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WELCOME TO GRINDER XI
Date: March 31, 2011
Venue: Prudential Center
Location: Newark, New Jersey
Bell Time: 7:00 PM
NWA World Championship
Michael "Snake Eyes" Cavenaugh ( c ) vs. Magnum Randell
The Grinder: BACW Heavyweight Championship (Steel Cage First Blood)
Everyone on the active roster not bleeding will be entered.
BACW Heavyweight Championship
Ric Righteous ( c ) vs. Chris Jacobs
NWA World Hardcore Championship
Jack Kraven vs. Tyrone Jackson
NWA World TV Champion
Gaetan LaValle ( c ) vs. The Spectre
NWA World Tag Championship
Ascended Supremecy ( c ) defends against Miami's Most Wanted
Who needs a colt when you have a Magnum?
[The cameras re-open our show on our Empire State Champion, Magnum Randell. He’s sitting on a folding chair in his locker room removing his gear from his duffle bag one wrestling boot at a time.]
Magnum Randell: Tonight's one hell’uva opportunity for me. I get a chance at the BACW Heavyweight Championship in The Grinder and I follow that up with a one on one match with the best in the alliance; Michael "Snake Eyes" Cavenaugh! But I have to keep asking myself, how can I not look past Grinder? Well the answer is simple. I want to walk into my world title match as both BACW and Empire State Champion. In fact, my goal tonight is to perform the hat trick for all the ladies in attendance. That’s right folks; I want a title on both of my shoulders and the NWA World Heavyweight Championship around my waist. I also want to be the first BACW wrestler to do that and I don’t think I can emphasize just enough how important these accolades are to me.
[He pauses for a moment, thinking about his next words before continuing...]
Magnum: Mike, I know what the NWA World title means to you, and you know what it would mean to me to win it. Now I’ve been preparing for this moment for my entire career and at this point I don’t need to point out to you that this is my dream. Why? Because this match is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me to prove to all the doubters out there that they were wrong.
[Magnum pulls out a water bottle and squirts some in his mouth. He then stands up and starts pacing around the locker room with the cameras still fixated on his face.]
Magnum: This is Grinder and I fully expect everyone to bring their A game including you Mike. I also anticipate this match will take me to limits I have never imagined going. Win or lose, let’s give these fans a night to remember. In fact, let’s showcase BACW to the alliance and show them why the STOMP HALL has been around and on top of the mountain for as long as it has.
[Magnum stops pacing and finally looks directly into the camera before saying...]
Magnum: Tonight, I step into the ring as a relatively alliance unknown and I will leave the ring as not only the face of BACW, but also a force to be reckoned on a world wide basis. Regardless of the outcome, people will know that I’ve got heart, smarts, and the ability to hold the title you’ve got resting on your shoulder. Mike, I earned this opportunity by defending this Empire State Championship for almost a year and unfortunately for you, it’s time for me to trade in my hardware.
[Magnum bends over his bag and pulls out a black rose and with a confused look on his face reads the attached note.]
It reads: "Good luck tonight! See you ringside!!"
[Completely caught off guard Magnum says before the cameras fade to black...]
Magnum: See you at ringside?
Play promo package
Time: 7:05 PM
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Paul Prominski: Hello everyone and welcome to the Grand Daddy of them all… WELCOME to Grinder Eleven!!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: I'm your host Paul Prominski and tonight Mister Batee and the National Wrestling Alliance have not only sanctioned the return of the NWA World Hardcore Championship to the Mid-Atlantic region, but tonight we are also playing host to all three NWA World championship belts!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: And in just a few moments it’s going to be Ascended Supremacy defending their tag titles against Miami’s Most Wanted! After that we have Gaetan LaValle our NWA World Television champion going one on one with BACW’s resident nutcase, The Spectre! And, in our main event of the evening NWA World Heavyweight champion Michael “Snake Eyes” Cavenaugh will go head to head with Empire State champion Magnum Randell!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: Now before we get into our BACW match ups, let me introduce to you the man who claims he’s slept with more sleazy women in his lifetime than Lindsay Lohan did in prison... Welcome if you would... "Easy E" Eric Danger!
Crowd: [POP!]
Eric Danger: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Promo: So what’s up with all the cuts on your hands and arms? And your pants are ripped! My God E.D. it looks like you got stuck in a torn bush blindfolded!
E.D: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! You know, if I find the jerk that hung that barbwire trap in the back, I’m going to kick some major butt!
Promo: Someone was setting traps in the back?
E.D: Yeah traps! And the crazy bastard almost killed me!
Promo: What happened?
E.D: Well I had to take a piss so I opened the door to what I thought was the rest room and the next thing I knew, this barbwire net dropped down on me and the lights went out! I thought I was in a SAW VIII!
[Promo tries to hold in his laughter…]
E.D: You think this is funny? Look!!! [Standing up] I pissed my pants!!
[Promo sniffs…]
Promo: My God E.D. is that what I smell?
E.D: Nah, it’s probably just the smell of sex on my fingers.
[And just has Promo is about to respond, “Welcome to the Jungle” by Gun’s N Roses hits the PA and the place becomes absolutely unglued!]
Crowd: Bats! Bats! Bats!
[Parting the curtains with a single swipe and nodding his head up and down, the National Wrestling Alliance President and Bad A** Championship Wrestling Owner Mister Batee steps out from the back into the deafening roar of the crowd. Holding up a clipboard that contains his crumpled, blood stained contract for him verses Jeremy King, the owner of professional wrestling’s official stomp hall struts down the isle with an arrogant swagger. Pointing to the contract, Mister Batee yells into the crowd…]
Mr. Batee: KING!!! It’s time to pay the piper!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin!
Mr. Batee: [Nodding his head with approval.] Indeed it is!
[Leaning over the railing as the owner reaches the ringside area, some sloppy drunk slurs his words and says…]
Fan: Drink thizzzzzzz Batzzzzzzz!!
Mr. Batee: Oh good Lordy, what’s this?
[Stopping dead in his track, Mister Batee grabs the plastic cup and guzzles down the mind altering substance. Letting out a wet belch, much to the delight of his fans, Mister Batee tosses the empty cup into the crowd, and stomps up the steel stairs finally entering the ring.]
E.D: I think I’m getting light headed.
Promo: From the loss of blood?
E.D: No, from the nitrous I was inhaling before we went on the air.
Mr. Batee: Give me the mic!
[Calling for the microphone with a wiggle of his fingers, he motions for the fans to settle down before bellowing into the microphone…]
Mr. Batee: BAAAAAAAAAAAA C Dub Ya! Ha! Ha Ha HAAA! It’s me, it’s me… it’s the B.M.O.C of the NWA planet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap steel cages in a single bound! It’s a bird! It’s a plane baby! Ha! Ha! HA! It’s the most prolific antagonist the NWA has ever known! Welcome to my home! Welcome to my show! And by the power vested in me by the National Wrestling Alliance! Welcome to Grinder Eleven!!!
Crowd: [Huge POP!] Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Mr. Batee: Now before I begin, I want to address a championship belt that BACW has not only defined in the last two decades, but also made famous throughout the world! The title I speak of has been held by Michael “Snake Eyes” Cavenaugh!
Crowd: [POP!]
Mr. Batee: Darrel Besolve!
Crowd: [POP!]
Mr. Batee: And countless others that I do not have the time to mention right here.
Crowd: DON’T FORGET NEUROSIS!!!
Mr. Batee: I don’t think I will ever forget that crazy S.O.B.
Crowd: [POP!]
Mr. Batee: With that said, some of you might be asking why I lobbied for the World Hardcore Championship to be brought back into the NWA along with five other retired National Wrestling Alliance titles. Well, to be quiet honest, the answer to that question is pretty simple… Too often the hardest working men and women in our business are forgotten and with these six championship belts coming back, I hope… Screw hope… I KNOW that this will not only reinvigorate our alliance, but it will also create a feeding frenzy so intense, that arenas around the world will be sold out at a record pace!
Crowd: [POP!]
Mr. Batee: That’s why at our NWA May pay-per-view entitled Wrestlebowl, the holders of these six new titles will get together inside the ring, and fight it out for not only the number one contenders spot, but THIS…
[Reaching into his pocket, Mr. Batee holds up a gold, diamond and ruby studded ring.]
Mr. Batee: Zoom in on this bad boy!
Mr. Batee: At a value of over $50,000 this ring not only symbolizes the coming of the next big star in the National Wrestling Alliance, but it could also mean financial security for that individual if sold.
[Placing the ring back in his lapel, Batee continues…]
Mr. Batee: Now with the formalities regarding the new titles out of the way… I’m not waiting until 9:45 for your decision King!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Mr. Batee: Jeremy King! It’s time to come out here and either leave The Uprising, or sign your name on the dotted line to wrestle me inside the confines of a barbwire steel cage!
[“Cult of Personality” Living Colour hits the PA system and as the lights dim Michael Barnes walks out with Jeremy King following behind him.]
Promo: Looks like Mister Batee isn’t going to have to wait long for his answer.
E.D: True, but what if King already changed the question?
[In his hands, Jeremy is holding a pen and appears to be ready to make the match formal. At the steps, Michael stops and lets Jeremy go up first and King then opens the ropes and lets Michael enter.]
Mr. Batee: I can see you brought your girlfriend, does she hold it for you when you pee too?
Crowd: [Chuckles at the joke.]
Promo: Mr. Batee better be careful!
E.D: He’s just like a dumb dog.
[Jeremy hands the microphone to Barnes and looks out to the crowd.]
Michael Barnes: Cut the music.
Crowd: [BOO!]
Barnes: As many of you know, tonight at 9:45 this man’s contract with me ends and he is no longer required to listen to MY orders.
Crowd: [POP!]
Barnes: And Jeremy, as you can also see, everyone wants to know just how you are going to handle this situation with Batee.
[Piping up from the ropes, Mister Batee stomps into the center of the ring and screams…]
Mr. Batee: SCREW 9:45!!!! I want my answer NOW!
[King tightens his fists…]
Barnes: Easy Jeremy… Easy…
[Jeremy backs up and shaking in his boots with anger, clearly is about to snap like a Slim Jim.]
Barnes: Batee you can’t force him to do anything until 9:45 because I own his contract not you and unfortunately for you and all these fans, there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.
Crowd: [BOO!]
Barnes: See Batee, King doesn’t need to prove anything to you or these mindless drones who chant your name! More so, he doesn’t need to get into the ring with a retired, has-been who’s so hungry for the spotlight that he would screw someone like me just to be the center of attention on more time.
Crowd: [OH!]
Barnes: But don’t listen to me Bats, perhaps it will sink in more if it comes from King himself?
[Jeremy lowers his head and takes the microphone from Barnes…]
Jeremy King: As my people say, listen to the whispers so we don’t have to listen to the screams. Michael Barnes, you did like any other white man would have done to my people. You made me a slave!
Barnes: ME?!
Promo: Is King turning on Barnes?
E.D: Grinder is a numbers game and if winning the match is important to him, he better reconsider what he’s about to say.
King: See whether it’s you or Batee, it doesn’t matter because to me, you’re both white men trying to keep me down!
Promo: King seems pretty pissed.
E.D: Well how many buffalo do you see running around New Jersey? Of course he’s pissed!
Promo: Buffalo aren’t from… [Rolling his eyes] Ahh… Just forget it!
[Barnes walks over to the ropes and grabs another microphone.]
Barnes: Don’t blame your situation on me! And don’t you DARE bring your ancestors into this mix! You had a debt to pay and now that you are almost done with it, you want to start running your mouth about me being a bad boss? Just remember, I still hold your career in my hands for another few hours Kemo Sabe and if you’re not careful, I’ll scalp your ass right here and now!
King: Screw you Barnes!
Mr. Batee: YEAH! SCREW YOU BARNES!!!
King: And Batee, you can take your contract and shove it up your ass too for all I care!
Mr. Batee: [Crazy eyes] WHAT!!!!!
King: See Batee, I have a bigger problem in my life and it’s this turd standing right next to me! So hit my music because I don’t have the patience for either one of you right now.
Barnes: You motherf…
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: I think King just stood up to Barnes.
E.D: I wonder what that means for The Grinder if these two aren’t together.
Promo: I just don’t know.
Barnes: You want to play it out that way huh? You know what King?
King: What?
Barnes: Spectre was right!
King: What’s that supposed to mean?
Barnes: It means you can’t do a damn thing without The Uprising!
[Barnes then points to the Ovaltron as it flashes 9:45 with a countdown underneath it.]
Barnes: You have until 9:45 to decide if you’re with us, or against us!
[Pacing inside the ring Batee screams out…]
Mr. Batee: FINE!!! [Holding up the contract] But at 9:45 sharp, either I have your signature on this piece of paper or not only will you been done in BACW but I will be suspending you across the entire NWA footprint!
King: [Throwing his hands in the air] You can’t do that!
Mr. Batee: Last warning son, sign the freaking contract or your career is OVER!
[Exiting the ring with a pompous strut, Mister Batee leaves the contract with King. Nodding his head, Barnes also exits and pointing up again to the Ovaltron, turns his back on Jeremy too. Fading down to the announcers, Promo takes over as King slowly makes his way through the curtains.]
Promo: Looks like Jeremy King has some serious soul searching to do.
E.D: Something tells me that at 9:45, all hell is going to break loose!
Promo: Folks, it’s time to take a break, but when we return it’s going to be Ascended Supremacy taking on Miami’s Most Wanted for the NWA World Tag Team titles – We’ll see you in a few.
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