ACW World Heavyweight Champion Max Danger vs. Andy Sharp
All-Star Championship Wrestling
ACW Courage
Thursday October 15th
The subsequent tackle from Andy Sharp was equally surprising, catching him right underneath the legs and exchanging fists with the champion! Rallying cries echoed loudly throughout the arena, calling for Max Danger’s head as the bell rang, officially starting this impromptu title match that Danger had zero prep time for.
Ripping both his jacket and his dress shirt off, Andy let loose with a series of straight kicks to the face, each blow stiffer than the last. A blow cut Max Danger underneath the jaw, who tried to futilely block the oncoming blows. Andy introduced Max to several more of his proud fists and feet before trying to whip him into the corner.
Danger put the brakes on and sent Andy flying into the corner, but Sharp rode the momentum to the top rope and came back with a Corkscrew Body Block! Raining down even more violent fists, Danger tried to scurry away from Mr. All-Star, and Andy was more than kind to oblige by dumping him over the ropes and out to the floor, courtesy of the LEET FEET V.2!
His neck was truly bothering him, as made evident by Andy Sharp stopping to cradle the nape of his neck. But he quickly shut his eyes and tried to block out the pain as he only had one shot and he had to make this count.
The referee did not dare administer the count, per the undisputed winner edict laid down before the match, which just gave Andy Sharp completely free reign to do as he pleased. Taking a piece of electrical cord from the nearby vicinity, he undid the cord and wrapped it around Danger’s neck like a noose, having every intent of robbing the air from his lungs.
“COME ON, DANGER!” Sharp screamed. “YOU LOVE FUCKING UP PEOPLE’S NECKS, DON’T YOU?!”
The Champion’s face was quickly turning blue while he gasped for any air he could pull into his lungs. He dropped to one knee and threw a few elbows into the chest of Andy Sharp, trying with all his might to free himself from his crazed opponent’s clutches. The elbows stunned Andy long enough for Danger to try and send Andy sailing into the steps…
CRAAAAAAAASH!
Everything about it was perfect… all except for than one tiny little error where Andy Sharp reversed the whip and sent Danger back-first into the steps! Not giving his opponent any more rest time, Andy kindly introduced the Danger Man to Thirty-One Flavors of punches.
With flavors ranging from “Right hook” to “left jab” to “body blow” to “straight on fist to the nose,” he even changed up the recipe a little bit and gave him a healthy dose of “kick to the face.”
Seething in pain and having his face quickly turned to dog meat, Max Danger tried to seek the refuge of the ring, but Andy grabbed him by the leg and wagged a finger to shame him. He wasn’t done yet on his Introduce Max Danger To The Ringside World.
Ringpost? Danger.
Danger? Ringpost!
Max collided with the steel ringpost and fell to the mat with a dull thud. Seeing title belts dancing around his eyes now, he was in a world of pain that he hadn’t been introduced to in some time. Andy Sharp advanced on him and plucked him up by his Amazing hair (Max’s words, not mine) and chucked him into the barricade before hooking him up with a Suplex. Dropping him stomach-first across the unrelenting steel, Andy hopped atop the ring apron. The fans responded in kind with his next chant.
“A…” Beat on his chest. “C…” A second beat. “W!”
And with that, a Spinning Wheel Kick caught the dangling Danger square in the back of the head, sending both combatants to the floor.
Seeing an opportunity to come to his Lord and Savior’s aid, Marcus the Smark took hold of a chair. Stopping in mid-run, he couldn’t help but feel there was something horribly wrong with this picture. Surely, but he thought nothing of it. He ran right at Danger’s assailant and let out the MOTHER…
…of pussy-ass chair shots.
We’re talkin’ “Lance Storm Barely Legal ‘97” chair shot territory. Actually, it made those look like a Barry Bonds home run swing.
Andy snapped his head around and saw Marcus the Smark nearly wetting himself when he realized the grievous error he’d made to come to the rescue of his cohort. Sharp, not in any sort of playful mood, dropped Marcus with a haymaker before taking the chair and SMASHING it right across the face of the helpless fanboy, sending him into the realm of unconsciousness.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
Living the dream of many-a-ACW fan since the day that nerdy fuck had set foot into the doors of All-Star Championship Wrestling, the fans were loving every second of the punishment that was being doled out to both Max Danger and his cohort.
Not through with Max just yet, he slid into the ring and waited on the apron while a very woozy Max was doing his best to try and get back into the thick of things. He was halfway through the ropes when Danger looked up, not remembering that big Canadian-shaped blur that was flying towards him…
SPRINGBOARD GUILLOTINE LEGDROP!
Catching him right across the throat, the Quebecers went batshit crazy as Andy Sharp hooked the far leg of the crumbled-up Danger Man.
ONE!
TWO!
FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Quickly deflating after the opening minutes of nothing but applause and cheers for the home country boy, the crowd groaned at the referee’s call, valid or not. Andy rained down the fists across the face of the ACW Champion, who was now rocking a couple welts on his face and some trickles of blood on his lips. Satisfied with the damage that had been done, Andy kindly deposited Danger’s head right into the turnbuckle before waylaying him with an endless supply of stomps in the corner. It appeared Andy Sharp was eschewing some of his more flashy offense in this time to just deliver this straight-up mugging to Max, who was quickly paying for every sin and atrocity he’d committed in his time with ACW.
The referee got in between Andy and Danger, checked up on latter who was looking a little bit glassy-eyed. Andy, still running on nothing but sheer emotion, shoved him away, only for Danger to scurry between the ropes and head for higher ground. Andy grabbed him by his hair and pulled him over, but Danger SNAPPED his throat against the steel cables, sending him down to one knee.
Andy was halfway between the bottom and middle rope when Danger used all his strength to position his vengeful challenger out on the apron. Showing off a sinister sneer to the crowd…
APRON DDT!
That had to have done it. The two back-to-back attacks on what had to be a severely weakened neck had taken its toll on Andy as he remained motionless out on the floor. Laughing for the first time since this impromptu contest had started, Danger was like a cackling evil kid in a candy store, finally getting the jump on Sharp. Essentially pushing dead weight back into the ring, Danger followed thereafter and rolled him away from the safety of any ropes. He was going to make him pay.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE… NO!
With a slightly dejected look etched on his face, Danger grimaced before turning his attention and attack right back on the neck of Mr. All-Star. He rolled him through with a snapmare before KICKING him harshly in the back of the head with his loafers that he was still rocking, still not having been changed from his shoes or dress pants.
AN-DY! AN-DY! AN-DY! AN-DY! AN-DY!
Try as they might, right now it was the Danger Man who was in complete control of the issue. Pulling a woozy Andy right back to his feet, he twisted and turned on the neck methodically in a Hangman’s Noose. Cockily smiling out to the crowd, Danger laughed before dropping down… NECKBREAKER ACROSS THE KNEE!
Yet another methodical, targeting blow had landed itself directly on the neck that Danger and the Heirs of Wrestling had spiked down with the same Spike Tombstone Piledriver that put Mach 2 out of action for an indefinite amount of time. Now with his turn to revel in every last bit of Andy’s agony, he didn’t go for a pin, but instead raked his boots across his face.
THEN he made the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE… KICK OUT!
It was the closest fall of the match so far, but somehow Andy got the shoulder up defiantly, showing that this was indeed a do or die situation he was in and had to make this title shot count. He didn’t have any other secret title shots hidden up his sleeve.
A deliberate stomp to the head lead to Max throwing some of his signature elbows into the face of Andy, sans the thick elbow pad he liked to employ, but they were still every bit as effective. He drilled him with a pointed elbow right to the head before depositing him in the corner. After catching him with some of his signature kicks to the stomach, Andy was helpless to fall to the mat while he got himself ready for his next maneuver.
RUNNING KNEE IN THE CORNER!
The whiplash effect had to be utterly devastating for Andy, who looked like he was nearly beheaded after the sickening shot in the corner. Dragging the dead weight away from the ropes for the third time in a brilliant strategy, Danger fell atop his challenger and hooked a rather lax cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TH… NO!
The lax cover may have come back to haunt Danger, who realized this folly when Andy fired that shoulder up off the mat yet again. Certainly not enjoying this turn of events, he stood up and faced the crowd. The King of ACW got himself some speed off the ropes and dropped a Lightning-Quick Leg Drop right across the back of Andy’s neck! Having already tenderized it with several sets of moves, he was having a fun time doing this. So… he did it again and dropped a second Leg Drop.
And a third.
And a fourth.
And a fifth!
Wasting no time going for a cover, he chose this time to roll Andy around as he trapped him in a modified Crucifix hold. Holding up his elbow for all to see, he let it sink into the crowd what was coming next.
ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW! ELBOW!
After a good five or six elbow shots (he threw in another one just because he could) He rolled Andy over onto his side and dispensed of him as he stood up to berate the crowd.
“Sir, you can raise my hand at any time now!” He confidently told Henry Irwonsen, who just remained focused on seeing if Andy was okay to continue. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t have to much of an opportunity to actually go through with the question as he fell atop Sharp again, this time going into an even more lackadaisical cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR…REVERSAL!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE…. KICK OUT!
Sharp took advantage of Danger’s overconfidence and tried his best to mount a terrific comeback, but Danger got the shoulder up and immediately downed Andy again with a sickening Lariat that sent him crashing back down to the mat.
At this point, it was basically all Danger as The Amazing One connected with a stunning Low-Altitude Dropkick to the face of the fallen Sharp, sending him sailing right through the ropes and unceremoniously to the floor.
Rubbing his hands together as if he was completely done taking out the trash, the fans were utterly despising Danger’s inherent cockiness as he leaned back against the ropes and sat down, checking his imaginary watch. How he wished he’d brought his DangerPhone out here, but them’s the brakes when your hated rival of several months pidgeonholes you into a title match you didn’t know about.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
As the fans counted along with every number there being dispensed, Andy was slowly starting to show signs of life and stirred while Max Danger kept to himself in the corner, beaming with pride.
FIVE!
Yup. The outcome of this match was never in doubt for He Who Ran This Show.
SIX!
SEVEN!
By that time, it was Andy who came back to life slowly, using the skirt of the apron to get himself up to his knees. Danger, who stopped counting his teeth with his tongue for one second, started frenetically counting with the referee..
EIGHT!
“NINE, TEN DING DING!” Danger shouted to nobody in particular, hoping the referee would have a sudden change of heart and call the match off for a countout. Andy had just managed to get a foot upwards and slid into the ring.
NINE!
TE… IN!
Right in the nick of time, Andy Sharp had saved both himself and his title aspirations from going up in flames. Resting against the ropes, he didn’t have any reprieve from the very irate Max Danger, who continued to rain down another violent series of stomps across his body. Stomps here, stomps there, stomps everywhere and soon, Andy was winded on the mat and at the mercy of The King of ACW, who had none for him. Nudging him over with his boot, he rolled him over and trapped both legs in a Jackknife pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE. KICK OUT!
In the sixth or seventh near fall in the last several minutes of this hotly contested match, Andy still hadn’t given into defeat, but it was obvious that Danger may have been in dire straits. He needed to do something else to try and keep Andy Sharp down.
Quickly, Danger rolled outside the ring and actually piefaced Tommy Vale, taking his seat before rolling back into the ring, folded chair now in tow.
The crowd reached a fever pitch of hatred as it now appeared that Danger was going to try and bean Andy Sharp as he got up, DQing himself in the process to save both himself AND his title. Staring at his opponent through weary and exhausted eyes, the Danger Man patted the chair down and egged on Andy to rise.
“Get a GOOD look at this unsportsmanlike conduct, ref!” He smiled, now showing off his entire scheme to the world.
Referee Henry Irwonsen tried to take the chair from him, but he would have none of it. Rather that just slap the referee, he wanted to HURT Andy in the same process as taking his last title opportunity away. That was going to be sweet…
He cocked back…
He swung…
SCHOOLBOY ROLL-UP!
ONE!
TWO!
THR… KICK OUT!
Andy – sore neck and all – actually had the wherewithal to duck the oncoming chairshot and sneak up behind Max with the roll-up, but just BARELY managed to get the weight of Andy off him. Sharp stunned The Danger Man with a pair of rights, but a quick eye rake turned the tide back in his favor yet again. Keeping the pressure on the challenger to his title, he tripped him up by the legs and pushed downwards for a pin.
ONE!
FEET ON THE ROPES!
TWO!
Danger waited to hear that three that was going to secure him the title. He could just feel it in his bones… wait, where the hell WAS that count, anyway? The King of ACW looked up to see the scowl of the referee who had not been blind to his chicanery, ordering him to get off the ropes that instant.
“THAT WAS THREE! I HAD HIM COUNT! I WANT A NEW REF!” Danger shouted to the heavens.
Irwonsen started to chastise The King of ACW, but he was nothing more than a lowly peasant so he continued to take out all his frustrations on Mr. All-Star. Hurling Sharp into the closest corner, he threw an entire volley of devastating Elbow Smashes, each blow rocking him until Andy was standing on nothing but spaghetti legs. Feeling the end was near, Danger measured up with the spin…
DANGEROUS THR… NO!
LEAPING LEG LARIAT!
The crowd groaned from the impact of the harsh “THWACK!” sound that echoed throughout the Pavillon de la Jeunesse and followed it up with another volley of chants directed at The Highlight of the Night, who couldn’t outright capitalize on any major offense, still clutching at his neck that had to have been hanging on by a thread at this point. Essentially working on a half-empty tank, Andy and Max remained out on the mat.
“ONE!”
“TWO!”
“THREE!”
“FOUR!”
By that point, Andy had managed to get to a knee, but Danger was already back on the attack, stunning him with a boot to the stomach. Throwing a sharp series of kicks to Andy’s legs, he alternated between left and right shots. And when it was time to deliver the Roundhouse Kick…
COBRA CLUTCH LUNGBLOWER!
Andy ducked at the last second and grabbed an arm, pulling Max down to his knees! The fans roared in approval at the innovative maneuver, but it appeared that with the damage sustained from the neck, that Andy was not going to be able to repeatedly generate offense without incredible lag time, so he was going to have to put an end to Danger fast or the match would not end in his favor. He ran at Danger and rolled him up into an Oklahoma Roll!
ONE!
TWO!
REVERSAL!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE… NO!
Try as he might, with Danger now in the driver’s seat, he was making it increasingly difficult to muster up too much in the way of offense. Andy got up and found himself deposited right back down on the mat, courtesy of a SICK German Suplex that landed him on his head and shoulders.
Incredibly elated at this turn of events, The Amazing One dragged Andy right in the middle of the ring and pointed at the turnbuckles. The Dangerous III didn’t find its mark earlier on in the match, but he was confident that he’d destroyed Andy Sharp just well enough that he wasn’t going to go anywhere anytime soon.
Ascending the turnbuckles, the jeers were increasing with each step that he took. It also didn’t help that the ACW Champion was blowing kisses out to everybody in the nearby vicinity. Breathing heavily as it was hard to keep up this kind of match still wearing dress pants, let it be known.
KISS.
MY.
FEE… NO!
Max landed on his feet from the move, making sure he didn’t take a dive. However, as he turned around…
JECHT SHOT MARK III!
A straight, clean boot connected right at the butt of Max Danger’s jaw, sending him spiraling backwards and flopping over onto his stomach. The fans went berserk and let out roars of approval for Andy Sharp having the skill to execute his friend, Seymour Almasy’s Springboard Gamengiri Kick. Shutting out the pain from his neck, he crawled towards Danger and helplessly grabbed a leg, clinching back as tightly as possible.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE… KICK OUT!
The damn near closest fall to the match yet and Andy still found himself unable to truly seal the deal who – like him or not—knew exactly how well he did and how good he was when it came to the clutch matches just like this. Danger had tried to do everything thus far to secure the title short of hitting him with things not nailed to the floor, but he was hell-bent on keeping the belt. A whip to the corner went awry when Danger got his bearings back and got a foot up, hitting Andy right in the chest.
He scooped Andy up in a Fireman’s Carry with intent to possibly drop him on his neck, but Andy slid out the back door. Danger caught him in the face with a back elbow that sent him staggering back a step. Running forward, he went for a big Lariat, but Andy dropkicked the knee out from under him, draping him across the second rope. The fans knew exactly what move was coming up next…
6-1-KNEES!
The Swinging Knee Lift in the ropes smacked Danger flush in the face and rocked him backwards, allowing Andy to ascend the top rope. Gritting through pained teeth and trying to ride the adrenaline high on the way to a victory, Danger wasn’t going anywhere. Not this time.
ALL-STAR.
FROG.
SPLASH.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
That was it. Not one single fan was remaining in their seats, watching Andy bounce off the corrupt Max Danger’s body with one of the most devastating and high-impact Splashes that had ever been witnessed. Rolling over, Andy crawled right over Danger and pulled both legs back, almost to his own face, wanting to waste no motion.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE… NO!
The crowd reacted with stunned silence. NOBODY had ever kicked out of the All-Star Frog Splash, not in the many years that Andy had utilized it as a finishing maneuver. But just as Andy Sharp had showed incredible tenacity in the face of this make-or-break performance, Max Danger had just as much, if not more so than Andy had. Absolutely in shock, and pounding a fist into the mat that his finishing move had not put away Max Danger, he snatched two handfuls of Max Danger’s hair, but a Sit-Out Jawbreaker rocked Andy and sent him crashing to the canvas.
Max, now struggling to get the wind back in his lungs, unleashed a hard Yakuza Kick that sent Andy flying back into the corner! The King of ACW scooped him up and turned him around, tying him up into the very deadly Tree of Woe. Rolling outside the ring, Danger made sure to prolong Andy’s inherent agony by grabbing onto the neck with a tight Chinlock, pulling back on the neck! Andy let out a scream of pain, but even more important was the referee counting down for a five-count.
Andy, knowing full well Danger wasn’t going to let go of the hold to try and get himself DQed again, grabbed him and hit him in the arm until he forcefully made him let go of the submission. But the damage had been done as Max Danger rolled back into the ring and kicked Andy several times in the head and gut to stun him for whatever move was coming next.
Getting some distance while measuring up Andy in the corner, he gave a sarcastic thumbs up to the crowd before speeding towards a helpless Andy… MISSED!
Andy got himself out of the line of fire with mere millimeters to spare, then rolled backwards, right into a Rolling Cradle Pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR… KICK INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
Much like Danger seconds before, he was jettisoned face-first into the middle buckle. While Mr. All-Star remained slumped over, using the ropes to keep himself vertical, Danger was slowly coming around, getting a lot more heated than he’d ever seen. He took him up again…
DANGEROUS III… DUCKED!
LEET FEET v.2… BLOCKED!
Danger had the leg and spun Andy around…
DRAGON WHIP… NO!
The Danger Man spun him away, but Andy adjusted himself in mid-turn and tried to hit Danger right in the skull with the Enzuigiri, but it was also ducked.
SHOTEI! The battle of the strikes ended viciously with Danger coming out on top. The Running Palm Strike connected dead on and had Andy on the ropes. This was going to be it. Run and tell all your friends about the day that Andy Sharp tried and came within an eyelash of winning the title, but just couldn’t quite get there!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE… SHOULDER UP!
This time, Andy didn’t even kick out, it was him barely having the strength to muster even getting a shoulder off the canvas at the last possible second. This told him that Andy Sharp – despite having tremendous reserves – was just about spent in this contest. At that very thought, The Simply Amazing One knew he had this one in the bag and he knew just how he was going to do it.
Turning Andy up and over, the crowd was getting frantic, begging Max Danger not to do what he was setting out to do. Just like he and the Heirs had done to Andy Sharp a few weeks ago and just like what they had done to put Mach 2 out of action with a neck injury, this Tombstone Piledriver was going to end it. He pivoted around…
HYPERDRIVE!
The move popularized in Japan as the Ranhei had just caught Danger completely unaware! Andy preyed for dear life after he just managed to slip out from Danger’s sweaty grasp and connected with a move he’d only put into practice recently! Right into the cradle, the fans counted along with the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
For over eighty years, the Pavillon de la Jeunesse had played host to numerous sporting events, concerts, you name it. But on this night, this particular occasion, the roof had been blown off. “Anxiety” by the Black Eyed Peas was blasting over the PA, but it was barely heard over the reaction he was getting from his hometown favorites.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND THE NEWWWWWWWW ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… ANDY SHARP!
The Leet Feet was blocked twice…
The All-Star Frog Splash hadn’t done away with Danger, either.
So Andy dug deep and put his theorized Hyperdrive into action and the result had paid off. As the official handed Andy Sharp the title, who was still down on one knee, the crowd were in high spirits that the belt had finally come back to the man who was forced to relinquish it just moments after he’d won it with ACW’s last closure.
Sharp – with the help of the referee – made it to his feet and had to do a triple take… nay, a quintuple take that this was really happening. Max Danger had cheated his way through defense after defense and finally in a one-on-one contest with no tricks, no saves and no interference… Andy was now champion for the second time.
Mr. All-Star leapt out from the ring with the belt in tow and headed right into the crowd, living it up with his home country fans!
While the camera panned around to the unconscious bodies of both Max Danger and Marcus the Smark, both feeling the effects of this hellacious main event, it caught a glimpse of Andy one more time, slapping high fives, all around the crowd to whoever he could reach.
