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“You ask me if I’ll find another, I don’t know, I can’t say, I don’t like it, but I guess things happen that way”
[We’re backstage at BACW’s Sinister 16; a few seconds from game-time. Darrel stands in the entryway with taped ribs, a cut hand, and a beard that makes him look like Grizzly Adams on a bender. He stares down at the ground in front of him and the entire month seems to flash before his eyes. Alexis’s horrid screams, the image of Bianca lifeless, the week spent alone in a hotel room chasing away his demons with liquor. For some strange reason Darrel doesn’t feel himself. In fact, he’s emotionally tied to the events of his past, he almost feels like calling the doctor to look at him. Something’s not right, something feels wrong. Behind the curtain Darrel can barely focus on the ring announcer’s voice.]
Stuffher: [In the background] Ladies and gentlemen, this is our main event of the evening and it will be for BACW’s Heavyweight championship! About to enter the ring, from Edmore, Michigan he is Darrel Besolve!
PA: I AM IRONMAN!!!
Crowd: [YEAH!]
[Heavy guitar sounds encourage more applauds from the excited crowd.]
BACW Second: They’re waiting for you. Mr. Besolve.
[Besolve stands stoic, in a trance not saying a word.]
BACW Second: Are you ok?
[The question seems to wake Darrel out of his fragile day dream. He looks down at the young attendant and shakes his head no.]
Darrel: Not yet, Son, but when I enter that ring for this match, I’m going to be…
[With those prophetic words, Besolve parts the curtains, and walks out to a thunderous ovation… And so it begins…]
[BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!]
Crowd: [YEAH!]
Promo: There is he the boy wonder himself and Eric, he looks seriously banged up.
E.D: Darrel looks like he’s barely able to function.
Promo: Reports from the back say the doctors told him that he was not cleared to wrestle after the first round but that Mr. Batee himself cleared Besolve to compete for each of the subsequent rounds.
E.D: I hope Darrel understands he will have all the injuries from the previous matches, plus whatever extra he accrues from a very determined Spectre.
Promo: Speaking of The Spectre, here he comes.
[At the top of the slicker are the words "THE PROPHECY HAS BEGUN..." with Spectre's purple haired head centered on the back of the slicker, and he is looking downward with a sadistic smile on his face.]
Stuffher: At this time please direct your full attention and concentration on the individual who is the Master of the Mind Games. He weighs in at 299 lbs, and comes to you from the Deepest Corners of Your Mind. He is the former BACW Heavyweight champion, and is BACW’s very own Sadistic Nut! Coming down the aisle with his pet hyena Johnny... This is… THE SPECTRE!!!
[Down the isle and stepping over the top rope, Spectre immediate comes to the center of the ring and pulling up his elbow pads, gives Darrel a very stern gaze before the referee signals for the bell.]
Referee: [Holding up the championship belt] Let’s get it on!
[Ding!] [Ding!] [Ding!]
Promo: Turning to face Spectre, the referee calls for the bell and Spectre immediately comes out firing bombs with Besolve returning fire dead center in the middle of the ring!
E.D: The two finalists are exchanging lefts and rights in the corner of the ring and the crowd is already on their feet! Both men break and rubbing the side of his jaw, Spectre walks up to Besolve and slaps him right in the face!
Crowd: [OOO!]
Promo: Spectre with an open hand of his own!
Crowd: [OH!]
[Full force jab to jaw by Besolve stuns Spectre and immediately looking for a Besolve Blaster, Spectre counters the finisher with a side walk slam! Mounted punches by the purple haired freak and dragging Besolve upright, Specter tosses him into the opposite corner with a thud!]
Crowd: Let's go Dar-rel! Let's go Dar-rel! Let's go Dar-rel!
Promo: What do you think of the opening action E.D.?
E.D: Personally, I like the more technical style of wrestling, and although the crowd seems to be enjoying this fight night at the Apollo, I really don’t care for brawling and striking that have dominated much of this match.
[Rumbling forward Spectre leaps into the air and Besolve side steps the Avalanche! Darrel resets and leaning into a pair of chops, Spectre grips his nipples in pain. Hard bolo upper cuts rattle the jaw of Spectre and slumping onto his ass, Besolve begins stomping a mud hole in his opponent.]
Crowd: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... TEN!
Promo: Rolling to through the ropes and onto the outside, Spectre makes an effort to avoid the assault but here comes Besolve looking for more!
E.D: Spectre is using the entire arena to his advantage and that’s what makes his style of wrestling most difficult to defend. You never know what to expect!
[Besolve pulls on the top rope and spring boarding into the air, Spectre catches him with his massive arms! Driving Darrel into the post back first, Besolve arches backwards in pain spewing a mist of blood into the air. Swing slam continues to work on the back planting Darrel flat onto the small mats. Busting the stairs into two sections, Spectre looks like he's going to take it to the extreme.]
E.D: Spectre’s got a section of the steel stairs over his head and going to smash them into Besolve's ribs!!!
Promo: OH MY GOD!!!
[CLANG!!!] [CLUNK!!!]
Crowd: [OH!]
Promo: Besolve goes old school with a thrust kick to the stomach of the Spectre and just in the nick of time because had Besolve not acted, his career might well have been over. Darrel lunges forward clothes lining Spectre who in turn collides with the broken section of the stairs and folks, Spectre is hurt bad.
E.D: Besolve used to be a great wrestler but I can see how things work here in BACW. Pretty much there aren't any rules and the person who wins is the guy who can swing a chair the hardest? Besolve's screwed and I love it!
Promo: There’s more to BACW than just swinging chairs.
[After a nasty pedigree on the concrete, Besolve rolls Spectre back into the ring, briefly taking a few seconds to side glance Danger. Off the canvas and into an Irish whip goes Spectre and here comes the purple haired freak across the logo. Darrel misses a wild charging clothesline and coming off the opposite side of the ring, Spectre leans into an immovable shoulder block. Transition into a vertical elbow drop connects!]
Promo: That’s a great move selection right there!
E.D: Spectre is looking to turn up the heat by dragging Besolve off the canvas and tossing him into the ropes for a third time. Off the nylon comes Besolve and he's barreling back over the logo with a head full of steam.
Promo: Big boot by Spectre skids Darrel to the canvas and we have our first cover!
Referee: 1… 2… THRE…
Crowd: OH!
Referee: Kick out only two continue the match, only two!
Promo: Besolve pulls his shoulders off the canvas in time and fans this one’s isn't over by a long shot!
[Spectre stops to yell at the referee and the crowd shows their distain by booing.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: Spectre needs to have some respect for the man in stripes!
[Collar tie in the center of the ring and Besolve breaks free! Spinning around and clocking Spectre with a pin point discus punch to the jaw, Spectre lowers his head and pushing an off balance through the ropes, Besolve goes through the timekeeper's table!]
[CRACK!!!!]
Besolve: UGH my ribs!
Crowd: YEAH! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin! Bad ASS Wrestlin!
Promo: Through the ropes and down through the table with a thud, Darrel Besolve is covered in his own blood!
E.D: I can only think of one person who might be crazier than Spectre.
Promo: Who’s that?
E.D: Your momma!
Promo: I'm so gullible.
[Making his way through the rubble, Spectre slowly guides Besolve back into the ring. Pausing to look into the crowd, Spectre snatches the bag from under the apron and begins to empty its contents onto the logo.]
E.D: Spectre just dumped a mound of fire ants into the ring!?!
Crowd: [YEAH!!!!]
Promo: Whatever happened to just hitting someone over the head with a steel chair?
[Clamping down on a head and arm, Spectre yanks Besolve into the air and unloads with a killer head and arm side walk slam combination. Right now both men land directly on the ants with Besolve once again taking the brunt of the impact.]
Promo: I'm just not sure who's going to emerge from this match as the champion. Spectre hooks the leg and this has to be it. 1… 2…
Referee: One! Two! THRE!!!
Promo: Where’s the referee?
E.D: He was knocked out during that last move by Besolve's renegade foot and Spectre's begging for someone to count the fall.
Promo: I don’t think anyone’s coming out with all these ants in the ring.
[Not wanting to waste time, Spectre continues his offense and as he tries to set up the guillotine, the crowd begins to boo! Besolve reverses the hold and looks to pull of the light of judgment!]
Crowd: [BOO!]
Promo: It's Matt McClain! I didn't know he was in the building!
E.D: Spectre is fighting the Light of Judgment but Besolve's powering him up!
[Leaping off the ropes with his street clothes on McClain drop kicks Spectre's back toppling the big man onto Darrel!]
Promo: Applying the breaking point on Besolve, security has stormed the ring in an attempt to tear McClain off of Besolve! Spectre is still looking to revive the referee but the man in stripes is only beginning to stir.
E.D: I can’t say I agree with Matt being down here but this is his business and not mine to meddle in.
[Tumbling from the ring, security wrestles McClain to the small mats as the match continues and the crowd rumbles from the excitement.]
Promo: Besolve wobbles in place and as the final member of security exits through the ropes, Spectre drives home the guillotine!
E.D: NO! Besolve counters!
Promo: He's setting up the Light of Judgment.
Matt McClain: NOOOOOO!!!
[On the outside in slow motion, McClain cries out but is helpless to stop the inevitable. Inside the ring, Besolve begins to power up 300 pounds of massive man over his head when suddenly, through his crimson mane he sees a father with his little girl at ringside. The girl is clinging to her father monkey style on the side, and has a huge smile on her face. Her angelic grin smiles directly at Besolve reminding him of how his own daughter used to brighten up his days. And like the day the music died, Besolve suddenly bends backwards allowing Spectre's weight to come crashing down against his beaten flesh. Darrel can hear Spectre's heart pounding as he makes the cover. Surprised, Spectre tries to not make the cover but Besolve pulls him in tight.]
Spectre: [Grunting] What are you doing?
Referee: 1…
[In his mind he flashes back to the night when his daughter died.]
[Alexis screams his name in the mansion.]
[Her shrieks are forever haunting.]
[Her cry for his help is forever eternal.]
Spectre: [Under his breath] Let go!
[He flashes back to the point where he’s desperately trying to save his baby's life.]
[Tears and panic consume the room as the reaper’s fog crawls in looking for its promised soul.]
Referee: 2…
[Her tiny coffin is final lower into the ground.]
[The reaper has gone, returning nothing but stale air back to his surroundings.]
[His life is now empty.]
[His career suddenly has no meaning.]
Referee: [Pausing awkwardly before striking the canvas again]… THREE?
Promo: You have to be kidding me?
E.D: YES!!!
[Besolve releases his grip on Spectre and rolling into the corner, the referee takes hold of the title through the ropes. Spectre is shocked and looking up at the man in stripes, shrugs his shoulders almost asking him what happened. The referee cups his ear piece and putting his hand over his mouth, tells Spectre.]
Referee: Take the title and celebrate...
[Spectre pauses…]
Referee: Just take it!
[Falling to both knees, Spectre plays the part of champion like true professional. Besolve, whose body is battered and can barely move, he drags himself to the corner. Spinning his back against the turnbuckles, he reaches up and grabs the 2nd rope, trying to force himself back up to his feet.]
Promo: In the center of the ring, the new champion can barely even stand and I’ll tell you Eric, I didn’t know if Spectre would ever see another BACW title reign.
ED: I’m pleasantly shocked but is it me or was Besolve not trying to kick out?
Promo: I can’t say for sure but Spectre already took the title from Mario Lane’s hands and he’s approaching Besolve.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
ED: We ain’t done yet! Splatter his brains with the belt Spectre!
Promo: Shut up, Eric, this is no joking matter. If Spectre attacks Darrel now, there is no way that he can possibly fight back. McClain’s attack was devastating, and Darrel is completely exhausted.
E.D: [Shrugs] E.D. don’t care.
[Wiping the blood from his face, Spectre walks slowly toward Besolve. Darrel, who sees his larger opponent looming, pulls himself up with the ropes bracing his back against the turnbuckles; wincing with every move as he sucks air into his obviously damaged ribs. Spectre stares down at the belt and then looks at Darrel.]
ED: He’s gonna hit him! MAKE HIM PAY!
Promo: Come on, Spec!
Crowd: [BOO!]
[Spectre holds out his hand and in one of the most bizarre moments in BACW history, Darrel tentatively shakes it.]
Spectre: [Whispering so the crowd can’t hear] What the hell is going on?
Besolve: [Blank stare] … I… I can’t anymore.
Spectre: [Embrace] Celebrate with me, we’ll figure it out with Batee later.
Besolve: [Exhaling slowly and clearly in a great deal of pain.] I don’t think so…
Crowd: Thank you Darrel! [clap clap clap-clap-clap] Thank you Darrel! [clap clap clap-clap-clap] Thank you Darrel! [clap clap clap-clap-clap]
[Ding!] [Ding!] [Ding!]
Stuffher: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the bout, winner of the 2007 Sinister 16, and NEW Bad ASS Championship Wrestling, Heavyweight champion! The Spectre!
Crowd: [BOO!]
[The bearded Besolve, who just moments ago looked so unlike himself, breaks the handshake and gingerly rolls from the ring barely acknowledging the crowd.]
Promo: What a show of sportsmanship between two men who laid it all on the line for this title tonight! It’s just a shame that only one could walk away with belt.
[Inside the ring, Spectre turns from Besolve who’s now heading up the ramp. Thrusting the title into the air, a bridge between BACW’s past future forms a very special moment.]
Crowd: [BOO!]
E.D: [Throwing him pencil in the air] So much for killing him.
Promo: I’m so glad I don’t have to deal with you anymore! Folks we’re all out of time! This is Paul Promoinski for Easy Eric Danger, and on behalf of all the BACW crew, thanks for watching, and we hope you tune in next month for BACW’s Fall Pay per View – American Bad ASS!! Good night and God bless!
(The scene fades out with both finalists receiving a standing ovation!)
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