BACW & The National eWrestling Alliance Proudly Presents: Venue: Sturgis Ralley Location: Sturgis, South Dakota Air Date: 07.31.13 MAIN EVENT: [Non-Title] Lumber Jack Match Magnum Randell (c) Vs. Matt McClain 3 Tier Circus of Fun Match Spectre Vs. Sean Jackson *Due to the unknow status of Spectre, this match has been cancelled. Empire State Championship Derek Parks (c) Vs. Severi Storm Mid-Atlantic TV Championship Tyler Page (c) Vs. Amos Moses BACW Tag Team Championship David & Escobar (c) Vs. Christopher & John Barnes Three Way Dance: Winner Gets Empire State Title Match Sebastian Ocean Vs. Jeremy King Vs. Jonathan Darkstar Opener: Winner Gets TV Title Match Chezina Vs. Canadian Crippler Welcome to our Free-Per-View v/o: "Can you feel it coming? In the air, tonight?" Crowd: BOO! [The voice over is followed by the opening notes of "In the air tonight" by Phil Collins. With that, Sean Jackson steps out onto the entrance ramp, the NWA World Heavyweight Title fastened around his waist. At first glance, he appears to be dragging something behind him and it doesn't take long for everyone to notice that it's a dirty trash bag.] Promo: Well, low and behold, it's our new NWA World Hea... E.D: Oh my God, don't tell me that he's done what I think he's done. Promo: I hope that's not his dirty laundry. [After standing on the ramp for a few moments, he begins to make his way towards the ringside area, still dragging the bag behind him. There is a sick and sadistic grin on his face as he approaches the ring steps. Once there, Sean motions for a house mic which is promptly handed over as he then makes his way through the ropes. With each bump of the trash bag, a thud is heard as something hard keeps connecting with the metal steps. As Sean enters the ring, he positions the trash bag just to his side and shakes his head.] Crowd: BOO! Sean Jackson: Spectre, I told you that you would never escape me and I TOLD YOU that you would regret the day that you EVER decided to make this personal with me. [As Sean looks straight into the camera, his face is still blank, and emotionless.] Jackson: I tried to warn you, but you would not listen. I tried to show you, but you refused to see. [Deep look into the camera] You think that by lighting your ass on fire, that you would escape me? [Sean releases a small chuckle before saying...] Jackson: No Spectre, escaping me will NEVER be that easy. See I told the world that I would dig your remains up, that I would drag them down to this ring tonight, and I would piss on what was left of you... Crowd: BOO! Promo: This is the most disrespectful thing I have ever seen! E.D: Give me a break. [A devilish smile forms on his face and you know that deep down, Sean is really enjoying himself. Extending his arms he greets the crowd.] Jackson: Well here we are at American Bad Ass, and I plan on doing exactly that pissing on you Spectre and make good on my promise to all my fans! Crowd: You suck! [Sean unzips his fly looks at the bag and says...] Jackson: How fitting it is Spectre that several months ago you used that flea infested... Crowd: BOO!! Fan: KILLER!!!! [Sean interrupts himself as he looks out at the now enraged P.E.T.A. reps that are booing loudly, and holding up their signs in protest.] Jackson: Oh go screw yourselves. You son of a bitches have no proof that I killed Frankie the Flea. In fact, where were you when Derek Parks killed Johnny the hyena? Fan: BURN IN HELL SEAN JACKSON!! [More boos from the P.E.T.A. section.] Jackson: That's right; you whackos were nowhere to be found. So go eat a hamburger, club a baby seal, and have fun on a bear rug or two. See I'm the new NeWA World Heavyweight Champion, and I'm trying to conduct business. So shut the hell up because I don't need to see or hear any of you... Crowd: DIE SEAN DIE! DIE SEAN DIE! DIE SEAN DIE! DIE SEAN DIE! [Yep, that's going to make friends with P.E.T.A.] Jackson: Now then, before I was so rudely interrupted. How fitting was it that you used that flea infested hyena Johnny to force me into this match, and now, you can't even stand on your own two feet... [Sean sneaks a peak into the trash bag.] Jackson: Hell, I'm not even sure that you HAVE two feet. [More boos. Now from everyone...] Jackson: But that's beside the point - Spectre - because later on tonight I'm going to drag your ass out here... [Sean strokes his chin and holds up one finger.] Jackson: I'm going to drag what's left of you up that ladder and on to that scaffold. Then when I get there, I'm going to do exactly what I said that I was going to do. [Sean begins to chuckle slightly.] Jackson: I am going to throw you off that scaffold into that barbwire net and I'm going to do it in less than 10 seconds just as I promised in my video blog! Crowd: BOO! [Pause...] Jackson: Then I'm going to climb down, and piss into this bag all over what's left of your remains... Crowd: Bigger BOO! [Another pause...] Jackson: You started this Spectre, and now I'm going to finish it. By the end of tonight, I'm going to piss on your legacy, your memory, and everything that you've ever touched in your miserable and fucked up career here in BACW... and when I'm done, you will continue to be nothing, and I will continue to be [points to the people] your NeWA World Heavyweight champion! [Dropping the microphone, "In the Air Tonight" begins to play once again as Sean slides out of the ring, collects the trash bag filled with what we believe could be Spectre's remains, and then begins to drag it up the ramp towards the backstage area.] *Activate Encryption Scramble* Welcome to BACW's Summer Pay-Per-View: BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! POPOPOPOPOPOPOPOP BOOM!!!!! Announcer's Table Paul Prominski AKA The Promo Machine: Hello everyone and welcome to American Bad ASS sponsored by BACW in conjunction with the NeWA! We are coming to you live from the Sturgis Bike Rally located right here in Sturgis, South Dakota and what a crowd we have on hand tonight! I'm your Host Paul Prominski and this is my Co-Host... The man who thinks fist pumping is cool, Easy Eric Danger! E.D: Yeah! Yeah! YEAH! Trust me Paul, you will see how cool it is when I'm pumping my fist in your face. Promo: Can we ever start off a show without fighting? E.D: Not unless you want to change the name of the promotion to Beautiful and Charming Wrestling. Promo: I don't think Mr. Batee would allow that... [Shuffles papers] As many of you now know, the worst has most likely happened as The Spectre has been rumored to have met his demise in a deadly fire that took place at his home a few weeks ago. E.D: Who cares if Spectre's dead? Promo: Seriously? E.D: I'm 100% serious! Look at this place! It's crawling with pun-tang now that the Purple Haired Ugly Stick has vanished. Promo: Not only is that inappropriate, but it's also uncalled for. So instead of giving more rope to hang yourself let's go to the ring for our opening bout. Opener: Winner Gets TV Title Match Chezina Vs. Canadian Crippler [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Ring Announcer Michael Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sturgies - and WELCOME to BACW's American Bad Ass! Crowd: Mega POP! Stuffher: Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall and will have a 15 minute time limit with the winner getting a shot at the Mid-Atlantic Television championship. Crowd: POP! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] ["Last Resort" rips out over the PA system as Chezina exits the tunnel with his video package playing in the background. An explosion follows at the top of the ramp as Chezina surveys the crowd blankly. Then he smirks and begins to walk slowly down the ramp to the ring. When he reaches the ring, he climbs to the top turnbuckle and looks out across the crowd.] Chezina: Hola Mi Amgios! Crowd: POP! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Stuffher: Hailing from Fajardo, Puerto Rico, weighing in at 320lbs, representing The Revolution - Chezina. Crowd: POP! Promo: What's the story behind this match Eric? E.D: The Crippler and Chezina have been both friends and enemies during their time in PRA. Promo: So how do you think he's going to handle wrestling someone who's so familiar with his style inside the ring? E.D: I believe Chezina has to be very offensive minded and pretend like this is the first time they have ever met. Promo: I agree and would look for Chezina to also overpower The Canadian Crippler with a conservative ground and pound but whatever the strategy I'm looking forward this one. ["Getting Away with Murder" sounds as Canadian Crippler parts the curtain to a very pro Chezina crowd.] Stuffher: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, representing The Canadian Connection, Canadian Crippler!!! Crowd: BOO! E.D: If you read The Dangerzone post the last PRA show, you know I am a big fan of Chezina. If you ask me this guy is gonna be the next big thing here in the NeWA. Promo: Did you just compliment someone, Eric? Wait a minute, do you owe him money? E.D: I give credit where credit is due [Bleep] face! [Pause] E.D: Was I just censored? Promo: It's about time. [With both men in place the man in stripes turns to the timekeeper and calls for the match to begin.] Referee: Are you ready? Let's get it on! Ring the bell! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] [The two men lock up in the center of the ring and the collar and elbow tie up shows the TREMENDOUS size advantage held by Chezina. He takes a step back, secures his footing, and throws CC into the corner. He smiles at his foe, enjoying his superiority in the test of strength.] E.D: Leave it to an effeminate Canadian to try to test his metal against a guy a foot taller than him who outweighs him by 100 pounds. Blame Canada, Shame on Canada! Promo: God, stop singing. E.D: With their beady little eyes and flapping heads so full of lies. Speaking of which, is Mike Sloan Canadian? Only he believes he is a legend. Liar. [CC looks angry as he gets back to his feet and Chezina follows up his toss with a big boot to the chin...but misses! The Canadian Crippler utilizes his perfectionist ground game with a classic single leg takedown that helps to neutralize the size of his opponent. Once on the mat, Chezina tries to power up, but gets caught in a single under hook, that concludes with a whirling grasp from the legs around the big man's arms. He has Chezina locked in a double arm bar (Rings of Saturn).] E.D: That is definitely a Canadian move that seems like cheating. Promo: Chezina is flexing and trying to power out and I think he is doing a pretty good job of it! [Feeling the power of the 330 pound monster, CC changes tack, let's go of the hold and drives his free left elbow into the mouth of his opponent. With the left arm still trapped in a partially relented crucifix position, he begins raining down elbow smashes to the face. Chezina seems completely caught off guard by the switch and is absorbing a ton of impact directly in the face and head.] Promo: He's like a little oil rig with those shots. E.D: Or like me and Mrs. Prominski when you're outta town. Promo: I don't have a wife! E.D: Bachelor in his forties (cough) closet case (cough). [CC stops the assault to get to his feet and hit Chezina with a soccer kick to the head. In the turtle position on all fours, Chezina is struggling to get back to his feet when CC rushes toward him, vaults off his back, lands on the top rope to kick off and lands a moonsault that dazzles everyone from the front row to the rafters!!!] E.D: WOW! That was one hell of a move!! Promo: The Canadian Crippler comes crashing down across Chezina's back and is throwing everything he has at him in hopes to not let the big man regain his base. [Despite the incredible impact of the moonsault, Chezina scrambles to the corner in order to pull himself up. CC hits the ropes and leaps at him with an avalanche, but the big man drops to his knees—driving his shoulder into CC's ribs and lifting him into the air for an absolutely savage spine buster.] E.D: That's definitely gonna leave a mark. [Chezina then does a modified Urangi backbreaker. Then a Glam Slam. Followed by a Hell's Gate. Wow that's a bunch of weird moves nobody has ever heard of!] Promo: Impressive set of moves displayed by Chezina. E.D: I don't know what just happened, but it was damn impressive. [Chezina follows up his torrential assault with a bear hug that seems potentially anticlimactic, but devastating nonetheless. He is slowly squeezing the life out of CC. CC screams as the referee asks if he wants to submit.] Crowd: USA! USA! USA! E.D: Do these idiots know neither guy is American? Promo: I think they are trying to agitate both men, Eric, you know how BACW fans can be. E.D: Drunk and uneducated? Promo: Clearly that's why you feel right at home. E.D: You'll pay for that one, Nancy. [Inspired and highly angered by the fans chants, the proud Canadian thunderclaps Chezina. His ears ringing, the big man sinks the bear hug in deeper, which draws a desperate flurry of double ax handle smashes to the face. Like a John Henry, CC hammers his way out of the hold and when finally released—knocks the big man backward with a diving elbow smash to the face.] E.D: Looks like the chant really got him going. Promo: Chezina is dazed... [CC hits the ropes and leaps into the air, only to be caught by Chezina in a single-arm grab. Hoisting him into the air quickly and violently, the two men crash to the canvas (Rock Bottom Drop)] E.D: Chezina bottom! Chezina Bottom! He got ‘em Referee: 1... Promo: That move was right on point. Referee: 2... E.D: I told you, this guy is the real deal. He will be the next big thing. Referee: 3!!! [The crowd goes wild for a great showing from both men.] [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Stuffher: Your winner of the contest by pin fall and new #1 contender for the Mid Atlantic Television Championship - Chezina! Crowd: That was awesome clap-clap-clapclapclap! That was awesome clap-clap-clapclapclap! That was awesome clap-clap-clapclapclap! Promo: As Chezina gets his hand raised in victory you have to admit Eric, this was one hell of a win for that young man. E.D: Indeed it is but the question on everyone's mind is does he know that Sebastain Ocean is also looking for the TV title? Promo: Ocean's gonna kill you? E.D: That's exactly what I was thinking. Promo: Okay folks, it's time to take a break but when we return, it's a three way dance that will determine who the next person will be to challenge for our Empire State championship. We'll see you in a few! *Run commercial for the NeWA PPV replay of Changes* WOOOSH! Three Way Dance: Winner Gets Empire State Title Match Sebastian Ocean Vs. Jeremy King Vs. Jonathan Darkstar Promo: Welcome back from the commercial break, folks as Jonathan Darkstar and Jeremy King are already in the ring, awaiting the arrival of the largest man in this company. E.D: What the hell is going on? Why did the lights go out when Darkstar is already in the ring? [The lights go dim and there is a single white spotlight directly in the center of the entrance ramp near the curtains. Two acolytes dressed in black robes wheel out a seven foot bell and then each acolyte withdraws a large hammer. The man on the right strikes first, thundering a terrible gong...] Crowd: Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Promo: This is bizarre, but it is clearly a continuation of the mocking Sebastian Ocean has done of Jonathan Darkstar. Crowd: Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Stuffher: BACW fans, now entering the ring is the largest man is professional wrestling today. He stands 7 feet 5 inches tall and weighs in tonight at over 500 pounds... Crowd: Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! [BONG! The left acolyte hits the bell, which summons 12 men carrying a large wooden platform. Six men on each side are needed to support the weight of the largest man in wrestling. He is hooded in a long, black robe that has a hood covering his face. The crowd boos loudly as he is carried to the ring.] Crowd: Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Stuffher: ...He is the master of The End Power bomb... Crowd: Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! E.D: Darkstar looks like you could fry an egg on his head. Crowd: Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Stuffher: ...He is the NEW WONDER OF THE WORLD... [Ocean raises his arms and then brings them down, creating a pyrotechnic explosion from every ring post. Two of the carriers step forward and remove the robe, showing a smirking Ocean.] Stuffher: ...He is Sebastian Ocean... Crowd: Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Promo: The kid knows how to make an entrance, I will give him that, but I don't think angering a 20 year veteran is a good idea. E.D: I think the kid has brass balls. You can see as he steps over the top rope that, angry or not, Darkstar isn't in a rush to lock up with the monster. [Jeremy King, never one to back down from a fight, starts the action with a straight up bum rush on the giant. Charging forward, he lands a blockbuster sidekick to the ribs, a jab to the face, then a big looping right cross into the big man's chest. Ocean glares at him...] Crowd: (Tauntingly chanting) Ocean's gonna kill you. Ocean's gonna kill you. Ocean's gonna kill you. [As if on command from the fans, Ocean reaches out and grabs King around the throat, only to feel the thundering power of a leaping forearm smash to the face from Darkstar. The weight and power of the Deadman drives the monster back into the corner, but the crowd seems undeterred...] Crowd: (Tauntingly chanting) Ocean's gonna kill you. Ocean's gonna kill you. Ocean's gonna kill you. E.D: I think they're pissing him off... Promo: The two veterans are doing the smart thing and working together to take some steam off the enormous rookie. Ocean can be as over as he wants, but he doesn't have much in-ring experience. [With the New Wonder of the World trapped in the corner, both King and Darkstar unload a series of kicks, King from the right and Darkstar from the left. Left. Right. Left. Right. Both men are trying to stomp a hole in the giant's stomach. Each man locks in an under hook and taking two steps out of the corner they chuck him up and over with a double hip toss!!!] E.D: The whole ring looked like it was going to collapse, did you see the air they put under him! The ropes are still shaking from the impact. [Knowing that the need to stay on the angry big man, Darkstar rumbles forward with a Death Valley Stone Wall (punch to throat) and King lights Ocean up with a patented Super kick. Ocean rocks backward off the ropes from the impact...] E.D: Here we go! [DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE takes both men flat to their backs. Sebastian is scowling as he reaches down and lifts King all the way from the mat into the air with a double fisted chokehold. He throws his arms forward and splats Jeremy King into the corner with an inartistic throw.] Promo: They are eye to eye now. [Ocean and Darkstar only need a moment to glance into each other's eyes before the begin exchanging punches that seem to be making every fan in the stands squeal with delight. Two of the biggest men in the company, one a veteran and the other a rookie, are laying into one another with slobber-knocking punches that start to make the match look like a Bunk House Brawl.] E.D: Ocean is starting to get the better of their exchange. Why would you stand there with a guy who has fists like that? Promo: Darkstar didn't get to be one of the most respected guys in the back by staying out of anybody's way! [King rushes out of the corner and chop blocks Ocean's knee, which has him stagger sideways. Seeing the opportunity, Darkstar takes three steps forward and lands a brutal running boot to the face that takes the giant backward up and over the top rope and onto the floor!!!] Crowd: BACW! BACW!! BACW!!! Promo: That's how you slay a giant E.D: How? With teamwork? [Ocean is face down outside and is snarling like an animal as he rises to his feet...] E.D: He's busted open! Darkstar cut Ocean with that big boot! How strong is the Deadman? Ocean: (Audible to the camera) Motherfuckers! [With a running leap, King hurls himself over the top rope with a suicide dive onto the raging giant...who catches him in midair...] E.D: This is gonna be bad... [Taking a page out of his mentor's playbook, he rushes forward and tries to rip the ring apart by colliding with the ring post...unfortunately, King was between him and the ring post and the crowd lets out an exaggerated Ah as he pivots and drives King into the thinly padded concrete to complete The Trendsetter (Oklahoma Stampede).] Promo: Somewhere Darrel Besolve may be cheering, but right here I think we may be watching Jeremy King dying. No one alive is going to be able to withstand that impact. [Darkstar waits for the giant in the ring and the fans start to boo?!?!?!?!] [From the backstage area, through the curtains comes a lanky, masked man wearing a green suit, purple tie, and a Dark Knight Joker mask. He comes to the ring carrying a tennis racket that has a case that says, "New Wonder of the World".] Promo: Who the heck is that? Jeremy King might be dead, there is some freak with a tennis racket coming down to the ring, and Ocean is smiling at Jonathan Darkstar! [Ocean climbs back into the ring, steps over the top, and a bloodied monster charges the legendary superstar...] E.D: Here we go again! These two big bulls are about to lock horns in the center of the ring. [Ocean steps forward with a looping right hand that rocks The Deadman. He sends Darkstar reeling into the corner with a vicious elbow in the head. Jonathan gamely fires back with a thrusting shot to the throat, but it seems to have no effect on the Giant.] Promo: Did you see that? Crowd: Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! [Ocean bodies Darkstar up in the corner, hooks Drakstar's left arm behind his back over the top turnbuckle, and unloads a torrent of right hands directly into The Deadman's face. First his mouth busts open, then a slash above his eye, the last three shots look like they may burrow a hole in his forehead. By the time Mario Lane separates them, Darkstar looks like he lost a bar fight against a group of angry Marines.] E.D: That has to be one of the most savage beat downs I have ever seen. Darkstar is propped up in the corner and his face looks like hamburger meat. Crowd: Ocean's gonna kill you! [As The Masked Manager gets to ringside, the crowd groans in agony for The Deadman as Ocean drives the biggest wrestling boot in the industry directly into his face with a front roundhouse kick. Driving his body forward, he begins choking Darkstar with his fully extended leg.] E.D: Who is this asshole in the mask? [The Masked Manager calls for a microphone as Ocean pulls Jonathan Darkstar out of the corner. Jeremy King is finally back to his feet and, though groggy, is determined to get some revenge of Sebastian Ocean. He grabs a steel chair and slides into the ring. Ocean knees Darkstar in the chest, which sends him crumbling to his knees. Ocean steps over him for The End when Jeremy King UNLOADS on him in the back with the chair.] E.D: You gotta be kidding me... [Turning around quickly, the steel chair shot seemed to have no effect. While King draws back for a second swing, Ocean beats him to the punch by flinging his foot forward and crunching the abdomen of his much smaller foe. Grabbing the steel chair in one hand, he tosses it out of the ring and grabs Mario Lane with the other hand.] Ocean: Don't you dare, I don't care if he cheated. This is worse than a D.Q. Promo: Ocean doesn't want the D.Q. win; he's standing over King now. [Ocean lifts Jeremy King 11 feet into the air as his body goes stiff as a board at the peak of the height. Ocean leans forward with all his weight and letting his shoulders drive Jeremy King flat through the mat with The End power bomb. Lane drops for the cover...] Promo: It's over. That might have killed him! 1...2 [A bloody dead man makes the save! Darkstar begins raining down lefts and rights. His hair is whipping from the force of the blows as he seems to have actually hurt the giant rookie. In a rush of adrenaline, he tries for a scoop slam, but cannot lift the behemoth.] Masked Manager: [With Stuffher's microphone] You warned him, Baz—give the old son of a bitch what he's got coming to him. [Ocean slams his arm across the Deadman's back and catches him in a Thai Clinch. He rocks his body forward and drives his hubcap like knees into The Deadman's ribs...] Masked Manager: You should have stayed down, stupid! Now this ain't WCCW anymore, is it? All of daddy Arkon's money ain't gonna save you today, Son! 20 years of hard work down the drain... [After nearly crippling Darkstar with some of the most savage knees ever landed in a professional wrestling ring; Ocean lands a well placed front kick and sets him up for The End...] Masked Manager: Take a good, long look BACW. Take a look at where your careers are all headed! [The two men combined form a mythic, near 14 foot pyramid when Darkstar is at the tip of the arch, then Ocean vaults forward: sucking the air out of the arena with his patented power bomb. He lands cradling The Deadman...] Referee: 1...2...3!!!! Ring the bell! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Stuffher: Your winner of the bout by pin fall - Sebastian Ocean! Ocean: [ROAR!!!!!] Crowd: BOO! E.D: Wow. Promo: This is going to go down as one of the most impressive performances in a three way dance we have ever seen. It might has well of been a handicapped match and Ocean still dominated. Masked Manager: [Sliding into the ring] From now on anybody in the BACW or the entire NeWA for that matter who wants to call them the toughest son of a bitch around is going to have to answer to Sebastian Ocean. The New Wonder of the World is the biggest, baddest man in the land and we are going to go from town to town, show to show, letting everybody know that nobody is safe. Give ‘em one more, Big Man. Let ‘em know what I'm talking about. E.D: Whoa, whoa, whoa, enough is enough here... Promo: What's Mr. Batee going to do when he ends somebody's career doing that? E.D: Maybe he just did. I've never seen Darkstar or King manhandled like this. Promo: Nobody can withstand that kind of a drop. These guys have to be able to perform next show. Mr. Batee is out of his mind for letting this monster back into BACW. He has no regard for anyone's well-being or livelihood! Masked Manager: Hey DCP - guess who is coming for that title belt, Dirty Boy? You better sleep tight because nothing you or that slut Sarah Richards is going to do will protect you from MY monster. [Ocean walks over to Jeremy and flips his body over with the point of his wrestling boot. He stands over his prone body...] Promo: This is starting to get hard to watch. Masked Manager: Have a good long look at your Future, Derek. [CRASH. Ocean throws both his legs out and drops 500 pounds directly into the small of Jeremy King's spine. The small man bends like a bow and Ocean leans him back in a King Kong Klutch (Camel Clutch).] E.D: Get some help out here or he's gonna kill somebody. This isn't supposed to be to the death or anything, this is a sport—not a blood sport. These guys aren't animals. Masked Manager: If I were you, Derek, I would just mail a notarized document of forfeiture and the Empire State Championship into BACW headquarters and take up a new career. Hell, with your talent and charisma you would be a McDonald's manager in no time. Sarah could kick in too taking extra shifts at the Moonlight Bunny Ranch to make ends meet. [BACW Security is starting to rush from the back to try to regain some sense of control. Meanwhile Jeremy King may be having his vertebrae rearranged by a quarter of a ton of superstar.] Masked Manager: Let him go, let him go! [Ocean stands up before the security guards enter the ring.] Masked Manager: Ok, ok, we're done. [Backing with Ocean out of the ring] Just a fair warning to Chris Xtreme: I've always thought that belt YOU carry is a nice start to a career, so after Ocean finishes off DCP and cleans some clocks regionally—we will come for you nationally. Every show you are on, Little Man, you had better watch your back! DCP: sleep tight, Buddy. E.D: I think Jeremy and Jon may need some help. Promo: They still haven't moved, Eric... E.D: That's why we have a really BIG broom! Promo: Let's go to the ring for our next contest... BACW Tag Team Championship David 14 & Escobar (c) Vs. Christopher & John Barnes [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Stuffher: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the BACW Tag Team Championship! Crowd: POP! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Stuffher: Introducing first... ["Every Rose Has Its Thorn" by Poison hits, and John Ross and Christopher head down the ramp slapping hands with the fans. They get in the ring, and walk to the middle posing for the fans.] Promo: There are the cousins and even though they have a habit of going after each other tonight they must be perfect if they plan on taking home the gold. What do you think their chances are of winning? E.D: I believe their changes are good, and they are in a great mindset as they are ready to show everyone that there is more to them then they seem to think. [The American National Anthem plays.] Promo: Well I know two guys who would like nothing more than to spoil their plans. Stuffher: Now making their way to the ring, hailing from Fajardo, Puerto Rico and America respectively, weighing in at a combined weight of 495 pounds, they are the BACW Tag Team Champions, representing The Ultimate Authority - David 14 & Escobar!!! Crowd: BOO! [After climbing the turnbuckles, the two teams figure out which member is going to start and circling the logo the referee calls for the bell.] Referee: Ring the bell! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Promo: It appears we are going to start off with David 14 and Christopher Barnes. E.D: Let the games begin! [After a small give and take, David 14 fires through with a quick counter early on wrapping up the legs of Christopher and then applies a surfboard submission.] Referee: Do you want to submit? JRB: I... I... E.D: The match just started!!! Don't you dare say those words!!!! John Ross Barnes is screaming, "Christopher, hang on!" Promo: David 14 breaks the hold! Referee: TAG! Promo: Tag to Escobar who hits the ropes and connects with a kick to the face of Christopher. Referee: TAG! Promo: Tag to JRB who takes a scoop slam and elbow from Escobar. E.D: The Barnes cousins better wake up! [Inside the ring, Escobar tosses JRB to the corner and tags in David 14.] Referee: TAG! [Charging in, it's David 14 with a corner dropkick that hits the mark!] Crowd: OH! Promo: David 14 with repeated kicks to JRB in the corner and reaching out his hand tags in Escobar. E.D: John Ross really needs to get out of that corner. [Measuring up his opponent, Escobar unloads with a quick kick to the head but JRB counters with a quick elbow, but Escobar quickly re-counters with a big boot sending JRB out onto the apron.] Christopher Barnes: Damn it! [Coming through the ropes, Christopher jumps in and Escobar tosses him out too. Bouncing off the ropes and running across the ring, David 14 connects with a suicide dive taking out JRB and Christopher who are now on the outside.] Crowd: YEAH!!!!!! [Staggering to his feet, JRB quickly charges David 14 who is making his way to the floor up against the ring and tosses him back in.] Promo: JRB with a few stomps and finally he tags in Christopher. Referee: TAG! E.D: Hot tag to Christopher and he's going right at David 14! [Looking to change the complexion of the match, Christopher connects with more stomps to David 14 with is barely able to block any of the shots. Clapping his hands together for the crowd, Christopher drives home a quick knee and scoop slam combo.] BOOM! [With David 14 still stunned, Christopher locks in a half Boston crab but is unable to gain the submission.] Referee: TAG!! Promo: Tag to JRB who connects with a side Russian leg sweep to David 14 and then drops his trademark Texas elbow. E.D: Quick tag back to Christopher who punches David 14 in the ribs and sends him to the corner. THUD!!! [Staggering out of the corner, David 14 fights back with right hands and a big boot.] Promo: David 14 with a big heel kick to the jaw. Referee: TAG! E.D: Tag to JRB! Promo: JRB with a few shots and quick tag back to Christopher. Referee: TAG! [Christopher gets David 14 up on his shoulder but David 14 breaks free, gets in a shot to JRB and takes down Christopher.] Referee: TAG! Promo: Hot tag to Escobar! Referee: TAG! E.D: JRB also gets the tag. [With the two fresh men in Escobar delivers a series of clotheslines that he finishes up with splash and side slam combo.] Promo: JBR is in deep trouble! [Shaking out the cobwebs JRB cuts off Escobar up on the top turnbuckle and avoids a flying clothesline.] Promo: Body slam by JRB... E.D: Down the backside and Escobar connects with two nasty German suplexes! [Charging into the ring again, Christopher misses a wild hay maker and gets a German suplex for his efforts.] Promo: David 14 tags himself in and goes up top. [Leaping into the air David 14 catches JRB with a dropkick.] Crowd: WOW! Promo: David 14 hits the 14th Day on Christopher! E.D: Escobar applies the Brock Lock on JRB. Referee: Do you want to me to stop the match!!?!!! Promo: JRB taps out. Referee: Ring the bell! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Stuffher: You winners and still BACW Tag Team Champions: The Ultimate Authority! Crowd: BOO! [Just as the champs are getting their hands raised, the Barnes Cousins attack from behind and beat the two within an inch of their lives. Down the aisle come security and sick of their losing streak, the Barnes cousins exit a BACW ring for the first time to a round of booing.] Promo: I don't believe! E.D: What? That the Barnes Cousins finally got a set of balls to say enough is enough? Promo: Quite frankly YES! E.D: Welcome to BACW John and Chris! It's about time you showed up. Promo: Folks it's time to take a break, and when we return we will see who will walk out of American Bad ASS with the Mid-Atlantic Television championship. We'll see you in a few. *Run promo for BACW's next TVMA featuring Sebastian Ocean in the main event against the current Empire State Champion.* WOOOSH! Mid-Atlantic TV Championship Tyler Page (c) Vs. Amos Moses [Ding! Ding! Ding!] [We join our program with Amos Moses already in the ring, and Tyler Page coming through the ropes...] Stuffher: And introducing the Mid-Atlantic Television champion - Tyler Page! Crowd: POP! Promo: Welcome back from the break and as you can see the television champion has just gotten into the ring and is now staring down the challenger. E.D: Ugh, this match couldn't draw heat next to a furnace. At least Amos looks ready. Promo: He sure does, did you see the big tire he pushed around to train for this match? E.D: It was almost as much dead weight as the BACW TV champion. Referee: Let's get it on! [Tyler Page, though looking unprepared goes to meet the challenger in the center of the ring as the bell rings. He shoots out a jab to the face, then a second jab, then a cross; all of which seem to have little impact on the giant Cajun. Amos returns fire with a stiff right hand that sends the champion reeling. He locks him in a headlock and bangs the young man's face into his big knee. He then drops a 375 pound leg drop onto the champion.] E.D: That's a whole lotta ass. [Amos follows up the leg drop with a belly to belly suplex, and then drops a jumping elbow smash onto the champions back. Gouging his thumb directly into the champ's throat, the referee begins to admonish Amos.] Promo: That is definitely cheating. Textbook cheating, a good ole thumb in the neck. E.D: My textbook choke is something much bigger in her throat. Promo: Easy there, Eric, we're broadcasting. E.D: So was I! [Amos lands a brutal belly to back suplex, and then climbs to the second rope for a frog splash that flattens Tyler. The crowd could not be less into this match and Amos senses it. Standing up, he stares out at the crowd...] Moses: You want hardcore? Crowd: HELL YEAH! [Taking a play out of the legendary Havok's playbook, he answers the call and lifts Tyler Page in a gorilla press slam before throwing him three rows into the crowd...] E.D: That'll get their attention! Crowd: That was awesome! Clap-clap-clapclapclap! That was awesome! Clap-clap-clapclapclap! That was awesome! Clap-clap-clapclapclap! Promo: The crowd is starting to get behind the big man a bit here. [Amos slides quickly out of the ring and lifts the champion into a second gorilla press slam position, only to drop him throat first on the steel security railing. As the crowd enjoys the brutality, Page is clutching his throat and gagging. Moses steps over him, lifts him into a squatted position and lands a Pedigree on the first step down to the front row. Fans are touching him and cheering, while BACW security tries to maintain order.] E.D: We have blood! Call Ripley's Believe It or Not, it looks like this match is starting to get good. Promo: Amos is doing his thing and the crowd is digging it. [Moses slides into the ring and then back out to break the referee's count and then continues his extracurricular assault by pile driving Tyler Page on the concrete.] Crowd: BACW! BACW!! BACW!!! E.D: Splat, that cut on Tyler's head is a real gusher. Promo: It certainly is! [Tyler is then tossed into the ring and the champion seems like he did not prepare for this fight at all. He is being beaten from pillar to post and has not shown any of the promise his career started out with. Moses slides into the ring and sends Page off the ropes with a authority before taking a vaulting leap forward for a Thibodeux Clothesline (clothesline from hell).] E.D: It looked like he tried to send just his head into the 4th row that time! Promo: Blood flung all over the ring from the impact. Tyler looks like a stabbing victim in his face. [Showing the tenacity of a champion, Amos lifts Tyler to his head and locks his big hand around Page's bloody skull. He lifts him into the air for an Earth-shattering Gator Slayer (Iron Claw Slam)] E.D: Sexy, Moses is squeezing some extra blood out of his melon with the Iron Claw while pinning him. Promo: This has been one hell of a beat down. Referee: 1... 2... Crowd: THREE!!! Referee: Ring the bell! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Promo: That felt kind of merciful, I feel like Tyler Page was really off his game and Amos Moses took advantage of it and took his title. Stuffher: Your winner by pin fall and NEW Mid-Atlantic Television Champion - AMOS MOSES!!! Crowd: AMOS! AMOS! AMOS! [Though he used many dirty tricks, the BACW is rewarding the new champion with a pretty solid pop for all the blood and for responding when he knew it was getting slow in the middle.] E.D: Tyler Page is done, let's hope Moses can be a better champion and this division can become something special again. Promo: It's a shame, Tyler Page showed such amazing potential and we have seen people come back from worse in BACW, but does he have the drive to do so? E.D: I just don't know. Promo: Folks, it's time to go into the back where Candice Hoffman is trying to get a word with Derek "cheapshot" Parks. WOOOSH! Backstage [We go backstage where Candice Hoffman is standing by trying to get an interview with DCP as he is heading towards the entrance.] Candice: DCP can I get a word with you real quick before your match? [DCP looks over at Candice.] DCP: I will say what I have to say tonight after I do what I have to do! [After answering DCP walks away and heads through the entrance as his music begins to play.] [A frustrated and confused Candice just shakes her head as the scene goes back to the ring.] Candice: Back to you Promo! WOOOSH! Announcer's Table Promo: Thank you very much Candice Hoffman our roving xZone reporter! Let's go to the ring! Empire State Championship Derek Parks (c) Vs. Severi Storm Stuffher: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall and will be for the BACW's Empire State Championship! Crowd: POP! Stuffher: Already in the ring is the challenger! Welcome to Sturgis - Severi Storm! Crowd: POP! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Stuffher: And his opponent... IT'S ALL ABOUT ME! [Echo] [Music riff] IT'S ALL ABOUT DCP [Echo] [Cue Music - Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth begins playing.] You take a mortal man, And put him in control Watch him become a god, Watch peoples heads a'roll A'roll... Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes, Swaying to the Symphony... Of Destruction [BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!] [Out from behind the curtain walks out The Dirty One DCP Derek" cheap-shot" Parks dressed in his official It's All About Me t-shirt, black cargo pants and black wrestling boots. With his BACW Empire State Championship draped over his shoulders the cocky champion makes his way down to the ring.] Crowd: BOO! [Stopping every so often to mouth off to some fans.] DCP: SHUT UP! Crowd: Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Acting like a robot, It's metal brain corrodes. You try to take it's pulse, Before the head explodes. Explodes... Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes, Swaying to the Symphony... Of Destuction [Once The Dirty One makes it to the ring he slides under the ropes, then climbs up the turnbuckle in the corner, holds his BACW Empire State Championship Belt high up in the air and mouths off to the crowd.] DCP: Best Empire State Champion of all time! Crowd: Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! Ocean's gonna kill you! [DCP jumps down onto the apron. As he hands the BACW Empire State Championship belt to the referee he looks over at Severi Storm.] DCP: Take a good look at the title boy because that's the closest you will ever be to it! [While the referee checks for weapons, the announcers continue to talk about the match.[ Promo: This will be the first meeting between DCP and Severi Storm and this is also DCP's first title defense since winning the BACW Empire State Championship. E.D: You know if DCP wants to get out of here with his belt he's going to have to be willing to do whatever it takes to walk out the champion. Promo: I notice Sarah Richard isn't in attendance that night. E.D: The new NeWA Woman's World Champion is off promoting GLOW and the women's division. Still without her presence "The Dirty One" needs to prove to the world and mostly Mr. Batee that he deserves to be at the top of the company with or without Richards by his side. Promo: Fans it's time for the action to begin - and here we GO! Referee: Ring the bell! [Parks begins the match and Irish whips Storm into the ropes. He comes back and into a smooth dropkick. Parks drops down and digs his knee into the back of Storm's neck. He grabs Storm's arm and pulls back.] Promo: A variation of an arm bar, showing Parks strategy to keep the daredevil grounded. E.D: Who taught him that move? Derek Parks doesn't know how to read or wrestle. [Severi Storm reaches back, grabbing Parks' leg. But he can't make anything out of it. Instead he tries to power his way out. Storm manages to get to his knees, and then flips over into a pin!] Referee: 1... 2... [Parks kicks out.] ["The Dirty One" and Storm are back up. Parks takes Storm and goes for a swinging neck breaker, but Storm uses the momentum to reverse it, and plant him with his own neck breaker.] E.D: Nice counter, I told you Derek Parks can't wrestle. Promo: It looks like Storm's going up top. May be a bit early for high risk, but this kid has no regard for his own well-being! [He is indeed risking himself, but the fans are cheering. Storm is perched, waiting for Parks to rise. Then, he leaps off and catches Parks with a top rope hurricanrana!] Promo: Beautiful execution! I can't believe he was able to hit that so soon. He has the champion rocked, much to the chagrin of Sarah Richards, who is pounding the ring apron and screaming at DCP. E.D: I usually love it when she screams, but it is much more annoying when I am not inside her thinking of someone prettier. [That got a pop from the crowd, and encourages Storm to pour it on. When DCP rises, he gets nailed with a spin wheel kick to the face. DCP is really hurt from the impact and Storm follows it up with a running bulldog. Seeing that he has the champ in danger, he goes for another cover] Referee: 1...2 - KICKOUT! Promo: Storm is showing the guts of a veteran despite his lack of experience in a BACW ring. [Storm pulls Parks back up. He hits an Atomic drop, rocking the champ and then applies a nerve hold with an arm bar on DCP.] Promo: Unusual offense from Storm. But it seems to be working. You can see his ability to do it in the air and on the ground. E.D: Kind of like your new NeWA Women Champion's ability to do it on the bed or on the floor. Speaking of that slut, I miss her already. [Parks is cringing from the pain. The crowd tries to rally behind Storm when suddenly all heads being to turn as Sarah Richards comes bouncing down the isle with a cherry lollypop in her mouth and her brand new title in her over her shoulder.] Crowd: You're a crack whore clap clap clapclapclap! You're a crack whore clap clap clapclapclap! You're a crack whore clap clap clapclapclap! Richards: SHUT UP!!!! Crowd: BOO! Promo: Look who's here! E.D: I knew I smelled something rotten. [Once at ringside, Richards immediately jumps onto the ring apron, forcing the referee to tell her to get down and away from the action. DCP takes the chance to rack upward and claw the eyes of Severi Storm. Being free gives him a gust of energy, as he nails Storm in the head with a big right hand...] E.D: What a lazy asshole. He should be co-champions with Sara Richards. I hate DCP. Promo: Watch your mouth, Eric, I like people who don't have STDs. E.D: Until you give them to them. Promo: Can we please watch the match!!! [...but Storm puts an end to his efforts by returning fire with a shin kick. Parks droops his head in fatigue, but comes right back with another shot to the head, then another. Storm is reeling now, and Parks attempts a nice overhead belly-to-belly.] Promo: The tides are turning in this one! [Parks wastes no time, whipping Storm in the corner. He charges, and plants a firm elbow. Parks sits the challenger on the top rope. He takes a bit of a run, springboards off the second rope and dropkicks Storm!] E.D: Whoa, not cool, he almost sent him 10 feet to the floor! [The challenger falls backwards, hanging from the top rope. Parks reaches around his prone body in the tree of woe position and chokes Severi. 1.....2.....3.....4.... he releases the hold. Again, he chokes Parks. 1....2.....3....4..... he releases the hold.] Promo: DCP is using every ounce of energy he has stripping the air out of Storm. You can see the young man is in agony. E.D: DCP plays nice and tells the referee that he had a headlock, not an obvious chokehold. Hey, look out for the slut! [Sarah Richards, much to the dismay of the crowd, reaches into the ring and starts choking Severi right where DCP left off. She has one finger in his eye and the other hand around his throat while DCP complains to the referee about the 4 counts.] Referee: Back it up Parks! [Storm, still hanging from the ropes, takes a series of hard kicks from the champion. Parks takes him down with a drop-toe-hold. He immediately ties him up with a half-crab!] E.D: He's such an idiot! Look out for the ropes, stupid! [Storm hurries to the ropes before Parks can apply much pressure from hold. The ref forces the break, and the two competitors climb to their feet, Parks first. Storm turns around and is planted with a running clothesline. Storm bounces back to his feet, almost automatically, and walks right into a Tiger suplex!] Promo: Parks holds for a pin! Referee: ONE! TWO!! Promo: THR... E.D: NO! Storm springs out!! [Parks is now the one wasting no time as he climbs to the second rope. He leaps off with a corkscrew elbow, and connects!] Promo: Parks hooks the legs!! Referee: 1... 2... Crowd: THREE!!! Promo: Kick out!! [The Dirty One smacks the mat, a little frustrated that the kid is still in this one. When he lifts him to his feet, he can here the crowd chanting...] Crowd: You're a crack whore! You're a CRACK WHORE! YOU'RE A CRACK WHORE! [Parks shouts at the crowd to lay off and winks at Sarah Richards, who quickly changes from a smile to a frown as DCP is caught from behind with a Lou Thesz Press to his spine. Following forward and now in the back mount; Storm begins barreling down elbow smashes into the back of the champion's head.] E.D: I hate to admit it, but Storm is looking real good tonight. He might pull this off. [After many blows to the head, Storm gives up the position and baseball kicks DCP in the skull. He once again goes to the top rope for another high risk maneuver. Facing the crowd, he leaps back in very graceful summersault senton bomb!] Promo: He hits Parks right on the money! E.D: Storm hooks the legs! Promo: This is gotta be it! Referee: ONE! TWO!! [And just as he's about to hit the canvas for the three count, the referee is distracted.] E.D: THREE!!!! Promo: Hold up! Sarah Richards is on the apron and grabs the referee. Crowd: BOO! [As the referee approaches to yell at her, she locks lips with him for a way too realistic kiss.] E.D: Look out ref I know where that tongue has been! Crowd: YOU'RE A CRACK WHORE!! - YOU'RE A CRACK WHORE!!!!!!!! - YYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRREEEEEEE A CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK WWWWWWWWHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEE! [Storm is upset, and can't help but jaw at the ref a bit. He breaks up the kiss but referee Mario Lane is on Dream Street. He smiles at Sarah Richards and Storm shouts, "We have a fucking match here!"] E.D: LOOK OUT! Promo: Not again! [Utilizing their team work to perfection, the reeling Parks lifts the distracted Storm into the GBU Stunner (RKO)] E.D: Son of a bitch... Promo: (Covering Eric's microphone) ENOUGH! Referee: 1... 2... THREE!!! Ring the bell! IT'S ALL ABOUT ME D-C-P! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Stuffher: You winner of the match and STILL BACW Empire State Champion, Derek "Cheapshot" Parks!!!! [As Synphany of Destruction starts to play, Derek takes the microphone and points to a stunned Severi Storm in the ring.] DCP: I told you Severi Storm to bring it and obviously you didn't because I'm standing here the champion and you're standing in the middle of the ring just another chump that got GBUed by The Dirty One! Crowd: Asshole!!!!!!! Asshole!!!!!!!!! Asshole!!!!!! !Asshole!!!!!!!!! Asshole!!!!!!! Asshole!!!!!!!!! DCP: I'm the asshole? That stupid dumb fuck in the back denies me a shot at the title that I never got beaten for week after week, month after month and you call me the asshole? He denies me my shot yet he goes out week after week, month after month and gives every Joe Smo a shot at the title. Every week he brings in that "big named guy" and gives them my shot. A fan in the crowd: Matt McClain is better than you! DCP: Really? Matt McClain? Let me tell you something about Matt McClain. He claims that he has came back to win the BACW Heavyweight Title...My title! He claims that he has come back to win the NWA World Heavyweight Title. A title that I guarantee I will win within the next year. He claims to be back for those titles and that very well might be the truth but let me tell you the number one reason he is here. Matt is here because of me! McClain is here because of DCP! Crowd: BOO! DCP: Love me or hate me every single one of you came here to see me. Love me or hate me every single one of you came here to see what I'm going to do next. You came here to hear what is going to come out of my mouth. Love me or hate me every single one of these seats here are filled because of me.....Because of DCP and at the end of the day that equals money...Lots and lots of money. Matt has come back for a piece of the pie. That's the real reason why "The Crippler" has come back. He came back for the money. The money that I bring to this company! Crowd: Boo! DCP: I bring money to this company and how do they repay me? They make me the spotlight wrestler of the month. Do they put me on the cover of the NWA magazine? Hell no they put a small article on page 23. Oh but the disrespect doesn't stop there. Hell no it doesn't. They put Frankie the Flea on the cover of the magazine.....Frankie the Fucking Flea! What the hell kind of shit is that Batee? Crowd: Where's the crack whore? Where's the crack whore? Where's the crack whore? Where's the crack whore? Sarah Richards: [Stomping like a 5 year old child] Make the stop! MAKE THEM STOP!!! DCP: Relax Sarah... [Looking into the crowd...] DCP: Show some respect for your new NeWA Women's World Champion! Crowd: BOO! DCP: You people come out here week after week, month after month and call Sarah a crack whore yet there isn't a guy in attendance tonight or watching at home that wouldn't jump at the chance to spend one night with her. [The Dirty One bail from the ring walks over the announcer's table and then points at Eric Danger...] DCP: That includes you dipshit! [Eric Danger looks at Promo.] E.D.: Is he talking to me? DCP: Yeah I'm talking to you piece of shit. You come out here and bash me. You bash me on twitter. You bash me on the radio. You bash me on national TV. Fuck you Eric. Who the fuck do you think you are? You sit there at the announcer's table and talk your trash while I come out here night after night and make this company money. The same money that pays your paycheck. In fact why don't I just kick your ass right now and beat the respect out of you. E.D: [Standing up] You got something to say to me? Promo: Eric don't... SLAP! E.D: UGH!!! [DCP reels back and slaps Danger to the ground with an open hand, taking a big snort of green snot Parks deposits the disrespect onto Danger who is now nursing a bloody lip.] Promo: [Laughter...] DCP: I don't know what the hell you're laughing at Promo. You're just as big a piece of shit as Eric. Look at you with your feminine clothes on. You look like a fucking fruit cake. Promo: What are you trying to say? DCP: Let's see.....What rhymes with Promo? Crowd: [Laughter] DCP: I will stop there Promo before BACW or the NWA pull a Paula Dean on my ass. [The Dirty One gets right in Promo's face.] DCP: You tell Chris Extreme that I'm the new number one contender to his NeWA World Television Championship. You tell him to enjoy his title because I'm coming for him. You tell him that The Dirty One will defeat him for his title. You tell him that soon he will find out that it is all about me... All about... D-C-P!! [The Dirty One drops his mic and heads out of the arena as his music begins to play.] Crowd: BOO! E.D: I hope they riot and murder him... Promo: Eric like him, love him, or hate him—DCP is one of the hottest heels in the NeWA. Storm got the shaft on this one, but anyone watching needs to take note that DCP and Sarah Richards are a force to be reckoned with. E.D: More like an epidemic—they're like AIDS. Promo: Let's take a break folks because when we return our ring will be set up for our second ever three tier Circus of Fun match. We will see you in a few! *Run commercial showing Sean Jackson becoming the new NeWA World Heavyweight Champion at the NeWA Pay Per View Changes.* WOOOSH! Backstage [Backstage inside of Matt McClain's locker room you catch the second glimpse of the man that has been labeled the real "Crippler". You can see McClain adjusting his boots, almost as if he is oblivious to the camera. He moves from his boots to wrapping his wrist and forearms with heavy black tape. As he finishes taping one of his wrists, he stops and smoothes out what has been wrapped. His eyes remain on his wrist, focused on what's to come in the main even.] McClain: Tonight, I step into the ring with the BACW Heavyweight Champion, Magnum Randell. He says he retires as the BACW Champion. I can't do anything about that tonight, but it won't be the happy ending that he's looking for. Instead of riding off into the sunset and having that one last win, he's going to find out that his dream has just become a nightmare. Tonight, I prove I am the Number One Contender to the BACW Championship for a reason. It has been kept from me for so long and I plan on making a statement tonight to prove to everyone that the title will be around my waist soon enough. Tonight, I take my first steps at capturing the BACW Heavyweight Championship. Tonight, Magnum Randell, we meet into the ring one on one as the ring is surrounded by lumberjacks that would rather tear us apart then make sure we stay in the ring. Tonight, you come face to face with your worst nightmare that has come to life, and there is nothing you can do to stop me. [McClain's eyes still fixed on his wrist as he begins to tap his other wrist.] Tonight, you and I will square off in your last match in the BACW. Tonight is more than just a wrestling match; it's more than just winning or losing. Tonight is about proving to you, Batee, and everyone else that I deserve the Championship more than anyone else here. I have no problem saying that I'm better then you are and I'm going to prove that I am better then you are. I look at you and you are nothing more than a lost soul that's struggling to be found. You don't want to be here any longer because of the changes that Batee wants to force upon us. Just walk away Magnum, and have your moment instead of me ruining it for you. [McClain lifts his head as his eyes are filling with pure intensity and determination.] If you decide to step into the ring with me, with the "Crippler"; you're going to become another casualty in the long path of destruction. Tonight, we settle who the best in the BACW is and you find out that I'm not like any one you have ever faced before. Tonight, you find out that I am not like DCP...I'm not like Sean Jackson...I'm not like Spectre, but something much worse than they ever will be. I'm Matt McClain. I'm the "Crippler", and tonight, I will be victorious over a Champion that doesn't want to be a champion any more. Tonight Magnum...Career killed...Fade to black. [McClain drops his head and finishes lacing up his boots.] WOOOSH! Lumberjack Match Matt McClain vs. Magnum Randell Michael Stuffher: BACW fans this next contest is to be held under Lumber Jack rules and will be one fall to the finish! Crowd: POP! Promo: Clearly this is a classic between two tough men but as you know Eric you can never rule out the smaller Magnum Randell. E.D: You know Paul; it doesn't surprise me that you said that... Promo: Why? E.D: Because you're always looking for an excuse! Promo: That is absolutely not true!! E.D: Oh yeah? Promo: YEAH!!! [Shuffles papers] Oh for Christ's sake! Let's go to the ring! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] [We join our match as McClain enters the ring...] Michael Stuffher: And in the corner to my left, this is Matt McClain! Crowd: BOO! E.D: Anything to say about him? Promo: Well I believe McClain is 100% focused on the match. He knows that this is a non-title match, but McClain also is taking Randell at face value that he is retiring after this match at American Bad Ass. See Matt wants to spoil the happy ending for Randell and is looking to use him as a stepping stone to move him into position that will benefit him if Batee is going to crown a new champion. E.D: Sounds like McClain is trying to prove to Batee that he deserves to be the BACW Champion and he was BORN to be the BACW Champion. Matt told me he's the best, and he's willing to go to great lengths to show how vicious and ruthless he can be. Promo: If he is victorious, look for this match to make Matt a big player in not only the BACW, but the NeWA as well. Michael Stuffher: And entering the ring to my right, this is Magnum Randell! Crowd: POP! [Entering the ring, Magnum stops on the ropes, to give the crowd a proper show.] [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Referee: Let's get it on! [With the pleasantries out of the way, the bell rings, and McClain throws his shirt at Magnum. Making the stink face, Magnum races across the ring, but McClain blocks the running drop kick, and unloads with one massive push that shoves Magnum instantly onto him back.] Promo: And the size advantage continues just as predicted. E.D: [Chuckling to himself] You said size and predicted. Promo: Would you stop looking at my pants! E.D: Looks like that punk Magnum is going to try and take an early break. [Magnum rolls to the apron, and as the lumber jacks close in, he tells them not to touch him.] Magnum Randell: GET OFF ME!!! Crowd: BOO! E.D: Just get in the ring and take your beating already! [Now in the ring, Magnum tries to kick at McClain's groin, but Matt head-butts him right in the God damn face forcing his nose to bleed. Flopping through the ropes and onto the apron, Magnum struggles to him knees as the lumberjacks converge once again.] Magnum Randell: I said don't touch me!!! E.D: I wish I was a lumber jack tonight. [Magnum warns them once again not to touch him as McClain clubs him down and flips him back into the ring. Propping him into the corner, Matt shoulders Magnum into the corner with a forceful thrust.] E.D: Body slam by Matt and my God no... McClain stands on Magnum's chest, and Magnum tries to fight back, but McClain head-butts him down and remains still in control. Promo: Think Matt would give me one of his boots after the match? E.D: I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer. [McClain pressed Magnum against the ropes, and he clubs the chest once again with a series of flesh tearing ba ba chops!] Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO! Promo: Irish whip by Crippler on Randell...looks like McClain is bringing him back for a short arm clothesline, laying out Magnum in the middle of the ring. Danger: Randell looks woozy a bit...do you think he's getting sick Paul? Promo: What the hell??? Seriously? He's getting sick Eric? Is there something wrong with you? Danger:, no...I don't think so, why? Do I look sick? Hurry, get me some aspirin!!! Promo: Why do I even bother? Back to the action, McClain is right on the attack as he has Magnum locked into a camel clutch, working on that neck. That seems to be the focal point for McClain tonight. [The ref looking for the tap out, but Magnum shakes his head no, as McClain applies more pressure to the neck. Without warning, McClain lets go and as he does so, slams Randell's face into the canvas, adding insult to injury. McClain picks him up, into a sitting position, as he surprises him with a spinal tap kick, and then follows up by grabbing Randell's head and nails a running snap mare, sending Magnum on to his back, grabbing his neck in pain.] Promo: McClain with a running start and jumps onto the ropes and nails Magnum with another picture perfect lionsault, bringing all of his weight down onto the upper back of Magnum instead of his stomach as he was flipped over laying on his stomach. Danger: McClain's on fire tonight! Think I'll need to cal the local fire department to cool him off some? Promo: Why do I even bother with you sometimes? McClain rolling to his back with a kip-up he pops up and looks like he's waiting for Kai to bring himself to his feet. Danger: Looks like McClain is baiting Magnum into a move...I bet this is going to hurt! [Randell struggles to get to his feet, as he makes it to his knees first and has no idea where McClain has gone to. Randell's legs are like rubber as he stands up and turns around to be met with a well-placed super kick to the jaw from McClain.] Danger: SUPERKICK BY McCLAIN! I knew it was going to hurt! Promo: McClain nails his Showstopper super kick to the jaw of Randell and he goes down once again. McClain with the cover! Referee: 1... 2... 3... Promo: NO! E.D: "The Heartthrob" somehow kicked out of the pin! Danger: Yeah but McClain is right back onto the attack of Magnum, not even thinking twice at the ref's call, McClain brings him to his feet and sets him up for what looks like a suplex attempt. [McClain hoist up Randell into a standing suplex position, McClain showing great strength holding up Magnum that long, allowing the blood to flow to his head, and drops him down into a brain buster DDT, bringing him down onto his neck.] Danger: I swear if I didn't know any better, ol' Matty McClain is trying to break Magnum's neck with a variation of the brain buster DDT! Promo: I say he's setting him up for his Breaking Point submission. [McClain with an Irish whip sends Magnum to the ropes and McClain is right behind him with a clothesline, sending Randell over the top rope and into the waiting Lumberjacks on the outside.] [The lumberjacks go right to work on Magnum as a huge group wrestler's jump on top of Randell and start beating him down as McClain stands in the center of the ring with a huge grin written on his face.] Danger: Matty McClain looks pretty happy with himself doesn't he! That dude amazes me! He's go skills, the looks, and the smarts! This kid is going to go far here in the BACW! Promo: What are you talking about you idiot??? You hate McClain! Danger: Oh yeah...I forgot about that.... McClain sucks! Promo: That woke Randell up a bit! McClain thinks this is funny! He has that sick little twinkle in his eyes as well! McClain is enjoying this! [McClain continues to assault and once again sends Magnum into the nylon.] E.D: Magnum ducks a decapitating clothesline, and McClain shoulder blocks him right the hell out of the ring! Promo: The lumberjacks roll him back in and Magnum isn't happy about that and folks we have to take a quick break! [Splitting the screen we someone sneaking around the backstage area wearing a Kurt Chavez mask.] Promo: What do you make of this Eric? E.D: I smell a Batee screw job in the making. [We come back from the split to see McClain powering Magnum around the ring with gigantic slams but raking the eyes, Magnum chop blocks the knee a few times, and using all him strength, chops McClain in the corner.] Crowd: WOO! Promo: He can't be serious... this guy isn't named the Crippler for nothing! E.D: Magnum looks to chop the cherry tree by working on the knee and McClain swats him away like a small gnat! Crowd: DAMN! [Magnum quickly comes back to work on the knee some more but grunt off the shots, as Matt once again swats Magnum away.] E.D: Matt is begging Magnum to bring it on and he better watch out! Magnum Randell: YOU WANT SOME!!!! Matt: Bring it BITCH! [Backing up into the opposite corner, Magnum hits a running dropkick in the corner and McClain finally goes down to his knees.] Crowd: OH! E.D: Magnum kicks him in the head and he's going for a near fall. Referee: 1... 2... Crowd: THREE!!! E.D: McClain's kicks out sends Magnum out of the ring. Referee: TWO!! Promo: The lumberjacks converge, and toss Magnum back in the ring. E.D: Did someone just cup Magnum? Promo: I doubt it! [Now back in the squared circle, McClain immediately takes him down with a fifth clothesline, and letting out a lions roar, throws Magnum across the ring like a rag doll once again!] Promo: Off the ropes with an Irish whip! E.D: Matt with a big boot and Magnum quickly gets turned inside out with a nasty shoulder tackle. Promo: Shoulders to the canvas! Referee: ONE! TWO!! Promo: McClain picks up a near fall and Magnum won't stay down! E.D: McClain looks insanely intense right now. Promo: He's got him up in the air!!! E.D: McClain military presses Magnum out of the ring and onto the lumberjacks. Promo: Hold on, I think Magnum raked the eyes before he went flying. [The lumberjacks all assault Magnum and he quickly gets to the apron, and McClain tosses him into the ring.] E.D: The two switch positions... [Magnum knocks McClain off the apron, and the lumberjacks attempt to throw him back into the ring but Sean Jackson who just appeared at ringside kicks away at the lumberjacks, and a big melee breaks out.] Promo: Someone get Sean Jackson out of here!!! Crowd: BOO! [The lumberjacks attack Magnum in the ring, and McClain throws all the lumberjacks out of the ring. McClain tries to get to Magnum, but the lumberjacks have caused too much chaos.] BAM!!! Promo: Jackson hits Randell with his finisher and rolling from the ring we have a press by a confused McClain! Referee: ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! Promo: I don't believe it! Matt McClain is the winner!! E.D: Seems like cheaters always prosper here in BACW. [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Stuffher: Your winner of the bout by pin fall - Matt McClain! [As Magnum struggle to his feet, Jackson rolls to the floor, and McClain's hand is raised in victory the announce team looks to wrap up the show.] Promo: Well folks, with no sign of Spectre, it appears our pay per view has come to an end.... What the hell is this all about?!?!? Jackson is getting back into the ring and he's rolling right up on both Magnum and Matt! [Both McClain and Randell and confused as all hell as to what Jackson is in the ring for and the look of rage and hate is written all over Jackson's face!] Promo: I don't understand why he's ruining the end to this show. E.D: He better watch out. [McClain and Randell look at each other and get into a defensive position unsure what Jackson is going to do. All three men circle each other until McClain jumps towards Jackson which causes Randell to rush in. Matt backs off and looks unsure of whether he should help or not.] Promo: McClain came here for a fight and damn it he's going to get one! [Randell starts to gain the upper hand and backs Jackson into a corner and starts to wail on him as McClain is still towards the center of the ring watching the two tear each other up. McClain still unsure of what he wants to do looks on as Randell continues laying lefts and right to the NeWA World Heavyweight Champion.] Promo: Randell turns and motions for McClain to help. [Matt nods his head and rushes in and slams his forearm into the back of Randell's back.] Promo: What the hell??? McClain is attacking Randell? You mean to tell me... NO!!! E.D: Holy shit! McClain and Jackson are working together!!! I knew I liked McClain for a reason! [McClain and Jackson start to gain the upper hand on Randell as Jackson backs Randell out of the corner and hits him with a left. He stumbles about and turns towards McClain and McClain hits him with a right. Jackson and McClain take turns with lefts and rights until Randell falls to the mat. McClain motions for Jackson to pick Randell up. Jackson smiles and holds him up which allows McClain to hit a super kick on the already groggy Magnum Randell as he crumbles to the mat again. McClain motions to Jackson to pick him up one more time and this time to put him on his shoulders. Jackson lifts him up with McClain's help. McClain climbs the turn buckle as Jackson turns away from McClain who is perched on the top rope. With Jackson and Randell facing away from McClain, McClain leaps out and flips over, grabbing Randell's neck and gives him a second flipping face buster, driving his face hard into the mat.] Promo: You have got to be kidding me! Jackson and McClain and working together? This is scary, and for a second week in a row, McClain has given Magnum Randell a flipping face buster on BACW programming! Danger: I guess McClain means business huh? Promo: It seems that way Eric! This was supposed to be Randell's night! This was his last match and he was supposed to walk out of here with his hand held high! This...this isn't right Eric...it's not supposed to end this way for Magnum! E.D: Why? He's still BACW's Heavyweight champion but the question now remains is Magnum Randell going out like a bitch or will he demand a re-match and come to fight? Promo: Only Magnum knows the answer to that one. E.D: Hey did you see Magnum's championship belt? Promo: It was here just a second ago... E.D: Well it's not here! Promo: For the last time I don't know what happened to it! [As the confusion over where the belt is continues, and the ring is cleared, we turn the show over to our ring announcer as Matt McClain has entered the ring with a garbage bag. Demanding that the scaffold and barbwire nets but set up, Jackson continues to pace the ring...] Promo: So much for the end of the show. It appears Sean Jackson has something to say and doesn't look too pleased right now. From what I have been told, he's been on a tear since winning the title trying to track down The Spectre, but to no avail. E.D: But can you blame him, Promo? If you recall, Spectre ASKED for this...this...match on crack. He's been begging for this match for months. Spectre even had his mangy hyena Johnny try to castrate Sean Jackson! And what happens once the match is finally booked?! Spectre takes the coward's way out by staging some elaborate scheme and burning down his compound so that everyone thinks he is dead! [Sean Jackson climbs out of the ring and reaches underneath the apron. He pulls out a shovel and tosses it into the ring as the finishing touches are placed on the Circus of Fun match.] Promo: Wonder what he's got in mind with that shovel. E.D: What do YOU think, Promo? Sean Jackson is on a mission right now and dead or not, I truly believe Sean Jackson is going to hold true to his word, and is ready to dig up the corpse of The Spectre! Promo: Kinda hard to do that when the body was claimed several days ago and no one knows for sure where the body is now, or if it was even buried. [Inside the ring, Sean Jackson has a microphone in one hand and the shovel in the other.] Sean Jackson: CUT MY MUSIC!! Crowd: BOO! [Pointing with the shovel] Sean Jackson: Spectre! Don't think for ONE second that I EVER thought you were dead! You pull some sort of shitty tactic, faking your death, to get out of a match that YOU asked for?! If I recall, I turned your ass down several times, and it was YOU who took matters into your own hands and to a whole new level when your NOW DEAD hyena Johnny grabbed my nuts, and I felt my heart in my throat! You convinced me to change my mind that night and accept your challenge for this Triple Threat Circus of Fun Match! Well, here I am! But where are you? Cowering and hiding in the back like some little sniveling chicken shit? I know you're in the back so get your ass out here - NOW! And if you are in fact DEAD, as has been alleged, I am going to take this shovel in my hand, dig your ass up and drag you to the ring! Stop wasting these people's time, and more importantly, stop wasting MY TIME!! [Sean Jackson places the microphone on the ground and begins to tap the wooden handle of the shovel in his hand, waiting on Spectre.] Crowd: Spectre! Spectre! Spectre! E.D: Can't get any clearer than that. Crowd: Spectre! Spectre! Spectre! Promo: Well, this crowd certainly wants to see Spectre rise from the dead. [Sean Jackson, tired of waiting, begins to step through the ropes and onto the apron when suddenly all the lights go out in the arena, which sends the crowd into a frenzy.] Crowd: MEGA POP! E.D: I swear to God, if Spectre walks out here, I'm going to puke! Promo: Don't even think about it. [After a few seconds, "Rocky Mountains" from The Shining OST ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0q2KZ4zrIY ) begins to play. The crowd instantly recognizes the music which was first played during the infamous "Video surveillance" footage. A single purple spotlight shines down right in front of the entrance way.] Promo: Could it really be? Is he alive? [Movement can be seen at the curtain. Finally, two hooded figures, one about six feet tall, the other close to seven feet tall, step through the curtain, wheeling a coffin with them.] E.D: What the hell is this? Did some of Spectre's buddies dig Spectre up so he could fulfill his contract? What sort of mind game is this Batee? Promo: Maybe Spectre really IS playing mind games from beyond the grave. E.D: Maybe Batee is just a sick twisted fuck! [The BACW crowd is in stunned disbelief, not sure what to make of the situation. Sean Jackson seems a bit confused as well. The hooded figures approach the ringside area and stop, standing on either side of the coffin, remaining still and silent, as the music continues to play and the purple spotlight is fixated solely on the coffin. Finally the music dies down, and the lights come back on. Sean Jackson's demeanor turns from confusion to anger, as he grabs the microphone back up and slides out of the ring. He places the shovel on the edge of the apron, and confronts the hooded figures. Sean Jackson: So is this it? Did Spectre send you boys out here to "unveil" Spectre? Is he waiting inside that coffin to scare me? [Shaking his head] How pathetic! [Sean Jackson approaches the smaller of the two hooded figures] Sean Jackson: Kinda small to be one of Spectre's minions, aren't you? [Sean Jackson rubs his chin with his hand, and then clocks the hooded figure in the face, knocking him to the ground. The taller figure remains motionless as the smaller hoof figure slowly moves on the ground. Sean Jackson mounts the smaller hooded figure and unmasks him, revealing a bloodied Devin Lynch, and causing the crowd to gasp.] E.D: Well, one down two to go, Sean. There's only two other possibilities of which one is Spectre. Take your pick, Sean. Sean Jackson: Hmmm... So it's the old shell game, eh? OK, which one is Spectre? Is it the coffin or taller minion? OK, I'll take what's behind door number three! That means the WALKING stiff! [Sean Jackson approaches the minion slowly and cautiously. But before he can unmask the other minion, the other minion unmasks himself by pulling back his hood, bringing horrendous screams and gasps from the crowd, and causing Sean Jackson to jump back and recoil in complete terror.] Promo: OH MY GOD!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! IT'S... IT'S... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . E.D: It's Dante?!!!! Holy BBQ smoke house Batman! Crowd: GASP! [A very scarred and burned Dante easily stares down Sean Jackson, yet remains motionless. The hair on Dante has been largely burned off in a jagged pattern, and patches of distinct burn areas cover the majority of Dante's face.] Promo: Dante is alive!! And everyone thought he was dead!! E.D: We all concluded that Spectre had kept Dante's body with him inside the compound, and that it was Dante's body found inside the compound after the fire was extinguished which makes complete sense. Promo: But if Dante is alive... then who or what is inside that coffin? E.D: Sean Jackson needs to quit while he still has some sense. Now we ALL know Spectre is inside the coffin! Just forget about the match Sean and get the hell out of out Dodge! [Sean, still on the floor, is bewildered and surprised to see Dante. Dante doesn't move. Sean slowly stands up, and approaches the coffin, as the crowd begins to sense and know where Spectre is hiding. Dante slowly unlocks the coffin, as Sean Jackson grabs the shovel, ready to swing as soon as the lid is opened. He looks over at Dante, who has a strange smile on his face. The lid is opened, and Sean Jackson looks inside, and immediately recoils back, covering his nose and mouth, vomiting over near the ring steps. Inside the ring, it is revealed that there appears to be something that resembles a charred and rotting corpse inside. There are screams throughout the arena, and the ring side crowd covers their nose and eyes in terror in disbelief.] Promo: Dear God!! Who the hell was that? E.D: Smells like Sarah Richards after sex. Promo: What is the meaning of all of this? Is that Spectre inside that coffin or not? [Sean Jackson keeps his hand over his mouth and slams the lid shut before getting in Dante's blackened face.] Sean Jackson: Who...who... No better yet! What the fuck was that?! [Dante says nothing...] Sean Jackson: Dante, I have waited for this day to arrive, to send Spectre to hell on MY terms, but it seems he has already chosen his own method! Well, you know what? I don't give a damn cause I WILL make sure this makes still happens. [Sean Jackson opens the lid of the coffin and begins barking orders at Dante.] Sean Jackson: I want you and your little buddy Devin here to take this corpse and carry that corpse onto that scaffold! I don't care how you do it, or how many times you fucking puke because of the smell while you do it! Then I'm going to throw this motherfucker off that scaffold, into that barbwire net and end this right now!! [The crowd boos Sean Jackson unmercifully as Dante does not move.] Promo: What a callous and disgusting display and utter lack of respect by Sean Jackson! E.D: I gotta admit, Promo, this is something not even I want to touch. Sean Jackson is going way too far. Sean Jackson: Do you all hear me? I am going to pin that freak and send him to hell! [Sean Jackson turns to the nearest camera right next to him, and screams into it.] Sean Jackson: I'M THE NeWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, GOD DAMN IT!! [Sean Jackson looks slightly off to the side, and the look on his face quickly turns to shock. ] Sean Jackson: What the fu- [Sean Jackson never completes his sentence as the camera view shows Sean Jackson's face collide with the camera. Another camera angle shows the cameraman holding the camera in his hands and standing over a bloody Sean Jackson.] Crowd: POP! Promo: The crowd is completely confused E.D: What the hell just happened? [The Camera man tosses the camera to the floor, towering over Sean Jackson.] Promo: This BACW crew member just cold-cocked Sean Jackson with his camera! E.D: Yeah, a fifteen THOUSAND dollar camera. That'll come out of that guy's paycheck! But who is he? He looks like Joaquin Phoenix during his rap day with that scraggly beard and dark shades. [The cameraman kneels down and slowly picks up the microphone that Sean Jackson held. He almost begins to speak, but then changes his mind and begins pulling off his beard.] E.D: A fake!! Cameraman: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself..... [The cameraman removes his glasses, revealing brown eyes with dark shadowing on the bottom of the eye lids] Cameraman: My name... is JEREMIAH WOODS... [Finally, the cameraman removes his baseball cap revealing his hair.] Cameraman: "The Spectre"... Jeremiah Woods!! Crowd: Yeeeeaaaaaahhhh!!!!! ED: What the hell, Promo? What did Spectre do to his hair? Promo: What does it look like? He buzz cut it, and now he has black hair! But forget the hair! What about this new name? Who is he? WHAT is he? ED: Somebody who obviously snapped and is more dangerous than ever! TS Jeremiah Woods: Sean once said the best thing to do is hide in plain sight! So from this point forward, I can do just that, and NO ONE will see me coming in a crowd, ESPECIALLY Sean Jackson! [Jeremiah Woods drops the microphone and begins to drag a dazed Sean Jackson up the scaffold. Head butting, and punching the world champion, the two reach the top and TS Jeremiah Woods pulls out a tazer.] Crowd: POP! [Holding it up into the air and waiting for the crowd's excitement to hit an all-time crescendo, he jams it into the center of Sean Jackson's chest. The electricity causes Jackson to convulse and immediately foam at the mouth and with a referee now inside the ring; TS Jeremiah Woods peers downward into the barbwire netting and smiles. Pulling a limp champion from the scaffolding floor, spits in his face and tosses him off like a rag doll.] Promo: AAHH!!!!! KA-BOOM!!!!! Crowd: WHOA!!! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! E.D: OH MY... [Crashing through the barbwire netting and slamming into the ring from 25 feet above, Jackson is instantly torn up. The blood oozes onto BACW's logo and panning upward, we can see a shot of Spectre running his finger across his throat. Without warning, TS Jeremiah Woods leaps into the air, and soaring downward, drops a twenty foot splash onto the champion.] BOOOOOOMMM!!!! Promo: OH MY GOD!!!!!!! Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! [With both men now tangled up in the barbwire, and bleeding like stuck pigs the referee hits the canvas from the floor.] Referee: ONE! Referee: TWO!! Crowd: THREE!!! Promo: I don't believe it! The Spectre... I mean TS Jeremiah Woods has become the new NeWA World Heavyweight Champion!!! E.D: I knew Jackson should have run while he had the chance. [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Stuffher: Your winner of the bout, and new National eWrestling Alliance World Heavyweight Champion! TS Jeremiah Woods!!! Crowd: POP!!! Promo: Into the ring come the seconds to cut both men from his mass of barbwire and unfortunately folks, that's all the time we have for now! On behalf of BACW, Mr. Batee and the NeWA, we bid you good night from Sturgis! End PPV [As the credits finish rolling, we cut to a shaky live feed chasing the hooded man into nearby vacant locker room. The BACW championship is firmly clutched in his right hand as he pulls down a duffle bag from a well hidden cubby hole. There isn't a clear visual on which the figure is, but it seems that he is alarmed at the discovery of the camera crew in the room with him. He jokingly puts his hands in the air indicating a surrender.] ???? ??????: You guys caught me. Red handed, I might add. You know, it didn't have to be like this. I didn't ever want to be a part of this sport again. I set myself up for life. So lets just be clear, it isn't about the money... [He says that as he throws a couple of stacks of hundred dollar bills in the bag.] ???? ??????: It isn't about being the biggest threat... [As he removes a gun from his waist band and places it in the bag.] ???? ??????: ...It isn't about the superficial. [Removing a Ferrari key from his pocket, he twirls it around his finger before throwing it in his bag. He removes the hoody to reveal his golden tanned skin, his all too familiar tattoo collection adorning his arms and his thick slicked back hair. He digs through the bag to find a pair of Ray Bans that he immediately puts on his face, still turned away from the view of the camera.] ???? ??????: It's about the legacy. It didn't end right. Here we are all these months later, and these motherfuckers still can't keep my name out of their mouths. Every time I turn around, it's someone new - Well amigos, it's time to put your words to task. Legends have a way of never fading from existence. Through their body of work, they create long lasting memories that capture an audience for decades at a time. From the battles with McNeil, to the riveting show of dominance against Kai...to that last match, winning the Grinder. I have given you all the highest value of entertainment I could. [He walks over to the bathroom where it is clear that this was someone elses locker room that he commandeered. A large pair of women's underwear is filling the sink, along with a small bag of an unknown white substance, presumably cocaine. He picks up the bag and lifts the toilet seat, rips the bag open and flushes the drugs down the toilet.] ???? ??????: The scary part is, last time I had a weakness. Not anymore. I spent a year getting my shit together in the Bahamas. I had no idea they offered such great rehab programs. Not to mention the women... that's one weakness I can live with. [He digs through the trashcan and pulls out what appears to be a perfectly fine apple. He wipes it on his shirt and takes a loud, crunchy bite.] ???? ??????: For too long, I have sat on the sidelines watching people walk around with my belongings. For too long I have yearned for competition and been unable to satisfy my appetite. For too long I have wanted to return to the NWA and get my goddamned world championship back... well now's the time, kids. [He tosses the BACW belt into the duffle bag and zips it shut. He tosses a plain white tank top on then slings the duffle bag over his shoulder.] ???? ??????: I have faced some rather challenging demons, yet I can proudly say that I have bested them. That doesn't mean that I walk this earth without fear. My foes have tried to take me out. Drugs have tried to take me out. Hell, even "cancer" tried to take me out. Death is all around us and life itself is just a contest to see who can avoid it. Death is my greatest fear. Fortunately I have come to the realization that it is an irrational fear. Why, you ask? [The formerly hooded man turns toward the camera with a smirk painted on his face finally exposing his identity.] ???? ??????: [Scroll down] ...because legends like Kurt "Motherfucking" Chavez - never die!!! End PPV