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Busy Beavers: [Part 10]

[Exuwa is shown holding onto a mysterious bag while Mike cracks his neck. Looking up at his children the father of disfigurement shouts.]

Exuwa: Boys you have a big night tonight. You face the current CASW tag team champions for the right to call yourself the NAWA World Tag Team champions.

[Mike nods his head as he drinks his water.]

Mike Turner: We know all of this already. Why don’t you go find our locker room?

Exuwa: Speak to me again in that tone, and I'll skin you alive!

Mike Turner: Easy pop, I was just joking.

[Not amused, Exuwa walks off as Mike sees Mr. Batee now walking down the hall way. Looking to see if his father is out of ears distance Mike whispers to himself.

Mike Turner: Just who I was hoping to bump into.

[Taking a slow trot he raises.]

Mike: Bats! Got a sec?

Mr. Batee: [Mumbling] Please don't let it be Ross... Please don't let it be Ross... Please don't let it be Ross... Please don't let it be Ross... Please don't let it be Ross... Please don't let it be Ross... Please don't let it be Ross... Please don't let it be Ross...

[Mr. Batee stops in his dead in his tracks and turns to see the smiling Mike Turner.]

Mr. Batee: [Sigh!] Mr. Turner, I am a tab bit busy right now so this is just going to have to wait.

[Mr. Batee turns around to see Pete standing behind him.]

Mr. Batee: HEY! Jesus Pete! You almost made me piss myself!

[Cracking his knuckles.]

Pete Turner: I think you have a minute or two to talk with your good old buddies right?

[Mr. Batee nods his head as he slowly sits on a near by crate.]

Mr. Batee: Sure, why the hell not! Now if you don’t mind, I am going to just sit here.

Mike Turner: We have wanted to know why you brought in Project X.

Pete: [Interrupting] When we say we it is meant the whole BACW. You think it over and you can get it back to us.

[Mike steps up and grabs Mr. Batee by his shirt standing him up and then turns as he walks right into “Lone Wolf” Jeremy King.]

Jeremy King: There a problem here boss?

Mr. Batee: I don't think so Jeremy. These guys were just looking to get some advice on how to de-uglify.

Jeremy King: You may want to go to your office we have been looking out for McClain there has been a few people reporting seeing him around the arena.

Mr. Batee: Wonderful! What's next, I'm wrestling in the main event? Do me a favor Jeremy, stay with these guys and ask them what they need.

Pete & Mike: Bye Batee!

Pete Turner: Nice talking to you!

[Mr. Batee walks off down the hall as Jeremy gets in Mike and Pete’s faces.]

Jeremy King: You two don’t fool me one bit. I have my eye on you and at the first sign of trouble I will have you escorted form the building.

[Hearing the quarrel Batee stops dead in his tracks and re enters the scene.

Mr. Batee: Let them be Jeremy, these fine boys have a world title to win for our region. Don't you fellas?

Jeremy King: [Chuckles] Come on boss, like I said, there have been a few McClain sightings and I want make sure you're in the most secure place possible. We have voices, people lurking in the shadows, not to mention Ross just destroyed Shawn Ryder's limo about 45 minutes ago.

Mr. Batee: The name tag trick work!!!

Jeremy King: Like a charm!

Mr. Batee & Jeremy King: [Laugh out loud.]

Mr. Batee: Oh what would I ever do with you?

Pete Turner: [Under his breath] Be a pitcher instead of a catcher?

Mr. Batee: WHAT?

Mike Turner: [Snickers]

Mr. Batee: I got my eye on your boys! [DiNero fingers to the eyes.]

[Fading out, we rejoin our ring announcer Felix Martinez for the next contest.]

NAWA World Tag Team Championship: [Part 11]
Face of Perfection
Vs.
Picante Macho

[DING! DING! DING!]

Felix Martinez: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is for the NAWA World Tag Team championship!

Crowd: [POP!]

[DING! DING! DING!]

Felix Martinez: Entering the ring, they are the CASW Tag Team champions! Freddy Mercury and Tony Fabrizzio - Picante Macho!

Crowd: [POP!]

Felix Martinez: And their opponents...

[“Low Life” by: Kid Rock hits the PA system as Exuwa makes his way out to the top of the ramp. Down the ring and sliding under the ropes, he snatches the microphone from Martinez.]

Exuwa: Morons and hypocrites, I give you the future tag gods of the NAWA. Weighing in at a combined weight of 575lbs from Boyd , Texas - THE FACE OF PERFECTION.

[Mike and Pete emerge in silk pants that say FoP down the side. The letters shine in gold as they walk down the ramp mocking the people with each step. Mike and Pete look on at their opponents as they stand on the bottom rope and raise their hands high in the air.]

Michael Woods: So tell me Vinny, does the FoP have a weakness?

Vinny Campone: If I had to pick one, it would that they are facing a new team that has a few unknowns in Picante Macho.

Michael Woods: What about strengths?

Vinny Campone: The Face of Perfection is known for their quick tags and this will definitely confuse the slow Picante Machos.

Michael Woods: Well it appears we are ready, so hold onto your seats folks, it's the NAWA World Tag Team championship up for grabs!

Referee: Ring the bell!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Crowd: [Rumbles.]

Michael Woods: It appears to be Pete Turner and Freddy Santana who are going to start this thing off and... And wait a minute... Is Pete lying down for Santana?

Vinny Campone: Freddy should just make the cover, but you know this could be the old bait and switch right?

Michael Woods: Maybe Pete's injured?

[Cautiously getting to one knee, Freddy hooks the leg.]

Referee: 1... 2...

Michael Woods: As expected, it's Mike Turner into the ring breaking up the count and dragging Freddy back into their corner, Pete gives Rocky the middle finger.

Vinny Campone: Can't say I didn't see it coming.

Rocky Fabrizzio: YO REF! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

Referee: Get back in your corner!

Crowd: [BOO!]

Michael Woods: Listen to protests coming from Rocky Fabrizzio and the fans.

Vinny Campone: Picante Macho needs to be much smarter.

Michael Woods: Climbing to the outside, Mike reaches in and kicks Freddy right in the center of his chest.

Crowd: [BOO!]

Referee: TAG!

Michael Woods: Mike Turner steps over the ropes and pushing Freddy into the ropes with an Irish whip, unleashes a HUGE clothesline!

Vinny Campone: Santana is down, and once again, here comes Rocky Fabrizzio and he doesn't appear to be happy.

Referee: [Grabbing Rocky's shoulder] GET OUT OF THE RING!

Rocky Fabrizzio: What about them!

Michael Woods: He better look out!

[THUD!]

Crowd: [BOO!]

[HUGE clothesline topples a distracted Rocky through the ropes and down onto the concrete floor.

Crowd: [Continued boos!]

Vinny Campone: Freddy won't be able to take both men on at the same time! But then again...

Michael Woods: Was that your outside voice?

[Staggering to his feet, Freddy puts Mike down with an elbow smash over the ropes to the back of the head! Rolling Mike back into the ring, Picante Macho starts to heat up.]

Vinny Campone - Mike Turner falls to his hands and knees, obviously in pain and look out, here comes a revived Freddy!

Michael Woods - Mike crawls through Freddy's legs and he's going to make the tag!

Referee: [TAG!]

Crowd: [BOO!]

Referee: [TAG!]

Crowd: [YEAH!]

Michael Woods: The Face of Perfection makes the tag but so does Picante Macho!

[Pete and Rocky collide shoulder to shoulder and both men fall through the ropes and are now mixing it up on the outside of the ring. The referee is slowly losing control over this contest and down goes Pete from a hard right hand!]

Crowd: Let's go Pi-cante! Let's go Pi-cante! Let's go Pi-cante!

Michael Woods: Rocky grabs Pete by the neck, and pulling him to his feet, whips him into the apron with a back breaking crunch!

Pete Turner: [Arching] AAARGH!!!!

Vinny Campone: Follow up knee to the gut by Rocky and the big man only knows one gear; FULL THROTTLE!

Michael Woods: Pete bends over trying to catch his breath but it's a no look scissor kick and Pete is down once again! Off the small mats and rolling Pete back into the ring, Rocky goes for the quick cover.

Referee: 1.. KICK OUT!!!

Crowd: [OH!]

Vinny Campone: Is Rocky Fabrizzio smirking? He's one cocky S.O.B., ain't he?

Michael Woods: That's why these guys are going to be tag champs here in NAWA in just a few moments.

Vinny Campone: Here comes Freddy but the referee stops him forcing Santana back into his corner and Freddy is furious!

Referee: No tag!

Freddy Santana: WHAT!!!

Pete Turner: [Holding his back in pain] Get him out of the ring referee!

Vinny Campone: Pete is demanding Freddy be removed from the ring and he really needs to turn around!

Michael Woods: HERE COMES Rocky and whipping Pete into the ropes...

Crowd: [OH!]

Vinny Campone: FLYING CLOTHESLINE and Pete practically does a complete flip in the air!

Crowd: [POP!]

Michael Woods: Freddy distracted the referee long enough for the move to occur and I think the macho men are going to do it!

Vinny Campone: Look at Pete, he's barely moved since he got hit and Rocky gives the thumbs up to Freddy for the inadvertent help.

Michael Woods: Now that's psychological warfare!

Vinny Campone: To be successful you must be able to get into your opponent's head.

Referee: [TAG!]

[Rocky yanks Pete to his feet and pulling him over to Freddy, makes the legal tag. Rocky goes to the outside as Freddy begins to land a couple shots on Pete's jaw. He stops, grabs Pete and whips him into the corner with a thud! Freddy charges but Pete moves and he slams into the turnbuckle chest first.]

Michael Woods: Ouch.

Vinny Campone: Freddy stumbles from the corner and Pete drills him into the canvas with a desperation reverse neck breaker.

Crowd: [OOO!]

Michael Woods: Shoulders to the canvas!

Referee: 1... 2...

Crowd: [OH!]

Vinny Campone: KICK OUT!!!

Michael Woods: Both men back to their feet and Pete strikes first with a huge thrust kick.

Vinny Campone: Freddy sees stars!

Michael Woods: Pete walks over to his corner and points at Mike.

Crowd: [BOO!]

Pete Turner: SHUT UP!

[He reaches out for the tag but Rocky knocks Mike off the apron and the crowd explodes with loud cheers.]

Crowd: [YEAH!]

Michael Woods: This is turning into a handicap match. This is NOT fair to Pete Turner but I love it!

Vinny Campone: Pete turns around...and gets a face full of boot as Freddy drop kicks him into the corner.

Michael Woods: Mike Turner slammed his head on the guardrail when he fell off the apron a few minutes ago and he might be out cold! Mike really needs to get up.

Vinny Campone: Freddy climbs the corner turnbuckles and dropping a leg across Pete's throat, begins to lay into Pete with punches in bunches.

Crowd: Let's go Pi-cante! Let's go Pi-cante! Let's go Pi-cante!

Michael Woods: The crowd is going crazy!

Let's go Pi-cante! Let's go Pi-cante! Let's go Pi-cante!

[Freddy gets up and grabs Pete, pulling him out of the corner. Irish whip across the ring into the other corner where Rocky takes hold of Pete's hair.]

Referee: [TAG!]

Vinny Campone: Into the ring comes Rocky and he elbows an exhausted Pete right in the chops!

Crowd: [POP!]

Michael Woods: Rocky takes Pete by the head and WOW! He just drop kicked him through the ropes and both FoP members are now out of the ring.

Referee: 7... 8... 9....

Michael Woods: Beating the count, both FoP members barely get back in the ring as Rocky closes in fast. Coming to the center of the ring, Pete and Rocky engage in a stare down but Pete is obviously the weaker of the two.

Vinny Campone: Hold on! Freddy is climbing into the ring for a double team but the ref is quick to stop him.

Referee: GET OUT OF THE RING!

Michael Woods: Here comes Mike Turner and Picante Macho is getting a taste of their own medicine!

[He grabs Rocky from behind and motions for Pete to attack Freddy. Mike steps back, and jumping forward, hits the referee with a killer super kick.]

Mike: SHIT!

Crowd: [NO!]

Michael Woods: OH MY GOD!!!

Vinny Campone: Mike just kicked the referee in the face and here come Exuwa with a chair!

[WHACK!]

Michael Woods: Freddy wobbles to his feet and Exuwa unloads with the chair shot heard round the world! Rocky tries to come to his aid but gets a taste of steel. Mike and Pete lift Rocky into their Imperfection finisher!

[BOOM!]

Vinny Campone: Exuwa discards the chair and rolls from the ring! This can't be happening!

Michael Woods: It is and The Turners are smiling! The referee gazes up through foggy eyes and pounding the canvas.

Referee: 1... 2...

Vinny Campone: Rocky kicked out!!!

Crowd: [YEAH!]

Michael Woods: No it's over!!!

Vinny Campone: Mike pulled Rocky up?

Exuwa: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

Michael Woods: Exuwa is furious!

Vinny Campone: Back up to the ropes and this time Exuwa slides in the flattened chair!

Michael Woods: Here it comes again!

Vinny Campone: Imperfection times two but this time Freddy's face collides with the chair!

Michael Woods: It's over now.

Vinny Campone: Mike goes for the cover.

Referee: 1... 2...

Crowd: [THREE!!!]

Michael Woods: Did he get him?

Vinny Campone: He didn't even move!

Referee: Three!!!

Crowd: [YEAH!] [POP!]

[DING! DING! DING!]

Promo: The Face of Perfection did it!

[DING! DING! DING!]

Felix Martinez: Your winners by pin fall and NEW NAWA World Tag Team champions, Mike and Pete Turner; The Face of Perfection!

Michael Woods: Celebrating in the ring as they take hold of the world tag team titles, the FoP have done exactly what they said they were going to do!

Vinny Campone: The most cohesive team won, and I'm not sure there is a team in NAWA that can defeat them.

Michael Woods: I can't argue with you there. Folks, while the FoP continue to celebrate in the ring with their father, it's time to take a break but when we return, it's going to be Fontana Stewart going one on one with Triple Six Trek with the winner getting a shot at the NAWA International championship!

Odd Couple: [Part 12]

[Flash into Batee's office and a paniked Kimo Newton has completely barged into the BACW owner's office; he is all bandaged up.]

Mr. Batee: Kimo?! Holy towel Colin Delaney! Boy what the hell happened to you!

Kimo: What happened to me?! Dawg, me and Ross had it out in the parking lot at the Grinder! Dawg, I dunno if you saw but Ross is in the building and things are looking real bad! Dawg no one is safe. Ya gotta get outta hurr dawg! Tha guy has snapped! Even I haven't ever seen him this angry!

[Kimo starts panting as he takes a deep breath.]

Kimo: Is Jeremy around? I need protection dawg!

Mr. Batee: So Mr. Newton, it appears I have something you want, and you have something I want. Sit down DAWG, and let's talk about how we can solve your problem.

Kimo: [Nervous] Okay, but you know I'm loyal to Ross right?

Mr. Batee: Sure, you are...

[Suspicious fade.]