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[Part 16]: I have a Dream
[Backstage]
[One of the favorites to win Grinder, “Crippler” Matt McClain is seen walking through the backstage hall ways when all of a sudden; a brave soul calls his name out loud.]
Female voice: Matt McClain!
[McClain continues to walk away as the female voice cries out again, louder this time.]
Female voice: MATT MCCLAIN!
[Matt stops in his tracks and glances over his shoulder to see who was brave enough to be calling his name in such a harsh manner. McClain has made it crystal clear that he is not to be interviewed UNLESS Matt himself requests the time.]
[To make sure that Matt McClain hears her this time, she screams at the top of her lungs.]
Female voice: MATT MCCLAIN! I’M TALKING TO YOU!
[The “Crippler” turns around infuriated with a fire in his eyes and anger written all over his face! The look he wears could make the devil turn tail and run, and he does not like to be called, even after what happened the last time with the same reporter, none other the “The Backstage Roving X-Zone Reporter” Candice Hoffman. McClain turn around and back tracks to where Candice is standing.]
Matt McClain: You, Miss Hoffman, have a lot of balls… [Pause] Excuse me… guts for calling my name that way. You sure as hell better have a DAMN good reason, other wise, I will not be held responsible for any actions that I decide to make against you! Do we have an understanding Miss Hoffman?
[A worried look sweeps over her face as she takes a hard swallow and does what she was told to do.]
Candice Hoffman: I want to know a few things. First, what do you think of the BWA coming into the NAWA fold, and do you have any plans to go over and wrestle for them at some point?
McClain: I could give a rat’s ass less about the BWA at this point. That was my past, and right now all I am worried about it the here and the now and that happens to be the BACW and me walking out of Grinder as the winner and the NEW BACW Heavyweight Champion. Next question, and for your sake Miss Hoffman, it better be a damn good question.
[Candice takes a deep breath.]
Candice: What was on the piece of paper that you received a few days ago?
[Matt raises his eye brows at the question that Candice just asked. Shaking a bit Candice fires off the second part.]
Candice: Does it have anything to do with Project X? Rumor has it that you have bad blood with the new Superstar that Mr. Batee has signed? Or that it could be Scott Logan making a threat against you now that he is the General Manager in the BWA. And, what about Eric Dane's arrival?
[Matt is furious and it shows with the anger that is etched all over his face.]
McClain: First off, I’m not scared of anything…EVER! As far as who I called, you are going to have to wait until Grinder, and even then, it’s not 100% certain that they will come out, but lest just say I have a ace up my sleeve. Project X, please don’t make me laugh! They lay one hand on me, then its lights out for them and I can even more sick and twisted what I want to be.
[McClain snatches the microphone from Candice and the camera zooms in tight.]
McClain: As far as Scott Logan goes, all I need is for him to make one wrong move and then he is going to regret that Rick didn’t kill him when he had the chance. Scott Logan might want to remember that messing with me never turns out well for him. Now, if you EVER call me out like you just did, then Miss Hoffman, you will regret the day you ever crossed my path. Do I make myself clear?
[Unknown to Candice, McClain balls up his fist and slowly draws it back. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Matt’s fist, and turns her head away bracing for impact. Just as quick as McClain drew his tapped fist back, he slams it through the fake sheetrock wall leaving a large hole. Walking away, a shaken up Candice closes the interview.]
Candice Hoffman: That was certainly interesting. Well folks, I'm your sexy on the scene xZone reporter Candice Hoffman saying, if Matt McClain isn't pissed of because I'm asking him questions... then he doesn't belong on my show. Back to you Promo!
[Fade back the outdoor announcer's table.]
[Part 17]: BACW Tag Team championship
The Face of Perfection (c)
Vs.
Matt McClain & Ric Ulfric
Promo: Is it me or does everyone on BACW's roster have an anger management problem?
E.D: Look at my head? I'm busted open and I'm in an extreme amount of pain. Paul, I'm not even a wrestler and being out here in the cold sucks! So yeah, if everyone feels like me then yes! We all have anger issues.
Promo: You don't see anything bad happening to me.
E.D: Just wait!
Promo: [Dismissing Eric's comments] Up next is our co-main event of the evening and it's going to feature the team of Ulfric & McClain...
E.D: McClain and Ulfric!
Promo: Whatever! UGH! It's going to feature the team of McClain and Ulfric against the current champions; the Face of Perfection...
[The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.]
Promo: [Tossing his papers into the air.] Well here's a surprise, I'm cut off mid-thought once again!
#Suppose you were to die tonight, what would you say?#
#Do you believe in life after death? I do…do…do…do…#
[A hush falls over the arena as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. With out warning, crimson colored lights explode through out the arena. The fans can now see clips of Matt McClain and Ulfric in the ring over the years comes to life on the video wall above the entrance way. Soon a new theme, The Walking Dead, can be heard through out the arena.]
# In the chill of the night#
#I can feel my heart racing#
#As I run towards the light#
#That seems so far away#
#Wondering forever#
#In the darkest of shadows#
#Wondering if I will ever see you again#
#Wondering if I will ever see you again#
#I'll take your love#
#(I'll take your love)#
#I'll take your hate#
#(take your hate)#
#I'll take you're desire#
#I'll take the world#
#When it turns on you#
#(When it turns on you)#
#I'll set it on fire#
#W-the-w-th-th-the walking dead#
#The walking dead (walking dead)#
[Through the crimson mist, a ring of fire can now be seen as the fans can see two men rising up from the floor, Matt McClain and Ulfric. Ulfric is motionless where as McClain stretches out both of his arms, forming a human crucifix like shape. Once both men have risen like a phoenix from its ashes, they step out of the ring of fire. McClain looks around the arena as a grin plays across his lips. The fans start to boo at the mere sight of McClain and Ulfric, which is like music to McClain’s ears where as it has no difference to Ulfric. McClain slowly raises both arms high into the air as the crowd roars with their disapproval.]
[The Angels of Mercy begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights glisten off of McClain’s skin and cast a pale reflection on Ulfric and his black leather duster that trails behind him. McClain is dressed in a pair of blood red tights. On his left leg in a gold colored material and outlined in white you see “CRIPPLER. On the opposite leg in the same gold colored material outlined in white is McClain modified cross. McClain has his hands, wrist, and forearms tapped in a heavy black tape. His short bleach blonde hair dangles slightly over his silver-framed Oakley’s, hiding his cold ice-white eyes from the fans behind the shimmering ice iridium lens. Ulfric’s ring gear is simple, a pair of black leather pants along with black wrestling boots. He wears no shirt under the black leather duster as his battle scars are visible from the wars that he has gone through in the past.]
#Digging in the dirt#
#I can feel you getting closer#
#Steadying my hands through the blistering pain#
#Anxiously awaiting for the earth to reveal you#
#Wondering if I will ever see you again (see you again)#
#Wondering if I will ever see you again#
#I'll take your love#
#(I'll take your love)#
#I'll take your hate#
#(take your hate)#
#I'll take you're desire#
#I'll take your heart#
#I'll take your pain#
#(I'll take your pain)#
#I'll bring you to life#
#I'll bring you to life#
#W-the-w-th-th-the walking dead#
#The walking dead (walking dead)#
#I'll bring you to life#
#I'll take your love#
#(I'll take your love)#
#I'll take your hate#
#(take your hate)#
#I'll take you're desire#
[As soon as the Angels of mercy enter the ring, two spotlights bath they as they converge into the center of the ring where they appear to be frozen in place. McClain’s chiseled body, still bathed in the pale crimson light, is ridged as well as Ulfric. McClain soon breaks his stance by jerking up his arms high into the air as Ulfric stands motionless. The boo’s of the fans give Matt a sudden rush. With his arms out stretched high into the air, flash bulbs all over the arena pop with a bright white light as the boos get louder and louder allows the lights in the arena to slowly come back on.]
#I'll take the world#
#When it turns on you#
#(it turns on you)#
#W-the-w-th-th-the walking dead#
#I'll bring you to life#
Promo: Wow that was a long entrance, don't you think?
E.D: [Snorting] ZZZZZZZZZZZ...
Promo: WAKE UP!
E.D: [Startled] Who? Where? What? Huh?
["Low Life" by Kid Rock hits the air as Exuwa walks out wearing a white silk shirt and black face shield.]
E.D: This guy is a complete trip.
Exuwa: Your living breathing gods hailing from Boyd, Texas, Weighing in at an amazing combined weight 575lbs of pure power BACW’s Face of Perfection Mike and Pete Turner. Their feet shall not touch the ground until they reach the ring.
There is an explosion on the front turnbuckles and the ropes fall to the ground. Suddenly two platforms with four men each emerge carrying Mike and Pete to the ring. The platforms are slide into the ring and Mike and Pete stand and step off of them.
Promo: Each week their entrance gets crazier. Now we need to fix the ring before this match can even take place. Where are the BACW tag team titles?
While the ropes are being put back on the champions stand with out their titles. Mike and Pete each stand as someone brings them a microphone.
Mike: Ladies and gentlemen I know this is the match that you have all been waiting for and usually I would wait until we had beat our opponents to party, but tonight since we know it’s going to happen any way, bring out the cake.
Promo: Oh Ulfric and McClain look livid!
Pete: Mike, since I didn't think we would have enough for everyone, I took it upon myself to order a bigger cake!
Mike: Well bring it out here!
[Exuwa wheels a huge cake down next to the ring and Pete and Mike both stick their fingers on the edge and taste some frosting.]
Mike: Now that’s some good frosting.
[Suddenly the top of the cake flies up and a young woman steps out wearing the tag belts. Pete jumps back as Mike smiles.]
E.D: Now that’s what I call a filling. Is she just wearing our tag titles?
Promo: Holy macaroni!
[Mike just smiles as she dances around the ring.
Crowd: Show your tits! Show your tits! Show your tits!
Mike: [With the microphone now in his hands.] Do you guys want to see her take those titles off?
Pete: I would rather take them off her myself.
E.D: Have I died and gone to heaven?
Promo: Unfortunately you're still here with me.
[Mike and Pete grab their titles and rip them off leaving the woman wearing a tiny thong and stickers over her nipples. Mike and Pete laugh as the woman runs and dives into the cake.]
Promo: That poor girl!
ED: If she doesn't comes back out of that cake I might have to it to the back.
Promo: Pig!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: Starting this match off, it looks like it's going to be Matt McClain for the challengers and Peter Turner for the champions. Coming into the center of the ring, both men circle and here we GO!
[Mike rushes towards McClain; delivering a surprise double axe handle to the back of The Crippler, and the impact sends Matt face first to the canvas. Still in the ring illegally, here comes Pretty Pete who quickly capitalizes with a stomps to the back and head. Pushing Mike back into his corner, the referee forces him from the ring much to the pleasure of the crowd.]
Promo: What a cheap shot from the Face of Perfection.
E.D: Pete set him up and Mike knocked him down, that's great team work from the tag team champions.
[Pulling McClain up to his feet, Pete loops his arm over his head, yanking up on the tights he hoists Matt high into the air before hitting a picture perfect suplex that forces McClain to arch his back in pain.]v
Promo: Pete floats over into the cover.
Referee: 1…2…
[Kick out!]
Referee: TWO!
Promo: A single suplex is not nearly enough to put the Crippler down for the count.
[Pete lifts McClain to his feet by his hair, jamming his head between his thighs he wraps his arms beneath Matt’s waist and signals for a power bomb. One half of the tag team champs lifts Matt into the air, catching a shot to the head as he reaches the apex of the movement. Pete pauses, stunned from the shot to his head, McClain nails another shot that sends Pete staggering backwards. The Crippler delivers several straight shots to the forehead of his attacker then quickly bends backwards taking him over and sending him headfirst into the mat with a scintillating Hurricanrana.]
Crowd: [OOOH!]
Promo: Both men are down after a devastating counter by Matt McClain.
E.D: Matt seems hesitant to make a tag to the gimpy Ulfric.
Promo: One has to wonder how well Rick will be able to defend himself with only one eye.
[McClain rises up from the matt and to his feet; pouncing on his opponent he jerks him up to his feet. Matt wraps his arms around the waist Pete, quickly lifting him off the mat and throwing him overhead with a belly to belly suplex. As Pete careens off the mat he quickly bounces and rolls from the ring to the floor.]
Promo: Mike is quick to come to the aid of his partner, and helping him to his feet...
[McClain bounds off the far side ropes, charging hard across the ring he delivers a baseball slide to the back of Mike sending him head to head with his partner Pete as the tag champs both crumble to the floor.]
Crowd: [OOOH]
[The referee admonishes McClain and attempts to start his ten count but the Crippler’s having none of it as he climbs through the ropes to the apron, staring down at his opponents as they slowly make their way to their feet.]
Promo: Matt’s looking for some high risk offence here.
[Springing from the middle rope and arching backwards, the Face of Perfection part like the red sea leaving the pool empty so to speak as McClain lands a picture perfect Asai moonsault to the floor, landing face first on the short mats, he goes limp instantly.]
Matt McClain: [Grabbing his stomach and kicking his legs] OOOWWWW!!!!!
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
[Pouncing on their wounded prey the tag champs toss the helpless McClain back into the ring with Pete following in tow.]
Promo: That risk may spell the early end for the team of Ulfric and McClain.
[Flipping Matt onto his back Pete makes the lateral press for the cover.]
Referee: 1…2…
Promo: Ulfric breaks up the pin with a boot to the back of Pete’s pretty little head.
[As the referee pushes Rick back to his corner, the Face of Perfection makes an illegal switch as Mike enters the ring without a tag and immediately hooks in a dragon sleeper, working over the sure to be damaged neck of McClain.]
Promo: That fall to the outside clearly had a whiplash like effect on the neck of McClain and the FoP are targeting the now weakened area.
ED: They’re trying to cripple the crippler; oh the ironing is so delicious.
Promo: Its irony, you idiot.
ED: Irony is not delicious, it’s actually quite gross you moron.
Promo: Forget it.
[The referee moves in asking McClain if he wants to give it up to which he hears no reply. Sensing no signs of consciousness the referee does the standardize test of consciousness in the wrestling business as he grabs hold of McClain’s wrist and raises it into the air letting it go at the apex. Matt’s arm falls limp.]
Referee: ONE!
[The ref repeats the process and once again the arm falls limp.]
Referee: TWO!
Promo: If the arm falls one more time this match is over.
[As the referee raises the arm for the third and final time one has to question the decision of taking such a huge risk as it seems to have put this match single handedly into jeopardy for the challengers. The ref raises the arm and drops it, but it remains stiff, failing to fall for the third time. McClain’s fist pumps as the adrenaline spills through his blood stream Matt bridges up off the ground twisting under his opponent the Crippler hooks the head of his opponent, reversing the dragon sleeper and delivering a falling reverse DDT.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Irish whip by Crippler on Mike…looks like McClain is bringing him back for a short arm clothesline, laying out Mike in the middle of the ring. Mike looks woozy a bit, as McClain is right on the attack as he has Mike locked into a camel clutch, working on that neck.
E.D: McClain needs to forget about the submission and go for the tag!
[The ref looking for the tap out, but Mike shakes his head no, as McClain applies more pressure to the neck. With out warning, McClain lets go and as he does so, slams Mike’s face into the canvas, adding insult to injury. McClain picks him up, into a sitting position, as he surprises him with a spinal tap kick, and then follows up by grabbing Mike’s head and nails a running snap mare, sending Mike on to his back, grabbing his neck in pain.]
Promo: McClain with a running start and jumps onto the ropes and nails Mike with a picture perfect lion-sault, bringing all of his weight down onto the upper back of the BACW Tag Team Champion instead of his stomach as he was flipped over laying on his stomach.
E.D: McClain on fire tonight!
Promo: Matt rolls to his back with a kip-up he pops up and looks like he’s waiting for Mike to bring himself to his feet.
E.D: He’s baiting him into a move…This is why McClain is considered a “Crippler” inside of the squared circle!
Promo: My how the tide has turned.
[Mike struggles to get to his feet and has no idea where McClain has gone to. Mike’s legs are like rubber as he stands up and turns around to be met with a well placed super kick to the jaw from McClain.]
Promo & E.D: SHOWSTOPPER!
Promo: McClain nails his Showstopper to the jaw of Mike and he goes down once again. McClain with the cover!
Referee: 1…
Referee: 2…
Crowd: 3…
Referee: NO! Mike somehow kicked out of the pin!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Danger: Yeah but McClain is right back onto the attack of the Tag Team Champion, not even thinking twice at the ref’s call, as he brings him to his feet and sets him up for what looks like a suplex attempt.
[McClain hoist up Mike into a standing suplex position, McClain showing great strength holding up Mike that long, allowing the blood to flow to his head, and drops him down into a brain buster DDT, bringing him down onto his already injured neck.]
E.D: I swear if I didn’t know any better, I would say McClain is trying to break Mike’s neck, is this guy great or what?
Promo: I say he’s setting him up for his Breaking Point submission.
E.D: I don’t remember asking you what you though Paul.
Promo: Whatever!
[McClain with an Irish whip sends Mike to the ropes and McClain is right behind him with a clothesline, sending Mike over the top rope, but Mike somehow lands on his feet and manages his way back into the ring.]
Promo: Mike is dead on his feet!
Danger: McClain is taking it to 1/2 of BACW's Tag Team Champions!
Promo: He's doing great in there but McClain really needs to make the tag to the fresh Ulfric.
[As Matt begins to walk slowly towards his corner, Pretty Pete cuts him off with an elbow to the spine. As the referee forces the illegal man from the ring Mike gets back to his feet and lifts McClain up to his.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
E.D: I love what McClain is doing in the ring but hell, they don’t even have a tag team name or matching tights!
Promo: Team names and matching tights have nothing to do with great tag teams Eric but the Face of Perfection is doing a great job of cheating and manipulating the referee. Right now, they are clearly the more cohesive team.
[Pulling McClain's right arm through is own legs and hooking his left arm behind his head Mike lifts the Crippler into the air and drops his spine on the canvas with a pump handle slam.]
Promo: Mike makes the tag to his partner, bringing in Pretty Pete.
[As Matt McClain slowly rises up to his feet, Pretty Pete races into the ring delivering a clothesline that sends Matt back down to the mat. McClain pops right back up and takes another clothesline from one half of the tag team champions. McClain rises for a third time and this time he takes a spear to the ribs from the Pretty One who immediately hooks the leg for the pin.]
Referee: 1… 2….
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: [Kick out!]
Referee: TWO!
E.D: Pete is pissed!
[The frustrated Pete peels McClain off the mat with authority and quickly wraps his hand around his throat.]
Crowd: [POP]
[Pete lifts McClain up into the air for a choke slam but the Crippler twists his body, throwing his weight behind Pete he rolls out of the choke slam, snatching the arm of his opponent Matt drives Pete down into the ground and hooks in the breaking point submission.]
Promo: He’s got him! He’s got him!
[McClain cranks back with all his might, doing his best to pop the head of his victim.]
Referee: Do you want to give up?!
Pete: AAAAAAAAAH! NOOOOO! AAAAAH!
[Mike charges into the ring, storms across it, and lunges at McClain. McClain counters catching his arm, and rolling through the Crippler quickly hooks Mike into the Breaking Point.]
Promo: Mike gets himself a taste of the Breaking Point as well and it doesn’t look like he likes the taste.
[Mike quickly and furiously begins slapping the mat, tapping out if you will but it doesn’t matter as he is not the legal man in the ring.]
Mike Turner: GET HIM OFF!!!
[Tap! Tap! Tap!]
E.D: Mike is tapping out, Mike is tapping out!
Promo: But he is not the legal man.
[Realizing that the move is in vain McClain releases the hold and gets back to his feet looking for Pete. Matt finds him courtesy of a big boot to the face.]
Promo: Mike took a bullet for his partner and it paid off as the Face of Perfection is back in control.
[Picking the crippler up by the hair Pete scoops him up over his hip, dropping down to one knee he bends McClain over the other with a backbreaker.]
Promo: Pete maintains the grip on McClain.
[Powering Matt back up Pete drops down with a side slam, quickly hooking the leg in one fluid motion, Pete makes the cover.]
Referee: 1… 2…
[Forcing his opponent off him with both hands, McClain breaks up the pin attempt much to the dismay of Pretty Pete who storms up to his feet, measuring McClain for some sort of offensive move.]
Referee: TWO!
Promo: McClain slowly makes his way back to his feet.
[Matt gets to his feet and stumbles right into the arms of his waiting opponent who lifts him up, whipping around, Pete plants McClain with a spine buster.]
Promo: That’s the setup for the Ugly Driver.
E.D: And here it comes.
[Pete scoops McClain up on his shoulder but the Crippler manages to wiggle free, stumbling back into his corner, Ulfric makes the tag. Stepping in through the ropes Ulfric catches Turner off guard with a Head and Arm Tazplex.]
Promo: What a move!
E.D: The man only has one working eye! How the heck did he do that?
Promo: One eye Eric, not one arm!
E.D: Whatever!
Promo: Pete shakes off the pain and takes off across the logo! Hitting the other side of the ring and bouncing off the ropes… Ulfric ducks the clothesline and sends Pete onto the ring apron with a huge back body drop.
Crowd: [YEAH!]
E.D: Pete sees where he’s heading and lands with a hard thud. Ulfric now on the attack!
Promo: What is he looking for?
E.D: The Embrace?
Promo: Here comes Mike!
[Ulfric sends the charging Mike Turner over the top rope using his own momentum against him.]
Promo: And there goes Mike.
[Ulfric scoops Pete up and drives him shoulder first into his kneecap with a shoulder breaker.]
E.D: Ulfric makes the pin.
Referee: 1…2…
[Kick out!]
Referee: TWO!
[The relentless Lost Soul maintains his offense, pulling Pete up by the hair Rick quickly snaps back with a single arm DDT that further damages Turner’s shoulder.]
Promo: Working over the shoulder is brilliant strategy given the finishers of both Ulfric and his partner McClain.
[Snapping a chair shut and sliding it into the ring Mike Turner looks to follow but is cut off by a flying forearm smash from Matt McClain. Ulfric takes the chance to pick up the steel chair looking to do some damage he gets caught by a haymaker to his blind side causing him to drop the chair.]
Promo: He didn’t see that punch coming at all.
[Pete is quick to follow up sending Ulfric hard across the ropes with an Irish whip, The Silent Warrior bounds back off the nylon ducking a clothesline and spinning around he delivers a boot to the gut of Pete before grabbing a hold of his head. Spinning his opponent around Rick drops down and drives Pete’s neck into the top of his shoulder with a Hangman’s neck breaker. Rolling into the lateral press.]
Referee: 1…2…
[Kick out!]
Promo: Ulfric needs to be careful to keep his opponent on his good side or else he could very easily lose the advantage again and the next time it might mark the end of the match.
[Ulfric, not fazed by the kick out goes right back to his offense, scooping Turner off the mat and hammer locking his arm behind his back, Ulfric scoops Pete into the air and drives him down to the mat on top of his arm with a hammerlock slam.]
Promo: That’ll do even more damage to the already weakened arm of Pete and it’s clear to me exactly what Ulfric’s game plan is.
E.D: To hurt his opponent.
Promo: Well yeah but… oh never mind, you’re a lost cause.
[Ulfric rolls his opponent onto his face stretching out the weakened arm he delivers a stomp to the shoulder for good measure before exiting the ropes and stepping onto the apron.]
Promo: What’s he got planned here?
[Ulfric propels himself onto the top rope using it as a springboard into the ring he delivers a leg drop across the rotator cuff of his opponent before quickly pouncing on the injury with a Fujiwara arm bar submission.]
Pete: AAAAAAAAH!
[Mike enters the ring undetected on the blindside and delivers an uncontested mafia kick to the temple of The Devil’s Angel. McClain enters the ring, charging full throttle across it he delivers a running Enziguri to Mike. Matt follows with a crescent kick to the head of Pete, sending him back into a corner. McClain follows in hoisting Turner up and hooking his legs around the top rope Matt drops Pete into the Tree of Woe position. Charging out of the corner he delivers a running bulldog to a staggered Mike then backs into the opposite corner.]
Promo: McClain is cleaning house.
E.D: But he’s not the legal man
[Charging across the ring Matt delivers a neck contorting baseball slide dropkick to the skull of Pretty Pete Turner before helping his partner back to his feet.]
Crowd: That was awesome! [Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap] That was awesome! [Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap]
[As the referee unties Pete from the turnbuckle, Ulfric pounces on the unconscious half of the Face of Perfection dragging him out into the center of the ring he places his arm inside the folded metal chair but before he can complete the crushing he is bowled over by a charging Mike Turner the momentum of the attack knocking the referee down in the process.]
Promo: Oh this is just great.
[McClain yanks the feet out from underneath Mike pulling him out of the ring and down to the floor he throws him head first into the ringside barricade. Following in McClain clotheslines Mike into the crowd before heading back to the ring.]
Promo: Pete has the chair in hand and he is measuring Ulfric from his blind side, this isn’t good.
ED: Ulfric’s about to get his brain splattered.
[As Ulfric stumbles up to his feet Pete’s efforts are thwarted by McClain who grabs a rear waist lock on his victim arching backwards he delivers a German suplex that drops Pete on his head and shoulders.]
Promo: McClain maintains his grip on the waist of Pete.
E.D: Pete maintains his grip on the steel chair.
[McClain rises back to his feet and takes Pete overhead again with another German suplex. Exuwa hops up onto the apron trying to distract McClain but his efforts go unanswered as his client takes a dropkick from Ulfric to the chair busting him wide open as McClain delivers a third German suplex.]
Promo: Mike Sloan is out from the back and he just yanked Exuwa off the apron.
[With a tug of the legs Sloan sends the manager of the tag champs headfirst into the ring apron, effectively neutralizing the numbers advantage.]
Promo: BREAKING POINT!
[Matt hooks in the Breaking Point on the downed Pete Turner who quickly and emphatically taps out.]
Promo: There’s no referee! He’s tapping out and there’s no referee!
[Ulfric goes to the referee attempting to revive the man stripes when from behind McClain takes a low dropkick from the forgotten Mike Turner. Mike picks up the discarded steal chair and swings wildly for the head of Rick Ulfric who manages to sidestep the chair shot and deliver a series of right hands that send Mike reeling.]
Promo: Somebody has got to revive the referee before all hell breaks loose out here.
[Mike throws a haymaker that’s ducked by Ulfric; Rick grabs both hands of his opponent, pulling them across the front of his victim in straight jacket like fashion. Mike throws his head backwards with reckless abandon delivering a reverse head butt to the nose of Ulfric breaking his grip.]
E.D: That might have broken his nose.
[Ulfric falls to his knees clutching his face in his hands as Mike shakes loose the cobwebs and goes back on the attack. Grabbing The Silent Warrior by the back of his head Mike slowly tries to pull Ulfric up to his feet but before he does he is spun around by McClain who delivers a hard boot to the gut that doubles Mike over.]
Promo: McClain just picked up the chair; he can be looking to hit one out of the park here.
[As McClain spins around he swings the chair with ill intent.]
Promo: Mike moved… he hit ULFRIC! McCLAIN HIT ULFRIC!
Crowd: [YEAH!!!]
[Sloan is irate at ringside as he pulls Ulfric from the ring; Pete spins McClain around and takes a chair shot for his trouble. Matt delivers another shot to the skull of Mike as Sloan slides into the ring.]
ED: The Darkhorse doesn’t look very happy Paul.
Promo: That’s an understatement. He looks down right pissed!
[Without hesitation and seemingly in the blink of an eye Matt McClain is draped over the back of Mike Sloan, the chair dropping from his hands as he is dropped headfirst onto it with The Scorned ’02.]
Promo: McClain is out-cold, Ulfric is down, The Face of Perfection is out… EVERYBODY’S DOWN BUT SLOAN!
[Slipping out of the ring with a very unnerving smile across his face, he picks his fallen friend from the mats and flinging Ulfric over his shoulder he walks from the ring.]
Promo: McClain has been left alone.
[To a chorus of boos and a shower of trash, Mike Sloan makes his way back through the curtain whilst in the ring the Face of Perfection stumble up to their feet as unbeknownst to them, they have just been handed a gift by an unusual pair of hands.]
Promo: Pete and Mike don’t know what has happened but they don’t seem to give a damn either.
[Pulling McClain’s limp body up from the mat the two Turners place him on the top rope, hooking his head they drop him with their finisher.]
Promo: IMPERFECTION! It’s over.
[Mike makes the cover as Pete tosses the referee into position. Waking from his slumber the referee makes a slow, methodical count.]
Referee: 1………2
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: I don't believe it!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: Mike Sloan just cost McClain and Ulfric the tag team titles and I can’t imagine that either man will be happy when they realize what he’s done.
Stuffher: The winners of this match and STILL BACW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS MIKE AND PETE TURNER! THE FACE OF PERFEEEEEEEECTION!
[Mike and Pete roll from the ring with title belts flung over their respective shoulders they help Exuwa to his feet and help him to the back as Matt McClain lay motionless in the ring.]
Promo: I don't know what to say but wow! Never in my wildest dreams did I think it was possible for something like this to happen. One thing is for sure, this threesome between McClain, Sloan, and Ulfric is going to make putting these three men inside the Grinder, one hell of a site to see.
E.D: I think Ulfric needs to decide on who he wants to consider a friend. All three men want the title, but only one can have it. Personally, I think Rick should side with Sloan.
Promo: Well opinions are like assholes Eric and yours sure does smell like one. But I digress... It's time to take a break. But when we return it's going to be Particle Man versus Spectre for our BACW Heavyweight championship; we'll see you in a few.
E.D: When we get off the air, I'm going to sandpaper your face.
[Part 18]: Accolades and Achievements
[Mike Sloan had a too much shit on his mind.]
[It was for this reason that he sat alone in the silence after smashing Chris Ross into so much oblivion only moments ago. The Dark Horse hadn’t bothered with getting a shower just yet, his NY State Title was tossed haphazardly across one of two duffle bags filled with his street clothes and some extra gear, the only sign that he’d even finished his match was the unrolled wrist tape at his feet.]
[Images of his wife flashed in his mind.]
[Thoughts of his efforts to help Ulfric remember crept through.]
[No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on his personal life, as always, his chosen path took over his consciousness. He couldn’t put wrestling out of his mind, especially the way things were unfolding in BACW.]
[On top of everything The Grinder was coming up as was Sloan's shot at becoming NAWA World Heavyweight champion.]
[Next month.]
[It was supposed to be his time to shine; again.]
[His thoughts turned once again to that shock of blond hair that he’d seen sitting in Batee’s office. Memories of a conceded, arrogant grin flashed through his mind. He knew that this meant nothing but trouble.]
[The last time they’d met inside of a wrestling ring The Dark Horse ended up with nails shot harshly and with much malignance through the centers of each of his hands and into the wood beneath the canvas of a ring.]
[Mike couldn’t even remember exactly where that one happened it’d been so long ago. It wasn’t BACW, or even the NWA or WWA. It was some long forgotten shit bag independent fed that both of them worked spot shows for. He rubbed his palms absently, phantom pain setting in, sparked by the memories.]
[He breaks the silence, talking to himself.]
Mike Sloan: Every single time…
[He trails off.]
Mike: Every. Single. Time.
[Pause.]
Mike Sloan: Christ…
[A second passes before the silence is again broken by a knock at the door. Sloan looks over at it without the urge to stand an answer it. He doesn’t even speak; figuring whoever might be bothering would just leave if he didn’t make any sound.]
[He figured wrong.]
[The doorknob turned and the door opened into the room. The Dark Horse didn’t even bother meeting the gaze of the cerulean blue eyes that were looking at from the doorway. He knew them too well.]
[In stepped a man who’d won more matches than anyone cared to count. He’d won regional, and heavyweight titles in every place he bothered to visit, he’d even won tag team gold by himself twice.]
[He’d won Summer Games twice.]
[He’d won the NWA World Title twice.]
[He’d won the WWA World Title four times.]
[He’d never once set foot inside of a BACW ring.]
[The Only Star.]
Eric Dane: We need to have a chat, Michael…
[Eric Dane.]
Mike Sloan: Shit...
[Cut from Sloan's blank expression... then fade to Eric Dane's smile.]
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