Posted 16 September 2007 - 10:01 PM
The Khaostron shows Bob Lancelot walking down a corridor in anticipation for his match. At one point, the corridor intersects with another, and Dark Schnitzel can be seen in the background, sitting on a blue steel chair. Schnitzel calls out to Bob.
Schnitzel: Bob Lancelot.
Bob stops dead in his tracks, but doesn't turn to face Schnitzel.
Bob: What the fuck do you want?
Schnitzel: Come forth.
Bob turns his head and looks at Schnitzel.
Bob: Why should I fuckface?
Schnitzel: We have something to discuss.
The camera follows Bob as he walks over to Schnitzel. Schnitzel is heaving heavily, as result of the beating he's sustained in his match (If I lose, any injury I sustain in the match can be carried over to this segment).
Bob: Yeah, what is it? Spill it.
Schnitzel: *Not looking at Bob* Your alliance with Jace Mingla.
Bob: What about it?
Schnitzel: It is interfering with our already existing alliance, and with my plans. Therefore, you must end it.
Bob looks at Schnitzel without saying anything. Then he begins to turn red, and his tone becomes more offensive.
Bob: Since when have I done anything you told me to? Just who the fuck do you think you are?
Schnitzel: It seems you have forgotten who's gotten you this far.
Bob: Excuse me?
Schnitzel: I have been instrumental in your success. I am the reason why you even tasted gold in the first place.
Bob: Oh yeah, some big help you are. You're the one who also "helped" me lose my title to Carpenter, remember?
Schnitzel: Is it my fault that you always seem to choke whenever you there's something big on the line? I have not woven that fate for you.
Bob gets real close to Schnitzel.
Bob: Listen to me, you big sack of shit. I'M the reason why I'M successful. I don't need your fucking help. Who are you? Nobody! That's right nobody! The only reason I lost the TV Title is because I don't fucking need it. That shit's beneath me. I have better things in mind, like winning the TKOW Title, and I don't need you in order to do it. Do you understand me?!
Schnitzel: Alliances are only broken by blood. Ours is not broken, and so you will respect it. My plans will not be altered due to your insignificant whims.
Bob: Fuck you, okay? Fuck you! I can do whatever the fuck I want, and you can't do jack shit about it. We don't even fucking talk, you just show up randomly and interfere in my matches. You think I need that shit?
Schnitzel: I have plans Bob, you don't interfere in my plans.
Bob sneers and puts his face right in front of Schnitzel.
Bob: I don't care about your fucking plans, cumstain. I'm going to do whatever I fucking feel like, and you can't do a thing about it.
Schnitzel: I shall punish Jace Mingla for interfering with my plans, and everything will be restored to its rightful order.
Bob: You can't win a match to save your fucking life. You're all talk. I hope Mingla will rip out your spleen. So go fuck yourself. You…You know what I'm going to do in a little while? I'm gonna go out there and do what I do best, and that's being hardcore. And then I'm going to win the TKOW Title, and strike alliances with every fucker in the locker room besides you. You want to try and stop me? Just try. I will fucking kill you.
Bob spits in Schnitzel's face and walks away.
Schnitzel: *Sigh* Splendid…
The lights dim in the arena and "Hardcore" by FEEL blasts through the loud speakers. Bob Lancelot walks through the curtain, wearing black tights with orange ligthening bolts on them and no shirt.
Yuri Testkov: INTRODUCING THE FIRST COMPETITOR. FROM OXFORD ENGLAND, STANDING FIVE FOOT TEN AND WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED THIRTY POUNDS, "THE HARDCORE SUPERSTAR" .... BOB... LANNNNNNCELOOOOTTT~!
Bob slides under the bottom rope and climbs the far right turnbuckle. He then hops of the turnbuckle and awaits his opponent.
Tito: Despite being in the center of a heated dispute between Dark Schnitzel and Jace Mingla, Bob Lancelot has been quiet as of late. Did he really strike an alliance with Jace Mingla? If so, how will it come to effect in this match?
Melvyn: And I'm asking Tito, who gives a shit? These schmucks have so many ways of kicking each other ass in this match, and you're worried if two of them touched each other's pee-pee?
Tito: Melvyn! Watch your language!
Melvyn: It's a PPV, schmuck. I can say whatever the hell I want!
As the crowd goes silent, a song familiar to many on Guitar Hero 1 fills the arena through the PA system and the rise to their feet casting their eyes toward the entrance. From behind the curtains emerges Avian, he walks out onto the stage and makes his way down the aisle, approaching the ring at a normal pace. His eyes, though that of innocense along with the expression on his face which is calm and carefree. His eyes focus only on the ring as he draws closer to the squared structure.
Yuri Testkov: INTRODUCING THE SECOND COMPETITOR. FROM SEATTLE WASHINGTON, WEIGHING IN AT 185 POUNDS.... AVIAN!!!
Avian tags the hands of fans which are extended out to him, letting them know his appreciation for each and everyone of them. As he arrives to the ring he turns to his left and walks over to the steps. Avian climbs the steps one by one until he reaches the ring ropes in which he steps through the center one then makes his way over to the right corner opposite of that which faces the entrance and awaits for the match to begin.
Tito: Newcomer Avian is looking to make a splash here in TKOW, and a win over these regulars could do the trick.
Melvyn: The schmuck has a better chance of pissing himself than winning this thing.
What kind of a stupid name is Avian? What does he think he is, water?
Tito: I'm pretty sure that wasn't his intention when he chose that name.
Avian reaches the ring as Lancelot exits it. Lancelot picks up a nearby chair and stares at Avian, who stares back.
"Viva Rock" by Orange Range hits as Brandon Young emerges from backstage. He stops and looks down at the ring, seeing Bob Lancelot already there... and grins. He makes his way down the ring, focusing on Lancelot.
Yuri Testkov: INTRODUCING THE THIRD COMPETITOR. FROM HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA... WEIGHING IN AT 205 POUNDS... "THE DEMON FOX" BRANDON... YOUUUUUNNNNNNGGG!!!
Tito: Brandon Young probably still has beef with Bob Lancelot over the nasty comments the latter said about Kaycee Tanner. I won't be surprised if this gets very ugly very soon.
Melvyn: It better damn well be. With only three matches on this freakin' show, they better take elephants out of their asses and beat each other with them.
Bob is reluctant to enter the ring and chooses to mouth off Brandon who had just stepped between the ropes. Brandon tries to get back out and chase Bob, but he is stopped by Avian.
Avian: Wait till the match starts man.
Brandon shoves Avian down in response and begins to pounce on him!
Tito: Would you look at that! These two are already starting to brawl, and Mingla hasn't even been announced yet!
Melvyn: Woo hoo! That's what I'm talking about!
"The Devil's Rejects" by Rob Zombie hits as Mingla appears from behind the curtains and runs down the ramp to the ring.
Yuri Testkov: *Caught by surprise* INTRODUCING THE FINAL COMPETITOR FOR THIS MATCH... JACE MINGLAAAAA!!!
Mingla quickly enters the ring, and so does Bob as the ref rings the bell.
Tito: And the match begins! Remember folks, these competitors have 30 minutes to get all six falls. If they fail to do so within the time limits, then the man with the most falls wins the match.
[TIME: 30:00
AVIAN: 0:0
BOB LANCELOT: 0:0
BRANDON YOUNG: 0:0
JACE MINGLA: 0:0]
Bob and Mingla break Avian and Young apart and whip them into opposite corners. Bob and Young slug it out in one corner while Mingla and Avian do the same in the opposite corner. Bob and Mingla then whip Avian and Young to the center of the ring. Young attempts to clothesline Avian, who ducks it. Avian runs towards Bob and attempts a flying clothesline, but Bob ducks it and Avian hits the top turnbuckle. Bob trips Avian, and catches his legs, attempting a slingshot. Bob manages it, but Avian prevents the impact by holding on to the top ropes. Avian then catches Bob's heads with his legs and sends himself and Lancelot over the top rope and to the floor. Meanwhile, Young hits Mingla with a top rope wheelbarrow kick. He then hits Mingla with a few chops, until Mingla manages to block one of them. He then gives Young a judo throw, causing him to fall straight on his ass. He then kicks him harshly in the face.
Tito: Now that will hurt in the morning!
Melvyn: Yo Tito, I gotta ask you something.
Tito: What is it?
Melvyn: If you could go back in time, would you do your mother if she's hot?
Tito: Ewwww no! That's incest!
Melvyn: What? I'll use a condom, I swear!
Tito: That is really disgusting.
Melvyn: But say you do her, and she gets pregnant. Do you think the kid would be an exact copy of yourself?
Tito: I really don't want to talk about this Melvyn! Mother, if you're watching this, I love with all my heart, just not in that way…
Out of the ring, Bob slams Avian's head on the apron. Bob then whips him into the guardrail. Avian crashes back first into the guardrail, causing him to cry out. Bob then takes a fork out of his trunks and begins to carve Avian's forehead, soon drawing blood. Back in the ring, Mingla is setting up for a fisherman's suplex, but Young fights out of it and manages to hit a DDT. Young then runs to the ropes and hits a baseball slide on the unsuspecting Bob, who is still forking Avian near the guardrail. The hit causes Bob to tumble over Avian and the guardrail.
Tito: Lots of action going on at ringside right now.
Melvyn: Look, that little schmuck still has that fork shoved in his forehead!
[TIME: 27:09
AVIAN: 0:0
BOB LANCELOT: 0:0
BRANDON YOUNG: 0:0
JACE MINGLA: 0:0]
Unfortunately for Avian, the blow causes Bob to jam the fork further into his flesh, and it is now stuck. Avian cries out in immense pain. He gets up and pulls the fork out of his forehead, and blood comes spraying out, staining his silver-blue hair and face. Meanwhile Mingla gets up and pulls up Young. Young tries to hit with a spinning heel kick, but Mingla dodges it. Mingla kicks Young in the stomach, and quickly hits Vindication. Mingla covers Young, unbeknownst to Avian climbing the ropes and jumping off, hitting both Mingla and Young with Broken Silence (630 leg drop) before the ref can even begin to count. The now heavily bleeding Avian then covers Young himself, while Mingla rolls to the outside.
1
2
3!
[TIME: 25:13
AVIAN: Pin 1:0
BOB LANCELOT: 0:0
BRANDON YOUNG: 0:-1
JACE MINGLA: 0:0]
Tito: Five minutes into the match and Avian has scored the first fall, but I don't think he'll be able to continue much further in the grave condition he's in.
Melvyn: You call that grave? That's bleeding for pussies! I bled more than that from a freaking paper cut.
Tito: Yes, I'm sure that when Bob Lancelot decides to jam a fork into your forehead, you won't shed but a couple of drops. Want me to call him over here so we can test that theory?
Melvyn: …
Blood is beginning to cover the mat and there's blood covering the most of Young's torso. The ref asks Avian if he can continue, and Avian nods his head. Avian rolls out of the ring and walks to the announcers table area. He locates one of the Paramedics at ringside, and takes a handful of bandages from his jump kit. Avian then begins to wrap the bandages around his head, in order to stop the bleeding. The camera shifts to Mingla, who is sitting with his back to the guardrail, resting and holding his neck, when suddenly Bob emerges from behind the guardrail and begins to choke him out. They both struggle for bit, and Mingla eventually manages to snapmare Bob back into ring side. Avian, who has pretty much taped his entire head with bandages, utilizes the fact that Bob is on his back and hits a rolling thunder on him.
[TIME: 22:31
AVIAN: Pin 1:0
BOB LANCELOT: 0:0
BRANDON YOUNG: 0:-1
JACE MINGLA: 0:0]
Tito: Looks like Lancelot and Mingla's alliance wasn't supposed to last much in this match.
Melvyn: That Avian schmuck looks like the younger, shorter, faggier version of Carpenter.
Avian tries to get up, but Mingla gets on top of him and locks in a camel clutch. A ringside ref comes and checks the situation. At first, Avian refuses to tap, but after a few headbutts by Mingla which threaten to rip open his bandages, he has no choice but to. Mingla picks him up for a fireman's carry, when Young hits them both with a moonsault from the apron.
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
[TIME: 20:12
AVIAN: Pin 1:-1
BOB LANCELOT: 0:0
BRANDON YOUNG: 0:-1
JACE MINGLA: Sub 1:0]
Tito: Mingla gets his first fall in this match, and was probably looking to get the second before Young interfered.
Melvyn: Ten minutes into the match and no one has set himself on fire yet! What is this, Diff'rent Strokes?
Tito: Watchoo talkin' about Melvyn?
Melvyn: Shit Tito, you wanna be Gary Coleman? I think that's a new low for you.
Tito: I DO NOT want to be Gary Coleman.
Melvyn: What's wrong with being Gary Coleman Tito? You got a problem with little people?
Tito: No I don't!
Melvyn: Come on Tito, you really should come clean about it now so you can some treatment.
Tito: I really hate you right now…
Melvyn: Well it's a good thing you can't fire a gun for shit then.
Lancelot is the first to get up. When he sees that all of the other three down, he shouts.
Lancelot: Claire!!!!! Get the fucking cart!!!
The camera shifts to Claire walking down the ramp, pushing a shopping cart filled with forks.
Tito: What is he going to do with that?
Melvyn: More importantly, why is this schmuck so obsessed with forks? Did his mommy shove one up his ass when he was ten? I mean, imagine if she shoved some chop sticks instead of forks. That would have made him reallllly deadly.
Claire gives over the reigns of the cart to Bob, who waits for one of them to get up. Young is the first one to do so. Bob stalks him, and then rushes at him with the cart. Young doesn't see it until it is too late, and he is hit at full force by the cart, causing him to fall down. Bob then throws the cart on him, pouring its content on Young. Young is almost covered entirely by the forks. A recently recovered Mingla then gives Lancelot a vicious side kick to the lower abdomen, which causes Bob to fall back on the guard rail while firmly grabbing his side. Avian grabs one of the tables stationed at ringside, and throws it at Mingla, who catches it horizontally. Avian then hits the table with a dropkick, causing it to break on Mingla's face. Mingla falls down, and rolls under the ring. Avian then goes after Bob, and locks him in an abdominal stretch. Bob screams as Avian applies more pressure.
[TIME: 17:23
AVIAN: Pin 1:-1
BOB LANCELOT: 0:0
BRANDON YOUNG: 0:-1
JACE MINGLA: Sub 1:0]
Tito: Avian is putting more and more pressure on the hurting Bob Lancelot, hoping to crack him and his second fall. What is Mingla doing under ring?
Melvyn: Hopefully smoking something, that schmuck is way too uptight.
Tito: I think that'll make him even more dangerous.
Meanwhile, Young slowly gets up from beneath the barrage of forks, covered in scratches and small bruises all over his body. He sees Bob locked in the abdominal stretch by Avian. Young then climbs the guardrail and stands on it. He then runs on the guardrail in Avian's direction, and when he reaches him, Young jumps off in hits Avian with a hurricanrana, causing him to release the hold on Bob. Mingla emerges from beneath the ring, holding a box of matches in one hand and a bottle of gasoline in the other. He lets out a sadistic smile.
Tito: Things are about to get a lot more dangerous. Mingla and fire is a bad combination.
Melvyn: You mean, things are about to get a lot more interesting. Unfortunately, these pussies will probably be hosed down before the fire even sets in. You schmucks don't need fire extinguishers. Let the fire burn itself out!
Bob sees Mingla with the matches and the gasoline and decides to roll under the ring himself. Mingla walks over to the fallen Avian, and locks his head with one arm, pressing it into his torso. With his other hand, he opens the bottle of gasoline and begins to pour its contents on Avian's bandaged head. Young recovers and sees Mingla looking for the matches. He wastes no time and climbs the apron, gets close to Mingla without him noticing and then shouts at him to get his attention. Young back flips from the apron and grabs Mingla's head, and uses the momentum to drop him into a DDT!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy Shit!
Tito: Reality Check on Mingla! Young may have just knocked him out cold!
The ringside ref begins the count on Mingla while Young and Avian are struggling to get up. Bob is still hiding under the ring.
One!
Mingla isn't moving, Young is stirring a little bit, and Avian manages to push himself away from the mattresses with his hand. His face is dripping wet with gasoline.
Two!
Mingla is still motionless. Young is starting to get up, while Avian is on one knee.
Three!
Avian is on both of his knees. Young is using the guardrail for leverage in order to get on his feet. Mingla is still lying on his stomach.
Four!
Avian gets to his feet, while Young is on one knee. Avian grabs his head and shakes it around, trying to wipe off the gasoline. Mingla's still down.
Five!
Avian sees Young getting up and runs towards him. Young notices Avian, but he still has trouble getting back on his feet. Mingla is still down.
Six!
Young notices the box of matches next to Mingla, and reaches his hand out to take it. Avian stops running in order to catch a breather and holds his chest and head. Mingla has the slightest of stirs.
Seven!
Young grabs the matchbox. He wildly opens it, and the entire matches drop out of the box and onto the floor. He takes one and tries to light it, yet it breaks. Young tries another, but that one also breaks. Avian is done resting, and he continues to run towards Young. Mingla begins to stir, and he flips over.
Eight!
Young tries match after match, but they all break. Avian reaches Young, and jumps and lunges his knee forward, looking for a flying knee strike. However, Young finally manages to light a match. He flicks the match at Avian and ducks. The match hits Avian's head, causing it to immediately catch fire. The fire quickly spreads, and Avian's entire head is aflame! Mingla sits up and hold his head.
Nine!
Avian jumps over Young and rolls on the floor, trying to put out the inferno that is his head while screaming his lungs out. Mingla gets to one knee. The ref attention is averted to the flaming Avian, and he stops the count.
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Tito: My god! Avian is on fire! Someone do something!
Melvyn: I can piss on him if you want.
Tito: Now's not the time for jokes Melvyn! This is serious!
Melvyn: What? It works in Postal 2. Well, unless you play the enhanced game. Then you have a burning piss, which doesn't really hel-
Tito: Shut up Melvyn!!!
Paramedics rush to Avian and attempt to extinguish the fire. Young and Mingla both get back on their feet, and watch the paramedics' attempts to put out the flames that encage Avian's head. One with awe, the other with total pleasure. Suddenly, both of them fall down. Bob then appears from beneath the ring, holding a table.
[TIME: 10:31
AVIAN: Pin 1:-2
BOB LANCELOT: 0:0
BRANDON YOUNG: Inf 1:-1
JACE MINGLA: Sub 1:0]
Tito: It's Bob! He tripped them both!
Melvyn: Now that's a smart panda.
The Paramedics are successful in extinguishing the fire, and the camera focuses on Avian's now smoldered face. It is hard to distinguish between the bandages and his head. Avian rolls around a little and the paramedics are calling in for a stretcher. Meanwhile, Bob thwacks Young and Mingla with the table in order to keep them down, and then sets it up. Bob picks the bottle of gasoline, and tries to douse the table, but the bottle is empty. Bob throws down the bottle in a tantrum, and tries to go under the ring again in search for a new one, but both Young and Mingla grab his legs and prevent him from doing so. Mingla tries to pick him up, yet Young kicks Mingla in the head. Mingla retaliates by spearing Young, and the two begin to trade blows, which allows Bob to slip back under the ring. The camera shifts to the paramedics and EMTs loading Avian on the stretcher and begin to move him.
Tito: The clock is ticking and the match is nearing its end. Jace Mingla, Avian, and Brandon Young have one fall each, but it's not too late for Bob Lancelot to score one of his own. Remember, if all of the remaining competitors have the same amount of falls, we will go into sudden de- *To Melvyn* What are you doing?
Melvyn is unscrewing a toothpaste tube.
Melvyn: What does it look like? I'm going to brush my teeth.
Melvyn opens the tube and takes out a toothbrush from one of his pockets.
Tito: *Angered* Do you have to do it now?!
Melvyn: Well I forgot to do it in the morning!
Tito: We're in the middle of calling a match!
Melvyn: You SO don't want to be in my mouth right now. It smells like a combination of a dead skunk and a burrito that was scraped off the feet of Communist John. You can smell it if you don't believe me.
Melvyn stands up, leans over Tito and opens his mouth. Tito turns green.
Tito: For the love of God, close your mouth!
Melvyn closes his mouth and sits back on his seat.
Melvyn: See? Am I lying now schmuck?
Tito: *sinks back into his seat.* Fine, but do it quickly.
Melvyn puts a crapload of paste on his brush and begins to brush his teeth.
Bob re-emerges from under the ring, this time holding a brand new bottle of gasoline. He pours it on the table he'd set up. Bob then starts to look for the matches. Mingla gives Young a hard forearm to the jaw, which succeeds in keeping him down. Mingla gets up and stalks Bob, who is still looking for the matches. Mingla grabs Bob from behind and hits a leg sweep facebuster. At this point of the match, it seems to have knocked the wind out of both of them, as both of them stay down. Bob rolls on his back and grabs his face, checking if he has broken his nose. Meanwhile, Young slowly recovers. He gets up, and while holding his jaw, goes near the side of the ring where Bob set up the table, and looks under the apron. He soon finds something, and it takes him a while until he pulls a very long ladder. He slides it into the ring, and the slides in himself.
[TIME: 6:24
AVIAN: Pin 1:-2
BOB LANCELOT: 0:0
BRANDON YOUNG: Inf 1:-1
JACE MINGLA: Sub 1:0]
Tito: Nearly 24 minutes into the match and the ladder makes its first appearance. Brandon Young is going for the ladder fall, and what could be a more perfect opportunity as both Mingla and Lancelot are seemingly down and out. Does Young have enough strength in him to climb that tall ladder? Will he be the one to advance to the next round?
Melvyn is still brushing his teeth, as foam flows downwards from the sides of his mouth.
Tito: How long does it take you to wash your teeth? It's been two minutes!
Melvyn: *While still brushing his teeth, foam flowing down his chin.* Well I have to be thorough, Tito.
Tito: Wait, what's this?!
The crowd explodes in cheers, as Avian is seen struggling to get off of the stretcher halfway up the ramp. He is screaming "Let me go!" while rocking the stretcher, threatening to turn it over. The paramedics stop in their footsteps, and they try to restrain him but to no vain. After realizing that they can’t stop him, the paramedics unhook the straps and aid Avian to get on his feet. With newfound, unexplained strength, Avian rushes back to the ring. While this is all happening, Brandon sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring and slowly but surely begins to climb it. Mingla and Bob are beginning to shake off the cobwebs.
Tito: I can't believe it! This kid, who had his forehead torn apart by a fork, who barley survived an incident that could have ended his career, more importantly his life, is not giving up! He's coming back for more; he wants to win this thing! This kid is one tough bastard!
Melvyn is still brushing his teeth, and foam is now dripping on his shirt and pants.
Mingla and Bob are trying to get up when they see Avian running at them at full speed. Bob is quick to his wits and quickly rolls once again under the ring. Mingla, who notices Avian a little later than Bob, narrowly evades a clothesline attempt by Avian and slides into the ring. Avian looks at Mingla and then takes one of the matches spread on the floor, lights it with the matchbox, and throws it in the direction of the table that is doused with gasoline, igniting it!
Tito: How can he even get near fire after what he's been through!?
Avian rolls into the ring, and is immediately greeted with a barrage of fists by Mingla. However, Avian fights back! Meanwhile, Bob emerges once again from under the ring, holding another table. Bob slides it in the ring with him, and sets up behind Young, who is more than halfway up the ladder, and so he doesn't Bob's actions. Bob then begins to climb the ladder himself, and manages to catch up with Young. Lancelot then grabs Young's waist and begins to pull. At this point of the match Young is too tired and aching to resist. Bob yanks him off the ladder with a release German suplex, that's sends Young crashing into the table below with a sickening thud!
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
[TIME: 5:03
AVIAN: Pin 1:-2
BOB LANCELOT: Tab 1:0
BRANDON YOUNG: Inf 1:-2
JACE MINGLA: Sub 1:0]
Tito: Look at that! Bob is still clinging to the ladder!
Bob is still holding on to the ladder using his legs and he is hanging upside down on it. Bob then releases his leg hold while holding on to the ladder with his hands in an attempt to reverse his position. His legs land on one of the levels below him, nearly breaking it. The ladder shakes strongly, but, fortunately for Bob, it doesn't fall down and Bob continues to climb up the ladder. Meanwhile, Mingla and Avian are brawling with all they've got. Mingla gives Avian a huge punch, yet Avian rebounds on the ropes and gives Mingla a knocker of his own and Mingla does the same thing.
Tito: Bob Lancelot is nearly at the top of the ladder with less than four minutes left on the clock! Will he be able to do it?
Bob reaches the top of the ladder and grabs hold of one of the cap six-shooters that are secured to cables. He shoots it.
*BANG!*
At the sound of the caps going off, Avian and Mingla discontinue their brawl and turn to look at Bob at the top of the ladder, shooting the gun.
*BANG!*
They look at each other and then rush to the ladder.
*BANG!*
They grab it from the side opposite to Bob and tip it.
*BANG!*
Bob struggles to stay on the ladder and keep hold of the gun.
*BANG!*
Bob loses his grip on the gun and grabs for the ladder.
Tito: So close! He got 5 shots of the 6 he needed. If he can just grab it again and get that 6th shot!
Bob makes a grab for the gun again, but the ladder begins to fall and Lancelot's hand just misses the pistol grip. He falls down from the top of the falling ladder and through the burning table!
Crowd: Bob is dead! Bob is dead! Bob is dead!
Tito: Oh my God! This is completely unbelievable! I don't think Bob will able to walk out of this, alive even! My God…
Melvyn uses Tito's distracted state to his favor and spits in his cup.
EMT's are immediately surrounding Bob, and put out the flaming table. The camera catches a glimpse of Bob's trunks catching fire before it quickly put out. Others are trying to pull Young out of the ring.
Tito: *Regaining his composure* Well as we can see, it looks as Bob Lancelot has caught fire in addition to being put trough a table, so I believe that it counts as a double fall for the both of them. With three falls each, now we know the next fall in this match will be the decisive and, with a bit over two minutes left in the clock, they better know that, too.
[TIME: 2:25
AVIAN: Pin Tab Inf 3:-2
BOB LANCELOT: Tab 1:-2
BRANDON YOUNG: Inf 1:-2
JACE MINGLA: Sub Tab Inf 3:0]
Both Mingla and Avian quickly glance at the timer and then each of them grabs the ladder and together they set it at the middle of the ring. They begin to climb from different ends of the ladder, and once they reach the top, they begin to slug it out with all the strength they have left.
Tito: *Screaming* Come on kid! You've worked so far, you got this far! You're one tough kid; I know you can do it! You can do it kid, you can beat Mingla!
Mingla lays a hard blow to Avian who reels from the hit and slips! The crowd gasps then relaxes as he catches himself on the rail and rung of the ladder on the side. Jace takes the opportunity and reaches up and grabs the pistol and fires!
*BANG!*
Avian hears and instead of climbing back up his side, he swings his feet toward the inside and kicks at Jaces' legs through the rungs!
*BANG!*
Jace manages to hang onto the grip but his feet are swept out from under him!
*BANG!*
Avian draws back and kicks at Mingla through the ladder again and this time he swings him out. Jace grabs the ladder with one hand as the ladder rocks precariously, but he pulls the ladder back by keeping hold of the gun! Avian uses the momentum to swing himself back out to his own side and scampers up the rungs toward the top.
*BANG!*
Tito: Four shots for Mingla! He only needs 2 more to get the ladder fall!
As Mingla regains his footing and grip on the ladder, Avian leans over the top of the ladder and grabs Mingla's arm and then attempts to swing out, but Mingla grabs him by the hair of his head with his other arm, lets go of the gun and slams Avian back into the ladder as it starts to tip, righting it.
Tito: THIRTY SECONDS LEFT! WILL WE GO INTO SUDDEN DEATH?!
Mingla sends a thunderous elbow that seemingly knocks Avian out. Mingla keeps hold of Avian and hoists him on his shoulders. Mingla balances himself for a second or two and then jumps off, hitting the Martyr Maker on Avian from the top of the ladder! Mingla pins!
1...
2...
3!!!!!!!
[TIME: 0:20
AVIAN: Pin Tab Inf 3:-3
BOB LANCELOT: Tab 1:-2
BRANDON YOUNG: Inf 1:-2
JACE MINGLA: Sub Tab Inf Pin 4:0]
Mingla gets to his knees and then his feet and looks at the time. He stumbles to the ladder and starts to climb again. Brandon Young shoves the ladder over after getting to his feet!
Tito: What's Mingla doing? He's already got 4 falls!
Melvyn: Did you get the $10,000 bonus for perfect 6 falls?
Brandon Young climbs out of the remains of the table, climbs into the ring and rams the ladder, forcing Mingla to drop off it to the mat.
The crowd counts down.
Crowd: Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!
Mingla glares at Young, but leans against the ropes and rests.
Crowd: FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!!
The bell rings at zero. A ref slides into the ring and holds up Mingla's arm.
Yuri Testkov: ADVANCING TO THE SIX-SHOOTER IRON CHALLENGE FINALS.... JAAAAACCE MMMIIIIIIIIIINNNGGGLLLAAAAA!!!
"The Devil's Rejects" by Rob Zombie hits as paramedics are pretty much all over ringside, tending to the wrestlers. The camera focuses on Avian pitch black face, now decorated in crimson red, and on Young's bloody and beaten face, and his scratch filled body. The camera then focuses on Bob reaction less face, as he is being put in a cervical collar.
Tito: What carnage, what total and utter carnage! These four men have used every ounce of power in their bodies, both mentally and physically, to win this match. Eventually, it was Jace Mingla who braved the battle, and who will go on to face three other wrestlers in the finals. Is this mayhem just a taste of things to come? Oh, I have to take a drink break, my throat is killing me.
Melvyn watches in anticipation as Tito drinks from his cup, without noticing what's in it. Not a second goes by and Tito spits what he has consumed in disgust, and looks at his cup. Then, he looks at Melvyn.
Tito: *With a murderous look in his eyes* You… bastard…
Melvyn: *Snickering* Good one, huh?
Tito: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!
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