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Date: April 1, 2008
Venue: Madison Square Garden
Location: Manhattan. New York
All that Glitters is Gold [Part 8] :
[It wasn’t just another day in the parking garage of Madison Square Garage. Sure, the Knicks play home games here and all of New York’s favorite celebrities show up for their VIP parking two times per week, but this day is different.]
[You see, usually when someone with as much clout as say a former Six Time World Champion shows up for a wrestling event there’s a big to do. These assholes are renowned for their egos, and generally they need babysitting and catering at all times.]
[You need look no further than Ryan Blasier, World Champion of that other alliance, to understand how utterly annoying such an attitude can be. But I digress, on this day a Patriot Blue Pearl 09 Dodge Ram 1500 is ushered through the gates, his security clearance defined by the VIP sticker on the inside of his front window.]
[The truck avoids the main entrance and parks near the far side door. The engine is cut off and quickly the front driver-side door pops open. A boot-clad foot is the first thing you see as the NAWA’s resident Grappling God steps out onto the pavement.]
[He is dressed much as you’d expect: black Dickies, black and silver TD2k8 hockey jersey, and black Dr. Marten boots. He reaches into the bed lf the truck and grabs a duffel bag no doubt filled with his wrestling gear and knee-pads, shoulders it, and heads toward the entrance.]
[He is of course accosted, of course, by BACW’s vagina with a microphone, Candice Hoffman. She looks the way she looks and it’s unimportant, what is important however is the way Eric Dane looks. Before he can get his damn near trademarked black shades on you catch a good look at The Only Star’s eyes.]
[He looks tired.]
Candice: Eric! ERIC! Can we get a quick word?
[The hard case rolls his tired eyes behind the shades.]
Eric Dane: Yeah, sure…
[He trails off.]
Candice: Candice Hoffman here with NWA and WWA Hall of Famer and newcomer to BACW Eric Dane!
[He smirks and half-heartedly waves at the camera in his face.]
Candice: Eric, how does it feel to be thrust directly into the limelight here in BACW by immediately being thrown into the mix for not only the BACW Heavyweight Title, but the NAWA World Title as well?
[This is a redundant question, one he’s answered in one form or another a thousand times over in the last ten years. With that being said, he gives the mechanical answer.]
Dane: It’s just another day, ya know?
Candice: So it’s just-
[He cuts her short.]
Dane: Same shit... Different toilet...
[This leaves the investigative journalist a bit speechless so Dane takes over the conversation.]
Dane: To be frank, everywhere I go it’s the same shit. Not so much in Japan, because except for the fact that I hit hard and I finish strong they could give a shit about "The Only Star", but in the States, everywhere I go I’m fucking showered with gold, rankings, cash…
[He pauses to consider.]
Dane: You get the idea, right toots? And for the record, button up your shirt, it's not going to get you anywhere with me.
Candice: [Insulted] ... Fine!
[Maybe she’s star struck, maybe she’s stupid, but Candice Hoffman stands there doing her best impression of a pissed off “mic stand” for the most decorated wrestler in the history of the business.]
Dane: Now, if you’ve got everything you need, I’ve got to get ready for a long, violent night on the job. ‘Kay?
Candice: ...
[He doesn’t wait for an answer. The Only Star turns his back on both camera and reporter and jaunts toward the door to the venue. It brings a chuckle to his lips to know that as he flipped the remote lock key on the door the resulting honk from his truck startles the young reporter enough that she nearly jumps out of her heels.]
Candice: There you have it folks! I'm your sexy on the scene xZone reporter Candice Hoffman saying, there the main reason why Eric Dane is considered the asshole of the wrestling business. [Perky smile] Back to you Promo!
Promo: Thank you very much Candice Hoffman, our roving xZone Reporter. So what did you think about Dane?
E.D: I have never been a fan of Eric Dane's and regardless of what he accomplishes here in BACW, I will never be a fan of Eric Dane's. What I will tell you about the interview is that Candice Hoffman has one of the nicest sets of...
Promo: And with ring announcer Michael Stuffher already in the ring, it's time for our second title match of the evening.
E.D: Why did you interrupt me?
Promo: Because I like my job!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
NYS Heavyweight Championship[Part 9] :
Chris Ross (c)
Vs.
Jeff Harris
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, our second contest of the evening is set for one fall and will be for BACW's NYC Heavyweight championship!
Crowd: [POP!]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Already in the ring is the challenger, straight from Texas, Jeff Harris!
Crowd: Jeff! Jeff! Jeff!
Promo: Harris lost his first match in BACW to the retired Alec Ace but then came back strong with a win last month. At one and one, where do you think Harris will be at the end of this match?
E.D: Six feet under! Chris Ross has already broken Mr. Batee, and right now has to be the odds on favorite to win Grinder. Dominant in 2007, this Hawaiian just keeps getting better and better.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And now for the champion...
Crowd: [BOO!]
Stuffher: From Honolulu, Hawaii he is BACW's New York State Heavyweight champion; Chris Ross!
[As "Hey Man Nice Shot" plays, Ross stomps down the isle with fire in his belly. Onto the apron and stepping over the top rope, he sheds his belt handing it to the referee.]
Promo: Apparently Ross wants to wrestle Mr. Batee in some crazy Hawaiian death match and according to him, if Batee doesn't agree, Ross will continue to take apart our owner's life and federation.
E.D: You know, Chris needs to be careful with making enemies in BACW. It's all fine and dandy that he wants a piece of the boss, hell; most of us would love to put a beating down on the person who signs our checks. But the reality is he's creating more enemies than he can handle.
Promo: So Batee is in actuality allowing Ross to shoot himself in the foot?
E.D: Stupid is as stupid does.
Referee: Ready?
[The man in stripes gets a nod from both men.]
Referee: Let's get it on!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: The ref call for the bell and Ross rushes towards Harris.
[Harris tries to step out of the way, but is barely clipped by Ross and stumbles backwards. Bouncing off the ropes Ross again tries to lay a shoulder block to Harris but Harris manages to nail Ross with a right hook that catches him off guard.]
Crowd: [Stomping]
Promo: That was some right hook!
E.D: Sent Ross to his back and I think that's the first time I have ever seen him taken off his feet so easily.
[Furious, Ross rubs his face and avoiding the collar tie, grabs Harris by the throat. Lifting up with ruthless aggression, Harris is sent to the ground courtesy of an earth shaking DDT.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Is that Kimo Newton?
E.D: I thought he was dead!
[Now at ringside, Newton screams at the top of his lungs.]
Kimo Newton: HIT HIM WITH THE BIG SPLASH DAAAAAAAAAAAWG!
Crowd: You suck dick! You suck dick! You suck dick!
Kimo: Take this dawg!
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Ross lumbers up to the top rope, but stops as he sees Kimo motioning to him holding a chair.]
Promo: Ross is trying to end this early.
E.D: Harris better watch out or he is going to lose sight of the title.
Chris Ross: AARGGHHH!!!
Promo: Here comes the paaaaaain!
[Ross comes off the top rope, but Harris isn’t there and he crashes to the mat holding his stomach. Harris is quick to pick Ross to his feet and hits a snap down DDT.]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
E.D: Harris immediately locks in an arm bar.
Crowd: [Stomping]
Promo: Ross needs to get out of this quick if he wants to keep the use of that arm.
E.D: Ross needs his arm snapped.
Promo: Ross reaches back with a nasty elbow and I think Harris is stunned!
[Ross struggles out of the arm bar and gets to his feet as Harris stumbles around unaware that Ross is right behind him. Harris backs up and is met with a club to the back of the head.]
E.D: Harris is down!
Promo: That club could have knocked him out.
E.D: I knew he was a pussy!
[Ross rolls out of the ring and pulling a table from under the ring. Harris is slowly getting to his feet as Ross is sliding the table through the middle ropes. Seeing this Harris drops an elbow to the table causing it to hit Ross in the face. Falling into the railing, and going down to one knee, Ross tries to get back into the ring but can't seem to get his equilibrium.]
E.D: Ross stumbles back into the railing and from the looks of it, he's in deep trouble!
Promo: If Ross is busted open he is out of the Grinder but I can't see his face.
Crowd: Blood! Blood! Blood!
E.D: This crowd wants blood.
[Ross checks his face and rushes the ring sliding under the ropes he is met by Harris with stomps. Harris stops and backs up trying to catch his breath. This allows Ross to get to his feet, but in trying to rush Harris catches his leg and arm and takes him to the ground with an arm bar.]
Crowd: Harris! Harris! Harris!
Promo: The crowd is eating this up.
E.D: Ross is an animal but will he get out of this?
Crowd: Jeff! Jeff! Jeff!
[The referee is checking Ross’ level of consciousness and doesn’t see Kimo put Ross’ foot on the ropes. Ross is about to tap when the ref sees his foot and causes Harris to break the hold.]
Referee: Foot on the ropes1 Break the hold!
Harris: WHAT!?
Kimo: Yeah Dawg! Break tha hold!
Harris: Son of a bitch!
Promo: Harris looks furious.
E.D: He should have done his homework. That Newton guy is like a gnat!
[Harris picks Ross up to his feet and hits a left and right combination. Jeff goes for a hangman’s neck breaker and that sends Ross crashing to the mat with a THUD!
Promo: Harris attempts the pin, but Ross immediately kicks out, and this one is still far form over.
E.D: I guess that means I need a pillow.
Promo: Pillow? These men are leaving it all in the ring!
[Kimo still has the chair out side as he paces back and forth and Ross motions to him to bring it on. Newton slides the chair in, but Harris gets his hands on it first.]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: Ross is to his feet and met with a chair to the gut. Harris locks in a double under hook suplex but it's reversed and Ross sends Harris to the mat.
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Ross has the opening he has needed.
E.D: Yeah... Yeah... Tell me when it's over.
[Harris has trouble getting to his feet, but when he does Ross nails a big boot sending him to the ground. Chris picks up Jeff and hits a massive pump handle slam directly onto the logo and the fans boo in unison.]
Promo: Jeff Harris lies on the mat arching his back in pain and Ross grabs the table he started to bring in the ring earlier.
E.D: Now here's something I want to see.
Promo: You have to wonder if Ross is going to end this soon.
E.D: All I care about right now is how many bones Jeff Harris is going to break.
[Chris Ross picks Jeff Harris up and nails him with a right hand then rolls him onto the table. Ross goes to the top rope and motions for the Tidal Wave Splash.]
Crowd: Jump! Jump! Jump!
Promo: Third time's a charm, here comes the PAAAAIN!!!
[Coming off the top rope Harris rolls causing the table to flip and Ross lands right on the table leg.]
Promo: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Promo: Ross just landed on the metal of the table, and rolling around on the canvas in pain, I don't know if he's going to be okay.
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
E.D: I never understood why a man that big would want to go up to the top rope anyway.
Promo: The referee is checking on the condition of Ross while Harris tries to catch his breath. Harris takes advantage of the downed Ross and goes for the pin. Here's the cover and the press!
Referee: 1…
Referee: 2…
Crowd: THREE!!!
Referee: NO! Kick out!!!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Harris is shocked.
Crowd: Let's go Jeff! Let's go Jeff! Let's go Jeff!
[The crowd is going nuts as Ross struggles to his feet. Turning around at the last minutes, Ross catches Harris running at him and hits a huge spine buster!]
[THUD!]
Kimo: [Taking the title off the table] Give me that dawg!
Promo: HEY! Bring that back here!
E.D: Maybe Kimo is part of Project X?
Promo: Shut up!
[Kimo slides the New York State title into the ring and Ross sets the table up at an angle in the corner. Picking up the title, Chris looks at the challenger with an odd glaze in his eyes.]
Promo: What is Ross going to do?
E.D: He needs to be smart.
[A dazed Harris now moves towards Ross and from the blindside Kimo comes off the tope rope trying to drop kick Harris in the back. Jeff sees him out of the corner of his eye and side steps the move causing Kimo to hit Ross right in the face.]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: Ross goes backwards bashing his head on the title and...
[CRAAAAAAAAAAACK!]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: ...he goes right through the table.
E.D: That seemed to backfire and now I see why Ross doesn't trust Newton.
[Harris picks Ross up and delivers two head butts that don't affect the champion. Harris then hits Ross with his Bitter End and the crowd starts to cheer once again.]
E.D: HARRIS IS CUT!
Promo: Oh my god Harris is bleeding.
E.D: Serves him right!
[Harris goes for the pin and the ref gets in place to count.]
Referee: 1…
Referee: 2…
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: It's over and we have a new New York State champion!
[Ding!!!!! Ding!!!!! Ding!!!!!]
E.D: He might be the champion but that moron is now bleeding.
Crowd: [POP!]
[Harris rolls out of the ring and gets a bottle of water from a fan and pouring it over his head; he washes away the blood away from his face. The camera zooms in and the crowd gasps as they look up to the Oval-tron to see Jeff Harris is not bleeding, but rather it's Chris Ross who is!
Promo: If he isn’t bleeding then that means.
E.D: The enraged Ross is on his feet and blood now trickling down his face.
[Ross rushes Kimo and lays him out with a clothesline.]
Promo: Ross has snapped.
E.D: When doesn’t he?
Hungry as the Wolf [Part 10]:
[Chris Ross stomps on the fallen Kimo when suddenly an eagle can be heard as if it’s soaring overhead. “Peyote Healing” by Robbie Robertson hits the speakers as Chris Ross stands over Kimo.]
Promo: What’s happening? The sounds of nature can be heard through the arena.
E.D: The crowd is silent for this? I would be furious if BACW was wasting my time like this.
[Ross goes to slide out of the ring. His foot is about to touch the floor when he feels something brush past his leg. Ross gets back in the ring and looks out to see Sashay sitting at the base of the entrance ramp.]
E.D: Somebody call animal control. We have a wild animal roaming the arena.
Promo: That’s not any wild animal that’s Sashay and where she is Lone Wolf isn’t far.
[Ross tries to run to the other ropes and Sashay runs over to the other side causing Ross to back step back into the ring. A spot light hits the top of the ramp as we see a man wearing black tights with tribal symbols running up the side. The long black hair waves as he smiles and we see Lone Wolf make his way down the ramp. The left leg with a limp as he walks and his obvious broken nose he stops short the ring and stands looking on as Ross stares in his eyes.]
Promo: Lone Wolf is back and he looks like he has something to say.
E.D: Looks to me like he has no brains.
[Ross sits back on the ropes chuckling. Jeremy slides into the ring and Ross rushes towards him. Jeremy sides steps and Ross is furious. Jeremy grabs a microphone and once again moves just in time to stop Ross from flattening him.]
Promo: Jeremy looks like he doesn’t want to fight.
E.D: Jeremy is scared to fight Ross.
Jeremy: Ross, listen to me and stop this nonsense.
[Ross tries to rush Jeremy and once again Jeremy side steps him. Jeremy shakes his head and raises the microphone again.]
Jeremy: Ross, stop now or I am going to have to do something you will regret.
[Ross is furious. He steps forward and looks Jeremy in the eye.]
Jeremy: You need to realize something Ross. Sometimes pride isn’t enough, we have to fix our mistakes. I am going to give you the opportunity to do just that Ross.
[Ross grabs Jeremy by the throat and lifts him high in the air screaming at him. Jeremy sticks his thumbs in Ross’s eyes and falls to the mat rolling through. Ross looks furious as he tries to rush towards Jeremy and Jeremy hits him with a modified Ozark Breaker.]
E.D: Our head of security just out right attacked one of our wrestlers.
Promo: He gave Chris Ross plenty of warning before he took him down.
[Jeremy climbs out of the ring and starts to walk up the ramp, but turns and walks back towards the ring. Jeremy grabs a chair from under the ring. Ross is getting back to his feet. Jeremy walks towards him and lands a huge blow to the head with the steel chair. Ross falls to the mat his original cut opened more.]
Jeremy: Now that I have your attention. Ross I tried to be civil about this, but you just wouldn’t listen. You had to put your hands on my family. You had to have things your way. You want to call your victims reborn. That’s just what I am; reborn and back on my path.
[Jeremy motions around the arena as the crowd goes wild.]
Crowd: King! King! King!
Jeremy: These people, my people are all part of my path. I was blinded as to why I was sent to live out in the wild and now it’s clear. I was sent to find my path and my spiritual guidance. Sashay is more then just some animal; she is my sole guidance down my path to who I really am. The chief once told me before my journey that I would have a hard fought battle that would put my family at danger, but if I survived then nothing was stronger then my spiritual connection to my ancestors.
[Jeremy kicks at Ross who is barely stirring.]
Jeremy: You brought something to me that nobody could and for that I thank you Ross. Thank you for bringing me my family back.
Promo: Did he just thank Chris Ross?
E.D: This guy might have more wrong then a broken nose on that block of his.
[Jeremy stands over Ross looking down.]
Jeremy: I could do like Ross did to me and try and end his career, but then what would be the fun in that? I want my time with Ross to end on my terms. Chris Ross you took something I want back and I am going to do everything that I can to get it back.
[Jeremy perches him self on a turnbuckle looking towards the announce table.]
Jeremy: Now on to some pressing matters. BACW seems to be holding a match tonight that I would love to participate in, but unfortunately I wasn’t released for action by my physician. Apparently, when I was attacked before my pin I tore something in my leg, but I haven’t felt it and I am ready. I apologize to all of you that wanted to see me as YOUR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!!
Crowd: [POP!]
E.D: Like that’s ever going to happen.
Promo: Listen to the people.
E.D: They are idiots just like you!
[Jeremy looks at Eric Danger and tilts his head.]
Jeremy: Did you just say something. [Danger shrugs] If I remember correctly, you had a comment about somebody dear to me the night I was injured.
[Eric shrugs his shoulders again as Jeremy continues to look on.]
Promo: What is he talking about?
E.D: The hell if I know.
[Eric stands to his feet as Jeremy climbs to the top the turnbuckle pointing at him.]
E.D: You want a piece of Easy "E" midget?
Promo: Eric if you are causing trouble again, I swear I am not going to bail you out.
[Turning to say something to Promo, Jeremy comes off the turnbuckle with a flying double handed axe handle hitting Eric square on the head. Eric falls over unconscious as Jeremy stands over him with revenge in his eyes. Jeremy grabs his headset and sticks it on.]
Jeremy: Don’t you ever speak about my wife again. God rest her soul.
[Jeremy grabs a hold of the headset and rips it from the setting as sparks fly.]
Promo: I think we may need a little help down here.
[Looking at Promo, King turns and starts walking away with Sashay close behind him.
Promo: Folks, if you are just joining us or had to leave the room for a second. “Lone Wolf” Jeremy King just returned to BACW and laid out both Chris Ross and Eric Danger. Folks, Matt McClain is in the back requesting a special one on one meeting with Mr. Batee, so while the medical team tends to an injured Eric Danger, and we get a new headset out here, we'll see you in a few.
E.D: [Groaning] UGGGGHHH!
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