Davy Vega v. Shawn Vexx (c) for the ACW Televised (YouTube) Title: Last show, Athena declared that this bizarre "love triangle" between her and Vega and the creepy Vexx would end here, tonight. She would go with the winner. This pleased Vexx and confounded Vega. Last show, one of ACW's most vocal fans, and one of Vexx's worst critics, a funny black guy named Tommy, got in Vexx's face and displayed a sign that read "Vexx is a Bitch-Ass N*****," so tonight, as Vexx entered the ring, he did so with a sign of his own held high, which declared that Tommy was the same. This got quite the reaction from the crowd at the Mohawk in a pretty funny moment.
Vexx had another surprise--he enlisted Jeff Gant as his own personal referee, a guy that made Brad Maddox look fair, despite Gant's pre-bell insistence that he would call the match "right down the middle, daddy!"
The two men didn't wait to square off, and a vicious brawl ensued.
Gant's counts were ridiculously fast for Vexx's pinning attempts on Vega, and pretty much non-existant for Vega's attempts.
Eventually, Vega tired of Gant's shenanigans, and Gant was sent out to take a nap on the concrete floor of the Mohawk.
Athena, who had won her chance at a Televised Title shot, finally decided she'd had enough of passively standing by, and cashed in her title shot mid-match, making this a three-way-dance.
So now it's Davy Vega v. Shawn Vexx (c) v. Athena for the ACW Televised (YouTube) Title:
The guys, (especially Vega) kinda played around with Athena, overlooking her a bit to their own peril.
OK, so if you've ever seen an Athena match, you know...she's not afraid to knock someone's head right off. She'll give Low-Ki in his JAPW days a run for his money in terms of stiffness. At one point in this match she hit the damndest running lariat to send Vexx flipping over the top rope that I've ever seen live. Later, as the two men brawled outside, she hit them both with a Tope Suicida. Later, she'd hit some big running knees to Vexx in the corner before Vega pushed her to the outside, basically telling her he'd take care of Vexx, while Athena stewed over him overlooking her.
Vega started working over Vexx in the corner, and Athena slid in and started really putting it to Vega for making her mad. Vega and Vexx still did their best to ignore the female, and were soon squaring off again in the center of the ring.
This didn't last long though, as Athena flew in, catching Vexx in her patented O-Face finisher, following it up with taking Vega out as well. She threw herself over the two prone men, pinning them both for the 1-2-3, and captured the Television Title for herself!
After the match, Vega got on the stick and tried to explain himself, and his heart, to Athena. It was quite the promo. It worked too, because it ended in him and Athena having a big kiss in the middle of the ring. Vega may have lost the match, but he got the girl.
Time for the next match...
Darrin Childs (w/Machiko) v. Rachel Summerlyn (c) for the ACW Heavyweight Title: So, this was one of the advertised main events. Childs comes out with Machiko, who was looking particularly fetching this evening. Unfortunately, Rachel didn't--out came Miss Maulie, "Cowboy" James Claxton, and Carson, three members of "The Takeover" heel stable. Maulie and Carson start laying the boots and fists into Childs right away, and Claxton gets on the mic.
This is when the show almost went completely off-the-rails.
First, Machiko did
NOTHING while Childs got beat up. This, despite them building up this whole story in past shows of Machiko getting rescued by Childs and finally Childs saying she had to start holding her own. I mean this side-story took up a
significant amount of time in past shows, but here, it apparently meant
nothing. This is highly uncharacteristic of ACW, where things happen, and there's continuity, and things have meaning. Machiko should have at least tried to do something and got laid out. Either that, or she should have done what my buddy and I hatched just in the seemingly endless time Claxton's rambling promo and the extended beatdown--she should have JOINED the takeover. At least that would have done something that made sense.
Second, it's one thing to have a swerve...but the Childs/Summerlyn Title Match was an advertised semi-Main Event of your supposed flagship show. They advertised something and didn't deliver. That is begging for your crowd to shit all over the show. And that's exactly what the crowd did, especially because...
Third, James Claxton is not a good heel promo. He had his work cut out for him for sure as the crowd was hating the whole idea of him being out there in the first place, but this was rambling and disjointed, uninteresting and unoriginal...and it went on, and on, and on. If he had the mic skill, he might have been able to turn it around. He might have been able to listen to the crowd and call an audible and work the promo differently, but clearly, he wasn't able to do that. Crowds at ACW don't really come in wanting to hate stuff. They want to like stuff. They want to appreciate dastardly heels doing dastardly things too. In the end, sadly, it wasn't good heat. It wasn't even "X-Pac" heat. It was a crowd genuinely unhappy with the poor quality of his act, as well as knowing that the booking was robbing them of a promised match.
I will complement Miss Maulie and Carson for their beatdown of Childs. Maulie especially looked mean as hell. But that was the ONLY thing even remotely decent about this segment.
Eventually, after way too long, the swerve concluded with Rachel Summerlyn somehow having to fight former champ Jaykus Pliskin for the title for no reason at all except apparently "...the Takeover, something something..." In a way, (on paper at least,) this makes sense booking-wise, because Rachel actually never beat Pliskin for the Title--she won it at the Lone Star Classic tourney without beating him. But this wasn't the time or place. The crowd wanted Childs v. Summerlyn--not this--and especially not after that shitty promo.
Rachel Summerlyn (c) v. Jaykus Pliskin for the ACW Heavyweight Championship: This match actually was pretty good, even if the crowd had been split between being killed dead-as-fuck and being in open rebellion. Summerlyn got out of the gate with a powerful German Suplex on Pliskin, establishing herself as being able to hang right in there with the powerful man. They did a good job too with the striking game, with Rachel throwing some big kicks at Pliskin both on the apron and in the center of the ring. Pliskin sold everything just right, and looked good too.
Pliskin tried to ground Rachel, and Rachel sold really well as well, bringing that drama that she does so well. Rachel took a lot of punishment from Pliskin before finally having enough, going into SCREAMING RAGE MODE, and getting the win.
So at least that takes care of the bullshit swervy WCW booking and everybody can go home happy...right? RIGHT?
The Submission Squad (Gary Jay and Evan Gelistico w/Amanda Fox) v. Barrett Brown and "A Mystery Partner": Can this show be saved? Oh yes. Barrett Brown, for those who don't recognize the name yet, is most likely to be the "arguably" guy most ACW fans talk about when they say stuff like I did before-- that "Bolt Brady is arguably the hottest new young talent in ACW." So the audience is already happy. He announces his "Mystery Partner" and the place goes unhinged. Hit the music. It's Matt Fitchett (w/Murphy, his inflatable leprechaun "brother!) For those that don't know, Fitchett is a HIGH FLYER~! who was injured badly last year, and this is his return to ACW. His inflatable brother Murphy was also decapitated, and it was feared he would never be in a wrestling ring again. SO, triumphant return to the Mohawk and all that.
This match was all kinds of awesome. Barrett Brown is incredible. Check. Evan Gelistico is such a cerebral villain it's ridiculous. Check. Fitchett looked like he never missed a day in the ring, and was flying all over the place. Check. Gay Jay? Best match I've ever seen him have, period. Check.
Seriously, Gary Jay kinda surprised me the most here. He just did tons--lots of really hurty-looking stuff too--both giving and receiving, and did it all well.
Brown and Fitchett could be a tag team tearing up the world if they wanted. They looked really good together. Brown brought the excitement, but knew that tonight was Fitchett's night, so he slid right into the "perfect partner" mode. He threw an especially nice tope to the outside which set up Fitchett's reverse-flip over the top rope. Fitchett also amazed with his Vertical Suplex-to-Lungblower, a running Shooting Star Press wher he kinda had to turn 90-degrees in the air to land perfect, and his Shooting Star Press off the top rope finisher.
By the end of this match, all was forgiven in ACW Land. And it would get BETTER...
ACH v. "The Centerfold" Matthew Palmer (c) for the ACW Hardcore Title: This is the long-awaited third match of the series. The previous two ended in no-contests because, quite frankly, every previous time they met, both men would kill each other dead and not be able to continue. Consider the last time they met, a few months ago--they constructed a really high scaffold made entirely out of steel chairs and threw themselves into it. Surprisingly, the thing hardly moved as they crashed into it, and ACH had to be carried out while Palmer seemingly slipped in and out of consciousness. Then and there, the challenge was made.
Early on in the show, Barry the Ring Announcer announced that both men had agreed to special stipulations for this, Palmer's one-year anniversary defense of the Hardcore title he won from Masada in a Scaffold Match that goes down as one of the most brutal I'd ever seen.
As Plamer settled into the corner after his signature high-enrgy entrance, I noticed him kinda coughing and looking a little sick. Thinking about the flu epidemic going around, I wondered to myself if he was going to be able to give us all the match we were waiting for. I should't have worried. Palmer is a warhorse.
So what were the special stipulations? Let's find out...
First though, mad props to ACW for the crazy-cool ceremony preceding this match. Ring Announcer Barry got behind the ref and wrapped his microphone-carrying arm around his waist, Michael Buffer in the UFC-style, so the ref could read the instructions as Palmer and ACH met in the center of the ring. As he began reading them it became obvious--ten counts on the outside, disqualifications for stuff--this "Hardcore Title Match" was going to be conducted according to rather strict BASIC PRO-WRESTLING RULES, with really only closed-fist punches being the only deviation from the classic rules! In the world of Anarchy, THIS is unusual! After all these wars, all this talk, both men just wanted to find out who the best really was--no gimmicks, no excuses...so here we go.
...but first, a song?
In another flourish of awesome production values, as the two combatants looked across from each other, right before the opening bell, the PA rang out with the opening from "Run This Town" by Jay-Z. (UFC fans will recognize this as Jose Aldo's entrance music.) When it got to the part where Rhianna sings "Who's Gonna Run This Town Tonight?" the whole crowd at the Mohawk sang along with that line...and then the music stopped, the bell rang, and the men came to blows in the center of the ring. Awesome.
And it was awesome. Both guys just had a great pro wrestling match. The story centering around ACH working Palmer's knee after finding an opening with a nasty Dragon Screw. Palmer being tough as nails.
Palmer eventually survived everything ACH could throw at the knee and more, and Palmer finally scored the pinfall after two applications of his finisher. Palmer retains the Hardcore Title.
Wrestling bliss. At the end, ACH was going to cut a promo putting Palmer over, but figured out halfway through that he really didn't need to, so the men embraced instead, and the fans cheered them all the way to the back.
"The Electric Company" (Ricky Romida and Jack Jameson) v. "The Business" ((c)- JoJo Bravo and Angel Blue w/Chris Trew and Thomas Shire) for the ACW Tag Team Championship: Romida is a thick, THICK hoss, with a head like a cinder block. Jameson has the power of a mighty beard. JoJo Bravo and Angel Blue have one of the funniest tag team gimmicks I've seen in a long time--JoJo is a short white guy (though he's got a really good build and is really athletic) who thinks he's an unstoppable, all-powerful monster heel/Japanese warrior, and Angel Blue is an incredible cowardly cheating heel. And it turns out, they are both really selfish, and don't really seem like each other at all. If it wasn't for Chris Trew putting them together, well, they wouldn't be together. The basic gist of this match was JoJo is awesome, but gets in over his head a lot because he thinks he's more powerful than he actually is, leading to the more powerful opposition taking advantage, while Angel Blue takes cowardly hit-and-run attacks all over the place, until they sort things out. In the case of this team, "sorting things out" means Angel and JoJo taking turns using each other as weapons against their opponents.
"The Business" retains the titles in a fun match.
Which leads us to our Main Event...
"Showtime" Scot Summers v. "The Godfather of Anarchy" Jerry Lynn: This was Jerry Lynn's farewell match in Texas and at ACW. He is beloved here by all the fans and all the talented folks at ACW. Tons of streamers for "The Godfather."
These guys tore it down. 4x8 board? Yep. Chairs? Yep. Ladder? Yep. Table on the concrete floor? Yep. "Showtime" Scot Summers bouncing his head off said concrete floor? Sure, why not?
Lynn got the victory, but raised Summers' hand in the end. Great stuff.
So now for the
second swerve of the evening...
Gelistico, Jay and Fox come out and start beating down Lynn and Summers. They handcuff Lynn and Summers and continue beating on them. Eventually, Gelistico (who actually
is good at cutting promos) tells Rachel Summerlyn to come down to ringside. He's bringing Anarchy back to Anarchy Championship Wrestling, and Summerlyn has to make a choice--She can put up her ACW Title in a match against him right now, or watch Jerry Lynn die tonight.
Crowd starts chanting "Bullshit!" but it's on...
Rachel Summerlyn v. Evan Gelistico for the ACW Heavyweight Title: Basically, this was exactly what it was--Rachel Summerlyn walking straight to her own execution, knowing that she was going be hurt and her title stolen, all because of her love for the hardcore legend. As soon as she agreed to the terms, with Lynn and Summers helplessly cuffed to the ring looking on, the Submission Squad jumped her. Gelistico hoisted Summerlyn up, and spiked her with his Jumping/Spinning Piledriver.
Evan Gelistico is the new ACW Heavyweight Champion.
"Showtime" Scot Summers, still chained to the ring ropes, sat in the corner, blood gushing from his head, and literally wept. Real tears. Like HARD RAIN. Both the moment of Rachel's defeat, and the knowledge that that was Jerry Lynn's last match with him, too much for the tough SOB to bear.
After the match, the tears continued, as both men shared terrific remarks to close the show. Some fans were still calling bullshit on the booking, but Scot Summers nipped that in the bud, first with a threat of violence on a particular fan, then through his empasioned speech for his friend and mentor. Hell, it was so emotional that some drunk girl tried to get into the ring and had to be bounced out of the Mohawk by Killah Kash.
The show wasn't perfect, but boy was it impactful.
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