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##Ladies and gentlemen please…Would you please bring you attention to me…For a feast for your eyes to see…An explosion of catastrophe! Like nothing you’ve ever seen before…Watch closely as I open this door…Your jaws will be on the floor…After this, you’ll be begging me for more!##
[Soon the video wall lights up and comes to life as the logo of the BWA fades in as is soon replaced of clips form the BWA’s past. Soon hundreds of different faces start to flash across the screen, giving us an idea of some of the superstars that have stepped foot into the Bayou over the years. The faces soon fade out and now many different titles belts appear, representing the different titles that the BWA has held in the past as well as the past champions.]
##Welcome to the show…Please come inside…Ladies and gentlemen…Boom! Do you want it? Boom! Do you need it? Boom! Let me hear it Ladies and gentlemen…Boom! Do you want it? Boom! Do you need it? Boom! Let me hear it…Ladies and gentlemen. ##
[We now get the first look the arena as we see that the entrance as the new diamond plated set sparkle in the blinking multi-colored lights. In the center is the entrance with neon light tubs surrounding the black curtain. To the right hand side is a large video wall and to the left hand side, are large diamond plated letters that stand 15 feet tall that spell out BWA. Above the entrance ramp is a large black banner that reads BWA: Welcome to the Bayou in yellow and blue lettering. On the entrance Ramp a small pyro explode as the fans cheer uncontrollably for the return of the Bayou.]
##Ladies and gentlemen good evening…You've seen that seeing is believing…Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding…Please check to see if you're still breathing…Hold tight cause the show it not over…If you will please move in closer…Your about to be bowled over…By the wonders you're about to behold here. ##
[On the video wall, new images emerge, images of BWA champions of the past flicker across the screen as well as scenes from some of the BWA’s more infamous matches. We see Derek Damon looking over his shoulder, leaping and attacking R.J. Harris with an Asia Moonsault. Harris catching Damon in mid air as he runs forward and slams him through the announce table with a running powerslam as the announcers scurry to get out of the way. In another clip we see Ken Cassidy not moving and Wizard pulling him to his feet, using the ropes for support…Pedigree…the fans have come out of their seat, cheering their approval as The Wizard drops down exhausted over the limp body of Ken Cassidy for the cover.
##Welcome to the show…Please come inside…Ladies and gentlemen.##
[We see Hunter Hill pointing up to the sky and getting a major fan reaction before picking up Echo and choke slamming him through the announce table. We see former BWA Heavyweight Champion, Malvosia hitting the Mitunoku Driver then staggering over to the turnbuckles only to come off with a flying elbow on Ryan Corey to beat the champ. We see former star, GRINN with the Reverse Viper lock on RJ Harris, Harris tapping and GRINN becoming the Mid South Champion. Fade in and see Paul Blake perched on top of the scaffolding at Santa’s Sack of Beatings seconds before he dives off the structure with R.J. Harris to put him through the light tube board with the Dawg Pound to win his first BWA Heavyweight title.]
##Boom! Do you want it? Boom! Do you need it? Boom! Let me hear it…Ladies and gentlemen…#
[ We see Angus James and Bryan Johnson quickly scrambling out of the way as Fusion takes flight from the top turnbuckle and spins around in the air before landing on “Homeless” Julius, driving him through the announce table. We now see “The Human Nailbomb” Dez Bradley and Ulfric engaged in a bloody battle for the LA state title, a last desperation move and Ulfric falling across Dez to get the three count and the win. We see “Crippler” Matt McClain and Hunter Simms fighting in a Hell in Cell cage for the right to be called the BWA Heavyweight Champion. We see Diablo choke slamming Mike Bell straight to hell to retain the BWA Heavyweight title at BWA’s Pay-per-view, Devils Dance.]
##Boom! Do you want it? Boom! Do you need it? Boom! Let me hear it…Ladies and gentlemen…#
[We now see “The White Knight” Steve Riggs with a boot to the midsection of Jason Havoc before driving him to the mat with the Fear Effect to unify the BWA Cajun Lightweight and Cajun Heritage titles. We see Blade ripping a fire extinguisher free from the wall before spraying Malvosia down a flight of stairs and into the boiler room with it. Hell Raiser is shown as he slowly picks up Fusion while the ref hits the mat as a giant explosion goes off around the ring raising a giant puff of smoke from underneath it which lingers in the air as the fans begins stomping and cheering waiting for the smoke to clear only to see the ref and both combatants are still laid out in the ring. Mike Bell, Diablo, “The Dawg” Paul Blake, “The Nightbringer” Ryan Cory, The Texas Outlaws, “Crippler” Matt McClain, “The Future” Seath McClure, Hunter Simms, Robert Stonehart, 80 Proof, Malik Johnson, Vince Webb, Ulfric, Travis Zahn, Trench, Jayzon Cage….their faces start flashing across the scene faster and faster now. ]
##Boom! Do you want it? Boom! Do you need it? Boom! Let me hear it…Ladies and gentlemen…#
[We see a hand reaching up through a hole in the ring to drag Derek Damon from view, The Casino death match with Dez Bradley leaving Tyler Cross bloody in a pile of wreckage. Fusion leaping off the top rope with the Atomizer onto The Wizard and hooking the leg as he and Pulverisor win the tag team titles. Next up is a clip of Killing Dance where Paul Blake lit a torch to cut a piece of metal in two pieces, then grabbed the metal and pressed the scalding hot pieces into the chest of ArchAngel who screams echoed throughout the gym.]
##Boom! Do you want it? Boom! Do you need it? Boom! Let me hear it…Ladies and gentlemen…#
[wee notice a new clip comes into view as Karl Fletcher and Mike Bell are fighting it out in an abandoned warehouse…we see Xavier bloody in the ring with Ulfric standing over him, a barbed wire bat in his hands. Pulverisor with the Drop of Faith on Brad Baggs to win the vacated LA State title. ArchAngel draping Tyler Lee across his back seconds before nailing him with the One Way Street then struggling, bloody and exhausted to roll an arm across him for the 3 count to become the Hardcore champion.
##Boom! Do you want it? Boom! Do you need it? Boom! Let me hear it…Ladies and gentlemen…#
[We see Fusion turning and catching a fist full of ArchAngel’s tights then hoisting him up into a vertical suplex position before dropping him down into a tombstone piledriver to become the first Cajun Ironman champion. Brad Baggs with a tremendous springboard moonsault onto then TV champion BZA. Mike Bell connecting with an atomic Arabian guillotine onto Terrence Harris.]
##Boom! Do you want it? Boom! Do you need it? Boom! Let me hear it…Ladies and gentlemen…#
[“The White Knight” Steve Riggs putting a ladder on top of a chair on the chest of Cruiserweight Champ Adam Burke before climbing to the top turnbuckle and leaping off with a shooting star press onto Burke. ArchAngel leaping off the top of a ladder with the Cast Down (five star frog splash) to put himself and Paul Blake through a flaming table to win the BWA heavyweight title in their classic Lights out match.
##Boom! Do you want it? Boom! Do you need it? Boom! Let me hear it…Ladies and gentlemen…#
[As the music slows to the final chorus of the song, the Titles that the BWA has housed over the years…]
##Boom!#
The BWA Tag Team Championship…
##Do you want it?#
The BWA Mid South Championship…
##Do you need it?#
and last but not least…the BWA Heavyweight Championship…
##Boom! Let me hear it!#
#Ladies and Gentlemen…
…The crowd is on their feet, ready for a night of unbelievable action to begin as the last notes of the song still linger in the New Orleans Arena. [LIVE! from the New Orleans Arena in New Orleans, Louisiana...The BWA proudly presents Resurrection!]
[Fade into the ringside area.]
BJ: Welcome to the Resurrection of the Bayou Wrestling Alliance. I'm Bryan Johnson...
[Not waiting to be introduced, Angus James chimes in on his own accord.]
AJ: And I'm Angus James.
BJ: Tonight is the night where the BWA rises up from the ashes, where some of the greatest wrestling talent ever will give it there....
[The lights begin to flicker]
AJ: Oh great, the world's best wrestling talent and the god damned power is going out. This is perfect.
[The lights go out completely and that causes a stir with the capacity crowd. As everyone is trying to figure what's going on, a spotlight hits the video wall and a sign pops up on the screen. Of all things, it's a sign that reads technical difficulty in huge letters on the screen, which doesn't seem to go over very well.]
[BOOS]
BJ: I don't believe this, I simply don't believe this.
AJ: Well you had better believe it be...
v/o: We are experiencing technical difficulties, please stand by.
AJ: Who said that?
[Another voice over hits the loud speakers. This time the voice is much deeper.]
v/o: Ladies and Gentlemen, please bare with us for just a few more moments.
BJ: Who is that? I don't recognize the voice?
AJ: Who cares, I'd be happy just getting the damn lights back on.
[The Bayou tron comes to life with the words "Pardon the Interruption."]
BJ: Pardon the Interruption?
AJ: Uhh...
BJ: Can someone please tell us what's going on here?
v/o: Technical difficulties solved, you can now resume with...
[Static]
[The video wall flickers continuously as Pardon the Interruption fades in and out with special emphasis on the word "THE".]
AJ: Give me a damn break will you. I didn't come back here for THIS.
[The screen goes blank for just a moment before the words "There is a natural solution to this problem" pops up.]
v/o: Shawn Rayner, ask and you shall receive.
BJ: (confused) Ask for what?
AJ: How the hell do I know? Apparently someone is playing games and didn't have the insight to include ME on the deal.
BJ: Maybe Shawn can shed some light on this?
AJ: Are you kidding me? The lights are out in the arena dumbass. He can't even shed light on us much less on...
[A light humming sound begins as the spot light that had been on the video wall goes off. As the humming sound gets slightly louder, the screen begins to flicker again as the words begin to fade in and out.]
BJ: Does this mean that we're going to get an answer from someone? from anyone?
AJ: No lights, no video wall, but at least the god damned loud speakers are working. But of everything that we could be listening to, it has to be some fucking humming sound?
[The words on the video wall fade out, well all the words except natural, which seems to linger as it drops to the lower part of the screen.]
BJ: Okay, so...
[BONG]
[BONG]
[BONG]
AJ: That's it, I give up. I can't take any more of this.
[Just as Angus begins to stand]
["Sirius" by the Alan Parsons Project begins to play and the whole arena erupts into cheers. The word "The" appears above the word "Natural" and Angus almost loses his balance as he struggles to get his earphones on.]
AJ: OH MY GOD!!
BJ: YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!
[Walking out from behind the curtain is none other than former BWA Heavyweight Champion "The Natural" Mike Bell. He stands there looking triumphant as pyro and flames shoot skyward towards the roof of the arena.]
AJ: MIKE BELL IS HERE!!
BJ: THE FORMER WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE NWA, THE WWA, AND PRACTICALLY EVERY RECOGNIZABLE ORGANIZATION THE WORLD OVER IS HERE!!
[Wearing conservative attire, Mike begins to make his way towards the ring, shaking hands with fans who have pushed their way against the security railing. Meanwhile, Bryan and Angus are still in complete shock. As Mike makes his way up the steel steps he is handed a house mic, and steps through the ropes. Before talking he takes the time to look around the arena, absorbing everything, not wanting to miss anything.]
[Mike raises the mic to his mouth but can't say anything. You can see that he is completely overwhelmed by the reaction that he is receiving. Some of the greatest moments in his life occurred in the very ring that he was standing in, and in front of this Louisiana fan base that was cheering at the top of their lungs.]
[He wipes a tear and again attempts to speak, only to hesitate because of the crowd noise. But of course in typical Angus James fashion, he's wanting to get things started and now realizes that the big hold up was Mike Bell.]
AJ: Just say something already. I can't believe that these fans are the reason for this hold up.
BJ: What are you talking about?
AJ: (now frustrated) These dumbass fans. The more that they cheer, the longer we have to wait before getting the show started. If they'll just shut the hell up, Bell will say whatever it is he needs to say and he'll get the hell out of the ring.
BJ: What's your problem Angus?
AJ: Look, I've been looking forward to bloodshed tonight and I'll be damned if I'm going to be cheated out of it. The longer that Bell stands there looking like a bump on a log, the longer I have to wait to see what Ulfric and his father Jack Logan has in store for each other.
BJ: Look Angus, we might be looking at something even bigger than that. What if Mike Bell is here tonight to say that he is coming out of retirement?
[A smile slowly comes to the face of Angus James. He remembers the final match between Mike Bell and Ulfric. He also remembers that there is a history with Matt McClain and Scott Logan as well.]
AJ: Oh man, If Bell's coming back...
Bell: When I heard that the Bayou was making a comeback, I thought to myself, how better to help bring her back than to come out here myself and explain what it means to guys like me.
BJ: Here it comes Angus.
Bell: You see, I remember what it was like to chase after the BWA Heavyweight Title. I remember what it was like to see big name after big name arrive into the area, hoping to secure a piece of history around their waists...
[Mike walks up to the ring ropes and leans on the top rope.]
Bell: Guys like Eric Dane, Michael Lennox, Diablo...
[pause]
Bell: Guys who brought the Bayou to the fore front in an over-demanding industry that left many broken and others lost in their own reckless pursuit of something that no matter how many times they won, they ended up the loser.
[pause]
Bell: Well tonight, Shawn Rayner finds himself in charge of a roster that could be bigger and better than anything that the Bayou has had to date. You've got Ulfric, Jack Logan, 80 Proof, Southern Hospitality, Trench, RJ Harris, Travis Zahn, Mike Sloan, Paul Blake, Bryan Smith, and even Vince Webb Sr. has agreed to make an appearance...
[He smiles]
Bell: But it seems to me that there is a name missing on the roster.
BJ: You're damn right there's a name missing...
AJ: I can see it right now Bryan. Ulfric vs Bell. I bet Rayner's mind is racing with the possibilities as we speak.
Bell: And that name is Scott Logan.
[The air is sucked clean out of the building.]
BJ / AJ: Huh?
Bell: That's right, the name missing on the roster is Scott Logan. Now I know what you're going to say Scott. You're going to say that your job is being the General Manager of the BWA, and not being a wrestler...
[The smile disappears]
Bell: But that didn't stop you from targeting my family, from sabotaging my runs at the BWA Heavyweight Title, and from trying to run me completely out of professional wrestling all together.
[The fans that remember this episode in BWA history immediately begin to boo. They remember the brutal beating that Bell's autistic son received at the hands of Scott Logan several years ago.]
Bell: So I just have to ask you Scott. When one of the guys on this roster decides to go after a championship title that you'll NEVER be good enough to hold, will you target him in the same manner that you targeted me?
[There is a cold icy stare coming from Mike Bell's face. At 6'5 and 260 pounds, the 32 year old could still possibly be a force in this wrestling business, but he removes all doubt of a possible come back.]
Bell: Will you make him want to stay at home and completely abandon this sport like you made me do?
BJ: DAMNIT!!
AJ: NOOO!!...BELL VS ULFRIC!!...IT HAS TO HAPPEN AGAIN!!
Bell: I tell you what Logan. Out of all the matches on this card tonight, the one that I would enjoy the most would be Scott Logan on a pole...
[pause]
Bell: And Rayner would give Ulfric and myself 15 minutes each to literally beat the shit out of you. So that way I would know that there would be no way on this God's green Earth that you could fuck up another man's career.
BJ: If I didn't know better, I would think that Bell was calling Scott Logan out.
AJ: Hey, that's even better. Book it Rayner.
BJ: He can't book it, Bell's not a wrestler in the BWA.
AJ: Hell, he's in the ring. All Logan has to do is just head on down here and I'm sure we could goad them into the rest.
Bell: But if I know you Logan, you'll just hide behind that General Manager position like the pussy that you are. You'll do something to someone on the roster, then use that influence of being GM to get your ass out of the fire. Guys like you Logan, they're a dime a dozen. But just remember one thing, one day you're going to screw around with the wrong person, and it will come back and bite you in the ass.
[The camera pans in tight]
Bell: Or maybe, just maybe, you've already screwed around with the wrong person. Because in case you haven't noticed, I'm a fan now. I can buy a ticket to any arena in this state, and be at any event that the BWA hosts.
[A devilish grin emerges.]
Bell: So if you get any thoughts about screwing with anyone like you did me... [pause]
Bell: Well, let's just say that I'll be watching you VERY closely.
[The fans erupt in cheers again as Mike drops the mic and steps through the ropes.]
BJ: The message to Scott Logan is loud and clear. You mess with the roster and he'll have to deal with "The Natural"…
AJ: That's it? That's what all of this was about?
BJ: The man tried to ruin his life not t mention destroy his family, so I can’t say I disagree with Bell at all! Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, we have a jammed pack card. In a Bayou Strap match “The Diceman” Travis Zahn goes one on one with “The Dark Horse” Mike Sloan.
AJ: We also have Father vs Son as Jack Logan takes on Ulfric in a Russian Chain Match that’s sure to be bloody! World has it that BOTH men asked for this type of match so you know there is some bad blood between father and son!
BJ: In a Last Man Standing Match, we are going to renew a blood feud as former BWA Louisiana State Champion, Trench, takes on former BWA Grand Slam Champion, RJ Harris. This is going to be the match of the night in my opinion.
AJ: in a TLC match it will be former BWA Heavyweight Champion “The Dawg” Paul Blake going one on one against long time BWA star, “The Spotlight” Bryan Smith where the winner will walk out $25,000.00 dollars richer! SHOW ME THE MONEY!
BJ: Will you control yourself please? And in the Main Event we are going to have a team that was the cornerstone in the Bayou for years, 80 Proof, Jim Beam and Jack Daniels meet Malik Johnson and Vince Webb Jr., better known as Southern Hospitality in a match that Jack and Jim made famous here in the Bayou, a BWA Bar Room Brawl!
AJ: Now that’s a damn main event baby! It would be ten times better if we had strippers as well Bryan!
BJ: Angus! There are kids here and watching on TV! Control yourself please!
AJ: What?!?!? They have to learn sometime right?
BJ: Here it is! The opening contest of Resurrection! A TLC Match with $25,000.00 at stake!
[Soon the lights dim and a Tear Away by Drowning Pool starts to crackle across the arena sound system as we see the new BWA President and CEO, Shawn Rayner, start walking towards the ring. He dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a brown pair of cowboy boots, and a crisp blue button down shirt that has the new BWA logo embroided on the upper chest. He makes his way to the ring with a mic already in hand as he slides between the ring ropes and waits for the crowd to die down a bit.]
BJ: What is President and CEO Shawn Rayner doing in the ring? I thought it was suppose to be Blake and Smith in a TLC match for $25,000 grand!
AJ: Please say he’s going to give me the $25,000 grand! Just think of all the strippers I can have!
[In ring]
Shawn Rayner: Welcome to the BWA Resurrection show. I’m very excited to be here in the home town of the BWA and I promise to you that I plan on making the BWA even bigger then it was in the past. I have contacted superstars from the Bayou’s past and I am in talks with new stars to help make the BWA stand out from all of the other federations out there.
Now as to the reason I am out here right now…we were suppose to have a TLC match, BUT it seems that Mr. Blake and Mr. Smith decided not to show up tonight. So I have a tough choice to make and It might piss a few people off and it might make a few people happy. Effective as of now, Paul Blake and Bryan Smith have been banned from the BWA and will not be reinstated until they issues a public apology not only to me, but the fans of the BWA as well. Both men will also face a stiff fine of $3,000.00 each for no showing Resurrection.
For the loyal fans of the BWA, I’m not going to screw you over, because I was smart enough to go ahead and have a few extra’s in the back and these two men have stepped up to the plate and have more or less bailed my sorry ass out of trouble. So Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to turn it over to Ring Announcer Mark Stevens for the opening match of Resurrection.
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is the opening match on BWA’s Resurrection Supershow, and it is a Submission match. Introducing first, hailing from Bedford, Mass, weight in at 260 pounds, this is Chris Spencer!
[The lights dim as the sounds of Disturbed's Down with the Sickness start to blare on the arenas sounds system. The music builds as the crowd’s starts to get into the music when all of a sudden Spencer steps out from behind the black curtain and is welcome with a roar from the crowd. He slowly walks to the ring and climbs in and races to each of the corners and raises his hands in the air as the crowd reacts with a louder pop.]
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: And his opponent…he hails from Houston, Texas and weights in at 235 pounds, “Crippler” Matt McClain!
[The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out the arena looking like streaking lightening. Soon, the sound of crashing waves, thunder, and howling winds fill the arena. They are soon joined by a shrill sound of sirens echoing though out the building.]
#SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU…SHUT UP….SHUT UP…SHUT UP…SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!
[A hush falls over the crowd leaving the arena in total darkness. With out warning, multi-colored lights start exploding through out the arena. The fans can now see that Matt McClain’s tron video has come to life as his theme, a remix of One Step Closer performed by Linkin Park, starts to rip though out the PA system. On his tron, a golden outline of a flame comes into sight as McClain’s cross slams into the flame as it sounds like steel hitting steel, and is quick to fade to black as his name is quick to fade in. Soon it starts to flash across the tron into various different fonts and colors. Behind his name, there are clips of The Submission Specialist winning past titles, making opponents tap to his Breaking Point as well as McClain hitting his Natural Disaster finisher.]
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK
#I FIND THE ANSWERS AREN’T SO CLEAR, I WISH I COULD FIND A WAY TO DISSAPPEAR…ALL THESE THOUGHTS THEY MAKE NO SENSE, I FOUND THIS IN INGRONCE, NOTHING SEEMS TO GO AWAY…OVER AND OVER AGAIN… JUST LIKE BEFORE!
[Out of no where, we see a man that appears to be rising up from the floor with both of his arms stretched out forming a human crucifix. Once he has risen like a phoenix from its ashes, McClain looks around the arena as a grin plays across his lips. The fans start to cheer at the mere sight of him, which is like music to his ears. McClain slowly raises both arms high into the air as the crowd roars with their approval. As he makes the slow walk to the ring, the multi-colored lights start to glisten off his skin. He's dressed in a pair of royal blue tights. On his left leg in a green colored material and outlined in white you see “CRIPPLER. On the opposite leg in the same green colored material outlined in white is McClain modified cross. McClain has his hands, wrist, and forearms tapped in a heavy black tape. His short light brown hair dangles slightly over his silver-framed Oakley’s, hiding his cold ice-white eyes from the fans behind the shimmering ice iridium lens.]
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO ME, BRINGS ME ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO…BREAK!
[As soon as McClain enters the ring, two spotlights bath him as he converges into the center of the ring where McClain appears frozen in place. His chiseled body, bathed in the pale blue light, is ridged. He soon breaks his stance by jerking up his arms high into the air. The cheer’s of the fans give him a sudden rush. With his arms out stretched high into the air, flash bulbs all over the arena pop with a bright white light. Slowly the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena.]
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO BREAK…
#I NEED A LITTLE ROOM TO BREAK, BECAUSE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE EDGE AND I’M ABOUT TO…BREAK!
BJ: IT’S McCLAIN! THE BWA’s GOLDEN CHILD HAS COME HOME! AND LOOK, HE’S WEARING THE SYMBOL THAT HE HELP MAKE FAMOUS IN THE BAYOU, A MSS SHIRT!!!
AJ: Will you shut the hell up? Good lord, you sound like your dating the man! “Oh it’s Matt McClain, he’s so good, he so cute, he’s my hero”…shut up Bryan…
BJ: Sorry, I got a little excited, but McClain is back in a BWA ring and he is still one of the deadliest men to ever step foot into a BWA ring, or any ring for that fact.
[Both men kept to the corner, making sure neither was the recipient of a sneak attack. They both make their way to the center of the ring and get nose to nose. Neither man is saying a word, their eyes are doing all the talking.]
BJ: How intense is that?
[We get a close up shot of McClain muttering the words “Come on”. With that, Spencer rears back and unleashes a vicious punch. The sound of Spencer’s fist being smashed against the side of McClain’s face is loud and brutal. McClain hunches over and gets back to a standing position. It’s now his turn as he unloads with a right. Again, it’s loud and thunderous; it takes Spencer down to one knee. He slowly rises. McClain makes a slowly waving motion at Spencer. Chris Spencer obliges by bouncing off the ropes, spinning and throwing all his body weight behind the punch. McClain is driven down to both knees. Clutching his arms together, McClain rises to his feet. He then bounces off the ropes. Doing the same thing, he spins and fires off a punch. Spencer is driven back, falling on his ass. He squints and rises to his feet.]
BJ: These men are just unloading punching on each other and it doesn’t even seem to be effecting each other!
AJ: Neither man is giving an inch in this stand off.
[McClain urges Spencer to do it again. Spencer takes a few steps towards the ropes but stops dead in his tracks and drop kicks an unsuspecting McClain.]
BJ: Ahhh, the cunning of Chris Spencer.
[Spencer grabs the arm of McClain as he stands up. He does a very slow turn into an arm ringer. He brings the arm down hard. As he goes for another one, but McClain counters with a hard strike to the face. The strikes continue to reign down on a diagonal path into the head of Spencer.]
BJ: McClain is unloading with those Muay Thai head strikes on Spencer.
[McClain whips Spencer across into the ropes. Once Chris comes back, he catches him on the fly for Gutwrench suplex, and McClain goes right into a arm bar.]
BJ: Spencer saw the move, but wasn’t able to counter.
[McClain holds tight on the arm and wrenches all of his weight and smiles as Spencer starts to cry out in pain. Spencer uses all of his strength to make it to the ropes and the ref calls for the break.]
BJ: Spencer makes it to the ropes forcing Matt to break the hold.
AJ: This is vintage Matt McClain, Pecker-face. Pick out the most important body part then sink your teeth into it like a pit-bull. McClain drags Spencer back to the middle of the ring and locks in a front chancery.
[McClain continues with the pressure. The referee is in Spencer‘s face but he won’t have any of it. Chris begins to stir, rising to his knee even as McClain is lying on the mat with the arm bar locked in.]
BJ: Look at this power by Spencer! He was more a less a unknown here in the Bayou before, but he seems to be on his game tonight!
AJ: WOW!
[The crowd is even impressed as Spencer has gotten into a standing position against a submission master in Matt McClain. Spencer has hoisted McClain up with the help of the ropes and then….]
Jackson: POWERBOMB!!!
BJ: Spencer is on a roll!
AJ: As much as I hate Spencer, even I must admit that was impressive.
BJ: Incredibly so.
[Spencer is seen trying to shake off his arm. He grabs McClain and hits him with a snap suplex. He then lifts the back of McClain up and executes a kick to the back.]
BJ: Spencer is showing he can go with the smaller and faster wrestler as he uses his power to keep them grounded.
[Spencer steps over the back of McClain, lifts him up and sends him back down with a cobra clutch leg sweep. He quickly begins raining down knee drops to the side of McClain’s head. He then grabs the left arm of Matt and locks in a Kimura arm lock.]
BJ: Kimura arm lock by Spencer!!! He’s showing that he can go with a submission specialist in McClain.
AJ: That looks really painful, how much pain can the wrist of McClain endure?!?!
BJ: Just remember that Matt McClain has never tapped out before.
[Matt looks like he is withering in pain. He slowly begins to force his way, by way of his right arm and leg, towards the ropes. He finally gets close enough to latch his leg on the rope, forcing a break.]
BJ: If McClain didn’t have that superior upper body strength, he wouldn’t have been able to reach the ropes…
AJ: Which would’ve meant a snapped wrist.
[Spencer drags McClain to the center of the ring before locking up a short arm scissors with a neck stretch.]
BJ: Duck and Cover submission by Chris Spencer.
AJ: You know what Spencer is doing here, right?
BJ: Trying to make McClain submit?
AJ: Besides that, smart ass. He’s showing the best submission men in the history of the BWA that he is right up there along side him.
[While McClain is refusing to submit, his “no” is a lot less forceful as earlier.]
BJ: Spencer is wearing down McClain piece by piece, the same game plan that McClain always uses in matches like this.
[McClain, after a good 30 seconds, begins to twist and turn his legs. With a hop and a burst of strength, he charges forward sending Spencer right under the bottom rope. McClain is able to grab on to the apron and prevent himself from also flying to the floor.]
AJ: The “Crippler” put everything he had into that move.
BJ: It worked but at what cost?
[Matt is struggling to get to his feet. It allows Spencer to get to his feet. Spencer is quick to notice it and charges at McClain. He goes for a baseball slide but notices Spencer ducking out of the way. Matt leaps on to the apron and quickly off the second rope….]
BJ: Sky Twister Press from the second ropes!!!!!!
[The crowd pops as McClain hits a picture perfect second rope Corkscrew Moonsault Splash . Both men are on the ground but Matt is to his feet first. He Irish Whips’ Spencer into the guardrail then charges in, squashing Spencer’s’ head between his boot and the rail.]
BJ: Matt looks like he is getting fired up.
AJ: Which is bad news for Spencer.
[Matt tosses Spencer in the ring. Matt makes it to the ring apron as Spencer is still laying on the mat. In one leap McClain makes to the top rope….]
BJ: Phoenix Splash!!!
AJ: Top Rope Somersault Splash with Twist!!!
BJ: McClain locking on a Tequila Sunrise! He’s looking for the win! The ref looking for the top out from Spencer!
Chris Spencer: NOOOOOOOOOOO!
AJ: Spencer screaming no!
[Spencer inches his foot to the ropes and after several minutes of fighting, Spencer manages to get his toe on the ropes, and forces the ref to tell McClain to break the hold. McClain right back to his feet and sends Spencer into the ropes. Matt comes back and plants Spencer’s face into the mat with a face crusher.]
BJ: Things are not looking too good for Spencer.
[Matt positions him then heads to the top rope.]
BJ: The “Crippler” smells blood.
AJ: He’s going for the jugular.
[Matt leaps off the top….]
BJ: Top rope clothesline!!!!!
AJ: NO! NO! SPENCER MOVES!!!
BJ: Matt hits the mat with his top rope clothesline.
AJ: He went to the well one too many times with the high risk.
[Both men are down and slow to get up. They stand at roughly the same time. Matt takes a wild shot with a lariat but Spencer ducks…..]
AJ: Kick to the gut!
BJ: Fisherman’s Buster!!!!
[Spencer’s’ is up and looks pumped. He whips Matt into the turnbuckle. He charges in and hits McClain with a knee strike to the head. He quickly whips Matt into the ropes and catches him in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.]
BJ: Spencer is up and waiting for McClain.
AJ: He looks like he is sizing him up for something, Bryan.
BJ: And that it is!
AJ: THUNDERKICK ‘88!!!
BJ: What a move!
[The crowd, who has been behind McClain most of the match, is applauding the great effort both are delivering. Spencer locks Matt in…..]
BJ: HERE IT COMES!!!!
AJ: NO! MATT SLIPS OUT!
BJ: BREAKING POINT!!! MATT HITS HIS BREAKING POINT!
AJ: Yeah but they were too close to the ropes!
[Both men get up. Spencer charges but McClain ducks. McClain leaps up across the shoulders of Spencer and rolls him up...]
BJ: The “Crippler” with a Rolling Canadian Maple Leaf!
AJ: A what???
BJ: A rolling single leg crab.
AJ: well why did you just say so from the start….have to call things by names I have no idea what they are…
[McClain pull with all of his weight and looking for Spencer to tap out. Spencer is trying to push up out of the single leg crab.]
BJ: I can’t believe it! Spencer is pushing out!
AJ: Chris just used his free leg to push McClain off and hobbles over to the top rope and starts climbing??? What the hell is this dumbass doing?
[Spencer is taking a long time to make it to the rope and as soon as he does, Matt makes it to his feet. Matt turns around in time to see Spencer leaping off of the top turnbuckle and in the blink of an eye…]
BJ: BREAKING POINT!!!
AJ: Damn that was out of nowhere! McClain snatched Spencer out of mid-air and caught him with the Breaking Point! Amazing!
BJ: There it is! Tap out by Spencer! It was too much for him, he couldn’t hang on any more!
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, via submission, “Crippler” Matt McClain!
BJ: Just like old times, Matt McClain on the winning side of things here in the Bayou.
AJ: Look at this, Shawn Rayner is getting into the ring with the $25,000 grand!
[In Ring]
Shawn Rayner: Matt McClain, as the winner of the match, you are entitled to the $25,000 that was suppose to go the winner of the TLC match. Also, I happen to have a open contract should you ever want to step into the ring here in the BWA again Mr. McClain.
[Matt grabs the briefcase with the money and opens it up. A quick glance and Matt makes his way out of the ring and stops and looks back at Rayner who has a big smile on his face. Matt looks at the briefcase again and then back at Rayner and opens the briefcase and dips his fist and grabs a fist full of the money and throws it out to the fans around the ring side area.
AJ: Matt please I want some of the money! PLEASE!
[Shawn Rayner stands in the ring and claps his hands at what Matt has done with the $25,000.]
[ On the video wall the cameras seem to be backstage as a dark figure walks down one of the hallways backstage ]
BJ: What's this?
[ The scene switches to the camera backstage, as the dark figure gets closer. ]
AJ: Wait a second, that's TRENCH!!!
[ Trench raises his head to reveal it to be true, as a roaring sound of the fans cheering could be heard in the background. ]
BJ: I wonder what he's doing.
[ He stops and cracks his neck, before looking to his left at a door, the camera pans to the name plate on the door to reveal it to be the BWA's general manager Scott Logan's office. ]
AJ: What's he doing at Scott Logan's office?
[ He takes a deep breath and pushes open the door before walking in, leaving the camera man outside. ]
BJ: I'm not sure, hopefully we'll find out later tonight though.
[The camera cuts to outside the arena. Cars are littered throughout the parking lot and some fans are gathered outside, those unfortunate not to receive any tickets for the nights return of the BWA . The camera sits still, panned at what appears to be nothing.]
BJ: And we are going backstage to what appears to be the …parking lot?
AJ: Isn’t that your car right there? The one on the cinder blocks holding up the rest of that junk?
BJ: NO! I happen to have a little more class than that…it’s a cavalier thank you very much.
Yeah that’s SOOO much better…
[A white limo slowly pulls into the seen as the camera suddenly jerks forward and makes its way to closer to the car. As the tires slowly stop turning, the driver of the limo gets out and heads to the trunk, pulling out a black traveling bag. He lifts the handle up and lets the bag rest on its wheels.]
AJ: Who can this be?
[The driver opens the side door as the camera gets up close, trying to peek inside. It quickly backs up as a figure steps out.]
BJ: It’s Travis Zahn! The Diceman has returned to the Bayou!
AJ: Awesome!! The Diceman Cometh!
BJ: What are you twelve??
[Travis steps out of the limo as he buttons the top and middle buttons of his black suit coat, grinning with emotion. His eyes are covered by a pair of black Oakleys, his black hair tied back in a pony tail. The fans outside begin hootin and hollerin.]
Zahn: It’s good to be back home…Good to be BACK home.
[Travis continues to smile as he grabs the handle of his traveling bag and tosses the limo driver a couple dollars, most of which fall to the ground. As Travis begins walking into the arena, you can see the driver quickly bending down to pick up the bills before they fly away.]
AJ: It’s good to see Zahn back where he belongs.
BJ: It should add a great deal to this new beginning for the Bayou.
[Zahn continues to smile as he makes his way past the camera and into the back entrance of the arena. The camera stops following as we see Zahn disappear into the dark.]
[Ring side]
BJ: Angus, so far we have seen Mike Bell, Matt McClain hand out $25,000 to the fans and the return of the Travis Zahn, what else are we going to see tonight?
AJ: Strippers?
BJ: Oh come on, knock it off will you…please control yourself!
AJ: What can I say…it’s a gift!
Lets go to the ring and Mark Stevens for the next match.
[Ring]
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is set for one fall and it is a Last Man Standing Match! Introducing first, he hails from Spokane, Washington , and weighs in at 255 pounds, this is the Vagabond, RJ Harris!
[The sounds of Mighty Raw’s, Vagabond start to crackle on the arena’s PA system. As the arena goes black as a lone crimson spotlight focuses on the entranceway as a child’s voices over powers the music.]
1...2...Harris is coming for you…
3...4...Better lock your door…
5...6...Pray to your crucifix
7...8...Better train really late
9...10. You will never wrestle again.
[As soon as the child’s voice fades, the arena goes silent and with out warning a large pyro goes off on the ramp and “The Vagabond” himself explodes out of the back. Harris makes a quick dash to the ring as he slides under the ropes and hits each of the turnbuckles and raises his arms as the crowd cheers for the former BWA Grand Slam Champion..
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: And his opponent…he hails from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is a former BWA Louisiana State Champion, this is Trench!
AJ: And here we go, this is a match we've all been waiting for!
BJ: You can say that again! Trench and RJ Harris have had many of matches, many of bloody matches may I add, and I'm sure this will be no different!
AJ: Yeah these two I don’t think ever liked each other, and they have one more chance to prove that in must moments!
[The whole arena fades to black as " Spit it out" by Slipknot blasts over the P.A. system.. Suddenly red strobes lights begin to flicker uncontrollably all over the arena seconds into the song, as smoke begins to rise from the entrance way. ]
Did you never gave a damn in the first place"
"Maybe its time you had the tables turned"
"Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved "
"And the verdict is guilty "
[The red strobe lights stop, and the arena falls to darkness once again, before a huge red explosion rumbles the arena at the top of the entry ramp. ]
" TRENCH!! TRENCH!!! TRENCH!!! "
[The fans scream at the top of they're lungs awaiting the man once referred to as the hatred of the bayou ]
BJ: These fans are going crazy right now!!!!
[Out of the smoke in front of the entrance way Trench slowly walks out, dressed in his black leather trench coat, black tights and black shirt with his new "T" symbol on both, with his head down as the fans go even more crazy ]
AJ: And there he is!!
[He lifts his head to reveal a sadistic grin on his face, before widely punching himself in the head and walking down the ramp with his fist high up in the sky. ]
BJ: And he looks ready for a fight, this is gonna be good..
[He begins to walk up the ring steps but stops, and looks all over the arena at the fans going absolutely crazy. ]
AJ: These fans seem to be very happy to see Trench.
BJ: You can say that again!
[He walks up to the apron and steps over the second rope. ]
AJ: Wait... There seems to be something under Trench's shirt though. Do you see that?
BJ: Yeah, what is that? A belt?
AJ: I'm not sure, were about to find out though....
[Both men stand across the ring from each other with a stare of pure hatred ]
AJ: Trench has still not taken his trench coat off
BJ: Yeah something is going on here
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: Ladies and Gentleman... I've just been informed by President and CEO Shawn Rayner AND General Manager Scott Logan!
[Trench begins to take his trench coat off, and hands it to the referee ]
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: That this match is for the…BWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
[The fans go crazy in response, as Trench takes his shirt off, to reveal the BWA Heavyweight Championship. ]
AJ: OH MY GOD!!!!
BJ: WHAT!!?? I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!
AJ: I don't think anybody could! RJ Harris even looks surprised!!!!
BJ: But why is Trench holding the title? Do you think that’s why he went Scott Logan's office earlier tonight?! Remember what Mark Stevens said, that Shawn Rayner also instructed that this match to be for the BWA Title, so who gave Trench the Title?
AJ: I'm sure that’s why, but why would Logan or Rayner give the title to Trench?
BJ: I don't know, does this mean Trench is already the champ? Or did Rayner and Logan just give the title to Trench to bring out to the ring?
BJ: This will just add onto the classic matches these two have had with each other. From four corners of Pain, and Cage Matches for the SSW Heavyweight title back when BWA and SSW were merged, to now a Last Man Standing Match for the BWA Heavyweight title, this is just out of control, and the fans are loving it!
AJ: If you would have told me we were going to see a new Champ the first show back I would have laughed... But now this is actually happening, and I can hardly believe it!
[DING, DING, DING ]
[As the bell rings RJ Harris and Trench rush towards the center of the ring, and get into each other’s faces ]
BJ: AND HERE WE GO!
[Trench pushes Harris out of his face, before Harris comes back with a push of his own. ]
AJ: Both men shoving each other
[They get back into each other’s face, as Harris steps back and smacks Trench, Trench steps back and holds his face before smacking him back ]
BJ: I can see it now that this one is not gonna be pretty.
[Harris steps back and both man begin to circle each other. ]
AJ: You can say that again!
[They lock up, both men trying to over power the other…Trench pushes Harris into the corner, as Harris struggles back and pushes Trench into the opposite turnbuckle…Harris breaks the hold and swings in back of Trench while holding his arm, before getting Trench into a headlock. ]
BJ: Harris with a headlock
[Trench manages to get out of the hold, and throws Harris to the ropes, Harris bounces back with a clothsline, but Trench ducks it and grabs him in position for a back body drop, Harris reverses and lifts Trench up into the air. ]
AJ: R.J now with a back body drop! Wait! Trench reverses and lands on his feet!
[Trench lands on his feet and gets Harris into his own headlock, Harris reverses and throws him to the ropes, Trench comes back with a clothsline, Harris ducks and runs to the opposite ropes. ]
BJ: Harris goes for a clothsline! Trench ducks it!
[Both men bounce off the ropes, picking up speed each second while running towards one another. ]
BJ & AJ: DOUBLE CLOTHSLINE!!!!!!
[Both men collide into each other with a thunderous double clothsline. ]
BJ: And both men are down!
AJ: This fight has been pretty even so far, both Trench and RJ Harris want this one bad!
[Both men down and the ref starts the ten count…]
1…
2…
3…
BJ: Trench is the first one to his feet and he goes after Harris, but Harris quick to use a leg sweep and brings Trench down again.
[Harris up and runs towards the ropes and bounces off and drops an elbow on the BWA Champion. The crowd cheers as the challenger starts to gain the advantage. Harris now pulling up Trench as both men now face to face with each other.]
BJ: Look at that cocky smirk on Trench’s face! It could get him into a lot of trouble tonight!
AJ: Look at this! Harris just bitch slapped Trench! Did Harris grow a set of balls since he was last here in the BWA?
BJ: Harris does look to have something about him tonight, a new edge if you will!
[Harris with a collar and elbow tie up and he whips Trench into the ropes, and follows up with a monkey flip which lands Trench on the other side of the ring! Harris is quick to drop a elbow on the prone Trench, trying to soften him up a little. It seems the early control is working out to Harris’s advantage. Harris picks up the smaller Trench and sets him up for what looks like a powerbomb and instead of back up and dropping him in the middle of the ring, he powerbombs Trench into the turnbuckle.]
BJ: Trench can be in serious trouble here! Harris could have just seriously hurt Trench, but not put him out of wrestling for good!
AJ: The hell you say! I thought I say a smile on Trench’s face…Damn you just love stating the obvious don’t you Bryan?
BJ: Shut up and call the match and do your job!
AJ: Pissy aren’t you? Who peed in your Cheerios this morning?
[Trench is one the mat holding his lower back and looks to be in bad shape. Harris takes advantage and drops knee after knee into the same spot where his lower back hit the turnbuckle The anger in RJ is starting to show as he starts to turn it up a bit.]
AJ: Jesus, Harris has gotten a mean streak, he keeps this up and I could become his only fan!
BJ: He's showing a lot of intensity tonight! It seems that Trench is O.K. for the powerbomb into the turnbuckle, but looks like he’s a little tender in the lower back.
AJ: Captain Obvious strikes again!
BJ: Harris goes to Pick up Trench again. As Trench makes it to his feet Harris goes for a right hand, but Trench blocks it and nails Harris with a right of his own! Trench tries for another right abut Harris sees it coming and blocks it and connects with a right of his own knocking Trench down to the mat.
[Harris picks up Trench by the hair and sends him into the ropes…Trench off the ropes as Harris goes for a clothesline, but Trench ducks and bounces off the ropes and nails Harris with a thunderous clothesline.]
BJ: That damn near took off Harris’s head. Now it seems that things have shifted to Trench’s favor. Harris never saw it coming! Trench now going for a little high risk by going to the top rope…
AJ: Missile drop kick on Harris!
BJ: Nothing gets past you does it?
AJ: {smiling} Nope!
BJ: Trench is up again and he now hits a standing moonsault, landing across the throat of Harris. The ref is starting to count as Trench gets a breather.
1…
2…
3…
4…
BJ: Harris now starting to get to his feet and the ref stops his count.
AJ: Trenchy looks pissed that Harris is even getting up.
BJ: Trench now sliding out of the ring and is looking for something under the ring as Harris is still dazed.
AJ: Ohhh, Trenchy has a electric cord and he has a nasty little smile on his face! I can only guess what he is going to do with that.
[Trench slowly slides back into the ring and stares down Harris before cocking back and unleashing the cord across the back of RJ. Harris screams out in pain as Trench unloads a few more shots as Harris’s back is already turning red.]
BJ: Trench telling the ref to make the count!
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
AJ: Holy shit! Harris is somehow getting up! I can’t fuc…
BJ: ANGUS!
AJ: What?!? What’s wrong?!?!?
BJ: You’re mouth! You can’t say that, we are on national television! You’re going to be fined or fired!
AJ: No shit?!?
BJ: Ahhhh!
[Trench cocking back for another shot with the cord, but Harris catches him with a kick to the knee which forces Trench to drop the cord and grab his knee. Harris is a little slow to his feet, but makes sure that he grabs the electrical cord and quickly slips behind Trench and wraps it around trenches neck, chocking him out!]
BJ: Harris is looking for a little revenge and he is using all of his weight to pull that cord tight against Trench’s throat! He’s looking to take out Trench tonight once and for all and end this nasty little feud that have had over the last few years.
AJ: Harris just tossed Trench to the turnbuckle with the electrical cord and threw it out of the ring…Harris has grown a set, I can’t believe it!
[Harris begins to stomp Trench while he is down in the corner, before he picks him up to his feet and climbs to the second turnbuckle. ]
FANS: ONE!!!
[ The fans begin to chant as Harris begins to punch Trench directly in the face. ]
FANS: TWO!!!!!!! THREE!!!!! FOUR!!!!! FIVE!!!!!! SIX!!!!
BJ: Harris bumbling Trench right now!
FANS: SEVEN!!!!
[Trench finally blocks one of RJ's punches and tosses him off the turnbuckle, making him land directly on his back, before stumbling up onto the ropes. ]
BJ: Trench seems to be a little dazed! Wait!
[Trench pushes himself off the turnbuckle and launches towards Harris, clothslining him over the ropes]
AJ: And Harris now clothslined out of the ring, what is Trench gonna do now?
[Trench stumbles back a bit, still dazed from the assault in the corner by Harris.. He looks at Harris as he begins to stand up, before running to the opposite side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes and running straight towards Harris. ]
BJ: OH MY GOD!!!
[Trench leaps right over the top rope and lands onto Harris, causing both of them to hit the floor very hard. ]
AJ: HOLY SHIT! I didn’t know Trench could fly!
BJ: Cut it out Angus! It looks like the referee will be counting both men out right now, since both Trench and Harris have both shoulders down.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
BJ: Looks like both men are starting to move…
4!!!!
5!!!!!!!!
6!!!!!!!
[Trench grabs onto the ring apron, as Harris begins to push himself to his feet. ]
7!!!!!!
8!!!!
[Both men get to they're feet, and stumble back into each other, both turning around swinging at one another ]
BJ: Getting right back to the action.
[Harris gets the upper hand, making Trench stumble back a bit before Trench blocks one punch and knees Harris in the stomach. ]
AJ: A knee to the stomach…Trenchy making a come back!
[Trench then whips Harris into the hard metal post of the turnbuckle. ]
BJ: Trench sends Harris right into the metal post! Looks like they are getting closer to us now, this can't be good!
[Harris falls to the floor holding his shoulder, as Trench walks towards the time keeper. ]
AJ: What’s Trenchy doing here?
[Trench throws the time keeper time and takes the steel chair he was sitting on. ]
BJ: Oh no, looks like Trench is bringing a steel chair into this now.
[Harris starts to get up, seeing Trench walking up to him with a steel chair ready to swing.]
AJ: TRENCH SWINGS! AND HE MISSES!! HARRIS ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!
[Harris rolls out of the way as Trench hits the floor with the steel chair, Harris quickly rushes to the commentary table and gets a steel chair of his own. ]
BJ: HARRIS WITH A CHAIR OF HIS OWN NOW!!!
[Trench turns around to see Harris with a chair, just in time as he swings it towards him ]
AJ: Harris swings the chair at Trenchy!
[Trench quickly blocks the shot with his own steel chair and shoves Harris back before ]
CRACK!
BJ: OH! Trench just impaled that chair over Harris's head!
AJ: BUT HARRIS ISN'T GOING DOWN!
[Harris stumbles back, but does not fall.. ]
CRACK!
AJ: HOLY SHIT! HARRIS ANSWERS TRENCH RIGHT BACK!
BJ: These is crazy! Both men are beating the hell out of each other with steel chairs
[Back and forth they hit each other over the head, either man ready to fall down. ]
CRACK!
BJ: TRENCH IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN!
CRACK!
AJ: OH MY GOD! SO IS HARRIS NOW!
BJ: HOW ARE THEY BOTH STILL STANDING!!!???
FANS: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
[Both bloody messes, Trench and Harris refuse to go down, repeatedly hitting each other with no mercy towards the other, before both men stumble back finally collapse onto the floor]
AJ: Looks like either man has anything left in that chair fight!
BJ: This match is getting out of control!
AJ: And it looks like the referee is gonna start to count both Trench and RJ Harris out once again!
BJ: This might be it!
[Ref counts]
1!
2!
3!
AJ: Could it be that neither man can get up!???
4!
5!
BJ: This match might just come to a draw ladies and gentleman!!!
6!
[R.J and Trench start to move as they both hear the referee counting them out ]
7!
[Both men begins to try and push themselves up ]
8!
[Trench grabs hold of the commentary table, as RJ Harris gets a grip of the barricades ]
BJ: Both of them better hurry up!
9!
10....
[Both men jump to the feet and shake it off, still very dazed from the chair fight. ]
AJ: NO! They both made it up in time!
BJ: I was almost sure this one was done!!!
[ Harris pulls Trench by the hair over to the steel steps. ]
BJ: I really couldn’t tell you how these guys are still going!
[ RJ looks into Trench's face and yells something at him, before he slams his head into the steel steps numerous times. ]
AJ: Now Harris is cracking Trench's skull against the steel steps, this has to be over soon!
[Trench stops himself from hitting the steps with his foot, and elbows Harris in the stomach, causing him to release his grip from his hair.]
BJ: Both these guys are bloody as all hell, I wouldn't be surprised if both of them pass out from lose of blood soon.
[With a burst of energy Trench jumps up on top of the steps and leaps off, going for a bulldog. ]
BJ: Bulldog from the top steps! WAIT!!! HARRIS REVERSES!
[Harris grabs onto Trench and throws him right on the entry ramp.]
AJ: OH! Harris throws Trench right on the entry ramp!
BJ: And it looks like R.J is now looking for something underneath the ring!
AJ: Oh no! Not another chair!
[As the referee almost begins to count Trench out for the count, Harris grabs him by the hair and picks him up to his feet, before dragging him up the ramp towards the Video wall. ]
AJ: By the looks of it, Harris is looking to make sure that Trench is gonna stay down
BJ: Now both men at the top of the ramp, this next move on each man's part can cost him the match!
[Harris whips Trench into the entry way, crashing him right into a steel bar. ]
AJ: Trench looks like he's had it.
[As Trench leans against the steel bar, Harris leans back with steel chair in hand, looking to end the match.. He swings.. ]
AJ: Oh no!
[Just in time Trench jumps out of the way, causing Harris to hit the steel bar. ]
BJ: And Trench with A LOW BLOW!!!!
[Harris falls to the floor in pain, as Trench grabs the chair and pushes himself to his feet. ]
AJ: Now Trench in the drivers seat, I can't believe his still able to even move!
[Trench picks Harris up to his feet, and places the edge of the steel chair to RJ's throat. ]
BJ: What's Trench doing here!???
AJ: He could kill Harris with this move right now!! What’s he thinking!!!??
[Trench leans back, holding the chair tightly to Harris's throat. ]
BJ: NO!
[Trench goes to hit the other end of the chair onto the entry way, crushing Harris's throat.]
AJ: Wait! Harris stopping the impact with his foot!
BJ: I can't believe how much fight is left in both men! They will not let the other man win here!
[ Harris uppercuts Trench, and grabs the chair. ]
CRACK!
[ Harris whacks the chair over Trench's head once again, as Trench stumbles back towards the edge of the entranceway. ]
AJ: Harris getting the advantage here! THIS COULD BE IT!!!!!
CRACK!
BJ: Trench is getting awfully close to that edge!!!
CRACK!
[Harris hits him once again, not stopping till he sees him fall ]
AJ: TRENCH JUST HOLDING ON!
[Harris leans back for one last shot, hoping for it to be the end. ]
BJ: THIS IS IT! TRENCH IS DONE!
AJ: What the hell?!?!?!? Why is Matt McClain out here.
BJ: I don’t know but he’s right behind Harris and he has a chair!
CRACK!
AJ: McClain just smashed Harris in the back of the head with a steel chair!
BJ: Harris is down! Harris is Down! Matt McClain just laid out RJ Harris!
[Trench looks confused! He picks up Harris’s lifeless body…]
BJ: DROP OF HATE!!!!
Fans: HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHITT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
[ Both men drop off the entrance, and slam into a pile of wires, causing many sparks shoot up into the air. ]
AJ: I think they are both dead!!!!
BJ: What a move by Trench!
[ Ref counts ]
1!
BJ: Trench with the Drop of Hate! McClain’s chair shot to the back of Harris’s head!
2!
AJ: I can't believe what I saw! I was almost sure Harris was gonna win it right there!
[ No movement is shown by either man. ]
3!
BJ: This has been one of the most exciting, unpredictable matches we've ever witnessed!!
4!
AJ: You can say that again! This is just nuts!
5!
BJ: I don't think either R.J. Harris or Trench are getting up from that one!
6!
AJ: How will the BWA Heavyweight title be decided then if either man gets up right now!?
7!
[ A bit of movement is shown from both Trench and R.J. ]
BJ: NO WAY! BOTH MEN ARE BEGINNING TO MOVE!!!!
AJ: THEY JUST WON'T QUIT!! YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE BOTH OF THESE GUYS WANT THE BWA HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!!!
8!
[ Trench pushes himself to one knee, as Harris does the same only a few feet away, both covered in
they're own blood. ]
BJ: Both men to one knee!!!
AJ: The BWA Heavyweight title is in the inches away from both RJ Harris and Trench's clasp!!! Who will get up in time!!!????
9!
BJ: HERE IT IS!! THIS LAST SECOND WILL MAKE HISTORY!!!!!
[ Both men shaking, and not one hundred percent sure of where they are try to push themselves to they're. ]
10!
[ Just in time Trench gets to his feet, as Harris falls back down. ]
BJ: OH MY GOD! TRENCH!
AJ: TRENCH IS OUR NEW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
[ DING, DING, DING!!!]
[ Trench stumbles out of the pile of wires that are now covered in blood with his fist high up in the sky]
AJ: TRENCH FINALLY DID IT!
BJ: AFTER YEARS OF GETTING SO CLOSE! TRENCH HAS FINALLY WON THE BWA HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! THE WINNER OF THE MATCH, AND NEW BWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!TRENCH!
[ Medics rush out to assist both Trench and RJ Harris, but Trench rudely pushes them away from him, as he makes his way towards the ring. ]
BJ: And it looks like our new champ is making his way towards ringside!!
[ Trench stumbles down the ramp, as every fan in the arena are on they're feet going wild ]
TRENCH! TRENCH! TRENCH! TRENCH!
[ The fans cheer on the top of they're lungs, as Trench rolls into the ring, smearing his own blood everywhere he goes. ]
BJ: I can not believe my eyes! Trench in his first match back in over two years, has just conquered the BWA Heavy Weight title by defeating one of his all time rivals RJ Harris!
[ The Referee slides into the ring with the BWA Heavyweight title, as Trench half dead from the match awaits him in the middle of the ring. ]
AJ: This is a moment Trench has been waiting for, for a very, very long time!
[ The referee reaches the title as Trench snatches it from his hands, and holds it close to his face, getting his blood all over it's beautiful gold plating ]
BJ: Look at the sadistic look in his eyes as he stares down the BWA title!
AJ: This guy is out of his mind, but deserves this more then anybody I can possibly think of right now...
["Spit it out" by slipknot blasts over the P.A. system, as Trench gives a roar and raises his BWA Heavyweight title up into the air, punching himself with his free hand as the fans cheer even louder then before. ]
BJ: Every fan in this arena right now are loving this!
[ Trench walks over to the far right corner of the ring and manages to pull himself on top of the second turnbuckle. ]
AJ: This is a moment none of us will forget.. When Trench finally captured what he chased for four years.. .The BWA Heavy Weight title..
[ Trench raises the title up in the air once again, as fire works shake the arena above him in the rafters.]
BJ: I still can not believe my eyes! A new champ has been crowned on our first show back!! This is truly a Resurrection for the BWA!!
[ Trench jumps down from the turnbuckle and once again holds the title up close to his face, breathing heavy with a crazy look on his face.]
AJ: But there are still questions to be answered. Like while did Scott Logan allow Trench to wear the title out to the ring? And why Did Matt McClain help Trench win the match?
BJ: I'm sure we will find out soon enough.
[The camera goes backstage once again to the locker room area that we have become accustomed to over the years. Same shot, same footage, yet we tune in to see what could possibly happen. The shot is a plain room, white walls, a random plastic plant in the corner, a couple of folding chairs sprawled around the quarters.]
[The camera pans around the room until it focuses on the back of a figure wearing a black, pink and white striped dress shirt with a black pony tail hanging above the neckline. With hands on the hips of a pair of black Dockers, the figure slowly turns his head to the right side, spotting the camera and smirks.]
[Oh that smirk…it’s recognizable by now.]
[There is no interviewer, simply straight up camera shot.]
Zahn: Well, Well…tonight is finally the night that the BWA has come back to life.
[“The Diceman” Travis Zahn continues his turn until he is face to face with the camera.]
Zahn: It’s been awhile since The Diceman has been to the Bayou, but I must admit it does feel good to be back home…to the place where it all started some odd years ago. I can still feel the humid arena air and the pounding of boo’s and cheers, so loud it makes the hairs on anyone’s neck stand up.
[Travis puts his left hand in his pocket as his right remains out, using hand gestures as he speaks.]
Zahn: You know, I was once asked when I started in this business…Travis, why would search for something better? Why travel to Louisiana and wrestle for their company?
[Pause]
It was quite simple…strive and set out in search of the best. I was told that this WAS the best place to be. I firmly believed that has changed as it is no longer a WAS situation, but a present situation. The BWA is the best place to be at this very moment and the other members of the NAWA have yet to see anything.
[Travis shifts his body weight and straightens his pony tail with a quick flick.]
Zahn: Tonight is a first…tonight is a match up between one Mike Sloan and myself. A Bayou Strap Match. Fifteen feet of leather is what separates us and there is certainly no running and hiding in this one my friends. Tonight, someone is going to get the shit kicked out of them and a beating beyond all beatings. You can talk about your No Holds Barred and Bar Room Brawls, but there is nothing tougher than two athletes going one on one with pure leather. It’s almost unbearable to listen to that leather smack flesh.
**SMMAAAACCCKK!!!!**
[Travis claps his hands together.]
Zahn: Mike Sloan wants to make note about how long he’s been around and who he was when the BWA was around. That’s fine Mike, set the bar…set the bar as high as it will go. You want to bury careers, well I break bars. I find that there is no obstacle when it comes to obtaining my goal. Like I said before Sloan, I’ve come in search for what is mine. There is no more holding me back…
[Travis smirks once more.]
Zahn: Oh no Mike. It is a new time and a time for Travis Zahn to show each and everyone why I was not given the chance to go out there and showcase my talents. I’m the smoking gun that organizations didn’t want to deal with because they were too afraid I would steal the show, even from the Main Event.
[The grin has disappeared, nothing but green eyes stare into the lens.]
Zahn: Mike Sloan…I hope your ready for the feeling of leather and skin. There’s a locker room full of guys here tonight that want to climb up that ladder…well Sloan, tonight my ladder starts with you.
[Pause]
Zahn: You’ve grabbed the dice…now it’s time to roll ‘em.
[Fade out with an angry looking Travis Zahn.]
BJ: Now it’s time for a strange match, and trust me we have had some really strange matches in the BWA. It’s father vs son in a Russian Chain Match.
AJ: So how the hell do you win a Russian Chain Match?
BJ: The first wrestler to touch all four corners of the ring is declared the winner of the match.
AJ: I’m guessing that there is going to be a lot of blood in the match…I know Ulfric is a nasty little bastard, but Jack…Jesus, that guy takes the whole damn cake!
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is a Russian Chain match To win the match the first wrestler to touch all four corners of the ring is declared the winner. Introducing first, hailing from right here in New Orleans, Louisiana, he weighs in at 255 pounds, this is Ulfric!
[No pyrotechnics, just low lights, fog and his eerie music. To the side, no burst of flames, only a large, dark form slowing limp to the ring through the darkness.]
[He doesn't look left, nor right, just straight ahead, this road scarred warrior carrying himself with pride. He doesn't care if the fans cheer or boo, he doesn't even notice them, only the ring, only the fight waiting there. One pale green eye and one white, framed by hair both blood red and smoke hued hangs over his shoulders and down the middle of his back. The limp is less noticeable tonight, but the eyes still hold their old, murderous gleam.]
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
[He doesn't walk alone, in his hand he carries a barbed wire wrapped bat, as weather scarred and beaten as he is. Some cheer, some boo, some watch him in awe, this legend who has seemingly risen from the dead and returned to walk among their midst’s.]
I hear a thunder in the distance
[He walks up the steps tonight, bat slung over his shoulder, and steps into the cage climbing the turnbuckle on the far side, he perches there like a gargoyle, waiting and watching for his opponent to come in.]
Should have been dead
(And I said oh) So I held my head up high
BJ: Ulfric a long time BWA wrestler. We have seen him in a ton of matches and he is one of the greatest wrestlers in all of the BWA, as well as the world.
AJ: Ulfric is a freak but the freak can wrestle, that’s for damn sure.
BJ: He is a former multi-time champion in all divisions, and his family is a great wrestling dynasty.
AJ: Yeah Mike Lennox is a nasty man, that son of a bitch can bring it like no one’s business!
[Ulfric is in the ring watching the entrance way awaiting his father to come down the ramp. The glare in his eye is one of pure intensity. He squats down and leans back against the turnbuckle.]
AJ: Holy shit!
BJ: ANGUS!
AJ: Holy shit!
BJ: What is your problem!
AJ: Jack! It’s Jack! He came up from the under the ring! He has the chain wrapped around the neck of Ulfric!
[Jack has a sadistic smile on his lips as he slowly creeps up into the ring. He wraps the chain tighter around the neck of Ulfric and slides under the ropes and steps foot into the ring. ]
AJ: Jesus! That chain is rusty! I would not want to get hit with that thing! Jack is one sick son of a bitch!
BJ: I sure as hell don’t want to cross his path!
[Jack wraps the chain around the neck of Ulfric once again and uses the other end of the rusty chain to slam into the back of Ulfric, which cuts him wide open. Ulfric won’t give his father the pleasure of screaming out in pain and it just makes Jack slam the chain into his sons skin faster and harder opening up new cuts with each lash.]
BJ: Ulfric is in some major trouble here! How many times have we seen this happen to this poor man? He has lost so much in his life and now his father wants to add to that trouble!
AJ: For the first time tonight I’m speechless…
[Jack now tightens the chain and tosses his son across the ring. And every chance Jack gets he lashes his son with the rusty chain across his back and arms. Jack picks his son up and whips him into the ropes and catches Ulfric with a back body drop. Jack gets another sick and twisted sparkle in his eye as he walks over to his son and wraps the chain around the neck of his son AGAIN and picks him up by his hair and flings Ulfric over the top rope and is trying to hang Ulfric.]
BJ: Come on, this is way to much, he’s gone over board now, can we get Damage Control out to the ring please?!?!? Ulfric is been busted open and is busted over everywhere on his back and the blood is starting to pool on the mat!
[Jack pools back with all his weight trying to hang Ulfric as his feet wave just above the arena floor. His hands grasp and scratch at the chain trying to get a quick gulp of air. Jack does nothing but pull back and smile, happy with what he’s doing. The ref is trying to break it up but Jack just pushes him back as he falls down, and is right back in Jack’s face telling him to release the chain and drop Ulfric. Jack turns and drops the chain for a moment, which allows Ulfric to hit the floor and loosen the chain as Jack grabs the ref and nails him with a right hand and climbing out of the ring and grabs Ulfric by his hair and gains control of the chain again.]
BJ: Please where is Damage Control Shawn Rayner! Get them out here now! This match is way out of hand!
[Jack throws his son up the ramp and past the man made graves that decorate the entrance way. He grabs Ulfric again and throws him into one of the stone tombstones that litter the area. Jack grabs the back of his head and repeatedly slams his face into the cold hard stone until Ulfric’s nose has been busted open and the blood is everywhere, and to add insult to injury he slams his face into the fresh dirt at the base of the graves.]
[Jack growing tired of beating on his son, grabs the chain and drags his son to the back, disappearing behind the curtain as Damage Control makes their way out to the ring side area to late as Jack has vanished out of thin air along with his son, Ulfric.]
BJ: Damn, Damage Control is too late…
[Backstage]
[Matt McClain has stuck around, curious as to who he might run into, and then he sees the one person he was hoping to see…”The Natural” Mike Bell. McClain smiles from ear to ear as he strides over to bell, and grins even more as Bell has yet to spot him. McClain leans against the wall, and as soon as Bell turns around he is nose to nose with McClain.
McClain: How’s it going Mikey boy?
Bell: What do you want McClain?
McClain: What, I can’t come see an old friend?
Bell: Friends huh? A long time ago, but you and I are not friends Matt…Not after what you did to me in the BACW.
McClain: Eh, it’s in the past Bell…I wanted to tell you that what you said about Scott Logan…I WILL help you out with that…Logan and I…we have history…not of it any good.
Bell: I’ll keep it in mind Matt…
[Bell starts to walk away but stops and turns back to McClain, who is watching Bell’s every move.]
Bell: What happened to you Matt, you use to be one of the true good guys?
McClain: I woke up and saw the truth Mike…maybe you should do the same…it will make things crystal clear.
[Bell shakes his head and turns and walks away.]
McClain: See ya later “Natural”…
BJ: I have no idea what to say after the last match except lets go to the ring with ring announcer Mike Stevens as he introduces the next match.
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is a Bayou Strap Match. To win the match is by pinfall or submission and using the leather strap is legal. Introducing first, hailing from Mobile, Alabama, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is a former two-time WfWA Worlds Champion, this is “The Dark Horse” Mike Sloan!
This is because of what you did to me....
[The airy, hollow voice penetrates the p.a. system.]
This is what I become.....
[The voice is close to being recognizable, but at the same time it is unknown to us.]
My pain will become yours.....
[ A dark figure is produced on the screen. Bright white lights flash behind him, illuminating his figure. And the first bass and acoustic riff begins to sound out.]
#You take a mortal man, #
[His blond hair on top is only a fraction of an inch long. You can see the places where he has been scared from multiple battles in his life.]
#And put him in control #
[His head begins to lift, so slightly that the only thing that is produced in the time is the top of a spike that comes from his eyebrow.]
#Watch him become a god,#
[A scar runs from his forehead lateral to his left ear It is so slight, because of the time and money that was spent to reduce the size.]
#Watch peoples heads a'roll #
[The first thing that is recognizable, the blue eyes. They hold more emotion than the face itself. They were once caring, but something has taken all that away. They are full of disdain and contempt now.]
#A'roll...#
[The spot lights area towards the entrance ramp. The crowd jumps to its feet to see him again. The chorus hits the pa system and about that time a stray light catches a glimpse of the man we once knew far away from the ring, in the crowd. Standing like a monster, scared of nothing, he makes his movements to the ring.]
#Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes, Swaying to the Symphony... Of Destruction #
[His attire features two new things. He has donned a black shirt that states, in red lettering, Respect is
not earned; It's Taken. The second item is a pair of thigh length, spandex shorts. Across the back it
states, T D H. Down his left thigh the word that is stated is Scorned. Down his right thigh is the word,
Disrespected;. A black towel covers his head so that no one can know who this is, if the piercing and the
eyes didn't tell you who it was then you will have to wait.]
#Acting like a robot, #
[He makes his way to the ring side area, he places one foot on the step and reaches out his hand and
grabs the ring post.]
#Its metal brain corrodes. #
[He pauses for the fans and then makes his way up the steps.]
#You try to take its pulse, #
[He walks the outer edge of the ring and places his back against the ropes and waits.]
#Before the head explodes. #
[As soon as this line hits his head launches back and the covering it tossed off. Revealing to the world
that this man is Mike Sloan. ]
#Explodes... #
[The chorus hits again as he makes his way into the ring.]
#Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes, Swaying to the
Symphony... Of Destruction #
[He leans over and picks up his towel and hangs it on the far right turnbuckle.]
#The earth starts to rumble #
[The red insignia, TDH is embroider into it also.]
#World powers fall#
[He pulls his torso out of the shirt and tosses it to the floor.]
#A'warring for the heavens, #
[He places his back against the corner and stretches his back over the ropes, popping every vertebrate
there.]
#A peaceful man stands tall #
[He stands a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain from this point on.]
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: And his opponent, he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada, he weighs in at 235 pounds, he is “The Diceman” Travis Zahn!
[The lights in the arena slowly dim as the crowd whistles and hollers for a few seconds longer. Slowly, the background noise fades as a single drum pound hits the speakers followed by a drowning scream.]
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
[Strobe lights, in the colors of green and purple begin to flash and pound their way into the eyes of those eagerly staring at the entranceway. As the guitar riffs of Zakk Wylde and Black Label Society pound into the bodies of those in attendance, “Still Born” is the desired soundtrack.]
[From behind the curtain, Travis Zahn slowly walks out center stage, putting his hands on his hips and looking around with an ever so present smirk on his face. His long, black, sparkly sleeveless overcoat that reads “Diceman” on the back nearly scrapes the floor as he begins to head down the aisle. He mutters stuff that can’t be made out clearly due to the music. His tights for the show tonight are lime green, with white dice on both legs. Written in white is “Diceman” on the back of his tights.]
[Zahn walks to the ringside area and heads around the ring, looking and making comments towards the fans in the front row. He points to himself and nods as fans try to reach out and touch him. He continues his way around the ring before grabbing hold of the middle rope and pulling himself up onto the apron. He faces the crowd and smiles, folding his arms across his chest and smirking once again. Zahn spins around and enters the ring through the middle and top rope before climbing the turnbuckle and raising his arms. After posing and scanning the crowd for a couple of seconds, Travis hops down.]
[Zahn takes off his overcoat and hands it to the crew at ringside. He fixes his hair which is tied in a pony tail. He stretches in the corner and hooks his arms on the top rope before leaning back and bouncing a couple times.]
BJ: We are underway and we have Zahn and Sloan in the ring and these two are staring each other down and you can see a renewed fire in the eyes of the Diceman that I have never seen before. This young man is the future of the BWA.
AJ: I like this kids, he has guts and a lot of money and he has learned from the best and he is ready to prove that he is one of the top wrestlers here in the Bayou.
BJ: I can see him wearing gold in 2008 as long as he stays around, and he may very well give Trench a run for his money if Zahn decides to go after the BWA Heavyweight Champion.
AJ: Sloan has made a huge impact in the BACW is looking at proving that he’s a big man here and he wants to make Zahn an example.
[The ref hooks up both Zahn and Sloan simultaneously as Sloan starts talking trash to the returning Zahn. Travis stands unfazed, wrapping the leather strap around his hand, waiting till the refs step away even as Sloan continues to hurl obscenities at him. As soon as the ref steps away, Zahn charges Sloan, clothslining him to the mat with the arm wrapped in rope.]
BJ: Zahn on top of Sloan with the leather strap wrapped around his fist and just driving it down into the face of Sloan is fighting off Zahn.
AJ: I thought Sloan was a hell of a lot better then this?!?
[Sloan muscles off Zahn and delivers a stiff kick to the ribs of Zahn which sends him reeling as he clutches his ribs as Sloan starts to slowly work over Zahn, who is still working off a bit of ring rust. Sloan grabs the extra slack and doubles it up and slams the leather strap down across the bare chest, which causes Zahn to scream out in pain. Sloan smiles and goes for another lash but Zahn sees that his feet are tangles in the leather strap. Zahn pulls the strap and Sloan falls to the mat as Travis no unleashes his fury onto the fallen BACW Northeastern Champion.]
BJ: Zahn, now pissed, yanks the extra slake from Sloan and doubles it up for himself and takes a swing and it catches Sloan across the abs. Sloan didn’t like that at all!
AJ: How the hell would you like it Bryan?
BJ: No Thank you!
AJ: I didn’t think so jack ass…
BJ: Zahn now lifting up Sloan is still slightly stunned and gives a quick kick to the gut and hooks up Sloan for a vertical suplex as he floats over into a cover as the ref is right there.
1…
Kick out by Sloan.
BJ: Zahn is going to have to rely on his speed if he wants to beat the former 2 time Worlds Champion.
AJ: Wow, nothing gets past you does it Bryan?
BJ: Zahn picks up Sloan…Sloan reverses and whips Zahn into the turnbuckle…Zahn reverses the Irish whip and sends Sloan into the turnbuckles instead as he comes is with a monstrous leaping splash!
AJ: Looks like he got all of that one! Nice move, but if he would use his money to buy me a stripper I would be the president of his fan club…
BJ: What is it with you and strippers?
AJ: I don’t know…
[Zahn with a lone leap to the top turn buckle turnbuckle and leaps off the ropes, diving straight for Sloan, grabbing his head as he flips his body over and nailing a picture perfect blockbuster on his opponent. Zahn now grabbing the leather strap and starts to whip Sloan across his chest, leaving large red marks that have already start to welt up and cause small droplets of blood to the surface of the skin.]
AJ: Holy shit! Zahn is taking all his anger out that he has ever had over his life out on Sloan!
BJ: Zahn is bring down that leather strap over and over on Sloan and there isn’t a damn thing that Sloan can do except to cover up and try to protect himself.
[Zahn gets up and pulls Sloan up and rolls Sloan to the outside and spies the steel steps and gets a sick little smile. Zahn doubles up the leather strap again and unleashes about six lashes that all catch Sloan across the back and in one sudden burst of energy Zahn garbs the back of Sloan’s head and slams it against the steel steps until he feels his body go limp.]
AJ: Jesus, think Zahn has a little anger issues?
BJ: Seems that way, but he’s getting the job done against Sloan and that’s the important thing.
[Sloan’s drops to the ground, but is somehow finding the energy to stand on his own. Travis sees this is motions for the “Forget it” sign with his hands as he starts to head up the ramp way. Sloan slowly slides out of the ring after Travis.]
AJ: Where the hell does Zahn think he can go? He’s still tied up with Sloan! Has everyone I like gone stupid?
[Travis only makes it a certain distance before the strap is stretched tight and Sloan yanks on it. Travis spins around, forgetting about the strap tied to his hand. Sloan pulls so hard that Travis is sent back towards Mike Sloan.]
BJ: Sloan with a clothesline…NO!
****CRAAAAACCCCKKKK!!!****
BJ: What a superkick!!!
AJ: Zahn ducked and caught Sloan with a kick right in the jaw…I wonder if he lost a tooth!!
[Sloan falls to the ground and Travis picks him up and hoist him over his shoulder and walks to the ring with him. Zahn dump Sloan’s body on the apron and roll him into the middle of the ring and slides in under the ring ropes and motions that it’s the end.]
BJ: Travis Zahn says this it is…It’s time for “The Roll of the Dice”.
[Zahn lifts up Sloan into a DVD position, and then flips him to the right and drops Sloan to the mat in a reverse DDT.]
BJ: Zahn into the cover…
1…
2…
3!
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: here is your winner via pinfall, “The Diceman” Travis Zahn!
BJ: Zahn is going to be something special here in the BWA. This kid still has what it takes to be a major player here and it could only be a short time before he is on the top of the Bayou!
AJ: As long as he gets me strippers, I will cheer for him or what ever he wants…
BJ: Your impossible!
[Suddenly the lights go out in the arena and the sound of thunder is heard. Suddenly on the video wall a bleeding Japanese symbol appears. A foreign chant now is heard almost like it's a group hailing an almighty God.]
[Appearing on stage suddenly is a dark looking individual completely clad in a black ninja outfit with the same bleeding symbol on the back of his shirt. In his hands is a long Great Oak wooden staff. He Crouches on the ground clutching his staff in his hands, looking like a cat ready to pounce on it’s prey it has been stalking. His focus never leaves the ring ewith the still down Sloan in the middle of the mat.]
[As the match comes to an end suddenly a large puff of smoke explodes on stage as the lights go out with out warning. After a few seconds later the lights come back on and inside the ring Tsumikari is standing right behind Mike Sloan.]
[Turning around Sloan throws a punch at Tsumikari in self defense. Easily dodging the punch he slams the staff into Sloan's ribcage. Spinning the staff around he slams it into Sloan’s face this time. Stumbling backwards and bouncing off the ropes he cracks Sloan right behind the knees with it.]
[Picking Sloan off the ground he whips him into one of the turnbuckles. Clutching his staff, Tsumikari gets a running start and sticks his staff into the ground using it as a pole vault and slams his feet into Sloan's chest. Collapsing onto the ground it is clear that Sloan is bleeding badly from what appears to be possibly a broken nose.]
[Stalking his prey like a cat Tsumikari holds his staff waiting for Sloan to get up. Finally getting to his feet Tsumikari slams the end of his staff into Sloan's midsection over and over in a lightening fast pace.]
[Looking at Sloan methodically Tsumikari bounces off the ropes and spins around slamming his staff right into the side of Sloan's head. Sloan collapses in the center of the ring.]
[Spinning his staff around he slams the end of it in the ground where a large puff of smoke happens. Suddenly the lights go out in the arena.]
[After a few seconds they turn back on where Tsumikari is now on the top rope with his staff in hand. Leaping off the top rope he comes down slamming the end of his staff into Sloan's chest like a spear.]
[Tsumikari holds the spear on his chest still crouching down with his head down. The lights go out and a large bleeding Japanese symbol appear in the center of the ring where Sloan's body lays. It looks as if Tsumikari is in a trance like he had just made an assassination bowing down as the symbol engulfs both him and Sloan.]
[Finally the lights come back on as Tsumikari walks over and grabs a microphone.]
Tsumikari: Allow me to introduce myself... I am Ryuki Aoki Tsumikari... The Prodigy of the great Ninjetti clan.
What everyone has just witnessed is only the beginning... My clan... My people... They have sent me here to prove myself as a warrior... Barbed wire... Steel chairs... It means nothing to me... The only weapon I need is my staff...
Sleep with one eye open... when you least expect it... I will strike... when you look in the mirror and see The Symbol of Death... You'll know who did it...
[With those words said Tsumikari drops the microphone and spins his staff around slamming the end into the ground making the ring erupt into smoke. As the smoke clears all that’s left is Mike Sloan in the middle of the ring coughing up blood.]
[Backstage]
We see Vince Webb Jr. around the catering area grabbing a bottled water when a man approaches that has been like family to him. A man that is so close to his family that he calls him is uncle…that man is “Crippler” Matt McClain.
McClain: Junior…I was hoping to run into you tonight.
Vince Jr. Turns around and is excited to see his “Uncle”.
Vince Jr.: Uncle Matt! It’s great to see you!
The two exchange a hug and one look at McClain, you can tell he’s proud of the young man that stands before him.
McClain: Its been a while Vince, but I have kept tabs on you. You’ve made a nice little name for yourself. You picked the right person in Malik to help you out and tag with. I’m proud of your Jr. I know we haven’t seen each other much as of late, but you make me proud.
Vince Jr: Thanks Uncle Matt. Wrestling is in my blood and there was no way I could turn my back, and to wrestle in the federation my Dad started up and make famous, I can’t tell you how that makes me feel.
McClain: You’ve done really well so far, and if you ever need anything, all you have to do is call…
[Matt stops in mid-sentence as he hears his name being called from all the way down the hallway.]
McClain: What the hell is wrong with Scoops?
[Bryan Scoops comes running up out of breath very happy that he found Matt.]
Scoops: Matt, It’s Rick…We found him, you have to come with me!
[Matt Looks at Vince Jr. and then at Scoops and takes off running with Scoops and Vince Jr. right behind him A few moments later they reach the area that Scoops was Telling Matt about and they see that Ulfric hanging from a low sitting rater with the chain that Jack used to attack him in the “match”.]
McClain: NO!
McClain shouts and quickly tells Vince Jr. to get on his shoulders to help get Ulfric down and get the chain off of his neck. A few moments and they manage to get him down and lay him down, careful not to move him to much.
Vince Jr.: Someone call for help, NOW!
Matt bends over and looks over his friend. His breathing is shallow, but he is breathing and his pulse is week, but at least he has a pulse. He hangs his head and shakes it in disbelief as he notches something on Ulfric’s left arm looks to be track marks from a needle.
McClain: What the hell?
Just about that time, the BWA General Manager, Scott Logan walks by shaking his head with a HUGE smile on his lips.
Logan: What a shame…Daddy really works over poor Rick. Be careful McClain, Dad may come after you next if your not careful.
[McClain starts to leap at Scott, But Vince Jr. holds his uncle back as we fade out and back to the ring side area.]
[A man walks to the ring in a tuxedo and a top hat. He is a rather thin man, but he strides with an air of confidence. He climbs the steps and ducks under the top rope. He motions to the ring announcer for his mic.]
Man: “Good evening. I am the MAYOR of Paradise City. In the future, I would appreciate it if you would have a microphone waiting for me when I enter the ring. I would further appreciate it if the mic would not smell like it was up your rancid snatch all evening.”
[The ring announcer blushes.]
Man: “From what I hear, that’s your brother’s job.”
[This unnecessary treatment draws boos from the crowd.]
Man: “Exactly the response I’d expect from one of America’s 3rd best place for singles family reunions. I’m sure West Virginia and Arkansas feel you breathing down their neck like you were a Clinton intern.”
[more boos.]
Man: “At this time, it is my great privilege and YOUR great honor to introduce to you, the next BWA champion. A man who makes women wetter than Katrina, when your girls legs he’s between making her moan and scream. He doesn’t store money in his freezer, but when the ladies check out his stuff, it like he got a stack of C notes for her G spot. He is the man you would ALL aspire to be if you had brains, talent charisma and a love organ that has been hunted on Wild Kingdom on 3 occasions. Concentrate, so that you can clap for Johnny Paradise!!!!”
[The drum starts.]
[The guitar starts…..the crowd claps in spite of themselves.]
Take me down to the paradise city
[A man and a woman step through the curtains. The woman draws the immediate attention. She is a stunning blond. She looks as if she were snatched from a beauty contest. Maybe that’s partly because she’s wearing a sash that reads ‘Ms. Paradise City’.
Just an urchin livin’ under the street, hard case that’s tough to beat
[The man is wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, but you can just tell he is put together. Not bulky, but his conditioning is evident. He has dirty blond hair that is pulled back in a ponytail. He has a pair of Oakley Romeos over his eyes. He has an arrogant smile that tells you that he is an arrogant prick.]
Ragz to richez or so they say, ya gotta-keep pushin’ for the fortune and fame
Take me down to the paradise city
[He strolls to the ring like he owns it. The crowd is either captivated, or pretty pissed]
Take me down to the paradise city
Strapped in the chair of the city’s gas chamber
Take me down to the paradise city
Take me down to the paradise city
So far away, so far away, so far away, so far away
Captain America’s been torn apart
[He climbs into the ring and passes the beautiful woman off to the ‘mayor’, and he takes the mic]
Take me down to the paradise city
Take me down to the paradise city
Oh, won’t you please take me home
JP: “Good evening. You are the lucky few who will be able to say that you saw the world champion on his first night in the BWA. “
[boos from the crowd.]
JP: “I wanted to prepare you for what you will witness in the coming months. I will go through every wrestler who you love and cheer for. I will make fun of you every time I come out here. I will finish up this woman and find myself a new, younger and hotter woman to wear that sash. And, I will become the BWA champion, and the world champion.”
[More boos]
JP: “During that time, you will want to boo me. You will want to dismiss everything I do. But at the end of the day, when you’re chanting my name, repeating my catch phrases, and buying my merchandise, I’ll be laughing my way all the way to the bank. I got two tickets to paradise, but they ain’t for you. They are for me, and someone who is almost as talented, intelligent and god damn sexy as I am. Sorry, maybe next life.”
[Paradise drops the mic and the 3 unpleasant individuals walk out to a hailstorm of boos.]
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is the Main Event and is scheduled for one fall. It is a bar-room brawl match and it is for the WCWA tag team championship!!!
[A puzzled buss goes through the crowd]
AJ: “That’s funny, I thought we were still the BWA”
The legendary chords of Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama echo through the arena. The fans pop for the greatest tag team in BWA history. They’ve come home..]
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: Introducing first, making their way to the ring area. from Clearfield, Alabama, at a total combined weight of five hundred and forty-six pounds.
[As the bass riff really kicks in, they step from behind the curtains. The first man, standing barely 6 feet tall, he appears wiry, but confident. He wears jean shorts and a black t-shirt with green lettering that says, "Sons of the New South". One the back it reads simply "Finally Home".
Big wheels keep on turning
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: They represent the Mid South Syndicate, the Sons of the New South, and greatest wrestling promotion of ALL time….the B….W….A!!!!”
[His partner is the power man in the team. And when he steps onto the ramp, does he EVER look big. Always a large man, he has somehow packed even more muscle onto the 6’3 frame. He is wearing jeans and a black t-shirt as well. His reads, "BWA" On the back, it reads, "Back With A Vengance"]
Well I heard mister young sing about her
BJ: “Well folks, there you have it. The BWA is truly back, and the patriarchs of the tag team division are here, and doing what they do best. For those of you who are new to the BWA, you are in for a treat.”
Sweet home alabama
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: “And they have been twice recognized as the tag team champions of the world…..”
[Jim carries in his hand a flagpole with the Stars and Bars waving tall, and a smaller POW/MIA flag proudly displayed as Jack takes a few warm-up swings with the axe handle.]
In birmingham they love the governor
BJ: “Five times the BWA tag team champions, and twice they represented the BWA as WFWA World tag team champions.”
Sweet home alabama
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: “And the defending two time WCWA tag team champions…..defending those belts for the SECOND time, OUTSIDE the WCWA.”
[Jim and Jack make their way to the ring wearing the WCWA tag team titles. Suddenly, they stop. The quickly head back up the ramp and through the curtain. They re-emerge, each pushing a wheel barrow. The wheel barrows are FULL of weapons!]
Now muscle shoals has got the swampers
Sweet home alabama
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: Jim Beam….Jack Daniels….80 Prooooooof!!!!!!!”
Sweet home alabama
[Jim and Jack immediately sepearate and go to the makeshift bars set up in the opposing corners of the ring. They each order a drink, and seat themselves on one of the barstools that were in the wheel barrow-o-goodies that they wheeled to the ring.]
AJ: “The talent brings their own seats? Why the hell did I come out of retirement?”
BJ: “Cause nobody remembered who you were?”
AJ: “Shut it Bryan. I can still kick YOUR ass.”
[“Rising to the Top/We Run This” remix blares on the P.A. The crowd pops for Malik Johnson and Vince Webb Jr. Webb, a legacy. Malik, a legend. Fans bow down to one of the baddest men to ever walk down the Bayou ramp.]
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: “And their opponents, hailing from Shreveport, Louisiana and weighing in at a combined total of 480 lbs. They are. Malik Johnson and Vince Webb Jr…. They are Southern Hospitality!
BJ: “Malik Johnson, one of the elite members of the BWA, is back, but this time he’s focused on the tag team division, along with his partner Vince Webb Jr.”
[Angus has a minor coughing fit.]
AJ: “ BJ: “And despite what some think, Webb has established himself as a top notch competitor in both singles and tag team wrestling.”
AJ: “Whatever you say.”
BJ: “But Webb and Malik have their work cut out for them tonight, as they enter the proverbial lions den, facing 80 Proof in their specialty match, the barroom brawl.”
AJ: “They’d be safer with Lions. These two drunks are nuts!”
[As Malik and Webb step into the ring, Beam and Daniels are their to meet them….with beers in hand. They each pass a beer over to their opponent as they exchange and brotherly hug and some familiar words. As they each talk to Webb, there seems to be an extra word of encouragement.]
BJ: “Look at this display of sportsmanship.”
AJ: “Yeah, it makes me want to puke.”
[The four men toast to the BWA. They stand and talk briefly as they drink their beers. The referee comes in to go over the rules with the competitors.]
BJ: “referee Don Thaline is reviewing rules for this unusual match. For those of your at home, there is a buzzer that will sound every 3 minutes, at which time, each competitor must consume a beverage. Whether it be shot or beer, it must be all gone before a competitor may resume competition.”
AJ: “too bad slippery nipples don’t count, hey Bryan?”
[Bryan clears his throat.]
BJ: “Yes, ‘girlie drinks’ were deemed illegal by CEO Shaynor.”
[80 Proof turns to each other, toasts their beers, and chugs them. As Southern Hospitality watch on, Jim and Jack turn and blast them in the head with the empties.]
BJ: “A quick start by 80 Proof.”
AJ: “That’s the kinda cheating I always wanted to see from these guys!”
[As SH is staggered, 80 Proof opens up with right hands.]
BJ: “Beam, hammering on Webb and Daniels pounding away on Malik.”
[Double whip to the rope is reversed, and Jim and Jack crash headon into each other. As they try to get to their feet, SH is all over them.]
AJ: “Webb and Malik now have their turn. Right hands…..and clotheslines over the rope to the outside.”
[As Malik and Webb pose for the crowd, Daniels and Beam meet at the corner bar, order a couple of shots, and sit to talk strategery.]
AJ: “Does this count? There’s still 15 seconds til the buzzer.”
BJ: “Does it really matter?”
[80 Proof tosses back their shots and walk over to the wheelbarrow, and start taking test swings with some of the pool cues that they brought to the ring. The buzzer sounds, and Southern Hospitality leaves the ring to take their obligatory drinks. As they do, Beam goes on the attack.]
BJ: “Beam with a running start…”
AJ: “He can’t be this drunk already!”
[Beam goes off of a steel chair that they brought into the ring, springboards off of the top rope, and does a summersault plancha towards Southern Hospitality. Malik saw him coming and ducked out of the way, but Webb caught a glancing blow and Beam hit him, the top of the bar, and the bottles behind the bar, bringing the whole set-up crashing to the ground.]
BJ: “Oh my god!!!”
AJ: “I hope the BWA will not be expected to pick up the tab for that mess.”
[Using the distraction, Daniels opens up on Malik with the pool cue.]
BJ: “Webb is down. Beam is down and cut. Malik is down, and Daniels is holding a broken pool cut. And let’s not forget. These guys are….friends??”
AJ: “With friends like that, they don’t need enemas.”
[Daniels stomps away on Malik, scoop slamming him for good measure.]
BJ: “Daniels should probably go for a pin, but it’s only 30 seconds til the buzzer sounds.”
AJ: “I don’t think Beam will be able to answer the buzzer.”
BJ: “Webb might make sure of that.”
[Vince Webb Jr. has a broken bottle of Old Grandad in his hand, and is digging in into the forehead of Jim Beam. Beam is bleeding profusely as the buzzer finally sounds.]
BJ: “With only one bar left, this could get interesting. Daniels escorting Malik to the bar. Webb DRAGGING Beam to the bar. There is going to be some sort of showdown.”
AJ: “I think they should all take the broken glass and slit their throats….end my misery.”
[They get to the bar and Webb grabs the 151…and just pours it down Beam’s throat. He winds up spitting and choking….but at least he is alive. Webb takes a shot just for good measure. As Webb stands over Beam, talking trash, Daniels grabs the bottle out of his hand and pokes him in the eye.]
AJ: “Well, we’re one step closer to an episode of the 3 Stooges breaking out.”
BJ: “Beam needs all the time his partner can buy him at this point.”
[Daniels pours shots of 151 for himself and for Malik, only to have Malik throw the shot right in his face….and in his eyes.]
BJ: “Good god! That’s light getting lighter fluid in your eyes!”
AJ: “What kind of retard are you that you have gotten lighter fluid in your eyes?”
[Malik starts firing right hands at Daniels and then drops him with a clothesline. Meanwhile, Webb has thrown Beam back into the ring.]
BJ: “We could actually have our first cover of this match.”
AJ: “Lord willing the last, too.”
[A two count only, as Beam kicks out. Malik throws Daniels into the ring as well.]
BJ: “Beam kicks out, but he has lost some blood, and although he replaced it with alcohol, I’m not sure how much he has left.”
AJ: “It looks like Webb is getting ready to kick his head off. I can’t WAIT to see this!!!”
[Webb goes for a superkick, but catches a forearm in the nuts from Beam.]
BJ: “Desperation move there!”
AJ: “Not the first bar-room episode to end with a shot in the jewels.”
[Daniels reverses and Irish whip by Malik and hits a spinebuster. As he stumbles to his feet, he encounters the prone Webb Jr.]
BJ: “Daniels has found new life in this match. What’s he going to do now?”
AJ: “Retire, I hope.”
[Daniels sets Webb up for a powerbomb. But instead of driving him into the mat, he walks over to the ropes.]
BJ: “No…don’t do this!”
AJ: “Who cares? As long as someone’s career ends tonight, everybody wins. At least I do.”
[Daniels delivers a release powerbomb that lands Webb on the remaining bar, sending IT crashing to the ground. Daniels gets to his feet and hits a huge lariat on Malik.]
BJ: “This could be it. Daniels, setting Malik up for a powerbomb. Good night!”
AJ: “He even did it sit out style, Malik’s own finisher!”
BJ: “Hooks the leg, one…..
Two……
No!!!! Malik kicks out!”
[Daniels motions to Beam to head to the top. Beam, who is still trying to wipe the blood out of his eyes, slowly begins the ascent.]
BJ: “If Daniels and Beam can hit this, the Last Call, this will be it. They will finish this match they way they have finished so many others here in the Bayou.”
AJ: “If Beam can stand up, I’ll be amazed. They will finish this match the way they have so many others….with me wondering how these two guys draw a paycheck.”
[Daniels lifts Malik up and powerbombs him once again. This time, Beam delivers a leg drop from the top. They both make the cover.]
BJ: “One…..
Two………..
Three!!!!!!!!!
[The bell rings.]
Ring Announcer Mark Stevens: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, and STILL WCWA tag team champions…..80 Prooooof!!!!!”
[Daniels helps Malik to his feet, and Beam goes down to help Webb back up. Webb AND Beam end up needing some help from their partners in order to get back into the ring. All four men shake hands and raise each other’s hands. The crowd gives a huge ovation for the senseless violence they have just witnessed. Southern Hospitality departs to their music as Jim and Jack call to the Mark Stevens.
BJ: “Now what?”
[They grab a mic]
AJ: “No, what are they thinking? NEVER give a couple of drunks a live mic.”
JD: “Sloan, I know you’re in the building. Get your ass out here, or you’re going to be watching 80 Proof’s “Mike Sloan is an F’n Retard WORLD Tour continue. We gave you a chance tonight to give us what we want.
JB: “We thought maybe getting back in the ring would remind you of what it was like back in the day. When you EARNED a living.
JD: “Before you spent your days in expensive suits with your feet up on Vince’s desk.”
JB: “So unless you get your ass out here and give us the match we want, we take these belts back on tour and defend them as the TRUE WCWA tag team champions.”
JD: “And if you sue us, you’ll be laughed out of this business. Come out here and answer us like a man.”
[Sloan, a man of tremendous pride, has heard enough. He comes out, not in the suit which WCWA fans are used to seeing him in, but in the battle gear that BWA fans remember. The Darkhorse is back!]
MS: “I’m so sick of the both of you that I want to puke. If you two spent half as much time crying around as you did wrestling, you might BE the real champions, instead of two guys with belts around your waists.”
[80 Proof look at each other, and hold the belts up so Sloan can get a better look. He is not amused.]
MS: “Here’s what I don’t understand. You two always bragged about how tough you were. What kind of fighters you were. Yet when the going got tough, rather than stay and fight, you disappeared like thieves in the night. And you say all you want is A match. But you won’t say what it is. Is it a WCWA title match? If you had just done your jobs, you would have had one a month ago.
[Jim and Jack look at each other again, and give a silly shake of the head.]
MS: “Oh, you want something bigger? Is it a WFWA WORLD tag team title match? I know you guys have had a hardon for those titles, so that you can claim that you were 3 time champions. Too bad when you had your chance in December, you got your asses handed to you in the first round.”
[This time, Sloan hit a nerve. Jim fires back.]
JB: “As a matter of fact, it’s not. But you are right about one thing. We DO want something bigger. We want the biggest match of our careers.”
[Sloan is sick of the games.]
MS: “Then say it! Say it you drunk fucks. What in the hell do you want?”
[Jack takes the mic from Jim and lays is out.]
JD: “80 Proof vs Mike Sloan and a partner of his choosing, main event at WFWA Summer Games….Career vs Career.”
[Jim grabs the mic away from his partner.]
JB: “We want you GONE Sloan. Once and for all. And we’re willing to put our careers on the line to get it.”
[Sloan slowly nods his head. The diabolical genius clearly has the wheels turning.]
MS: “As much as I’d love to end your careers, its seems that I already have by firing you. The rest of the WFWA clearly hasn’t beaten a path to your door. What’s in this for me?”
JD: “Cause we have something you want”
[He pats the tag title belt that is around his waist.]
JB: “These titles belong with the champs, and right now, this is more important to us than being the WCWA champs. This is about history. This is about legacy.”
[Sloan looks interested.]
MS: “So, I sign this contract, and you bring MY belts back?”
JD: “No. At Riot, we bring the belts back. Then we shake hands. That’s all the contract we need.”
JB: “It also means that we are back on the active roster.”
MS: “And THAT means you show up for any and every match I book you in, and if you refuse even ONE, your careers are over.”
JD: “Mike, we were COUNTING on it….”
[80 Proof drops the mic, pic up a couple of beers on their way out, and exit through the crowd. Sloan remains at the top of the ramp, a scary smile on his face.
BJ: Seems that 80 Proof has a little unfinished business with Mike Sloan. Ladies and Gentlemen, we are out of time. For Bryan Scoops, Angus James, I’m Bryan Johnson, good night and we will see you at Cajun Rage LIVE!
A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally
On a Sunday morning
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said oh) We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home Oh, won’t you please take me home
It’s all a gamble when it’s just a game, ya treat it like a capital crime
Everybody’s doing their time
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home
Why I’m here I can’t quite remember
The surgeon general says it’s hazardous to breathe
I’d have another cigarette but I can’t see
Tell me who you’re gonna believe
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home, yeah
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
Now he’s a court jester with a broken heart
He said- turn me around and take me back to the start
I must be losin’ my mind- “Are you blind?”
I’ve seen it all a million times
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the southland
I miss alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes
Well, I heard ole neil put her down [f Neil Young]
Well, I hope neil young will remember
A southern man dont need him around anyhow
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, Im coming home to you
Now we all did what we could do
Now watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, Im coming home to you
Here I come alabama
And theyve been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when Im feeling blue
Now how about you?
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home alabama
Lord, Im coming home to you
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the governors true
Sweet home alabama
Lordy
Lord, Im coming home to you
Yea, yea Clearfield’s got the answer