Main Event: Dragon's Dungeon Match

[M BISON]

The arena sits quietly in anticipation of the main event. Most eyes are on the space above the ring. That empty space gets smaller as an eight-sided cage is lowered, boards on the four diagonal sides rigged with explosive devices behind them. The destructive structure known only as the Dragon's Dungeon ominously creeps down, the announce crew getting ready to call the match. Everyone still gazes at the structure, save for the referee and the ring announcer who converse with one another. Business as usual in EVPW is this, this calm before the storm, before the short silence is broken by some words from the commentators.

JP: "Well, before we get started with the main event for tonight, let's shill some product!"

Ray: "Yes, we'd like to thank Poisonblack for 'Nothing Else Remains', the theme song for End of Innocence."

"And tonight's spectacle has also been brought to you by Big Lots: Brand names, closeout prices!"

The lights in The Cow Palace turn off as the ButcherTron is turned on. A dark grey screen slowly fades into a picture of Crazy Boy walking down the ramp. "18 And Life" by Skid Row begins playing in the background as the story leading up to this showdown display on the giant screen.

Porter: "Ladies and gentlemen, the NEW EVPW Dragon's Rage Champion, Metal Dragon!"

"Black Crow on a Tombstone" by Satyricon begins playing over the PA system as the crowd begins booing heavily. The song plays for a small length of time, but MD doesn't come out yet. The vocals then finally begin and out comes the new top dog of Saturday Night Knockout. The belt on his right shoulder shines as it precedes the black Tool shirt and blue jeans worn by the champion. Dragon grips a microphone in his right hand as he walks down the ramp, irritated by the jeers still showering him.

Harry: "And there's the new disgrace to our show. It's bad enough that two people who never wrestled on Knockout before it came to EVPW were fighting for that gold, and it's completely disgusting that this specific man got it in the fashion that he did!"

Jenna: "You can't let distractions beat you like that, Harry. I personally welcome our new champion and think he's the best man to be it."

MD slides into the ring and glares at Andrew Porter, clear that he wants the ring announcer to get out of the ring. Andrew obliges and slides out quickly.

(skipping to MD's speech)

MD: "Before Killing Grounds, I put a sign-up sheet for an opponent to face me on that Pay-Per-View. Look at how many signatures are on it! NONE! While that has an upside, being that Steven Davis was then able to put me into the match for this belt over my shoulder, it's a testament to the cowardice of the SNK roster. I don't see myself losing this title any time soon, because the people in the back... they're wusses. Tripp, Darnez FC, Daniel Throne, The Psycho Kid, Grockadoc, and the rest of the lot, how does it fucking feel to know that Amanda Hallsworth probably has bigger nuts than all of you? Not good to hear, is it?"

(skip)

Booing me, making cute little signs to insult me, talking about how I suck, all of that is simply running away from the fact that I'm better than whatever goody-two-shoes hero you're currently obsessed with."

More booing comes as MD collects the rest of his words. He scratches his chin for a second before continuing.

"If there is someone who thinks they can shut me up, who thinks they can prove me wrong, please come out so I can set you straight."

The screen fades out before showing the man who answered the open challenge.

Coming in to focus an all too familiar figure is recognized dressed casually in blue jeans and an old cardigan. As the cheers and noise begin to start elevate to a high pitch fever once the wrestler is recognized by the audience as the one and only Crazy Boy.

Crazy Boy: "As for not putting my name down on some silly list for a match vs yourself. Well unlike you who opted for the easy way out ... and the easier match. I put my name forth for an actual challenge. A six man dictators rules match. Not the Dragons Rage, I must admit .. but the television title."

"Because quite frankly who ever earns the television title can honestly say .. no no no .. BRAG .. that they won a proper title. Cause unlike the Dragons Rage its not only the Saturday Roster .. Its the whole damn EVPW roster. So who is the better one on the roster ? someone who wimps out for a Dragons Rage title .. or someone who takes on the best that EVPW has to offer in a dictators rules match for the television title?"

The camera cuts to MD.

"So who IS the better one on the roster, you rude fucker? How about you take your title shot and use it against ME at End of Innocence?"

MD and CB continue to glare at each other, the Dragon's Rage Champion cracking a smile as he thinks of the match type he has up his sleeve.

"I even know what kinda match I want. It's called a Dragon's Dungeon Match, something I thought up in my spare time. Eight-sided cage, you win by knockout only. And that's not all, not only are the doors open and weapons are scattered outside, the cage wall itself is the most deadly weapon in the match, as it explodes!"

The two men glare at each other in the ring as the their voices play over them.

"Do you want to step up and fight me in a match that could very well cause you permanent injuries, or do you want to wimp out in a fashion way worse than what you're accusing me of?"

By the time the smoke clears from whipping his ass one side of the ring to the other you can guaran-damn-tee come End Of Innocence it will be you on the receiving end of an ass whooping like you could not believe. That can be written in stone ... your ass is next cause the number one contender is going to be cashed in. Your match ... Your title ...

MD defiantly holds his title in the air to show that while he isn't the crowd favorite, he's still the man. "The Wicker Man" hits the PA again as CB backtracks up the aisle, the champion still holding his belt in the air. Both men keep their eyes fixated on the other as the distance between them gradually increases.

Harry: "It's official! End of Innocence, one of these guys is gonna be carted out at the end of the event with God knows what injuries!"

Jenna: "And it's gonna be that cocky loudmouth Crazy Boy, I am completely sure of it."

The ButcherTron's display goes black and the lights come back on in the arena. The crowd cheers as they are ready to see Crazy Boy destroy Metal Dragon. The spectators look around the ring, seeing weapons placed around the ring. Kendo sticks, cheese graters, chairs, coils of barbed wire, among other things are strewn around the ring. Lizzie stands up at the timekeeper's table, ready to begin the last hurrah of the night.

Lizzie: "The following contest is the main event of the night!"

The referee slides into the ring, ropes removed from the squared circle and four doors on the octagon opened, one on each side that is parallel with the ring.

"It is the first-ever Dragon's Dungeon Match! In this match, the two competitors battle in an eight-sided cage, weapons strewn around the ring. The cage itself is a weapon, as the four sides you see on the corners of the ring are indeed rigged with explosives! The only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent for ten seconds, and the count may be broken by any movement or response from the fallen competitor! This match is also a winner-take-all for both the Dragon's Rage and the Television Championships!"

High stakes and rules restated to the crowd, cheering is heard as the first competitor is awaited. "Black Crow On A Tombstone" by Satyricon hits the PA after a few seconds, the opening riff giving time for the crowd to breathe in. As soon as the main riff begins, the booing does as well. Metal Dragon walks straight into the fog of jeering, standing at the beginning of the aisle. He wears black denim pants and a plain white t-shirt with black and white wrestling shoes on his feet. A black leather jacket covers his arms and conceals some of his title, while aviator shades cover his eyes. Dragon reaches behind himself and removes the belt from his waist, then grips it with both hands and raises it in the air. A loud bang is heard as red fireworks explode from the roof and rain down behind the champion as he begins walking, two more rounds of the decorative explosives raining at the beginning of the entranceway after the first. MD lowers his belt and throws his over his left shoulder as he walks toward the ring.

"Introducing first, from Nashville, Tennessee, standing six feet tall and weighing 220 pounds, he is the EVPW Dragon's Rage Champion... Ladies and gentlemen, this is Metal Dragon!"

"There's Saturday Night Knockout's champion, Metal Dragon. Believe that he's focused as ever and knows exactly what he's getting into."

"He's a sick and beautiful man, Jimmy. It's gonna be great to call this match, two guys that we haven't commentated at once."

"Two absolutely insane wrestlers as well. You've gotta be sick to come up with something like this, and you've gotta be insane to participate in it."

"So I'm basically going to throw up just as much as I did during the Carson and Vlad match a couple weeks ago?"

"You very well might, Ray. Maybe someone's limb will get blown off and land right in front of you, like..."

JP slaps the table in front of Ray with his hand. "PLOP!"

"OKAY, I GET IT, STOP!" *whimpers*

The champion has almost reached the ring now, gazing up at the structure he innovated, looking just as good as he'd envisioned. Metal Dragon begins a lap around the Dragon's Dungeon, counter-clockwise from the perspective of the entrance aisle. The champion kicks weapons out of the way as he makes sure every corner of his brainchild looks the same.

"He's coming this way! Dragon! Dragon! I love you!"

Ray White outstretches his hand to attempt to touch MD, maybe get a high-five, anything. The right sleeve of Dragon's jacket is grazed as MD's focus on the Dungeon is broken. The Dragon's Rage Champion turns toward Ray and swings his arm up to strike White on the forearm, slapping his arm away before continuing his walk. The referee approaches Metal Dragon and asks for his jacket, belt, and sunglasses. MD removes his shades first and turns them around, then puts them on the referee's face. He then puts the Dragon's Rage title over the official's right shoulder. The ref now the champ's personal mannequin, MD removes his jacket and puts it over the ref's head before going on the final leg of his walk. Dragon walks past the final side of the ring that he hasn't seen yet, finally finished soaking in the atmosphere that he himself created. The figurehead of Saturday Nights picks up a kendo stick from the arena floor and throws it into the cage, then slides into the structure himself. MD gets up on the canvas and picks up the kendo stick, holding it tightly in his left hand as he waits for the man he plans to hit with it.

"There is the champion, probably the best we've ever seen him."

"Send in the clown. Send in Crazy Boy. It's killing time, JP."

TBC Crazy Boy

[Liam]

A scream unlocks the cage, the roars rock the stage
Hunger of the animals are calling
Thrive upon the rage, paw prints on the stage
The room's going wild, walls are falling
Lights shine illuminating bright
Reveal all the madness here tonight

Welcome, I bid you welcome
To life inside the electric circus
Hang on, hang on for your life
The animals are all insane- God help us !

::Lizzie Morna::
Introducing the next competitor in tonight's main event. Hailing all the way from parts unknown ... he stands at six feet and two inches. I see the bad moon arising, I see trouble on the way, I see earthquakes and lightnin', I see bad times today. Its the current television title holder ... CRAZY BOY !!!

W.A.S.P Inside the electric circus continues to play as Monster-Tron flickers from blurred black and grey lines to a black screen. In bold red writing a warning comes across the screen ..."For your own safety keep limbs and alke behind the safety barrier. " Changing to reply highlights of the feud, from the cheap shot that Metal Dragon got on Crazy One to the revenge shot at the match signing. It soon turns to highlights of Crazy Boys past matches including his victory in the hellacious six man Dictators rules match. As the audience change there attention from the screen to the entrance stage a group of men in white coats can be spotted. With an arm each two of the men have another who is held in a asylum grade straight jacket escorting him to the ring.

:: Jimmy Pate ::
This is certainly a side of the Crazy Boy we have not seen before.

:: Ray White::
Looks like he has finally decided to embrace his inner demon Jimmy.

:: Jimmy Pate ::
What ever it is Ray, it doesn't bode well for his opponent. I have seen Crazy Boy inflict more pain on himself than any opponent just to win a match.

:: Ray White ::
Don't forget that damn cheap shot on his opponent to get a win. How sneaky and low is that goody two shoes. Tricking the referee into his opponent using a weapon to get him disqualified.[/center][/i][/color]
Escorting the man down the aisle puzzled onlookers gaze in wonder. Some remembering the previous warning look at there limbs and the security barrier. The man being escorted looks around with a look as if nobody is home, almost like his mind is completely gone. Some of the men in white suits push back the audience from the security barrier as they press onwards to the cage of doom. Metal Dragon preparing himself for the match that will either make or break himself or his foe. Peering at the octagon shaped cage Crazy One spies what is obviously explosions set to explode upon impact. A smirk of memories over come his appearance from a time gone by. As the men in white coats approach the ring they look at each other wondering if this was such a good idea to let loose such a monstrosity to the no disqualification match.

With a final gest to the man in the straight jacket they signal we will be watching you, but do not expect our help. Some of the men moving back blending into the various staff around the Dragons Den setup. One brave man remaining back undoing the restraints holding the jacket on the small aerialist. Barely free from his own imprison Crazy One runs around the ring belting his own fist on his head. In a state of rage crossed with a mix of insanity. Stopping to pick up a trash can lid he smacks it on himself a few times before stepping into the fray.

:: Ray White ::
Are you sure he is not supposed to be on any medication Jimmy ?

:: Jimmy Pate ::
I think he is beyond the point of medication Ray.[/center][/i][/color]

[M BISON]

(OOC: Just tell me if anything about this match is unclear and I'll be glad to put a map of the Dragon's Dungeon in my entrance.)

Two strange men that developed an intense hate for one another in the span of a month stare down. Both hold their specific weapons as the referee steps between the two. He looks at both before stepping back and calling for the bell. The bell rings and Crazy Boy lifts the trash can overhead only for MD to lower his kendo stick and raise it up between CB's legs. The Crazy One doubles over from the opening low-blow. Metal Dragon then steps to the side of his opponent, then raises his wooden weapon overhead once more before bringing it down on the aerialist's back. The crack of the stick sounds through The Cow Palace as Crazy Boy drops to all fours. Dragon pitches the kendo stick to the side and reaches down to grab CB's hair. The Dragon's Rage Champion pulls his opponent up to his feet only to take an elbow to the ribs. Getting free from MD's grasp and putting up his fists, the Crazy One then delivers a swift right jab to MD's face. Dragon is stunned, giving CB an opening to load his left arm and bend his fingers in half. Crazy Boy then shoots out his arm with a flat palm and the bottom of his palm slams into MD's chin, knocking his feet from under him to send the champion down to the canvas. Crazy Boy walks to grab the trash can he earlier held, and picks it up, deeming it still fit to use despite a huge dent in it from inflicting it on himself. Metal Dragon writhes about on the ground, in a daze but moving so that the referee does not start a count. MD rolls over and gets to his knees, back turned to Crazy Boy. This proves to be a mistake as the older superstar clutches his trash can and has the intact side of it facing down. The TV Champion stalks his prey before raising the can overhead and bringing the two layers of metal down on MD's head. Dragon's upper body flops back to the mat. Crazy Boy discards the trash can and grabs his opponent's hair and waist to pull him to his feet. CB slips his arms through Dragon's armpits before placing his hands on Dragon's head. The TV Champion now having the innovator of this match in a full nelson, Crazy Boy turns himself and his captive toward one of the sides of the ring bearing an explosive device. CB begins walking toward it as Dragon fights him, The Crazy One cranking MD's head forward periodically. Dragon finally plants his feet and powers his head back, then lifts his left leg backwards to strike Crazy Boy with yet another low blow. CB is stunned enough for MD to reach behind his own head and pry the unwanted hands from his head, then MD walks forward to escape the full nelson. Dragon quickly turns around and grabs Crazy Boy's right arm, turning him to an angle where he faces one of the open cage doors. Metal Dragon then leans back and slings CB toward the open door, no ropes in the way and a weapon-riddled floor below. Crazy Boy knows what is under him and stops himself on the edge of the canvas, but MD charges at him. CB turns around only for MD to jump and kick both feet out, dropkicking the high-flyer in the chest. Crazy Boy is propelled from the ring apron into the crowd barricade outside, his back hitting the cold steel. CB slumps down on the crowd wall as numerous hands try to touch him. Dragon gets up in the ring and walks over to the trash can that Crazy Boy used earlier. The Dragon's Rage Champ picks it up and puts it in front of himself, then runs toward the door and dives out. MD extends the trash can in front of himself as it crashes into Crazy Boy's face.

JP: "Suicide Dive with a trash can by Metal Dragon! I have never seen him do anything like that before!"

Ray: "Higher stakes in this match equal raised adrenaline, Jimmy! He thought of the trash can and figured that the dive was worth a try, and it paid off!"

MD shakes off his hands, having hurt them a little doing the manuever. He then throws the can off of Crazy Boy and gets up, then grabs CB's feet and drags him off of the crowd wall. MD turns his fellow champion to the side so he now lies completely flat on the floor, save for a few weapons under him. Dragon picks a cheese grater up from the floor and climbs back into the Dragon's Dungeon, then orders the referee to begin the count. One! Crazy Boy's breathing is visible, but that's not enough. Two! CB raises his hand in the air to break the count, showing that he is still very conscious. The Crazy One starts getting up, rolling over and seeing if he wants to use any of the weapons he was just lying on. CB picks up an old favorite, a brick, and gets to his knees. Metal Dragon, cheese grater in hand, waits for his opponent to get up. CB throws the brick into the ring before sliding in. MD rushes at CB as the aerialist gets up, grabbing Crazy Boy's hair and getting ready to grate his forehead. CB resists by thrusting his upper body forward while he's halfway up, slamming the top of his head into MD's gut. Crazy Boy stands straight up, grabbing MD's left wrist with both hands and ripping the cheese grater from his grasp. His rival now unarmed, CB waits for MD to stand up before immediately lashing the grater out at Dragon's forehead and swiping it upwards. "Metal Dragon Brand Skin Cheese" is created, making the Dragon's Rage Champion be the first to bleed in this match. MD stumbles back, but retains his footing. CB steps back as well, then waits for Dragon to regain his composure. As MD does, Crazy Boy runs at his opponent before putting his hands on MD's shoulders and springing up. The Crazy One puts his legs on both sides of Dragon's head before flipping back to perform a Huracanrana, making Metal Dragon somersault forward and land on his back behind the TV Champion. The crowd cheers the positive development in the match as Crazy Boy gets up.

CB looks around as the referee prepares to start a count. Metal Dragon sits up just as the ref is about to start. Crazy Boy walks over to the brick that he threw into the structure earlier and picks it up. The Crazy One walks over to his bleeding and star-seeing opponent, getting behind him as he still sits in a daze, seemingly entranced by the blood that runs down his face and onto his white t-shirt. Crazy Boy grips the brick tightly before cocking it back, then the Crazy One throws the piece of construction into the upper back of MD. Dragon gasps in pain as the impact from the brick makes his upper body sling back down to the mat. CB has a look of satisfaction on his face as he watches the Dragon's Rage Champion, a man who has bullied the entire Saturday Night Knockout roster, squirm like a wounded animal on the mat. He also notices the satisfying image of seeing MD's blood impurify the white mat, drip by drip as it seeps from his forehead.

"Crazy Boy is truly insane, Ray. He's standing there gloating about what he just did: a cheese grater, a huracanrana, and a brick to the spine. But, you know, I'm sure most of the people who have been kicked around by SNK's champion don't have a problem with that."

"It's cruel, JP. It's just plain cruel."

Crazy Boy grabs MD's head and the collar of his shirt, pulling the villainous Nashville native to his feet. CB grabs Dragon's arm and turns him toward one of the exploding sides of the Dragon's Dungeon, then leans back. Dragon starts to get propelled forward, but jumps and throws his left knee in the air, striking Crazy Boy in the jaw. The irish whip countered and the challenger on the ground, Metal Dragon reaches in his pocket. The Dragon's Rage Champion steps around CB and then drops to his knees. Now next to Crazy Boy's head, MD pulls a Swiss Army Knife from his left pants pocket and looks at it. It's a simple knife, bearing only a few tools, but Dragon is happy with a small pair of scissors. Metal Dragon grabs CB's hair to pull his head up, then jabs the two blades into the skin of Crazy Boy, right over his left eyebrow. MD snips and snips the scissors as he works them up and to the right on CB's forehead, tearing his skin to shreds in a diagonal beeline with the semi-sharp blade. Crazy Boy screams in pain as the torture is administered and blood starts to stream down his face, the relentless MD not letting up. CB grabs Dragon's arm and pries the blades off of his face, then rolls away from his assailant. Crazy Boy gets to his feet and rushes out of one of the cage doors, dropping down to the floor below in a frantic search for a new weapon.

"I can just see Crazy Boy's face from here. Dragon did some damage, that's all I can say."

"We've seen him use a Swiss Army Knife before, in the NeXuS, and it got taken from him and ended up hurting him bad."

"If Dragon's not careful, it'll happen again. Crazy Boy's grabbing a stun gun."

The TV Champion does indeed have a stun gun, and he slides back into the ring with it. MD folds the scissors away and turns the knife out. Crazy Boy creeps toward Dragon, MD holding the small knife out to attempt to keep CB at bay. Crazy Boy steps forward and Dragon throws a backhand slash at him, but CB grabs MD's forearm. Now with his opponent's weapon under control, Crazy Boy puts the stun gun on the back of MD's hand and shoots it off. The electrical jolt going through his hand, the Dragon's Rage Champ falls to the mat as the knife ejects from his grasp. MD clutches his hand, grimacing in severe pain as his left hand trembles from the shock. CB happily picks the Swiss Army Knife up and looks at the different functions. Crazy Boy makes a good choice, as he chooses a corkscrew. The feeling in Dragon's hand starts to come back and he sees Crazy Boy wielding the twisted piece of metal. Anxiety falls over MD as he tries to think of a way to get those weapons out of the Crazy One's grasp. Just then, a lightbulb turns on in MD's head. The technical wrestler backs up toward one of the diagonal sides of the ring, waiting for Crazy Boy to approach him. As soon as CB is near range, Dragon shuffles to the right, quickly making his way around his opponent. Crazy Boy now has his back to the cage, but the two aren't close to it. CB holds the stun gun out to try to parry Metal Dragon. MD doesn't buy it, though, and ducks down while dropping to one knee and shooting in. MD rises and grabs both of Crazy Boy's forearms, forcing them apart. As he rises, he lets go of CB's arms and moves his hands to the top of CB's head. MD then puts the top of his head under Crazy Boy's jaw and drops to his knees. A stunned Crazy One staggers backwards, closer to the explosives of the cage as his weapons fall out of his hands. The Dragon's Rage Champion then runs at his opponent and lowers his shoulder, slamming his left shoulder into the ribcage of Crazy Boy as he spears him into the cage wall. One of the devices explodes on both men, laying waste to MD's head and shoulders and Crazy Boy's back. The two competitors are thrown off of the cage wall, one bomb out of the four having gone off as MD and CB now lie next to each other, completely motionless.

"DRAGONFIRE INTO THE EXPLODING CAGE! Oh my God, that was insane!"

"Wonder if my MD can hear anymore after that? That's terrible, he might not be able to hear how much I love him!"

"I'm surprised his brains aren't splattered all over the canvas right now!"

TBC Crazy Boy

[Liam]

Crazy Boy had taken less of the explosion than his rival begins to feel the warm amber liquid flow freely down his face. As a sly grin appears on his face he is back to one knee. Metal Dragon having taken more of the impact is barely able to move an arm as his ears sound like a telephone constantly ringing. With the nerves in his back twitching and causing an almost tick like behavior in his face Crazy One is back to an upright position all though unsteady on his feet. Metal Dragon some how able to get to a knee begins to return to an upright position before a barely aimed European upper cut smashes his jaw and sends him crashing back down. The vision of the aerialist blurred as blood stings his eye is taken off guard by a sudden chin impacting his knee. Staggering backwards while losing his balance he falls to his rear end with a silent THUD ! .

Metal Dragon exerting precious energy stretches to the cage and uses it to pull himself to a vertical position. Shaking the cobwebs he sees his opponent sitting near the trash can. Almost with out time to think he rushes over and with a baseball slide rams the dented and abused trash can to the thigh of Crazy One. Holding his upper leg the Insane One is pounded by a merciless left hook to his jaw. While Crazy Boy drops to the canvas holding his chin Metal Dragon disappears to seek another weapon. Taking a minute to recovery he finds a window glass pane. A sly grin of deviousness appears on his face as he carefully places it so it is leaning on the cage. Taking his opponent under the shoulder the Nashville Dragon raises him to a standing position.

:: Jimmy Pate ::
Not a pane of glass .. that is just ... just not right. He can not possibly be human if he is thinking of using that.

:: Ray White ::
As much as I hate the sight of blood, I would love to see the current Saturday champion destroy that goody two shoes.

The two begin a struggle , first Metal Dragon with the advantage .. but it soon fizzles when Crazy One blocks and takes the lead. With a boot to the best buckling the aerialist in half Dragon wraps one arm around the neck, the other more towards the torso. With a snap of the hips he spins around in a semi circle, lifts his foe skywards then in one swift motion drives Crazy Boy in a DDT type finisher head and neck through the glass. Debris scattering from one side to the other as the audience react with a gasp of shock and awe as they continue to gaze in wonder. Left laying in the broken window pane bleeding and gasping for air Crazy Boy is barely moving as Dragon gloats over his scheme. Feeding off the audience negative reaction he grabs the ankles of the aerialist and drags him through the glass enjoying the red carpet he is laying.

:: Ray White ::
I guess he really likes painting the town red.

:: Jimmy Pate ::
That is a cruel thing to say Ray, peoples very careers, if not there lives are at stake here.

[ Shrugs his shoulders ]
:: Ray White ::
Is only Crazy Boy, thats no great loss redneck.

:: Jimmy Pate ::
I will show you no great loss if you call me a redneck again !!

Crazy One takes advantage of the distraction and ease up of pain, using his legs he is able to trip Metal Dragon. Stumbling backwards heading to a landing on his back the Nashville man is struck by a quick toe kick to the ribs as Crazy One uses his hands to kip up. Following up his adrenalin rush the aerialist grabs the wrist of his opponent, falls on his own back and adjusts his legs around Dragons chest in a arm bar maneuver. Exhaustion showing as the two move in almost slow motion Metal Dragon reacts by biting the leg and rolling away as Crazy Boy is taken off guard. Pissed off and motivated to inflict some more hurt on someone Crazy One is in the wrong place and at the wrong time. Roughly picking him up by the hair he grabs the shoulder drives a series of right jabs then followed by a left hook. Following up his own dastardly plan he once again wraps an arm around the neck , another grabs the tights and with a snap of his hips hurls Crazy Boy towards the cage ... BOOOM !! another explosion goes off tearing into the man from parts unknown.

Tbc Metal Dragon

[M BISON]

JP: "JESUS CHRIST!"

Metal Dragon contorts quickly before landing on his back. Crazy Boy, however, is thrown off of the cage and bounces off of it before landing face-down next to his opponent.

Ray: "Alright Dragon! That should keep Crazy Boy on the ground for a while!"

"Snap Suplex by the Dragon's Rage Champion, setting off the second explosion of the night. Both competitors are lying flat on the mat, right beside each other, and here's the count!"

The ref gets over the shell shock to raise his hands in the air.

One!

Two!

Three!

No movement from either MD or CB.

Four!

Five!

Six!

"Shit..." MD blurts out, breaking the count for him.

Seven!

Eight!

Crazy Boy's leg twitches, showing that he's still mostly alive. The count for both men is now broken and Metal Dragon rolls away from his opponent. The Crazy One writhes around in an effort to collect himself. MD rolls onto his stomach and gets up, staggering for a second before he gets control of himself. The champion turns around and walks out of the cage door, climbing off of the apron to avoid jumping down on wobbly legs. Dragon drops down and lifts up the apron, then grabs a table and pulls it out for everyone to see. The Dragon's Rage Champion, the figurehead of Saturday Night Knockout, begins setting up the table as his opponent is finally on two legs. Crazy Boy looks at MD and stumbles in his general direction. The table is finally standing on its own as Dragon climbs back onto the apron and walks through the doorway. Crazy Boy plants his feet and charges as his opponent walks into the dungeon structure, then jumps. The Crazy One leans back and rotates his body to the right, then kicks both feet out to connect both of his soles with the sternum of Metal Dragon. MD is knocked back, then falls down. The upper body of the Dragon's Rage Champion lands on the wood of the table, shifting it maybe half an inch on the ground. A small piece of Metal Dragon is bridged between the ring and table. Crazy Boy gets up and walks onto the apron, then jumps and grabs the steel above the doorway. CB turns around while hanging so that his back is to his foe, then pulls himself up. The Crazy One, about to show the world why he has that nickname, climbs a bit higher on the cage. The stunned MD continues to lie down bridged from the table to the ring, adrenaline absent in his body. CB then thrusts himself off of the cage, turning to the right and bending his right arm after beginning the descent. Dragon lying helplessly under him, Crazy Boy's elbow impacts with the chest of the Nashvillian before the rest of the aerialist's weight lands on MD. The two men crash through the table and land on the floor in the pile of wooden wreckage.

"Crazy Boy isn't dead yet!"

"Are you kidding? Both of these guys are."

The referee sees CB lying across his opponent and figures that he might as well begin to count the two men.

"Well, Crazy Boy's going to have to move or else there were be no title changes happening here."

One!

Two!

Crazy Boy rolls off of MD. Dragon, however, stays still. The Dragon's Rage Champion appears to be in a state of exhaustion too weary to even make a move.

Three!

Metal Dragon drifts away, almost appearing asleep as the seconds feel like minutes. Voices, unclear at first, begin babbling in his head as millions of thoughts race in his mind within seconds, almost like bytes traveling through computer wiring. Then the words become discernible.

"...Crazy Boy can't beat you..."

Four!

"...Ignore the pain, Rob."

Crazy Boy begins trying to get up, MD still seemingly content with snoozing for a small bit longer.

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

"Get up," the imaginary voice says. MD opens his eyes and sits up between the two giant slabs of wood he went through not too long ago. A blank, possessed expression is on MD's face as his eyes glaze over. Crazy Boy, now on his feet, grabs Metal Dragon's hair and pulls him up. Dragon gets to wobbly feet with the aid of Crazy Boy trying to yank his hair out and immediately clocks the Parts Unknown-ite in the jaw with a stiff left. Crazy Boy stumbles back and a rejuvenated MD sweeps the remnants of the table away with his foot, then turns back toward his opponent. Dragon opens his left hand and moves his arm back before landing his palm down on The Crazy One's pectorals with a loud slap. Crazy Boy is sent down to the floor clutching his chest as a few fans give a complimentary "Wooo!" for his trip down, but most scowl at the sudden shift in momentum. The inhuman shell of Metal Dragon grabs the gasping Crazy Boy by the ankles and turns him sideways so that his feet face the crowd wall. MD puts his opponent's legs on the crowd wall, pushing him to where his knees rest on the barricade and his shins hang over into the crowd. The spectators step back, not knowing what to expect. Dragon leaves his opponent for a moment as he walks in the direction of the announcers' table. MD points at Lizzie and one word comes from his mouth: "Chair."

"I'll get it for him!"

Ray White gets up and grabs a steel chair sitting next to MD. The color commentator folds it and rushes over to his hero, happily providing Dragon with a weapon. Crazy Boy, still incapacitated, remains in the position he was before. MD turns around and raises the chair overhead, then brings it down.

SMASH!

The steel of the chair and the steel of the crowd barricade crush the right kneecap of Crazy Boy. CB's first reflex is to begin squirming around, dropping his legs from their position and rolling over onto his stomach. The TV Champion clutches his knee in pain as MD puts the chair on the floor. Dragon leans to the side, resting his arm on the apron as he happily watches the pain of his opponent, not staying still to invoke a standing ten count. MD is indeed enjoying taking a breather and watching his opponent's suffer be prolonged.

"This is sick. This is absolutely a disgrace, and you helped, Ray!"

"He wanted a chair! Am I just going to fill the match with dead air while Crazy Boy lies there and MD walks to retrieve one?"

"Yes, because your job is to help call the match, not help someone win it!"

CB tries to get up, his back turned to MD. Dragon stops relaxing to approach his prey. MD squats down and wraps his arms around the waist of the high-flying Crazy One, pulling him up. Dragon plants his feet, intent on delivering a German Suplex, but CB does the first thing that comes to mind: swing his leg back. The calf of Crazy Boy strikes the groin of Metal Dragon, giving new life to the hobbling superstar. The Crazy One turns around and lifts his right knee, slamming the injured part into the face of the Dragon's Rage Champion. The crowd begins cheering, hoping to give their knight in shining armor the willpower to build a good sequence of offense. MD is stood straight up from the knee as he wobbles a little bit. Crazy Boy puts his hands on MD's shoulders and turns, then shoves him onto the crowd wall. CB shakes out his leg as he limps to the apron, then pushes off and extends his right arm. The clothesline hits Metal Dragon in the face and flips him over the metal barricade, but Crazy Boy grabs the top of it with his left hand to stay put as the crowd cheers. The crowd gives pieces of their minds to the face-down and stunned Metal Dragon as CB walks back to the apron and slides into the ring through one of the doors.

"No! Get up! Get up!"

The referee begins counting.

One!

"Well, you can only help him so much, Ray! What a clothesline from The Crazy One!"

Two!

"He's counting too fast! The ref's counting too fast!"

Three!

"Bullshit! Slow down your count!"

Four!

MD moves an arm and the ref breaks the count. The official stops peering over the wall to turn to Crazy Boy, then begins glancing between the two competitors. Dragon pulls himself up on the crowd wall and Crazy Boy walks toward him, hopping out of the ring. The TV Champion puts his arm around MD's head to lock him in a front facelock, then reaches over the crowd wall to grab the waist of his pants. MD resists by throwing a pair of rights into the ribs of his attacker but can't get the proper force or angle to do damage. CB leans back as he pulls Dragon backward, pulling him over the crowd wall and turning to the left. Metal Dragon is suplexed over the barricade and lands hard on the floor, his back thudding against the padding. Crazy Boy gets up and steps over MD, who squirms on the ground some more, then walks into the area of the entrance ramp. At the base of the ramp he finds a baseball bat and picks it up. Dragon is pulling himself up on the apron now and Crazy Boy approaches him. MD gets to his feet and turns to CB. The Crazy One immediately lifts the bat overhead, but Metal Dragon reaches out and grabs it before the swing can build momentum. The two tug at the bat for a moment, fighting for it. MD then puts his right hand on the top of the bat and pushes both hands into CB, tilting the bat so that it hits the insane aerialist between the eyes. Dragon then puts his right arm across Crazy Boy's throat and spins around him. MD slides his left arm under CB's chin while slipping his right arm out and replacing it on the back of CB's head. A sleeper hold locked in, MD turns his opponent toward the cage. Fortunately a side that already detonated, Dragon slams Crazy Boy's forehead into the metal cage wall. CB is dazed for a moment, but grips the bat tightly before moving his head to the side slightly and swinging it back. The wooden sports implement strikes MD in the forehead, numbing him long enough to weaken his sleeper hold slightly. CB rips the throat off of his arm and steps forward. The Crazy One then turns the bat to the side and turns right all in one motion, ramming the top of the bat into the gut of Metal Dragon. MD keels over and CB grabs his hair quickly, then leads him to the cage door. Crazy Boy tosses the bat into the ring, then grabs MD's waist and tosses him into the squared circle as well. Crazy Boy slides into the Dragon's Dungeon and both men get up at the same time.

The two men stare down for a second until CB delivers an elbow to the face of MD. Dragon stumbles for a split-second before kicking Crazy Boy in the stomach. MD then puts his left arm over CB's head and turns around before quickly sitting down. The Crazy One's neck is planted on Dragon's shoulder before he bounces onto the mat. Not caring about a count as he knows that won't finish the job, MD looks toward one of the corner sides of the ring, specifically one that hasn't exploded yet. Metal Dragon pulls CB to his feet by the hair and waist, then puts his arm around his opponent's head and walks him toward the rigged and ready-to-blow side. MD releases the headlock and then grabs CB's arm, ready to whip him to his doom. Dragon leans back and whips Crazy Boy around, but CB holds on to MD's arm. Crazy Boy latches his free arm onto MD's as well before reversing the Irish whip, slinging MD into the cage wall. Metal Dragon turns his back to the cage as his back hits the metal and it then explodes.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"REVERSED INTO THE BOMB! CRAZY BOY JUST MADE METAL DRAGON'S INTENTIONS BACKFIRE! IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! NEW DRAGON'S RAGE CHAMPION!"

"As much as I resent you jumping to that conclusion, you just might be right. Crazy Boy took absolutely none of the explosion, too."

"The ref's about to start the count!"

One!

Two!

Three!

Crazy Boy raises his arms, sensing victory only seven utterances from the referee away.

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

MD clenches his fist and slams it into the mat, breaking the count as the crowd gasps.

"HE'S STILL ALIVE!"

"The match goes on!"

Crazy Boy drops to his knees, not being able to believe that his opponent still refuses to die.

TBC Crazy Boy