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Date: April 1, 2008
Venue: Madison Square Garden
Location: Manhattan. New York
BACW Tag Team Championship [Part 6]:
The Face of Perfection
Vs.
Triple Six Trek
Michael Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to New York City!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Stuffher: ...And welcome to Bad ASS Championship Wrestling's - GRINDER X!
Crowd: [POP!] Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Our opening contest is set for one fall, and will be for BACW's tag team championship!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: The crowd certainly appears to be excited as we await the arrival of the challenger.
E.D: Paul, I'm not sure why this match was booked, or what Triple Six Trek ever did to Mr. Batee to be in a handicap match. But to pit him against two of the most dangerous men in the business is completely nuts.
Promo: Remember Eric, Mike and Pete Turner will not be defending their belts according to their most recent interview.
E.D: What?
Promo: It seems they want to be fresh for Grinder, so they have asked their father Exuwa to wrestle in their place.
E.D: With the belts on the line?
Promo: Yes!
E.D: I'm not only stunned, but I'm also in complete and utter shock. The Face of Perfection is a well oiled machine, and forgive me if I seem to be talking out of place, but Exuwa isn't a young man.
Promo: Don't say that too loud Eric because here he comes.
[“Low Life” by Kid Rock hits the PA system.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
[With the hostile crowd on his case, Exuwa emerges wearing blue camouflage pants and his black mask. As items begin to litter the ramp, Pete and Mike follow behind holding their tag titles over their heads. Wearing blue silk shirts and dress pants, it's apparent to all that they aren't going to be wrestling.]
Fan: [From the cheap seats] YOU SUCK EXUWA!
[Walking to the squared circle after flipping off the crowd, Mike and Pete climb through the ropes, and then part them for their father.]
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck! You suck!
[Exuwa steps into the ring and throws his hands up into the air.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Exuwa: [Italian salute] INFIDELS!
Crowd: [Louder BOO!]
Promo: Something tells me the Face of Perfection is going to regret this decision.
E.D: I think they will, too but with both Mike and Pete at ringside, they just might have created THE most clever three on one I have ever seen.
Promo: What do you mean?
E.D: First, Trek has no friends here in BACW. Second, Trek has no one at ringside to help him. This means, Trek has his junk flapping in the wind.
Promo: Minus the inappropriate junk comment, I hope this referee is prepared to have eyes in the back of his head.
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And his opponent!
[Suddenly the lights go out as the attention is now centered in on the entrance ramp.]
Crowd: [POP!]
[The Oval-tron is pitch black as you suddenly see four green bold letters shoot out one at a time in a row...]
"T-R-E-K"
[Guns N' Roses starts blaring loudly over the P.A. as a impacted crowd stands yelling at the top of their lungs...]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome a man that claims to be the NAWA's newest hero! He is just what you fans have been waiting for! Standing in at 6 foot 3 inches tall and weighing 273 pounds! Triple Six Trek!
Crowd: TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK!
Promo: And just look at these fans cheer for one of BACW's newest stars. I think there one thing you will notice right off the bat with this guy.
E.D: What's that?
Promo: You either love him or hate him.
E.D: And if you ask me, everyone loves this guy as long as they don't get on his bad side.
Crowd: TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK!
[With the chant still going, Trek appears from out of the back as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp the crowd's mantra grows even louder. This evening, Trek is wearing some bright green tights with black boots. His boots have T-R-E-K written down the side of them.]
[Cameras zoom in and Trek smiles with a stunning pose.]
Promo: Who the hell are these two?
E.D: Hey guys, this isn't a soup kitchen! How the hell did you two get in here?
[As Trek's former friends Larry and Ray, two of the biggest bums you will ever meet, take their seats in the 1st row, Trek sees them but doesn't appear to be amused by their presence.]
Promo: Trek looks to be in good form from a physical stand point.
E.D: Perhaps that's because he can't afford to eat?
[Trek finally reaches ringside and as he walks around to the steps, he climbs into the ring raising his one hand. Leaping up and holding up their signs that are written on wrinkled cardboard, the bums jump up and down.]
Bums: TREK! TREK! TREK!
Promo: Trek is certainly an odd character.
E.D: I think odd might be too normal of a description for this guy.
Crowd: [POP!]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: Well Eric, normal or not, the time for evaluating this young man has just begun! Grinder X is finally underway, and here we GO!
[Exuwa and Trek cautiously circle logo and thrusting out his leg for a few thigh kicks, Trek shakes off the UFC style maneuver. On the outside, Pete and Mike show immediate concern with regards to their father's apparent ring rust.]
Promo: Sweeping single leg misses Trek and lunging into an alternating single...
[CRUNCH!]
Exuwa: [UGH!]
Crowd: [OH!]
E.D: Perfectly timed knee lift to the nose and Exuwa is down!
[Rotating Exuwa from the canvas from behind, Trek launches him up into an atomic drop and not letting go, arches backwards unloading a killer side suplex!]
[THUD!]
Crowd: [Clapping]
Promo: Trek rolls over and pushes Exuwa's shoulders to the canvas for the 1..
Referee: TWO!
Crowd: THREE!!!
E.D: Shoulders off the canvas just in the nick of time!
Referee: Two! Only Two!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Trek looks great and taking Exuwa by the mask, fires off a series of rifling punches!
E.D: Exuwa needs to do something fast before Trek's momentum gets out of hand.
[Exuwa immediately goes into a body lock with his legs and swinging his hips from side to side, reverses the mount! Hurt but unwilling to yield to the pain, Exuwa unleashes a hellacious ground and pound.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Mike: Get him POP!
Pete: DON'T LOSE MY BELT!
Promo: A tough love forearm rolls Trek's eyes into the back of his head, and sliding over to a side mount, here's the cover and the count!
Referee: 1... 2...
Crowd: THREE!!!
E.D: NO!
Crowd: [OH!]
Referee: TWO!
Crowd: [Cheers]
Promo: Close but no cigar, the referee holds up two fingers and this one's going to continue. So far both men have had a brief advance over their foe, but neither has yet to sustain something for longer than a few minutes.
E.D: Exuwa looks sloppy in the ring, and although his body is moving slower, you know that veteran mind of his is going 100 miles per hour.
[Inside the ring, Exuwa leaves Trek on the canvas and walking over to his corner where Pete and Mike have now jumped up on the apron.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Referee: Get off the apron! 1... 2... 3... 4...
Mike Turner: I can be up here if I want! My belt is on the line damn it!
Pete: TREK has a chair!
Referee: What?
Trek: [Holding his empty hands in the air] WHAT?!!!
Referee: [Turning back to Mike] Get off the apron!
[With Mike distracting the referee, Pete runs into the ring and hits Trek with a big boot from the blindside.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Rolling from the ring, Pete acts like nothing happened.]
E.D: We have a cover!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Exuwa: Count him ref!
Referee: [Confused] 1... 2...
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Referee: TWO!
Promo: And here's the triple team I was talking about before the match began.
E.D: This referee is in way over his head and I just feel bad that Trek is going to lose on such a grand stage.
[Pulling Trek off the canvas by his short blonde hair, Exuwa takes him over with a headlock and looking for a triangle, Trek counters with a head scissor. Exuwa instantly kicks out looking to drop a hard elbow into the center of Trek's chest, he misses the mark!]
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: The crowd is starting to pump life back into Triple Six Trek!
Crowd: TREK! TREK! TREK!
E.D: Hard scoop slam in the center of the ring by the challenger and look out...
[BOOM!]
Promo: Awesome vertical fist to face leads to a 1... 2...
Crowd: [THREE!!!]
Promo: Cover!
E.D: He didn't get him!
Referee: TWO!
[Rotating Exuwa off the canvas, Pete and Mike are visibly concerned and not able to help, can do nothing but watch their father get slammed onto the mat courtesy of a Triple Six Trek German suplex. Arching his back and holding his spine, Trek goes for the 1... 2... 3... but Exuwa still has plenty in the tank to kick out.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Forget about the ring rust of Exuwa, let's concentrate on his durability.
E.D: Everyone has a point of no return Paul, it's just a matter of finding out just how much an individual can take.
[Back in the ring, Trek tells the crowd he's going to unmask Exuwa!]
Crowd: [NO!]
Promo: Trek NO!!!!
[Reaching for his mask, Trek tears back fabric revealing the huge whole in the side of Exuwa's face. Yanking further, he uncovers the hideous scarred tissue and turning from the grotesque disfigurement...]
[THUD!]
Trek: [UGH!]
Crowd: [BOO!]
[...Trek walks right into a spine buster from Pete!]
Referee: Get out of the ring! 1... 2...
Promo: Into the ring comes Mike who has leaned a table up in the corner, and they are going to power bomb Trek through the wood! Trek is begging the referee not to disqualify Exuwa!
E.D: If he disqualifies Exuwa, then he can win the title.
[Exuwa wants to bring Trek up to the top rope and repositioning the table in the corner of the ring, all hell has broken loose!]
Referee: 3... If you don't get out of the ring, you're going to be disqualified!
Trek: [Through blurry eyes] NOOOO!!!!
[Setting Trek on the top rope as both men stand on the bottom rope adjusting their arms, the Face of Perfection brings Trek down with a skull shattering Double DDT from the top turnbuckle.]
Crowd: [OOOOHHH!!!]
Referee: FOUR!
Promo: Out of the ring in time, Exuwa hooks the leg of Trek but the referee is too busy banning the Face of Perfect from the ring!]
Referee: I have had it! You are both banned from the ring!
Pete & Mike: [Stunned] WHAT?!
E.D: Count him ref!!!! What the hell ?!
Promo: What the hell? It's three on one!
E.D: Because Trek asked for it!
Promo: Whatever Eric! Here comes security to escort the Mike and Pete Turner from the ringside area and spinning to see the cover; the champions are going to retain.
Referee: 1... 2... THREE!!!!
Mike & Pete: [At the top of the ramp] YES!!!! We won!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Hold the phone folks because the referee is pointing at Trek's foot, it's on the ropes and this one believe it or not is going to continue!
Exuwa: You child of a jackal! THREE! [Slapping his hands] One, two, three!!!
E.D: Exuwa is furious!
Referee: Foot on the ropes; TWO! Continue the match.
[Taking hold of the referee, Exuwa clotheslines him into La La Land, and picking up Trek, motions that he's going to power bomb him through the table.]
Promo: The referee is out cold, and Trek just might be done!
E.D: Oh wait a minute! What's Exuwa taking out of his pocket?
Promo: It's a zippo and lighter fluid!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
[WHOOOOOOOOSH!]
[As the table ignites, everyone gets to their feet in anticipation of our first extreme moment.]
E.D: Into the air goes Trek and...
[THUMP!]
Crowd: [OH!]
??? ???????: HEE HEH HE HEE HEH HEE...
[With the arena bathed in purple strobe, we see the former heavyweight champion no i the ring.]
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: From under the ring came the former BACW Heavyweight champion, The Spectre and he just leveled Exuwa over the head with that damn ring wrench of his!
E.D: Thanks to Exuwa, the referee didn't see it!
[Pulling the cobwebs and shaking off the lint balls, Spectre points to the table that's still blazing away.]
Crowd: [Mixed reaction]
E.D: Oh Spectre has Trek by the hair, and Lord only knows what evil he's about to do to him!
[Pulling Trek to his feet, Spectre dusts off his shoulders, and oddly enough, points to the knocked out Exuwa!]
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Trek and Spectre are teaming up and at the top of the ramp, the Face of Perfection can now be seen battling BACW security in an attempt to get back into the ring!
E.D: All hell has broken loose!
Promo: Trek is going to the top rope but he's on uneasy legs!
Crowd: Jump! Jump! Jump!
Promo: Up onto Spectre's shoulders goes Exuwa, and this place has become unglued!
[Still fighting the mob of guards, Spectre gives the Face of Perfection the thumbs down and signaling to Trek...]
Promo: Here comes the PAAAAIIIINNNN!!!!
[CRAAAAAACK!!!!!]
Crowd: [WHOA!]
E.D: Through the table with a sick THUD!
Promo: OH MY GOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!!!!!! SIT OUT CLOTHESLINE THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!!!!
Promo: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
E.D: I think Trek just killed both himself and Exuwa! Talk about hard falls!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
[Dragging Trek from the wreckage by his foot and then Exuwa, the former champion drapes Trek's limp arm over this opponent's chest. Shaking the referee conscious, the man in stripes instinctually hits the canvas and the place goes ape-shat!]
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[On all fours and completely shocked, Mike and Pete pull their hair in utter disbelief.]
Mike: NO!!!
Pete: GAH!!!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: Bailing from the ring goes Spectre like some modern day BACW Robin hood and folks; I think we have a brand new champion.
E.D: I hate Spectre!
Crowd: [Still clapping]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, you winner of the match, and new BACW tag team champion! Triple Six Trek!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Shocked! Amazed! Stunned! Surprised! I don't know what to say.
E.D: Well I for one think...
Crowd: [Rustling behind the announcers interrupts Eric in mid-sentence.]
Promo: Who the hell are these guys?
E.D: I'm not sure.
[Raising the titles in the air, Trek points to Spectre and the crowd continues to get louder. Thrusting one of the belts into the air, he extends it to Spectre who takes it, but then places it back over Trek's shoulder.]
Promo: I don't get it? Trek just offered Spectre 1/2 of the titles and he turned it down?
E.D: You know, when it comes to these two freaks, nothing surprises me.
L.I.E.S. [Part 7]:
[With Trek and Spectre peering over their shoulders as they leave the ring, the attention of the crowd is now the focused seats behind Danger and Prominski. Arriving in the seats are six men dressed suspiciously in black ski masks. Apparently they are occupying the chairs that were thought to be reserved for BACW's legends.]
Promo: It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to surmise that these men are quite likely members of Project X and may very well be here to support one of their own, whether or not it's someone like Chris Ross or not, that remains to be seen. As much as I was dreading the possibility of men like Big Dawg and Megafreak taking seats behind me, I think I will likely regret these ticket holders even more. The Face of Perfection have finally been allowed to remove their father from the ring, and Triple Six Trek has left with Spectre.
E.D: And here is why winning Grinder is so difficult to win. After giving his all, do you really think Trek has enough in the tank to fend off an entire roster?
Promo: Most likely no.
E.D: See my theory is Trek scared the crap out Mr. Batee. So much so that Batee wanted to make sure Trek had no chance of winning in the main event. It's the same thing he's doing with McClain, and what he's about to do with Spectre.
Promo: You could say the same for Particle Man.
E.D: Can you see where I'm going with this? Batee is a very clever individual but question you need to ask yourself if you're someone in the back is, who does Mr. Batee actually want to win Grinder?
Promo: I haven't the foggiest clue, but if these guys behind me get too...
[SLAP!]
Promo: HEY! That hurt!
[One of the masked men smacks Promo in the back of the head, taunting the voice of BACW.]
Promo: Son of...
[Turning on his own brand of slimy charm E.D. is quick to sell-out his broadcast partner and the very company he works for by schmoozing these masked men.]
ED: What up fellas? Welcome to BACW.
[Spinning around Danger shakes the hands of several of the men whose facial expressions are literally masked; nonetheless they don’t seem too overwhelmed by the sucking up as they take their seats.]
Promo: I can’t believe you! For the love of God man, is there an ass you won’t kiss?
ED: There are plenty of asses I won’t kiss.
Promo: Oh really? Name one.
ED: Well I wouldn’t kiss your ass now but if you start getting Cavenaugh money I’d at least think about it.
Masked Men: JOIN THE REVOLUTION!
Promo: [Startled] AHH!!!!
Masked Men: [Chuckling at Promo's expense.]
Promo: As flattering as your greed is, I’m still disgusted at your sucking up to these morons behind us.
Masked Men: PARADISE LOST! PARADISE LOST! Your dream is a lie Prominski, your dream is a lie!
E.D: [Holding out his hand] Five bucks says you become these guys prison bitch by the end of the show.
[Ignoring his antagonists and turning away from his partner in disgust, Promo buries his head in paperwork and goes silent.]
Promo: I don't get paid enough to do this job.
Click to continue Grinder X...
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