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[Now in the back, we see Teddy Valentine helping Darrel Besolve cripple towards his dressing room. With Darrel’s lifeless arm slung over his back, Teddy tries to reason with a panicked Alexis via cell phone.]
Teddy Valentine: I know Lexi! [Pause] I don’t know what happened tonight. [Pause] He does have a contract… [Pause] I understand that… [Pause] Right now he’s in pretty messed up condition! [Pause] Lexi, I got to go.
[Darrel practically trips over his own feet as they approach his dressing room door.]
Teddy: Alexis, I have to go… [Pause] After he showers I promise. [Pause] Okay, bye hon.
[Just as Teddy flips the phone closed, you can hear the ranting and raving of one Mr. Batee only a few steps behind them.]
Mr. Batee: Hold it! Hold it! Stop right there! What the fuck was that Darrel? Why the hell didn’t you kick out? Answer me boy!!!
[The two stop dead in their tracks, with Teddy rolling his eyes and Darrel summons the strength to turn from the pain. Besolve is in no condition to bicker with M. Batee and if he had any strength left in his body, he would strangle BACW’s Owner dead and gladly go to jail for committing the crime.]
Mr. Batee: I said what the hell was that? Why didn’t you kick you out? Why are you not wearing BACW’s championship belt?!!! What the mother fucking hell is going on!!!
Darrel: [Shakes his head without a response] …
[Besolve feels emotionally worse than before he went to the ring. Something is making him not himself; maybe it was something he ate or drank?]
Teddy: Batee can’t we talk about this in…
Mr. Batee: [With spit flying from his mouth] SHUT UP VALENTINE! SHUT THE HELL UP!!! I’ll deal with you and the contractual issues later because unless I’m wrong, the last contract we signed stated Darrel was to be paid as BACW’s Heavyweight champion. My check is cleared Teddy, and although Darrel might not need the money, I’m still looking at a number one fucking contender! Why is he not wearing my mother fucking God damn BELT!!!!
[Looking at Besolve and practically shaking from rage, Mr. Batee gets right into Besolve’s face and whispers.]
Mr. Batee: [Head tilted] Why did you do it son? To get back at me? Huh? Is that it? Maybe it was to hurt me? Right! That has to be it! You wanted to hurt me for all the wrongs I have done to you! Or wait… was it to show me that you have the power and I’m only a small part of this mega machine? Huh? Which one is it Besolve?
Darrel: [No response] …
[Pushing Batee off his person and breaking away from Teddy, Darrel heads towards his dressing room reaching for the knob.]
Mr. Batee: Don’t you turn your back on me you son of a bitch! Don’t you…
[SLAM!]
Mr. Batee: MOTHER-FUCKER!!!
[Darrel slams the door behind him and Mr. Batee sees red instantly.]
Teddy: He just lost his daughter! For Christ’s sake Batee, let me talk to him… please. I’ll make everything right again.
Mr. Batee: Let me tell you something Teddy, I don’t know why he did what he did out there, and right now, although I feel a ton of remorse for what he must be going through. I need him in that ring, next month against Spectre at America Bad ASS… and by the end of that show… I need my title around HIS waist. Whatever demons he’s fighting, exorcise them now, because if you don’t, I’ll exercise my right to sue his ass into the poor house. Am I clear?
Teddy: Crystal.
Mr. Batee: GOOD! Then make it happen!
[Slamming the pay per view contract into Teddy chest, the momentum pushes him against Darrel’s locker room door. Zooming in on the agreement, you can see…
MAIN EVENT
BACW Heavyweight Championship: 20 Foot Scaffold Match: (Free Fall Rules)
Champion’s Signature: [sign here]
Challenger’s Signature: [sign here]
[Pulling the shot back you can see Teddy gulp as he reads the stipulations.]
Teddy: He’ll sign it Batee. Don’t worry, he’ll sign it.
Mr. Batee: You better pray to God he does… Teddy! You better pray to God he does!
[End PPV]
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