Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 11, 2018 17:58:50 GMT
We cut to Benny Newell and Joe Hoffman who are standing by in the Warden’s Office with the bank of video screens behind them showing just about every part of Alcatraz. Benny is bent over with a bucket between his knees groaning while Joe greets the viewers with his serious face on.
Joe Hoffman: Ladies and gentlemen we have finally reached the end of our show. We’ve seen some pretty titanic clashes thus far and surprises as well. Let’s have a quick rundown shall we?
Benny Newell: UGH! Fuck! Uraaaaggh!
Newell vomits forcibly into the bucket as he Joe makes a disgusted expression but manages not to throw up himself, keep his eyes on the camera, a faint, apologetic smile touching his lips.
Joe Hoffman: Apparently Benny wouldn’t like to but we are going to do it anyway.. stay strong Benny, stay strong. Hall of Famer and legend here in High Octane Wrestling Kostoff defeated new arrival Chris Diamond in a hellacious Prison Yard match, the kind of thing we have all come to expect from the man known as Kostoff..
Benny Newell: Uggh rape donkeys.. Fuck Chris Diamond.. next..
Joe Hoffman: Jace Parker Davidson continues to show the world that he is a force to be reckoned with even if he is not in the World Title hunt at the moment by defeating Evan Ward to unify the LSD and Television Championships. You can bet that whoever survives the upcoming match had best watch their back.. Jace will likely be revisiting his time as a World Champion soon enough.
Benny Newell: Evan Ward fucking sucks.. Ground Zero fucking sucks..
Joe Hoffman: And of course, Perfectly Marvelous proves once again they are the dominate Tag Team in HOW winning a record setting number of Tag Team Championships and shutting out COOL Reality.
Benny Newell: ..oh who fucking cares!? WHO CARES! Where is my Percocet?
Joe pulls a bottle out of his pocket and shakes it at Benny whose eyes widen up. Hoffman looks disgusted as he tosses it away, Benny falling out of his chair and scrambling across the room to grab them as Joe turns back to the camera.
Joe Hoffman: Of course all of that, all of the violence we have witnessed here tonight, all of the destruction and the mutilations, they are likely to pale in comparison to what is about to happen. That is not to take from any of our fine athletes and amazing competitors here in HOW. There is simply no way to describe what the six people in the Solitary Confinement Match have been through in the last two weeks and what they are going to be capable of doing going into this match.
Benny hobbles back over, shoving a few pills into his mouth before he grabs his custom HOW Flask, washing the pills away with his whiskey.
Benny Newell:..is it time all fucking ready? DO I GET TO SEE SOME PUSSY!? Hot, crazy, Kirsta Pussy!?
Joe Hoffman: Yes, Benny..it’s time.
The feed cuts away to the Solitary Confinement wing where armed guards are currently leaving carrying several different weapons. A baseball bat with nails in it, a spiked mace, what looks like a small ballpoint pen, a pair of brass knuckles and of course, Max Kael’s twisted power saw.
Joe Hoffman: Earlier today Lee Best announced that the individual weapons of the competitors would be removed from their cells and placed outside of the solitary confinement wing which means in order to get a hold of your particular weapon you will need to escape the wing adding a new level of sadism to this particularly vicious event.
Benny Newell: Can you grab someone else’s weapon!? Or all the weapons!?
Joe Hoffman: I don’t really see why not which once again gives the first to reach the weapons a huge advantage over the rest. Speed mixed with cleverness can be a real boon in matches like this.
Benny Hoffman: Fuck, Kirsta might have smuggled in a handgun up her ass! She could totally use that on someone and no one would have found it! Not without ass raping her.. man.. ass raping Kirsta Lewis..
Joe Hoffman: Mind on task Benny!
Referees Matt Boettcher and Joe Hortega slowly make their way into the solitary confinement wing as they signal toward the cameras that they have reached their proper positions.
Joe Hoffman: Well the signal has been given! Looks like in ten seconds.. this match is going to get underway..
10..
9..
8…
Benny Newell: Fuck.. all I can think about is ass rape and the lonely ICON Title..
7..
6…
5….
Joe Hoffman: Just five more seconds…
4…
3…
CRACK!!
Joe Hoffman: One of the cell doors was just kicked open!? Who was that!? Who did it!?
Benny Newell: I.. I..
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Max Kael: Hahaha! FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! RUSTY LOOKS AND BATTERY ACID, WE’RE FREE AT LAST! HAHAHAHAHAAHAH!
The Maniacal Maximillian Kael’s face appears to be covered in a strange sort of mask akin to what you would expect Hannibal Lector to wear while his hands are covered in strange wire protectors to keep him from using his fingernails. Blood appears to be covering his right arm and mask giving him a terribly gruesome appearance. Immediately Max scrambles toward the exit, bypassing referee Joe Hortega who just looks on in terror.
Joe Hoffman: It looks like Max has already escaped his cell! Good lord ladies and gentlemen! Someone get the rest of those cells open! Get this match underway before Max gets too much of an advantage!
A loud alarm goes off signaling a Prison Break as the other five doors immediately swing open allowing their “prisoners” to escape..
Kirsta Lewis is the first to stumble out of her room looking dirty but otherwise in stable condition, her eyes wide with anticipation as she sees Max scrambling down the long hall of the wing. Suddenly a shadow moves behind her… Rhys Townsend.
Joe Hoffman: Confusion reigns when the doors open at the start of this match as everyone tries to get their bearings, tries to figure out what is reality and what is simply the workings of their own mind.
Benny Newell: GET THAT BITCH!
Townsend sends a stiff forearm to the back of her head, dropping her to her knees. Townsend sends a boot into the back of her head knocking Kirsta down hard to the concrete floor before David Black appears from another shadowy cell tackling Rhys to ground, reigning a series of stiff rights and lefts to Townsends head. Rhys screams up at Black however Black appears completely lost in his violence, babbling to himself nonsensically.
Joe Hoffman: Kirsta is saved by the unlikely interference of David Black who seems to have not done well during his time in Solitary!
Benny Newell: He’s fucking crazy! Well I mean he has always been fucking crazy but who the hell attacks the Roid Raging Rhys!? That’s suicide, Hoffman! DRINK!
The next to exit out into the hall is none other than the son of God himself, Mike Best, who regards Kirsta, Black and Townsend calmly before turning his attention toward the escaping Max Kael where a low fuck is muttered under his breath. Ignoring the others Mike immediately takes off after Max though his motions are stiff and staggered given his two weeks of being trapped in a prison cell unable to exercise his legs properly. The last to make his appearance is Stevens who notices Michael attempting to run prompting him to catch the young son of Lee Best.
Joe Hoffman: You know, it’s interesting to see how these pairings are working out, Mike is after Max, Scott is after Mike and the other three just seem to be out to get whatever they can.
Benny Newell: SOMEONE FUCK KIRSTA LEWIS!
Kirsta sees her chance to attack and she grabs Steven’s leg and pulls him down before biting into his leg causing him to scream loudly. He kicks back at her with his free foot however the Hellkat keeps at it, tearing down into the leg with vicious gnashing of her teeth. Finally Stevens is able to lean down and punch her in the head with a solid blow to the left ear which causes her to release the bite.
Joe Hoffman: Kirsta showing some real tenacity there with those bites! I am sure Scott Stevens is going to have a few nasty bruises after this match.. and honestly he will be lucky if that’s all he has.
Benny Newell: That slut will put anything in her mouth, even that cock gobblers leg! Who the fuck bites people?! THIS IS AMAZING! I need a drink..
Joe Hoffman: You have your flask next to you and your mini-fridge! What else do you want!?
Benny Newell:..shit I have a mini-fridge?! What the hell man!?
Kirsta staggers to her feet and Stevens charges forward sending a stiff hook inot Kirsta’s jaw, popping her backwards before he shoves his shoulder into her stomach causing her to double over. Stevens reaches down and grabs Kirsta by the hair and pulsl her up to her feet, slamming her head into the near by steel door with a loud thwacking sound however the defiant Kirsta refuses to go down. Instead she fires back with a stiff right hand followed by a knee to the groin which neutralizes Stevens for a second, his hands releasing Kirsta’s hair as he lets out a low groan.
David Black has moved off Townsend and is now kicking the former leader of Ground Zero. Content that he has kicked Townsend enough, Black looks around and finds the closest thing he can find to a weapon presently in the block, a metal bar used for the railing. As Townsend starts to get up Black immediately tries to kick or break the mental handrail free giving himself an instant improve weapon. After a few shots the bar seems to give away and snap free of the hand railing, clattering to the ground.
Benny Newell: A WEAPON! A WEAPON! ALCATRAZ PROVIDES!
Joe Hoffman: Indeed, a clever move there by David Black in breaking off a piece of the hand railing in an attempt to get their hands on a weapon early on.
Townsend is not so easily kept down and the thickly built former leader of Ground Zero is back up to his feet and sending a stiff forearm into the back of Black’s head before Townsend grabs him by the head and slams him face first into the railing he is trying to break. Black holds his face as he staggers back and falls to the ground while Townsend stalks forward with murder in his eyes.
Meanwhile Max Kael has long since disappeared into the darkness outside of the Solitary Confinement Wing with Mike Best hot on his heels. Reaching the exit Mike slows down and cautiously approaches while the chaos between the other four competitors rages in the background. Suddenly the roar of a power saw screams through the Solitary confinement wing as Maximillian Kael appears from the darkness of the doorway laughing!
SCREEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZEEECH!
The metal saws bite into the metal walls of the doorway as Mike manages to jump back and out of the way of Max’s power saw. Sparks fly from the steel teeth of the saw as Max’s face is illuminated by their nefarious glow, simply remaining at the entrance with a sickening grin on his face daring Mike to step forward and try to get through the door way.
Benny Newell: LADY MURDERFUCKS! ALREADY!?
Joe Hoffman: ..that is going to make it hard to leave now..
The sound of the roaring saw causes Kirsta and Stevens to stop fighting, scrambling up to their feet as they stare at Max Kael slowly wandering toward everyone, laughing and powering his saw up to drown all other noise out. Stevens and Kirsta move up behind Mike Best as the three stare at Max, nervously unsure what to do. Suddenly Stevens jumps forward attempting to tackle Max!
Joe Hoffman: Good lord! Steven’s is going to get himself killed!
Benny Newell: Nothing about what you said sounds back…
SHEERRN!
The saw blade bites into Steven’s left arm as blood sprays over Max causing Stevens to stumble back screaming and holding the wound! Though bloody it look as though the wound is superficial at best but still a successful display of the dangerous of Max’s weapon. Mike turns around and starts to scream at Townsend and David Black who fighting over the metal handrail that David Black managed to break away.
Joe Hoffman: Mike is trying to rally everyone to the very obvious fact that if Max is not taken care of he is going to cut all of them down!
Benny Newell:..What the fuck Mike! You used to be a cool guy! Letting people get hopped up should have been high on your list of things you would normally let happen! Fuuuck! DRINK!
Standing between freedom and destruction, Max Kael stares down his five other opponents as they slowly rally together, their previous rivalries forgotten..
Suddenly David Black grabs the broken rail pipe and rushes forward followed by Mike Best, Stevens and Kirsta Lewis!
SHREEEEEEEEEENCH!
Joe Hoffman: David Black has a weapon and he is not afraid to fight with it!
Sparks erupted from the metal pipe as David Black swings it at Max, the teeth of the saw deflecting it however with each blow Max is forced further and further backward toward their freedom! Pushed on by Kirsta, Mike and Stevens, Max starts to stumble and swing wildly, doing his best to ward off the attack of David Black!
Joe Hoffman: It’s like watching some kind of post-apocalyptic sword fight only one guy has a pipe and one guy has some kind of crazy saw like device!
Benny Newell: THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME, I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING!!
BRUUZZAAAZZZPTTH!
Lady Murderfucks, beloved saw of Maximillian Kael suddenly erupts into a series of electoral sparks and smoke as the blade finally blows off the end of it, slamming into the ceiling above Max’s head. Left with no choice, Max hurls the bulk of the saw at David Black which catches him in the chest knocking him backward into Mike, Scott and Kirsta as the lot of them tumble backward! Max takes advantage of the situation and immediately skitters away, back out of the Solitary confinement chamber and out into the main prison!
Joe Hoffman: The coward, running away once his advantage is gone! He couldn’t stand up to anyone without his weapon so now he is going to go find some dark corner to hide in, trust me!
Benny Newell: Who? Max Tactical retreat, Hoffman, any idiot can see that. Clearly he pissed off pretty much everybody, would you want to stick around after early killing everyone? Fuck no! Get the hell out of there Max!
Mike slips back up to his feet and shoves David Black and Kirsta out of the way as he follows after Max showing little to no interest in engaging his other opponents! Black and Kirsta look at each other for a moment before they also start to book it out of the Solitary Confinement wing giving chase to Mike Best, elbowing and punching each other as they try to make their way to freedom.
Joe Hoffman: There they go! It’s a full-fledged prison break now that Max is out of the way! Kirsta Lewis, David Black and Mike Best have all made their way out of the Solitary Confinement wing and Matt Boettcher is after them! We’ll track them on the cameras up here in the warden’s office..
Once again it is Townsend who appears from nowhere attacking the other only individual remaining in the Solitary Confinement block, Scott Stevens! A thick forearm slams into the back of Steven’s head, staggering him as Townsend looks on with a menacing expression. Grabbing Scott by the back of his head, Townsend slams his face into the concrete floor, rubbing his forehead against the uneven surface as the man screams out in pain.
Joe Hoffman: Ever since joining the Best Alliance Townsend has gotten a real bad mean streak in him become not only a sadist but a bully as well, breaking Silent Witness after the former World Champion defeated him to retain his title.
Benny Newell: It’s called being a winner, Hoffman, you should fucking try it sometime!
Dragging Stevens up to his feet Townsend sends a stiff fist into the man’s gut before sending another ham handed first into Stevens’ jaw, spinning the man around, his eyes glazing over. Grabbing Scott by the back of his head, Townsend runs him face first into the nearby cell door, bouncing his skull off the metal as the Scorpion falls to the hard, unforgiving ground. Townsend continues his beating, pulling him up before tossing Stevens toward the exit, taking his time with him, an almost casual manner taking Townsend over as he stalks his prey.
Stevens slowly staggers up to his feet, checking the cut on his arm to make sure it has not been further damaged before he can feel Townsend’s hands on him once again. Instinct takes over and Steven’s fires a stiff elbow backward catching Townsend unprepared! Another fist from Stevens pushes Townsend back toward the Solitary Confinement cells before he moves forward and grabs Townsends head, ramming his knees into it repeatedly before shoving Townsend back where he lands in a heap on the ground, dazed and confused as to the assault he just had unleashed upon him.
Stevens drops down for a cover!
UNO!!
DOS!!!
KICKOUT!
Benny Newell: Fuck that whore Stevens! Townsend can’t be that easily defeated!
Joe Hoffman: The first near pinfall goes to Stevens but we have a long way left to go folks..
We cut to Mike Best rushing into the main cell blocks where several guards were standing by holding the various weapons that each HOW super star had arrived with. Noticing his pen, Mike quickly rushed toward the guard, snatching it out of the guard’s hand.
Mike Best: Where is Max!? WHICH WAY DID HE GO!?
The guard points toward the exit to the main cells leading outside causing Mike to speed off in that direction. Next to appear were Kirsta Lewis and David Black, fighting with each other to get to the guards first. Kirsta manages to elbow David Black in the throat, cutting off his breathing for a moment as he falls to his knees choking giving Kirsta the chance to run up to the guard holding her mace.
Joe Hoffman: Mike is hell bent on finding Max on the grounds wherever that coward had run off to.
Benny Newell: It’s called a god damn tactical retreat, how many fucking times do I need to ear fuck you with that before it sticks!? DRINK!
Joe Hoffman: More importantly, it seems that Kirsta Lewis has gotten a hold of her weapon, a medieval style spiked mace… yeah this should be safe.
Benny Newell: BARBWIRE DIDLO YOU SAY!?
Joe Hoffman:..I did not say that.
Benny Newell: Oh.. well you should have said that.
Brandishing the mace she turns back toward David Black who is slowly recovering, holding his neck as he coughs loudly. A terrible smile slips over her face as she raises the mace above her head…
THUD!
Kirsta’s eyes flutter up as she flops forward, her mace clattering to the ground in front of her. Standing behind her is the twisted form of Maximillian Kael, having been hiding in the main prison block somewhere the entire time, in his hand he carries David Black’s brass knuckles. Max turns his wild eyes toward the exit where Mike had just ran out, giggling from behind his mask before he slipped the brass knuckles off, tossing them to the confused David Black before skipping away.
Joe Hoffman: Max never left! That guard lied, that son of a bitch was hiding in there for an opportunity to get whatever advantage he could get!
Benny Newell: Fuck, that sounds like the hookers I get only less brass knuckles and more gonorrhea. WHAT!?
Joe Hoffman: Nothing, Benny, nothing… just disappointment in you.
Black quickly grabs the knuckles and slips them over his hands, grabbing Kirsta mace as well. Slowly pulling himself up he prepare to punish Kirsta when Townsend and Stevens slam into the main cell block, crashing down to the floor as each man swings heavy fists down on each other. Behind the referee Joel Hortega arrives having Matt Boettcher away so that he can help track down Max and Mike incase a pinfall happens away from the main bunch.
David, seeing his extreme advantage of being armed, moves toward Stevens and Townsend who are unaware of the situation. Stevens shoves Townsend away and climbs to his feet..
CRACK!
Joe Hoffman: Sweet Jesus, did you see that hit!?
Benny Newell: It was only an ounce of weed, dude! Cancer smoke well more then me!
Joe Hoffman: No that’s not.. Never mind!
Black sends the brass knuckles to crash into Scott’s face causing him to collapse to the ground once again holding his face. Black then swings the mace down at Townsend who has enough of a mind to roll out of the way! Black swings the mace down once again trying to destroy Townsend only for the previous World Champion to scramble back out of the way, quickly stumbling up to his feet and getting into a defensive position. Black prepares to attack again when he notices that Kirsta is getting up to her feet as well.
As Black is momentarily distracted, Townsend charges forward and spears Black to the ground causing the mace to fly out of Black’s hand and across the prison floor back toward Kirsta. Black sends a few solid shots into Townsend’s ribs with the brass knuckles as welts start to form on the Best Alliance member’s body. Curling up into a ball, Rhys tries to cover up from the blows as Black is able to escape Townsend’s grasp.
Joe Hoffman: Rhys taking a beating there thanks to the brass knuckles and the solid hits by Black! I wouldn’t be surprised if Black broke one of Townsend’s ribs!
Benny Newell: That’s ok, they make drugs for that!
Lewis grabs her mace and begins to stalk Black, who has turned to greet her with a sadistic smile. The two circle each other before moving toward the cafeteria. Stevens has also started to recover from getting punched in the back of the head with the brass knuckles, climbing back up to his feet. As he stumbles after them one of the guards presents him with his weapon..
Grabbing his Nail Bat, which he calls Lucy, Stevens grins maliciously before he stalks after Black and Lewis leaving Townsend on the ground, still curled into a ball. As they enter the mess hall, Black charges Kirsta Lewis screaming as he runs along. Lewis swings the mace as David ducks out of the way, her spiked weapon smashing into the nearby table! Black swings his knuckles at Kirsta’s head however she manages to pull her mace back into the direction of blow causing Black to punch the mace itself!
SMASH!
Kirsta catches Black in the side of the head with her mace causing three large gashes to tear open on the top of his head as he is knocked about five feet to the side where his head smashes into the wall! Blood splatters across the sterile floor as Black’s body twitches, slowly slumping down!
Joe Hoffman: A HORRIFYING HIT! MY GOD! DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO BLACKS FACE!?
Benny Newell: THAT WAS FUCKTASTIC! DRINK! DRINK!
Steven’s charges Lewis now and swings his bat down hard at her as she blocks with her mace! With the lighter bat and his larger frame, Steven’s is able to keep up his brutal attacks! Lewis is slowly forced to retreat back into the kitchen area where the stoves, steam tables and ovens appear to be heated up and working!
Black in the main cell block Townsend has managed to stagger up to his feet when a guard hands him a piece of paper…
Joe Hoffman: Townsend forgot to bring a weapon… so what is on that note?!
Benny Newell: It looks like it has Lee Best’s signature on it..
Townsend smiles and tucks the note into his pants.
Joe Hoffman: It looks like the action is moving to the kit-..wait.. what?
Benny Newell: What the fuck is that?
Joe Hoffman:.. I think someone just knocked on the.. Oh.. OH GOD! GET OUT OF HERE! YOU’RE NOT SUP-Btzzzzz…
In the kitchen Kirsta Lewis and Scott Stevens stalk each other, Mace and Nail Bat being swung wildly! Stevens’s swings at Kirsta’s head smashing a nearby heat lamp as sparks and glass explode in a flash of orange light showing both athletes. Stevens keeps up his assault smashing the nearby counter, punching holes into the metal coverings as Kirsta is forced to retreat further and further into the steam and the fire of the kitchen.
Finally Kirsta sees her opening and swings her mace down at Steven’s leg!
CRUNCH!
Steven’s leg gives out from under him as the larger man falls down to one knee as blood runs from a large gash in his calf muscle! Kirsta lets out an awful crackle as she lifts the mace above her head slamming it into Steven’s head..
CRACK!
Steven’s muster’s his strength and swings his nail bat into Kirsta’s abdomen knocking the air out of her as well as tearing several large gashes across her flesh! Blood gushes forward as she stumbles back, dropping her blood stained mace on the ground! Steven’s looks down at his knee, holding his hand on the wound to stem the blood before he starts to drag himself toward the exit of the kitchen.
Kirsta starts to pull herself up using the nearby stove which has several pots of boiling water on it. Reaching out she burns herself on one of the burners which seems to jolt her to her feet, looking down at the blood running down her chest and stomach. Suddenly screaming and be heard from the entrance to the kitchen as David Black appears, his face half ruined, his right eye swollen shut as he screams for Kirsta.
Stumbling through the kitchen toward Kirsta, his brass knuckles hanging in his hand. Lewis’s eyes go wide as she sees the man she might have permanently scarred lumbering toward her. Looking around frantically she spots her mace, bending down to pick it up..
BANG!
With an unexpected speed, Black charges forward and knee’s Kirsta in the face, slamming her head off the nearby oven where she slips on her own blood on the floor. Black stands over her, holding his half ruined face as blood drips between his fingers. Kirsta looks dazed and looks up only to see what Black has decided to do…
Kirsta Lewis: OOOH GOD NOOO! NOOOOO!
Grabbing the pots of boiling water, Black pulls them down over Kirsta bathing her in boiling liquid and steaming pots! Her screams echo around the room, a mix of horror and pain as her body spasms, her own wounds boiling closed as the water puts her system into shock! Black falls forward, laying on top of Kirsta as Hortega slides in using their blood and hot water like a slip and slide..
UNO!...
DOS!....
TRES!!!
Bryan McVay: ELIMINIATED in 13 MINUTES..... KIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiRSTA LEWIS!
David Black slowly rolls off Kirsta’s body, blood and steamy water rolling off his body as he holds his face once again, the gashes on his face bleeding out onto the floor. Turning around Black spots Stevens pulling himself out of the kitchen, trying his best not to put too much pressure on it. Black stalks forward, picking up Kirsta’s mace along the way.
Stevens turns around and spies Black moving in for the kill, leaning on his nail bat for support as he turns to face his enemy. Black stumbles forward, the blood loss starting to turn his skin ashen white, as he feels his body starting to give out on him.
Figuring on a strong offensive being better than a weak defense, Stevens takes advantage of the weakened Black and lunges forward with his bat, aiming to crack Black across the face! Black manages to block with Kirsta’s mace however it knocks him to the side where he slams into one of the metal steam tables, shaking it.
Steven’s swings down at Black again however he manages to push himself out of the way once again, the weight of Steven’s swing knocking the heavy steam table to the side ripping the various gas lines out of the ground in the process venting gas into the kitchen.
Noticing the scent of the gas in the air, Steven’s realizes it is time to leave and turns his body, kicking David Black across the face where his gash wounds were causing the man to scream out in pain, dropping the mace as he clutched his face once again. Hobbling toward the exit, Stevens hears a popping noise behind his head..
BOOOOOOOM!
The kitchen’s gas light ignites and explodes sending burning metal, glass and flames in all directions! Steven’s is lifted and tossed into the cafeteria where his body smashes through a few tables, rolling to a stop. Pulling himself up in the broken remains of the table, Steven’s looks back into the flames with a dazed expression..
Suddenly David Black’s body stumbles forward out of the burning ruins of the kitchen with his left arm and back on fire, screaming! The wanders forward for a moment longer before drops to the ground, rolling around as the flames are slowly put out, his blackened flesh bubbling up with blisters. As he lies still, Black’s eyes flutter into the back of his head as Stevens drags himself forward, using his bat like a crutch.
Draping his arm over Black’s chest, Hortega drops down once again…
UNO!
DOS!
TR-KICKOUT!
Somehow Black kicks out! Steven’s looks horrified as he rolls off of Black before he stands up with his bat looking down at Black..
CRACK!
Swing the bat at the side of Black’s head, Steven’s lands a solid head that causes Black’s head to snap violently to the side, his body shuddering before he simply stops moving. Stevens kneels down and covers Black once again..
UNO…
DOS…
TRES!!!
Bryan McVay: ELIMINATED AT 16 MINUTES 29 SECONDS – DAVID BLACK
Stevens stands up over the ruin that is David Black, letting out a sigh of relief as he turns back toward the entrance of the mess hall, his eyes fixed on the main cells once again. Heading toward the exit he notices that he does not see any sign of Townsend, Best or Kael anymore. Using his bat like a cane, Stevens slowly moves his way into the main cells carefully checking his corners..
Suddenly he spots Townsend sitting in the corner, rocking back and forth. Readying his bat, Stevens moves toward his opponent getting ready to drop him like he did Black when Rhys turned around suddenly, his eyes wide as three needles appeared jammed into his chest, some strange blue liquid dripping out of the needle holes in his chest.
Roaring loudly, Rhys stood up suddenly and grabbed Stevens by the neck, dragging him toward the exit of the Main Cells. As Townsend tosses Stevens into the hard rocky road just outside of the Main Jailhouse building he pounds his chest loudly, snarling savagely.
Swinging his bat at Townsend, Stevens strikes at the man’s gut causing the three time HOW World Champion to stagger back, blood seeping through his fingers as clutches his gut, his teeth grinding together. Steven’s stands up slowly swinging his bat across Townsend’s back causing the drugged up monster to straight out and stumble forward, two nail wounds seeping blood out of his back..
WHERE IS MAX?!
Mike suddenly appears running at Stevens holding his pen, his shit and vomit stained jump suit giving him a madman’s appearance. Stevens bracing himself and swings at Mike however the obsessed Best ducks under the swinging bat and tackles Steven’s to the ground, slamming his fists into his opponents face! Screaming down at his opponent, Michael reaches into his pocket and retrieves his pen, readying it to stab Stevens..
CRACK!
A heavy boot kicks the back of Mike’s head, kicking him away from Stevens. Rhys reaches down and grabs Stevens by the head, growling under his breath before he yanks the bat out of Stevens hand. Tossing the bat away, Rhys drags Stevens toward the side of the main prison building..
CRACK!
Rhys slams Steven’s head into the side of the prison..
CRACK!
Once again..
CRACK!...
CRACK!
CRACK!...
Stevens body goes limp, sliding down the side of the building, a blood stain trail left behind. Townsend sets his foot on Scott’s chest as Matt Boettcher slips into the area to make the pinfall..
One….
Two….
THREE!!!
ELIMINATED AT 22 MINUTES 23 SECONDS – SCOTT STEVENS
Max Kael: MIIIIIIICHAELLL!!!...come see me at the Church.. heh-heh…
The sound of Max Kael’s voice carried over Alcatraz as Mike Best’s head perked up. Obsessed madness overtook Mike’s face as he began running toward the church. Townsend turned and stared at Mike, his eyes twitching before he rushed forward chasing after Mike, both men making a B-line for the church.
With the church in sight, Townsend barrels up behind Mike, slamming his forearm into the back of his head! Dropping down to the ground, Mike rolls a few feet thanks to his momentum before he quickly gets back up to his feet, turning toward the savage Townsend. Townsend moves forward, swinging at Mike who manages to dodge out of the way and send a stiff punch into Townsend’s bloody chest where Steven’s bad had impacted him earlier.
Townsend’s murderous rage pushes him despite the pain that rips through his body as Mike sends another punch into his chest, pushing him back slowly. Suddenly Townsends arms reach forward and grab Mike’s head, headbutting the Son of Best who is knocked backward, falling down the pavement road toward the church. Townsend howls once again and jumps after Mike, blood flowing more freely from his chest now that Mike has struck the nail bat wounds.
As Mike starts to get up he is met with a stiff boot to the jaw, knocking Mike’s head backward as blood shots out of his nose, likely being broken by the savage Townsend. Grabbing Mike by the neck, Townsend turns and throws him through the doors of the chapel, his body smashing through them as he lands near the old wooden cross used several years ago at Rumble at the Rock to crucify Scottywood.
Struggling to get to his feet, Mike spits some blood onto the ground only to feet Townsend’s hands round his neck once again, lifting him up to his feet before tossing him into the nearby pews. Desperate, Mike scrambles through the pews he landed in, keeping low as to avoid being seen by Townsend.
The savage Townsend begins kicking over the pews in his hunt for Mike, starting to slow down as the blood loss begins to wear him down. Mike manages to scramble to the front of the church looking for anything he can use against the seemingly invulnerable Townsend. Spotting Mike, Townsend starts to charge forward once again, roaring as he lifts his hands above his head preparing to go for a double ax handle…
CRACK!
Mike grabs a heavy nearby bible and slams it into Townsend’s face, a loud cracking nose signifying something there in being perhaps broken! Townsend looks dazed as he stumbles back, blood oozing out of his nose and mouth. Mike steps forward once again with the heavy old bible..
CRACK!
Townsend’s body seems to slowly fall back into a more subdued, weakened state as his shoulders slump back, his head lolling to the side. Mike sends a stiff kick to Townsend’s gut and slams the bible up into Townsend’s head once again, Townsend face flipping upward as he nearly falls down stumbling back into the doors of the church, his eyes rolling up in his head as he is out on his feet…
Then, out of the shadows near Townsend, Max appears holding a needle with the strange blue liquid in it once again. Jamming it into Townsend’s neck, Max sneers at Mike.
Max Kael: YOU’LL NEVER GET US! HEHEH! GET HIM, HIGH MARSHALL!
Stepping back, Max kicks Townsend square in the back as he is forced back toward a surprised Mike! Townsend’s eyes flare open as the chemicals pump through his system once again, adrenaline and drugs reigniting that hate rage deep in the groinial region of Townsend’s body..
Mike tosses the bible away and reaches into his pocket once again, retrieving his Bottomline Pen….
Townsend charges forward, his eyes boiling over with rage and hate! There is no thought, no strategy, just attack and kill Mike Best. Mike uses that to his advantage, moving away from Townsend and dodging his swings..
CRACK!
A thick fist from Townsend catches Mike under the jaw as the Son of Best is knocked to the side however he fires back by sending his pen under Townsend’s armpit, jamming it through the skin there as Townsend lets out a horrible roar, falling back as blood begins to pour down the side of his dress shirt matching the rest of the blood stains on the front and back of it.
He swings with his other arm as Mike slams his pen into the other armpit, this time headbutting Townsend in the process! Townsend falls back, both of his arms bleeding and weakened while his face remains dazed. Mike pushes his advantage, grabbing a nearby broken leg from a pew, slamming it into the side of Townsend’s head.
CRACK!
Again Townsend feels the solid wood leg smash into the side of his head. His eyes flutter as the hate beings to bleed out of him again..
CRACK!
Mike forces Townsend down, falling back onto the heavy wooden cross that Scottywood had been crucified on so long ago. Standing over Townsend, Mike, breathing heavily, tosses the wooden leg away and drops to his knees, mounting Townsend. Holding the Bottomline Pen in his hand he stares down at Townsend whose eyes look around dazed and confused.
Mike Best:..you’re lucky I am saving this for a very specific eye…
Mike then slams the pen down into Townsend’s right hand, driving it with enough force to break through his hand and down into the wooden cross! Townsend screams and thrashes while Mike puts his foot down on Townsend’s other wrist! Leaning forward, a low popping sound can be heard as Mike dislocates Townsend’s wrist while Matt Boettcher drops down for another pinfall…
ONE…
…TWO!...
Mighty big pause for this early in the morning….
THREE!!!!!
Bryan McBayL ELIMINATED AT 34 MINUTES and 01 SECONDS – RHYS TOWNSEND!
Mike reaches over and yanks free his Bottomline Pen, slumping to the side as he Townsend can be heard groaning in the background. Then..
Max Kael: So you beat Townsend huh?... Well.. heh-heh.. come join us in the Mental Ward then..
Mike’s eyes flash open and a look of determination washes over him before he stands up and starts to walk toward the medical wing..
Mike enters the shadowy remains of the old mental ward of Alcatraz Island. Gagged and tied up in the center of the entrance way is Joe Hoffman and Benny Newell, kidnapped earlier it would appear which would also explain how Max was keeping tabs on where everybody was. Readying his Bottomline Pen, Mike smears some of the blood on his chin away, ready for war…
Darkness surrounds the mental ward as the moon filters through only a few of the windows, the rest mostly boarded up. The sound of the water outside is the only sound that manages to filter into the ward beyond Mike’s footsteps.
As Mike continues to move through the broken down and dirty metal ward he finds the mask that Max was wearing earlier in the night along with his metal finger covers…
From behind Mike glinted a shiny smile…
CRASH!!
Mike feels glass shatter over the back of his head as Max Kael melts out of the shadows with a mirror collected from one of the patient rooms. Mike falls to the ground, holding his head as he drops his bottomline pen. Max quickly picks the pen up before he kicks Mike in the side of the head, giggling to himself as he slowly circles his brother and fellow son of Lee Best.
Blood starts to wet Mike’s hair as lacerations to the back of his head start to weep crimson. Max moves in again, kneeing Mike in the face before he grabs his brother by the collar of his prison jump suit, dragging him toward one of the near by windows that looked out over the water and the cliffs below.
Max Kael: It comes down to you and me! Brothers of Best!
Mike fights back, twisting around as he bits Max’s leg causing the Paragon of HOW to scream, punching Mike in the face before he stomps away on Mike’s body. Max picks up Mike and tosses him into one of the cabinets, the doors crumbling under Mike’s weight as wood splinters and falls down around him. Grabbing his brother by the collar again, Max drags him out of the rumble and back into the moonlight filter through one of the windows, maddened eyes staring at Mike’s own eyes, metal teeth shimmering blue.
Mike sends his fist up into Max’s gut, a shard of wood from the cabinet stabbing into Max! The air is driven from Max’s lungs as he pushes Mike away, looking down at the small shard of wood in his stomach. Mike falls to the ground, holding his head as the pain throbs through his body while Max slowly sets his spidery fingers around the wood. Yanking it free, blood slowly pumps from the wound causing Max to giggle.
Max Kael:..good job.. Good job!.. you.. stabbed me..
Stumbling forward, Max kicked Mike in the gut, rolling him over before Max pulled out Mike’s Bottomline Pen.
Max Kael: Last time you were here.. Townsend gave you a nice scar.. But I want you to remember Michael.. I want you to remember who gave you the Best scar…
Max started to throw fists down at Mike’s face, again and again and again as Mike’s head bounced off the mental wards floor. Satisfied, Max stood up slowly and walked away from Mike….
ROAAAARRRWWWAAAAR!
The roar of Lady Murderfucks fills the room as Max appears with his saw once again, repaired.. or perhaps he had two to begin with! Malice blazed upon Max’s face as he stepped over Mike, giggling and chittering wildly. Unable to defend himself Max slowly set to work…
Blood and orange jumpsuit sprayed in all directions as Max slowly sawed a massive MK into Mike’s chest with the saw, just deep enough into the skin to leave some kind of permanent mark. As much as Mike screamed it was drowned out by the twisted saw in Max’s hand..
With his work done, Max turned off the saw and tossed it to the side, slowly reaching down and hugging Mike. Slowly standing up, Max dragged Mike up to his feet and positioned him so that he would be standing in front of the window overlooking the cliffs.
Max pulled Mike’s Bottomline Pen out of his pocket and cradled his brothers face..
Max Kael: .. why can’t you just have fun like me?...
Smiling at Mike, Max plunged the Pen down into Mike’s face..
MIKE GRABS THE PEN FROM MAX’S HAND!
With the skill only a blood relative of Lee Best could have, Mike stabs the Pen into Max’s right eye!
Blood streams form Max’s face as he screams, pushing Mike away, holding his face.
Max Kael: NOT AGAIN! NOT MY EYE AGAIN! AAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAH!
Thrashing violently, Max turned and..
CRASH!
Glass and metal shattered from the window as Max fell through and into the night, his screams echoing into the mental ward before silence…
Matt Boettcher quickly moved to the window to look down… nothing…
ELIMINATED IN 44 MINUTES 23 SECONDS – MAX KAEL
WINNER AND NEW HOW WORLD CHAMPION.....MICHAEL BEST!!!!!!
The PPV fades to black as we see an overhead shot of the new champ lying on the ground while we see nothing but darkness as HOW cameras, medics and authorities rush to find Max Kael.
END OF TRANSMISSION
Joe Hoffman: Ladies and gentlemen we have finally reached the end of our show. We’ve seen some pretty titanic clashes thus far and surprises as well. Let’s have a quick rundown shall we?
Benny Newell: UGH! Fuck! Uraaaaggh!
Newell vomits forcibly into the bucket as he Joe makes a disgusted expression but manages not to throw up himself, keep his eyes on the camera, a faint, apologetic smile touching his lips.
Joe Hoffman: Apparently Benny wouldn’t like to but we are going to do it anyway.. stay strong Benny, stay strong. Hall of Famer and legend here in High Octane Wrestling Kostoff defeated new arrival Chris Diamond in a hellacious Prison Yard match, the kind of thing we have all come to expect from the man known as Kostoff..
Benny Newell: Uggh rape donkeys.. Fuck Chris Diamond.. next..
Joe Hoffman: Jace Parker Davidson continues to show the world that he is a force to be reckoned with even if he is not in the World Title hunt at the moment by defeating Evan Ward to unify the LSD and Television Championships. You can bet that whoever survives the upcoming match had best watch their back.. Jace will likely be revisiting his time as a World Champion soon enough.
Benny Newell: Evan Ward fucking sucks.. Ground Zero fucking sucks..
Joe Hoffman: And of course, Perfectly Marvelous proves once again they are the dominate Tag Team in HOW winning a record setting number of Tag Team Championships and shutting out COOL Reality.
Benny Newell: ..oh who fucking cares!? WHO CARES! Where is my Percocet?
Joe pulls a bottle out of his pocket and shakes it at Benny whose eyes widen up. Hoffman looks disgusted as he tosses it away, Benny falling out of his chair and scrambling across the room to grab them as Joe turns back to the camera.
Joe Hoffman: Of course all of that, all of the violence we have witnessed here tonight, all of the destruction and the mutilations, they are likely to pale in comparison to what is about to happen. That is not to take from any of our fine athletes and amazing competitors here in HOW. There is simply no way to describe what the six people in the Solitary Confinement Match have been through in the last two weeks and what they are going to be capable of doing going into this match.
Benny hobbles back over, shoving a few pills into his mouth before he grabs his custom HOW Flask, washing the pills away with his whiskey.
Benny Newell:..is it time all fucking ready? DO I GET TO SEE SOME PUSSY!? Hot, crazy, Kirsta Pussy!?
Joe Hoffman: Yes, Benny..it’s time.
The feed cuts away to the Solitary Confinement wing where armed guards are currently leaving carrying several different weapons. A baseball bat with nails in it, a spiked mace, what looks like a small ballpoint pen, a pair of brass knuckles and of course, Max Kael’s twisted power saw.
Joe Hoffman: Earlier today Lee Best announced that the individual weapons of the competitors would be removed from their cells and placed outside of the solitary confinement wing which means in order to get a hold of your particular weapon you will need to escape the wing adding a new level of sadism to this particularly vicious event.
Benny Newell: Can you grab someone else’s weapon!? Or all the weapons!?
Joe Hoffman: I don’t really see why not which once again gives the first to reach the weapons a huge advantage over the rest. Speed mixed with cleverness can be a real boon in matches like this.
Benny Hoffman: Fuck, Kirsta might have smuggled in a handgun up her ass! She could totally use that on someone and no one would have found it! Not without ass raping her.. man.. ass raping Kirsta Lewis..
Joe Hoffman: Mind on task Benny!
Referees Matt Boettcher and Joe Hortega slowly make their way into the solitary confinement wing as they signal toward the cameras that they have reached their proper positions.
Joe Hoffman: Well the signal has been given! Looks like in ten seconds.. this match is going to get underway..
10..
9..
8…
Benny Newell: Fuck.. all I can think about is ass rape and the lonely ICON Title..
7..
6…
5….
Joe Hoffman: Just five more seconds…
4…
3…
CRACK!!
Joe Hoffman: One of the cell doors was just kicked open!? Who was that!? Who did it!?
Benny Newell: I.. I..
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Max Kael: Hahaha! FREE AT LAST! FREE AT LAST! RUSTY LOOKS AND BATTERY ACID, WE’RE FREE AT LAST! HAHAHAHAHAAHAH!
The Maniacal Maximillian Kael’s face appears to be covered in a strange sort of mask akin to what you would expect Hannibal Lector to wear while his hands are covered in strange wire protectors to keep him from using his fingernails. Blood appears to be covering his right arm and mask giving him a terribly gruesome appearance. Immediately Max scrambles toward the exit, bypassing referee Joe Hortega who just looks on in terror.
Joe Hoffman: It looks like Max has already escaped his cell! Good lord ladies and gentlemen! Someone get the rest of those cells open! Get this match underway before Max gets too much of an advantage!
A loud alarm goes off signaling a Prison Break as the other five doors immediately swing open allowing their “prisoners” to escape..
Kirsta Lewis is the first to stumble out of her room looking dirty but otherwise in stable condition, her eyes wide with anticipation as she sees Max scrambling down the long hall of the wing. Suddenly a shadow moves behind her… Rhys Townsend.
Joe Hoffman: Confusion reigns when the doors open at the start of this match as everyone tries to get their bearings, tries to figure out what is reality and what is simply the workings of their own mind.
Benny Newell: GET THAT BITCH!
Townsend sends a stiff forearm to the back of her head, dropping her to her knees. Townsend sends a boot into the back of her head knocking Kirsta down hard to the concrete floor before David Black appears from another shadowy cell tackling Rhys to ground, reigning a series of stiff rights and lefts to Townsends head. Rhys screams up at Black however Black appears completely lost in his violence, babbling to himself nonsensically.
Joe Hoffman: Kirsta is saved by the unlikely interference of David Black who seems to have not done well during his time in Solitary!
Benny Newell: He’s fucking crazy! Well I mean he has always been fucking crazy but who the hell attacks the Roid Raging Rhys!? That’s suicide, Hoffman! DRINK!
The next to exit out into the hall is none other than the son of God himself, Mike Best, who regards Kirsta, Black and Townsend calmly before turning his attention toward the escaping Max Kael where a low fuck is muttered under his breath. Ignoring the others Mike immediately takes off after Max though his motions are stiff and staggered given his two weeks of being trapped in a prison cell unable to exercise his legs properly. The last to make his appearance is Stevens who notices Michael attempting to run prompting him to catch the young son of Lee Best.
Joe Hoffman: You know, it’s interesting to see how these pairings are working out, Mike is after Max, Scott is after Mike and the other three just seem to be out to get whatever they can.
Benny Newell: SOMEONE FUCK KIRSTA LEWIS!
Kirsta sees her chance to attack and she grabs Steven’s leg and pulls him down before biting into his leg causing him to scream loudly. He kicks back at her with his free foot however the Hellkat keeps at it, tearing down into the leg with vicious gnashing of her teeth. Finally Stevens is able to lean down and punch her in the head with a solid blow to the left ear which causes her to release the bite.
Joe Hoffman: Kirsta showing some real tenacity there with those bites! I am sure Scott Stevens is going to have a few nasty bruises after this match.. and honestly he will be lucky if that’s all he has.
Benny Newell: That slut will put anything in her mouth, even that cock gobblers leg! Who the fuck bites people?! THIS IS AMAZING! I need a drink..
Joe Hoffman: You have your flask next to you and your mini-fridge! What else do you want!?
Benny Newell:..shit I have a mini-fridge?! What the hell man!?
Kirsta staggers to her feet and Stevens charges forward sending a stiff hook inot Kirsta’s jaw, popping her backwards before he shoves his shoulder into her stomach causing her to double over. Stevens reaches down and grabs Kirsta by the hair and pulsl her up to her feet, slamming her head into the near by steel door with a loud thwacking sound however the defiant Kirsta refuses to go down. Instead she fires back with a stiff right hand followed by a knee to the groin which neutralizes Stevens for a second, his hands releasing Kirsta’s hair as he lets out a low groan.
David Black has moved off Townsend and is now kicking the former leader of Ground Zero. Content that he has kicked Townsend enough, Black looks around and finds the closest thing he can find to a weapon presently in the block, a metal bar used for the railing. As Townsend starts to get up Black immediately tries to kick or break the mental handrail free giving himself an instant improve weapon. After a few shots the bar seems to give away and snap free of the hand railing, clattering to the ground.
Benny Newell: A WEAPON! A WEAPON! ALCATRAZ PROVIDES!
Joe Hoffman: Indeed, a clever move there by David Black in breaking off a piece of the hand railing in an attempt to get their hands on a weapon early on.
Townsend is not so easily kept down and the thickly built former leader of Ground Zero is back up to his feet and sending a stiff forearm into the back of Black’s head before Townsend grabs him by the head and slams him face first into the railing he is trying to break. Black holds his face as he staggers back and falls to the ground while Townsend stalks forward with murder in his eyes.
Meanwhile Max Kael has long since disappeared into the darkness outside of the Solitary Confinement Wing with Mike Best hot on his heels. Reaching the exit Mike slows down and cautiously approaches while the chaos between the other four competitors rages in the background. Suddenly the roar of a power saw screams through the Solitary confinement wing as Maximillian Kael appears from the darkness of the doorway laughing!
SCREEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZEEECH!
The metal saws bite into the metal walls of the doorway as Mike manages to jump back and out of the way of Max’s power saw. Sparks fly from the steel teeth of the saw as Max’s face is illuminated by their nefarious glow, simply remaining at the entrance with a sickening grin on his face daring Mike to step forward and try to get through the door way.
Benny Newell: LADY MURDERFUCKS! ALREADY!?
Joe Hoffman: ..that is going to make it hard to leave now..
The sound of the roaring saw causes Kirsta and Stevens to stop fighting, scrambling up to their feet as they stare at Max Kael slowly wandering toward everyone, laughing and powering his saw up to drown all other noise out. Stevens and Kirsta move up behind Mike Best as the three stare at Max, nervously unsure what to do. Suddenly Stevens jumps forward attempting to tackle Max!
Joe Hoffman: Good lord! Steven’s is going to get himself killed!
Benny Newell: Nothing about what you said sounds back…
SHEERRN!
The saw blade bites into Steven’s left arm as blood sprays over Max causing Stevens to stumble back screaming and holding the wound! Though bloody it look as though the wound is superficial at best but still a successful display of the dangerous of Max’s weapon. Mike turns around and starts to scream at Townsend and David Black who fighting over the metal handrail that David Black managed to break away.
Joe Hoffman: Mike is trying to rally everyone to the very obvious fact that if Max is not taken care of he is going to cut all of them down!
Benny Newell:..What the fuck Mike! You used to be a cool guy! Letting people get hopped up should have been high on your list of things you would normally let happen! Fuuuck! DRINK!
Standing between freedom and destruction, Max Kael stares down his five other opponents as they slowly rally together, their previous rivalries forgotten..
Suddenly David Black grabs the broken rail pipe and rushes forward followed by Mike Best, Stevens and Kirsta Lewis!
SHREEEEEEEEEENCH!
Joe Hoffman: David Black has a weapon and he is not afraid to fight with it!
Sparks erupted from the metal pipe as David Black swings it at Max, the teeth of the saw deflecting it however with each blow Max is forced further and further backward toward their freedom! Pushed on by Kirsta, Mike and Stevens, Max starts to stumble and swing wildly, doing his best to ward off the attack of David Black!
Joe Hoffman: It’s like watching some kind of post-apocalyptic sword fight only one guy has a pipe and one guy has some kind of crazy saw like device!
Benny Newell: THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME, I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING!!
BRUUZZAAAZZZPTTH!
Lady Murderfucks, beloved saw of Maximillian Kael suddenly erupts into a series of electoral sparks and smoke as the blade finally blows off the end of it, slamming into the ceiling above Max’s head. Left with no choice, Max hurls the bulk of the saw at David Black which catches him in the chest knocking him backward into Mike, Scott and Kirsta as the lot of them tumble backward! Max takes advantage of the situation and immediately skitters away, back out of the Solitary confinement chamber and out into the main prison!
Joe Hoffman: The coward, running away once his advantage is gone! He couldn’t stand up to anyone without his weapon so now he is going to go find some dark corner to hide in, trust me!
Benny Newell: Who? Max Tactical retreat, Hoffman, any idiot can see that. Clearly he pissed off pretty much everybody, would you want to stick around after early killing everyone? Fuck no! Get the hell out of there Max!
Mike slips back up to his feet and shoves David Black and Kirsta out of the way as he follows after Max showing little to no interest in engaging his other opponents! Black and Kirsta look at each other for a moment before they also start to book it out of the Solitary Confinement wing giving chase to Mike Best, elbowing and punching each other as they try to make their way to freedom.
Joe Hoffman: There they go! It’s a full-fledged prison break now that Max is out of the way! Kirsta Lewis, David Black and Mike Best have all made their way out of the Solitary Confinement wing and Matt Boettcher is after them! We’ll track them on the cameras up here in the warden’s office..
Once again it is Townsend who appears from nowhere attacking the other only individual remaining in the Solitary Confinement block, Scott Stevens! A thick forearm slams into the back of Steven’s head, staggering him as Townsend looks on with a menacing expression. Grabbing Scott by the back of his head, Townsend slams his face into the concrete floor, rubbing his forehead against the uneven surface as the man screams out in pain.
Joe Hoffman: Ever since joining the Best Alliance Townsend has gotten a real bad mean streak in him become not only a sadist but a bully as well, breaking Silent Witness after the former World Champion defeated him to retain his title.
Benny Newell: It’s called being a winner, Hoffman, you should fucking try it sometime!
Dragging Stevens up to his feet Townsend sends a stiff fist into the man’s gut before sending another ham handed first into Stevens’ jaw, spinning the man around, his eyes glazing over. Grabbing Scott by the back of his head, Townsend runs him face first into the nearby cell door, bouncing his skull off the metal as the Scorpion falls to the hard, unforgiving ground. Townsend continues his beating, pulling him up before tossing Stevens toward the exit, taking his time with him, an almost casual manner taking Townsend over as he stalks his prey.
Stevens slowly staggers up to his feet, checking the cut on his arm to make sure it has not been further damaged before he can feel Townsend’s hands on him once again. Instinct takes over and Steven’s fires a stiff elbow backward catching Townsend unprepared! Another fist from Stevens pushes Townsend back toward the Solitary Confinement cells before he moves forward and grabs Townsends head, ramming his knees into it repeatedly before shoving Townsend back where he lands in a heap on the ground, dazed and confused as to the assault he just had unleashed upon him.
Stevens drops down for a cover!
UNO!!
DOS!!!
KICKOUT!
Benny Newell: Fuck that whore Stevens! Townsend can’t be that easily defeated!
Joe Hoffman: The first near pinfall goes to Stevens but we have a long way left to go folks..
We cut to Mike Best rushing into the main cell blocks where several guards were standing by holding the various weapons that each HOW super star had arrived with. Noticing his pen, Mike quickly rushed toward the guard, snatching it out of the guard’s hand.
Mike Best: Where is Max!? WHICH WAY DID HE GO!?
The guard points toward the exit to the main cells leading outside causing Mike to speed off in that direction. Next to appear were Kirsta Lewis and David Black, fighting with each other to get to the guards first. Kirsta manages to elbow David Black in the throat, cutting off his breathing for a moment as he falls to his knees choking giving Kirsta the chance to run up to the guard holding her mace.
Joe Hoffman: Mike is hell bent on finding Max on the grounds wherever that coward had run off to.
Benny Newell: It’s called a god damn tactical retreat, how many fucking times do I need to ear fuck you with that before it sticks!? DRINK!
Joe Hoffman: More importantly, it seems that Kirsta Lewis has gotten a hold of her weapon, a medieval style spiked mace… yeah this should be safe.
Benny Newell: BARBWIRE DIDLO YOU SAY!?
Joe Hoffman:..I did not say that.
Benny Newell: Oh.. well you should have said that.
Brandishing the mace she turns back toward David Black who is slowly recovering, holding his neck as he coughs loudly. A terrible smile slips over her face as she raises the mace above her head…
THUD!
Kirsta’s eyes flutter up as she flops forward, her mace clattering to the ground in front of her. Standing behind her is the twisted form of Maximillian Kael, having been hiding in the main prison block somewhere the entire time, in his hand he carries David Black’s brass knuckles. Max turns his wild eyes toward the exit where Mike had just ran out, giggling from behind his mask before he slipped the brass knuckles off, tossing them to the confused David Black before skipping away.
Joe Hoffman: Max never left! That guard lied, that son of a bitch was hiding in there for an opportunity to get whatever advantage he could get!
Benny Newell: Fuck, that sounds like the hookers I get only less brass knuckles and more gonorrhea. WHAT!?
Joe Hoffman: Nothing, Benny, nothing… just disappointment in you.
Black quickly grabs the knuckles and slips them over his hands, grabbing Kirsta mace as well. Slowly pulling himself up he prepare to punish Kirsta when Townsend and Stevens slam into the main cell block, crashing down to the floor as each man swings heavy fists down on each other. Behind the referee Joel Hortega arrives having Matt Boettcher away so that he can help track down Max and Mike incase a pinfall happens away from the main bunch.
David, seeing his extreme advantage of being armed, moves toward Stevens and Townsend who are unaware of the situation. Stevens shoves Townsend away and climbs to his feet..
CRACK!
Joe Hoffman: Sweet Jesus, did you see that hit!?
Benny Newell: It was only an ounce of weed, dude! Cancer smoke well more then me!
Joe Hoffman: No that’s not.. Never mind!
Black sends the brass knuckles to crash into Scott’s face causing him to collapse to the ground once again holding his face. Black then swings the mace down at Townsend who has enough of a mind to roll out of the way! Black swings the mace down once again trying to destroy Townsend only for the previous World Champion to scramble back out of the way, quickly stumbling up to his feet and getting into a defensive position. Black prepares to attack again when he notices that Kirsta is getting up to her feet as well.
As Black is momentarily distracted, Townsend charges forward and spears Black to the ground causing the mace to fly out of Black’s hand and across the prison floor back toward Kirsta. Black sends a few solid shots into Townsend’s ribs with the brass knuckles as welts start to form on the Best Alliance member’s body. Curling up into a ball, Rhys tries to cover up from the blows as Black is able to escape Townsend’s grasp.
Joe Hoffman: Rhys taking a beating there thanks to the brass knuckles and the solid hits by Black! I wouldn’t be surprised if Black broke one of Townsend’s ribs!
Benny Newell: That’s ok, they make drugs for that!
Lewis grabs her mace and begins to stalk Black, who has turned to greet her with a sadistic smile. The two circle each other before moving toward the cafeteria. Stevens has also started to recover from getting punched in the back of the head with the brass knuckles, climbing back up to his feet. As he stumbles after them one of the guards presents him with his weapon..
Grabbing his Nail Bat, which he calls Lucy, Stevens grins maliciously before he stalks after Black and Lewis leaving Townsend on the ground, still curled into a ball. As they enter the mess hall, Black charges Kirsta Lewis screaming as he runs along. Lewis swings the mace as David ducks out of the way, her spiked weapon smashing into the nearby table! Black swings his knuckles at Kirsta’s head however she manages to pull her mace back into the direction of blow causing Black to punch the mace itself!
SMASH!
Kirsta catches Black in the side of the head with her mace causing three large gashes to tear open on the top of his head as he is knocked about five feet to the side where his head smashes into the wall! Blood splatters across the sterile floor as Black’s body twitches, slowly slumping down!
Joe Hoffman: A HORRIFYING HIT! MY GOD! DID YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENED TO BLACKS FACE!?
Benny Newell: THAT WAS FUCKTASTIC! DRINK! DRINK!
Steven’s charges Lewis now and swings his bat down hard at her as she blocks with her mace! With the lighter bat and his larger frame, Steven’s is able to keep up his brutal attacks! Lewis is slowly forced to retreat back into the kitchen area where the stoves, steam tables and ovens appear to be heated up and working!
Black in the main cell block Townsend has managed to stagger up to his feet when a guard hands him a piece of paper…
Joe Hoffman: Townsend forgot to bring a weapon… so what is on that note?!
Benny Newell: It looks like it has Lee Best’s signature on it..
Townsend smiles and tucks the note into his pants.
Joe Hoffman: It looks like the action is moving to the kit-..wait.. what?
Benny Newell: What the fuck is that?
Joe Hoffman:.. I think someone just knocked on the.. Oh.. OH GOD! GET OUT OF HERE! YOU’RE NOT SUP-Btzzzzz…
In the kitchen Kirsta Lewis and Scott Stevens stalk each other, Mace and Nail Bat being swung wildly! Stevens’s swings at Kirsta’s head smashing a nearby heat lamp as sparks and glass explode in a flash of orange light showing both athletes. Stevens keeps up his assault smashing the nearby counter, punching holes into the metal coverings as Kirsta is forced to retreat further and further into the steam and the fire of the kitchen.
Finally Kirsta sees her opening and swings her mace down at Steven’s leg!
CRUNCH!
Steven’s leg gives out from under him as the larger man falls down to one knee as blood runs from a large gash in his calf muscle! Kirsta lets out an awful crackle as she lifts the mace above her head slamming it into Steven’s head..
CRACK!
Steven’s muster’s his strength and swings his nail bat into Kirsta’s abdomen knocking the air out of her as well as tearing several large gashes across her flesh! Blood gushes forward as she stumbles back, dropping her blood stained mace on the ground! Steven’s looks down at his knee, holding his hand on the wound to stem the blood before he starts to drag himself toward the exit of the kitchen.
Kirsta starts to pull herself up using the nearby stove which has several pots of boiling water on it. Reaching out she burns herself on one of the burners which seems to jolt her to her feet, looking down at the blood running down her chest and stomach. Suddenly screaming and be heard from the entrance to the kitchen as David Black appears, his face half ruined, his right eye swollen shut as he screams for Kirsta.
Stumbling through the kitchen toward Kirsta, his brass knuckles hanging in his hand. Lewis’s eyes go wide as she sees the man she might have permanently scarred lumbering toward her. Looking around frantically she spots her mace, bending down to pick it up..
BANG!
With an unexpected speed, Black charges forward and knee’s Kirsta in the face, slamming her head off the nearby oven where she slips on her own blood on the floor. Black stands over her, holding his half ruined face as blood drips between his fingers. Kirsta looks dazed and looks up only to see what Black has decided to do…
Kirsta Lewis: OOOH GOD NOOO! NOOOOO!
Grabbing the pots of boiling water, Black pulls them down over Kirsta bathing her in boiling liquid and steaming pots! Her screams echo around the room, a mix of horror and pain as her body spasms, her own wounds boiling closed as the water puts her system into shock! Black falls forward, laying on top of Kirsta as Hortega slides in using their blood and hot water like a slip and slide..
UNO!...
DOS!....
TRES!!!
Bryan McVay: ELIMINIATED in 13 MINUTES..... KIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiRSTA LEWIS!
David Black slowly rolls off Kirsta’s body, blood and steamy water rolling off his body as he holds his face once again, the gashes on his face bleeding out onto the floor. Turning around Black spots Stevens pulling himself out of the kitchen, trying his best not to put too much pressure on it. Black stalks forward, picking up Kirsta’s mace along the way.
Stevens turns around and spies Black moving in for the kill, leaning on his nail bat for support as he turns to face his enemy. Black stumbles forward, the blood loss starting to turn his skin ashen white, as he feels his body starting to give out on him.
Figuring on a strong offensive being better than a weak defense, Stevens takes advantage of the weakened Black and lunges forward with his bat, aiming to crack Black across the face! Black manages to block with Kirsta’s mace however it knocks him to the side where he slams into one of the metal steam tables, shaking it.
Steven’s swings down at Black again however he manages to push himself out of the way once again, the weight of Steven’s swing knocking the heavy steam table to the side ripping the various gas lines out of the ground in the process venting gas into the kitchen.
Noticing the scent of the gas in the air, Steven’s realizes it is time to leave and turns his body, kicking David Black across the face where his gash wounds were causing the man to scream out in pain, dropping the mace as he clutched his face once again. Hobbling toward the exit, Stevens hears a popping noise behind his head..
BOOOOOOOM!
The kitchen’s gas light ignites and explodes sending burning metal, glass and flames in all directions! Steven’s is lifted and tossed into the cafeteria where his body smashes through a few tables, rolling to a stop. Pulling himself up in the broken remains of the table, Steven’s looks back into the flames with a dazed expression..
Suddenly David Black’s body stumbles forward out of the burning ruins of the kitchen with his left arm and back on fire, screaming! The wanders forward for a moment longer before drops to the ground, rolling around as the flames are slowly put out, his blackened flesh bubbling up with blisters. As he lies still, Black’s eyes flutter into the back of his head as Stevens drags himself forward, using his bat like a crutch.
Draping his arm over Black’s chest, Hortega drops down once again…
UNO!
DOS!
TR-KICKOUT!
Somehow Black kicks out! Steven’s looks horrified as he rolls off of Black before he stands up with his bat looking down at Black..
CRACK!
Swing the bat at the side of Black’s head, Steven’s lands a solid head that causes Black’s head to snap violently to the side, his body shuddering before he simply stops moving. Stevens kneels down and covers Black once again..
UNO…
DOS…
TRES!!!
Bryan McVay: ELIMINATED AT 16 MINUTES 29 SECONDS – DAVID BLACK
Stevens stands up over the ruin that is David Black, letting out a sigh of relief as he turns back toward the entrance of the mess hall, his eyes fixed on the main cells once again. Heading toward the exit he notices that he does not see any sign of Townsend, Best or Kael anymore. Using his bat like a cane, Stevens slowly moves his way into the main cells carefully checking his corners..
Suddenly he spots Townsend sitting in the corner, rocking back and forth. Readying his bat, Stevens moves toward his opponent getting ready to drop him like he did Black when Rhys turned around suddenly, his eyes wide as three needles appeared jammed into his chest, some strange blue liquid dripping out of the needle holes in his chest.
Roaring loudly, Rhys stood up suddenly and grabbed Stevens by the neck, dragging him toward the exit of the Main Cells. As Townsend tosses Stevens into the hard rocky road just outside of the Main Jailhouse building he pounds his chest loudly, snarling savagely.
Swinging his bat at Townsend, Stevens strikes at the man’s gut causing the three time HOW World Champion to stagger back, blood seeping through his fingers as clutches his gut, his teeth grinding together. Steven’s stands up slowly swinging his bat across Townsend’s back causing the drugged up monster to straight out and stumble forward, two nail wounds seeping blood out of his back..
WHERE IS MAX?!
Mike suddenly appears running at Stevens holding his pen, his shit and vomit stained jump suit giving him a madman’s appearance. Stevens bracing himself and swings at Mike however the obsessed Best ducks under the swinging bat and tackles Steven’s to the ground, slamming his fists into his opponents face! Screaming down at his opponent, Michael reaches into his pocket and retrieves his pen, readying it to stab Stevens..
CRACK!
A heavy boot kicks the back of Mike’s head, kicking him away from Stevens. Rhys reaches down and grabs Stevens by the head, growling under his breath before he yanks the bat out of Stevens hand. Tossing the bat away, Rhys drags Stevens toward the side of the main prison building..
CRACK!
Rhys slams Steven’s head into the side of the prison..
CRACK!
Once again..
CRACK!...
CRACK!
CRACK!...
Stevens body goes limp, sliding down the side of the building, a blood stain trail left behind. Townsend sets his foot on Scott’s chest as Matt Boettcher slips into the area to make the pinfall..
One….
Two….
THREE!!!
ELIMINATED AT 22 MINUTES 23 SECONDS – SCOTT STEVENS
Max Kael: MIIIIIIICHAELLL!!!...come see me at the Church.. heh-heh…
The sound of Max Kael’s voice carried over Alcatraz as Mike Best’s head perked up. Obsessed madness overtook Mike’s face as he began running toward the church. Townsend turned and stared at Mike, his eyes twitching before he rushed forward chasing after Mike, both men making a B-line for the church.
With the church in sight, Townsend barrels up behind Mike, slamming his forearm into the back of his head! Dropping down to the ground, Mike rolls a few feet thanks to his momentum before he quickly gets back up to his feet, turning toward the savage Townsend. Townsend moves forward, swinging at Mike who manages to dodge out of the way and send a stiff punch into Townsend’s bloody chest where Steven’s bad had impacted him earlier.
Townsend’s murderous rage pushes him despite the pain that rips through his body as Mike sends another punch into his chest, pushing him back slowly. Suddenly Townsends arms reach forward and grab Mike’s head, headbutting the Son of Best who is knocked backward, falling down the pavement road toward the church. Townsend howls once again and jumps after Mike, blood flowing more freely from his chest now that Mike has struck the nail bat wounds.
As Mike starts to get up he is met with a stiff boot to the jaw, knocking Mike’s head backward as blood shots out of his nose, likely being broken by the savage Townsend. Grabbing Mike by the neck, Townsend turns and throws him through the doors of the chapel, his body smashing through them as he lands near the old wooden cross used several years ago at Rumble at the Rock to crucify Scottywood.
Struggling to get to his feet, Mike spits some blood onto the ground only to feet Townsend’s hands round his neck once again, lifting him up to his feet before tossing him into the nearby pews. Desperate, Mike scrambles through the pews he landed in, keeping low as to avoid being seen by Townsend.
The savage Townsend begins kicking over the pews in his hunt for Mike, starting to slow down as the blood loss begins to wear him down. Mike manages to scramble to the front of the church looking for anything he can use against the seemingly invulnerable Townsend. Spotting Mike, Townsend starts to charge forward once again, roaring as he lifts his hands above his head preparing to go for a double ax handle…
CRACK!
Mike grabs a heavy nearby bible and slams it into Townsend’s face, a loud cracking nose signifying something there in being perhaps broken! Townsend looks dazed as he stumbles back, blood oozing out of his nose and mouth. Mike steps forward once again with the heavy old bible..
CRACK!
Townsend’s body seems to slowly fall back into a more subdued, weakened state as his shoulders slump back, his head lolling to the side. Mike sends a stiff kick to Townsend’s gut and slams the bible up into Townsend’s head once again, Townsend face flipping upward as he nearly falls down stumbling back into the doors of the church, his eyes rolling up in his head as he is out on his feet…
Then, out of the shadows near Townsend, Max appears holding a needle with the strange blue liquid in it once again. Jamming it into Townsend’s neck, Max sneers at Mike.
Max Kael: YOU’LL NEVER GET US! HEHEH! GET HIM, HIGH MARSHALL!
Stepping back, Max kicks Townsend square in the back as he is forced back toward a surprised Mike! Townsend’s eyes flare open as the chemicals pump through his system once again, adrenaline and drugs reigniting that hate rage deep in the groinial region of Townsend’s body..
Mike tosses the bible away and reaches into his pocket once again, retrieving his Bottomline Pen….
Townsend charges forward, his eyes boiling over with rage and hate! There is no thought, no strategy, just attack and kill Mike Best. Mike uses that to his advantage, moving away from Townsend and dodging his swings..
CRACK!
A thick fist from Townsend catches Mike under the jaw as the Son of Best is knocked to the side however he fires back by sending his pen under Townsend’s armpit, jamming it through the skin there as Townsend lets out a horrible roar, falling back as blood begins to pour down the side of his dress shirt matching the rest of the blood stains on the front and back of it.
He swings with his other arm as Mike slams his pen into the other armpit, this time headbutting Townsend in the process! Townsend falls back, both of his arms bleeding and weakened while his face remains dazed. Mike pushes his advantage, grabbing a nearby broken leg from a pew, slamming it into the side of Townsend’s head.
CRACK!
Again Townsend feels the solid wood leg smash into the side of his head. His eyes flutter as the hate beings to bleed out of him again..
CRACK!
Mike forces Townsend down, falling back onto the heavy wooden cross that Scottywood had been crucified on so long ago. Standing over Townsend, Mike, breathing heavily, tosses the wooden leg away and drops to his knees, mounting Townsend. Holding the Bottomline Pen in his hand he stares down at Townsend whose eyes look around dazed and confused.
Mike Best:..you’re lucky I am saving this for a very specific eye…
Mike then slams the pen down into Townsend’s right hand, driving it with enough force to break through his hand and down into the wooden cross! Townsend screams and thrashes while Mike puts his foot down on Townsend’s other wrist! Leaning forward, a low popping sound can be heard as Mike dislocates Townsend’s wrist while Matt Boettcher drops down for another pinfall…
ONE…
…TWO!...
Mighty big pause for this early in the morning….
THREE!!!!!
Bryan McBayL ELIMINATED AT 34 MINUTES and 01 SECONDS – RHYS TOWNSEND!
Mike reaches over and yanks free his Bottomline Pen, slumping to the side as he Townsend can be heard groaning in the background. Then..
Max Kael: So you beat Townsend huh?... Well.. heh-heh.. come join us in the Mental Ward then..
Mike’s eyes flash open and a look of determination washes over him before he stands up and starts to walk toward the medical wing..
Mike enters the shadowy remains of the old mental ward of Alcatraz Island. Gagged and tied up in the center of the entrance way is Joe Hoffman and Benny Newell, kidnapped earlier it would appear which would also explain how Max was keeping tabs on where everybody was. Readying his Bottomline Pen, Mike smears some of the blood on his chin away, ready for war…
Darkness surrounds the mental ward as the moon filters through only a few of the windows, the rest mostly boarded up. The sound of the water outside is the only sound that manages to filter into the ward beyond Mike’s footsteps.
As Mike continues to move through the broken down and dirty metal ward he finds the mask that Max was wearing earlier in the night along with his metal finger covers…
From behind Mike glinted a shiny smile…
CRASH!!
Mike feels glass shatter over the back of his head as Max Kael melts out of the shadows with a mirror collected from one of the patient rooms. Mike falls to the ground, holding his head as he drops his bottomline pen. Max quickly picks the pen up before he kicks Mike in the side of the head, giggling to himself as he slowly circles his brother and fellow son of Lee Best.
Blood starts to wet Mike’s hair as lacerations to the back of his head start to weep crimson. Max moves in again, kneeing Mike in the face before he grabs his brother by the collar of his prison jump suit, dragging him toward one of the near by windows that looked out over the water and the cliffs below.
Max Kael: It comes down to you and me! Brothers of Best!
Mike fights back, twisting around as he bits Max’s leg causing the Paragon of HOW to scream, punching Mike in the face before he stomps away on Mike’s body. Max picks up Mike and tosses him into one of the cabinets, the doors crumbling under Mike’s weight as wood splinters and falls down around him. Grabbing his brother by the collar again, Max drags him out of the rumble and back into the moonlight filter through one of the windows, maddened eyes staring at Mike’s own eyes, metal teeth shimmering blue.
Mike sends his fist up into Max’s gut, a shard of wood from the cabinet stabbing into Max! The air is driven from Max’s lungs as he pushes Mike away, looking down at the small shard of wood in his stomach. Mike falls to the ground, holding his head as the pain throbs through his body while Max slowly sets his spidery fingers around the wood. Yanking it free, blood slowly pumps from the wound causing Max to giggle.
Max Kael:..good job.. Good job!.. you.. stabbed me..
Stumbling forward, Max kicked Mike in the gut, rolling him over before Max pulled out Mike’s Bottomline Pen.
Max Kael: Last time you were here.. Townsend gave you a nice scar.. But I want you to remember Michael.. I want you to remember who gave you the Best scar…
Max started to throw fists down at Mike’s face, again and again and again as Mike’s head bounced off the mental wards floor. Satisfied, Max stood up slowly and walked away from Mike….
ROAAAARRRWWWAAAAR!
The roar of Lady Murderfucks fills the room as Max appears with his saw once again, repaired.. or perhaps he had two to begin with! Malice blazed upon Max’s face as he stepped over Mike, giggling and chittering wildly. Unable to defend himself Max slowly set to work…
Blood and orange jumpsuit sprayed in all directions as Max slowly sawed a massive MK into Mike’s chest with the saw, just deep enough into the skin to leave some kind of permanent mark. As much as Mike screamed it was drowned out by the twisted saw in Max’s hand..
With his work done, Max turned off the saw and tossed it to the side, slowly reaching down and hugging Mike. Slowly standing up, Max dragged Mike up to his feet and positioned him so that he would be standing in front of the window overlooking the cliffs.
Max pulled Mike’s Bottomline Pen out of his pocket and cradled his brothers face..
Max Kael: .. why can’t you just have fun like me?...
Smiling at Mike, Max plunged the Pen down into Mike’s face..
MIKE GRABS THE PEN FROM MAX’S HAND!
With the skill only a blood relative of Lee Best could have, Mike stabs the Pen into Max’s right eye!
Blood streams form Max’s face as he screams, pushing Mike away, holding his face.
Max Kael: NOT AGAIN! NOT MY EYE AGAIN! AAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAH!
Thrashing violently, Max turned and..
CRASH!
Glass and metal shattered from the window as Max fell through and into the night, his screams echoing into the mental ward before silence…
Matt Boettcher quickly moved to the window to look down… nothing…
ELIMINATED IN 44 MINUTES 23 SECONDS – MAX KAEL
WINNER AND NEW HOW WORLD CHAMPION.....MICHAEL BEST!!!!!!
The PPV fades to black as we see an overhead shot of the new champ lying on the ground while we see nothing but darkness as HOW cameras, medics and authorities rush to find Max Kael.
END OF TRANSMISSION