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GRINDER XII: Free-Per-View Interview:
The Invasion Part 1
Time: 6:30 PM
[A white Chevy Camero pulls up outside The Prudential Center... stops... and the doors open. Hitting the pavement hard, RJ Harris steps out of the driver side, wearing jeans a red WCCW tank top. Panning across the vehicle, out slides Jonathan Darkstar. Reaching into the back, both men pull out bats and start walking towards the entrance door where they are met by BACW security.]
Security: Whoa! You're not allowed inside.
Harris: Really?
Security: Don't make this hard fellas.
[Harris looks at Darkstar, and giving each other a wink, start swinging. The security guards hit the ground hard and dusting themselves off, the two enter the building.]
Harris: You first...
Jonathan Darkstar: Age before beauty.
Darkstar: [Laughter]
[Looking around, RJ calls out in a playful voice...]
Harris: Oh Kennedy, where aaare yooou?
[As they start walking down the hallway using their bats to bang on doors, they finally come to a door with Kennedy's name on it.]
Harris: This must be the place.
Darkstar: Let's go in and say hello shall we?
[Peaking their heads inside the room, the two don't see Kennedy, but then some conspicuous noises are heard coming from an offshoot of the main hallway.]
Harris: [Makes hand motions]
Darkstar: [Nods]
[Cautiously, the men creep over to the source and cry out...]
Harris and Darkstar: SURPRISE MOTHER FUCKA!
Cat: Meow!
[...only to find a stray cat.]
Harris: Shit!
[Breathing a sigh of relief the turn and...]
[CRACK]
[THUD]
[...they are attacked from behind and knocked out cold by some unknown force.]
Barrel of Monkeys
Time: 6:45 PM
[Leaving you with the first mystery of the night, we transport our viewers to the other side of the building. In the background you can see Mr. Batee talking to all the active wrestlers on his roster most of which are going to perform on tonight's mega card. Zooming in from behind a bunch of boxes, we catch the tail end of his conversation...]
Mr. Batee: So in closing, when the lights go down, and that music hits, I want all of you to understand that you are now part of something special. Each one of your are about to make history, and even though I have my differences with some, I love you all like family. Now get out there, and hit those spots like it's the last time you're ever going to grace a BACW ring...
[Just then Kurt Chavez speaks up...]
Kurt Chavez: Seriously Batee?
[Rolling his eyes in a jovial manner, the owner responds....]
Mr. Batee: ... I mean hit those spots like you've never hit them before, and give these people what they paid for - Bad ASS Championship Wrestling!
[Just then Jack Kraven takes the lead and says...]
Jack Kraven: Let's bring it in guys.
[The group moves in and putting their arms around each other, the camera catches a glimpse of Lashiel Logan who has broken off from the group, and is now creeping down the hallway wheeling a huge sack. Fortunately, the performers are all distracted by Mr. Batee's inspiring speech so he's not noticed or missed at this particular momnent. Looking left, then right, Lash crosses over to a locker room and shoves the door open, glad that those it was assigned to were still having last minute words with the owner after the big pow wow. Judging from their bags lying on the benches, they'd come and gone not to long ago. In the foreground if you listened close enough, you could hear the arena vendors practicing before the lights when down.]
Vendor #1: Peanuts!
Vendor #2: Pop corn!
Vendor #3: Soda pop!
[Pulling the dolly in, he closed the door, walked around to the sack, untied it, and allowed it to fall open. No sooner as light was shown into the bag, a loud screeching could be heard and an foul odor immediately filled the room. A long hairy arm reached out, followed by the ugly, wrinkled face of a chimp, lip curling and eyes wild. It swiped at Lash who responded in a stern voice...]
Lash: NO EAT! NO EAT LASH!
[He scrambled backwards, kicking the chimp away, a bruise forming on his face as he made it out the door. He left the dolly there, slamming the door behind him as he escaped, clutching his arm as the blood dripped down his sleeve and over his fingers. Lash took off for the nearest restroom to tend to his injury, leaving what appeared to be a few chimps behind, in the locker room of Chris Ross.]
Lash: Bad monkeys! Bad!
[As Lash snuck away to tend to his wounds, we rejoined Mr. Batee who was now sitting in his office with his head in his liquor cabinet.]
Mr. Batee: Hmmm... What should I drink... It is Grinder after all!
[Smiling, the owner pulls out a bottle of McCallan 25 year old and taking a deep sniff of the glorious aroma sat back and kicked his feet up on the desk.]
Mr. Batee: Now this is what I'm talking about!
[As sure as the world is round, his office door opens up and in walks Kimo Newton with a hip hop pop.]
Kimo: Yo Bat Man! What up dog?!
[Choking down what's in his mouth, the owner rolls his eyes and points to the door.]
Mr. Batee: I don't even want to hear it! Get out! Get out now before I have you thrown out Mr. Newton!
[Closing the door behind him and moon walking his way back to Batee's desk, Kimo tilts his stoner shades and says...]
Kimo: Easy dog! I ain't here to raise hell or break any of yo shit! Naw. We coolio Bat-o-rama!
[Placing his glass down Mr. Batee licked the aftermath of his drink from his teeth and pointing to his broken closet door yelled...]
Mr. Batee: Cool?
Kimo: Yo mon if you're cold then turn up the heat. And nothing for nothing but drinking that shit all the time is going raise your blood pressure.
[Ignoring the slap stick comedy act the BACW owner shrieks out again...]
Mr. Batee: Kimo, I almost died from all the bee stings! Like in DEAD! Like in no more BACW! Like in Kurt Chavez soon to be dead! I want nothing to do with you or your bad luck!!
Kimo: Well I can understand you're mad but dawg, but it wasn't me who decided to bring in a hive of angry bees into your office. And if memory serves me correct, it was Ross who released them into the room.
[Tired of fighting City Hall, Mr. Batee walks over to his desk and sits down with a huff, pouring himself another glass of scotch.]
Mr. Batee: You have two minutes...
[Leaping into the air with his hand on his crotch, Kimo pulls up a chair...]
Kimo: Well dog... I'm kind of perplexed... Why ain't I in a match?
[There's a pause and a big sigh...]
Mr. Batee: Well... You're in The Grinder Kimo! Everyone is... so technically you are booked.
Kimo: I know that dog! But look... You put Chris Ross in some boss ladder match with an unknown killer reward when I was the one who whooped his booty tooty fruity last show! What give Bat-a-ta-da! Where's the love coming from my number one Jaywalker?
[Batee rubs his neck and taking a third sip of his drink ponders what Kimo just said...]
Mr. Batee: [Sigh] Kimo, like I already said... You are in the Grinder match so I think you should focus on that... It's a big enough job.
[Jumping up from his chair and spinning around the room, Kimo begins to throw a temper tantrum.]
Kimo: Oh come on dog! Really? You're just going to send Ross out there for opportunity and leave me hanging?
[Arm hanging in the air...]
Mr. Batee: Kimo, please don't say that man's name again... He's like the God dang Candyman.
[Lowering his arm with disappointment...]
Kimo: Look dog tell ya what...
Mr. Batee: Please Kimo... No more plans! My head can't take another show like last week's. In fact...
[Getting in Batee's personal space Kimo hatches his plan anyway....]
Kimo: I can take ya out dog...
Mr. Batee: You can what?
Kimo: I know some fine looking honies we can hook up with!
[Mr. Batee raises an eyebrow almost spitting his drink onto his desk.]
Mr. Batee: Honies? The hell are Honies?! [Grabbing his temples] You know what, if it's what I think it is, I'm no homo.
Kimo: Homo? Oh come on dog, I don't roll in the jelly like that! All I'm saying is when was the last time you actually got some huh? I know ya dog. You're like that one poor animal in da shelter no one wants to pet right?
Mr. Batee: Kimo, I don't think my sex life is any of your business... and please stop comparing it to a Kurt Chavez weekend.
[Placing his hands on his head Kimo pleads his case.]
Kimo: Chavez? Shit, I'll invite my boys Jim, Jack, and even Jose... I'll even give my girl Brandy a call!
[Mr. Batee looks at Kimo blinking a few times...]
Mr. Batee: ...
Kimo: Yeeeah.... You know what I'm talking about Mr. Liquor is quicker but candy is dandy!
[Suddenly a familiar booming voice is heard...]
Chris Ross: BATEE!!!!
[With his eyes bugged out, the owner looks at the closed door to his office already knowing what's next...]
Mr. Batee: Why the God dang hell does everyone automatically know where my office is located?!
[*CRASH!!!*]
Ross: Lucy, I'm home!
[And as sure as shit, the door goes flying off it's hinges and a clearly irate Chris Ross comes storms in.]
Mr. Batee: For the love god! Would it hurt to go one show without your retarded ass coming here and breaking up all my shit?! Doors have door knobs for a reason you imbecile!!!
[Sniff... Sniff...]
Kimo: Awe yo dog... What the fuck is that smell?!
[Ross glares at Batee chucking something brow against the wall...]
[Sniff... Sniff...]
Mr. Batee: What the hell did you just throw on my...?!
Ross: Shut the fuck up Batee!
Mr. Batee: [Mouthing the words] Shut the fuck up Batee?
Ross: You know you've done some pretty fucked up things to me before... You've screwed me over in matches, mind fucked and ultimately mentally raped me!
Kimo: Yo dog rape is a serious charge.
[Pointing to Kimo the mad man roars...]
Ross: SHUT UP KIMO!
Kimo: Damn!
[Turning back towards Batee his rant continues...]
Ross: You've played with my career like I'm a puppet and you're some kind of drunk puppet master... But this shit...
[Pointing to what he threw against the wall Ross continues...]
Ross: THIS SHIT takes the cake!
[Taking a deep breath Batee tries to diffuse the situation...]
Mr. Batee: First of all Mr. Ross, every day that I don't see you, is a happy day for me so why in the hell would I do anything that would bring you into my office of my own accord?
Ross: Are you fucking kidding me?!
Kimo: He's asking you a question Batty-man!
Mr. Batee and Ross: SHUT UP KIMO!
Kimo: Dogs that's hurtful.
[Raising an eye brow Ross clearly looks confused.]
Kimo: See ya shoulda put me in that match instead of Ross! I told ya dog! He's insane!
[Opening his massive hands, Chris pounds his fist onto the desk...]
Ross: YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU FUCKING MORON!!!
[Suddenly a chimpanzee casually walks in behind Ross and Kimo pulls his sunglasses down to half mast for a second time.]
Kimo: Yo Batee... What the fuck is a monkey doing in here dog?!
[Pointing at the Chimpanzee Chris rolls his eyes as the owner says...]
Mr. Batee: You just can't make this shit up...
[Suddenly Ross' facial expression changes as he lets out a laugh.]
Ross: You think this is funny?
Mr. Batee: GOD DANG IT ROSS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
Ross: Come on Barney! Do that little trick you showed me when I was getting out of the toliet before...
Mr. Batee: If he bites my nuts so help me God we are going to have a major problem...
[*SPLAT!*]
[Suddenly Batee ducks and a pile of shit flies through the air and hits Kimo in the chest.]
Kimo: AHHHHH!!! What kind of trick is that dog?!
Ross: Barney, you missed!
Mr. Batee: Ross, that's nasty!
Kimo: Oh my god this smells bad dog!!!
Ross: YOU PUT MONKEYS IN MY LOCKER ROOM!
Mr. Batee: Ross I have no idea what in the god dang hell is going on around here but rest assured I have had enough! In fact, I'm so fed up with Lash and you that at next TVMA, I'm booking you in a Farm Animal match!
Ross: What the hell is that?
Kimo: You're in trouble now dog!
Mr. Batee: It means you an Lash will have a match away from the arena... FAR FAR away from the arena! In this anything goes match, you can roll in monkey shit, get stung by bees, bit by turtles, and whatever else you fucking want! Fact is, you can beat the shit out of each other and blow all the horses in the barn but you WILL do it from 100 miles away! In fact...
[Suddenly 3 more chimpanzees walk in...]
Mr. Batee: ...
Ross: I accept the match and FYI Bats, they are your problem now!!!
Kimo: Yo I'm outta here dog!!
[Kimo bolts out the door..]
Mr. Batee: God dang-it! No!
[Exiting the room, Ross puts his hand on his chest and begins to sing.]
Ross: OH BEAUTIFUL FOR SPACIOUS SKIES! THROUGH AMBER WAVES OF GRAIN!!!!
[*SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT!*]
Mr. Batee: Son of a bitch! LASHIEL!!!!!
End Free-Per-View
WELCOME TO GRINDER XII
Date: April 1 2012
Venue: Madison Square Garden
Location: Manhattan, New York
Bell Time: 7:15 PM
The Invasion Part2
Time: 7:00 PM
[A high jacked camera opens up on a picture of an unconscious RJ Harris, who is now bound to a chair and gagged with his head slumped back and slightly out of view. In the background we hear Kai Kennedy behind the camera, as he pulls back the picture while it gets settled on a tripod. Looking through the viewfinder, Matt McClain can be seen posing in the mirror with Harris's NWA North American Championship.]
McClain: Looks pretty f*ing good on me. It's a pretty little thing, but it helps to heal the hole in my heart a bit while I wait for my chance at the BACW title.
Kennedy: McClain, we're rolling here.
[He pops into the picture with a big grin on his face...]
Kennedy: Lookee here, BACW fans. We caught a WCCW rat! Now Darkstar, the reason you're not in this chair is because we decided to pick the weakest part off of your herd.
McClain: Truer words were never spoken, Kennedy. See the last time you and I were in the same arena, we tried to kill each other. What was that, 2007, I think? Regardless, people have been walking up to me, asking me, "Crippler" what are you doing with that f*ing guy? Did you really talk things out on the phone? Why do you have facebook? Can I have your babies?
Kennedy: And?
McClain: And I said, BACW needs generals to defend her.
[RJ Harris begins to stir, slowly...]
Kennedy: Darkstar! King! Your soldier has been disarmed and dishonored. Not only that, but he's been rebranded, and ready for you to pick up when or if you can find him.
[Kennedy drags Harris out of the chair, as McClain grips him by the hair.]
McClain: King, you wanted to be a bitch and threaten to sue me? Well because of your stupidity, here's your prize!
[We can now see Harris's full head of hair has been soaked in bleach. His clothes have been even been bleached. And then, in an act of disrespect, we see the NWA North American Title has black spray paint, lettered "McClain American Title" on it. Laughing, they both turn the camera off as we begin our show with a BANG!]
Play promo package
Time: 7:15 PM
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[Cue in video clip and ignite pyrotechnics.]
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Paul Prominski: Hello everyone and welcome to our biggest show of the year… WELCOME to Grinder Twelve!!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: I'm your host Paul Prominski and tonight Mister Batee and the National Wrestling Alliance have not only sanctioned an NWA World Heavyweight Championship bout between Jack Kraven and Kurt Chavez, but we will also bear witness to one of the most brutal matches of all time, The Grinder!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: And in just a few moments, we are going to start off with our opening match between John Sheppard and newcomer Kenji Omigawa! After that we have four way ladder match which will yield to it's winner a secret prize that will be known on our next TVMA! Michael Barnes will have to defend both of his championships in two separate bouts. Add to that, Kai Kennedy is set to take on Magnum Randell for the NWA World Hardcore title!! And, in our main event of the evening, it's our Grinder main event which will feature all of our athletes inside the confines of a 15 foot high old fashion steel cage - last man to bleed will be given the honor not only winning Grinder, but also becoming our BACW Heavyweight champion!!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: Now before we get into our opening match, let me introduce to you the man who claims Kurt Chavez is really the evil spawn of Ann Mau and Rick Ulfric… Welcome if you would... "Easy E" Eric Danger!
Crowd: [POP!]
Eric Danger: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I see not only didn't you brush your teeth, but you forgot to wipe your ass before you came out here.
Promo: First of all, I smell like roses, and second, I'm not the one with mustard on my shirt.
E.D: It's not mustard, it's my love juice.
Promo: Let's not even go there...
E.D: I already did ... [shameless smile]
Promo: Did you just fart?
E.D: Whoever smelt it dealt it.
Promo: Whoever denied it supplied it!
E.D: Whoever...
Promo: STOP! This is biggest show of the year and here we are bickering like children!
E.D: If the shoe fits...
Promo: Ladies and gentlemen, our combatants for our first match have just come down the isle so let's kick the show over to ring announcer Michael Stuffher.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Opening Match
Kenji Omigawa vs. John Sheppard
Ring Announcer Michael Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Madison Square Garden and welcome to Grinder Twelve!
Crowd: [MEGA POP!]
Stuffher: Our opening bout is scheduled for one fall with Fifteen minute time limit. Already in the ring, this is John Sheppard!
Crowd: [BOO!]
E.D: I see they still hate this guy in BACW.
Promo: You have to be in it to win it.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And his opponent, from the orient, this is Kenji Omigawa!
Crowd: [Small POP!]
Promo: Omigawa is a fantastic wrestler who isn't known for his hardcore style of wrestling and this makes me wonder, why in the world would he sign with a company like BACW?
E.D: Maybe he was tired of eating rice?
Promo: [Rolls eyes] I should have known better than to engage you in a serious conversation.
[Inside the squared circle the referee turns to the time keeper and says...]
Referee: Ring the bell!
Promo: The man in stripes has called for the bell and here we GO! Grinder Twelve is on its way!!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Sheppard charges and catches Kenji with a big back drop and later with a suplex that merges into a bridge.
Referee: One! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: No! Two count from referee Davey Johnson and this one's going to continue.
E.D: Looks like Sheppard is going to get extreme early.
[THUD!]
Promo: Kenji is dumped to the outside and complains that John tossed him out by the hair.
Referee: Get of the hair or next time I'm disqualifying you!
[Omigawa tries to regain his balance as Sheppard attempts a series of pin
fall attempts.]
Referee: TWO!!
Crowd: [BOO!]
E.D: Shoulder off the canvas!
Promo: What do you think so far of Kenji's performance?
E.D: Well he's getting his ass kicked but then again ... this is BACW.
[Kenji counters an Irish whip and takes the advantage with a boot to the mid-section.]
Promo: Omigawa follows up with a quick snap huricanrana but he misses the mark and I don't believe it...
Sheppard: Give me that kid!
Promo: Did John Sheppard just take a shirt away from a kid at ringside?
E.D: I think that was Keni's and the man from the orient is furious!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Sheppard: SHUT UP!
Crowd: [BIGGER BOO!]
Promo: Kenji staggers to his feet and this might be the motivation he was looking for!
E.D: Maybe not!
Promo: Look out!
[Sheppard with a baseball slide into the back of Kenji and coming to the floor, Omigawa counters with a BIG baba chop.]
Crowd: [WOOO!]
[Body slam on the small mats stuns his opponent and tossing Sheppard back into the ring, Omigawa connects with a springboard missile dropkick from the apron.]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: He's going up to the top turnbuckle!
E.D: I think it's too soon.
Promo: Kenji arches into the air!
[Moonsault from the top turnbuckle connects taking out Sheppard and fans go crazy.]
Crowd: Ken-ji! Ken-ji! Ken-ji!
Promo: It looks like Kenji caught his knees on the top of Sheppard's head.
Referee: 1... 2... 3... 4...
E.D: The referee starts the count and reaches to FIVE!
Referee: Six, seven, eight, nine, TEN!
Promo: Kenji looks confused...
E.D: I've never seen anything like this... In fact, I is it me or did the match end prematurely?
[As the man in stripes leaves the ring to check on Sheppard, he gets to his side and immediately calls for the medical team.]
Referee: Need help!
[Making an "X" with his arms, BACW officials run out and start checking on Sheppard as the crowd peers on stunned.]
Promo: I'm not sure what happened but clearly John Sheppard isn't moving and Kenji Omigawa is baffled.
E.D: Look at the replay Paul, Omigawa's knees smashes into the side of John Sheppard's neck and if I had to guess, this might be the last time we see John Sheppard inside a BACW ring.
Promo: Fans while the medical team continues to tend to John Sheppard, let's go into the back where our camera crew has caught up with Matt McClain.
WOOOSH!
McClain's Dressing Room
[We fade in and we see a returning Matt McClain sitting down lacing up his boots, with a large smile plastered across his lips.]
Matt McClain: What a sucker!
[As McClain finished tucking in his laces, he stands up and slips his shirt on over his lean and muscular frame. As soon as the shirt is on, he forces his hair from his face and runs his hand over his bearded face. There was something different about the look on Matt's face, something that hasn't been seen in a long time…happiness.]
McClain: Man I love this place.
[Then came a hesitant knock upon the door, two raps, a pause, a third, another pause, then two more, before the knocking stopped.]
McClain: Who the hell could that be?
[McClain looked surprised to hear a knock, spun around, and with a loud and booming voice he responded to the knock...]
McClain: Come in!
[The doorknob wiggled a bit before it was finally turned completely and the door pushed open. There, standing on the other side, was Lash Logan, the young man who McClain had taken in for a brief time when Lash had broken away from his psychotic Uncle Azrael and tried to find safety within the McClain household, a place he'd visited often as a child. Lash looked a bit uncertain about standing there; a small, timid smile on his face, a bundle of some wiggling sort held tightly in his arms.]
"I'll be damned... Lash" Matt said, as his look of shock faded to a warm welcoming smile. "Come on in Lash, no reason to be scared."
Lash came forward cautiously. "You sure?" Lash asked him "You very mad last week, they say you no like us no more."
"Yes Lash I'm sure." McClain stated with a slight chuckle. Lash I'm not mad at you or your dad, I'm still pretty pissed off at Uncle Azzy though. Last week I got caught up in the moment, that's all."
McClain smiled a bit more to put the boy at ease. The wiggling caught McClain's attention; "Ummm, Lash, whatever you have under your arm is wiggling, you know that right?
"Uh-huh" Lash said, "I bring you present" He unwrapped the wiggling bundle, to present Matt with a large hedgehog. "Is named Chronic" Lash said with a grin.
Lash thrust his arms out for McClain to grab Chronic from him; "I have to ask Lash, where did you get "Chronic" from? McClain said looking pretty confused. "At least it's not a hive of bees like Batee got on the last TV MA..."
"Dad say no more presents for Mr. Batty, but he no say nothing about no more presents for anyone else." Lash said with a big smile. "I go pet store get "Chronic" see spinning hedgehog game when visit you, though might like spinning hedgehog to be friend."
He grinned even wider.
"You see later what present I bring for Mr. Ross, it no Hedgehog though, very hard catch, hope he like." Lash said.
"Yeah, your dad was right Lash…you saw Gabriel's Sonic video game... thanks for "Chronic" ...I guess ...where did you get his name form?"
"You got a present for Chris Ross?" McClain questioned "Please tell me it's a baseball bat that you're going to use against him before the ladder match." McClain said almost under his breath, not sure if the boy heard him or not.
Lash's smile got brighter.
"I get name from dad's t-shirt, "Chronic the Hemp Hog", only he no tell what Hemp is; only that you smoke it but I no allowed to smoke it and he break my hands if I smoke it." Lash said.
Lash paused then, thoughtfully.
"I no have bat, but I know where can find crowbar, I get crowbar and use?" Lash asked him.
"I can see your Pops breaking your hand... might be best not to smoke it Lash…and please don't use a crow bar on Ross... unless you're Dad says it's O.K." McClain said with a slight chuckle.
"Come on Lash, let's put down Chronic in the box in my locker and we can go and find everyone else."
"Okay," Lash said happily, helping to line the box with the cloth sack he'd brought and tuck Chronic into it. The hedgehog was very tame, curled up in a ball and rolled a bit in its temporary home.
Lash headed for the door, intending to lead him to their locker room.
"You no hit Dad, right?" Lash asked cautiously. "He very mad I let Jace out boiler room last week and they fight. He be even madder I bring you to room and you fight."
McClain paused for a minute and drew a long sigh; "Lash you have my word. I was just caught up in the moment at TV MA... your Dad is my best friend, so no I won't hit him."
"Now Uncle Azzy, that's a whole different story..." McClain said half jokingly as the two walk out of the locker room.
"Okay, I take you there." Lash said as we fade to black and back to ring side.
WOOOSH!
Winner Gets Wins a Surprise at Next TVMA:
(Ladder Match)
Gaetan LaValle vs. Matt McClain vs. Duncan Bishop vs. Chris Ross
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Our next bout is a four way mystery contract ladder match! The winner of this match will reveal what the mystery contract contains on our next TVMA.
Crowd: [POP!]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Already in the ring, from Denver, Colorado - Duncan Bishop!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Anything to say?
E.D: Not really...
Promo: Just thought I would ask.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And coming down the isle next...
[As Chris Ross enters the arena, the screen splits and we go into the back where NWA World Television Champion Gaetan LaValle is standing by in the gorilla area waiting for his name to be called. Zooming in the camera chases these words from the Frenchman.]
LaValle: You know who I am. And you know what I can do... Or DO you? World Television champion in nine bouts… Unchallenged European Champion for two years... Pro in the sport for four. And BACW member for a year. A year of Hell.
I've been cut, and I've bled.
I've fought men three times my size, and won.
I've been attacked by a wild animal, and I've been forced to smell Mike Barnes' horrific
body-odor.
I've been thrown through tables, and rammed through desks.
All in a year- a year exactly, tonight.
And, on this, my anniversary in the Stomp Hall, I have a question for you all...
IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT?!
If you thought I was "here-and-gone"- wrong.
If you thought "The French Guy" would take a hike after one good chair shot- wrong.
If you think I am going to stop, anywhere short of the grandeur I aspire to- wrong.
And if you think you've been close to seeing "everything I can do"...
[He smiles a little.]
...Open your eyes. You're wrong.
WOOOSH!
[Back in the arena, the curtains part and out comes LaValle...]
Stuffher: And now entering the arena, Gaetan LaValle!!!
Crowd: [POP!]
E.D: What the HELL has gotten into Gaetan LaValle?!
Promo: I think the Williams match last month has really fired him up...
E.D: Why?
Promo: Well... For one, he claims it took him WAY too long to win and tonight, he's not trying to prove something to the crowd or these guys...
E.D: So he's trying to prove something to himself then...
Promo: Exactly!
[Just as Danger is about to add to the comment... the lights dim and...]
Stuffher: And the final opponent, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the "Crippler" Matt McClain!
[The sound of crashing waves, thunder, and howling winds fill the arena. They are soon joined by a shrill sound of sirens echoing though out the building.]
#SHUT UP WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU... SHUT UP.. SHUT UP... SHUT UP... SHUT UP WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!
[A hush falls over the crowd leaving the arena in total darkness. Without warning, multi-colored lights start exploding throughout the arena. The fans can now see that Matt McClain's tron video has come to life as his theme, a remix of One Step Closer performed by Linkin Park, starts to rip though out the PA system. On his tron, a golden outline of a flame comes into sight as McClain's cross slams into the flame as it sounds like steel hitting steel, and is quick to fade to black as his name is quick to fade in. Soon it starts to flash across the tron into various different fonts and colors. Behind his name, there are clips of The Submission Specialist winning past titles, making opponents tap to his Breaking Point as well as McClain hitting his Natural Disaster finisher.]
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I'M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I'M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I'M ABOUT TO BREAK
#I FIND THE ANSWERS AREN'T SO CLEAR, I WISH I COULD FIND A WAY TO DISSAPPEAR…ALL THESE THOUGHTS THEY MAKE NO SENSE, I FOUND THIS IN INGRONCE, NOTHING SEEMS TO GO AWAY…OVER AND OVER AGAIN… JUST LIKE BEFORE!
[Out of nowhere, we see a man that appears to be rising up from the floor with both of his arms stretched out forming a human crucifix. Once he has risen like a phoenix from its ashes, McClain looks around the arena as a grin plays across his lips. The fans start to boo at the mere sight of him, which is like music to his ears. McClain slowly raises both arms high into the air as the crowd roars with their disapproval. As he makes the slow walk to the ring, the multi-colored lights start to glisten off his skin. He's dressed in a pair of jet-black tights. On his left leg in a gold colored material and outlined in blood red you see "CRIPPLER. On the opposite leg in the same gold colored material outlined in blood red color is McClain's modified cross. McClain has his hands, wrist, and forearms tapped in a heavy black tape. His shoulder length brown hair dangles slightly over his pearl white-framed Oakley's, hiding his cold ice-blue eyes from the fans behind the shimmering ice iridium lens. He runs his tapped hand over his beard as he surveys the entranceway.]
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I'M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I'M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I'M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I'M ABOUT TO…BREAK!
[As soon as McClain enters the ring, he breaks for one of the turn buckles and slowly climbs up, and as soon as he sets foot onto the middle turn buckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the ring. McClain's stares out into the crowd as he slowly turns his head, doing a full sweep. He hopes down and stops near the ropes as he leans against them as he is showered with boo's from the crowd. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena.]
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I'M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I'M ABOUT TO BREAK...
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I'M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I'M ABOUT TO... BREAK!
Promo: Tonight McClain is sporting new all-white gear tonight with his patented logo on the trunks and knee pads and boots.
E.D: The man looks tremendous but not in a homo way.
Promo: Disclaimer not needed but let me ask you this... How is Matt McClain going to handle coming back into the ring after such a long layoff.
E.D: Honestly, McClain should feel right at home in this match. While it's not his typical type of match, he has wrestled in plenty of ladder matches and has come out on top in most of them. He knows what it takes to win the match and what he needs to do to hold off his opponents and keep them down to climb the ladder and grab whatever the heel it is suppose top grab to win the match.
Promo: So you're saying he has the advantage?
E.D: I'm not saying that, but what I am saying is this... McClain is going to be pretty focused on winning the match at any cost. He knows that he is in there with three other wrestlers that are looking at doing the same thing, winning the match. He is going to have a game plan and he is going to stick to it. He is going to make sure that he is going to be as fast as he can in the ring and he is going to have to be on the defensive most of the night. He is going to have to use his cunning and prowess throughout the entire match to make sure he walks out the winner.
Promo: If you had an overall plan, what would it be?
E.D: Matt should be taking his opponents off of their feet and using his speed to evade any type of power moves that Chris Ross and Duncan Bishop are going to bring to the table. He also has to be aware of a wrestler that is smaller and more than likely quicker then McClain, Gaetan LaValle, which is a first. In most matches Matt is the smaller and faster wrestler in the match, so he is going to have someone in the match that is going to be able to match his move for move and may very well be faster than McClain. Where McClain knows the other's strengths and weaknesses, he knows that he is, hands down, the most dangerous inside of the ring.
Promo: Moves aside, what about McClain mental approach to the match?
E.D: Over the years, McClain has developed a little bit of a sick and twisted side to him…O.K., I lied, McClain has a really BIG sick and twisted side to him, and he will hurt Kennedy just for the fun of it, just to hear him scream and just to see if he could snap human bone. Yeah he's a sadistic bastard, no question about it. He wants this match and his focus is going to be on the match, and he has no problem using the ladder to his advantage and using it to hurt his opponents as much as he can. He's not going to be able to focus on just one opponent, but split up his attention on all three men, so this could leave him open to attacks by the other two opponents when he is in attack mode on the third opponent.
Promo: Eric, that was awesome and I don't understand why you can't be like this all the time.
E.D: Two words...
Promo: Do I dare ask what they are?
E.D: More booze!
Promo: Let's go to ring.
[Pulling back, the camera gets all four men in the ring as the action begins...]
Referee: Ring the bell!
Promo: Right out of the gate Gaetan and Ross brawl on the outside while Bishop and McClain go at it on the inside.
[With the rage of 150,000 Spartans, Ross tosses Gaetan into the guardrail while Bishop hits McClain with jabs and an illegal head butt.]
Referee: Come one Bishop! Keep it clean!
[Bishop ignores the referee, beats down McClain in the corner and Chris Ross grabs a ladder for the first time.]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: Ross isn't playing around.
E.D: The man is without a doubt unstable.
[Chris goes to put the ladder in the ring but Gaetan stops him and tries to slam his head into the rungs, but Ross blocks it and then slams Gaetan into it!]
[CLANG!]
Crowd: [OH!]
[On the opposite side, McClain attempts to whip Bishop into the ropes but Bishop hits a sliding dropkick sending the ladder into Ross's face!]
Promo: Is Ross cut?
E.D: Not sure but if he is it's going to make competing in Grinder a impossibility.
[Touching his head, Ross doesn't see blood and continues with the match...]
Promo: Bishop picks Ross up and continues to beat on him and wow, this Duncan Bishop is a brutal man!
E.D: Some say Duncan Bishop was thrown out of Rock Mountain Pro because he was deemed uncontrollable and now we are seeing first hand that this man is everything that they said he was; vicious!
[Both Bishop & McClain then grab the ladder and play tug of war but Bishop sees Chris Ross walking up and slams it into Ross's face!]
[CLANG!]
Chris Ross: UGH!
[McClain then pulls Bishop into him by tugging the ladder and eventually clothes lining him much to the pleasure of the crowd!]
Crowd: [Crip-pler! Crip-pler! Crip-pler!]
Promo: McClain picks up another ladder and slides it in and follows the steel weapon into the ring.
E.D: McClain better watch out!
Promo: Shaking his head, Gaetan finally gets to his feet and as McClain goes to pick up the ladder he just brought in.
[Looking up at the mysterious contract hanging above, Gaetan slingshots himself into the ring, stomps onto the ladder, and slams it down onto McClain's fingers.]
McClain: [Holding his hand in pain] FUUUCK!
E.D: I guess he won't be finger banging anyone anytime soon.
Promo: Finger what?
E.D: Banging.
Promo: You can't say that on live TV!
E.D: Just did and FYI Paul, it's pay per view baby.
[With Matt accounting for all of his digits, Gaetan then hits McClain with a big right hand but Matt doesn't fall. Gaetan hits the ropes and goes for another but McClain grabs him by the throat on the rebound!]
Promo: This isn't going to end well for the Frenchman!
[McClain goes for a choke slam but Gaetan counters by back flipping onto his feet and then hitting a leg kick followed by a leaping Enziguri!]
Crowd: [WOW!]
E.D: Unbelievable!
[The fans pop hard as Gaetan picks up the ladder but Ross cuts him off and hits a neck snapping slingshot suplex off the ropes!]
[Ka-fuckin-CLANG!]
Gaetan: [Groaning in pain] ...
Promo: Gaetan is holding his knee and I think he got it twisted up in that exchange.
E.D: Unlike the last match, the referee isn't stopping this one and Gaetan better put on his big boy pants because here comes trouble.
Chris Ross: Come on little lambs, Mary wants to play!
[CLANG! CLANG!]
Promo: Ross picks up the closed ladder, slams it into McClain and then slams it into Bishop as Duncan slides into the ring!
E.D: Ross is about to bring this match a new level of violence.
[Chris tries to set up the ladder but a limping Gaetan shoves him and then drop kicks Ross out onto the floor.]
Promo: That move clearly hurt LaValle but it doesn't appear to be slowing him down.
E.D: I hate this prick but I'll give credit where credit due, he looks incredible tonight!
[Gaetan picks up the ladder, when from behind, a crafty Matt McClain kicks him in the back of the knee adding insult to injury. McClain then head butts a hobbled Gaetan and then notices that the ladder landed on the top rope. Smiling, he then tosses Gaetan into it, but Gaetan walks up the damn ladder and then springs off it into a flying cross body!]
Crowd: [WOW!]
Promo: Amazing!
E.D: Hold on!
[McClain catches him in midair and hits a textbook fall away slam!]
[BOOM!]
Promo: Bishop then catches McClain with a back splash senton just as McClain lands on the mat!
[Flipping off the crowd, Duncan picks up the ladder and sets it up in the center of the ring but Chris Ross attacks him from behind stopping him dead in his tracks! Feeling the anger, Ross whips Bishop into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Bishop ducks and hits an elbow suicida onto McClain on the floor!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: And this is why BACW attracts some of the greatest athletes in this business!
[Pointing his finger into the air, Ross starts to climb up the ladder but Gaetan springboards onto the rungs!]
E.D: Holy Spiderman!
Promo: Gaetan LaValle has won the hearts of BACW fans everyone! Listen to them cheer!
Crowd: Let's go Gaetan - Let's go! Let's go Gaetan - Let's go! Let's go Gaetan - Let's go!
E.D: Who will grab the mystery contract first?
[Feeling the power of the fans, Gaetan hits Chris with several right hands knocking him backwards and then reaches up for the contract...]
Promo: We are going to have a winner!
E.D: Not if Bishop can help it.
[....but Bishop shoves the ladder over and both men fall!]
Promo: The crowd holds it's breath as Gaetan lands on his feet and then ducks a clothesline from Bishop!
E.D: Pele and down goes Bishop!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: Gaetan starts to set the ladder up again but the notices Bishop getting up in the corner and charges at him!
E.D: NO!
Promo: Bishop catches Gaetan in midair with the standing Bishop bottom!
[McClain weighs in by hitting a running knee strike sending Duncan out onto the small mats.]
[SPLAT!]
Promo: The Crippler is looking to end it all and be victorious after a long lay off from the ring.
[Staggering to his feet, McClain then sets the ladder back up but eats the big boot to the side of his neck from Chris Ross!]
E.D: Everyone's down except for Chris Ross!!!
Promo: Chris climbs up the ladder, reaches up, and finally pulls down the mystery contract!
Referee: This one's over! Ring the bell!!!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Your winner of the contest, Chris Ross!
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Opening up the contract and reading what's inside, Ross grins from ear to ear before leaving the carnage.]
Promo: I guess we are going to find out exactly what the contract says at the next TVMA.
E.D: I hate surprises but by the look on Ross' face, it must be something good.
Promo: Indeed it must... Folks, it's time to take a break, but when we return it's going to be Giani DiLuca going one on one with Michael Barnes for the Empire State Championship! We'll see you in a few...
WOOOSH!
Stagg Party
[Jamie Staggs walks through the backstage corridors carrying a lead pipe in one hand, and a cheeseburger in the other. He is proudly wearing his Sin City Wrestling shirt, taking a bite out of his burger. He is approached by Candice Hoffman who puts a microphone up to her lips quickly.]
Candice: Hello fanboys and fangirls! I'm your sexy on the scene xZone Report Candice Hoffman. Today, I am standing with Jamie Staggs. Jamie…?
[Jamie stares at the woman in front of him, and then slowly chews on his burger more. His appreciative stare turns into a scowl as he opens his mouth, talking with his mouth full.]
Jamie: Uhhhm fuhhk'n ea-in here! *Gulp* Don't you Jersey skanks have any decoratium?
Candice: You mean decorum?
Jamie: No thanks, the gas hasn't started yet. Anyways, I'm looking for Giani, so if you see him, tell him to fight me face to face, kay?
[Jamie takes another bite of his burger, and then his lips curl into a smile as he chews. Candice looks over to her right, where Jamie is looking, and she sees the Fuhgeddaboudit cameras rolling up as the housemates minus Giani are walking by. They whisper and laugh. Jamie chucks the burger at one of them and it splats all over their fresh white shirt. There is talk as Jamie smacks the leap pipe against his palm, savoring his last bite.]
Ricky: Ey yo, you wanna come over here and try sumtin'?
Jamie: You bunch of pansies, traveling in a pack because none of you, not even your golden boy has what it takes to really beat me down. I can take a real ass kicking like a champ, so give it your all ladies and… ladies.
[Jamie points the lead pipe out toward them as Candice watches on silently with an almost excited expression on her face.]
Candice: OH MY GOD!
[CrUnCHHH!]
[Just then, Giani comes barreling in from the side, bashes Jamie into the wall, and then through the locker room double doors. His trainer, Teddy, hands him a broom and he slides it through the door handles, trapping Jamie inside. His muffled shouts come through as he bangs wildly on the door. Giani walks up to Candice and leans over the microphone.]
Giani: I ain't screwin' around tonight. I'm gonna walk out with at least one piece of gold tonight, bro. You feel me? I'm gonna fight Barnes one on one tonight, no fuckin' interference. Fair and square is how I roll. Once my match is over, let this douche out, got it?
[Giani says the last part to his posse as they gather around the door, taunting Jamie through the glass. They nod and Giani rips off his shirt, ready to go to the ring.]
Giani: It's time for all my hard work to pay off!
[Stunned at what just took place, Candice doesn't even bother to close the segment with her tag line.]
WOOOSH!
Empire State Championship
Giani DiLuca vs. Michael Barnes
"Everyday I'm Shuff... shuf-flin"
[A few cameras file through the curtains. "Party Rock Anthem" plays when Giani comes down to the ring, he supplies his own blast of pyros that rain down on him as he pauses for the cheers of the audience. He riles the crowd up as he fist pumps while jogging down to the ring. He jumps onto the ring apron and soaks in the audience reaction before climbing under the top rope. He bounces from the ropes, then runs over to the far turnbuckle and raises his fist high in the air for his camera crew. He leaps down and jogs in place.]
Stuffher: This next bout is for the Empire State Championship!
Crowd: [POP!]
Stuffher: Already in the ring, this is the challenger Giani Di Luca!
Giani DiLuca: [FUGGIT-ABOUT-IT!]
Crowd: [WOOO!]
Stuffher: And his opponent... Coming down the isle, this is the Empire State Champion, Michael Barnes!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: As Barnes comes down the isle let's talk about strategy shall we?
E.D: I think Giani will do everything he can to try to stand up to Barnes. From what he told me earlier, his intentions are to put on a great show for the audience by matching hold for hold, and he will only showboat a bit, because he is bothered by the words of Barnes and how their last match went down.
Promo: So we're talking about a completely different mindset?
E.D: I wouldn't go that far but Giani isn't about wanting to put on a good show this time around. He draws energy from the crowd, but in his mind, he is willing to be more ruthless and use his speed to psyche out Barnes as much as possible.
Promo: Upset about his two losses, and what happened with Jamie Staggs, he wants nothing more than to get the gold and it's time to find out if the man from New Jersey is going to be able to do just that.
Referee: Ring the bell!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: It's our first title bout of the night and here we GO!
[Giani and Barnes stand in the middle of the ring, staring each other down until Giani stops and looks around for a minute, taking a deep breath before both men tie up in a battle of power. The slightly more aggressive Giani starts off strong, powering Barnes toward the corner, but a knee to his stomach shifts the power back into Barnes' favor. He then wraps his arm around Giani's neck, steadying him for a snap suplex, but Giani jabs fierce fists into Barnes' side, and they return to a tie up. Giani butts the crown of his head directly between Barnes' eyes and then he shifts a barrage of repeated, alternating knees into Barnes, getting him down to one knee. Giani hits him with a hard right hook, and Barnes comes back with a jab to the stomach but DiLuca sucks it up and tosses Barnes across the ring. As he comes back, Di Luca plants a big boot to Barnes' face, nearly taking his head off before letting out a primal scream.]
Giani: GET UP!!!
Crowd: [POP!]
[In an excellent display of showmanship, Giani flings Barnes toward the ropes, only this time; Barnes counters it, sending him the other way, until Giani reverses it yet again. As Barnes comes back, Giani goes for a rough hip toss, but Barnes smacks him across the back of the head.]
[BOOM!]
[While Giani is stunned, Barnes reverses the momentum for a hip toss of his own but Giani stalls it by planting his feet firmly on the ground. From there, he hits a series of fast and furious jabs to Barnes' stomach and face. He stops and bounces off of the nearby ropes, onto to have Barnes lift him up into a tilt-a-whirl slam. This time, though, Giani wraps his legs around Barnes' neck, and takes him down with a head scissors.]
Promo: Sloppy on the execution, but still impressive for his stature, nonetheless.
E.D: I agree, the kid is unquestionably leaving it all in the ring.
[Giani whips Barnes into the ropes, and he runs into the opposing ropes for a clothesline, which Barnes ducks, and catches Giani with a hard jab to the ribs. Using his MMA background, Barnes is quick to land a hard elbow to Giani's back, then another to the back of his head, sending him crashing down to the mat. He goes for a leg drop on Giani's back, but Giani rolls out of the way, and pulls himself to his feet.]
Promo: DiLuca is really bringing it to the champ!
E.D: I don't believe I'm going to say this but Barnes is having a great deal of trouble right now.
[As Michael attempts to do the same, Giani grabs onto his hair, and begins laying in punches.]
Crowd: 1.2.3!
[The fans cheer as he connects with two, but on his third attempt, Barnes grabs his fist. He swings his legs around and brings Giani down in a Triangle Choke Hold. He wrenches Giani's neck, causing him to gasp for breath. He fights to back out of it, but Barnes has to steady a hold on him to let go. Giani leans forward, picking himself up as far as he can. This causes Barnes to wrench even tighter. In a desperate attempt, Giani reaches as far under Barnes as he can, cradling his dead weight, and he lifts him up into position for a sitting power bomb, which comes crashing down, breaking the hold as both men lay there, stunned.]
Promo: This is probably one of the best back and forth exchanges I have seen in a long time.
E.D: Neither wrestler is disappointing me right now.
[Giani continues the onslaught with a series of hip tosses and a big drop kick that sends Barnes out of the ring much to the delight of the crowd. Flipping onto his back and holding his neck in pain, Barnes grabs the title from the announcer's table and heads up the ramp.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Clearly Barnes has found a way to retain his title tonight.
E.D: Not if Giani can help it!
[Giani bails out and hits a series of forearms sending Michael back in the ring.]
Giani: [Looking into the crowd] FUGGETABBOUT-IT!
E.D: Look out!
Promo: Barnes with a big spin kick catches Giani in the head and just like that, the champion is on the offensive.
E.D: Giani with a rake to the eyes that stops Barnes dead in his tracks and rolling onto the apron, Barnes is once again in trouble.
[Clapping his hands and getting the crowd into the match, Giani connects with a running knee that sends Barnes off the ring apron and into the steel barricade.]
[CLANG!]
Promo: That has to hurt!
[Giani tosses Barnes back under the ropes and catches him with a big elbow.]
[BOOM!]
Crowd: Barnes sucks! Barnes sucks! Barnes sucks!
[Feeling the support, Giani catches Barnes with an elbow off the second rope resulting in a quick count.]
Referee: 1... 2...
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: No! The champion kicks out and this one's going to continue.
E.D: That cover just shows you how long DiLuca is from actually hurting Barnes enough to win this championship.
[Now back on his feet, Barnes unloads with a dropkick sending Giani to the outside with a splat!]
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Showing why he's one of the best in the business, Barnes then entertains the crowd with his springboard moonsault off the apron taking out Giani at the end of the entrance ramp.]
Crowd: [OOO!]
Promo: Like him or hate him, Michael Barnes is starting to gain some momentum here!
E.D: I told you this DiLuca guy was a joke.
[Standing up, Barnes spits in the direction of Giani and after a nasty ass power slam on the floor, calls for another moonsault.]
Promo: DiLuca better watch out!
[Giani dodges a moonsault from Barnes and follows it up with a running clothesline of his own sending Barnes head over heels.]
Crowd: This is awesome [clap-clap-clapclapclap] This is awesome [clap-clap-clapclapclap] This is awesome [clap-clap-clapclapclap]
Promo: Barnes goes low and that will have DiLuca singing Soprano for a while.
[Slapping Giani in the face, Barnes tosses the challenger back into the ring, crotches him up on the top turnbuckle, and delights the crowd with a top rope huricanrana.]
E.D: YES!!!
Promo: Barnes with a press!
Referee: 1... 2...
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: Barnes gets a close two count and this one's going to continue.
[Arguing with the referee, Barnes allows Giani to catch him with a rollup attempt.]
Referee: 1... 2...
Crowd: THREE!!!
E.D: Barnes kicks out at two and this one isn't over by a long shot.
Promo: The kid is pouring it on but something tells me Barnes could be looking at his first loss of the night.
E.D: No chance in hell.
[DiLuca with a DDT and raking the eyes, he hits his finisher!]
Promo: NO WAY!
Referee: One! Two!!
E.D: DiLuca has a hand full of tights!!!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: I don't believe it, Giani DiLuca wins!
Referee: Ring the bell!
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the bout and new Empire State Champion - Giani DiLuca!
Promo: Giani takes the title and running around the ring like a madman, the kid from Jersey just got his first taste of BACW gold!
E.D: I can understand why he's so happy but in here in BACW, it's not if you win, it's how long you hold the belt.
[Rolling from the ring and kissing his newly won gold, DiLuca has some choice words for Jamie Staggs who's still locked away in the back.]
Promo: As Michael Barnes gives chase, and the ring is cleared, it's time to prepare for our World Hardcore championship match. But before we continue with the introductions, let me take the time to plug the return of The King of the Dead Match Tournament that will be sponsored by BACW to crown a number one world hardcore contender here in the NWA. The tournament will be open to all members of the National Wrestling Alliance, and Mr. Batee is hoping to attract the toughest wrestler from around the globe to participate. With that said, it's time to head into the ring for our next bout.
NWA World Hardcore Championship
Kai Kennedy ( c ) vs. Magnum Randell
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Extreme fiends! This next bout is scheduled as an anything goes match and will be for the NWA World Hardcore Championship!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Stuffher: Excuse me folks, I have just been handed this piece of paper that states, this bout will now be held under table rules!
Crowd: [Bigger POP!]
Stuffher: This means the first wrestler to put his opponent through a table will be called the winner.
Promo: Well Mr. Batee has ordered this match to be held under table rules and that certainly has to favor the champion.
E.D: Paul, all I have to say is this is Grinder and if it's not living up to it's potential then Mr. Batee needs to make sure it does.
Promo: By pumping up the violence?
E.D: Exactly!
Stuffher: Introducing first...
[The lights begin to flicker as the beginning of Superstar by Saliva begins to play. The Oval-Tron shows a beating red heart. The lights in the arena begin to turn red and pulse to the rhythm of a beating heart. As soon as the guitar rift begins pyrotechnics shoot from the ramp and the former NWA World Heavyweight Champion appears at the top of the ramp jogging in place. The crowd pops and he runs down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope.]
Stuffer: Ladies and gentlemen! Now coming to the ring, he hails from Detroooooooooooit, Miiiiiiiiiiiiichigan! He stands at six foot one inch and weighed in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, he is the "Heartthrob" MAAAAAAAAAAGNUM RAAAAAAAAANDELL!
[Magnum makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with everybody on right side of the ramp as he gets closer to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He raises his hands into the air and the crowd gives him a pop.]
Stuffher: And his opponent...
[The metal cover of "One Winged Angel" by The Black Mages blasts through the audience as Kai Kennedy rips through the BACW curtain. He hurtles down the aisle in a pair of flexible wrestling jeans, with size 16 wrestling boots on his massive feet.]
Promo: Kennedy leaps into the ring shedding the title and this one's underway!
Referee: Ring the bell!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[Using the element of surprise, Kennedy quickly knees Magnum Randell in the midsection, and Kai beats him down in the corner getting off to a tremendous start. Randell quickly comes back with some viciously clubs, and using his ring-manship, bounces Kennedy's head off the turnbuckle.]
Promo: Kai slugs back, but has his whip reversed.
E.D: What an awesome back and forth exchange!!
[Gritting his teeth, Kennedy kicks Magnum in the face, and Randell quickly throws him over the top rope!]
[THUD!]
Promo: Magnum follows him outside, and Kennedy drives him back first into the apron.
Crowd: Tables! Tables! Tables!
E.D: Kennedy motions to the crowd that he's ready to oblige!
[Pulling the table from under the ring, Kennedy smiles but Magnum takes him down as he's attempting to set it up.]
Promo: Get your drink Eric!
E.D: MY BEER!
[Taking Kai by the head, Randell bounces him off the commentary table, and he sets the folding table up as the champion tries to recover. Yanking Kai up by his hair, Randell goes to power slam him through the table, but Kennedy slides off and sends the challenger into the ring post.]
[THUNK!]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: Kennedy rolls the challenger back into the ring, and looking to wear him down, begins to choke him on the ropes.
E.D: The champion will not be denied!
[Kennedy lands vicious big boots his opponent in the corner, and looking to whip Magnum into the table, Randell is able to avoid the move. Kennedy counters with a clothesline and clubs away at Randell!]
Promo: Kai goes to suplex Magnum from the ring to the table on the outside but Magnum Randell quickly counters again and puts a beating on Kennedy's chest with massive chops!
[CHOP!]
Crowd: WOOOO!
E.D: Man that has to sting!
[CHOP!]
Crowd: WOOOO!
[CHOP!]
Crowd: WOOOO!
[CHOP!]
Crowd: WOOOO!
Promo: Magnum goes into the ropes and pounds him off, but the force sends Kennedy over the table.
E.D: Doesn't get much closer than that!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
[Taking a crutch from the ringside area, Magnum beats Kai around ringside and eventually throws him back into the ring. Holding up what's left of the crutch Magnum yells...]
Magnum Randell: BAC-FN-Dubya!!!
Crowd: [Mega POP!]
Promo: Randell grabs a table to bring into the ring, and Kennedy dropkicks it in his face stopping him dead in his tracks.
E.D: Kennedy completely pulls the table into the ring, and he rolls Magnum Randell back in looking to end the match.
Promo: Pulling out the legs, Kennedy sets the table up, and puts Randell over his shoulders and this could be it!
E.D: NO!
Promo: Magnum Randell counters with a roll up and quickly pops up!
[With welts rising on his chest, Magnum takes Kennedy out with a coupe of hammer clubs to the face. Randell then power slams Kai down onto the logo, and looks at the table much to the delight of the crowd.]
Randell: TABLES!!!!!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Pulling back the brackets to lock the leg, Magnum sets up Kai, and goes to the top rope.
E.D: This could be the end!
[Kennedy quickly gets off the table, and he cuts Magnum Randell off before he can secure the win. They fight it out, and Kennedy goes to the second rope with Magnum Randell finally punching him down!]
Crowd: Mag-num! Mag-num! Mag-num!
Promo: The champion quickly throws the table out of the way as the challenger catches him with the Eat Defeat!
E.D: Kai Kennedy is in serious trouble!!!
[With the champion stunned, Magnum then sets the table up in the center of the ring, and then sets Kennedy up for the Five Star Frog Splash through the table! Running his finger across his throat, Magnum scales the turnbuckle, leaps into the air, and...]
[CRAAASH!]
Promo: AAAAAH!!!!!!!!
E.D: Kennedy rolls out of the way and Magnum Randell goes through the table hitting the canvas with a sick sadistic THUD!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Promo: I don't believe it! The champion has retained!!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
E.D: This guy's like a cat with nine lives.
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Your winner of the match, and still NWA World Hardcore Champion – Kai Kennedy!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Kennedy and Randall are still both down and... It looks like Darkstar found RJ Harris!!
E.D: Oh man do they looked pissed or what?
[Storming the ring a bleached RJ Harris and Jonathan Darkstar come out of the crowd with their bats in hand. Darkstar grabs Randall and roll him out of the ring while Harris stands over Kennedy before slamming the bat into Kai's ribs!]
Promo: Harris hammers away on Kennedy over and over again and I have to ask, where is BACW's security team?
E.D: This white headed freak is calling for a microphone.
[Snatching the mouth piece from the timekeeper, RJ begins to scream...]
Harris: Well Kennedy, I don't see any of your friends coming down to help you. You're not so tough when you are the one getting jump are you. Hey Darkstar get a chair and let's spike this piece of gutter trash and break his neck.
[Darkstar rolls out and gets a chair from under the ring and putting in down, picks up Kennedy and tombstones the fuck out of him onto the chair.]
[CRuNcH!]
Promo: Harris motions to do it again and someone really needs to get out here and help Kennedy.
Harris: Finish him!
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Darkstar picks up Kennedy and gets ready to tombstone him for a second time when Jack Kraven's music hits! Seeing the world champion part the curtains followed by Matt McClain, Harris and Darkstar drop Kai and roll out of the ring as the two BACW members motion for the EMT's.]
Promo: WCCW has come into BACW's home on our biggest night embarrassed us! This is unheard of!
E.D: Rest assured Paul, this attack on Kai Kennedy will not go unanswered.
Promo: Damn them!
[After a brief pause, Kai is taken into the back and our show continues...]
Promo: Let's go to the ring.
BACW Heavyweight Title Match
Michael Barnes vs. Ulfric
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Michael Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the BACW Heavyweight Championship!
Crowd: [POP!]
Stuffher: Entering the ring, this is the legendary Ulfric!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Ulfric is just one of those guys that you just never want to see retire.
E.D: Brutal and vicious, everytime this nut job gets into the ring, you know you're in for a treat.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: An coming down the isle, he is the reigning BACW Heavyweight champion! Ladies and gentlemen, Michael Barnes!
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Jogging down the isle and ignoring the fans, Barnes climbs the stairs, gets into the ring, sheds his title, and demands for the referee to start the match.]
Referee: [Looks at Ulfric] You ready? [Looks at Barnes] You ready?
Promo: The time for talking has come to an end...
Referee: Let's do this God damn thing! Ring the bell!!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: And here we GO!
[Barnes runs out of his corner and starts trading shots with Ulfric dead center in the middle of the ring as the crowd goes completely ape-shat!]
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
E.D: These two are kicking the hell out of each other and the match just began!
[PUNCH!]
Crowd: [BARNES!]
[PUNCH!]
Crowd: [RICK!]
[PUNCH!]
Crowd: [BARNES!]
[PUNCH!]
Crowd: [RICK!]
Promo: The crowd is clearly split!
[Ulfric cuts Barnes off with a knee to the gut and then he hits the ropes but eats a throat snapping clothesline from Barnes. Pulling the champion to his feet, Rick shoves Barnes into the corner, backs up, charges but Barnes gets his boot up.]
Crowd: [NO!]
Promo: Ulfric catches the foot and then nails Barnes with a jaw cracking uppercut followed by a series of old school taped right hands.]
Barnes: UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!
[Ulfric then nails Barnes with the repeated back elbows to the face followed by a series of forehead splitting head butts. Sinking his teeth into the forehead of the champion, Ulfric viciously puts the boots to Barnes in the corner and then he sets up for his finisher but Barnes quickly counters.]
Promo: Boy that Barnes is a crafty one!
E.D: That's why he's been the champion for so long.
Promo: But for how long is the question? He already lost one of his belts tonight and the way things are looking, he might not even get out of Grinder with any gold.
Crowd: RICK! RICK! RICK!
E.D: Ulfric is looking into the crowd and he better keep his good eye on Mike Barnes.
Promo: Very funny.
[Shaking off the bite marks, Barnes attacks Ulfric from behind and lays into him with a killer pair of MMA style right hands. Barnes then takes Rick to the ground and applies a brutal choke but Ulfric uses the ropes to break the hold.]
Referee: Break the hold! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
[As Ulfric gasps for air, Barnes goes for a corner splash but Ulfric nails him with an eyebrow cracking spinning elbow that sends shivers down the spines of each and every fan.]
Promo: Barnes is cut!
E.D: This isn't good for the champion even if he manages to win this match. If he's bleeding, he can't enter the Grinder!!!
[A charged up Ulfric comes out of the corner but eats a desperation clothesline from Barnes and stumbling to his feet, Barnes spits on the challenger's chest. Bending over and looking to end it all, Barnes chokes Ulfric on the mat with both hands and then chokes him on the ropes with his boot as the referee looks on.]
Referee: Stop choking him! ONE... TWO... THREE!!!
Promo: Releasing the hold, Barnes argues with the referee allowing Ulfric to hit him from behind with a ball busting low blow.
Crowd: [BOO!]
E.D: That move never gets old.
[Now down on both needs, Barnes picks Ulfric up and hits the ropes but on the rebound eating a discus clothesline counter from out of no where!]
Crowd: [DAMN!]
Promo: Barnes follows up with a second corner splash, whips the challenger into the opposite corner, and nails him with a fourth running splash.
[Falling face first in Ric Flair like fashion, Ulfric is down much to the horror of the fans.]
E.D: Looks like the old man is finally running out of steam!
Promo: I don't think you will ever see Ulfric run out of steam.
[Feeling the end coming near, Barnes goes for a decapitating clothesline but Ulfric catches him by the throat. The challenger goes for a choke slam but Barnes blocks it with back elbows to the side of the head and then he ducks a clothesline and hits a German suplex in the dead center of the ring!]
Promo: The referee is in position!
Referee: ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! It's over! Ring the bell!
E.D: And Michael Barnes has defended his BACW Heavyweight championship, I don't believe it!
Promo: I'm a bit shocked too.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[Falling back into a neutral corner, Barnes calls for the referee to hand him his belt as the official announcement is made...]
Stuffher: Your winner of the bout, and NEW BACW Heavyweight Champion - Ulfric!
[Wide eye and shocked, the referee rips the belt out of Mike's hands and gives it to a surprised Ulfric.]
Barnes: WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!
Promo: I don't know what just happened but...
E.D: But nothing, Michael Barnes has just been screwed here on live television!!
Promo: I don't know what's going on but let's take another look at the end of this match in an attempt to piece together what the referee saw...
[As the Ovaltron replays the end with Barnes still screaming in the ring, you can see Ulfric lift his shoulder off the canvas as Barnes fails to bridge.]
Promo: I'm shocked, stunned, and quite frankly at a loss for words.
E.D: I am too but unfortunately there's nothing anyone can do about it now.
Promo: Security has hit the ring to protect the referee in charge and folks it's time to take a break. But when we return, it's going to be Jack Kraven defending his NWA World Heavyweight championship against Kurt Chavez - We'll see you in a few.
[Inside the ring, Barnes continues to go after the referee as the scene fades...]
WOOOSH!
Interview with Candice Hoffman: Jack Kraven
Candice Hoffman: I'm your sexy one the scene xZone reporter Candice Hoffman and I've got NWA World Champion Jack Kraven here for a few words before his showdown with "The Instant Addiction" Kurt Chavez. Jack, how are you feeling going into tonight's match?
Jack Kraven: I'm feeling better than I have in a long, long time, Candice. Truthfully I've never been stronger, more confident heading into a title defense.
Candice Hoffman: You've been outspoken on Kurt Chavez's medical condition, how do you see that factoring in?
Kraven: Listen, Kurt Chavez is sick. Real sick. And I don't mean to sound insensitive, but that ain't my [CENSORED] fault, Candy. Jack Kraven didn't give Kurt Chavez a tumor. It wasn't me, it wasn't Santa Claus, and it wasn't the Easter bunny. There really isn't anybody to blame in these types of deal. It simply is what it is. Yeah, he's terminally ill, he's an insane competitor, but he's also a grown man. He knows what he's getting himself into. And I will NOT be held responsible for whatever happens to the man if he decides to go through with this.
Candice Hoffman: Do you agree with Kurt deciding to compete tonight?
Kraven: Absolutely not. But like I said, it's his choice. Not mine. My job isn't to take his temperature and give him sponge baths. My job is to bury him. I mean…like, not literally. Somebody else will do that, I imagine.
[Awkward silence.]
Candice Hoffman: OKIE DOKIE THEN! On that note, I'm your sexy backstage reporter Candice Hoffman and if you're not holding back anything you say, then you definitely belong on my show, back to you Promo!
WOOOSH!
NWA World Heavyweight Championship
Jack Kraven ( c ) vs. Kurt Chavez
Promo: Thank you very much Candice Hoffman our roving xZone reporter! Well, at least he didn't sexually harass her this time...
E.D: Her ass meant nothing to him.
[Ignoring Eric...]
Promo: Let's go to the ring for our Co-Main Event.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Michael Stuffher: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the NWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
Crowd: [HUGE POP!]
Michael Stuffher: Introducing first, the challenger...
[The guitar riff from "For Whom the Bell Tolls" blasts over the sound system and the fans react in such a way that is typical of New York fans that have been abandoned by one of their own. A deafening chorus of boos. Signs litter the audience, ranging from "The tumor is taking too long" to "Do your f*ing job, Jack!". Chavez walks out from behind the curtain wearing a dark robe and makes it out to the front part of the stage, soaking in all the jeers. He holds his hands out, inviting them to get louder.]
E.D: What is he doing? Trying to entice a riot?
[Kurt holds his finger up, then drops the robe revealing his LA Lakers inspired attire, which of course only causes the crowd to react even stronger. His tights are gold and purple, and he is donning an oversized Kobe Bryant jersey to complete the look. He starts to walk down the ring and of course he take the time to antagonize a few fans. He gets into a shouting match with a die hard Jack Kraven supporter, and ends up flipping the guy off.]
Promo: Wow. This guy is insane.
Stuffher: Hailing from Los Angeles, California...
Crowd: [BOO!]
Stuffher: KUUUURT...CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVEEEEZ!!!
[Kurt slides into the ring and walks over to the turnbuckles and checks for safety, cause we all know that safety is the most important part of Kurt Chavez's life. He takes his Kobe jersey off and throws it to the ring announcer. Surprisingly, the crowd is still very fired up. Chavez winces as he laughs about it while trying to hear what the ring announcer is yelling at him. Kurt looks toward the entrance and awaits the world heavyweight champion.]
Promo: This has been touted as what could be Kurt Chavez's last match.
E.D: Last match or not, if this dead man walking walks away with the NWA championship, he might as well take this entire alliance to the grave with him.
Promo: Well that's your opinion of him...
[Just then a fan screams for everyone at home to hear...]
Fan: DIE ALREADY YOU BUM!!!
[And Chavez responds...]
Kurt Chavez: Hey suck my dick!
Crowd: [Becomes even more hostile.]
E.D: Obviously I'm not the only who thinks that way Paul.
Promo: Minus the antics in the ring, do you remember how this feud started?
E.D: I certainly do! This match has been building for months. Kraven knew that eventually he would have to face Chavez and the time is finally here. Unfortunately for Chavez, he has a brain tumor that is preventing him from living much longer. He has decided to skip the treatment in order to compete for the championship, a move that has been highly panned throughout the media. Kraven and Chavez have somewhat of a respect for each other, nothing that would prevent them from going all out in this match.
Promo: Even in the shape he's in, what kind of strategy should Kurt have going into tonight's match?
E.D: The last match against Kennedy a few weeks ago beat Kurt up pretty good. This time I want to see him get more aggressive.
Promo: So forget about being sick for the next Sixty minutes?
E.D: Exactly! He needs to be crappier...
Promo: Bottom-line this one for me.
E.D: Chavez, despite his enormous ego, will eventually give up on himself. He has taken so much punishment from the media and his family that he finally gives in and quit.
Promo: Kraven to retain?
E.D: No doubt in my mind.
PA: CHILL!
Promo: I'm not even going to comment on what's going on right now between the fans and Kurt Chavez but I know a person who will... and here he comes!
["Down" by 311's opening riff hits the speakers, provoking the typical mixed reaction from the BACW fans. Half the audience cheers, almost equally as many scream angrily, but everybody makes noise.]
[BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!]
[The blue and white pyros erupt as the NWA World Champion steps out onto the ramp.]
Michael Stuffher: Making his way down the aisle hailing from Manhattan, New York, by way of DETRTOIIIIIIIT, MICHIGAN, he is the self-proclaimed CORNERSTONE of the BACW, representing GENESIS, he stands at six feet six inches, and is the reigning, DEFENDING, NWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD, "BIG DADDY" JACK KRRRRRRRRAAAAVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Crowd: [BIG PRO-BACW POP!]
Promo: This music is pumping and this crowd is LOUD. I tell you what, love him or hate him, when Jack Kraven steps through those curtains the people react, and that's what this business is all about. We're about to see two forces of the wrestling world collide and one has to ask, in light of Kurt Chavez's illness, and Jack Kraven's family problems, is this the last time we could see either one of these two legendary competitors in a BACW ring?
Crowd: Jack! Jack! Jack!
Promo: We took the time to talk about the challenger, what about the champion?
E.D: Jack is just now coming through the end of a month long struggle with finding the proper balance between his professional and personal lives. The apex of that struggle presented itself in Jack publicly stating he was considering quitting the business in order to be more involved in his new child's upbringing. According to the reports, Jack attended a psychological assessment, forced on him by management, to determine whether he was mentally fit to continue as champion. After a lengthy evaluation, it was determined that Jack was in fact fit to continue wrestling, and Jack found a renewed sense of gratitude for the position he holds as World Champion, and has fully committed himself to carrying the title as long as his talent will take him.
Promo: How do you think Jack will handle wrestling someone in Kurt's condition?
E.D: While Jack has made up his mind on where his priorities are, he still has to deal with the uncomfortable position of having to wrestle a terminally ill competitor. Jack has openly expressed that he feels somewhat guilty about being tasked with physically harming, and in a very real sense expediting the death of, a competitor he ultimately has a great deal of respect for. Jack's made it clear he understands what his job is, and he intends to do it, but he's not totally insensitive to the delicate nature of this particular match, given Kurt Chavez's medical circumstances.
Promo: Before the referee calls for the bell what do you think Kraven should do?
E.D: Jack needs to go full bore.
Promo: Wait a minute folks because as you can see, a second has come down to the ring from the back and is now talking with the referee.
E.D: I don't know what this is about but ring announcer Michael Stuffher is being summoned back through the ropes.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Batee has just announced that this next match is going to be held under chairs are legal rules! This means there is no disqualification for using a chair in any manner!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: This certainly makes things interesting.
E.D: Especially since Kurt Chavez's head is about as fragile as a 10 year old used rubber.
Promo: Well I'll say it again; Mr. Batee is raising the stakes here tonight in an attempt to make this year's Grinder one of the most exciting events of all time.
E.D: Lots of surprises and if you ask me, which you didn't...
Promo: [Rolls eyes]
E.D: This new stipulation just might be the end of Kurt Chavez.
[Inside the ring, the referee looks at both men and says...]
Referee: You have your instructions, so let's get it on!
[Locking up in the center of the ring, Kraven immediately uses his size by pushing Chavez into the corner. Rake of the eyes and going up top, Kraven locks on a big takedown into a headlock.]
Promo: How long do you think it will be before someone uses a chair and all hell breaks loose?
E.D: As soon as one of these guys gets the chance.
[Off the ropes, Kraven connects with a shoulder block and Chavez bails from ring looking to slow down the action. Not wanting to allow the challenger to recover, Jack goes after him and they grapple around the ringside area with Chavez gaining the advantage.]
Promo: Hard boot to the mid-section and Chavez drops Kraven with a big right hand.
E.D: Chavez has a steel chair!
Crowd: [POP!]
[Reaching back into the stratosphere of extreme, Kurt misses the chair shot on Kraven hitting the announce table with force.]
[CRAAAACK!]
E.D: OH MY GOD! YOU HIT MY HAND!! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! YOU FUCKING FUCKING ASSHOLE!!
Promo: I don't know what to...
E.D: How the hell am I going to play with myself now?
Promo: Look out!!
[WHACK!]
[Another miss by Chavez hits the steel ring post and Kraven is on the run.]
[BOOM!]
[A third miss finds Chavez hitting the steel ring steps and Kraven has had enough. Bailing from harms way, Jack grabs a chair and is back in the ring with Chavez in hot pursuit.]
Promo: They both have chairs!!!
E.D: I think it's broken.
Promo: One of the chairs?
E.D: No my hand you mental midget!!!
[Swinging at the same time, both wrestlers connect and the chairs vibrated to the canvas. Seeing an opportunity, Kraven charges in with big shots and taking the lead, Jack sets up a chair and executes a running bulldog over it on Chavez.]
[CRUNCH!]
Crowd: [DAMN!]
[Kurt's head bounces off the steel like a dollar store super ball and shaking in place, the referee peers in to see if he's even conscious.]
Promo: Jack is looking down on a groggy Chavez and this can't be good.
E.D: Is purple a bad color for human skin?
[Kraven grabs one of the abandoned chairs, but just as he's about to swing, Chavez uses the referee as a shield to dodge a shot. Throwing the referee at Jack, Kurt is able to mount an attack with big right hands to Kraven's jaw line. Body slam into a rolling knee and even though he's injured, Chavez continues to pour on the offense.]
Promo: Chavez with stiff jabs and I don't believe it, he just dropped the champion like a sack of dirt.
E.D: I think I need medical attention.
[Holding his face in pain, Kraven bails to the outside and Chavez chases him down with one of the discarded steel chairs left inside the ring. Finally catching up to his prey, Kurt cracks the steel over the champions back on the entrance ramp with authority.]
Promo: What's happening now?
E.D: Well, I think I lost all feeling in my hand and...
Promo: I'm talking about with Kurt Chavez!
[Needing to slow the bigger champion down, Chavez grabs the top part of the steel ring steps and heads up the ramp towards a recovering Kraven. Lifting the piece above his head, Kurt drops it, grabs a chair and cracks it over the back of Kraven who screams out in pain.]
Jack Kraven: FUUUCK!!!
Promo: Chavez backs up and he's charging in with a full head of steam on the ramp!
E.D: Kraven counters!
[Powering Kurt over his head, Kraven unloads with a high back body drop on Chavez that sends him off the ramp and into a free fall.]
[CRASSH!!]
Promo: AAAHHH!!!!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
E.D: Ten feet to the bare floor goes Kurt Chavez and suddenly my hand feels much better than Chavez must feel right now.
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
[Kraven briefly disappears and then reappears with a wheel chair from backstage. Throwing it off the edge onto Kurt and then climbing down, the champion puts Kurt in it, slaps him in the face, and then rolls him right into the broken steel ring steps that Chavez broken earlier.]
Promo: Chavez is reaching into tights!
E.D: He really needs to do that stuff in private.
[CRACK!]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: Brass Knuckles to the face and folks I think it's safe to say, this match has turned into an anything goes brawl!
E.D: Obviously the referee has been told most likely by Mr. Batee to let it go.
[With Kraven down, Chavez locks a steel chair around the head of the champion and sends him face first into the still broken steel steps. Immediately in a world of hurt, Kraven grabs his throat as Chavez tosses him back in the ring trying to capitalize with a choke. Looking to cut off his airway again, Kurt puts the chair over Kraven's throat and sits on it pinning the champ to the canvas in a brutal fashion.]
Crowd: Let's go Kraven! Let's go Kurt! Let's go Kraven! Let's go Kurt! Let's go Kraven! Let's go Kurt!
Promo: Kraven fights out of it, and replies with right hands and a flying shoulder block.
E.D: The champion is hulking up just like my hand!
[Irish whip off the ropes and Kraven attempts a second flying shoulder block, but Chavez catches him with flying forearm knocking the champion through the ropes. Wobbling to his feet and rolling back in under the ropes, Kraven is back in the squared circle and Chavez pushes him backwards tying his arms up in the ropes.]
Promo: Chavez then grabs a steel chair as Kraven can do nothing but dangle there helpless.
E.D: I know just how that poor bastard feels.
Promo: You do?
E.D: Nam was hell!
[Pulling the steel back as far as it goes, Chavez connects with a shot to the gut of Kraven and the champion spits up a glob of blood. Now onto the apron, Kurt leaves the ring and cracks the chair across the back of Kraven who now lets out a painful scream.]
Kraven: AAAARGH!!!
[The challenger feels the end is near and charging in, Jack catches Chavez with a kick and then fights out of the ropes.]
Crowd: [POP!]
[Pulling in his own hair and getting energy from the crowd, Kraven plants Chavez into the logo with his twisting power bomb and then follows with the vertical power fist. Kraven goes for the Jack Attack Full Nelson finisher, but Kurt counters into a swinging side slam.]
Crowd: [WOW!]
Promo: Chavez hooks the leg!
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: We have a new champion!!
E.D: NO!
Promo: Kraven barely kicks out after two and this one's going to continue.
Referee: TWO!!
Promo: Chavez cannot believe he was so close and with both men exhausted and now on their feet, Kraven gets Chavez down attempting another full nelson, but Chavez slides out of it for a second time and flees into the corner where a chair was setup.
E.D: Think if they cut off my hand would I look good with a hook?
[As Kraven closes in, Chavez drives a boot into the champion's midsection and clamping down hard, hits a killer DDT that crosses Kraven's eyes.]
Promo: Chavez hooks the leg again looking for the win!
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
E.D: Do we have a new champion?
Promo: Not unless two ends the match!
Referee: Kick out continue wrestling!!!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Kraven kicks out barely after two.
[Pounding the canvas, Kurt body slams Kraven and grabs a chair.]
Promo: He's pointing to the top turnbuckle!
E.D: This could be it as the champion is clearly still stunned.
[Now up on the top ropes, Kurt peers down with his life slipping away from him and jumps...]
Crowd: [OOOOOOOO!]
[CRUNCH!]
E.D: Kraven moves and Chavez makes contact with his own ribs on the chair as he came flying off the top rope.
Promo: Jack stumbles up with the aid of the turnbuckle and grabs the chair!
E.D: This can't be good!!
Promo: Here comes the paaaain!
[THUD!!!!!]
Crowd: [OH!]
[CRACK!!!]
Crowd: [DAMN!]
Promo: Kraven buries the steel chair into the gut of Chavez and then cracks it over the back with force!
E.D: With the mangled chair falling to pieces in his hands, the champion smiles as Chavez falls to all fours.
[Peering into the crowd Jack yells...]
Jack Kraven: This shits over!
Crowd: [A mix of boos and cheers!]
Promo: He's calling for his old finisher!
E.D: The leg drop from the top?
Promo: I think that's what he said but this time he's taking a steel chair with him!
[Scaling the ropes, the massive Kraven goes up top with a steel chair and leaping off without hesitation, connects with an extreme leg drop to the head of Chavez. Kurt's head begins to gush with blood and shaking in place, the crowd is sent into a frenzy.]
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
E.D: Now that fucker knows how it feels!!
Promo: The champion refuses to go for the win and this could be a BIG mistake.
[Not going to pin fall, Jack sets up the chair and grabs two more at ringside but Kraven isn't done and is now throwing even more chairs in the combat zone.]
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: The crowd has completely become unglued!
E.D: They don't care who wins just as long as there is violence!
[With hate in his eyes, the champion sets up six chairs facing each other down a line.]
Promo: Kraven locks in the full nelson and I think Kurt's time in the sun has ended.
[As Chavez fades, Kraven lifts him up into the air, and unleashes the Jack Attack Slam dumping Chavez through all six chairs. The explosion of metal goes off like a grenade and quivering in place, Kraven finally covers Chavez.]
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Referee: One!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Referee: TWO!!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Referee: THREE!!! Ring the bell, this one's over!
Promo: Jack Kraven has done it! He's done it! He has defeated Kurt Chavez and for that man right there this could be the last time you EVER see him inside a professional wrestling ring again.
E.D: Kurt Chavez will forever go down in history as the Little Engine that just couldn't and even though I hate his guts, I have to say, he's one of the most entertaining wrestlers on the face of this planet.
Crowd: Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore!
Promo: The crowd is still going crazy as Kurt can do nothing but pretty much just lie there on the mat, staring at the lights.
Crowd: Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore!
E.D: I think it's pathetic to know that he just came THAT close to winning the biggest match of his career only to fall short.
Crowd: Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore! Kurt's hardcore!
Promo: As the medical staff checks on him, it's clear that Chavez is refusing to be helped.
[Rolling from the ring as Kraven continues to celebrate inside the ropes, Chavez exits his last match with his head slung extremely low. As the fanfare dies down we watch the BACW staff frantically work to set up the cage for our main event.]
*Run Promo for King of the Death Match Tournament*
Promo: Folks, we are just about ready for the match everyone has been waiting for tonight BACW's GRINDER!!!
E.D: What is this?
[The oval-tron starts flashing WCCW as "South Texas Deathride" by Union Underground hits the arena faintly. Jeremy King walks out wearing a trench coat and cowboy hat holding a microphone with a cord trailing behind it, he turns and points to the entrance way as the sound of an engine revving up can be heard.]
E.D: What the hell is he doing here?
[A Jeep drives out to the top of the ramp way with RJ Harris behind the wheel. Mike and Pete Turner stand in the back holding up speakers attached to a stereo system. Exuwa is perched next to the stereo as he switches from CD to microphone.]
Promo: They brought their own sound system.
E.D: Why is Jeremy King and the WCCW rejects still here?
Promo: I think we are about to find out.
[Jeremy stands next to the Jeep and twirls the microphone looking at his watch.]
King: Tick Tock Tick Tock how long does it take for security to reach the ramp way when an unauthorized vehicle drives out in front of your crowd Batee?
[The crowd is shocked as King and the WCCW sit before them.]
King: I still see nobody so I am going to go ahead and say what I have to say because you can't shut off my microphone you have no control over me even as the president of the BACW. I am here for one reason.
Promo: Get on with it King.
E.D: He has no business being here.
King: I beat Mister Batee for a NWA Title shot that I traded away for a BACW Heavyweight Title shot. Now Batee wanted to continue playing his games he forced me to walk out and retire. Leaving Michael Barnes to win the title that I rightfully had claim too.
Promo: Where is he going with this?
E.D: I have no idea.
[Jeremy pulls a contract from his back pocket with Mister Batee's signature clearly seen at the bottom. "Crying like a Bitch" by Godsmack hits the PA system as Michael Barnes walks out microphone in hand.]
Michael Barnes: Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, BITCH!!!!! That is all I hear coming out of your mouth King.
Crowd: Barnes! Barnes! Barnes!
Promo: I think this is the only time in the history of the BACW you will hear the fans chant that name.
E.D: I was busy watching the blonde in the front row take her shirt off and twirl it above her head.
King: Ladies and gentlemen it's your soon to be BACW champion here to tell the mean old Mr. King all about his problems and how the world isn't paying enough attention to him. RJ give our friend his welcome gift.
[RJ reaches in the glove box and tosses a box of tampons to Barnes.]
King: I figure it's that time of the month you might need these. So sulk on back there to the back walk in to Mr. Batee's office and tell him to get his ass out here and talk to me face to face.
[Michael lunges towards Jeremy who points back to The Beautiful People.]
King: I wouldn't do that if I was you.
[Michael drops the microphone and walks towards the back grumbling as Jeremy King walks over to a fan and hands them a WCCW shirt.]
Promo: What is he doing now?
E.D: He is promoting the WCCW on BACW's dime.
King: BACW your spiritual guide has returned tonight to tell you that this place is going to fall. Boys hook it up.
Promo: What the hell?
E.D: King is climbing into to passenger side of the jeep.
[RJ Harris turns around on the stage and backs down the ramp way. Mike and Pete Turner jump out and pull chains out of the back of the jeep attaching them to the Grinder Cage.]
King: Batee you have five seconds to get down here or I am going to tear this whole thing down destroying your baby.
E.D: Did he just threaten to tear down Grinder?
Promo: People are in danger. Where is Security?
[King starts laughing as Jeremy steps out of the Jeep and stands at the bottom of the ramp looking up at the entrance.]
Promo: Mister Batee better come out here.
E.D: RJ is revving that engine! He's ready to take off!!
[Releasing is foot a tiny bit, "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns-N-Roses hits the PA as Mister Batee walks out through the curtains with NYPD on both flanks.]
Mr. Batee: Arrest them they are trespassing and have no business being here.
[King holds up the contract and his hands as the police officers near.]
King: Batee before you do something to jeopardize the BACW you might want to ask these officers to step back.
Mr. Batee: Officers let's hear him out.
[King tosses the contract towards one of the officers and Batee motions for it to be brought to him.]
Mr. Batee: This is useless you aren't a member of the BACW roster anymore therefore I don't have to honor you with a title shot.
King: Oh but you do Batee. You see I have spent the last week meeting with the NWA lawyers and they looked over the little contract for a title shot. The letter is right there behind the contract if you don't believe me.
[Mr. Batee pulls out the letter and starts looking it over as his eyes get big and a blood vessel bulges out on his neck.]
Promo: What does it say?
E.D: Do I look like I am psychic!
King: Let me paraphrase the letter for you all. Mister Batee has no choice but to allow me to compete for the BACW Heavyweight Championship or an NWA title of my choice when it may enter the BACW. Seeing as I beat him at an NWA event with a stipulation that if I won I would get a title shot.
Mr. Batee: You are not taking my title out of New York!
[Jeremy drops his trench coat to reveal black tights with Indian feathers down the side.]
King: Oh I am and I am doing it in that cage right there.
[From the top of his lungs, Batee starts screaming as the fans erupt in boos.]
Mr. Batee: It will be a cold day in hell before you walk out of here as the BACW Heavyweight Champion but since your so gun-ho on getting a shot at the title... Guess who I just made the number one entrant into that cage?
[Shaking his head no... King starts to raise his voice in protest.]
Mr. Batee: Oh and before I leave you to my grinder, I hope you "Enjoy the Brutality!"
[Vanishing through the curtain, King reluctantly enters the cage and we are all set for this years Grinder to begin.]
BACW Heavyweight Championship
GRINDER: Bleed and you're Out
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is for BACW's Heavyweight championship!
Crowd: [POP!]
Stuffher: The rules of this steel cage match are simple. Each man will enter one at a time every three minutes until the entire list of superstars in the back is exhausted. If at anytime you bleed, you will be asked to leave the cage. Already in the ring, this is Jeremy King!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Stuffher: And the second man to enter this year's Grinder....
[BUZZ!!!!]
Stuffher: Chris Ross!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Ross barrels down the isle and pulling up to the cage door, King catches him in the opening.
[Yanking on the cage door, King slams the door into Ross' face and Ross is eliminated before he ever enters!]
Ross: [Feeling his forehead] NO!!!!
Promo: It's going to take all the security we have to remove Ross and look at the smile on King's face.
E.D: You gotta love that guy.
[BUZZ!]
Stuffher: Duncan Bishop!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Duncan Bishop feel short in tonight's ladder match but with that being his first match here in BACW, I think this guy could do some good things.
E.D: You want to know my opinion?
Promo: Of course!
E.D: This guy's not tough enough to be in BACW.
Promo: Into the cage comes Bishop he's here to prove you wrong!
[King ducks the wild clothesline, reloads and thrusting forward, misses with a sniper-like super kick to the jaw of Duncan! King prematurely celebrates and still coming forward, Duncan is there to capitalize with a text book chin buster!]
Crowd: [OH!]
[Staggering back into the cage, the entire structure rattles as the fans continue to cheer for blood to be spilled.]
Promo: Duncan was certainly one of Mr. Batee's better decisions and thank heavens the company he was with last had no faith in his ability.
E.D: I don't know... Although he's starting off slow right now, I'm sure he will be in the elite eight when all is said and done.
[Pulling the stunned King to his feet, Bishop tosses him into the turnbuckle with a hard thud! Charging forward and launching himself into the air, Duncan connects with big time SPLASH!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Taking hold of the ropes, Duncan delivers a killer elbow to the jaw of King sending our newest edition one the roster down to the canvas once again. Dragging Jeremy into the center of the ring, Duncan unloads a scoop slam before signaling to the fans that's he's going to the top turnbuckle.]
Promo: High risk maneuver for Bishop.
E.D: Yeah, I'm not sure if he needs to do this so early in the match and against some of King's caliber.
Promo: I guess he's establishing himself as a risk taker?
E.D: This is Grinder and just getting into the cage is a risk all in itself! All you have to do is get your opponent to bleed. Doing moves from the top turnbuckle is crazy shit is only going to get you eliminated.
Crowd: [Jump! Jump! Jump!]
Duncan Bishop: WHOOOA!!!
[BOOM!]
Jeremy King: [Kicking his legs.] OOOWWWWW!!!
Promo: Duncan Bishop is a performer and my God, did you see him just bury that Swanton Bomb! Clear across the ring, this young man is everything I expected him to be.
Crowd: [BOO!]
E.D: I still think he lacks endurance it takes to compete in BACW for a long time and you know what? These fans know he's just a flash in the pan.
[Knowing pin falls are not part of the match, Duncan pulls King from the canvas and once again, pushes him in the direction of the nylon. Coming off hard, Bishop leaps into the air trying to execute a leap frog but King counters with a masterful power bomb.]
Crowd: [OH!]
[Bishop's body bounces from the canvas and as Jeremy lowers a leg drop across the throat, the horn sounds and another wrestler is added to the mix.]
[BUZZ!!!]
[From behind the curtain, Gaetan LaValle emerges limping. LaValle slowly begins to walk down the aisle and once at ringside climbs into the cage.]
Stuffher: Ladies and Gentlemen - Gaetan LaValle!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Gaetan better pray he gets eliminate because if Magnum Randell's number gets called, his ass is grass!
E.D: Paul, the man lost a ladder match to Chris Ross… How much more can one person take in a given evening?
Promo: It's never enough as far as the fans are concerned.
E.D: You and these BACW fans need serious help!
[Sneaking up from behind Duncan, and Gaetan apply a cross-face chicken wing! Immediately Bishop's eyes open wide and his arms begin to wave. Reaching behind his head, Duncan counters with a reverse chin buster.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Looks like Duncan Bishop appears to be very resilient.
E.D: He still doesn't impress me.
Promo: Hold that thought...
[Holding onto the cage, Duncan loads up his wrestling boots banging them against the canvas. Motioning for LaValle to face King, Bishop drives forward drilling both men right in the face with a double drop kick. Completely by accident, LaValle falls back into the cage and is instantly knocked unconscious.]
Promo: Whoa!
E.D: Here comes King!
[THUMP!]
Bishop: [UGH!]
Promo: Duncan has been taken off his feet by a wild King clothesline and scraping Bishop from the floor, King tosses him into the turnbuckle with authority.
[BOOM!]
E.D: Duncan stumbles from the corner and King follows up with a hip toss that sends Bishop skidding across the canvas.
[BUZZ!!!]
[Looking to gain the advantage after the horn sounds, Jamie Staggs barrels down the isle diving through the cage door. Kicking LaValle right in the face, Staggs immediately tosses LaValle face first into the mesh by the head. Ripping and grinding Gaetan's profile onto the rusty, jagged edges, LaValle instantly becomes a crimson mess at the hands of the unknown wild card.]
Promo: Jamie Staggs is going crazy in the ring but look at this, LaValle refuses to exit the cage! He needs someone to read him the rules.
E.D: Gaetan is gushing blood like an oil rig and my God, Gaetan is now flipping out on Jeremy King!
Referee: [Motioning for security to get LaValle out of the cage.] Get him out of there! LaValle! You're gone!
[Before the extra referee's can get to Gaetan, he drives his fist into the crotch of Jamie Staggs and pegs him in the face with a spinning back fist.]
Crowd: [OOO!]
[Tackling Geatan, the wild Frenchman is finally dragged from the cage leaving Jeremy King and Duncan Bishop to pummel Jamie Staggs without mercy.]
Promo: In the beginning, these two men wanted to kill each other and now they are working together to kill Staggs?! The Grinder is an unbelievable mix of strategies that can change with every man added or eliminated.
E.D: King has backed up into the corner of the cage and is motioning Bishop to lift him off the mat.
[Pulling Duncan to all fours, King drives through with a running knee lift from hell! Staggs falls backwards and zooming in on his face, you can see he is not bleeding. Daze and confused, the horn sounds again and down the isle comes Rick Ulfric!]
Promo: This is going to be interesting as Ulfric is now the defending champion.
[Into the ring and taking hold of King, Rick sends him into the cage using nothing but pure muscle!]
Crowd: [WHOA!]
[King bounces off the cage and good lord, Ulfric hits the clothesline from hell. Turning into the ring, Rick charges in again connecting with a double clothesline from hell down go both King and Bishop!]
Promo: All hell has broken loose!
E.D: You have no friends when you enter this cage Paul! And think about it, King just might THE toughest in the cage right so why not eliminate him right off that bat?
[Peering through the cage, Rick lets out a warrior's cry telling all three men to get the hell up.]
Ulfric: [Motioning with his hands.] Get up and you pieces of rat shit!
E.D: Ulfric seems to be angry Paul. I'm not sure if that's a healthy emotion.
Promo: I'm shocked! Ulfric has decimated everything moving in that cage and if he wins The Grinder, I couldn't think of a better champion to lead BACW.
E.D: Paul… We have a reality show personality as our Empire State champion.
Promo: [Sigh.] Do we really have to go there?
E.D: I'm on a roll please don't try and confuse me.
[Inside the cage, Ulfric has T-Bone suplexed King, pile driven Staggs and unloaded multiple head butts to Duncan Bishop. Overall, everyone in the cage is getting their ass handed to them by a dominate Rick Ulfric.]
[BUZZ!!!]
Stuffher: Next to enter the Grinder, Mr. Batee!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: WHAT!!!
E.D: This is a first ever!
Promo: I guess he's going to try and eliminate King himself!
[Pulling King to his feet, Ulfric hears the name… "Mr. Batee" and drops Jeremy immediately. With his eyes focused on the cage door a very cautious Mr. Batee enters, knowing Ulfric is looking to take the freshest man out first.]
Promo: What's Mr. Batee doing?
E.D: He has entered the cage and is now turning his back to Ulfric? That's suicide!
Promo: LOOK OUT RICK!
Crowd: [WOW!]
[Charging with salivated jowls, Jamie Staggs spears Ulfric into the cage. Choking, punching, biting and kicking until Ulfric is a pool of blood, Jamie Staggs eliminates another wrestler from The Grinder. Forcing his wrestling boot into the side of Rick's head, Staggs jams Ulfric's blood covered brow against the bottom of the mesh panel.]
Promo: I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Ulfric has been eliminated and we are going to have new BACW Heavyweight champion when this is all over!
[Taking Ulfric by the hair, Batee screams at the top of his lungs.]
Mr. Batee: And that's for spawning that retard Lashiel!
Jamie Staggs: Come on mother fucker! You think you're all that?!
Referee: Ulfric, you're out!
[Forcing his way from the ropes, you can see Ulfric might be bleeding, but he certainly isn't hurt. Licking the blood from his upper lip, he tells Batee, "It's not over between us!"]
Mr. Batee: [Waving bye bye.] See ya!
[BUZZ!!!]
Stuffher: Michael Barnes!
Promo: Now this show is going to get interesting because here comes the former BACW Heavyweight champion!
Crowd: [BOO!]
E.D: I don't think Barnes is coming out.
Promo: Just be patient, you know that patience is a virtue.
E.D: You know "Spitting into the wind" is a virtue too.
[As Ulfric exits the cage with a sick smile on his blood covered face, you see Staggs facing off against King and Mr. Batee who are now taking over the offense on Bishop. Forcing Duncan into the corner of the ring, Mr. Batee plows into his opponent with a few knees to the midsection. Doubling over from the impact, Bishop allows himself to be DDT'd in the corner hard. With visions or sugar plumbs dancing in his head, Mr. Batee lines up Bishop in the corner and points to the top turnbuckle.]
Promo: Here we go again! Why are these guys trying to out wrestle each other? Seems to me Staggs is the only person in the cage who understands how to win Grinder.
E.D: You're looking at an entirely new group of BACW wrestlers and if these guys are here when we do this thing in 2013, I guarantee you they will all understand what it's all about.
Promo: Well if McClain is here, they are all going to understand the meaning of the phrase "Career Killed."
E.D: Speaking of killing careers, Mr. Batee is tumbling through the air and look out below!
[THUD!]
Crowd: [OOO!]
Promo: Mr. Batee just crushed Bishop with a big elbow and look out folks, the world hardcore champion is in the house!
E.D: I'll say it again, if he didn't make him bleed, he didn't do anything but take an unnecessary risk.
[Wrapping his fingers around the throat of Bishop, Mr. Batee tries to really drive the point home that he wants to be the sole survivor by now strangling his foe with the aid of the bottom rope. Behind him, Jamie Staggs continues to dominate by bad mouthing Jeremy King after an out of control T-bone Suplex that leaves King holding his neck in pain. Stunned, the crowd looks on as Staggs verbally unloads.]
Jamie Staggs: [Yelling into the crowd.] Someone bring me Giani DiLuca!!!!
[BUZZ!]
Stuffher: Giani Di Luca!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Here comes the brand new Empire State champion!
[Jamie mouths to Giani as he enters the cage, pointing viciously at him before meeting him in the center of the ring. They get nose to nose trash talking back and forth before Jamie gets a quick head butt in. He then slaps him across the face not once but twice, returning a third blow with a hard backhand that sends spit flying. Then, he pulls off his SCW shirt and chokes Giani with it, dragging him over in a sort of snap mare.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Giani gets up to his knees, but Jamie lets go of the shirt. He tucks it in his back pocket like a flag of pride as he runs against the ropes. As he comes back, he leap frogs over him, coming off the other side with a Shining Wizard that stuns the Stallion. He does a wild series of crotch chops as the crowd boos him.
Crowd: [BOO!]
Jamie: SUCK IT DORK!
[Jamie gets in a few cheap kicks to Giani as he lies on the ground, trying to get up against the unrelenting Staggs.]
[BUZZ!!!]
Stuffher: Kenji Omigawa!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Kenji runs down the isle and diving into the cage, King immediately plasters him into the cage.
[Slamming his head over and over and over again into the mesh, Kenji's face becomes a bloody mess and he's eliminated from Grinder.]
Referee: You're out Omigawa!
[Panning back to the left, DiLuca and Staggs are still going at it.]
Promo: Here comes Staggs off the ropes!
Crowd: [OH!]
[Giani connects with a spear into the corner, bouncing Jamie like a basketball as he clutches his back and leaning down the ground. Giani runs at him, punting his head back, bouncing him into the ropes. As he comes back, Giani lifts him up high into the air and walks around the ring, taunting him as he goes. Giani hoists him up higher, ready to drop him in a sit-down power bomb, but Jamie launches himself over Giani. He does a 180 in the air, landing on the ropes. He quickly launches himself off just in time for Giani to catch him again. This time though, Jamie swings downward, taking Giani down with a hurricanrana. Jamie gets up and shouts at all of the fans as he points down to Giani. He breathes heavily as he runs around the ring with his arms spread open in an airplane sort of manner.]
E.D: I love this guy's arrogance!
Promo: Are you kidding me?
E.D: Pour it on Staggs!!
[Jamie grabs Giani by the back of the head and he slams him face first into the cage. He trash talks him from behind as he grinds his face against it. He suddenly stops, not ready to make Giani bleed yet. He ties him up in the ropes and grabs Giani's face. He looks into it and mouths things to him that make him angry. Giani throws his head back and spits in Jamie's face causing the crowd to cheer.]
Crowd: [Let's go Giani Let's Go! Let's go Giani Let's Go! Let's go Giani Let's Go!]
[BUZZ!]
Stuffher: Jace!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Jace and Barnes immediately get into a power struggle, neither one gives in nor budging an inch.
Crowd: Jace! Jace! Jace!
Promo: The fans start a Jace chant which makes Barnes angry.
E.D: Barnes is always angry.
[Barnes breaks up the tie up and spins for a hard right hook, but Jace ducks it. He grabs Barnes from under his arms and lifts him up for a sort of atomic drop. Barnes wiggles around wildly, pushing them forward toward the cage wall. He uses the momentum to run his feet across the side of the cage, landing a Cyclone Bulldog on Jace. He rolls off of Jace and then he climbs up the ropes, and the cage wall.]
E.D: Here we go again with this needless risk taking.
Promo: Barnes looks down at Jace lying out on the ground and he steadies himself before flipping off in a moonsault, crashing down hard on Jace, both men barely stirring.
Crowd: This is awesome! Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap! This is awesome! Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap! This is awesome! Clap-clap-clap-clap-clap!
[On the opposite side of the cage, Jamie jogs backward a few steps before sprinting to the opposite ropes. He bounces off of them with power before doing a springboard turned into a body splash that knocks the back of Giani's head against the cage. Jamie laughs and then he darts over to the nearest corner where he runs up to the top rope, and launches him off with a missile dropkick that crumbles Giani and unties him from the ropes. Jamie gets up and mocks Giani as he acts like he is going into a seizure and he screams at the fallen Giani.]
Jamie: Now THAT'S what I'm talking about!
[BUZZ!]
Stuffher: Azrael!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Azrael enters the Grinder and is attacked by Barnes!
E.D: Both men tumble into the corner and they are going at each other like wild animals.
Promo: Giani has had enough of Jamie's antics and he gives him a few hard chest chops that echo throughout the arena.
Crowd: [WOOO!]
[Jamie tries to get his own in return, but Giani is running on adrenaline right now. He grabs Jamie by the back of the head and slams him face first into the cage. As he bounces off, Giani brings him over along the way, smashing his face into the next side of the cage. He trash talks as he drags him across to the next side and slams him into it again. The fans go crazy as he shakes his head around wildly. Giani smashes his face into the forth side of the cage, and then he grabs onto Jamie's pants and practically throws Jamie into the cage. As he crumbles, Giani leans down shouting at him, only to have Jamie, who slowly reaches into his pocket, pulling out a red velvet pouch. Giani grabs onto his shaggy hair and lifts him up, face to face, only for Jamie to put his lips to his balled up fist. With one big blow, a white powder flies into Giani's eyes.]
Promo: Powder to the eyes!
E.D: No shit Sherlock.
[Giani bats around crazily as Jamie is quick to rolls away from the cloud. He dusts his hands off on his pants and slams Giani into the cage one more time!]
Promo: DiLuca's face busts open like a piñata.
Referee: You're done Giani!
[As a dejected Di Luca exits, you can see Mr. Batee reaching back to deliver the final blow that just might bust King wide open. Leaping into the ring, Batee comes from the side and drop kicks Staggs in the side of head.]
E.D: Every day I'm shuff... shuf-flin.
Promo: That's so just so wrong.
[Mr. Batee then delivers a donkey punch from behind and forcing Jamie upright pushes him off the ropes and waits for the boom-a-rang return. Staggs bounces off the nylon and trying to counter with a Thesz press but Batee counters with a hotshot against the cage!]
[RIIIIIP!]
[Grinding his face from the middle of the cage all the way down to the bottom, Batee looks on as Jamie remains face down in the ropes. The referee's on the outside see blood streaming from Stagg's eye lid and yelling into the PA they gain his attention.]
Referee: Jamie Staggs has been eliminated!
Promo: Listen to this crowd!
Crowd: You still got it clap-clap-clapclapclap! You still got it clap-clap-clapclapclap! You still got it clap-clap-clapclapclap!
[Seeing the blood, Jamie reaches into his trunks and before exiting the cage, tosses the red velvet bag to Jeremy King.]
Promo: How doesn't the referee see that?
E.D: He doesn't see it because there are five guys inside this cage trying to kill each other.
[BUZZ!]
Stuffher: Magnum Randell!
Promo: Its Randell's turn to give the crowd their money and bee lining across the logo, attacks Duncan Bishop!
[Boot to the stomach, upper cut to the head, round house to the shoulder, and bolo upper cut chin drop Bishop where he stands. Pulling him up by the hair, Randell grinds Duncan's face into the rusted steel cage until it falls apart like hot pulled pork.]
Referee: Bishop you're out!
Promo: What a great run by Duncan Bishop but as you know there can only be one 2012 Grinder winner.
E.D: Whoa look at this! Azrael is going after Jace!
[Irish whip into ropes and coming off on the rebound, Jace is power slammed onto the logo. Getting up with fire in his eyes, Azrael begins kicking Jace in the face with ruthless aggression. A tooth pops out of Jace's mouth, and as the blood flows from his mouth like a menstrual cycle, the referee opens the door and yells...]
Referee: You're out Jace!
[BUZZ!]
Stuffher: Lashiel Logan!
Crowd: [Huge POP!]
[Coming down the isle and shaking everyone's hand, Lash cautiously enters the cage as Azrael nods his head with a smile.]
Promo: Why is Azrael attacking the people who can help him?
E.D: What?! He's trying to win Grinder you idiot!
[As Azrael taunts Lash, he doesn't see King approaching with his fist balled up and spinning Lash around, King rips into his flesh with his bare knuckles. Lash's nose immediately comes apart and blood starts to gush down the front of his face. Calling out through the cage the referee's asks a heart broken Lash to exit the cage.]
Referee: Get out of there Lash!
Lash: But me no fight?
E.D: Poor bastard doesn't even know what's going on.
Promo: Bishop, Kenji, Jace, Lash, Ulfric, Giani, Staggs, DiLuca, and LaValle have all been eliminated!
[BUZZ!]
Stuffher: Matt McClain!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: And here comes what could be a future BACW hall of famer.
E.D: I know it's too soon to say anything but can you imagine what's going to happen when Chris Ross gets into this cage?
Promo: I don't even want to know.
[McClain powers over the bloody canvas and pounding King into the canvas with a shoulder block, the big man begins to put the boots to the WCCW colors.
[BUZZ!]
Stuffher: Kimo Newton!
[Parting the curtains Kimo yells...]
Kimo: YEEEEEAH DOG!
Crowd: [POP!]
E.D. Here comes Kimo!!!
Promo: Wait what's that! OH MY GOD!!!
[Suddenly coming out behind Kimo is Chris Ross smiling like a maniac. On his head are his wrestling trunks and he is literally just wearing his underwear. On his forehead it shows a smiley face band aid covering the staples.]
E.D.: He was eliminated! What is he doing out here!
[*CRAAAACK!!!*]
Promo: Oh my god what a chair shot to the back of Kimo!!!
[Ross picks up Kimo and walks him to the edge of the stage.]
Ross: FLY KITTY FLY!!!!
[Ross chucks Kimo off the stage...]
[*CRRRRRRRRAAAAAAASSSSSHHHH!!!!*]
Promo: OH MY GOD!!!!
E.D.: Yet again Chris Ross has found a way to be a giant thorn in everyone's side! Why is this guy running around here in his underwear?!
Promo: Ross laughs maniacally looking like a child in a candy store.
[Screaming into the lens...]
Ross: It's time for the Great Mortimer to play!!!
E.D: Someone better this nut job out of here before he breaks something.
[Ross runs down the ramp and shoves the referee out of his way and enters the cage for the second time tonight.]
E.D.: HE CAN'T DO THAT!!! HE WAS ELIMINATED!!!
Promo: That's not Ross! That's Mortimer in there!
E.D.: WHO?!
Promo: Ross looks at Michael Barnes who is now trying to scale the cage wall and - NO!!! NO!!!
Ross: [ROOOOOOAR!]
[*CRAAAAAAAASH!!!!* ]
[Ross does a full fledge running start and throws himself into the cage causing the side to collapse sending Michael Barnes and the entire side of the cage into the audience. The fans scatter like rats on a ship as the massive side of the Grinder slams onto the railing ultimately protecting those below.]
[CLANG!]
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Promo: MY GOD!!! MY GOD!!! SOMEONE GET MEDICS OUT THERE!!! THAT SIDE OF THE CAGE JUST FELL ON FANS!!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
E.D.: Forget about them what about Michael Barnes!!! He just landed on a bunch of chairs and he may be dead!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
[Ross gets up laughing as suddenly Magnum Randell runs up turning Ross around, punches him with a short jab knocking him backwards. Closing in and taking Magnum by the hair, Ross tombstones him onto the broken piece of the cage and spills his blood.]
Referee: That's all she wrote for you Magunm.
Promo: Magnum Randell has been eliminated by a man who wasn't even supposed to be in the match. What kind of crap is that?
E.D: The kind that goes on in BACW every week.
Promo: Thankfully security has rushed down to ringside and Chris Ross is being handcuffed and removed. On the outside, Barnes crawls back into the cage while the seconds are trying to duck tape the rest of the cage back together again.
E.D: There are only six men left who can claim the ultimate prize. Jeremy King! Azrael! Michael Barnes! Matt McClain! Mr. Batee and one more surprise wrestler who has yet to be announced!
Promo: Think it's the Megafreak?
E.D: I think its Spectre.
Promo: Well whoever it is it's going to be interesting.
[The cage panel is secured once again and all four men take turns beating the God holy hell out of Jeremy King. Kicking scratching, biting clawing and doing anything and everything they can to King, he removes the small red pouch that was given to him by Jamie Staggs.]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: He's got that damn powder!
E.D: You have to be kidding me.
[Fleeing the pile like flies, King picks up Mr. Batee and dragging his face across the mesh, brutally tears the flesh from Mr. Batee's forehead. The blood pours down his face and throwing him through the opening, Mr. Batee has been eliminated.]
Stuffher: Mr. Batee has been eliminated!
Promo: He came into protect his belt but once again, Jeremy King was too much for him to handle.
[BUZZ!!!]
Stuffher: And the final opponent to enter the 2012 Grinder....
[As soon as his entrance music hits and the crowd goes crazy as Kurt Chavez runs towards the cage and trying to enter too fast, he runs into a Michael Barnes big boot.]
E.D: I thought he was done with wrestling?
Promo: Forget about Chavez for a second, McClain's on the turnbuckle and King doesn't see him!
[Leaping into the air and hitting the move with force, King falls backwards and through the cage door. Wrapping his head on the metal stairs, Jeremy is eliminated the same was he was in 2008.]
Promo: So much for taking our belt back to WCCW.
Crowd: Matt! Matt! Matt!
[Chavez tosses a steel chair into the cage and begins swinging for the fences. Azrael is hit! McClain is hit! They both stand up and Chavez spins in a circle smacking both in the face. Once on the ground, Kurt pounds the two in alternating fashion until the blood starts to fly.]
Referee: McClain and Azrael – You're both out!
[Tying up in the center of the ring, Chavez is first to get off an Irish whip sending Barnes into the ropes. Not expecting the challenger to come off with such steam, Chavez is knocked backwards as Barnes goes on the offensive with a high cross body. Rolling through the high cross body, Barnes mounts Chavez and unloads with punches in bunches.]
Crowd: [Stomping]
[With Barnes stunned, Chavez lowers a vertical elbow across his brow. Still not drawing blood, the time inside the steel cage is beginning to take its toll on Barnes.]
Promo: Barnes looks like he's running out of gas!
E.D: I can see that Paul but how much does Chavez have in the tank too? I understand he just got in there but he's practically on death door – no pun intended.
[Concealing his fist as Barnes releases his top mount, Chavez lunges forward but misses the wild haymaker and Barnes counters with go behind. Off the canvas it's a side suplex by Barnes that dumps Chavez directly on to the back his neck and Barnes runs towards the ropes looking for a lionsault. As Barnes arches backwards, an alert Chavez lifts his knees and his opponent lands on hard times.]
E.D: Chavez found the discarded red bag!!
Promo: Rolling onto Barnes, Chavez rubs the powder into Michael's eyes blinding him 100%.
[Staggering around the ring, the impaired vision gives Kurt a chance to pick up his mangled steel chair and blast Barnes right in the face! Blood squirts everywhere and falling backwards onto the crimson stained logo, the Grinder has finally come to an end.]
Promo: And this one is over!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Your winner of the Grinder, and NEW BACW Heavyweight Champion! "The Instant Addiction" Kurt Chavez!
Crowd: [MEGA POP!]
E.D: I don't believe it!
Promo: What?
E.D: Grinder proved to be the dogfight it was built up to!
Promo: It always does.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Crowd: Thank you Kurt! Thank you Kurt! Thank you Kurt!
[Taking the championship belt and climbing the turnbuckle, Kurt raises the title high into the air with tears streaming from his worn out eyes. It wasn't the world title but when as few as ten people can say they actually won Grinder, it's still one hell of a feat.]
Crowd: Thank you Kurt! Thank you Kurt! Thank you Kurt!
[Kissing the belt, Kurt looks into the crowd one more time before his eyes roll into the back of his head and he suddenly collapses off the ropes.
Promo: Oh my God!
[The new leader of BACW hits the canvas with a limp thud, and as the title he just won falls from his lifeless hands the fans all go silent.]
E.D: I think this is serious.
[Security, medics and the entire locker room pour into the cage from the back and the fans still don't know what to do. Following everyone from behind, a worried Mr. Batee can be seen entering the cage and asking the paramedics questions as Kurt continues to remain still. With no more time remaining on the clock, we are all left to ponder the same question... Is this the last time we will ever see Kurt Chavez alive again?]
[end PPV]
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