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Knock Out Match
Sam Natas Banned From Building
Todd Knight vs. Matt McClain
First Blood Match
Sam Natas vs. Alec Ace
FTF World Heavyweight Championship
Lee Riel (c) vs. Particle Man
NE Regional Championship Match
Orge Lambart
vs.
Ali Mustafa Jihad
vs.
Randy Acorn
[Opening our show backstage and standing near a wall in the locker room facing his mammoth sidekick is none other than Particle Man.]
Crowd: [POP!] YEAH!
[He’s decked out in blue and gold as always, to his left, Universe man looks on in his tight leather number. A hand touches the shoulder of the big hearted little man and he springs into action, spinning around, fists cocked.]
Voice: WOAH!
[The hand belonged to none other than FTF World Champion, Lee Riel, belt slung over his shoulder, and decked out in his black hooded jumpsuit.]
Crowd: [POP!] YEAH!
Riel: [Holding his title in front of his face] I’m one of the good guys.
[Particle Man nods in the affirmative.]
Particle Man: Fair citizen, what is it that brings you in my presence?
[The camera picks up Lee’s expression of worry.]
Riel: [Looking around with sarcastic caution] There is evil all around us, and all over this arena. Since you’re the only super hero I know, I’ve come to you in hopes that you can save the day… These cameras that film us, [whispering] they are evil!
PM: GASP! Do tell!
Riel: Mr. Batee is using them to steal our souls… [Side to side head turn] The natives were right about the cameras, and now we are all in grave danger…
[Riel leans in whispering into Particle Man’s ear.]
Riel: Unless somebody does something about it!
[With a look of concern on his face, Particle Man responds.]
PM: Egad man! What are we going to do?
Riel: [Faking the seriousness of the conversation] YOU… have to DESTROY… ALL… the cameras!
[Both men simultaneously do a head turn and look directly into the camera filming them.]
PM: I think I know where to start noble citizen.
[Lee nods in the affirmative, and noticing the eyes of the super hero firmly locked on his FTF title belt, Riel tosses it to him.]
Cameraman: Hey dude, this is like a $25,000 dollar…
[CRACK!]
[With on swing, Particle Man smashes the camera reducing it to static.]
E-
[Music riff]
Wrrrestling! [Echo]
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Dot [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 Los Angeles, California! I'm the Paul Prominiski AKA The Promo Machine, and we are less than two months away from BACW's biggest pay per view of the year; Grinder IX! There is standing room only here at the Staples Center, but at my side once again is BACW Hall of Fame inductee, "The Future" Darrel Besolve!
Crowd: Daaa-rel! Daaa-rel! Daaa-rel!
Darrel Besolve: [Dressed to the 9’s] As always, the pleasure is all yours Promo. You know, there was a time when I would literally shake because I knew Grinder was coming up, but since hanging up my wrestling boots and joining the civilized part of society, I’m actually looking forward to Grinder IX.
Promo: Darrel we are all excited about Grinder IX, but I’m also pumped up about tonight’s TVMA, because in our main event, we will see Particle Man taking on BACW’s Heavyweight champion The Spectre, and yes, the title will be on the line! Last month Particle Man took a beating at the hands of The Spectre, but because Mr. Batee wanted to see more violence on his show, he booked this match again!
Besolve: [Confused look] Particle who?
Promo: Particle Man. You know - truth justice and the American way. The promo just aired a few seconds ago with cameras breaking…
Besolve: And Batee wonders why his ratings are in toilet! Ugh! Come on Promo, the guy is called Particle Man and if he defeats Spectre for the belt I single handily made famous, it will not only kill Spectre’s heat, but it will make for one of the worst Grinder shows in this companies history.
Promo: The people who book the shows know more than you think they do Darrel.
Besolve: Apparently, the bookers who book this show also have their predictable heads up their predictable asses. Come one Promo; challenge me because Particle Man as BACW Heavyweight champion makes as much sense as Sam Natas joining the Boy Scouts of America!
Promo: Well if that doesn’t interest you, what’s your take on Riel verses Ross for the FTF World Championship?
Besolve: [Yawn] FTF has been done by some of the greatest wrestlers to ever sign one of Batee’s blood contracts. Who allowed Riel to dust off this belt anyway?
Promo: I believe he did without permission.
Besolve: [Slamming his hand on the desk] See, there in lays the problem. In old school BACW, the owner never stood for nonsense like this, and just for disrespecting that title, I should come out of retirement tonight and kick Lee’s ass!
Promo: [Shuffling his papers] Mr. Besolve, please try to remain professional.
Besolve: A Canadian as FTF champion? Lee Riel crossed that line the minute he decided to try do things I already have done! Who does he think he is… David Vance?
Promo: Look, let’s change the topic okay?
Besolve: [Looking into a blank spot] It’s your show.
Promo: What about Todd Knight verses Matt McClain in a knock out match?
Besolve: [Snapping his head] Now you have my attention Promo! Everyone knows Todd Knight is my little brother from another mother and when I tell you the kid has all the tools to defeat anyone in BACW, I’m not just blowing smoke into your tube. This guy is violent and carries within his heart, a high threshold of pain! These two attributes will take him past Matt McClain and into the winner circle. But, just so you don’t think I’m schilling one way or another, let me say that Matt McClain isn’t called the Crippler for nothing. I’ve had my battles with this guy and if he comes to the ring prepared, it’s going to be one hell of a…
["Bad Company" by Bad Company hits the speakers as the fans push against the gates to see who's coming to the ring.]
Promo: It appears Randy Acorn is going to interrupt our opening analysis, and because I don’t have any choice, let’s wait for him to get into the ring, to hear what he has to say.
Besolve: [Annoyed] Son of a bitch! I was in the middle of talking!
["Badboy" Randy Acorn strolls through the curtain as the fans let loose with a chorus of boos. Acorn is wearing a plain black t-shirt that says "I Mark 4 Orge Lambert" on the front of it in white lettering. He's wearing his classic pearl white wrestling trunks/boots with "Badboy" written on both in gold lettering. Carrying a microphone in his hand, Acorn confidently struts to the ring with a serious expression across his face, oblivious to the hatred of the fans around him. He hops up to the ring apron and through the ropes. He brings the microphone up to speak into it and as the boos die out a bit, he begins to speak]
Fan: [From the distant cheap seats in a foreign accent.] Kill yourself Acorn!
Randy Acorn: [Looking to the cheap seats with the microphone.] Shut the hell up!
Crowd: [More boos]
Acorn: Look, I'm out here for a match, but I was asked by BACW management to address the crowd for another reason...
[Acorn shakes his head with a look of disgust on his face]
Acorn: It seems the powers that be feel like my comments on our Middle Eastern friend, Ali Jihad, we a little too harsh, and not very politically correct. They want me to come out here and apologize, so here I am…
Crowd: Ass-hole! Ass-hole! Ass-hole!
[Acorn circles the ring as the fans continue to boo, shaking his head, looking as though he can't believe he's out here doing this.]
Fan: May the God’s burn your soul sinner!
Acorn: Whatever AK-MED!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Acorn: So, Ali Jihad, people of the Middle East, if I offended you...
[Camera zooms in on Acorn's face as he leans over the ropes.]
Acorn: ...I apologize… Apologize… for not giving it to you towel heads worse YOU PIECES OF CRAP!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Darrel Besolve: You know what I love about BACW?
Promo: What?
Darrel: It’s so politically correct.
Crowd: [Continued chants] Ass-hole! Ass-hole! Ass-hole!
Acorn: I never have been, and never will be an apologist! So the bigs in back can kiss my ass along with the rest of you!
Crowd: Ass-hole! Ass-hole! Ass-hole!
Acorn: Ali G, if you're so offended about my remarks, get your ass out here and do something about it... and bring the big dumb retard with you!
Allâhu akbar Allâhu akbar
Allâhu akbar Allâhu akbar
Crowd: BOO!
[Acorn tosses the microphone out of the ring and starts to rock side to side warming up in the ring.]
Besolve: His arrogance reminds me of someone.
Promo: I don’t think the crowd is going to be in favor of either man since they are equally as hated here in BACW. And I believe his arrogance reminds you of… well you!
Besolve: [Scowl]
[Unfamiliar music shoots through the loud speakers of the arena as the crowd murmurs, the background music clearly of middle eastern nature the crowd begins to boo knowing who is about to step through the curtain. The Adhan is what it’s called and as it continues to play the curtain remains still.]
Allâhu akbar Allâhu akbar
Allâhu akbar Allâhu akbar
[The curtain parts and Ali Mustafa Jihad steps out onto the stage with a black robe called a Bisht and an Islamic head dress known as a Ghutra in white. Peaking from beneath the Bisht is a pair of traditionally Middle Eastern style wrestling boots with curled, pointed toes in black. Walking behind him is his rather large and still unnamed bodyguard in a white Ghutra of his own, a pair of black sunglasses and a crisp and classic black suit with white shirt and black tie.]
ash-hadu al-lââ ilâha illa-llâh
ash-hadu al-lââ ilâha illa-llâh
Crowd: U_S_A! U_S_A! U_S_A!
ash-hadu anna muhammadan rasûlu-llâh
ash-hadu anna muhammadan rasûlu-llâh
Crowd: U_S_A! U_S_A! U_S_A!
hayya ‘ala-s-salâh
hayya ‘ala-s-salâh
hayya ‘ala-l-falâh
hayya ‘ala-l-falâh
Crowd: U_S_A! U_S_A! U_S_A!
Allâhu akbar, Allâhu akbar
lââ ilâha illa-llâh
Crowd: U_S_A! U_S_A! U_S_A!
[Ali makes his way into the ring where a small mat has been placed. Standing in front of the mat, he places his hands palms up and facing out beside his head. He begins talking to himself, and then proceeds to place his hands together and bow his head. Bowing forward, he then stands back erect. He then kneels on the mat and bows to the ground kissing it, he rises and bows again, kissing the mat again.]
Promo: Acorn can’t take anymore and here he comes!
Besolve: Over the top rope, Randy collides with a high risk somersault senton and down goes Ali’s bodyguard right into the railing! Ali is caught under the move and he appears to be stunned!
Promo: As all the three men lay in a heap of humanity, here comes the North Eastern champion without an introduction! The referee is calling for the bell! It’s a three way dance for BACW’s regional championship, and here we GO!
[Down the isle and shedding his title to the side, Lambart drives his thigh into Acorn’s jaw slamming the challenger into the steel with a clang! Pulling both men to their feet and rolling them under the bottom rope and back into the ring, here comes the champion with an intense look embedded into his eyes.]
Promo: Irish whip into the corner and Randy hits with a thud! Orge Lambart looks great in there don’t you think Darrel?
Besolve: [Yawn] Not really.
[Another whip by the champion looks to pin both men against the turnbuckle but Jihad reverses the hold and it’s Lambart who runs chest first into Acorn with a thud! Charging in with a head full of steam, Ali leaps into the air and both men are stunned by his flying double knee to face! Orge falls through the ropes from the impact.]
Crowd: [OH!]
Besolve: Wow, Orge just smacked his head hard on the concrete and I think he’s knocked out! If the champion can’t get up, we are going to have a title change!
Promo: Ali points to Randy who goes down to both knees shaking his head no!]
Besolve: Ali needs to give Acorn a break.
Promo: WHAT?!
Besolve: He’s saying he’s sorry!
Promo: Because Ali is going to stomp a mud hole in him!
Ali: ARUGH!
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Low blow by Acorn stops the undecided Ali dead in his tracks and connecting with a bolo upper cut from his knees, Jihad falls flat on his ass. Up to the second turnbuckle and driving his fist into the knee, Acorn shows off his technical ability but the crowd continues to get on Acorn’s case.]
Promo: Clearing the cobwebs, Ali, gets to all fours, but Acorn delivers a killer standing drop kick! The crowd continues to boo everything going on in this match, and irregardless of who’s doing it, they hate both these men! Acorn closes in, but Ali rakes the eyes.
Besolve: Ali with a kick to the stomach, and following up with a neck breaker on Acorn here comes a recovered Orge Lambart from the blind side up onto the apron.
Promo: Spring boarding into the ring, Orge unloads with a side elbow and Ali is in trouble once again! Ali rolls under the ropes and Acorn is ready to be pinned!
Besolve: Orge is trying to retain!
Referee: 1... 2… THRE…
Acorn: [Clearing his shoulder] UGH!!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Kick out by Randy Acorn and folks, Orge Lambart almost won the match before it even began. Sliding under the bottom ropes, Ali is struggling to get his head clear but here comes Lambart!
[Turning his attention to Ali, the champion pulls Jihad up by his hair and locking in a chin buster…]
Lambart: AUGH!
Crowd: OH!
Promo: Acorn saves the day with chop block to the ankles of Lambart and the champion is hurt! Rolling knee to the injured ankle applies more insult to injury to the limb of Orge and slapping Jihad in the face, listen to the racial slurs flow from the mouth of Randy Acorn!
Besolve: I can’t say I blame Randy for some of the things he’s saying, I mean, who knows if Jihad is even here legally!?
[Body slam on Jihad draws an ineffective 1… 2… 3… and looking for his finisher, Acorn rolls Jihad over sinking deep into his Newark Knife sharpshooter finisher!]
Promo: Ali cries out from the pain and is too far from the ropes! He’s going to tap! He’s going to tap!
Referee: Come on Ali, just say you quit and I’ll ring the bell!
[WHACK!]
Acorn: UGH!
Crowd: NO!
Referee: Ring the bell! Ring the bell! This one’s over! Ring the bell!
Besolve: WHAT!!!! Did Jihad submit?
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: Pounding the chair down on Acorn and Jihad, Orge Lambart is trying to beat both these men to within an inch of their lives! TWO, THREE, FOUR! The chair busts off the hinges and Lambart is now digging the jagged metal into the forehead of a now bloody Ali Jihad!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Promo: Folks, Orge Lambart has just gotten himself disqualified by hitting Randy Acorn in the back of the head with a steel chair, and into the ring comes Jihad’s body guard to drag an injured Ali from this brutal assault. Randy Acorn has been smashed in the back of the head, and is bleeding all over the logo! And, believe it or not, through all the chaos here at the Staples Center, Orge Lambart, has once again emerged from TVMA, as BACW’s Regional champion!
Besolve: Only in BACW could something like this happen. So what’s the verdict? Ali and Acorn share the win?
Promo: I’m not quite sure but security has hit the ring and they have pulled Lambart off Acorn.
Besolve: I rest my case about the booking. This is complete crap! Acorn is by far a better wrestler than both these idiots, and I think Lambart knew it, and disqualified himself on purpose!
Promo: On the outside, Ali is bleeding all over his body guard and folks, all I can say, is WOW what an opening to tonight’s TVMA show! Folks, I have been told that Mr. Batee has barricaded himself inside the production truck, and now is looking furiously for Particle Man. The owner of this company is furious over the multiple cameras that have been reported broken since going on the air tonight, and lord only knows what’s going to happen once he catches up to our caped crusader. So let’s go to the back and see if Mr. Batee, has located Particle Man.
[Scanning the TV screens in the production truck, we get a look from behind professional wrestling’s mastermind Mr. Batee. He’s frantically clicking buttons and talking to himself.]
Mr. Batee: Where is he!
[CLICK!]
Mr. Batee: Dang it!
[CLICK!] [CLICK!]
Mr. Batee: How could a man in a superhero costume and a fat bastard side kick completely disappear?!
[CLICK!] [CLICK!] [CLICK!]
Production Truck Manager: I don’t know Batee… it’s like they vanished.
[CLICK!] [CLICK!] [CLICK!] [CLICK!]
Mr. Batee: SHUT UP!!!
[CLICK!] [CLICK!] [CLICK!]
PTM: I really don’t think you should be handling the equipment like that sir… it’s very…
Mr. Batee: I said SHUT! UP! Look when you find him, don’t wait, and immediately tell security to remove him from the building! Tommy, I only having a few cameras left and since the incompetence of security can’t track down a gigantic fat man in leather, or a 98 pound midget playing superhero. Am I clear?
PTM: Crystal Mr. Batee.
Mr. Batee: [Clicking like a madman to change cameras] DANG IT!! Where is… Oh no, camera #4 just went down, that’s right outside the truck! Get him! Security!! SECURITY!!!
[Just outside the production truck, the fearless twosomes are being chased by BACW a slew of security guards. Universe Man trampled mightily across the parking lot, his feet making the ground roar with anger. But alas, the man he calls boss is nowhere to be seen as the man in leather has already outran the guards. From behind a pillar we see a familiar face peak around the corner, it is none other then Particle Man, with a mischievous grin on his face, and Lee Riel’s FTF title still in hand. Seeing the camera, he quickly and handily disposes of the picture sending the program to once again to static.]
[Reforming the feed with one of the only cameras available, we see “Krazy” Chris Ross and Kimo getting ready to enter the arena for Ross’ match with Lee Riel. Kimo is jumping all around Ross who is standing completely still with water running off his long dark hair.]
Kimo: Yeah dog that’s how we do it here in LA!
Ross: Hold up Kimo… I got a lot to say! In the past, BACW thought it was fun to make me degrade myself by acting like a complete idiot… Well, I’m not putting up with that shit no more!
[Shuffling around Ross in a circular fashion.]
Kimo: Yeah Dog! My brotha! You ain’t no crazy nut job! Yo just straight up Chris Ross Keepin it real yo.
Ross: [Pounding his fists together] Boys, let last week’s beat down of Roxanne Logan be a message to everyone in the back… The HH is in town!!!
[Jumping up and down in place.]
Kimo: Yeah Dog! HH!! Da Hawaiian Hustlers!!! Watch yo back, cuz we might just take the shirt right off it. YEEEEEEEEEEAH!
Ross: Now I got 1 last thing to address… Hey Promo! I remember you saying that I didn’t have what it took to be a BACW wrestler! Don’t deny it either! I got the god damn tape!
Kimo: Yeah dog! Give us one good reason why we shouldn’t jump yo ass when we get to the ring!
[Suddenly the lights go out in the arena.]
PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT
Ross: Heh… Consider yourself lucky Promo… Cuz the next time ya say something stupid like that… I’m going to wipe-you-out!!!
[Push It by Rick Ross starts to play and the ovaltron shows Ross hitting multiple Wipe Outs on different wrestlers followed by him flying through the air off the top of a ladder hitting Lee Riel with The Tidal Wave Splash through a table.]
Port of Miami
Importing the candy
Aint got nothign to lose
I'm just supporting my family
Never traffic for fun
Only traffic for funds
All i seen is the sruggle
Its like im trapped in this slum
[A spotlight appears on stage showing Ross dressed in a pair of baggy black jeans, a zip up hoodie with expensive watches all over it with the hood up and a silver chain with a big "K" Emblem on it. Kimo Newton stands beside him dressed in a white wife beater, a pair of baggy jeans, and a black bullet proof vest.]
Im pushing the hard
Im pushing the soft
If he pushin the white
He pushin for ross
I waited and waited
I dun ran outta patience
They hated and hated
Left em slow dancing with satin
Fresh in my white tee
Mac eleven sware to god
I bought my first block
Broke it down and tore the block apart.
[The Oval Tron shows Ross shattering a fluorescent tube over someone's head followed by Ross spearing Sarah Richards through the side of a UFC Cage. Ross and Kimo stand on stage appearing to discuss something. Ross faces the ring pulling his hood down causing a silver explosion. Ross and Kimo walk to the ring and immediately start to rummage under it. Ross slides a table into the ring a long with several items while Kimo slides a tackle box and a weed whacker in.]
Referee: Get that stuff out of here Ross! Get it out now before I disqualify you!
I push and I push
I ride and I ride
Tryna survive on 95
Put it all on the line
At the drop of a dime
I be pushin them whips
Yes, three at a time
[Ross walks into the ring walking onto the top rope folding his arms.]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is unsanctioned, and will be for the unrecognized FTF World Heavyweight championship! Entering the ring from Honolulu Hawaii, this is “Krazy” Chris Ross!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Well stepping over the top rope is Chris Ross who last month broke the neck of Roxanne Logan in his return to action. Unpredictable and…
[SLAP!]
Promo: UGH!
Darrel: WHOA! [Chuckling] Flava Fav’s body double just hit you!
[Slapping Promo across the face so hard he falls out of his chair, Kimo now taunts the Host.]
Kimo: Yeah Dog! That's what ya get fo sayin Ross didn't have what it takes to be a wrestler!
Darrel: [Motions for Kimo to take Promo’s wallet.]
Promo: [Holding his wallet in his pocket.] HEY! Get off me Kimo! What are you doing? Hey don’t touch me there!!
[Strutting back to the ring and putting on Promo’s watch, the Host gathers his thoughts not aware of the theft.]
Darrel: Want to comment on that?
Promo: Very funny! VERY funny!
Darrel: [Laughing] At least he didn’t ask you to squeal like a pig.
[The lights fade to black and the fans rise to their feet. A single red spotlight paints the curtain and at that moment it is clear who is about to hit the stage.]
Crowd: Let's Go Lee Riel (Clap... Clap... Clap, Clap, Clap) Let's Go Lee Riel (Clap... Clap... Clap, Clap, Clap) Let's Go Lee Riel (Clap... Clap... Clap, Clap, Clap)
["More Human, Than Human" by White Zombie blares through the PA system.]
Crowd: YEAH!
[Smoke billows out from beneath the curtain as we go to the ring for introductions.]
Stuffher: About to come down the aisle, from TORONTO, ONTARIO: CANADA! He weighed in tonight at a slim, trim, jacked, stacked and ripped 252 lbs. of pure entertainment. he is known by many names. The Martyr of Magnificence, The Canadian WrestleGOD and more often then not CHAMPION. He is the reigning and defending Unrecognized, Unofficial, Self Proclaimed, Undefeated, Undisputed Fuck the Fed Heavyweight Champion of the WORLD! There is only one... "Absoluuute" Lee... Riel!
[The curtain bursts open and stepping out through the smoke and into the bright crimson light is none other than Lee Riel. Cloaked in his black hooded jumpsuit with his head down, he walks with purpose to the ring, slapping the hands of his fans in attendance. Noticeable by its absence is the FTF World Title that Particle Man has been using to terrorize the cameras all night long.]
Crowd: Let's Go Lee Riel (Clap... Clap... Clap, Clap, Clap) Let's Go Lee Riel (Clap... Clap... Clap, Clap, Clap) Let's Go Lee Riel (Clap... Clap... Clap, Clap, Clap)
[Lee's last few steps to the ring are quicker and longer as he takes three long strides then jumps up onto the ring apron. Tugging back on the top rope he propels himself into the ring with a somersault as streamers shoot out from the corner posts and into the ring, covering him in multi-colour stripes. He bows to the crowd on one knee flipping back his hood to reveal a huge grin; he quickly climbs the turnbuckles in succession as the ring crew clears the ring of his streamers.]
Promo: [Rubbing his reddened face.] Down from the turnbuckle and facing his opponent, the referee calls for the bell, and here we GO!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Promo: Collar tie in the center of the ring and using his massive size, Ross forces the smaller Riel into the corner. Hard Ba-Ba chops rock the bare chest of the champion and reaching back into right field, Ross misses with a wild haymaker!
[Spinning into a 360, Riel connects with a beautiful round house kick and with Ross stunned in the corner, Lee Riel signals for a bulldog.]
Darrel: Out of the corner and…
Ross: ARGHHH!
Crowd: OH!
Riel: UGH!
Darrel: Nice move! Chris Ross just countered the bulldog with a powerful Samoan drop and Lee Riel may have had the wind knock from his sails!
[Off the canvas comes the champion and back down onto the logo goes Riel courtesy of a Chris Ross side Hawaiian leg sweep. Getting to their feet, the crowd instantaneously starts the chants in hopes of taking Ross of his game.]
Crowd: Where’s your belt! Where’s your belt! Where’s your belt!
Kimo: Be quiet! Yo! Shut yo mouths up!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Ross: [Making a sloppy cover.] Count him ref!
Referee: One! Two!
Riel: [Rolling to his side.] NO!
Promo: Only a two count and I assume from the sloppy cover that Chris Ross was merely testing the amount of damage done to Riel.
Darrel: Damage? The match just started!
[Cranking Lee up into a Samoan neck breaker, Riel changes direction and rotating around Ross, he hooks up with spinning DDT! Riel panders to the crowd and delivering a gut buster, the champion looks to end the match with the…]
Referee: One… two… Thre…
Darrel: Ross practically throws Riel off his body and look at the concerned expression on the face of the FTF champion; he’s worried Promo.
Promo: Chris Ross is a man with freakish strength but there has always been a question as to his intelligence inside the ring. Often distracted and sometimes taking risks he doesn’t need to take, Ross wants to be very cautious at this point in the match.
[Riel brings Ross to his feet by the hair and pointing to the turnbuckle, the champion has his Irish whip reversed. Lee hits the corner with a thud and barreling in behind him; the challenger crushes the champion with his patented Tsunami splash!]
Promo: Riel stumbles from the corner and Ross sends him into the ropes. Off the nylon and back across the logo, OH! Big Boot by Ross and Lee Riel is hurt badly.
Darrel: Where’s Ross going?
Promo: Darrel it appears he’s going to the outside and… good God no!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Clang! Clang!
Promo: Chris Ross has tossed in two steel chairs and he’s also bringing back into the ring, a huge sheet of plate glass!
Darrel: Over the top rope with one step and setting up the chairs, Ross is telling the fans in the Staple Center that he’s going to wipe out Lee Riel through the glass! Ross places the plate glass over the chairs forming a bridge and pulling Riel from the canvas…
Crowd: [YEAH!!!]
Promo: What the hell? What’s he doing out here?
Particle Man: [Pointing at Ross’s boot] Good citizen, your shoe is untied.
Ross: HUH?
Darrel: Lee Riel has fought his way out of Wipe Out position thanks to the distraction of Particle Man and look at these two superstars go at it!
[Particle Man rolls into the ring as Riel and Ross continue to club away at each other. Riel staggers Ross with a punch to the face and he does see Particle Man is behind him! Ross spins in Particle Man’s direction and OH! He is met with the FTF title belt to the face!]
Ross: [Not phased] NO!
Particle Man: Holy Mount Rushmore!
Promo: Ross wasn’t even affected!
Darrel: At this point, Particle Man is an 89 pound man that needs to run… REALLY fast!
Promo: Well it won’t be long before either Ross breaks him in half or security escorts him from the arena!
Referee: Get out the ring! Get out!
[Particle Man scoots through the legs of Ross and comes out the other side as the referee now gives chase. Ross is completely confused and looking up from between his legs, Riel tosses him the FTF title!]
Promo: Kimo has a chair!
Darrel: The referee grabs the chair stopping Kimo dead in his tracks!
Promo: Vancanadator into the FTF title and falling backwards….
CRASH!!!!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
[Ross falls through the plate glass bridge and the crowd goes completely crazy!]
Crowd: You’re hardcore! You’re hardcore! You’re hardcore!
Promo: Lee Riel scales the top turnbuckle looking for his finisher, on the outside Kimo gives chase to Particle Man who gets caught between him and the late arriving security. Particle Man leaps the railing fleeing into the crowd, in an attempt to seek refuge from his pursuers.]
Promo: Here he comes!
Promo: HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT!
Darrel: This is so wrong!
[Riel cinches the leg and turning around, the referee makes the count no longer distracted by Particle Man’s present at ringside.]
One…
Two…
Three!
Crowd: YEAH!
Promo: Lee Riel has defended his FTF title but the real story is what’s going on with this nutcase Particle Man.
Darrel: I think the word defended is being used a bit too loosely around here tonight for my tastes.
[With a relieved look on his face, Lee Riel climbs the turnbuckle raising his title into the air.]
Stuffher: Ladies and Gentleman the winner and STILL FTF World Heavyweight Champion… There is only one… "Absolute" Lee Riel!
Promo: Like it or not, Lee Riel is walking out of California with the gold and before we go into the back where Todd Knight is about to be locked inside his dressing room while Sam Natas takes on Alec Ace in our next match. Let’s talk about Chris Ross, whose back has been sliced open by that fall through the plate glass just moments ago… Folks he has already gotten up, without help, and is screaming for Particle Man to get back into the ring. So while security attempts to coax Krazy Chris Ross out of the ring, let’s go to the back where Todd Knight is demanding some air time.
[With the camera still on the announcer’s.]
Darrel: We aren’t in break or anywhere near Todd Knight are we?
Promo: Apparently, word from the back is that Particle Man has destroyed yet another camera so we have no choice but to go to the ring for our next bout.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next bout has been change from a first blood match to one fall but will hold no time limit! About to come down the isle from Tampa Bay, Florida and weighing 246 pounds, he only wants to be known as “Superstar” Alec Ace!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack
BOOM!
[Parting the curtains with the final explosion, Ace steps into the Staples Center to a tremendous roar from the crowd. Dubbed as BACW’s next big thing, Alec continues to glisten in the gold spotlight after winning his first match in BACW last month. Wearing his typical gold boots with sparkling gold tights, Ace heads down the ramp while his music comes to a fade.]
Promo: Alec Ace appears to be one of those guys whose dedication to his craft is unmatched in your average promotion. But what Alec is finding out in BACW is that most have his dedication and it’s going to take a lot more than just a few wins to climb this property ladder.
Besolve: I like the guy Promo, I really do. Dressed in gold, he comes to the ring in shape, and from what I saw last week on TVMA, he can definitely wrestle. The Superstar Crunch is one of the most unforgiving moves in the business, besides my Light of Judgment, and mark my words, if Ace hits Natas with that finisher, it’s going to be all she wrote!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
[Murder Dolls blast throughout the arena!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: Charging down the isle and diving into the ring with water dipping from his massive mane, Natas tackles Ace into the corner and begins kicking the God holy hell of the “Superstar”!
Darrel: Sam is like a wild beast in there!
[Stomps kicks and punches don’t let up as Alec Ace tries to cover up the beat down in vein. Lowering his knees into chest of Ace, Sam wraps his hands around Alec’s throat in an attempt to choke the life out of him.]
Promo: Off the canvas by his hair comes Ace and throwing him into the ropes, here comes Alec on the rebound.
Darrel: Over the logo and into a vicious double axe handle to the chest and my God, I bet Alec Ace never took a beating like this in his life.
Promo: Sam Natas is an absolute beast in the ring, and when the bell sounds, he’s like Pavlov’s Dog salivating at the mouth!
[Tossing the dazzled Ace back into the ropes, Sam continues to abuse the Superstar with a 180 slam and hooking the leg for the 1… 2… 3…]
Ace: UGH!
Promo: The referee holds two fingers up and folks, this one’s going to continue. Natas seems to be signaling for his finisher and he might as well since Alec Ace has offered not even a single shred of offensive since the opening bell.
[Wobbly, Ace comes off the ropes for a second time and rolling under the boot, he bounces off the opposite ropes.]
Darrel: Natas is too close!
Promo: Ace with a desperation thrust forearm and Sam staggers back a few steps. Alec digs deep and charging forward, OH! Spinning back fist sends Sam to his back. Counting the lights, this one could be over!
Referee: NO! Kick out! Only two, continue the match.
Darrel: Ace might not know where he is right now, but he’s running on instinct!
Promo: Body slam by Alec onto the logo causes Sam to arch his back from the impact and rotating him to his feet; it’s an old school suplex that’s countered by a Sam Natas scoop slam!
Darrel: Ace is just too hurt to make any kind off offense work.
[Immediately dropping a leg across the throat, Sam tries to call it 1… 2… THREE night but Ace rolls through the cover and the referee signals for the bout to continue.]
Promo: It’s just a matter of time until Alec Ace runs out of lives and the fat lady begins to sing.
Darrel: I agree Promo, and here comes a Sam Natas choke slam!
Sam Natas: UGH!
THUMP!
Crowd: WHOA!
Referee: 1… 2… 3…!!!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Promo: Oh my Lord I don’t believe it! Alec Ace hit the Superstar Crunch before Natas had a chance to bring him down in the choke slam, and I don’t believe I’m saying this but, Alec Ace has stolen a win from one of BACW’s old school veterans.
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the bout by pin fall and STILL undefeated in BACW, “Superstar” Alec Ace!
Promo: Rolling from the ring is an exhausted Alec Ace and my God, Sam Natas is up and Ace doesn’t know it! Sneaking around the stairs with his sledge hammer now in hand, Ace hears the foot steps and turning….
Ace: GUH!
Crowd: DAMN!
Darrel: Sledge hammer to the face and Alec Ace has been knocked out cold.
[Spitting on Alec before exiting back up the ramp, a furious Sam Natas stomps into the back now banned from the building.]
Promo: As the medical team tends to Alec Ace, let’s go into the back where BACW Security is about to release Todd Knight from his dressing room.
[BOOM!]
[The door to Knight’s dressing room is slammed open the instant it’s unlocked and storming passed the cameras, the Knightmare only has this to say.]
Todd Knight: Get out of my way all you parasites and leeches! Where’s the camera?
[Stomping over to the cameraman who’s heavily guards by BACW security personnel, Knight peers into the lens with steel blue eyes.]
Todd Knight: McClain, before I get into the ring, I’m going to apologize to your family for what I’m about to do. See McClain, BACW is my extreme playground! My BACW! It’s time to get out of the sandbox Matt, because there’s a new bully in town! Now cripple this!
[Crotch chop by Knight sends the feed back to the ringside announcer’s.]
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match will be held under knock out rules, with the loser being the person who cannot respond to the 10 count. Coming down the isle, from Houston, Texas… This is BACW’s number one contender… the “Crippler” Matt McClain!
Promo: Rolling into the ring is the heir apparent to BACW’s throne that held by The Spectre.
Besolve: No one can break the breaking point, and trust me, many have tried. McClain has made a living off this move and there is no way someone as small as Todd Knight has a chance in hell of breaking it should it be applied.
Promo: Strong comments.
Besolve: Promo, I respect Todd Knight’s ability in the ring great deal, but with so much on the line, there’s no way a veteran like McClain drops the ball on this one. Matt McClain is going to The Grinder to face Spectre and if pressed for a prediction, 2007 is going to be the year of the crippler.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Addicted to bleeding these block.
Addicted to serving that dope.
Addicted to the life I lead in weed I Smoke
Addicted to the drama
Addicted to the pain
Addicted to the violence
Addicted to the pain
Promo: As Todd Knight’s “Addicted” plays throughout the arena, and we wait for him to make his way to the ring, let’s show some earlier footage of what Spectre had to say about possibly facing Matt McClain at Grinder IX.
[Roll pre-recorded tape]
Candice Hoffman: Hello, fanboys and fangirls. I’m your sexy on the scene reporter, Candice Hoffman, and standing next to me is none other than the BACW Undisputed Champion himself, The Spectre, along with his longtime friend and new manager, Devon Lynch. First off, Devon, what exactly brought you here to BACW?
[Devon Lynch steps forward, wearing his flannel green and black sleeveless shirt, cut-off jeans made into shorts, knee brace on his left leg, and carrying his "Texas Highway 852" sign and pole over his shoulder. Spectre is standing next to Devon, sans the BACW Undisputed Title, and with an especially wild look in his eyes. He is gritting his teeth, and infuriated enough that his face has turned red, and his body is shaking. Spectre repeatedly pounds his left fist into his right hand.]
Devon: Candice, the reason for that is simple. My friend, Spec, here, was needing a real wake-up call when it comes to being the BACW Undisputed Champion. For over a year he fought to claim the top title in BACW. And once he finally had it in his possession, he seemed to sit back on his laurels and not do too much. He seemed to think that once he had that title, that his mission was accomplished. I had to remind him that his journey had only just begun.
You see, Candice, Spec had become lax, and for that, he allowed that son-of-a-bitch Matt McClain to steal his title, and not do a damn thing about it! That isn’t the Spectre I knew. Something was definitely up with Spec, so I had to find out. Once I did, I had to let him know the REAL reason why he was in this business, and that not only was he dangerous when he was in search of a title, he was even more dangerous once someone was trying to take or HAD taken his title.
[Devon looks into the camera.]
Devon: Matt McClain! You thieving son-of-a-bitch! Why did you steal Spec’s title? IS it because you know in your heart you will NEVER actually WIN that title? Did you decide to surprise your family by showing your wife, your little girl, and baby boy, what it would be like if daddy really WAS Champion?
Listen up, MATT! First off, you’re lucky to have a family! You’re lucky you haven’t had to hold your son or your daughter’s bloodied bodies in your hands and watch them take their last breath. You’ve never had to watch helplessly as they die in your arms! You’ve never had to bury your kids! I’ve done ALL of that, MATT! So, to think you’ve been mistreated or been given the short end of the stick because of your LACK of success in winning the Undisputed Championship, is a bunch of bullshit! Think long and hard of what ALL you really have! And think hard what it will be like when you lose it after Spectre KILLS you in the ring next time!
Now that the Sadistic Nut truly knows you have HIS title, you can expect him to TAKE BACK his title, even if he has to break either your damn arms or every bone in your freaking body! And being from Texas, Matt, you should know, that stealing a man’s property is an offense punishable by death in our parts. It’s the ultimate in contempt and disrespect! So from this point forward, expect Spectre to show the same amount of contempt and disrespect to YOU! Isn’t that right, Spec?
[Devon turns to Spectre, and Candice puts the mic in front of Spectre. The camera closes in on Spectre’s face, which is still shaking in and red in anger.]
Spectre: Matt! Your actions have finally woken a sleeping giant! A sleeping giant that is PISSED! You have stolen that which is mine… and I want it back! You have used your weapon known as the Breaking Point for months, to inflict pain on everyone here in BACW…INCLUDING ME! It’s time for the expression "whatever comes around, goes around" to be fulfilled TENFOLD upon you! I am the BACW Undisputed Champion, and it’s time I started acting like it! I’m coming for MY title that you literally STOLE, Matt! One way or another I WILL get it back!
Hehehehehehe… The Grinder is only a month away! So perhaps I should get a jump start on things and show EVERYONE on the roster just what the hell I am capable of doing, and just much of a cold, heartless, sadistic purple haired freak I can BE!
[Spectre walks away with Devon nodding and smiling in agreement before walking away himself.]
[End pre-recorded Tape]
Promo: Wow, those were some strong words from Spectre but McClain can’t it affect him tonight. Folks, while we were out, Mr. Batee has just added this special stipulation to the match. High above the ring, Batee has hung a contract that states, the holder of the contract, will get to face Spectre for the heavyweight title at Grinder IX!
Darrel: Wow! It’s definitely put up for shut up time for McClain.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Stuffher: And entering the ring, he hails from Austin Texas, and is one half of BACW’s World Tag Team Championships! Todd “Knightmare” Knight!
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Both men have come into the center of the ring, and look at the stare down that’s commencing between these two BACW superstars.
Besolve: You can cut the tension with a knife!
[McClain makes the first move, locking Knight into a collar and arm tie up. Todd manages to slip McClain into a headlock, but McClain counters by lifting Knight up in position for a back suplex. Knight manages to slip free, sliding around and locking McClain up from behind. McClain throws a vicious elbow looking at Todd’s head, but Knight manages to duck it, the momentum spinning McClain all the way around on his own. Knight locks his arms around McClain’s waist, looking for a belly-to-belly suplex, but McClain wraps a leg around one of Todd’s, blocking the move. McClain manages to wrap an arm around Knight’s head, transitioning into a headlock. Todd slips free, steps back, and the two men size each other up as the crowd cheers the unusual exhibition of chain wrestling, rarely seen in BACW.]
Besolve: You know, Promo, there may have been more counters in that one sequence than I have seen in the two shows I’ve been forced to announce.
Promo: Well I’m glad you finally approve of something we are doing.
[Knight charges McClain, who ducks a wild clothesline. Todd hits the ropes, comes charging back, and now it’s his turn to duck a McClain clothesline! Todd hits the ropes again, but McClain drops to his belly forcing Todd to hop over him. Knight off the ropes once more and McClain is waiting, grabbing Todd for an arm drag! Wait… Todd fights it off, whipping McClain into the ropes. McClain comes back, and Knight catches him with a HIGH back body drop… but McClain manages to spin and land on his feet! He charges grabbing Knight for a release German suplex, but it’s Todd’s turn to play gymnast, managing to spin over and land on his feet!]
Promo: I feel like I’m watching the Olympics. Where’s my scorecard?
Besolve: I agree, Promo! The two men are once again staring at each other, and they both seem surprised by the way things are going.
[McClain makes the first move again, grabbing Knight’s wrist and executing a standing arm lock. Knight grimaces, slaps his shoulder, and spins the move, reversing the hold. Knight steps from behind McClain, wrenching the arm in a circle and jumping pulling on the tendons. McClain lets the pain flow, and then uses his strength to pull Knight towards him, looking for a short arm clothesline. Knight ducks the clothesline, grabbing McClain from behind in a sleeper. McClain reaches behind him, takes hold of the back of Knight’s head, and drops to one knee. He pulls Knight over with a snap mare, rolling it right into a sleeper. Todd forces his way to his feet, dragging McClain with him, and grabs the ropes, forcing the referee to break the hold.]
Promo: Wow! That was amazing, Darrel!
Besolve: It is. The two of them are pulling out all the stops. They’re circling again, and it’s Knight who makes the first move, diving for McClain’s waist, slipping behind and knocking McClain’s legs out from under him. McClain goes down, and Knight locks on a chicken wing. McClain rolls over, putting Knight between him and the mat, and arches his back as he rises up, forcing Knight to break the hold. McClain turns around and looks to drop his knee on Knight’s chest, but Todd slides out of the way. Knightmare rises to his feet as the crowd cheers yet another amazing chain wrestling display.
Promo: I don’t know what I’m seeing, Darrel. There hasn’t been a chair shot or table broken yet!
Besolve: This might actually be a technical match, Promo. They’re circling again; I can’t wait to see what’s next!
[McClain takes the initiative, throwing a hard right hook towards Knight’s jaw. Knight manages to slip the hook and pepper McClain with a trio of jabs, two lefts and a right. McClain smiles, knowing he has Knight beat when it comes to boxing. McClain takes a boxers stance and fires off a thunderous pair of straights, both of which connect with Knight’s face. Todd grunts and fires an uppercut at McClain, who deftly steps aside and brings a heavy hook against Knight’s face. In homage to Tyson, McClain unleashes a left jab to the body, right hook to the face, and left straight to the face, the hook and straight combining to bloody Knight’s nose and lips. Knightmare fires off with a barrage of haymakers, all of which McClain swats away, let’s fly harmlessly past him, or allows to glance off his shoulders. Stepping in, McClain drives two lightning fast overhand rights into Knight’s face, catching his nose and his right eye. McClain steps to the left as he fires a dramatic right hook into Knightmare’s jaw, and Todd is knocked down.]
Referee: One… two… THRRRRRRRREE… NO kick out by Knight!
Promo: McClain is posing for the crowd, and they’re throwing garbage at him!
Besolve: It’s not hard to believe someone this arrogant has never been the most popular man in BACW.
Promo: He’s up, and he’s got McClain by the waist!
[Up, and down with a German suplex! Spinning his hips, Knight is right back to his feet and it’s another German! And another! And a fourth! McClain might have taken Knight to school with his fists, but Todd is tossing McClain around now! Knightmare back to his feet, dragging McClain with him and it’s a high release German! McClain just landed on his head, crumpling around it, and he’s got to be dazed! Knightmare claps twice, trying to get the crowd louder, and it works!]
Promo: Are they cheering for Knight?
Besolve: The fans are like dumb dogs.
[Lifting McClain up, Knight jams his head between his legs, and it’s a pile driver! McClain’s neck has to be in pain after the repeated German suplexes and that vicious pile driver! Knight is leaving the ring, and he’s coming back with the ladder!]
[McClain is lying on the mat as Knight sets up the ladder, positioning it just under the contract. He climbs the first four steps before McClain pistons one foot out and upsets the ladder, spilling Knight to the mat. McClain climbs to his knees, points to his head, and rises. He lifts the ladder and swings it like a sledgehammer into Knight’s ribs. Again and again McClain batters Todd. Smiling sadistically, McClain brings the ladder down, opens it up, and drags Todd into the middle of it, putting his ribs dead center. Matt slides out of the ring and pulls the ladder’s end towards him. Pulling the two ends together, McClain uses the leverage to lift Knight up off the mat, the ladder being used like a pair of pliers to squeeze the life from Knightmare.]
Promo: This started as a technical marvel, and it’s degenerating into a true brawl! I’ve never seen anyone use a ladder quite like this! Knight is being squeezed like fresh lemonade, and I don’t know how long his ribs can take it!
Besolve: He’s suffered some damage… the blood flowing from his mouth might be from split lips… but I doubt it.
Promo: Knight is a bloody mess! His nose might be broken, his lips are bleeding heavily, and his ribs are almost certainly bruised, at least!
[McClain has finally had enough and he puts the ladder down again. Slipping under the ring, McClain comes out with a steel chair! I thought he was supposed to be such a proper wrestler, Tony?
Besolve: You don’t spend years in BACW and not pick up a few garbage things, Promo.
[McClain re-enters the ring, chair in hand. Knight has managed to escape the ladder, but has not quite gotten to his feet, still holding his ribs and kneeling. McClain steps up and swings the chair against Knight’s head, the THUD is almost sickening. Knight collapses like a sack of meat as McClain drops the chair on to him. Matt sets up the ladder and begins to climb.]
Promo: After an auspicious beginning, it looks like this match will end in a one-sided blood bath. Knight’s forehead has joined the rest of his face in shedding bloody tears, and now McClain is just three steps from that belt. Knight is on his knees, but I don’t know if he can get up fast enough. McClain is on the top rung, and he could… what’s he doing?
Besolve: He’s waving to the crowd! He could be winning, but he’s posturing!
Promo: Knight is on his feet, and he’s scurrying up the ladder, but I don’t think McClain can see him! Knight to the top and down goes McClain, courtesy of a shove from Todd! McClain hits the canvas face first, and Christ only knows what his condition is now! Knight looks to the contract, and it’s all his! But wait… he’s looking to the crowd! He points to the contract and hears…
Crowd: [BOO!]
Besolve: He points to the prone McClain …
Crowd: JUMP! JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!
[Crossing himself, Knight leaps forward, executing a perfect rolling Knight-time finisher across McClain’s back.]
Besolve: Knight landed on his knee, and is howling in pain on the mat next to McClain who’s in an equal amount of pain.
Promo: I wish I could say I’ve never seen anything like this, but it’s almost standard operating procedure! Both men are laid out, and there’s a ton of blood, and… well, it just feels like home!
Besolve: Both men are awake, and in severe pain, but this match has to continue until someone retrieves the contract!
Promo: Nothing will stop it! Knight reaches his feet first, holding his ribs in pain. He stomps down on the back of McClain’s head, again, and again! Knight pulls McClain to his feet, screaming at the pain ripping through his ribs. He tucks McClain’s head under his arm, kicks over the ladder, and points to it… he couldn’t.
Besolve: He wouldn’t.
Promo: No, not a Suplex on to the ladder… it’s inhumane. McClain is up, and he’s slipped over! Matt spins Knight, hooks his head, and it might be a brain buster! McClain is trying to lift Knight, but Todd’s fighting him off… McClain slams his fist into Knight’s ribs, and Todd is up… but McClain can’t hold! He drops Knight to the mat at an awkward angle, but fortunately Todd missed the ladder!
Besolve: These two just won’t stop reversing moves… which makes sense, I guess.
[Knight pops to his feet, still clutching his ribs. McClain is looking to the crowd, posing, assuming Knight has been injured in the fall. Todd sees the chair, picks it up, and taps it on the mat... again, and again. The crowd begins to clap in a rhythmic manner, while McClain looks puzzled. Turning around, McClain is caught right across the face by a baseball bat swing of the chair from Knight. McClain falls back against the ropes, and Knight smacks him again, again, and again.]
Promo: McClain is stuck in the ropes, but he appears to be out cold! Knight is still swinging away, just flattening McClain’ bloodied face with the chair! Stepping back and getting a running start, Knight comes flying in to finish McClain off!
Besolve: NO! McClain slumped, and Knight has gone flying over the top rope! The momentum of his swing has carried him to the concrete floor, and he’s down! McClain is out in the ring, but Knight is motionless on the outside.
Promo: I don’t know how this match will ever end… how will one of these men manage to climb the ladder?
Besolve: I don’t know, Promo, but Knight is stirring.
Promo: So is McClain, but it’s in his pants.
Besolve: That’s disgusting.
Promo: I mean he’s looking for something… what could it be?
Besolve: A fork! McClain is in the fetal position, blood covering his handsome face, and he’s got a fork tucked against his body!
[Knight manages to pull himself into the ring, his ribs swollen and bruised now. He grabs a handful of McClain’s hair, pulling him to his feet. Knight hooks the head, looking for a Suplex, but McClain unleashes fork to Knight’s forehead. Again, and again, and Todd has let go of McClain. Matt steps up and stabs Knight between the eyes with the fork, following Knight as he collapses, throwing punch after punch into the Knightmare’s bloodied and bruised face. Knight is making a vague effort to fight back, but McClain is like a man possessed. Matt finally stands and starts to walk away from Knight, only to receive a quick kick to the crotch, dropping Matt to his knees.]
Promo: This is getting ridiculous. These two young studs are bleeding, bruised, and trying to kill each other! Is there anything they won’t do? I mean, for God sake’s, Knight’s face looks only slightly better than three pounds of hamburger, and he’s the attractive one in the match now!
Besolve: Kngiht has rolled to his stomach, but McClain is on his feet. Matt has set the ladder up, and he’s climbing, but its slow work. Knight is crawling up the ropes, trying to reach his feet as the crowd continues to cheer.
Crowd: [POP!]
[McClain is halfway up the ladder when Knight reaches his feet. Todd climbs the ladder behind McClain, wrapping both arms around his waist. Rather than pulling him down, though, Knight pushes the ladder up. When his feet are on the top rung, McClain is level with the contract. Matt makes a desperate grab for the scroll, but Knight arches back and unleashes the world’s biggest German suplex of his career.]
BOOOM!
Crowd: WHOA! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
[McClain plummet’s to the mat, landing with a simply disgusting thud, bouncing twice and coming to rest against the ropes. The ladder is swaying as we see that Knight somehow managed to hook the ladder with his legs. Todd is fighting desperately to regain balance, and manages to do so just before the ladder goes over. Todd, screaming in absolute agony, extradites himself from the ladder and begins to climb. On the top rung, he reaches up and grabs the contract, pulling it down.]
Promo: The match is over! “The Knightmare” Todd Knight has proven that the Era of Extreme Violence is not over! He’s holding the contract, and he’s looking at the crowd…
Suffher: You’re winner of the bout, and NEW number one contender and going to the Grinder to face either Particle Man or Spectre… Todd Knight!
[From the speakers an odd voice suddenly says… In... your… dreams…]
Besolve: What the hell?
Promo: I don’t like the sound of that… Hey Spectre has entered the ring and he’s tipping the ladder!
Besolve: He’s coming our way! Move Promo…. MOVE!!!
Promo: Jesus chriiisst!
CRAAAAACKK!!!!! CRAAASH! THUD! SNAP!
Crowd: [YEAH!] You’re hardcore! You’re hardcore! You’re hardcore!
Promo: Spectre has just pushed Todd Knight off the ladder and smashing through our announcer’s table, Todd Knight is out cold! Inside the ring still not moving is Matt McClain and my God, why is Spectre putting McClain’s already broken arm inside the folds of that barbwire steel chair?
Besolve: Spectre has already torn the cast off McClain’s arm with an exact-o knife and perhaps McClain has finally pushed the heavyweight champion over the point of no return. Spectre is climbing the 15 foot ladder and Promo, McClain better wake up!
Promo: Now at the top of the ladder, Spectre looks at the crowd, and then down at McClain… Oh my God…. He’s going to jump!!!
Besolve: LOOK OUT BELOW!
Spectre: AAAAAHHHH!
[Flipping forward from the top rung, Spectre unleashes a fifteen foot senton bomb on the prone and lifeless arm of McClain snapping in two without breaking the skin. McClain is awoken from the pain and screams in pure agony as he quickly passes out from the throb. The impact forces vomit to spurt from McClain mouth and looking over Matt’s busted up body, the paramedics arrive to untangle the mess.]
Spectre: HEE HEH HEE HEH HEH HEHH HEEH [Then to a serious face.]
Promo: What a match and what an ending! Todd Knight is down, Matt McClain has without a doubt broken his arm courtesy of Spectre, and believe it or not, we still have another match to go.
Besolve: Is this paper right?
Promo: I believe it is… Fans BACW security has finally caught up with Particle Man and they apparently have told Spectre just before he came to the ring that his match was canceled! Maybe that’s why he was so angry?
Besolve: Looks to me like Particle Man isn’t as stupid as we all think he is. Promo, the guy got his ass handed to him last month by this lunatic Spectre and didn’t want to take another beating. So he broke some camera, pissed off the boss, and now he’s going home no worse for the wear.
Promo: Well this paper is official, our main event is scheduled but Particle Man has been taken away from the arena by what I’m sure he’ll refer to as evil henchmen when it’s all said and done. I don’t know what we’re gon…
[Cutting promo off as is the norm it seems, as "More Human, Than Human" by White Zombie blares through the PA.A single red spotlights beams from the heavens and paints the curtain crimson as the fans begin to clap and chant in unison.]
Crowd: Let’s Go Lee Riel! (Clap…Clap…Clap, Clap, Clap) Let’s Go Lee Riel! (Clap…Clap…Clap, Clap, Clap) Let’s Go Lee Riel! (Clap…Clap…Clap, Clap, Clap)
[As the voices echo through the arena and the crowd reaches fervor, the curtain bursts open, tossed to either side of the men who enters through it. None other than the Canadian WrestleGOD... Lee Riel. His title belt slung over his right shoulder, his hair disheveled from his earlier match. He walks to the ring with a purpose and a huge smile on his face. Dressed in his street clothes the immensely satisfied champion slides into the ring under the bottom rope.]
Prom: I don’t know what the hell he has to say but he’s calling for a mic so we’re about to find out.
Crowd: Let’s Go Lee Riel! (Clap…Clap…Clap, Clap, Clap) Let’s Go Lee Riel! (Clap…Clap…Clap, Clap, Clap) Let’s Go Lee Riel! (Clap…Clap…Clap, Clap, Clap)
[Lee looks out over the crowd, shit eating grin on his face, Oakley Romeos firmly in place.]
Riel: So it seems as if the party pooper police force has gone and ruined the show.
Crowd: BOO!
Riel: Batee has gone and ruined all the fun, ruined the main event and ruined the evening for all of you all because he’s against Particle Man ridding the world of the evil spirit stealing cameras.
Crowd: ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!
Riel: I know, right? What an asshole, what a piece of shit, sending a super hero to jail, what kind of man puts a super hero in a jail cell? Batee you’ve just gone too far. You and I both know that it is me that you have the problem with and that it is me who was behind all this, so why the hell did you send Particle Man to lock up? Is it because you know you can’t get to me? Is it because you know that no matter what you try to do to me, you will fail miserably?
Riel: Let’s face it, you’ve sent your minions after me, you’ve pulled out all the tricks in the book and they haven’t worked. You brought in Darrel Besolve to take me out. But let me cast the light of judgment on that little situation, the bitch dropped me on my head and when I got back up he ran away like a scared little bitch, tucking his tail between his legs and going back to Edmore, Michigan. You set me up to take a fall putting Sam Natas as the referee as I faced Todd Knight, they beat me down, they made me bleed, I’m standing here tonight and they’re nowhere to be seen because when it’s straight up, man to man, face to face they don’t have the guts either.
[The ire of the FTF champ is rising by the minute as his face reddens.]
Riel: You’ve stolen titles from me, stolen opportunities from me, turned my friends against me and hurt them as well. You had Chris Ross break Roxanne’s neck and tonight you sent him out here to break mine but he didn’t get the job done, they never get the job done because the job you’re asking them all to do is a job that cannot be completed. It’s like asking a dog to become a cat. You’re asking these men to take out Lee Riel, to break Lee Riel, to stop Lee Riel… but Lee Riel can’t be taken out, he can’t be broken and he can’t be stopped. I can be beaten down and bloodied, I can be battered and bruised, I do HURT, I do FEEL and I do LOSE but you stupid son of a bitch, open your eyes, Matt McClain tried to break me for 6 months and couldn’t, Ric Righteous tried to take me out for most of his career and I’m still standing, this roster has tried to stop me from rising to the top over and over again but I keep on rising. You’re beating a dead horse, you’re backing the wrong pony… you fucked up Batee and now you’re screwed, you set yourself as my opposition and just as in the ring that means you’ve set yourself up to lose because winning is what I do because I’m Lee Riel… ‘Nuff…
[Interrupting]
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 as Lee Riel stands waiting in the ring.]
Promo: Well it seems as if The Spectre is a little ticked off that Lee Riel’s chicanery has cost him the chance to wrestle here tonight and he’s on his way BACK to the ring to confront him about it. Maybe these two will tangle in the ring; I know that’s a match I’d love to see.
[The Spectre enters the ring his Hyena lunging towards Lee who stares down the cackling beast.]
Riel: What the fuck do you want Grimace? What business do you have out here?
Spectre: Well… you see Lee I am in a fighting mood and it seems that your actions have caused my match to be cancelled so I’m a little bit ticked off. So I came out here and worked on my anger management with McClain and Knight. Since I’m still not right in the head, I figured we could talk?
Riel: You’re in a fighting mood aye? (Smile) Well then how about I help you out with that then. You think you’re the "undisputed" champion and I know I am, so why don’t we settle this issue once and for all right now.
Crowd: [POP!]
Spectre: You think you can beat me… hehehehehe… in your dreams!
Promo: Both men drop the microphones to their right; they both drop their titles to their left. They look to each side of them out to the fans who are standing on their feet. And then simultaneously they connect with right hands to each other.
Besolve: I don’t think this is a sanctioned match but that’s not stopping these two men from pummeling each other over the blood stained logo!
Promo: The two men are standing toe to toe… What happened to the lights?!
Besolve: Don’t you dare touch me Promo!
[Cue the lights and when the ring is illuminated, the entire Staples Center gives the biggest pop of 2007!]
Crowd: [YEAH!] Welcome back!
Promo: Oh my God! He's back! Spectre doesn't see him and as the purple haired freak turns to see what the cheers represent, OH! T3! Termination! T3! T3! My God alll mighty, T3!!!! David Vance is back in BACW and look at the smile on Lee Riel's face! Riel and Vance were partners two years ago and it ended on a sour note, but apparently Riel has made a call to his friend asking that he watch his back during Grinder!
Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!
Besolve: [On his cell phone and screaming at his agent] Call Batee and tell him I want to discuss that contract offer he made me! I don't care what I told him two weeks ago! David Vance is back in BACW! Look, do it! I don't care what it costs me! Get a hold of Batee!
Promo: Riel is extending his hand to Vance and if this means what I think it means, then the most dominant tag team in wrestling will be reformed one month before Grinder! The crowd wants it to happen, and so do I!
Crowd: T3! T3! T3!
Promo: Vance seals the deal and as the two embrace...
Vance: AAHHHH!
[THUD!]
Riel: UGH!
Crowd: NO! [BOO!]
Promo: BLACK HOLE SLAM BY VANCE!
[Dropping from the ring and heading over to the announcer's table, Besolve quickly gets up removing his headset.]
Vance: [Smirking at Besolve] Settle down princess.
Besolve: [Yelling back as Vance walks away with his back to Besolve] I'm one signature away from showing you how hard this princess can still hit!
Promo: As David Vance heads up the ramp, he has handed me a piece of paper, and folks, let me take a moment to read what it say; it appears to be a contract of some sort.
Besolve: David Vance has returned to the ring and in a matter of less than 5 minutes, taken out BACW's Heavyweight champion, and befriended former tag team partner Lee Riel. And if he thinks calling me a name is going to rattle me, he's dead wrong!
Promo: Well this is an official contract and it states, the co-main event for Grinder will be David Vance and Lee Riel for the FTF World Heavyweight championship and my God this can't be right... Darrel, is this correct?
Besolve: Yes it Promo... It's going to be held under Burnt To a Crisp match rules!
Promo: Folks we are out of time, so we leave The Staples Center with David Vance returning to the ring, Spectre being knocked out, and Lee Riel now defending his title in a Burnt to a Crisp match, the question still begs, has David Vance signed a long term deal with BACW, or is this contract he just handed me, a one time deal? We will see you all next month from Kississmee Florida when BACW will proudly bring to you, it's 9th Annual Grinder!
[Stopping once through the curtain, Vance is approached by xZone Reporter Candice Hoffman.]
Candice: Hello Fan-boys and fan-girls, I'm your sexy on the scene X-Zone reporter Candice Hoffman, and I'm going to try to get a few words in with BACW Hall of Famer "The Mile HIGH Monster" Obsidian. Dave, David, can I get quick word with you? Obey: Yeah, go for it.
Candice: Why are you back in BACW? Did you sign a new contract with Mr. Batee? Obey: Well, to sorta like someone else used to say, 'cause fuck y'all, that's why. And, fuck it, I can't lie - I need the money. I got bills to pay, y'know? And as for me and batee, let's say we got an understanding, or an arrangment, or maybe even a contract. Maybe I'm just here on some spec work shit, or maybe I'm here to put the stomp back in the Stomp Hall, right over everyone of these bitch-made, half-hearted ingrates. You decide.
Candice: That was Obsidian, back but for how long? I'm your sexy on the scene xZone Reporter Candice Hoffman saying, if your name is the Mile High Monster, I hope it's not because you've got big hands.
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