BACW Presents:
American Bad A** - Live on Pay Per View
Philadelphia Civic Arena - Philadelphia, PA

Part 10 - Welcome To the Show

[I smile and make my way to the ring. I slap hands of those who want to shake my hand and I ignore those who cat-call me. The ring is my home; it is where my best work is done. I slide under the ropes, I’ve missed this smell. The NeWA has a different smell from the WWA, it has the smell of my birth, the birth of the Dark Horse. The birth of hate.]

Mike Sloan: Hello.

[I start out simple, because I just don’t know exactly what to say to some of the faithful.]

Mike Sloan: Most of you know me, correct?

[A resounding yes from the stadium. I smile.]

Mike Sloan: For those of you who don’t… I am Mike Sloan. “Inventor of Hardcore” here in the NeWA.

[I smile. Only a small bit.]

Mike Sloan: Some of you vaguely remember my name; some of you still might fear it. Some of you want to be just like me.

[A few cheers and some just are not sure about me yet. They will, soon.]

Mike Sloan: Well I was asked here by the boss to do something that no other would do here in BACW and that was to be general manager tonight and as general manager, I’m informing everyone in BACW that I will be the referee in tonight’s main event match!

Crowd: [Mixed reaction]

Promo: I’m confused?

ED: So am I! Mike Sloan makes an appearance here tonight to ref?

Promo: Something is up.

[I point to a scaffold hanging from the ceiling.]

Mike Sloan: It’s about to come together for all of you. I’ve been up there before, many times, I know that every other ref wants to have his foot firmly on the ground to make sure nothing happens to them. But, it’s a wrestling match rules have to be in place for there not to be any controversy. SO, while the other refs are down on the ground seeing which man falls off first.

[I smile, because it’s all coming back to me now.]

Mike Sloan: I’m going to be the keeper of law and order between the champion The Spectre….And the challenger, Darrel Besolve. Tonight, I am the one who you do not want to cross… I am the Marshall of this little town, and if you cross the lines and I am the one who is going to hand out swift and exact justice.

[I know that I went all wild, wild, west on you, but the point had to be made.]

Mike Sloan: So let’s bring out champion and the challenger, it’s time for the main event to begin.

BACW Heavyweight Championship - Scaffold Match: Free Fall Rule
Spectre Vs. Darrel Besolve

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is our main event of the evening and will be for BACW’s Heavyweight Championship! Once both men are on the scaffold, we raise it up to a height of 15 feet! The winner will be the person who is able to throw his opponent off the scaffold! Coming down the isle, he is BACW’s most decorated wrestler! Darrel Besolve!

Crowd: [YEAH!]

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Promo: Here comes a very despondent and depressed looking Darrel Besolve and folks, he didn’t even bother to shave for the match. Down to the ring without his sequin robe, could this mark the end of such a stellar career?

ED: I told you people this guy was a loser from day one and so what if his daughter just passed, I say it’s all just an excuse just in case he gets his head handed to him tonight against Spectre.

Promo: You’re not only insensitive, but you’re a complete jerk! The man’s child is gone and you can’t cut him any slack?

ED: I heard Darrel tried to take his own life last week.

Promo: Stop it right there Danger! This is not Jerry Springer and you will not come out here on BACW TV and propagate rumors.

ED: Easy McFly!

[Coming through the ropes with a deafening cheer, Besolve steps onto the scaffold and awaits the arrival of his opponent.]

[Ding! Ding! Ding]

Stuffher: And coming down the aisle in his Monster Truck with his pet hyena Johnny, he is the 6-time BACW Heavyweight Chammpion, and weighs in at 299 pounds. From the Deepest Corners of Your Mind, this is.... THE SPECTRE!!!

[The lights go out and "Memphisto" by Depeche Mode begins to play. An eerie purple glow along with an ominous fog fill the arena. The entrance ramp begins to ascend toward the top of the arena as The Spectre makes his way toward the arena in his custom made monster truck. It's a huge black truck with bright purple lightning painted all over the truck. On the front hood of the truck is a large drawing of Spectre's demented wild-eyed face. In side the truck, The Spectre and Johnny can be seen. The Spectre himself seems a bit agitated and angry, while Johnny the hyena can't contain his excitement and moves to and fro all over the cabin of the truck. Spectre pulls the truck right up to the edge of the ring and parks it. Spectre emerges from the truck through the open driver's side window, and climbs on top of the truck's hood. He looks all around and holds the BACW Heavyweight Championship high above his head.]

Spectre: [Motions with his hands for Besolve to come meet him on the hood.] You want this belt? You're going to have to kill me for it!

Promo: Spectre just made a cradling motion with his arms and Besolve is livid!

ED: That is not a topic Spectre wants to mess with. Besolve's one of the greatest wrestlers who ever lived and I don't think Spectre needs to give him any further motivation.

Promo: General Manager slash referee Mike Sloan is motioning for the bell to ring, and Besolve is running the length of the scaffold!

[Leaping from the platform onto the monster truck and tackling Spectre on the hood, Besolve unloads with punches in bunches. Taking Spectre by the ear, Darrel slams the back of the champion's head into windshield. The glass spider cracks and tossing Spectre off the hood and down onto the concrete, you can hear the fans getting behind Besolve.]

Crowd: Fuck him up Darrel fuck him up! Fuck him up Darrel fuck him up! Fuck him up Darrel fuck him up!

ED: Besolve comes down from the truck's hood and lifting Spectre off the floor, slams him head first into the huge tire!

Promo: They're headed towards the snack bar!

[Running Spectre's head into a near by wall, the plaster cracks and Spectre falls to one knee.

Promo: There's no give there!

ED: Besolve seems to be head towards the vending machines!

Promo: That thing must weight about 500 pounds!

[CRACK!]

Crowd: [YEAH!]

[Forcing the champion forehead first into the machine, Spectre crumples to the ground and while he's there, Darrel lowers an empty trash can over his head. Climbing the vending machine with the dented can in his grasps, Besolve leaps off and lowers the weapon of extreme over Spectre's head one last time before discarding the mangled piece of metal.]

Promo: It appears from the action thus far that Darrel has nothing on his mind but pay back.

ED: I agree! Look at the punches raining down all over Spectre and look out, they are headed towards our announcer's table.

[Another hand full of Spectre's hair aids in shoving his face into a wall and while Spectre counts the lights, Besolve snaps a steel chair closed.]

Besolve: ARRRGH!!!!

[CLANG!]

Promo: Oh my god what a chair shot and folks, they are headed into the crowd!

ED: I don't believe this, it seems like they are going to bounce each other off every wall in the arena before they make it up to the scaffolding.

[CRUNCH!]

Promo: Another trash can shot to the head and look out, Spectre goes head first into the table.

ED: You're watching Bad ASS Championship Wrestling and like me or not, there is no substitute!

Promo: Over to the emergency doors and it looks like they might be taking it to the streets.

[Stopping to slam Spectre's back onto the cheap seats, Besolve continues to press the issue by biting Spectre's forehead.

ED: They are brawling in the bleachers and I think Spectre is busted open.

Promo: Spectre is indeed busted open and thank God, they are back in the ringside area through this massive crowd.

[Tossing Spectre into the railing, Besolve delivers a bar fight kick to the head and slumps in place. Spectre looks up to the ceiling and pointing to the scaffolding, the crowd lets out a big cheer.]

Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!

[CRACK!]

Besolve: [OH!]

Crowd: [BOO!]

Promo: Timekeeper's bell to the stomach of Besolve and that might be the break Spectre was looking for. Folks remember, pin falls don't count, there are no submissions, and there is no way to be DQ'd!

ED: There are freefall rules.

[CLANG!]

Promo: Irish whip into the railing, railing by Spectre and bouncing off the guardrail, the champion unleashes a killer power slam on the concrete.

ED: Concrete or not, this match will continue until both men go up on that scaffolding, and one of these men is throw off 15 feet down crashing to the ring below.

[Spectre heads towards the scaffolding, but Besolve catches him from behind slamming his head into the metal framework.

Promo: Darrel really punishing Spectre and I think Besolve wants to get this one over with.

ED: He's starting to climb!

Promo: He's like a cat.

[Wiping the blood from his eyes, Spectre follows behind Darrel climbing up the pipes with a worried look on his crimson crusted face.]

Crowd: [Stomping]

Promo: Beaten and bloodied, Spectre is already dazed and this weakened condition doesn't look too well for the champion.

[With Spectre now taking on a few boots from the boy wonder, the crowd reacts to a sit down DDT that forces the cut on his forehead to open even further.]

Crowd: [Cheering]

ED: Paul, with the ending of this match will be the conclusion of this feud, and unfortunately it might even mean an end to one of these men's careers.

Crowd: [NO!]

Promo: Spectre goes downstairs stopping Besolve in his place and reaching up, unloads with a hardcore DDT onto the wooden scaffolding.

ED: Spectre's trying to get Besolve off!

Promo: But can he finish the job in his condition and shove him off?

ED: Darrel is holding on for dear life.

Promo: He's upside-down!

[Reaching up as his grip begins to slip; Darrel drives a thumb to the eye of the champion stopping him from gaining the victory. Rocking back and forth, the crowd groans as two men continue to maintain their balance on the small platform.]

Promo: The scaffolding doesn't look to sturdy Eric.

ED: You wouldn't find me up there!

[Bolo upper cut by Besolve sets up a nasty head butt and driving a boot into the midsection of the champion, Besolve loops Spectre's arm over his signaling for the LOTJ off the scaffolding. Lifting up on Spectre's tights, the champion counters with an instep. Go behind by Spectre and reaching back he tries to go for the widows peaks. Besolve lifts his heel into groin of the champion and jockeying for position, Darrel plants a big left right between Spectre's eyes.]

Promo: Spectre rocks backwards as referee Mike Sloan looks on.

ED: This might spell the beginning of the end.

[Pounding his first over and over to the face of a wobbly Spectre, the champion tries to overcome the odds.

Promo: Spectre is firing back.

ED: Scaffolding could give at any moment with one of these men plunging 15 feet to the canvas!

Promo: Besolve is digging deeper and he's giving it everything he's got.

[As Darrel reaches back with all his might, flashes of his past turn through his mind like an old fashion movie. His fist comes full circle, his rage placed all in one punch. Connecting with Spectre's face and feeling the crunch of his nose as Besolve pushes it over a few millimeters, the freefall begins.]

[THUDDDDDD!]

Promo: Oh my God!!!

ED: Someone has to get in there!

Promo: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

ED: Someone has to get in there!

Promo: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Crowd: Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

ED: What the hell was that?

Stuffher. Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match and STILL... BACW Heavyweight Champion! The Spectre!

Promo: I don't believe what I just saw. Folks, just as Spectre was falling backwards, Mike Sloan pushed Darrel off the scaffold. This gave Spectre a chance to grab Besolve's beard and pulling him off the platform, both men have fallen, and both men aren't moving. The medical team has immediately come to ringside, and would you look at that evil S.O.B. Mike Sloan grinning from ear to ear! What a night of wrestling!

ED: Wrestling? This isn't wrestling! This might be a snuff video!

Promo: Folks, I have been told that the footage to this show needs to end and we have to go. So on behalf of my Co-Host Eric Danger, BACW, NeWA, and eWrestling.Org, we bid you good night, and ask that you please say a prayer for these two men who are STILL not moving. Good night and God bless.

[We end our show on Mike Sloan still laughing out of control as he looks down at the carnage.]

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