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M13: Heavy Metal Hero vs Lion Merteuil; Prison from Hell
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Topic Started: Jun 17 2007, 05:25 PM (1,272 Views)
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Jun 17 2007, 05:25 PM
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This match is for Heavy Metal Hero vs Lion Merteuil
-Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling -Prison from Hell Match
The Ref for this match is Patrick Hebner.
The Prison from Hell, as described by Lion Merteuil.
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Basically, picture a basic, chain link cage they use in cage matches. No roof, just a basic steel cage. Now, with Col's addition, picture the spot on the inside of that cage above the top rope, sort of like a brief, chain link shelf. Just big enough to stand on. Like steel supports coming out of the normal cage wall to support a flat surface of chainlink. The shelf is the best analogy I can come up with for that, hope you guys can picture it. Now this shelf will only be available on two sides of the ring, not all four. And it will be the sides that are facing so it will follow a | | setup. Now in that cage, wrap the interior of it's walls, the ones INSIDE the ring, with barbed wire. Not just thin little strands of wire here and there, full on saturated the entire wall is almost a barbed wire roll at the bottom, enough that coming into contact with it, via trying to climb it, or more aptly to be thrown into it guarantees you will be cut up badly. The aforementioned shelves on the two sides could conceivably be used as launching pads, both for aerial attacks and for trying to get to the top of the cage, as the wire concentration thins the higher up you go. Meaning towards the top of each of the cage walls, barbed wire will be less concentrated and more thinned out, still enough to cut you, but this is to encourage feats of aerial wackiness off the top of the cage. Also, each of the four corner's ring posts will now apparently have steel chain hanging from them for weapony fun. The door to this cage is NOT locked.
Now we enter another level of the Prison From Hell. You may ask, why is it called a prison if they don't lock the cage door? Simple. There is a Hell in a Cell overtop of the Cage we just discussed, though in the match they are referred to as the Interor and Exterior Cage respectively. Now the Exterior Cage (HIAC), has it's door chained and locked shut, and I mean tight. So you see, the area between the two cages, is accessable. Now, I'm not saying it's impossible to get out of the HIAC and get on top of it for more wacky times, but that's kinda not the principal idea of the match. Locked in a cage, with fiercely brutal instruments, the idea is kinda to beat the Hell out of everyone and win. To prove you can take the most punishment.
The HIAC is lightly watered before the match, and two electric generators are hooked up to it, makes it like an electric fence.
Speaking of punishment, the final piece of the PFH puzzle. In between the cages, and under the ring, just about every hardcore impliment you can name. There's a flavor for everyone, from WWE stop signs, steel chairs, tables, ladders, thumbtacks etc, to CZW style light tubes and lighterfluid, to extra rolls of barbed wire, you name it, we got it. And everything is perfectly legal.
Now, in a PFH match, there's no real reason for technical wrestling to enter into the equation. The match wasn't designed to host the NCAA championship bouts, so submissions are not recognized in this match. Indeed, there is only one OFFICIAL way to win, and two ways total. The OFFICIAL way, is obviously, via pinfall. However, should you beat your opponent so senselessly, so extensively, that the referee decides to stop the match via TKO, then that's their perogative.
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 Accomplishments: -First ever Cyanide Champion -14 Time Cyanide Champion -Former PRW Commissioner -PRW Hall of Fame Inductee
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Heavy Metal Hero
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Jun 18 2007, 09:13 PM
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The crowd is sedate in anticipation as the arena is prepared for the main event of the evening. It is perhaps set to be among the best matches in PRW History, an instant classic on the budding of a new clash between rival factions. Such scenarios have bred some of the best, bloodiest bouts in PRW history and the upcoming match is poised to be as brutal as any match may come.
The wire-laden steel cage has been affixed to the ring already, door wide open as it awaits the competitors. The outer cage, the electrified Hell in a Cell is hanging feet off the ground as it awaits the entrance of the competitors. The sprinklers open up lightly onto the structure, sending streams of water all about the cell as it is readied as a conduit.
Suddenly, the lights in the arena drop to insignificance. The entire building is pitch black as the pittering rain of the sprinklers slowly dwindles away to silence. A heavy bass riff pounds into the arena as 'I am the Warlock' begins playing through the arena. For the first time in PRW history, the entire populace of the crowd reacts with a sort of dejected appreciation towards Art "Heavy Metal Hero" McLellan as he emerges from the back.
Smith: The champ is entering first since this match is all about our man Lion!
Brunswick: Lion is the most despicable man in PRW! He aligned himself with the Axis, and he spits in the face of everyone on the planet!
Smith: But Josh, the Axis is making PRW better for everyone!
Brunswick: But mostly for themselves!
McLellan emerges from the back with his arms extended in an eerie cruciform taunt. His head is down, hair sweat-greased and dangling devilishly around his face. He is wearing a dark black leather jacket over a black Misfits t-shirt, with faded acid wash jeans tucked into his black wrestling boots. In the now-dim lighting, he looks vaugely like a figure of a demon, a phantom heathen spirit.
I'm going to fvck your life up, I'm going to crush your soul, Two demons stand beside me, And now I'm takin' control!
I never sleep, I've got a sinister plan, Your world is weak, And now I'm takin' command! Alright!
Because I am the Warlock! I am the Warlock!
Brunswick: Art McLellan looks eerie tonight, he's somewhat reminiscent of the Crow.
Smith: Josh, this is PRW. Everyone is reminiscent of the Crow here.
Brunswick: Well, the champion is a real man on a mission.
Art McLellan ducks under the dripping cell and proceeds around the ring, entering the cage through the door. As the lights come up, the light reflects off the Undisputed Championship belt around the champion's waist. McLellan walks between the ropes, where the referee goes for his belt. McLellan waves him off in irritation, to the confusion of all in attendance.
Brunswick: He's not giving up his belt? What's he planning?
Smith: I think it's obvious that he truly wants to enjoy his last moments with such a prized possession.
I'm going to fvck your mind up, And you'll be writhing in pain, Stare deep, into my scepter, And now you're goin' insane!
You try to run and hide, I'm gonna trash you in heaven, You try to gather up your army, haha, And now you're makin' me laugh, alright!
Art McLellan holds the belt up in the air and buries his finger in his chest, mouthing something incomprehensible before walking over and latching the belt onto the edge of one of the cage 'shelves,' pulling to inspect sturdiness. Stepping into the centre of the ring, McLellan hits a crucifix taunt as a flaming pyrotechnic cross is projected above the ring!
Brunswick: Holy sh!t!
Smith: Blaspheme!
I whisper the ancient scriptures, I'll drink the blood of the lamb, And as I begin to levitate, This is the day of the damned!
I am the Warlock! I am the Warlock!
Brunswick: Here we go!
Smith: You know what's coming next!
The music dies as McLellan awaits his adversary in the ring.
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- MATTHEW,May 28 2012
- 04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life. Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.
I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.
I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche. [/center]
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Jun 20 2007, 09:42 AM
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The lights in the arena dim, and the flaming cross above the ring is abruptly extinguished! The crowd rustles and give a loud yell in anticipation. The only illumination comes from a blue and gold lit oval above the ring, as hundreds of spotlights stand poised but unused. The Prison remains eerily lit with a ominous blue glow, highlighting the form of the dominant champion contained within it! A vibration runs through the air as the proud and powerful roar of a lion thunders over the sound waves, louder and prouder or so it seems as the thundering of the sound rattles the arena and the ring itself. A low bass line is held after the roar if for only a moment.

Standing, center stage, is the lone figure of Lion Merteuil. Tonight is a night of difference in him it seems, the way he stands, the way the light seems to do little more that highlight his shadowed form. The cloak upon his shoulders tonight is more regal, adorned with stitching and baubles embedded in the material itself that seems to hightlight and glint with every sway of his body in the white hot spotlight. It's as though tonight, he lacks the disipline to stand still. The crowd screams in excitement as the bass line, however short...draws to it's close...

The first major drum hit intros into "Perfection or Vanity" by Dimmu Borgir, as Lion Merteuil throws his hands in the air in almost perfect synch with the first beat, casting the cloak off his body. His form and musculature seems to glisten in the spotlight as he holds his pose of victory, a foreshadowing of what he expects to end the night in, and as the first of the violin strings are heard, the pyrotechnics that normally erupt in blinding intensity are relagated to but spurting fireworks, as the left and the right hand side take turns with alternating spurts on each side of the devices projecting the light.

The pyro machines cut off. But Lion does not move from the stage, but rather simply lowers his hands as he locks gazes with the champion Art McLellan, who has not taken his eyes of the challenger to his gold since he first appeared on the stage. Lion raises his right arm and points to McLellan, and then taking both his left and right hands, slides them across his gleaming waist, a clear message that he intends to take the champions gold here tonight at Summerfest. Lion smiles a moment, and then forcefully throws his own two arms out in a mockery of McLellan's earlier crucifix taunt, and the machines behind him erupt with the blinding intensity that they are normally known for, highlighting the challenger's form as he keeps a focused stare at the Prison before him!

As that pyro wave dies, Lion walks resolute towards the Prison. He is no fool. He knows that while it wasn't suggested lightly, this may be the most dangerous and career shortening match ever devised. Born of a hatred so keen, so blinding, it's creator gave little thought to his own well being when he devised it first to lock his mortal nemesis within it's confines, and both men, after that bout were never quite the same. It's winner could not wrestle anymore, and it's loser, well...his career and ability were never the same. You don't win a Prison From Hell match, you survive it. All other goals within it's harsh and unforgiving confines are secondary. Lion reaches the base of the ramp and completely ignores the fans cheers, jeers and cat calls. Instead he takes his gaze from McLellan, and looks at the monstrosity that two of them will soon be locked in.

Lion walks to the open door of the Hell in a Cell, or the Exterior Cage as it is known as in this match, and after a seconds pause walks through it. The official behind him shuts the door and begins to set about locking it. Lion approaches the steel stairs leading up to the door of the barbed wire laden steel cage in the cell's protective embrace, or the Interior Cage as it is known as, and walks up and through it, entering the ring with the champion Arthur McLellan, and official Patrick Hebner. Lion walks to the middle of the ring and casts a gaze at the PRW Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling, resting almost lazily on the shelf it's present owner has opted to place it upon. Lion then walks to the middle of the ring one final time and throws his arms out in a pose for the fans, drawning roars of support and jeers of detriment in the same breath, but that suits him just fine.

Lion puts his hands down and walks to the middle of the ring. Patrick Hebner meets both Lion and HMH in the middle.
Patrick Hebner> Alright gentlemen! This is a Prison From Hell match. There are no real rules, as pretty well anything goes. The only thing both of you need to understand is this. In a Prison match, there are no submission. The victory is acheived via pinfall. Tonight, as it is for the title, I'm not going to stop this match. I have been advised by Chairman Caje and the Board that there MUST be a winner here tonight. You gentlemen understand?
Both Lion and HMH nod, and while each of them back away, HMH turns to go back to his corner, and ever the opportunist, Lion sees his opening to strike! He blindsides HMH with a right hand as Hebner calls for the bell, which quickly rings as the match is now on!
Brunswick> What a cheap shot by Lion!
Smith> Hey, Lion is here to win tonight Brunny! I don't think he cares how!
Lion moves on the down to a knee champion and knees him sharply in the side! Lion grabs HMH's head and clobbers him with a right forearm knocking the champion down to the mat! Lion mounts HMH and peppers him with right hands to the head!
Brunswick> Lion starting it out very aggressively here!
Smith> Lion needs to do that to be successful here tonight against McLellan! But you can never count the champion out! Lion needs to press the advantage while he has it!
Lion gets off HMH quickly and bolts to the shelf that holds the PRW title. Taking the belt in his arms, Lion turns to HMH who is getting up with a wicked smirk on his face!
Brunswick> Lion grabbing the title here!
Smith> He hasn't won it yet Brunny, but I think I smell a change in the air tonight!
Lion races at HMH and floors him with a shot to the head with his own championship gold! HMH sprawls out on his back and looks to be blurry eyed following the hit!
Smith> What a shot with the belt!
Brunswick> Lion is in control early here! Can McLellan bounce back?!
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Jun 21 2007, 03:15 PM
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There is a look of absolutelty inhuman excitement in the face of Lion Merteuil, his eyes wide, burning away with the crazed stare of a walking demon. Lion roars out loud as adrenaline courses through his entire body with a consuming voracity as he turns back to Art McLellan. A compact piece of work, it isn't easy to shrug off such a shot from Lion Merteuil.
Smith: The champ is down! Merteuil bowled him!
McLellan pushes himself off the mat, but Lion lunges. He has literally gone temporarily feral as he uses the belt to pound the champion in the back of the head, driving him head-first into the mat. McLellan recoils and holds himself up, out of suprise as much as anything else. He gets to his knees quickly, but Lion kicks him in the back and he lands face first on the mat again.
Brunswick: This is barely sportsmanlike. He can't even let McLellan off the mat!
Smith: That's because Art McLellan CAN'T get off the mat! Lion is a bionic machine! It's like fighting Robocop!
Brunwick: Yeah, except you don't have to come back for a dozen sh!tty sequels.
Lion wails on Art McLellan with vicious boots to the back as McLellan crawls to the ropes. Art McLellan uses the ropes to pull himself briefly off the mat, and for the first time comes face to face with the most destructive part of the flesh-ripping barbed wire adorning the cage walls. Lion's boot comes into contact with the back of the champion's head, driving him neck-first onto the bottom rope. Lion proceeds to choke the champ out, much to the dislike of the general attendance.
Lion grabs the back of Art's hair, pulling him backward off the mat and to his feet. Grabbing the back of McLellan's belt and the scruff of his neck, the crowd smells what Lion is cooking. With a violent heave, Lion sends Art McLellan right into the barbed-wire-covered wall of the cage! McLellan gets a foot out! Art McLellan uses his legs to stop himself in midair on the cage, and turns himself around into a springboard cross body block off the wall! The crowd is in immediate awe as Lion manages to telegraph the lightning quick exchange, grabbing the champion and nailing him with a resounding powerslam!
Brunswick: Holy crap!
Smith: That was blinding! And what power!
Lion stands up, still holding the Undisputed Championship in his hand. McLellan literally looks like a fish out of water for a brief moment, and the expression on the challenger's face exemplifies sadism. He finally drops the belt, discarded for more pertinent concerns of the moment. Lion pulls Art McLellan off the mat in a collar and elbow tie up, then delivers a vicious European uppercut that reels the champion. McLellan regains his balance only to be taken down with a lariat! Almost tauntingly, Lion leaves the arm over for a pin.
Brunswick: I must admit, it appears that maybe Art McLellan underestimated Lion Merteuil at the start of this match.
Smith: There's no way to estimate that kind of power! McLellan never had a chance, end it here!
McLellan throws the challenger's arm off at two. With every drop of epinephrine pounding into his skull, he forces himself to get off the mat and try to mount an offense. Lion is up just as quickly and charges with another brutal lariat, and with the sonic snap of an arm inches from his face McLellan does all he can to get out of the way by ducking under the attack. Lion rebounds off the ropes and comes back, receiving a sloppy dropkick from McLellan to return the first offense of the match!
Brunswick: Art is back in this!
McLellan rushes to his feet, and Lion gets back up leaving the two face to face in the middle of the ring. Lion only has a slight size advantage in the match, but the difference in build and stature is obvious. Lion’s bulging body dwarfs Art McLellan’s lean, debatably healthy physique. Lion gets up jack-jawing in the champion’s face, but McLellan literally pimp-slaps Lion Merteuil with a resounding backhand that creates a wave of “ooooooh, sh!t!” throughout the crowd.
Smith: Whoa whoa whoa! Bad idea!
Lion turns back with eyes locked on McLellan. Lion has a jittery, loose-jawed oh-no-you-didn’t kind of expression on his face that makes every man in attendance not holding an Undisputed Championship certain that Art McLellan is going down. Lion Merteuil cocks back with a thunderous punch right to the jaw that bounces McLellan off the mat, much to the chagrin of the Aristocratic Blueblood!
Smith: And BAM!
Brunswick: I think that may have been a bad move on the part of our champion.
Art McLellan rebounds off the mat and onto his feet, but Lion snowplows him again with a vicious right hand! McLellan gets to his feet, staggering. Lion ties up with the champion, picking him up overhead. Lion holds McLellan straight above his head with a stalling suplex, turning the tides on the champion’s blood flow. Lion drops back and hits a huge brainbuster suplex that cripples the champion on the mat! Lion rolls over for the pin on the lifeless Art McLellan.
Brunswick: I’ve never seen anyone make Art McLellan look like he looks now!
Smith: That’s because you’ve never seen anyone like Lion Merteuil, and you ain’t seen nothing yet!
McLellan once again kicks out at two, but Lion does not intend to leave any room for error. He drags the champion to his feet and once again eyes the skin-shredding barbed wire. Seeing a potential flaw in his plan, Lion rips the leather jacket off of McLellan and throws it up onto one of the shelves. Lion grabs McLellan, getting ready for a belly to belly suplex! Lion heaves the champion overhead; until McLellan shoves him off! Lion goes back-first onto the mat in shock as McLellan backs into the opposite ropes and comes back, drilling Lion with a running, diving knee to the face!
Brunswick: A counter!
McLellan gets up and proceeds over to one of the infamous shelves, using his arms to get himself up on top of it! He puts his jacket back on, then measures off as Lion gets to his feet. Lion turns around, and he’s met with a flying missile dropkick from across the ring, higher than even the top rope! Lion takes the attack full-force and goes flying into the corner!
Brunswick: Now the Hero is in control!
Smith: He’s so smug…
McLellan picks himself up off the mat and drills Lion with a right hand to the side of the head. McLellan unloads another shot square in the jaw, stunning Lion with a series of blistering strikes to the temple. McLellan pulls Lion out of the corner and short-arm Irish whips him, changing directions and sending Lion face-first into the closest cage wall, giving him his first taste of the medley of barbed wire!
Smith: Holy sh!t!
Brunswick: That amount of wire is just ridiculous!
The recoil from the ropes knocks Lion back onto his ass, with a few perforations on his forehead where the barbs made brief contact. Globules of blood begin oozing out of the minor wounds as McLellan picks Lion back up, grabbing the back of his head and smashing it into the cage wall! Lion’s head has many minor gashes that are beginning to well up with his bodily fluids. Lion uses the cage wall to hold himself up, creating minor punctures on his hands. McLellan gets a bright idea as he grabs Lion by the shoulder and turns him around. With all the strength his age-worn body has, McLellan heaves Lion across the ring with an Irish whip that nearly knocks the champion over from the force. Lion rebounds, and before he can physically react Art McLellan catches his leg and brings him down with a drop toe hold, catapulting Lion’s entire body into the wire!
Brunswick: My God! The match is barely underway! And it’s already brutal!
Smith: This is what happens in the Prison from Hell! You don’t win, you just survive!
Lion pushes himself off the cage, his chest now more like a pincushion with minor wounds throughout. However, his forehead is starting to look like a rare steak, as blood is already starting to drip into his eyes from several fair-sized barb wounds. He turns back into a third Irish whip from McLellan, as Art darts off against the opposite ropes. It looks like there is about to be a train wreck as Art and Lion meet in the middle, but Art drops in with a basement dropkick that slides into Lion’s legs and takes him down sideways!
Brunswick: Art McLellan is using everything at his disposal to, quite simply, physically hinder Lion Merteuil!
Smith: If Art McLellan can get around the athletic discrepancy then he has a chance at winning, even against a top-class athlete like Lion!
Art McLellan gets up, just waiting for Lion to recover from the assault at hand. In a blinding flash of inspiration, he proceeds over to the discarded Undisputed Championship of Internet Wrestling. He stalks Lion like, well, a lion, circling back and forth between the ring ropes, in a wide-arced semicircle as Lion begins to rise. Lion stands up, but upon turning he is inevitably drilled hard with the belt, and Lion collapses once again to the mat!
Brunswick: There is no quarter given in this match! Between the unstoppable Lion Merteuil and the conniving, calculating champion Art McLellan, the only way to mount an offense is to get out of the defensive!
Smith: Lion is smart! He’s got a thousand ways out of anything that geriatric can throw at him!
McLellan drops the belt. He hits his trademark cruciform taunt in the middle of the ring, actually getting cheers for the first time in years. He looks ready for a big move, an uncharacteristic look of genuine smug-ness for an expression. Lion gets to his feet, and McLellan once again whips him into the opposite ropes. Lion’s head just clears the bottom of the shelf on the opposite side of the ring. Lion gets ready to dodge another quick attack, but McLellan lunges forward and grabs Lion by the leg, picking him up for a pancake! He falls back a few steps, hitting a pancake so that Lion catches himself jaw-first on the shelf attached to the wall! He falls back, briefly on his feet before falling back onto the mat, practically seeing duckies.
Brunswick: What a move! He’s out cold!
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- MATTHEW,May 28 2012
- 04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life. Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.
I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.
I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche. [/center]
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Jun 21 2007, 07:25 PM
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Lion is down following the pancake to the shelf. HMH feels that he is in control, and thinks for a moment that it might just be enough to do it! He pins Lion as quickly as he can following the move, and referee Patrick Hebner is right there with what turns out to be a long two count! HMH gets up and looks down at Lion, a bloodied carcass, and curses a moment before getting up and mounting him! HMH begins to deliver right hands!
Brunswick> Lion Merteuil not quite ready to fold it in yet!
Smith> You ask me Brunny, this is a bad idea of McLellan!
Brunswick> Why, Lion's head is wounded, he's trying to aggrevate that!
Smith> Yeah, but he's brawling with Lion. In order to keep his success in this match, he needs to keep moving!
HMH delivers ten hard knuckle knots to the bloodied forehead of Lion, and then lifts Lion's bleeding body up and bounces off one of the closer ropes before taking Lion down with a left arm clothesline! HMH looks to be in firm control, and wants to get this show rolling to a close before he has to spend alot more time in the Prison which so far he has done fairly well in avoiding the dangers of. He moves to a corner and begins to stalk Lion like a ravenous predator, a hungry look of competition in his age wearied eyes. Lion is sort of out of it and hurting, but he's collected enough to be getting back to his verticle base, which is just what HMH wants him to do!
Brunswick> I think McLellan is wanting something big here! He's got a guy like Lion on the ropes, I think he just wants to end this sooner than later and get the hell out of this Prison!
Smith> If he's smart that's what he's thinking! But what about Lion Merteuil? Do you think he knows where he is right now? Do you think before tonight, he even knew his body was capable of bleeding this much?
Brunswick> Based on his life and his family connections, I'd wager no.
Lion finally returns to his feet a moment, and he turns. HMH uncoils from the corner like a shot! He's running in low, his shoulder dead level with Lion blood soaked lower body, obviously thinking his trademark Phantom spear might start him on the track to ultimate victory! However Lion sees this even before he's fully turned to face HMH, and quickly moves out of the way, but makes sure to reach out with his hands, his blood leaving streaks on HMH's leather jacket as he pushes him lightly along so as there is no chance for HMH to put on the breaks. By his own eager momentum, and Lion's calculated shove on the way of dodgeing, HMH's forehead, for the first time in this match, meets the vicious barbs adorning the cage walls!
Smith> Genius!
Brunswick> Well McLellan had done well avoiding the steel, now I wonder how he's going to react to the environments destruction to his body!
HMH staggers back almost instantaniously from the impact, a recoil born of instict his head looking alot like a medical student's arm dummy for giving shots. Blood immediately begins to seep from the wounds and run into his eyes as he reaches up with his right hand and wipes the precious fluid from his face, his own blood starting to stain his white shirt in addition to the blood Lion has already spilled on him! However Lion is not waiting for him to turn around! Before he has time to even put his hand back down, Lion's powerful limbs are wrapped in a firm embrace around his waist as he locks in a rear waist lock! Lion however, with the hold intact pulls a standing switch of their position, and then heaves HMH up in a German suplex, but one that is so close to the ropes, the one of the shelves connects with the center of his spine causeing his whole body to snap backwards, the back of his head meeting more barbed wire before he crumples in a heap to the mat!
Brunswick> My God!
Smith> Did you freaking SEE that Brunny?! That German coulda severed McLellan's spine! Lion's crazy!
Brunswick> I don't think he is Smith. Most people when they see their own blood, taste it in a fight, feel it in your eyes, it's like jumping into a swimming pool. If it's gradual, it's more painful. Lion may be right out of Night of the Living Dead, but he hasn't lost anything. His whole sequence since McLellan dropped him on that shelf have been measured and calculated.
Lion looks down disdainfully at the champion HMH and moves over to him, and then begins to stomp him viciously! HMH is woozy and not quite aware of his surrounding for the moment, and Lion takes that opportunity to kick him while he's down! Lion thinks a moment, then moves over HMH and begins to tug at his leather jacket! HMH is instantly aware what his challenger is planning, and punches him repeatedly trying to fend him off!
Smith> The champion is fighting back here!
Brunswick> He knows with that jacket gone, he's lost his only protection against that barbed wire to his torso! He'll do what he has to in order to keep that on his person!
Lion takes shot after shot from HMH before he strikes out with his left hand catching HMH's fist! With a frankly disturbing look in his eyes, Lion glares down at the champion and begins to squeeze! At first HMH glares hatefully back at Lion, but soon his face betreys his pain as Lion has managed to use his power to crush HMH's hand out of fist form and into a limp posturing that allowing him to force his fingers and knuckles in directions not intended! HMH begins to cry out in pain before Lion delivers a vicious forearm/elbow right to the bridge of HMH's nose, knocking him back and sending constellations of stars exploding before his vision!
Brunswick> Lion is like a fine tuned machine here!
Smith> And that's what you get when you have someone like Lion Merteuil in the ring! Even in a match that fosters out of control barbarism, bleeding profusely for the first time in his life, he keeps his composure!
Lion snarls down at HMH, and then again reaches for the jacket! HMH however thinks fast and reaches up, grabbing Lion by his wrestling trunks! Lion looks down at him a moment with a confused look, and HMH pulls with all his forty five year old frame will grant him at this stage! Lion following momentum and flies head first into the barbed wire again! A cry of pain escapes the aristocrats lips as he slumps to the mat following the impact, and he bites the bottom rope in pain from feeling the barbs mutilate his skin again! Both men are down!
Brunswick> This just goes to show that nobody is superman Smithy! You get cut up with barbed wire enough, you're gonna feel it!
Smith> Lion has probably never felt anything like this, in his life! I mean, it's not to say Lion's never been in painful situations before! Hell, remember that match he had back in XWA with his trainer Alex Sean?
Brunswick> Indeed, Alex Sean as rough, tough and rugged as they come, he definately took a strip or two off his pupil, but Lion prevailed in that end of that encounter!
Smith> Indeed, but being beaten on by a strong rough and tough guy is quite a differant experience from having your body sliced to ribbons with barbed wire!
Both men are trying to collect themselves. HMH grimaces but gets up. He's got the advantage, however slight again. He knows he needs to press it and widen it's presence to put him in firmer control, so he can end this hell! Crawling to the cage door, HMH's blood stained hands touch the cool steel of the steps as he gets out of the interior cage and falls out into the area between the two cells. He stays as close to the ring as he can. He knows that one graze of any part of his body to the steel of the outer cell will jolt him with a shot of electricity. Lion meanwhile in the ring has crawled towards the middle of the ring and curled up into a fetal ball, trying to rock the pain of his numerous puncture wounds away!
Smith> Man, Lion is hurt bad here!
Brunswick> Of course he is! This is the point of this freaking match! These guys are top class athletes, Lion and even McLellan, and this environment is doing what it is famous for, eating them both alive!
HMH moves a few more paces, then rears up on his knees and looks in the ring, seeing Lion in his vulnerable position! A sly smile crosses the veteran's lips, and he feels his hands on something cool and solid. Looking down, he finds he's crawled onto a folded steel chair! Taking hold of the weapon, HMH reverses the course of his journey, and heads back towards the ring. After a few moments, he's back to the stairs, and manages to drag himself back into the interior cage's confines. Pausing a moment, the champion uses the steel chair to brace himself, and then pulls himself to his feet, leaning heavily on the chair for support at first, then gradually, he gets his base back.
Brunswick> Well things are not looking good for Lion here! McLellan has a steel chair and I think the man means to use it!
Smith> Man, Lion put alot into this, but I have to wonder if maybe it would be better just to let this one be over and try again at a later date in not so savage an atmosphere.
Brunswick> Well that's the catch 22 of this Smith, Lion only asked for this to happen because this environment completely nullifies both the Axis and the NwO from interfereing on either man's behalf. Only problem is, you have a very slim chance of not being severely hurt in this kind of match.
HMH is standing and waves for Lion to get up! Brandishing the steel weapon, he watches and waits as Lion tries to get up to defend himself. Lion is barely to his knees when HMH charges in, chair wound up, intent on swinging for the fences and taking Lion's head clean off! Lion however surges quickly, catching HMH in a quick but awkward drop toe hold, sending him flying at the cage wall behind Lion! HMH however is quick to react, and strategically places the chair in front of his face, opting to take the brief bop on the head of steel versus the unforgiving grating of barbed wire! Lion however quickly nullifies this quick thinking by HMH with a timely low blow! HMH drops the chair and instinctively grabs his jarred gonads.
Brunswick> McLellan is gonna take Lion's head off!
Smith> Man, this isn't looking good at all!
Brunswick> Wait! Counter! Oh! McLellan blocked it!
Smith> Sort of, that shot to the head with the steel still had to sting and...OHHH! I think that low blow might have done it to!
Brunswick> McLellan meant to take Lion's head off, Lion countered with a drop toe hold into the cage wall, McLellan managed to block the barbed wire with the chair, but Lion put him right out of it with that low blow!
Lion pauses a moment, getting his wind, and then gets to his feet and with his left arm grabs around HMH's head and latches on, before pulling HMH over his body and drops to his knees, snapping HMH's back across his own with a 3.0 Randy Orton backbreaker special! Lion falls to his stomach and tries to collect his wind as HMH looks to be out of it, barely twitching!
Brunswick> Lion with the 3.0!
Smith> This is suddenly anybody's ballgame again Brunny!
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The crowd is electric as McLellan and Merteuil lay strung-out in the middle of the ring, trying desperately to get their bearings and take control of the match once and for all. With a little more focus between his legs than he would like, Art McLellan stands up straight with a groggy swaggering stance.
Brunswick: We're barely five minutes into this match, and look at the early toll it's taken!
Smith: Between experience and exuberance, these two men totally have what it takes to take on the Prison!
Lion begins getting to his feet in exhaustion. He isn't faring as well as he might have hoped in this match, the absolute agony of such an ultraviolent match fairly new to this pampered, pompous persona. Art McLellan, despite his virginity in the match, is in his domain indefinitely. He proves this by grabbing hold of the nearby steel chair and slamming it hard over Lion's back.
Lion winces and barely stays on his hands and knees as a second shot jars his kidneys. McLellan follows up with a third shot that would make most organs bleed on a normal human being. He shakes Lion's liver with a fourth wicked chair shot, throwing the chair on the mat and throwing his hands above his blood-soaked head.
Brunswick: I think both men have about the same idea here, they're just trying to ground down one another until they physically can't defend themselves!
Smith: That's the only strategy in this match! Lion Merteuil lays down for no man!
Brunswick: Neither does our champion Art McLellan, and he's proven it many more times than Lion has!
McLellan grabs Lion by the scruff of the neck and yanks him from his place on the mat. Lion's face is in agony as Art locks on the front facelock. Art flips the arm and snap suplexes Lion right onto the steel chair! Lion's lower back bounces off the hard steel, leaving his insides sloshing. Art grabs Lion's shoulders and picks him off the mat, driving his knee into the lower back and putting on a bow and arrow arm lock!
Smith: There's no submission in this match, what does he hope to accomplish here?
Brunswick: One word, Kevin: Pain.
McLellan jams the knee in hard, pulling back on the shoulders at the same time. Lion's legs seem to spasmodically twitch with every wrench of the knee. McLellan gets on one knee, then reels back and knees Lion in his unprotected back! McLellan seems intent to turn Lion's spinal columns into pudding as he wails in with another shot! Content, McLellan stands and puts the agonized challenger in a strong sleeper.
Brunswick: It's time to take the challenger out to the back! McLellan is just torturing him!
Smith: It's way too early to count out our main man Lion, Josh!
Indeed, Lion begins slowly getting to his feet. McLellan hits another knee to the back that momentarily grounds Lion, then cinches up on the hold with all his might. Lion stands back up, fading but persistent as he gets a hold of McLellan and throws him over his shoulder with a snapmare takedown! Now Lion puts on a sleeper with his thick arms, trying to earn himself a rest!
Smith: Brilliant tactic from the aristocratic blueblood!
Brunswick: Maybe the first tactic you learn in wrestling school, Kevin.
McLellan begins squirming out of his sitting position, and Lion is much too tired to put up much of a fight. Still, Lion is formidable as it takes precious suffocating seconds for Art to reach his knees. Art elbows Lion once, twice, three times in the ribs to loosen his grip before reaching his arm around and putting Lion in a headlock. Crouched as low as he could possibly be, Art uncoils like a jumping snake and jumps into the air in bulldog position, leaving Lion staggering around barely aware of his area code. Lion stumbles in a circle and forward, and Art lands a huge elevated bulldog on Lion that plants him head-first on the steel chair in the middle of the ring!
Brunswick: Oh my God! What a stunning shot!
Smith: Oh no, Lion's in trouble now!
McLellan gets up as fast as his tiring body will enable him, and begins walking over to the door of the cage. He ducks under the barbed-wire-covered interior cage as he leaves, and grabs the first thing he can find, flinging it into the ring. A fire extinguisher clears the top of the cage and bounces off the mat in the middle of the ring.
Brunswick: Things are about to get even more violent now!
McLellan walks around the ring, kicking a box of light tubes out of his way and nearly tripping over a table before grabbing hold of a garbage can and tossing it over the top. McLellan makes another round to the next side, where he sees it: The first ladder of the match. McLellan rushes over and sets it up outside the ring, standing almost as high as the cage in the ring.
Smith: What good is a cage in the exterior cage to him right now?!
Brunswick: I don't think he's planning for anything nice to happen...
McLellan stands up, admiring his work. Lion is returning to full conciousness in the ring, so Art grabs the thing nearest to him. He has to do a double take; he looks over at the chair in his hand, absolutely crawling with a bush-load of barbed wire! A sick smile crawls across the champion's face as he begins half-climbing, half-running up the ladder!
Brunswick: I don't like where this is going...
Smith: Look out, Lion!
Lion begins getting to his feet, stumbling as McLellan stands atop the ladder with the chair in both hands. He seems to be gauging his distance as Lion gains his footing after nearly being concussed from the vicious elevated bulldog onto the chair. Lion turns around and in a flash, Art McLellan is in the air. Jumping off the ladder, he clears the very top of the interior cage, barely ducking under the exterior electrified cage as he flies into the ring with the barbed wire chair! Lion looks up just in time to catch the chair right in the forehead, doing even more damages to his battle-torn flesh and nearly knocking him over a hundred and eighty degrees as he lands high on his shoulders! McLellan crashes to the mat in a heap!
Smith: Holy sh!t! Holy sh!t!
Brunswick: That was completely and totally unprecedented!
The crowd begins chanting "P-R-W" as Lion's forehead wells up with blood, now bleeding profusely. The chair has bounced out of reach as Art McLellan begins aimlessly rolling around the ring, his entire body feeling the effects of the completely uncalculated landing. McLellan rolls over to see Lion nearly passed out on the mat, bleeding into every orifice on his face. With an exaggerated-looking crawl, Art McLellan drags himself over and drapes an arm over Lion Merteuil.
Brunswick: It's over! It's all over!
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Smith: Get up Lion! Get up!
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Lion kicks out at two and two thirds! The crowd explodes, knowing the match will continue!
Smith: I knew it! It's still anybody's game!
Brunswick: I can't believe he's even still breathing! He needs medical attention!
McLellan rolls over onto his back, only believing out of habit that he hasn't gotten an easy win. McLellan rolls all the way over to the ropes, grabbing the bottom rope and hoisting himself to his knees. He appears to have considerable pain in his legs. Lion is on his knees now, and McLellan stumble-runs across the ring and gives him a stiff boot to the side of the face that knocks him over.
Brunswick: Art McLellan is still wrestling this match at his pace, and that's bad news for Lion.
Art McLellan goes all the way to the opposite ropes before leaning on them once again to get his breath fully. Lion rolls over toward the ropes to Art's left, near the door. Art McLellan turns around as Lion is on his hands and knees. Art charges, but Lion immediately telegraphs the move, turning and diving at the champ! A resounding crack is heard throughout the arena as Lion drills McLellan with a vicious fire extinguisher shot!
Smith: Hoohah!
Brunswick: My Lord! Lion's back in this again!
The stunned Art McLellan falls down to the mat, dazed and confused as Lion fights to his feet. Lion has renewed energy after that wicked shot, grabbing McLellan by the hair and unceremoniously through the middle rope out the door of the interior cage.
Brunswick: Now the whole match is spilling to the exterior!
Smith: The Prison might not hold them for much longer!
Lion steps through the ropes, grabbing McLellan off the ring mats and punching him hard in the face. Art McLellan can barely move as Lion quickly rips his jacket off and throws it off to the side! Before the champ can react, Lion grabs Art by the head and slams him head-first into the thickest part of the barbed wire on the outside of the interior wall! He uses the cage like a grater, shredding Art's forehead and releasing torrents of blood all over the exterior mats!
Brunswick: Oh my God! That is a sick spectacle!
Smith: Lion is taking over!
Lion pulls McLellan off for a moment, the two now bleeding profusely, almost mortally. As Lion admires his handiwork, his sick grin turns to a queasy frown as the champion's heel embeds itself into Lion's groin! Art McLellan throws Lion into the cage wall, then pulls him off the barbs and hits a huge right hand! After another, Lion returns the favour with a hellacious European uppercut! The two men are trading quick right hands outside the ring, and the crowd is going absolutely ballistic!
Brunswick: I can't believe it! They're as fresh as if the match just started!
Smith: There's no keeping them down! They have no quit at all! This is a match for the ages!
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- MATTHEW,May 28 2012
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I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life. Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.
I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.
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Lion and HMH seem to be born of energy anew! The pitch and ferver of their right hands and uppercuts seem to grow with every exchange of connection, as though the impact were fueling them rather than taking away from them as intended! Lion however quickly realizes that in his present and rather tender condition, this fevered exchange will ultimately detriment him as his opponent HMH probably has considerably less feeling in his nerves than Lion. To remedy the situation, Lion buries his knee into HMH's gut!
Brunswick> These two are just goin like a house afire!
Smith> Both men are steppin it up and neither will back down! I've said it before and I'll say it again, Lion represents the first TRUE threat to McLellan's title reign he's seen in a good long time!
Brunswick> Good calculated knee to the gut there by Lion, that's what makes Lion dangerous, in any condition, he's always thinking!
After the knee winds HMH briefly and completely obliterates the rhythm he was building, Lion grabs his bloodied head and slams it again into the barbed wire of the Interior Cage! Lion reaches down and picks up a trash can...
Smith> And Lion again using the environment to his advantage!
Brunswick> It's almost like in a Prison match you have to use the environment and the structure of the rules like a tag team partner!
Smith> That's exactly right! Now I think it's time to take out the trash!
Lion swings from left to right, catching HMH in the head and jarring him back a few steps with the impact at a trash can to his cranium! Lion then swings right to left, sending him back even more paces! This continues for a fair amount of hits, before Lion finally throws the garbage can overtop of HMH's head! Lion smirks around his facial wounds and he admires his handiwork a moment, then turns 360 before delivering a stiff roaring elbow to the can that knocks HMH to the floor, dangerously close to the electrified Exterior Cage wall!
Brunswick> Lion with several shots to the head with that trash can! HMH is down!
Smith> What a magnificant roaring elbow that was! Pure artistry!
Lion looks over a moment and sees that the two of them have ended up almost at the foot of the ladder HMH had setup earlier and came off. Looking down at HMH's barely twitching body, with a trash can still over it no less, he gets an arrogant smirk and begins to climb the ladder close to HMH...
Smith> Well this is a switch! Lion never does this...
Brunswick> Very rarely do we see Mr. Merteuil go to the high rent district. It's not like he can't afford it, but high risk is not his usual game!
Lion gets to the almost top of the ladder, maybe four rungs away and turns, looking down at HMH below. He then looks up at the fans and once his footing is secure, straightens his posture and throws out his hands in a pose, looking though bloodied and battered, regal in his poise as he poses a moment, akin to Randy Orton before coming off with a crossbody from the top!
Smith> Oh my!
Brunswick> Lion maybe taken some unnecessary time here....
Holding the pose, Lion steps off the ladder and plummets 15ft, his two boots slamming down with forceful impact on the trash can HMH is still in, the surface unsteady combined with the impact sending him flying to his stomach on the mat between the cages! The unofficial trademark double foot stomp has just been delivered successfully!
Brunswick> What impact!
Smith> I don't think that the trash can did much to dampen the impact!
Brunswick> Probably made it worse!
Lion stays down as his feet, ankles and knees absorbed the impact rather forcefully. HMH for his part rolls a bit, but even as he barely manages to get the trash can off of him, his eyes look nearly comatose.
Brunswick> Both these amazing athletes, giveing it their all at Summerfest!
Smith> And this match isn't over Brunny! Not by the longest shot! The crazy thing, I bet we're just getting underway!
Brunswick> This match is truely shapeing up to live up to the hype people have been giving it since Lion upset Sniper in my opinion at Bitchslap!
Lion crawls towards the the ring and reaches under it! He pulls out a nightstick! Lion pauses a moment, examineing the police baton with his eyes before making his way gingerly to his feet again. His legs, though still sore, support his weight. Lion looks to see HMH on his hands and knees with his back to him, trying to get up as he shifts position to one knee!
Smith> Lion with the ol billy club!
Brunswick> Shades of the late Ray Traylor!
Lion waits a moment, and then as HMH gets back to his feet Lion charges and takes his left knee out with the nightstick! HMH crumples to one knee and looses a cry of pain as Lion slams the nightstick into the back of his neck, knocking him to the floor!
Brunswick> Lion with the nightstick to the back of the head!
Smith> Lion's showing McLellan some disiplinary action!
Lion throws down the nightstick and grabs HMH by the hair and drags him along to the Interior Cage door! Lion pauses briefly to slam HMH's face off the steel steps than gets into the ring!
Brunswick> Looks like Lion wants to move it back into the ring!
Smith> The ring is his domain Brunny! He is the General there! This outside the ring, hardcore crap is McLellan's bag!
Lion reaches through the ropes and grabs HMH by his hair, but HMH springs to life for the first real time with a thumb to the eye! Lion's hands shoot up to his sensitive opic nerve and this allows HMH to get his hands on the cage door and slam it full force into Lion's head, throwing Lion to his back inside the ring from the impact!
Brunswick> McLellan with the thumb to the eye!
Smith> Crafty old bugger he is, but he needs to press the advantage!
HMH gets into the ring and moves over to Lion's downed form and stomps him down briefly, before picking Lion up off the mat and looking evilly at the barbed wire steel chair still laying in the ring! Lion however springs to life with a quick front waistlock!
Brunswick> McLellan has something in mind with that sick barbed wire chair!
Smith> Whatever it is, Lion needs to...
Lion plants his feet quickly and pops his hips, flinging HMH skyward in a belly to belly overhead throw! However, as Lion's back was to the ropes almost exactly, HMH's whole body hits the barbed wire laden wall of the cage upsidedown! And the vicious barbs slice and shred his shirt, jeans and skin and hold him upsidedown for a moment almost comically frozen in time. It's like you can picture Wile E.Coyote with the "Yikes" sign up before he plumets to the bottom of the abyss he's just run onto! However as the barbs finally shred the fabric holding HMH up, he lands top of his head first on the metal shelf, compressing his spine before falling limply like a rag doll to the mat below!
Crowd: HOLY sh!t!!! HOLY sh!t!!! HOLY sh!t!!! HOLY sh!t!!! HOLY sh!t!!! HOLY sh!t!!!
Brunswick> OH MY LORD!!!!!!!!!!!
Smith> BALLGAME!!!!!!!!
Lion looks down at HMH a moment with a look of shock, like even he did not expect the outcome of his throw to be so vicious! Non the less, waste not want, ever the opportunist, Lion makes the cover!
Brunswick> This is academic! Get the paramedics ready...
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NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At two and a half, HMH spasms, forceing his shoulders up off the canvas by sheer force of will!
Smith> WHAT THE FVCK????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brunswick> No it's NOT over! McLellan will not surrender here!
Smith> How is he even ALIVE to surrender if he wanted to?!
Lion gets to his knees with an incredulous look on his bloody face as he holds up two fingers! Hebner confirms! Lion slams his hands down to the mat in frustration!
Brunswick> What's it going to take here?!
As Lion rages, HMH drags himself to the nearest ropes, and slowly, but surely pulls himself back to his feet...
Smith> I don't believe this...
Lion gets to his feet and looks at HMH, shocked that he's even conscious following his fall, and snarls enraged at the fact that he's standing. HMH gets a wily grin, and a sick glint in his eye as he nods to Lion! This thing is far from over!
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McLellan stands with one hand on the top rope, just glaring at Lion. Lion's eyes are locked on the champ, the spindly wall he just cannot seem to topple. McLellan walks off the ropes with a gamey stumble, circling around Lion in a wide arc. Lion and Art McLellan begin circling closer and closer to one another, the circle closing as the two lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up!
Brunswick: Is tying up with Lion the best idea for the champion here?
Smith: All I can say is that the crowd is eating it up!
Before Lion gets a chance to put his raw animal strength to work, Art McLellan shocks him as he breaks and goes under so spryly that Lion has no time to react. McLellan slaps on a hammerlock behind Lion, then with his free hand gets Lion's neck under his arm. Art kicks Lion's near leg out, dropping into a sitout reverse DDT.
Brunswick: He's quick like a fox!
Smith: Probably smells like one, too.
Art stands up, backing into the ropes. Lion sits up, only to get a stiff boot to the back of the head as Art McLellan approaches him again. Lion is dazed as McLellan goes right past him, picking something up off the mat. As Lion sits up straight, he gets nailed with a diving shot from the champion, the Undisputed Championship belt bouncing off his forehead!
Brunswick: He nailed him! Heavy Metal Hero has hands around the neck, and now he's trying to squeeze out the life.
McLellan lays face-first on the mat for a moment, still recovering from every single life-threatening attack that has faced him this night. Lion Merteuil rolls away from the champion, dazedly pressing himself off the mat. McLellan rolls over and nips up, landing on his feet to the delight of the crowd! Lion is on his feet, and Art McLellan rushes in with another big belt shot only to get a stiff desperation punch to the midsection!
Smith: Lion countered it, and he's asleep on his feet!
Brunswick: This is not a good situation to be in!
Lion grabs McLellan in the first grappling position he can get to ground his adversary. As the Undisputed Championship drops to the mat, Lion has to take only a moment to decide what to do before spinning and catching McLellan with a double underhook powerbomb! McLellan crashes onto a chair in the ring, leaving him sprawled out in the middle of the ring!
Smith: Bam! Into the wood chipper!
Lion gets to his feet and immediately proceeds out of the ring. He grabs the nearest table, hastily pushing it into the ring between the ropes. Lion then begins circling the exterior cage area, desperately searching for something in particular. He finally smirks with a sick grin and picks up a nondescript cardboard box, returning immediately to the interior cage door.
Brunswick: What's going on? What's he planning?
Smith: Only two people know, Lion and God!
Brunswick: Geez Kevin, I was under the impression that you thought they were one in the same.
Smith: Some days!
Lion drops the box to the side as he approaches Art McLellan, who is feebly crawling to the ropes on his hands and knees. Lion kicks a field goal with McLellan's ribcage, winding him further and knocking him gasping on his side. Lion picks the champion up and nonchalantly throws him onto one of the shelves, leaving him lying there!
Lion returns to the table, and begins setting it up in the middle of the ring. He takes great care in pulling the legs out sturdily, and finally taps the top of the table as he's finished. Lion then proceeds over to the special box he brought to the ring, the look on his face absolutely menacing. Lion quickly inverts the small box, and it's contents spill all over the mat!
Brunswick: Oh my God! No! That's not right!
Smith: Things just got interesting, PRW!
Lion bends over and sifts through the contents of the box, a half-dozen bottles of lighter fluid and several disposable lighters! For the second time this match, the fans begin chanting "P-R-W" and every man, woman and child is on its respective feet to literally watch two human beings blow each other up.
Lion grabs a bottle of lighter fluid and pulls the cap off forcefully, walking over and pouring it slowly over the entire table. The fumes can be seen swirling in the air around Lion, creating a haze. Lion contentedly empties the bottle, throwing it away and taking a moment to observe his handiwork. Lion turns back to get a lighter when out of nowhere Art McLellan comes flying off the shelf at him! Lion gets caught unawares with a flying headscissors takedown, and he goes crashing through the table! The crowd immediately starts booing, having missed out on delicious fire.
Smith: How did he get him so totally off guard?!
Brunswick: At least that table is out of the equation now!
Smith: No, no, it's much worse! Now Lion is covered in live lighter fluid! He could go up at any moment if something heats up!
Art McLellan smells the sweet scent of fuel from the table as Lion writhes in the wreckage, and the champion instinctively turns to the lighter fluid. The crowd cheers as he picks up another container, and paces the ring momentarily, drafting up a plan. Art McLellan takes the cap off the lighter fluid and turns to his right; standing directly above the deadly barbed wire steel chair.
Smith: Oh no, oh no no no no no...
Brunswick: No, no, he isn't going to...
McLellan flips the bottle over in an instant, visibly chuckling as he pours the contents of the bottle all over the steel chair! He empties the bottle on the chair, and throws it aside, out of the danger zone. McLellan proceeds over to Lion and kicks him hard, right in the face, slowing his ascent. Art McLellan returns to the chair and fishes a silver zippo out of his pocket, flipping it open and revealing the flame...he touches the flame to the chair, and the entire thing ignites!
Brunswick: By God! No! You can't be thinking this, Art!
Smith: Look out Lion!
Art McLellan buries the lighter deep in his pocket before returning to Lion, who is just getting up. The chair is blazing away on the mat as Art grabs Lion from his near-vertical base. Art locks up with Lion, but rakes his eyes to distract him. As Lion's hands move to his face, Art hits a heinous low blow. Despite the cheap shot, the crowd is going wild over the thought of somebody being hit with a flaming chair.
Brunswick: I have to say, I have no idea what's going on, he doesn't seem to be using the chair...
Smith: I really don't like that look on his face, Josh...
Art McLellan unceremoniously grabs the back of the kneeling Lion Merteuil's trunks, and pull-tosses him across the ring. Lion lands on his hands and knees, one hand cupping his most sensitive organs with the other holding his body up; directly above the flaming chair! Art McLellan turns around and picks up the nearby chair, holding it overhead and sending the crowd into a frenzy!
Brunswick: By God! No! Dear Jesus Christ, don't do that!
Smith: Lion, wake up! Wake up and get away before that psychopath kills you!
The blood seeping over the torn back of Art McLellan's shirt is all that's visible as he puts his second hand on the chair overhead. Lion Merteuil begins recovering from the low blow and picks his spare hand up to wipe the blood from his eyes. With his renewed vision, Lion realizes that he isn't imagining the heat below his face, and that there really is a small flaming pile of scrap metal arranged precariously beneath him. It's too late; Art McLellan swings like the hammer of the Gods, and he nails Lion in the back of the head with a vicious chair shot, nailing a con-chair-to onto a flaming chair wrapped in barbed wire!
Brunswick: Oh my God! He did not! No! Stop the match! They have to stop this damn match!
Smith: I can't believe it! That's the most disgusting thing I've seen in my years of calling matches, in the years I've been alive! Art McLellan has no human compassion! It's sick! Sick sick sick sick sick!
Brunswick: I...I hate to say it Kevin, but in this case, turnabout is fair play.
Smith: Josh, I think it's possible that these two men are literally trying to kill one another.
On impact, Lion lets out a guttural scream, the searing bloodied flesh on his face waking up every reserve of energy he's ever known and pumping it all into one cause: Flight. Lion springs off the mat like a feral animal, bursting through the ropes and running screaming out the interior cage door. As he collapses to the mat from the pain, cradling his head, the only analogy that can be applied is that his face looks kind of like meat.
Smith: I don't think Lion has ever felt pain like that in his whole life!
Brunswick: I honestly can't believe that most people have, Kevin, but I know for a fact that the man standing in that ring right now has! He's pouring everything he knows through experience to physically drain Lion of every ounce of resistance so he can finish him off, maybe even for good!
Smith: I never thought that a match could actually disgust me, Josh.
Brunswick: Congratualtions on being human.
The fans, however, are far from disgusted as the adrenaline beating down throughout the arena is as intense as the temperature of the flaming chair in the ring. With Lion practically incapacitated from the pain, Art McLellan picks up the flaming chair and stumbles lazily across the ring, and out the door. Art McLellan stalks the simpering Lion, who just went through an ordeal that would put most people into shock.
Brunswick: Art! No! Give it up, you have the match won!
Smith: I don't think he's sure, and considering what we've all seen here tonight Josh, he has no right to be!
Art McLellan takes a place behind Lion's back, and kicks him over on his stomach. Lion barely resists, his mind clouded by the hellacious agony flooding his dying flesh and blood. Art McLellan's coutenance is adorned with a twisted, malicious grin that puts devils to shame as he snaps the chair down onto Lion's back!
The lighter fluid on Lion's back from the table bump briefly sparks and smokes as McLellan hits Lion with the chair a second time! Every blow heats up the skin on Lion's black, beginning to blister as all the lighter fluid is consumed between blows. After half a dozen blows, the cinders in the barbed wire chair dissipate as the lighter fluid is consumed, and McLellan discards the charred implement indefinitely.
Brunswick: Thank God, thank God that that's over.
Smith: Josh, I seriously doubt that his next plans wil be more tame.
Brunswick: That's what scares me.
Art McLellan takes a moment to catch his breath and clear his head of the dizzying toxic fumes from the burning fuel. He looks up into the lights, seeing the dancing stars above and tasting both the stale iron of his own blood and the sweet enchanting liquor of approaching victory. McLellan picks Lion up off the mat, who has been rendered entirely complacent.
Brunswick: Just pin him! Dammit Art, just pin him and be done with it!
Art McLellan steadies himself, hitting Lion with an irrelevant punch to the temple. Stunning a zombified man is more or less a formality. With a great exagerration, Art McLellan grabs Lion's arm, then pulls hard with an Irish whip. Lion Merteuil goes crashing into the wall of the exterior cage, and a jolt of electricity floods through his body as he recoils off, stumbling!
Smith: McLellan used the cage!
Brunswick: Lion is going to die! Titles be damned, we are watching a man die tonight!
Art McLellan grabs Lion when he surmises that it's safe, and whips him back in the other direction! Lion slams hard into the interior cage wall, bouncing off and falling flat on his back. Hebner scrambles out of the ring and begins checking on Lion, but Art McLellan shoves the referee out of the way! Art McLellan lays on top of Lion, hooking the leg, and Hebner can do nothing but slide in for the count!
Brunswick: It's all over.
Smith: I have to say that after all that, Lion is just lucky to be alive! That was vicious, that was malicious, that was absolutely demonic! It was evil!
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HOLY sh!t! LION KICKS OUT JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME!
Brunswick and Smith: Whaaaaaat?!
The fans begin chanting "Holy sh!t" as Lion rolls onto his side again, his gaze entirely vacant. Art McLellan stands up with a jolt, looking Hebner in the eyes with a shocked expression. The first three rows can hear McLellan exclaiming "two?!" as Hebner assures him the match is still on! Art McLellan stumbles in exhaustion, falling onto his knees and finally collapsing onto the mat to catch his breath.
Brunswick: I can't believe this! This match should be over! Neither of these men should be alive!
Smith: I believed all along! Nobody can stop Lion when his mind is set! There's nobody at all! This match is going to go to the last shattered nerve!
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- MATTHEW,May 28 2012
- 04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life. Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.
I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.
I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche. [/center]
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Jun 25 2007, 01:04 AM
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The Undisputed Champion of Your Mom
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HMH is on the arena floor in utter disbelief! His whole series of attacks would have killed some men! But somehow, some way, this one man that he needs to put down not forever, but for a mere three seconds would not grant him even that! There is not one living person in Texas Stadium who is not on his or her feet in awe of this spectacle!
Brunswick> I have to say Doug, I have no idea how long this can go, but I really wish Hebner was able to stop it! These two men have been through Hell, and especially Lion is in no condition to be in action here now!
Smith> I almost agree Josh! But Lion and McLellan knew that when this thing started, it wasn't going to stop until one of them have had their shoulders pinned to the mat!
Brunswick> But I seriously need to question Lion as to why. Why would you kick out? The match has already shortened your career, your life probably, I don't think there would have been any shame whatsoever in being beaten following all that McLellan just did to him!
Smith> That's why your on this side of the announce table Brunny! Lion is an athlete, a competitor! It's in his blood to be the best! And Lion believes that. He believes it enough that he will put anything on the line to prove it!
HMH is trying to get himself together! He knows that with Lion in the state he's in now, he'll still be easy prey to inflict even more harm upon! Surely there's some way to put him down! After all, he's only a man! The crowd of Irving, Texas begin to roar! Though HMH doesn't see it now, there is a reason for this increase in excitement and disbelief...Lion is getting up! It's not as fancy as a nip up, it's a far more gradual process. But with ever motion Lion makes to get back to his feet, the more deliberate these motions become!
Brunswick> Oh my Lord! Lion is rising! I do not believe...
Smith> Well you better believe Brunny! Everyone of these rednecks here tonight better believe! And most of all, McLellan better damn sure believe!
HMH is trying desperately to wrestle away the wave of despair that has come over him based on Lion kicking out! He was so completely certain he had it! He takes his hands away from his face on his stomach on the flooring between the cages and opens his eyes, and freezes. Because while he was expecting to see an out of it Lion across the way, he sees a pair of white wrestling boots with gold laces. His mouth drops open as he cranes his neck skyward, and comes to the bloody and mutilated collage of meat, and two ice blue eyes staring out from that mess pierceing right through him!
Brunswick> I think McLellan is gonna wanna run, now!
Smith> Where can he run to Brunny?! It's a Prison! No one escapes the Prison!
HMH doesn't really have time to process what he's seeing before Lion puts his right boot right between HMH's eyes with a hard kick! Lion bares his teeth, and there is a brief break in the sea of red as white pearls are shown! Lion reaches down and grabs each side of HMH's tattered misfits t-shirt, and hauls him up to his feet! Lion looks demented into the eyes of HMH, then unceremoniously hurls him into the Exterior Cage's electrified wall! HMH is zapped as he is thrown back off the wall right into Lion's waiting arms...
Smith> Jesus! Lion just threw McLellan in the the wall! Turnabout I guess...
...only for Lion to throw him right back into it! The second jolt hits HMH and throws him forth violently into the Interior Cage's wall, before he falls, convulsing violently to the mats!
Brunswick> GOD! He's trying to kill him!
Lion looks down at the trembling body of HMH and gets a wild eyed grin on his face! His look at the moment is quite frankly mildly disturbing! Lion rounds the ring and throws up the cover, looking under the ring for something!
Smith> Lion is apparently wanting something elso now...
Brunswick> See I don't agree with this at all! McLellan and Lion's lives are in jeopardy with that electric cage there! I know it's not a lethal shock, but it can still do serious harm!
Smith> Well, that was kind of the point. Remember this match was dreamed up by a man in a deranged state to punish another man whom he hated for messing with his personal life! It's not exactly made to have tea and shake hands in!
Lion pulls from under the ring...it's hard to make out from the camera angle it's originally seen at what exactly it is. Lion rounds the bend and tosses whatever it is into the ring! Lion then picks up the still mildly shaking HMH and throws him through the door back into the Interior Cage! Lion then slides in after him!
Smith> I wonder what that was that Lion got?
Brunswick> I have no idea at this point Doug, all I know is that McLellan had better be careful here, because whatever it is, I guarantee you it's not nice feeling!
Smith> Is ANYTHING nice feeling in this match?
Lion smiles as he walks to HMH's downed for and stomps him once in the gut, harshly! HMH reacts to the blow, but is still too weak and mildly in shock from being electrocuted to do anything about it! Lion reaches down and grabs his foot, and then pulls him around and picks up his other leg too! Raising both of HMH's legs up Lion stands erect and posts his knees into HMH's spine, before falling backwards! HMH comes up with momentum and is catapulted into the barbed wire covered mesh of the Interior Cage! HMH sticks upright on the wall, like a fly caught on fly paper!
Smith> Geeze! Lion catapulting McLellan right into the steel!
Brunswick> McLellan can't even move to fall off the impact Doug! Lion really messed him up with that electrocution!
Lion walks behind HMH with a purpose as he takes hold of HMH's tattered misfits t and pulls, ripping and tearing to tear the shirts remains off his body, leaving nothing but a n@ked blood soaked torso and a bare back faceing him! Lion walks over to the mysterious object he grabbed from under the ring earlier and picks it up! Using his left hand to loosen something while his right holds what appears to be a handle, as the device uncoils to the mat the crowd has a sharp intake of collective air as it's finally apparent what this apparatus is...
Brunswick> Oh my lord, Lion has a damn whip!
Smith> That's a long one too and it ain't no cat'o nine tails either, that's a full on bullwhip!
Lion gets a sinister grin as he looks as the mildly bloodied but overall not too damaged flesh on the back of HMH! Winding up with the whip Lion's swing appears to be professional even! It's quite clear that at some point in his privaledged childhood, he handled one with wildlife! The first lash strikes fast and hard, the crack of the whip and the cry of anguish escapeing HMH's lips shattering the crowd's anxious clammaring as he falls finally off the barbed wire to the mat!
Smith> That was a lash!
Brunswick> Geeze, one could think Lion has done this before with a swing like that!
Lion looks down at HMH on his hands and knees, admiring the lash he just put on his back, the welt of broken skin cleaved off with the swing sending more of HMH's blood to the already blood soaked canvas! Lion winds professionally again, and strikes out with another lash of the whip, the leather striking firm once again on HMH's back, creating another cut and more agony for the champion!
Brunswick> Lion is whipping McLellan like he is an animal! A damn animal!
Smith> And McLellan gave Lion a con-stair-to on a barbed wire flamming chair! I have no sympathy!
Lion's professionalism with the whip slips as he just begins to wail away with the whip on HMH's back! He strikes once, twice, three times! He swings again, and the cries of pain from HMH are being drowned out by the jeers of the audience who are not appreciative of Lion's tactics! Finally Lion puts down the whip and looks around the ring...
Smith> I wonder what Lion is thinking now...
Brunswick> I don't know. I've stopped trying to guess what these two men are thinking! This match is just freaking sick and disturbing! It's like watching that Saw movie!
Smith> Hey the original was genius! It's just the sequels that kinda sucked!
Lion's gaze finally settles on the barbed wire chair he was con-chair-to'd with. Lion walks over to it and grabs it, and puts it down in the middle of the ring! He walks over to the worn out HMH and picks him up and then puts him into traditional fisherman's suplex setup...
Brunswick> Oh God no! Not this!
Smith> Think it might be time...
Lion wrenches HMH to the side and turns himself, taking both men down, HMH on the back of his head and neck on the mat in a fisherman's swinging neckbreaker! But Lion doesn't release the hold, and by now, no one really expected him to...
Smith> Lion's Gate is opening!
Lion spins his hips ala the late and great WWE hall of famer Eddie Guerrero and raises back up to standing position with the fisherman's package still intact! Pausing a moment, Lion again twists and drives down HMH with another swinging neckbreaker of the fisherman's variety!
Brunswick> That's two! I'm relieved! I thought Lion was gonna use that barbed wire chair for this...
Smith> Well that doesn't appear to be what he had in mind...
Lion with one more spin of the hips is up in the fisherman's package, and this time heaves with all his strength to lift up HMH and hold him aloft, his head upsidedown in the fisherman's package still, and Lion angles towards the barbed wire chair and begins to takes a few steps towards it...
Brunswick> Oh no! Not this!
Smith> Looks like Lion was savin the best for...
Lion drops down, spikeing HMH's head onto the barbed wire steel chair with a vicious fisherman's straight drop DDT! Lion releases the package on impact and HMH sprawls out of his back and looks to be unconscious!
Smith> Last!
Brunswick> That has to be it! It has to be over! That same move put down Sniper at Bitchslap!
Smith> But is it enough for the title here?!
Lion seems to think so as he crawls into a not so effective arm over the chest cover! It's all he can really muster at this point, and it's all he thinks he'll need! Hebner is there for the count...
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OH MY LORD! HOW?! HMH convulses from the depths and manages to get his shoulder's off the canvas! Lion looks up at Hebner in disbelief and looks down at HMH who still looks out of it and closes his eyes in frustration! What the Hell is it gonna take?!
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Jun 26 2007, 01:46 AM
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Lion Merteuil stands up in the ring, at a loss for what to do. Art McLellan literally just took another killing blow and still will not stay on the mat. The predicament is literally two tanks short on ammunition repeatedly ramming one another, praying that they cause some damage. Lion circles the ring, stumbling, seeing nothing that he hasn't tried to win himself this match.
Art McLellan is not an attractive sight as he lays bleeding on the mat. His now-bare upper body looks like something out of a war veteran's home, hairy and somewhat underweight. Out of necessity, McLellan rolls over, halting the coagulation of his back from cementing him to the mat.
Brunswick: Kevin, nobody even knows where to go anymore! These two have gone to hell and back!
Smith: Well, it looks like we're set for an encore because they'll have to make a return flight to win that belt!
Lion Merteuil seems half-defeated, completely lost in indecision about how to stop Art McLellan from getting back up. He goes back to his bullwhip, and stalks the champion! Despite his endless wounds, Art McLellan physically forces himself to push off the mat and onto his knees out of sheer will. Lion grabs both ends of the whip, folding it in half to get a good grip, and wraps it around McLellan's throat! McLellan immediately wakes out of his daze, holding the strangling leather rope around his neck!
Brunswick: He's just gonna try to choke him out!
Smith: Josh, when you lose that oxygen to the brain, it can really put you at a disadvantage.
McLellan tries to get to his feet and slip out of the hold, but Lion's boot on his back keeps him on his knees, slowly bending forward. Art McLellan, combining severe blood loss with asphyxiation, begins fading fast, face turning funny colours and all. Lion pushes harder as McLellan is barely fighting, hands loosening and chest only a foot off the ground.
Smith: He's got him in tight!
Brunswick: Mercifully, I think this one is coming to an end.
Lion's poltergeist visage is adorned with a mischievous feral smirk as he cinches back for good on the choke hold. McLellan looks to be out of it, eyes slowly slipping shut. No! In one quick movement, Art McLellan is on the ground! McLellan slides his neck out of the loop and pushes himself along the mat between Lion's legs! With one quick motion he has Lion stomach-first on the mat!
Brunswick: What a counter! He's alive!
Smith: I can't even believe that one!
McLellan crosses Lion's calfs over, picks up his arms, and rolls back into a Mexican surfboard stretch! With all the power he has in his decrepit, decaying body, McLellan pulls back on Lion's arms and tries to take enough wind from him to get the upper hand! In his exhausted state, the complex hold is trying on the champion, and he has to roll to the side and drop Lion to the mat.
Smith: He doesn't have what it takes to hold Lion Merteuil up or down!
Art McLellan begins pushing himself to his feet, defying all physiological and anatological sciences by holding his battered and broken body together. Lion begins rising right behind him, having trouble with his stretched ribs and clavicle. McLellan stumbles away, putting distance between himself and the rising Lion Merteuil. Grabbing the nearest thing, Art McLellan arms himself with a garbage can!
Brunswick: He's trying to take this match back!
Smith: Watch your back, Lion!
Art McLellan is not allowing for mistakes this time. As soon as Lion is erect, he drills him in the back with a blistering garbage can shot that dents the aluminum can. Lion stops in his tracks, and McLellan nails him again! With one more vicious shot that takes all the champion has, Art McLellan stuns Lion with a shot to the back of the head that cripples the aluminum garbage can!
Smith: I think that's over.
Brunswick: But this new offensive is only beginning!
Art McLellan drops the can and hits Lion with the first attack that comes to mind. He slaps an abdominal stretch onto Merteuil, trying to wear down the physicality of his menacing opponent. Lion fights the hold, but the application is dead-on, and it's hard to escape from the clutches of a wily veteran such as McLellan with brute strength.
Art McLellan cranks the hold again, leaving Lion wincing from the pressure on his neck and midsection. Lion uses his free arm to stun the champion with a shot to the side of the head, then wrenches the arm caught in the hold. He weakens the grip of the champion, then rears back and swings one more time, swinging his hips with the blow and flipping Art McLellan over with some sort of a cross between a hip toss and a headlock takedown!
Smith: Did you see that unorthodox counter from Lion Merteuil?!
Brunswick: I think the champion is rubbing off on the challenger here!
McLellan is on the mat, laying face up in front of Lion. Lion bends over to pick the champion up, but McLellan jabs him in the eye with a stray finger! Lion backs up for McLellan to turn around and hit a low blow that doubles Lion over! For the first time in a while, McLellan drags Lion down and face-first into the interior wall of the cage, smacking head-first into barbed wire once again! Lion goes down onto the mat.
Smith: Not again!
Brunswick: McLellan has to capitalize here!
Art McLellan stands up and stumbles, wobbles, walks across the ring and out the open interior cage door. He reaches under the ring and pulls out, of all things, a shiny red tool box! The crowd "oohs" as McLellan sets it aside and begins crawling on the ring mats. The crowd goes ballistic as Art finds a crack; Art McLellan begins flipping over one of the ring mats, revealing the cold hard concrete below1!
Brunswick: No! Stop it! Stop that psychopath!
Smith: Holy hell, things are heating up in there!
McLellan turns and goes back to the tool box. The crowd goes wild as Lion Merteuil comes flying between the ropes with a flying body attack, and they completely lose it as McLellan ducks in the nick of time and wildly swings the tool box into Lion's exposed chest, in mid-air!
Smith: Goddamn! How did he telegraph that?!
Brunswick: There's something inhuman about Art McLellan, and I think that makes him perfect for this match!
Smith: If Art McLellan is inhuman, then Lion is superhuman! Clash of the Titans came two months early!
The shot breaks the clasp on the tool box, showering its contents on the very outside of the interior cage! Hammers, screwdrivers, implements of destruction left and right! McLellan grabs a smallish box off the mat and rips it open right over the concrete, spilling the contents onto the exposed arena floor: Hundreds upon hundreds of wood screws!
Brunswick: Are those tacks? No! Oh my God!
Smith: Folks, those are wood screws! This is dangerous!
Brunswick: Sadly, Art McLellan HAS performed this spot before, with disastrous results!
McLellan stumbles over to Lion, who is on his knees, clutching his stomach. Art McLellan wraps Lion Merteuil in a rear waistlock, and all of a sudden, he gets one of the biggest face pops of his career! Art McLellan hits Lion with a German suplex that sends him crashing onto the ring mats! He rolls over, and he hits Lion with a second German! The crowd goes ballistic as Art McLellan strains every muscle in his body, hitting Lion Merteuil with a release German suplex that sends him crashing onto the concrete, and the pile of screws!
Brunswick: Rolling Germans! Rolling Germans! A tribute to departed fellow Canadian, Chris Benoit!
Smith: Not only is it gushy Canadian crap, it looks like it damn near killed Lion!
McLellan gets up with every reserve of muscular strength sapped through a single power move. He walks past Lion, who landed hard on the concrete and is barely concious. McLellan grabs a ladder off the ring mats and begins setting it up right above the concrete!
Brunswick: By God! There are two ladders in that exterior cage now, one to either side! And one is poised precariously over bare concrete, saturated in flesh-shredding wood screws! This match isn't over yet!
Smith: This match is just getting started, all over again!
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- MATTHEW,May 28 2012
- 04:14 AM
I'm an elitist, pompous, arrogant, twat that acts like such a tough guy on message boards because I'm a giant pussy in real life. Truth is, I'm a huge fag and the fact that I wrote a long post comes from my deep-seeded desire to to shove as many cocks into any oriface I have.
I'm an asshole and nobody likes me, so I cry myself to sleep at night because strangers on a message board don't get my depth of character, so rather than improve my attitude, I just pretend to be House and act like I don't care.
I still wet the bed and my parents love me but I ignore them so I can seem tortured soul and feign misery so people will be sympathetic when in fact I'm just a miserable douche. [/center]
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