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NAWA World Heavyweight Championship
Mike Sloan (c)
Vs.
Rick Ulfric
Promo: Folks welcome back from the break and before we begin the introductions to our main event, let's go over some of the psychological warfare that's been going on in BACW over the past three months.
E.D: Well it's been war and it's definitely being waged by lunatics!
Promo: As I’m sure everyone who is a BACW fan has guessed, Ulfric is still furious about what happened with Project X a few months ago. Now, him knowing like I do, there is no doubt in my mind that Ulfric was watching the last match with a pretty close eye.
E.D: To me, Rick seems to have a split personality.
Promo: Meaning?
E.D: Meaning see seems to take on a good persona when a good persona is in charge.
Promo: Well he does hate to see one person being teamed up on.
E.D: From what my research shows, Rick was once considered a very honorable wrestler, but now, he's like a box of chocolates with a razor blade.
Promo: Extreme is, as extreme does.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Promo: Let's go to the combat Zone with ring announcer Michael Stuffher.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next bout is for the NAWA World Heavyweight championship!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Stuffher: Before we introduce our competitors, let's welcome special guest referee and Hall of Fame winner, Darrel Besolve!
Crowd: [POP!]
[Entering the ring through the ropes and raising his hand in the air, Besolve politely nods while leaning up on the ropes.]
E.D: How do you think Ulfric and Besolve are going to get along during the bout?
Promo: These guys have been tag team partners, they have been friends, and in a weird way, they still are teammates. They have battled at times and given into their demons as they fit, and sometimes, like in this situation, it leaves them at odds with one another.
E.D: So things should get brutal?
Promo: Nothing else would be acceptable to these two men., it is part of what bonds them together.
[Smoke begins to pour down the entrance ramp as the heavy guitar laden opening rift of “Time does not heal” by Dark Angel blares from the house PA system.]
E.D: Speaking of Ulfric, here he comes!
[The lights dim, and as a blue glow emanates from somewhere deep inside the tunnel. punctuated by the roar of a Harley’s engine, For a moment the haunting cords give way to equally chilling words. ]
“It’s always darkest before it goes completely black
I’m older now so I should know, you can never look back
But the scars of childhood memories dominate my head
The inner pain I’ve vowed to keep until the day I’m dead”
A dark shadow can be seen through the fogs thick blue haze Several other shadows behind him in the gloom.
“You can’t see, the life I was forced to lead
What it’s like to die daily
You can’t feel, the thoughts I’ve learned to steal
Survivals my reality”
A series of blue Pyro erupts in front of the entrance as Ulfric steps through the fog, his long blue/black hair hanging lose in his face, he is wearing a pair of frayed blue jeans, a black Dark Angel t-shirt, and motorcycle boots with “Lucifer” his black barbed wire wrapped baseball bat strung over his left shoulder like a guitar. He wears a long gray duster that trails the ground behind him as he moves and his pale green eyes are full of focus and intensity. Following behind him on Harley’s are four others all bearing the biker colors and the logo of the New Gods.]
“When I was young I lived in fear
The hands of doom forever drawing near
I wonder how I earned to perservere
As time advanced deceit was my life’s truth
Spurred on by the peace I never knew”
[Ulfric pauses midway down the ramp and lets the duster fall and the bikes idle behind him. Further, down the aisle he pauses again, this time to remove his t-shirt, which he throws into the crowd before raising the bat in one hand and banging his head in time to the music.]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Finally he drops it and sprints the rest of the way to the ring, sliding in under the bottom and coming to stand in the center of the ring. Once there he has eyes only for his opponent emerging from the back while the New God’s continue there slow drive down to ringside, where they park the machines and take a stand on either side of the announcers, making it appear like the ringside area is under siege. Wrapped around the front of one bike is a thick length of chain secured with a padlock.
[Ding ! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And now in the ring, ladies and gentlemen, representing the New Gods -Rick Ulfric!
Crowd: [POP!]
[Coming face to face in the ring, Ulfric smiles giving Besolve a cold, eerie, stare. As Besolve cautiously checks Rick for weapons, he warns him that if the New Gods interfere, he will not hesitate to DQ his former friend.]
E.D: Give me the mindset for this one Paul.
Promo: Ulfric wants to win, pure and simple, and do so in convincing fashion which will leave no doubt that A, he deserves to be the champion and B he will be a dominant one at that.
E.D: Is that the publics perception?
Promo: It sure is... People have told him all his life he would never be good enough, that he would be a disgrace to the title, and that guys like him are never considered the flagship of the alliance.
E.D: A weak champion?
Promo: One of the weakest, but tonight with one win he can prove them all.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[Sloan's entrance music comes on over the speakers as this signifies the arrival of NAWA's world champion. Sloan steps out into the lights, this time around dressed simply in his wrestling gear.]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Michael Stuffher: Now entering the ring, he is THE World Heavyweight champion - Here is "The Dark Horse"…. Mike Sloan!
Crowd: [BOO!] You suck! You suck! You suck!
[The pearl white trunks with "D.H." written in gold script on the back and his pearl white boots with "D.H" written in the same gold script down the side of each, illuminate in the lights as the crowd lets him know about their disapproval of him.]
Mike Sloan: [Motioning to back hand the entire crowd] SHUT UP!
Woman from the crowd: You stink Sloan!
[Sloan strides to the ring with an absolute look of business etched across his face. Ignoring the rest of the fans and their hateful signs on his way to the ring, Sloan takes off into a sprint. Shedding his championship belt on the ramp, Sloan avoids the New Gods leaving them in his wake and diving into the ring, the challenger catches Mike with a two step knee to the head!
E.D: Mike Sloan should have known better than to try and bum rush the challenger because even I know, bad leg and all, Ulfric is one hell of a wrestler!
[Pulling Sloan up by his blonde hair, Ulfric tosses the champion through the ropes and…]
Promo: Soul Rider's on the apron with a chain!
[CLANG!]
Soul Rider: [UGH!]
[CRASH!]
Crowd: [OH!]
Referee Besolve: ONE!
Promo: Sloan delivers a forearm to Soul Rider who tried to catch him with that damn chain and falling into the guardrail with a thud, one of the New Gods have been take out right away!
Referee: TWO! THREE!
E.D: What a counter by Sloan but he has to realize that Rick's been in several accidents over the years and has sustained a shoulder injury that can be aggravated.
Promo: However from what I hear, he does condition the shoulder to take punishment, but it is weaker than the right one and thus makes him susceptible to attack.
E.D: Look at Ulfric work the referee.
Referee Besolve: Tell your guys to stay the hell off the apron!
Ulfric: My guys?!
Referee Besolve: Don't make me end the match!
[Staggering to his feet, Mike sees Soul Rider knocked out cold and going through the ropes and onto the floor looking to add insult to injury, he bends over and...]
Mike Sloan: [UGH!]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: From behind at the knees, Ramblin Man clips Sloan from behind and with Ulfric distracting Besolve, no one saw the cheap shot.
[As Besolve goes to see what has happened, Ulfric exits and snapping a steel chair closed, he motions for Ramblin Man to get Besolve's attention.]
Referee Besolve: Did you do anything?
Rambling Man: ME? I was just standing here!
Referee Besolve: I'm warning you!
[Raising the chair above his head, Ulfric slams it down on the injured champion without the referee's knowledge.]
Referee Besolve: That's it! Get in the ring! FOUR! FIVE!
Promo: So much for fair play!
Referee Besolve: SIX!
E.D: Do onto others Paul before they do onto you.
Promo: So it’s okay to cheat as long as you don’t get caught?
Referee: SEVEN!
E.D: Something like that.
[Still on the outside as the referee’s count hits EIGHT, and rolling under the ropes, Ulfric stops the Besolve from reaching TEN! Sliding back out of the ring, Rick reclaims the chair and placing Sloan's leg inside the folds, raises his boot and…]
[CRACK!]
Mike Sloan: [Wide eyed] AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: WOW did you hear that snap crackle pop?
E.D: Well it was either the chair breaking or Sloan’s knee cap and if it’s the latter, just call the fat lady because it’s time for her to start singing.
Referee Besolve: Get in the ring! One... Two... Three...
[Rolling the injured champion under the bottom ropes, Ulfric follows from behind and immediately goes for the press.]
Promo: Shoulders to the canvas for the…
Referee Besolve: 1… 2…
Crowd: [THREE!!!]
Referee Besolve: [Waving his arms] NO! Kick out! Only two!
Crowd: Rick! Rick! Rick!
Promo: Since the opening bell, Rick Ulfric has worked the leg area of the champion in an attempt to slow him down and thus far Mike Sloan has been unable to counter this brutal offensive assault.
E.D: I told you when I first saw Rick Ulfric that he was a submission style marvel, and if you’re booked against him, expect to have your ego put in check.
Promo: How do you think you would fair against Sloan.
E.D: Wrestling?
Promo: Yes.
E.D: He would eat me up like Pac-man does dots but he's not in there with me, he's in there with Mike Sloan!
[Knee drop to the ankle adds insult to injury and winding up the leg, Rick leans back locking in a figure four.]
Mike Sloan: [ARGGH!!!!]
[Dead in the center of the ring, Besolve asks a screaming champion if he wants to submit.]
Referee Besolve: If the pain is too much, I’ll end the match Mike, do you want to give up?
Mike Sloan: [NOOOOO!!!!]
Rick Ulfric: [Yanking back harder on the toe] Come on Sloan, TAP!
Mike Sloan: [AAAARGH!]
Referee Besolve: Do you want to submit?
Promo: Sloan refuses to answer the referee and it can’t be long now before this one’s over!
Crowd: Let’s go Rick! Let’s go Rick! Let’s go Rick!
E.D: The crowd is trying to egg on this submission but it's just infuriating Sloan!
Promo: I don't think its working!
[Shaking and turning his body left to right, the champion manages to get to his stomach reversing the figure 4 and releasing the hold, Ulfric immediately grabs his own leg from the instant tenderness now present. Limping to his feet with the aid of the ropes, Sloan drives his boot into the side of Ulfric’s knee and crumpling over the bottom nylon, Sloan drops to one knee and applies a reverse chin lock.]
Promo: The champion pulls backwards trying to snap the neck of the challenger and...
Crowd: [OH! ]
Promo: Forearm by Sloan to the base of the spine and just like that, Rick Ulfric might be out!
E.D: 1… 2…
Referee Besolve: [THREE!!!]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Mike Sloan: I did it!
Referee Besolve: No foot on the ropes!
Mike Sloan: Come on Darrel!
Referee Besolve: [Waving off the count] Foot on the ropes, only two, continue the match, only two!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Mike Sloan has gotten his second wind and the challenger better be careful because there goes the champion up to the top turnbuckle.
E.D: Sloan is taking a big risk here!
[Leaping into the air, Ulfric rolls to the side and Sloan misses the leg drop from the top!]
[THUD!]
[Rick stumbles to his feet and staggering to his left, takes Sloan by the leg once again and immediately goes into a spinning leg lock.]
E.D: I know the action in the ring is exciting, but does anyone see what the New Gods are doing on the entrance ramp?
Promo: Is that glass?
E.D: And gas...
Promo: What in God's name are they doing?
E.D: Executing a formula for extreme violence.
Promo: Inside the ring, Ulfric winds up the champion!
E.D: Round and round he goes, and if he doesn’t stop, Mike’s knee just might go!
Promo: Rick’s looking to go back to the figure four and if sinks it in, like Frank Sinatra used to say, “The time has come to say fair well!”
E.D: Inside cradle, counter by the champion and…
[THUD!]
Crowd: [OOO!]
[CLUNK!]
Crowd: Bad ASS wrestling! Bad ASS wrestling! Bad ASS wrestling!
E.D: WOW!
Promo: Through the ropes and out of the ring goes Rick Ulfric and my God, he landed face first onto those steel stairs!
E.D: Rick Ulfric is gushing blood like a stuck pig and pardon the cliché, but the champion has to smell blood in the water!
[Reaching up, Rick goes into survival mode by raking the eyes of the champion.]
Promo: This is not good for Sloan!
E.D: Sloan? What the hell are you talking about, Rick is the one bleeding.
Promo: Ulfric likes to bleed! In fact, the sight of his own blood is a motivator! Also remember, he likes pain because he says it wakes him up and helps him focus. Trust me Eric, he will fight till there is nothing left to give.
[Rolling to his side with blood streaming down his chest, Ulfric allows Sloan back into the ring and through blurry vision the champion goes for a quick high impact maneuver.]
[KA-THUD!]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: Sloan misses the suicide dive over the top rope and dragging the injured champion off his back and sliding him into the ring, a desperate and bloody Ulfric hooks the leg for the 1… 2…]
Crowd: [THREE!!!]
Referee: [TWO!!]
E.D: That was closer than my girlfriend's last pregnancy test!
Promo: Rick Ulfric needs to end this right now because the longer he ventures into foreign territory; the more chances he’s going to give the more technically sound champion a chance to change the tide.
[Leaning Sloan against the turnbuckle, Rick fires forward with a killer knife edge chop!]
Crowd: [WOOOOO!]
[The champion connects with a jab but the challenger returns fire in form of another chop.]
Crowd: [WOOOOOOOO!]
Promo: Out of the corner with an Irish whip but Sloan reverses the hold, counter of the reversal by Ulfric, and the challenger arches backwards but Sloan re-counters with an elbow to the ear! Rick shakes it off and hits a Head and arm Tax-plex anyway!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
E.D: The fans go wild!
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: What an exchange of moves! Ulfric never gives up once he sets his mind to something, this coupled with a high threshold for pain means he is willing to take a lot of punishment and will still find a way to keep pulling himself back to his feet time and time again to continue a fight.
E.D: Rick is holding nothing back, for him there is no tomorrow, there is only the brief time he has to spend traveling the country defending the gold. He will put his heart and soul into this match. Blood, sweat tears, he is coming out there ready to bleed, ready to scrap, ready to stand up no matter how many times he is knocked down. He wants this more than he has ever wanted anything in his life and there is a hint of desperation there because of the New Gods. He is not going to be pinned easily, he is willing to risk personal injury to win. if this is to be the last match he ever sees, then he is going to make it the most memorable experience possible.
Promo: He's going for it!
E.D: Ulfric winds his finger in the air and could it be? Is he going for the belly to back cross face chicken wing suplex?
Promo: Sinking in the move and looking to arch upwards, Mike desperately latches onto the ropes!
E.D: He’s in the ropes!
[Losing his grip Mike slips off the nylon.]
Promo: He’s still reaching for the ropes!
E.D: The hell he is, he had them! Break the hold Besolve you complete idiot!
[With his stable looking on, Ulfric unleashes the gates of hell and dumping Sloan onto the back of his neck, Mike stops moving.]
Crowd: [WOW!]
Referee: 1... 2... THRE...
Crowd: [YEAH!]
E.D: YOU IDIOT BESOLVE!
Promo: Ulfric thinks he sees Besolve’s hand hit the canvas and releasing the cover, Rick thinks he’s the brand new NAWA World Heavyweight champion!
E.D: Celebrating in the ring, and calling for the belt, Ulfric has no idea he hasn’t won!
Promo: The crowd is screaming for him to turn around but Rick apparently is not only blind, but deaf in both ears!
[From behind, Besolve yanks Ulfric's arms down and Rick pushes Darrel onto his ass.]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: Besolve is livid!
E.D: I don't think the new champion even cares!
Promo: He's not the new champion but Sloan has the world title in his hands and he's sneaking up from behind!
E.D: HIT HIM!
[Instantly getting to his feet, the irate Besolve thrusts forward with a bull rush clothesline but Ulfric ducks and Darrel upends a charging Mike Sloan sending the belt flying out of the ring.]
Crowd: [OH!]
E.D: Besolve did that on purpose!
Promo: What?! Are we watching the same match?
E.D: I see through this entire mess! Besolve and Ulfric are friends damn it! CHEATERS!!!!!!!!!
Promo: Dropping the belt and spinning in circles here comes Ulfric and drilling an already injured Sloan into the small mats with a Bridging Tiger suplex, WOW what a move!]
Ulfric: [Yelling into the crowd] MY BELT!!
Crowd: [POP!]
E.D: Where the hell is Ulfric going?
Promo: Under the ring for something!
Crowd: YEAH!!! [POP]
E.D: It’s a barbwire bat!
[Into the ring goes the weapon, and then into the stomach of Mike Sloan!]
Mike Sloan: [AAAWWWW!!!]
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
[Taking bat and twisting it into the midsection of now blood soaked Sloan, the crowd goes completely nuts as chants of Bad ASS Wrestling continue to rain down from the arena ceiling.]
Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!
Promo: Sloan cries out from the intense brutality of the barbwire, and finally in The Embrace position, Ulfric yanks down and smacks Sloan’s head into the brutal barbwire bat.
Crowd: [OH!] Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
E.D: CHEATERS!!!! All Besolve needed was a mask and some money and this would have been a robbery!
Referee Besolve: 1… 2…
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Referee Besolve: THREE!!!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Crowd: That was awesome! [clap clap clap-clap-clap] That was awesome! [clap clap clap-clap-clap] That was awesome! [clap clap clap-clap-clap]
Michael Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the contest by pin fall, and NEW NAWA World Heavyweight champion! Rick Ulfric!
Crowd: That was awesome! [clap clap clap-clap-clap] That was awesome! [clap clap clap-clap-clap] That was awesome! [clap clap clap-clap-clap]
Promo: Well it finally came to an end and wow what an ending it was!
[Inside the ring, Besolve approaches Ulfric with the belt and handing him the title raises his hand victory. From all sides of the ring, the New Gods immediately swarm heading for Besolve. Falling into the ropes from exhaustion, Ulfric is on his feet but looks to recover.]
Promo: So much for your theory!
E.D: I don't understand what's going on but Ramblin Man has Ulfric’s bat, Lucifer in his hands.
Promo: They are looking to take Darrel Besolve out once and for all!
E.D: Talk about biting the hand that feeds!
[All of four look to attack but Ramblin Man doesn't want to hit Besolve. The other three New Gods reach for the bat but Ramblin Man clubs them one after another until it's just him and a stunned world champion inside the ring! Without fear, Ulfric slaps Ramblin Man in the face and snatching the bat, bashes Besolve in the back with it!]
Crowd: [JEEZE!]
Promo: Now looming over Besolve, Ulfric hits his former friend three more times with the bat in the back, cursing at him and motioning to the scars around his throat from the vicious hanging Besolve did to him years before.
E.D: Besolve is getting everything he deserves right now for cheating Mike Sloan out of that title!
Promo: I bet somewhere in the back, there is a smiling Mr. Batee just loving what's happening right now in the ring.
[Throwing a bloody Besolve over the top rope, Ulfric yells at a less than motivated Ramblin Man.]
Rick Ulfric: Light that shit up!
Promo: Ulfric grabs hold of Besolve and my God, he's hauling him over to the Harley with the length of chain wrapped around the front of it.
E.D: Our father, who arts in heaven...
Promo: He's undoing the lock, and unwraping most of the chain!
E.D: Hollow be thy name....
[Having it secured to the bike, Ulfric then wraps the free end around Besolve’s feet so there is no chance of Besolve wrestling free.]
Promo: Someone needs to get out here right now!
E.D: They that's my headset!
Rick Ulfric: [Glaring down at Besolve] I’ve been waiting a long time for this you son of a bitch. If the cops hadn’t stopped me this is what would have happened to you outside the hospital Darrel. Do you remember that day, or have you forced it from your mind, eager to forget the day you nearly died. Fate was kind to you that day, Fate and an army of cops stood between you and blesses oblivion, but not today Darrel. See you in hell you son of a bitch!
[With that, he throws down the microphone, straddles the bike, turns it on, and throttles forward....]
[KA-FN-THUD!]
Crowd: [OH!]
[...dragging Besolve into the steel stairs much to the horror of the fans.]
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Promo: AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
[WHOOOOSH!]
E.D: The ramp that's covered in glass, nails, tacks, and Lord only knows what else!
[Off the bike, and undoing the chain, The New Gods each grab hold and begin dragging a helpless Besolve up the ramp.]
[Like in a lopsided game of tug of war, The New Gods yank Besolve over the broken glass and tacks. His flesh tears on his arms, back, and legs but they don't stop. The thumb tacks puncture his skin but they do not yield. Not stopping and continuing through the curtains in front of a shredded up Besolve, Ulfric disappears into the back and our show comes to a very scary end.]
Promo: I... I... My... my God... [Long pause followed by a cracking voice.] Someone in the back please help Darrel Besolve.
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