Case Files of Detective Kenneth Cohl

Case File Thirteen: Championship Xtreme Wrath

"CXW...CXW...CXW..." The fans cheer loudly as the action begins. Sitting front row is Kenneth along with him is one of his friends, Henry. They enjoyed a tag team match which saw the team of Zuko and Samurai face Hell and Hazard. Zuko and Samurai were both seven foot tall, both very fit, and very strong looking, Zuko wore black pants and had cuts all over his body while Samurai wore red pants and was bandaged. Hazard and Hell were both only about six feet, still very fit, but looked nowhere near as strong as their opponents. Hell had red hair and wore black dress pants, while Hazard had on blue jeans and wore a red hoodie. Despite the fact they looked nothing alike, hearing the name Hell and seeing the giants, took Kenneth back to Egypt where he and Enigma bumped into an associate of Alister's named Hell's Guardian. The bout ended with both Hazard and Hell being slammed to the ground and being pinned.

"Hey man, thanks for inviting me along, this is great."

"Well Carmen backed out at the last minute so I had the spare, figured it needed to be used." Kenneth replied soundly distracted.

"Well thanks for passing it along, any idea why she backed out?"

"She said she had something to do, I think she just didn't want to come because she doesn't care for it that much."

The next match was also a tag team match. It saw Halestorm and Kit both of whom were dressed nicely and decked out in gold defend their titles against Immortal who just had black hair and pants and Dragon who had brown hair and wore black tights. Kenneth sat up in excitement; but was disappointed however that this Dragon and Kit were nothing like the two famous thieves that got away from him a week ago. Though Kit did play the part of a thief and ended up stealing the win and keeping the tag team titles.

The show continued on and then it was time for the main event, a world title steel cage fatal four way match, featuring Skinner, Legend Killer, Da Real OG, and the champion Stephen Ford. Skinner was definitely the smallest in the match, he was African American wearing black shorts and had his hair braided back. Legend Killer was a bit bigger then Skinner; he wore black military pants, had on a black vest, and a mask that covered his nose down. Da Real OG was a big scary dude, he's dressed in all black with a black hoodie on covering the top of his head, he also wore a mask to cover his nose down, and he had glowing red eyes that just appeared to be in darkness. Lastly was Stephen, nothing too special about him other than being World Champion; he only wore blue jeans and sneakers, and had long dirty blonde hair.

"Ken, this match is going to be awesome." Henry said laughing.

"Yea, hopefully the title will change hands; I can't stand Stephen being champion anymore, he sucks." Kenneth responded.

"I'm telling you, OG is the man, he is going to be the one to walk out of this cage as champion, I can feel it."

"OG is good man, I give you that, but Skinner has proven himself the last few months, I think this is going to be his night."

"Watch we are both going to be wrong about who wins."

"I really don't care who wins, as long as we crown a new champion, they can keep that belt off of Stephen for awhile."

The bell rang as Legend Killer attacked Skinner while Stephen and OG faced off in the middle of the ring. Once Skinner was able to get an advantage and drop Killer to the mat, he tried to escape the cage; Stephen noticed it and went to run after him. Once Stephen had Skinner back down, OG grabbed Stephen from behind and started to choke him out. Skinner was holding onto his head and turned into a strike from Killer's arm. The match continued on for nearly thirty minutes, until OG slammed Skinner to the mat, and then before he could do anything else, Stephen grabbed his neck and tossed him to the ground, while Stephen was still on the mat, Legend Killer kicked him in the head. Now as the only person standing, Killer had the advantage and began to climb up. Once he reached the top, he looked and saw his opponents still on the ground. He turned to start descending to the outside of the cage when a light from the rafters caught his eyes. Suddenly the sound of a bullet broke through the cheers and jeers of the crowd as Killer fell backwards into the ring, blood spurting out from his forehead until he hit the ground, and laid there in a pool of blood. Once he hit the ground, a rifle was thrown down and landed across his chest.