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[Part 3]: Opening with Paul Prominski
[Play promo package.]
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Wrrrestling! [Echo]
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Org!
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[Cue in video clip and ignite pyrotechnics.]
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Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Ringside.]
Paul Prominski: Hello everyone and welcome to BACW's TV-MA!
Crowd: [YEAH!] Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: I'm your Host Paul Prominski and we less than one month away from the biggest event in our arsenal; Grinder X!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: BACW is originator of the first blood steel cage battle royal, and this event usually signifies the arrival of a new era, or the continuation of dominance. Putting the entire roster into a cage one by one, the only way to be eliminated is if you bleed. The person who bleeds last? Well, they are given the honors of leading this cult like promotion as our Heavyweight champion!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: But let's not put the cart before the horse, because today, we are outdoors under the open sky in New York City's very own Central Park!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: On this show, we will see Spectre defending his BACW Heavyweight championship against the smallest member on BACW's roster; Particle Man!
Crowd: Let's go PM! [Clap clap clap-clap-clap] Let's go PM! [Clap clap clap-clap-clap] Let's go PM! [Clap clap clap-clap-clap]
Promo: Last month we saw Spectre strung up like the extreme version of Jesus Christ by the mysterious Project X and if the crucifixion wasn't bad enough, Spectre's BACW Heavyweight title was stolen!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: But before I give you my opinions on that cowardly act, let me introduce to you, TVMA Co-Host for the evening; ladies and gentlemen, "Easy E" Eric Danger!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Eric Danger: [Shivering] First of all, is Mr. Batee on crack?
Promo: [Nervous] What do you mean?
E.D: It's freaking freezing out here! March 1st Paul! It's freaking practically still winter and who the hell in their right mind has an outdoors event in March?
Promo: I'm sorry to hear you're cold Eric but perhaps you should have prepared for this kind of chill. We are outdoors.
E.D: Hey jerk off! Didn't you hear me, IT'S MARCH!!!!
Promo: What do you want me to do Eric? Seriously! Suck it up and let's talk about the main event.
E.D: [Shivering out of control] If I wasn't afraid my hands would shatter; I would punch you right in the God damn face!
Promo: [Ignoring ED's threat] Lucky for me it's March! Folks, in our main event I think the strategy is pretty simple. If I were Particle Man, I will go low to counter Spectre's awesome size.
E.D: That just means Spectre will need to use his knees and feet to kick and knock around Particle Man to slow him down.
Promo: What about if Particle Man goes to the air with a few high flying moves?
E.D: Best defense for that is trying to catch Particle Man in midair while he can't control his direction; objects in motion tend to stay in motion.
Promo: What about Spectre's offensive role?
E.D: Power moves are the only way for the champion to go. Spectre can also use his weight to apply pressure and bear down on the frail Particle Man in an attempt to tire him out. Bottom line, Spectre will throw Particle Man around recklessly like a rag doll and not think twice about it.
Promo: Going into Grinder, Spectre really needs to scare everyone into thinking he is going to be unstoppable and that kind of sadistic thinking just might work.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: Folks, it's time for us to go up into the ring and listen to the introductions for our opening match up.
E.D: I need a drink!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[Part 4]: Opening Match
Michael Cavenaugh
vs.
Kai Kennedy
Michael Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to TV-MA!
Crowd: [POP!]
Stuffher: And welcome to New York Cities very own - Central Park!
Crowd: [Bigger POP!]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Our opening bout is scheduled for one fall, and will have a 15 minute time limit. Already in the ring, this is Kai Kennedy!
Crowd: [Mixed reaction]
Promo: Well as Kai gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, there isn't very much we know about this young athlete other than he requested this match with Mike Cavenaugh. Not knowing anything about Kai, what's your take on the match?
E.D: Cavenaugh is an animal, and when he's done with Key...
Promo: That's Kai...
E.D: Key, Kai, Wang, Why? I don't freaking know nor do I care! All I can say for certain is that Mike Cavenaugh is about to grace BACW with his presence, so sit down, shut up, and if I can steal a line from Mr. Batee's book, get ready to "Enjoy the brutality!"
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Crowd: [Rising to their feet] YEAH!
[The lights fade]
Crowd: [POP!]
[Slowly, the melodic opening notes of “Dream On” by Aerosmith hit the speakers. A pair of spotlights, one ice blue and one emerald green, illuminate the entranceway, where the curtain remains closed. The first verse runs through without any interruption.]
Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!
Every time
That I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face
Getting clearer
The past is gone
Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!
It went by
Like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way?
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!
[At the end of the first verse, both spotlights are replaced by crimson strobe lights. The curtain parts as the next line flows.]
Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!
Yeah, I know
Nobody knows
Where it comes and
Where it goes
I know
It's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know
How to win
Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!
[As the last two lines play, a single blood red spotlight illuminates the entrance way as the crimson strobe lights are replaced by the standard white strobe lights. Standing in front of the curtain, bathed in the eerie red glow, is the former BACW Heavyweight Champion: Michael “Snake Eyes” Cavenaugh.]
Michael Cavenaugh: [Middle fingers flying]
Crowd: [POP!]
[Tonight Snake is dressed in a pair of black jeans, black sneakers with no identifying marks, and an evil looking steel chair in hand. Cavenaugh is freshly trimmed, both hair and Van Dyke, and as he strolls quickly on the grass towards the ring, the song continues.]
Fan: WE LOVE YOU SNAKE!!!!
Michael Cavenaugh: [Looking into the camera and laughing] I love me!
Half my life's
In books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools
And from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you
[Cavenaugh hops onto the ring apron, and raising the chair to the crowd, collects his pop.]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Sing with me
Sing for the years
Sing for the laughter
And sing for the tears
Sing with me
If it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
[Stepping through the ropes, Mike kneels in one of the corners, and waits for the referee to check him for concealed objects.]
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Crowd: You suck Kai!
Dream yourself a dream come true
Kai Kennedy: [Peering over the ropes] Screw you!
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Crowd: [Heckles from the lawn seats] Ass-hole! Ass-hole! Ass-hole!
And dream until your dream comes true
Kennedy: You're all a bunch of paper pushing pencil heads who would know real wrestling talent from the crap you're used to seeing!
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
[As the song ends, and Kai continues to argue with the fans, Cavenaugh reaches back and with every muscle in his body...]
[CRAAAACK!]
Kai Kennedy: [UGH!]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: Oh my GOD!!!!
E.D: Cavenaugh just drilled a distracted Kai over the head from behind with that steel chair of his and my Lord, down goes Fraizer!
Crowd: You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore!
Cavenaugh: [Looking into the crowd] Snake Byte, oh fuck yeah Snake Byte!
[Rotating a dazed Kai Kennedy from his feet and locking on the over hook...]
[THUD!]
Kai: [GAH!]
[With blood squirting from the back of Kai's head and pooling under his head, Mike unleashes a killer Snake Byte and the referee strikes the canvas for the one... two... three...]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[Rolling off the cover and picking up the dented chair, Cavenaugh points to the blood stain with a smile.]
Crowd: You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore!
[Clang!]
Promo: Throwing the dented chair onto the logo, Cavenaugh doesn't wait for the official announcement and falling through the ropes, wow, what a welcoming back match for Michael "Snake Eyes" Cavenaugh.
E.D: Brutal! Calculated! And Violent as hell! Anything less from BACW's living legend just wouldn't be civilized.
[Turning his back to the ring, Cavenaugh pauses as the crowd begins to rustle.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Folks, inside the ring, Kai Kennedy has gotten to his feet and as the blood rains down his back from the nasty gash in his head, he is motioning for Cavenaugh to come back into the ring!?
E.D: Kai feels cheated but Paul, this guy can barely stand up. I understand Kai wants a fair match but his brains must be the consistence of scrambled eggs.
[Shaking his head, Cavenaugh points to the ring and the crowd goes crazy.]
Michael Cavenaugh: [Looking into the crowd] You want more?!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Rumbling back down the isle and rolling into the ring, Cavenaugh ducks an off balance clothesline from a wobbly Kai, and picking up the chair, takes another full swing...]
[THWACK!]
Kai Kennedy: [MUGH!]
Crowd: [DAMN!]
Promo: Cavenaugh smacks Kennedy right in the face with the chair and falling face first into the canvas in Ric Flair like fashion, Cavenaugh exits the ring for a second time with the chair in his hands.
E.D: This Kai Kennedy ain't the brightest bulb in the package if you catch my drift.
Promo: Busted and battered, I'm just thankful this is finally over.
[Nodding his head and holding the mangled steel to the sky, the crowd stirs once again as Kennedy stumbles to his feet with blood running from his forehead like a waterfall. Pausing and looking back into the ring, Cavenaugh appears to be getting annoyed with the never say die attitude of Kennedy.]
Crowd: One more time! One more time! One more time!
Promo: Aww come on Mike, leave the guy alone!
Kennedy: [Using the ropes to balance] Co.. Com.. Come on... you pussy!
Crowd: [OOO!]
Promo: Now Kai's just asking for trouble.
E.D: Or to a retirement party!
Promo: I don't believe it! Kai is begging Cavenaugh to hit him again back into the ring comes Mike and...
[CRACK!]
Kai Kennedy: [UGH!]
Crowd: [OWW!]
[THUD!]
Promo: Down goes Kennedy for a third time and my God, Cavenaugh isn't stopping this time around! Over and over and over again...
Crowd: Snake! Snake! Snake!
E.D: The steel chair's seat breaks off the hinges on Kai's back and here comes security but they are not going to be in time!
Promo: Over the logo, Cavenaugh pounds the leg of the chair onto Kennedy's head like a police baton and good God almighty... he's trying to smash Kai's head open like a cocnut!
E.D: I think they are right about Cavenaugh.
Promo: What?
E.D: With just a tad bit of anger management, he just might be able to take on the form of a normal human being.
Promo: Security has finally forced Mike Cavenaugh off Kai and from the ring but the damage has already been done.
E.D: Wait a minute!
Promo: I don't believe this... Fans, I'm in complete shock! What's left of Kai Kennedy is refusing the help of our medical staff and Cavenaugh is furious that there still no quit in Kai!
[Breaking away from the security guards and snatching one of the heavy cameras, Cavenaugh charges and...]
[KA-CRUNCH!]
Kai Kennedy: [Falls and settles onto the canvas without moving even one muscle.]
Crowd: [WOW!]
Promo: Into the face of Kai Kennedy with the camera, and someone better get this one under control because Kennedy might be seriously injured. What the hell is Cavenaugh doing?
E.D: I think Mike is sending a message to the entire BACW roster and to me the message is loud and clear. I am back! I am better than ever! And I want my BACW Heavyweight back!
Crowd: [Rumbling as Mike is forced into the back by security for a second time.]
[Inside the ring, Kai is put on a stretcher and as they remove his blood caked body from the ring, the crowd begins to show their appreciation.]
Crowd: Thank you Kai! Thank you Kai! Thank you Kai!
[Hearing the cheers, Kai look up from the stretcher through blurry eyes and orders the medical team to stop. Barely able to get off the stretcher, Kai shows his true heart by stumbling towards the back on his own two feet. Turning at the foot of the entrance, Kai raises a hand of appreciation to the crowd, and mouths the words, "Thank you."]
Crowd: Thank you Kai! Thank you Kai! Thank you Kai!
Promo: What a display of class by Kai Kennedy!
Crowd: Thank you Kai! Thank you Kai! Thank you Kai!
E.D: After hearing this ovation for Kai, I wouldn't be surprised if this wasn't the last we see this tremendously athlete inside a BACW ring.
Promo: Speaking of heart and dedication, Chris Ross has just arrived so let's go to the back and see what the Hawaiian Hothead has to say.
Crowd: Thank you Kai! Thank you Kai! Thank you Kai!
[Fade on Kai's crimson mask...]
[Part 5]: The Torture of Tito
[Inside of a darkened room, Mr. Batee former sound man Tito, is strapped to a chair tied down by rope. You can see the frightened expression on his face. Chris Ross has made good on his promise to infiltrate and destroy every aspect of Mr. Batee's life.]
Tito: He… Hello?
[Chris Ross casually walks into view holding a remote in his hand.]
Chris Ross: Do you know who I am Tito?
[Tito gulps taking a deep breath.]
Tito: Do you want me to know you?
[Ross crosses his arms looking deep into Tito's eyes.]
Chris Ross: According to you, I am a miserable failure… A bottom feeding lowlife… Someone who is about to go down in flames… I think you know now don’t you?
[Tito sighs quivering in fear.]
Tito: [Sniveling] I'm afraid to give you the wrong answer...
[Ross stands next to Tito almost breathing down his neck.]
Chris Ross: Do you understand what I am doing Tito?
[Tito’s expression changes trying to come up with the right words.]
Tito: Giving me the breath mint challenge?
[Ross turns and stands behind of Tito.]
Chris Ross: I am not a man… I began as one but each being I have changed makes me more than a man! As you will witness…
[Ross proceeds to turn Tito’s chair in front of a projector.]
Tito: Oh my God you're going to rape me!! AAAHH!!!!
[SLAP!]
Chris Ross: SILENCE!
Tito: Oh my face! It stings! Why did you hit me?
Chris Ross: Because you’re a reporter…
[Ross walks in front of Tito and looks directly at him, glaring at him almost burning a hole through Tito who has his eyes taped shut.]
Chris Ross: Open your eyes and look at me!
Tito: I can't!
[Growing irritated Ross pulls out his staple gun.]
Chris Ross: If you don’t open them I will force them open with my staple gun!
Tito: I can't...
Chris Ross: AND WHY CAN'T YOU OPEN YOUR EYES!!!!
Tito: [Sobbing] Because you have taped my eyelids closed...
[RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!]
Tito: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[The tape removes some of Tito's eyebrows and slowly opens his eyes, he gazes directly at Ross. Chris proceeds to pull out a long piece of paper and unfolds it. It appears to be a list of random names; some of them familiar some of them not.]
Tito: Oh my good god Jesus what's that?
[Ross starts to laugh hysterically as it shows the names Mrs. Batee and Jeremy King crossed off.]
Tito: Please tell me that's your birthday list…
[Ross gets in Tito’s face sliding the list back into his pocket.]
Chris Ross: Do you want to know who I am?
Tito: Chris... I mean... No... No I don't.
[Ross smiles amused at Tito’s fear. Walking over to a projector, Ross presses a button on the remote and a picture of a Hawaiian shirt clad Chris Ross when he first joined the BACW as the Hawaiian Shirt Wearing Freak Of Nature appears.]
Ross: Do you see now?
[Tito looks on kind of perplexed.]
Tito: Yes…
Chris Ross: Now watch…
[Ross presses a button to show a picture of himself when he evolved into The Midnight Rider.]
Chris Ross: This is what happened to me. The likes of Derek Parks and Mike Morrison turned me into the laughing stock of the whole god damned federation! But I’m not that funny now am I?
Tito: Kimo is sort of comical...
Chris Ross: DO YOU SEE TITO DO YOU SEE?!
[Tito almost jumps out of his skin listening to Ross.]
Tito: Yes… Yes... and may I recommend you swallow more before shouting?
[Ross switches to a picture of Derek Parks lying in a pool of his own blood.]
Tito: Oh my god…
Chris Ross: Derek Parks… This was the beginning of me being reborn…
[Ross changes the picture showing a picture of Joel Saunders with a bone sticking out through his shoulder.]
Chris Ross: Joel Saunders… Only had 2 matches and has never wrestled ever again… Do you see?
[Tito can only nod his head being forced to watch the brutal pictures.]
Tito: Yes…
[Ross changes the picture turning it to one of Ross laid out in a pool of his own blood.]
Chris Ross: The day they thought they slain the Hawaiian monster…
[Ross changes the picture to show one of a naked Roxanne Logan laid out on his bed with a vibrator; blur bars in place.]
Chris Ross: Jesus how did that get in there?
[Ross quickly changes the picture showing a picture of Mrs. Batee’s body completely covered in blood. The crimson red exposing her ever curve to your perverted imagination.]
Chris Ross: Mrs. Batee… Reborn… Do you see?
[Ross changes the picture one of Jeremy King.]
Chris Ross: Jeremy “Lone Wolf” King… Reborn… Do you see…
[Tito shakes in fear seeing the gruesome photos but mostly from Ross' rancid breath.]
Tito: Please… Please no…
[Ross shuts off the picture projector and looks at Tito.]
Chris Ross: No? No what?
Tito: I can't take this torture...
[Ross can only glare at Tito who by now has wet his pants.]
Chris Ross: Why did you spread lies about me Tito?
[Tito sits there panting.]
Tito: Lies? I'm not even permitted to speak on his show. Half the time I'm not even in the room.
[As Tito says those words Ross walks around him circling him.]
Chris Ross: Will you say the truth now? About my work? About my crusade?
Tito: Anything but please stop breathing on me!!!
Chris Ross: My Becoming?
Tito: Oh God... I said yes!!
[Ross’ face turns even sourer as he turns his back to Tito.]
Chris Ross: I am Chris Ross… And you call me insane… You insignificant little rodent are like the rest of them… Completely brain washed by Mr. Batee! Soon Tito, you shall become reborn like the rest of them… You recognize nothing! You are nothing but an ant! Everyone will realize that Batee is nothing more than the scum of the earth… Before me you rightly tremble… But fear is not what you owe me Tito… No…
[Ross turns around and gets in Tito’s face his nose almost touching Tito’s.]
Chris Ross: YOU OWE ME AWE!!!
[Tears trickle down Tito’s face.]
Tito: [Eyes swelling] It's like having a one on one with an onion...
Chris Ross: In the afterbirth you shall do one thing!
[Tito by now has no idea what Ross is talking about.]
Tito: Invest in a better breath mint?
[Ross smiles sadistically from ear to ear.]
Chris Ross: The name is Chris Ross… DON’T YOU FORGET IT!!!
[The camera zooms down to see Tito’s right foot is in a blender.]
Chris Ross: Tito… My deepest regards… Remember… This isn’t my fault… Mr. Batee is the one who brought this on you…
[The lights go out and the sound of a blender starts up… Then all you can hear is Tito screaming at the top of his lungs. Turning the lights back on before he leaves the room Ross smirks.]
Chris Ross: Just kidding!
[Looking down at his unharmed foot, Tito notices the blender is unplugged and faints.]
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