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Mouse Trap
Time: 8:05 PM
“Higher.” Azrael muttered struggling with the netting he was setting over a door that had a fake sign that said BATHROOM.
[Ash pushed the netting higher, grumbling beneath his breath. This was the second net they’d set, there were three tripwire’s elsewhere in the building. Azrael’s plan, Barbed wire booby traps to make sure at least a few people came down to Grinder already cut up enough to make bleeding them easy.]
[Was a good plan as long as the barbed wire didn’t slip up and land on one of them while they were rigging it. Both men had heavy work gloves on; both had long sleeved shirts and arms wrapped in padding. ]
[Hiss]
[SNAP!]
[Ash ducked as a wicked tendril of barbed wire snaked past his face. If he’d been slower, it might have taken out an eye. Azrael cursed, shoved his end in place, grabbed Az and looked him over carefully.]
“It didn’t get you, did it?” Az asked hands checking his little brother’s face for any injury, turning it left then right, insuring there were no signs of blood.
“Nope.” Ash told him, rolling his shoulders and shaking his head to get free. “Didn’t get me.”
“Good.” Azrael told him, and pulled him close, hugging him. “Don’t wanna see you get hurt kid.”
“Ya mean like the way you hurt me?” Ash said, calm but pulling away.
[Az frowned, but ruffled his brothers hair.]
“Thought you’d forgiven me.” Az said, voice low, but lacking its usual harshness.
[Ash grinned a little, softening his face.]
“Don’t worry Azzy,” he said, and this time he hugged his brother. “I forgive you.”
[But his eyes had darkened as he hugged his brother and the smile had faded as soon as Azrael couldn’t see.]
“I’d forgive you for anything Azzy.” Ash said before finally letting his brother go.
[Azrael actually smiled and patted his brother on the shoulder.]
“Come on, we got one more net to hang, then we can relax a bit till Grinder.” Azrael said. “Tonight’s the night Lash, I can feel it… tonight I’m finally going to be the BACW heavyweight champion.
[Ash meanwhile had stopped. He was standing still in the middle of the hallways, looking at Azrael with confused and curious eyes.]
“Why’d you call me that?” Ash asked head cocked to one side.
“Call you what?” Azrael asked, suddenly confused.
“Lash, you called me Lash instead of Ash.” Ash said, still frowning.
“I guess I did, kid, I guess I did. Sorry.” Azrael said, rubbing a hand through his tangled hair, confusion still written all over his face.
“Yeah but why?” Ash pressed, remaining where he stood.
“I don’t know.” Azrael said with a sigh, frowning still, “Guess for a moment, I thought it was the right name.”
[Azrael walked a bit away, with Ash soon following.]
“It was.” Ash said softly when his brother couldn’t hear, before he sighed and slowly followed.”
Ringside
Time: 8:10 PM
[Back at the announcer’s table, Eric Danger is red in the face and furious.]
E.D: You know something?
Promo: What E.D.?
E.D: I should have known it was those two knuckle heads that almost killed me! I mean seriously… who sets barbwire traps in a public space?!!!!
Promo: E.D, the Grinder is a very competitive event that only comes around once a year and to be honest, it’s kill or be killed.
E.D: I get that… BUT I’M NOT IN THE GRINDER!!!!! My God, I’m still freaking bleeding.
Promo: Your point is well taken, but you know as well as I that there isn’t a darn thing you’re going to do about it. In the meantime, it’s time for our next bout so let’s go to the ring for our NWA World Television championship.
NWA World Television Championships
Gaetan LaValle ( c )
vs.
The Spectre
Time: 8:15 PM
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: BACW fans, this next bout is scheduled for one fall and will be for the NWA World Television Championship!
Crowd: [POP!]
[The lights go out and "Memphisto" by Depeche mode beings to play. An eerie purple glow and an ominous fog fill the entranceway and quickly filter down the entrance ramp all the way down to the ring. The Spectre, along with his pet hyena Johnny, steps from behind the black curtain to a HUGE standing ovation from the rabid and devoted BACW following.]
Crowd: Spectre! Spectre! Spectre!
[The Spectre stops, smiles, and nodding his head with approval, soaks the cheers in. He points to his shaved and butchered hair, then towards the ring and then motions with his hands around his waist, as if to tell everyone in attendance that the NWA TV title is coming home to BACW. Stopping mid-way Spectre screams as the cheers and ovation are almost deafening.]
Spectre: BAC F'N W!!!
Crowd: [POP!]
[The Spectre heads to the ring, wearing his trademark black pants and purple
tanktop with the words "TOTAL DEVESTATION" written in neon green on the front. He also wears big black boots and a metal chain as a belt. The fans press up against the barricade as far as they can, trying to reach out to touch the Purple Haired Freak. Johnny the Hyena seems very hungry and ravenous as he foams at the mouth and growling and he frantically sniffs the grounds, searching for some sort of food or meat or prey.]
Stuffher: Introducing the challenger, he weighs in at 282 pounds, and comes to you from the Deepest Corners of Your Mind. Representing BACW, he is the former 7-time BACW Heavyweight Champion, and the 2007 and 2008 winner of the Grinder Match. Accompanied to the ring by his pet hyena Johnny, this is...THE SPECTRE!!!
Crowd: [POP!]
E.D: Any idea what Spectre’s thinking?
Promo: Well, because Spectre has the Grinder match later on tonight night, I think he will want to try and end the match as quick as possible.
E.D: If that’s his plan then he’s going to have to outwit a very witty Gaetan LaVelle.
Promo: How would he go about doing that?
E.D: Not sure, maybe do stuff we have never seen him do before?
Promo: So what you’re saying is Lavelle will be caught off guard, trying to plan for one strategy but actuality he will be seeing another one?
E.D: Exactly!
Promo: That being said, I feel it’s also important for Spectre to try and corner the high flying Gaetan in order to prevent him from maneuvering around in the ring.
E.D: Stick and move huh?
Promo: Without a doubt!
E.D: Honestly Paul, that’s all well and good but Spectre also needs to work on Gaetan's lower body, specifically the legs and knees to limit or eliminate the quick top turnbuckle mobility.
Promo: Well until the champion gets into the ring, it’s all speculative what going to happen and speaking of the champion; here he comes!
(A few plinking piano sounds… then…)
#La Rage du peuple…
#La Rage du peuple.
#LA RAGE DU PEUPLE
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#LA RAGE DU PEUPLE!
E.D: Is this song in English?
Promo: I believe it’s French.
E.D: I already feel like I want to punch this guy in the face.
[As the French rap song “La Rage” by Keny Arcana comes over the speakers, Gaetan LaValle officially enters a BACW arena for the first time.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Gaetan is a thin, lanky kid with kinda-long, dark hair, and is wearing blue 'wrestling pants', black wrestling shoes, and Red-and-White taped-up wrists for "wristbands", under a t-shirt reading “Bring the Pain” (captioning a drawing of snarling bread). He has the NWA Television Title, shined to a gleam, on one shoulder, his own “as-yet undisputed European Title” on the other, and as he steps out he ‘throws his sign’ (the Sign Language letters “L” and “V”), before running the aisle, slapping hands and shadowboxing at the camera.]
[As the camera catches the back of the shirt, we see it’s got GAËTAN! on it, in Spinal Tap font.]
[He hands his belts to a ringside attendant, grabs the rope, skins-the-cat into the ring, lands in a crouch, and whips off the shirt.]
Crowd: [GAY-TAN! GAY-TAN! GAY-TAN!]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And in THIS corner, fighting out of the French Islands of St. Pierre et Miquelon, but tonight hailing from FRENCHTOWN, NEW JERSEY…
[Cheap Pop!]
Stuffher: …and weighing in tonight at a staggering 84 kilos- he IS the REIGNING National Wrestling Alliance WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION… Ladies and Gentlemen… Madames et Monsieurs… GAËTAN! LA VALLE!
[Some wiseass starts singing GL’s name to “Frere Jacques”…]
Crowd: [mild Pop]
E.D: Eighty four kilos?
Promo: First time I’ve heard cheers for eighty-four kilos coming into Newark…
E.D: Well there was a time when I went to visit my uncle Vinny and…
Promo: No wait, I take it back… In fact, what do you think of the match?
E.D: It’s my opinion that Lavelle is growing in confidence. Or, rather, he’s ALWAYS been this confident; reality just seems to be catching up. He’s retained the TV title against the likes of Chris Champion but he hasn’t really had solid “Victories” since he got the title. He HAS to win one, solidly, and soon.
Promo: Win or loss, Spectre and Lavalle are great performers and I truly expect both men to put on one hell of a show. And now in the immortal words of Sam “God Damn” Natas, the time for talking has come to an end, let’s do this God damn thing!
Referee: Let’s get it on!
[Both men cautiously circle the logo and reaching out his hand in good faith, Spectre asks Lavalle if he wants to shake.]
Promo: Surely he can’t be serious.
E.D: He looks pretty serious, and please don’t call him Shirley.
Promo: Lavalle puts up his hands boxing style and he’s asking Spectre to fight!
E.D: That could be an early mistake.
[Inside the ring, Lavalle, insanely, starts SLAP-BOXING Spectre, slipping and ducking away from Spectre’s very slow counter strikes.]
E.D: I think I spit harder than this guy throws.
Promo: It’s not doing much damage, but it’s certainly pissing Spectre off.
[Infuriated, Spectre throws a wild haymaker but Lavalle ducks under, pops up, and nails him with a jumping slap to the forehead! Turning and kicking the turnbuckle Spectre is like a rodeo bull seeing red. The champion turns his back to Spectre to celebrate with the luke warm crowd when from behind, Spectre grabs Lavalle for a release German Suplex.]
Promo: Lavalle tumbles out of it!
[The champion lands in a three point crouch, and holding up “V-fingers” gestures at the rising Spectre before hitting him with a low dropkick.]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: Pulling Spectre off the canvas, Gaetan calls for the ropes!
[Irish whip reversal by the challenger and barreling in like an 18 wheeler on crack, Spectre unloads with a body shattering pump kick that sends the champions head on a swivel. Stunned and shaken, Lavalle staggers to his feet but still manages to fight back with some quick right hands.]
Promo: Lavalle has Spectre in the corner.
[With the challenger dazed, the champion runs at the ropes parallel to him, and hitting a sort of ‘diagonal 619’ that nails Spectre in the back of the head, the challenger staggers OUT of the corner… and falling flat on his back, is splattered with a Top-Rope Frog Splash!]
Lavalle: “GRENOUILLE!”
Promo: It hits!
E.D: Here’s the cover and count!
Referee: One! TWO!
Crowd: [THREE!]
Referee: Kick out!
Promo: Boy that was close and Lavalle seems to be just one step ahead of Spectre tonight and I just can’t figure out why.
E.D: I would assume it’s because Lavalle is a former classmate of BACW’s own Louis Friend, and former NWA World Heavyweight Champion Bobby Briggs.
Promo: Perhaps that association will have Spectre doomed?
E.D: It’s still way too early to tell.
[Still battling for control, Lavalle nails Spectre with a round house kick and follows up with a brutal savant kick.]
Crowd: [OH!]
[Spectre gets to all fours and Gaetan unloads with a series of nasty hook kicks to the thighs bruising Spectre bad!]
Promo: Spectre rolls from the ring and is it me or is this crowd starting to cheer for the Frenchman?
E.D: Saying this crowd is starting to root for the champion is like saying, the French actually helped with the bombing in Libya.
Promo: I’m just saying…
[Back in the ring, Gaetan hits the ropes and flying out of the ring, Spectre sidesteps the move forced Lavalle face first into the railing with a CLANG!]
Crowd: [DAMN!]
[Shaking his head to clear the haze, Spectre drops down on the champion with a nasty knee to the forehead.]
Spectre: Get over here GAY-TAN!
[Dragging Lavalle over to his pet hyena Johnny, the rabid animal grabs hold of Gaetan’s wrestling boot with his filthy mouth and tries to tear the champion’s boot off. Looking on with a wild gaze, Spectre smiles and begins to cackle with joy as Gaetan struggles to release the wild animals grip.]
Promo: Someone get out here and help Gaetan!
E.D: This great, it’s like when animals attack!
Promo: Someone please get out here!
E.D: Relax Paul and let the hyena eat some French cuisine!
Promo: He’s not from France you geographical imbecile! He’s from Canada!
E.D: You clearly have no idea what you’re talking about.
[As Gaetan finally gets his disfigured boot free from Johnny, Spectre lowers a powerful double axe handle across his brow.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Spectre Irish Whips Lavalle toward the barricades - which Lavalle somehow converts into a springboard flip OFF the barriers, into an attempt at a Spinning Flying Head scissors… Spectre catches it, and [saving himself] turns it into a Giant Swing.]
Crowd: WOOOOOOAAAHHHHH!!!!!!
[Spinning around and around, Spectre wobbles back down the aisle, and the two start giant swinging their way back toward the ring… if anything, the swing is getting FASTER.]
Promo: If he’s trying to take this back INTO the ring, I have to wonder how he’s going to get back in, with this hold going on…
[BOOOOOOM!]
Crowd: [OHHH!]
Promo: Spectre slams Gaetan, into steps USING THE SWING and my God that had to hurt!
[As LaValle clutches his head and tries to get to his feet, Spectre simply ‘dusts himself off’, and walks up the steps to the ring, breaking the ten count!]
E.D: Did he just step on Gaetan’s hand on his way up the stairs?
Promo: From the look of pain on the champion’s face I would say so.
[Spectre tosses Lavalle back into the ring and once he’s through the ropes, he comes down hard with a BIG stomp to the head of Lavalle. Pressing him over his head, the challenger dumps the champion over the top rope again and right through the timekeepers table.]
[CRACKK!!!!]
Crowd: [YEAH!] Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: Gaetan is down and looking inside the rubble and my God, he just might be dead!
E.D: Might?
Promo: Wait a minute… What the hell is Spectre doing now?
E.D: He’s on the apron!
Promo: I can see that but what’s he doing?
E.D: That’s a far-ga-dan trick question!
[Leaping off the apron into the rubble, Spectre misses a huge forearm smash and the tide turns once again.]
Promo: Gaetan is dragging Spectre to the French announcer’s table and…
E.D: Wait a minute…
Promo: What?
E.D: Those guys are French?
Promo: Spanish-French I think.
[Lavalle pulls out one of the monitors and blasts Spectre in the head and as the challenger’s brow gushes with blood much to the delight of the crowd. With Spectre in position and now out cold, Gaetan stumbles upright with blood pouring from an open wound on his back.]
Promo: My God! Look at the laceration on the back of Gaetan Lavalle!
E.D: Must have gotten it when he when through the table but I think it’s safe to say that’s at least a 30 stitch job.
[Still on the outside, Gaetan ignores the sting and getting up onto the top turnbuckle looks into the crowd who is going absolutely crazy!]
Crowd: [Jump! Jump! Jump!]
[Arching backwards and giving the fans their monies worth…]
[CA-Mother-FN-CRRRAACCCKKK!]
[…Lavallle connects with an extreme moonsault and the balsa wood table busts into a million freaking pieces!]
Crowd: [YEAH!!!!!!]
Promo: Both men are down! Both men are bleeding, but both men will not give up! Lavalle verses Spectre has lived up to its billing and if you don’t believe me, listen to this capacity crowd!
Crowd: [You’re hardcore! You’re hardcore! You’re hardcore!]
E.D: I hear them but the only thing I see is Spectre moving first! Let’s not forget, Spectre is used to this kind of punishment and although he seems to have won over this BACW crowd, Lavalle paid for that move in spades!
[Tossing the pieces of table to side, Spectre responds by sending the groggy Gaetan head first into the side of the ring. Limping and wiping the blood from his face, Spectre continues the assault the champion by sending Lavalle into the ring barricade, but Gaetan jumps up on the railing and hits a flying forearm to the head.]
Crowd: [WOW!]
Promo: What a move!
[Closing in as Spectre gets to one knee; the challenger is hit with a go-behind and looking to grab the champ into German suplex position, Spectre launches his opponent into the corner.]
Promo: Spectre knows he can’t win the title outside the ring!
E.D: Do you smell that?
Promo & E.D: JOHNNY!!!!!!!
[Inside the ring, Spectre catapults Gaetan into the corner face first and looking for a submission, Spectre applies a double under hook full body submission. Flipping backwards, Gaetan drops Spectre down on his shoulders starting a 123 pin fall but Spectre breaks up the submission before the referee can count three.]
Promo: If someone TOLD what happened in this match and you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, would you believe it?
E.D: These guys are killing each other and I love it! But to answer your question, absolutely not!
[Pounding the canvas, Spectre reaches down deep and when Lavalle gets close, delivers an upper cut that sends Gaetan flat on his back.]
Crowd: [OOO!]
Promo: The look on Spectre’s face says it all… this is the END!
Spectre: [With blood pouring down his face] NO MORE!!!!!
[Grabbing a struggling Lavalle by the throat, Spectre heaves him up until he crotches him on the top rope, near a turnbuckle…. and he doesn’t let go of his throat. Lavalle slams away at Spectre’s hands, but the rope landing takes some of the fight out of the stunned Frenchman. ]
E.D: Spectre is climbing!
Promo: Oh, GOD. Is he going to Chokeslam him off the top OUT of the ring?!
E.D: That’s EXACTLY what he’s trying to do!!!
Promo: If the champion hits the ground again… that could END Gaetan’s career!
E.D: The hell with his career, he could be crippled for life!
[Now in position, Spectre starts to lift Lavalle into place for the ‘Slam…]
Promo: I can’t watch.
[…but Lavalle counters and wrapping his legs around Spectre’s arm, putting a foot to his jaw, Gaetan Lavalle swings out INTO the ring, and hits Spectre with a GIANT Sole Food!]
Promo: SOLE FOOD! OFF THE TOP!
Crowd: [WOW!]
Promo: OH MY GOD!!!!!
E.D: Spectre’s down- but can LaValle capitalize?!
[Swooning and staggering a little, Lavalle gets his composure enough to wobble to the outside… grab a rope for balance… and BARELY hit his trademark Triple-Jump Quebrada finisher.]
Promo: It’s the French Revolution and this one’s over!
Referee: One! TWO!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: HE GOT IT! HE GOT IT!
E.D: The champion RETAINS!!!!!
[Lavalle’s music hits and stumbling to his feet to face the crowd, he raises his hands in the air, but behind him, the referee is pointing to the ropes.]
Promo: The referee is calling Lavalle’s name but the crowd is going crazy and he can’t hear him!
E.D: He’s saying Spectre’s foot was on the ropes!!! This is a worst screw job since the Louisiana Purchase!
[Shaking his head and slowly getting up off the canvas, Spectre creeps up from behind and donkey punches Gaetan in the back of the head. Immediately cranking him up into his Sweet Dreams finisher, the referee once again strikes the canvas for the one, two, three, and to the crowd’s amazement starts to signal for the bell.]
Referee: Ring the bell!
Crowd: [BOO!]
E.D: I didn’t think Spectre had it in him but clearly he did!
Stuffher: Here is your winner of the bout by pin fall… and NEW NWA World Television Champion… The Spectre!
Winner: And NEW NWA World Television Champion – The Spectre
Promo: Stunned, shocked and in complete and utter awe, this crowd is dead silent and taking the championship belt, Spectre seems to be a bit ticked off.
E.D: BACW is Spectre’s home and for him to win an NWA title here meant the world to him! And instead of celebrating with a crowd that’s supposed to be loyal, he’s being boo’d?
Promo: He does seem pretty angry.
[Leaving the arena and giving the fans the double middle fingers, Spectre spits on the BACW logo before vanishing into the back. Inside the ring, Gaetan Lavalle has finally come to and looking up at the replay, is clearly upset. Rolling under the ropes and staggering up the isle, the fans of professional wrestling’s official stomp hall show their appreciation for his performance.]
Crowd: [You’re hardcore! You’re hardcore! You’re hardcore!]
[Nodding his head as the nasty gash on his back continues to bleed; Gaetan takes a bow at the top of the ramp as the fans transition the chants into “please don’t go.”]
Crowd: [Please don’t go! Please don’t go! Please don’t go!]
Promo: I have to admit, Gaetan Lavalle came into BACW and was boo’d by these very intelligent fans. But in the end as his championship reign came to an end, he gained the popularity of a fan base that is known throughout the NWA as one of the toughest in the business to please. Well my hats off the Gaetan Lavalle and I’m not afraid to say it! In fact, I would love to see him in BACW again.
E.D: I can’t say I share the same sentiment as you, but on this night, I’ll give him the thumbs up for a job well done.
Promo: Folks, it’s time for another break, so let’s get into the back where Louis Friend has something to say.
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