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Date: April 1, 2008
Venue: Madison Square Garden
Location: Manhattan. New York
Deal or No Deal [Part 11]:
[Mr. Batee's Office.]
[The door to his office is open just a crack and we can barely hear someone talking. Peeking in, we are given an image of the most dangerous man in BACW today, “Crippler” Matt McClain who is talking on his cell phone as he sits behind Mr. Batee’s desk with both of his feet propped up on the desk. From the look on his face, you can see he's relaxed and smiling.]
Matt McClain: I have it all worked out… Oh yeah we need to talk, no question about it…
[Placing Batee on speaker phone, you can hear the tone of his voice.]
Mr. Batee: Look McClain, if you're planning on doing something stupid like attacking me, think again because I'm in NO MOOD right now! That son of a bitch Chris Ross has crossed the line for the last time, and if he's not the least of my worries, I still have Project X running around like some sort of vigilantes!
McClain: I thought Ross was in Project X?
Mr. Batee: Ross in Project X? The man can barely spell his name or open a coconut! You think he would have the brains to hatch a plan like this?
McClain: Jeez Batee, you got a little cut on your head, stop overreacting and get over to your office so we can talk.
Mr. Batee: Little cut? That mother [BEEP]er just put 10 stitches in my forehead!!! Matty, I'm almost at my office, I have another call.
[McClain shrugs almost not even caring that he's booked in one of the most dangerous matches of all time; The Grinder. Something is up, but what could it possibly be?]
McClain: Take your time; I'll be here all day.
Mr. Batee: Two minutes. [clicking over to the second call.] Hello...
[The camera switches to a split screen and we can see both men as Batee approaches his office.]
Mr. Batee: What the hell did Jeremy just do? No I didn't see it! Right after I left the doctor McClain called me asking for some crazy meeting. Look, find Lone Wolf, get him into my office, and so help me God, if he leaves this building without speaking to me, you are all going to be FIRED! KA-PEESH? I'm at my office, bye!
[Opening the door slowly Batee peeks in.]
Mr. Batee: Matty?
[From the back of the office you hear McClain's voice.]
McClain: [Sarcastically] Come on in Batee...
[Feeling no clear and present danger, Batee barges into his office only to see Matt McClain sitting behind HIS desk with his feet up. The already sour scowl grows ever sourer as he stares a hole through McClain’s smiling face.]
Mr. Batee: What the God holy hell... This nightmare I'm having right now can't possibly get any worse! What the heck do you think you're doing boy?
McClain: What I’m doing? Heh…funny you should ask. Sit down Batee, we have a LOT to talk about…
Mr. Batee: [Slapping McClain's street shoes off the desk] Talk about? [Eye balling McClain's shoes] Well first get ya dogs off my desk!
[McClain's feet hit the ground and his fist instantly coils back.]
McClain: If you touch my "dogs" again, I'll make Ross' attack look like an exhibition match.
Mr. Batee: [Hands up in the defensive position] Okay, okay! Have it your way Burger King! Look, my head is killing me, so I supposed I did react to your shoes on my desk a bit harsh. Let's start over, what can I do ya for Matty?
McClain: I want out of my match for the world championship qualifier tonight.
Mr. Batee: WHAT?! Are you...
McClain: [Interrupting.] I don't want to take a chance that I'm going to get busted open before the main event. The BACW title means everything to...
Mr. Batee: [Cutting in.] No way!
McClain: But...
Mr. Batee: [Shaking his head.] It ain't happening!
McClain: What if I signed an exclusive deal with BACW saying I wouldn't wrestle anywhere else? NAWA is a very big place and you wouldn't want to lose me to free agency would you?
Mr. Batee: No wa- [Doing a double take] What did you say?
McClain: You increase my odds of winning Grinder, and I'll sign an exclusive deal with you. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.
Mr. Batee: You realize you can't wrestle in any other promotion but BACW if you enter into an agreement like this? Means I own you McClain hook, line and sinker.
McClain: I do.
Mr. Batee: You also understand I can refuse to book you and as long as I pay you, there isn't anything you can do.
McClain: Yep.
Mr. Batee: Hmm... [Nodding] Okay Matty, I'll have the paperwork drawn up ASAP and IF you can sign this new deal before they call your name for your match, then you don't have to wrestle Dane or Sloan.
[Turning to exit, McClain says something under his breath.]
Mr. Batee: Oh and Matty?
McClain: What?
Mr. Batee: If you get involved with the Sloan versus Dane match in any way shape or form, then you will be suspended from BACW for a very long time. Are we clear?
McClain: [Under his breath] Like I care...
Mr. Batee: What did you say?
McClain: I said I liked you better with hair!
Mr. Batee: [Cross glance]
McClain: Can I go BOSS?
Mr. Batee: You may...
[SLAM!]
[Shutting the door on Mr. Batee in mid-sentence, McClain leaves the owner to ponder a very serious question. What does Matt have planned and why would he make such an outlandish request?]
Mr. Batee: [Rubbing his bald head.] I wonder what he meant by that?
Battle of the Ages [Part 12]:
The Spectre
Vs.
Mike Cavenaugh
[Ringside.]
Promo: What the hell was that all about?
E.D: I have no idea Paul, but it seems that good ol’ Matty-boy has an ace up his sleeve.
Promo: Well put that game on hold because like the rest, we're just going to have to wait in order to find out what it actually is...
E.D: Wow Paul, you’re a regular Captain Obvious aren’t you?
Promo: [Rolls his eyes] Ugh!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this one has been booked as the Battle of the Ages!
Crowd: [POP!]
Stuffher: Already in the ring, he is a multi-time world champion and comes to us from Baltimore Maryland by way of Manhattan, New York. This is Michael Snake Eyes Cavenaugh!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Mike Cavenaugh: [Looking into the hostile crowd] Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck all of you!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: If I had a strategy, it would have to be to sort of test Cavenaugh to see what he's got. Take a couple of shots, taunt him, and perhaps even give Cavenaugh an early bit of confidence. But soon after that, turn up the sadistic side of Spectre and unleash the beast.
E.D: I would just go crazy since Cavenaugh most likely will want to play dirty. Use the ropes, ring posts, ring apron, ring steps, TV cords, TV cameras, put them all into play. Keep Cavenaugh on the outside as much as possible or toss, throw or kick him from the ring to the small mats in order to do a lot of damage.
Promo: I'm sure it's going to be a brawl! And speaking of fighting... here comes the former BACW Heavyweight champion.
[The lights go out and "Memphisto" by Depeche Mode blares throughout the arena. An ominous fog and an eerie purple glow fill the arena. From behind the curtain with Johnny the hyena on a chain is none other than the Sadistic Nut, The Spectre.]
Crowd: Spec-tre! Spec-tre! Spec-tre!
[He is wearing his usual purple U-neck tank top with the words "TOTAL DEVESTATION" written in neon green on the front. The back of the shirt is obscured by a long black full-length trench coat.]
Spectre: HEH... HEE... HEH... HEE...
[On his hands are purple and black fingerless gloves. His black pants with the name "SPECTRE" on the side of the left pant leg are held up by a chain belt.]
[On his feet are traditional black boots. His hair, long known for being purple is now a medium length dark brown, almost black. Spectre eyes the ring with a sadistic look in his eye, and a twisted evil grin on his face.]
[Johnny the hyena almost seems savage-like as he growls and snaps wildly all the way to the ring.]
Spectre: Down boy! Down!
[Spectre places Johnny near Promo and steps into the ring with a smirk on his face. He removes his trench coat and turns around to hand the coat to the timekeeper, revealing to Cavenaugh and the rest of the audience the back of his shirt, which reads: ]
["SPECTRE - THE MODERN DAY CAVENAUGH"]
E.D: When we spoke about this match earlier, we concentrated on the offensive aspects of this match but what about defensively?
Promo: On defense Spectre should be on the lookout at all times for Cavenaugh to make an offensive move where Spectre's head is the target. Spectre will have to duck out of the way and/ or use countermoves such as drop toe holds or big boots, or even neck breakers to avoid being hit. He's a big man and this means he's going to have to be extra sharp if he's going to pull off this type of game plan.
[Ding! Ding! Ding]
Stuffher: And now, ladies and gentlemen, he is the former 6-time Heavyweight Champion. Weighing in at 299 pounds, and hailing from the Deepest Corners of Your Mind,... this is... The Sadistic Nut.... THE SPECTRE!!!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: These two men have never met inside a ring before, they are two men cut from the same mold and built by the same mad scientist, two sadistic, twisted, souls and right here, right now we get to see just which one is the more dominant force.
E.D: Oh shut the hell up, this match doesn’t need your sorry ass to hype it up, What's next, the clichéd irresistible force meets the immovable object? They’re two guys who wanna show they’re the best and are gonna beat the living hell out of each other to do so, plain and simple.
Referee: Ring the bell!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: And here we GO!
[Cavenaugh and Spectre slowly step towards the center of the ring as the fans break off into dueling chants.]
½ Crowd: Let’s Go Spectre! [Clap, Clap, Clapclapclap] Let’s Go Spectre! [Clap, Clap, Clapclapclap] Let’s Go Spectre! [Clap, Clap, Clapclapclap]
½ Crowd: Let’s Go Snake Eyes! [Clap, Clap, Clapclapclap] Let’s Go Snake Eyes! [Clap, Clap, Clapclapclap] Let’s Go Snake Eyes! [Clap, Clap, Clapclapclap]
[Looking to test the waters, both men extend their reach towards their opponents each looking for a grip, a hold or an idea. Mike slaps away the hand of The Spectre. The Sadistic Nut does the same. Finally, they engage in a Greco Roman knuckle lock, or half of one anyways as they interlace and interlock their fingers. Both men attentively reach for the other’s second hand, slowly moving their fingers towards their opponent they lock hands and simultaneously yank their opponent, each other, towards themselves causing a vicious collision of their chests.]
Promo: Both men are gritting their teeth as they jockey for position at this critical moment in the match. Each man is looking to start out strong and set the tone.
[The men push off and then once again pull each other into a vicious collision. With both men at a stalemate in the middle of the ring, something has got to give and as they push off and pull in once more Cavenaugh brings his knee across his body catching the purple haired freak in the bread basket.]
Promo: Cavenaugh makes the first move and now he follows it up with an arm wringer.
[Mike transitions the arm wringer into a hammerlock which is quickly broken up by a stiffly thrown back elbow by The Spectre that catches BACW’s Living Legend under his jaw, rocking his head back with a whiplash like effect.]
Promo: Spectre sends Cavenaugh to the ropes with an Irish whip.
E.D: Why’s it an Irish whip?
[As Cavenaugh rebounds off the ropes he runs headlong into a boot from the Spectre.]
E.D: Why not an American whip or a Canadian whip?
Promo: I don’t know and is it really important? We’re in the middle of watching what could shape up to be an epic battle and you’re worried about move names?
E.D: Fine forget it, you racist bastard.
[Spectre quickly follows, yanking Snake Eyes up off the mat by his hair he quickly sends him back down with an authoritative slam into the logo. Hitting the ropes the purple mass of humanity somehow lifts his three hundred pounds into the air and crashes down across the windpipe of his opponent with a leg drop.]
Promo: Spectre with the cover.
Referee: 1…2…
Promo: Kick out!
Referee: TWO!
[Undeterred the former world champion pulls his opponent up to his feet and hooks him with a front face lock. As Spectre attempts to loop his opponent’s arm over head he instead catches a thumb to the eye, Cavenaugh then quickly arches backwards with a Northern Lights suplex, sans bridge.]
Promo: I don’t know if I’ve ever seen Michael perform that move before.
E.D: I have a feeling we might see both these men do a lot of things we wouldn’t normally see them do.
[Rolling up from the ground and snatching up his opponent’s purple hair, Michael Cavenaugh is finally in control for the first time in the match up. Charging across the ring with a hand full of hair and a ton of momentum Snake Eyes flings his opponent headfirst into the top turnbuckle rattling the ring and sending The Spectre bounding off the turnbuckle and tumbling out into the center of the ring. As the Sadistic One scurries to his hands and knees he is sent down, flat on his back with a toe punt to the face. Spit flying the Spectre looks virtually out cold as The History Maker swoops in for his first pin attempt of the match.]
Promo: I think Spectre’s eyes are rolled back in his head.
Referee: 1…2…
Crowd: [THREE!]
E.D: THREE!
Referee: No, no, no, TWO! It’s only two!
Promo: The referee has signaled it a two count much to the dismay of BACW’s ICON!
[A frustrated Cavenaugh pulls Spectre’s head up off the mat with his left hand, and then drills him with a punch to the face before making another cover.]
Referee: 1…2….
Promo: Kick out!
E.D: Why they hell are you calling count? Let the referee do it you idiot!
Promo: I'm calling the play by play!
[Michael storms up to his feet grabbing the referee by his collar he pushes him back into the nearby turnbuckle. The distraction proves costly as The Spectre quickly rolls up the frustrated man called Snake in a school boy.]
Referee: 1…2…
Promo: Kick out!
[Cavenaugh is quickly up to his feet looking to meet Spectre with a decapitating clothesline he swings violently and wildly as Spectre ducks, back-dropping the charging ball of fury up and over the top rope to the floor.]
Promo: Spectre follows and this is about to get all kinds of messy out here on the floor.
[Cavenaugh quickly regains control with a low blow, then follows by smashing The Spectre headfirst into the announce table.]
E.D: Damn it, they spilled my water.
Promo: Get out of the way!
[BANG!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Cavenaugh drives Spectre’s head into the table a second time rattling the brains of his opponent as the referee urges both men to get back in the ring.]
Promo: The referee is allowing a lot of lee way here.
E.D: He knows how big a match this is and there’s no way the fans don’t want a decisive victor.
[Snake Eyes hooks the head of his opponent, looping his arm over head he grabs a hand full of tights, quickly pivoting and positioning his back to the announce table he yanks up but the Spectre hooks his leg, blocking the suplex attempt.]
Promo: Michael can’t get the Sadistic Nut over.
E.D: Maybe because he's 5'2" 290 freaking pounds!
[Cavenaugh delivers a kitchen sink like knee to the gut of The Spectre, doubling him over before another attempted suplex. This time Cavenaugh gets Spectre partially into the air before dropping him back down. Spectre delivers a series of punches to the solar plexus of The Man of 1,000 Nicknames before clamping down hard, biting the flesh of his opponent’s head.]
Promo: Goozle! He’s got him by the neck.
[Looking for a choke slam, Spectre instead catches a rake of the eyes, temporarily blinding him it allows Cavenaugh the time to pick up a monitor off the announce table and as the Purple Haired Freak turns back towards him he gets a taste of electricity right in the head.]
Promo: What a shot!
[With Spectre staggered Cavenaugh tries to finish the job with another shot but walks right into a death grip around his throat. Spectre quickly dispatches a choke slam sending Michael Cavenaugh through the announce table and into a pile of splinters and rubble.]
Crowd: [YEAH!] Let’s go Spectre! [Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap] Let’s go Spectre! [Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap] Let’s go Spectre! [Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap]
Promo: The spine of Michael Cavenaugh has got to be damaged after that move.
[Wasting no time The Spectre pulls his victim from the rubble and rolls him back into the ring, but instead of immediately following he whirls around and picks up a steel chair then slides in, brandishing the steel. Cavenaugh is up to his knees as Spectre approaches from the side with a chair in hand, Michael ducks the shot picking the near three hundred pound man up across his shoulders and dumping him on his head with a DVD.]
[BOOM!]
Crowd: [WHOA!]
Promo: Legend’s Lament from the Living Legend just saved his cranium from being crushed.
[No stranger to a steel chair Cavenaugh quickly takes possession of the dropped object and begins wielding it with the dexterity of a knight and his sword. Cavenaugh measures the stunned Spectre as he slowly climbs to his feet then unloads with a vicious chair shot as he turns to face him. The legs of the Spectre turn to much as he crumbled to the ground, instinctively rolling right to his stomach and moving himself up to his knees he takes another shot to the skull before falling to the mat.]
Promo: The Spectre has got to be concussed after those two blows, just look at that chair.
E.D: It’s mangled worse then your face.
Promo: HA fucking HA!
[Cavenaugh discards the dented and twisted steel, going for a lateral press and hooking the leg.]
Referee: 1…2….3
Crowd: [POP!]
Referee: TWO! Only TWO!
Promo: That was close, too close to call for me and Cavenaugh isn’t buying what the referee is selling.
[Not allowing himself to become distracted like he did earlier Cavenaugh scoops the chair back up and jams it between the top and middle ropes of one of the corner before peeling Spectre up off the mat. Grabbing hold of his opponent’s wrist Cavenaugh flings him towards the chair.]
Promo: SAFE!
[Spectre counters with a baseball like slide, stopping his momentum he quickly pops back up to his feet in time to catch the oncoming Cavenaugh with a hip toss that sends the founder of the Black Knights careening back first into the mangled chair and then down on the back of his head and neck.]
Promo: Yanking Cavenaugh out and away from the ropes The Sadistic Nut makes the opportunistic cover on the prone Snake Eyes.
Referee: 1….2…
Promo: Kick out by Cavenaugh!
[Sensing that the end is near The Spectre remains relentless in his attack as he pulls Michael up to his feet and pulling him in by his arm drills him with a short arm clothesline that snaps his head back.]
Promo: Spectre is staying focused on the head and neck of Cavenaugh.
[The Spectre makes the cover once again.]
Referee: 1… 2….
Crowd: [THREE!]
Referee: TWO!
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Cavenaugh once again kicks out by the skin of his teeth and once again The Spectre remains relentless in his attack. The man with the purple hair delivers a vicious forearm across the back of the neck, dropping Michael to his knees.]
Promo: He’s going for the Guillotine!
E.D: That’ll end it for sure.
[Picking Cavenaugh up over his shoulder, The Spectre catches an elbow to the back of his head causing him to lose his grip. Snake Eyes drops to his feet behind his opponent quickly and blindly reaching back he grabs a hold of The Spectre’s head and drops him with a Rick Rude like neck breaker of his own.]
Promo: Cavenaugh rolls into the cover.
Referee: 1…2…
Promo: THREE!!!
Crowd: [OOO!]
Referee: TWO!
[Cavenaugh peels his opponent up off the mat, doubling him over with a boot to the gut he bounces off the ropes and delivers another neck breaker, this one of the swinging variety and once again rolls quickly into the cover.]
Referee: 1…2…
Promo: KICK OUT!
Referee: TWO!
[Cavenaugh quickly moves to his feet and bails from the ring where he sets his sights on the ring steps. Pulling the top half of the two piece steel staircase he lifts it high above his head and hurls it into the ring between the top and middle ropes. The stairs careen and bounce around on the mat before settling. Michael slides in behind them and pulls them into the middle of the ring. Michael then pulls The Spectre up from the mat and whips him towards the ropes. Spectre reverses instead sending Cavenaugh into the ropes.]
Promo: What’s Spectre gonna do here?
[As Michael charges off the ropes, Spectre catches him with a drop toe hold that sends Snake Eyes into the steel steps, his forehead catching the sharp edge of the table, immediately busting him open. Cavenaugh rolls from the ring clutching his face.]
Promo: Michael Cavenaugh may have just caught the edge of that step in the eye; he’s hurt and hurt bad. Look at the blood just gushing from his head.
[Showing no mercy and no remorse The Spectre follows after Cavenaugh reaching down over the ropes he drags The History Maker up onto the apron by his hair as the blood continues to drip from his head. Cavenaugh desperately reaches back behind him clutching at the Spectre’s head he drops him throat first down across the ring rope.]
Promo: Cavenaugh’s head is busted wide open; he needs too end this match quickly before he loses too much blood to be able to compete.
E.D: The Spectre may have just knocked one of his biggest threats out of the Grinder match.
[Michael frantically crawls back into the ring where he begins to throw haymakers left and right, rifling off shots in rapid succession he connects again and again and again, one shot after another until the Purple Haired Freak falls to the mat.]
Promo: Snake yes is both literally and figuratively seeing red right now and he is just unmercifully laying a beating on Spectre.
[Cavenaugh mounts Spectre and continues throwing punches, reining them down upon the head of The Spectre, he nails him in the forehead, the face, the eye, everywhere and anywhere he pummels him while the man who owns the hyena desperately tries to cover up.]
E.D: Michael is unloading on The Spectre, he’s doing anything he can to try to end this match right here and now.
Promo: He wants to get back to the back and get that bleeding stopped before the main event.
[Spectre blocks a right hand from Cavenaugh, he then blocks a left, pulling Mike down and thrusting his head forward Spectre connects with a head butt.]
Promo: Did you hear that thud? That was sickening.
E.D: It sounded like a melon smashing against concrete.
[Cavenaugh slumps down and is quickly rolled off by The Spectre. With his chest and head covered in the blood of his opponent, The Sadistic Nut rises up to his feet, staring down at the prone body of his opponent he steps through the ropes, dropping down to the floor and looking under the ring for something.]
Promo: Cavenaugh isn’t moving, why doesn’t he just go for a pin here?
E.D: He wants to prove that he’s more sick and twisted then Mike ever was.
Promo: Oh my god, he has a table.
Crowd: [YEAH!] We want tables! [Clap, clap, clap-clapclap] We want tables! [Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap] We want tables! [Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap]
[Pulling a table from under the ring, Spectre quickly pulls out the legs and tips the table up on top of them as he sets up the table on the floor before going back in after his target.]
Promo: What does that FREAK have in mind?
E.D: We’re about to find out.
[Spectre stands proudly over the prone Cavenaugh with a sick smile etched across his face. The Sadistic Nut reaches down grabbing a hand full of his opponent’s hair he tries to pull him up to his feet but the dead weight proves daunting as his grip slips and Cavenaugh falls back to the mat.]
Promo: Just pin him, he’s not moving!
[The Spectre reaches down again, making sure to get two fists full of his opponents blood soaked hair he pulls him slowly but surely up to his feet when Cavenaugh snaps to life, hooking the head of Spectre he drops down rolling him into a small package pin attempt.]
Referee: 1… 2….
Crowd: [THREE!]
Promo: Cavenaugh was playing possum.
E.D: Spectre kicked out and he looks pissed.
[Cavenaugh is severely weakened and after the kick out is seemingly spent once again as he slowly tries too push himself up to his feet. The Spectre is up quickly and right on top of Cavenaugh whom he catches with a blindsided mafia kick to the temple.]
Crowd: [OOH!]
Promo: What a vicious kick to the temple by The Spectre!
E.D: He didn’t take too kindly of the metaphorical mouth fart from Cavenaugh.
Promo: I don’t even wanna know what the hell you do with your free time. But to those of us that aren’t as depraved as you, what you mean is that he didn’t take kindly to Cavenaugh suckering him in and trying to embarrass him.
E.D: I can’t talk about mouth farts but you can talk about bare asses? Is it because I’m white?
Promo: Not bare ass, embarrass, oh never mind.
[Spectre’s mind drifts from what ever dastardly deed he intended to perpetrate on the table outside as he quickly locks Cavenaugh up and hoists him up over his back, hooking the head of his victim Spectre drops down with the Guillotine.]
Promo: GUILLOTINE! It’s over!
[Spectre makes the cover.]
Referee: 1… 2…3!
Crowd: [POP!]
E.D: Foot on the ropes.
Referee: TWO! Foot on the rope!
[Sitting up like he just shit the bed, Spectre can’t believe Cavenaugh managed to avoid the pin. Spectre pulls Cavenaugh up by his hair as blood drips down, completely covering his face in the overly clichéd crimson mask. Spectre hooks Cavenaugh for the Guillotine once more, lifting him over his shoulder the struggling Cavenaugh causes Spectre to stumble just enough to lose sight of his positioning. Cavenaugh finds the top rope with his feet and pushing off of it he flips himself backwards, back over Spectre’s shoulder and to the mat. Michael quickly unloads a boot to the gut of Spectre, bending him over. Mike hooks the head and leg of Spectre in one fluid motion quickly snapping back and dumping him on his head with a fisherman DDT.]
Promo: SNAKE BYTE! SNAKE BYTE! SNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE BYYYYYYYYYTE!
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Cavenaugh lies motionless next to his knocked out opponent whom he just hit with his best move. As the blood continues to drip from the open wound on his head, the energy Cavenaugh has decreases leaving him too spent to immediately make the cover.]
Promo: Cavenaugh has got to make the cover.
[Michael rolls with everything he’s got, draping his arm across the chest of the Spectre.]
Referee: 1…
Crowd: [ONE!]
Referee: 2….
Crowd: [TWO!]
Referee: ..
Crowd: [THREE!]
Promo: Shoulder up, he got the shoulder up and the match will continue on. Both men have avoided defeat after their opponent’s finisher. What will they have to do to put each other away?
Referee: NO!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Both men move slowly, rolling away from each other they get up to their hands and knees and crawl towards the ropes, both pulling themselves up to their feet they each slink over the ropes, spinning to face in towards the ring they lock eyes from across the ring.]
Promo: It is gut check time for both of these men.
[Both men quickly fill with rage as they charge at each other, Cavenaugh the slightly quicker man reaches the steps that lie between them first, stepping up onto them he propels himself off them diving onto Spectre he delivers a forearm to his skull that rocks him backwards. Both men stumble towards the ropes, Spectre backwards and Cavenaugh’s momentum taking him into Spectre and causing him to crash into him against the ropes.]
Promo: Snake Eyes is just forcing back the head of Spectre and delivering clubbing blows into his chest.
[Spectre forces his own palms under the chin of Cavenaugh and pushes back on his opponent’s head before quickly going into a clinch and rotating both of them so that Cavenaugh is now back up against the ropes.]
Promo: Spectre with a flurry of punches to the gut of Cavenaugh.
[Cavenaugh clinches and rotates them both, Spectre carries the momentum and rotates them another 180 back to the same position. Mike delivers a quick European uppercut from the defensive position then steps away from the ropes and right into a boot to the gut from The Spectre that sends him into the corner looking for refuge.]
Promo: Spectre charges into the corner!
[Cavenaugh gets his foot up in the face of Spectre sending him back out of the corner. Only stunned for a split second Spectre charges back in and Cavenaugh once again gets his foot up, this time it’s caught by The Spectre.]
Promo: Fool me once shame on me, fool me twice and well… you don’t!
[Spectre throws the foot down in frustration, grabbing his opponent by the throat he violently yanks him out from the corner only to load him up and smash him kidney first into the turnbuckle with a choke slam that leaves Mike on his knees, holding his back.]
Promo: If that keeps up Cavenaugh won’t have many organs left, what with his liver and lungs assuredly shot from all the alcohol and tobacco.
[Spectre pulls Mike up to his feet then sets him on the top rope, straddling the turnbuckle. Spectre follows up; standing on the second rope he hooks the head of his opponent, looping his arm over his head and grabbing a handful of tights he arches back pushing off the turnbuckle he lands a picture perfect super-plex back into the ring, both men narrowly missing the discarded ring steps and both men suffering from the impact.]
Promo: I don’t know if that move really benefited the Spectre, he seems just as out of it as his opponent is.
[Spectre rolls into the cover, draping his arm across the Living Legend’s chest.]
Referee: 1… 2…
[Kick out!]
Referee: TWO!
[Spectre pushes himself up off the mat before grabbing Cavenaugh up by his hair. Mike delivers an open hand uppercut to the throat of Spectre causing him to gasp for air just long enough for Cavenaugh to ready himself and hook him for a T-Bone suplex, Spectre elbows out then throws a clothesline at Cavenaugh that misses. Snake Eyes ducks behind, grabbing a rear waist lock he arches back and unloads a full impact, no bridge; German suplex.]
Promo: Cavenaugh is once again in control but that blood has got to be obscuring his vision by now and the amount of blood he has lost has clearly sapped him of a great deal of strength and energy.
E.D: You could paint a picture with all the blood he’s dripped onto that mat. All this bloodshed and we haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.
[Cavenaugh’s adrenaline kicks him into high gear as he storms up to his feet, wiping the blood out of his eyes and flicking it off to the side he snatches Spectre up from the mat as if he was nothing. Flinging him into the ropes Cavenaugh looks for a head separating clothesline that Spectre ducks under. Hitting the opposite side ropes and bouncing back Spectre charges hard at Cavenaugh who spins around in time to scoop up the man with the purple hair and pivot into an Arn Anderson like spine buster. Snake makes the cover and hooks the leg.]
Referee: 1…2…
[Kick out.]
Referee: TWO!
[With utter disbelief filling his face Cavenaugh shakes his head, the blood flying from his face and hair he slaps the mat and rises back up to his feet. Spectre is up to meet him. Cavenaugh wraps his arms around the head of Spectre locking in a sleep hold. Spectre quickly slips to the side, wrapping his arms around the hips of Snake Eyes, Spectre lifts for a side suplex but Cavenaugh shifts his weight crashing down across Spectre and hooking the leg for another pin.]
Referee: 1… 2…
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: He got him! He got him! That pin came out of nowhere.
Crowd: [BOO!]
E.D: Spectre wasn't pinned!
Promo: What’s the referee doing? I think, I think he’s waving it off.
Crowd: Bull-shit! Bull-shit! Bull-shit!
[Bailing from the ring the referee goes right over to Michael Stuffher before he can even utter the announcement. The ref whispers something in the ear of the ring announcer who then takes the microphone up to his lips as the referee climbs back into the ring and goes over to Cavenaugh.]
Promo: What’s going on?
[The referee grabs the raised arms of Cavenaugh and pulls them down.]
Crowd: [POP!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen the referee has just informed me that the time keeper rang the bell prematurely and this match IS NOT OVER!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Cavenaugh: WHAT?!
Promo: WHAT?!
E.D: WHAT!
[Spectre rolls Cavenaugh up for the pin.]
Referee: 1… 2…
[Kick out!]
Referee: TWO!
[Spectre gets to his feet and walks right into a clothesline from Cavenaugh that sends him snapping down to the mat. Popping back up Spectre walks into the waiting arms of Michael who scoops him up over his shoulder positioning him for a tombstone.]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: I can’t believe he got him up!
[The weight of Spectre and the momentum of his flailing feet cause Cavenaugh to unwillingly bend over backwards. Spectre lands on his feet and with all his might pulls Snake Eyes up into position for a tombstone of his own. Cavenaugh shifts his weighty to the side cart wheeling out of and back into a tombstone of his own. Cavenaugh backs up slightly clipping his heel on the steps he stumbles and Spectre tumbles over top of him landing with feet planted atop the ring steps in the center of the ring Spectre lifts Cavenaugh back up with all his might then drops him skull to steel on the steps.]
[CLUNK!]
Crowd: [YEAH!] THAT WAS AWESOME! [Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!] THAT WAS AWESOME! [Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!] THAT WAS AWESOME! [Clap, clap, clap-clap-clap!]
[Rolling Cavenaugh off of the steps and slumping himself over on top of him, Spectre makes a very lazy cover.]
Referee: 1… 2…
Promo: KICK OUT!
Referee: TWO!
Crowd: [Rumbles]
[Both men struggle up to their feet with the Spectre slightly ahead of Cavenaugh, he charges at Cavenaugh with a spear attempt. Mike gets up and over with a leap from that causes Spectre to fall headfirst through the ropes and to the floor. Cavenaugh rolls from the ring and is quickly on the offensive deliver boots to the back of The Spectre as he tries to rise too his feet.]
E.D: Damn it! They already took my table away, now what are they gonna do? Huh? Steal my booze... I mean water? … They better not steal my water!
[Cavenaugh pulls Spectre up by the back of his shirt. Mike slams the head of his opponent into the wooden edge of the ring apron then pulls him out away from the ring. Hooking the head and looping the arm Michael snaps back with a snap suplex on the short back that sends Spectre’s back arching in pain.]
Promo: Those mats have no give at all.
[Snake Eyes remains on the attack pulling Spectre back up he hooks a front face lock, sensing danger Spectre drives forward thrusting Cavenaugh back first into the safety rail. Taking a couple strides back Spectre turns on a dime and charges at Cavenaugh who dives out of the way causing Spectre to slam himself into the guardrail.]
Promo:; Spectre hasn’t been very successful with the charging attacks here tonight, maybe he should give up on them.
[Grabbing his opponent by the wrist Cavenaugh looks too help Spectre away from the guard rail and into a stiff clothesline. Snake Eyes pulls Spectre to his feet once again hooking a front face lock and once again being reversed, this time with a back body drop that sends Cavenaugh down hard to the mats.]
Promo: Spectre just keeps slipping out of that attempted DDT and thank god, we already have one man with scrambled brains whose head is spouting out blood like a sprinkler.
E.D: And I think that’s why he’s going for the DDT. Let's face it, with all this blood loss there’s no way, no way in hell Michael is making it into Grinder tonight, so he’s looking for some payback, he’s looking to take Spectre out of it as well.
[Spectre slinks over to the rings apron but as he begins to climbs back into the ring he’s met with a kidney punch that brings him back down to the floor. Whirling his opponent around to face him Cavenaugh tries for a third time to hook in a DDT and for the third time Spectre tries to escape, once again with a backdrop.]
Promo: Backdrop, NO!
[Cavenaugh legs bounce off the outside of the ropes propelling him downward and right into a DDT as he splatters the skull of The Spectre on the ground, finally.]
E.D: Cavenaugh got his DDT but Spectre does not seem to be bleeding at all.
[Cavenaugh rolls Spectre’s limp body into the ring, quickly following behind he goes for the cover.]
Promo: Spectre’s not moving.
Referee: 1… 2….
[Kick out!]
Promo: He got out!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Referee: TWO!
[Cavenaugh seems unaffected by the lack of a three count as he immediately yanks Spectre up by the hair. Taking a running start he jams his opponent’s face into the steel steps with a bulldog. Once again no blood spills from the head of Spectre but still flows freely from the head of Cavenaugh once again draining him.]
Promo: Michael Casey Cavenaugh is bleeding buckets of blood all over this arena and I have to believe, we have to know that regardless of how much heart and drive he might have, he’s running out of blood and energy and there is just no way he can last much longer in this virtual battle of attrition.
E.D: He probably won’t survive much longer either.
[Spectre rises up from the mat like a movie monster, reaching his feet before the man who delivered the offensive maneuver. The man’s hair purple, his face is still free of red, the same cannot be said for Michael Cavenaugh whom he pulls up by his blood drenched locks, hooking under his arm The Spectre heaves Cavenaugh over the steel steps, across the ring and sends him bouncing out to the floor.]
Promo: He just tossed a two hundred and fifty pound man like he was a rag doll.
[The Spectre ignores his wounded prey on the outside letting him lick his wounds as he picks up the steel steps, moving them too the right side ropes just above where the table still sits unharmed and unused he takes his time in placement, making the positioning just right for whatever his diabolical plan might be.]
Promo: Cavenaugh is struggling his way back into the ring and I don’t think he has any idea what’s waiting for him.
E.D: Well duh stupid, he didn’t see it; he was staring at the mats.
Promo: It’s my job to tell people what they are and aren’t seeing in this match, drink your precious water and shut up.
ED: My job is to talk… mmmm water.
[The Spectre meets Cavenaugh at the ropes grabbing two fists full of hair he drags him into the ring through the top and middle ropes. Cavenaugh tries to pull his opponent’s hands off of his hair. Hooking his toes on the ropes to prevent The Spectre from doing whatever offensive move he has in mind Mike winds up prone. After a sly grin and some preening The Spectre takes notice of his advantage and let’s go of his opponent’s carcass letting him drop face first, unprotected to the mat.]
Promo: That’ll leave a mark.
E.D: Yeah THAT will leave a mark, not the chair shots and steel stair collision but the two foot drop into the mat. I can’t believe they pay you.
[With his opponent now back inside the ring the hard way Spectre once again grabs two fists full of crimson covered hair and drags Cavenaugh towards the stairs he has set up next to the ropes. Mike fires of a shot to the abdomen that bends Spectre over only for a moment before the Purple Haired Freak responds with a stiff knee up under the chin.]
Promo: What is The Spectre thinking here?
E.D: Where he’s gonna get more purple hair dye?
Promo: Maybe but that’s not what I meant.
E.D: Well say what you mean jackass!
[Spectre places Cavenaugh’s head between his thighs looking for a power bomb it seems. Michael blocks by holding the back of The Spectre’s thighs, he pulls up dropping the back of his opponent’s head into the steel he cinches up his legs. Spinning around he looks for a Boston Crab but is countered. With a pop of the hips The Sadistic Nut flips Cavenaugh off of the stairs and sends him crashing down to the mat.]
Promo: These two men refuse to roll over and die and it could very well cost them the Grinder later tonight. Hell Cavenaugh’s already gonna be on the outside of the cage looking in with that gaping wound on his head.
[Spectre rolls from the stairs, crawling over to Cavenaugh both men begin trading shots from their knees.]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Back and forth the two men go blow for blow until the Spectre gains the upper hand with a couple shots in succession. Cavenaugh falls to the mat where Spectre grabs hold of his head and pulls him right back over to the stairs.]
Promo: The Spectre seems to be experiencing some tunnel vision at the moment and if he isn’t successful soon it might wind up costing him this match.
[Jamming The History maker’s head between his thighs Spectre jacks his opponent up into the air from atop the stairs. Cavenaugh unloads a right hand to the forehead of his attacker.]
Promo: Cavenaugh’s fighting back!
[Michael unloads another shot and another but it proves to be in futility as The Spectre steps up and delivers a devastating power bomb that sends Cevnaugh from the ring to the floor and through a table with a CRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUNCH!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: Michael Cavenaugh has just been broken in half and left in a pile of broken bones and shattered dreams! There’s no way, no way on Earth or anywhere else for that matter that Snake Eyes will be able to come back from that utter devastation! He’s not moving!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
[The Spectre collapses too his knees in an attempt to regain his energy he slowly rolls from the ring. Grabbing Cavenaugh he pulls the motionless two hundred and fifty plus pounds of dead weight out of the toothpicks that were once called a table. Spectre throws Cavenaugh up against the ring apron then takes hold of his legs and lifts them up and on top of the apron before pushing Michael back into the ring.]
Promo: Spectre follows Mike into the ring and this pin fall is simply academic at this point.
E.D: What does school have to do with this bloodbath?
Promo: Nothing I meant it’s by the numbers or a foregone conclusion as long as The Spectre makes the cover.
[Rolling Cavenaugh onto his back and making the lateral press Spectre looks for the three count.]
Referee: 1… 2…
Crowd: THREE!
Promo: NO! He got his shoulder up!
Referee: TWO!
[The Spectre, frustrated, goes right back to the cover this time hooking the leg.]
Referee: 1… 2…
Promo: Up again!
Referee: TWO!
[The Spectre immediately goes back into the cover this time hooking both legs and leaning all of his three hundred pounds over the shoulders of Cavenaugh.]
Referee: 1… 2….
Promo: KICK OUT! KICK OUT! KICK OUT!
E.D: One kick out would have been enough.
Referee: TWO!
Crowd: [Stomping]
[The Spectre can’t believe his eyes or ears, pulling his hair out in frustration he climbs up to his feet; pulling his victim up as well he scoops him up over his hip and drills him with a sidewalk slam immediately hooking the leg for the cover.]
Referee: 1… 2…
[Kick out!]
Promo: I think that The Sadistic Nut is about to snap under the frustration.
E.D: I think he snapped along time ago, he’s been trying to kill Cavenaugh for most of the match.
[Yanking Cavenaugh up from the mat, his hands covered in the blood of his opponent, Spectre whips Mike to the ropes looking for a clothesline on the rebound. Snake Eyes ducks under the swinging arm of The Spectre narrowly avoiding a forearm neck tie, Cavenaugh wheels himself around and spinning his purple haired adversary around to face him drills him in the gut with a hard boot. Snatching up the head of the bent over former champion and hooking his leg Cavenaugh lifts The Spectre off the mat and drops him head first into the logo.]
Promo: SNAKE BYTE! SNAKE BYTE! SNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAKKKKKKEE BYYYTE!!!
[Cavenaugh rolls into the cover hooking the leg for added leverage he looks to end the match.]
Referee: 1…. 2…
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Holding his hand still so we can see just how close it actually came to a match ending the referee emphatically thrusts his other hand into the air with two fingers held high as The Spectre narrowly managed to get his right shoulder up off the mat.]
Referee: TWO!
Promo: Look how close that was, you could barely slide a piece of paper between his hand and that mat.
[Cavenaugh pulls Spectre back to his feet quickly locking in another front face lock and hooking the leg once more.]
Promo: He’s going for another one right now and there is no way in hell the Spectre can kick out from two successive Snake Bytes.
[As Cavenaugh lifts for impact The Spectre swings his free leg between the legs of his opponent preventing the moves completion. The weight of the Spectre forces him back down to the mat and into an inside cradle for the pin attempt.]
Referee: 1… 2…
[Kick out!]
Referee: TWO!
[Cavenaugh catches the Spectre off guard with a spear take down, immediately rolling himself out of the ring he shoves a fat fan out of the way and snatches up his chair. Clanging it shut with authority he slides back into the ring just as his opponent is climbing back to his feet, The Spectre is dropped with a chair shot.]
Promo: Scrambled brains and fried brain cells are on the menu after that chair shot.
[Cavenaugh plants the chair into the mat with authority as he pulls barely lucid Spectre up to his feet.]
Promo: He’s going for a Snake Byte on the chair by the looks of it.
[With his opponent set Cavenaugh unloads his third Snake Byte of the match this time he sends his victim headfirst into a steel folding chair. Rolling into the cover and hooking both legs.]
Referee: 1… 2… 3... No... No!
Promo: He got out of it!
Referee: Only TWO!
Crowd: This is awesome! [Clap Clap clap-clap-clap] This is awesome! [Clap Clap clap-clap-clap] This is awesome! [Clap Clap clap-clap-clap]
[As if no more then a sporadic muscle spasm, Spectre’s shoulder flinched just enough to come up off the mat and avoid the pin fall. Cavenaugh’s face is red with frustration as he delves into uncharted waters, scaling the ropes slowly and tentatively.]
Promo: Cavenaugh is going up top? This is no man’s land for BACW’s Living Legend.
Crowd: Snake! Snake! Snake!
[Pausing half way up to clear the blood from his face and gain his composure, Michael Cavenaugh steps gingerly onto the top rope attempting to steady himself he is clearly off balance. As he finally steadies himself on the top, he has taken too long as The Spectre has regained his legs and swept the feet from beneath Cavenaugh causing him to fall awkwardly to the side with his chest crashing down across the bolt between turnbuckle and post.]
Promo: That knocked the wind out of Snake and may have cracked a rib or two in the process.
[Getting back to his feet after collapsing to the mat The Spectre clubs several forearm smashes to the back of the neck of the helpless Cavenaugh then proceeds to climb to the second rope adjacent to Cavenaugh. The crowd stand to their feet bewildered at what’s about to happen they stand eagerly in anticipation of the outcome of these two men’s venture to the ropes.]
E.D: I can’t believe that fat fuck is up on the middle rope with Michael Cavenaugh. These two might break the ropes under all that weight.
Promo: Chris Ross climbs them regularly so I think we’ll be okay.
[Lifting Cavenaugh up from the turn buckle The Spectre uses brute strength and force to get him up across his shoulder. As horror crosses the face of his opponent, Spectre grabs hold of the head with the back of his opponent’s neck over top of his shoulder and his feet dangling the Purple Haired Freak leaps from the second rope, crashing to the mat as Cavenaugh’s neck snaps down across his shoulder.]
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: GUILLOTINE! MEGAGUILLOTINE!! From the MIDDLE ROPE! OOOOOHH MYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
[Gathering himself and quickly forging a cover, the Spectre looks to end the match once and for all.]
Referee: 1… 2… 3!!!!!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
E.D: There no doubt about that one.
Promo:; He did it, he took it to another level and came out on top The Spectre just defeated a BACW Living Legend and has etched his name right up their next to that of David “Obsidian” Vance, Eddy Outlaw, Ric Righteous and the very man he just defeated, Michael “Snake Eyes” Cavenaugh as one of the greatest of ALL time!
[Spectre rises from the ashes and ascends the turnbuckle in celebration of his victory.]
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Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match… THE SPECTRE!
[Marco-Polo! [Part 13]:
[Suddenly, the lights snap out in what is an all too familiar sight these days and the video wall lights up, this time the X’s are simply a single red X. The X disappears from the screen and is replaced by a series of words and phrases but they are different, though not completely.]
“BROKEN SOCIETY”
“SHATTERED EXISTENCE”
“TATTERED CHILDHOOD”
“FALSE IDOLS”
“WHERE’D ALL THE HEROES GO?”
“RESPECT US”
“FEAR US”
“FALLING MEN”
“WE’RE HERE TO SAVE YOU”
“WE’VE COME TO ENLIGHTEN YOU”
“YOUR DREAM IS A LIE”
“YOUR WORLD IS FAKE”
“WE’RE HERE TO CAST A LIGHT UPON THE TRUTH”
“THE REVOLUTION IS IMMINENT”
“THE MOVEMENT IS IN MOTION”
“OPPOSE US AND FALL”
“FALLEN MEN”
“A PARADISE LOST”
“THE PROJECT IS COMPLETE”
“YOU’RE NOT WITH US”
“YOU’RE AGAINST US”
“THE FALL OF MAN”
“PARADISE LOST”
“PROJECT X”
[The screen goes to static then an image replaces the black screen and white words the image is easily identifiable and recognized by all the fans in attendance. The image confirms all suspicions of The Spectre and others in BACW as it’s an image of the BACW Heavyweight title held by several men in black ski masks as they begin to cackle the screen cuts back to static and then back too black, words once again scrawl.]
“We walk among your heroes, undetected. We lead those of you who are sheep to the slaughter, free your mind or be destroyed.”
“All those who oppose us will be broken like our lives and dreams.”
“yourdreamisalie.blogspot.com”
[The screen goes blank and the lights come up, in the ring, face down on the mat, blood still gushing from his head is a hog tied and gagged Mike Cavenaugh.]
Promo: The Living Legend has become yet another victim of these hooligans and I guess that rules him out as a suspect. But as I’ve just noticed, our dear friends that were seated behind us are conspicuous by their absence. Security really needs to keep an eye out, they’re full throttle here tonight and they seem to be in full force.
ED: I think I just pissed my pants.
Promo: Well as yet another person is tended to in the ring tonight let’s throw it to the back.
[Inside the ring and holding a steel chair, an exhausted Spectre can't believe he just missed his chance to get a piece of the mysterious Project X. Looking up at the ovaltron, the cryptic message continues to flash.]
Crack the code and be prepared: Here is your hint!
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