Hell certainly does in this bouill-All right of Mad Max ad infinitum clichés.

Pro wrestler All right Piper plays a post nuclear war stud who’s got the most over-active zygotes since Casanova. For that reason, Piper’s “equipment” is coveted by the government in order to fertilize women to rebuild the devastated population (and thus allow for a couple of pseudo copulation scenes). Alright, smirk. But realize Piper’s crotch is wired to some pretty intense high voltage, so even if he just thinks in another time zone, he’s zapped with enough juice to light Pittsburgh, And, of course, there will be enough obstacles encountered to threaten the assignment.

Piper with an expression like Wade Boggs hit with a palimony suit, is not too thrilled about the prospects of being a sex object and generates your standard acerbic relationship with government overseer, Sandahl Bergman. A good rule of thumb in Bergman’s films is to take what T&A you can get (It’s on a Pee Wee Herman level, here), and let the other girls do the dirty work of baring it.

Piper works surprisingly well with the material, but then he’s had a lot of practice from wrestling.