“Run Like Hell” plays following an explosion of red pyro upon the ramp. And the new EWC Heavyweight Champion, “Bad Ass” Matt Covey storms out onto the ramp with Lawrence Mattox ever faithfully by his side. The Bad Ass thrusts the world title high into the air with his right hand, and the International title into the air with his left hand. The fans boo his achievements, yet he doesn’t care at all. He continues on his way to the ring and slides in, where tosses both belts to Mattox. He then takes off his leather jacket revealing his “Pain is an illusion” shirt underneath. The bell sounds and the “Bad Ass” just leans back into a turnbuckle, nearly laughing at his competition. The young man turns back to the crowd and starts clapping his hands, trying to get them on their feet and to get them behind him. The crowd falls in with the act and begin clapping loudly. But they stop and return to their boos as Matt charges the young man from behind with a clothesline. The young man falls forward and onto the mat where the Bad Ass begins stomping him into the ground. He then lifts young Raziel and starts slamming his fists into his face. Raziel flails back wildly, swinging his arms in all directions, but it doesn’t help as Matt spins him around and then catches him with a hard right that knocks his ass back into the turnbuckle. Matt then walks up to his victim and begins an all-out assault, hammering his foe with hard punches until he is sitting in the bottom of the corner. Matt then begins stomping him with several hard boots before letting up and running a hand back through his hair. Outside, commentator Ryan Cole is calling the action.
Ryan Cole: Bad Ass just isn’t letting up at all here folks. He’s trying to decimate this kid… This kid who has literally done nothing to him thus far.
Bad Ass then does something over the edge… He reaches down and rips the nose ring right out of the guy’s nostrils, sending blood all over the mat and causing the guy to grasp his face in severe pain. The referee suddenly begins waving his arms wildly towards the bell keeper, and the bell sounds.
Ryan Cole: My God! It looks like this match is being thrown out due to severe brutality! I mean, beating a guy is one thing, but ripping holes into his body is another! If Ace King were here, I’m sure he’d be screaming or something. But Ace isn’t allowed within 100 yards of Matt Covey anymore…
Matt smiles wickedly and calls for Mattox who begins randomly throwing chairs into the ring. Bad Ass takes one and just begins wailing away on Raziel’s head, denting the chair severely. He then throws it out and grabs another and continues, achieving the same results. This act continues as the ref just keeps calling for the bell. The young man’s head is soon a darker color than his hair from the rising amount of bruises his face is receiving. Mattox finally stops adding to the chair count and slides in to join his friend in a total annihilation of the young jobber. The two continue tearing his body up with hard shots from the steel chairs as the referee tries throwing himself in the mix, trying desperately to stop the brutal assault. But Mattox turns and nearly rips the ref’s face off with a chair, causing more referee’s to come running. Bad Ass waves them on with a wide spread smile. And then he and Mattox begin dropping them one-by-one until the roster is out of referees. Mattox, unsatisfied still; slides out of the ring and blasts the timekeeper and ring announcer, taking the microphone and tossing it in the ring to Matt. He then clocks the belt keeper and takes the belts back, handing them to Matt as well; the fans booing and throwing items in fits of rage.
Bad Ass: Shut the fuck up, and maybe ol’ Bad Ass will tell you sorry ass fucks a little story.
The fans do the opposite however and just get louder with their verbal assaults.
Bad Ass: I SAID, “SHUT THE FUCK UP”!!! Now what you dumb fucks are seeing, some of you might call it “wrasslin’”. But I ask you…
He slams one corner of a chair directly into a referee’s eyeball, causing it to bleed, the man screaming in obvious pain. Matt puts the microphone to his mouth so the fans can hear all of the agony that the man is feeling. His screams piercing every one of the hearts in the crowd. Matt then stands back up.
Bad Ass: You see that shit? This isn’t scripted. It isn’t fake. In fact, the damage we are causing here is very fucking real! Now, on with my story… You see these belts? Yeah, I know you fucking do! One of these bitches I earned… The other was a bribe! You see, Dubose has had to sit back these last few weeks and watch Mattox and myself run over his establishment with real violence like that which has never been seen. Hell, we didn’t really run over it… More like we fucking ran through it! Wrestlers…obliterated! Faculty…destroyed! His precious Extreme Network executives…shown what pain really fucking feels like! And Dubose himself? He’s been on the receiving end of several attacks as well. And it’s all real!
Matt smiles as Mattox rejoins him in the ring.
Bad Ass: You see, that’s the price you pay when you try fucking your employees over! The paper pushers sit on their asses and use us like pawns. They toy with us till they have no more use for us…period! So what’s a used up, bad ass hell, hard as rocks, street brawler supposed to do? He goes out and begins breaking every mother fucker he sees until he takes something away from his former boss!
Matt shouts the end triumphantly as he thrusts the IN title high into the air. At this point, the fans are kind of shocked and are no longer saying much of anything. Mattox continues stomping a few officials as the story continues.
Bad Ass: Okay, so you’re the EWC president and you ‘re watching as those you’ve pushed aside, suddenly begin taking everything beneath you by force. You try and stop this from happening with your own brand of punishment… You “suspend” them with little to no pay. But you find they aren’t adhering to your judgment. So you try throwing impossible odds at them… Yet they overcome all of it! And in the end, just when you think you’ve lost the game… You resort to a failsafe of sorts. You bribe! And if you people haven’t caught onto the morale of this piece of shit yet, then let me spell it out for you! Dubose plotted backstage. Dubose made the all that Owen, Smith, and Crusher would take the fall to myself. Dubose pushed for myself to face The Boss, and in the end… When he chose the proper time, he had the ref make a fast count and hand me the EWC world title! In this way, he figured he could kill two birds with one stone. Get the Bad Ass off of his back, and cause dissention between friends.
Matt stops and lets the entire plot sink into the minds of each and every fan watching at the moment. Ryan Cole is even left in a stupor. But only momentarily as he soon realizes the EWC’s VP has joined him as well! The Boss is sitting along side him with a camera, which is feeding all of this live back to the rest of the world! The Boss gives a thumbs up to the Bad Ass who returns the gesture.
Ryan Cole: Folks, I don’t know what to say. These three men have just broken the rule of “Kay Fabe” which states that all ordeals pertaining to reality must stay backstage. And this is all being broadcasted to you good folks at home. And I…I just don’t know what to say…
Bad Ass: But in the end… We all caught onto Dubose’ stupid little trick. And it is too Dubose that I say this…FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU AND THE GOD-LIKE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON!!! Everyone is going to see you for what you really are! And very soon, we’re going to bring your house crashing down upon your head! There isn’t a damn thing you can do about it at this point, and if you don’t like that, you can always… No, this ain’t wrestling… YOU CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DIE!!!
Bad Ass begins to lower the microphone as Mattox taps his shoulder several times. Matt then looks to Mattox who is pointing towards the ramp. Matt turns again and finds the ramp filled with several members of the Extreme Network security and some of the city’s finest in blue. All of them happen to be equipped with either clubs or tazers, and two of them even have guns drawn…
Bad Ass: And here comes his boys! Trying to shut us up so you people never find out what’s going on. Well come and get us God-dammit! Then what are you going to tell these people? That it was all a “hoax”. Or maybe you’ll say it was a gimmick gone wrong. Well you can all go to hell, cause if I’m goin down, it’s gonna be fighting!
Matt drops the microphone and the Boss suddenly joins them in the ring after handing the camera to one of the fans and asking them to keep taping. Mattox pounds fists with the Boss and the two watch in disbelief for a moment as Matt slides out of the ring, running head first into the group, swinging wildly with his bare hands. Mattox and the Boss leap out of the ring and start up the ramp, but are met with a barrage of men. The fight is a valiant one, but one that they can’t hope to win… The three men are separated by three groups of authority, which are ganging upon them with brute force. The Boss and Mattox are driven around opposite sides of the ring while Bad Ass himself his held down on the ramp, four more men beating his entire body with the clubs. His shirt ripped off, and coughing up intestinal blood, Matt lays victim to the severe beating…
Ryan Cole: This ain’t right. It just ain’t…
Ryan Cole suddenly gets up from his seat and grabs one of the steel chairs. He then cracks one of the security men in the head with it and keeps hitting him. But two more of them men crack him in the face with clubs and he too is held down for a beating. The fans are really pissed now! They begin screaming and two of them make it over the guardrail in an attempt to fight the authority, but they are clobbered and beaten senseless before being tossed back over the railing. Just as all seems lost, a large black object flies down the ramp and collides with several of the security members and cops. The men begin flying as a large black truck sits over the fallen body of Matt Covey. And who should come from the truck but Crusher of all people!!! He lifts up the Bad Ass and throws him inside the truck before continuing around the ring, watching as the security begins flying over the guardrails and into the angry crowd. As he drives by, Hicks and Mattox leap into the back of the bed of the truck, severely hurt, but glad to be out of the melee. And as it nears the ramp, Ryan Cole grabs the filming camera and makes his leap into the truck. But the Boss has to hold the man down as a bullet whizzes past their heads and through the back and then the front windshield. Crusher hurries the vehicle and speeds up the ramp as an angered Boss’ lips spell out, “What the fuck?” Another shot cries out across the arena as people begin to panic. This time, The Boss watches as the bullet drops the rising jobber, hitting him square in the back. The truck then disappears through the back. Free from harm and safe for the moment; the arena is left with an outbreak of fights in the crowd; Dubose’ men receiving a worse beating than they were giving, and people panicking and fleeing everywhere…