[Devon Hears a Ghost]
Time: 10:00 PM Promo: That’s truer than you know. Okay folks, at this time we’re going to show some footage that took place moments ago between BACW Champion the Spectre and his manager Devon. What you’re about to see here is not only shocking, but in some respects, very revealing. Watch the film and tell us what you make of this very odd conversation. [25 MINUTES AGO: Roll Footage] [Back in Spectre's locker room, he is preparing for his match by checking his wrestling gear, making sure everything is in proper order. Devon Lynch is also in the locker room.] Devon Lynch: So are you ready for this match with McClain, Spec? I mean, McClain is the only person that was here when you first came to BACW almost two years ago that you haven't pinned. And he's been rather a pain in the ass over the past few months. Do you think you will finally be able to defeat him? [Spectre stopped lacing his boots and looked up at Devon.] Spectre: Devon, my friend, trust me. Tonight, not only will I retain the BACW Heavyweight Title, I will also force Matt McClain to RETIRE FOR GOOD, after I break his leg, his arm, his NECK, HIS WHOLE FREAKING BODY! Devon: That's excellent, Spec! And I can't wait to see it firsthand when I comet to the ring with you. Spectre: Uh, Devon. I think maybe this time you ought to sit this one out. You know, your arm still being sore and all. Devon: But why? Look! I'll be fine, Spec. You don't need to worry about me. Spectre: That's right. And that's why you will be staying back here tonight while I am in the ring. Devon: But- Spectre: No "but's", Devon. It's good that you came back here to support me, but I can't have you out there when you are still vulnerable and open for MATTY's Breaking Point attack! So stay back here, please. Devon: Fine. Alright then. [As Spectre began to continue to get ready, the tape he was wrapping around his fingers ran out. Spectre began looking for another roll as Devon's cell phone began to ring.] Devon: Whatcha looking for, Spec? Spectre: Tape. I need some for my fingers. I think I have some in my bag. It's right in the next room. Devon: Ok, thanks. Spectre: Better answer your cell phone before you miss that call. It could be important. Devon: Yeah. I'm sure it's Jason Blackfront from UTA begging me to come back and sign a contract. [Spectre laughed as well as he walked into the other room. Devon answered his phone.] Devon: Hello. [But there was no response.] Devon: Uh, helllllloooo. [Still there was no reply.] Devon: Look, if this is some sort of prank call, I can star-69 your ass and report you to the FCC. [This time there was erratic breathing on the phone, and Devon heard it.] Devon: Hey, I know you're there. I can hear you breathing into the phone. Who is this? [Finally, a weak, feeble voice spoke, barely audible. "D-D-Devon?” It was a female voice that seemed strangely familiar.] Devon: Who are you? Devon asked. Voice: Help me. [Devon sat up in the chair, very attentive.] Devon: WHO IS THIS? WHERE ARE YOU? [Then suddenly, the phone went dead, and the phone call was disconnected. Devon sat there in shock. He knew who the voice sounded like, but it was impossible. He continued to stare at the floor, as The Spectre came back in the room.] Spectre: So did you tell Blackfront to go kiss your ass? Hehehehehehe... [Devon's mind was preoccupied.] Spectre: Hey, Devon! You ok, man? [Devon looked up at Spectre, but said nothing.] Spectre: Who was that on the phone? Devon: You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Spectre: Come on, tell me. Devon: Well, I think...I think it was Amber. Spectre: Amber? But Devon, your wife has been dead for 11 years! It CAN'T be her. It's just some chicken-shit playing a sick prank on you, AND IT's NOT FUNNY AT ALL! Devon: I know, Spec. But that voice...that voice on the phone...was her. I KNOW it was. Spectre: Uhhh...see, maybe I was right after all. You better take it easy tonight. You hearing voices from the dead on the phone doesn't exactly make me want to change my mind and let you come out there. Devon: Maybe you're right, Spec. Something is wrong with me. Maybe I need more rest. [Devon lay back down on the couch, while Spec, with a bit of a concerned look on his face, finished putting tape around his fingers.] [End Backstage Footage] [Fading back into our announce team, Darrel Besolve and Paul Prominski appear to be rather baffled.] Promo: Do you have a sixth sense, or an opinion for that matter on what we just saw? Besolve: I see dead people? Promo: [Confused with Besolve’s response] Hold that thought Darrel, fans, I have just received a message in my headset from the back, and we are being told to immediately split the screen so we can bring to you this shocking report from the locker room of Superstar Alec Ace. [Commotion] Get him a few more security people down here! [Splitting the screen, we see Candice Hoffman our roving X-Zone reporter, and in the background, a blood covered Alec Ace who is knocked out cold. The Superstar is being put on a stretcher and the medical team is frantically scurrying around him while security continues to secure the area.] [Commotion] Someone get word to his family. Promo: Candice can you hear me? [Commotion] Did anyone else see anything? Candice Hoffman: I sure can Promo! [Commotion] Who found him? Promo: What’s going on? [Commotion] I need more gauze! Candice Hoffman: Witnesses outside say Alec Ace has been attacked just moments ago by a mysterious man dressed up in a red, white, and blue mask. From what I have been told, Ace was apparently tossed multiple times into his dressing room mirror. Alec has sustained numerous lacerations to his face, and has been officially scratched from our main event. [Commotion] We are going to have to stitch him up here, get me the needle. Promo: So Alec Ace isn’t going to be in the main event? [Commotion] Let’s clean up these broken pieces gentlemen! Come on move it, move it! Candice Hoffman: From what they were telling me yes. The reason they are giving is they can’t stop the bleeding. Recommendations from the physician on hand are that Ace is to be rushed to the hospital as soon as possible. They even mentioned possible skull fractures associated with the attack. [Commotion] I can’t get this under control. Promo: Was there any evidence at the scene? [Commotion] Watch his neck! Candice Hoffman: Just the word “FREAK” written in red spray paint on the wall and a small travel size bottle of lotion. Right now that’s all they have… [Commotion] On three we are lifting. 1… 2… 3… Lift! Promo: Thank you very much Candice. Candice Hoffman: Thank YOU Promo. [Merging the two screens to one, Promo and Besolve can’t believe what they just heard.] Promo: Can you believe Alec Ace just had his chance of becoming BACW Heavyweight champion ripped from his grasp because someone thought it would be a good idea to hospitalize him? Besolve: I’m not fooled Paul! Matt McClain did this, I’m sure of it! McClain was worried about Ace and with “The Superstar” out of the way; McClain can now concentrate on the champion. It’s a simply numbers game to Matt right now. After all, they don’t call him “The Crippler” for nothing. Promo: Indeed! Well folks, we have come to the point in the night where it’s time to see if The Spectre can continue his magical streak here in BACW. Since his arrival, Spectre has worn championship gold at almost every show and tonight, he plans on putting Matt McClain on that long list of people he has defeated since entering BACW. Let’s go to the ring for the introductions. [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Michael Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is our main event of the evening and its set for one fall and will be for BACW’s Heavyweight championship! Crowd: YEAH! [POP!] [Coming through the top and middle ropes without an introduction, the challenger, Matt McClain begins warming up as the fans look on with a bit of confusion. The crowd buzzes with uncertainty but it appears McClain isn’t paying attention to fancy entrances, because tonight he’s only interested in winning championships.] Promo: McClain just got into the ring folks and it appears he’s not even bothering with his introduction music. Besolve: Entrances and talk are cheap, its time for McClain to either exorcise his demons, or succumb to the possession. He’s here to cut out the 6’s and drink the holy water. Crowd: [BOO!] Stuffher: Already in the ring and requiring no introduction, he is the number one contender here in BACW, and tonight, he hopes to put an end to his quest that started almost two years ago. Warming up in the far corner, from Houston Texas! Ladies and gentlemen, he is “THE CRIPPLER” Matt McClain! Crowd: [BOO!] Matt McClain: [Pointing to a family sitting at ringside.] You’re all white trash! Each and every one of you is white trash! [Singling out the youngest] Even you kid! You know you were a mistake right? [The father gets irate and security tightens around the fan.] Matt McClain: [Holding the ropes open] Come on Kermit, jump! Yeah, just what I thought. Security: [Putting his arm across the father’s chest] Have a seat Sir. Promo: What a bully! The man is with his family for God’s sake! Besolve: Don’t blame McClain because this guy married the ugliest woman in the world. I mean how many food stamps did they have to collect to purchase those tickets? Promo: [Ignoring Darrel’s comments] Well as the lights fade into a now familiar eerie purple glow, and "Memphisto" begins to play over the PA, it’s time for BACW’s Heavyweight champion The Spectre to finally enter the ring. [Parting the velvet curtain and spreading the B-A from the C-W, a line of hooded druids slowly make their way down the aisle each carrying a bizarre freestanding mirror.] Besolve: The Beautiful People must be upset. Promo: Huh? Besolve: I’m not sure how Pretty Pete going to deal with not being able to look at himself in the mirror for the next 45 minutes. Promo: Very funny! [With the druids surrounding the ring, a purple fog forces its way into the arena and out comes The Spectre with his traditional purple tank top and black pants.] Promo: I’m not sure what the symbolism of the mirrors means, but look at Spectre pointing to the words on his tank top that spell out "TOTAL DEVESTATION". Besolve: I believe the mirrors and the words on his back "IM WATCHING YOU", mean Spectre is a very crafty ring veteran who sees everything his opponent does when entering a match; especially when his title is on the line. [Hunched to one side, Spectre eyes the ring with a wild deranged gaze as he circles the druids. Scanning each one before settling in, he looks into one of the mirrors and with the crowd cheering in the background, cackling uncontrollably. Staring at his reflection, he points to his freakish likeness and continues to laugh incessantly as the final introductions are given.] Promo: When I spoke to Spectre before we went on the air, the champion said he planned to methodically and deliberately execute his in ring strategy to perfection. What that strategy was, he wouldn’t say, but knowing the champion like I think I do, it’s got to be something no one would ever think of. Besolve: Spectre loves to play mind games, and I think he’ll do that tonight, but I also think he should just concentrated on stopping McClain’s breaking point finisher. Promo: Is Spectre wearing McClain’s wedding ring? Besolve: I believe so but McClain has yet to see it because of all the mirrors surrounding the squared circle. But for right now Paul, it’s time for me to take this belt and finally get the hell out of Dodge. Excuse me. [Taking hold of the original BACW Heavyweight championship, Besolve removes his headset, sliding off his seat to a round of applause.] Crowd: [POP!] Please don’t go! Please don’t go! Please don’t go! Promo: [Holding out his hand] Good luck Darrel. Besolve: [Walks away from Promo without saying a word.] [Entering the ring through the ropes and raising the equivalent of the hail grail of extreme, Darrel walks over to the champion extending his hand.] Michael Stuffher: At this time please rise and give a warm round of applauds for a BACW Hall of Famer and multi-time world heavyweight champion, “The Future” Darrel Besolve! Crowd: [POP!] Please don’t go! Please don’t go! Please don’t go! Besolve: [Shaking hands with Spectre] Good luck Spectre. Spectre: [Reciprocating the gesture] Darrel. Crowd: [Continued POP!] Please don’t go! Please don’t go! Please don’t go! Promo: Listen to the fans show their appreciation for what Darrel Besolve has meant to BACW. Shaking Spectre’s hand, Darrel now slowly makes his ay towards Matt McClain, and extending his arm… Besolve: [With a serious look] Good luck to you McClain. [Moving side to side, McClain looks down at Besolve’s hand and then at him with a look of disgust.] Promo: Besolve is looking at McClain, and waiting for him to extend his hand in friendship… [Awkward pause by McClain.] McClain: [With a bad look on his face.] I don’t shake hands with “has beens”. Promo: I don’t what was just said, but it seems Besolve is done waiting and as he exits the ring, he hands the belt to the referee. Besolve: [Under his breath] Jerk! Promo: McClain seems to have touched a nerve with The Boy Wonder and heading up the ramp for a final time…. McClain: [Now with a live microphone] The “self proclaimed great” Darrel Besolve has just left the building ladies and gentlemen! I think we should give him a round of applause for what he has done here in BACW! [McClain pauses giving Besolve a sarcastic golf clap.] Promo: Wait a minute folks, Darrel has stopped dead in his tracks! Turn back to the ring Besolve doesn’t look happy and maybe McClain would like to rethink that comment he just made? Crowd: Daaarel! Daaarel! Daaarel! [Darrel stops as if he’s going to do something, but decides to remain on the ramp.] Crowd: [BOO!] McClain: It’s a shame that I just punked you out in front of all these people and you didn’t do a damn thing about it. Instead, you tucked tail and ran, just like the coward that you are. Now I know you are embarrassed to be in the same ring with the man that took you away from the limelight. Crowd: Darrel’s gonna kill you! Darrel’s gonna kill you! Darrel’s gonna kill you! Besolve: [Stands stone faced encouraging the chant.] McClain: Now I know that you’re still upset that I ended your career, and you have every right to be upset, BUT the fact remains, that I’m simply better then you are. Yes, you held the NeWA World Title and you held your other tiles as well, and yes you did all the other little things in your career, but the one thing that you weren’t able to do is to beat me. Besolve: [Darrel takes a few more steps towards the ring as Spectre positions himself in the far left corner of the ring.] Crowd: Darrel! Darrel! Darrel! McClain: Now Besolve, I know you better then most and I figure you might get your panties in a wad and say that you took me out with your Light of Judgment back in the swamps of the BWA. Since then I have beaten you the both times that I have faced you, and after the two out of three falls match at the Grinder two years ago, you better think twice about stepping into the ring right now with me old man. Besolve: [Continues Moving to the ring removing his expensive cuff links.] McClain: Come on Darrel, I’ll kick your ass and then win myself a belt. Surely even you know that I could and would leave you in the middle of the ring a broken and bloodied mess. Surely you know that I would make you tap out to my Breaking Point. And surely even you know that I would snap your arm like a dry twig if you even entertained the thought of stepping into the ring with me Darrel. Besolve: [Now up on the stair, Besolve’s face remains that of a stone figure.] Keep talking McClain! McClain: Oh I’ll keep talking alright Darrel, because I want you in this ring right here, right now! Now I’m sure you enjoy running like the scarred bitch that you are, hiding from those that can break the “Great Boy Wonder”. I want you to remember what life has given you since I broke your arm and retired you. I want you to remember the time you have spent with your family over the last year. I want you to remember that you Darrel Besolve, and not stepping into the ring with the “Crippler” tonight. It’s a pity though Besolve…I would love to just end it all for you and say that I was able to rid you from the BACW once and for all. Darrel: [With his shirt off, Darrel begins to step back into the ring.] McClain: I want you to remember that as you sit in the back and you witness a true wrestler work his magic inside of the squared circle as I win the BACW Heavyweight Championship for the first time. Enjoy your retirement Besolve curiosity of the “Crippler”! Crowd: Darrel’s gonna kill you! Darrel’s gonna kill you! Darrel’s gonna kill you! [Just as he’s about to go through the ropes, Darrel shakes his head no and taking a deep breath, retreats down the stairs, and up the isle for what appears to be the final time in his BACW career.] Crowd: Please don’t go! Please don’t go! Please don’t go! Promo: Listen to the crowd; they have never heard a tongue-lashing like that not be answered by the Boy Wonder with one of his patented Superman-punches Darrel Besolve, who might be walking away from a fight for the first time in his entire life, stops in the middle of the ramp and once again is looking back towards the ring. Besolve is torn, fight and his contract is renewed, walk away and he’s finally free from BACW. [Opening the ropes himself.] McClain: Come on, Bitch! You can see me, you can hear me, the only thing separating my foot from your ass is the 15 steps it would take you to come on down! [On that note, the ex-champion smiles widely at Matt and nods. With a sigh that seems to be completely relieved, he turns again to walk away.] Crowd: [BOO!] Promo: One thing about Darrel Besolve, love him or hate him, he knows how to make an exit. It looks like the retirement of Darrel Besolve has concluded, and OH! Spectre can’t take anymore and clubbing McClain from behind like a baby seal with the BACW belt, down goes the crippler like a concrete slab! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Eric Danger: Well, well, well, looks like you need someone to call color for you since the boy blunder left BACW faster than your wife left you. Promo: Folks welcome to the show Eric Danger and for the record, I’m not married. ED: Exactly my point. [Inside the ring Spectre has gone to the lower extremities of challenger by driving his knee into the thigh area with a series of dead leg thrusts. Step over leg bar by Spectre creates an incredible amount of pressure against the knee cap of the champion and reaching for the ropes, McClain forces Spectre to break the hold.] ED: Looks like Spectre’s having some success but why is he going to the legs? Shouldn’t he be trying to take out the arm McClain uses to execute his finisher? Promo: Normally I would agree, but if memory serves me correct, isn’t that the same leg McClain hurt a few months back? ED: How the hell am I supposed to know? Who do I look like to you? Quasi Moto? Promo: Quasi what? OH! Boot big to the face of McClain and pulling Matt to his feet, Spectre rams him into the corner with a hard Irish whip! [Barreling in and looking for a running back elbow, Spectre misses and McClain quickly applies a side waist lock.] Besolve: McClain arches backward and down onto his neck, Spectre isn’t laughing. Promo: Rotating Spectre from the mat and looping his arm over his head, the challenger barely pulls of a ˝ vertical suplex and the smarks in the crowd let him have it.] Crowd: You f-cked up! You f-cked up! You f-cked up! [Spectre staggers to one knee and leaping through the air, McClain topples the big man back to the canvas with a lariat.] Promo: McClain pushes Spectre’s shoulders to canvas for a sloppy. Referee: 1… 2… Crowd: OH! Promo: Kick out by the champion! ED: McClain looks like he’s starting to gain some momentum but hold on, is he going to try and body slam the 300 plus pound Spectre? [Reaching through the crotch of Spectre, McClain stalls before getting more than one of Spectre’s feet of the ground. Trying again, Spectre doesn’t budge and slamming his forearm across the shoulder blades of the challenger, McClain cripples to one knee. AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! Finally, Matt falls to all fours and rearing back Spectre knees him right in the face.] Crowd: OH! ED: Talk about shutting someone up, are those McClain’s teeth on the logo? Promo: I’m not sure but dropping down and going for the win, here’s the one… two… Referee: NO! Kick out by the challenger, continue the match. Promo: I’m not sure if this match has any real flow but perhaps this was the strategy going into it by both men? ED: All ED can say is Spectre started off attacking an old injury and McClain tried to body slam a 300 pound man. Both men have made stupid mistakes so far and both are lucky to still be in this match. [Back in the ring, Spectre has tossed McClain into the ropes and coming off the rebound with speed, Spectre drives Matt into the logo with a killer sidewalk slam! Hooking the challenger’s leg for a second time, the referee pounds the canvas for the 1… 2… 3…] Promo: Did he get him? Referee: TWO! Crowd: [BOO!] ED: That was too close to call Promo but McClain has no one but himself to blame for the predicament he’s in. Soon the massive weight of Spectre is going to begin to wear on Matt and depending on how much strength he has left, McClain might be already be done. [Latching onto the challenger’s throat, the champion yanks him off the canvas and thrusting him up into the air choke slams the hell out of McClain rattling his head off Matt like a basketball.] Referee: [In perfect position] 1… 2… Crowd: [OOO!] Referee: Two! Promo: And once again Matt McClain shows his endurance and will to not give up no matter how bleak things my seem. [Off the canvas for the a third time by the hair and carelessly tossing McClain into the corner, Spectre closes in on him like a heat seeking missile. Straightening Matt up with a trio of ba ba chops, the champion’s hand prints immediately paint the challenger’s beat red chest. Reaching back again for a fourth, McClain jams his thumb into the eye of Spectre and unloading with punches in bunches, the champion begins to retreat.] Promo: Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left - reversal in the corner and look out; tornado punch finds the mark! ED: McClain unleashes a pair of chops returning the favor and pulling Spectre across the ring, the champion hits the opposite corner with a THUD! [Wobbling out of the corner from the impact, McClain topples the big man with a running clothesline and McClain taunts the crowd. McClain looks for a quick 1… 2… 3… but Spectre gets his shoulders up forcing the contest to continue.] ED: McClain needs to soften him up and WOW! Nice bolo upper cut to the chin of the champ will do quite nicely. Promo: Spectre is on shaky legs and OH! Chin buster connects and this could all she wrote! Spectre isn’t moving as McClain secures the cover. Referee: One… Two… Spectre: NO! Referee: Only two! TWO! Only two! Promo: Mistakes during the match or not Eric, both of these men have heart and it’s going to take more than a few high impact moves for a title to change here tonight. [Taking hold of the ropes, McClain begins to stomp a mud hole in Spectre and using the ropes for leverage, forces the champion to bail through the ropes.] Crowd: OH! McClain: GAH! [THUD!] Promo: Hitting the small mats with a splat, McClain follows through the ropes and as Spectre scrambles over a table, he reels and strikes a charging McClain with the timekeeper’s hammer! ED: Gotta love Spectre’s ability to …. Hey… what the hell are doing? [Clearing off the announcer’s table and discarding the monitors to the side, Promo and ED quickly get out of the way as Spectre tosses McClain onto the surface of extreme. Punching Matt a few times in the face to make sure he stays still, Spectre goes back up to the apron and points down at McClain.] Crowd: [CHEERS!] Spectre: [Pointing to the top ropes and looking into the crowd] Up here? Crowd: [HUGE POP!] Crowd: Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! [Pulling his massive frame up to the top ropes, Spectre leans off and as his weight collides with McClain and the table gives way, the largest pop of the night is given to these two BACW stars] [CRAAAAAAACK!!!!] [THUMP!] [SNAP!] Crowd: OH! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Bad ASS Wrestling! Promo: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ED: I think McClain’s dead! Crowd: Is he dead? Is he dead? Is he dead? [Crippling from the wreckage, Spectre winces in pain and managing to force McClain back into the ring, slumps over for the win. 1… 2…] Crowd: THREE!!! Referee: NO! Crowd: [BOO!] Promo: I don’t believe it ED! A broken and battered McClain kicked out and believe it or not, this one’s going to continue. ED: I’m shocked! That’s splash should have killed him ending it all but this just goes to show you just how bad McClain wants this belt. Spectre: [Pushing McClain’s shoulders back to the mat] Count them again! Referee: 1… 2… McClain: UGH! Crowd: OOO! Referee: Only two! [Slamming his fist on the canvas, an exhausted Spectre shakes his head in disbelief and pulling McClain back to his feet, Spectre goes old school with an atomic drop. As McClain comes down onto Spectre’s knee, he slips to the side and pulling the arm of the champion through…] Promo: BREAKING POINT!!!! BREAKING POINT! BREAAAAAAKING POINT! ED: Spectre will NOT tap! I know he would rather die than tap so McClain might as well just release the hold. Referee: Come on Spectre, just say the word and I’ll call for the bell! Spectre: G… g… go… GO TO HELL!!! AAAAHH!!!! McClain: Come on Spectre! Tap! Tap! TAP!!!! Spectre: NO!!!!! [Leaning into ask Spectre again, the champion slaps the referee with an open hand knocking him out cold!] ED: [Pointing the broken announcer’s table] CHEATER!!! Promo: McClain breaks the hold and folks he is furious! [Stomps to the head of Spectre keep the champion at bay and bending over to shake the referee back into consciousness; Spectre rolls him up with his good arm from behind! McClain struggles trying to get out of the 1… 2… 3… but there’s no referee to make the count as the challenger final manages to escape!] Promo: The referee is starting to stir and Spectre is calling for his sweet dreams finisher! Motioning for McClain to get back to his feet, Spectre continues to stalk Matt from behind. ED: He’s right behind you McClain! Promo: Boot to the stomach stops Matt dead in his tracks! ED: Lift and a spin into “sweet dreams”! Promo: This one’s over! Crowd: 1… 2… 3…!!! ED: 1… 2… 3…!!! Promo: 1… 2… 3…!!! Referee: 1… 2…. McClain: [Clearing his shoulder] NO! Referee: Two! Crowd: [BOO!] Promo: The crowd thought Spectre had it but the referee took too much time to come to his senses! Spectre is signaling for the end and placing McClain up onto the top turnbuckle, the champion is calling for a superplex! ED: Spectre’s too big for this type of move; he should just go for Sweet Dreams again! [Looping Matt’s arm over his head, Sepctre arches backwards and as the two men hit the canvas with a massive thud, McClain rolls through, and pulling up on Spectre’s tights, the referee makes the count of three and turning to call for the bell, we have a brand new leader in BACW!] Crowd: [BOO!] Promo: I don’t believe it and neither does Spectre! Spectre: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Ring Announcer: Here is your winner of the match by pin fall, and NEW BACW Heavyweight Champion, “CRIPPLER” MATT McCLAIN!!!!! [McClain is handed the belt just as he falls to his knees, and clutching it to his chest, he holds his newly won prize tight. He soon draws it back and to stare in disbelief and the crowd continues to boo. Quickly jumping to his feet McClain wastes no time heading to the turn buckle. Pointing to the camera to zoom in, he looks directly to the lens and lets out a smile. In the front row you see Matt’s family standing and clapping for him, allowing the moment to sink in and savor the win. He hopes down from the turnbuckle and heads for the steel barricade and grasp for his family as he is meet with a mixed reaction from the crowd.] Promo: The BACW has a new Champion! This man is one of brutal wrestlers here in BACW and I am also most sure that dark days are ahead of us! I’m the Promo Machine and on behalf of Eric Danger, BACW, NeWA, and Mr.Batee… we’ll see you next month for TVMA Live! Wow what a show! ED: I feel like I just gave birth! [The camera starts to fade as we see the last look of the NEW BACW Heavyweight Champion along with McClain and his family soaking in the moment as he clutches his newly won title as a dangerous smirk stretches across his lips as the camera fades to black.] [Reforming the feed, we see BACW’s most notorious blogger and underground radio host, the vile and despicable “Easy” Eric Danger trolling around the back after the show. The Dangerous One is still dressed in a pair of torn denim shorts and a retro Todd Knight BACW F.U. tee-shirt. As he marches around with a microphone beneath the baby blue and pink Hawaiian shirt that flaps behind him like a Stoner-Superhero’s cape, he spies The Boy Wonder. ] Danger: Wow there, now, Besolve—you ain’t getting’ away that easy. Not with Easy E in the house! You gotta tell these people who paid to see you return, why didn’t you kick McClain’s teeth in? It’s just Matty McClain, for Pete’s Sake, I could probably kick his ass. [He pushes the microphone at Darrel.] Besolve: Listen, Eric, I don’t have to answer to you, or the fans, and I sure as hell don’t have to answer to Matt McClain. The fact of the matter is that I haven’t wanted to be involved with this promotion for months, yet they’ve had me dance out here and carry that moron Promo to greatness in the broadcast booth. Tonight was the very last day I am ever obligated to be involved with BACW. I’m done and I can go be with my family. ED: Think you could have kicked his keyster? [The BACW icon smirks and shakes his head.] Besolve: Yeah, I could, but he just ain’t worth it. Part of my contract said that if I got involved in any of the matches tonight, or any other night while I was announcing, then my contract would be extended as an announcer for a few more months. Danger: I thought you loved BACW. Besolve: Don’t go overboard with the platitudes, Kiddo, I love the house that I built, but it’s time to move on. I have been a hostage here for long enough. Honestly, is there a single person in this building, watching at home, or walking the face of God’s green Earth that doesn’t think I would annihilate Matty with a swat of my hand? Danger: Like the last time, when he broke your arm? Sorry Darrel, it’s a tough question but a valid one. [The Boy Wonder actually laughs out loud.] Besolve: Yeah, Matty “beat” me, (Rolls his eyes) and even the ugliest of woman get laid. What’s the point? Mr. Batee: SECURITY! Escort Mr. Besolve out of the building, he is OFFICIALLY done here. I’m tired you wasting my time Darrel! I’m dang gum tired of it. But let me say this before you leave, you looked like a pussy out there tonight! You ruined your legacy Darrel, get out of my federation before I throw you out myself! [Besolve kisses his hand and mockingly waves it toward Mr. Batee.] McClain: [Suddenly shouting ensues] I BEAT YOU! I BEAT YOU FAIR! YOU DON’T GET TO WALK AWAY! [McClain rushes out of his dressing room, just as BACW security floods out from the halls. Besolve, in striking distance and easily within range, but steps backwards and lets the men in black tee shirts surround him. Matt lunges into the group, grabbing furiously at Besolve.] McClain: Come on Besolve! Come on your pussy! You can’t walk away from me! Besolve: You tell your grandkids breaking my arm was your greatest accomplishment. Remember this Matt; it’s only great because you did it against the best in the business. It’s not your legacy you’re supporting right now, it’s mine but you’re just too stupid to recognize it. [WHACK!] ED: UGH! [THUMP!] [McClain is thrown backward by the swarm of bouncers in security garb. Overcome by anger, but unable to reach Darrel as he escapes, he hits the one person close enough to hit—Eric Danger. Unable to retain his balance, the Dangerous One falls to the ground unconscious.] Mr. Batee: WHOA! WHOA! STOP! Darrel, I have a business proposition. [McClain lunges again.] Mr. Batee: God dang it McClain! Giv’me a dang second will ya? McClain: [Making the breaking bones motion] You’re dead! Besolve: [Blows Matt a kiss] Mr. Batee: Enough! [The two finally settle down still with rage in their eyes.] Mr. Batee: Darrel, you wanted out of BACW and Matt wants you dead. Matt he’s old and Darrel, you can’t possibly defeat this man. So do us all a favor Darrel, leave why you still have your pride. [McClain finally gets up into Darrel’s grill, nose to nose, no one in between.] Darrel: My contract says no contact Matt, if I do, then I’m stuck here as a wrestler until December. Matt: How about that? [McClain spits into Besolve’s face and as the saliva runs down his cheek, a smiling McClain is drilled in the face by a Darrel Besolve fist! Mounting McClain and busting open a cut over his eye, Darrel is dragged off Matt’s now bloodied body. Struggling with security McClain smiles after checking all his teeth are still intact.] McClain: See Batee, he’s predictable. Mr. Batee: So I see. Mr. Besolve, by virtue of your contract stipulations, you have struck another BACW prior to the 12 o’clock deadline. Which means your time in BACW is now until December. Should you wish to not honor the terms, we will sue you, take all your money, and process to ruin your name in this business. Now since you are an active member of this roster, your first match on August 1st will be against this man! [Pointing to McClain] Matt McClain: THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT! Darrel Besolve: He just signed your death warrant McClain! [Shrugging off the security guards with ease] Get off me! Mr. Batee: When 2007 is over and you look back on this day, I hope you enjoyed the brutality! Mr. McClain, you earned your bonus, come to my office in 15 minutes to collect it. [As Batee walks away, Darrel cannot believe he allowed his emotions to take over. What will he tell his wife when she finds out he just renewed his contract, and needs to put his family life on hold once again?] Besolve: Hey McClain. Security: Please Mr. Besolve. McClain: Give me a second would you? Security: Come on guys, break it up! Besolve: Mark my words; I’m going to break you. McClain: Not if I get to you first. Besolve: Whether you know it or not McClain, you already have and guess what? McClain: What’s that Darrel? Besolve: I’m still standing. End PPV |