August 31, 2003
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The scene opens with a UWF Ring Announcer Johanna Tyrus standing in the middle of the ring.
Johanna: We are pleased to bring to you, the UWF's favorite band, here to tell the story for Afterburn. Put your hands together for Breaking Benjamin! Breaking Benjamin take the stage. Hold Still All of my life All of my time I don't wanna come back around tonight And all that I need Is serenity I don't wanna be your new disease The natural life You're born, you die The natural life You're wrong, you're right The natural life You're born, you die The natural life's a lie All of my lies Swallow your pride I don't wanna come back 'round tonight And all that I need Is serenity I don't wanna be your new disease The natural life You're born, you die The natural life You're wrong, you're right The natural life You're born, you die The natural life's a lie RIGHT You're right, I can never lie Let me go, Try to find a home I can't wait Try to stay awake Dead inside, Bothered by the lie You're right The natural life You're born, you die The natural life You're wrong, you're right The natural life You're born, you die The natural life's a lie A lie The fireworks in the arena go off, and the fans applaud this underground band. Then, the lights dim out. An Eastern-sounding bongo drum is heard; it's eminating from Breaking Benjamin Then, a bass guitar joins into the beat. Finally, a guitar riff starts to liven things up. All the while, smoke has been billowing onto the stage. Then, the band plays "Phase". Eric Draven steps onto the stage with the Tag Title belts hung over both shoulders. The light is dead in your eye So I'll keep livin my life I only wanted to try To find my way back inside He walks down the ramp, goes up the steel steps and climbs into the ring. My imitation of life My litigation of life It's something easy to find Inside the shade of your eye In the center of the ring, he drops the belts down to his hands, closes his eyes and holds the belts high in the air as the chorus plays. Out of the ground I rise to grace Nobody knows it's just a phase Help me I'm out of breath again Nobody knows somewhere to make it go away Draven hands the belts to the referee and waits in the ring for his opponent. Johanna: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the opening match for tonight's Afterburn. First, standing 6'3 and weighing 237 pounds, he is both halves of the Tag Team Champions, the Electric Eric Draven! Draven takes the mic away from Tyrus. Draven: For those of you who saw the first edition of theEDGE!, Adam Jones got a victory over me. So not only is this a rematch, but it is also a No Disqualifications Match. So, Jonesy, get your ass out here so I can show you just what the UWF is all about! He hands the microphone back to Johanna. Johanna: And his opponent, standing 6'5 and weighing 265 pounds, the Typhoon Adam Jones! Breaking Benjamin is now off the stage as "Get Your Walk On" by X-Zibit begins to blare, and random colors strobes light up the arena as Adam Jones makes his way to the ring. Ding! Ding! Ding! Electric Eric Draven vs Typhoon Adam Jones The two men lock up in the center of the ring. Adam Jones overpowers Eric Draven into the corner. He goes for a chop, but the Texan ducks out and nails a chop of his own. After a few chops, he whips his opponent to the other corner and runs in hitting the clothesline. He pulls his opponent out for a bit and tries for a DDT, but the Typhoon pushes him into the ropes. Draven comes off to be nailed by a clothesline. Adam Jones lands a running elbow drop and covers. Ref: 1...2...break Jones picks up Draven and puts him in suplex position. He sets him up on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up and is about to attempt a superplex, but Draven blocks it. The Electric manages to pick Jones up and drop him in a hot shot across the top rope. The Typhoon bounces off and lands on his back. Draven goes for the Leap of Faith, but Jones rolls out of the ring. Styles: Nobody home on that exchange. Adam Jones starts pulling weapons out from under the ring. He slides in a table, two chairs and a board which looks like a bed of nails! Jones picks up a chair and goes for a shot on the Untouchable who gets in a drop toe hold; this causes Killa to fall forward with the chair and land face-first onto the chair. Draven grabs the other chair and lands a shot hard on the back of the Typhoon. He starts whailing on his opponent with the object. After maybe twelve chair shots, he stops. Draven sets up a table. Adam Jones makes it back to his feet. The Electric goes for a running chair shot only to have it Van-Daminated into his face by the Typhoon. Jones picks up the chair and slams it across the back of the laid out Draven's head. He lays it there (on the back of Eric Draven's head), picks up the other chair and climbs to the top rope. He then goes for a huge flying leg drop with the chair under his leg but crashes down as Draven moves out of the way! Gurtner: That had to hurt! Eric Draven picks up his opponent and whips him into the corner. Draven grabs Jones by the back of the head and delivers a Death Drop DDT. Draven then climbs through the ropes and onto the ring apron. Gurtner: Draven's on the top rope. Styles: Jones nips up, springs to his feet. The Typhoon pushes Draven's legs out from under him. He climbs the turnbuckle, but Draven gets in a rake to the eyes. Draven leapfrogs over Jones and lands on his feet behind Jones. Draven gets in an uppercut in between the legs of the Typhoon. The Electric reaches up and grabs the arms of Adam Jones. Gurtner: Here it comes. Styles: Crucifix onto Adam Jones through the table! Draven calmly walks over and covers. Ref: 1...2...3 Ding! Ding! Ding! Johanna: Here is your winner, Eric Draven! The camera shot is now in the locker room where Payne sits in a chair looking intensely. Cyrus walks into the room. Cyrus: Do you have any last words before you walk into this big match tonight? Payne: It seems there are two guys stealing a few gimmicks from the WWE. If I can do that, too, let me say this: "Here comes the Pain!" The shot fades and now shows Assassin already standing in the ring. Johanna: The following is a triple-threat match. First, in the ring, standing 6'5, Assassin! The lights in the arena fade to black. A loan spotlight illuminates the walkway and "Turning Japanese" by the Vapors begins to roar across the sound system. Johanna: Next, standing 5'8, Lu Yen! Lu Yen steps into the spotlight and begins to casually walk to the ring. As he dives in the ring he leaps on the second turnbuckle and stares down the audience. As Lu stands in the middle of the ring the fans begin to chant USA..USA..USA. Lu extends his middle finger out to the fans very calmly and starts laughing. As he does, so begins the rainfall of debris. Cups of Ice hit the ring and wads of paper. Lu grabs a cup of the ice and catches it in mid air and begins to eat some of the ice as the debris still flies in his general direction. Johanna: And finally, standing 6'3-1/2", the Executioner! The music for Metallica�s Harvester of Sorrow begins to ring throughout the arena. The heavy music continues to pour in, as the crowd begins to grow a little impatient. Finally the lights turn of, just as the words of the song begin to play, and a shadowy figure steps out from behind the curtains, with a purple spot light on him. My Life Suffocates Planting Seeds of Hate The figure starts to head towards the ring. He is carrying what appears to be an axe. I've Loved, Turned to Hate Trapped Far Beyond My Fate I Give You Take As he nears the ring, you can see that it indeed appears to be the Executioner in a cloak. This Life That I Forsake Been Cheated of My Youth You Turned this Lie to Truth He makes it to the ringside steps, stops looks out around the crowd and slowly steps up. Anger Misery You'll Suffer unto Me After climbing the steps he finally enters the ring. Harvester of Sorrow Language of the Mad Suddenly all lights completely go out, even the purple spotlight. Harvester of Sorrow The lights turn back on now, as the song fades. Ding! Ding! Ding! Lu Yen vs Assassin vs The Executioner Executioner goes for a double-clothesline like he did the night before, but Lu Yen and Assassin are there to give him a flapjack. They pick him up and start delivering chops knocking him into the corner. They whip Executioner to the opposite corner. Assassin whips Lu Yen towards Executioner, but the Executioner hits Lu Yen with a clothesline and then delivers a big boot onto Assassin. He grabs Assassin in an iron face claw and picks him up. He kicks him in the stomach and delivers a piledriver. He covers Assassin, but Lu Yen is there to dropkick Executioner in the head. Lu Yen covers Assassin kicks out. Executioner whips Lu Yen into the ropes. Assassin makes it to his feet behind Executioner as the Executioner backdrops Lu Yen, who flips into Assassin and delivers a huracanrana. He hooks the legs. Ref: 1...2... Executioner grabs the head of Lu Yen from behind. He puts him in a dragon sleeper, picks him up and lands an implant reverse ddt. He covers. Ref: 1...2... Assassin is there to pulls Executioner of Lu Yen by the arm and lock in a Crippler Crossface. Executioner quickly makes it to the ropes. Assassin lets go of the hold, and, with Lu Yen back to his feet, he delivers a dropkick. He picks up Lu Yen and whips him into the ropes. He ducks for a backdrop, but Lu Yen flips over attempting a sunset flip. He can't pull Assassin down, and Executioner is there to land a leg drop on the poor Japanese man. Assassin starts raining down the punches onto the Executioner who makes it to his feet. Executioner goes for another face-claw, but Assassin reverses it into an arm drag. He puts Executioner in an arm bar and picks him up by the arm. He delivers a knee to the gut followed by a double-arm DDT. Lu Yen is already on the top. He jumps off for a guillotine leg drop, but Assassin delivers a monstrous clothesline onto Yen. He picks up Lu Yen and puts him on the top rope. He climbs up there as well and has Lu Yen set up for a superplex. Styles: This is his finisher. Superplex into a top-rope DDT. It's called the Sniper's Point. Executioner is back up and reaches up to stop this. He puts his head in between Assassin's legs and pulls him off in powerbomb position. He turns to the side and powerbombs Assassin over the top rope and to the ground. Lu Yen is back on the top. Since Executioner is by the ropes anyway, he shakes them, crotching Lu Yen. Executioner climbs up and delivers the Headsman Guillotine. He then covers. Ref: 1...2...3 Ding! Ding! Ding! Johanna: Here is your winner, the Executioner! The scene opens with Snakke standing in a dark hallway. Cyrus walks up to him. Cyrus: What are your thoughts before your big match tonight? Snakke: Tonight, I strike. The shot changes back to the arena. Johanna: The following is a Thai Pain match. It is a DeathMatch with Last Man Standing Rules, and each competitor will have fists armed with shards of glass. First, from the Jersey Shore, standing 6'1 and weighing 215 pounds, the Extreme Anti-Christ, Sin! "Confusion" (the Blade song) begins to play. The bright lights of the arena dim down and the only illumination left is the red lights of the cameras rolling and fans taking pictures. A hollow red glow begins to eminate through rising smoke at the entrance way. The camera cuts to a framed shot of the entrance curtains which are now an onimous blood red from the glow. The curtains part and a man wearing a strange black and red ronin robe with menacing shoulder pads, and a masking hood steps onto the walkway. Sin holds his hands up as if recieving praise but instead receives boos and yells of hatred. He walks down to the ring with a rather quick pace. Grabbing the bottom rope, Sin pulls himself up onto the apron on one knee. He stands up and steps through the ropes into the ring. Sin climbs up onto the turnbuckles and removes the hood. He climbs down and walks up to the referee. He has his fists taped up. The referee holds a box full of glass shards, and Sin puts his fists in. He pulls them out to show the audience. Johanna: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, standing 6'5 and weighing 256 pounds, the reigning and defending DeathMatch Champion, the Psychopathic Jeff Ross! The arena lights dim then go completly out. Sirens blare out over the P.A. system as then they get cut off as "Hollow Point" by Anybody Killa starts to play. A spotlight shines in the middle of the ring. It makes its way up ramp to the stage where Jeff Ross makes his way out onto the entrance with the DeathMatch Championship belt around his waist. Jeff Ross doesn't run but walks down the ramp with his fists taped. He rolls into the ring and stands up. He mounts the nearby turnbuckle and salutes the fans. From behind, the referee unbuttons the belt for Ross who hands the belt to the referee. The referee hands the belt to Oscar Sanchez and then picks up the box of glass shards. The Psychopathic puts his fists into the box and pulls them out holding them up in the air. The fans cheer as the bell sounds. Ding! Ding! Ding! Sin vs Jeff Ross Sin and Jeff Ross circle eachother in anticipation of what the other one is going to do. It stars off like a basic boxing exhibition with punches being thrown and blocked. Jeff Ross goes for a punch, but Sin catches it and delivers an arm drag. He tries to drop a fist, shades of Jerry Lawler, but Psychopathic moves leaving Sin to miss the shot. Jeff Ross then dropkicks Sin right in the face. He jumps onto Sin and puts him in a headlock. He quickly starts delivering rapid-fire right hand punches to the forehead of Sin, busting him open. He releases his hold and gets up to drop an elbow. He picks up Sin and whips him into the corner. Ross attempts a backdrop, but Sin leapfrogs. Sin hits the ropes and nails a jumping right hand punch to the side of the face of the defending DeathMatch Champion. Now on the offensive, Sin puts Jeff Ross in a headlock and delivers right hand punches of his own, busting open the champ. Sin gets up and starts stomping on his opponent. He picks up Ross and whips him into the corner. All in one motion, Ross puts his right foot on the middle rope, his left foot on the top rope, turns and jumps looking for a clothesline, but Sin ducks and delivers a punch to the gut of Jeff Ross, driving the glass shards into the stomach. Sin climbs out of the ring as the referee administers the count. Ref: 1...2...3.... Styles: What's Sin doing? Ref: 4...5...6... Gurtner: Jeff Ross is up, and I think Sin is looking around our area trying to find something. Sin shrugs and turns towards the ring to be hit with a flipping suicide dive over the top rope by Jeff Ross. Both men are down, and the referee starts another count. Ref: 1...2...3...4... Jeff Ross gets to his feet and grabs a steel chair. He lifts it up and crashes it down on the top of the head of Sin. Ross unfolds the chair and sets it down. He jogs away. Gurtner: What the hell is this Psychopathic thinking? Styles: I don't know, but I think Sin is taking off some of the glass shards from his fist. The DeathMatch Champion takes a running start and leaps off the chair, but Sin throws the shards from his fist into the face of Jeff Ross. In mid-air and unable to see, Jeff Ross crashes down, trips and falls face-first into the steel steps. Sin reaches under the Timkeeper Oscar Sanchez's table to pull out the box of glass shards. He reinserts his first to replace the glass shards he just lost. Sin slides the box into the ring. Styles: Sin is one sadistic man Sin picks up Jeff Ross in the corner where the stairs meet the ring. He starts delivering body shots with his glassed up fists, ripping the flesh of his opponent apart. Ross falls down once Sin is done. The challenger reaches under the ring and pulls out a ladder. He slides it into the ring. He sees that the defending champ has gotten to his feet. Sin runs at him for a clothesline, but Jeff Ross backdrops him onto the steel steps! Crowd: Holy shit....holy shit....holy shit....holy shit.... Gurtner: That's a one-way trip to back surgery. Time to call Dr. Youngblood down in San Antonio Styles: Sin must literally be busted up inside. Even the referee is asking if he wants to give the match up Gurtner: But he's too proud. He's waving him off. Styles: The ref has no choice then but to start counting him out. Ref: 1....2....3...4... Jeff Ross slid a table into the ring. Now that he's in the ring, he sets up the table and the ladder as the referee keeps counting. Ref: 5...6...7...8... Jeff Ross looks down in amazement as Sin is back on his feet by 9. Styles: You have to give it to Sin. Whether you like him or hate him, you have to respect him for getting up after being drive spine-first into the jagged edges of the steel steps. Sin rolls into the ring as Jeff Ross is on top of the ladder. Sin gets to his feet only to be hit with a corkscrew moonsault off the top of the ladder. Both men lay there as the referee starts to count again. Ref: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7... The two competitors make it to their feet at the same time. Sin grabs the ladder and pushes it, letting it fall into Jeff Ross. Jeff Ross shrugs the ladder off, and it lays there flat as Sin nails a beautiful uppercut to the point of the chin of the DeathMatch Champion. Jeff Ross falls back against the ropes. He bounces off, and Sin delivers a back drop to Jeff Ross onto the table. Gurtner: I can't believe it didn't break. Styles: Both men are weak and tired after this match they've been through. Gurtner: Either way, Sin's heading to the top rope. Sin goes for the shooting star press. Styles: Nobody home! Sin crashes through the table as Jeff Ross just rolled off. Gurtner: This has to be it. Ref: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9... Gurtner: Oh, he barely makes it back to his feet Styles: If he wasn't able to reach the ropes, this contest would be over right now Sin pulls himself up with the ropes. Jeff Ross starts landing body shots onto Sin and then whips him across the ring. Ross catches him and puts him in position for a tombstone. Styles: This could be it. Gurtner: Oh, no. He's walking over to the box of glass shards. Styles: Sin reverses! Sin now has Jeff Ross in tombstone position. Gurtner: He's going for the Cruci-Fiction. I know it! Sin struggle to hook the arms of Ross. Ross manages to fight out of it and land on his feet. Sin connects with a big punch to the cheek of Ross. He delivers another and another until Ross falls onto his knees. Sin goes for a right hand shot, but Jeff Ross blocks it and nails a punch in the gut. With Sin bent over, Jeff Ross bites Sin in the forehead as he makes it back to his feet. He kicks Sin in the stomach and hits the End of Everything sending Sin face-first into the box of glass shards! Crowd: Holy shit....holy shit....holy shit....holy shit.... Styles: Oh, my God! Gurtner: That's it, he's dead Ref: 1....2....3....4....5....6....7....8....9....10 Ding! Ding! Ding! Johanna: Here is your winner and still UWF DeathMatch Champion, Psychopathic Jeff Ross! Jeff Ross falls onto his knees. The referee hands him the belt and he holds it up high as the fans cheer for him. He rolls out of the ring as "Hollowpoint" by Anybody Killa plays. Jeff Ross walks up the ramp and backstage while, in the ring, the referee tries to help Sin to his feet. Sin punches the referee in the jaw with his knuckles still covered in glass shards. The referee goes down, and Delerium comes down to the ring. She tries to help Sin stand, but he refuses her help. He calmly walks backstage with her by his side as he continues bleeding profusely from the head. Styles: Oh, God. What a proud son of a bitch that man right there is. Gurtner: He's tough as nails, but he came out on the losing end, but that man is no loser. Johanna: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is tonight's UWF Afterburn Main Event! It is the final match in the Universal Title Contnedership Tournament and is a Glass Scaffold Match. The match will start in the ring and go atop the Scaffold next to the stage. The loser is the man who falls down and through the tables. Due to fan safety, the tables with explosives are in the center of the fire ring. Now, first, standing 6'11 and weighing 325 pounds, Payne! The voice of Sully from Godsmack is heard as the lights dim. I'm not the one who's so far away When I feel the snakebite enter my vein Never did I want to be here again And I don't remember why I came "Voodoo" begins to play, and Payne walks down the ramp. He goes up the steel stairs and steps over the top rope to climb into the ring as his music fades and "Serenity" by Godsmack plays. Johanna: And his opponent, standing 6'3 and weighing 230 pounds, Snakke! Out of the entryway, fog commences to descend from the floor. As the fog continues to pile up, the arena lights slowly dim. Various navy blue spotlights from the floor turn on. By now the fog has completely covered the entryway. From the fog, Snakke is seen making his way through the entryway. Wearing his usual black stealth body suit, Snakke makes his way down the ramp with an occasional limp. As he makes his way toward the ring, Snakke occasionally glances toward the audience. He makes his way to ringside and heads for the stairs. He walks up the stairs, bends through the second and third rope. He makes his way to the center and turns facing the crowd to receive cheers. He turns to Payne and stares him down as the bell sounds. Ding! Ding! Ding! Payne vs Snakke The two men lock up in the center of the ring. Payne backs Snakke into the corner and goes for a big downward hand chop, but Snakke ducks out of the way. When Payne turns, Snakke is there to deliver some right hand punches. He whips Payne into the other corner and goes for a splash, but Payne is there to catch him and deliver a spinebuster. He gets up and drops an elbow. Payne with the advantage picks up Snakke by the hair and gives him a thumb to the only good eye he has. With Snakke doubled over, he puts his head between his thighs. He picks up Snakke for the Payne-Killer and holds him high. He walks over to the ropes. Gurtner: I think it's time to powerbomb him to hell over the top rope. Styles: Snakke with a huracanrana flipping Payne over the top rope sending him to the ground. Snakke stays on the ring apron while Payne lands on the mats. Snakke gets up and walks down the apron. When Payne is getting up, Snakke gets a running start and delivers a shooting star press connecting into Payne's chest. Both men go down. Styles: What athleticism from Snakke. Gurtner: They're down here by the announce table. They'd better keep their distance from me. Styles: I wish I could keep my distance from you. Gurtner: Faggot Snakke grabs Payne by the hair, but Payne delivers a right hand shot to the gut of Snakke. He then delivers an uppercut to the jaw. Snakke is knocked back and reeling. He gets a running start for a clothesline, but Payne gets in a drop toe hold onto the steel steps. Styles: Snakke's head just bounced off those steel steps like a basketball Payne picks up Snakke and rolls him onto the ring apron. He puts Snakke's body in the ring but leaves his head hanging. Payne stands on the ring apron and goes for a leg drop, but Snakke moves; Payne falls ringside. Snakke pulls himself up by the ring ropes and gets onto the ring apron. He tries to kick Payne in the head, but Payne blocks it and grabs Snakke. He pulls him gorilla press slamming him off the apron and through the Spanish announce table. Crowd: Oooooh Gurtner: Oh, hell. Snakke must be broken in half. Payne picks up Snakke by the hair and whips him into the steel post. Snakke's body wraps around it and bounces off. Payne continues the assault by stomping on his opponent a few times. He then picks up Snakke again and presses him high in the air. He drops him chest-first on the top of the barricade. He grabs Snakke by the arm and goes for a short arm clothesline, but Snakke ducks and goes behind Payne. He gets on top of the barricade quickly and locks in a full nelson on his bigger opponent. He puts his left leg over and in front of the right side of Payne's body and pushes off with his right leg. He delivers a Y2J Breakdown (full nelson face drop) onto the ring apron. Crowd: Oooooh Styles: Payne is now bleeding from his head. Gurtner: Now that's what I call Pain! Styles: How original Payne rolls on the ground holding his head. Snakke now picks up Payne by the head and leads him to the entrance ramp. Snakke hooks Payne's head over his shoulder as if for a cutter. He puts his foot on the ring apron and flips over, getting a dudley dog into a reverse ddt (sliced bread no. 2) onto the steel ramp. On his knees, Snakke delivers some right hand shots to the top of Payne's bleeding head. Payne turns over and starts to crawl up the ramp as Snakke goes down the ramp to be level with the audience. He calls to the fans for a chair, and sure enough a die-hard fan hands him one. Payne is now standing as Snakke goes for a running chair shot only to have the chair booted into his face. Payne picks up the chair and throws it onto the stage. He picks up Snakke over his shoulder and walks up the ramp to the stage. Payne runs towards the ladder leading to the scaffold. Styles: Payne trying to use Snakke as a dart, but Snakke slides off the back sending Payne face-first into the ladder. Gurtner: The one-eyed monster picks up the chair and nails poor Payne Styles: What the hell? Payne goes down to his knees from the shot. With his knees bent, Snakke holds the chair up in front of him. Styles: Snakke is going to steal a page out of Rob Van Dam's book. Gurtner: Dropkick to the chair to Payne's skull! Styles: What a move. Snakke grabs the chair and climbs up the first five rungs of the ladder. He holds the chair under his arm and delivers an elbow drop with the chair onto the head of Payne. Styles: Snakke's attack has mainly been on the head of Payne. This could be him wearing down Payne for the Snakke Pit finisher. Gurtner: Look, Snakke's hurt, too. I think he hit his hip hard on that elbow drop. Serves him right! After a few moments, Snakke makes it to his feet while Payne is only on his knees. Snakke turns to have a low blow planted on him from his opponent. Payne then crawls over to the ladder and begins to climb up. He's followed not too far behind by Snakke. Gurtner: My favorite wrestler, Payne, is on the reinforced glass scaffold while....that other guy....is following up after him. Styles: That other guy is Snakke. Gurtner: And I'm Anaconda, but you don't see me advertising. Styles: You are a sick, perverted man Gurtner: So? When Snakke makes it to the top of the extra wide and long scaffold, Payne's their to meet him with some right hand punches. Payne picks up Snakke and wraps his arm around his waist. He picks up him and delivers a sidewalk slam. Styles: Ooh, a high impact move on the glass. Good thing it's been reinforced. Payne gets up and pulls his straps down. He raises his right arm in the air while grabbing Snakke's head with his left. He puts his head in between his legs. Gurtner: Here it comes, baby. Payne-Killer. Snakke pulls a way a bit and grabs one of Payne's arms. He reaches under and delivers a Serpent Slam! Gurtner: Oh, hell! Styles: The glass just cracked underneath Payne. Somebody put a stop to this match! Gurtner: This is getting dangerous, way too dangerous. Snakke grabs Payne by the head, but Payne gets in a thumb to the eye. He gets up and puts Snakke in powerbomb position. He then delivers the Payne-Killer onto the cracked glass! Gurtner: Snakke's halfway through the glass. Styles: Snakke's body with that impact just made a hole in the glass. His buttocks are through the hole, and the only things keeping him up there are his arms and legs. Payne is in shock and also upset that he couldn't put Snakke through the glass. Payne picks up Snakke and puts him in position for another powerbomb. Payne then points to the audience and spits onto the fans below. Styles: There's no way he's going to do this. Gurtner: Payne doesn't care too much about the fans like Snakke does. Now, it's time for Snakke to be driven into his people once and for all. Styles: He can't powerbomb Snakke onto the fans. Gurtner: Can and will, hahaha! Styles: What evil is in this man to do such a thing. Payne picks up Snakke again, but Snakke manages to land on his feet in front of Payne. He delivers a quick kick to the groin. Styles: Now there's a taste of your own medicine. Gurtner: Oh, hell, no! Snakke puts Payne's head in between his thighs. Styles: Payne's 6'11 and 325 pounds. Snakke's only 6'3, 230. This is impossible. Payne starts to backdrop Snakke slowly, but Snakke starts kicking his legs violently forcing Payne to double over again. He wraps his arms around Payne's waist and lets it rip. Styles: Oh, my God! Snakke powerbombs Payne not only onto but through the glass scaffold! Payne falls back-first through five tables, one right on top of another on top of another, till he goes through all five barbed-wire-coverd tables. When he goes through the last one, an explosive goes off underneath him. Crowd: Holy shit....holy shit....holy shit....holy shit....holy shit.... Gurtner: Welcome to the UWF! Ding! Ding! Ding! Johanna: There is your winner of the Universal Title Contendership Tournament, Snakke! Snakke climbs down the ladder obviously exhausted as medical personell and EMT's pull the tables out of the way to make it to Payne. Styles: The wall of fire has been put out and the explosives have been dewired from our technical staff. They were set up electronically by Rave Guerrera in case this happened so that they could be turned off at the touch of a button. Oh, God. Gurtner: They're putting him on a stretcher as we speak, and....look, he's giving a thumbs up. Styles: He's obviously hurt, but he's well enough to tell us everything's okay. There on the stage is Snakke, and as Payne goes by Snakke gives a nod of approval and even a little applaud. Gurtner: That's what we love to see in this industry: appreciation. Styles: Thanks again, fans, for joining us. For Joel Gurtner, I'm Joey Styles. Good night, everybody! |
  
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