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[Part 1] : FEAR
[I can only illustrate this feeling, as that of being on an ocean's outer shell, alone, and cut off from the world. Below me, the sounds of water striking quietly against the side of my inflatable raft feel uncomfortable but soothing. Above me, the sun peers down, reflecting a lifetime of sins back into my now humbled expression; oh how it burns to be ill with the truth. As I squint away from all that I have done wrong, a lone gull cries above me from the tainted heavens.]
Gull: My name is Chris Ross, and don't you forget it!
[During my lifetime I have done some horrible things to people, things I have tried to forget but unfortunately cannot. With every day that passes on this globe, I'm consumed by these genetically flawed thoughts; according to Darwin, I should not exist.]
Mr. Batee: The painful process of natural selection has once again begun with someone taking from me what they had no business taking; into my home, into MY bedroom... how dare him!
[Isolated, and detached, I pray quickly for a rescue, or for death to take me without inflicting the pain I most likely deserve. My vision goes dark as I move her matted hair to the side in an attempt to clear her agony.]
Mr. Batee: What's done is done, and it doesn't really matter.
[As the fiery rays of death persist to cover my body, they tear at my nipples roasting them like chestnuts to be served to the devil himself as an after dinner mint. The warmth reminds me of the time when we first met, when our bodies originally burst onto each other in a night of playful lust. Inside this den of iniquity, we ravaged each other tooth and nail allowing the other to commit sins so grotesque; the secrecy of those events fused us as partners of indulgence. Like Arthur, we rode across the mist, embracing our fantasies, and without caution we consumed even the core of that poisonous apple. We had bonded; and in essence sold our souls to Satin.]
Mr. Batee: [Running my fingers over her silent lips] Momma didn't mean to make you cry, it's sometimes wish I had never been born at all.
[Had we forsaken the Lord by committing such atrocities? Had we damned ourselves by lingering in the devils playground longer than we should have? Moving the wires to her side, I hold her hand trying to exorcise a blasphemous miracle.]
Mr. Batee: Our life has just begun.
[The constant motion of the waves now has me vomiting on my weather beaten chest. Defeated, I don't even try to clean off the bile running down my chin. It hurts to breath, but the hot air expelled from my bleeding lungs has me thinking of her soft voice. She whispers into my ear as we make love within the comfort of my doldrums.]
Echo: I love you.
[I strangle my eyes to point of hemorrhaging tears from its stubborn ducts. Sobbing, the ocean cackles at my plea for mercy tossing the raft from side to side. I want to kiss her again, but can't. I want to embrace her body, but I can't. I want her to tell me she loves me, but she won't. I answer for her.]
Echo: I love you too.
[So like most, as my time to face the reaper approaches and I remove the coins from my eyes, I try to make peace with a God for which I have previously forsaken. On this earth for only a few decades, my sacrilege has never been so transparent. Mortality has set in; its gift and curse may very well be upon me. But just when they have come to tear the flesh from my brittle bones, drinking my blood from the vein, and bathing in my pity, the echo of the angel brings forth my rescue.]
Echo: Wha... What happened?
[A boat in the distance signals to me and I immediately break down in an uncontrollable wave of emotion.]
Mr. Batee: [Look down at his wife, Batee presses his quivering lips against her hand.] Oh my, thank you Lord! Thank you! Oh my God thank you!!!
[I press the button alongside the bed, as my wife glances upwards.]
Echo: Wha... What happened?
Mr. Batee: It was Ross dear...
Mrs. Batee: We can't continue to live like this... He was in our house. He did horrible... horrible things....
[Closing her eyes, I'm left alone once again.]
Mr. Batee: I know. But now it's time to rest...
[My exhale is evidence that she's fine, and now that my use for the higher power is no more, my confidence surges back towards revenge. Mortalities primary flaw takes over as predicted, and like a shot in the dark, Lucifer controls my humanity once again.]
Mr. Batee: Don't you worry dear, he will pay! He will pay dearly for what he has done! And his hell my sweet, will start tonight!
[Death's ferry now makes a temporary detour so my time here on earth may continue. Our lives were spared, but unfortunately, that kindness will cost someone theirs. Opening up my cell phone, I stare out the window and think...]
Mr. Batee: Your name is Chris Ross, and I don't think I will EVER forget it.
[Part 2]: Opening with Paul Prominski
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Crowd: [YEAH!]
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Paul Prominski: Hello everyone and welcome to BACW's February show! Welcome to TVMA!
Crowd: [YEAH!] Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: I'm your Host Paul Prominski and tonight we will see Spectre defending his BACW Heavyweight championship against Rick Ulfric in an electrified barbwire brawl that will feature one of the sides of the ring, booby trapped with CF4 explosives! But before I give you my opinions on tonight's main event, let me introduce to you, back from vacation, TVMA Co-Host for the evening; ladies and gentlemen, "Easy E" Eric Danger!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Eric Danger: [Slurring his speech] Electrified barbwire? You mean I can't piss on the floor tonight?!
[Rolling eyes into the back of his head, Danger takes Promo's bottle and put it under the table.]
E.D: AAAAAAHHHHHH... OOOHHH! MAMAAAA!
Promo: You're really not taking a leak in my water bottle are you?
E.D: Shhh Paul, you'll make the pee crawl back up.
[Looking under the table Paul exclaims!]
Promo: You know there's something seriously wrong with you right?
[Slamming the bottle of yellow liquid onto the table and zipping up his pants, Danger checks his headset finally settling into position.]
Promo: [Pushing the bottle away with his pencil] Tonight it's Spectre and...
E.D: [Cutting in] Let's talk about Cavenaugh!
Promo: But he's not in the main event and my program calls for...
E.D: See that's your problem Paul! Always following the wrong path! Look around you! Look at all the signs, and all the t-shirts. People don't care about the main event, they care about whether or not Cavenaugh is returning to BACW or not.
Promo: Fine, you want to talk about "Snake Eyes" ... I'll tell you exactly how I feel about him. After leaving BACW last time, Snake opened his own company, sold the name/etcetera to a holding company, and rode off into the sunset. At least until the last WWA Champion, Mimic, and his cousin, Jason Dredd, convinced him to come out of retirement for one last run. Snake intended it to be a tag-run, to launch the career of Dredd.
E.D: What the hell is this... [Swaying] ... a flipping autobiography? I just pissed in a bottle and this is the best you can bring to the table?
Promo: Want me to chat about how Cavenaugh and Dredd reformed the Black Knights, teaming with Mimic and Joshua Sullivan to form the House of Knights.?
E.D: NO!
Promo: Well then what about when Cavenaugh and Dredd won the NWA Tag Team Championship in their third match back together?
E.D: Yeah and after a few months, Cavenaugh realized he still had what it took to hang with the big boys, and burned Mimic and Sullivan with a pyro explosion! Now that's what I call cool.
Promo: I'm more of a historian Eric.
E.D: I'm sorry to hear that...
Promo: You know from that point forward, he didn't lose a single match for twelve months.
E.D: I'm not following why that's important but please proceed to bore me and everyone listening to your dull voice to death.
Promo: Well then why don't YOU tell us something interesting?
E.D: Fine, leave the real reporting to me! In Cavenaugh's personal life, I heard he connected with an old flame, seemed happy... then her and his cousin Dredd fell in love! The two hooked up in a heavy night of hanky panky but being the pussy that he is, Mike hasn't retaliated, and it remains to be seen if he will. If he comes to BACW, it's going to be as a representative of the Black Knights... for now, at least.
Promo: What about goals? Why come to BACW? What do they have to offer?
E.D: Your mind is SO simple. He's got to have only one goal.
Promo: Which is?
E.D: To win BACW's Championship for an eighth time!
Promo: Well if you include his WeWA or eWrestling.Org reigns, it would have to be about sixteen or so.
E.D: Sixteen, Twenty, the man is ageless!
Promo: [Ignoring the comment] So you think he's going to win Grinder?
E.D: Nah, I hate the overrated bum!
Promo: [Completely confused] What?
E.D: Well...
Promo: [Cupping his ear] Folks, we have to break from our feed because there is BIG new brewing the back.
E.D: The Spectre / Johnny sex tape has finally hit the internet?
Promo: [Ignoring Danger] NO! But Chris Ross has just been seen in the parking lot, and our cameras are there right now! The last we saw of Ross, he was engaging in some unthinkable acts with Mr. Batee's wife and although Mr. Batee is not in the building, it's not confirmed yet if Ross is still looking for some additional blood.
E.D: Now this is a guy who equals ratings!
Promo: Ratings or not, it's time to go to the back for this extreme exclusive!
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