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NUTS!: [Part 7]

[Wrapping up her microphone, the xZone crew hears a loud engine and fishtailing around the corner, a blue Honda Accord roars through the metal gates coming to a screeching halt.]

Candice Hoffman: Don't wrap it up yet boys, look it's that nut job Ross! Someone cue Woods and tell him we need a feed back here ASAP!

[Hopping out is Chris Ross with a lead pipe in his hand and he is immediately met by xZone Reporter Candice Hoffman.]

Candice Hoffman: We are on? [Pause] Let's roll boys! [Flagging the big man down] Chris hey Chris can I get a word in with you?

[Chris clutches the pipe sighing.]

Chris Ross: Make it fast; my head is killing me from all the rage I have locked up just for Batee!

Candice Hoffman: I have Ritalin...

Chris Ross: [Confused] WHAT?

Candice Hoffman: Nothing... Never mind.

Chris Ross: [Scratches his head in complete confusion] ...

Candice Hoffman: Well the media has been buzzing about the huge brawl you and Kimo had in the parking lot this month. You both went to the hospital and your dad even left Kimo there for dead! Are we missing something?

[Ross instantly gets inches away from Candice's face.]

Chris Ross: I whooped that bitch's ass in the parking lot of Manhattan, New York and got arrested. No one got enough of The Hawaiian Phenomenon at The Grinder so fans got there money's worth outside.

Candice Hoffman: But you guys were by yourself?

Chris Ross: WHAT!

Candice Hoffman: I'm sorry, your voices must of have been there too...

Chris Ross: Another wise crack like that Candice and I'll ram my totem pole into your teepee!

Candice Hoffman: You're right Chris, enough of the fooling around, let's get down to business! Do you have any comments before your match?

[Ross continues to look at Candice in a puzzled manner.]

Candice Hoffman: Hello!!? Travis Zahn?

Chris Ross: Travis who?!

Candice Hoffman: Zahn?

Chris Ross: Look Candice I don't know who this clown is I'm fighting but I got bigger things to worry about. One being me cracking Mr. Batee's skull open with this pipe. And the other is to raise as much hell as possible because I am in a pissed off mood and could very well rip the roof off this place. In matter of fact...

Worker: Hey aren't you... [Ross takes the man by his collar.] HEY!! NO!!!v [SMACK!]

Worker: [GAH!]

Candice Hoffman: Oh my god Chris!!! You just threw one of our set directors into a concrete wall! Someone get a doctor for Jason Deadmen!

Chris Ross: Thank you Mrs. State the Obvious!

[As one of the seconds runs to call for help, Ross still has plenty on his mind.]

Chris Ross: Now you know the kind of mood I'm in! I don't give a damn who gets hurt tonight! And for your own safety I suggest you get the fuck away from me before you become another victim in The Islander's Crusade!

[Ross looks over and sees a sign that says Batee's limo on the driver's side window. Clutching the lead pipe, Ross looks as if he's about to swing it but stops.]

Chris Ross: No... Anyone can do that...

[Dropping the pipe, Ross bends down and grips the bottom of the limo. In a seemingly inhuman feat of strength, Chris flips Batee's limo over onto its roof letting and lets out a lions roar.]

[CRUUUNCH!]

Chris Ross: [Trying to catch his breath] Now that's... something... only a Phenomenon can do...

[Picking up his lead pipe from the floor, Ross walks back into the building not willing to finish his interview.]

Candice Hoffman: Well this is Candice Hoffman your Sexy X-Zone Reporter... And if... AAAAH!HHH!!!!

Chris Ross: SHUT UP!

[Back into the shot, Ross has taken the microphone from Candice.]

Chris Ross: One last thing NAWA! The name is Chris Ross...

[Pause]

Ross & Crowd: AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT!!!

[Ross tosses the microphone against a wall breaking into pieces before entering the building for good.]

Candice Hoffman: We should really carry guns from now on... Back to you Mi...

[Suddenly the rumbling of a motor is heard once again in the background.]

Candice Hoffman: JESUS ROSS HAS A TANK! RUN TO THE HILLS!

[Diving behind a dumpster and putting her hands over her ear, one of the production assistant's points out to Candice that it's merely another wrestler entering the parking lot area.]

Candice Hoffman: [Sigh] Sometimes I really hate this job! [Fixing her hair] Okay help me up and let's see if we can get a word in with whoever this is.

[In the background you can see and hear the people who don't have tickets for tonight's event chanting behind the restricted area.]

Fan: BAC FN' DUB-YA! BAC FN' DUB-YA! BAC FN' DUB-YA!

[The camera pans low, at floor board level. As it comes to a stop, the camera rises up and tries to get a look inside the window, but due to the tint, we are unable to get even the slightest clue of who it might be.]

Fan: Get out of the car!!

[Someone screams from the crowd as others join in with applause and laughter. Suddenly, the door opens as the camera steps backwards and a man steps out.]

Crowd: [Pop!]

Rolling The Dice: [Part 8]

[“The Diceman” Travis Zahn.]

Crowd: B-W-A! B-W-A! B-W-A!

[Zahn steps out, dressed in a teal long sleeved dress shirt, black Dockers, and matching black dress shoes. His hair is pulled into a pony tail as he steps to the side, allowing the driver to move past and grab his bag from the trunk. Travis grabs the bag and hands the driver what appears to be a $50 bill from his pocket as the driver smiles widely. Travis begins to head to the arena entrance, smiling and strutting to his own tune.]

Crowd: B-W-A! B-W-A! B-W-A!

[Suddenly from the side comes Candice Hoffman and her clicking high heels. With her fun bags jiggling from side to side due to lack of chest support, she sets up shop as Travis walks right into her web.]

Candice Hoffman: Hello fan-boys and fan-girls! Once again I'm your sexy on the scene X-Zone reporter Candice Hoffman, and coming right at me is one of BWA's most accomplished wrestlers! Travis can we get a word in with you for X-Zone?

Travis Zahn: Sure thing love.

Candice Hoffman: Love? You don't have a chemical imbalance or like to carry pipes do you?

Travis Zahn: No to the first question, and the only pipe I carry is in my pants.

Candice Hoffman: I see! [Batting her eyes] Tonight you have a title match against BACW's Heavyweight champion Spectre so I have to ask, win, lose or draw, what do plan on accomplishing before this night is over?

Travis Zahn: [Sly grin] Grabbing more gold.

Fans: [We love your Travis!]

Travis Zahn: [Looking over Hoffman's shoulder] I love you too... [Confused look] Sir.

Crowd: [Laughter]

Travis Zahn: I would love to chat but I'm late for my match. Gotta go little lady.

[With one wave of the hand, Zahn disappears through the door and Candice is left with a bit of a tingle in her belly.]

Candice Hoffman: What a hunk! [Daydreaming pause]

Cameraman: CANDICE!

Candice Hoffman: ...Oh yeah! I'm your sexy on the scene X-Zone reporter Candice Hoffman saying, if you're going to be THAT quick, then at least look as handsome as Jeff Harris! Back to you Michael!

[Reforming inside the arena, we focus in on ring announcer Felix Martinez.]

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

BACW Heavyweight Championship - Tables are Legal: [Part 9]
Spectre (c)
Vs.
Jeff Harris

Felix Martinez: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is for BACW's Heavyweight championship!

Crowd: [POP!]

Felix Martinez: Now making his way to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada; he weighs in at 285 pounds and is the New York State Heavyweight Champion! Ladies and gentleman I give you "All F'n That" Jeffrey James Harris!

Crowd: [POP!]

["So Hott" by Kid Rock starts and as the fans burst into frenzy, the music plays for a full minute before an awesome display of pyrotechnics go off around the stage.]

[BOOM!] [BOOM!] [BOOM!]

Crowd: A-T-F! A-T-F! A-T-F!

[Jeff Harris finally appears at the stage causing the rowdy fans to start chant of "AFT" and raising the New York State Championship up high before walking down the ramp, he slaps a few hands on his way to ringside. As he gets to the bottom of the ramp he walks up the ring steps and steps over the top rope into the ring. The big Australian then climbs the turnbuckles and poses for the crowd for a couple of minutes, before jumping to the centre of the ring.

Michael Woods: I hope Jeff goes on the attack whenever he can.

Vinny Capone: That guy gets dressed like Superman!

Michael Woods: Perhaps the segment was pre taped?

Vinny Capone: Holy Sopranos!

Michael Woods: There's a few seconds of my life I will never get back.

[The lights go out and "Memphisto" by Depeche Mode blares throughout the arena.]

Crowd: [BOO!]

[An eerie purple glow and an ominous fog fill the arena as the seven-time BACW Heavyweight Champion, The Spectre, makes his way down to the ringside area with the new BACW Heavyweight Title wrapped around his waist. He brings with him a stretcher that he wheels down to the ring. A sick and devious grin is plastered across his face as he looks up towards the ring and down at the stretcher.]

Fan: You suck Spectre!

[Spectre places the stretcher near the ringside area, and begins to laugh sadistically. He steps into the ring and nods his head in approval listening to and accepting the crowd's boos. He holds the title proudly over his head, showing it off to the rowdy sellout crowd.]

Vinny Campone: Why the stretcher?

Michael Woods: I assume it's to play a mind game, but I would be surprised if Spectre actually used it against Harris.

Vinny Campone: I agree, why use a stretcher when you can use a table.

Michael Woods: Well in this match Vinny, just about anything and anyone around the ringside area including timekeepers and cable guys can be used as weapon.

Vinny Campone: Even me?

Michael Woods: I can only hope.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Felix Martinez: And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring, the winner of the 2008 Grinder and NEW BACW Heavyweight Champion weighing in at 299 pounds and residing in The Deepest Corners of Your Mind...He is, The Sadistic Nut....THE SPECTRE!!!

Crowd: [BOO!]

Referee: [Looking at Spectre] Ready? [Look at Harris] Are you Ready? [Slapping his hands] Let's get it on!

[Shedding his title and charging into the center of the ring, Spectre immediately unloads with a fury of attacks on Harris that backing him up into the corner.]

Crowd: [BOO!]

Michael Woods: Spectre plays to the hostile crowd and then continues by knocking Harris back into the same corner with a shoulder block to the midsection.

Jeff Harris: [OH!]

Referee: Do you want to quit Jeff?

[Harris shakes his head no and reverses position throwing Spectre against the turnbuckle in his place. Harris toughens up and snapping out his fist, starts throwing nose cracking punches! Into the opposite corner and charging forward... Avalanche connects and Spectre is winded! Staggering out of the corner, Harris throws Spectre back into the turnbuckle by his purple hair.]

Michael Woods: The champion is being smothered!

Crowd: [Let's go Jeff! - Let's go! Let's go Jeff! - Let's go! Let's go Jeff! - Let's go!]

Michael Woods: Spectre may be in some trouble here as the older Harris seems to be not bothered by the champion's massive size.

Vinny Campone: The crowd is trying to help Harris but Spectre is going to be in real trouble if Jeff gets his motor running full throttle.  

[Harris from across the ring sees an opening and charging towards Spectre, the purple haired freak moves to the side. Harris stops short catching himself from running into the turnbuckle and Jeff unloads with a super kick from behind that sends Spectre into the corner with a THUD for a third time! The dazed Spectre slumps back into the corner as Harris runs half way across the ring. Turning around and playing to the crowd, Harris darts towards Spectre and leaping into the air, lands on the top of the turnbuckle straddling the champion's head.]  

Michael Woods: What is he going to do?

Vinny Campone: Can I say that on TV?!

Michael Woods: Huh?  

Vinny Campone: Never mind.

[Harris comes off wrapping both legs around Spectre's neck and that move sends the champion flipping toward the logo, leaving them both in a pin!]

Referee: 1... 2...

Vinny Campone: Quick kick out by Spectre and the referee barely had time to count.  

Crowd: [BOO!]

Michael Woods: What an amazing match thus far for Harris!  

[Off the cover, Harris motions to the fans as he marches around the ring clapping his hands and stomping his feet. Spectre staggers upright and with Jeff not paying attention, and unloads with a clothesline from the side.]  

Promo: Here comes Spectre and pulling Harris off the canvas, this isn't good for the challenger. Spectre with a release suplex! Spectre with a follow up leg drop! Mounted punches and now it's Harris who is in trouble!

Crowd: Spectre! Spectre! Spectre!

Referee: Stop hitting him with a closed fist!

Spectre: Shaaaad UP!

Crowd: [Laughter]

Vinny Campone: This crowd is slowly becoming pro Spectre and the champion is starting to gain momentum!

[Off the canvas by the hair comes Harris and tossing him into the ropes, here comes Jeff on the rebound.]

Michael Woods: Power slam connects!

Vinny Campone: Spectre with the press!

Referee: 1... 2... Kick out!

Crowd: [OH!]

[Leaving Harris on the canvas, Spectre backs up into the ropes with a two step and tumbling forward, misses the mark with another leg drop. Harris wobbles to his feet and trying to circle Spectre, tries to use what's left of his speed to his advantage.]

Michael Woods: Harris spins into a heel kick and it connects right to the side of Spectre’s head. The champion staggers backwards shocked by the quickness of his opponent, but the challenger goes right back on the offensive with a drop kick to the knee.

Jeff Harris: [Crippling onto the logo] AAH!!!

Vinny Campone: Down goes Harris!

Michael Woods: Harris surprises the champion with that move but the question I have is can he sustain this offense for the duration of the match?

Vinny Campone: Perhaps Woody, I just don't know.

Michael Woods: Please stop calling me Woody!

Vinny Campone: Why?

Michael Woods: It just sounds so dirty.  

[Spectre catches his breath, and this gives time for Jeff to sweep his legs. Latching in an arm bar, Harris takes control over the tempo of the match once again. Spectre screams out in pain as Jeremy adjusts himself wrenching the arm upwards almost in chicken wing like fashion.]

Michael Woods: Spectre needs to get to the ropes.

Vinny Campone: He's trying!

Crowd: [Spectre! Spectre! Spectre!]

Spectre: UGH!

Referee: Foot on the ropes, break the hold!

Crowd: [POP!]

Michael Woods: Spectre gets his boot on the nylon and the ref calls for the break. Harris with a clean release stands up waiting for Spectre to get back into the neutral position

[Harris can't believe it and he's now laying into Spectre with lefts and rights. Spectre fights back delivering a knee to the midsection and doubling over, puts Harris back into the purple haze.]

Michael Woods: He's up and pulling Harris to his feet, Spectre is calling for the Guillotine finisher [modified widow's peak]!

Vinny Campone: NO!

[Spectre with a vicious drop down to both knees but Harris wiggles out of the move completely avoiding the champion's finisher. Round house to the back of the head by Harris puts Spectre back into La La Land and dropping down to all fours; Harris uses this time to regain his strength.]

Vinny Campone: Harris could be fading!

  Michael Woods: I see that but Spectre is still in trouble but you have to admit Vin, this older star had his opponent well scouted. Harris made a promise and come hell or high water, he's trying to make it come true.

Vinny Campone: What promise was that?

Promo: To win BACW's Heavyweight crown on the first try!  

[Strolling around the ring Harris watches as Spectre gets to one knee, and running against the ropes, Jeff hits Spectre with a picture perfect spear!]

Spectre: [UGH!]

Crowd: Let's go Spectre! Let's go Spectre! Let's go Spectre!

Michael Woods: The crowd is on their feet and they know what is coming next.

Vinny Campone: Smelly arm pit?

Michael Woods: [Ignoring Vinny] Harris gets down near Spectre’s feet and locks in the ATF [modified cross face]!]

Crowd: [Stomping]

Referee: Spectre do you want to give up?

Spectre: [Flem hanging from his jowls] NO!!!

Michael Woods: Spectre is mere inches from the ropes but the question is...

Vinny Campone: HE GOT THEM!

Referee: Break the hold!

Jeff Harris: [Pounding the canvas] DAMN!

[With Spectre struggling to his feet, Harris connects with a deafening ear slap and backing up into the opposite corner, charges forward unleashing the gates of hell with a killer high knee. The impact is so brutal that it instantly breaks Spectre's nose and sends him toppling through the ropes.]

Crowd: [OH!]

[THUD!]

Referee: 1... 2... 3...

Michael Woods: The blood flows liberally down the chest of the champion and I'm not sure he even knows where he is!

Referee: 6... 7... 8...

Vinny Campone: Spectre falls backwards snapping the skirt of the ring and holy stromboli...

Referee: TEN!

Vinny Campone: Spectre just lost!

Referee: Ring the bell!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Michael Woods: Into the squared circle comes ring announcer Felix Martinez and I'm shocked!

Jeff Harris: Harris has definitely proved to me tonight that he's the real deal!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Felix Martinez: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match by a count out, Jeff Harris!

Jeff Harris: [Thrusting his arms in the air] YES! Where the belt! Give me the title!

Crowd: [BOO!]

Jeff Harris: Be quiet!

Crowd: [Louder BOO!]

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Felix Martinez: Unfortunately, the title cannot change hands via a count out, so still your BACW Heavyweight champion, The Spectre!

Crowd: [POP!]

Michael Woods: You have to be kidding me!

Vinny Campone: Looks like Spectre got a reprieve.

Michael Woods: Harris jumps down from the turnbuckle and oh no, he's got the referee by his shirt.

Jeff Harris: I want my belt you son of a bitch! What do you...

Michael Woods: LOOK OUT!

[CRACK!]

Jeff Harris: [AOUGH!]

[THUMP!]

[Connecting with a steel shot from behind, a blood covered Spectre looks to exact his revenge. Lifting Harris up and trying to pull his head from his body, Spectre executes a decapitating Guillotine.]

[SNAP!]

Spectre: AAAAAAAH!!!!

Crowd: [WOW!]

Michael Woods: Spectre has completely lost it!

Vinny Campone: Do you really think he's still a virgin?

Michael Woods: [Pounds his head on the table a few times.] ...

[Off the canvas and over his shoulder comes a groggy Harris and leaping into the air, Spectre drives his point home with a running power slam onto the dented chair.]

Referee: What are you doing? The match is over!?

Spectre: Get out of my way!

[THUMP!]

Referee: [OOO!]

[Throwing the referee into the corner like a rag doll, the champion then lifts and tosses Harris over the top ropes sending in right onto the stretcher. Tumbling to the floor, the stretcher fall on top of Harris and stepping over the top rope with the blood still gushing from his nose, Spectre points down at his fallen angel. Double axe handle off the apron connects and picking up one of the camera chords, Spectre stops to smell the extreme by practically chocking Harris half to death.]

Jeff Harris: [Spews blood from his mouth] ...

Michael Woods: Yanking the stretcher upright once again, Spectre straps Harris to the gurney and wheeling it up to the top of the ramp looks back towards the fans with a sadistic gaze.

Vinny Campone: You don't think he would...

Michael Woods: Think! He's going...

Spectre: [Pushing the stretcher off the side of the ramp] DIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

[BOOM!]

[CRACKLE!]

[SIIIIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZLE!]

[POP!]

Crowd: [OH!] Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

[Pushing the stretcher off the 15 foot stage with Harris strapped to it, the New York State champion crashes into mound of electrical wire. The amplifiers crash onto his helpless body and as the smoke rises, we lose all site of Jeff Harris.]

Michael Woods: Out from the back come the seconds, medical team, and folks, this doesn't look too good for the New York State champion. He has literally been fried like a chicken wing at KFC!

Vinny Campone: I told you Spectre was going to snap!

Michael Woods: Mr. Batee should be disgusted with his champion's antics here tonight and fully expect Spectre to be fined or even suspended! You just can't toss people into live electrical cables because you lost a match!

Vinny Campone: [Shakes his head] This is BACW you're talking about Woody. If anything is going to happen to Spectre, look for him to get a raise.

Michael Woods: [Shuffles papers] Folks, our first title match is in the books and it's time to take a break. But when we return, it's the NAWA World Tag Team championship on the line when BACW's Face of Perfection looks to etch their name in our history books as they take on the CASW's tag champs, Picante Macho. We'll see you in a few!

Vinny Campone: Smell that?

Michael Woods: Did you fart?

Vinny Campone: No, that's Jeff's flesh!