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[Part 13] - New York State Heavyweight Championship
Alec Ace (c)
Vs.
Todd Knight
[Transitioning back to ringside, Prominski asks Danger the question that's now on everyone's mind.]
Promo: What the hell is going on with Matt McClain and Mr. Batee? Is it a full moon or something?
ED: I'll tell you what's going on Paul; BACW is so packed with talent these days that all the wrestlers are all trying to jockey for the top spot.
Promo: Unless you're Rick Ulfric of course.
ED: That peanut's Ulfric in a shell of his own.
Promo: Without a doubt!
ED: But seriously, McClain is the number one contender here in BACW and in NWA! If you think he's going to give that up or back down even one inch to anyone on this roster, I've got a bridge to sell.
Promo: So because McClain puts so much into his career, you feel other wrestlers will have no other choice but to follow in suite?
ED: Exactly!
Promo: Can't argue that point. And, speaking of talent and following in suite, let's go to the ring for our New York State heavyweight championship.
[Ding!] [Ding!] [Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is for the New York State heavyweight championship! Entering the ring, he hails from Austin, Texas, and has been given the nickname "The Knightmare"! Old school fans, this is Todd Knight!
Crowd: [POP!] Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!
Promo: Wow, would you listen to this ovation!
Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!
[Parting the curtains Knight scowls at the crowd before proceeding down to ringside.]
ED: Knight doesn't seem to like the cheers... In fact, they appear to be making him very upset.
[Hopping up on the apron, Todd blows a snot rocket onto the logo before wiping his feet on the canvas.]
Promo: Up to the top ropes and flipping the fans the middle finger, it appears "The Knightmare" hasn't changed his ways.
ED: I guess he figures why tinker with perfection.
[As Knight’s music comes to an end, the new music signals the arrival of the Superstar. The riff of “Jesus Christ Superstar” creeps over the speakers, the lights dim and a chill wind blows through the audience. There is a pause, another longer pause when from behind the curtain, Alec Ace emerges wearing a gold sequin jacket and matching tear-away pants, with his New York State championship belt strapped around his waist, the pyrotechnics explode as Alec begins to walk down the aisle, which is lit up with gold shaped spotlights. Slowly walking towards the ring, Alec flashes his million dollar smile.]
Promo: It is Ace!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
ED: [Rolling his eyes.] What a keen observation!
[As Alec begins to make his slow walk down to the ring, he stops half way to survey the crowd, and looking into the ring, a smile crosses his face. Eventually Ace begins to circle the ring and even more methodically, rolls under the bottom rope. He salutes the four sides of the auditorium, before removing his sequin robe and rolling under the ropes, begins to stretch in the corner.]
Promo: If I may continue, in this match I think Todd should be showcasing his wrestling side because the talk around the water cooler has been that Knight is a one trick pony.
ED: One trick?
Promo: You know an individual who doesn’t care for his own welfare, a dirty wrestler who can only fight one way. Well if his plan is to be successful against a ring veteran like Alec Ace, he’s going to have to switch gears pretty quick.
ED: Who are you fooling? He's definitely going to need the fork.
Promo: You’re completely right my synoptically challenged friend and without the infamous fork, this could lead to a long drawn out affair. Remember, the more intense the contest gets, the more dangerous Ace will most likely be.
[As signs go up in the crowd like "Alec Ace for Pop IDOL" and "Stab me Knight", we finally settle in on one that says, "F-THA-ATX".]
ED: Can you feel the electricity?!
Promo: I certainly can!
Crowd: [Stomping]
Promo: Inside the ring both men are ready. The referee has called for the bell, and here we GO!
[Ding!] [Ding!] [Ding!]
[Ace immediately goes on the offensive by charging Knight but the ring veteran ducks the wild clothesline. Off balance from the lunge, Alec opens himself up to a waist lock and tilting backwards, it’s Todd Knight with a textbook German suplex! Ace’s neck compresses onto the canvas and picking the big man off his feet Knight tosses Ace into the corner with a hard Irish whip!]
[THUD!]
[Alec arches his back in pain and driving in hard, Knight looks to unload with a killer splash. Lifting his boot off the canvas, Ace drives his sole into Todd’s face thwarting the attack! Stumbling into the center of the squared circle holding his jaw, a wobbly Ace jams his shoe into the stomach of Todd doubling over the veteran. Jamming Knight’s head between his legs, Ace drops the bomb on Knight with an awesome pancake!]
Promo: Todd looks hurt and Ace is going for the cover!
Referee: 1.. 2..
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: Kick out by Knight and this one’s going to continue!
ED: I didn’t think Todd was going to kick out!
Promo: Knight really needs a win this week in order to get the bookers into thinking he’s ready for a rematch against The Spectre.
ED: Let's not put the cart before the horse Paul.
[Inside the ring, Ace is dragging a limp Todd Knight into the opposite corner and going up to the top rope, the champion leaps into the air! Off the turnbuckle and down across the throat of Knight with a THUD! Hooking the leg, the referee pounds the canvas for the 1.. 2..]
Crowd: THREE!!!
Promo: Times a lady! Kick out by Knight and pulling Todd to his feet… OH! Ankle biting drop kick by Knight snaps the leg of Ace and my God that had to hurt!
Ace: [Crippling to the ground] AWWWWGHH!!!
Crowd: [BOO!]
ED: WOW! Todd punches Ace dead in the face and Alec has to be seeing stars!
Promo: Ace counters with a bolo upper cut from the sitting position and Knight is rocked! What an exchange!
Crowd: [Stomping]
[Propping Knight against the turnbuckle, Ace unleashes a pair of a flesh ripping chops but the Knight shrugs off the pain!]
Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!
Knight: No way!
[Rake of the eyes and applying a side headlock, Knight continues to recover on the canvas after a killer bulldog rocks the champion!]
Promo: Ace is a technical genius but one has to wonder just how long he can survive in a brawl with Todd Knight.
ED: Well my cousin once did the “Step Up” test and he was like 4’10”.
Promo: What?
ED: Huh?
Promo: [Looking up at the ring] Back to their feet, Ace counters a tight waist with a full nelson slam!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: Ace is going to the top rope for a second time and this might not be good.
ED: Look out below!
[KA-THUMP!]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: Senton Bomb crushes Todd Knight and I think this time the challenger is knocked out cold! Ace applies a triangle and rolls into a cover.
Referee: 1... 2...
Crowd: [OH!]
Referee: Kick out!
Crowd: [BOO!]
ED: Ace gets up nodding his head and turning his back to Knight so he can argue with the referee...
Promo: Look out behind you!
Crowd: [OH!]
ED: A dazed Knight connects with a surprise super kick and that was a huge mistake by Ace!
Promo: I think the eyebrow just flew off Alec's face and the Superstar is bleeding from the mouth to boot!
[Spinning in a quarter circles, Knight finally settles into an STF and Ace cries out in pain! Reaching frantically for the ropes, the referee asks Ace if he wants to submit...]
Referee: Do you want to give up Ace?
Ace: [Shaking his head.]
ED: The champion says NO!
Promo: Releasing the STF, Knight grabs Ace by the head and pounding the back of Alec’s head into the canvas by the ears; Todd Knight's got his second wind!
Crowd: Let's go Ace! Let's go Ace! Let's go Ace!
ED: Here comes Knight’s ring-man-ship into play!
Promo: Is “ringsmanship” even a word?
[Into a half crab and sitting down hard, Knight appears to be taking out the legs of the champion. Grabbing hold of the knee pad, Knight rocks deep bending the spine of the champion but Ace still refuses to give up!]
Knight: [Shaking his head] No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no!
ED: He’s countering with a push up! Knight can’t hold the move!
Crowd: [Stomping]
Promo: Knight senses change in leverage and thinking quick, abandons the ½ crab and immediately twists into an Indian Death lock! Dead in the center of the ring, Ace is helpless to…
Promo: Turn in ROLL UP!
ED: No!
Crowd: [POP!]
Referee: Two! Only two!
Crowd: [Clapping]
Promo: Wow that was close!
[Ace falls over to the side but getting to all fours, thrusts forward with a head butt from the downward dog position.]
ED: The challenger's stunned!
[Picking Knight off the canvas, Alec jacks up the cruiserweight legend into an awesome F5 and slamming him down onto the logo face first, Knight rolls over kicking his feet!]
Promo: Off the canvas once again and Ace pours on the heat with thudding DDT!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: Hook of the leg and cover!
Referee & Crowd: 1.. 2..
Crowd: THREE!!!
Knight: [Clearing his shoulder] ARGH!
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: Kick out and Ace immediately takes the action back into the upright position.
[Irish whip into the ropes and coming off the nylon hard, Knight gets caught in an Alec Ace power slam!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Driving the dazed Knight onto the logo, Ace alternates with lefts and rights before hooking Knight’s leg for the press.]
Promo: Here’s the cover and the count!
Referee: 1.. 2..
Crowd: THREE!!!
ED: Fingers or more means you’re a dirty whore! Kick out by Knight and Alec Ace looks at the referee with crazy eyes.
Alec Ace: That was THREE! [Slapping his hands] One-two-three! Come on ref!
Referee: Don't tell me how to do my job! [Looking over to the timekeeper] TWO!
Promo: Ace is furious and listen to him scream at the referee, he does the like call at all!
ED: The referee isn’t backing down!.
Referee: [Pushing Ace off his chest] Two! Only Two! Don’t you push me or I’ll disqualify you.
ED: Ace is sweating a great deal in the ring!
Promo: Who cares if he's sweating!
ED: What would you say about the match so far smartass?
Promo: About what? Commentating about the most baffling thing in this match; how much the man is sweating?!
[Yanking Knight off the canvas, Ace applies a full nelson and straddling over the logo, Ace changes the full nelson into a sidewalk slam!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
ED: Knight is hurt!
Crowd: [NO!] [BOO!]
Promo: Knight with a low blow on Ace and as he bends over to soothe the throb; Knight connects with a fork to the head!!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: FORK TO THE HEAD! FORK TO THE HEAD! HOLY HANNIBLE FORK TO THE HEAD!!!
ED: Knight is up and he’s going to the top ropes!
Crowd: [BOO!]
ED: Knight leaves the turnbuckle!
Crowd: [LOUDER BOOS!]
Promo: Knight crashes onto Ace with his rolling knee Knight Time finisher and I don’t think Ace’s going to get up.
ED: I have yet to see someone recover from this move!
Promo: We might have a new champion!
Referee: 1... 2....
Crowd: [NO!]
ED: THREE!!!
Referee: Ring the bell! This one's over!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: I don’t believe it, Todd Knight just captured BACW gold in his first match back and Alec Ace has once again failed to step up against a BACW legend!
ED: I'm shocked! Ace had everything going his way but once Knight took out the fork, it was all she wrote.
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Dropping from the apron and exiting with his new title held high above his head, all that’s left in the ring is a stunned and disappointed Alec Ace.]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the contest by pin fall, and NEW ... New York State heavyweight champion, "The Knightmare" Todd Knight!
Crowd: Ass-hole! Ass-hole! Ass-hole!
Knight: [Smiling] You know it! But I'm an asshole with a title!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: I guess shocked is the only way to look at this crazy title match! As the chants continue to reign down onto our new champion, we have to take a break, but when we come back it's going to be Matt McClain putting his championship on the line against Mike Sloan!
ED: Could this be a night of championship changes?
Promo: From the looks of it, I think that might very well be the case; we'll see you in a few.
[Part 14] - Bizarre Recollection
Rick Ulfric: There's far too many people hunting the ghost of us, and we don't wish to be found.
[He growled these words to himself as he lurked backstage, watching the one known as Soul Rider. Everyone wished to talk, everyone had something to say, and everyone wanted to bring back pieces of the past, if only so they could figure out what had happened. He didn't care what had happened, the past was the past, and all he really cared about was the here and now, and right here, right now, he needed one more sacrifice, one more victim for the new gods.]
[Bat in hand; he slunk over wire and around equipment, the limp hardly slowing him down.]
Mr. Batee: [Incoherent mumbling.]
Lone Wolf: Please! Don't do this! Batee, wake up!
The third: [Too mangled to make out.]
[Three bodies hanging by chains, crucifixion style from between the boilers in the boiler room. Three necks bleed, and three sets of wrists drip rivers of blood in winding lines down their sweaty skin. This last man, the large Soul Rider, hung on the other side of Lone Wolf, his eyes on his former friend. The strands woven though his chains were broken strands of lights, the jagged edges of the bulbs digging in beneath him the ash remains of a whip stained the ground beside a blackened branding iron, but the thing that caught and held his attention was what the deranged man in front of him now held in his hands.
Rick Ulfric: You should have stayed at the bar Josh.
[That growling voice had deepened, anger creeping in.]
Rick Ulfric:You shouldn't have tried to interfere, now I have to bring the bar to you."
Soul Rider: You don't have to do nothing boy, except take those pills the doctors gave you and go to see them every now and again. You've lost it man, completely and totally lost..." Josh aka Soul Rider began
Rick Ulfric: Have I?
[It was possible, Ulfric thought, yet he didn't think about it long.]
Josh: Do you have straight jackets for the guests?
Rick Ulfric: Yes we do." he growled. "A straight jackets of flames."
[He lit the rag, the maltov cocktail in his hand he hurled at a man who had once been like a brother to him, and as the man screamed in horror and pain, the scene changes like Sybil holding a family reunion.]
[FLASH]
[A hiss of steam…it’s hot down in the boiler room which is where we find ourselves now, the camera panning up to show the form of Lone Wolf chained between two of the boilers, his arms stretched out from his sides, crucified there with a third chair wrapped around his neck. His wrists bleed, his neck bleeds, the barbs from the barbed wire threaded through the links digs in, yet he’s conscious still, the anguish evident on his face. Arms crossed, a cigarette dangling from his lip, Ulfric's fingers brush over the scratched surface of a silver lighter, a cruel smile curving across his face.]
McClain: What did you have in mind? I mean after all, he decided to stick his nose in our business…a very bad mistake.
[McClain asked forming his own cruel smile.]
Rick Ulfric: A little southern justice.
[He said, drawing a bullwhip from a crevice behind him and cracking it across the ground. He chuckled then, deep and cruel and pulled from his duster a bottle looking very much like lighter fluid.]
Rick Ulfric: I’ve seen a man put out an eye with one of these things.
Lone Wolf: Jesus Christ no!
Rick Ulfric: He can't help either of you now...
[He spoke the words as he doused the bullwhip with the fluid, puffing away on his cigarette it sounded like he was whistling around it a tune that sounded very much like “Fire it up”. McClain watched on with his sly grin. A flaming, almost living entity snaking along the boiler room floor, he drew it back, with a crackle and hiss, then a snap as it found its target. Flesh split, skin charred, an inhumane scream filled the room as the scene faded away to black.]
Mr. Batee: [Snapping out of his dream.] AGHH!!!
[The sweat had pooled below his swollen jaw the product of being knocked out by Matt McClain at the conclusion of their last conversation. Slowly picking himself off the carpet, the referee for the next match comes in to collect his check.]
Mario Lane: [Looking down] What happened? Are you okay?
Mr. Batee: [Rubbing his jaw] I have been abused by Matt McClain for the last time.
Mario Lane: The man really is out of control.
Mr. Batee: Mario, I know how to fix him and fix him good!
Mario Lane: What do you have in mind?
Mr. Batee: We are going to change the rules of tonight's regional championship match.
Mario Lane: Okay.
Mr. Batee: Should McClain try to get himself disqualified, strip him of his title, and award it to Sloan! He wants to lay his hands on ME? Well I'm done playing Mr. Nice-guy! Remember, if you disqualify him, award Sloan the title!
Mario Lane: Matt's not going to be too happy to hear your new stipulation.
Mr. Batee: [Chuckling in pain] Well Mario, the beauty about this stipulation is Matt isn't going to know about it. He and Ulfric have tried my patience and if they want to mess with the bull, then they're going to have to be willing to deal with the horns.
Mario Lane: You're the boss.
Mr. Batee: You're damn right I am!
[The scene faded away to black again as Mario Lane exits Mr. Batee's office and heads through the hallway and towards the ring.]
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