It Ends Tonight with the "Batdom" (o2Sylvester)

[revan]

we are about to start Solstice, the Pre-game show and Darling violetta's sanctuary blares over the PA system. a chorus of boo's can be heard. it seems Pryce is not very popular in Vegas. Pryce stands on the stage with he same brooding look he had before his ironman match with Sylvester. we have not seen Pryce since then. he walks down to the ring mic in hand.

So what, didn't expect to see me now did ya. Ha you stupid worms should have known i would return. and its only to announce the biggest match at Solstice. i don't care if Bain is facing Brandon Payne. i don't care about the world title match. this by far is going to be bigger. and oh this is going to be a screamer baby.

Pryce walks around the outside of the ring. it appears he is looking for something.

So yes i was pinned by a freak of mother nature. so what big deal, this place is full of them. especially here in Las Vegas. you get freaking peado's and Transvestite hookers walking around willy nilly, no pun intended. so i thought hey Christus, what a is there a better place to make an example of a gay man than in the state of Gay nature.

fans boo Pryce continue sly. Pryce looks under the ring and he shouts "Eureka i have found it" he pulls out what can only be described as a rubber jonny rapped around a baseball bat. Pryce rolls into the ring with the "Batdom" and lays it in front of him in the middle of the ring. he stands just in front of it.

So then for a special occasion i thought i would bring a party gift for the young man who's livelihood will be taken from him in spectacular fashion by the most ruthless S.O.B that Las Vegas has ever not seen. didn't make sense eh, well then shut it you rubbered up non-gender specific losers from Uranus. yes men are form mars, women are from Venus, and everybody who lives in Las Vegas is from Uranus.

Fans shout the hell out of Pryce. shouting "Racist Pig"

er excuse me but just because i like kicking the hell out of gay people it does not make me racist you stupid uraniums. it makes me homo, and mono phobic. so there eneeh.

again more boos.

you know i could do this all night, but to be honest i have a life that does not revolve around me putting on my wifes underwear and walking around calling myself Betty. my real target tonight is Sylvester. a man who thinks he has washed his hands of. but no, you cant wash your hands of Christus, you can only wash the blood over your stupid thick watermelon you call a head. and no that is not some stupid sexual innuendo or position.

Sylvester, tonight i will face you and finish what i started at Soul Survivor. and that is end your pathetic excuse of an existence. and your career. now for the last few weeks i have said i would do this, but no, i waited and look where it F'n got me eh. a draw with a queer. well isn't that a lardy dah moment. No If F'N well isn't. so tonight i end this little masquerade. and end your career. in your choice of match. so come on then show your little camp ass so we can end this.

[sylvester]

soon Sylvester's old school theme hits in the stadium and out appears the always dressed to kill, Sylvester, the fans cheer for him as he makes his way into the ring. Once there he addresses Christian

After all this bunch of crap you have said here, I hope you are proud of yourself Christian, I really do, because besides saying nothing but empty words, what have you really said? Oh, the typical homophobe stuff, that doesn't impress me at all Christian, I don't care if you are trying to paint a picture about you being the number one homosexual hater, I've had my experiences in life, and I can tell that you are nothing but a phony. Look at this "batdom" jeez how old are you? 7 years old? You think that this will impress me at all?

crowd cheers as Sylvester keeps speaking

Nevertheless I must add that you are a phony with talent, you have defeated me two times, under cheap tactics, but you defeated me nonetheless. It all ends tonight, it's time for me to move on bigger things, but I don't want to leave with a sour taste in my mouth, I want to leave with the fresh, sweet taste of victory, and there's no Christus, rubber jonny's wrapped into barbed wire that are gonna avoid that.

Syl lowers the mic as he waits for an answer

[revan]

Pryce laughs.

So you have finally developed a thick skin. well two weeks too late. Now we are at Solstice, the hottest PPV in the wrestling world. and Las Vegas will see the hottest match in a long time. because this is not just a match. this is a finale for you, for weeks now you have said how you can beat me and how your not going to take it anymore. well the simple fact is that you have taken it, you pathetic excuse for a fightback in the Ironman match is what hard work has gotten you. and look where that is Nowhere. and that is where you will be staying for a long long time.

Pryce lifts his Batdom high into the air.

i take it you don't like my present. shame cause i spent a long time working on it. i though we cold put it on a pole and fight for the right to use it. oh never mind. looks like i wont be needing it.

Pryce throws it over Sylvester's head. and it lands on the gaurn rail.

So then what is it you want for the final match eh? what is it exactly that is going to wash your mouth of this situation. i hope its not a McDonald's milkshake, i hear they use human byproduct in those. and that apparently will give you 7 ounces of fat. wow who knew.

So come on then. no wait don't. but then what is it you want. what type of match do you want to get beaten in? huh Cage match no, ECW match whatever ECW actually is., so come on then let me into your elaborate scheme?

[sylvester]

Syl answers back

All your strength goes out by your mouth, Christian, you aren't that tough, if you really wanted to end my career, you would not waste any time doing so, instead you build rubber jonnys and talking like that, you think I'll be done after our match? Not by a long shot.

I am 24 years old, and my wrestling career has just started, you are just one of those challenging opponents, who I'd normally respect but after dealing with you, not only I don't respect you, but I am convinced that I am the better man between us!

crowd cheers as Syl ponders what kind of match he should have with Christian

You want to make it hot? You want to make it Solstice worthy? Or you just want to kill me tonight? In that case, I know a match that can make this 3.

Ladder match!

Syl waits for an answer

[revan]

Pryce just looks on. he shakes his head.

A Ladder match? a ladder match for what exactly? the Batdom? in case you hadn't noticed i threw that away. *Gasps* oh dear thats a real shame. and to be honest i don't see the fire, in that proposition. wait heres an idea how about a little Hell in a Cell. i mean if wanted to engulf the structure in flames i wouldn't say no but then again i don't think thats in he rulebook. maybe next year dear.

And as far as me being another challenge well. i have to say you are right! i am another challenge i am floating on a little cloud inside that perverted head. its very very sad giving our amazing history together. i am almost upset that you see me as nothing more than a heap of meat, a challenge you must overcome. but heck I'm a nice person, and i plan on giving you a beat down the size of the Buckingham Palace.

Pryce shakes his head again.

Now i did give you the option to choose the match. so you can have your little ladder match. or you can start playing with the real men and fight in the flaming hell-structure *Cough* i mean Hell in A Cell. your choice buddy

[sylvester]

Syl answers back

So again I have to go under your terms Christian? Look to make this fair between us, let's make a match where neither you or me decide, let's have the bosses decide what's more convenient to end this!

fans cheer, since neither Sylvester or Christian were going to decide, Syl decided to have the bosses' final decision.

But whatever they choose, you go down tonight, guaranteed

Syl effeminately waves at Christian and leaves for good