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Joey: Ladies and Gentlemen his next match isn't going to be for the weak of hearts. It isn't schedualed to be no holds barred, but I have a feeling that's exactly what this is going to turn into Trunks, especially after last week's New Years Resolutions match.
Trunks: Scott Blaze and who ever this special guest referee is, need to end the *legacy* of fag face Hart. He's tool old. I mean, he's like the friggin crypt keeper.
Joey: I think other wise...
The beginning cords to Conflict begin to play over the speaker system and the lights dim down, finally going out. As the songs tempo picks up two gold pryos fall from above the ring and hit the stage creating gold strobe lights that begin to move around the arena as the music begins to get louder and faster. In the middle of all this, a spotlight appears on the steel stage and movement can be detected in the curtains. We see a man walk from out, directly into the light....Scott Blaze. The icon looks around at the crowd and takes in the booing as if they are cheering him on. He looks down at his opponent in the ring and his facial expression quickly goes from a cocky grin to a cold stare as he slowly makes his way down the ramp, the spotlight never leaving him. Finally, he reaches the ring apron and grabs the ropes, pulling himself up onto it and into the ring. He quickly climbs up onto the second turnbuckle, showing off his more than perfect physique. He climbs down as the music comes to an end and the house lights come back on.
Trunks: WOOOO! You the man Blaze!
Joey: He's a heartless, sadistic son of a bitch.
Trunks: Exactly! WOO!
"Do You Call My Name" by RA hits the speakers, the soft, melodic keys sting through the speakers as the lights darken, then pitch black. Strobe lights, multi-colored, scan the crowd."Kill me with a beat" is whispered and then the heavy guitar kicks in, followed by the lyrics, the crowd silent, then, a shadow, a figure, at the entrance. He's silent, still, a stone statue, large figure. When the chorus hits, so does a spot light, beaming down on him, making him seem pale under the light. The crowd roars as Ace looks at them all, his hair soaked, a water bottle in his hand, cap screwed on, in his standard wrestling attire, Flawless Championship around his waist. Ace throws his head back, his hair whipping behind him as he spits water out over the ramp and close sitting fans, in a mist form, making them cheer all the louder, camera flashes, nearly blinding. His face no londer clean shaven as before when he left, but now, supporting an old school look, relevent of his age, his time, the harley race mutton chops. Handle bars as some would call, gay as hell others would. Ace could care less, he's forty, and isn't impressing any one, just destroying. He makes his way, finally, to ring side, and climbs up onto the apron and then into the ring, tossing the water bottle into the crowd. The music ends almost instantaneously as Ace and Blaze goes nose to nose and start arguing back and forth.
Joey: They are going to explode before we even find out who the guest referee is.
Trunks: Kick his ass Blaze.
Blaze shoves Ace, and Ace shoves him back, pointing his finger at him and yelling. Blaze smacks his hand away and yells back.
"The Game" erupts throughout the arena, the fans start to boo as they know that Alia will be joining them soon enough.
Trunks: What the hell....
Joey: HA! Alia Starr. Blaze screwed himself.
Trunks: WHAT THE HELL!
Both Ace and Blaze stop. They take a few steps back and look at the entrance ramp. Blaze smirks, Ace looks livid.
Alia comes out and stands there, looking around the arena, a smirk then appears across her lips. She begins to walk towards the ring, at the bottom of the ramp, Alia grabs the bottom rope pulling herself up onto the ring apron, she rolls into the ring and then,stands up in the middle of the ring, her smirk still on her face, she then reaches her arms out and up a little as she walks in a small circle. Alia then drops her arms and removes her smirk. She looks at both men and walks over to Ace. She smiles sweetly and holds out her hands.
Joey: Alia is asking for the title.
Trunks: I'm boycotting RAGE, this is crap.
Ace looks down at her, his mood not changed from when he first herd her music. Alia may not hate Ace, but he still can't stand her. Ace raches back and up snaps the belt and hands it too her. Alia raises it over her head for the fans and then hands it off to ring side. Alia turns to look back at the guys, only to see Blaze already on the canvas and Ace pulling him back up after a vicious close line.
The bell rings and the match is under way.
Trunks: Cheap shot.
Joey: Ace hit him head on...
Trunks: Scott wasn't expecting it, it wasn't fair.
Joey: Not expecting it? They're in a damn match!
Back in the ring, Ace whips Blaze across the ring and catchs him in a spinng spine buster. Blaze's back snaps against the canvas and he arches in pain. Ace waists litting time in dropping both kness into Blaze's sternum, forcing his back against the canvas. Ace gets up, pulling Blaze with him, onto to put him back down with a tilt-o-whirl back breaker.
Joey: Hart in full control.
Trunks: Wouldn't be if Blaze wasn't screwed with the referee situation. What was Jerm thinking?
Ace begins to pull Blaze but up, but Blaze low blows him and pushes him away. Ace stumbles back and drops to a knee. Alia jumps over to Blaze and starts screaming at him, warning him she's disqualify him. Blaze ignores her and stands up. He walks over to Hart and starts lacing into his face with rights and lefts, backing him into the corner. Blaze then goes to whip Ace across the ring, but Ace reverse, then Blaze reverses by pulling Hart into him and an impaler DDT.
Trunks: What a move by the flawless superstar.
Joey: Who?
Trunks: SCOTT!
Joey: He lost the title.
Trunks: Shut your mouth.
Blaze pops back to his feet, the crowd raining on him with boos. Blaze pulls Ace back up and then sends him back down with a quick snap suplex. Blaze stands back up and raises his arms out wide, a cocky grin on his face. Blaze turns around and pulls Ace back up, and whips him across the ring. Ace returns and comes right into a heavy kick to the gut. Blaze goes for a powerbomb, but Ace is too much bulk for him. Ace reversed it and back drops Blaze over the ropes to the floor infront of the commentators table.
Trunks: That was cheap.
Joey: What?!
Trunks: Complete desperation move. What a fag.
Ace climbs out of the ring, still shaking the cob webs. Ace pulls Blaze up and then whips him into the stairs, Ace jumping with the whip, putting nearly three hundred pounds of muscle and every thing he has behind it. Blaze crashes through the stairs, splitting them like bowling pins, as Blaze nearly knocks down the guardrail. Alia just stands in the ring with a small smile.
Trunks: Look at her! This is crap!
Joey: Ha! His own plan reversed against him.
Ace walks over to Blaze and pulls him up and then lifts him up into a bear hug position. Ace turns around and then rams Blaze back first into the ring post and then quickly spins around and spine busts him onto the flat side of the bottom half of the steps. The clang echos as the crowd goes wild, and Blaze howls in pain. Ace pulls Blaze back up to his feet and then kicks him in the gut and drills him back onto the stairs, face first with the Divine Sign!
Joey: DIVINE SIGN! DIVINE SIGN! IT'S OVER!
Trunks: NO! This is crap. RAGE IS CRAP! SCREW U JERM!
Ace stands up with a smile and pulls Blaze up, blood is running down his face like crazy.
Trunks: Jesus!
Joey: He deserves it.
Ace goes to put Blaze face first into the ring post, but some how Blaze elbows him and then rams Ace face first into it. Ace stumbles side ways and Blaze rolls him into the ring. Blaze drops to a knee and shakes his head, blood dripping all over the floor. He gets up and walks over to the time keeper, knocking him away and taking his chair, folding it up and climbing back into the ring. Ace is back on his feet, but his back is turned to Blaze as he stumbles around, shaking off the major headache. Alia starts screaming at Blaze and then yells at Ace to look out.
Trunks: Oh come on! That bitch is ridiculous!
Ace turns around and Blaze goes to swing, but Ace ducks and then kicks Blaze in the gut, followed by a DDT that sends the crowd into a massive burst of cheer.
Joey: WHAT A MOVE!
Trunks: CRAP CRAP CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!
Blaze's head bounces off the canvas and he flops onto his back. Ace smirks, looking at Blaze laying lifeless in the middle of the ring and then grabs ahold of his feet.
Trunks: Dear god no!
Joey: DO IT!
Ace locks in the sharpshooter, sending all kinds of wonderful pain shooting through Blaze's back. Blaze comes to life in seconds, howling in pain, his head shaking, arms flailing for the ropes, for any kind of escape. Ace just leans back and locks it in tighter every time Blaze tries to move.
Trunks: Oh god. Oh god!
Blaze starts pounding the canvas with his fists, screaming in pain, blood running down his crimson stained face. Blaze finally starts tapping the canvas and the crowd goes wild.
Joey: It's over! It's over!
Trunks: N--YES!
Ace slumps to the canvas as his skull is busted open via a HUGE chair shot from Alia!
Joey: NO DAMN IT!
Trunks: YES! I KNEW IT! WHAT A PLAN! WHAT A PLAN! BLAZE IS KING! JERM IS A GENIUS!
Alia pulls Blaze over Hart and counts the three!
Joey: Damn it this isn't right!
"Conflict" hits and Blaze's arm is raised as he is helped back up by Alia. Blaze gives a crimson smirk, his plan coming through. Alia wraps her arms around him and kisses him gently, the crowd reigning down with boos.
Joey: Damn it Ace got screwed!
Blaze and Alia pull Ace up and then WHAM Blaze drills Ace with a Dynamic Driver right onto the chair!
Joey: NO! NO!
Blaze and Alia laugh as they wrap their arms around each other, looking down at the lifeless, bloody Ace Hart, the scene cutting away. |
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