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

Part 4 - A New Sheriff in Town

[Crouched down behind a few boxes you can see Mr. Batee is still dressed in the guard’s clothing from earlier in the evening. His nervous eyes shift from side to side and gently pressing the last button in his cell phone, it starts to ring.]

Mr. Batee: [Whispering] Come on, pick up would ya.

[The intended party finally answers and cupping the mouth piece with his hand, he continues to speak softly.]

Mr. Batee: Hello…

[The person on the other end is not audible and crawling behind another box, Mr. Batee pushes his back up against the crate.]

Mr. Batee: Look, I can’t stay around here much longer before Ross finds me. [Pause] Listen to me okay, I’m giving you full General Manager’s authority to keep McClain and Ulfric in line tonight. [Pause] I know that’s not part of the plan, but there’s nothing I can do about that now can I? [Pause] Don’t tell me to get a back bone or so help me I’ll… [Pause] Hold on a second…

[Peering up from in box, Mr. Batee pops up from behind Ross and Kimo who are still patrolling the halls but facing the wrong way.]

Crowd: [Seeing Batee] BOO!

Mr. Batee: [Ducking back down, he goes into panic mode] Oh my God, he’s coming! [Pause] I have to go! [Pause] YES! [Pause] I have to go! [Pause] You have full control over the show! [Pause] Bye!]

[CRASH!]

Mr. Batee: [Putting his hands together] Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee…

[Panning out from behind the boxes we pick up the Hustlers in mid-conversation.]

Ross: I know he’s in this building Kimo! He’s got to be! I can smell his cheap Armani cologne! Oh I swear Kimo, when I get my hands on him, I’ll make sure he won’t forget who I am ever again!!!

[Smiling from ear to ear Ross stands in front of the set of boxes that appear to be the one’s Batee was just behind.]

Ross: [Putting his finger to his lips] SSSHHH! Who is behind box number 1?!

[SMASH!]

[Ross says as he topples the crates over only to have a bucket of water fall on his head.]

[SPLASH!]

Ross: [Pulling back from the initial shock] OH WHAT THE FUCK!!!

Kimo: The skies falling dawg! It’s Armani-o-gedden!

[Angry Ross throws the bucket against a wall to see Particle Man and Universe Man staring at him from behind a completely different set of identical boxes.]

Particle Man: Good Day Citizen Ross what can we do for you?

[Ross’s face glowing bright red as he takes a deep breath before saying anything.]

Ross: Have you seen Batee -at all- tonight!?

UM: Why?

Ross: [Grabbing his temples.] I’m looking for him Universe Man.

UM: Why?

Ross: [Biting his upper lip] …because I have a present for him.

UM: Wh…

[Particle Man puts his hand over Universe Man’s mouth.]

Particle Man: Sorry good citizen can’t say we have!

[Frustrated Ross turns to head down the hallway.]

Kimo: [Point to a piece of paper with some Crayon writing that says “Superhero Security System”] Yo dog, didn’t ya read the sign?!

Ross: [Snapping back] Oh shut the hell up Kimo! I’m not in the mood to hear logic! And would you get me a damned towel already!

[Kimo grabs the closest thing to him and gives it to Ross who immediately starts wiping his face. Suddenly, Chris sniffs the cloth taking on a foul expression.]

Ross: Kimo… Where the hell did you get this!? And… why does it smell like corn chips and ass?!

Kimo: From that coat rack over there dawg.

[Putting his fingers to his mouth PM exclaims.]

Particle Man: Colossal Kling-ons! That’s not a coat rack! That’s Universe Man’s underwear drying rack!

UM: And me no wash them yet.

[Ross throws the underwear at Particle Man angered.]

Ross: ARGH!!!

Kimo: Yo calm down dawg!

Ross: DON’T FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN KIMO!! I HAVE UNIVERSE MAN’S ASS ON MY FACE!

Kimo: No need to get all Iranian leader crazy on me dawg.

Ross: [Holding his hand up] Kimo please! [Turning back to Universe Man] Word of advice!

UM: What that big scary Hawaiian Man?

Ross: USE SOME GOD DAMN FEBREEZE!!!

UM: I thought that what the holes for?

[Fading from the bizarre scene and into a secret dressing room, Kimo once again leaves us with two words.]

Kimo: DA-YAMN DAWG!

UM: Particle Man, why Kimo call me a dog?

Particle Man: [Fingers over his chin] I don’t know… To the Particle Room!

[WHOOOOOOOOOSH!]

[After getting the call from Mr. Batee, I started down the hallway noticing some strange looks. Some of the people in the back already know me, the other just of who I am. Some of them haven’t ever seen my face on the television and that worries me.]

[Then again, some of these people remember the last time I was here at a NeWA event. Some of the people still have the look of fear when it comes down to sizing me up.]

[The whispers come from the stage hands, the look into my blue eyes and ask each other if it is really me. If I am really here, why wouldn’t I be here, at this place, right now? From my understanding there are a few people here that need the guidance that I can offer. The need my veteran out look. Then again, this is only a One Night Stand for me.]

[The thoughts of me being able to do some good have been going through my head... Surely, I could help some of those who need it, but the more difficult part of this is helping those who do not want the help, the ones that only wish that I was the same person I was years ago, the last time I stepped foot in an NeWA regional arena.]

[I make it to the curtain, no music plays, they do not have the sound track for me. It has a copy write in place by another alliance, so I cannot use it here. ]

[I can hear the crowd wanting the show to start, they want the carnage. They need the blood and sweat from these athletes, fathers, and sons, they need a moment to escape from their reality into ours.]

[Will the crowd react, will they remember who I am.]

[Some might cheer.]

[Others might boo.]

[But, they know that I am the Dark Horse.]

[That I am Mike Sloan.]

[In the end, that is all that matters.]

Submission Match
Matt McClain vs. Lone Wolf

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next bout is a submission match!

Crowd: [YEAH!]

[The PA System crackles as “The Lone Wolf Jeremy King” can be heard followed by “Lone Wolf” by Hank Williams Jr. Jeremy appears at the top of the ramp way with what appears to be a wolf skin hanging form his head. Halfway down the ramp Jeremy drops the wolf skin to the floor and starts throwing punches and showing an amazing flexibility in his legs. He is wearing Black trunks with a bluish gray paw print on both sides. The back reads Lone Wolf and his knees are protected by black kneepads. Jeremy’s feet are taped around the ankles and he wears no boots. Sliding into the ring Jeremy stays on all fours and crawls to the nearest rope where he proceeds to catapult himself to the second rope and wait for his opponent.]

Stuffher: Now in the ring, from Ozarks weighing 205 pounds… “The Lone Wolf” Jeremy King!

Crowd: [POP!]

Promo: Thank heavens he didn’t bring that wild animal to ringside like Spectre does. I mean I like animals as much as the next guy but I draw the line at humping my leg while I’m calling the action. Dog banging aside, what do you think of our next match up?

ED: Well if you ask me…

Promo: Hold that thought E.D., I have just been told that Candice Hoffman our roving X-Zone reporter is trying to get an interview with the Crippler Matt McClain. Let’s go into the back and see if can get a word in with BACW’s most hated man.

[Reforming the shot, we see Matt McClain jogging side to side just before his introduction when from behind Candice appears with her ever present camera crew.]

Candice Hoffman: There he is… Start rolling guys! Matt! Matt McClain! Can I get a few words with you?  

McClain: [Looking over his shoulder] What do you want Candice? I’m about to make an example of someone.

  Hoffman: Well I was wondering if I catch a quick interview with you.

McClain: What’s on your mind?

Candice: Why you returned to BACW and what your intentions are now that you are back in “professional wrestling’s official stomp hall”.  

McClain: It’s real simple, even for someone like you Candice. I got more money for coming back and eventually I will get a shot at regaining my title.  

Candice: Seems to me you already have a few people in your sights.

  McClain: Boy, nothing gets by you does it Candice? What the hell makes you think that you belong back here with the boys? You run around with a little microphone and ask people for interviews… But you know what? You ask the dumbest fucking questions that I have heard.

Candice: That’s your opinion and you’re entitled to it Matt; just like I am mine.

McClain: What makes you think you’re so important and that I should take my time to answer your questions?

Candice: I did ask before I…

McClain: What makes you think what you say means a flying fuck to BACW’s fans?  

Candice: I…I…don’t…  

McClain: [Mocking Candice] I…I… don’t what Candice? Do me a favor and get the hell out of my face and never ask me for an interview again unless you want me to treat you like one of the guys and hand you your ass on a silver platter…

[Turning to walk away McClain fires a comment under his breath.]

McClain: Dumb bitch!

Candice: Dumb bitch?

[Spinning McClain around by the arm.]

[SLAP!]

McClain: Ugh!

Crowd: [OH!]

[Hitting the Crippler across the face Matt rubs the red mark and begins to instantly laugh. He pulls back his fist pretending to his Hoffman and she immediately flinches into a defensive ball.]

McClain: I bet that’s more foreplay than your husbands gotten since you’ve been married.

Candice: God straight to hell McClain! Straight to hell! Cut the feed!

Grip: Without the tag line?

Candice: I said cut it!

[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. Soon 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.]  

#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!  

[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. We see that his pearl white leather BACW Heavyweight Title is clasped around his waist as he shows it off with great pride. The golden plates glisten in the sparkling lights. 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.]

 #I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M 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!  

 #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!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Stuffher: And his opponent, from Houston, Texas he is the former BACW Heavyweight champion! Ladies and gentlemen, “The Crippler” Matt McClain!

Crowd: [BOO!]

Promo: Red mark on his face and all, it seems McClain is going to pick up where he left off as BACW’s biggest outlaw. But I can’t say I condone what he said to Candice Hoffman.

ED: If Candy wants to interview the big boys, she’s going to have to get used to dealing with guys like this. Look Paul, Matt McClain is a vicious individual who most likely doesn’t even care for his own mother. Fresh out of retirement, and with only one thing on his mind, something tells me we are going to see an even more aggressive Crippler than we did in 2006.

Promo: If that’s the case, I feel bad for Jeremy King.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Referee: Let’s get it on!

Promo: Well the referee has signaled for bout to begin, the timekeeper has rung the bell, and here we GO!

[Shuffling around the logo, McClain fires off first delivering a hard kick to thigh of Jeremy King, and shaking out the side kick Lone Wolf grimaces from the sting. Immediately raking the eyes of his opponent, Matt goes low with a bone breaking drop kick to the ankle and King instantaneously falls to one knee.]

Promo: Taunting King, the Crippler allows his adversary to recover, and you can see McClain arelady starting to ooze with confidence.

ED: This might get ugly pretty quick.

Promo: Indeed it may, but give the kid some credit; he is getting back up to his feet and not many in this business would after an opening series like that.

[Now into an upright position, Jeremy hobbles around the ring once again trying to circle, but his ankle locks up and it’s McClain who goes over the top with hard right hand. Jeremy fights off the brief black out and not giving in, responds with a right of his own. In the center of the ring standing toe to toe, both men start exchanging blows but its Jeremy who ducks a left hook from McClain!]

Promo: Counter in the form of a roundhouse kick sends Matt stumbling back towards a turnbuckle and what quick feet from Lone Wolf!

ED: The impact takes McClain from the corner and jumping up into the air, Jeremy connects with a text book drop kick to the face.]

Crowd: [YEAH!]

  Promo: Look at this kid go!

  [Irish whip into the ropes and Jeremy follows just as Matt comes off the nylon. Enziguri misses and Jeremy hits the ground!]

ED: He’s got Matt’s leg!

Promo: Roll through into a single-leg Boston Crab!!

[McClain lunges towards the ropes with his free hand.]

Promo: He’s got the ropes and I don’t think Matt is laughing too much now.

ED: A promising counter by Jeremy King but I beg to ask, can he effectively hurt McClain with all these high flying moves?

Promo: Think it’s still too early to make that call E.D. but I can say this, this kid certainly came to fight.

[Releasing the hold, Jeremy moves around the ring, still showing the affects of the early ankle attack and closing in with a forearm to the head, King tries to lift Matt up for a suplex. McClain counters with an instep and quickly drives a knee to the gut causing Matt to double over.]

McClain: AAARRGHH!!!!

Promo: Jeremy runs McClain’s eyes the length of the ropes and when he finally reaches the turnbuckle, he unloads with a flipping neck breaker much to the delight of the crowd.

Crowd: King! King! King!

ED: This kid better pray McClain doesn’t recover because just like 007, nobody does dirty better than McClain.

Promo: Jeremy is taking control and that’s what McClain gets for taking this kid too lightly!

ED: I agree, McClain better wake up and smell the coffee or this one’s going to be stolen from his grasps because he can say, “Richards does Dallas.”

  [After an unsuccessful 1… 2… 3… Jeremy makes it to his feet before Matt and stalking him from the side. Matt staggers upward then inward.]

Promo: Demobilizer!

ED: I think it’s over!

Promo: Shoulders to the canvas.

Referee: 1… 2… Kick out!

Promo: This is crazy!

ED: Come on McClain, the guy hangs out in caves!

[Hitting the canvas like a ton of bricks, Jeremy circles his prey at last deciding to go up to the top rope.]

Promo: This is going to be a mistake!

ED: Jumping into the air and looking for the leg drop…

[THUD!]

Promo: He missed!

ED: Double boots to the head of King from McClain and rolling over, McClain begins to pound his fists into Jeremy’s face!

Promo: The crippler has snapped!

ED: What’s McClain doing?

Promo: He’s locking in a camel clutch and oh no… Down the isle to a round of boos comes Rick Ulfric and something tells me Lone Wolf isn’t going to appreciate the company.

Crowd: Ulfric sucks! Ulfric sucks! Ulfric sucks!

Rick Ulfric: [Glaring into the crowd through his good eye]

[Inside the ring, McClain is tearing back on the chin of Jeremy King who is still refusing to submit and as Ulfric gets closer and closer to the ring, you can feel something really wrong is about to happen.]

Promo: Ulfric is really close the action folks and the referee better make sure Rick doesn’t interfere in this very competitive match up.

[BOOM!]

Crowd: [OH!]

Promo: What the hell was that?

ED: FIRE BALL! FIRE BALL! FIRE BALL TO THE FACE OF JEREMY KING FROM THE HANDS OF THAT SICK GIMP RICK ULIFRIC!

Promo: McClain releases the move holding his shoulder, and I think that extremely large flame ball caught him partially on his shoulder. On the canvas is Lone Wolf who’s grabbing his face in pain and my god, someone call the medical team!

Jeremy King: [Rolling from side to side] AHH!!! AAAHHH!!! AHHH!!!!

Promo: Down to ringside comes General Manager Mike Sloan and throwing himself over King, the GM is ordering the referee to disqualify Matt McClain!

Jeremy King: OHH!!! AAAHHH!!! AHHH!!!!

Mike Sloan: Get out of here McClain! Security get him out of here and award this match to King!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Matt McClain: [Rolling from the ring with a smile on his face] We are going to end this thing Sloan… You and me cupcake…. When it’s all done mark my words… we’re going to end this thing.

Jeremy King: [Thrashing from side to side] AHH!!! AAAHHH!!! AHHH!!!!

Mike Sloan: I said get him out of here! Calm down King! Relax we’re here to help!

Jeremy King: [Still thrashing from side to side] AHH!!! AAAHHH!!! AHHH!!!!

Promo: The cries from Jeremy King are horrific!

ED: He might never see again! Which brings me to a point; think he would be willing to take my place on that date with your sister if Spectre loses?

Promo: You have no class.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the contest, Jeremy King!

Promo: Fans I’m not sure if this was the kind of victory Jeremy King was looking for in his BACW debut, but it was a victory over the Crippler none the less.

ED: Possibly blinded and definitely burned, who knows when and if we will see Jeremy King again?

Promo: I honestly couldn’t tell you ED. Well while we wait for the injured Jeremy King to be cared for inside the ring, let’s take a break so we can tell you about what’s coming to pay per view in the month of December.