New Years Nightmare 2005

[SWAT Team]

["Who the Fuck is Alice" by Kevin Wilson hits and Alice makes her way down to the ring high fiving the fans on the way. She is wearing her waitress apron over the top of a full length white wrestling body suit.]

Vance Knox : Here she comes, Rocky Mountains resident waitress slash wrestler.

Al Sharp : Hailing from Cedar City ... Utah ... coming in at 5'7 & 185 pounds ..... ALIIIICE!!!!

Tilt: This one is going to be for the SWAT Women’s Title. It’s a triple threat due to the unusual circumstances resulting in the mixed tag.

Vance Knox: Yes, it was whacky fun.

[“Heaven’s a Lie” by Lacuna Coil blares over the PA system, and Jewel walks out, hips swaying like a pendulum.]

Vance Knox: Isaac Black had Jewel triple checked to make sure she wasn’t another Hollywood stunt double like we saw in Cedar City.

[The Aussie crowd start to chant.]

Al Sharp: From Las Vegas, Nevada…. JEWEL!!!!

Crowd: You’re a hussie. You’re a hussie. You’re a hussie.

[Jewel steps through the ropes which silences the crowd while they are getting a good look at her ass, but then they start right back up again.]

Vance Knox: Gotta love this crowd. Or you can factor in that their combined IQ is equal to that of my left pinky.

Tilt: Vance!!!

Vance Knox: I know, I’m giving them too much credit.

[CK Panic steps out with a microphone in hand, cigarette lit, and tie misaligned.]

CK Panic: I got this one Al.

[The SWAT Rockies ring announcer nods, as CK walks down the aisle. ”Chocarena” by Draggor hits.]

CK Panic: Coming from Tokyo, Japan…

[Ms. Noriko appears on the stage in her wrestling gear, she is laserbeam focused.]

CK Panic: she is the undeafeated…

[Ms. Noriko slides under the ropes.]

CK Panic: …undeterred…

[Ms. Noriko gets up to one knee and looks at her two opponents.]

CK Panic: …most Japanese wrestler in SWAT…

[Ms. Noriko hops to her feet, and raises both fists.]

CK Panic: …she is MS. NORIKO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Ben Hernandez tells Ms. Noriko to get on the apron, and he signals for the bell.]

Tilt: This match is Lucha Tag Out Triple Threat style, meaning there are only two legal competitors at one time.

Vance Knox: But in the case of one of the ladies getting sent to the floor, the woman on the apron can come in and make herself legal by making contact with the in-ring competitor.

Tilt: Gotta love the built in ambush. The ladies drew straws in the back to determine who starts the match. Jewel and Alice won.

Vance Knox: I don’t think so. I saw the straw Noriko drew out.

[Alice signals for a collar and elbow, but when Jewel reaches for it, Alice chops her across the chest.]

Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[CHOP!!!!]

Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

[CHOP!!!!!]

Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Jewel backs up against the ropes, and Alice sends her back across the ring with an Irish Whip….]

Tilt: POWERSLAM!!! Shades of Paul Soutter.

Vance Knox: Really?

Tilt: Not that we are joining the two, but it is very Soutter-like.

Vance Knox: God, now I have a picture of Alice and Soutter joined. It’s like some sort of Ripley’s Believe It or Not gone horribly wrong.

[Jewel gasps for breath, as Alice drops a Orton-esque knee across her throat.]

Tilt: Picture perfect knee drop, Alice the veteran in that ring knows where she is at all times, and how to work people down.

Vance Knox: She slaps on an cross armbreaker, and really cranks back.

Tilt: She adds extra pressure by arching back into a half-bridge.

Vance Knox: Or maybe she just likes the feel of something large between her legs.

[Jewel screams out in pain as Messiah shouts at her. CK Panic taps Noriko’s foot, who steps into the ring and breaks up the armbreaker with a low dropkick to Alice’s exposed ribs.]

Tilt: Ben Hernandez telling Ms. Noriko to leave the ring, which she does after seeing Alice release the armbreaker.

Vance Knox: Alice staring bullets at Noriko, but the Japanese Cutie indicates that she should focus on Jewel.

[Alice puts Jewel in a standing headscissor and tries to hoist her up for a powerbomb, but Jewel fights it, so Alice goes Finlay on Jewel’s back with a couple of uber stiff forearm shots and then sandbag powerbomb’s Jewel up and dumps her flush on her neck.]

Crowd: ALICE!!!! ALICE!!!!! ALICE!!!!!

Vance Knox: Jewel just got sent back to the fetish porn that Messiah found her in.

Tilt: It’s scrambled even!!!

[Alice smells blood and goes for a cover.]

Ben Hernandez: 1…





2…








[Ms. Noriko with the save.]

Tilt: If this had been one on one, Alice would have walked away with an early victory.

Vance Knox: With enough time to go back and serve the main eventers some coffee.

[Alice whips Jewel off the ropes, but too close to Noriko who blind tags Jewel. Alice catches Jewel with a spinebuster, but Ms. Noriko grabs a rising Alice with a surprise backslide!]

Tilt: Noriko out of nowhere!

Ben Hernandez: 1…








2…






[Alice kicks out, and as Noriko tries to get to her feet, she rolls her up in an inside cradle.]

Tilt: Alice counters!!

Ben Hernandez: 1…






2….





[Noriko rolls the cradle to her advantage.]

Tilt: Now Noriko on the offensive.

Ben Hernandez: 1…













2…






[Alice kicks out, and pulls Noriko’s legs out from underneath her flipping over with a Jackknife pin.]

Tilt: Alice with a Jackknife!!!

Ben Hernandez:1…










2…




[Noriko breaks her legs free and bridges up out of the pin.]

Crowd: YOU’RE SWAT LADIES!!!! *clap-clap-clapclapclap* YOU’RE SWAT LADIES!!! *clap-clap-clapclapclap*

Tilt: What a display of strength and balance by Ms. Noriko.

Vance Knox: Now this is wrestling.

[Noriko spins around to a standing headscissors, and attempts a piledriver, but Alice back body drops her over, however Ms. Noriko counters with a sunset flip.]

Tilt: Another pin attempt!!!

Ben Hernandez: 1…








2…







[Alice rolls to her stomach, gets under Noriko’s legs and folds her over in a cradle.]

Tilt: ANOTHER COUNTER!!!


Ben Hernandez:1…










2….







[Ms. Noriko kicks out.]

Crowd: SWAT!!!! SWAT!!!! SWAT!!!! SWAT!!!! SWAT!!!!



******CLANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!******

Tilt: RIOT!!!!!! RIOT!!!!!! RIOT!!!!!

Vance Knox: Ben Hernandez is out cold!!!

[RIOT Watanabe stands over the downed referee, and measures up Alice with the steel chair, but Ms. Noriko grabs the chair from behind.]

Tilt: Ms. Noriko saves Alice from a chairshot.

[The two Japanese women argue in their native tongue, as Alice catches RIOT with a dropkick to the back of the head, sending RIOT forward into a drop toe hold from Noriko.]

Tilt: The two legal women in the match are double teaming the interfering RIOT!!!

[Alice drops a quick kneedrop to the back of RIOT’s head, and Noriko drops a flashing elbow. Jewel has recovered enough and spears Alice out of her boots. Noriko starts to head over to help Alice, but RIOT gets to her feet and grabs Noriko from behind and dumps her with a backdrop suplex onto the chair that was left in the ring.]

Tilt: RIOT leaves the ring, and CK gets in her face about her actions, but RIOT just stares at him unemotionally, and walks up the entranceway.

Vance Knox: Messiah is trying to revive Ben Hernandez, as Jewel sets Alice up on the top rope.

[Hernandez starts to come around, and Jewel smiles arrogantly as she looks to hook Alice for the Fashion Statement. Alice comes to her senses and fights back with a bunch of punches, Jewel loses her footing and gets turnbuckle up the whohah.]

Tilt: Alice pulls her back up…. TOP YOU UP!!!!!

Crowd: ALICE!!!! ALICE!!!! ALICE!!!!

[The Aussie Tron shows a replay of the top rope brainbuster, as Alice floats over for the cover.]

Ben Hernandez:1…






















2…















3!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[“Who the Fuck is Alice” by Kevin Wilson starts up and the crowd goes wild, as a very groggy Ben Hernandez hands Alice the Women’s Title.]

[SWAT Team]

[We cut to a locker room. A blue haired pixie with a set of Double D's being held in with a Nick Collyer "Future of Hardcore" Baby-T welcomes us. Sheila Collyer, say hello to the peoples.]

Sheila: How are you lovies?

[The hometown Australian crowd pops at their fellow countrywoman on screen.]

Sheila: Now my man, my hubby, he's supposed to cut a promo right now, but he's "in the zone." Just staring into space, tapping his Singapore Cane against the ground in rhythm to the Misfits album playing on his iPod.

[Sheila adjusts her stance and her breasts shift, giving the guys in the crowd a cheap thrill. It must be cold backstage.]

Now, Stan Wilson, you are a big, mean bastard, nobody can deny that, but you aren't walkin' outta this building with a title. Oh no you ain't. Hear me, love? Nick Collyer is a submission machine, he'll stretch you five ways from Sunday, and then he'll start to go to work on you.

Have your rampantly homosexual manager Dracon Xanathos get some ice and gauze to stop the swelling and inevitable nose bleed you'll get from this match.

Get Triple B and Dan Stein to massage out the kinks in your neck you'll get from getting twisted into the roided out pretzel, my Nicky will make you into.

And most definately keep a nice shine on that World Title. It'll look great on Nick's abs...

[Nick walks out Cane in hand.]

Nick Collyer: It's time.

[Nick gets a kiss for good luck and walks out of the shot.]

Sheila: Start the Straight Edge Revolution.

[Sheila steps back into the dressing room, as we fade.]

[SWAT Team]

The arena darkens and the beginning chords of "The Worm" by Audioslave strike up, as gold pyro begins to rain down upon the entrance ramp. Suddenly, the massive frame of Stan Wilson appears behind the pyro, before stepping through with his SWAT World Heavyweight Championship seated safely on his shoulder. He stops to slowly gaze around the arena, before spitting in the crowd's direction and making his way down to the ring.]

Frank Salazar : THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS FOR THE SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. COMING FIRST TO THE RING REPRESENTING LEGION X, THE SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, THE ICON, STAN "THE TANK" WILSON!!!!

Stan enters the ring posing with the belt, the fans boo'ing him out of the building.

[“Where Eagles Dare” by the Misfits kicks in.]

#We walk the streets at night
We go where eagles dare#

[The tip of a Singapore Cane pokes out from the curtains.]

#They pick up every movement
They pick up every loser
With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care#

[The cane snaps the curtains back, and Nick Collyer steps out holding the cane aloft, pockets of fans cheer him. He stalks to the ring.]

#I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe#

[Nick walks up the stairs and climbs the turnbuckle, standing with one foot on the top rope, one on the outside, pointing at the fans with the edge of the cane.]

#An omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal
Her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands#

#I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe#

[Nick jumps into the ring, and sets his Singapore Cane on the outside of his corner.]

#Let’s test your threshold of pain
Let’s see how long you last
That’s happened in your {No Means No}
On bosoms of your past#

[Nick checks the tension on the ropes, and then checks his wrist taping. He drops his head, and waits for the referee to check his boots and gear.]

#With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care
Let’s go where eagles dare
We’ll go where eagles dare#

[The infamous Anderson throat slit motion, and a sardonic smile from the Future of Hardcore, as the music fades in the last chorus.]

#I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, hey#

Frank Salazar : AND INTRODUCING HIS OPPONENT AND CHALLENGER, HAILING FROM BAKERSFIELD CA, COMING IN AT 6' & 234LBS ... NICK .. COLLYER!!!!

The crowd erupts in support for Collyer as referee Lloyd Braun takes the belt from Stan holding it up to both competitors and then the crowd before handing it over to Frank and calling for the bell.

Jeremy Tucker : Here we go folks, World Heavyweight Championship on the line.

Rios Rivera : These two have quite the history Jerry, we over at the Caribbean have been following there fued and i personally have been waiting to see them get it on for the longest time.

Collyer getting things underway with a hard strike on Stan. The big man takes it and comes in hard at Collyer only to eat another Collyer strike, then a third punch and a fourth. Stan wobbly on his feet but he wont go down and swings wildly at Nick, who ducks and then backs Stan into the corner with another flurry of hard strikes.

Collyer then mounts the turnbuckle and continues hammering away on the champ, the crowd counting along with him to a 6 count when Stan cuts them short tossing Collyer off of him and to the outside, Collyer landing hard.

Kyle Richards : The champ tossing Collyer aside there with ease, Collyer came at him hard guys, but Stan is such a mountain of a man and was able to absorb them strikes early in the piece here.

Vance Knox : I know Nick as well as anyone, and let me tell you guys, he can take just as much as Stan can.

Stan steps over the top rope and makes his way out to Collyer delivering some big stomps on him on the outside. Collyer is then dragged to his feet by Stan, who lifts him up on his shoulder and battering rams him right into the steel ring post. Stan keeps a hold of Nick and then powerslams him hard to the outside.

Jeremy Tucker : Stan showing us just why Dracon hand selected him to be the face of Legion X, this guy can be devastating.

Stan rolls Collyer back into the ring and then follows him in, only to be meet with a stiff strike to the gut from no where, Collyer then pounces on the winded Stan and drills him with a Shining Happy; Stiff Shining Wizard.

Rios Rivera : Wow, did you see that, quick as a whistle, Stan was doubled over from the shot to the gut and Collyer just sprang at him with that Shinning wizard.

Vance Knox : Stan was a bit to cocky there i think, and left himself right open.

Collyer with a Belly to belly suplex, then two quick punches to the ribs, a Uraken Back Fist, a right Thai Roundhouse to the face, a left Thai Roundhouse, then another right Roundhouse, finished by springing off the ropes into a Shotay Palm Strike

Kyle Richards : Dark Occult Ritual! Collyer in control here now!

Nick Collyer then with a Springboard Blockbuster rolling over for the pin and two count.

Jeremy Tucker : Stan kicking out with authority there, he didnt get to be champ for nothing.

Vance Knox : We all know both men can take a lot of punishment, and they can both sure dish it out, who wants it more, thats what this one is going to come down to.

Stan getting back in control now with a couple of big open hand chops, he hits Nick with a third one which is so hard Nick drops to a knee. Stan then delivers a swinging neckbreaker followed up by a fall away slam.

Rios Rivera : Stan out to send a message to the entire SWAT in this one, not to mess with the Champ!

Stan delivers a tilt a whirl powerslam on Collyer and then covers for a two count.

Kyle Richards : Nick not about to give up. We've just about seen it all tonight, and to think, we still got the House of Destiny to come.

Jeremy Tucker : No need to sell the show now Kyle, either they've allready bought it and are watching or they aint gonna hear you.

Stan charges at Collyer with a big boot, which Nick ducks and then drops Stan down with a German suplex, Collyer then hits a Dragon suplex. The crowd now cheering as they know whats coming next ... Straight Jacket Rolling Suplex.

Rios Rivera : Collyer with what i belive he refers to as the pride cycle there ... and now he drops down locking a Triangle Choke on Stan.

Stan gasping for air as referee Lloyd Braun tries to check the hold, Stan eventually getting a foot across to the rope forcing Collyer to break the hold.

Nick Collyer doesn't let up though, releasing the choke just for a moment and then switches to a Trick Shot; Crooked Sharpshooter with an Armbar

Vance Knox : A lot of people claim to be submission wrestlers these days, but i doubt any of them would want to get in the ring with Sick Nick any time soon.

Referee Lloyd Braun right in there asking Stan if he wants to continue or give up, Stan refusing to surrender inching his way towards the ropes with his one free arm, and he finally gets a finger to it, Collyer breaking the hold and Stan rolling out of the ring to the outside to get away from him.

Nick Collyer doesn't miss a beat and Slingshot Cannonball Senton Bomb hits Stan right on the money.

Kyle Richards : Nick Collyer controlling most of the match, looks like he has Stan's number today.

Jeremy Tucker : You never say never in this game Kyle, but you are right, Collyer having his way with the champ up until now.

Nick Collyer then lays Stan out on the Announce table as the announcers bail. Collyer then mounts the top turnbuckle and flies with a The Meat Cleaver; High angle elbow drop sending Stan crashing through the table as the camera flashes go off all around the arena.

Rios Rivera : Unbelievable, Collyer putting on a display out here tonight guys.

Vance Knox : A clinic!

Collyer rolls the groggy Stan into the ring, giving him some hard strikes on the way. He then goes up top again, Stan starting to get to his feet though before Collyer can fly ... Collyer takes off anyways, catching Stan with a Ultra-rana [Pinning Hurricanrana] for a two and three thirds count, Stan somehow managing to roll a shoulder last possible moment.

Kyle Richards : I thought he had him there, thought it was all over.

Nick grabs a hold of Stan again, but Wilson pulls him into him and grabs Collyer in a bear hug.

Jeremy Tucker : Wilson here using his power with this bear hug not only slowling Nick down and taking the air out of him, but also Stan catching his breathe back at the same time.

Rios Rivera : Nick not letting him do that though and he just starts hammering the head of Stan with some hard Shotay Palm Strike's.

Stan, still holding onto the bear hug slams Collyer into the mat with a hard belly to belly suplex.

Stan then picks up Nick and drills him with a sit out powerbomb.

Kyle Richards : I've seen it but i dont believe it, Nick Collyer just gave Stan everything he had, and Stan took it all and now we are seeing just why he is SWAT champ!

Stan signals for the chokeslam ... and hooks Nick around the throat but Collyer counters it and drops him down in the middle of the ring with the Minor Threat [Choke Sleeper Regal Stretch].

Vance Knox : Minor Threat! No way Wilson is getting out of that, look at how tight he has it locked in.

Jeremy Tucker : What a great counter, win or lose, Nick Collyer has shown the world something here tonight.

Stan trying to worm his way to the ropes but Collyer has it hooked in good, and he aint moving anywhere, referee Lloyd Braun in there checking on Stan, who refuses.

Collyer dont care though, he isnt letting go, and just keeps on holding tight, Wilson starting to fade.

Referee Lloyd Braun checks on the arm of Stan and it drops, he checks a second time, and it drops again.

He holds it up dramatically a third time, and then it drops.

Braun calls for the bell as the people jump to the feet as one celebrating with Collyer as “Where Eagles Dare” by the Misfits kicks in.

Frank Salazar : WINNER OF THE MATCH AND NEW SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION .... NICK COLLYER!!!!

[SWAT Team]

“Ladies and Gentlemen…”

Frank Salazar seemed distracted, more then seldomly glancing up at the vile structure that loomed above malevolently, the barbed wire shimmering, webbed throughout the cage. The ring crew had just finished, the inferno waiting to be unleashed on command.

“I… uh… to be quite honest, this is the first time I’ve been the announce man for a match with this much… well, danger involved. This could be the last time I announce either of these men.” He leaned, looking down the entrance ramp. “This could be a moment we’ll remember forever in history as… the last match between these two great competitors.”

His face took on the definition of serious as he began… “For this is the main event to end all main events! This is the finale! This is the endgame…”

“THIS IS THE HOUSE OF DESTINY!~” The crowd erupted, anxiously awaiting the carnage that lay before their very eyes.

“Making his way to the ring first…”

Silver and gold pyro erupted from both sides of the entrance ramp, “Girls, Girls, Girls” by Motley Crue playing as Sly strutted from behind the curtain, the crowd booing as he soaked up the jeers… while keeping the cage in the corner of his eyes at all times. He was snapped out of it by the stunning Jada, who slapped him on the shoulders and whispered a few words of confidence into his ears.

“Coming in at 6’5”, 298 pounds…”

Uncharacteristically, Sly simply made his way into the ring, his mind rightfully pre-occupied with what his fate may be.

“From Atlantic City, New Jersey… He is The Model of Male Perfection… He is…”

Sly seemed to wake up as Jada took his robe off, scaring the wits out of her. He posed, yelling at the fans who chanted for his demise, the trademark million dollar smirk mocking them.

“SLY! FONDELL!~”

“And his opponent…”

A raspy female voice whispered over the PA system as the lights dimmed…

"I shot you down, Bang Bang."

A silver 9mm Revolver fades into focus on the SWATtron. Etched into the side of the gun is a gold ‘C.’

"You hit the ground, Bang Bang."

*Flash* [Adrian nailing David Sadler with the Revolver]

"That awful sound, Bang Bang."

*Flash* [Adrian nailing Johnny Pembroke with the Snapshot]

"I used to shoot you down..."

*BOOOOOOOOM!~*

Everyone in the ring jumped as a quick blast of flame shot up around the ring. The screen shattered into innumerable pieces as a lone strobe light centered on the entrance curtain, Xzibit’s “Best of Things” blaring.

"I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation
Let's start the process of elimination
This dedication is for niggaz with the green buddha
The bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolers"

Adrian Tanner stepped through the curtain, head down.

"Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in your grill
This hollow point lead gon' be your last meal
Say your prayers, say your graces
Pieces of your face is found in a hundred different places"

He is dressed in red "metallic effect" shorts with "AT" in gold letters on the left leg and a gold "C" on the right leg. He's sporting a matching red sleeveless ring jacket with "AT" encased in a superman logo on the back, his head and top of his face covered by the hood. His outfit is finished off by a pair of black boots, and black elbow/knee pads. The SWAT World Tag Team Title is strapped around his waist.

“From Tucson, Arizona… coming in at 6’2, 227 pounds…”

"Huh, so what we lookin like? We tryin to see some hoes to fuck tonight
and you just tryin to see the afterlife
Make a decision before we have a head-on collision
makin me spend the rest of my life in prison
See I can only play the cards I was given
Multiplication division whatever you got to break mines off
like the U.S. government did to Microsoft
Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off
It's like"

Adrian began his descent down the ramp, various footage playing on the tron:

"I'm just livin to fulfill my dreams"

[Adrian pinning Triple B to win the SWAT Australian Championship]

"I'm just tryin to have the best of things"

[The Connection holding up their newly won SWAT World Tag Team Championships]

"None of y'all can't take shit from me"

Adrian stopped, halfway down the ramp, still looking downwards, the edges of a smile visible.

"Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin for free"

*BOOOOOOOOOOOM!~*

As Tanner threw his arms out to his sides, the ring exploded yet again, a wild grin spread across his face as Jada and Salazar jumped ship out of the ring, leaving Sly by his lonesome. Unless you count the ref. Which nobody ever does. Not like he's going to help you in a fight.

“So I'ma ride til the wheels fall off
while all the rest get weak and go soft"

Adrian walks to the end of the ramp, slapping a few hands as he looked up at his ‘destiny.’

"Your petite style, can get you beat down
My heat's loud, have you huggin on the street now"

“He is ½ of the SWAT Tag Team Champions… He is…”

Adrian stepped through the ropes, staring down his nemesis, the demonic structure descending around them…

“ADRIAN! TANNER! JR!~”

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*The cage locked down into place, the bell ringing as fire blew up from around the ring, ebbing and flowing, subdued for now…*

*DING!*

*And we are officially on!*

*And Tanner has taken the initiative, running with a shoulder to the gut, trying to run Fondell into the cage…*

*Fondell hammers the substantially smaller Tanner with stiff blows to the back however.*

*Fondell pulls Tanner up by his arm, and short-arm clotheslines him back down.*

*Fondell hefts Tanner up, pressing him above his head…*

*Fondell runs at the cage!*

*But Tanner slips down his back, sweeping his legs out from under him! Fondell’s face lands mere inches from the barbed wire cage, as he sighs with relief…*

*BOOM!~*

*And flings himself back, his eyebrows nearly signed as the inferno quaked! He stumbles back…*

*Right into the waiting arms of Tanner, who caves his skull in with an impressive German Suplex, bridging for the pin!*

*1..

2-no!*

*Tanner keeps on Fondell, dropping the leg across the throat again and again!*

*Tanner resorts to simply choking his opponent, his face a mask of rage as he screamed at Fondell*

*Tanner drags the bewildered Fondell to his feet, pointing to the cage*

*Tanner ran Fondell at the cage, ready to hiptoss him into it!*

*But Fondell was more aware then he gave on, quickly hooking Tanner under the arms and flinging him with a belly-to-belly…*

*BOOM!*

*And Tanner is the first into the fire, blood flowing from numerous wounds as he yanked himself off the cage and fell lifelessly to the mat!*

*Fondell kept the pressure on him, grinding his face into the barbed wire with his boot!*

*Fondell dragged Tanner into the center of the ring, and demonstrated his beastly strength by lifting him off the ground by his legs, and dropping him into a sit-out powerbomb! He hooks for the pin!*

*1…

2…

NO!*

*Fondell slapped Tanner across the face, blatantly mocking him.*

*Tanner’s eyes flipped completely open, retorting with a swift headbutt right to the Ace’s prized face! Fondell staggered, briefly stunned…*

*As Tanner kipped up off the ground, landing on Fondell’s shoulders, quickly sliding into a spinning DDT, spiking Fondell with a modified Attitude Adjustment!*

*Tanner is instantly back on Fondell, readying him for the Revolver!*

*However, Fondell throws Tanner off of him, his adversary landing mere feet from the cage walls! Fondell rushes Tanner, full of piss and vinegar…*

*Tanner ducks the clothesline, back-dropping him into the cage!*

*BOOOOOOM!~*

*And Sly has his first taste of the fire! Sly rolls away, back lacerated with bloody wounds as the wire claims yet more skin!*

*Sly slowly raises himself, body wracked with pain…*

*And his back is driven yet again into the wire, Tanner landing a Flying Cross Body!*

*… But Fondell holds on, enduring the searing pain as he whirls around and powerslams Tanner into the cage!*

*BOOOOOOOOM!~*

*And both competitors are lit up!*

*This has quickly devolved into a massacre, both men soaked in their own blood and sweat from the intense heat. Sly slowly feels his face… and jolts, horrified*

*Tanner lies motionless as Sly yells for Jada, who has reached under the time-keepers table for… is that…*

*Jada had just pulled out a fire extinguisher! She extinguished the east wall of the cage, slipping… slipping what looks like wire cutters and gloves to Sly! Sly is chickening out!*

*Sly takes the time to bash what little sense Tanner had left in him with those wire cutters!*

*Sly works his way up the cage, eyes frantic as he chops away.*

*Sly has made his way to the top of the cage! He’s halfway home! And… he’s taking the time to turn, preparing to spit on Tanner!*

*Unfortunately, Tanner is right in his face, dazing him with a quick jab to the throat as he steadied himself on the top of the cage!*

*A punch for Fondell, a punch for Tanner, back and forth, neither willing to be the loser of this exchange!*

*Fondell’s punches seem to carry more weight, Tanner falling back as Fondell goes for a killing haymaker…*

*Tanner ducks it! Tanner has Fondell’s outstretched arm hooked in a full-nelson… he isn’t…*

*Tanner jumps, taking Fondel with himl!*

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The world regresses into slow-motion as quick clips of various men watching the match unfold. All of them, be they Dracon Xanathos or Paul Soutter, are struck with awe as the two men drop from the incredible height.

We cut to another room backstage, where a familiar bandaged figure is marking out like a madman, laugh maniacally to himself.

We cut to a hospital bed, an injured Bryant Tanner cheering on his brother, yet still wincing in pain.

We’re taken back to the ring, as time speeds up…******************************

*TANNER HAS JUST NAILED A HALF-NELSON FACE-BUSTER FROM ATOP THE CAGE!*

*The ring caves from the force, knocking the ref off his feet as all hell breaks loose, the crowd going batshit insane!*

*Both men lay lifeless… and then…*

*Tanner raises an arm to the sky, fans going wild as he drapes it over Fondell!*

*1…

2…

3!~*

*DING DING DING!*

“Your winner… ADRIAN! TANNER! JR!~”

*Medical personnel rushing to the ring is the final scene we see, as this living nightmare finally comes to a conclusion…*