John Justice vs. Howitzer - 4 Pits of Pain Match

Tim: This is the semi-finals for the King of Violence, and we've got little John Justice facing off against Howitzer!

Jeff: Not only that, but this is a MODIFIED 4 Pits of Pain match. Instead of the normal pits of razors, tacks, fluorescent bulbs, and rubbing alcohol, we've got rusty nails, burning coals, busted glass, and a 10 foot x 6 foot and 8 foot deep pool of salt water!

Tim: This is just insane. These men have been through hell and back tonight so far, and now they're getting into the ring for THIS?!

[Take My Scars's intro hits the speakers and the opening squeal riff plays. Faintly over the top of the intro, helicopter noises and explosions are heard. The bass guitar run rolls down and the helicopter and explosions get louder until Rob Flynn (Machine Head lead singer) yells to signal the start. When this happens Howitzer walks out with no-facial emotion accompanied by Shrapnel. Stopping at the start of the ring to get psyched a bit, and loosen up, before rolling under the rope and walking across the ring, before climbing the ropes and taking a seat on top of the top turnbuckle to await the opponent. While Shrapnel just follows behind looking around at the crowd.]

Tim: Howitzer has been a machine tonight, but his opponent has really been displaying a lot of heart as well.

["Hot Boys, Hot Girls" hits the speakers and John Justice walks out to a cheering crowd. He walks down the aisle and jumps on the apron then grabs the top rope and flips over. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and throws his arms up to hear the crowd cheers.]

Jeff: He's TINY!

Tim: What?

Jeff: He kinda looks like a bay-buh...

Tim: What?!

Jeff [yelling]: Come here, I'm gonna eat ya!

Tim: You're certifiably, most definitely...

Jeff: A PERFECT Fat Bastard?

Tim: Well, maybe the bastard part.

Jeff: Tim, you should know by now that I'm Jeff, "The Studmuffin Supreme, cause I Make All The Ladies Scream" Robinson, the host of this show, and your higher-up.

Tim: WHAT?!

[The bell rings, bringing the two out of their babbling. Howitzer and John Justice circle each other, trying to decide some strategy. Howitzer keeps trying to grab ahold of Justice, but wisely, Justice keeps his distance.]

Jeff: The little man has got to use his quickness.

[Howitzer finally grabs ahold of Justice and wrings his arm. Justice deftly counters, flipping three times and knocking Howitzer's feet out from under him.]

Tim: This is exactly what we were talking about, Jeff.

[Howitzer gets back up and grabs Justice, whipping him into the ropes. Justice comes back, but Howitzer ducks to the mat. Justice puts the brakes on, as Howitzer gets up, taunting the crowd. Howitzer turns and gets nailed by a springboard moonsault!]

Jeff: Howitzer has got to slow JJ down, or this is over soon.

[JJ picks up Howitzer and kicks him back towards the ropes. JJ continues nailing Howitzer with punches and kicks as he leans against the ropes nearest the pit of broken glass.]

Tim: JJ might get the big man over!

Jeff: I don't know Tim, it's a little early...

[As Jeff says this, Howitzer ducks a running attack, back body dropping JJ over the ropes into the glass! You hear JJ scream loudly as the glass slices his clothing open and his back. He rolls out of the pit, and glass drops off him to the floor, his back open and bleeding.]

Tim: Oh god, Justice is cut bad.

Jeff: I can't believe Chaz sanctioned this thing!

[Howitzer slides to the outside and picks Justice up and drags his head over to the steps, slamming him face first down on the steel. He pulls Justice over to the nearest pit, the pit of burning coals. You can hear the coals sizzle as Justice and Howitzer stand nearby. Howitzer nails Justice in the gut and picks him up to attempt the Gattling Gun (Inverted K-Driller) into the coals Justice kicks and manages to slide out onto his feet, and hits Howitzer with a high flipping dropkick, knocking Howitzer onto his back on the coals!]

Tim: Justice just saved his chances with that counter, Jeff.

Jeff: Damn little guy is quick!

[Howitzer's eyes get big as the coals burn his back, arms, and legs. The front rows can smell the scent of burning hair and flesh as Howitzer rolls off the coals real fast. JJ is still stumbling around, as his cuts begin to bleed less. He reaches into the crowd and grabs a steel chair.]

Jeff: Justice is getting hardcore. I'm impressed!

Tim: He's always said that he's good for a little guy.

Jeff: You think I listen to him?

Tim: Do you listen to anyone?

Jeff: Uh... shut up Tim.

[JJ waits for Howitzer to get up, and he levels him with the steel chair as a loud THUD rings through the arena. JJ slides into the ring with the chair and climbs the turnbuckle, yelling to the crowd to get a reaction.]

Tim: Justice, we are cleared for takeoff.

Jeff: Lame...

[Justice tosses the chair down onto Howitzer, and then yells. He dives off into a 450 Splash right onto Howitzer's chest, the chair in-between them! The crowd can hear a nasty crunch as the sound of ribs meeting steel sounds out. JJ winces, but stays on him for the cover.]

[1... 2... SHOULDER UP!]

Jeff: Whoa, VERY close pinfall there by the little man!

[JJ slaps the ground in anger, getting up. He throws the chair aside and pulls Howitzer to his feet, dragging him to the other side of the ring. They're near the pool of salt water now, as Justice rams Howitzer into the pole. Justice sees Howitzer stunned and climbs to the apron. He paces to the other end and gets a running start. He jumps off onto Howitzer's shoulders for a hurricanrana, but Howitzer holds onto JJ!]

Jeff: Damn, JJ's in a bad spot now.

[Howitzer turns toward the salt water pool and jumps into a sit-down powerbomb, right into the water! Both men scream as the salt burns their cuts, bruises, and burns! Howitzer gets out and pulls JJ with him. Howitzer makes the cover.]

[1... 2... KICKOUT!]

Tim: JJ just barely kicked out of that one. That water is obviously hurting like hell.

[Howitzer gets up and kicks JJ right in the head, knocking him back into the pool. Howitzer goes to look underneath the ring.]

Tim: Time to go into the little arsenal.

[Howitzer comes out with a pool cue. By now, JJ is out of the pool. Howitzer winds up with the pool cue, baseball style, but JJ ducks and spits salt water into Howitzer's face! Howitzer is momentarily blinded, and JJ grabs his head, dropping him with a swinging neckbreaker.]

Jeff: JJ just refuses to give up.

Tim: Yeah, but how long can he resist this onslaught?

[Justice runs to the timekeeper's table, grabbing the bell and hammer.]

Ring Announcer: Hey! That's mine!

Tim: What an idiot. We need a new ring announcer.

Jeff: Yeah, some hot blonde!

Tim: For once, you make sense.

[Justice comes back to Howitzer, who already is crawling to his knees. Justice drops the bell in front of Howitzer's face and climbs onto him, doing a back mounted chokehold. He drives Howitzer's face right onto the bell, and then uses the hammer to ring the bell!]

Tim: This is just getting freaky and desperate now.

Jeff: Hey, win any way you can. This is the King of Violence tourney, Tim. Besides the World Title, this seems to be the most coveted title right now!

[Justice rings the bell once, twice, three times more before getting off of Howitzer. He drops the bell to the ground and goes to the to announce tables. He rips a monitor out from the Spanish Announce table and pulls it over towards Howitzer.]

Tim: What the hell?

[JJ waits for Howitzer to get up. JJ runs at Howitzer, nailing him square in the face with the screen! The glass shatters and digs into Howitzer's forehead, slicing him open. Howitzer drops to the ground, grabbing at his face. JJ stands over him and spikes the monitor into Howitzer's chest!]

Jeff: This guy is vicious!

Tim: King of Violence. Violence Person...

Jeff: You can stop hyping the pay-per-view, Tim... it's already ON.

Tim: I hate you.

[Howitzer rolls over, moving the monitor off of him. Meanwhile, JJ stumbles towards the last unused pit, the pit of rusty nails. He gets a table out from under the ring and sets it unopened over the pit, which dips down a bit, so the table is balancing over the pit. He thinks about it a moment, and then stacks another table up onto that!]

Tim: Justice is up to something.

[Howitzer is up and comes after Justice. Justice ducks a huge kick from Howitzer, and rakes his eyes. Howitzer stumbles backwards, but turns back in time to see Justice coming at him. Howitzer grabs JJ and lifts him up onto his shoulder. Howitzer walks towards the tables, but Justice once again slithers off and avoids the move.]

Jeff: Tough little man.

Tim: Apparently.

[Justice backs up and jumps, grabbing Howitzer and nailing him with a tornado DDT! He hops up and picks Howitzer up by the head. He rolls him up onto the second table, the one set up.]

Tim: Big move coming here, I can tell!

Jeff: But does Howitzer have enough to roll off the tables?

[JJ slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. He's at an angle, but he waves his arms to get the crowd going. He raises his arms, and leaps off into an AMAZING reverse Shooting Star Press leg drop! The crowd goes nuts for the move as Justice drops the leg onto Howitzer, busting through both tables and into the pit! Both men lay exhausted in the carnage, but JJ reaches over an arm for the pin attempt.]

[1... 2... 3!!!]

Tim: Yes! Justice wins it!

Jeff: That was an absolutely insane and amazing move by Justice!

Tim: Justice is in the finals!