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Beyond The League: A New Journey
Chapter VIII
The Art Of Vindication
How much more personal could it get? The last few weeks of Drake's life have been nothing short of a living hell due to JBL. Now Drake has to not only defend his WWE Championship, but uphold his family's honor as well as his own. The Unforgiven event is already in its second hour; Drake is in the trainers' room getting taped up. Todd Grisham came in hoping to get a word from Drake.
"Drake, sorry to interrupt but I wanted to get your thoughts on your title defense against JBL tonight."
Drake gave Todd a look that showed signs of unpleasantness and stood up. "Todd, every time somebody mentions JBL in my present, my blood shoots way beyond the boiling point."
Drake could barely contain the anger boiling inside of him. He finally takes a deep breath and continues, "All I know is that the last few weeks of my life, of the lives of my family, have been a living hell because of Bradshaw."
"Well, there is no doubt that the hell you did go through thanks to JBL will culminate tonight with the WWE Championship on the line." Todd added. "But I sense that this about more than the title."
"Oh really, you think," Drake's sarcasm seems out of place as he picks his title belt and drapes it over his shoulder.
"JBL likes to make guarantees, right?" Drake says. "Well, I've got one for him; the hell that I've gone through, that my family has gone through is nothing, IS NOTHING compared to the hell I'm gonna put him through."
As Drake gets ready to leave but says to Todd, "Grisham, by nights' end, someone's gonna be beat up, shut up and busted up. Because of that, you might want to call for an ambulance; or maybe a body bag."
"Thanks for your time and good luck." Todd said, somewhat shocked at Drake's cryptic and disturbing threats.
Drake Williams finally leaves the trainers' room so he can make his final preparations for the match. He spent the next hour doing stretches, cardio-vascular, anything to get his blood pumping if it was not already. When it is almost match time, Drake takes a long look at himself in mirror. He looks to be in game shape tonight; the best he has been in since WrestleMania. That is because being the WWE Champion meant so much to him whenever he would defend the title. But this match with JBL is not just about the title; this is personal.
The music of John Bradshaw Layfield hit in the arena as the longhorn limousine came out of the motorcade. Sure enough JBL emerged from the vehicle with his trademark toothy grin and did that goofy two-step thing, ten-gallon cowboy hat and all. Backstage, Drake was down to one knee, praying to the Lord above that he walk out of the arena in one piece. His cue to enter the arena came up and now Drake Williams is fired up. The music of Drake Williams hit in the arena as the crowd exploded for the WWE Champion.
Drake came out on the aisle and soaked up the ovation before he catches Bradshaw in his sight. Bradshaw is already outside the ring as Drake is pacing like a caged animal before removing the WWE Championship belt from his waist. Drake lays it on the ground and steps over it; he then dares Bradshaw to come and get it. Bradshaw obliges and charges as does Williams and the fight is on.
Williams and Bradshaw immediately get into a slugfest in the aisle and the match has not even started yet. Williams takes early control, sending Bradshaw into the barricade and chopping him to death. JBL comes back with a thumb to the eyes before trying to ram the champion face first into the opposite barricade. Drake counters out and strikes JBL in the gut before dragging him farther toward the staging area.
Williams gives JBL more hard right shots and he is obviously not pulling his punches. JBL fires back on Williams in what is nothing more than a nonofficial street fight. Bradshaw retakes the advantage on the champion as they fought all around the set, which is comprised of a steel "Unforgiven" sign and four plain-glass windows. This made for a dangerous environment made more so by two guys who flat out hate each other.
Bradshaw now has control over the champion, throwing knees to the stomach and giving him a suplex on the floor. Bradshaw then mounts Williams, throwing every right hand he can muster. JBL picks Williams and tries to whip into the steel sign of the set but Williams reverses the attempt. The move sent JBL crashing into the steel and he almost bounces off, and walks into a thunderous clothesline from Drake Williams.
It should once again be noted that the match has not officially started. Drake looks around for something to use against JBL and he found a camera extension cord. The rabid WWE Champion picked up the cord and wrapped it around Bradshaw's neck. The referee tries to get Drake to release the hold but this is essentially a no go as the match has not even started.
Drake Williams finally release Bradshaw from the punishment before dragging him back to the ring. As they near the ring, Bradshaw recovers and fights back with another knee to the stomach. They are now by the ring apron, trading shots back and forth until Drake gets the upper hand and tries to whip Bradshaw into the steel steps. Bradshaw reverses and it is Drake who crashes shoulder first into the steps. Bradshaw takes a few minutes to recover before throwing Williams into the ring to now officially start the match; is if it matters now.
JBL immediately goes for the cover but Williams kicks out at one. JBL runs off the ropes and hits an elbow, followed by another and yet another before going for the cover again. Drake again kicks out at two and Bradshaw picks him back up and sets him up on the top turnbuckle. Drake, if he is still coherent, is left facing the crowd while JBL climbs up after him; the move in question would a back suplex from the top rope.
The WWE Champion however is able to fight back with some back elbows to Bradshaw's face and he goes down. Drake shakes the cobwebs loose and waits for his Bradshaw to stand, then flies off the top rope with an amazing flying forearm shot. He actually turned in midair and looks almost suspended in time. After the move found its mark, Williams and Bradshaw are down for a moment before Williams make the cover for a count of two. Feeling awfully creative, Drake Williams again perches himself up top and waits.
As soon as JBL is vertical, Drake takes off like a bat out of Hell and connects with an astounding cross body. He goes for the cover but only achieves another near fall. JBL immediately rolls out of the ring hoping to escape Williams who follows him out. The referee shows leniency with them, opting not to count them out as Bradshaw and William once again trades shots. Bradshaw gets the upper hand and he tries to whip Williams into the ring post but the champion counters, sending JBL into the post shoulder first. Bradshaw staggers to the corner of the barricade while Drake tries to catch his breath.
Drake Williams charges at Bradshaw and the ensuing impact sends both of them spiraling out into the crowd. The referee tries almost in vain to follow. Drake Williams is back up and the crowd is behind him all the way. One fan in particular hands Drake a bottle of water, from which he takes a swig and then spits in Bradshaw's face. The champion continues the assault on JBL with a kick to the gut followed by a head butt. Williams then attempts to whip Bradshaw into the far wall but it is reversed and Williams goes slamming into the wall. After that Williams staggers into JBL who hits a swinging neck breaker on the concrete floor. The crowd gives a collective gasp.
At the referees' behest, JBL threw Williams back over the barricade and follows soon after. JBL throws Williams and after getting back in, hits another swinging neck breaker for a count of two. Bradshaw locks in a headlock in the hopes of slowing down the pace of the match, which had so far been a high impact brawl. Drake Williams tries frantically to get out of the hold and does so with some elbows to the gut of JBL. Drake fires back with more rights before running off the ropes. JBL tries to strike back with a big boot but Williams catches him and spins him around; Bradshaw walks into a spine buster. The champion then locks in the Sharpshooter.
JBL desperately slithers for the ropes to break the hold and he gets there. The referee is yelling at Drake to release the hold and starts counting. The WWE Champion releases the hold at four and then scares off the official as JBL again rolls to the outside near the announce tables. Drake uses the ropes to catapult himself to the floor and more importantly, onto Bradshaw. After recovering, Drake drags Bradshaw to his feet and repeatedly rams his head into the steps five times before tossing him back into the ring.
Bradshaw is crawling to the nearest corner and starts begging off. Drake could give a damn less as he stomps on Bradshaw like a man possessed. He only stops the attack to again argue with the referee and this gave JBL the opening he needs. He charges at Williams from behind but all of this momentum sent causes Williams to clock heads with the referee. With the referee is rendered incapacitated JBL attempt to measure Williams for the Clothesline From Hell. He goes for the clothesline but Drake sees it coming and backdrops Bradshaw out of the ring to the floor.
Drake Williams follows and rams Bradshaw's face into the ring apron, then heaves him right over the announce table. The champion briefly plays to the crowd before turning his attention back to JBL. But the crafty veteran had a nasty surprise for Williams; one that could prove to be the turning point. Out of nowhere, JBL levels the champion with a steel chair right in Drake's face and the champion went down in a hurry.
As a result of the blow, Drake Williams is busted wide open; blood is pouring from his head and down his chest. JBL recovers in due time and stalks the fallen champion around ringside. He picks up the steel steps and rams them into Williams' face, which has become the proverbial crimson mask. Bradshaw tosses Drake back into the ring and he is literally covered in his own blood from head to toe. Now feeling cocky and confident, JBL again measures Williams for the Clothesline From Hell and he scores big time.
Bradshaw makes the cover and he has the WWE Championship won, but the referee is still down. Bradshaw frantically tries to revive him and even pounds on him but it is all for naught. Another referee comes in and Bradshaw makes the cover…one, two, Drake Williams somehow, someway kicks out and JBL can not believe it. Still left in total amazement, Bradshaw waits for Williams to stand if he can and tries for the clothesline again. Williams ducks the move, or perhaps collapses and Bradshaw takes out the second official.
The ring mat by now looks like an art canvas; only this is not paint but blood; Drake Williams' blood. His face can barely be seen anymore but despite this, Williams fights on but winds up in a sleeper hold from JBL just as the first referee is waking up. The groggy official raises Drakes' arm once and it falls and a second time with the same result. But on third time, the arm stops halfway and Drake fights back up to counter the sleeper hold into the Celestial out of nowhere. Drake, although bloodied and battered drapes an arm over Bradshaw…only for a long two count. What a fight!
A thrashed and battered JBL once more goes outside the ring and grabs two things; the WWE Championship belt and another chair. One would think he did enough damage already! The referee intercepts Bradshaw and takes the chair but does not see the belt behind his back. Bradshaw brandishes the belt ready to strike but Williams hits a low blow; the ref did not see it. Williams then picks up the belt and nails Bradshaw in the head with it; the ref sees this happen and calls for the bell.
"Here is your winner by Disqualification, John Bradshaw Layfield." announced Lillian Garcia.
The crowd is none too pleased with the announcement as they booed big time and chanted, "BULL SHIT, BULL SHIT, BULL SHIT!" Who could blame them?
Drake Williams had been disqualified for the use of a weapon, even though JBL brought it into the match. While did he lose the match, Williams is still the WWE Champion since the gold can not change hands on a DQ. JBL tries to stand up to celebrate but Drake Williams is not finished with him yet. The champion takes the belt and again strikes Bradshaw and he goes spiraling out of the ring. Drake follows and grabs the discarded chair, measures up Bradshaw and hits a homerun with his skull. The shot opened up JBL as Drake Williams throws his battered carcass back into the ring.
A group of officials came out to try and stop the carnage and help Bradshaw out of the ring. Drake Williams comes in with the now dented and blood-smeared chair and chases them off; the champion has snapped. He goes postal on the fallen JBL with the chair, smashing it on him over and over and over again. With Bradshaw nearly wiped out, Drake climbs the turnbuckle ready to put in the finishing touches. The officials try to stop Williams by covering Bradshaw but Williams is not listening. He gives Bradshaw a few crouch chops before flying off and scoring with the Arc Angel senton bomb. The officials had to back off when it happened.
The officials finally get Bradshaw out into the aisle but Drake still is not done. He chases after Bradshaw until they reach the stage and knocks him down before hammering away like a madman. For the grand finale, Drake takes Bradshaw by the hair and violently throws him right through one of the plain-glass windows. The fans erupt in a "Holy Shit" chant. Finally content, Drake Williams heads back to the ring to reclaim his WWE Title. He adds insult to injury with some more crouch chops directed at JBL as the shows comes to a close.
After the show, Drake returns to the backstage. He is left a bloodied and battered mess and can barely even stand much less walk on his own. He has to use the nearby wall just to hold himself up. He looks out the corner of his eyes and sees JBL being helped to the trainer's room. Drake would love to get at him again but he is far too fatigue to do anything about it.
Later on, Drake is being checked on by the doctor. "You've lost a lot of blood, Drake," he said.
"Really, you think?" Drake asked his sarcasm evident. "Damn, I got a friggin' headache. I'm not even sure where I am."
The doctor shines a light into Drake's eyes and says, "You may very well have a concussion after that bump on the floor, and coupled with the blood loss it's most likely grade one. You may need to go to the hospital; and so does Bradshaw."
Drake remains silent but lightly smiles. It would seem that he kept his word; someone would go to the hospital, and left JBL in glass shards and a pool of his own blood. But deep down, Drake is unsatisfied and still wants to put JBL through his own brand of Hell; Unforgiven was only the beginning."
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