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WWA Extreme World Championship
The Mystery Man as Referee
Lee Riel (c) vs. Todd Knight
Northeastern Regional Championship
Orge Lambart (c) vs. Roxanne Logan
Opening Match
Alec Ace
vs.
Kisei Mashiin
vs.
Malik Johnson
[Backstage]
[The hidden cameras catch "The Queen of Hardcore" rushing from Mr. Batee's office with her hand across what appears to be a broken spaghetti strap. Turning her head from side to side on a swivel, she suddenly runs into a tall man. As she stumbles, he catches her in his strong athletic arms. Looking up with her seductive brown eyes, she frowns realizing the identity of her knight in shining white armor.]
Crowd: [Distant POP] YEAH!!!
[Lee Riel looks down at Roxanne, holding his hand out. He pushes a lock of her wavy, auburn, hair from her soft cheek - she looks up at him with worried eyes.]
Riel: [Offering his hand again] What's your rush?
[Roxanne pushes away from Lee and smoothes out her short, black skirt from her knees. Forgetting about the broken strap on her top, the fabric falls right above her ripe brown nipple. With her hands on her hips, she replies through dried raspy lips; her ton is cursed.]
Roxanne: [Fixing her hair] Just leaving a meeting with Batee. [Hand on hips] Why? I mean... You know how it is with him...
[Lee notices a skipped button on her taut silk skirt. Scanning her eyes, he raises his own eyebrow bringing his finger to his mouth. Circling his own areola, he motions to Roxanne that she's a bit exposed.]
Riel: [Nodding] I see.
Crowd: OH!
Roxanne: [Pulling up her top] Jesus!
[Using both hands to set her girls into place, Roxanne doesn’t seem too bothered about the public exhibition.]
Riel: [Without the sarcasm] Look, I've been meaning to talk to you about the divorce. I'm sorry.... I...
[Lee reaches towards Roxanne but she quickly snatches her hand away leaving a sour look on the face of Riel. Unable to control her womanly chest, Roxanne helps herself to her feet still struggling with the garment malfunction.]
Roxanne: [Nervous] Sorry? Sorry for what? You had nothing to do with it.
[Lee looks away... Turning back with innocent but strong eyes, he recoils.]
Riel: I didn't mean it like that Rox, I only wanted to let you...
[Roxanne cuts him off putting up her hand to his face.]
Roxanne: No, you did mean it like that BJ. [Pointing in a hostile manner] I filed for divorce because I wasn't in love. [Throwing her arms into the air] Big surprise! I always end up marrying the wrong guy, when the man I really love ends up...
[A tearful Roxanne turns away from Riel wiping her eyes to the side. Suddenly, she not so strong and covering up her mouth, her hand starts to tremble. Through a cracked voice she look up to the ceiling trying to catch her breath.]
Roxanne: Never mind.
[He places his hand on her shoulder tugging gently for her attention. Nodding his head, he licks his lips almost annoyed by what he's going to say next. She turns and he gazes into her eyes with concern.]
Riel: Is this about Batee?
Roxanne: [Looking away she says nothing] …
Riel: Look Roxy, I know it is not my place to advise you on who you should or shouldn't see, but I'm worried that you may be going down the wrong path again with him. He damn near broke your heart last time.
[Knocking his thoughtful hand from her defensive shoulder, Roxanne snaps.]
Roxanne: [Scornful frown] What are you talking about?
[Lee looks at Roxanne exasperated and unconvinced.]
Riel: It isn't hard to put all of the pieces together Roxanne. You come running out of his office, your skirt is hiked up, and your strap broken. Are you even wearing a bra? What do you have in your hands? Is that a tape? The hell is going on?!
Roxanne: [Putting the tape behind her back] You don't know how wrong you are BJ.
Riel: Look, I may not be the smartest man on earth, but you've gotta give me some credit. So you’re making porno flicks with that pervert? That’s it! I’m going in there and…
[Pulling Riel back by the arm as he heads towards Batee’s dressing room.]
Roxanne: You have got things twisted Lee. Don't play judge and jury when you haven't heard the defense. You want to know what's going on…
Riel: [Frustrated] YES!
Roxanne: ...
[The door to Mr. Batee's office opens and out steps BACW's owner into the hall. His pants pockets are turned inside out and the tail from his shirt is undone.]
Mr. Batee: What's all this racket going on out here? Can't you see I...
[Lee stares at her eyes, looking back at Batee, he realizes Roxanne is memorized by his presence.]
Riel: We're in the middle of a conversation Batee! You mind?
[Pushing past Riel Batee turns his attention to his marquee star.]
Mr. Batee: Well consider your dime used up because it’s time to hang up the phone. I need to talk with Roxanne, so if you wouldn’t mind, go find a Canadian nickel… better yet… go buy a toaster.
Riel: [Starting to get upset] Very funny Batee! But you know what? I don't think I'm in the mood to go anywhere! [Chest to chest with Batee] In fact, if you feel froggy...
Roxanne: [Pushing her way between the two] Hey! HEY! HEY! There is NO need get into it with him Lee... [She mouths to Lee lips hidden from Batee’s sight] I'll see you later okay?
Riel: [Backing up eyes locked on Batee] Yeah... Later!
[Turning to Batee, Roxanne slaps BACW's owner in the face.]
Mr. Batee: [Taking the hit with pleasure] I love it when you're rough.
[The sting fires through Batee’s face tantalizing pleasure only know to his inner being. He presses up to Roxanne forcing himself into her personal space. She doesn’t fight it, we think because she enjoys the electricity between the couple’s bodies.]
Roxanne: Are you satisfied? Or did you come out of your office to get your ego stroked again?
Mr. Batee: [Rubbing his face] Roxy, you know the score and unless you're planning on changing the rules, you're only in the second inning of a nine inning game.
[She plays the game and leading off first base, easily takes second. Pushing her chest closer against his, her hands go low as his ego begins to increase with ever breath she takes. They are close enough to kiss, but smart enough to know what would happen if they did. Both committed, they play their game because it's fun to manipulate and be manipulated. Pulling the tape from behind her back, she flaunts it under his chin.]
Mr. Batee: I thought that was mine?
Roxanne: Look, you want something from me, and I want something from you, so let's cut the B.S. out of the way before you start something you can't handle.
Mr. Batee: [Chuckling] Handle me with care Roxy. I'm a traveler singing the blues and as long as you know there's no easy way out, then I'll stand my ground.
[Pushing the tape into his chest, she backs up from her position yielding the engorged field.]
Roxanne: Now be a good little boy, go back into your office, and play the tape I just gave you. After you get yourself all worked up from what's on this tape, come find me after the show and we'll talk.
[Moving backwards into his office, Batee taps the tape on his lips.]
Mr. Batee: All right young lady, after the show. [Groaning] I can't wait to see what's on this tape.
Roxanne: Oh and Batee, don't forget to live up to your end of the bargain okay sweetie? Because if you cross me, I'll tell everyone what's going on and when I'm done with you, there won't be a sandbox for you to play in; got it?
Mr. Batee: You have my word Mrs. Logan, but remember, playing in boxes is my specialty.
Roxanne: It’s Miss...
Mr. Batee: But of course it is… Miss.
[CLICK]
[Door closes]
Roxanne: [Leaning up against the door] That's why they call me the queen of hardcore, fucking pervert!
[The screen splits to show both Mr. Batee and Roxanne are on opposite sides.]
Roxanne: [Playful giggle.] But I love the dirty ones…
Mr. Batee: [Devilish laugh] Nothing is ever what it appears to be... Now, let me see what's on this tape!
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Wrrrestling! [Echo]
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Org!
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[Cue in video clip and ignite pyrotechnics.]
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Paul Prominski: Hello everyone and welcome to Atlantic City, New Jersey! I'm the Paul Prominiski AKA The Promo Machine, and we are only three months away from BACW's biggest pay per view of the year; Grinder IX! We are jam packed to the gills at Caesars’ Palace, and unfortunately, at my side once again is, "The Hawaiian T-shirt Wearing Freak of Nature" Chris Ross!
Chris Ross: Three bullets in the back of the head!!!! I can't believe it! He shot his father! Three bullets to the back of the head!!!
Promo: Wrong show Chris, that's TNA.
Ross: Wipe out! Wipe Out! Wiiiippppeee Ouuuttt!
Promo: [Makes a gun motion and pulls the trigger.] Let's try this again shall we? ... At my side once again is "The Hawaiian T-shirt Wearing Freak of Nature" Chris Ross!
Ross: Ric Rigtheous is GOD!!!! I love you Ric! Where you at my African American brotha from another motha!!! RIC!!!!
[Jerking off Ross's headset, Promo slams it to the ground stomping it with his shoe.]
Ross: UGH!
Promo: [Retaking his seat] There!
Ross: [Holding his ears] Ow!
Promo: Unfortunately, do to technical difficulties, Chris Ross's microphone isn't working so let me dive right into our main event of the evening. Tonight, Matt McClain will use one of the three guaranteed title shots he has accumulated throughout 2006, as he attempts to knock BACW Heavyweight champion The Spectre off his perch. Many are saying, Spectre has learned a great deal from watching Matt McClain in 2006, and that the champion is more than prepared to defend his title than ever before.
Ross: [Trying to put the broken headset back over his ears] Testing one two three. Testing. Testing.
Promo: We can hear you!!
Ross: Cool beans! Look, McClain is like the evil Superman and Specter is like the good guy okay. They are going fight and hit each other really hard, and the person who does it the best is going to be the champ. Oh yeah, and Spectre looks like Joker but not Jack Nicholas but he didn’t have purple hair, it was green.
Promo: What the hell was that? Do you even have a brain inside that head of yours? Batman!? Joker?! Tell me you have been sniffing glue so I don't smash your headset again.
Ross: [Karate kid position] I'll wipe you out man.
Promo: Relax Daniel Son or I’ll have you paint the fence.
"I am Limbo, waiting on a window..."
[Over the P.A. system, an entrance new to BACW starts to play.]
Promo: What is this? I haven't ever heard this music before.
Ross: Well I can tell you one thing, this song sucks. I mean whoever is gonna come out to this crap better have something good to say.
[As "Ghostwrite" by Bad Astronaut continues to play, the camera pans out over the arena, most of the fans have a look of wonder on their faces.]
Promo: [Throwing his papers to the side] Another show, and another start where I have absolutely no idea what is going on… Wonderful!
Ross: [Smiling] Welcome to my world.
[On the Oval-tron the letters T D then K flash followed by an almost blinding blast of pyro that rocks the arena. As the viewers eyes adjust a solitary figure appears. Standing in a pair of baggy cargo pants, with dark green Under Armour hoodie, the person has spiked bleach blonde hair with a dark five o'clock shadow. He stands still for a moment and then his right hand moves to his face and he runs his hand across his jaw line and starts to walk towards the ring. The fans in the arena have no idea of what to make is going on, and the once hot crowd is silent.]
Promo: Look at the fans; they don't know what to make of this guy either.
Ross: I think he looks pretty good, strictly speaking in a hetero kind of way.
Promo: We aren't continuing on this path for the duration of the show.
[As he walks to the ring, the still unknown man looks around the arena, and a wry smile comes across his face. His eyes brighten as he slides under the bottom rope gliding over the logo. Walking over to the corner of the ring, and calling for a mic, he looks around in 360 degree fashion.]
Promo: Let's hope we learn who this person is soon, because the crowd is starting to get up and head towards the...
Ross: Excuse me for a second.
Promo: Where are you going Ross?
Ross: Bathroom.
Promo: SIT DOWN!
Ross: But the fans are going.
[The music cuts out, as this unknown man stands silently for a moment longer.]
Pierce: I look out across this crowd; all I see are looks of wonder. Some of you are asking yourself, "Who is this man standing in front of us?" Or "Why is he wasting our time?" Some of you may even be saying in your head, "Man I just want to see some wrestling, not here someone I don't even know come out here and talk - I can understand that.”
Crowd: Get out of the ring you bum!
Pierce: If I paid with my hard earned money to come and see men like The Spectre or "The Canadian Wrestle-God" Lee Riel or even Matt McClain, I would be upset too. But here me out, and then we can get on with what looks like one hell of a show.
Crowd: YOU SUCK WORSE THAN RIGHTEOUS!
Ross: It might help if he would tell us his name.
Promo: Why?
Ross: So when they boo, they can make the "You Suck!" chant more personal."
Promo: I have to say, if this doesn't pick up soon, we all might have to go to the bathroom.
Ross: Number 1 or 2?
Promo: SHH!!!
Pierce: So, to introduce myself, my name is Troy Pierce, and in most parts they call me "The Disco Kid". I know kind of strange, but it works. As for what I am doing here, let's say for the time being, I am an observer.
Crowd: Shut up asshole!
Pierce: If anyone of you has any old wrestling magazines lying around in your basement, take a look through one of them, you might just find out a little more about me that way. I've been gone a long time; I left this business on my terms, grew tired of the politics, grew tired of the travel, and wanted a normal life for a change. At least that's what I thought I wanted at the time. Now 4 years later I kept feeling this big empty hole in my life. Something was missing, and took a long time for me to find out what that was. I tried other things, sky-diving, scuba diving, base jumping, but nothing could fill that part of me.
Crowd: Try killing yourself!
Pierce: So about a year ago, I looked up some old friends, and went back to the gym, figuring maybe somewhere down the line I'll hook up with a well run company and step back in the ring again. I did step back in the ring about 8 months ago, and all of a sudden, bang, I feel complete again.
Crowd: BOO!
[Pierce pauses for a moment.]
Pierce: So I am not gonna just show up unprepared; I've busted my ass to get back here. I am not gonna come out here and call anyone out. I'm not gonna say I could wipe the floor with any of the talent around here; that's just not my style.
Promo: This is a breath of fresh air.
Pierce: I'm gonna be around, and I'm gonna keep my eyes open. And while I may never be considered the best again, I will give all of you fans one hell of a show every single time I get on the mic, and every single time I step in the ring. When all is said and done, I'll let it all hang out. When I am done here I won't have anything left in the tank, and if along the way you guys approve... then cheer... if not... then boo.
Crowd: BOO!
Pierce: I can't make anyone of you like me. Just know that the first time I step into this ring, you are all gonna wanna watch me perform like no other.
[Pierce walks over to the corner and tosses the mic back to the ring announcer and slides back out of the ring.]
Crowd: Disco Sucks! Disco Sucks! Disco Sucks!
[As he gets to the top of the ramp, Pierce turns around, looks back at the crowd, and smiles. Walking back through the curtain, the show is once again taken over by our commentators.]
Ross: That really didn't tell us much.
Promo: I agree, all it told me was we have a new face here in BACW, and his name is Troy Pierce. But let’s put all the questions on hold because ring announcer Michael Stuffher is ready to introduce to you, our opening bout of the evening.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Michael Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this is our opening bout of the evening and it’s scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring and making his BACW debut; Kisei Mashiin!
Promo: Not a lot is known about this guy other than he’s strong in the martial arts and I’m really surprised to see him here in BACW because Mr. Batee isn’t known for this overseas signings. Maybe the bookers believe Kisei Mashiin is just what BACW needs to attract some attention from the Pacific market.
Ross: I agree! Being from Hawaii, I’ve heard of the Mashiin name, but this is BACW, and if I had a dime for every Tom, Dick, and Harry who was supposed to make a difference upon their arrival, I wouldn’t have to be working side by side with you tonight.
Promo: You’re kidding with that statement right?
Ross: Nope!
Promo: Isn’t that like the pot calling the kettle black?
Ross: It’s not racial in any form.
Stuffher: And coming down the isle…
# Ice T let me kick my credentials
# A young player bred in South Central,
# LA, home of the body bag
# You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
[As the purple haze fills the entrance, "Back on the Block" by Quincy Jones blasts over the arena speakers. Purple strobe lights are dancing around arena at the Palace as for once the fans are cheering as they await the entrance of Malik Johnson.]
# I used to walk in stores and yell "lay down"
# You flinch an inch, AK spray down
# But I was lucky 'cause I never caught hard time
# I was blessed with the skill to bust a dope rhyme
[The purple lights begin circling faster and faster until they all point at the entrance ramp.
Suddenly through the smoke appears the former Northeastern Champion, "Paragon" Malik Johnson.
Promo: Damn, I hate to say this, but Malik Johnson is looking better than before the Holidays.
Ross: Apparently he’s increased his work outs in hopes of reclaiming the Northeastern Championship.
# I'm not gonna lie to ya cause I don't lie
# I just kick thick game some people say why?
# Cause I'm back on the block I got my life back...
[Parting the curtains to a surprising cheer, Malik walks out with a black shirt that reads, "BACW: ENJOY THE BRUTALITY," and a pair of black tights. He has purple and black boots on that have his logo and initials on the sides.]
Promo: Johnson’s not used to this reaction from the crowd.
[Making his way down to the ring, a few kids are there from the children's hospital and Malik walks over to shakes their hands and even sign one of the kid’s poster boards.]
Promo: I guess the fans are cheering for the lesser of two evils.
Ross: Yeah, but look at Malik, he seems to be into this fan favorite stuff WAY too much.
Promo: Touching the kids is over the top?
Ross: Just a bit.
# So I schooled the fools about the fast track
# I get static for my style and my technique
# Profanity, the blatant way in which I speak
# But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddy game
[Reaching the ringside area, Malik hops onto the apron and entering the ring through the second rope. He looks out at the fans who are still cheering, and as he climbs the turnbuckles, he removes his shirt.]
# You don't know the Dude, Quincy's his first name
#he told me "Ice, keep doing what you're doin'," man
# Don't give a damn, these squares don't understand.
Stuffher: And finally, he hails from Tampa Bay, Florida and is known throughout the world as the most technically gifted wrestler alive! Parting the curtains wearing all gold, he is the one, the only, “Superstar” Alec Ace!
[Down to the ringside area to a mixed reaction, Ace enters the through the ropes and begins to warm up opposite Johnson. Keeping an eye on Malik, the superstar doesn’t appear to be concerned with the smaller Kisei who’s now on the apron.]
Promo: As Ace flexes his tan muscles, Mashiin comes from behind spring boarding into the ring! Ace hears the crowd and turning into the Kisei cross body, Alec drives Kisei into the canvas with a forceful power slam! Mashiin arches his back and pain calling the bell, here we GO!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
[Pulling Mashiin up by his head, Ace draws back for a thrust clothesline but Malik sneaks up from behind and ripping back Ace’s jaw, unleashing a killer rear chin back breaker.]
Promo: Bent across the knees of Malik Johnson, Alec Ace is hurt and not wanting Kisei to recover, Johnson tosses Ace to the side turning his attention towards Mashiin.
Ross: He’s going to mash Mashiin!
[Kisei into the corner with an Irish whip and leaping up onto the turnbuckles avoid a collision with the turnbuckle, Mashiin catches an over pursing Johnson with a high flying moonsault! Ace struggles to his feet and it’s Mashiin who unloads with a scoop slam on the still shaken up Alec Ace! Climbing up to the top rope, it’s Mashiin with a high impact elbow drop from the 9 feet above.]
Promo: Wads of spit fly from Ace’s mouth and The Superstar definitely had the wind knocked from his sails!
Ross: Kisei’s going for the win!
Referee: 1… 2… 3…
Crowd: OH!!!!
Referee: Kick out! Only two! Continue the match!
Promo: Mashiin can’t believe his eyes!
Ross: He’s arguing for a slow count.
Promo: I don’t blame him.
[Yanking Ace off the canvas, Kisei’s Irish whip is reversed and coming off the nylon, he’s drilled into the logo with a deadly black hole slam!]
Promo: And just like that, Alec Ace has silenced this crowd.
Ross: Malik Johnson is getting to his feet and Ace better watch out!
[Wild clothesline miss by Johnson and Alec counters with a forceful sidewalk slam!]
Promo: Malik is rattled once again and this time it’s Ace with the cover and the press.
Ross: Referee drops to the canvas!
Referee: One! Two! Thre…
Malik: [Clearing his shoulder through] NO!
Promo: Malik gets his shoulder up in time and folks this one’s going to continue. Throughout the contest all three men have had their time in the sun, but with all this talent in the ring, I’m not sure lady luck can continue to shine on all three of these combatants! Someone has to lose!
Ross: Pulling Malik from canvas, Ace is brought to his knees with a low blow and Johnson has turned the tables once again!
[Double arm DDT on Alec Ace is followed by a textbook spine buster and Malik Johnson goes for the 1… 2… 3….]
Crowd: OH!
Promo: Wow that was close!
[With Ace still showing life, Johnson points to the turnbuckle and the place explodes!]
Crowd: YEAH!!!!
Promo: Malik Johnson is just too big to be climbing the turnbuckles and should he miss this very risky maneuver, the party might be over!
Ross: Here he comes!
[THUMP!]
Malik: UGH!
Crowd: NO!
Promo: Johnson misses the corkscrew plancha and look out; Kisei Mashiin is trying to capitalize!
Ross: Mashiin’s going for the 450 splash!
[Tumbling through the air and missing Johnson, the crowd can’t believe it as Kisei rolls under the bottom ropes and to the floor. Inside the ring, its Ace and Johnson who are both staggering to their feet and as Malik turns with glazed eyes, Ace drives his boot into his stomach. Two steps in and snapping down!]
Crowd: OH!
Malik GAH!
Promo: Superstar Crunch!
Ross: Wow what a reverse stunner!
Referee; 1… 2…
Promo: Three! This one’s over and “Superstar” Alec Ace has won his first bout here in BACW!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the contest by pin fall, “Superstar” Alec Ace!
Promo: I have heard of the superstar crunch finisher but this is the first time I have seen it live and in living color. Look at the replay Ross, my god, what torque!
Ross: That move wouldn’t work on me.
Promo: Perhaps if you got your lazy ass out of retirement we would be able to find out?
Ross: My mother needs me.
Promo: To do what?
Ross: Rub her feet.
[With a shaken up Kisei Mashiin already through the curtains, and a victorious Alec Ace making his way to the back, the crowd starts to rumble as former world champion Ric Righteous slides into the ring to aid his fallen partner.]
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Promo: Ric Righteous has entered the ring in his street clothes and apparently is looking to help his fallen stable mate Malik Johnson. I’ve been told that Righteous is really out here to give Malik his walking papers, and because of that, we aren’t going to cut to a commercial break.
[Extending his hand to help Malik to his feet...]
[SLAP!]
Malik: UGH!
Ric Righteous: I’m tired of you losing! I’m tired of you dragging my name into the ground. Get up TOOL!
Promo: Righteous just slapped Johnson right in the face and Malik just tackled Righteous to the canvas from his knees!
Ross: Cat fight! Cat fight! CAAAAAT Fiiiight!!!!
Promo: Oh My GOD! ..... Malik Johnson just nailed Ric Righteous with a concealed slapjack that they used to win matches together. Johnson tosses Righteous through the ropes and here comes a seriously pissed off Malik Johnson with fury in his eyes!
Ross: Does Ric have an afro or is his hair just kinky?
Promo: What?!
[Taking Ric by the tiny curls in his afro, Johnson rips his head back into the steel stairs and blood begins spewing from the back of Righteous' head.]
Promo: Malik is livid and picking up Righteous, Johnson nails a twist of fate on the concrete!
Ross: Malik has the microphone and he’s getting right in Ric’s blood covered face.
Malik: You piece of smut from your mothers stank ass! You f*&kin' called me a tool. You've been hassling me ever since I showed you up a few weeks ago, and look at you now! You bloody bitch punk ass loser! Look at you now without a championship! You’re nothing without the MSS! You’re a quitter! You’re a loser! You’re done in BACW!
[Random stomps from Malik bust Ric’s nose WIDE open forcing his BIG lip to split open and as the crowd continues to chant, Malik gets angrier by the second. Yelling at the second, Malik yanks the microphone from his hands.]
Malik: Give me that mic back! Ric, now you’re lying in a pool of your own damn blood and for what?! To be called Thunder and Lightning?! You punk ass bastard… Matt and I are DONE carrying your overrated ass! But I have one more thing for you... One more parting gift from the Mid South Syndicate!
[Dragging a blood soaked Ric Righteous to his feet, Malik hoist his former partner up into the air, and nails him with the Sit Yo Ass Down power bomb! The ramp shakes and as security makes their way out into the arena, Malik is pulled off, finally stopping him from beating Ric within an inch of his life.]
Ross: Wow!
Malik: M.S.S!!!! 4 Life!
Promo: So Malik Johnson has just ended the MSS relationship with Ric Righteous and I can’t say I’m surprised. Folks, it’s time to take a break, but when we return, Orge Lambart will defend his North Eastern Regional Championship against the queen of hardcore, Roxanne Logan, we’ll see you in a few.
*GRINDER: IX COMMERICAL*
Promo: We are back and Ric Righteous has been rushed to the hospital with his wrestling career dangling from a thread. Malik Johnson has been brutally assaulted by his former partner and I can’t say I’m sorry that Righteous finally got what he deserved.
Ross: Ric is an arrogant guy who’s definitely a household name but the problem with that is, he lives alone.
Promo: We wish him nothing but the best, and hope one day to see the Messiah back in a BACW ring. And speaking of getting back into the ring, let’s turn the show over once again, to ring announcer, Michael Stuffher.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
[The lights go dark and as we hear the opening strains of “Ministry's Reload 12", the bass line kicks in, flooding the arena in a red light. Stepping in from behind the curtains, dressed in tiny black shorts and a revealing black tank top, Logan swings her sack-o-fun over her shoulder striking a diva pose. Sauntering down the aisle and sliding under the bottom rope, she immediately climbs the turnbuckle, and raises her arms, plays to the crowd.
Roxanne: "B A C FUCKIN' W!!!”
Crowd: [POP!] YEAH!
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is for BACW’s Northeastern Regional Championship! Already in the ring, she is the queen of hardcore, Roxanne Logan!
Crowd: You’re hardcore! You’re hardcore! You’re hardcore!
Promo: What can you say about Roxanne Logan other than she’s probably the only woman wrestler to ever come into BACW and compete with these men. Busted open and injured on more than one occasion, Roxanne Logan seems to draw her strength from this bizarre will to compete with men. Tonight, Roxanne Logan has a golden opportunity to win some gold but problem is… she has to do it against a man who has also waiting in the wings, for his chance to shine in the sun.
Ross: And here comes the champion!
Stuffher: And her opponent, coming down the isle, he is BACW’s Northeastern Regional champion! From Philadelphia Pennsylvania, “Beast Master” Orge Lambart!
Promo: Orge bends through the ropes and here comes Logan!
Ross: OH! Running drop kick by Roxanne prevents the champion from entering the combat zone and falling to the small mats with a thud, Orge Lambart has been caught off guard!
[Up onto the turnbuckle and waiting for Orge to turn her way, Logan leaps into a shooting star! Orge catches her at the end of the move and unloading with a paralyzing sit out sidewalk slam, Roxanne Logan is out cold!]
Promo: Wow, that was…
Ross: Brutal?
Promo: Yeah… I’m not sure how Logan’s going to get up from that but I think this match is over. Rolling back into the ring, Orge has asked the referee to begin the 10 count.
Referee: 1…
2…
3…
Promo: I don’t believe it, Roxanne is starting to move!
4...
5…
Ross: She’s up to one knee!
6…
7…
Promo: I don’t think she’s going to beat the count!
8…
9...
Promo: Under the ropes before the referee can reach the count of 10 and this match is going to continue.
Crowd: [POP!] YEAH!
Ross: Problem is Logan is still hurt and Orge isn’t.
[Irish whip into the corner and hitting the turnbuckle with a thud, Orge follows up with a chest to chest Lambart leap! Firing into the double “D’s” of Roxanne Logan, the champion appears to be enjoying the handful and ripping the queen from the corner by her hair, Lambart loops her arm over his head.]
Promo: Into the air and spinning in 360 degree fashion, Orge releases into a vertical suplex and Logan is still in serious trouble!
Ross: I might come out of retirement if I was allowed to knife edge chop her.
Promo: She would eat you alive!
Ross: If I’m lucky.
[Brutal face buster on Roxanne keeps the champion in control and gives him enough time to set up a table inside the ring. The crowd gets to their feet and propping Logan up onto the top turnbuckle; this appears to the beginning of the end.]
Promo: Lambart pushes of and here comes the super-plex!
[CRRRACCKK!!!]
Logan: UGH!
Crowd: OOO!
Promo: This one’s over!
Referee: 1… 2…
Logan: [Kicking through the press.] NO!
Referee: 3!!!!
Promo: What?! She kicked out!
Ross: Orge Lambart gets up and someone better tell him the referee is waving off the count. Roxanne Logan did indeed kick out and I believe this is the opportunity she’s been waiting for.
[As Lambart reaches over the top rope calling for his belt, Logan drives her fist deep into the crotch area of the champion from behind! Again! Again!]
Ross: TESTICULAR CLAW!!!!!
Crowd: OH!!!!
Promo: Ripping downward Logan shocks the most sensitive of areas and Orge crumbles to his knees like a house of cards! Spinning round house plows into the champion’s head, and toppling over, it’s Logan who’s going for the win!
Referee: 1… 2… THRE!!!
Orge: GAH!
Ross: The champion might be sterile but he’s not going to give up his title!
[Locking in a cleavage choke hold Lambart struggles for the ropes trying to break the move before reaching the point of submission. Taking hold of the nylon, the referee signals for Logan to break the hold and the crowd starts to get behind Roxanne.]
Crowd: [Stomping]
Promo: Body slam by Logan in the corner and going up to the top ropes, she’s going for the win once again!
Ross: She’s calling for the Tokyo Tsunami!
Promo: Into the air and OH! NO! Orge got his knees up and Roxanne is writhing on the canvas in pain. Pounding the canvas, Lambart rotates Roxanne to her feet and jamming her head between his thighs… up and down into the crown of thorns pile driver!
Referee: 1… 2…
Ross: The referee hits the canvas for a third time and put this one in the books, Orge Lambart has defended his title here in Atlantic City.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the contest and STILL Northeastern Regional Champion! “Beast Master” Orge Lambart!
[Exiting the ring with his hands raised high into the air; Orge makes his way up the ramp only looking back once before vanishing through the curtain. Limping to her feet and holding her neck in pain, Logan slumps against the ropes disappointed in her failed bid at the championship.]
Promo: So Roxanne Logan has failed to come through once again with a title on the line and I can’t say I’m surprised with all the craziness that currently surrounds her. Last month it was Lee Riel, this month it’s Orge Lambart, but for some unknown reason, she continues to get title shots in the face of her failures.
Ross: For someone unknown reason? She’s bonking the boss!
Promo: You don’t know that for sure Ross, and for the record, haven’t people accused you of doing the same thing?
Ross: Whach-you-talkin-bout-promo?
Promo: You know exactly what I’m talking about! Rumors are meant to be spread but the minute you start believing what’s being said in those rumors; you fall right into BACW’s fountain of misinformation. Speaking of misinformation, let’s go into the back where our roving X-Zone reporter Candice Hoffman is standing side by side, with “Absolute” Lee Riel.
[Cueing up the camera, Candice puts on her best smile and we go live.]
Crowd: [Background] Let’s go Lee Riel! [Clap-clap-clapclapclap] Let’s go Lee Riel! [Clap-clap-clapclapclap] Let’s go Lee Riel! [Clap-clap-clapclapclap]
Candice: Hello fan boys and fan girls, I’m your sexy on the scene X-Zone reporter Candice Hoffman and standing at my side is the Extreme World Champion, “Absolute” Lee Riel. Tell me Lee, what are your thoughts on facing Todd Knight for your title in just a few moments?
Lee Riel: Tonight, I will have my first defense of this title against Todd Knight in BACW and there will be a special referee. Now I’m not a puzzle master by any means, but I’m smart enough to connect the dots. You see Mr. Knight’s best friend is Darrel Besolve, the same man who dropped me on my head a month or so ago. Now Knight comes back in and low and behold, he has a match against me, defending his buddy’s honor after I trashed him last month? I don’t know or care, but what I do care about is this mysterious masked referee. Yeah, big surprise on who’s going to be under that mask now isn’t it?
[Lee licks his lips before continuing.]
Riel: Look Darrel, Batee, Knight… if you want to get rid of me, it isn’t going to happen! Try, try as you might, I’m the little engine that could, and unfortunately you three CAN’T! Special referee, man in a mask, man in a trench coat man with a 45 caliber revolver, forks, spoons or other assorted cutlery… it all won’t matter because I’m keeping my title, and I’m winning this match because I’m Lee Riel!
Fans & Riel: Nuff Said!
[Handing the microphone back to Candice, you can hear Lee Riel’s music cuing up in the background. Opening the curtain, the crowd explodes with a huge POP!]
Crowd: YEAH!
Fans: Let’s Go Lee Riel! [Clap, Clap, Clap, clap, clap] Let’s Go Lee Riel! [Clap, Clap, Clap,
clap, clap]
Candice Hoffman: Well there you have it. Lee Riel thinks the man behind the mask is Darrel Besolve and if he’s indeed correct, then don’t expect the extreme title to leave his waist tonight. I’m your sexy on the scene X-Zone reporter Candice Hoffman saying, if it’s not a rumor, then it doesn’t belong on my show, back to you Promo!
Promo: Thank you very much Candice Hoffman, our roving X-Zone reporter!
Ross: Champ appears to have all the answers.
Promo: That only means someone’s ready to change the questions.
[A single red spotlight beams from the heavens painting the curtain with a crimson hue as smoke begins to billow from behind the curtain.]
Fans: Let’s Go Lee Riel! [Clap, Clap, Clap, clap, clap] Let’s Go Lee Riel! [Clap, Clap, Clap,
clap, clap]
Promo: Pumped up and full of confidence, here comes the extreme world champion.
Ross: The champ will not be out done tonight.
[“More Human, Than Human” by White Zombie kicks through the speakers and belts each and every person in the head with one swift kick.]
Fans: Let’s Go Lee Riel! [Clap, Clap, Clap, clap, clap] Let’s Go Lee Riel! [Clap, Clap, Clap, clap, clap]
[As the ruckus fans stand to their feet two white spotlights swing across the arena from opposite directions, lighting up the thousands of fans all chanting in unison and clapping their hands. With the spotlights settling on the curtain and the entranceway completely engulfed in smoke we finally catch a glimpse of the man the fans are chanting for.]
Fans: YEAH!
[Bursting through the curtain comes, Lee Riel, dressed in a black jumpsuit with the hood up, his
FTF World Heavyweight title wrapped around his waist, he pauses on the stage for a moment soaking in the applause of the fans.]
Fans: Let’s Go Lee Riel! [Clap, Clap, Clap, clap, clap] Let’s Go Lee Riel! [Clap, Clap, Clap,
clap, clap]
[With a broad smile of appreciation strewn across his face The Canadian Wrestle-GOD walks slowly down to the ring slapping the hands of the fans.]
[As he makes his way to the ring he hops up onto the ring apron, tugging back on the ropes he propels himself head over heels into the ring and taking a knee as the lights comes back up in the arena.]
Stuffher: Extreme fans, this next bout is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the Extreme World Championship! Already in the ring for this contest, the masked referee!
Crowd: BOO! Daaarell! Daaarell! Daaarell!
Masked Referee: SHUT UP!
Crowd: BOO!
Promo: So it appears the masked man is a guy who has an extreme distain for the fans.
Ross: Not necessarily.
Promo: Not necessarily?
Ross: The fans are calling him Darrel but what if it’s not him? The way I see it, he’s just mad because they don’t know his name and if his mother is watching, she might turn the TV off missing his performance.
Promo: You know you’re insane right?
Ross: Oh look - Corndogs!
Stuffher: Coming down the aisle from Toronto, Ontario: Canada he weighed in tonight at a slim, trim, jacked, stacked and ripped 252 lbs. he is the unrecognized, unofficial, unsanctioned... self proclaimed FTF World Heavyweight Champion. There is only ONE! "Absoluuuuuuute" Lee RIEL!
Crowd: [POP!] Yeah!
[Stomping in unison]
[CUE MUSIC]
Addicted to bleeding these blocks,
Addicted to serving that dope,
Addicted to life I lead in the weed I smoke!
Addicted to the drama!
Addicted to the pain!
Addicted to the violence!
Addicted to the game!
Stuffher: And his opponent, coming down the isle from the Lone Star state of Texas! He is a multi-time BACW World Television champion and cruiserweight icon! “The Knightmare!” Todd Knight!
Promo: Flipping off the crowd and flipping into the ring, here comes Todd Knight to a roar of boos and you know what Ross, I don’t think he really cares. Thrown off a 30 foot scaffold by BACW Heavyweight champion The Spectre, most believed Knight’s career was over. But here he is inside the ring, and good lord, he just spit into the wheelchair section of the crowd.
Ross: Not a lot of class huh?
Promo: Not even a shred.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Ross: It’s all a big joke to Knight! Just like the raw fish in my locker, the Ben-Gay in my jock strap, the salt in my coffee, the shemale stripper….
Promo: We get the idea.
Ross: Do you? Do you really?
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Promo: Circling the logo, both men engage in a collar tie and it’s Riel who gets off first with a lightening like arm drag! Transitioning into an arm bar, the champion pulls back on the hold in an attempt to wear down the limb of Knight.
Ross: Slow and steady wins the race.
[Fighting to his feet, Knight connects with a back elbow but Riel counters hard with a clothesline from the side. Off the canvas by his head and looping the arm of the challenger, the champion arches into a snap suplex and Knight doesn’t seem to be starting this match off well.]
Promo: Todd Knight definitely appears to have a ton of ring rust and I bet he’s starting to wonder if he’s bit off more than he can chew.
Ross: Tough love body slam in the corner and Riel is calling for one of his moniker moves!
[Flipping into a split legged moonsault, Knight raises his knees and Riel curls up into the fetal position. Knight struggles to catch his breath and throwing Riel into the ropes, Todd follows through with a brutal high knee!]
Promo: Lee staggers to his feet and Knight practically takes his head off with a pin point drop kick to the face!
Ross: Riel’s lip is busted open and rolling in and out of the ring, here comes Knight with a steel chair!
Promo: Todd Knight is looking to get extreme!
Ross: Come on referee! You haven’t done anything in this match to enforce the rules!
Promo: Did you just say that?
Ross: I think this cue card is yours.
Promo: Moron!
[Reaching back with the chair, Knight swings in Riel’s direction but the referee grabs the chair! The referee shakes his head no and as Todd turns back to face Riel, the champion leans in with a surprise Vancanadator!]
Promo: The chair smashes right into the temple of the champion and look out! Canadian-Thunder!
Ross: Riel’s calling for an arm lock!
[Reaching into his baggy jeans, Knight throws salt in the direction of Riel but he hits the referee right in the face!]
Ross: Salt to the eyes of the referee!
Referee: AHHHHHHH!!!!!!
[Riel pounds Knight with a scissor kick to the top of the head from his back and doing a kip up, the crowd gets to their feet! Scaling the turnbuckle and leaping into the air…]
Promo: HIGH LIGHT OF THE NIGHT!
Crowd: [POP!] YEAH!
Ross: Frog splash connects and this one’s over!
Riel: [Hooking the leg] Count him!
Promo: The blinded referee is pounding the canvas!
Referee: 1… 2…
Ross: THREE!!!
[WHACK!]
Crowd: BOO!
Riel: UGH!
[Tossing the dented chair to the side, the referee pulls the mask off and Caesar’s Palace explodes!]
Crowd: [POP!] Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!
Promo: You have to be kidding me! The father of extreme has returned to BACW and look at the stunned appearance of Todd “Knightmare” Knight! He can’t believe Sam “God Damn” Natas has returned to the place of his birth!
Ross: Natas has Riel up in choke slam position and OH! Right onto the chair with a clang!
Promo: Todd Knight is setting up a table on the outside of the ring and you don’t think these two are in cahoots do you?
Ross: Who won?
Promo: Who won? The referee is partners with Knight! No one won you idiot!
[The crowd is shocked at the unprovoked attack on their hero Lee Riel, and they quickly turn on the pair of original BACW extremists now standing in the middle of the ring suddenly being showered with a wave of ear shattering boo's.]
Sam Natas: [With mic in hand] BACW! I have come back to make this place worth a shit again, I have come back to recover what is rightfully mine!
Crowd: You Sold Out!!! You Sold Out!!! You Sold Out!!!
[He ignores the crowd and walks toward Knight.]
Natas: But you know Knightmare, Riel was right. We should be working together, because there's not man in this or any other federation that would be able to stop us if we banded together...
[Knight shakes his head as if in agreement… rolling back into the ring, Todd motions for a tech to hand him a mic.]
Crowd: You Suck Dick!!! You Suck Dick!!! You Suck Dick!!!
Todd Knight: [Grabbing the mic] You people can chant all you want! Because I don't give a f*ck about what any of you think!
Crowd: [Louder and Faster] You Suck Dick! You Suck Dick! You Suck Dick! You Suck Dick!
Knight: [Pointing to Ross] Hey Ross, I think they’re talking to you!
Ross: [Pulling off his headset] You son of a…
Promo: [Holding back Ross] Sit down Ross!
[Knight laughs and flips off the crowd as they continue to chant. To his side Natas mouths "F*ck You" to the camera, as the chant starts to die down.]
Knight: After all these years Natas, I think we're actually starting to see eye to eye on things! This place as become nothing more than a shell of it's former self! As I look around, this "new" BACW, all I see are dumb-ass gimmicks, fake tough guys, and a bunch of hardcore wanna-be's! What happened to the days when BACW represented the hero's of anti-establishment? What happened to the days that the real life freaks, cut-throats, psychopaths, and monsters of this society ruled the extreme stomp hall? Because compared to those day, what I see before me right now, makes me wanna f*cking puke!
Crowd: Fuck you Knight!
[The crowd continues to boo.]
Natas: Well it's been along time coming, Knight but you're right, we both look around here and see the same thing, a product that has grown rotten and become foul. Well that time has come to an end! When I think about people like Spectre holding the gold that should be around my waist it makes me f*cking sick! And when I see a pile of shit like Lee Riel holding a so-called "Extreme" title, that makes me f*cking sick! So I think the time has come that we showed this company a little of the old school extreme violence! Whaddya say?
Knight: I say all these people better get f*cking ready for something they haven't seen since the very beginning of The BACW! Because they're all about to witness the rebirth of...
Extreme Violence!
[Both men throw down their mics, and thrusting their hands into the air over Riel, the crowd continues to toss garbage into the ring. As they start to exit the ring, they step over the still dazed body of Lee Riel as he tries to stand up. Knight leans down and spits in his face with Natas offering up a couple more hard stomps to the back just to drive his point home.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Zooming in on Riel.]
Riel: [Looking through cross eyes] De… D… Dea… D… deeeeead!!!!
[Passing out in the middle of the ring, Lee Riel’s body remains lifeless.]
Promo: Can someone please get out here to help this man. You know what Ross, this is typical BACW and for the first time in my announcing career I can honestly say I’m fed up with it! Lee Riel was Mr. Batee’s golden child in WWA but as soon as he got a chance to kick him down, he did it with little or no respect for what Riel has done for his promotion.
Ross: Promo… Lee Riel is trying to cock block Mr. Batee’s relationship with Roxanne and I think this was Batee’s way of telling Riel to stay out of his business.
Promo: Well that’s still not an excuse! Folks, as the medics continue to tend to Lee Riel, let’s take you into the back where Matt McClain is standing by…
[Backstage in the locker room of the Mid South Syndicate we see the challenger to the BACW Heavyweight Champion. Peering in, you see Matt McClain adjusting his wrestling boots and then start to wrap his wrist with black tape. A few moments goes by as McClain smoothes out the tape on his wrist he just wrapped.]
McClain: Batee, tonight you have given me a chance at the BACW Heavyweight Title. You have kept it from me for so long and I have vowed to you that I would only need one shot in order to capture it. I would need one shot to show the Champion that I am better then he is. Tonight is that night. Tonight is the name that my name goes into the BACW History books and you will see that am as good as I say I am. Tonight, your worst nightmare comes to life as I become the new BACW Heavyweight Champion, and you know there is nothing you can do to stop me.
[Smoothing down more tape]
McClain: Now this brings me to the so-called “Champion”, Spectre. Tonight, you will have no where to run, and you will have no where to go, as you are going to meet your match. I’m already proven to you that you can not beat me, and tonight will be no different. You can come out and you can say that I have never beaten you and I can say I have, but look at the facts; I ended up getting what I wanted, regardless of what the record books have said. When you get what you want, you are the winner, and Spectre, I got what I wanted.
[Getting up from the bench, McClain puts on his sunglasses finally prepared for battle.]
McClain: Now tonight, you and I will step into the ring and square off for the BACW Championship. Tonight is more then just a wrestling match; it’s more then just winning or losing. Tonight, it’s about proving who is better. I have no problem saying that I’m better then you are and I’m going to prove it to you that I am better then you are. I look at you and you are nothing more then a lost soul that’s struggling to be found. When you step into the ring with the Crippler, you’re going to become just a victim in my long path of destruction. Tonight we settle a score and you find out that I’m not Ric Righteous. I’m Matt McClain. I’m the “Crippler”, and tonight, I will be the BACW Heavyweight Champion.
[Fading from the locker room, the lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. Soon, the sound of waves crashing along with the sound of thunder and howling winds fill the arena. They are soon joined by a shrill sound of sirens echoing though out the building.]
#SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU…SHUT UP….SHUT UP…SHUT UP…SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!
[A hush falls over the crowd leaving the arena in total darkness. With out warning, multi-colored lights start exploding through out the arena, and with in a matter of seconds, a massive explosion rips through out the entranceway leaving most of the fans breathless. A wall of fire reaches out to touch the top of the arena as the flames radiate their heat. As the smoke and fire start to clear out, the fans can see that McClain’s tron video has come to life as his theme, a remix of One Step Closer performed by Linkin Park, starts to rip though out the PA system. On his tron, a golden outline of a flame comes into sight as McClain’s cross slams into the flame as it sounds like steel hitting steel, and is quick to fade to blackness as his name is quick to fade in. Soon it starts to flash across the tron into various different fonts and colors Behind his name, there are clips of The Submission Specialist winning past titles, making opponents tap with his crippling Breaking Point, climbing to the top rope and hitting the high flying Storm Surge, The Perfect Storm, as well as his Natural Disaster. We catch only a glimpse of him pulling off some of the most unbelievable moves ever seen.]
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK
#I FIND THE ANSWERS AREN’T SO CLEAR, I WISH I COULD FIND A WAY TO DISSAPPEAR…ALL THESE THOUGHTS THEY MAKE NO SENSE, I FOUND THIS IN INGRONCE, NOTHING SEEMS TO GO AWAY…OVER AND OVER AGAIN… JUST LIKE BEFORE!
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is our main event of the evening and it’s scheduled for one fall with a 45 minute time limit. About to enter the arena, he comes to us from Houston, Texas and is 230 pounds. He is the crippler! Matt McClain!
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Out of no where, we see a man that appears to be rising up from the floor. Once he has risen like a phoenix from its ashes, McClain looks around the arena as a grin plays across his lips. The fans start to boo at the mere sight of McClain, which is like music to his ears. McClain slowly raises both arms high into the air as the crowd roars with their disapproval. As he makes the slow walk to the ring, the multi-colored lights start to glisten off his skin. He's dressed in a pair of white tights. On his left leg of his tights in a blood red lettering, and outlined in gold is his name, “CRIPPLER”, and on his opposite leg, in the same blood red material and outlined in gold is a modified cross surrounded in flames. His white paten leather boots bare the same cross as his tights in a red paten leather color. McClain has his wrist and forearms tapped in a heavy black tape. His short bleach blonde hair dangles slightly over his silver-framed Oakley’s, hiding his cold ice-white eyes from the fans behind the shimmering ice iridium lens.]
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO…BREAK!
#SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU…SHUT UP….SHUT UP…SHUT UP…SHUT UP….I’M ABOUT TO BREAK!
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK
[As soon as McClain enters the ring, two spotlights bath him as he converges into the center of the ring where McClain appears frozen in place. His chiseled body, still bathed in the pale blue light, is ridged. He soon breaks his stance by jerking up his arms high into the air. The boo’s of the fans give him a sudden rush. With his arms out stretched high into the air, flash bulbs all over the arena pop with a bright white light. It's almost an indescribable feeling coupled with the booing of the fans as the lights in the arena start to slowly come back on.]
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO…BREAK!
Promo: Before we get started let’s briefly go over some of the history between these two men. There have been two times that McClain has meet The Spectre. The first time was a tap out contest, where the person who tapped out would receive a shot at the eWrestling.org Title. McClain locked on his Breaking Point and right before Spectre could tap out, McClain “tapped out”, earning him a shot at the title.
Ross: What about the second time?
Promo: The second time they meet was October in a Gauntlet Match. Within a matter of minutes, McClain scored a “tap out” win over Spectre, eliminating him from the match. Righteous hit his finisher and McClain was quick to trap him into the Breaking Point and then with Spectre knocked out, McClain picked his hand up and forced him to tap out.
Ross: Sounds like a lot of bad blood.
Promo: There have been a lot of words thrown between the two and McClain is looking to take the one thing that Spectre holds most dear to him, the BACW Heavyweight title. McClain is going into the match looking to walk out the Heavyweight Champion, a title that he has been longing after since he signed with the BACW.
Ross: I hope McClain knows that there could be outside interference that could prevent him from winning the title.
Promo: Bottom line is I believe McClain wants to win the match very quickly, avoiding that entire scenario.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
[A line of pyrotechnic explosions start at the center of the ceiling of the arena. In rapid succession they fire off in a purple glow toward the entrance ramp. Once the explosions reach the ramp, two bolts of lightning shoot out and intersect one another and strike just in front of the entrance. A huge plume of purple smoke rises from the top of the ramp. "Memphisto" by Depeche Mode kicks in and The Spectre steps through the smoke with the BACW Undisputed Title draped over his shoulder. He holds it on his shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand is a small black bag. Spectre has a huge sadistic grin on his face and he stomps quickly toward the ring, with
Johnny the Hyena following close behind.]
Ross: He’s got a dog?
Promo: Hyena.
Ross: Looks like a dog.
Promo: Just drop it okay!
[Spectre climbs into the ring, along with Johnny. Spectre places the black bag in the corner, and then walks to the center of the ring. He looks all around at the crowd and raises the BACW Undisputed Title high in the air for all to see. He turns slowly around so that everyone has a chance to see Spectre with the title. Beating his chest with his other fist, Spectre begins to mock McClain.]
Stuffher: And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NEW Undisputed BACW Heavyweight Champion. He comes to you from the Deepest Corners of Your Mind, and weighs in at 299 pounds. Accompanied to the ring by his pet hyena Johnny, this is...The SPECTRE!!!
Promo: Spectre should take on a more technical strategy, and focus mainly on McClain's injured arm because let’s face it, if your opponent has a weak limb, it’s crazy not to exploit it.
Ross: You really think McClain’s arm is broken?
Promo: I’m not 100% sure but Spectre has to at least test it before McClain has a chance to lock in the Breaking Point.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Promo: Whatever strategy these men are going to use is anyone’s call! The referee has called for the bell and here we GO!
[Walking into the center of the ring, Spectre immediately slaps Matt in the face and The Crippler returns fire with a no hands head butt! Spectre staggers backwards but is too stunned to prevent McClain from tossing his flat onto his back with a belly to belly suplex.]
Promo: Off the canvas comes McClain and look out, side Russian leg is counter with a surprise face buster! Folks Spectre might no look like the most in shape person here in BACW but with moves like that, it’s really hard to deny the man can wrestle.
Ross: Spectre cinches in an arm bar and applying a grapevine, and he’s going after McClain’s injured arm!
Promo: McClain is too good in submission wrestling to fall victim to this move, and forcing his way up to his feet, Spectre goes for a side head lock.
[Chop block by the challenger cripples Spectre to both knees, and as he releases the hold, McClain connects with a decapitating crescent kick! The champion falls lifelessly to his side and McClain makes the 1… 2… 3… press!]
Promo: Wow that was close!
Referee: Kick out only two continue the match! Only two!
Promo: McClain I obviously going after the body parts that Spectre will to execute his finisher and in typical fashion, McClain is methodically trying to pull the champion apart limb by limb.
[Dragging Spectre into the corner and signaling for a bulldog, Spectre side suplexes McClain over the top rope and crashing down to the small mats, McClain is hurt bad!]
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Ross: That was worse than my wipe out!
Promo: Over the top rope and down the cold hard mat, the crippler is in serious trouble and here comes Spectre.
[WHAM!]
McClain: UGH!
Crowd: OH!
[Slamming Matt’s head into the side of the steel stairs, Spectre busts them into two pieces and motions to the crowd that he’s going to bust open the case of the challenger! With McClain’s arm cast flush on the lower section of the stairs, Spectre picks the upper section up over his head and slamming downward…]
Crowd: OOO!
Promo: He missed and folks, Matt McClain just avoided getting his entire arm crushed!
Ross: The vibration from steel hitting steel has Spectre shaking his hands and look out!
[SMACK!]
Spectre: AH!
Promo: McClain with a cast shot to the head of Spectre and the champion is busted open! Rolling the champion back into the ring, here comes McClain hot on his trail! McClain’s going to put this one away and become our new champion.
Ross: Spectre’s wobbling to his feet… he doesn’t see McClain charging!
Promo: Off the ropes with a massive dropkick which sends Spectre onto his back and the crowd immediately starts to boo. This has been an awesome match with both men beating the hell out of each other for the right to be called BACW’s Heavyweight champion!
[McClain spies Spectre where he wants him and taking off once again into the ropes, he flings himself into the air landing a picture perfect lionsault. The Crippler quickly goes right back on the attack dropping a knee across the throat of his opponent.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: The crowd starts to boo the “Crippler” as he slowly brings Spectre to his feet… Look out! Hard knife-edge chops, and Spectre’s chest immediately turns bright red.]
Ross: McClain may have broken a blood vessel in the champion’s chest because I have never seen someone get so red so quick!
[McClain picks up Spectre and looks to be going for a scoop slam, but instead walks over to the corner turnbuckle and hooks Spectre upside down. He quickly delivers a few rapid shots to the mid section for good measure before he runs to the other side of the ring.]
Promo: What’s he setting up for? Wait… I know what he’s setting up for, I’ve seen him do this before, and this is not going to be pretty!
[As soon as he reaches the other side, McClain goes full speed over the logo and delivers a baseball slide drop kick to the dangling face of BACW’s Champion. McClain slowly makes his way up and looks down at Spectre who is screaming out in pain. The Crippler grabs the ropes and just starts to sends massive kicks to the mid-section and chest of Spectre. The crowd starts to count the number of kicks to the chest and there’s nothing Spectre can do about it.]
1…
2…
3…
4…
Promo: The ref is warning McClain that if he hits 5; he is going to DQ him!
Ross: McClain is walking a razor’s edge tonight, I don’t know if it’s a wise move on his part to taunt the referee.
[Slowly backing away from Spectre, McClains leaves him to untangle himself but at the last second he turns around nailing a low spin kick to Spectre’s bloody mouth. Spectre somehow untangles his foot from the top turn buckle and falls lifelessly to the mat. McClain smiles marveling at his work, and turning to taunt the fans, doesn’t see Spectre trying to make it to his feet.]
Crowd: Spec-tre! Spec-tre! Spec-tre!
Promo: Listen to the fans chant Spectre’s name!
Ross: McClain doesn’t seem him behind him.
Promo: McClain is growing tired of hearing the fans chanting Spectre’s name!
Ross: Here it is, the Natural Disaster!
[McClain drives Spectre face into the mat and covers him as the ref counts.]
Referee: 1… 2… 3!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Spectre: [Rolling to one side] GAH!
Ross: OH!!
Promo: Wow that was close! Wait a minute what the hell is going on? Why is Malik Johnson inside the ring?
[McClain is handed the BACW Heavyweight title from Malik Johnson who has now appeared at ringside, and as he sinks to his knees, McClain stares at the title in disbelief. Quickly jumping to his feet, McClain heads over to the ringside area where he hugs his wife, daughter and son. Clutching his family and holding them close to him, The Crippler savors the winning moment.]
Spectre: NO!!! NO!!! Get back here McClain!!! I wasn’t pinned! NO!!! Ref! REF!!!
Promo: BACW has a new Champion and this means we are sure to be heading towards dark days in BACW! But as exciting as this title change is, we are out of time! I’m the Promo Machine, and we’ll see you next month when our main event will feature the rematch when McClain will once again face The Spectre!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Promo: What’s going on?
Ross: Can I leave?
Promo: No you can’t leave! Folks, we were supposed to go off the air but apparently something has happened and I’m being told, we have been given additional TV time.
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match because the time limit had expired, and still… BACW’s Heavyweight champion… The Spectre!
Promo: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Ross: McClain is furious and Spectre is demanding his belt back but McClain is leaving the arena with the title! McClain’s kids are crying! Malik Johnson is furious, and Krissy McClain just flipped off the fans!
Promo: Folks Matt McClain is not the heavyweight champion and although in BACW possession is nine tenths of the law, The Spectre is still the champion! Wait a minute folks, Lee Riel is limping down the isle with a baseball bat and my God does he look angry. Spectre has given chase to McClain and Johnson… and folks, I’m told we are still going to stay with the show.
[A single red spotlight beams from the heavens painting the curtain with a crimson hue as smoke begins to billow from behind the curtain.]
Fans: YEAH!
Ross: Does all this extra TV time mean I’m getting not paid?
Promo: Is my name on your check?
Ross: Let me see.
Fans: Let’s Go Lee Riel! [Clap, Clap, Clap, clap, clap] Let’s Go Lee Riel! [Clap, Clap, Clap, clap, clap]
[As he makes his way to the ring he limps up the stairs and stepping through the ropes, he takes the microphone from the ring announcer as the lights come back up in the arena.]
Fans: YEAH!
[Lee raises his hand into the air as the fans quiet down to listen to what he has to say.]
Riel: There will be no Mr. Batee impressions here tonight.
[The fans murmur with slight unhappiness but are far from booing their hero.]
Riel: I hold in my hand a title belt that I earned, that I won, and that I damn well deserve but in light of what happened tonight, I can’t represent this title anymore.
Fans: [BOO!]
Promo: Is Lee Riel forfeiting the Extreme World Title because he got beaten up E.V.?
Riel: I know, I know. This belt represents Corporate America; it represents the suits, the ties, and the puppet masters that think they can pull my strings and tell me what to do. This title represents the bullshit that’s WWA, it represents the bullshit that’s Mr. Batee, and it represents the watered down corporate version of BACW we’ve all been seeing! Maybe I needed to get my ass kicked tonight to see this? I don’t know. These are things I just can’t fight for; they are things I can’t drive myself to fight for anymore. So, I am thereby announcing that I am no longer the WWA Extreme World Champion and I refuse to be a corporate puppet any longer!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: What is he doing?
Ross: This is not going to go over very well with our boss.
Riel: I don’t wrestle for BACW, I don’t wrestle for WWA, I don’t wrestle for that troll, Mr. Batee! I wrestle for myself and for YOU the fans!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Riel: From now on, I do what I want, when I want, and how I want! Batee do you hear me!!! Nobody controls me! Nobody pulls my strings! And nobody is going to lay their hands on me EVER again without pulling back a bloody stump!
[Lee begins walking back and forth at a rapid pace, WWA Extreme title still in his hand, being shaken violently with his hand gestures.]
Riel: It’s time to go back to what BACW WAS all about… it’s time to bring back the cut throat, no rules, no restrictions, anything goes, politic free Bad ASS Championship Wrestling and it starts right here tonight with me. I stand here and I stand beaten up and I’m going to say it loud. Fuck Batee, Fuck BACW, Fuck the WWA, Fuck Corporate America… FUCK THE FED!
Fans: Fuck the Fed! Fuck the Fed! Fuck the Fed! Fuck the Fed!
[Lee drapes the WWA Extreme title over the top turnbuckle in one of the corners of the ring, pulling out a roll of masking tape, and black marker, Lee proceeds to cover the WWA and the word Extreme with the tape and then he proceeds to write the words F.T.F. over it.]
Riel: I am a champion, but I am not the champion of some big corporation, and I am certainly not the champion of a man who has his head shoved up his ass! I am the champion of the people and of the federation that used to be. I am the F.T.F. [Fuck The Fed] World Heavyweight Champion and if anyone has anything say about it, then get in this ring, and say it to my face!
[Riel holds the newly christened FTF World Heavyweight title up into the camera.]
Riel: If you want a shot at MY WORLD title come and get it, lord knows it means a hell of a lot more than the piece of tin Spectre wears around his waste. You never beat me Spectre, NOBODY beat me for that belt you wear! I got screwed and until you or anyone else beats me they will never be the best! Line up boys and girls and come get a shot at the real world champion.
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