GRAVEDIGGER VS SANCHEZ
Royal Blood booms through the speakers in the jam-packed First Avenue concert-hall. Hometown and haunt of event co-ordinator, Hall of Famer and Pantheon leader Corey Black who will battle Jeff Purse in the main event. The guitars are more grungy than usual; the small arena’s acoustics tested by the fluctuation of tablature heard in Out of the Black. A chorus of boos follows Sanchez as he steps out of the curtain; taking what he would describe as his rightful place front and center-stage.
Nikki Venus: David Sanchez, who’s been a one-man wrecking crew recently. Dominating Final Destination, taking out Gemini Battle and coming off of a fairly easy win on Slam against Captain Pantheon.
Joey Flash: Dave’s just starting to realize how good he is, and in Pantheon we will nurture and progress that potential until he can call himself one of the best in the world and people take him seriously.
Nikki Venus: What about you Joey? Do you take him seriously? Nobody’s really went on record and said much since he won Final Destination; and if that doesn’t make him a threat after what Logan did to you at Fifteen, then I don’t know what does.
The World Champion ignores the question, instead rising to his feet at the commentary table and applauding his stablemate who slowly walks the length of the shorter-than-normal ramp. The crowd is overcome with a mixture of emotions; predominantly hate which Sanchez seems to feed from on his crusade, floating atop the heat like the smoke which rises from the flame.
Taylor Swift: The following contest is a grudge match; and will not stop until a winner is declared. Making his way to the ring first from Bogota, Colombia. Weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-three pounds. He is the two-thousand and sixteen Final Destination winner, and the Mayor of Chicago. Daaaaaavid Saaaaanchez!!
Nikki Venus: Next up is our second to last match; one that’s been building since War of twenty fifteen and finally gets to happen right here tonight. Between a Hall of Famer and this year’s Final Destination winner. A little bit of old school versus new school if you like.
Joey Flash: What the fuck are you talking about? It’s Sanchez and he’s against Gravedigger - who, by the way I already pinned last week. Just saying. I predict a lot of grunting, and a convincing Pantheon victory. End of story.
Even T-Swift’s melodic introduction can’t sell the man with the serpent’s smile to the rabid Minneapolis cult following crammed into First Avenue from floorboard to ceiling fan. The crowd jeers and hurls trash at him as he simply drops his pace and shimmies under the top rope, the briefcase containing the Final Destination contract being handed to Taylor with a bow of respect in lieu of her glorious musical talents, or more like due to her affiliation with Creeping Death.
Joey Flash: I still think the guys in production and talent development should change which fuccin’ tribal, shanty-town this guy gets billed from each week.
Nikki Venus: That’s because you’re a racist dickhead, Joey.
Joey Flash: --- Speaking of dicks! ‘Attaboy Dave.
Taylor Swift makes to hand the briefcase to a stagehand, but as she releases the case is growled at by Sanchez, who forces her to take the briefcase out to the timekeepers are herself. Allowing the Mayor a sly observation of her posterior, or perhaps a check to see that she was not tampering with his case as she bends to exit the ring. With his music still bellowing out of the speakers, Sanchez picks his corner,and waves to Joey at the commentary table. Routine satisfied, he begins to stretch out his calfs and quads on the ropes; his eyes firmly fixed on the makeshift ramp which has been erected for this homecoming event.
Nikki Venus: Tepid applause from a few smarks in the audience tonight for the self-proclaimed next World Champion but nothing remotely strong enough to drown out the overwhelming surplus of boos.
Joey Flash: We’re in Minneapolis, the “I’ll pay for it later“ city. Most of these people’s cable got cut off in 2011, they probably don’t even know who Davey Sanchez is. And that Nikki; is entirely their loss.
“Change” by the Deftones kicks into full effect and immediately the mild disapproval from the crowd multiplies; their chorus of boos is now deafening as Gravedigger too steps out onto the tiny stage; flanked on either side by a member of MS-13, each of whom match the legend’s height and muscle tone. He walks with purpose and with anger, slapping away the hands of fans who try to touch the former three-time World Champion and Hall of Famer.
Nikki Venus: Gravedigger; set for his third match this calendar year; and third consecutive opponent that will be flying the Pantheon banners. He’s not come alone though..
Joey Flash: When does he ever? I swear these ethnic cunts grow on trees. They seem to be endless.
Nikki Venus: Mara Salvatrucha is a pretty influential street-gang Joey; an actual count of their members would probably land in the range of a five digit figure.
Joey Flash: Regardless... Mara Salvatrucha? the gang better known as MS-13 are a shower of wannabe Lobos fuccbois and they’ll probably be the only hope ‘Digger has in this match, so we can’t exactly knock a plumber for bringing his tools to work now, can we?
John Borroughs walks with purpose from the moment he becomes visible; clearly still pissed off at Sanchez for either the thrust kick or the three count in his match with Joey Flash last week. At the bottom of the ramp he throws his arms out and yells out with a look of rage on his face. The crowd continually drowns the legend in boos and his face quickly turns into a smirk as he looks out at the masses before finally focusing in on the ring, and the new challenge that awaits him.
Taylor Swift: His opponent, - making his way to the ring tonight from Phoenix, Arizona and weighing in at 258 pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for a legend in this sport and a WCF Hall of Famer. He is.... The Epitome of Hardcore… Graaaavediggerrrrrr!!
Taylor kills it again with the introduction; if ever that musical career of her’s went down the pipes she’d certainly give Kyle Steel a run for his money. As the trio reaches ringside, the two bikers walk off to one side, eyeing the crowded bar area as Gravedigger steps swiftly in between the top and middle rope. Bouncing into the ring with a shit-eating grin, he llooks straight through Sanchez and politely tells Johnny Reef where he can shove his pre-match lecture. He walks around the squared circle looking out at the crowd who have loathed him for so many years for one last time before stopping at one of the turnbuckles. He stands on the middle pad and smirks out at the crowd as they continue to rain boos down upon him.
Nikki Venus: All running jokes aside; Gravedigger is one of the biggest names in this company’s illustrious history and he looked as good as he ever did main eventing Slam against the man next to me recently. Joey; in your opinion - what are the legend’s chances here tonight as he steps into the ring with an on-form David Sanchez.
Joey Flash: Slim to none Nikki. Dave’s going to kick this relic in the skull so hard that he spends the rest of the Night wondering where Mike D is.
Nikki Venus: No bias here then?
Joey Flash: Zero.
Sanchez and Gravedigger stare at one another for a moment; their eyes locked in a heated debate as the crowd just boos both men in unison, their interests peaked by talent and not simple taste. After a little while, it becomes clear to the referee that these men are not about to shake hands or engage in a collar and elbow tie-up. Abandoning hope, he turns to the timekeeper and signals for the bell, causing both men to rush forward like rabid dogs with their collars loosened.
Nikki Venus: Right hook by Gravedigger.
Joey Flash: Left forearm from Sanchez
Nikki Venus: Another right hook.
Joey Flash: Another left forearm, and another, and another…
The audience pops ever so slightly as Sanchez drives his forearm into Gravedigger’s temple for the seventh time; the world goes bright for a moment in Digger’s existence, the adrenaline surging through his body as he finds the fight that he knew was in there. With the agility of a man much smalle;r he sidesteps number eight, a rabbit punch into David’s kidneys as he does so before hooking his arm and planting Sanchez into the mat with a Rock Bottom that makes the original pop sound like a soda can opening.
Nikki Venus: Respecto! Thirteen seconds into this match it could already be over!
Joey Flash: What the full-tilt fuck is that shit?!
Gravedigger wastes no motion, he clambers straight into the pin; hooking Sanchez by the outside leg as his two MS-13 friends already begin celebrating on the outside of the ring. He feels it, this was his time to cause destruction; not to pick up pity victories. Before Johnny Reef can even hit the mat, he changes his mind. Opting instead to drag David up to his feet and hoist him overhead into a torture rack. Stomping his feet and occasionally dropping to one knee in order to torque the hold.
Johnny Reef: David. Do you want to give up?
David screams his refusal defiantly and continues to feel as his back and ribcage is torn apart across the back of his opponent. Gravedigger smiles and growls at the same time, wrenching his arms as he stares out at the faces in the crowd; their likeness a fine painting and David’s screams a swan song serenade.
Joey Flash: Okay.--- This is getting redundant.
Nikki Venus: Care to elaborate?
Joey Flash: He could have had the arm two minutes ago; he’s leaving himself wide open.
Nikki Venus: I’m not too sure, he’s locked in that Gringo Stretcher pretty tight.
Flash gains a worried look as Gravedigger continues to bend his opponent around his back and shoulders, blissfully unaware that he has wandered ever so slightly closer to the ropes which Sanchez hooks his feet around immediately. Knowing that a rope break will serve him no favours this evening under Thirteen’s rules though he instead uses the pull to distract Digger, who leaves his face unprotected and allows the briefest but most accurate of eye gouges.
Joey Flash: Move of the night! Nine point five out of ten. Encore!
Nikki Venus: Sanchez stuffing his middle and index fingers right into Gravedigger’s left eye socket in front of the official there.
Joey Flash: And there’s nothing he can do. Blind the prick. Fishhook that old cunt, Davey boy!
Nikki Venus: Someone’s still a little bitter about the dick kick aren’t they? I think he might have to see a chiropractor first Joey. That looked like he was going on instinct alone.
Near crippled, his back in excruciating pain, Sanchez manages to wriggle free as Digger blindly swipes at the air; his feet landing firmly planted on the apron. Without thought, he swings his right leg through the ropes and kicks Gravedigger in the knee. The legend crumbles as the renowned striker plants another stiff kick into his patella; the weight of his body taking it’s toll on the ligament.
Joey Flash: These kicks are something you dread all week if you know you’re going to be working against Dave. He’ll look to knot up the quadriceps and go for the side-leg lock. Ultimately aiming to hyper-extend this senile old cunt’s knee.
Nikki Venus: You have a lovely way with words.
Joey Flash: I have a lovely way with everything. That’s why I’m Joey Flash.
Untrue to his friend’s prediction, Sanchez reaches through the ropes, his back screaming out in pain as he hauls Digger through the ropes in a front facelock. Gripping ahold of the weakened leg. Without warning David jumps in the fashion of a shinbreaker from the lip of the ring to the dancefloor of First Avenue. Ultimately causing his opponents bended knee to collide awkwardly with the ring apron; globally known to be the hardest part.
Nikki Venus: Innovative spin on a traditional shinbreaker there from Sanchez; who, if we’re going on what my partner says - will be looking to target that leg and look for a submission.
Joey Flash: Do I look like I’m reading from a crystal ball. I’m just saying what I’d do; Dave’s smart enough to take his own path; call the fucking match woman.
Nikki Venus: SHINNNBRRRREAKAHHH!!
Joey Flash: …
Sanchez can’t capitalize on this though. Instead he falls to the dancefloor himself, in agony after spending a minute and a half locked inside the Gringo Stretcher. The audience is cleared from around the railing, and just in time as an MS-13 advocate blindsights David from behind. Leaping the rail just before security ushers the crowd away. Immediately Flash abandons his post at commentary, the headset dropping with a crackle - and rushes to the aid of his fallen comrade. He viciously obliterates the tattooed Latino with a running knee strike before he can do further damage to Sanchez, his formal attire tailored for such emergencies apparently.
Nikki Venus: Get this match under control Reef! You had one job!
Gravedigger winces, his knee buckling as he gets to his feet. Another gang member comes to his aid; helping him find steady footing but quickly finds the floor himself as Flash rushes the second Latino man with a matching knee so that he can feel his fallen friend’s pain. Gravedigger grabs the World Champion around the throat with both hands and launches him into the barricade though. Winded, Flash stumbles forwards; dodging a standing lariat from John Borroughs before landing a counter-punch that rocks Gravedigger’s jaw.
Nikki Venus: Sudden Flash to Gravedigger… again.
Just as Flash realizes he has done exactly what he begged David not to do during his Slam match it so happens that Sanchez has caught sight of the situation. Visually and audibly unhappy with what has transpires, the Colombian approaches his friend and points out what he already knew. The two exchange heated words for a moment and tensions rise in First Avenue as they both clench their fists at ringside; mere feet from one another.
Nikki Venus: Jared Holmes is here now; he’s getting in-between them. Thank the lord, Pantheon must prevail.
The 6ix God intervenes from out of nowhere, noticing the impending implosion from his perch in the VIP section right in front of the bar area. He throws himself between his two friends - playing the voice of reason and hoping that cooler heads will prevail. Sanchez snarls at Holmes and Flash, telling the World Champion to do his job and commentate, to do exactly what he had done for the One Punch Man as guest referee on Slam.
Nikki Venus: Holmes seems to have calmed the situation, and my partner’s coming back over to the commentary table.
Joey Flash: … I’m back, sorry about that Nikki; did you mange to call the action without me? Who am I kidding, of course you didn’t.
Nikki Venus: Surprisingly, yes. I assume you’ll be remaining seated for the rest of the match?
Joey Flash: That would seem to be the case. It’s fine with me; try to do a guy a favour and this is the thanks you get…
Nikki Venus: Didn’t you ask him to do the same thing? You know, to let him do this on his own?
Joey Flash: That’s different though, I’m Joey Flash. I’m the World Champion. People need to know that I can get the job done on my own. Dave’s just cutting his nose off to spite his face and it’s going to come back to bite him in the ass. Mark my words.
Jared spends a little longer trying to calm the Mayor; with little to no success. After so long he concedes defeat and stops talking to the brick wall of rage in front of him; retreating to his seat at the bar where the new Mrs. Holmes waits with her Drambuie in hand. Domestic disputes aside, Sanchez turns his attention back to the man he is competing with; Gravedigger who now finds himself back to a vertical base; his ears still ringing from the vicious counter-punch courtesy of The Man with a Hammer in his Hand.
Nikki Venus: Gravedigger’s back up to his feet now, and so is Sanchez. For the moment it would seem that both MS-13 and Pantheon have exhausted their involvement in this match.
Joey Flash: Yeah. We know where we’re not wanted Dave, suit yourself.
With Pantheon taking a proverbial knee and at least the first wave of MS-13 interference handled for the time being, Gravedigger and Sanchez lock up once more; finally finding themselves in that elusive collar and elbow tie-up, still on the dancefloor of First Avenue on the outside of the ring. Digger gains control of the hold; taking his opponent’s weight up and down effortlessly with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd boos the returning legend, but he doesn’t mind; after all these years their distasteful remarks were beginning to feel like the soundtrack to his life.
Nikki Venus: Textbook belly to belly suplex from the big man in black.
Joey Flash: You make him sound like Johnny Cash’s chubby cousin.
Digger smiles as he plots his next move, watching Sanchez crawl across the dancefloor surrounding the ring like a wounded dog. He soon takes swift and decisive action, kicking his opponent in the gut so hard that it causes the Mayor to cough and splutter, mere inches from the crowd-control barrier as Johnny Reef politely reminds the legend that pinfalls must still take place inside the ring and perhaps he would care to move the match in that general direction.
Shrugging off the referee’s positive vibes, Gravedigger cocks his leg again and drives it into David’s ribcage once more; the Final Destination winner’s moans of agony fueling him to repeat this process another twice before finally finding himself in front of the commentary booth, having basically kicked Sanchez from one side of the ringside padding to the other. He eyes Flash, looking to make a statement as he lifts David and slams him back to the ground from which he came with a vicious vertical suplex that knocks what little breath the Colombian had left out of his lungs.
Nikki Venus: Gravedigger now taking control of this match, and setting the pace just the way he likes it. Sanchez is going to have to dig deep i he wants to turn this match around and walk out of this one with what would be his most historic singles victory since debuting back in June of 2015.
Joey Flash: Dave’s got the conditioning of a man with half his age; he’ll come back from this it’s just a matter of time. The man is one of the best counter-fighters in the business and he’ll get himself back in this match just as soon as the big lug makes a mistake.
Nikki Venus: That’s a mighty tall order in this match though. Gravedigger’s not exactly some rookie that’s going to get starstruck and fuck up when the spotlights are shining. He’s had years of big match experience; decades really. If Sanchez is waiting for the legend to shit the bed, then I hope he’s brought his patience by the bucketload.
Seizing the moment, Gravedigger rolls his opponent’s body back into the ring, quickly following close behind; his black attire barely touched by perspiration as he looks to make short work of David Sanchez. He smiles triumphantly out at the crowd before dropping into a lateral press. Reef is quick to react, beginning to count his opponent’s shoulders to the mat immediately.
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Sanchez gets his shoulder up at two-and-a-half, barely enough wind in his sails to shake the heavier man from the cover. Not at all surprised; a smirk forms on Gravedigger’s face as he lifts his opponent into the air once more and repeats the same spine-shattering vertical suplex, this time leaving David sprawled out in the center of the ring. Feeling froggy, he takes to the top rope with the ease and grace of a much younger, lighter man and draws the champion’s attention once more, diving from the top rope and connecting with the very points of the Mayor’s kneecaps.
Nikki Venus: Gravedigger looking to end Sanchez with Death from above but the crafty Mayor managing to get his knees up just in the nick of time!
Joey Flash: That, you miserable cunts is the mistake Dave was waiting for.
Nikki Venus: Well, this is only his third match in the space of a year, there’s bound to still be a little rust on the precious metal at this point. Funnily enough, he was looking right at you before he took to the air.
Joey Flash: I have that effect on the power-tops. They think I’m pretty.
Nikki Venus: Your hair does look remarkable tonight, what are you using?
Joey Flash: Are you serious? Call the fuccin’ match!
Worn out from the assault he’s absorbed in the opening ten minutes of this match, it takes Sanchez substantially longer than usual to get to his feet, where he stands and catches his breath for a moment before beginning to stomp away at the weakened leg of his opponent from earlier. With the viciousness of a dog eating dinner scraps, he hacks away at the knee joint, looking to weaken it further in preparation for eye his sambo leg-weave or a common knee-bar. That he’s been known to apply against larger opponents.
Joey Flash: Dave going back to that leg he brought crashing onto the apron at the start of the match, good strategy.
Nikki Venus: Over the last couple of months we’ve been seeing him taking a tendency to weaken a body part and look for the submission. I guess he got tired of just kicking people’s heads off.
A mule kick from Gravedigger is all it takes, his feet being driven with force into David’s abdomen and once again taking the breath out of the aggressor. He uses this window, and a hearty handful of the ropes to pull himself up to his feet, where unfortunately he is immediately flipped back onto the mat with a release butterfly suplex, Sanchez letting out a mighty grunt as he hoists the bigger man up and over.
From out of nowhere, the crowd boos loudly.
Joey Flash: Who in the hell are these two clowns?
The camera switches to the entrance stage as a pair of large men stand there with their arms crossed, staring intently into the ring.
Nikki Venus: Wow! Returns galore here at XIII as we are looking at Bishop and Priest!
Joey Flash: Bishop and Priest? Who the fuck is going to show up next…the Pope?
Bishop uncrosses his arms and draws an invisible line across his throat, pointing at the ring. By this time Gravedigger and David Sanchez are taking the opportunity for a breather as they both look out at the pair. Sanchez has a look of confusion on his face, while Gravedigger smirks at his former stablemates.
Nikki Venus: No, these two are former members of The Dark Side, Gravedigger’s legendary faction. They are also former tag team champions.
The boos quiet down as Bishop and Priest head back to the back.
Joey Flash: Well who the fuck are they threatening with that motion?
Nikki Venus: There’s no telling. They may be former stablemates of Gravedigger’s but they’ve also had their times here in WCF where they battled each other as well. Who else is going to appear tonight? Bobby Cairo? Hellz Angel?
Joey Flash: Hopefully someone who will put me out of my misery so I don’t have to watch these whack jobs return!
Sanchez is back to a vertical base, stalking Gravedigger as he lowers the purple and black pad on his own right knee, exposing a medical brace with metal buckles fastening it together. He fumbles with the clasp for a moment; loosening the brace just enough so that he can twist it ninety degrees, the hinges of metal now resting atop the kneecap. Without warning, he runs at Gravedigger, hitting top speed in the space of a blink before connecting with a shining wizard that causes the metal buckles to embed into, and ultimately lacerate the legend’s forehead; just above the left eye.
Joey Flash: You see Nikki, what did I tell you? All it takes is one mistake and Sanchez will make you regret everything you ever did wrong.
Nikki Venus: We’re seeing a new, more vicious side to David Sanchez as of late - he’s an ever-changing jack in the box of fighting styles lately. Any idea where that’s coming from Joey?
Joey Flash: Not a clue, he’s an angry guy. I know he trains with a new sambo instructor but he hasn’t been sparring with anyone in Pantheon since One, it’s a little strange actually.
Red is all he sees as the blood flows from the wound, a decent sized gash out his eyebrow where the hinged brace had impacted first. It blinded him momentarily; but as he lay there bleeding Gravedigger began to form a quiet rage, the referee pestering him insistently. Sanchez smiles and straightens the brace back up; fastening his bum knee back into place and rolling the pad back up.
Nikki Venus: I think Johnny Reef is calling for the ring doctor, that cut’s mighty close to Gravedigger’s eye.
Joey Flash: Not close enough if you ask me.
Sanchez is backed into a corner by the senior official as Gravedigger is ushered into the opposite one, a mask of crimson now ever-present atop his complexion. The doctor; a small man in spectacles with a receding hairline shines a small torch into the cut, and then the Hall of Famer’s retina, repeating the motion a few more times before shaking his head in the direction of the referee. Before anything can happen however, Sanchez charges forwards with a thrust kick into Gravedigger's temple!
Joey Flash: Medusa's Touch!
Nikki Venus: Sanchez with the pin!
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Taylor Swift: The winner of this match by pinfall; David Sannnchezzz!
Gravedigger is up moments later, stunned but livid. Reef is first to feel his wrathful right hook as the blood pours from the legend’s eye socket. As David celebrates and Joey applauds from commentary MS-13 immediately storm the ring, but prove to be an unnecessary commodity as the Epitome of Hardcore does everything himself!
Before the mayor can even lift his hand and sample the spoils of victory he feels the devastating blow of a Grave Marker clothesline to the back of the head, and it’s pretty much lights out from there; ironic really as he’d just won under similar circumstances.
Joey Flash: Well, at least he won. Bravo Dave. 11/10
Nikki Venus: Would you be proud of that win? Gravedigger wanted to keep going, it was Reef and that doctor who called this match; who even is that doctor? I’ve not seen him before.
Joey Flash: What does it matter? Pantheon win again. Shock, horror. Called it.
The two gang members are quick to urge Digger out of the ring and up the ramp to the makeshift medical tent which had been assembled for the event as per the laws of the industry and these types of events. In the ring, lies motionless as Johnny Reef places his Final Destination briefcase under the Mayor’s limp arm and Joey Flash sarcastically applauds at the commentary table; a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. Eventually, though, Sanchez does get up, and is met with cheers from the crowd.
As David Sanchez stands tall in the center of the ring after his harrowing victory over Gravedigger smoke begins to fill the entrance way as demons made of the same substance seem to form from within it.
Joey Flash: Da fuck is this shit?
Nikki Venus: It’s XIII, weirder shit has happened here.
Joey Flash: No, fuck this shit.
Flash gets up from his seat and joins Sanchez in the ring again as one of the smoke demons seems to drop a pile of ashes on the floor and another lights it ablaze. From the ashes rises a form that no one thought possible to see any longer.
Standing in the fire is Gemini Battle.
Nikki Venus: WHAT THE FUCK!
Holmes, Rabid, and Moor show up behind the smoke but appear to be stuck behind an invisible wall that they can’t penetrate. Sanchez is screaming at the figure that arose from the ashes as Flash holds him back, having a bit more experience with the supernatural than Sanchez.
David Sanchez: FUCK YOU… YOU’RE DEAD… I KILLED YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!!!
The figure speaks.
Gemini Battle: You did kill me, but you see in Hell there are certain rules that if you follow you can get a little bit of leeway. For example. It’s Friday the Thirteenth… the least holiest of days. I sit at the right hand of the devil and with that come certain luxuries. You see, living a life full of TRUE sin really is worth it as long as you don’t stray. You are confined by your mortal and human mind and soul. You aren’t capable of the atrocities that I have reigned down upon the world. Operation Nimbus was MY idea. It was MY execution and it was done for MY reasons. You wanted it, but you couldn’t handle the power that it contained. You couldn’t handle MY power, David Sanchez…
Joey Flash: Shut the fuck up, you cunt. You couldn’t fuccin’ handle me, what makes you think you can handle Sancho here…
Gemini Battle: SHUT UP!
Gemini points at Flash and a snake appears and wraps itself around his mouth. Flash struggles to release it from his face with no avail. Sanchez looks for any way to help but is distracted by the booming voice of Gemini Battle.
Gemini Battle: I’m not returning to the WCF. I regret to say that THAT is beyond me means. I’m not like ZMac… I’m not immortal. I can be killed and I was killed and that is the end of me on this hell above hell. But there will be another XIII thus there will be another time for me to take corporeal form once more and finally EXACT MY REVENGE. Sanchez… if you make it to another XIII I am here to officially tell you that regardless of your standing here at WCF… whether it’s at this event or if it’s in the streets of Chicago or in the bowels of hell you and I will meet on October 13th and it will be the DAY of your RECKONING!
David Sanchez: Come down right now, you fucking coward!
Gemini Battle: Not now, David. October 13th… mark it in your FUCKING calendar.
The fire subsides and the smoke clears as Johnny, Wade and Jared rush through the smoke looking for any signs of Gemini before heading to the ring. The snake vanishes form Flashes face as does any remanence of it.
Nikki Venus: What the hell did we just see here?
Sanchez, Wade Moor, Jared Holmes, Johnny Rabid and Joey Flash stand in the ring looking around cautiously and optimistically as the scene fades.
Music. Video. Break. Fuck.