[The Invasion]
Time: 10:00 PM Deep Voice over the PA: G-L-W-A Promo: What the hell is that? [Suddenly the lights in the arena start flickering on and off, in a strobe like effect.] Besolve: What in the world? [As the lights continue to cut on and off with increased speed, 'Bleed It Out' by Linkin Park blares through the P.A. system.] i bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away i bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away i bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away just to throw it away just to throw it away Promo: This is totally unannounced; do you have any idea who this could be? Besolve: Whoever the hell it is, I wish they would stop playing with the lights! [From the curtains emerges a white male with curly, ear-length dirty blonde hair, his eyes concealed by a nice pair of aviator sun glasses. Dressed in black slacks with a black sports jacket [buttoned up] the gentleman receives a typical round of BACW boos.] Crowd: Ass-hooole! Ass-hooole! Ass-hooole! i bleed it out / go / stop the show choppy words and a sloppy flow shotgun opera / lock and load cock it back and then watch it go… [As the stranger makes his entrance half-way down the ramp, he opens his sports jacket to reveal a black shirt with the letters GLWA written on in red letters.] Crowd: Ass-hooole! Ass-hooole! Ass-hooole! Promo: Apparently, Austin Arenas from the Great Lakes Wrestling Alliance has decided to crash the party and perhaps this was the mystery man Batee was talking to earlier on the phone? But what in the world is he doing here? And why would Batee allow another promotion airtime on a BACW show? Besolve: He must be looking for an ass whooping the way he was playing with those lights. My equilibrium is complete off! i bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away i bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away i bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away just to throw it away just to throw it away [Arenas plays to the fans who notice him, still making his way to the ring with a cocky grin on his face. As Austin climbs the ring steps, he calls for a microphone to simmer the rowdy Arizona fans down.] Arenas: [Finger to his lips] SSSSHHH! Fan in the crowd: Screw you Arenas! Arenas: Some of you may know who I am from watching various GLWA programs, but for those of you who don't, allow me to introduce myself. I am 'Your Favorite Wrestlers Favorite Wrestler' Austin Arenas! Crowd: [BOO!] You suck d-ck! You suck d-ck! You suck d-ck! Arenas: Yeah, boo all you want, but that still doesn't make up for the fact that the talent pool here in “Badass" Championship Wrestling isn't half of what the GLWA is. With that said, my heart goes out to all of you "Badass" fans out there... Crowd: [Mixed-Reaction] Arenas: I mean if I had to watch this sugar coated crap every week, I would have gone into a diabetic coma by now [Chuckles]. Heckler from the crowd: [BOO!] I wish you would go into a coma now! Arenas: Seeing how you guys are in dying need of some entertainment, I figured, hmmm… who better to entertain the un-entertained, than 'Mr. Entertainment' himself Austin Arenas!? So I got on-line and booked me a flight, called up Mr. Batee, and got me some air time and now here I am ready and willing to present a challenge to anyone back there in that locker room. Crowd: Kick His Ass! Kick His Ass! Kick His Ass! Arenas: How about you all just lick my A--?! Crowd: [BOO!] Arenas: So here it is, anyone in "Badass" Wrestling, that thinks they can go toe to toe with me, then take the challenge and I will be here at your next show in tights and boots ready to entertain all these ham and eggers you call fans. Because I am... 'Your Favorite Wrestler's Favorite Wrestler'. Game On. [Dropping the microphone in the center of the ring, Austin exits to a barrage of garbage being tossed into the ring.] Promo: I’m not sure what that was all about but ladies and gentlemen, when we return, it’s the tag team championships on the line when the Hawaiian Hustlers look to topple the current BACW champions; The Beautiful People; we’ll see you in few. Promo: Welcome back folks and WOW! Talk about being arrogant, and cocky, Austin Arenas is the definition of both those words! He came on our home turf and threw out a challenge and I'm anxiously waiting to see who will accept. Besolve: So am I, but Paul that man deserves an ass kicking for the way he played with those lights. I practically went into a seizure! Look at my hands; I think they’re still shaking! Promo: I think you'll live. Besolve: Barely! Promo: Let's go the ring. [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Michael Stuffher: Tag team fans, this next contest is for BACW's tag team championship! Crowd: YEAH! [POP] Micheal Stuffher: Coming down the isle are the challengers. From the Honolulu Hawaiian, this is crazy Chris Ross... Kimo Newton... together they are The Hawaiian Hustlers! [Hip hopping down the isle, Kimo Newton bops his head to the music while Ross methodically follows.] Kimo Newton: [Dancing side to side and bopping his head up and down] Yeah dawg! We gonna get some bling tonight booooooooy! Promo: It no secret to anyone that Chris Ross is one of the most violent members on this BACW roster. But let’s not forget that his partner Kimo Newton is a martial arts expert, and if you ask me, I think the powerful Ross will be the "X" factor in this match. Besolve: I'm not buying it. Sure Ross is big and strong but if you look beyond his size, you can see a mental midget who’s still taking summer school classes while the rest of the kids are swimming. The way to defeat Ross is to get into his head, destroy his confidence, and then pick him apart piece by piece. Promo: It's a good game plan but can the champions actually pull something off like that? Besolve: That's a great question. [“Beautiful People” by Black Eyed Peas hits the PA as Handsome Mike and Pretty Pete both emerge carrying small mirrors.] Promo: Well hold that thought because speaking of the champions, here they come! [With the hostile crowd getting geared up for the match, Handsome Mike poses on the stage while gazing into the small pocket mirror. To his left, Pretty Pete is more worried about how perfect his hair looks. Kissing his reflection, Mike starts down the ramp with Pretty Pete bringing up the rear still combing locks.] Crowd: [BOO!] Promo: As Ross and Newton continue to pace inside the ring, you can see the champions are already getting under the skin of the challengers. Besolve: Stick and move Paul, it's all about sticking and moving. [Looking at their titles snuggly around their waist, Pete and Mike pause in front of the stairs showing off their muscles to a few salivating young ladies. Next to the woman, their husbands act more hostile.] Fan in the crowd: YOU SUCK! Fan #2: Go to hell poser! Promo: That's certainly a classic response. Besolve: People hate what they don't understand Paul. This is all part of getting everyone including the fans out of their game plan. [Sliding into the ring, the champions climb the turnbuckles in unison and the crowd continues to boo. Throwing his comb into the seats and then crossing his arms, Pete gives a 10 second pose for pictures. Handsome Mike then steps off his turnbuckle and turns towards the Hustlers telling them to kiss his ass.] Ross: [Sick smile] Crowd: [BOO!] [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Michael Stuffher: And now the champions. He stands 6'1" and weighed in at 275 pounds while his partner towers above most at an impressive 6'6". They come to us from Boyd, Texas and are YOUR BACW Tag Team champions! Pretty Pete! Hand... [Mike interrupts the ring announcer whispering something into his ear.] Michael Stuffher: I stand corrected! They are YOUR BACW tag team champions! Handsome Mike and Pretty Pete; don't hate them because they are, The Beautiful People! Crowd: [BOO!] Promo: Massive and big, what really amazes me about these two guys is their agility inside the ring. Besolve: Without a doubt, at 6'6", you shouldn't be able to wrestle as well as a Randy Acorn, but when you see Pretty Pete move inside the squared circle, you truly gain an appreciation for just how talented he really is. Promo: Did he pay you to say that? Besolve: Twenty bucks. [Wink] Promo: Twenty bucks or a million, the champions aren’t going to be able to buy themselves out of this match. Starting for the champions is Handsome Mike and for the challengers it’s going to be Kimo Newton. If I may steal a line from Sam Natas, the time for talking has come to an end, let’s do this God Damn thing! Crowd: [Stomping] Promo: Both men dive into a collar tie and Newton is first to get off with a UFC style knee to the stomach of handsome Mike. Side head lock by the challenger but Mike tosses him off and there goes Kimo on the rebound. [Both men collide in the center of the ring but it’s Mike who finds himself counting the lights on Broadway courtesy of a lighten fast Kimo Newton super kick.] Kimo Newton: [Leaning over his opponent] Yeah dawg! How ya like that! Git up bee-atch! [Shaking out the cobwebs, Mike slams his fist onto the canvas and demands the two do it again.] Promo: A second collar tie leads to Mike executing a side headlock but this time its Kimo Newton who shrugs it off pushing Mike into the nylon. [Both men collide over the logo for a second time, but it’s now Newton who gets toppled head over heels and immediately getting to his feet, both men go nose to nose in the center of the ring engaging in a classic stare down.] Crowd: [POP!] Newton: [Going to the eyes] AH! Promo: WHOA! Newton rakes the eyes and spinning into a round house, Mike hits the logo like a sack of dirt! Besolve: Newton is pretty quick but what’s going to happen when he has to deal with the 6’6” frame of Pretty Pete? Promo: I’m not sure Darrel and if the Hustlers were smart, they wouldn’t allow that match up to happen in the first place. [Vertical power fist lands flush onto the cheek of Handsome Mike and pulling the champion off the canvas, Kimo tosses him into the corner with a THUD! Newton gets on his horse and barrels in for a running splash, Mike counters with a reverse thrust kick that stops the Hawaiian dead in his tracks. Looking up from the canvas, you can see Newton’s lip has been busted open bad.] Crowd: [BOO!] Kimo Newton: [Rolling on the mat holding his mouth] My grills! Yo ruined my grills! Besolve: Mike follows up with a vicious boot to the head and climbing to the top ropes, Kimo is about to find himself under a high risk maneuver! Crowd: [BOO!] Handsome Mike: SHUT UP! Crowd: [Bigger BOO!] [Arching backwards Mike rotates into a picture perfect moonsault and immediately going into a press, the referee pounds the canvas for the 1… 2…] Kimo: [Rolling off his shoulder] NO! Crowd: OOO! Promo: Kimo Newton kicks out just in time, and this one’s going to continue. [Off the canvas and back into the ropes, Mike loads up with a huge big boot and down goes Kimo Newton flat onto his back once again.] Besolve: What’s Pretty Pete doing? Promo: He seems to be going underneath the ring for something. [As Pete rummages under the squared circle, he finally emerges holding two kendo sticks and the crowd instantly disapproves. Without delay, here comes Ross racing into the ring and with the referee distracted, Pete hands his partner one of the weapons through the ropes.] [WHACK!] [Ross breaks away from of the referee and charging in, Mike catches him with a kendo stick shot right between the eyes! Dropping to both knees, Mike wraps the kendo around Chris’ neck and without mercy, starts an illegal choke.] Promo: What are they going to do with those kendo sticks? Come on referee, that’s illegal! Referee: One… Two… Three… Darrel Besolve: The referee is putting on a count, what more would you like him to do? Promo: But they are using kendo sticks! Referee: Get those Kendo sticks out of the ring right now before I end this match! [With the referee trying to force Mike’s stick from around Ross’ neck, Pete attacks from the floor and starts hitting away at Kimo while Mike finally break the hold avoiding the DQ. Choking and dazed, Ross slides through the ropes looking to get a breath of fresh air, and hitting the mat with a bloody splat, tries his best to wipe the blood from his eyes! Tossing Kimo back into the ring, it’s once again Handsome Mike verses Kimo Newton with Pretty Pete taking his position back in his corner.] Promo: The Hustlers are in serious trouble Darrel and if Kimo doesn’t get out of the ring, I can’t see him lasting much longer. Besolve: Who is he going to tag? Ross can barely move! [Yanking Kimo up by his dreadlocks, Mike unleashes a jaw cracking bolo upper cut that force Newton to slump down into his opponent’s corner.] Promo: Mike makes the tag to Pete and WOW! What a leg drop by this tower of a man! Besolve: It’s only going to get worse for Kimo from here on out. [Irish whip into the ropes and coming off the rebound, Kimo practically has his head taken off his shoulders from a massive clothesline. Pete drops down for the 1… 2… 3…] Kimo: GAH! Referee: NO! Kick out! Continue the match! Promo: Into the ring comes Chris Ross with a double axe handle and that might be the opening Newton needs to gain his second wind. [Staggering across the logo and into his corner, Kimo reaches up tagging in Ross!] Crowd: [YEAH!] Promo: Here comes the big man rumbling across the ring! Besolve: OH! Football kick to the head connects and that’s going to leave a mark. [Writhing on the canvas in pain and what appears to be a broken nose, Pretty Pete kicks his legs in agony against the canvas. Chris taunts Pete by playfully kicking his head and into the ring without a tag comes Handsome Mike to complain.] Referee: [Grabbing Mike] Get out of the ring! Besolve: This isn’t a good move for the champions because now Mike’s distracting the referee! Referee: I said get back into your corner! 1… 2… 3… Promo: Newton is perched on the turnbuckle! [THUD!] Crowd: [WOOO!] Pete: UGH! Promo: Flying head butt slams into Pretty Pete’s face and look at the welt immediately forming over his left eye! Rolling from the referee’s sight and back into his corner Kimo Newton instructs Ross to pour on the pain.] Besolve: Look at Ross bend the back of Pretty Pete with his version of the surf board. Crowd: [POP!] Referee: Do you want to quit Pete? Pete: N… N… NO! [Hearing the defiant words from Pete’s mouth, Chris transitions into an STF but Pete still refuses submit!] Referee: Are you sure you don’t want to quit? Pete: YES!!!!!!!!! ARRGH! Besolve: Ross isn’t giving his submissions enough time to work! He needs to be more patient. Promo: Patience is a virtue Chris Ross knows nothing about Darrel, and speaking of things Ross knows nothing about, why is he going to the top ropes! Besolve: To inflict pain? [Leaping into air and crushing a bruised and battered Pete, Chris looks to make a press.] 1… 2… THRE….!!! Referee: Kick out! Promo: Ross is losing his mind and tagging in Newton, he’s allowing cooler heads to prevail. Besolve: Ross wasn’t hurt, and I just don’t understand why he’s tagging out! [Now the legal man, Kimo sprints across the logo, jumps into the air, driving his boots into the face of Pete! Getting up to one knee with a smile he motions, “Safe!” Continuing the assault by dragging Pete to the corner, Kimo goes for a split legged moonsault but…] [THUMP!] Kimo: GUH! Promo: From the floor, Handsome Mike pulls Pete from harms way and Pretty Pete needs to make a tag. Besolve: Once again here comes Chris Ross into the ring and once again, this distraction is going to allow for a double team by the champions. Crowd: [BOO!] [Mike and Pete both have Kimo up and slamming him down they pull off a perfect double gut buster. Ross slides past the referee and is met with a double clothesline as the champions continue to work as a well oiled machine. Mike and Pete get to their feet and both slide out of the combat zone. Pete comes out from under the ring with a garbage can and Mike has a steel chair.] Crowd: [POP!] Promo: The champions are really trying to get extreme by bringing out the weapons in this match. Darrel Besolve: They have adapted to the style of survival of the fittest and if they want to keep their titles, they better get used to bleeding. [Pete dents the garbage can over Kimo’s head as Mike nails Ross with the steel chair. Mike now hands the dent chair to Pete and points at Kimo. Pete hits the side of the garbage can causing a ringing sound that can be heard throughout the arena.] Crowd: [BOO!] [Not looking to show mercy anytime soon, Mike walks over and takes the garbage can from Kimo’s head and tosses it out of the ring and onto the ramp.] Promo: An exhausted Pete makes the tag and back into the ring comes Mike with punches in bunches on the blood covered Kimo Newton. Besolve: Clothesline by Mike! Again! Newton won’t stay down AGAIN! Promo: Hook of the leg, and the cover and a count. Referee: One… Two… Kimo: [Kick outward] NO! Referee: THRE…!!! No! Kick out! Only two! Promo: Ross can’t take it! He’s coming in for a third time! Besolve: Just like a dumb dog. Referee: [Distracted] How many times am I going to have to tell you Chris? Stay out of the ring or I’m ending this match right now! Besolve: Kimo through the legs of the champions and crawling into his corner he’s going to make the tag! Referee: TAG! Crowd: [YEAH!] Promo: Ross clotheslines Mike! Down goes Pete! Double clothesline because he can on the champion and my God, Chris Ross can’t be stopped! Chris Ross: [Flexing his pecks] ARGGH!!! Crowd: [YEAH!!!] [Putting Mike’s head between his thighs, Ross lifts him into the air and power bombs him right onto Pete’s chest. 1… 2…] Promo: THREE!!! Besolve: Almost Paul, but Mike got his shoulder up in time and this one’s going to continue. Referee: [Holding up two fingers] Continue the match! Promo: Taking Mike by the hair, Ross pounds his meat hooks into the champs face, and Chris is instructing a very injured Kimo Newton to climb to the top turnbuckle. Besolve: Once again this is a big mistake! Ross needs to just take over this match and forget about his partner. Kimo: OOOOH! [KA-THUMP!] Mike: UGH! [Coughing] Kimo: Yeah dawg! [Into the air with the greatest of ease, Kimo comes crashing down on Handsome Mike with a killer Tennessee jam! With Mike coughing from the impact, Kimo winds into a leg lace ending up in ½ crab position!] Mike: [Looking into his corner with pain in his eyes] PEEEEEEEETE!!!! Pete: [Stomping his foot on the canvas] Fight it Mike! Fight it! [Extending his legs and doing a push up, Pete flings Kimo into the corner. Newton smashes his head into the turnbuckle, and Newton appears to be knocked out cold!] Chris Ross: [Slapping the turnbuckle] Not again! Promo: Charging into the ring to give Kimo time to recover, Ross for a third time sidetracks the man in stripes. Referee: I said out of the ring! 1… 2… 3… Besolve: You can only save your partner so many times before it backfires on you. [Behind the referee’s back, Mike and Pete are both holding Kimo like a battering ram and as Ross charges passed the referee, they ram Kimo head first into Ross’ gut causing him to double over in pain.] Promo: They used his partner against time like a weapon! Besolve: Kimo is out cold, he needs to get out of this ring! Promo: Pete sets Ross up for the wheel barrel and is going to the top Mike ropes. Besolve: Kimo catches Mike’s foot causing him to fall onto the mat. Promo: Look out! [THUMP!] Crowd: OH! Besolve: WOW! Pete just ran across the ring and nailed Kimo Newton with a huge big boot. Promo: That can’t be good for the challengers and Darrel Kimo is down. [Mike picks Ross up and hits him with the Handsome Bomb while Pete slides a table into the ring setting it up. Picking Ross up and putting him on the table, Pete walks over to the fallen Kimo and goes for the wheel barrel once again while Mike climbs to the top rope. Pete lifts Kimo and swinging him over the table, Mike comes off the top turnbuckle hitting a modified version of Cosmetic Surgery that sends Ross and Kimo through the surface of extreme.] [KA-MOTHER-F’N-CRACK!] Crowd: OH! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Promo: Forget about kicking out of this one! Besolve: Double cover! Referee and the crowd: One… two… Referee: THREE! Crowd: [BOO!] Besolve: The tag champs have done it! Promo: The crowd is irate and my God, did you see that finisher? Besolve: I have never seen anything like that in my entire life and if I was a tag team here in BACW or NeWA, I wouldn’t want to get hit with that maneuver. Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the contest and still BACW Tag Team champions…. Pretty Pete….Handsome Mike…. The Beautiful People! [Taking their championship belts and rolling from the ring; Mike and Pete head into the back leaving The Hustlers in pile of broken wood and twisted metal. Pulling the pieces off both men, the medical team looks to see if either man needs to be stretchered into the back.] Promo: This match really showed me what Pete and Mike are made of. I mean Ross and Kimo are first class tag team wrestlers who could win titles in any federation they join but from what I was told; BACW apparently has the most competitive division in all of NeWA. Crowd: [Still booing] Besolve: BACW is just one of those alpha feds that no matter who is on the roster, Mr. Batee will bring the best out even the youngest of stars. Like BACW or not, if given an inch of wiggle room here in NeWA, they’ll eat you alive. |