ZH: Boiler Room Brawl

[King Cucaracha 0]

OAOAST Zero Hour returns into the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland where the fans are going crazy as usual. However, what isn't usual are the four T.V monitors which during the short digression have been wheeled into ringside, and placed around the ring, one on each side.

COLE
And we are just moments away from our Boiler Room Brawl, with a big issue to be settled. For weeks, the stench of cynicism has hung over Bohemoth after the accusations made by Mackenzie DeCenzo. And a couple of weeks ago, Christian Wright took it upon himself to 'seek retribution' on his former bodyguard, retribution which would lead to this battle tonight.


[b][COLOR=orange]OAOAST BACKTRACKER[/b][/COLOR]

[QUOTE=OAOAST HeldDOWN, Three Weeks Ago]
Out of breath from the lengthy run for his life, Wright stumbles up against a catering table and throws the contents on the floor in a vain attempt to provide an obstacle for the bigman. Turning corners and dodging in and out of corridors, CW takes a sharp left and disappears out of view for a second. Bohemoth wades through the obstacles, including a trash can thrown in his path and turns the left to find... no-one.

BOHEMOTH
Come on you son of a bitch!

Bohemoth looks around and to little surprise sees no-one coming out to face him. Kicking open a door, he looks inside the room, again finding no-one. As he storms back out, Bohemoth then comes to a stop as he sees an ajar door, helpfully labelled 'Boiler Room'.

COLE
Uh-oh.

Bohemoth marches over and pulls the door open...



...and as he disappears inside, we suddenly hear a clattering sound from inside. The sounds continue, no real clue as to what's causing them until the door opens up a little and the cameraman bravely risks a shot inside, to find Bohemoth being attacked by CPA AND DETECTIVE BOSLEY!!

COLE
HEY! It was a setup!

With CPA putting the boots in, Bosley using his telescopic police baton to dish out some police brutality and a crumpled trash can strewn near them, Bohemoth is beaten defenceless. In the background Christian Wright can be seen catching his breath after his lengthy escape. Bohemoth tries to get to his feet to fight back but under the barrage of stomps he simply can't. Once he's suitably weakened, CPA pulls him to his knees and holds his arms behind his back while Bosley goes to work with the baton.

BOSLEY
HOW'D'YA LIKE THAT, HUH!? C'MON ASSHOLE! HOW'D'YA LIKE THE FEEL OF JUSTICE!

Bohemoth's torso wears the red marks from the baton as he's shoved unceremoniously to the ground by CPA.

BOSLEY
YEAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT!!

With Bo defenceless, Wright motions to VICE and they begin to drag him towards CW. His face and body screeches and squeals being dragged against the slick floor just adding to the punishment. VICE deliver Bo to CW's feet and he looks down at his former bodyguard with contempt, before SPITTING ON HIM! Bosley laughs it up at seeing that, until Bo suddenly threatens to spring to life, at which point he has to jump in with CPA and CW to subdue him down him once more.

WRIGHT
Restrain him!

Doing just that, Bosley and CPA hold an arm a-piece as Bo is left helpless. They drag him a few feet forward while CW picks up a big WRENCH.

BOSLEY
YEAH! DO YOUR DAMN THING!

CW pats the wrench in his hand a couple of times, lining Bo up, before taking a swing...



*CLUNK*


...at a pipe next to him, sending a shot of red-hot STEAM right into Bohemoth's face!!! Bo cries out in pain with no way to guard his face with his arms restrained. The cruel VICE squad hold him for at least ten agonising seconds in the boiling steam before they throw him down, leaving Bo to cover his face with more pained shouts. Smirking down at him, Wright throws the wrench away, the metal echoing around the boiler room, silent except for Bosley's powerful laugh as the trio leave.[/QUOTE]


As the backtracking ends we return to the arena... but not for long, as the camera cuts away from ringside and to the backstage area. More specifically, it cuts to a green door with an unneccessarily large 'BOILER ROOM' sign on it.

COLE
Well...there is the Boiler Room...

COACH
Are you sure? How can you tell!?!

COLE
Sarcasm aside, and ignored, Bohemoth is apparantly in the boiler room already. We're just waiting on Christian now. Once both men are in the room, the match will start and the first man to leave the confines of the Boiler Room will be declared victorious.


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In the hallway leading to the boiler room, Christian Wright heads towards the makeshift battleground. As the camera pans a little wider, we then see why he might look as confident as he does. Backing him up, The Enterprise's Director Of Security [b]CPA[/b] pats him on the back as they reach the boiler room door. After an exchanged fist-bump, CPA then takes his position, arms folded beside the door while Christian carefully enters. Also stood at the door, referee Mike Chioda seems a little wary of this but doesn't have any grounds to do anything about it, so keeps his mouth shut.

COLE
Oh I smell a rat already. What the hell is this about, CPA standing by?

COACH
Well, you've gotta have somebody guarding the door. Make sure nobody gets in.

COLE
Or out, as the case may be.

Once inside, Wright begins to look around the relatively spacious boiler-room for any signs of movement. Seeing none, he takes another deep breath, knowing that although he'd be much safer were he to leave now, he has a mission to carry out for his Enterprise... and begins to creep forward down the ramp. On his way, he's smart enough to pick up a 2x4 for protection which seems to fill him with a little more confidence.

Until Bohemoth steps out from behind a stack of pipes, dressed in his street clothes. 

Suddenly the 2x4 doesn't seem so powerful to Christian. But it's the best he's got, so continues to wield it as threateningly as he can manage, while Bo simply walks forward towards him.

WRIGHT
Back, fiend! Back I say!

Bohemoth just glares dead ahead, as he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out a nightstick!

BOHEMOTH
I don't think so.

Christian's eyes bug forward and he looks down at his 2x4... before tossing it to the side and making a beeline for the door! Bohemoth is one step ahead of him though, charging towards the door and is just able to tackle Christian to the floor before he can make an escape. A desperate Wright begs off, as Bo drags him away from the door and further into the boiler room, a wide smile on his face as he does so. Once Bo releases him, Wright tries to scramble away again...


*OOOOF!*

...but gets clubbed in the ribs with the nightstick! Bohemoth grins again, as the tosses the nightstick aside sending an echoing clunk around the room. Holding his gut, Wright moans and groans in pain as meanwhile Bohemoth takes his time in stepping around him, creating a block between Christian and the door. Wright uses that 'block'... i.e Bohemoth... to drag himself back up, before firing a weak right hand to the gut. Bo simply shrugs it off and grabs Christian by the hair before throwing him into the rail at the side of the ramp...


*CLANK!*

...which promptly collapses, sending Christian flying onto a heap of wooden palettes!!!

COLE
Oh my.

Wright wails out in pain, falling off the palettes and to the floor as Bohemoth follows after him. Already Christian looks to be out of his depth, taking a kick to the head from Bo... who turns moments later to grab a wooden palette and drop it to the floor. Again Christian tries to crawl away, but gets caught by Bo and pulled to his feet. A right hand has little effect on the bigman. Neither does a knee. So Wright goes to the last resort, a thumb to the eye, and a boot to the balls!

BOHEMOTH
Ungghhhhh!

Bohemoth groans and collapses against the palette pile. Christian is quick to grab him and send him head-first into them, before starting  a hunt for a decent weapon which ends quickly as he finds a metal pipe. Turning around, Wright wields that pipe and swings...


...but Bohemoth ducks! Wright ends up swinging right around, straight into a hard right hand! The pipe goes flying, Wright goes flying... as meanwhile, Bo grabs one of the palettes and breaks a length of wood off. However, before he can use it, Wright has disappeared out of sight.

BOHEMOTH
Come on you son of a bitch! Where you at!?

Obviously Christian doesn't answer... wherever he is. So Bohemoth is left to search around, still clutching the piece of wood...


*CRACK!*

...but suddenly gets a piece of wood broken over his back by Wright, who suddenly re-appears as if by magic. Bo collapses forward, but takes the pain like a MAN~ and lets out a wry chuckle. Shocked, Wright grabs him by the arm and looks for an irish whip. It's quickly reversed however, with Bohemoth pulling Christian forward into a short-arm clothesline! Wright bounces off the cold, concrete floor like a ball, getting right back up which isn't best advised, as Bo nails him with a second clothesline! This time Christian doesn't get up, preferring instead to crawl forwards towards one half of the wooden 'plank' he broke moments ago. But Bo stops him, dragging him to his feet and administering an irish whip of his own...

*CRACK!*

...sending The Natural straight into side of the pile of palettes! Wright staggers away, into Bohemoth's clutches again for another irish whip...

*CRAAASH!!!*

...denting a handily placed filing cabinet!

WRIGHT
OH! Oh, lord!

Wright closes up his body tight in pain as he collapses to a kneeling position. Bohemoth measures his arch rival up and backs up to take a charge at Wright, looking for a Facewash. Christian is able to duck however, leaving Bohemoth's right boot to connect with the cabinet... and even that doesn't no sell, denting severely! Bohemoth quickly shakes off the pain in his foot, as Wright has had enough and decides to play some cat-and-mouse by running off.

COLE
That may be Christian's best possible tactic. Run like hell.

COACH
To the untrained eye this may seem like running. However, intelligent minds such as mine will be able to inform you, he's only really jogging.

Clearly tiring of all this attempted stalling, Bohemoth glares into the empty space in front of him. Wherever Christian has gone, he's made sure to hide himself well. Angrily Bo walks forward, keeping a relative caution as he does so.

BOHEMOTH
Come on Christian...

Bohemoth reaches what seems to be some sort of holder for a heap of pipes, smiles at his luck and picks up one thin, metal pipe from the stack...



...which we see Christian Wright is hiding under!


COLE
Look at that cowardly...

COACH
SSSHHH! He's trying to hide...

COLE
Bohemoth can't hear us.

COACH
I know that! I'm just trying to build some atmosphere. Jerk.

With the pipe in his hands, Bo looks around the boiler room.

BOHEMOTH
Come on Christian... there's no point in hiding. Sooner or later, you're going to...

*CLANK!*



*KEEEE - RRRRAAAASSSSSSSSHHHH!!*

Suddenly, Bohemoth weilds around with the pipe which collapses the structure holding the pipes, and causes them all to come crashing down on top of Christian!! You'd expect Bo to be shocked. Or surprised. But instead, he just smiles, showing Wright that he knew where he was the whole time.

"...get hurt."

Wright groans in pain, as Bohemoth lifts up the pipe...

*CLANK!*

...before smashing it over the dozens that cover Wright! Christian quickly scrambles out from under the pipes, dragging himself to his knees. Bo meanwhile exchanges his pipe for a smaller one, which is easier to swing. But he doesn't get a chance to use it, as Wright lunges forward and hits a punch to the ribs. Bohemoth doubles over, as Wright claws around and grabs a pipe, bringing it between Bo's legs.

WRIGHT
You shall harm no more!


*clank!*

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

The crowd in the arena groan, as does Bo in the Boiler Room. Christian meanwhile pulls himself up, clearly still groggy from the pipe shower he experienced. He has enough presence of mind to grab Bohemoth by the head and jeans, wheel him around and slam him into the wall however. Bo smacks off the wall, stumbling back into Wright's grasp and quickly getting sent right back into the wall. Not wanting a third visit, Bohemoth stumbles away from Wright as best possible, and around the corner of the wall.

COACH
Now who's running? The rapist, that's who.

COLE
People who answer their own questions are assholes.

Suddenly, confidence fills Wright's head as he decides to follow after Bohemoth...


*PHHHHFFFFTT!!*

...which proves a mistake, as Bo lets off a fire extinguisher towards Wright's path. CW is unable to get his arms up in time, taking the dehabilitating smoke to the face. Bohemoth meanwhile releases the nozzle of the extinguisher and rips it off the wall, before charging forwards...

*CLUNK!*

...and nailing Wright over the head with it! Christian hits the floor like a sack of spuds, with the fire extinguisher doing the same just a foot to the side of him. Bo is still up though... and taking his belt off. Seeing it, and thinking god knows what, Wright freaks and tries his best to scramble away in his dis-orientated state. He doesn't get far before Bo has the belt off and loops it around Christian's throat, using it to choke The Natural!

COACH
You see! He's a sick freak! This is probably what he did to Mackenzie!

COLE
Well, we still don't know any of that happened. We do know what Christian did though attacking Bohemoth three weeks ago.

COACH
That's no excuse for this kind of sadism!

Frantically Wright struggles to break free from Bohemoth's grip. But the belt around his throat halts any progress he looks to make, not to mention choking the life out of him. Still Wright tries to crawl away, as Bo releases the belt and instead starts to choke Wright  with his forearm. Knowing he's in trouble, Christian swings wildly back with a series of elbows which Bohemoth avoids each time. Christian keeps swinging though...


"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!"

...until suddenly Bohemoth groans in pain and releases the hold, as a right leg belonging to Christian finds it's way up and between Bo's legs. The Meterosexual Monster doubles over, as Wright stumbles off, returning with a trash can full of wood and cardboard...


*THUD!*

...and denting it over Bo's head! Bohemoth falls back against a workbench, as Wright heaves up the trashcan again. 

COACH
There we go, take out the trash Christian!

With Wright marches towards him with the trashcan overhead again, the groggy Bohemoth reaches out for the first thing that comes to hand. That being a wrench, which he clips CW in the knee with while ducking the swing of the can...




*KE - RASH!!!*


...which Christian loses control of, seeing it fly through a window behind the bench.

COACH
That's gonna cost us.

Hobbled, the lost trash can is the least of Christian's concerns now as Bohemoth grabs him around the head. He drags him off through the boiler room, keeping him quiet with some left hands to the body as he does so. Approaching the heart of the boiler room, Bohemoth throws Christian forward into a huge heating tank. CW's head THUDS off of the side of it and he staggers backwards towards another heavy piece of machinery. He falls against a pipe before realising how hot it is, lurching away from it. Unfortunately, he lurches into a right hand. But a knee manages to cut Bo off and using what he just learned, Christian grabs his opponent in a side healdock, looking to force his head against the burning hot steel pipe!

COLE
Oh no, he's trying to scold Bohemoth against that pipe! This could disfigure the man for life!

COACH
Good.

Bohemoth instinctively puts his hands up against the pipe to block, soon learning the same mistake CW made moments earlier. He quickly pulls them away, but before his head can touch the metal he catches Wright in the gut with an right hand. And a second. That fends Christian off, but he comes right back with a european uppercut and a knifedge chop to the chest. Wright then grabs hold of Bohemoth and irish whips him, sending him into a ladder which goes toppling to the floor.

WRIGHT
What say you now, heathen!?

Wright picks up a box of some description, slamming it over Bo's back. It being made of cardboard it has virtually no effect. So, in a fix, Wright quickly slaps on a Sleeper Hold.

COLE
Trying to put the bigman out here. And if he does, he'll have a free route to the door and the victory.

Getting to his feet, Bohemoth backs up and squashes Christian up against another water tank. Wright hangs onto the sleeper though, forcing his way up onto Bohemoth's back and making him carry his weight. Backing up again Bohemoth manages to put the back of Christian's head into an overhanging pipe. That breaks the sleeper and leaves CW looking dazed. Bohemoth staggers away a few steps, then turns and charges... only for Wright to pull off a quick lift, putting Bo face-first into the pipe!

COACH
How about that?

COLE
Very resourceful on Christian's part that's for sure.

After a boot to the head Wright leaves Bohemoth, retrieving the fallen ladder. Wright folds it shut and props it up against one of the sturdiest looking water tanks. Laying a few feet away is another, smaller ladder. Wright picks that up and holds it to his chest as he charges at Bohemoth... and slams it into his back.

WRIGHT
You see fit to moniker yourself 'Monster'? Hah! 

Wright brings the ladder down on his opponent again.

WRIGHT
Look upon you now, pitiable brute!

Christian picks Bohemoth up... but Bo fires back with a punch to the gut. And a second. Defensively Wright tries to apply a front facelock, but Bohemoth shrugs him off, quickly getting to his feet and delivering a big boot to the jaw! The shot rocks CW, who stays on his feet but staggers a couple of steps backwards. Picking himself back up, Bohemoth suddenly lets out a low growl and charges, hitting Wright with a football tackle...






*KE-RACK!!!!!*


...AND DRIVING HIM BACK INTO THE LADDER, WHICH COMPLETELY FOLDS IN HALF AS CHRISTIAN'S BODY IS SLAMMED AGAINST IT!!!!!

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

COACH
:O

COLE
OH MY GOD!

With a look of agony on his face, Christian lays against the mangled ladder with Bohemoth laid out to the side of him catching his breath. Neither man is quick to move, save for Wright's body rolling off of the ladder and to the cold floor.

COLE
Unbelievable! The ladder broke in half and so too might have Christian Wright's spine!

COACH
Okay, enough is enough, get somebody back there to help Christian.

Bohemoth picks himself back up, discarding the broken ladder. At his feet lies Wright, barely able to move let alone defend himself. Bo isn't done with him yet though and grabs a hold of one of the limp limbs, dragging him through the boiler room by the wrist. Wright's bare back screeches against the floor as he's dragged into position, before being lifted to his feet... and irish whipped into a door leading to the arena's electrics. Hitting the door hard, Wright stumbles out into a clothesline.

BOHEMOTH
GET UP!

Unable to do as he's told Wright tries his best to crawl away instead, getting nowhere fast. Bohemoth stomps him in the back before grabbing a mop, waiting for Christian to get to all fours before *SNAP*ing it across his back.

COLE
He's just mopping the floor with him now!

COACH
C'mon, this isn't funny!

COLE
No, it's payback. And it's been dished out in a big way by Big Bo.

Bohemoth walks away from Wright, returning dragging a TABLE by the legs! Setting it, Bohemoth grabs Wright and starts to pick him up. Almost dead weight, Wright falls against the table which is laden with cardboard boxes, a couple of which go flying. After a shot to the back, Bo pulls Wright off the table again and holds him by the head... before getting SURPRISED BY A FACEFUL OF POWDER!!

BOHEMOTH
AAAAAHHHHH! AH, *bleep!*

COACH
Yes!

COLE
Powder right in the eyes. And I don't think Christian brought that with him, I think he stumbled upon it. Who knows what kind of substance that powder is if it was laying around in a boiler room!

With Bohemoth temporarily blinded, he falls around trying to reach out and get some sort of feel for where he is. Going back to the table, Wright finds a piece of wood, smashing it over Bohemoth's head! The bigman falls to one knee still pawing at his eyes, while Christian lies in wait, before delivering an STO!

COLE
Oh! Did you hear the THUD of Bohemoth's head hitting the floor!?

COACH
I did and I loved it. I'm sure that was music to Mackenzie DeCenzo's ears!

Pushing up Wright finds himself just metres away from the exit door... but mere inches away lays Bo's nightstick, and you can guess which Wright goes for.

WRIGHT
And now, 'Monster'... your preeminent demise!


COACH
...yeah, WAFFLE HIM!

Grabbing the nightstick, Wright lines Bohemoth up as he gets to his feet and swings with the weapon. Bo sees it coming though, ducking underneath the shot and nailing a punch to the gut. Now Christian doubles over as Bo grabs hold of the nightstick and yanks it out of Wright's hands, quickly clocking him in the forehead with it! 

COACH
NO! That's not fair!

COLE
You were all for Wright using it!

COACH
That was different! He was only using it for karmic purposes.

Down goes Wright, and seemingly Bo has done enough to appease himself and decides to go for the door. If he can find it through his cloudy vision. But somehow, Wright has enough left to grab desperate hold of Bo's jeans. More irritated than prohibited, Bo turns around and stomps Christian in the head... not once but twice, before pulling his leg away. Now Wright is in trouble, as he's annoyed Bo. Walking off to where the wooden palettes lay, Bohemoth picks up a couple of them and drops them to the small ramp leading to the door. Christian meanwhile has got to all fours and has crawled over. Bohemoth nails him with another kick and pulls him up, looking down at the palettes and smiling.

BOHEMOTH
Any last words?

Wright tries to answer but can't, partly because Bohemoth is taking him up off his feet...





*CRAAAACCK!*

...AND DELIVERING THE SPINEBUSTER ONTO THE WOODEN PALETTES!!!

The crowd in the arena cheer wildly at what they see, as Wright groans in pain amongst the now broken palettes. Bohemoth meanwhile shrugs Christian off and decides to go for the door.

COLE
A dominating performance from Bohemoth, gaining retribution in his fight to clear his name. What a war!

Bohemoth takes one last look at Christian before opening the door...



...AND GOING DOWN, as he's ambushed by [b]CPA![/b]

COLE
HEY! Hey, what the hell!?

COACH
Clear his name? His name is mud Michael and he's about to get ground into the dirt where he belongs!

COLE
We knew there could be no good from CPA waiting outside the boiler room. This was a set-up!

Nailing Bo with a double axehandle, CPA follows him as he stumbles down the ramp. Already having gone through a fight Bohemoth struggles to fight back as CPA takes it to him with heavy right hands. A hard headbutt then sends Bohemoth staggering backwards. CPA runs at Bohemoth with another hard right before wheeling him around, throwing him head-first into the table still stood ready. With Bo hurt, CPA takes a look over to Christian and sees he's in a bad way and not able to take advantage of the opening. So he grabs Bohemoth and looks to put him away more decisively as he sets him in a gutwrench.

COLE
This is ridiculous, Bohemoth had this match won and now, CPA on the attack!

Setting, CPA shows SCARY strength as he muscles up the 280 plus pound Bohemoth for the Dominator. But, Bohemoth manages to escape from Allen's shoulder! Landing on his feet, Bohemoth spins CPA around and scoops him off his feet...




...THEN DRILLS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE WITH A SPINEBUSTER!!

COLE
BOOM! There goes CPA!

COACH
Damnit.

COLE
Nobody can stop the malcontented Monster!

Bohemoth picks himself up, shaking off the effects of the surprise attack. Christian is still laid out on the palettes and with CPA now down, there's no-one to stop Bohemoth, as he limps his way up the ramp and exits the door, greeted by Mike Chioda to officially end the match!


*DINGDINGDING!*

BUFFER
Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the Boiler Room Brawl... BOOOOOOOOOOOO - HHHHEEEEEEMMMMMOOOOOOTTHHHHHH!!!!

"YYYEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!"

The crowd in the arena celebrate Bohemoth's victory as he stretches out a twinge in his back. Looking back into the boiler room he surveys the broken bodies laid amongst broken tables and broken palettes, before he heads off leaving them behind.

COLE
On a night where The Enterprise were looking to put away Bohemoth once and for all, they may just have succeeded in awakening the Monster!

COACH
I just hope there's somebody guarding Mackenzie right now. There's a pervert on the loose and two men down, somebody get some security back there and guard that woman's life!

COLE
I think you ought to be worrying about Theodore Moneymaker more than Mackenzie.