SAGA Presents: The Psychopath!
Nov 9, 2006 12:24:27 GMT -5
Post by Shon Maxx on Nov 9, 2006 12:24:27 GMT -5
He all,
This is an event that happened a week after my Halloween ppv. I wanted something a little different and went with a maze idea (which I used in my GWF fed years ago). The idea of this one is inspired by the Saw movies. The matches did actually happen (with some special rules here and there); I just added the story for color. Hope you enjoy.
Take care,
Jay
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SAGA Presents:
The Psychopath!
11-06
“Okay, what’s the joke?” The Crusher looked around the room he and Dan
Severn had entered, part of a warehouse next to the arena.
Severn look around. Six doors were on the opposite wall. Along the other walls
were various training equipment; weights, a medicine ball, a tackling dummy,
boxing gloves, and punching bags. In the center of the room was a wooden
table with a VCR and monitor on it. A mirror was on the far wall.
“The notes said to arrive here by one o’clock if we really wanted a title shot,”
Severn replied.
The door behind them opened, and Richard Hutton entered.
Hutton regarded them with disgust. “Don’t tell me you were actually chosen as
well. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to see Savoldi here then.”
Crusher turned and glared. “What does that mean, huh, little man?”
“I’ll speak slowly for you,” Hutton said with a roll of his eyes. “It means you
deserve a title shot as much as the guys opening the cards.”
“Like you did last week, right?” Severn jumped in.
They were interrupted by the door opening again. This time, Frank Gotch
entered.
“Hey, how ya feeling?” Crusher asked.
Gotch responded simply with, “I’m fine.”
“I mean after he punched you in the-”
“I said I’m fine.”
Hutton chuckled. “It’s not like the guy did any damage anyways.”
Gotch turned to Hutton with the hint of a grin. “Like hitting you in the face?”
Before Hutton could respond, the door opened again. This time, Killer Kowalski
and Ed “Strangler” Lewis walked in.
Kowalski and Crusher stood face to face.
“Are your ribs healing?” Kowalski asked.
“Nice black eye,” Crusher answered.
“At least I know I didn’t cause much damage with my headlock,” Lewis said to
Crusher. When Crusher turned to him confused, Lewis added, “considering
there isn’t much to damage.”
Before anyone else could respond, the monitor clicked on. It zoomed back to
show a mannequin sitting before the camera.
“Look, Crusher,” Kowalski said, “one whose intellect matches your own.”
“Greetings muscle-bound misfits of the mat,” the mannequin said. “Now, all of
you of requested a shot at the Heavyweight Title, but I see nothing that shows
you deserve it. I-”
The camera started to move up, showing GM Shon Maxx controlling the dummy.
Shon noticed and glared past the camera.
“Uh, cameraman...down to him?” Shon said.
They heard a voice then saying, “Huh? oh sorry, my hand slipped.”
Shon grumbled under his breath, picked the doll up, and field-goal kicked it right
past the camera. They heard a shout, followed by a thud.
“Sorry,” Shon said, “my foot slipped.” He took a seat and looked back to the
camera.
“Okay, enough of the dramatics, I’ll get right to the point. I know you’re all at
least a little sore from competing last week, but you’re able to walk here without
trouble so you can continue. I set up this special challenge to see which of you
truly deserves a shot at the belt. Somewhere in this warehouse is a briefcase.
Find it and you’ll get a contract allowing you a title shot anytime you want in the
next six months. But don’t expect it to be too easy. Beyond the doors is a little
challenge I call, The Psychopath. Each room has a special challenge you need
to complete in order to move on. Once two people enter a room, the monitor will
click on, giving you some clues.”
He grinned. “Don’t think you can just plow through this like you do some of your
matches. You’ll need a combination of guts, stamina, and brains. You may also
learn who your real friends and enemies are. Use your head, and it might be
easier than you think. So, you got the guts to continue? Pick a door and good
luck...you’ll need it!”
The monitor clicked off and they all looked at each other.
“He’s insane!” Hutton remarked.
Crusher and Severn looked at each other. “Yeah,” Crusher said. “What else is
new.”
Crusher and Severn each picked a door and entered while the others followed,
one at a time. Each door led to a series of hallways and some doors.
Crusher walked up to a door, shrugged and entered. The door shut and locked
behind him, and the lights turned on. The room was small and simple. The only
features were the monitor in the wall, a ceiling light, and a wooden table in the
center of the room. Finding the far door locked, Crusher walked around the
room before deciding to climb the table. He shifted the light but couldn’t find a
key of any kind. Just then, Lewis entered the room.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“The other door’s locked,” Crusher said. “I’m looking for a key.”
The monitor clicked on, again showing Shon.
“Hello again,” he said. “Not much here, huh? Well I’ll make it simple for you.
The key to leaving this room is the table...or something like that. Good luck!”
Crusher and Lewis both walked around the table, looking all over it. Lewis got
underneath and felt along the wood itself.
“I found it,” Lewis said. “The key is inside the table itself. We need to break the
table somehow.”
He stood up and Crusher said. “Got it!” before lifting a surprised Lewis up and
slamming him against the table. It didn’t break, however, so Crusher picked up
Lewis again and tried to slam his head against it. Lewis countered with a drop
toehold. He lifted Crusher onto the table and tried to hit a double knee drop, but
Crusher moved. Lewis bounced off the table and fell to the ground.
The two fought back and forth, and Crusher brought Lewis onto the table for a
piledriver, but Lewis escaped, locked Crusher in a Strangler’s Headlock, and hit
a bulldog. The table snapped in half, and the key fell to the floor. Lewis picked
up the key, opened the far door, and moved on.
Kowalski entered a room to find Severn already there. The room had nothing in
it except a monitor on the wall and a large pad on the front door. As the door
behind Kowalski closed, the monitor clicked on, and Shon again appeared.
“Ah, you found the knock-knock room, as I call it. The far door will open only if
you knock twice, but make sure you’re hit the door hard enough. It takes a pretty
big knock to make it open. Bye now!”
“What kind of game is this?” Kowalski asked. He walked over and pounded on
the door. Nothing happened. Severn tried the same thing, but no matter how
hard they tried, the door would not open.
“I see,” Severn finally replied. “We have to hit the door with each other twice.
Kind of like a Four-Corners Match but with us only hitting it twice.
Kowalski nodded. “Then let it be so.”
The two circled each other, then grappled. Kowalski gained the upper hand and
managed to slam Severn against the door. There was a slight beep heard, but
Severn stopped him from doing it again. Kowalski tried to push him, but Severn
slipped behind him and hit a German suplex against the door. Again, they heard
a beep but nothing happened. The two kept fighting, and Severn even managed
to lock the Wakigatame and whip Kowalski against the door, but Kowalski
stopped him the second time. Kowalski floored Severn with a powerful knee to
the ribs, then, locking the Kowalski Claw, he shoved Severn twice against the
door. It beeped twice, and the door opened. Kowalski left a beaten Severn and
continued.
Gotch entered the next room and saw Hutton holding a ladder and looking up.
He followed Hutton’s gaze and saw a key hanging from the lamp of the unusually
high ceiling. When Hutton saw Gotch, he quickly tried to hit him with the ladder,
but Gotch dodged it and tripped Hutton, causing him to fall onto the ladder. The
monitor then clicked on, showing Shon.
“Hello, Hello...since you may or may not be beaten silly by this point, I’ll make it
easy on you.” He pointed up. “Key...” He then pointed past them.
“Ladder...nuff said.”
While Gotch was distracted by the monitor, Hutton slammed the leg of the ladder
into his ankle. Gotch fell over and Hutton locked the Abdominal Stretch. He
then tried to climb the ladder, but Gotch got up and pulled him off. Gotch hit a
back drop and tried to climb the ladder, but Hutton stopped him and smashed his
face into the ladder. He then slammed Gotch into a wall and tried to climb the
ladder. He got very close to the key, but Gotch rushed over, grabbed his knee,
and spun him off the ladder. He then locked the Gotch Toehold and climbed the
ladder. He grabbed the key and left the room, while Hutton lay on the ground,
holding his knee and cursing.
“No...NO! That shot is mine!” Hutton shrieked.
Severn entered the next room and found Crusher already there, Puzzling over
what looked like an ancient balance. On one end was an open metal mask. On
the other was what looked like a small cage. As the door behind Severn shut,
the monitor on the wall clicked on.
“Ah, you found the room of the iron mask,” Shon said. “The key is in the age,
and it will open when the cage is lifted high enough. You need something to
counter the balance, perhaps a person who’s locked in the mask perhaps? You
get the idea. Bye!”
Both men shrugged, then fought back and forth, trying to force each other into
the mask.
“Wait a second,” Severn said. “We don’t have to fight.”
“But we need someone’s weight to make that thing lift up,” Crusher answered.
“No,” Said, “Come here.”
He held onto one side of the mask and Crusher the other.
“Okay, on three. drop. One...two...three!”
They both dropped and pulled the mask down. The cage hit the ceiling and
opened, dropping the key.
“Wow, that was easy,” Crusher said, still looking at the mask.
Severn nodded. “Shon said to use our heads and it’d be easier than it all looks.
I see what he means.”
“But we’re in competition here.”
“So pick another door, and if we really need to fight, we will.”
“Okay,” Crusher replied. He left the room and continued down the hall. Severn
started to follow, but someone attacked him from behind and smashed his face
into the mask. The person then locked Severn’s head in the mask and left him
there.
Gotch entered the next room to find it empty, except for a strange sensor on the
door’s lock. Lewis entered behind him, and the monitor again clicked on.
“I know, you’re sick of seeing me by now, but I’m sick of seeing people complain
about their losses. ‘I was Not pinned.’ ‘I did Not submit.’ Yeah, whatever. The
sensor responds to a two-word password. You’ll have to make the other person
say it, but make sure he says it loud enough. Oh, the words are (whispering) ‘I
quit.’”
“So, a submission match,” Gotch said, “I can handle that.”
“I look forward to seeing how loud I can make you scream those words,” Lewis
replied.
The two locked up and exchanged takedowns and holds. Lewis got the
Strangler’s Headlock on Gotch, but Gotch escaped. Gotch countered an armbar
with an armdrag and locked a rolling leglock. He then applied the Gotch
Toehold. Lewis screamed and tried to escape, but Gotch held the hold pretty
tightly.
“Say it, “ Gotch calmly said as he held the hold. “Say it now.”
Lewis struggled, but when Gotch pivoted his grip on the ankle, Lewis screamed,
“I quit!” and the door popped open. Gotch got up and left.
Kowalski entered the next room to find Crusher already there. He left the door
cracked slightly and looked around. The room had a small refrigerator along a
wall, a couch on the other wall, and an actual toilet stall in the far corner.
“What sick kind of room is this?” Crusher yelled.
Kowalski roared and assaulted Crusher. The two slammed each other’s heads
into the refrigerator, and Crusher opened it and threw water into Kowalski’s face.
“The couch!” Crusher ripped at the couch but found nothing in it. Kowalski got
up, and the two continued to brawl. Kowalski slammed Crusher’s head into the
toilet and smashed lid down on his head over and over again. Finally, Kowalski
stumbled over to the door and screamed, “Open, will you, open!” He then turned
to the monitor and screamed. “What must I do!”
Suddenly, the door he had entered from shut and the monitor clicked on.
“Good, you found the rest area, “Shon said. “Take a breather, get a drink. Oh,
and the door’s unlocked. You can leave whenever you want.”
Kowalski stared at the screen in disbelief. He walked over to the far door and
tried the knob. It opened without any trouble.
Kowalski entered the hallway and leaned against the wall. He took a deep
breath and closed his eyes. Finally, he continued on his way, not noticing that
someone had assaulted Crusher from behind in the previous room.
“I wonder where Edward is,” he thought as he entered the next room.
Kowalski saw Gotch standing in the room, which had nothing in it at all, including
another door. As the door shut behind him, the monitor again clicked on.
“Don’t worry,” Shon said. “It’s almost over. The only way out is above you, but
how do you get there? Well look around you. If you made it this far, you might
be smart enough to figure it out. Have fun.”
They looked up and saw a trap door in the ceiling.
“Well, obviously we can’t just reach up and climb out,” Gotch said.
“And neither of us will help the other as a human tower.”
They felt along the walls, and Gotch found a weak part of it. “Look at this,” he
said.
Kowalski walked over and punched the wall. His fist tore right through paper,
revealing a small space. They both checked along the wall and found, under the
wallpaper, was the side of a cage.
“So, we must climb out as in a cage match,” Kowalski observed.
“And since I doubt we’ll be trying to get out together, I guess it’s a basic cage
match.”
“Then is shall be,” Kowalski said.
The two battled back and forth for advantage. Gotch had Kowalski down by
holding his knee, but Kowalski kicked free. Kowalski smashed him with an elbow
to the head and then sent him face-first into the cage. He tried to climb up, but
Gotch stopped him and pulled him down. Gotch went for a crossface and
armbar, but Kowalski turned it into a back suplex that knocked Gotch cold.
Kowalski then climbed the cage and exited through the trap door.
Kowalski climbed into the next room and found he was right back where he
started. He looked around, but nothing in the room seemed any different. He
walked over to the monitor and tried to turn on but the switches were blocked by
a metal plate.
Glaring at the monitor, Kowalski did not see the trap door open behind him as
someone slowly climbed out. The big man started yelling at the monitor.
“What must I do now? Tell me! What must I-”
He pounded on the table with both fists and heard a thud under it. Looking
under the table, he saw the briefcase; it had been taped under the table. As
Kowalski lifted the briefcase up and stared at it, Hutton smashed him from
behind with a double ax handle. He grabbed the briefcase and smashed
Kowalski in the head with it. He then turned to the mirror.
“I did it.” He said. “The shot is mine! I grabbed the briefcase!”
He opened the briefcase but it was empty. He dropped it and looked at the
mirror again.
“What’s going on here? I won it! I even made sure Severn, Crusher, Lewis, and
Gotch couldn’t follow! The shot is mine! Where is-”
He froze as he saw the reflection in the mirror and spun around so see Kowalski
looming over him.
“You jumped everyone, including Edward?”
“Hey, Kowalski, you have to understand. I really wanted that shot. But it’s not
here, see. It was all a lie. There is no title shot.”
Kowalski lunged forward and locked Hutton in a stomach claw. “I no longer care
about the title,” he said, pulling Hutton face to face. “You are an insect and you
will pay for your cowardice!”
Kowalski pulled Hutton over to the table, shoved the monitor off, lifted Hutton up
while still in the stomach claw, and slammed him right through the table.
As Kowalski stood there, trying to catch his breath, he heard a voice behind him.
“Congratulations, Wladek.”
Kowalski turned to see the tackling dummy stand and remove the mask. It was
Shon Maxx! Shon pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to
Kowalski.
“You found the briefcase first, so the shot’s yours.”
“I’m surprised you have little problem with my win, considering our past.”
Shon shrugged. “Oh I’d love to get revenge on you, but I’m the boss now. I
have to be unbiased. You won this cleanly, regardless of whether or not I hate
you.”
Kowalski smirked. “Words of endearment. I will admit I never thought you so
capable of such brutality with this maze.”
“What do you mean?” Shon asked innocently.
“You put us through the bowels of hell; that’s what I mean.”
“I never put you through anything. You chose to go through those doors.”
“Of course,” scoffed Kowalski. “We wanted the title shot.”
“I never said you had to go through all that to get the shot. I asked if you had
what it takes and go through the doors. You simply assumed you had to
maneuver through it all.”
The realization struck Kowalski like runaway bus.
“The briefcase...it was under the table the entire time?”
Shon nodded. “Yep.”
Kowalski’s eyes grew wide. “So we went through All That for...for...”
Shon tapped a shocked Kowalski on the shoulder, whispered, “I said to use your
head. You didn’t. Consider That my revenge.”
He then turned and walked out. Kowalski, lost in the shock, jumped as the door
slammed shut.
This is an event that happened a week after my Halloween ppv. I wanted something a little different and went with a maze idea (which I used in my GWF fed years ago). The idea of this one is inspired by the Saw movies. The matches did actually happen (with some special rules here and there); I just added the story for color. Hope you enjoy.
Take care,
Jay
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SAGA Presents:
The Psychopath!
11-06
“Okay, what’s the joke?” The Crusher looked around the room he and Dan
Severn had entered, part of a warehouse next to the arena.
Severn look around. Six doors were on the opposite wall. Along the other walls
were various training equipment; weights, a medicine ball, a tackling dummy,
boxing gloves, and punching bags. In the center of the room was a wooden
table with a VCR and monitor on it. A mirror was on the far wall.
“The notes said to arrive here by one o’clock if we really wanted a title shot,”
Severn replied.
The door behind them opened, and Richard Hutton entered.
Hutton regarded them with disgust. “Don’t tell me you were actually chosen as
well. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to see Savoldi here then.”
Crusher turned and glared. “What does that mean, huh, little man?”
“I’ll speak slowly for you,” Hutton said with a roll of his eyes. “It means you
deserve a title shot as much as the guys opening the cards.”
“Like you did last week, right?” Severn jumped in.
They were interrupted by the door opening again. This time, Frank Gotch
entered.
“Hey, how ya feeling?” Crusher asked.
Gotch responded simply with, “I’m fine.”
“I mean after he punched you in the-”
“I said I’m fine.”
Hutton chuckled. “It’s not like the guy did any damage anyways.”
Gotch turned to Hutton with the hint of a grin. “Like hitting you in the face?”
Before Hutton could respond, the door opened again. This time, Killer Kowalski
and Ed “Strangler” Lewis walked in.
Kowalski and Crusher stood face to face.
“Are your ribs healing?” Kowalski asked.
“Nice black eye,” Crusher answered.
“At least I know I didn’t cause much damage with my headlock,” Lewis said to
Crusher. When Crusher turned to him confused, Lewis added, “considering
there isn’t much to damage.”
Before anyone else could respond, the monitor clicked on. It zoomed back to
show a mannequin sitting before the camera.
“Look, Crusher,” Kowalski said, “one whose intellect matches your own.”
“Greetings muscle-bound misfits of the mat,” the mannequin said. “Now, all of
you of requested a shot at the Heavyweight Title, but I see nothing that shows
you deserve it. I-”
The camera started to move up, showing GM Shon Maxx controlling the dummy.
Shon noticed and glared past the camera.
“Uh, cameraman...down to him?” Shon said.
They heard a voice then saying, “Huh? oh sorry, my hand slipped.”
Shon grumbled under his breath, picked the doll up, and field-goal kicked it right
past the camera. They heard a shout, followed by a thud.
“Sorry,” Shon said, “my foot slipped.” He took a seat and looked back to the
camera.
“Okay, enough of the dramatics, I’ll get right to the point. I know you’re all at
least a little sore from competing last week, but you’re able to walk here without
trouble so you can continue. I set up this special challenge to see which of you
truly deserves a shot at the belt. Somewhere in this warehouse is a briefcase.
Find it and you’ll get a contract allowing you a title shot anytime you want in the
next six months. But don’t expect it to be too easy. Beyond the doors is a little
challenge I call, The Psychopath. Each room has a special challenge you need
to complete in order to move on. Once two people enter a room, the monitor will
click on, giving you some clues.”
He grinned. “Don’t think you can just plow through this like you do some of your
matches. You’ll need a combination of guts, stamina, and brains. You may also
learn who your real friends and enemies are. Use your head, and it might be
easier than you think. So, you got the guts to continue? Pick a door and good
luck...you’ll need it!”
The monitor clicked off and they all looked at each other.
“He’s insane!” Hutton remarked.
Crusher and Severn looked at each other. “Yeah,” Crusher said. “What else is
new.”
Crusher and Severn each picked a door and entered while the others followed,
one at a time. Each door led to a series of hallways and some doors.
Crusher walked up to a door, shrugged and entered. The door shut and locked
behind him, and the lights turned on. The room was small and simple. The only
features were the monitor in the wall, a ceiling light, and a wooden table in the
center of the room. Finding the far door locked, Crusher walked around the
room before deciding to climb the table. He shifted the light but couldn’t find a
key of any kind. Just then, Lewis entered the room.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“The other door’s locked,” Crusher said. “I’m looking for a key.”
The monitor clicked on, again showing Shon.
“Hello again,” he said. “Not much here, huh? Well I’ll make it simple for you.
The key to leaving this room is the table...or something like that. Good luck!”
Crusher and Lewis both walked around the table, looking all over it. Lewis got
underneath and felt along the wood itself.
“I found it,” Lewis said. “The key is inside the table itself. We need to break the
table somehow.”
He stood up and Crusher said. “Got it!” before lifting a surprised Lewis up and
slamming him against the table. It didn’t break, however, so Crusher picked up
Lewis again and tried to slam his head against it. Lewis countered with a drop
toehold. He lifted Crusher onto the table and tried to hit a double knee drop, but
Crusher moved. Lewis bounced off the table and fell to the ground.
The two fought back and forth, and Crusher brought Lewis onto the table for a
piledriver, but Lewis escaped, locked Crusher in a Strangler’s Headlock, and hit
a bulldog. The table snapped in half, and the key fell to the floor. Lewis picked
up the key, opened the far door, and moved on.
Kowalski entered a room to find Severn already there. The room had nothing in
it except a monitor on the wall and a large pad on the front door. As the door
behind Kowalski closed, the monitor clicked on, and Shon again appeared.
“Ah, you found the knock-knock room, as I call it. The far door will open only if
you knock twice, but make sure you’re hit the door hard enough. It takes a pretty
big knock to make it open. Bye now!”
“What kind of game is this?” Kowalski asked. He walked over and pounded on
the door. Nothing happened. Severn tried the same thing, but no matter how
hard they tried, the door would not open.
“I see,” Severn finally replied. “We have to hit the door with each other twice.
Kind of like a Four-Corners Match but with us only hitting it twice.
Kowalski nodded. “Then let it be so.”
The two circled each other, then grappled. Kowalski gained the upper hand and
managed to slam Severn against the door. There was a slight beep heard, but
Severn stopped him from doing it again. Kowalski tried to push him, but Severn
slipped behind him and hit a German suplex against the door. Again, they heard
a beep but nothing happened. The two kept fighting, and Severn even managed
to lock the Wakigatame and whip Kowalski against the door, but Kowalski
stopped him the second time. Kowalski floored Severn with a powerful knee to
the ribs, then, locking the Kowalski Claw, he shoved Severn twice against the
door. It beeped twice, and the door opened. Kowalski left a beaten Severn and
continued.
Gotch entered the next room and saw Hutton holding a ladder and looking up.
He followed Hutton’s gaze and saw a key hanging from the lamp of the unusually
high ceiling. When Hutton saw Gotch, he quickly tried to hit him with the ladder,
but Gotch dodged it and tripped Hutton, causing him to fall onto the ladder. The
monitor then clicked on, showing Shon.
“Hello, Hello...since you may or may not be beaten silly by this point, I’ll make it
easy on you.” He pointed up. “Key...” He then pointed past them.
“Ladder...nuff said.”
While Gotch was distracted by the monitor, Hutton slammed the leg of the ladder
into his ankle. Gotch fell over and Hutton locked the Abdominal Stretch. He
then tried to climb the ladder, but Gotch got up and pulled him off. Gotch hit a
back drop and tried to climb the ladder, but Hutton stopped him and smashed his
face into the ladder. He then slammed Gotch into a wall and tried to climb the
ladder. He got very close to the key, but Gotch rushed over, grabbed his knee,
and spun him off the ladder. He then locked the Gotch Toehold and climbed the
ladder. He grabbed the key and left the room, while Hutton lay on the ground,
holding his knee and cursing.
“No...NO! That shot is mine!” Hutton shrieked.
Severn entered the next room and found Crusher already there, Puzzling over
what looked like an ancient balance. On one end was an open metal mask. On
the other was what looked like a small cage. As the door behind Severn shut,
the monitor on the wall clicked on.
“Ah, you found the room of the iron mask,” Shon said. “The key is in the age,
and it will open when the cage is lifted high enough. You need something to
counter the balance, perhaps a person who’s locked in the mask perhaps? You
get the idea. Bye!”
Both men shrugged, then fought back and forth, trying to force each other into
the mask.
“Wait a second,” Severn said. “We don’t have to fight.”
“But we need someone’s weight to make that thing lift up,” Crusher answered.
“No,” Said, “Come here.”
He held onto one side of the mask and Crusher the other.
“Okay, on three. drop. One...two...three!”
They both dropped and pulled the mask down. The cage hit the ceiling and
opened, dropping the key.
“Wow, that was easy,” Crusher said, still looking at the mask.
Severn nodded. “Shon said to use our heads and it’d be easier than it all looks.
I see what he means.”
“But we’re in competition here.”
“So pick another door, and if we really need to fight, we will.”
“Okay,” Crusher replied. He left the room and continued down the hall. Severn
started to follow, but someone attacked him from behind and smashed his face
into the mask. The person then locked Severn’s head in the mask and left him
there.
Gotch entered the next room to find it empty, except for a strange sensor on the
door’s lock. Lewis entered behind him, and the monitor again clicked on.
“I know, you’re sick of seeing me by now, but I’m sick of seeing people complain
about their losses. ‘I was Not pinned.’ ‘I did Not submit.’ Yeah, whatever. The
sensor responds to a two-word password. You’ll have to make the other person
say it, but make sure he says it loud enough. Oh, the words are (whispering) ‘I
quit.’”
“So, a submission match,” Gotch said, “I can handle that.”
“I look forward to seeing how loud I can make you scream those words,” Lewis
replied.
The two locked up and exchanged takedowns and holds. Lewis got the
Strangler’s Headlock on Gotch, but Gotch escaped. Gotch countered an armbar
with an armdrag and locked a rolling leglock. He then applied the Gotch
Toehold. Lewis screamed and tried to escape, but Gotch held the hold pretty
tightly.
“Say it, “ Gotch calmly said as he held the hold. “Say it now.”
Lewis struggled, but when Gotch pivoted his grip on the ankle, Lewis screamed,
“I quit!” and the door popped open. Gotch got up and left.
Kowalski entered the next room to find Crusher already there. He left the door
cracked slightly and looked around. The room had a small refrigerator along a
wall, a couch on the other wall, and an actual toilet stall in the far corner.
“What sick kind of room is this?” Crusher yelled.
Kowalski roared and assaulted Crusher. The two slammed each other’s heads
into the refrigerator, and Crusher opened it and threw water into Kowalski’s face.
“The couch!” Crusher ripped at the couch but found nothing in it. Kowalski got
up, and the two continued to brawl. Kowalski slammed Crusher’s head into the
toilet and smashed lid down on his head over and over again. Finally, Kowalski
stumbled over to the door and screamed, “Open, will you, open!” He then turned
to the monitor and screamed. “What must I do!”
Suddenly, the door he had entered from shut and the monitor clicked on.
“Good, you found the rest area, “Shon said. “Take a breather, get a drink. Oh,
and the door’s unlocked. You can leave whenever you want.”
Kowalski stared at the screen in disbelief. He walked over to the far door and
tried the knob. It opened without any trouble.
Kowalski entered the hallway and leaned against the wall. He took a deep
breath and closed his eyes. Finally, he continued on his way, not noticing that
someone had assaulted Crusher from behind in the previous room.
“I wonder where Edward is,” he thought as he entered the next room.
Kowalski saw Gotch standing in the room, which had nothing in it at all, including
another door. As the door shut behind him, the monitor again clicked on.
“Don’t worry,” Shon said. “It’s almost over. The only way out is above you, but
how do you get there? Well look around you. If you made it this far, you might
be smart enough to figure it out. Have fun.”
They looked up and saw a trap door in the ceiling.
“Well, obviously we can’t just reach up and climb out,” Gotch said.
“And neither of us will help the other as a human tower.”
They felt along the walls, and Gotch found a weak part of it. “Look at this,” he
said.
Kowalski walked over and punched the wall. His fist tore right through paper,
revealing a small space. They both checked along the wall and found, under the
wallpaper, was the side of a cage.
“So, we must climb out as in a cage match,” Kowalski observed.
“And since I doubt we’ll be trying to get out together, I guess it’s a basic cage
match.”
“Then is shall be,” Kowalski said.
The two battled back and forth for advantage. Gotch had Kowalski down by
holding his knee, but Kowalski kicked free. Kowalski smashed him with an elbow
to the head and then sent him face-first into the cage. He tried to climb up, but
Gotch stopped him and pulled him down. Gotch went for a crossface and
armbar, but Kowalski turned it into a back suplex that knocked Gotch cold.
Kowalski then climbed the cage and exited through the trap door.
Kowalski climbed into the next room and found he was right back where he
started. He looked around, but nothing in the room seemed any different. He
walked over to the monitor and tried to turn on but the switches were blocked by
a metal plate.
Glaring at the monitor, Kowalski did not see the trap door open behind him as
someone slowly climbed out. The big man started yelling at the monitor.
“What must I do now? Tell me! What must I-”
He pounded on the table with both fists and heard a thud under it. Looking
under the table, he saw the briefcase; it had been taped under the table. As
Kowalski lifted the briefcase up and stared at it, Hutton smashed him from
behind with a double ax handle. He grabbed the briefcase and smashed
Kowalski in the head with it. He then turned to the mirror.
“I did it.” He said. “The shot is mine! I grabbed the briefcase!”
He opened the briefcase but it was empty. He dropped it and looked at the
mirror again.
“What’s going on here? I won it! I even made sure Severn, Crusher, Lewis, and
Gotch couldn’t follow! The shot is mine! Where is-”
He froze as he saw the reflection in the mirror and spun around so see Kowalski
looming over him.
“You jumped everyone, including Edward?”
“Hey, Kowalski, you have to understand. I really wanted that shot. But it’s not
here, see. It was all a lie. There is no title shot.”
Kowalski lunged forward and locked Hutton in a stomach claw. “I no longer care
about the title,” he said, pulling Hutton face to face. “You are an insect and you
will pay for your cowardice!”
Kowalski pulled Hutton over to the table, shoved the monitor off, lifted Hutton up
while still in the stomach claw, and slammed him right through the table.
As Kowalski stood there, trying to catch his breath, he heard a voice behind him.
“Congratulations, Wladek.”
Kowalski turned to see the tackling dummy stand and remove the mask. It was
Shon Maxx! Shon pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to
Kowalski.
“You found the briefcase first, so the shot’s yours.”
“I’m surprised you have little problem with my win, considering our past.”
Shon shrugged. “Oh I’d love to get revenge on you, but I’m the boss now. I
have to be unbiased. You won this cleanly, regardless of whether or not I hate
you.”
Kowalski smirked. “Words of endearment. I will admit I never thought you so
capable of such brutality with this maze.”
“What do you mean?” Shon asked innocently.
“You put us through the bowels of hell; that’s what I mean.”
“I never put you through anything. You chose to go through those doors.”
“Of course,” scoffed Kowalski. “We wanted the title shot.”
“I never said you had to go through all that to get the shot. I asked if you had
what it takes and go through the doors. You simply assumed you had to
maneuver through it all.”
The realization struck Kowalski like runaway bus.
“The briefcase...it was under the table the entire time?”
Shon nodded. “Yep.”
Kowalski’s eyes grew wide. “So we went through All That for...for...”
Shon tapped a shocked Kowalski on the shoulder, whispered, “I said to use your
head. You didn’t. Consider That my revenge.”
He then turned and walked out. Kowalski, lost in the shock, jumped as the door
slammed shut.
