versus

Chris Drebbin

MWF Xtreme Title Match

Referee: Chad Pattison

Sully: My god JP, I don't know if this match will be able to live up to the excitment of that last one!

JP: Are you serious? We've got the Xtreme Title on the line. JayZ is going to proove that he is indeed a man of his own and not a shadow of Sam King.

Sully: I know that, but how well can he work with Drebbin. I mean Drebbin's a great guy, but he's just returning and that lazy JayZ won't put in the extra effort to help him get back into form.

JP: If Drebbin wasn't on form before he returned then he had no business returning in the first place, and he'll get what he deserves.

Sully: Speaking of Drebbin, here he comes. Ladies and gentlemen put your hands together for your next Xtreme Champion!

[The crowd is in a buzz at the exciment of the evening caused simply by the atmosphere of a pay per view. Suddenly 'Headstrong' by Trapt hits the sound system and out walks Chris Drebbin. Drebbin appears at the top of the stage and gets a rather mixed reaction from the crowd. Some people cheer him and others boo him. Drebbin though is completly unaffected by this, as he strolls confidently out of the entrance way. He pauses at the top of the stage and shoots both arms straight up into the air and as he does pyros explode of each side of the stage and continue towards him, convering towards the center of the stage. As the puros reach the side of the ramp two other explosions spontaneously explode from the side of the titantron crearting a shower of sparks behind Chris Drebbin. As his fireworks display comes to an end, Chris looks down at the ring, and then begins to decend. ]

Pete Santos: Ladies and gentlement the following match up is schedualed for one fall, and it is for the Maximum Wrestling Federation Xtreme Championship. Making his way to the ring first from Copper Mountain, Colorado. Weighing in at 6'1", 220 pounds, Chris Drebbin!

[By the time Santos finishes his little speech Drebbin has reached ringside and he steps into the ring waiting for JayZ to appear. He isn't made to wait long as 'Enter The Jeopardy' suddenly hits. The crowd jumps up in a chorus of cheers as The Jeopardizer walks out from behind the curtain, holding onto his Xtreme Title over his right shoulder. JayZ walks out onto the entrance ramp and is greeted with loud cheers from the entire arena. JayZ hols up his Xtreme Title belt as he in introduced. ]

Pete Santos: Making his way to the ring next from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weighed in at 6'2", 215 pounds. He is the Maximum Wrestling Federation's Xtreme Champion, The Jeopardizer!

[JayZ smiles confidently as he decends the ramp. He finally reaches the bottom of the ramp and Chris Drebbin quickly walks over to the ropes and starts yelling down at him. The ref tries to break the two up, and succeeds, as Drebbin takes a step back giving The Jeopardizer room. JayZ then hands his title up to the ref, and takes a second on the outside to stare at Drebbin, when suddenly Chris starst runnign towards the ropes. Drebbin runs full speed and dives throught the second rope flying through the air and twisting his body, hitting the Xtreme Champion with a big cross body. Drebbin gets to his feet first and inside the ring, the ref is yelling at Drebbin that the match hasn't started. Drebbin yells back some profanity to the ref and then pulls JayZ to his feet. Drebbin pushes JayZ onto the apron and rolls him into the ring, just to say, and the ref sounds the bell. Drebbin gives the ref a look as if to say 'Happy now?!?' Drebbin then pulls JayZ back to the outside and leans him against the ring. Chris punches JayZ in the head once, and goes for a second, but JayZ puts his arm up and blocks the second strike. This catches Drebbin a little off guard and he turns his head back to JayZ in shock. JayZ then brings his arm back and with one strong swing drops Chris down to the ground.]

Sully: Whoa! I didn't know that little pipsqueak could hit like that!

JP: Don't underestimate JayZ, he's a spitfire!

[Jay takes a second to find himself and then turns his attention to Chris Drebbin. JayZ pulls Drebbin to his feet and then grabs hold of his arm. Jay then whips Chris back, only to pull him forward again whipping him into the steel baracade on the side of the ramp. Drebbin's back crashes hard into the steel and causes him to bounce off staggering off to the side of the ramp holding his back in pain. JayZ pursues the agonising Drebbin who is now trying to escape down the side of the ramp. JayZ finally catches up to Drebbin and grabs hold of his head. JayZ starts running, while holding onto Drebbins tights and head, and throws him hard into the side of the stage. Drebbins body bounces off of the steel yet again, and JayZ continues the assault. He moves over to Drebbins head and bends over top of him grabbing a wire from the ground and begins to choke Chris Drebbin with it. The ref plees with JayZ to drop the wire, but the rules of the match suggest otherwise. After serveral seconds without air, the colour in Drebbin's face has changed significantly. JayZ stands up and stomps on Drebbin, as he signals to the fans, getting a big reaction from them.]

Sully: Look at him, boasting to the fans! He had better be carefull because Drebbin's going to get up and kick his ass.

JP: Well JayZ has dominated the majority of this match early on.

[JayZ turns from the fans back to Drebbin, who is still gasping for air. Jay pulls Chris to his feet and grabs hold of him by the hair again, this time carrying him further into the backstage area. Jay and Drebbin stagger around backstage for a while before the come up to a table with food on top of it, and a television ontop of stand on which he can see the action before us being played. JayZ walks Drebbin over to the table and slams his head onto the table. Drebbin then hits the table forcing some food to make a mess. JayZ steps back and takes a run at Drebbin. Chris then stands up spontaneously and grabs hold JayZ in a bear hug. Drebbin then throws JayZ into the air and hits him with a release belly to belly suplex, sending him crashing through the table. JayZ sits on the ground with half the table on either side of him, leaning against the wall. Drebbin then takes a second and looks around. He notices something and then moves over to JayZ, who is leaning against the wall, not moving. Drebbin grabs hold of JayZ and sits him forward. JayZ's head dangels down as Drebbin disppears from the scene for a second. JayZ's head bobels for a while before his head is shrouded in shadow. JayZ, visibly disoriented, slowly manages to look upward, and hisface goes pale. The camera zooms out and we see Chris Drebbin standing in front of JayZ with his arms hin the air, holding the television high above his head, the screen facign downward, at The Joepardizer. The crowd gasps as Drebbin thrusts the television down and with a shattering screech, JayZ's head disappears into the television. He quickly drops to the side, and the television rolls off of his head revealing the now masacred face of JayZ. Blood pours form mulitple cuts on his face, as Drebbin drops down and covers JayZ. The ref drops and starts the count ....1...2... no! Somehow Jay manages to get a shoulder up, but it spends the last of his energy. Drebbin, not waisting anytime, drags the bloodied JayZ to his feet and starts leading him to another area. ]

JP: Sweet merciful lord! I had no clue Drebbin had something like that in him!

Sully: I hate to say it, well no I don't. I told you so!

JP: Oh shut up!

[JayZ can hardly keep on his feet, he leans on Chris Drebbin which results in a significant amount of blood to smear on Drebbin's arms. Chris then wishing to dump JayZ, reaches the front loby of the arena, and security is forced to create a man wall to keep fans form getting involved. The darkness of the night shines through the glass walls that decorate the front of this arena. JayZ is thrown down to the marble floor and rolls across is, leaving a trail of blood where he slid. Drebbin walks over to the Jeopardizer's lifeless body and picks him up. Drebbin grabs hold of JayZ. Drebbin forces Jay's head under his arm and then looks around at the crowd. And yells out at them as he swings backwards nailing a huge DDT right onto the marble floor. JayZ's head slams hard onto the floor and he lies motionless again. Drebbin then sits up next to JayZ body with a cocky smile on his face. The crowd boo him, but he is unaffected by it. Chris slowly gets to his feet, and drags JayZ to his knees and then pulls him to his feet by his hair, exposing his bloodied forehead. Drebbin then grabs JayZ's arm and throws him towards the glass window. JayZ runs at full speed towards the glass and the crowd screams in horror at the thought of the aftermath of this. Jay finally reaches the window and slams hard into his, but simply bouncing off of it, falling back to the floor. Drebbin looks down at JayZ and laughs at the sight of him. JayZ is now completly disoriented and he props himself back to his feet using the window as help to maintain some kinf of balance. Seeing JayZ prone against the window, Drebbin looks around at the crowd, who suddenly realise what he's thinking and scream in horror again. This causes Drebbin to smile even more, before he suddenly begins to charge at full speed toward JayZ. Drebbin reaches a few feet from The Jeopardizer and leaps forward spearing him. Or so it seems. At the last second before Drebbin reaches Jay, The Jeopardizer collapses to the ground and Drebbin leaps over his body sending him crashign right through the glass windown on a missed spear! The glass shatters on impact and Drebbin lands a it's chards on the concrete walkway outside! The crowd stares on in untter disbelief. ]

Sully: He's dead! Someone get an ambulance out there!

JP: These two men a creative havoc, someone needs to stop them before they end each others careers!

[JayZ and Drebbin are both down thriving in pain, but somehow JayZ manages to summon the stength to get to his feet first. Well not quite his feet, more his knees. JayZ crawls over the shattered glass over to Drebbin's body which lies face down his head burried in his arms. JayZ staggers to his feet and rolls Drebbin over to take a look at him, and he is now in just as bad of shape as JayZ. Drebbin's face is now cut open too, and he has small cuts all over his arms and some on his legs, all of which are bleeding somewhat. JayZ's face becomes a little shocked at the site of Chris, but he keeps his mind on the task at hand. JayZ reaches down and pulls Drebbin up to his feet. JayZ wlaks with Drebbin for a couple steps when all of the sudden, Drebbin swings his arm breaking JayZ's weak hold on Chris. JayZ turns in disbelief only to see Drebbin step forward and shove JayZ with every ounce of strength left in him. Drebbin drops down onto the cement and JayZ staggers backwards a few steps before suddenly falling backwards. JayZ falls backwards and disappears suddenly. After he goes out of view silence is heard for a few seconds which leads to a loud crash! Confused the camera runs over to the ledge and looks down to see JayZ lying motionless on a now heavily dented industrial garbage bin! We now know that the front of the arena is actually cement steps which are about 15 feet in the air! With Drebbin down exhausted and JayZ flattened on the lid of the garbage bin, the ref has no choice but to start the count.....1.....2....3....4.....5.....6....]

Sully: Dig deep Drebbin, come on get up!

JP: The match can't end like this, someone get up!

[Drebbin lifts his head and hears the count. He tries with everything he's got to get up. Drebbin manages to get to one knee. ....7....8... Now realising the short amount of time left before he and The Jeopardizer get counted out via knock out, he steps up and gets to his feet. The ref stops the count and the match continues. Chris Drebbin slowly staggers over to the ledge from which JayZ fell moments ago, and peers over. He see the still motionless body of JayZ lying ontop of the bin, and simply stares down at him. As he stares down that evil smile once again creeps across Drebbin's face. Chris then foolishly steps up onto the ledge and stares down at JayZ. The ref runs over and starts to plee with Drebbin to get down, but Chris will have none of it. Chris throws his arms into the air and holds up four fingers on each hand signaling for the 4 Point Four! The ref then runs out of the scene, down the steps, headed for the gabage bin below. Drebbin then takes a few seconds to muster the courage to finally jump, before he actually does it. Drebbin soars through the air compressing and then decompressing his body as he flies through the air. Half way down JayZ is seen moving, and he notices Drebbin on his way down. JayZ scrambles and manages to roll off of the top of the bin falling down the nearly six feet crashing down to the ground. Luckily for him it pales in comparison to Chris Drebbin's jump, who now comes crashing down onto the top of the bin with a missed Point Four. The momentum of Drebbin's jump and the already fragile stat of the lid forces it to buckle under it's pressure causign Drebbin to crash down, inside the bin! The entire crowd is going insane at this defying display of lunacy.]

Sully: Oh god no! There's no way any man could have survived that!

JP: I've got to agree with you there, especially after having went through a window! This is insane, someone needs to stop this!

[With Drebbin down inside the garbage bin, and JayZ struggling to his feet the ref moves over to the garbage can and peers over the top to make sure Drebbin is still alive. He then moves over to check on JayZ, but is forced to go around the otherside due to a large very steep hill on one side of the bin. The ref sees JayZ who has taken a seat, leaning against the bin. By this time he has stopped bleeding, but the open wounds have masked him with a crimson coat. JayZ then takes a deep breath and pulls himself to his feet. JayZ moves around to the back of the bin and starts pushing it forward, over the edge of the steep hill! The ref refuses to let his go and tries to pull JayZ away from the bin, but Jay just pushes him to the ground and turns his attention back to the bin. Obviously very low on strength JayZ is having trouble pushing the large bin, but it slowly inches forward and little by little hangs more and more over the edge. As it is just under half over JayZ decides it's now or never and takes a step back and then takes a small run at the can and drop kicks it! The move is enough to send the bin enough over to force it to start tumbeling down the steep hill! The large bin starts to roll down the hill twisting and truning in every direction, with Chris Drebbin inside! The ref springs to his feet and gives chase to the can, he tries to run down the hill but it is too steep, and he slips onto his butt, and slides the most of the way down. The can gets to the bottom of the hill and finishes rolling, only to reveal a destroyed garbage bin! The dents and deformations in the bin have rendered it destroyed. Also bags of garbage have fallen out, and amongst the massive mess lies a motionless Chris Drebbin. He can't be fully seen as a few bags of garbage lay over over top of him, but none the less it's evident that it's him. ]

JP: This has gotten out of hand, someone is going to get seriously injured!

Sully: If neither of them hasn't already.

[From the top of the hill JayZ looks down at the chaos below, and inside the mess he spots the downed Chris Drebbin. JayZ then decides to get to the bottom and tries to descend the hill, but much like the ref it prooves too steep and JayZ ends up rolling roughly down the hill. He reaches the bottom with a cloud of dust behind him, and simply lies not moving for a while. The Jeopardizer then somehow manages to crawl over to Drebbin and pushes a bag off of his chest and flops his arm down over him him. The ref stares in awe at the destruction before realising the pin, he drops and counts...1...2....3! ]

Pete Santos: Winner via pinfall, and still the Maximum Wrestling Federation Xtreme Champion, The Jeopardizer!

[The scene switches from the chaos outside back to ringside with JP and Sully, in awe over what they just witnessed.]

JP: My God! That was the most hellacious match I think we're ever going to see...

Sully: We thought that Sam King versus Wildfire in a Japanese Death Match was brutal...that was insane!

JP: Someone should lock those two men up, they really did put on the most incredible match I've ever seen.

Sully: I can't believe that match was even allowed to continue.

JP: Ed must be absolutly disgusted with that...but at the same time amazed.

Sully: They certainly earnt their paychecks their, both men were winners...what a return from Chris Drebbin, he put on one hell of a performance.

JP: He sure did, but no one can match The Jeopardizer at the moment, I think he's going to be the MWF Xtreme Champion for years and years!

Sully: I wouldn't go that far....what would be interesting is Wildfire against The Jeopardizer.

JP: Why's that?

Sully: Both men have had such long title reigns and are rather similar really...

JP: It would be an interesting match, doubt it will ever happen.

Sully: Why's that?

JP: It'd be too extreme for TV!

[We cut backstage...Wildfire appears to be talking to referee, Grant August in the corridor of the MwF. Wildfire is ready and prepared for his match. He is wearing his wrestling attire and has hit title over his shoulder.]

Wildfire: You call this one right down the line Grant, ya hear me?

Grant August: I hear ya.

Wildfire: If they come down ring the bell. There and then alright?

[Wildfire walks slowly down the corridor and bumps into the Anarkist.]

Wildfire: Hey man, how are ya?

Anarkist: I'm good because well I'm gonna win tonight.

Wildfire: Nice to hear it. Good luck.

Anarkist: You don't need luck when you're the best.

[They both shake hands and Anarkist tries to walk but Wildfire tugs at him.]

Wildfire: If you win, watch your back.

[He walks off with a smile on his face, Anarkist walks into his dressing room.]

JP: Wow! Wildfire shooting a message to Anarkist there, and that is one feud I'd like to see...

Sullyg: Me to, Wildfire's one of the best players in the game at the moment...

JP: He sure is, he's getting that old spring back in his step, he's always had a spring mind you, and tonight he's going to try and keep that spring going to still be the MWF TV Champion.

Sully: He's a great guy to...well if you exclude the paying the "Connection" incedent.

JP: I think that's all forgotten now!

[We cut backstage to see General Manager Fozzy pacing back and forth outside a dressing room. He fidgets with his wristwatch uncontrollably and gives the door a firm knock.]

Fozzy: Come on! I know you're in there!

[The door swings open to reveal an impatient Anarkist, fuming just slightly as he stares at Fozzy, who still paces back and forth.]

Anarkist: Goddamnit, Fozzy, you've gotta leave me alone for a while!

Fozzy: Anarkist, I'm sorry, but tonight is more than just a title match. My hatred for Walker, and his hatred for me is riding on this match. If King wins, THEY triumph�If you win, WE triumph.

[Anarkist frowns and Fozzy extends his height to his tiptoes, locking into a glare with the big man.]

Fozzy: Forget the curses, forget the jinx, forget the bad luck and the injuries. Tonight is the night that you will prove fate wrong. Tonight is the night you knock Sam King on his rear. Tonight is the night we send Ed Walker into the hole he belongs. Are you ready?

Anarkist: Yeah�

Fozzy: ARE YOU READY?

Anarkist: YEAH!

Fozzy: And tha-

[Fozzy is cut off as Anarkist's door slams shut on his face. He takes a deep breath and exits.]