Question: What is the Aethran Ultimate Hell-Chamber of Horrors Match… and how did it come about?Answer:Card: 460, Southern Crown Centre, Corona AustralisDate: 01 / 07 / 2097 -Scene: Somewhere in the Back- The feed opens with Johnny Rocket standing in front of the camera holding a microphone.
Johnny Rocket: I’m standing here with the powerhouse of the GWF… Bounty Hunter. Now… Bounty Hunter last month at War of the Belts you defeated 29 other competitors in a 30 man over the top rope royal battle, earning yourself a shot at the GWF Heavyweight Championship Belt. How does it feel? And what will be your strategy against the new champion Whiplash?
Reynard B. Guile quickly rips the microphone away from Johnny Rocket.
Reynard B. Guile: Johnny! Do you know how long my client Bounty Hunter has been here in the GWF.
Johnny somehow manages to pull another microphone from his person and speaks up.
Johnny Rocket: Well… he’s been here since 2089. So…
Reynard B. Guile: Nine years Johnny!
Johnny Rocket: Nine years? Already?
Reynard B. Guile: Yes! Nine years! Now can you name how many heavyweight title shots he has been given in nine years?
Johnny Rocket: Well… I don’t…
Reynard B. Guile: None Johnny! None!
Seemingly astonished Johnny Rocket retorts again.
Johnny Rocket: Really?
Reynard B. Guile: Really!
Johnny Rocket: Well… here in the GWF you just don’t get a title shot, you have to earn it. Now I know for a fact that Bounty Hunter has been in several of the last King of the Galaxy tournaments as well as other past years’ Battle Royal match. And then there’s the…
Reynard B. Guile: Enough Johnny! Do you think Alpha Force had to go through all of that before he received a title shot?
Rocket answers snidely.
Johnny Rocket: Well… yeah.
Reynard B. Guile: Do you think Star Warrior had to go through all of that to receive a title shot?
Again, Rocket answers almost as if annoyed at this point.
Johnny Rocket: Errr… yeah.
Reynard B. Guile: And what about one of our more recent heavyweight champions… Lord Nexus?
Johnny Rocket: Well… you see he was a finalist in last year’s Super Tag Battle match, which we all know Actagon won! However, Actagon soon after took a year vacation from wrestling with his tag partner Proteus. And by way of default Lord Nexus was announced as the top contender for the belt… so in a way… he did earn a shot at the belt.
Reynard B. Guile: But did he win the Super Tag Battle?
Johnny Rocket: No.
Reynard B. Guile: No?
Johnny Rocket: No.
Reynard B. Guile smiled as he wrestled back and forth with Rocket the semantics and finally proved his point.
Reynard B. Guile: See! There you have it! The one and only answer to the million dollar questions I have been tossing around! …No! A lot of these so called champions over the years have yet to prove to anyone that they are worthy of holding that title! Oh… I’m sure that it comes with the territory when you’re the sons’ of Omega or the so called savior of CTA-terrorism… like Nexus. But what have they really proved to the GWF fans… and more importantly the GWF championship committee? That they can wrestle a decent match?
Somewhat disgusted Guile, falsely, turns to Rocket for an explanation.
Reynard B. Guile: You know Johnny I can go down a long, long laundry list of times that my client Mr. Bounty Hunter has been passed over for a heavyweight championship title shot! I can show you in writing how many times this company has overlooked him… underestimated him… and devalued him. I can show you facts so undeniable that it would literally make your mouth drop Johnny! But not anymore! The proof they say, is in the pudding Johnny! And now that the spotlight is shinning on us… errr him… I can guarantee that Bounty Hunter will not, I repeat… will not… leave it until after he has had that gold around his waist.
The top hat wearing blabbermouth smiles confidently as he continues.
Reynard B. Guile: He deserves it now and he has deserved it for quite some time Johnny. You know it… I know it and everyone else knows it! Because this man is just what you have said Johnny… the powerhouse of the GWF! He’s that and a whole lot more! And come the 27th he’s going to prove it to everyone Johnny! He’s going to prove it to you… to the fans… and to all the wrestlers around the galaxy! But not to me! Because I know what this man is capable of! I have seen first hand what this monster of a man can do! With his bare hands he will choke the life right out of Whiplash and then pry the title away from his stiff-ridden rigamortis induced hands! And then Amazonia will come crawling back to me and beg for forgiveness.
Johnny stands astonished at the words coming from Guile, not knowing exactly how to take some of them. Nodding his head he turns toward Bounty Hunter. Looking at the camera again he speaks up.
Johnny Rocket: Do you have anything to add to this?
Bounty Hunter engulfs the man’s hands with one palm and yanks him close so that there was little to no distance between the two. Bounty Hunter stands motionless before the camera in a stare down. The man quietly speaks when he starts, but soon his loud, gritty and gruff voice awakens in anger as he shouts his opponent’s name.
Bounty Hunter: Shhhhhh! Be very, very quiet! I’m hunting gold! …WHIPLASH! I’m coming for that belt! Count your days and watch your back… because you’re one ambush shy of losing that which you covet! Oh… believe me… it was all fun and games before… but now that I’m hot on your trail… don’t you dare go grazing into that meadow anymore. Don’t you dare cross that stream… I’m warning you! Because only I know what’s lying in wait for yah!
With that he shoves Johnny aside and walks away.
Reynard B. Guile: And don’t you dare go hiding either Whiplash! Your days are numbered one way or another! You just wait and see! See what the powerhouse has in store for you!
With that Reynard makes an exit as well.
Johnny Rocket: Well there you have it folks Bounty Hunter’s comments on his upcoming championship match at this years’ Royal Battle on the 27th.
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Card: 461, Stargazers Grotto, Veil NebulaDate: 01 / 14 / 2097 -Scene: Ringside- Brute, Massacre, Spike, Thunder and Vengeance all make their way to ringside and soon after into the ring. Seeing an opportunity Johnny Rocket slid into the ring as well. With microphone in hand he proceeded to make his way toward the hardcore head-banging crew.
Johnny Rocket: I…
Massacre quickly grabs the microphone, as Vengeance pushes the sports columnist, hard, to the mat; laughing menially all the while. Johnny quickly gets up and dusts himself off, pulls another microphone from somewhere on himself, and advances again toward the Gladiators. Thunder steps, arms crossed, between him and the others. Not backing down Johnny and Thunder stand facing each other as Massacre addresses the crowd.
Massacre: You know me and Brute… we’ve been here for ten plus years. And never have we ever seen as much disrespect as we did the other week. Do you have the footage?
Massacre looks up toward the entranceway ramp and the holotron.
Massacre: Can we play it? Roll that footage… NOW!
The holotron plays back several clips of an interview where Johnny Rocket, Reynard B. Guile and Bounty Hunter are talking about the upcoming heavyweight championship bout at the Royal Battle.
-Clip 1-
Johnny Rocket: I’m standing here with the powerhouse of the GWF… Bounty Hunter.
-Clip 2-
Reynard B. Guile: …You know Johnny I can go down a long, long laundry list of times that my client Mr. Bounty Hunter has been passed over for a heavyweight championship title shot!
-Clip 3-
Reynard B. Guile: And he is just what you said Johnny… the powerhouse of the GWF!
-Clip 4-
Reynard B. Guile: …See what the powerhouse has in store for you!
-Clip 5-
Reynard B. Guile: …The powerhouse of the GWF!
-Clip 6-
Johnny Rocket: …The powerhouse of the GWF!
-Clip 7-
Reynard B. Guile: …The powerhouse! With those final short clips the footage ended and the camera panned down to the Gladiators who still stood in the ring. Laughing and amused Massacre removed the cigar from his mouth to address the situation. Over-exaggerating he whirled his arms about as he spoke.
Massacre: The powerhouse of the GWF huh? So you mean to tell me that Bounty Hunter is the biggest guy in the GWF? Really? When last I looked it wasn’t some six foot something three hundred pounder that stood over the competition… but THIS!
Massacre pointed to Brute, who strutted mid ring as Vengeance and Spike made way. Standing there he folded his arms across his massive chest. Brute stood motionless as Massacre continued.
Massacre: All six foot ten and four hundred pounds of him! That’s right I said it! Brute is the big man of the GWF! He is the real powerhouse around here! He’s the one who has been passed up for heavyweight title shots time and again! He’s the only one who has consistently dominated his matches for the past ten plus years in the GWF! No other competitor can say the same! So what I want now is for the GWF Commissioner to come down here and explain to the Gladiators… face to face… what he plans on doing to rectify this situation. Come on!
As Massacre called for Commissioner Carter, Johnny Rocket and Thunder continued to stare each other down; neither making a move. Brute still stood confidently mid-ring as the other two Gladiators circled around the ring like hungry sharks. After about a minute, Massacre spoke into the microphone again.
Massacre: Come on Commish! We don’t have all night! If we gotta start breaking bones in order to get your attention… then I guess we gotta do what we gotta do.
With hunger in their eyes all at once the Gladiator team (with the exception of Brute) turned toward Rocket. The writer and commentator frightfully cowered as he understood what they meant. He tried to quickly exit, however Vengeance, like a rabid dog, had already grabbed his prey. In his bout for survival Rocket drops his microphone as the Gladiator lifts him up and pulls him in close. Before anything could happen, however, Vengeance was cut short by a voice.
Commissioner Carter: I’m here Massacre!
With that Massacre motioned for the release of their prisoner. Vengeance ignored the order and grabbed the man by the neck. This time Massacre yelled something away from the microphone and the Aethran obliged dropped the man, however not without a long pause. Satisfied Massacre turned and addressed the GWF Commissioner.
Massacre: So. Now we have your undivided attention?
Commissioner Carter: That you do Massacre.
Massacre: Good! Then let’s get down to business. First off I think you owe someone an apology.
Commissioner Carter: I owe someone an apology?
Massacre: That’s right! Me and Brute… we’ve been banging heads with the best around! We’ve seen the best of them come and go! And we even put most of them down and made them walk away. For that… you can thank us later! But for now… I think you owe my friend Brute an apology! You see not only do you have a couple clowns walking around saying that Bounty Hunter is the most powerful man in the GWF today… but also that he is more deserving of a title shot than anybody else! Now me and Brute… we got a problem with that.
Commissioner Carter: Now Massacre… I can certainly see why you would have a problem with that. And I’m sorry if you feel that Brute has been overlooked.
Massacre: So how do you propose we fix it Commish?
Commissioner Carter: Well now… that is exactly why I have come down to speak with you tonight. You see… I can’t exactly guarantee Brute a title shot…
Massacre, Brute and Spike all somewhat leap toward the commissioner as those words escaped his mouth, all the while Vengeance slowly crept toward a distracted Rocket. The fans cheered a little at hearing this, however they died down in order to allow the commissioner to finish speaking.
Commissioner Carter: HOWEVER! I can guarantee… that Brute will have a one-on-one match against the number one heavyweight championship contender… Bounty Hunter! Right here tonight! (The crowd pops) If he wins that then he truly proves to everyone that he is the biggest man in the GWF and also that he has earned a heavyweight title shot!
At hearing that Massacre, Brute and Spike all shake there head in agreement. Massacre hands the microphone over to Brute, who speaks to the crowd, but mainly to the commissioner.
Brute: So you mean to tell me… that here… tonight! I get to prove to everybody once and for all who the real powerhouse of the GWF is! And after I win the match I get a championship title shot?
Commissioner Carter: That’s right! However there is one catch!
Brute: And that is?
Commissioner Carter: You must win your match by pin-fall…
Brute: Easy!
Commissioner Carter: …In a special match!
Brute: Easy! Is that all? Yada yada special match, pin-fall, champion match, belt!
Commissioner Carter: Yes! That’s it!
Brute: Good! It’s long overdue! You’re lucky you decided to see things our way. Have a goodnight.
Commissioner Carter, probably wiser than most, decided to not answer the comment and simply turned and walked away. As he disappeared Brute turned towards the camera and spoke to Bounty Hunter. His egotistical attitude was drowned out by his imposing voice.
Brute: Bounty Hunter! You heard the man! You! Me! Here! Tonight! In a Hardcore Titan Death Match! Do you have the guts (mockingly) Mr. Powerhouse? Do you have what it takes to face me one-on-one? And if so… it’ll be like it always is! Because with Brute… those who step up… get put down!
With his catchphrase hanging in the air Brute chucks the microphone hard at Johnny Rocket. It hits him in the head with a loud, fuzzy explosive feedback heard all over the arena. Thunder grabs the mic. laying on the ground and hands it to Spike, who in turn passes it to Massacre. Seeing yet another opportunity Massacre once again speaks up.
Massacre: That’s right Brute! And Carter… just remember this one thing! Tonight might be just another night… but we’re gunna do what we always do! Rack ‘em… and crack ‘em!
He then hands the mic. over to Spike, as Massacre too makes his way up the ramp.
Spike: And don’t forget… Darkos… Whiplash… I still have you on my list. Don’t think I’ve forgotten our last encounter.
With that he tosses the microphone onto the ground as he and Thunder exit the ring. Unwatched and forgotten about at this point, Vengeance strikes. He tosses Johnny Rocket into the ring and then proceeds to beat on him as the feed fades to commercial.
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Card: 464, The Deadpool, BezziridesDate: 01 / 28 / 2097 -Scene: Somewhere in the Back- The scene opens up with both Massif and King Lear sitting at a table, mid-conversation, eating lunch. Both men are eating steaks with all kinds of sides, including greens, vegetables and macaroni and cheese. Although it all seemed hearty and plentiful it wasn’t at all a meal fit for a so called royal king. Nonetheless the two men sat chatting away on opposite sides of a table.
Massif: So then he came to the top of the ramp-way and offered him a title match if he could beat Bounty Hunter.
King Lear: Really?
Massif: Yeah… it seems that for some reason he really took it to heart.
King Lear turned from the table and spoke out loud to someone.
King Lear: Hey Zach! Come here.
Within seconds, Commissioner Carter made his way over. Without missing a beat the two continued to scarf down their food. Pausing briefly between large servings, the men discussed their grievance.
King Lear: Sooo… what’s this all about?
Commissioner Carter: What? What’s what all about?
King Lear: You know this big man thing! What’s it all about? You just handing out title shots to just anyone! Just because they’re big?
Commissioner Carter: Well not exactly. Brute wanted a title shot. However I granted him a match against the number one contender.
King Lear: Because he’s a big man!
Commissioner Carter: Well no… but…
King Lear: But he demanded a shot because he was offended at the fact that Bounty Hunter was being called the GWF’s physical...
Massif: (Correcting) Powerhouse.
King Lear: Powerhouse!
Commissioner Carter: Right
King Lear: Sooo… you gave him an opportunity at GWF gold just because he’s a big guy! Supposedly the biggest?
Carter though it over for a while until the two stood up, from their meal, finished. Towering over the man the two stared down awaiting an answer. Carter looked up at both in turn and then answered.
Commissioner Carter: Ok. I see what you’re getting at. Both of you. You both want a shot at the gold because not only are you two top contenders, but also because you’re big strong men.
King Lear: (Correcting) The strongest big man alive!
Massif: (Correcting) The toughest big man alive!
Carter looked at them both again and then answered.
Commissioner Carter: Ok. Here is what I’m going to do… because I like you both. How about this. You both get a shot at the champ, but in a non-title match. If you can beat him… then you can both have a title shot. How’s that sound? Fair enough?
Both men looked at each other and then at the commissioner.
Both in Unison: Fair enough.
Commissioner Carter: Good! Now Massif… go prepare for your match. It’s tonight. Lear… yours is next Monday night. Good luck gentlemen.
With that Commissioner Carter walked away as the two men turned to look at each other.
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Card: 466, Heroes Kobe Battle Arena, Neo-Kobe AsteroidDate: 02 / 11 / 2097 -Scene: Commissioner Carter’s Office- Chaos bursts into the Commissioner’s room in a rage. Seeing him across the room in his chair behind a newspaper, Chaos methodically yet quickly plods his way over to the commissioner. In a fit he spoke up.
Chaos: What’s this all about Carter?
Commissioner Carter places the paper onto the desk and addresses Chaos.
Commissioner Carter: I was wondering how long it would take you.
Chaos: Where’s my shot! I’m the biggest man you have here Carter! I’m seven feet of pure power!
Commissioner Carter: So I’m assuming you too want a shot at the championship gold because you’re the so called GWF’s powerhouse?
Chaos: No… I’m not the powerhouse! I hold the entire GWF on my shoulders! Chaos is to the GWF what Atlas is to Greek mythology! Now grant me my title shot… or bow before me! It’s your choice worm.
Commissioner Carter removes his cigar from his mouth and stares at the big man for what seems like forever before he speaks up.
Commissioner Carter: So you want a title shot?
Chaos: No! I deserve a title shot!
Commissioner Carter: Tell you what Chaos! I’ll grant you your title shot if you can defeat another top contender tonight. If you can beat an opponent of my choosing in tonight’s main event… I’ll give you your well deserved title shot.
Chaos: That’s not a title shot! That’s a promise!
Commissioner Carter: Ahhhh… but one that will come to fruition Chaos! Is there anyone here in the GWF who you haven’t beaten?
Chaos shakes his head understandingly, and turns to leave.
Chaos: No. But I warn you now Carter… if I don’t get my title shot! I’ll come back and make you bow before me in humility!
With that the big man left with a slamming of the door. Carter smiled a bit before popping his cigar back into his mouth and picking up his paper again. He shook his head as he laughed somewhat out loud to himself.
Commissioner Carter: Wow! What an event Galaxian War is shaping up to be!
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Card: 466, Heroes Kobe Battle Arena, Neo-Kobe AsteroidDate: 02 / 11 / 2097 -Scene: Some Hallway in the Back- The shot picks up with Commissioner Carter walking around quickly during the ongoing matches. He seems to be looking for something, or someone. Suddenly a voice is heard off camera.
Voice: Hey Carter! Did you forget about me?
Carter turns to see Psycho trudging his way.
Commissioner Carter: What?
Psycho: I’m the biggest man in the GWF today! I deserve a shot at the belt just like all the other so called big men! Come on man! You know me! You seen me in action! There isn’t a wrestler here who I can’t body slam.
Smiling to himself as he contemplated Carter retorted.
Commissioner Carter: Well… their aren’t a lot of wrestlers out there who could say the same as you.
Psycho: What?
Commissioner Carter: Meaning… I’m sure that not too many men can body slam you.
Psycho: That’s right! Haven’t met one.
Commissioner Carter laughed to himself as he thought for a moment.
Commissioner Carter: Well I tell you what…
Psycho: Yeah?
Commissioner Carter: I’ll give you your heavyweight title shot!
Psycho: Yeah?
Commissioner Carter: Well… that is if you can beat another top contender in the ring tonight in one-on-one action.
Psycho: Yeah?
Carter shook his head in agreement.
Commissioner Carter: Yeah.
Psycho: Yeah?
Commissioner Carter: So if you can beat Chaos one-on-one! I’ll give you that title shot!
With that Commissioner Carter turned and left with a wide smirk on his face.
Psycho: Yeah?
With that the video feed ends.
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Card: 467, Warrior Village Coliseum, AethraDate: 02 / 18 / 2097 -Scene: Middle of the Ring- Johnny Rocket stands in the middle of the ring with microphone in hand. He has a bruise around his eye as well as his free hand in a sling. Dozens of men in ‘Security’ shirts surround the ring. Although usually the one asking questions, tonight it seems as if he has something on his mind. Johnny swiftly looks about the capacity crowd one more time before speaking.
Johnny Rocket: Hello and thank you! Now before we get down to business tonight I would like to address someone! Vengeance! You shouldn’t have put your hands on me the other week! (The crowd slightly boos) And although Commissioner Carter hasn’t suspended you for your actions… I’m glad I got that restraining order! If you come anywhere close to this ring… you will be arrested and taken away.
That said the Aethran crowd booed loudly. When it began to wane Rocket continued.
Johnny Rocket: Now. On down to business! It seems like we have a mess on our hands. We have what appears to be five number one contenders for Whiplash’s GWF Heavyweight Championship belt, with all five also claiming to be the big man of the GWF. So in order to address this… I’m going to have to call Commissioner Carter to the ring.
With that Commissioner Carter made his way down the ramp and into the ring.
Commissioner Carter: Alright Johnny… what’s this all about?
Johnny Rocket: Why don’t you tell me Commissioner. Why do we have five number one contenders going into GWF’s Galaxian War pay-per view… and where do we go from here?
Commissioner Carter shook his head in understanding and whirled around to address the crowd, all the while pacing.
Commissioner Carter: You see Johnny. I’ve been thinking the same thing. And for some time now I’ve had an answer… however I don’t think that the fans were ready to hear it until tonight. Now… if I could please have Bounty Hunter (the crowd boos), Chaos, King Lear, Massif… and Brute (the crowd cheers wildly) come down to the ring I’ll give you your answer!
It took a while but soon all five big men were in the ring at once. Bounty Hunter propped himself up in a corner turnbuckle, with a (neck-braced and wheel-chaired) Reynard B. Guile beside him. King Lear and Massif stood next to the other buckle together. While Chaos and Brute stood just before Carter waiting on the news. Carter continued his speech addressing the crowd.
Commissioner Carter: You see… for the better part of a month now I have had a match in my head. A match that requires… six men to fulfill. Now for a while I was racking my brain trying to figure out the participants, however each of you luckily found me! Each of you fell into my hand! Almost as if this match was meant to be!
He paused a moment to let it sink in before continuing.
Commissioner Carter: Speaking of meant to be, the match… the participants and the setting couldn’t be any better than it is! You see we’re here on Aethra (the crowd cheers)! And here on Aethra the crowd prides itself with hardcore, violent… bloody matches! And as always the GWF will not fail to deliver!
The crowd cheers even louder.
Commissioner Carter: So… what I propose is this… a cage match! (The crowd cheers) But not just any cage match! This match will be the end all be all! The structure of the cage itself is made of black-painted steel… with an outer structure of 16 frames, weighing 300 pounds each. The chamber itself is 36 feet in diameter… meaning that it will encircle the ring. The structure weighs 16 tons… 10 of which consists of steel. And inside all of all of this will be four pod chambers… each one made of three sheets of transpara-glass. Two randomly selected wrestlers will begin the match… while the other four participants will be sealed inside the surrounding chambers! Now… after every five minutes, a pod opens at random and that wrestler is added to those already competing in the match! This will continue until all men are released from their chambers. In order to win this match a wrestler must be the last one standing… meaning that this is an elimination-style cage match. Participants can be eliminated inside the ring or out… by either pin-fall or submission! That is the match that I have in store for the fans of Aethra at Galaxian War! A match that I’m going to call the Elimination Chamber Match!
The fans applaud and cheer wildly at the thought of a brutal and bloody match. Commissioner Carter looks around the ring at the men gathered before him. He looked at each one in turn, noting their composure, and then spoke up.
Commissioner Carter: So… what do you say gentlemen?
Not one to miss and opportunity, Johnny Rocket produced, from his person, enough microphones for each to speak on the subject. As he handed the microphone to each man he smiled in anticipation. This was truly a memorable and historical moment for the GWF.
King Lear: So let me get this strait. It’s the five of us…
Massif: Big on big on big on big on big!
King Lear: … And Whiplash in an elimination-style cage match for the GWF Heavyweight Championship belt?
Carter nodded.
Commissioner Carter: Yes.
This time King Lear nodded in agreement.
King Lear: Ok. (still nodding) I’ll be there.
Massif: Me too!
All eyes then turned to the other three match participants present in the ring.
Bounty Hunter: Randomly selected huh? Sound’s like a hunt. I’m in.
The crowd erupts as all eyes turn toward the last two men.
Chaos: Ok. So not only do I get my belt back… but I get a chance to show the galaxy who the best biggest man in the GWF is by displaying utter dominance as always… Chaos has no choice but to except.
With that the, Aethran, crowd again erupted in applause as they waited for their fellow kinsman to respond.
Brute: Normally in a situation like this I’d tell you all the same thing I’ve been saying for years! You step up… you get put down! (The crowd cheered at Brute’s catchphrase) But not tonight! I’m going to have to pass on this match.
With that frightening shock the Aethran crowd exploded in a thunderous chorus of boos and curses. The thought of their hero backing down, now, was a thing unheard of. Drinks and thrash of all kinds made their way toward the ring. On Aethra a cowardly Aethran dog such as this should be taken into the street and executed. After about a minute the crowd began to die down again.
Brute: Because you see Carter… frankly it isn’t violent enough for me!
With that the crowd now cheered more wildly and fanatically than before. The applause was deafening. Soaking up the adulation, Brute stood a while longer before again speaking.
Brute: Work with me here Carter! This ain’t no Deimos Arena… this ain’t no Pony Dome… THIS! IS! AETHRA!
The crowd continued to pop.
Brute: Throw some barbed wire into the match!
… Again.
Brute: Toss some brass knuckles into the match!
… Again.
Brute: Electrically charge the turnbuckles!
… The cheering gets a little louder.
Brute: Hell… for god’s sakes… go ahead and charge the structure while you’re at it!
… And louder. Until finally…
Brute: But why stop there… instead of an elimination match… make it a 30 minute Iron Man Match!
They burst into violent and deafening screams of sadistic-worship.
Brute: And this… this is my last request… Whiplash is the GWF Extreme Champion… while we’re at it you might as well toss that belt into the mix as well. You know… ‘cause he ain’t gunna escape this match and defend that belt anytime soon!
Shaking his head Carter takes it in, but not without questions.
Commissioner Carter: And who do you suppose I’d give it to? The winner of the match? You want me to unify the title?
Brute smiles confidently and then continues.
Brute: No Carter! Instead of having a normal Iron Match dealing with the classic decisions… I’d anticipate things to play out similar to a Championship Scramble Match! Where I’d expect you to award the Heavyweight Championship belt to the man who get’s the last decision during match regulation! I’d imagine that you’d award the Extreme Championship belt to the wrestler who gets the most decisions in the thirty minutes.
Carter nods in agreement, but again questions the superstar.
Commissioner Carter: Well that… that’s a brilliant idea Brute. But you see that’s not the only problem we have here! You’re talking about a mega match with an unheard of structure, something so grand and exquisite it would take weeks if not months to build a cage with the specifications to what you’re talking about.
Brute smiles, and then laughs slightly with a laugh dripping in confidence.
Brute: We’re here on Aethra! Not only has this confine been constructed prior to our arrival… but it’s waiting to be picked up!
After a pause and several puff from his cigar Commissioner Carter finally gave another approving nod.
Commissioner Carter: You gotcher self a damn match Brute! (The Aethrans burst in approval.) But what are you going to call it?
Brute pauses slightly, before answering.
Brute: What am I going to call this match? (He shakes his head ‘no’) No… no little man. We here on Aethra… we’ve called this match… the Aethran Ultimate Hell-Chamber of Horrors for quite some time now!
The crowd applauds and starts chanting ‘Aethran Ultimate Hell-Chamber of Horrors.’ Seeing he had no other choice Carter shook his head and turned toward the other wrestlers.
Commissioner Carter: You have it Brute! You got your match! Any competitor can back out if they so choose.
A voice speaks from over the loud speaker.
Voice: Good! They might as well do so now while they can!
Soon the distinguished GWF Heavyweight Champion of the Galaxy emerged. He looked like a walking championship belt mount. The Heavyweight title fit snugly around his waist while both the Extreme Championship and Cruiserweight Championship belts hung over each shoulder. The crowd met him with mixed reaction. Although highly respected as the glorious champion, with numerous and bloody reigns… he wasn’t an Aethran… or Brute for that matter. As he slowly makes his way down the ramp, with each comment of “You” Whiplash angrily points a finger at the appropriate opponent.
Whiplash: You (Chaos)! You (King Lear)! You (Massif)! You (Bounty Hunter)! And you (Brute)! I have beaten each and every one of you… in the ring time and again! What makes you think that things will be any different this time around? What makes each and every one of you think that you can not only challenge me for my Heavyweight title… but my Extreme title as well? Carter! You have some nerve!
The crowd now begins to boo as Whiplash continues making his way to the ring.
Whiplash: You see… a month ago not one of you were a top contender… let alone a contender… period… for my heavyweight belt with the exception of Bounty Hunter of course! He paid his dues… he got his title shot… but in it I did what I do so well! In the end his head rolled like so many before! I executed him and his dreams at the Royal Battle!
He smiled at that remark and touched his Heavyweight title as he continued toward the ring.
Whiplash: The way I see it… if we’re talking about my heavyweight championship… then that ring should be empty with the exception of two people! Splatter and myself! Splatter earned the next shot at my galaxian championship… not a damn one of you!
Now just outside the ring he stopped and continued home with his point.
Whiplash: It sickens me to read the holonet and watch my holovision at home! I have yet to see a build up for my next title defense against my rightful opponent Splatter! Instead all I’ve seen week in and week out is the constant back and forth bickering of who’s bigger than who and who’s GWF’s big man! Well I tell you what gentlemen… it doesn’t get any bigger than me! I’m an all around GWF champion, one who has held over forty championship belts combined in my tenure here. That being said… I have also been in every imaginable match here in the GWF as well… with the exception of this one! I never back down, I never give up! I only execute the best and do so without remorse! I will see the five of you in this match… and I can promise that I will walk out with my belts… my pride and my career intact! But can any of you say the same? I don’t think so!
Whiplash lowers his microphone and then waits for what comes next. After a whisper in the ear from Reynard B. Guile, Bounty Hunter raises his mic. and speaks. Although confident he seems to be back peddling a little bit. He looks strait into Brute’s eyes as he addresses the big man.
Bounty Hunter: Fine… I’ll play your little match Brute. But since you had two stipulations… the match itself and placing the Extreme title on the line… I’d like to add a stipulation as well! I want the wrestlers who do not go home with a belt from this match to be exiled from the GWF a number of weeks equal to the number of decisions awarded against them.
Seeing blood, the shark Whiplash jumps in on the frenzy!
Whiplash: I’ll except that stipulation Bounty Hunter! However, as long as the commissioner is willing to accept mine. If indeed I do retain both or one of my belts… I need not defend any until Galacti-Mania! As it will take some time to recover from the match and the injuries that will ensue.
Chaos laugh and jumps in.
Chaos: I wish to have that stipulation include Chaos as well. Not as a viable way of recovering from this match like lesser forms… but merely as a symbol of standard. A warrior must be rewarded for undertaking a match never before sanctioned by the GWF.
The arena turns toward the commissioner, who nods.
Commissioner Carter: Agreed! I will enforce those stipulations. King Lear… Massif do you have anything to add.
Quickly, King Lear retorts.
King Lear: Only this… in the future only the winner of the match can be called or eluded to as the powerhouse of the GWF! That’s what got us all in this mess in the first place! To me… this has nothing to do with a title! Although I’m never going to turn down a title shot or two… this is more of a matter of pride to me… the one and only King of the GWF.
Commissioner Carter shakes his head approvingly.
Commissioner Carter: Done and done! Massif?
With microphone in hand Massif addresses the situation.
Massif: So let me get this strait! We’re going to be fighting in a match nothing short of complete and utter violence itself. The winner gets the bragging rights of being named the powerhouse of the GWF. Two champions will be determined… one by the last decision and one by the number of decisions. If Chaos or Whiplash wins in addition to the bragging rights they don’t have to defend any title until Galacti-Mania. The wrestlers who lose the match will be exiled from the GWF for a number of weeks not exceeding the number of decisions made against them. Is this all correct Carter?
The commissioner nods.
Commissioner Carter: Yes. Everything seems to be in order Massif. Now what would you like to add?
Without much else to wager Massif continues.
Massif: Well there isn’t too much more that can be add to this anarchist dog-pile of a match. Hmmmm… how about if I win a title… a rematch will be awarded at Galacti-Mania! However the wrestler who has the most decisions against them will not compete, and Splatter will take their spot!
The crowd cheers wildly and Commissioner Carter’s jaw drops with eyes wide open. He swallows hard and then addresses the situation.
Commissioner Carter: Well… Massif… if that’s what you want... well then you’ve got it! That gentlemen is your match! I’ll see you then.
With that he hopped out of the ring, and made his way to the back as Whiplash jumped onto the ring apron. The tension began to rise as he stepped into the ring to ‘eye’ his challengers. All six men looked around sizing up the competition as Reynard B. Guile made his way out too. It looked like a rumble was inevitable and going to happen tonight. Before he reached the curtains Commissioner Carter addressed the assembled once again.
Commissioner Carter: Oh and gentlemen… I have a stipulation for you as well! If you wish for me to honor your stipulations in the upcoming match… you cannot lay a finger on any of your adversaries until then.
Smiling he exited while the competitors continued staring intently at each other.
