HL: “This next match is a mixed tag team match, set for one fall!”


::There's a brief pause before the lights go up in green, orange and white to mimic the colors of the Irish flag which appears on the ACW-Tron as “Alcohol” by the Dropkick Murphys blares out through the arena's PA system. Classically-styled golden lettering bursts into place over the flag, alternating between “Declan O'Farrell” and “Celtic Hammer” before launching into a montage of video spots detailing his work in the ring and the octagon. As the song gets fully underway, the man himself steps out onto the stage, giving himself a few smacks to get the adrenaline pumping before he throws his arms up and lets out a battle cry, bursts of green and orange pyrotechnics going off at the gesture.::


"We're gonna die when the sun comes up

We'll drink it until we drop

My blood's one-hundred-proof

We're gonna stumble, twist and crawl

With 99 beers on the wall

I'd rather drink than -bleep-!"


::Pounding both fists against his chest, Declan stalks down the ramp with a wild grin on his face, his wrestling gear the same as it was in the promo from the previous week: shorts-style trunks in black with white trim around the waist and the hem of each leg. Around the right leg is stylized flame and emblazoned upon the left is the Irish flag with 'Hammer' printed on the back.::


HL: “First, from Drogheda, Ireland, weighing 248 pounds...DECLAN O'FARRELL!”


"No doubt about it

Can't live without it

No doubt about it

I can't live without it, alcohol

Alcohol!"


::As he reaches the ring he grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up onto the apron, wiping each foot once before stepping in between the ropes and steps in against the ropes facing the crowd, stepping up on the middle and second strand and jawing with the ringside fans while daring them to come in and take a shot at him before he backs off and raises both fists into the air again. After a few moments, he drops down and backs into his corner, cracking his knuckles and keeping his eyes forward, a slight grin on his face as he awaits the start of the match.::


RJ: “Now THIS will be an interesting study in tag-team partner relationships. NONE of these four combatants like each other very much!”


MS: “Who cares about the wrestling? We've got Kaylyn in one corner, Dahlia in the other! I'm all set.”


::The arena goes black, and purple lighting seems to be coming from every direction flashing around as the instrumental to Stone Sour's 'Made of Scars' begins to play over the Arena's PA system. ::


“This one came from looking

This one opened twice

These two seem as smooth as silk, flush against my eyes

This one needed stitches and

This one came from rings

This one isn't even there, but I feel it more because you don't care."


::As the first lyrics burst through the lights all come to face center stage where a platform raises from under the floor and Kaylyn Vaude is standing on it. Once the platform is done raising to stage level the lights go haywire again flashing every which direction. The ovation is one of cheers for the star who once more was with ACW.::


HL: “And his tag team partner! From Brooklyn, New York, weighing 120 pounds...KAYLYN VAUDE!”


“Yeah, Cut right into me

Yeah, Cause I am Made Of Scars

Yes I am made of scars."


::As she moves down the ramp Chris Vaude comes out from behind the curtain and his longer strides have him caught up with her in no time as she stopped half way down the ramp.::


MS: “I never get tired of watching her walk to the ring, or wrestle, or speak...”


RJ: “Anything else?”


MS: “I'll let you know...all I know is that she lives up to her nickname very well.”


"This one had it coming

This one found a vein

This one was an accident, but never gave me pain

This one was my fathers and

This one you can't see

This one had me scared to death,

But I guess I should be glad I'm not dead!"


::A smile on her face showed how glad it was to be back once more and she lifted her hand waving to the fans in the arena. Taking a deep breath she turned and gave her husband a wink before he placed a kiss on her forehead and she then dashed down the rest of the ramp way and jumped onto the apron.::


“And I will find a way

Everything you are I will betray

Oooh, I swear that I will find a way

Everything you are's inside me"


::Turning to face the stage she hooked her arms over the top rope before smirking as she flipped back and came to stand in the ring. That smile grew once more as she listened to the ovation in the stands as she returned.::


“Yeah, Cut right into me

Yeah, Cause I am made of scars

Yes, I am made of scars


That's what I'm made of!"


::As the last lyrics of the song played out, and the lighting returned to its norm, Kaylyn focuses and awaits the match to start. The PA kicks on almost immediately after with the opening shredding notes of a viciously played guitar, as Soundgarden's "Pretty Noose" flows out over the sound system and the waiting crowd. There is a burst of silver and white pyro after that opening riff, shooting up from the floor and showering down from the ceiling, growing brighter and brighter in intensity. The pyro continues to go off in a shower of brilliance and sparks, and silhouetted against it now appears the powerful form of Hyena himself, his head down and his arms crossed. The wail and presence of the guitar takes off and he raises his head, unstrapping the title from around his waist and holding it up as he howls.::


RJ: “And here comes the Specialist Champion!”


MS: “And the world's premier mascot for extra-strength flea collars.”


"I caught the moon today

Pick it up and throw it away, all right

I got the perfect steal

A cleaner love with a dirty feel, all right

Fall out and take the bait

Eat the fruit and kiss the snake goodnight..."


::As he steps out of the sparks and overflow of the sheet of pyrotechnics, it is clear that Hyena is focused like the animalistic warrior he really is, a grimace of sheer vicious glee showing off those fangs of his even as he drapes the title over his shoulder with a slap of his hand upon it.::


HL: “And their opponents! First, from Miller's Crossing, Ohio, weighing 265 pounds...HYENA!”


"Common ruse, dirty face

Pretty noose sells pretty hate

And I don't like what you got me hanging from

And I don't like what you got me hanging from

And I don't like what you got me hanging from."


RJ: “The Manimal is moving with purpose tonight, Mitchell...perhaps looking to hurt Eric Donavan vicariously through his associate.”


MS: “Are you kidding? I've never heard such a stupid theory in my life! Hyena probably doesn't even know what vicariously means!”


RJ: “Neither do you.”


::He strides purposefully toward the ring, never lessening in his intensity until about mid-way down the ramp he charges forward, sliding in. Hyena takes a moment to stand on the turnbuckles and let out a savage howl while holding up the gold before turning a feral snarl and a razor-blade glare to the crowd, then he hops off, ready to rock and roll, tossing the strap to the referee.


Evanescence's “Missing” comes over the PA without words at first, as the stage went dark and the purple glow of black lights came up. The curtain shifts and then Dahlia is there, though before she steps out fully exposed the lights come up and you can see Carnage behind her.::


"Please, please forgive me,

But I won't be home again.

Maybe someday you'll look up,

And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:

Isn't something missing?"


MS: “Finally...the precious flower arrives for our viewing pleasure...”


RJ: “Oh-oh...I know that tone. Put a leash on it, tiger.”


::He holds out his arm, pointing towards the stage and he escorts her down the ramp while she almost skips to get to the ring. Her dark hair goes every-which way, her green eyes staring and wild, as if she can't really see what's in front of her until she gets to the ring. Carnage lifts her up at the hips, setting her on the apron as she does a full splits, a fast grin coming to her blackened lips::


HL: “And his tag team partner! From Pine Ridge, Florida, weighing 130 pounds...DAHLIA!”


"Even though I'm the sacrifice,

You won't try for me, not now.

Though I'd die to know you love me,

I'm all alone.

Isn't someone missing me?


And if I bleed, I'll bleed,

Knowing you don't care.

And if I sleep just to dream of you

I'll wake without you there,

Isn't something missing?

Isn't something..."


MS: “Just wish she didn't have to put up with such an unsavory partner.”


RJ: “Kaylyn seems to be of the same opinion about her own...”

MS: “Never said the Perfect Ten went all the way around her, Robbie-O...”


::He then climbs up at the steps and then motions for her to enter the ring, whispering something to him that the cameras never catch but nodding at whatever the reply is as she waits for the match to start, ignoring the referee if he tries to warn her or talk to her. She has eyes only for her escort Carnage until the bell rings, and then they will lock with vicious intent onto whoever is unlucky enough to have to face her that night.::


RJ: “All four combatants are in the ring...wait a minute...”


MS: “Well look who we have here!”


::”Dragonfly” by Shaman's Harvest cues up sans the opening portion, drawing the attention of the cameras as well as the fans and the wrestlers in the ring towards the stage. Within moment, Eric Donavan steps out onto it and walks to the top of the ramp, staring down at the ring for a few moments before throwing his fists into the air to raise the fiery portion of his entrance pyrotechnics while the fans rain down boos on him.::


MS: “The Irish Dragon has arrived!”


RJ: “But why? Is he seconding Declan or is he here after Hyena?”


MS: “He doesn't need a reason to go where he wants and to do what he wants, Robbie. Eventually you're going to get that.”


::Dressed in his ring gear under a black Affliction-style ACW t-shirt and his trademark silver-framed sunglasses, Eric makes his way down the ramp at a steady pace, keeping his eyes on the ring at all four participants and even Carnage on the outside, earning glares from both him and Hyena in the ring. The Manimal comes to the ropes, hurling snarling epithets at the Irish Dragon who stares at him coldly before continuing his short trek towards the announce table.::


MS: “Looks like we have a guest!”


RJ: “That's...um...good.”


MS: “The word you're looking for is honor, Robbie! This is an honor!”


::Mitchell rises from his chair, extending his hand to Eric who gives him a slight nod and shakes the offered hand...then inexplicably does the same for Robert when he rises and makes the same gesture.::


RJ: “Good evening, Eric.”

MS: “Get the man a headset, Robbie!”


::The Irish Dragon remains silent as he takes a seat and dons the extra headset, turning his eyes back to the action as the women prepare to start the match while the male halves of the teams exit to the apron.::


RJ: “Well, you're going to get your wish, Mitchell. Kaylyn and Dahlia are going to start things off!”


MS: “That works!”


RJ: “Figured it would. God, you're predictable.”

ED: “Predictable but usually accurate, Robert. You could learn a few things.”


RJ: “You can't be serious.”


MS: “Hah!”


ED: “I said 'usually', Mitchell.”


::Declan and Hyena shout at each other as they go to the apron with the latter turning his attention from moment to moment towards the announce table, and the bell rings. Kaylyn and Dahlia lock up, and Kaylyn comes away with a headlock, adding punches for good measure. She releases the hold and comes off the ropes, but Dahlia takes her down, mounts her, and begins throwing wild punches with her eyes bugged out.::


RJ: “And that's what makes Dahlia so dangerous!”


MS: “That, and her dangerously-good looks! She's Gothic Hot, baby!”


RJ: “God forbid you actually talk about her WRESTLING skills, which are in ample supply!”


MS: “Hey, so are the numbers in her bra size!”


ED: “Her unpredictability makes her hard to prepare for. You never know what she's thinking until she's already in motion. That can't be taught.”


MS: “Not to mention the HOT, right?”


ED: “...I've seen hotter.”


::Kaylyn throws Dahlia up, and she's airborne long enough for Vaude to get to her feet. Dahlia charges with a right hand, but Kaylyn ducks and takes her opponent down with a drop toe hold before rubbing Dahlia's face into the mat and hammering the back of her head with punches of her own.


Kaylyn then picks Dahlia up off the mat by her hair, and slams her face into the nearby turnbuckles from the bottom up. However, Dahlia fights back, first with a mule kick to Kaylyn's torso, then with several hard forearms to Kaylyn's neck and back before picking Kaylyn up and dragging her to her corner, where a smiling Hyena awaits!::


RJ: “...oh no.”


MS: “OH NO!”


ED: “You talk like this is a bad thing.”


RJ: “Are we watching the same thing?! This could be VERY ugly!”


MS: “The Manimal has no right to put his hands on that exquisite body before I do!”


ED: “After all her gum-flapping this past week, gentlemen, I'd say that Kaylyn's about to get exactly what she deserves.”


MS: “Well, that is kinda true...but it's a woman, Eric! Seriously!”


ED: “She knew the risks when she signed the contract, Mitchell. It's called letting your mouth overwrite your ass. You know all about that and so does Robert.”


::Dahlia begs to differ, though, and tags in Hyena, who howls with delight. The crowd follows along, and a short-arm clothesline puts Kaylyn down on the mat. A cover then gets a long one-count from referee Steven Hobbes. Hyena grapevines Vaude's arm, but the hold is broken, as she gets her foot on the nearby bottom rope.


Hyena then scrapes Kaylyn up off the mat, but Vaude goes low with a groin punch before further stunning the Manimal with a roundhouse kick. She then quickly gets to her corner, tagging in Declan to a rousing chorus of boo's and catcalls.::


MS: “She's crafty!”


RJ: “She's a shrew! What a cheap shot!”


ED: “She fancies herself a survivor and maybe there's a little truth to it.”


MS: “Hey, she had to keep herself from getting fleas. They don't make Frontline Plus for humans!”


ED: “Heh...that was almost clever, Mitchell.”


::Declan cockily walks into the ring, and brings Hyena down to the mat with a DDT and keeping a front facelock cinched in. Hyena has plenty of energy left, though, running Declan into the corner and following up with several shoulder thrusts once the hold is broken.


Hyena then puts his opponent up on the top turnbuckle, and executes a perfect superplex that drops Declan in the middle of the ring. Hyena covers, but only gets a short two-count. Hyena tries a reverse chinlock, but Declan breaks it with a jawbreaker before flipping Hyena down with a short-arm scissors and wrapping both legs around the near arm.::


RJ: “Declan O'Farrell may be a manager, but he's showing he's got some strong wrestling chops as well!”


ED: “He's a hell of a lot more than just a manager, Robert. Someone with your penchant for research and inside information should know that.”


MS: “Be careful!”


::Mitchell's warning is followed by Hyena baring his fangs and digging into Declan's thigh! The crowd pops as O'Farrell leaps off the wolf man, clutching his leg as Hyena gets to his feet and kicks the Irishman square in the rear end to raucous cheers from the fans!::


MS: “Much as I love Declan, he's GOTTA be careful in there. The guy with fleas is BOUND to get lucky at some point!”


ED: “He's been in worse fights with worse men in places unbound by the rules of this business, Mitchell. Hyena is an appetizer and nothing more.”


::Declan goes crawling to the nearby bottom rope, but Hyena stays on the attack with forearms that knock him down. Declan's neck is braced on the middle rope, and Hyena comes off the ropes, jumping on him and driving his neck downward! Hyena takes a step to his left, closer to Dahlia, and Gothic Hot surprisingly slaps Hyena on the back for a tag!::


RJ: “And now Dahlia wants in! Hyena doesn't look happy.”


MS: “Get out, wolfie! Go back to the forest where you belong!”


::Hyena appears upset for a moment, but shrugs his shoulders and reluctantly goes to the apron. Dahlia, meanwhile, mounts Declan for punches, but O'Farrell is able to roll over, getting to a dominant position and attacking with punches of his own as the crowd boos.


Declan seems to relish the negative reaction, and has a smile on his face as he picks Dahlia up. He whips her into the ropes, catching her with a back body drop that sends her high into the air. A cover follows, and while Hyena comes in, he doesn't actually break the pin up until the last possible moment, and goes right back outside the ring after stomping Declan a few more times.::


RJ: “Hyena seems ticked off, and I can't say I blame him.”


MS: “Of course you can! Dahlia's cuter; who WOULDN'T want to see her in the ring more?!”


RJ: “Hyena's hatred for Eric Donovan and his manager runs deep, and Dahlia took away a chance for him to beat one of them up.”


ED: “Perhaps now she'll learn her lesson. Thankfully, Declan, like me, knows what it means to have class and to act like a man.”


RJ: “You call pounding on Dahlia like that acting like a man?!”


ED: “You're telling me that you don't believe he could have done much worse if he wanted to? Dahlia is plenty good enough to take the little wannabe Kaylyn down several pegs but she brought that on herself."


RJ: “Hopefully, this doesn't sabotage hers and Hyena's chances in this match completely; that was some flight Dahlia just took.”


::Declan picks Dahlia up, bringing her to his corner. He then tags in Kaylyn, and the two of them alternate martial-arts kicks to her sternum before Kaylyn takes charge with a head-scissors that sends Dahlia to the middle of the ring. She covers, but only gets two as Hyena is there to make the save quickly this time.


Hobbes ushers Hyena out as Kaylyn locks in a body-scissors on her fallen opponent. Cheers from the crowd kick up, and Dahlia eventually rolls over, gets to her feet, and falls backwards, breaking the hold. The two women slowly get to their feet and lock up. Kaylyn sends Dahlia into the ropes, but is unprepared when Gothic Hot counters with a...::


MS: “SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!”


RJ: “We are SO getting sued for that.”


::Dahlia's arm stays on top of Vaude, and Hobbes is there for the count: One, two, no, just two. However, the two women are not concerned with beating each other up more, as both want to get to their corners. Simultaneously, they crawl, and Kaylyn gets to her corner first, tagging in Declan. He rushes to the opposite corner to grab Dahlia's leg, but not quickly enough, as Hyena slaps Dahlia in the back of the head for the tag!::


MS: “That's assault in seven states!”


RJ: “He didn't have time to do anything else! If Declan had caught Dahlia, she'd have been an easy victim.”


ED: “Instead, Hyena is the easy victim. Not much of a switch.”


RJ: "What about what's going on with you and Hyena?"


ED: "What about it?"


RJ: "Well, he said some pretty pointed things to and about you this past week and barely said two words about Declan. Does that mean anything to you?"


ED: "It means he's focused on me, as he damn well should be. It won't save him from me, but least we know that he has a few neurons to rub together."


MS: “Yeah...neurons with fleas.”


ED: “Mitchell, seriously...”