[The scene opens to the MEN Arena, where the commentators sit at their booth, fans behind them screaming in excitement for this exciting Ignite following the PPV. Vince Walters leans forward with a cocky grin as he begins speaking.]
Vince Walters: Welcome back to Ignite, everyone, where we have a bit of a special event this time around. This week there's only two huge matches; a royal rumble for three excellent prizes, and the first of the night... the world title rematch!
Jill Matthews: If this is as good as last week, we better prepare ourselves for one hell of a night match-wise! Especially between these first two men!
Vince Walters: For once, I have to agree with you Jill. Adrien Specter shocked the wrestling world when he defeated Roger Wright, gaining the World title! And now Wright's out for blood this week, looking for a rematch to become champion once more!
Jill Matthews: The question is Vince, will he be able to achieve that goal? Or will Adrien's title reign be far longer than his last one?
Vince Walters: Well technically it already is a shitload longer Jill, but I digress. We can only wait and see! Here's Tom Davis to announce the competitors!
Tom Davis: This match is a Specter's Tomb Match for the New Undisputed World Heavyweight Championship! As we speak, the two men are stepping into the small room, surrounded by concrete walls and only one exit: a metal door, locking them in. With weapons hanging above, these two men can escape in only two ways... to ask to be let out if they aren't able to take anymore, or to win by being the last man standing. Adrien Specter, or Roger Wright? Who will be the victor?![As Tom Davis moves the mic from his lips, he steps away from the middle of the ring as his and everyone else's attention travels to the tron, which comes alive. We flash to a small room, where Adrien Specter and Roger Wright are standing in opposite corners, staring each other down. They are indeed surrounded by concrete, with only one door leading to the outside, while weapons are hanging by strings above. Both competitors eye the weapons momentarily, before glaring back at each other seriously as the bell rings, the commentator's voices heard as the men lock up.]
Jill Matthews: In this match, the only way out of this 'tomb' is by beating the shit out of your opponent enough for them to stay down for the ten count... or for you to basically say you quit and request to be let out, which results in an automatic loss. I doubt either man will do the latter though.
Vince Walters: Damn, I'm agreeing with you again! These two fuckers are too stubborn to just quit. They'll fight until they can't anymore. And it looks like they both want to gain control of this match first! But Roger's getting the upperhand as he hits a high knee into the abdomen of Specter!
Jill Matthews: And Adrien goes down! Listen to this crowd cheer! Looks like we know who the fan favorite of this match is!
Vince Walters: Well Specter's turned into a legitimate bastard. And it's worked for him!
Jill Matthews: Not currently! Roger's seeing red in this match, and he's already downed Specter with a hard faceplant! Obviously he knows this isn't going to keep Spec down though...
Vince Walters: Well no shit... what kind of world title match ends within seconds?! Wright's got the right idea, going behind Specter to lift him up... but wait, Specter spins around unexpectedly and backhands Roger fucking hard!
Jill Matthews: That literally sent Roger stumbling into the wall!! And Adrien's walking towards him... with a rather eerie calmness. His demeanor's threatening yet creepily nonchalant. It's a little messed up...
Vince Walters: Speaking of messed up!! Holy shit, look at Specter!!
[Adrien has Roger backed into the corner, slamming lefts and rights into his opponent with devastating force. Suddenly, Roger sees an opening and manages to dodge a hit as he suddenly charges Specter into the opposite wall with a strong spear! He backs off as Specter regains his composure, only to hit standing dropkick into Adrien! He drops to the ground, trying to catch his breath, as Roger backs off and looks up at the ceiling.]
Jill Matthews: Roger has just gained control again, after Specter took it away! I have a feeling this match is going to go back and forth quite a bit!
Vince Walters: Well that's pretty fucking obvious Jill. I swear to god, all you're good for is looks.
Jill Matthews: And all you're good for is perverted comments and stupid remarks!
Vince Walters: At least my boobs aren't fake! Er... wait a minute...
Jill Matthews: ...... moving on, Roger's got a weapon!
[Wright is seen pulling down one of the weapons hanging from the ceiling of the room, and we see that it's a crowbar! Roger runs over to Specter and slams it into his chest, making Adrien double over, only to catch the crowbar when Wright goes for another attack! Specter keeps his hold on the weapon as he suddenly yanks Roger forward and grabs him around the waist to hit a hard spinning spinebuster!!]
Vince Walters: Nice move from Specter there, keeping from getting hit again by getting a move in before Roger could react!
Jill Matthews: But Roger's not giving up! He's rolled slowly to his feet as Adrien's contemplating a weapon!
Vince Walters: Roger takes a swing at Specter, but no! The Ghost moves out of the way, and Wright hits nothing but air!
Jill Matthews: And it looks like Adrien has found a weapon! Is that... a meat tenderizer?
Vince Walters: It's a bush hammer. Damn, so many innuendos can be made here...
Jill Matthews: Shut up, Vince! Either way, then end of the metal hammer has triangular points that are sure to cause someone a lot of pain!
Vince Walters: And Specter likes that idea! He runs at Wright!
Jill Matthews: But Roger dodges the attack, and Specter hits the concrete wall!
[Adrien turns around to find that Wright has a mattock! The pick axe-like weapon, though flatter and duller, flew out of Roger's hand in a risky move! And it slams into Specter's face! He screams out and falls back, clutching his cheek and down his neck, which have now been gashed wide open from the mattock!! Roger takes advantage of his foes pain and runs at him, grabbing Adrien and turning him around to hit a double underhook backbreaker!!]
Vince Walters: HOLY SHIT, Specter's been split wide open!!
Jill Matthews: And Roger's showing him no mercy! He grabs the closest weapon to him, which is a shepherd's axe... and breaks it over Adrien's back!! Dear god!!
Vince Walters: But the fucker is grinning! He has a dark grin pasted on his face, what the fuck?!
Jill Matthews: Wait a minute... Specter's holding something... it's a MORNING STAR!
Vince Walters: A what-now?!
Jill Matthews: Open your eyes you idiot, he's holding a club with damned spikes all over it...
Vince Walters: Oh SHIT, not only that... it's got a rope attached to the end! What the fuck is Specter planning with that?!
Jill Matthews: And Roger doesn't see it coming as he goes to lift Specter up... only to be nailed in the head with the morning star!!!
Vince Walters: There's blood seeping out through his hair!!! The spikes weren't that long at all, and were rather dull, but they got the fucking job done! Roger is down and the ten count begins!
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Jill Matthews: Roger's moving!
Vince Walters: And Specter is not happy about this!! He grabs Wright by his blood hair and wraps his arm around his neck to hit a blue thunder driver!!!
Jill Matthews: And he's not stopping there! Adrien drops down for an elbow drop and.... NO! Roger moves out of the way, and Specter lands on the hard floor!!!
Vince Walters: That HAD to hurt!! And Roger's now grabbing the morning star!!
[Specter slowly begins to stand, and Roger holds the weapon by the rope at the end of it and swings it around!! He snaps it into Adrien's chest, scratching it! And Wright continues his assault, swinging the weapon at Specter's abdomen and chest repeatedly, until he's covered in scratches, blood oozing from the markings. Adrien finally manages to get out of Roger's way and took to the side to run and hit a bicycle kick at Roger's temple, which knocked him into the wall, the morning star dropping from his hand.]
Jill Matthews: Specter's entire upper body seems to be soaked in blood! He's... he's covered!!!
Vince Walters: No wonder he looks so fucking tired! And Roger's not in any better shape, leaning against the wall and holding his head. They're both in a ton of pain and they're both as tired as all hell.
Jill Matthews: But the look in their eyes says a different story! They're both pissed, and ready to end this match! The question is... who'll gain that upperhand and ultimately win?
[Roger turns back to Specter and he bolts at him! Specter swings his arm out for a clothesline, which Wright ducks, before turning back and jumping up to hit an enzuigiri! They both lay on the ground for a moment, before Roger slowly gets back to his feet and stumbles over to his opponent, pulling him up and throwing him hard at the wall. Specter, regaining his composure, uses momentum from pushing off the wall, and runs at Roger to hit a spear. But Wright catches him and hits an RKO!!]
Jill Matthews: Wright Stuff! Roger hits The Wright Stuff!!
Vince Walters: Shit, and now Specter's out! Wright's watching him for any motion, but his opponent's not looking too good! The count begins! Listen to the crowd chant with it!!
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Jill Matthews: Specter's rolling onto his arms and knees!!! He's managing to pull himself to his feet, despite being covered in blood and clearly pushed to the limit!
Vince Walters: Or the breaking point... then again, breaking could be all that he needs.
[Carefully moving to his feet, Specter doesn't see Roger move forward to hit him with a superkick. Falling back against the wall, Adrien then looks around for a moment, before his eyes fall upon a certain weapon behind Roger. Charging forward, Specter ran at Wright, only for the latter to slam his foot forward, into Adrien's stomach. The ghost doubles over, and Roger moves forward, only for Specter to headbutt him right into the concrete wall, Wright's head bouncing off the hard surface. Stumbling forward, Roger is now bent over, which works perfectly as Specter runs forward, grabs him around the waist and flips forward.]
Vince Walters: Read The Passage! Specter hits one of his finishers on Roger!
Jill Matthews: A well planned out running canadian destroyer, followed by the weapon Adrien had his eye on before!
Vince Walters: Is that... a bullwhip?
Jill Matthews: The thing with bullwhips is that they can be snapped in a way that the end of it can be faster than the speed of sound, creating a sort of small sonic boom...
Vince Walters: Naturally you know a shitload about whips... it's kind of a turn on.
Jill Matthews: Ugh, shut up Vince and imagine Adrien Specter using a whip on another man...
Vince Walters: What?! Ew, no!
Jill Mathews: Well you're about to see it for real, Vince! Adrien is pulling his arm back with that leather whip in his grasp! And he snaps it at Roger, hitting him in his leg!
Vince Walters: Holy shit, Wright screamed in agony there! That whip's got to be painful!
Jill Matthews: Look at the marks on Roger's leg already! The lashings are going to cause serious welts!
Vince Walters: And Specter continues whipping at Roger's legs! Looks like he's trying to immobilize him!
[Finally, Roger managed to roll away from the direction of the whips, cringing in pain as he suddenly kicked at Specter's legs, making him stumble slightly, but giving Wright just enough time. Scrambling painfully to his feet, Roger runs over to Adrien and kicks the whip out of his hand, before turning and hitting a hard European Uppercut!! The count starts again as Specter lays there.]
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Jill Matthews: Adrien's back up already! This match is going both ways!
Vince Walters: And Roger isn't too happy about that, Jill. He's grabbed some steel chains from the ceiling to use on his opponent!
Jill Matthews: Yes, but Spec's noticed and runs at hi... what?! Roger catches Specter and lifts him onto his shoulders!!! Fireman's carry cutter!
Vince Walters: Holy shit! How the hell is Specter still conscious?!
Jill Matthews: More like how the hell is he still managing to move?! Roger's grabbing those chains again, as his opponent gets to his feet... damn, look at the cuts and gashes in Adrien! And the marks all over Roger?! Both men are literally dripping with blood!!
Vince Walters: The blood's streaming down Wright's head, over his face... and Specter's entire chest is soaked in it. This is fucking insane! The fact that both men are still standing is a fucking miracle!!
Jill Matthews: And they're still at it! Roger swings his chains at Specter, who dizzily manages to dodge them and grab the end!
[Wright lets go of the chains, making Specter stumble back slightly, giving him time to hurriedly grab his next weapon from the ceiling.... a baseball bat. He then fumbles with something else hanging, and we see that it's a can of gasoline with matches taped to the side! Roger puts this aside and reaches up to grab a sledgehammer wrapped in barbed wire from a string hanging from the ceiling, lifting it as Adrien charges at him with the chains. Wright swings at his foe, but Specter dodges and twists the chain to make a large loop, which he uses to wrap around the sledgehammer's head when Roger swings again!]
Vince Walters: There's planning going on from both sides here! Roger and that gasoline and Specter and that chain!
Jill Matthews: Adrien pulls the chains towards him, which yanks the sledgehammer right out of Roger's grip!!
Vince Walters: Oh shit, now Specter's got that weapon! He swings it at Wright, but only manages to nick his shoulder!
Jill Matthews: Even if it was only a nick, it actually left scratches! Imagine if it hit you head on!
Vince Walters: I'm imagining something about head, but it's about you not the sledgehammer...
Jill Matthews: Oh for fuck's sake...
[Specter slams the sledgehammer again into Roger's other shoulder, this time hitting a bit harder to leave a bad wound, only for Roger to hit a violent knife edge chop when least expected! Adrien drops the weapon in his hands, and Wright lurches forward to hit a double axe handle, only for Specter to move out of the way and run at him! Adrien charges Roger into the concrete wall, and the sound of his body hitting the surface echoes throughout the room. Specter then throws a groaning Roger backwards, and then swings his leg out, only for Wright to duck and grab hold of his opponent's neck!]
Vince Walters: Wright hits a wicked rolling cutter!!
Jill Matthews: Adrien is down yet again, and Roger hurries back to his can of gasoline! He pours some gas on the baseball bat he'd grabbed, then lights a match!
Vince Walters: Look at the grin! Wright's ready to end this right here, right now!
[Roger drops the match onto the bat, which goes up in flames. He grabs the end, which is the only part not doused with gasoline, and waits calmly for Specter to stand. He rocks slightly on his feet, twitching from the blood loss coming from the side of his head, but stays standing as Adrien manages to get to his feet. Roger charges at his foe with the flaming baseball bat, and Specter watches the flames with an eerie grin, even as it connects with his collar bone! Specter falls back, clutching his injured collar as Wright continues swinging, the flaming bat flying through the air.]
Jill Matthews: This match is still anyone's game! They're both horribly injured in some way, and tired out too! But they're both still going somehow!
Vince Walters: They both really really want this shit! They're risking their bodies, if not their general well being, for this championship!! It's fucking crazy...
Jill Matthews: So you've said already...
Vince Walters: Well there's no better way to fucking explain it. Goddamned lunatics...
[Wright continues swinging the weapon, Adrien managing to dodge each time. But one of the previously used weapons gets in the way, and he accidentally trips over one. The bat suddenly makes a loud cracking noise as it connects with Specter's face, and we see him fall hard to the ground, as the bat seems to have actually broken partially from the impact! Roger tosses the bat away and watches his opponent suspiciously, only to find that Adrien wasn't moving, and the count begins!]
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Jill Matthews: Oh no, this doesn't look good...
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Vince Walters: He's not getting up!
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Jill Matthews: This match is over...
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Vince Walters: NO FUCKING WAY! STOP THE COUNT, SPECTER'S AWAKE!
Jill Matthews: No need to scream in my goddamned ear Vince!
Vince Walters: He's fucking up after that shit! He's actually moving onto his stomach to pull himself up! The fucker is so damned resilient!!
Jill Matthews: Roger's looking shocked. Even he didn't expect Adrien to get up after that!
Vince Walters: Well he did, and he's going after the stunned Wright now!
[Specter runs at Roger and twists his body, hitting a hard spinning back fist! Wright falls back and manages to dodge another right by Adrien, then grabs his arm and drops down to hit a double knee arm breaker!! Specter yells out in pain and clutches his arm, but rolls out of Wright way for another attack and gets to his feet, holding his injured forearm tightly and glaring at Wright. Suddenly, the Ghost taunts Roger, using his good hand to motion him forward with a smirk.]
Vince Walters: I have a bad feeling about this...
Jill Matthews: Well Roger's not stupid, he won't fall for that...
[Wright shook his head and also smirked, reaching up for his final weapon, which was simply brass knuckles... with metal studs trailing along the edges. Roger charged forward, and Specter dodged a right, then a left. Frustrated, Wright swung his arm out for a clothesline, and when Adrien dodged this, he then spun around and slammed the brass knuckles into Specter's back.]
Vince Walters: Holy shit! That HAD to hurt!
Jill Matthews: And Adrien's against the wall! Is he okay? He's kind of just standing there...
Vince Walters: Wright's poised for an attack, and has his awesome brass knuckles ready! He pulls his arm back and... what the hell?!
Jill Matthews: Specter has turned around, having grabbed the gas can that was lucky to be by his feet, and doused Roger's arm after moving out of the way of the hit!
Vince Walters: For some reason... I don't think that was just luck Jill. Specter... no, he isn't...
Jill Matthews: Oh my god, he is... and Roger just realized what's happening... but it's too late!! Specter lights a match up and he throws it on Wright!! ROGER'S ARM GOES UP IN FLAMES!!
Vince Walters: STOP DROP AND ROLL, STOP DROP AND ROLL!
Jill Matthews: He's managing to frantically pat the flames down but Adrien grabs his face!! Specter SLAMS ROGER'S HEAD INTO THE CONCRETE WALL!
Vince Walters: Holy FUCK!!!
[Wright falls forward and Specter grabs his arms from behind, pressing their backs together. He then twists over so that Roger is on top of his back, and he stands with his foe on his back! With a loud yell, Specter drops Roger down to hit a vertabreaker!! After performing his Six Feet Under, Specter stands above the downed Wright, breathing heavily, as they're both soaked in blood and covered with wounds. We see that Roger is still, and the crowd and commentators all start the count, still stunned.]
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Vince Walters: He... he's still not moving is he?
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Jill Matthews: Nope. Completely motionless. Specter, with one last surge of power, in one of the more brutal matches I've seen... has defeated Roger Wright yet again.
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Vince Walters: And again, I repeat... this is fucking insane.
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[The bell rings loudly, signifying the end of the match and the winner. The crowd goes insane after such a battle, as the metal door slowly opens and a ref comes in with the World Title, holding it out to Specter. But before he could even take it, Adrien slowly falls to the ground as well, from exhaustion... as Tom Davis steps into the ring to declare the winner.]
Tom Davis: Via rules of a Last Man Standing match, with his opponent having lost the ten count... your winner and STILL Undisputed World Champion... Adrien Specter!!!!