The scene opens up backstage we see “Mr. Fantastic” other wise known as “The perfect specimen” Damien D’Angelo standing in front of his dressing room. D’Angelo can be seen dressed too impress, wearing a Black suit made of Armani. His shoulder length jet Black hair can be seen cascading down his shoulders along side him can be seen the beautiful Sarah Thompson who can be seen dressed in a dark Red dress. Her golden blonde hair can be seen draping down her shoulders like a rapid waterfall.
Sarah Thompson: Tonight I have the opportunity too speak with The Asylums newest signed superstar who’s been named…
She says as she gets cut off in mid sentence of introducing the young superstar who just signed with the Asylum. The Asylums cameras turn towards the young superstar.
Damien D’Angelo: Thanks anyways Sarah but I need no introduction, and yes as Sarah was about too say I am “Mr. Fantastic” and I damn well am the perfect specimen of what a true superstar should be, a true warrior, or should I say gladiator for the most part!
Sarah Thompson: Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, he is The Asylums newest signed superstar, coming from Phoenix, Arizona. Now Damien everyone’s wondering what exactly are your intentions here in The Asylum!
Damien D’Angelo: Well Sarah my intentions too be honest are too do one thing, that one thing is too become The Asylums man too beat, in other words its poster boy!
Sarah Thompson: The Asylums poster Boy?
Damien D’Angelo: Oh I do indeed, I plan on climbing The Asylums rankings like no other, and what I mean by that is becoming the youngest superstar too ever hold a Asylum Championship title no matter what it’ll take I’ll accomplish it, and I’ll do it with pride as lets face it…
D’Angelo pauses for a second as he begins admiring himself.
Damien D’Angelo: I mean lets face it, I’m destine for greatness here in the Asylum, I’m not some over the night fade, I’m the real deal, I’ve got the eight pack abs, the thick biceps and the rock solid calves that every woman dreams of having waking up too her the next morning, I mean you know it and well I obvious know it and that being… nothing beats Greatness, and Greatness I am just look am me!
Sarah exams D’Angelo as he stands next too her, looking at her with a cocky grin going across his face.
Damien D’Angelo: Can I say anymore Sarah, even your beautiful self cant seem too resist yours truly, your standing next too the greatest thing too ever hit a professional wrestling ring, and well this pathetic promotion we all have come too know as The Asylum, I plan on rising up through the ranks of The Asylum like a phoenix rising from its ashes and I plan on doing it with a smile going across my face each and every time!
Sarah Thompson: On too other things Damien do you plan on aligning yourself with anyone in particular?
Damien D’ Angelo: I cant say I will and I cant say I wont, at this time, I’m just a lone wolf looking for some fresh meat, and as for fresh meat I mean every single Asylum superstar who plans on getting in my way of what I want too achieve here in The Asylum!
Damien says as he continues too look at Sarah with arrogance in his eyes.
Damien D’Angelo: Waves of Chaos, and mayhem is exactly what I plan on doing and if our Asylum Champions plan on getting in my way or even have a thought of stopping me or even think for one single second of doing exactly that I think I’d have too differ, as the only thing they be seeing is stars,,, and stars they’ll see from when I make their asses tap the **ck out from the one finishing maneuver I’ve perfected and modified that move being the very move I’ve given the nickname The Casting Call!!!
Damien says as he grabs one of The Asylum Cameras and throws it onto the pavement before walking off screen. The screen can be seen fading out as the screen fades too nothing but a scribble of black and white lines. The words “DAMIEN D”ANGELO HAS COME TOO THE ASYLUM, AND HE’S COME TOO BRING IT, its JUSTACE, AND JUSTACE HE’LL BRING IT!!!”
(The camera pans back to ringside.)
John Walt: And now we get to the main event of the evening. It is scheduled for one fall and is for the Asylum Championship of the WORLD! The Special Enforcer Rule will be in effect for the duration of the match…
Coming out first. He is the stuff of legends. His name would strike fear in those who stood in his way. Please welcome, Asylum Legend… PHILIP STORM!
As the bagpipes play. Storm slowly walks out onto the stage, one arm draped proudly around his Belted Plaid and his head held up high as Tavi makes her way out beside him. At 1:04, Storm and Tavi. holding hands, start to make their way down the ramp. At the bottom, Storm turns to the right and starts to walk around the ring, slapping the hands of the fans at the barrier. As he makes a full circle around the barrier and reaches the bottom of the ramp once again, he quickly turns the right, spinning the kilt and gets on one knee, holding his hands out in front of his chest. Tavi puts one foot on his hands and climbs up, placing both hands on the ropes and jumping over the top rope in one leap. Storm climbs onto the apron and Tavi puts one foot on the ropes, parting the ropes and allowing Storm to climb in. Storm walks around the ring, both arms raised and climbs onto the furthest turnbuckle, cupping his hands around his mouth and yelling "GAIDHEALTACHD DAONNAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (The Highlands Forever) to the crowd before hopping down, walking to the opposite and doing the same, this time accompanied by Tavi.
John Walt: And now.. The first participant in tonight’s main event…
He is known around the world as a champion among many companies. Tonight, he competes for the greatest prize in our sport. Please welcome… The Machine…
CHRIS SABORA!!!!
The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos and cheers! “The Sounds of Madness” by ShineDown begins to play as the lights slowly dim out. Walking through the entrance curtain, Chris Sabora comes into view. He stops just short of the edge of the stage, looking around the arena. The audience is quite vocal, no matter the response they still feel quite strong about Chris.
Chris smirks a bit and then slowly takes his time walking down the ramp way and towards the ring. His music plays ominously, giving the feeling of dread. He then stops at ringside, looking down at the metal steps and slowly walking up them. Confidently, he finds his way through the ropes and into the ring where he walks to the center.
J.J: That man is Chris Sabora. 2 other times he has ascended to the peak of the mountain, just coming up short for one reason or another. Today, at Hourglass Hours, Sabora will try one more time to achieve greatness unknown to but a small few.
Larry: To say that Chris blazed a path of destruction to this very moment would be an under statement. Chris earned this spot here, for the world championship. Now, can he finally achieve his dream of becoming the very best in the world?
Chris walks over to a nearby turnbuckle, ascending it and staring out at the fans as they scream back at him. His theme song begins to fade out…
John Walt: And now… the next participant. He is a man who needs no introduction. Some refer to him as The Strategic Assassin. Those who have got in his way have come to know him as The Enemy. Please welcome, former Asylum World Champion..
XPLODE!
The crowd grows silent. The lights dim down to a green hue. “The Enemy” by Godsmack begins to play! The crowd explodes in excitement! The music continues to play as Xplode steps into view. His face is partially illuminated. He sips from his Monster Energy Drink and then tosses it into the fans. Xplode looks up at the ring. His eyes are intense. He starts to walk towards the ring, his left knee is heavily bandaged.
J.J: There is the Strategic Assassin. No man in this sport has ever made quite the legacy that this man has achieved.
Larry: That’s right. When it comes to Pay Per Views, Xplode always puts on quite the show as well. Wait… See that?
J.J: I do! Xplode’s knee… it seems injured. There is heavy bandages around his knee area. Will this play a part?
Xplode arrives at ringside. Looking up at Chris Sabora, he steps up the metal stairs and turns to the fans who scream his name in return! He enters the ring, never taking his eyes off of Chris Sabora.
J.J: That is pure hatred right there.
Chris Sabora immediately steps towards Xplode and is met halfway by the Strategic Assassin! Before they can come to blows, Philip Storm springs to life, keeping both men at arms distance. Xplode backs up, still talking shit as he does so. Sabora backs up as well, smiling.
John Walt: And finally.. The ASYLUM WORLD CHAMPION! He is another man who needs no introduction. I am proud to introduce not just one of the best of all time… but a friend. Ladies and Gentlemen..
LINCOLN DAGGERSON!
A drum roll suddenly erupts as “Honor Thy Father” instantaneously blares through the speakers. The lights begin rapidly blinking to the beats of the eccentrically orotund and rapid drums before said musical instrument is joined by the other instruments in the track. The lights continue to blink, albeit in a more concentrated way, to the beats of all the instruments in the song combined. At the Fifty Four second mark the vehement barrage of “Honor Thy Father” comes to a halt as the track and the lights themselves stop. Absolute darkness lingers through the arena atmosphere before the lights sharply return as the track too follows suit and an emphasis is placed on the electric guitar aspect of the track. Lincoln Daggerson emerges from the backstage area in his usual wrestling attire, black and purple trunks along with spontaneously taped wrists and place knee pads. The Asylum World Heavyweight Title appears to be fastened securely around his waist as the Champion’s face tells a seemingly hollow expression. Daggerson makes his way down the ramp, completely neglecting to acknowledge the presence of the fans or anyone other than his opponent. The vocals on “Honor Thy Father” initiate as the song dives into a tranquil state. It is at this stage of the song that the song’s volume commences in its downfall-esque decrease. Daggerson, after entering the ring via the old school steel steps and the ring ropes, places his World Title in the middle of the ring before making his way to the corner and taking solace in sitting down in it. At this point the overall volume of “Honor Thy Father” appears to have significantly decreased as Lincoln lays nestled in one of the four corners awaiting for the match to commence. Daggerson’s entrance song fades out.
J.J: That man looks like he is carrying the world on his back.
Larry: No.. just the world championship.
J.J: Well ladies and Gentlemen, this is what it is all about. The main event. Sabora versus Xplode versus Daggerson. It has all come down to this. The last few months, we have watched these three men literally destroy one another. It is time for the epic finale…
Philip Storm stands in the center of the ring. He checks with the referee and then looks to all three competitors. Finally, he exit’s the ring as the referee calls for the bell..
(Ding Ding!)
Xplode adjusts his knee pad and rushes Chris Sabora! Chris Sabora quickly rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring! Leaning against the ropes, Xplode yells at his one time friend but finds himself at a loss as Daggerson attacks him from behind with a elbow to the back!
Xplode grimaces as Lincoln pulls him away from the ropes. With both arms wrapped around Xplode, Lincoln pulls back and nails the German Suplex! Xplode crumples to the floor. Lincoln turns him over rising to his feet once again at the same time. Lincoln then pulls him in and Falls backwards with a spike DDT! He covers Xplode for the pin only to be kicked in the back by Chris Sabora!
Larry: Lincoln is trying to end this quickly…
Chris yanks Lincoln to his feet but is attacked as well! Lincoln begins to unleash rights and lefts to the Machine, slowly driving Sabora backwards! The crowd cheers with glee with each strike! Sabora is sent tumbling into the corner of the ring finally as Lincoln drives into him! Lincoln pulls back for a big right hand and swings but finds nothing but air as Sabora quickly ducks and appears behind him! Now Sabora unleashes a German Suplex of his own! Lincoln crumples to the mat just as Xplode had moments prior!
Sabora turns around to continue the attack but is caught with a right hand by Xplode this time! The crowd cheers as Xplode kicks him in the gut and then drives him hard to the mat with a DDT! Xplode rolls over only to be locked up by Lincoln Daggerson! Both men, still locked up, struggle as they end up against the ropes! Chris Sabora shakes off the cobwebs and looks up to notice the two men focusing on one another! Sabora hops to his feet and unleashes a double clothesline to both Lincoln and Xplode, sending them both over the top rope and unto the ringside area below!
J.J: OH MY GAWD!
Sabora drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope to pursue his opponents. He grabs a handful of Xplode’s hair, bringing him to his feet. Sabora then Irish whips Xplode into the crowd barrier! Xplode slinks down in the corner, his head now quite groggy! Sabora smiles, his confidence building. He turns to Daggerson to do the same thing but finds himself face to face with Philip Storm instead!
J.J: Philip wont put up with that crap.
Larry: Yeah well, incase you haven’t noticed, neither will Sabora.
Both men stare each other down until Sabora is caught off guard and blind sided by Daggerson! Daggerson clotheslines Sabora who flips over the crowd barricade and into the sea of fans! Storm now grabs Daggerson, pulling him away and shoving him towards the ring! Daggerson jabs his finger in the chest of Storm who slaps it away. Daggerson rolls back into the ring.
Xplode shakes off the damage as he rolls to his feet once more. He is slightly limping, his hair drenched in sweat. Looking up at Storm, Xplode nods as he rolls himself under the bottom rope only to be stomped by Daggerson! Daggerson uses the ropes as leverage as he stomps Xplode ruthlessly. He then picks up Xplode to stand him up only to receive a gouge to the eyes in return! Daggerson stumbles backwards as Xplode stands upright, obviously favoring his knee!
Daggerson shakes off the cobwebs as Xplode runs at him, nailing a knee strike at the moment Lincoln turns to face him! Lincoln hits the mat hard! Xplode falls against the ropes, looking back at the fallen Daggerson! Daggerson begins to rise again as Xplode rushes him once more to perform another knee strike! Lincoln reacts, scooping Xplode up and hitting the power slam!!! Lincoln covers for the pin!
1.…..2...
Sabora grabs Lincoln by the leg and yanks him out of the ring and off of Xplode! Sabora begins to lay into Daggerson, following it up with an Irish Whip into the metal ring post! Daggerson slumps down into the corner, holding his shoulder in agony!
J.J: These men just will not quit!
Sabora smiles and slides into the ring. He stands up only to be kicked in the gut by Xplode! Both arms are hooked quickly as Xplode unloads the DROP ZONE! Sabora smashes hard to the mat, out cold. Xplode is unable to pin Sabora it seems though as he falls to the mat, holding his knee in pain!
Larry: PIN HIM! DAMN IT! PIN HIM!
Xplode rolls around in the ring holding his knee. Sabora still does not make a move at all. Finally, Xplode finds the strength to roll over as he crawls towards Sabora. His body is red, racked in agony as he crawls slowly towards the unconscious Sabora.
He gets closer..
Finally, he drapes his arm over Sabora for the pin…
1.…….2.… Sabora kicks out!
Xplode remains draped over Sabora, breathing hard. Sabora remains upon his back. Meanwhile, Daggerson is back on his feet and entering the ring once again. He runs and performs a baseball slide into Xplode sending Xplode rolling into the corner of the ring! Lincoln then grabs the legs of Sabora, flipping him over, and begins to perform the sharpshooter… but is kicked away by Chris Sabora! Lincoln stumbles forward, stopping himself just short of the ring ropes. He turns around and is almost be-headed as Xplode lunges at him with a running clothesline!!!! Lincoln falls to his back hard! Xplode follows up the attack but is grabbed by the now ready Chris Sabora! Xplode punches him in the gut and then in the jaw, sending The Machine stumbling backwards! Xplode then grabs Sabora but is countered as Sabora twists sideways, hitting a neck breaker on the Strategic Assassin! Xplode falls to the mat as Chris covers for the pin!
1.…..2.… Xplode kicks out!
J.J: This match has now become legendary!
Larry: Who will win this match of the titans? Will it be the young lion, Chris Sabora? Or will it be Xplode.. The man looking to avenge the loss of the title earlier this year?
J.J: Or perhaps it will be Lincoln Daggerson, the man who has defeated the odds so many times before!
Chris slams his fists on the ground, signaling the end as he prepares to unleash the Maximum Overdrive! Xplode stirs… Chris waits…
Xplode whips his hair out of his face and begins to get on his feet, unaware of the danger behind him! Chris Sabora stands up! Xplode turns around only to have his head grabbed by Sabora! Suddenly, Xplode shoves Sabora off of him, causing Sabora to stumble forward right into… LINCOLN DAGGERSON!
In one crisp movement, Lincoln nails THE FEROCITY!!!! Sabora hits the mat hard and rolls out of the ring, ending up at the foot of the ring apron at ringside! Lincoln stands back up, staring Xplode in the eyes. It is just the two of them in the ring, all alone now.
J.J: Ladies and Gentlemen, Lincoln Daggerson and Xplode… one more time.. History. How many times have we seen these two go at it. The power.. The respect factor.. Those men both have it. It will be decided between them two. It has always been about the two of them! A feud that started so long ago, it began over the world title but has turned into so much more. This… is it!
Xplode nods at Lincoln who nods back in return. Lincoln is favoring his shoulder as Xplode hobbles a bit on a hurt leg. They step towards one another, finally locking up! Neither man gains the advantage as they stand in center ring. Finally, Lincoln Irish whips Xplode to the ropes who bounces and returns only to leap frog over Lincoln, His hurt leg causes him to land ungracefully! Lincoln lashes backwards, attempting to kick Xplode who ducks under the kick and Irish whips Lincoln in return this time! Lincoln bounces off the ropes…
Both men clothesline one another!!! Xplode and Lincoln are laid out… neither man moving in the center of the ring!
Slowly, Chris Sabora slides into the ring. He slides down unto Xplode for the pin…
1.…..2... XPLODE KICKS OUT!
Chris turns to Lincoln, climbing unto him this time! Chris covers Lincoln for the pin…
1.……2... LINCOLN RAISES HIS SHOULDER!
Sabora rolls off into a sitting position!! He is disgusted, completely spent and unsure what to do next! To his sides, Xplode and Lincoln remain upon their backs. Chris slams his fist into the mat, ready to continue until…
Lincoln grabs him! Lincoln rolls Chris up, twisting and turning until he nails….
Larry: THE ETERNAL SUFFERING!!!!!!
Chris screams in agony but reacts quickly! He rolls himself until the hold is broken! Using the momentum, Chris locks in…
J.J: THE MACHINE!!!! UNBELIEVABLE!!!!
Lincoln is now screaming in agony!!! He reaches out… the ropes are no where to be found!! Chris pulls back, laying into Lincoln with everything that he has!!! Lincoln reaches out… he is about to tap out.. He WILL TAP OUT.. HE IS ABOUT TO……
XPLODE GRABS LINCOLN’S HAND!!!!! Chris Sabora watches in horror as Xplode grabs the hand of Lincoln Daggerson, keeping the World Champion from tapping out!!!!!
J.J: XPLODE WILL NOT GIVE UP!
Chris rolls off of Lincoln, pissed to high hell! He stands up only to be caught with a kick in the gut once more! Xplode hooks the arms for THE DROP ZONE! Chris counters!!! Turning Xplode around for a clothesline! Xplode ducks though! Kicking him in the gut once more, Xplode hooks the arms for The DROP ZONE AGAIN!
Just as he pulls back, Lincoln rushes in and clotheslines Xplode.. Sending the Strategic Assassin over the top rope and to ringside! Lincoln falls to the mat, spent, sweating… and desperate. He takes a deep breath realizing how close he had come to losing his title. He rises to his feet slowly, it is time to end things before it is too late. He turns around..
CHRIS SABORA NAILS THE MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE!!!!!
Getting higher than he had ever been before, Chris is almost horizontal in the air as he drives Lincoln Daggerson to the mat!
Xplode rises to his feet, turning to enter the ring but suddenly falls to the floor once more.. This time holding his knee and screaming in pain!!! Chris rolls Lincoln over and hooks the leg for the pin fall..
1.…….2.… THREE!!!!!
The crowd screams so loudly that the arena shakes. Strangely, they cheer for Chris Sabora. Not because of the person he is but of the efforts he displayed tonight.
J.J: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! THE DREAM.. THE PRESERVERENCE! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION.. A NEW ERA HAS BEGUN!!!!
Chris Sabora rolls off of Lincoln into a kneeling position. Philip Storm walks into the ring, handing him the World Title as Chris accepts it and stares at it. Tears are rolling out of his eyes. Lincoln Daggerson remains on his back, staring up at the arena ceiling. Outside, Xplode remains on the floor, now shivering in agony.
John Walt: AND YOUR NEEEEEEEEW.. WORLD CHAMPION….. CHRIS SABORA!!!!
Chris begins to stand up, the world title hung over his shoulder. Retribution runs down the ramp and slide into the ring, joining in on the celebration as they embrace him and raise his hands in victory!!! Chris then wraps the World Title around his waist and then walks to the turnbuckle to pose for the fans!!!
J.J: What a match, Ladies and Gentlemen! This may be a match of the year candidate! There he is, your new world champion!!!
Philip Storm enters the ring, looking down at Lincoln Daggerson. Chris looks back at him from the turnbuckle. Philip then nods at Chris as Chris nods back. Storm raises a microphone to his lips and begins to speak..
“Good job, Champ. Tonight, is your night. The next time we share a ring.. I am coming for that title…”
And with that, Storm rolls out of the ring and stomps towards the backstage area. “The sounds of Madness” by Shinedown begins to play as Chris leaves the ring and heads up the ramp way. He turns to the fans, raising his title to the fans once more for all to see. Retribution bows to him as the three head to the backstage area.
J.J: Did I hear that correctly? Meltdown is returning to the ring?
Larry: I believe you did, J.J. As a matter of fact… wait. What is going on at ringside??
The fans grow quiet as Xplode is seen struggling to his feet once more. He can barely stand on his leg as he falls against the steel ring post. Medical workers rush down the ramp way and head towards him, grabbing his arm to assist him. Xplode shoves them away however, insisting on walking on his own accord. Xplode hobbles up the ramp way, turning to the fans as he reaches the stage area. The crowd begins to chant…
“XPLODE XPLODE XPLODE XPLODE….”
Xplode nods at them, turning to the entrance once more. Standing there waiting for him… is OBLIVION!
J.J: OBLIVION IS HERE!! THE BIG DOG IS HERE!
Oblivion nods at his brother, and then walks towards his younger sibling. Xplode looks up, unsure of what is happening. Oblivion grabs an arm, helping Xplode to walk out of the arena… as brother and brother…
Larry: That is a sight I thought I would never see….
JJ: Well Ladies and Gentlmen, Hourglass Hours has been one hell of a PPV!
Larry: There may have been only three matches but the intensity of each one was fiercely radiating all over the atmosphere here. Well everyone, thank you for joining us here tonight and we’ll see you on the next edition of Tuesday Night Suicide!
A video recap rolls, showcasing all the events, petite and major, that have occurred here tonight in the legendary Madison Square Garden arena. However as soon as the video recap comes to an end, the cameras cut backstage where Lincoln Daggerson is shown dressed flaccidly in his gym clothes. Daggerson seems to be oddly smiling and walking out with his gym bag in tow. The camera follows Daggerson outside the arena where he continues through the Madison Square Garden parking lot. Suddenly a black limo, hidden by the overall darkness of the night, turns its headlights on and drives up to the briefly standing Lincoln. Checking his GYM bag for something, Lincoln is unable to notice its presence.
The limo pulls up next to Lincoln and the door at the end, the one responsible for entering the enormous space inside the back of the limo, opens up. Lincoln swiftly turns his head to its direction and notices something startling. He briefly halts as something appears to be pointed towards him, something resembling a firearm. A commanding yet inaudible voice blares and Lincoln, with an expression of having no choice, enters the limo and closes the door behind him. Soon enough the limo speeds away as the resultant smoke from the gas exhaust of the limo forms a temporary mark on the camera lens.
(The camera feed fades out.)
Thank you to all who roleplayed this week. Both title matches were extremely close and some had to be debated until the last possible minute. I did my best to put on great matches this week, but I know I can't please everyone. So, I am sorry in advance to those I end up upsetting. - Obi
