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[Part 7] - Darkness Imprisoning me
Rick Ulfric: Ya know. [Ulfric drawled in that deep growling of his.] It takes three victims to make a proper crucifixion scene.
[He was talking to the wind, and the rain. Or maybe just talking to the voices inside his head; the ones who’d been talking more and more now. Ulfric took another drag of his cigarette, flicked it to the side, and cracked his neck. Rumbling about the pain in his shoulder, Ulfric grimaced before heading inside. Through the emergency door, Rick stepped right into the path of the boss, who seems to be a darting furtive these days.]
Mr. Batee: Ulfric! Ulfric!
[I kept walking baiting my line.]
Mr. Batee: Hey boy I'm talking to your goofy crippled ass!
[I growl at his ignorance.]
Mr. Batee: Have you seen that Hawaiian nut job Chris Ross?
[Ulfric gives him a sideways glance, then a glimmer of a grin.]
Ulfric: Headed for the office boss, hunting for you. [Ulfric continued.] You want a safe place to hide?
Mr. Batee: You help me? Well Jeremy is supposed to meet me in a few minute... but... Oh My Lord all mighty why not? Ulfric, can you keep me safe for 5 minutes until Lone Wolf gets here? You know how I'm not a fan of hiding.
Ulfric: Neither am I. [Ulfric growled under his breath, too soft for Batee to hear.] Come on Boss, I’ll help ya. [Ulfric told him, and gestured for him to follow, setting off at a quick, limping pace.]
Mr. Batee: You're limping sort of fast boy, where you taking me to?
Ulfric: Won’t anyone find you down here?
[Ulfric said, opening the door to the boiler room for Batee]
Mr. Batee: On second thought Mr. Chop-me-up-and-throw-away-the-key. I think I'll take my chances with... McClain? Hey get off me!
[Ulfric grabs his boss, and from behind, he and McClain give Batee a forceful shove down the dark stairs.]
Mr. Batee: AHHHH!!!! .....[Falling down the stairs]
[Ulfric and McClain chuckle as Rick brushes his hair back from his face, his eyes bright and full of malice.
[SLAM!]
[The door is closed.]
Ulfric: That was almost too easy.
Matt McClain: Now what?
Ulfric: I got a match, we can come back to finish this later...
McClain: Want me to come to the ring with you?
Ulfric: I have it covered.
[Turning his back to McClain, the scene fades on Matt's very confused expression.]
McClain: [Matt taps his finger on his chin] Covered huh? [Looking at the door, McClain shakes his head and walks away.
[Part 8] - Ultimate "X"
Rick Ulfric
Vs.
Jeremy King
Vs.
Orge Lambart
[Back at ringside, we once agani kick the show back to the commentators.]
Promo: [Stunned] McClain & Ulfric have gone too far this time!
ED: Why would you say that?
Promo: They just threw our boss down a flight of stairs!
ED: So... Umm... Do you think we are still going to get paid?
Promo: You're ridiculous!
ED: E-D don't care.
Promo: I can't take you any longer! Let's go to the ring for the introductions.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next bout will held under Ultimate "X" Rules!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Stuffher: This means a briefcase will be hung in the center this criss-cross scaffolding high above the ring! The first person to retrieve the case will get a shot at the New York state heavyweight championship whenever they wish; but this contract will expire on at next year's 2008 Grinder in April!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: Already in the ring, from Philadelphia Pennsylvania, he is "Beast Master" Orge Lambart!
Promo: In recent weeks Orge seems to be converting from the good book of the Lord to the practices of Shiva and I have to tell you something Eric, with reports of spousal abuse now starting to surface, could we be looking at the next OJ Simpson?
ED: My opinion is deep down Orge Lambart is one sick and twisted individual who tried to do the right thing but couldn't.
Promo: What do you mean tried?
ED: It's like being an alcoholic. You can want to stop. You can try to stop. But in the end, you are only control your sickness on a temporary basis.
Promo: Well if that's true, I can say that I'm very disappointed because just a few months ago, Orge Lambart was almost in line for a heavyweight title match.
ED: Shit happens Paul, and then you die.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Stuffher: The second competitor to enter the arena...
[No pyrotechnics, just low lights and fog and the music.]
[No burst of flames, just a large, dark form beginning the slow limp to the ring.]
A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
[He doesn't look left, nor right, just straight ahead, this road scarred warrior carrying himself with pride. He doesn't care if the fans cheer or boo, he doesn't even notice them, only the ring, only the fight waiting there. One pale green eye and one white framed by hair both blood red and smoke hued hangs over his shoulders and down the middle of his back. The limp is less noticeable tonight, but the eyes still hold their old, murderous gleam.]
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
[He doesn't walk alone, in his hand he carries a barbed wire wrapped bat, as weather scarred and beaten as he is. Some cheer, some boo, some watch him in awe, this legend who has seemingly risen from the dead and returned to walk among their midst's]
I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally
[He walks up the steps tonight, bat slung over his shoulder, and steps into the ring, climbing the turnbuckle on the far side, he perches there like a gargoyle, waiting and watching for Lone Wolf to be introduced.]
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
Stuffher: Extreme fiends, this is Rick Ulfric!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Obviously, this is a match where one will have to climb to win, and this put Rick at an obvious disadvantage, that is, if he wished to win.
ED: Who says he wants to win? I mean come on Eric, since when did titles have a meaning for him?
Promo: Maybe he'll just prevent anyone else from winning?
ED: Well if he wants to do that, he's going to have to damage the legs and arms of his opponent's rendering their climbing ability null and void. And if I know this guy, he doesn't give a hoot about hurting any of them if that what he wants to accomplish.
Promo: So the bloodier and brutal the better?
ED: Put it this way, once Orge and King are incapacitated, Ulfric might simply walk out into the moonlight covered in their blood.
Promo: That's just sick!
ED: That's BACW baby!
[Ding! Ding! Ding]
Stuffher: And the final wrestler...
[The PA system crackles as "The Lone Wolf" Jeremy King can be heard followed by “Lone Wolf” by Hank Williams Jr. Jeremy appears at the top of the ramp way with what appears to be a wolf skin hanging from his head Sashay is following behind him.]
Promo: That wolf isn’t on a chain or anything.
ED: I already filed my complaint but its too bad Ulfric and McClain tossed Batee down a flight of stairs into boiler room before he could read it.
[Halfway down the ramp Jeremy drops the wolf skin to the floor and starts throwing punches to show his amazing speed. He is wearing black trunks with a bluish gray paw print on both sides. The back reads Lone Wolf and his knees are protected by black kneepads. Sashay follows in a crossing motion that allows fans to brush their hands across her head.]
Promo: It's call fun and games until the wolf bite someone!
ED: Paul, don't blame the wolf! Blame the stupid parents who are allowing their kids to reach over the damn railing!
[Jeremy’s feet are taped around the ankles and he wears no boots. Sliding into the ring Jeremy stays on all fours and crawls to the nearest rope where he proceeds to catapult himself to the second rope as Ulfric finally comes down from his perch.]
Promo: Do you think Lone Wolf knows Mr. Batee is down there in the boiler room?
ED: Honestly, right now I think he could care less Paul.
Referee: Ring the bell!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
[Jeremy stands tall in a ring full of larger men already he knows he can easily squash him with one power move and quickly scampering through Orge’s legs, King rolls out into right into a clothesline hitting Ulfric from the blind side. Jeremy bounces back and goes for another but bounces back unable to get Rick off his feet.]
ED: Ulfric is laughing at Jeremy’s attempts.
Promo: You have it half right Eric.
ED: Huh?
Promo: I believe Ulfric is laughing that Jeremy’s attacks are completely ineffective.
[Furious, Jeremy goes for a third but as he does, Ulfric bring his arm up for a wild clothesline! Jeremy ducks and waits for Ulfric to turn and as he does, Ulfric is met with a kick to the gut. Jeremy follows with a side Russian leg sweep and ends the series of moves with a right to the chest of his dazed opponent.]
Promo: Jeremy just took Ulfric to the mat. WOW!
ED: He better not forget about Orge!
[Forgetting about the third man in the ring, Lambart sneaks up from behind, and King spins on one knee delivering a low blow. Up to his feet and drilling Orge in the face with a standing drop kick, Lambart falls through the ropes, and down onto the small mats with a THUD!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
ED: Orge is getting back up and King is going for the case early!
Promo: Up to the turnbuckles and then onto the wires, Jeremy heading towards the contract!
[Moving with his legs wrapped around the wires and using his arms to pull himself along, from the other side Orge has somehow beaten him to the center and is about to grab the contract. Jeremy hits him with a pull up kick to the side and Lambart free falls to the mat with a THUMP!]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: I think Jeremy just gave himself the time he needed, and Eric, he's once again moving towards the contract!
Crowd: [NO!]
ED: His hand slipped!
[Hanging from his legs, Jeremy reaches for the contract and as he does, his hands slips! Ulfric limps over and latches onto Jeremy dangling body when suddenly Orge rejoins the action looking for a vertical suplex. Jeremy releases his legs and allowing the change in weight carry him down towards to the logo, he hooks both of his opponent's heads!]
[KA-THU!!!MP!!!!]
Promo: OH MY GAWD!!!
Crowd: [WOW!] Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
ED: I don't believe it! Double DDT from Vampire position and this place has exploded! Ulfric rakes the eyes of Lone Wolf from his back, and rolling to his side, forces Orge to his feet.
Promo: Where the hell is he going?
ED: I'm afraid to ask!
[Ulfric sets Ogre up on the top rope and barley able to climb after him, gets into jack knife power bomb position. Raising his head, Rick leaps off the top...]
[CRRRRRACK!]
[SPLAT!]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo AAAAHHH!!!!! Through the timekeepers table at ringside and Orge Lambart just might be DEAD!
Crowd: You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore!
Promo: Sliding the broken pieces into the ring, Ulfric follows as the crowd continues to go nuts.
Crowd: You're hardcore! You're hardcore! You're hardcore!
[Propping the pieces of the broken table against ring post, Rick scrapes Orge off the canvas and executes a dragon taz-plex through what's left of the wood.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
ED: One of two things has just happened.
Promo: Which are?
ED: Orge is either seriously hurt, or he's definitely dead.
Promo: I honestly can't say which either.
ED: Three consecutive hammerlock northern lights suplexes before going right into a cross face and Lone Wolf is now feeling the wrath of Rick Ulfric!
Promo: From what little I have seen from Rick Ulfric, there are only a few things that stand out to me as unique. One, he never gives up once he sets his mind on something, and two, his high threshold for pain means he is willing to take a lot of punishment in a federation that prides itself on being extreme.
ED: Let's not forget, he has a partner like Matt McClain, and everyone knows The Crippler does not submit either!
Promo: Indeed.
[Finally breaking the hold and rolling from the ring, Ulfric is blindsided by a recovered Lone Wolf who just blasted him between the shoulder blades with a steel chair. Clipping Rick's already gimpy leg, Jeremy crashes the chair over Rick's head and the blood starts to flow.]
Crowd: [CHEERS]
Promo: Ulfric is now busted open and...
Promo: There he goes into the steel stairs.
ED: NO! Reversal by Ulfric and down goes Lone Wolf courtesy of short arm clothesline.
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Folks, I'm not sure you can see this but on the other side of the ring, Orge Lambart is now being helped into the back by our medical team. I think that young man is really hurt.
ED: Ulfric just jack knifed him through a balas wood table from 7 feet in the air, what did you think was going to happen?
Promo: Rick is rolling back into the ring but why is the crowd reacting so hostile?
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Now strolling down the isle, Mike Sloan walks down to ringside and screams to Rick who is now thinking of how he's going to get onto the Ultimate "X".]
Mike Sloan: Rick!
[He screams to the wrestler.]
Sloan: Rick….You have to come with me!”
[He walks closer to the ring as Ulfric reaches up to test the strength of the structure.]
Sloan: Don't do it! Come with me! It’s for your own good!”
[Mike reaches up for the foot of Ulfric only to be kicked in the face. Stumbling backwards, Rick comes forward again and cries out.]
Sloan: Azreal said SO!
Rick: [Holding his head in pain] Azreal?
[A sudden rush of synaptic activity electrifies Rick's memory and coming down the ring ropes, Sloan tries to slide Rick out of the ring by taking hold of his wrestling boot.]
[CLANG!]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Sloan: I… Umpf!
Promo: OH! From behind, it's Matt McClain who just drilled Mike Sloan in the back of the head with that damn Louisville sluggger, and stomping away on him, here comes Rick from inside the ring!]
ED: McClain is pummeling Sloan to death!
[With reckless rage, the camera zooms in on Sloan who's gushing blood from his forehead courtesy of a set of brass knuckles on Matt's fist.]
Rick Ulfric: [Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes] Mike? What the hell is going on...
Mike Sloan: Ric... [UGH!]
[Seeing Sloan's eyes roll into the back of his head, Ulfric exits the ring and from the apron, pushes off with his good leg driving a surprised McClain into the guardrail with a Thesz!]
[CLANG!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: What the heck is going on here? Why did Ulfric do that?
ED: Ulfric is becoming a liability to McClain and if Matt isn't careful, this memory loss of Rick's could cost Matt more than he ever bargained for!
Promo: Knocked out are all three men and wait a minute!
Crowd: [YEAH!!!]
ED: What the hell?
[Inside the ring and dropping from the "X" with the briefcase in hand, Lone Wolf Jeremy King looks down at the prize he now holds firmly in his grasps.]
Crowd: King! King! King!
[Ding!] [Ding! [Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, you're winner of Ultimate "X", "Lone Wolf" Jeremy King!
Crowd: [POP!]
Promo: Rick Ulfric is psychotic and at times can focus more on hurting someone than getting the victory which is exactly what just happened here tonight.
ED: From my knowledge of his past, Rick also has very low self esteem, often feeling he is not worthy of certain accolades and perhaps that's why he is the way he is?
Promo: Well all I can say is this, as long as he continues to listen to guys like Matt McClain, this type of thing is going to happen over and over again. Folks, as Jeremy heads up the isle it's time to take a break... but when we return, its BACW tag team gold up for grabs as The Superheroes do battle with former tag champions, The Beautiful People.
[Part 9] - Still Alive
[Returning to the boiler room, we can barely make out Mr. Batee opening his eyes. The bump on his head indicates pain, and by the way he's holding his arm, a possible dislocation could be present. Delirious, Mr. Batee fights with his demons inside the darkness of his own mind. Covered in soot, he begins his journey souls.]
Mr. Batee: Oh my God, I think my shoulder and head are in bad shape! Has everyone gone all nuts-o upstairs? You know, if I didn't know any better, I would say those two just tried to kill me!
[Batee tries to navigate the darkness but his eyes are as useless as Rick's.]
Imaginary Ulfric: [From the blackness comes a voice] I did hide you, from Ross, which is what you wanted... right?
Mr. Batee: At what point did I say toss me to my death so I can be safe from Ross?
Imaginary Ulfric: You can’t hide from, him forever! You can't hide from the darkness inside of me that is screaming for your blood.
Mr. Batee: Well I need my blood Rick so someone tell those voices in your head to shut the hell up! Where are the damn lights in this place!
Imaginary Ulfric: Look beside you at the first sacrifice to the new gods and accept that you are now the second.
Mr. Batee: Sacrifice? This ain't King Kong movie and sure as hell ain't Fay Fucking Ray!
[A small flashlight illuminates a body strung up one a crucifix. Something warm drips onto Mr. Batee's face and rubbing his fingers in the source of light, he asks.]
Mr. Batee: Whose blood is this Rick?
[Ulfric growled at him with a crazed look in his eyes that gazed more into the distance then at his victim.]
Mr. Batee: Rick... My God, surely there is something you want? We don't have to do this! What can I get you? Every man has his price! I know... A title shot right?
[The growling becomes louder.]
Mr. Batee: WAIT! What about a girlfriend?
[The intensity is unsettling, so much so that Mr. Batee holds back from actually soiling himself.]
Mr. Batee: What about some dang pills to make your head all better? Huh? Tell me what you want and I'll do my best too...
[The growl from Rick continues to be that of a guttural agony. Tortured and condemned, his saliva aches for the salty stench of rotting meat.]
Mr. Batee: Oh good Lord, this is worse than Ross!!!!!
Imaginary Ulfric: Because the time for the gathering has come Batee, and your Lord has forsaken you as much as he has forsaken me.
Mr. Batee: I can't argue with you there.
[Ulfric grunts pulling out a blow torch and heating up the branding iron he holds it in his hand. The brand was in the shape of an intricate cross, a cross Batee had never before seen. Knowing this was going to happen, tears carved a path of sorrow through the soot caked onto Batee's face. His sins could not be washed away, because he had done too much evil in his life for the tears to erase. Ulfric had become judge and jury, and the verdict was in - GULITY!]
Mr. Batee: [Whimpering on his hands and knees] You don't have to do this Rick...
Imaginary Ulfric: If you survive this night...
[Ulfric growled ominously.]
Imaginary Ulfric: Wear this mark with pride.
Mr. Batee: OH M GOD! Someone help! Lone Wolf! Someone! Please! AAAHHH!!!!! RIIIIIIIIICK!!!!
[The iron, was a fiery orange red, and as Ulfric stepped forward jabbing the scorching metal into Batee’s bare chest, it scored the skin right over his heart. As the owner writhed and screamed on the dirty floor in agony, Ulfric just took a deep breath inhaling the smell of Batee's charred flesh.]
Imaginary Ulfric: Two down... [He muttered] One to go! String him up!
[In that very instant, Mr. Batee awoke from his truthful nightmare. Pulling apart the buttons on his dress shirt, he frantically grabbed at his unharmed chest. Falling to all fours in the submissive downward dog position, his panic surged as the door to the boiler room opened reigniting his initial fear. With his fingers looking for traction in the cold concrete, he whimpered with a cowardly voice.]
???? ????: Hello?
Mr. Batee: Who the hell is that?
???? ????: Is that you boss?
Mr. Batee: [His eyes squinted into the light] Lone Wolf?
[From the piercing glow, like a knight in shining white amour, the voice of safety reached out from the top of the stairs.]
Lone Wolf: Batee? I can't see you!
Mr. Batee: Oh good Lordy, Lone Wolf, I have never been so happy to hear your voice. I'm down here, please help me. I've fallen and I can't get up!
[Navigating the stairs, Jeremy places his briefcase down studying the crime scene.]
Lone Wolf: You weren't in your office like we had planned, I thought something was wrong.
Mr. Batee: How did you find me?
Lone Wolf: The screams were horrible Batee... What happened to you down here?
Mr. Batee: It was Ulfric and McClain...
[Jeremy immediately takes a defensive position ready to strike at the slightest movement.]
Mr. Batee: Relax. They tossed me down the stairs and left.
Lone Wolf: Let's get you out of here and looked at by one of the doctors. Remember, we have find Pete and let him know about Mike's suspension.
[Crippling to his feet, Batee notices the case.]
Mr. Batee: You won?
Lone Wolf: Yes.... but let's get out of here first before those two whack jobs come back looking to finish what they started.
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