WEDNESDAY,
AUGUST 4, 2004 "Superstar" by Saliva rings out throughout the SkyDome in Toronto as PPW Aftermath gets underway. DM: Welcome to everybody to what could be PPW's greatest night! Hi I'm Donovan Michaels at ringside tonight with a very special guest commentator, Mr. Jesy Blue!!! JB: Yo what's up PPW fans around the world!!! DM: We have a great show for you tonight, but let's not delay it, let's go straight in and show you what Muerte had to say earlier tonight! The scene opens up in the back locker room fixed on an empty steel chair. The camera spans around the locker room, passing by gym bags and strung out clothes until it enters upon the bathroom area. As the camera turns from behind the wall it sees a figure standing with his hands resting on a white porcelain sink. The fans let out a roar knowing that the silver hair only belongs to one PPW superstar. The camera moves around slowly trying not to disturb Muerte from his concentrated look into the mirror. Muerte's ring attire is different from his normal one. Instead of wearing black jeans he has black tights on with his named etched in silver and outlined with purple down both sides. He's wearing one of his own marketed shirts. The sleeves are cut off of it and it just rests upon his shoulders. Muerte sees the camera from the corner of his eye and turns around. His face is painted in a design with purple face paint. Around his eyes is a black paint color. His eyes are fierce and the fans can feel his intensity. Muerte: Tonight's match will not be for the weak at heart. Tonight’s match will, be, HELL! The fans let out a chorus of cheers. Muerte continues. Muerte: I have my war paint on. I've got my boots laced up and I am ready to deliver you your just punishment. Myth it's one on one tonight, the better man will walk out of the ring with that belt. The better men will gain the notoriety of the fans, because I guarantee will hold the winner of this match in a much higher status then before. When I came into this promotion I came here to prove to myself that I could provide the fans with the most exciting matches they have ever seen in their life. I grew tired of watching wrestlers go into the ring and sloppily wrestle each other, as I am sure the fans did. I grew jealous of watching men hold the belts high into the air and having the fans adulation and love. Now it's my turn and tonight, is my time! The fans let out a loud cheer once again. Muerte: It's my time to hold the gold in front of the hundreds of thousands in the arena, HERE IN TORONTO! Fans grow louder once again with another cheer. (cheap pop) Muerte: It's my time for the millions watching around the world, many of them having seen me in action, to see me the survivor of yet another brutal, mayhem filled, match. ITS TIME FOR......... Muerte's breaths grow deeper. His hands clasp onto his head and then his fingers slide down his head. His intensity is growing inside of him and is apparent to everyone. Muerte's hands drop to his side. He brings his right arm up and makes a fist. His forearms and knuckles are wrapped in athletic tape. On the side of the tape written in a marker are the initials DC. Which the both the fans and the roster of PPW know the meaning of. Muerte's other hand points at his fist. Muerte: IT'S TIME FOR THE EXTRAORDINARY TO HAPPEN!!!!!! The camera focuses in on Muerte's reddened face. The arena's excitement escalates as Muerte's face hardens and becomes more serious. The camera cuts from the locker room back to the arena and on the commentators. OPENING
MATCH DM: Well Jesy, this is the opening match of Aftermath, and… What, a… umm… JB: Are you OK, Don? DM: You know what Jesy? I’m sick of having to call matches like this; it down right pisses me off. Why should I waste MY voice and MY talent for Killer connection, who couldn’t be bothered to show up this past week… And the Hot Boyz, who, quite frankly, are the worst Tag Team I’ve seen since The Godwins. JB: Uhh, Don, we’re on air… DM: I don’t care, Jesy! At least you should have extra fire for your match tonight watching this tripe… Why couldn’t this be busted down to our free show? Honestly… Who’d PAY to see THIS?! The bell sounds as all four ‘men’ are in the ring. JT Money goes for Jack Denton and the two sail over the top rope and hit the canvas moderately hard. They hit the SAFETY matting with a slap and lay there, hurt. DM:
… DM: …. This leaves Matt Denton and T Money in the ring. Denton whips T Money into the ropes and lowers his head, but T Money was either expecting Denton to leap frog him… Or decided to go with a running headbutt to the top of Denton’s head. Either way, both men collapse after a sickening thud. After a while they groggily get to their feet as T Money runs at Denton. Denton goes to leapfrog T Money by jumping in the air, but T Money had the same idea as the two clash in mid air, skulls colliding. As they fall to the ground, it just so happens T Money is on top of Denton 1… …2…*Denton gets his shoulder up* …3!!! JB: WE HAVE A WINNER!! DM: Jesy… Did Denton get his shoulder up at 2? JB:
It certainly looked like it; I guess the referee wanted out of
that match, too… WINNERS OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - THE HOT BOYZ The
lights in the arena dim to a shade of blue and two spotlights shine
on the entranceway as the clouds of smoke form around a shadow of
a figure. As "Decency Defied" by Cannibal Corpse blares
through the arena PA system. A flash of lightning hits the Purepaintron
and the words "He's Back." appear on the screen.. All of
a sudden a championship title belt comes flying out of the entranceway
and it lays there at the top of the rampway. A familar face is seen
as SATANIC HONMA steps out from the smoke, with his sickle in hand
and wearing a long leather trenchcoat , with white slits of corpsepaint
underneath each eye. He crouches down and slides his thumb across
his throat as he picks up this championship belt and walks slowly
to the ring. He slides inside the ring and pulls a microphone out
of the pocket of his baggy black bondage pants and stands in the center
of the ring. DM: What the hell was THAT all about?! JB: Honma is here, Michaels...PPW beware... Johnny
Pyro is walking around backstage, seemingly confident when he's stopped
by Asian Reporter Trisha Takanawa. MATCH
2 DM: Well Jim, we've now got a Fatal Four Way HARDCORE Match on our hands, Jim JB: HELL YEAH! That's the shit I'm talking about! DM: Is there any need for that vulgar language, Jim? JB: None, BUT WE'RE ON PAY PER VIEW BABY!!! WOO!!! Blue slaps Don's chest JB: Uhh, Sorry… Call the match and I'lla quita the Slappinga DM: And while you're at it, cana youa stopa the accent froma Italiano? JB: …you ruin all my fun The bell sounds as the four stare at one another. Onlooker nods at Demonio who goes for GEAR. While Byrd is looking at Demonio send GEAR to the outside, he's blindsided by being hit in the side of the head with a large pebble thrown by Onlooker. Byrd goes down to the ground bleeding slightly as Onlooker tosses him to the outside. Demonio grabs GEAR and whips him into the steel steps, sending the top half crashing. Demonio goes under the ring and grabs a table out, which he slides into the ring. He goes back under the ring and pulls out a ladder which he nails GEAR with in the head, busting him open. Demonio then slides the ladder into the ring DM: Seems like Slayne is thinking ahead in this match… JB: Clever, you need to be 18 steps ahead of your opponents in this sort of match DM: 18? JB: Hey, if it's Legal in England, I'm happy DM: What the f… Johnny Pyro comes down the ramp to a huge response, not just because of who it is, but because he has a trolley filled with weapons. He smiles before rushing off through the crowd as Onlooker reaches into the trolley and pulls the first thing out before he bashes Byrd over the head with it. Byrd rocks back and then looks at Onlooker enquisitvely DM: What did he just hit him with? JB: It looks like a blow up sheep! Onlooker passes the sheep to Byrd before yelling something we catch on camera, which pisses Byrd off Onlooker: Hey, Byrd, I found your girlfriend!! Byrd rushes at Onlooker who throws the inflatable sheep at Byrd, and Byrd goes down! Not because of the sheep though, but because of The Onlooker's Surprise! DM: That's Onlooker's Trademark! A midget just came from underneath the ring and headbutted Byrd in the groin!! JB: Who thinks of these damn moves?! Byrd is on the ground holding his groin and he doesn't look like getting back up as the midget does some thumb pointy things before rushing up the ramp JB: It was Rob Van Midget!! Onlooker takes some contents out of the trolley while Demonio hits GEAR with a Devour Driver, before punching him relentlessly, opening the wound further. Onlooker slides a stop sign in, a trash can complete with lid, a big lump of wood, a home telephone and something in a big blue bag which he carefully places underneath the turnbuckles. Onlooker waits for Slayne to finish with GEAR and rolls into the ring with a roll of bubble wrap as Byrd is helped to the back. Onlooker begins to wrap his mid-section in bubble wrap before tearing it and tossing the rest of the roll at Slayne. JB: Why is he wrapping himself in bubble wrap?! DM: Maybe he really likes the sound of it popping? It's pretty addictive stuff… Onlooker props the Stop sign up in the bottom turnbuckle as Slayne slides into the ring and looks confused at Onlooker's midsection. Onlooker tells him to punch it, so he does. *POP* Slayne looks at Onlooker who is laughing and punches him again *POP* Slayne looks to get pissed off and as he leans back for a big right hand, he gets caught with a yellow mist from Onlooker JB: Ewwww, I bet that was his normal spit… Slayne stumbles around, blinded somewhat as Onlooker goes to whip him into the turnbuckle. Slayne reverses, and instead of Irish whipping Onlooker, drop toe holds him onto the stop sign! The sign bends in half from the sheer velocity as Onlooker holds his nose region. DM: What a move from Slayne! But he must be blinded from that mist! JB: Mist my ass, more like halitosis… DM: Slayne's managed to pick up that big chunk of wood and is starting to swing wildly… JB: Only in PPW… We couldn't afford a Singapore can, so we have a "chunk of wood"… Onlooker gets up and turns around into a home run hit from Slayne. The crack is enough to break the wood as Onlooker slumps almost lifeless. Instead of going for the pin, Slayne heads outside and takes Donovan's water bottle and pours it into his eyes, getting rid of the burning and blinding mist. He sees Onlooker down and gets a sick smile as he slides into the ring and props the ladder up into a corner. Slayne then grabs the table and props that up against the ladder in the corner. He smiles as he picks Onlooker up and whips him at the table/ladder combination. Onlooker stops himself short of the table and turns around, only for Slayne to rush at him and pick him up before spearing him down ONTO the table! A loud crack is heard as Slayne moves back, watching Onlooker slump down and the table have a big crack down the middle! The table is essentially broken as Slayne looks to the crowd for a reaction; which he gets! DM: GOOD GOD!! HE KILLED ONLOOKER!! JB: Heh… he didn't see that one coming… DM: DAMMIT JIM! LOOK AT ONLOOKER! HE'S COUGHING BLOOD AFTER THAT MODIFIED HELLSEEKER!! JB: Even the bubble wrap couldn't help him! Slayne covers Onlooker and hooks the leg for the first pinfall of the match 1…2…3!! NO!! Onlooker kicked out! Slayne looks devastated as the crowd cheer in unison. Slayne picks Onlooker up and sets him up for a powerbomb onto the trash can and lifts Onlooker up onto his shoulders, but Onlooker reacts by grabbing Slayne's head and hitting a modified DDT onto the trash can!! DM: HE TRASHED THE CAN! JB: Jesus Don, put down the book of clichés… DM: *thump* sorry… Onlooker drapes an arm over Slayne 1…2…3!! NO!! Slayne kicked out and the crowd go into yet another frenzy! Pissed off, Onlooker gets up and starts yelling at the ref while Slayne stumbles to his feet behind Onlooker. Onlooker goes to mist the ref, who flinches, as he does so, Onlooker hits a snap superkick behind him, right into the throat of Slayne! Slayne slumps as Onlooker covers DM: THE NO LOOK ONLOOK!! 1… JB: I WANT MORE BLOOD!! DM: …2… And THRE~! NO!! He kicked out!! HOW?! He kicked out of Onlooker's finisher!! Slayne is pretty much out of it on the floor as Onlooker looks to the heavens, before laughing. He goes over to the bag under the turnbuckles and pulls a weapon out and holds it aloft to the crowd who were hushed for a moment before going ABSOLUTLEY BANANA! JB: Oh my… I'm going to get my blood fix… DM: I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, Jim… What sick individual uses a glass baseball bat…? FILLED with THUMBTACKS?! JB: We're about to find out… Onlooker takes some practice swings as the referee pleads with him. Onlooker asks the ref if he'd want it, and the ref shuts up. Slayne gets to his feet and stumbles around, as he faces Onlooker; he gets smashed directly in the face with the glass baseball bat, sending pieces of glass shattering, and thumbtacks everywhere!! DM: … JB: …cool… Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! DM: We need help out here now… Onlooker drops the broken handle, which resembles a broken beer bottle, as he covers Slayne 1… 2… Onlooker lifts Slayne up! DM: For the love of Good Ontwizzy… cover him… JB: He's bleeding profusely, a little too much even for me! Onlooker yells something at Slayne before picking him up and hitting a snap powerbomb onto the tacks. Slayne doesn't even yell in pain, he just lays there motionless, yet with a sick smile on his face. The smile seems to piss Onlooker off as he grabs Slayne's hair so he's sitting up and grabs the broken handle of the bat and begins STABBING Slayne in the forehead!! DM: WHAT THE HELL? SOMEBODY FUCKING STOP HIM!! THIS IS SICK!! After a few attacks of the broken bottle, the referee calls for the bell and manages to pull Onlooker off, who skulks to the back, his arms raisd to a moderate cheer, but everyone is somewhat hushed; in shock; in awe... The referee awards to the match to Onlooker via the match being stopped. WINNER OF THE MATCH BY MATCH BEING STOPPED - THE ONLOOKER A
man dressed in a FedEx uniform knocks on the locker room of The Vagina
Boys. Onlooker opens the door as loud music is being played inside,
probably from a Vagina Boy victory early tonight MATCH
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DM: Great, just great, Logan is wheeling Verafai down to the ring. This can’t be good for Dylan. JB: I never really got why Liana’s sis went for a dude wearing… gay colors. DM: FLAMBOYANT, you mean FLAMBOYANT! JB: Uh… sure? DM: God, I almost actually hope Grande wins tonight. JB: …Why? DM: Because then, I DEFINITELY don’t have to deal with you. The Omegas reach the ring, and Logan slides into the ring. He stalks after Dylan, looking totally insane, with a sadistic smile on his face. Dylan cowers away, not knowing what to expect from the man. She doesn’t have to wait long, as he lets out a long primal scream, and runs into the corner Dylan is in. Literally, because Dylan dives out of the way and Logan runs straight into the turnbuckles. Gasping for breath, he turns around to see Dylan running at him, and takes her head off with a vicious punch to the chin! DM: AH! AAAAH! JB: …Ow… pain… ouch. Logan laughs like Dr. Jekyll / Mr. Hyde as Dylan is almost paralyzed in pain, holding her jaw. Logan gets her up to her feet, and winds up for another powerful punch, but as he swings, Dylan ducks, and Logan sends the referee into the next millennium. DM: GAH! Oh… my… god… the referee is bleeding from the mouth and cheek… JB: Is that his teeth in his cheek? The camera shows Verafai looking on with a strange stance, as if he was worried… but with a mask. Dylan looks on with shock, as Logan comes up from behind with a big boot to the back of the head. The crowd gasps as she drops like a sack of bricks. Donovan and Jesy are just stunned beyond words at the velocity of the kick, as Verafai is freaking out on the side… but in a wheelchair. Logan mounts Dylan and just starts wailing away at her face, punch after punch, as if he’s looking for blood. He stands up to survey his work, and seems proud. Meanwhile, Verafai has rolled over towards the edge of the ring Logan is close to, and starts to pull something from the back of his wheelchair… DM: THE STEEL CRUTCH! You sick fuck, YOU SICK FUCK! JB: If Logan’s swing could take out Spyder… DM: Oh no… But Verafai doesn’t seem to be trying to give Logan the crutch. He seems to be trying to hit Logan’s ankle to get his attention. But when he finally connects, Logan seems to think it’s an offering, smiles, and takes it. Verafai goes nuts, then almost limp, holding his neck. He starts screaming with all his energy, “Get me a microphone! Hurry up!”. Meanwhile, Logan has his sadistic smile turned up to megawatt, raises the crutch high- DM: Someone needs to stop this! NOW! Jesy Blue is standing, with a horrified look on his face, frozen with concern- AS LOGAN SMASHES THE CRUTCH RIGHT INTO DYLAN’S ABDOMINAL! Verafai flips the fuck out as Logan almost keels over with sick laughter. Dylan holds her stomach before fainting out of consciousness, as Logan raises the crutch again. VO: STOP IT LOGAN! LOGAN, LISTEN TO ME DAMMIT! Logan finishes his swing to Logan’s side before dropping the crutch and turning to his brother. VO: You’ve proved the point man. You need to stop! Come on, wheel me up the ramp- Logan is turning around to do more to Dylan, who appears to be bleed from the mouth. VO: NO! LEAVE HER ALONE! Now come on! We need to talk… Logan looks at Verafai with a confused look. VO: With… *gulp* Dinucci. Logan nods and exits the ring, and starts to wheel a dejected Omega up the ramp, as some medical attendants rush the ring. The scene fades to black as they hit the ring, running as fast as they can… MATCH ENDS IN A NO CONTEST "Fix Up, Look Sharp" by Dizzee Rascal blasts out of the speakers as the crowd look towards the entrance, no-one knowing who owns this music. Out from behind the curtains comes former WsW President, Jay V. He is carrying a sports bag and is being accompanied by a man wearing black clothes and a mask. The man looks to be well built, and has long blonde/brown hair which sticks out of the mask at the back. DM: That's Jay V. Jay V from WsW. What's he doing here? JB: It looks as though he's going to drop some sort of bombshell. I wonder if WsW is coming back and Jay V is invading? DM: Jay has made his way to the ring and he has a mic Jesy, let's hear what he has to say. JV: Ladies and gentleman of PPW, stand on your feet and applaud a legend. I am Jay V, former WsW President, the greatest federation going around at that time. The crowd boo at the mention of WsW, PPW's greatest rival at the time both feds were in business together. JV: And I am here tonight to award a former WsW superstar something very special. You see, at the end of WsW's era, we had all our champions still crowned and one of the biggest players in WsW was about to become the GsW Undisputed Champion. As he never became the Undisputed Champ, I can't award him that, but I can award him the WsW Title. So everyone please welcome THE DARK LOTUS! The crowd start booing as they hear the names WsW and The Dark Lotus. Korn is at Aftermath as guests and to sing The Dark Lotus' new theme tonight in the Main Event. What a better way to practice then now, so Jonathan Davis grabs a mic and starts to blare out "Dead Bodies Everywhere". Out comes Dark Lotus through the curtains, PPW Championship wrapped around his waist. He walks down to the ring, lights out, smoke filling the rampway and ring. He walks up the stairs and starts to stare a hole through Jay V and the masked man. He climbs in between the middle and top rope and stands right in front of Jay V, until the masked man steps in between. Even being shorter then The Dark Lotus, he still doesn't back down. The Dark Lotus walks to the side of the ring and receives a mic off the ring announcer. DM: These two men have a very long history. They have both screwed each other out of their fair share of matches. JB: I don't know if Lotus has forgiven Jay for all the troubles. TDL: Well look what the cat dragged in. What are you doing here? And who is this freak behind the mask? JV: I thought you would be glad to see me, after all, I have a suprise for you. Jay V unzips the sports bag and pulls out a championship belt. Jay V puts it over his shoulder and it can clearly be read, WsW Champion. JB: Wow Donovan, this is huge. Do you realise what that is? DM: That's the WsW Title. What's he doing with that here? JB: I think that's quite obvious. JV: Here is your title. You won it, we closed, so therefore it is yours to keep. This is your title to wear. Wear it to your matches every week to show that you are the WsW Champion and forever will be. The crowd boo loudly at the mention of another title being worn in PPW. He takes it off Jay V's shoulder and puts it over his own shoulder. TDL: Now I feel complete. Thank you Jay, I knew there was something I liked about you, now I've found it. You know something Jay, this WsW strap looks a lot better then this piece of shit belt they have given me here in PPW. Winning the WsW strap was a hell of a lot harder to win, having better competition in WsW. But believe me, this strap will not be leaving me, never. Now, who is the guy under the mask. JV: Remember when you said that you needed some guidance in life, that you feel that your life has come to an end? Well I knew the perfect guy to help you. The only guy who has been with you every step of the way, either teaming with you or sticking by you backstage. Dark Lotus, I give to you, HUGHESY! Now take off that stupid mask. DM: Oh my God! Former WsW TV Champ is here in PPW! What else can happen tonight? JB: For the first time in my life I'm speechless. DM: Let's just hope that lasts all night. JB: ... H: The mask was your idea Jay. It stunk like old fish, you sure that wasn't your bondage mask? Anyway, Lotus I'm here in PPW now. I hear you wanted to quit after tonight, well I'm here to tell you something big boy, The Aggressors are back, baby! Now lets celebrate this moment with a few beers. Throw us some cans you... "Slither" by Velvet Revolver hits the PPW speakers and sure enough, out comes Johnny Dinucci, dressed smartly in a suit and tie. The crowd cheer at this timely interuption. JD: Now look at the these 3 clowns in the ring. You have the PPW champion, a man who doesn't know whether he should be here or not. Then you have a man who is past his prime but still has enough skill to get him through. And then we have a washed up president whose federation went bankrupt due to PPW killing its ratings. Security, remove Jay V from the arena. Dark Lotus and Hughesy, after tonight's over, you are both suspended indefinitely! DM: What a bombshell, followed and finished with an even bigger bombshell. JB: But Hughesy is here in PPW. The
ever drunk, but charismatic and skilled Hughesy is here. MID-CARD
MAIN EVENT The lights in the arena begin to flicker on and off. After a couple of seconds the lights dim and darkness fills the arena. Then with an explosion at the top of the ramp, a green mist fog rolls into the arena and as the opening chords of "Bodies" by Drowning Pool ring out, Muerte can be seen stood at the top of the ramp way. He makes his way down to the ring, crowds cheer him as he passes them. He approaches the ring and enters via the steps. He makes his way over to the far side of the ring and awaits the Bloodgames champion, Myth. DM: Muerte looks ready Jesy... JB: Hell yeah he does!!! The
arena falls into darkness, there is a murmur among the crowd, and
the anticipation builds as the evil single guitar riff of Marilyn
Manson’s Sweet Dreams plays over the P.A. A dark red flicker
slowly emanates from the ceiling lights. Myth is nowhere to be found,
nor does it look like he is coming out, then Marilyn Manson’s
unsettling vocals kicks in; DM: IT'S STAIRWAY TO HELL TIME!!! Muerte and Myth circle each other inside the ring, glaring at each other hatefully. The two stand for a second before getting in each others faces to jaw at one another. This goes on for a few minutes until both men simultaneously start throwing punches at each other. The first punches land at the same time and are so hard and so loud that they almost sound like an indoor thunderclap, causing the crowd to gasp loudly. The two men take the respective punches squarely and both go down simultaneously, dropping straight backwards and into the ropes that are behind them. The two men bounce off simultaneously and come flying back at each other. Myth goes for a flying lariat but doesn’t connect as Muerte ducks under it and spears him backwards into the cage, slamming him hard into it back first and shaking it violently. Myth lands and grimaces noticeably but no sound or look of discomfort escapes him as Muerte pulls him back into the ring and slams him back down with a Death Valley Driver, shaking the ring. Myth doesn’t get any time to recover as Muerte pulls him back up and wraps his arms around him, one around his head and the other trapping his arm behind him and hoisting him violently into the air before releasing him at the top of the arc. Myth flies out of his grip and soars head over end, slamming back first with a loud smack into the ladder that’s leaned up against the turnbuckle. Myth falls straight down, slumped onto his shoulders as the ladder tips over and falls on top of him before crashing to the mat loudly. Muerte admires his work with a smile before walking over to his fallen opponent and picking the ladder up. DM: What’s he going to do with that ladder Jesy ? JB: How the hell should I know Michaels, I’m out here with you! Jeez, I think I may have to take your job... DM: Just as long as you’re willing to pay out the huge buy out in my contract Jesy. If not you’re stuck with me. Blue shoots Michaels a look of pure hate before turning back to the ring, inside which Muerte has Myth down and in repeatedly slamming the ladder top off of his back, the sound of plastic on flesh cracking loudly through the air like gunshots. Muerte drops the ladder and picks Myth up, hoisting him over his shoulders and spinning a few times before drilling Myth back first into the side of the cage with a second DVD. This move causes the cage and the ring to shake and gets a loud “ouch !” out of the fans along with some applause as Myth slumps back to the mat again. DM: What a vicious move by Muerte ! He’s certainly letting Myth understand how angry he is over that stab in the back last week ! JB: He’s a punk anyway. That was just business. How’s he going to be Bloodgames Champion if he whines about every time he gets stabbed in the back by someone. He’s got to be tough, not a sissy. DM: You and Grande could be one in the same Jesy, you really could... Muerte walks to center ring and sets one of the ladders up before walking back over to Myth and pulling him to his feet. Myth comes up and lashes out, catching Muerte with an elbow to the solar plexus, winding him. Myth capitalizes by grabbing Muerte and spinning him violently, planting his face into the ring with a spinning neckbreaker that makes the mat jump loudly. Muerte bounces off of it and comes back to his face with an infuriated look on his face and holds his hand out at Myth, promptly giving him the finger. Myth looks at Muerte and smiles, gesturing at the other man to come get him. Muerte advances two steps before stopping dead in his tracks as Myth throws something into his eyes. Muerte stumbles backwards, clawing at his eyes. DM: What the hell was that?! JB: I dunno, I, I didn't see anything... Muerte manages to regain his sight, only to be knocked down on to the canvas by an Evenflow DDT that almost beheads the Mexican star! DM: What an impact! JB: I think Myth's gettin' too protective of that title, Michaels... Myth then hits Muerte with a Bulldog, knocking him down again. Myth then grabs a ladder and positions it firmly in the center of the PPW ring, then begins to ascend. DM: Myth's goin' up Jesy! Myth gets to the top of the ladder, and opts for weaponry rather than the title, he wants to hurt Muerte - make him bleed. Myth's weapon of choice is a baseball bat, which he holds high above his head for all to see. DM: This match is about to get even more twisted and sadistic... JB: I know...great, huh! DM: You truly are a devil child... JB: Thanks, bro... Myth approaches Muerte and swings the baseball bat at him, but Muerte ducks out of the way and hits The Red Masque! DM: RED MASQUE ON MYTH!!! With Myth down, Muerte then signals to the crowd, and hits a Corkscrew Leg Drop! JB: AND SUICIDAL TENDENCIES, HIS FINISHER!!! Muerte then proceeds to climb the ladder as Myth lies motionless in the ring. Muerte slowly but surely reaches the top rung of the steel ladder, and reaches out a hand for the Bloodgames title, but he can't reach it!!! DM: Oh no... JB: How embarassing... But muerte won't be beaten that easily. He reaches in to one of the bags of weapons, and pulls out a brick! He puts the brick onto the rung on which he is standing, then reaches for the title again - this time successfully pulling it down into his grasp! DM: IT'S OVER!!! MUERTE IS THE NEW BLOODGAMES CHAMP!!! WINNER OF THE MATCH BY GRABBING THE BELT - MUERTE!!! The PPW PA system begins to rock to its core as "Slither" by Velvet Revolver booms out, and PPW co-owner Johnny Dinucci enters the arena! The fans go crazy for the C.E.O. - who after tonight coul dbe the only hope PPW has of survival - if Jim Grande gets Barnes' control rights. DM: Business is about to pick up, Jesy...here's the boss... JB: He's done a lot of great stuff for PPW since he rethought his ways, but something still tells me he's a little suspiscious...I still don't fully trust him... The C.E.O. enters the ring and grabs a microphone from ringside. He then awaits the fade out of his music. JD: Good evening ladies and gentlemen!!! Welcome to PPW AFTERMATH!!! The crowd go wild again for Dinucci as he announces the event. JD: Now I hope you're all havin' a goofd time thus far. But believe me, not everybody is...especially David Cullen. You see, after that brutal but fantastic match with James Spyder last week, David was a little bruised and battered. But then when that asshole Sledgehammer decided he'd try and make a name for himself, he ended up severely damaging Cullen's neck and back. DM: That's not a good sign, Jesy... JB: Y'think!?!?! JD: Anyway, I came out here top let all you PPW and David Cullen fans know that David will be out of action for a minimum of 6 months, possibly even a year, with extremely bad neck injuries. DM: MY GOD!!! A YEAR!!! JD: He has an extensively bruised vertebrae, 3 slipped discs and multiple accounts of nerve damage to his neck. So Sledgehammer, you stupid piece of shit, all I can say to you is WATCH YOUR BACK...because if David Cullen so much as hears your name, then you can bet your ass you'll be punished for what you've done...Hell you're lucky I don't fire you right here and now. The only reason I'm not doing that is because for some strange reason, Cullen wants you active. And it's the least I can do for him after you maliciously tried to end his career. JB: Man I feel bad for Cullen, he's a good guy... DM: I feel worse for Sledgehammer! Boy is he gonna get his ass whooped soon enough! JD: Enjoy the rest of your evening anyway...a-thank you... With that, "Slither" re-plays, and JD leaves the ring area. DM: This is a match that I've both been waiting for and dreading tonight Jesy... Either way... Its the end of an era... JS: Pass me my papers... DM: Here... JS: No... I mean my skins... I wanna smoke... Presidential
Role Match DM: Ok folks, Triple Threat time, Byrd vs. Suicide vs. Big T! Killing in the Name Of by Rage Against the Machine hits as Jim "The Bomb" Grande makes his way out from the back... He saunters to the ring in an old fasioned style of robe... He looks at the fans in distain as he slowly reaches the ring... He enters via te steps and removes the robe before giving the finger to every side of the audience... JS: I always knew he was an ass... DM: I still very undecided about this match... Control by Puddle Of Mud hits as Quentin barnes make shis way out... He slowly walks to half way down the ramp before stopping... he tags the hands of every fan who offers before heading back up the ramp... He grabs a Mic and heads back out onto the ramp... QB: Yoiu know Jim, the other night I was at homein my apartment... I was stood in my bathroom... And I'd just had this humongous turd... I looked down the toilet and I thoughtg... "Hey, that reminds me of Jim Grande..." And you know wha telse I realised? Taht you;d do anything to win this match... So I got to thinking, I wanna keep this match 50/50... So I called up the PPW ring crew and told them to unload the steel cage... I told them to bring it to the arena and assemble it... But in a slightly different way than you would usually think of... As Barnes speaks, a steel wall begins to lower behind him... he begins walking to ringside as the large metal structure covers the entrance-way and prevents anyone from coming from backstage... QB: As well as this structure, each and every guard is armed with a baton... And if ANYBODY gets invlved in this match then they will be restrained by force... The Wolf takes off his jacket and drops the mic... he kisses his wife, sat in the first row before rolling into the ring... JS: This should be goood! DM: I don't know... I don't want either man to lose! JB: I don't mean the match... I mean this 12 inch joint dude... Yeeeeeees! The bell sounds as the two men are reluctant to make a move towards each other. After a few moments of standing still Quentin Barnes begins to taunt the crowd to a huge pop. Bomb, hearing the pop for Barnes, attempts to taunt the crowd also but he nearly gets booed out of the arena. Barnes points and laughs at Bomb like he was that kid in elementary school who ate glue, and Grande takes offence to that and swings at Barnes who ducks and nails right hand after right hand knocking Grande down and out of the ring! JB: Well I don't guess Grande found that funny... Nor those 5 right hands to the jaw! Grande looks underneath the ring and pulls out a False Leg, a Steel chair, a singapore Cane and a Trash can lid! He throws them into the ring and rolls in, not realising that Barnes caught the Sigapore Cane and with a shout of "THIS IS FOR YOU COLIN!" he swings the Cane and smashes Grande between the eyes! After 3 or 4 more shots Barnes makes the cover! 1... 2... No! DM: Great Kick out! JB: Saywhat? I aint smoked that much... Grande begins to slowly get back to his feet, His hand is close to his chest as Barnes walks over slowly to his more experianced JB: *Cough* OLD *Cough* More experianced opponent. As he reaches Grande, a right hand takes him down to the mat holding his knee... Grande gets up to his feet and runs off the ropes dropping a fist to the back of Barnes' head! 1... 2... NO! Kick out by Barnes DM: Grande used Brass knucks. JB: All's well in love and No Holds Barred matches! Grande takes control of the match with that false leg... He wraps it around Barnes' neck and begins to choke out the big man... Juts before Barnes loses conciousness, Grande hooks the leg betwen the legs of VBarnes and locks in an inverted Indian Deathlock... He pushes his knee into Barnes' spine and pulls back arching Teh Wolf's back and putting pressure on the knees! JB: Great Move by Grande! Take out teh Big man's legs! DM: Not so fast Jim, Barnes is crawling towards the ropes. Barnes just gets to the ropes before having to tap... Grande releases the hold and gets to his feet... He picks up the steel chair and taunts The Wolf... Barnes pulls himself up on the ropes as Grande looks at the chair and drops it... he shakes his head as he hooks barnes' heand and nails The Diffuser bouncing Barnes half across the ring! 1…2… DM: Barnes somehow managed to get his foot on the rope! JB: He should have left it be, he is not in any condition to put up a fight any longer. Not knowing how Barnes managed to escape defeat Grande sits up with his hands resting on top of his head in utter shock. Grande takes control yet again setting him up by picking up the steel chair... He stalks The Wolf as Barnes gets to his feet... As he does and turns, Grande swings the chair as Barnes ducks... Grande turns again and is nailed with a Spear knocking him to the mat. Barnes reigns right hands into the face of The Bomb who is on his back... DM: Barnes is taking control back again! JB: This match has more turns than Eddie Guerrero's WWE Career! Grande slowly gets back to his feet... Barnes picks up the leg and holds it on the ground... Grande staggers around with his legs open just as The Wolf swings both his right foot and the false leg into his groin... Grande's eyes cross as he doubles over in pain... Barnes wraps his hand around Grande's neck and lifts him up into the air smashing him to the mat with the Highland Entry! JB: Donovan your wife is about to start singing. DM: What the hell are you talking about? JB: You know the fat lady. 1... 2... NO! Barnes looks around at the fans who can't believe that Bomb just kicked out of the goozle... The Wolf continues his assault with a series of right hands on the ground.... He drags Grande up and kicks him in the gut setting him up for the Barnes Storm... He hooks Grande's arms in the double underhook position... The Bomb spins out of the hold and swings aclothesline at the Wolf... Barnes ducks and spins Grande around... The Bomb ducks a Wheel kick attempt by barnes and tries for a clothesline... barnes ducks this and kicks Grande in the gut before nailing the Double Underhook Piledriver he calls the Barnes Storm! 1... 2... 3! DM:NO! Grande got his shoulde rup! That tough old bastard just wont give up. JB: It is impossible; this match should be over! Grande lies motionless on the mat as Barnes looks outside... His wife shrugs at him not knowing what to do... The Wolf rolls to the outside and looks under the ring... and pulls out a bag... The bag is heavy and looks as if it's full of Thumb takcs... DM: My god... Remember Barnes/Omega? That was Thumb-tack hell! JB: Hell... You have no idea what hell is... Try being sat in a toilet cubicle in the middle of alaska with $25 worth of weed and no papers... I tell you man, that is hell... I was so desperate I just ate the stuff... DM: I think I physicallty cannot believe you... Barnes gets back into the ring and opens the bag just as Grande gets to his feet... barnes is about to pour the bag all over the mat as Grande staggers out of the corner and swings his foot northwards... He connects with the bag sending thumb-tacks flying through the air, many smashing Barnes in the face... The shock of this blow gives Grande a moment.... DM: What a brilliant move by Grane, it was cheap but great! JB: You call it brilliant I call it desperation. Grande grabs the steelchair of the ground and as Barnes turns around, the chair meets him right between the eyes... His head shamshes against the mat as Grande fallls into the cover... 1... 2... 3! NO! BARNES GOT HIS SHOULDER UP! DM: What a match here Jesy! JS: I must be honest... Both men are impressing me! Grande gets to his feet... He looks out to the crowd before reaching int ohis shorts and pulling something out... The crowd groan in anticipation as he holds a pair of handcuffs up for the whole world to see... He turns Barnes over and locks him in the cuffs with his hands behind his back... He goes to the outside and grabs a mic... JG: WHOSE IN CONTROL NOW QUENTIN!? HUH!? WHOSE IN CONTROL YOU STUPID SON OF A BICTH! Barnes slowly gets to his knees... Grande grabs him around the cheeks before slapping him... barnes sees red and gets to his feet... Grande swings his foot north catching Barnes between the legs. JG: This is gunna hurt you a lot more than it hurt me Quentin... A lot more... And at the end of the day, you've had it comin for 9 FUCKIN MONTHS! Grande swings the chair... Smashing it against Barnes' skull... The Wof rocks back but doesn't fall... He shakes his head and wills Grande for another shot! DM: What the hell is Barnes' doin!? He's gunna cost himself more brain cells than Jesy... JB: *Exhaling* Duuuuuuuuude... That's harsh... JG: oh you want more? You always did think you were a tough guy. I don't know what would make me feel better... hitting you with this chair or letting this damn crowd wonder whether you could take another shot... Because they all know you're NOTHING... You were nothing when I beat you 10 years ago and you're nothing now! Grande begins to alk full circle around Barnes... He pulls back with the chair... But doesn't swing... JG: I know how much you want me to hit you Quentin... I know how much you want me to show the world how much of a tough guy you are... Ahhh what the hell... What you want, you get... He pulls back with the chair again and swings connecting fully with Barnes' head sending him down to his back... Grande smiles and turns around with his arms outstretched as Barnes slowly begins to move... Grande turns around looking pissed off... Barnes gets up to his knees again... Willing for just 1 more shot... JG: You're one annoying ass hole Quentin... And I mean that... You are one annoying asshole... Grande runs off the ropes and swings a shot that Sammy Sosa whould have been prud off... Barnes' head snaps back and hits the mat. His blood sprays across the ring... Grande smiles down at Kate who is in floods of tears at ringside... She tries to jump the barrier but the guards hold her back. JG: HEY! YOU HEARD WHAT BARNES SAID! NAIL HER! HIT HER! HIT HER OR I'LL HAVE YOU FIRED WHEN I WIN THIS DAMN MATCH! One of the security guards reluctantly nalls Kate in the back off the head... She falls unconcious and flops over the barracde... DM: DAMMIT BOMB! THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR! DAMN YOU YOU SON OF A BITCH! DAMN YOU! Back in the ring, Quentin is again up on his knees... Grande turns looking pissed off... He lifts the chair up above his head and walks towards The Wolf... Barnes suddenly lunges forward smashing his head into Grande's groin! DM: YES! COME ON QUENTIN! A groggy Barnes gets to his feet... He looks around at the crowd and shouts... Before his eyes settle on Kate in the crowd.. . He walks to the ropes looking angry... He begins shouting at the security staff... QB: WHAT HAPPENED!? WHAT DID YOU DO!? Meanwhile back in the ring, The Bomb recovers and makes his way over to the cuffed Barnes and kicks him square in the nuts! DM: MY GOD! A NUT SHOT! Bomb then hooks Barnes' head and nails the Diffuser on the steel chair from earlier... He quickly rols into the cover... 1... DM: No! 2... DM: NOT LIKE THIS! 3! DM: DAMMIT! DAMMIT ALL TO HELL! WINNERS OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - JIM "THE BOMB" GRANDE Jim Grande gets to his feet and raises his arms... Barnes lies motionless for a moment as Grande begins to bask in the glow and the feeling of power begins to set in... Barnes slowly begins to roll out of the ring... A member of the ringcrew unlocks the cuffs as he quickly runs over to his wife... Grande smuggly gets out of the ring and walks backstage looking extremely pleased as we fade to commercial... Johnny
Pyro is seen standing in a bathroom, the lights are off and he has
his hands on the basin in front of him, his head low. He looks into
the mirror, a serious look on his face, before lowering his head,
turning the tap and splashing cold water on his face. He grabs a blue
paper towel and dries his face as he reaches inside his Vagina Boys
T-Shirt and produces the crucifix. He kisses it before putting it
back inside his shirt. The camera then fades out to a video package for the Total J Cup - 32 of the best superstars around battling it out to be the HSW Junior Heavyweight championship! Go to http://totaljcup.2ya.com for more details!
MATCH
6 DM: This will be interesting match up… a returning man who was a rather large part of PPW’s past, against a newer man who might just be a large part of PPW’s future. JB: Yeah, whatever… unfortunately, the Vagina Boys have this PPV rapped up. Onlooker won his match by almost killing a dude, Pyro is facing two men he’s beaten before, and Smasher is facing a dude that hasn’t been seen in months. You’d have to be higher than me to think this wasn’t their night. DM: I don’t really think you can light that in here… The PA system rings out with "Take A Look Around" by Limp Bizkit. 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. "Punk
Polka" by SCBD blares out, and Lech appears holding up a kendo
stick and a beer. He makes his way to the nearest aisle he can and
starts to rile up the fans by opening his mouth and giving out a yell.
He finally makes his way to the ring and rolls on in, once he's up
he draws back the kendo stick like he's going to assult the referee,
but he just flips it around and gives it over. Lech then goes to his
corner, where he climbs to the middle turnbuckle and waves to everyone. The two lock up, and Sledge gets the upper hand, as it seems Smasher almost wants him to try something. Sledgehammer puts him in a headlock, and loosens it to put him in an arm wrench, when Smasher takes the opportunity to push Sledge off as hard as he can, so hard that Sledge falls on his face. DM: Wow… um… what power. JB: There are only two things that give you that kind of powers kids… and me and Rakoswki are the foremost connoisseurs. DM: One, great message to the kids, asswipe. Two… when did you learn big words? JB: …So hostile… Smasher just smiles, as Sledge flashes an angry look before jumping up. They lock up, with Sledge hitting a fist to the gut right off the bat, and bounces off the ropes. Smasher catches him in the gut with a forceful knee, then bounces off the ropes himself, and nails Sledge in the head with a vicious knee lift! DM: Holy… if that didn’t crack Sledgehammer’s skull… JB: Then the match could continue. Sledge holds his head, racked with pain, as Smasher pounces. He repeatedly stomps the exact spot where the knee connected, and even gets down on his chest to administer some punches to that spot. He rises, rubbing his fist, and waiting for Sledge to get up. Sledge gets up stumbling, sees Smasher, and throws one helluva punch… that Smasher ducks. He hooks the arms and squeezes on the sides of the head, in a classic full nelson! DM: He’s really focusing on the head, which is a good strategy based on his finisher. JB: Plus, busting someone open feels really good. DM: … Sledge screams insanely due to the pain, as he flails around, yet still appears to be secured in Smasher’s clutches. It must not appear that way to Lech, because he lets go with one hand, smashes his forearm into the back of Sledge’s head, reapplies the full nelson, but also sweeps the leg, hitting a Flash Back on Sledge! DM: It’s just totally domination by Lech Rakoswki. I don’t see Sledge winning after this onslaught. Smasher takes a moment, pausing to think of what to do next, soaking in some cheers from the fans. He walks over to where Sledge is lying, to get a swift kick to the back of the knee. He stumbles, only to receive several more to both legs. Sledge is finally able to get to his legs, where he throws several martial arts kicks and strikes to Smasher’s sides. JB: Spoke to soon Michaels. DM: Damn… it happens. Smasher falls to his knees after enduring this for a minute, to which Sledge scoops him up in the setup for the Twist of Fate. Smasher breaks free, and headbutts Sledge right in the temple. They both stumble, Sledge considerably more, even bending over. Smasher recuperates, and takes the initiative by grabbing Sledge by the gut, throwing him up almost effortlessly, and finishing the gut wrench powerbomb with forceful impact! DM: Nort, Nort-West Bomb! JB: …Is that supposed to mean something? DM: You’ll need to be a little higher… erm, smarter to figure it out. Smasher makes an “end it” motion to the fans, and walks over to the semi-unconscious man. He grabs him by the face, and lifts him up to his feet. DM: Simply Smashing! The finisher… this HAS to be putting tremendous force on Sledge’s injury! Indeed, Sledge is not responding to anything. The ref waits a few moments, and sees Sledge isn’t moving. He goes in to check the arm, but Smasher won’t have it. He throws Sledge down, catching him by the waist, and in one fluid motion, spins him up above his shoulder, and hits another Nort, Nort-West Bomb! DM: HOLY SHIT… he did that one with so much velocity, he fell with him and on top of him! JB: Uno… Two… Dos! It’s over! DM: … WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - LECH "SMASHER" RAKOWSKI The camera pans to the PurePainTron where the video beings to play. W: Your arrogance sickens me Pyro…and how you seem to have the ignorant public in the palm of your hand sickens me even more. I honestly don’t know why you are cheered when you care about no one but yourself. But somehow you were able to get everyone to hop in your bandwagon and buy into the hoopla of your ambition to become the champion and the long treacherous journey that you so valiantly traveled. What about me? My drive to become the best is just as fierce, my path to the title has been just as difficult, and no one gives a damn. Wolf becomes silent for a moment, just staring through the lens of the camera. W: Tonight it all ends…your arrogance ends, your will ends, your will to win the title ends…I will have no mercy, I will show no compassion. I will drive you to your breaking point, and then push you beyond your limits. Cage Match. The most insane part of it all is that you came up with your own demise. After
those direct comments, Wolf rises to his feet and promptly DM:
It’s big-game time, Jesy…the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!!
JB: I must admit I’ve been lookin’ forward to this all night… DM: Really?! I didn’t think you’d be partic- Donovan Michaels then looks over at Jesy to see him holding the biggest joint ever seen on national TV! DM: GODDAMMIT JESY!!! You can’t smoke that shit on air, I told you that earlier!!! JB: We’ll see…want a toke on this Michaels? MAIN
EVENT Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, would you please welcome on stage to perform…KORN!!! The camera pans out to the stage area at the top of the PPW ramp way to display KoRn, all kitted out ready to perform a track. DM: Ok, so we’re not QUITE ready for the match yet, but stay tuned after this track, The Dark Lotus’ new theme music, “Dead Bodies Everywhere”!!! Lotus walks into the arena with all the lights turned off as KoRn perform his music. The only light is that from the stairway, the sky boxes and the dim spotlight on Lotus, who carries his PPW World title belt across his shoulder with pride. JB: I gotta say, I despise Lotus, but I do respect him as a performer… DM: TDL is a great athlete, especially for his height, but I can’t help but wonder where his head is at the moment – we’ve barely heard from him over the last week or so… TDL walks to the ring and enters through the steel door, then steps over the top rope, as he does this the ring fills with smoke. The chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd only focus Lotus even more, as he removes the title belt from his shoulder and holds it high above his head with one hand. DM: A hostile crowd in tonight for The Dark Lotus, Jesy! JB: Yeah they don’t like him much either… As Lotus lowers the title belt, KoRn end their performance to a huge ovation from the fans. They then begin to say thank you, but are cut off by “Fire” by Alice Cooper! JB: What the? DM: Here comes Pyro, and he’s seemingly prepared for this one! The top of the ramp explodes in fire, with the ramp being lined in fire. As the fire at the top of the ramp dies down, Johnny Pyro steps out onto the ramp, the hood of his hoody over his head. JB: Look at the concentration on the face of Johnny Pyro! Pyro struts cockily down the ramp and enters the ring, staring a hole through Lotus as he passes him. Pyro runs over to the corner and launches himself up on top of it, raising his arms to his adoring PPW clique. Crowd: JOHNNY!!! JOHNNY!!! JOHNNY!!! DM: The crowd on their feet for Johnny Pyro here in the SkyDome, but what are your thoughts Jesy on Pyro’s chances tonight? JB: It’s a tough one to call, Michaels. Pyro’s reached great heights very quickly in PPW, but he’s yet to fight in such a high profile match as this one, but that goes for all 3 of these guys. I’d say if he can avoid being bogged down by Wolf or Lotus, then he has a chance – I’d say he can endure more than either Wolf or Lotus, it’s just the huge height disadvantage that worries me… DM: Good analogy… Both Johnny Pyro and Lotus glare at each other from opposite sides of the ring. They both await their final opponent. A 5 second countdown appears on the PurePainTron. Then the lights go out for a second, and come back on as "Awake" by Clay People blasts over the PA system, and a series of blue and silver pyros explode. A puff of blue smoke sprouts out from the entrance and Wolf appears through the smoke. Wolf remains on the stage for a few seconds with a serious look on his face. Then he walks down the aisle. When he gets near the ring a huge explosion of blue fire comes out from the turnbuckles. He walks up the steel steps and into the ring through the door, and looks up in awe at the 60 foot steel prison that is about to contain him. DM: A very determined look on the face of Wolf, ladies and gentlemen. He’s definitely fired up for this match! JB: I think Wolf is the favourite for this match – he has the height, the physique, the experience, and the power to be a great World champion. DM: But has he got the passion? JB: Well we shall see… “Awake” fades out of the PA system, as all 3 men look at each other from their respective corners of the ring. The referee signals for the cage door to be closed and chained shut, as the 3 competitors ready themselves for the fight of their lives. DM: I think this one’s about to explode! The bell then sounds, and immediately Lotus and Pyro go straight after Wolf, who was seemingly expectant of this occurence. But Wolf manages to hit a Yakuza kick on Pyro, who was quickest to approach Wolf, then a Spinning Heel Kick on Lotus, who manages to stay on his feet. The 2 big men then lock horns as Johnny Pyro hurtles to the ground holding his jaw. JB: Straight away Pyro is down, Donny. He HAS to try and stay vertical! Wolf follows up his attack on Lotus with a German suplex, taking the champion down to the mat. He then picks TDL back up and tosses him into the corner. Wolf then lifts Lotus on to the turnbuckle, and executes a powerful Superplex that almost causes the ring to buckle! DM: WHOA!!! Did you see the strength of Wolf?! To lift Lotus up and slam him down like that?! JB: Wolf’s a very, very powerful guy. He certainly looks to be in great shape here tonight. Sections of the Toronto crowd begin to cheer Wolf, while others are a little more hostile. But both reactions arouse Wolf’s interests, as he raises his arms up and lets out a huge roaring shout of confidence. He picks up TDL and issues a Michinoku Driver, before going for the cover… 1… 2… …but Johnny Pyro saves the fall with an elbow to the back of Wolf’s head! DM: Great save by Pyro. Pyro tries to capitalise on his pinfall break-up by hitting The Dark Lotus with a Powerbomb, but Lotus is simply too heavy for Pyro to lift. Lotus then counters the attempt by Monkey tossing Pyro over his back and back down to the mat. DM: Pyro doesn’t have the upper-body strength to lift Lotus up, Jesy… JB: Evidently… With both Wolf and Pyro down, Lotus makes his way over to the locked door of the cage, and asks for it to be opened. But as it is being unlocked, Wolf gets back up and runs at Lotus from behind, going for a roll-up… 1… 2… …but an instinctive kick-out by TDL after the 2-count! DM: Wolf tried to be cheeky there, Jesy, but Lotus had his number! JB: Yeah, great resilience there by The Dark Lotus. As the 2 men jostle, Pyro enters the scrimmage by hitting Lotus with a Triple Suplex, managing this time to lift the champ over his head! DM: GREAT STUFF BY JOHNNY PYRO!!! With that, he considers Lotus out of the game (temporarily) and the crowds go wild as Wolf and Johnny Pyro stand toe-to-toe for the first time in the match. JB: HERE WE GO!!! SHOW TIME!!! The 2 men begin to trash-talk one another, gradually stepping closer and closer together. They eventually touch noses in the centre of the ring, the fans going absolutely berserk around the arena! DM: This one’s about to get interesting! But before the 2 can even consider exchanging blows, their attention shifts to Lotus, who has gotten back to his feet, and begun to climb the side of the cage! JB: Wait! Look at TDL, he’s makin’ for a quick exit to save his bacon! DM: Clever move by The Dark Lotus! Wolf begins to climb the cage after Lotus, at which point Pyro runs to the other side of the ring and begins to scamper up that side! JB: OH MY GOD!!! Now Pyro’s goin’ out the OTHER side! Wolf eventually grabs Lotus and pulls him back down to the ring canvas. He then jumps back down and notices Johnny Pyro trying to escape on the other side. He climbs up to Pyro’s level, and the 2 begin to exchange blows finally. Pyro hits Wolf square between the eyes, almost knocking the big man back to the mat. But Wolf holds on with one hand, and grabs at Pyro’s leg with the other, trying to yank him down from the cage side. DM: I think Wolf’s gonna fall, Jesy! He can’t hold on! But as soon as Michaels finishes speaking, Wolf regains his composure and tosses Pyro from the cage, back down in to the ring. JB: That was a close call! Wolf is then still on the side of the cage, looking down at Pyro and Lotus. He then looks up at the cage, realising he could make an escape to win the title right here, right now. He then looks back at Pyro, who is getting back to his feet, shouting up at Wolf, teasing him. This enrages Wolf, and he launches himself from the cgae, and plants an elbow right into Johnny Pyro’s sternum! DM: MY GOD!!! JB: What’s he doin’? He could have had the match won!!! DM: I think at this precise moment in time he’s more concerned with takin’ out Johnny Pyro! Wolf stays down as he lands, seemingly clutching his leg. The Dark Lotus is now back up to his feet, and looks at his 2 opponents strewn across the ring. He goes for a pin attempt on Pyro… 1… 2… …3!!! No!!! Pyro got the shoulder up!!! JB: Jesus that was a close fall!!! DM: Y’mean call, right?! JB: What?! DM: You meant to say “that was a close call”, not “fall”… JB: Michaels, I don’t know what you are!!! Jesy Blue then looks at the camera and shouts, JB: I DON’T KNOW WHAT HE IS!!! Wolf is still on the canvas grabbing at his leg, whilst Johnny Pyro and Lotus continue to do battle. As Johnny Pyro gets back to his feet after kicking out of the cover attempt, he is quickly knocked back down by as desperation Spear from TDL!!! DM: Holy Hell!!! What an impact!!! All 3 men now lie motionless in the middle of the ring, Wolf being the closest to the door, Pyro being furthest away from it. Wolf, still clutching his weakened leg, tries to pull himself up using the ropes and the cage for support. Meanwhile, Pyro is motionless still, and Lotus is beginning to stir, trying to make a valiant attempt at getting up. JB: Because there’s 3 people in this match, they take knocks more easily and lose their energy quicker, hence why they’re all out of it so soon in the match… DM: But you still feel there’s a looong way to go in this encounter… JB: Oh yes I’d say so Donovan…where’s my lighter?!?! Wolf, still trying to get to his feet, falls back down after applying too much pressure on his leg. Lotus is also still struggling, but is having more success than Wolf. TDL eventually gets upright, even though holding the ropes for leverage. In the meantime, Wolf tries to adopt a new method – he begins to crawl towards the door to escape! DM: Oh I think Wolf’s goin’ for the win here, Jesy… JB: But The Dark Lotus is hot on his tail! Lotus goes after Wolf, managing to grab a hold of a trailing leg (the weaker leg) as Wolf gets his head and body out of the cage! Lotus delivers a sly elbow the Wolf’s leg, causing him to shout out in pain, then roll over onto his back, subsequently rolling back into the ring. The referee then closes the door again. DM: Another close call there, Jesy – Lotus nearly lost his title to Wolf! Johnny Pyro is now conscious again, and begins to make his way to his feet, eventually doing so. With Wolf sown on the mat, and Pyro reeling, Lotus makes a claim at cementing his World title. He approaches Pyro, who tries to lay out TDL with a right hand, but Lotus ducks the punch, and issues Pyro with the Pits of Hell!!! DM: My GOD!!! The Pits of Hell!!! Pyro just received a Chokeslam from Lotus!!! Pyro then hits the deck again unconscious. JB: Lotus is in a commanding position now, Michaels. Both Wolf AND Pyro are out of it, he could make a dash for it now!!! But instead Lotus goes for a cover on Johnny Pyro… 1… 2… …but Wolf pushes Pyro’s foot onto the ropes!!! DM: NO!!! Wolf saves Pyro!!! JB: I bet Wolf hates the fact that he had to do that!!! But it was crucial if he wants to win the title!!! DM: That’s right, but by doing that, Wolf has also allowed Pyro to still have a chance to win it!!! Lotus gets up and he and Wolf once again square off. Pyro crawls over to the corner and sits there to regain his breath and his composure. Meanwhile Wolf and Lotus go at it one-on-one in the middle of the ring. DM: Johnny Pyro has taken a real Grade A beating in this match, Jesy, from both Lotus AND Wolf!!! JB: Yeah I know, he should count his lucky stars he’s still able to breathe!!! Lotus goes after Wolf with lefts and rights, then hits him with a Death Valley Driver. He then signals to the crowds for The Darkness – his Tombstone Piledriver finisher – but the crowds are not impressed. DM: Terrible reception here still for the PPW World champion… JB: Yeah that’s because they know he SUCKS!!! DM: You can’t say that on TV – you’re one of his fellow PPW stars! JB: Michaels…I think I just said it… Before Lotus gets chance to hit The Darkness, Wolf comes out fighting with a series of martial arts kicks to Lotus chest, stomach and head, knocking the champion back into a corner. Wolf then hits a T-Bone suplex on Lotus, before going for a cover… 1… 2… …shoulder up at the last second by The Dark Lotus!!! DM: SO CLOSE!!! Wolf continues his torrent of assault by hitting Lotus with another Yakuza kick, again knocking Lotus back into the corner. Wolf then Irish whips Lotus into the ropes. On the exchange, he goes for a Big Boot, but Lotus catches his leg. But Wolf calls Lotus’ bluff by hitting an Enziguri into a Hurricanrana!!! DM: ANNIHILATION!!! Wolf then rolls into the cover position… 1… 2… …but Johnny Pyro hits Wolf from behind with a Missile Dropkick!!! DM: Again the count is broken up!!! JB: WOOOOO!!! DM: Hey, that’s Bomb’s line… JB: Sorry… Johnny Pyro, Lotus and Wolf look holes through each other, no man making a move on the other. DM: They’re all tired now Jesy…no man can afford to be sloppy here… JB: But if it comes down to an old skool fist fight, then Wolf is our new champion… Lotus suddenly charges at Pyro, hitting him with a Spear, but Pyro moves out of the way, sending Lotus crashing shoulder-first in to the steel of the cage!!! DM: Great thinking by Johnny Pyro!!! But Wolf is now back to his feet, and makes a beeline for Pyro. But Pyro grabs Wolf by the neck, goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but instead of dropping, continues to swing and hits a front face lock DDT!!! DM: THE DISCO OF FIRE!!! PYRO HAS IT WON!!! JB: Not yet he don’t!!! Lotus is back to his feet, and grabs Pyro from behind. He then spins him around, and picks Pyro up. Lotus then lifts Pyro up and issues a terrific Tombstone Piledriver!!! DM: THE DARKNESS!!! THE DARKNESS!!! NOW IT’S OVER!!! With both Johnny Pyro and Wolf down, TDL falls to his knees in exhaustion. He begins to crawl to the door, and signals for the referee to open it. DM: The door’s open, all Lotus has to do is crawl out and he’s still the PPW World champion!!! JB: He’s a lucky champion, Michaels. Wolf pretty much dominated most of this match. Lotus reaches the apron and grabs on to it with both hands, and then pulls himself closer to the exit. DM: He’s gonna do it!!! Pyro and Wolf are still down, although Wolf is starting to come around. TDL edges himself closer and closer to the open exit door. DM: Any moment now, the match is over!!! But as Lotus edges ever closer to the exit, Wolf grabs his leg, preventing him from going any further! JB: What the f-… DM: Great save by Wolf – outta nowhere!!! Lotus proceeds to kick out at Wolf, but Wolf holds on long enough to prevent Lotus from escaping. Meanwhile Johnny Pyro is starting to come round. DM: Pyro’s getting’ up, what will he do?! I f he attacks Wolf, the Lotus escapes, but if he attacks Lotus, then Wolf will surely attack Pyro!!! JB: It’s a Catch 22 situation for Johnny Pyro…unfortunately… As Johnny Pyro gets to his feet and gets his focus back, he notices Wolf clinging on to The Dark Lotus – both men pretty much at a halt. Pyro then looks up at the top of the cage, and begins to dart towards the cage wall. DM: WAIT A MINUTE!!! Pyro’s got other ideas!!! JB: He’s goin’ over the top!!! Wolf notices this, as does Lotus. DM: Now WOLF’S in a Catch 22 situation! If he lets go of Lotus to go after Pyro, Lotus will get out first. But if he keeps a hold of Lotus, then Pyro is the new champion!!! Wolf begins to shout out loud, and goes to let Lotus loose. But Lotus then starts to push towards the door again, so Wolf quickly maintains his grasp, not allowing Lotus to escape. Meanwhile Johnny Pyro slowly but surely clambers the cage wall until reaching the top. He then stands upright and raises his arms to the fans on the outside, who all give him a deafening cheer!!! DM: Johhny’s the new champion, surely!!! Wolf looks up at Pyro in anger, as Johnny Pyro canters down the cage wall and to the floor!!! WINNER OF THE MATCH BY ESCAPING THE CAGE, AND NEW PPW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION – JOHNNY PYRO!!! DM: Johnny Pyro did the impossible! He managed to outsmart both Wolf AND The Dark Lotus to win the PPW World title for the very first time!!! JB: Great thinkin’ by Pyro during the last few minutes of the match – nobody ever thought he could beat Wolf AND Lotus, but he certainly did it! As Pyro is celebrating, The Onlooker and Smasher come dashing to ringside, and the 3 Vagina Boys bask in Pyro's glory - the glory of winning the match - the glory of winning the title - and the glory of getting one over on Wolf! DM:
What will happen on Mutilation next week? What will Wolf has to say
to Johnny Pyro, what will Muerte have to say about the Bloodgames
title win, and what the hell will The Bomb have in store for us?!
Tune in next week to find out! |
