Post by Toothpick Teddy on Sept 8, 2010 19:55:28 GMT -5
Freakula wraps the wire tighter around the throat of No Sold, the oxygen deprovation finally causing the thick man to release his bite and fall down onto the mat. The fans begin to clap and cheer for the monster as he pulls himself up, staring at the top of the cell. Jacques, still hanging on the side of the cage shakes his head in displeasure and scales to the top of the cell. The referee yells at him but Fureau ignores the warning.
After all, there are no DQs in an extreme cage match.
With No Sold's fat body laid out beneath him, Freakula grabs the top of the cell opening and pulls himself up to leave the cell...but as he starts pulling himseld up, Fureau stomps his foot hard onto the monster's fingers with his heavy boot, twisting and turning it to inflict as much pain and damage as possible. Freakula winces, red fiery eyes staring at Jacques in fury.
Allyson : Freakula was just about out of there but Jacques is doing everything to hold the monster in because he knows that once Freakula is out of there, Jacques is going to pay!
Simon : Not so fast Allyson, look at how Fureau pushes that heavy boot in. You know, those ain't wrestling boots, it really hurts. Fureau might've broken a finger or two of the monster!
Allyson : This is a disgrace!
Eyes glaring brightly, Freakula still manages to pull his head up, almost wholly leaving the cell. The referees wait, waiting for the rest of Freakula's body to escape so that they can make the call.
And thats when the gavel falls.
Fureau, with surprising quickness jams a pair of brass knuckles carefully hidden on his hands into the monster's forehead. Freakula releases the hold and crashes down into the cage, right on top of No Sold. The crowd expresses their disgust, a rage inflamed, spreading across the audience like a forest fire.
Allyson : Not only did that coward use a clause in his contract to get out of this match, but he is also intefering with his dirty tricks! Fureau calls himself an athlete, but he is nothing more than a piece of trash!
Simon : Coward? It was playing it smart. Like I said, Fureau is a wrestler!
Allyson : And what do you call those brass knucks?
Simon : Being smart! This isn't a wrestling match!
Allyson : The only good thing is that Fureau's disgusting representative is sprawled out, flattened by Freakula's mass. It looks like no matter what that coward Fureau tries, it is still Freakula's match to win!
Simon : Wait just a second Allyson, Fureau's climbing in!
Lowering himself into the top cell, Fureau nudges The Monster off No Sold and picks the fatter man up, groaning as he does. Picking the drunk on his shoulders, Fureau begins to climb the cell again, carrying his representative out of the cell. The referees yell at Fureau, but that's all they can do.
Allyson : Now he is going to physically lift No Sold out of the top of the cage to win this match? This is the worst screwjob I've seen in a while!
Simon : I beg to differ...this is BRILLIANT!
Allyson : Not so fast, look, the monster is stirring!
Simon : Too late, Fureau's almost got No Sold out of the cell!
As Fureau reaches the top, he begins to unload No Sold off his shoulders, pushing the man on through the hole to the top of the cell. Suddenly Fureau feels a powerful grip on his foot. He looks down and sees smoke coming out of the monster's bleeding face as he starts to pull him down, like a demon pulling a victim down into hell.
Fureau finally pushes No Sold up over the cell and the drunk stands up on the top screaming and celebrating, soaking in the anger of the fans. The referees have no choice but to call for the bell.
*Ding* *Ding*
Allyson : Absolutely pathetic and disgusting! A loser, a no name drunk like No Sold getting a win over The Monster Freakula? Fureau better get ready because Freakula is gonna tear him limb from limb for this!
Simon : It doesnt matter what Freakula wants to do now, the match is over Allyson, and come on, how can it not bring a smile on your face to see No Sold dancing on top of the cell! Its a party!
Katie Rain : And your winner, fighting for Jacques Fureau, as a result of escaping the cells...NOOOOOOOO SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fans : YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK!
As the fans boo the celebrating No Sold, Jacques Fureau has nothing to party over. The monster finally pulls the smaller man into the cell and in blind rage begins to smash Fureau into the cell wall.
The fans begin to cheer as No Sold climbs down, looking a bit scared.
Freakula : You're going to pay for this...
Allyson : The Monster finally gets his hands on Fureau!
Simon : The referees are trying to break it up!
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The referees try to break it up but Freakula swats them away like a bunch of rodents. Frekula then grabs Jacques Fureau by the throat and throws him so hard into the cell wall that it crashes open and Fureau goes flying to the mats below. The swiss man smacks into the mats outside the ring and lays still.
Freakula glares at him and then starts climbing down through the cells, looking at Fureau and wanting to inflict more damage before the entire REW security team streams out from the backstage area to calm him down.
With the fans cheering in the background and Freakula standing over Fureau's unconscious body, the match finally ends. No Sold is shown by the camera's to be cautiously running off backstage after proving to be a useful pawn for tonight's chessmaster, Jacques Fureau.
But avoiding Freakula's wrath was not something he did tonight.
Check-Mate.
Fin.
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