CAGE OF RAGE
STABLE WARS THREE
Round 1
Prototype (Nocturnal Supremacy)
vs.
Vismajor (High Court)
Mayes: "Welcome, everyone to the final first round match-up in a Cyberslam-wide event that is fast becoming the place to be for stars of the past, the present and the future! Welcome, everyone to a match which pits the legendary Vismajor - leader of the High Court against young up-and-comer Prototype, representing Nocturnal Supremacy! Welcome, everyone to what will be for the next few weeks a battlefield of which there will be no equal!"
Takes a breath
Mayes: "Welcome, everyone to the CAGE... OF... RAGE! I'm Lord Alfred Mayes, and with me is Festee."
Festee: "You might know us as the commentary duo for most CBF matches, but tonight we're moonlighting for the excellent Alexander Cage, who is barred contractually from direct involvement in any match involving Nocturnal Supremacy, after last month's little... shall we say... debacle"
Mayes: "Harsh words, Festee, but perhaps deserved... let's take a look at what happened at the end of the December Cage of Rage... Cut to the video "
DECEMBER
(Cage:) And I predict Nocturnal Supremacy will take home the victory here tonight! They are simply the better stable, and Raymond represents that!
(Storm:) You're entitled to your opinion Cage, but don't you think you should maintain a certain amount of objectivity in the commentating?
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(Cage:) But I'm the PRESIDENT of the Cage of Rage, Septimus. Give me a little bit of credit. You and everyone else are accusing me of fixing Stablewars so Nocturnal Supremacy wins, but they're just a more talented team. Raymond did it all by himself. Did I actually interfere and help him win?
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(Storm:) Everyone knows your opinion, Cage.
(Cage:) What? That I think Nocturnal Supremacy is the better team?
An array of images from the actual battle between Raymond and Masterzoma now plays, with high impact move after high impact move, interference after interference running across the video wall, and the final scene, Deathwish's run-in allowing Raymond to win the match, and the entire cast of Nocturnal Supremacy - Deathwish, Alucard, Jericho, Vigilante, Tristam, Fleshbasher, Sabrecock and Prototype celebrating with Raymond
The picture freezes for a second as NS form a team pose, and then five of the nine faces there - Vigilante, Jericho, Fleshbasher, Tristam and Raymond's own - are slowly faded out, leaving just four men.
Alucard, Deathwish, Sabrecock and Prototype.
Mayes: "That's right, since the last Stable Wars, Nocturnal Supremacy's roster has slipped from nine to a mere four... Fleshbasher left on relatively good terms, but the big shock was this..."
Footage of the CCW/CWZ simultaneous broadcast is shown, where StreakEnder firstly announced the reformation of the Blood Brothers... then announced that fully half of Nocturnal Supremacy's roster was jumping ship
Vig, Raymond, Jericho and Tristam are shown coming out onto the temporary stage and celebrating with the rest of the mass Blood Brothers cast, and together they say
Blood in... Blood out
Then the tape is shown of StreakEnder and company dropping the biggest bombshell of them all... by announcing the new alliance between the Blood Brothers 2000......
...and the High Court
Festee: "Which brings us to this man."
Footage is shown from the start of December. A small 'courtesy of CCW-TV' appears in the corner of the image as we see the now classic imagery used back then
DECEMBER
Vigilante is shown in the ring, then the footage plays of himself on the videowall
Vigilante: "The HiC is nothing without the Vis"
"...is nothing without the Vis"
"...nothing without the Vis"
"...without the Vis"
"...the Vis"
"the Vis"
"the-e-e Vi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-s-s-s-s"
The lights cut out and Vismajor begins to make his spectacular returning entrance...
At this point the footage borrowed from CCW ends...
Mayes: "So began the return of Vismajor to Cyberslam... which prompted the HC/BB alliance to form, which heralded the piecemeal division of Nocturnal Supremacy, one of the remaining members of which is..."
Festee: "You guessed it. Prototype. It all comes full circle tonight!"
Mayes: "Most of you are familiar with Vismajor. The man is a legend, and has already stamped his legacy onto Cyberslam. He came up with the concept the Bar Room Brawl which Grimm now runs with great success, and -"
Festee: "Are we allowed to mention the BRB here?"
Mayes: "Who cares? We're live! Like I was saying before you interrupted me, Festee, Vismajor also built the High Court. The man is well deserving of his Hall of Fame place here in Cyberslam"
Festee: "But now let's take a quick look at the career of Prototype. Worked his way into the majors through the iAWO, where he first hooked up with the Rebellion, a stable now expired. Led the faction in both the iAWO and when he gained promotion led the CBF faction along with such slammers as Buffy, FlipStar, and Alex Asylum. They never really made a collective impact, although Proto held a number of titles, as did the others. People may remember Proto entering this event before under the Rebellion's banner, where he crashed out spectacularly in the first round at the hands of Luciffer."
Mayes: "Things changed a little when Prototype and the rest of the Rebellion threw their lot in with the Circle. Perhaps the biggest implosion a stable ever went through, the Circle shattered exactly one month after it was formed."
Festee: "Nevertheless, in that month, they DID dominate the CBF, and made a big impact on some other federations."
Mayes; "But Prototype sounded their death knell at the November CSlam Ultimate finals, where, after convincing his stablemates to job him there, he revealed himself as being a member of Nocturnal Supremacy. That was the desertion which ended the Circle for good."
"Since then Proto has taken his heel role a little too seriously for the CBF's liking. However here's where it gets interesting. Despite treating his fellow wrestlers in the CBF, the fans, the reporters and yes, even the commentary team -"
At this Festee winces
"- like dirt, Prototype DOES have a hardcore group of fans. He calls them the Stockholm Syndrome, and has used them recently to great effect, securing Proto the CBF King of the Ring title."
Footage is shown of the Stockholm Syndrome interfering as Lord is about to defeat Prototype in the KOTR finals
Festee: "The SS... I hate those SOBs."
Mayes: "No-one really understands WHY they follow Prototype so loyally... he has never done a thing for them, yet they seem to ENJOY his maltreatment. They seem to be brainwashed."
Festee: "And to further emphasise the point, a SLAMMER recently joined the SS... Proto's old tag partner, Alex Asylum! And he's still a member of the N.A.D., a CBF stable with a lot of fans! I have no idea where this could end."
Mayes: "We're getting pressed for time here we're about to cut backstage to interview the competitors. The SS do not SEEM to be in attendance here tonight, but they do tend to come from within the crowd... as members of the public, and not slammers, they are perfectly entitled to buy a ticket."
Festee: "I just hope we don't see them tonight."
Mayes: "I'm hearing on my earpiece that we can go to the back now, where our fellow moonlighter Robert Yell is there with Prototype. Yell."
The camera cuts to show Prototype's face, through the circle shape Proto is making with his hands.
Yell: "Thank you, Lord Alfred. Can I just say it's nice to be working with you for the first time ever?"
Proto: "Get on with it, buddy. Mayes and Festee are assholes."
Yell: "They seem perfectly decent to me, why do you-"
Proto: "Feeling left out, huh? OK, you're an asshole too, now get on with the damn job. C'mon. Interview me, if you have to."
Yell: "OK... Prototype, you're up against one of the biggest and best legends in CSlam today. What chance do you think you'll have?"
Proto (sarcastically): "Why, I think I'll have every chance, Robert."
Yell either doesn't notice - or pretends not to notice - the sarcasm.
Yell: "What makes you say that?"
Proto: "Well, for a start, I'm a member of Nocturnal Supremacy. This makes me superior by default to every other waste of skin that tries to compete in a ring with me. Now, Vismajor may be a Hall of Famer, and a veteran and all, but he's not as good as he used to be. All the experience in the world won't help him recover from me pounding his face out the back of his head."
Yell: "Strong words. You think you can back them up in the ring?"
Proto: "I KNOW I can. This match is a chance for me to show that older doesn't necessarily mean better. Vismajor will fall. I guarantee it."
Yell: "How far are you prepared to go to get the win?"
Proto; "Have you done your research? I will take the win however I can get it, always have. By any means necessary."
Yell: "Are you saying the SS will involve themselves?"
Proto: "I'm not saying anything, except by the end of this night, I'll be in the next round of the Cage of Rage, and Vis will be in traction. Look. The COR was won last time by Nocturnal Supremacy. Then half of the stable decided to become retarded, and joined the Blood Brothers. Then the Blood Brothers hook up with the HiC, I get Vis in the first round of THIS Cage Of Rage, and so it comes full circle. A PERFECT circle, if you will. I'm out of here."
Prototype leaves... Yell turns to the camera.
Yell: "I'm Robert Yell. Back to the ring. Guys."
Festee: "-so I said to him 'sorry buddy, but YOU married her!'"
Mayes: "Ahem."
Festee: "Whoops."
Mayes: "Welcome back, and thank you very much, Robert Yell, don't worry Yell fans, you'll be hearing from the guy in just a few moments, as soon as he gets to the other side of the building."
Festee: "That Prototype really is a butthole, ain't he?"
Mayes: "He certainly didn't get a Christmas card from me."
Festee: "Or me. I hope Vis kills him."
Mayes: "I'm strictly neutral in this, but you are warmly entitled to your opinion, Festee. Ah, Robert Yell is now with Vismajor, and a certain someone else...."
The scene changes to show an almost vertical shot, straight up at the chin and scowling face of the gigantic Res Judicata, Vismajor's ever silent bodyguard...
He glares down at the cameraman for a few seconds, before the camera pans shakily away and onto Robert Yell, standing next to Vismajor.
Yell: "I'm here now with Vismajor, High Court leader and a man who is JUST as confident as Prototype was. Vis."
Vismajor takes a puff of his trademark cigar.
Vismajor: "Well, Yell - this is gonna be what you'd call a slobberknocker. See, I'm a smart man, and I ALWAYS do my homework. Every single member of the High Court is in attendance in this arena. As are a LOT of the Blood Brothers. I know what this kid Prototype is willing to pull to get the win, and believe me, it's not going to happen. Especially not with this man-"
He indicates Res Judicata
"-watching my back. I aim to keep this match to a fair, one on one contest. If it remains that way, I will win, and add just a little more glory to the High Court story."
Yell: "Catchy. So you feel mano a mano you can take Prototype?"
Vis: "He may have made a few Ultimate finals, but so have I. I've got more experience, more size, more speed, more intelligence and more skill. How can I lose?"
Yell: "How indeed. But what if-"
Robert Yell is interrupted as Genocide and Akeem enter the locker-room.
Geno: "Hey, what's going on? An interview without me? That's not right."
Akeem: "Let ME tell you something, Yell, you little dummy. My man here Vis will cripple this cretin. Piece of cake."
Yell: "Genocide, do you have anything to add?"
Geno: "If any of the NS goons try interfering in this one, I'll come out there and beat them to death with my schlong."
Yell: "THERE's a mental image."
Geno: "Don't you be making mental images of my third leg. You fruity or something?"
Yell: "Uh... I ... I... back to the ring!"
Vis: "Woah, woah, not so fast. Prototype, get prepared to lose, because Court is now in session, son. ESPECIALLY for a Nocturnal Supremacy member."
Vismajor throws the mic to Yell and leaves, trench-coat flapping behind him. The seven foot tall Res Judicata follows him out, as silently as ever.
Yell: "Lord Alfred, Festee, back to you."
Mayes: "Thank you again, Robert Yell. Folks, we're almost ready to roll here. You've seen the build-up, you've heard from the competitors, now let's hear from the fans."
Festee: "That's right. Earlier today I wrapped up warm, and went outside with a cameraman to get a few of the fan's views on what will happen in this match-up. Roll VT!"
The tape runs, showing Festee with a large group of fans on the main concourse outside the arena.
Festee: "I'M HAVING TO SHOUT BECAUSE OF THE NOISE THESE FAN'S ARE MAKING! Could you... COULD YOU GUYS CALM IT DOWN A LITTLE, HUH?"
The noise level from the excited fans lowers VERY slightly
Festee: "THANK you. OK, let's see here... you sir! Who do you think will win tonight's match between Vismajor and Prototype?"
Fan #1: "See this shirt? What's it say on it?"
Festee and the camera look down at the shirt the fat kid is wearing
Festee: "Oh yeah... it says 'Court Is In Session'. I'm gonna guess you're a Vismajor fan, am I right?"
Fan #1: "Who isn't? The guys a legend!"
Festee: "Thank you. Now... let me see... excuse me, Ma'am? Are you excited about tonight's match-up?"
Female fan: "Who isn't? Vis is so big and tough... sigh... I'd leave my husband if he just looked at me"
Festee: "Whew. And you, sir, where do your loyalties lie?"
Fan #3: "Well, Festee, I've always been a HUGE Blood Brothers fan... I remember when Alucard used to be IN that stable, although he sucks nowadays. So I'll have to back Vismajor here. HiC all the way!"
Festee: "Time for one more, I think...sir, are you another High Court supporter?"
The fan, dressed all in black, takes a few seconds to respond
Fan #4: "I... I... think Proto will win."
Just about every other fan in the large crowd stops their chanting and chatting, and stares dumbfounded at the blank looking man dressed completely in black
Festee: "And why do you say that, sir?"
Fan #4: "I say it because I know it. Prototype will win."
The fan melts away into the crowd.
Festee: "Okay. Anyway, I'm Festee, and back to the GREAT live action!"
Festee: "Man, that last guy was a weird one... I don't get some kids these days. Anyway, Lord Alfred, it's almost time for the match, isn't it?"
Mayes: "Why, yes it is, Festee. In fact, I'm hearing over my earpiece that the slammers are prepared to make their entrances."
The crowd grow excited as the lights dim through the arena... chants of 'High Court! High Court!' echo through the building, but falter a little when Septimus Storm heads out, microphone in hand. The Cage of Rage staff member rolls into the ring, and addresses the fans.
Storm: "Hello, fans, and welcome to the Cage of Rage!"
Some cheering
Storm: "You're welcome. Now, this match will begin shortly, but first off let me remind you all that Alexander Cage is NOT here tonight, and is forbidden by order of the Slammer himself to be present whenever a Nocturnal Supremacy member is competing in the Cage of Rage."
The fans cheer louder after hearing this piece of news.
Storm: "And with this being a Cage of Rage match, there has to of course be a cage. I'm sure you've noticed it up there in the rafters. Well, it hasn't been placed around the ring yet for a reason. See, we're not stupid, and we know that both men have stables that are not.... ADVERSE to a little interference. This cage has no door, and it has a roof. Once the two competitors are in the ring, the cage will be lowered, and locked to the ground, leaving these two men inside a CUBE of steel. No referee in there with them, no interference, no foreign objects. If a man is pinned, the referee on the outside will count! That's the only way to win!"
Mayes: "When was this decided? I didn't know about this?"
Festee: "Me neither! I think maybe Storm wanted to keep this quiet so neither NS OR the HiC could make any plans!"
Storm: "So with no further ado, let me introduce your guest ring announce, Jimmy Buffer!"
Jimmy Buffer comes down to the ring to muted applause. Cries of 'Hurry up!' and 'We want the fight' are heard.
Buffer: "Thank you Septimus Storm. Now... Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the third Cage of Rage! Are....you... READY?"
Cheers from the audience
Buffer: "I said... are you RRRRRRRRREEEEEEEAAAADYYYYYYY?" Louder cheers
Buffer: "Then, for the nine thousand in attendance here, and the MILLIONS watching at home, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, LLLLLLLLLLLLET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLLLLLLE!"
Every single light in the arena goes out. Lighters attempt to permeate the darkness, but are soon overwhelmed by the crimson light slowly starting to glow throughout the arena
The crowd erupt in a torrent of boos as 'One Man Army' by the Prodigy plays, and Prototype's video plays on the video wall.
As the words 'Join the sheep and greet the machine' appear, flickering, on the Cagetron, Prototype steps out confidently from the curtain, and the booing raises in intensity.
Buffer: "Ladies and gentleman, welcome to this first round match in the Cage of Rage! Entering first, he is accompanied by his manager, the lovely Birdy. Originally from the United Kingdom, but now residing in Silicon Valley, California, weighing in at 288 pounds and standing 5 feet 9 inches tall, he represents Nocturnal Supremacy, and currently competes in the CBF! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...
Prototype!
Proto rolls into the ring. Nonchalantly, he bounces of the ring ropes, testing them out, then pulls a hero pose astride one of the turnbuckles, causing the fans to voice their disapproval even more loudly. He snatches the mic from Jimmy Buffer's hand.
Proto: "Right, now before my 'esteemed opponent' makes his meandering way out here, listen up. I pledge to all you wastes of sperm and egg out there in the crowd - and that means ALL of you - that I WILL defeat your hero tonight. Now, come on, gramps, get out here."
As Prototype finishes his boastful words, throwing the mic back to Jimmy Buffer, the lights go out once again. The blackness remains for a few seconds before the sound of a hammer striking a gavel is heard...
Once
Twice
Three times
A voice booms through the arena... 'Court is now in session!'
Fireworks explode throughout the arena, deafening the fans, who respond with a roar just as potent. Then there he is, the man they paid to see. Still chewing away at the cigar, Vismajor steps out into a burst of flashlights as the High Court music plays, closely followed by Res Judicata.
Buffer: "And now, ladies and gentlemen, his opponent. Standing 6 feet 4 inches tall, and weighing in at a fighting-fit 315 pounds, this man needs no introduction! He is the builder of the High court! He is a Cyberslam Hall of Fame member! He is accompanied tonight, as always, by the seven foot monster, Res Judicata, and he is...
Vismajor!
Da Vis slowly walks down to ringside, savoring the moment, and the adoration being given to him by the fans tonight. Climbing the steps and into the ring, he takes Buffer's microphone himself.
Vis: "Words are cheap, kid. Let's start this thing odd right."
Mayes: "Vismajor is offering Proto his hand to shake!"
Festee: "Damn, maybe being old DOES make you dumber... Proto's bound to jump him right from the get-go!"
Proto has the same idea, and grins, but before he can get the early lead on Vis, Vismajor himself hits Proto with a stinging slap.
Vis: "What? You think cause I'm older I'm stupid? Come on, kid, let's see what you got! Bring it on!"
Mayes: "This match has started, and we haven't even lowered the cage yet! Ring the bell!"
The bell rings, and Vismajor and Prototype lock up, as the cage FINALLY begins to move down from the rafters, to enclose the ring
Festee: "Vismajor definitely has the strength advantage! Look at the way he's forcing Prototype back into the ropes!"
Mayes: "Indeed... great display of strength here from Vis, as he shoves Prototype backwards, and makes a 'come on!' gesture towards Proto!"
Festee: "The cage is still lowering here - but it's REAL slow, at this rate the match could be over before its tethered to the ground!"
Mayes: "Anyway, Vismajor with a hammerlock on Prototype... reversed neatly by Proto... and Vis catches the less experienced CBFer with an elbow."
Festee: "Right in the chops!"
Mayes: "Proto is staggered... and Vismajor is right on top of him, with a neat arm drag, and then an elbow drop!"
Festee: "GREAT timing by da Vis!"
Mayes: "He picks Prototype up... into the ropes, goes for the clothesline!"
Festee: "No! Proto ducked it!"
Mayes: "Proto comes back off the ropes again... and clips Vismajor's left knee! Vis goes down!"
Festee: "Those were desperation tactics from Prototype, and we're only thirty seconds into the match!"
Mayes: "Proto is too slow to follow up, and Vis is back on his feet, but he's definitely favoring his left leg already. That could be telling."
Festee: "This cage is taking FOREVER to lower!"
Mayes: "Vismajor is still trying to keep this match technical... goes for the arm-bar on Prototype, but that attempt is shaken loose by the wary Proto"
The crowd boo as Proto flips Vismajor off
Festee: "Dumb move!"
Mayes: "If he wants to anger Vismajor, he is certainly going about it the right way. The cagey vet is NOT blindly rushing in, however... he's taking a step back and checking out his surroundings - he seems a little perturbed at the length of time it's taking this cage to drop."
Festee: "Is it Y2K compliant?"
Mayes: "Let's hope so... Proto and Vis tie up... oh! Rake to the eyes by Prototype!"
Festee: "No good piece of... always taking shortcuts... if I was still slamming I'd-"
Mayes: (hurriedly) "Yes, yes, anyway, Prototype follows up with a boot to the stomach, and a textbook side suplex! Vismajor thudded into the canvas there!"
Festee: "Ah, damnit! Come on Vis! Get up!"
Mayes: "Hey, what happened to your neutrality?"
Festee: "I'm the color man here. I can cheer for whoever I damn well like! KILL HIM, VIS!"
Mayes: "*sigh*... Prototype still has the advantage here, as he stamps Vismajor's left knee."
Festee: "He's really working on Vis's left wheel! Without that mobility Vis has, Proto can gain a serious advantage here!"
Mayes: "Vis tries to get up as Proto backs off for a second... and his leg gives out from under him!"
Festee: "Looks like that leg clip Proto pulled off earlier did more damage then we thought!"
Mayes: "Proto is scenting an early victory here! He's making a throat-slitting motion to the crowd, and they are howling their hatred straight back at him!"
Festee: "No! Not this soon!"
Mayes: "Another stomp on Vismajor's left knee... and now a BIG leg drop to the same place!"
Festee: "It's like a damn dissection out there!"
Mayes: Prototype stands over the struggling High Court man.... He goes to pick him up...."
Some of the younger fans are shrieking as Proto prepares to finish off Vismajor
Festee: "But NO!"
The crowd roars as Vismajor hooks Proto's legs, sending him crashing to the mat!
Festee: "Possum! Vis was playing possum! His leg's fine, look at that!"
Mayes: "He still his Prototype's legs, and he's getting to his feet, looks like Vismajor is going for the catapult out of the ring... yes, he is!"
CRASH!
Festee: "My GOD! All this time the cage has been slowly lowering, and Prototype's forehead hit the bottom of the cage full on! That could have broken his neck!"
Mayes: "Vismajor showing why he IS such a colossal talent here in Cyberslam... he knew exactly where Prototype was going then, and now it's Vis who has a huge advantage! Proto is out of the ring, and is VERY groggy!"
Festee: "I don't THINK Proto is cut, though... surprising, I've seen cuts from a lot worse than this!"
Mayes: "Well, he's a resilient man, Festee, you should know that from the CBF. In any case, Prototype is outside the ring, and the cage is still lowering... it's level with the top rope now, and is still swaying from the impact Proto's head just made upon it!"
Festee: "Vis'll have to move fast if he wants to get his man back in!"
Mayes: "Vismajor is stopping for a breather... and Res Judicata has gone around the ring, and is throwing Proto back in!"
Festee: "The ref is telling Res not to interfere, but what good does that do? This is a cage match, you can't disqualify a competitor!"
Mayes: "Well, Prototype is back in, and the cage is down, finally. COR staff are chaining and padlocking it to posts embedded in the concrete. The two men are sealed in there."
Festee: "Only took, what? Five minutes? Damn, the last time we watched a cage match in the CBF it was FAR more organised than th-"
Mayes: "Shut up! You'll cost us this contract! Back t o the action here, and it's Vismajor pressing the advantage now. Proto is still stunned from his tumble before, and the wily veteran is taking him apart, piece by piece. Backbreaker now as Proto hits the canvas once more."
Festee: "Proto is taking a beating! The NS man could be down and out real soon!"
Mayes: "Vismajor slams Proto down to the canvas, and he's pointing to the roof of the cage!"
Festee: "What's he going to do? They're sealed in there now!"
Mayes: Vis is climbing up... he's at the junction between wall and roof... and he's swinging across the roof like a kid on monkey bars!"
Festee: "This is surreal."
Mayes: "Yes, it is, but he's directly above Prototype... fifteen feet above him in fact, and he drops and spins in the air... diving head-butt!"
The crowd roar their appreciation of the high risk - and extremely impressive - move pulled off by Vismajor
Festee: "What a stunt to pull! His head SLAMMED into Proto's chest, he may have hurt himself with that manoeuvre!"
Mayes: "But he's up - a little shaky, but he is up on his feet, and he's giving the signal!"
Festee: "Summary Judgement time! The fans are going INSANE here! I can't hear myself think!"
Mayes: "He's got Prototype hooked for his LETHAL variation on a DDT, known a the Summary Judgement... but no! He's distracted! What the hell is going on outside the ring?"
Festee: "Some of the fans are trying to get over the barricade! We've seen this before!"
Mayes: "Looks like Prototype's fans ARE here tonight."
Festee: "Fans? More like a private army. Damn them!"
Mayes: "Res Judicata is now over there, and his sheer presence is intimidating the Stockholm Syndrome... Vis is watching what's going on out there when he REALLY should be focusing on finishing off Prototype!"
Festee: "Get rid of them, Res!"
Mayes: "It seems to be working... COR security are on the scene as well, looks like the SS will NOT decide the outcome of this battle. And it really HAS become a battle now. It's a war of attrition, as Vis goes back to Proto, picking him up and throwing him into the corner... and following in with a clothesline! Proto goes down, an-"
Festee: "HOLY CRAP! Did you SEE that! Res Judicata is down!"
Mayes: "What happened? I was watching the ring!"
Festee: "Alex Asylum came out of the crowd the other side of the ring, and waffled the big man with a tyre iron!"
Mayes: "Sounds familiar... and from this vantage point we can see Res Judicata is clearly out for the count here! Prototype's occasional tag partner and SS member is walking out of here.... And here comes some of the High Court!"
To massive pops from the crowd, Maskedjobber and Genocide come down the ramp, closely followed by the tag team of Vile Venom and LaCronka
Festee: "Here they are! MJ, Geno, and the Cronk and Roll Express!"
Mayes: "The four of them have blitzed Asylum. He isn't going anywhere for a long time... the HC men have pummelled him into the dirt here! They're giving Vismajor the High Court sign as a barrage of security and refs try to escort them out of here, but the damage has been done! Vismajor with a knee to Prototype's face, and another!"
Festee: "But Res Judicata and Alex Asylum are both lying flat out here, it looks like a drive-by just took place!"
Mayes: "Well, the SS have been made to leave the arena as well, so barring Nocturnal Supremacy themselves showing up, this is one on one."
Festee: "And if they do, the HiC are still in attendance, and they have a huge numerical advantage."
Mayes: "Correct again... Vismajor now trying to get some air back into his big frame and wear Prototype down at the same time... he's cinched in a chin lock ... very little resistance being put up by Proto."
Festee: "I think Vis could end it now! Proto looks a beaten man, Vismajor has really shown his smarts, and high impact move after high impact move has taken all the fight out of 'Type!"
Mayes: "But Proto is fighting back! The crowd is booing, but Prototype is struggling to his feet with elbow after elbow into Vis's midriff... he's free! Off the ropes... ducks under Vis's haymaker, and tackles Vis to the ground! Punch after punch, and now Vis rolls Proto over, and delivers some lefts and rights of his own!"
Festee: "Wrestling has gone right out of the window here1 This is a brawl!"
Mayes: "But Vis is in far better shape right now, and he blocks Proto's punch, and delivers one of his own! Into the turnbuckle... BAM! Proto moved out of the way of Vis's follow up splash!"
Festee: "No! Come on, Vis!"
Mayes: "Hooks Vis up... and drops him with a side Russian leg sweep!"
Festee: "High Court! Get back out here now!"
Mayes: "Will you... sigh... anyway, Proto know with a leg drop, and now he picks Vismajor up... jaw jacker! Vis down again! Now Proto is climbing the wall of the cage... he's half way up there...."
Festee: "Moonsault!"
Mayes: "SPECTACULAR move there by Prototype off the top of the cage! He's going for the cover, and motioning to the ref outside to start counting!"
Festee: "Kick-out at two! That's the first pin attempt in the match so far!"
Mayes: "Proto is over at the side of the cage, shouting angrily at the referee...."
Proto: "Goddamn, that was THREE! You f***ing RETARD!"
Ref: "That was TWO! One... two!"
Proto fails to notice Vis sneaking up....
Mayes: "Small package from Vismajor! But now Proto escapes barely in time!"
Festee: "Both men are getting tired now... this is when mistakes can happen."
Mayes: "Suplex attempt by Prototype - but Vismajor has the legged lock! Goes for the reversal... and that's blocked straight back by Proto! Impasse here... but Vismajor solves it with another small package...rolls him up... one, tw-"
Festee: "Kicked out again!"
Mayes: "Wow! Solid punch to Prototype's jaw... he's reeling back... Vismajor with a boot to the stomach...."
Festee: "Powerbomb!"
Mayes: "No... piledriver! But Vismajor is holding Prototype in position... and he's... well, I don't know how to describe it."
Festee: "Waddling!"
Mayes: "Thank you, Festee! Vismajor is waddling with Prototype still being held in the piledriver position... incredible feat of strength by Vis.... He's going to the turnbuckle... up to the second... and NOW he drops down with a piledriver from HEIGHT! What an impact!"
Festee: "That move was incredible! End it now, Vis!"
Mayes: "That could well be enough... but Vis is trying for the SECOND time this match to execute the Summary Judgement! The crowd are roaring here -"
Vis! Vis! Vis!
Mayes: "- as Vismajor hooks Prototype... and DRIVES his head down into the canvas!"
Festee: "It's over!"
Mayes: "The referee is reaching inside to deliver the count... one... and no! The ref is grabbed by Alex Asylum! The action INSIDE the cage has been so intense, I forgot about the men OUTSIDE it!"
Festee: "Here comes Res Judicata! Chokeslam for Asylum!"
Mayes: "Hellish impact there on the thinly padded concrete! And the referee goes back to Vismajor, who is still holding Prototype in a cradle... and starts the count again..."
Festee: "One... two... thr- Proto got a shoulder up! He got a shoulder up! The man kicked out of the Summary Judgement!"
Mayes: "After a little assist from Alex Asylum, giving him a few extra seconds to recover, I might add... but with that problem out of the way, Vis is going for it again!"
Festee: "Third time's a charm!"
Mayes: "But Proto lifts him and jams his neck across the top rope! Desperation move by the badly beaten Prototype!"
Festee: "Hung him out to dry there!"
Mayes: "Both men down... and the ref starts counting?!"
Festee: "We can't have a draw here! What's that moron doing? Quit counting, you ninny!"
Mayes: "Up to five here... six... neither man making a move here... seven..."
Festee: "Look, one of you, get up! Up!"
Mayes: "eight... Proto showing signs of life... and now so is Vis.... Nine... and Vis is up!"
Festee: "Pinch from Vis... Proto staggers back... and now HE throws a punch!"
Mayes: "Connects... Vis is wobbling... another punch from Proto and Vismajor goes down!"
Festee: "He's put so much energy into beating Prototype he may have beaten himself!"
Mayes: "Proto picks him up again... sidewalk slam! And now Proto is going to the turnbuckle... Big frog splash! Prototype with the cover!"
Festee: "No!"
Mayes: "Vis just wriggles out at two! Very close!"
Festee: "Ha! Looks like it'll take more than that to defeat Da Vis!"
Mayes: "But now Prototype is signalling for the end of the match! He's going for his trademark move, the Breath Taker!"
Festee: "He can't win it! Not after Vis has been screwed three times!"
Mayes: "You're right - he can't!"
Festee: "Here comes the cavalry!"
The crowd are shocked as the entire High Court slowly walk out and surround the cage... followed by a few 'select' Blood Brothers - namely Prototype's old stablemates... Vigilante, Jericho, Tristam and the last Cage of Rage: Stable Wars champion, Raymond!
Mayes: "The slammers are trying to get this doorless and roofless cage off its moorings! The High Court don't want their leader to lose... and those four Blood Brothers do NOT want Proto to win! And Prototype looks terrified in there! He's surrounded! And I don't see the other NS members out here trying to save him..."
Festee: "If it was gonna be 11 on 3, would you come out? I wouldn't!"
Mayes: "But they can't get the cage up! Those chains are solid! Storm did a perfect job!"
Festee (under his breath): "For once"
Mayes: "And Prototype picks Vis up at the waist... and drops him, throat first, into the turnbuckle!"
Festee: "Breath Taker!"
Mayes: "The HiC are charging round the ring, but the ref is counting! One... two... three! Prototype has won! The crowd are rabid with anger here, as are Vismajor's stablemates!"
Festee: "They've grabbed a hold of the referee, that guy is going to find out traction speaks louder than words here!"
Mayes: "Sigh... you've been saving that, haven't you?"
Festee: "Well, it'd be lost on the CBF fans..."
Mayes: "In any case, Proto is still celebrating inside the Cage, but the High Court are waiting outside the cage for him! And the four Blood Brothers are just walking away! Vig seems to be saying something to Raymond... can't make out what it is..."
Festee: "Looks like 'next time' to me, Lord Alfred"
Mayes: "Well folks, this has been a great match here in the first round of the Cage of Rage's Stable Wars Three... and the surprise winner over the High Court's Vismajor is Nocturnal Supremacy member, Prototype!"
Festee: "I'm still stunned. Here comes the security to get the HC out of here so the cage can be raised without Proto becoming a stain on the canvas..."
Mayes: "Let's replay some highlights of the match... hopefully when we get back Robert Yell will be able to get some words from Prototype!"
A hastily put together highlights package plays over Proto's theme music....
Festee: "We're back!"
Mayes: "And while you were watching those highlights, ladies and gentlemen, we were able to catch up with the victor here, Prototype. Robert?"
The camera cuts to Robert Yell with an exhausted Prototype being supported by Alex Asylum and Birdy
Yell: "Thanks guys. I'm here with the winner, Prototype. Proto, how do you feel?"
Proto: "I gotta tell you, Yell, I'm dead here. Exhausted."
Yell: "But happy?"
Proto: "I just beat Vismajor. How do you think I feel? Of course I'm happy!"
Yell: "Although it DID take some involvement by both the Stockholm Syndrome AND Alex Asylum to clinch it..."
Proto: "Who cares? That big freak Res Judicata interfered first!"
Yell: "No, he only came over when Asyl-"
Alex Asylum: "They cheated first. All I did was react."
Yell: "But"
Asylum: "Shut up."
Yell: "Fine, OK, you never cheated first. Proto, you'll be facing either Lord or Chevalier in the next round. Who do you think will win in that one?"
Proto: "Chevalier has a knack of getting the officials on his side... he'll beat Lord like a Muslim wife. But the next round is as far as he'll get."
Yell: "OK. This is Robert Yell with a very happy Prototype."
Yell is shoved aside, and falls into the wall, as Proto and his entourage leave.
The camera shows Lord Alfred and Festee, with fans in High Court shirts showing their disgust at the result
Mayes: "OK, folks, this has been a great match, and that's all we have time for tonight. For Festee, I'm Lord Alfred Hayes. Have a great night, and we'll see you soon!"
Festee: "Ciao!"
The picture fades.... and an image shows on the screen...
CAGE OF RAGE
STABLE WARS THREE
Round 2
Prototype (Nocturnal Supremacy)
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