Friday the 13th Part VII - Arizona Chance VS Slashmaster

[Slashmaster]

Mick LeRay:
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to a night unlike any other—Friday the 13th! I'm Mick LeRay, alongside my broadcast partner 'Savvy' Sean Beeman, and tonight, we bear witness to something more than a wrestling match—something far more sinister. Arizona Chance will step into the unknown in a Falls Count Anywhere match against the monstrous, the despicable, the... deranged Slashmaster. And as if that wasn't enough, Arizona must also find his wife, Veronica, who has been kidnapped and could be anywhere in this arena. This night is truly terrifying."

Sean Beeman:
"Oh, come on, LeRay, this is beautiful! Slashmaster is back, and he's about to extend his winning streak at Friday the 13th to seven! This man is undefeated at this event, LeRay—six-and-oh. Six poor souls thought they could stand up to him, and now? Arizona Chance is going to be number seven! I love it!"

Mick LeRay scowls, clearly disturbed by Beeman’s glee.

Mick LeRay:
"How can you be excited about this, Beeman? This isn't a celebration, this is a tragedy waiting to happen! Arizona Chance came out of retirement not for glory, not for championships, but because Slashmaster kidnapped his wife! And you think that's something to root for?!"

Sean Beeman:
"Hey, hey, calm down, LeRay! Arizona asked for this. He could've just accepted Slashmaster's initial challenge. Instead he chose to stay retired, grown his beard out even more, and take more of those suburban dad naps on the couch. He had to know something would happen. He poked the bear—no, he had to poke the Slashmaster! And now he's going to pay the price! This is gonna be fantastic!"

Mick LeRay shakes his head in disbelief, clearly disgusted by Beeman’s attitude. He looks into the camera, addressing the fans directly.

Mick LeRay:
"This match was supposed to happen last year, back in January of 2023. We were meant to see Slashmaster versus Arizona Chance, but for reasons that were never made clear, Slashmaster disappeared. The match was postponed, and Arizona never got the chance to face him—until now. But this... this is far more dangerous than anyone could’ve imagined."

The camera cuts to a wide shot of the ominous JWA Arena, its darkened corridors and shadowy corners giving off an unsettling vibe, as if something could happen at any moment.

Sean Beeman:
"And you know what, LeRay? It's better this way! Slashmaster’s been biding his time, sharpening his machete, waiting for the perfect moment to return. And now he's back, and he's not just going to beat Arizona Chance—he’s going to destroy him. And Veronica? She’s just part of the game, LeRay. Arizona’s got to play, or he loses everything."

Mick LeRay visibly recoils at Beeman's words.

Mick LeRay:
"Game?! This isn’t a game, Beeman! Slashmaster has abducted an innocent woman, and Arizona Chance is being forced to fight for his family! And don’t forget, this is a Falls Count Anywhere match. That means no sanctuary, no escape, no limits. The match could spill into the hallways, the parking lot, the street—Arizona’s nightmare could unfold anywhere."

Suddenly, the lights dim even further, and the ominous toll of a bell echoes through the arena. The crowd falls into a hush, the tension rising to unbearable levels. A low rumble of thunder outside mirrors the growing sense of dread.

Sean Beeman:
"That sound, LeRay, that’s the end. Arizona Chance’s end! He’s walking into a massacre, and I can’t wait to see it!"

Mick LeRay clenches his jaw, his voice hard with disgust.

Mick LeRay:
"I can’t believe I’m hearing this from you, Beeman. Arizona Chance has never backed down from a fight, but tonight... tonight, it’s different. He’s not in the shape he was two years ago when this match was supposed to happen, and now he’s got to go toe-to-toe with an undefeated monster—while searching for Veronica in the darkest corners of this arena! I don’t know how he’s going to survive this... Wait a minute... I'm getting word that... Arizona Chance! He’s not in the ring, folks. He’s already backstage, searching for his Veronica! We will now switch to our backstage camera crew, who have eyes on the former world champion!"

(The polls should be open for at least 24 hours. I'm in a different time zone than most of you, but I set it to expire early on Saturday morning, so it should be plenty of time. And remember: It doesn't matter who you vote for, just that you participate!)

[Thumper Moore III]

“RONNIE! RONNIE!”

The cameras catch up with Arizona in the loading docks. He is dressed in a leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath, jeans and leather boots.

LERAY: And there’s the former three time world champion, J-1 winner, Triple Crown Champion and the Franchise, Arizona Chance. He appears to be quickly checking each of our production crates for his wife. Nobody knows JWA Studios like Arizona Chance.

BEEMAN: I definitely hope he finds her. Not yet, but I don’t want to see anyone actually die tonight.

LERAY: How humane of you.

ARIZONA: Ronnie?!?

LERAY: He may have found something— it looks like he’s got both hands and his face inside a crate, digging through it. Something’s moving inside it—

ARIZONA: F***!!!

LERAY: Oh no! Arizona has snakes crawling all over him as he escapes the crate!

ARIZONA: WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE SNAKES?!?

BEEMAN: Because Slash knows, Arizona. Listen, I’ve said I want him to find her, but this is going to be so much fun for me until he does.

LERAY: Arizona has managed to wriggle free from all but the largest snake— that one’s gotta be 7 feet long and it’s wrapped around his neck, choking him! Arizona grabs its head— Chance wrings its neck and the snake’s grip loosens. He’s free, but gasping for air and doubled over. OH MY GOD! Chance is gripped by the neck— SLASHMASTER IS HERE! Chance is choke slammed into the crate full of snakes!

[Thumper Moore III]

LERAY: Get a camera in there!

After a few seconds, Arizona crawls out of the crate, several puncture marks are on his hands and face, trickling blood. He struggles to his feet.

ARIZONA: SLASH! COME AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN, YOU COWARD! WHERE’S MY WIFE?

BEEMAN: He lost his chance to fight like a man when he declined the match.

LERAY: A door just creaked— cameraman follow that— Slash is silhouetted in a doorway. He is beckoning Arizona to follow.

BEEMAN: Arizona doesn’t really have a choice, does he?

LERAY: Chance sprints after Slash. It looks like they’ve entered the locker room. Chance is looking around— no sign of Slash or Veronica. Chance starts looking through lockers, screaming for his wife…

[Slashmaster]

His heart races with every door he swings open. Suddenly, he stops dead in his tracks, eyes widening in horror. He opens his old locker—only to find Veronica's shirt inside. It's torn and covered in blood. Arizona’s stomach drops. He pulls the shirt out, his hands shaking as he clutches it, his mind racing with the unthinkable possibilities. His breath hitches, panic setting in. What has Slashmaster done to her?

Mick LeRay: "My God... what has Arizona just found? That’s—that’s Veronica’s shirt!"

Sean Beeman: "Oh, that’s just a souvenir for Arizona. A little memento to remember this night by!"

Just as the weight of the situation crashes down on him, there’s a sudden movement behind him. Before Arizona can react, Slashmaster emerges from the shadows, his hulking form looming over Arizona like a nightmare. With a guttural roar, Slashmaster grabs the back of Arizona's head and slams it hard into a locker. The sickening sound of metal crunching echoes through the room. Arizona’s body goes limp for a second as his head bounces off the steel, blood spraying from his mouth. He collapses to the ground, teeth knocked loose, a dazed look in his eyes. His vision blurs, pain radiating from his face as he tries to pull himself together.

Sean Beeman: "That’s what he gets for sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong, LeRay! This is only the beginning!"

Arizona groans, struggling to sit up, blood trickling from his mouth. His body screams for him to stop, but he knows he can’t. He knows he has no other choice. If he wants to save Veronica—if he wants to know where she is—he has to fight. He has to beat some answers out of Slashmaster. Slowly, Arizona pushes himself to his feet, staring up at Slashmaster through bloodied lips and gritted teeth. His body is battered, but his spirit is far from broken.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, Arizona steadies himself.

Arizona Chance: "Where... is she?"

Slashmaster says nothing, only tilting his head, the cold eyes behind the mask showing no mercy. Arizona knows he’s not getting any answers—at least, not without a fight. Summoning the last of his strength, Arizona charges at Slashmaster, fists clenched. He has no choice. This ends here.

[Slashmaster]

Fueled by desperation, Arizona charges at Slashmaster with a wild swing, aiming a punch right at the masked monster's face. But Slashmaster, with his almost supernatural reflexes, catches Arizona's fist mid-swing and squeezes hard, causing Arizona to grimace in pain.Slashmaster yanks Arizona forward and slams a brutal knee into his gut, doubling him over. With Arizona gasping for air, Slashmaster whips him into a row of lockers. The metallic crash rings out as Arizona's back slams into the steel, leaving a dent in the door. Arizona slumps, clutching his ribs.

 As Slashmaster advances with heavy, deliberate steps, Arizona grits his teeth, pulling himself up using the lockers. Just as Slashmaster reaches him, Arizona uses the last of his strength and swings the locker door into Slashmaster’s face with a loud bang. Slashmaster stumbles back, momentarily stunned. Arizona doesn't let up. He grabs a nearby bench and swings it at Slashmaster like a baseball bat, driving the metal into Slashmaster's ribs. The giant staggers but doesn’t fall. Arizona drops the bench and lunges, delivering a series of rapid strikes and kicks to Slashmaster's midsection, trying to chop the monster down.

Arizona Chance: "Come on, you freak... where’s my wife?!"

Slashmaster, still reeling, suddenly reaches out and grabs Arizona by the throat with one hand, lifting him clean off the ground in a vicious chokehold. Arizona, gasping for air, desperately grabs a can of spray deodorant from a locker and sprays it into Slashmaster's masked face. The monster flinches, momentarily blinded, and releases his grip. Arizona crashes to the floor, coughing and scrambling to his feet. Arizona sweeps Slashmaster's legs, causing the big man to fall. To make sure he doesn't get back up Arizona bring a row of lockers down on him, pinning the monster to the ground.

Slashmaster seems to be knocked out momentarily, so Arizona won't be getting any from him right now. Desperate for a clue he starts going through Slashmaster's pockets. There's only one thing them: An old key with a labeled keychain on it. He checks the writing... He knows where this is! Arizona dashes out of the locker room.

[Thumper Moore III]

OOC: Apologies, sick wife needed my attention all day. Slash, thanks for picking up the slack.

LERAY: Where is Arizona heading? He’s going out the back— he’s in the parking lot and he’s hopping into his Italian sports car and peeling out of the lot! Our cameraman is attempting to follow in the official JWA van, but Arizona has sped away. Where is he heading?

BEEMAN: He’s running away.

LERAY: Wait— we’ve gotten word from our man Jackson at Killies Bar and Grill, just a couple blocks from the studios. He says Arizona is there and he’s barged into the back room. Cameraman, can you get there?

BEEMAN: He needed a drink? Man, has he let himself go.

LERAY: We’ve got Jackson streaming everything live— let’s tap into the feed. We’ve got it? Good, we’ll switch to that u til our cameraman gets there.

Arizona is seen in grainy cell footage shoving aside boxes until he exposes a floor to ceiling door— the door to the freezer. He pulls the key out and inserts it into the lock. He rips the door open, runs inside—

LERAY: He has her! Arizona has taken Veronica out of the freezer. He is putting his jacket over her to warm her. He lays her down on the floor of the storeroom.

ARIZONA: JACKSON! Put down the damn phone and get some blankets or something!

LERAY: Our camera crew has just arrived. Let’s switch to their feed… there we go. Sean, this is one of the strangest matches I’ve ever seen, if you can call it that.

BEEMAN: Oh my god! Look!

LERAY: Slashmaster! Slashmaster! He chopped the life out of Arizona as he was tending to his wife! He grabs the stunned former champ— TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER ON THE STOREROOM FLOOR!

[Slashmaster]

Mick LeRay: “No! Not here! —this is supposed to be sacred ground!”

Sean Beeman: "Ohh, what a beautiful sight! Slashmaster just laid Arizona out, and in Killie’s no less!"

Arizona, blood seeping from his mouth, manages to look up at Jackson through a haze of pain. He winces as he forces out the words.

Arizona Chance: “Jackson… take Veronica… get her out of here…”

Jackson hesitates for a moment, but the desperate plea in Arizona’s eyes convinces him. He rushes over, carefully helping Veronica to her feet and guiding her toward the exit. As soon as they’re gone, Arizona’s expression hardens. He staggers to his feet, but this time he stands with resolve. The burden of worrying about his wife is gone. Now, it’s just him and Slashmaster.

The two lock eyes. Without a word, they charge at each other, fists flying, bodies crashing into tables and chairs as they engage in a brutal, no-holds-barred brawl. Arizona, with newfound energy, ducks a wild swing from Slashmaster and counters with a series of sharp jabs to the monster’s ribs. He backs Slashmaster into a corner, landing stiff punches, refusing to back down. Arizona is no longer distracted—he’s fighting with everything he’s got.

Mick LeRay: “Arizona’s fighting back! He’s turned the tide! He might actually do it!”

Sean Beeman: "Don’t get your hopes up, LeRay! You know it’s never that easy with Slashmaster!"

Just as Arizona looks poised to finally take control, the pub doors swing open. Two of Slashmaster’s masked minions step inside, dragging a struggling Veronica behind them. Arizona’s heart stops for a second, his eyes widening in horror as he sees his wife in danger once again.

Mick LeRay: “No! They’ve got Veronica again! This is madness!”

The distraction proves costly. In the blink of an eye, Slashmaster lunges forward, blindsiding Arizona with a brutal elbow to the side of the head. Dazed, Arizona stumbles backward, and before he can regain his footing, Slashmaster grabs him and slams him into the pub’s storeroom. The monster quickly grabs a length of thick chain hanging from a rack, looping it around Arizona’s arms and chest, tying him to one of the metal shelves.

Arizona struggles against the chains, but his strength is fading. Slashmaster steps back, towering over the restrained Arizona, a sinister, satisfied gleam in his eyes.

Slashmaster: "You thought you could be the hero, Chance? You thought you could swoop in, save the girl and slay the monster? No… there will be no fairytale ending for you. I will take everything from you. You will watch as everything you love crumbles. Your hero’s legacy? Gone. Your wife? She’s next. When this is done… everyone will remember. Friday the 13th will always belong to me. And your final memory will be the sound of her screams."

The camera zooms in on Slashmaster, standing tall and ominous, as Arizona’s fate hangs in the balance. Arizona panics. What can he do... what can he say... to end this nightmare?

Mick LeRay: “This is sick… someone has to stop this! Arizona’s life—and his family—are in danger!”

Sean Beeman: "Slashmaster’s playing it perfectly, LeRay! This is exactly what he promised—total destruction!"

[Thumper Moore III]

ARIZONA: The goal was never to slay the monster, you buffoon! The goal was to sacrifice myself so that Veronica could escape… and it looks like my goal has been accomplished.

There’s a scuffle outside the storeroom. Officer Coltrane enters.

COLTRANE: Thanks for calling us from the car, Zona. We’ve got her. The two thugs are in our custody. Now finish your match.

Arizona smiles, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

ARIZONA: Do whatever you want, Slash. You’re going to get your win, that much was never in doubt. But know that you can break my body, but not my spirit. Why don’t you close the door, R.P. Leave it to just me, Slash, the ref, and this cameraman. I know what’s coming, and I accept it.

[Slashmaster]

Slashmaster pauses, his masked face tilting ever so slightly as he looms over Arizona. He clenches his fists, contemplating how to finish this. Without a word, he reaches down and grabs Arizona by the throat, yanking him to his feet, the chains rattling against the shelves. With a brutal slam, Slashmaster drives Arizona back against the wall, rattling the shelves with the force of the impact. Arizona winces, his body screaming in pain—but still, he doesn’t look away. He locks eyes with Slashmaster, unblinking, refusing to give him the satisfaction of fear.

Mick LeRay: "My God, Arizona has nothing left! He’s defenseless, but he’s not backing down!"

Sean Beeman: "That’s stupid, LeRay! Arizona’s begging for more, and Slashmaster’s happy to oblige!"

Slashmaster grips Arizona’s throat tighter, but something is off. There’s no panic, no terror in Arizona’s eyes. Instead, there’s a stubborn resolve. A silent defiance. And that’s when it hits Slashmaster—Arizona isn’t afraid anymore. He throws another savage punch into Arizona’s midsection, but Arizona barely reacts. He grits his teeth, his body jerking from the blow, but he keeps staring back at Slashmaster, eyes filled with nothing but a quiet determination.

Arizona Chance: "Is that all you got?"

Slashmaster throws another punch. Harder this time. Then another. But no matter how much punishment he dishes out, Arizona keeps staring at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of fear or pain.

Mick LeRay: "Arizona’s still standing—he’s not giving Slashmaster what he wants!"

Sean Beeman: "He’s lost it, LeRay! He’s pushing Slashmaster past the edge!"

Slashmaster, growing visibly frustrated, backs away, shaking his head. His prey no longer cowers, no longer fears him. He grabs Arizona by the head and slams it into the metal shelving again, but the spark is gone. The thrill of the hunt, the joy of the kill—gone. Arizona just stares back at him, bloodied but unbroken. With a low, guttural growl, Slashmaster steps back, his massive frame towering over Arizona. He’s done. There’s no pleasure left in this. With one last move, he hoists Arizona up and slams him to the floor with a thunderous powerbomb, leaving Arizona lying motionless on the ground. Slashmaster slowly lowers himself to the floor, pressing one massive hand over Arizona’s chest. The referee, who had followed them into the chaos, rushes over, beginning the count.

Referee: “One... two... three!”

The bell rings. Slashmaster stands up, victorious once again. But the cold, hollow victory doesn’t seem to please him. He looks down at Arizona one last time, his expression unreadable behind the mask.

Mick LeRay: "That’s it. Slashmaster has won... but Arizona Chance didn’t give him what he wanted. In the end... he took away Slashmaster’s power. He showed no fear, and that might be the greatest victory of all."

Sean Beeman: "He beat Arizona, LeRay! That’s all that matters!"

But even Beeman’s voice sounds uncertain now. As Slashmaster steps over Arizona’s broken body and walks out of the storeroom, there’s an eerie stillness in the air. Arizona, battered and barely conscious, lets out a ragged breath. Slashmaster disappears into the shadows, leaving Arizona lying on the floor, bloodied but undefeated in spirit.