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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: Folks, welcome to Delirium, live from the Canton Memorial Civic Center, just two weeks removed from Chaos. And that Pay Per View lived up to it’s name, as Enforcer and Draven walked out of the arena with the Tag Team Titles, Enforcer emerged from the Hardcore Title Match with the Hardcore Championship, and Jarred, after feigning injury all night, an act that tricked even the medical personnel, walked out of the arena at Chaos with the World Championship in what was easily the most cowardly moment of the night.
Travis: Cowardly? That’s called being smart, Daniels. What’s so smart about letting a bunch of other idiots beat the hell out of you?
Eddie: We also saw the return of The Sadistic One at the PPV, who had quite a decent showing. Let’s go back to footage from Chaos.
[The screen fades to Chaos, and, in what seemed to be a sort of ‘slideshow’, a clip of the Tag match, and Jarred being carried from the ring, which lead to Redhorn being decimated in the ring, the images ending with Enforcer and Draven standing tall over Redhorn, with the music in the background being Bad News’ music. The images then quickly shifted to show the Hardcore title match, and each of the eliminations in order, the scene pausing on Petra eliminating Draven, before returning to the slideshow-effect, showing the missed Demon’s Fang that lead to Damon’s removal and leaving Enforcer the Hardcore Champion. Then the pictures flipped to show Jarred lounging in the corner, seemingly injured, as the eliminations were shown again. This time, the pictures seemed to focus fairly copiously, at the beginning, on the feud between Hans and Redhorn, and, after they were both removed, back to the ring. Then the image showed TSO at the point of impact from the French Kiss, and the pin that followed. The image then showed Damon in the middle of the Demon’s Fang that missed and took out Petra, followed by the pin to Petra from Draven, and, quickly afterward, the desperation Demon’s Fang that lead to the passing-out of Damon onto Draven, and left it down to Damon and Jarred. This time, though, the still shots would fade into footage itself. Jarred rushed forward, caught Damon with a schoolboy, feet on the ropes, and, a short three-count later, Jarred was the champion. The cameras flipped back to live TV, and the crowd was booing rather audibly as Jarred Dylan, title in hand, was in the ring. Dressed to the nines, title atop his left shoulder, mic in his right, Jarred waited for the boos to quiet, and then he lifted the mic to his lips.]
Jarred: With support like that, it’s any wonder I went so far out of my way to give you people a show at Chaos? [The crowd booed louder, now, and, this time, Jarred simply smiled through it.] You can keep doing that all night if you want. And I can stay out here until we’ve reached the end of our broadcasting time. This title says I’m the man. This title says that I’m the law, here. And there will be law and order here, regardless of if you people like it not. I’m your World Champion, and you may not like me, but you WILL respect me. [The crowd, now, began to boo Jarred even further.] Hey, I don’t have anything planned tonight. I can stay out here all night. I AM going to stay out here until I’ve said my piece. [The crowd quieted, then.] Now, before I came out here, I was told that the powers that be don’t know who they’re going to put into the ring with me at Blood Rites. I can answer that question right now. Not a god damn person. [For once, Jarred seemed to get a bit more visibly agitated.] I beat every other person in the HWC at Chaos. EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. So, I’m taking Blood Rites off. And if anyone has a problem with that, come out here now and I’ll prove it.
[Jarred looked up the ramp, then, waiting for someone to show up. After a moment, “Bring It On” started, as TSO charged to the ring, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope and firing off right hand after right hand. Pressing the advantage, TSO finally set Jarred in the ropes and threw him across the ring. TSO charged across the ring himself, then, and left the ground, flying toward Jarred with a cross body. Jarred caught TSO in midair, stepped from the ropes, and launched TSO over the top rope with a fallaway slam. Jarred got to his feet, hit the far ropes, and jumped onto the top rope, springing off with a shooting star press attempt. TSO moved, then, and Jarred crashed to the ground rather savagely. TSO got to his feet, then, moving to the ring steps, and putting them on the ground, jumping onto the ring steps, and then jumping onto the guardrail, before jumping backward, turning in midair to swing a kick. Jarred ducked the kick, however, and, when TSO was facing away from him, Jarred rather quickly jumped up, planting TSO with a Solitary Confinement, then grabbing TSO and sliding him into the ring, following him in. Inside the ring, TSO rolled away, climbing to his feet using the ropes, then coming off of the ropes themselves, and dropkicking Jarred. Jarred stumbled backward, then, into the referee. The referee collapsed, then, and the force of the dropkick sent Jarred over the top rope to the floor. TSO charged forward, then, and somersaulted over the top rope toward Jarred. Jarred, however, countered simply, catching the descending TSO with a chair swung upward, cracking TSO in the skull with the chair. A few more chair shots, and Jarred tossed the chair into the ring itself, followed by TSO himself. After a moment, Jarred slid into the ring himself, and attempted to rouse the ref. As the ref began to stir, TSO was on his knees. Jarred moved to the chair, picking it up, and, as TSO stood, Jarred tossed the chair to TSO, and then proceeded to collapse as if he were unconscious again. The ref, standing, saw only Jarred seemingly laid out, and TSO holding a chair in his hands, and then called for the bell. TSO realized, too late, that he had been disqualified because of the chair, and attempted to plead his case.]
Eddie: Jarred just took a page out of the late, great Eddie Guerrero’s book, and made it look as if TSO was the one that had brought the chair into the match.
Travis: Yup. The best part about it? It was created by a great wrestler, and it was furthered by another great wrestler.
Lanisha: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is NO DISQUALIFICATION. Introducing first... From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... Weighing in at 265 pounds... 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: Clearly, Travis, Damon is focused on this match... But you have to wonder if he's truly up to the task of facing Hans Kuhmann here tonight.
Travis: Whatever. He's a loser. They're all losers.
Eddie: You're hopeless!
Lanisha: And his opponent... From Berlin, Germany... Weighing in at 220 pounds... 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. The bell sounds and Damon is on the attack. Hans gets backed into the ropes and the referee has to intervene and push Damon back with a visual warning to stay back. Hans comes out of the corner, but he seems a bit sluggish and a tiny bit disoriented.]
Eddie: Something's wrong with Hans.
Travis: He's probably still drunk.
Eddie: That was completely uncalled for.
Travis: Was it? I mean, we've been told he had an unbelievable amount of empty booze containers in his apartment.
Eddie: All rumors. He's been sober for years.
Travis: Don't believe everything you hear, Eddie.
[Indeed, Hans seems a little inebriated. Is he really drunk? One would assume so due to his initially wobbly footing... But that's quickly disproven when he flies out of the corner and makes Damon stumble backward. Hans has a twinkle in his eye... The fans are cheering rabidly... Maybe he was faking it.]
Eddie: You see!
Travis: Lucky shot.
Eddie: Suuuure it was.
[Hans moves forward with a glimmer in his eye and Damon only snorts as he moves to meet Hans in the middle of the ring. Damon catches Hans with a foot to the temple and rocks the German superstar backward, but Hans is still on his feet. Damon, however, has other ideas. He moves in close and hits Hans with a stiff right foot to the ribs. The impact makes the fans in the front row cringe and Hans does drop to one knee from that shot.]
Travis: Ha! He can't handle kicks to the ribs any more!
Eddie: Travis... Damon Lancaster is from the world of Mixed Martial Arts. He is TRAINED to kick like that.
Travis: So?
Eddie: So, you idiot, if he's not careful, he could BREAK something!
Travis: Good. Let's hope he breaks Hans' neck and put him out for good.
Eddie: If Hans were shelved, you KNOW his former partner and best friend would want revenge.
Travis: And who would that be, pray tell?
Eddie: The other half of Die Zerstorer, Klaus von Hammer.
[Travis has nothing to say to that... It's well known that where Hans is, Klaus can't be far behind. Even if Hans doesn't know he's there. Speaking of Hans... He gets up and Damon throws a right hook, but there's nothing there to hit. Hans ducked! Hans comes up behind the MMA fighter, taps him on the shoulder and nails him with a vicious forearm shot when he turns around. Damon stumbles backward, then comes forward with a forearm of his own. Hans stumbles backward and Damon moves forward like a predator sensing blood. Hans raises his hands in time to deflect Damon's foot, only to get caught by the other one. He staggers backward and Damon moves in for the kill... Only to have Hans shoot forward and somersault over his back to land behind him! The fans love it and roar in approval. Damon turns around and catches Hans' boot to his jaw. The impact causes him to stumble backward and hit the nearest set of ropes, where he races forward and hits Hans with a brutal spear.]
Travis: HA! That just PROVES Hans is over the hill! The OLD Hans would have avoided that move like it was the Black Plague!
Eddie: People change, Travis.
Travis: You know I'm right.
[Eddie just keeps his mouth shut and watches the match as Damon rises up and waits for Hans to get to his feet. That spear had indeed been brutal, but Hans proves he's still got it when he slowly rises to his feet, wobbly, but he's on his feet under his own power. The fans cheer him rabidly and he lifts a hand in acknowledgement, not taking his eyes from Damon. Damon moves in for another shot, only to get kicked in the stomach and laid out with a DDT. The fans rise to their feet, cheering rabidly. They love what they're seeing...]
Eddie: That's classic Hans right there, Travis!
Travis: You know... I think I might have been wrong about Hans.
Eddie: That's the closest thing I've heard to a compliment from you since we opened.
Travis: Yeah, well, don't get used to it.
Eddie: Believe me, I won't.
[Travis sticks his tongue out at Eddie as Hans climbs the ropes in preparation for the Buzzbomb... Only to have Damon pull him from the turnbuckle and hit a standing powerslam! The fans gasp in shock and dismay at the sight of Hans laid out in the middle of the ring, barely moving from the impact. Those shots from earlier on in the match are now taking effect... The German high flyer has been effectively grounded. Damon lifts Hans by his neck and shifts him around for the Demon's Fang... Only to change his mind and lay into him with open hands and vicious kicks. The referee moves in from the side and pushes Damon back, his diatribe caught on camera.]
'You do that again and I'll throw the match out!'
[He knows it's no dq... So threatening a disqualification is useless. Damon backs off to let Hans catch his breath, only to move in and resume kicking and punching. The referee gets in there again and tries to restrain Damon, only to have his head snap back from one of Damon's brutal left hooks. He staggers back and falls against the ropes, visibly wounded. Hans immediately goes over to check on the referee... And that may well have cost him the match. Damon doesn't care about the ref... But Hans does. He's checking on him and making sure he's okay. The ref goes to say something, then points behind Hans and moves out of the way. Hans ducks down and feels Damon's foot whistling over his head. He comes up and moves his finger back and forth to say "Ah, ah, ah". Damon pulls Hans away from the ropes and kicks him in the stomach so hard Hans doubles over. Damon immediately pulls out a snapmare and lays Hans out flat. The ref moves in to make the count after Damon covers him.
1...
2...
Hans kicks out... But just barely. The fans are cheering him on... Damon lifts him up and hits a forearm, then goes for the pin again.
1...
2...
Hans kicks out again! Damon hits another forearm, then hooks the far leg.
1...
2...
3!!!
That's all she wrote, folks. The bell sounds and the ref taps Damon's arm. Damon stands up, staring down at Hans, then something snaps and he picks up poor Hans, only to throw him into the Final Destination. Hans howls in pain and the ref tries to pry him off, but Damon is having none of it.]
Eddie: He won the match, what is he doing now?
Travis: I'm... not sure.
[Security floods the arena led by the Chief of Security Seamus O'Patrick. Seamus leads them into the ring and they pull Damon off, one of them checking on Hans. Damon starts throwing wild punches and kicks, dropping a few of the security guards. Seamus gets so Damon can see him and starts yelling at him to calm down. Damon catches Seamus in the side of the head with one of his hands, but the big Irishman stays on his feet. The look on his face is enough to make Damon stop in mid-punch... Seamus points up the ramp and Damon can see his lips form the words "Get him out of here!" They're muscling the MMA superfighter up the ramp and Damon starts struggling again. They get halfway up the ramp and stop. There's someone up there... They move out onto the top of the ramp and the fans scream wildly. It's JUDE!!!]
Eddie: Looks like the Commissioner has come out to restore order!
Travis: Bah, he shoulda let Damon loose on Hans.
Jude: Damon! DAMON! Up here!
[Seamus puts his hand on Damon's chin and turns him to face Jude.]
Jude: I know you can read my lips, Damon... So read them carefully. You willfully attacked someone OUTSIDE the bounds of a sanctioned match... That was uncalled for. So I'm exerting my authority and having you REMOVED from the arena for the rest of the night. Get him out of here!
[And Jude moves to the side so Security can take Damon out of the arena. Damon's eyes are full of hate as he turns to glare at Jude... Jude merely shakes his head and turns to watch the security guard and the ref check on Hans in the ring.]
Eddie: I don't believe it... Commissioner Lamont has thrown Damon Lancaster out of the arena!
Travis: Power hungry troglodyte.
Eddie: I didn't know you could use words that had more than two syllables, Travis.
Travis: Oh, shut up.
Eddie: *laughing* We'll be right back, folks.
--Commercial Break--
Eddie: Well, after Damon being banned from the arena immediately following that assault earlier, we’re left with some time to kill. Earlier tonight, I heard a rumor, however, that someone in the office had planned to have the final match between Hans Kuhmann and Redhorn. Supposedly, after this match, Redhorn and Hans will no longer be allowed to go at it the way they have.
Travis: Which, of course, means that Redhorn’s going to win, and Hans is going to die.
Eddie: Well, we don’t know if that match is going to happen.
[Backstage, the cameras caught Hans being checked over by the on-site medical staff, as Marshall approached them.]
Marshall: Hey, Hans. I don’t know if you were informed, but, if you don’t show up in your tag match, Redhorn’s going to win by default. And no one will care, because you are what we like to call a throwaway athlete.
[Hans took a swing at Marshall, then, and Marshall stepped back.]
Marshall: Save it for the ring, pal. [Marshall barked a rather loud laugh.] And you’ll need all that fire to beat Redhorn and whoever he finds to be his partner.
Eddie: So, now we now it was the doing of Marshall Law.
Travis: Marshall is a genius!
Eddie: You’re a suck-up!
Lanisha: The following tag team matchup is set for one fall. 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: So. . . who’s Hans’ partner? Who was Hans able to find on such short notice?
[“Sleepwalker” hits the PA.]
Eddie: Jarred?! He got 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 at seeing Jarred coming to the ring to bail out Hans. 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: Wow. I didn’t think Hans was going to find anyone who could be his partner, here, tonight, with the match being made, literally, a few seconds ago.
Travis: Come on! Jarred’s about as stable as TNT. He might help out, he might dive headfirst into the ring bell. . .
Eddie: He’s not that bad!
Lanisha: And their opponents, introducing first, 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, Lurker a step behind. 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. He then begins walking down the ramp to the ring. As he does, Redhorn gets right up on the camera mouthing Blah Blah Blah as he gesture a yaping mouth with his free hand. Pushing past the camera man Redhorn continues on to the ring. Climbing in Redhorn moves to the far side climbing the turn buckle to wave the flag once more.]
Eddie: It looks like Redhorn got the Lurker to be his partner.
Travis: Oh, great. He’s facing Jarred Dylan and Hans Kuhmann, and he’s bringing a jobber to the ring. WHY NOT JUST GIVE THEM THE MATCH?! Friggin idiot. . .
[Once inside the ring, the bell rings, and, again, Hans and Redhorn are immediately picking up where they left off. The other two moved to the apron, Hans and Redhorn are motivated more by anger and rage than any kind of adrenaline. After a long period of straight punches, Hans ducks a punch thrown by Redhorn, quickly hits the far ropes, and catches Redhorn with a spear, immediately moving back to lay his left arm over Redhorn’s body, firing punches into Redhorn’s face. As Redhorn covers up, Hans steps back again, then darts forward, and kicks Redhorn in the kidney. Redhorn rolls under the bottom rope, and, immediately, Hans flies over the top rope, catching Redhorn with a plancha. Hans pulled Redhorn to his feet, only to have Redhorn grab the front of his trunks and pull him into the apron itself. Put down, Hans took quite a while to get to his feet, with the beating he’d taken from Damon Lancaster earlier. In that time, Redhorn recovered enough to stomp on Hans’ left knee. Pulling Hans to his feet, Redhorn drove him into the apron itself, and then rolled into the ring and then back out again to check the count. Pulling Hans up, Redhorn slid him into the ring, and followed him in himself, pulling Hans vertical, again, and catching Hans, quickly, with a stun gun, before rocking back, into the ropes, and coming off with a clothesline Redhorn charged across the ring, then, and caught Jarred with an open-handed slap. Redhorn moved to the outside part of the ring, and pulled what appeared to be a bottle of something. Taking a swig, Redhorn rolled back into the ring, and motioned to Hans to get to his feet. As Hans stumbled to his feet, though, Redhorn stepped forward, and spat the quantity of liquor he’d swallowed into Hans’ face. Hans staggered backward, clutching at his eyes, and randomly swinging. As Jarred exited the ring again and the referee turned, again, to look at the action, the blinded Hans stumbled into his corner, and, as Jarred tried to check on Hans, Hans responded simply, by turning and catching Jarred, unguarded, with a brutal right hand, sending Jarred to the ground. The referee blinked, looking down at Jarred, then returning to the match at hand. As Redhorn moved to set Hans up for the Rise of the South, Hans caught Redhorn with a thumb to the eye, then, as Redhorn staggered backward, Hans grabbed him, sending him into the corner. Hans moved to the corner himself, turned Redhorn around, and lifted him onto the top turnbuckle, following him up himself, and, rather awkwardly, lifting Redhorn onto his shoulders, before jumping off the turnbuckle, and planting Redhorn into the ring with a jumping DVD from the top turnbuckle, and going for the pin. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!!! As Hans stumbled upward, to celebrate, the Lurker seemingly materialized behind him, chair in hand, cracking Hans in the back of the head with the chair, before proceeding to drive the chair, repeatedly, into Hans’s back. Redhorn, by then, had gotten to his feet, and began to stomp on Hans to ‘help’. Stepping back, Lurker seemed to be preparing to leave the ring, only to pivot, and drill Redhorn with the chair, rendering Redhorn unconscious. Lurker, then, paused to sandwich Redhorn’s head between the back and the seat of the chair, moving to the top turnbuckle, and then coming off of the turnbuckle itself. Redhorn writhed in pain, and the Lurker stood over him, glaring down at Redhorn, before reaching up to the mask, and pulling the mask off.]
Eddie: That’s not the Lurker! That’s Beowulf!
Travis: I KNEW today was going to be a great day! If Beowulf’s back, then that means that more people are going to be on the injured list. . .
Eddie: That’s not something to look forward to, Travis!
[Beowulf grabbed the chair again, and cracked Hans, once more, with the chair, only to topple forward from behind. Jarred stood over Beowulf, then, and then stared down at the larger man. Behind him, Hans slowly fought to his feet, and, abruptly, Jarred turned, and drove Hans into the title with a Solitary Confinement, before spitting on Hans, and leaving the ring, the carnage left in the ring, now, behind him.]
Eddie: What just happened here?!
Travis: I’m not sure myself. . .
[The transmission dies and as the scene fades. Copyright 2008, Hardcore Wrestling Corp.]