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[Delirium opens, this time, on Seamus O’Patrick. As the camera pans backward, it shows Redhorn’s truck driving into the building. Redhorn gets out of the truck, and rushes toward the doors into the arena, a tire iron in hand. Redhorn met the resistance of Seamus, and stepped back, swinging the tire iron. Seamus bent backward, and then shoved Redhorn as his swing spun him around. Redhorn turned, then, and leapt at Seamus. Seamus caught Redhorn, then put him on the ground, stripped him of his tire iron, and shoved him again.]
Seamus: Yar not gettin’ in ‘ere, kid. Go home. . .
[Redhorn glared, then leapt at Seamus again. Seamus grabbed Redhorn, lifted him overhead, and carried Redhorn to his truck, throwing Redhorn into the back of his truck.]
Seamus: Yar not gettin’ in here. If ya keep tryin, boyo, I’m gonna havtae put ye down.
[Redhorn glared, from the bed of the truck, but dropped down, grabbed his tire iron, and drove off.]
[“Black Seeds on Virgin Soil” starts up, and images begin flashing on the screen. The first image is of Desiree Black hitting the Living Despair. The image froze at point of impact, then melted away, replaced by Enforcer holding someone aloft, before slamming them around and down for the Enforcing The Law. At the point of impact, the image froze, and melted away, replaced by Jarred on the turnbuckle behind a figure whose identity was blurred out, before snapping backward, into the Heartland Shield. Again, at the point of impact, the footage fades, and is replaced by footage of Redhorn lifting another figure, once more with his identity blurred out, before dropping the victim with the Rise of the South, and, again, before the point of impact, the image froze, and melted away, replaced by footage of Damon Lancaster locking his arms around another unidentified figure, and grapevining the body, bringing the victim down in the Final Destination. As the victim lifted his arm to tap, the image froze, melted away, and, again, was replaced, this time by Jude Lamont, arms folded, then into Marshall Law with a patronizing smile on his face, and finally into B.D., his back to the camera, with Lauren facing the camera. And, after a moment longer, the camera faded to the arena floor, showing a myriad of signs, before settling on the announce position.]
Eddie: Welcome to Delirium, folks! We are live, here, in the Prairie Capital Convention Center, in Springfield, Illinois, and tonight, we’re going to see if Hans can pull out a victory this week, or if he’ll continue to have one hell of a losing streak. We’re also going to see Romeo Damascus in the ring, facing off against Petra for the honor and chance to redeem Desiree for her loss last week. Our main event, however, will be the returning Bad News facing off against the new team of Jarred Dylan and Damon Lancaster. I’m Eddie Daniels, and, next to me, again, is Travis Best.
Travis: Blah blah blah. Hans is going to lose, Romeo’s going to win, and I don’t care about the main event.
Eddie: So you didn’t put any money on any of these matches?
Travis: Don’t worry about what I did or didn’t put money on, Daniels.
[Backstage, Hans walked toward the ring after having checked with Seamus that Redhorn was nowhere in sight, rubbing the flesh that had been seared.]
Lanisha: The following match is a First Blood match. Introducing first, from Berlin, Germany, weighing in at 220 lbs, Hans Kuhmann!!
[The opening riff and drums of "Walk Among Us" pounds out of the PA. As the main body of the songs comes in, Hans bursts out from behind the curtain, pumped up for the match, his fists raised in the air. He walks back and forth across the stage, getting the crowd fired up, then runs easily to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckle, raises his fists to the crowd, then does a backflip off the top and removes his leather jacket, ready for the match to begin.]
Eddie: Hans seems to have a certain level of mobility, despite the branding he went through last week.
Travis: Oh, wah. What a whiny bitch. He needs to man up and stop being a crybaby.
Eddie: He will come down here, Travis, you know that, right?
Travis: Like I care. He injures me, I stay home and get paid to be home. Sounds good to me.
Lanisha: And his opponent, from Newport, Arkansas, weighing in at 136 lbs, “Living Despair” Desiree Black!!!
[The arena goes quiet, and all the lights shut off. "I Can Feel You All Around Me" by FlyLeaf begins slowly and low on the speakers, the tune just setting in... but as soon as the tempo picks up.. it's loud.. red smoke ignites from the stage with spot lighting. A womanly figure come out from the backstage arena.. she is dressed in black and hair looking wild. A smile is creeping about her face as the music continues to echo through the arena and she begins to pulls herself from the smoke heading down the ramp...! The audience is still silent unsure of what to think of her. She continues to smirk, and she slowly makes her way up the steel stairs and bends in between the second rope to enter the ring. She looks to both of her sides and slowly back up in to her respective corner cracking her knuckles. As Desiree came out of the corner, she’d get caught with a pair of brass knucks that Hans had slipped onto his hands since his entrance. Slipping outside the ring, Hans grabbed a length of barbed wire from under the ring, and then slid into the ring. As Desiree got to her feet, Hans shifted, snapping the wire out. Desiree turned, trying to flee, only to have the wire catch her shirt, ripping it slightly. The referee moved in to check if there was blood, and, after confirming that there wasn’t any, backed up. Hans slipped outside the ring, grabbed a chair from the timekeeper, and wrapped the barbedwire around the chair. Throwing the chair in under the bottom rope, Desiree rose to a knee in time to have a barbed-wire wrapped chair driven into her skull, busting her open on contact. No sooner had the referee called for the bell than Hans dropped, facedown, to the mat. Standing over him was Redhorn, clutching that tire iron again. Several more hard shots with the tire iron, and Hans stopped trying to get to his feet. When Desiree stood, trying to get a shot, and grabbed Redhorn’s arm, Redhorn spun, driving the tire iron into Desiree’s skull. After a moment, Redhorn returned to driving the tire iron into Hans’ stomach, Desiree slowly beginning to use the ropes to help her to her feet, pausing to grab the barbed wire wrapped chair, and advancing on Redhorn’s back. Redhorn turned, then, hearing a commotion up the ramp, and saw Desiree from the corner of his eye, once again driving the tire iron into her skull. This time, though, Desiree simply toppled, and stayed down. Seamus and security hit the ring, and, as they did, Redhorn slipped out of the ring, and through the crowd.]
Eddie: Now what the hell was Redhorn doing out here?!
Travis: Making sure that Hans didn’t forget about him.
Eddie: Hans can’t sit down properly. How the hell is he going to forget about the man who did that to him?
Travis: Details, details. . .
[The camera focused on the EMTs moving to get Desiree out of the ring. ]
Eddie: And it seems that Desiree, from the hellacious match she had last week, and the shots to the head she took a few moments ago, may have a problem, right now.
Travis: I hope she’s alright. . .
Eddie: You, concerned? Did Hell freeze over?
Travis: Shut up, Daniels. I AM concerned. She’s hot. Hot chicks shouldn’t have things happen to them. . .
Eddie: Of course. . .
--Commercial Break—
Eddie: Welcome back, folks. Last week, we watched Petra Debeaux take Desiree Black to her limit, and came out on top. Earlier tonight, we watched Desiree get taken from the arena, with a potential concussion. There’s no real ETA on when she’ll be back. . . next up, we’re going to see if Petra has recovered enough that she can overcome Romeo Damascus. Romeo had the week off last week, and, as a result, he has to be coming into this match far more ready to go than Petra. Petra went through hell last week, and barely won. . .
Travis: Romeo’s gotta win. Desiree lost, so Romeo has to win to prove that it was a fluke last week.
[Backstage, Damon Lancaster is seen, taping up his feet and hands, as a woman entered the room. Damon looked up, Devin ‘materializing’, and Damon ‘spoke’, everything translated by Devin, audibly, so as to ensure that the message wasn’t missed.]
Damon: “What’s going on, Renee?”
Renee: “I’m here for two reasons. I want to make sure that my client is doing well. And two, I’m effectively tendering my resignation, Damon. I’ve found a new client, and I don’t have the time to devote to both your career and theirs.”
Damon: “Wait. . . what?”
Renee: “Thank you for being so understanding, Damon.”
[And then Renee left the room, leaving Damon and Devin blinking back and forth between themselves.]
Lanisha: The following match is a Tables Match. . . introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 160 lbs, Petra Debeaux!!!
[Everything is dark and then a booming voice can be heard....
Can you feel that? You better hold on This one's about to get bumpy Hahahahahahaha...
Lights explode in a hail of blue and green fireworks as a figure appears at the top of the ramp. Her bright eyes scan the crowd and she starts to bounce in time to the music.
She's a ten, hellbent, I'm in heaven tonight Six speed sex scene playin' out in my mind One look, I'm hooked, motor runnin' Rev'd up, my heart startin' pumpin' Are you ready for the best damn ride of your life?
She flashes the crowd a thousand watt smile and starts to make her way down the ramp. Petra slaps hands with some of the fans and then pauses for a moment as she stands before the ring.
Gimme a "hell" Gimme a "yeah" Stand up right now And gimme a "hell" Gimme a "yeah" Stand up right now Get ready to go She ain't movin' slow She's takin' control Pushin' the pedal to the floor I'm beggin' for more You better hold on tight
Hahahahahahaha... Almost home Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey (come on) Hey, hey, hey, hey (yeahhh)
Petra jumps up onto the ring apron and once again looks around the arena at the thunderous crowd and gets a smirk on her face before grabbing a hold of the top rope and wrapping both her legs around it. She hangs upside down much like a bat and extends her arms outwards to the crowd.
Gimme a "hell" Gimme a "yeah" (hell yeah) Stand up right now And gimme a "hell" Gimme a "yeah" Stand up right now (right now) Gimme a "hell" Gimme a "yeah" (yeah) Stand up right now And gimme a "hell" (hell) Gimme a "yeah" (yeah) Stand up right now (right now) Get ready to go She ain't movin' slow She's takin' control And pushin' the pedal to the floor I'm beggin' for more You better hold on tight
As the song dies down, Petra lets go of the rope and steps through it before moving to stand in the corner awaiting her opponent.]
Eddie: Petra does seem a bit worn, but I think she’s a bit better off than Desiree was.
Travis: She’s definitely hot. I’ve seen her films. Let’s just say she’s got a great work ethic. . .
Lanisha: And her opponent, from Venice, Italy, weighing in at 230 lbs, Romeo Damascus!
[Softly, the sweet sounds of a piano start to play over the speaker system, as the lights fade down to a deep navy blue. The soft, mysterious voice of Seraphim Sock starts to sing "Beyond Forever"
"A dream of me still holding you Beneath the violet sky The painting of a world soon lost For here exists no time Together through an endless night Beneath October’s moon This secret held behind my eyes I long to give to you Remember heavens scent Remember my touch If only you could understand If only you could hear my call..."
Suddenly, the music picks up, as an eerie fog starts to roll into the arena, and the video screen flickers to life. It shows a woman with absolute beauty, in a film noir type setting. She's holding a rose, looking out the window, about ready to cry. It zooms in on her eye, and then out again, to show blood coming out from her neck. She falls softly to the ground, revealing a man with a wicked grin across his face, almost covered by a bloody dagger. The lights in the arena start to flicker a reddish color, as a spotlight in the shape of a rose appears on the stage. Romeo Damascus walks out from the backstage, his dagger in one hand, and a rose in the other. He reaches the end of the stage, as the camera zooms in on his face. He closes his eyes, and drops to his knees, while lowering his head. Suddenly, he lets out a scream, thrusting his arms into the air, as a red liquid falls from the rafters, drenching him.
He smiles, as he stands, a vicious smile upon his face, his eyes burning. Quickly, he walks to the ring, removing his bloodied shirt on his way, revealing a more than chiseled physique. He climbs up on the apron, and wipes his feet, before climbing in. The lights slowly return to normal, as Romeo walks around the ring, before placing his rose, and his dagger in his corner. He then leans on the turnbuckle, awaiting the match to begin. As Petra moves to catch Romeo unaware, he turns, and fires off a discus clothesline. Romeo slides out of the ring, and grabs a table from under the ring, setting it up quickly, and then sliding back into the ring, tossing Petra into the far ropes, and, as she returns, Romeo attempts to back bodydrop her over the top rope. Petra, however, slips through, and turns it into a sunset flip, before releasing the hold, and dropkicking Romeo as he rose. Romeo slides under the bottom rope, and begins looking under the ring. When he straightens, Petra’s attempts to hit him with a baseball slide. Romeo sidesteps, cracking Petra in the skull with the chair. And then he’d go under the ring again, this time pulling out two more chairs, and another table. Laying a chair on the top of the table, folded, he’d unfold the chairs, and set them up on either side of the folded chair, and set up the table atop the unfolded chairs, before punting Petra’s head after resting it on the ring steps, before sliding her into the ring. Following her into the ring, Romeo picked her up, moving her to the corner and lifting her onto the turnbuckle, moving to the apron, and climbing onto the turnbuckle, hooking Petra up for a suplex, obviously looking to hit her with a suplex from the top turnbuckle to the construct he’d created outside the ring. Petra managed to catch Romeo with a few shots to the kidneys, and, when Romeo released the suplex, Petra grabbed him by the back of the head, and drove him down into the top of the turnbuckle, before running up the far side of the turnbuckle, and, once atop, jumping, tucking forward, and sunset-flip powerbombing Romeo from the top turnbuckle, through the table, then the chair and the second table. The referee calls for the bell, and then the EMTs again, as the chair, braced on the table, sent Romeo flipping backward. Romeo had landed in a very dangerous-looking near-vertical position.]
Eddie: Wow. . . is today Friday the 13th? It seems like Desiree and Romeo have both been injured in the same night. . . I wonder if either of them will be recovered enough they can participate in Chaos.
Travis: Yeah. Otherwise we’ll have some loser as champion.
[Backstage, the camera shows B.D. sitting in his chair. His chair, however, happened to be, in this case, a soda machine. Lauren stood before him.]
Lauren: B.D., we need to make matches for the Pay-Per-View. Something big. Something new and unique. Something-
B.D.: A COOKIE MATCH!
Lauren: Uh. . . that’s nice. How about two Battle Royals in one night, with the winner of the first becoming the Hardcore Champ, and the winner of the second becoming World Champ?
B.D.: With cookies?
Lauren: No. No cookies.
B.D.: I WANT COOKIES!
Lauren: Yes, but if we give cookies to other people, there aren’t any left for you. . .
B.D.: MY COOKIES!
Lauren: Exactly. Now c’mon. Let’s go to the office. I think I saw that Noid in the office.
[B.D. dropped from the soda machine and walked toward his office, brandishing his chair readily.]
[Camera cuts to the locker room of Bad News, where we find The Enforcer, Draven Masters, Ravin Masters and Scott Mercer.]
"Are you okay man?"
"I'm fine, Draven. Okay? Jesus, you sound like my mother."
"It's just you seem rather, preoccupied lately." [Draven said as the Enforcer sat down and started taping his wrists.] "I just want to make sure you have your head in the match, Damon Lancaster already beat you once and we don't have a stellar track record against anyone with the last name of Dylan either. We need to go out there and do what we do best, kick ass and take names. Then we come back here, toss back a couple of cold ones and call it a night."
"You know, that's one thing I'm fuckin’ sick and tired of." [The Enforcer said, cutting the tape and starting on the other wrist.]
"What?"
"The jokes about us always being drunk. Sure it was funny at first, and a good running gag the first time around, but hell, after I retired, I hardly ever touched a beer. Maybe one during dinner or something like that, or I'd buy a six-pack and it'd last a couple of weeks. But we come back and the drunk jokes are still flying."
"I suppose you could blame me for that," [Scott said,] "Back when it was all important that everyone have some kind of gimmick, I figured the joke about Bad News' two favorite things being drinking and fighting would be a good enough gimmick. Plus with Seamus, Blood Dragon, Pitbull and Jeff on board, it worked because I do remember the few times we actually did go out drinking, the six of you..."
"Seven... no eight, remember Amy and I were part of the team too!" [Ravin said, sitting backwards on a chair in the corner.]
"Alright, the eight of you, did put away a lot of booze." [Scott finished.]
"Trouble is, people think that's the way we really are, and frankly it's starting to piss me off." [The Enforcer said,] "We need to go out there and show people that we're not just two fuckin’ drunks who get lucky and win titles. You wanna put something on the HWC message boards D? There's something to put up. We don't live our gimmick of drinking all the time. I didn't become the World Heavyweight Champion because I was staring at the bottom of a beer bottle. I became champion because I kicked the shit out of Sephiroth and Bulldozer. We didn't become tag-team champions because we spent the previous night in a bottle of Jack, we were the champs because we kicked the shit out of the Kindred."
"You don't have to convince us." [Ravin said,] "We were there... well you guys were, I came along later. But you're preaching to the choir E. It's not us you have to convince. You wanna convince somebody? Then get your ass out of the ring, knock the snot out of Dylan and Lancaster, and show everyone that you're not just a couple of drunks who can't fight unless they've downed the contents of a six-pack! You're Bad Fucking News!"
"I like her." [Scott said, as Ravin got to her feet and proclaimed her last sentence in the loudest voice Draven had ever heard his sister use.
Draven and the Enforcer looked at Ravin, looked at each other, back at Ravin and back to each other. They set their faces in determination, tapped fists and nodded.]
"Let's do this!" [The Enforcer said, and he and Draven turned and left the locker room.]
"Sometimes it takes a woman's touch." [Ravin said sitting back down as Scott just stared at her.]
Eddie: Bad News on their way to the ring, their first tag-team match since the HWC reformed is coming up next!
--Commercial Break—
Eddie: Welcome back, folks. Now, we’re going to have a match wherein we will see Bad News facing off against Jarred Dylan and Damon Lancaster. Now, Enforcer has already gotten one loss at the hands of Damon Lancaster. It’ll be interesting to see if that makes any difference.
Travis: Yeah, right. Lemme know when this match is over.
Lanisha: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from New York, weighing in at a combined weight of 595 lbs, the team of Draven Masters and The Enforcer, Bad News!!!
["Angry Again" hits and images of Bad News's past exploits play on the Tron. As the song reaches its chorus there's a huge explosion of pyro on the stage, and when the smoke clears the Enforcer and Draven are standing there arms crossed over their massive chests. They look to each other, nod and casually walk down to the ring, stepping over the top rope and high five each other waiting for the match to officially start.]
Eddie: Now, the truth of this match is that, in their history, Enforcer and Draven have a past, and they’re extremely familiar with one another as a team. Jarred and Damon have never teamed before, but, even so, their team dynamic is at least as strong as Enforcer and Draven, as this is the first time that they’ve teamed up since the HWC’s return.
Travis: Do you plan to talk all night? I need to catch up on my sleep now, so I can get back to my hotel.
Eddie: Would you wake up?!
Travis: This match is going to bore me, and everyone else. Why should I be awake through it?
Eddie: You’re an ass.
Lanisha: And their opponents, introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 225 lbs, “The Untouchable” Jarred Dylan!!!
["Sleepwalker Did I give you concrete shoes And throw you off of a bridge When I lay down to sleep Your soul's mine to keep I feel you near me... Sleepwalker!"
When Dave Mustaine's signature growl creates the word Sleepwalker, a blast of red pyro shoots up into the sky at the top of the ramp. When it dies down, there's someone standing there. He doesn't look around, instead choosing to walk slowly down the ramp until a spotlight finds him. When that white light engulfs him, his identity is exposed. It's Jarred Dylan! The fans rise up and start cheering, clapping and chanting his name. He looks around a bit, then grins and starts high fiving the fans around the ring. Staring up at the ring, he backs up a bit, and waits for his partner.]
Eddie: Jarred is waiting for his partner, and, honestly, that’s probably the best thing he can do. If he runs in there now, he’ll be at the mercy of Bad News, and one man against two men of Bad News’ size and power is not advisable.
Travis: Well, of course. Facing two guys that size, you need to stick with what you have.
Eddie: An intelligent analysis from Travis Best. . . Hell must have frozen over.
Lanisha: And his tag team partner, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 265 lbs, Damon “The Demon” Lancaster!!!
[The alarm that marks the beginning of "Indestructible" plays, followed by the guitar lead, and the curtain parts, revealing Damon "The Demon" Lancaster, a towel around his neck. Damon pauses at the top of the ramp, and throws up three fingers, as an image of a demon's face roaring appears in flames behind him. Damon walks to the ring slowly, Devin Franklin a step behind him, ascending the stairs, and stopping on the apron facing the entranceway, throwing up the same three fingers, before rolling backward, over the top rope, into the ring, and tossing the towel out of the ring, turning to look across the ring. All four men now in the ring, the referee went to call for the bell.]
Voice: Wait one moment.
[All eyes went to the top of the stage, as Marshall Law came to the stage itself, looking at the ring.]
Marshall: I, personally, don’t want to see another boring regular match. So, this match is now an HWC first. An HWC ‘Gauntlet’. So, this match will be. . . let’s say a Last Man Standing match.
[After a moment where Damon had to confirm the change with Devin, the match got underway. Jarred tackled Enforcer to the ground, and Damon turned around into a chair being driven into his skull. The chair was then directed to Jarred, crashing into Jarred’s spine. Enforcer and Draven, now, in control, would begin stomping on Jarred and Damon, before Enforcer slipped out of the ring, grabbing a chair himself, and driving the chair’s top into Damon’s stomach, Enforcer and Draven moving to flank Jarred. As Jarred slowly rose, Enforcer and Draven swung the chairs at the same time, looking to sandwich Jarred’s skull between the chairs. Jarred dropped to a knee at the last second, and, as Draven and Enforcer stumbled backward, Damon caught Draven with a spinning wheel kick, Jarred catching Enforcer with a dropkick to his right knee. Damon climbed to the top turnbuckle, and waited, as Jarred retrieved Enforcer’s chair, waffling Enforcer with the chair to the skull. As Draven rose to his feet, Damon launched himself from the top turnbuckle, swinging his right foot as he did. Draven ducked his head, the kick sailing harmlessly over his head, and, as Damon straightened, Draven set him up, quickly, for the Dravenizer, only to have Damon slide through, and lock in a reverse form of the Final Destination. Enforcer got to a knee, and speared Jarred mid-swing, before noticing that Draven was caught in the grip of one of Damon’s submission moves, with no rope break to get him free. Enforcer rushed Damon, then, kicking him in the skull hard enough to both cause a rope break, and send Damon to the floor. Enforcer checked on Draven, and then returned to Jarred, pulling Jarred to a knee, before hitting the far ropes, and coming back, raising his foot to drive his foot into Jarred’s skull in a running yakuza kick. Draven got to a knee, moving to grab Jarred, both men setting Jarred up for a double chokeslam. In the middle of lifting Jarred, however, Draven stiffened, and then toppled forward, as Damon had caught him with the Demon’s Fang from behind. The lack of an addition arm to support him caused Enforcer to drop Jarred to the ground, Jarred stumbling away, as Enforcer turned, to face Damon, only to have Damon catch him with the Demon’s Fang. Damon straightened, checking on Jarred, then hit the ropes, jumping onto the middle rope and moonsaulting backward, landing on Enforcer, and then stumbling backward from the velocity alone.]
Eddie: It seems, folks, like Enforcer and Draven’s power is buying them the advantage from time to time, but they seem to have a problem keeping the advantage in the face of the quick offense from Jarred and Damon.
Travis: Yeah. I have to be honest, Damon is one frightening guy.
Eddie: I thought you didn’t like him?
Travis: That was before he told me he was going to snap my neck if I kept taking him lightly.
Eddie: Ah. Always the ulterior motive.
[As Damon moved to pursue the conflict, Jarred held up his hands, apparently believing that both men were beat down enough that they could stop for now. The referee began to count. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4. . . before the referee could get to 5, however, Draven made it to a semi-standing position. Damon rushed him, then, with another spinning wheel kick, Draven dropping, and pulling down the top rope. Damon sailed over the top rope, landing on the steel of the ramp facefirst. Before Jarred could capitalize on Draven’s being down, Enforcer caught Jarred with a clothesline. Enforcer and Draven, then, grabbed the chairs they’d dropped, and began to work over Jarred with the chairs themselves. Devin slipped onto the apron, drawing Enforcer’s attention, standing in front of the announce position. When Enforcer had turned to pursue Devin, Devin dropped from the apron and took off running. Enforcer moved to follow, only to have Damon come from out of nowhere to catch Enforcer with a clothesline. Enforcer, however, due to his size and power, barely moved, and, when Damon straightened, as if trying to show him how it was done, very nearly destroyed Damon with a clothesline. Draven shouted at Enforcer from inside the ring, and motioned upward. Enforcer slid into the ring, and ascended to the top rope, as Draven lifted Jarred onto his shoulders. As Enforcer prepared to jump, again, Damon surfaced, this time grabbing Enforcer’s foot. Enforcer unable to jump, began kicking at Damon, Damon jerking Enforcer’s foot, then stepping back. Enforcer took a moment to recover, and, when he did, he’d, again, prepare to jump, only to have Damon connect with an almost entirely-vertical Demon’s Fang. Enforcer teetered on the top turnbuckle, then plummeted from the turnbuckle itself, crashing through the announce table. The crowd began chanting “Holy Shit”, and Draven dropped Jarred backward, and, immediately, was back up, rushing Damon, and snapping him into the ring. Draven hauled Damon to his feet, and, as he did, the referee moved into position, and began counting for Enforcer. Draven readied the chair, and, as Damon got to his feet stubbornly, swung for the fences, dropping Damon to the ground again. After a moment longer, Draven dropped the chair and moved to check on Enforcer. As he got outside the ring, though, the referee was nearing ten. Grabbing Enforcer bodily, Draven began pulling Enforcer up. Before he could get Enforcer roused enough to stand, however, the referee had gotten to ten, and called for the bell.]
Lanisha: Here are your winners, Damon “The Demon” Lancaster and-
Marshall (Still on the stage): Wait, wait wait. . . This night isn’t over. This match is a best of three match. Which means that the next match, right now, is. . . [Marshall paused, seemingly deep in thought.] What the hell, let’s make it a Hardcore match.
Eddie: What?! You have to be kidding me! These four men are in no condition to have a whole new match!
Travis: Our table is in no condition to call another match.
Eddie: Travis Best, the compassionate announcer.
[The referee, left with no choice, called for the bell again, and Draven darted back into the ring, Jarred tossing a chair into the air, and dropkicking it into Draven’s skull. Draven stumbled backward, as Jarred retrieved the chair, and threw the chair at Draven. Draven caught the chair, and, as Jarred attempted another dropkick, Draven sidestepped, and caught Jarred in the skull with the chair. Draven turned, then, as Damon was airborne with a moonsault. In midair still, Draven dropped the chair, and caught Damon, dropping him with a quick Dravenizer into the chair, floating over into a pin. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!!!]
Lanisha: The winners of this fall, Bad News! [All eyes went to Marshall, then, as neither team had the required two falls. Marshall, however, had a smile on his face that suggested that he was ‘prepared’ for the third match.]
Marshall: The third fall is going to be a Rooftop Rumble. Follow me, gentlemen. . .
[Marshall walked backstage. After a moment, all four men moved to follow. They were lead to the parking lot, where there was a makeshift ‘ring’ set up on the top of what seemed to be three semi-truck trailers.]
Marshall: This match has simple rules. The first person to touch the ground after being sent over the top rope loses the match for their team.
[Marshall indicated the ‘apron’ formed by the top of the semi trailers.]
Marshall: Have fun, boys.
[All four men climbed to the top of the trailers, as well as the referee. Enforcer, by this time, had been roused enough that he could perform, and the referee simply made a motion as if calling for a bell. But none of the four men could hear the bell, so they simply went from there. By now, however, the beaten state of all four men took its toll, and all four men circled, trying to get an advantage without opening themselves up to too much offense. Damon and Draven began the conflict, however, Draven firing off punches to Damon, Damon countering with a series of savage shots himself. After a few more moments, the ‘contest’ became more about putting the other one down first, as Draven fired off right hands, and Damon responded by firing off front round kicks to Draven’s left leg. By this timeframe, Enforcer, still, by far, the most beaten of the four, was in the middle of a collar-and-elbow tie-up, jockeying for position, and, at the same time, both men went for an attempt to throw the other into the ropes. The end result was that their hands slipped free, before Jarred launched himself, catching Enforcer with a clothesline. This drove Enforcer back toward the ‘ropes’, Enforcer coming off of the ropes with a falling clothesline, both men down. Damon turned to look at Jarred, and that bought Draven the chance to shove Damon, sending Damon toward the ropes. Draven rushed Damon, then, picking him up and setting him up for the Master Plan. As Draven moved to throw Damon over the top rope with the execution, Damon slid down on the far side of the ropes, and then kicked through the ropes, once more cracking Draven in the left knee. This time, though, the move apparently had a full effect, Draven’s left leg buckling at the knee. Damon vaulted over the top rope, landing behind Draven, then turning and cracking Draven in the back of the head. The kick sounded like a gunshot, Draven toppling. Damon moved around, then, and locked in a single-leg crab on the injured leg. Enforcer got to a knee, and then lunged for Damon, only to have Jarred grab his foot and pull. Enforcer slowly began to get to his feet, Jarred a step ahead of him. When Enforcer got to a kneeling position, Jarred hit the ropes, and, when he returned, he returned with a clothesline, which Enforcer counted with a chokeslam. Enforcer got up, then, slowly, and caught Damon with a kick to the side of the head, breaking the single-leg crab, and sending Damon through the ropes to the outside, Damon managing to catch the bottom rope to avoid falling to the concrete. Draven slowly began to rise to his feet, using the ropes, but, when he tried to move, his knee gave out. Draven moved to the turnbuckle, then, and tried to recover enough he could continue to fight.]
Eddie: These four men have already been involved in the most hellacious night I’ve ever seen, and they’re still trying to continue. . .
Travis: At this point, what’s the point? I mean, either way, they’re going to be destroyed. . .
Eddie: That’s an optimistic attitude.
Travis: Yeah. I’m all about optimism.
[Enforcer moved toward Jarred, Jarred catching Enforcer with a shot to the stomach, and then a drop toehold into the middle rope, before rushing the opposite ropes, only to be met by a lunging Draven clothesline. Draven slowly got to his feet, Damon springboarding off of the top rope, and hitting an extremely low missile dropkick to Draven’s wounded leg. Draven toppled, again, and Damon, again, locked in a single-leg crab. Enforcer came from the ropes, then, again going for a lunging kick, which Damon not only evaded, but responded by grabbing the top rope, Enforcer’s momentum carrying him mostly over, before he grabbed the top rope, using that to prevent himself from going entirely over. Enforcer got back to the apron, then climbed back into the ‘ring’, Jarred coming from out of nowhere with a hurricanrana. Jarred got to a knee, then caught the rising Draven with a punch to the skull, and threw Draven over the top rope. Again, Draven grabbed the top rope, and climbed back up, still favoring his left knee, in a low crouch. Damon moved toward Draven, to ‘end’ it, only to pause as Renee appeared. Damon blinked for a moment, before the reason for her being there slowly dawned on him. Damon whirled on Jarred, then, shoving him. Jarred blinked, looking over, at Renee, then shoving back, Damon stumbled backward, his right foot hitting Enforcer, Damon responding by moving slightly to the side, and shoving Jarred again. Once more, Jarred responded with a shove of his own, and Damon dropped to a knee. Immediately afterward, Damon jumped, launching into the Demon’s Fang again. Jarred, however, managed to duck, the kick catching Draven square on the chin as he finally regained a vertical base. Draven toppled backward, then, dropping from the top of the semi trailer to the concrete. The referee looked at Draven, then signaled for the end of the match.]
Lanisha: Here are your winners, Damon “The Demon” Lancaster and Jarred Dylan!!!
Eddie: That marks two defeats for Enforcer at the hands of Damon Lancaster. I have to wonder if this will have any lasting repercussions.
Travis: Who knows? It’s over, though, so that means we’re done. And that also means I’m a few thousand dollars richer.
[The transmission dies and as the scene fades. Copyright 2008, Hardcore Wrestling Corp.]