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David Micheals vs. Robert Hope

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"The Prophet" Robert Hope vs. "The Showstealer" David Michaels
First Ever Underground Match

After weeks of psychological warfare, David Michaels and Robert Hope now enter a completely new environment. Or rather, a very old and forgotten environment. In a match, born from the twisted mind of The Prophet, they find themselves in an abandoned underground area in the city of London. A dank, rat-infested, grimy area, forgotten by all but creatures that prefer the dark to the light above. We see a ring, made of rough wood and rope set up in a large, flat area for the two men. In to this area run four staircases from higher up. The lighting in this area is sparing. A few industrial standing lights are littered around the immediate area, with very little light from fittings that were put here years ago. Past this area, it is very difficult to see where you're going, and who knows what hidden dangers are waiting to trip either man up. For the particularly superstitious members of the XWA Universe, a place such as this would have the hairs on their arms standing on end, for fear of the spirits of wayward wanderers who found their final resting place in these walls. Fitted to the two cameras that are here are torches, that will serve to follow the action, should it spill in to the darkness, where it can not be seen by the people watching on the monitors in the arena.

Both men take their time in making their way to the ring area from two of the staircases on opposite sides of the ring area. The foul-smelling light vacuum offends just about every sense the human body has, but both men will have no time to thing about any of this due to the intense hatred they hold for each other. This is, in many ways, a reckoning for both men. One that has been a long time coming, but has the potential to be over before it even begins. This bastard child of deviance and brutality known as The Underground Match may have both men shy away from ever using a train again. Getting closer to the ring with every step, the two men start to feel the atmosphere of their surroundings, feeling just how tense the atmosphere is between them. The referee looks between both men, who are alone for this match, instead opting to go at it one-on-one, although knowing Hope, his monster is bound to be lurking in the wings somewhere. And there's no doubt that Michaels knows this. The two men eventually arrive at the ring, both dressed in street gear with their fists taped, and slowly step through the ropes. Michaels, with wet hair, one of his shirts, jeans and cowboy boots stands across from the dishevelled looking Hope, who is wearing the same tatty clothing that he was wearing for David Michaels' eulogy. They stand across the ring from each other, as the referee keeps them apart until he calls for the bell in the arena.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings to begin this unsanctioned match, and both men charge towards the centre of the ring, throwing fists wildly. They both grab a hold of the back of the other's head, using that hand to keep their opponent's head where they want it to attack. Neither men flinch or relent from the violent outbursts, seemingly ignoring the pain that is being inflicted on them in order to dish it out to the other. They both start to recklessly stumble around the ring, still attacking, and almost taking out the referee in the process. Hope manages to back Michaels up against the ropes, and pushes both his hands in to the face of his opponent, allowing him to throw a knee in to the sternum of The Showstealer, allowing himself to get the upper hand briefly as Michaels' hands fall to his midsection. Hope takes the opportunity to continue dishing out knee strikes against the bare, coarse ropes in this makeshift ring. Michaels begins to cover up, trying to repel the strikes to his gut, taking most of the impact out of Hope's strikes. Hope adjusts his strategy accordingly, throwing wild and reckless hooks to the body of Michaels in an attempt to break him down. The Prophet eventually has to break away from Michaels, so as to not get tired out too quickly. He takes a couple of steps back, looking to go in at a different angle, perhaps. However, this proves to be a mistake, as Michaels springs out from the ropes, obviously not too hampered by Hope's attack. He wraps his arms around Hope's waist, and both men spin to the ground in a haphazard spear attempt. Hope tries to get the advantage in a mount position while both men are still tangled up, but is instead tagged by a couple of hard right hands that sees him to the floor. Michaels gets on top of Hope and begins wailing away at his face with hard strikes, temporarily getting the best of Hope, who struggles to get his hands up to his face. David Michaels throws Hope's arms away to attempt to get to his face again, landing a couple more strikes on target, before Robert covers up again. Again, Michaels throws Hope's arms away from his face, but this time he is greeted by a thumb to the eye from his aggressor, blinding him momentarily. Michaels has no option but to scurry away after the dirty move from Hope, in an attempt to get away from danger. Just as Michaels attempts to turn back to Hope, he is bum rushed by The Prophet, who manages to sack him to the hard surface of the ring. Michaels ends up on his side, close to the ring ropes.

The dangerous Hope gets to his feet, holding his face from Michaels' assault, and quickly gets back on Michaels' case by delivering a series of brutal kicks to the body of his opponent. Hope holds the ropes with his taped hands, using it as support as he stomps away at Michaels on the ring surface. The referee can only stand and watch as Hope delivers the pain to his opponent, powerless to stop anything in this no disqualification match. The Showstealer has no option but to roll out of the ring and attempt to escape from the feral Hope, who mercilessly follows after him. Hope clobbers Michaels in the back of the head, causing him to fall to the disgusting floor of the disused area, leaving notable marks in the grime from Michaels' hands and knees. Michaels grunts in pain and disgust equally, but doesn't have time to focus on the floor, as Hope grabs him by the hair and drags him over to a pillar that supports the ceiling of the area. The twisted Prophet holds Michaels by the back of his head and attempts to smash him in to the concrete pillar, which is emblazoned with several tags of youths who have made this area a grotesque hang out for themselves. Just as Hope attempts to throw Michaels face first in to the pillar, The Showstealer stops himself with his hands, planting them firmly on the pillar. He then cracks Hope in the face with an elbow strike, causing him to stagger away holding his nose. Michaels takes a moment to hold his head from the beating he received moments ago, but does not wait too long to follow up from his strike to Hope before. Michaels quickly grabs Hope by the back of his head, and throws him in to the edge of the ring, the hard wooden surface offering no protection for his face as it bounces off it. The Prophet lets out a wail of pain from the impact, cursing Michales through gritted teeth. He staggers away from Michaels, but doesn't manage to get too far away, because Michaels is on him once again. This time, Michaels spins him around and lifts him up for a bodyslam on the cold, grimy floor. Robert Hope makes a loud “OOF!”, as his back thuds against the solid ground, uninhibited by any form of protection from pads like you'd find in an arena. The Prophet holds his back in agony as The Showstealer approaches him again, this time yanking him up by his hair and giving him a hard slap across the face. The Prophet drops to his knees and holds his face, only to be yanked back up to his feet and whacked with another hard slap. Michaels begins to yell in Hope's face, telling him how he's going to pay for the pain that he has put Sugar through for the past month. With that, the enraged Englishman grabs a handful of Hope's greasy hair and begins to pound his face with a closed fist. The referee can only stand by and watch as Michaels tries his level best to put his fist through the face of his twisted adversary. He punishes the sick Prophet with brutal strikes, causing a  horrible red bump on his forehead to appear.

Michaels eventually relents from his attack, and leaves Hope to drop his hands to his side, puffing laboured breaths through his lips. Groggy from the assault, Hope is powerless to resist his body getting thrown down on to the floor face first, and narrowly avoids losing his front teeth on the concrete. Hope rolls around in immense pain from the impact, letting out a stream of pained screams after having his head bounced off the floor. Michaels, feeling the momentum in his favour, turns his attention to underneath the makeshift ring, with it's plastic apron. He walks over to the apron and actually just rips it clean off the ring, obviously not keen on wasting time. He leans down under the ring to find a weapon to punish Hope further, who is now on his feet, staggering around like a drunk. Michaels pulls out a toolbox, obviously left over from the people who set the ring up for them. The Showstealer throws the lid off the toolbox and plunges his hand in to retrieve a blue wrench with a rubber handle. The Prophet staggers towards Michaels, just in time for Michaels to crack him in the gut with it. The air is immediately forced out of Hope's lungs, and he falls to his knees, almost coughing up a lung. Michaels continues his attack by taking the wrench and pinches Hope's nose with it, twisting it mercilessly like he was trying to fix a pipe. Hope lets out a congested cry of pain, clawing at the arms and hands of Michaels in a desperate attempt to escape. Michaels doesn't let up, instead taunting Hope as he screams in pain:

“Yeah, how do you like that, you sick bastard?! I should use this to cave your face in, you scumbag!”

All Hope can manage to get out is a high squeal, before Michaels lets go to reveal Hope's red, painful-looking nose behind it. Hope holds his face and pushes Michaels away, constantly checking it to make sure it's not broken, but also letting out pain filled howls as he touches his tender nose. Michaels throws the wrench down on to the floor and returns to the toolbox to find a flathead screwdriver. He inspects the screwdriver, and turns back to see Hope back on his feet. He's standing with his fists balled, and intense hatred in his eyes. Hope charges at Michaels, then leaps in to the air for a flying forearm. Michaels manages to side step his airborne aggressor, and helps him to become better acquainted with the metal ring post. Hope's head collides with the metal, and he falls to the floor and rolls for a couple of feet, holding his face again. Michaels quickly makes his way over to his fallen opponent, and grabs his now-bloodied head by the hair and holds the flathead screwdriver in to the wound on Hope's head and, in a twisted display from Michaels, GRINDS the edge of the screwdriver against the cut and opens it up even more. Michaels grits his teeth at the sight of Hope's blood oozing out of his forehead, as Hope looks up at him, pain etched deep in to his face. Michaels tops off his attack by quickly jabbing the screwdriver in to The Prophet's head and letting him drop to the floor again. Michaels then tosses the screwdriver across the floor, and it skids, leaving a little trail of blood in it's wake. Meanwhile, Hope is still face down, and a small pool of blood has started to gather below his head. He tries to crawl away from Michaels, but doesn't get too far before he is pulled back and hoisted up to his feet again. Michaels then spins Hope around and pulls him towards the ring apron, then attempts to lift him up in to a back suplex on to the apron. He hoists him up, but before he can drop him across the hard apron, Hope rolls out the back of it and lands on his feet behind Michaels. The Prophet then grabs Michaels by the waist and throws him viciously right in to the edge of the ring, driving it in to the kidneys and back of The Showstealer, and causing him to drop to his knees in pain. The bloodied Hope doesn't stop there, though. He quickly picks Michaels up again and lifts him up for a spinebuster on to the armon again, dishing out yet more lower back pain. It seems that Hope isn't happy with just that, though. He grabs Michaels before he can drop to the floor and scoops him on to his shoulder, before dropping him face first in to the ring apron in a snake eyes type move, bouncing Michaels' head off that wooden surface once again. This time, Michaels falls, his head snapping back from the impact against the wood.

The Prophet lets out an evil laugh, all too content with his wicked deeds that he has just carried out on Michaels, but he's not done. He grabs a disorientated Michaels and drags him away from the ring a little bit. He then looks under the ring and pulls out a very long length of chain and a bag of something. Hope opens the bag, shakes it around a little bit, then lets out a devilish grin. He looks over to Michaels, who is now on his hands and knees, crawling away from the violent Hope. Robert Hope puts his hand in to the bag and pulls out a handful of nails! He takes them in his hand and inspects them for a second, before throwing them full-force at the back of Michaels, providing him with a healthy dose of pain. The Showstealer drops to his stomach and holds his back, the nails digging in to the flesh of his back. He rubs his back to make sure none have been embedded in to his skin, but it isn't long until Hope is looming over him once again with the bag of nails. In one swift move, Hope pulls the bag over Michaels' head and ties it shut, leaving the nails inside to dig into Michaels' head! Michaels struggles to try and get the back off, but Hope hangs on tenaciously. Hope starts to writhe the bag hard, and all that can be heard is the muffled screams of Michaels. After a short time, Hope releases the bag, then kicks Michaels in the back of the head so it hits the floor, causing Michaels to scream even louder, then frantically push the bag off his head. Surprisingly, none of the nails have managed to draw blood, though several superficial scratches can be seen across the face of The Showstealer.

Both men slowly make their way away from the ring, Michaels on hands and knees and Hope following him slowly, carrying the long length of chain across the floor. The sound from the chain links resonates throughout the eerie underground area. Michaels gets himself up to one knee, but is quickly dropped with a kick to the back from Hope, knocking him down again. Hope notices that they are near a staircase, and throws the chain on the floor just to the side of it, obviously planning something particularly horrible. Just as Michaels attempts to get back to his feet, Hope grabs hold of his hair yet again, and looks to be getting set to send Michaels in to the side of the staircase that leads to an overpass footbridge over a set of train lines. As it happens, this brief lapse of concentration sees Hope floored with a desperate low blow from Michaels, who damn near uppercuts Hope's testicles up into his skull.

Hope lies on the floor, grimacing in pain from the brutal suplex just moments ago. The Showstealer looks down at his fallen foe and calculates his next move. After a few moments of looking around, Michaels looks up to the stair railing above the two men. Without hesitation, Michaels pulls his way to the bottom of the staircase and starts to crawl up the stairs slowly, still feeling the effects of the brutal attack Hope just executed on him. Michaels climbs higher and higher, occasionally glimpsing over the railing to make sure Hope is still on the floor. He pauses for a moment, considering what he is about to do, and eventually pulls himself up on to the railing. He stands about 15 feet in the air from Hope now, swaying occasionally, trying to catch his balance. The fallen Prophet begins to stir on the ground, as Michaels watches like a hawk stalking a mouse. Hope gets to one knee slowly, coughing and spluttering after having the wind forced out of him from the big suplex. Michaels calls out to him from up top, and as Hope turns up to look at him, he takes flight. Michaels soars from the railing and lands on Hope with a brutal flying cross body block, causing both men to collapse in to the ground. Michaels flops around in pain, holding his knee which he caught on the floor on impact, and Hope painfully writhes in the grit and dirt on the floor, his back engulfed in a burning pain. The referee steps forward to check on both men, and is just in time to hear both of them spit out various obscenities from the hard impact they have both just taken.

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The Showstealer slaps the floor in pain and rubs his knee in a vain attempt to try to relieve the pain that he's feeling. Nevertheless, Michaels pushes himself to his limit and gets himself back up to his feet. He looks over to Hope, who is still flat out, and being counted out by the referee.

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Hope begins to sit up, holding his chest and midsection, breathing heavily. He does not find and sympathy from the man that he put through hell, though. Michaels approaches him and promptly boots him in the head, knocking him down to the floor again. He then begins to stomp the ever loving hell out of Hope, sending those tough old cowboy boots in to the chest and face of the demented Prophet. Hope rolls to his side to attempt to escape from the attacks from

The chain that has been used on both Evan Flare, and most recently David Michaels, is now in Robert Hope's hands! He staggers over to Michaels, who is still on his hands and knees, and brings the chain up over his head. Just as his downed opponent turns to face him, Hope brings the bunched up chain down on his back, causing it to give out a loud thud as it crushes the spine of Michaels. The Showstealer crumbles to the floor, squirming and groaning in pain, and Hope carries the long, heavy chain away up to a set of stairs where Michaels jumped off earlier. He moves up to the overpass area, where he hangs the chain down so it dangles to the floor, a few feet off the ground. He glances down to see Michaels being counted down by the referee, but stirring. Hope stalls a little bit longer to catch his breath, before making his way down the old, rusted stairs of the overpass to Michaels again. He makes his way to his fallen foe just as the referee gets to 4, and pushes the ref back. He pulls Michaels towards the dangling chain, as The Showstealer tries his best to kick himself free from Hope and get back in to the match. Hope yanks the injured leg of Michaels, causing him to yelp out in pain. Hope ignores Michaels' pained sounds and instead stomps his knee while he is holding his ankle. The Prophet manages to pull him towards the chain, and loops the chain around both feet of Michaels, then begins to pull the other end of the chain furiously, trying his very best to hang him up again. The Prophet pulls the chain as if he was a bell ringer at a cathedral, causing Michaels to slowly ascend in to the air, his arms still flailing around in an attempt to get himself free. He looks at Hope, who is now eye level, and is greeted with a sickening grin through streams of thick blood. He chuckles softly as he continues to pull the chain. As Michaels hangs above Hope, he notices the chain is actually looped around Hope's foot. In his compromised state, he looks down to the floor, then back at Hope's foot. The Prophet stops tugging on the chain just long enough for Michaels to tug at the chain that has trapped his legs. Suddenly, the chain tightens around Hope's leg, causing him to dart his eyes down about his feet. Before he can attempt to get himself free, Michaels tugs the chain again, causing him to slide down, and Hope to slide up next to him.

Both men collide, each having themselves hanging by their feet, and pause for a moment. Hope gently swings away from Michaels, then turns to face him. With both men hanging upside down, the referee holds out his arms to either side, unsure of how to proceed. It is then that Hope swings a wild punch at Michaels, socking him in the face and causing him to swing back away from Hope. The Showstealer holds his face in pain, but not for long, as he swings back and delivers a right hand of his own, causing Hope to swing too. Hope grunts in pain from the strike, but manages to shrug it off mostly, then swings another punch to the face of Michaels. This time, though, Michaels grabs Hope's arm and swings him back hard so he collides with a supporting beam of the overpass. Hope lets out a pained scream as his back meets relentlessly with the hard steel, but his pain isn't over yet, as he swings back in to another hard right hand, causing him to spin around in a circle for as much as the chain allows him. The Showstealer then gets his opponent in a headlock from behind, trying to keep him still while he delivers multiple shots to the face. Unfortunately for David, though, Hope has other plans. While the Englishman attempts to grab Hope, Robert instead sinks his teeth in to the arm of his attacker, causing Michaels to let out a shout of pain, and try desperately to free his arm from Hope. By this time, two small puddles of blood have formed beneath both men as they dangle upside down, and both look like they are starting to get dizzy. With this in mind, Hope decides to let go of Michaels' arm and spin around to face him. Hope delivers a ruthless headbutt to the face of Michaels, then works on getting himself free from his bonds. Just then, a loud snap is heard above both men, as the railing that the chain is hooked around begins to give way!

Both men look up at the railing, then to each other. They both know that if it gives way, despite not being up too high, they both land on their heads together. They look around for a soft landing, and notice a pile of crates off to the side of where they are dangling. In a rare act of teamwork, Hope grabs Michaels around the waist, and both men sway towards the crates. Just as the railing gives way, the two men manage to swing their way over to the crates and land in a crash of splinters. Both men are laid out in the wreckage, and the referee scurries over to check on both of them. The referee begins to count.

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At the count of 7, Hope begins to stir, pushing himself from the wreckage of the wooden crates. He notices the referee counting and tells him to shut the hell up, which doesn't really wash well with the referee. He continues counting, until Hope staggers up to him and pie faces him to the ground. Hope reiterates that the referee probably should stop counting, if he wishes to retain his motor functions. Hope then turns back to see Michaels still in a pile of wood, stirring every now and then. Hope walks over to the wreckage and grabs Michaels, dragging him out of the wood by his hair and mounting him to punch him repeatedly in the face. Hope's fists wildly swing at the face of his opponent, which leads to him reaching down and sinking his teeth in to the forehead of Michaels, like a rabid dog. Michaels kicks and screams as Hope's teeth pierces Michaels' skin and wounds him. Hope then rears his head and spits in to the air, implying that he's just drawn blood on Michaels. Just to make sure, Hope presses Michaels' head against the cols floor and begins to run his forearm and elbow across the area that The Prophet was biting. After a while, Hope pulls his arm back to show a streak of blood on it, followed by a sick smile spreading across the face of The Prophet. Hope looks around, and happens to notice a corridor leading to another area, not too far from where they are standing. For whatever reason, he is rather keen on bringing the fight to that area, so pulls Michaels along by his arm. This time, though, it is Michaels who pulls back, dragging Hope in to a hard forearm strike across the face, sending Hope cascading towards the mouth of the corridor. Dazed from the blow, Hope scurries to the corridor, where he pulls himself up to his feet, with Michaels in hot pursuit.

The two men continue to fight down a corridor with a couple of doors. One has a window next to it, and the other is just a door in a wall, presumably some sort of closet. With just the light from the camera to guide them, the two men fight down the old, beaten down corridor. Michaels manages to get the upper hand in the murk by dishing out a hard knife edge chop to the chest of Hope, which echoes through the alleyway, along with Hope's pained yelps. He stumbles away from Michaels, his chest practically on fire from the brutal chop. He rests his back against a crumbling wall. He knows it's crumbling, because it doesn't take long for it to give way a little bit, giving him a start, and causing him to quickly step away from it, all the while holding his chest. Michaels looks at the wall, and a look of devilish glee fills his bloodied face. He grabs Hope by the back of his head and tosses him hard in to the wall, causing it to crumble even more. Hope lands shoulder first in to the brick wall, which offers no padding at all. The Prophet shuffles away from Michaels and rests against a door for a moment, keeling over in pain from the brutal collision with the decrepit wall. He doesn't have any chance to rest, as Michaels is back on him again, and throws him in to the wall, even harder this time. He manages to take down a small part wall, exposing a hole in to a darkened room. Michaels, not happy with just a little hole in the wall, grabs Hope again and pulls him back from the wall. Robert Hope is almost crying in pain, but that doesn't stop Michaels from grabbing him by his hair and the back of his jeans and throwing him shoulder first through the wall and in to the darkened room! The already old and rotten wall crumbles around Hope as he plunges in to the darkness, and screams in pain. Michaels watches the wall cave in on itself, and part of the ceiling fall in on the beaten and bloodied Robert Hope. He takes a moment to catch his breath agains the wall on the over side of the corridor, as the referee tries to climb amongst the rubble of the wall and look for Hope in order to count him out. Eventually, he finds a mangled Hope, whose shoulder is almost certainly separated at this point. Regardless, the referee does his duty and begins to count Hope out. The Showstealer, confident that this is the last of Hope, walks over to the door that leads in to the now 3 walled room, and rests his back against it, listening to the referee's count.

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“...what the hell?!”

Michaels cocks his head to the side after hearing the referee's utterance. He turns to loom through the hole in the wall, but doesn't quite get there, as he is knocked back by the door flying off it's hinges. Michaels is knocked to the floor, and holds his face. The camera zooms in on his face, the light illuminating him, and then it pans to where the door was to see the Hound of Hell reaching past it, aiming for Michaels! The camera man jumps back in fear of the monster, as the referee is distracted by the commotion of Cerberus just materialising from the room. Cerberus grabs Michaels by the throat and yanks him up to his feet one handed, then effortlessly tosses him down the corridor a few feet. The mammoth frame of Cerberus eclipses the whole frame as he follows his victim down the corridor. We suddenly see Michaels again, as he is hoisted up to his feet by one gloved hand, then shoved in to the wall next to the glass window. The frame of the window rattles with the impact, and Michaels cries out in pain. Cerberus pulls him back and slams him against it one more time, almost dislodging the window from it's frame completely. The referee attempts to call Cerberus off, saying that this is none of his business, but those protests quickly fade away as Cerberus takes out the referee with his arm as he drags Michaels back away from the wall. Cerberus hardly even realises the referee got knocked down, as he is instead focused on Michaels, who he is throttling with his massive gloved mitt. Suddenly, Cerberus runs at the window and throws Michaels through it with one hand, knocking the glass out of the frame and cracking it in to several pieces!

Michaels lies in the wreckage of the window, away from Cerberus for the time being, surrounded by shards of glass. While he's incapacitated, Cerberus turns his attention to Hope, pulling pieces of broken building off his mangled body, and scooping him up in his arms to carry him away from the debris, throwing the shattered pieces of wall and ceiling off his mentor. It's not a long walk back to the ring, but even so, Cerberus carries Hope back to the ring and rolls him in, before going back to Michaels. On his way, Cerberus picks up the referee by the back of his pants, and kicks open the door to the room with the window that Michaels had just been introduced to. With the referee in one hand, Cerberus grabs a leg of Michaels, and begins to drag him to the ring. The unreal strength of Cerberus really shines through, showing the ability to drag a fully grown man and carry another one like a carry on bag. Cerberus gets close to the ring, and the standing lights show a beaten Michaels, covered in blood from being thrown through the window. Cerberus releases Michaels' leg in order to ship the ref to the ring and toss him in, before turning his attention back to Michaels. Just as Cerberus attempts to deliver more pain to an already battered Michaels, he is suddenly waylayed by an attack from none other than Carnage! Carnage comes running in, throwing fists and kicks to the body of the monster! Cerberus tries his best to defend from the strikes, but doesn't quite get the opportunity, as Carnage picks up the wrench that Michaels discarded earlier and clocks Cerberus in the head, flooring him. Carnage then quickly lifts Michaels up and pushes him in to the ring, and after a few words of encouragement, leaves to attend to the monster again. He turns around, just in time to see Cerberus sitting bolt upright, looking him dead in the eyes. Carnage freezes for a moment, looking at the wrench he used to lay out the monster. He quickly darts for the weapon again, and as Cerberus gets to his feet, he swings the wrench for Cerberus again. This time, though, Cerberus manages to grab him by the throat. The momentum of Carnage takes both men staggering back towards the train lines, with Carnage trying to swing at Cerberus, and Cerberus trying to halt him. Neither man fails to notice how close they are to the edge, which causes them to tumble off the ledge and on to the tracks below! They both land with a crash, out of sight of the cameras, taking both men out of the scene.

Both Michaels and Hope find their way back to their feet in the ring. Beaten, bloodied, broken. They both stand, having defied multiple 10 counts in this match, coming to the final chapter of this hellacious rivalry. Dried and wet blood speckles the surface of the ring, making for a grisly memoir of this violent match. Hope stands, holding his potentially broken arm limp between his legs. His blood pours down from his face on to the hair on his chest, with some of it dried in matted clumps. He stares at Michaels, who is holding himself up by the ropes. His torn black shirt is sporting patches of blood that hang like horrific medals pinned to it. He exhaustedly looks over to Hope, as he tries to pop his dislocated shoulder back in to joint. He stows his hatred for The Prophet long enough to stand and watch, needing the break himself. Hope clutches his arm and starts to move it up and down, cursing Michaels with each action. Eventually, a small pop can be heard, to which Hope howls in pain and regains full control of his arm. The referee begins to regain his composure from the earlier collision with Cerberus, holding his jaw after almost having it broken by the beast. Hope staggers to the corner and spews out half-coherent sentences.

“Michaels, you son of a bitch, why couldn't you stay gone?! I told you if you cane back I'd end you. Now you have...you have no one to blame but yourself. You...FUCKING asshole, you dislocated my shoulder!”

Michaels wipes his bloodies head with the back of his taped hand, sighs and replies with: “You don't do what you did to a man and get away with it, you filthy bastard!” Michaels, slumping down and panting hard, continues: “I came back...I came back to teach you a lesson you'll never forget.” Hope turns around from the corner, only just on his feet, and staggers to the centre of the ring. Michaels follows suit and pushes himself up from the ropes.

“You stupid fool. You have no idea who you're dealing with, do you? You have no idea who I am. What I'm capable of. You-”

Michaels interrupts Hope's speech with a wild right hand to the jaw, causing him to drop to his knee and grunt in pain. He rocks back on his feet, exhausted from the match, the blood loss, and the effort to talk. Regardless, he continues: “I know...EXACTLY who you are. You're a black hearted piece of scum. You're the biggest piece of festering trash I've ever seen in my life. And soon...soon you're going to be gone for good. You and your pet fr-” Hope fires back with a right of his own from his knee, catching Michaels in the stomach. The Showstealer drops to his knees and lets out a pained grunt, holding his stomach with one hand and placing the other on the mat.

“I hate you so much. You...you're so blinded by your own ego. You can't even see the truth in front of your own eyes. It's been there the whole...ti-”

Michaels fires back with yet another strike, knocking Hope down to his side in a heap. He rolls around a little, holding it desperately in pain and frustration. Michaels replies: “SHUT UP, YOU MOTHER FUCKER! We end this, and we end it right now! It's time for you to go away for good!” The Prophet struggles to get back to a knee, keeping his head down as he holds his mouth. Through his hand, he's panting hard, his shoulders heaving. He slowly lowers his hand and looks up in to Michaels' eyes.

“...remember Endure? Remember the guy who said he was sent by Kanimaniac?...who do you think that was?” The Showstealer pauses, confused. “...remember...Kanimaniac chose you...for Endure. He came back, and chose you...the man, what did he do? He handed you a note. Who do you think that was? Is it becoming clear now? Is it falling in to place? Are you connecting the dots, David?”

David Michaels cocks his head in confusion, but suddenly shakes his head and delivers a slap to the face of Hope, which knocks him down again. Hope crumples again, but this time he starts to laugh. Perhaps delirious through pain, or finally just losing his goddamn mind, he laughs. “Ah...hah...haha. I chose you, David. I...did. I chose you to face Kanimaniac.” The Prophet slowly rises up again, looks Michaels dead in the eye and says:

“The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he doesn't exist...”

With that, Hope suddenly spews green mist in to the eyes of Michaels. The Showstealer drops to the floor, grasping at his eyes wildly, the horrid green mist burning him intensely. Michaels rolls around on the floor, kicking his feet wildly and trying to rub the mist and blood out of his eyes. Michaels struggles on the floor, while Hope slowly gets up to his feet, keeping his eyes on Michaels the whole time. Just as Michaels manages to get up to his knees, Hope quickly snaps in to life and almost decapitates him with a Shining Wizard! Michaels' head snaps back quickly from the strike, and he falls forward, face first in to the ring surface. Hope lets out a primal scream, out of anger, pain and frustration, and forces himself to grab Michaels by the hair aggressively, hoisting him to his feet. Michaels hangs limp after the Shining Wizard, but Hope somehow manages to hoist him up on to his shoulders, crying out in pain after having one of his shoulders separated. Regardless, he begins to spin Michaels around in the Burning Hammer position, then drops Michaels on his head on the hard surface of the ring in a sickening thud. Michaels lands in a bloodies pile on the ring surface, as Hope lies flat out next to him. The referee looks on in shock at this event unfolding before him, but nevertheless, he begins to count both men out.

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!

7!

Hope begins to slowly get his bearings back, and reaches out for the ropes. He struggles to get there, his fingertips just grazing the bottom one.

8!

He reaches further and manages to grab the rope and pull himself across the ring. He turns himself so his back is against the ropes, and begins to slowly push himself up to his feet.

9!

The Prophet pushes his feet against the mat, struggling to get a footing. Hope finally gets a foothold, and pulls himself up aggressively just as the referee counts...

10!

DING DING DING!

Hope collapses face first on to the ring surface, the last energy sapping from him after this gruesome, blood thirsty match. The referee shouts out as loud as he can for medics to come and take care of the two bloody masses of humanity, not to mention Carnage and Cerberus, who fell to...god knows what...on those tracks. The referee falls to his knees to first check on Michaels, who had his head bounced off the mat by the spinning burning hammer.

As the cameras zoom out on the battlefield, a swarm of medics join the referee in checking all the men who have been affected by this career-altering match. The fans in the arena can't quite comprehend the closing moments in the match. Hope, obviously referring to Michaels' friend, and Hope's long time rival, Kanimaniac, and stealing his moves. But why? Is Hope just adding insult to injury by defeating Michaels with Kanimaniac's moves? Or is there something more to the story.

One thing is for sure, both men came in to this match, and they threw everything they had at the other. Whether this is truly the end, however, is a matter that is up for debate...

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PostSubject: Re: ME: David Michaels vs. Robert Hope   ME: David Michaels vs. Robert Hope EmptySat May 17, 2014 3:17 pm

Here we are. The final portion of the night. United Xtreme 2014. London, England. NOT inside the most famous stadium in the country, but in an old underground station not far away. We were introduced to the dark setting a few days ago, but now we see it in all its 'glory'. In the centre of the shot is an old London Underground platform, beside an unused railway line, complete with station. On that platform is the most basic of rings. Now mats inside or out. No turnbuckle pads, only exposed steel. Now apron curtains and now tapes over the steel cable ropes. Everything is completely basic. Hard. Solid. Cold.

Cold. A perfect word to describe the man stood in the centre of the said ring - Robert Hope. He stands inside the design in which he created, on that very may well be the final resting places of his opponent tonight. Hope looks focused and ready, as he marches around in the ring wearing boots, blue jeans and a dirty white shirt with his hair dripping wet ready for the fight of his life.


Cedar:
"And there you see it, ladies and gentlemen - the Underground Match. A match plucked out of the warped mind of Robert Hope. A basic wrestling ring set up in an abandoned underground station not far from here and the only way to win is by keeping your opponent down for a ten count. No count outs. No submissions. No pin falls. No Disqualifications and Anything Goes. This, Joey Miles, is set to be a brutal contest."

Miles:
"I think this is going to be superb. I've never seen anything like this in all my life and tonight Robert Hope is going to FINALLY end the career David Michaels. I believe in this guy!"

Cedar:
"Why the hell are you cheering for this crazed lunatic?!"

Miles:
"Because, so far, he's been the only damn guy to potentially Michaels' career. He kept him off TV for nearly a month and it was the best month I've ever had!"

Hope begins to become impatient, as we gets shots of Michaels' wife Sugar taking a seat at the ringside area inside the stadium...out of harms way. Back at the underground platform, Hope begins shouting Michaels' name, begging he makes his arrival. He doesn't have to wait much longer as The Showstealer slowly walks out from the darkness and towards the ring area. Michaels is also wearing boots, blue jeans but not any shirt, unlike Hope and his hair is also dripping wet. His fists are taped as tight as he can, as he slowly clenches them either side as he makes eye contact with the maniacal Hope. Hope smiles and invites his opponent in, which Michaels accepts and slowly climbs up onto the ring apron and into the ring. Hope backs away into a corner, as Michaels enters the ring and stands in the opposite one.

(DING...DING...DING!!!)

Cedar:
"Well I guess that makes it official...as official as it can be anyway. This one should be a helluva' battle."

Miles:
"Come on Hope. You can do this, you crazy bastard!"

With a lack of ringside bell anywhere in the vicinity, the XWA referee that probably drew the short straw when being assigned this match, indicates to the participants that the contest is under way. A very sinister atmosphere is easily detected by the fans in the arena watching on the titantron and also the millions more watching live on Pay Per View. There are no fancy lights, no well placed microphones to pick up the action, the ring has been stripped to its bare bones and there are certainly no mats. It's a dark, dingy and unwelcoming place for anybody. Only a mind as twisted as Robert Hope's could invent such a match, one which both men enter blindly. Michaels and Hope, neither man dressed in their usual in ring attire, stand in the bare ring in opposite corners. The hatred between these two has been something of an un-missable entity over the past month of so, with the entire XWA Universe hooked upon it. The ref re-informs the two men that the match has officially started, but they are both ignoring him, just staring the other out waiting for the first move. Hope, being the highly arrogant individual that he is, decides he has the right to move that first piece on the chess board and walks into the centre of the ring, the hard wood underneath him bouncing up and down with each step. Michaels stays in his corner, continuing his deathly glare, while Hope proceeds to run his mouth.

Hope:
"Welcome to my World, Davey Boy. Welcome to the place that your nightmares are found. Welcome to the place that will be your final resting place. Welcome to my World, Davey Boy..."

Cedar:
"We have been in 'his World' for the past month and it's a sick place to be. Tonight I just...urrgghhh...hope...that Michaels puts an end to this."

Miles:
"Hope puns are very hard to avoid when talking about these two, Cedar. I HOPE they don't last too much longer! HAHA!"

Michaels' usual charm, which we haven't seen since before Chain Reaction, still hasn't re-emerged as he continues that blank stare at Hope.

Hope:
"What's the matter, Davey Boy? Not in the mood for fighting?! You seemed all riled up not three days ago, now suddenly you're all mysterious? Your wife really should have accepted my proposal..."

Michaels immediately bursts out of the corner at the first mention of Sugar, his wife, whom Robert Hope kidnapped for the past month and even had the indignity to propose to last week on Vendetta. Michaels stands inches from Hope's face, as Hope begins to chuckle, delighted at the reaction.

Hope:
"Ohhhhh there he is! Played you like a fiddle. One little mention of your innocent little wifey and The Showstealer emerges. How touching...her Knight in shining armour. Shame she's working the streets above us as we speak..."

Michaels finally snaps and launches a right first squarely into Hope's jaw, knocking the Prophet back several feet before Hope appears to like it. Robert holds his mouth and begins to laugh, once more pleased at the reaction his opponent is giving here. Hope walks back forwards and demands another shot, to which Michaels duly delivers, coiling his right fist back and hitting him in the jaw a second time. Hope's entire body jerks back, again, and this time he lands on the cable ropes. The impact is an unexpected one, as the ropes actually have no tape covering them whatsoever and are just metal cable. Hope stands back up, with a little trickle of blood coming from his mouth, which actually delights him further. He then challenges Michaels once more...

Hope:
"IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT?!"

Michaels:
"...I'm just getting started!"

Hope:
"ATTA' BOY!!!"

Cedar:
"OHHHH HERE. WE. GO!"

Miles:
"LET THEM FIGHT!"

David Michaels lunges forwards, tackling Hope around the waist. Hope immediately turns to his side, as Michaels takes them both down, and grabs Michaels in a Side Headlock. Both me crash to the wooden canvas, with Hope unleashing a flurry of left fists to the top of Michaels head. The momentum from the tackle sends both men rolling towards the ropes, with Hope in particular on the offensive as Michaels attempts to gain some balance. Hope quickly gets back up to his feet and holds the top rope, stomping his right foot into Michaels as hard as he can. He then, using both feet, shoves David out of the ring under the bottom rope. Michaels, though, lands on his feet and turns around, reaching back under the ropes and grabbing Hope's feet. He yanks at them, pulling Hope down on his rear and then unexpectedly reaches in, cracking Hope in the jaw a third time!

Cedar:
"Oh, what a right fist from Michaels! That's the third time he's cracked Hope in the jaw like that."

Miles:
"I thought he shattered people's teeth with his boot, not his fist!"

Michaels then holds onto one of Hope's legs and yanks him out of the ring, Hope landing on his side and yelling out as he body thuds to the dirty concrete floor. Hope sits up and, despite being in pain, continues to have a smile on his face with blood drying on his chin. Michaels reaches down and grabs Hope by the hair, before pulling him up and smashing him skull first into the wooden apron. Michaels then, rather violently, pushes Hope's skull into the wooden board of the ring apron and repeatedly Elbows him in the back of his head. The shots are truly sickening, as Michaels is evidently in no mood for fun and games tonight. David eventually lets go, before taking a look around at his surroundings, which are obviously completely unfamiliar to him - his instincts told him to go past the announce table for a steel chair, but none of that is there!

Cedar:
"...and you can visibly see that Michaels just isn't used to this type of environment."

Miles:
"The idiot is probably wondering where I am for advice. I'm afraid he has to do it on his own this week..."

Cedar:
"Not even your handful of fans are going to buy that nonsense, Joey..."

Miles:
"You're right, you're right...I only give my superior advice to superstars that are top calibre!"

Michaels looks around and eventually finds an old lead pipe on the floor, several feet away. He goes to pick it up and turns back around, but the precious seconds pondering on what to do, gave Hope the time he needed and he kicks him straight in the gut. Hope follows it up with a stiff right fist to the chest, causing Michaels to drop the pipe and cause a loud echo as it hits the floor. Hope then bursts into life and holds onto Michaels left arm, swinging him around and then whipping him straight into the ring post. David smashes into it, left shoulder first and leans on the ring apron, holding the joint in agony. Hope then charges in, like a crazed wild man, and almost Splashes into Michaels squashing him against the post again. Michaels drops to one knee, holding it in pain, as Hope methodically moves around to the adjacent side and reaches across, pulling Michaels injured left arm around the ring post. He places his right foot on the post and pulls back as much as he can on the arm, bending it badly around the ring post, almost looking as though the joint of the elbow is about the blow out! David Michaels screams out in pain, throwing in a few expletives in the process, as Hope manically begins to laugh at the punishment he's causing.

Cedar:
"There is something seriously wrong with this guy!"

Miles:
"Well observed, genius..."

The ref is powerless to do anything, as Hope continues to pull away at the arm. After well over thirty second of torture, Hope does decide to let go and begins hunting around for weapons. He heads over to where the old underground railway lines are and drops down to the trackside area. A few, rather comical, screams and groans can be heard as Hope becomes frustrated and not finding what he wants. Michaels slowly rolls back into the ring, as Hope suddenly launches a hope old "Station Closed" sign from the trackside. He also comes across a very rusty looking chain...and another, rather weighty item that can't quite be made out that he leans on the side of the platform. He then climbs back up onto the platform and picks up the signs and chain, dragging the latter behind him as he heads back to the ring. Hope tosses the chain over the ropes and into the ring, before he slides the works sign under the bottom rope and climbs back on the apron himself. Michaels struggles to his feet, favouring the injured left shoulder heavily. Hope attempts to climb back into the ring, but Michaels cuts him off and Elbows him in the gut. He then wraps hi left arm over Hope's head and attempts a Suplex, only to give him instantly after trying to lift him with the bar shoulder. Michaels stumbles around, allowing Hope to grab him from behind and pulls him back towards the ropes. Robert then clasps both of his hands around Michaels neck and drops off the apron, whip-lashing him off and Michaels is flung face first into the metal sign below.

Cedar:
"MICHAELS...face first into the metal sign! That was a vicious landing..."

Miles:
"Not only is the station closed, but I think Showstealer Productions is about to shut up shop after that too!"

David lays on the sign, holding his face as his nose hit it pretty hard. Robert takes a moment to gather himself on the outside, before sliding back into the ring with a sinister and focused look upon his face as he reaches down and begins to push all his weight into the back of his opponent's head. Michaels' face is squeezed heavily into the dirty old station sign and Hope begins to slowly grind it left and right, causing Michaels to develop a cut on the top of his forehead, leaving a dramatic blood stain on the front of the sign. Hope eventually lets go, as the ref pleads with him to not get too violent. Michaels attempts to swing his right elbow out behind him, as Hope lets go and just cracks him in the back of the skull for good measure. Hope then grabs a large chunk of the former Three Time XWA World Heavyweight Champion's hair and drags him up to his feet, holding onto his waist and then charging him into the corner. The turnbuckles feel even more harsh than they usually do for Michaels, as there are no pads on them and his spine is driven into the top two exposed turnbuckles! He yells out in pain, as Hope holds onto the top exposed cable and begins stomping away at The Showstealer's gut.

Cedar:
"Hope wanting to deliver nothing but punishment to Michaels, stomping a damn hole in him."

Miles:
"Shot after shot after shot. This is great, Cedar!"

The fans back in Wembley arena begin to boo heavily, as Michaels is not in a good way here. A quick shot of his wife, Sugar sitting at ringside in the stadium, shows her applauding her husband on hoping he can back onto a positive foothold here. Hope has since stopped stomping and has instead decided to stick his right foot directly into Michaels throat, lifting his leg up high and driving it into him as hard as he can. Michaels clutches onto the right foot of Hope and begins gasping for air, attempting desperately to break free. Hope reminds him that he is a "NOBODY!" several times over, before he breaks the choke. Michaels drops to one knee, breathing heavily, before Hope grabs him and whips him across the ring. Michaels hits the opposite corner hard, the exposed turnbuckles taking their toll, as he rebounds out in pain. Hope dashes in, as quick as you've ever seen him, and just simply floors Michaels with a Running Avalanche type move. The momentum is that great, Hope flies to the floor losing his balance, while the rear of Michaels' head smacks into the wooden canvas. Hope kneels up and demands the ref starts to count.

1..
2...
3...
4....
5....
6.....
7......

Michaels begins to stir at the count of seven and the ref, who was going to continue as he wasn't up yet, isn't able to as Hope impatiently shoves him out of the way. Hope drops to his knees and begins a flurry of wild right hands, out of pure annoyance that Michaels started to get up. He then angrily gets back to his feet and walks over to the metal sign, picking it up and laying it in the corner Michaels was just whipped into. It leans on the second turnbuckle, as Hope kicks it in temper and turns back to face his adversary, dragging him wildly to his feet and shoving him into the opposite corner. He holds onto his left arm and drags him out, looking to whip him across. However Michaels reverses it and sends Hope across the ring instead. The Prophet, however, has the whereabouts to stop in front of the sign smiling and yelling out "WAY AHEAD OF YA!". Hope then turns and charges at Michaels, missing a wild Clothesline as David ducks it. Both men turn on the spot and Michaels quickly latches onto the waist of Hope, popping his hips and sending him flying over his head, nailing him with a Overhead Release Belly-to-Belly Suplex! The fans back in Wembley Stadium go wild, as Hope's body connects heavily with the wooden ring canvas! The momentum makes him sit up and a close up to his reaction, tells the entire story, as his mouth is wide up and yelling in pain!


Cedar:
"And now it's Hope's turn to feel what a wrestling ring feels like without any padding whatsoever!"

Miles:
"Dammit', get up Hope. It was only a Suplex, you can recover from that!"

Michaels takes advantage of the quick relapse in action, as he gets to one knee and checks out his hurting left shoulder, before stating...in no uncertain terms...that Robert Hope is the son of a female dog. Michaels then jogs up behind the seated Hope and just kicks him straight into the spine, Hope arching his back out as he loses the ability to breath for a few moments. Michaels then pulls Hope up and kicks him in the gut, placing his head in between his legs. Michaels then screams out "I'M GONNA' BREAK YOUR NECK!", suggesting that he is going for a Piledriver. Michaels goes for the widely banned move in professional wrestling, but Hope is able to dead weight the entire move. Michaels goes for it a second time, but only finds the same result. He then clubs Hope in the back several times in anger, before attempting it a third time. This time he gets Hope up...but Hope, to his credit, manages to reverse the move in dramatic fashion. He uses Michaels to lift him up, but them completely uses that momentum to flip up onto Michaels' shoulders (in the position of a Powerbomb)! Hope nails him in the face few times, before suddenly leaning back and flipping Michaels over with a Hurricanrana of all things! Michaels dramatically is launched forwards, landing chest first on the second exposed rope. Hope then, completely unbalanced from what he just did, darts across the opposite side of the ring and hits the cables. After hitting them, he remembers they are not ordinary ropes and they hurt pretty damn hard, but he gets the launching pad regardless. He charges across the wooden ring and jumps into the air, landing on the rear of the neck of Michaels with a Running Seated Senton!

Cedar:
"Oh my, that was vicious! That could have easily sliced Michaels neck apart there..."

Miles:
"Yeah, Hope could have even sliced his own legs too, which would have been FAR more worrying..."

Hope violently slides across Michaels upper back and lands outside the ring, as Michaels bounces back to the wooden floor clutching his throat as the steel cable for ropes really left its mark on that occasion. Hope checks his mouth, which has finally stopped bleeding as he wipes away the last drops of blood on his filthy-white T-shirt. Hope looks around, searching for more weapons. Behind him, near the tiled wall, is an old ticket office and waiting room. He wanders over to them, searching around with his eyes for what he could possibly use. He attempts to open the waiting room door, but it's locked shut. Pondering for a moment, Hope suddenly kicks at the door several times violently until it swings open with a loud thud. He walks inside and finds some old chairs. Not folding type, just regular wooden ones. Clearly ones from several generations ago. He takes two of them and takes them back towards the ring, throwing them over the top rope and into the ring.

Cedar:
"What in the World?! Robert Hope has come out of a waiting room with two, old wooden chairs...what on Earth is he going to do with them?!"

Miles:
"Play musical chairs for the rest of the night...the hell do you think he's going to do with them, you idiot?!"

Hope climbs back in and begins setting up the furniture, placing one of the chairs in the centre of the ring, before picking up the second. Michaels clambers to his feet and before he knows it, he's cracked over the head with the heavy wooden chair! The seating portion splits clean in the middle, as it wraps over his head. The fans in the stadium can't believe the force of the impact, as Sugar can barely watch. Michaels tumbles around, trying desperately not to fall to the floor. Hope then grabs him from behind, around the waist, and clutches his hands together. He then pops his hips and sends Michaels, chair and all, over through the air and German Suplexes him straight onto the chair! Given the angle, the chair manages to not break and Michaels spine and upper neck region hits the chair with zero give whatsoever. Michaels tumbles down to the floor, as the chair that was wrapped around his head finally leaves him be. Hope then gets back up, with a grin on his face, and demands the ref begin counting once again.

1..
2..
3...
4...
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6.....
7......
8.......

Hope stands over Michaels, taunting him to stay down, wanting his career to be over here. But Michaels, being the fighter he is, refuses to stay down and gets onto all fours. Hope lashes out in temper, stomping Michaels in the injured left shoulder. Hope then stands over Michaels back and wraps his arms around his head, viciously choking him out in a variation of a Sleeper Hold. Michaels does his best to get back up, knowing he doesn't want to pass out with Hope over him. The Showstealer gets back up to one leg, managing to force Hope off of his back and back onto his feet. But Hope, who possesses this mean streak like no one else, manages to have the hold locked in so tight Michaels' attempt at a fight back is cut short. Thee ref checks Michaels arm, which just swings around as he lifts it and Hope lets go, pushing him into the wooden floor. The ref begins counting again, as Hope heads out of the ring and heads back over to the edge of the platform he was earlier.

1...
2....
3....
4....
5.....
6......
7.......

Michaels crawls over to the cables and drags himself back up, falling over several times in the process, but does manage to break the count. Hope, however, doesn't really care...


Cedar:
"Amazingly Michaels gets back up to his feet, but I don't think Hope was looking for the win there..."

Miles:
"What is he doing?"

Cedar:
"Hope appears to be far more busy trying to bring whatever that object is up onto the platform...I can't quite mate it out though."

Miles:
"It's heavy whatever it is..."

Whilst Michaels is making a fast of a recover as he can, Hope has been busy attempting to shuffle up the object he laid on the edge of the platform earlier. Whatever it is, it appears to be rather heavy and he's having a hard time bring it up. After two attempts, he has so far failed to pick it up and dropped to the floor. This gives David Michaels time to get back up and head out of the ring. He begins to methodically walk towards where Hope is struggling with his furniture. While he does, he begins to take off his leather belts that's fastened around his jeans. He doubles the belt over and raises it above his head...and smacks it down across the unsuspecting Robert Hope's back! The contact echoes around the underground platform, as Hope screams out at the top of his lungs and immediately arches his entire body forwards.

Cedar:
"MICHAELS IS WHIPPING HIM LIKE A GOVERNMENT MULE!"

Miles:
"Oh God, you just HAD to use that stupid line, didn't you?!"

We get a quick shot of Sugar delighted her man is back on the offensive, before we hear Michaels whipping Hope a second time. Hope jogs away, not wanting any part of this, but Michaels follows him and whips him in the back for a third time. After this one, however, Michaels reaches out and grabs Hope's shirt...and rips it clean off, before sending the fourth whip directly into Hope's exposed skin! This shot is especially brutal, as he leaves a giant red mark across Hope's spine, with a hint of blood trickling free. The bloody face of Michaels looks relentless, as Hope actually begs him to stop. Michaels won't let this go, however, as Hope darts for the waiting room he opened earlier and closes the door behind him. Michaels attempts to push it open, before smiling as Hope is cowering away. Michaels then Superkicks the door, blasting it open. Hope, however, predicted this and moved away from the door and as soon as it explodes open, he charges out as fast as he can and leaps onto Michaels with that manic energy once again. The pair drop to the concrete floor, trading many left and rights fists, such has been the nature of this match.

Cedar:
"Hope saw it coming and just goes nuts on Michaels!"

Miles:
"That, is what you call, a pissed man."

The pair roll around on the old platform until Hope is flung off by Michaels. Hope scrambles to his feet, as Michaels tries to do the same. Hope then clutches onto his hair and drags Michaels completely around, looking it and seeing the glass of the ticket office window in front of him. Hope smiles and begins to send Michaels in that direction...only for Michaels to switch around at the last moment and send Hope flying face first through the window! The fans in Wembley Stadium all sort a 80,000+ "HOLY SHIT!" chant, as Hope entire upper body crashes through the window. Michaels drops to his knees, as all we can hear is Hope crying out in agony as bits of glass are stuck all over his face and upper body. As Hope's screams can be heard in the background, the only cameraman in the whole match zooms in on Michaels face and we see a sick smile amongst his bloody face.

Cedar:
"HOPE THROUGH THE GLASS! ROBERT HOPE SENT FACE FIRST THROUGH THE FREAKIN' GLASS WINDOW!"

Miles:
"Dammit' Hope! Get up! Oh he's busted..."

Hope eventually falls free from the broken window and collapses on the platform, still screaming out in pain as it's revealed to the camera the extent of the glass impaled into his body. The fans in the stadium can barely watch, as blood is now trickling down Robert hope's face from several places, as he yanks out small shards of glass. He checks his arms, which he instinctively put up to protect himself and they are also bleeding from several spots. Hope continues to scream out, but more in a laughing kind of way - somewhere, deep down inside that twisted head of his, Robert Hope is LOVING this! Michaels gets back up to his feet and picks up his leather belt he dropped earlier and wraps it around Hope's neck, forcing him up to his feet and back over to the ring area. The blood is now literally gushing out of Robert Hope's face, as David Michaels launches him forwards and into the ring apron. Hope struggles back into the ring, sliding under the ropes as he gasps for air. Michaels then notices the item Hope was struggling with earlier and decides to head over for an inspection.

Cedar:
"Now Michaels wants to bring that item into play here."

Miles:
"Well I wish someone would bloody well bring it up...the suspense of what it is killing me!"

Michaels begins struggling with the item himself, as Hope begins to gather his bearings back in the ring, while still making a massive fuss about doing so. The cameraman decides to follow Michaels and actually reveal what they have both been trying to bring on the platform. A closer inspection reveals that is an old, black, platform bench. One of those old, heavy wooden type with a metal frame. Michaels manages to bring the thing up onto the platform, falling back as he drops it to the floor. The dust that flies off the thing is rather astonishing and is obviously visibly dirty as you could imagine. Michaels gets back up, checking Hope isn't about to attack him first, and drags the lumber-some thing over towards the ring. He leaves it in front of the apron and climbs back up onto said apron. As he does, Hope is ready and waiting, cracking Michaels in the jaw again. Hope then over hooks Michaels head and lifts him into the air, over the top rope with a Suplex. However Michaels counters it and floats over to behind Hope, landing on his feet. Michaels then holds onto Hope's shoulders and jumps into the air, before pushing his knees into Hope's Spine and dropping him back with a Backstabber! Hope whiplashes forwards and hits the ropes, which in turn send him back into the centre of the ring. Michaels then, back on his feet, catches Hope as he wanders near him and folds his left leg. He then picks him up and drops the knee down across his own leg, before using the momentum to lift him back up and toss him backwards with a nice Shin breaker followed by a leg-hook Saito Suplex! Hope's knee and back is hurting all at once, as he hits the wooden ring floor hard.

Cedar:
"And a series of move and BAM, just like that, Michaels has the upper hand here."

Miles:
"This is ridiculous..."

Cedar:
"Why is it ridiculous? Because you said so?!"

Miles:
"Errrmmm...yes, you idiot!"

Michaels, using the cables, pulls himself back up and tells the ref to count as Robert clutches onto his left knee.

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Robert starts to get back to his feet, as Michaels takes a breather. Michaels then, shaking his head, walks back in to Hope and goes to pick him up...until Hope suddenly bursts into life and wraps his legs around Michaels, Drop Toe Holding him straight into the wooden chair from earlier! This time, the already weakened chair, explodes and Michaels bounces onto his back with fresh blood coming from the cut on his forehead. Hope lays on the mat, taking a moment to wipe away the endless amount of blood coming from his face, before getting back to feet. The ref is about to start counting, but Hope grabs him and shoves him out of the way, demanding that he "WILL NOT COUNT YET!". He doesn't, as he just doesn't want Hope cracking him in the face, which he is more than likely to do. The Prophet then swings around and sizes up his opponent, who is trying to get back to his feet. Once up fully, Hope walks over to The Showstealer and lifts him onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry position. He then turns around and runs towards the corner, turning him slightly at the last moment before drilling him head and neck first into the platform station sign that was placed in the corner earlier on in the match with a Death Valley Driver!


Cedar:
"OH. MY. GOD! That's it, his neck must be broken. Michaels driven into that steel sign! This is a war..."

Miles:
"This is a war and it's freakin' BEAUTIFUL CEDAR!"

The crowd inside Wembley Arena begin to chant "THIS IS AWESOME!" over and over again, while Sugar has her face in her hands, worrying sick about David after that. Michaels is curled in a ball in the corner, laying on top of the old sign, not moving an inch. The ref immediately runs to the seen, asking Michaels over and over if he's OK, but getting no reply. Hope then, rather gingerly yet still arrogantly, gets back to his feet and coldly informs the referee "...now you can count", which he duly does.

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Just before the count of ten, Michaels pulls himself up with the top turnbuckle, much to Robert hope's dismay. Michaels instantly falls back down to one knee, not really knowing what just hit him. Hope charges into the corner and stomps away, once again, on Michaels aiming for his head and shoulder. Hope refuses to stop, kicking him in the face and shoulder over and over again, completely transfixed by the thought of ending this man's decorated career here tonight. Hope eventually does stop, but only after the refs decides to intervene. Once again, however, Hope shoves the ref and this time, it's so hard, he falls on his rear. Hope belittles the ref, telling him to stay the hell out of the way or he'll get it. All this is wasting precious time for Hope, who thinks it vital to make the referee feel beneath him. Hope eventually leaves the ref alone and finally turns around. When he does, WHACK - STS - Shattered Teeth Symphony! The fans back in the stadium go wild, as David Michaels, from out of nowhere, cracks Robert Hope in the jaw with the most emotionally filled Superkick in the history of the XWA!


Cedar:
"STS! STS! STS OUT OF NOWHERE!"

Miles:
"WHAT?! NO!"

Robert Hope slowly crumbles to the floor, completely knocked out. He lands back first on the wooden floor, as Michaels falls down to the canvas as well, only connecting with that out of desperation. The ref checks on both men and takes a while in deciding what to do, but comes to the conclusion he has to count both men out here.

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Michaels is the first man back to his feet, just after the count of seven, and leans in the corner out of energy. Hope, however, manages to only get back at the very last moment and staggers for a second on both feet, before dropping back down to one knee. Michaels pulls his hair back before walking across the ring and picking up the rusty steel chain brought into the ring at the start of the match, holding either end in both hands. He then stands behind an unsuspecting Robert Hope and pulls it over his head, wrapping it around once and then pulling back on it chocking the demented superstar as much as he can! Hope stomps around, holding his arms out clearly gasping for air, not knowing what to do as Michaels places his right foot into his spine, creating even more leverage. Michaels then, in a rather twisted manner, walks over to the ropes and leaps over the top one, landing on the floor outside the ring and begins to pulls down on the chain. Hope is surged backwards, hitting the exposed ring rope cables and is slowly almost hung from the chain...only in a reverse fashion. Michaels places both of his feet onto the ring apron and leans back with all of his weight, pulling the chain back on Hope's neck looking as though he is about to snap it clean in two!


Cedar:
"Just look at the torque here, as Michaels seems adamant on now breaking Hope's neck!"

Miles:
"Oh come on, that is clearly illegal!"

Cedar:
"Nothing is illegal in this match you idiot!"

Miles:
"Shut up!"

Michaels screams out in pure anger, as Hope's frantic movements become slower and, eventually, he stops moving altogether. Michaels gives one last pull as he yells out "DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH!", before being forced to let go by the referee. Michaels gives in and tumbles down to the floor, letting go of the chain and allowing Hope to flop to the wooden ring floor. Michaels kneels down on the floor, looking up with a little smile on his face, knowing that very well may do it here. The ref makes sure Michaels is OK, who doesn't care and yells at him to start counting. The ref is almost at breaking point before yelled out and slides back into the ring, beginning his count for a motionless Robert Hope.

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Once again, the crafty and luck riding Robert Hope manages to regain consciousness in time and pull himself up to his feet...only to fall straight back down on his rear, really in no condition to compete any more. Michaels, who is on all fours on the outside, looks at the floor and shakes his head, wondering what he has to do in order to beat this mad man. He looks up and crawls over to the apron, getting a firm grip and pushing himself up. Hope has since fell onto his back again and the ref has begun counting once again, whilst Michaels climbs onto the apron.

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Before the ref can get any further, David Michaels has since begun climbing up onto the top turnbuckle and is looking for, perhaps, his patented Elbow Drop here. The fans, and Sugar, back in Wembley Stadium are cheering their country man on, hoping (pun intended) that his is the moment David Michaels finally gets rid of the demon that is Robert Hope. However, what they didn't look out for was another demon - Cerberus, to be exact, who suddenly appears on the scene from nowhere and climbs up onto the ring apron! Michaels can't believe it, as he looks down and sees the man who has tried to cripple him in the past before ever coming to the XWA! Cerberus grabs him around the throat with his gloved right hand and then, with ever bit of power he has, launches him backwards off the top turnbuckle with a variation of a Chokeslam...and sends him straight through the old wooden platform bench! The fans in the stadium go wild, with a giant "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" from all 80,000+ members of the XWA Universe watching live! The bench shatters, as the metal frame collapses under the pressure and Michaels already beaten body crashes through it!


Cedar:
"CERBERUS SENDS MICHAELS FLYING THROUGH THE DAMN BENCH! I have NEVER seen anything like that in my life!"

Miles:
"HA HA! FINALLY the big red walking sack of stupidity does something right! This one is in the bag! GET HIM HOPE!"

The ref screams at Cerberus, who just stands on the ring apron with his head cocked, who just looks down at his handy work. Robert Hope, meanwhile, sits up in the middle of the ring and slowly crosses his legs. Despite being very groggy, he's more than aware of what has just happened...he always is when it comes to Cerberus. A slowly, yet painful, grin emerges across his face as he knows he's got the whole destiny of this match in the palm of his hands. Hope then slowly turns his head to Cerberus and inform him to pick "that bastard" up, in a very cold and calm voice. The Hound of Hell nods his head and drops down from the apron, walking over to Michaels circus and reaches down. Holding onto his hair he picks him up from the wreckage and drags him over to the ring apron. He then, with ease, pushes Michaels into the ring right in front of Hope...who is just sat there, rocking back and forth, with blood still dripping down his face. Hope, with arrogance, tells Cerberus to go away - heck knows why Cerberus puts up with such treatment, but he obliges and heads off out of sight. Hope then crawls on all fours and leans his head over that of Michaels, letting the blood slowly trickle down from his forehead onto Michaels, before looking up at the sole camera on the ring apron and smiling.

Cedar:
"Hope has this match in the palm of his hands, now. Surely there is no way back for David Michaels here."

Miles:
"If there is I will actually hit you Cedar, I swear to God I will..."

He then gets back to his feet and brings Michaels over to the corner, dragging him. He then reaches down and picks Michaels up completely leaning him back first into the corner. He then reaches around his waist and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle, sitting him on the cold steel. Michaels looks completely out cold, as Hope finds the time to slap him across the face. Robert then slowly climbs up onto the second ropes and begins punching Michaels in the face, punch after punch blood goes flying in all directions from both men. Hope then looks down the camera that's on the apron next to the two superstars and informs the World to "WATCH AS YOUR PROPHET ENDS YOUR COUNTRY'S PATHETIC HERO!". He then begins to wraps his left arm over Michaels head until Hope, unexpectedly, surges forwards into Michaels and yells out in pain. The camera man takes a few steps back and we see, to everyone's delight in Wembley Stadium, that Nova just entered the ring and seemingly Low Blowed the holy hell out of Hope!

Cedar:
"It's Nova! Nova is back! She gets revenge on the man who taken her out a few weeks ago and wait a time to exact it!"

Miles:
"NO! That dumb bitch! What is she thinking?!"

Nova screams out plenty of insults to the man that attacked her a few weeks ago during a match, injuring her - she finally gets her revenge and there is no better time! Hope leans over, unable to breath, as he olds his lower region on the second rope. Michaels quickly attempts to change his fortunes here and stands up on the second turnbuckle and then holds onto Hope's head. He lifts his head up and looks Hope square in his bloody and cold eyes...and tells him "F*$K YOU!", before placing his head in between his legs. Cerberus races back into the ring, irate that Nova has turned up here and chases her out of the ring. Nova, not being the most dignified of women to say the least, stands outside the ring and flicks off Cerberus, provoking him in a pursuit...which he stupidly does! The pair dart off into the darkness, as he fans don't believe this is all happening! Michaels pulls then pulls Hope up and his legs wave in the air, before The Showstealer jumps forwards and delivers a sickening Second Rope Piledriver to Robert Hope! Hope's skull cracks into the wooden floor, as both men hit the canvas hard. His head snaps in an awkward direction and he is out cold, probably needing serious medical attention. The ref then begins to count, as Michaels leans on the ropes before slowly pulling himself up in the process.

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(DING...DING...DING!!!)

The fans in Wembley arena go wild, as the ref declares that Michaels is the winner! Robert Hope stays completely down for the ten count, knocked unconscious while Michaels makes it back to his feet...albeit barely. The ref raises a bloody arm of David Michaels, until Cerberus races back into view and slides into the ring. Michaels drops to the floor and rolls under the bottom rope, getting out of dodge as fast as he can. Nova also comes back into view, helping Michaels away, as Cerberus is left standing in the middle of the ring pulling his hair out - he was just foiled by a woman...and a blonde one at that! Cerberus looks down at Hope, confused as what to what to do, as David Michaels and Nova head out of this hell hole underground.

Cedar:
"Michaels did it! Cerberus is irate, he can't believe it...wait until Hope actually wakes up and finds out what happened!"

Miles:
"That big red retard screwed up again!"

Cerberus thumps the top turnbuckle, before we are taken back inside the stadium where Sugar is seen jumping for joy that her husband won the match and, more important, is still able to walk to tell the tale. After a few minutes of celebrations of Sugar with members of the audience in the front rows, the whole arena explodes with cheers, as David Michaels entrance music is played on the PA system!



Watts:
"Here is your winner...The Showstealer...DAVIDDDDD MICHAELSSSSSSS!!!"

Cedar:
"And here he is...after all he has been through....after all the turmoil, the drama, the shock, the pain, the agony and the disbelief...finally David Michaels has got his revenge on Robert Hope and his wife is beside herself!"

Miles:
"You know what? I give up...now damn bastard can kill this mother fucker. Screw it. I'm done. End this crappy show on your own, fatass...fuck this and fuck him!"

The delight of the watching millions at home, Joey Miles slams his headset down on the announce table in protest, as David Michaels hobbles down the long entrance ramp towards the ring where he adoring wife is now waiting for him. Michaels literally looks like he has been in a car crash and, frankly, it hasn't been far off that as he rolls into the ring and struggles back up to his feet. Sugar instantly jumps on him, smacking her lips right around his, causing Michaels to fall to both knees. The pair make out in the centre in the ring, not in a horrid romantic film kind of way, but in a "thank God your alive" kind of way. The XWA Universe applauds such a moment, as the pair get back to their feet and raise their arms in the air to the wonderful fans who have been on their side the entire time. The celebrations continue, as the XWA copyright logo fades into the bottom left corner and the show ends on a high note.

Cedar:
"Well ladies and gentlemen, what a moment and what a match. My outspoken colleague may not be happy with the outcome here, but the rest of sure hope you are. Goodnight everybody, from the United Kingdom..."
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