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!'

*********************

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."

*********************

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!"

***********************

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 doesn'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!"

Mayes: "That's right, Stable Wars Round 2, Chevalier and Prototype! Coming up on the Cage of Rage! We'll be right back with more prematch action after a quick commercial break!"

The commercial ends, and the Cage of Rage logo appears on the screen, and Mayes and Festee appear on the screen. Both are sporting CBF 4 Life T-shirts.

Mayes: "Now on to Prototype. As everyone who stayed with us through the entire four scintillating first round COR matches will know, at the time of the broadcast Prototype was a CBF combatant."

Festee: "But things have sure changed since then, Lord Alfred."

Mayes: "Yes, yes they have, Festee. In fact, defeating Vismajor was the last action Prototype performed under contact to the CBF. Immediately following this, the ex-Nocturnal Supremacy member's contact was bought out by the CWF."

Festee: "One of many great talents the CWF snapped up to begin the year 2000... Vigilante, Tazz, StreakEnder, SteroidHead, Wildcat, Robbierob, Shingtax, Evolver.... the list of new faces in the CWF is certainly impressive."

Mayes: "But you may have noticed I said EX-Nocturnal Supremacy� That�s right, since our last show, some very big things have happened. Nocturnal Supremacy has disbanded, with the members going their own separate ways.. Prototype is no exception. With no stable, one could even question the legality of him being here, Festee."

Festee: "Legality? When has that ever been a problem before? At least there won�t be any stable interference in this match. Proto doesn�t HAVE a stable any more, and you can be sure the Knights will not interfere at all. Big face stable, the Knights."

Mayes: "And it's that very face status that makes this match so enthralling. The veteran leader of the biggest face collective in Cyberslam, against a young up-and-comer, and one of the most hated slammers today! Face against heel! Good against evil! Chevalier against Prototype!"

Festee: "I can hardly wait!"

Mayes: "Hold that thought, Festee! I'm hearing on my headset that something is going on backstage! Can we get a - we can? OK, folks, over to our man backstage, Robert Yell. Robert!"

We see Robert Yell, breathless and panicked looking.

Yell: "You're joining me here in absolute confusion, fans! I don't know the full details, but APPARENTLY - I don't know for sure - Chevalier was jumped on his way to the Knight's lockerroom! Chevy's tag team partner Destroyer was quick at hand, but I don't know what happened! We're here outside the Knight's locker-room now. Let's see if we can get the word."

Yell knocks on the door

Yell: "Hello? Guys?"

An angry looking Rembrandt opens the door.

Rembrandt: "What? What is it? What? Oh, it's you, Yell. What do you want?"

Yell: "Is Chevalier OK, Remy?"

Rembrandt: "He was clobbered in the back with a ball bat. I think it's safe to say he won't be at one hundred percent. Moron."

Yell: "Can I speak to him? Please?"

Rembrandt: "No, not until after he's beaten that dirty cheat, Prototype. Now, get out of here."

Rembrandt is overridden by a voice from inside the locker-room

Chevalier: "It's OK, Remy. Let him in."

Scowling, Rembrandt allows Yell and the cameraman into the locker-room, where Chevalier is having his torso bandaged by an EMT. The other Knights present, Justin Tyme and Destroyer, watch on.

Yell: "Thanks, Chevy."

Chevalier: "Ask your questions, mon ami."

Yell: "How do you think you�ll fair tonight against Prototype?"

Chevalier: "Well, M�sieur Yell, I believe truth, justice, virtue and honor shall prevail once again. The Knights are on a mission to prove that the power of good is always capable of defeating the most heinous of foes. Prototype shall fall to the Mailed fist of the Just, as Lord did, as the unworthy of the CBF do."

Yell: "Until very recently, Proto was IN the CBF with you, Chevy. Do you think the experiences you have had with him in the past will be an asset?"

Chevalier: "Well, I think if you check the CBF records for the past few months, I think you�ll find that I have had Proto�s number every time we�ve met. Tonight will not be any different Prototype can try all the underhanded tricks he likes, but I, Chevalier will represent the Knights to victory once more."

Yell: "What DID happen earlier?"

Chevalier: "I was assaulted, from behind, with a bat, by the scum that I face tonight. A typical ploy by the impure and dishonest. However, my body may be bruised or damaged, but my spirit is indomitable. I shall overcome all obstacles. Now, Monsieur Yell, I shall bid you� adieu."

Yell leaves, and we go back to ringside.

Mayes: "Robert Yell there, with Chevalier. Interesting comments from Chevy, Festee."

Festee: "Yeah, I couldn�t help but noticing how confident the Frenchman is. He�s really pumped for tonight�s match."

Mayes: "He certainly is. One of the finest high-octane performers in this great sport today there, Chevalier. Now, while we kill time for Robert Yell to get across to the other locker-room, Festee, what did you think of the last match, Catwoman and Al Bradd?"

Festee: "One hell of a battle, Lord Alfred. I knew both sides would pull some dirty tricks, and I was right, but I never would have thought it�d end the way it did. I guess the best slammer won on the night."

Mayes: "Thanks, Festee. Robert Yell has made it to Prototype�s locker-room. Robert."

Yell: "Good work there, Festee. I�m now here with the man who sensationally put out Vismajor in the first round, Prototype. Proto, plainly Hall of Fame status doesn�t intimidate you."

Proto: "You�re damn right, Yell. I said before I faced Vismajor, that I am DESTINED to win the Cage of Rage. Nocturnal Supremacy may be� dormant, but that�s not a problem. I�m good enough to beat Chevalier on my own. I never had any back up when I used to bitchslap him around in the CBF, and I won�t need any now."

Yell: "That was gonna be the subject of my NEXT question.. who are you here to represent, with NS down and out?"

Proto: "Not down and out, Yell, you retard� just put to one side for a little while. I�ll be representing the same things I ALWAYS represent. Me, me and me. The star of the show, whether these f***ers in the crowd cheer me or boo me, is me. Me me me me me me me. I can�t stress that word enough."

Yell: "Obviously not. One more question - why did you jump Chevalier from behind earlier on?" Proto: "Huh?"

Yell: "Don�t try and deny it� you hit Chevalier with a ball bat a few minutes ago. Trying to gain an unfair advantage, eh?"

Proto: "I have no idea what you�re talking about. I don�t NEED to jump Chevs. I can just beat his face through in the ring."

Yell: "We saw against Vismajor that you�re perfectly happy to cut corners."

Proto: "Look, think what you want, I don�t give a goddamn what you think, but I never hit Chevs with a bat. I wish I HAD, but I didn�t. Now get out of here."

Proto motions Yell to the door

Yell: "Any last words?"

Proto: "Yeah. F*** off."

The door slams in Robert Yell�s face, and we go back to Lord Alfred and Festee.

Festee: "Intense guy."

Mayes: "We�re sorry about the language, fans, but this IS a live broadcast� rest assured that Prototype will be losing some of his cheque tonight for that."

Festee: "He�d better. I guess it�s almost time for the match, huh, Mayes?"

Mayes: "Yes, yes it is. I�m hearing in my ear-piece that the competitors should be making their way out in just a few moments. And you will see it ALL, fans, right after this commercial break!"

As the advertisements draw to an end, we now see the entire PACKED arena� thousands upon thousands of fans, most with �CBF� or �Chevalier� signs, but there�s plenty of others� �I�d rather be in Catwoman�� �Nocturnal Stupidity�� �Bring Back Burt the Elf��

The cheers of the fans become MUCH louder, when suddenly the lights dim, and Alexander Cage heads out to a shocked fusillade of booing and hisses from the fans.

Festee: "WHAT?!? What�s he doing here? He�s banned from all shows involving Nocturnal Supremacy members!"

Mayes: "Uh, Festee� Nocturnal Supremacy no longer officially exist. Cage is free to attend."

Festee: "Sssh, ssh, he�s talking."

Cage: "-and I�d like to welcome you ALL to what I�m sure will be another great event in this� in MY�. Cage of Rage! Budgets have been cut, and Jimmy Buffer has flown back to Vegas, so I�LL do the honors. Let the show begin!"

As the French national anthem is piped through the arena, the crowd rise as one in their seats. Chevalier, dressed in full Knight regalia, steps out to greet his fans.

Cage: "Ladies and gentlemen, this steel cage match is a semi-final in the Cage of Rage Stable Wars Three! Entering first, he is a Cyberslam Hall of Fame member, he is a multiple Ultimate finalist, he has won every single title the CBF has to offer, and he leads and represents the Knights, from Paris, France, weighing in at a fighting fit 251 pounds, and standing 6 feet 2 inches tall�

Chevalier!

As Chevalier sings along - in English - to the music he has always used for his entrance - �Fight! Fight! Conquer all foes!� - the crowd cheer even more. He shakes hands with fans all the way down the aisle. Several ladies swoon as the handsome , dashing Knight grins at them.

As he climbs the steps and waves one mailed fist at the fans, he basks in the adulation and adoration a few seconds more, before stepping through the door and into the cage. With his other hand, he shakes hands with both the referee and Alexander Cage, who seems reluctant, and waits for his opponent to enter..

Cage: "And his opponent, this man is ALSO a multiple Ultimate finalist, representing Noct� competing independently, he is originally from the United Kingdom but now resides is Silicon Valley, CA, weighing in at 288 pounds and standing 5 feet 9 inches tall, ladies and gentlemen, I give you�

Prototype!

The lights go out, then slowly fade back in, as Prototype - sans entrance video - makes his way out to �One Man Army� by the Prodigy. Angrily, he pulls a sign reading �Chevalier for Prez� out of a fans hand and shreds it as he walks slowly down to ringside. Grabbing a microphone from one of the flunkies at ringside, he addresses the fans, and his opponent..

Proto: "First up, Chevy, I want you to know that whatever may have happened to your back, it wasn�t me. I had no idea what went on. To be frank, I STILL don�t. Although I guess this gives you a handy excuse for when I beat you. Let�s do this."

Proto throws the mic away, and gets into the cage. Totally blanking Alexander Cage and the referee, he stares solely at Chevalier.

Mayes: "Well, both these men seem very focused, this promises to be a wonderful match!"

Festee: "I can�t imagine Chevalier not wanting the last word� ah, there we go."

Chevalier takes Al Cage�s mic from him, and responds to Prototype.

Chevalier: "Proto, Proto, Proto. You always were the braggart, I see a spell in the CWF has not changed you too much. Remember who your better always was in the CBF. Let�s see if you�ve improved any� may the best man win."

Mayes: "Chevalier hands the mic back to Al Cage�"

Cage: "Gentlemen, let me explain the ground rules here. This is a standard cage match. No pinfalls, submissions or disqualifications. The referee remains on the outside. The only way to win is by exiting the Cage of Rage, and both feet touching the floor. The door will be padlocked� the only way out is over the top. Good luck to you both, and put on a great show."

Festee: "Hm. Seems fair."

As Cage leaves the ring, he shakes hands with Prototype, and whispers something in his ear, but doesn�t even walk over to Chevalier.

Mayes: "With Alexander Cage out of there, it�s almost time for the match to begin! The referee is just checking Prototype and Chevalier, making sure they haven�t brought anything underhanded with them."

Festee: "Ring the bell already, let�s get this show on the road!"

The commentary is interrupted for a brief second, as another man joins the duo.

Alexander Cage: "Good evening, gentlemen."

Festee: "What the hell are you doing here?"

Mayes: "Folks, we have been joined at the commentary table by Cage of Rage proprietor, Alexander Cage."

Cage: "Don�t look so surprised, Festee. I often lend my valuable insight to Cage of Rage matches. This shall be no exception."

Festee: "I take it this will be one of your usual, impartial commentating jobs?"

Cage: "Of course it will. I have no ties to either man in the ring. And I am always impartial."

Mayes: "The ban handed down by the Slammer himself on your attending any COR match involving Nocturnal Supremacy members was there for a reason, Alex. Things tend to happen when an NS man is involved�"

Festee: "Yeah, like in the last Stable Wars."

Cage: "Guys, guys. I don�t see any Nocturnal Supremacy members anywhere. In fact, I BELIEVE the stable has folded."

Mayes: "So you shan�t be assisting Prototype at all here?"

Cage: "Wouldn�t dream of it. Even if he WAS an NS member, which he isn�t. I am utterly impartial."

Festee: "Don�t make us run the tape from Stable Wars 2 again, Cage."

Cage: "Ah, I have no idea what you�re talking about."

Mayes: "I think this has been enough talk. The referee has finished checking the men for foreign objects, and is leaving the cage."

Festee: "Let�s get that door sealed! Time�s a-wasting!"

Mayes: "The door to the cage is being chained shut, and now Chevalier and Prototype are alone in there."

Cage: "Now comes the time when the men are separated from the boys. The cream from the crud. The ice cream from the horse manure. The sheep from the shepherds."

Festee: "Meaning what, exactly, Cage?"

Cage: "Um, look! The bell�s about to ring!"

Mayes: "And there it goes, and this match is away! No stalling from Prototype, as he locks up with Chevalier and doubles the Knight over with a knee to the stomach. Hammerlock now from Proto, and Chevalier breaks free using the cage itself as a handhold!"

Festee: "Chevy�s a wily vet. He won�t miss a damned trick, Knight or no Knight."

Mayes: "Punch thrown by Prototype! Blocked by Chevalier, who responds with a punch, and a second, of his own. He whips Prototype into the turnbuckles� and follows up with a forearm blow! Prototype goes down, but bounces straight back up!"

Cage: "He�s a tough, resilient competitor, Lord Alfred. This could be a long match, neither man will say die."

Mayes: "More pressure on Prototype being exerted by Chevs in the form of a arm bar� reversal by Prototype nicely done� but Chevalier drops Prototype with a drop toe hold! Excellent wrestling here!"

Festee: "You can bet this won�t last. Mark my words."

Cage: "Proto is a smart kid, he�ll realise that he can�t hope to compete with Chevalier in a technical match. Too much experience."

Mayes: "He seems to be listening to Alexander Cage. Punch thrown by a prone Prototype, and another, and Chevalier�s hold is broken. Proto pressing now, and has Chevalier in the ropes!"

Festee: "Come on, Chevy!"

Cage: "You cheering for Chevalier, Festee? How unusual!"

Festee: "Hey, I know I normally dislike the guy, but he�s facing Prototype! Any fool would want Chevs to win!"

Mayes: "Irish whip sends Chevalier to the other side of the cage� he ducks under a clothesline from Prototype, but is caught in a powerslam on his way back! Chevalier hits the canvas hard, but is back up In Proto�s face almost immediately!"

Cage: "Pretty even so far. Chevalier�s bruised ribs don�t seem to be a factor� yet."

Festee: "What in the hell�s that supposed to mean?"

Cage: "Nothing at all. Do your job."

Festee: "Believe me, I AM doing my job."

Mayes: "Could you two please stop bickering? Body slam by Prototype, and the Brit goes for an elbow upon Chevalier. Again, Chevalier hits the canvas hard! Proto springs on to the top rope, and slingshots himself into a BIG leg drop upon Chevalier! Wonderful athletic move!"

Cage: "One of the reasons he is - he WAS - in NS was his ability. Just watch him go in the ring. Damn machine, he really is."

Mayes: "Chevalier is up, but staggered. Prototype runs at him!"

Festee: "He�s going for a flying forearm!"

Mayes: "But Chevalier stops Prototype dead in his tracks with a boot to the gut for Prototype!"

The roar from the fans is very audible

Mayes: "And now he�s banging Prototype�s head into the turnbuckle! One.. two� threefourfivesixseveneightnine�. Ten! One step back, and Prototype is now dazed!"

Cage: "Chevalier showing he�s willing to brawl if a brawl is called for� admirable."

Mayes: "Chevy on top of Proto now. Right, and a left. Now the wind-up� and Proto goes down from Chevalier�s swift right hand! Proto gets back up, but walks right into Chevy�s running lariat!"

Festee: "Proto went down hard on that one! Man!"

Mayes: "Chevalier with an elbow drop, and he�s going to the cage! He�s starting to climb!"

Cage: "It appears Chevalier is making an early exit."

Mayes: "Indeed, but Proto has seen it, and is up! He heads over to where Chevalier is trying to climb� and JUST grabs a hold of his ankle!"

Festee: "Proto was VERY nearly beaten there! Two more seconds, and Chevalier would have been over!"

Cage: "I don�t think Chevalier will ever be truly over, Mayes."

Festee: "Jeez, bitchy today, aren�t we, Al?"

Mayes: "Please, you two, enough! Prototype is pulling Chevs down into the cage once again� Chevalier is resisting, wrapping his arms around the bars, and he catches Prototype in the head with a flailing boot!"

Festee: "Woah, that HAD to hurt!"

Mayes: "Proto appears stunned, but he has enough wits about him to drag Chevalier down off of the cage wall! Chevalier catches his legs in the top rope, and he is wedged in there against the cage!"

Cage: "An unfortunate predicament for the Knight. If Prototype has his wits about him, he�ll� - ah yes, perfectly done."

Mayes: "Prototype drop kicked Chevalier right in the solar plexus! Chevs is stuck there still, winded, with the top two ropes holding his legs in place! He�s struggling to free himself!"

Festee: "He�d better hurry! Proto is taking a run-up!"

Mayes: "Prototype comes charging in� and goes for a spear, but Chevalier manages to free himself barely in time! Prototype just flew over the top rope, and CRASHED headfirst into the steel cage!"

Cage: "Good grief!"

Mayes: "I can�t quite make out� the cage moved a good foot with the impact� Chevalier is still one his knees after that drop-kick� Proto slid down to the concrete, but still inside the cage� Chevalier is up, and over there looking for him!"

Festee: "Where in the hell is he?"

Mayes: "There he is! There he is! He�s crawled under the ring! His face is a BLOODY mess from hitting the cage wall head on, but he�s behind Chevalier, and he appears to have something in his hand!"

Festee: "It�s a wrench! A damn huge monkey wrench! One of the staff must have left it there after erecting the cage!"

Cage: "Chevalier had better turn around quickly� or this battle is over in ten seconds!"

Mayes: "The fans near the front are waving, shouting, screaming to Chevalier, telling him to turn back around! Chevy is looking up into the stands at something, I -"

Festee: (interrupting) "These fans have been so loud all night, who can hear what the hell they�re on about?"

Mayes: "Prototype is tip-toeing up behind the Knight� he raises the wrench and zeroes in on the back of Chevalier�s head� and swings� but Chevalier was ready for him! He ducks, and catches Proto and delivers a vicious DDT!"

Cage: "Chevalier�s face is masked in rage right now!"

Mayes: "He looks extremely angry indeed, and is picking up the wrench!"

Festee: "Use it! Win the match!"

Mayes: "Prototype is struggling to his feet once more, his cut has been busted wide open now! Blood must be in his eyes right now; he can barely see! Chevalier is standing over him, he looks at Prototype, at the wrench, at the fans� at the wrench again!"

Festee: "USE IT! No! What are you doing!? You idiot, Chevy!"

Mayes: "Chevalier threw the wrench away! It went out of the cage! It looks like the Knights really ARE the most honorable stable in Cyberslam!"

Cage: "Maybe so, but also the most stupid. The win was there to be taken. Chevalier could well come to regret that decision, however noble it may appear to him."

Mayes: "Chevalier picking Prototype up� into the ropes�belly to belly! Prototype is down, and he�s not getting up!"

Festee: "Get out of the cage, Chevalier! Now�s your chance!"

Mayes: "He may have heard you from all the way over here, Festee! Chevalier is climbing the cage, and Prototype still hasn�t moved! Chevalier is on the turnbuckle! He�s still climbing, and Proto still shows no signs of life!"

Festee: "He�s at the top of the cage! This is over! He looks back once more, and I guess now he climbs out!"

Mayes: "Chevalier is pausing, looking at the fans in the cheap seats way at the back! He�s signalling for something! He�s standing on top of the cage, and I guess he�s leaving.. no, wait� MAILED FIST OF THE JUST! MAILED FIST OF THE JUST! From fully TWENTY FEET in the air! Flashbulbs are going off all over the arena!"

Festee: "What a sight! What a move! What a competitor! THIS is why Chevalier is in the Hall of Fame! He�s willing to push the envelope to ensure the fans ALWAYS remember his matches!"

Cage: "This is why Chevalier has never WON an Ultimate title - he never gets the job done. He could have won that match there and then by simply dropping down."

Festee: "He�ll still win this! Prototype is not going anywhere! Not if we stayed here another day!"

Cage: "We�ll see about this!"

Alexander Cage puts his head phones down with an audible thump, and leaves the broadcast arena.

Mayes: "Ladies and gentlemen, Alexander Cage has just left his commentary position!"

Festee: "He�d better not even go NEAR that cage now!"

Mayes: "He isn�t, Festee, he�s going backstage!"

Festee: "What the hell? Why�s he doing that?"

Mayes: "I have no idea� in the meantime, Chevalier is climbing the cage once again, and Prototype is in a pool of his own blood, now, and is doing little more than twitching!"

Festee: "This has to be it, now."

Mayes: "Wait! What�s that at the top of the ramp? It�s� it�s Raymond! The last Stable Wars champion!"

Festee: "He�s carrying a baseball bat! What the hell is HE doing here? NS split up! He�s not even in the same FED as Prototype!"

Mayes: "Raymond is running down the aisle, as a barrage of soft drinks, food and even coins is hurled at him, but to no avail! He�s climbing the cage right in front of Chevalier, and WHAM!"

Raymond: "Filth!"

Festee: "He just hit Chevalier�s knuckles with that ball bat, and Chevy fell a full ten feet backwards onto the canvas! Chevy is down, too! That Raymond� lousy, cheating no good�."

Mayes: "And now he�s pulling - what is that? A key! He�s pulling a key out of his pocket, and is unlocking the door to the cage! My God� Raymond has entered the cage, and he�s dragging Prototype out of there!"

Festee: "The Knights are coming! The Knights are coming!"

Mayes: "You�re right! Here comes Destroyer, and Rembrandt! And there�s Justin Tyme! They�re outside the cage� they�re preventing Raymond and Prototype from leaving! Destroyer has a steel chair, and he just smashed into the door frame, only inches away from hitting Raymond!"

Festee: "Ah, crap. Look who else is coming."

Cage: "Miss me, Festee? What did I miss? Those queues for hot dogs are murder!"

Festee: "Don�t patronize us, Cage, everyone knows you went back there to get Raymond!"

Cage: "What? Why would I do that?"

Mayes: "Whatever happened back then, guys, the outcome is the same. We appear to have reached an impasse. Wait! The Knights have entered the ring, and are dragging RAYMOND out!"

Festee: "Yeah! Get him out of here!"

Mayes: "Destroyer swings the cage door shut once again as Justin Tyme and Rembrandt haul the struggling Raymond away! Both men inside the cage are down, and it looks like neither is going anywhere�"

Festee: "Wait! Chevalier is getting up!"

Mayes: "You�re right! He�s on his knees, trying to suck some air into his lungs� he goes over to Prototype� and Proto throws something in Chevalier�s eyes! Salt! It�s salt! Chevalier is blinded� Breath Taker! Proto just jammed Chevalier�s solar plexus into the turn buckle! He�s going for the door�. And it�s over! Prototype has left the cage! He�s beaten Chevalier!"

Festee: "I don�t believe it!"

Cage: "YES!"

Mayes: "Where�d he get that salt?"

An action replay is shown in super slow motion� in it Raymond is seen to slip the open holder into Prototype�s hand before leaving at the Knights� �request�

Festee: "There you have it, that damn Raymond again"

Mayes: "Extraordinary scenes here. The security is being hard pressed to keep a furious crowd taking matters into their own hands� Prototype just collapsed outside the ring, I can only presume from loss of blood!"

Cage: "Get some help out here!"

Festee: "Chevalier is still in the ring, blinded! He�s reeling around in there like a drunk!"

Mayes: "Here comes two stretchers� Prototype is placed upon one and carried away amidst a flurry of spitting and bottle throwing from this hostile crowd."

Festee: "Chevalier just kicked the other stretcher away in anger! He can�t see, but he knows what happened, he can hear Prototype�s music being played!"

Cage: "He should be angry with HIMSELF� he had the chances to win this match-up."

Festee: "You can shut up, Cage! You orchestrated that stunt Raymond pulled, admit it!"

Cage: "I have no idea what you�re talking about!"

Mayes: "Folks, we have to go to a commercial, we�ll see if we can restore some sanity after these messages!"

One commercial break later�.

Mayes: "Welcome back to the Cage of Rage, everybody, and if you�re only just joining us you�ve missed a sensational match, with Chevalier, the leader of the Knights being defeated controversially by ex-Nocturnal Supremacy member, Prototype!"

Festee: "I still can�t believe that happened. What a travesty of damn justice. Chevalier had that match won so many times� man"

Mayes: "Robert Yell is backstage. Robert."

We cut to Robert Yell, outside an ambulance which Prototype is being stretchered into.

Yell: "Wow, what an incredible match. I�m speechless. Unfortunately, Prototype is in no fit state to share his thoughts with us after losing about three pints of blood on the canvas back there, and Chevalier is refusing all interviews, he is REALLY steamed. Not much I can do, guys."

The camera lingers on the ambulance speeding away, sirens blaring, before Robert Yell finishes up.

Yell: "Guys."

Mayes: "Folks, we�re just about out of time. Thanks for watching, and I hope you enjoyed the show. �Til next time, for Festee and Alexander Cage, I�m Lord Alfred Mayes."

Festee: "Seeya"

Cage: "*sniff*"

Images play across the screen repeating the talking points of the match, before the Cage of Rage logo thunders across the screen, and the words appear�.

CAGE OF RAGE

STABLE WARS THREE

FINAL

Prototype (Nocturnal Supremacy)

vs.

???????? (??????????)

---

Back to Cage of Rage

Hosted by www.Geocities.ws