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[Part 6]: Super Mistake
[Spectre is backstage storming around when he comes upon a soda machine. He looks the machine over, and points the ring wrench at the machine. Oddly enough, the wrench seems to make some movements indicating, in Spectre’s eyes, that the machine contains his missing belt.]
Spectre: Pretty smart! But my ring wrench cannot be fooled!
[Trying to pry open the machine with the wrench, he finally gives up on it and proceeds to bash the machine in until he reaches the drink holsters.]
Spectre: IT'S MINE!!! AAAAAHHH!!!!
[Spectre wildly and frantically tosses each can out of the machine and down the hall. Several cans burst upon hitting the ground and spew all over the place. Finding nothing in the canisters, Spectre looks under the holsters and tries to pry open the entire holster set from the machine. Unable to do so, in a fit of rage he topples the machine over, and continues to bash the machine in with the wrench.]
Universe Man: Freeze do-er of no good!
[Universe Man, of all people, walks down the hall, perplexed by Spectre’s actions. The champion is not in a good mood and seeing the superhero question is action brings on a sneer.]
Spectre: What the hell are you looking at, Blaster? Shouldn’t you be consoling your buddy about his loss to me later tonight? If you want to start something with me, I’m MORE than ready to whip your ass!
Universe Man: Universe Me need Hogan Energy Drink, Grimace.
[The Grimace comment doesn't sit well with Spectre and walking right up to Universe Man chest to chest, neither man budge. Seeing Universe Man is completely clueless, Spectre finally breaks the tension and smiles.]
Spectre: Ok, I get that you’re not the sharpest brick in the rose garden, Blaster. But let me tell you something in a way that even YOU will understand, ok?
[Spectre backs up a step, mocking Universe Man with his tone.]
Spectre: Grimace pissed. Him lose belt. Him very angry. Him turn Particle Man into Atom Man if Particle Man or Universe Man stole belt.
[Spectre’s voice returned to his normal self.]
Spectre: Did you understand that, Magilla? Or do I need to draw out an A to B map for ya!
Universe Man: I give money to Grimace, take soda, and go find Particle Man.
Spectre: Fine! But...
Universe Man: [Giving Spectre the change] Thanks Grimace!
[Spectre glares at Universe Man, before storming off down the hall. Universe Man looked down at the strewn cans littering the floor, picks one up and in one gulp, downs it.]
[BURP!]
Universe Man: Now I feel like a real American!
[Fade on Universe Man doing Hulk Hogan poses.]
[Part 6a]: Purple People Eater
[Following the champion as he leaves the presence of Universe Man, Spectre goes down another hallway, still angry, still incensed, and still looking for his missing belt. He meets one of the production crew with a headset on and injuries by pushing him up against the wall.]
Spectre: Where the hell is Mr. Batee’s section of tent?!
[The man nervously points in the direction he came from.]
Crew Member: D-d-d-down there... Fourth cube on the left...
[Spectre looks the man up and down...]
[SLAP!]
Second: [UGH!]
[...and slaps the headset off him as he releases his hold.]
Spectre: Thanks tool!
[Spectre storms down the hall past the first door, past the second door, past the third door. Sure enough, the fourth door has a sign that says “MR. BATEE” on it. Never one for manners or consideration, Spectre barges in hoping to find the boss, but the room itself is empty.]
Spectre: PERFECT-O!
[Like a thief searching for something specific, Spectre begins ransacking Batee’s office. If any body had Spectre’s belt, it would be Batee. Spectre went through Batee’s desk drawers, pulling them out one by one and dumping them on the floor. The filing cabinet was made quick work out of Spectre’s demolition using the ring wrench. Sure there were a ton of papers, which Spectre strews across the room, but no belt! The sleeper sofa was opened up and Spectre ripped off the sheets and dumped the mattress in the middle of the floor. He even turned the sofa completely upside down hoping the belt had been attached or strapped to the underside of the sofa, yet the missing belt was still…missing. A small tree was over in the corner inside a rather large flower pot.]
Spectre: Perfect place for hiding a belt!
[Unfortunately, the tree was firmly inside the pot.]
Spectre: Damn it!
[Spectre snaps the small tree in half, and begins bashing the pot to pieces with the ring wrench. Once the pot was shattered, Spectre began destroying the compacted soil, till nothing but the roots of the tree were left. Yet, Spectre’s end of his search had not yet arrived, as the belt was nowhere to be found.]
Spectre: This is getting REALLY annoying!
[In his frustration, Spectre picks up the huge leather chair in front of Batee’s desk, and throws it into the tent. The chair was thrown so hard the legs went through the canvas, causing the chair to get stuck. Spectre looked at the pristine figurines on Batee’s desk, and begins destroying them with the ring wrench too. Using the wrench as a make shift sledgehammer, Spectre pounded the desk and the figurines until there was nothing left but porcelain dust.]
[Spectre walked out of the area and yanking the sign off the floor, Spectre rips it in half on his way out.]
[Fade on the torn sign as Spectre carelessly tosses it to the side.]
[Part 7]: Submission Match
JD Hart
Vs.
Triple Six Trek
[Reform back on the announcers]
Promo: I can say this, whoever took Spectre's belt better really enjoy this cat and mouse game while it lasts because the longer he doesn't have it, the more crazed he's going to become.
E.D: Spectre needs to just move on and concentrate on his title defense today. Seriously, do you think Particle Man is using up all his energy looking to fight crime?
Promo: Good point!
E.D: Of course it is!
Promo: [Rolls eyes]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: Folks, that bell means it's time once again to go up to the squared circle with ring announcer; Michael Stuffher.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest has been changed from a submission match, to an anything goes, no holds barred contest!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[As the lights dim, "Praise You In This Storm" by Casting Crowns becomes the focus as Casting Crowns them self come up from under the platform just in front of the Oval-tron. Smoke begins to shuffle around them as you can see "T-R-E-K" pop out one letter at a time up on the Oval-tron in big bold white letters. Fireworks start to blast out from everywhere possible and as the smoke from it all settles, the man appears. Trek is standing there with a cheese eating grin looking down towards the ring as the fans erupt. Trek is wearing all black tights and boots with his boots having his initials on them reading "TST" going down the side of them. He suddenly takes off running down the aisle bouncing from one side to the next giving all the high fives he can before leaping up on the side of the apron. He clinches on to the ropes shaking them as hard as he can before entering in to the ring.
Stuffher: Now entering the ring, he comes to us from Cincinnati, Ohio weighing in at 263 pounds and standing 6 feet and 2 inches tall. Looking to make a name for himself inside these BACW walls, he will start off by facing JD Hart here tonight. He's a 9 time heavyweight champion, Triple Six Trek!
Crowd: T-6-T! T-6-T! T-6-T!
Promo: The crowd seems to love this guy!
E.D: Only because they hate JD Hart more.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And his opponent, entering the ring, he is one half of the tag team "The Sex Symbols" - JD Hart!
Crowd: [Mixed reaction]
E.D: Hart isn't waiting and he's charging Trek!
[Barreling into the center of the ring and missing with a wild haymaker! Trek ducks the punch and driving a boot into the stomach of JD, locks him up for a series of German suplexes!]
[THUD!]
Crowd: [OH!]
[THUD!]
Crowd: [OH!]
[THUD!]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: Trek reaches up for the fourth...
Crowd: [NO!]
E.D: Back heel kick to the groin and that forces Triple Six Trek to abandon his waist lock!
[Hart spins and looping Trek's arm over his head unloads with a nasty snap suplex! Not wasting any time, it's Trek who's sent into the nylon with a hard Irish whip.]
Promo: Charging forward, JD misses a follow up clothesline.
E.D: Trek on the rebound!
Promo: Hart bends looking for a backbody!
[Lurching up with his foot, Trek kicks Hart in the face and falling back into the corner, Trek follows his opponent in with a big splash!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: The crowd cheers and there goes JD Hart into the opposite corner with a THUD! Stumbling back into the center of the ring, Trek looks for a spine buster...
[THUMP!]
[Crowd: [NO!]
Promo: DDT counter by Hart! 1... 2...
E.D: THREE?
Referee: No! Kick out! Only two!
Promo: Trek can't believe it and pushes Hart's shoulder down once again for the 1... 2... 3...
Crowd: [OH!]
E.D: Barely getting off the canvas, Trek drives home a few more punches before taking Hart over to the ropes.
[Dragging JD's face along the coarse nylon, Trek immediately transition side Russian leg sweep and flipping into the 123 cover, the referee holds up two fingers signaling for the match to continue.]
Referee: TWO!
Promo: Rotating Hart to his feet, Trek looks like he's going old school with a vertical suplex but JD counters with back hand to balls.
E.D: Trek counters with a no hands head butt and latching onto a fisherman's suplex, reels in the bait!
Promo: 1... 2...
Crowd: THREE!!!
E.D: Shoulder off the logo!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: That's about as close as you can get with actually winning and fans, Triplr Six Trek is furious!
T6T: [Slapping his hands together] One, two, three!!!
Referee: TWO!
[Rolling from the ring and sliding in a table, Triple Six Trek now has this capacity crowd on their feet!]
Crowd: T-6-T! T-6-T! T-6-T!
E.D: I can't believe they are cheering for this moron!
Promo: Trek is a talented young man who if given a fair chance, could easily be considered one of the top athletes in all of wrestling!
E.D: Top athlete? He's nothing more than another hardcore hippy from BACW's glory hole days!
[With the table now set up in the ring, and Trek in face buster position, the crowd holds their breath as JD Hart entire body is driven through the wood!]
[CRAAAACK!]
Crowd: [YEAH!] Trek's Hardcore! Trek's Hardcore! Trek's Hardcore!
T6T: [Hooking the leg] Count him ref!
Referee: 1... 2...
Crowd & Referee: THREE!!!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Referee: NO! TWO! TWO! Continue the match!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Trek is in utter shock! What does he have to do in order to secure a win against JD Hart?
E.D: Put on a scorpion death lock!
[Sinking down into the move and pulling up on the knee of Hart, Trek rocks back and forth as JD raises his hand in the air inches away from tapping.]
Crowd: [Rustling]
E.D: Uh, don’t look now, Promo, but here comes that Purple Haired Freak with that damn ring wrench in his hands! What the hell is that idiot thinking, believing that wrench will help him find his belt! Whoever took his belt is going to keep it well hidden for as long as they want.
Promo: Yeah, but you and I both know how obsessive Spectre is when it comes to the BACW Championship Belt. I, for one would hate to be the one who is found with his title, should he recover his missing belt. But let not forget inside the ring JD Hart is desparately trying to reach the ropes.
Crowd: [Stomping]
[Spectre, at the “guidance” of the ring wrench, makes his way over to the announcer’s table. He stops right in front of the table and looks at both Promo and E.D. with a hateful glare in his eyes.]
Promo: [Holding up his hands] Hey, don’t look at me, Spectre. I have no use for your belt. I didn’t take it.
[Promo gives a quick nod at E.D. who instantly draws a wildly look from the champion.]
Spectre: YOU!?
E.D: Shut up, Promo! Don’t get me mixed up in Spectre’s psycho quest!
[Still staring at the Co-Host, Spectre approaches E.D.’s side of the table.]
Spectre: [Slamming his fingerless glove on the table] Get the hell out of that seat… NOW!
E.D: I don’t have your damn belt you freak!
Spectre: What did you call me?
[SLAP!]
E.D: [UGH!]
[Spectre slaps E.D. so hard he is knocked out of his chair as JD reaches just inches shy of the ropes.]
Promo: Oh, my God! Spectre just introduced his hand to E.D.’s face! Eric are you okay?
E.D: [Looking up through glasses eyes] I don't want to go to school ma!
Referee: JD do you want to submit?
[While E.D. is sprawled out on the floor holding the side of his face, The Spectre is rooting around under E.D.’s side of the table. Finding nothing, he pops up from behind the table, stands up and yanks out E.D.’s TV monitor, dumping it on to the floor. Nothing is hidden inside the monitor slot, so Spectre moves to Promo’s monitor.]
JD Hart: [Fighting as hard as he can] No!
Promo: Spectre please, I need that for the rest of the show!
[Spectre glares at Promo, almost daring him to stop Spectre from looking.]
Promo: Then again maybe I don't...
[Promo backs off and stands up out of his chair. Meanwhile, E.D. has gotten to one knee, still rubbing the side of his face. With the referee still trying to get a submission, Trek takes hold of the ropes looking for some extra leverage.]
Promo: [Looking over at Eric] You know what Spectre? You go right ahead and look if you want. I don’t want any trouble.
[Spectre smirks at Promo then cackles. He picks up the monitor in his hand and looks into the monitor slot. By this time, E.D. has made his way back over to Spectre.]
E.D: [Tapping Spectre on the shoulder] Hey! What the hell did you do that f-
*CCCCCRRRRRAAAACCCCCKKK *
Promo: OH MY GOD!!!!!! Spectre just cracked E.D. in the head with that TV monitor!
E.D: [Shaking on the floor] ...
Promo: ... and Eric Danger is bleeding! Inside the ring, Hart is on the verge of passing out and if he does that, this one's going to be over!
[Crack!]
[Snap!]
[POP!]
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Spectre begins destroying the announcer’s area with the ring wrench.]
Promo: GAAAAAAAAH!!!! HELP!! Somebody get down here! We need security!! SECURITY!!
Referee: DO YOU WANT TO SUBMIT?!
[Spectre grabs Promo by the collar, and screams into his face.]
Spectre: Where’s my God damn belt, Promo?! Where is it?! I know you know things! So where is my belt?!
Promo: S-S-Spectre, for the love of God, I don’t know anything. I haven’t the slightest clue who has or who took your belt. For goodness sake, there's a match going on in the ring!
Spectre: I don't care about these two in the ring! Now are you going to tell me or am I going to have to beat it out of you?!
Promo: [Hands in prayer position] No, no, no, no, no, NO! Please, I don’t know anything! HEEEEEELLLLLPP!!!
Referee: [Looking over to the announcer's table] What the...
[By this time, the referee has become fully distracted by the outside goings on around the announcer’s area. The ref slides to the outside and approaches Spectre trying to help out Promo. He puts his hands on Spectre trying to move Spectre away from the area.]
Referee: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Spectre, what are you doing?! Get out of here or I'll...
[CCCCCRRRRRRAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!]
Referee: [UGH!]
Promo: JESUS MARY MOTHER OF GOD!!! The referee just tasted Spectre’s ring wrench right across the skull!! And listen to this crows go crazy!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: First E.D., and now the referee? Who’s next?!
[Spectre rolls into the ring, still toting the ring wrench and breaking the hold, Trek looks none too pleased.]
T6T: What the hell are you doing?! I had this match won damn it!
Promo: I knew I shouldn’t have asked who next. It looks like Spectre is going to introduce his ring wrench to Triple Six Trek’s skull!
JD Hart: [Stumbling to his feet to confront Spectre at the ropes] Hey! Get your damn nose out of my business! This is MY match, so get your ass to the back, understand?!
[Spectre cracks a slight smile and appears to back off. He holds his hands up and steps through the ropes with one foot. JD Hart turns around to face Triple Six Trek, only for Spectre to re-enter the ring, and take a Roger Maris swing at JD Hart’s back.]
[CLANG!]
JD Hart: [UGH!]
Crowd: [OOO!]
[THUD!]
Promo: GOOD GOD!!!!!!! Spectre nearly broke JD Hart in half!! Spectre now tossing that device of destruction to the mat and is forcing an unconscious JD Hart to his feet. Spectre places JD Hart between his knees and lifting Hart overhead in a crucifix power bomb position, drops the back of Hart’s neck on Spectre’s shoulder with his Widow’s Peak finisher!!
[Triple Six Trek, who had been standing in the corner the entire time witnessing this action, seems rather in awe of the Sadistic Nut- that is until Spectre sees him and steps forward. Both men met in the center of the ring, nose to nose.]
Crowd: [Chants start to build for the two men] Let's go Spectre! Let's go Trek! Let's go Spectre! Let's go Trek! Let's go Spectre! Let's go Trek!
Promo: Good God Spectre, haven’t you done enough tonight? Trek is new to BACW, and you think he took your belt too? This is crazy!
[Spectre and Trek continue to eye one another, and the crowd is going berserk over this potential clash, knowing Trek’s past. But in a surprising move, Spectre just smiles and backs away as he nods his head in approval.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: What?!? What was what?! Why didn’t Spectre do anything? And why…oh, my God… why is Triple Six Trek nodding back? Could these two have had some sort of understanding of each other just by this one encounter, from one Bizarro to another?
[Triple Six Trek continues to watch as Spectre rolls out of the ring, and pours E.D.’s half-empty bottled water on the referee, trying to revive him. Spectre rolls the referee back into the ring, reaches in and grabs the ring wrench, and then back pedals up the ramp. Spectre and Trek continue to make eye contact until Spectre disappears behind the curtain.]
Promo: Well folks because Spectre has been ruined this match, it's going to be called a no contest but 10 to 1, if Spectre hadn't knocked out the referee and gone into the ring, Triple Six Trek would have recorded his first victory here in BACW.
[Paul looks over to Eric Danger and shakes his head.]
Promo: As the medical team tends to Easy E, let's go to break! But when we return, it's going to be Jeff Harris going one on one with Orge Lambart in a tack match! We'll see you in a few!
[Part 8] : A total slap in the face
[My footsteps echo on wooden sub floor that sits on the grass.]
[I’ve got something on my mind and I need to see the man in charge.]
Mike Sloan: Batee...
[My suit reflects my intent, business strictly.]
Mike Sloan: Boss…
[I shake my head, negative, not the greeting I should use.]
Mike Sloan: Mr. Batee…
[Yeah, that’s the one.]
Mike Sloan: Mr. Batee, I need to talk to you about the Grinder.
[Too declarative, not the tone I would let my roster come at me with.]
Mike Sloan: Mr. Batee, could I talk to you about the Grinder match?
[Surely, he would expect that one from me, he would like that approach. Stopping outside the door, I pause to knock.]
Mike Sloan: I hope that I’m not interrupting anything…
[But I didn’t knock... Something wasn‘t quite right.]
[That voice… I know it. I listen for more from behind the president’s door.]
Mike Sloan: The hell…
[Due to my curiosity I press my ear closer to the door. I’m trying to figure out what he’s doing here in BACW, my territory. I’m hearing it, but I do not believe it. I can feel my face contorting into “what the fuck” mode.]
[I wrap my hand around the door knob and shove the door open, forgetting my carefully planned salutation.]
Mr. Batee: I think Mr. Sloan is going to be very surprised to see yet another NeWA champion joining BACW at Grinder X. In fact, let me tell you some inside information about Project X... Between you and me, they are...
[The door creaks.]
[He stops and looks up at me. I don’t meet his gaze, as the owner of that mane of blond hair keeps my attention.]
Mr. Batee: Mr. Sloan, didn't your mama ever tell you it wasn't polite to enter a room unannounced?
Mike Sloan: What. The. Fuck.
[Fade from Batee‘s surprised face.]
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