Wednsday Night Havok 9-19-01 - ( continued ) - Wrestling - http://maxpages.com/rmwfarchives2/9_19_01_Wednsday_Havok

We go over to X-Treme Inc. sitting in their dressing room. Madman and Rebel are playing pool whereas Pig Vomit and Sharon are sitting on a coach, obviously high. Madman tries to sink the 7 ball in the side pocket but just misses it. Nightmare is no where to be seen.

Rebel " Haha! My turn fucker.. Prepair to get beaten.. Again tonight "

Madman " Piss off "

Madman steps back and grabs his beer off the table and guzzles at it. Suddenly the door comes crashing open and an enraged Chris Heid stands.

Chris Heid " You! "

He rushes towards Pig Vomit then snatches him up off the coach and slams him against the wall.

Pig Vomit mutters, " What the fuck man? Get the fuck off me.. "

Madman pounds the rest of his beer and smashes the bottle open on the pool table. Him and Rebel, who weilds his cue stick like a quarter staff procede after him. Heid turns his head to them.

Chris Heid " This has nothin to do with you guys.. This is between me and Vomit! "

Madman " Oh yeah? Well don't you know, you fuck with one of us.. You fuck with us all? "

Chris Heid " I ain't fucking with no one.. I just want back what's mine! "

He slams Pig Vomit against the wall again.

Pig Vomit " What the fuck are you.. "

He headbutts Heid, forcing him to release him then gives him an uppercut. Heid stumbles back. Rebel raises his cue, about to smash it over Heid's head. When Pig Vomit hold up a hand he instead loosly chokes Heid from behind with the cue.

Pig Vomit " Now what's this shit your babbling about? 'What's yours'? I dunno what your fuckin talkin about.. I ain't got nothin of yours pal "

Chris Heid " Right. So I guess it wasn't you who trashed my Shooter's room and stole the ring I got for Roxanne then huh? "

Pig Vomit " I still don't know what the fuck your talking about "

Chris Heid " Oh yeah? This look familiar? "

He pulls out the flask he had found in his dressing room earlier.

Pig Vomit " Hey I been lookin for that.. "

Pig Vomit snatches for it but Heid pulls it away. Rebel tightens his grip on Heid, and Pig Vomit takes back his flask.

Pig Vomit " Looks to me like your the fuckin theif around here pal.. "

Suddenly Nightmare comes walking in.

Nightmare " Hey guys what's up? Hey! wha the uck's going on here? "

Pig Vomit " Your buddy here stole my flask then accused me of trashin his room "

Chris Heid "..And stealing my ring "

Nightmare " Let him go! I saw Shooters' room.. And it is trashed "

Madman " So? That still doesn't mean Piggy hadanything to do with it "

Nightmare " What mkes you think Pig Vomit was involed Chris? ..And Rebel, please let him go "

Rebel looks over to Pig Vomit who shrugs his shoulders then nods. Rebel then releases Heid.

Chris Heid " I found his flask among the rubble "

Pig Vomit " Yeah right "

Nightmare " So you're denyingit huh Pig Vomit "

Pig Vomit " I've been here all fuckin night.. And you know if I did fuckin rip him off I wouldn't deny it "

Nightmare " True.. I dunno Chris.. I beleive him "

Chris Heid " Well, at least I now see where your loyalties fall Nightmare "

Nightmare " Huh? I'm with both stables! I'm no more loyal to one tan the other! Maybe whoever stole Pig Vomit's flask trashed our room and left it there.. "

Heid ponders, " Maybe.. Either way though.. This isn't over "

Pig Vomit scoffs at him. Heid and Nightmare walk out the door when Madman rushes up to them and grabs Nightmare's arm.

Madman " We need to talk "

Madman begins talking to Nightmare as he leads him out the door and down the hall. Pig Vomit goes to the coach and sits back down on it, next to Sharon who is still nodded out.

Pig Vomit " Fuckin jackass "

Rebel " Well, I guess our game's over.. "

Rebel tosses his pool cue on the table then walks out the door. The camera follows him as he walks over to a vending machine. He puts a few coins in the hit the Pepsi button when someone from behind throws a bag over his head. The person then sticks him with a syring and he falls limp.

The camera cuts over to Bellevue Hospital in New York City. Specifically the psychiatric unit. The halls are packed with patients, so much in fact that the walls are barely visable. The camera passes a security gaurd who is tied to a chair with an extension cord, as it continues on through the crowd before stoping at a door marked "Blaze, B".

The camera then pans around to a patient hurrying down the hallway with a giddy grin on his face and carrying a large ring of keys. The patient's name is Johnny. He obtained his residence here aproximatly three years ago after five young boys were found buried in his basement. The courts had wanted him to land a prison sentence but due to a good lawyer and his obvious lunacy he ended up here instead.

Johnny fumbles around with the keys he no doubt took from the gaurd, trying over-enthusiastically to unlock the door. Finally though, the key turns and the door unlocks. He cries out in joy as he swings the door open. Inside, the room is pitch dark, the only light is that of the moon shining through a sliver of a wire meshed window which shines down on a shredded straight jacket. Then from the shadows, steps forward Bryan Blaze. The patient moves out of the room, giving Blaze room to exit, then escorts him back down the hallway through the crowd of patients.

Rebel -vs- Bryan "The Fear" Blaze
Asylum Match
The two reach the "Recreation Room" and the mass of other patients move out of their way, revealing the RMWF's Rebel who is strapped to a wheel chair and gagged with a doctor's mask. Blaze grins at him as Johnny goes over into the nurse's station and turns on the P.A. system.

Johnny " Welcome one.. Welcome ALL! To Bellvue's Danger Ward for this week's fight of the week! I am Johhny!! No you can't have any, they're mine! I am Filling in for Jeffery.. Who was killed by our own Champ a few weeks ago!!

The patient cheer.

Johnny " Now Tonight.. Tonight we have a wrestler from the RMWF... Rebel! "

The crowd boos and hisses at him.

Johnny " Rebel.. Is here tonight after having made a challenge.. That's right he made the challenge!! A challenge to fight our very own.. Undefeated.. Except for that one time.. But that wasn't his fault.. Bryan.. "The Fear" Blaze!!! "

This time the crowd cheer fanatically. Which isn't a surprise since most of them are fanatics. The cheer and chant Blaze's name as he steps closer to Rebel, who is still bound to the wheel chair. He begins giving Rebel a close look over, he even bends down and sniffs at him.

Johnny " That's FEAR you smell baby!! WOO-HOO!! Yeah! Oh yeah! I forgot.. I said NO! This match isn't just your regular run of the mill type of match here.. No siree Bob! Not by a longshot.. It's for.. Are you ready? "

The crowd scream " YEAH! "

Johnny " Well good for you! That's what I thought! This match is a Title Match!! It's for.. The U.S. Belt!! "

The room full of patients erupts in cheers as one of them climbs up on a ping pong table and holds the Belt up. It's constructed of a leather weight lifting belt which has been painted red and white with stripes. Attatched to the front of it is a blue painted bedpan which has a large aluminum foil star glued to it's center.

Johnny " ..And ain't she a beaut? Anyway though.. Last time the Doctor's barged in on us so.. So that won't happen again.. NO! Let's get this ball arolling alright? "

The pateints cheer, " Yeah! "

Johnny " Ummm.. This is the part where you let Rebel go.. "

One of the pateints jumps in surprise then quickly releases Rebel's restraints. Rebel pull the gag from hismouth then shoves the pateint away and stands up. As soon as h does so, Bryan Blaze plows into him with a shoulder tackle.

Johnny " ..And they're off! Bryan shoulder tackled Rebel and now's gonna give him a Samoan dro.. No! Rebel reverses to a crucifix! And the two fall onto the wheelchair Rebel was in.. Which breaks the pin.. Rebel picks up the wheelchair.. And slams it on Blaze!! "

The crowd of pateints boo.

Johnny " Now that's just not right! Blaze gets back up and whips Rebel.. Across the room.. And onto a gurney! Haha! "

The force of impact propells the stretcher down the hallway. Blaze pursues him, as does the crowd of patients.

Johnny " Blaze runs down the hall afer him.. Blast! I can't see where they are anymore! Hmmm.. "

He starts fidgeting with some buttons and knobs on the security moniters til one pick up their images.

Johnny " Open sesame! Blaze has Rebel in a Boston crab.. Hey! HEY! Th-Rebel stabbed Blaze in the arm with a scalpel! "

The stabbing causes Bryan to release his opponent. As soon as he does, Rebel rolls over with a kick that connects solidly with Blaze's chin, knocking him over into a hostpial cart full of urine samples. Th specimens shatter, lightly drenching Blaze with the urine of the insane.

Johnny " Mother of pearl! That's good piss gone to waste! Hey.. I just had a thought.. But then I forgot.. Wait.. Okay.. Yeah.. Instead of filming me here watching them two fight over the security moniters.. Why don't we just go film them directly? "

Johnny grabs a file frm the nurses' desk and dumps the papers within it out onto the floor. He then rolls the folder up into a cone, making a make-shift megaphone.

Johnny " CALLIN ALL PORN DOGS! UH-HUH, UH-HUH...Cool.. This's the ticket! Gimmie gimmie some sweet poisen baby, let's get going and get it on! "

He leaps from his seat and jiggles his butt in some kind of dance before leading the camera from the nurses' station, down the hallway, following the cheers and cries of te patients. This takes us to a room the patients refer to as the 'Don't let em bother me' room. It's not to clever a translation of 'labotomy' but what do you expect, the residence here are either stupid, crazy or both. Johnny weaves through the crowd until he brings the camera to the heart of the frey.

Johnny " Well would ya look at that.. "

Bryan Blaze is stradeling Rebel, punching the crap out of him. Rebel manages to squirm free and scurry away a few feet but Blaze grabs his foot. Rebel kicks at him while the crowd cheers Blaze on. Rebel's kicks finally break Blaze's hold on him giving him the chance to return to his feet. As soon as he does that, he kicks Blaze in the face ala a football, sending his attcker flying back a few feet.

Johnny " Get up! You ain't gonna take that from him are you?! No! "

Blaze glances at Johnny with sinister distaste in which Johnny replies with a nervous gulp. BAM! Rebel cracks Blaze over the head with a metal bedpan, which turns out to be used because chunks of shit hop from it and splatter on the floor.

Johnny " He did that on purpose! He was trying to get poop on Blaze! "

Rebel turns and begins shoving his way through the crowd, trying to flee the room. Blaze gets up, rubbing his head and rushes after him. He slips however, in the poop and falls to the floor again.

Johnny " He's getting away! "

Johnny moves through the crowd to the hallway where the camera catches Rebel running down. Blaze emerges from the room, followed by the crowd of patients.

Johnny " He went that way! He went that way! "

He jumps up and down with enthusiasm, pointing in the direction in which Rebel had fled. Blaze wipes a glop of the poop from his pants and shoves Johnny by the face to the floor with the poop covered hand and hurries after his prey.

Johnny spits, " Pleh! pleh! Why? Why? "

The patients follow after Blaze, trampling Johnny.

Johnny " Well don't just stand there do something! "

The camera rushes after the crowd and therefore the wrestlers.

Johnny " Not that! Help me up! "

The camera is set down, as it's master helps up the announcer.

Johnny " The camera! "

The camera rattles around as it's picked up again and brought back to eye level. Without a word, Johnny runs down the hallway and the camera follows him. After a few moments they catch up with the crowd and bump their way through it.

Johnny " Comin through! Watch it! Yeah! "

Through the crowd, the camera glimpses Rebel punching Blaze. It moves it's way closer til it's shot is unblocked.

Johnny " Rebel just powerbombed Blaze! Yay! Ohhh.. Now a piledriver.. Damn you Rebel! Rebel whips.. Blaze reverses the whip to a hammerlock! You go! No! Rebel you stop reverse head butting Bryan! I mean it! Ooow! Blaze turns the move to a half Nelson! What now bitch?! "

Rebel squats and beds forward, flipping his opponent over his head. Nearly snappin his own neck in the process.

Johnny " No! "

Rebel slaps on a sleeper hold, then drags Blaze across the room.

Johnny " And where do you think you're going young man? Oh no.. "

Rebel hip tosses Blaze into the chair which appears to have been his objective. Blaze jumps back to his feet but immediatly takes an uppercut that sits him back down. Rebel quickly tightens the leather straps that are within the chair's arms. Johnny goes running toward the two while the crowd seems to have changed their favorite wrestler. Blaze struggles and thrashes about in the chair as Rebel pulls down a big thong looking contraption from above the chair so that it's two parts rest onopposite sides of Blaze's temples.

Johnny " NOOOoo! "

Rebel moves quickly to a panel on the wall and turns a dial.The lights dim and Blaze writhes in agony. Johnny tries to grab Blaze but a sharp volt of electricity thrusts him away from him.

Johnny screams, " GAAH!! "

The patients start chanting Rebel's name as he wipes some rapidly drying blood from his mouth. He looks over to Blaze again who is now foaming at the mouth and viciously shaking. When the convulsions become so severe that they begin to break blood vessels and bruises start developing on Blaze's exposed body parts, Rebel turns the knob down, then eventually off. A hush falls upon the crowd and Rebel walks over to Blaze. He pushes the EST ( Electric Shock Therapy ) device off of Blaze's smoking head and snaps his fingers in front of his face. Blaze doesn't blink. Rebel pauses then removes the restraints fromhis opponents wrists. Johnny begins to stur then catches a glimpse of Bryan and starts to cry.

Johnny " No.. He was our best champ.. "

The crowd begins chanting Rebel's name as the one nominated as Belt carrier works his way through the crowd with the U.S. Belt. Blaze, though twitching, stares ahead vacantly as Rebel pulls him to his feet. He walks him over to a wheelchair and sets im inside it as the patient with the Belt approaches him. Rebel nods to him and reaches out for the Belt, in which the holder of it graciously gives him.

Winner and U.S Champ: Rebel
The camera switches back to SiD and Guy.

SiD " Well ain't that a kick in the pants? "

Guy " Pants with niggers in them? "

SiD laughs, " But thank God that match is over.. I thought I was going to last forever "

Guy " Yeah, so did I.. I have to admit one thing though..

SiD " Do you really have to? "

Guy " Yes, I do.. Out of all the ways to go out.. What happened to Bryan Blaze has got to be the most undignified "

SiD " Yeah, just like Nicholson in Cuckoo's Nest "

Guy " Yup "

SiD " I wonder if Blaze is just faking though.. "

Guy " Well, I doubt Rebel would've gone through all that trouble though if it wasn't for real "

SiD " True "

Guy shrugs his shoulders, " But then again.. This is the RMWF.. So who's to know? "

SiD nods, " Who even cares? The match is finally over.. And so s this show "

Guy " Yes.. It is at that. So.. Ladies and gentlemen.. "

SiD " Fans of the RMWF are not ladies and.. or gentlemen.. You should jut stick o calling them 'folks' like you usually do "

Guy " Oh alright "

SiD glances at Guy, " Where'd al that spunk you had at the show's begining go? "

Guy " To bed "

SiD " Ahhh.. Yeah, it is getting late.. All the more reason to say as follows... Alright folks.. On behalf of Guy and myself.. And fellow Americans too.... Good Night "

RMWF

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