Group: UHW Hall of Fame
Member No.: 18
Joined: 16-February 05
As UHW returns from the break, crewmembers are bringing the gear for the Inferno match to the ring. Ashley stands outside of the ring as the crew begin setting up the equipment, a plank of wood for each of the three ropes on each side of the ring and gas lines.
Ashley: This next bout is the Mask vs. Mask Inferno Match!
The crowd buzz wildly as the crew continue to set up the ring.
Ashley: The only way you can lose this match is to lit on Fire, and whoever is the Loser must be stripped of his mask!
The crew members finish and leave the arena, with the exception of two members and without lighting the planks. Welcome to the Jungle starts up
Ashley: The first competitor, Drake STEVENS!!!
Drake makes his way down to the ring as the crowd boos him wildly. As he reaches the ring, he stops and looks at the Inferno Set-up.
DF: I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach
JS: Denzel, somebodies going to Burn, somebodies losing their mask, Soembody is going on to face the Champion. This match is going to make one man and break another, I love it!
He reaches under the ring and pull out the Unlit Inferno Chair before sliding into the ring under the bottom plank and rope and gets to his feet, awaiting his opponent.
DF: And what can the Ref do to stop him from using that chair?
JS: Absolutley Nothing!
Suddenly the lights go out in the arena, causing the fans to buzz. O Fortuna starts up and the stage glows red. Demios steps out onto the stage and walks to the ring slowly, the red following him.
Crowd: DEMI! DEMI! DEMI!
DF: Good god! This guy is huge! And let me remind you folks, this is Demios's Signature Match. He is the Innovator of the Inferno Match, he has faced more opponents in an Inferno Match than anyone on the UHW roster, even Phenom himself.
JS: That is a strong boast, Denzel. Demios even faced Phenom in an Inferno Match, and we all know how that turned out
DF: With the help of Brimstone, Phenom was set on fire!
The two crew members taker off a bottom plank, allowing Demios to roll in the ring. As he does so, the crew put the plank back on and exits the arena. The ring glows red as Demios and Drake stare at each other.
JS: You can feel the tension in the ring, Denzel!
Drake grips the Chair in both hands and the lights slowly return in the arena.
Crowd: Lets go FIRE! Lets go FIRE!
Suddenly two crewmembers return from the back and seem to be examining the Inferno Gear.
DF: What's going on here?
Crew member: Itís broken! Itís not going to work!
The crowd easily hear the panicking crew member shout this, and begin to boo. The crew members begin working frantically on the set-up
JS: What the hell is going on?
Crowd: This is Bullshit! This is Bullshit!
DF: It seems we are having a problem with the Inferno Gear, please bare with us folks.
Suddenly, Demios raises his arms and 4 towers of pyro boom from the turnbuckles, and the planks light on fire!
DF: There is the Power of the 6 foot 8 Monster that is Demios!
Drake looks at the flames around him, before looking back at Demios. The bell sounds and the fans cheer wildly. Drake raises the chair to attack Demios, but Demios doesnít move. Drake charges at Demios and swings the chair, but Demios rips it from his hands. He throws it to the corner of the ring and glares to at Drake.
DF: Plan B, Drake, Demios just threw your Chair away!
Suddenly the two burst into punches, throwing hard right fists at each other. Drake backs into the ropes and runs at Demios, but Demios counters into a Tilt-A-Whirl slam.
JS: Boom! Demios is a machine!
Demios gets to his feet and turns, raising his leg. He drops down on Drake with a thunderous standing Leg Drop. Drake rolls away after the move and Demios gets to his feet. As Demios turns around, Drake runs at him, but Demi counters with a huge Clothesline.
DF: Oh my! Seems we may have an extremly shorter match than we hoped!
The crowds are going nuts as Demios gets to his feet. He reaches down and picks up Drake, hooking his hands under his shoulders. He lifts him in the air before putting his hands on his chest and driving him to the mat with a sit-down Powerbomb. Demios calmly gets to his feet and looks around at the crowd.
DF: Demios is throwing Drake around like a Rag-Doll! I wodner if Drake really knows what he got into?
Drake slowly begins getting to his feet, the intense heat getting to him. Demios meets him halfway, and lifts him to his feet. He forces him back to a corner and begins ramming his shoulder into Drakeís gut. Drake tries to counter, but he canít escape. Demios backs out of the corner after 3 shoulder rams, Drake stumbling forward.
DF: The power, the incredible Force of Demios is just too much for Drake, here!
JS: Come on Drake!
Demios snaps a kick into his gut, before lifting him up in a Military Press. The crowd goes nuts as Demios slowly inches towards the flames.
JS: NO NO NO!
DF: Here we go Folks!
Drake realizes this and drops out of Demiosís hands, behind him. He jumps up and drop kicks Demios in the back, but Demios just stands there.
DF: A sneak attack that failed!
Demios turns around and looks at Drake, before ramming his fist into his face. Drake stumbles, groggy. Demios backs into the ropes and charges at Drake, ramming him to the mat with the Jenovahs Rage!
JS: NO! Come on!
The crowd pop wildly as Demios slowly gets to his feet. He raises a fist and the crowd pops wildly. Drake slowly gets to his feet, but Demios grabs him. Demios whips Drake to the ropes and bounces off the opposite. As the two charges at each other, Drake slides between Demiosís feet, narrowly missing another Jenovahs Rage.
DF: Drake read that a mile away!
As Demios turns around, Drake dropkicks him in the face. Demios stumbles back and Drake gets to his feet.
JS: Dropkick him into the Fire!
Drake runs at Demios and pushes him back towards the ropes. Demios bounces off the ropes and goes for a big boot, but Drake steps around it. As Demios puts his foot down and turns to meet Drake, Drake punches him hard in the throat. Demios stumbles back and holds his throat. Drake slaps Demios across the face, causing Demios to stand straight up. As Demios tries to grab Drake, Drake turns and runs to the rope. Demios steps forward as Drake springboards off of the middle rope moonsalting at Demios.
JS: There we go!
DF: Shades of the Great Sabu, one of Drake Idols!
As he makes an impact, Demios catches him on his shoulder.
DF: Not good enough!
Drake panics as Demios walks around the ring. Suddenly Demios stops and turns around, before charging at a corner. He lowers Drake and rams him into the corner. The crowd moans in agony as Drake is squashed.
JS: Son of a! He just got mashed like a potato, Denzel!
Demios backs away and Drake slumps to the mat. Demios raises his hand to his throat and cuts across it, causing the fans to pop.
DF: Demios showing the fans the end is near! It's unbelieveable how Demios began in UHW as one of the biggest Heels in UHW's history, and now he could very well be the fans favourite second only to Beast!
He walks over to Drake and drags him to the middle of the ring, where he begins to stir. Demios walks over to the corner and begins to climb with his back to Drake.
DF: What the hell is Demios doing?
While Demios carefully climbs, he doesnít realize Drake is to his feet. Drake stumbles over and grabs the Chair in the corner of the ring. He calmly sticks it in the flames, lighting it on Fire!
JS: Oh my god!
DF: NO He can't be doing what I think he's going to Do!
As Demios carefully begins to turn around, standing on the top rope, Drake runs at him and whacks him across the face with the Flaming Chair.
DF: Oh My!
JS: WHAM! Did you see that!?
Demios falls off of the top rope and over to flames to the outside!
JS: Is he on Fire!? His face as to be melted!
Demios crashes to the mats on the outside, as Drake stands in the ring. Drake unfolds the chair and sets it up before the ropes, the back-rest of the chair still on fire. As Demios reaches his feet, Drake bounces back off the ropes and runs, springboarding off the flaming chair. He clears the flames and slams into Demios, their heads and upperbodyís clashing.
DF: JESUS!! Doesn't he care!? Doesn't he Give a Damn about his Own Body!?
Demios falls back on the concrete and Drake rolls away, clutching the side of his head in pain as The crowd claps wildly.
Crowd: UHW!! UHW!! UHW!!
Drake slowly pushes himself to his feet and Demios sits up. The camera focuses on a small tear on the upper left corner of Demiosís mask.
JS: Denzel! Denzel, look at Demios's mask! Drake msut of ripped it with that chair Shot!
Drake slowly gets to his feet and walks to the ring. He reaches under the ring and pulls out another chair. As Demios slowly gets to his feet, Drake swings the chair and smashes it across Demiosís face again, the tear in the mask getting bigger.
DF: Drake unleashing those vile chair shots!
Demios slowly reaches his feet, but Drake runs at him again and swings the chair full force. The shot across Demiosís face sending him stumbling back to the guard rail. Demios rests back against the guard rail as Drake unfolds the chair. He takes a few steps back before running at the chair and springboarding off of it, missile dropkicking Demios over the guard rail.
JS: You got to be kidding me!!!
The crowd backs away as Demios lays on the concrete. Out of nowhere, Drake flips over the guard-rail and lands on Demios with a Senton splash.
DF: My god!!!
Crowd: UHW!! UHW!! UHW!!!
The two lay there momentarily before Drake gets up. Demios slowly stirs and tries to sit up. Drake runs to the guard rail and steps on it, before moonsalting back onto Demios! The crowd erupts as the two just lay there.
DF: He is Insane!!
Crowd: Drake! Drake! Drake!
JS: Finally the People giving Drake the Respect he deserves!
Drake slowly rolls away from Demios, before raising to both knees. He crawls over to Demios and begins throwing out punches to his forehead with his right fist. He grips at Demios mask and begins ripping at the tear, making the upper left of Demiosís mask flap.
DF: HEY HEY! Stop that!
JS: Stop Drake, I don't want to see that ugly Demented face! Maybe when the match is over
Demios pushes Drake away. Drake rolls back to his feet and walks over to Demios, who is sitting up. He pulls Demios to his feet by the hair. He backs up a few steps before charging at Demios, but Demios counters into a powerslam! Drake splats against the concrete and the crowd give out another loud moan in agony. The two just lay there as the crowd claps.
DF: That, ladies and gentlemen, is solid concrete. You know they say Wrestling is fake, but how in hell do you learn to fall onto Cocnrete without hurting yourself? Yeah that's Fake, give me a break!
Demios sits up slowly and breathes heavily, his hair covering his face. Drake slowly stirs and sits up also. The two get to their feet slowly and turn around to see each other. As they lock eyes, they charge at each other, connecting with a double clothesline! The two slam to the concrete and the fans clap around them.
Crowd: UHW!! UHW!! UHW!!
Demios is the first to sit up. He gets to his feet and stumbles to the guard rail, resting his head on it. Out of nowhere, Drake appears behind Demios with a chair in hand! As Demios stands and turns around, he is met by a huge chair shot to the face! Demios falls back onto the guard rail and flops over it as the crowd boos at Drake.
DF: That's Enough! Put the Damn Chairs Away!
JS: All's Fair in Inferno Matches!
Demios lays back on the mats, breathing heavilly, as the flames still roar around the ring. Once again, as if out of nowhere, Drake climbs onto the top of the guard rail. He hooks the chair under his legs and dives off, nailing an Arabian Face Buster onto Demiosís head and chest! Demios rolls away as Drake clutches the back of his legs.
DF: Good god!
Crowd: UHW!!! UHW!!! UHW!!!
JS: It's over!!!
Drake slowly gets to his feet and walks over to Demios, who is laying on the hard concrete floor. His left eye and upper left forehead are completely visible, as his mask has ripped away in that region.
JS: I see Skin!!!
Drake picks up Demios slowly, who is extremely groggy, and punches him hard in the left eye. Demios stumbles back, but Drake punches him again. Quickly Demiosís eye and cheek turns red as Drake goes for another punch. The punch bounces off of the skull of Demios, causing him to take another few steps back.
DF: Look at those punches, totally sick!
Drake rears up and runs at Demios, and as if in a fluid motion, he hooks his legs around Demios head and Hurricanrana him to the concrete floor, causing the crowd to moan with agony.
JS: OOH BABY!!!
DF: He may of just broke Demios's neck there!
Demios looks out, laying on the floor. Drake slowly reaches his feet and goes back to the ring. Demios sits up slowly, the area around his left eye swelled and very red. He rolls to the side and pushes himself to his feet, turning to face Drake, who has Another Fire Chair in his hands!
DF: Where did that come From!?
He slowly puts the end of the chair into the flames and it ignites, causing the fans to erupt.
DF: Oh god!
JS: Hahahaha!!! You know what they say, Denzel, If you can't burn them with the fire around the ring, Burn them with a Fire Chair!
Quickly, referee Michael St. Claire runs to the ring and pleads with Drake to put the chair away.
Ref: Put the chair down, Drake!!!
Demios slowly advances on Drake, who throws the chair aside and punches Demios in the face again. Demios shakes it off and glares down at Drake. Drake stumbles back a few steps as The Ref struggles to pick up the hot chair. Demios rushes at Drake and raises his arm for a clothesline, and with the Refís back turned, Drake ducks the attack and kicks Demios in the back, forcing him to put his right hand in the fire!
DF: HIS HAND, HIS HAND IS ON FIRE!!!
As the Ref turns around, Drake jumps infront of him and forces him to turn his back on Demios! Demios throws his flaming hand around. His glove and hand continues to burn as the Ref cannot see whatís going on.
DF: Look Ref!!!
JS: Look at Drake! He wont let the Ref see!!! Hahaha BURN BABY!!! BURN!!!
Demios drops to one knee and a crewmember quickly puts the fire out with a fire extinguisher. Drake lets go off the Ref as smoke rises from Demiosís badly burnt hand. He raises his foot and stomps his heel into the back of it, causing Demios to let out a scream. He clutches his hand and rolls away. With a sick laugh, Drake follows the fallen Demios and keeps stomping and kicking his hand, getting more screams.
JS: Listen to the screams!
DF: No one has ever dominated Demios like this
Crowd: DEMI!! DEMI!! DEMI!!
As Drake advances on Demios on more time, Demios quickly reaches up and grabs him by the throat with his right hand. Drake quickly smacks it away, forcing Demios back down into the fetal position, clutching his hand.
DF: Drake may have got the upper-hand here by taking away Demios's hand!
Drake turns his back on Demios and pushes The Referee out of his way as he goes for the Fire Chair. He picks it up and walks towards Demios, who is trying to reach his feet.
Ref: NO!!! Put it Down!
Drake ignores the Ref and watches Demios raise to one knee. He rears the chair back and swings, smashing it across the side of Demiosís face. Demios falls back and lays unconscious on the mat. As the camera focuses on the left side of his face it reveals he has a huge cut on his forehead, which is bleeding badly.
JS: Oh my god...
DF: It can't be, Demios...That is the Blood of Demios!
Drake lets out a crazed laugh as he raises the Fire Chair high. The crowd boos wildly
DF: Drake has officially become the first person to Ever make Demios Bleed, EVER!
Ref: Put the damn chair down!!
Suddenly, the boos are changed into a huge ovation of cheers. Demios has sat up. He slowly reaches up to his face and feels the blood totally covering his skin and mask.
Slowly he clenches his fist and looks up at Drake, who is in shock. Demios pushes himself to his feet and the crowd moans, getting a good look at the grotesque cut on Demiosís forehead.
DF: Thats a really bad cut on his forehead, look at the blood pouring out!
Demios begins to tense up, looking as if he is about to snap. The crowd are going nuts as Drake drops the chair and stumbles back. Suddenly Demios reaches to his left and grabs the bottom plank of wood that holds the Flames and breaks it off! The crowd scream, almost in shock as Demios holds the huge piece of flaming wood.
DF: OH MY GOD!!!
JS HOLY SHIT!!! LOOK AT THAT!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
The Ref bails to the other side of the ring, but Drake stays there, shocked. Demios charges at Drake, but quickly Drake kicks Demios in his right hand. Demios drops the flaming wood and goes down to a knee in pain.
DF: That's the wisest thing Drake has done this whole match!
JS: I still can't Believe Demios snapped that wood off!!
The crowd boos as Drake slides into the ring. Suddenly Demios gets to his feet and looks at Drake through the flames. Drake looks panicked, as if he has no where to run.
Crowd: DEMIOS! DEMIOS!
Demios slowly slides in the ring and stands, glaring at Drake.
DF: No where to run, Drake!
Blood gushes out of his forehead as he signals with his right hand for Drake to attack him. Drake charges at him, but Demios reads it and big boots Drake in the face. As Drake goes down, Demios looks at the first Flaming Chair still set up in the ring.
JS: Look at the blood, it's still pouring!
Drake slowly begins to get to his feet as Demios walks over to him. He lifts him by the hair and whips him to the ropes but Drake counters and whips Demios. As Demios comes running back, Drake Drop-Toe-Holds and Demiosís face goes smashing onto the seat of the chair! The crowd explodes as he makes impact, making a dent in the seat of the chair.
DF: OH MY!
Crowd: UHW!!! UHW!! UHW!!!
JS: If anything, that move made Demios's forehead even worse!
The two lay on the mat, motionless. The crowd keeps cheering wildly for what seems like two minutes. The Ref desperately tries to see how they are doing, but the flames keep him back. Slowly Drake begins to stir. He pushes himself to his feet slowly and stumbles to the Flaming Chair. He reaches down and folds the chair up, before taking a look at the falling and badly bleeding Demios.
Crowd: Lets go DEMI Lets GO! Lets Go DEMI Lets GO!
Drake limps over to the turnbuckles and begins to climb, the Fire Chair in his hand. He reaches the top rope and tries not to burn himself as he turns around slowly. Suddenly he dives off, and as he flips in mid-air, he hooks the flaming chair under his legs. He nails an Arabian Leg Drop with the Flaming Chair onto the bare chest of Demios. The crowd explodes as Demios rolls around clutching his chest and Drake clutches the back of his legs, smoke emitting from both. The crowd continues to go nuts
DF: JESUS CHRIST!!! NO MORE!!! NO MORE!!! STOP THE DAMN MATCH!!!
Crowd: DRAKE! DRAKE! DRAUHW! UHW! UHW!
Drake slowly begins to stir. The speed and the impact of the Arabian Face Buster extinguished the flames on the chair so neither men were caught on fire. Drake slowly begins to push himself to his feet, but is frozen by Demios sitting straight up! Smoke slowly raises from his pink upper body and blood drools from his forehead, down his face and his neck and onto his chest.
JS: Oh my god...He truely is a Monster!
He slowly looks at Drake and begins to tense up again. Drake falls back on his ass and shakes his head in disbelief as Demios begins getting to his feet.
Crowd: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
Drake gets to his feet quickly and takes a few steps away from Demios before turning around to look at the flames. As he turns back around, Demios grabs him by the throat with both hands! He goes to lift him, but he quickly steps back and clutches his badly burnt hand.
JS: Demios can't do the Unholy Judgement!!
Drake begins to laugh as he encircles Demios, who is in a lot of pain. Drake steps around to face Demios before him. He bursts into action, running towards him, but Demios boots Drake in the gut. He tucks his head between his legs and lifts him up. Demios inches close towards the ropes as Drake desperately tries to get off of Demiosís shoulders. The crowd buzzes as Demios stops before he touches the ropes. Out of nowhere and Powerbombs Drake down onto the top plank of Wood! Drake crashes through all 3 planks to the mats, the fans exploding.
Ref: Itís over! Itís Over!
DF: OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!
JS: HE JUST WENT THROUGH ALL 3 PLANKS!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
The camera reveals that Drakeís pants are on fire. Demios collapses into the middle of the ring while crew members put out Drake. O Fortuna by Therion hits. The crowd cheer wildly as the flames go out.
DF: Your Winner, and the Number One Contender! DEMIOS!
EMTís rush to the ring, a stretcher in tow. A couple of EMTís slide in the ring and begin checking on Demiosís badly bleeding forehead.
JS: Amazing Match, Amazing!
Around 5 EMTís huddle around Drake.
Crowd: UHW! UHW! UHW! UHW!
2 EMTís slowly lift Drake to his feet. The fans clap for him as he groggily looks around.
DF: You klnow the stipulation, Drake...It's time to take off the mask
Crowd: STEVENS! STEVENS! STEVENS!
Slowly he reaches up to the back of his head and begins untying his mask. The crowd buzzes as he slowly limps around to the flaming chair that he dropped previously. Demios is helped to his feet and an EMT places a bandage on his forehead. Drake takes off his mask and throws it into the flames of the Flaming Chair, before falling back into the arms of EMTís. Long black hair flops down from his head and covers his face as he is escorted backstage.
JS: I can't see his face!!! What does he look like, Denzel!?
Denzel: I don't Know! Folks, stay with us as we go to this commerical Break!
UHW goes to commerical as a limp Demios is being helped from the ring, the white bandage around his head now red with blood.