[ As we return from commercial, Mobius is outside the ring, fishing for something. He pulls out a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire. Mobius slides the chair in the ring, waits for Watson to stand up, which he eventually does, and he wraps him over the head with the barbed chair. Blood splatters the mat as Watson convulses in pain, holding a few gashes on his head. Mobius lays several hard shots to the back of Watson. He then lays the chair flat, and ddt's Watson on it as Watson flails towards him. The fans in attendance go red hot, popping at the brutality of this last spot.
Mobius stands, his back cut up from performing the DDT. He rolls out of the ring, and begins searching for something under the ring. He finds a table, and the fans pop as he nods his head, indicating a huge spot. Mobius slides the table inside the ring, and the fans are buzzing. He slowly gets in the ring, and sets the table up about six feet out from the nearest tower. ]
JP: This can't happen!
Sully: But it is!
[ Mobius walks up to the already obliterated Watson, and drops a knee smash right on his face. Watson clutches his face in agony as blood streams into his eyes and mouth from his nose. Mobius rolls to the outside again, and is looking under the ring for something else... He finds what he is looking for. He rolls in the ring with a canvas bag. He unfurls it, and spills pieces of glass all over the table! Mobius grabs the lifeless Lee Watson, and puts him in a fireman's carry. Mobius climbs to the second rope height, then the top, wedging Watson in the rung near the top. He climbs up after him, and then hits a Blackdrop DDT from the top rop, far enough to send Watson and Mobius crashing through the glass covered table! The fans chant "Holy Shit!" repeatedly as both men bleed from multiple contusions...
JP: GOOD GOD!!
Sully: HOLY SHIT!
[ The fans pop and chant for a good 45 seconds, and finally Mobius stands, and his back is covered in shards of glass above streams of blood. He staggers out of the ring, grabs the ring announcer's mic out thier hands, and the falls to the ground. He props himself up on the ringside barrier, and then speaks in a winded, pained voice...
Mobius: Johnson! y...you wanna know my decision...my decision is...lying before you in this ring! You need an enforcer? You need someone who can provide protection?! I'll play ball with you, but in turn, you n....need to provide me with the matches I deserve. I need to be in the title picture, "Mr. Ed". You provide promotion for me, I'll provide PROTECTION for you. If you want a new bodyguard, you got it, just don't treat me like this SCAB Lee Watson.
I've never been a big "mark" for authority, but if you want someone who can cover you, you're asking the right guy. I'm looking to get pushed, so don't screw me over Johnson. I think I proved my point...
[ Mobius passes out abruptly from blood loss, and we go to an emergency commercial ]
