A black screen. You turn your television on and excitedly switch to High Octane Television. It's just in time as the HOTv logo appears on your television. As it fades away, the United Toughness Alliance logo cues up before exploding to reveal a shot of a screaming audience.
The word "Live" now comes across the bottom of the screen.
As the camera pans across the fans in the sold out WesBanco Arena in Wheeling, WV, our faithful commentators begin to talk.
Blackfront: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Wrestleshow, live on High Octane Television. I'm Jason Blackfront and with me as always, the one, the only Tommy Ace!
The camera switches to focus on them.
Ace: Thank you Jason, it's exciting to be here. We're live in Wheeling, West Virginia at the WesBanco Arena, and boy is it loud in here.
Blackfront: It sure is Tommy. Tonight will be HUGE. Madman Szalinski, the UTA champion is set to return as we find out the fate of the UTA Championship.
Ace: Also on tap, don't forget, we will have matches to find out who will grab the last spot in the main event tonight!
Blackfront: Yes, hanging above the ring, that gigantic steel chamber hangs, ready for six men to enter and only one to leave.
We get a shot of the chamber hanging above the ring. It's size is nothing short of amazing.
Blackfront: We will also see a Fatal Four-Way in which the winner with be the Ring King finalist and meet the man who walks out of the chamber as the winner in two weeks right here on Wrestleshow.
Ace: What a night!
Blackfront: It sure is, and it begins right... NOW!
We pans across the fans still screaming to the top of the stage.
Announcer: Coming to the ring first, hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina .
The lights lower as a white glow fills the entrance area. Soft music starts to pour from the sound system, as the big screen flashes 'HATE' across it rapidly as Seether's Weak plays.
'No more love to purchase
I've invested in myself
You know nothing about me
Keep opinions to yourself
No more complications
Everything's just swell
No more obligations
There's nothing more to tell
I just want to be alone'
As the music instantly slams as a hard hitting tune the bald headed kid of hatred walks out with a sleeveless pleather white trench coat on and a pair of shades on.
Announcer: Standing at six foot five, and weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds.... IAN... MICHAELS... HAAAATEEEEE
Ian pays no mind to any fans in the arena as he walks down the middle of the isle and leaps onto the apron on his knee and stands to his feet. He wipes off his wrestling shoes on the apron, as he leaps over the top rope and lands into the ring.
Blackfront: IM Hate looking to secure a victory here and make his way to the chamber later tonight.
Ace: Out of everyone on the roster, IM Hate may be the ebst fit for a match like the chamber.
He tosses off the shades and removes his trench coat handing off at ringside as the music fades and the lights resume.
Going Down by Freddie King begins to play. The crowd starts to stir as they await La Flama Blanca.
The song is in full swing and Blanca walks through the curtain.
Announcer: On his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. He hails from Durango, Mexico... LA FLAMA BLANCA!!
He walks down the ramp and slaps the hands of the fans.
Blackfront: La Flama Blanca has been on a bit of a losing streak as of recent, can you imagine if he somehow got past IM Hate and then won the chamber tonight?
Ace: There's no way. I don't even see him getting past Hate, much less getting into the chamber and winning.
When he finally gets to the ring he jumps up to the outside and hops up to the top rope and then drops into the ring.
Blackfront: As the bell sounds, we kick the match off with an exchanging of words from both sides. IM Hate charges La Flama Blanca. Blanca under his arm. Both men off the ropes.... leap frog by La Flama Blanca. Fact pace action here in this opening bout.
Ace: Yea Blanca, that's right, waste your energy so if you do make it to the next match, you wont get through to the chamber.
Blackfront: Off the ropes again, La Flama Blanca slides under the legs of IM Hate.
Hate turns around as La Flama Blanca springs to his feet. He runs at IM Hate who bends down in preparation for a backdrop, then leaps over Hate grabbing his waste in the process.
Blackfront: Sunset flip by La Flama Blanca into a pinning position!
The referee drops to begin the count.
Blackfront: Kickout at one. La Flama Blanca unable to keep IM Hate down.
Ace: From what I hear, he's also unable to pay his debts as well.
Blackfront: Is all you do is gossip?
Both men push up.
Blackfront: IM Hate rushes La Flama Blanca. Blanca on his game tonight, takes Hate down with an arm drag. Both men up. Hate rushes Blanca again and once again another arm drag takes IM Hate down!
They quickly roll over and get up yet again. This time IM Hate runs and leaps.
Blackfront: Drop kick by IM Hate catches La Flama Blanca as he was getting back to his feet.
Ace: That'll stop that Mexican jumping bean.
IM Hate gets up and heads over, grabbing La Flama Blanca by the mask, pulling him to his feet.
Blackfront: Blanca now scooped up by IM Hate... scoop slam to the mat. IM Hate taking the match slow, saving as much energy as possible as he knows the winner of this match could potentially go on to two more matches tonight.
Ace: He's just smarter, that's all.
IM Hate lifts the left leg of La Flama Blanca and begins to stomp his inner knee.
Blackfront: Vicious stomps to the inner knee of La Flama Blanca by IM Hate. He wants to ground the luchadore before going for a pin.
Ace: This is just showing the brilliance that is Ian Michaels Hate right here. Take his legs out, and he can't flip around.
Blackfront: These two met early in the Ring King tournament, now once again going at it to try and secure that final spot. Every man in the UTA right now wants to have a chance to dethrone Madman Szalinski as the champion.
IM Hate drops La Flama Blanca's leg, and reaches down, wrapping both hands around his throat. Hate lifts Blanca up from the mat and then off of his feet. La Flama Blanca's feet kick as IM Hate holds him in the air.
Blackfront: The referee warning Ian Michaels to release Blanca.
As the referee counts, Hate drops La Flama Blanca at four. The referee gets in his face, but IM Hate just ignores him, pushing him aside and heading over to La Flama Blanca who is on the mat, gasping for air.
Blackfront: This man is filled with the same thing his last name shares, hate, and it shows.
Ace: Strategy Jason. He lets go at four, he knew what he was doing. Unlike La Flama Blanca who even after being warned, still attacked a defenseless Yoshii in that blindfold match a few weeks ago.
Blackfront: Defenseless... Are you kidding me Tommy?
Blanca tries to crawls away as IM Hate just stands over him and tilts his head to the side, watching La Flama Blanca squirm.
Blackfront: IM Hate now lifting La Flama Blanca back to his feet.
He grabs the back of Blanca's head and guides him to the corner, slamming his head into the turnbuckle before doing it again.
Blackfront: IM Hate introducing the face of La Flama Blanca to that turnbuckle.
Ace: Why are these fans booing? Shouldn't they be counting each time that masked idiot's head hits the corner?
Hate turns Blanca around and shoves him into the corner back first.
Blackfront: Hard shots to the stomach of La Flama Blanca who had started this match strong and now is fighting just to survive.
IM Hate grabs Blanca's throat again and squeezes as he presses him hard into the corner.
Blackfront: The referee warning IM hate who is being ruthless here.
Ace: Good. End La Flama Blanca for good!
Blackfront: Why do you not like the guy?
Ace: What's there to like?
Blackfront: Well the fans sure like him.
Hate lets go of Blanca as the referee gets to four again. He turns and begins raise his hand threatening the referee. Behind him, La Flama Blanca climbs backwards up the corner, perching on the second rope. As IM Hate turns back around, La Flama Blanca leaps forward, legs out, catching him around the neck and twisting as he falls down.
Blackfront: HURRICARRANNA FROM THE TURNBUCKLE!
Ace: Oh Come on!
The fans go crazy as IM Hate hits the mat. La Flama Blanca quickly flops over and leaps forward, covering him. The referee drops down and begins to count.
Blackfront: This one could be over!
Blackfront: YES! La Flama Blanca gets it!
IM hate kicks out, but it's too late as the bell begins to ring.
Blackfront: La Flama Blanca moves on and will face the winner of the next match for the final chamber spot!
Ace: This is pure crap Jason! IM Hate dominated him! He cheated!
Blackfront: How did he cheat?
Announcer: The winner of the match... LA FLAMAAAAA..... BLANNNNCCCAAAAAA!!!!
La Flama Blanca quickly rolls out of the ring to escape as IM Hate gets to his feet and looks to be on the verge of freaking out. Blanca holds his arms in the sky outside of the ring as IM Hate looks down at him angrily.
Blackfront: Could La Flama Blanca earn his way to a title shot tonight? This could be what turns things around for him.
Blanca looks up to the sky where the chamber hangs over the ring and points at it as if saying tonight he will be in it.
Ace: How can we have a chamber match and no IM Hate? This is ridiculous.
We go into commercial break
We pan to the top of the stage and the fans continue to go crazy. Suddenly, It's On by Tech Nine begins to play. Conrad Teller steps out from the back and raises his arms.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring first, from Riverhead, New York...
As Conrad begins down the ramp, he pulls off his white t-shirt and tosses it into the crowd.
Announcer: Standing at five foot ten and weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds... CONRAD... TELLLEEERRRRR...
Conrad continues to the ring.
Blackfront: Conrad Teller, the VCW Wildfire Champion, hoping to make it through Chance Von Crank tonight and move forward. Could he make it to the chamber?
Ace: Well Jason, there are rumblings that Crank is not even here tonight. I'm unsure if we'll even have a match.
Conrad enters the ring, walking to his corner and saying a silent prayer to himself.
Blackfront: If that's right, and Conrad ends up not having a match before meeting La Flama Blanca, you have to wonder how well La Flama Blanca can actually do after already being in one match tonight!
Huge cocking noise is heard followed by a shotgun blast booms over the arena....
Shock N Rolla...
Here 2 Show Ya...
Cocked Back... And.. Loaded!
Chance Von Crank
The fans begin to boo.
Blackfront: Well, there is his music, but where is Chance Von Crank?
Ace: I told you, a few days ago, he took his ball and went home for the second time since being in the UTA. He isn't hear tonight and I don't think we'll ever see Chance Von Crank again.
Conrad Teller watches all around him, making sure that Crank can't surprise him from any angle. After a few moments the referee talks to Conrad in the ring.
Blackfront: I think you may be right Tommy. I guess there's a first time for everything.
Ace: If you ask me, this is just a waste of everyone's time. Bring out Blanca and lets get going.
Conrad stands, hands on his hips, waiting. He is obviously frustrated at the lack of his opponent. The fans are chanting Crank Sucks at the top of their lungs.
Blackfront: I hope Chance Von Crank is watching from wherever he is and realizes that sometimes ego needs to be set aside. He has just jaded what fans he may have had.
The referee drops down to the floor and heads over to the announcers as Conrad Teller just shakes his head.
Ace: The guy is overrated anyways. He was in Death Row Wrestling where I used to work, and he was overrated there as well. Good riddance I say.
Crank's music fades out as the announcer stands up after speaking with the referee.
Announcer: On account of a forfeit... the winner of this match... CONRAD.... TELLERRRRRRR!!!!
The fans cheer and Conrad just looks disappointed.
Blackfront: Teller rightfully upset at this turn of events, but he is also fresh as we'll be heading almost directly into the next match.
We are taken outside of the WesBanco arena, with a graphic in the lower right corner reading EARLIER TONIGHT. The loading bay of the arena is seen, close to the parking lot. Several horns are heard in the distance, along with a familiar barking noise.
Peach: BARK! BARK!
A 1989 Lincoln Towncar pulls in, with Madman Szalinski's trademark blue-and-red mask on the front license plate. Several different cars are following him, as he pulls into the loading bay. Peach is seen with her head out the front window, barking while sitting in Ariel's lap. With a pair of Aviator sunglasses on over his mask, Madman puts the car in park dead square in front of the loading bay, hopping out. Ariel and Peach also exit, with the large convoy of cars parking wherever they can.
Peach's barks can barely be heard over the roaring of several loud truck engines and the sound systems of several other vehicles. Jennifer Williams, microphone in hand, tries to approach Madman but has to cover her ears after one older and rust-covered truck roars its engine.
Madman looks back, bags in hand, after shutting his trunk lid and starts rapping along with the song booming from the primer-laden car behind it.
Madman: SLAM! DUN DUNN DUNNN! DUNN DUNNNN DUNNN! DUNN DUNNN! LOOK OUT!
Noticing the camera and Jennifer, Madman stops as people begin filing out of the cars in the distance, with some cars still pulling into spots.
Jennifer: Madman! It's kind of hard to hear...
Ariel comes up, with Peach not visible in the shot but audible by the jingle of her dog tags. Madman adjusts the UTA Championship belt attached to his bag's strap as Jennifer attempts to interview him.
Jennifer: What is all this?
Madman: Just on my way to work...
A truck in the background honks its horn, which is the melody to "Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory (Of The Coming Of Our Lord)".
Madman turns his head, throwing up a backwards peace sign. He looks back towards Jennifer with a smile on his face.
Madman: I was hoping he'd make it. You have any idea how far of a drive it is from Lincoln County to Wheeling?
Jennifer: Who are all these people?
Madman: They were all heading to Wrestleshow too, so I figured we'd all just ride down together...
People begin to file in through the loading bay doors, side entrances, and anywhere else they can enter the arena. Dozens of people stream in from the convoy behind Szalinski, including an entire family of seven who are seen climbing out of a Geo Metro.
Jennifer: I hope these people bought tickets...
Madman: I bought them all, actually, and I have to say with experience, UTA's offers for group discounts on event tickets are spec-tac-ular!
Jennifer: You bought all of these people's tickets?
Madman: Well, some of them pre-ordered months ago before I even won the title...but yeah, I got a handful. I wanted my friends to share in this moment with me, and here they are!
A man with grey hair, a long beard, a straw hat, and flannel shirt walks right into the camera's scene, in front of Ariel, Madman, and Jennifer. He takes a drink from a bottle of Thunderbird wine.
The man disappears as quick as he appears. The interview continues nonchalantly.
Jennifer: I know this is a big night, but are you prepared to meet with James Wingate in the middle of that ring tonight to discuss whether or not you'll be able to defend your title?
Madman pats the championship with an even bigger smile.
Madman: There's not going to be much of a discussion. I'm going to change into my gear, step into that ring, and it'll be business as usual - like I never went away. So I think the question is, Jennifer...
Madman leans towards her slightly, taking a step towards walking away.
Madman: Is the UTA ready for me to come back and defend this title?
Madman walks away, along with Ariel and Peach.
Jennifer: There you have it, Madman Szalinski is here, and he's ready...but we'll see what James has to say.
The scene ends.
La Flama Blanca stands in the backstage area. The crowd in the arena is thunderous. For just under eight thousand people, it sounds like a football game with seventy thousand strong.
La Flama Blanca: One down and two more to go.
As we head back ringside, Conrad teller is still in the middle of the ring, resting on the ropes and waiting.
Going Down by Freddie King begins to play. The crowd starts to stir as they await La Flama Blanca. The song is in full swing and Blanca walks through the curtain.
Announcer: On his way to the ring, he hails from Durango, Mexico. He is… LA FLAMA BLANCA!!
He gets a nice pop as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp.
He walks down the ramp and slaps the hands of the fans. When he finally gets to the ring he jumps up to the outside and hops up to the top rope and then drops into the ring.
Blackfront: Here we go, one of these two men will take the final chamber spot once held by Drew Stevenson.
Ace: Speaking of guys who will never be seen in the UTA again.
Blackfront: This should be a good match, both La Flama Blanca and Conrad teller have a lot of fans backing them. Nothing but respect can be felt in the air tonight as we get ready to fill the chamber spot.
Both men look up at the chamber then back at each other. A nod of respect as the bell sounds.
Blackfront: Here we go. Conrad Teller quickly moves in to grab La Flama Blanca. Blanca ducks under his arms.
La Flama Blanca takes off in a sprint behind Conrad, hitting the ropes and returning as Teller turns.
Blackfront: Blanca on the return, baseball slide underneath the legs of Conrad Teller.
Ace: He sure likes going between people's legs, doesn't he?
Blackfront: Blanca to his feet behind Conrad, quick standing drop kick to the back of Teller!
Conrad Teller is sent stumbling forward, dropping to his knees and landing in a way in which his arms and neck fall over the middle rope. La Flama Blanca runs and leads up, grabbing the ropes and swinging his feet around, through the middle and top rope, catching Conrad in the face.
Blackfront: La Flama Blanca hits his target and Conrad Teller is down.
Ace: Isn't this guy tired from his last match? Come on Conrad, why don't you just shank him like he is one of the loudmouths from the yard?
Blackfront: La Flama Blanca quickly continuing his assault. He leaps to the middle rope as Conrad Teller is getting to his feet. You can't even tell he's already been in action tonight, that's the kind of competitor that La Flama Blanca is!
Teller wobbles as he gets up, not seeing La Flama Blanca jumping.
Blackfront: Moonsault to a cross body block by the masked man!
As they hit the mat, La Flama Blanca is sent sliding away from Conrad but quickly leaps up and across to cover Conrad.
Blackfront: Quick pin attempt by La Flama Blanca. Kickout at one.
La Flama Blanca doesn't dwell as he quickly gets back up. He runs to the corner turnbuckle as Conrad Teller begins to get up himself.
Blackfront: La Flama Blanca climbing the turnbuckle.
Ace: I hope he falls and breaks his neck.
Blackfront: You are just too negative Tommy.
Conrad is up and stumbles toward the corner as La Flama Blanca stands on top, turning to face him.
Blackfront: La Flama Blanca leaps, he catches Conrad by the neck with his legs... hurricarrana! That's the move that put IM Hate away in the first match!
The crowd goes crazy.
Ace: Good work being original there Blanca.
Blackfront: Have you ever been in the ring Tommy? What's wrong with using a move that is proven?
Conrad rolls to the side of the ring and slides to the floor. He holds himself up by the edge of the mat while holding his neck.
Blackfront: Conrad Teller taking a breather outside of the ring, trying to reevaluate the situation.
Ace: That's what you have to do. This may be his only chance to slow down La Flama Blanca.... or not.
La Flama Blanca runs toward the ropes and leaps into another baseball slide, this time under the bottom rope in Conrad' direction.
Blackfront: Conrad Teller moves.
Conrad catches the legs of La Flama Blanca and yanks him hard under the bottom rope, letting go and sending Blanca back first into the floor on the outside.
Blackfront: Quick thinking by Conrad Teller. This may be what he needs.
Ace: This is now Conrad Teller's match. He has La Flama Blanca outside of the ring and is a brawling specialist.
Teller shakes off the stars he had been seeing, and bends down pulling La Flama Blanca up by his head.
Blackfront: Hard whip by Conrad Teller, sending La Flama Blanca into the steel steps.
Blanca lays on the floor near the steps holding his shoulder as Conrad Teller walks over, bends down and pulls Blanca to his feet.
Blackfront: Heavy rights to the side of La Flama Blanca's head. He has to be feeling the effects of those steel steps on top of already competing tonight..
Teller grabs him by the back of the head and with force, yanks him forward and toward the barricade, sending Blanca into and over the top into the fans who leap out of the way.
Blackfront: Conrad Teller rolling back into the ring and out to restart the count.
Ace: YES! KEEP PUNCHING HIM! YES!
Conrad Teller heads over to the barrier, and crawls over to the other side, lifting La Flama Blanca to his feet and throwing him back first into the barricade.
Blackfront: The brawler of Conrad Teller coming out as they fight into the fans here. Boot to the gut of La Flama Blanca.
Blanca crumbles to his knees. Conrad Teller steps back a few feet then runs, raising his knee and catching him in the face, sending La Flama Blanca to his back inside of the barricade next to the fans.
Ace: This guy has been in prison and you want to have a fight with him? I don't think anyone in the chamber match has the experience that Conrad Teller does with being locked up.
Conrad lifts La Flama Blanca up, picking him up enough he tosses Blanca causing him to hit the top of the barricade stomach first. Blanca's body slides back over the barricade to ring side, with Conrad Teller stepping over and following.
Blackfront: Conrad Teller picking La Flama Blanca up again, takking him over to and rolling him into the ring.
Ace: Just like Blanca, having to have help to get into the ring. Worthless.
Blackfront: You need help Tommy.
Ace: yea, help getting enough signatures ona petition to get rid of people like La Flama Blanca.
Blackfront: People like La Flama Blanca? What's that supposed to mean?
As Teller gets to his feet after following into the ring, he picks La Flama Blanca up once again.
Blackfront: I'm not sure if La Flama Blanca can come back from the damage done already.
Blackfront: La Flama Blanca sent toward the turnbuckle, Teller follows closely...
Blanca grabs the top ropes as he reaches the corner and pushes up, allowing Conrad Teller to crash hard into the turnbuckle with his shoulder as Blanca lands on his feet.
Blackfront: La Flama Blanca somehow is able to muster the strength to move! Conrad Teller may be hurt now!
Teller holds his shoulder as he backs out of corner and turns around. Blanca runs to the side, leaps to the second rope and leaps across with a foot to the face of Conrad Teller. The crowd goes crazy as Tell goes to a knee.
Blackfront: It's like he's gotten a second wind! La Flama Blanca building momentum once again!
He gets up in front of the kneeling Conrad Teller, leaps and spins.
Blackfront: Spinning heel kick to the face of Conrad Teller!
Teller is sent up and back, hitting the turnbuckle then falling to a sitting position. La Flama Blanca points to the chamber hanging high and the crowd pops.
Blackfront: La Flama Blanca running to the opposite corner... He sets up... runs...
Blanca leaps and throws both feet out, catching Conrad teller in the face.
Blackfront: He connected fully!
Ace: Seriously, what does it take to put this guy out?
La Flanca Blanca rolls over and pushes up to his feet. He grabs Conrad's feet and yanks him away from the corner.
Blackfront: Blanca pulling Teller from the corner, I think he may be going to end this one now!
From the crowd we hear a rumbling. La Flama Blanca begins to climb the turnbuckle, looking to put an end to the match. The camera catches someone leaping over the barricade.
Blackfront: That... that's Perfection! What's he doing out here? He's supposed to be getting ready for the chamber tonight!
Blanca, standing on the top of the ropes, prepares for his 450 Splash entitled the Ay Dios Mio. Perfection, quickly, runs up the steps to the apron. La Flama Blanca looks over, seeing him and almost loses his balance.
Blackfront: Perfection is out here to distract La Flama Blanca. But why?
Ace: Maybe he wants Blanca out of the chamber since Conrad obviously isn't as tough as he looks and I thought he was. He can't even put down a masked idiot like Blanca.
The referee runs over and begins to yell at Perfection on the apron. perfection throws his hands up as to say he's not out to cause trouble. La Flama Blanca turns his attention back to the downed Conrad in the ring. Perfection grabs the top rope and begins to shake it like crazy before leaping to the floor. La Flama Blanca begins to swing his arms and falls forward, slipping in the air and landing back first to the mat. The fans begin to boo.
Blackfront: Oh come on! He caused La Flama Blanca to fall!
Ace: He never touched him Jason!
Perfection just grins as he walks around the ring, pulling away from outreaching fans. As he gets to the stage, Perfection walks up backwards, watching Conrad Teller, who has no idea what happened, rolling over, arm stretched out, and laying it across La Flama Blanca.
Blackfront: Conrad Teller has no idea what has just transpired but he wants that spot.
The referee drops and counts.
Ace: YES! YES! YEEEESSSS!!!!! KILL HIS DREAMS!!!!
Blackfront: ...and he does it! Conrad Teller will go to the chamber match! I'm unsure how he'll feel with the assistance from Perfection, but I know he wants to make a name for himself and the chamber is the way to do it!
The bell begins to ring.
Announcer: Your winner as a result of pin fall..... CONRAD.... TELLLLEEERRRRR!!!!
Ace: It's as simple as this, La Flama Blanca ran his mouth about Perfection. What better way to get back at him then cost him the biggest match of his career.
Conrad rolls over and pushes to his feet. The referee holds his hand up as his music begins to play. La Flama Blanca sits up and just stays, disappointment fills him. Teller walks over and extends his hand down. La Flama Blanca looks up at him as if trying to decide if Teller knew about Perfection or not. Finally, he accepts and is helped up by Conrad Teller. They exchange inaudible words before Teller grabs Blanca's arm and raises it out of respect. The fans scream like crazy.
Blackfront: A sign of respect between the two. La Flama Blanca isn't happy, but I can tell you this... he will take it out on Perfection. I'm unsure when, but once he gets his hands on him, Perfection will regret this.
Ace: La Flama Blanca will be the one regretting things Jason if he even considers stepping back into the ring with someone as good as Perfection in the ring.
v/o: Wheeling, West Virginia. Can you feel it, coming in the air tonight?
Boos, mixed in with a lot of cheers.
The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.
A hush falls over the arena as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the arena. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, until it forms The Mental Rapist.
Behind the letters, clips of Sean Jackson in the ring over the years comes to life on the video wall above the entrance way. Soon a theme begins, one that was very popular back in the day.
That being the opening notes of In The Air Tonight by Phil Collins.
v/o: Can you feel it coming? In the air, tonight?
As soon as the voice over ends, you hear the voice of Phil Collins start up with...
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord
Through the crimson mist, a ring of fire can now be seen as the fans can see two people rising up from the floor, Sean Jackson and Vanessa. Jackson is motionless while Vanessa stands bladed, her curves showing up beautifully against the backdrop. Once both have risen like a phoenix from its ashes, they step out of the ring of fire. Jackson is focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Vanessa runs her hands down the curves of her body and to her hips.
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord.
A slight smile forms on Sean's face as he looks out into the sea of darkness that has enveloped the fans in the arena. He then motions to his Vietnamese darkling that it's time to head to the ring.
Sean and Vanessa begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights glisten off of Vanessa's dark Vietnamese skin and cast a pale reflection on Jackson. Vanessa wearing a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well toned legs and cleavage while Jackson is dressed in his dark gray logo Mental Rapist shirt, black wrestling trunks, with red elbow and knee pads. His black boots have the initials MR on one and SJ on the other.
As soon as they enter the ring, a spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he is takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he looks outward to the wrestling fans, in a menacing manner which is much to the approval of a clapping Vanessa. Jackson then hops down off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena. At that moment Sean is handed a house mic and as the buzz of boos and cheers erupt through the arena, he raises the mic to his mouth
Jackson: Wheeling, West Virginia. Have you finally demanded more of your hometown hero? Have you finally demanded that he come clean about his blatant treachery with The Spectre?
Jackson: I see, I guess that means you haven't. But what can be expected from a bunch of West Virginia sheep, being led to slaughter by a couple of frauds.
As Sean continues speaking, he does begin to pace from side to side as Vanessa watches on, not moving, her arms folded in front. A slight smile begins to form as she can feel her followers growing in numbers. Yes, even here in West Virginia.
Jackson: Those frauds being The Spectre and Madman Szalinski.
The arena erupts into cheers just by the mention of the two Wrestle UTA superstars. Which completely confuses Sean Jackson.
Jackson: Oh sure, cheer the blatant cheaters while the hard worker...
Sean points to himself.
Jackson: Gets left out to dry.
Then points to the backstage area.
Jackson: While Madman gets to enjoy a vacation with MY championship, I have to stand in this ring and defeat five other competitors.
The veins are beginning to poke out of his neck as he begins to speak of the travesty imposed by Madman and Spectre.
Jackson: While Madman faked being in a coma, living a lie as YOUR UTA champion. I've had to scratch and claw my way, just to earn a spot in this ring tonight....
He points at the monstrous steel structure. This structure that can shorten careers, this structure that can break bones, and shatter the will of those not strong enough to survive it.
Jackson: While Madman gets to live the cowards life, I have to man up and defeat five other men just to get an opportunity to win my title back....
Sean stops speaking, but just long enough for a sadistic grin to form on his face. You've seen this look before, and it generally means that a plan IS in place. But of course, Sean Jackson didn't get to where he is today by NOT being able to adapt and overcome.
Jackson: But manning up to beat five other men inside of a wrestling ring is nothing new. Matter of fact, it's a welcome, because I get to show you how a real champion earns his stripes here in this business.
The smile gets larger.
Jackson: I get to show you people how a true champion earns his title belts, instead of having it handed to him by a jealous has been who has no business being in this sport at all.
Sean goes back to pacing, but as he does, he continues with the verbal assault on Szalinski and Spectre.
Jackson: Yes Spectre, I'm calling you a jealous has been and I'm saying that you're no longer needed in this sport. You've let your jealousy of me cloud your thinking, and it's affected your judgement.
The boos start up again. But this time, a trickle of pro Sean Jackson chants start up. Causing a battle between the two groups, which doesn't go un-noticed by the Mental Rapist.
Jackson: Listen to them Spectre. Listen to them finally questioning what they see in the likes of you and Madman. For far too long, they've followed the two of you, blindly in most cases, because they trusted you as heroes who would do the right thing....
A slight pause.
Jackson: But then, you dropped the shoe at Wrestleshow when you stated that you didn't come back for them. That you didn't come back for Wrestle UTA....
The look of satisfaction on Sean's face tells the whole story. For whatever reason, Spectre let something fly in his video response to the Madman and now, Sean Jackson is exploiting it.
Jackson: So that means you came back for your own selfish needs and wants, isn't that right Spectre? You stated that at Black Horizon, you chose the Madman to be the UTA champion, even though you promised these fans a good clean match as the special enforcer.
Oh yes, Sean was exploiting it fully.
Jackson: So since you lied then, how are we to believe you now?
Yes, the West Virginia sheep being led to slaughter. But now the question is, who is the real evil sheep herder taking them to slaughter?
Jackson: How are we to believe that you aren't going to be the mystery man tonight?
An eruption of cheers goes out. The Spectre hasn't wrestled an official match in UTA for nine years. Hell, this would be historic.
Jackson: How are we to believe that you'll trust Tobias Devereux, Perfection, or Will Haynes to get the job done? That you'll trust the winner of La Flama Blanca, cVc, Conrad Teller, or IM Williams wild card race to get the job done?
The smile disappears. Of course it does, because he's about to address the whole mystery man debacle.
Jackson: No, you're the mystery man tonight Spectre. You're the mystery man because someone in this structure needs to have a snowballs chance in hell of stopping me. You know it won't be Devereux, you don't have enough confidence in Perfection, and Will Haynes will be lucky to last five minutes with me.
Sean stops, he's once again looking at the backstage area. Leaving no doubt who he's talking to, and about.
Jackson: You wonder if La Flama Blanca will have anything left to stop me. You wonder if IM Williams is still scared of me. You wonder if Conrad Teller can keep from pissing his pants long enough to survive on the UTA level. And you've already seen me bitch slap cVc on his own television show. So that leaves you Spectre. That leaves you because there's no way in hell that Madman wants any of me tonight.
Sean turns his attention from the backstage area and immediately turns his attention to the Wheeling, West Virginia fans.
Jackson: There's no way Madman steps into this ring, to get completely destroyed in front of his sheep fan base. There's no way in hell that he wants to climb into this structure, and force his wife to watch as he's completely decimated by a man who doesn't care this much...
Sean holds his thumb and index fingers together, no space between them.
Jackson: About him. So yes Spectre, you're going to be the sixth man tonight because in your own mind, you are the only one who stands a chance of stopping me tonight. But Spectre....
An even more sadistic and evil look forms on his face. There isn't a living soul on this planet that Sean hates more than The Spectre.
Jackson: Not even you can stop me tonight. You're nothing more than a has-been, trying to live off the reputation of a dead career. But I tell you what Spectre, let's see what you do in front of those who consider you their hero. Let's see if you're the man of your word, or the fraud and liar that I know you to be....
The smile comes back.
Jackson: Let's see who it is you disappoint tonight. Or better yet, let's see who you prove to be right. These West Virginia sheep who don't know any better. Or the man standing in this ring, who knows you better than anyone.
A smug look over takes his face as his arms extend outward, an obvious dig at Spectre. However, before he gets a chance to say anything else, a new voice crackles over the speakers. The voice of Marshall Owens.
Owens: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Marshall Owens, and I'm the advocate for the REAL beast incarnate...
Sean looks confused. Especially as Marshall Owens steps out from behind the curtain.
Jackson: Marshall, what the hell?
Owens: Sean, our little group is growing, and it's growing by leaps and bounds. I have someone in the back who has been waiting for this moment for two weeks. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bring him out.
Marshall steps back behind the curtain, just long enough to retrieve something. As soon as he comes back, the entire arena erupts gasps in confusion as he has in his hands a teddy bear. But not just any teddy bear.
Owens: Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you the one, of the one, who will bring down the one, who intends on frauding the one....
Jackson: Marshall, have you....
Owens: Our friend Teddy....
Yes, the same Teddy who ran with Xander Hayes.
Jackson: Have you lost your mind? get that b....
Owens: Sean, maybe you should hear what he has to say before casting judgment on him.
Marshall looks over at Teddy, who is resting on his arm.
Owens: Tell him Teddy. Tell them all.
At that moment, a sinister sounding voice begins to crackle over the speakers. Finally, Teddy has a voice.
Teddy: For months, I've had to follow the ramblings of Xander Hayes. To listen to him misquoting me, unable to correct him because I had no head.
Sean and Vanessa take a step back, completely shocked that not only does the bear have a voice, but his head is reattached.
Teddy: Well now, my head is back on, and I have the means to not only talk, but to correct everything. I also now have the means to help you.
Jackson: Help me?
Teddy: Yes Mr. Jackson, help you. The things that these eyes have seen, the things that these ears have heard. You wouldn't believe what I can do for you now. Matter of fact, with me at your side, no one will be able to stop you.
Vanessa steps in and whispers something in Sean's ear.
Jackson: And why should I trust you?
Teddy: Because I have a skill that will bring down the frauds who stole the UTA championship from you.
Without saying another word, Sean drops the mic, causing a sonic static to echo through the arena. He and Vanessa then exit the ring and follow Marshall, along with Teddy to the backstage area. The camera shot then shifts back to the already confused announcers.
Kathryn VT is walking through the halls of the arena, her halter neck sheer black mesh dress punches in at the hips, allowing the material to flow around her legs as she walks. Now a fully fledged member of the UTA, nobody questions her presence just whispers about her reasons.
Tonight, she is carrying a nondescript black gift bag, silver crepe paper pokes over the edge of the bag. Her destination, to nobody's surprise. Tobias Devereux's locker room. She raps her knuckles on the door;
KVT: Tobias. I have something for you.
Reluctantly Tobias opens the door. Kathryn smiles sweetly at him, innocently. Tobias looks at her confused.
Tobias: What yew want chere?
She hands him the bag. Inside; a bottle of A. H. Hirsch Reserve and a box of King of Denmark cigars.
KVT: As we are both UTA Employees, I thought maybe we should revive an old tradition. In more ways than one.
She pulls her skirt to one side, revealing black stockings with a diamanté trim. Tobias can't help but been drawn in a little from her appeal. He slowly slips on a smirk though and brings out one of the cigars taking a slow sniff of the fine quality tobacco.
Tobias: If'n I didn't know no betta chere, I'd say yew's were tryin to play ole Tobias.
Kathryn pushes by him and goes into his locker room. She elegantly takes a seat, crossing her legs so that the stockings can still be seen. She takes her cigarette case out and lights one.
KVT: No play here. You've got a big match tonight, it's an unfair playing field, so I thought I'd drop by and offer my managerial services tonight, I still have the perfect record record you know.
Tobias: Oh well aint dat jus sweet of yew chere, I's mean to look out for ole Tobias. Yew wouldn't happen to be lookin for de sweet spot for de knife now would ya?
Tobias smirks as he lets the locker room door close as he heads on inside after KVT. She offers him her cigarette case.
KVT: I am genuinely hurt by that Tobias. I'm trying to do the right thing, our heat is personal. This is business. I could've easily offered my help to anyone else in that chamber tonight, but I came to you first.
Tobias takes one of the cigarettes from the case but holds it in his hands, he gives it a quick sniff over. He does it in a way that looks as though he's admiring the tobacco like he did with the cigar, however he was sniffing for poison. You can't be too careful with KVT.
Tobias: Well, I's apologize den chere. I's don't tink dat in de chamber a manager be much use, but if'n yew want to come watch ole Tobias up close in action like ole times, den I spose dat be fine wit me.
Tobias pulls out his Ace zippo and lights the smoke.
KVT: Who said I wouldn't already be watching.
Kathryn gives him a sly smirk of her own. She read he's for the bottle of bourbon and opens it up and as ladylike as possible takes a swig from the bottle.
KVT: No poison in there either. You want me stay out of the way. Fine, but as my mother used to say, this is not my first rodeo. But I'll respect your wishes.
Tobias: Yew do what yew do chere. I'll do what I do best and dat's come out ontop.
KVT: Well, my suite is just down the hall if you change your mind. Or if you do pull this off on your own, I'll be here to celebrate with you.
Kathryn stands, extinguishing her cigarette in the ashtray before turning to leave.
The lights dim just a bit and a tint of red light fulfills the entry ramp right as Japanese Bushido plays over the sound system.
Out steps Jed Dye on to the stage. He stops and straightens his tie then turns around and hosts both hands toward the entrance to introduce the monster sumo mammoth from Japan, Yoshii.
Announcer: Coming first to the ring... from Tokyo, Japan and being accompanied by Jed Dye....
Out steps Yoshii as he walks and stands next to Jed Dye, focused on the ring. Jed rubs Yoshii's shoulders to prep him for the battle that's ahead. They both start walking towards the ring as Jed ignores the 'loser' fans who hold their hands out, while Yoshii high fives all of them while never losing his focus on the ring.
Blackfront: Yoshii is the big man in this match and that could be a definite advantage as long as he can keep up with the other three.
Announcer: He stands at six foot four and weighs in at five hundred and thirty nine pounds.... YOOOSSHHHIIIIII!!!!
Ace: Yoshii is old news Jason. He's already proven just because he is so big, it does him no good. he's a loser and he will not win this match. I guarantee it.
Seek and Destroy by Metallica hits the PA system as the Canadian flag appears on the main video screen. Red lights fill the arena and from the back, CBR comes into view.
Announcer: Coming to the ring, hailing from Montreal, Canada... Standing at six foot four and weighing in at two hundred and fifty seven pounds...
Wearing his trademark purple and white robe, with purple tinted shades, he makes his way down to the ring, arms raised to the fans in a 'look at me' pose.
Announcer: He is... The Canadian Star... C..B..RRRRRRRRR
He flings the robe off and takes the steps to the apron, slowly getting into the ring. Once inside, CBR raises his arms, flexing to show off his physique. He takes off his shades and stretches his rut arm, preparing.
Rock Me Amadeus by Falco beings to play over the main speakers. On the screen, It’s only Natural scrolls across in gold letters on a black background.
Announcer: Making his way next... Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota...
Dan makes his way to the entrance and pauses for a moment looking amongst the disapproving crowd. His blue sequins robe sparkles when the light hits it just right he makes his way down to the ring.
Announcer: He stands at six foot and two inches.. weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty three pounds...
Inscribed on the back of his robe reads World Class in gold letters. He doesn’t stop at all, and when he gets into the ring he holds his arms out showing off as the crowd disapproves of Dan.
Announcer: He is.... DAAANNNN.... BENSOOOOOOONNNN!!!
He removes his robe, and hands it to an attendant outside the ring.
Announcer: Their last opponent... hailing from Medina, Saudia Arabia...
He makes his way down the ramp, never once looking at the fans around him; he stares straight up at the ceiling, speaking softly to himself in Arabic.
Announcer: He stands at six foot three, and weighs in at two hundred and forty five pounds... ABDUL... AHAAAADDDDD!!!!!
Once at ringside, he finally looks down, scanning the arena once before he climbs into the ring. He makes his way over to his corner without fanfare, preparing for his match.
Blackfront: We are about to find out who will be the Ring King tournament finalist and who will go on to meet the winner of tonight's main event in two weeks on Wrestleshow!
Ace: One of these guys could be in the main event of Ring King even Jason!
Blackfront: That's right, you may be looking at your next UTA Champion right here tonight! But, lets quit looking to the future and look at the now. We have four men in the ring, the first to score a pin fall wins. Alliances could be made here tonight, and new feuds born.
The bell sounds.
Blackfront: The action is starting now!
Dan Benson and CBR look at each other. With a nod, they turn and both run at Yoshii, attacking him with a flurry of lefts and rights. Jed Dye holds his head in shock.
Blackfront: Here's those alliances I spoke of as the Internet Champion and Dan Benson team to attack Yoshii. He's a big man, attack in numbers and take him out quick.
Abdul Ahad, knowing that it isn't right to team up on Yoshii, quickly runs into action. He grabs CBR's should and turns him around giving him a series of rights and lefts himself.
Blackfront: This is not a tag match, but Abdul Ahad has just ran to the assistance of Yoshii who is now in the corner as Dan Benson continues to work on him.
Ace: Well, you've got to protect the mentally challenged.
Blackfront: Yoshii isn't mentally challenged Tommy.
Ace: Could have fooled me. I can't understand a word he says.
Blackfront: it's because English is his second language Tommy...
Ace: Whatever. Foreign, mentally challenged, it's all the same.
Blackfront: How do you even still have a job?
Abdul Ahad sends CBR over the top rope, crashing to the floor outside.
Blackfront: The Internet Champion outside of the ring. If he wants to win, he needs to get back in, and quickly. All it takes is one man gaining a pin fall to end this.
Ahad turns and runs over, leaps up.
Blackfront: Running knee to the back of Dan Benson!
Benson flies forward, slamming into Yoshii in the corner, and then falling backwards to the mat as Abdul Ahad gets to his feet. He looks down toward CBR who is still down, then at Dan Benson, on the mat holding his back.
Blackfront: Abdul Ahad coming to the rescue of Yoshii, a man of very strict morals and beliefs that a fight should be competitive and fair.
Yoshii, not understanding Abdul was just trying to help him and wanting to win his self, waits until Abdul turns back at him before yelling YOSHIIIII and running at Ahad.
Blackfront: OH MY! Yoshii with a huge body check sending Abdul Ahad to the mat.
Ace: Almost six hundred pounds almost running over you. Just ask CBR, it doesn't feel good.
Blackfront: I guess that's what you get get for trusting Yoshii.
Ace: You mean trusting a mentally challenged child-man?
Blackfront: Here we go again.
Dan Benson, still holding his back as he kneels up, keeps his eyes on Yoshii who raises his hands as if he already won, being the only man standing.
Blackfront: Dan Benson stalking Yoshii as Jed Dye tries to get his attention from outside of the ring.
Ace: Is it fair that that idiot has another idiot outside helping him? I think not.
Blackfront: Benson takes off! Chop block to the back of Yoshii's knee and the big man goes down!
Benson quickly rolls out of the way of the falling Yoshii as Jed Dye can't believe what he's seeing. As Dan jumps up and down, his arms in the air, CBR slides back into the ring behind him.
Blackfront: Benson, unaware of CBR being in the ring turns... boot to the gut!
CBR places Dan's head between his thighs, reaches forward and grabs his trunks before leaping back and down.
Blackfront: PILEDRIVER TO DAN BENSON!
CBR waste no time, turning Benson over and pinning him as the referee drops.
Blackfront: The Internet Champion looking to end this now! No! Abdul Ahad is up and breaks the attempt.
Ace: Well, that's "fair" stopping someone from an earned pin.
Blackfront: What? The goal is to win, not allow your opponent to. Wow Tommy, just wow.
Abdul Ahad pulls CBR up. CBR, half way, begins to his Ahad in the gut before pushing his chest and him back and into the ropes.
Blackfront: Using the ropes, CBR sends Abdul Ahad across the ring. Ahad on the return... CBR grabs him, turns... SPINEBUSTER!!!!!!
Once again, CBR quickly goes for the cover, this time, Yoshii, who had used the ropes to pull his massive body up, is able to bring a foot down on top of him to stop the fall.
Blackfront: Foiled yet again, this time by Yoshii. Yoshii now lifting CBR up, forearm to the back of the Internet Champion, sending him to a knee. Another forearm to the back. Those are must feel like tree trunks hitting CBR's upper back.
Ace: Or honey baked hams.
Blackfront: Yoshii picking CBR up to his feet. The big man now scooping CBR... and slams him to the mat!
The fans scream. Elsewhere Dan Benson begins to come to as Jed Dye yells to cover CBR.
Blackfront: Dan Benson is back up, but he seems a bit dazed still from that piledriver earlier.
Ace: This match has to be Benson's all the way. His years on the indy scene have proven that he is as seasoned as you get.
Blackfront: Benson heads toward Yoshii... boot to the big man's gut... he turns and reaches up... dropping down.. THE SHOCKER ON YOSHII!!!!! HE HIT THE SHOCKER ON YOSHII!!!
Jed Dye screams in agony outside of the ring as Yoshii's arms fly out to the side and he falls backward, hitting the mat with massive force.
Blackfront: Benson quick with the cover on Yoshii! This could be it! This could be it! The referee goes for the count!
Ace: GET HIM!
CBR rolls over and sees the pin. He quickly moves into action leaping up and coming down with an axe handle on Benson to stop the pin.
Blackfront: Broken up again! Wow. This match has been non stop action from the moment the bell rang!
Ace: I hope Madman isn't watching from the back. He may have another heart attack from all of the close calls.
CBR begins to get to his feet, so does Abdul Ahad behind of him.
Blackfront: CBR unaware that Abdul Ahad is behind him as he lifts Dan Benson to his feet. Grabs him belly to belly... and suplex!
Abdul Ahad side steps Dan Benson being thrown toward the corner of the ring, before moving forward and grabbing CBR as he's getting to his feet. He lifts him up on his shoulders into an Argentine Backbreaker before tossing him up and forward down on his knees.
Blackfront: Infidel's Demise!
Ace: The Internet Champion isn't so tough now is he?
As Abdul goes to cover CBR, Yoshii who is up now, comes forward and raises a knee to his face, stopping him.
Blackfront: Once again, Yoshii is the last man standing in the ring.
He heads toward the ropes, using them to bounce off and leaps up...
Blackfront: HUGE LEG DROP TO ABDUL AHAD!!!!!
Ace: WHY DIDN'T HE MOVE?!
Jed Dye slaps the mat for Yoshii to finish the match. He begins t get up, slowly and looks around until he sees Dan Benson near the corner.
Blackfront: I think Yoshii may be doing just what Jed Dye wants him to as he heads to the corner.
Ace: Oh jeez.. we just replaced the ring after the last time this idiot did this.
Yoshii climbs to the second rope and looks out to the crowd as he yells BONZAI before leaping off and landing on the chest of Dan Benson where he just sits. The referee moves into action and begins the count.
Blackfront: This one may be over.
Ace: or not! look at Ahad!
Abdul Ahad pushes himself up. As he heads toward Yoshii, CBR reaches out, grabbing his feet and yanking him down.
Blackfront: CBR STOPS ABDUL AHAD! He may not be aware that a pin is in motion!
The referee hits the mat for the third time.
Blackfront: This one is over! What was that about you guaranteeing Yoshii would not win?
Ace: I never said that.
Blackfront: You most certainly did.
Ace: Nope. I don't recall.
Announcer: The winner of this match and Ring King finalist.... YOSHIIIIII!!!!!!
Jed Dye slides into the ring and jumps up and down as he hugs Yoshii who has gotten to his feet.
Blackfront: Yoshii is the Ring King Finalist. The former Internet Champion is one step closer to becoming the two thousand and fourteen Ring King as well as have his first UTA Championship match!
Ace: He still has to get past the winner of the main event tonight if he wants to do that, so lets not jump ahead of ourselves Jason.
Yoshii and Jed Dye exit the ring and celebrate as his music dies down. Inside of the ring, Abdul Ahad and CBR are both up yelling at each other.
Blackfront: CBR pushes Ahad. Ahad returns with a right. These two men exchanging punches!
Ace: Well, CBR did cost both of them this match. I don't blame Abdul for being mad.
Quickly officials begin running down from the back and hitting the ring, breaking the two apart from each other. CBR and Abdul continue to yell at each other as they are split away from each other.
Blackfront: I don't think this is over between those two.
They continue to yell and have to be held back as we go into commercial break.
Backstage at Wrestleshow, Will Haynes is gathering himself. Coleslaw Jenkins, his homeslice is with him.
Thrill is dressed for the match. He's locked in and loaded. Slaw is dressed casually. He'll watch the action from backstage. He lobbied for viewing it from a bar across the street but the effect isn't the same.
Slaw: Ya got dis.
Will: This is gonna be an uphill climb, B. Let's not kid ourselves.
Slaw: Ain't nothin' new then right?
Slaw: You member what you want. You fight for your chance. If you're gonna down, you're gonna down swingin'.
Will: Heard dat.
They pound it out. With their fists. Ew, you perv.
Will: This match tonight will at least turn some heads my direction at least. Show folks that I'm serious 'bout bein' back in the game.
Slaw: I mean if you lose you'll just storm out right?
Will: Excatly. Cause that's what I do.
The two of them smile, trying to hold back full on laughter. There's been a lot of insults hurled Thrill's direction but he really likes the ones that call him a sore loser.
Will: Look if they drag my ass to the hospital can you make sure I get hooked up when it comes to the drip. Don't let 'em skimp.
Slaw: Aiight. I'll see what I can do.
Will: I left a whole envelope at the motel room with my insurance info, checkbook. Anything I thought we would need if I end up in the hospital after this one. It's that kind of match.
Slaw: Last cage you wrestled in was not pretty.
Will: Yeah. Don't remind me. Hopefully this one goes a little better.
Slaw: I'll say.
Will: Aiight homes.
Slaw: Aiight. Give it to 'em, killer.
Will exits the area to head out.
Slaw: He's gonna get his teeth kicked in.
He just shakes his head.
As we return ringside, standing in the middle of the ring is the one and only owner of the United Toughness Alliance, James Wingate. He holds a microphone down as the fans scream. As he looks out to the crowd, he smiles before raising a hand asking them to quiet down. Finally he raises the microphone to his mouth.
Wingate: Are you having a good time West Virginia?
The crowd goes absolutely batshit crazy at the mention of their state.
Wingate: What a night so far!
They continue to go crazy.
Wingate: Each and every show then men and women of the UTA do this for each and every one of you in the crowd and watching at home. We thank you, for being loyal fans of the greatest wrestling promotion not only in America, but the world.
The crowd goes even crazier.
Wingate: Without further delay.. I want to welcome you, for the first time live since Black Horizon.. YOUR UTA Champion... MADMAN... SZALINSKIIII!!!!
The lights go out, only cell phones illuminate the audience.
As the hi-hats count off four to start off Dr. Wily Part One, the stage lights up and Madman Szalinski jumps out from behind the curtain. Ariel Shadows calmly walks out behind him as he screams some random words out to the fans. Peach barks from the ramp, running around sniffing. The audience goes nuts as the trio make their way down the ramp, Madman with the title over his shoulder.
Blackfront: What a night, in front of his hometown, Madman Szalinski returns!
Ace: Only to be stripped of the title Jason!
Blackfront: We don't know that Tommy.
Ace: The guy was in a freaking coma for two weeks after having a heart attack Jason! How can Wingate let him compete ever again?
Halfway down the ramp, Madman turns to Ariel who has picked Peach up and can be sen talking to her. She kisses him on the cheek and turns around to head to the back as he turns to face the ring. Holding the title over his head, Madman soaks in the crowd before pulling it close to his body and jetting the rest of the way down the ramp, sliding into the ring.
As he enters, he jumps up to his feet. The lights come back up as Madman runs to a corner, climbing and holding the belt high.
Ace: Last time we saw that, it didn't end well for him.
Madman leaps to the mat and turns toward James who just smiles. he walks to his boss and is greeted with an extended hand which he shakes.
Wingate: Welcome back to the UTA Madman... how do you feel?
James holds the microphone up to the champion. The camera zooms in on him as he looks out to the screaming fans and smiles.
Szalinski: The only thing I can think of saying boss... GAH DAMN SON!
The roof is blown off by the cheers.
Wingate: I want to thank you for meeting me out here tonight Madman. Tonight, I will announce to you, and the world the results of your medical test and the status of the UTA Championship.
Szalinski: I feel like a million bucks boss.
Wingate: I bet you do.
Wingate turns and walks a few feet away from Madman before turning back to him and continuing.
Wingate: You went through a battery of test as you know.
Wingate: Now, the doctors have determined that you can in fact return to action.
The fans blow up again and Madman fist pumps the air. Wingate just waits before raising the microphone to his mouth again.
Suddenly the crowd turns and the smile begins to escape from Madman's face.
Wingate: Superstar's overall health is a number one priority to me and always has been.
Madman can be seen mouthing to James how this isn't fair.
Wingate: With that being said... this decision was a hard one to make and may not please many people.
Madman Szalinski holds the title in both hands and looks down at it as the fans boo.
Wingate: But I have to do what I have to do Madman.
Wingate: Although it is against every bit of good judgment I personally have....
Complete heat on the boss as Madman's heart can be seen breaking on live television.
Wingate: Now hold on before you lynch me, and hear me out.
Wingate: As I said, it is against every bit of good judgment I personally have that...
Wingate: ... that I ALLOW Madman Szalinski to retain the championship and return to active competition. Madman, you passed the test of the doctors and you've displayed you are as well as you have been if not better, congratulations... you are going to Ring King!
Madman's eyes open wide and he smiles at his boss, knowing he just got ribbed on live TV in front of millions. The fans roar and scream twenty times louder than before.
Wingate: But before then, would you do me the honor champ... and join me ringside to call tonight's main event?
Madman throws the title over his shoulder and steps in.
Szalinski: It'll be a privilege.
Wingate: I present to you... YOUR UTA CHAMPION!
James grabs Madman's arm and raises it as the fans cheer. Madman pulls his title down and runs to another corner, climbing and holding it up, taking in the cheers yet again as we fade to commercial break.
The crowd rumbles as the camera aims up to see the chamber hanging over the ring. It begins to slowly lower and the crowd gets louder.
Wingate: It's main event time as the chamber begins to lower. Once it is down, we will introduce the opponents, with the first four being locked into those pods that will open at random times during the match. I'm here with UTA Champion, Madman Szalinski, as we get ready for the most anticipated match in Wrestleshow history.
Szalinski: So tell me boss, who's the sixth man?
Wingate: You already know Madman.
Szalinski: I do?
Wingate: Yes, Conrad teller who earned his way into the match just earlier on the show.
Szalinski: So there's no mystery opponent?
Wingate: If you want to be technical about it, he's the fifth man.
Szalinski: Well, that's a mind... yea. That's just crazy.
As the chamber his the floor around the ring, the camera zooms in on a covered pod.
Szalinski: Wait, so the fifth man has been in that pod all night long?
Wingate: Not necessarily.
Szalinski: Man, this makes my head hurt.
Suddenly, Call to Pray by Seether begins to play but is quickly cut off.
Szalinski: Whoah... Abdul bin Hussain is here?
Wingate doesn't reply but the camera catches him for a moment talking into his headset, more than likely yelling at whomever made the mistake.
Szalinski: Alright then.
The arena goes dark as High Ball Stepper by Jack White comes over the PA. The song jams along as white smoke fills the entrance way. The piano solo starts leaving the crowd waiting, after it's finished and the song returns to it's rock roots out of the back steps Will 'The Thrill' Haynes.
Announcer: Making his way now, from Athens, Georgia... He stands at six foot two and weighs in at two hundred and forty pounds...
The song continues to build and jam as Thrill makes his way down the ramp and to the ring.
Announcer: He is... WILL... THE THRILL... HAYYNNNNEEESSSS!!!!!!
Once there, he climbs the ring steps, steps through the open door to the first pod and gets ready as an official locks it from the outside.
Wingate: Will 'the THRILL' Haynes the first man out tonight will be in a pod to be randomly selected to enter the match.
Szalinski: I've been watching this guy, I like him.
The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.
Announcer: Making his way to the ring next... from Dallas, Texas....
A hush falls over the arena as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the arena. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena...
Can you feel it coming? In the air, tonight?
As soon as the voice over ends, you hear the voice of Phil Collins start up with...
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord.
As the popular Phil Collins song In The Air Tonight begins to play, the letters on the big screen finish forming with a nickname now well known with this theme....
Announcer: He stands at six foot two... and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds....
[The Mental Rapist]
Through the crimson mist, a ring of fire can now be seen as the fans can see two people rising up from the floor. The arena erupts into boos and slight cheers as the two people are quickly recognized as Sean Jackson and the evil jezebeth Vanessa. Jackson is motionless while Vanessa stands bladed, her curves showing up beautifully against the backdrop. Once both have risen like a phoenix from its ashes, they step out of the ring of fire with Sean completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Vanessa runs her hands down the curves of her body and to her hips.
Announcer: The former United Toughness Alliance Champion.... SEAN... JAAAACKKKSSOOONNN!!!!
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord.
A slight smile forms on his face. Lord only knows what's floating around in that screwed up head of his, especially with the Vietnamese darkling at his side. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring.
Wingate: Sean Jackson wants to win this one and move on to meet Yoshii next Wrestleshow to fight for yet another chance to become the UTA Champion.
Szalinski: Sean Jackson is no joke in the ring and I know this personally. Let him win tonight, I'm more ready than ever.
They begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights glisten off of Vanessa's dark Vietnamese skin and cast a pale reflection on Jackson. Vanessa wearing a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well toned legs and cleavage while Jackson is dressed in a white shirt with the NWA logo on the front, blood pouring from the bottom. He is also wearing black trunks with gold colored material and outlined in blood red you see "Mental" and on the opposite leg you see "Rapist".
Sean walks up the steps and enters his pod, allowing it to be locked behind him as Vanessa watches on from the outside.
The sounds system begins to play the opening riffs of Perfect Gentleman by Helloween.
Announcer: Next to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California...
The crowd immediately responds with jeers a boos. The one and only Perfection exits from behind the curtain raising his arms accepting the crowds reaction to his wonderfulness.
Announcer: Standing at six feet tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds.... PERFECTIOOONNNNN!!!
♪ There is no doubt about it
I'm one of kind, baby
I am le d'Artagnan de coeur
As you may see, candy♪
Perfection makes his way towards the ring taking his time to jaw-jack with fans near the rails. He walks up the stairs to enter the ring. He poses for all to see flexing and smiling those pearly whites. Perfection enters this pod.
♪ Yes I am
I am a perfect gentleman
Yes I am
I am a perfect gentleman
Yes I am, I am, yes I am
Szalinski: You don't like this guy do you? What do you think about him being in this spot?
Wingate: I don't hate him at all, I just think some people need to check their egos at the door. I can tell you this... after tonight, going through what he is about to go through... that ego will be taken down a notch.
Szalinski: Unless he wins.
Silence from the boss.
As we return to the stage, Hysteria by Muse starts to play as the crowd starts to rumble. From behind the curtains come Tobias Devereux, De Cajun Sensation, like you didn't know!
Announcer: Making his way to the ring fnext From Baton Rouge, Louisiana...
Tobias Devereux tips his hat towards the crowd despite the mixed reaction before sprinting towards the ring and sliding under the bottom rope. He slides all the way to the center of the ring and looks around at the crowd before popping up to his feet. He goes from corner to corner to taunt at the fans and jaw jack at a few in the front rows.
Announcer: Standing at six foot three and weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds... TOBIAS... DEVEREUXXXXX!!!
He eventually gets into his corner and takes of his trench and fedora sitting both in the corner. He stretches out a bit while he awaits the bell.
Wingate: Tobias Devereux the first man into the ring to kick things off with Conrad teller who will be out momentarily.
We pan to the top of the stage and the fans continue to go crazy. Suddenly, It's On by Tech Nine begins to play. Conrad Teller steps out from the back and raises his arms.
Announcer: And last... making his way to the ring now... from Riverhead, New York...
As Conrad begins down the ramp, he pulls off his white t-shirt and tosses it into the crowd.
Announcer: Standing at five foot ten and weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds... CONRAD... TELLLEEERRRRR...
Conrad continues to the ring.
Wingate: Conrad Teller beat La Flama Blanca just a while ago to earn his spot right here tonight and maybe an UTA Championship shot at the pay per view if he can win this and the next match against Yoshii.
Szalinski: Your sixth man folks. All of the Twitter questions and speculations, and the sixth man is Conrad Teller. I tell you James, you're a crazy cat.
Conrad enters the ring, walking to his corner and saying a silent prayer to himself. The main chamber door is shut behind him and locked.
Wingate: Here's the rules of the match for those who are no aware. Tobias Devereux and Conrad Teller will start things off. At random intervals, a pod will open and let someone else into the match. A pin fall or submission at any time eliminates the wrestler. The final man in the ring, will be the Ring King Wild Card winner and go on to face Yoshii in two weeks right here on Wrestleshow.
Szalinski: That was a mouth full.
Tobias and Conrad prepare as the other three men watch from their pods and the bell sounds.
Wingate: Collar to elbow tie up to start things off. Tobias Devereux takes control, pulling Teller into a side headlock.
As Tobias tightens his grip, Teller struggles, but is unable to move.
Wingate: Teller caught in the headlock.
Szalinski: He's not going anywhere as the Cajun Sensation continues to keep control.
Wingate: Well, maybe not. Conrad Teller attempting to pry Tobias Devereux's fingers from their tight grip. If he can get free, he may be able to capitalize on the brief window he opens up.
Tobias once again reset the hold, foiling the attempt by Teller.
Wingate: Teller going another route now, as he sends an elbow into the ribs of Tobias Devereux.
Teller elbows Devereux's ribs a second time, causing him to loosen his grip. He pushes back, out of the headlock, rolling to the left and around behind Devereux, locking his arms around his waist.
Wingate: Belly to back hold by Teller.
Szalinski: I'm impressed. Conrad Teller is showing off that he knows a bit more than just fighting skills.
Wingate: How would you feel to face Conrad at the pay per view?
Szalinski: Look, I will face anyone. I'm the champion and I will take on all comers. Simple as that.
Tobias Devereux quickly grabs the hands of Teller, and begins to pry them from each other. His arms shake as he pulls Teller's out to the sides before taking a twisting step up and turning into Teller, facing him before quickly grabbing Teller around the waist, and lifting.
Wingate: Belly to belly suplex by Tobias Devereux sends Teller hard into the mat.
Szalinski: You've got to watch those suplexes by Devereux.
Wingate: You sure do.
Teller sits up, holding his back for a brief moment, before turning over and getting to his feet as Tobias Devereux gets to his as well.
Wingate: Devereux charges Teller and is caught by an arm drag.
Tobias quickly rolls over and up, charging Teller again.
Wingate: Another arm drag by Teller who is using Tobias' Devereux's own momentum to send him to the mat.
Both men quickly get to their feet again and rush each other.
Wingate: Teller ducks a clothesline attempt
Teller continues on, hitting the ropes and returning, as Tobias Devereux just turns around and bends down, in hopes to catch him on the return.
Wingate: Teller off the ropes, on the return... running knee lift into the face of Tobias Devereux.
Szalinski: He caught him directly in the face with that one. Another few of those and he'll need to wear a mask like me.
Devereux falls backward, holding his face, as Teller looks at the pods, almost expecting them to start opening.
Szalinski: That prison mindset setting in.
Conrad Teller reaches down to grab the legs of Tobias Devereux. However, Tobias has recovered enough to kick Teller in the face, causing him to stumble back.
Wingate: Tick for tack as Tobias Devereux returns the favor with a kick to the face.
Tobias rolls over and gets to his feet. Teller shakes the kick off and sprints forward, leaping up wih his legs out.
Wingate: Dropkick to the knees of Tobias Devereux.
Szalinski: That was sloppy, but it worked.
Conrad Teller gets to his feet. He bends down and lifts Tobias up. As Devereux is halfway up, Teller brings a forearm down across his back.
Wingate: Forearm to the back of Tobias Devereux.
Tobias goes to a knee. As Teller begins to lift again, Devereux reaches forward and grabs his legs, yanking back.
Wingate: Tobias Devereux able to send Teller to the mat.
Still holding his legs, Tobias begins to stomp Teller.
Wingate: Vicious stomps to the inner leg of Conrad Teller.
Szalinski: Smart thinking by Tobias Devereux. Take your opponent's legs out and they can't lead an assualt. Especially when your opponent is someone hard hitting like Conrad Teller.
Devereux drops Teller's legs and heads to the side of him, coming down with a knee.
Wingate: Knee drop to the ribs of Teller.
Szalinski: Working the entire body will take him out of this quicker.
As Teller holds his side and gasp for a breath, Tobias now heads above him, standing over his head. He reaches down, grabbing Teller's arms and lifting them up and out before coming down and placing a knee into the center of his back.
Wingate: Tobias Devereux now stretching Teller, pushing into him with his knee.
Teller screams in pain as the referee ask if he wants to submit. Teller shakes his head violently no, as he continues to try and escape.
Wingate: Both men in the middle of the ring, Conrad Teller has no place to go.
Szalinski: This is hurting my back just watching. If applied much longer, Teller may never be able to live comfortably again.
Tobias pulls his knee back a bit before slamming it forward with force. Teller yells again, wenching in extreme pain.
Wingate: Tobias Devereux showing a mean streak as he continues to torture Teller in this main event bout.
Devereux pulls his leg back yet again, bringing it into the back of Teller. However, this time he releases his opponent, letting Teller hit the mat. He holds his back and kicks his legs as Tobias Devereux stands from a kneeling position.
Wingate: Tobias Devereux looking to put a weakened Teller out.
Szalinski: There's no way Teller is going to be able to come back in this match. Just no way.
Wingate: Devreux pulling Teller to his feet.
He grabs Teller's left arm and sends him into the ropes. As he returns, Tobias throws a leg out, catching Teller in the face.
Wingate: Big boot by Tobias Devereux. Teller is out cold.
Szalinski: He hit him so hard in the face he broke his dentist's jaw!
The lights start to flash over the pods, going between each of them.
Wingate: It's time for the first pod to open!
Szalinski: I haven't been this excited since Ariel showed me what's under her bra for the first time.
The light stops on Sean Jackson's pod and the door opens.
Wingate: Sean Jackson the first one out of the pod!
Szalinski: I'm not sure how well this will go for Sean. If I was in this match, I'd want to be the last one out of the pod.
Jackson quickly exits the pod and enters the ring through the ropes.
Wingate: Jackson out of the pod with force. He rushes Tobias Devereux, big clothesline!
Conrad Teller begins to get up as Sean Jackson turns to him. He raises his knees, slapping them, before taking off... and putting a big knee into the back of Conrad's head.
Wingate: Game called due to darkness!!!!
Szalinski: Sean Jackson making an impact early there. That's the former champion guys. I have been in the ring with him, in a cage, and it's no fun.
Jackson makes sure both men are down before he heads over and exits the ring through the ropes to the steel grates outside of the ropes near the pod which is covered. Jackson slaps the outside of the pod repeatedly, yelling for whomever is in to show themselves.
Wingate: He could be winning the match now, but Sean Jackson would rather waste time trying to figure out who's the fifth man.
Szalinski: He is convinced it's The Spectre, and I'm not sure he's far off.
Wingate: Come on Madman, that just seems too predictable.
Sean grabs the edge of the pod door and begins to try and pull it open.
Wingate: Sean Jackson trying to get into that pod while in the ring, Tobias Devereux is getting to his feet.
Szalinski: I haven't seen someone try to open something up like that since Rent-A-Cop Davey was trying to get into a Twinkie package backstage earlier.
Devereux grabs Conrad's head, and pulls him to his feet.
Wingate: Teller is still out of it.
Szalinski: He's halfway to concussionville right now boss.
Tobias grabs the side of Conrad's tight's and lifts him up before falling backward.
Wingate: Big suplex by Tobias Devereux.
Szalinski: Smart move, make sure Teller is totally out before confronting Sean Jackson.
Sean Jackson continues to hit the fifth pod and yelling for Spectre to get out and that he knows he is in there.
Wingate: Tobias Devereux heading toward Sean Jackson.
He begins to climb the turnbuckle behind Jackson.
Wingate: Tobias Devereux on the corner turnbuckle.
He sits on the top and waits for a moment before pushing off of the ropes and coming into the back of Sean Jackson's head with his knees. Tobias falls awkwardly to the side, hitting the back of his own head on the steel grate while Sean Jackson's face smashes into the pod window before he slides to the grate as well.
Szalinski: Whoa. Everyone is out.
Wingate: Big risk by Tobias, and it paid off, but he may have hurt himself just as bad. That floor is metal and metal hurts.
Szalinski: Oh I know James-a-rino.
Inside of the ring, Conrad Teller rolls over and begins to crawl. He pushes himself up slightly and looks around, trying to see what's going on.
Wingate: Teller using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. He's wobbly, but this could be his chance.
Conrad stumbles over toward the corner where Tobias and Sean are out, outside of the ropes. He slides through the ropes and grabs Tobias Devereux by the head, pulling him to his feet.
Wingate: Teller with a whip sending Tobias Devereux hard into fencing of the side of the chamber!
Devereux stumbles back and turns around. Teller instantly grabs him and turns around, sending Tobias' head back into the fencing.
Szalinski: I think Tobias pissed Conrad off.
Wingate: Tobias Devereux's forehead is bleeding, we have our first blood of the night.
Conrad yanks Tobias by the shoulders and sends him over the top rope and back into the ring.
Wingate: Conrad Teller getting retribution for the start of this match now as he follows Tobias back into the ring.
Szalinski: You're missing the point though, neither guy is focusing on the most dangerous threat in this match: Sean Jackson.
Jackson crawls over and uses the fencing to begin pulling himself up. Once up, he looks back and sees the two men in the ring. Tobias uses the ropes to start pulling himself up as Conrad waits. Once he is up, and light on his legs, Conrad comes forward with a superkick.
Wingate: Lights Out Tobias Devereux!
Tobias bounces up and spins around before falling to the mat. Conrad quickly drops and covers him.
Wingate: Our first pin attempt of the match, the referee is counting...
Sean begins to enter the ring as the referee's hand hits the mat for the third time.
Wingate: Our first elimination of the night! Tobias Devereux is gone!
Conrad Teller gets up and throws his arms up. As he turns around he does just in time to see Sean Jackson runs toward him. Jackson bends down, lifts Teller on his shoulder and leaps up and back in one swift movement.
Wingate: Samoan drop by the former UTA Champion!
Szalinski: Good timing there. Let Conrad take Tobias out then take Conrad out.
Behind them, the referee assist Tobias Devereux out of the main chamber door before it's closed and locked back. The lights begin to flash over the pods once again.
Szalsinki: Who's it going to be?
The light stops on top of Perfection's pod.
Wingate: Ok, it's time for a reality check now as Perfection is next in.
The pod opens and Perfection doesn't move. He points to his head and smiles.
Szalinski: Too funny. Perfection, waiting in the pod as Jackson and Teller are in the ring.
Wingate: Sean Jackson now stomping away at Teller.
He bends down and grabs Conrad Teller, pulling violently to his feet. Vanessa watches on from the outside in approval.
Wingate: Jackson directing Teller to the corner. He sends his head into that top turnbuckle with force.
As Conrad Teller's head bounces off of the top turnbuckle, Jackson turns him around, propping him up in the corner.
Wingate: Sean Jackson now holding onto the top ropes while placing his foot into the throat of Conrad Teller.
Szalinski: Sean Jackson wants to do as much damage as he can. He has a point to prove.
Wingate: Although this is legal in this match, Jackson lets Teller go. He reels back... hard knife edge chop to the chest of Conrad Teller.
Szalinski: Teller's chest is glowing.
Wingate: Jackson now using that foot across the throat of Conrad Teller to choke him again.
Szalinski: He's resourceful.
Wingate: Jackson releases the choke again. Another huge knife edge chop.
Sean Jackson grabs the left arm of Conrad Teller and pushes him hard into the corner before yanking back.
Wingate: Irish whip across the ring, sending him running into opposite turnbuckle with force! Jackson runs... he jumps.. SPLASH!
As Sean Jackson steps back, Conrad Teller falls forward and hits the mat. Jackson turns him over and quickly covers.
Szalinski: If you're Perfection, you have to be worried. If Jackson gets this pin, it's just bth of them until another pod opens.
Wingate: And the former UTA Champion gets the three count. Conrad Teller has been eliminated.
Sean Jackson gets up to his knee and just looks across at Perfection who's eyes grow wide.
Szalinski: Perfection knows he's in trouble!
Perfection tries to grab the corner of his pod door and pulling it tighter as Jackson stands and walks slowly his way. Behind him, Teller is helped out of the main door. Suddenly the lights begin to move over the pods. Jackson stops and waits.
Wingate: Perfection almost seems relieved.
Szalinski: Wouldn't you be?
The light stops over the mystery opponent cell. Sean Jackson's eyes open wide as he steps toward it and waits.
Szalinski: Sean Jackson has been waiting for this all evening!!!
The curtain drops and the door opens... it's....
Or a cardboard cut out of him anyway.
Szalinski: GOD DAMN SON! A card board cut out. That's funny as hell!
Jackson gets pissed and charges the pod, exiting the ropes. Perfection begins laughing in his pod as does Will Haynes.
Wingate: Jackson is mad as he pulls that cutout out of the pod.
Jackson lifts the cardboard sideways and begins pulling at it, ripping the cardboard cut out of The Spectre into pieces.
Szalinski: This is great. Was this your idea?
Wingate: I had no clue.
Szaslinki: I love it! The Spectre is a legit nutcase.
Jackson looks around, seeing Perfection and begins to head along the outside of the ring toward his pod.
Wingate: Perfection is out of his pod and trying to escape the wraith of Sean Jackson!
Jackson enters the ring as Perfection tries to escape. He grabs the main chamber door and tries to open it.
Szalinski: It's locked Perfection, nowhere to go!
The lights suddenly shut off.
Szalinski: Umm.. did we not pay the bill?
A loud and sinister laughing is heard throughout the arena as the lights come back on. Jackson is looking around, trying to find The Spectre but he's nowhere to be found.
Szaslinki: Always playing mind games...
Suddenly, behind Jackson, a hand burst up through the mat.
Szalinski: GOD DAMN SON!!!!
The Spectre begins to come through the mat until he is waist high up and reaches forward, grabbing Jackson's legs, pulling back until jackson falls face forward to the mat. The Spectre begins to pull Jackson who is trying to get away, but he can't. Suddenly he disappears underneath of the ring with The Spectre.
Szalinski: Umm... ok?
Perfection looks cautiously from outside of the ropes before slowley entering back into the ring. He walks over, slowly, to the hole and looks down. Perfection looks back up and around, holding his arms up as to show he has no idea where they went.
Szalinski: If they don't get back into the ring, does the match never end?
Wingate: I would assume it would be a forfiet?
Szalinski: You're the boss, your rules.
Wingate: I trust my officials Madman.
The lights begin to flash over the pods once more landing on the final pod. It begins to open and Will Haynes is ready.
Wingate: The Thrill itching to get into this, in probably the best spot of the match!
As he gets out of the pod and enters the ring, Will Haynes charges Perfection, trying to tackle him immediately to the mat.
Wingate: Will Haynes hot out of the gate looking to end this quick and regain his much needed momentum, however Perfection is ready for him and hammers down on the back of his head with a double axe handle.
He hits another and then grabs him by the head, slamming him head first into the nearest turnbuckle.
Wingate: Perfection gives Will Haynes a face full of turnbuckle.
Szalinski: The Thrill came into this thing ready to go, but so was Perfection after avoiding the match until now, and now The Thrill finds himself in a bad position here.
Will Haynes’s head bounces off the turnbuckle and as he turns Perfection tackles him into the corner. Holding onto the middle rope on either side of Will Haynes, Perfection shoulders him in the gut multiple times.
Wingate: I ahve to admit, Perfection wants to win this one.
Szalinski: Will Haynes is in the last place you wanna be; trapped in a corner with nowhere to go. Especially when the man who has trapped you is someone who is trying to prove he belongs... I told you Boss, this guy might win it.
Perfection attempts to whip Will Haynes into the opposite turnbuckle, but The Thrill holds onto the top rope, halting all movement. Seeing his opening The Thrill kicks Perfection in the gut, the force of the blow bending him over at the waist. The Thrill then grabs Perfection by the head and reaches up with his off hand, landing a calculated strike to the face of Perfection, sending him straight to the mat on his back.
Wingate: Quick thinking hand stroke by Will Haynes, taking Perfection down.
Szalinski: The Thrill wanting to make a huge impact, win this match, beat Yoshii on the next show, then challenge me for the title. It could be a good match.
Perfection quickly gets up, but just as quickly Will Haynes grabs him by the hair, tossing him clear out of the ring through the top and middle ropes. Perfection comes crashing hard outside to the grate.
Wingate: Perfection sent outside of the ring by Will Haynes.
Szalinski: That metal is unforgiving as we've already seen tonight.
Perfection gets to one knee and waits there for a moment, trying to recollect himself.
Wingate: Perfection trying to collect himself here, but he better hurry, Will Haynes is a man on a mission.
By the time Perfection gets to his feet and rests up against the chamber fencing to catch his breath, Will Haynes is out of the ring and on him. He punches him once in the back of the head and then lifts Perfection and throws him into the side of the chamber.
Wingate: Will Haynes using the chamberas a weapon here.
Szalinski: That's what you do. use everything to your advantage and win the match.
Perfection rolls around on the grate, and immediately Will Haynes is on him again. He kicks Perfection once in the back of the head and then brings him to his feet, only to toss him face first into a nearby corner post.
Wingate: Into the post now for Perfection.
Will Haynes grabs the back of Perfection's head once again, directing him to the barricade before slamming his opponent's head into it.
The Thrill kicks Perfection in the gut and then tosses him over the top rope back into the ring, following.
Wingate: Both men back into the ring now.
As Haynes begins to pull Perfection to his feet, Perfection comes up with a hard hitting low blow.
Wingate: Well that’ll stop anyone.
Szalinski: It's legal in this match, gotta give it to Perfection.
As Will Haynes stands in pain and still shock, Perfection stomps his foot.
Wingate: Perfection trying to break the toes of Will Haynes and slow him down.
The Thrill wobbles out past the center of the ring and up against a set of ropes, with Perfection in pursuit. Will Haynes leans with his chest up against the ropes sucking wind and wincing from the pain. Perfection turns The Thrill around and punches him with a right haymaker to the face.
Wingate: Hard right from Perfection who seems to be back in this.
The blow knocks The Thrill to his knees as he loses hold of the ropes. He begins to try and get back up, hitting Perfection in the gut as he comes up. However, Perfection is hardly phased as he sends Will Haynes back to his knees with an elbow to the forehead.
Wingate: The Thrill with not much left in the tank.
Perfection pulls Will Haynes up, grabbing his arm.
Wingate: Irish whi.. no! Reversal. Perfection sent across the ring.
As Perfection returns, Will Haynes bends over for a back body drop, but Perfection jumps over whilst hooking The Thrill around the waist pulling downward, bringing Will Haynes down to the mat with a pin.
Wingate: We’ve got a sunsent flip into a pin! This could be over! No! Kickout by Will Haynes! Perfection wasting no time as he gets to his feet, pulling Will Haynes up with him.
Will Haynes pushes Perfection back.
Wingate: Will Haynes creating distance. Perfection runs at him.. The Thrill drops to the mat!
Perfection leaps over Will Haynes. As he continues and hits the ropes, Perfection returns.
Szalinski: He almost fell in that hole!
Wingate: Will Haynes back to his feet... drop kick! He did almost fall into that hole created by Spectre when he dragged Sean Jackson under.
The fans go crazy.
Wingate: Will Haynes with a second wind, now relying on the quickness and agility he is known for instead of trying to brawl with a man like Perfection.
Will Haynes quickly gets up. As Perfection rolls over and pushes himself up, Will Haynes runs past him, leaping to the second rope and using it to shoot himself back.
Wingate: Will Haynes off of the ropes.... jab to the throat by Perfection!
The Thrill lands on his feet, immediatly grabbing his throat and stumbling a few steps forward. The referee gets in Perfection’s face and gives him a slight warning but Perfection ignores him and instead follows The Thrill. He the grabs The Thrill by the arm and falling backwards brings him down to the mat.
Wingate: Perfection trying to dislocate Will Haynes's shoulder..
Will Haynes rolls on the mat, grabbing his shoulder, then tries to get to his feet and stumbles, still clutching his left arm. Will Haynes crawls to the corner, favoring his arm, and the referee bends down to check on him.
Wingate: Will Haynes is hurt, and Perfection is coming after him.
Perfection climbs to his feet and finds a fallen Will Haynes up near the ropes. Perfection continues to work The Thrill’s arm, grabbing his left arm and then bending it over the top rope.
Wingate: Perfection now focusing on that hurt shoulder and arm of Will Haynes.
Perfection breaks the hold but not before wrenching the arm back on the top rope. Blana holds the arm in pain as Perfection grabs it again, violently pulling him to the center of the ring.
Wingate: Perfection hooks The Thrill’s arm behind his back in a hammerlock.
With his other hand, Perfection grabs The Thrill for a scoop slam, slamming him down and sandwiching his own arm between his body and the mat.
Wingate: Hammerlock body slam by Perfection.
The Thrill tries to get away from Perfection by rolling out of the ring to the grate, but quickly Perfection is on him.
Wingate: Perfection outside of the ropes now, stomps The Thrill’s injured arm.
Szalinski: He's just returning the favor for Will Haynes earlier.
Wingate: Perfection grabs that arm and uses it to whip him across the grate and into the side of that pod.
Will Haynes stops the run with his hands and pushes off of the pod, jumping backward with an elbow catching Perfection directly in the face. The fans pop like crazy.
Wingate: Will Haynes once again able to stop the assault!
He quickly gets to his feet, still favoring that arm. Behind him, Perfection uses the ropes to pull himself up. Groggy, he continues until he is standing.
Wingate: Will Haynes dropping down and rolling into the ring now as Perfection follows.
As The Thrill begins to get to his feet, perfection slides into the rope. Will Haynes sees him and waits.
Wingate: Will Haynes waiting.. Perfection to his feet...
The Thrill shoots forward with a kick. Perfection quickly drops down, grabbing Will Haynes under his leg, and whipping him to the mat, rolling Will Haynes over and into a pin. Perfection uses his legs to push down and hold Will Haynes down as the referee drops to count.
Wingate: PERFECTION COUNTERS WITH A LEG WHIP INTO A PIN! THIS COULD BE OVER!
Szalinski: He's going to do it!
Will Haynes kicks but it's too late as the referee's hand hits the mat for the third time. The fans begin to boo.
Wingate: I.. can't... believe it!
Suddenly, Sean Jackson's arm reaches up and he begins to pull himself out of the hole. A crimson mask of blood covers his face. Perfection looks at him in amazement.
Szalinski: Whoah! Jackson is ba...
Behind him, The Spectre raises up, grabbing his head and laughing sadistically as he pushes Sean Jackson back into the abyss. The referee runs over and looks into the hole. He gets to the mat and puts his head down inside. A few moments later he gets up and starts calling for the bell.
Szalisnki: I have to say it, one more time, and I hope we don't get fined, but.. GOD... DAMN... SON.
Perfection has his hand raises by the referee.
Announcer: The winner of this match and Ring King Wild Card finalist.... PERRRRFEEECCTTTIIIOOONNN!!!!
Perfection just stares at James Wingate through the chamber, and smiles.
Szalinski: I think he's staring at you Boss.
Wingate: Yea, I can see that.
Madman stands up, deflecting the stare and holds the title up high toward Perfection who moves his sites to the champion. We get a zoom in close up of the stare as the copy right comes up and we fade to black.
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