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A signal shined from the sky that appeared to be a uniquely shaped helmet.
'Save us Action b*****d! Save us!' a woman's voice could be heard from the speakers.

The tron pulled up a video of what appeared to be a cave, various memorabilia (such as wrestling stuff, news clippings, giant statues, etc) scattered the cave . A man sitting behind a chair was watching a video screen of past wrestling matches. Picking up his helmet, he put it on his head. His back to the camera.
"This looks like a call for ACTION!" he shouted triumphantly, giving a heroic pose to the camera. 'And I am the b*****d to do just that!' he gave a hearty laugh as he put on his cape, and hopped on his custom motorcycle.
ACTION b*****d....TO ACTION!' he shouted as he drove from out of the cave

Bruce Springston's 'Born in the U.S.A' hit the speakers

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Got in a little hometown jam so they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "son don't you understand now"
Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there he's all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.

There was a defining motorcycle rumble, as the Action b*****d raced out from back, on his signature motorcycle.

"Making his way to the ring, from Gainsville, TX weighing in at 250lbs, standing at 6'5" he is the original, The Action b*****d!' the lady in the crowd that wanted rescuing spoke.
The Action b*****d, leaped off of his bike as it parked itself. Standing on the top turnbuckle in a triumphant pose, he awaited his partner and opponents.