[Fade back in to the Halfway to Hell broadcast booth.]
Tilt: We have a brutal match coming up next.
Vance Knox: Every corner has a sheet of glass leaning against it, and we have a table out here with more sheets of glass so that people can rip themselves apart instead of
I dont know
wrestling?
Tilt: Lets hear from Jack Kross before this match.
(Once again a cloaked man comes into view as he bigns reading from what appears to be a tome.)
As the nights grow colder and the days grow thinner on night will stand out amonst the rest. The battle in the desert. Halfway to Hell. Now some say this tournament is a barbaric one and they are right. Seven matchs will be the proving grounds and whoever wins will be known as the Deathmatch tournament winner. Alot is at stake here peoples lives, thier jobs, but most importantly thier souls. All men say they will do anything to win the tournament but one man says he will go as far as to end anothers life and who is that one man well he is Jack Kross.
Jack Kross rose threw the ranks of the RWF and the TCW putting his body on the line in every match to win. He jumped off triple cages, scaffolds, into his oppents just to bring him closer to a victory. Though sometimes he hurt himself in the progress he gave the fans what they wanted to see and that was the heart of a champion. This is what got him his first run as the RWF tag team champions with his long time friend Ricky Valentine. Then things went down hill Kross stoped caring what the fans wanted and eventual left the RWF. Three years later he reappered in the TCW with a new attitude and the fans went wild new moves new dare devil like stunts he was a new man. This lead to him becoming the TCW world champion. Then Ricky Valentine made his TCW debut in which he and Kross won the tag belts. Later Valentine wanted a shot at the world title and Kross gave him a shot in a triple cage match. As the match grew to a close and it seemed Kross was going to retain his belt the owner came out and shoved Kross of fthe top of the cage then helped Valentine win afterwards they shook hands Valentine had turned his back on his best friend. Two months later Kross made his comeback and issued his mandtory title rematch and he wanted it in a triple cage. Kross and Valentine fought all the way up to the top and Kross acted like he was hurt as Valentine reached for the belt Kross stood up and shoved Valentine off the top of the cage and grabed the belt. Three years later Kross was found in a bar down and out by a federation called SWAT and they offered him a contract. Kross looked at it then at the repersenitive and signed the dotted line. Since then he has been leaveing oppents in a bloody mess in every match. No matter if he wins or loses as long as he delivers pain and punishment thats all that matters. But at Halfway to Hell I will win and I will become the first ever Deathmatch Champion and there isnt a dam thing any of you can do to stop me.
(The man takes down the hood to show that he is Jack Kross.)
There is a war machine rolling into town and his name is the suicide messiah Jack Kross so boys you better get a epidurale shot before you face me it will help ease the pain.
(Camera fades as Kross begins to laugh.)
Jay St. Clair is seen sitting in his office. What are the whereabouts and what does he exactly do to deserve an office thats better than yours? Thats irrelevant. He has a look of worry on his face as he seems to be shuffling through a whole stack of unorganized papers. Suddenly, a knock on the door is heard and in walks Paul Allen, Jays assistant manager guy dude. Jay looks at him and lights up in relief.
JSC: Oh thank god youre here, listen I was so worried. Did you get
Paul Allen: The memo about Bruce screwing his own cousin? Yeah
JSC wipes some sweat from his forehead and smiles with pleasure. He rests both feet on the table and starts twiddling his thumbs.
Paul Allen: But whats more important is the fact that I just came back from the SWAT offices and signed you up in your first region.
JSC: Really? And what regions would they be happen to having?
Paul Allen: Well theres SWAT Australia, their original region and still going.
JSC frowns at the thought of wrestling in Australia of all places.
JSC: Australia smells funny. Plus I couldnt stand a single day being surrounded by those damn dingoes. Do you have any idea how many of them I had to get off my leg the last time I was there?
Paul Allen: My hunch would be somewhere between a lot and a whole lot.
JSC nods.
Paul Allen: Ok good, so no Australia. Then they have their second region which is the Caribbean.
JSC: Gee I dunno, the Caribbean gets pretty hot. And you know me, Jay St. Clair likes his opponents weak, his ladies drunk and his martinis full of alcohol.
Just then, a pretty attractive lady walks through the door with a glass of martini in her hand. She hands it to Jay as he thanks her. Just before leaving, she notices Paul Allens back turned to her and so she mouths the words Call me to Jay. Jay simply smiles in response and waves at her before sipping on his drink.
Paul Allen: What did that have to do with the Caribbean?
He shrugs.
JSC: I dunno, I just dont like Hawaii.
Paul Allen: But
JSC: NEXT!
Paul frowns and crosses out the Caribbean. Oh, and if you didnt know, he has a sheet of paper in his hand. Youre welcome.
Paul Allen: Well then that just leaves us with two of their newest regions with one of them being SWAT Springfield.
Jay suddenly looks interested as if the Cubs had just won the World Series. He puts down his martini and looks on with a serious concern of getting more knowledge about this region.
JSC: Springfield? Nice, thats really close to home.
Paul Allen: See I had thought about signing you up there but Jay, you visit Illinois every week anyway. Why not go out and explore a little?
JSC: Hello? Paul Allen? Does Jay St. Clair LOOK like the type of guy who goes out and explores?
Paul Allen: What would you call your first three-way?
A blank look makes its way onto Jays face. He leans back and tries to think of a comeback. Something. Anything.
JSC: Okay, you got me. So which region did you sign me up for?
Paul Allen: The perfect region for you. SWAT: Rocky Mountains.
Jay cocks an eyebrow.
JSC: And what exactly does that separate itself from all the other regions.
Paul Allen: Simple, all the matches taking place in that region are going to be ultra violent, mega crazy, supreme no holds barred bloodbaths. In other words, death matches. And the first episode will contain a tournament full of these kinds of matches with 12 men entering it, one of them which is you Jay. The winner will walk out with the World Deathmatch championship.
JSC: And why again is this the perfect region for me?
Paul looks down and chuckles to himself a little. He walks over to Jays chair and places an arm over his shoulder.
Paul Allen: Look, I do not doubt your wrestling ability one bit. I know that youre a technical master with brute force added into it. Hell, if you want, you can even do some high flying. But we all know that your one soft spot is the use of chairs, chains, barbed wire and what not. Youre simply not what the wrestling worlds likes to call
hardcore.
Jay laughs off that last comment. Deep down, he knew what Paul was saying was true but he didnt want to admit it. Thats not the kind of person Jay St. Clair is, he doesnt admit stuff. Hed rather go sleep with the dingoes than admit this.
JSC: Me? Not hardcore? You gotta be kidding yourself Paul. Im as hardcore as they come. Sure I dont believe that wrestling should be all about using foreign objects to bust your opponent open and wheel him out on a stretcher, but I can be very hardcore if need be.
Paul Allen: Oh yeah? You really believe it. Well, prove it big guy.
What?
JSC: All right I will. How so?
Paul Allen: Meet me at The Sanctuary in fifteen minutes and well have ourselves a good ol training session. You game?
JSC: Heh, Im always game. You got it.
The scene cuts to an old pretty much broken down warehouse with the only thing perhaps working is some of the electricity. We are at The Sanctuary, the training grounds of Robert St. Clair, Jays father. A small ring occupies the center of the warehouse and in it are JSC fully dressed in wrestling gear, Paul Allen who seems to be wearing semi-appropriate wrestling clothes and some other stuff which is scattered across the ring.
Paul Allen: All right, lets begin. Now for your first exercise, I want to see just how good you are with hitting people over the head with anything you can find. Pick up that chair.
He does.
Paul Allen: Now, pretend Jack Kross is this mannequin right here. I want you to run full speed ahead and literally take the mothafuckers head off. Kapiche?
Jay nods and picks up the black steel chair next to him. He folds it, backs up a few steps and charges Paul and the mannequin. Paul closes his eyes at the consequences and waits for a loud impact of a sound but nothing happens. He waits some more and
nope, still nothing. Paul opens his eyes and to his disbelief sees Jay fallen on the floor.
Paul Allen: What the fuck? What did you do?
JSC: Little help?
JSC reaches out his hand and is met by Pauls who pulls him up to his feet. Jay brushes his pants and scratches the back of his head.
JSC: Well you see, I thought I was going to hit the dummy. But when I took a wild swing, I guess I tripped and fell. See?
Jay flashes him the innocent smile. Paul shakes his head and slaps his forehead.
Paul Allen: Ok, lets start from square one here.
He pulls out a marker and starts to write on the canvas.
JSC: Whatre you doing?!?
Paul Allen: What? The ring crew can wash it off later.
JSC: I AM the ring crew Paul.
Paul Allen: Well then, have fun cleaning some stains. Now listen up and look here. This is the foreign object.
He draws a circle and writes the words Foreign object in them.
Paul Allen: And this is one of your opponents, Jack Flack.
JSC: Woah, woah, woah let me get this straight. So for my first SWAT wrestling appearance, I have a match against Jack Frost and Jack Black?
Paul Allen: No Jay, I said Jack K
JSC: Yeah thats great Paul. So I walk into Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition and get a match against a snowman and a fat, overrated comic actor? What kind of wrestling organization is this?
Paul literally slaps some sense into his friend. Jay rubs the side of his face which has a slight red handprint on it now. Jay knew that Paul was Mr. Bitchslap, a lesson he didnt want to forget any time soon.
Paul Allen: Good, now pay attention. I have a hot date in three hours damnit and Im not going to let your ignorance for hardcore wrestling ruin it for me.
JSC: Its not the fat lady who refused to give you head about a dozen times is it?
One more slap for Mr. St. Clair. You would think that after being his friend for eight years that he would know when to avoid those burning slaps, but guess not.
Paul Allen: Yes. Now, your object is to connect point A with point B. Point A being the weapon and B being your opponent. Now I have paid a bunch of guys to help you with your training and you basically have to go all out on them if you want to stand a chance at winning a single match let alone the championship. This is Dewey.
An average sized man steps into the ring and starts to crack his knuckles and neck. He puts on his best angry face and stares a hole through Jay St. Clair.
Paul Allen: The rules in this match
none. Use absolutely anything and everything to waltz through each other and then pin the other man for the three count. Submissions can work as well but are not really encouraged. Ready
GO!
Paul disembarks the ring and watches the two men circle each other. Jay sticks out his hand in an attempt for a handshake but gets a right hand in his mouth for his efforts. Paul Allen covers his eyes in embarrassment. The man named Dewey picks up Jay and has his way with him for about five minutes straight. He uses trashcans, bull ropes, Stop signs and everything but a kitchen sink
and then he pulls one out as well. At this moment, Jay looks like something out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Dewey raises the kitchen sink above his head and Paul desperately finds a solution to save his friend so he can at least make it to the show and then get his ass kicked.
Paul Allen: Uhm
uhm
DEWEY LIKES WATCHING THE OC!
Upon hearing those words, a new found energy penetrates Jays body as his eyes light up with a new kind of fire. He absolutely hated the OC and everything associated with it. If it were up to him, hed lure the entire gang onto the street and then blow their brains out one by one with a Colt .45. Jay rises up and drop toeholds Dewey colliding his head with the sink. He then goes ballistic on his opponent with flailing right arms and kicks to the midsection. He picks him up and puts him in a Full Nelson hold.
Paul Allen: SUBMISSIONS ARENT SUCH A GOOD IDEA!
Jay receives the words of advice and then quickly switches the hold into a backbreaker over his knee. Dewey holds his back in pain as he is scooped right back up and placed in an upside down position. Jay finds something barbaric to plant his enemy on and finds some barbed wire laid across the ring. He doesnt waste much time in dropping Dewey with the Illicit in Illinois (Styles Clash) right onto the barbed wire! He rolls him over as the ref gets ready for the count.
Referee: 1
2
3!
As soon as Dewey is helped out of the ring, a slightly larger and more muscular man replaces him and goes to work on the worn out JSC.
Paul Allen: THIS IS BROWNIE! HE VOTED FOR JOHN KERRY!
Brownie attempts an Irish whip but its countered by JSC. Jay locks his hands tightly around Brownies waist and takes him up for a German Suplex. He connects with two more and a flip variation of the German Suplex in which Brownie flies across the ring and lands abdomen first onto a seated steel chair. JSC crawls over and hooks both legs.
Referee: 1
2
3!
Paul has a smile on his face as he witnesses his master plan working like a charm. Brownie exits and in comes
a midget? It is indeed a four feet tall midget bearing a very close resemblance to mini me. But hes called Mini Mayhem, the wrestling version of mini me. This time Paul doesnt have to scream anything because its a well known fact that Jay absolutely had no love for midgets. Once in the washroom, a midgets penis was compared to be slightly larger than Jays. Hey Jay is still pretty big down there, but he was never the same after that sight. The midget charges Jay but is lifted up in a Scrapbuster Slam position. Jay does 3 full 360 revolutions before finally crushing the midget with the Doppler Effect. He places a finger over his prone chest as the referee counts.
Referee: 1
2
3!
Jay picks up Mini Mayhem and gorilla presses him over his head before tossing him out of the ring and dusting his hands in a Thats the end of that chapter kind of way. Suddenly, he gets blindsided from behind by a guy wearing your typical gangster clothes. Baggy jeans, white tank top, backwards baseball cap and a huge chain around his neck. He grounds Jay with a dropkick before removing his chain and wrapping it around his wrist. He takes his time and then BAM! Knocks Jays lights out with a hard shot to the head.
Referee: 1
2
3..No!
Jay gets his shoulders up at the last second. Some blood starts to trickle down the forehead of Jay where the chain had been hit. The Jack Evans wannabe named G-Dogg starts laying some kicks into Jays cranium before getting into a handstand and spin kicking Jay several times as he completes each spin.
Paul Allen: G-DOGG HAS A GOTHIC GIRLFRIEND!!
That was the nail in the coffin as the one thing he hates above everything else are those without self-esteem and who talk about cutting themselves but would never really have the courage to follow their own advice. Aka Gothic bastards. Jay grabs his legs in mid-spin and tosses him to the nearest turnbuckle. G-Doggs neck makes a sick twisting motion as it makes contact with the middle turnbuckle. Jay picks him up and seats him on the top turnbuckle. He pulls him forward so G-Doggs body is all the way forward and legs locked behind the turnbuckle and then drops down spiking his head with a thunderous DDT. Jay then hooks his far leg across the probably broken neck of G-Dogg. He then hooks his hands behind G-Doggs head, having one arm pass over his leg and the other under. Jay then pulls backwards with his arms and pushes forward with his leg, causing pressure and locking in the Koji Clutch. G-Dogg passes out about 4 seconds later and the ref insists Jay let go of the hold. He rings the bell and the victory is awarded to St. Clair via knockout. His girlfriend who will now be referred to as Gotheena rushes in the ring to check up on her boyfriend. JSC doesnt like the looks of this and he grabs her by her ebony black, greasy hair. He places her in a powerbomb position and lifts her up into a Crucifix. He talks a little bit of trash before turning it into the stiffest Windy City Cutter the human eye has ever seen. He kicks both the losers out of the ring as Paul Allen gets back in and attends to his man.
Paul Allen: Awesome work man, just awesome. But after fifteen minutes, youre going to be facing your toughest challenge, a 611 275 pound beast known simply as Cyrus. Heres the thing, Im not going to be at ringside anymore and he really doesnt have any traits that you hate so youre pretty much on your own. Think you can handle it?
JSC wipes some blood from his eye and goes to speak but is cut off by Paul.
Paul Allen: I knew it, good luck man. You go through this guy and the King of the Deathmatch title is as good as yours.
Paul Allen departs and flashes him two thumbs-up. Soon after, some haunting music starts to play and out steps said wrestler. He climbs into the ring and is immediately met with a dropkick by Jay St. Clair. Jay mounts him and starts to lay in several punches but Cyrus shrugs him off with ease. Jay charges him but is grabbed by the throat and taken for a ride with a crushing chokeslam! Cyrus then leaves the ring and starts to collect everything in sight. Mainly everything used by Dewey. Except, he reaches under the ring and pulls out a glass pane. Very carefully, he slides in with it and places it against the corner turnbuckle. He delivers a bunch of body shots to Jays abdomen before hitting a discus Lariat. He picks up two trashcan lids and crushes each side of Jays head with them. This slaughter continues for two more minutes until Cyrus decides its been enough. He picks up Jay in a powerbomb position and goes to throw him against the glass pane but its countered by Jay who rolls over in a sunset flip. He uses he sunset flip to perhaps get Cyrus up in a Styles Clash but Cyrus uses his immense leg strength to kick Jay backwards. Jay crashes into the glass pane but not hard enough so that it actually breaks or that any serious damage is done. Cyrus hops to his feet which is pretty good for a man his size and charges Jay but Jay is able to get his hands across Cyruss waist and delivers a Belly-to-Belly Suplex tossing Cyrus into the glass pane. Several million pieces of shards fly a thousand different directions as the so called beast looks to be dead. Jay doesnt look finished however as he gets on the apron and Springboards off it into a 450 Splash cionnecting with perfection. Some pieces of glass make their way into Jays stomach but he fights off the pain and covers Cyrus.
Referee: 1
2
3!
Bullets by Creed erupts through the arena as Paul Allen runs into the ring with a basket. He dumps the basket of confetti over Jays head and raises his arm in triumph.
Paul Allen: Congratulations dude, I think youre now officially hardcore.
JSC: Heh, more so than ever.
Jay flashes us that trademark wink which well be seeing a lot more from now on as the scene cuts to something else.
[Stars and Stripes Forever by John Philip Sousa hits and a man in dessert fatigues and a tan tanktop makes his way to the ring to a moderate pop. Jack Flack salutes the crowd before climbing the steps into the ring.]
Al Sharp: Coming from Benton City, Washington weighing tonight at 253 pounds and standing 6 1 He is the Original Dessert Storm, JACK FLACK!!!!
[The lights go out and the audience buzzes with confusion as the folowing words are heard over the speakers:]
Walking around I hear the sounds of the earth seeking relief
I'm trying to find a reason to live
But the mindless clutter my path
Oh these thorns in my side
I know I have something free
I have something so alive
I think they shoot cause they want it
[With that last part, pyros go off engulfing the stage in flames. We see a figure with his back turned to the crowd and his arms stretched out (think Chris Jericho). He then turns around and gives us a cocky smirk as he slowly saunters to the ring soaking in all the boos. He takes out a dollar bill from his tights and throws it to some lucky crowd member. He then gets up on the apron and wipes his feet on it before looking at the crowd and stepping through the ropes. Jay walks over to one turnbuckle and climbs on the second rope whilst doing his signature taunt. His signature taunt is him wiping his abs and then flicking at the crowd (Sort of like what the Naturals do)]
Al Sharp: Standing in the ring at 64" tall and weighing in at 245 pounds. THE ANARCHIST
JAYYYYY ST. CLAIIIIRRR!!!
Tilt: Look at that physique!!
[JSC then removes his robe and hands it off to his entourage as he prepares for his opponent by doing some stretches.]
Vance Knox: This is the guy that is least comfortable in this type of environment, and I dont think hell have Mr. Bitchslap around to yell out things that aggravate Jay about the other competitors.
[Walk by Pantera starts up and Rob Van Dam and Casey Sanchez walk down to the ring
er, Jack Kross makes his way to the ring, talking smack with all the fans and making a slit throat motion to his two opponents. He then rushes into the ring and knocks Jack Flack over the top rope with a clothesline and starts stomping on Jay St. Clair.]
Tilt: Ben Hernandez calls for the bell and this Deathmatch is underway!!
[Cue up a shot of Jay St. Clair countering Kross punch flurry with a Sleeper Drop, and unleashing a few stiff kicks to his spine. The crowd gets behind the Chicago Native with those kicks, but Kross counters with a monster boot to the side of the head sending Jay sprawling across the middle rope and Jack Flack unloads with a European uppercut.]
Vance Knox: So far everyone staying away from the glass.
Tilt: Smart move for Jay St. Clair, but I think that Jack Kross would like to see some shards fly.
[Kross runs off the ropes and hits a running big boot to Jack Flack sending the veteran flying off the apron into the guardrail to a sick pop from the crowd. Kross then flips off the crowd illiciting boos from the crowd.]
[Shot of Jack Kross tasting Glass by being whipped into the pane of glass by Jay St. Clair and Jay yelling, Im Hardcore!]
Tilt: Our first glass break!
Vance Knox: Let the bloodletting begin.
[Jay goes to whip Jack Kross across the ring, but Kross counters and JSC puts the breaks on just before hitting the glass. Kross gets rolled up by Jack Flack in a Cobra Twist on the glass. Jay rolls out of the ring to get a water, and wipes his brow as he gives the camera a big smile. The crowd pops at his arrogance.]
[Clip of Jack Kross hoisting Jack Flack into a bodyslam into a piledriver onto the glass and then following it up with a cover but having it broken up by a elbow from Jay St. Clair.]
Crowd: ROCK-IES ROCK-IES ROCK-IES!!!
[Blood flows from cuts on Jay St. Clairs face, and shoulders as Jack Kross makes the slit throat motion again, but Jack Flack catches him with a running knee lift sending him off the ropes into a backdrop from the American Psycho.]
Tilt: Jack Flack the only one not to taste the glass yet.
[Flack tosses JSC to the floor and follows him out spiking him down with a jumping piledriver to the hard ground outside. He lays him on top of the pile of glass on the table on the outside. The crowd starts to buzz.]
Vance Knox: The people are going to see blood, lots of it if Jack Flack connects with what I think he is going to do.
[Flack catches Kross with another running knee lift, stunning him and climbs up the turnbuckle facing away from Jay still on the outside. Kross wasnt hurt as much as he let on and he follows the Elder Statesman up top, they trade blows, but Kross gets the upperhand and gets Flack in a standing headscissors
*CRASH!!!!!!!!*]
Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!!!!!
Tilt: KROSS-A-NATION!!! Through the glass panes on the outside and through that table!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!!!
[We get a replay, Flack and Kross trading punches near the top, Kross hooking Flack in a standing legscissors on the top and flipping off the top with his Kross-A-Nation, Jay St. Clair rolling out of harms way just in the nick of time, but he gets rained with glass as well.]
Tilt: Wait a minute, a bloody Jay St. Clair locks the Koji Clutch on Jack Flack, who might as well be dead for all we know.
[Ben Hernandez lifts Flacks arm twice and it falls
He picks it up a third time
It falls. Hernandez calls for the bell.
Bullets by Creed hits and Jack Kross holds his back and looks pissed. He jumps Jay St. Clair and hoists him up for a huge powerbomb on the floor in the wreckage of the table. JSC writhes in agony and the crowd boos as Kross celebrates.]
Tilt: Despicable actions from Jack Kross here, but none-the-less Jay St. Clair steals one in the environment that he wasnt built for. If he can advance after that huge powerbomb on the floor however, thats another story.
Vance Knox: Jack Kross said hed murder for this title, and he just might have got the 187, but not the win.
