The Grudge Match to End All Grudge Matches |
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Dots: This has got to be, one of the most sadistic looking structures I have ever seen. "It's always darkest before it goes completely black A dark shadow can be seen through the fog's thick blue haze. "You can't see, the life I was forced to lead A series of blue pyro erupts in front of the entrance as Ulfric makes his way slowly down the ramp his blood ruby colored hair hangs loose in his face Dots: Oh man…I have just received word that Ulfric’s wife, infant son and child are in the crowd, right there in the front row. The camera cuts to the side for a moment, showing in the crowd a beautiful woman with long flowing curls. She holds a red haired little boy in her arms, with a beautiful, green eyed little girl at her side, the spitting image of her. Peckman: GOD DAMN that scarred freak is married to HER!!!! Some men have all the luck!!! Dots: That is Atayla Logan, a former wrestler and champion in her own right, here in our SWF arena to cheer her husband on. Peckman: I’m sure Mike Bell’s wife and children would be doing the same if her husband hadn’t taken them captive. The camera cuts back to Ulfric now, he is wearing a pair of frayed and tattered blue jeans, an old black LCW king of hardcore t-shirt, and black motercycle boots with "Lucifer", his black barbed wired baseball bat in his right hand as he looks around at the crowd slowly then up at the ring at he opponent. He holds in his left hand a rope and gives it a tug, pulling from the shadows the bound wife and child of Mike Bell. Dots: Well I guess that settles the debate of whether Bell will be getting his family back or not. Peckman: I suppose there is honor even amongst the most evil of men. "When I was young I lived in fear Slowly, keeping Lucifer in his hand and his eyes on Bell, he moved around the ring. Dots: What the hell is he doing…the door is over there. Peckman: oh man, he’s coming over here….this is not good, not good at all, see I told you that you shouldn’t have been saying bad things about the man. Dots: screw you Peck! Ulfric stopped at the announce table and snatched up a microphone, his gaze turning towards the back, glaring at the entryway. Ulfric: Alright Scott, you son of a bitch, I have done every thing you have asked of me…now get out here! Peckman: Who in the hell is Scott, doesn’t he realize his opponent is in the ring? Dots: He’s completely snapped, he’s gone mad Ulfric: Come on Scott! Get your ass out here and give me back my son! Peckman: Ok…now I am completely confused. Isn’t that Ulfric’s son at ringside with his wife? Dots: who knows what goes on in the mind of a madman, Mike Bell is looking confused as well and Ulfric looks like he is about to go off. Ulfric: God damn you Scott…god damn you, you son of a bitch you swore to me if I did what you said, you would give him back to me Laughter…laughter filling the arena now, the big scream monitor lights up as the laughter continued. Till a face is revealed on the monitors… a face some may recognize, as he is the former president of the Bayou Wrestling Alliance Scott Logan Logan: Not yet little brother…not yet.. You have a rather perturbed opponent there waiting for you, I wouldn’t want to give you back your little boy and have you decide to run off and spoil my plan. Ulfric (muttering into the mic): I’m going to kill you Logan: What was that…now now, you should watch what you say to me, wouldn’t want to upset me and make some things best left unspoken become a reality…NOW GET IN THE RING!!! With a curse Ulfric threw down the microphone and charged into the cage. The fury in Mike Bell was evident as he watched with hatred in his eyes as Ulfric entered the cage. It was locked securely behind him and padlocked shut, leaving the Silent Warrior, bat in hand, standing and looking up into the face of the man he had tormented for the last year. Slowly he climbed up onto the ring apron, leveling the bat at Bell. Dots: How long do you think this thing takes before it gets bloody. Peckman: Not long at all, the only way this thing is going to end is when one man is able to incapacitate his opponent long enough to get a pin…and something tells me it will be a long ass time before either man tries. Dots: I would hate to be the referee in there. Peckman: Well he only has one job, count the pin and stay the hell out of the way. Mike Bell with a fist full of glass throwing it into the face of Ulfric who drops the bat and swipes at his eyes. Bell following it up with several stiff right hands to the face. Ulfric holding on to the top rope, refusing to fall, and Bell with a lariat… Peckman: That knocked him loose, Ulfric just went down hard!! Ulfric rolling to his knees, trying to wipe the glass from his eyes, still blinded Dots: he could be in serious trouble if one of those shards has punctured his eye especially this early in the match, hell even a scratch can effect his vision and you know…Ulfric is already blind in one eye to begin with. Peckman: Hey I’d forgotten about that Dots: I don’t think Bell has! Bell sliding out of the ring now and picking up Ulfric’s bat, wielding Lucifer like a mad man. CRASH! Bell brought it crashing down over the back of his enemy. Ulfric sent sprawling, rolling onto his back just as Bell brings the barbed wire bat crashing down again. SMACK!!! Peckman: Ulfric got his arm up just in time to block his face but his arm could be broken after that shot! Dots: and Bell isn’t close to done! _THWAP!_
_SMACK!!!_ Bell bringing the bat down now on Ulfric’s shoulder and back again, beating him till the flames on the bat literally go out before casting it aside. Peckman: I see first blood already, Ulfric’s back shredded by the barbed wire, burned by the flames, his shirt is smoking and he better hope Bell doesn’t decide to pour the lighter fluid on him Dots: We may very well see that before the match is through. Bell pulling Ulfric to his feet and whipping him into the steal ring steps, Ulfric hitting hard, dislodging them and Bell advancing now, picking up the steps and Ulfric kicking out hard, driving his foot into Bell’s knee! GHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Peckman: OH MAN!!! Dots: Bell’s knee just buckled! Peckman: I think those steps caught Bell on the side of the head when he dropped them too. Ulfric finally able to climb to his feet now, rips off his ruined shirt, one arm not extending all the way up as he does and he is seen grimacing in pain as he pulls it off. Dots: Bell has done some damage to Ulfric early by working on that shoulder, and oh man now we can get a full view of what that bat has done to his back. Peckman: Looks like someone just took a cheese grater to him, the guys in the ER are going to have fun stitching up that mess. Bell holding and flexing his knee as he shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and Ulfric with a vicious kick to Bell’s well most tender spot, and he can’t help but yell in agony and Ulfric following it up with a second! Loud collective groan from the men in the crown fills the arena. Dots: There’s not going to any tender reunion between Sherry and Mike tonight, Ulfric just saw to that. Peckman: Thank God! Who needs the thought of THAT running through their mind! Bell clutching himself now and rocking and Ulfric wrapping that t-shirt around his neck, trying to choke the life out of him. Ulfric holding tight to the shirt while climbing up on the apron, pulling Bell with him while he climbs into the ring and Bell fighting, clawing, trying to breath now as Ulfric using the shirt to pull him up off the floor. Dots: Bell looking like death warmed over as he fights for his life, his face turning a horrible shade of purple and fans, if you haven’t already you really should send any small children from the room. Peckman: Bell is looking like a damn umpa lumpa right now that’s what he’s looking like! Ulfric holding on for all he is worth, trying to choke Bell who continues to fight and claw finally finding some footing on the ring apron. Ulfric keeping hold of the shirt, ducking under his own arm, twisting it around Bell’s neck more before dropping down. Dots: HANGMAN’S NECKBREAKER!!!!! Peckman: Ulfric just used his shirt and the top rope to nearly decapitate Bell!!! Dots: Mike Bell is in a bad way right now and look at that sick, sadistic freak Ulfric…he’s liking this Peckman: maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for Bell to bloody this guy up early on, the damn sicko thrives off of pain, guy probably has a hard on right now looking at all those weapons. Dots: what’s sick is you talking about another guy having a hard on. Bell is back down on the outside, gasping and fumbling to pull the shirt from around his neck. Ulfric climbing back out of the ring now, not wanting to give him a moments rest. Peckman: are those two going to use the ring at all?! Dots: Don’t count on it! Ulfric pulling Bell to his feet and whipping him back first into the razor wire covered cage. Bell reaching for his back now, the shirt still around his neck and forgotten as Ulfric just driving a knee into the midsection of Bell before dragging him along the cage. Peckman: OUCH!!!! The blood already oozing up from the cuts on Mike Bell’s back and Ulfric whipping him into the ring apron now and Bell hitting hard then charging Ulfric, catching him off guard and driving him into the razor wire laced through the structure of the cage. Peckman: HOLY SHIT!!!! Dots: where the hell did Mike Bell get that burst of energy from! Peckman: Ulfric with a spear!!! Ulfric with a spear from out of no where! Dots: God damn these men are inhuman! Peckman: Not inhuman, they’re driven purely by hatred, hatred and the need to reduce one another to a smear of blood. Bell driving a knee into the midsection of Ulfric, followed it up with a stiff uppercut, Ulfric’s head rocking back and Bell with a left now. Ulfric retaliating with a right. Both men with their backs bloodied and ravaged, swinging hard punches at one another. Bell with a drilling left hand sending Ulfric to one knee. Ulfric grabbing at something sticking out from under the ring swings it with all his might as he stands. SMACK!!!! Ulfric with a shot to the face of Bell with that weapon Peckman: GOOD GOD!!!! Dots: Bell has to be seeing stars!! CRACK!!!! Ulfric with a length of lead pipe visible in his hands now smashes it down onto the shoulder of Mike Bell! ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!! And Mike Bell screaming in pain. Dots: CHRIST!!!! Peckman: Bell’s shoulder looks dislocated!!! Dots: He’s setting up for the Embrace, you had to see it coming. Ulfric smashing Bell in the shoulder a second time and a third!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Ulfric dragging Bell back around the ring by his injured shoulder now and Bell continuing to scream in pain till Ulfric finds what he was looking for…the lighter fluid. Dots: what in the hell is that sick fuck going to do. Peckman; You can’t say that on TV. Dots: I can and I just did! Ulfric climbing into the ring now and dragging Bell through the glass along with him, still holding the lighter fluid in his other hand. Bell still screaming in pain and Ulfric turning, kicking Bell with a vicious boot to the mouth with those chain covered motorcycle boots and Bell’s mouth is a bloody mess now. Dots: I think someone might need a bridge after this one is through. Peckman: I swear a tooth fragment flew this way…(he twisted and turned, looking behind him) Look right there, in that ladies hair! Dots: Holy shit! Close up shot now of most of a bloody tooth in the over teased hair of a trashy looking blond. Dots: ….wonder where the rest of it is? Peckman: when Bell shits it out in the morning, he’ll know. Ulfric covering a section of glass in front of corner with lighter fluid the sitting Bell up on the top turnbuckle. Dots: Oh what the hell???? Ulfric climbing under Bell now, hoisting him onto his shoulders as they stand there on the top rope, flashing bumbs exploding all through the arena as Ulfric flips open his zippo and tosses it down, the glass erupting into flames before Ulfric brings them both crashing down into the flaming glass. Peckman: Oh my god…oh my god!!! Dots: Electric chair suplex off the top rope and neither man is moving!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! Peckman: dear god someone needs to stop this!!!! Dots: I doubt they will…LOOK….ULFRIC IS MOVING!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! Ulfric climbing to his feet, bringing a singed, bloody, near unconscious Mike Bell up as well. Ulfric slipping in behind him Peckman: IT’S TIME!!!! IT’S TIME!!!! Dots: EMBRACE OH MY GOD!!!! Ulfric locking in the Embrace, then front leg sweeping Bell sending him face first right back down into the flaming glass!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! Peckman: It’s got to be over now!!! Dots: All Ulfric should have to do is pin him!!! Peckman: But he’s not…my god, Ulfric just keeping that Embrace locked in, Bell I know has to be burned and Ulfric’s forearms have to be burned as well. That glass has to be hotter than hell and yet he’s keeping it locked in despite the pain we see etched all over his face. Dots: And Mike Bell is out…Bell is out…Bell is unconscious!!! Peckman: Unless the ref stops it, this match will be going on till there’s a pin! Ulfric releasing the Embrace now and looking down at the fallen body of Bell. Dots: Pin him already and get it over with!!! Peckman: He’s picking him up!!! He’s picking him up!!! U Ulfric tying Bell in the ropes and smacking him around now to wake him up!!! Dots: Talk about disrespectful…Ulfric had this match won, he could have pinned him, could have ended Bells’ career and yet he choose to try and embarrass the man more! Peckman: This goes beyond careers Dots, this is about hatred, this is about one man trying to destroy a family….did you think he was going to let it end so easily! Dots: He better have, he mat regret it later on! Peckman: we’ll see! Ulfric sliding out of the ring and going for that lead pipe now, bringing it back inside the ring with Bell still tied in the ropes, helpless and fighting to get out. Dots: now this is just plain…wrong! Peckman: this is a cage match Dots, ain’t nothing considered wrong in here!!! Ulfric stabbing the end of the pipe into the ribs of Bell, driving the air out of him before basing him in the leg with it. Bell struggling, still trying to get free and Ulfric bringing the pipe down on his hand. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Bell jerking his hand, trying to pull it lose and Ulfric smacking it with the pipe again, knocing it free that time. Bell trying to get his other hand free now as Ulfric brings the pipe down on his back. Bell falling free, hitting the canvas rolling! Dots: And now Ulfric following him out! Ulfric on the outside now, smashing Bell in the knee with the pipe now then bashing it across then back of his head before sitting on his back and using the pipe across Bell’s throat in a modified Camel Clutch. The referee staying far away in his corner, knowing the match can only end by pinfall. Peckman: Bell is groping around like a blind man trying to find anything he can get his hands on to help break this hold! Dots: Yeah, and meanwhile Ulfric might break his neck the way he’s pulling back on that…. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Ulfric screaming in pain now drops the pipe. Peckman/Dots: OUCH!!!!! Peckman: Oh my god that has to hurt!!!! Bell having finally grasped the broken end of a light tube left over from a previous match and stabbed it into Ulfric’s leg. Dots: Christ look at how much blood is on that tube, Bell had to have driven it in several inches into Ulfric’s leg and blood is gushing from those punctures now, look at it staining the leg of his jeans. Bell holding his throat on the ground and Ulfric staggering to his feet, limping around the outside of the ring. Peckman: what the hell is he doing? Ulfric beginning to leave a trail of blood dripping from his jeans till he finds the black t-shirt where Bell had discarded it. Dots: Little on the job first aid I guess…. Ulfric wrapping the shirt around his leg and tying it tight to stop the bleeding, meanwhile on the other side of the ring, Mike Bell clutching his shoulder and staggering to his feet, leaning heavily against the ring post now, grits his teeth before slamming his shoulder into the post putting it back into place. ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!! Peckman: Lots of on the job first aid you mean! Ulfric rummaging around under the ring now, looking for something. Dots: yeah but while he’s looking, Bell has picked up that pipe. Bell moving around the ring quickly with a murderous look in his eyes and some retribution in his hands. CRACK!!!!! Peckman: JESUS CHRIST HOLY SHIT ON A SHINGLE!!!! Dots: HE JUST GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! Bell cracking Ulfric across the back of the head with the pipe and Ulfric dropping like a ton of bricks and now Bell leaning over him screaming in his ear before yanking him to his feet and shoving him under the bottom rope and back into the broken glass. Ulfric shaking his head a little, trying to wake himself back up as Bell climbs in there with him. Bell dropping an elbow down into the spine of Ulfric before gripping the back of Ulfric’s hair tightly as he just grinds his face into the glass covered mat dragging it back and forth in the shards. Bell pulling Ulfric’s head up a moment for the fans to see, showing the blood dripping there in red rivers before slamming his face down into the glass again. Peckman: Oh my god if Ulfric’s vision wasn’t messed up before it has to be now Dots: and now where the hell is Bell going? Peckman: he has Ulfric down…he needs to be trying to pin him Dots: Screw pinning him…I wanna see more blood. Peckman: You would… Bell heading over to a corner, picking up a discarded staple gun now! Peckman: …and it looks like you will! Bell with the staple gun now, climbing back into the ring and standing over the downed Ulfric pulls a crumpled piece of paper from his tights! Peckman: Oh my god what the hell is that??? Bell: (Shouting again) You wanted it so bad…here you son of a bitch...take it…take it…take it!!!! BLAM!!!! BLAM!!!! BLAM!!!! Dots: It’s the contract…the King of the Death match Contract!!!! MIKE BELL STAPELING IT TO ULFRIC’S BACK!!!!! Peckman: Ulfric is writhing in pain and Bell is absolutely insatiable in his quest to cause him pain. BLAM!!!! BLAM!!! Dots: I think its attached already for chrissake! Bell just using his fist and hammering the stable gun down into the lower back of Ulfric now, the empact of the metal on Ulfric’s spine causing the former world champion to writhe and scream in pain, clawing at the glass in an effort to drag himself away. Peckman: Just like Bell’s son was forced to claw at the dirt! Bell seeing that as well and it seems to trigger something in him as he slams the staple gun down into the back of Ulfric again, seeing him claw, hearing him scream, Bell’s eyes rove to the corner with the bullwhip hanging from it. Bell jerking to his feet and striding over to grab it. Dots: OH NO…OH MAN….THIS IS GOING TO BE BAD!!! Peckman: for Ulfric maybe, for Bell this is payback in the making! Bell uncoiling the whip and draining it back CRACK!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CRACK!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CRACK!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CRACK!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CRACK!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CRACK!!!! CRACK!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CRACK!!!! Dots: Ulfric isn’t even screaming anymore his face is white as a sheet! Peckman: as if he wasn’t pale already, Ulfric looks like he is about to pass out!! Bell with a sick look on his face, dropping the bullwhip now and grabbing Ulfric now, locking him in an invered figure four…. Dots: You know what’s coming!!! Peckman: Natural lock…Natural Lock…he’s got that inverted figure four Boston crab combo on Ulfric now and Ulfric has no where to go and no one to help him! Bell cursing and screaming at Ulfric now as he keeps him in the hold, telling him that this is for his son, for his wife, for his daughter, for all the hell that Ulfric put him through. Dots: Mike Bell has gone Berserk! Peckman: Gone??? He was there before the match even started! Dots: Oh my god!!!! He’s out…he’s out…Ulfric is out cold in the Natural lock Bell feeling him go limp lets the hold go and stands, glairing down at him before turning and sliding from the ring. Peckman: what the hell…he isn’t going to pin him?! Dots: Mike Bell has snapped…he’s snapped. I don’t think he’s done with him!!! Bell grabbing a fire extinguisher from under the ring and spraying Ulfric with it now. Peckman: Oh what a hell of a way to get woken up. Dots: But it worked…one good turn deserves another and Ulfric had done it to Bell earlier. Ulfric shaking his head, covered in blood and foam…but he is conscious! Peckman: If I were him I’m not sure I would want to be. Ulfric Trying to push himself to his feet CRACK!!!! ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG Dots: Bell just slammed him in the knee with that fire extinguisher and Ulfric rolling around in pain Peckman: Yeah but he rolled right out of the ring! Dots: and Bell coming right after him with the fire extinguisher. CLANG!!!!!! Dots: HOLY SHIT!!!!! Peckman: Mike Bell went for a home run shot, and Ulfric just barely blocked it with the burned and mangled remains of his barbed wire bat!!! Bell and Ulfric glaring eye to eye with each other now, bat against fire extinguisher, frozen there for a moment. CRACK!!!!!! Peckman: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! Dots: Looks like they both went for the same thing, and Ulfric, with the less bulky weapon, got it first. Peckman: and Mike Bell’s face gashed wide open with Lucifer…he might end up walking away from this thing as much a scared freak as Ulfric is. Dots: if anyone walks away from this at all. Ulfric dropping, the swing and all the momentum behind it sending him to his knees gasping for air. Both men looked spent. Bell with a weak uppercut…and Ulfric, practically falling on him, catching him around the head with a guillotine choke hold and hanging on. Peckman: Ulfric looking to put Bell out again. Dots: And Bell is fighting! Peckman: But Ulfric is practically dead weight! Bell ceasing to struggle and Ulfric letting go, crawling a little ways away to drag a ladder from beneath the ring. Dots: Oh yeah, that’s just what we need right. Peckman: The glass in the ring is still in flames….and now look at this idiot…adding more lighter fluid to it too. Dots: whatever he has planned this can not be good! Peckman: Nothing either man has done this entire match has been good, they have practically killed one another out there and I don’t see an end in sight. Bell still down and Ulfric setting up the ladder now, seeming to have gotten a second wind. Ulfric with super human strength now, hoists Bell into a fireman’s carry and heads up the ladder, the blood from his back coating Bell now as well. Dots: This is not going to be good, not going to be good at all! Peckman: You really need to stop saying that you moron!! Bell struggling, but Ulfric fighting to make it to the top, his arms shaking as he climbs the ladder, the weariness written all over his face as they nearly fall three rungs from reaching their destination.. The flames in the glass covered ring below are growing higher and the fans are on their feet, flashes going off everywhere as Ulfric reaches the top. Peckman: Bell slipped free….Bell slipped free…and just drove Ulfric face first into the top of the ladder. Dots: OH MAN and the whole thing nearly came down. Ulfric clinging to the ladder, Bell clinging to the ladder and swinging his body to the other side, balancing it out and a collective gasp from the fans as Ulfric regains his balance now and throws a left hand at Bell connecting. Bell reeling and Ulfric looking for a second left… Peckman: Bell blocked!!!! Bell with a right, followed by a headbutt before driving Ulfric’s face into the top of the ladder. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Dots: They need to stop doing that, the whole thing nearly came down again! Bell grabbing the cage over his head now and holding on tight, Ulfric shaking his head, looking up at Bell. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dots/Peckman: MIKE BELL JUST SENT ULFRIC FLYING OFF THE LADDER AND INTO THE FLAMING RING !!!! Bell struck the side of the ladder hard and tried to hold on but the whole begins to wobble sending him crashing down to the canvas too!!!! DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Peckman: Neither man is moving…. Dots: the referee is just standing there watching them…how long is he going to let this thing go on??? Peckman: It’s up to him Dots…it’s up to him. The fans are on their feet, woman with hands in front of this mouths, other’s turned away, their eyes buried into the shoulders of the men beside them, other’s chanting get up, get up…. GET UP!!!! The slow chant fills the arena as everyone watches to see who will move. The flames have died, the ring is eerily still… GET UP!!!! Peckman: see what? Dots: Bell’s hand….IT’S MOVING!!!!! Both men stare silently into the ring for a moment, then a collective gasp fills the arena. HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! Mike Bell’s hand lifting off the mat…finger’s shaking, slowly…slowly…he begins to raise his head. Dots: We still have a match going on!!!! Peckman: I cannot believe this…I simply cannot believe this…Mike Bell is dragging, latterly dragging his body through hot, broken glass to cross the ring to reach Ulfric…who still isn’t moving yet. Dots: He’s out…that man may be dead Peck…for all we know, Bell might be busted up so bad inside he might be dying too. Peckman: for a dying man, he’s still dragging himself along! Go Mike GO!!!! Dots: And the fans are all clearly behind Bell now…and Ulfric still hasn’t moved. The camera cuts for a moment to the outside. We are shown the anxious, worried face of Atayla Logan, hiding her children’s face against her dress, and then a shot of the triumphant, jubilant faces of Sheri and Haley Bell as Mike crawls close enough to drape his arm across Ulfric’s chest with the refereee waiting there, already in position. 1.… Dots: Is it??? 2... Peckman: Could it be??? . . . . . . . 3!!!!!! Dots/Peckman: IT’S OVER!!!! IT’S OVER!!!!! Dots: ULFRIC’S CAREER IS OVER!!!! BELL WON!!!! BELL WON!!!!!! Peckman: So much for being impartial! Mike Bell laying there drained, not even realizing he has won. The referee working to rouse him while other officials hurry to unlock the cage. The fans are cheering loudly, Sherry and Haley included, jumping up and down though they are still tied together, and finally, at long last, the referee helps a bloody, dazed and confused Mike Bell to his feet and raises his hand in victory. HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The broken…bloody body of Ulfric lay on the canvas as Mike Bell stood there unsteadily, arm raised in victory, his face covered in blood, his eyes dazed as the soft tones of the Metallica song “Unforgiven” filled the arena and the man known as Scott Logan walks down to the ring, Microphone in one hand, a child by the other. The little boys face is streaked with tears as he stairs at the form of his father in the ring. At ringside a gasp is heard as Atayla Logan struggles to push at the barricade with her baby in her arms, trying to get to her other son. The little boy sees her and struggles and Logan lets him go, laughing as he runs to her arms. Logan: Bravo…bravo Michael…nicely done, not quite the outcome I had in mind…but it will do. He does not wait for a response Logan: You see, you have finally eliminated the biggest threat to my plans…my greatest enemy, my own brother…Ulfric. And the best part about it Mike…is that all this time…all these long months…the true enemy you should have been looking out for…was me. Another pause as Logan smirked at Bell in the ring. Logan: He tried to tell you Mike…but I guess you thought I was gone, done with you, out of your life for good. Laughter now Logan: Had you forgotten that is was I who order the effigies burned in your yard [On the big screen there is a flash of light, and Ulfric is shown, burning the effigies of Bell’s family on his own lawn] Logan: I had his little boy by then…he would have done anything I told him… [Another flash, as the flames are shown outside of Bell’s locker room…then another flash, as we see Bell’s SUV go up in an roaring fireball] Logan: or so I thought….that was suppose to be your wife in there Mike…that’s what I told him to do…but no…he and that god damn Lennox had different ideas. [Flash to earlier in the card where Rick was seen looking dazed and colliding with Lennox, passing him a note…the camera is able to pick up the message as Lennox unfolds it…simple words scrawled on the lines. “get Sherry out of here now”] Logan: So there I was in shock to realize that it wasn’t Sherry in the SUV…but hey, I’m a fair guy…one mistake I will allow to pass. [Flash to Bell’s house going up in flames while he and Sherry stand in the ring at an event watching in horror] Logan: Only that was strike too…because that was suppose to go up like a roman candle too…I was never a man who liked to be defied Michael, yet my brother had faith in you….faith that you would figure it out, even after I gave him a taste of his own medicine [flash to Ulfric’s son being struck by a moving vehicle] Logan: He believed that was real…enough so that he nearly took his own life…of course…I made you all believe that was real as well. Smoke and mirrors Michael…illusions that you have fallen for time and time again…your enemy lies at your feet Micheal…but he was never your enemy at all…I was…and every close call, every narrowly missed disaster…you have him to thank for.] [Flash to the parking lot of the grocery store, and the last of Mike Bell’s SUVs to meet with an unfortunate incident. We see a blond man slipping behind the wheel and the face turns, revealing Scott Logan there. We see him take off with the child, and soon a motorcycle chasing after him.] Logan: Is it becoming clearer to you now? If not…maybe this will help. [another scene on the big screen, the horror of Mike Bell’s son being beaten with the bullwhip and branded, then the camera pulls back, showing what was never seen before, the man with the branding iron in his hand…Scott Logan gloating down at his work. Then from out of no where we see a man attack him from behind, driving him to the ground, assaulting him with miraculous fury. It is the silent warrior Ulfric. They fight along the ground, rolling, punching, Logan manages a lucky shot, slamming his brother in the head with the branding iron, dazing him long enough for Logan to get away. It is Ulfric then who gently lays a jacket across the back of the little boy, picks him up and carries him away] Logan: so now what would drive the man that had previously been protecting your family at all costs to suddenly turn on you. [Flash to a smoke filled basement after Bell had fled. There in the basement we see Scott Logan awaiting his brother’s awakening, we watching him kick the groggy rolling form, smack him around so that he can see. The realization in Ulfric’s eyes is apparent as he finds himself cuffed and shackled staring into the eyes of his brother, then seeing behind him, his own son, the closest he had come to the child in nearly a year. We see the cold, callus glare in Logan’s eyes as he levels a gun at the child and the entire arena listens along with Mike bell as Ulfric is told to retrieve Bell’s wife and child…to get Bell’s signature on that KOTDM contract, or his son would die.] Logan: perhaps, if I had been so, persuasive sooner…you might truly have been standing there as alone as I planned Bell, with three little graves to tend back home…or should I say four…haven’t forgotten your doggy now have you. [A flash to Logan himself planting the acid there, and Ulfric, forever trying to catch him and falling one step behind, removing it at great pains to himself] Logan: You should check your security cameras more closely Bell or you would have realized how many times they had been tampered with. [a flash to Ulfric slipping into Bell’s house, leaving the puppy there for his children to find…a flash to Logan now, slipping back in the door after his brother had left, leaving the little envelope behind.] Logan: The enemy of my enemy has truly proven to be a friend to me tonight…I thank you Mike…and I’ll be seeing you. With that Logan tossed the microphone down and headed to the back. We see the look on Mike Bell’s face…one of shock…one of confusion…one of anger. Anger finally drives him from the ring, staggering and nearly falling down…screaming at Logan. Stopping only on the outside when he realizes he cannot pursue any further, can hardly stand….and that there, waiting for him is his wife and daughter. He hugs them, nearly falling onto them in his relief that she is safe. Dots: That…I am in shock…I cannot believe… Peckman: Scott Logan is a sick sick individual. Dots: Folks, none of this changes the fact that Ulfric’s career is over, Mike Bell as defeated Ulfric, ending his career in a match both men were apparently forced into. Peckman: No apparently, Scott Logan just admitted it all to the world and somewhere down the line I know he will have hell to pay from one Mike Bell. Inside the ring Ulfric grips the ropes, kneeling in the glass, his head down, blood dripping from scores of wounds, staining the shards. One voice rises out of the crowd, chanting his name and soon others follow. ULFRIC ULFRIC ULFRIC ULFRIC The people are coming to their feet as the proud warrior crawls towards the exit of the cage. Just outside the door, his wife and children wait, all three of them together finally, he focuses on nothing but them as he falls from the ring to the mat below. Slowly, painfully he pulls himself towards the door, using the last of his strength to pull himself up in the doorframe the fans still chanting his name.
ULFRIC ULFRIC ULFRIC ULFRIC He staggered towards his son, falling to his knees and embracing him as his wife ran a hand through his hair. With the last bit of strength he had left, Ulfric hoisted the little boy up onto his shoulder, as his wife raised his arm in the air. ULFRIC ULFRIC ULFRIC ULFRIC He put the child down now, weary and barely able to stand he leaned over to his wife, hugging her and whispering in her ear before lightly brushing a finger over his daughter’s cheek, than he kissed his infant son then slowly, gripping the guardrail, he staggered towards the back, falling many times, crawling some of the way, the fans chanting for him the whole way.Dots: And the fans who had booed him the entire match, now giving the man the respect he deserved. Peckman: a little late Dots: I doubt he would care honestly…we are seeing the end of a true wrestling legend, and he went out his way loss or no loss. Peckman: You can say that again…truly truly the king of hardcore, there will never be another like him. Larry Dots: Well maybe the winner of tonight could end up being a new Ulfric, and we are at that time! |