BPCW Revolution Free For All 2002
*The show kicks off with a shot of Sex Pistol vs. Icon 2000 last month at Living Dangerously and fades out into an all-new BPCW video package featuring new footage from recent events. The Igloo has been fitted out with all new decoration and is as cold as ever as the pyros hit and we are welcomed to release day by the announce team of Jim Ross, Randy “The Brain” in grand fashion for this last little truck stop before the greatest spectacle of the year, BPCW Revolution, Live on Pay Per View Sunday, June 9th, 2002.
They run through the past month’s results for the audience and folks at home highlighting the spectacular match between Sex Pistol and Icon 2000, in which we saw the cocky champion retain his title, as well as the tag team bouts seeing the Titans fall to the experience and grit of RetirO and RVD, Saturn and Magnus win the #1 Contenders spot for the Tag Titles when they were helped out by none other than their opponents partner, Joey Abs after another appearance from the Dark Figure™. In other BPCW title matches we saw Sex Fiend defeat Jon Seitz once again after a total of THREE Sexecutioners, in one of the most hard fought matches this fed has seen in a long time. The Unholy Alliance continued their dominance by crushing the New Playboys in the Tag Team Title bout, and they will face off against Saturn and Magnus for those very belts this month. We’ll have to see what they have to say about that later on tonight. In a twist of events that left both the crowd and announce team baffled as to what would happen next, Shane McMahon, the BPCW Hardcore Champion was battered by Rodney after the two had a verbal altercation backstage and his bout with Pete Gas ended in forfeiting the title due to count out. But, as soon as this decision had been made, Test challenged for the belt! Pete Gas retained in a gesture of solidarity within the pWo for the first time in as many months as Shane O’ Mac ran in to help Gas defeat Test. Finally, in a turn of events that many praised as a highlight of the evening, the match which was promised to be both dangerous and exciting as the title bouts of the evening, Essa Rios vs. Jewish Avenger turned out to be just that as the Great Lakes Heavyweight Champion “Dangerous” Doug Wagner came down to the ring and offered the two a shot at his belt after delivering a monologue documenting the signing of Doug as just one of the Revolutionary actions that C.E.O. Wheeler has up his sleeve. He promptly vanquished both foes in a fury of his trademark moves, finishing Essa off with a Dangerous Driver, and Jewish Avenger with a modified Death Valley Driver. All in all the stepping block to the biggest cavalcade of stars in the wrestling year was a worthy pay per view in all respects preparing us for the Revolution!*
*We hear the familiar tune of Drowning Pool’s “Tear” hit the speakers and out comes the BPCW World Heavyweight Champion Sex Pistol, flanked on his right by The Sensational Sara both with championship gold around their respective wastes. They pose together at various points down the ramp for the crowd while shouting at their naysayers and flipping a few birds every couple of yards as they make their way to the ring. The Sensational Sara holds the ropes for Sex Pistol as he goes through and proceeds to do the same for her and then grabs a microphone for both Sara and himself from ringside announcer Daniel Zucker.*
SS: “May I introduce to you, your winner at Living Dangerously and STILL BPCW World Heavyweight Champion, Sex Pistol! *boos* and today, he’s here, with my assistance *poses to a chorus of boos*, to give you all a little lesson on what it takes, and what makes, a TRUE champion. So, without further adieu, let me hand it over to the greatest champion this two bit organization has ever seen, Sex Pistol.”
SP: “Ah, the wonderful people of Minneapolis… my people… You know, I grew up right near here in a suburb? Yes it’s true, your hero is a hometown boy *cheers for city*, and tonight, I’d like to give something back. You see, growing up here wasn’t easy. I mean, I had to overcome a lot of adversity to get to where I am. Training until my muscles cramped, working out until my hands blistered, and most of all, dealing with all the morons that are here in the city and overcoming their stupidity and still becoming a champion of champions. So tonight, I will be taking three lucky peons up into my ring and giving them a clinic on what it takes to be a true champion. So right now, my darling Sara is hand picking these youngsters from the crowd. *Sara goes through and picks out a young boy, a middle aged boy, and looks for another as Sex Pistol sizes up the two already in the ring and then looks out to scan the crowd for one more. He spots a fan dressed up in full Sex Pistol regalia and a Sex Pistol Mask™ available from BPCW Shopzone.* “Hey, there looks like a future champion, why don’t you bring that young gentleman up to the ring.” *They get up into the ring and Sex Pistol begins his speech addressing the youngest first.* “Now little one, what is your name?”
LK: “Luke.”
SP: “and who is your favorite BPCW superstar Luke?”
LK: “Douggie Fresh.”
SP: *laughs* “Oh, you must have us confused with some other two-bit wrestling fed buddy, try again.”
LK: “Oooh, I like Proteus and Icon 2000, the Two Man Power Trip is the coolest.”
SP: *looks mad* “Get out of the ring, you’re never going to have what it takes to be a champion! Is either of those useless has-beens champions? NO! Get the hell out of my sight!” *The kid runs off crying and Sara calms Sex Pistol down and he then proceeds to the next individual.* “Okay, this better be good. What is your name big guy?”
GG: “George.”
SP: “and who is your favorite wrestler?”
GG: “Rictor.”
SP: *mutters “well, at least that’s better” * “Okay, what’s your name again?”
GG: “George.”
SP: “Okay George, today we’re going to teach you the first step towards becoming a champion, and that is… good hair. What kind of conditioner do you use?”
GG: “What’s a conditioner?”
SP: “It’s the stuff that goes in your hair to make it all nice and shiny.”
GG: “like that spot on the back of your head?”
SP: *gets red and then yells at the kid to get out of the ring and finally turns to the third “future champion” who is decked out in full Sex Pistol garb.* “Now this guy knows who the best wrestler in the fed is, right buddy?” *masked fan nods his head* “All right then big shooter, what’s your name?”
SL: “Scott.”
SP: “All right Scott, here’s the deal, I’m going to let you do a simple move on me, then I’m going to teach you how to kick out of a three count and Sara will count for us. Now how does that sound? Think you can handle it?” *The masked figure nods his head and Sex Pistol turns to talk to Sara and tell her what to do. As he is finishing the masked fan spins him around, kicks him in the gut, and plants him with a huge DDT on the mat then proceeds to leisurely pin him, which Sara counts to two and stops trying to figure out what just happened. The masked fan does the same to her, planting her head into the mat, poses with the belt and then rushes out when security begins to storm the ring and disappears through the crowd. JR and Randy “The Brain” hypothesize as to whether it was a fan or a fellow grappler such as Pistol’s opponent at Revolution, I2K.*
*We go backstage and Saturn and Magnus are sitting with their faces to the camera with two other figures with their backs to the camera. A door opens to the back of Saturn and Magnus and a figure is illuminated from the back and begins to speak.*
DF: “The pieces of the grand puzzle drop slowly, one by one, as fate decrees from the blood red sky. Slowly we claw and scrape further towards the summit of the voracious peak that houses our success and power. Step by step we inch further towards the throne, and when the time is right, our ascension shall take place and in that flurry of confusion and pain, we will wrest the control from the hands of those would be kings of the squared circle. Piece by piece… inch by inch… day by day…” *the door slams shut behind him blowing out the candle and sending the room into darkness* “…champion, by champion.”
*JR and “The Brain” are left with even more questions as we shift to a club environment downtown and see a gaggle of half-nekkid women surrounding a table and as we move closer, we see that sitting at the table are Val Venis and Ian Wolfe who look as if they have emptied the bar. The television set is tuned to the Free-For-All. Empty shot glasses and bottles litter the table and they both look to be quite intoxicated.*
VV: “"You know ladies, the big Valbowski is a lot like concrete mix. You know? You just get it a little wet, take a step back, and watch it get ROCK HARD!"
IW: “Dude, you know how old that shit gets? That whole Big Valbowski is such a bunch of crap. When is the last time you even had a date? You know what impresses the ladies? Winning matches. And when is the last time you did that? No, don’t wait and think, it’s been a loooooong ass time. Seriously… *in mocking tone* “you know what ladies? The Big Valbowski is like a piece of tomato lying out in the sun. He sits there and does nothing and just watches himself shrivel up…”
VV: “Why you lame-ass excuse for a partner, the New Playboys aren’t half as good as the Playboys were back when Jon and I were out there flossin’ our wares!”
*Wolfe gets ready to retort when one of their escorts gets their attention and directs their eyes to the television and they see “Dangerous” Doug Wagner emerge on stage back at the Igloo and make his way down to the ring. The camera goes back to the Igloo to listen in on Wagner’s speech*
DDW: “Hello Minneapolis! It’s great to be back here on a regular basis. After growing up right here in Minnesota *cheap pop* and traveling the Midwest with Great Lakes Championship Wrestling I have made my way back here to bring about a revolution within the BPCW. Old precedents need to be pulled down. Enough with the T & A. Enough with the gimmicks and extreme wrestling. What we need is a belt, and a wrestler that embodies this sport. Someone who eats, drinks, sleeps, and shits this business, and holds its legacy, its heroes, and its fans in the highest regard. Now, C.E.O. Wheeler and I share that philosophy, and that’s why I was brought here. And to prove I’m the real deal, I’m making an open challenge to anyone who wants to prove me wrong. I will go through every single superstar if I have to, to prove to you all that I am the revolutionary that will bring a new age of prosperity to this great federation. I promised that this belt isn’t going to leave my waist and I intend to follow through on that promise. So come and get me boys, step up to the plate. Just don’t complain when I bring the heat. And when I do, and I will, if you can’t stand the heat get your ass out of the kitchen, ‘cause I’m on a mission.”
*The camera fades back to Déjà Vu where Val and Ian are looking at each other.*
VV & IW: “That belt is all mine.”
VV: “Hey, I totally thought of that before you G.”
IW: “No way man, besides, you never wrestle singles anymore. Do you even remember how to wrestle without being able to tag out like a wuss?”
VV: “We’ll just see who gets the shot and who doesn’t, now won’t we?”
*The segment ends in a stare down and we head back to the arena where C.E.O. Wheeler is seen backstage talking to a couple of very attractive young ladies.*
CEO: “All right ladies, I need you to go and get all five members that were associated with the pWo and tell them that I want to see them in my meeting room. I have some information they might find to be of interest to them concerning Revolution. While you’re doing that I’m going to go and check on our guest and see how he’s doing. So you run along and deliver your messages and report back to me when they’re all assembled.”
KT/BC: “Yes sir.”
*The mixed theme of the Titans perennial tag team, Steven Black and Nathan Hellstorm hits and we are treated to the two losers from last month’s table match between the Titans and the team of Rob Van Dam and RetirO. They saunter down to the ring looking quite cocky for men defeated.*
NH: “Rob Van Dam and RetirO. The Swampass Acrobat and the Geriatric Wonder. I bet you two think that you got the last laugh on us. I bet you thought we were down and out after our last encounter. Well, I have news for you two washed up dinosaurs. We’ve just begun, in fact, how about we step it up to the next level? You think you can handle that? How about this? At Revolution, in one week, we’ll make a little niche in the annals of BPCW history by competing and defeating you, in the first ever Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match ever in this federation!” *The fans go crazy as we see Rob Van Dam and RetirO backstage in the Titans dressing room standing by the buffet, Van Dam with a plate of fruit and RetirO eating a drumstick King Henry the 8th style.*
RVD: “You don’t think that they mind do they?”
RO: “Of course not Rob, I mean, who are more gracious hosts than the Titans?”
RVD: “I don’t know man, I don’t know… *realizes the camera’s have finally turned on to them and speaks to it in his usual surfer voice* “ooooh, hey guys, what’s up? Thanks for the food dudes!”
RO: “Yeah, speaking from a geriatric standpoint, I have to get my vitamins and minerals so my bones don’t crumble beneath the beating you two are going to lay on us at Revolution.”
RVD: *chuckles* “Hey dude, that was a good one… but seriously… what do you two wetbacks possibly think you can bring to the table? I mean we’ve already beaten you in a table match. All you’re going to do by adding ladders and chairs is upping the pain quotient for you two. And on top of that, look at whom you’re challenging. The Innovator of Old School, RetirO, and me… *pauses for crowd who accompanies him* Rob… Van… Dam!”
RO: “So if you all want RVD and I to whoop these monkey’s asses at the showcase of the immortals, give me a hell yeah…” *crowd responds with an emphatic “hell yeah”* “Well boys, and I do mean *pushes down glasses* boys, I guess we’ll see you in the ring for your prescribed Grade-A lean cut ass-whipping at Revolution.”
*Their music hits and the Titans are left fuming in the ring and we head backstage and see one of C.E.O. Wheeler’s beautiful assistants knocking on the door of the pWo. We wait for a moment and then the door is flung open by Rodney, who apparently has mended his differences with his longtime friend Shane McMahon after their conflict at last month’s show. She tells him of their requested presence in the C.E.O.’s meeting room and he says that they’ll be there just as soon as they finish some business.
Elsewhere in the backstage area, we see the other of C.E.O. Wheeler’s ladies roaming the hallways with a confused look on her face. She walks up to the locker room that she is supposed to find Joey Abs in and knocks on it. She waits and is about to leave when the door opens and Jewish Avenger is standing in the entry and asks what she wants. She explains her situation and the Avenger says Abs is in the shower and he’ll pass along the message. We head back to ringside where JR informs us that the Unholy Alliance apparently are upset by the fact that they have to face the team of Saturn and Magnus at the PPV, due to the fact that team is relatively unskilled in working together. The Unholy Alliance dirge hit followed by their new theme music “My Own Summer” by the Deftones and out comes The Big Show and Billy Gunn, the BPCW tag team champions to their normal reception of boos from the crowd. They proceed to the ring and grab microphones. *
BS: “I am a 7 foot, 500 pound monster, and my partner has the most dangerous ass in this entire federation. Not only have we repeatedly proven our worth by defeating any foes that stood in our way, but we are the reason that the Big Red Machine was put out of commission. And what do we get in return at the greatest pay per view event of the BPCW calendar year? A match with two pansies that sit around in a dark room together chatting with some mystery man by candlelight! Now, I don’t know what they do behind closed doors, and I don’t think we really want to know. *looks at Billy who gives him a dirty look in return* But the fact remains that we should not be punished because of our dominance in the tag team by having to wrestle these whelps.”
*The lights dim and the smoke begins to pour from the gates harkening the emergence of the enigma known as Magnus when all of a sudden the dark form of the Big Show topples to the ground and a crash of glass is heard in the arena and the lights suddenly come up and we see the visage of the Jewish Avenger in the ring holding a pair of busted Milwaukee’s Best bottles in each hand glaring down in an incredibly menacing manner. He stands there for a few minutes as the smoke continues to pour out from the entrance stage before Essa Rios and Lita appear and run down and make the save but they are quickly interrupted by another darkness falling over the Igloo and all of a sudden, Essa Rios and his lady are lying on the mat with both Magnus, Saturn, and the Jewish Avenger standing above them. The dark figure appears on stage and points at the four fallen grapplers in the middle of the ring, each of the three men left standing pick up each of the men stretched out in the ring. The dark figure shakes his head and the three start to smile and the Jewish Avenger drops Essa Rios and walks over to Lita and slings her over his shoulder and the trio heads out of the ring and up the ramp towards the dark figure and they head into the smoky abyss to the backstage area.*
*JR and Randy “The Brain” continue to be baffled by the events of the evening as one mystery after another unfold at the last step before the big kahuna of professional wrestling. They discuss the matches that have already been lined up including a special stipulation that “Playboy” Jon Seitz has proposed which has convinced Sex Fiend to give him one last shot at his coveted Midwest Heavyweight Title. They both agree that we will be hearing from Jon Seitz later on in the show. Proteus is then spotted walking backstage and gets a substantial pop from the crowd. The camera follows him to near the garage where we see the beautiful Stephanie McMahon storming towards the camera, Proteus attempts to talk to her, but she looks incredibly determined. He steps in front of her and questions her as to I2K’s whereabouts, but she claims ignorance and tells Proteus to get out of her way, she has business to attend to. Shortly after a brief stint of mundane commentary by JR, we hear a familiar screech and the sounds of the Billion Dollar Princess’ theme song playing over the loudspeaker. She walks microphone in hand down the ramp and pauses halfway down to blow kisses then proceeds to enter the ring in a very sensible, and businesslike manner. *
SMT: *in normal whining tone* “I want to report a crime! That’s right, you heard me a crime. A crime that was committed in this very ring. Because last month at Living Dangerously I had something stolen from me. It isn’t any kind of mystery. You all know the culprit. You know her just as well as I do… it was that hussy Sara who STOLE my Women’s Championship from me. First she used her female whiles, if you can even call them that *makes a grossed out face and sticks her finger in her mouth* to give C.E.O. Wheeler the idea to make that disgusting excuse for a match without even consulting me. If you all wanted to see breasts, let’s be honest, you really have to look no further than *goes up on her tippytoes* me! But no, you had to beg for that trollop and her stupid bikini match. I was your women’s champion for over…”
*Just then, Sara appears on the FoleyTron™ and says that if Stephanie wants a piece of her so bad, she can come backstage and get her some. Steph quickly drops the mic and bounces to the backstage and the cameras follow her in her pursuit. When she reaches the backstage area she sees Sara in the distance running and begins pursuit. As the chase continues Sara heads down a hallway and Stephanie continues to give chase only to have a door opened right in her way knocking her down and out. Sara stops and begins to giggle as the door closes and we see Sex Pistol who was apparently lying in wait the entire time. Sara inches closer to Steph and whispers…*
SS: “Sweetie, if you want a piece of me, you’ll have to wait for the Revolution… when we face off against each other in a Back Lot Brawl!” *Sara kicks Steph and then walk over her towards and past the camera as the shot pans in on the fallen former Women’s champion.*
* We fade to a commercial hyping the pay per view featuring pictures of Revolutionaries followed by the outline of a figure and the BPCW logo burst through its visage and then the word REVOLUTION in a metal script fall from the top of the screen and land directly below of, and in front of the logo…*
*We come back to see the two girls in the service of the C.E.O. knocking on the locker room door of Test and he answers it clad only in a towel.*
T: “Finally, you guys show up, I was hoping you wouldn’t be so dumpy looking, but hey, it’s only a massage. Well, I guess if you do a good job, I might give you the once over, but hey, that’s ONLY if you do a good job. I mean, once the girls have Test, they forget about the rest. I wouldn’t want you to have to go home to your sloppy boyfriends or husbands or whatever and live a miserable life just because you got a taste of the best.”
BC: “First of all, you over grown lunkhead, we’re both single.”
KT: “Second of all, the only thing “dumpy” around here is your pathetically huge ego.”
BC: “So before you keep trying to show off your manhood by demeaning us, we’re here because the C.E.O. wants to see you in his meeting room A.S.A.P.”
KT: “Oh yeah, and have a nice day.”
*Test shrugs it off with a “pffft” and waves them away as we see the cameras back at Déjà Vu, and “Playboy” Jon Seitz comes up from behind Val and Ian and takes a seat.*
VV: *in playful tone* “Well, if it ain’t the flyest G of them all, what up dogg?”
IW: “Yeah, we heard about your title shot. What makes you think you can beat him this time? Are you going there strapped?” *Val and Ian both chuckle* “What exactly did you do to get this shot?” *makes insinuation of homosexual activity, but Jon remains calm and slams a shot of Courvosier…*
JS: “I put my contract on the line.” *Val and Ian both spit out their mouthfuls of Krystal*
VV: “Whatupwitdat? You ain’t serious, are you G?”
IW: “Serious dogg, that’s whack. You’re going through with that?”
JS: “Fo shizza my nizza. But don’t worry my dizzogs, I gots an ace up the sleeve of my Armani yo. I’ll guaran-damn-tee a victory…”
*They both lean in and Jon begins to run through his plan as we fade back to the Igloo and see the pWo and Joey Abs (who is keeping to himself away from the rest) congregated in the meeting room all facing each other, an air of tension heavy in the air. The door opens and they all turn expecting the C.E.O., but Test walks in instead*
SO’M: “Hey Casanova, how’s it going? Saw your little attempt at smooth talking.”
PG: “Yeah dude that was tiiiiiiight.”
RY: “So Rico Suave, what are you going to do for an encore?”
SO’M: *in imitative voice to Rodney* “Hey, once you’ve been with Test, you forget about the rest.”
RY: *in girlish voice* “Ooooooh Test, you’re soooo… *in guys voice* Laaaaaame!”
*Test rushes Rodney and the five begin to brawl until the C.E.O. comes in the room and slams the door behind them. They stop brawling and stand up…*
CEO: “Now, this is just the crap I am talking about. Every time I turn my back on you clowns this is what I get… total anarchy. So I’m going to tell you why I brought you all here. I’m tired of you trading the Hardcore Belt between yourselves and wasting the fans time on my pay per views. Therefore, at Revolution, the five of you are going to be involved in a Hardcore Melee for the title belt. *the five look disgusted* And to ensure that this isn’t another bullshit screw job like last month, I’m going to have a former BPCW superstar act as an enforcer. So strap up your laces tight and get ready for a ride, because at the end of the night there will be only one of you goofballs walking away with *taps belt on Pete Gas’ shoulder* that hunka gold.”
*We go back to ringside as the fans cheer the first Hardcore free for all we’ve seen in a while and JR and “The Brain” wax philosophic about their picks, disagreeing of course, but both agreeing with the decision on the match by C.E.O. Wheeler.
Backstage, we see Essa Rios going off in Spanish yelling as Billy Gunn and Big Show stare blankly and continually nod, and say “Si” until Essa finally seems to get frustrated to the point of non-communication, huffs and storms off.*
BS: “Did you understand a word he was saying?”
BG: “Nope, did you?”
BS: “Not a freakin’ clue, crazy goof.”
*Finally we are treated to I2K’s music as the challenger for the World Title makes his way to the ring, pausing to give a few high fives on the way down*
I2K: “What is a real champion? What is a real champion, Sex Pistol? …certainly not you! *pop* You see, what we need for the new millennium isn’t a Y2-Chump, it’s an I2-Champ. When Proteus made that speech all those months ago about this being the dawn of a new era, he wasn’t kidding. This is the era of the Two Man Power Trip. And just like Proteus was not denied the belt, neither shall I. You see, your problem is that you are overconfident… pompous even. You won’t even see me coming, then out of the blue… I’ll pull something out of nowhere and surprise you. And when I do that, I will strap that World Heavyweight Championship Belt around my waist for the very first time in this federation and the new era will truly begin. Proteus may have dropped the ball, but the Icon of the BPCW is going to show the world that the Two Man Power Trip is far from over and done with. In fact, it’s just…”
*“SO YOU WANNA BE A CHAMPION?!?!” blares over the speakers in the Igloo and out comes… Proteus! He struts down to the ring, taking his time, his eyes fixed on Icon 2000, with his microphone in hand, and the announce team wonders what business he has out here… the Two Man Power Trip stare at each other and finally Proteus backs away and speaks…*
P: “Dropped the ball? You think I dropped the ball with Sex Pistol? It wasn’t enough for you that I was World Champion for how many months? But the fact that I lost, and got screwed out of my title repeatedly equals me dropping the ball? Listen here…”
I2K: *quickly interrupts him* “Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, WOAH! I meant absolutely no disrespect my man. I mean, first of all, you were screwed. Then your brother started getting up in your business. I’m just saying you have your hands full, and I’m going to grab that lateral and run the ball in while you take care of a downfield block on Rictor and let me go one on one with… *chuckle* …the NATE one.”
P: “Hey it’s cool man, we both have our hands full at times. Girls, belts, family, it’s all a bunch of distractions, but that’s exactly why I’m out here tonight; one preoccupation has got me hung up and it’s interfering in my business.” *turns from I2K to camera* “Rictor, I’m out here to tell you again, that I am NOT, by any means going to fight my own flesh and blood. You are just wasting your time, and my time with all of these ridiculous stunts that have transpired as of late.”
*I2K looks a bit frustrated with Proteus’ non-confrontational attitude and as Proteus is about to continue Rictor appears on the FoleyTron™ backstage in a room wearing a doctor’s jacket. He begins to narrate as he walks backstage and a brief graphic is shown of “Rictor, M.D.” before we see him on the screen again…*
RT: “Today we will be checking on a very special patient and I’d like to have you all come along and see.”
*Proteus look at each other and then back at the screen as Rictor knocks on the door and fakes a woman’s voice saying “come in”… he walks into the room where the unconscious Stephanie McMahon is lying after the vicious attack from earlier in the evening. He puts a finger to his mouth and does a silent shhhhhh and waves the camera crew over and whispers, “She must be tired.”
The Two Man Power Trip stare in disbelief at the FoleyTron™ as Rictor does pantomime and laughs. He then proceeds to unbutton the top three buttons of Steph’s blouse to check her heart with his stethoscope. Meanwhile, Proteus has to hold back Icon 2000 in the ring explaining to him that they have no clue where Rictor is!*
RT: “Well her heart sounds a little off beat” *runs hand along her thigh and up her arm to her shoulder* “but the rest appears just fine… *devilish grin* Sooo, what do you say Proteus? I’ll give her a clean bill of health and we dance at the Revolution, one on one. I’m pretty sure that I2K would want you to take me up on my offer, isn’t that right Icon?”
*I2K flips out at Proteus urging him to accept. Proteus raises the microphone to his mouth and pauses… *
P: “I’m sorry, I just won’t do it man.” *I2K says something off camera and Proteus puts his hand on his shoulder but I2K shrugs it off and rushes out of the ring and up the ramp running to the back.* “But so help me god if you harm one hair on her head…”
RT: “You’ll do what? You’ll fight me?” *in mocking tone* “Oh no, anything but that!” *In the distance you can hear yelling and crashing* “Whatever I do is on your head brother, don’t forget that. But for right now…” *shouting grows louder in the background* “I must be going.” *looks to Steph* “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon enough.” *Rictor exits out of the side of the room and moments later I2K bursts in and appears on the FoleyTron™ first checking on Steph and then looking straight into the camera obviously talking to Proteus…*
I2K: “You selfish bastard… end this NOW!” *the Icon bashes the camera away and it falls to the floor and we see sideways, and from ground level, I2K pick up Stephanie and carry her from the room and slam the door behind him. *
*After that drama blows over we see another brief commercial for the pay per view and then head back to the Igloo where JR explains the brief delay of BPCW: The Music due to some 12th hour changes to the superstar’s themes that were still going through the copyright securing process at the scheduled press time, but he assures the fans that it will be hitting stores soon…. The cameras pan backstage to see Essa Rios frantically searching for Jewish Avenger split-screen with I2K frantically tearing around looking for Rictor. The screens get closer until they get to a corner and hear each other’s footsteps approaching. They stop and sneak up to the corner and pop their heads around at the same time and are about to jump on each other but stop realizing whom the other is. Essa blurts out something in Spanish and I2K directs him down a hall to their immediate right. Essa says “Gracias” and hurries off. I2K returns to his search as well.*
*Meanwhile, Sex Fiend heads out to the ring and gets on the microphone…*
SF: “I just want to show you all what it means to be the Midwest Champion in the BPCW. What does this belt mean to the boys backstage? Well, I have a man who has signed away his life to get a shot at me at Revolution. This piece of paper right here, this contract, states a stipulation that if the “Playboy” Jon Seitz loses to me at Revolution… his career in the BPCW is over! If I pin him 1…2…3, after hitting him with my Sexecutioner. He’s done. If I make him submit… he resigns. If he gets counted out… he is gone… FOREVER. Now, no one made this young aspiring athlete do this, oh no. This belt is that important to him. But the thing that he doesn’t know, is that it is twice as important to me, as it could ever be to him. Sex Fiend will go down in the record books as being the GREATEST Midwest Champion of all time and there is no thing, and certainly no one that can do anything about it, certainly not “Playboy” Jon Seitz, and certainly not…” * “LATINO HEEEAAT” hits and out comes Essa Rios with an attractive brunette in tow. Sex Fiend looks a bit peeved at his young minion as he makes his way to the ring.*
OG: “Essa finally found me and since I’m the only one that would take the time to listen to him and translate for him, he brought me out here to ask you a favor.”
SF: “and what would that be?”
OG: “Essa would like to challenge the Jewish Avenger to a match at Revolution. He has more to say, but I’m not sure what is appropriate for television. Suffice to say that his desire for the match is quite… extreme.”
SF: “Well alright Sister Churchie, we wouldn’t want to offend people with any goddamn profanity would we? Tell him he’s got his match, I’ll make it happen no sweat.”
*He reaches out his hand to shake the hand of Essa who has extended his in thanks for his help and the three head backstage together to the dirge of the Unholy Alliance. JR and “The Brain” do a brief re-cap of the night’s events and we go backstage once again to see the outline of two figures in the same dark room as before. The light from the door, pouring in from behind, outlines one. The other outlined by the shadow of the light dispersing from the open door, seated in the foreground. *
DF: “The time has come for you to prove your worth. You are my most vicious of steeds and your colleagues among other things have held you back for far too long. I have molded you into a creature of unparallel magnitude and desire, and at the Revolution, you will show the world what you… no… what WE are made of…”
*Back to ringside once again as we hear the sound of Rictor’s theme song hit and out he comes still clad in medical gear. He takes it off and chucks it into the crowd as he makes his way to the ring. Behind him, dressed in a strait jacket and white pants is a figure whose head is covered by a sheet. He pulls the figure along with him by a strap on the jacket and tosses it into the ring as he heads in himself via the ring steps. He rolls through the ring and grabs a pair of chairs and tosses them both in the ring. He sets one up towards the announce position and seats his package in it. The other he faces towards the ramp and sits in it facing both his company and the stage.*
RT: “You know Proteus, I was really hoping that it wouldn’t come to this. I mean, all I wanted was a friendly little competition between the two of us. I don’t think that was too much to ask, but you had to be the self-righteous pompous ass you’ve always been and shoot me down. Well, I had a feeling that you weren’t going to give in to that little stunt that I pulled earlier, so I had this lined up just in case. You see I had this person brought in special just for you. I had a hunch that if I couldn’t convince you otherwise that this would be the last draw for you…” * “Champion” hits for the second time of the night and Proteus comes out on stage still dressed in street clothes…* “Ah, finally, the prodigal sun comes out to face me. You see my dear brodukes, I’ve been watching you all these years. I’m not as dumb as you always make me out to be. The little brother that was never quite as good as you. No, I’m the more intelligent one. While you were out flapping your gums, I laid in wait, watching and observing you. How you fight, how you speak, how you conduct yourself, socially and morally. And I know how to break you brother, oh yes, I know just what I can do to get you out here. What I can do to make you come down to this ring and fight me, and give me a match at Revolution. You always need to solve the mystery. You cannot just leave things alone. You’re a perfectionist, you want everyone to be happy. And you know what I bet just kills you? That you have no idea who the hell is under all this white linen… is it family? A friend? A lover? Do you want to know Proteus? Huh? I bet you do… So without further adieu, let me introduce you to our mystery guest. I know it must just be eating away at all of you” *motions to the crowd* as much as it’s eating away at me… so here we are… the key to Captain Jimmy’s heart…” *pulls off the covering on the head and reveals…* “THE FALLEN ANGEL” Lauren Rath!”
*Rictor looks up at Proteus who begins to slowly walk down to the ring. He walks around to the announce position and grabs a microphone then walks slowly up the ring steps and into the ring. Rictor stands behind Rath and Proteus looks first into the eyes of his former love interest and then into the eyes of his brother sizing them up.*
P: “I don’t know what your sick fascination with this match is, but you need to let her go, this has nothing to do with her. You pick her out of her new life and bring her here just for this little vendetta that you have with me? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? You think that you can just keep egging me on without having some backlash? Do you have any idea who you are dealing with? I am the man who nearly crippled his own father in the Destiny tournament, along with you and that bitchwad Sex Pistol. I am the man that single-handedly destroyed both Sex Fiend and Sex Pistol to win my World Heavyweight Title! But you know what I’m going to do now? I’m going to ask you a favor, and in return I’m going to grant you two favors. How does that sound?”
RT: “Finally we’re getting somewhere. I knew you’d come around. Let’s make a deal, what do you want from me?”
P: “You release Lauren right now from those god awful restraints and then we’ll talk you animal.”
RT: “Hey man, now you’re talking some sense.” *Rictor begins to unbuckle the restraints and Lauren looks to Proteus with thanks in her eyes. Proteus simply nods calmly at her and keeps his eyes on Rictor.* “There we go sweetie, all taken care of. Now, I do hope you’ll remember that it was him who forced my hand in this. I never wanted to have to do thi… *Lauren slaps him before he can say anymore and bounds across the ring to where Proteus is standing but he stops her from leaping into his arms looking past her to where Rictor is caressing his swollen cheek staring viciously at the Fallen Angel.*
P: “Now, before this goes any further, I’m going to give you your first little favor, and that is showing you exactly what you have gotten yourself into. You see, although this little game is seemingly in your control, even at this point, there is one little thing that you couldn’t have possibly foreseen. That after all this time… after all that I’ve been through, that we’ve been through, that I would do this…” *Proteus turns to Lauren, dips her low and kisses her passionately. He then stands her up flicks off Rictor and then Rath and proceeds to give her the Hook, Line, and Sinker!* “You see oh sweet, dear brother of mine, the thing that you didn’t realize is that I do not give a shit about you. I do not give a shit about Lauren, the only thing that I give a shit about is the World Heavyweight Title, and you are standing in my way of my quest to retrieve it and have it back where it belongs.” *Rictor looks on, stunned in disbelief as Proteus smiles and picks up a chair. He walks over and back Rictor into a corner and then… hands him the chair.* “Now I want you to do me just one last favor Rictor. Hit me with this chair. I dare you.” *Rictor shakes his head* “You wanted to play with the big boys? You wanted to fight your flesh and blood? Well here’s what it boils down to. Spill the first drop baby brother. Hit me! *Rictor shakes his head again, awestruck by the depths of darkness that lie within his brother* “Come on you pansy! Hit me! All right then, if you aren’t going to hit me, ask me a question… ask me if I know who attacked Molly and put her out of commission all those months ago.” *Rictor cocks his head* “Because I know who it was… and it wasn’t Stephanie… or Sex Pistol… or Sara… or I2K…” *Rictor’s eyes begin to fill with the same hatred as before as he stares down his brother* “it was me you dumb bastard! I did it for the Power Trip, I did it for Stephanie, and everyone was just too stupid to see it. Coffee my ass. You think that a Heavyweight Champion goes out and gets coffee? No f’n way! We get people to do it for us… So you think that you got what you wanted now? You thought you had me where you wanted me? I will NEVER fight you! How do you like that? Nothing will make me fight you! Come on… I can see that bloodlust rising up inside of you… HIT ME!!!!” *In one mighty swing Rictor brings the chair down on Proteus’ head knocking him off his feet and to his hands and knees. He looks down and sees his older brother convulsing and then Proteus slowly looks up and meets his brother’s gaze. Blood is dripping from his forehead, busted wide open from the chair shot and it stains his teeth obviously having bit down on his tongue during the impact but he manages to get to his knees and signal for another shot which Rictor obliges him. Proteus becomes dazed but amazingly gets up to his feet for another, and another until the FoleyTron™ comes to life with C.E.O. Wheeler coming on the screen. Rictor turns his attention to the screen and Wheeler speaks…*
CEO: “I don’t care what Proteus says he will or will not do. This nonsense has gone on far enough. Now, Rictor, drop the goddamn chair now, or I will suspend you indefinitely without pay.” *Rictor drops the chair* “Now I imagine that when Proteus wakes up, he’ll be pretty pissed off. Most likely pissed off enough to fight you Rictor. So therefore, at Revolution, I am going to authorize a match between the two of you, and whether he likes it or not, it’s going to happen. This madness that has stretched out over the past few months ends now and at the Revolution, it will end when one of you is declared the LAST MAN STANDING…”
*All of a sudden Proteus springs to life and clobbers Rictor with a chair to the back of the head and then picks him up and hits a Hook, Line, and Sinker on him as C.E.O. Wheeler looks on… Proteus makes his way to his fallen brother and picks the microphone from his fingers. He leans over and whispers something to Rictor and then stands up and begins to head up the ramp.*
CEO: “Just what the hell did you say to him, and what makes you think that you can just do whatever you want to around here anyway?”
P: “My name is Proteus. I stand alone. I told that sorry sack of crap to be more careful of what he wished for, because he very well may get it. Oh, and…” *flicks off the C.E.O.*..."Have a Nice Day!”
*Proteus, who is wearing a crimson mask by now walks up the ramp the rest of the way and through the curtain as a shocked C.E.O. Wheeler and the rest of the sell out crowd at the Igloo look on at the carnage and wonder if this is the type of Revolution that will occur in just one week’s time!*
*Fade Out.*
END SHOW
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BPCW REVOLUTION 2002 CARD
"Dangerous" Doug Wagner open challenge for the BPCW Great Lakes Championship
Grudge Match: Jewish Avenger vs. Essa Rios
TLC Match: Steven Black/Nathan Hellstorm vs. Rob Van Dam/RetirO
BPCW Hardcore Title Melee: Shane O' Mac vs. Rodney vs. Joey Abs vs. Test vs. Joey Abs (c) with a former BPCW Superstar as the Special Enforcer
BPCW Tag Team Title Match: Saturn/Magnus vs. The Unholy Alliance (c)
BPCW Women's Title Match: Stephanie vs. The Sensational Sara (c)
BPCW Midwest Title Match: "Playboy" Jon Seitz vs. Sex Fiend (c), if Seitz loses, he forfeits his BPCW Contract.
"Sibling Rivalry" Last Man Standing Match: Proteus vs. Rictor
BPCW World Heavyweight Title Match: Icon 2000 vs. Sex Pistol (c)
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