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I'm Under Your Bed
[We open our show inside what appears to be a dark and empty room. As the camera beams through the putrid stench, you can practically feel the dust strangling the demonic impurities that are exploding from within the abyss. The cold dead breath from the camera man blows in front of the lens and squeezing the image deeper into the depth of disgust, you are finally startled by a pair of burning red eyes.]
Monster: Hello BACW, and welcome to my world.
[A clump of scat hits the lens and taking his filthy fingers the monster liberally releases vomit swallowing aroma into the air.]
Monster: I see you have ALL noticed the destruction that has taken place upon each of my appearances. Over the past few months, you have seen former champions fall and my seed planted...
[A flick of the fingers creates a small illustration of shit art.]
Monster: The darkness is rising once again and I have come to get what I deserved. Guys like Spectre understand this... nothing can stop me! You see, many people in BACW don't deserve their filthy horrible lives and I'm tired of them making this company look like a complete joke.
[Flaring his nostrils, his smoke indicates the fire in his belly is ready to consume once again.]
Monster: I am what BACW craves and it's time for my viral puss to infect each and everyone listening.
[A harmless snort produces a string of green snot and blowing the infected substance into his open hand, the darkness continues to speak.]
Monster: As for you Spectre, you lousy little cockroach. You have no idea on who you are dealing with. But in the end you will absolutely understand, all I did was show the world on how a worthless piece of shit like you has no business in a BACW ring.
[Sticking his smelly fingers out at the lens from the darkness, the Monster causes the camera man to vomit chunks. The shot loses focus and slowly panning back up from the mound of half digested dinner the Monster continues.]
Monster: Our time is coming Spectre... but for now... enjoy the pain and suffering my presence continues to bring.
[The scene fades as his dark red eyes disappear once again into the cancerous night.]
Begin Show
Play promo package
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Armed
[Candice Hoffman is now seen backstage and her eyes immediately light up because apparently she sees someone who definitely needs to be interviewed.]
Candice Hoffman: Sean Jackson!!! Sean Jackson!! Can I get a quick interview?
[Her voice lowers slightly as the excitement disappears. Turning to face the camera, we can see Sean Jackson is wearing a sling on his left arm.]
Candice: What happened?!
[Sean looks her up and down for a split second before responding...]
Jackson: You mean this?
[He looks down at his arm and then back up.]
Candice: Yeah.
[Sean pauses before answering, making sure to eye fuck her one more time just for good measure.]
Jackson: I'm on the way to the ring right now, and it will be there and only there that I answer that question. So in the mean time, gets the hell out of my way before you find yourself wearing one of these as well.
[Clearly offended, Candice wisely moves to the side giving Jackson all the room he need.]
Candice: [Under her breath] What a jerk!
WOOOSH!
Ringside
Promo: Hello everyone and welcome to BACW's year ending pay per view! Welcome to 2013 Ways to Bleed!
Crowd: POP!
Promo: I'm your Host Paul Prominski and can you believe we are here once again only one day removed from the NWA's Big Bang! On that show we saw Spectre re-gain his BACW Heavyweight championship by pinning Michael Barnes in a bizarre ending, but question that has to be on everyone's mind is will the Monster show up once again?
[Shuffles papers...]
Promo: But before we start, let's welcome the man who likes to put Ex-lax in Santa's cookies, this is the one and only "Easy E" Eric Danger!
E.D: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Tell it to the judge... In fact...
Armed and Dangerous
"I am TTO and that is all you need to know"
[The above slogan is followed by the opening notes of "In the air tonight" by Phil Collins. With that, Sean Jackson steps out onto the entrance ramp wearing a t-shirt with "I am TTO" on the front and "That is all you need to know" on the back. Sean is also wearing short wrestling trunks and mockingly, has an arm in a sling.]
Crowd: BOO!
Promo: You've got to be kidding me? First Sean Jackson attacks Kai Kennedy after his match at TV-MA, and now he is openly mocking him by coming out here with his arm in a sling?
E.D: Well, what did you expect?
Promo: What?
E.D: Mr. Batee knew what Sean Jackson was all about well before bringing him to BACW so no one should be surprised that he's starting off his BACW career by disrespecting a cripple.
Crowd: Continued boos!
[After standing on the ramp for a few moments, Jackson begins to make his way towards the ringside area. Completely oblivious to the booing, he motions for the music to be killed with his "good hand" as he then grabs a microphone from one of the ring workers.]
E.D: I can't wait to hear what he has to say.
[Sean immediately steps through the ring ropes and turning to face the camera says...]
Jackson: First things first. Once again, Mr. Batee thanks for the job.... But once again, as usual you completely fucked it up.
Promo: Oh boy.
E.D: Nothing like pisses off the boy on your first day of work.
Promo: This isn't going to be good.
Jackson: For all of you idiots here who haven't got a clue as to what I'm talking about please let me enlighten you...
Crowd: Bats is gonna kill you! Bats is gonna kill you! Bats is gonna kill you!
[Ignoring the chant Sean continues...]
Jackson: Because after Hurricane Sandy, it seems that a whole lot of you need to be enlightened too!
Crowd: Ass-hole! Ass-hole! Ass-hole!
Promo: That was completely uncalled for.
E.D: The chant? Yeah I know how dare these people!
Promo: Not the chant! The Sandy insult! That area was completely devastated by a super storm a few months back, and they don't need to have it thrown back into their faces by this goofball.
[Sean points at a few people at ringside...]
Jackson: Especially after the way that you people are dressed. Where did you get those get ups? Goodwill? The Salvation Army?
Crowd: BOO!
[Sean merely shrugs off the reaction...]
Jackson: But anyway, as I was saying. Mr. Batee several months ago had some goof in a suit call me up, claiming that WCCW needed help. Apparently they wanted me to go back and become a roster body. Made it sound like I was going to be able to step back into the role I was in....
[His face gets even more serious as if that was possible...]
Jackson: ...before I was injured at the hands of Jason Jousma.
Crowd: POP!
[The mere mention of Jousma's name brings cheers to the arena. Everyone is very familiar with one of the greatest NWA stars ever.]
Jackson: You see, before I was injured by Jousma...
Crowd: Bigger POP!
Jackson: I was the top man in WCCW. I was the man who ran the show there, but after I was injured by Jousma...
Crowd: EVEN BIGGER POP!
Promo: You would think Sean would have avoided saying his name.
Crowd: Jay! Jay! Jay!
Jackson: Shut up....
E.D: Are they saying gay?
Promo: [Rolls eyes] ...
[That struck a nerve...]
Crowd: BOOS!!!!
Jackson: It also seems that in the wake of my injury, a man by the name of Kai Kennedy was undeservedly given that top spot. MY TOP SPOT!!!
[Now it all seems to take shape as the reason for the attack on Kai last week takes shape.]
Jackson: But I will get to Kennedy in a minute, right now I'm addressing the mis-justice that has been allowed to happen...
[Pause...]
Jackson: Right here in BACW!!!
Promo: What?
Crowd: BOO!
E.D: Huh?
Jackson: That's right! Right in in BACW because correct me if I'm wrong Batee, but I was under the impression that I was going to be the mystery referee for the BACW Championship title between Barnes and Randell.
[Sean begins to shake his head, clearly starting to get even more upset.]
Jackson: What's the matter Batee, you weren't going to trust that title match with someone that you had to scrape the bottom of the barrel to get for WCCW? Is THAT what you and Lefebvre concocted when you brought me back? I have a valid referee's license!
Promo: What is this guy talking about?
E.D: I don't know?
Jackson: Dodging demons, dodging pickup trucks, storms coming out of nowhere, women disappearing in mid air, and having to compete in steel cages after being out of wrestling for two years.
[Now everyone in the arena is confused. Like these people could keep up with wrestling in WCCW even without the power outage.]
Jackson: Well like I've said before Batee, it's time that others around here learn to dodge things...
[Sean smiles...]
Jackson: Like me.
[Sean then switches gears, most expectedly...]
Jackson: Speaking of Kai Kennedy, I know that I was probably speaking a little fast before, and I know that I was using big words that your little pea brain couldn't comprehend. But let me repeat myself one more time...
Promo: Pea brain?
E.D: That's what my girlfriend used to call me pen...
Promo: STOP!
Jackson: What I did to you at TV-MA was nothing personal. When I drilled you time and time again into the logo that covered this ring, it was to make a splash in this company, not to knock sense into the village retard.
E.D: I hear retards like the zoo.
[He mockingly points towards his arm in the mock sling.]
Jackson: But since you want to make a big deal about what I did at TV-MA, I want to tell you something Kai. You recently made a comment about attacking a man with one arm...
[Sean slightly smiles...]
Jackson: Well Kai, THIS is how you play on sympathies in the real world. You put your "GOOD" arm in a sling like this...
[He points towards the mock sling with the mic...]
Jackson: And THEN you do the woe is me routine.
Promo: Woe is me routine? Where in the hell did Batee scrape him up from?
E.D: I suppose he's like school on Sunday.
Promo: No class?
E.D: You said it not me.
[The smile gets bigger...]
Jackson: Looking for a hand out...
[Sean tugs on the mock sling, revealing his hand]
Jackson: You get it, a "hand out"...
[Suddenly the crowd rises to the feet and begins to cheer...]
Promo: Kennedy out of nowhere!!!
Crowd: KAI! KAI! KAI!
E.D: He just leapt out from the crowd while Jackson's back was turned and nailed Sean with a super kick to the back of his head!
Crowd: YEAH!
[Jackson attempts to roll out of the ring, but Kennedy stomps on the back of his head repeatedly before dragging him back towards the center of the ring. Jackson kicks Kennedy backwards, and he bounces off the ropes as Jackson finally gets up.]
Promo: One-Winged Lariat and Jackson is down!
Crowd: KAI! KAI! KAI!
E.D: And Jackson finally bails from the ring and stumbling up the ramp, he looks furious.
Promo: What a coward! He came out to call out Kennedy, but couldn't even take half of what he gave Kennedy last TV-MA!
[Kennedy picks up the microphone from the canvas...]
Kai Kennedy: SEAN!!!!!! You made your first mistake in a BACW ring by attacking me because by doing so you woke up a sleeping dragon, and now this "One-Winged Angel"...is seeking vengeance.
Crowd: KEN-NE-DY!!! KEN-NE-DY!!! KEN-NE-DY!!!
Kai Kennedy: ...and tonight! I'm going to get it.
[Kai throws down the microphone as "One-Winged Angel" by the Black Mages plays him out. Kicking the show back down to the announcers, the IZOD Center continues to buzz from this explosive start.]
Opening Match
John Barnes Vs. Gary Black
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Ring Announcer Michael Stuffher: Good evening wrestling fans and welcome to the Izod Center, the home of 2013 Ways to Bleed!
Crowd: POP!!!
Stuffher: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will held under a 15 minute time limit. Already in the ring, this is Gary Black!
Crowd: BOO!
Stuffher: And his opponent... Coming through the ropes...
[John Barnes is wearing a Team Barnes t-shirt and Black rips it off and gets in a quick hip toss into a headlock.]
Promo: So much for his introductions.
[Black keeps John Barnes grounded and when he tries breaking out Barnes fights back getting in a quick arm drag on Black.]
Promo: Black with a rake to the eyes!
[Now in control, Black tosses John out of the ring in what was a minor botch with Black about to jump in the air and John Barnes coming in too fast. Black catches John Barnes with his huge dropkick and the fans respond.]
Crowd: POP!
Promo: Black with a snap-mare and kick to the back of John Barnes.
E.D: Look out!
Promo: John Barnes with a quick inverted DDT jumping out of the corner during a Black charge.
[Pumping his fist into the air, Black unloads with a flying forearm to the floor taking out John Barnes. Diving off the ropes, Black misses a splash in the corner and Black takes an elevated monkey flip sending him clear across the ring.]
Promo: John Barnes connects with his springboard leg drop.
E.D: What height!
Promo: John Barnes with an awkward looking side Russian leg sweep.
E.D: He's on fire!
[John Barnes locks the head of Black keeping him grounded but falling into the ropes, the referee asks for the hold to be broken.]
Referee: 1... 2... 3...
[Now in the center of the ring, Gary and John exchange a series of elbows that brings the crowd to their feet.]
Promo: Low blow and Black drops John Barnes with clotheslines and then a kick to the back of the head.
E.D: Irish whip into the ropes!
Promo: Reversal by Barnes!
[Off the nylon, it's John Barnes with a boot to the face on Black followed by a dropkick that launches Black to the other corner with a THUD! John Barnes jumps over the top rope and drives the head of Black into the ring apron.]
Crowd: OH!!!
Promo: Black tries to slingshot himself in, but John Barnes catches him with a cutter!
E.D: Head butt follows and we have a press!
Referee: One! Two!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: Pin fall attempt fails and this one's going to continue!
[After a brief back and forth exchange, Gary goes for the Pele!]
E.D: He missed!
[Suddenly a masked man with a Team Barnes T-Shirt appears.]
Promo: Black calls for the springboard but instead connects with a moonsault taking out the masked man who just appeared here at ringside.
[Rolling back into the ring, Gary bends over to finish off Barnes but gets caught with a possum pin.]
Promo: Shoulders to the canvas!
Referee: ONE! TWO!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: John Barnes gets the win!
E.D: I don't believe it.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Your winner of the contest by pinfall – John Barnes!
[Looking back to ringside, the mystery man is now gone.]
Promo: Folks while the celebration inside the ring continues, let's take you into the back where Candice Hoffman is trying to get an interview with The Phantom.
WOOOSH!
Interview with Candice Hoffman: The Phantom
[The screen opens as Candice Hoffman is walking beside the various changing rooms as she is quickly looking for a particular wrestler, she passes such great names on the door as Spectre, Michael Barnes and Magnum Randall, she then finds a door with the words Phantom, there she knocks on the door, waiting for some sort of reaction from the door, when she goes to knock on the door again, the door suddenly opens as Phantom and Monica Mayhem welcomes her in.]
Moncia: [Wiggling her fingers] Come.
[After her last interview with him, she was looking rather nervous since Phantom was a lot bigger than most of the roster and herself included. She clears his throat while getting out his notes.]
Candice: Hello fan-boys and fan-girls, I'm your sexy on the scene xZone reporter Candice Hoffman and along side me tonight is The Phantom! So, welcome to Bad Ass Championship Wrestling!
Phantom: What a poor little bitch.
[Monica giggles...]
Candice: Excuse me?
Phantom: Looks like you're about to shiver into a dribbling wreck.
[The reporter rolls her eyes before saying...]
Candice: Okay scary man, I've been doing this stuff for over ten years for BACW and I assure you, the only bitch in this building isn't standing in front of you. Now, you are billed from "Places Where Men Fear to tread" and if I may ask, why haven't you chosen a place that's not from the dungeons and dragons realm?
Phantom: Cute! Disrespect me again and see where that gets you. As for your question, you see, in the United States, I have a lot of gangs and mafias after me due to my size and whatnot.
Candice: As in what's in your pants?
Phantom? What?!
Candice: Nothing... Please continue.
Phantom: Let's just say they don't want me to unleash certain info regarding their "henchmen" so to speak.
Candice: Unleash information?
Phantom: That's what I said!
Candice: OOOO-KAY! Hey, I'm in for a bit of cloak and dagger so please continue...
Phantom: See one day this little 12-13 year old poser about 5ft 9in came up to me and tried to threaten me with a toy-knife.
Candice: Can I ask you a question?
Phantom: WHAT!!!!
Candice: Are you related to Chris Ross?
Phantom: Who?
Candice: Never mind...
Phantom: Anyway, do you know what I did?
Candice: Put on your toy bullet proof vest?
Phantom: NO!!! I just walked away from the guy because he wasn't worth it at all.
[The reporter's jaw drops...]
Candice: AND...
Phantom: Unfortunately, this led to several powerful gangs coming after me.
Candice: Do you take medication?
Phantom: No...
Candice: Have you ever seen a grown man naked?
Phantom: I am a grown man!
Candice: That you are... Anyway, you have only been in BACW for a short time but I must ask, has anyone pissed you off yet?
Phantom: Some lady called Vixen Lefebvre.
Candice: Now that's a poor little bitch for ya!
Phantom: After last week's TV-MA, the Bookers have the nerve for me to fight a woman? I'm a 7'0" 375 lbs Giant Monster! Is this lady an idiot or something?
Candice: Don't really know her but I hear she has crabs!
Phantom: SHE HAS CRABS!!! WTF!!!
Candice: I'm just pulling your leg.
Phantom: Can I go on?
Candice: Half the audience is sleeping but what the hell finish it off!
Phantom: You would have thought that this lady would have learned by now that size matters here in the BAWC.
Candice: It's BACW.
Phantom: That's what I said!
Candice: You didn't but that's besides the point... Look Phantom, Vixen is a tough cookie so what makes you thinks she's going to lie down for you?
Phantom: I will admit that this lady will most likely give me the greatest test out of the wrestlers I faced thus far in my career in the NWA, but I will warn her now, if she gets any ideas on winning, I will crush her like any other guy that has ever come across. Be warned Vixen, I'm not taking any prisoners!
Candice: Thank you very much Phantom!
Phantom: She really doesn't have crabs right?
Candice: I'm your sexy on the scene xZone reporter Candice Hoffman saying, if you can't even get the name of the damn federation right, then you don't belong on my show. Back to you Promo!
WOOOSH!
Promo: Thank you very much Candice Hoffman our roving xZone reporter! Fans, it's time for this monster of a man The Phantom to met one of the toughest female cruiserweights on the NWA circuit, so let's go to the ring.
The Phantom vs. Vixen Lefebvre
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: The following contest in an inter-gender bout and is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring, this is Vixen!
Crowd: POP!
Promo: Vixen is such a tremendous talent but unfortunately she wrestles in SCW where inter-gender matches like this aren't permitted.
E.D: It's not permitted because then you would have guys running around the ring with an erection! For Christ sake, look at her ass!
Promo: Would you please control yourself!
Stuffher: And her opponent, stepping over the top ropes at over seven feet tall. The Phantom!
Crowd: BOO!
Phantom: SHUT UP!
Crowd: Louder BOO!
Promo: Clearly the Phantom isn't here to make friends.
E.D: Bet he's got a semi going.
Promo: Seriously?
E.D: I know I do...
[Pushing his seat back...]
E.D: Check it out.
[The two circle the ring, and Phantom forces a waist lock on from behind. Lefebvre uses her speed and spinning around gets one of her own, so Phantom goes for a wristlock applied.]
Promo: I never thought I would say this but holy cow, Phantom can wrestle!
E.D: Do you have tissue?
[Inside the ring, Lefebvre counters the hold and rolls her opponent up.]
Promo: Phantom is on his back!
Referee: One! Two!!
Promo: Kick out and this one's going to continue.
Crowd: VIX! VIX! VIX!
[Lefebvre hears the crowd and goes for a monkey flip, but Phantom doesn't go down.]
Promo: He's just too big!
[Tossing Vixen onto her head, Phantom quickly lowers a leg drop across the throat and hooks the leg.]
E.D: No way she kicks out!
Referee: One! Two!!
Promo: Vixen squirts out the back.
Referee: TWO!!
[Pounding his massive fist on the canvas, Phantom sends Vixen into the ropes and hits a back elbow for the second two count of the match. Holding her mouth in pain, Phantom applies a dragon sleeper, but after a brief stall in the match, Lefebvre fights up with the help of the crowd.]
Crowd: Let's go Vix! Let's go Vix! Let's go Vix!
Promo: She's fighting with all her might!
E.D: I think I'm in love.
[Pulling hard, Phantom sends Vixen into the nylon but misses a back elbow, and they take each other out with a double clothesline.]
Promo: How the hell did Vixen get that humongous man off his feet?
E.D: Take a look at the re-play; clearly he was off balance from missing the elbow.
[Mounting the big man, Lefebvre hits some punches, some stomps, a dropkick, and a drop kick to the knee.]
Promo: The Phantom is reeling and this crowd is stunned!
E.D: The hell with the wrestling, I'm just praying for a wardrobe malfunction!
[Lefebvre hits the Boom Drop, and she attempts to get the crowd into it.]
Vixen: BACW!!!!
Crowd: POP!
Promo: She's calling for another high risk move.
[Hearing the fans and seeing Vixen is on the warpath, Phantom drops out of the ring before his opponent can unload with another move. Lefebvre follows to the floor and charging in, ducks a clothesline, and going low, Lefebvre dropkicks the big man down once again.]
E.D: Hey Vixen, can have your number?
Promo: Would you stop distracting her!!
[Lefebvre turns around, and Phantom kicks her in the midsection. Doubling over, Vixen reverses a whip into the ring apron, and somehow throws Phantom into the ring.]
Promo: Vixen's going to the top rope!
E.D: The Phantom's getting to his feet!!!
Promo: Cross-body block for the win.
Referee: One! Two!
Crowd: THREE!!!
[On the three, Phantom tosses Vixen through the ropes and down onto the concrete floor. After a brief protest with the referee, Phantom punches him in the face and goes after Vixen. Grabbing her by the throat and jacking her "the fuck" up into the air, Phantom choke slams her onto the steel stairs practically breaking her in half. Quivering from the impact, Phantom goes under the ring and pulling out a butcher's knife, slashes the side of his own arm. With Vixen lying backwards over the stairs, the Phantom begins to pour his own blood into her mouth. Bending over, and giving her a violent bloody kiss, Phantom pulls up from Vixen's bloody face spewing their bodily fluids into the air.]
E.D: I think I'm turned on and not in a gay way.
Promo: Turned on? The hell is wrong with you!
Crowd: POP!
Promo: Finally, BACW security has hit the ring and what a cowardice move by Phantom!
E.D: The man was robbed and if you look at the re-play, you will see exactly what I'm taking about.
[Rolling the footage backwards, its clear Phantom kicked out at a 2 and 3/4.]
Promo: Regardless of what re-play shows, The Phantom is indeed the loser and folks, it's time to the take a break, but when we return it's going to be Kai Kennedy going one on one with Sean Jackson in one of the most anticipated matches of the year.
WOOOSH!
Yippy Kai Yay!
[The lovely Candice Hoffman stands outside the locker room of BACW's "One-Winged Angel" Kai Kennedy. As she comes into focus, she immediately launches into interviewer mode.]
Candice Hoffman: Hello, fan-boys and fan-girls! We haven't heard much directly from Jack Kraven's former protégé since his accident in WCCW Kai's public appearances have mainly been inside the ring.
[She raps on the locker room door.]
Candice Hoffman: I'm going to change that tonight!
[Kai's voice can be heard from the inside with a rough, "Come in". Obliged, Hoffman pulls open the door, where we can see Kennedy's left shoulder being taped up by his manager, Patrick Stewart.]
Patrick Stewart: Now Kai, you're still a bit banged up from the Big Bang. You need to avoid any unnecessary risks with Sean. He's a danger, to himself and everyone. Also, it's important to understand that the Monster may have a personal vendetta with you too. You see him, you run. Understood?
[Kai grabs Patrick's arm.]
Kai Kennedy: Patrick....I don't need you to tell me what's at stake here. I've got one arm left. I'll need it to settle up with Carlos in the end. You really think I'm going to jeopardize everything I've worked for over the chance to beat Jackson to a bloody pulp?
[Hoffman cuts in.]
Candice Hoffman: So it's true, then?
[Kai turns sharply.]
Kai Kennedy: What's true?
Candice Hoffman: That you're planning on retiring due to your injury.
[Kai gives a short laugh, shaking his head.]
Kai Kennedy: You must be joking, Candice. Did I say I was retiring? I may be only eighty-percent the man I used to be, but I've been learning quickly that circumstances don't make the man: they reveal him. I may be bruised and beaten. I may be a one-armed freak, as some have taken to calling me behind my back. But I've got enough left in the tank to make it to the top of the National Wrestling Alliance and wear that World Championship once before my body gives up on me. The only question that the world needs to concern itself is, once I get that belt, how big a target are they going to paint on the "One-Winged Champion? Now excuse me, my name is about to be called.
[Patrick cuts the tape, tightening it in place, as Kai gets up and leaves the locker room.]
Candice Hoffman: That was the ACW Champion Kai Kennedy, and I'm Candice Hoffman your sexy on the scene xZone reporter saying, "If you can't cut it with two arms, cut one off and go for the gold! Back to you Promo!
WOOOSH!
Promo: Once again, thank you very much Candice Hoffman our roving xZone reporter! Fans hold onto your seat because its time for Kennedy verse Jackson! Let's go to the ring!
Grudge Match
Kai Kennedy Vs. Sean Jackson
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: About to enter the ring first, this is Sean Jackson!
Crowd: BOO!
[The lights begin to fade as the opening notes of "In the Air Tonight" by Phil Collins begin to play.]
V/O: "I am TTO, and that is all you need to know"
[Stepping out onto the ramp is none other than the surviving member of the Texas Outlaws, Sean Jackson. Because of his brash demeanor from years past, the arena is a mixture of cheers as well as boos from the fans who remembered what the TTO was all about.]
[Methodically, Sean moves from the curtain and down the entrance ramp, towards the ringside area. Wearing a t-shirt that reads "I AM TTO" on the front and "THAT'S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW" on the back he has a deep glare on his face. He doesn't even acknowledge the fans that are on either side of him as he approaches the ring.]
[After slowly moving to ring side and almost without concern, he makes his way up the ring steps and onto the ring apron. After a few moments of glaring at the fans seated close to ringside, he then steps between the ropes and makes his way to the middle turnbuckle. Again he glares non-caringly at everyone in the arena, before slowly climbing down and waiting patiently for the match to begin.]
Stuffher: And his opponent, coming down the isle... This is Kai Kennedy!
Crowd: POP!
Promo: You it's funny how Kai Kennedy is hated all over the NWA footprint but here in BACW he's loved.
E.D: The man has one arm, would you boo him?
Promo: I guess you have a point. Well the recap on this one is this will be the first match in BACW for Sean Jackson. It was set up because of Sean's attack on Kai Kennedy after his match at our last TVMA in which Sean was the mystery referee and hopefully will bring some closure to what's going on between these two men.
E.D: Honestly, Sean Jackson knows that he poked the hornet's nest when he attacked Kai Kennedy. He also knows that Kai is a former WCCW Champion, a former NWA Hardcore Champion, and will be a tough out for anyone. He's going to have to keep the mistakes to a minimum, or a capable one armed Kai Kennedy will beat him.
Promo: I agree and speaking of Kai shoulder, the strategy for Sean Jackson is to go after the neck and shoulders of Kai Kennedy. The idea is to weaken him enough so that the finishers will be more effective, as well as to limit Kai's offense, especially considering that Kai only has one arm. Look for Sean to use the turnbuckles, ring posts, and anything else he can get his hands on in order to ground Kai. If Kai can't use his one good arm, and is badly beaten down, he will be a prime target for Sean's finishers.
E.D: I think Kai is in big trouble on this one...
Promo: Well it's time to find out because the referee has called for the bell and here we GO!
[Kennedy goes right after Jackson whipping him hard into the corner and then running him over with a one arm clothesline. The two engage in a scuffle and Jackson grabs Kennedy by the tights and yanks him out to the floor.]
CLANG!
Promo: Kennedy's head hits the railing hard and right out of the box Kai Kennedy is now bleeding.
E.D: I think Jackson is going to fly!
[Bouncing off the ropes, Sean leaps into the air and misses a dive over the ropes. Pulling Jackson off floor, Kennedy whips him hard into the ring steps with a sick bang!]
Crowd: OH!
[Closing in, Kai moves too fast allowing Jackson to counter with a nasty clothesline of his own. Kennedy scrambles back to his feet in pain and rolling back into the ring, sets up for a surprise rollup!]
Promo: Kennedy could win!
Referee: One! Two!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: Kick out just in the nick of time!
E.D: One arm back slide!
Promo: That's impossible!
Referee: One! Two!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: Easy kick out and without a second arm; Kai just couldn't hold the move in place.
E.D: You have to be kidding me! Second back slide attempt!
Promo: NO! Jackson counters with a neck breaker and that stops Kai dead in his tracks.
E.D: The operative word being dead.
[With fire blazing in his eyes, Jackson unleashes a killer knee drop out of the corner and then he goes for a tight rear chin lock.]
Promo: Kennedy slips out and starts a comeback!
E.D: Back elbows, clotheslines, and a neck breaker.
Promo: Kennedy is on FIRE!!!!
Crowd: KAI! KAI! KAI!
[Pounding his only arm on his chest like King Kong, Kennedy executes a perfect twisting enziguiri and then sets up for the Kai Check, but Jackson counters to the crippler cross face!]
Promo: Jackson has him right in the middle of the ring.
E.D: Kennedy rolls Jackson to his back!
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: NO! Kai only gets a two count but wow was that close!
[Still trapped, Kai pulls off a Finlay Roll but only gets a two count as Jackson rolls out onto the apron in an attempt to catch a breather. He grabs Kennedy's one arm again and drops it across the top rope, then rams Kennedy shoulder first into the corner.]
Kai Kennedy: AAAAHHHH!!!!
Promo: This Jackson is brutal!
E.D: He's got him back in the cross face again.
Referee: Do you want to quit!?
Kai: AAARGH!!!
Referee: Do you want to quit!?
Promo: Kennedy is trying desparately to hold on!
E.D: HE'S GOING TO BREAK HIS ONLY ARM!!!!
Kai: YES!!!!
Promo: Kennedy is forced to tap out and Sean Jackson has won the match!
Crowd: BOO!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Your winner of the contest by submission - Sean Jackson
[After the match Sean stands smugly over Kai Kennedy while staring out at the fans. With Kai still on the canvas, Jackson kneels down and acts like he is raising Kai Kennedy's missing arm.]
Promo: Look at Jackson mocking his own victory.
E.D: I have to admit, I love this guy!
[While the commentators continue to talk about the condition of Kai Kennedy, we go to a brief commercial break for the 2014 Grinder.]
WOOOSH!
Empire State Championship
Severi Storm vs. Magnum Randell
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the Empire State Championship!
Crowd: POP!
Stuffher: Introducing first the challenger! He is the former NWA World Heavyweight champions – "The Ladies Man" Magnum Randell!
Crowd: Mag-num! Mag-num! Mag-num!
Promo: Ever get jealous of this guy and his good looks?
E.D: Every time he steps into the damn ring.
Stuffher: And his opponent, now coming down the isle. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Empire State champion – Severi Storm!
Crowd: Mixed Reaction.
Promo: They don't love him...
E.D: But they don't hate him either.
Referee: Ring the bell!
[As the man in stripes gives the official start, Randell drops down and fixing his hair, Severi begins to complain to the referee about the delay.]
Magnum: Give me a second!
Referee: Let's go Randell!
Severi: Come on referee!!!!
[With the distraction now in place, Magnum is able to drop Storm in place with a pinpoint dropkick to the jaw.]
Promo: And that's what Severi Storm is missing.
E.D: His teeth?
Promo: No Eric, the experience of being in a BACW ring.
[Tossing Storm off the ropes with an Irish whip, Randell connects with a cross body and follows it up with a head butt and few strikes. Turning to the crowd, Magnum starts fixing his hair in the corner again and Severi screams out, "Come fight me!"]
Promo: Storm really needs to keep his cool.
E.D: Exactly! Magnum knows what he's doing and even though I can't stand the guy, I still admire what he does inside the ring.
[Body slamming Storm onto the logo, Randell drives a boot to the face and follows up with a cross body forearm combo.]
Promo: Storm rolls into the ropes and forced to break the hold, Severi bails to the outside.
[As Randell gives chase, Storm spins with a back fist and catches Magnum flush on the jaw. Severi then tosses Randell back in the ring and kicks him off to the floor landing on his shoulder with a thud.]
Crowd: OH!
Promo: Severi tosses Randell with force into the corner.
THUD!
Promo: Storm is going up to the top!
Crowd: Storm! Storm! Storm!
E.D: Severi with an elbow on Randell off the second rope and that had to hurt the former world champion.
[Pumping his fist into the air, Severi then clotheslines Magnum over the top rope and down to the outside. Following and looking to end it all, Severi yanks upwards with a suplex.]
SPLAT!
Referee: 1.. 2.. 3..
Promo: Storm needs to get back into the ring!
Referee: 4... 5... 6... 7... 8...
E.D: Both men barely get back into the ring!
[Exchanging punches in the middle of the ring, it's Randell who connects with a bolo upper cut that stops the champ dead in his tracks.]
Promo: Randell's lip is busted open.
E.D: NOT THE FACE!!!!!
[Seeing the blood, Randell catches Severi with a big kick to the head as Severi came off the ropes. Leaping to the top turnbuckle, Randell drives home the five star frog splash and the referee counts the one two three!]
Referee: This one's over! Ring the bell!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Your winner of the contest and NEW Empire State Champion - Magnum Randell!
Crowd: POP!
Promo: Tonight Severi Storm has nothing to be ashamed of but when you go up against the former world champion, it's never an easy task.
E.D: I think Severi has a bright future in BACW if he can just stick with it.
Promo: I agree! Folks, as Magnum continue to celebrate up the isle and into the back it's time to take a break, but when we return it's going to be Spectre and Michael Barnes for BACW's Heavyweight championship! We'll see you in a few.
***Run Commercial for Grinder 2013***
Promo: Let's send you up to the ring for our main event!
Main Event: BACW Heavyweight Championship
Spectre © Vs. Michael Barnes
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is our main event of the evening and is for BACW's Heavyweight championship!
Crowd: POP!
Stuffher: About to come out of the curtain... He is the former BACW Heavyweight champion! Ladies and gentlemen, Michael Barnes!
Crowd: BOO!
[As the pyrotechnics go off and smoke clears there is no Michael Barnes to be seen. Getting the signal from his ear piece, Stuffher gives it another go.]
Stuffher: Michael Barnes!!!!
[Once again his music is re-cued but again, the curtain doesn't move. Inside the arena, the fans are starting to grow restless as this much anticipated main event is held up without cause.]
Promo: I wonder where he is.
E.D: I don't have the slightest clue but I can tell you from experience this can't be good for Michael Barnes.
[Unexpectedly Spectre's music hits and out from the curtain pushing a shopping cart sheltered with a bloody blanket is BACW's Heavyweight champion. Covered in blood from head to toe, Spectre looks like he's completely snapped.]
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
[Pulling the microphone from his back pocket, the champion begins to speak with a nervous tone...]
Spectre: Before anyone passes judgment on me tomorrow know this... What I am about to do is not of my own free will...
Promo: Please tell me there aren't guns under that blanket.
E.D: Guns? Please don't tell me there's a body under that blanket. [Shaking his head] Is this supposed to be happening?
Promo: [Shuffles his papers] Not to my knowledge.
Crowd: [Starts to settle down]
Spectre: Before anyone passes judgment on me tomorrow know this... I am sorry for what I have done.
Promo: Okay someone needs to get out here because the fans are beginning to get jumpy.
E.D: I'm serious when I say if he has a gun we are all fucked!
Promo: Given the recent events let's pray to God he doesn't.
Spectre: Unlike the massacre a few weeks ago, I'm not going to leave this arena without explaining myself to everyone first before doing what needs to be done. That's why I felt the need to use THIS!!!
[Standing up in his seat Eric screams...]
E.D: HE'S GOT A GUN!!!!!!
Crowd: AAAAHH!!!!!
[Panic immediately sets in as people start to get up from their seats not knowing if this is part of the show or not. Looking closer, Promo follows with...]
Promo: It's a police baton you idiot!!!!!
E.D: Oh my God, I think I just shit my pants.
Promo: Think? [Sniffs] You did!
Spectre: [Pointing with the weapon] Inside this cart is my statement to not only the Monster but the entire NWA too!
Promo: I think he's going to show us what's in the cart.
E.D: Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee...
Spectre: BEHOLD!!!
[Pulling back the blood crusted blanket, Spectre unveils a comatose Michael Barnes. Zooming in from the stage, we can now see Barnes has been beaten up so bad, you can barely recognize his identity... Quivering and quaking Barnes unquestionably requires medical help.]
Spectre: [Jamming the baton into Barnes] SEE MONSTER!!!! You're not the only one who can thrash people up! You're not the only one who can beat trepidation into this roster. And you definitely aren't the only one who can demand respect!
[Seeing how bad Michael is beaten up, the security team comes out to try and help Barnes but Spectre brow beats the crap out of them with the baton. Cracking skulls one by one, and breaking bones like Jesus broke bread, the champion slices through his opposition until there isn't a single thing moving besides him.]
Spectre: [With bloody spit hanging from his mouth] MONSTER!!! You and me! Right now! No more waiting! No more cloak and daggers!!! NO MORE!!!!
[Leaving Barnes on the stage and picking up a gas can from the shopping cart; Spectre slowly makes his way to the ring leaving a trial of crimson. Tossing his championship belt over the top rope and stepping over the nylon, Spectre screams at the top of his lungs.]
Spectre: Monster! You and me! Title on the line! Right here! Right now! Come out come out where ever you are and FIGHT ME YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!
Promo: Spectre really needs to be careful...
E.D: [Putting his hand in his pants] Does my hand smell?
Promo: Would you please!
[Just then, the lights flicker and a hole opens from one of the corners of the ring. Immediately the stench of rotting flesh covers the ringside area and before anything can emerge from the cavity, Spectre begins to dispense gas into the opening.]
Promo: Spectre! What the hell are you doing!?! You're going to kill us all!
E.D: That's it! I don't get paid enough to be set on fire or shit myself! I'm out of here!
[With the lights still flickering, Eric Danger running for his life, and people moving away from the ringside area, Spectre pulls out a lighter. Striking the flint, the flame ignites and the Oval-tron unexpectedly lights up.]
Monster: Spectre.
[Spectre looks into the hole and with nothing coming out, he slowly turns towards the Oval-tron.]
Monster: That's right Spectre - I'm up here.
[Putting out the flame, Spectre starts cursing like a truck driver, kicking the ropes, and flinging the empty gas can out of the ring he charges up the isle.]
Monster: Spectre... Fortunately for you, tonight wasn't about you and me. Tonight was about me and someone else. As for your little waist trinket... when it's time for me to be concerned with you remember this! I can't be hurt! I can't be beaten! And there isn't a soul on this earth who can create the horror I do. Now, if you want to find me, just listen for the screams.
[As the Oval-tron turns to static, the lights come back up in the arena and the show is over.]
Promo: I don't know what else to say other than folks we are out of time, so on behalf of BACW and Mr. Batee, I bid you good night from the Izod Center and Two Thousand and Thirteen Ways to Bleed!
Cliff Hanger
[As soon as the 2013 Ways to Bleed PPV is over, Sean Jackson is shown making his way down the hallway when he can clearly hear the screaming of a familiar woman.]
Jackson: [causing Sean to call out] PDJ? Is that you?
PDJ: [Screaming in terror] HE'S HERE!! HE'S HERE!!!! HELP ME SEAN!!!! OH MY GOD PLEASE HELP ME!!!!
[Sean takes off running, turning the corner and as predicted sees no one there. Gazing to his left, there is a bloody hand print on the wall, on the floor, a clump of long torn out hair.]
Jackson: [Rubbing the syrupy material with his fingers] WHAT THE FUCK???
PDJ: [Then the screams start again] HELP ME SEAN!!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!!! HE'S GOT ME AND IT HURTS!!!
[You can tell by the look on his face, he's trying to figure out exactly where the plea for help is coming from. Looking down the hallway with what appears to be vertigo, Sean reluctantly heads towards the boiler room.]
Jackson: PDJ?
[Coming up to the door to the boiler room, Sean attempts to open the door, but quickly realizes that it's locked.]
Jackson: PDJ? Are you in there?
[A split second later the silence is once again broken by the sound of a female screaming...]
PDJ: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Concerned, Sean starts frantically tugging at the door and when that doesn't work; he begins to kick at it in hopes of forcing it open. All of a sudden Sean slips and pulling up his hands, realizes blood has started to ooze from under the door.]
Jackson: [Whispering] PDJ? [Hands shaking] The fuck is going on here?
[Then the door opens on its own, causing Sean to move back up.]
Jackson: You better stay the hell away from me! I'll freaking kill your ass! I swear I'll fucking take your head off!
[Just as the door opens enough for the camera to get a glimpse, you can see something plainly hanging from the ceiling and then...]
[...silence.]
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