Post by Drakz on May 4, 2017 14:39:32 GMT -5
“To be a champion, you have to be able to fight against all challengers.”
Ten pedestals are shown, on each of them stands one of the ten competitors involved in the 2017 Supreme Gauntlet.
“To be a champion, you cannot give up, you cannot give in. You have to fight even when the challenge is insurmountable.”
Action from the first couple of rounds are shown, the action that has made this tournament so exciting and unpredictable flashing across the screen, spliced with close ups of the ten contenders on their pedestals.
“But when everyone wants to be a champion, the inevitable happens, and dreams are crushed.”
Shots of Austin Hayes, Hugh Jass, Frank Lynn and Dex in action and, ultimately, falling to their foes are cut in with shots of each of them, one by one, vanishing from their pedestal, until six remain.
“Other times, despite the mind being willing, the body gives up, through no choice of your own.”
Shots of Josh Dean being injured by Ante Whitner and Anna Ahriman being broken and humiliated by Trace Demon. The pedestals are shown again, but now the pair of them have vanished, and only four remain. Joe Bishop, Trace Demon, David Brennan and Ante Whitner stand amidst the broken pedestals that once housed their opponents.
“And when it comes down to it, even the mightiest of warriors eventually meet someone they cannot stop.”
The finishes of the two tie breaking matches show, with Joe Bishop finally defeating his longtime foe Trace Demon and David Brennan overcoming the Bloodied Eagle, Ante Whitner. Both of the vanquished vanish from their pedestals, and only two remain.
“A champion must overcome all opponents, fight against everyone and everything that hopes to topple them. But even when all that is done, even when everybody else falls but the best of the best…”
A close up shot of Joe Bishop and David Brennan stood toe to toe. Slowly they turn to face each other, and the scene flashes back to the pair meeting toe to toe inside the ring on the final show of the Supreme Gauntlet group stages.
“There can still only be one winner, one champion, only one can claim themselves…”
The camera zooms past both Bishop and Brennan, up to a solo pedestal stood atop a stone staircase, like something straight out of Greek legends. The single item rested atop it? The only prize that matters. The WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
“Supreme.”
The video fades out and we fade back in on a spectacular pyrotechnics display, the camera panning around the sold out Spectrum Centre. As the pyrotechnics come to an end we head down to the usual announce duo of Alecia Matthews and Daniel Knight.
Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to WFWF Ultimate Supremacy! We are live in the sold out Spectrum Centre, here in Charlotte, North Carolina!
Daniel Knight: Tonight, after four gruelling group stage matches, we have come down to the final two, Joe Bishop and David Brennan. One of those men will be the new WFWF World Champion.
Alecia Matthews: We’re guaranteed a new, first time champion tonight and a changing of the guard.
Daniel Knight: Not only that but we’ve got plenty of action on top of that! Let’s get this thing started!
Brandon Bison is making his way to the ring but Mike Jette jumps him from behind half way down the ramp!
Alecia Matthews: What the hell is this!
Daniel Knight: Looks to me like Mike Jette using his head……again.
Jette beats on Bison outside the ring for a while, throwing him into the guard wall, the ring post and the ring apron. He hits a t-bone suplex on Bison on the arena floor before finally rolling him into the ring and the bell sounds to start the match.
Alecia Matthews: Oh this is bull.
Jette makes the cover but Bison kicks out at 2!
Daniel Knight: What in the world?
Alecia Matthews: No dice Jette!
Jette isn’t best pleased and he slaps Bison in the face a few times telling him to just do his job and stay down. He delivers a couple of hard kicks the chest and then drags Bison up and hits a number of suplexes on him before trying for another pin but again Bison kicks out!
Alecia Matthews: The resilience of Bison here is outstanding.
Daniel Knight: But there comes a time when you have to think; is it benefiting me to keep getting up?
Jette is p*ssed now and he throws Bison into the corner and follows with a lariat but Bison gets his boot up into Jette’s mouth. Jette staggers backward and Bison runs at him hitting a lariat of his own and both men are down. The referee starts a standing ten count but it is in fact Mike Jette who makes it to his feet first.
Daniel Knight: A nice last ditch attempt there from Bison but he should give it up.
Alecia Matthews: Bison needs to find a way to get back into this thing. We caught a glimpse of it right there though so there is hope!
Daniel Knight: Hope’s for morons.
Jette grabs Bison around the waist and goes for a deadlift German but as he gets Bison off his feet Bison hits a couple of hard back elbows and Jette’s grip is loosened enough for him to get his feet back on solid ground. Bison manages to double back and get behind Jette with a waist lock of his own but Jette barrows forward and grabs ahold of the ropes. The referee steps in to break the hold and as Bison breaks it Jette hits a mule kick that catches Bison low. The crowd is booing like crazy at the cheap shot but Jette doesn’t care. With Bison now on his knees and prone Jette hits him with a huge superkick that rocks him back but not down. Jette hits a second but Bison still doesn’t go down. He spits at Mike Jette in defiance.
Daniel Knight: Bad move.
Mike Jette with a third superkick and it’s lights out for Brandon Bison.
… 1 …
… 2 …
… 3!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Mike Jette!
The crowd are sh*tting all over this result but Jette laps it up, tapping the side of his temple.
Daniel Knight: Mike Jette with a decisive victory over the number one contender to Ante Whitner’s Golden Opportunity.
Alecia Matthews: Mike Jette with a cheap victory more like.
Daniel Knight: The man won didn’t he? What more do you want? He played Bison like a drum.
The camera cuts to the backstage where we see David Brennan arriving at the arena, the International Championship over his shoulder, and a duffle bag in his hand.
Alecia Matthews: Well there he is, the man who has yet to be defeated since his return to the WFWF last year.
Daniel Knight: And the man who after the night is over may well hold every piece of gold in this company!
Lila Sleater attempts to approach Brennan but he doesn’t even bat an eyelid, walking right past her.
Alecia Matthews: Needless to say Brennan has no love for the WFWF’s match maker, and I think she may have been trying to play peace keeper there.
Daniel Knight: Maybe she’s worried he’s going to win. And then what is she going to do?
With Hugh Jass already in the ring, an ominous beat begins to play. It's “Demon Inside” by Eminem. The lights flash with a red strobe light to the beat of the song. The entire minute thirty song plays through, and no Schneider.
Alecia Matthews: Has Schneider no showed?
Daniel Knight: Wouldn't be the first time.
But the first song was only an interlude. It leads into “Shadows” by Yelawolf and as the first verse picks up on this song, Schneider makes his way out onto the stage. Schneider has in white contacts that remove his pupils entirely, a look accentuated by black eye make up. His ring gear on this night is a white Johnny Cash shirt cut into a muscle shirt and black knee length shorts, with black knee pads and shin high black wrestling boots. Schneider walks with a certain anger, producing a roll of tape and taping up his wrists as he walks towards the ring. A few paces behind Schneider, a nurse in a plague mask emerges through the curtain, guiding a wheelchair bound Percy towards the ring.
Schneider gets to the ring, ripping the roll of tape and pitching it into the crowd. He holds out his hands for the referee to check him. The lights have returned to normal. Schneider peels off the t-shirt he wore to the ring, exposing his tattooed, scarred, and surprisingly well toned chest to the world. Schneider rolls his wrists for a moment, waiting for the bell to sound. Bell sounds and this one is under way.
Both men circle around the ring. Tie up center ring with a test of strength. Schneider immediately starts attempting to manipulate the fingers, but Jass breaks one hand free, moving from a test of strength to a top wrist lock. Schneider drops to his back and nips up. Back elbow from Schneider, but Jass holds on to the hold with an up and under twist, then sends Schneider into the ropes with an Irish whip. Schneider hits the ropes and rebounds. Standing dropkick from Jass, but Schneider stops short. Jass starts back to his feet and Schneider catches him with a running knee to the face.
Alecia Matthews: That's not going to do much for Jass's career right there!
Grabbing Jass by the ears, Schneider forces him to his feet. Schneider backs Jass into the corner. Back hand from Schneider. Back elbow, which he follows through with, grinding it into Hugh Jass' face. Schneider backs up, then charges in for a palm strike, but Jass drops low and rolls under it. Jass comes running in. Splash from Jass. Chop, back chop, chop. Jass climbs the corner for ten punches. The crowd counts along, 1...2....3...4..... and at four, Schneider hooks the hips and steps out of the corner, bringing Hugh Jass down with an inverted atomic drop.
Daniel Knight: Jass has to keep moving. Stick and move.
Jass stumbles to center ring, selling the pain in the crotch from a potential low blow. Schneider charges out of the corner for a lariat. Duck from Jass, rolling under the lariat and back to his feet. Schneider turns around and runs into a Hugh Jass drop kick. Schneider back up. Second dropkick from Jass. Schneider up again and a third dropkick, this one with such momentum that Schneider bails under the bottom rope and to the outside.
Alecia Matthews: Jass has to get Schneider back in the ring. The outside is Schneider's zone.
Jass starts clapping his hands. He's feeling the momentum and the crowd is getting behind him. He runs into the ropes nearest Schneider and dives over the top rope with a tope suicidia. And Schneider simply walks away. Casually Schneider walks away and Jass crashes and burns on nothing on the arena floor. Schneider grabs a steel chair, throwing it wildly into the ring. Referee grabs the chair and folds it up, taking it to the near ropes to get it out of the ring and while he does this, Schneider rakes Hugh Jass' eyes, then slams his face into the ringside rail.
Schneider rolls Jass into the ring under the bottom rope, draping Jass' head under the bottom rope. Big elbow to the forehead and nose area from Schneider. Schneider measures up Jass. He charges forwards for another elbow. Jass rolls out of the way and Schneider elbows nothing but ring apron. Jass with a nip up. And with assistances from the top rope, he propels himself up and over the top rope, wiping Schneider out on the floor.
Jass back to his feet. He's feeling the crowd. He pulls Schneider to a vertical base, slamming Schneider's face into the ring apron. Schneider stumbles away. Jass giving chase. The two head around ringside. Schneider climbs the ring steps and as Jass turns the corner, Schneider dives off, wiping Jass out with a short arm clothesline off the steps. Schneider back to his feet, shaking off the previous blows from Jass. Schneider rolls Jass into the ring.
Schneider slowly back into the ring. The crowd is booing at Schneider's methodical approach. He takes a moment to acknowledge the crowd, which gives Jass enough time to recover. Jass fires off at Schneider with blows to the mid section. Jass works his way to his feet. Big rights. Lefts. Spinning back elbow from Jass rocks Schneider. Jass hits the ropes. Schneider hits the opposing ropes. The two men come back center ring and a double clothesline results in both men laid out in the center of the ring.
Both men slowly begin to stir. Jass is up first, with Schneider rolling under the bottom rope and to the floor. Jass looks around momentarily, confused at Schneider's disappearance. Schneider is ruffling around with the ring apron. Jass spots him and heads towards the ropes but is stopped in his tracks when Schneider produces a baseball bat with gusset plates affixed to it.
Alecia Matthews: What's Schneider thinking? He uses that bat, this one's over.
Daniel Knight: You think he cares about that? I'm more worried about Jass. Those gusset plates could kill him!
Schneider rolls back into the ring with bat in tow. Referee gets between Schneider and Jass, dearming Schneider. With the ref disposing of the bat, Schneider grabs Jass and kicks him field goal style in the balls. Jass crumbles, and as he does, Schneider rolls him up in a small package. Referee turns back around from disposing of the bat and makes the count, 1.....2.....3! Bell sounds and this one is over.
Schneider's back to his feet and he's demanding a microphone. Jass is still laying on the mat holding his groin.
Phillip Schneider: I proved once more that I am the best athlete that has ever stepped foot into a WFWF ring! I am the greatest there's ever been!
Alecia Matthews: Oh for God's sake, he's been back here for what......15 minutes and already this?
Phillip Schneider: Now, I'm going to clean up the WFWF of this f*cking bullsh*t right here.
Schneider approaches Jass, smacking him in the face with the live microphone, echoing a horrible “thunk” throughout the arena.
Phillip Schneider: I'm going to break his arm. I'm going to break this ****'s arm!
Schneider, still holding the microphone, grabs Jass by the right arm, lifting it into almost a chicken wing position. Jass begins to scream as Schneider twists his arm behind his back and continues to pull backwards in an entirely unnatural position. A grinding sound like bad breaks on a car resounds through the arena, followed by a squeal in agony from Jass. Schneider gets a Grinch like smile across his face, disposing of Jass who clutches his wing to his body.
Schneider rolls to the outside, grabbing a steel chair and throwing it into the ring. The referee is trying to check on Jass. Without hesitation, Schneider blasts the referee over the top of the head with a shotgun like chair shot. Then a shot across Jass' back. Then a second, then a third. Jass rolls over to protect his back and Schneider takes a golf swing, nailing him in the point of the elbow with the tip of the chair. Jass rolls back over to his stomach, where Schneider continues to pound away with another dozen chair shots, warping and disfiguring the chair around Jass' back. The back of the chair goes flying after several of these shots. Schneider seems to have tired himself out after a few dozen chair shots, Jass completely motionless. Schneider grabs the microphone again.
Phillip Schneider: Got a joke for you guys. Heh. It's a good one. Remember me for a day. Remember me for a week. Remember me for a month. Remember me for a year. Remember me for a decade. Remember me for a millennium. Remember me forever. …...Knock knock. Who's there? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER ME! Such a funny man, hah! Remember me, because I'm Phillip Schneider.
A disregarding boot to the prone and motionless body of Jass and Schneider exits the ring, leaving a par for the course vortex of chaos behind him.
Alecia Matthews: We need to go to commercial so we can clean this mess up. Jesus.
Ten pedestals are shown, on each of them stands one of the ten competitors involved in the 2017 Supreme Gauntlet.
“To be a champion, you cannot give up, you cannot give in. You have to fight even when the challenge is insurmountable.”
Action from the first couple of rounds are shown, the action that has made this tournament so exciting and unpredictable flashing across the screen, spliced with close ups of the ten contenders on their pedestals.
“But when everyone wants to be a champion, the inevitable happens, and dreams are crushed.”
Shots of Austin Hayes, Hugh Jass, Frank Lynn and Dex in action and, ultimately, falling to their foes are cut in with shots of each of them, one by one, vanishing from their pedestal, until six remain.
“Other times, despite the mind being willing, the body gives up, through no choice of your own.”
Shots of Josh Dean being injured by Ante Whitner and Anna Ahriman being broken and humiliated by Trace Demon. The pedestals are shown again, but now the pair of them have vanished, and only four remain. Joe Bishop, Trace Demon, David Brennan and Ante Whitner stand amidst the broken pedestals that once housed their opponents.
“And when it comes down to it, even the mightiest of warriors eventually meet someone they cannot stop.”
The finishes of the two tie breaking matches show, with Joe Bishop finally defeating his longtime foe Trace Demon and David Brennan overcoming the Bloodied Eagle, Ante Whitner. Both of the vanquished vanish from their pedestals, and only two remain.
“A champion must overcome all opponents, fight against everyone and everything that hopes to topple them. But even when all that is done, even when everybody else falls but the best of the best…”
A close up shot of Joe Bishop and David Brennan stood toe to toe. Slowly they turn to face each other, and the scene flashes back to the pair meeting toe to toe inside the ring on the final show of the Supreme Gauntlet group stages.
“There can still only be one winner, one champion, only one can claim themselves…”
The camera zooms past both Bishop and Brennan, up to a solo pedestal stood atop a stone staircase, like something straight out of Greek legends. The single item rested atop it? The only prize that matters. The WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
“Supreme.”
The video fades out and we fade back in on a spectacular pyrotechnics display, the camera panning around the sold out Spectrum Centre. As the pyrotechnics come to an end we head down to the usual announce duo of Alecia Matthews and Daniel Knight.
Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to WFWF Ultimate Supremacy! We are live in the sold out Spectrum Centre, here in Charlotte, North Carolina!
Daniel Knight: Tonight, after four gruelling group stage matches, we have come down to the final two, Joe Bishop and David Brennan. One of those men will be the new WFWF World Champion.
Alecia Matthews: We’re guaranteed a new, first time champion tonight and a changing of the guard.
Daniel Knight: Not only that but we’ve got plenty of action on top of that! Let’s get this thing started!
Brandon Bison is making his way to the ring but Mike Jette jumps him from behind half way down the ramp!
Alecia Matthews: What the hell is this!
Daniel Knight: Looks to me like Mike Jette using his head……again.
Jette beats on Bison outside the ring for a while, throwing him into the guard wall, the ring post and the ring apron. He hits a t-bone suplex on Bison on the arena floor before finally rolling him into the ring and the bell sounds to start the match.
Alecia Matthews: Oh this is bull.
Jette makes the cover but Bison kicks out at 2!
Daniel Knight: What in the world?
Alecia Matthews: No dice Jette!
Jette isn’t best pleased and he slaps Bison in the face a few times telling him to just do his job and stay down. He delivers a couple of hard kicks the chest and then drags Bison up and hits a number of suplexes on him before trying for another pin but again Bison kicks out!
Alecia Matthews: The resilience of Bison here is outstanding.
Daniel Knight: But there comes a time when you have to think; is it benefiting me to keep getting up?
Jette is p*ssed now and he throws Bison into the corner and follows with a lariat but Bison gets his boot up into Jette’s mouth. Jette staggers backward and Bison runs at him hitting a lariat of his own and both men are down. The referee starts a standing ten count but it is in fact Mike Jette who makes it to his feet first.
Daniel Knight: A nice last ditch attempt there from Bison but he should give it up.
Alecia Matthews: Bison needs to find a way to get back into this thing. We caught a glimpse of it right there though so there is hope!
Daniel Knight: Hope’s for morons.
Jette grabs Bison around the waist and goes for a deadlift German but as he gets Bison off his feet Bison hits a couple of hard back elbows and Jette’s grip is loosened enough for him to get his feet back on solid ground. Bison manages to double back and get behind Jette with a waist lock of his own but Jette barrows forward and grabs ahold of the ropes. The referee steps in to break the hold and as Bison breaks it Jette hits a mule kick that catches Bison low. The crowd is booing like crazy at the cheap shot but Jette doesn’t care. With Bison now on his knees and prone Jette hits him with a huge superkick that rocks him back but not down. Jette hits a second but Bison still doesn’t go down. He spits at Mike Jette in defiance.
Daniel Knight: Bad move.
Mike Jette with a third superkick and it’s lights out for Brandon Bison.
… 1 …
… 2 …
… 3!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Mike Jette!
The crowd are sh*tting all over this result but Jette laps it up, tapping the side of his temple.
Daniel Knight: Mike Jette with a decisive victory over the number one contender to Ante Whitner’s Golden Opportunity.
Alecia Matthews: Mike Jette with a cheap victory more like.
Daniel Knight: The man won didn’t he? What more do you want? He played Bison like a drum.
The camera cuts to the backstage where we see David Brennan arriving at the arena, the International Championship over his shoulder, and a duffle bag in his hand.
Alecia Matthews: Well there he is, the man who has yet to be defeated since his return to the WFWF last year.
Daniel Knight: And the man who after the night is over may well hold every piece of gold in this company!
Lila Sleater attempts to approach Brennan but he doesn’t even bat an eyelid, walking right past her.
Alecia Matthews: Needless to say Brennan has no love for the WFWF’s match maker, and I think she may have been trying to play peace keeper there.
Daniel Knight: Maybe she’s worried he’s going to win. And then what is she going to do?
With Hugh Jass already in the ring, an ominous beat begins to play. It's “Demon Inside” by Eminem. The lights flash with a red strobe light to the beat of the song. The entire minute thirty song plays through, and no Schneider.
Alecia Matthews: Has Schneider no showed?
Daniel Knight: Wouldn't be the first time.
But the first song was only an interlude. It leads into “Shadows” by Yelawolf and as the first verse picks up on this song, Schneider makes his way out onto the stage. Schneider has in white contacts that remove his pupils entirely, a look accentuated by black eye make up. His ring gear on this night is a white Johnny Cash shirt cut into a muscle shirt and black knee length shorts, with black knee pads and shin high black wrestling boots. Schneider walks with a certain anger, producing a roll of tape and taping up his wrists as he walks towards the ring. A few paces behind Schneider, a nurse in a plague mask emerges through the curtain, guiding a wheelchair bound Percy towards the ring.
Schneider gets to the ring, ripping the roll of tape and pitching it into the crowd. He holds out his hands for the referee to check him. The lights have returned to normal. Schneider peels off the t-shirt he wore to the ring, exposing his tattooed, scarred, and surprisingly well toned chest to the world. Schneider rolls his wrists for a moment, waiting for the bell to sound. Bell sounds and this one is under way.
Both men circle around the ring. Tie up center ring with a test of strength. Schneider immediately starts attempting to manipulate the fingers, but Jass breaks one hand free, moving from a test of strength to a top wrist lock. Schneider drops to his back and nips up. Back elbow from Schneider, but Jass holds on to the hold with an up and under twist, then sends Schneider into the ropes with an Irish whip. Schneider hits the ropes and rebounds. Standing dropkick from Jass, but Schneider stops short. Jass starts back to his feet and Schneider catches him with a running knee to the face.
Alecia Matthews: That's not going to do much for Jass's career right there!
Grabbing Jass by the ears, Schneider forces him to his feet. Schneider backs Jass into the corner. Back hand from Schneider. Back elbow, which he follows through with, grinding it into Hugh Jass' face. Schneider backs up, then charges in for a palm strike, but Jass drops low and rolls under it. Jass comes running in. Splash from Jass. Chop, back chop, chop. Jass climbs the corner for ten punches. The crowd counts along, 1...2....3...4..... and at four, Schneider hooks the hips and steps out of the corner, bringing Hugh Jass down with an inverted atomic drop.
Daniel Knight: Jass has to keep moving. Stick and move.
Jass stumbles to center ring, selling the pain in the crotch from a potential low blow. Schneider charges out of the corner for a lariat. Duck from Jass, rolling under the lariat and back to his feet. Schneider turns around and runs into a Hugh Jass drop kick. Schneider back up. Second dropkick from Jass. Schneider up again and a third dropkick, this one with such momentum that Schneider bails under the bottom rope and to the outside.
Alecia Matthews: Jass has to get Schneider back in the ring. The outside is Schneider's zone.
Jass starts clapping his hands. He's feeling the momentum and the crowd is getting behind him. He runs into the ropes nearest Schneider and dives over the top rope with a tope suicidia. And Schneider simply walks away. Casually Schneider walks away and Jass crashes and burns on nothing on the arena floor. Schneider grabs a steel chair, throwing it wildly into the ring. Referee grabs the chair and folds it up, taking it to the near ropes to get it out of the ring and while he does this, Schneider rakes Hugh Jass' eyes, then slams his face into the ringside rail.
Schneider rolls Jass into the ring under the bottom rope, draping Jass' head under the bottom rope. Big elbow to the forehead and nose area from Schneider. Schneider measures up Jass. He charges forwards for another elbow. Jass rolls out of the way and Schneider elbows nothing but ring apron. Jass with a nip up. And with assistances from the top rope, he propels himself up and over the top rope, wiping Schneider out on the floor.
Jass back to his feet. He's feeling the crowd. He pulls Schneider to a vertical base, slamming Schneider's face into the ring apron. Schneider stumbles away. Jass giving chase. The two head around ringside. Schneider climbs the ring steps and as Jass turns the corner, Schneider dives off, wiping Jass out with a short arm clothesline off the steps. Schneider back to his feet, shaking off the previous blows from Jass. Schneider rolls Jass into the ring.
Schneider slowly back into the ring. The crowd is booing at Schneider's methodical approach. He takes a moment to acknowledge the crowd, which gives Jass enough time to recover. Jass fires off at Schneider with blows to the mid section. Jass works his way to his feet. Big rights. Lefts. Spinning back elbow from Jass rocks Schneider. Jass hits the ropes. Schneider hits the opposing ropes. The two men come back center ring and a double clothesline results in both men laid out in the center of the ring.
Both men slowly begin to stir. Jass is up first, with Schneider rolling under the bottom rope and to the floor. Jass looks around momentarily, confused at Schneider's disappearance. Schneider is ruffling around with the ring apron. Jass spots him and heads towards the ropes but is stopped in his tracks when Schneider produces a baseball bat with gusset plates affixed to it.
Alecia Matthews: What's Schneider thinking? He uses that bat, this one's over.
Daniel Knight: You think he cares about that? I'm more worried about Jass. Those gusset plates could kill him!
Schneider rolls back into the ring with bat in tow. Referee gets between Schneider and Jass, dearming Schneider. With the ref disposing of the bat, Schneider grabs Jass and kicks him field goal style in the balls. Jass crumbles, and as he does, Schneider rolls him up in a small package. Referee turns back around from disposing of the bat and makes the count, 1.....2.....3! Bell sounds and this one is over.
Schneider's back to his feet and he's demanding a microphone. Jass is still laying on the mat holding his groin.
Phillip Schneider: I proved once more that I am the best athlete that has ever stepped foot into a WFWF ring! I am the greatest there's ever been!
Alecia Matthews: Oh for God's sake, he's been back here for what......15 minutes and already this?
Phillip Schneider: Now, I'm going to clean up the WFWF of this f*cking bullsh*t right here.
Schneider approaches Jass, smacking him in the face with the live microphone, echoing a horrible “thunk” throughout the arena.
Phillip Schneider: I'm going to break his arm. I'm going to break this ****'s arm!
Schneider, still holding the microphone, grabs Jass by the right arm, lifting it into almost a chicken wing position. Jass begins to scream as Schneider twists his arm behind his back and continues to pull backwards in an entirely unnatural position. A grinding sound like bad breaks on a car resounds through the arena, followed by a squeal in agony from Jass. Schneider gets a Grinch like smile across his face, disposing of Jass who clutches his wing to his body.
Schneider rolls to the outside, grabbing a steel chair and throwing it into the ring. The referee is trying to check on Jass. Without hesitation, Schneider blasts the referee over the top of the head with a shotgun like chair shot. Then a shot across Jass' back. Then a second, then a third. Jass rolls over to protect his back and Schneider takes a golf swing, nailing him in the point of the elbow with the tip of the chair. Jass rolls back over to his stomach, where Schneider continues to pound away with another dozen chair shots, warping and disfiguring the chair around Jass' back. The back of the chair goes flying after several of these shots. Schneider seems to have tired himself out after a few dozen chair shots, Jass completely motionless. Schneider grabs the microphone again.
Phillip Schneider: Got a joke for you guys. Heh. It's a good one. Remember me for a day. Remember me for a week. Remember me for a month. Remember me for a year. Remember me for a decade. Remember me for a millennium. Remember me forever. …...Knock knock. Who's there? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO REMEMBER ME! Such a funny man, hah! Remember me, because I'm Phillip Schneider.
A disregarding boot to the prone and motionless body of Jass and Schneider exits the ring, leaving a par for the course vortex of chaos behind him.
Alecia Matthews: We need to go to commercial so we can clean this mess up. Jesus.
I dont know good luck 
