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

Part 5 - From the Darkness

[December Pay Per View Promo ends.]

[Now back, I just sat on my chair looking down at the blackness of my dirtied hands. Behind me and masked, he slipped through the shadows like a thief in the night, making his way through the backstage area not wishing for anyone to see him just yet. Wondering what kind of reception he would get, he was braced for anything as he watched McClain enter a room and quickly followed pausing only to knock upon the door, and then quickly slip inside before a response could be given.]

?????: Long time no see.

[The man said leaning in the shadows of the doorway.]

Matt McClain: Well I'll be damned. I figured you might show up sooner or later.

?????: You’re right, there was no way that I could stay away.

[The man said, stepping from the shadows. His mask was designed to look like a panther’s face, complete with fangs covering a bit of his mouth. His hair, once long and white, was long and died a deep black, while his eyes, once serine and easy to read, were guarded and masked. He’d aged; it was obvious by taking one look at him. His arms bore the scars only barbed wire could give one, and he carried himself differently too, as if he were ready for anything to come. No longer the trusting, open youth he’d been when last they’d run into one another.]

Matt McClain: I'm glad you got my message, you are the only other person that can help Rick and I, you know that right?

?????: The last time we spoke, I got the distinct impression you didn’t see me as much of a help at all, more a hindrance. [He said, almost a bitter tone to his voice] What makes you think that’s changed now, when I wasn’t worthy of being an Angel then.

Matt McClain: I'm not the same man that I use to be. I have changed and by the looks of it you have as well. Maybe I was wrong about you, but you are the only other person that Rick trust. So do me a favor and drop your holier then thou bullshit attitude. This is bigger then our problems that we have had over the years, this is for Rick. McClain stated.

?????: You’re the one who wanted me to have the attitude McClain. You’re the one who wanted me to hate, to not care about anyone or anything. You’re the one who wanted me to embrace the darkness inside. Do you really think Rick will trust me if he could see me now. I came here to see just how much shit you two had gotten yourselves in, and to find out why after all this time you would think I was worthy of standing with you.

Matt McClain: Seems like you took my advice to heart. I'll be honest, we're in over our heads, and you’re the only man that I know that is crazy enough and good enough to stand by us. As far as Rick seeing you, you don't have to worry about that Besolve blinded him in their last match He's starting to get a little of his vision back though.

[Azrael chuckled]

Azrael: A little?

Matt McClain: Even blind he’s more than a match for Besolve or anyone else. Do you know what he did while he was in Japan, while he was training there? He was learning to fight, blindfolded, long before the world found out he was blind in that one eye he was taking precautions should he lose sight in the other.

Azrael: Sounds like a blind wrestler I once faced...The King Snake. If anyone could do it, it's Rick. So I have to ask, did you come to help or to point out what we have done wrong?

[McClain sneered]

Azrael: A little of both.

[Azrael responded with a sneer of his own.]

Matt McClain: And maybe a little gloating too, I told you that there would come a day when you’d need me and regret sending me away.

[His tone was smug, his eyes held a burning bitterness as he watched McClain.]

Azrael: Your right, your in over your head, Logan will try to drive a wedge between the two of you, and the way your focus is split, you’ll never see it coming.

Matt McClain: I know you hate me, and even though your eyes are hidden under your mask, I can feel a hole being burned though me, so I'm going to ask you once and once only... any problems between you and I need to be put aside... for now. I called you in to help and that’s what we need. Scott has already tried to divide us, but failed at doing so. I know you always have some kind of info, so what do you have that I don't?

[His eyes narrowing to a glair the man turned his back on McClain for a moment and removed his mask, sliding his hands across his eyes he removed his contacts as well, revealing one eyes as blind as Rick’s.]

Azrael: Now you can see my eyes and you will see that what I speak is truth.

[He let the light shine over his face and the hideous burn scars covering one side of it.]

Azrael: I have the name of the man Scott will bring with him tonight to try and take Rick down, and I know why he is doing all of this, Scott, that is, but I don’t think I’ll tell you that just yet.

[McClain set his cold hard stare upon Azrael, and dared not to move his eyes from Azrael.]

Matt McClain: What’s the name Azrael, and we'll worry about the why later.

Azrael: Me.

[Azrael said coldly as he locked his gaze on McClain.]

Azarel: Now you care to tell me how we’re going to turn this coincidence to our advantage.

[McClain rushed towards Azrael and grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall.]

Azrael: I truly hope you decided to come here to help Rick and I instead of Scott. Tell me that you are here to help the man that trained you, and tell me that you are here to do the right thing Azrael.

[McClain looked on with wild rage filling his eyes and Azrael glared up into his face with angry eyes now.]

Azrael: You are still as thickheaded as ever McClain. Would I have come here to tell you what the hell was going on if I planned to side with Scott?

Matt McClain: I told you I changed, but I still have a hard time trusting people, you of all people should know that Azrael.

[McClain released Azrael as he dropped to the floor.]

Matt McClain: So Scott wanted you to take out Rick...I guess Scott was one step ahead of us."

Azrael: Your wrong again McClain, he was two steps ahead of you.

[Azrael smoothed his clothes.]

Azrael: He tried to send someone ahead of me, at the moment; he may have finally gotten out of a Chicago jail. I caught him in route.

Matt McClain: Out of jail? Who else does Logan have coming after Rick and I?

Azrael: I wasn’t the only one abandoned by the Angel’s you know. I caught Josh in route, and he wasn’t alone.

Matt McClain: Damn Soul Rider as well? Son of a bitch...

Black Out Match
Orge Lambart Vs. Ric Ulfric

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is a black out match, which means both opponents will be blind folded and the bout will not end until one of the men obtain a pin fall or submit.

Crowd: [POP!]

Stuffher: Already in the ring, “Hero” Orge Lambart!

Crowd: [YEAH!]

Promo: Lambart looks nervous.

ED: Paul, the first match had Clansman’s facial hairs go up in flames. The second saw Jeremy King practically eat a fireball to the face. Mr. Batee is running from a crazy Hawaiian and Matt McClain has completely lost all sense of sportsmanship or chivalry. The way I see it, Orge Lambart is in deep trouble, and by the look on his face, he knows it.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Stuffher: And his opponent, Rick Ulfric!

[Smoke begins to pour down the entrance ramp as the heavy guitar laden opening rift of “Time does not heal” by Dark Angel blares from the house PA system. The lights dim, and as a blue glow emanates from somewhere deep inside the tunnel. For a moment the haunting cords give way to equally chilling words.]

“It’s always darkest before it goes completely black
I’m older now so I should know, you can never look back
But the scars of childhood memories dominate my head
The inner pain I’ve vowed to keep until the day I’m dead”


A dark shadow can be seen through the fogs thick blue haze.

“You can’t see, the life I was forced to lead
What it’s like to die daily
You can’t feel, the thoughts I’ve learned to steal
Survivals my reality”


[A series of blue Pyro erupts in front of the entrance as Ulfric once again steps through the fog, his long blue/black hair hanging lose in his face, he is wearing a pair of frayed blue jeans, a black Dark Angel t-shirt, and motorcycle boots with “Lucifer” his black barbed wire wrapped baseball bat strung over his left shoulder like a guitar.]

“When I was young I lived in fear
The hands of doom forever drawing near
I wonder how I earned to persevere
As time advanced deceit was my life’s truth
Spurred on by the peace I never knew”


[Ulfric pauses midway down the ramp to remove his t-shirt which he throws into the crowd before raising the bat in one hand banging his head in time to the music. Once at ringside, he slides into the ring under the bottom rope.]

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Promo: Well as you can imagine, this has to be one of the more odd BACW bookings I have seen in a long time. Partially blind in one eye, perhaps Mr. Batee is having a bit of pity party for someone like Rick Ulfric?

ED: I think Batee booked this match because McClain probably told him he would turn him into a human shish-ka-bab!

Promo: At least he didn’t ask him to cough.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Referee: Blindfolds are on!

Promo: Fans, the blindfolds have been put into place, the referee has already signaled for bell, and here we GO!

[As Orge Lambart tries to feel around what appears to now be a massive ring, the darkness starts to consume him as he finds an empty turnbuckle. Standing still in the center of the ring, Ulfric seems unaffected by blindfold or even the movement in the ring for that matter. Swinging wildly into the open air, Lambart begins to move closer and closer towards Ulfric who continues to remain a stoic statue.]

Lambart: [Pointing in the wrong direction] Here?

Crowd: [NO!]

Lambart: [Pointing in the wrong direction] Here?

Crowd: [NO!]

Lambart: [Pointing in the wrong direction] Here?

Crowd: [NO!]

Lambart: [Pointing in the right direction] Here?

Crowd: [YEAH!]

ED: Lambart is using the crowd to find Rick but I just don’t understand it, why hasn’t Ulfric moved?!

Promo: It’s a very weird moment to be minutes into this match and not have a single punch land. Still, as Orge uses the crowd to his advantage, these two will eventually find a common ground and when they do, anything and everything is bound to happen.

[After several rounds of Marco Polo with the crowd, Rick is finally in range and as Lambart reaches back, he fires forward with all his might. With Lambart’s fist on a collision course with Rick’s face, Ulfric inexplicably side steps the haymaker and locks his opponent in a cross face chicken wing! Sweeping the legs out from under Orge, the Beast Master goes crashing face first to the logo with the hold still maintained by Rick. Cranking back and forth, Orge is helpless and pounding the canvas taps out in record fashion.]

Promo: Did he just tap?

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

ED: That’s was like fast sex. Wham bam thank you mam!

Promo: I can’t believe I’m going to say this but the match is over! Orge Lambart has submitted and Rick Ulfric apparently is not releasing the hold!

Lambart: [Pounding the canvas] AAHH!!! LET GO!! LET GOOOOO!!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Referee: Come on Rick! Let the man go the match is over!

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Referee: 1… 2… 3… 4…

[CRACK!]

Referee: UGH!

Crowd: [OH!]

Crowd: [BOO!]

Promo: Back down the isle and into the ring comes Matt McClain with a steel chair in hand and before the referee could DQ Rick Ulfric for failing to release his finisher, McClain just knocked the man in stripes out cold!

McClain: [Kicking Lambart over and over again] I [kick] want [kick] my [kick] belt [kick]!

ED: Matt is screaming at Lambart and he’s telling him he wants his belt back!

Promo: I can’t blame him but this isn’t the way to go about getting a title shot! Come on Batee, quit your hiding and get someone out here to help Orge Lambart!

[With Ulfric on one side of the cross face, McClain locks in his version of the breaking point on the other and as the two try to snap Orge Lambart into two pieces. Running down the isle once again is General Manager Mike Sloan and sliding under the ropes with a baseball bat, the two bail from the ring. Throwing his body over Lambart, the GM once again comes in to save the day.]

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Mike Sloan: Get out of here! Get out of here right now or I will have you BOTH suspended indefinitely from BACW! Enough! I will not tolerate either of you down here at ringside again! Am I clear?

Crowd: Nah nah nah nah… nah nah nah nah…. Say-a-a… Good-bye! Nah nah nah nah… nah nah nah nah…. Say-a-a… Good-bye! Nah nah nah nah… nah nah nah nah…. Say-a-a… Good-bye! Nah nah nah nah… nah nah nah nah…. Say-a-a… Good-bye!

Matt McClain: [Pointing towards the ring] I told you I wasn’t done! Don’t make me hurt you Sloan! You’re in my yard! MY YARD!

[Turning to exit up the ramp, McClain and Ulfric leave a broken and very injured Orge Lambart in their wake. Tonight Mike Sloan has shown his propensity to deal with McClain as an authority figure, but it’s anyone’s guess as to what that’s going to translate into once they get inside the ring.]

Promo: I don’t know what do say.

ED: Let’s go to break?

Promo: Sounds like a great idea.

[Fading from the announcers, we follow the cameras into the locker room area where there seems to be something going on in the shower. As the cameras focus in, we see shadows behind a curtain of who is in the said shower. The curtain only goes to about knee level so we can see that there is a man and women in the shower together; the man and woman are completely naked. When the two begin speaking we immediately can tell the identity of these people. It’s DCP Derek “cheap-shot” Parks and his valet Sarah Richards.]  

Derek: What are you doing Sarah? I told you that I was going to take you out to celebrate tonight once I won the championship. I don’t have time to mess around right now. I have a big match coming up in a little bit.  

Sarah: I know baby, but you still got some time before your match with Ace. Take some time and relax. We can have sort of a pre celebration right now. Here I will help you.  

[From the opening at the bottom of the curtain you can see Sarah rubbing her naked legs up and down against DCP’s legs.]

  Sarah: Yeah baby, you like that don’t you.  

Derek: (Stuttering) We….We…Well of course I do Sarah but seriously we got to go over our (stops mid sentence)…………Don’t do that Sarah! You know what that does to me.  

[Sounds of kisses and moans begin to come from the shower.]  

Sarah: That’s it baby, just relax.

[More sounds of kissing and moaning]  

Sarah: Don’t worry about anything baby, I got it covered. I came up with a great game plan of my own.  

Derek: You have? What is it?  

[Some more kissing and moaning then you can barely hear Sarah whispering to DCP.]  

Derek: I love it! That’s an excellent plan!  

Sarah: How well do you love it?  

Derek: Here, I’ll show you.  

[From the bottom view of the shower as well as the shadowy figures thru the curtain you can see DCP pick Sarah up off her feet and position her up against the shower wall. Then the scandalous video feed turns to static.]