Wednesday, July 5th 2000: Wednesday Night Death from Above Card #11 - Match #4 Airen Q Vs. Dark Angel Vs. Chrono Authour: Alexander Michael Quinn (LimousineDriver) [President] Match: Hell in the Cell w/ Weapons. Rules: None. Titles: US Title, World Title Commentators: Iaian McBride, James Colburn ___________________________________________________________ McBride: Yeah! Colburn: What? Excited about the next match? McBride: Nah, just listening to Shadow's tune over the control system. Colburn: ...(Grabs the phones off McBride's head)Pay attention! McBride: Dude, what the hell? Colburn: Man, you seriously wanna miss the next match? McBride: I dunno. No, I don't...what's the next match? Colburn: (sighs)Oh boy. It's the World Title/US Title match! McBride: Dude, already?! Colburn: YES! McBride: Woah, let's get started! Colburn: (sighs again) Okay, well the next match is gonna be a Hell-Cell, and man, it's gonna be a killer! McBride: Literally! I can't believe we're having another triple threat match already! And for the honour of the Dominion Belt! Colburn: Shhh, we're not changing the name of it for at least another week or so. McBride: Oh yeah, well, until then it's the World Title. Anyway, Dark Angel and Chrono? Man, it was crazy enough with just those two! Colburn: Yeah, and now we got some new guy in on it. McBride: ...yeah. Colburn: What's up? Do you really think this new guy deserves a belt so f*cking quickly? McBride: Look! I'm just here to comment on the match, so let's get started. Colburn: Man, relax, we have to wait for the cage to be placed--never mind we're about to get started. (The Havoc Viewscreen flickers on and we see Gothic's office--without Gothic. The Havoc Viewscreen flickers off.) McBride: Dude? Colburn: ...Hmmm....let me try the mic. Sir? You there? Gothic: Yes. Colburn: Sir, where are you? McBride: Uh, Dude, just turn around. (Colburn turns around and he sees Gothic sitting in a wheelchair with a few minor injuries across his chest. He's wearing a headset.) Colburn: Oh. Hello sir, would you like to sit here? Gothic: Yes, Colburn you may take the rest of the night off. Colburn: Hey, that's great! I'll be with the Spanish announcers. Gothic: Dude? McBride: (shrugs)Dude, I don't know. Gothic: Great, now I'm beginning to emulate you. McBride: ...sorry. Anyway, Gothic you take it from here. Gothic: Alright, first we have the Time Tripper himself, Chrono! (Lights go completely light blue, and "Engel" starts. A watch appears on the big screen and the hands are spinning fast. Chrono walks out slowly. He raises his hands to the air and lasers start shooting off. He walks towards the ring slowly brandishing his large claymore sword. The ref opens up the cage and lets Chrono into the ring.) Gothic: Excellent to see a contender with such a pathetically slow weapon, certainly he will fall as he did before against Quinn. McBride: You don't like many people, do you? Gothic: Yes, I like many, but not those who would consider refusing a-- I have work to do, excuse me. The next opponent is a much more favorable character in my opinion. The escapee: Dark Angel! (All the lights go out. The audience becomes silent. Footsteps can be heard in the background (over the speakers) coupled with a low scream. The scream gets louder and louder until it is almost deafening. The scream then stops and Moonlight Sonata starts to play. Small circles of negative image light start dancing around the arena like snow flakes. A spot light illuminates the stage and small drips of blood can be seen falling onto a metal circle on the stage. The blood fills the circle and then Dark Angel/Archangel rises out of the circle wearing a half white, half black trenchcoat. The havoc viewscreen begins playing a split screen image. One side displays scenes of graphic violence and carnage, while the other displays scenes of loving mothers and grassy fields and what-not. Dark Angel makes his way to the ring while some of the negative image lights pass over his face. He climbs into the ring and then stands in the middle. The music stops, the negative image lights go out, the viewscreen shuts off, and the arena is once again in total darkness. When the lights come back on, he is wearing only black pants, brandishing two miniature battle axes. The referee is fairly confused, because he didn't need to unlock the door for anyone.) Gothic: Excellent opening, quite original. Although, I am happy that all wrestlers are limited only by their own imagination, with our new funds from the Hospice Facility. McBride: Man, did you ever think of Hoe-Spice? Ya know? Gothic: ...No, I did not, and I am happy for my own conclusion as well. McBride: Ah, you're no fun (smiles). Gothic: The next, and last, contender for the Domin--excuse me, the World Title and the US Title, is the new pirate, and a personal friend of mine, Airen Q! (We see Airen Q walking down the ramp, wearing the black paint and the red bandanna. The referee lets him in, and Airen takes the snakeskin whip from his belt.) Gothic: Short and sweet, that is also admirable. BEGIN! (In the ring) Chrono: Okay, Airen, now is your big chance to win those precious belts. Airen: ... Dark Angel: Good, no talk is how I LIKE IT! (Dark Angel takes his axes and swings them at Airen Q, however he quickly does two backflips and lands against the cage, jumps off towards the two wrestlers and spears Dark Angel into Chrono, causing all of them to land in a big mess.) McBride: Woah! Sure the speed, but the strength? Gothic: Never underestimate your...opponents. (Dark Angel quickly climbs to his feet. He smiles as if he is truly enjoying himself. Chrono stands up and takes his large claymore. He swings it at Airen Q, but Airen manages to wrap the whip around Chrono, but it quickly becomes a test of strength. Airen is thrown away and is slammed into the cage by Chrono's sword, losing the whip. Dark Angel takes advantage of the situation and decides to ax Chrono's arm, and at Chrono's dismay, realizes that the axes are quite rusty. Chrono begins to bleed profusely from the shoulder, the blood spurting across Angel's face, him swallowing some of it with a laugh. Chrono releases his sword and tries to pull the axe out.) Gothic: I like that guy. He's a nut. McBride: No sh*t! Airen is starting to get up, but he's having trouble untangling his whip from Chrono's sword, even with Chrono letting go of it to try to pull the axe out of his shoulder. Gothic: It seems that Airen has an advantage, for now he has both his whip and Chrono's sword. McBride: Chrono is struggling against Dark Angel, but that axe isn't helping much. Woah! Airen throws the sword straight at Chrono's head, but Chrono falls to his knees from the pain in his shoulder! (The sword flies right over Chrono's head, hitting Dark Angel in the shoulder, knocking and pinning him into the cage. Dark Angel is now trying to get the sword out of his shoulder while trying to stop his blood from spilling onto the floor.) Gothic: Ouch, that will definitely leave a mark. McBride: So you DO have a sense of humour. Gothic: Silence McBride, before I decide to give you a Gourry Award. McBride: Eep. Dark Angel is starting to get the sword out of his shoulder. Airen has the whip around Chrono's neck, and the flesh is starting to rip! Ouch! Gothic: Again it will be a test of strength. Chrono pulls backward, in spite of his neck, throwing Airen Q through the air towards him. Chrono then jumps up and uppercuts the fast approaching Airen against the jaw. (Airen is basically pulled through the air into Chrono's fist, sending him into Dark Angel's awaiting headbutt. The headbutt allows Dark Angel to pull out from the cage, take the claymore, and strike the claymore across Airen's leg. We hear a muffled yell from Airen...but it sounded rather high. Dark Angel is holding his shoulder in pain, and Chrono is ripping his uniform to tie it around his ripped and bleeding neck.) Gothic: I'm surprised that Quinn is not here. McBride: He is, he's sitting on the Spanish announcers table with James. Gothic: I stand corrected. I never knew he could speak that language. McBride: Dude, his wife is Hispanic! Of course he can! Gothic: Shh, I'm missing the match. (Dark Angel and Chrono have entered into combat. Except now, Dark Angel is fighting with Chrono's claymore, and Chrono is fighting with Angel's paired axes. We hear clanging as Chrono manages to parry each blow, however he must use both axes to successfully accomplish such a feat against a large sword such as that. Chrono manages to parry again and swing the sword away, leaving Dark Angel open for a headbutt into the chest. Chrono manages to get under Dark Angel, throwing him into the other side of the cage. With all the tears on the one side of the cage with Airen, the cage is beginning to tear apart. Chrono turns around to face the angered Angel. Airen manages to stand up a little shakily and pulls a very fast jumpkick into Chrono's back, before Chrono has a chance to turn around. Chrono lands at Dark Angel's feet. Dark Angel picks him up by the head and smashes it into the hilt of the claymore. Chrono yells from the pain caused to his eye.) Gothic: Hmm, black eye season, apparently. McBride: Dude! Airen jumps up before Dark Angel's swing catches his feet with that claymore, but Airen manages to hook onto the cage ceiling and climbs across quickly, with ease. Definitely a very agile wrestler. Gothic: I would expect no less from Airen Q. Dark Angel shrugs and goes back to Chrono. However--ouch, he did not expect that! McBride: Dude! (Airen jumps off the ceiling, bounces off the floor, off a cage wall and knocks Dark Angel in the back, turning it into a reverse DDT across Chrono's stomach. Both Chrono and Angel stumble in pain as they try to recover from the well executed blow. Angel stands up and is clearly infuriated, not so much at Airen, but at himself for underestimating an opponent. Chrono turns to face Airen Q as well. Airen just looks at this in dismay.) McBride: Uh oh, looks like people are starting to take sides. Gothic: How annoying, and I was so enjoying this as well. McBride: I'm surprised Angel can handle himself so well with a broken hand. Gothic: Our Hospice Facility is better than any other facility in the world, simply because it is military research. McBride: Dude! They fixed the bones already? Gothic: No, but he is well in recovery. (Angel picks up his axes, and Chrono picks up his sword. They double-team Airen Q with their weapons. Airen moves much faster than either of them, dodging the oncoming slaught of steel, unfortunately he is not fast enough to dodge both of them. Dark Angel manages to get in a good hit, driving an axe into Airen's shoulder, causing the shoulder bone to jut out and cause blood to pour forth. The blow throws Airen so hard, that he hits the side of the torn part of the cage [From Dark Angel being pinned by the claymore], scraping the broken wires from the cage across his face and falling out of the ring. Airen manages to stand up, but stumbles a bit. He's got deep cuts across his cheek.) (At the table) Gothic: The match has been taken out of the cell. McBride: Oh great, last time it got insane! I know, I was in there! Gothic: I particularly enjoyed your crazed animal look. McBride: Ha ha. (Quinn runs up and grabs Gothic by the shoulders.) Quinn: We can't let this continue! Gothic: Out of my way, I'm enjoying the match. Quinn: But-- Gothic: Alex, sit down and stop worrying. (Quinn sits down on the floor and watches the match, worried about something.) (Chrono cuts the door off the cell and walks through. Unfortunately for him, Dark Angel got tired of chasing Airen Q. Dark Angel slashes the axes across Chrono's back, causing Chrono to fall forward and hit his chin against the steel stairs. Chrono is lying, sprawled on the stairs, trying to get back up. Dark Angel kicks him off and goes after Airen Q once again. Airen Q is on his knees, coughing up blood, trying to put his shoulder bone back in. Dark Angel runs up and attempts an elbow drop into Airen Q's back, however Airen manages to roll out of the way, letting Angel hit the floor with a thud. Airen picks up one of his axes, and Dark Angel manages to flip back with his other axe in hand. The two begin to clash against each other, sparks hitting the floor, scaring the sh*t out of the Spanish announcers, who happen to be behind the table which is right behind the wrestlers. Airen jumps back onto the Spanish Announcer's table and jumps up into the air, over Dark Angel's swing across the wooden surface, striking a Spanish announcer in the hand. The Spanish announcer yells in pain, and Airen comes down, doing a missile dropkick into Dark Angel's head, sending him right *through* the Spanish Announcer's table.) Gothic: Of course. That table goes through everything. McBride: Dark Angel has the blade of his axe stuck in the Spanish announcer's hand. I don't think Dark Angel is really very aware of it anymore though. Gothic: Definitely a brilliant move executed by Airen Q. Reminds me of The Matrix. McBride: Yeah (sighs). Oh wait, Chrono is back up and is looking for some revenge on Airen Q. Airen Q has just finished climbing to the top of the cage, he had to drop Dark Angel's axe to do it though. Dark Angel stands up with the Spanish announcer hanging off of his small axe. Gothic: Chrono is ignoring this, he puts his sword on his back and begins to climb after Airen Q. Dark Angel lifts the Spanish announcer by the flesh stuck in the axe. McBride: ACK! Poor Spanish announcer! (Dark Angel grins and bites RIGHT THROUGH the Spanish announcer's wrist, and pries the remaining hand off his axe and throws it in the announcer's face, who has now passed out from the pain! Blood begins to soak the broken table.) McBride: DUDE! Gothic: You and me both. I wouldn't even do that. Well... McBride: He bit off a guy's hand! That date with Kalista must have made him extra frisky for tonight! Gothic: Chrono is now on top of the cage. Chrono leaps with his sword, thrusting towards Airen Q's chest, the pirate manages to dodge in time, but the sword catches him across the ankle. McBride: Man, with all those injuries, I'm surprised Airen Q can still breathe, much less stumble around! Gothic: Chrono picks himself up, but Airen has already jumped up and managed to get up on a girder. Hmm, that has to be at least 10 feet! McBride: Wow! Man can --he...ever jump! Gothic: Yes. Definitely an agile wrestler. (Airen Q has leapt up and flipped up onto one of the girders. Chrono throws his sword upward, but it misses completely, severing a few wires above. The lights come crashing down and completely destroy the cage which Chrono is standing on. Fortunately for Chrono, he saw it coming, and managed to jump up, although not quite making it onto one of the girders. Dark Angel begins to laugh insanely as he sees the two up on the girders.) McBride: What's he laughing about? Gothic: Probably the fact that he knows about explosives hidden beneath the ring. McBride: YOU LET HIM FIND THOSE? Gothic: Seemed like the right thing at the time. Who cares anyway, my income is nearly fifty million a month already? McBride: Yeah, right. (The ring erupts into flames as Dark Angel ducks away into the crowd. Fire begins to pour forth like a fountain, swallowing Chrono's legs, causing him to grimace in pain, blood no longer flowing freely from his wounds because of the cauterization. Chrono pulls himself up out of the flames, but that doesn't stop the flames from eating it's way up through the audience, lighting chairs and the like, on fire.) McBride: Uh oh, I'm out of here. Gothic: You may leave, I will stay and comment on this match. Quinn: I'm staying too...just in case... Gothic: Yes Alex, take Iaian's headset and sit up here with me. (McBride throws the headset off and runs away from the flames.) Gothic: You of course realize that by staying here, we may be severely burned. Quinn: Who cares? Gothic: The audience in the front is gone, it's nice to see a few loyal members up in the seats. Quinn: I guess so, I'm just here to see the match through. Gothic: I have a feeling that we may have to rebuild the Havoc Arena. (The flames are consuming the walls now, Chrono and Airen Q are standing on opposite girders, a catwalk stretches out above them, with a ladder back down to the ground. The fire is beginning to consume everything in the arena.) Gothic: Interesting, Dark Angel has disappeared. Quinn: I somehow doubt he's out of the match yet. Gothic: It seems that Chrono is coming to his senses, although he can barely stand against the pain in his legs. Quinn: Airen seems to be having problems standing as well, probably from the damn wounds on ...forget this, I'm not in the mood. (Quinn takes the headset off.) (Chrono looks around for his claymore and sees it embedded in the wire lights, hanging down over the catwalk above. Airen Q is standing on one of the other girders. Chrono makes a jump for the catwalk between them, but Airen jumps over the catwalk towards Chrono and steps across Chrono's chest, gaining enough leverage to catch himself on a lightset above the catwalk. Chrono hits the catwalk with his back, and the sword is shook enough for it to fall and slice across Chrono's neck, sticking into the catwalk. Blood can be seen dripping into the fire from both wrestlers now. Airen is standing on a functional lightset which is directly above Chrono. Chrono throws his claymore through the lightset, causing electricity to flail wildly and lightly electrocute Airen's chest. The lightset comes crashing down, but Chrono manages to roll away, leaving Airen in the ensuing explosion. The explosion knocks Airen Q back against the guardrail, and the guardrail twists off, leaving it hanging off the catwalk. Airen is holding onto the split guardrail, his flesh beginning to split against the metal. Chrono picks up his sword out of the debris, his wounds bleeding enough to cause the fire to spit back at him. We hear a clinking noise like someone climbing a ladder.) Gothic: Very amusing, I will definitely be pleased with all wrestlers involved in this match. Quinn: You're sadistic sometimes. Gothic: They knew the risks. That includes --Airen. Quinn: ... (The fire consumes the speakers, causing them to blow out and the microphone feedback to rattle the catwalk. Chrono covers his ears from the pain. We can see Airen's ears start to bleed and a crack occurs across the camera lenses.) Gothic: Switching to Tertiary backup. Quinn: Damnit, we've lost all sound and communication with wrestlers! Gothic: The arena will not last much longer. (Chrono looks up after the noise dies down and sees Dark Angel finish climbing the ladder onto the catwalk. Chrono picks himself up, but Angel does not approach. He throws the axes wildly through the air, however they manage to sever all of the cords attaching the catwalk to the ceiling. The catwalk begins to creak loudly; Angel smiles and jumps back into the fire in order to escape. The catwalk begins to twist and proceeds to freefall. Unfortunately, it catches on a girder which causes the catwalk to swing into the Havoc Viewscreen! Glass shatters forth onto the wrestlers, embedding itself into both wrestlers skin. Chrono and Airen are both covered in embedded glass and begin to pass out from the pain which has been dealt to them. The catwalk dangles in front of the large crack in the viewscreen, with both wrestlers dangling helplessly.) Gothic: Hmm, seems like those two are finally out of it. (Chrono loses his grip on the catwalk, rolls, and falls into the fire below.) Quinn: Gothic! This has gone too far! We have to shut the match down! Gothic: Forget it, no rules, remember? Quinn: At least get paramedics to Chrono before he dies! Gothic: ...Fine. Chrono has lost, however because of the nature of this, I will allow the World Title to fall between Airen and Dark Angel. Quinn: That's insane! Airen is nearly dead already! Gothic: Forget it, I will not back down. They will now both fight for both titles. (Airen has his legs wrapped around the rail, causing only more blood to pour forth. Glass crinkles and falls into the fire. Paramedics come in and begin to search for Chrono. The fire begins to die down near the ground, but girders and the ceiling begin to cave slightly from all the damage. Airen is barely stirring, blood pouring like small creeks across the guardrail and catwalk, onto the bare floor beneath him. Dark Angel falls down on another catwalk above the Havoc Viewscreen and is looking down at his prey. A small hole can be seen in the ceiling and it is probable that he came in from the roof. Airen sees him and takes a look around, seeing Chrono's claymore still stuck in the catwalk. He swings down to grab it and quickly ducks into the ramps behind the viewscreen, with the lighting system still intact.) Gothic: Airen has exerted himself too much with that last attempt. There is no way that he'll be able to keep consciousness for much longer. Quinn: Please stop this! Gothic: You know very well that if it was someone else, you would be acting the way that I do now. Quinn: ... Gothic: (sighs) We will have to evacuate the area in less than five minutes, if we wish to survive the destruction of the arena. Perhaps a time limit on the match would be prudent. Quinn: Thank you! (Meanwhile, Dark Angel has ducked behind the screen as well, and we see the two shadowy figures fighting it out, axe against sword. The catwalk creaks again, falls, and is consumed by the raging fire below. Airen is losing very badly, unfortunately it is very difficult to tell what is going on. A few minutes pass by with the two hitting each other, blood spattering in shadows across the screen, things being shattered. Finally we see a figure get pushed up against the class, but doesn't seem to be very conscious at all. The figure is punched again and the glass begins to crack near the area. One last punch is *heard* and Airen comes flying out of the glass, bleeding and bruised so much, that the blood has caked his hair, causing it to solidify further. Girders are falling from the ceiling. Luckily, one girder falls near Airen and he manages to bounce off the girder and lunge at the screen with Chrono's claymore. The sword sticks into the screen, right below Dark Angel's feet. Airen is dangling over the fire, beneath the crack, and Dark Angel's foot. Dark Angel begins to laugh and kicks the sword, trying to knock Airen into the fire. The sword begins to slip and Airen is losing his grip because of all the pain which is in his body. The paint has begun to flake and we can see cracked flash across Airen's face. Without the bandanna, his auburn hair begins to flow wildly in the face of the wind from outside. Airen makes one last ditch attempt and grabs Dark Angel by the foot, startling him. Of course, this isn't even nearly enough to faze Dark Angel, however he does drop an axe, which Airen readily takes in his possession.) Dark Angel: That was futile. Now you will pay for your last mistake! (Dark Angel's left eye twitches) Dark Angel: YOU! I TOLD YOU NOT TO INTERFERE! Archangel: I'm not gonna let you hurt her further...God, if I hadn't figured it out sooner... Dark Angel: You babble! (Meanwhile Airen throws the axe upwards, causing it to curve and hit the main light fixture. A huge explosion ensues from the Viewscreen and the entire screen goes up in smoke, causing two bodies to flail from it, Dark Angel landing in some audience seats [Editor's Note: We're talking 200 feet here] and Airen to hit a supporting girder hard, his back being continually burned by the flames. Dark Angel is obviously near death, [Editor's Note again: And would be without Archangel's new mental energy.] and Airen is struggling to climb onto the girder.) Quinn: THERE! Dark Angel is out, okay?! Gothic: Certainly, unfortunately there will be no way to get Airen down before evacuation. Quinn: No! Wait! Sh*t, we have to get out of here! Gothic: I suggest we make our exit prompt. I did enjoy that match thoroughly, even without those two idiots we call commentators. Quinn: But what about her?! (The girder holding Airen falls into the fire, however Airen manages to get on top of the girder [although not saving him from the fall]. The ceiling begins to collapse and we see the paramedics running away with the other two wrestlers on stretchers. Quinn goes to run, but is swiftly stopped by Gothic's blade to his throat. Gothic grabs him by the neck and walks out of the arena. The fire finally consumes itself up to the ceiling and the entire arena collapses on itself, causing the camera to hit the ground.) ERROR 609: Transmission lost. Abort? Y/N Y The following will be a standard Televisi-- Please Stand By. Transmission Irretrievable. 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