Post by Latino on Jul 8, 2004 17:03:42 GMT -5
WCW: Latino, Just like Ridley said earlier……I want you to pay close attention………..I want you to remember this for the rest of your life, because you caused it – you were pinned, you lost the match.
Latino doesn’t understand; WCW leans down close to Blaze……..
WCW: Danielle “DJ” Blaze…………………….YOU’RE FIRED!!!!!
WCW drives his patent leather shoe straight into Blaze’s head and the crowd erupts with fury; Latino’s face collapses with shock and he screams at WCW in disbelief. WCW stalks away from Blaze, ripping her contract into tiny shreds, and as he does so Ridley is revealed, grinning nastily and holding the same chair that is stained with Latino’s blood. Ridley holds the chair above Blaze and looks to WCW; the chairman stares at Latino, then at Blaze, and with a twisted smile he gives a thumbs – down signal in the manner of a Roman emperor condemning a fallen Gladiator. Blaze stares at WCW, defiant to the end; in the final moments she looks to Latino and mouths the words “I love you”. Ridley lifts the chair right above his head and brings it down with all his strength; the crack of steel on bone is horrific. Blaze keels over to the mat, blood literally pouring from the wound and spreading in a thick black pool across the ring; Latino’s whole face drains of colour and he slumps in the grip of the druids. The crowd is horrified and a sonic wave of anger crashes against the ring occupants, who are evidently satisfied with their work. WCW, Ridley and Rose exit the ring as the bells at the start of Ridley’s theme echo across the arena; together they sweep past Latino and up the ramp toward Ginger’s group. The security form a protective circle, but the 3 wrestlers bolt straight past them and down to the ring, with EMTs right behind. The druids quickly release Latino and melt away into the crowd; RDK punches Latino down on to the steel ramp before leaving to join his associates. At the top of the ramp, Ginger remains alone and he stands in the way of WCW’s exit. WCW regards him as if he were less than human.
WCW: So much for Jeff Veasey’s “commissioner”………..
The emotions raging inside Ginger are too much and he drops to his knees as WCW and the heels brush him aside on their way out; guilt and an overwhelming sense of failure consume him. In the ring the EMTs are working on Blaze, strapping her to a stretcher; Latino kneels and holds her hand. The medic tells him to speak to her for reassurance but Latino does not have the words, so he just stays as close as he can. The other 3 roster members stand back to let the medics work; they desperately want to help but there is nothing for them to do. Finally the EMTs are ready to move off and Latino goes to follow, but Blade holds him back gently.
Blade: You need attention yourself Latino. The ambulance crew will move faster without any of us in the way……..
Latino (still holding Blaze’s hand): All right. DJ, don’t be afraid…….the medics will look after you, you’ll be safe with them. I’ll see you soon.......mamacita…….
Blaze cannot speak as she has an oxygen mask fitted, but Latino feels Blaze’s hand tighten around his; the team is ready to depart, and reluctantly he lets her go as the EMTs carry the stretcher away at a run to the ambulance which is always on standby for the shows. A couple of medics have remained to look at Latino, and he sits down on the mat as they start to patch him up; his face cannot find a way to express the storm of emotions battering him internally, so he looks blank as the medics apply the first of many bandages. On the titantron, a camera crew follows the medical team as they rush out to the waiting vehicle………<br>
Just outside the arena, the paramedics are waiting; the stretcher is lifted on to a waiting wheeled trolley and the paramedics begin to push it away. The EMTs turn and go back into the building; as they do so the head medic calls out to the ambulance crew:
EMT: You guys give her the best treatment possible, ok?
Paramedic: Trust me, friend, our care is to DIE for.
The head medic finds the comment a little strange, but he leaves the paramedics to do their jobs. The paras wheel the trolley up to the waiting ambulance and lift the stretcher inside, but they appear to be in no hurry to leave; one hooks up Blaze to a heart monitor, which begins to emit a steady pulse. The audience is watching all of this in the big screens, and some of the more intelligent fans are becoming extremely uneasy……the two paramedics look down at their charge, and then slowly remove their face masks…….
Ridley: The doctor…………. is IN. Nurse, we have a critical situation here – hand me the defibrillators!
Blaze’s eyes snap wide open and she stuggles in terror to try and escape from the stretcher, but the EMTs have done their job too well and she is trapped; the heart monitor instantly increases its rate of emitting beeps as Blaze’s heart races with fear. In the ring, Latino almost knocks out the people attending to him as he springs to his feet and stares up at the screen, along with everyone else.
In the ambulance, Rose hands Ridley the zap pads; Ridley flashes a diabolical grin at the camera……..
Ridley: CLEAR!!
Ridley applies the pads and Blaze bucks at the shock; the audience cries out but Latino does not hear them as he rushes from the ring, up the ramp and into the backstage area, with Blade and co right behind him……..
Blaze’s heart monitor continues to pulse, growing faster with each second – beep…………...beep………..……..beep…………..
Ridley: Again! Increase voltage!.........CLEAR!!
Ridley pushes the pads into Blaze’s chest once more, and she shudders violently…….
(faster again)Beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…..
Latino rockets though the corridors, running faster than he ever has in his entire life…….
Ridley: Once more, MAXIMUM POWER! CLEAR!
Ridley drives the pads against Blaze and delivers a shock that would stun an elephant; every muscle in Blaze’s body is jolted and she starts to convulse………<br>
The heart monitor’s stats are displayed in flashing red figures and the pulsing beat goes critical……..beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep……..
Latino bursts out of the arena and into the parking lot just as Ridley and Rose are walking away from the ambulance.
Rose: The patient’s prognosis was unusually poor, eh?
Latino is still running blindly toward the ambulance, with Bladeshadow a few paces behind; he does not notice what Blade sees approaching from the right at terrifying speed. Blade desperately dives and rugby – tackles Latino to the ground less than 15 feet from the emergency vehicle………..
The black 18 wheeler truck is being driven by the druids; it ploughs straight into the ambulance, just barely missing Latino and Blade as they lie on the ground.
Ridley: I’m afraid………it was terminal.
The ambulance skids some distance before toppling over on its side; the druids quickly shift the truck (which has the word “INDEED” airbrushed over its length) into reverse in order to leave the scene as quickly as possible. Ridley and Rose jump into the chairman’s waiting limousine next to WCW and RDK, and they too make their escape. The rest of the roster has heard all the commotion and comes flying out of the building, the frontrunners come to a screeching halt just in front of Latino and Blade so that the backmarkers pile into them. Everyone – fans, roster, crew – falls absolutely silent, and a single, appalling sound is heard coming from the wrecked ambulance………..
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP………….
Latino screams, the very sound of the human soul being ripped apart, and then passes out on the concrete.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
