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New York State Heavyweight Championship: [Part 3]
[Fatal Three Way]
Lee Riel
Vs.
Jeremy King
Vs.
Triple Six Trek
Ring Announcer Michael Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to TVMA!
Crowd: [POP!]
Stuffher: ... and welcome to Albuquerque, NM!
Crowd: [POP!]
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Our opening bout is for the New York State Heavyweight championship and will be one fall to a finish!
E.D: Vacated? I thought Jeff Harris was the champion?
Promo: You really need to stop drinking.
E.D: My God, do you really think so?
Promo: Seriously.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Already in the ring, he is Mr. Batee's bodyguard - "Lone Wolf" Jeremy King!
Jeremy King: [Climbing up the turnbuckle] YEAH!!
Crowd: [POP!]
E.D: When will King learn that the fastest way to the top is not by protecting Batee, but by winning in matches like this?
Promo: Are you serious? Without Batee's backstage push, King would be nothing more than a CASW star.
E.D: I'll make sure to tell him that after the match.
Promo: I didn't mean it like that...
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And his opponent….
[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 Trek!!
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 he hopes to walk out with the BACW NYS Title around his waist. 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.]
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!]
E.D: This guy should try soap, it really does a body good.
Promo: I think the saying is Milk does a body good.
E.D: Thanks for blowing that joke; man you are a complete idiot!
Promo: [Looking at his papers] My program said nothing about jokes?
E.D: I really need to ask for a raise.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[Entering the ring, Trek turns his back to his opponent and plays to the crowd.]
Trek: [Both hands in the air] PEANUT BUTTER!
E.D: Peanut what...?
Promo: Look out! King is charging from behind and here comes Riel down the isle!
Crowd: WOW!
Promo: Leaping super kick to back of Trek's spine and did you see the height?
E.D: I don't think I have ever seen anything like that in my life! I mean the closest thing would have to be the Turkish prison...
Promo: [Mouth open] ...
[King pulls his opponent to his feet and locking down, unleashes a killer flipping arm bar that drives Trek into canvas face first. Coming around the stairs, Lee Riel takes a seat with the announcers.]
Promo: What the heck?
Lee Riel: [Placing the spare headset over his ears] Pretty good match huh?
Promo: Why are you sitting here? You're supposed to be in there wrestling for a title!
Riel: Come on Promo, this is the New York State championship... Do I need to say more?
E.D: Yeah Paul, shut the hell up and just consider yourself lucky that Lee decided to grace you with his presence.
Riel: [Sniffing] Do I smell salami?
E.D: [Looking down] No, I'm just happy to see you.
Riel: I'm really not sure how to react to that comment.
Promo: Welcome to my nightmare.
[Off his back and to his feet... A second hard boot to the midsection doubles over Trek and tossing him into the ropes, King's cross body is countered by a Triple Six Trek power slam.]
[BOOM!]
Riel: Is this considered a dark match or are we live?
Promo: Please Mr. Riel... Just because you chose not to wrestle for this title, don't treat these BACW stars like second class citizens. Trek will kick your ass!
Crowd: [POP!]
Trek: [Plays to the crowd!] Get in here Riel!
Riel: [Tilting his chair back and placing his hands behind his head.] I'm sorry Trek, but I saw you come out of the bathroom stall and you didn't wash your hands. So to answer your question... "no thank you!"
E.D: You wash your hands after you crap?
Riel: [Sliding over away from Danger] Yeah...
Promo: I can't believe this conversation is happening.
Crowd: [POP!]
[Irish whip into corner and King hits the turnbuckle with a thud!]
Jeremy King: [Arching his back in pain] OWWW!!
Promo: Follow up running splash by Trek connects and stumbling from the turnbuckles, King redirects the momentum with a no hands head butt.
E.D: Into the opposite ropes with an Irish whip of his own!
Riel: Wow, and actual wrestling move besides a punch or kick!
E.D: Into the corner with a thud and closing in, King eats a fist full of knuckles and just like that, the tide is turning once again.
Promo: Irish whip into a hip toss and Trek is going for the cover and the count.
Referee: 1… 2…
Crowd: [OH!]
Referee: Two! Only two! Continue the match!
E.D: King gets his shoulder off the canvas and this one’s going to continue!
Riel: I might have to get involved soon so I can prevent this crowd from falling asleep.
Promo: What? This match is full of action!
Riel: And I bet you liked Broke Back Mountain too.
E.D: Man has a point.
Promo: [Whatever hand] Scoop slam yields only a two count and pounding his fist into the face of King, Trek continues his dominance inside the ring and there goes King down to the floor of the arena.]
Crowd: [Mixed reaction]
Referee: 1…. 2…. 3…. 4…..
Promo: You better get in there Riel if you plan on [sarcasm] waking the crowd up!
Referee: 5…. 6…. 7….
Riel: [Throwing his headset to the desk] Give me a second simpleton.
Crowd: [BOO!]
E.D: Go get him Riel!
Promo: I think this one’s eventually going to spiral out of control.
E.D: HEY! [Tossing the NYS belt to Lee] Take this!
Promo: Don't give him that belt!
E.D: Too late.
Referee: 8…. 9….
Crowd: [Louder BOO!]
[Tossing the NYS championship belt into the ring along with a chair, Riel rolls King under the ropes too. Beating the ten count, Lee enters from behind and immediately beats Trek to the punch slamming the steel seat into his spine.]
E.D: Big move by Riel!
Promo: Big cheap shot by Riel and from a man who prides himself on "wrestling" this is complete nonsense!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Steel chair to the head of Trek!
[Clang!]
[Clang!]
Promo: Over and over and over again, Trek’s head is busted wide open!
Crowd: [POP!]
E.D: Lee Riel is having a Mexican party and Triple Six Trek looks like the piñata!
[Pointing to the NYS belt, and pulling King up by his head, Riel body slams him onto his championship strap.]
Crowd: [OH!]
Riel: Highlight!!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: King is hurt bad and Riel is now climbing the ropes!
Crowd: [Stomping]
E.D: He’s going for his finisher!
[Jumping into the air as only Lee Riel can, the crowd holds their breath...]
Riel: [AAARRGGH!!!!!]
[SPLAT!]
Crowd: [WOW!]
Promo: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!
E.D: Up and down onto King with a splash and here’s the cover and count!
Referee: 1… 2… THREE!!!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Referee: [Waving off the count TWO!]
E.D: Riel pulled him up? Why?
Promo: I don't know but he's now dragging Triple Six Trek over to the fallen King and no, not like this...
Referee: 1… 2… THREE!!!
Crowd: [BOO!] Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Promo: This one’s over and thanks to Lee Riel, Triple Six Trek is still the NYS Heavyweight champion!
E.D: This capacity crowd can't believe it and quite frankly, neither can I! Why did Lee Riel give up the gold?
[Ding! Ding! Ding]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the bout by pin fall, and still New York State Heavyweight champion - Triple Six Trek!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Riel told Batee he was going to embarrass him and what a way to add onto Batee's misery but to screw his own personal security guard!
E.D: Mr. Batee isn't going to like this.
Promo: Well as Lee Riel continues up the ramp, its time to take a break, but when we return, it's going to be the BACW Heavyweight championship on the line when Chris Ross takes on Spectre! We'll see you in a few.
Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours: [Part 4]
[We fade to the Ovaltron shot of Darrel Besolve in Mr. Batee’s office. Besolve's dressed in a pair of long, black, mesh Nike basketball shorts and a crimson, faded, “IWA: Canadian King” tee shirt. He is sitting across from the Chairman and we seem to be joining them mid-negotiation.]
Mr. Batee: There is no way that I am going to let all that happen without any sort of long term commitment. You cannot blame me here, Darrel; there is a business component to this—no matter how much I think we both want it to work out.
[The former champion tosses his hands up into the air.]
Darrel Besolve: Don’t hide behind the money with me, Brad. We both know how much you are hauling in with this company now that NAWA has formed and, if push came to shove, I’ll just pay you for whatever lost revenue that you believe you will lose with me not signed long-term. I’ve got more money than God.
[BACW's owner slams his hands on the desk kicking his chair back.]
Mr. Batee: Look, I won’t lie to you, the match is tempting but I to think about the entertainment value as well. If you won’t sign though, there is no way in hell that the match tonight will be for the NAWA World Title. You can’t exit as champion and I'm not setting myself up for screw job.
Darrel Besolve: That’s fine. I am here to get Ricky for what he did to me at the last TVMA—the title is not the draw for me. Don’t get me wrong, a part of me wants to hold the belt just to say I have held them all; but I want Ulfric’s blood on this one. He owes after that motorcycle stunt.
[Mr. Batee sits back and tapping his pen on the desk, looks up at Besolve through the top of his reading glasses.]
Mr. Batee: So non-title.
Darrel Besolve: And no holds barred.
[Throwing his pencil in the air, Batee looks on with a curious gaze.]
Mr. Batee: Come again?
Darrel Besolve: I want chokes and strikes legal.
[Shaking his head Batee responds.]
Mr. Batee: So you want to try to kill him and you want my help?
Darrel Besolve: He’s got it coming.
Mr. Batee: The man did throw me down a flight of stairs a few months ago and leave me for dead. And you know me Darrel, I'm like an elephant, I never forget anything.
Darrel Besolve: Besides, I am the one giving up a shot at the newly created most prized title in our sport, so, from that perspective, it is only fair to make my revenge be available in the way I want it because of the sacrifice.
Mr. Batee: Darrel, I know your motivation for wanting the match. You will turn it into a ground-and-pound-a-thon and I'm not in the Ultimate Fighting business; this is entertainment.
Darrel Besolve: Was his motorcycle entertainment?
Mr. Batee: Well yes but...
Darrel Besolve: So what's the problem?
Mr. Batee: Alright, but Ulfric has to agree to this no holds barred thing and while we are on the subject, there is something I want you to do for me in return.
[Knowing Mr. Batee like he do, Besolve immediately retorts.]
Darrel Besolve: I won’t sign a long…
[Leaning in, Mr. Batee gets a coy grin across his face and giving Besolve a matter of fact look he replies...]
Mr. Batee: Not long term at all.
Darrel Besolve: Then what?
Mr. Batee: I just need you to take care of something for me... Pull a thorn from my paw so to speak...
Darrel Besolve: Keep talking...
Mr. Batee: Well this is what I had in mind....
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