<center></center>Sammy Eubanks: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Hardcore Rules contest is tonight's main event and it is for the 411FED AND ECF UNIFIED WORLD'S HEAVWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd cheers at the announcement and a buzz starts as the lights go out.
Tex: Well this is the match that we - as well as, no doubt, Jason Dante - have been waiting for.
Cain: it's make or break time for Highone; he's been telling us since he first came to the 411fed that he has what it takes to rise to the top, and now we're about to find out if he's right.
The arena lights cut out. As the opening notes of "Kerosene" play, a few red lights illuminate the arena. On the Twistedtron, black-and-white images of rural squalor flash -- boarded-up storefronts, rusted cars on garbage-littered front lawns, old bums in stained shirts on their porches drinking malt liquor from bags, bloated dead animals on the side of the road.
<i>"I was born in this town, lived here my whole life.
Probably come to die in this town, lived here my whole life.
Never anything to do in this town, lived here my whole life.
Never anything to do in this town, lived here my whole life.
Probably learn to die in this town, lived here my whole life." </i>
The images continue, becoming a series of shots of one run-down house with peeling paint in the middle of a vast, empty expanse. Shots of the inside show piles of disintegrating old magazines, cigarette-burned carpet, an ancient TV with a cracked screen and piles of mouldy dishes in a disgusting, roach-infested kitchen.
<i>"Probably come to die in this town, lived here my whole life.
There's kerosene around, something to do.
There's kerosene around, she's something to do.
There's kerosene around, she's something to do.
There's kerosene around, find something to do
There's kerosene around, she's something to do.
Kerosene around, SET ME ON FIRE!" </i>
Suddenly the black-and-white image of the old house is obliterated by a burst of flame that becomes a wall of fire. In front of the entrance, pillars of flame shoot up from the ground. A large man, head draped in a ragged black cloth, emerges between the pillars of fire, grunting and snorting smoke.
Sammy: Introducing first...the special guest referee....DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKUS!!!!
<i>"Set me on fire, kerosene.
Set me on fire, kerosene.
SET ME ON FIRE, KEROSENE.
SET ME ON FIRE, KEROSENE.
SET ME ON FIRE!" </i>
Cain: Just what effect is having this man in the ring going to have on Dante?
Tex: I can't imagine it can be anything but a huge distraction, but there is no love lost between Drakus and Infinity either - we saw him call the match between the NHFC team of Darkness and Misfit and Infinity representatives Highone and DeSean right down the middle last week; will he do the same here?
Climbing into the ring, Drakus removes the cloth from his head, stretches both arms and unleashes a primal scream of rage.
Suddenly...
<i>"Renegade, never been afraid to say what's on my mind at any given time of day. Cause I'm a renegade, never been afraid to talk about anything..." </i>
...the sound of a record scratch...
*a shotgun blast*
A spotlight shines on the top of the entrance ramp. Highone steps from behind the curtain and stops. His Infinity-green gi is complemented by two objects slung across his shoulders.
Sammy: And the challenger...weighing in at 265 lbs...he is a member of INFIIIIIIINIIIIIIIIIIIIITY....HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHONE!!!
Banter: Challenger? He has the belts, doesn't he...
Tex: Sure, but ‘round here we don't determine our champions by theft.
Banter: But Dante said...
Tex: Never mind what Dante said. No doubt everyone watching at home has heard the news that Jason Dante, the man who just last month suffered an injury that, according to doctors, ended his career forever and paralysed him from the neck down, has made a full recovery.
Cain: They're calling it a miracle...
Tex: And it just might be. I guess sometimes there is justice in the world, as Highone is about to discover, I dearly hope.
A few seconds later, a hoodie-wearing Nas steps out with a microphone in hand, kicking one of his most notorious tracks, "Made You Look". The legendary rapper and TCW champion touch fists and then start walking down to the ring. The normal jovial Highone looks dead serious.
<i>Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective,
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit',
Y'all appointed Infinity to bring fed justice
But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's H-1 yo,
Grey Goose and a whole lotta hydro,
Only describe us as soldier-survivors.
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin for wifey.
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely,
Put her in the Bentley coupe so she can feel the nice breeze,
Drive thru the city no doubt, but don't say they car's topless,
Say the titties is out.
Newness to the people, Infinity's the anthem,
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit',
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with,
Swing around like you stu-pid, king'a the town, yeah we been dat
You know they click-clack, Freya where you and yor mens at?
Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat,
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back...
They shootin'! -- Aw made you look!
You a slave to a page in my feud book.
Gettin' big money, Hellfire your time's up,
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin'! -- Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my feud book
Gettin' big money, Hellfire your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? </i>
The Infinity captain does not acknowledge the negative reaction of the fans, shrugging off the boos and jeers on the back they try to offer. Highone's gaze never waivers from the man standing in the ring.
Tex: Drakus made this parody of a title reign possible for Highone - but as the referee, he's now in a position to take away that gift on a whim.
Banter: C'mon, Drakus hates Dante more than anybody, do you really think he'll call a match like this so that he wins?
Cain: Drakus is a psychopath, frankly there's no telling what he'll do.
<i>This ain't feudin, this is Street-Hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot,
My live playas lit up the reefer,
Trunk'a the car we got the streetsweeper.
Don't start none, won't be none,
No reason for your mans to panic,
You don't wanna see no ambulances.
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup,
That's the way you get Infinity'd up
Let the words diffuse all attention,
Ball off convention, free admission,
Hustlers, dealers and killers'ca move swift,
Girls get close, you'ca feel where the tool's kept.
All my just-comin' homies, parolees,
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly,
Get out my face, you people so phoney,
Pull out my waist, the Eagle's fo-forty...
They shootin'! -- Aw made you look!
You a slave to a page in my feud book.
Gettin' big money, Hellfire your time's up,
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin'! -- Aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my feud book
Gettin' big money, Hellfire your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? </i>
Highone pauses in front of the ring-steps, then slowly walks up them and climbs between the ropes. Once in the centre of the ring, he holds out his arms, the ECF and 411fed titles slung across them and roars in triumph as green pyros shoot above him.
<i>I see you bitches runnin', yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do,
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges,
Every invitation to fight you punk ? I says,
Like Pun said, "You not even en mi classa"
Phantom wheels spin, back seat, tv plasma
Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers,
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too,
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love.
Lemme feel how the head is,
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest,
*music cuts off and Nas rhymes acapella over the electrified crowd*
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your Coach bag, pass the fifth,
I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit',
Fists get spit, Hellfire gonna loose consciousness!</i>
The music fades as Highone turns to Drakus and smirks. The big man looks unimpressed by the Infinity member's posturing and, with grunt, takes the belts from him.
Suddenly a strange drumbeat starts and the lights above the entrance begin to flicker, alternating red and white.
On the Twistedtron a series of words flicker:
<i>Lust.
Rage.
Contempt.
VINDICATION.</i>
Then the drum beat stops and darkness settles on the arena once more but only for about 5 seconds before a new drum beat starts. This time the screen of the Twistedtron shows a raging inferno...
<i>Can you feel that?</i>
A guitar added it's "voice" to the drum beat as the words "Aqeuitas" and "Veritas" Flashed by on the screen.
<i>Ah Shit.
Ooo Ah Ah Ah </i>
As the song kicks off and the lyrics start, the flames on the screen start to change and take the shape of a man and as they do a circle of fire erupts from the entrance way floor and stretch 2 meters into the air. As the shape of a man is complete on the screen the words "Nemo me impune lecessit" appear in blazing text.
<i>Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
(Will you give in to me?) </i>
The flames in the circle die down and a man dressed in a white coat with a hood obscuring his face is seen, drawing a huge cheer from the fans.
<i>Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (oh no)
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me </i>
"I AM THE GOD OF ALL HELL'S FIRE!"
Echoes across the arena and as the words "You've woken up the demon in me" ring across the same air, the hooded man throws his hood back and reveals the pale hair and alabaster-white skin beneath.
Sammy: And his opponent...from the City of Dis in the Sixth Circle of Hell...weighing in at 242 lbs...he is a member of the NEW HELLFIIIIIRE CLUB and THE 411FED AND ECF UNIFIED WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...
<i>Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me </i>
Sammy: THIS....
Dante drops his coat to the floor as Selenia steps up beside him and begins walking down the ramp as a succession of fiery pyros erupt at his sides. His crimson gaze is fixed on Highone who waits for him in the ring, refusing to be fazed by the infernal pageantry of his foe.
Sammy: IS....JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASON DAAAAAAAAAAAAANTEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<i>I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give in to me?) </i>
Tex: Jason Dante has arrived! Surely he must have vengeance on his mind!
Before he reaches the ring, static echoes throughout the arena, and the TwistedTron crackles.
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Cain: What on earth was that??
Banter: I don't know, and it looks like Dante doesn't either! Hopefully this won't distract him too much from the task at hand...
Tex: Well, we'll find out; this is a Hardcore Rules match, which means there are no-disqualifications, no count-outs, and falls count anywhere.
Banter: Why is Drakus even there then?
Cain: Infinity made this match - I think the answer is obvious.
<i>It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes (oh no)
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me...</i>
As the music fades, Dante squares up to Highone, ignoring Drakus who observes the proceedings with a kind of menacing boredom. He moves towards the two combatants, belts in hand and makes a show of displaying them to each of them. While Highone eyes the titles he stole hungrily, Dante doesn't take his eyes of his opponent.
Drakus lifts the belts into the air and then signals for the bell.
Tex: Oh my!
Dante's rage surges forward like a river pouring through a broken dam as he suddenly unleashes a torrent of punches and chops on Highone. The crowd roars as, within seconds, Highone is beaten back against the ropes, sheltering himself from the sudden flurry of furious attacks. Dante doesn't let up, beating down his enemy with right- and left-hands until he is pressed down to one knee and, finally, has no option but to roll out of the ring and stagger to the floor, stunned.
Cain: The champion makes his feelings clear!
Dante turns from Highone and throws out his arms, releasing a bellow of primal anger. Drakus watches him through narrowed eyes and the champion turns to him, intent for just a moment on the man who crippled him. Highone takes advantage, diving back into the ring and rolling Dante up out of nowhere.
Banter: Hahaha!
Drakus hits the mat and slaps his hand against the canvas as quickly as he can...
One...
Two...
Thr....and Dante kicks out!
Tex: That was the fastest count I've ever seen!
Banter: Nonsense.
Highone kicks Dante in the chest as he stands up, knocking the world champion into the ropes and then moves in with a hard chop that sends Dante reeling. He pulls the albino into a belly-to-belly suplex and pins again...
One...
Two..
Kick out!
Tex: Well it looks like Drakus has no intention of calling this one fairly.
Banter: Dante already has the champion's advantage - Drakus is just balancing things out.
Cain: Except in a match with no disqualifications there's no champion's advantage...
Banter: Oh, just make up your own excuse then. Jesus.
Dante rolls up to his feet and tries a dropkick, but Highone slaps him down and hops onto his back, pulling his head up and clawing at his eyes and mouth. Dante tries to free himself, but Highone wrenches back and increases the pressure.
Tex: This is a legal hold in this match - if Dante taps out, this one is all over.
Dante folds one leg underneath himself and begins to push himself upwards, carrying Highone with him. Dante hurls Highone off him, but the challenger rolls straight up to his feet and floors Dante with a clothesline. Instead of going for a pin, he immediately hauls Dante up and whips him into the corner. He follows in with running shoulder to the NHFC member's gut.
Cain: Highone is beginning to take advantage in this match so far. He's not letting up on the defending champion.
Highone grabs Dante by the back of the head and runs him across the ring, throwing him over the top rope and out onto the arena floor.
Tex: It looks like Highone is getting ready to use this match's stipulation to its maximum effect!
Banter: That's because he's smart, Tex.
Highone follows Dante outside the ring and kicks him in the face as he climbs up to his feet, sending him stumbling backwards and over onto his back. He hops up onto the apron and, as Dante slowly rises again, comes off with a flying double-axe-handle.
Cain: Highone is showing a lot of resourcefulness in this match. He has the will to win and maybe that gives him the advantage over Dante who's dead set on revenge against him.
Tex: Both men have different aims, certainly. Dante wants his belts back, but how can he keep a clear head against the man who stole them?
Highone sends Dante into the ring post and then drops him with a clothesline as he stumbles backwards. He flips off a nearby NHFC fan and then picks up his opponent, whipping him into the announce tables.
Tex: I think we'd better get out of the way here...
The three announcers stand up as Dante rolls back against the table and Highone charges with another clothesline, sending him over to land on the top of it. With a smirk, he heads back towards the ring and jumps up onto the apron.
Banter: Here we go!
Cain: A high-risk move from Highone...
Highone flies off the apron with his elbow extended, but Dante comes to his senses just in time and Highone smashes through the table!
Tex: And it didn't pay off!
Cain: The tables may have turned...
Dante rolls up to his feet and looks at the prone form of Highone. With a shrug he kneels down and pins. Drakus saunters in and begins counting...
One...
Two....
Tex: Oh come on...
Highone's shoulder lifts up.
Banter: Yay! Kick out!
Tex: That was a slow count!
Dante looks at Drakus accusingly, but lifts Highone up and goes to whip him towards the ring. Highone counters however, and reverses the Irish whip, sending Dante back-first into the apron instead. Highone shakes his head to try and recover from his trip through the announce table. Dante is ready for him now though and comes at him with a chop across the chest followed by a DDT. He glances at Drakus and elects not to go for a pin this time.
Cain: Dante has an uphill struggle in this match now - how is he going to win if Drakus won't give him a fair count?
Banter: He isn't going to win, simple as that.
Dante picks Highone up and walks him to the ring-steps, bashing his head into the steel once, twice, three times. He pulls his head up again, but Highone elbows him in the gut and then catches him on the chin with a martial-arts kick out of nowhere.
Tex: Dante looks like he might be out cold!
Highone shakes the cotton wool out of his head and ducks down, searching under the ring, eventually emerging with a steel chair.
Banter: Now things are picking up!
Cain: It's all legal in this match...Dante could be in trouble.
Highone lifts the chair and brings it down on Dante's chest, causing the world champion to convulse in agony. He rolls over onto his front and slowly picks himself up, giving Highone the chance to aim a chair shot directly at his opponent's skull.
Tex: Oh! Dante has been busted wide open!
The albino's pale skin is indeed stained with dark crimson blood pouring from an open wound in his forehead. Highone immediately covers him...
One...
Two...
Thre...kick out!
Banter: Ooooh...so close...
Highone stands right back up and hefts his chair again. Dante slowly stands up and Highone swings, but this time the champion ducks out of the way. The momentum of the swing carries Highone around to face Dante again and he receives a chop to the chest, and another, which drives him back against the apron. Dante reaches out, his white fingers closing on Highone's throat, but the Infinity member brings his chair down on his opponent's skull.
Tex: This match is growing increasingly brutal - Dante's face is a crimson mask now.
Blood drips down Dante's face as he staggers back against the barrier at ringside. Highone grunts, discarding his chair and charging at Dante, catching him on the side of the head with a running enziguri. Dante falls to his knees, but not before Highone can catch him around the throat and lock in a sleeper hold.
Cain: Dante is losing a lot of blood...and this sure isn't going to help...
As Highone tightens his grip, Dante's face begins to redden and the blood begins to pulse from the wound in his forehead.
Banter: Eww...that's gross.
Tex: Gross and dangerous - Dante is in serious trouble here.
Drakus moves in as Dante's eyes flicker shut and he immediately grabs his arm, lifting it up and letting it drop quickly.
One!
He lifts his arm again and lets it drop...
Two!
And a final time...it starts to drop...
Thre...no!
Cain: There's still life in the champion!
Highone tries to tighten his grip, but Dante is now clawing his way out and finally propels himself upwards, hurling Highone to the floor. He staggers against the apron, and his grip closes on the chair that Highone discarded. He lifts it above his head, but Drakus grabs it out of his hands and flings it away. Dante turns to confront the man who crippled him, but now Highone is on his feet and leaps up onto the apron in a single bound, coming down with his leg extended, driving his foot into the back of Dante's head.
Tex: A modified version of the Leopard Onslaught! Highone may have this one won!
Banter: Of course he does!
Highone considers his fallen opponent and then rolls him into the ring.
Tex: It looks like Highone wants to end this in the middle of the ring.
Cain: He may have cheated to get here, but he wants to end this fairly I suppose.
Highone snaps a few words to Drakus who shrugs and begins to count...
One...
Two...
Thre...no! Dante gets a shoulder up!
Banter: What?!
Tex: Drakus counted fairly there - that may have been Highone's undoing, though I think that's what he asked him to do.
Highone shakes his head in disbelief, but he picks Dante up and whips him into the corner with tremendous force. Highone hits off the ropes and, as Dante staggers out from the corner, he hits him with a blow to the heart that drops him to his knees. A flurry of powerful kicks later, and Dante is down on the mat a second time.
Cain: The Tiger KO! This one is academic now...
He pins...
One...
Two...
Thre...another kick out!
Tex: My God! Dante has a will of iron; he's still holding on!
The bloody champion is dragged upright once more, but this time he fights back with a punch to Highone's stomach. Dante makes a grab at his opponent, swinging him around and hooking his head under his arm from behind. He spins around...
Tex: The Broken Reflection!
Dante rolls onto his fallen foe...
One...
Two....
Th...but Highone reaches up between Dante's legs and rolls him into his shoulders, grabbing a big handful of his white tights!
One...
Two...
Thre...no, a kick out!
Cain: Dante survives again! But only just!
Highone rolls up to his feet and grabs Dante, whipping him across the ring, only for the champion to stumble and collapse to the mat.
Tex: Dante has lost so much blood....he's running on adrenaline alone now...
Highone walks over to Dante and roughly lifts him from behind. He snaps in a waistlock, but Dante reverses, going behind with his own waistlock. Highone elbows Dante in the face and then goes behind himself. He tries to lift Dante, but the champion resists, plants his feet firmly on the canvas and then spins around once more, but this time instead of a waistlock he grabs a half-nelson with one arm and then wraps his other arm around Highone's neck...
Cain: That's a katahajime!
Tex: More to the point, it's the Gilded Cage! We haven't seen this move since Dante was a whole other person...in more ways than one...
Dante is a mess of blood as he grits his teeth and tightens the grip of the deadly choke-hold on Highone. The Infinity member struggles in the grip, but there's nothing he can do as Dante drops down to his knees, bringing Highone down to the mat. His free hand claws at the champion's grip, but his fingers slide off on the blood that is smeared across all of Dante's visible flesh.
Cain: He can't hold on forever!
Banter: Come on, Highone! You can do it! This is nothing!
Highone's eyes are alternately wide open and screwed up tight as Dante roars in fury, refusing to release the brutal submission hold. The crowd reaches fever pitch as Highone's hand lifts.
Tex: It could be all over...
The challenger clenches his fist...resists...
Banter: No!
Resists...
Dante howls, his bloody face almost ecstatic now as he feels his victim writhing in agony beneath him.
Highone tries one last time to shake himself free, but the pain has robbed his body of its strength. Finally, his fist unclenches and desperately, he taps against the mat.
Tex: This is over!
Dante looks at Drakus through his crimson mask and, after a long moment interrupted only by the sound of Highone's frantic tapping, Drakus signals for the bell.
The world champion releases his opponent, who collapses into a heap on the mat and then straightens. There is an eerie silence as Sammy Eubanks speaks into the microphone.
Sammy: Here is your winner...and STILL...
At that moment, Dante raises his arms and bellows in triumph as the fans in the arena erupt in cheers and celebration. Sammy's words are drowned out as "Down With the Sickness" starts to play again.
Sammy: ...THE 411FED AND ECF UNIFIED WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.......JAAAAAAAAAAAASOOOOOOOOOOON DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tex: He did it! Dante is still the champion!
Cain: He got his revenge, and, despite the odds, he made Highone pay for what he did.
Banter: Goddamnit.
Drakus takes the world title belts and hands them to Dante, an odd look on his grim face. Dante reverently receives them and Drakus immediately turns his back, leaving the ring with no further word. Dante lifts the belts onto his exhausted shoulders and slowly ascends the turnbuckle. The cheering continues as Highone rolls from the ring and begins walking back up the ramp. Suddenly, the figures of Dante's stable-mates appear on the stage.
Tex: Uh oh...
Darkness, Misfit, Acolyte, Freya and a heavily-bandaged Stephen Hawthorne begin walking down the ramp and Highone, standing in their path, spreads his arms with a smirk.
Cain: It looks like Highone is still ready for a fight!
And the NHFC wordlessly file past him, moving towards the ring where the bleeding Dante is being attended to by Selenia. They enter the ring as Highone looks on in disgust and, after congratulating their leader, Darkness and Acolyte hoist Dante onto their shoulders.
Tex: Jason Dante gets his happy ending tonight! He paid for it with blood, sweat and tears, but the titles he never lost are back in his possession!
The crowd chants for the World Champion as he lifts the 411fed and ECF World Championships above his head and his stable mates in the New Hellfire Club applaud him.
Tex: What a night!