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Foreshowing Our Future
[The pay per view opens up, and as promised, we see evil marching its way down towards our ringside area setting the tone for what swears to be one of the most intense nights in BACW history. As the lights dim, six pissed off faces... Seven... No, eight swarm the ramp like a pack of hungry locusts! Rain on the scarecrow? You bet your damn ass! Zooming in, the faction bared their grizzle, ponytails, and vivid green eyes. Stunned, Host Paul Prominski grows extremely concerned as The Logan Boys spit blood into the crowd.]
Promo: I'm not sure why the Logan's are spitting what appears to be blood into the crowd ... but is it me or are they extremely heated?
E.D: Of course they are heated! Azrael warned Mr. Batee that if he didn't remove the title stipulation from his World Hardcore match tonight against Kai Kennedy, that he would not only boycott the match but he would also make BACW as a whole pay in spades.
Promo: I think for the first time in my career as an announcer, I might actually be frightened.
E.D: At least you didn't piss your pants.
Promo: You pissed your pants?
E.D: Sort of...
[The man with the black trench coat led the group down the ramp with a slight limp and half seeing eyes. As the air was sucked from the arena, it appeared Promo was right; The Logan Boys were ravenous for disorder and thrusting their hands into the air, Arzael gave the order.]
Azrael: FEED!!!
[Scattering amongst living, the group took the ringside area by storm. They tore apart the railing, attacked the defenseless fans with clubs, trampled their children, and covered themselves in the blood of the innocent. Their victim's crimson splattered onto the abandoned camera lens and turning their hatred towards the voices of BACW, the faction tore the announcers from their station, and beat them with the timekeeper's hammer until they bled like cows in a slaughter house. The fans ran for the doors, but when they tried to pull them open soon learned they were chained in!]
Azarel: Burn all these fucking people alive!
[Jace tossed the match onto the freshly poured gasoline, lit it up the announcer's table, and watched it burn ten feet into the air. The temperature melted his face, exposing his skeleton and turning back towards the ring; Azrael gave to order to tear what was left of the ring apart. The arena was in shambles, and the legacy of BACW's Stomp Hall left in tatters. Then one by one, they saluted Mr. Batee with sixteen middle fingers. Clamping his teeth shut, and swallowing the saliva in his mouth, Azrael quivered with pleasure before saying...]
Azrael: Told ya Bats... I told you things were about to get real!
[That was the message they left for him... painted in blood of the innocent.]
Crowd: [Screams]
[In the back, Mr. Batee's haze suddenly faded, and waking up in a pool of his own cold sweat, his nightmare was finally over. Stunned and unable to speak at first, he fumbled for his cell phone and frantically dialed...]
Mr. Batee: What the fuck was that? My God what the fuck was that?!
[Ring!]
[Ring!]
Mr. Batee: Hello? Jesus Christ almighty... I just had a really bad dream and I need your help... I know we're not on the best terms but... Will you just hear me out?!
[And we fade to black before we can learn what was said...]
***Last week on TVMA***
Promo: The place is becoming unglued as the two continue to exchange blows!
[Cracking Spectre in the head with a no hands head butt, Michael Barnes takes the advantage with a strong knee followed by a carry over slam.]
Promo: We have a cover!
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: Spectre kicks out and Michael Barnes calls for his finisher!
[Feeling the move, Spectre scurries out of the finisher, donkey punches Mike from behind, and counters himself to safety. Dragging Barnes into the corner, Spectre hits the second rope splash, and then goes for an ankle lock.]
Promo: This could be it!
E.D: NO! Barnes kicks himself free, and Spectre tumbles backwards through the ropes.
Referee: ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Crowd: FOUR!!!! FIVE!!!!! SIX!!!!!! SEVEN!!!!!!!!!
Referee: EIGHT!!!!!!!! NINE!!!!!!!!!
[Spectre barely gets back in the ring, but after being jostled by a punch, is met with a brogue kick to the skull.]
E.D: This match is over!
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: I don't believe it! Michael Barnes has become the brand new BACW Heavyweight champion!
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Paul Prominski: Hello everyone and welcome 2012 Ways to Bleed! I'm your host Paul Prominski aka The Promo Machine and as you can see, Michael Barnes is our brand new BACW Heavyweight champion! Shocked, stunned, and completely coming out of left field, I still don't believe Barnes was able to defeat Spectre on our last TVMA show. But before we get into that, let me introduce to you the man who loses weight by sprinkling foreskin into his salad for protein, the unpredictable "Easy E" Eric Danger!
Crowd: [POP!]
E.D: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! You want to hear joke?
Promo: Against my better judgment sure...
E.D: Guess what Confucius didn't say?
Promo: What?
E.D: Squirrel who runs up women's leg will not find nuts.
Promo: [Rolling his eyes...] Are you kidding me? That's how you're going to start off a major pay per view like this?!
E.D: Hey, better to be pissed off than pissed on.
Promo: ...and on that note, let's get into the ring for our opening introductions.
Proving Grounds Match
Magnum Randell vs. Michael Anthony
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Ring Announcer Michael Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to East Rutherford, New Jersey's Izod Center and welcome to TWO THOUSAND AND TWELVE WAYS TO BLEED!
Crowd: [MEGA POP!]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring and making his BACW debut, Michael Anthony!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Magnum Randell has lost his NWA World championship to Jack Kraven and when asked what he thought about opening up this card he said, it didn't bother him at all. In fact, he went on to say, if he had to start from the bottom of the BACW ladder and work his way up, then so be it.
E.D: I don't believe he meant that for one second...
Promo: What?! Why not?
E.D: Look, the man held the world title for almost a year, and now he's going up against Michael Anthony? Which by the way, why this jackass even on our show?
Promo: I can't answer for Mr. Batee but if you look at the brown stain on Anthony's tights, it's apparent the man just crapped himself.
E.D: Well as Confucius says, "Man who stands on toilet is clearly high on pot."
Promo: Apparently we have a theme...
[Zooming in on the stain, the announcers continue to chuckle as the introductions continue...]
Stuffher: And his opponent...
[The lights begin to flicker as the beginning of "Superstar" by Saliva begins to play. The JUMBOtron shows a beating red heart, the lights in the arena turn red and pulsate to the rhythm of the beating heart. Pyrotechnics shoot out from the ramp and Magnum Randell walks out from behind the curtain. He looks around at the crowd as he makes his way to the ring to a loud pop. He slides under the bottom rope and makes his way to a turnbuckle.]
Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome to the ring a former National Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Champion! He hails from Detroit, Michigan and stands at a stout six foot one inch weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. He is known around the world as "The Heartthrob" he is Maaaagnum Randeeelll!
[Magnum raises his fist in the air and canvases the crowd as they cheer him. He does that in each turnbuckle then jogs in place as he waits for the match to begin.]
Promo: Still think he's missing that belt?
E.D: I guarantee you that he's going to try and go on a rampage in an attempt to get it back.
Promo: Starting with Anthony?
E.D: Whatever his name is... YES!
Referee: Ring the bell!
Promo: The referee turns to the timekeeper and calling for the bell, it's time to begin 2012 Ways to Bleed!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[After the introductions, Anthony attacks Randell and beats him down in the corner. In hot pursuit, Anthony head butts Randell in the ribs repeatedly and then slams his forearm into Randell's mid-section.]
Promo: Kid's coming to fight!
E.D: He's shooting his load too early Paul.
[Anthony hangs Randell upside down in the corner and then continues the assault on Magnum who rumor has it that still injured from his match at Battlecade. Anthony hits a Vertical Suplex on Randell and then locks him in a bear hug.]
Crowd: Mag-NUM! Mag-NUM! Mag-NUM!
Promo: Magnum hears the crowd and breaks the hold with elbows to the head and then hits the ropes but Anthony lifts Randell WAY up into the air with a backdrop.
[BOOM!]
E.D: Shoulders to the canvas for the 1... 2... but Randell kicks out.
Referee: TWO!!
Promo: Magnum needs to wake up before it's too late.
E.D: Patients young paddy wan.
[Anthony covers Randell again and gets another near fall and then goes for yet another pin.]
Referee: [with both hands] TWO!!
Michael Anthony: COME ON REF!
Referee: TWO!!
[Anthony picks Randell up and hits a scoop slam in the corner.]
[BOOM!]
[Michael then climbs up top and goes for a big splash but Randell rolls out of the way just in the nick of time!]
Michael Anthony: [kicking his legs] UGH!
[The two get to their feet but Magnum blocks a right hand from Anthony and then connects with a big right hand of his own. Randell attempts to whip Anthony into the ropes but Anthony reverses it only to eat a Flying Forearm from the former world champion on the rebound!]
Crowd: Mag-num! Mag-num! Mag-num!
Promo: The Ladies Man hits a running clothesline and then a flying knee and he's going for a cover of his own!
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: NO!
Referee: TWO!!
[Randell attempts to whip Anthony into the corner but Michael reverses it and then charges at Randell but Magnum springs himself into a spinning head scissors takeover!]
Crowd: YEAH!!
[Pumping his fist to the crowd, Magnum goes for a third clothesline but Anthony counters into an attempt at a power bomb!]
E.D: NO!!!! Randell blocks it and reverses it into a neck breaker!
Promo: Shoulders to the canvas! One! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Referee: NO! Two! Continue the match!
Promo: Anthony kicks out and Magnum can't believe it!
Ringside Fan: I love you Magnum!
[Looking to close out the match, Magnum pulls Michael off his back and hitting the ropes, Anthony catches him with a nasty sidewalk slam!
E.D: You have to be kidding me!
Referee: 1...2... NO!
E.D: Randell just won't stay down!
Promo: Hold on, Michael Anthony is going up top and this could spell an end for the former world champion.
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Giving the crowd the big "FU" Michael Anthony follows up with a leaping elbow attempt but Randell rolls out of the way and it's his turn to fly!]
Promo: Magnum staggers to his feet and punting Michael Anthony in the head, the world champion is furious!
[Running his thumb across his throat, Magnum heads toward the ropes and starts to climb.]
E.D: Randell is now perched high on the turnbuckle and he's calling for an end.
Magnum Randell: It's over!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!
E.D: No one gets up from that!!
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Referee: Ring the bell!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Crowd: [POP!]
Stuffher: Your winner of the contest by pin fall "The Ladies Man" Magnum Randell!
Crowd: [BIGGER POP!]
[Climbing the turnbuckles and celebrating with the crowd, Randell starts off our pay per view with a BANG! Kicking the show back down to the floor, we join our announcer's once again as the celebration continues.]
Promo: What a great opening match and what a fantastic win by Magnum Randell who obviously was still a bit banged up from Battlecade.
E.D: I think what we are learning from this performance here tonight is that Magnum is still a force here in the NWA and if the current champion loses sight of him and what he's doing, it could result in the belt going right back around the Ladies Man waist.
[With Magnum disappearing behind the curtain, The Logan's music cue up and storming to the ring come our BACW Tag Team champions. Sliding under the ropes, the bell chimes and it's time for our first title match of the evening.]
BACW Tag Team Championship
The Logan Boys (c) vs. Miami's Most Wanted
Crowd: Logan's suck! Logan's suck! Logan's suck!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: Let's go to the ring...
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: This next contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for BACW's Tag Team championship!
Crowd: [POP!]
Stuffher: Already in the ring, they are BACW's Tag Team champions! Welcome if you would, Jace and Lashiel... The Logan Boys!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Earlier in the week, Miami's Most Wanted said in their interview that they would not step inside a BACW ring ever again and in just a few moments we are going to find out just how true that statement really was.
E.D: Mark my words; if MMW wants to play this game with Batee, they are going to lose.
Promo: Why do you say that?
E.D: You just can't fight City Hall.
Stuffher: And their opponents...
[Suddenly the Ovaltron lights up and there in the parking lot of the Izod Center are Michael Davidson and Joshua Marcus – Miami's Most Wanted. In their hands, Marcus has a baseball bat and pounding the metal into his palm, Davidson has a crowbar. Looking into the camera, Davidson is the first to speak...]
Michael Davidson: LOGANS! We told you we weren't going to EVER step inside a BACW ring again and we meant it!
Joshua Marcus: This means if you want a fight, then you have come out here to get it!
[Inside the ring, Jace and Lashiel nod and just as they are about to go through the ropes, "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N Roses blares and out steps BACW's Owner through the curtains and out onto the ramp with a Santa sack on his back.]
Crowd: Bats! Bats! Bats!
Mr. Batee: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Where do you Logan Boys think you're going?
[Hopping off the apron and stopping in the isle, the tag champs look up at Batee with a pair of scowls.]
Lashiel: Why Mr. Batty here? Is it because he no like the animals?
Jace: Shut up Lash!
[Taking hold of the microphone, Mr. Batee continues...]
Mr. Batee: People... I gave Miami's Most Wanted a chance to clear the air with me by returning my belts, and winning them in the proper fashion, but unfortunately for them, they decided to piss on my good nature and not compete here tonight.
Crowd: [BOO!]
Mr. Batee: That's right! By staying outside, they robbed each and every one of you paying fans the opportunities of seeing The Logan’s defend their championships.
Crowd: Ass-hooooles! Ass-hooooles! Ass-hooooles!
Mr. Batee: ...and by doing so, they have now forced me to do something I don't like doing.
Crowd: Ass-hooooles! Ass-hooooles! Ass-hooooles!
[Calming the fans down with his hands, Batee pleads...]
Mr. Batee: Give me a second people...
Crowd: [Simmering down]
Mr. Batee: From this point forward, Miami's Most Wanted is dead to BACW!
Crowd: [POP!]
Mr. Batee: That's right folks; they are now BANNED from Bad ASS Championship Wrestling for life!
Crowd: Na-nanana-Na-nanana Say-aa Good Bye! Na-nanana-Na-nanana Say-aa Good Bye! Na-nanana-Na-nanana Say-aa Good Bye!
Mr. Batee: So Josh and Mike, if you can hear me from outside in the parking lot... please do me a favor, pack your bags, sign with another company, and get the hell out of MY Mid-Atlantic region!!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: I don't believe it! Batee just suspended Miami's Most Wanted for life and since he owns the alliance, who knows if these guys will ever get on another major NWA show.
E.D: I normally don't agree with Batee but in this instance I have to say, Miami's Most Wanted really screwed them selves here.
[Reaching into his bag, Mr. Batee pulls out the original BACW tag belts, and holds them up to the crowd.]
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Are those the belts that were taken from The Logan's a few months ago?
E.D: Yes they are!
[Slinging them over his shoulder with a sly smile Mr. Batee exclaims...]
Mr. Batee: And just to show you Logan Boys that I really do appreciate your work, I got your BACW championship belts back! That's right Logan's... See while those two ingrates were stomping around the parking lot and puffing out their chests, I stole them back from right underneath their noses!
[Panning to the parking lot, you can see Miami's Most Wanted opening up the trunk of their car and going crazy.]
Joshua Marcus: Where are the belts?
Michael Davidson: I don't know!
Josh & Mike: Son of a bitch!!
[In the background, you can now see police lights flashing...]
Mr. Batee: And before I have you boys arrested for trespassing, I just hope you...
Crowd: ENJOYED! THE! BRUTALITY!
[Tossing the belts to the champs, Mr. Batee exits back through the curtains and out of sight. Fading from the parking lot as the police escort Miami's Most Wanted off the property, The Logan's exit the arena too as we shift into the back where the NWA World Television champion Gaetan LaValle gets ready for his match with Chris Ross.]
Interview with Candice Hoffman: Gaetan LaValle
[Standard backstage segment setup]
Candice Hoffman: Hello fanboys and fangirls, I'm your sexy on the scene X-Zone Reporter Candice Hoffman here and with me right now is the World TV Champion Gaetan LaValle. Well, tonight, Gaetan, you've got your very first Street Fight match, and it's against BACW veteran, "The Hawaiian Sensation" Chris Ross- right here on New Years' Eve. Any resolutions?
[GL looks at the floor for a moment, then at the interviewer, and then at the camera.]
LaValle: Maybe this is funny to some... a Frenchman- even one in Brooklyn- 'street fighting'? But let me ask you this: do you know what happens in Paris, every New Year's?
[Candice gestures 'no'.]
LaValle: They flip cars over and light them on fire! They riot! And if my road to getting what's due to me in BACW means I have to start a one-man riot of my own? That's what will happen! If it means it's- not a car- but Chris Ross I have to flip over and light on fire? That's what will happen!
[He nods...]
LaValle: Maybe you thought this quest of mine ended when I won the TV title... not even close, mes amis. It's only just begun. My "hit list" is long... but not as long as it was. And it's getting shorter every day.
[He shakes his head...]
LaValle: NO- I haven't fought this match before. NO- there's no way to 'practice' for a street fight. But if you think that's going to stop me from going out there, fighting until I drop and stealing the show, if I can? Then you haven't HEARD 'my resolution'.
Candice: What is it?
LaValle: Defy the odds. Deny the doubters... beat everyone they put in front of me. It's not a hard one to keep. I've been DOING it, already! Chris Ross? PREPARE TO BE EUROTRASHED!
[...and with that, LaValle walks off, loaded for bear.]
Non-Title Match
Gaetan LaValle vs. Chris Ross
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall and will carry a 30 minute time limit! Already in the ring, he is the challenger, from Honolulu, Hawaii - Chris Ross!
Chris Ross: ROAR!!!!!!
Crowd: [BOO!]
E.D: You know if the match isn't going to be for the title then I fail to understand why it matters or why it's on a BACW pay per view for the matter.
Promo: The match counts because with a victory tonight by Spectre and Gaetan, it sets up the perfect rubber match. Bottom line, win or lose, Gaetan must show he can 'hang' with the BACW big boys.
E.D: I would love to see those two one more time but something tells me Spectre isn't going to hold up his end of the bargain.
Promo: Speaking of Spectre, I'm surprised he didn't try to attack Gaetan before the match...
E.D: Like I said, Spectre has his hands full later and the last thing he needs is for a plan like that to blow up in his face... and speaking of the champ, what the hell is this?!
Promo: Apparently the LaValle has our stagehands setting up a chair, small table and good Lord is that tea set?
E.D: ...obviously, he's mocking Chris Ross' assessment of him as a "tea sipping fruitcake".
[There's a flurry of recorded applause and the recorded sounds of a symphony warming up start across the arena before the lights start to dim.]
Stuffher: And now, introducing at this time, the NWA World Television Champion....
[Strings and little bits of brass, as the musicians start tuning up.]
Stuffher: Tonight hailing from Frenchtown, New Jersey...
[The beginning of a symphony begins as Gaetan LaValle comes out onto the little stage at the top of the ramp. He's dressed in a red evening robe, and nods respectfully to the audience, as he makes time to sit for the tea.]
Gaetan LaValle: HOULALA!
[As the symphony dissolves into screaming, anarchic French punk music, as- in one motion, he charges the ring at a lightning sprint, ditching the robe on the way.]
Promo: Here we GO!
Referee: FIGHT!
E.D: LaValle closes in throwing fast combos at Ross!
Promo: From the side, LaValle catches Ross in the gut with a roundhouse kick and that one was only slightly less powerful.
E.D: It was more like a sissy kick.
[Chris doubles over long enough for LaValle to twist on an arm lock, drape a leg across the back of Ross' neck, and crashing the whole thing into an old-school DDT/Jawbreaker combo!]
[BOOM!]
Crowd: [WOW!]
Promo: Talk about the kitchen sink ladies and gentlemen that was a Rocker Dropper!
E.D: I haven't seen one of those since about 1987!
Promo: That's what makes this guy so special.
[Inside the ring, LaValle springboards off the ropes like a bullet from a gun, and launching himself at Ross connects with a high Cross-Body Block.]
E.D: NO! Chris catches LaValle and look out...
[BOOM!]
E.D: ...tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker!
Promo: Gaetan bounces off the knee and crashes to the mat clutching his back in pain.
E.D: I think things are about to get really ugly for the sissy Frenchman.
Promo: Staggering to his feet, the champion although dazed still begs Ross to bring it.
E.D: Hey that's copy right infringement!!!
[Circling the logo, Ross and Gaetan now exchange shots in the center of the ring until Ross drops Gaetan over his back and stomps over his head in a violent fashion. Stunned on the canvas, Chris bails from the ring and pushes a table up against the ropes much to the delight of the fans.]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: Ross tries to push the table under the ropes but Gaetan kicks the table into Ross' face!
CrAcK!
Crowd: [OOO!]
E.D: That had to hurt.
[Stumbling forward Ross still tries to push the table into the ring again, but Gaetan blocks it for a second time, jumps over it, and once again sends the table into Ross' face.]
Chris Ross: ARGH!
Promo: Ross is busted open and this gash might come into play later on in the match.
E.D: I don't believe it; Ross is getting out of Dodge!
Promo: Well I don't blame him... He's cut and needs to recover.
[Gaetan follows Ross up the ramp and connecting with a low blow, Chris holds his nuts in pain while LaValle sets up a few tables.]
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: This is taking too long for him to open up all these tables.
E.D: Ross from behind!
[Spinning around, Gaetan fights back with a kick to the gut and elbow shots to the back and neck. LaValle looks to setup Ross for a pump handle Slam through one of the tables but the massive Ross counters! Gaetan re-counters kicking the table over and then takes a shot from Ross right across the face.]
Crowd: [OOO!]
Promo: Ross with a huge big boot that drops Gaetan and my God, he's too close to the edge!!!
E.D: AAAH!!!!
CrAaAcK!!!!!!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Promo: OH MY GOD!!!!
E.D: Off the stage and through the concession stage goes Gaetan LaValle and folks, he's not moving at all!
Crowd: Is he dead?! Is he dead?! Is he dead?!
[Slowly climbing down to the wreckage, Ross drags LaValle back to the ring and body slams him on the concrete. Tossing a table inside the ring, Chris sets up another near the apron while Gaetan writhes on the floor in pain.]
Promo: Why isn't he pinning him?
E.D: Ross with a big right!
[Then from out of nowhere, Gaetan returns fire with kicks and forearms to the back of the big Hawiian. Shaking off the hurt, LaValle throws Chris over the table, goes up to the top turnbuckle but Ross bails.]
Promo: Where is LaValle getting this strength from?
E.D: Must be all that Viagra!!
Promo: Huh?
E.D: Never mind...
[Getting his tactical mind back, LaValle starts hacking away at Ross' legs with a lightning barrage of side kicks.]
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
THWACK!
E.D: Protecting himself, Ross leans forward to catch the next kick...
Crowd: [DAMN!]
E.D: ...and gets one vicious one to the head for his trouble.
Promo: LaValle is taking it to the streets and is undoing the turnbuckle!!
[Booting Ross in the gut to double him over ... LaValle backs up across the ring, and hits a cross-ring running drop kick that launches Ross backwards like a rocket into a now exposed turnbuckle!]
[THUDDD!]
E.D: Ross bails from the ring and Gaetan is quick to follow.
Promo: Gaetan exits, then sends Ross back first into the apron forcing him to arch his back in agony.
[Gaetan then tosses Chris back inside and drops an elbow off the second rope.]
[BOOM!]
Promo: LaValle has Ross up against the ropes and look at this; he's unloading with a series of knee shots.
E.D: Ross is once again bailing through the ropes to avoid the onslaught and he's hurt bad.
[Gaetan tries kicking Ross from the apron to the table below, but Ross hangs on with all this might.]
Promo: Pele kick to Ross drops him back over the ropes like a sack of dirt and LaValle is looking to get extreme.
Crowd: Gae-TAN! Gae-TAN! Gae-TAN!
[With the crowd chanting his name, Gaetan props a table up in the corner, puts Ross on his shoulder, but Ross jumps off and levels him with a series of clotheslines.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Ross with nasty ass snap power slam through the leaned up table and...
[CrAaACkKk!]
E.D: ...and I think he just broke LaValle in two!
[Ross takes the padding off another turnbuckle and goes over to LaValle, and locks him up for a running Snake Eyes into the exposed metal. As he begins, LaValle digs down, and locks on a surprise Guillotine Sleeper!]
Promo: Where the hell did that come from?
E.D: STOP SPITTING ON ME!
[The improvised move catches Ross off guard, and he falls to the mat as the referee starts asking if Ross if he wants to submit.]
Chris Ross: NO!!!!
E.D: Ross powers to his feet but LaValle snitches in move a bit tighter.
[This time, Ross manages to stay vertical, but the extra weight of LaValle hanging off of him makes him spin and stagger a little. He reaches the ropes, but Gaetan lunges his weight backwards, almost dropping him to the mat.]
Promo: He's charging the turnbuckle!
E.D: Gaetan better think fast!
[At the last possible moment, LaValle releases the hold and drops to the mat, grabbing his leg in pain and sending Ross toward the corner instead!]
E.D: LaValle is hurt but he barely misses hitting the second buckle head first.
Promo: The champion is struggling to push himself upright again, as Ross looks to set him up for the kill.
E.D: Football punt to the face stops Gaetan dead in his tracks and do mean DEAD IN HIS TRACKS!
Promo: Oh my God, what's Ross doing?
[Ross lays a folding ladder between two open chairs...]
E.D: He obviously means to superplex LaValle through the whole ungodly mess.
Crowd: [Rumbling with excitement]
Promo: Ross lifts LaValle up, and hauls him into position.
[The young Frenchman, seeing what's about to happen to him, starts throwing every possible strike he can... Punches, elbows, and even a knee strike!]
Promo: That knee found the target and stuns Ross long enough for LaValle to follow up with a snap savate kick to the head.
E.D: This guy just won't quit!
Promo: Ross falls back across the discarded ladder as the crowd howls and cheers!!
Crowd: [POP!]
[Limping around the ring, Gaetan hoists himself up onto the top rope, and hits a Somersault Double Foot-Stomp THROUGH the ladder, Chris Ross and all!]
[CrUnCh!]
Chris Ross: UGH!
Promo: AAAHH!!!!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
E.D: Bad ASS Wrestling indeed... Ross had to break a few ribs off that exchange and if the main event is better than this match, there might not be enough television time for this entire pay per view to in its entirety.
[Carried through by his own momentum, LaValle falls backward unable to properly roll to his feet.]
Promo: Ross is in his own dimension of pain!
[Barely able to stand, LaValle pulls Ross in the corner, and stumbles across the ring to set up for a splash. As Gaetan rushes across, Ross slides himself outside and rather than collide with the turnbuckles, LaValle thinks fast, steps up off the second buckle, springboards himself cross-corner OVER the top rope and flies to the outside head scissoring Ross to the concrete!]
Promo: Are you shitting me!?
E.D: If I wasn't here to see it I would have never believed it could be done.
[...LaValle comes up, doing his "L" and "V" hand signs, to the applause of the crowd.]
Crowd: That was awesome! [Clap-clap-clapclaplcap] That was awesome! [Clap-clap-clapclaplcap] That was awesome! [Clap-clap-clapclaplcap]
Promo: Both on the outside with blood streaming down Ross' face, LaValle goes for a springboard clothesline off the ring barrier but Chris uses a modified Gorilla Press to throw Gaetan upward but the champ rolls out of it to his feet.
[LaValle hops up to the ring apron, then launches himself at Chris with a modified springboard Lionsault... which the Hawaiian Sensation CATCHES...]
Promo: Oh my God NO!
[...and putting LaValle in a power slam position, charges the far barricades at linebacker speeds!]
[CLAnG!]
Gaetan LaValle: ARGH!
E.D: LaValle takes the edge of the barrier into his back and that had to hurt baaaad!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Ross snaps a chair shut and...
[CA-MOTHER-FUCKIN-CRACK!!!!!]
Crowd: [OOO!]
E.D: Jesus driving an ice cream truck into the pits of hell wearing a gasoline bikini!
[Pure and simple... Gaetan LaValle takes the single hardest, loudest chair shot Chris Ross can deliver and even with the noise of the crowd, you can hear the metallic snap of impact echo across the arena. Even some BACW faithful gasp as the chair bends in half.]
Promo: LaValle collapses in place and folks, there is blood squirting from his head like a water fountain and I think this match needs to be stopped.
E.D: What? Tis merely a flesh wound!
Promo: Thank God we have a press.
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
E.D: NO!
Promo: How in the world...
E.D: I have no idea Paul.
Promo: LaValle kicks out and this one's going to continue.
[Back to his feet and throwing stuff around the ring in a rage, Ross sets up a table at ringside looking to break to blood soaked LaValle once and for all.]
Promo: Leaving the table set up on the floor, Chris pushes Gaetan under the ropes and I can't even imagine what's going through that lunatic head.
E.D: Well it's clear to me that Ross wants to suplex LaValle over the top rope, to the floor, and through that table.
Promo: Ross is jacking him up!
Promo: He doesn't have the strength to counter, but Gaetan does manage to tangle his legs in the ropes blocking the move.
E.D: Irish whip into the ropes and here comes the champ on the rebound.
Crowd: [WHOAAAA!]
[CLaNg!]
Promo: LaValle counters with a sunset flip and did you see Ross's head bound off that dented steel chair?
E.D: Gaetan tosses Ross over the top rope, but a stunned Ross lands on the ring apron.
[Gaetan misses a wild kick and the two exchange right hands near the table that Ross set up moments ago. LaValle gets the better of the exchange and has Ross up for Frenchland but Ross slides off, kicks Gaetan in the stomach and connects with a nasty DDT slowing down the action.]
Promo: Irish whip into the ropes and Gaetan catches Ross with a standing drop kick that sends the big man flat onto his back.
[Signaling to the people that it's time to put this one away LaValle grabs the table and slams it across the chest of an already injured Chris Ross. Setting the table back up near the corner, Gaetan puts Chris chest first over the table and goes up to the second rope.]
Crowd: Jump! Jump! Jump!
Promo: Here comes the French Revolution!!!!!
[And as Gaetan bounces and flies through the air, Ross jumps up from the table and catches the champion with his Wipe Out finisher causing Gaetan to crash through the table.]
Crowd: [WOW!]
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Referee: Ring the bell! This one's over!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Your winner of the contest by pin fall, Chris Ross!!!!
Crowd: [Clapping but not for Ross but more out of respect for the unbelievable performance] Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: Gaetan LaValle has been knocked out cold and unfortunately for him, here come the medics to stretcher him from the arena.
E.D: LaValle has nothing to be ashamed of because let's be real, both men looked great and both men delivered the performance of a lifetime.
Promo: So you're saying Ross got lucky?
E.D: What? NO! What I'm saying is that if it were a regular wrestling match, I just don't know if Chris Ross wins this one.
Crowd: [Clapping but not for Ross but more out of respect for the unbelievable performance] Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: Folks, its time to take a break, but when we return, it's going to be Kurt Chavez defended his Empire State Championship against Ronnie McNeil with the winner getting an NWA World title match at our March pay per view Grinder. We'll see you in a few...
***Run Commercial for BACW March Pay Per View: Grinder***
Promo: Fans we are back from the break, and before we get to our next championship bout, let's show you what happened when Gaetan LaValle was carried from the ring just moments ago.
[WOOOSH!]
[Inside the ring, Chris Ross looks on with a smile as the doctors are cautious not to jostle the blood caked wrestler too much. When suddenly, the jeers for Ross change to cheers for LaValle as Ross exits.]
Crowd: Thank you Gae-tan! [clap-clap-clapclapclap] Thank you Gae-tan! [clap-clap-clapclapclap] Thank you Gae-tan! [clap-clap-clapclapclap]
[And the farther he got from the ring, the louder the chant became. See it didn't matter that Gaetan lost the match; it only mattered to the fans watching that his performance entertained a very educated crowd who had just started to appreciate his skills.]
Promo: I can't even hear myself think...
E.D: It's really fucking loud in here!
Promo: I tell you Eric, to LaValle, applauds like this mean Gaetan has finally EARNED the respect not every wrestler gets when they grace a BACW ring. In fact, tomorrow several might ask... Was it Ross who put him over or was it Gaetan who carried the load himself?
E.D: As of right now, your guess is as good as mine.
Crowd: You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore!
Promo: What an amazing response from some amazing fans...
[WOOOSH!]
Empire State Championship
Kurt Chavez vs. Ronnie McNeil
Promo: A standing ovation is what he received and I have to wonder, who really won that match?
E.D: As far as the record books go? Chris Ross is no doubt winner but as far as the fans were concerned, unquestionably it was Gaetan LaValle.
Promo: Let's go to the ring for next bout.
[We start off the opening of our next contest with a loud "INSTANT ADDICTION" chant.]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is for the Empire State Championship!
Crowd: [POP!]
Stuffher: and will yield to the winner, a chance to face the current NWA World Champion at our March pay per view Grinder!
Crowd: [Excitement]
Stuffher: Already in the ring, he is a former NWA World Champion – and he goes by the name of Ronnie McNeil!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Appears these BACW fans aren't 100% behind Ronnie McNeil.
E.D: Look Paul, the guy refuses to sign autographs, he doesn't take pictures, and pretty much he ignores the entire BACW community. Why should they back someone who only cares about themselves?
Promo: I hear ya.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And his opponent... Coming down the isle he is the current Empire State champion! The Instant Addiction Kurt Chavez!
Crowd: [MEGA POP!]
[Flipping into the ring, McNeil immediately drops Chavez with a sucker punch, gets in a few chops and then quickly rolls out when Chavez goes on the attack.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Crowd: Instant Ad-diction! Let's go Kurt! Instant Ad-diction! Let's go Kurt! Instant Ad-diction! Let's go Kurt!
Promo: They sure love this guy here in New York.
E.D: Trust me Paul; it's not just New York.
Promo: You talking about the Twitter thing?
E.D: Yup!
[Promo acknowledges the "Instant Addiction" chant talking about how Kurt's Twitter petition to get a world title shot against the current champion is gaining in popularity. Hearing the chants, McNeil beats down Chavez in the corner showing little or no mercy.]
Promo: Look out!
[Ronnie catches Kurt with a huge dropkick out of the corner and the crowd explodes with boos.]
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
[Chavez counters the Irish whip with a leap frog and unloading a clothesline, he sends Ronnie McNeil to the outside. Bouncing off the nylon and leaping over the ropes, Chavez then attempts a twisting dive.]
E.D: Ronnie sees it coming!
Promo: McNeil with a quick neck breaker onto the concrete floor and the place erupts once again!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
[McNeil drops a flying elbow and then getting up quickly he yells...]
Ronnie McNeil: I GOTS THIS!!
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Another chant starts up as McNeil has Chavez back in the ring and down in a headlock. Chavez attempts a comeback and Ronnie drops him back down.]
Promo: McNeil is giving it his all and as Chavez starts to fade, so does his dream of becoming World Heavyweight champion.
E.D: Ronnie with an Irish whip but Kurt reverses the hold sending McNeil into the corner with a THUD!
[Stumbling back into the center, it's McNeil with a reverse suplex dropping Chavez on his face.]
Promo: Out of the corner for a press.
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
E.D: NO!
Referee: TWO!! Continue the match.
[Pulling Kurt from the canvas, Chavez dodges Ronnie's finisher and counters with clotheslines, then side kick and finally a swinging neck breaker.]
Promo: Here's the cover by Chavez!
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Referee: TWO!!
Promo: Kurt can't believe it but if there is one thing I know about Ronnie McNeil it's that he's got an unlimited reserve in his gas tank.
E.D: Inside the ring, Chavez continues with a springboard kick to the face but Ronnie slaps it away and counters with a sleeper.
Promo: NO! Chavez re-counters into a sleeper of his own.
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Listen to the fans get behind Kurt Chavez!
Crowd: KURT! KURT! KURT!
[Feeling the crowd's intensity, Chavez pulls off a textbook tornado DDT and hooking the leg for the 1 2 THREE!!!]
Crowd: [YEAH!!!!]
Promo: Hold up! McNeil's foot is on the bottom rope and the referee is waving off the count.
Referee: TWO!!
[A series of pin fall attempts between the two ensue with McNeil is trying to end it with a fameasser but Chavez closes the door with his finisher from out of no where.]
[BOOM!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: This could be it!
Referee: ONE!
E.D: Ronine isn't moving!!
Referee: TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: I don't believe it!
E.D: Chavez wins again!! Unreal!
Referee: Ring the bell, this one's over!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Your winner of the bout by pin fall, and STILL Empire State Champion and going onto our March pay per view to face the current NWA World champion, The Instant Addiction Kurt Chavez!
Crowd: [POP!]
[Covering his face and falling backwards onto the canvas, Chavez takes the title from the referee and most important, secures a once in a lifetime shot at the NWA World championship. Reaching his hand out to help McNeil off the canvas, Ronnie spits on Chavez's offering and rolls from the ring.]
Promo: I can't believe Ronnie...
[...and before Paul can finish his sentence, out steps Mr. Batee once again onto the ramp.]
Mr. Batee: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Hold the pickles, hold the lettuce! First of all, congratulations to you Kurt Chavez for winning your match and retaining your championship.
Mr. Batee: ...and second...
[Shaking his head a disgusted Ronnie tries to push his way by Batee but the owner holds out his hand and stops the former world champ from passing.]
Mr. Batee: Wait a minute Ronnie...
[Knocking Batee's hand from his chest, McNeil continues to walk...]
Mr. Batee: Turn your back on me now Ronnie, and you can keep walking if you catch my drift.
[Stopping dead in his tracks, Ronnie reluctantly turns to listen...]
Mr. Batee: Since you have been here in BACW all I have heard is how underused you are and how lost your career seems to be. You're a legend trying to make one more run and trust me son, I get it! But despite those feelings, your loss here tonight, and your overall shitty attitude, I'm still impressed at what you can do inside that ring so here’s what I am offering.
Promo: Batee better be careful...
Mr. Batee: The NWA rankings have you as the number one man in the television division and since this a Christmas show; I'm going to give you a gift. How would you like to face the current NWA World Television champion with the strap on the line?
[Ronnie nods...]
Mr. Batee: Well then once the ink dries and I get a firm yes from our NWA Head booker, then you will have one more opportunity to show me that you can deliver inside that ring. Until then, shut the fuck up and Merry Christmas Ronnie!
[Turning and vanishing through the curtain, a smirking McNeil exits as the show continues...]
Promo: So tonight, Ronnie McNeil leaves 2012 Ways to Bleed with a loss but gains something more important.
E.D: A shot at the world television title?
Promo: Bigger than that... Tonight, he earned Mr. Batee's admiration.
[Shuffles papers...]
Promo: Folks, it's time to go to the ring for our NWA World Hardcore championship
NWA World Hardcore Championship
Kai Kennedy ( c ) vs. Azrael
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: This next contest is for the NWA World Hardcore championship!
Crowd: [POP!]
Hi Barbie.
Hi Ken!
Do you wanna go for a ride?
Sure Ken!
Jump in!
["Barbie Girl" by Aqua starts playing.]
E.D: What the hell? Who's this? We're supposed to be having the World Television championship now?
[He is cut off by the laughter of the crowd, as a pretty, pink convertible passes through the curtains and in the driver's seat...]
E.D: Holy crap! It's that f***ing guy!
Promo: You mean "That F***ing Guy"...
E.D: Whatever.
Promo: Wait, what is Kennedy doing in a hot pink car?!
E.D: A better question is why the hell is reporter Candice Hoffman in the passenger seat!
[The ever-sexy Candice Hoffman is indeed riding alongside Kennedy, and looks to be having a fun time to say the least. As the car pulls down the ramp, we can see that Kennedy is actually dressed up like the pretentious douche bag, Ken or somebody from Jersey Shore. Take your pick.]
Promo: I can't believe what I'm seeing. I don't think we've ever seen something like this before.
E.D: Well, you know what everybody says about him, right?
Promo: Yeah! That he's f***ing nuts!
E.D: I think this probably just goes to solidify those claims.
[Kai has left the vehicle, and jumped into the ring, holding up the NWA World Hardcore Championship, before handing it to the referee. After the ref takes the belt, Kai quickly pats down his pockets, and sticks his hand into his back pockets.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Some love him, others hate him...
E.D: According to this crowd, I think the emphasis should be on the word hate.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And his opponent... From parts unknown... Azrael!
[The arena falls into darkness but Azrael does not appear...]
Stuffher: AZRAEL!
[Azrael still does not appear...]
Promo: Where is he?
E.D: Are you deaf, or just dumb?
Promo: WHAT?
E.D: Clearly you're both...
Promo: [rolls eyes...]
E.D: Azrael has been saying all month long that if Mr. Batee didn't drop the championship stipulation from the match that he would not wrestle. According to the grapevine, and our ring announcer, this is still a championship bout.
Promo: So what are you saying? We aren't going to have a match?
E.D: That's exactly what I'm...
[Just then Chris Ross' music hit and stumbling to ring still crusted up with blood, he takes the microphone and says...]
Chris Ross: Kai! You think you're bad? You're not bad... In fact you're a joke! Don't waste your time waiting for Azrael to come out here, put that belt on the line and fight ME!!!
Promo: Kai is nodding his head and folks; it's obvious to me... Chris Ross is getting his shot at the title right here and right now!
Crowd: ROSS! ROSS! ROSS!
E.D: Ross has been beaten up from his previous match with LaValle, and in my opinion, Kennedy is most likely making a great decisions.
Promo: I don't know about that... I mean Chris Ross is still a few eggs shy of a bakers dozen.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: BACW fans, replacing Azrael in this world hardcore match... Chris Ross!!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: The referee calls for the bell and here we GO!
[Both men circle the ring, and Ross quickly grabs Kennedy's arm.]
Promo: Arm ringer applied but Kennedy gets out, clubs Ross down, and sends him to the ropes.
E.D: Kai is stepping it up!
[On the rebound, Kennedy turns Ross inside out with a nasty knee to the midsection and sinking his teeth into Chris' stitched up wound, the blood starts to pour once again from his forehead.]
E.D: Kennedy hits a double under-hook suplex, and he kicks Chris in the ribs.
Promo: Oh man, he's digging his nails into Chris' wound... I think I'm going to throw up.
[Looking to pour on the pressure, Kennedy front suplexes the challenger onto the top rope, and then follows up by choking him with his knee.]
Promo: Irish whip into the corner and Kai drives a shoulder into his midsection with force.
Crowd: [OOO!]
E.D: Ross is a bloody mess!
Promo: Wait a minute... What's that?
[Then from out of nowhere, Azrael's music hits, and we see him making his way to the ring with a barbwire Santa sack slung over his shoulder.]
Promo: I thought he wasn't going to wrestle in this match?
E.D: The man has a barbwire Santa sack Paul, without a doubt he's not here to officially wrestle.
[Inside the ring, Kennedy goes to put Ross in a Camel Clutch but he stops to yell at Azrael who is now on the apron.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
[With the distraction in place, Ross bicycle kicks the champion in the jaw and then unloads with a Wipe Out finisher.]
[BOOM!]
Promo: Shoulders to the canvas!
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: I don't believe it! Chris Ross is the brand new NWA World Hardcore champion!!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Your winner of the contest by pin fall, and NEW NWA World Hardcore Champion Chris Ross!!
Crowd: [POP!] You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore!
[Falling to his knees and clutching the champion belt, Ross' blood continues to pour splattering on the metal plates of the title. Stumbling to his feet, Ross climbs the turnbuckle to celebrate when...]
Promo: Look out!
[...from behind, Azrael delivers a low blow crutching Ross on his perch.]
E.D: Azrael has the barbwire Santa sack in the center of the ring, and I think he wants to suplex Ross onto it!
Promo: Come on Azrael! Can't you see the man is covered in his own blood?
[Looping Chris' arm over his head and grabbing the tights, Azrael arches backwards and as if we were watching this in slow motion, the two men crash onto the barbwire mess... but hold on because just when you thought it was over...]
[KA-BOOOOM!]
Promo: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!
E.D: We are being attacked!
[A C4 explosion ignites from within the barbwire bag and the two men are blown to high hell.]
Promo: Azrael and Chris Ross are engulfed in a mushroom cloud and something tells me neither man is okay.
E.D: The explosion was massive and here comes the BACW medical team to evaluate the damage.
Promo: I can't believe what I just saw.
[As the smoke begins to clear, you notice there is only one man in the ring and that's the champion. Azrael has vanished and zooming in; we gasp in the horror at what's left of Chris Ross.]
Promo: I don't know how he did it, but Azrael is gone and my God, he has wrapped Chris Ross' head in barbwire like an extreme version of Jesus Christ.
E.D: Ross is quivering and that can’t be good.
Promo: I agree... I mean...
[Speechless, the medical team continues to cut the barbwire off of Chris Ross as we fade to a commercial.]
[WOOOSH!]
***Run video montage of scenes that recently happened tonight...***
[WOOOSH!]
Promo: Folks, we are back from the break and all I can say is wow!
E.D: I agree, 2012 Ways to Bleed has unquestionably lived up to its billing.
Promo: And we have one more match to go!
[Shuffles papers...]
Promo: Let's go to the ring for our main event.
BACW Heavyweight Championship – Steel Cage
Michael Barnes ( c ) vs. The Spectre
[The lights go out and "Memphisto" by Depeche Mode begins playing on the speakers. An eerie purple glow and an ominous fog fill the arena as The Spectre steps from behind the curtain and makes his way down to the arena very methodically.]
Crowd: [Spect-re! Spect-re! Spect-re!]
[A strange and creepy smile is plastered on the Sadistic Nut's face and he continues to stroll down to the ringside area before slowly making his way up the steps and inside the cage. He carefully scans the structure of the cage and then acknowledges the crowd, pointing to them as he raises his fist high in the air and beats the side of his chest in approval.]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And now introducing to you, the challenger. He hails from The Deepest Corners of Your Mind, and weighs in at 282 pounds. This is.... THE SPECTRE!!!
Promo: So what about strategy for this one?
E.D: Barnes has an MMA fighter style and will likely try to use this to his advantage. Spectre should take out the use of his hands by stepping on them or the wrists, grinding them against the cage.
Promo: Interesting...
E.D: Put it this way, when that bell rings, Spectre will be ready to punch Barnes right between the eyes.
Promo: Yowzers!
Stuffher: And now for the champion....
["Crying like a Bitch" by Godsmack hits the PA system as the lights start to flash Michael Barnes appears on the top of the ramp with a man carrying the BACW Heavyweight title and a medical kit. Barnes wearing Black MMA Trunks and a Black Robe with Purple silk trim grabs a roll of tape and wraps his hands as he walks down to the ring. The Crowd is booing as he stops at the stairs and turns towards the man taking the BACW Title and placing it on his shoulder Barnes puts his hands out and the man places gloves on his hand. Barnes puts a mouth piece in and takes his robe off laying it on the floor he stands straight as the man places some Vaseline on his face. Barnes turns and stomps up the stairs crawling under the ropes he lays the BACW title in the middle of the ring and bear crawls across the ring. The man reaches into the medical bag and pulls out a water bottle then grabs a microphone. Heading into the ring he gives Barnes a drink then hands him the microphone.]
Michael Barnes: BACW! I am your Heavyweight champion and tonight I am coming out here to say that each and every one of you sitting out there tonight drinking your Dr. Pepper are doing something you never knew that you will hate yourself for. You are supporting me for everything I have done.
[Barnes picks the title up as he looks around the arena.]
Barnes: If you drive a Chevrolet then you support me because they are my sponsors they are why I can continue to step into the ring and not have to worry about what will happen to me I have done commercials that will be released sometime next year. The money is rolling in and this title is going to continue to bring that money in for me and as long as I hold it the company will have the money to continue to put on the how you all want to see.
[Barnes holds the title high above his head.]
Barnes: Spectre I am going to destroy you.
Promo: Entering the cage, Barnes hands the title to the referee and here we GO!
[The bell rings, and Barnes immediately tries to escape the cage, but Spectre quickly pulls him down. Barnes tries it again, and Spectre pulls him off again. Spectre tries to corner him, but Barnes ducks and once again avoids contact. Using the space within the cage, Barnes begins to kick the challenger in MMA fashion, but Spectre pushes him off and limps away. Zeroing in on his legs, Barnes continues to kick the now injured ankle of the challenger, but Spectre fights back sending him into the cage.]
[CLANG!]
Crowd: [OOO!]
Promo: Spectre sandwiches Barnes into the cage!
[Raising his hand, the challenger gives the armpit rub to Barnes and the crowd scowls.]
E.D: I sure hope Spectre showered.
Promo: Talk about giving someone the stink face.
[As the bout progresses, we can see Spectre destroying Michael Barnes hitting him with everything but the kitchen sink. During this assault, Spectre uses the ropes to slingshot Mike into the cage instantly busting open his forehead.]
Promo: The champ is cut!
E.D: It's going to take more than a gash to stop the Barnes.
[Inside the cage, Spectre applies a nerve hold, but Barnes gets out with a pair of kicks to the head. Spectre then immediately clotheslines him down and shouts, "Merry Christmas!"]
Crowd: [Laughter]
Spectre: Let me out of here!
Promo: Spectre orders the door to be opened.
[As he goes to leave, Barnes stops him with a dropkick, and he begins clubbing away at the challenger. Spectre pushes him away, and he turns him inside out with a killer clothesline from home.]
Promo: Spectre covers him for a fall.
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
E.D: No!
Referee: Kick out!
Promo: Spectre goes to leave again, but Barnes hangs on to the ankle.
[Struggling, Barnes begins to kick him in the ankle, and he uses the ropes to break the hold. Looking up to the heavens, the champion goes to climb up the cage, but Spectre crotches him on the top rope.]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: Spectre no!
[Reaching back, Spectre clotheslines Barnes off cage and crashing to the canvas, bounces off the logo like a super ball. Motioning to the referee, Spectre has the man in stripes open the door as he pushes Barnes off to the side.]
Promo: The challenger is taking time to nurse his injured ankle.
E.D: He better not take too long!
[Turning his attention back to the champ, Spectre picks him up onto his shoulders, but Barnes slides off, and kicks Spectre in the injured ankle again crippling him in place. Barnes applies a deep ankle Lock, and Spectre screams in pain.]
Spectre: ARRRGH!
Referee: Do you want to quit?
Spectre: NO!!!!!
Barnes: Quit or I will break it!
Spectre: NO!!!!!
Promo: Spectre needs to think of something fast.
[Wiggling onto his back, Spectre powers out, and tries to pick Barnes up, but Michael scrambles from harms way.]
Promo: Barnes takes Spectre down and applies the ankle lock for a second time but once again, it's Spectre who is able to power out!
E.D: This is a chance for Spectre to get back in the driver's seat again and start off the New Year off with a bang.
Promo: It's also a chance to end the Spectre/Barnes feud once and for all.
[With the crowd buzzing, Barnes releases the hold and goes to climb out of the cage, but Spectre limps to his feet and pulls him off.]
Promo: Barnes hits hard and I think Spectre's going to try and win this thing.
[Spectre goes to the second rope to climb out, but Barnes climbs over him.]
E.D: Spectre grabs him, and he pulls him back in.
Promo: Both men exchanges punches at the top of the cage and look at it wobble.
Crowd: Let's go Spectre! Let's go Barnes! Let's go Spectre! Let's go Barnes! Let's go Spectre! Let's go Barnes!
E.D: The cage doesn't look like it can hold them both.
[Barnes goes to get out of the cage, but Spectre hangs on to him.]
Promo: Is Spectre really trying to set up his sweet dreams finisher from the top of the cage?
E.D: Jesus no! It's too high!!
[And just as Spectre is about to leap off with Barnes on his back, the cage wall gives way to their weight and the two fall back into the ring with a violent THUD!]
CrAaAaAsSsSsShH!!!!
Promo: OH MY GOD!!!!!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
E.D: The referee pounds the canvas!
Promo: Both men are out cold!
Crowd: ONE! TWO!!
Referee: THREE!!!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Are you kidding me? How in the world did Michael Barnes retain the title!?
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Your winner of contest and still BACW Heavyweight champion – Michael Barnes!
E.D: What an ending to an unbelievable night!
Promo: As you can all see on the replay, Barnes just happened to land on Spectre but watch how the panel of the cage, hits Barnes in the back of the head forcing it into Spectre's face.
E.D: He's going to have one hell of a headache in the morning.
Promo: The heck with the headache, Spectre's face could be broken!
E.D: Well it wasn't like he looked Magnum Randell to begin with.
Promo: That's really low, even for you...
E.D: Thank you.
Promo: Well folks that's all the time we have for now. So on behalf of the BACW, eWrestling.Org and Mr. Batee, we bid you good night from 2012 Ways to Bleed!
[Fading on the ring, we watch as the medical team fades to black...]
End ppv
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