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[“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, live from the Canseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana. We have a great show for you here tonight, as Hans Kuhmann faces off against Redhorn, again, Petra Debeaux faces off against Jarred Dylan, and, in a match that, I, personally, don’t think is fair, the main event will pit Bad News against one man, in Damon Lancaster.
Travis: So, basically, a snooze fest after the first match.
Eddie: One of these days, Travis, you’re going to say that about someone that doesn’t care either way, and they’ll come out here and shut you up.
Travis: Yeah, and then they’d be less boring.
[The cameras flipped backstage abruptly, then, to where Redhorn was pulling into the arena. As he did, the camera panned back, to show Kearne already in between Redhorn and the building, still astride his bike. However, rather than the normal calmness that surrounded Kearne when he was dealing with Redhorn, Kearne would be slowly unwrapping the chain from around his right hand and forearm, looping it in hand. Redhorn stopped short, watching Kearne, as Kearne stepped from the bike and moved toward him.]
Kearne: I’ll make this short and sweet, kid. I’ve helped ya get the experience ya need. So, either tonight, ya show me that yer worth my time, or I will come down to that ring my damn self and cave yer goddamn head in with this chain. Ya follow?
[By this time, Kearne was within arm’s reach of Redhorn, Redhorn already backed to his truck again. After a few long moments, Redhorn simply nodded.]
Kearne: Good. Ya fuck up, I’m going to kick yer ass. You lose, I’ll kick yer ass. Ya don’t prove yer worth my time? I’ll kick yer ass double hard.
[With that, Kearne returned to his bike, and simply watched, as Redhorn walked into the building.]
Lanisha: The following match is an I Quit match! Introducing first, from Berlin, Germany, weighing in at 220 lbs, Hans Kuhmann!!!
[“Walk Among Us” hits the PA, and. . . . nothing happens. Lanisha checks with the timekeeper, and then shrugs.]
Lanisha: Uh. . . . okay. . . introducing first, then, from Mount Vernon, Tennessee, weighing in at 255 lbs, Redhorn!
[What Do Ya Think About That, starts to play and Redhorn slowly strolls out onto the stage. He stands there grinning slyly looking over the crowd. As the music picks up Redhorn begins to wave the Confederate flag he carries with him. Before he could take a step from the top of the ramp, however, he’d be launched from the top of the ramp, by a pipe to the back of the head, sending Redhorn tumbling down the ramp. At the bottom, he’d get up, only to meet the pipe again as Hans had followed him. Hans continued to drive the pipe into Redhorn over and over until the pipe began to bend. Hans tossed the pipe aside, then, and moved to grab the ring steps, throwing them down onto Redhorn. Hans moved, then, to grab a chair from under the ring, then hurled it into Redhorn’s face as Redhorn got to a knee. Retrieving the chair again, Hans rested it on the side of Redhorn’s face, and climbed onto the apron. From the apron, Hans came off, and dropkicked the chair, sandwiching Redhorn’s head between the cement and the steel chair. Hans slipped into the ring, then, and moved to the center of the ring. As Redhorn began to stir, Hans hit the far ropes and came back, sending himself hurtling over the top rope bodily, in a somersault senton. As he came down, however, Redhorn caught him, turned, and planted him into the concrete with a powerbomb. That move bought Redhorn some time to recover, but not nearly enough. Qucikly thereafter, Hans was back up, and, again, driving the chair into Redhorn over and over again. Redhorn got to a knee, grabbing Hans by the front of his pants, before falling backward, sending Hans facefirst into the edge of the ring steps, splitting Hans open over the eye. Hans rolled away, clutching his eye. Redhorn moved over, then, to grab a garbage can from under the ring. As Hans got up, Redhorn slammed the garbage can, upside down, onto Hans’ head, then grabbed the chair, and threw Hans to the ground, putting a foot on Hans’ chest, and bringing the chair crashing down into the garbage can. Redhorn quickly grabbed the ring steps, and put the front of the ring steps into Hans’ stomach, leaning on it, to drive the wind from Hans’ lungs.]
Eddie: These two men have an established issue, and I don’t think this match will go down in the books as being particularly friendly.
Travis: Redhorn just needs to destroy Hans outright and be done with it.
[Redhorn stepped back, then, and turned the ring steps around, pinning Hans with the back of the ring steps, then pulling the garbage can from the top of Hans’ head, only to drive the garbage can’s undented surface into Hans’ head again, continuing to do so until the garbage can was no longer useful as a weapon. Then Redhorn would go back to the hunt for a weapon. By the time Redhorn returned, with a chair, Hans would have had enough time to recover, and, when Redhorn neared, Hans swung the stairs up into Redhorn’s jaw, sending Redhorn back into the apron, and stunning him enough that Hans could get up to a knee. Lunging upward from his knee, Hans smashed the ring steps into Redhorn’s skull as he was laying against the apron, then climbing onto the apron, and going for an asai moonsault when Redhorn fell. Redhorn rolled away, though, and Hans hit the ground hard. Redhorn got to a foot, then, and threw Hans first into the apron, then into the ring, following Hans into the ring himself. As Redhorn got into the ring, however, Hans was already standing, and caught Redhorn with a kick to the head. Redhorn toppled over, and Hans dropped out of the ring again, grabbing Redhorn’s right leg and moving to the turnbuckle, hooking Redhorn’s legs around the turnbuckle post, and then locking in a figure four. The referee being entirely unable to call for a break, Redhorn was essentially stuck, being crotched on the turnbuckle post at the same time he was locked in the figure four. Eventually, Redhorn passed out from the pain, which the referee decided counted as ‘quitting’.]
Lanisha: Here is your winner, Hans Kuhmann!!!
[“Walk Among Us” plays, as the referee tries to get Hans off of Redhorn. Hans continues to hold the move, however. After several long moments, the move is broken up by force as Jarred Dylan, of all people, catches Hans with a kick to the skull. When Hans got back to his feet, Jarred pointed, then.]
Eddie: What was the reason for Jarred Dylan saving Redhorn?
Travis: He probably wants to learn what it means to be awesome.
--Commercial—
[As the camera came back from commercial, Redhorn was being helped backstage. Waiting for him was Jarred.]
Jarred: You alright, Redhorn? [Redhorn spit at Jarred.]
Redhorn: I din’t need yar help!
Jarred: Yeah. You did. We’re partners for the Pay-Per-View. I’m not carrying your carcass, so you’re going to be well enough to compete.
Redhorn: Yeah, right. You gonna keep that psycho biker away from me? Otherwise, ya done fucked up.
Jarred: That’s your issue. Not mine. [As these words were said, Kearne appeared, walking toward the two of them. Jarred shrugged, and walked off.]
Kearne: Good work, kid. If you had prepared better, ya woulda won. But ya did okay. Go drink yer weight in moonshine.
Redhorn: Huh?
Kearne: I didn’t expect ya to win, kid. Ya don’t prepare for shit. So it’s t’be expected that ye’d lose.
Redhorn: I don’t need to train!
Kearne: Then get used ta losing, kid.
[And Kearne would walk off.]
Eddie: Well, folks, at this time, it seems that our President is going to be the guest ring announcer here.
Travis: Oh, great. That’s just what I need. That whackjob out here. . .
[B.D. was standing outside the ring, talking to the ring post.]
B.D.: Cages!
[And the cage would lower.]
B.D.: Jarred has cheetos!
[The referee looked at B.D. for a moment in confusion, at the point Lauren came out.]
Lauren: That’s, I think, his way of saying, here comes Jarred. I think.
B.D.: FROM THE LAND OF VOODOO, JARRED!
["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, then runs up the ring steps and does a Swanton over the ropes to land in the ring.]
Eddie: This match is going to be the first Cage match since the HWC reopened. . . We’ve seen a lot of crazy things happen in cage matches, and-
Travis: Now we have a crazy guy in a cage match.
Eddie: Travis, one of these days, you’re going to piss off the wrong person.
Travis: Yeah. You keep saying that.
B.D.: And, from a van down by the river, uh. . . . LINE?!
Lauren: Petra.
B.D.: ELEPHANTS MAKE GOOD PETS!
Lauren: No, B.D. Say “Petra”.
[B.D. looked down at his chair, then, and Lauren grabbed B.D., pulling him away, backstage. Even so, the lights in the arena began to dim according to Petra’s entrance. 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: Well, after that rather interesting set of introductions, these two are about to get started in a Cage match. The only way to win this match, by the way, folks, is to escape.
Travis: Yeah. None of that bullshit about “pin some guy in the ring”.
Eddie: Here we go, folks.
[The bell rings, then, and both Jarred and Petra lock up. Jarred gets the early advantage, however, sending the lighter and smaller Petra into the ropes. When she returned, Jarred caught her with a powerslam. Jarred moved back, then, and, as the force caused Petra to sit back up again, Jarred caught her with a dropkick to the back of the head. Petra rolled away, and Jarred followed her, picking her up and throwing her into the cage itself. As Petra stumbled backward, Jarred caught her with a german suplex, then climbed to the top turnbuckle, vaulting from the top turnbuckle to attempt a moonsault. Petra, however, was already up, and caught Jarred mid-move with a dropkick that was almost entirely vertical. Jarred hit the ground, and rolled away, Petra catching Jarred with a basement dropkick to the skull, sending him into the cage wall itself, before hitting the far ropes, and, again, dropkicked Jarred in the skull, the kick sandwiching Jarred’s head between Petra’s feet and the cage. Petra got to her feet again, then, and moved to the cage, beginning to climb. Petra made it to the top of the cage, before she was intercepted, Jarred rather quickly scaling the cage, and catching Petra with a right hand. Petra was stopped short of exiting the cage, and Jarred pulled her up to stand on the cage itself. Jarred fired off a left-right combo, and then swung a foot around, kicking Petra in the head. The kick dropped Petra into the ring, and the force alone caused Jarred to do the same. Both people hit the ring and bounced, and, after several long moments, Jarred began to slowly rise. Petra rose around the same time, and then leaned against the ropes. Jarred moved toward her, only to have Petra throw Jarred facefirst into the cage, then standing and grinding Jarred’s face against the cage itself. Jarred stumbles backward afterward, and Petra hits the far ropes, again, catching Jarred with a dropkick to the back, sending Jarred, again, into the cage itself. As Jarred stumbles back this time, however, Petra runs up the turnbuckle, and comes off with a head scissors, sending Jarred into the cage again. Petra stepped back, and then bolted toward the cage wall itself, beginning to climb before Jarred can get up and out of the ropes. Jarred managed to get free of the ropes for a moment, and then moved to the opposite side, shoulderblocking the cage itself, the shaking dislodging Petra, who crashes to the ground hard. Jarred picked Petra up, then, and hooked her up for a snap suplex, only to drive her, back-first, into the cage itself. Petra writhed in pain, rolling away from the cage wall itself, after impact, then, and Jarred gave chase, stomping on her repeatedly, then going to the cage himself.]
Eddie: This match has already been rather extreme, and now, Jarred looks to end the match outright.
Travis: He’s too slow.
[For once, Travis was right, a Petra climbed up next to Jarred, and caught him with a number of right hands, before jumping toward Jarred and down, pulling Jarred off of the cage with a sunset flip into a particularly nasty-looking powerbomb. The force and speed sent Petra stumbling backward, to lay in the turnbuckle. Stumbling forward, Petra caught Jarred with another basement dropkick, sending Jarred skidding away on his side. Petra pulled Jarred up, then, sending him into the ropes, and, as Jarred came back, going for a deep armdrag, only to have Jarred block the move, turn, and transition it into a DDT, planting Petra with a sickening thud. Jarred moves toward the cage, then, only to come up short as Petra began moving already, darting into the far ropes, and coming back with a brutal savate kick into Petra’s face, continuing to run and jumping up, onto the top turnbuckle, lying in wait. As Petra slowly wobbled to her feet, Jarred sailed off of the top turnbuckle, going for the Heartland Shield. Petra sidestepped at the last second, though, and Jarred hit the ground hard. Dropping a leg on the back of Jarred’s head, Petra stood, then, pulling Jarred up to a seating position, and hitting the ropes behind him, coming back and vaulting over Jarred, grabbing Jarred’s head as she went, and snapping Jarred’s head down toward the mat, before releasing it, sending Jarred’s head snapping backward. Petra climbed to the top of the turnbuckle, and launched off, then, with an attempt at the Kiss of Death swanton, only to have Jarred roll away at the last possible second, causing Petra to hit the ground hard. Jarred stood, then, grabbing Petra’s legs and moving to put his back to the cage wall, and then slingshotting Petra facefirst into the cage. As Petra stumbled backward, Jarred leapt up, attempting the Solitary Confinement, only to have Petra jump up at the last second, and land on her hands and knees, rushing Jarred as he stood, and driving him facefirst into the cage wall. Petra stepped back, then, and, this time, moved toward the door. The referee moved to open the door, and, as Petra’s shoulders exited the door, Jarred grabbed her foot, pulling her back into the ring, and, after she turned around, catching her with a clothesline. Then Jarred moved toward the cage door, only to have the door slammed shut on him by, of all people, Hans.]
Eddie: What is Hans doing out here?!
Travis: Looks like he’s getting payback.
[In Hans’ hand is a chain with a padlock at the end of it, which he then uses to close the door and lock it shut. And, as Jarred glared at Hans, Hans smiled, and walked back up the ramp, Redhorn very nearly cleaning Hans’ clock with a beer bottle, and the war would continue. Jarred continued to glare at Hans, though, until Petra turned him around and caught him with a kick to the midsection, followed by a swinging neckbreaker, a move she called the French Kiss. Petra, then, began to climb the cage, although she was extremely slow in doing so as her sense of balance was thrown slightly. About halfway up, Jarred grabbed Petra’s foot, holding her in place, and using her foot to climb to her level, before driving her skull into the cage three times, and then shifting, hitting a Russian legsweep from the side of the cage into the ring. Both combatants remained down, then, until Jarred made it to his feet, a number of moments before Petra did. Jarred climbed the cage, then, making it all the way to the top of the cage before Petra caught up to him. Both Petra and Jarred traded weak shots to the head and stomach area, both combatants staggering from time to time, before returning to the brawl, continuing to trade shots until Petra caught the advantage, setting Jarred up for a suplex, obviously looking to suplex Jarred into the ring from the top of the cage. As she attempted the lift, however, Jarred blocked it. Three more attempts resulted in the same block, until Jarred reversed the move entirely, both Jarred and Petra sailing from the top of the cage to the ground. The arena quiets instantly, not really able to figure out who had won. The referee looks at the replay from every possible angle, then moves to Lanisha.]
Lanisha: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has declared this match is a draw!
[At the same time the announcement went out, EMTs rushed to the ringside area, and began to strap Petra and Jarred to gurneys, before wheeling them backstage.]
Eddie: Both of those two just took a drop from the top of a twenty foot tall cage. . . I have to worry if they’re going to be okay. . .
Travis: That match wasn’t nearly as bad.
Eddie: Okay. What’s up with you? Why aren’t you being an ass?
Travis: No reason, Eddie.
[Backstage, the back door opened, and four men in suits entered the room, shades over their eyes.]
Travis: Oh shit. . .
Eddie: Why are you hiding under your desk?!
Travis: Just lemme know when they’re gone!
[The four men walked down to the ring, then, only to get stopped by Seamus and security. One of them pulled a gun, and then crumpled. The other three turned, to find B.D. standing on the ramp, bloodstained chair in hand, from when he’d brained the first guy. The other three shifted, then, and, before they could react, B.D. darted behind them. By the time they turned, B.D. had slipped around them again. And once more, a brutal chairshot felled one. This continued until it was B.D. and one last guy, at which point Travis peeked over the table, finding the remaining man pointing at Travis. And then B.D. looked, then back to the remaining man, and then giggled. And then the last man got drilled with the Plague into the chair, B.D. hefting the chair and beginning to smash the man over and over again, in the skull. Lauren, by this time, showed up, with police in tow, moving to both back off B.D. and arrest the four men.]
--Commercial Break—
Eddie: Well, folks, I have no idea what that was, but, again, I’m joined by Travis Best.
Travis: Holy shit. . . I can’t believe they came here.
Lanisha: The following match is set for one fall, and is a handicapped match! Introducing first, 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, 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.]
Eddie: This is, by far, the biggest challenge in Damon Lancaster’s young career. I honestly don’t know if even Damon Lancaster can overcome two men.
Travis: If anyone could, it’d be Damon. You see the last few fights he was in? Holy crap.
Lanisha: And his opponents, from New York, weighing in at a combined weight of 595 lbs, Enforcer and Draven Masters, Bad News!!!!
["Angry Again" hits and images of Bad News's past exploits play on the Tron. As the song reaches it's 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. The bell rang, then, and immediately, Damon was on both men, kicking them in the side of the knee, ducking under Draven’s initial clothesline attempt, and kicking Draven in the back of the knee, before turning in the opposite direction, and kicking Enforcer in the skull. Enforcer stumbled away, and Damon caught him with a kick to the back of the knee, Damon turning, then, to jump off of Draven’s back, landing on the ropes nearest the turnbuckle, then hopping from the ropes to the ropes to his left, and springing off again, cracking Draven in the side of the head as he came around. As Damon whirled to face Enforcer, though, Enforcer caught him with his right hand, setting Damon up for a chokeslam. As Enforcer had Damon up, however, Damon looped his right foot around the back of Enforcer’s head, with his foot hanging down in front of Enforcer, and then locking his left leg around Enforcer’s throat, squeezing just enough to send Enforcer to the mat. As he did, however, he shifted, moving to land with Enforcer’s arm in a Fujiwara Armbar, pulling hard. Enforcer began to crawl toward the ropes, only to have Draven grab Damon bodily, hauling Damon to his feet, and breaking the hold by force, only to dump Damon over the top rope with a high release german suplex. Damon sailed high over the top rope, crashing to the ground outside the ring on the concrete. Enforcer and Draven took a few moments to recover, then followed Damon outside the ring, grabbing Damon and throwing him back into the ring. As they moved to follow, however, Damon caught Enforcer with a kick to the back of the knee, and then spun around, comboing out of the kick into a spinning wheel kick, sending Enforcer out of the ring to the ground.]
Eddie: It seems that Damon has the right idea, sticking and moving. If he takes too many big shots like he did earlier, with that german suplex, then his night will be over before anyone really registers his presence.
Travis: Yeah. Snore.
[Draven grabbed Damon, then, quickly, and set him up for a move he had spectacular luck with before, the Dravenizer. Damon dropped down behind Draven, however, and, when Draven turned, he’d eat a kick from the Demon’s Fang. Draven hit the ground, and Damon went for a pin. 1 . . . 2 . . . pin broken up at the last second by Enforcer. Enforcer sent Damon into the ropes, and, when Damon returned, he’d catch Damon with a spinebuster. Enforcer moved to check on Draven, and then signaled. Draven got up, groggily, and moved to the top turnbuckle, as Enforcer lifted Damon onto his shoulders. As Draven sailed, however, Damon tucked forward, countering out of the Obituary attempt, releasing the pin, however, to roll back to his feet, and fire off a stiff low roundhouse to Enforcer as the momentum sat him back up. As Damon stood, then, he’d very nearly be turned inside out by a clothesline from Draven. Pulling Damon to his feet, Draven set him up, quickly, for the Dravenizer, again, only to have Damon slide back behind Draven, this time holding onto the move, however, and wrapping his legs around Draven’s back, hitting what seemed to be a reverse version of the Final Destination. Body bent back painfully, Draven was more or less helpless in the grip of the submission hold, only to have Enforcer break the hold with a kick to Damon’s stomach, pulling Damon to his feet, and going, again, for the chokeslam. Damon shot an elbow into the inside of Enforcer’s elbow, then spun around and down, locking in a crossface onto Enforcer. Enforcer quickly grabbed the ropes, then, and the referee called for the break. The move was broken, and Damon stood, dropping into a low crouch. As Enforcer got to his feet, however, he’d get creamed by a Demon’s Fang. Damon moved toward Draven, then, and waited. Draven, however, rolled under the bottom rope, pulling Enforcer out with him. The referee, then, moved to try to keep Damon in the ring, to give Bad News the chance to recover. Draven and Enforcer stood outside the ring, then, obviously planning out their next moves. Then they realized that Damon could read their lips, and turned, to look up the ramp as they planned. Damon took that time to hit the far ropes, before returning, jumping onto the top rope, and sailing off of the top rope with a shooting star press, bringing down both Draven and Enforcer.]
Eddie: I don’t know how advisable that was, to put his body on the line like that. . . But it seems to have paid off.
Travis: Yeah, except he’s probably fucked up.
Eddie: Good point.
[Damon got to his feet, then, and darted into the ring, as the referee began to count. At 8, Enforcer and Draven got into the ring, and Enforcer, again, got destroyed by the Demon’s Fang. Draven caught Damon, then, with a clothesline, and then moved to pin Damon. 1 . . . 2 . . kickout!! Damon rolled under the bottom rope, then, coming up on the apron, and springing off of the top rope with another roundhouse. Draven ducked, however, and Damon sailed harmlessly overhead, Damon landing and quickly throwing Draven over the top rope, catching the rising Enforcer, then, with the Demon’s Hunger, that same reverse version of the Final Destination, keeping Enforcer far enough away from the ropes to prevent a rope break, and pulling. Enforcer was unable to catch a breath, and then began to fade, quickly. Draven slid into the ring, then, and, quickly making sense of things, darted to Enforcer’s legs, and lifted them. The end result of the odd move was that Enforcer’s body was off of the ground, which put Damon’s shoulders on the back, and Draven began stomping on the floor, seemingly a foolish effort, until one remembered that Damon was deaf, not numb, and the referee moved in, to make the count. 1 . . . 2 . . 3!!! A second later, the referee realized Enforcer had passed out. But the match had already been decided.]
Lanisha: The winners of this match, as a result of a pinfall, Enforcer and Draven Masters, Bad News!!!
Eddie: Well, either Draven and Enforcer got extremely lucky, there, or they had a plan.
Travis: Plans imply they crawled out of a bottle long enough to plan anything.
Eddie: I think they stopped drinking, Travis.
Travis: Yeah, right.
[By now, Draven had broken Damon and Enforcer up, and both men were celebrating. Devin, however, told Damon what had happened, and the result was simple, Damon drilling Draven in the back of the skull with the Demon’s Fang, and then leaving the ring, trailed by Devin.]
[The transmission dies and as the scene fades. Copyright 2008, Hardcore Wrestling Corp.]