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[Part 6] : From the depths of Hell
[Coming back through the curtains from the ringside area with a blanket of sweat covering his face, Orge Lambart blows his nose in an attempt to increase his oxygen flow. Turning his head to the side with his hands on his hips, Orge glances at the bear rusted trap.]
Orge Lambart: [Doing a double take] What the hell?
[Lurking in the shadows with a scowl still covering his features, motionless, he stalks his prey. As we see the figure of Ogre Lambert heading his way, it seems as though his timing is impeccable. With the gap closed, the figure finally steps out of the darkness blocking Lambart's path. Solo in the shot, the shadowy covering remains to obscure his features.]
Orge Lambart: Who the hell are...
[WHOOSH!]
Crowd: [OH!]
Orge Lambart: AAAHH!!!!! [Grabbing the side of his face] FUUUUUCK!!!!
[A flash of flames, and a whoosh of a fireball spit into his unsuspecting face. Orge Lambert screams, falls back, but because he is surprised, can do nothing to defend. Still clutching his face as the man stands over him, a low chuckle, a ball peen hammer, and then, with growling words, a strike to the leg; the first shot hitting Lambert on the left knee.]
Rick Ulfric: Before you attempt to beat the odds, be sure you can survive the odds beating you.
Orge Lambart: AAAAAAAHHH!!! [In pain] Oh my... who the are you?!!!
[CRACK!]
Orge Lambart: [UGH!]
[Another shot with the hammer strikes Lambart in the ribs.]
Orge Lamabrt: Please stop!
Rick Ulfric: [Chuckling] ... Your weakness has earned you a reward Orge.
[Driving the hammer repeatedly into Lambert’s body, he quickly drifts back into the shadows from wince he came as a group of ring hands come down the hall.]
Roadie: [Stumbling onto the scene] DUDE!!! What happened!
Orge Lambart: [Before passing out] I... I... I don't know...
Roadie: Someone call a doctor!
[PART 7] : WHY?
[Walking passed the commotion, the camera picks up a shot of one of BACW’s most violent men, who just happens to be one of their top contenders to the BACW Heavyweight Championship; “Crippler” Matt McClain.]
Crowd: [POP!]
[The fans start to cheer, but McClain ignores their cat calls and jeers as he hoists his bag over his broad shoulders and walks towards the locker room area. Looking at the poster on the wall that says “Grinder X”, he stops a few feet shy of the marquee. McClain takes a deep breath, stares at the depiction of the old fashion steel cage, and then continues on his way leaving the commotion in his wake. Inside the Elks, the Host of the show is shocked that although not booked, Matt has taken the time to appear in New York.]
Promo: Why in the world would Matt McClain be here in Brooklyn if he's not booked to wrestle?
E.D: I heard he told the front office that he wanted time off, so equally clueless as to why he decided to show up.
Promo: I'm not clueless!
[Taking a sip of the yellow water, Promo spews the liquid into the garbage can.]
Promo: [Coughing] UGH! I can't believe I had piss in my mouth!!
E.D: You were saying?
Promo: [Wiping his tongue with his tie] I hate you, I really, really do!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[PART 8] : NYS Heavyweight Championship
Jeremy King
Vs.
Chris Ross
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[A spot light shines on the stage as “Lone Wolf” Jeremy King emerges holding the New York State Championship high above his head.]
[CHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]
[Cue the white noise.]
Promo: We seem to be having some technical difficulties and I am getting word from the back that someone has sabotaged the King’s entrance music.
E.D: They attacked his entrance music? That has to be one of the stupidest things I have ever heard. No wait, that had to be the one where the Host drank the Co-Host's piss! HA HA HAHAHAHAHA!
Promo: Bite me!
[With the crowd clapping, Jeremy walks down the ramp and bee lines to the ringside area where Lucy is sitting. Looking to the ref, the champion hands Lucy the belt as the crowd continues to pop in response to the kind gesture.]
Crowd: [King! King! King!]
[Jeremy then slides into the ring and crawling to the corner, sits waiting for Chris Ross to enter.]
Promo: Look at how cute, Jeremy’s daughter is holding his title.
E.D: You know Paul, there’s something really freaky about the way you just looked at King’s daughter.
Promo: Are you insane?
E.D: If the glove fits.
Promo: [Throws his papers in the air.] You're impossible!
Crowd: [POP!]
[Suddenly the lights in the arena go out in the arena and the crowd rises to their feet with anticipation.]
PA: THE NAME IS CHRIS ROSS…
Crowd & PA: DON’T… YOU… FORGET.. IT…!!!
[A volcanic like explosion happens as the words come across the Oval-tron and “Unreal” by Ill Nino starts playing.]
Nothing is all, I thought I was there
I'm finding myself going nowhere
Is this a mistake?
I cannot relate to what is fake
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[With the crowd stomping their feet, Ross appears on stage wearing only a pair of black jeans.]
Crowd: YOU ARE KRAZY!!! [clap clap clap-clap-clap] YOU ARE KRAZY!!! [clap clap clap-clap-clap] YOU ARE KRAZY!!! [clap clap clap-clap-clap]
Is this what I get for learning to speak?
For opening eyes and digging in deep?
Is this what I get for being reborn from the norm?
[Ross storms down the isle with his staple gun in hand, and climbing into the ring, places it under one of the bottom turnbuckles.]
I don't want to shine; light will make us blind
I don't want to feel unreal
What have I become, born under the sun?
Planets will converge for you
[Scaling the turnbuckle, he lets out a lion’s roar as the fans cheer him on.]
Chris Ross: AAARRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Walking into the center of the ring, Ross and King stand over the logo staring at each other face to face with many words being said between the two.]
Chris Ross: I’m going to fuck you up little man!
[Bumping into the stomach of the massive Ross.]
Jeremy King: The bigger they are, the harder they fall!
Referee: [Pushing the two men away] Alright gentlemen, back it up!
Promo: Look at the stare down between these two!
E.D: Promo this match is nothing but a train wreck waiting to happen. We have Ross who has resorted to pure violence to get his way. Then we have Lone Wolf who is the body guard of the man Ross wants to hospitalize on a second by second basis.
Promo: Forgive me for the cliché but this is David verses Goliath!
[POP!]
Crowd: [OOO!]
E.D: OH! Ross with a right!
[POP!]
Crowd: [YAH!]
Promo: King responds with a left!
[Finally, Ross winds up into a discus punch and getting the better of the strikes, whips a wobbly King into the corner with a THUD!]
Crowd: [Mixed reaction.]
E.D: Ross charges in…
[CRUNCH!]
Jeremy King: [UGH!]
E.D: …and nails a huge splash almost flattening King like a pancake!
Promo: This isn’t looking good for Lone Wolf.
ED: Are you serious? The match has gone on for a total of 2 minutes and you are judging who is screwed already? Grab a clue, Lone Wolf eats wild animals!
[Pulling Lone Wolf out of the corner…]
[CRACK!!!]
[THUD!]
Crowd: [OHHH!!!!]
Promo: Lone Wolf nails Ross with a vicious, surprise head kick sending the big man over the ropes and down into a heap of his own humanity! Here comes King over the top and…
Crowd: [WOW!]
Promo: Rolling haymaker connects!
[THUD!]
Ross and King: [UGH!]
[CRACK!]
E.D: Good God did you hear that pop coming from that collision?!
Promo: Sounded like a gun shot!
E.D: Hold up Paul, Lone Wolf appears to be going for the cover…
Ref: 1.. 2..
Ross: [Clearing his shoulder] NO!
[CLANG!]
Crowd: [OOO!]
[Ross kicks out sending the smaller opponent into the railing and slowly standing up, Chris Ross has a cut directly under his chin. Lone Wolf shakes off the pain and charging in, nails the challenger with a thunderous leg kick.]
Crowd: Let’s go King! Let’s go Ross! Let’s go King! Let’s go Ross! Let’s go King! Let’s go Ross!
Promo: Another! Another! And another! Bouncing off the ropes Lone Wolf is stopped in his tracks by a big boot and falling into the corner, Ross can’t believe the champion is putting up should a good fight!
E.D: King is down but it looks like those kicks to the legs did some damage because Ross is limping around the ring with the aid of the ropes.
Promo: If this one goes that long!
[Limping over to Lone Wolf, the challenger picks him up by the throat and lifts him high in the air. Releasing at the apex, Ross sends him crashing to the canvas with a killer choke slam.]
[KA-THUMP!]
Crowd: [OOO!]
Promo: Ross goes for the cover!
E.D: This could be it!
Ref: 1.. 2... THRE…
Promo: NO! Kicking out and the big Hawaiian is furious!
E.D: The challenger lifts King high into the air once again, but this time in gorilla press slam position.
Crowd: [Rising to their feet.]
Promo: Mary mother of God no!!!
E.D: Air traffic control, Jeremy King is cleared for take off…
Chris Ross: [AAARGGHHHH!!!!!]
[FLING!]
Jeremy King: [Soaring over the top ropes] CATCH MEEEEEEEE!!!!
[CRRRAASSSSSSSSSSHHHH!!!!]
Crowd: [OH!] Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
[Launching King out of the ring like a lawn dart, the fans scramble all over the arena floor and as the champion lands onto the third row seats, he crumbles under all the broken chairs.]
Crowd: [Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!]
Promo: How in the hell can King be alive after that?!
E.D: Ross literally sent Lone Wolf flying into orbit and whether or not he's alive is still yet to be seen!
[One step over the ropes and Ross climbs over the guard rail where King lies, and grabbing the champion by his hair, King smashes Ross in the ribs with one of the broken chairs]
[CRASH! CLANG! THUD!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
E.D: Jeremy smashed Ross in the head with the chair and sending him reeling back over the guard rail, listen to these fans go completely crazy!
Crowd: King! King! King!
Promo: Is that legal?!
E.D: Honestly when you’re going up against Chris Ross, I don't think the rule book even applies.
Promo: God forbid you didn’t see weapons being involved in Chris Ross match!
E.D: That’s like asking a lesbian porn star not to use a dildo.
[Following Ross with the dented chair, King slides it into the ring and grabbing Ross by his hair, squeezes him under the bottom rope. Rolling back into the ring, the champion grabs the chair and jams Ross’ left leg into it‘s folds.]
Promo: Jeremy King is going to tear Ross’ knee apart! Someone stop this!
E.D: Are you wearing women’s perfume?
Promo: I couldn’t find my Polo!
[Leaning back, King locks on a half crab digging the chair deep into Ross’ knee.]
Promo: Never in the history of this federation has Chris Ross ever tapped.
E.D: Never has anyone used a chair like this before either.
Referee: Ross do you give up?
Chris Ross: YEEEEEEEEE…
[Ross lets out a lions roar shaking his head…]
Chris Ross: [NOOOOO!!!!!!]
Promo: I don’t know how much more Ross can take.
E.D: Until he hears the snap crackle pop I believe.
Ross: [AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!]
Referee: Are you sure you don’t want me to call for the bell?
Chris: Ross: [NOOOOOO!!!!!]
[Doing a tumble, Ross turns around and kicks the chair right into King’s face with his other leg finally forcing the champion to break the hold.]
Crowd: [Stomping]
Promo: A big counter by Ross!
E.D: It was a great counter but that knee has to be feeling like soft dog food right about now.
[Slowly getting to his feet, King gets up as Ross recovers and bending over to pick Ross…]
Jeremy King: [AAWWWWW!!!]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: The challenger punches the champion square in the balls and look out; the Sopranos are back on the air!
E.D: Collapsing to the mat is the champion and as Ross stands, you can clearly see he is limping from the damage done to his knee thus far.
Promo: Grabbing Lone Wolf by his hair, Chris sends his opponent into the ropes courtesy of a hard Irish whip!
Jeremy King: NO!
Chris Ross: Oh no…
[THUMP!]
Chris Ross: [Arching his back in pain] AAHHH!!!
Promo: Reversal into the corner as Lone Wolf charges in!
E.D: Flesh tearing Ba Ba chop, and look out T-Bone suplex hit’s the mark!
Promo: Good night! Ross just bounced King off the turnbuckle like a ping pong ball!
E.D: Holy Balls of Fury, this one has to be over!
Promo: Look at the replay, and how King folded up onto his neck when he hit the floor!
E.D: Folded up like the last girl I gave bunny ears too…
Promo: ERIC!!!
ED: What? I was just saying…
Promo: Watch the match for Christ sake!
[Lone Wolf arches his back in agony and ripping the champ off the logo, nails him with side Hawaiian leg sweep.]
Chris Ross: [Making the press] Count him ref!
Promo: This could be it…
Ref: 1... 2...
Jeremy King: [Rolling through] UGH!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: Kick out by Lone Wolf!
Crowd: [King! King! King!]
E.D: I think Ross is starting to get frustrated.
Promo: Why?
E.D: King just doesn’t seem to want to go down.
[Picking the champion up, Ross sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip.]
Promo: Here comes the back body drop!
[*BANG!!!!*]
Crowd: [OOO!]
[Almost reminiscent of a UFC fight, King nails Ross with a flying knee that can be heard even in the cheap seats.]
E.D: …AND IT IS ALL OVER!!!
Promo: Shut up Eric!!! This isn’t UFC!!!
E.D: Did I say it was?
Promo: King goes for the cover!
Crowd: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! NO!!!!
Ref: Only Two!! Only Two!!! Continue the match!
Promo: How in the hell did Chris Ross kick out of that!?
E.D: After seeing all that he went through against The Spectre, I’m not surprised to see Ross with more junk in the trunk than most of the guys here in BACW.
Promo: I think you just called him fat.
E.D: …
[Completely shocked, King backs up leaning against the ropes as Ross slowly rises to his feet. Lone Wolf gets into attack position and rushing in Ross counters the charge with a well timed Samoan drop!]
Crowd: [OOO!!!] Bad Ass Wrestling! Bad Ass Wrestling! Bad Ass Wrestling!
Promo: These two wrestlers just refuse to give up!
E.D: Right now I am really impressed with Lone Wolf and how well he has been able to utilize his martial arts background to suppress the power of Ross.
[First to his feet, Ross stumbles into the ropes standing on rubbery legs, while Lone Wolf looks to take advantage. Barreling in towards Ross, the challenger counters by lifting King up into power bomb position! The champion re-counters nailing the champion with a head scissors and toppling over the ropes, both men go flying out of the ring and down onto the small mats.]
Promo: Outside of the ring is definitely an area where I wouldn’t want to venture if Chris Ross was my opponent.
E.D: It’s like death and taxes, someone’s eventually going to get hurt!
[Lifting Ross up by his hair and lifting King up like a small child, Ross drives him back first into the steel steps with a brutal clang. As King arches his back in pain, Ross starts to rummage under the ring and the crowd gets to their feet.]
Crowd: We want tables! [clap clap clap-clap-clap] We want tables! [clap clap clap-clap-clap] We want tables! [clap clap clap-clap-clap]
E.D: Things are about to heat up Promo.
Promo: It’s time for Ross to do some extreme shopping!
[*SMASH!!!*]
Crowd: [OOOH!] You’re Hardcore! You’re hardcore! You’re Hardcore!
[Falling face first into the canvas, the champion shakes from the sting of a fluorescent tube.]
Promo: Fluorescent tube shattered over King’s head!
E.D: I can smell the poisonous gas from here!
[Proceeding to walk over to King, the challenger drags him by his hair over to the announce table and motions for Promo and E.D. to get out of the way.]
Promo: Oh good God!
ED: Does our job have benefits?
[Slamming King’s head against the table the crowd reacts with a huge pop! Trying to do it again, King counters and elbows Ross in the mid section stopping the assault dead in its tracks. Grabbing the timekeeper’s bell, the champion charges in and…]
Crowd: [DAMN!]
[…completely breaks the wooden back over Chris Ross’ head.]
Promo: This is pure insanity!
E.D: I don’t believe it; he literally broke the bell into pieces!
Promo: That vicious strike means both men are now bleeding badly now…
[Rolling Ross into the ring, King motions to the crowd and begins to climb the apron.]
Promo: I think King has something in mind…
E.D: [Sarcastically] Really?
[Slowly rising to his feet with blood pouring from his face and seeing King on the apron, Ross grabs the chair and chucks it at the champion.]
[*BANG*]
[…The chair bounces off of his head stunning him and falling on the ropes, Ross gets an evil twinkle in his eyes.]
Promo: He is laid across the top rope now and…
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: …what the hell is Ross doing now?!
E.D: He is climbing the top rope Ray Charles!
[Slowly pulling himself up to the apex, Ross does the hang loose Hawaii sign and he leaping off into the air does a back flip nailing King with a leg drop across the back of his neck.]
Crowd: [OH!] YOU ARE KRAZY!!! YOU ARE KRAZY!!! YOU ARE KRAZY!!!
Promo: Oh my god!!! What in the hell was that?!
E.D: Ross told me that’s called the Bird Of Paradise!
Promo: My God, I think broke his freaking neck.
E.D: Whoever permitted this guy to climb to the top rope is an idiot!
Promo: That would most likely be Mr. Batee.
E.D: [Shrugging his shoulders] E.D. don’t care…
[As Lone Wolf lies face down on the small mats, here comes the challenger in hot pursuit! Bending over to lift King to his feet…]
Jeremy King: Give me that!
Fan: HEY! That’s my…
Chris Ross: [Running in] Here I come!
[*SMASH!!!*]
Crowd: [WHOA!]
Promo: Jesus Christ!!! King just grabbed a beer bottle from a fan and shattered it over Ross’ head!!!
E.D: What did I tell you? The rule book has completely flown out the window!
[Collapsing on the small mat, King drapes an arm across Ross as he goes for the 1... 2... 3...]
Crowd: ONE! TWO!! THREE!!!
Chris Ross: [AH!]
Crowd; [OH!]
Promo: Kick out by Ross and this match is going to continue with both men bleeding buckets for his capacity crowd!
[Crowd Pop]
[Lone Wolf grabs Ross by his sticky hair but Ross tackles him into apron. Arching his back in pain, Ross digs deep and chucks the champion over the guard rail and back into the crowd for a second time.]
Promo: Where the hell are these two going now?!
ED: This is great! They are using the whole building as there battleground!
[Ross drags Lone Wolf up by his hair, and moving through the crowd, the two go into the lobby. Ross grabs a plastic trash container and smashes it over King’s head sending garbage flying everywhere. The fans flood into the hall overpowering the security and complete chaos has broken loose.]
Promo: Is this even considered a match anymore?!
ED: Truthfully, I don’t really know… but since I didn’t hear a bell ring, I guess it‘s still anyone’s match.
[Ross now picks up King and sends him over the counter of the snack stand. Workers scatter everywhere as Ross grabs a cookie sheet from a shelf.]
Fan: Hit him Ross!!!
[Raising the cookie sheet above his head, King grabs a mustard bottle and sprays Ross in the eyes with it before Ross can lower the metal.]
Promo: I guess if it‘s not nailed down, its considered free game!
ED: A mustard bottle?! Now that’s hardcore!
[Sending Ross reeling backward, King climbs to the counter and flies through the air nailing the blinded Ross in the chest with a martial arts kick. The impact sends the challenger through the glass door of a drink refrigerator and the bottles of soda explode everywhere. Dropping to both knees and hooking the let, King goes for the cover.]
Referee: 1... 2...
Crowd: THREE!!!
Referee: NO!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Kick out by Ross!
ED: ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!
Promo: Cookie sheets, ring bell, soda bottles, mustard, steel chairs, the list goes on and on but the said part is folks, I don’t even believe we are close to finished!
[Frustrated out, King rips Ross off the floor but Ross elbows the challenger square in the stomach. Ross doubles over and grabbing the first thing he sees, bitch slaps King across the face with a red hot fry basket dripping in oil.]
Fan: YEAH WOLF! DON’T YOU FORGET IT!!!
[Taking Lone Wolf by the head, Ross slams his face against the register until the keys turn bright red from the champion’s blood. The drawer pops open on the last slam and Ross throws the champion over the counter.]
E.D: Over the counter comes the challenger with blood caked to his chest and I just hope Lone Wolf took out some life insurance before this match.
Crowd: [OOO!]
Promo: The challenger nails King in the face with a punch and Jeremy stumbles into the men’s bathroom looking to catch his wind.
E.D: Ross isn’t going to allow it Paul, he’s right behind him!
Promo: First the food stand and now the bathroom?!
[Walking into the bathroom, King scrambles to grab a metal trash container and turn quick, smashes it into the head of Chris Ross. The challenger stumbles backwards into a closed stall and Lone Wolf follows up nailing Chris in the face with a martial arts kick that sends him through the door and into a poor unsuspecting fan who’s sitting on the can taking a dump.]
Fan: Hey!!! A little privacy please?!
E.D: Hey Promo is that your dad?
Promo: Looks more like your last girlfriend.
E.D: He doesn’t have enough facial hair but you know what they say, pussy has no face when you’re drinking.
[Firing back, Ross lunges forward and grabs King with the help of the fan. The fight spills back out into an empty stall, and slamming the champ into the tile covered wall, Lone Wolf smacks his head against a plastic paper towel dispenser.]
E.D: Why did Chris Ross just reach up and rip out the plastic covering to one of the lights?
Promo: Only the Lord himself can answer that question.
[Wrapping his arms around the champion, Ross picks up King and lifts him up in the air by his waist.]
[*ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!]
E.D: HOLY MAGNITO! Jeremy King’s head just went right through those lights in the ceiling!!!
Crowd: You’re hardcore! You’re hardcore! You’re hardcore!
[Falling lifelessly from the arms the Hawaiian mad man, the crowd continues to chant “You’re hardcore”.]
Promo: This is ridiculous! Why don’t they stop the match!?
E.D: Like Chris Ross would stop if you asked him? Seriously Paul!
[Bending down to make a cover, King immediately raises his knees and kicks Ross right in the jaw with a tough love knee. Falling back against the wall, Ross stumbles forward and King drop toe holds him onto the ceramic sink completely knocking it off the wall.]
Promo: The pipes crack and there’s water spewing everywhere!
ED: Someone might want to call a plumber…
Promo: Or a dentist for Chris Ross!
[Lifting Ross off the ground, King proceeds to smash Ross’ face right into one of the mirrors shattering it off the wall. Dragging the blood soaked Ross out of the bathroom, the challenger suddenly musters enough strength to drive King…]
[CRASH!!!!]
[…right through one of the entrances glass doors.]
Crowd: Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?! Are they dead?!
Promo: Oh my god this is getting way out of hand…
E.D: You said that 20 minutes ago when this match was being contested inside the ring.
[Security alarms go off as Ross lifts Lone Wolf off the ground and they continue to fight into the cold New York night.]
E.D: Do we even have enough cable for the camera man to follow?!
Promo: Cable?
E.D: Please don’t tell me you think our cameras are wireless…
Promo: Well… No… Of course not! I knew they weren’t. I was just testing you.
[Slowly getting up with cuts clearly all over his back, Ross drags Lone Wolf into the parking lot and hip tossing him onto the hood of someone’s car triggering the alarm.]
E.D: Hey Promo isn’t that your car?
Promo: No, it’s my mom’s!
[Looking to end it all, King suddenly locks in a triangle choke from out of absolutely nowhere.]
Promo: Oh! It’s the Triangle Choke!
E.D: Ross is fading fast.
[The referee raises Ross’ arm and it falls.]
Ref: ONE!!!
[Ross raises his arm again and it falls.]
Ref: TWO!!!
[The Ref raises Ross arm for a third time…]
Ross: NO!
[*SMASH!!!!*]
Promo: OH MY GOD!!!
[Picking up King with the triangle still locked on, the challenger shows off his freakish strength by power bombing the champion right through the windshield of the already dented car.]
E.D: They are both down! Ross is on the ground trying to catch his breath and King is picking glass out of his hair!
Promo: What an epic battle between two of BACW’s toughest performers.
[With Lone Wolf in the car, Ross reaches for the handle and King kicks the car door right into his face. Barely climbing out of the car, King grabs Ross dragging him to his feet. Keeping him in a headlock, Ross lifts him into the air and racks his nuts onto open door of the car!]
Jeremy King: [Wide eyed] AWWWWWW!!!!
ED: I don’t think Lone Wolf will be having pups any time soon after that one.
Promo: What was once an ordinary match has now evolved into an all out street brawl.
[Beating King all the way back into the building with his fists, Ross kicks King in the face and the champion tumbles back into where the ring is set up.
E.D: Looks like we are back at ringside!
Promo: I don’t know if that is truly a good thing!
[Charging King at full speed like a wild bull, Lone Wolf moves sending Ross crashing through the guard rail.]
Promo: These two are ripping the entire place to pieces!
E.D: Wait until Mr. Batee gets this bill.
[Lone Wolf immediately rushes over grabbing Ross’ blood soaked hair and slides him back under the ring. He then walks to the corner of the squared circle to grabs his police baton.]
Promo: A police baton? What in the world does King have in mind for that?!
E.D: I think the question that needs to be asked is, why are the wrestlers given access to deadly weapons during a match!?
[King grabs Ross’ leg and locks in a modified knee bar using the Baton to apply additional pressure.]
Jeremy King: Say it! Say it! Say my name!!!!
E.D: What the hell did he just say?
[Cranking upwards.]
Ross: AHHHHHHH!!!! FUUUUUCCCKKK!!!!
Promo: This has to be it… Just tap out Ross! It’s not worth risking a career threatening injury! Just end this madness and tap!!!
E.D: He’s not tapping Promo!!! I can hear his knee ripping from here… but he isn’t tapping!
[Refusing to submit, Ross slides one of his hands into the pocket of his pants.]
Promo: What in the world is Ross digging for in his pants?!
[PFFFTTT!!!!]
Jeremy King: [AHHHHH!!!!!!]
[Crowd Pop!]
ED: JAMAICAN JERK POWDER TO KING’S FACE!!!
Promo: King is blinded! He can’t see anything and somehow someway, Chris Ross is standing up!
[Ross and King go tumbling through the ropes and putting the extreme pain in the back of his mind, Ross starts stomping on King’s head.]
Ross: DON’T YOU FORGET ME!!!!!!!!
Promo: Oh Jesus Christ, I think Ross has completely became unglued now…
E.D: And you didn’t think he was unglued when he was fighting the bathroom?
[Storming over to the camera man, Ross grabs the camera from him throwing him to the ground.]
ED: What the hell?!
Promo: Oh g…
[The camera turns to static as the last thing the camera sees is it being broke over King’s head.]
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