Mutilation Results
Live Wednesday 4th February 2004
from the First Union Center, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania!
QB: Very confident aren’t you Tre? What makes you so sure I aimed this challenge at you? Who even said that this has anything to do with you Tre? One thing I hate is arrogant self-centred ass holes who think the world revolves around them… You are certainly that type of man. Besides, who do you think you are to tell me what matches you will and will not fight in. If I told you that you would be fighting me at the PPV, then you would fight me at the PPV. You see… You’re nothing more than an flea to my circus… A “not quite” celebrity to my jungle… You’re the half dead mouse to my cat……
He is still wearing his wrestling attire, finished off with a pair of sunglasses and taped fists.
QB: This is starting to feel so familiar… This clothing is just like the comfortable old shoes that you know would never feel good to anybody else… Like that old Baseball mitt you had as a kid… The one that you’d always use no matter how many new ones your parents bought for you… Or to you Tre, like that old Hooker you lost your virginity too… Nothing quite feels right except old Bess… The one eyed hoe with scabies from Long Beech……
The crowd howl in laughter.
QB: But that’s not important tonight… Tonight is about action… and fairness… Which is Which is why, I have decreed a rule that says that JD cannot interfere with any of the matches booked tonight, whether that be changing the rules or getting physically involved……
Eat You Alive By Limp Bizkit hits as Johnny Dinucci cuts QB off… He walks all the way to the ring, as Barnes sits staring at his TV… The fans all chanting ass hole in unison!
JD: Thank you for that typical warm, Pennsylvania welcome……
The crowd boo more…
JD: Quentin… When are you ever going to learn that yours is not the power to stop me. We’re 50-50 partners… Which means that any decision you make either has to come through me or be agreed to by me… Otherwise that decision is either not valid, or liable for change. So, I decide to change, Johnny Dinucci cannot interfere in any matches that Quentin Barnes has booked… UNLESS… He is provoked in anyway… And provocation does not have to be physical nor mental… Provocation can be putting any of my employees in danger……
The crowds boo again, thinking that Dinucci has once again, outsmarted Barnes.
JD: Face it Quentin, you’re nothing but a jock that got lucky… A has been whose hanging around like that dog that just wont lay down and die! Everyone in the back can see that this… Comeback you’re trying to make is a pathetic attempt to prolong your long dead career… For god sake man, show some pride! YOU’VE NEVER EVEN BEEN A HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! And now you’re going to step into the ring with one of the fine crop of athletes we have here? Have you got no self-respect!?…
Barnes’ face is unchanged… The crowd fall silent… Waiting for some sort of reply…
QB: Self respect? What’s self respect Johnny? Sitting back and taking guys that are supposed to work for you belittle and berate you!? Watching week in and week out as the man who put you back on the shelf walks round thinking he owns the place… And I’m not talking about Tre, Johnny… I MEAN YOU! And maybe I am hanging on to something from my past but at the end of the day Johnny… One thing is true… You’re scared Johnny, which is why you’re taking advantage now… One problem though Johnny… I’ve been given emergency powers by the Board… I make rules, not decisions… And you cannot go against my rules. Why? Because……
Krazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne hits, and Krazy Kris makes his way out onto the ramp… Baseball bat in hand…
KK: BECAUSE KRAZY KRIS SAYS SO!!! WOOOOOOO!
QB: You’re damn right… Mr. Dinucci, meet the man you’ll be sharing an office with tonight… And in the words of a great… HAVE A NICE DAY!…
Dinucci stares up the ramp at Kris who is waiting for his office buddy on the ramp as we head to opening credits.
Superstar by Saliva hits as PPW Mutilation kicks off LIVE on TNN from the First Union Centre in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! The pyro's explode and the crowds go absolutely wild as the tournaments progress this evening!
DM: Welcome everyone to another edition of PPW Mutilation live from Pittsburgh!…
JG: We got some good matches here tonight, I especially can’t wait for the Main Event!…
The PurePainTron, an obvious replacement after last week, shows William Stone stands backstage in the lobby pacing back and forth. There’s a mixed reaction from the crowd, some cheering for the bright new star from Brixton London, others jeering the man who screwed Eric Gunner and Smasher last week. The camera follows him as he mumbles to himself as if practising a conversation. He looks up and scans the lobby quickly, then continues to pace, mumbling audibly to himself.
Suddenly there’s an uproar from the crowd, which causes William to look around, seeing De Marco Ryne enter the arena. Carrying a black back pack, his eyes concealed by Black Ray Bans. He’s dressed in a black baseball cap, black tank top, baggy white jeans and sandy caterpillar boots. Stone sees Ryne enter.
WS: Hey kid…
Ryne looks around and sets his eyes on William Stone before walking slowly toward him.
WS: You seen the boss?…
Ryne stands toe to toe with the slightly taller William, and takes his shades of slowly, his deep blue eyes glaring at Stone for a moment. Stone looks back at him dismissively.
DMR: ….. Kid?…
Stone smirks at the younger Ryne.
WS: Enough of the amateur dramatics, you seen the big cat?…
Ryne stands off and nods.
DMR: Yeah, Barnes is back in Texas.…
WS: Yeah… I don’t associate myself with crippled has bean’s, talkin’ about his big return like it’s some ground shaking event, he can’t stand up to team Dinucci, …
Stone laughs
WS: Shit! The Old Guy Can Barely Stand Up. …
Stone shakes his head
WS: Nah, I’m looking for the money, kid.…
The crowd boo tamely.
DMR: Dinucci?…
Quick nod from Stone. Ryne Shrugs.
DMR: He’s probably out in town picking up hookers and cheating some old women out of their pensions to pay for them.…
Big pop from the crowd, they cheer and laugh loudly. As Ryne puts his shades back on and heads back to the locker room area.
WS: (Shouting Toward De Marco) Dinucci’s the man that gave you this opportunity…. Kid.…
Ryne stops in his tracks and turns around looking back toward Stone.
WS: If it wasn’t for Team Dinucci you wouldn’t even be in this match tonight.…
Ryne drops his bag and takes of his shades throwing them to one side. He walks right up to Stone.
DMR: Listen ‘Willy’,…
Stone snarls.
DMR: I didn’t ask that lanky string of piss to get his fat ass involved in my match.…
WS: Yeah but you jumped on the opportunity huh Kid, like a hungry vulture. Don’t get to thinking you’re better than us.
Ryne looks at the floor, then pushes William back a few steps with one hand getting right up into his face.
DMR: Look ‘Sonny Jim’ …
Ryne says in a stereotypical English voice
DMR: It doesn’t matter how you win, a dub’ya is a dub’ya; the books don’t list the circumstances. The paper shows me in the next round, ya dig?…
Stone raises his eyes brows and nods in agreement.
WS: We’re not that different you and me kid, but I make more money in one night than you do in a month. I guess the boys upstairs recognize quality.…
Ryne laughs.
DMR: Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is, we’ll place a little wager.…
Stone laughs.
WS: Easy money. What’d you have in mind?…
DMR: Two large, serious of little challenges, mano a mano, you and me Willy.…
Stone fumes every time Ryne calls him Willy.
WS: You’re on.…
DM: What the hell is going on in this place tonight?…
JG: Fun Michaels… FUN!…
Open on Dylan standing by a Standing by a Coke Vending Machine back stage, she fiddles with the change in her baggy combat pants pocket. She puts the change in the machine and hit’s the button for a diet coke, as she turns toward the camera, she shows the front of her tight white tank top which says across her chest “K*SS MY *SS would you like to buy a vowel?”.
D: God I’m so thirsty.…
She’s just about to take a drink when a hand, sleeved in leather grabs her left arm.
D: (spitefully) HEY!…
Dylan looks up to see William Stone his coat now open showing his black t-shirt saying “Cock Lunch?” across the front, she smiles and looks him over real quick.
D: (Flirting) Hey……
Stone grins, trying not to look like he’s staring while he reads her Tank Top. She pushes his face upward with two fingers under his chin so he’s looking at her face.
D: I’m up here.…
Stone looks embarrassed for a second, he shakes it off.
WS: Hey, I could use a hand with something, bit. You busy?…
Dylan shrugs and goes to take a drink of her Diet Coke.
WS: Great.…
D: Just gimme a sec….…
Dylan is interrupted as Stone pulls her off camera, she drops her Diet coke without ever getting a drink and looking devastated with Stone.
Cut to an image of De Marco Ryne sitting at a table, as William Stone and Dylan walk into the shot. Stone sits in the chair opposite chair, as Ryne nods toward Dylan to greet her.
D: So what do you want me to do?…
DMR: He’s one of Dinucci’s boys; just make sure he doesn’t cheat.…
D: (grinning) I’ll keep a close eye on him.…
Dylan pulls on a referee shirt, which is about 8 sizes to big for her, and manages to grab both men’s attention as she shakes her hair out. Ryne and Stone lean forward locking their hands over the table. Ready to Arm Wrestle.
Dylan looks at De Marco Ryne.
D: Ready?…
Ryne nods and Dylan looks to William Stone.
D: Ready?…
William nods.
D: …… go!…
Both start straining as Ryne gets the advantage early, William grimaces and pulls back getting Ryne’s hand inches from the surface, but is distracted as Dylan bends over the table to get a closer look. Ryne takes this opportunity to get Stone into the position he himself was in a moment ago. Stone gives the match his full attention once more and powers back touching the youngsters hand down on the table Dylan counts 1.….2.….. Ryne gets his knuckles up off the table but Stone pushes him down again this time for the 3 count.
Dylan raises Williams right arm and shakes Ryne’s hand, as we cut back to the arena.
DM: Ok… Things are just a little weird here… And we’ve not even kicked off properly tonight! Up next we have our first match… …
Blood Games Tournament Quarter Finals 1
Singles Match
Eric Gunner Vs White Dragon
DM: IT’S TIME FOR OUR FIRST MATCH OF THE NIGHT!!…
JG: Dude you don’t have to yell……
DM: Sorry…I’m excited!
The guitar riff starts out quietly and flames appear on the big screen. The drums kick in and the flames rise and pyro hits out in shots of three; red white and royal blue. Then Eric Gunner walks out to the top of the ramp and lifts hit arm in the air, as he lowers his arm two fireworks falls from the arena roof and onto each side of the ramp. They hit as Gunners fist falls to his side and he begins his walk to the ring. He climbs in…paces about a bit, then slides out to the outside and starts tossing weapons into the ring….two steel chairs, a sledge hammer, a kendo stick, a fire extinguisher, a stop sign and a pair of sports shoes with dirt spikes on the bottom of them…. Fans cheer each time a new weapon is tossed into the ring…
DM: That’s right folks, this match was made a hardcore match by Special Enforce Krazy Kristopher!…
JG: Shoes? What in the hell?…
DM: Both of the men in this match are relatively new to the PPW…but I’d expect Gunner to do better then to use shoes……
JG: Which is why they’re opening…if the first match sucks no one cares……
Light go off as the opening music starts. Smoke rolls in as blue light move around. White Dragon comes to the ring wearing a black priestly robe with a white scarf with black cross's on it around his neck. He walks down to the ring with his arms out to his side and his head down. He gets to the ring and slides in on his stomach, goes to get up and gets a steel chair to his back for his trouble!
DM: The veteran Gunner starting things off quickly!…
Gunner sets up the two steel chairs so that they are open facing each other…then picks up Dragon and tosses him to the ropes…on his return he goes for a hurricarana, but Dragon holds on to the ropes and Gunner falls flat on his back.
JG: Gunner telegraphed that move…Dragon is looking pretty aware of the ring for a kid so young……
DM: I hear they’re expecting big things from him here in the PPW……
Dragon goes for a moonsault bouncing off the second rope and gets a cover for a one count. He picks Gunner up and tosses him into the corner, then follows with a running body splash…he goes for another one but receives Gunner’s boot in his face. Gunner then launches himself up to the top rope and bounces off, hitting a moonsault on Dragon for a two count. He picks himself up and grabs Dragon and tosses him to the outside. He also slides into the ring and reaches under the ring and strains to pull out a tool box…he slides it over to the barrier where the National Football Team’s Philadelphia Eagles are ringside…and, struggling, lifts up the tool box and holds it up to them…they each reach in and take out-
DM: A GUANTLET? He’s giving them metal gauntlets like they used in the middle ages?…
JG: Yet again justification as to why they are opening the show……
Each Eagle member puts on a gauntlet on their right hand and turns so that their right hand is extended past the guard barrier…Gunner grabs Dragon by the back of his hair and starts running with him… ramming Dragon’s head into each gauntlet as he goes!
DM: MODIFIED BIG SLAP!!…
JG: Unorthodox…but effective……
Dragon collapses after the 10th and last Eagle…Gunner tosses him back into the ring…then goes and takes the gauntlets back… and puts them back in the tool case…
DM: Does that tool case say property of the National Museum?…
JG: Yeah……
DM: You can’t just take stuff from the National Museum!…
Gunner quickly covers the tool case and slides it back under the ring…he slides into the ring where Dragon is just now getting back to his feet…he positions himself between Dragon and the two steel chairs standing up and facing each other…
DM: What’s Gunner doing here?…
Gunner leaps up and catches Dragon with what looks to be a hurricarana, but Dragon just falls forwards with Gunner, slamming him into the steel chairs.
DM: POWERBOMB!!!…
JG: Great desperation move……
Dragon groggily gets to his feet as Gunner lies motionless in a heap with the steel chairs wrapped around him…Dragon grabs the stop sign and lays it flat on the mat opposite a corner…then rolls Gunner on over it…he goes and runs toward the corner… and leaps up and bounces back with a moonsault, but Gunner rolls out of the way. However, Dragon sees this and lands on his feet.
DM: Incredible display of dexterity by Dragon!…
Dragon nods his head as the crowd applauds, then turns around to get a blast from the fire extinguisher in his face and a kick in the stomach…Gunner steps forward and wraps on a front chantery hold….then falls back and hits the
DM: DDT ON THE STOP SIGN!!…
JG: HE STOPPED HIM RIGHT IN HIS TRACKS!!…
DM: Dude…that was lame…if you’re “The Bomb”…then that was a dud……
Gunner leaps to his feet and stumbles to the corner…he reaches down and takes off his boots…them with the sports shoes with dirt spikes…he quickly climbs up to the top rope, then flips off and lands feet first onto Dragon! The audience groans as they can almost feel the pain that Dragon must feel…Dragon lets out a scream of agony…
DM: DOUBLE TAP STAMP!! WITH SPORTS SHOES…!!! HE’S NOT GETTING UP FROM THAT ONE!!…
JG: Well…Gunner really had his feet planted solidly this match……
DM: Why? Why do you even try?…
Gunner remains standing on Dragon…for the three count!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY RESULT OF PINFALL AND ADVANCING IN THE TOURNAMENT TO CROWN A BLOODGAMES CHAMPION, ERIC GUNNER!!
DM: Now Gunner is gonna go on to face Lancett or Krazy Kristopher!!
JG: That match is next folks! Don’t go anywhere!!
Cuts to commercial for the Blair Witch Project III…starring Tony Blair…the video clip shows Blair wandering in the forest…
Tony Blair: I don’t know what to do or which way to go!
Mysterious figure: Go to Iraq…they have weapons…I promise…honest…I think…actually…don’t quote me on that…but I gonna go out a ledge and say yeah…they probably have weapons…
Tony puts a finger up as to ask a question…opens his mouth real wide…and says:
Tony Blair: K.
Blair walks over to destroy his public image in Iraq while the mysterious figure walks off to his own domain where he hopes to destroy our economy and relations with the world…
DM: Something tells me that that sponsor is not going to pull in any money…
JG: And that guy in the cloak…Did he have a Texas accent?
Cuts to commercial for Battle for Supremacy!
Dylan appears on the PurePainTron, walking down a corridor with a can of Diet Coke, he gets it open as she pushes the door open, but walks into it dropping her drink as the door stops after only opening a foot. The door swings all the way open revealing De Marco Ryne standing smiling at Dylan who looks a little disillusioned.
DMR: I was just coming to get you, we’re read.
Dylan walks in without saying a word, the room is a gym full of weigh lifting equipment. Stone is standing under a bar, which is about 7 foot from the floor.
D: What now?
WS: Most chin-ups in a minute. I go first, and then he does, whoever does the most wins.
Dylan nods as Ryne hands her a stopwatch and shows her quickly how to use it. She pushes him away as if to say, “I’m not stupid”.
D: (to Stone) Ready?
Stone nods and grabs hold of the bar, Dylan starts the stop watch as he gets a hold of the bar and counts as Stone does chins ups taking just over a second to pull himself up and go all the way back down. Stone grimaces for the last few seconds keeping the pace.
D: Stop!
Stone drops to his feet. Looking confident.
D: 50...
Ryne frowns as he moves under the bar. Stone stands off to one side shaking his arms to warm down.
D: (To Ryne) ready?
She starts the stop watch again as Ryne grabs the bar and pulls himself up starting furiously getting full chin-ups complete in under a second, but slows slightly in the latter seconds, clasping his eyes shut and tightening his knuckles he manages to pick the pace back up getting 4 in the last 2 seconds.
D: Stop!
Ryne drops to the floor, then to his knees holding his left bicep looking at Dylan waiting for the result.
D: …. 51.
Ryne punches the air as William shakes his head.
DMR: That’s 1-1 Willy.
Cut back to the offices of Johnny Dinucci where he is with Krazy Kris who is on the phone…
KK: Yeah I know baby… You’ll be fine. Yup, my match is up next… Yeah, JD is being a good little boy and staying all nice and quiet in the cor… Wait a second…
Dinucci is seen reaching for the door handle…
KK: And WHERE do you think YOU’RE going young man!? I never said you could leave!
JD: I need a drink…
KK: Then have one of your hookers bring you one… You don’t leave this room unless I say… Otherwise I’ll get Reg to spank you…
Camera pans to see Reg licking his lips and warming up his hands…
JD: There really is something wrong with him…
KK: I know… But he makes me feel better about myself.
Reg smiles and nods… Then frowns as if confused by this comment…
KK: Now, my match is up next… Now you behave yourself, and stay here in this room… No coming to interfere in my match and I wont have to hand you your ass… In a large box… with Reg’s hand marks on it…
JD goes a slightly whiter shade of white as he sits back down in his chair… Krazy Kris leaves the room as the scene opens in the backstage parking lot as a pretty young woman sporting long blonde hair, a purple boob tube and tight black pants climbs out of her car and heads toward the backstage door, she glances at her watch and begins to look around, presumably looking for somebody. Suddenly the door behind her flies open and Verafai Omega, clasping one of his aluminium crutches in both hands, wheels back and slams the weapon across the back of the young woman, she falls in a heap as the camera looks back at Omega, who now appears to be in a sadistic state.
VO: “ You little slut! How dare you cheat on me Lidia! If you actually thought there was ANY chance that i'd forgive you, you were dead wrong!”
A host of security guards suddenly appear at the scene and pull a livid Omega away from the scene.
DM: “What the hell was that about?!?”
JG: “I have no idea, but Omega just plastered that chic, it’s a shame though, damn she was hot!”
DM: “Well due to Omegas comments I can only assume that that’s one relationship that will never be patched up.”
Blood Games Tournament Quarter Finals 2
Singles Match
Krazy Kris Vs Randy Lancett
The lights go out throughout the arena as Ozzy Osbourne screams out "ALL ABOARD!" Spotlights flicker on and play across the crowd, until they catch the sight of someone pushing through the crowd. Dressed in black jeans, a Batman T-shirt, an pad on his left elbow, and a flowing black duster Trenchcoat, Krazy Kristopher reaches the barrier and leaps over. He jumps up onto the apron, then flips over the top ropes and lands in the middle of the ring, staring off into the crowd and grinning as pyro goes off. He then makes his way to a corner of the ring and awaits his opponent.
DM: Kris looks extremely focused tonight, I feel sorry for Lancett and The Dark Lotus.
JG: He isn’t focused, he just looks that way because he just got layed.
Only The Strong Survive by Flaw blares over the PA, and Randy Lancett runs full speed to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and awaits the bell to ring.
JG: Did you see that sprint to the ring, no wonder he is on that losing streak, he is to tired to wrestle after he reaches the ring.
DM: He has only lost one match recently, that hardly qualifies as a losing streak.
The bell sounds, Randy and Kris are sizing each other up, after going in a few circles they go to lock up. Randy kicks Kris in the gut and runs towards Kris for a clothesline, Kris moves out of the way and counters with a drop toe hold sending Randy face first to the mat. Not giving Randy any time to recover, Kris begins kicking him swiftly in the back of the head, each kick driving Randys’ face harder and harder into the mat.
DM: I told you Kris was focused tonight!
JG: He is just letting out his frustration right now, it won’t last.
Randy rolls out of the way and slowly gets to his feet holding his head. He turns back towards Kris who greets him with an implant DDT, sending Randy crashing down to the mat head first yet again. This time Randy jumps back up to his feet a little dazed, he runs towards Kris again and attempts another clothesline, only to be met by another drop toe hold. Kris mounts Randy who is laying head first on the mat, Kris grabs Randy by the hair and starts pounding his face into the mat. The ref breaks the two up because Kris had a hold of Randys’ hair.
DM: Kris is really doing a number on Randy, he might end this match quickly enough to be well rested for his other match later on tonight.
JG: Don’t count Randy out just yet, he has done a lot of running and is just waiting to catch his second breath.
Kris helps Randy to his feet, he sizes him up and lands a Reverse Piledriver again sending Randy head first to the mat. Kris rolls him over and makes the first cover of the match-up. 1……..2…….Randy kicks out. Upset by this Kris again starts kicking Randy in the back of the head, almost daring him to get to his feet, when Randy finally rises he is met by a Pedigree sending him right back to the mat. Again Kris covers…1……2……
DM: Randy just kicked out, this kid has a never say die attitude.
JG: He needs to cowboy up if he wants to move to the second round because right now Kris is giving him an ass kicking he will never forget.
Kris grabs Randy by the hair and forces him to his feet, He executes a normal Piledriver then as Randy hits the mat starts working the crowd. Once he gets the crowd cheering, Kris stalks his opponent, Randy slowly gets to his feet with a dazed look on his face and he is met with the Krazy Train. Kris signals again to the crowd, climbs up to the top rope and hits the Insane Pain. 1…….2…….3
The ref walks over to raise Kris’s hand, but instead of Kris’s music coming on the crowd erupts with boos and the chant of asshole as Eat you Alive begins to play. JD emerges from the back, shrugging off the comments made by the crowd. He has a microphone in hand...
JD:
Nice work Kris, that was one hell of a match. To bad as the Co-Owner of this great company I can’t let the match end in such an unfair manner.
The crowd erupts again with boos.
I was watching in the back, and noticed that the official in the ring counted rather fast when you covered Randy that last time. So I am just doing my job when I say, your dismissed to the ref, and that this match will continue.
DM: That no good son of a ….
JG: Easy there Donovan, the ref did count fast and I for one am glad that we have one owner who cares enough to take matters into his own hand.
DM: Were you even watching the same match as me? Now who is going to referee the match?
Kris is standing on the ropes yelling at JD as Randy begins to stir about in the ring.
JD: Now I know we can’t continue this match without someone who will call the restart right down the middle. I screened every qualified referee in the building, and found the best man for the job.
The lights in the arena go out, a spotlight shines on the ring which is beginning to fill with smoke. Taste of Blood plays over the PA system, and The Dark Lotus makes his way to the ring wearing a striped referee shirt. Kris takes two steps back and as Lotus enters the ring, Kris runs at him and is met with a big boot. With Kris on the ground, and Randy watching from the corner Lotus grabs Kris by the throat and pulls him up to his feet. He takes a second to let everyone grasp what is happening and drives Kris to the mat with the Pits of hell. Randy runs over for the pinfall attempt. 1..2..
DM: This is hardly fair for Kris, that was a fast count made by the man who he will be facing later tonight!
JG: JD is a genius, if anyone would call this match fair, it is the man who Kris is set to face later in the night.
DM: Did you play under powerlines as a kid?
JG: How did you know that?
Kris gets back to his feet and goes after Lotus again, this time he knocks him down with a clothesline, but before he can capitalize he is met with a bulldog from behind by Lancett. Perhaps just running on pure instinct Kris gets back up to his feet, before he is sent back to the mat by the Disrespect in the 1st degree. Randy makes the cover. 1. 2. 3...
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - RANDY LANCETT
JG: What a win for Randy Lancett, he has just upset one of President Quentin Barnes top prospects.
DM: Kris just got screwed by JD, I have a feeling that there will be hell to pay later on for that.
PurePainTron cuts outside, Ryne Stone and Dylan walk through the car park.
D: I’m not too sure this is a good idea.
DMR: I’ve seen what this guy drives, I’m not worried.
Stone smirks as the guys splits off leaving Dylan in the car park alone opening her Diet Coke, looking at it like she’s give her right arm for a drink at this point. Right then De Marco Ryne Pulls up in a Mitsubishi Evolution painted in blue and purple, a purple pulsing glow under the car, he revs the engine which causes Dylan to jump and drop her Coke, she swears quietly under her breath as a Porsche 9-11 GT3 with two tone black and blue paint and a pulsing blue glow under the car, pulls up next to Ryne’s Evo.
DMR: What the f….. that’s not your car.
Stone laughs, the camera pans around to the licence plate, which reads Dinucci 7. Stone pulls out the keys with a leather tag on it, with a large gold D on it.
WS: (Smirking) It is now, D-money…
Dylan moves over to the window of Stone‘s car, casting a glance off to her coke on the floor.
D: Damn… no back seat (she grins)
Stone smirks and whispers something to Dylan, she continues to grin as she walks back between both cars.
D: Ok there’s a cone up there for both of you, first one there and back wins.
Both rev their engines as Dylan raises her arms up, as her arms all, she yells “go” and both speed off, Ryne gets a better start and takes an early lead, but Stone’s superior engine power shows as his car inches ahead as they comes toward the barrel. Ryne handbrakes around the cone getting a fantastic turn, but Stone slides and Ryne gets a comfortable lead on the return stretch. At the half way point Ryne floors it and his lead extends slightly, but suddenly Stone’s Porsche sprays blue flame out of his exhaust as he flies past Ryne, leaving him for dust and crossing the line.
DM: Was that Nitrous?
As Ryne finishes and walks away from his car shaking his head, the PurePainTron stops for a moment on a picture of Stone laughing in the front seat of his car before we cut backstage again.
We’re back in Dinucci’s office as the CEO is hurriedly collecting his things. He pulls on his jacket and grabs his briefcase from down the side of the desk. He turns quickly only to be greeted by the smouldering face of Kris…
KK: You low down, dirty, cheating, son-of-a-bitch… You screwed me… After all of my warnings you screwed me anyway… Now I’m gunna have to Enforce QB’s rules… Then let Reg have his fun…
We see Reg pulling on one of those rubber gloves used in hospitals and by large women who work for customs and excise…
JD: Wait… no… now wait… I can explain…
KK: Save it snake…
JD: WAIT… Look, I did you a favour… You… You never wanted to be in both tournaments… And… And if you beat me up now so early, what’s to stop me getting involved again tonight?!
KK: The intravenous drip in your arm and the enema in your ass…
JD: PLEASE wait… Think of it like this, if you attack me now… I could have you destroyed in seconds by my team… Without a whisper… What would that do to your chances in the World Title tournament? Not a lot of good… Now I’m not threatening you, I’m just assuring you that I wont get involved again tonight…
Kris holds a disappointed Reg back…
JD: Thank you… Now lets sit down and enjoy the evening?
Kris sits down, still sweating and pissed off…
Blood Games Tournament Quarter Finals3
Singles Match
Verafai Omega Vs Smasher
JG: It’s time for another match, Michaels!
DM: Indeed it is, and it’s a Bloodgames Title Tournament Quarter Final match…wow that was a mouthful…
JG: I hear you like that though…
DM: What?
JG: Never mind…
DM: This promises to be a good match Bomb, the Bloodgames title is a very prestigious belt to have!
JG: You suck, Michaels
DM: What?
JG: Never mind…
Green Smoke fills the ramp way, you can hear the excitement around the arena building the fans all know what’s coming, there hero is on his way. “Territorial Pissings” by Nirvana plays out and Smasher Steps out onto the top of the ramp. The arena erupts, the Fans cheer wildly. Smasher, Dressed in Black and green pants and a Smasher T-Shirt as well as Green Shades, walks down the ramp slowly, chatting to fans and handing out T-Shirts. Once in the ring Smasher removes his shades and Waits for the Match to begin, sitting on the top turnbuckle.
DM: Smasher lookin’ ready to go here tonight, Bomb
JG: Yeah he sure is, and you can bet your ass that Omega will be too!
“Can’t Keep” by Pearl Jam hits, and Verafai Omega comes down to the ring on a pair of crutches. He looks to be in pain, but he seems to be competing anyway.
DM: We’re just about ready to rumble here ladies and gentlemen…not sure whether Verafai can compete in his state!
The bell sounds as the camera focuses in on the ring, where both Smasher stands facing Omega, ready to give his all for this match, and the ultimate goal of the Bloodgames title.
DM: Is Omega gonna get in the ring or what?
JG: Dunno.
DM: He won’t use them as a weapon will he? Surely that’s illegal!
JG: Maybe, but it ain’t how you win gold…back in my days as a champion, I…
DM: Please Bomb, it’s early, we’ve got a whole show to do, I can’t listen to your crap this early on…
JG: Are you showin’ me attitude, Don?
DM: No, yeah…whatever! Just please…shut the hell up?
JG: Fine…jeez, only makin’ conversation…
Verafai Omega refuses to enter the ring, much to Smasher’s anger. Smasher approaches the referee, and asks him to order Omega in to the match, but as he turns his back on Omega, Omega throws down the crutches and flies in to the ring, attacking Smasher from behind!
DM: It was a trick, he’s fine, he’s not hut at all! The low-life son-of-a…
JG: Hey, Michaels, that’s very clever!
Both men tie up, and Omega manages to position Smasher in such a way that the tie-up is broken. Omega Irish Whips Smasher into the ropes, and attempts a Clothesline. Smasher ducks the attack and bounces off the opposite ropes. On the way back towards Omega, Smasher takes flight, and issues a Spear…knocking Omega off his feet.
DM: Great impact in these early-goings by Smasher, he’s showing the required aggression to win him this match.
Smasher quickly continues his offence by locking Verafai in a sitting Sleeper Hold, applying a lot of pressure to the back and neck. Omega tries to fight the pain, but eventually passes out in the centre of the ring.
The referee forces Smasher to break the hold, and proceeds to raise Omega’s arm, looking for a reason to let the match continue.
DM: Arm raised once, no reply from Omega…twice nothing…
JG: That’s the fastest win in PPW history! Congratulations to Smasher!
On the third arm-raise, Verafai begins to respond.
DM: No wait! There’s movement from Omega…he raises his arm up! The match continues!
JG: Good, I’m glad Michaels - I’ve been looking forward to seeing these 2 lock horns tonight.
Omega rises to his feet, only to be met by a barrage of right hands from Smasher, who is still trying to attack Omega and win the match early. Omega also begins to punch Smasher, so the two exchange blows, one-for-one, until eventually, Smasher begins to tire. Omega becomes advantageous from this, and so continues with the punches, to weaken Smasher, and gain some favour.
JG: Great perseverance from Omega - refusing to quit until Smasher went to ground!
Omega picks Smasher up and turns him upside down. He slowly drops to his knees, thumping Smasher’s head on to the canvas, almost through it.
DM: Excellently executed Piledriver by Omega there, he’s really takin’ the fight to Smasher now!
An early pin attempt from Verafai, but Smasher comfortably kicks out after the 2-count.
Omega locks in a Crossface Chicken Wing, to try and loosen up Smasher.
JG: Real pressure applied to Smasher now, Michaels. If Omega can stay on him long enough and do enough damage, Smasher may not walk out of this match!
The referee breaks the hold after a 5-count, and Verafai helps Smasher to a vertical stance. He then Irish Whips Smasher in to the corner, where Smasher falls and slumps into a seated position at the base of the ring post. Omega then signals to the crowd, and delivers a Bronco Buster!
DM: Old-school moves comin’ out now, Bomb! Great Bronco Buster by Verafai Omega!
Omega continues his assault on Smasher with a Swinging Neckbreaker, followed by a Bulldog, and a Michinoku Driver. Smasher is once again knocked to the floor, and Omega gains more advantage. He then goes for a cover on Smasher, but again, the match doesn’t finish - Smash got a shoulder up on the count of 2.
JG: Smasher is weakening considerably now Michaels…could be in trouble here…
DM: Yeah I see it too Bomb, maybe not much more can be done here by Smasher…
Verafai Omega delivers a Twist of Fate to Smasher, flagging that back and neck even more. When Smasher eventually gets to his feet, Omega knocks him straight back down again with another Twist of Fate!
Feeling ready to wrap it up, Omega signals to the crowd for the end of the match.
DM: It’s time, Bomb! Here comes the pain…
JG: That sounds real familiar…
Omega picks Smasher up off the ground and quickly executes an Omega Device - a Diamond Cutter-type manoeuvre!
DM: Omega Device! Surely that’s it!
But Omega isn’t quite finished. He executes a “Verify This”, and then goes for the pin victory.
JG: Verify This! NOW it’s over!
1…2…3! Omega picks up the victory, and advances to the next round of the tournament!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - VERAFAI OMEGA
The camera is bouncing up and down, through the PPW corridors, and it suddenly turns a corner and focuses, on a door, painted in gold letters is the word Sledgehammer. The door wildly swings open and we see the man himself, dressed in his usual ring attire, his Silver trousers with his glorious name printed down each side in the grimacing blood red writing, but he is wearing a black tank top, which will come of before the big debut match. Richard Morgan appears after him, wearing a black Armani suit and after a few seconds of walking down the corridor, the cameraman stops, and Richard Morgan, stands next to Sledgehammer with a mic to Sledgehammers mouth.
S: PPW, This is your new Blood Games Champion!
We hear quite a loud cheer considering Sledgehammer is still relatively unknown in this federation.
RM: What do you think of the reception you got tonight?
S: Well I am proud and happy, because I didn’t think anyone would remember me, but I am here to stay, and Hammer time starts tonight, when I face my first opponent in PPW ADZ.
RM: Any Last words before your match?
S: Yeah, Adz you will be the first to feel the sledge bomb in PPW, and I promise you won’t be the last.
RM: Thanks Sledgehammer.
S: And tonight I…
Sledge is interrupted and knocked forward as William Stone bumps into him sprinting past him, and then backwards as De Marco Ryne hits him from the front chasing after Stone.
S: what the hell……….
The camera follows Stone and Ryne as the turn to corner, Ryne darts past Stone just as they pass Dylan and he raises his hands in the air in celebration. Stone sinks into a chair next to the table where they arm-wrestled. He reaches into his coat pocket, gasping for air and pulls out a pack of Regal King-size Cigarettes and lights one, which seems to ease his difficulty breathing. The shot cuts back to the Pure Pain Ring.
DM: Stone and Ryne are taking over this damn show!
JG: It’s cool Grande… It’s cool…
Blood Games Tournament Quarter Finals1
Singles Match
Sledgehammer Vs Adz
The arena goes dark, we hear a few screams from the more excitable members of the crowd, then the titantron flashes 3-2-1. Red and Silver pyros light up the arena, and we see Sledgehammer with his back to the ring in a crucifix pose, he spins around as more pyros go off. Sledgehammer struts down the ramp, slapping a few of the fans hands, then as he gets about half way downthe ramp and runs the rest of the way, and slides into the ring.
DM: Sledge is waiting for Adz here…
Bring me to Life starts to play and lights start to flash. When the words 'Wake Me Up' hit, Adz walks out slowly, arms aloft. By now, the whole arena is going crazy and chanting his name as he reaches the ring. You're THE star...
Once both men are in the ring, Adz starts to work the crowd immediately and is met by a series of martial arts kick, sending him to one knee. As Adz tries to stand back up, Sledgehammer tries to kick him again but Adz catches his leg, before Adz can capitalize sledgehammer brings the other foot around and connects with a hard enzugri. Adz drops hard to the mat, Sledgehammer follows him down with a head scissors submission lock. Adz is in quite a bit of pain as he squirms around trying to find a way to the ropes. Since he is in the middle of the ring that possibility doesn’t seem to likely.
JG: Looks like Adz will lose yet again, somebody needs to call his mama and get her to make him eat healthy and train harder.
DM: You can’t be serious, do you think about what you’re going to say before the words come out?
JG: No, why?
DM: Nevermind.
Back in the ring Adz is starting to slowly fade out, smelling victory Sledgehammer tightens the hold. The ref holds Adz arm up, as he releases the arm falls back to the mat. The official lifts his arm up again, only to get the same result. A woman comes running down from the backstage area and begins pounding on the mat. The ref picks up Adz arm for the last time, this time just before it reaches the mat he manages to hold it up.
DM: What the… Who the hell is that?
JG: That’s Adz’s mother!
DM: How exactly do you know that?
JG: **While Slumping down in his seat** I just know Donovan, I just know.
Back in the ring Adz is rallying with the support of his mother. He has managed to break the hold and begins punching Sledgehammer with hard rights and lefts. Sledgehammer is staggering now as Adz drops him to the mat with a DDT. Sledgehammer quickly gets back up to his feet, but gets quickly sent back to the ground German Suplex. Again Sledgehammer is quick to his feet, Adz irish whips him into the corner and runs at him full steam to execute a clothesline. With Sledge now dazed in the corner, Adz forces him up to the second rope, and drives him back to the mat with a Tornado DDT.
JG: Adz is really rolling now, I think he is looking to impress his mother.
DM: Whatever got him going seems to be working for him, maybe his mom should accompany him to the ring all the time.
Adz helps Sledge to his feet, and sends him to the mat with a very impressive looking powerbomb. Adz looks over at his mama smiling, he then attempts to work the crowd over before covering. 1……2….Sledge kicked out. Upset by this Adz looks over to his mother for comfort, she motions for him to look behind him and as Adz turns around, Sledge Irish whips him to the ropes. Adz bounces off and ducks a clothesline attempt, he then bounces of the other set of ropes and hits Sledge with a Spear. Instead of trying a cover, Adz bounces around the ring pointing to his head to show he had just outsmarted his opponent. With Sledge still on the mat, Adz locks in a figure 4 leg lock.
DM: Its only a matter of time now, Adz will soon have his first win here in PPW.
JG: I’m still not convinced, look at how close Sledge is to the ropes.
The crowd is behind Sledgehammer as he begins to fight to reach the ropes. Adz tries to pull him back to the center of the ring, but fails as Sledge grabs hold of the bottom rope. The ref breaks the hold, and Adz rolls out of the ring to talk over strategy with his mother. This gives Sledge the time he needs to recover, he reaches over the ropes and grabs Adz from behind forcing him up to the apron. With Adz standing now on the apron, Sledge helps him back into the ring with a modified vertical suplex. Adz jumps back to his feet, and as he turns around gets hit with an inverted DDT,
JG: See Donovan you picked your winner to quick, you ended up jinxing ADZ.
DM: I had nothing to do with that, he done it to himself.
Back in the ring Sledge has Adz up over his head and drops him to the mat with a Body Press Slam. Adz is rolling around in pain, Sledge grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet to execute a Twist a Fate. Adz goes to the mat again and gets the Sledgeshooter applied to him. Adz is reaching out in pain, he is close to the ropes but can’t seem to find the energy to get to them. Adz mother begins slapping the mat again, and Adz digs down deep and manages to grasp the bottom rope. Sledge uses up most of the five count before he breaks he hold. Adz quickly gets to his feet and starts landing multiple clotheslines, each sending Sledge to the mat. Adz looks happy as he begins to taunt Sledge, his mother tries to get him to go in for the kill but Adz still showboats. Sledge gets back to his feet, Adz turns around and is met with a kick to the gut, then the Sledge Bomb. Sledge makes the cover,
1…2…3…
WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL - SLEDGEHAMMER
DM: DM: What a win for Sledge!
The Ring announcer steps up into the ring
RA: Hailing from Brixton in London, England, weighing in at 230 pounds and Standing 6 feet and 5 inches tall, William Stone.
The lights drop leaving the arena in Darkness, as the beat hits, Strobe Lights flicking rapidly. "Reload" rattles the Arena and the lights fade to a blood red. Red and Silver Pyrotechnics Blast from the Staff, leaving Ramp shrouded in Smoke. As the smoke clears…… there’s no one there.
JG: What the….
DM: I’m…. yes, he’s backstage.
The PurePainTron cuts to a vision of the Old PTIW Prime Time Just Try It title for Playstation2 Main Menu, with a Polygonal version of The Vigilante doing his infamous poses whilst the highlighted segment of the screen moves down over singles match, tag team match, and gets to “Special Match”. Once in there, it moves right to the bottom of the list and selects the glass cage match.
The Old PTIW fans in the arena cheer like an explosion as memories of the First and Only Glass Cage Back that saw Colin Zale and Yoshi Extreme Lee battle it out in a 16 foot Steel Cage, coated with 6 inches of solid glass. A Match that Colin Zale came out victorious in.
The voice of William Stone comments as he selects his character, moving past:-
Falcon. WS:“…. nah”
Kalas WS:“hmmm”
Katharsis WS:“…. no”
Kai Tanner WS:“haha Yeah Right”
Lasher. WS:“…”
Tre Crawford WS:“…”
CJ Maxwell WS:“actually..”
It flicks back to Tre Crawford and selects, the indicator changes red, showing that it’s now time for Player 2 to select his character.
Ryne moves straight down to Tukay Lionheart and selects, the match begins, showing full detailed entrances and the wrestlers video’s. Once both competitors are in the ring and the match begins, Tom Dembry and Dark Fire commentate the matches, which for a wrestling game is very surprisingly smooth.
Ryne as Tukay takes the advantage, using a combination to land two right hands to the face of Stone as Tre Crawford and then an Irish Whip, which sends him into the Glass and Shatters a segment of it.
The camera shows Stone for a second, eyes locked on the screen grunting while Ryne’s control of Tukay Lionheart sees him stamp on Crawford’s chest, Tukay picks Crawford up and goes to whip him again into the segment of glass that has been shattered, but Crawford reverses and sends Tukay into the shattered glass, causing it to fall from the steel bars of the cage.
The glass is in 4 segments on each side of the cage, it takes damage on them one at a time. Stone tries to step up one of the segments but Ryne’s Tukay is quick to his feet and tries to power bomb Crawford, but Crawford hit’s the reversal slipping off his shoulders and sending Tukay down with a huge High Impact DDT. Crawford Turns his back, and plays to the crowd, his left hand going up in the ‘Westside’ “W” As Tukay stands up Crawford goes for the super kick.
TD: (Screaming… in the game) The Silencer!!!
As Crawford moves toward Tukay, Tukay ducks the boot from Crawford and moves behind Tre locking him up in a reverse face lock.
DF: (screaming in game) Diamond Dust!!
Tukay lands the Diamond Dust and climbs up to the top of the cage by the one segment that has broken and goes for Tukay’s Trade Mark Lion Bomb (a Senton bomb) from the top of the cage. But he misses it as Polygon Crawford gets out of the way; he goes for the Silencer again, this time landing it and sending Polygon Lionheart into the cage, causing all four segments of glass on that particular side to fall from the cage walls.
DMR: God damnit.
Crawford begins climbing but stops as the camera moves to a shot of the door of Ryne’s dressing room where the two are sitting playing the game.
Dylan enters the door and looks at the two boys sitting playing their games, can of Diet Coke in hand, she opens the can.
D: They’re all waiting for you out there…
They both turn to Dylan behind them and shout: HOLD ON!!
Dylan flinches and drops her drink again, cursing at the over excited wrestlers as she walks out again slamming the door behind her talking loudly enough for them to hear her. “You guys suck, god damnit f***ing children” The guys look at each other for a second, then turn back to the screen, where Crawford is half way up the cage and Tukay is back to his feet.
Ryne manages to get Tukay to the cage in time to pull Crawford off, power bombing him hard to the matt, he locks him up in the Lion’s Den (Elevated Texas Cloverleaf) Ryne’s vivid hitting of buttons keeps the hold long enough to make Crawford Tap, and Tukay makes his escape.
Ryne taunts William as he picks up $4000 off the table in front of them and goes to his dressing room to change into his combat gear, William already in his walks depressed toward the ramp as we cut back to the arena.
DM: Great match up next… The guys who have been competing ALL NIGHT LONG…
JG: Lionel Ritchie fan Michaels?
DM: I… You… SHUT UP!
Complete darkness fills the PPW arena. A few seconds of hesitation pass and the lights start to flicker on and off, at a fast tempo. Get Inside by stone sour begins to play over the PA system. Starting off quietly and gradually getting louder. Grey and white speckles slowly but surely filter on the PTIW-Tron, raining down from the top of the picture in a snow like affect motion. The speed and frequency of the grey and white speckles starts to pick up the pace a little, seemingly following the music. The name De Marco Ryne flashes up on screen then explodes as the chorus kicks in. As this happens huge red and blue pyro erupt from the entranceway with a mighty crash. Previews of De Marco handing out punishment and taking some seriously sick bumps plays on the PPW-Tron as a figure emerges. He slowly walks to the ring, a sense of no trust maybe? Always looking and absorbing the boo’s and cheers from the crowds as he usually gets a mixed reaction. De Marco approaches the ring and slides in with no fear under the bottom rope. As if he has became a different person oozing with confidence. He heads for a corner and jumps up in one swift movement, raising both arms firmly in the air with his head facing the floor. After a moment or two he hops down and paces around the ring until the music fades out.
JG: Just before this match, Ryne took a hell of a lot of money away from Stone…
DM: It was a good night for Ryne…
The lights drop leaving the arena in Darkness, as the beat hits, Strobe Lights flicking rapidly. "Reload" rattles the Arena and the lights fade to a blood red. Red and Silver Pyrotechnics Blast from the ramp, shrouding it in Smoke. As the smoke Clears William Stone appears walking slowly and confidently down to the ramp. His Ankle Length Leather Coat Swaying around his Leather Pants, and Black Silk Shirt. He looks around with a rye smirk, then slides into the ring.
JG: I’ve come around to this guy!
DM: Surprise surprise…
Ryne runs, bounces off the ropes, and hits a dropkick to William Stone's face.
DM: Ryne doesn't want to give him time off!
Ryne allows William Stone to scramble to his feet, than goes for a big clothesline. William Stone ducks, causing Ryne to run into the corner. William Stone catches him with a Russian Leg Sweep as he bounces back off the corner. William Stone floats over and goes for a pin.
1… NO! Out after 1!
William Stone picks up Ryne, and tosses him into the ropes. He hits him with a back body drop on the return. He picks him up and tosses Ryne into the ropes again, this time hitting a power slam on the return…1 count again. William Stone picks Ryne up and tosses him into the ropes yet again, but this time Ryne stops as William Stone bends over for another possible back body drop, locks on an inverted waist lock, and lifts up and drives William Stone into the mat with a tremendous Snap Powerbomb!
1…2…NO!
DM: Almost had him there!
JG: Good try…but a power bomb isn't going to keep William Stone down
Ryne gets up and pulls William Stone up too. He tosses him into the corner, then crashes into him with a spear. He then picks up and places William Stone on the top turnbuckle, climbs up and hits a beautiful superplex into a float over pin.
Ref: 1
DM: He may have him here!
JG: I don't think so…William Stone is a little stronger then that I think.
Ref: 2
William Stone kicks out with authority. Both men pulls themselves up to their feet using the ropes. They meet each other in the middle of the ring and start exchanging punches. After a good 10 punches by each man, William Stone ducks under a right hand by Ryne…Ryne turns around only to be lifted clear off the ground in a Military Press…then slammed to the mat.
DM: Big move by William Stone.
William Stone tosses Ryne into the ropes and hits a sidewalk slam on the return…Ryne kicks out at one.
DM: Ryne is not going down without a fight!
William Stone picks up Ryne and drives him down, back first into his knee.
DM: Backbreaker!
William Stone continues the offense by picking up and tossing Ryne into the ropes. He knocks down him down with a BIG clothesline. William goes for a pin but Ryne kicks out at 2.
DM: Ryne wants that shot at the PPW Title!
William Stone scoops up and slams down Ryne hard.
DM: William Stone has shifted this match to his control.
JG: But for how long?
William Stone goes for a pile driver, but Ryne kicks his feet and drops back the mat. He then hits a low blow on William Stone.
DM: Low blow by Ryne!
William Stone doubles over in pain…he then receives a big upper cut from Ryne, knocking him upright, but not off his feet.Stone stumbles to his feet, and turns toward Ryne who leaps off the top rope in a Shooting Star Press kind of fashion and lands his High Ryne DDT!! He pins Stone…. 1.…2.…. He lifts Stone up
JD: Rookie mistake!!!
DM: Looks like he’s not done with William Stone yet!
Ryne jumps back up to the top rope, waiting for Stone to get to his feet. As Stone stands up he again goes for the High Ryne, but Stone sides steps, Ryne telegraphs and lands on his feet! Stone locks Ryne in a sleeper hold!
JD: STONE TO ASH!!!
Ryne is down and Stone goes up to the top rope!
DM: Here it is!
JD: PHOENIX FROM THE ASHES!
Stone lands his Senton Bomb and pins De Marco!
1… 2…. 3!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - WILLIAM STONE
DM: What a fantastic match!
JG: And if it wasn’t for Ryne’s mistake he may have won!
We cut to a commercial for British Beef… It’s no longer infected, you can now eat without waking up with a tendency to moo…
Backstage Dylan stands at the vending machine she was at, at the beginning of the show, she gets a diet coke with her last dollar coin, she spots William walk buy confidently and hides behind the vending machine. She gets her coke and heads toward her dressing room.
De Marco Ryne walks by Dylan holding his head after leaving his match with Stone, he takes the can of coke from Dylan and holds cold can to his head and walks away.
Dylan is ready to scream up a storm, as Ryne passes the Vending Machine, he kicks it once, hard in the side, causing all the contents to fall out, Dylan gets her Diet Coke and takes a drink right there as she walks past Johnny Dinucci’s office.
Inside, Tre Crawford’s voice can be heard talking to Dinucci… The door opens as we go inside. Tre is stood with JD…
TC: Yeah, it’s all ready… My Boot’s as deadly as ever…
JD: Good… get her OUT of this tournament… I don’t want a woman anywhere NEAR the PPW Title…
TC: Don’t you worry JD… She wont ge…
Tre slowly turns his head to see Krazy Kris stood at the door, mobile phone in hand and Referee by his side…
KK: Sure QB… That’s fine, Tre and Liana is now Main event…
We hear the crowd explode… A large smile crosses JD and Crawford’s face…
KK: And Tre is to be kept in here until AFTER my match with the referee, and have his whole body checked for inanimate objects… Like pieces of lead in his boots…
Crawford’s smile drops… As the referee makes his way into the room and asks for Tre to remove his boots, Kris sits down and hangs up the phone…
KK: Sorry Johnny… But that’s the rules…
Dinucci looks pissed as we head to ringside!
DM: Well… by all accounts… We have Jesy Blue and DRAVEN next now…
JG: Jeez… Kris is taking his new job seriously…
DM: Well Bomb, another great fight for the fans now, Jesy Blue vs. Draven - and these 2 guys have met before, back on January 14th on Mutilation.
JG: Yeah and what a historic match that one was! Jesy Blue won the match, then Johnny D came out here and reversed the decision, and the suspended Jesy for drug-abuse. Only later to be overruled by that asshole Quentin Barnes…!
DM: Ok, chill Jim, that’s in the past, tonight’s a whole new ball game - anyone can win this match in such a situation!
JG: What situation?
DM: The fact that it’s a tournament and everyone seems to up their game to that next level…
JG: Oh, that situation…gotcha…
WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT
QUARTER FINAL 2
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH Jesy Blue vs. Draven
DM: And we’re just about ready to start this one, Bomb, so let’s go over to the ring…
Announcer: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is a quarter final match for the PPW World Title tournament!
The crowd cheer in anticipation.
Announcer: Introducing first, from Scarbourgh, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 lbs…DRAVEN!!!
“The Great American Nightmare” by Rob Zombie echoes throughout the arena, and Draven emerges from behind the curtain, to a chorus of boos and jeers.
DM: Real acrimony from the fans here for Draven, possibly the sickest man on the PPW roster!
JG: Yeah he’s great…in fact we’re privileged to have him here tonight. After his match last week nobody knew whether he was still alive or not!
DM: Of course, Krazy Kris and the Pure Paintron…I remember. When Kris looked for Draven in all the electrical mess, Draven was gone, nowhere to be seen.
JG: But he’s here now, and he’s ready to kick some Jesy Blue ass!
Draven nonchalantly walks up the ring steps and enters his stage, keeping his head down, and saying or signalling nothing to the PPW crowd.
All the lights go out in the arena as a deep harmonized voice begins laughing over the speaker system, then speaks:
“ARE YOU READY? BRING ON THE SMOKE. TURN OUT THE LIGHTS CAN YOU FEEL THE ENERGY? I SAID CAN YOU FEEL THE ENERGY?! OKAY. NOW…GET READY TO LOSE YOUR MIND. GET READY TO LOSE CONTROL. NOW…YOU’RE A VICTIM…OF HARDSTYLE!”
The rave music begins and yellow, green and blue strobe lights begin flashing to the bass line. Jesy Blue comes out wearing green baggy UFO pants and a big furry hat carrying glow sticks, which he customarily tosses in to the crowd. He also has a neon pacifier in his mouth.
The crowds go wild at the arrival of Jesy Blue, he is a real fan-favourite, much the opposite, in fact, to Draven.
DM: Give it up for Jesy Blue! Listen to this rockin’ arena, Bomb, they’re lovin’ every second of Jesy Blue!
JG: They are indeed Michaels, so are you by the looks of things…
DM: Well yeah, Jesy’s one of the greatest athletes to ever grace any ring anywhere…it’s an honour to have him here!
JG: Kiss-ass…
The sound of the bell cannot be heard over the screaming fans, all chanting Jesy’s name!
Quickly Draven pounces on Jesy, and begins pummelling him with lefts and rights, face and body, beating Jesy down, eventually to his knees. Draven then bounces of the ropes and hits Jesy in the face with a Big Boot! Jesy hits the mat with impact, but Draven doesn’t let up. He continues after Jesy Blue and does so with a Leg Drop across the neck area.
DM: Draven’s up for this one, Bomb! He’s goin’ straight at Jesy Blue
JG: Yeah, it looks like he may be a bit pissed at what Jesy Blue said this past week in his promo, and quite rightly so!
DM: Quite rightly so! Jim the guy threatened to decapitate Jesy Blue in this match!
JG: No he didn’t he said Jesy could keep his head…
DM: Oh well that’s ok then!!!
JG: Yeah…
Jesy Blue manages to lift himself up off the mat and get to his feet while Draven stares out at the crowd. Jesy seems to have a look of realisation on his face - he knows he got to Draven, he knows he pissed him off. Jesy and Draven tie up in the centre of the ring, and Jesy executes an Arm Drag. Draven quickly bounces back to his feet, and Jesy hits another Arm Drag. Draven again bounces back up and runs at Jesy Blue. But Jesy kicks Draven in the stomach and hits a DDT!
DM: Great shot there by Blue, and Draven gets a taste of his own medicine!
Draven wipes the saliva away from his lip, and gets back to his feet. He looks at Jesy with a look of frustration and anger. Jesy simply smiles and waves at Draven, blatantly mocking him.
JG: Not wise, Jesy, not wise at all…
Draven runs at Jesy again and delivers a knee to the groin, a blatant illegal move, right under the referee’s nose! The referee pulls Draven away from Jesy, and gives him a stern talking-to.
DM: Draven getting himself in to trouble their with the official over a stupid move on his part.
JG: Well Michaels, Draven’s pissed off! Clearly Jesy is mockin’ him and aggravating him, why not punish the little bastard!?!?
Order is restored by the referee, and the match continues with Jesy Blue initiating a tie-up with his counterpart Draven. The two lock up in a test of strength, which Jesy seems to be winning. Draven then head butts Jesy, breaking the hold.
DM: Another illegal move by Draven - he’s tryin’ to cheat his way to victory!
Draven follows up his attack with an Irish Whip, which he capitalises on with a Clothesline. Draven then picks Jesy up and performs a Snap Suplex, followed by a Bulldog.
JG: Great string of moves by Draven.
Jesy Blue, still grounded, rolls out of the ring. Draven follows him out, and throws Jesy in to the steel steps! Jesy writhes in agony as Draven stomps a mud hole in his chest. The referee by this time is up to 5 in his 10-count, and so Draven takes advantage of the remaining seconds. He throws Jesy in to the ring barrier, and drops an elbow on to Jesy’s neck! The referee reaches 8, so Draven re-enters the ring, surprisingly taking Jesy with him.
DM: Why did Draven throw Jesy back in? He could have won the match via a count out!
JG: Because he obviously doesn’t wanna win that way! He said he was going to punish and destroy Jesy Blue, so that’s what he’s gonna do!
Draven carries on with his assault by throwing Jesy in to the turnbuckle. Draven then tries to untie the turnbuckle pad to reveal the steel ropes, but the referee stops him before he manages to do so. This buys Jesy enough time to get to his feet.
Jesy spins Draven around and hand-stands up his body and hits a Hurricanrana! He then attempts the first pin of the match, but Draven kicks out after 2.
DM: Close call for Draven, he allowed Jesy too much time to recover and nearly paid for it!
Draven recovers from his shock and tries to regain his lead in this match. But Jesy Blue seems to be up for this one now, ready to fire on all cylinders. Draven attempts to pick Jesy up, but Jesy thumps down on Draven’s back with Double Axe Handles, forcing Draven down on one knee. Jesy then beats on Draven with lefts and rights, similarly to those thrown by Draven earlier on in the contest. Draven eventually falls to both knees, and Jesy Blue takes advantage of this by hitting Draven with a Spinning Wheel Kick in the face!
JG: Ooo! That’s gotta hurt! Right on the kisser!
DM: Yeah that had to hurt Draven!
Jesy Blue, now with Draven on his back, executes a perfect Triple Jump Moonsault! He goes for the cover, but Draven kicks out. Jesy then rethinks his attack, and Irish Whips Draven off the ropes. On the rebound, Jesy hits a Springboard Dropkick! Draven falls to the ground, but quickly gets up to his feet. Jesy kicks Draven in the stomach, and then hits a Running Fameasser! The momentum is definitely with Jesy Blue. He hits the top rope, and dives off with another Moonsault.
DM: Jesy’s taken flight…
But Draven gets his knees up and connects with Jesy, right in the mouth.
JG: Wait! Draven’s knees are up; he countered the Moonsault with a desperation defensive move!
Jesy falls to the canvas clutching his mouth. Draven returns to his feet and goes at Jesy Blue with a purpose. From nowhere, Draven hits Jesy Blue with one of his trademark moves, the “Failed Reality”!
JG: My God! Failed Reality from outta nowhere! Draven’s going’ through, Draven’s won it right there!
Draven turns and faces the fans, throwing abuse and jibes at them. Then, from the ringside area, Liana appears, to Draven’s unawareness! She enters the ring behind Draven, and the fans go absolutely crazy! Draven doesn’t understand why he’s getting such a reception! The referee is seeing to Jesy Blue on the other side of the ring, as his mouth is bleeding from the earlier impact of Draven’s knees.
DM: Liana Blaze! She’s here to settle a score with that bastard Draven! He’s gonna get his now!
JG: Michaels, I’m scared!!!
Draven turns around slowly, apparently aware of who stands behind him. As he sees Lia standing before him, he gives a little smile, and then charges at Lia. She kicks Draven and hits a DDT, knocking him to the canvas! She then climbs the ropes and hits KSGS! A 450 splash off the top rope! Draven is down and out…
DM: What a shot by Liana, and Draven’s had his comeuppance! He mutilated Liana in that cage, and now Liana returning the favour by screwing Draven over!
Liana makes a quick exit up the ramp way, and watches the closure from a distance. Jesy Blue, who has now recovered and is upright, walks over to Draven, not knowing what really happened, and goes for the pin attempt.
1…2…3! He got it! Jesy Blue defeats Draven for the second time!
DM: It’s over! He did it again Bomb! Jesy beat Draven!
JG: Wait a minute, no he didn’t! LIANA beat Draven, Jesy just got the win!
DM: Oh he deserved it and you know it! Liana did the right thing, and Draven only has himself to blame!
Liana gets a huge smile on her face, and Jesy acknowledges her interference.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - JESY BLUE
We head backstage, again, where Tre is still with the referee…
TC: This is ridiculous…
KK: I think not… we found the loaded boot…
TC: That’s just because one of my legs is shorter than the other!
KK: What ever… Now… Time for the internal check… REG!
Crawford looks pained and disgusted… Reg opens the door.
KK: Nah… Just kidding…
Reg turns and leaves looking disappointed…
KK: Now… I have a match to go and win… Don’t you be trying to interfere Dinucci… Or I’ll have to go special enforcer on your ass… Be good!
The crowd go wild as the special enforcer leaves the office.
JG: Is the nut hole coming out here soon?
DM: Yeah… I mean no! Kris is coming out… Our illustrious Special Enforcer is coming out here!
JG: That’s who I meant… Uch… I’m going for a beer… Back after this match…
DM: Jim… BOMB… GRANDE!!! YOU… You… you can’t do that…
Taste of Blood by Dark Lotus hits and Lotus walks into the arena with all the lights turned off. The only light is that from the stairway, the sky boxes and the dim spotlight on Lotus. Lotus walks to the ring and steps over the top rope, as he does this the ring fills with smoke.
DM: Bomb? Well folks… he’s gone… And Lotus is in the ring!
The lights go out throughout the arena as Ozzy Osbourne screams out "ALL ABOARD!" Spotlights flicker on and play across the crowd, this time however, Kris surprises the fans by coming out on the ramp looking sweaty and worn from his earlier match!
DM: I guess this is what Dinucci had in mind… Kris looks like hell…
Kris makes his way down the ramp, head still covered in plasters from last week! He rolls into the ring and jumps to his feet raising his arms to the crowd!
DM: Injured man plays fool by saluting crowd while large opponent looks on…
The lights flicker. Suddenly, the whole arena turns black. An eerie white fog mist begins to fill the entranceway. A dim spotlight is cast on the entrance ramp. The mist begins to move throughout the arena, clouding everyone's vision. A few more lights shine softly on the center of the ring. Krazy Kris and The Dark Lotus stare at the entrance, waiting for interference to disrupt the match. Instead, the dark ritual continues. The sounds of female screams echo in the abyss of the arena. A hollow male scream follows the female screeches of terror. Blue lights flicker as random images fly across the big screen, almost subliminally. The mist begins to die down, as do the screams of pain and punishment. A voice, grim and regretful, echoes softly throughout the PA System.
"The locusts looked like horses prepared for battle. On their heads they wore something like crowns of gold, and their faces resembled human faces. Their hair was like women's hair, and their teeth were like lions' teeth. They had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle. They had tails and stings like scorpions, and in their tails they had power to torment people for five months. They had as king over them the angel of the Abyss, whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek, Apollyon."
A brief stillness of uncomfortable truth guides silence across the whole arena. Krazy Kris seems to hold some sort of interest in the speech itself, but otherwise, confusion is the dominating feeling that everyone shares.
"The first woe is past; two other woes are yet to come . . ."
The voice now falls to a desolate whisper.
"Revelation 9: 7-12."
The lights flicker rapidly now, and a dark figure stands behind the two figures of Krazy Kris and The Dark Lotus. The lights flicker even faster now. Krazy Kris and The Dark Lotus turn around at the exact same time. The lights flash on . . . no one is there. The mist has disappeared completely. The lights have gone completely back to normal. Kris and Lotus both turn to make sure there is no interference coming from the entranceway. When they turn, a message burned in stone appears on the big screen:
The Angel of the Abyss . . . He's Coming . . .
The message fades slowly. A look of confusion comes across the faces of both main eventing superstars as the fans murmur in confusion at the second consecutive interruption in two weeks. The camera fades back to the ring as the action continues.
Lotus takes advantage with 3 large forearms to the back of Kris who drapes over the top rope. Kris is turned around and pushed into the corner as TDL starts to dominate the match…
DM: Wow… a flury of furious punches from Lotus here…
TDL backs up and runs, clotheslining Kris in the corner! Dominating with his power… Kris staggers out and is picked up into the air, onto Lotus’ shoulders and slammed to the mat with a Death Valley Driver…
1… 2… NO! Kris gets his shoulder up!
Lotus drags Kris up and nails a quick DDT, knocking Kris back down!
1… 2… NO! Kris gets up again!
Lotus gets to his feet and climbs up to the top rope and perched up on the top waiting for Kris to get to his feet…
DM: This could be a huge mistake for Lotus here… Keep with the power moves!
Kris staggers to his feet slowly… And turns in the same manor as Lotus leaps high into the air for a huge Top Rope Clothesline!
DM: NO! LOTUS MISSED!
Lotus hits the mat on his feet and rolls… he stands back up as Kris turns, and Lotus runs towards him. Kris looks to go for a back body drop. As Lotus goes over Kris’ back, Kris keeps hold and hangs Lotus over his shoulders before dropping to his knees!
DM: REVERSE PILEDRIVER!
1… 2… NO! Kris didn’t have the strength to keep TDL’s shoulders down!
Kris gets to his feets and screams into the air! Taking control in the match! TDL turns and is locked around his waist… Kris falls back flipping TDL over with an Overhead Belly-To-Belly!
DM: Kris bounces from the far side and drops the leg!
1… 2… NO! TDL kicks out!
Lotus climbs to his feet and is knocked quickly down with a big boot… this doesn’t keep the big man down as TDL jumps up again… Kris nails a powerslam!
1… 2… NO AGAIN! TDL IS HARD TO KEEP DOWN!
Kris pulls Lotus up and steps back… And nails a superkick!
DM: TDL hits the turnbuckle and staggers out!
With a kick to the stomach and an Evenflow DDT, Kris completes the Krazy Train!
1… 2… NO! THE REFEREE IS PULLED OUT OF THE RING BY JD!
Kris looks up as the referee argues with JD! He goes to leave the ring as he’s nailed in the spine by TDL. Kris drops to his knees as TDL walks around to the other side of Kris and continually nails him in the face with right hands! As the referee turns around, TDL throws something to the outside…
DM: WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?
We see a replay that shows JD slide a pair of Brass knucks to the fallen TDL as the referee rolls out of the ring!
DM: SON OF A BITCH! TDL is back in control!
He lifts Kris up… And into a Gorilla Press position before slamming down to the mat! JD jumps up in glee as TDL pulls Kris up and wraps his hand around his opponents throat!
DM: PITS OF HELL BY TDL!
1… 2… NO! KRIS GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Lotus looks pissed and picks Kris up again… He lifts him up into a slam position, but continues to turn him in mid air placing his head between his knees.
DM: HE’S GOING FOR THE DARKNESS!
Lotus nails the tombstone and JD jumps up and down again…
1… 2… NO! KRIS GETS A SHOULDER UP AGAIN!
Lotus looks truly angry as JD starts to shout for TDL to hit the move again… He sets up… But Kris starts to Kick his legs… The bloody and busted open Kris reverses the Tombstone and hits one of his own… He looks at JD who starts to back up the ramp.
DM: Kris chooses the match! He’s climbing to the top rope!
He jumps off with a Shooting Star Press into an Elbow Drop… Also called The Insane Pain!
1… 2… 3! KRIS WINS!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - KRAZY KRIS
JD has disappeared backstage… So Kris looks to the outside for the knucks… Rolling out he picks them up and gets back into the ring… TDL… Slowly begins to move, he gets to his knees as Kris sprints and nails TDL between the eyes… Blood flows quickly as Lotus is busted open like Kris…
DM: Kris has to be running on pure adrenaline!
Kris dives on top of TDL and starts to nail the right hands making the cut worse and worse! From backstage flood EMT’s and referees to get Kris out of the ring. He finally stops nailing TDL who could be majorly hurt. Kris looks up the ramp and quickly heads upstage as we fade to a commercial for dog food… Food for dogs… Not Japanese cooking…
We head backstage where Johnny Dinucci is trying to escape. Looking pissed off but scared... He stops for a moment as if to get his barings...
WS: Hey Boss...
JD: HOLY SHIT! DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!
WS: Sorry man... What you running from!?
JD looks around and his eyes widen...
JD: HIM!
Krazy Kris runs around the corner only to be headed off by Stone... Kris, bloody and beaten stops in his tracks...
KK: Get out of my way... I have no problem with you...
WS: Not till next week... I suggest you leave Johnny alone...
JD moves backwards and jumps in a limo... Speeding off from the arena...
WS: Or maybe I should kick your ass right now... Give myself more chance for next week...
Voice: Or maybe you should back up before I go Stoner on your ass...
Stone's gaze moves from Kris to the man voicing his concerns... Jesy Blue...
JB: I have no problem with getting into a fight tonight... I'm on a roll...
Stone slowly starts to back up... Eye's fixed on his opponents, he keeps moving backwards...
WS: Next weeks soon enough... Next week...
DM: What a match we have for you now, folks…our MAIN EVENT…Liana and Tre Crawford. Both extremely talented athletes, both main-eventers…both hungry for the PPW title!
JG: Hungry? Did someone mention hungry? I’m starving! Where’s the food…?
DM: Why didn't you get yourself something from the bar!? Welcome back by the way!
JG: Dammit... And thanks!
DM: Earlier tonight Krazy Kris had security officers checking Tre Crawford for inanimate objects, which he may try to use in the match. Therefore the tension and hype of the match increased, and so has now been billed as tonight’s closing match.
JG: So this is the Main Event?
DM: Sure is Bomb…
MAIN EVENT
PPW WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT
QUARTER FINAL 3
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Liana vs. Tre Crawford
DM: I’m DYING to see this match, Bomb…at certain times on this road to Battle for Supremacy, I’ve thought that either one of these 2 could win the gold, but now one of them must fall, and the trouble is…I really don’t know which one!!!
JG: Relax Donovan…it’ll be Liana…all in good time, you’ll see…
DM: I wouldn’t be so sure Bomb, Lia’s no pushover, she’s as strong and determined as the next superstar…
JG: I know, but…well Tre’s the fuckin’ MAN, man!
DM: Oh yeah I forgot you 2 were a couple…
JG: WHAT?! No I just think he’s the rightful PPW World champion, that’s all! Jeez Michaels…! And plus, Draven can’t be too happy either…
DM: Well unfortunately James, Draven isn’t here anymore; he got escorted away by Krazy Kris’ security officers right after the match. He was apparently skulking round the backstage area looking for Liana. So sorry, Grande, but Draven’s a no-show for this match…!
JG: DAMN IT!!!
“Made You Look” by Nas blares over the PA as the lights dim to nothing but a very pale shade of silver. The crowd reaction is not pleasant because they know who is on his way to the ring. As he steps out onto the entrance ramp with a look of determination on his face, he puts his head down seemingly ignoring the crowd reaction. While his head is down the camera focuses over the Pure Paintron and it reads Perfect Weapon in glittery silver lettering, then goes into one shot of a Silencer being delivered. As the song reaches the; “They Shooting, but before Made you Look,” Tre then takes his arm and raises it in the air flashing the Westside symbol as a large storm of pyro surrounds him. Once the smoke clears he makes his way to the ring mouthing off to the fans in attendance and flipping them the bird.
DM: No love lost for Tre Crawford from these PPW fans, Bomb.
JG: No, no, but Tre doesn’t concern himself with that, he’s above these fans and their petty hate…
DM: You mean he’s arrogant and self-righteous?
JG: Yeah! He’s a living legend, Michaels! Stand up and show your respect!
DM: No thanks, I’m set.
The mood changes from bad to amazing as “Celebrity Skin” by Hole hits the PPW sound system. Lia's figure appears behind a smoke screen and the lights go out... 2 or 3 seconds later strobe lights flash around the arena before the lights eventually come back on to see Lia part way down the ramp... She gets to the end of the ramp, slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, before waving to the fans.
DM: They love Liana Bomb!
JG: So do I…she’s damn fine!
DM: I’m sure Krazy Kris won’t take too nicely to you sayin’ that…
JG: I mean, err…she’s ok, a bit rough around the edges…
DM: That’s right, Bomb…insult her, he’ll like that!
JG: You’re putting words into my mouth, Michaels…asshole
Both athletes stare each other down, Tre Crawford looking very pleased with himself. Liana has a look of pure concentration in her eyes - there’s a lot at stake in this match.
DM: Well arguably Bomb, the winner of this match is the favourite to win the belt…
JG: Well yeah, sure, but there is always Jesy Blue vs. Draven - those guys are favourites too…and that ass-munch Kris…but I think Tre will win the match…and the belt…I think…yeah.
The match gets underway as the timekeeper rings the bell. Tre, looking very sure of himself, approaches Lia to initiate a tie-up, but Lia drops to her knees and Low Blows Crawford right between the legs!
DM: Woah! Tre’s gonna have his work cut out for him here, Jim! Lia’s gonna go for it!
JG: It certainly looks that way, Don…
Tre is dumbfounded by this, and holds his genitalia in pain, whilst Lia readies herself for the oncoming retaliation. Crawford eventually composes himself, and snarls at Liana. She exhales the excess air from her cheeks, and prepares herself for another tie-up. Tre goes in to this one more aggressively than the former, and snaps Lia in to a Headlock. Crawford applies more and more pressure to Liana’s head by tightening his grip around her skull. Lia begins to shout out in pain, before launching an elbow into Tre’s midriff. He slackens his grip slightly, and Lia hits another elbow in to the stomach of Tre Crawford. His clutch is loosened further, enough so that Lia’s head is freed, and she bounces of the ropes to instigate an offence. As she runs toward Tre, he ends her attack by means of a Clothesline, almost knocking Lia’s jaw through the back of her head. Liana hits the canvas with a thud, and Tre resumes his smug appearance.
JG: Yeah!!! That’s how it’s done, Michaels. Tre Crawford for champ!
DM: It’s early yet, Bomb. Lia started the match very brightly, and I’m sure she’ll have more to say than this!
Liana leans on her left arm for support as she pushes herself back to her feet, holding her jaw with the other hand as she does so. Tre flips the bird to the crowd yet again, showing his discontent for their enmity. CROW
D: ASS-HOLE!!! ASS-HOLE!!! ASS-HOLE!!!
DM: The crowd not too happy with that gesture from Tre
Tre kicks Liana in the stomach, folding her in two, clutching her stomach. Tre then hits a High Impact DDT, forcing Lia to the mat once again.
JG: You can feel the intensity in this match, Don. Both of these superstars are determined to advance in this tournament, and neither are gonna wanna give up hope here tonight.
Crawford, who is starting to build up a bit of tempo in his attacks, quickly knocks Lia, trying to regain her stance, back to the mat. He then picks her up and issues a Backbreaker, followed by a German Suplex. The crowd really start to get on Tre’s back, and the chants of encouragement start to fire up for Liana.
DM: The crowd goin’ wild here for Lia, Jim.
JG: Yeah, they’re hypin’ her up trying to shift the momentum back in her favour
Liana desperately tries to get back to her feet, but is again knocked to the ring ground by the Perfect Weapon, who is looking extremely confident now. Tre again picks Liana up, and executes a Full Nelson Slam, and then goes for the cover.
1…2…kick-out by Liana after 2. Tre shrugs his shoulders, seemingly aware that he wasn’t going to win the match that easily. He resumes his onslaught, and grabs a hold of Lia by the hair, forcing her to return to her feet. Crawford then picks Liana up and runs across the ring, before dropping her with a Powerslam.
DM: Wow! What impact from the Powerslam from Tre! He almost broke Lia’s back in two!
JG: Yeah and he seems to be workin’ on the back now, Michaels. First he hit the DDT, then the Backbreaker, then the Full Nelson Slam, now a Powerslam. If he can capitalise on the back, then he should have the match!
Tre Crawford picks Liana up, but only as far as her knees. At this point she becomes stubborn, and refuses to rise any further. Tre simply laughs and begins to pummel Liana with Hard Closed Fist Punches. Liana keeps slumping to a kneel-down position, before rising again to kneel-up position, before being knocked down again by Crawford’s aggressive punches. Liana makes one last attempt to get up, but Crawford’s punch lands perfectly, and busts Liana open.
DM: Oh no! Liana is bleeding. That bastard Tre Crawford cut Lia’s face wide open!
JG: Well, if I remember rightly, Tre DID say that Liana would be lying in a pool of her own blood.
DM: You’re sick, Grande!
At that moment, the PPW Special Enforcer, Krazy Kristopher, walks purposefully to the ring with a steel chair, seemingly having had enough with Tre Crawford’s bullying. But before Kris reaches the ring, C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci emerges from behind the curtain.
DM: WHAT THE HELL!? HE LEFT!
JG: Obviously not...
JD: Kris, don’t take another step! You enter that ring, or attack Tre Crawford in any way, and so help me God I’ll fire your ass!
Krazy Kris stops in his tracks, and turns to face Dinucci with a hate-filled expression on his face.
JD: Now Barnes may have put you “in charge” while he’s crocked up at home, but I am still a co-owner in this company, and I’m YOUR BOSS nonetheless. Therefore I have the power to fire your ass if you disobey my order! Touch Tre, and you’re outta here! Oh, and Lia is disqualified also!
Kris looks up at Dinucci and mouths “I hate you, you son-of-a-bitch!”. Johnny Dinucci laughs in triumph, then turns to leave the ring area.
Tre Crawford looks over at Kris and laughs at him. The referee makes his way over to where Kris is standing and orders him to stay out of the ring. Tre then joins the referee, but instead of talking to Kris, he mocks him instead. Kris glances over at Liana, who is amazingly back on her feet, outside the ring on the other side, clutching a steel chair of her own! Kris starts to try and enter the ring, knowing that the ref’s attention would be distracted from Liana. Kris’ girlfriend re-enters the ring, holding the chair above her head. Tre Crawford turns to face Liana, and is struck right between the eyes with the metal object, knocking him to the canvas, and also cutting him open above his right eye.
DM: Liana busted Tre open! How the hell did she find the energy to get that chair! Oh my God this is amazing!
JG: Wha…wha…what happened here?!?!
Liana growls with determination and lets out a scream of anger, pain and fortitude, all rolled into one. She throws the chair out of the ring, at which point Kris backs off, allowing the referee to resume his watch over the match. The referee also looks astonished at the fact that Tre Crawford is in a heap on the floor, and more so that he’s bleeding profusely from the head.
DM: C’mon Lia, cover him! Bomb if she covers Crawford it’s all over!
JG: I know, I know!
Liana crawls very slowly over towards Tre, who is motionless in the corner of the ring. Lia desperately grabs at the mat to try and help herself along to Tre. She eventually arrives at Crawford, and throws an arm over him in her last breath of energy.
1…2…2-COUNT ONLY!
DM: Oh my God!!! Tre Crawford somehow got his shoulder up! How is that possible! Lia should’ve won!
JG: I can’t take this anymore…
Liana looks up with a face of absolute horror. She cannot believe that the Perfect Weapon managed to kick out of that chair shot. Tre Crawford is now motionless again. Liana desperately tries to get back to her feet, but she has lost a lot of blood. Tre Crawford begins to move his arms, and his eyes open groggily. Liana, still trying to regain her vertical base, looks over at Kris, who is cheering his ass off for his woman.
DM: Lia’s almost to her feet now, Tre’s startin’ to move though. If Lia can…
JG: Will you shut the hell up with this entire “if Lia can…” crap! Just watch the damn match! Jeez!
Liana grabs the ropes for support as she finally regains her footing. Tre is still not fully recovered, so Liana climbs the ropes and waits for the opportune time to strike.
DM: Oh this could be a mistake, Bomb! If Lia misses this it’s over!
JG: Yeah but if she hits it it’s over for Tre!
Liana waits, poised on the top turnbuckle. Tre Crawford blearily gets to his feet, and turns to face the turnbuckle where Liana waits to strike. Liana takes flight.
DM: This could be it, Tre could be “WASTED”…
As Liana attempts “Wasted”, Tre’s lack of energy causes him to stumble, and he ends up stumbling out of the way of Liana’s attack! Lia thumps the floor hard, and doesn’t move for several moments. Tre regains his composure as Liana rises to her feet one last time.
DM: She’s up, Lia’s on her feet! Good God it’s a miracle!
Liana stands upright and advances towards Tre. But Tre, from nowhere, hits the Silencer, sending Liana crashing to the canvas!
JG: Silencer! From outta nowhere! It’s over! It’s over!
Tre falls to the ground in a pile, and slowly pulls himself over to Liana’s crumpled body. He flops his right arm over her chest, and slowly slips out of consciousness.
Krazy Kris is going crazy on the outside, willing Liana top get up, dying to get in on the action, and destroy T re Crawford.
The referee gives the count…1…2…3! Tre Crawford defeats Liana in an absolute epic battle!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - TRE CRAWFORD
DM: What a great match-up! Tre Crawford amazingly picks up the win, in what is possibly the toughest match of his illustrious career!
JG: Yeah I’d definitely say so, Michaels! This match could’ve gone either way! Luckily for me, it went in Tre’s favour! He advances even further in this tournament!
DM: You gotta feel for Lia though, Bomb. She put everything she had in to this match! Tre got lucky really, and I’m not trying to take anything away from him at all. He worked his ass off too, and reaped the awards. Poor Liana. When she regains consciousness she’s gonna wonder how she didn’t win!
JG: Well, there can only be one winner Michaels. And unfortunately for her, it wasn’t Liana Blaze…
Krazy Kris rushes in to the ring and throws Tre Crawford’s body off of Liana’s and quickly goes to her aid. The EMTs rush in with 2 stretchers, and Tre Crawford is loaded up first. Then Liana, who is escorted out of the arena with Kris holding her hand, a huge look of concern on his face.
The PPW copyright notice appears across the bottom of the screen, as the backstage camera focuses in on Johnny Dinucci, who has a puzzled look on his face. It’s been a mixed night for him: Ok Liana lost and was carted out on a stretcher; but she also cost Draven his place in the semi finals. The PPW co-owner is left with some thinking to do.
JD: * talking to himself * Next time Liana, you won’t be so lucky…you’ll get yours…
FADE OUT