Car Pit Tai-Pei Deathmatch
MD: This match, I would have to believe is a first not only here in Chaos Heat Zone, but in the world of professional wrestling. I have no idea what to expect going into this one, folks.
FJ: The rules are simple. The two men�s fists will be taped, covered in resin, and ground into tiny shards of glass.
MD: As if that wasn�t enough, the two fighters will then be placed inside a large circle of cars. The only way to defeat your opponent is by pinfall. Fans, this one isn�t one for the kiddies. It could quite possibly be the vilest and most deranged match ever telecasted in the CHZ.
FJ: And let�s not forget the most exciting!
::A camera shot is shown from outside the arena in the parking lot. �Xtreme Rebel� Matt Scheffert and Josh Sutton both stand side by side, their hands taped and glued. The referee of the match is explaining the rules, but both seem more content with staring the other down. Two large security officers walk up carrying a big trunk. They place it on the ground and open it, revealing the freshly smashed glass shards. Sutton smirks at Rebel and walks over to the chest, dropping to his knees and hungrily pressing his fists into it. He steps back, seemingly satisfied with the job. It�s Rebel�s turn and he takes a much more methodical approach to it. He dips his hands in then crunches down with the knuckles, so as to absorb more glass onto that portion.::
MD: The United States title must mean the world to these two men. They�ve already put their bodies through so much in the first two contests of this �best of seven� deathmatches tournament.
FJ: As we�ve learned, Josh Sutton has been in two Tai Pei deathmatches prior to this one. I don�t know if such a thing can exist in this match, but he has to be a favorite to win.
MD: The cars have begun pouring into the back lot, Flaps.
::True to his words cars begin forming the large circle to hold the two fighters. A split-screen is shown of Josh and Matt, both with serious yet confident looks on their faces. As the final car completes the mold, the referee walks up to the two. They turn to each other and extend their hands, in a gesture of respect. Sutton and Scheffert make their way into the car pit, and go to their respective �corners�.::
FJ: Rebel took the first one in the C4 Tables match�
MD: Sutton took the second one in the bed of light tubes.
FJ: It�s time for the third match to be decided.
::The horns of the vehicles begin honking loudly at the referees command, signaling for the match to start. The two move out to the center of the pit, circling each other. Josh throws a couple of jabs but is denied any flesh. Rebel lunges forward but Sutton sidesteps and the circling continues.::
MD: They�re feeling each other out. It�s almost like the opening round of a professional boxing match.
FJ: Good call.
::Rebel charges in for another attack. Sutton catches him with a knee to the midsection. Scheffert doubles over and Josh drives his elbow to the base of his spine. Matt hits the cold concrete but shows fortitude as he begins pushing himself back up. Sutton throws a downward punch but Matt blocks with one hand and sweeps Josh�s legs with the other. Sutton seems rattled as they both return to their feet::
MD: And we�re back to phase one.
FJ: Sutton showed a lot of intelligence on that cycle, Moses. He�s trying to conserve his energy. This one could last a while.
::Sutton now charges forward, catching Scheffert with a shoulder block, which knocks him back into one of the cars. Josh fires several glassy shots to Matt�s stomach, tearing his shirt to shreds. Scheffert kicks Josh in the knee and bats his face off the hood. The driver honks in disapproval, getting a middle finger from the Rebel.::
MD: That�s a little politically incorrect.
FJ: He�s not going to win this match by flipping people off, that�s for sure.
::Scheffert takes a swing at Sutton. Josh goes low, placing his shoulder into the pit of Matt�s stomach and heaves him backward onto the same hood. There�s a loud crack as the window shatters under the impact, falling in on the driver.::
MD: Ouch� Not a good day to be an innocent bystander.
FJ: Is it ever?
::Sutton drives his forearm into Matt�s throat, choking him. With Matt seemingly incapacitated Josh draws first blood, grazing Matt�s eyebrow with an impacting punch. You can hear the low moans of the drivers as another shot connects on the middle of his forehead. The scar tissue rips open and expands as the warm liquid spews down the flesh.::
MD: That�s sadistic!
FJ: True to his word, Sutton has dominated this match.
::Sutton pulls Rebel off the hood and staggers him by the bumper with a jumping knee to the temple. Josh unloads a left and a right, blood literally misting off the shots. Scheffert tries to return fire, but Josh blocks and counters with a head butt, covering his forehead with another human being�s blood.::
MD: Rebel needs to fight back and badly.
FJ: He can�t! We�ve never seen Sutton this intense. He�s motivated in all sense of the word and Rebel is finding out first hand. Or in this case, fist.
::Sutton shoves Rebel back up onto the hood and climbs onto the car beside it. With a dashing leap Josh dives from one car to the other looking for a leg drop but Scheffert rolls over. Sutton lands roughly, loses his balance, and topples head-first to the concrete. Rolling back over Scheffert blinks his eyes through the bloody embankment formed on his face. He finds a spot deep inside and rolls off the car, to his feet once again.::
MD: Scheffert is on his feet! A normal man would have lost his nerve by now!
FJ: Who cares?! Sutton could be hurt!
::Rebel pulls Josh to his feet. Blood can be seen flowing generously from an angry wound on the back of his head. Matt throws a straight right to the center of the nose then a body shot, ripping a huge gash in Sutton�s stomach. Scheffert drives in another shot that literally brings Sutton off his feet and into the air. Josh now finds himself pinned against a car. A desperate right hand from Josh, absorbed by Rebel who retaliates with one of his own. Matt drags the staggering opponent to the opposite side of the car pit.::
MD: Xtreme Rebel is opening up new doors to this match.
FJ: Sutton is still in control of this match! He�s going to slam those same doors right in Rebel�s hideous face.
::Rebel Irish whips Josh. He flips onto the windshield of another vehicle, having a spasm on the glass, and bleeding profusely. Matt holds Josh in place with one hand and throws a combination of elbows and closed fists. With each shot blood splatters the finely cracked windshield.::
MD: Sick! That�s just sick! Stop the match! Stop the damn match, now! The United States title is not worth the mutilation of these two great athletes!
FJ: I think they would beg to differ!
::Sutton flips his legs back rolling off the hood and shoving Matt back in the process. Matt throws a swift jab. Josh shakes it off and kicks hard at Matt�s knee. The cycle continues and soon Scheffert finds himself hobbling. Matt swings hesitantly and Josh ducks then catches him with a high knee as he turns back to face him. Matt falls down to one knee and Sutton leaps into the air, bringing his elbow down with thunderous force across the base of Rebel�s thigh. Matt screams out in pain as he lays on the concrete, cradling his now-injured limb.::
MD: The referee has got to stop this! They�re bleeding like slaughtered pigs. Sutton has gashes that could take hundreds of stitches to close. Scheffert isn�t that far behind.
FJ: I get it! I get it now! Sutton wants to cripple Xtreme Rebel! It�s ingenious! If he takes him out here in this match, the best of seven is over! Come on, Sutton! Break his damn leg!
MD: Oh, will you get off the Sutton bandwagon?
::Sutton stands, taunting Matt as he tries desperately to get back to his feet. He does so, but not without consequence. Sutton kicks him right in the thigh. Matt stumbles around on one leg and takes two sidekicks to the ribs. Josh plants his foot in preparation for one of his trademark spin kicks. As he turns Scheffert lunges forward, synchronizing all of his remaining energy into a lariat. Sutton goes full circle and lands face first on the concrete. Matt staggers, stumbles, and falls right next to him.::
MD: Good God! What a clothesline! Neither will ever be the same, Flaps!
FJ: As much as I hate Matt Scheffert, he�s putting it all on the line here tonight. I can respect that.
::Scheffert nudges Sutton over onto his back and throws his arm across his rapidly rising chest.::
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MD: Thr� It�s over!
FJ: No! Sutton kicked out!
::The engines of the surrounding vehicles begin revving up in anticipation for the two battle-tested warriors to get back to their feet. Sutton is up to his knees soon tied by Rebel. They exchange solid, bloodletting shots as they make their way to their feet. Sutton looks to be winning the race but Scheffert catches back up with a reckoning blow to Sutton�s already ripped stomach. At this point their taped fists are looking more like a surgeon�s gloves after a long operation. They stand near the cars on the left side, wailing away on each other as if immortality had been bestowed upon them. Sutton falls behind in the fight as he openly accepts a missile-like right hand from Rebel. Sutton lets out a loud shriek as he lunges forward and picks Rebel up on his shoulder, slamming him hard onto the hood of a black 80�s Chevrolet. Scheffert manages to block a couple of punches and bury his knee to Sutton�s groin. Matt begins rising to his feet on the hood, pulling Josh with him. The hood is denting under their weight as Matt pulls Josh between his legs for what looks like a piledriver.::
MD: If he hits this it�s over!
FJ: Come on Sutton! Power out! Power out!
::Scheffert drops hard to his knees, ramming Sutton�s head into the hood of the car. With Sutton laid out flat, Scheffert falls across him, as the ref gets into position.::
FJ: I don�t believe this!
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MD: Scheffert wins! And he takes the US title from Sutton!
FJ: It wasn�t supposed to happen this way! I just knew Sutton had him.
MD: Don�t worry Flaps�Scheffert won tonight�but this ordeal is far from over. The best of seven continues�next week on WILD.
::As a flood of EMT�s make their way in to check on both men, the scene fades out.::