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MAIN EVENT: GRINDER [First Blood Steel Cage]
*Every member of our roster will entered into this battle royal bleed and you lose bout. At stake, a shot at BACW's Heavyweight Championship in April.
CO-MAIN EVENT: NWA World Heavyweight Championship
Spike Staggs (c)
Vs.
Spectre
Empire State Championship
Sean Jackson (c)
Vs.
Drake Green
Welcome To Grinder XIII
[In typical 1990's fashion the cheesy old stage lights go out and "Welcome to the Jungle," by Guns - N - Rose hits the PA and like a bat out of hell, the curtain parts and out walks NWA & BACW Owner Mr. Batee to a deafening roar. With the arrival of Mr. Batee, the Garden shakes from top to bottom and as the horde continues to go wild, Mr. Batee makes his way to the ring wearing his all white Armani suit with white Gucci shoes. Blaring both middle fingers into the air as he strolls down the walkway, he briefly stops to take a beer that's being offered to him by a fan at ringside.]
Mr. Batee: [Acting all surprised] For me?
Fan: Yes sir!
Mr. Batee: Well I don't know what to say other than...
[And with the cameras zoomed in, the owner expands his gullet and swallows the liquid like Linda Lovelace did John Holmes in Behind the Green Door. In a sign of support for their now drunken leader, the audience continues to pop hard and tossing the empty keepsake into the sea of insanity, Mr. Batee finally reaches the steel steps with a belch.]
Mr. Batee: [Looking out into the crowd like Christian Batee bellows] IT'S TIME TO GET EXTREME!!!
Crowd: POP!
[Stomping up the stairs like an elephant on the charge, he aggressively wipes his feet on the apron, ducks under the middle rope, and entering the ring immediately calls for the microphone. Taking the pipe bomb into his hands, he taps the mic twice and roars into it like no other in the wrestling business...]
Mr. Batee: BAAAAAA C Dub-ya! Ha! Ha! Ha! It's me! It's me! It's the B.M.O.C. of the pro wrasslin planet! More powerful than an SCW Pay-Per-View! Able to leap Vixen's vagina in a single bound! It's a bird! It's a plane baby! Ha! Ha! HA! It's the most prolific antagonist the world has ever known! Welcome to my home! Welcome to my show! And by the power vested in me by you my loyal fans, welcome to GRINDER 13!!!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin!
Mr. Batee: I am the man who is proud to bring to you not only our brutal Grinder Main Event but also "The" NWA World Heavyweight championship!
Crowd: POP!
Mr. Batee: Now before we get on with the show, there is a little something-something that we need to address when it comes to the firing of one Magnum Ran-dell.
Crowd: Mag-num! Mag-num! Mag-num!
Mr. Batee: [Making a motion with his hands] Now calm down people, just calm down and hear me out.
[Talking a small pause he looks up with a smile and says...]
Mr. Batee: Who wants to see Magnum Randell compete in the Grinder tonight?!!!
Crowd: WE DO!
Mr. Batee: Who wants me to bring Magnum back into the BACW fold?!!!
Crowd: WE DO!!
Mr. Batee: Who wants to see the ladies man for the first time in his career as a pro wrassler win Grinder?!!!!
Crowd: WE DO!!!!
[Nodding his head Batee knows what needs to be done and relaxing his scowl he smiles before respectfully saying...]
Mr. Batee: Well it ain't gonna happen!
Crowd: BOO!
Mr. Batee: That's right! When you're fired you are fired and I hope this serves as a lesson to anyone who wants to try and manipulate me or my system! I'm tired of people walking out on me and tonight at Grinder I send this message to Magnum Ran-dell and anyone else looking to follow in his path. And the message is, just when you think you have all the answers, I'm always going to change the questions!
Crowd: Ass-hooole! Ass-hooole! Ass-hooole!
[And just as quickly as they embraced his presence, the puppet master of pro wrestling turns his audience rabid. Then from out of no where a cup of beer smacks Batee right in his bald head and motioning for the boys on the outside to scan the audience, security tightens up around the ring.]
Mr. Batee: Whoever threw that beer!!!!! [Pause] Thank you for spending $17.50 on something that probably cost me $1.75!
Crowd: BOO!
Mr. Batee: [Making a puppet motion] That's it drones! Lap it up and lap it up good!!
[Prancing around the ring, Mr. Batee begins to sing...]
Mr. Batee: Magnum Ran-Dell, Magnum Ran-Dell, say-a A good-bye! Magnum Ran-Dell, Magnum Ran-Dell, say-a A good-bye! Magnum Ran-Dell, Magnum Ran-Dell, say-a A good-bye!
Crowd: BOO!
[Turning down the pace the owner finally stops and looking upwards at the steel cage dangling above turns his attention to our main event.]
Mr. Batee: Twelve times that cage has been erected and Twelve times it's produced either a fantastic victory or a glorious defeat. Twelve times I have stood in this ring after eleven longs months of hard work, and Twelve times I have never let a single fan down.
[Suddenly the crowd quiets as the feeling of a big announcement hangs in the air...]
Mr. Batee: So folks... I'm here to unfortunately tell you all that after tonight, there will be NO Grinder Fourteen.
Crowd: BOO!!!
Mr. Batee: That's right. Sometime this year, BACW will be closing its doors so that this old man can give his voice a rest. See the NWA is growing and if I'm going to go down in history as the best dang owner this alliance has ever seen I need to let this stomp hall go.
Fan: BACW for life!!!!
Mr. Batee: Indeed son and let me tell you something. Whether we are open or closed, there will only be one kind of blood that runs through this old man's veins, and its BACW blood.
[Reaching into his pocket Batee blows his nose and stuffing the handkerchief back in his jacket continues as his eyes start to well...]
Mr. Batee: See folks, when the Black Knights disbanded, Kai Kennedy got chopped up by a fan, and Magnum Randell decided he was going to deposit a check his mouth couldn't cash I began thinking. What's left me here? Fact of the matter is I'm getting old and with no one else to take over my beloved BACW, I believe 2013 will be our last. Now I don't know what month or when I'm going to pull the plug, but I can say this... Hate me or love me... I love each and every one of you motherfuckers who have dedicated even a small part of your lives to making MY dream...
[Long pause...]
Mr. Batee: NO!
[Points to the BACW banner high above...]
Mr. Batee: OUR DREAM!!!!! Come true!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin!
Mr. Batee: Tonight, I stand here in from of you proud of the work we have done, and proud of having the privilege of being called BACW Owner. With that said, let's tear this place down, and produce one of the bloodiest Grinders OF ALL TIME!!
Crowd: MEGA POP!!!
[Dropping the microphone onto the logo, Mr. Batee leaves the ring for the first time in fourteen years without saying his tag line... "Enjoy the Brutality,"]
WOOOSH!
Last Week on TVMA
[Recap of the final moments.]
[The Master releases his grip on the chain wrapped around the Monster's neck. As the beast lunges towards the young Christopher the lights go out and everything goes dark!]
AAAAAH!!!!
[In the blackness we can hear the screams and cries of help coming from young Christopher. The sounds of gargling and chocking soon follow as if something or someone was blocking his airway.]
The Master: Exterminate! EXTERMINATE!!!!!
[As the familiar words are spoken, the lights come back on but The Master and his Monster are nowhere to be found. There lying on the floor is the young man who is now going into convulsions, choking, and foaming from the mouth. Closing the scene, you can hear security as the scramble to help breathe life into the unconscious victim.]
BACW Official: Call 911! This boy is in serious need of help. We need to get him to the hospital now! Somebody call 911!
WOOOSH!
Day of the Beast
[A blood red dissolve brings you into the dirty anus of Monster leaving you to helplessly wallow in the defecation of his Master's words. As you fester from within his hemorrhoids, the beast paces around his cage waiting to push your stench out from his colon.]
Do you believe in the Boogeyman?
Do you believe that there is a devil?
Do you believe in monsters?
Do you believe in God?
Well the first three mentioned are in fact real. In fact there is a man that many believe could be any or all three of them. On March 31st at Madison Square Garden this beast will rise from the depths of hell so you better hope that there is in fact a God.
[It grunts and opening its green blood shot eyes you sense that this is the night we have all been waiting for. The arrival of the Monster, and the mystery around his presence finally revealed.]
Several years from now no one will care who won the Superbowl in 2013. They won't care how bad they hated Obama and his administration. Several years from now there will be one date stamped in their minds. One date that no matter how old they get or how much they try to forget... will always be in the back of their mind. That date is March 31st, 2013.
[Flinging a rotten piece of melted chicken carcass at the Monster the Master adjusts his mask and continues...]
That will be the day that BACW changes forever. That will be the day that BACW meets its maker. It may be the day of the Grinder but it's far more than just that. It will be the day of the beast. You see on the 31st I will release my monster and he will be free to do as he pleases. He will be free to EXTERMINATE!
[The Monster begins to get hostel and starts shaking the cage bars trying to break free. Narrowing his eyes, The Master pulls out a stunning rod and gives the Monster a few zaps.]
Settle down my beast!
[The Master gives his monster one last zap with his stunning rod knocking the beast back into submission.]
Many of you have yet to experience just what pain and suffering feels like. Trust me when I say this, it's coming. It's at your doorsteps as we speak. My beast is like no other man alive in this world. His strengths are far more superior to any man woman or child. He is hungry for some flesh and he is oh so hungry for some blood.
[The Monster has made his way back to the front of the cage a bit more cautious than before.]
Over the past months I have guided my monster to share pain and discomfort to certain individuals. Last week I gave you just a little taste of what is going to happen in weeks to come here in BACW. At TVMA a young man by the name of Chris Botherwhy so graciously volunteered his body to us so we can give you that taste. But trust me when I say this, what you saw is nothing compared to what we have planned. My beast will go though each and every member of the BACW roster to get what we want and whether you are a vendor, a ref, EMT, security guard, ring crew, upper management, wrestler or even a fan you have nowhere to go if my beast sets his sights on you.
[A rat makes his way over to the cage and the monster consumes the disease riddled fur ball.]
My beast and I are here at Grinder and on March 31st, 2013 you will witness the coming of the devil. So NWA, comrades and rivals when you go to bed tonight I want you to remember this image...
[A Polaroid of Chris Botherwhy in his hospital bed is shown.]
...because no one is safe as long as my beast is around.
[The Master unlocks the gate to the cage and within seconds The Monster does a slow motion 3D lung.]
[Fade to blood...]
Begin Show
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Crowd: YEAH!!!!
Promo: Hello everyone and welcome to BACW's Grinder 13! I'm your Host Paul Prominski aka The Promo Machine and this is my Co-Host, the man who has no moral compass– Welcome if you would "Easy E" Eric Danger!
E.D: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Morals are for morons and if you don't like the way I speak or the manner I do it in, then put in your tampon and change the channel!
Promo: Wow you're classy.
E.D: Forget the class and release the gas!
Pffft!
Promo: [Holding his nose] Fans I have seen some bad things go down throughout my years here in BACW but what we witnessed last week on TVMA was just plain sick. In fact I am down right appalled at what this Monster and his Master did to that poor helpless kid.
E.D: Are you kidding me?
Promo: All he wanted to do was break into the business!
E.D: And that's what happened! He was broken into the business. What is it that Mr. Batee always says? Welcome to BACW and I hope you enjoyed the brutality.
[Eric chuckles as Paul rolls his eyes...]
Promo: Well that's all well and good but this poor kid wasn't a wrestler. He was an intern trying to learn the craft of the production side of this business.
E.D: Is the kid really that hurt?
Promo: I am happy to report that young Chris Botherwhy has been released from the hospital and is recovering at home. On the behalf of BACW and the NWA we wish Chris a speedy recovery and look forward to seeing him back here in BACW sometime in the near future.
E.D: Now that he's home maybe he should log onto BlackKnightCircleJerk.com...
[Eric is interrupted by the Host...]
Promo: Hold on a second. I am getting word from the back that there is some kind of commotion going on.
E.D: Has the Monster arrived already?
Promo: I believe so and he's headed towards Mr. Batee's office!
E.D: I can't wait to see this!
WOOOSH!
Freak on a Leash
[We go backstage where Manager Edgar Morbis and The Legendary Megafreak are standing outside of what appears to be the door to Mr. Batee's office. They have removed their masks and it's clear the cat has come out of the bag as to who has been terrorizing the Stomp Hall. Turning the knob, Morbis tries to open the door but it seems to be locked. Raising his cane he taps on the name plate with a wicked grin.]
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Mr. Batee: [Heard from the other side of the door] Go away! I'm busy!
[Morbis scowls and raps on the door some more...]
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Mr. Batee: I said go away! I'm busy!! [Panting] That's riiight... Just like that.
[Morbis looks over at the beast...]
Edgar Morbis: Why do we always have to do things the hard way? After all these years you would think we were passed the cheap pop.
[Sigh]
Morbis: [Stepping to the side] My slave, the door!
[Morbis steps aside as the Megafreak kicks the door down with one brutal boot. A startled Mr. Batee wearing just a robe and slingshot quickly jumps up from behind his desk and confronts the two.]
Mr. Batee: What the in God dang Chris Ross did ya do that for?
Morbis: We knocked. You refused. Clearly it's cold in here.
Mr. Batee: [Looking down there] ... Very funny!
[As Mr. Batee hurriedly covers his leopard skinned thong underwear we see a scantily clad half naked Asian woman also jump from behind the desk and dart out the room.]
[Insert censor bars and a bit of imagination...]
Mr. Batee: You two better have one hell of an excuse for busting in here and cock blocking me like this. In fact never mind. Get the hell out of my office now!
[Hearing the base in the owner's voice, The Megafreak begins to shake.]
Megafreak: GRRRRRRR!!!!
Morbis: Easy my child, we aren't going anywhere.
[Reaching for his Scotch Mr. Batee opens up the floor to Morbis because it's apparent the two are here to stay...]
Mr. Batee: You know you two have been messing things up around here for quite some time now. You are costing me money left and right and now because of your recent interruption [points at the broken piece of the door] I'm standing here with blue balls.
Morbis: You made a few promises you couldn't keep either Batee but I disagree, we have held up our part of the bargain considering the ever changing circumstances here in BACW.
[Sipping his scotch Batee swishes the burn around his mouth, swallows, and says...]
Mr. Batee: Ah yes, the ever changing circumstances... You know when you signed this contract with me 9 months back the agreement was for you and The Megafreak to drive Spectre out of the professional wrestling business for good. And correct me if I'm wrong but wearing my BACW Heavyweight championship belt around his waist isn't part of driving him out – IS IT!!!
[The Megafreak groans at the sound of Spectre's name.]
Morbis: [Twirling his mask on his finger] Ah but the night is still young... and as for YOUR belt... Spectre has the belt because you weren't careful Batee not because we didn't do our job.
Mr. Batee: [Deep breath] So if the night is still young then why are you both here?
The Master: Batee... [Tsk tsk tsk] Why am I here? [Chuckles] Because I want everyone in BACW to suffer for what that punk Darrel Besolve did to my Freak five long years ago!
[Hearing Besolve's name the Freak lifts up his boot and drives it through a chair shattering it into tiny pieces.]
CrAcK!
Morbis: ENOUGH!!!
The Megafreak: Besooooolve...
Morbis: Do you see what that infidel has done to my beast!
[Cowering backwards, the Freak is struck by Edgar's cane...]
Mr. Batee: Easy Mommy Dearest! [Another sip] Morbis listen to me and listen to me good. I don't care how many have to fall tonight just get the job done and make sure my NWA World title doesn't go around Spectre's waist! After that, I could care less what you do once the Grinder begins. Hell, tear the whole dang place down for all I care just don't let Spectre leave here with my world title.
Morbis: This additional world title request is rather new so I tell you what; you seem like a smart business man no?
Mr. Batee: I got you to come back didn't I?
Morbis: Indeed you did... [Tapping his finger on his chin] Okay Batee, I'm going to give you an opportunity to make the right decision for both yourself and BACW. This means I will guarantee you Spectre will lose his match tonight against Spike Staggs on one condition.
Mr. Batee: And that is...
Morbis: My silent partner wants a shot at the BACW Heavyweight championship belt.
Mr. Batee: Silent what?
Morbis: Oh poor simpleton Batee. You really didn't think my Freak and I would have the time to orchestrate this reign of terror without help did you?
Mr. Batee: Listen, I don't know what you have planned but since I can't allow Spectre to win that world title [Rubbing his chin] then you got a deal.
[Extending his hand...]
Mr. Batee: Just remember Sean Jackson is owed a shot and the winner of the Grinder is owed a shot too.
Morbis: Push the others off or we have no deal. My silent partner wants to jump the line so to speak.
[Filling his glass for a second time the owner thinks long and hard before answering...]
Mr. Batee: I guess I could figure something out but I want to know who this silent partner is before I say yes.
[Morbis walks over to Mr. Batee, leans over and whispers the identity to him. Mr. Batee immediately looks like he has seen a ghost. He turns pale white and falls back off his chair.]
Mr. Batee: No it can't be? It just can't! Not him!
Morbis: Do we have a deal?
Mr. Batee: You're damn right we have a deal!!
[Batee's robe flies open...]
Morbis: [Turning his head] Please...
Mr. Batee: Sorry.
[Just as the two are shaking hands, the audience cheer loudly as the NWA World Heavyweight Champion, Spike Staggs, is standing in the doorway. He raises an eyebrow as Batee rolls his eyes. Not turning in his direction, Morbis and The Freak quickly put their masks back on in order to continue hiding their identities.]
Spike Staggs: Sorry boss didn't mean to interrupt but [points to the lack of a door] I'd like to get in some quick face time before the dark matches are over.
Mr. Batee: But of course! WELCOME! Welcome to Bad Ass Championship Wrestling, Spike!
[Confirming with Morbis...]
Mr. Batee: So we are good?
[Kicking back his chair, Morbis signals to the Freak and the two exit with the deal in place.]
Spike: [Not knowing the Monster or The Master] Who are those two?
Mr. Batee: Believe me you don't want to know... Anyway let's start over. : WELCOME! Welcome to Bad Ass Championship Wrestling!
[Batee reaches over the desk in a surprising display of showmanship. Spike seems a bit surprised himself as he cordially shakes hands with Batee.]
Mr. Batee: [Flexing his hand] Strong grip!
Spike: Ummm... Thanks? So I hear that I am part of this vendetta you have against Spectre. That is all good and well, but I wanted to talk to you about something else.
Mr. Batee: Master plan? There is no master plan son and even if there was you wouldn't know it. Now like I just told the two clowns that left my office release your tongue or forever hold your words.
[Spike seems a bit shocked by Batee's rough reply to his query, causing him to take a deep breath to respond diplomatically.]
Spike: See, I do have business here. My girlfriend wrestles here, and well... I have seen some pretty wicked things happen to her as of late.
Mr. Batee: Now hold up there Spike! She back up into my groin in the elevator and my hands were on her ass because I was pushing her away!
Spike: What?
Mr. Batee: [Rolling his eyes] Nothing?
[Spike grabs his temples with his fingers and continues...]
Spike: Anyway, I can't talk her out of competing here, and that is her choice but...
[Slamming his fist on the table Batee interrupts...]
Mr. Batee: You are damn right it is her choice if she wants to wrestle here or bump into my groin... She knows what BACW is all about and she certainly knows the risks!
Spike: Okay this groin stuff is starting to piss me off okay?
Mr. Batee: Relax Frankie and don't do it.
[The world champion points at the massage oil on Batee's desk and says in a sarcastic manner...]
Spike: Shouldn't I be saying that to you?
[Throwing it in the desk...]
Mr. Batee: Listen... This isn't that pretty little neat and clean Sin City Wrestling you are used to, Mr. Staggs. This is B-A-C-F'n-Dubya. The place where men fight women, women fight men, and someone like Vixen can make a lot of cash shaking her money makers.
[Spike blinks for a moment, taken aback once again by Batee. He strokes his chin curiously, once Batee's words resonate with him. He smirks and nods his head as Batee look even more confused than Spike did.]
Spike: Well as long as you're paying her... What the hell! Who am I to stand in her way!
Mr. Batee: Really?
Spike: Sure. I admire BACW and if you need Vixen to sell tickets then I'm all in. As for Spectre as long as he uses deodorant and shaves those angry toughs of hair on his back, I'll give him a whirl around the ring.
Mr. Batee: Whatchu talkin' about Spike?
Spike: I'm talking about a Spectre taking an easy pin me pay me day off and allowing the main event Spike Staggs to be just that... the Main Event.
[The owner grabs his temples...]
Mr. Batee: You are in the big leagues, defending your title against a decent competitor, but that doesn't make your match against The Spectre a pin me pay me day. I expect brutality! I expect either a fantastic victory or a glorious defeat!
[Spike opens his mouth to respond, but then quickly stops. A little bit of a chuckle escapes his lips as he leans back in his seat but before Batee can object, Spike cuts him off, pressing his index finger to Batee's lips.]
Spike: SSSHHH!!!!Maybe if you would shut your liquor infested mouth and listen for once... What I said might make sense. After I beat the hell out of The Spectre tonight, I plan on walking right into the Grinder and winning that too!
[Knocking Spike's finger off his lips...]
Mr. Batee: Ohhh, you have got to be kidding me.
Spike: Did I stutter?
Mr. Batee: Ha! You- you seriously think you have what it –HaHa- what it takes to last a second in the Grinder?
[Spike's eyebrows furl in anger as he continues being berated...]
Mr. Batee: Like I said, son. You are used to that prim and proper Sin City get up. Misspelling the word "extreme" doesn't mean you have what it takes to step into my cage under my rules and win.
Spike: Just let me in the cage and I will show you just how wrong you are.
Mr. Batee: Well I guess it is true... Las Vegas makes the most inflated egos.
[Spike slams his fist against the desk in anger. His nostrils flare, but he only gets another laugh from Batee. Spike stands up over Batee who only laughs louder. Spike gets a cocky smirk on his face as he leans over the owner.]
Spike: I guess me telling you I was entering was more of a formality, Batee. I will be in that cage later tonight, and nothing can stop me.
Mr. Batee: I beg to differ, son. See I got some crazy stuff that's going to happen inside that steel cage tonight and my request is for your own protection. You're my sugar daddy Spike and I'm gonna ride your pretty little white ass all the way to the bank for as long as I can.
[Frustrated Spike walks toward the door.]
Mr. Batee: Trust me Spike...
[Batee lifts another scotch bottle from under his desk and gets ready to hit it when Spike turns around with a smile upon his face.]
Spike: Oh, by the way, Batee... You can claim whatever you want about Vixen in front of the world, but let's be honest. There is no way my girlfriend would ever bump into you down... there.
Mr. Batee: Would you stop being so confrontational! Listen, how about if I guarantee you that you won't lose your match tonight in exchange for you not getting into that cage? Maybe even tilt the odds in your favor by having the contest held under old fashion rules?
Spike: Old Fashion Rules?
Mr. Batee: It means no cheating bird brain. No interference. No winning the title on DQ. No nothing other than two men going one on one with only one winner in the end.
[Getting up from his desk Batee finishes...]
Spike: Is that a leopard thong?
Mr. Batee: It is and before you ask, it's cold in here alright.
[Awkward silence...]
Mr. Batee: [closing his robe again] Listen... If you forget about this Grinder nonsense, I have the referee call it right down the middle removing the home field advantage from Spectre and allowing you to win.
Spike: You know Batee, you're a complete jerk to this roster and when Vixen wins Grinder, she's going to show you that she's more than just another piece of glamour girl ass for you to exploit.
Mr. Batee: Say what you want Spike but I think she enjoys being a very naughty girl...
[Turning towards the door Spike stops as Batee uncorks the bottle...]
Spike: Oh, I know it for a fact. Because when I was down there, it didn't smell like cheap scotch and a thin layer of false self entitlement covered up the fact that you have a small penis.
Mr. Batee: WATCH YOURSELF STAGGS! AND THERE'S NOTHING CHEAP ABOUT WHAT I DRINK!
Spike: That is all...
[With that Spike walks over the piece of the broken door as the audience is heard laughing loudly from the arena. Grabbing his drink, Mr. Batee tosses it against the wall and quickly picks up his phone dialing a few digits.]
Mr. Batee: Hello?
[Lots of muffled bad words...]
Mr. Batee: Now you keep cursing at me like that and we are going to have a problem son.
[Pause]
Mr. Batee: Listen, I know what I said but I need someone to take out Vixen and to keep an eye on Spike Staggs... Now if you do this for me, this is what I'm prepared to do for you...
[F2B]
WOOOSH!
Announcer's Table
Promo: I don't believe it! The Megafreak has been the Monster all along? Morbis is The Master? Not only that but Mr. Batee has given Spike Staggs the advantage by turning his NWA World title match in an old school rules battle? And if that wasn't bad enough who is Mr. Batee hiring to take out Vixen?
E.D: It's Grinder Paul and like everything Mr. Batee does, we aren't going to know the answers to those questions until it actually happens.
Promo: And speaking of questions, I hear Candice Hoffman is trying to get in a word with Drake Green before his match. Let's go into the back!
WOOOSH!
Interview with Candice Hoffman: Drake Green
[The scene cuts to Drake, wearing his black tights, walking through the corridors of the backstage are in Madison Square Garden. As he gets toward the Arena entrance he's stopped by Candice Hoffman.]
Candice Hoffman: Drake, Drake! Can we get a quick word?
[Drake stops for a second and looks her up and down. A smile comes over his face and irks out a response.]
Drake: Sure.
Candice: I'm your sexy on the scene x-Zone reporter Candice Hoffman and alongside me just before his match is Drake Green. As we all know, you're about to go up against Sean Jackson for the Empire State title and...
Drake: I'm aware, yes.
Candice: Well, are you aware of all of the chatter backstage about you?
Drake: What chatter is that?
Candice: How some BACW wrestlers are a little upset that, in your first match back here in BACW after all of these years, that you were granted that title shot in the first place.
Drake: I'm assuming that by some people you are referring to one Sean Jackson?
Candice: Well Sean-
[Drake cuts her off...]
Drake: I don't make the card Miss Hoffman, I just show up.
Candice: But isn't it a little weird?
Drake: Listen, Candy...
Candice: Candice..
Drake: Yeah, like I said, obviously your boss Mr. Batee recognizes the exuberant amount of talent and charisma that I have.
Candice: Well-
[Drake cuts her off again...]
Drake: And further more do you really think the people of New York, my people, want someone like Sean Jackson representing them? I'm here to rescue that title, to rescue BACW, and to rescue the great people of New York. And I'm gonna burn down the house. Because you know what time it is Candy?
[Candice stands there a second, thinking.]
Candice: 8:30?
Drake: That's cute... No Candice it's not 8:30... It's Showtime, baby.
SMACK!
[Drake slaps Candice on the rear and starts to walk away.]
Candice: Hey now!
Drake: Good talk.
[Candice turns to the camera...]
Candice: So there you have it folks, Drake Green is officially back in BACW! I'm your sexy on the scene x-Zone reporter Candice Hoffman saying, if you're going to leave hand prints on my ass, you don't belong on my show... Back to you promo!
WOOOSH!
Announcer's Table
Promo: Thank you very much Candice Hoffman our roving x-Zone Reporter!
E.D: Think she likes it rough?
Promo: Who?
E.D: Candice!
Promo: Why would you say that?
E.D: Because...
Sunday Bloody Sunday
["I am TTO and that is all you need to know"]
E.D: I hate when he interrupts me.
[The voice over is followed by the opening notes of "In the air tonight" by Phil Collins. With that, Sean Jackson and Marshall Owens step out onto the entrance ramp. The NWA North American and Empire State Champion is wearing a t-shirt with "I am TTO" on the front and "That is all you need to know" on the back. Sean has the NWA North American Title belt around his waist as Marshall Owens is holding the Empire State Championship high over his head.]
Crowd: BOO!
Promo: Ladies and gentlemen, here comes the rant of the night.
E.D: I wonder why Batee hasn't done anything with this guy yet. He's abusive, abrasive, and an overall dick.
Promo: Well, I'm pretty sure that if Drake Green doesn't shut him up the Grinder will.
E.D: From your lips to God's ears.
[Sean immediately steps through the ring ropes and removes the North American title from his waist. He then slowly raises it into the air as he brings the mic to his mouth. However, instead of saying anything, he simply smiles as the fans being to boo louder. After a few more moments, he begins to talk.]
Crowd: BOO!
Jackson: You know I just wanted to come out here before my match and let you know that the message was received loud and clear.
[Sean lowers the title belt and slings it over his shoulder, almost hitting Marshall.]
Jackson: Not that I ever tune in to the Howard Stern show for wrestling advice. But, with that being said, your message was received.
[Cheap pop from the New York crowd...]
Promo: Ahh okay, he's referring to Spectre's call in to the Howard Stern show.
E.D: I bet Stern got him laid.
[Inhale... Exhale...]
Jackson: But understand this Spectre, if you think for one minute that I'm a one trick pony, then you haven't understood a thing that I've said or done...
[Sean smiles as he begins to pace...]
Jackson: You see Spectre, I didn't become the NWA North American Champion by being a one trick pony...
[As Sean is speaking, he's tapping the face plate...]
Jackson: I sure as hell didn't survive the Gauntlet match at February's TV-MA by beating everyone INCLUDING the Phantom and getting this...
[Sean points at the Empire State Championship that Marshall Owens is holding.]
Jackson: ...by being a one trick pony.
Promo: I think Sean is missing the point that Spectre was trying to make.
E.D: You've got that right and I believe that Spectre was dead on with what he said about Jackson.
Promo: Including the part where be believes that he could possibly win the Grinder?
E.D: Without a doubt.
[Sean walks up to the ring ropes, now looking directly at the announcers.]
Jackson: Now several weeks ago I made a claim that I would prove that Mr. Batee was behind a master plan to conspire against someone here in BACW. Well, now I'm going to show everyone that this someone was ME!
Promo: He can't be serious.
E.D: I think he's lost his mind.
[Sean then turns his attention to the announcers...]
Jackson: What about you two idiots? Do you guys think I'm a one trick pony?
[Both Promo and E.D. look at each other, hesitating to answer. Apparently Sean takes the non answer as them accusing him of being exactly that, a one trick pony which causes him to step between the ropes.]
Promo: I'm allergic to horses!
E.D: Yeah and I'm hung like one.
[The champ comes closer...]
Jackson: Maybe you two didn't hear me correctly...
[Sean then hops to the floor and begins to walk towards the announce table when the lights flicker and a very loud screeching sound is heard.]
Promo: What the hell?
E.D: Sounds like Spectre when he's having sex.
Promo: I'm not even going to ask how you know that...
[Sean stops dead in his tracks and rolls back into the ring as the lighting for Madison Square Garden turns blood red. The large Oval-tron then comes to life as the darkened silhouette of a face comes to life. It is a mixture of a man's voice with a woman's as the words fill the arena.]
Voice: Welcome to the Grinder Sean Jackson. You messed with the evolution of the after world, throwing everything into a helter skelter for your own personal gain...
[Sean begins to back away from the announce table, putting as much room as possible between him and the "face".]
Voice: Well tonight, you get a taste of your own medicine. Tonight, at the Grinder, a person loses when he begins to bleed...
[A sinister laugh feels the arena...]
Voice: Well, let me show you how easily you can bleed.
[Just then, blood begins to fall from the ceiling, crashing down upon Sean Jackson.]
!SPLATTER!
Jackson ARGH!!!
!SPLASH!
[The sheer force of the blood at first causes him hunker down slightly, but as the volume continues to fall, he completely goes down to the logo, unable to stay upright.]
Promo: OH MY GOD!!! IS THAT BLOOD!!!!?
E.D: This is worse than a convent on the rag!
[Marshall quickly moves towards the ring ropes, trying to check on his "client".]
Marshall: Sean, Sean. Are you alright?
[Finally, the blood stops flowing from the ceiling and the figure of a woman appears...]
[Vanessa.]
Promo: HOLY SHIT, WHERE DID SHE...
[Vanessa begins to speak...]
Vanessa: It's that easy Sean. It's that easy to make you bleed, and with the Grinder happening tonight...
[Sean still trying to stand begins to wipe his eyes. He wants to see the woman that he's been trying to find since last October.]
Vanessa: We want to see you bleed.
E.D: I know what I want to see and that's Vanessa on my lap!
Promo: Would you please!
Vanessa: You used me Sean Jackson, and for what? To beat a man named Hyodo Yokai and in doing so, completely ruined any chances that I could have had to become something bigger than just another Jezebeth.
E.D: She speaks Yiddish?
[The look of horror on his face tells the whole story because of what happened in October of 2012, he now had a real diabolical spiritual force after him.]
Vanessa: Well for that, I'm going to do the exact same thing to you.
[The Jezebeth Vanessa smiles...]
Vanessa: And it starts tonight.
Promo: What could she possibly mean by that?
E.D: Tampon anyone?
Promo: I can't believe you just said that... Folks we have to take a break but when return it's going to be a blood crusty Sean Jackson going up against Drake Green for the Empire State championship!
WOOOSH!
[Enter Commercial for the NWA's May Pay-Per-View Lords of the Ring]
WOOOSH!
Announcer's Table
Promo: Now that the blood has been sort of wiped up from the around the ringside area, it's time for our first championship bout to begin.
Empire State Championship
Sean Jackson (c)
Vs.
Drake Green
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Ring Announcer Michael Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome Madison Square Garden and welcome to Grinder Thirteen!
Crowd: MASSIVE POP!
Stuffher: Already in the ring, is the challenger... He is not only the master of the hook'em horns driver – he is the current Empire State Champion! Sean Jackson!
Crowd: BOO!
[Tossing the blood crusted towel to the side, Jackson continues to wipe down his boots in the corner.]
Promo: This will be Sean Jackson's first title defense of the Empire State Title belt since being awarded the championship and this will also be Sean's first matchup against Drake Green. Sean knows that after this match, he WILL be in this years Grinder, and one step closer to becoming BACW Heavyweight champion.
E.D: The only thing I have to add is that Sean Jackson has had a lot of success since coming to BACW. After surviving February's TV-MA, he was rewarded the Empire State Championship after outlasting the Phantom, who co-incidentally did all the work, making things super easy for Sean Jackson to win. Sean knows that for Mr. Batee to be so eager to give Drake Green a title shot, Drake must be a big deal, so don't expect Sean to take him for granted.
Promo: Well whatever he does, Sean will have to do whatever he can to survive the match and save himself for The Grinder.
E.D: That seems to be the strategy of most.
Stuffher: And his opponent...
Crowd: POP!
[The lights in the arena dim and we can hear the opening drums from "Burning Down The House" by the Used. The crowd jumps to their feet and a loud cheer can be heard shooting the world's most famous arena. As the guitars kick in Drake Green steps out from the entrance onto the stage and the crowd starts chanting.]
Crowd: Drake! Drake! Drake!
[Green, with a large smile, walks toward the center of the stage near the top of the ramp. He stands, clad in his black wrestling tights with a large blue nautical star on each leg, in the center of the ramp. His black boots have blue kick-pads on the front and he is wearing black wristbands. He raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the roof, just in time for the pyrotechnics to match the loud bass drum beats of his theme song.]
POP! POP! POP! POP!
POP! POP! POP! POP!
[After the last thud of the bass drum Drake thrusts his right fist into the the air, punching the world in front of him, as the guitars kick back in with the heavy riff that defines the rest of his walk toward the ring.]
Stuffher: Making his way to the ring is the challenger, hailing from Chicago, IL. Weighing in at 230 pounds...Drake Green!
[The crowds cheer as Drake makes his way down to the ring slapping the hands of fans on either side of the ramp as his theme song plays. He walks up the steel steps and slides in between top and middle rope. He walks over to the corner and steps up one second rope and raises arms again for the crowd.]
Crowd: Drake! Drake! Drake!
[He jumps down off of the rope and leans up against the turnbuckle, waiting for his opponent's introduction.]
Promo: Listen to the crowd! They are really responding to Drake's high energy style and entrance. Although falling just under the weight limit and technically a cruiser-weight, Drake considers himself a top heavyweight contender in both BACW and NWA.
E.D: Drake looks extremely focused tonight and although he is aloof outside of the ring, once the bell rings he is 100% in the moment so don't be fooled by all of the drinking.
Promo: You can't be serious.
E.D: You can perform and be drunk...
Promo: Really?
E.D: I'm doing it right now.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Referee: Let's get it on!
Promo: The two men lockup and Green forces Jackson into the corner but he breaks the hold clean and backs away.
Crowd: Let's go Drake! Let's go Drake! Let's go Drake!
Promo: They lockup again and this time Jackson gets him in a side headlock but Green shoves him into the corner and connects with a series of shoulder bocks.
[Green whips the champ into the opposite corner with a THUD and charges in but Jackson catches him with a float over spinning head scissors takeover!]
Crowd: BOO!
[Flipping off the crowd, Jackson then hits a clothesline and tosses the challenger into the corner with ruthless aggression.]
THUD!
Jackson: CHARGE!!!!
[Signaling to the crowd, Jackson hits a corner splash and then follows up but Green counters.]
Promo: Now in control Drake tosses Jackson out to the floor and this allows Jackson to recover while he continues to taunt the crowd.
----Split Screen Shows Spectre entering the arena----
Crowd: POP!
[Back from the double screen break Drake has taken control by hitting a running clothesline for a 1.. 2.. near fall but the champion kicks out with plenty of time to spare.]
Promo: Green rakes his fingers across Jackson's face and hitting a back suplex...
BOOM!
Promo: ...Jackson seems a bit surprised.
E.D: Springboard leg drop to the back of a hunched over Jackson and we have a press!
Referee: 1... 2...
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: Another near fall and mounting Jackson, Green reigns down right hands, and then stomps on the champ relentlessly.
Crowd: Drake! Drake! Drake!
[With the crowd behind him, Green head butts Jackson and then he bows to the crowd before choking Jackson with both hands.]
Referee: Break the hold! 1... 2... 3!!!
[Releasing the hold Jackson continues to press the action.]
Promo: Drake Green is leaving it all inside the ring!
E.D: He better not let up because Jackson is a very dangerous man even when he's injured.
[Inside the ring, Green hit's a reverse bulldog for another 1... 2... 3... near fall and then fastens in a chin lock.]
E.D: Reversal by Jackson!
[Twisting and turning, Jackson puts Green in a half nelson but Drake fights up to his feet and breaks the hold with a few back elbows. Jackson then attempts to bounce off the ropes but Green grabs him by the hair and slams him to the mat.]
THUD!
Promo: The challenger puts the boots to Jackson and attempts to whip the champion into the ropes but Sean counters into a short arm clothesline!
E.D: What unbelievable countering action!
[Both men get back to their feet and exchange right hands in the center of the ring until Jackson attempts to whip Green into the ropes but he reverses it only to eat a flying forearm from Sean!]
Crowd: BOO!
E.D: Sean motions to the crowd that's he's going to pick up the pace.
Promo: Jackson follows up with an atomic drop and then a leg drop to the sternum and finally a sliding dropkick!
Crowd: Let's go Drake! Let's go Drake! Let's go Drake!
[As the crowd tries to get behind the challenger, Jackson hits a leaping mule kick and hooks the legs.]
E.D: Shoulders to the canvas!
Referee: ONE! TWO!!
Crowd: THREE!!!
Referee: TWO!!
Crowd: POP!
Promo: Kick out and this one's going to continue.
[Pulling the challenger from his back, Jackson attempts to whip Drake into the corner but he reverses it and charges but Jackson catches him with a boot.]
E.D: I hate him but man is Sean Jackson crafty.
[Jackson then springs to the top turnbuckle and dives off with a Splash!
Promo: We have a press!
Referee: 1...2...
E.D: NO!!!
Promo: Green kicks out!
[Going to the well once again, Jackson attempts to whip Drake into the corner again and again Green counters but this time Sean goes for the float over head scissors and Green re-counters by hitting a killer DVD!]
Promo: This could be it!!
Referee: 1... 2...
E.D: Kick out again!
Crowd: BOO!
Referee: TWO!!
Promo: Closing in fast, Green immediately locks in the camel clutch and this is going to sap some of the energy from Sean Jackson.
[Struggling towards the apron, Jackson finally gets his fingers on the bottom rope and Green starts to show some frustration as the referee forces him to break the hold.]
E.D: Drake Green needs to relax or he's going to make a crucial mistake and one that could cost him the match.
[Reaching down deep, Green hits a big uppercut and then he lifts Jackson up to the top rope and connects with another uppercut.]
Crowd: OH!
Promo: The challenger now climbs up with Jackson and attempts a superplex...
Crowd: OOOOH!!!
E.D: NO! Jackson blocks it and...
KABOOM!
E.D: Hits a front superplex off the top!
Promo: No way he kicks out this time!
Referee: 1... 2...
Crowd: THREE!!!
E.D: NO!
Promo: Green gets his foot on the bottom rope!
E.D: I don't believe it.
Promo: Neither do I!
[After slapping his hands together three times, Jackson is showing some frustration at Green escaping the pin so he attempts his Long Horn finisher but Green blocks it and hits his version of the face buster!]
Promo: Face first into the canvas and we HAVE A NEW EMPIRE STATE CHAMPION!!!
Referee: 1... 2...
E.D: NO!!!!!
Promo: Are you kidding me? Jackson kicks out and this match is going to continue!
E.D: Is Drake going up top?
Promo: He most certainly is!
[Arching backwards into a high moonsault Jackson moves out of the way but Green lands on his feet. Drake charges at Jackson but runs right into a back elbow and then Sean springs off the middle rope into a power elbow to the chest.]
BOOM!!!
Promo: WHOA!!! Green moves out of the way and immediately covers Jackson again!
E.D: The referee is in perfect position.
Referee: 1... 2...
Promo: Jackson just will not stay down.
E.D: What's stopping this guy from quitting I just don't know.
[Twisting his finger into the air, Drake goes for his finisher but Jackson counters into a Hurricanrana!]
Crowd: BOO!!!
Promo: What the hell is he doing out here?
[Coming down the isle drinking vodka from the bottle is the gypsy who goes by the name of Aleskei.]
E.D: Maybe he's lost? Get it! Gypsy! Lost!
Promo: What would I do without you to call the color?
E.D: I don't know but I pray to God these BACW fans never find out.
[Not seeing Aleskei, Jackson unloads with an Irish whip sending Drake into Aleskei who had gotten up on the apron!]
Promo: NO!!!!
E.D: Reversal by Green!
SmAAAAAsHH!!!
Promo: Aleskei just smashed the vodka bottle over Sean's head.
[Stumbling back into the ring on wobbly legs, Drake hits his finisher clean on the champion...]
Promo: Aleskei is getting into the ring!!
E.D: This is going to be a classic BACW ending!
[...and then dropkicks Aleskei through the ropes and climbs up top!]
E.D: Flying elbow hits the mark!
Promo: Drake Green hooks the leg!
Referee: 1... 2...
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: I don't believe it! We have a brand new Empire State Champion!
Crowd: YEAH!!!!!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Your winner & NEW Empire State Champion: Drake Green.
Crowd: BIGGER POP!!!!
[Taking the title and getting out of Dodge as Jackson gets to his feet, Sean looks up and sees the replay. Pulling on his hair and kicking the ropes, Jackson calls for the microphone and demands Mr. Batee's presence.]
Sean Jackson: BATEE!!!! BATEE!!!!! BAAATTTEEE!!!!! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!!
Promo: He's lost it.
E.D: When did he ever have it?
Jackson: Batee, if you're not going to come out here then I'm going to keep talking until you do!!! See I earned a shot at the BACW Heavyweight championship and it was supposed to take place tonight at Grinder! Now I know Spectre is in the back cowering in a corner but until he gets out here and puts his belt on the line I am not leaving!
Crowd: BOO!
[The curtains remain still and there is no sign of Spectre...]
Jackson: Fine Spectre! Have it your way! And just so you know, in front of the largest BACW crowd in Grinder history, you just showed everyone just how yellow you really are!
[And just as Sean is about to drop the microphone through the crowd comes BACW's Heavyweight Champion The Spectre still in his street clothes.]
Crowd: MEGA POP!!!
[Tearing off his button down and shedding his championship belt, Spectre gets up on the apron, throws the title into the ring and calls for the bell himself.]
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin!
Promo: It wasn't booked! It wasn't approved by Mr. Batee but Spectre as the champion can indeed put his own title on the line at any BACW event he wishes!
E.D: Spectre is letting Sean Jackson lead him down the path of no good! After all he's got a world championship match coming up next!
[Charging into the center of the ring, the lights start to flicker and then the entire arena goes dark.]
Promo: Folks I think I hear something inside the ring...
[And then the voice of The Master echoes throughout the speakers and a chilling word is heard over and over again.]
The Master: EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!! EXTERMINATE!!!
BOOM!
THUD!!
CRUNCH!!!
Promo: The lights come back on and...
E.D: What the hell?
[Inside the ring, Spectre is flat on his back knocked out cold and Sean Jackson who also isn't moving is lying on top of him. Confused and hesitant to get down on his knees, the referee reluctantly hits the canvas three times and calls for the bell.]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: Did that just happen?
E.D: I think it just did.
Stuffher: Your winner of the contest, and NEW BACW Heavyweight Champion – Sean Jackson!
Crowd: BOO!!!
E.D: Sean Jackson has defeated Spectre with help from I assume The Master and The Monster but what does this mean for Grinder? I mean Spectre isn't booked to appear in the cage but he doesn't have a belt!
Promo: It means if Jackson wins Grinder, he won't have to fight anyone for the championship next month.
E.D: I knew he was smart, but I had no idea he was capable of pulling off something like this.
Promo: Do you think Jackson is in cahoots with The Master and The Monster?
E.D: Think? It's pretty clear to me he just might be and if he is Mr. Batee just granted him a shot at his own title guaranteeing him that Sean won't have to defend the belt for three months!
Promo: That could cripple this promotion!
E.D: This can't be good for BACW.
WOOOSH!
Interview with Candice Hoffman: The Spectre
[Moments ago...]
Candice: Hello fan-boys and fan-girls. This is your roving X-Zone reporter Candice Hoffman, and here with me is the individual who will be taking on the current NWA Heavyweight Champion Spike Staggs later this evening. I am talking about none other than BACW's own 9-TIME Heavyweight Champion- The Spectre. Welcome back, Spectre!
[Spectre steps into view and the BACW crowd goes ballistic.]
Candice: Spectre, after your much publicized and documented injuries you have suffered the past couple of months and your rather strange disappearance from the hospital and again immediately after the last TVMA, the question everyone wants to know is... have you completely recovered and will we see the "old" Spectre that we all know and love?
[Spectre cracks a smirk, and then begins to speak.]
Spectre: Hmmm... the "old" Spectre? Well that depends on your point of view, Candice? Old as in 2007, old? Old as in 2004, old, when I wasn't even around BACW? Or hell, let's go alllll the way back to 1992, when I was first "conceived"!
Candice: Conceived? You sure look older than 20 years old.
Spectre: No, no, no! Not conceived SEXUALLY! I'm talking about conceived in the mind of some guy named Jeremiah Zachary Seth Collins.
Candice: Do what?!?
Spectre: Yeah, I'm not real, you're not real. This arena isn't real. We're all just...figments of people's.... im-ag-i-na-tion....woooooooooooo!
Candice: What the... Are you for real?
Spectre: I just told you I wasn't, Candice. No....wait...let me test that theory of mine.
[Spectre rams his head into the nearest wall putting a dent in it.]
Spectre: Nope, that's real alright. Guess I was wrong.
Candice: But...Spectre! You just got over your head injuries, and here you go, tempting fate, by ramming your head into a wall? What if there had been a wall stud there?
Spectre: Meh, if all those concussions didn't screw me up permanently, nothing will. To answer your question just a bit more specifically... the problems I have been having....seemed to have fixed themselves over time. The memories I have forgotten have, for the most part come back. That's not to say I am 100 percent. But I am DAMN sure not going to let some doctor tell me that I cannot perform in tonight's match. Batee already screwed me, one of his most loyal employees, out of an opportunity to become the first 3-time Grinder winner in BACW's history, and I'll be damned if I am going to miss out on participating at The Grinder. I was brought in at last year's Grinder, but at the last minute was told plans had been scrapped. So this year I planned to make up for it by WINNING the whole damn thing! Now that those plans have been flushed down the toilet, it seems as if my current destiny is needed elsewhere... In the form of the NWA Heavyweight Title!
And let me just say this... win or lose tonight...whether I REALLY want that title or not... is irrelevant when compared to fact that after tonight... the WORLD will know The Spectre, and the world will know BACW!
Candice: So are you saying you DON'T want to be NWA Heavyweight Champion?
Spectre: I didn't say that, but then didn't say I DID either. Look, NO ONE knows what I really want except me. And Spike Staggs, if he has any sort of intelligence, then he'll be prepared for just about anything from me. Cause if he doesn't then this NWA Heavyweight Title match will be much shorter than it already is going to be.
Candice: Sounds like your return to old form is complete?
[Then over the PA Spectre can hear in the background...]
Jackson: Batee, if you're not going to come out here then I'm going to keep talking. See I earned a shot at the BACW Heavyweight championship and it was supposed to take place tonight at Grinder! Now I know Spectre is in the back cowering in a corner but until he gets out here and puts his belt on the line I am not leaving!
Crowd: BOO!
Spectre: Hold on Candice... Did I just hear Sean Jackson correctly?
[The curtains remain still and there is no sign of Spectre...]
Candice: I believe he just called you out.
Jackson: Fine Spectre! Have it your way! And just so you know, in front of the largest BACW crowd in Grinder history, you just showed everyone just how yellow you really are!
Spectre: Yellow? THAT'S SON OF A BITCH! This interview is OVER!
[Dropping his duffle bag, Spectre bolts down the nearest entrance way and begins to make his way through the crowd.]
WOOOSH!
CO-MAIN EVENT: NWA World Heavyweight Championship
Spike Staggs (c)
Vs.
Spectre
[As a groggy Spectre slowly gets to his feet the lights go completely black, as white strobes flash on the stage. A red spotlight shines on the curtains as "Get Up" by Korn and Skrillex plays. Once the music picks up, Spike shoves the curtains aside, and walks out onto the stage. He smiles at the fans, who cheer, as he points out across the audience. He hoists up the NWA World Heavyweight Championship before resting it back on his shoulder. His smile fades as he dashes down to the ring, sliding in underneath the ropes.]
Promo: Looks as if Spike Staggs is taking advantage of The Monster's handy work.
E.D: It's not Spike's fault Spectre let his temper get the best of him and he should be thanking his lucky stars that he still has a chance to win the world title.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is our Co-Main Event of the evening and it will be for the National Wrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Championship!
Crowd: POP!
Stuffher: FIGHTING!!!! To my left, he is from parts unknown and is the former BACW Heavyweight Champion! BACW faithful he is The Spectre!
Crowd: POP!!!!!
Stuffher: And his opponent... FIGHTING!!!!! To my right! He is the two time NWA World Heavyweight champion! Representing SCW... This is Spike Staggs!
Crowd: BOO!
Promo: There is no history between the two wrestlers at all. And regardless of what you hear tonight, Spike is a well liked Superstar.
E.D: He's certainly well rounded, specializes in light aerial, technical, and light submissions. He's the real deal and by the looks of Spectre, should have too much of a difficult time retaining his title.
Promo: Staggs is determined to walk out with two championships after this show once more and he is very focused on achieving this goal...
E.D: Think he will do just about anything it takes to get the job done?
Promo: From what I hear he is set on making Spectre pay for his words against him.
[The camera pans to the referee who holds up the title...]
Promo: And there it is! The NWA World Title!
E.D: It's one thing for Batee to not allow Spectre to participate in this year's Grinder match and possibly become the first 3-time Grinder winner in BACW's history; but to see Spectre leave Grinder with absolutely nothing is more than surprising to say the least.
Promo: Spectre has definitely been disappointed at not being allowed to be involved in The Grinder match in some capacity, but I think I may be speaking for a lot of Spectre's fans who have been waiting quite some time for this moment to happen.
E.D.: Yeah, and even if Spectre may or may not have his reservations about wanting to be called NWA Heavyweight Champion as it relates to being associated with being known as a "corporate champion, Spike Staggs better watch his ass tonight. Spectre has NEVER been one to pull punches, back down from a fight, or even do things half-assed. With Spectre in a BACW ring, or ANY ring, for that matter, expect the Purple Haired Freak to deliver an ass kicking!
Referee: Let's get it on!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: And here we GO!
[Once the bell rings, Spike Staggs walks to the center of the ring in an almost menacing manner. He extends his hand out toward a still hazy Spectre as a sign of respect. Spectre looks at the hand, but quickly swings at Spike, hitting him in the side of the head. As Spike reels from it, he surprises everyone by retaliating with a haymaker that is just as hard as Spectre's. With the distraction, Spike leaps onto his opponent's shoulders and comes crashing down with a Hurricanrana that sends Spectre sliding across the ring.]
Promo: Now that's the kind of quickness Spike needs if he's going to defeat one of the BACW's cornerstones.
[Back on his feet and falling back into corner, Spectre taunts Spike begging him to charge.]
E.D: Here comes Staggs!
[Spike leaps into the air looking for a big splash and at the last possible second, Spectre lifts his massive boot hitting Spike right in the face. As Spike staggers to his feet, Spectre bounces off the ropes, and charges at Spike with a powerful clothesline, but Spike ducks it.]
Promo: The champion locks his arms around Spectre's waist and flies back with a powerful German suplex.
E.D: Wow! Did you see the ring shake!?
[Staggs keeps it locked on, and repeats the maneuver much to the displeasure of the crowd.]
Crowd: Let's go Spec-tre let's go! Let's go Spec-tre let's go! Let's go Spec-tre let's go!
[The champ rolls with it once more, completing the triple suplex and walking over to the nearest corner, leaps onto the top ropes. Before planting his feet on the turnbuckle, he simply bounces off of the ropes with a Springboard leg drop to Spectre's already injured head.]
Promo: This could be a quick 123!
E.D: Hooking the leg the referee counts.
Referee: 1! 2!
E.D: He got him!!!
Promo: NO! Kick out by the challenger and this one's going to continue.
[Pulling Spectre to his feet, a double clothesline finds both men down...]
Promo: This match has taken its toll on Spectre but right now it's still anyone's match to win.
[As the two slowly get up from the mat they exchange a few punches from their knees and on the last one, Spectre ducks and Spike connects hard with the referee, knocking him out cold! ]
E.D: I think we are going to have another BACW ending!
[Inside the ropes, Spike looks stunned as his eyes widen but before he can do anything about it, Spectra clubs him hard against the back of the head flinging Spike into the corner, head first and then...]
Crowd: OH!
[...delivers a body separating spear!]
Promo: And there goes Spike Staggs rolling under the ropes and to the outside of the ring.
E.D: Smart move.
[With Spectre refusing to follow, the champion tosses the timekeeper from his chair and folds it up.]
Crowd: BOO!
Promo: Spike better watch out, this match is held under old school rules!
E.D: But he can't lose the title if he's DQ'd remember!?
[Spike slides the chair inside of the ring and then rolls in after it. Taking a deep breath, he leans down to pick it up, but is kicked in the head by the challenger.]
Promo: Spectre has the chair!
E.D: And the referee is still out cold.
[Spike stumbles to his feet, out of it at the moment when Spectre lines him up for the shot, but Spike ducks under the swing. As Spectre turns around, Spike misses with a hard Roundhouse kick and Spectre levels him with a chair shot from hell. Staggs falls forward in Ric Flair like fashion and falling to his knees Spectre hooks the leg trying to live out his childhood dream.]
Promo: Staggs is out cold!
E.D: I think Spectre has this won as the referee is finally looking up through glassy eyes.
Referee: ONE!
Crowd: One!
Referee: TWO!!
Crowd: Two!!
Referee: THREE!!!
Crowd: Three!!!
Referee: Ring the bell!!!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: I don't believe it! Spectre has won the NWA World Heavyweight Championship!
Crowd: POP!!!!
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the bout and NEW NWA World Heavyweight Champion – The Spectre!!!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin!
[Stumbling to his feet and clutching the title tears of joy being rain down the face of one of BACW's most decorated superstars until the referee sees the dented chair inside the ring and immediately yanks the belt away from Spectre.]
Referee: You used a chair and I'm restarting this match!
Spectre: WHAT!!!!!!
Referee: Mr. Batee says old school rules!
Spectre: You're restarting this match over my dead body!!!!
[Spectre gets in the referee's face and as he struggles with him for the belt, Staggs comes from behind and hits his finisher.]
Promo: Not like this!
Referee: ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Crowd: BOO!!!
E.D: You have to be shitting me.
Referee: Ring the bell!!!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the bout and still NWA World Heavyweight Champion – Spike Staggs!
Crowd: LOUDER BOO!
Promo: It appears Mr. Batee's master plan of not only stripping Spectre of his BACW championship but also killing his opportunity to win the world title has come to pass.
E.D: Spectre spent so much time telling the entire NWA how he was going to manipulate it when he became champion that he failed to recognize where he was competing.
Promo: What do you mean?
E.D: BACW is a place where the rules change at the drop of a hat and nothing is ever what it seems to be. In fact, on top of Spectre losing both of his matches tonight, he can't compete in Grinder so his night is virtually over!
Promo: I can't believe Batee just did this to his biggest star.
[As Spike Staggs continues to celebrate in the ring, Spectre can do nothing but head into the back probably more angry than he's ever been in his entire life. He entered Grinder with nothing to lose and everything to gain but left Grinder with everything lost.]
Promo: I'm not a big fan of Spectre but you have to feel for the guy.
E.D: Sometimes you're the windshield and sometimes you're the bug. Welcome to BACW...
Promo: Indeed... Folks let's take a break, because when we return our steel cage will be lowered and it will be time to see who will be named the winner of Grinder 13! We will see you in a few.
WOOOSH!
PRA 4Life
[The scene starts in a locker room where we see Manuel A. Diaria standing in front of the Ultimate Authority who are all seated in folding chairs listening to their leader instruct them.]
Manuel: PRA may be closed but we're not dead. You guys are the best of the best and tonight at Grinder; you have a chance to prove to the world the power that The Ultimate Authority has. Tonight we embark in a journey to the top of the BACW and it all starts with the BACW Heavyweight Championship and to get this you guys need to stick together in this match because I need one of you to become the number one contender and go on to take the title. I hand picked you guys in this elite group and tonight I want to see results.
All Together: SI!
[The camera fades as Manuel continues to his pep talk with his team...]
WOOOSH!
Complete Boob!
[Backstage, Jamie Staggs is seen walking out of Devlin LeFebvre's office with a big smile on his face. He looks back to his brother's girlfriend's brother and nods his head.]
Jamie: You've got it, scro. I already planned to enter this thing, but now I got a reason to really go for it.
[Devlin joins him at the door, leaning against it. He isn't so sure about his choice, but Jamie reassures him.]
Devlin: No, that isn't what I was asking at all, James.
Jamie: James? Who the hell is James? I'm Jamie. Jamie freakin' Staggs, and I came here to win Grinder and to make sure the BACW audience doesn't think of me as the loser who LOST to Mr. Batee last year.
Devlin: Yes, but...
Jamie: Heh... you said "butt".
[Devlin looks a bit annoyed, and attempts to reason with the New X-Tremes resident dumbass. However, as soon as Jamie rolls up his white sleeve to reveal a black arm band reading the letters "N-X-T" on it, he cuts off Devlin.]
Jamie: You came to me to win this thing, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do. Even if I have to take out my own brother or your sister.
Devlin: WOULD YOU LISTEN TO ME?!
[Jamie quickly zips his lips and looks over at the irate man with the funny accent. His eyes widen as he purses his lips delicately so not to get yelled at any further.]
Devlin: I contacted you to compete in Grinder because I want you to keep an eye out for Vixen. I don't want to see any of these unspeakable things happen to her tonight. Afterall, Spike just cut a deal with Mr. Batee saying he won't get inside the cage tonight.
Jamie: So let me get this straight... You called me all the way from Las Vegas to be your sister's bitch boy?
[Devlin tries to think of a nicer way of putting it, but nothing comes to mind. He nods his head as he looks over toward Jamie. Jamie doesn't look too pleased about it, but his desire to make his own brother happy pushes it out of his head quickly.]
Jamie: If I am going to watch out for Vix, then she has to show me her boobs.
Devlin: What?!
[Jamie holds his hands up in surrender as Devlin balls up a fist. Jamie backs up down the hallway, occasionally looking behind himself to make sure he isn't going to fall.]
Jamie: Okay, okay dude... We can compromise. How about one boob?
Devlin: No!
Jamie: Side boob?
[Devlin growls and Jamie squeaks before running off down the hallway. Devlin puts his palm against his face and shakes his head in agony.]
WOOOSH!
Grinder Steel Cage: #1 Contender Match
30 Man Bleed & You're Out
Promo: Welcome back from the break and as you can see our Grinder Steel cage has settled into place so let's go up into the ring and see who will be our first two competitors!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: BACW fans, THIS is our main event of the evening and it will be held under first blood rules adding a wrestler to the cage every three minutes. This means that once you bleed, you will be asked to leave the cage. At the end of the night, the winner of this contest will be BACW's #1 contender!!!
Crowd: POP!
Stuffher: Now coming down the isle in the number one position... Put your hands together for the ladies man - Magnum Randell!
Crowd: MEGA POP!!! Mag-num! Mag-num! Mag-num! Mag-num!
[Jogging down the isle, Randell looks into the camera and says...]
Magnum Randell: Sorry Vixen but I promised Mr. Batee I would take you out in exchange for being reinstated tonight and there's nothing you or Jamie Staggs can do about it!
[Hoping up into the demonic structure, Magnum continues to jog from side to side as the announcers make a few brief comments...]
Promo: So let me get this straight. Mr. Batee rehired Magnum for one night only so he would be guaranteed that Vixen wouldn't win Grinder? Why would he do that?
E.D: Do you really want to see a woman win Grinder?
Promo: Are you seriously asking me that question?
E.D: That's right I'm asking.
Promo: First of all who cares if the winner is a man or a woman and second of all, that woman has more heart than half the men competing tonight.
E.D: Just so you know, if I ever see a pair of tits accompanying the BACW championship belt into that ring, I'm quitting!
Promo: You have no idea how much I want Vixen to win right now.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And entering the cage second... She is the SCW Bombshell champion and current NWA World Cruiserweight champion - this is the lovely VIXEN!
Crowd: POP!
[Up the stairs and into the rusted steel cage, Vixen looks across the ring at the former NWA World Heavyweight champion, removes her belts and blows him a kiss.]
Crowd: You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore!
Promo: What a huge reaction for Vixen!
E.D: She could eat crackers all day in my bed and I wouldn't complain a bit.
Crowd: Fight! Fight! Fight!
Referee: Close the cage and let's get it on!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: The bell has officially rung and here we go!
[Charging hard Magnum quickly tries to bum rush Vixen against the cage but the hardcore diva blocks the attempt and comes off the panel taking out Randell with a low drop kick to the knees. Pulling Magnum off the logo, Vixen goes to clotheslines the former world champion but Randell counters with a whirly bird that sends Vixen skidding across the corner.]
Crowd: Let's go Magnum! Let's go Vix! Let's go Magnum! Let's go Vix! Let's go Magnum! Let's go Vix!
Promo: Vixen with a kip up and two instantaneously exchange punches as Vixen backs up into the corner.
E.D: Rake of eye by Vixen lands look out!
Promo: Brain buster connects!
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is The Phantom!
[As Phantom of the Opera plays without the words, into the cage stomps the mammoth blood drinking mad man.]
E.D: We have seen The Phantom drink Vixen's blood on two shows so far and by the look of the fork in his hands, its dinner time.
Promo: Vixen leaves a stunned Randell against the turnbuckle and attacks with side kicks to The Phantom finishing up with a few aggressive chops.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!
Promo: Rake of the nails down the back and The Phantom goes to one knee!
E.D: Vixen should have done a better job on keeping Randell down because here comes the former World champion.
[From behind, Magnum goes on the offensive clubbing Vixen to the canvas courtesy of a double ax handle.]
Magnum: Get the bitch up!
[Forming a temporary bond, Randell and Phantom work over Vixen in the corner kicking the shit of bombshell with hard boots to her ample chest. Bending over, Magnum uses tag rope to choke the life from Vixen while Phantom smothers her with his massive ham hands.]
Promo: I can't believe Spike sold his girlfriend down the river for a win!
E.D: Neither can I... She's a hot piece of ass!!
[Yanking Vixen from the corner by the hair like a crack whore who just stole from her pimp, Randell leans backwards catapulting Vixen into the bottom rope neck first.]
Crowd: DAMN!
Vixen: [Choking and coughing] ...
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and wrestler number four is "Hardworking" Tim Spears!
Crowd: Medium PoP!
[Flying down the isle and into the structure Spears springboards off the top rope and takes out both Phantom and Magnum with a double clothesline!]
Promo: Look at Spears go!
E.D: Don't worry it won't last.
Crowd: Tim! Tim! Tim!
[Pulling on his bright red hair, Spears connects with right hands dropping The Phantom in the corner. Back up and still moving faster than the speed of light, Tim misses a wild haymaker attempt on Randell who was sneaking up from behind.]
E.D: Atomic drop into the cage!!!
Promo: NO! Reversal by Spears and it's Magnum who collides with the cage.
Promo: Here comes Vixen on the other side with fire in her eyes.
[Seeing The Phantom still down in the corner, Vixen tries to grind Phantom's face into the cage but Phantom stops the move by pushing off the mesh.]
Promo: Chop to the chest connects!
Crowd: WOOO!
Promo: Vixen with another chop to Phantom in the corner!
Crowd: WOOO!!
E.D: I think Phantom likes it that sick fuck!
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Jamie Staggs!!
Promo: Hired to make sure Vixen was okay, Jamie goes after Phantom right away with punches in bunches.
[Jamie gets up on the ropes but Vixen bounces off the nylon by accident and crotches Staggs in place. Thanks to the mishap, The Phantom now has Jamie up on his shoulder and tossing him into the cage like a lawn dart, Jamie's head tears open like a cheap bag of chips.]
Stuffher: Jamie Staggs has been eliminated.
E.D: Jamie Staggs is the first wrestler eliminated from this years Grinder and this means without Spike Staggs Vixen is all by herself.
Promo: Hold the phone! Vixen just jumped on the Phantom's back and she's trying to suck the life from his body with a cobra clutch!
E.D: I wish she would suck the...
Promo: Enough!
[With the Phantom now down to one knee, Vixen release the hold and now applying a camel clutch, pulls backwards until the crowd starts to chant...]
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler to enter the 2013 Grinder is Jeremy Knyte!
Crowd: POP! Welcome back! Welcome back!
Promo: One of the original members of BACW, Knyte enters the Grinder with shots to both Phantom and Vixen.
E.D: I thought he was dead!
Promo: A bit out of shape but definitely not dead.
[Spears, Vixen and Knyte are wrapped up in the cage while Phantom is trying to toss Randell into the jagged mesh.]
Promo: Knyte slams Vixen's s head into the cage panel and she could be cut!
[Looking the referee pulls back her head and says...]
Referee: NO BLOOD!
Crowd: POP!
[Falling to the canvas, Vixen rolls to her back and through dazed eyes looks up at the lights.]
E.D: Can I ask you a question Paul?
Promo: Sure...
E.D: If Vixen was on the rag and her tampon fell out could she be eliminated?
Promo: I'm not answering that question.
[As the match continues and the action picks up, the fans let the wrestlers know another addition is about to be made.]
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is "Knightmare" Todd Knight!
Crowd: Night-mare!! Night-mare!! Night-mare!!
[Running down the isle with the smell of weed in his wake, Knight marches into the cage and begs someone to fight him.]
Promo: Not wasting any time, Todd unloads with a double clothesline on Phantom and Spears sending them both flat on their backs.
[Using the ropes to get to his feet, Jeremy wobbles in place...]
E.D: Knyte is way to close to the cage!
ClAnG!!!!
Crowd: OH!!
E.D: Vixen connects with a springboard dropkick from the corner crushing Knyte's head into mesh!
[Practically pulling off Jeremy's eyebrow, the crowd grimaces as the match continues...]
Promo: Blood is now pouring from one of the founding fathers and Vixen has eliminated her first competitor.
Stuffher: Fans, Jeremy Knyte has been eliminated.
[On the far side of the cage, Randell is almost tossed into the cage but he reverses the hold only to be hit in the junk by Vixen. Returning the favor from before, Vixen double stomps Magnum's crotch and then driver the toe of her boot up his ass as the time expires once again.]
Promo: Vixen has snapped!
E.D: Yeah but I bet Randell is enjoying every minute of it.
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is JACK KRAVEN!!!!!
Crowd: HUGE POP!!!!!
Promo: Kraven has returned to BACW and has entered himself into The Grinder!
E.D: Listen to this place go wild!
Crowd: JACK! JACK! JACK!
Promo: This certainly is night when the stars are all coming out.
[Inside the cage, Phantom is shocked at the return of Kraven and is yelling at Jack to get into the cage. Kraven tells the big man to bring it and he and Phantom immediately begin to exchanging rights and lefts.]
Mangum: NO!!
Promo: What's this?
E.D: Why is Randell breaking it up?
[Pushing Magnum to the side, Kraven drives home a few knees and finishes the job with a wicked uppercut. Phantom is nearly busted open by the cage but somehow manages not to spill his blood.]
Promo: Jack Kraven with a few more rights to Phantom and look at Jack go!
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is "The Queen of Hardcore" Roxanne Logan!
[The queen of extreme charges the cage with a quick spinning fist to Jack Kraven and wanting to be the only extreme bitch in the house, tosses Vixen into the corner. Seeing the woman having too much fun by themselves, Todd Knight joins in delivering a running knee lift to Jack Kraven who had the same idea.]
Crowd: OOO!
[After executing a text book pile driver, Magnum continues to work over Spears on the panel of the cage that's closest to the announcers.]
Promo: Randell has Spears by the head but can't slam him into the cage.
E.D: How Tim Spears is still in this I just don't know. I mean what's the guy a buck ten wet?
Promo: Elbow to the gut of Magnum and Spears unloads with a swinging neck breaker.
Crowd: YEAH!!!!
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Roman Cruz!
Promo: Who?
E.D: Doesn't he play for the Giants?
Promo: I believe Victor Cruz plays for the Giants.
E.D: Hmm...
[After doing the Salsa on the outside Cruz starts working over Jack Kraven against the ropes and then turns his attention to a worn out Spears. On the opposite side of the cage, Randell is still trying to keep his agreement with Mr. Batee by eliminating Vixen.]
Promo: Irish whip into the ropes and here comes Vixen on the rebound!
THUD!
Promo: High back body drop by Randell connects and mounting the SCW Bombshell, Magnum tries to strangle her with his boot.
[The cage is getting crowded and with only two wrestlers eliminated, it's not time to add another.]
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Sean Jackson!
Promo: The buzzer sounds and here comes the BACW Heavyweight champion!
E.D: You mean the luckiest man alive?
Promo: Indeed I do.
[Sean Jackson comes in hard with a few Irish whip tilt-o-whirl back breakers to Phantom and Randell and this instantly slows down the action. Moving methodically through the cage, Jackson then takes out Vixen with a running knee and drop kicking Todd Knight across the ring – it's clear that the champ is HERE!]
Promo: Sean delivers a with open hand chops!
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
[With Knight gripping his swollen chest in pain, Jackson sends Roxanne into Todd Knight and the two crack heads.]
Crowd: OH!
Promo: I don't know if that was supposed to happen.
[Holding his hand over his nose, you can see the blood pouring through his fingers and unfortunately for the Knightmare - the show is over.]
Stuffher: Todd Knight has been eliminated.
Todd Knight: DAMN IT!
Crowd: BOO!
Promo: So far Jamie Staggs, Jeremy Knyte, and Todd Knight have been eliminated and this leaves us with Randell, Vixen, Phantom, Spears, Kraven, Roxanne, Cruz, and Jackson! Who do you think will be eliminated next?
E.D: Next one who bleeds?
Promo: Very funny!
[Still taking people out is Sean Jackson who leans into a few more forearm chest chops to Roxanne as she teeters up against the cage. Body slam practically breaks the former BACW star in half and dropping over top, Jackons tea bags her.]
Crowd: One more time! One more time! One more time!
E.D: Think I can join the Grinder?
[With Roxanne full of Sean's funk, Jackson backs up and racing across the ring, drives home a nasty kick to Roxanne's face that splits her eye open like a can of pea soup. The blood comes spewing out like a fountain pen as the referee comes to her aid.]
Promo: Roxanne is out!
Crowd: BOO!
E.D: I guess you could say she was tagged and bagged.
Stuffher: Roxanne has been eliminated.
E.D: Look at this Paul... Cruz and Phantom are going after Sean Jackson!
[Beating down the champion, Sean is dumped all over the ring like an unwanted stepchild.]
Promo: Body slams! Suplexes! And super kicks oh my!
E.D: Everything connects and through it all Jackson manages not to bleed.
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Severi Storm!
[Pumped up and ready to get it on, Storm goes after Cruz and Spears right away with alternating punches. Boot to the stomach of Spears leads to a face plant and moonsaulting off the turnbuckle Storm continues to fight the good fight.]
Crowd: OH!
Promo: From behind is a still injured Sean Jackson and down goes Storm.
E.D: Irish whip into the cage by Jackson!
Promo: No reversal!
[Re-directing the move, Storm puts Sean Jackson in the corner and hits a series of shoulder charges while Randell and Vixen are trying to pick up Severi in an attempt to plow his mug into the cage.]
Promo: Severi Storm breaks out and hits a speedy chop to Vixen's chest breaking half the double team.
Crowd: OH!
E.D: Storm gets a handful and I think we are going to add yet another wrestler to the Grinder.
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Promo: The cage is getting tight!
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Chris Ross!
Crowd: POP!
Chris Ross: ROOOOAR!
E.D: Lucky 13 is Chris Ross!
[The massive Ross steps in and instantaneously hits some big rights to Vixen dropping her dead in her tracks. Severi Storm isn't impressed and interrupts with rights of his own to Ross while on the opposite side of the cage Randell again is tossed to the cage but still manages not to bleed. Pulling off some impressive offense Jack Kraven then tosses Phantom to the adjacent wall as the crowd continues to cheer.]
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin!
Promo: This place has exploded and once again The Phantom is now on the move with a shoulder charge blocking Jack Kraven's attack.
E.D: Kraven and Phantom are now climbing the cage but Jack yanks The Phantom back into the ring by the tights with a nasty THUD!
Crowd: OH!
[After arching his back in pain, The Phantom somehow staggers to his feet and falling into the corner becomes a sitting duck for a Kraven spear. Off the ropes and charging in with all his might, Kraven misses the spear and collides right onto the steel ring post face first.]
Crowd: OOOH!
Promo: Jack head breaks open like a Walking Dead zombie and that's all she wrote.
Crowd: Jack! Jack! Jack!
Stuffher: Jack Kraven has been eliminated.
Crowd: BOO!
Promo: What a great effort by Jack Kraven.
E.D: Great effort but remember kids, there's no prize for second place!
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Jace!
[Jace fires himself into the cage like a 22 and goes to work with a 619 to Randell and another 619 to Chris Ross who just got tangled up too.]
Promo: Ross falls backwards into the center of the ring and Jace is going up top of the cage!
Crowd: WHOAAAAAAA!!!!
E.D: This kid is fearless!
BOOM!!!
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
E.D: Jace with a double stomp to the chest from 15 feet up and I think he just broke a few of Chris' ribs!
Promo: Ross is spitting up blood!
Stuffher: Chris Ross has been eliminated.
[Rolling to his side and needing the aid of the referee to exit the cage, the Grinder has claimed yet another victim.]
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Escobar.
[Hearing his name, Ross pushes the medics out of his way and gets back into the cage with blood still coming from his mouth.]
Chris Ross: NO!!!
E.D: Ross is coming back in!
Promo: And he's got Severi Storm by the head and he's practically taking his face apart with the aid of the cage!
[Grinding Storm's face into the mesh, it comes apart like pulled pork.]
E.D: I think I'm going to be sick.
Stuffher: Severi Storm has been eliminated!
[After a few minutes of forcing Ross out of the cage, the countdown continues once again...]
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is former NWA World Heavyweight Champion - Bobby Briggs!
[As they force Ross into the back, Briggs tries to trash talk Sean Jackson and swinging the door closed, Booby is blasted in the face. Falling out of the cage and now looking up at the lights, Briggs can feel his own blood running down the side of his cheeks.]
Stuffher: Bobby Briggs has been eliminated.
Crowd: BOO!!
Promo: Now that has to be the most disappointing thing I have seen all night.
E.D: The way I see it Paul I'm one more wrestler closer to a drink.
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is David 14!
Crowd: POP!
E.D: Didn't the buzzer just go off?
Promo: Clearly it's an error but here comes David 14 and he's tossing a steel chair over the top and into the cage!
WHACK!!!
Crowd: OH!
E.D: What an idiot! David 14 just hit Escobar in the back of the head! His partner is busted open and the referee is asking Escobar to leave the cage.
Promo: He just took out his own stable-mate!
E.D: So much for all for one and one for all.
Promo: It was clearly a mistake.
E.D: Tell that to Escobar.
Stuffher: Escobar has been eliminated.
[As Escobar argues with David 14 in Spanish the countdown goes off once again with the wrestlers still inside the ring tearing each other apart like a pack of wild dogs.]
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Darrel Besolve!
Crowd: MEGA POP!!!
Promo: WHAT!!!
E.D: Are you kidding me!!!
[Ironman by Black Sabbath hits the PA and out walks one of the most decorated wrestlers in professional wrestling history. Opening his massive wing span, Besolve points to the cage and begins to claim victory.]
E.D: He's back in BACW and listen to the cheers for Darrel Besolve!!
Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!
Promo: I don't believe it! The Boy Wonder has returned to where it all began for him and this right here E.D. is where Grinder is going to get interesting.
[As Besolve steps up the stairs, Magnum Randell drop kicks the door into Darrel's face. Falling backwards and smacking his head on the cement, Darrel is knocked out cold and busted open bad!]
Crowd: BOO!
Stuffher: Darrel Besolve had been eliminated.
E.D: I didn't even have time to scratch my sack!
Promo: Bleed and you're out.
E.D: Jesus that was like premature ejaculation.
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is DVD!
[After a small series of moves, DVD quickly goes after Jace and Vixen with a pair of quick spinning side walk slams that bring the crowd to their feet.]
Promo: What's wrong Eric?
E.D: I'm still disappointing with Besolve.
Promo: Maybe you can get his autograph later?
E.D: Maybe...
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Dante!
Crowd: POP!
Promo: The 20th wrestler has entered the Grinder and I'm going to go out on a limb saying we are looking at the winner.
E.D: Dante? Are you high?!
Promo: Yes Dante... and no I am not high. He's bigger than most and with Briggs and Besolve out of the running, who else can stop him?
E.D: Even though I hate him, I still believe Sean Jackson is going home with the win.
[When Dante hits the cage, everyone goes after him and he starts fighting them off one by one. Dante tosses Cruz into the cage busting him open. Dante also tosses Phantom into the cage busting him open too.]
Promo: The place is going crazy the blood is flying!!!
E.D: I think I just swallowed some of The Phantom's blood.
Promo: It was nice knowing you.
E.D: Thank you for the words of encouragement.
Stuffher: Roman Cruz and The Phantom have been eliminated.
Promo: Twelve wrestlers have been eliminated and with ten more still waiting in the back Grinder has eclipsed the half way point.
E.D: That was at fifteen you idiot.
Promo: Sorry.
[Yanking Vixen up by her hair, Dante whips her into the cage like a rag doll until Magnum gets involved with a drop kick from behind.]
Promo: What's Randell doing?
E.D: Batee told him specifically to be the one who eliminated Vixen or this would be the last time he would be allowed inside a BACW ring.
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Drake Green!
Crowd: POP!
[With the crowd going crazy, Jace is kicked out by Magnum who just dragged his face across all four sides of the cage. Collapsing on the ground, the run for Jace is now over.]
Promo: Magnum Randell has been in this cage since the beginning and if he manages to win tonight, it will be the first time that I have witnessed someone enter first and win.
E.D: There's still a lot of brutality to go but I agree, it would be a very impressive feet.
Stuffher: Jace has been eliminated.
Crowd: BOO!!
[With Dante down, a recovering Vixen attempts to place him in a Boston crab when...]
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Azrael!
Crowd: POP! Welcome Back! Welcome Back! Welcome Back!
Promo: Azrael makes his return to the ring and what a time to do so!
E.D: Its The Grinder Paul what did you expect?
Promo: Azrael enters the cage and...
Crowd: OH!
Promo: Is blasted with a DVD Crescent kick!
E.D: Nighty night rabbit.
[After not getting much air time, DVD unloads with kicks to Green, Randell and just because he can he finishes off Azrael with a football punt to the head.]
Crowd: OOO!
E.D: What's Jackson doing?
Promo: I don't know but he's now on top of Vixen and pounding the shit out of her face but Vixen is saved by DVD who comes in from behind.]
Crowd: POP!
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Limp!
Crowd: [Stomping their feet] ...
[With the crowd pumped up, Limp goes after DVD with repeated uppercuts and turning to his left lands a few more to Sean Jackson while David 14 and Dante now go toe to toe. The cage shakes back and fourth and as the battle rages on, we add another to the slaughter.]
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is BACW's Living Legend! Michael "Snake Eyes" Cavenaugh!
Crowd: BIGGEST POP of the NIGHT!!!
Promo: He's here! He's here! I don't believe it he's here!
E.D: Holy man crush would you relax.
Promo: I heard the rumors! I heard the dirt sheets! They all were predicting his return to the ring but never in a million years did I think he would come! The roof has been blown off the Garden and Michael Snake Eyes Cavenaugh has returned to BACW!!!!
[Entering the cage, Cavenaugh just starts cleaning house as wrestlers begin to fall at his side like in the TV show Spartacus. Now in possession of the chair, Limp is trying to eliminate Sean Jackson as yet another is brought in from the back.]
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Lucifer!
[Smashing his fist into anything that moves Lucifer goes after Randell and Vixen who are tangled up in the ropes fighting each other to what seems to be hours. In the opposite corner, Drake Green is trying to eliminate Sean Jackson with a sling shot but Jackson holds onto the ropes blocking the move. Losing his grip Drake must release the hold and this allows Sean to drive his knee into his throat.]
Promo: Look at the time...
E.D: Batee is packing them in like sardines!
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Chris Xtreme!
Crowd: You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore!
[Down the isle comes Xtreme as Azrael tosses Lucifer into the cage head first and DVD celebrates the blood squirting from Lucifier's forehead.]
Stuffher: Lucifer has been eliminated.
Promo: Lucifer really didn't get a chance to get started.
E.D: When the cage fills up like it's been doing, sometimes those are just the breaks.
[David 14 is thrown through the cage opening and as Azrael reaches outs to slam the door on his head, Drake Green pushes him out sending Azrael face first onto the stairs opening up a nasty gash on his arm.]
Promo: The referee signals that Azrael must leave.
E.D: He's been eliminated!!!
Stuffher: Azrael has been eliminated.
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is The Reaper!
Crowd: BOO!
Promo: I thought Barnes was The Reaper?
E.D: According the eWrestling.Org website Michael Barnes is dead.
Promo: So how...
E.D: The man is wearing a mask Paul... For God sake use your brain!
[The humongous Reaper connects with a big uppercut to David 14 and brain busting him on a barbwire bat he brought into the ring, David 14 barely misses the weapon.]
E.D: David 14 was inches away from elimination but it's not over.
Promo: The Reaper now has David 14 and Randell pinned against the cage and as he goes to connect with the barbwire bat...
Crowd: POP!
E.D: Here comes Chris Xtreme from behind!
Promo: Reaper spins and...
CrAcK!!!!
Promo: The blood flies and Chris Xtreme out!!!
E.D: What a moron! He ran right into the barb wire bat!!
Crowd: Chris! Chris! Chris!
Promo: After King of the Death Matches, this guy can do no wrong.
Stuffher: Chris Xtreme has been eliminated.
[Inside the ring Limp fight back with a big uppercut to The Reaper who is forced to drop his barbwire bat.]
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and the next wrestler is Asesino!
[As Asesino's name is called, Dante picks up the dented steel cage and blasting Limp across the side of his head, Limp's brain practically spills from his skull.]
Stuffher: Limp has been eliminated.
Promo: Jesus that was nasty.
[The chaos continues as wrestlers continue bounding each other off the cage in hopes of drawing blood. Panning around ringside you can see the splatter marks on the faces of the ringside fans who are smiling from ear to ear.
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: The time has expired and number twenty nine is Aleksei Koji.
Crowd: BOO!
[Out from the curtain, Koji starts attacking Limp who was coming up the ramp after being eliminated when inside the ring Asesino receives a strained of barbwire to the back. Tearing a flap of skin off his lat, Asesino is quickly removed from the cage before he bleeds out.]
Stuffher: Asesino has been eliminated.
Promo: Look at Cavenaugh go.
E.D: He might be old but that crazy bastard is tougher than an old leather shoe.
[Even at his age, Cavenaugh is working over Sean Jackson kicking his back trying to push his face into the cage while The Reaper is working over Randell in the corner as the time expires.]
Crowd: 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Promo: I can't wait to see Mr. Batee's big number thirty!!!
E.D: I bet you its Lee Riel!
Promo: If it is this place will explode!
Stuffher: And the final entrant into this year's Grinder is - Gary Black!
Crowd: BOO!
Promo: What kind of shit is this?
E.D: You just said shit.
Promo: Damn right I fucking said shit!
E.D: Whoa! Calm down.
Promo: Fucking Gary Black?! What the fuck!
[As the fans pelt Gary Black with garbage, he enters the cage and drives home a kick to the head of Magnum and Koji right away.]
Crowd: BOO!
[Turning his attention to Drake Green, the newcomer pins him in the corner and unloads with a few shoulder tackles. Over and to the left, Sean Jackson is trying to toss Dante into the cage when you hear a nasty clang.]
Promo: David 14 has busted open Cavenaugh!
[With blood streaming down his scar riddled forehead, Cavenaugh snatches the chair and swinging for the fences...]
Clang!
E.D: David ducks and Cavenaugh hits DVD!!!!!
Crowd: POP!
Stuffher: Michael Cavenaugh and DVD have been eliminated.
Crowd: BOO!
[Pulling out a pair of coal miner's gloves covered in glass from his tights, Drake Green baits David 14 into the center of the ring and shows him his own crimson. Not seeing the glove Gary Black fires off into the center and his forehead is peeled back by Green too.]
Stuffher: David 14 and Gary Black have been eliminated.
[Aleksei sees the glove and tackling Drake to the canvas, begins to wrestle for the weapon when suddenly the clock starts counting down once again.]
Promo: Why is the clock counting down?
E.D: I have no idea. This match was only booked for 30 men.
Crowd: 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1!!!!
BUZZ!!! Time expires.
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your surprise thirtieth wrestler and FINAL competitor - The Monster!
[Coming out from the back with The Masked Master comes the Masked Monster on a chain. Reaching up, the Master pulls off the Monster's mask and low and behold, it's The Megafreak!]
Promo: Oh my God he's returned!
E.D: I... I...
Promo: You what?
E.D: I just shit my pants.
[With a deformed face, and a stench that could be mistaken for Joan Rivers snatch, the two make their way to the cage where every wrestler still not bleeding stops to take notice.]
The Master: Now my child! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EEEEXTERMINATE!!!!
[The Megafreak plows into the cage like Tommy Lee inside Pam and levels Randell and Green at the same time. At the direction of the Master, The Freak snatches up what's left of the broken chair and stabs Drake Green in the arm drawing blood. Magnum jumps on his back from behind and flinging Randell like a child into the cage the Ladies Man is out too.]
Promo: Magnum is out and his dream of winning Grinder for the first time has finally ended. Entered number one Randell saw twenty three people exit before his number was finally called.
Stuffher: Drake Green and Magnum Randell are eliminated!
[Leaping off the cage Tim Spears drop kicks The Megafreak and that staggers him backwards but not off his feet.]
E.D: I think he just made him mad!
[Charging with the power of an 18 wheeler on crack [cheap pop Mike Johnson] The Megafreak crushes Tim against the cage and sinking his teeth into his ear, tears off a small portion. Leaping into the air and filled with joy The Master yells...]
The Master: MORE! MORE! MORE!!!
Promo: Jesus Christ!
Stuffher: Tim Spears has been eliminated.
E.D: Someone save that piece of ear for poor Timmy Spears.
[Vixen goes up top next, jumps but The Freak swats her away like a mere fly.]
Promo: Here comes Dante!!!
[The Megafreak picks up Dante and tossing him into the cage knocking even a man the size of Dante right the hell out. Aleksei is next to try his hand at the unstoppable Megafreak and with the seat of the chair in his hands blasts The Megafreak in right the hell in the face...]
Crowd: OH!
Nothing!
[He hits him again!]
ClANG!!!!
Crowd: OOO!
Nothing!
[A third time pisses the creature off and snatching the seat from Koji's hands whacks him up side his gypsy head. Aleksei's cheek splits open and as the blood begins to spill yet another wrestler falls to the brutality of The Megarfreak.]
Promo: Can any one stop him?
E.D: I don't think so!
Stuffher: Aleksei Koji has been elinminated.
Promo: From behind it's Vixen with a back breaker to The Megafreak and she might have hurt him!!!
[With the beast down Vixen catches Dante with an elbow and then a last ditch effort Lionsault...]
Crowd: YEAH!
Promo: Vixen is trying to win the entire thing!
Crowd: VIX! VIX! VIX!
[With the crowd chanting her name Vixen sends Sean Jackson to the ring apron and Vixen connects with a springboard drop kick that sends Sean into the cage.]
E.D: She's stalking The Reaper!
Promo: But he has the barbwire bat!
[Vixen with another back breaker to The Reaper but he catches her in the head with the bat. Rolling to her side, Vixen feels the sting and pounding the canvas, her ride is finally over too.]
Promo: Vixen has finally been eliminated but not after giving this crowd one hell of a show.
Stuffher: Next too leave the cage is Vixen.
[Still battling as the Megafreak regains his strength, Sean Jackson and The Reaper exchange shots as the two fight for control over the barbwire bat.]
E.D: The Megafreak is up!
The Master: ATTACK MY CHILD! AAAATTTAAACCCKKK!!!
[The Reaper hears The Master and sends The Megafreak into the corner with a thud.]
The Megafreak: ROOOOOOAR!!!!
E.D: Here he comes!
Promo: Mandible slam on The Reaper! Mandible slam on Dante. Mandible slam on Sean Jackson.
E.D: This man is not from this world!
[The Reaper stumbles to his feet, grabs The Megafreak and pulls him into the cage and connects with a DDT. The Reaper calls for his finisher when The Megafreak suddenly jams his fingers down his throat from his back and after getting to his feet Mandible slams him through the God damn ring! Zooming we can see The Reaper has hit his head on the concrete and is now eliminated.
Promo: Folks this is now between Dante, The Megafreak and Sean Jackson! Any predictions E.D.?
E.D: PAAAAIN!
[Closing in on Dante, The Megafreak cranks into a short arm clothesline that sends Dante spinning in circles. The Megafreak then drags Jackson to his feet and tossing him off the cage almost knocks his head off with a big boot.]
Promo: What are Dante and Jackson doing?
E.D: It appears they are going to team up!
[Nodding their heads the two attack simultaneously.]
Promo: Dante and Sean Jackson with a double suplex that sends The Megafreak down hard but with no one to fight, Dante and Sean Jackson exchange shots between themselves.
E.D: That's so dumb! Eliminate the Megafreak first!
Promo: Too late! He's back up!!
E.D: Again?!?!?!?!?!
[As The Megafreak gets to his feet, Sean is coming off the ropes to delivers a big boot when the Freak hits first with a big clothesline sending Jackson into a 360 degree tailspin.]
Promo: Down goes Jackson!
Crowd: POP!!
The Master: My beast!
[Sliding his cane into the ring...]
E.D: The Megafreak has The Master's cane and he's...
Whack! Slam! Crunch!
Promo: He's beating Sean over the head with it and Jackson is not only out cold and bleeding like a stuck pig! Who will win! Who will emerge as this year's winner and solidify their place in BACW history?
E.D: I just don't know!
[Collar tie in the center of the ring but it's The Megafreak with a spine buster to Dante. Pulling him off the canvas, Dante counters with a drop toe hold and gets the cross face applied on The Megafreak.]
The Master: NO!!!! Get out! GET OUT!!!!!
[The Megafreak appears to be passed out after Dante breaks the submission so Dante lifts The Megafreak up and somehow puts him up on the top turnbuckle.]
The Master: YOU WILL NOT BE DENIED!
[The Megafreak fights back with right hands and jumping onto Dante's chest crushes, him beneath his massive weight.]
CA-fucking-Crunch!!!!
Crowd: DAMN!!!
Promo: Over three hundred pound THESZ PRESS!!!
[With his barbwire like hair whipping from side to side, The Megafreak pounds both fists into Dante's face and Dante can do nothing but cover up. With each hit Dante's defense gets weaker, and with each punch the damage gets more severe.]
Promo: The Megafreak is going to win!
The Master: YES!!!!!!
E.D: I believe he is too!
[And then the lights flickered... The arena shook... and from the hole in the ring that The Phantom went through out came The Spectre covered from head to toe in his own blood. With a look like never before seen, Spectre's eyes matched those of the beast. With a look like never before seen, his strength also matched that of the beast. Turning to face Spectre as Dante can do nothing but lay there a beaten mess, the creature charges and so does Spectre. The two collided in a massive heap of humanity and just when you thought Spectre was going to be the hero of the night, the Megafreak jams his fingers into his throat yet again.]
The Master: EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!! EEEXTERMINATE!!!
[Lifting Spectre into the air, The Megafreak seemed puzzled to see a smile on his victims face. For the first time in his BACW career the Megafreak didn't see fear, he didn't sense terror, and he Holding him up above his head, the Freak spoke for only the third time in his BACW career.]
The Megafreak: Spec-tre... D-EA-D!
[And before Spectre was Mandible slammed out cold, he replied...]
Spectre: FUCK YOU!
KA-FUCKING-BOOM!!!!!
Crowd: DAMN!
Promo: Mandible slam onto the barbwire bat and folks Spectre is seriously hurt.
E.D: I think we need to get a medical team in there...
[After the beast released the hold and planted Spectre onto the logo and the crowd was still.]
Crowd: ...
[And just when you thought the Megafreak had won, a razor blade fell from Spectre's lifeless hand. In what appeared to be slow motion, an incredibly large gash opened on the Megafreak's forehead, and for the first time in his BACW career he started to bleed.]
Promo: He's bleeding! He's bleeding!
E.D: I told you he was human!
[It was then that BACW history was made as the referee pointed to Dante and screamed the words that would echo throughout our great halls for as long as this promotion would be remembered...]
Referee: DANTE WINS!!!!
Crowd: MEGA-POP!!!!!
[On the outside The Master protested...]
The Master: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Beyond the barriers the people cheered!]
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: I don't believe it! He did it! He did it!
E.D: He came in number 20 and out lasted them all with a little help from Spectre!
Promo: The Garden has exploded!!!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
[But their cheers of joy wouldn't last for The Master had other plans...]
The Master: ARGH!!!
[Climbing into the cage, The Master grabbed the chain from around The Megafreak's neck and wrapping it around the throat of Dante's began choked him until Dante turned a scary shade of blue.]
Promo: This is uncalled for!
E.D: I can't agree with you more, where the hell is BACW security?
Crowd: BOO!!!
[The ring quickly filled up with trash and as the Master motioned for someone to bring him a microphone; everyone in attendance could wait to hear what he had to say.]
The Master: I told every one of you that things were never going to be the same around here but none of you would listen. I told each and every one of you that I was going to unleash a virus here in BACW and that's what I did here tonight. I just injected a death sentence to your precious BACW!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
The Master: Look at all your so called superstars! Bleeding! Without life! DYING just like this promotion!!!
Crowd: BOO!
[Irritated from the crowd's reaction, The Master looks over at the wounded Megafreak.]
The Master: If you people won't listen to me then maybe I need to make another example out of someone. In fact, it just might be time to do just that!
[The Master hands the chain over to Megafreak and the beast yanks on the chain that's wrapped around Dante's bruised throat. Lifting Dante up off his feet, Spectre comes to and begins to crawl towards him like the terminator.]
The Master: Not another inch Spectre! If you take one more step I will have my Megafreak snap your buddy's neck like a twig. Now be a good little boy and listen to what I have to say.
[The Master motions over to the Megafreak to drop Dante.]
The Master: Release him!
THUMP!
The Master: Perhaps I have your attention now? Like I was trying to say earlier the virus has been injected in the veins of BACW and the sickness has begun to set in. Now as I look around the arena here tonight and as I look into your eyes Spectre I finally see the uncertainty. So, my contract with Mr. Batee has been fulfilled, and now it's time for my Megafreak and I to go.
Crowd: Na na na NA! Na na na NA Say-A Goodbye! Na na na NA! Na na na NA Say-A Goodbye! Na na na NA! Na na na NA Say-A Goodbye!
The Master: What you people don't understand is that I didn't bring back the Megareak for you the fans. No I did not! And Spectre, this wasn't about you at all either – that was Batee's doing. The only thing this was about was getting the silent partner a shot at the BACW Heavyweight Championship.
Spectre: [With angry fists] I'll kill you Morbis...
The Master: Morbis? Please Spectre...
Spectre: If yo.. you... you're not Morbis... THEN WHO... ARE... YOU?!!!
[Looking to the crowd...]
The Master: Do you really want to know who I am?
Crowd: POP!
The Master: Do you think you can handle it?
Crowd: Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!
The Master: Do you really want to know why BACW as we know it is about to change?
Spectre: [with tears of rage] Tell me!!!!!!!
The Master: Alright then! If you really want to know I will tell you but it will come at a price. You see comrades and rivals from day one all of this has been about me.
[The Master pauses for a moment and then pulls his mask off reveals that he is...]
Promo: Holy shit!
E.D: I don't believe it!
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DCP: That's right you dumb f*cks! It wasn't ever about you! It was all about me - D... C... P!!!!!!!!!!
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
[With the crowd now buzzing, the Twitter accounts trending, and facebooker's posting, the lights flash for the final time. At the foot of the curtain, the real Morbis suddenly appears and motioning for his Megafreak to finish the job he says with a grin...]
Edgar Morbis: For the final time exterminate my child, and let us return to the festering hell from wence we came.
Spectre: DON'T YOU DARE...
[With the final words spoken, the Megafreak wrapped his right hand over the forehead of Dante and going the length of his forhead, rips open his flesh with Spectre's own blade. The horrid act is followed by a brief moment of darkness... and when the arena was once again illuminated, the Megafreak and Morbis were once again gone.]
Promo: I don't know what to say...
E.D: I think it's best to just end the show.
[Coming in tight, we end this year's Grinder with a winner lying unconscious in a fountain of his own bitter tasting blood, and with his partner for some strange reason now laughing.]
Spectre: Heh heh-heh Heh heh-heh Hee hee Heh-hee-hee...
End PPV.
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