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The Road to WrestleMania: One Man's Journey to the Top
Chapter VIX
Journey Into Hell
It has to come to an end. The hatred between Williams and Orton has gotten out of control. No one, not even the whole roster could stop them from tearing each other apart. Thus, Theodore Long set up a "Final Encounter" match between Orton and Williams at The Great American Bash at the request of Drake Williams. But the General Manager was ill-prepared for what stipulation the Crusader wanted at the Bash; a Hell in a Cell match. Drake would never admit it, but even he knew that this war must be finished. The irony of it was that neither Williams nor Orton have ever been inside the cell, nor do they know how to prepare for such a match. But they did know what expect from the cell; to become racked with pain, covered in blood and to realize the cold truth that their individual careers and lives would never be the same. Drake had just reached the entry point with Christy beside him.
"I'm scared for you, Drake." Christy admitted. "I know Christy," Drake said. "But this has got to end. Win or lose, I'm not gonna be the same after tonight."
A stage hand walked up to them and said, "It's time, Drake." Nodding his head, Drake replied, "Take Christy back to the locker room," Then he turned to Christy and said, "I'll come back, Red. I promise."
Drake and Christy embraced each other before Drake headed for the gorilla position. Christy almost broke into tears as she headed back to the locker room. In the arena, the demonic structure known as Hell in a Cell was almost completely lowered. Drake Williams made his entrance to a great reception from the crowd. He looked up at the steel monster, knowing full well that he was not going to leave the same way he entered. Randy Orton made his entrance alone; no "Cowboy" Bob Orton to accompany the Legend Killer. Randy stared at the cell with a look of uncertainty as he entered the ring; his adversary standing across from him. The steel hell was fully lowered to the floor and the door padlocked; there was no way out now. Drake and Randy came face to face and then slowly backed away as the referee signaled for the bell to begin the match, or rather the execution of two careers.
Orton and Williams locked up in the center of the ring, each one trying to power the other into corner but to no avail. They seemed very evenly matched to the point where they pulled away and stared at each other. The young stars locked up again and showcased some chain-wrestling; neither getting the advantage as they reached a stalemate. The crowd gave round of applause for Williams and Orton as they nodded in approval; even though they hated each other. They locked up once more but this time, Drake powered Randy into the corner where Randy reversed the pressure and pulled away. Randy Orton added insult to injury by slapping Drake Williams in the face.
Drake responded by blasting Randy with a hard right; Orton was able to fight back and the brawl ensued. Randy Orton eventually scooted out of the ring and Drake Williams followed; and the Legend Killer tried to force the Crusader into the steel mesh. Drake saved himself and repeatedly rammed Randy into the steel back first. Orton rolled into the ring in pain and Williams came in to make the quick cover for a count of two. Williams tossed Orton back to the outside where Orton crawled away in agony. Drake picked up his victim and proceeded to ram Orton's back into the cage than the ring post and back again. Drake then dropped his opponent and shook the cage as he began getting psyched up, much the delight of the crowd. Bringing his victim to a vertical base, Drake attempted to whip Randy into the steel steps, only for Randy to reverse it and send Drake into them.
A hushed silence came over the crowd as Randy Orton recovered and stomped away on his fallen prey. The Legend Killer went so far as to choke Williams knowing he could not be disqualified from the match. Orton picked up Williams and drove his back into the cage again and again before tossing back into the ring. Randy Orton did not follow; instead he reached under the ring and pulled out a toolbox, opened it and took out a chain. Randy went into the ring and proceeded to whip Drake across the back with the chain. As expected, Drake screamed in unbearable pain after every shot as he rolled onto the apron and Randy Orton wrapped the chain around his neck as if to hang Williams. Drake had other ideas and hung Orton on the top rope; then as he gasped for air, Williams picked up the chain and returned to the ring to use the weapon on Orton. Turnabout was indeed fair play.
Randy Orton got the hell out of the ring but could not escape the wrath of the Crusader as Drake Williams whipped him once more with the chain. Once finished with the weapon, Drake tried to ram Randy's face into the steel but Randy hit a low blow and rammed Drake's face into the steel instead. The impact busted Drake wide open and Randy did it again twice before throwing the bloody Crusader back into the ring. Just like that, the momentum was in the court of Randy Orton. Drake needed to use the ropes to pull himself up and he was bleeding profusely; but he was also defiant and dared Randy to give him more. The Legend Killer was more then happy to oblige.
Randy delivered some heavy shots on Drake as the ropes were all that were keeping him vertical. Randy Orton hit a European uppercut before sending Williams into the ropes and prepared for a backdrop. Drake saw it coming and hit a face buster out of nowhere and Orton went hurtling out of the ring. Orton reached under the ring again before pulling out a steel chair. Williams meanwhile could barely stand in the ring as he was wearing the proverbial crimson mask. Orton reentered and took a swing at Williams with the chair, but Williams ducked or maybe collapsed and the chair ricocheted off the top rope and back into Orton's face and he went down. Drake pushed himself up to his knees to spot the fallen chair right in front of him. Drake looked at the weapon then at Randy Orton and produced a near demented grin on his face; no doubt he had evil intentions right now.
Drake Williams waited for Randy Orton to get up before bashing him right in the face with the chair. The shot was enough to lacerate the Legend Killer and now he was a bloody mess. Another chair shot sent Orton back out of the ring but he was not safe out the either. Drake followed and raked Randy's face in the steel; Orton was screaming in pain as this was happening. Drake threw Randy back into the ring and somehow Orton caught Williams coming in and hit his modified back breaker for a close two count. Randy Orton crawled over to grab the steel chair and cracked it over Drake's back. With Williams down in agony, Orton dropped the chair and signaled for the RKO. Just as he was going for it, the Crusader countered and hit an overhead belly to back suplex on Orton. Drake draped an arm over Randy but the Legend Killer still got a shoulder up. As Williams tried to pick up Orton, the Legend Killer hit the RKO from out of nowhere but could not go for the pin right away. Randy Orton finally made the cover but Williams kicked out after a long two count.
Randy Orton was shocked, as was the whole arena. What was it going to take to beat Drake Williams? Randy Orton slipped out of the ring and once again reached underneath for a something; and of all the weapons he could find, Orton pulled out a sledgehammer. Orton reentered with weapon in hand and charged at Williams, only to run into a thunderous spine buster and both guys were down again. Drake could barely stand up and stared at the hammer. The thought of using it on Orton crossed his mind but Williams opted against it; instead hoisting Orton into position for the Widowmaker. Unbeknownst to Williams, Orton picked up the hammer beforehand and struck Williams in the midsection. Drake staggered in pain but sucked it up; hitting the Widowmaker on Orton and onto the steel chair. Drake made the slow cover as the referee administered the three count to mercifully end the match.
"Here is your winner, Drake Williams." Chimel announced.
There seemed to be nothing left of either Drake Williams or Randy Orton after the match. Several officials entered the cell to tend to the wrestlers. Williams could barely struggle to his knees; he did not even seem sure of where he was tonight. But for the most part, he would leave the Great American Bash a winner; or more accurately, a survivor of Hell in a Cell. After the show went off the air, the audience gave Orton and Williams a standing ovation and it rightfully deserved. Later on backstage, Randy Orton was in his room with his father sitting beside him. His face could barely be seen behind the dried up blood. The door could be heard opening and Randy looked to see Drake Williams standing over him; he was almost cleaned up of the blood save for a little trickle from his forehead. Randy struggled to his feet to stand face to face with Drake.
"It's over." Drake said with a sigh. Randy spit a bit of blood to the floor before saying, "Damn right its over. You were the better man tonight." Drake extended his hand and said, "We both were."
Randy Orton accepted the gesture and shook Drake's hand before they embraced each other in a great show of respect. Randy plopped back into his seat as Drake took his leave, nodding at Bob Orton as he went. Drake returned to his room where Christy was waiting for him. She had a tear or two in her eyes but was otherwise relieved to see Drake return. Christy came up to Drake and hugged him as tightly as she could; and Drake embraced her as well. One thing was certain after Hell in a Cell; the career and life of Drake Williams would never be the same again.
Author's note: So ends the Crusader/Legend Killer feud. What could be next for Drake? Read and review, jerkies! Your positive responses make writing this story truly worth while, and for this I Thank You!