Can this be given an extra 4 to 6 hours? I've been in class all day.

A 6 hour extension has been granted. Please try to show for your matches. You can actually write this in like 2-3 hours if you really try, so the extension alone is twice the amount you'd need.

The camera spins at a high angle above the ring, circling the demonic structure known as the Million Dollar Chamber. We take in its vast size before switching to one of the cameras inside as we see a cold emotionless face staring back at us, luckily with a curved pane of Perspex glass between us and the “Maniac Unmasked”, Azrael. He continues to stare as if he is a life-size statue of the superstar, before we cut to another camera showing “The Son of Sin” Dante Cross inside one of the four pods. He stands with a conniving look on his face, intent on bringing about as much pain as possible in the match. We are then treated to the sight of “The Brash British Bastard”, Chris Dolmeth, who is doing pull-ups in his pod, grabbing onto the chain and hoisting himself upwards. The ex-mercenary and now militant believer in the “Cult of Azazel” means business, unwilling to show any break in concentration or worry about tonight. The final person to secure a pod in tonight’s Million Dollar Chamber main event is “The Natural” Mark Storey, he stands in his pod with a perplexed look on his face, surveying his opponents, a list of: a cult member, a demented zealot/sadist, a schizophrenic, all in the pods around the ring, along with his two other opponents starting the match, a man that simply does not care about what’s going on and simply does as he pleases, in Ryan Quill, and a man so deluded that calls himself “Big Match John”, despite only debuting last week, albeit in the most convincing fashion of all the qualifying matches. Feeling like the only ‘normal’ one in a chamber full of hated or not generally liked superstars, Mark’s thoughts are reaffirmed by the audience who chant for his inclusion, as well as a portion of the crowd chanting for the newcomer, John Blade.

Ted Cedar: “A structure filled with some of the biggest misfits in this company, David. That hellacious cage is a place I would not want to be taking up a temporary residence.”

David Michaels: “I’ll have to agree with you there, Ted. However, with that Million Dollar Championship on the line, I’d take up my temporary residence in the pod that opens last. There are two keys to this match: stay fresh and eliminate fast. However, with the endurance of some of the superstars in this match, it will be hard to couple those two keys.”

Ted Cedar: “Let’s not forget that along with 5 other dangerous superstars, you have to worry about your surroundings. The housing is created of steel floors and steel chain for the walls, the pods are a Perspex glass, this cage is like a dream stipulation that came from the minds of Dante Cross and Chris Dolmeth.”

David Michaels: “Maybe so, but I wouldn’t give them an outright advantage here because of it. We sure as hell don’t know what goes on in Azrael’s mind, and we know that Mark Storey is more than capable in a stipulation like this. Ryan Quill doesn’t give a damn whether he was in first or last and that potentially makes him the most dangerous one in there.”

With that being said, the bell is rung by the referee, Ryu Sanu, locked in the chamber with the superstars. The XWA graphic for the Million Dollar Championship flashes on the screen for those at home, allowing this match to get underway. Ryab Quill bursts from his stance and immediately knocks Blade to the mat with a huge clothesline. The two physically-even superstars find themselves face to face quite quickly as John bounces back to his feet. This allows Quill to perform another clothesline, but this time grabs John’s right arm as he’s falling to the canvas. He hits the mat but he then pulled upwards into a seated position by Quill. The Australian then clobbers John in the face with a massive knee, knocking him onto his back once more. Instead of covering, Ryan dashes towards a parallel rope and rebounds off of it before leaping into the air and crashing down on John with a back senton! John jerks up just after impact, quite obviously winded, before being pushed down and covered by Ryan. Sanu dives to the mat to count, ONE! TWONO! Blade is able to get a shoulder off of the mat, which seems to piss Ryan off, who swings a leg over John’s body and simply sits on his chest. He then pulls John from the mat via his head and starts to lay in some hard right hands to his forehead! With just under four minutes until a new competitor joins the fray, Ryan has enough time to inflict some pain and eliminate John for good measure. Unsatisfied with the lack of blood from John’s forehead, Ryan stands, and grabs John’s hand as he does so. “Big Match John”, in his first big match in XWA, is dragged to his feet and pulled towards the ropes. Doubled over, he is then booted in the side and falls through the gap between the middle and top rope, crashing on to the raised steel flooring. Ryan joins John on the outside and pulls him to a stance once again. Then, with a big pull, he Irish Whips John right into one of the Perspex chamber pods! The crowd let out an “oooh” whilst wincing at John as he slides down the glass and into a limp heap.

Ted Cedar: “My God! That was horrendous!”

David Michaels: “Well this is where John belongs, right? In the big match.”

The camera focuses on John before we see Ryan walk towards him, but Quill ignores his fallen opponent and takes issue with the man inside the pod, Azrael, who despite having a human flung into the side of his pod, hasn’t moved a muscle. The “Devil’s Reject” stares straight into the middle of the ring, and towards the pod directly opposite him, housing Mark Storey. The camera shows Quill banging on the side of the pod, yelling and shouting at Azrael to get his attention. The camera then pans around to Mark who starts to question whether Azrael is staring directly at him, pointing at his chest, as if to ask “Me?” Mark leans on the side of his pod and meanwhile, Ryan enters the ring, frustrated with Azrael. He climbs two of the ropes and starts to bang on the front of Azrael’s glass. Finally Azrael’s gaze towards nothing (inadvertently towards Mark) breaks and looks upwards towards Ryan, but is still yet to make a move. Suddenly the “Zealot of the Void” bangs the inside of the pod with both of his fists, somewhat startling and catching Quill off-guard, making him flinch backwards. His facial expression changes to direct anger and then to surprise as John interjects his head between Ryan’s legs and hauls him from the second rope, higher into the air and down into the middle of the ring with a powerbomb! Not finished there, John keeps a hold of his opponent and lifts Quill up into the air again and slams him back down in the same spot. Quill tries to fight back but finds himself in the exact same predicament as he is hoisted up and slammed down for a third and final time, completing “Big Match John’s” triple powerbomb signature move! With Quill flat on his back, John keeps in place and shifts his weight for a pin attempt. Sanu kneels onto the mat and counts! ONE! TW-NO! Quill is able to force his shoulder up, keeping himself in the match as the crowd boo before breaking into a count of their own! TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! The arena falls into darkness and lights begin to flash over each of the pods signifying the next superstar to enter! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! BUZZZ!

Ted Cedar: “And here comes Azrael!”

David Michaels: “Quill may regret his previous actions.”

Azrael exits his pod and immediately enters the ring. In the centre, John turns towards Azrael, leaving Quill at his feet. John doesn’t get to move of his own free will however as Azrael hits him like a freight train with a giant clothesline, seemingly straight from hell he appropriately calls, for this situation, Here’s Johnny! Blade is flattened and lays on the canvas, knocked loopy. Azrael covers John as the official makes the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! Pushing John in the face for good measure, Azrael gets to his feet and instantly turns his attention to Quill, now on all fours trying to find a place to get to his feet.

Laura Watts: “John Blade has been eliminated!”

With John’s dreams of being Million Dollar Champion shattered, Azrael tries to shatter Quill’s dreams, literally. With Quill on all fours, Azrael stomps him in the middle of his back before forcing Quill under the bottom rope with his feet. The Australian rolls onto the metal flooring and to his demise as Azrael exits after him and grabs his head. Then, literally intend on shattering the dreams inside Quill’s head, Azrael starts to smash Quill’s face and forehead against the hard, steel floor. Ravage. The onslaught usually involves an exposed turnbuckle but Azrael is right at home here in the hellacious structure. Blade exits the cage and the doors are locked once again as Azrael starts to laugh maniacally, peeling Quill from the floor to reveal a small cut on his forehead, the blood trickling out. The unpredictable schizophrenic takes his free hand and wipes the blood with his index finger. He stares at it before putting it in his mouth, licking the blood of his foe from his fingertip, much to the fans disgust. He laughs before putting his finger back on the cut and driving it down with force trying to wedge it open and create a mangled hole. He eventually gets bored and stands with his arms out wide, a shower of boos raining down on him as he laughs. Suddenly he stops laughing and stares, as if he hears a voice in his head. Without hesitation he turns and stares towards Chris Dolmeth. “The Unorthodonist” stands in his pod and stares coldly back as Azrael points at him. Quill starts to stir, holding his head in pain as the camera catches the stare down between two fairly large, similar looking men. The arena darkens once more and the lights begin to alternatively flash over each of the pods. The crowd chant along with the count once again. TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! BUZZZ! The light makes a halt over a pod and the pod is unlocked. We switch back to the camera inside the ring and we can clearly see that Chris Dolmeth’s pod is unlocked. As if the God’s above had spoken to Azrael, he was completely correct. Dolmeth exits his pod and the two men enter the ring.

Ted Cedar: “What the?! How did he know? What?!”

David Michaels: “This will be brutal.”

The ex-mercenary and the Pennsylvanian collide in the centre of the ring and exchange hard blows. Neither man is particularly liked, though Dolmeth tends to get a slightly warmer reaction for his punches. Unwilling to suffer the same fate as John Blade or the pain endured by Ryan Quill, Dolmeth hits Azrael a swift kick in the balls, forcing his foe to his knees. With Azrael kneeling, Dolmeth walks away from his enemy before changing his tune and delivering a jaw-shattering superkick to Azrael! Dolmeth stares down at Azrael who curls into the foetal position before turning around into a signature superkick delivered by Ryan Quill! The superkick from seemingly nowhere sends Dolmeth backwards right onto the top of Azrael! Wasting little time, Ryan quickens his pace and bounds off the ropes behind him before jumping up and landing in a seated position atop of Dolmeth’s chest! The impact makes its way down through Dolmeth and onto Azrael. The 265 pound Quill stays in position, his ass firmly on the chest of the even heavier 278 pound Dolmeth, the combined weight of over 500 pounds pressures down on Azrael’s chest, keeping his shoulders square on the mat. Ryu Sanu kneels and begins the count despite Azrael’s now frantic squirming and shuffling. ONE! TWO! THREE! Quick to escape the wrath of Azrael, Quill runs to the nearest ropes and exits the ring, running into Azrael’s old pod and closing the door, protecting himself. Back in the ring, Azrael is livid, pushing Dolmeth off of him and getting to his feet. Ryu tries to restrain Azrael, but Azrael pushes him away. As Ryu calls for extra personnel to enter the cage, the “Devil’s Reject” pulls Dolmeth to his feet and drives hard knees into his gut. He forces him towards the ring ropes Ryan exited and takes Dolmeth to the outside. He wraps his hand around Dolmeth’s throat, and shoots an intensive glare towards Quill who is intent on keeping the door closed over. Azrael the pulls Dolmeth’s equally large frame upwards and inside of slamming him across his knee he flings him without care towards the Perspex door, crashing it on impact!

Ted Cedar: “My GOD! He broke the glass! Dolmeth has gone through that glass door and into Ryan Quill! Get him outta there!”

David Michaels: “He is furious. Ryan, if he makes it out of this match, will have to watch his back because that is one pissed off schizophrenic.”

Laura Watts: “Azrael has been eliminated!”

The ring personnel scrambles and pulls Azrael back into the ring as the crowd continue to go wild in response to what happened, despite not necessarily liking Azrael. The personnel continues to remove Azrael, pushing him away from his carnage and towards the exit across the cage. Ryan watches from the heap he’s in to see the cage close once more before pushing the broken pieces of glass away from him and uses the chain to pull himself to his feet. He tries to step over Chris who seems to be out of it temporarily. He steps over his foe as the arena falls to darkness and the countdown begins once again with the crowds input. TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! BUZZZ! The flashing lights land on the next competitor, “The Elite of Elites” Mark Storey, who is going to have to live up to that nickname here tonight in order to win the Million Dollar Championship. The former Lionheart and, most recently, Tag Champion exits his pod and enters the ring. Quill looks at him, then back to Dolmeth, prompting Mark to do the same. They look back at one another, and without a word spoke or motion made, Mark exits the ring and the two men go towards the fallen British cult follower.  The Reverend in the “Kvlt of Azazel” is pulled through the broken glass pieces and out of the pod. His opponents grab an arm each and drag him to his feet. Doubled over, Dolmeth can only be eliminated within the ring ropes. Knowing this, Storey and Quill hook one of Dolmeth’s arms around each of the necks and pull. However, Dolmeth doesn’t budge. With the move blocked, Mark and Ryan unhook Chris’ arms and look at each other. Before Chris can rise from the bent position the temporary allegiance beat down hard with everything they can, hitting anywhere they can, forcing Dolmeth onto his hands and knees. Now grounded, Mark and Ryan starts to stomp and boot Dolmeth, inflicting as much offense as they can before the large superstar retaliates.  

David Michaels: “He is going to explode. That man has knocked people’s teeth out on the street! He has the reputation of a brash bastard!”

Ted Cedar: “You’re right David, but if they can eliminate Chris before he explodes they may be safe.”

They couldn’t. They aren’t safe. Chris uses his strength and bursts to his feet, pushing his two foes back slightly. He immediately delivers an outstanding European Uppercut to Ryan, sending the Australian into the turnbuckle corner (between the ring and pod) before turning his attention to Mark, who tries to deliver a punch, only to be caught into belly-to-belly suplex! Storey is hauled into the air and released mid-way, causing his back to strike the chain walls of the structure and then land hard and awkwardly onto the steel flooring below! The crowd boo and wince as Mark quite literally crashes onto the steel, his right arm badly breaking the fall, causing more injury than safety. With Mark wondering where he is, his MAS finisher potentially rendered useless, Chris continues with the switch in who has the upper hand by turning back to Ryan. Quill receives some hard body shots for good measure before Dolmeth drives his shoulder into Ryan’s gut. Staying in place of the winded Ryan, Dolmeth then uses this opportunity to lift Ryan up and seat him on the top turnbuckle. After checking that Storey is still incapacitated to some degree, Chris enters the ring and grabs Ryan’s leg, pulling it in towards the ring and swivelling him to face the inside of the ring. With Ryan now in position, Chris starts to ascend the turnbuckle and the lights go out for the final time. The spotlight comes on and alternates which pod it lights up, with everyone fully aware of who is entering the match. TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! Chris hops off of the turnbuckle and turns to the pod on his left, the last pod. FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! BUZZZ! “The Son of Sin” and current Intercontinental Champion’s pod is unlocked and Dante Cross makes his way out! He rushes out of his pod and enters the ring, Chris readies himself for a sharp, quick attack which just doesn’t come. Upon entering the ring Dante stops dead in his track, confusing the ex-mercenary, then simply points to something behind Chris. Perplexed, Chris turns around and is victim to a massive Missile Dropkick, a signature move from Quill!  

Ted Cedar: “Is this it for Dolmeth?!”

David Michaels: “it might be if Ryan can cover him!”

Ryan tries to crawl and enters a scramble to cover Dolmeth but is suddenly punt kicked in the head by Dante Cross! The crowd boo and jeer as Dante has essentially saved Dolmeth from being eliminated. Even though Quill looks lifeless, the man Dante targets next is Dolmeth, mounting him and delivering hard right hand punches straight to the cheek and jaw area! Intent on bringing as much physical and mental pain to everyone in this match, Dante lays in to Dolmeth until his cheeks starts to visibly redden and swell. His job done, Dante stands and turns, surveying his work, he begins to taunt by notices a third man at the rope, Mark Storey. Mark steps underneath the top rope to enter and is greeted by Dante’s knee being driven into his side. Doubled over, “The Idol” tries to fight back and drives his shoulder into Dante’s gut, tackling him to the mat. A brawl ensues seeing the two men exchange blows before making it to their feet. Dante is quick to attempt a clothesline, which Mark ducks under and sprints towards the ropes. Dante rebounds off of the opposite ropes, whilst Mark jumps towards his and springboards back towards the centre of the ring, spinning in mid-air, flying past a newly standing Quill and catching Dante with a huge springboard uppercut, Hypersonic Collision! At first it seems that Mark actually went hypersonic as the camera feed cuts, but all becomes clear as the camera cuts to show the door of the chamber being contested over, with referees and personnel being thrown and pushed aside, allowing the cage to be unlocked by none other than Azrael sending the crowd into a frenzy!

Ted Cedar: “What the hell is he doing here?! He’s been eliminated! Get him out of here!”

David Michaels: “It’s anything goes! He shouldn’t be in there but who the hell is going to stop him?! I’m retired!”

Breaking into the cage, Azrael climbs the steps and makes a beeline for the ring. He enters through the ropes and hooks Ryan’s arm around his neck from behind! Storey, on the floor, turns around to see the huge superstar back and enacting his revenge as Azrael then pulls the not light by any means, Quill into the air, turning him 180 degrees and planting him down between his legs in a seated position with the Omega Driver finisher he calls, Hush! As if resetting to a state of Zen, Azrael sits with his opponent head-first on the ground and legs in the air, just staring into nothingness again. “The Natural” turns himself around, still on the floor and approaches the schizophrenic slowly. He gets to Ryan’s leg and pulls it down. With no other option, Ryu counts the pin attempt with Ryan’s shoulders on the mat. ONE! TWO! THREE!

Laura Watt: “Ryan Quill has been eliminated!”

Mark backs away slowly as Azrael, who obviously could not physically pin and eliminate Ryan, pushes his foe aside and simply stands up and leaves the ring. Ryu starts to roll Ryan towards the ropes and cage door, shaking his head, clearly unhappy with what just took place. Sitting up, Mark looks around him to see Chris Dolmeth also sitting, but propped against a turnbuckle, and more frighteningly the XWA Intercontinental Champion who pushes himself to his feet just seconds before Mark does. The two meet and Mark’s chest lights up like E.T. when Dante hits him with a knife-edge chop. The crowd “WOOOO” in unison, despite rooting for Mark as Dante attempts a roundhouse kick! Storey ducks underneath, thinking he’s safe but Dante carries the momentum through with a spin kick, which Mark manages to duck again. “The Natural” then stands up and is kissed goodnight, not by the third spinkick completing Dante’s Return to Sin Kick signature, but instead by Chris Dolmeth’s Kiss That Motherfucker Goodnight discus elbow!! Caught completely by surprise, Mark involuntarily falls backwards to the mat and rolls out onto the raised steel flooring upon impact. Back in the ring, Dolmeth turns away from Storey and towards the ring, just in time to catch Dante as he springboards off of the ropes with a moonsault, landing on Dolmeth in a reverse chancery and hits the stylin’ DDT he named, DDC! The Intercontinental Champion covers his opponent, hoping to get that much closer to becoming a double champion! ONE! TWO! TH-NO! Dolmeth kicks out and rolls out of harm’s way and up to a stance. Now enraged, “The Brash British Bastard” sprints towards Dante with his high impact lariat finisher! Being the smaller of the two, Dante is able to duck underneath, then desperately stops in his tracks, he turns to face Dolmeth’s back, who is now furious and reaching recklessness. The cult follower turns and is clocked by the third spin kick! Return to Sin Kick! Dolmeth falls to the mat and Dante is faced with a decision he has to make in a split second, cover or one last move. He chooses the latter as he runs towards the turnbuckle, climbing it almost without care. He has little time and some of his moveset will not work here against the larger superstar in Dolmeth. He doesn’t turn on the top rope but instead takes a short breath before launching himself backwards and spinning in mid-air. Then, as if by miracle, “The Unorthodonist” gets to his feet and catches his opponent almost perfectly on his shoulders. The “Tattooed Terror” yells out and uses all of his might to throw Dante off of his shoulders, spinning, with an F-5! His finisher, Bad Trip. It proves to be the worst trip for Dante in this match as Dolmeth turns over onto Dante and drapes his arm across, visibly exhausted. ONE! TWO! THREE!

Laura Watts: “Dante Cross has been eliminated!”

Eliminating perhaps the biggest threat in this match has potentially won it for Dolmeth as he turns back onto his back letting out a huge sigh from the events that have just transpired. He lays and is weirdly showered in cheers and adulation for once, before being impaled in his chest by the hard double stomp of Mark Storey from the top rope! The crowd get even louder, now obviously for Mark as they had been cheering his previous ascent. Storey connects with a massive Descended Upon Thee finisher and loses his footing after, crashing down on Dante who had literally been eliminated just moments before. Tired, Mark scrambles over Dolmeth as Ryu dives to the mat! ONE! TWO! THREE! He did it!

Laura Watts: “Here is your winner and NNEEEEWWWWW Million Dollar Champion, Mark Storey!!”

Ted Cedar: “Mark got a lucky pin earlier on after receiving that hellacious belly-to-belly suplex into the cage wall. Now, to roll to the outside and let a behemoth and a champion fight it out, taking each other’s stamina and endurance down, allowed him to achieve his goal here in XWA!”

David Michaels: “Exactly. Credit where credit is due. Mark Storey has picked his battles since returning to XWA and he did the exact same thing here tonight. Some may call it luck, but I call it smarts. Mark qualified for this match. Won the Tag Team Championships. Now, he has become the Million Dollar Champion. I wouldn’t want to be the XWA World Champion when Mark decides to pick his spot to cash in, that’s for sure.”

Mark has his hand raised as he props himself up against the rope. Ryu retrieves the championship from personnel and hands it to Mark, who rolls underneath the ropes and shuffles towards the doors of the structure. He hobbles down, grasping his championship close to his chest, backing backwards up the ramp as the broadcast comes to a close!


(OOC: Good luck everyone, I had fun writing this and enjoyed creating a self-contained story!)

Posting now. I'm going to sleep and I'm at work when the extension finishes so this is the best I can do. My fault due to poor time management.

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The chamber door is locked by one of the outside officials as the final competitor enters the daunting structure. The four men locked away in their respective pods; John Blade, Chris Dolmeth, Dante Cross and Ryan Quill stare on menacingly as they wait like caged animals to be let out. The two active superstars; Azrael and Mark Storey, stare one another down as they await the signal of the beginning of the bout. Upon hearing the three chimes, Azrael immediately goes on the offensive – like a feral dog vying for its first meal in weeks he pounces upon Storey, wrestling the Irishman down to the mat. It is here that Azrael utilises his obvious size advantage and pins The Idol down before laying into him with a storm of closed fist punches; an attack that is perfectly legal in such an environment. Each blow dazes the former Tag Team Champion, culminating in the Zealot of the Void grasping Mark’s head in both hands and delivering a skullcrushing headbutt to lay the veteran out on the canvas. The big man rolls off of the smaller opponent and snarls. He looks over his shoulder and stares directly at the reigning Intercontinental Champion, who remains encapsulated in his pod. He stalks his prey, allowing the two hundred and fifteen pounder to make it to his feet. As Storey shakes the cobwebs out of his clobbered head his aggressor moves in and wraps his arms around the waist of Storey. Azrael hoists Mark up in the air and turns his own body around before dropping to the floor, his full weight baring down on the back of the Brit. The Maniac Unmasked navigates the landscape of his opponent to better his position and apply a front facelock before rolling around the mat like a big ol’ swamp alligator death rolling its latest victim. Many of the fans at ringside are semi-convinced that the psychotic Azrael is actually trying to wrench the head from the body of Mark: the scary thing is that they’re probably correct! The Enthralled Fanatic pulls both men up to their feet, still with The Natural underarm. Azrael hooks his free arm under that of Storey and throws himself backwards, tossing The Destined Deity across the ring with a Single-Underhook suplex. Mark clatters off the mat and begins to back himself into the corner of the ring, avoiding the slow-approaching beast that is Azrael. With the wrath of Azrael approaching ever closer Storey begins to reach up above him and take hold of the adjacent top ropes in each hand. At the perfect moment he pulls himself up whilst simultaneously kicking out in front of him and booting the big man in the gut doubling him over as a result. The Imperator of Innovation stays true to his name and kicks off of the turnbuckle to add height before bringing the point of his knee crashing down atop the back of Azrael’s neck. The big man’s face hits off of the canvas and Storey smiles with delight, he’s finally able to get out of the starting blocks. He dives on top of downed Centralian and wrenches at his arm, placing one of his hands on the wrist of Azrael’s massive limb whilst holding it in place in the pit of the other. Pushing up off of his feet as to put his entire bodyweight into the hold, Storey takes the armbar to the next level as he tries to rip the arm right out of the socket of the Maniac Unmasked. Azrael bites down on his fist to distract from the pain before he takes a hold of the nearby bottom rope but it is of no use; the Million Dollar Chamber is an unforgiving place and the ropes offer no refuge for pinfalls nor submission. Realising this, Azrael begins to pull himself toward the rope. He worms his way underneath and drags his hefty weight over the metal grating that makes up the outer ring, in the process scraping the Irishman off of his back. Azrael pulls his arm free of the weakened grip of Storey around his wrist and begins to violently shake his arm and clench and unclench his fist; an attempt to get the blood flowing again into the arm and express his discomfort from the aftermath of the hold. Up and going through the middle ropes Storey is hot on the heels of the only other active competitor in the match. Azrael takes a swing at his opponent, hoping to crack him in the jaw but Mark ducks under the wild haymaker and delivers a hard knee to the midsection, staggering the larger of the two men. The Devil’s Reject stumbles back until his rump meets the cold plastic of Dolmeth’s pod. Dolmeth tilts his head to one side as he stares a hole into the back of Azrael’s skull. Storey runs full pelt at his adversary, leaping in the air and driving both of his knees into the chest of the Maniac Unmasked and sending him crashing into the plastic of the Inglorious Bastard’s pod with a massive Kneeded Assistance. A noticeable crack forms in the holding of Azazel’s assistant where the body collided, much to the delight of the crowd. Azrael is slumped down at the bottom of the pod, seemingly out of it. Mark sees the opportunity and gain himself a moment of respite before the next wrestler enters the match up so he grabs the ankle of Azrael and pulls the lifeless carcass onto the grating. He lies on top of him and stares at Dolmeth as the referee counts the pin attempt from the comfort of the ring.

[ONE!]
[TWO!]

Azrael powers out, holding his fist defiantly in the air for a few seconds after the break. Mark can scarcely believe it and begins to redden in the face through his anger. He mounts the Zealot and begins to reign down closed fists to the forehead of the bearded man – reminiscent of the start of the match. Mark strikes with such ferocity and focus that he is able to split the thin layer of skin above the left eye of Azrael and stain his own knuckles with his blood. The onslaught only ceases when Azrael’s laughter hinders Storey. The masochistic nature of the beast proves advantages as the Maniac’s delight distracts the Elite of Elites just long enough for him to slam his head against the chain link wall next to them. Azrael uses the cage wall to make his way to his feet as the arena darkens and the lights flicker between the four pods, signalling that one of them is about to open and release a new fighter into the match. After a seeming eternity the light finally slows and eventually halts on the chamber containing Ryan Quill. Quill tries to hurry the ringside official into unlocking his door so he can take advantage of the two men downed on the opposite side of the chamber. Almost immediately after being freed, Quill darts between the ropes and mounts the turnbuckle in front of John Blade’s prison. He stands tall on the turnbuckle and spreads his arms wide as if his body is absorbing the energy of the arena. He awaits for both men, dazed and confused, to reach their feet before he goes airborne and soars through the air, taking both men down with a diving crossbody. The metal clinks as the body crash into it a man of Quill’s weight doing heavy damage to those on the receiving end, with Quill getting up to his feet nigh instantaneously; though he holds onto his right elbow, having hit it against the grating upon connecting with his opponents. He lets out a war cry and targets Storey; a man closer to that of his own size. He drags Storey up to his feet and the crowd cry out “Woo!” as he delivers a hard knife-edge chop across the chest of The Natural, waking the superstar up. A second chop is accompanied by a second chorus of “Woos!” before the Australian takes the Irishman and throws him into the chains. The Natural bounces off of the metal and into the waiting arms of Ryan Quill who lifts him up in a belly to back suplex, the shoulders and neck colliding with the metal grating. Storey rolls onto his side and cradles the back of his neck and head the damage clearly having been done. Not forgetting about his other opponent, Quill grabs the long locks of his bloodied adversary and pulls him toward the ropes. He places Azrael’s throat atop the bottom cable before he stands on his upper back, trying to choke the life out of the unfortunate soul. After all; if someone passes out from oxygen starvation then they aren’t going to be kicking out of a pin attempt, are they? Azrael coughs and splutters as his larynx is excruciatingly crushed by the Aussie. Ryan relents and dismounts the opposition allowing Azrael to roll around upon the cold steel, desperately clutching at his throat. He gasps for air like a fish out of water. Quill is blindsided by Storey, who wraps his legs around those of Quill and topples the freshest competitor with a simple trip. He scurries on top of him, applying a seated headlock as he does so. The Irish-born wrestler slowly begins to pull himself and his Australian opponent to their feet before casting Quill up and over the top rope and into the ring. He plants a boot into the sternum of Azrael before hopping into the ring himself.

Quill is quick to his feet but is welcomed by a kick to the gut courtesy of The Natural. The Idol grapples onto the head of Quill and thrusts it between his legs. He leans over and reaches underneath the Autralian’s body, taking hold of a wrist in each hand and pulling tight as to cross Ryan’s arms across his own chest. Mark Storey looks around the arena and smirks. He musters all of his might and lets out an adrenaline boosting roar as he manages to get the two hundred and sixty five pounder up off the canvas. Storey is unable to get Quill all the way up but still manages to flip him over enough to fall to the sit-down position and nail the Belfast Bomb. Storey holds the position with Ryan’s arms crossed over his chest and the zebra-clad arbiter slides into positon to count the fall.

[ONE!]
[TW-!]

No! Ryan kicks his entire body up out of the pin attempt breaking the count before the referee can eliminate him. The crowd begin to count down as the ten second clock appears on the titantron screen, signalling the next wrestler is about to enter the match. Storey takes note of this and immediately takes the left leg of Quill in hand. He places it just underarm and steps over Ryan, turning around one hundred and eighty degrees as he does so, applying a Single-Leg Boston Crab, sitting back to cinch it in more so. The Australian almost tears his hair out as the lights once again dim and the three remaining pods take turns being highlighted by a spotlight, progressively increasing the tempo at which it highlights a pod as time goes on. The lighting eventually settles on John Blade’s prison.

David Michaels: “This is only Blade’s second match so we haven’t really seen much of this young kid. Let’s see what he’s got.”

Immediately the gangster rapper sets his sights on the shaky looking Azrael, who is only just now using the cage wall to aid in his ascension to his feet. Blade approaches the Maniac Unmasked, clasping his fist in his other hand and raising it high into the air intent on bringing the axe handle down across the back of Azrael. The newbie is stopped in his tracks, however, as the Devil’s Reject plants a mammoth mitten around his throat. Blade stands stunned for a few milliseconds and Azrael stares directly into his eyes, assessing his very being before throwing Blade’s arm over his shoulder. Azrael takes a hand full of Blade’s shorts with his free hand and uses this in aid of picking the successful debutant up in the air. The Devil’s Reject begins the dissension of his foe and sticks his knee out. He drives the spinal cord of the little over six footer into the point of his rising knee, almost breaking Blade’s back on impact with a hellacious Longinus. The Enthralled Fanatic rolls Blade over onto his back and lies over him, driving his forearm into the side of John’s face, resulting in a pin attempt.

[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE!]

David Michaels: ”Apparently not very much. Oh well.”
Laura Watts: “Ladies and gentlemen; John Blade has been eliminated from the Million Dollar Chamber via pinfall!”

Two of the outside officials open up the main chamber door to allow Blade out of the structure; though he does require assistance due to the steep steps.

Long story short:
• Storey lays out Azrael with Vagary but then he and Quill begin to brawl.
• Quill sets Storey up on the top turnbuckle for a superplex, but then ups the ante by lifting him up on top of the pod. Storey kicks him down and goes for Descended Upon Thee from the top but is caught by a Here’s Johnny! By the freshly recovered Azrael. Ryan gets the cover on Storey.
• Dolmeth enters the ring with both men laid out. Azazel picks up the discarded chain that kept Dolmeth’s pod locked.
• Dolmeth attempts a pin on Quill, but he somehow kicks out.
• Dolmeth attempts a pin on Azrael, hoping he’s exhausted but Azrael still kicks out.
• Dolmeth gets double teamed.
• Azrael hits Pop Goes the Weasel on Dolmeth on the outside but Quill soon begins to attack Azrael.
• Azrael turns the tables and does Fuck It to Quill on the cracked side of Dolmeth’s pod. This culminates in Azrael tackling Quill through the plastic but not going for the cover due to self-sustained injuries.
• Dante enters to much booing.
• Dante kicks Dolmeth’s ass for a good while.
• Dolmeth gets the advantage when Azazel takes a fans beer, has a mouthful and then spits it into Dante’s face through the chains.
• Dolmeth hits a blatant low blow on Dante when he turns around.
• Miner’s Strike knocks Dante over the ropes onto the metal near Azrael and Quill.
• Quill attempts Quill Airlines on Dolmeth but Dolmeth gets knees up.
• Dolmeth eliminates Quill via Bad Trip
• Dante attempts Gates of God on Azrael, Azrael desperately escapes hold
• Azrael hits Here’s Johnny on Dante. Dolmeth tries to one up him with Poverty Line in stupid skit I thought would have been funny.
• Azrael and Dolmeth brawl even though Dante’s laid out.
• Azrael gets advantage.
• Beats shit out of Dolmeth.
• Stalks Dolmeth.
• Forgot about Dante.
• Sneaky roll-up. Bye bye Azrael.
• Dante looks to be about to win this.
• Azazel hands Dolmeth the chain through gap in chain wall.
• Dolmeth uses chain wrapped fist to knock Dante the fuck out.
• Dolmeth gets cheap pin.
• Fuck it, everyone was heel.

Because a third person requested it, and because I asked for the same time for my match, I am extending this match by 16 hours. 1 PM my time tomorrow. I hope that helps you guys out. You shouldn't need this much time, guys. I can't say much in this case due to me needing one too, but I need it for the specific reason that my internet is out. That said, I expect to see more of you show in this case.

Can you change the clock on there to fit this altered time b/c I am Central time so what would that be for me?

EDITED.

Just ignore Razor & EG Extension. They both got the same amount of extension time and I'm too lazy to make a brand new one.

That's not accurate though.

If the card regularly ends at 12 AM EST, and Razor said "A 6 hour extension has been granted." it's literally a matter of doing 12 AM EST + 6. Which is 6 AM EST. So yes, that's accurate. It's 11:02 PM EST as I type this. 57 minutes and the seconds, and 6 hours makes it 6 AM EST.

EDIT: I see the second extension. Damn Razor for being lenient. I'll update it. Hold on.

Edited.

So this is as far as I got, and now I'm falling a sleep. So I thought I'll post what I got to show that I did try, sorry Razor, I did appreciate that extra time. But sleep is a need in order to be average at work as I'm on my feet all day moving around. Next match I'll defiantly start earlier.