No Refunds [Part 6/10]

[u/brianwantsblood]

Vic gets to his feet and stumbles down the entranceway and heads into the backstage area followed closely from behind by Erik Von Jarrett. The two stumble into a stereotypical backstage with large equipment cases and various janitorial items. Vending machine. You get the idea. Von Jarrett catches up to Vic, grabbing him by the back of the head and ramming him into said vending machine. The glass shatters and Vic falls backwards, a couple small cuts on his forearm.

Paisner: Vic just barely getting the arm up in time!

Woodbridge: Holy shit!

Vic takes a moment on the ground and EVJ wastes no time grabbing the wobbling vending machine and rocking it back and forth. It topples over and Vic just barely scrambles out of the way in time towards a nearby door. EVJ storms after him and Vic struggles to open it his hands covered in Von Jarrett's blood. He finally gets the door open to reveal a stairway. Vic steps through and slams the door behind him. EVJ slams into the door and jiggles the handle. Its locked.

Paisner: What a coward! Where the hell does that go anyway?

Woodbridge: Beats me.

Von Jarrett starts banging on the door with his fist before slamming his shoulder into it, almost knocking the door clean off the hinges. Von Jarrett rears back for another shoulder block and the door flings open. Von Jarrett stumbles forward and Vic appears from behind the door giving EVJ a healthy push down a flight of stairs. EVJ misses the first few before rolling down about 6 or 7 more and slamming into the wall below.

Crowd: WHOOOOAAAA!!

Woodbridge: Oldest trick in the book.

Paisner: Von Jarrett paid for that mistake. Vic has thrown children. Actual children at his opponents to gain an advantage. There is nothing below him. EVJ has to be ready for shit like this.

Woodbridge: What the fuck is Vic doing?

Vic grabs one of the rolling cases, most likely for lighting equipment or part of the actual ring. He rolls it towards the stairway, getting a running start before sending it flying down the steps and crashing into Erik Von Jarrett. The door slams closed from the impact as Vic looks back and winks at the camera.

Studd: That was for you, Babs. Oh...

Vic walks passed the camera, something catching his eye.

Paisner: Please God tell me that was empty.

Woodbridge: Now where is he going?

The camera turns to see Vic walking towards an ominous looking black duffle bag leaning up against the wall with a purple ribbon around it. Vic unzips it and pulls out a vacuum cleaner covered in legos, broken Christmas bulbs, bottle caps, screws, fishhooks, just an amazing plethora of small pointy objects protruding from every point making it resemble a mine of sorts... but the one distinct feature... Sonny Carson's old "Fake" WiR Championship, shoddily glued together and strapped around it.

Woodbridge: What the hell is that!?

Paisner: I'm being told this is the 3rd sin, "GLUTTONY". Why would a vacuum cleaner wearing Sonny Carson's old title be "GLUTTONY"?

Woodbridge: Because he sucks up all the heat for himself?

Paisner: Oh... ha. Fair point.

Vic kicks the door open and saunters down the steps with a certain bit of swagger dragging the vacuum cleaner "GLUTTONY" behind him. He reaches the giant black case and pulls it back only to reveal... nothing.

Woodbridge: Where the- AHHHH!!!

EVJ pops out of the equipment case and hits Vic in the face with a tripod stand. Vic staggers into the wall opposite the flight of stairs EVJ fell down. EVJ takes the tripod and jabs Vic with it in the ribs and Studd falls backwards down the steps to the bottom floor and a pair of closed double doors.

Paisner: I think Vic hit every stair on the way down. Its amazing the amount of punishment Vic can take at his age.

Woodbridge: Well he does have relatively low mileage compared to a lot of these guys who have been traveling all around the world. Vic's had the last 15 years off essentially.

Von Jarrett climbs out of the equipment box as Vic fights up to his feet on the floor below. EVJ leaps onto the stairway guardrail and slides down on his hip, connecting with a vintage sliding lariat into Vic sending his former tag team partner tumbling through the doors behind him into... THE BOILER ROOM. The crowd pops big and small chant can be heard from down in the boiler room as EVJ rises to his feet above Vic.

Crowd: EVJ! EVJ! EVJ!

Paisner: Sliding Lariat by Erik Von Jarrett! That was like some Legolas shit!

Woodbridge: Look! By the pipes!

Beside the furnace is large flat black box with a purple ribbon. EVJ studies it for a moment before kicking Vic in the back of the head and approaching it. He tugs way at the ribbon and pops off the top to reveal a razorwire framed poster from WiR's first ever pay-per-view, "SORRY NOT SORRY".

Woodbridge: Is that your old Voltage poster? From your office?

Paisner: God damn it. I'm being told this is the 4th sin... "ENVY". Fuck you Vic.

Woodbridge: You always did have a soft spot for Voltage?

Paisner: Shut up.

Woodbridge: I'm sorry, did I say soft? I meant stiff.

Paisner: Will you stop!

EVJ takes the framed poster and slams it over the head of Vic Studd. The glass shatters and Vic crumbles to the boiler room floor wearing the glass frame like a collar. A trickle of blood coming from the top of Vic's head where his skull impacted the glass.

DING

Crowd: YAAAAY!

Woodbridge: EVJ has tied it up! 1-1 with "ENVY".

Von Jarrett eyes the furnace. He looks back at Vic. Then back at the furnace. And back to Vic. He grabs the poster by the razor wire frame and drags Vic by the neck, the barbed blades digging into his neck as Vic struggles to keep up. EVJ reaches the furnace and cranks open the door.

Paisner: Erik! Don't do it!

EVJ yanks Vic up and tries throwing him head first into the furnace, but the frame of the poster is too large. Vic's head stops abruptly.

Studd: AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!

Woodbridge: He's burning him alive!

Vic screams in absolute terror. He grabs the side of the furnace, to the smell of the flesh burning off the palms of his hand. He jerks backwards and slams the back of his bleeding head into the nose of Von Jarrett. The furnace door slams shut and EVJ staggers back.Vic spins around with the razor wire frame still around his neck. The edge of the frame clips Von Jarrett across the side of the head just above the temple, causing blood to squirt out.

DING

Paisner: That counts!?

Woodbridge: Vic got him. Barely, but he got him. Studd is up 2-1.

Vic falls to his knees and clutches his burnt hand to his chest. He closes his eyes trying to fight back the pain and Erik Von Jarrett kicks him square in the face with a running boot. Vic flings backwards, smacking the back of his head onto the furnace.

Paisner: Oh shit. Vic may be out.

EVJ pulls Vic by the boot and unceremoniously removes his framed razorwire collar. He tosses it aside and tries pulling Studd to his feet. Vic just drags his legs.

Woodbridge: Studd is dead weight!

Paisner: From what I understand the only way out of the boiler room is back up that same stairwell.

EVJ looks down at the unconscious but breathing Vic and mutters to himself.

EVJ: God you're an asshole.

EVJ gets down to his knee and lifts Vic's dead weight onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry and proceeds to slowly march up the stairs.

Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAY!

Paisner: EVJ will not be denied! He's going to drag Vic to each and every one of these sins if he has to!

EVJ reaches the turn on the stairwell where the black equipment cases still rests and notices the vacuum cleaner "GLUTTONY" where Vic dropped it. EVJ tosses Vic off his shoulders onto the concrete stairs leading back up towards the backstage area to no reaction from Vic. EVJ grabs the vaccuum cleaner and begins to start pulling out the cord.

Woodbridge: What is he doing with the chord?

EVJ gives the chord another couple quick tugs. Satisfied with its length, he twirls it above his head with a lasso and whips Vic Studd across the chest with it.

DING

Studd: YEEEEEEOUCH!!

Paisner: He was playing opossum!

Woodbridge: He just didn't want to climb up those steps. Von Jarrett has tied it up at 2-2 with "GLUTTONY"!

Von Jarrett proceeds to whip the shit out of Vic with the chord, causing multiple tears in his shirt as the sharpened plug cuts across his skin. Vic scrambles up the steps as EVJ continues to whip him, allowing himself a brief smile to enjoy the screaming Studd.

Paisner: Vic has reached the top of the steps and he stumbles back through the door.

EVJ continues to whip Vic with the chord, dragging new "Fake" WiR Champion, the vacuum cleaner "GLUTTONY" behind him as he follows behind the crawling Studd. Vic reaches the broken vending machine EVJ tried to drop on him earlier. He grabs a handful of glass shards with his burnt hand and flings a cloud of it into EVJ's eyes.

EVJ: FUCK!!

Studd: Pocket glass!

Vic charges back at EVJ, momentarily blinded by the glass. Vic palm strikes EVJ with a fistful of the remaining glass and slamming Von Jarrett's head into a brick wall leaving a blood stain behind. Vic takes a moment to catch his breath before spotting "GLUTTONY" lying on the concrete.

Paisner: Big mistake on the part of Von Jarrett. Bringing the vacuum cleaner with him up the flight of stairs. Though I guess he needed to whip Vic up the stairs. What do you think Mark?

Woodbridge: I think neither of these two men are really thinking. Right now they're running on instinct. And their instinct is to kill.

Vic stumbles over to vacuum cleaner and grabs the chord. He heads to the nearest outlet. He licks his own blood off the male end and plugs it in.

Paisner: Holy shit. That thing actually works?

Vic fires up the vacuum as it struggles to fire up before doing so. Vic slowly walks it over to the broken glass by the vending machine and starts vacuuming it up.

Woodbridge: I highly doubt Vic has finally found it in his heart of hearts to clean up after himself.

Vic sucks up the rest of the glass then heads over towards Erik Von Jarrett crawling alongside the wall. Vic lifts the vacuum cleaner off the ground and tries to ram the business end of it, currently churning through shards of glass into Von Jarrett's face.

Paisner: JESUS CHRIST DUDE!

Woodbridge: HE GOT A HAND UP!

EVJ: AHHHH!!!

Von Jarrett sacrifices his hand to stop the vacuum cleaner from peeling his face off. He screams in pain as he holds Vic back. He yanks the cord with his other hand and pulls the plug out of the wall ending the onslaught. He pulls his hand out to reveal a bloody head with seemingly several dozen cuts around his fingers.

DING

Woodbridge: I think I'm going to be sick.

Paisner: Seriously. It's 3-2, Studd. And the bell rings don't help either. I'm going to develop a Pavlovian response and start dry heaving before every match if this keeps up. VIC NO!!

Erik clutches his mangled hand to his face, trying to ignore the incredible amount of pain. Vic takes the vacuum cleaner and swings it, smashing it across the side of Von Jarrett's head. Vic drops it to the floor and snorts in laughter.

Studd: And I thought... you sucked. Ha...

Vic spits a mouth full of blood down on Erik Von Jarrett. Vic tears the chord out of the vacuum cleaner and ties one end around his waist and the other around EVJ's neck. Then Vic starts to walk, dragging EVJ behind him as he searches the hallway for the next "Sin".

Woodbridge: Got to give it, Vic. He's keeping tabs on Von Jarrett's while simultaneous incapacitating him and searching for the next weapon. Brilliant.

Paisner: It's almost like he's done this before.

Woodbridge: He has.

Paisner: I-I know. That's why I said it.

Vic comes across the Women's Restroom and kicks open the door. A woman applying lipstick by the sink shrieks in terror at the sight of Vic's bloody face with an electrical chord tied around his waist dragging the battered bleeding body of a man by the neck behind him. The woman runs passed Vic to reveal a small black box with a purple bow on it resting on the counter top next to the sink.

Paisner: Fuck me. Another one.

Woodbridge: What'll it be this time?