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Part 3 - DOOM!
[Backstage we see Sarah Richards standing in the hallway with her cell phone in hand.]
Sarah: So everything is set right? Great! Trust me, it’s for the best...When this video is showed it will go down…Trust me, he will do exactly what we think he will do… Look I got to go.
[From the distance, Parks walks up to Sarah as she's turning off her cell phone. She greets her man DCP with a BIG hug and kiss.]
Sarah: [Biting her upper lip] Hey baby how’s it going?
Derek: [With a worried tone] I've been looking for you. Have you seen Ross yet? I haven’t been able to find him anywhere.
Sarah: [Twirling her hair] He has to be around here somewhere. I heard he was searching for Batee again so I know he’s in the building.
Derek: You know, it would be nice if he were to put some of that effort and energy into this match!
[Singing "Who let the dawgs out" Kimo Newton rolls down the hallway in his wheel chair.]
Sarah: Hey look there’s Kimo. He should know where Chris is.
Derek: Someone better!
[Sarah and DCP walk over to the wrestler's snack table where Kimo is now stopped. He's still bandaged up from the brutal beating he took at BACW's last show. He appears to have a bottle of Jamaican rum which he seems to be pouring in a plastic cup.]
Sarah: [Snapping her gum] Hey Kimo, have you seen Ross?
[Kimo spins his chair around and stares right at Sarah and DCP.]
Kimo: Yo I thought something smelled fishy....
Sarah: Ha! Ha! Real funny asshole, I'll say it again, where is your buddy Chris?
Kimo: [Pointing at DCP] Actually, dog I wanted to talk to Parks here since he's the LOSER who took me down last month!
Derek: Listen you piece of shit just tell us where your buddy is so I can talk to him about our game plan.
Kimo: AH if it isn’t tha thief himself. The man that stoled my BACW Tag- Team Championship. Ya don't look like a Hustler to me... Hell ya ain't even Hawaiian... You look like a pale faced vampire dog. So ya ain't a hustler and ya ain't Hawaiian... Ya sure as hell ain't a Hawaiian Hustler dog!
Derek: What f***ing ever dude. I won this title fair and square. Get over it! You should thank me for winning these titles because while you were off playing hurt, I was out making sure your "buddy" Ross didn’t screw up yet another title match.
Kimo: Playing scared? Yo dog I know that it was you that attacked me. If it wasn’t for yo punk ass I would have went out there and the Hawaiian Hustlers would be standing here the BACW Tag-Team Champions. And who tha fuck ya callin playin hurt?! Motha fucka i've been fallin in and outta conciousness all week thanks to what ya did! You had no business in that match. Ya stole my opportunity and then you inserted yourself in a match and took the glory from my home dog Ross. Yo nothin but a loser. Why don’t you just give me that title then you can go play nasty with Miss Dirty over thurr yo.
[SLAP!]
Kimo: [OW!]
Crowd: [OOO!]
[Sarah slaps Kimo across the face.]
Kimo: Dirty slut! Yo lucky I'm in this chair!
Sarah: Listen you son of a bitch! I never liked you in high school and I hate you even more now. You’re just a jealous no talented bum. You just can’t accept that my man DCP was able to help or should I say win the tag team titles for Chris in his first time. How many times were you able to do that? That’s right none! Just tell us where Chris is and we will be on our way.
[Kimo takes another drink of Jamaican rum then spits it all over Sarah's clevage.]
Sarah: KIMO!!!
Derek: THAT'S ENOUGH BETWEEN BOTH OF YOU!
Kimo: There’s yo answer bitch!
Sarah: Look what he did to me baby!
[DCP grabs Kimo by the throat ripping him out of his chair and slams him up against the wall.]
Derek: [Pulling his fist back] I'm going to finish you off right here.
[Chris Ross comes around the corner and immediately runs over to confront DCP.]
Chris Ross: PARKS! LET HIM GO!
[DCP lets go of Kimo letting him flop to the floor then looks directly at Ross.]
Derek: It’s about damn time. Look, we don’t have much time before our match. We need to go over our game plan.
Ross: Like I told you before, we don’t need any game plan. We are going to do things MY way!
Kimo: Ross don’t listen to him dog.... Just give him the damn title.... We don’t need this. You don’t need him. He was the one that attacked me from behind. He took a glass bat to ma dome yo!
Derek: [Looking down at Kimo] Shut the hell up! This is none of your business. You don’t know what you’re talking about.
Sarah: Ugh! I'm so sticky!
Ross: How many times have I told you to shower after doing it?
Sarah: SCREW YOU!
[DCP then holds up the BACW Tag-Team Championship Belt in front of Ross’ face.]
Derek: Listen you dumbf**** this isn’t one of your fairytale video games. This is the real deal. If you want to continue being a loser and hanging out with bums like him [points to Kimo] then just give me that other title and I will find me a partner that can actually defend a title. All I keep hearing from you is that you’re tired of being a loser and want to be taken seriously well if you truly believe that and aren’t blowing smoke up everyone’s ass then you need to shut the hell up. You just need to listen to me. We didn’t win the tag team titles as a team but we sure in the hell are going to defend as one whether you or I like or not.
Ross: Oh... I bet you feel like a real tough guy attacking a man in a wheel chair! Look Parks, I ain't going to accuse you of attacking him... I ain't going to accuse anyone of attacking him... But I swear Parks... If you did this to Kimo... You will know my name is Chris Ross... And I promise...
Crowd & Ross: You won't forget it!
Crowd: [Cheap pop]
[Ross knocks the tag-team title out of DCP’s hands and the two stare each other down as the video fades to black.]
Challenge Match
Orge Lambart
Vs.
Ryan Rhodes
[The camera comes back from the break as Orge Lambart enters the ring to a standing ovation.]
Crowd: Orge! Orge! Orge!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is a challenge match, and is set for one fall! Already in the ring, he is the former BACW Regional champion, "Beast Master" Orge Lambart!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: Orge Lambart's career has fizzled a bit since he lost his regional championship a few months ago but something tells me this match with Ryan Rhodes is going to be just what the doctor ordered.
TK: Apparently his family life is getting the way of his professional career but if I was him, I would stab them all with forks and tell them to shut the hell up! And that includes the kids too!
Promo: That's uncalled for.
TK: Tell it to the judge.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: And his opponent … hailing from London, England weighing in at 316 pounds, he calls himself the Real Deal ... Introducing Ryan RHODES!
[The crowd comes to life as the Englishman's name is read out ..]
Crowd: [RYAN, RYAN ... CLAP, CLAP, CLAP]
Stuffher: Introducing Ryan RHODES!
Crowd: [RYAN, RYAN ... CLAP, CLAP, CLAP]
[This continues for 15 or so seconds ...but Ryan Rhodes has yet to come out.]
Promo: Maybe he went back the England?
TK: Well Orge Lambart doesn't care and he's demanding that the referee raise his hand.
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[The crowd turns to look up at the Oval-tron as a series of images flashes in a random fashion.]
[Beep! Beep! Beep!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[All at once the static is replaced with a shot of Ryan RHODES whose dressed up in a green jump suite with combat boots.]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Ryan Rhodes: [Smiling] Orge! Up here! Turn your massive head over in my direction and look up 'ere.
[The referee bails from the ring, and Orge looks up towards the ramp in a frustrated fashion.]
Rhodes: That's better, that's better. Orge, did you really think it was going to be as easy as Ryan Rhodes ambling down to the ring, Orge Lambart flexing, and Orge Lambart getting the 1,2,3?
Crowd: [BOO!]
Rhodes: Orge, to remind you, we were an afterthought, a late addition to the card... it was something like shit Orge Lambart hasn't been penciled in ... Oh yeah, Rhodes is back! Let's put them together, no one will care anyway!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Rhodes: Orge can do a number, get paid and then go and kick back. [Rhodes smiles] Well that's how it was sold to me. Apathy and contempt Orge are ripe, but Ryan Rhodes ain't playing pin me pay me no more. I'm not putting the work in for idiots like Mike Sloan, Derek Parks and Particle Dude to get the top billing.
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Rhodes: Orge if you're feeling what I'm saying you need to make more of an impression. That's not giving us a low-down on the beating you give your son, or the fact that you want the world to be a better place [Rhodes pretends to wipe a tear from his eye] How cute ... but you need to concentrate on being the best damn performer in the business. You need the fans to go home, saying ... "You know what Bud [in a quasi American accent] that Orge Lambert really puts it on the line ... [Smile] You need to make an impression! And Orge, I mean a BIG impression!
[The crowd begins to get restless as Orge paces waiting for the match to begin.]
Orge: [Screaming at the Oval-tron] Get down here right now so I make a BIG impression with my fist on your face!
Rhodes: Hold on, hold on ... I can't believe it Orge ... I'm telling you what you need to do! Maybe I need to take a leaf out of my own book. Maybe the Real Deal needs to make it REAL? Maybe it's time I reminded MY FANS ... what Ryan Rhodes is all about.
Crowd: [Rhodes! Rhodes! Rhodes!]
Rhodes: Yea Orge , step a lil' bit closer and look into my eyes.
[The camera moves closer.]
Rhodes: See the desire, see the bloody single mindedness ...
See the ...
[CLANG!]
Orge: [Falling to the ground] UGH!
Promo: It's the Harbingers of Doom from behind and they are administering the proverbial beat down on Orge Lambart! Timmi Magik has a Singapore cane and he's splintering it over Orge's now sliced up and bloody back!
TK: This is better than stabbing a fork into Orge's forehead! Look at his skin turn beat red! This is great!
Crowd: [BOO!] Ass-hoooles! Ass-hoooles! Ass-hoooles!
Promo: Tremere has just taken out a can of gas out from under the ring and he's lighting a table on fire! Inside the ring, Timmi is done tying Orge's hands behind his back and my god no! He's tying his feet together too!
TK: All you need is a camp fire and this would be like my very first Cub Scout camping trip!
Promo: You were in Cub Scouts.
TK: Of course I was! They gave you metal forks to use at dinner!
Promo: [Shakes his head in disgust.]
[Rolling back into the ring, the HoD pick up Orge and tossing him over the ropes like a javelin, Lambart goes crashing through the flaming table with a sick THUD! The fans go crazy and Paul can't believe his eyes!]
Promo: OH MY GOD!!!!!
TK: I don't even think he can help Orge Lambart right now.
Crowd: Is he dead?! Is he dead?! Is he dead?!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Referee: Ring the bell! Ring the bell! No contest! Ring the bell!
Promo: Good Lord riding a skate board, Orge's wrestling boots are still on fire and something tells me this feud between Ryan Rhodes' tag team and Orge Lambart, is just getting started.
TK: Feud? It's a three on one Paul and unless someone like me comes to Orge's rescue and stabs Timmi Magician in the eye with a fork, that's all it's ever going to be; a three on one beat down!
Promo: His name is Magik.
TK: No it's not Paul, its spelled wrong! Even my uneducated ass knows that!
Promo: I think your education level starting to show!
TK: [Jamming the fork into Promo] Mother Fuc....
Promo: AHHH!!! [Promo holds his neck] What the hell? Why did you just stab me with that fork?
TK: You have a big fucking mouth Paul, and I'll do it again if you ever talk to me like that!
Promo: [Looking at his hand] Oh my God, I think I'm bleeding!
TK: You're lucky I didn't go for the jugular!
Promo: [Moving away from Knight] Folks, while I get some medical attention, we are going to take a break, but when we return it's going to be the New York State Heavyweight Championship on the line as champion Alec Ace goes one on one with BACW's Head of Security, Jeremy King. We will see you in a few!
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