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#1 Contender NAWA International Championship: [Part 13]
Triple Six Trek
Vs.
Fontana Stewart

[From our wary scene we readjust the landscape and settle back down with our announcers.]

Michael Woods: So apparently this Kimel guy has turned his back on his friend Chris Ross.

Vinny Campone: Okay first of all, the man's name is KIMO not Kimel! Second, how the hell do you know what they were going to talk about?

Michael Woods: I...

Vinny Campone: Exactly my point! Listen to me Woody, Mr. Batee is looking right into the face of a one on one competition with Chris Ross and if you don't think he's going to go full blast with his psychological warfare you're crazier than he is!

Michael Woods: Although I pretty much can't stand you from a professional standpoint of view, your thinking does make sense.

Vinny Campone: Winner, winner, chicken dinner! Of course it does slappy!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Felix Martinez: Ladies and gentlemen, our next bout will yield for the winner, a chance at facing NAWA's International champion! Already in the ring, representing the great country of Canada, he is Lee Riel biggest fan - Fontana Stewart!

Crowd: [POP!]

[Pulling on the ropes, Stewart cracks his neck from side to side and continues to jog back and forth in an attempt to get loose for his match.]

Felix Martinez: And his opponent...

[Suddenly the lights go out as the attention is now centered in on the entrance ramp.]

I was sure by now,God,
that You would have reached down
and wiped our tears away,
stepped in and saved the day.


Crowd: [POP!]

[The Oval-tron is pitch black as you suddenly see four green bold letters shoot out one at a time in a row...]

"T-R-E-K"

["Praise You In This Storm" by Casting Crowns starts blaring loudly over the P.A. as a impacted crowd stands yelling at the top of their lungs...]

But once again, I say amen
and it's still raining
as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
"I'm with you"
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away.

Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome a man that claims to be the NAWA's newest hero! At Grinder X, he walked away as the newly claimed BACW tag team champions! He is just what you fans have been waiting for! Standing in at 6 foot 3 inches tall and weighing 273 pounds! Triple Six Trekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crowd: TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK! TREK!

And I'll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

[With the chant still going, Trek appears from out of the back as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp the crowd's mantra grows even louder. This evening, Trek is wearing some bright green tights with black boots as the BACW tag team titles are draped on both shoulders. His boots have T-R-E-K written down the side of them.]

[Cameras zoom in and Trek smiles with a stunning pose. The pyro's begin to shoot up from everywhere as you can see the green colors going anyway they can. ]

I remember when I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to You
and raised me up again
my strength is almost gone how can I carry on
if I can't find You
and as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
and as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
the God who gives and takes away

[Trek finally reaches ringside and as he walks around to the steps, he climbs into the ring raising his BACW tag team titles up high after he climbs up on the turnbuckles...]

I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
I lift my eyes onto the hills
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth

Crowd: [POP!]

Michael Woods: This match originally had three men but we are now left with Fontana Stewart who hails from CASW, and Triple Six Trek who represents BACW. The missing piece to this match was Eric Dane who has been scratched from this match and will not participate.

Vinny Campone: Without Dane this match went from something potentially exciting to something guaranteed to be boring as hell.

Michael Woods: Not only do I disagree with you, but I adamantly refuse to believe that Trek or Stewart can't raise the bar for this division.

Vinny Campone: And?

Michael Woods: And?

Vinny Campone: Yeah! And?

Michael Woods: I suppose you’d bow to the Almighty Dane if you passed him in the hallway?

Vinny Campone: Sure! ... If the price is right, I’ll bow to any man.

Michael Woods: Why am I not surprised!

[DING! DING! DING!]

Referee: Ready? [Trek nods] Ready? [Stewart nods] Let's get it on!

Crowd: [POP!]

Michael Woods: Here we go! Stewart and Trek circle the ring, trying to measure each other up looking for the advantage, we have our first push and pull collar tie.

[Stewart and Trek both try to gain an advantage, but neither man is successful. They break the hold and immediately commence a chest bumping stare down. Fontana backs off and nods his head as he and Trek begin to circle the logo once again.]

Michael Woods: Looks like they’re going to try the collar and elbow tie-up again.

Vinny Campone: Why in the hell are they trying this again? That is just plain idiotic. It didn’t work the first time, so why would it work now...

[Trek unexpectedly drives a knee to Fontana’s gut, doubling him over.]

Vinny Campone: …unless you do something like that. Go Trek!! HAHAHAHAHA…

Crowd: [BOO!]

Michael Woods: And that hard knee just turned Stewart’s face red, completely sucking the wind out of him. Trek moves besides Stewart and ... OH! ... drops him on his face with a wicked Reverse Side Russian Slam!

Vinny Campone: Trek turns him over making a quick cover!

Referee: One…..Two….

Fontana Stewart: [NO!]

Referee: TWO!

Crowd: [YEAH!]

Vinny Campone: Trek’s an idiot! He follows up one move with a pin attempt? Who does he thinks he’s facing in the ring, Duane Gil?

Michael Woods: I don't know who you are taking about but it appears Trek is going to waste no time and while Stewart is still checking his nose, Trek cinches in a Boston Crab in the center of the ring!

Fontana Stewart: AAAARRRGGGHHH!!!! AAAARRRGGGHHH!!!!

Michael Woods: Listen to Stewart scream in pain!

Fontana Stewart: [AAAAAAH!]

Michael Woods: Listen to him! Trek has the Boston Crab locked in, and Stewart is trapped!

Referee: Do you want to quit?

Fontana Stewart: [NO!]

Michael Woods: Stewart is trying to pull himself toward the ropes, inching closer and closer and the referee is right there ready to call for the bell if Stewart taps. I don’t know how much more of this Stewart can take! Stewart almost there and his fingertips barely touch the ropes! If he can just pull himself a couple of inches closer!

Crowd: FS! FS! FS!

[Trek regains his balance and control and pulls Stewart back to the center of the ring, and pulls even further on Stewart’s back.]

Crowd: [BOO!]

Vinny Campone: Stewart better think about calling it a night before Trek breaks his back completely in half.

Michael Woods: Stewart continues to scream in pain, and as he lifts his arm up. I think he’s going to tap!

[Fontana places both hands firmly on the ground and tries to power his way out of the hold.]

Michael Woods: Look at this! Stewart is fighting back, pushing through the pain! Stewart is actually forcing Trek out of the move. Fontana digs deeper and powering out of the move sends Trek spilling through the ropes and down to the small mats!

Vinny Campone: That move may have done Stewart in.

Michael Woods: I don't know about that, Fontana is tough as nails.

Vinny Campone: You're dreaming Woody! He can’t possibly follow up with Trek on the outside.

Michael Woods: Yes, but Trek may have hurt himself as well. Looking at the replay, when Trek fell through the ropes he hit his shoulder hard in the ring apron; Trek may have separated his shoulder.

[Fontana looks around and sees Trek on the outside and gets to his feet holding his back. Up to the top turnbuckle goes the Canadian Beast as he signals to the crowd.]

Crowd: [YEAH!]

Vinny Campone: Is Stewart nuts? He’s taking a high risk by climbing to the top! If he misses, it will be all she wrote!

Michael Woods: Stewart’s face tells the story as he is in a lot of pain on the top turnbuckle. Trek turns around and Stewart connects with a Double Axe Handle right on Trek’s shoulder! Both men fall to the ground, but Stewart is first to his feet. Taking Trek by the hair, he tosses him back into the ring. Stewart follows right behind and pulling Trek up by his hair, wrings Trek’s arm into a full twist, and follows it up by a back elbow to the bridge of Trek’s nose.

Vinny Campone: Hell hath no fury! Hahahahahha!

Michael Woods: Stewart now backs Trek into the ropes and sends him to the opposite side with a hard Irish Whip! Trek off the ropes and is knocked down by a clothesline!

Vinny Campone: Looks like Stewart is playing tit for tat. Whatever Trek has done to him, Fontana is doing the payback game.

Michael Woods: Stewart pulls Trek to his feet and once again focuses on Trek’s injured shoulder as he backs Trek into the corner. Stewart again sends Trek to the opposite side with an Irish Whip. Trek hits the corner with authority, and Stewart comes charging in!

CROWD: [OHHHHHH!!!]

Michael Woods: Ow! And the side of Stewart’s face meets with a back elbow smash from Trek. Stewart stumbling back and Trek nearly takes Stewart’s head off with a Clothesline From Hell! Trek with another cover!

Referee: One…..Two….

Crowd: [THREE!!]

Referee: Only Two! Shoulder was up!

Michael Woods: And that was a close one. Trek lifts Stewart up and forces Stewart back into the corner! And there’s…

[SMAAAACK!]

Crowd: [Whooooooooooooooo!]

[SMAAAACK!]

Crowd: [Whoooooooooooooo!]

Michael Woods: Trek with some nasty, nasty Ric Flair like chops to Stewart’s chest! And that has to hurt like hell!

Vinny Campone: Ya think?

[SMAAAACK!]

Crowd: [Whoooooooooooooo!]

Michael Woods: Good God! You can hear that shot all over the arena! Trek now backs up and delivers a big boot to Stewart’s face. Stewart stumbles out of the corner; Trek bounces off the ropes and takes Stewart down with a swinging neck breaker! Trek with another cover!

Vinny Campone: This one’s over!

Referee: One…..Two….

Crowd: [THREE!!]

Referee: Only Two! 

Michael Woods: Wow! The referee’s hand was literally two inches off the matt for the three count before Stewart kicked out. Trek pulls Stewart to his feet and sends Stewart to the ropes. Stewart off the ropes and Trek is going for the Brain bus- NO! Stewart counters by squeezing tightly on Trek’s neck, impeding the move by Trek. Stewart kicks and squirms and shifts his weight, bringing Trek down on his head with a vicious DDT!

Vinny Campone: That may be the downfall of Trek!

Michael Woods: Stewart starting to feel it as he gets to his feet. This crowd feels it too as they are on their feet! Trek charges but gets hip tossed to the mat. Trek tries again and gets hip tossed again. Trek tries a third time and AGAIN gets hit with a hip toss!

Vinny Campone: OH! I think Trek landed wrong on that bad shoulder again! He looks to be in SERIOUS pain!

Michael Woods: I think Stewart sees what you see, and is going to seize this opportunity… by going to the top turnbuckle?! Is he nuts?!

Vinny Campone: They’re both idiots, Mikey! What do you expect?

Michael Woods: You are so fickle. First you cheer for Trek, then Stewart, NOW they’re both idiots!

Vinny Campone: So sue me! Sometimes I like you, but most of the time I don’t. You got a problem with that?

Michael Woods: Never mind! But listen to this crowd! They are going crazy. Trek is still down and Stewart is standing on top of the turnbuckle. Stewart points down at Trek, and then points to his fist, and kisses it!

Vinny Campone: Oh, you know what’s coming next, Mikey! The fist drop!

Michael Woods: Stewart has Trek in his sights! Stewart leaps off… and TREK ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!! Stewart just pounded his fist hard into the mat, and may have jammed his wrist! 

Vinny Campone: I guess Trek was playing possum! Stewart should have gone for the pin instead of trying to be a glory hound and a show off!

Michael Woods: Trek to his feet holding his shoulder while Stewart is sitting on the mat holding his wrist.

Vinny Campone: Either he’s trying to shake off the injury, or he’s trying to prevent himself from turning gay with the limp-wristed action.

Michael Woods: Trek kicks Stewart in the lower back with authority with the Spinal Tap, and OH!... follows it up with a kick to the back of the head! Stewart may be out!

Vinny Campone: Oh, good God! Don’t these idiots learn? Stewart screwed up HIS flying move off the top rope, and now Trek wants to try it?!

Michael Woods: It may not be wise, but looks like he’s going to try it nonetheless! And this crowd is jacked once again! 

Vinny Campone: Unless Stewart is playing possum as well, I think Trek may actually hit this move!

Michael Woods: Trek looking down on Stewart as if he were a hawk looking down on its prey! Trek spreads his arms out, and falls down on Stewart with a no-hands head butt!!

CROWD: [OHH!!!!!]

Vinny Campone: Jeez! Are they dead? I swear I heard their skulls cracking!

Michael Woods: Stewart looks to be knocked out and busted open, but Trek can’t follow through as he’s been busted open as well just above his right eye! Stewart starts to stir, and is getting to his feet. What a wasted opportunity Trek just had! Trek gets to his feet as well, and takes a wild swing at Stewart, landing a glancing blow on Stewart’s gaping wound. Stewart down on both knees and both these guys has got to be completely exhausted! Trek tries to pull Stewart up but can’t get him all the way up. Stewart tries again and drops Stewart across the top rope. Stewart falls like a rag doll on the canvas! Trek with a cover again…

Referee: One…..Two….

Crowd: [THREE!!]

Referee: Foot on the ropes!

Vinny Campone: Aw, how lucky can you get? If Stewart hadn’t been close to the ropes, this match would be over.

Michael Woods: Stewart is completely exhausted and Trek is frustrated as he pounds his fists to the mat. Trek pulls Stewart up and sends him to the ropes, no reversal. Trek off the ropes and Stewart hits a desperation Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, sending shooting pain up and down Trek’s spine! Stewart seems to have new life and brings Trek up to his feet and back to the corner. Stewart with another Irish Wh-, no, wait! Stewart just hit a short arm clothesline to Trek’s mouth, busting his lip. Stewart with a scoop, and places Trek upside down in the Tree of Woe!

Vinny Campone: Trek is trapped!

Michael Woods: Trek trying to fight his way out of the Tree of Woe, but Stewart stomps on Trek’s chest, rendering Trek helpless and gasping for air! Stewart making his way over to the opposite side, and this crowd is going nuts! Both these guys have put on one hell of a performance! Stewart wipes the blood off his face, and looking at Trek, charges in!

CROWD: [OHHHHHHHH!!!]

Trek: [UUUGGGGGGGHHHH!!!]

Michael Woods: Good God! Stewart just hit the Bronco Buster on Trek while he was hung up in the Tree of Woe! That may have sealed Trek’s fate! And these fans are going ballistic!

Vinny Campone: Yeah, but look at that idiot, Stewart! He’s playing to the crowd instead of taking care of business. Serves him right if he ends up losing this match for sucking up to the crowd.

Michael Woods: Stewart holds up one finger in the air and points at Trek, still hung up. I think he’s going to do it one more time!

Vinny Campone: And this time he’s going to spear Trek with his shoulder because he’s pointing to it.

Woods: Stewart with a full head of steam charges in… and he misses!!!

CROWD: [OHHHHH!!!]

Michael Woods: Trek lifted up out of the Tree of Woe at the last second, and Stewart’s shoulder connected with the steel ring post! Trek is perched on top of the turnbuckle, and he reaches down and shoves Stewart out of the corner.

Vinny Campone: Wow! Both these guys are going to have to have their shoulders examined after this match!

Michael Woods: Well, I think Trek has recognized it’s time to end this match! He’s climbed up to the top turnbuckle, just waiting on Stewart to get to his feet.

Vinny Campone: What the hell is these guys’ obsession with getting up on the top turnbuckle?

Michael Woods: Everyone back on their feet as Stewart is slowly getting to his feet. Trek is just waiting there, motioning his hand for Stewart to get up. Stewart with his back to Trek. Stewart to his feet, turns around, and Trek leaps off with a high cross body pin!

Vinny Campone: No, wait…

Michael Woods: Oh my God! Trek overcompensated for that move…

Vinny Campone: And Stewart countered with a rollover and pin of his own!

CROWD: [ONE…. TWO….. THREE!!!!]

Referee: THREE!!

[DING! DING! DING!]

Michael Woods: Wow! What a match! What a match!

Vinny Campone: They put on one hell of a show, I’ll give you that!

Michael Woods: Let’s go up to our ring announcer Felix Martinez for the official announcement.

Felix Martinez: Ladies and gentlemen!! Your winner of the match…. the number one contender for the NAWA INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP… FONTANA STEWART!!!

Michael Woods: This has been one spectacular match between two very talented wrestlers. I, for one, do not believe this is the last time we’ll see these two in the ring. And I cannot wait to see the rematch!

Bad ASS Wrestlin!: [Part 14]

[We pan into Chris Ross who is storming through the hallways still clutching a lead pipe in his hands and STILL searching for the BACW owner himself. That is until him and Spectre bump into eachother.]

Specture: Dude, if you're looking for trouble, now is not the time nor the place!

Chris Ross: Well nice to see you too Spectre. What has flown up your ass? Or let me guess, you ran out of Purple hair dye?

Crowd: [Chuckles]

[With a sly smile, Ross continues to pound the pipe in his hand.]

Spectre: Its better than getting a pineapple lodged up in your hemmorhoids!

Chris Ross: [Chuckling] Always the stereotypical prick aren't ya Spectre?

Spectre: Hehehehe... look, son of Don Ho, You're wasting my time.  So step aside, and I''ll forget you got in my way!

[As Ross is about to step aside, he turns back to Spectre shaking with anger.]

Chris Ross: Forget about me? FORGET ABOUT ME!?

[Like a Slim Jim the words "forget about me" send Ross right into in Spectre's face. With spit flying, he starts to scream.]

Chris Ross: You should know Spectre I don't like it when people forget about me.

Spectre: [Spectre cracks an evil smile] You needn't worry about people "forgetting" about you, Ross.  After becoming the first person in BACW history to make probably the biggest fuck up on the biggest payperview... I gurantee you, Ross, NO ONE will EVER forget you now!  HEhehehehehehe

[Ross smiles amused at Spectre brushing some of his hair back.]

Chris Ross: See Spectre this isn't me fucking up no, no, no. This was all someone who I thought was supposed to be my friend plotting a scheme against me the whole time. If anyone is to blame it's all Mr. Batee. And if you have seen him tell him The Hawaiian Phenomenon is coming to shove this lead pipe down his throat!!!

Spectre: [Sarcastically] Sure, Ross, I'll be sure to jot that down and put that at the TOP of my agenda.  I'll be sure to put aside MY quest of looking for Lee Riel and Project X just to satisfy your homo fantasies to baste Batee's ass with your pipe!

[Laughs again.]

Chris Ross: So Spectre I see you won The Grinder again. May I be the first to Congratulate you.

Spectre: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just move out of my way, man.

Chris Ross: Alright be my guest... You are the champ afterall...

[Ross moves aside for Spectre. As Spectre continues walking Ross smiles amused.]

Chris Ross: Too bad you aren't the real champion Spectre.

[Spectre stops in his tracks and turns around slowly.  He glares at Ross, then smiles.

Spectre: Let me ask you something, Ross.  If I weren't the "REAL" champion, would I be able to do this?...

Chris Ross: Do what Spectre? Beat everyone on the roster in one match?

Spectre: No, this...

[CRACK!]

[Spectre smashes the new heavyeight title against Ross, skull, sending Ross stumbling backwards. Spectre drops his title  and proceeds to tackle Ross casusing both men to land in against a pile of metal poles. Ross gets up and grabs one of the poles and smashes it into Spectre's ribs. Bringing the metal pole down onto Spectre's lower back Ross looks down at him.]

Spectre: [AWWW!!!]

Chris Ross: Yeah Spectre you may have won the Grinder... BUT YOU NEVER BEAT ME!!!

[Spectre gets up slowly and shakes his head.]

Spectre: You know, maybe thats another reason why you blew your opportunity at Grinder.  You can't remember for shit! I beat you once before. But in case you still can't remember, allow me to refresh your memory!

[Spectre grabs a nearby pole and slings it at Ross.  Before Ross can react or move out of the way, the pole connects with Ross' skull.  Spectre tackles Ross again and the two mean begin pucnhing each other as they roll on the ground. Ross grabs Spectre by his arm and sinks his teeth into it. Kicking Spectre off of him, Ross charges and kicks Spectre in the stomach before grabbing a metal trash can nearby and smashing him in the head with it.

Crowd: [OH!]

[Spectre stumbles backwards and Ross hits him with the trash can again.  Spectre drops to one knee as Chris drops the trash can.  Ross backs up about 10 feet, and charges Spectre, trying to kick Spectre in the head with his boot, but Spectre thrusts his long arm out and balls it into a fist.  Ross's testicles are introduced to Spectre's fist the hard way. Collapsing onto the ground and holding his testicles, Spectre walks over grabbing Ross returning the favor but Ross returns the favor punching Spectre right in the balls. The BACW chammpion rolls on the ground in pain, and both men gaps for air. Ross gets to his feet first and pulls Spectre up by his hair. He slams Spectre up against the wall, and then the opposite wall. Ross takes Spectre by the hair and slams it into a nearby equipment trunk.]

Ross: Come here, you sonofabitch. We're gonna go for a walk.

[Ross leads Spectre by his hair as he is bent forward. As the near the end of the hall way, Spectre pushes Ross hard off of him causing Ross to go flying into another trunk kneefirst. Spectre charges in and Ross kicks him right in the face. Ross Grabs Spectre off the ground and drags him inside one of the equipment trucks. Ross grabs a wire and wraps it around Spectre's neck choking him. He swings Spectre around slamming him from wall to wall.

[Spectre is gasping for air, and it seems as if Ross is choking Spectre out.  Spectre flails his arms about trying to get free, but to no avail. Spectre is fading fast and soon his body becomes limp.  Spectre drops to one knee and looks to be unconcious.  Ross loosens the grip on the wire, and suddenly Spectre throws the back of his into Ross' face and nose, busting him open. Spectre quickly wraps the wire around Ross neck, and shoves his face against one of the monitors.]

Spectre: Ever want to see what you look like on TV, Ross?!  Looks to mee as if you're getting your ass kicked!

[Spectre drags Ross to the door, kicks it open and the two head outside. Ross suddenly spears Spectre into the side of a car.]

Chris Ross: See Spectre this is how we do it on the islands!

[Ross turns around and smashes Spectre's face right through one of the windows on the car. Spectre's body drapes across the window with his uper part inside the car.  Spectre starts to move and Ross pulls Spectre out.  Spectre's forehead has been busted open.  Unbeknownst to Ross, however, Spectre has pulled out the car's cigarette lighter and drives the orange glowing lighter right into Ross' temple.  Ross grabs his face in pain as Spectre saractically says...]

Spectre: That's how we do it in the States, asshole!

[Spectre tackles Ross again, grabs Ross head and begins bashing it into the concrete floor repeatedly.  Security comes out of nowhere and a bleeding Ross grabs a bottle laying on the ground nearby and smashes it across Spectre's face. Ross kicks him off and seeing the security coming Starts to fight them off throwing bodies everywhere. Spectre slowly gets to his feet with a bunch of security blocking his way. Spectre steps forward but the security blocks him. Spectre starts punching the security one by one and tosses one into the hood of the car. Ross, still distracted by security, doesn't see Spectre come flying in with a vicious forearm across the back of the neck. Spectre tosses Ross into the side view mirror of a box truck, and Ross hits his head and shatters the mirror. Turning around Ross knees Spectre in the stomach and opens the door of the truck smacking him in the head with it. Throwing Spectre inside of the truck Ross rolls the window down and slides Spectres head rolling the window back up under his neck as tight as possible. climbing out Ross starts to climb to the top of the truck.

Chris Ross: Yes Spectre The Name is Chris Ross... DON'T YOU FORGET IT!!!

[Doing the Hang loose Hawaiia sign Ross does a backflip off the truck Nailing Spectre across the back of his head with The Bird Of Paradise. THe window shatters and Spectre appears to be dead. Ross laughs through his bleeding face, and begins to walk away.  When he gets 20 feet away, he hears the sound of the truck door opening. Ross sees Spectre slowly stepping out of the truck, holding his throat. Panting, he says...]

Spectre: Hay, you Hawaiian fuck! IS that the best you got?  Come on!

[Spectre taunts Ross and runs away, baiting Ross to follow.  Ross gives chase as Spectre disappears around a corner.  When Ross reaches that corner, he is met by a flourescent tube across his face. Collapsing to the ground Ross slowly regroups punching Specter in the stomach and seeing the pile of flourescent tubes sitting on the table near by grabs him and sets him up for The Wipe Out. Unfortunately the fine white powdery particles make it very difficult for Ross to see. Ross charges but trips over one of the pieces of broken tubing.  Spectre moves out of the way sending Ross crashing and burning into the flourecent tubing.]

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

[Completely angered and bleeding baddly Ross slowly gets up.

Chris Ross: In order to beat me Spectre you will have to kill me...

[Spectre seems a bit surprised and disgusted at the same time.]

Spectre: Fine, have it your way, then. Spectre slings a handful of the white powdery substance in Ross' eyes. Ross is blinded, and Spectre takes Ross to a door that says "BOILER ROOM". He kickes the door open and throws Ross down the metal stairs.  Following in close pursuit, Spectre kicks Ross down the final three steps.  Spectre sees a card table conveniently nearby and pulls the table over near the stairs. Spectre rolls Ross on his back on top of the table and climbs to the top of the stairs.  Spectre, in a completely insane action leaps over the railing and Ross moves out of the way in time as Spectre crashes through the table. Ross now letting out an animalistic roar appears to have completely lost all sense of reality as he grabs Spectre by his purple hair and slams his face into one of the metallic lockers denting it in. Grabbing a jar of thumbtacks Ross shatters it in Spectre's face sending the jar's contents all over the concrete ground.]

Crowd: [Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!]

[Ross scoops Spectre up, and letting out another mighty roar slams Spectre onto the thumbtacks.  Spectre arches his bakc in pain and lets out a scream.  Ross presses his boot across the face of Spectre, pressing some of the tacks on the other side of spectre's face.  Ross goes to pick up Spectre , but again security comes down to stop him. Ross lets go of Spectre and begins tossing security to and fro, and kicking another in the face, sending the security into the bed of tacks.  Hacing disposed of the security Ross turns around to get Spectre, only to get a faceful of hot steam from one of the valves Spectre turned on. Spectre spears Ross into the bed of tacks

Crowd: [Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!]

[Spectre pulls Ross up by his hair and Ross elbows Spectre in the stomach. Ross opens up a utility closet and pulls out a broom and breaks it across Spectre's back. Ross runs back into the closet and breaks a mop across Spectre's back. Ross runs back into the closet and comes back out with a sledgehammer. Spectre is on all fours, sucking in air as best he can. Ross brings the sledgehammer back as if it were a croquest mallet, intending to send the hammer into Spectre's chest or face.  But at the last moment, Spectre ducks out of the way and Ross breaks open a pipe, sending yet more hot steam into his face. Spectre grabs his back in pain but somehow, someway manages to lift Ross up on to his shoulders.  Spectre runs with Ross on his shoulders, but collapses just as Ross's head meets with an overhead pipe.  Ross spills on to the floor back first and Spectre olapses at the foot of the stairs.  Spectre crawls slowly to the top of the stairs and out the door.]

Crowd: This is awesome! [clap clap clap clap-clap-clap] This is awesome! [clap clap clap clap-clap-clap] This is awesome! [clap clap clap clap-clap-clap]

[As Spectre is breathing heavily outside of the door suddenly in a thunderous crash Spectre is pancaked against the wall as Ross has completely bulldozed right through the door leading to the Boiler room. Spectre is crushed against the wall and crumples to the ground.  Ross looks around and finds a flatbed dolly, where he places Spectre's limp body.  Ross wheels Spectre down the hall and through the entranceway. Ross shoves the dolly down the ramp and it goes wildly down the ramp falling off halfway.]

Michael Woods: Folks we are forced to rejoin you and I don't know about you, Chris Ross STILL has to wrestle!

Vinny Campone: Must be roid rage.

[Ross picks Spectre up and rolls him into the ring. Walking into the ring Ross kicks the referee in the stomach and gives him a Wipe Out. Ross turns to Spectre who seems to be begging off.  Ross shakes his head and like a ravenous vulture moves in for the kill.  As Ross moves in, Spectre grabs Ross at thebelt line, and sends Ross into the steel post shoulder first.  Spectre rolls out of the ring, throws the ring apron up, and pulls out a Kendo Stick.  Spectre measures Ross who is slowly moving out of the corner.]

[WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!]

[Ross receives  numerous Kendo shots across the shoulder and falling to the ground, Spectre drops the splintered stick. Exhausted Spectre rests in the opposite corner with his back turned when out of nowhere Chris Ross Tsunami splashes him in the corner.]

Crowd: [OH!]

[Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!]

Michael Woods: Medical personnel have come down to assess the damage on both men!

Vinny Campone: Point blank, they beat the holy hell out of each other! 

Michael Woods: They nearly killed each other! 

Vinny Campone: What the hell is this?

Michale Woods: You've got to be fucking kidding! 

Vinny Campone: BOTH men are actually getting to their feet?!

Michael Woods: Both men giving each other the look of death and it seems like they STILL want to go at it!

Vinny Campone: Aditional police and security rush to the ringside area and prevent the two men from anymore bloodshed!

[Instinctively Ross throws more Security out of his way and grabs a baton from one of the police officers starting to kncok out the other security out one by one. Spectre , joins in the fray, and starts to assault the men in uniform. One by one they start dropping like flies.  Spectre and Ross finally make it to one another again and start pummeling each other again on the ground. The remaining security swarm and surround the two men. ]

Crowd: [BOO!]

[Suddenly, "Welcome To the Junlge" plays and Mister Batee storms out form the back and begins screaming at the top of his lungs.]

Mr. Batee: STOP! STOP this right now you two son's of bitches!

Crowd: [BOO!]

Mr. Batee: “I’m sick and tired of you two fighting and destroying the NAWA arena. Now since you two like to fight, at the next BACW show I’m going to put you two in a match!

Crowd: [YEAH!]

Mr. Batee: But NOT against each other!

Crowd: [BOO!]

Mr. Batee: No, instead you two goons will have to find a way to co-exist as you two will be tag team partners! 

Michael Woods: Oh my, this can't be good.

Mr. Batee: As for your opponents? Well, Spectre, since you’ve been looking for Lee Riel and Project X, I am going to grant you your wish!  It will be you and Ross… against the entire Project X Team!

Crowd: [POP!]

Mr. Batee: That’s right, it will be a 3-on-2 HANDICAP MATCH!! And Ross, IF you lose this match tonight, you will no longer be eligible for a BACW Heavyweight title match for 90 days! Now it's time for me to, but before I do, I sincerely hope you...

Batee & Crowd: Enjoyed the brutality!

Mr. Batee: Now ring the bell, kick Spectre out of this building for the entire night, and throw Ross' ass into the ring!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]