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Preparing for War: [Part 15]

[Camera cuts to the backstage area where we see Zahn sitting on a black folding chair, dressed in his attire for the night. His upper body is bare, revealing his tan chest and his tattoo of three Aces being squeezed by rope on his left arm. His lower half is covered by gold and black tights.]

Second: [Peeking his head into the dressing room] Mr. Zahn, it's time.

Travis Zahn: I'll be right there...

[Travis sits, taping up his wrists, all the way to mid forearm. He rips the tape and puts it on the floor as he reaches into the duffel bag next to him, grabbing the BWA Mid South title and placing it on the chair in front of him.]

Travis Zahn: [Pounding his taped fist into an open hand] Time to make history!

[Zahn stands up, grabs the title and his overcoat and heads out of the picture towards the curtains.]

NAWA International Championship
Chris Ross
Vs.
Travis Zahn

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Felix Martinez: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the vacant NAWA International championship!

Crowd: [YEAH!]

Felix Martinez: Already in the ring, from Honolulu, Hawaii this is Chris Ross!

Crowd: [BOO!]

Michael Woods: Ross is a bloody mess and in my opinion, there is no way he can fend off a fresh Travis Zahn.

Vinny Woods: Ross has that hot temper and tonight, his inability to control his emotions just might have cost him a major title.

Michael Woods: On top of that, Mr. Batee has booked him and Spectre in a handicap match against Project X, and to add insult to injury, told Ross that if he doesn't win tonight, there will be no more BACW heavyweight championship matches for him for 90 days!

Vinny Campone: This thing between Ross and Batee is coming to a head very quick and when it does, I can't wait to see the explosion.

[The lights in the arena slowly dim as the crowd whistles and hollers for a few seconds longer. Slowly, the background noise fades as a single drum pound hits the speakers followed by a drowning scream.]

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Michael Woods: Travis has been in his locker room all day. We have been unable to get a comment from him as he is trying to focus on the match. After winning the BWA Mid South title, he is going for another one here tonight.

Vinny Campone: That would get me in a focused mood.

[Strobe lights, in the colors of green and purple begin to flash and pound their way into the eyes of those eagerly staring at the entranceway. As the guitar riffs of Zakk Wylde and Black Label Society pound into the bodies of those in attendance, “StillBorn” is the desired soundtrack.]

Crowd: [Rumbling]

[From behind the curtain, Travis Zahn slowly walks out center stage, putting his hands on his hips and looking around with an ever so present smirk on his face. The BWA Mid South Championship belt is strapped tightly across his abdomen with no intentions of leaving. His long, black, sparkly sleeveless overcoat that reads “Diceman” on the back nearly scrapes the floor as he begins to head down the aisle. He mutters stuff that can’t be made out clearly due to the music. His tights for the show tonight are gold, with black dice on both legs. Written in black is “Diceman” on the back of his tights.]

Michael Woods: There’s the Diceman, representing the BWA here tonight as he goes one on one with Chris Ross for the International title.

Vinny Campone: I like this Zahn fellow, he is truly proving himself to be one of the top talents here in the NAWA.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Felix Martinez: Making his way to the ring…weighing in at 235 pounds…from Las Vegas , Nevada … He is the current BWA Mid South Champion…”The Diceman” TRAVISSSSSSS ZAHHHHNNNN!!

[Zahn walks to the ringside area and heads around the ring, looking and making comments towards the fans in the front row. He points to himself and nods as fans try to reach out and touch him. He continues his way around the ring before grabbing hold of the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron. He faces the crowd and smiles, folding his arms across his chest and smirking once again. Zahn spins around and enters the ring through the middle and top rope before climbing the turnbuckle and raising his arms. Unhooking the title from around his waist, he hoists it into the air as flashbulbs go off from all angles. After posing and scanning the crowd for a couple of seconds, Travis hops down.]

[Zahn takes off his overcoat and hands it to the crew at ringside along with the title belt. He fixes his hair which is tied in a pony tail. He stretches in the corner and hooks his arms on the top rope before leaning back and bouncing a couple times. Seeing Ross barely able to move in the corner Zahn attacks with kicks and punches.]

Michael Woods: As the beat down continues in the ring, the referee is calling for the bell and here we GO!

Referee: Ring the bell!

[Ding Ding! Ding!]

Michael Woods: Stomps kicks and punches don’t let up as Ross tries to cover up the beat down in vein. Lowering his knees into chest of Ross, Travis wraps his hands around Chris’ throat in an attempt to choke the life out of him.]

Crowd: [Stomping] Zahn! Zahn! Zahn!

Michael Woods: Off the canvas by his hair comes Ross and throwing him into the ropes, here comes Chris on the rebound.

Vinny Campone: Over the logo and into a vicious double axe handle to the chest and my God, I bet Chris Ross never took a back to back beating like this in his life. Zahn is like a man possessed in there!

Michael Woods: I agree, Travis Zahn is an absolute beast right now!

Vinny Campone: Seems as if there’s nothing this man won’t do in order to secure a win.

[Tossing the dazzled Ross back into the ropes, Travis continues to abuse the Hawaiian with a Face First Russian Leg Sweep and hooking the leg for the 1… 2… 3…]

Chris Ross: [UGH!]

Michael Woods: The referee holds two fingers up and folks, this one’s going to continue. Travis seems to be signaling for his top rope leg drop and he might as well since Chris Ross hasn’t offered even a single shred of offensive since the opening bell.

Vinny Campone: Let’s be fair Woody, he was attacked from behind.

[Wobbly, Ross comes off the ropes for a second time and ducking under the high knee, he bounces off the opposite ropes.]

Vinny Cmapone: Travis is too close!

Michael Woods: Ross connects with a desperation thrust forearm and Travis staggers back a few steps. Chris digs deep and charging forward...

Crowd: [OH!]

[...Spinning back fist sends Zahn flat onto his back and counting the lights, this one could be over!]

Referee: 1… 2…

Vinny Campone: THREE!

Crowd: [OH!]

Referee: NO! Kick out! Only two, continue the match.

Vinny Campone: Ross might not know where he is right now, but he’s got to be running on pure instinct after that beating he received at the hands of Spectre.

Michael Woods: Body slam by Chris Ross onto the logo causes Zahn to arch his back from the impact and rotating him back to his feet; it’s an old school suplex that’s countered by a Travis no hands head butt!

Vinny Campone: Ross is just too out of it to make any kind off offense work. It's like being in Red Hook at 3AM!

[Immediately dropping a leg across the throat, Travis tries again to call it a 1… 2… THREE night but Ross rolls through the cover and the referee signals for the bout to continue.]

Crowd: [BOO!]

Michael Woods: It’s just a matter of time until Chris Ross runs out of lives and the fat lady begins to sing.

Vinny Campone: I’m not sure I agree Woody but hold on because Travis could be going for a Spine buster!

Michael Woods: Off the ropes and here comes the payoff.

Chris Ross: [UGH!]

[THUMP!]

Crowd: [WHOA!]

Referee: 1… 2… NO…!!!

Travis: WHAT?!!! [Slapping his hands together] 123!

Michael Woods: Kick out again by Chris Ross and Zahn immediately argues the count.

Referee: TWO! Don’t tell me how to do my job! TWO!

Vinny Campone: Sometime tells me Travis better be very careful and not rush into finishing off Ross. In my eyes, Travis needs to continue using his quickness and agility to outsmart and outlast the islander.

Michael Woods: Dragging Ross off the canvas, Zahn calls for his handspring clothesline and...

Travis Zahn: [BAH!]

[THUD!]

Michael Woods: Oh my Lord I don’t believe it! Chris Ross moved and Zahn eats the logo! Lifting Zahn off the canvas, does Ross have enough in the tank to hit his Wipe Out before Travis has a chance to recover?

Chris Ross: [AAAARRRGHH!!!]

[THUD!]

Michael Woods: Wipe out finisher connects! Ross with the cover and no one kicks out of that! 1... 2...

Referee: 1… 2….

Vinny Campone: THREE!!!!!

Crowd: [BOO!]

Michael Woods: Wait a minute folks!

Vinny Campone: The BWA owner Shawn Ryder is on the apron screaming at the referee and stopping the count, I have to ask, what the hell is the referee doing?

Referee: [Waving his hands] Get off the apron!

Shawn Ryder: That’s an illegal move!

Referee: What?!

Shawn Ryder: You heard me!

Referee: [Moving towards Ryder] Get off the apron or I will disqualify your wrestler! 1.. 2… 3…

Chris Ross: [AAARGHH!!!]

[THUD!]

Shawn Ryder: [UGH!]

Michael Woods: Hard punch to the face of the BWA owner by a frustrated Chris Ross and that's one way to get rid of someone. This is insane! COUNT!!!

Vinny Cmapone: What a cluster you-know-what!

Michael Woods: Ross needs to concentrate on Travis Zahn and forget about the outside distractions.

[Irish whip into the ropes on Travis by Ross, but Travis reverses the hold! Bouncing off the nylon, a groggy Ryder grabs Ross by the boot as he’s coming off the ropes and like a lion on wounded prey, here comes Zahn to take advantage of the situation.]

Vinny Campone: Here we go again!

Michael Woods: Hitting Ross with lefts, and rights Zahn sends Chris into the corner with a thud! Charging from the opposite side of the ring, Zahn misses the splash as Chris Ross moves out of the way.

[THUMP!]

Chris Ross: [UGH!]

Michael Woods: Zahn hits the ring post and would you look at that, a slight cut has opened over his right eye I believe this small opening may be just what Ross needs to pull off this victory.

[Falling to the mat is Travis Zahn but only a few feet away, Chris Ross is still in a daze too. Struggling to his feet, Ross tries for another cover but once again, it’s Shawn Ryder who jumps up onto the apron in protest.]

Michael Woods: Come on referee! Stop arguing with him and count the man’s shoulders down.

Vinny Campone: Oh Ross has had enough!

Michael Woods: Do you blame him?

[Grabbing Ryder by the hair as he continues to argue with the ref, Ross starts to drag him into the ring but Ryder quickly clings to Ross like a spider monkey to his mother. Signaling to Zahn, the BWA owner throws a pair of brass knuckles into the ring towards Travis, and the distracted ref doesn’t notice!]

Michael Woods: Come on referee!

Crowd: [BOO!]

[Getting to his feet and grabbing the brass knuckles, Ryder releases his hold. As Ross spins around, he finds himself ducking the loaded punch and driving a boot to the stomach, lifts Travis into Wipe Out position. Zahn pounds his fist into Ross' head and as the two fall to the ground, the crowd holds their breath!]

Referee: 1.. 2..

Vinny Campone: Three!

Crowd: [YEAH!]

Referee: It's over! We have a new champion!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the bout by pin fall and new - NAWA International champion, “Diceman” Travis Zahn!

Michael Woods: Rolling from the ring is an exhausted Travis Zahn and my God, Chris Ross has blown yet another golden opportunity to win a championship!

Vinny Campone: If Ross is looking to blame someone, he has to be looking at both himself and Spectre.

Michael Woods: Indeed. Folks, it's time to take a break… but when we return, it’s going to be the NAWA World championship up for grabs between CASW Heavyweight champion Ramblin Man and BACW Regional champion Mike Sloan. We’ll be back in a few.