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April 1, 2007
Welcome to Kissimmee, Florida!
EWrestling.Org Presents GRINDER IX!
Segment - Backstage Phone call w/ Batee and Spectre
Challenge Match: Randy Acorn vs. Ali Mustafa Jihad
[Batee is backstage pacing around frantically and talking on his cell phone. He seems extremely worried about something.]
Batee: Come on, Spectre! Pick up the god dang phone!... Arrrghhh… This can’t be happening! It’s the night of the biggest Pay-per-view, and nobody has seen Spectre, OR Devon Lynch, ALL DAMN DAY!! Oh, Spectre! If you let me down, the wrestlers, everyone down in the arena, and watching at home down, so help me God son, you are going to regret it for the rest of your life!
[Mr. Batee is still on his phone when the door to the backstage arena opens up. In steps Devon Lynch and the Spectre, along with Johnny the Hyena. Batee’s eyes become enraged and his face turns a nice shade of red as he hangs up the phone. He storms over to Spectre and Devon and gets right in Devon’s face.]
Batee: Ok, you Purple Haired Freak! Just tell me where in the blue hell have you been?! Huh?! No one has seen you all day! You weren’t at the Grinder Press Conference, you weren’t in the FanAx-S event, and you sure as hell weren’t at the pre-show meeting! You are the most crucial part of this show! But to not even appear at the events, or even let anybody know where you are or what’s going on, shows not only a lack of disrespect, but also a lack of responsibility!! WHERE WERE YOU!!
[All this time, Spectre just stood there listening to Batee blow off some steam. Finally, when Batee had finished, Spectre cracked a little smile, and pat Batee on the shoulder.]
Spectre: Batee, you should know me better than that. And you should know I would never let you down. And trust me, I have GOOD reason for missing out on those events and the meeting.
Batee: Well, tell me, son! And this better be good!
Spectre: Well, despite what you may think, Batee, I was doing something that, in the end, will be for the betterment of the show. While everyone else was promoting Grinder, signing autographs and taking pictures, and making sure everything went right for the show, I was taking steps to ENSURE that this year’s Grinder will be talked about for a long, long time.
[Batee’s face lights up.]
Batee: Oh?! What sort of steps? Come on, Spectre! Spit it out!
[Spectre cracks another grin.]
Spectre: Hehehehehe… It’s a surprise.
Batee: Now, Spectre, your surprises haven’t always been something I enjoyed, especially when they involved me, or I was the butt of some prank or joke. This “surprise” ain’t gonna involve me, is it?
Spectre: Hehehehehe….Batee, I PROMISE, I will not be pulling any joke on you, or making you smell hyena crap. I won’t be embarrassing you in ANY way. In fact, this surprise might be right up your alley.
Batee: Well, tell me, Spectre! Don’t keep me waiting!
Spectre: Hehehehehe… Batee, if I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise. And then where would your pleasure and satisfaction be when my surprise finally happened, right?
Batee: OH….. Alright, Spectre! Dang it! I can wait! Just get ready! Your match with Todd Knight is coming up soon.
[Spectre smiles, and he, Johnny and Devon walk away as Batee watches them. After a few seconds he shouts at Spectre down the hallway.]
Batee: All I can say is this better be one hell of a surprise, Spectre!
[Batee then shakes his head in frustration, and mumbles under his breath.]
Batee: Purple Haired Freak. Hey, who's there?!
[Tapping the secret tape Roxanne made for Mr. Batee, BACW’s owner places it in his safe out of public view. It must be something important, but what could be on that tape that Batee wants to protect so dearly? Fading from Batee’s office, we can see a shadow in the hallway lurking in the background. The shadowy image was listening to Batee’s conversation with Spectre, but who could be bold as to spy on our owner? For now, your guess is as good as ours.]
Promo: Welcome back folks and Eric, what did you make of that conversation between Mr. Batee and The Spectre?
ED: Well…
Promo: And who was watching Batee?!
ED: [Crazy eyes] Would you let me answer the damn question before you give me another one? I know Eric Danger has multiple talents but splitting myself up into two people is freaking impossible Promo!!
Promo: Sorry Eric.
ED: What the hell were you asking me again?
Promo: Let’s go to the ring for next bout.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Stuffher: This next contest is our second bout of the evening and will be one fall to a finish. Already in the ring, welcome to Florida, “Bad Boy” Randy Acorn!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
ED: They sure love Acorn in the south.
Promo: Honestly E.D. I don’t think anyone like’s Acorn but when he’s going up against someone like Jihad, it’s hard for the fans to not cheer for him.
Acorn: [Looking into the crowd with a scowl] Shut up!
Crowd: [BOO!]
ED: That’s a crowd killer right there Promo.
Promo: I don’t think Acorn’s a happy person in general.
Allâhu akbar Allâhu akbar
Allâhu akbar Allâhu akbar
Crowd: BOO!
[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.]
Stuffher: And his opponent, from Iran, this is Ali Mustafa Jihad!
Jihad: hayya ‘ala-s-salâh
Promo: Jihad better pay attention because here comes Acorn over the top rope with a tumble weed!
Crowd: OH!
E.D.: The man was praying! How disrespectful was that?!
Promo: Over the top rope and down onto Ali goes Randy Acorn and the referee is calling of the bell! I hope Ali was praying for mercy and here we GO!
[Recovering from the tumble weed and pushing Ali under the bottom ropes, its Randy Acorn who gives chase back under the ropes. Pulling Ali to his feet, it’s an Irish whip on his opponent into the opposite nylon and leaping into the air, the athletic Acorn goes for a high knee but Ali counters with a killer Pele kick to groin!]
Crowd: OH! [BOO!]
E.D.: That could end your social life in a hurry!
Promo: Ali Mustafa Jihad is a vicious man but for some reason he’s rolling out of the ring.
E.D.: Maybe he going to smooth out his rug that Acorn messed up with that opening move?
[SNAP!]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Forget about the rug, he’s bringing in a steel chair and Acorn is getting to all fours! Acorn is still trying to catch his breath from the low blow, and look out…
[CLANG!]
Acorn: UGH!
Promo: Steel chair running drop kick to the head of Randy Acorn and Ali is going for the 1… 2… 3… press
E.D.: He kicked out! Acorn kicked out!
Referee: Only two continue the match.
[Snatching up the dented chair from the logo with frustration, Jihad scales to the top turnbuckle and leaping into the air…]
Ali: AAAHH!!!
Crowd: OOO!
Promo: Ali misses a high risk Arabian face buster and this could be a chance for Acorn to get back on the offensive.
E.D.: Ali went to the well one too many times and with a guy like Acorn, you have to make sure he’s down before taking a high risk maneuver like that.
Promo: I agree Eric but I think it’s safe to say, this Ali Jihad is an acrobatic extremist who will go to any length to injury his opponent regardless of the situation.
[Rolling knee by Randy Acorn leads to a premature 1… 2… 3…]
Jiah: [Rolling to his side] AH!
Referee: Only two!
Promo: Acorn appears to be finding his second wind and lifting Jihad from his back...
Crowd: OH!
Promo: Awesome round house connects and Randy is motioning to the crowd that he’s going to do it again!
Crowd: DAMN!
Referee: UGH!
E.D.: Acorn changes it up with a spinning back fist but Jiahd ducked the move! The referee is down and I’m not sure if that was a wise move for Acorn because without an official, he can’t win the match!
[Randy tries to help the referee to his feet and taking advantage of the distraction, Jihad blasts him in the back with another nasty chair shot. Falling to the canvas, Ali adds insult to injury with a standing steel chair leg drop and hooking the leg.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: There’s no one to make the count!
Ali: [Screaming in a foreign language]
E.D.: Doesn’t Ali know the referee’s in BACW aren’t bilingual?
Promo: I don’t think it matters right now Eric because Ali has Acorn in the dreaded camel clutch!
Crowd: OH!!!
Acorn: ARGH! AAAARGH!!!!
[Pulling a railroad spike from his wrestling boot, Ali jams the blunt weapon into Randy’s head over and over and over again! The blood squirts from Randy’s head onto the canvas and with the referee still knocked out there is no one to end the brutality!]
Promo: Ali releases the hold and is now bridging a table on the outside of the ring between the apron and railing.
E.D.: Forget about the winner of this match, what’s Randy Acorn going to do if he can’t stop the bleeding in time for The Grinder?
Promo: I’m not sure Eric, but right now he’s got bigger problems on his hands than The Grinder! Ali Jihad is one a roll and that means something crazy is about to happen.
Finish Match
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