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[Part 11]: INTERPROMOTIONAL TAG TEAM
David Dunn & Chris Jacobs
vs.
Matt McClain & Ulfric
[The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.]
#Suppose you were to die tonight, what would you say?#
#Do you believe in life after death? I do…do…do…do…#
[A hush falls over the arena as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. With out warning, crimson colored lights explode through out the arena. The fans can now see clips of Matt McClain and Ulfric in the ring over the years comes to life on the video wall above the entrance way. Soon a new theme, The Walking Dead, can be heard through out the arena.]
# In the chill of the night#
#I can feel my heart racing#
#As I run towards the light#
#That seems so far away#
#Wondering forever#
#In the darkest of shadows#
#Wondering if I will ever see you again#
#Wondering if I will ever see you again#
#I'll take your love#
#(I'll take your love)#
#I'll take your hate#
#(take your hate)#
#I'll take you're desire#
#I'll take the world#
#When it turns on you#
#(When it turns on you)#
#I'll set it on fire#
#W-the-w-th-th-the walking dead#
#The walking dead (walking dead)#
[Through the crimson mist, a ring of fire can now be seen as the fans can see two men rising up from the floor, Matt McClain and Ulfric. Ulfric is motionless where as McClain stretches out both of his arms, forming a human crucifix like shape. Once both men have risen like a phoenix from its ashes, they step out of the ring of fire. McClain looks around the arena as a grin plays across his lips. The fans start to boo at the mere sight of McClain and Ulfric, which is like music to McClain’s ears where as it has no difference to Ulfric. McClain slowly raises both arms high into the air as the crowd roars with their disapproval.]
[The Angels of Mercy begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights glisten off of McClain’s skin and cast a pale reflection on Ulfric and his black leather duster that trails behind him. McClain is dressed in a pair of blood red tights. On his left leg in a gold colored material and outlined in white you see “CRIPPLER. On the opposite leg in the same gold colored material outlined in white is McClain modified cross. McClain has his hands, wrist, and forearms tapped in a heavy black tape. His short bleach blonde hair dangles slightly over his silver-framed Oakley’s, hiding his cold ice-white eyes from the fans behind the shimmering ice iridium lens. Ulfric’s ring gear is simple, a pair of black leather pants along with black wrestling boots. He wears no shirt under the black leather duster as his battle scars are visible from the wars that he has gone through in the past.]
#Digging in the dirt#
#I can feel you getting closer#
#Steadying my hands through the blistering pain#
#Anxiously awaiting for the earth to reveal you#
#Wondering if I will ever see you again (see you again)#
#Wondering if I will ever see you again#
#I'll take your love#
#(I'll take your love)#
#I'll take your hate#
#(take your hate)#
#I'll take you're desire#
#I'll take your heart#
#I'll take your pain#
#(I'll take your pain)#
#I'll bring you to life#
#I'll bring you to life#
#W-the-w-th-th-the walking dead#
#The walking dead (walking dead)#
#I'll bring you to life#
#I'll take your love#
#(I'll take your love)#
#I'll take your hate#
#(take your hate)#
#I'll take you're desire#
[As soon as the Angels of mercy enter the ring, two spotlights bath as they converge into the center of the ring where they appear to be frozen in place. McClain’s chiseled body, still bathed in the pale crimson light, is ridged as well as Ulfric. McClain soon breaks his stance by jerking up his arms high into the air as Ulfric stands motionless. The boo’s of the fans give Matt a sudden rush. With his arms out stretched high into the air, flash bulbs all over the arena pop with a bright white light as the booing of the fans get louder and louder allows the lights in the arena to slowly come back on.]
#I'll take the world#
#When it turns on you#
#(it turns on you)#
#W-the-w-th-th-the walking dead#
#I'll bring you to life#
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And now in the ring, they the team of Matt McClain and Rick Ulfric!
Crowd: [POP!] Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
[With team BACW now introduced, the challengers enter the ring to their entrance music and pyrotechnics.]
Stuffher: Coming through the ropes, ladies and gentlemen, he is NWA's World Heavyweight champion; David Dunn!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Stuffher: And his partner, NWA's "X" Division champion, Chris Jacobs!
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: Well, it looks like The Crippler will start things out for BACW. But apparently there seems to be some discussion going on as to whether David Dunn or Chris Jacobs will start things out for CoP.
[In the corner of CoP, Jacobs and Dunn can be seen talking. Both are giving reasons as to why they want to start. Jacobs seems determined to start for his team, seeing that McClain is starting for BACW. David Dunn though shows a cocky and confident smile and nods his head as he gently directs Jacobs over to their corner as if to say ‘I got this one, don’t worry.’]
Cavenaugh: You know if it weren’t for the fact that Dunn is one of the most overrated champions in NWA, I’d say he was a halfway decent wrestler. But of course as everyone knows, the ONLY reason why David Dunn even became Champion is because he licked the asses of the NWA suits!
Promo: You can't really prove that Mike and many could make an argument that you're just jealous of the champion's recent success.
Cavenaugh: I don't need to prove anything to you or anyone else! It's my opinion and I'm entitled to it so move on!
Promo: What about Chris Jacobs, though? He’s a stellar competitor in the X Division.
Cavenaugh: Uh, yeah, right. Jacobs falls under the classic “we feel sorry for the guy” routine. A few months ago, Jacobs didn’t have a contract to his name, and even Deadman refused to sign him. But lo and behold, he somehow manages to weasel his way into the X Division Tournament, and MIRACULOUSLY wins the whole thing, despite being outwrestled, outclassed, and out done in EVERY match he was involved in! A lot of BETTER wrestlers got screwed that night, just so that the NWA could engulf the fans with this shallow “overcoming all odds” scenario.
Promo: Wow, tell us how you REALLY feel.
Cavenaugh: I thought I just did.
[In the ring, McClain and Dunn begin to circle the ring.]
Promo: Looks like this contest is getting underway. It’s BACW versus CoP, and HERE WE GO!!!
[McClain and Dunn continue to circle one another inside the ring. They approach one another for a collar and elbow tie-up, when suddenly…]
[The lights go out and “Memphisto” by Depeche Mode blares on the loud speaker. An eerie purple glow and an ominous fog roll down the entrance way and ramp. The Spectre steps from behind the curtain to a mixture of boos and cheers. The Spectre wears the BACW Heavyweight Title around his waist. Being led on a chain leash is Spectre’s pet hyena Johnny. The chain is in Spectre’s right hand, and in his left hand is a small open box that Spectre keeps bringing up to his mouth. Apparently the box has some sort of food in it as Spectre smacks his mouth after each time he brings the box down from his mouth. ]
Promo: Well, this is an unexpected surprise. Spectre is schedule to defend his title later tonight against Mike Sloan. So one can only wonder what business Spectre has coming down to ringside. All four men in this match want to know, I want to know, and by God, I bet everyone in this building wants to know.
[Spectre continues to walk down to the ring as all four men, especially Matt McClain keep their eyes fixated on the Purple Haired Freak. As Spectre passes by BACW’s corner, McClain leans over and mouths some expletives to Spectre, who simply smiles and waves at McClain as he makes his way over to the announce booth. ]
Cavenaugh: Looks like he’s coming over here, Promo.
Promo: Oh, God, please, no. Please don’t let Spectre bring that mangy hyena next to me. Every time he does that hyena pisses or craps next to me, and it stinks up the whole area.
Cavenaugh: All that means is that Johnny’s in love with you, Promo.
Promo: That’s NOT funny.
[Spectre comes around to the announce booth as the lights come back on. Spectre stares at Cavenaugh, who is unmoved by Spectre’s stare down. ]
Cavenaugh: Uh… Something I can help you with, freak?
[Spectre grabs an extra headset and puts it on.]
Spectre: Your services are no longer needed tonight at ringside, Mikey!
Cavenaugh: Uh, yeah, right. On whose authority?
Spectre: Mister Batee, that’s who! So get your ass up out of my seat!
[Cavenaugh seems irritated at Spectre’s disrespect. He slowly stands up, removing his headset and gets right up in Spectre’s face. Neither man budges.]
Cavenaugh: Oh yeah? Batee is going to tell me what to do? [Turns to Promo] Hang on Promo, I'm going to find Batee and introduce my foot to his ass!
[Cavenaugh starts to head toward the back, but stops before he can get ten feet and turns back to look at Spectre.]
Spectre: Go on! Just keep right on walking!
Cavenaugh: You my friend have no idea what kind of trouble you asked for. 2008 Spectre! And that's all I'm going to say about that.
[Cavenaugh leaves as Spectre sits down in the empty chair, purposely placing Johnny between him and Promo. Spectre seems amused as he watches Cavenaugh disappear behind the curtain.]
Spectre: Hehehehe… I wonder what that was all about. Is he telling me it’s almost 2008? Do you think I don’t know that? What do you think, Promo?
[Promo is about as far over on the left side of his chair as he can get away from Johnny.]
Johnny: [Showing his teeth] GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Promo: I think Johnny looks hungry. When was the last time you fed him?
Spectre: Hehehehehehe… Call the match, Promo.
Promo: Good point.
[McClain has backed Dunn into the corner with the collar and elbow tie-up. McClain quickly switches to a barrage of elbow shots to the side of Dunn’s head. Dunn tries to fight it off, but is trapped in the corner. In steps the referee to try and break it up, and as the referee forces McClain away from Dunn, McClain…]
Referee: Come on McClain break it up he's in the ropes!
Crowd: OHHHH!
Promo: McClain just slapped Dunn across the face.
Referee: I see that again and you're done do you hear me!? When I say break you break!
Spectre: Hehehehehe… McClain just lay-eth the Smack-eth Down on Dunn’s candy ass!
[Spectre again brings the box of food to his mouth and eats whatever is inside.]
Promo: What’s in the box, Spectre?
Spectre: [Reaching inside the box and pulling out a few pieces] Candy corn. Want some?
Promo: No, thank you!
Spectre: [Chomping away at the candy as the bits fall from his mouth all over Promo's papers.] That’s ok. I wouldn’t have given you any anyway.
Promo: Dunn taken aback by McClain’s slap. And again Dunn goes for the collar and elbow tie-up.
[This time Dunn forces McClain back in the corner, and assaults McClain with a series of shoulder blocks. McClain can be seen laughing as Dunn is surprised at McClain’s reaction to the shoulder blocks. Dunn slaps McClain in the face, but McClain just continues to laugh.]
Spectre: McClain seems amused at something. I bet he’s laughing at Dunn’s wrestling ability, or lack thereof. Hehehehehehehehehe…
Promo: Dunn is furious over McClain’s total disrespect, and sends the Crippler into the opposite corner with an Irish Whip. McClain hits the corner, and comes flying out with a lariat that nearly takes the NWA Heavyweight Champion’s head!
Crowd: [OOO!]
Spectre: Here’s a bit of trivia for you, Promo. Did you know McClain is an avid Houston Astros fan? You think maybe he was imagining himself in the World Series hitting a Grand Slam? I think a few of Dunn’s teeth just landed in the nosebleed seats! Hehehehehe…
Promo: That lariat just shocked Dunn. He can’t believe the power behind that hit. Chris Jacobs is motioning to be tagged in...
Chris Jacobs: [Stretching from his corner.] Tag me in Dave!
Promo: ...but Dunn is waving his partner off! Is that a wise thing to do?
Spectre: Well, Dunn has managed to do a rather piss-poor job so far. I guess Jacobs wants in just to prove he can do just as much of a piss-poor job as his partner.
Promo: Dunn again is in McClain’s face yelling and screaming at him.
David Dunn: What kind of playground is this? I'm the world champion damn it and you... UGH!
[Dunn continues his yelling. McClain puts his hand over Dunn’s face and shoves Dunn to the ground hard...]
Matt McClain: This is my house Dunn and if you can't take the bumps, too damn bad!
[...McClain is now yelling and pointing at Dunn who is still on the ground glaring up at McClain. ]
Spectre: Hehehehehe… This is probably the one and ONLY time you’ll ever see me actually cheering for MATTY! Hehehehehehe…. YEAH, MATTY! KICK HIS ASS!! HEHEHEHEHE!!!
David Dunn: I'm never coming back to this stomp hole again!
Promo: Dunn is livid. He slaps the mat in anger, stands up and charges The Crippler who sidesteps Dunn and takes Dunn down with a drop toehold. OH, and McClain is going for his Breaking Point!
[McClain tries to apply the Breaking Point, but Dunn quickly slithers away and outside the ring. He paces around the outside of the ring, checking to see if his nose is bleeding from hitting the canvas, and kicking the ring steps in anger. Chris Jacobs goes over to Dunn to try and calm him down. McClain attempts to go to the outside but the referee stops his count and has to try and hold McClain at bay.]
Spectre: See, that’s what’s wrong with McClain. He’s too much of a hothead to just wait.
Promo: And the longer he gives the referee problems, the longer it gives Dunn a chance to rest.
Spectre: Oh, yeah? [Spectre pops some more candy corn in his mouth] We’ll see about that. Johnny! FETCH!
Johnny: GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
[Johnny gets to his feet and makes his way from the announcer’s booth over to the side of the ring where Dunn and Jacobs are standing. They see Johnny stalking them, and they bolt. Jacobs jumps over the guard rail while Dunn rolls back in the ring into the waiting arms of Matt McClain.]
Promo: Johnny just scattered Dunn and Jacobs. Dunn just got back into the ring, and just got belly-to-belly suplexed into the wrong corner!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Dunn is wobbly as he gets to his feet, and doesn’t notice Ulfric is mere inches away from him. Dunn looks toward McClain, but Ulfric grabs Dunn and applies a stranglehold while pummeling Dunn with forearm shots across his chest.]
Promo: Looks like Ulfric wants to get in on the act! And now both McClain and Ulfric are assaulting Dunn in the corner. Referee laying in a count….
Referee: ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…FI-!
[At the last moment, Ulfric releases the hold on Dunn, allowing McClain to continue his assault.]
Referee: I said break it up! One more time Ulfric! I'm warning you! One more time and you're both out of here!
Promo: McClain and Dunn just barely beating the five count to avoid disqualification.
Spectre: McClain now with the legal tag on Ulfric.
Referee: TAG!
Promo: McClain sends Dunn to the opposite side, off the ropes, and is met by the clothesline from hell by Ulfric!
Spectre: Say what you will about Ulfric. The guy is a one-eyed gimp, who has no business being in the ring. But he is one hard-hitting, crazy, determined son-of-a-bitch!
Promo: I think now would be a good time for Dunn to tag in Jacobs. Ulfric and McClain have been toying with Dunn this whole time. And now that Jacobs is back in his corner, Dunn might not get another opportunity!
[Jacobs holds out his hand as far as it will reach as Dunn now recognizes it’s time to tag him out. He crawls over in the direction of Jacobs, as Ulfric stalks Dunn. Dunn gets within three feet of his corner before Ulfric stomps on Dunn’s open hand on the mat. Dunn screams in agony as he grabs his now possibly broken hand. Ulfric grabs Dunn up and with one hand throws Dunn across the ring and into the neutral corner. Dunn stands up and looks at Ulfric like he’s crazy. He’s in obvious pain as he holds his hand, and the pain almost brings Dunn to tears.]
Spectre: Tell me something, Promo. Is this the so-called “NWA Heavyweight Champion”? Good God, the man is horrible! I heard Dunn and Jacobs were so confident of their match here tonight, that they didn’t even bother to prepare. They thought they had this one in the bag. But so far, this match is proving that Dunn and Jacobs are nothing but a couple of pussies!
Promo: I don’t know about calling them that, but this BACW partisan crowd is definitely letting Dunn know what they think of him.
CROWD: You suck dick! You suck dick! You suck dick! You suck dick!
Dunn: You people can go to hell!
Crowd: [BOO!!!]
[A tiny piece of food hits Dunn square in the face. Irate, Dunn looks for the culprit.]
Dunn: Who the hell did that? Who threw something at me!
[Dunn looks all around, until he notices Spectre smiling and waving at him. Spectre reaches into his box of candy corn and tosses another piece at Dunn, hitting him in the face. ]
Dunn: You son-of-a- !
[Dunn starts to step through the ropes, but is cut off by Ulfric who delivers a forearm shot to the back of Dunn’s head.]
Promo: Whoa! Dunn just tried to confront Spectre for his rather sophomoric antics, but Ulfric just clobbered Dunn in the head, and is now laying into Dunn with a series of knife edge chops!
Crowd: WHoooooooooooo! …… Whoooooooooooooooo!....... Whoooooooooooo! ......Whooooooooooooo!
Promo: Dunn’s chest is beet red from those knife edges, and now, Ulfric hits the STUNNER!! Ulfric hit’s the STUNNER!! Ulfric with the cover, and the count…
One………….
Two………
Thr-………
Promo: Whoa! Ulfric pulls Dunn up, stopping the count! Ulfric pulling Dunn up by his hair, and now choking Dunn with the top rope. Dunn can’t…
Referee: One... Two... Three...
[Promo looks over at Spectre who is tossing candy corn at Chris Jacobs, trying to hit him.]
Promo: What the hell are you doing, Spectre?
Spectre: Trying to get Chris Jacobs’ attention, hehehehehehe.
Chris Jacobs: Come on Dave! Fight it! FIGHT IT!!!!
[Jacobs is desperately trying to cheer Dunn over to their corner, but Dunn can do nothing but gasp for air as his airway is being blocked by the rope. Finally, Ulfric snaps the top rope back, causing the back of Dunn’s head to bounce off the canvas. ]
Promo: David Dunn has been totally dominated in this match.
Spectre: And by Ulfric and Matt McClain no less.
Promo: Dunn is not giving up, though. He is trying desperately to get to his feet on wobbly knees. He sees Jacobs reach his hand out for the tag, and he stumbles worse than a drunk on Saturday night toward his corner.
[Ulfric grabs Dunn by the trunks and shoulder and throws him shoulder first into the ring post.]
Promo: OH! That may have separated Dunn’s shoulder! Just as Dunn was finally making his way over to his corner, Ulfric threw Dunn right into the ring post! Ulfric now pulling Dunn from the corner lifts Dunn up in a gorilla press…and he just dropped Dunn face first on the ring post! Dunn is busted open!!
Spectre: Hmmm… in-ring death? That’s one way to strip the title away from that no-talent hack!
Promo: Oh! And look at this! Ulfric and McClain are actually in their corner, and they’re laughing! They’re watching and actually allowing Dunn to go to his corner. Dunn is very slowly crawling to his corner. I guess McClain and Ulfric grew tired of Dunn, and now they want Jacobs in the ring.
Spectre: Not if I can help it.
[Spectre stands up, grabs a handful of candy corn, and chunks it at Jacobs. A few pieces hit him, and Jacobs turns to look at Spectre, who stands up on top of the announcer’s booth and proceeds to moon Jacobs, who immediately becomes irate.]
Chris Jacob: THAT'S IT!!!
Promo: Dunn almost to his corner! He can tag in Jacobs and get a much needed rest.
[Spectre sees Dunn is almost to the corner, so he takes a promotional picture of Dunn and Jacobs and proceeds to wipe his ass with it, making sure Jacobs see him do it. Jacobs immediately jumps down off the apron and walks over toward the announcer’s booth, just as Dunn reaches his corner for the tag.]
Promo: Get down, Spectre! What the hell do you think you’re doing?
Spectre: I told you, getting Jacobs’ attention!
[Jacobs’ approaches Spectre at the announcer’s booth ready to fight, while David Dunn has his hand out for a tag that isn’t there. Dunn can barely see through his crimson mask of blood. Jacobs’ continues his stare down, daring Spectre to do something else. Spectre just smiles and laughs. ]
Chris Jacobs: You have a problem with me Spectre?
Spectre: [Says nothing just flash his big shit eating grin.] ...
Promo: Come on, guys. Let’s not do anything stupid.
[Meanwhile, in the ring, Ulfric has pulled Dunn back to the center of the ring and tagged in McClain. As Ulfric holds Dunn up by the back of his head, McClain bounces off the ropes three times, building up momentum, before finally connecting a knee smash to the open wound on Dunn’s forehead, splitting it up even more.
Crowd: [POP!]
[Spectre points to the ring just as the McClain’s knees connect with Dunn’s forehead. Jacobs turns around to see McClain going for the cover.]
Promo: That was a devastating move by McClain! Looks like McClain is going for the cover, and Jacobs doesn’t see it! Oh wait! Spectre just pointed into the ring!
Chris Jacobs: [Trying to get back into the ring.] SHIT!
One….
Two…..
Thre-!
Promo: Oh, and Jacobs just barely broke up the three count!
Spectre: Man, these guys really suck big time as a team.
[Ulfric grabs Jacobs by the tights and throws him over the top rope. Jacobs lands awkwardly on his ankle.]
Chris Jacobs: [Rolling to his side.] AAARGH!!!
Promo: Irish whip by Crippler on Dunn…looks like McClain is bringing him back for a short arm clothesline, laying out Dunn in the middle of the ring. Dunn looks almost dead, as McClain is right on the attack as he has Dunn locked into a camel clutch, working on that neck.
Spectre: McClain and Ulfric have been working over that jackass! And Jacobs has been a non-factor in this match! This is what the BACW is all about, kicking the asses of anyone and everyone who comes into this region with a puffed out chest! This isn't a pin me pay me show, it's real!
[The ref looking for the tap out, but Dunn shakes his head no, as McClain applies more pressure to the neck. With out warning, McClain lets go and as he does so, slams Dunn’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 Dunn’s head and nails a running snap mare, sending Dunn on to his back, grabbing his neck in pain.]
Promo: McClain with a running start and jumps onto the ropes and nails Dunn with a picture perfect lionsault, bringing all of his weight down onto the upper back of the NWA World's Champion instead of his stomach as he was flipped over laying on his stomach.
Spectre: McClain is on fire tonight!
Promo: McClain rolling to his back with a kip-up he pops up and looks like he’s waiting for Dunn to bring himself to his feet.
Spectre: He’s baiting him into a move…This is why McClain is considered a “Crippler” inside of the squared circle!
[Dunn struggles to get to his feet, and as he makes it to his knees first, he has no idea where McClain has gone. Dunn’s legs are just like rubber as he stands up with the blood raining down his chest; he turns around but is met with a well placed super kick to the jaw.]
Promo & Spectre: SHOWSTOPPER!
Promo: McClain nails his Showstopper super kick to the jaw of Dunn and he goes down once again. McClain with the cover!
Referee: 1…
Crowd: 2…
Referee & Crowd: 3!!!!!!
Promo: NO! Dunn somehow kicked out of the pin! Where the hell is Jacobs?
Spectre: Still lying on the ground checking out his ankle! Dunn just needs to write this one off. So what, he lost! So he sucks tonight! How is this night any different from any other night! Hehehehehe…
Referee: [Looking at Jacobs, he crosses his arms in an "X"]
Promo: Jacobs must have twisted his knee or something. He’s having trouble getting to his feet. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Dunn doesn’t have a clue where he is. He’s to his feet, but has to lean back against the ropes to stand up.
Spectre: Bad idea!
[Matt McClain bounces off the opposite ropes and leaping with a high cross body on Dunn, causes both he and Dunn to spill to the outside.]
Promo: This doesn’t look good! Dunn isn’t moving and McClain just slid back into the ring and tagged Ulfric. Ulfric struggles to appease the crowd by climbing the top turnbuckle with a great deal of difficulty.
Spectre: Dunn doesn’t have a clue where he is.
Promo: Jacobs doesn’t know either as he is just getting up on the apron. Ulfric now listening to this capacity crowd cheering on their feet! HERE COMES THE PAIN!!!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
[THUD!]
[UGH!!]
[ARRRRGH!!!!]
Crowd: [YEAH!] HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Promo: OH MY GOD!!! Suicide Splash down on to the small mats!! All the way from the top turnbuckle down on to the floor, Ulfric, the crazy Ulfric, may have just squashed the life out of Dunn. Ulfric gasping for air as he rolls back in the ring, and I don’t think Dunn is going to beat the ten count!
Spectre: That move took a ton out of Rick!
Referee: One… two… three… four… five…..
[Jacobs sees an opening, enters the ring, and using all the penned up frustration starts stomping away on Ulfric with his good leg ignoring the pain that shoots through his ankle.]
Spectre: That son-of-a-bitch!
[The referee’s count is broken, and as he struggles to get Jacobs back in his corner, Matt McClain jumps down to the floor, picks Dunn up, and tosses him into the steel steps.]
[CLUNK!]
[Jacobs sees this and of course tries to argue with the referee, but the referee is only concerned about getting Jacobs back to his corner.]
Referee: Get out of the ring! 1... 2... 3...
[By the time the referee has Jacobs in his corner; McClain has tossed Dunn back into the ring, and is standing back on the apron, as if he’s waiting to be tagged in.]
Spectre: God, I am sick of looking at Jacobs! He needs to get the hell out of here!
Promo: But what can you do while the match is still going on?
Spectre: [Standing up from his chair] Hehehehehehe…. Watch this!
Promo: By the way, where is Johnny?
[Spectre again reaches inside his candy box, and pulls out what appears to be a large machine bolt about three inches long and half an inch in diameter. He throws the bolt and it connects with the back of Jacobs’ head, opening up a small wound.]
Chris Jacobs: [Down to one knee holding his head.] UGH! That's IT!
[Jacobs turns to Spectre and sees nothing but red. He jumps down off the apron, forgetting his ankle was twisted, and hobbles over to Spectre who is waiting for Jacobs.]
Chris Jacobs: Fucking Bingo Hall champion!
Promo: What the hell did you do that for, Spectre? Jacobs is livid and now he wants to confront Spectre right here, right now! Spectre not backing down!
[Spectre whistles out loud as Jacobs approaches.]
Johnny: GGRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
[The whistle brings Johnny out of hiding, and he jumps over the guardrail into the ringside area.]
Chris Jacobs: Oh my God! Not the dog again!
[He sees Jacobs coming after Spectre, and proceeds to chase after Jacobs. Jacobs sees Johnny and high-tails it, as best he can to the back. Unfortunately, Johnny catches up with Jacobs...]
Johnny: GGGRR!!!!!!
[BITE!]
[TEAR!]
Chris Jacobs: AAAAHH!!!!!!
[...as he makes his way up the ramp, and bites Jacobs on the ass, latching onto him like a vice grip.]
Promo: Oh my! I can’t believe it! Thanks to Spectre, and his pet hyena, Johnny, Chris Jacobs has deserted his tag team partner!
Spectre: Looks like this is the beginning of the end for Dunn. Hehehehehehehehe…
Promo: Dunn is lying in the center of the ring… and Ulfric locks in the Embrace!! Crossface! Crossface! Oh my God! It’s the Crossface! This crowd is going crazy!
Spectre: Dunn may be out!
Promo: Referee there to check on Dunn. He lifts the hand once….twice… What?! Ulfric let go? Why?
[Ulfric retrieves a bottle of water from the timekeeper’s table. He takes a swig of water, swishes it around in his mouth, and then spits it out on an unconscious David Dunn. Ulfric pours the rest of the bottle on Dunn, reviving him.]
Promo: Well, this is weird. Ulfric actually revived Dunn, and is now talking to him. I don’t think Dunn knows what happened to him. Dunn seems to be ok as he is nodding his head, and answering Ulfric’s questions.
[As Dunn remains sitting on the floor, Ulfric stands up, pats Dunn on the shoulder, and then goes over to McClain and tags him in.]
Promo: Oh, my god! Dunn doesn’t know McClain just tagged in! McClain looks like a roaring lion ready to devour something!
Spectre: SUCKER!!
Promo: McClain on all fours directly behind Dunn. Dunn looks over his shoulder… and McClain locks in the Breaking Point! He’s got it cinched in, in the center of the ring! There’s no way to escape!! Dunn’s gonna tap! McClain is going to make the NWA Heavyweight Champion tap!
*TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP *
David Dunn: I QUIT!!! I GIVE UP!!!!! AAAAHHH!!!!!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: And there it is! David Dunn tapped out to Matt McClain’s Breaking Point!
Michael Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, the team of Matt McClain and Ulfric!!!
[Matt McClain and Ulfric look down in disgust at David Dunn, writhing in pain, but they quickly leave the ringside area.]
Spectre: You know, I’m going to go see if Dunn is okay. See you later, Promo.
Promo: Oh, boy! I don’t like the sound of that.
[Spectre enters the ring with a mic in his hand. He approaches Dunn just as Dunn is getting to his feet, holding his arm in pain. He sees Spectre and takes a step back]
Spectre: Hehehehehe… well, it looks as if your first official match in BACW blew chunks, Dunn. You lost, and what’s even more pathetic, is that your partner never even got a chance to be in the match. What were you thinking, Dunn? Did you think just because you are the NWA Heavyweight Champion that you had a free ride in BACW, that your opponents were just going to lay down for you? Well, I got news for you, Dunn, things don’t roll that way here in BACW. You want to win a match? You better get your ass in high gear and earn it, you chicken shit!
Crowd: [POP!]
[McClain and Ulfric just sent you a message to give to the rest of wrestling world, so I suggest you tell everyone back at that place you call a wrestling organization, not to screw with BACW!]
[Spectre starts to leave but stops and turns back around to face Dunn.]
Spectre: Oh, and while we’re on the subject of sending messages? Give a message to the NWA suits for me will ya? Tell them I wanted YOU David Dunn, to be the first… Yes David Dunn, since I haven’t been able to do on an NWA related card outside of BACW thus far, I wanted YOU David Dunn, to the FIRST wrestler outside of BACW [Spectre reaches inside the side of his pants]…to be a victim [Spectre pulls out a tazer]…. of The Guillotine!
David Dunn: [Shaking as his mouth starts to foam] GAHAHAHGHAHGHAHA!!!!!
[Spectre jabs the tazer into Dunn’s gut, crumpling the NWA Heavyweight Champion to his knees.]
Promo: Oh, no! Spectre just used a stun gun on David Dunn! Spectre tosses the stun gun away and now placing Dunn between his knees, Spectre lifts Dunn over his head, locks the back of Dunn’s neck on Spectre’s shoulder… And Spectre hits the Sweet Dreams!!! SWEEET DREAMS!!! Oh my God! Dunn has been virtually obliterated here tonight in BACW!! Folks, security has finally hit the ring and we have to take a break, but when we return it's going to be our main event of the evening! We'll see you in a few!
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