A Sacrifice III promo cuts as the transmission feeds back to Assault
DF: Ladies and Gentleman we are back on the air! Get your sunglasses and Barbaque sauce out because the next match will be a hot one
JS: Thats right folks. Two UHW new commers, two UHW nobodys will make a name for themsevles tonight and one mans name will be engraved into UHW history as victorious.
DF: Its Jack Clinton vs Paul Gerrard in the infamous Inferno Match. You can see now as ring crew assemble the ring.
JS: Alright Freewood. Let me get this straight. We take TWO noobs and we throw them in a ring of fire. THAT does not make sense to me.
DF: After the fire stunt the other week, I think it fits perfectly. Anyway, lets cut to the ring
The camera pans to Ashley standing outside the ring
Ashley: Ladies and Gentleman, the next bout will be an Inferno Match. To win, you must set your opponent on fire.
The crowd pop
DF: Well, here we go
"You Don't Know" hits the P.A. The crowd give a mixed response as Paul Gerrard walks out onto the stage
Ashley: From Brooklyn New York, PAUL GERRARD!!!!!
DF: This kid grew up on the mean streets of New York. He lived the criminal life its all he knows
JS: Yeah, but does the kid no what its like to be burned alive? No he doesnt does he?
Paul climbs into the ring, climbing over the fire equipment. A orange and red haze lights the ring up
DF: This kid could be a strong force here in UHW, this match could be the stepping stone
JS: Could Be.
His music dies as "The God that Fails" hits the P.A. The crowd start screaming in cheers as the 7 foot monster that is Jack Clinton walks onto the stage
Ashley: From Oakland, California, he is the Hardcore Monster, Jack.......CLINTON!
Clinton screws his face up as he looks at Paul in the ring. He walks down slowly as his music and lighting pulses the crowd with cheers
DF: This guy is a freak show. He is a monster
JS: He is a overgrown, musclebown, no talented son of a 1000 maniacs!
DF: Oh come on...
JS: Look at him! The doctor should of slapped his mother at birth!
Jack Clinton climbs into the ring. He looks at Paul across the ring as a wall of fire explodes around them, boxing them
DF: Both of these men are big guys.
JS: Paul is short and stocky, Jack...hes a freak. A living freak!
The music cuts and the red haze light dominates over the ring. Claps from the fire start up as the flames tease in height. The bell rings and the match begins, both men staring down eachother with little emotion and no remorse
DF: Here we go, which one of these guys wil be burned alive tonight?
Both men walk up to the middle, meeting eachother. Paul looks up at the 7 foot giant as Jack smiles back. Paul hits the first blow, hitting Jack hard in the face with a European Uppercut. Paul continues the quick offence assault but is quickly downed by a Throat Thrust knocking Paul to the mat. Paul climbs back up fast, ducking a Straight punch from the mammonth monster, locking up from behind and executing a backcracker, leaving the big man down
DF: Backcracker! What a move from Paul Gerrard!
Paul climbs back up to his feet fast, nailing an elbow across the back of Clinton. Paul grabs his face and stretches it
JS: YES! GET THE FREAK WHILE HES DOWN!
Paul climbs up and stomps Jack as he tries to stand up. He waits, stalking him like a predator. Jack climbs back up to his feet as Paul jumps him from behind. Jack reverses, launching his elbow into the nose of Paul, bursting it open.
DF: Hes busted open!
JS: That freak broke his nose! Referee stop the match!!
DF: You cant its a no DQ!!
Jack turns around and sees the blood running down the front of Paul. He chops the chest of Paul hard, the echo travels throughout the building causing a "Woooo!". His big hands grapple Paul, pulling him high into the air.
DF: Hes going for the Press slam!!!
Jack looks over at the flames and starts to walk over. Paul freaks and twists out of Jacks grasp. Paul reverses off and nails a quick Inverted DDT, planting the big man down again.
JS: Thats my boy! Kill that freakshow!
DF: A beautiful counter from Paul Gerrard. He could of gotten burned alive then!
Jack sits up ala Kane as Paul goes to stomp him. Jack, with an angry look on his face, stands up, taking the pounding from Paul. Jack hits a thrust throat, winding Paul. He grabs him by the head and pulls him over to the ropes, pushing Pauls face closer towards the flames. Paul tries to fight it off, as his face slowly draws closer and closer towards the flames.
DF: Hes gonna burn his face off!!!
JS: GET OUT OF THERE!!!!
Clinton pushes Paul's face closer into the flames, an evil grin smirked across his head. Paul yelps as the fire engulfs his head, singeing the stuble from his face. Paul elbows Clinton in desperation.
DF: Hes fighting back!!
Clinton releases Gerrard. Paul turns and looks at Clinton. He goes for a quick blow but Clinton responds by wrapping his hand around Gerrard's neck
DF: Hes going for the Death Penalty!
Clinton pulls Paul up into the air fast with no strain as the crowd go nuts. He looks at the flames
DF: Hes gonna slam him into the fire!!!
Jack heaves Paul over the top rope, chokeslamming him into the flames.
DF: HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Paul hits the flames, bouncing off and landing at ringside, shaking. No flames are visible.
JS: HE AINT ON FIRE!!! THE BIG DODO SCREWED UP!
Clinton peers over the flames to the outside where Gerrard lays. He scrunches his face up in frustration
DF: Jack looks pissed.
JS: He screwed up. Thats what you get you sasquache
Paul climbs to his feet, holding his lower back in visible pain. Jack climbs up the top rope and planchas over the fire, landing ontop of Paul
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
DF: THE MONSTER JUST FLEW THROUGH THE AIR!!!
The cameras reach both men at ringside. Clinton is mounted ontop of Paul, thrashing his head with lefts and rights. Clinton climbs to his feet in a fit of rage, pushing a cameraman over
JS: This guy is a maniac!
Gerrard squirms around on the ground, looking for safety. Jack looks around the ring, a sick smile painted on his face. He pulls the ring apron up and pulls a can labeled "GAS" out.
DF: Oh my god...
JS: Can somebody get this sick son of a bitch out of here?!!
Jack looks over at the commentry table. He walks over, unscrewing the lid on the can.
DF: Oh dear god, get the hell away from here u psycotic pyromanic son of a bitch!!!
The sound check signs off as the commentators retreat over the barrier. Clinton pours the gas over the commentry table. He turns around to face Paul, whom nails Clinton with a European Uppercut to the jaw. He clotheslines the big man down to the ground. The commentry stays offline as Paul looks under the ring for a weapon. He pulls out a baseball bat, snuggled up in barbed wire. The crowd cheer as he whacks Clinton with a vicious shot, making the big man cringe. Paul looks at the gas can. He tips the little left inside the cannister onto the barbs and baseball bat. He nods at the crowd as he takes the bat over to the ring of fire, setting the bat alight. Clinton is seen crawling up to his knees, climbing back up. Paul places the burning bat onto the table, setting it on fire. The crowd start chanting "BURN BABY BURN!". Paul reaches down for Clinton, pulling him up. He taunts for "The Hit" as he goes for the firemans set up. Clinton powers out, wrapping his hand around Paul and chokeslamming him straight through the flaming desk. The flames engulf Paul, setting him alight as the referee stops the match. The camera looks back at Jack as his music begins to play. He gives an evil smirk as Ashley announces him victorious. Ring crew rush to the scene, extinguishing the flames as Assault cuts to a commercial break