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[PART 10] : The Hand of God
[Video feed…]
[You couldn’t see much through the gloom, just enough to see that it was Mike Sloan sitting in the chair, staring blankly at the wall, looking, for all the world, as if all the fight, hell all the life, had gone out of him. If not for the glint of flame touching the end of a cigarette, you wouldn’t know the man there with him either, but that flame, for just a moment, gave it away. No one else had such weird smoke and flame colored hair, at least, no one else that Mike Sloan knew. It seemed that for this one instant, whether they were still friends or whether they were now enemies no longer mattered, Ulfric stood there in the gloom with Sloan looking for all the world like he had a lot to say. ]
Rick Ulfric: Ya know... [Ulfric began] five years ago, I would have told you that you reap what you sow, that guys like us, we weren’t meant to have families, weren’t meant to know a damn thing about love or commitment, but that time is long gone, and out of everyone, I’m probably the only one who really knows how much your suffering right now. I still can’t believe it’s been two years since I lost my wife and kids, it doesn’t feel like it, but at least it doesn’t hurt as bad now as it once did. I guess that’s why I came here, to tell you that it would get better, that it doesn’t get any worse than what you feel right now.
[A pause, he took a few long drags hoping to give Mike time to digest what he was saying.]
Rick Ulfric: Right now you don’t want to move, you don’t want to think, you don’t want to do anything for fear that if you move the wrong way, that if you say the wrong thing, it will remind you of her, and then the fragile thread holding you together will rip apart and you know what, you’d be right. The problem is, it’s kinda like a band-aid, you won’t heal till your willing to rip it off the skin and expose the wound a little bit, despite how fresh and raw it is.
[He leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, took another long drag.]
Rick Ulfric: I know you’re not willing to expose yourself to all that pain right now, so it looks like I’m gonna have to rip the band-aid off for ya.
[He watched Mike while he finished smoking, then tossed the cigarette behind him and stood, cracking his neck as he moved towards Mike and pulled him up out of his seat to shake him before looking him in the eyes.]
Rick Ulfric: What do you think she would say if she could see you right now?! [Ulfric growled.] Think she’d be proud of you for wallowing in your own self pity, oh poor Mike, he’s suffering, well let me tell you something you son-of-a-bitch, from the moment I met you you’ve been suffering and yet no matter what you’ve always stood up and looked that suffering straight in the eyes with enough hatred to make it cower. It’s pathetic to see you cowering now, in the face of what, grief, you get over grief a hell of a lot quicker busting heads then sobbing like a child.”
[With a growl Ulfric shook him again.]
Rick Ulfric: I’m talking to you Mike, I’m talking to the Dark Horse now, I’m talking to the Hand of Satan for as much as you find yourself looking into the eyes of one of his Angels. Right now you are a disgrace to who and what we are, but not for much longer, because if I have to I will drag your carcass down to the ring and I will beat your ass myself if that’s what it will take to make you fight.
[Angered.]
Rick Ulfric: Look me in the eyes and tell me you give up and I’ll walk out of here right now!
[Silence, but then, Ulfric knew there would be.]
Rick Ulfric: I didn’t think so... [He growled to Sloan again] I didn’t think you were so far gone as to call it quits, so here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to go out there, you are going to wear a black armband on your arm and you are going to fight, not for yourself, but for her, to show the world what she really meant to you, and then you are going to lay her to rest, you are going to walk away from the life you thought you were going to have and you are going to embrace who and what you were truly meant to be, because if you don’t, if you can’t let it go, your gonna join her, and what would that prove?
[He paused.]
Rick Ulfric: You know just as well as I did that it wouldn’t prove a god damn thing. Hell’s too miserable a place to shackle yourself with chains of remorse Mike, we’ll wear thick enough chains when we get there, you don’t wanna be adding now more.
[With that he let Mike down, gripped his shoulder and said softly.]
Mike Sloan: Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.
[With that he turned and walked out of the room towards the gorilla position as the announcers for the evening take the helm once again.]
[PART 11] : BACW Northeastern Regional Championship
Mike Sloan (C)
Vs.
Alec Ace
Promo: Mike Sloan has just lost his wife to a tragic accident only a day after their marriage and he looks lost. His passion for the sport has to be swept away, just as her life was... he must really feels like he has nothing left to live for.
E.D: Normally I would toss in a crass comment like I hope he slid her the sausage one last time before before that hot piece of ass started to get stiff, but even Easy E Eric Danger has a heart.
Promo: About the size of the Grinch's!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is for BACW's Northeastern Regional championship! Coming down the isle, he is the current champion! Old school fans, this is "The Dark Horse" Mike Sloan!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: As Sloan slowly walks to the ring, you can see from his detached expression that he may have lost his passion to compete tonight.
E.D: Yeah I agree, slumping into the corner, and refusing to help the referee check him for foreign objects, it appears Mike Sloan just might want to do the old pin me pay me thing.
Crowd: [Continued Booing]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: About to come down the isle from Tampa Bay, Florida and weighing 246 pounds, he only wants to be known as “Superstar” Alec Ace!
Crowd: [POP!]
[BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!]
[Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack]
[BOOM!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Parting the curtains with the final explosion, Ace steps into the Elks to a tremendous roar from the tiny crowd. Dubbed as BACW’s next big thing, Alec continues to glisten in the gold spotlight after winning his first match against Jeff Harris last month. Wearing his typical gold boots with sparkling gold tights, Ace heads to the ring while his music comes to a fade.]
Promo: Alec Ace appears to be one of those guys whose dedication to his craft is unmatched in your average promotion. But what Alec is finding out in BACW is that most have his dedication and it’s going to take a lot more than just a few wins to climb this property ladder.
E.D: I like the guy Promo, I really do. Dressed in gold, he comes to the ring in shape, and from what I saw last week on TVMA, he can definitely wrestle. The Superstar Crunch is one of the most unforgiving moves in the business, and mark my words, if Ace hits Mike Sloan with that finisher, it’s going to be all she wrote!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: Across the ring, Sloan tackles Ace into the corner and begins kicking the God holy hell of the “Superstar”!
E.D: Sloan is like a wild beast in there! It's like someone turned on a switch and the guy's just exploding all over a helpless Alec Ace!
[Stomps kicks and punches don’t let up as Alec Ace tries to cover up the beat down in vein. Lowering his knees into chest of Ace, Mike wraps his hands around Alec’s throat in an attempt to choke the life out of him.]
Mike Sloan: You killed my wife! YOU KILLED MY WIFE!!!! ARRRGH!!!!
E.D: Mike Sloan has lost it!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Referee: Come on Sloan, break the hold! 1... 2... 3...
Promo: Off the canvas by his hair comes Ace and throwing him into the ropes, here comes Alec on the rebound.
E.D: Over the logo and into a vicious double axe handle to the chest and my God, I bet Alec Ace never took a beating like this in his life.
Promo: Mike Sloan is an absolute beast in the ring, and when the bell sounds, he’s like Pavlov’s Dog salivating at the mouth!
[Tossing the dazzled Ace back into the ropes, Mike continues to abuse the Superstar with a 180 slam and hooking the leg for the 1… 2… 3…]
Alec Ace: [UGH!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: The referee holds two fingers up and folks, this one’s going to continue. Sloan seems to be signaling for his finisher and he might as well since Alec Ace hasn't offered even a single shred of offense since the opening bell.
[Wobbly, Ace comes off the ropes for a second time and rolling under the boot, he bounces off the opposite ropes.]
E.D: Mike is too close!
Promo: Ace with a desperation thrust forearm and Mike staggers back a few steps. Alec digs deep and charging forward, OH! Spinning back fist sends Mike to his back. Counting the lights, this one could be over!
Referee: 1... 2...
Crowd: [OH!]
Referee: NO! Kick out! Only two, continue the match.
Crowd: [Clapping]
E.D: Ace might not know where he is right now, but he’s running on instinct!
Promo: Body slam by Alec onto the logo causes Mike to arch his back from the impact and rotating him to his feet; it’s an old school suplex that’s countered by a Mike Sloan scoop slam!
E.D: Ace is just too hurt to make any kind off offense work.
Promo: But remember he's in fantastic shape so he has got to have more in the tank!
[Immediately dropping a leg across the throat, Mike tries to call it 1… 2… THREE night but Ace rolls through the cover and the referee signals for the bout to continue.]
Promo: It’s just a matter of time until Alec Ace runs out of lives and the fat lady begins to sing, "Say Goodbye to Hollywood!"
E.D: I agree Promo, and here comes a Mike Sloan choke slam!
Mike Sloan: [UGH!]
[THUMP!]
Crowd: [WHOA!]
Referee: 1… 2… 3…!!!
Crowd: [OH!]
Referee: TWO! Only two! Foot on the ropes! Continue the match!
Promo: Oh my Lord! Alec Ace countered the choke slam with a leaping DDT before Mike had a chance to bring him down! I don’t believe I’m saying this but, Alec Ace is going to steal a win from the emotionally drained Mike Sloan!
E.D: Off the canvas and...
Crowd: [OH!] [BOO!]
Promo: Sloan with a desperation rake of the eyes but Ace knock him flat on his ass in the corner. Mike's head bounces off turnbuckle and I think he's hurt!
E.D: He's just sitting there looking into the crowd!
Promo: What's he doing?
[As we take you inside the head of Mike Sloan, his blurred vision has settled in on a female at ringside with similar attributes as his wife. With Alec Ace down pounding his foot into the chest of Sloan, the champion lowers his guard as if he has given up. In the background of this slow motion meltdown, Sloan can hear the announcers calling the action.]
Promo: Right cross to the head! Left to the jaw! Alec Ace breaks open a gash over Mike Sloan's right eyes with a UFC style forearm and the referee really needs to think about stopping this one!
E.D: This is BACW Paul and if Sloan was in that much pain, he would tap! Simple as that!
[Back in his head and looking through the swollen eyes of the champion, the woman he has fixated his sight, levitates, and floating over railing, takes the shape of his dead wife.]
Promo: Running knee to the temple knocks Sloan limp and Ace is calling for an end to this match!
E.D: Listen the crowd!
Crowd: [ACE! ACE! ACE!]
Womanly figure: Mike, I only want one thing of you before I go.
Mike Sloan: [Talking aloud in his head] Please don't go! PLEASE! I'm nothing without you Cynthia!
Womanly figure: Mike, you have to let me go... but before I do I have a request.
Mike Sloan: Anything... I love you so much! It hurts so badly!
[The figure begins to be absorbed into "the bright light" and as the figure fades from Mike's existence she softly makes her request.]
Womanly figure: Win! Win for me Michael! Win and then go to Grinder and take your place as heavyweight champion.
[Like a car crash sped up into real time, Mike can feel Ace driving a boot into his midsection. As Ace turns to execute the Superstar Crunch, Sloan suddenly wakes up out of his trance and going completely on instinct, avoids the head and arm tumbling into a quick 1... 2... 3... roll up!]
Referee: Ring the bell! Ring the bell!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Crowd: [SIGH!]
[Rolling to the outside, Alec Ace cannot believe what just happened.]
Alec Ace: [Pounding the apron] Son of a BITCH!
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the bout by pin fall and STILL BACW Northeastern Regional champion, “The Dark Horse” Mike Sloan!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: You have to be kidding me!? Where the heck did Sloan get the strength to think that fast?
E.D: I don't know but he better go back to the well because here comes a pissed of Alec Ace!
Promo: Stomping outside the ring is a furious Alec Ace and my God, Mike Sloan is start to get up!
Alec Ace: [Tossing the timekeeper off his seat] GIVE ME THAT!
[Snap!]
E.D: The champion doesn’t see Ace with the steel chair!
[Sneaking around the stairs with his equalizer now in hand, Mike hears the foot steps and turning….]
Mike Sloan: [GUH!]
[THUD!]
Crowd: [DAMN!]
E.D: Chair shot from hell to the face and Mike Sloan has been knocked out cold.
Promo: Rolling from the ring and slamming the dented chair onto the concrete, Alec Ace storms up the isle and into the back as the medical team rushes down to ringside to tend to the fallen champion. Folks, we have to take a break but when we return it's going to BACW's Tag Team championship up for grabs in a battle royal table match that will feature three teams! The Face of Perfection, The Sex Symbols, and the champions, The Superheroes! We'll see you in a few!
[PART 12]: Steel Wheels Tour
[Whisking us off to the local hospital lounge, Mr. Batee is pouring himself a cup of Joe when Kimo bursts into the waiting area with his wheel chair wielding a lead pipe.]
[Clink! Clink! Clink!]
Kimo: AWE YEA DOG!!! IT’S ASS KICKING TIME!!! AND YO LUCKY WEEZE IN THA HOSPITAL!
Mr. Batee: [Turning around, and throwing his hands up in the air] Mother of God… I have a 105 pound man in a wheel chair coming after me with a God danged pipe? What did I do to deserve this!? Hey Iron Side! Get off the dang steel wheels tour because I'm no mood to be playing with ya cabana boy!
[Kimo moves closer to Batee and knocks over his coffee with the pipe.]
Mr. Batee: [Nodding head] So it's going to be like that huh?
[Getting to one knee, Kimo and Batee are now in a Mexican Stand off before Kimo rolls backwards giving ground.]
Mr. Batee: That's what I thought you little shit!
[Going back to his coffee, Batee hears a small click from behind. Kimo has shut the door behind him, apparently blocking Batee’s only escape route. Pounding the pipe in his hands, Kimo smiles exposing his gold caps.]
[BLING!]
Kimo: I’ve been waitin all month fo ya dog… See tha camera mounted in tha corna thurr? Yea dog! Foget about Candid camera! Yo on Kimo Camera!
Mr. Batee: [Confused] What the hell did you just say!? [Putting his coffee down where Kimo cannot reach] I swear boy, are you sure you graduated High School?!
Kimo: High School? I'm APEX TECH mo-foe!
[Mr. Batee chuckles but then walks to the right heading for the door, but Kimo wheels himself in his way cutting off Batee’s route. Mr. Batee chuckles again going left only to have the same result.]
Mr. Batee: [Pointing to the TV] Look Kimo, the Wiggles!
Kimo: WHERE!?
[Batee tries to push Kimo out of the way but Newton has the breaks on.]
Mr. Batee: Dang it!
[Pulling out a stun gun, Kimo tries to jab it into Batee's side but the owner rolls over the table knocking over everything on its surface.]
Kimo: Yo dawg that's low! No one messes with the Wiggles and gets away with it!
Mr. Batee: Kimo please! My wife...
[Finally the chase is on as Kimo starts chasing Batee around the table like a game of ring around the rosey.]
Batee: KIMO GET AWAY FROM ME WITH THAT THING!!! OH MY LORD! WHERE IS LONE WOLF?! HELP! HELP! THERE'S A CRAZY JAMACIAN WITH A STUN GUN THAT LOVES THE WIGGLES AFTER ME!!
Kimo: Ahoy there me mate-tee!
[Slamming into the coffee machine, the cup that Mr. Batee had put there earlier falls into Kimo's lap dumping the hot scolding coffee into his privates. The electric wheel chair short circuits and unable to give chase, Kimo cries out in pain.]
Kimo: DDDDDDDAAAAAWWWGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!
[Leaping over the table and opening the door, the owner starts running down the hall leaving a screaming Kimo behind.]
Kimo: Imma get yo ass Batee!!! AAAHHHH!!!! BAAAATTEEEE!!!!!
[Finally running down some steps, Mr. Batee looks up laughing as Kimo’s wheel chair cannot give him chase.]
Mr. Batee: I seriously need to find a normal job! But first, I have to find myself some coffee!
[Walking around the corner with a cocky strut, Mr. Batee walks into another lounge where a man with a BACW T-shirt is sitting on the couch.]
Mr. Batee: Please tell me you're a fan...
Jamaica: Ja mon! I am Jamaica!!!
[A perplexed look comes across Mr. Batee’s face as he looks over the dreadlocked, Jamaican rum toting man.]
Mr. Batee: Dee Jay Madrid?! Is that you?
Jamaica: Naw Mon! I’m Jamaica!
Mr. Batee: And I'm from the dirty pits of Arkansas. Seriously, is that you Dee Jay?
Jamaica: Tha name is Jamaica and I’m under the orders from Chris Ross to kick your ass!
Mr. Batee: [Putting up his fists] Here we go again! Look, the Wiggles!
Jamaica: [Pulling his feet up] AAAAHHH!!!! SNAKES!!!!
[Running out of the room, Jamaica tries to get up but slips on the floor allowing Batee to get away once again. Going back across town, we reform inside the Elks Lodge]
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