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| Monday Night Mayhem; November 17, 2008 | |
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| frisco | Nov 18 2008, 03:32 AM Post #1 |
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“Nervous?” Frisco smiled as he notices the Asian beauty staring off into space. Candace had been through a rollercoaster ride the last few months, winning the World title at the last promotion she was in, losing it in controversial fashion a few weeks into her reign, and then being dragged out of that promotion and having to start all over again in the new ACW. It had been the only reasonable decision in Frisco’s eyes—if you’re not happy in one situation it is best to go out and find someplace else to perform—but leaving the old fed was a rough transition. Candace More tired than nervous…everything go so fast. I can’t believe I wrestling my first match here tonight. I barely get over how things end at… Frisco Sssshhhh… A wry grin creased Frisco’s lips as he gently rested the tip of his index finger on the Asian beauties lips—silencing Candace before she got the words out of her mouth. Frisco Life is all about change. Always remember that when one door closes another one opens. Things might have ended badly at the last place—but there is a reason for everything. In the cosmic scope of things perhaps this was meant to be. Candace smiled, nodding as peeked through the crack in the door to see the crowded Fleet Center audience. Monday Night Mayhem was the first show in the ACW history—yet you could never tell it by the packed arena. Frisco Just get ready for your match. Let’s give the fans their money’s worth. Candace smiled. She gave Frisco a warm embrace, then headed out the door towards her dressing room.  The camera flashes over the jam packed BankNorth Garden, thousands of fans in the audience wave posters and massive foam fingers as the ACW begins broadcast of its first ever card. In the ring Chip Carson, General manager of the new promotion, is standing with a grin on his face as he waits for the fans to quiet before raising the microphone to his ruby red lips. Chip Carson Ladies and gentlemen…welcome to Monday Night Mayhem! YYEEAAHH!! Carson My name is Chip Carson and I am the General Manager of American Championship Wrestling. I want to personally thank each and everyone who has come out tonight to join us in our inaugural show. We have a heck of a card here tonight and will be deciding two world championships…the men’s division will be holding an elimination chamber match to determine the World champion and the womens division will crown their champion in a ladder match. The crowd continues to cheer Carson as he basks in the glory of the moment. Chip I’d like to introduce our broadcast team…Jim Baker and Joe Navaro…I’m sure many of you viewers are familiar with them…they were the voices of the IWA back in the day, We hope they can bring the same type of excitement to our programming that they did all those years ago… At any rate I will turn you over to those two as we get the card underway. Once again I want to thank you all and enjoy the show! Carson hands the microphone to ring announcer Mike Ratski. He once again waves to the fans, then makes a hasty exit down the steel ring steps as Jim Baker and Joe Navaro start the play by play. Navaro Did he say “all those years ago?” Baker Kind of makes you feel like a dinosaur! Navaro Yeah! I know. Baker Well anyway we got a match to call. The first fight here should be a hell of a start to the federation…Mike Ratski looks like he’s ready to go… Navaro I am not a dinosaur! A spotlight settles on Mike Ratski. He raises the microphone to his lips as hundreds of flashing lightbulbs signal the start of the ACW era. Ratski The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first…from Detroit Michigan… “Sweat” by CC and the music factory starts over the speakers as Cherrie Hilton steps out onto the entrance ramp. The Sepia beauty, wearing a white sneakers and top over a blue leotard, waves at the fans as they cheer their support for the ACW’s fighting ring doctor. Ratski Please welcome Cherrie The Hitman Hilton! YEEAAHH! Cherrie runs down the entrance ramp, high fiving as many of the fans in the front row as she can as she makes her way to the ring. Hilton quickly climbs the steel steps, stepping over the middle rope and going to the center of the ring as she awaits the arrival of her opponent. Baker Cherrie Hilton is always a fan favorite. I think the people in the crowd react really positively to Cherrie…really nice person…great role model… Navaro Yeah…easy on the eyes too…of course these perverts are going to go nuts over her! The cheers in the arena quickly quiet as Ratski again goes to the microphone. Ratski …and her opponent…from Kieve Russia… BOOOO!!! Nadia rips back the velvet curtain and moves onto the center stage, casting a menacing glare at the fans as she scours the arena. Nadia, striking an imposing figure at six feet tall and slightly over 200 pounds of pure muscle, grimaces as she locks her eyes on Cherrie Hilton. Ratski Please welcome Comrade Nadia! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! Baker Well they aren’t exactly making their feelings of Nadia unknown! Navaro Nadia is a tremendous athlete…she’s got size, power and a decided mean streak. She just sort of looks like a man so the fans don’t appreciate her! Baker That’s not fair! Navaro It’s true! She looks like Arnold Swartzineggar! Nadia does not acknowledge the jeers from the cheap seats. She steels herself, then marches down the entrance ramp towards the ring with a wild look in her eyes. Nadia forgoes the steps, sliding under the bottom rope and going after Cherrie just as the bell rings to start the match. DING! DING! DING! Cherrie races towards Nadia, but her planned early attack is cut short by a vicious spear. Hilton doubles up in pain, dropping hard to the canvas as Nadia knocks the wind out of the ebony beauty. Nadia instantly gets to her feet, grabbing Cherrie by the hair and jerking her to a vertical base. She fires two clubbing blows to Cherrie’s back—again dropping Hilton to the canvas with a resounding thud. Navaro Nadia broke Cherrie Hilton in half with that spear! Baker Holy Cow this one could be over early! Navaro Talk about making an impression in our first match. I think Nadia just made one hell of an impression on Cherrie Hilton! Nadia grabs Cherrie by the scruff of the neck and the seat of her leotards, hurling her into the corner ring post where the ebony beauty crashes with hellacious impact. Nadia again pounces on Cherrie, stomping viciously on her opponent as Hilton again drops to the canvas. Nadia ducks down, grabbing Cherrie by the throat and hoisting her into the air—slamming her back against the corner and drilling a shoulder block into her exposed midsection. Nadia raises her hand in the air victoriously—moving towards the center of the ring and offering a cut throat gesture as Cherrie Hilton desperately battles to regain her bearings. Baker This isn’t going to end good! Nadia darts across the ring, leaping into the air and crushing Cherrie Hilton with a thunderous stinger splash. Hilton’s eyes roll back in her head as she staggers on rubber legs forward. Nadia grabs Hilton by the head and doubles her over, again flashing the cut throat gesture as she locks her arms around Cherrie’s midsection and hoists her into a power bomb position. KA SPLAT! Nadia drops onto Cherrie, hooking her right leg and cradling her into a match box pin as the referee drops to count the pinfall. Cherrie, her eyes snapped shut and her mouth gasping for air, is helpless to offer anything remotely close to resistance. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! Baker Oh…my…Gawd! Navaro Nadia decimated Cherrie Hilton! She completely woman handled her! Baker I’ve never seen anyone do that before! Cherrie Hilton is a really good wrestler! Navaro I don’t think she got in a single move! The referee gestures for Nadia to get off of her opponent, but the big Russian ignores her demands. She straddles the unconscious sepia star, glaring menacingly into Hiltons glasses over eyes as the referee again attempts to raise Nadia’s arm in victory. Baker Complete domination… Navaro Cherrie will need to see a doctor herself. Nadia grabs Cherrie Hilton by the throat, again jerking her off the canvas as the referee continues to try to separate the two. Nadia again doubles Hilton over into the powerbomb position, jerking Cherrie into the air and slamming her onto the canvas with ring shaking impact. KA SPLAT! Baker Now there is no reason for this…the match is over! Navaro Nadia is just going postal…there must be some bad blood between these two! The referee steps between Nadia and Cherrie, keeping the big Russian away from her victim as another ACW official enters the ring to maintain the peace. Nadia steps away at first, then quickly loses her composure and shoves both officials away as she again goes after Hilton. She greats her opponent by her hair and jerks her to her feet—clamping on a reverse bearhug as the crowd begins to boo her actions. Baker What the hell? BOOOO!!! Navaro Nadia looking a but unstable…she better be careful here on the referee will reverse the decision! Cherrie Hilton flails her arms and legs wildly as she struggles to extricate herself from the bearhug. He referee’s scamper to separate the two, the lead official quickly signaling for the disqualification as several other official rush into the ring. Baker Nadia gets disqualified…she doesn’t even seem to care! Navaro This is definitely personal. I think Nadia is making an example out of Cherrie Hilton! The officials battle to separate Nadia from her victim as Monday Night Mayhem goes to commercial break. Mike Ratski The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish with a twenty minute time limit… Jim Baker Hello all, and welcome to the show. We’re sure to have a great match for you here tonight. Latin sensation “The Pretty One” Maia Lopez will be facing the debuting Crystal Hilton. Crystal is the youngest sister of the Hilton Clan. Joe Navaro It should be quite a contest as the veteran Maia Lopez, who calls herself an “A-Lister” will be facing a real “A-Lister” in Hilton who has made her mark as a pop and movie star. Now at twenty-one, she has decided to follow her sisters into the business. In contrast, Maia Lopez has breathed and lived wrestling for the last three years and is an accomplished pro.Why Crystal chose Maia to debut against is anyone guess, but it may not have been a good choice. Ratski Introducing first…from Long Island New Jersey…Crystal Hilton! YYEEAAHH!!! There’s her music and out comes “The Rose Goddess,” Crystal Hilton to all the pyros shooting off in successions. The fans are going ballistic, cameras are flashing all over the arena as everyone has been waiting for this moment since it was announced she would be entering the squared circle. Jim Baker At a height of five-feet-five and weighing one-hundred and twenty five pounds, Crystal looks to be in great shape and ready for this match tonight. Ratski …and her opponent…hailing from San Jaun Puerto Rico…Maia Lopez! BOOOO!!! Boos pour forth as Maia’s music hits. Her she comes, showing off her body, as she sultry makes her way down to ringside with the devilish smile on her face. There she goes with her ring entrance: right leg up, left leg up and bending under the bottom rope. All those lucks guys in the front row there just got a view they will remember for the rest of their lives as she pulled herself under the bottom rope and into the ring. Crystal doesn’t look impressed, bouncing up and down in the corner itching for a fight. The young ebony beauty wants to prove herself here tonight. Maia is just ignoring her and playing to the crowd. Baker This should be an exceptional match… Navaro That goes without saying! The referee is over checking Maia and all seems good. Now he’s checking Crystal and she’s good. He calls for the bell . . . DING! DING! DING! Maia out of nowhere blindsides Crystal while the ref was still in front of her, taking her down with a vicious forearm smash to the chest. Crystal is on her back in the corner. Maia steps on her throat and uses the ropes for leverage. She breaks the choke at the ref’s four count - just before a DQ. Baker Cheap attack my Maia Lopez…the bell had barely rung and she was all over Crystal! Navaro Well she doesn’t have to give her a warming…once the bell sounds the match is on… Pulling her up by the hair, Maia smashes her face first into the top turnbuckle. Irish whip into the other corner, Crystal hits hard and Maia follows up with a running clothesline. That took Crystal off her feet and left her in a heap in the corner while Maia plays to the crowd. This match may have been a mistake for Crystal. Baker Well Maia has certainly been in control of the match thus far… Maia is looking at ending it now as she’s going for her trademark power bomb. She has Crystal up . . . And Crystal counters into a hurricarana that sends Maia crashing to the mat and sliding out to the floor. Maia isn’t going to get a second to recover - Crystal is off the far ropes and dives out of the ring into Maia sending her crashing into the guard rail. Maia is down and Crystal is on fire, smiling and hi-fiving fans. Navaro Well don’t count Crystal out just yet…very nice counter by the Rose Girl! Crystal needs to pay attention though, as Maia is getting back to her feet. A big boot by Crystal doubles Maia over and Crystal throws her back into the ring and roles in after her. Scoop slam by Crystal and a moonsault off the ropes! Crystal goes for the first pin of the match. ONE! TWO! No! Maia barely kicks out at two, just getting her left shoulder off the mat. Crystal thought she had it. Baker Close count! Navaro Two and a half! Crystal pulls her up by the hair and Maia chops her in the throat, cutting her air off. The ref admonishes Maia, who just pushing him to the side. Maia grabs Crystal and jumps up, going for a hurricarana of her own, but Crystal counters! Baker Crystal with the counter! Navaro It’s the Withering Rose! This could be it! She’s stopped Maia attempted hurricanrana and has countered in the Withering Rose, a Boston crab type move. She sitting back on the small of Maia’s back and pulls her legs back as far as possible. The human body is not meant to bend like that and Maia is screaming in pain. Baker We could have a submission here! Unfortunately for Crystal they are too close to the rope and Maia grabs the bottom rope, forcing a rope break. Crystal isn’t giving her a chance though; she’s right on the attack, pulling Maia away from the ropes . . . Navaro Maia is on the ropes…Crystal will have to break the hold! Double legs take down by Maia. Maia has Crystal folded up and her shoulders on the matt. The ref is down for the count. Maia has her feet on the rope for extra leverage! Crystal can’t kick out. ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Baker Maia steals it! Navaro Oh I wouldn’t say stole the match! Baker Yeah she did! Like a thief in the night! It’s over. Maia wins and slinks out of the ring before the referee could see her using the ropes. Crystal just got rob in her debut. Mike Ratski The time of the match four minutes and twelve seconds…the winner…Maia Lopez! BOOOOO!!! The referee raises Maia’s hand in the air as she is declared the winner but she snatches her hand away and she stares over at Crystal who is trying to get off of the floor. Maia wastes no time stomping Crystal back into the ground. Maia at this point helps Crystal up to her feet and Crystal remains a bit dazed. Maia smirks in an evil manner as she lifts Crystal up into the air and drops her directly onto the mat with a Latina Heat Buster. BOOOOO!!! Baker What is the name of Gawd!? Navaro Maia Lopez is one crazy Latina! Crystal is now laid out on the floor completely motionless and Maia smirks as she drops down and lays on top of her for what appears to be a pinfall. She once again smirks as she begins to speak to the referee Maia: Give her a five count. I don’t see her getting up Maia grins wickedly as the referee drops down to the mat and begins to count 1 2 3 4 5 At this point Maia rises up to her feet and she does a face sit on top of the lifeless Rose Girl as she looks over her victim. She rubs her lips against Crystal’s and begins to speak to her Maia: Don’t worry Crystal. It was bound to end up this way after all you are matched up against the pretty one. The match was over way before it ever started! Maia begins to laugh some more as she stands up and she starts to wave to the backstage curtain and within moments another Spanish girl begins to run down the aisle. The girl is none other than her long time friend Angelina Perez. Angelina slides in the ring and the two of them together begin to stomp out Crystal. Baker We need to get some security out here! The referee is calling for the bell frantically but the Spanish duo don’t let up as they unleash stomp after stomp on the lifeless Rose Girl. Moments later Crystal’s oldest sister Ester runs down to the ring and the girls quickly high tail it as they don’t want any part of the older sibling. Ester checks on her beaten sister and the show goes to a commercial break. Baker Ester Hilton arriving in the nick of time… Navaro It definitely looks like the Hilton girls are going to have to stick together here! They seem to have attracted a lot of enemies very quickly! Maia high fives Angelina, smiling cockily as she sways her way back to the backstage area, leaving Ester and Crystal just staring in anger at her. Monday Night Mayhem goes to commercial break. Mike Ratski The following contest is a ladder match for the ACW Woman’s championship… YYEEAAHH! Ratski Introducing first…hailing from Milan Italy…Giada Romo! BOOOOO! YYEEAHH! Baker Giada making her debut tonight… Navaro And a great opportunity…how many people go for the world title in their debuts? The dark haired beauty emerges from behind the velvet curtain. Giado waves at the fans in the audience, quickly starting down the entrance ramp and making a bee line to the ring, where the ACW Woman’s title belt hangs suspended from the rafters over the ring. Ratski …and her opponent…first…from Kieve Russia…Comrade Nadia! Nadia storms from the back, racing towards the ring as she shoves Giado down and quickly dives under the apron to pull out a ladder. Nadia tosses it into the ring and quickly rolls under the bottom rope. BOOO!! Baker Oh no…her again! Navaro Hopefully this time she’s taken her Prozac! Ratski And from Okinawa Japan…Candace The Joshi Dragon Okimura! YYEEAAHH!! Baker Well thankfully Candace is in this one…though I’m not sure how she’ll faire against someone the size of Nadia! Navaro About as well as a fly against a windshield at eighty miles an hour…. Candace pauses for a moment to wave to the fans, but quickly abandons the meet and greet fest as she notices both Nadia and Giada already going for the ladders. She darts down the entrance ramp and races to the ring, where Nadia is already setting up a ladder under the title belt. Ratski …and from Athens Greece…please welcome Athena! Baker Don’t know much about Athena…they say she’s really strong… NAvaro She better be. My money is still on Nadia. Always a good thing to bed on the crazy person. Athena steps from behind the curtain, pausing for a moment to watch the action unfold in the ring as she cautiously starts down the entrance ramp. The referee, already overwhelmed trying to control the action, signals for the bell to start the contest. DING! DING! DING! Nadia starts climbing the ladder, but she is quickly knocked down as both Candace and Giada knock the ladder over. The red menace goes crashing to the canvas—where Candace quickly drop kicks the ladder into her chest. Baker Candace using the ladder as a weapon…perfectly legal in this match! Nadia tosses the ladder aside, rising to her feet as Candace fires a hard kick to the inside aspect of her opponents knee. Nadia appears unfazed, grabbing Candace by the back of the head and tossing her over the top rope to the arena floor. Giada Romo quickly grabs the discarded ladder and sets it up—frantically climbing up it as Athena rolls into the ring. Nadia turns her attention to Giada, grabbing the Italian beauty by the leg and ripping her off the ladder, The Russian powerhouse fires a series of stomps on Giada—but is knocked to the canvas by a spear from Athena. Baker Vicious spear from Athena…seems to have stunned Nadia! Navaro Maybe I spoke too soon. This Athena looks like she has some power after all! The Greek Goddess turns and starts for the ladder, but is hit with a chop block from Giada Romo. Athena shakes it off, sending a vicious kick into Giada’s gut, which doubles the Italian beauty up. Athena grabs her by the neck and seat of her pants and hoists her into the air—sending her crashing to the canvas with a hellacious Brain buster. KA SPLAT! Navaro Goodnight Giada… Baker I don’t see her continuing after that move! Candace and Nadia both get back into the ring. The Asian beauty charges towards Athena but is quickly dropped with a big boot to the face. Nadia catches Athena with a short armed clothesline that drops her to the mat. Candace scurries off the mat, sending a kick to Nadia’s head—but the red Menace catches her foot mid swing. Candace quickly counters the move to an Enzuiguri which staggers Nadia. The Japanese star quickly goes to the ladder. Baker Candace going for the ladder…she’s really quick! Navaro She better be. When Nadia catches her it won’t be pretty! Nadia starts towards Candace but is tripped up by Athena. The Greek powerhouse rises to her feet, sending a blistering knife edge chop towards Nadia’s chest. The red menace shakes it off—responding with a slap that spins Athena’s head and drops her to a knee. Nadia quickly continues after Candace. Baker Athena and Nadia getting into it a bit…Candace is already half way up the ladder! Navaro Yeah, I think Athena and Nadia better focus on her rather than each other! Candace could steal the title if they don’t! Athena again springs to her feet. She races after Nadia, catching with with a hellacious release German suplex that sends the Russian powerhouse half way across the ring. Athena quickly starts climbing on the opposite side of the ladder, grabbing Candace by the ankle as she holds her back from reaching the belt. Navaro Its over now…Athena is going to break this forune cookie in half! Athena crawls up the ladder til she is nearly at an even level with Candace. She grabs the Asian beauty by the throat but as she moves in for the kill Candace spits a geyser of purple mist into her opponents face. SPHEW! Baker Candace hits the poison mist! Athena is blinded! Navaro What the hell is that stuff anyway? Athena grabs blindly at her eyes, which gives Candace the split second momentum to shove her off the ladder. The Asian beauty quickly continues up the ladder, grabbing hold of the title belt as Athena crashes onto the floor. Candace raises the ACW Womans’ title high in the air…holding it over her head as she stands on the ladder in the center of the Banknorth Garden. DING! DING! DING! Baker Candace wins the match! She grabs the belt right from under the noses of Athena and Nadia! Navaro She has to be the luckiest person alive…well when Nadia and Athena catch up with her that luck is going to change! Ratski Ladies and gentlemen the winner…and new ACW Woman’s champion…The Joshi Dragon Candace Okimura! YYEEAAHH!!! Candace continues to hold the belt over her head as Monday Night Mayhem goes to commercial break. Chip Carson smiles warmly as he walks over to the broadcast table to greet Jim Baker and Joe Navaro. Carson, wearing a black suit jacket and tie and sipping on a Strawberry Slurpee, flashes a broad smile as he looks down at the broadcast crew. Jim Baker Hey Chip…nice crowd for the first show… Carson nods, glancing at the entrance ramp where two men are seen walking towards the broadcast booth. Carson Hey guys…I’m going to ask you to leave…I’ve got some special guest announcers for the main event… Baker Excuse me? Navaro You want us to go home? Are you out of your mind? We haven’t even finished the card yet! Carson shrugs indifferently, gesturing towards the back as the two new announcers walk over to the table to greet the former broadcast crew. Ernie Witt Back to the bench fella’s! The main event needs some star power! Jim Baker and Joe Navaro look at each other in stunned shock, slowly getting out from behind the table as the new broadcasters take over their position. Buzz Wobley Sorry about this guys…Chip just told me this afternoon… Carson again smiles, handing the microphone to Buzz Wobley as Baker and Navaro head to the back in shock. Carson We have a main event to call…get ready were on air in five minutes… Frisco takes a long sip from his drink, a broad smile on his face as he looks across the table at Candace and the Hammer. The Asian beauty is beaming as she studied the shiny new ACW Womans championship while Mike Hilton appears nervous before the start of his match. Frisco What did I say about a new beginning? Candace again smiled, nodding as her and the Hammer kiss. Frisco Now all you have to do Mike is take out these three jokers and all the gold will be in our stable. No sooner do the words leave his mouth that the door to the dressing room flies open. Jim Baker and Joe Navaro rush to Frisco as the owner of the Federation looks on in surprise. Frisco Don’t you guys have a card to call? Baker I thought we did…but that idiot Chip Carson just send us home early! A look of bewilderment washes over Frisco’s face. He looks at Baker and Navaro, then at the Hammer—who now appears even more worried than before. Frisco What the hell is going on here? Navaro Chip Carson walks up to us five minutes ago and tells us he has some special guest broadcasters right in the middle of the damn card! Frisco shakes his head in disbelief. He slowly gets to his feet, grabbing his jacket as he leads the Hammer towards the door. Frisco I have an elimination chamber match to deal with now. I’ll sort this out after the show…I’ll get to the bottom of this… |
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| frisco | Nov 18 2008, 03:32 AM Post #2 |
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The lights go out as the screams from the crowd fill the air…. “Ooooooooh, here we go, Ernie, here we go!” says Buzz. “We got the Elimination Chamber! Listen to the crowd, man!” “I hear it, I hear it. Here we are, folks, Midnight Mayhem main event. BankNorth Garden, Boston, Massachusetts. The Elimination Chamber. The crowd is literally losing it here. We’re talkin’ riots.” “This is what the people have been waitin’ for, man! Four-on-four, no holds barred!” The darkness ends as flashes of light explode in the air of the arena, spots of light echo across the endless field of fans as somehow the cheering shakes the ground— The fireworks hit like an Armageddon. And the cheering explodes even more— “Whoa!” says Buzz. “There it is, Wobley, there it is.” With the blinding lights, the Elimination Chamber is revealed, the large circular steel cage complete with two wrestler-size pods on two opposing ring posts. Immediately, “Sledgehammer” by Peter Gabriel plays in the air as the pyro burns and flares by the entrance into the ramp— Buzz gasps. “I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it! The Hammer’s first in! The Hammer’s first!” “Yeah, yeah, the big dumb animal Hilton’s first, yes!” “You better watch what you say, ‘cause Hammer can whip your ass.” “He’s gonna have to wait until the countdown’s up, because he’ll be our first competitor in the ring. Gives him a little bit of competition there!” “Shhhhhhhhhut up!” Ernie guffaws and coughs up a lung, smacking his leg with glee. “We’re talkin’ three others he has to face. Three.” Mike “the Hammer” Hilton shows up at the entrance with his wife Candace and manager Frisco, looking somber, intense. Resolute. The Hammer cocks his neck, left and right. His eyes like a demon panther, hot sweat on his face and sinewy muscles, traps like titan kings holding onto his tree trunk neck—the fact that he was the first called into the Chamber didn’t look to even faze him. Forged out of Detroit, Michigan, 284 lbs., accompanied by his wife Candace and manager Frisco. Mike, “the HAAAAAAAMMEEEEEEER”…. HILTON! “That’s what I’m talkin’ about, Ernie—look at that, intensity—those eyes!” says Buzz. “He’s gonna need those eyes if he’s gonna keep an eye on his three competitors.” “Hilton means business! I always said his name fits the bill—it’s business! Pure business. Those chain of hotels, man! He’s got the name by coincidence! He’s about business! And his business is brawlin’! Takin’ names—” “Yeah, taking names to line him up in bed like Paris Hilton?” “Oh, shut your mouth!” Ernie laughs at him. “You know I don’t mean that Hilton—” The Hammer hauls himself into the chamber, leaving his wife Candace and manager Frisco behind outside the cage, marveling at the massive steel contraption. Some of the crowd cheers while others jeer. His massive frame, dwarfed by the cage around the ring, resembles a darkened pacing mountain lion, eyes of hunger. He looks to not be so comfortable encaged; but at the same, he seems to revel in it. “Now….” says Buzz. “Now…who’s he gonna face first?” The lights go out— And a deep thunder burns through arena—foreboding, a blanket of darkness, if able to speak, whispered in shadows across everyone, almost silencing the world of fans for Monday Night Mayhem. “You know who that is, don’t you, Buzz?” says Ernie. “I certainly do…. I certainly do. The Maniac is back, man….” Rising from the ashes of darkness deep in Kieve, Russia, weighing 340 lbs., with manager Dr. Androvski—the psychotic killing machine, the monster— CAAAAAAAARNAGE! Carnage, a hulking beast, with the spotlight slammed on his massive figure amidst the cowering darkness— He hears the massive jeers among the crowd but never wavers. He stares at the Elimination Chamber as if he had found his home, his sick passion for death, fear, fury. The Hammer crouches, eyes to his forehead, teeth clenching. He stares right into the doom of Carnage’s carnal mask. The fear. And the awe. It combines to triple that Hammer rage. Candace and Frisco back off as Dr. Androvski approaches, staring them down. The refs let Carnage in as he climbs over the ropes. He stands still, heaving. He stares the Hammer down. But Mike, the “Hammer”, Hilton doesn’t back down. Three refs show up— “We’re talkin’ serious mayhem here, Ernie….” says Buzz. “These two—” “I know, I know—we’re talkin’ two caged animals. Carnage’s a croc and Hammer’s a bull!” Purple and white flashes of light suddenly blast all around, and the crowd goes wild with both boos and screams of wild passion, mostly from women. Buzz laughs. “Say Goodbye” by I Killed The Prom Queen rips on the speakers as Demetrius Young, Dem, The Reflection of Perfection pounces out, jamming down. He extends his arms, and two purple pyros explode behind him, electrifying his frame with the sounds of jamming, jarring rock n’ roll, rockin’ and rockin’. Luminously beautiful, sexy Giada Romio accompanies him down to the chamber. The officials let him in and he bounds up to each ring post, revving the crowd. He spits and screams, slamming his forehead with his hands, rockin’ rage bleeding into his face. Born out of the hard rock of Slovakia, weighing 219 lbs., accompanied by his radiant manager Giada Romio—he is the YoungGun, former Intercontinental Champion— DEEEEEEEEEEEMEEEETRIUS…. YOOOOOOUUUUNG!! The Hammer stares down Dem with hard eyes, ambivalent. Dem crouches, fierce eyes and a wicked smile. “See, now this is getting’ interesting,” says Buzz. “Oh, give me a break, either Hilton or Carnage can just sit on the tadpole!” “They have to catch him first, baby!” Buzz laughs. Dem smiles with mischief, fearless, boundless, always willing to sacrifice his own body for the sake of whippin’ some good tail. He stares like that even toward Carnage as the monster still stands, taking slow deep breaths— The officials get a little edgier with the three warriors standing off. Tension thick. Hardened. Electrified. “Ain’t over, yet,” says Buzz. “No surprise who our fourth competitor is.” says Ernie— And again, the lights go down— Only they turn a sickly green color. And around the air, that maniacal laugh rains and reverberates across the seats. The jeers from the crowd seem to vomit into the air as Baboo Yagoo, the “Hitcher”, explodes out of the entrance to a dash of pyro and the sound of “The Hitcher Song” by the Mighty Boosh oozing out of the speakers. The Hitcher creeps down the ramp with a devilish, drooling grin— Spawned from the St. Mary-Le-Bow Church Tower, weighing in at 200 lbs., he’s the cockney Nutjob of London, the Man-Witch— BABOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YAAAAAAAAAAAGOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Even the other three seem to retch at the sight of him coming toward the chamber. The refs let him in, careful not to touch him. Hilton, Dem and even Carnage take a few steps back as if Yagoo’s some kind of plague. The fact is he’s worse. Hilton, the Hammer, suddenly jabs a finger toward Yagoo, gnashing teeth, saying a few words— “I don’t think Mike’s feelin’ too hot about the Hitcher being near him, huh?” says Buzz. “Just look at the four of ‘em staring at each other. It’s like a Mexican standoff!” “The refs are really gettin’ edgy here.” “They need to get Young and Yagoo into their pods!” “Time limit for release is ten minutes each. Hammer and Carnage have ten minutes before Dem shoots out and takes names—” “And then Baboo Yagoo comes out and, well—” “I really don’t wanna know, I do not want to know!” The refs carefully try to gather the situation. All four wrestlers stare each other down. Strangely, they’re formatted like a 2-on-2—Hammer and Dem facing Carnage and Yagoo. Hilton flashes a look at the YoungGun, taking deep breaths. Not giving the crowd time to even breathe with him, the four crash at each other like crazed lions! “WHOA!” says Buzz. The refs work hard to break the four apart, bodies meshing violently, like a mass of white and heated muscle—the crowd freaks out, lights flash. A few refs manage to pull Carnage out of the mix as Dem tosses himself back into the ropes and launches a flying dropkick at Hilton— Yagoo moonsaults as Dem flies forward— The nasty Hitcher’s sickly green frame slams into the high-flying Slovakian, jamming him down into the canvas. Yagoo tosses his top hat off, laughing maniacally. Carnage rips the refs off of him and charges for Hilton— Where most men run, the Hammer meets it head on. It’s like watching the birth of a quake. Glass shattering, almost. The two massive hulks grapple— Until Yagoo pulls out— “Oh, you gotta be kidding me,” says Ernie. Buzz laughs! The Hitcher starts to urinate in the middle of the ring. Dem, eyes wider than wormholes in space, scurries for one of the pods. The thick, yellow, germy liquid splashes all over one small section of the mat. Buzz can’t stop laughing as both Hilton and Carnage notice and actually scatter toward opposing ring posts, watching in some sort of mixed awe and disgust at the Hitcher’s relentless urinating barrage. Out of nowhere, Carnage rips into Yagoo with a spear. Urine flies. It seems Carnage doesn’t even care. The refs scurry to snatch the Hitcher, careful not to touch him in the wrong places, pulling him into his respective pod. Demetrius Young, heaving from the ugliness on the mat, all the yellow urine, grits his teeth as he sits and waits his ten minutes. “So now the match actually starts!” says Ernie. One official remains as the others scurry out, locking the door. No one out. No one in. The timer counts down. They have ten minutes. The Hammer glances over at the puddle of sick urine. By then Carnage had already brought himself to his feet, surveying the black behemoth Hammer. Two giants in the same ring. The ref keeps an eye on both Hilton and Carnage and the puddle of urine. Buzz simply can’t stop laughing— “That kills me! It just kills me!” he says. The bell rings. The match begins…. Hilton eyes the puddle in disgust. Frisco and Candace scream at the top of their lungs as Dr. Androvski watches the two giants lock arms, vying for advantage. Their sinewy muscles rip as both push for leverage— Mike the Hammer Hilton breaks off and slips Carnage into a headlock, twisting hard. He spits out a bit of rough edges, wringing Carnage’s head even harder. Carnage drops back to the ropes and launches forward, tossing Hilton off— He goes, nearly slipping on the puddle of piss— Carnage aims for a clothesline but misses to the Hammer’s head drop. Carnage turns, waiting for him to swing back from the ropes. Like a missile, Hilton rockets toward him with a forearm, nailing the beast on the head. The maniac’s frame falls flat on Yagoo’s urine, much to Hilton’s shock and dismay. Buzz laughs again. The crowd goes nuts. Hilton backs off, unpleased at the piss coating Carnage’s back. He gets up, even madder than before—either by Hilton or Yagoo’s urine, who knows. With mixed anger and a need to retch, Hilton begs Carnage to not even come near him— Carnage doesn’t listen. Ernie covers his face, moaning at the sight of the masked monster’s back. He snatches Hilton by the neck. The look on his face is like the brink of blowing chunks. Hilton mashes his face up. Carnage doesn’t care. He holds onto Hilton’s head and then launches him like a shot put. The Hammer’s body sails around for a second and then smashes on the canvas— Onto the puddle of piss. Buzz laughs again, rolling over. Hilton rolls away from the sticky liquid, freaking out. He peers over to see Yagoo chuckling like a madman. All it does is fuel Hilton’s haze of fury. More of the heaving panther rises in him. Carnage approaches like a shadow of night. But Hilton rises like the burning sun. And they trade massive blows, one after the other. The crowd chants numbers, one, two, three— FOUR, FIVE, SIX! From the looks, neither giant wavers. Then Hilton seems to pick up wind, nailing a few blows onto Carnage’s cranium. The maniac steps back as the Hammer steps forward. He switches to chops. The snap of flesh rings across the arena. The crowd howls at the sound of it. More chops, more chops— Carnage snaps forward each time, shielding his chest. He drops back to the turnbuckle to keep himself on his feet as Hilton switches to a few kicks into the mid-section. The ref steps in and counts—Hilton pushes too far. He doesn’t let up, though— Carnage forces the let-up, somehow driving him back with his massive chunky hands. Hilton, eyes wide, watches as Carnage approaches as if those punches, chops and kicks never fazed him. The big beast grabs the Hammer by the head and jams the elbow a few times, knocking his brains out. Hilton staggers each time. He drops back to the turnbuckle as Carnage throws his head back, his wild hair tossing sweat and urine. Holding onto Hilton’s arm, he pulls and tosses the Hammer across the way. Hilton’s back smashes into the opposing turnbuckle followed by Carnage’s cleaving spear into the gut. Buzz almost felt the intestinal tract turn into oatmeal. Carnage’s shoulder blade, emphasis on ‘blade’, nearly cut through Hilton. His legs buckle, still propped on the turnbuckle, reeling in pain. Off in the corner of the chamber, Candace screams, trying to shake the cage. Carnage then gets the Hammer up more onto the turnbuckle, gripping his neck— He choke slams the Hammer down onto the sticky mat. Hilton arches his back in pain, rolling over, reaching for the lower back, banging the canvas with his foot. Carnage tosses him up to his level and grapples him. Presses him. He gets Hilton into a bear hug. The sound of the bones bending, grinding— It charges the crowd with energy, fear. Just the sight of Carnage does that, too. But the look on Hilton’s face, feeling the back start to go numb, bending. Breaking…. Tears start to fall from Candace’s eyes as she watches. “My God, who can stop Carnage? Who?” says Ernie. “Come on, don’t count the Hammer out, don’t count him out!” The crowd grows louder as they see the Hammer’s deep panther eyes shoot open wide. The tendons in his neck stretch as he pushes with his arms, trying to make room for air. Carnage, like a python, doesn’t let go. He doesn’t stop the press. He’s like a machine. A killing machine— Only, unfortunately, the ten-minute countdown drops to seconds. It may be Hilton’s saving grace. Only twenty seconds left. The crowd hears the last seconds. They cheer louder. The YoungGun Demetrius Young in his pod revs up. He spits out some saliva. 10, 9, 8, 7— Hilton glances over in agony at Dem’s pod. The look in his eyes makes everyone wonder if he’ll be glad that Dem’s coming out. 3, 2, 1! The bell sounds off and Dem’s pod opens up— But instead of strafing toward Carnage and Hilton, Dem crouches behind Carnage like a cheetah hunting prey. He waits. He waits to see if Carnage puts Hilton to sleep. Some of the crowd boos. Hilton wavers. His arms turn into noodles. His eyes roll in the back of his head. He fights it but slowly loses it. Too little oxygen. Carnage presses harder. Harder. Harder…. Harder. The ref watches closely. He peers into Hilton’s face, seeing if the 3-count hovers over the horizon. Hilton rests on Carnage’s bear hug. Knocked out, it seems. Quickly, the ref takes the Hammer’s arm, lifting it up— ONE! He motions for the 1-count, lifts Hammer’s arm again— TWO! He again motions, this time for the 2-count. One last time. One last time and Mike the Hammer Hilton is the first man out. Dem still hides beneath the weeds, waiting to strike. The ref lifts Hilton’s arm, drops it— And it wavers…. It wavers…. It hovers a bit. The Hammer fights. The adrenaline rushes. The crowd goes absolutely nuts. The air electrifies. The arena shakes. Hilton clenches his fist. His body shakes. Carnage presses harder. Hilton’s fist never lets go. Hilton himself…never lets go. Clenching in a fist, he wills power into his arm, still feeling the lack of blood flow, the lack of oxygen. He wills enough to drive to jam the fist into Carnage’s temple. He has to break him off somehow. Hilton aims for Carnage, driving his knuckles into the temple. The snap of bone on bone causes the crowd to cringe. “I told ya”—said Buzz—“don’t count the Hammer out, man!” Carnage doesn’t let go. Like a ravenous python waiting to devour, he doesn’t let go. But Hilton doesn’t stop. The more strikes into the temple, the more adrenaline pumps into him. His eyes go wide. Veins pop on his neck. He keeps striking dead on. Right in the temple— Suddenly, Carnage breaks the hold and Hilton drops like a rag doll, worn out from the lack of oxygen. And without a breath’s moment, Dem tosses himself, locks legs right around Carnage’s neck and whips himself over and around— The big beastly maniac somehow sails around, landing on his back. Dem snaps back up, catching Hilton staggering up— The YoungGun looks to Carnage, also getting up— Dem launches himself toward Hilton and snaps one kick right across the face, the other leg sticking Carnage right in the sternum. Somehow, Dem flies enough to land both easily, landing on both feet. The two giants drop, shaking the canvas. The crowd goes crazy. Close to one turnbuckle, Hilton reels. Dem throws himself up on the turnbuckle for a high-flying move. Wasting no time— He saults over, but Hilton sees it coming, wiping his face off— He snatches Dem right off, grapples the Slovakian, hanging upside down, jams him into a brainbuster. The crowd screams— “WOW!” says Buzz. “WOW!” Spent, Hilton rolls over, taking so many breaths that it seems his lungs will pop out of his ribcage. Carnage gets up, unfazed it seems— He approaches both Young and Hilton like a hungry shark. “Uh-oh…. Uh-oh….” says Ernie. “Not good, not good.” Carnage gets Hilton and Dem up, throws both of them on his shoulders, Dem on one, Hilton on the other— And he power slams both of them at the same time. The crowd almost goes silent, never seeing such a thing. Buzz’s silence almost deafens, too. Carnage wipes his sticky hair back, sauntering forward. He motions to pin Hilton, hooking a leg. The ref counts down…. ONE, TWO…. And the Hammer’s hand reaches for the sky. The crowd loses all sanity, screaming off the top of their lungs. Carnage rolls over, that maniacal temper rising. Hilton won’t give up. He just won’t give up. Carnage snatches Hilton by the chin, lifting him up. He tosses him to the ropes and jams a big boot right into the face. The Hammer careens over, falling face first. Carnage sees Dem staggering up and catches the high flyer off, pressing a boot down on the lower back. He secures a camel clutch. Right away, the young Slovakian looks like a pretzel, back bending inhumanely. Carnage’s massive hands pull Dem’s head back as if his neck will snap right off. The look is so hideous that Giada Romio averts her eyes. And then the countdown…. The last countdown…. Baboo Yagoo hops up and down like a maniac, waiting for the pod to open. 15, 14, 13, 12, 11— Hilton stirs, reaching for something not there. Carnage’s massive boot made him see stars. He sees Yagoo, though. And he shakes off the cobwebs. He’s had it. He’s not going to let a crazed lunatic like Yagoo get the drop on him. 4, 3, 2, 1! The bell sounds off, Yagoo’s pod opens up, he charges in— Hilton takes a deep breath, meeting the cockney with a flurry of punches. Yagoo follows in with his own right back. The brawl brings a bloodlust to the crowd. Hilton gets fired up. He overpowers Yagoo with more of his punches. His knuckles smack the Hitcher right between the eyes each time, sending the Nutjob back into the ropes. Hilton takes Yagoo by the forearm and tosses him toward the ropes. Yagoo bounds back, and Hilton throws himself into a dropkick square in Yagoo’s jaw. Yagoo’s body snaps straight back, careening forward, feet first— Right into the back of Carnage’s head. Breaking his camel clutch. The force of Yagoo’s driving feet sends the monster into the cage, his cranium planted on the steel. Dem’s upper body drops like a newspaper. Giada Romio lets out a breath. Carnage staggers up, confused at the pounding in the back of his brain. Hilton snaps up, enraged. Dem rolls away, trying to catch a break— Four men in the same ring. Four men hungering for the title. Carnage shakes off the pain and dives for Hilton, spearing him down, gripping him by the head…and tossing him up by the neck! Hilton comes crashing down face first— Dem staggers forward, gripping the small of his back—but he heaves—he has to try—he has to focus— The Reflection of Perfection tosses himself atop Carnage’s shoulders, twisting over and forcing the monster down hard, hooking the legs and planting all the leverage down to the mat, the monster’s back flat down— Buzz screams in disbelief—“Oh, my God, oh, my God, he nailed it—The Young Virus, the Young Virus!” Dem secures the Young Virus down— The ref flies over, counts— 1, 2, 3! The 3-count seems to echo across the arena as the crowd howls in amazement as the YoungGun actually holds down the massive beast Carnage— They howl too soon, seeing Yagoo throw in the Tree of Woe, bounding forward into Dem’s open face. The Hitcher’s feet plant deep into Dem’s cheek— The strike cracks a jaw it seems, spit flying out as the YoungGun crumbles to the mat— Immediately, the Hitcher giggles madly, bounding for the top turnbuckle and launching himself for the sickening Splat!— Demetrius Young’s body vanishes underneath the sickly green haze of the Hitcher, Baboo Yagoo. Giada Romio screams. Yagoo covers. The ref dives in and counts down. 1, 2, 3! Dem’s out. Two on two— Mike the “Hammer” Hilton crouches, still reeling from Carnage’s crushing spear. Yagoo turns and faces the Hammer with freakish eyes— They stare each other down. “This is it, Ernie!” says Buzz. The crowd literally stands on their feet—Baboo Yagoo, the “Hitcher”—and Mike the “Hammer” Hilton—winner holds the title, victor wins the prized gold. “Down to two,” says Ernie. “Look at the fear in Hilton’s eyes. Look!” “Give me a break, come on! Give me a break! Hilton’s not backing down!” Hilton grits his teeth—both in pain and fervor. Refs usher Carnage and Young out of the ring quickly as Yagoo and Hilton continue to stare each other down. Drool drips down Yagoo’s funky bottom lip, eyes glazing over as a hyena glazing over bloody meat. Hilton gets to his feet, heaving. He speaks out, jabbing his finger at the Hitcher. The Hitcher laughs madly— Hilton charges only to meet a raking of the eyes—Yagoo sidesteps away as Hilton reaches for his eyes, his head slamming into the cage. It busts Hilton wide open. Blood spurts out. Yagoo takes advantage, circling him. The Hitcher’s eyes glaze over even more at the sight of the staggering Hammer. Candace and Frisco shudder at the sight. The worry mounts. Hilton wavers— Yagoo chops Hilton right in the throat— The crowd screams in shock as the Hammer reaches for his neck. Blood drips down his eyes. He chokes at the strike—almost like breaking his voice box. Yagoo chops him again—only harder— The crazy Hitcher cackles as he aims a knuckle into the open gash in Hilton’s head, jamming it in. The look on Yagoo’s face intensifies as he seems to relish in the feel of open flesh. His knuckle drinks in the blood. Hilton screams so loud that he drowns out the crowd. He shakes feverishly. Yagoo pulls the knuckle back and gnaws at the same wound, shocking Hilton terribly— The Hitcher, effectively, starts ripping him apart. Literally. Hilton drops on his back, shaking his legs as the Hitcher actually feasts on his flesh. Candace screams and cries, banging on the cage. Banging. Banging. “Dear God, dear God! Someone stop the match! Yagoo’s gone crazy! Yagoo’s gone mad!” says Buzz. Hilton’s thrashing gradually turns to quivering, legs quivering. He convulses. Yagoo suddenly releases, blood dripping down his mouth. He smiles devilishly. He stares down the turnbuckle. He hungers for a Splat! A giant Splat! The crowd, still on their feet, freak out in screams. Yagoo motions for the turnbuckle. Hilton’s body, still quivering, lays flat in the center of the ring. An open target, a vulnerable piece of meat waiting to be devoured. The Hitcher crawls up to the top turnbuckle, ready for the Splat! “Oh, God, oh, God, move Hammer, move! Move! Move!” says Buzz. “Come on, Wobley, come on, Hammer’s finished!” “He’s not, he’s not!” Yagoo cackles again, seconds away from launching himself onto a finished Hammer Hilton, still quivering slightly— Bits of his blood, already staining the mat, seem to prophesize the demise of the great Hammer Hilton as Yagoo raises his arms up— And launches himself into the air, spread eagle. “NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!” says Buzz. Yagoo’s splash carries down, down—down, from high up, down— And at the last second— Hilton thrusts his knees up. Yagoo meets the bone and muscle right in the face, cracking a nose. Hilton rolls over as Yagoo spins out, kicking his legs madly. The shock of the strike by the knees shatters more than his nose. Hilton bounds up, still woozy. Blood runs down his mouth. He holds onto the ropes as Yagoo still kicks the canvas with a boot, his face aching with searing pain. Hilton fights to regain balance. He holds on hard. He focuses. He blinks several times. He licks his own blood. The crowd’s incessant howling lacerates into his agony, cutting deep into the rage. Their chants— Their deep, constant chants, sounding off— HAMMER! HAMMER! HAMMER! HAMMER! He holds on. He has to move fast before Yagoo catches wind. He can’t lose momentum. He has to fight the fierce imbalance, the shaking. The blood still runs down. He looks like vision getting hazy, constantly blinking. He staggers over to Yagoo, relatively limp and loopy. Hilton grits his teeth. He needs to go for it. He needs to end it. He needs to finish it. Buzz gasps. “Oh, my God, my God, Hammer’s goin’ for it. Hammer’s goin’ for it.” “Is he gonna do what I think he’s gonna do?” says Ernie. “Oh, my God, he is, oh, my God, he is. He is!” With all the pain, the aching back, the pounding head, the warm blood, the lack of oxygen. He blinks again, fighting hard to pull every ounce of strength for what he needs to do. Yagoo stirs. Hilton grits his teeth, grappling the Hitcher as hard as possible, lifting him up! F-5 down to the ground. And down hard. The crowd becomes the mayhem of Monday Night Mayhem. Hilton rolls over on his back, dying for breaths. Yagoo remains motionless. The ref surveys both wrestlers. Slowly, Hilton reaches over—places a hand on Yagoo’s chest— The ref spots it. The crowd stands up again, waiting for the count. “Hilton’s got it, Hilton’s got it!” says Buzz. “No he doesn’t, no he doesn’t!” says Ernie. ONE! “He’s got it!” says Buzz. TWO! Already, the crowd chants with the ref’s count. Hilton does all he can to keep a hand on Yagoo’s chest. Keeping the pin. The ref’s hand comes down…. KA SPLAT! “What the hell? Carnage has returned to the match!” Buzz screams as the ACW resident maniac attacks the Hammer. Carnage wildly stomps on Hilton’s already busted open head, driving it hard onto the canvas as he kicks him again and again in the temple. The referee quickly asserts himself…moving between Carnage and the Hammer as he struggles to separate the two. “Carnage has just screwed the Hammer over…Hilton had the match won!” Ernie screams. Yagoo desperately crawls to make a cover on the Hammer, hooking his leg as the referee leads Carnage out of the chamber. “It can’t end like this…Yagoo could steal this!” The referee returns to action, quickly dropping on the floor as he counts the pin. ONE! TWO! THREE! “I don’t believe it!” Buzz roars. “Yagoo is the ACW World champion!” BOOOOOOO!!! Buzz leaps up. Candace and Frisco scream in stunned shock, watching in disbelief as the referee rests the new ACW World title belt on Yagoo’s chest. “Amazing turn of events…Carnage getting involved…I’m speechless!” Buzz offers as the crowd loudly voice their disapproval. “There will be hell to pay no doubt over this…I have no idea how this is going to play out but the next few days are certainly going to be interesting ones!” Frisco and Candace rush into the ring, checking on the blood splattered Hammer. The camera closes with a close up of the bloodied Yagoo—holding the ACW World title in his hands as Monday Night Mayhem fades to black. CREDITS Elimination Chamber match by Pierre Roustan Crystal vs Maia Lopez written by Ace Masters |
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