:The show gives way to another commercial break before returning, launching right into the next match of the evening.::

 

::The guitars of PoisonBlack's "Rush" start up with a dissonant chord but quickly progress to the melody, the curtain area goes dark and a blacklight effect pulses against the heavy curtain and makes the steel of the stage glow purplish before the curtain parts and Devon Mayhem appears. He moves to the center of the stage, arms cross before him and his head is down, longish black hair curtaining his face and as the verse begins he looks up and raises his arms out to the side. The Tron behind him is black before various clips run of him in interviews, training, and talking smack.::

 

HL:  "Ladies and gentlemen, now coming to the ring from Indianapolis, Indiana. Standing  6'2" and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the United States Heavyweight Champion--DEVOOOOOON MAYHEM!" 

 

RJ: "Well folks, there's our United States champion as this tag team matchup gets started.  Kind of weird for the champions to be introduced first, isn't it Mitch?" 

 

MS: "Yeah well, you know how it is--better to get the trash out of the way first, I always say." 

 

RJ: "You've NEVER said that.  Not once." 

 

"I was down, now flying... going nowhere fast
There's no denying I need this feeling to last
I breathe in and get higher and the ache fades from sharp to dull
The knives of desire... I feel them all..."

::He moves to the top of the ramp and then brings his arms up over his head as a burst of pyro comes up in a shower of white and purple sparks, he leaps through these and heads down the ramp, white and purple lights running down as he moves at a good clip towards the ring, hazel eyes intent until he reaches the base of the ramp.::

"A thousand cuts still leave me cold
Give me more this soul's been sold and I hope this time I won't wake up dead"

::Devon grins deviously then as he reaches for any hands, slapping them and blowing kisses at the ladies while mocking their dates, running the full way around the ring until he comes up to the area even with the ramp again, charging the apron and sliding in under the bottom rope to the center of the ring, and popping up to turn slowly in the middle of the ring.:: 

"Cause you're feeding the fire within me
Cause you're making it real for awhile
Cause it's truly the end of the suffering and I'm drowning in this rush!"

::He will then slip out of his trench, handing it down to a ringworker while passing the U.S. title off to the referee as he turns to face the ramp, waiting on his partner's arrival.::

 

::The lights dim and pyrotechnic explosions burst, sending the crowd into a frenzy as the classic Judas Priest song “You’ve Got Another Thing Coming” begins to play over the arena’s PA System. Kaylyn Vaude comes walking from behind the curtain and the fans begin to boo immediately, though not quite all of them. More than a few cheers were in the mix as the woman everyone now truly knew comes to stand in the middle of the stage for a moment before making her way down the ramp. That World Women's Championship title around her waist proudly.::

 

HL: "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Mayhem's partner.  Now making her way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, she stands 5'6" and weighs in tonight at 120 pounds....she is the World Women's champion--KAYLYN VAAAAUDE!" 


“One life I'm gonna live it up
I'm takin' flight I said I'll never get enough
Stand tall I'm young and kinda proud
I'm on top as long as the music's loud

If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by
You're thinkin' like a fool cause it's a case of do or die
Out there is a fortune waitin' to be had
You think I'll let it go you're mad
You've got another thing comin'!”

::Kaylyn casts her eyes from side to side, offering smirking expressions to her detractors an incline of the head towards the few that sung her praises, pausing half-way to the ring to soak in more of the reactions.:: 

“That's right here's where the talkin' ends
Well listen this night there'll be some action spent
Drive hard I'm callin' all the shots
I got an ace card comin' down on the rocks!”

::Kaylyn walks to the apron and pulls herself up onto it via the middle rope. Posing briefly just to get a rise out of the crowd, she hooks her arms around the top rope and flips gracefully back into the ring, taking a moment to toss her head back, clearing her hair out of the way. Stepping towards the corner and turnbuckles, she climbs up onto the middle rope and takes one last look at the audience as she takes her title from around her waist and raises it into the air.:: 

“Oh so hot no time to take a rest yeah
Act tough ain't room for second best
Real strong got me some security
Hey I'm a big smash I'm goin' for infinity yeah"

::Jumping down she stands there removing her jacket and tossing it to the side as she awaits the match to get underway, after handing the title to the referee. ::

 

RJ: "Both champions looking impressive in recent weeks.  Devon of course  came up short on that last encounter he had with the World Champion..."

 

MS: "But that's to be expected.  Snake is the World champion for a reason, Robbie, and this little pup just got a lesson from the meanest dog in the junkyard one week ago." 

 

RJ: "But this 'young pup' gave the champ a run for his money, did he not?" 

 

MS: "Of course not!  Snake had it under control from bell to bell.  He could've ended it whenever he wanted to!" 

 

RJ: "You must've been watching a different match than I was." 

 

::Nelly's "Number One" queues up over the PA system as spotlights of purple and blue line along the ramp moving to the top of the entrance with soft white accent lights lined along the edges. Just before the music gets into the main beat, she appears and pyro technics line the stage entrance in white. Sparks come down from the ceiling as a backdrop behind her. She raises her arms up in a Y formation and grins. Offering a wave to the fans on either side, she struts with a noticeable sway in her hip line and keeps her focus on the stage as she heads down the ramp.::

 

HL:  "And introducing their challengers.  First, from Las Vegas, Nevada!  She stands 5'8" and weighs in today at 157 pounds, MICHEALINAAAAA SUMMERS!" 

 

MS:  "Any relation to Scott Summers?" 

 

RJ: "Who?" 

 

MS: "You know, Cyclops!  That guy that shoots the lasers from his eyes from the X-Men?" 

 

RJ: "I'm not even going to touch that.  At all." 


MS: "Really?  That bad, huh?" 

 

RJ:  "Terrible.  You should take yourself a time out for it." 

 

::Getting into the ring, she'll climb one foot to the second rope near a ring post, use it as leverage as she cartwheels over the post and lands in the ring. She'll wave to the crowd in that direction and smile, then head to the center of the ring to await the arrival of her partner::

 

::A rapid, staccato guitar riff hits as green and blue lasers and strobes flash in time with the blue and green sound wave visuals against a black background on the tron.:: 

“Scum of the Earth
Come on!”

HL: "Introducing her partner, from Eerie, Pennsylvania, and escorted to the ring by his sister, Tee, he stands 6'3" and weighs in at 239 pounds....MIIIIIIIKE VOLAND!" 

 

::Mike Voland erupts out of the curtain behind a massive flash of pyro and does a quick frontflip. As he lands he straightens and throws his head back, whipping his long black hair overhead and throwing up both arms to flip a pair of middle fingers at the world in general. Tee walks out of the curtain behind him with a pair of upraised middle fingers of her own as Mike hops up and down to the rapid guitars before charging at the ring as the first verse begins.::

 

RJ: "Ever the charming young lady.  You think she made it all the way through charm school with an attitude like that, Mitchell?" 

 

MS: "Charm school?  Hell, I wonder if her Probation Officer knows she's left the state!" 

 

“Yeah
Run and kill
Destroy the will
A hero that doesn't exist
Yeah
Smoking gun
Well I am the one
A bullet hole
In your fist
Yeah”

::Mike charges the ring and dives under the bottom rope while Tee follows at a quick walk, taunting and shouting at the crowd while making various rude gestures as she makes her way to Mike's corner. In the ring Mike jumps up and stands on the top turnbuckle and tucks his shades into the inside pocket of his trench coat before taking it off and dropping it outside the ring::

“Hey, I'm breathing
Hey, I'm bleeding
Hey, I'm screaming
Scum of the earth
Come on!”

::Mike pulls his shirt off and starts to ball it up.  Devon Mayhem makes some off handed comment towards Tee, blowing her a kiss.  Tee responds, promptly, by giving Devon a one-finger salute in stereo.  Holding his chest, Devon pretends to be devastated before returning the gesture, causing the crowd to pop early on.::

 

RJ: "Ha!  Looks like there's no love loss between those two!" 

 

MS: "Yeah, well you know how it is:  Tee Voland is just a very selective woman, and Devon Mayhem isn't the caliber of scumbag she's used to." 


::As the bell rings, Mayhem’s attention turns to Voland.  With a smirk, he closes in to lock up with the Demon of the Skies but Voland, the veteran, unceremoniously throws his wadded up t-shirt into the face of the United States champion.  Following it up quickly with a frantic point to Devon’s corner to distract the referee—successfully—Voland lands a kick squarely below the belt of one Devon Mayhem.::

MS: “That’s my boy Voland!  Look at that strategy, Robbie!” 

RJ: “Strategy?  You mean when he pulled the old ‘Look over there!’ move and then kicked Devon Mayhem in the junk?  Oh, he’s the next Napoleon!” 

::Voland’s kick through the uprights brings a case of the spaghetti legs to Devon Mayhem and draws the sympathy from ever member of the male demographic in house.  As Devon falls to his knees, Mike applies a front facelock and throws his weight back, driving Devon’s face into the mat with a hard DDT.  Wasting no time, the ‘Demon’ floats over and hooks a leg, trying to end this one quick.::

RJ: “Quick cover by Voland:  One, two…nope!” 

MS: “There’s a kickout by Mayhem.  I guess the kid’s got more fight than we thought.” 

RJ: “And there’s typical arrogant Voland behavior there, showboating.”

MS: “There’s nothing wrong with a little celebration after a good play, Robbie!  Would you rather we lock that down and be just like the NFL?” 

RJ: “I don’t think we’d be in business that long if we did!” 

MS: “True!” 

::Voland pops up to his feet after the kickout and smirks, throwing a couple of middle fingers out at the hissing, booing crowd.  Turning his attention back to the rising Devon Mayhem, Voland teases a straight kick, but instead goes for flash.  Hitting the ropes on the far side, he charges in with a head of steam and throws himself into a hard spinning heel kick that Mayhem sidesteps.  Sailing by harmlessly, Voland hits the canvas hard and his opponent, now recovered, is on him.  Firing off a stiff knife edge chop that echoes through the building, the crowd responds with a loud ‘WOOOOO!’, and repeat the cry when Devon fires in another.  Taking Voland by the back of the head, Mr. Mayhem introduces him the hard way to the turnbuckles.  With Voland cornered, as it were, Mayhem begins to lay a few boot shots into his gut.  The referee begins to admonish him, but soon vanishes…::

RJ: “What the…?  Where’s th—hey!  Tee Voland!” 

MS: “Looking out for her kinfolk, Rob-O!  That’s right Tee, give him a break!” 

::As Tee jumps onto the apron to distract the referee and read him the riot act about…well, whatever Tee’s reading him the riot act about, Mayhem notices that there is no official in his vicinity.  Going to investigate, he turns around and yells at both the female Voland and the zebra.  While turning around, however, he catches a thumb to his eye, courtesy of the opportunistic Mike Voland.::

RJ: “What a blatant cheap shot!” 

MS: “What?  It ain’t cheatin’ ‘til the ref sees it, Jonesie!” 

RJ: “That’s ridiculous!” 

MS: “Nope!  That’s strategy!” 

::Mayhem staggers to the side, walking along the ropes and, through the temporary blindness, manages to find his partner and tags her hand.  The referee immediately calls for Voland’s partner to enter the ring.::

RJ: “Intergender rules, Mitch, so that means it’s time for the ladies to lock up.” 

MS: “Out with the sausage party, in with the chick fight!” 

RJ: “Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t that get the CRAP kicked out of you last week?” 

MS: “Careful, Jones:  The last person that disrespected me on live TV got a death sentence.  You don’t want to wrestle Snake after he kills the Tick Feeder, do you?” 

RJ: “No, no I do not.” 

::Voland is quick to hook Mayhem, though with a quick front facelock and vertical suplex lift.  However, instead of crashing backward to the mat, Voland drops forward, hanging up the U.S. champion on the top rope.  With a little running start, Voland takes Mr. Mayhem by the hair and drops to the mat, nailing a picture perfect single knee facebreaker that catapults Mayhem backwards and to the floor outside.  Pressing the advantage, Voland takes the top rope and slingshots himself over in a somersault, landing a big splash on Mr. Mayhem.  The fans go wild, and Kaylyn Vaude takes her place by the referee, bending a finger to beckon her opponent on.::

MS: “There it is!  The champ says ‘come get it’!  I love it!” 

::The two women meet face to face in the middle of the ring.  There’s a staredown between the champion and the newcomer, with Kaylyn reading Michealina the riot act, punctuating whatever statement she made with, ‘YOU’LL NEVER SURVIVE HERE.’  Summers smirks and fires off a stiff slap that stuns the Women’s Champion.  Astonished,Kaylyn fires off a response, throwing a stiff slap back at Michealina that rocks the ‘rookie’ back on her heels.  A quick, snapping front kick doubles the champion over, andMichealina fires her off to the ropes with a hard irish whip…that is reversed by Vaude.  As Michealina comes back on her return, Vaude drops down just a little too soon andSummers telegraphs it with a sudden, stiff kick that almost takes the champion off her feet!  Windmilling, rocking on her heels Michealina goes back to the ropes, shooting herself off quickly and on the rebound zeroes in with a flying leg lariat…that Kaylyn Vaude telegraphs herself, bridging backwards with a Matrix-type evasion.::

RJ: “Wow!  What a clinic put on by these two women!  Another example of just why our Women’s division in the ACW is top notch, Mitchell, and why their TALENT is first and foremost.” 

MS: “Oh, I’ll say.  If Kaylyn can bend like that in the ring, just imag—“

RJ: “SILENCE!” 

::The champion is quick to press her advantage and half-drags, half-lifts Michealina to the corner.  Throwing her into the turnbuckles, Vaude drives a couple of back elbows into the woman’s head before stepping back, grabbing the top rope and slamming her foot into Summers’ windpipe, causing the newcomer to flail wildly as she is choked.  Kaylynlaughs, taunting her opponent and telling her to ‘COME ON!’ repeatedly.  The referee gets to four before Vaude releases the choke, and smirks, telling him to ‘mind his ownbusiness’.  She steps back however and crosses the ring, measuring up a dazed and physically worn Summers.  She ‘sights in’ Michealina before giving a charge across the ring, and at the last moment, snaps her foot up with a running kick aimed at the side of her opponent’s head…but, at the last second, Michaelina dives to the side, hanging up Kaylynon the top turnbuckle.::

RJ: “Well that didn’t pay off at all.”

MS: “No sh –censored!-, Sherlock!” 

RJ: “LANGUAGE!” 

MS: “Hey, it’s alright!  We’re on Sirius, right?” 

RJ: “NO!” 

MS: “…..oh, sh –censored!-“

::Kaylyn staggers backwards, and right into the waiting arms of Michealina Summers.  Poised, the upstart scoops up Kaylyn over her shoulder, charges in a few steps and drops her from her shoulder, but the champion manages, at the last second, to wriggle out and drop behind her.  Shoving Michaelina chest first into the top turnbuckle, the former Kelsia Vector rolls her up quick and props her feet onto the middle rope for extra leverage.  The referee, not seeing the cheap shot, drops to count.::

RJ: “She’s got the rope!  Feet on the rope, and the referee doesn’t see it!  Damnit, Mitchell, Vaude’s going to steal another win!” 

MS: “Hahaha!  It ain’t cheatin’ ‘til you get caught, Robbie, and there’s the one, two, three!” 

::The referee drops into position, and sure enough, counts three.  Signaling Heather Lee, the ring announcers lifts her microphone as Kaylyn rolls from the ring.  Voland and Mayhem slide into the other side, both men arguing with the referee:  Voland explaining that Vaude cheated, and Mayhem defending her ‘integrity’.::

HL: “Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners:  KAYLYN VAUDE AND DEVOOOON…”

::From the back, another referee comes sprinting down the ramp.  Sliding into the ring, the new official confers with the zebra.  Pointing to the big screen, he waves his hands frantically as there’s a delay.::

RJ: “Folks, it looks like there’s a second official who saw things from a different angle.  Apparently, our senior official wasn’t in position to see the feet on the ropes from Ms.Vaude.::

MS: “God, Robbie, I HATE it when these Dudley Do-Rights come and interfere in our matchups!” 

::Finally, the production truck rolls the footage from the camera taping outside the ring.  The feed clearly shows the feet on the ropes, and slows the footage down to a screencap, clearly showing the blatant cheap rollup.::

RJ: “Well!  Looks like Ms. Vaude went to the wheelhouse one too many times and now she’s been caught with her hand in the cookie jar!” 

::The zebra officiating the match looks at Vaude and yells something before leaning across the top rope to speak to Heather Lee, who promptly lifts her microphone::

HL: “Ladies and gentlemen, due to the footage brought to the attention of referee Ron Hall, this match will be RESTARTED!” 

MS: “D’oh!” 

::Michealina Summers slaps Voland on the shoulder and grins, before sliding outside underneath the bottom rope and takes the fight to Kaylyn Vaude.  Attacking her from behind, Michealina rams her head into the announce table and chases her around the ring, driving her headfirst into the barricade.  The three men—Voland, Mayhem, and official Ron Hall—watch for a moment, as the women take the brawl to the outside.  Tee shouts, getting her brother’s attention and shaking him from his daze.  Shrugging, he gives herthe finger and spins Mayhem around, firing off a leaping enziugiri.  Rolling onto the flattened Mayhem, Voland drops down to cover, but once again, only gets a two count.  Frustrated, he berates referee Hall, who only shrugs and reassures him that it was a two count, showing him two fingers.::

RJ: “No matter how hard you try, you just can’t make two into three.” 

MS: “Lay off the funny stuff, Jones, that’s my schtick.” 

::As Voland picks up Mayhem, he hooks him again for a front facelock.  Lifting him up with a vertical suplex, Mayhem kicks his feet wildly to bring himself back down to a vertical base.  Trying once again, Voland’s attempt at a suplex is blocked.  Firing off two stiff right hands to Mike’s side, Devon breaks the hold and, after giving Mike the famous ‘Voland greeting’, kicks him in the stomach and locks him into a standing headscissors and hooks his arms.::

RJ: “My God, it looks like the Mayhem Bomb is en route!” 

MS: “Yeah, everybody duck and cover.  Incoming.” 

RJ: “You don’t sound so excited, Mitch!” 

MS: “You think that’s because…..I’m not?  C’mon Tee, do your job!” 

::Playing to the fans, Mayhem looks first to his right, then to his left, smirking.  Spotting his partner, Kaylyn, who is now in control of Michealina.  Vaude lands a thumb to the eyes of Summers, and shoves her headfirst into the ringpost from the outside.  Staggering over to the announce table, she gets Devon’s attention and lifts up his United Statestitle.  Spotting this—and knowing how Kaylyn Vaude operates—Tee Voland leaps onto the apron to distract the referee again, grabbing the zebra by the shirt and pointing back to the ring and doing her best to intimidate the man.  Sliding the belt underneath the bottom rope, she yells for Devon to “GET IT!”.  Opting to finish things his way, Mayhem lifts Voland up into the air with the double underhook powerbomb…::

RJ: “Mayhem Bomb!  This one’s done when the Demon of the Skies comes crashing back down!” 

::…though he wasted a little too much time.  Voland rotates his body backward, locking his legs around Devon’s head and flipping him over with a headscissors.  Mayhem impacts, bounces off of the mat, and rolls back to a knee.  Mike, however, has snagged the United States title and is poised and, as Devon approaches to press his advantage, Voland turns suddenly and cracks Mr. Mayhem squarely between the eyes with the title.  Tossing it to the side, Tee drops down once she sees her brother with the pinfall and moves to help Michealina cut off Kaylyn Vaude, who is desperately trying to enter the ring to break up the count.::

MS: “Teamwork at its finest!” 

::The official drops down and counts three.  Voland rolls off of his motionless opponent and slides out from the ring, backing up the ramp quickly as he grins and “Scum of the Earth” queues up over the sound system::

RJ: “Damnit!  Voland screws someone out of another hard earned victory!” 

MS: “What match were YOU watching?  Mayhem’s arrogant little attitude cost him too much!”