 Strike Fantasy Towers Wednesday Night War™ With Phil Stevens and Steve Phillips Augest 4th, 2004 Wednesday Night at 11:00pm Live From Joe Lewis Arena in Detroit, Michigan Opening
The show begins with images on the Striketron...
We open up backstage to the Holocaust locker room, the sound for some reason has been shut off so we can only see what is going on, every member of Holocaust is there, we see a 12 pack of beer sitting there on the table, and soon we see Gunz go to open it, he passes around some beers and the members open them up, as soon as they do though, beer sprays every where and all over the members of Holocaust. Seconds later the lights go out and we can see nothing, but then we see 8 balls of fire hit each member of Holocaust, suddenly we get sound and we can hear the screams of each member. The lights come back on and each member is on the floor still on fire, EMT’s rush into the room to put out the fire, but they notice there are one members missing, Nirvana.
The show starts off with a panoramic view of the crowd and War staging. Tons of Green pyro go off. All the fans in the Joe Lweis arena are on their feet. Next to the staging is a large glass chamber, set aside for the Gas Chamber Match later tonight.
Phil: Welcome everybody, to Wednesday Night War.
Steve: We are here LIVE in Detroit, The Joe Lewis Arena!
Phil: That's right!
Steve: Three devistating matches here tonight!
Phil: First is a Hardcore match between the returning Mike Zybala, and the new Holocaust member, Nathan Gust.
Steve: Remember, he goes by Genocide now.
Phil: Oh yeah. "The Messiah" Paul Philips will fae "Cowboy" Jack Jones in the first ever, "Gas Chamber" Match.
Steve: I'm not sure what the Gas Chamber match is, but you can see the Gas Chamber up on the staging there.
Phil: For the main event... You'll love this one Steve... AJ Veritos and Gary Mac in a 2 out of 3 falls match!
Steve: Yesssss!
Phil: What's this?
The scene cuts backstage to the SFT car park area. The crowd are a little buzzed after the opening of the show and then we see a white limo starting to draw nearer the superstars parking area. The limo pulls right up towards the entrance door and then after a few seconds the limo drivers door opens and he steps out. He walks round towards the passenger door and he opens it and stands beside it. After a few seconds Gary Mac steps out the limo, he is wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a black t-shirt with the words. Too Fucking Good inscribed onto the front of it in white. Mac takes a look around and then steps out the way of the door, the driver closes it and Mac then snaps his fingers and the drivers gets his bag from the trunk. Mac puts it over his shoulder but before he walks his cell phone goes off in his pocket. Mac places his hand in his pocket and pulls the phone out and answers it.)
Gary Mac: Didn’t I say don’t call me when I’m at the arena? . . . I know it might important but it might not be also, . . . Yes the deal is still on, . . . When is the debut? . . . Christ I don’t know, right now I have a match to prepare for.
Mac hangs up his cell phone and places it back into his pocket. Mac then goes to walk once more but is stopped by Amanda Summers who has a microphone in hand.
Amanda Summers: Gary Mac, can I get a few words with you?
Gary Mac: What is it?
Amanda Summers: This is your forth match in Strike Towers and you are facing one of the men you beat on your debut. Anything to say?
Gary Mac: Should I need to say anything? Come on, your not one of these nice looking girls but stupid as hell are you? AJ Veritos is nothing but a name in the way to a forth win on the trot. I’m running all over the talent here, and I feel I need more of a competition. I’m not wanting or expecting to face Dryden but they could at least give me someone I’ve not faced already. I’ve been here nearly four week, and I’m back to the man who was involved in my first match. Maybe he is a bit bitter that I beat him, I don’t know. But after tonight, there will be another win on the record of Gary Mac in Strike Towers.
Amanda Summers: That phone call there, about a debut, what was that about?
Gary Mac: You really want to know? You really really want to know?
Amanda Summers: Yes.
Gary Mac: Well it is about a student of mine who is looking to make his debut in the wrestling world. I’m trying to get him a federation to call his own and where he can begin his career. Nothing more, nothing less, simple as that Amanda.
Amanda Summers: I don’t think you are telling me the truth.
Gary Mac: Really? Well I’ll let you be the judge of that, I am the only one who knows if I’m straight up, now if you’ll excuse me I want to get moving.
Mac extends his arm to Amanda’s shoulder and walks right past her and into the arena. The fans can be heard booing his arrival as Amanda looks a little bit sad after Mac didn’t give her any details. It cuts back to the announcers.
Steve: What was that all about?
Phil: Good question.
Match Number
One
Phil: We have here Genocide vs. Mike Zybala! This
will be an exciting bout!
Steve: Boy, I'll say! I'm so excited...
Phil: Eeh...don't tell me you pissed your pants again.
Steve: Well...just a little squirt...but who could blame me? The anticipation is too much!
No theme music, no time wasted, they step into the
arena engaging in fisticuffs. Lefts and rigths
exchanged by both Genocide, and Zybala. Soon, Zybala
gets the upper hand,tossing him back behind the
curtain.
Phil: and the fight goes backstage before it even
gets to the ring!
A cameraman follows quickly, catching Zybala, throwing
Genocide head first into a hard, unforgiving wall.
Zybala drags Genocide up, and drags him down the hall.
With a running start, Zybala slams his foe into a
nearby Coke machine with enough force to knock the
whole thing over. Genocide crashes head over heels to
the floor. Zybala once again lifts his opponent to
his feet, and carries him forward...but he doesn't
make it far, Nathan Gust elbows Mike in the ribs,
startling his opponent. He strikes again, and again,
and Zybala looses his grip. Genocide gives his foe a
mighty push into...
Steve: The women's bathroom! Is it occupied? Is it?
Please, let it be occupied!
Genocide runs into the bathroom, leaps high into the
air and springboards off a nearby sink, and moonsaults
right into Mike, sending both parties crashing to the
floor. Gust is the first to his feet, dragging Mike
with him. He throws him through a stall door, then
dropkicks him in the back, bringing his foe to his
knees, hunched over the toilet. Genocide turns him
around, and hoists his opponent as if for a powerbomb,
only, instead of keeping him straight up, he lets
Zybala's upper body sink. Using careful maneuvering,
Gust dunks Zybala's head into the toilet, and flushes.
Phil: A swirley! Dear god, a swirley!
Steve: Eww! I think I'm going to lose my lunch...
Phil: Why? This beating getting to you?
Steve: No...I think there was a turd in that toilet!
Gust pulls Zybala out of teh toilet, and carries him,
same position out of the stall. Pow! A piledriver
folds Mike in half. Gust goes for the cover...
1......
2......
Kickout!
Infuriated, Gust drags Zybala to his feet, and chucks
him out the door, and back into the hall. Gust steps
out of the door to join him...WHAM! Zybala comes back
with a clothesline from out of nowhere! Genocide is
flat on his back...Mike decides to take advantage of
this situation by stomping the bloody crap out of his
opponent. Bad move...Genoocide grabs Zybala's foot
before he can even land his first stomp in. Leg
screw! Zybala does a little spin, and collapses onto
the toppled soda machine, chin first. Gust picks him
up and starts hammering him with lefts, pushing him
towards the ring.
Phil: Unbelievable! Zybala has invented a new style
of wrestling!
Steve: What are you blathering about?
Phil: Look at the tightness of that defense! He's
cleverly using his head, neck, and spine to absorb all
impact from Genocide's maneuvers, so the rest of him
will be fit to complete the ass-kicking! Zybala is
the best wrestler EVER!
Steve: Ugh...and I make a career sitting beside this
guy, listening to this bullshit.
They emerge on the stage, Zybala getting hammered,
still. Gust leaps high onto Mike's
shoulders...hurricanrana! Once he's up, he drags
Zybala to his feet an drolls him into the ring. He
goes under teh ring briefly, bringing out something
wrapped up in a piece of cloth. Zybala rises to his
feet as Gust slides in. Still groggy, he's a perfect
shoe in for Gusts finisher...the clouded mind! He's
down, and out. Smiling to the crowd, gust unrolls the
items, revealing three long, thin needles, and a lair
of legcuffs. The crowd boos, but Gust pays them no
heed as he drags Zybala to the ropes, applying the
legcuffs.
Steve: Jesus, Phil...what's he going to do?
Phil: I don't know...but I think I watered my pants,
too
Steve: I TOLD you the anticipation was too much!
Phil: It's not the anticipation...it's fear...fear
for Zybala...
Gust kicks a defenseless Zybala in the stomach, then
kneels beside the helpless foe. He takes Mike's right
hand, stretches it out s far as it will go...then POW!
Zybala screams in hideous agony as Genocide pierces
his hand with one of the needles, pinning it to the
mat. Mike looks in fear as Gust prepares the other
arm...BAM! Zybala is now spread out on the mat, and
there's not a damn thing he can do...except lay there
and bleed on himself. Gust punches Mike in the face
as hard as he can. Mike is out of it, mouth hanging
open in his stupor. Grinning madly, Genocide reaches
INTO Mike's mouth, and grabs the man's tongue...
Phil: ...
Steve: ...
Phil: ...
Steve: ...
Phil: ...GROSS! FUCKING SICK!
Steve: ...I think I'm going to go over...there,
and...throw up.
Zybala's tongue in a death clutch, a grinning Genocide
takes the last needle, and sticks it straight through.
Zybala leaves out a choking, muffled groan of agony,
as his mouth fills with blood, tongue hanging out,
completely pierced with the long, thin needle. Gust
goes for the cover...
1......
2......
3!
Savatage's "Holocaust" hits the speakers, and five
robed men run to the ring, surrounding Zybala's
defenseless body. You can't see EXACTLY what's
happening to the poor man, but it's a flurry of legs
kicking, and arms punching, as the members of
Holocaust ravage what's left of Genocide's helpless foe.
Winner: Genocide by Pinfall Backstage Segments
As the holocaust members are attacking Mike Zybala, Connor MacDaddy gets on the stage with a mic, and stats yelling.
Connor MacDaddy; Oh no! Not on my show! get off of him, right now!
The camera focus in on Connor MacDaddy, and you can see the scars from Lethal Lottery.
Connor MacDaddy: You have pushed the staff to the edge! I strongly believe in never crossing the boss, and what you did last sunday was inexcuseable. You all should be fired right here on the spot. After tonight, you will all learn a lesson, and after tonight, if you lay a finger on a staff member again, you will be fired on the spot. There will be no retiliation for the pain the holocaust will suffer.
Holocaust starts slowly walking towards Connor. Connor starts to back up.
Connor MacDaddy: I will not be intimidated.
Connor reaches in his pocket and pulls out a revolver and points it at the Holocaust members.
Connor MacDaddy: If you think I won't shoot you after what you did to me, then take another step.
Holocaust stands there, still looking at MacDaddy.
Connor MacDaddy: I want you all to take a look at what happened, not too long ago, while the Hardcore match was going on.
We go backstage, seems to be the basement of the arena, once again the sound is cut, but we see Nirvana hanging upside down. His legs are tied together with rope and he is dangling from a rafter in the ceiling. His hands are also tied together and hang below him. Connor MacDaddy walks on screen with a large monkey wrench. Nirvana starts breathing heavy and yells at Connor. Connor quickly slams the wrench into Nirvana's chest. Instantly Nirvana starts coughing up blood. He takes the monkey wrench and locks it on Nirvana's nose. He tighens it all it can go. He then slams downward on the wrench, and possibly breaks Nirvana's nose. Nirvana starts making loud noises of pian, which could be translated into screams, but the blood in his esophagus is blocking most of his breathing. Nirvana is stuggling to breath, but then he passes out due to the lack of oxygen and the amount of blood in his brain. Connor then simply walks away...
We go back to the arena and holocaust looks pissed off.
Connor MacDaddy: He COULD be still alive. You would have to go now to save him.
Holocaust stands there. Genocide starts walking towards Connor. Connor acts quick and kicks him in the nuts! He then grabs the back of his head and shoves the barrel of the gun down Genocide's mouth.
Connor MacDaddy: Go now! Save him! Everybody can go, exept Genocide here, and you Paul. I have to have a few words with you.
The Holocaust members run down the side of the ramp to help Nirvana. Paul stays, and Connor keeps the gun in Genocide's mouth. Connor starts talking to Genocide.
Connor MacDaddy: Gust, what the hell is wrong with you? We used to be tag tem champions in RWA. We have been good friends since XCW. Who the hell do you think you are? So here I am, your life is in my hands. Give me one reason to not pull this trigger... I'll give you a reason. Because deep down, you are still that young kid I helped train. You may think the student has surpassed the master, but you're dead wrong. But at least you're not dead. Go in the back while the grown-ups talk.
Connor releases his grip on Genocide and Genocides walks to the back. Just then three masked men jump Genocide, and drag him backstage. Connor focuses his attention on The Messiah.
Connor MacDaddy: I had nothing to do with that, I swear. You guys have made a lot of enemys, including me. I asked you to stay here because you're match is next. Now, I know you requested a Gas Chamber Match with "Cowboy" Jack Jones, so that is coming up next. For all you fans who don't know what a Gas Chamber match is, I'll explain it too you. There is a Gas Chamber next to the ring, the first to push thier opponent into the Gas Chamber and activate the Gas, nearly killing thier opponent, is the winner. Paul get ready. The match is now!
Match Number
Two
Paul gets attacked from behind by Jack Jones with a chair!
Phil: WOAH! Where did he come from?
Jack strikes Paul in the back with the chair. Paul goes down, and Jack lifts up the chair and brings it down again. Jack slides The Messiah into the ring. Jack Jones climbs back into the ring as The Messiah is standing up. Jack Jones slams the lead pipe into the side of The Messiah's head. The Messiah's limp body slides out of the ring onto the floor. Jack Jones is quick in pursuit.. As Jack Jones raises the pipe above his head and is ready to deliver a killing blow. Then suddenly Exterminator steps out from over the railing and takes the pipe, and hits Jack Jones with it. Exterminator steps back over the railing and disappears into the crowd.
Phil: What?
Steve: I have no idea, Exterminator just stepped out from the crowd and delivered a crushing blow, and then disappeared.
Phil: Connor looks pissed off... look at him on the ramp!
Both men lie on the floor, knocked senseless. Both men slowly get to their feet, Jack Jones climbs back into the ring slowly, lying in the center of the ring. The Messiah climbs in likewise and climbs atop his opponent, landing a series of blows to the face. Jack Jones kicks The Messiah off, and climbs to the ropes and up. Paul makes his way to his feet as well. Both men land a series of half strength punches and kicks. Suddenly, both men reach into their tights simultaneously, each with their own pair of brass knuckles.
Phil: Looks like they both were planning the same thing.
Steve: Simplicity is the most effective sometimes.
Paul punches quicker, and Jack goes down.
Phil: This match is surprisingly evenly matched.
When Jack Jones is on the ground Paul begins to stomp the hell out of him, he then proceeds to kick him out of the ring. Jack Jones gets up and slides back into the ring, this time his head is met with the steel chair Jack had earlier. He continuously hits Jack Jones with the chair, then finally picks him up. He sends Jack Jones into the corner, he smashes into the turnbuckles full speed, and collapses from the impact. Paul Philips then goes to the outside of the ring, and looks under the ring, he pulls out a table and sets it up about 5 feet front the ring. He then goes back into the ring, but Jack Jones rolled out on the other side. Not knowing where Jack Jones is Paul Philips looks over the ropes, on one side of the ring. Jack Jones slides in on the opposite side of the ring with a singapore cane in hand. He cracks Paul Philips in the back of the head with it, but Paul Philips is unaffected by the blow. Jack Jones hits him a few more times, with no effect. Paul Philips then just grabs Jack Jones by the neck and body slams him to the outside of the ring. Paul Philips goes over the ropes, and over to the steps. He picks up the steps and walks over to where Jack Jones is laid out. He lifts the steps over his head, and slams down as hard as he can on top of Jack Jones... Jack Jones rolls over, with blood pouring out of his mouth.
Phil: Eww.... It didn't take long for Jack Jones to get busted open!
Steve: There are No DQs in this Gas Chamber Match!
Paul Philips picks him up and tosses him into the ring. He picks Jack Jones up and suplexes him onto the chair, that was still in the ring. Now with a smile on his face, Paul Philips points to the table outside the ring.
Steve: Umm... yeah, it's over..
As Paul Philips is lifting Jack Jones, the camera catches the statement on Jack Jones's face. An Evil Grin... Paul Philips then sets Jack Jones up, and lifts him up into the powerbomb position, and starts running towards the side where the table is. Out of nowhere, Jack reverses it into a hurricanerana, and sends the Messiah flying to the outside, and crashing through the table!
Steve: Woah!
Jack rolls out of the ring and starts drgging The Messiah to the chamber. He lifts him up and is about to shove him into the Gas Chamber. Paul getsa rush of adreniline and pushes Jack in and slams the door shut! He locks it quickly and reaches for the button to activate the gas!
Steve: It's over! Jack Jones is in the chamber!
The Messiah presses the Gas Activation button as Jack starts to panic. but the gas doesn't come on. Messiah starts to bang on the chamber in frustration.
Phil: Seems like the chamber is malfunctioning!
All of a sudden, Connor MacDaddy hits The Messiah in the back of the head with a a lead pipe! The Messiah goes limp and is completley knocked out. Connor unlocks the chamber and Jack Jones gets out.
Phil: What the hell is going on!?
Connor and Jack both lift Paul and put him in th chamber. The close the door and lock it. Paul Philips comes to and starts yelling at both Connor and Jack. Connor gets on the mic.
Connor MacDaddy: Paul. You will like what I am about to say now, but when it's all over you will regret ever messing with the staff. You may not be able to fight back now, but you will be able to next week on Inferno. It will be you, "The Messiah" Paul Philips versus "The Hardcore Legend" Connor MacDaddy! In a Hardcore Match. For the newly returning Hardcore championship!
At this news the crowd flips out, and Paul gets an evil smile on his face.
Phil: WOAH!
Steve: The Hardcore Title is returning next week on Inferno!
Jack Jones then hits the button on the chamber, as it fills with Gas. Paul is still smiling, as he passes out. EMTs rush the Chamber and unlock it, and load Paul's body on a stretcher. His unconsious body is still smiling. Another masked man comes out from the back and grabs the stretcher and drags it to the back. Connor shrugs his shoulders and leaves.
Winner: "Cowboy" Jack Jones by gassing Backstage Segments
Connor MacDaddy: I have one more thing to announce. Next week on WAR. There will be a Battle Royal. This "Gimmick" Battle Royal will be for the Women's Championship! Thank you, good night!
Phil: What? That last thing didn't make sense.
Steve: Oh well, Battle Royals are fun!
Connor leaves ringside and goes backstage, as a familiar video plays on the strike-tron.
(There is no music heard at all, all we see is static and the words can be heard. But at the end of each word there is a slight static noise to it.) ~ Greatness Has Met Its Match ~ (Still no music, and the static stays on the screen, but as the words are heard they come through the static. The words are red and blood drips from them, as each drip of blood drips off a noise can be heard as if it has fallen down a well.) ~ Business In Strike Fantasy Towers Is About To Pick Up ~ (There is a slight whisper and then the words are muttered, but as this happens the static explodes and we can see gold melting in the background and through this gold we see the words in black.) ~ All History Is About To Be Wiped, New History Is About To Be Written ~ (The camera nows moves and we see the gold lying on a floor. The gold now looks as though it has something written on it and these words are then heard. The voice it is in, is of desperation. The voice has static to it again, but this time along with the desperation and the static we hear a scream.) ~ God Has Sent, Divine Intervention Into Strike Fantasy Towers, To Change The Rules ~ (Letters begin bouncing around the screen and we then can hear a voice as if it is spoken inside a huge empty room. The letters stop bouncing around the screen and fall into place and we see the words on the screen. The background is of white clouds, but with a hint of red horns.) ~ Coming To Strike Fantasy Towers In August ~ (This time we see the Tag Team Championship, The Television Championship, The United Stated Championship and the Intercontinental Championship all side by side. Then all the titles move towards the center and the Strike Fantasy Towers World Heavyweight Title is seen) ~ Divine Intervention, Only God Can Stop Our Greatness ~ (The World title now has D.I painted onto the gold part of the title. The World title then explodes and we see four shadowed figures, then static cuts in to the feed, it keeps cutting back and forth between the shadowed figures and the static then a life support machines beeping can be heard and then with the last beep the scene cuts out and all you hear is the noise as if someone had just died.) Steve: I'm not sure, but that same video was shown at the PPV. Phil: Looks like something else is on the Striketron. Steve: This event is full with stuff! We go backstage once again to find ourselves in a dark room, seems we are in the boiler room, its very dark and we can’t see hardly any thing, again the sound has been cut out. We find our way near one of the boilers to find Nathan Gust hanging by both his arms, and a rope wrapped around his neck, we can tell that he was burned very badly. Suddenly three masked men appear, they pull off there masks to reveal that its Hardcore Hect, Arsan Ayers, and AJ Veritos! Hect walks over to Gust and takes a can of beer, opens it up, and pours it all over Gust’s paints, he then grabs another one, opens it up, and pours it all over Gust’s groan area. Arsan then has a sadistic smile on his face, he then takes a match, lights it and walks over to Gust, opens up Gust’s paints and drops the match! Gust’s lower area then ignites into a fiery ball, suddenly the sound comes back on to hear the screams of Nathan Gust. Aj who is holding onto the ropes, lets them loose so that Gust hits the pavement very hard, Aj then pulls him back up once again, and lets go of the ropes and Gust hits the floor hard, Gust is now out cold and still burning alive as we fade to ringside. Phil: What the hell is going on!? Steve: Goodness gracios GREAT BALLS OF FIRE! Phil: That was uncalled for. Main Event
Phil: And it's main event time.
Steve: WOOOOO GO GARY MAC!!!
~PERFECTION HAS ARRIVED~
Appears on the tron and then the lights in the arena blackout, a green spotlight begins searching throughout the arena, the fans begin to boo. The spotlight goes faster and faster, the guitar rift can be heard, the spotlight gets even faster then the opening of "Cochise" By Audioslave begins to blare out and the spotlight stops on the entrance way. The Lights stay out as the fans booing become louder.
GO ON AND SAVE YOUR SELF!!!
Gary Mac then walks out from the back with his black wrestling tights on with green lightning down each side. With the Words The Real Deal inscribed onto the back of it. The fans boo as Mac wears a Black T-Shirt with the words Too Fucking Good inscribed onto the front of it. Mac smirks towards the fans and then begins to head towards the ring, walking past the fans and as he does he he spits on one while wiping his forehead and throwing the sweat onto the fans. Mac reaches the ring and he leaps up onto the ring apron. Gary turns around and poses for the fans before leaping over the top rope and landing on his feet. Mac then takes of his T-Shirt and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Mac poses once more before throwing the T-Shirt into the crowd and then he jumps down and waits on his opponent.
Steve: Mac is owning this match. OWN-ING!
Phil: God you're obsessed.
"When We Ride On Our Enemies" by 2Pac begins playing, the lights go off, a loud bang is heard. Then red and gold lights flash, and then we see AJ Veritos come out from the back. He makes his way to the ring. Suddenly the lights go out in the arena. A fight is heard from the aisle, but nothing can be seen. We then hear noises in the ring, one noise sounding like a crack of a steel chair and then a scream. The arena lights come back on, and AJ is seen in the middle of the ring, a puddle of blood forming around his head, and a steel chair laying next to him. A swatstika had been made from AJ Veritos' blood. Gary Mac is seen outside the ring. He slides into the ring, and looks around. The ref is in the corner, stunned at the site of AJ. Mac pushes the ref down next to AJ, and Mac pins AJ.
1...
2...
3!
Steve: MY GOD, HE'S WON THE FIRST FALL! HE'S IN THE LEAD!
Phil: After Holocaust whooped AJ.
Steve: This must be retaliation for all the stuff going on tonight.
Phil: Gary Mac doesn't deserve this win!
Steve: Shut up.
Mac stays on AJ and the ref counts for the 2nd fall.
1...
2...
3!
Steve: HE'S DONE IT, AFTER A HARD FOUGHT MATCH MAC BEATS VERITOS!
Phil: You're retarded...wait, what's this? Mac is telling the referee to count again. And he's doing it!
1...
2....
3!
Phil: Oh, that's just insult to injury.
Steve: THAT'S GENIUS! It's ultimate defeat.
Phil: Yea, yea. Well, there's your winner, I supppose.
Winner: Gary Mac by three pinfalls Ending
Gary Mac stands up and raises his hands, when WAR producer Connor MacDaddy gets on the Striketron.
Connor MacDaddy: Gary, Congradulations on your undefeated streak. There is one other person in SFT that I can think of with an impressive undefeated streak. He belongs to the worst stable in SFT history, Holocaust. His name is Havoc. If you want something bigger in SFT. You have to end his streak. Next week on WAR, it will be Gary Mac vs. Havoc in a... Submission match. I want his first loss to be him giving up. Do me proud Mac. Make WAR proud.
Gary Mac smiles and nods his head in approval. As another image appears on the Striketron...
Now, we find ourselves on top the arena, again the sound is cut off, we find Paul Philips hanging on for dear life as he is hanging down over the edge, holding him is nothing more then rope that is tied around his wriest. Suddenly we see Erik Dean, who looks like hell might I add. Dean then walks over to Paul, who is still conches to our surprise. Suddenly the sound comes back on.
Erik Dean: Paul, you thought you and your group were so bad, did you really think that you could attack the staff and get away with it? And expect me and others not to fight back? Or did you think that if we did you would see it coming? Because I bet in a million years that you would have never seen you hanging over a building.
Paul: Go…
Dean then kicks Paul in the head.
Erik Dean: Did I say you could speak peon? NO! Tonight me and my men have taken you all out with ease, you all should feel ashamed of yourselves, it was nothing but a peace of cake for me and my outlawz. But now, I feel as if your time is up… Good day.
Paul: No…
Dean then lets the rope around his wriest and Paul begins to drop, the picture fades away but we can still here the screams from the crowd, and Dean laughing in the backround… we then fade away.
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