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[Part 5]: The Piggley Wiggley
[As we fading from a scowling Sam Natas, our vantage point changes to that of a grocery store. This time the Oval-tron shows Mrs. Batee going down an aisle looking for an assortment of comfort foods. Chocolate, ice cream, and few bits of hard candy all rest in her hand held basket, and as she continues to stroll down the isle, the same voyeur who was spying on her at the house looks on.]
Mrs. Batee: I hate this time of month! Cramps! Pads! Sometimes I wish I was the one yelling, [mocking her husband] BAAAAAAACW! Ha! Ha! Ha! [Stupid face] I'm the B-M-O-C of the ...
[Raising her eyes from the shelf, she casually glances over her shoulder only to reveal an old woman and her husband arguing over prune juice. Pulling in tight, we tag along as the two get ready to rumble.]
Old Woman: You aren't going to shit your pants Herman; it's just going to make your stool loose.
Old Man: That's what you said the last time!
Old Woman: The stuff I gave you last time was a laxative, these are prunes!
Old Man: Don't call me a prude you dried up battleaxe!
Old Woman: Dried up battleaxe? You know there was a time when I rocked Dick Clark's world on New Year Eve!
Old Man: When? 1801!
Old Woman: Fine! We won't buy it and you can crap concrete for the rest of your life for all I care!
[Fading from the conversation, Mrs. Batee can only imagine what her husband is going to be like when he gets too old to run his wrestling business.]
Mrs. Batee: [Thinking aloud] There's that odd chill again; almost like someone's watching me...
[With her view not looking towards the camera any longer, the mystery person hides behind a shelf as Batee's wife now moves through the soup isle. Throwing a can of Chicken Noodle soup into her basket, she nonchalantly saunters down another aisle whistling BACW's theme music. The stalker turns with her into the medicine isle, and Mrs. Batee instantly gets in a bad mood when she sees the next item on her list.]
Mrs. Batee: [Rolling her eyes] UGH! I hate buying hemorrhoid cream for him! I swear; one day I'm going to announce to the entire world that Mr. Batee has boils the sized of Texas in his ass!
[The camera slowly follows her and zooms in on her tight rump as she bends over to take advantage of this week's meat specials. The feed gradually moves over the quarter round, slides up passed the baby back ribs, and creeps along a slim goose neck.]
Mrs. Batee: This looks like a good size.
[Holding up the sausage links, the footage suddenly turns to static once again.]
[Part 6]: Jeff Harris vs. Alec Ace
[Ding!] [Ding!] [Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next bout is scheduled for one fall and will hold a 20 minute time limit.
[Ding!] [Ding!] [Ding!]
Stuffher: Already in the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada... He weighed in at 284 pounds and stands 6'8" tall. Making his BACW debut, this is Jeffrey Harris!
Crowd: [POP!] Jeff! Jeff! Jeff!
[As "Power Struggle" by Sunna comes to a fade, the announcer looks to the timekeeper to cue up his opponent.]
[Ding!] [Ding!] [Ding!]
[Shooting from the corners of the stage, pyrotechnics criss cross at the midpoint of the stage and out all the way through the curtains come “Superstar” Alec Ace wearing his short white trunks with matching wrestling boots. Pointing to the trademark ace of spades on the backside of tights, Alec hits a pose 5 feet from the curtain before shaking out the pump, and heading towards the ring.]
Promo: I really like what Alec Ace brings to the table and as an older more established wrestler, I think the best word to describe a man like him is consistency. What do you think Mike?
Cavenaugh: It's hard for me to comment on someone I have never really followed but if his physical shape is any indication as to his skill level, Harris is going to have his hands full.
[Stopping on the apron in kneeling position, Ace briefly pauses before jetting through the middle and top ropes. Spinning in 360 degree fashion with his hands outstretched, Alec cocks his jaw to the left, oozing with arrogance.]
Crowd: Ace! Ace! Ace!
[Removing his sequin robe, and handing it to the second, Ace continues to pull on the ropes while his introduction continues.]
Stuffher: At this time BACW is proud to introduce you to his opponent on my left. He comes to us from the sun shine state and resides in Tampa Bay, Florida. Tonight, this man stands 6 foot 4 inches tall and tipped our scales a perfect 246 pounds of muscular perfection. Boasting an impressive 4 percent body fat massive, ladies and gentlemen, he NeWA’s Newest Rising Star! “Superstar” Alec Ace!
[Up onto the second turnbuckle and striking a pose, Ace encourages the fans to cheer even more.]
Promo: Ace is an incredibly strong wrestler who often executes a ton of power moves in an attempt to tire out his opponents early in the match.
Cavenaugh: Sounds like he is also very intelligent.
Promo: Indeed, constantly working ahead of his opponents most of the time, this is what makes Alec Ace such a fantastic counter wrestler.
Caevnaugh: From what I have heard, Ace seems to know his way around the ring, and will use everything he sees to slow his opponent down. So not only is he a technical wonder, but he can take it to the extreme too if need be.
Referee: Ring the bell!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: The wrestlers are ready, the referee has called for the bell, and here we GO!
[Collar tie in the center of the ring leads to a go behind by Ace and quickly taking Harris off his feet, Alec dumps the 6'8" veteran onto his neck with a side suplex. Off the canvas by the hair and tossing Jeff into the nylon, Harris is taken down to the mat with a killer clothesline from hell.]
Crowd: [Stomping]
Promo: Ace seems to have gotten his offense off first but Harris is a fighter who's not just going to give up.
[THUD!]
Jeff Harris: [UGH!]
Cavenaugh: Harris hits the turnbuckle courtesy of a hard Irish whip and here comes Alec with a bull rush!
[Leaping into the air and looking for a high knee, Harris alters his position and catching Ace in the air, unleashes an animalistic power bomb!]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: Harris positions himself on Ace and unloading with punches in bunches, Alec Ace can't stop the shots from landing!
Cavenaugh: Ace needs to roll his hip and get out from underneath.
[With Alec seeing stars, the lanky Harris drags him to his feet and jamming his head between his legs, yanks backwards into a pulling pile driver.]
Promo: Ace bears down and rotating with his back to the ropes, aches upwards!
Cavenaugh: Harris isn't going to like where this is going!
Promo: Up and over the ropes via an Alec Ace back body drop and here comes the springboard!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Connecting with the cross body, Alec points to the railing and this pumps some energy into the crowd.]
Alec Ace: Let me here you!
Crowd: Let's go Ace! Let's Harris! Let's go Ace! Let's Harris! Let's go Ace! Let's Harris! Let's go Ace! Let's Harris! Let's go Ace! Let's Harris! Let's go Ace! Let's Harris! Let's go Ace! Let's Harris!
Promo: Irish whip into the railing by Ace...
Cavenaugh: NO! Reversal by Harris!
[CLANG!]
Alec Ace: [In pain] NOOOO!!!!!!!
[Arching his back against the cold steel, Ace stumbles forward right into a Jeff Harris scoop slam!]
Cavenaugh: That'll leave a mark.
Promo: Lifting Alec to his feet, Harris rolls him back under the bottom ropes and entering the ring, Jeff motions for his chain reaction finisher.
[The signal to the crowd gives Ace an opportunity rake the eyes and driving a boot into his midsection, Harris is helpless to stop Alec's patented "Superstar Crunch!"]
Promo: Ace with his finisher!
[CRRRUUUNNNCCHHH!]
Cavenaugh: Looked like the Right Move Stunner.
Jeff Harris: [ARGH!]
Crowd: [POP!]
Alec Ace: [Pulling on the leg] Count him ref!
Referee: ONE!
Crowd: TWO!! THREE!!! [YEAH!]
Referee: That's it ring the bell! Ring the bell, this one's over!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the contest by pin fall, "Superstar" Alec Ace!
Promo: Well Mike, Alec Ace has certainly pulled off a great win here tonight and it was in a match that I didn't think he wasn't capable of winning.
Cavenaugh: BACW hasn't seen the last of Jeff Harris and the only thing I have to say is; I'm glad I'm not his next opponent.
Crowd: [Continuous POP!]
[Part 7]: Bad Boys, Bad Boys, Whatcha Gonna do?
[As Ace climbs the turnbuckle to collect his pop, the shot once again goes to static and the feed comes into focus back on the front lawn of Batee's residence. Red and blue flashes lights from the police car parked outside signal something is amiss, and ringing the door bell with his hand on his unsnapped gun, the officer waits for someone to answer the front door. After a very short minute, Mr. Batee's wife finally answers it dressed in her revealing spandex workout gear. The conversation is inaudible but the officer's inspection of the grounds is blind to the intruder who looks on from afar. Entering the home, the officer finds nothing suspicious, and turning back to Batee's wife, exits satisfied with his search.]
Mrs. Batee: Thank you for coming out officer, Jeremy and my husband are sometimes a bit too over protective.
Police Officer: Not a problem miss, like the car says, "To protect & serve."
[The Officer walks to his car, gets in, and with one turn of the key, drives away.]
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