Ace Hunter was the final participant. He was on the warpath. In one hand, was a steel folding chair. In the other was a metal trashcan full of weapons. Inside the cell was total chaos. Mark, Chris, Jekyll and Jericho were all taking each other through hell. We were both outside of the cell near the fans on the right side of the arena from the stage. I pointed at Ace. "We've got to take him down while we still can!" I directed. He nodded his head and we ran towards him. He had been showboating for the fans a bit. He was in a pay-per-view title match. Why the hell not? I could respect it. I was not going to let him take all those weapons with him into the cell. The refs were going to seal the door shut with an iron chain and a steel padlock. Having a shit ton of weapons around would make things more dangerous. Jekyll's bat was wild enough. That was why we stopped Ace halfway down the ramp. He saw us both coming and was ready for it. He jabbed Alex in the gut with the chair. It folded Alex up as he fell on his ass. Using that as a distraction, I ripped the trash can full of weapons out of his reach.
Being that he was still armed, he was primed to hit me with the chair. I dodged it and swept his legs from under him. He was not expecting that move. Ace landed on his back. I straddled his thin, lanky body and began to ground and pound him. He rolled me off of him after 5 strikes. Alex was up and tackled him back to the ground. He only got 2 hits in before Ace rolled himself on top of Alex. I was not going to let him take out my friend. I grabbed his head and threw it back so it bounced off the ramp. It made a dull thud. Ace was stunned. We stomped him out for a bit before taking turns choking him with a kendo stick that he had in the trash can. Cutting off his airflow kept him weak. It was a cruel and vicious assault. When one got tired, the other took over. Then we stomped him out again. Even the other competitors were watching on in abject horror. After that, it was time to show off our teamwork. We did a cool double chokeslam on the ramp. Even with all this shit, his head health was only at a light orange. Alex was really weak, so it did not do as much damage as when I did it to him.
Chokeslams were good, but we could do better. We followed it up with a double DDT, double suplex and a move where Alex held him still so I could sock him in the jaw. I liked the fact I could do something like that. We then switched positions. That was not nearly enough for me. I picked up the chair and smiled. I had Alex Irish Whip Ace towards me. I bashed him in the face with the chair. He began bleeding. His head was in the red now. I then beat him with the chair 2 more times to break it. Alex and I dragged his body by the legs until he was inside the cell. That was when the match bell rang. We could finally start. The refs wasted no time locking the cell. Everyone in the cell aside from me was damaged in some way. Alex was on yellow torso health from that chair shot. With the 4 in the ring, they stared us down. We were the hated members of Child Labor. Each and every one of them wanted a piece of us. It was actually really scary to see. They chased after us. I ran faster and let Alex get jumped by them. I circled around. I tossed Mark in their ring. 1 signature and I won the match.
