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[Part 9] : Continue NYS Championship
Promo: And we are back!
E.D: What did Batee forget to pay the bill?
Promo: I have absolutely no clue what that was but when we were at break Chris Ross literally broke a camera over Jeremy “Lone Wolf” King’s Head! Still going at it on the outside, Chris Ross continues his psychotic assault ripping a guard rail off it's hooks and slamming it down across King’s body.
E.D: I don’t think Ross really cares about pinning anymore…
[Pulling King off the ground, Ross is distracted spotting someone who looks familiar to him in the crowd. Smiling sinisterly, he drags King to another guard rail and begins slamming his blood soaked head over the main bar.]
Promo: Who is that man?!
E.D: That’s the Odius Toad!
Promo: Hey Ross, leave him alone!
[Motioning for the paper off Toad's clipboard, Chris grabs his staple gun looking to take this match to the extreme.]
[*SNAP SNAP SNAP*]
Jeremy King: [AHHH!!!!]
Crowd: [You’re Hardcore! You’re Hardcore! You’re Hardcore!]
Promo: OH M GOODNESS!!!!! Ross just stapled Toad’s report to King’s forehead.]
Chris Ross: There is your God damn report!
Promo: I don’t know what to say at this point.
E.D: I do! The referee appears to be too scared to disqualify Chris Ross.
[Dropping the staple gun back to the corner Ross drags King up the ramp.]
Promo: WIPE OUT!!! WIPE OUT!!! WIIIIPPEEEE OUUTTT!!!
[Ross lays King out with the Wipe Out on the concrete and looking down at the champion, Chris Ross spits on King with distain. Pulling out a table, Chris lays the Jeremy on its surface and then shakes his head no.]
Promo: This is out of hand Ross! What are you doing?!
E.D: I don’t think he's ready to end this just yet!
[Ross proceeds to storm into the back leaving the entire Elk's Lodge completely confused.]
Promo: Is that it? Is it over?
E.D: I don’t know… He sort of just left…
Promo: Maybe I was wrong, I thought Ross wanted this title bad but he has appeared to…
Crowd: [POP!]
[Suddenly the crowd goes nuts as Chris Ross is seen standing 25 feet above in the balcony.]
Promo: Jesus Mary and Joseph… Is he seriously going to jump off the balcony onto King? There’s nothing but concrete under that table!
E.D: Concrete and King that is…
Crowd: [JUMP!!! JUMP!!! JUMP!!!]
[Making the hang loose Hawaii sign, Ross leaps off the balcony and…]
[*CAFUCKINGRUNCH!!!!!*]
Promo: [AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!]
[SPLAT!]
Crowd: [OOO!]
E.D: [Makes the sign of the cross] …
Crowd: KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!! KRAZY Chris!!!
Promo: Chris Ross landed on top of Lone Wolf and the two just went right through the wooden table stopping dead to rites on the concrete. No one is moving! No one looks alive, and here comes the referee to see what kind of carnage just took place.
E.D: Are we going to have to stop this show because Chris Ross broke the concrete?!
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?
Promo: YOU ARE WORRIED ABOUT THE CONCRETE! MAY I REMIND YOU TWO HUMAN BEINGS ARE IN THAT PILE OF RUBBLE!!!
[Standing up from the debris, Chris Ross staggers to his feet, and looking into the crowd, lets out a roar pounding his chest like King Kong.]
Crowd: [Pop]
E.D: Its official, Chris Ross is definitely an android!
Promo: He’s what?
E.D: The man just free fell 25 feet and went through a small table, splattered himself and another wrestler on the concrete, and STILL had enough strength to collect his pop?
[Ross drags a blood coughing King out of the rubble and walking out of the broken pieces; Ross drags King back down to the ringside area and leans him up against one of the guard rails in front of his family. With King‘s wife and daughter in complete tears, Ross smiles actually drawing pleasure from their pain.]
Promo: Oh no… Eric this is about to get way out of hand… Come on Ross! Leave his family alone!!!
[With his daughter watching, Ross runs and nails King with a boot right to the face and putting one foot on his chest Ross goes for the pin.]
Crowd: One.. Two… THREE!!!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Crowd: [Cheering]
Promo: I don’t believe it, Chris Ross has done it… he has won the New York State Heavyweight Championship! What a crazy match and listen to these great BACW fans give it up for both of these guys.
Crowd: Thank you Chris Ross! Thank you King! ... Thank you Chris Ross! Thank you King! ... Thank you Chris Ross! Thank you King! ... Thank you Chris Ross! Thank you King!
E.D: These blood thirsty pigs are going to kill someone one of these days.
[Reaching into the crowd, the champion grabs King’s daughter’s sign [Win for me Daddy] and rips it in half while continuing to laugh sadistically.]
Promo: Oh come on!!! There’s no need for that!
[Reaching from within the safety zone and over the railing, Jeremy’s brother pushes Ross in the face.]
E.D: WHOA! King’s brother just pie faced Ross… Is this guy nuts?!
Promo: I don’t care what’s happening; you can’t reach over the railing and into the wrestler's zone.
[Standing nose to nose, the champion pulls out another pouch of Jamaican jerk powder and throws it in his brother’s face sending him onto the ground holding his eyes.]
Promo: How many pouches does this lunatic keep on him!?
E.D: I don’t know but that stuff sure is effective!
[Climbing the guard rail Ross yanks King’s brother off the ground and throws him over the railing. Following, he whips him into the steel steps and storming over to the announcer's table, Ross grabs Promo’s lap top computer.]
Promo: Hey!!! That’s mine!!! I paid for that!!! Folks, Ross just took my lap top and I have no idea what the hell he’s going to do with it…
[CRAAAACK!]
Crowd: [WOW!]
[King’s brother turns around and Ross shatters the computer over his head sending keyboard keys all over the place.]
E.D: Welcome to the World Wide Web!!!
Promo: Where is the security?!
E.D: What are you bitching about Promo, it’s a Dell for Christ’s sake!
[Ross walks back over to where King’s daughter stands and lets out another sadistic laugh as she continues to crying. Rolling back into the ring, Ross calls for the microphone.]
Ross: BATEE!!! First your wife! Now your body guard! I suggest you accept my challenge… What are you going to do knowing that this is your entire fault? What are you going to do knowing your wife is sharing a hospital room with your body guard? Oh Batee, it puts a smile on my face knowing I am inflicting such emotional pain on you! Mark my words… If you don’t accept my challenge I will make sure you know the name is Chris Ross…
Ross and Crowd in Unison: DON’T YOU FORGET IT!!!
[Ross drops the microphone, stares at King’s daughter, and takes some of the blood from Lone Wolf’s forehead and wipes it on her face. Ross snatching the title from Lucy, Ross is instantly surrounded by BACW security.]
Promo: This is distasteful.
E.D: Yeah, I don't know what to say.
[Lucy jumps the barricade as the medical staff rushes down to tend to Jeremy King. The crowd is silent as the motionless King is strapped to a board and slowly rolled up the ramp with one man sitting on the gurney giving him chest compressions.]
Promo: Folks it isn’t looking good for Jeremy King and we will do our best to keep you updated on his condition through out the night. But right now we have to take a break, but when we return, it’s going to be more BACW action, live from the Elks Lodge, right here in Brooklyn New York!
E.D: If King dies, think his wife would go out with me?
Promo: [Ignoring Eric] We’ll see you in a few.
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