the corner, conferencing. After a moment, the bell rings, and the match is under way!
As soon as the bell rings, both black men lunge at Raiden with a clothesline. The young wrestler sidesteps, then glances up at the crowd, puffing his cheeks and waving his hand as if to say “whoa, that was close!” The fans respond with a chuckle, which quickly turns to a gasp, as both Saladin and Zalik pin Raiden to the corner, the former with an arm across the promising young superstar’s throat. As Raiden struggles to break their hold, the two proceed to punish him with punches and kicks to the gut and legs, which only stop when the referee forces the pair to back away.
Raiden gratefully takes the chance to have a breather, but before long he is having to dodge a shoulder splash from Zamil Zalik. He puts a boot to the black man’s back, sending him down against the corner, then catches the incoming Saladin in a huge hip toss! As he stops to celebrate, overdramatically beating his chest, the two announcers comment on what just happened.
Martin Mays: Well, Kareem, out of respect to you, I don’t want to make any racist jokes, but…
Kareem Ali: Yeah, Mays, don’t. Just…don’t.
Martin Mays: But I may have spoken too soon, as Raiden Blaze is now in trouble! Inside cradle from Saladin!
ONE…
TW…
…and a kickout from Raiden Blaze!
However, the Black Panthers now have the upper hand, as Saladin punishes the young wrestler with chops, as the crowd counts. After a half dozen have landed, however, Raiden suddenly “hulks up” and lunges at Saladin, dodging under his fist to apply a release German suplex, to the delight of the crowd! Zalik, who is coming at Blaze from the corner, is then caught in a running bulldog!
Martin Mays: Look at Raiden Blaze! He is bringing it to his two opponents here, and the crowd are loving it!
Having felled Zalik, Raiden looks almost disbelievingly at his two fallen opponents, immediately mugging to the crowd with an O-face. Not losing any more time, he then goes to the top turnbuckle looking to apply The Last Drop! However, he is not quick enough, and Saladin stumbles over and yanks his leg down, causing Raiden to painfully smash his groin area against the turnbuckle.*
Kareem Ali: Ouch…! That’s GOTTA hurt!
Saladin goes up on the turnbuckle, as the crowd begins to quite vocally chant:
Crowd: LET’S GO RAIDEN! *
clap-clap clap-clap clap!*
As Saladin continues to apply punches to the young wrestler, he seems to respond to the crowd incentive, first twitching slightly and then outright pushing Saladin off the turnbuckle! The crowd give a huge cheer as the Black Panther topples back, and straight onto his partner, Zalik, who was coming to help! With the two men tangled on the floor, Blaze sees his chance and pulls off The Last Drop!
Martin Mays: This is it! Raiden could have it here! The cover!
ONE…
TWO…
Zalik breaks up the pin, as the crowd let out a huge, disappointed gasp. As the three men roll off each other, Raiden is first on his feet, going to the ropes and connecting with a running dropkick to Zalik! The Black Panther once again topples over his still-fallen soul brother, giving Blaze the perfect opportunity to apply a standing moonsault!
Martin Mays: Look at Raiden Blaze! He’s on fire here! Match THAT, PWA!
As the two black men roll around on the floor, the young ACW prodigy allows himself a moment to gloat, strutting around in a broad parody of a heel’s cocksure prance. The crowd once again cheers for the natural-born entertainer, but Raiden soon goes back to business, in time to catch Zalik, who has been whiplashed at him by Saladin, in a swinging neckbreaker! He then makes a beeline for the other Black Panther, catching him in a running enziguri which topples Saladin over the ropes and to the outside!*
Martin Mays: Whoa! An impactful move there by Raiden Blaze, and let’s see if he can capitalize!
Rather than bank on the fallen Saladin, however Blaze once again strides over to the opposite end of the ring, where Zalik is just starting to stir after the neckbreaker has worn out its effect. Coolly and confidently, the fan-favourite ACW babyface forces his opponent to his feet, only to set up his finishing move, the Paralyser!*
Martin Mays: Raiden Blaze, WITH AUTHORITY! The cover!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Ashley Sparxxx: Here is your winner, RAIDEEEEEENNNNN BLAAAAAAAZE!
The crowd explodes, as the young wrestler himself seems incredulous at his performance and the outcome!
Martin Mays: THAT was a dominant performance if ever I saw one! Raiden Blaze was up against the odds here, and he came out on top – and in style! This is what the ACW is made of, PWA! Take heed and take notice!
As the play-by-play announcer gushes and “Gorgeous Nightmare” by Escape The Fate continues to play, the camera closes in on Raiden’s ecstatic, grinning, flustered face, as the show cuts to commercial!
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We come back from commercial and, as the arena buzzes in anticipation of the next bout, the flat screen used for broadcasting backstage promos and segments suddenly lights up with a very familiar face. As the fans – particularly the females – erupt into a cheer, the camera pans on one young woman in particular, whose sign explicitly states “I DYKE OUT 4 JACQUI”, prompting a comment from the pay-per-view’s announcers:
Martin Mays: Well, that’s…explicit…
Kareem Ali: Whoa, baby! We may see some action here tonight!
Martin Mays: For now, though, it seems our resident female athlete has something to say…
The face on the screen is, indeed, none other than ACW’s feminine sensation Jacqui M, who seems to be broadcasting from the arena’s parking lot, and using a handheld camera, or maybe a mobile phone. As she walks, camera pointed at herself, she begins to address the audience in the stands:
Jacqui M: Hey guys, it’s Jacqui here, with a quick thought for you guys. So you know how I’m fighting li’l Aaron Ass-at-Risk tonight, right? The “zero percent luck, zero percent skill” dude?*
There’s a mixed reaction, with a large number of fans popping for Asterisk while others laugh at Jacqui’s quip. Obviously unaware of the reaction, the female wrestler continues:
Jacqui M: So anyway, when I was driving here, I started thinking…this dude is all about good grades, and gold stars, and straight A’s, right? Hell, he calls himself the “A-Star”! Pity he only got D’s in wrestling school though…
The almost off-handed way in which the blonde says this again draws chuckles from some fans, while others continue to boo her disrespect of an ACW superstar – a view shared by the announcers:
Kareem Ali: Well, this bitch could show a LITTLE respect for our ORIGINAL superstars…!
The figure on the TV screen, however, merely continues, now obviously entering the building itself;
Jacqui M: Anyway, with this dude’s fetish for school stuff, I thought I’d give him a little surprise…
At this point, Jacqui stops just outside a locker room, flashing viewers at home and in the arena with a mischievous smile, her tone now a pastiche of the stereotypical female seductress:
Jacqui M: Right now, though, I gotta sign off. After all, a girl needs her privacy to get dressed… And besides, it wouldn’t do to spoil the surprise fpr li’l Aaronkins, now would it?
ACW’s first female signing steps forward and prepares to cut the feed on whatever device she’s using. Before she signs off, however, she has one final warning:
Jacqui M: But watch out for me, Aaron darling…you’re gonna love it…
And with this, and a mockingly blown kiss, Jacqui M switches off the camera, and disappears from sight.
The feed cuts back to the darkened arena, where the fans are trying to come to grips with what they just s aw, as the commentators speculate:
Martin Mays: Our resident female superstar promising her opponent for tonight a “surprise”…I wonder what the surprise is, Ali!
Kareem Ali: Well, knowing our token chick, I don’t think it’s something Asterisk is going to particularly like. I mean, bitch is nasty! Hot as hell, but nasty!
Martin Mays: Either way, we will just have to wait and hopefully see what happens here, after this short break!
The show cuts to a commercial break at this point, but when the feed returns, the Arena is still disappointingly dark, the fans beginning to grow impatient, whistling and humming in anticipation. After no more than a moment, though, Jacqui’s trademark entrance package explodes on the PA speakers, and the fans are treated to Asterisk’s ‘surprise’. And what a surprise!
Martin Mays: OH MY GOD! OH. MY. GOD!
Kareem Ali: Whoa! She can have me in her class anytime!
Jacqui M has just stepped out onto the ring in full kinky-teacher garb. Her hair is done up in a bun, lens-less spectacles perch on her nose, and a tight pencil skirt reveals sexy legs. Her usual extreme-design t-shirt has been replaced, on this occasion, by a similarly tight and partially unbuttoned white dress shirt, and a standard stationery ruler taps ominously against the palm of her left hand. As she hears the male fans’ roaring approval, the blonde allows herself an uncharacteristic smug smile, before stepping into the ring and requesting a microphone. As soon as she has it, she signals for the fans to quiet down, in typical schoolteacher fashion:
Jacqui M: Now, now…class…let’s settle down! Settle down!
This command is heeded, with another arena-wide chuckle, and Jacqui smiles once more. Then, she continues:
Jacqui M: Now, Aaron Asterisk has been a very, VERY bad boy! Very bad!
The blonde shakes her head in mock disgust, as another amused pop emerges from the stands. Once that has quieted down, she resumes:
Jacqui M: And you know what happens to bad boys…they get F’s in their report cards, not “A-Stars”…*
Another brief pop, over which the superstar talks, again in her husky mock-reproachful and vaguely sexy tone:
Jacqui M: …and of course, they also get punished. So if Mr. Asterisk would come down here, maybe we could get this done sooner rather than later. None of us wants to spend any more time than necessary in detention, now do we?
And with that, ACW’s only female competitor turns towards the ramp, waiting to see if her opponent will answer her taunt.
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Jacqui Monroe VS Aaron Asterisk
Ashley Sparxxx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing already in the ring… Jacqueline Monroe! And her opponent.
The start of The Name by Fort Minor gets met by boos, as Aaron Asterisk comes out on to the stage. He smirks as he takes his position at the middle of the ramps edge. He ignores all the boos from the crowd before sliding into the ring, where he takes his flash jacket off and gives it to the stage hand, as his music stops. He continues staring at Jacqueline as he strokes his chin and smiles at her. Even giving her a wink.
Ashley Sparxxx: And her opponent weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds. Hailing from Boston Massachusetts. Ladies and gentlemen… this is Aaron Asterisk.
Kareem Ali: Damn that woman lookin hot.
Martin Mays: Obviously a clever way to cause a distraction to Asterisk and I think it is working.
Kareem Ali: He would be gay if it didn’t.
Martin Mays: Makes me want to get in the ring just to experience that.
Jacqueline lets the bun out of her hair and removes the glasses as the stage hand takes that as well as the ruler and the referee signals for the bell. Asterisk has not been able to take his eyes off of Monroe as her competitive demeanor has come full circle. Asterisk is still in fantasy land as he continues to gawk at her body easing closer. As they get closer to each other Monroe with still the look of intensity hits Asterisk with a forearm to the face. Before Asterisk can retaliate he is met with another forearm to the face, a third, fourth, a fifth, and even a sixth as Asterisk is backed against the ropes. While against the ropes Monroe starts unleashing knees into Asterisk’s midsection. Holding on to his shoulders she lifts her right knee repeatedly into his midsection. And after a few shots she whips him across the ring. As he rebounds off Monroe jumps into the air and her ankles tie up around Asterisk’s neck. She uses her weight and his momentum to flip him over to his back with an impressive head scissors. As Asterisk is laying on his back in the ring Monroe has not wasted a bit of motion yet as she rolls out under the ropes. She stands on the apron and takes hold of the rope and slingshots herself to the top rope and leaps off, with a flip in the air and lands back first against Asterisk’s midsection. As Asterisk clutches trying to catch his breath Monroe rolls him back over to his back and attempts the first pin attempt of the match.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
And a kickout by Asterisk as Monroe rolls off of Asterisk but clasps on to his ankle with her hands. She locks his ankle under her armpit and grapevines the leg in an attempt to hyperextend his knee as she continues to yank and pull as hard as she can and Asterisk is yelling out in pain.
Kareem Ali: Please tell me you caught all of that cause this woman is vicious right now. Looks like she really wants to avenge her loss last week.
Martin Mays: Yeah this is definitely a teacher on a mission looking to teach a hard lesson.
Kareem Ali: Really?
Martin Mays: Yes really.
Back in the ring Asterisk is using his strength over the much lighter Monroe as he is able to pull himself to the ropes causing the ref to try to break the hold. But since Monroe won’t willingly break the hold the ref begins the mandatory count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIV…
At the latest of seconds she lets go as Asterisk is clutching his right knee in obvious pain. But again Monroe will not let up as she grabs hold of the leg as they are against the ropes she props his ankle up on the bottom rope and holds it there with her foot. She takes hold of the rope and bounces up into the air and lands, butt first, on Asterisk’s knee. As she goes to do it again this time Asterisk has the presence of mind to lift his other leg up as she crotches against Asterisk’s shin.
Kareem Ali: Ouch.
Martin Mays: She don’t have balls but that had to hurt coming down with that much force on that bone. That’s a damn hard bone.
Kareem Ali: Did you just say she doesn’t have balls?
Martin Mays: Yeah.
Kareem Ali does an audible facepalm as Asterisk is able to catch his breath. Asterisk is starting to pull himself up to his feet but is still feeling the effects of the work that Monroe did to his knee. He gets himself up as Monroe is getting up. He grabs her by the hair and roughly pulls her up as he is rather intense looking right now as he stares at her with evil intent. The first thing he does is grab on to her head with both hands and delivers a vicious headbutt before placing one arm around her shoulder and another between her legs and flips her over his shoulder with a t-bone suplex. As she crashes against the mat he limps over there shaking out his right leg with each step trying to get full motion back. He lifts her back up roughly by the hair and pushes her into the corner. He raises his fist and start to hammer on her head repeatedly. Too fast for anybody to keep count with. As they continue to rain down on her she starts to slump in the corner and he goes down with her continuing to punch over and over at her. She is beat down into a seated position on the canvas. He grabs at her arm and pulls her up to her feet then pulls her towards him delivering a rough looking short arm clothesline. But he didn’t let go as he pulls her back up a second time and delivers a second clothesline. The force of the second clothesline flips her inside out as she lands flatly on her back.
Kareem Ali: And it looks like Monroe is about to get her ass whooped.
Martin Mays: Shame to see that outfit go to waste.
Asterisk acts like he is about to drop for a pin but pulls her head up before the ref can drop to deliver a one count. He shakes his head and pulls her up to her feet. Groggily Asterisk takes Monroe and whips her into the corner. He runs full speed and connects with his right knee to her jaw. He just pushes her out of the corner as she falls and rolls a couple of times. Asterisk pulls his way up to the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a moonsault and connects and sticking to the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…
Kickout by Monroe. But just barely as Asterisk gets up to his feet and is visibly upset. He pulls Monroe up and locks his forearm under her chin. He clutches his left bicep with the right arm and pulls as hard as he can.
Kareem Ali: He trying to choke her out!
Martin Mays: He got that thing in deep. She’ll be out in seconds if she doesn’t do something.
And as if on cue she drops causing Asterisk to drop and losing some of the grip on his arm and using that she gets her arms around him and locks her legs up with his legs and attempts a small package.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out with authority as Monroe lays on the mat seemingly completely out of breath as Asterisk is pissed and surprised that she still had something left. He stomps on her one good time before exiting the ring and climbing to the top rope. He looks down at her and leaps off rotating in the air for the 450!
Kareem Ali: ITS OVER!
Martin Mays: YES! NO!
The no was because Monroe managed to roll out of the way causing Asterisk to connect fully with the canvas. As both of them lay motionless the referee begins his mandatory 10 count. Around 6 you see both of them starting to stir. At the count of 8 Asterisk has made it to his feet whereas Monroe is up to her knees. Asterisk starts to scramble and gets to Monroe slowly and as he gets close enough Monroe quickly springs to her feet and delivers a superkick with authority that sends Asterisk down to the mat and Monroe falls back down.
Kareem Ali: Oh man… it has to be over.
Martin Mays: Only if she can make it over.
Monroe starts to stir and crawl and claws her way over to Asterisk and drapes her arm over his chest. And with that the crowd chants along.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
But… it wasn’t a three as it was a hair distance between the ref’s hand and the canvas as Asterisk was able to get his shoulder up. Monroe still pretty out of it starts to pull Asterisk up but Asterisk still has some left in him as well as he traps her arm and pulls her down in an armbar. From there he traps her arm between his legs, locks his hands around her head and yanks back as hard as he can… giving it absolutely everything that he has left in him.
Kareem Ali: These two have given it everything they possibly have.
Martin Mays: This has to be a last ditch effort cause… they both don’t seem to have much left.
And as Monroe struggles, Asterisk keeps it locked in very tight and yanks back more and more. But because of the sweat and fatigue Monroe is able to slide her head free. She manages to escape from Asterisk’s clutches and gets up to her feet and as Asterisk is… she connects with a kick to the midsection and then grabs his head and jumps. She connects with a huge facebuster.
Kareem Ali: Its over. It has to be over.
Martin Mays: This is it. That is her move.
As she starts to turn him over she is still a daze and pulls herself up to her feet. But as she looks around the screaming fans she sees a man. A giant of a man. And seeing him she starts to get irate and starts calling out at him. The giant man is none other than Bronko whom simply stands in the crowd watching. Asterisk managed to get up to his feet with the distraction and pulls Monroe’s head back and traps it under his arm. He then flips him and her over connecting with “Full Marks” (Cross-Rhodes) and immediately goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Kareem Ali: Holy shit what a match.
Martin Mays: You can say that again… but don’t.
Ashley Sparxxx: The winner of the match… Aaron Asterisk.
The ref reaches down and lifts Aaron’s hand as he is still worn from the exhausting match.
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Shortly after the end of her match with Aaron Asterisk, Jacqui M is seen walking the halls of the Yonkers arena, cackling out loud, rubbing her hands together and clearly pleased with herself. So expansive is her good mood that, when she walks by her new boss Phoenix, she calls out to her:
Jacqui M: DAMN! I had him! I really almost had him didn't I?
The ACW owner smiles:
Phoenix: You rattled him, at least. Well done.
Jacqui nods:
Jacqui M: Thanks.
Here, a long and uncomfortable silence falls between the two, each avoiding the other's eye and none wanting to say the words that are going through their head. Then, at lenght, ir is Jacqui who speaks and ends the moment:
Jacqui M: Well...I'll see you around?
Clearly relieved, Phoenix concurs:
Phoenix: Yeah, see ya.
Jacqui smiles briefly, finally catching her boss's eye:
Jacqui M: Bye...
And with that, the butch blonde turns to leave, the ACW owner's eyes lingering on her for a long moment as Phoenix mutters:
Phoenix: Bye...
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After the crowd calms down a little from that last match, we see Mays and Ali at the commentators table.
Martin Mays: It's truly been a crazy night here in the ACW.
Kareem Ali: And it's bound to get crazier, Martin.
Martin Mays: And right along with the theme, we have a video package that the front office was hesitant to broadcast to say the least.
Kareem Ali: Really? Weird? Violent?
Martin Ali: Well, not really sure about that, but the main reason given was that they had no idea who had left it. But Phoenix has given her permission for this to be aired. So, let's take a look.
The video package starts and we only hear a voice:
"Where am I going.. nobody knows.. I know that the words that define me.. drive me insane."
Images of destroyed houses flash across the screen.*
It switches to really low quality footage. The footage shows us just darkness. Pure nothing. A sound of a chair being dragged around the room is heard.
"We need light! Don't we?!?"
That is said by the same voice from the beginning.
Splashes are heard. A gloved hand lights a match and throws it onto the ground as the liquid gets on fire and the fire slowly starts spreading all over the house.
The man that lit up the match covers his face with gloved hands as he is heard anxiously laughing until he comes to the camera. He uncovers his face, but moves his head so fast that the only visible part of his face is now his mouth. His lips are dark black. His skin is blue.
Riddle me this.. riddle me that.. who started talking? Who is that? As my teeth loudly chew my own flesh they never bit, I laugh painfully, just to make you scared. Who am I is what I never found out, for my existence is limited as far as I remember, I feel imprisoned. Now I am here. I sit here in the furious flames, just to smell the smell of my own burning flesh, for that is my point of life. The sound and the loudness of your agonizing cry when I crush your bones into meaningful dust gives me a sick smile, darkness is my light, although I'm nameless, I heard them whisper "Macabre".. what you see now.. you may not see ever again..
The man whispers*"vis sum causa mortis!", as he turns the camera off.
The scene goes back to the commentators.
Kareem Ali: Is everybody goin' nuts around here? I mean, Drew Alexander has been making NO sense lately. We have a vampire on the roster and, then, there's this next match!
Martin Mays: Truly spoken, Ali. Zasalamel has been wreaking havoc all over the ACW since day one. Now, Abram Vance has shown up out of the dark ages of wrestling for one more pump at glory!
Kareem Ali: One more pump at some spending cash, the way I see it. This has-been doesn't take care of himself, doesn't seem to care for the roster or management and could give a shit about Kayfabe!
Martin Mays: Let's see what Zasalamel and Abram Vance have to say about tonight's match!
The video switches to a Zasalamel promo from earlier in the week:
Zasalamel: But for you Abram… for you I decided to do things differently. Because I can see the remorse, I can hear it as you are not looking forward to this encounter. But instead you wish for it to pass you over. You are wishing that this does not have to happen but I an very pleased to inform you that this must happen. That this will happen. If anything it is to show you where you are coming up short. Where it is that you must improve. Where it is that you must dig deep down inside of you and pull out all the stops. Because remember all your pains, all your scars on your body… only temporary. It is the ones that are embedded deep in your memory, deep in your mind will be the life changing ones. Those are the ones that will torment you and turn you into something as evil as me.
The feed segues into an interview Vance had also earlier in the week:
Vance: "So, my thoughts on Ronald McDonald?”
Courier (the interviewer) nods as an amused expression creeps onto her face. Vance pauses for a moment, attempting to collect his thoughts. He leans forward and begins to rant.
Vance: “First off, the gimmick is fuckin’ stupid. Clearly, Tits McGee’s doing. I get they need the “extreme monster” gimmick, but a clown ain’t goin’ to cut it. You’d think Tits woulda’ noticed how Doink flopped back in da’ WWF.”
Vance: “I haven’t met the guy who plays him yet, but I can only imagine how desperate the fucker is. He was probably a lower level no namer that wanted a shot at the big time, so he took on the stupid gimmick. Huge mistake.”
The feed cuts telling the viewer that it had been edited.
Vance: “”Lisa, ya’ gotta’ realize that this isn’t hardcore. ACW markets itself as “extreme” and “adult-oriented”, but it’s not. Phoenix’s definition of ‘hardcore’ is a few spots with chairs and a table, and that’s it. Zasalamel hasn’t done his dues in the Indies. I’ve been hit with light tubes, chairs, barbed wire, fire, staples. Ya’ fucking name it, and someone has beat the shit out of me with it."
Vance throws his arms up in frustration as he gets himself worked up. He gestures aggressively and continues his rant.
Vance: "Ya' know what the clown's been doing?"
Lisa shrugs her shoulders, clueless.
Vance: "Playin’ with face paint and blood capsules, so (Sarcastically) yeah, TERRIFIED.”
The video feed ends and goes back to the commentators:
Kareem Ali: Whoa! Not a fan of each other apparently. And, seeing as Abrams isn't big on KAYFABE, ya gotta believe he's speaking from what's left of his heart.
Martin Mays: And with them in a street fight next, I'm sure things are gonna get bloody!
Aerosmith Back In The Saddle Lyrics - YouTube
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ABRAM VANCE VS ZASALAMEL
Suddenly, BACK IN THE SADDLE by Aerosmith plays and a portion of the crowd begins rooting and throwing up signs!
ABRAM VANCE FOR PRESIDENT!
KICK HIS ASS, VANCE!!
BLOOD, SWEAT AND VANCE!
Kareem Ali: Looks the old marks are here!
The camera follows Vance as he exits the back and comes out to a moderate pop. He has a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of Jack in the other.
Martin Mays: Well, there's your role model right there!
Kareem Ali: Never claimed to be your hero, Mays. He just wrestles and wrestles well!
After putting the cig out on the stage, Vance walks leisurely down to the ring dressed in his torn jeans and a wrinkled shirt slapping hands with the crowd. From behind, Zasalamel appears with a steel chair and nails him in the side of the head. Abram drops the bottle of Jack (which doesn't break) and goes down hard to the steel ramp! Zasalamel begins to tenderize Vance with the chair while yelling!
Zasalamel: I'm I over yet, Vance? Huh?
The sick clown hits the older competitor across the back of the head with the chair again.
Zasalamel: What? Vance, I can't hear you! Maybe I'm OVER now!?!?!!
Martin Mays: For God's sake, let the man get to the ring!
Kareem Ali: What do you expect? It's a street fight! No real rules!
The referee can be seen calling for the opening bell and the Steet Fight begins!
Zasalamel throws the chair and begins slapping Vance across the back of the head.
Zasalamel: Come on, Vance!! Wake up!
The clown goes to pick him up and, as he turns Abram over, the old veteran catches him with a solid fist to the privates! Zas's eyes get big as saucers as he grabs the barricade to brace himself.
Kareem Ali: Well, one thing for sure! The clown's got balls!
Martin Mays: Oh, dear lord!
Vance, using the barricade to get some lift, hits Zas with a kick to the clown's knee! Zasalamel goes down in pain as Vance stalks him. The wily wrestler then picks up the bottle of Jack and finishes it off, wipes his lips and looks down at the clown with a wicked grin.
Martin Mays: No! Don't do it, Vance!!
Kareem Ali: You have no idea what hardcore really is, do you?
The crowd chants: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!
Zasalamel grabs Vance by the dirty, wrinkled shirt and tries to pull up. Abrams grabs the clown, holds him out and smashes the bottle all over Zas's head! Before the clown hit the floor, Vance grabs Zas and flips him in an old fashion suplex to the floor! Both men lay on the ground for a while, feeling the damage from the attacks. Both begin to pull themselves up, Zas on the apron and Vance on the barricade. As the sick clown turns, Vance gets a running start and spear/rams him into the ring steps!
The crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Martin Mays: That's gotta hurt!
Zas is on his back and Vance is on all fours, reaching up under the ring. As the crowd gets louder, Abrams pulls out a table.
The crowd: TABLE! TABLE! TABLE!
Vance puts the table together as Zasalamel comes to life. The clown catches Abrams across the side of his head with a double ax-handle and follows him down to the floor and puts the fist to him. As Zas gets up, we see that he has pulled a chain out of his tights and is wrapping it around his right fist! Vance gives the clown a shot to the gut and pushes him away. Abrams teeters around, catching himself again on the table. Zas, still with the chain around his fist, runs up the steel steps and launches into a falling fist! He catches Abrams across the temple and follows through, crashing Vance through the table!!
The crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Kareem Ali: I wonder if it's gotten hardcore enough for Abrams, yet?
Martin Mays: I don't think it can get hardcore enough for either of these men. They are warped in the head!
Both men are still writhing on the ground in pain. Vance is bleed from the forehead and his blonde hair is stained red!
Martin Mays: Neither man has been in the ring yet!
Kareem Ali: Well, the referee is stalking these two pretty close. I bet, although nobody publicized it, this is a falls count anywhere kinda match!
Zasalamel is up and Vance is on his knees. The distrubed clown climbs the ring steps and crosses into the ring. As he climbs the turnbuckle, the crowd noise gets deafening!
Martin Mays: What is that stupid clown doing? He isn't a high flyer!??!
Zasalamel sizes Vance up and launches into an awkward aerial cross body block! Abrams catches the clown and uses his own momentum to swing him hard to the floor!! After a short while, Vance gets up and rests against the apron while Zas feels the pain.
Martin Mays: YES! It is common for most street fights to be like no holds barred matches and the opponents can be pinned anywhere.
Kareem Ali: You just googled that didn't you?
Martin Mays: NO....Wikipedia...
Vance, suddenly, catches Zasalamel from behind and locks in the camel clutch!
Martin Mays: Oh, no! Abrams has the clutch locked in and there is nothing to say Zasalamel now!
Zasalamel is flailing around trying to slap Vance who just leans back and puts on more pressure. The referee is there for the tap out, but the clown will not give.
Kareem Ali: Vance will have to tear his head off to win. That clown is NOT going to tap!
As Zasalamel is flailing, his had goes under the ring apron several times. One of those times, it comes out holding a two by four! Once the clown gets two hands on the board (breaking free), Zasalamel nails Vance in the head!! The already bloody Abrams drops back as Zas tries to get his bearings! Zas's arm is bleeding.
Martin Mays: Looks like the clown may have cut his arm on the table earlier!
Zasalamel gets to his feet, still a little unsure, and lifts the two by four up in the air. The crowd noise rises with the board! Vance is backing away; looking for an escape route. As Zasalamel comes in for the kill, Vance drops him with a drop toe hold into a cross face!
Kareem Ali: Another submission! Doesn't he ever learn?
Martin Mays: well, he IS wearing his opponent down!
After the clown seems to be almost out, Vance lets go and stands up. He looks out at the crowd and they give him some love! With a smile and a wave, Abrams backs up the corner turnbuckle. As Zasalamel finally gets up, Vance hits him with a devastating SUPER KICK!!! Zas drops hard and Abrams walks slowly over and stands above him looking down at him; hair all in his face.
Vance Abrams: NOW, you're over...
Vance drops for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
TH...kickout!!
Martin Mays: NO, WAY!! How did he do that?
Zasalamel is now flailing around trying to buy himself time to get up, but Vance will not let him rest. After a few kicks to the ribs, Abrams climbs quickly (relatively) up into the ring and to the top of the turnbuckle. Balancing himself on the top rope, Vance launches into an incredible (yet shakey) Moonsault! Nailing Zasalamel, he goes for the pin again!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Vance sits back against the ring apron and rests while we can see Zasalamel looking at the ceiling in disbelief.
Martin Mays: Vance has done the impossible! He has taken the demented clown to task and survived to fight another day!!
The referee tries to help Abrams up and lift his hand, but the bloody wrestler pulls away and wanders wearily up the ramp! As the crowd gives him an ovation, Vance turns to the crowd and raises his arm in triumph. Holding his ribs, he leans against the barricade. Zasalamel is last seen sitting against the barricade breathing heavily and telling the trainer to GO TO HELL!
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The fans scream in anticipation for the next match. When suddenly the lights all shut down a resounding thunk throughout the arena. Camera flash light up the place fans cheering. A low sound almost like thunder or a stampede fills the arena. The screens all flash an image.
And then it’s gone.
The pyros go off and the crowd is hyped as the iPPV streams worldwide.
Martin Mays: Hello and welcome to OVERDRIVE! I am Martin Mays, the commentator in the know.
Kareem Ali: Hey! I'm in the know too and I'm Kareem Ali!
Martin Mays; Man, have we got a show for you tonight! So, without wasting any of your valuable viewing enjoyment with playful banter, let's get this thing started!
Kareem Ali: Whew! I thought he'd NEVER shut up!!
Ashley Sparxxx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...introducing first...
Redeemer - marilyn manson - YouTube
Before the attractive ring announcer can go any further, however, the post-pyro silence of the Yonkers Arena is shattered by the first few bars of "Redeemer", by Marylin Manson. As the lights dim and an eerie red mist begins to seep from near the entrance, the vampiric being known as Heath Venomous emerges through the curtain, carrying what appear to be two bundles over each of his shoulders.
Martin Mays: What is this? What...?*
Kareem Ali: Heath Venomous, the powerhouse who claims he's a *vampire*, coming out here unnanounced and...what is that over his shoulders?
Martin Mays: I'm not sure I want to find out, Ali. This guy gives me the creeps!
As the two commentators continue to trade banter, Heath Venomous climbs up the steel steps, entering the ring, and cooly drops his two burdens on the canvas. It is only then that the audience sees what his loads truly are...
Martin Mays: Oh my goodness! That's Andrew Sanders! And Alex Styles! What is going on here!?
Before Kareem Ali can offer his view on the subject, however, Venomous takes a microphone from a stage hand and looks up at the stands cooly. After a moment, without lowering his gaze, he nods contemptuously towards Sanders and begins to talk:
Heath Venomous: This one tried to run. And that one...I found asleep in his locker room. This is the standard of competition I am given. But then again, who can blame them? They are but human. And, as such, they have human flaws, such as cowardice or sloth. But me? I am not human. I belong to the superior race. And my kind do not run from battles, and do not succumb to sloth or weariness.
The vampire shoots another disgusted look at his would-be opponents, before continuing:
Heath Venomous: Do you recall the point I made about inevitability? Well, this is partly what I meant. It was an inevitability that these two, and others like them, should fear me, and seek to avoid conflict with me. As it is an inevitability that I shall defeat them, one and all.
As the vampire speaks, pacing around in the ring with his back turned to his opponents, Sanders has slowly begun to regain consciousness, and crawls over to Venomous, clearly seeking to apply some sort of low-blow. Before he can do so, however, the vampire turns around, having sensed it, and his anger flares. He picks Sanders up by the hair and throws him against the opposite ropes. The supposed hardcore legend tries to come back with a clothesline, but Venomous coolly sidesteps and applies a borderline insolent drop toe hold.
Kareem Ali: Well, our resident fantasy character seemingly not too impressed with the standard of his opposition, and letting it show here!
Martin Mays: That is borderline insulting to someone with Sanders' credentials!
Kareem Ali: Which of the Sanderses would that be, Martin?
As the announcers discuss, Venomous continues to punish Sanders in the ring, and now has him in a seemingly painful bearhug. The supposed hardcore legend thrashes to break loose, but the vampire's embrace is too strong, and soon the hand comes down a third time, lifeless. As the referee goes to ring the bell, however, Venomous stops him. He walks over to the corner, drops Sanders's lifeless body next to the still unconscious Styles, who hasn't stirred the entire time and seems out cold. Then, he nonchalantly places a foot atop each of his opponents, and beckons the referee over for the three-count.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
And Heath Venomous has made his dominant presence known in the ACW ring once again!
And as he stands victorious over his two opponents, the vampire orders the stage hands to cut the music, requests a microphone, and says a single word:
Heath Venomous: Inevitability...
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The cameras cut to back stage as a beautiful brunette is seen walking with the towering Zack Bronko.
Lady: Well, I just think we need to cool it with Sanders until he figures out who the hell he is! I mean, who knows what to expect out of him.
Bronko: Right, couldn't agree more. I mean, the Lunatics are volitale, but on board.
Lady: And Darren is in.
Bronko: But what about Jack?
Lady: He won't return my calls if that tells you anything.
Bronko: Billy Young is all in! He's easily the most loyal.
Lady: That leaves us with one...loose....end
The cameras pan as the Lady slows her pace a bit and begins to stare forward. Appearing in front of Bronko and the beauty is non other than new ACW acquisition Jacqui Monroe!!
Lady: Jacquiline.
Jacqui: 'Ressa
Lady: Been a little testy on Twitter this week haven't we?
Jacqui: Been a raging bitch everywhere, I hear...
The lady rolls her eyes and Bronko steps up.
Bronko: Listen, Claressa's went through a lot of trouble to get you here and make this work for ALL of us. SO, why don't you just drop the attitude and get with the gameplan!?!
Jacqui stares as Zack pokes her chest with his finger.
Jacqui: Why don't you take that big finger of yours and shove it up your ass!?
Zack looks ready to fight, but Claressa steps in.
Claressa: Let's keep cool heads here, ok? Tonight is the night that it all goes down. I want to know that you're there, backing the PWA up when it counts.
Jacqui steps up right in Claressa's face: Cool heads huh? Well, how about you take your 'cool head' and stick that up with Zack's big ole finger!! Cause I've never liked you 'Ressa and I don't trust you and I don't like what you're doing with Vych at all. This is all wrong.
Claressa is breathing so hard her breasts are heaving and Bronko is cracking his knuckles; getting ready.
Jacqui: Besides, Phoenix is alright. I think she's doin' just fine here. SO why don't you just go home and leave ACW alone!!
The fiery female stomps off; leaving Claressa and Bronko standing.
Bronko: You want me to go after her?
Claressa smiles: NO. Not YET.
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Billy Young vs. Henry Calvash vs. Nicky Trix
Ashley Sparxx: The following contest is a triple threat scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit!
Papa Roach’s “Last Resort” bursts through the P.A. system as the arena goes dark. As the lead guitar hits, an omniscient blue light glows, lighting up the arena. Young bursts out from behind the curtain, raising heat with the crowd.
Ashley Sparxxx: Hailing from Vancouver, Canada, weighing in at 210 lbs., Billy Young!”
Young stands at the top of the ramp, and drops his black silk robe, as a shower of silver sparks shoots up from behind him. Young smiles at the crowd, who harass him with boos, as he makes his way down to the ring. Once in the ring, Young stands on a turn buckle and brushes his hand through his hair. Young takes one last look through the crowd, hops down, and awaits his opponents.
Martin Mays: “Young is looking quite cocky despite his attack on Trix and Calvash last week. You’d think he’d be a bit worried.”
Kareem Ali: “If he kicked their asses last week, he can do it again this week. Why worry?”
Ashley Sparxxx: “Introducing next, from Calgary Alberta, Canada, he is Henry ‘The Canadian Destroyer’ Calvash!”
“Light It Up” hits and some spotlights swirl around the arena. 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.
Martin Mays: “Calvash looks pumped.”
Kareem Ali: “Wouldn’t you be, dawg? The guy couldn’t get a clean victory over the pretty boy posing in the ring and lost to Trix last week who’s half his size. He means business!”
He then marches down to the ring like a man on a mission, sliding into the ring and quickly hopping to his feet. Calvash wastes no time and charges directly at Young, looking to get revenge for the surprise attack last week. Calvash extends his leg outwards and drives his foot directly into Young’s chest. Billy is thrown back into the turnbuckle, wincing in pain from the quick Big Boot. Henry gives Young no time to recover by immediately sending him hurtling towards the ropes as “Ignition” by Toby Mac sounds over the P.A. A massive pop breaks out in the arena as Trix sprints down the ramp!
Ashley Sparxxx: “And introducing the final competitor, weighing in at 180 pounds, Nicky Trix!
As Trix nears the ring, Young bounces back off the ropes, and Calvash quickly wraps his arms around his waist and delivers a brutal release Belly to Belly Suplex. Billy is sent hurtling into the corner and his back slams violently against the lower turnbuckle. He slips out of the ring, clearly in pain, as Hank watches with a sadistic smile on his face.
Martin Mays: “Nicky Trix has arrived!”
As Mays announces that, Trix jumps onto the apron and grabs onto the top rope. He pulls himself over the top and hurls his body towards Calvash, angling for a springboard crossbody. Henry turns towards him quickly and catches the high flyer, stifling the impact of the crossbody. Trix wiggles in and attempt to escape the big man’s hold, but Calvash reverses into a brutal spinning side slam. Trix literally bounces off the mat from the impact, and Calvash drops to the mat for the quick pin.
Kareem Ali: “Look at the little guy! Not even a minute in, and he got absolutely destroyed! So pathetic.”
One…
Two…
Trix manages to get a shoulder up, earning a huge pop from the crowd. A furious Calvash looks at the ref and shakes his head in disgust. He grabs Trix by his hair and drags the smaller guy to his feet. Nicky quickly catches him off guard with two brutal kicks to the knees. Taking advantage of the brief disorientation, Trix grabs Calvash’s head and drives it downwards onto his knees, nailing a brutal double knee facebreaker. Henry stumbles backwards into the ropes, grasping at his bandaged nose. Trix sprints to the nearby turnbuckle and skillfully leapfrops to the top rope. He calls for Calvash to face him, getting the crowd worked up, and prepares for an aerial assault. Henry shakes his head, attempting to ‘shake off’ the pain and strategically drives the full weight of his body into the top rope, causing Trix to lose his footing. He lands on the top turnbuckle and sits perched, somewhat defenselessly, as a hulking Calvash approaches. Henry immediately delivers a brutal fist to the face, nearly knocking Trix off the ropes to the outside. Nicky shakes off the blow and manages to respond with a quick kick to the face. Calvash grabs at his face again, and Nicky attempts to pull himself back to his feet. Unfortunately, Henry beats him to the punch and brutally shoves Trix out of the ring. Nicky falls a good eight feet before slamming into the hard mats on the outside.
Martin Mays: That was a brutal landing! He might need help.”
Calvash relaxes, relishing in his destruction, but quickly turns as he hears scurrying behind him. A refreshed Young awaits him and moves in for a spinebuster. He lifts the big man off the ground and drives his spine into the mat with a resounding thud! A demolished Calvash groans loudly in pain but forces himself to his feet. Young wastes no time and immediately lunges towards his opponent. He extends his leg towards his chin, looking to put him away with a Super Kick. Henry manages to catch Billy’s foot and shoves it aside. As Young gets oriented, Calvash locks his arm around his back and lifts him off the ground. He drops him on the top of his back nailing a backbreaker and takes off for the ropes as Young pulls himself to his feet, grasping at his back. Billy sees the behemoth charging at him and detects what’s coming. He slides onto the mat under Calvash’s rising foot, avoiding his second Big Boot of the night. Henry turns to face him and gets ripped down to the mat as Billy goes for a small package!
One…
Two…
Kareem Ali: “Near kick out for the big guy!”
Young slams his fist down in frustration and points an admonishing finger at the ref. He drags Calvash to his knees, looking to continue with the assault, but Henry delivers a brutal elbow to Billy’s abdomen. Young hunches over in pain, and Calvash capitalizes on the opportunity. He hooks his arms and signals for the Calvash Slam, causing a wave of boos to sound in the arena. He rolls Young upwards and prepares to bring him downward to finish off the tiger bomb, but Billy slips down Calvash’s back, escaping the deadly finisher!
Martin Mays: “Great reversal there by Young!”
A shocked Henry turns to face Young and is greeted by a boot in his face as Billy executes a brutal super kick, causing a small trickle of blood to flow under Henry’s bandages. Calvash hits the mat as Young approaches the turnbuckle, still grasping at his back. He climbs to the top and taunts the crowd, rubbing his hands across his abs. A massive heat breaks out through the arena!
Martin Mays: “This guy is so full of himself. It’s sickening!”
Kareem Ali: “Don’t be jealous, whitey…”
Young playfully slaps his PWA tattoo, intensifying the heat, before leaping off the top rope and flipping through the air. Billy lands directly on Calvash’s torso nailing a debilitating Young and Restless. He quickly hooks the leg.
One…
Two..
Thr..
Martin Mays: “Trix breaks it up out of nowhere!”
Trix’s legs slams into Young’s back as he nails a picture perfect springboard leg drop, saving the match. Trix signals for Young to get his feet, looking to extract his revenge for the surprise attack at the last show. Out of nowhere, Billy jolts to his feet and charges towards Trix. He drives his shoulder and the full weight of his body into Nicky’s abdomen and drives him into the mat with a Spear. Trix writhes in agony and grabs onto the bottom rope for support as Young rolls the dazed Calvash into the corner. Nicky uses the rope to pull himself to his feet, and Billy scoops him up into a standing fireman’s carry. The fans break out into a chorus of boo’s as Young screams out “PWA”. Before he can execute the Go 2 Sleep, Trix takes a page out of Young’s book and rolls off his back. Nicky leans against the rope for support as Young turns towards him and charges. Trix bends forward and uses his back to toss Billy over the top rope. Young manages to grab the top rope and lands on the apron, but before he can even get orientated, Trix is flipping backwards and drives his foot into the back of his head, nailing a Pele Kick. Young tumbles to the outside, and Trix sprints to the opposite ropes. As he turns towards them, a recovered Calvash greets him in the center of the ring. Nevertheless, Nicky continues his charge and ducks Henry’s attempted clothesline. He leaps towards the ropes and springboards off the second rope, flipping backwards through the air. He catches Calvash by the neck and drives him into the mat, finishing his springboard moonsault DDT. Calvash writhes in pain in the center of the ring as Trix shoots a glance towards the downed Young. Henry pulls himself to his feet and is greeted by a familiar high knee directly to the face! Calvash collapses in the center of the ring as the blood flow from his nose accelerates. Trix takes off for the turnbuckle, looking to finish the match.
Martin Mays: “He’s setting up for the What Goes Up!”
Kareem Ali: “Slow your roll, bro.”
Young jumps onto the apron and grabs Trix’s right foot. The pop in the arena slowly dies off as Billy tugs at Nicky’s leg. Trix manages to wiggle his leg free and drives it into Billy’s chest. Young stumbles backwards onto the turnbuckle, and Trix leaps towards. He drives both of his feet into Young’s chest, sending him flailing to the mats below. Nicky shakes off the blow and checks to make sure Calvash is down. Nodding in approval, he re-scales the turnbuckles causing a massive pop to break out in the crowd. Without wasting another second, Trix throws himself off the rope and flips through the air. He crashes down on Calvash’s abdomen and nails a What Goes Up!
Kareem Ali: “Is this midget gonna’ pull it out again?”
An exhausted Trix hooks the leg!
One….
Two….
Three!
Bell: Ding… Ding… Ding
Ashley Sparxxx: “The winner of this match, Nicky Trix!”
Winner in 8:58: Nicky Trix
Trix sits up in the ring as the pop in the arena continues to rage on loudly. The referee pulls him to his feet and raises his hand in his victory as he exchanges a glance with the recovering Young on the outside.
Martin Mays: “It looks like the ACW talent got the best of PWA’s Billy Young tonight!”[/QUOTE]
Camera shows Young holding his ribs and scowling at the young superstar as we fad to commercial.
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The scene opens deep in the swamps of Louisianan. Setting on there front porch both in rocking chairs, with guns in hand are Billy and Leroy Bradley.
Billy: Boy, I'll tell you what I'm hungry as hell right about now.
Leroy: I hear you buddy, been sitting out here for half the day and we ain't seen no squirrels, no rabbits, no nuthin.
Billy: Bout time we get in the truck and head on into the town and get us some Arbys.
Leroy: Boy, you know the Arbys ain't open on no dawg gone Sunday, ain't nothin open in town today.
Billy: Look up there in the tree, one over in that big one and another over there in that small one.
Leroy: Looks like where about to have us some squirrel stew for dinner buddy.
Suddenly there's a ringing coming from the house, which startles the boys, and scares off there dinner, as the two squirelles scramble at the noise.
Leroy: What the hell is that noise brother.
Billy: Think it's that phone up there in the backroom
Leroy: Ain't here that thing ring in a big long while, though we were the only two folks out here in the swamps with one, so I don't know who would be calling us.
Billy: Well since your lazy bones still be sitting there I guess I'm bout to be the one to answer it.
Billy makes his way to the back room answearing the phone, and then coming back a few minutes later to talk to his brother.
Leroy: Well who was it buddy?
Billy: It was that fella from the ACW that we talked to last time we wrestled over at the VFW, said he wants us to come to New York City and fight some of the fellas up there.
Leroy: I don't know buddy we got a pretty good deal over at the VFW, they pay us pretty darn good to wrestle there.
Billy: I told him we were getting a sweet deal over at the VFW and he said he was going to offer something even better.
Leroy: Don't get much better than all you can drink Mountain Dew and Arbys coupons.
Billy: Old boy said he would pay us CASH MONEY to come wrestle up there.
Leroy: You don't say old brother.
Billy: Think it's bout time we start plannin our farewell party.
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Fade in to the ring:
Ashley Sparxxx: The following is a tag team contest and it is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 176lbs, RAIDEEEEEEEN BLAAAAAZE!
Raiden makes his way to the ring in his usual expansive manner, slapping every hand he encounters and interacting as much as possible with the fans.
Martin Mays: This young man, Raiden Blaze, coming down to the ring with his infectious energy...good to see someone who actually enjoys what they do!
Ashley Sparxxx: And already in the ring, the team of Zamil Zalik and Saladin, the Black Panthers!
Martin Mays: And the Black Panthers have not been giving your people a very good name, Ali, as they got destroyed by Bronko the other week, and reportedly have been missing appointments left and right!
Kareem Ali: Well, you see, Mays, they're trying to prove a point. They're trying to prove that they won't bend to the will of the white man...or woman!
Martin Mays: Well, they're not doing a very good job of it...
As the commentators debate the actions of Saladin and Zalik, Raiden asks for a microphone, which he is promptly given. Without wasting another beat, he turns to the crowd, all smiles as usual:
Raiden Blaze: WASSSSUUUUUUUPPPP, YONKERS!?
The usual massive pop follows these words, and Raiden stops to relish it, before ciontinuing:
Raiden Blaze: I'm a little bummed, 'cause I heard my partner won't be here...
The cheers turn to boos, as the crowd punishes Solomon White for his absence. Martin Mays is fittingly scathing:
Martin Mays: There's another person we haven't seen yet...apparently, he has more important business to attend to than his day job...
In the ring, Raiden continues his promo:
Raiden Blaze: It's all good, though...I'll just take on these two guys myself!
The crowd rewards this statement with another cheer, widening Raiden's smile:
Raiden Blaze: You'd like that, wouldn't you?*
Then, he calls out:
Raiden Blaze: Phoenix! Phoenix, if you're listening, could you make this a handicap match? That would be really cool!
He then turns to the screen, as a lull falls over the Arena. This is promptly broken, however, as the owner's face appears on the flatscreen, and is received with cheers:
Phoenix: Raiden...you want a handicap match? Want to prove yourself? Fine! So be it! This will now be a handicap match. Raiden Blaze against the Black Panthers!
Raiden's smile is matched by the ovation of the crowd, as the young wrestler turns to the centre of the ring to face his opponents, who are still in the corner, conferencing. After a moment, the bell rings, and the match is under way!
As soon as the bell rings, both black men lunge at Raiden with a clothesline. The young wrestler sidesteps, then glances up at the crowd, puffing his cheeks and waving his hand as if to say “whoa, that was close!” The fans respond with a chuckle, which quickly turns to a gasp, as both Saladin and Zalik pin Raiden to the corner, the former with an arm across the promising young superstar’s throat. As Raiden struggles to break their hold, the two proceed to punish him with punches and kicks to the gut and legs, which only stop when the referee forces the pair to back away.
Raiden gratefully takes the chance to have a breather, but before long he is having to dodge a shoulder splash from Zamil Zalik. He puts a boot to the black man’s back, sending him down against the corner, then catches the incoming Saladin in a huge hip toss! As he stops to celebrate, overdramatically beating his chest, the two announcers comment on what just happened.
Martin Mays: Well, Kareem, out of respect to you, I don’t want to make any racist jokes, but…
Kareem Ali: Yeah, Mays, don’t. Just…don’t.
Martin Mays: But I may have spoken too soon, as Raiden Blaze is now in trouble! Inside cradle from Saladin!
ONE…
TW…
…and a kickout from Raiden Blaze!
However, the Black Panthers now have the upper hand, as Saladin punishes the young wrestler with chops, as the crowd counts. After a half dozen have landed, however, Raiden suddenly “hulks up” and lunges at Saladin, dodging under his fist to apply a release German suplex, to the delight of the crowd! Zalik, who is coming at Blaze from the corner, is then caught in a running bulldog!
Martin Mays: Look at Raiden Blaze! He is bringing it to his two opponents here, and the crowd are loving it!
Having felled Zalik, Raiden looks almost disbelievingly at his two fallen opponents, immediately mugging to the crowd with an O-face. Not losing any more time, he then goes to the top turnbuckle looking to apply The Last Drop! However, he is not quick enough, and Saladin stumbles over and yanks his leg down, causing Raiden to painfully smash his groin area against the turnbuckle.*
Kareem Ali: Ouch…! That’s GOTTA hurt!
Saladin goes up on the turnbuckle, as the crowd begins to quite vocally chant:
Crowd: LET’S GO RAIDEN! *
clap-clap clap-clap clap!*
As Saladin continues to apply punches to the young wrestler, he seems to respond to the crowd incentive, first twitching slightly and then outright pushing Saladin off the turnbuckle! The crowd give a huge cheer as the Black Panther topples back, and straight onto his partner, Zalik, who was coming to help! With the two men tangled on the floor, Blaze sees his chance and pulls off The Last Drop!
Martin Mays: This is it! Raiden could have it here! The cover!
ONE…
TWO…
Zalik breaks up the pin, as the crowd let out a huge, disappointed gasp. As the three men roll off each other, Raiden is first on his feet, going to the ropes and connecting with a running dropkick to Zalik! The Black Panther once again topples over his still-fallen soul brother, giving Blaze the perfect opportunity to apply a standing moonsault!
Martin Mays: Look at Raiden Blaze! He’s on fire here! Match THAT, PWA!
As the two black men roll around on the floor, the young ACW prodigy allows himself a moment to gloat, strutting around in a broad parody of a heel’s cocksure prance. The crowd once again cheers for the natural-born entertainer, but Raiden soon goes back to business, in time to catch Zalik, who has been whiplashed at him by Saladin, in a swinging neckbreaker! He then makes a beeline for the other Black Panther, catching him in a running enziguri which topples Saladin over the ropes and to the outside!*
Martin Mays: Whoa! An impactful move there by Raiden Blaze, and let’s see if he can capitalize!
Rather than bank on the fallen Saladin, however Blaze once again strides over to the opposite end of the ring, where Zalik is just starting to stir after the neckbreaker has worn out its effect. Coolly and confidently, the fan-favourite ACW babyface forces his opponent to his feet, only to set up his finishing move, the Paralyser!*
Martin Mays: Raiden Blaze, WITH AUTHORITY! The cover!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Ashley Sparxxx: Here is your winner, RAIDEEEEEENNNNN BLAAAAAAAZE!
The crowd explodes, as the young wrestler himself seems incredulous at his performance and the outcome!
Martin Mays: THAT was a dominant performance if ever I saw one! Raiden Blaze was up against the odds here, and he came out on top – and in style! This is what the ACW is made of, PWA! Take heed and take notice!
As the play-by-play announcer gushes and “Gorgeous Nightmare” by Escape The Fate continues to play, the camera closes in on Raiden’s ecstatic, grinning, flustered face, as the show cuts to commercial!
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We come back from commercial and, as the arena buzzes in anticipation of the next bout, the flat screen used for broadcasting backstage promos and segments suddenly lights up with a very familiar face. As the fans – particularly the females – erupt into a cheer, the camera pans on one young woman in particular, whose sign explicitly states “I DYKE OUT 4 JACQUI”, prompting a comment from the pay-per-view’s announcers:
Martin Mays: Well, that’s…explicit…
Kareem Ali: Whoa, baby! We may see some action here tonight!
Martin Mays: For now, though, it seems our resident female athlete has something to say…
The face on the screen is, indeed, none other than ACW’s feminine sensation Jacqui M, who seems to be broadcasting from the arena’s parking lot, and using a handheld camera, or maybe a mobile phone. As she walks, camera pointed at herself, she begins to address the audience in the stands:
Jacqui M: Hey guys, it’s Jacqui here, with a quick thought for you guys. So you know how I’m fighting li’l Aaron Ass-at-Risk tonight, right? The “zero percent luck, zero percent skill” dude?*
There’s a mixed reaction, with a large number of fans popping for Asterisk while others laugh at Jacqui’s quip. Obviously unaware of the reaction, the female wrestler continues:
Jacqui M: So anyway, when I was driving here, I started thinking…this dude is all about good grades, and gold stars, and straight A’s, right? Hell, he calls himself the “A-Star”! Pity he only got D’s in wrestling school though…
The almost off-handed way in which the blonde says this again draws chuckles from some fans, while others continue to boo her disrespect of an ACW superstar – a view shared by the announcers:
Kareem Ali: Well, this bitch could show a LITTLE respect for our ORIGINAL superstars…!
The figure on the TV screen, however, merely continues, now obviously entering the building itself;
Jacqui M: Anyway, with this dude’s fetish for school stuff, I thought I’d give him a little surprise…
At this point, Jacqui stops just outside a locker room, flashing viewers at home and in the arena with a mischievous smile, her tone now a pastiche of the stereotypical female seductress:
Jacqui M: Right now, though, I gotta sign off. After all, a girl needs her privacy to get dressed… And besides, it wouldn’t do to spoil the surprise fpr li’l Aaronkins, now would it?
ACW’s first female signing steps forward and prepares to cut the feed on whatever device she’s using. Before she signs off, however, she has one final warning:
Jacqui M: But watch out for me, Aaron darling…you’re gonna love it…
And with this, and a mockingly blown kiss, Jacqui M switches off the camera, and disappears from sight.
The feed cuts back to the darkened arena, where the fans are trying to come to grips with what they just s aw, as the commentators speculate:
Martin Mays: Our resident female superstar promising her opponent for tonight a “surprise”…I wonder what the surprise is, Ali!
Kareem Ali: Well, knowing our token chick, I don’t think it’s something Asterisk is going to particularly like. I mean, bitch is nasty! Hot as hell, but nasty!
Martin Mays: Either way, we will just have to wait and hopefully see what happens here, after this short break!
The show cuts to a commercial break at this point, but when the feed returns, the Arena is still disappointingly dark, the fans beginning to grow impatient, whistling and humming in anticipation. After no more than a moment, though, Jacqui’s trademark entrance package explodes on the PA speakers, and the fans are treated to Asterisk’s ‘surprise’. And what a surprise!
Martin Mays: OH MY GOD! OH. MY. GOD!
Kareem Ali: Whoa! She can have me in her class anytime!
Jacqui M has just stepped out onto the ring in full kinky-teacher garb. Her hair is done up in a bun, lens-less spectacles perch on her nose, and a tight pencil skirt reveals sexy legs. Her usual extreme-design t-shirt has been replaced, on this occasion, by a similarly tight and partially unbuttoned white dress shirt, and a standard stationery ruler taps ominously against the palm of her left hand. As she hears the male fans’ roaring approval, the blonde allows herself an uncharacteristic smug smile, before stepping into the ring and requesting a microphone. As soon as she has it, she signals for the fans to quiet down, in typical schoolteacher fashion:
Jacqui M: Now, now…class…let’s settle down! Settle down!
This command is heeded, with another arena-wide chuckle, and Jacqui smiles once more. Then, she continues:
Jacqui M: Now, Aaron Asterisk has been a very, VERY bad boy! Very bad!
The blonde shakes her head in mock disgust, as another amused pop emerges from the stands. Once that has quieted down, she resumes:
Jacqui M: And you know what happens to bad boys…they get F’s in their report cards, not “A-Stars”…*
Another brief pop, over which the superstar talks, again in her husky mock-reproachful and vaguely sexy tone:
Jacqui M: …and of course, they also get punished. So if Mr. Asterisk would come down here, maybe we could get this done sooner rather than later. None of us wants to spend any more time than necessary in detention, now do we?
And with that, ACW’s only female competitor turns towards the ramp, waiting to see if her opponent will answer her taunt.
Jacqui Monroe VS Aaron Asterisk
Ashley Sparxxx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing already in the ring… Jacqueline Monroe! And her opponent.
The start of The Name by Fort Minor gets met by boos, as Aaron Asterisk comes out on to the stage. He smirks as he takes his position at the middle of the ramps edge. He ignores all the boos from the crowd before sliding into the ring, where he takes his flash jacket off and gives it to the stage hand, as his music stops. He continues staring at Jacqueline as he strokes his chin and smiles at her. Even giving her a wink.
Ashley Sparxxx: And her opponent weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty pounds. Hailing from Boston Massachusetts. Ladies and gentlemen… this is Aaron Asterisk.
Kareem Ali: Damn that woman lookin hot.
Martin Mays: Obviously a clever way to cause a distraction to Asterisk and I think it is working.
Kareem Ali: He would be gay if it didn’t.
Martin Mays: Makes me want to get in the ring just to experience that.
Jacqueline lets the bun out of her hair and removes the glasses as the stage hand takes that as well as the ruler and the referee signals for the bell. Asterisk has not been able to take his eyes off of Monroe as her competitive demeanor has come full circle. Asterisk is still in fantasy land as he continues to gawk at her body easing closer. As they get closer to each other Monroe with still the look of intensity hits Asterisk with a forearm to the face. Before Asterisk can retaliate he is met with another forearm to the face, a third, fourth, a fifth, and even a sixth as Asterisk is backed against the ropes. While against the ropes Monroe starts unleashing knees into Asterisk’s midsection. Holding on to his shoulders she lifts her right knee repeatedly into his midsection. And after a few shots she whips him across the ring. As he rebounds off Monroe jumps into the air and her ankles tie up around Asterisk’s neck. She uses her weight and his momentum to flip him over to his back with an impressive head scissors. As Asterisk is laying on his back in the ring Monroe has not wasted a bit of motion yet as she rolls out under the ropes. She stands on the apron and takes hold of the rope and slingshots herself to the top rope and leaps off, with a flip in the air and lands back first against Asterisk’s midsection. As Asterisk clutches trying to catch his breath Monroe rolls him back over to his back and attempts the first pin attempt of the match.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
And a kickout by Asterisk as Monroe rolls off of Asterisk but clasps on to his ankle with her hands. She locks his ankle under her armpit and grapevines the leg in an attempt to hyperextend his knee as she continues to yank and pull as hard as she can and Asterisk is yelling out in pain.
Kareem Ali: Please tell me you caught all of that cause this woman is vicious right now. Looks like she really wants to avenge her loss last week.
Martin Mays: Yeah this is definitely a teacher on a mission looking to teach a hard lesson.
Kareem Ali: Really?
Martin Mays: Yes really.
Back in the ring Asterisk is using his strength over the much lighter Monroe as he is able to pull himself to the ropes causing the ref to try to break the hold. But since Monroe won’t willingly break the hold the ref begins the mandatory count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIV…
At the latest of seconds she lets go as Asterisk is clutching his right knee in obvious pain. But again Monroe will not let up as she grabs hold of the leg as they are against the ropes she props his ankle up on the bottom rope and holds it there with her foot. She takes hold of the rope and bounces up into the air and lands, butt first, on Asterisk’s knee. As she goes to do it again this time Asterisk has the presence of mind to lift his other leg up as she crotches against Asterisk’s shin.
Kareem Ali: Ouch.
Martin Mays: She don’t have balls but that had to hurt coming down with that much force on that bone. That’s a damn hard bone.
Kareem Ali: Did you just say she doesn’t have balls?
Martin Mays: Yeah.
Kareem Ali does an audible facepalm as Asterisk is able to catch his breath. Asterisk is starting to pull himself up to his feet but is still feeling the effects of the work that Monroe did to his knee. He gets himself up as Monroe is getting up. He grabs her by the hair and roughly pulls her up as he is rather intense looking right now as he stares at her with evil intent. The first thing he does is grab on to her head with both hands and delivers a vicious headbutt before placing one arm around her shoulder and another between her legs and flips her over his shoulder with a t-bone suplex. As she crashes against the mat he limps over there shaking out his right leg with each step trying to get full motion back. He lifts her back up roughly by the hair and pushes her into the corner. He raises his fist and start to hammer on her head repeatedly. Too fast for anybody to keep count with. As they continue to rain down on her she starts to slump in the corner and he goes down with her continuing to punch over and over at her. She is beat down into a seated position on the canvas. He grabs at her arm and pulls her up to her feet then pulls her towards him delivering a rough looking short arm clothesline. But he didn’t let go as he pulls her back up a second time and delivers a second clothesline. The force of the second clothesline flips her inside out as she lands flatly on her back.
Kareem Ali: And it looks like Monroe is about to get her ass whooped.
Martin Mays: Shame to see that outfit go to waste.
Asterisk acts like he is about to drop for a pin but pulls her head up before the ref can drop to deliver a one count. He shakes his head and pulls her up to her feet. Groggily Asterisk takes Monroe and whips her into the corner. He runs full speed and connects with his right knee to her jaw. He just pushes her out of the corner as she falls and rolls a couple of times. Asterisk pulls his way up to the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a moonsault and connects and sticking to the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE…
Kickout by Monroe. But just barely as Asterisk gets up to his feet and is visibly upset. He pulls Monroe up and locks his forearm under her chin. He clutches his left bicep with the right arm and pulls as hard as he can.
Kareem Ali: He trying to choke her out!
Martin Mays: He got that thing in deep. She’ll be out in seconds if she doesn’t do something.
And as if on cue she drops causing Asterisk to drop and losing some of the grip on his arm and using that she gets her arms around him and locks her legs up with his legs and attempts a small package.
ONE!
TWO!
Kick out with authority as Monroe lays on the mat seemingly completely out of breath as Asterisk is pissed and surprised that she still had something left. He stomps on her one good time before exiting the ring and climbing to the top rope. He looks down at her and leaps off rotating in the air for the 450!
Kareem Ali: ITS OVER!
Martin Mays: YES! NO!
The no was because Monroe managed to roll out of the way causing Asterisk to connect fully with the canvas. As both of them lay motionless the referee begins his mandatory 10 count. Around 6 you see both of them starting to stir. At the count of 8 Asterisk has made it to his feet whereas Monroe is up to her knees. Asterisk starts to scramble and gets to Monroe slowly and as he gets close enough Monroe quickly springs to her feet and delivers a superkick with authority that sends Asterisk down to the mat and Monroe falls back down.
Kareem Ali: Oh man… it has to be over.
Martin Mays: Only if she can make it over.
Monroe starts to stir and crawl and claws her way over to Asterisk and drapes her arm over his chest. And with that the crowd chants along.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
But… it wasn’t a three as it was a hair distance between the ref’s hand and the canvas as Asterisk was able to get his shoulder up. Monroe still pretty out of it starts to pull Asterisk up but Asterisk still has some left in him as well as he traps her arm and pulls her down in an armbar. From there he traps her arm between his legs, locks his hands around her head and yanks back as hard as he can… giving it absolutely everything that he has left in him.
Kareem Ali: These two have given it everything they possibly have.
Martin Mays: This has to be a last ditch effort cause… they both don’t seem to have much left.
And as Monroe struggles, Asterisk keeps it locked in very tight and yanks back more and more. But because of the sweat and fatigue Monroe is able to slide her head free. She manages to escape from Asterisk’s clutches and gets up to her feet and as Asterisk is… she connects with a kick to the midsection and then grabs his head and jumps. She connects with a huge facebuster.
Kareem Ali: Its over. It has to be over.
Martin Mays: This is it. That is her move.
As she starts to turn him over she is still a daze and pulls herself up to her feet. But as she looks around the screaming fans she sees a man. A giant of a man. And seeing him she starts to get irate and starts calling out at him. The giant man is none other than Bronko whom simply stands in the crowd watching. Asterisk managed to get up to his feet with the distraction and pulls Monroe’s head back and traps it under his arm. He then flips him and her over connecting with “Full Marks” (Cross-Rhodes) and immediately goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Kareem Ali: Holy shit what a match.
Martin Mays: You can say that again… but don’t.
Ashley Sparxxx: The winner of the match… Aaron Asterisk.
The ref reaches down and lifts Aaron’s hand as he is still worn from the exhausting match.
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Shortly after the end of her match with Aaron Asterisk, Jacqui M is seen walking the halls of the Yonkers arena, cackling out loud, rubbing her hands together and clearly pleased with herself. So expansive is her good mood that, when she walks by her new boss Phoenix, she calls out to her:
Jacqui M: DAMN! I had him! I really almost had him didn't I?
The ACW owner smiles:
Phoenix: You rattled him, at least. Well done.
Jacqui nods:
Jacqui M: Thanks.
Here, a long and uncomfortable silence falls between the two, each avoiding the other's eye and none wanting to say the words that are going through their head. Then, at lenght, ir is Jacqui who speaks and ends the moment:
Jacqui M: Well...I'll see you around?
Clearly relieved, Phoenix concurs:
Phoenix: Yeah, see ya.
Jacqui smiles briefly, finally catching her boss's eye:
Jacqui M: Bye...
And with that, the butch blonde turns to leave, the ACW owner's eyes lingering on her for a long moment as Phoenix mutters:
Phoenix: Bye...
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After the crowd calms down a little from that last match, we see Mays and Ali at the commentators table.
Martin Mays: It's truly been a crazy night here in the ACW.
Kareem Ali: And it's bound to get crazier, Martin.
Martin Mays: And right along with the theme, we have a video package that the front office was hesitant to broadcast to say the least.
Kareem Ali: Really? Weird? Violent?
Martin Ali: Well, not really sure about that, but the main reason given was that they had no idea who had left it. But Phoenix has given her permission for this to be aired. So, let's take a look.
The video package starts and we only hear a voice:
"Where am I going.. nobody knows.. I know that the words that define me.. drive me insane."
Images of destroyed houses flash across the screen.*
It switches to really low quality footage. The footage shows us just darkness. Pure nothing. A sound of a chair being dragged around the room is heard.
"We need light! Don't we?!?"
That is said by the same voice from the beginning.
Splashes are heard. A gloved hand lights a match and throws it onto the ground as the liquid gets on fire and the fire slowly starts spreading all over the house.
The man that lit up the match covers his face with gloved hands as he is heard anxiously laughing until he comes to the camera. He uncovers his face, but moves his head so fast that the only visible part of his face is now his mouth. His lips are dark black. His skin is blue.
Riddle me this.. riddle me that.. who started talking? Who is that? As my teeth loudly chew my own flesh they never bit, I laugh painfully, just to make you scared. Who am I is what I never found out, for my existence is limited as far as I remember, I feel imprisoned. Now I am here. I sit here in the furious flames, just to smell the smell of my own burning flesh, for that is my point of life. The sound and the loudness of your agonizing cry when I crush your bones into meaningful dust gives me a sick smile, darkness is my light, although I'm nameless, I heard them whisper "Macabre".. what you see now.. you may not see ever again..
The man whispers*"vis sum causa mortis!", as he turns the camera off.
The scene goes back to the commentators.
Kareem Ali: Is everybody goin' nuts around here? I mean, Drew Alexander has been making NO sense lately. We have a vampire on the roster and, then, there's this next match!
Martin Mays: Truly spoken, Ali. Zasalamel has been wreaking havoc all over the ACW since day one. Now, Abram Vance has shown up out of the dark ages of wrestling for one more pump at glory!
Kareem Ali: One more pump at some spending cash, the way I see it. This has-been doesn't take care of himself, doesn't seem to care for the roster or management and could give a shit about Kayfabe!
Martin Mays: Let's see what Zasalamel and Abram Vance have to say about tonight's match!
The video switches to a Zasalamel promo from earlier in the week:
Zasalamel: But for you Abram… for you I decided to do things differently. Because I can see the remorse, I can hear it as you are not looking forward to this encounter. But instead you wish for it to pass you over. You are wishing that this does not have to happen but I an very pleased to inform you that this must happen. That this will happen. If anything it is to show you where you are coming up short. Where it is that you must improve. Where it is that you must dig deep down inside of you and pull out all the stops. Because remember all your pains, all your scars on your body… only temporary. It is the ones that are embedded deep in your memory, deep in your mind will be the life changing ones. Those are the ones that will torment you and turn you into something as evil as me.
The feed segues into an interview Vance had also earlier in the week:
Vance: "So, my thoughts on Ronald McDonald?”
Courier (the interviewer) nods as an amused expression creeps onto her face. Vance pauses for a moment, attempting to collect his thoughts. He leans forward and begins to rant.
Vance: “First off, the gimmick is fuckin’ stupid. Clearly, Tits McGee’s doing. I get they need the “extreme monster” gimmick, but a clown ain’t goin’ to cut it. You’d think Tits woulda’ noticed how Doink flopped back in da’ WWF.”
Vance: “I haven’t met the guy who plays him yet, but I can only imagine how desperate the fucker is. He was probably a lower level no namer that wanted a shot at the big time, so he took on the stupid gimmick. Huge mistake.”
The feed cuts telling the viewer that it had been edited.
Vance: “”Lisa, ya’ gotta’ realize that this isn’t hardcore. ACW markets itself as “extreme” and “adult-oriented”, but it’s not. Phoenix’s definition of ‘hardcore’ is a few spots with chairs and a table, and that’s it. Zasalamel hasn’t done his dues in the Indies. I’ve been hit with light tubes, chairs, barbed wire, fire, staples. Ya’ fucking name it, and someone has beat the shit out of me with it."
Vance throws his arms up in frustration as he gets himself worked up. He gestures aggressively and continues his rant.
Vance: "Ya' know what the clown's been doing?"
Lisa shrugs her shoulders, clueless.
Vance: "Playin’ with face paint and blood capsules, so (Sarcastically) yeah, TERRIFIED.”
The video feed ends and goes back to the commentators:
Kareem Ali: Whoa! Not a fan of each other apparently. And, seeing as Abrams isn't big on KAYFABE, ya gotta believe he's speaking from what's left of his heart.
Martin Mays: And with them in a street fight next, I'm sure things are gonna get bloody!
Aerosmith Back In The Saddle Lyrics - YouTube
ABRAM VANCE VS ZASALAMEL
Suddenly, BACK IN THE SADDLE by Aerosmith plays and a portion of the crowd begins rooting and throwing up signs!
ABRAM VANCE FOR PRESIDENT!
KICK HIS ASS, VANCE!!
BLOOD, SWEAT AND VANCE!
Kareem Ali: Looks the old marks are here!
The camera follows Vance as he exits the back and comes out to a moderate pop. He has a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of Jack in the other.
Martin Mays: Well, there's your role model right there!
Kareem Ali: Never claimed to be your hero, Mays. He just wrestles and wrestles well!
After putting the cig out on the stage, Vance walks leisurely down to the ring dressed in his torn jeans and a wrinkled shirt slapping hands with the crowd. From behind, Zasalamel appears with a steel chair and nails him in the side of the head. Abram drops the bottle of Jack (which doesn't break) and goes down hard to the steel ramp! Zasalamel begins to tenderize Vance with the chair while yelling!
Zasalamel: I'm I over yet, Vance? Huh?
The sick clown hits the older competitor across the back of the head with the chair again.
Zasalamel: What? Vance, I can't hear you! Maybe I'm OVER now!?!?!!
Martin Mays: For God's sake, let the man get to the ring!
Kareem Ali: What do you expect? It's a street fight! No real rules!
The referee can be seen calling for the opening bell and the Steet Fight begins!
Zasalamel throws the chair and begins slapping Vance across the back of the head.
Zasalamel: Come on, Vance!! Wake up!
The clown goes to pick him up and, as he turns Abram over, the old veteran catches him with a solid fist to the privates! Zas's eyes get big as saucers as he grabs the barricade to brace himself.
Kareem Ali: Well, one thing for sure! The clown's got balls!
Martin Mays: Oh, dear lord!
Vance, using the barricade to get some lift, hits Zas with a kick to the clown's knee! Zasalamel goes down in pain as Vance stalks him. The wily wrestler then picks up the bottle of Jack and finishes it off, wipes his lips and looks down at the clown with a wicked grin.
Martin Mays: No! Don't do it, Vance!!
Kareem Ali: You have no idea what hardcore really is, do you?
The crowd chants: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!
Zasalamel grabs Vance by the dirty, wrinkled shirt and tries to pull up. Abrams grabs the clown, holds him out and smashes the bottle all over Zas's head! Before the clown hit the floor, Vance grabs Zas and flips him in an old fashion suplex to the floor! Both men lay on the ground for a while, feeling the damage from the attacks. Both begin to pull themselves up, Zas on the apron and Vance on the barricade. As the sick clown turns, Vance gets a running start and spear/rams him into the ring steps!
The crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Martin Mays: That's gotta hurt!
Zas is on his back and Vance is on all fours, reaching up under the ring. As the crowd gets louder, Abrams pulls out a table.
The crowd: TABLE! TABLE! TABLE!
Vance puts the table together as Zasalamel comes to life. The clown catches Abrams across the side of his head with a double ax-handle and follows him down to the floor and puts the fist to him. As Zas gets up, we see that he has pulled a chain out of his tights and is wrapping it around his right fist! Vance gives the clown a shot to the gut and pushes him away. Abrams teeters around, catching himself again on the table. Zas, still with the chain around his fist, runs up the steel steps and launches into a falling fist! He catches Abrams across the temple and follows through, crashing Vance through the table!!
The crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Kareem Ali: I wonder if it's gotten hardcore enough for Abrams, yet?
Martin Mays: I don't think it can get hardcore enough for either of these men. They are warped in the head!
Both men are still writhing on the ground in pain. Vance is bleed from the forehead and his blonde hair is stained red!
Martin Mays: Neither man has been in the ring yet!
Kareem Ali: Well, the referee is stalking these two pretty close. I bet, although nobody publicized it, this is a falls count anywhere kinda match!
Zasalamel is up and Vance is on his knees. The distrubed clown climbs the ring steps and crosses into the ring. As he climbs the turnbuckle, the crowd noise gets deafening!
Martin Mays: What is that stupid clown doing? He isn't a high flyer!??!
Zasalamel sizes Vance up and launches into an awkward aerial cross body block! Abrams catches the clown and uses his own momentum to swing him hard to the floor!! After a short while, Vance gets up and rests against the apron while Zas feels the pain.
Martin Mays: YES! It is common for most street fights to be like no holds barred matches and the opponents can be pinned anywhere.
Kareem Ali: You just googled that didn't you?
Martin Mays: NO....Wikipedia...
Vance, suddenly, catches Zasalamel from behind and locks in the camel clutch!
Martin Mays: Oh, no! Abrams has the clutch locked in and there is nothing to say Zasalamel now!
Zasalamel is flailing around trying to slap Vance who just leans back and puts on more pressure. The referee is there for the tap out, but the clown will not give.
Kareem Ali: Vance will have to tear his head off to win. That clown is NOT going to tap!
As Zasalamel is flailing, his had goes under the ring apron several times. One of those times, it comes out holding a two by four! Once the clown gets two hands on the board (breaking free), Zasalamel nails Vance in the head!! The already bloody Abrams drops back as Zas tries to get his bearings! Zas's arm is bleeding.
Martin Mays: Looks like the clown may have cut his arm on the table earlier!
Zasalamel gets to his feet, still a little unsure, and lifts the two by four up in the air. The crowd noise rises with the board! Vance is backing away; looking for an escape route. As Zasalamel comes in for the kill, Vance drops him with a drop toe hold into a cross face!
Kareem Ali: Another submission! Doesn't he ever learn?
Martin Mays: well, he IS wearing his opponent down!
After the clown seems to be almost out, Vance lets go and stands up. He looks out at the crowd and they give him some love! With a smile and a wave, Abrams backs up the corner turnbuckle. As Zasalamel finally gets up, Vance hits him with a devastating SUPER KICK!!! Zas drops hard and Abrams walks slowly over and stands above him looking down at him; hair all in his face.
Vance Abrams: NOW, you're over...
Vance drops for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
TH...kickout!!
Martin Mays: NO, WAY!! How did he do that?
Zasalamel is now flailing around trying to buy himself time to get up, but Vance will not let him rest. After a few kicks to the ribs, Abrams climbs quickly (relatively) up into the ring and to the top of the turnbuckle. Balancing himself on the top rope, Vance launches into an incredible (yet shakey) Moonsault! Nailing Zasalamel, he goes for the pin again!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Vance sits back against the ring apron and rests while we can see Zasalamel looking at the ceiling in disbelief.
Martin Mays: Vance has done the impossible! He has taken the demented clown to task and survived to fight another day!!
The referee tries to help Abrams up and lift his hand, but the bloody wrestler pulls away and wanders wearily up the ramp! As the crowd gives him an ovation, Vance turns to the crowd and raises his arm in triumph. Holding his ribs, he leans against the barricade. Zasalamel is last seen sitting against the barricade breathing heavily and telling the trainer to GO TO HELL!
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The fans scream in anticipation for the next match. When suddenly the lights all shut down a resounding thunk throughout the arena. Camera flash light up the place fans cheering. A low sound almost like thunder or a stampede fills the arena. The screens all flash an image.
And then it’s gone.
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