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M13: Heavy Metal Hero vs Lion Merteuil; Prison from Hell
Topic Started: Jun 17 2007, 05:25 PM (1,273 Views)
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Working on my post but my creative energy is flickering tonight. I shall have a in full post here tomorrow at latest 7pm MT.
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Lion lies back first on the concrete laden with wood screws he was just unceremoniously German suplexed on! He doesn't move much, and HMH is not in the best shape himself! Non the less, it appears the match is almost brand new. Both competitors are in the same condition roughly, and the environment is hungry for their flesh and blood as it ever was!

Brunswick> My God what we are seeing here is amazing! Lion and McLellan are putting it all on the line!

Smith> I honestly think in McLellan's title reign, hell in his career, that a match and a man have ever pushed him this far!

Brunswick> Well this Prison from Hell match, it's unlike any other match ever devised. There are some sick matches out there, and some that are sicker still than this, but I don't think any other match actually cannibalizes it's combatants like this one does!

Lion stirs. It's not a pronounced stir, it's clear that for either man at this point there will be no nip up! No spry and limber second wind leap to their feet. At this stage of this barbaric match, both men will be lucky to stand! Lion with immense effort rolls to his side, weak from the blood loss, and looking something out of the Night of the Living Dead movies. He eyes HMH, who is already ascending the ladder he set up, and is totally oblivious to Lion recovering. Lion sees this and rolls to his back again, looking much like he did before he somewhat recovered...

Smith> Lion doesn't even have the strength left in him to move Brunny! I don't know what in the hell he's going to pull out because McLellan has taken everything thus far!

Brunswick> And for that matter so has Lion! I have no idea what McLellan has in mind here, but he's almost to the very peak of that ladder, and he's above the prone Lion whose on that concrete floor that's just saturated with wood screws!

HMH is in control in his mind! The challenger for his title has suprised him tonight, but nothing and no one human will be able to get up out of what he has planned from the top of this ladder! He signals the crowd who just go ballistic!

Smith> Oh he can't be serious?! Deus Ex Machina from there onto that?! He'll kill him!!!!!!

Brunswick> McLellan is pulling out all the stops! Lion is in trouble here, big trouble!

HMH leers down at Lion and then propells himself off the ladder with a shooting star press beginning. About half way through the motion he halts in position for a senton bomb he calls the Deus Ex Machina that will utterly obliterate the championship dreams of Lion Merteuil! However as soon as he has leapt, Lion sprung to life as much as he can at this stage haveing recovered enough to read what HMH was trying to do! He's scrambled away out of the landing zone! HMH has nowhere to go and can do nothing! He lands back first onto unforgiving concrete! The wood screws dig into his flesh and rupture tissue, some screws merely being landed on, others penetrating his flesh! HMH let's out a raspy cry of agony, but can't even get that out completely as he hacks up blood from the severity of the internal damage sustained on his all or nothing gambit to retain the championship!

Brunswick> I think that if Lion can cover McLellan here, it's done!

Smith> That was an insane chance by McLellan, and Lion played him and us expertly! Bottom line here, McLellan went for it all and he got snake eyes!

Brunswick> Lion is not in the best of shape, but I think at that stage Arthur McLellan is lucky to be alive! God knows the extent the damage of that miss did to him internally, he's coughin up blood here!

Lion looks over at McLellan and heaves a releived sigh! He shouldn't have to do anything more to this man, he's already done the work of finishing himself for him! Lion begins to crawl pityfully towards him, not much left in him! Lion manages after an arduous crawl of a few feet to throw his arm over McLellan's bloody chest! Hebner is there to count down what should be a new champion...

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THR...NOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lion raises his head off HMH's chest incredulously as he looks at Hebner in utter shock! Lion closes his eyes and looks almost like he's going to cry! What the HELL?!!!!!!

Brunswick> My GOD!!!!!!!!!!! It's not over!!!!!!!!!!

Smith> I honestly think McLellan will die before he surrenders that strap! I don't know what the hell else Lion can do to him here?! He's basically the walking dead! McLellan should have nothing left! Lion barely has anything left! I don't know what the hell else can happen here!

Lion is apparently as at a loss as everyone else. Though this match is brutal, and these men are killing themselves over a pieces of leather adorned with gold medallions, there is one other thing both men have managed to accomplish here, the PRW audience is fully involved. In Texas Stadium there is not one person sitting right now. They are standing and in unison begin to raise their cry of approval over the bloody and destructive contest before them...

Crowd: THIS MATCH ROCKS!! THIS MATCH ROCKS!! THIS MATCH ROCKS!! THIS MATCH ROCKS!! THIS MATCH ROCKS!! THIS MATCH ROCKS!! THIS MATCH ROCKS!!

Brunswick> God look at this! Everyone in this arena is up!

Smith> My lord, I don't know what to say. These people in Texas are loving this!

Lion looks out at the crowd in wonder. He knows full well that both himself and HMH will not turn up on many wrestling fans "favorate wrestler" lists, and more to the point both are very despised in the business, but non the less it's almost gratifying to know that the sacrifice and hell they go through in contests like this are appreciated! HMH's eyes are open, he looks out at the fans, and suddenly for both men...the pain, though searing and ever present, lessens. They look into one an others eyes and a nod of respect and understanding is exchanged. Lion gets off HMH and crawls to the stairs, trying to get himself up! HMH rolls to all fours and curls in a fetal position a moment, winceing at the agony within his body, but reaches up ignoring the barbed wire tearing his hand and pulls himself up on the Interior Cage!

Brunswick> This is what the business is all about!

Smith> Lion and McLellan are having one hell of a match here! I know it, you know it, Irving, Texas knows it, and the whole damn world knows it! And that's enough for these two! We're gonna keep it rolling! Get it on!

Lion is up to his feet first with great labor, and pulls himself under the bottom ring rope and back in the ring! HMH walks much like the zombie he looks like at this stage, but moments later he follows his adversary in! The two men stand as best they can, face to face in the middle of the ring, and then collide with a collar and elbow tie up, but a weak one!

Brunswick> Two warriors, one battleground, one prize, one winner...no, one survivor!

Smith> This is where it gets interesting Brunny, I think we're at the crux of the issue right now! It's do or die for one of these guys right here, I think we can all sense it!

Lion manages to get the upper hand quickly with a knee to the gut, jarring HMH's rattled insides even more! Lion tries to setup HMH for a front suplex, and heaves to get him up. A combination of fatigue and HMH's struggle prevents it! Lion tries again, and again to no avail!

Brunswick> Lion looking to suplex McLellan here!

Smith> McLellan with the block! I don't know if Lion has the strength to do it!

HMH suddenly plants his feet and heaves himself, as the crowd goes wild senseing perhaps the champion will take one more shot at winning with his patented Catharsis finishing maneuver! Lion goes up and it looks like HMH is following the fans train of though well! However, Lion twists in mid air, his weight and momentum keeping him going to land smoothly behind HMH!

Brunswick> McLellan thinking Catharsis here!

Smith> What a nice counter by Lion...

Lion reaches under HMH's leg looking for a pumphandle setup, and the crowd roars again at the prospect of a finisher...

Smith> Chapter 11!

HMH puts a halt to Lion's thinking with a sharp elbow to the head! Two of those and Lion abandons his effort to setup his Chapter 11 finishing move! Lion staggers back, slightly dazed by the hits from HMH and HMH capitalizes on the opportunity, he spins and buries his boot into Lion's gut and hustles into a front facelock quickly!

Brunswick> No, McLellan with the counter!

Smith> This is back and forth here!

Lion is too dazed to offer a sufficiant counter to HMH's second attempt at Catharsis, and there is little as he can do as he seems to float through the air with HMH lifting him, before dropping him unceremoniously on his head with an Impaler DDT! Lion falls to his back and looks unconscious!

Crowd: Let's go Hero! *clap clap clap* Let's go Hero! *clap clap clap* Let's go Hero! *clap clap clap* Let's go Hero! *clap clap clap* Let's go Hero! *clap clap clap* Let's go Hero! *clap clap clap* Let's go Hero! *clap clap clap*

Smith> He hit it! Catharsis has put many a man down!

Brunswick> I think it's over, great effort and great showing by Lion Merteuil but...

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THHRRRRE....OH DEAR LORD NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Brunswick> WHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTT?!


Crowd: OH HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Smith> I...I...I don't know what...I mean, I seriously thought that was it!

Brunswick> It has to be it! It should be it! How in the hell, the deepest, most infernal circle of hell, can Lion still have enough to kick out of a freaking bodyslam?! Let alone Catharsis!

HMH gets up and looks around in wonder. He looks down at Lion as if he's looking at something that doesn't belong on this Earth. Like the whole realm of possability is shattered by the mere fact that his entrance music isn't playing and he's not being announced the champion still!

Brunswick> No one can believe it!

Smith> I just don't know what else can be done?!

HMH gets to his feet and reaches down, grabbing Lion by his blood soaked hair! HMH tries pulling Lion to his feet, but the dazed competitor is running on nothing but fumes here! And out of sheer instinct, Lion lashes out with a low blow! HMH let's go of his hair and drops to his knees in pain!

Brunswick> Lion with the low blow there, might have bought himself a little bit of time!

Smith> I don't know what he can do to McLellan that will put him down! These two men, I'm seriously doubting their mortality after what we've witnessed here!

Lion gets to his feet and is primal! He looks out at the awed audience and screams a primal cry of rage, a dominant roar that thunders out, drawing more screams and cheers and cries of excitement from the crowd here in Irving, Texas! Lion moves over to HMH and kicks him in the gut hard, doubling him over! Lion moves to piledriver setup and snarls out a moment!

Brunswick> Lion looking for something here...

Smith> Piledriver maybe?

Brunswick> Could be a powerbomb...

Lion picks up HMH and lifts him up, moving his own left arm to hold HMH's waist/lower back on his shoulder ALA A-Train's Train Wreck...and his right hand on HMH's neck ALA Victoria's Widow's Peak!

Smith> Oh my God! I only saw this once when I was watching XWA tapes to research the Prison, it wasn't Lion who did it, but a guy named Terrance Storm! He crippled a kid with this move, it's vicious!

Brunswick> Lion is looking to put McLellan down for good!

Smith> I think that's what he needs to look at doing to win Brunny! Short of death, I don't think McLellan will relinquish that championship!

From here, Lion moves his left arm slightly to put his left hand over the neck as well, whilst keeping HMH balanced on his shoulder. Lion glares into the cameras before he falls to his ass hard, pulling hard with both hands on HMH's neck, this causing a double impact on HMH of having his spine and neck snapped. PRW has just seen the first ever application of the devastating and destructive Tears of Thunder! HMH is on the mat on his back and doesn't move, it should be academic!

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And THRRRRRREEEEEEEE QUARTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brunswick> OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! McLellan KICKS OUTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Smith> HOW?! HOW BRUNSWICK?!

Lion screams in anger at hearing this is only two! That's his KILL move! The one that NO ONE gets out of! Lion begins to rage and slam his hands into the mat in anger and frustration! The crowd is on it's feet and screaming it's lungs out! Lion gets to his feet and grabs the barbed wire chair and begins swinging for the fences, hitting the turnbuckles, the Interior Cage wall, the mat, anything! Hebner has to scramble to avoid being hit!

Brunswick> Lion's lost it here!

Smith> This isn't good for Lion! He needs to stay on McLellan! All he's doing here is wasting his own energy, and let's face it he can't have alot, and giving McLellan a chance to recover!

Lion rages long enough to allow HMH to recover! As Lion turns around and HMH is to his feet, Lion eats the steel chair as HMH dropkicks it back into Lion's face, ending the tantrum and perhaps Lion's title chances as well...

Brunswick> I think if Lion loses this on that, he has no one to blame but himself! McLellan may have taken the Tears, but there is no way he can have alot left! At this point I'd dare to say that these men are one finisher away from winning!

Smith> I don't know Brunny, I woulda said that two finishers ago, let alone a Tears of Thunder! These two are not willing to go down here!

HMH gets up off the dropkick and exits the ring and reaches under it, pulling out a table! HMH picks up the table and throws it into the ring! HMH disappears under the ring a moment more and throws in a container tub into the ring, full of god knows what! He goes under one more time and pulls out more lighter fluid and holds it up for the fans...who scream in anticipation of this contest's climax!

Brunswick> I think McLellan is of a mind to end this now!

Smith> If he values that championship belt of his, he will be of a mind to do that!

HMH gets into the ring and walks over to Lion, who appears to have gotten into that tub that HMH threw into the ring a moment ago! HMH grabs Lion's hair and pulls him up...

Brunswick> Hey, do you smell that?

Smith> Yeah...smells...chemical...

Lion springs to life and holds a rag to HMH's face! HMH is caught totally off guard! Lion latches onto him and holds his head firmly in place, and holds the rag to his nose and mouth, making sure HMH intakes the chemical compound it's soaked with! The camera pans around and sees an almost empty brown medacine like bottle next to the tub!

Brunswick> God! Smith, is that ether?!

Smith> I think it is!

HMH struggles against Lion, but the chemical he's intakeing is sapping his strength to nothing! HMH goes down to a knee, and finally, when it appears he's almost out entirely, Lion let's go and throws down the rag! Lion doesn't pin HMH, but sets to work! He sets up the table and gets the lighter fluid, then pours it over the tables surface!

Brunswick> What is Lion thinking here?! He should just pin him!

Smith> At this point Brunny, I don't blame him...even I wouldn't know if ether would do it at this point!

Lion reaches into the tub and pulls out a bag. He walks over to the table and pours out thumbtacks onto the sweet smelling amber liquid coating the table!

Brunswick> I wonder what Lion is thinking here...or is he?

Smith> At this point Brunswick, it would be pretty futile to wonder about the state of mind of either of these guys! I think both at this stage are lucky to be alive!

Lion picks up a prone and almost dead weight HMH and rolls him onto the table, before going over to the tub again! Lion reaches in and pulls out what appear to be leather straps! He walks over to the table and places one of the straps over HMH's chest then ducks under the table and fastens the strap until it snuggly restrains HMH! Lion takes another strap and repeats the process, but with HMH's legs!

Brunswick> What is Lion doing here?!

Smith> I don't know, Lion's restraining McLellan to that table there with the straps, but I don't know what he has in mind here...

With HMH restrained, Lion walks over to the cage door and exits the ring briefly, reaching under the ring and pulling out a steel chair! Lion reaches under the ring again, and there are now two steel chairs! Lion picks them up and throws them into the ring before reentering himself! Lion grabs the chairs and unfolds them, placing them at the table and pushing them in so the seat section is under the back and legs of HMH! Lion then wanders over to the tub one last time!

Brunswick> This is not looking good! I don't know what Lion is thinking, but it's looking worse by the moment!

Smith> This match can really bring out the worst in people, I don't know if Lion even cares if he OR McLellan survive at this point!

Lion pulls out of the tub a long lighter like the one's that are used to ignite grills! Lion looks at it with a sadistic little grin before walking over to the table and pauseing for the barest of moments, then igniteing the lighter fluid on the table cause HMH's drug dazed eyes to flutter open! The heat around him is unbearable as it sinks into his drug addled brain firing adrenaline in a paniced flee reaction, but the restraints hold firm and worse, his struggles cause the thumbtakes to punish his skin! He's truely being tortured in this situation!

Smith> This is sick!

Brunswick> Lion is trying to kill McLellan here, I don't know what else to say! I'm glad PRW can't be liable for what happens to these men here tonight, because it's demented!

Lion hobbles over to the barbed wire chair that moment ago he ate! He picks it up and grabs one more leather strap! Lion then secures the chair to himself, the chair becoming a menacing apparatus attached to the bloody challengers chest! Lion looks at the flamming table with HMH's wrything form on it, then turns back to the barbed wire coated cage wall in front of him, and winceing in pain...begins to climb...

Brunswick> Lion is going up!

Smith> Oh my God, he's crazy! There is no way either will survive this!!!!!!!

Brusnwick> Lion is part way up to the cage, maybe he's having second thoughts?

Lion appears to have paused with his feet on the shelf. He looks down at HMH's tortured form and shakes his head. His eyes get a little dimmer, like the last of his feelings have finally left the aristocratic blueblood! He turns back to the cage wall and finally reaches the very top of the Interior Cage! Lion stands erect on top of the cage, bleeding as profusely as ever, he head precariously under the electrified Exterior Cage roof! Lion looks down at the struggling HMH and shuts his eyes...then he jumps!

Brunswick> Oh my....

Time seems to slow to an almost standstill. In actuality this whole thing takes place in the space of mere seconds, but for Lion and the world almost, they seem to collectively hold their breath! Lion plummets down 20ft before the barbed wire chair strapped to his body makes contact with HMH's chest! The flamming table, it's unforgiving fire burning Lion as indifferently as it does HMH, the tacks sinking into his own flesh...the table gives way on impact! HMH's back and legs make contact not with canvas, but the solid steel of the chairs! The force of the impact breaks the chairs themselves, the seats are angled downward off the impact! The two men slide off the mess of broken wood, thumb tacks, dying inferno and twisted steel, falling at last to the mat!

Crowd: HOLY fvck! HOLY fvck! HOLY fvck! HOLY fvck! HOLY fvck! HOLY fvck! HOLY fvck!

Smith> I know it's Pay Per View, but I gotta say...HOLY fvck BRUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brunswick> DEAR...GOD...they're dead!

Indeed neither man moves. Neither shows any sign whatsoever of life! It appears as if the world will have to settle with a draw...but wait! Though neither man is conscious or moving...Lion has landed just on top of HMH. Unplanned, fate intervened on that one, but the double KO of the move seems to have left Lion in a cover! Will it be finally, enough?!

Pinfall attempt for the win!
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*The crowd is going frantic, they can't believe it! Not even Lion can believe it!*
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Lion doesn't have anything left to dispute. No, there is no dispute. Art McLellan just kicked out of the most ridiculous, the most sadistic, the most absolutely inhumanly evil set-up ever seen in Professional RPG Wrestling. Lion manages barely to roll onto his back, staring up into the lights, just staring at whatever image of God he might see above him. With all the spare energy he has, every last droplet of adrenaline burning, he sighs angrily, looking ready to pass out entirely.

Art McLellan is lying in the dying embers of a blazing fire. His shirt, parts of his jeans, sections of his scalp and practically all of his body hair has burned away. The smell of cooking flesh is all that motivates him to roll over once, twice, out of the fire and through searing, piercing tacks. Every muscle in this man's body is failing. McLellan collapses absolutely limp in the ring, looking entirely cadaverous.


Brunswick: I don't know what to say anymore, Kevin, I don't know what to say...they're dead.

Smith: The excitement in here is immense, it's absolutely intoxicating! I think this is the most exciting match ever! Ever!

Brunswick: True or not, those men don't need to worry about that belt! They need medical attention! They need it bad, and they need it now!

Smith: But until that bell rings, it cannot be.

The crowd simply will not die down, even with the complete inactivity of the match. For an entire minute, neither Lion Merteuil nor Art McLellan move even an inch, but the crowd is still trapped in a mindless rapture of screaming, whirling, soul-pouring adulation, descending into an all-consuming frenzy, absolutely possessed beyond belief! Once again, chants of "this match rocks!" begging the superstars in the ring to rise, willing the escapist exceitment to continue eternally, to live as immortal as Merteuil and McLellan perceivably are.

The screaming, the yelling, everything is so loud that any real understanding is impossible, a wave of sweeping indiscernable elation, indecipherably induced, completely catatonic beyond the bounds of any drug that exists. Lion Merteuil rolls over onto his stomach, and the crowd begins chanting his name.


Smith: Lion's getting up! He's alive!

Brunswick: It's been minutes, but we're getting back underway here, all over again!

Lion begins pulling himself to his feet at the ropes, turning and eyeing the comatose champion while on one knee, holding the top rope for support. Lion stands up and takes a step forward, but collapses to one knee and barely catches himself with one hand on the mat, forcing himself to rise slowly. A heaving wheeze dispels globlets of blood onto the canvas, and the crowd eggs Lion on to fight harder!

Brunswick: This is the most unbelievable sight I have ever laid eyes on! This kind of drive, this want to fight, the compulsion to continue, it's something I never thought I would apply to Lion Merteuil...it's heroic!

Smith: I think that even if rigor mortis were to set in, Lion would still be moving! He'd still be fighting to get that belt that means more to these men than their lives!

Lion steps over the wreckage, the debris, the discarded implements of war in the ring and reaches his opponent, the Undisputed Champion, Art McLellan! Lion bends over and grabs McLellan by the hair and tugs, but gets no response from the champion, a fixture of dead weight. Lion grabs an arm and tugs, but the champion just isn't moving.

Brunswick: Is he okay? Is McLellan even in there?!

Smith: This could be bad Josh!

The referee goes to take a look at McLellan, but Lion shoves him off with what little strength he has! Hebner pleads with Lion to let him check the champion, but Lion snarls and grabs Art McLellan by the back of the neck and underside of the arm, and with a sqautting lift, heaves the limp champion to his feet!

Brunswick: This is sick! I think he’s actually unconcious! The match is over!

Lion grabs McLellan by the waist, the champ bending forward manually as Lion tucks his head between his legs. Lion picks Art McLellan up and gets an arm around his waist, labouriously holding him over his shoulder! The crowd is absolutely out of control! Lion gets his free hand around McLellan’s throat, setting up for the Tears of Thunder…a second time!

Brunswick: No! God no! There’s no resistance! If Lion hits that, Arthur McLellan will honest to God die!

Smith: There’s no way out! Brace yourselves for impact!

Lion stumbles, getting solid footing as the crowd is brooding, rumbling in anticipation. With a flick of his toes and a swift motion, Lion drops down backward and nails the Tears of Thunder! NO! Art McLellan literally backflips out of the move at the last second, using the momentum of Lion’s arm around his neck to flip him out! McLellan lands on his feet, and lands a front dropkick to the sitting Lion Merteuil, knocking him for a loop!

Brunswick: He reversed that!

Smith: I can’t believe it!

Brunswick: That’s the most amazing recovery I’ve ever seen! If he was playing possum, I can’t tell!

McLellan stumbles backward into the barbed wire cage, bracing himself on the ropes. As hurriedly as he can, he navigates across the ropes to the cage door, letting himself out and traversing a very short distance before rummaging around under the ring apron! The camera is out of position, there’s no clue as to what’s going on!

Brunswick: What does he have?!

Smith: What the hell?! Get a camera over there, what are we paying these shmucks?!

McLellan fiddles with whatever he has as a camera slowly moves toward him. A flash is seen, as Lion Merteuil begins heading out of the ring! The camera gets around to witness a glistening light in Art McLellan’s hands, but Lion sticks his head out of the doorway! In a swing of his arm, the sound of shattering glass is heard, and a giant fireball explodes around both men!

Smith: Holy fvcking Christ! What was that?! Did Art McLellan just blow up his fvcking opponent?!

Brunswick: I think I know what that was! We need a replay!

The camera gets a better look at what is in McLellan’s hands before he swings. He seems to be depositing a lighter in his pocket while holding a bottle of sorts. Indeed, there is a flaming rag jammed in the top of the bottle, and as McLellan swings it shatters and explodes!

Brunswick: I was right! McLellan has done this before, and it’s absolutely inhuman! Art McLellan just hit Lion with a molotov Goddamn cocktail!

Smith: Are you kidding me?!

Brunswick: I wish Kevin, but McLellan may have just put this match away!

Art McLellan isn’t intent on going for a pinfall, and he makes it obvious by grabbing Lion by the head and dragging him out of the ring! McLellan puts Lion’s arm over his head and around the back of his neck, and begins walking Lion around the ring to the second ladder housed within the exterior cage, the lesser used one so far in this match.

Smith: What’s he planning now?

McLellan gets Lion around to the other side, underneath the ladder. He drops Lion, who almost falls, and then peppers him with slow, weak jabs. Lion is dazed enough from having the oxygen burned away around him in that giant fireball, coupled with the dull blow of a loaded molotov to the side of the head. Art McLellan summons all his strength as he puts Lion in a rear waistlock. McLellan heaves Lion backwards and right over him, sending Lion backwards into the exterior cage with a release german suplex! Lion shoots off the electrical conduit and lands flat on his back!

Brunswick: McLellan using that cage! Lion must have had a lot of trouble getting his breath after that cocktail, since it burned a lot of oxygen that was around him. It makes it incredibly hard to breathe!

Smith: Science aside, I think it’s practically mathematic where McLellan is headed next!

Blindly and cripplingly slow, Art McLellan begins ascending to the top of the ladder right behind him and Lion! It takes seconds for him to even get up one step, and longer to make the next, as Lion stirs on the mat behind him. The electric cage seems to have given Lion a jolt of energy as he rises to his feet, steady, lively! Lion turns around to the other side, watching McLellan intently as he slowly climbs the ladder.

But no! As soon as Lion begins climbing, McLellan unexpectedly turns on the gas! He matches Lion’s pace, almost exceeding it, definitely playing possum this time around. Frustrated, Lion hurries and equalizes the race to the top. McLellan reaches first, the crowd berserk, and he reaches over to hit Lion with a wild punch! McLellan grabs Lion’s hair and pulls him the rest of the way to the top of the ladder.


Brunswick: Even in this completely physically degraded state, McLellan is using his head and capitalizing!

Smith: That’s about all he has left in this match!

McLellan hits a few stiff shots until Lion retuns, then swings with a haymaker that nearly takes Lion off the ladder entirely. Lion persveres, only to have his head driven into the top of the ladder by an energizing Art McLellan. McLellan ascends to the very top step of the ladder, leaving Lion stewing face-first on the top rung. Wary of the top of the exterior cage, McLellan throws up the devil’s horns!

Brunswick: NO!

Smith: He’s gonna go for it! Megadeth Plex!

Brunswick: Catharsis!

Smith: Off of a God damned ladder!

McLellan brings Lion up equal to himself by pulling on his hair, and he quickly slaps on a tight front facelock, getting Lion’s arm over his shoulders easily. McLellan stays in place for a while, contemplating his next move. McLellan jumps upward and springs off the very top of the ladder, and dives inward over the top of the interior cage and into the ring! The crowd is in absolute disbelief as Lion is dragged along with him, and Art McLellan hits Catharsis off the ladder, over the wall, smack dab in the middle of the ring! Lion’s head smashes into the mat and his back and neck jolt as he flops almost lifeless onto the canvas!

Brunswick: Oh my ever-loving Lord Jesus Christ and God in heaven eternal, sweet masterful angels, have mercy!

Smith: Holy fvcking Goddamn sh!t! What a crazy motherfvcking move that was!

An army of EMTs are waiting desperately outside the locked entrance to the exterior cage, sickened expressions on their faces as they pray to be let into the ring sooner rather than later. A few crowd members are crying out of fear, sadness, but they are dwarfed by the vast majority who are lost, completely lost in this super-gladitorial fight to the very death! The chant that rings out next catches, and it spreads like wildfire.

“More than Gods…more than Gods…more than Gods…more than Gods…”


Brunswick: He’s dead! Make the pin already! Make the pin!

Smith: After this, nobody in the ring, the stands, the arena, nobody in the world watching will ever be the same again!

With a burst of strength that transcends the burning pain that is saturating his organs, Art McLellan gets on his hands and knees and throws himself over Lion Merteuil. Flat on his back, Merteuil has a glazed expression. Patrick Hebner slides into position, making the count.

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2………………….













OH MY fvckING GOD! Lion kicks out at two and milliseconds!

Brunswick: No!

Smith: Yes!

Brunswick: This has to end before we have a fatality!

McLellan is literally going into physical shock. However, the flying adrenaline pounding through his body and into his mind drive him to his feet as he quickly processes his next move. He needs something, anything to keep Lion down. With a stumbling but determined direction, McLellan proceeds towards the shelf!

Smith: No…

Brunswick: He’s going to go for it! The Geriatric Superstar is going to fly!

McLellan uses all his might to pull himself up onto the shelf, half-lifting and half-rolling onto it. Standing up, he braces himself on one knee, looking down at the prone Lion. McLellan turns a full circle, looking out at the entire crowd before slowly settling back on Lion. He shakes his head.

McLellan turns to the cage and begins pulling himself up to the top! With all his remaining strength, he gets his body laying flat on the uppermost part, and begins labouring to stand! Still wary of the electric cage overhead, he throws out a cruciform taunt! The crowd is already chanting “Holy sh!t” and McLellan hasn’t even jumped yet!


Brunswick: There’s a reason that he calls this move the machine of the Gods…it brings an end to everything! It solves all his problems! It is literally a kill move!

Smith: Speaking physics, the impact on the ribs of just his shoulders basically closes the ribs on the internal organs! If he were maybe fifty pounds heavier, the move would be lethal!

McLellan drops his arms and lunges forward, throwing his feet out from under him into the shooting star! With a reversing force of momentum, McLellan switches the rotation of his direction in mid-air, stopping vertically upside-down with his head perpendicular to the canvas, before slowly rotating forward again! His shoulders crash down onto Lion Merteuil in a near-vertical senton! He hits the Deus ex Machina off the cage! The crowd is lost in absolute uncontrollable riotous energy!

Brunswick: ENDGAME!

Smith: It has to be over!

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LION KICKS OUT!

Smith: I…I…

Brunswick: No way…

The crowd is gone. They are no longer human entities, but part of one great collective mass of whirling destructive energy that might rip apart the entire stadium. Summerfest has been highlighted by the most amazing spectacle to ever grace PRW, and it is evident here. What has been witnessed transcends reality, it transcends all human cognitive capacity into what it true and utter fantasy. It is enchanting, or perhaps, bewitching.

McLellan sits up. His eyes show no signs of life whatsoever. He’s wasted all his strength and still, still, he has nothing to show for it but the incredible match he always wanted out of PRW. Lion Merteuil forcibly rolls over to the side, and he coughs up a torrent of bright red blood.


Brunswick: I…I have nothing to call here.

Smith: This…this is INCREDIBLE!

McLellan gets on his hands and knees. He crawls with all his strength to the ropes and begins getting to his feet. All seems in vain as he pulls himself to his feet. Lion is basically a cadaver as he continually coughs up what little blood is left in him. Both men have absolutely broken bodies. Art McLellan finally manages to get to his feet, and he stumbles across the ring, forcing Lion to stand.

McLellan pulls Lion up, only to push the stumbling, zombified challenger across the ring, throwing him through the ropes. McLellan looks down at the remnants of the torture table, and his eyes light up, as if struck with some sort of sick inspiration. He walks out of the ring and stares at the down Merteuil laying on his stomach, and McLellan fishes under the ring for something special. He produces a staple gun!


Brunswick: Oh Christ!

Smith: Dear motherfvcking crazy-ass what the hell oh my Lord!

Brunswick: That wasn’t even a sentence! There was nothing but expletives!

Smith: This isn’t even a match anymore! There’s nothing but continual attempts at murder!

Lion lays down on his back, and McLellan readies his staple gun. With a jab, he drives a staple into Lion’s back, making him scream through the crimson mask! McLellan begins driving in a whole straight line from shoulder to shoulder, creating a row of staples with Lion yelping between each one! McLellan finishes the line and holds the gun up for the crowd to see before throwing it aside!

Brunswick: That was interesting.

Smith: What’s next? That wasn’t particularly menacing!

McLellan pulls the squirming aristocrat off the mats with a twisted, evil grin spread across his blood-drenched coutenance. McLellan whispers something in Lion’s ear before pushing him backwards. Lion crashes back-first into the exterior cage, and the electrocution begins! This time, however, Lion sticks to the wall and he doesn’t seem to be coming off!

Brunswick: OH MY GOD!

Smith: He planned that! That is fvcking sick!

Brunswick: The staples make a circuit, and the current has locked Lion permanantly onto that wall! This is disgusting as hell! This is pure inhuman torture!

Smith: I’ve said it tonight, Josh…turnabout is fair play!

Lion screams like a maniac as McLellan begins cackling and ascending the outside of the interior cage! His hands are being shredded as he pulls himself up the barbed-wire encrusted enclosure, trying to measure his correct height! Lion is fading, withering, as McLellan makes it half-way up the cage! Without looking, he turns off the cage and crashes into Lion with a cross body block! The entire cell shakes on the impact and both men fall to the mats, jolted with electricity!

Brunswick: Oh my God, oh my God, just get medical help in there…

Smith: They aren’t moving!

Lion Merteuil’s back is smoking. Art McLellan is laying flat, coughing up more blood. Both men seem to be fading fast from severe blood loss and organ damage. In pools of their own bodily fluids, they collapse. For the first time in a long while, Hebner begins checking on the two. They are both unresponsive.

Brunswick: It’s over.

Smith: Tell the crowd that! They’re still raucous!

Hebner talks to the EMTs, who seem to be advising him, but he’s adamant about one point, likely that the match can’t stop without a clear winner. Mr. Bucks actually begins coming to ringside, the Axis following behind, and many of them look genuinely concerned. Through the crowd, Chaos the Clown rushes in and is followed by Bonesaw, looking in at their fallen comrade! Hebner signals Bob Saget at ringside, and Saget gets on the mic.

Saget: In the interest of the health of these competitors, based on the damage incurred and injuries suffered tonight, but taking into account the contractual obligations surrounding this match that ensure there will be a clear winner…on advice from trained medical experts, with the consent of the PRW Board of Directors, and once again the implicitly stated physical interest of these PRW superstars, it has been decided that the first competitor to regain conciousness and ascend to their feet will be declared the winner of this match. In the event that neither competitor can accomplish this is two full minutes, if there is no clear sign of an attempt to fulfill this condition, then Matt Caje will decide whether or not to act and allow medical attention to these superstars. Once again, this has been advised by medical professionals as the best interest of the PRW superstars and the company as a whole.

Smith: The first one to stand up is going to go home with the belt!

Brunswick: After all this, either man deserves it, it doesn’t matter who wins! This has been complete and utter hell!

The crowd is breaking out into chants of “Li-on Mer-teuil” and “H-M-H” as the two men seem to be stirring to some extent. The clock starts as Hebner watches intently to ensure his decision is accurate. The time is winding down and neither man is at a clear advantage. Who will reach their feet first?! Can either man actually come out of the Prison from Hell a victor?!

OOC: I know this is a rather cheesey way of ending the match, but I think it works after everything, and I wanted to ensure myself and Lion had equal stock in winning since this has honestly been the best match of my PRW career. Props to you, Lion, for pushing me like this, and best of luck, since it’s Hebner’s decision from here. Remember, there must be a winner.
MATTHEW,May 28 2012
04:14 AM
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Hebner gets to a count of 6 when HMH begins getting up. He's to his feet by 9. Lion is out still a second later, and HMH is the winner!

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