Rage In The Cage Eli Flair vs. Troy Windham |
BB: Fans, there’s nothing I can say
about this that hasn’t been said already. Let’s just take it up to Rhubarb.
RJ: For the following contest, there
are no rules! There is no pinfall, there is no countout, there is no
disqualification. The only way to win this match is to make your opponent say
the words “I QUIT.” In addition, this match will be contested inside a steel
cage, and this match can only come to an end INSIDE THE CAGE.
SB: Serious stuff, Buckley.
BB: This is as serious as it gets,
Sammy. I truly believe that neither one of these men will be the same after
tonight.
(CUE UP: “Intergalactic” –
Beastie Boys. The video wall lights up with footage of Troy Windham’s first
walk down a CSWA aisle, way back in 1993. It fades into a composite of
(The lights go down again. CUE UP:
“Gets Me Through” – Ozzy. Like Troy’s, the video wall immediately lights
up with the visual of Eli Flair’s first walk down to a CSWA ring. It continued
with the tapping out of Johnny Tropic to give Eli his first taste of CSWA gold
with the IntraContinental title. Feeds into his first CSWA PPV match against his
old nemesis, Platoon, to Delerious, to JT Tyler, to Scotty Michaels. Mostly
wrestling holds, hold/counterhold mat wrestling. Tame stuff, most matches ended
with an opposing submission. Freeze-frame on Eli Flair and Poison Ivy in the
picture, Eli with the IC Title over his shoulder.)
(Immediately, the visual of Eli with
the IntraContinental title fades to
(The visual shatters from behind to
reveal Eli Flair defending his IC Title against Jim Williams in a bloody barbed
wire/ladder match. CUE UP: “The Fight Song (Slipknot Remix)” – Marilyn
Manson. The video wall proceeds to chronicle Eli Flair’s bloody rise to the
top of the CSWA, from barbed wire against Jim Williams to the “BaseBrawl”
against ATTAXX to the Wheel of Death against Randalls and Full Force. Brutality
against Kevin Powers. The Nestea Plunge against
SB:
BB: Distinguished careers from both
men, to say the very least. They earned everything that’s come their way, no
question, Sammy.
SB: Eli’s had a good career, too,
but he dared to put Sweet Sweet Melissa through a table…. and for that he
deserves a slow and painful death.
(CUE UP: “Song 2” – Blur)
RJ: From
(
BB:
SB:
(
RJ: His opponent, from
(CUE UP: “Tainted Love” –
Marilyn Manson, as the lights are completely killed.)
RJ: He is a former CSWA
IntraContinental, Presidential,
(The lighters begin to spark once
again, until a lone spotlight shines directly on the entrance ramp – with Eli
Flair, clad in his trademark black leather trenchcoat, standing tall with his
head down and his hair covering his face completely. As the chorus kicks in, he
flips his hair back with a raise of one fist toward the ceiling. He regards the
fans with a cold gaze for a long moment before the walk to the ring. As he
enters the cage, referee Patrick Young holds
BB: No more second-guessing, Sammy….
No more anticipation over who the better man truly is.
SB:
BB: I’m serious, Sammy. And you’re
correct, Troy Windham currently has the 2-1 edge in their series, but I hesitate
to call either man a ‘winner’ after the blood they’ve spilled. Referee
Patrick Young has called both men to the middle of the ring, and he’s about to
give the instructions.
PY (on house mic): Gentlemen…. This
is an “I QUIT” match. There are no limits, there are no holds barred. The
only rule in this match is that it can only end INSIDE THE RING, when one of you
utters the words “I QUIT.” I will not be calling for any kind of breaks, I
will not be administering any form of count. There are no pinfalls and there are
no tap- outs. It should also be noted that Mr. Windham is not medically cleared
to wrestle, and has signed a waiver releasing the CSWA and myself from all
liability. Mr. Windham, do you understand the rules and risks I have laid out?
PY: Mr. Flair?
(Flair simply stares at
BB: There’s the bell, and this one
has begun! Eli and
SB: I don’t think it’s for the
kids to hear.
BB: Good point, Sammy. They turn away
from each other…. And fire a punch at the same time! They’re sending right
hands back and forth, and Flair has the advantage!
SB: Don’t do it,
BB: It is a bit premature,
Sammy… but Eli has
SB: Eli is schitzo,
BB:
SB: No, but he’s busted open! Has he
even had a completely healed forehead in the past four years?
BB: I doubt it, Sammy.
SB: Big surprise there. Hey, I
wonder if Eli's forehead is gonna look like Dusty Rhodes' in twenty years.
Ewwww.
BB:
SB: Flame is too weak a word.
BB: Eli is daring
SB: Pssssh.
BB: You’re right, Sammy! Eli brought
that wrench down on
SB: That’s why
BB:
PY: Eli, do you give?
ELI: Go fuck yourself, Young.
BB: Oh my.
SB: That’s nice.
BB: We apologize for Mr. Flair’s
language, this IS supposed to be family entertainment. Apparently Marvin needs
to wake up and get his finger on the seven-second delay... otherwise the FCC is
NOT gonna be happy. Eli uses his weight advantage and whips
SB: I’m impressed with the
psychology these men are employing so far… there’s such a different mindset
involved in an I QUIT match… normally these men would be looking to beat each
other to unconsciousness or death, but now they have to get each other in a
compromising position that’s so dangerous that they’re willing to give up,
but lucid enough to actually say “I QUIT.”
BB: Very good, Sammy.
SB: They don’t pay me for nothing,
ya know.
BB: Yes they do.
SB: Don’t make me come over there.
BB: Eli has maneuvered into the corner
– he’s in no danger of being taken off his feet now.
SB: Call him Johnny Cage.
BB:
SB: YES!
BB:
SB: Did we get that delay yet?
BB: I think so, Sammy.
PY: Eli, do you wanna say it?
ELI: Mother… ***KER… Hell no!
PY: Are you sure?
BB:
TW: Get the **** outta here, bitch.
C’mon, Eli! Say it! Say it you bastard!
ELI: Get that *** damn microphone
outta my face.
BB:
SB: He’s planning something, He’s
gotta be.
BB: Eli’s bell was run pretty hard,
he’s taking a while to get back to his… OH MY GOD!
TW: Say it!
ELI: NO!
TW: SAY IT!
PY:
TW: What? Man, get the **** outta my
way!
BB: Patrick Young is currently trying
to get that microphone away from
SB: Young is supposed to stay outta
this! No rules, remember?
BB:
SB: That’s a mistake.
BB:
SB: Recover?
BB:
SB: Now I’ve seen everything.
BB: So have I, Sammy. Eli takes that
wrench and hobbles to the door, tossing it out.
SB: The difference being, Flair can
still walk on one leg.
BB: Eli pulls himself up on the
guardrail, and he reaches into the crowd for a chair! He swings, but
SB:
BB:
TW: Whaddaya say, Eli?
BB: Eli’s not done yet, I think.
TW: You know what? Screw it, I’m not
done.
SB: This is gonna be bad.
BB: Troy has Eli hooked… SLACKNIFE!
If this was a normal match, that would be the pinfall right there!
SB: The King of Extreme has been out-Extremed!
BB: Troy has Eli laid out in about the
ninth row – Gethard and his security team are doing all they can to hold the
fans back… and Troy slaps on a figure four! He’s got the microphone in hand!
TW: Say it, Flair!
BB: Eli’s knee has got to be
SCREAMING right now, Sammy!
TW: SAY IT!
SB:
BB: NO! Eli threw the microphone back
at
SB: There it is! Eli’s tapping out!
BB: Tapping out doesn’t end the
match, Sammy, and I think any tapping these two men would do in any case would
be something other than a submission. Eli is pounding his fist on the concrete
floor, as if it’ll help him think of something!
SB: All heck is breaking loose over
there!
BB: It looks like VP of Security
Gethard has someone in a chokehold, and at least two fans are being escorted out
of the arena! WAIT! One of them kicked over a chair on their way out!
SB:
BB: Eli and
SB: The only thing keeping these guys
up right now is the pressure from each other’s grip!
BB: Eli has more upper body strength
than
SB: PULL,
BB: THE CHAIR FLIES OUT OF
SB: What’s he gonna hit?
BB:
SB: Nope! Eli got to his feet and
tried to take a step, and he went down hard!
BB: This is certainly a predicament.
Eli can’t walk on that knee, and
SB: Instinct on both parts, Buckley...
pure instinct.
BB: Eli pulls himself up on the
guardrail, and he’s using the steel to partially brace himself up! This match
has been a brutal happenstance for both these already injured men, and the
injuries are showing. Eli Flair can barely walk, and
SB: But the match will continue,
Buckley.
BB: Eli hobbles toward
ELI: Say it,
TW: **** you!
SB: I just remembered something.
BB: Your last name?
SB: Hah-Hah, Buckley. This match has
to end in the ring, remember?
BB: That’s right, Sammy! Eli and
ELI: C’mon,
TW: You don’t have the ****, Flair.
BB: Eli has
SB: Weren’t you paying attention?
BB: Eli pulls
ELI: SAY IT,
TW: **** YOU!
BB: OH MY GOD!!! ELI FLAIR JUST
BROUGHT THAT CHAIR DOWN ON
SB: This has definitely gone too far,
Buckley.
BB: Eli’s face is a crimson mask,
and his gaze returns to the cage! I think he’s just remembered the rules,
Sammy, because he grabs
SB: Buckley?
BB: Yes, Sammy?
SB: Who’s the good guy here?
BB: I couldn’t tell you, Sammy.
SB: Good, it’s not just me.
BB:
SB: He can stay there until his hand
heals.
BB: Sammy?
SB: I’ll wait!
BB: Eli has let go of
SB: YES! YES! The ultimate sacrifice,
Buckley!
BB: SLACKNIFE ON THE STEPS! Eli is
holding his neck, but I wonder what price
SB: He’s not paralyzed yet, Buckley
– that’s good enough for me! Finish him off,
BB:
SB: EDDY! EDDY!
BB: We’re aware of your politics,
Sammy, keep your mind on the match. Eddy has a towel in his hand, and he’s
helping
SB: Eddy should’ve brought a frosty
beverage out for
BB: Eli grabs that microphone!
ELI:
SB: That did it.
BB:
SB: Wouldn’t you?
BB: Look at this staredown. Eli Flair
can barely put any weight on that leg, his face is a bloody mess, and his arms
are battered all over. Troy Windham’s face was just as bloody a moment ago,
his hand is swelling and turning purple, and his neck has gotta be in agony!
SB: But neither man has quit, Buckley.
Neither man WILL, in my opinion.
BB:
ELI: NOW SAY THE WORDS!
BB:
ELI: Say it and I’ll stop!
BB: Eli dropped the microphone by
TW: YOU… STINK!
BB: ELI WITH THAT CHAIR DOWN ON
SB:
BB:
SB: We need a coroner!
BB:
ELI: One last chance,
BB: Eli’s got
ELI: Say it.
TW: FLAIR SUCKS!
BB: Oh my…
SB: I think I’m gonna be sick.
(The CSWA camera crew pulls back to a
wide shot... but the audio remains.)
BB: ELI HAS JUST SNAPPED
ELI: Try it again,
TW: **** YOU!
BB: ELI HAS SNAPPED
SB: EDDY! HELP
BB: Eddy Love may have heard you,
Sammy, as he’s just opened up that cage door and climbed in! Eli hasn’t seen
him, his attention is focused on
ELI: One more,
TW: Snap it, you bastard!
BB: Eli is going to—Eddy Love just
tossed that bloody towel at Patrick Young! Eli spins around and sees Eddy
standing there, and Young gets in between the two!
SB:
BB: Patrick Young pushes Eli back,
away from Eddy Love, and he… calls for the bell?
SB: What just happened?
BB: Eddy Love has retrieved Troy
Windham from the middle of the ring and is pulling him outside! Eli is talking
animatedly with the referee… what was the bell for?
RJ: Ladies and gentlemen, even though
there has been no confirmation of Troy Windham saying the words, “I QUIT,”
referee Patrick Young has elected to accept as an alternative, Eddy Love
throwing in the towel for
(CUE UP: “Tainted Love” –
Marilyn Manson)
BB: Eddy threw in the towel for
SB: He doesn’t look like much of a
winner, does he Buckley? He’s refusing to allow Young to raise his arm! And
look at
BB: I can’t believe this. Troy
Windham was being helped back to the medical area by his partner Eddy Love, but
at the start of Eli’s music, he tried to break away from Eddy and go back to
the ring. He’s still fighting, but with that busted hand, that busted nose,
half- blind from blood in his eyes, and God only knows how badly damaged that
neck is – he just doesn’t have it in him. Eli is still arguing with Patrick
Young!
SB: Not anymore.
BB: ELI FLAIR GRABBED YOUNG BY THE
THROAT! CHOKESLAM! Eli Flair hobbles out of the ring, and I think Rudy Seitzer
is there to get a word with him!
(CUTTO: The aisle, where Rudy hurries
up from the backstage with a microphone in hand.)
RS: Eli! Why did you do that to the
referee? What’s going on?
(Eli stops and grabs Rudy by the
collar, pulling him in close.)
ELI:
(He lets Rudy go, and continues to
hobble backstage.)
RS: Bill, Sammy… back to you as the paramedics come down the ramp to help Troy...and probably Eli as well.
(As Eli gets to the entryway, he gets into a logjam with two paramedics, one pushing a gurney and one carrying a backboard. He shakes his head at a question from the first, apparently refusing treatment. The paramedics bypass Eli and continue down to the ring... except... one of them doesn't.)
BB: I don't think we've ever been witness to such a brutal match in the CSWA.
SB: Probably not. HEY!
BB: That paramedic just slammed Eli in the back of the head with the backboard... and is going to town hammering Flair! She throws the board on Flair and starts stomping on it.
SB: Wait a second.... SHE?
BB: The hat comes off.... it's....
SB: SWEET MELISSA! THERE IS A GOD!
BB: But Eli's not down yet... he pushes the backboard away, and he's got a hold of Melissa's leg.
SB: BUT WHERE'S THERE'S A GOD..... THERE'S EDDY LOVE!
BB: Love from the other side with a forearm.... Eli's already badly hurt, and now he's down. Love picks him and straddles that backboard.... HURRICANE PILEDRIVER! Love and Melissa share a hug and then take a bow before this Merritt Auditorium crowd. What in the world is he doing? First he throws in the towel for Troy... and now he goes after Eli.
SB: We saw the footage before
the match started, Buckley. Eli put Sweet Melissa through a table... and
almost a year later... he's paying the price!