![]() PPW Mutilation Results Friday, March 5, 2004 LIVE from The Giants Stadium, East Rutherford, New Jersey
Backstage C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci walks down the corridor toward his PPW office, as he gets closer the camera picks up muffled raised voices. Dinucci stands at the door trying to listen in and raising his eyebrows, before pushing the door open. Stone paces behind a black leather sofa as Tre sits on JD’s desk, both are passionate and heating speaking extremely loud. WS: It’s bollocks Tre, it’s your brand of bollocks from the first to last. Tre raises his arms in exasperation. TC: No, you can’t ever see the big picture! You can’t see any picture. Stone gets up in Crawford’s face. WS: I’m talking about something primal. Right! Savagery, brutal animal instinct! TC: And that always wins with you! He starts to walk away from Stone TC: You know the human race has evolved Bill! Stone follows Tre making mocking gestures as he speaks. WS: Into a bunch of namby-pamby, self analysing wankers who could never hope to- Tre cuts stone off mid sentence. TC: We’re bigger, we’re smarter. Plus there’s this thing called team work, not to mention the superstitious terror of your pure aggressors. Stone shakes his head, raising his arms up in aggrivation. WS: You just want it to be the way you want it to be. Tre screaming TC: It’s not about what I want!!! They both turn to the door seeing Dinucci standing perplexed, somewhat worried. JD: Is this something we should all be talking about? Tre backs away embarrassed speaking more calmly. TC: No…. JD: It sounds a little serious. Stone calmly continues. WS: We were just working out a b- - - Suddenly passionate again. WS: Look! If cavemen and astronauts got into a fight, who would win!? Dinucci stares blankly for several moments… JD: ….. You’ve been yelling at each other for forty minutes about this? Tre looks down, still somewhat embarrassed, Stone continues to stare at his boss waiting for an answer. JD: ….. Dinucci crosses his arms and looks pensive. JD: ……. Do the astronauts have any weapons? Tre looks back up. WS & TC simultaneously: No. FADE TO PPW LOGO The pyrotechnics explode all around the Giants Stadium in East Rutherford, New Jersey, as PPW Mutilation come son the air! The screaming fans are packed in in their thousands to see the world's best superstars compete in the world's best federation! DM: The Giants Stadium is a complete sell-out! Every an, woman and child across the globe is tuned in to us now, we're live! We're PPW Mutilation! Hello folks I'm Donovan Michaels JG: And I'm Jim "The Bomb" Grande... DM: Welcome! So "Bomb" we're in for a HUGE night of entertainment tonight...we see Jesy Blue go one-on-one with Colin Zale, who made his presence known at Battle for Supremacy last week! JG: Yeah Zale's back, but he's a much meaner, more determined Zale than the one who was here a couple of months ago! DM: Also tonight in a "Loser Gets Fired" match, it's Tittiana vs. Big Tom... JG: Well neither of these guys have really been around the shows much, Michaels, they consistently don't show up...so Johnny Dinucci and Quentin Barnes have decided that if they don't show up tonight, they're FIRED! DM: That's right, also tonight, of course, PPW's own Jim Grande will square off against that sick son-of-a-bitch, James Spyder. You ready "Bomb"? JG: Err...yeah, yeah I think I am Michaels...bring on the Spyder! DM: Well we still don't know the stipulation for that match...that is to be decided later on tonight by C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci - seeing as though Quentin Barnes doesn't appear to be here tonight... JG: Yeah he's recoverin' after his match at the pay-per-view, Michaels...its Dinucci runnin' the show again tonight! DM: Well hopefully it won't be a typical "Dinucci night"...here's our first match-up folks, it's TDL against a PPW newcomer, Eminence!
DM: Here we have our opening match of the evening. How you feeling tonight Bomb?
JG: A lot better… The doctors said my he..
DM: That’s great Jim… We’ve a match to watch!
"One More Road To Cross" by DMX plays as a light fog begins to fill the top of the stage. A red search light beams out through the fog, and then into the fog, showing us only the silhouette of Eminence, his head down, hair slightly over his face. Suddenly, Eminence starts kung-fu punch and kicking his way through the fog, warming himself up. Eminence pretty much ignores the fans as he strolls down the aisle and rolls into the ring, patiently awaiting the opening bell.
DM: Eminence has his debut tonight and he looks pretty good Bomb!
JG: He certainly does, but he’s not a patch on The Dark Lotus! I mean, Quentin Barnes is so threatened by him that he busts his ass down to curtain jerker!
DM: I heard Johnny Dinucci did the honours…
JG: Really? Oh… Well that must be because he got beat by that has been…
DM: Let’s hope James Spyder’s fate is the same or you might not BE here next week!
Bomb doesn’t speak as Dark Lotus “Taste of Blood” hits. Lotus walks into the arena with all the lights turned off. The only light is that from the stairway, the skyboxes 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: I’d say we’re about ready to begin this match here Jim!
Bomb still doesn’t speak, he goes into some sort of strange daze.
DM: Not again!
The 2 men in the ring size each other yup before the bell sounds. Lotus looking slow and methodical whilst Eminence looks quick and cunning.
JG: How the hell can you look cunning?
Shut up… Anyway… As I was saying… Eminence looks quick and CUNNING… He makes the first move… Locking up with the big man. Lotus’ strength wins out as Eminence is thrown across the ring onto his back. He jumps to his feet and again, the 2 men lock up… And again Eminence is tossed across the ring!
DM: He’s making a big mistake trying to match power with Lotus!
JG: I know… He’s got nearly 1 foot in height and 150 lbs in weight advantage over Eminence.
DM: Thank god you’re back…
JG: It was that stupid Cunning comment!
Eminence jumps up to his feet again, looking like he’s going for a third lock up. As Lotus tries a tie up, Eminence hits a low drop kick to the knee! Lotus doesn’t fall, only staggers. This is the advantage Eminence was looking for, however, as he follows up the dropkick with a series of right hands to the side of Lotus’ head. The big man still doesn’t fall!
DM: He can’t get Lotus down!
JG: It’s the power!
Eminence looks around before sprinting across the ring, he fires back from the ropes only to catch a huge boot in the face by TDL. The big man staggers for a moment, getting the feeling back in the knee after those dropkicks! Eminence starts to move, and Lotus capitalises by hitting a huge open hand slap on his smaller opponent!
Crowd: OOOOOOOO!
Eminence holds his chest and staggers backwards into the corner. Lotus follows in and proceeds to start firing punches into the face of Eminence… Slowly getting quicker and increasing with fury with each punch! He steps back as Eminence holds himself up on the ropes. Lotus steps back and with great speed, crushes Eminence into the corner with a running clothesline! Eminence falls to the mat and Lotus makes a cover.
1… 2… NO! Shoulder up!
Lotus slowly and methodically picks up Eminence and shuffles with a jab… and another… and a third… shuffling his hands, before grabbing his crotch and knocking Eminence down with a huge Elbow to the forehead…
DM: What in the fucking, one of Jim’s 15 year old girlfriends, HELL… Did I just see Lotus do!?
JG: You’re right, it was fucking wi… HEY! I RESENT THAT… She was never my girlfriend!
Lotus makes the cover again!
1… 2… NO! AGAIN THE SHOULDER UP! Lotus starts to get angry as he drags Eminence up to his feet. Lotus hooks Eminence’s arm through his own legs and then wraps his arm around Eminence’s other arm and lifts him for a Pump Handle Slam… As he slams, Eminence wraps his hand around Lotus’ head and reverses the move into a Diamond Cutter!
DM: WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM!?
JG: They say it can be hit from anywhere… Ahhhh… The Diffuser… Such a gr…
DM: Yeah, whatever you say Bomb…
Lotus quickly recovers to his feet… Eminence is back up as well, nailing his larger opponent in the face with 2 right hands and a dropkick to the knee again! Lotus still only staggers… He attempts a boot to the stomach but Lotus catches it. Eminence swings around and nails his large opponent in the head with a boot!
DM: ENZIGURI!
Lotus STILL doesn’t hit the mat! Finally, Eminence runs from the ropes, Lotus swings a right hand but he ducks and puts on the breaks. As Lotus turns around, he’s caught flush in the jaw with a huge superkick… Like a Giant redwood the big man staggers… and wobbles… and FINALLY crashes to the mat to the delight of the crowd!
DM: Eminence goes to the top rope Bomb!
JG: AND NAILS A SWANTON BOMB!
1… 2… NO! TDL powers out!
The Dark Lotus starts to get to his feet. Eminence comes off the ropes and takes the tired legged Lotus down with a Flying Martial Arts kick!
1… 2… NO! Lotus kicks out again!
Eminence takes down Lotus with a Kung Fu back roll into a leg sweep! He signals for the Paramount as he climbs to the top! He screams as dives off and flips backwards with a shooting star press into a leg drop!
DM: HOLY SHIT! LOTUS MOVED!
JG: That was awesome!
Lotus slowly drags himself up using the ropes… He looks to the top and begins to climb. Eminence slowly gets to his feet. Lotus jumps through the air as Eminence turns and is caught flush across the chest with a clothesline!
1… 2… NO! Eminence kicked out again!
Lotus gets to his feet… He stretches his arm out in signal for the Pits of Hell. He smiles a sick smile as Eminence staggers. Lotus smiles as he wraps his large hand around the throat of his smaller opponent. He lifts Eminence into the air and slams him to the mat!
1… 2… NO! Lotus, for some reason pulled Eminence up!
He smiles again… A smile that is meant for pain. He slowly pulls Eminence up into the air and hoists him onto his shoulder!
DM: Ohhhh no! Lotus is going to nail The Darkness!
JG: I’m sure they’re a band???
As Lotus sets up… The arena goes dark! A large counter appears on the Purepaintron… It counts down from 10
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3… 2… 1! The screen flashes slowly, 1… 2… 3… of the referee’s hand at Battle For Supremacy… Then Quentin Barnes’ hand being raised… And then the words “You Got Bitten… By The Wolf” Then the date 25/02/04! The crowd explode as the words “IT’S OVER!” flash on the screen!
DM: Our President sends a message to The Dark Lotus tonight!
JG: DAMN HIM!
Lotus doesn’t say a word, he just turns around in the ring to be met with an Evenflow DDT in the centre of the ring! He lies motionless on the mat as Eminence climbs to the top rope and Shooting Star Presses through the air and nails a leg drop!
1… 2… 3! Eminence wins! Wgo to pre-recorded comments from a house show earlier in the week! We see Richard Morgan, Sledgehammers personal interviewer, who for some reason hasn’t been around recently. Is wearing his usual, predictable outfit, of a smart Black Armani suit, he starts dusting himself down as the camera focuses in on him, he then flicks his arm up, and the sleeve of his Armani jacket slides down his arm, revealing a nice watch, he looks at the time then shakes his head, and lets his arm fall to his side as the sleeve rolls back down hiding the watch. Suddenly we hear a huge crash, a startling cry and then see Sledgehammer walk into view, he is dressed ready for his warm-up match for Eric gunner, the Silver trousers seem to cling to him and sparkle, showing that he is a star. The blood red writing down each side, prove the point that he wants to make, Sledgehammer equals blood. He pushes his hand through his ever growing jet black hair, and smiles at Richard Morgan. RM: What time do you call this? S: HAMMER TIME! Sledgehammer smiles, chuckles and then pushes his other hand through his now shoulder length black hair. S: Wednesday is the night Richard, I can feel it. Wednesday I will dominate this match from beginning to end, Gunner will just be another obstacle in my way to the All St……the…a…a title. RM: What is your prediction for this match? S: MY PREDICTION……..PAIN! Wednesday I am goin to show that not only do I look the part, not only do I talk the talk but I damn well walk the walk. And if anybody wants to dispute that...the Verfai Omegas of this world, The cocky SOB’s that we call De Marco Ryne, the british toffs we call William stone, or that transexual paring of Kristina and Liam, whoever the hell wants a part of me just needs to ask.
I ain’t worried about offending people here no more Richard, I am here to show this federation….NO, Show the WORLD what I mean when I speak of Hammer Time.
Sledgehammer shakes his head from side to side, and then walks off into the distance, with Richard Morgan looking a bit bemused and totally confused, about Sledgehammers strange behaviour! MATCH 2 REGULAR SINGLES MATCH Eric Gunner vs. Sledgehammer
Announcer: This next match is scheduled for one fall! Firstly, making his way to the ring... "Power Struggle" by Sunna hits the PPW sound system, as the fans eagerly await the arrival of Eric Gunner. But Gunner doesn't appear...something is wrong. JG: Where the hell is he? DM: I...I dunno, "Bomb"...he's gotta be here, hasn't he? JG: Well to be honest I ain't seen him around in the backstage area! DM: No, me neither... From behind the curtain, a PPW official runs down the ramp way and in to the ring. He begins to whisper in to the ring announcer's ear. A look of shock and worry fills the announcer's face. Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen - the match between Eric Gunner and Sledgehammer has been officially cancelled by President Quentin Barnes and C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci...thank you. DM: What?! JG: CANCELLED! You can't just cancel a sanctioned match! DM: I'm just receiving word through my headset "Bomb" that Eric Gunner and Sledgehammer aren't here! JG: What?! That's crazy! They've got a match! DM: Apparently they're both snowed in! JG: This is insane, Michaels, insane! How can they BOTH be snowed in? DM: Well according to the backstage staff, Gunner AND Sledgehammer are both at Gunner's place! Sledgehammer hasn't disclosed why he was there, but they're both snowed in, so the match is cancelled! JG: That is SO unprofessional! DM: Well if they're snowed in Jim there's nothing they can do! I guess we just continue with the show - we're takin' a short break folks, stay tuned JG: Damn amateurs... MATCH CANCELLED Mutilation goes off the air for a commercial break promoting Tre Crawford - the first EVER PPW World champion...he fought through hell to win at Battle for Supremacy, but now, he must face a new opponent...a more deadly opponent...a friend! William Stone knows Tre inside-out, and the 2 are now set on a collision course...where does Dinucci's allegiance lie? Tre, or Stone? DM: And we're back live on Mutilation folks, and the match set to take place between Eric Gunner and Sledgehammer is cancelled as both stars are snowed in, and cannot make it here tonight! So on with the show!
Scene cuts backstage where Verafai Omega, decked in full wrestling attire, stands beside Gina Williams holding a mic. GW: Verafai, where just moments away from your first Bloodgames title defence, now White Dragon has made some rather unflattering remarks about you leading into this bout, do you have any comment in response? VO: You better fockin believe it. If you think I’m gonna let some halfwit punk get the last word in on me you’re dead wrong. I’m deadly serious when I proclaim this, but I have never before in my career come across an individual who has the legitimate equivalent English skills to a five year old on heroin. From what I’ve been hearing I can only assume that when this kids mother dropped him off at school each day as a child, it was a mentally deficient institute of the most extreme cases. All this time I honestly thought Sledgehammer to be the prime example of how man adapted from the ape, but Dragon puts a new spin on that conjecture altogether. How a man, and I assume at least physically Dragons reached that stage, of his age can be so completely braindead is beyond me. Let me throw an example out for the people. ‘If you want a real match I suggest a better on a No rope Barbwire Match’ What the fock!?! Is it just me or did that sentence make absolutely no sense whatsoever. There’s a prime example of why I find it difficult to take this match seriously. I feel like I’ve been set up to face a troubled four year old whose just been spanked by his mother, all I keep hearing is brat like insults. How imaginative is it to call someone a bitch? In this profession, not very. GW: well you certainly have a way with words Verafai, do you have anything further to say before the steel chair roulette match? VO: Sure, why not, the match itself is likely to last a bare minimum of time, I might as well cut into as much tv time as I can right now. I don’t know exactly what this clown’s been smoking, but how he can suggest that my idea for the match was through fear of getting hurt I have no idea. Where about to beat each other senseless with steel chairs for fucks sake you imbecile! And as for his remark regarding his desire to stuff me in a bag and send the contents to my loved ones, please, this isn’t the sequel to the ‘Texas Chainsaw Massacre’, it’s a wrestling event, and unless you plan on sending yourself to death row, you’ll do no such thing. Despite that you’d have to actually render me unconscious to perform such a feat, and judging by your lack of co-ordination when it comes to the mouth, I’ll be surprised if you’re actually able to swing that chair in my direction let alone hit me with it. Now I don’t generally resort to petty threats, quite frankly there below me, but since I would like Dragon to be able to understand at least a short fragment of what I’ve had to say, let’s see what I can do. Dragon, In just a few moments not only will I wrap a steel chair around the very shape of your skull, but with any luck I’ll realign that under developed brain of yours. See you in a minute kid. GW: Thank you Verafai, and good luck in your match tonight. Verafai smirks and heads toward the ring. MATCH
3 DM: Well this certainly is a match with a difference coming up now Jim.
JG: You got that right, in this contest we’re almost guaranteed bloodshed, and so we should be, it will decide the bloodgames championship afterall.
The Lights 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. gets to the ring and slides in on his stomach, gets up and spins around. Takes off the hood and climbs the turnbuckle.
DM: The challanger waits in the ring for Omega!
'Can't Keep' by Pearl Jam splits the airwaves as Verafai Omega, decked in full wrestling attire with patented black and gold mask firmly applied, heads toward the ring and slides under the bottom rope.
DM: The rules are quite odd as in this contest, both Verafai Omega and White Dragon will stand opposite one another, and literally hoe into each other with steel chairs.
JG: This has the perfect ingredients as far as i’m concerned, it’s quick, brutal and bloody.
Both men stand about a metre or so away from the other as a referee hands each man a steel chair.
JG: To let you at home know who’ll go first, a coin toss took place backstage earlier tonight, in which the White Dragon won and will swing first.
DM: Well although it pains me to admit it, I suppose Dragon is at a distinct height and weight disadvantage, he’s gonna need all the help he can get.
Dragon sneers at Omega, mouthing something to the effect of ‘this won’t last long’, before rearing back and slamming his steel chair right into the side of Verafais head!!!
DM: Holy shit!
JG: Woo, this is even better than id imagined, if it lasts longer than three minutes ill be shocked.
Omega stumbles backward a pace or so, but stays on his feet, Dragon looks a little surprised as Omega regains his bearings and stares straight at Dragon while shaking his head. Omega letting Dragon know he’s still got plenty left. Omega rears back this time and slams the steel chair into the side of Dragons head! Mimicking Dragons first shot. A loud thud is heard as the smaller Dragon stumbles back a few steps but avoids falling down Dragon takes his first blow but he’s still on his feet. Dragon sizes up Omega and this time raises the chair above his own head, before smashing it down across Omegas forehead, Omega stumbles back three or four steps and looks ready to go down, but manages to regain his balance at the last second.
DM: Lucky break for Omega there, he almost went down.
JG: Lucky break my ass, Omega’s got plenty left, he was the one who asked for this match remember.
Omega looks over at Dragon with a sinister smile and suddenly ducks low, slamming the chair straight into Dragons kneecap! Dragon buckles.
JG: He’s gonna fall!
Dragons left knee buckles slightly and he almost has to put his hand on the mat to prevent himself from falling, however by some miracle he regains his balance and stands upright, a slight grimace showing the obvious effects of the shot to the knee. Dragon rears back once again and copies his second shot, slamming the chair into Omega’s forehead, and driving him backwards.
DM: This time it’s over!
Omega continues to stumble back and looks set to fall but luckily he falls into the ropes and manages to bounce himself back on his feet.
JG: Well Omega’s still standing, but even that mask of his cant hide the obvious gash to his forehead, the bloods flowin like wine in there. Omega looks in a bit of distress now but regains his bearings and stands opposite Dragon once again. Omega this time swings the chair straight at Dragons head, connecting with a sickening thud, the momentum knocks Dragon sideways, but once again Dragon is able to somehow stay on his feet.
JG: It was only a matter of time, now there both pissin out blood, this is great!
Dragon looks back at Omega with a bloodstained head. Both men look like they’ve been through hell. Dragon steps back over to Omega, this time he pulls back the chair and stabs it straight in Verafais stomach Omega drops clutching his midsection. Surely its over now! As if on instinct alone, Verafai somehow manages to stumble forward and regain his balance.
JG: It’s a miracle, I don’t know how either man is still standing, that’s chairshot number four! I love it!
The referee walks over to Omega checking he's ok! Omega, apparantly thinking it is his opponent, lifts the chair up and catches the ref in the face! He staggers backwards, unhurt but dazed!
DM: What the hell!?
JG: It was an accident!
Dragon walks over to the ref to check he's fine. Omega drops the chair and walks to the corner. He picks up his crutch and steps behind Dragon! He slides the crutch between Dragon's legs and lifts it quickly into his crotch!
DM: OH MY GOD!
JG: That's gotta hurt!
Dragon staggers and turns around. Omega bounces of the ropes and dives through the air, smashing the steel chair against his skull! Dragon hits the mat as Omega jumps to his feet! The referee regains his composure and calls for the bell!
WINNER OF THE MATCH
-VEREFAI OMEGA
DM: NO WAY! HE CAN'T WIN LIKE THAT!
JG: Calm down! You'll give yourself a hernia!
Omega walks around the ring holding his title up in the air! His music is cut short as Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit hits! Quentin Barnes slowly makes his way onto the ramp. He makes his way to the ring. Omega looks on as The Wolf aka The President rolls into the ring and grabs a mic!
QB: First of all I feel the need to clear the crap out of my ring... So Omega... Walk your ass to the back, stick that crutch between your but cheeks and sit down... The warm fuzzy feeling you get inside... Although not normal... Will suit you just fine!
Omega looks on about to say something but Barnes cuts him off pointing to the back as the crowd scream! He gives up pointing at his title and leaves. He walks up the ramp to the back.
QB: Wait... Omega... Just thought I'd let you know... I know the Bloodgames title is meant to have the Champion pick the Stipulation for the match... But I've decided that, after your actions tonight, you will take part in the first ever "Crutch On A Poll" match! Your opponent? The man you screwed tonight... WHITE DRAGON!
The crowd go wild as Omega jumps up and down pissed off... Barnes smiles as he heads backstage.
QB: Now... Onto more important things... 1 week ago, Quentin barnes stepped back into the ring... He stepped in and he faced The Dark Lotus. He faced all the odds, and still whipped that mans ass! Quentin Barnes left that ring with his arm raised in the air... He left that ring the winner... He did exactly what he said he would do... Leave The Dark Lotus on his back looking at the lights.
The crowd Pop for Barnes!
QB: Earlier tonight... I made a point... Lotus lost another match... And I said what needed to be said. Lotus... You go your way, and I'll go mine. You see, the last couple of weeks have seen my attentions being diverted. I saw Tre Crawford waltz into a match of my creation and win the World Heavyweight Title. And to that Tre, I say congratulations... I say well done... I say you did what I thought you couldn't. You beat Kris. My pick for the title, you won for team Dinucci.... And that is where my focus now lies... Team Dinucci. You see, last night saw a brand new recruit to team Barnes... The new All-State Champion... De Marco Ryne!
The crowd pop again..
QB: Now... after all that is said... I wanna see some ass whippin tonight! And I don't mean the kinda that goes on when JD and Tre are locked in a back room! Have a good night ladies and gentlemen!
Barnes heads backstage to a chorus of Break Stuff and cheering!
MATCH
4 DM: Well, Jim Grande now has a mountain to climb, as he takes on that sick son-of-a-bitch, James Spyder.
The ring announcer leaves his post at ringside and climbs into the PPW ring.
DM: I have asked for somebody to accompany me at ringside to commentate on this one, but it seems that neither our President or our C.E.O. are great fans of mine, so I’m here alone…
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this next bout is scheduled for one fall…
The lights go down, and “Dig” by Mudvayne hits the PPW sound system, and James Spyder makes his way down to the ring, to a chorus of boos.
DM: Well James Spyder is out first, folks, we haven’t seen or heard much from him since Battle For Supremacy last Wednesday night…
Donovan Michaels looks to his side, expecting a response from “The Bomb”, then realises he is alone.
DM: Damn…(speaking into his headset) can I have some company down here please?
Spyder enters the ring, and slowly walks over to one corner, and leans against the turnbuckle, awaiting the arrival of the veteran, Grande.
DM: I sure hope Jim knows what he’s gettin’ himself in for here…
Suddenly the lights dim again, and “Superstar” by Saliva thunders through the speakers. Jim “The Bomb” Grande appears from behind the curtain, clutching a baseball bat.
DM: Well Jim looks like he means business here folks with that baseball bat…
Grande gets into the ring and stares a hole through Spyder.
DM: We still don’t know the stipulation of this match-up, I’m under the assumption that either Quentin Barnes or Johnny Dinucci are gonna come down here and inform us…
As soon as Michaels finishes his sentence, “Eat You Alive” by Limp Bizkit rattles the rafters in The Giants Stadium, and the PPW co-owner and C.E.O., Johnny Dinucci, saunters down the ramp way.
Dinucci enters the ring, and takes the mic.
JD: Can I have some quiet please from the inbred assholes in the crowd…?
The crowd begin to jeer Dinucci.
JD: …I said SHUT THE HELL UP!!!
The boos get louder and louder.
JD: Now, I wasn’t really sure what type of match to make this…so I finally settled on a Street Fight! No Holds Barred, anything goes…Grande, I’m sorry man, but this prick Spyder needs to suffer…enjoy the match!
Jim Grande lets out a huge sigh of discontent, as Spyder gives a cocky smirk.
DM: Wow! A Street Fight! Grande’s in for the ride of his life tonight!
MATCH
4 The bell sounds, and Grande goes straight at Spyder with t he baseball bat, but Spyder gives a kick to Grande’s stomach, forcing him to fold over, holding his midriff. Spyder then knocks the bat out of Grande’s hand, then puts Bomb’s head between his legs and issues a Crucifix Powerbomb!
DM: Holy…! Spyder’s punishin’ Jim early on here
James Spyder then picks Grande up, and hits him with a High Impact DDT, knocking him back down to the mat.
All around the arena, cheers begin to surface, cheers for Jim Grande.
Crowd: GRANDE! GRANDE! GRANDE!
Spyder flips the bird to the PPW fans, who stop their “Grande” chant, and begin a “Spyder Sucks” chant.
DM: The fans showin’ Spyder what they think of him!
Spyder turns back around to face “The Bomb”, and receives a Low Blow!
DM: Yes, Jim! That’s it!
The Bomb tries to get back to his feet, using the ropes for help, but Spyder quickly returns to his feet, and stomps Grande’s hands away from the ropes, and proceeds to kick the former superstar, both in the gut and the head.
DM: The Bomb’s in trouble again here now!
Spyder picks up Grande, and locks on a Full Nelson.
DM: An uncharacteristic move here from James Spyder, locking on a submission hold!
The crowd begin to cheer again for Jim Grande, trying to urge him on.
DM: C’mon “Bomb” show him what you’ve got!
Grande tries to unlock the clasp around his head and neck, but Spyder is too strong. Jim Grande then begins to apply elbows into Spyder’s sternum. Spyder’s grip begin to loosen, and Jim Grande finally has a realistic chance of escape.
Grande perseveres in his escape, and eventually breaks Spyder’s hold.
DM: Yes!
Grande then bounces off the ropes, and flies at Spyder with a Diving Elbow, causing Spyder to plunge to the canvas. “The Bomb” then gets back to his feet and DDTs Spyder.
DM: Jim Grande has the upper edge on Spyder now, lovely DDT!
Grande then picks Spyder up and hits him with a Superkick. “The Bomb” seemingly having a surge of confidence drops a knee into Spyder’s chest, causing Spyder to cry out in pain.
DM: See, Jim, Spyder IS beatable!
Grande then begins the foul play he was so famous for in his career, and grabs a steel chair from under the ring.
DM: Here comes the pain, Spyder!
Grande re-enters the ring and holds the chair above his head, ready to bring it crashing down on Spyder’s skull, but as he begins to bring the chair down, Spyder manages to roll out of the way, and kick the chair into Grande’s head!
DM: NOOO!!!
Grande’s head splits open, and the crimson begins to gush from the wound.
DM: Bomb’s busted open! My God!
Spyder then gets to his feet, takes the chair from Grande’s hand, and proceeds to beat it over Jim’s head…the blood continues to pour, only more profusely now…Spyder then lets out a horrifying laugh, and exits the ring, begins to search under the ring.
DM: What’s he doing? What’s under there?
Spyder then emerges from under the ring with his beloved Croquet mallet!
DM: No, not the mallet!
Spyder then crawls back in to the ring, and picks Grande up. He Irish Whips him into the turnbuckle, then charges at the veteran, swinging the Croquet mallet. “The Bomb” is groggy in the corner, eyes closed, almost sealed shut. But he manages to open them for a split second, just long enough to see the Croquet mallet crash into his bloody and bruised skull…just long enough to see the canvas get closer to his eyes as he falls towards it.
DM: Oh my God! I think Grande’s dead!
Grande lies on the floor of the ring, leg twitching, like it does on a dead body. Spyder looks down at his opponent, and holds the mallet above his head. Just ass he tries to bring it crashing down on the fallen commentator, Spyder is distracted by a noise coming from the entrance area.
DM: What’s this now?!
From behind the curtain, Sean Evans appears.
DM: What does Evans want? What business does he have with James Spyder?
Sean Evans strolls down the ramp way, already holding a PPW microphone.
SE: Hey, Spyder! What you doin’ man? Why you beatin’ on Grande?
Spyder approaches the rope closest to the ramp, and shouts down to Evans.
JS: What’s it to you?
SE: Well, I’m just wonderin’ why you’re mountin’ all your aggression on a jumped-up has-been commentator like “The Bomb”…when the man you REALLY should be takin’ out your anger on is none other than our C.E.O.
Spyder ponders this fact for a moment, then begins a slight nod of the head.
SE: So what I’m gonna do for you, James, is provide you with an opportunity…an opportunity to get even with that no-good ass, Johnny Dinucci…
James Spyder looks intrigued, and looks on as Sean Evans signals to the backstage area.
DM: What the hell’s goin’ on here? Jim Grande’s unconscious in the ring, now Evans is here, claiming he’s gonna help Spyder?!
A man dressed in a suit emerges from the backstage area, wheeling something down to the ring…something that is covered by a sheet of some-sort.
DM: What…I don’t understand!
The man unloads the object off the wheels, and then departs. Sean Evans then addresses Spyder again.
SE: Now, Spyder, I told you I could deliver Dinucci to you…so here he is!
Sean Evans lifts the sheet off the object, to reveal the PPW co-owner, Johnny Dinucci, strapped to a chair!
DM: MY GOD! IT’S DINUCCI! AND HE’S TID TO A CHAIR!!!
The crowd cheer uncontrollably - they know what is about to happen to the loathed C.E.O.
SE: Now, you have to take this opportunity with both hands, James…while you can! Those idiots Crawford and Stone are too busy arguing about stupid cavemen and astronauts to give a damn about Dinucci…so take this opportunity to beat the livin’ hell out of him, before they find out what’s goin’ on!
Spyder gives a nod of approval to Evans, and then quickly gets out of the ring. He walks cockily over to Dinucci, still holding the Croquet mallet. Sean Evans then turns around and departs.
DM: It’s lookin’ like Johnny Dinucci is gonna pay now for what he did to Spyder at the pay-per-view!
Spyder swings the mallet like a maniac, and thrusts it into Dinucci’s ribs!
DM: That was a sickening thud! But I can’t say that JD doesn’t deserve it, because he does!
Dinucci coughs up blood, and the crowd, rather sickly, go wild!
DM: Well the fans certainly approve of what Spyder’s doin’ here!
Meanwhile in the ring, Jim Grande is starting to regain life in his limbs, and slowly begins to move. Outside the ring, James Spyder unties the clasps holding Dinucci to the chair, causing JD to fall to the floor. He then Irish Whips Dinucci in to the ring post, causing the owner’s head to burst open.
DM: Dinucci’s in a bad way here, folks! He’s no wrestler, he can’t withstand as much pain as other guys!
Dinucci is a bloody mess on the mats…Spyder laughs, and continues his attack. He lands the mallet into Dinucci’s stomach, inflicting more damage to the PPW C.E.O.
“The Bomb” is now back to his feet in the ring, and looks around, searching out James Spyder. He eventually sees Spyder outside the ring…with Dinucci!
Back on the outside, Spyder climbs the ropes, taking Johnny Dinucci, all bloody and battered, with him.
DM: This does NOT look good for our boss here, ladies and gents!
Spyder then executes the Spyder’s Bite, almost breaking Dinucci in half!
DM: SPYDER’S BITE!!! Somebody get an ambulance out here!
Spyder salutes the crowd with both arms, and actually receives cheers for the carnage he has just created. Spyder then turn around, and receives a chair shot to the head!
DM: What a shot by Jim “The Bomb” Grande! Spyder’s down, and this match hasn’t finished yet!
Grande then throws Spyder back in to the ring, and begins to re-enter, stopping to pick up Spyder’s mallet.
Grande re-enters the ring, and waits for Spyder to get back to his feet. As Spyder does so, Grande smashes the Croquet mallet into Spyder’s skull, busting him open!
DM: Wow! All 3 men are busted open! What a bloodbath!
“The Bomb” then picks Spyder up, and hits his finisher…The Diffuser (A Bubba Cutter/Diamond Cutter)!
DM: The Diffuser! Now that’s move I haven’t seen in a long time!!!
The Bomb then covers Spyder…
1…2…3!!!
DM: UNBELIEVABLE!!! Jim Grande has defeated James Spyder!
WINNER OF THE MATCH VIA PINFALL - JIM
"THE BOMB" GRANDE DM: This is a historical moment for Grande - just when he thought he had reached his limit - just when he thought he was a loser, he comes out on top against one of the best superstars on the circuit, James Spyder!!!
Bobby Jereone runs down to the ring to congratulate Jim Grande, and EMTs follow closely behind, and begin to attend to Johnny Dinucci.
DM: Our C.E.O.’s in a bad way here…he may be off the show for a while…but the big question arising from all of this is: Where were Tre Crawford and William Stone when Johnny Dinucci needed them? He’s covered their backs, whether right or wrong, all through their PPW careers, and the one time he needs them, they don’t show…
We fade out to a commercial for Wondabra... Jordan Style!
MATCH
5 DM: Ladies and Gentlemen this next triple threat match-up is for the Number 1 Contendership for the PPW All-State title. DeMarco Ryne has been in a fowl mood all week once he learned about this match.
JG: Donovan, your not familiar with the business just yet, Ryne is upset because he knows that he doesn’t have to be the one to get pinned for another man to take his title.
"Phenomenon" by Limp Bizkit starts up a bit through the song as Zak Hackett walks out from underneath the ramp with Mike Ston in tow. He runs down in between the ramp and the fans, giving high fives on the way, and slides into the ring. He circles around the ring, pointing to a certain few and giving shoutouts.
JG: I predict that Zak Hackett will walk out of this stadium tonight with that all-state title shot in his hands.
DM: He is looking focused I will give him that, but my pick is about to make his way out right now.
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 PPW-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.
DM: We cant look past the third competitor, they don’t call him the Prototype for nothing!
I stand alone by Godsmack begins to play over the PA system, Sean Evans emerges from the backstage area taping up his hands getting ready for battle. Once both hands are taped up, he slowly makes his way into the ring.
The referee walks over to Ryne and takes the all-state title from him, he then walks to the center of the ring and hold the belt high above his head showing all what is on the line in this match. Once this is done the referee hands the title to someone on the outside of the ring as the bell sounds and we are set for action. All three men, standing in three separate corners, just stand idle stalking each other. Sean Evans is the first one out of his corner as he approaches the corner occupied by Ryne. Ryne stands still waiting for Evans to make his move, however before Evans can do anything Hackett runs up from behind him, grabs him by the hair and slams his face to the mat with a bulldog. Ryne stands back in his corner applauding the move by Hackett as Hackett continues his assault on Evans with hard right hands to the face. After only a few punches, Evans fights his way to his feet and begins exchanging hard rights with Hackett, Hackett gets dazed by one of these punches and Sean sends him to the mat with a Japanese Armdrag, all the while Ryne still stands alone and untouched in his corner.
DM: Why isn’t Ryne joining in the action, he is the only one who came into this match with something to lose. He needs to start trying to seal his own fate!
JG: Its because he is the one with most to lose that he is just standing in the corner, he is saving his energy for after the other men beat the hell out of each other.
Hackett is quick to his feet after the armdrag, but Evans follows it up with a hard clothesline sending Hackett over the ropes and outside of the ring. Hackett raises to his feet again, this time dazed, as he staggers back a step Evans jumps over the ropes and hits a vaulting cross body sending both men to the ground. Ryne looks on as both men competing against him lay motionless, he lets out a smile and demands that the ref start the ten count. 1…..2…..3……4……5……6……..7…….8, the count is interrupted as Ryne climbs to the outside and drags Hackett to his feet, once Hackett is standing Ryne jumps in the air, wraps his arm around the neck of Hackett and spins around before dropping him to the mat with a DDT. While doing this he loses sight of Evans who has climbed up to the safety rail, Evans takes off on the safety rail and sends Ryne to the ground with a missle dropkick. After executing the dropkick, Evans rolls back in the ring breaking up the count.
DM: Smart move by Evans, he knows he can’t win a shot by 1 man getting counted out.
JG: Yeah it was smart by Evans, but why did Ryne stop the other count, neither man on the outside was moving so he had this thing won.
Now on the outside both Hackett and Ryne begin to stir, Hackett rolls into the ring as Ryne kneels down by the ring apron regaining his composure. Once Hackett stands in the ring, Evans meets him with a Superkick then climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Evans looks over to make sure Ryne hasn’t moved, and takes flight landing a twisting 450 splash. Once the impact is made Evans makes the cover. 1……2…..Ryne pulls Hackett to the outside and jumps back in the ring. Evans stares down the current all-state champion before he gets hit in the knee with a perfect dropkick. Evans drops to one knee as Ryne takes off towards him and hits a shining wizard sending Sean the rest of the way to the mat. Ryne covers, 1….2….Evans gets a shoulder up, Ryne pushes him back down and covers again, 1…….Evans again gets the shoulder up.
DM: Ryne was trying to steal the match there, but Evans would have none of it.
JG: Evans is just delaying the inevitable, Ryne will win the match, mark my words.
DM: What makes you so sure Jim?
JG: I can see that look of fire in his eyes, he reminds me of well, me!
Evans gets up to his feet as Zak makes his way back into the ring, Zak and Evans look at one another then run at Ryne, Ryne rolls out of the ring avoiding the men, Evans stands up on the bottom rope pointing at Ryne and acting very cocky, Hackett runs up behind him and rolls Evans up into a small package. 1……2…Evans kicks out. Ryne slowly gets back in the ring as Evans and Hackett begin arguing amongst themselves. Ryne looks on as the other two men again begin exchanging punches. This time around Zak gets the better of Sean and sends him to the mat with a double arm DDT. Ryne approaches the fallen Evans and him and Zak begin stomping away. Zak picks Sean up to his feet as the two men send Evans back to the mat with a double suplex. This time Ryne climbs to the top turnbuckle as Zak holds Sean to the mat. Ryne takes flight and lands a 180 moonsault, Hackett makes the cover, 1……2…………Ryne breaks up the count. The two then begin a shoving battle as Hackett eventually shoves Ryne over the fallen body of Evans causing him to fall on his head. Ryne lays in pain as Zak covers Sean.1…….2………..3.
DM: Sean Evans just got a shoulder up, I thought The Ax man had this thing won right there.
JG: Donovan you don’t get paid to think, I told you Ryne is going to win this thing.
Ryne and Zak again face off as Evans slowly begins to stir, Ryne sets Zak up for a German Suplex but its countered with the Hack-em-ett. Zak makes the cover, but before the ref can even count Evans pulls him up and sends him down with the suicidal edge. Now all three men are down as the ref starts the 10 count. 1……2…..3…..4…..5…..6…..7……8, Evans makes a cover on Ryne, 1…..2…….3.
JG: Ryne had his foot on the ropes, its ring awareness like that that’s going to carry him to victory.
DM: If Sean had just covered Hackett this thing would be over, but because he was dazed he couldn’t tell who was who when he went for the cover.
All three men slowly get to their feet, Ryne locks up with Evans and is Irish Whipped into the ropes then clotheslined over the ropes to the unforgiving mat on the outside. Before Evans has time to turn to turn around, he get hit with a Hack-em-ett out of nowhere. Zak is slow to make the cover, but when he does the ref drops to the mat and slaps his hand down, 1……..2……….3.
DM: Where did he come from, Ryne just broke up the count!
JG: Hackett was to slow to make the cover, he gave DeMarco time to regain enough composure to make the save.
DeMarco begins to kick the downed Hackett in the head to make sure he stays that way, once he is certain that he is down, Ryne climbs to the top rope and waits for one of his opponents to raise up to their feet. Zak is the first one up, once he gets in position Ryne jumps off the top rope and executes a shooting star DDT, better known as the High Ryne, sending Zak head first to the mat. Ryne makes the cover, 1………2…Sean Evans, with a boot to the back of Rynes head, breaks up the count. Evans then picks Ryne up in a firemans carry position and lands the suicidal edge. Ryne lands on top of the fallen Hackett as Evans also hits the mat. The ref drops for the count, 1……….2………..Zak just gets a shoulder up before the count of three.
DM: How fortunate for Evans, Zak kicked out. Do you have any idea how embarrasing it would have been if Ryne had got the win because of the way he landed after hitting the Suicidal Edge?
JG: That’s just part of the game they are playing, had Sean been more aware he would have made sure that Ryne actually hit the mat instead of his other opponent.
Evans and Hackett both get to their feet, again the two begin exchanging punches, only this time fatigue has set in and neither man seems to be doing any damage. After Hackett hits Sean in the mouth one last time, Sean smiles and attempts to irish whip Zak to the corner, Zak counters however and sends Sean hard into the corner. Zak then takes off after Evans with a clothesline, but is met by a boot to the jaw instead. Hackett staggers backwards towards the ropes where Evans dropkicks him to the outside. At this time Ryne has gotten back to his feet and waits behind Sean, as Sean turns around he is met with a boot to the midsection followed up by the sickening thud of a shuffle side kick. Hackett tries to climb back in the ring but is knocked off the apron by a dropkick from Ryne sending him hard into the safety rail. Ryne then focuses back on Evans and covers,
1…2... 3.
WINNER OF THE MATCH - DE MARCO RYNE DM: Ryne did it, he gets to choose the Number 1 contender! What a match it was.
JG: Was there ever a doubt in your mind Donovan, was there ever a doubt in your mind?
Made you look by NAS blares over the PA, the lights in the arena dim as confetti and balloons begins to come down from above flooding the arena. Looking down at the entrance ramp nobody is there. After the chorus of the song plays, with the sound of a DJ scratching the music changes to #1 Stunner by the Big Tymers, still nobody is to be seen in the entrance ramp. With a few more scratches from the DJ, the arena is filled with silence as a voice whispers over the PA “Pure Perfection.” Biscuits by Method Man begins to play over the PA, the whole intro plays through and still no sign of anyone on the entrance ramp. Then as you hear “Your mamma don’t wear no draws, I saw when she took them off, standing on the welfare line eating swine trying to look fine with her big behind,” the music changes to instrumental only and Tre Crawford emerges from the back stage area wearing a Roy Williams Cowboys jersey with his belt over his left shoulder.
Once the thousands in attendance see Tre standing there in a jersey supporting the Giants archrival Cowboys the boos quickly turn into violent screams of profanity. Tre stands on the ramp with a Christian like shit eating grin on his face seemingly ignoring the sounds that are now surrounding him. After a couple of open hand slaps to the belt taunting the fans, Tre confidently struts to the ring dodging the various concession stand items being thrown in his direction. Once he reaches the ring he turns and holds his title up high before continuing his strut into the ring. He struts to every corner flipping off the crowd and on the last corner he grabs a microphone, and points his index finger high in the air looking into the New York sky:
TC: Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane, no it’s Tre Crawford making the whole world want to share his fame! Week after week I cut promo after promo telling everyone that I was the best in the business today. Then week after week I had to prove all that doubted me wrong by making examples of them in ring. First I took out Smasher, not only did I take him out of the title hunt I ended his career! Then the PPW version of Days of Our Lives stood before me in the body, and what a body it is, of Liana. She put up the fight of her life before she came to the sad realization that she was not on my level, poor girl hasn’t been the same since. After her came PPW’s favorite drug addict, the man who swears up and down that because I suffered a head injury that I was a “pussy.” I think by now we all know Jesy Blue is the man I speak of, let me ask him one thing, if I am such a pussy, how is it that I beat you to advance in the World Title tournament? What does that say about him? Regardless of what might be said, he challenged my perfection and found out the hard way that I am in fact The Pinnacle of Perfection.
Then comes my greatest achievement to date the match that I dominated over Mr. Barnes’s poster child Krazy Kristopher. The man is a white version of Tiki Barber, he has the goal line in his sights and runs towards it full steam, occasionally running people over along the way, but just when you think it’s time for the score, he drops the ball! (This reference to the Giants starting half back makes the crowd begin to throw various objects into the ring, Tre stands still with the same shit eating grin on his face as before and continues his victory speech.) Damn people, much like Kerry Collins, you couldn’t hit sand if you fell off of a camel! It’s about time you people get to see a real athlete stand in this stadium, someone who doesn’t drop the ball and can let you see what true success entitles!
On a more serious not, there is someone in this arena tonight that I must thank from the bottom of my heart. This person pushed me to be the best that I can be no matter what the situation may be. This person believed in me when everyone else was telling me I couldn’t succeed, in fact I will go as far as to say that this person in my role model. This person is the motivation that any champion needs behind the scenes to truly achieve greatness, and to honor this person I have set up some video footage. So without making you wait a second longer, roll the footage! Over the Purepain-a-tron the screen is blank as the chorus of Without You by Motley Crue plays over the PA. When the chorus is over the darkness turns to fuzz then shows a distorted picture of a man. As the camera begins to slowly get the image in focus you see that the man on the screen is none other than Tre Crawford himself standing over a bloody Liana. The screen then shows Tre Superkicking Jesy Blue straight to the nearest rehabilitation center, then lastly it shows him standing on top of The Tower of Fear holding his newly received PPW championship belt. The crowd begins a chant of asshole as Tre continues to smile.
TC: Now you people didn’t actually think that I had anyone to thank for this other than myself did you? Oh you did, how unbelievably stupid can a group of people get? Over my shoulder I hold the dreams and inspiration of every superstar in this federation, many of them are waiting in line for a shot at taking this from me. I will take on all comers, and I will successfully defend my title week in and week out. From William Stone to Colin Zale and everyone in between, this title will never be taken from me because I am the greatest champion in PPW history. As it stands right now, Billy might be an ally of mine, but that will not keep me from trying to end his meaningless career when he tries to take this from me. I will show no mercy to him because he is in with JD also, in fact…
Tre gets interrupted as Break stuff by Limp Bizkit blares over the PA, you can barely tell what the music is because of the loud pop from the fans. Quentin Barnes walks up to the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand, he waits for the noise to die down then begins to speak:
QB: Now Tre I could have sworn that I gave you the night off tonight, so why is it that you are out here taking up my time? {Short Pause} Don’t bother to answer that, because since you are here I think that I just might be able to use you, how do you people feel about seeing the PPW title get defended tonight!
The crowd pops again as Tre storms around the ring, talking under his own breath. Barnes has a huge smile on his face as he again finds himself waiting for the crowd to die down.
QB:Now lets see here, who could he defend the title against? The Rotweiler, Krazy Kris, Liana, Jesy Blue? No all of these people have matches scheduled for tonight, I know tonight in that very ring Tre, you will be defending your title against William Stone! And Just for the record Tre… Every time I hit Lotus last night? I dreamt it was you…
The crowd seems to have no reaction about the match… But Pop for Barnes’ comment about the Lotus match as he walks back into the backstage area, leaving Tre in the ring to whine and complain about the match that he has tonight.
DM: OK, were just about ready for the next confrontation, and it’s tonight’s Tag Team match between Krazy Kris and Liana Blaze, and they’re going up against “The Messanger” Johan “Kasey” Pariah and Tommy “The Rotweiler” Gigliotti…
JG: Why can’t you just say Pariah and Gigliotti? You always have to complicate things, Michaels…
MATCH
6
DM: And here we go folks, get ready for-
Suddenly.. the lights go out.. and green spotlights search the entire arena.. the final come to a stop at the top of the apron and a "Call 9-1-1" by Westside Connection maybe for Tommy himself starts up.. and a video package of “The Rotweiler” Tommy Gigliotti begins to play on the big screen.. the people know who he is and begin to boo.. Tommy steps out onto the apron to a chorus of Boos.. He’s wearing a Wife-beater and Black wrestling shorts.. he slowly makes his way down to the ring.. looking as sharp as ever.. he walks up the stairs and walks across the apron just like he used to. He climbs into the ring and stops dead centre.. and looks into the crowd.. just stares for a few minutes and gets a look of disgust on his face.. he takes a drink from the water bottle he had.. and drops it on the apron.. he pulls the wife beater off over his head and stands there waiting for his opponent…
DM: -the action!
JG: You’re such a loser, Don…
The arena stays lit, but slowly becomes engulfed by a sea of darkness, bursting out of the dead spotlights. The retentive crowd raises slowly to its feet as the bells begin to toll, followed by low guitar riffs. As the opening of "Miseria Cantare" by AFI bangs out from the loud speakers, purple and pink lights flash along. A purple light flashes the centre stage, but no silhouette to fill the frame. A flash back and a dark, shadowy figure lurks among the particles. With no sudden arm movements he inches closer into the light. Johan Pariah has arrived into the arena. He lifts his gloomy face from floor position to gleam upward towards the slanted spotlight stream. He begins to ascend down to the ringside area, with his arms to his side. He rolls into the ring and gets to his feet quickly. He walks over to the southern turnbuckle, but does not climb upward. He glares over the crowd, still no arm movement as his the music ends and the lights become clear once more…
JG: Well that’s the 2 PPW newcomers, Tommy Gigliotti and Johan Pariah…now for that idiot Kris and the sexy Liana Blaze…WOOOOO!!!
DM: You’re getting’ rather excited to see Kris there “Bomb”…
JG: Not Kris you dick…Liana…she’s so hot…I’d love to take my d-
DM: LET IT GO, JIM!!!
JG: …what?!
Lia's figure appears behind a smoke screen, her entrance theme kicks in, 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, and awaiting her boyfriend’s arrival.
DM: The fans are goin’ wild for Lia here tonight, Jim
JG: Certainly are, Michaels…and I’m one of them…WOOOOO!!!
DM: Well I’m sure the next guy out here won’t take too kindly to your manly affections for Lia…here comes Kris!
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, a 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 Lia’s corner of the ring and awaits the bell.
JG: We’re just about ready to go here, Michaels, bring on the pain!
The bell sounds and the match begins - Liana and Gigliotti are nominated to start. The 2 superstars approach the centre of the ring, and tie-up. “The Rotweiler” gets the advantage, and hits Liana with a Suplex, knocking her to the canvas. He then picks her up, and issues a Samoan Drop.
DM: Ooh! That knocked the wind out of Miss Blaze early on…and already she’s on the defensive…
Gigliotti picks Lia up again, and Irish Whips her off the ropes nearest the TV camera. On the return, he hits her with a Lou Thez Press!
JG: Yeah! Austin-style, baby!
DM: Or even, Lou Thez-style?
JG: Whatever, Michaels…
Gigliotti goes for an early cover…
1…2…kick-out by Liana after 2!
JG: Gigliotti’s got her rattled here, Michaels, we could be in for an upset!
DM: It’s certainly lookin’ that way at the moment, Jim…
Gigliotti picks Liana up again, and hits a DDT, crushing Lia’s head in to the mat. He again goes for a cover, but Lia kicks out after the 2-count. “The Rotweiler” then gets back up on his feet, walks to his corner, and tags in “The Messanger”.
JG: Here comes more pain for Liana now, Pariah’s in the ring, and Lia’s got no chance of getting’ away and taggin’ in Kris!
Johan Pariah approaches Blaze and locks her in a Reverse Boston Crab Face Lock. Liana begins to scream in pain, and the look of concern mounts on Kris’ face.
JG: Ah, look at Kris all worried for his precious girlfriend…this team of newcomers has really impressed me from what I’ve seen so far, Donny boy…
DM: They are indeed impressive, “Bomb”, but I don’t think Lia’s in a good way in there, and she desperately needs to make the tag to the Krazy One…
Kris begins stomping his foot on the apron, and begins a crowd chant for Liana, to hopefully aid her in fighting back.
Liana begins to crawl slowly towards the ropes, and the crowd cheer in anticipation, but Pariah tightens the hold ever-so-slightly, and forces Liana to give up fighting. Kris becomes impatient and dashes into the ring, and drops an elbow on Johan Pariah, breaking the Boston Crab hold on Liana.
DM: Well Kris got tired of waitin’, and felt that immediate action was required!
JG: That no-good cheatin’…
DM: That’s rich comin’ from a guy who prided his career on bein’ a low-life cheatin’ asshole…
JG: No comment, Michaels…
Liana struggles to get away from the clutches of “The Meassanger”, but eventually does so, and she begins her crawl over to Kris’ corner.
DM: Go on, Liana! Now’s your chance!
Liana makes sturdy progress over to her man, but as she is about to reach out her hand, Tommy Gigliotti pulls her back by her feet, and prevents the tag from being made!
JG: YES! Good man, “Rotweiler”!
DM: You’re twisted sometimes, Jim, y’know that?
Gigliotti then stomps on Liana’s face, causing her to bleed. He then looks up at Kris, and at the crowd, and receives abuse from both. Kris tries to enter the ring, but the referee restrains him. And as Kris is being restrained, Pariah enters the ring to help apply a beating to Liana Blaze.
DM: What?! Now they’re double-teaming Liana! This isn’t right, Jim!
Gigliotti restrains Lia’s arms, while Pariah hits a Dropkick, right to the face, causing Lia to bleed even more.
DM: Enough is enough!
The referee then turns around just as Pariah is exiting the ring. Gigliotti then tags in Pariah, who hits Lia with a Shuffle Side Kick, but he also hits a Back Kick on the follow-through, and knocks Liana to the ground. Pariah then goes up-top, and sets off through the air to hit a Moonsault, but Liana somehow manages to roll out of the way!
DM: Yeah! Go Liana! Make the tag, make the tag!
Liana begins her slow crawl to Kris, as “The Meassanger” lies in a crumpled heap in the middle of the ring. Kris’ arm is stretched out as far as possible, and Lia finally approaches her partner. She reaches out her arm, and gets the tag to Krazy Kris!
DM: She made the tag! Here comes Kris!
JG: Dammit!!!
Kris enters the ring like a whirlwind, and unloads on Pariah with lefts and rights, he then runs over to Gigliotti and knocks him off the apron with a Superkick!
DM: Wow! What a shot!
Kris hits Pariah with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker, followed by a Stunner!
DM: Stunner! He got the Stunner! My God he Stunnered him all the way to Hell!
JG: Wo, wo, easy JR!!!
Kris then goes for the cover on Pariah…
1…2…Gigliotti kicked Kris in the back after the 2-count! Kris is now down in the ring, and Gigliotti and Pariah begin the double-team. They beat on Kris, until he is completely defenceless. But in the background, Lia climbs the ropes, and lands a Corkscrew Moonsault on both men simultaneously!
DM: Yeah! Liana’s back!
JG: Women…you’re all the same, Michaels…
Liana then helps Kris to his feet, and the Krazy One signals for the Krazy Train. Kris issues the Superkick, followed by the Evenflow DDT, then begins to climb the turnbuckle…
DM: Here it comes, the Insane Pain!
JG: I hate this move…
DM: Why?
JG: ‘Cos it’s so damn effective!
Kris launches his body across the ring, and lands an elbow on Gigliotti’s face! Liana then climbs th eropes with Pariah in her grasp, and hits Wasted!
DM: Wasted! She got it!
She then re-climbs the turnbuckle, and hits a 450 Splash on Pariah…
JG: Followed by the KSGS!!! This one’s gotta be over!
Liana goes for the cover on Pariah…
1…2…3!!!
DM: It’s over, Kris and Liana pick up the victory!!!
WINNERS OF THE MATCH - KRAZY KRIS &
LIANA
As Kris and Lia celebrate in the ring, Gigliotti leaves the ring and grabs a steel chair. He then nudges Pariah to wake him from his dizziness, and throws the chair to him. Pariah gets to his feet, and hits Kris across the back of the head with the chair, knocking him to the floor. Liana turns around to face Pariah, and receives a chair shot to the skull!
DM: My God! You can almost here the skull crack!
Gigliotti then takes the chair and beats on Liana with it, while Pariah hits Kris with The Message.
JG: Pariah hit The Message on Kris…
Gigliotti and Pariah both salute the fans, and receive boos and jeers. The 2 newcomers vacate the ring, and leave Kris and Liana lying in their own blood in the PPW ring.
JG: What an impact those 2 guys had! They left Lia and Kris for dead!
DM: Well we’re gonna need medical assistance down here straight away, Kris and Lia have lost a lot of blood.
The EMTs make their way to ringside and load the 2 fan favourites up on to stretchers.
DM: We’ll keep you posted folks on the condition of both Krazy Kris and Liana Blaze as soon as we get an update.
We fade out with a picture of Kris and Lia being carted out on stretchers!
MATCH 7 "LOSER GETS FIRED" MATCH Big Tom vs. Tittiana Good Charolotte's "The Anthem" begins and as the main beat hits, Tittiana busrts through the curtains in a full run, diving and sliding under the bottom rope into the center of the ring. She hops up to her feet and jumps onto the second turn buckle facing the crowd cheering her, dancing to the beat of the song, then goes to the other corner of the ring, dancing still. Finally stopping back in the middle of the ring and pointing to the camera as Tittiana and the crowd sing along to the chorus of the song. "I DON'T EVER WANNA BE YOU. DON'T WANNA BE JUST LIKE YOU. THIS IS THE ANTHEM, THROW ALL YOUR HANDS UP! YOU... DON'T WANNA BE YOU!"
Walk by Pantera Wrestler Entrance: He stars at the top of the entrance and Taunts by doing the Kurt angle thing and at the ring jumps to the apron ala lesner.
The bell sounds as Tittiana runs towards big John and dropkicks him in the knee. John stands tall as the much smaller Tittiana again dropkicks Big John in the knee sending him back a step but still not to the ground. Tittiana again steps away before running at him again and this time sending him hard to the mat with a running DDT. Tittiana climbs up to the top rope, but Big John doesn’t stay down long, as he gets back to his feet he is met with a diving clothesline again sending him hard to the mat. Tittiana makes the cover. 1…
DM: Look at the power of Big John, he just threw Tittiana off of him like she was a feather.
JG: Where was that power when he got hit with that Diving Clothesline?
Big John gets to his feet where he catches another dropkick sending him to one knee but not all the way to the mat. Tittiana jumps up, wrapping her legs around his head, and sends him to the mat with a huricanranna. Again Big John is quick to his feet as Tittiana executes a swinging neckbreaker and then mounts the top rope. With Big John on the mat, Tittiana takes flight and lands a Corkscrew Senton Splash, following it up with a legdrop and another cover. 1……2……
DM: Big John just kicked out, he needs to cowboy up if he wants to even think about winning this match!
JG: Cowboy up, what do you think this is some sort of low budget western? This is a wrestling match and the loser gets fired, personally I think Big John has Tittiana right where he wants her!
DM: She is on top of him?
JG: My point exactly!
Back in the ring, Big John rises to his feet before he is took down with a bulldog, Tittiana again climbs to the top turnbuckle, this time landing a moonsault. Big John slowly raises to his feet as Tittiana kicks him in the gut doubling him over, once he is doubled over she executes the Rights of Spring and covers. 1……2…….3.
DM: Big Tom has just lost his job here in PPW, what a sad day for his family.
JG: Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye!
We fade out to a look of sadness and anger on the face of Big Tom! DM: That’s crazy, it doesn’t make any sense. JG: I just call it as I see it. DM: But the cavemen have fire. That's what they live with in their caves. The astronauts should at least have some sort of weapon. ORIGINAL MAIN
EVENT All the lights go out in the arena as a deep harmonized voice begins laughing over the PA, 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... YOUR A VICTIM... OF HARDSTYLE!"
After that the raver music begins and yellow, green and blue strobe lights begin flashing to the bassline. Jesy Blue comes out wearing green baggy UFO pants and a big furry hat carrying glowsticks, which he tosses into the crowd, and has a neon pacifier in his mouth.
That silence is broken by the sound used on a synthesizer to simulate something falling and is soon followed by the sound of wind blowing. Suddenly a deep and gravelly voice comes over the speakers in German and starts to count up from one. As it does so large blood words come on to the screen.
Eins THE Zwei
VIOLENCE Drei
IS Veir
BACK Funf At this point, immediately after the lead man says the number five (funf) in German the video package starts with a shot of James Spyder being smashed over the head repeatedly with a steel chair. The crows erupts into cheers, knowing full well who usually follows this particular tune. The music continues on, counting up in German. Sechs The video shows Yoshi “Extreme” Lee being drilled through a table stack and into the canvas with The Stillborn (a Cobra Clutch DDT), explosively shattering the table and sending wood shards everywhere. Seiben The image changes to Mad Maxx being thrown off of the PTIW Tron and down to the concrete floor as he falls victim to “A Fine Way to Die” (A Super Northern Lights Driver). Acht The scrolling video pictures Morgan Reah falling victim to a vicious powerbomb off of the top turnbuckle and into a stack of steel chairs. Neun The final image shows Krazy Kristopher, way back in his rookie days being powerbombed off of a stage and through an electrical table, sending sparks shooting everywhere as lights flicker. This image throws a few scattered boos across the audience. Zehn As this word is uttered two gigantic lights flash on the stage, momentarily blinding everyone. When they switch off and everyone can finally see again they see the figure of Colin Zale standing below the screen, his arms out to his sides in his customary pose with his trademark Singapore Cane tilted upwards so that it’s pointing over his head. On his face is his expected deranged smile, his head tilted downward as he looks over his eyebrows. As he stands there his name comes up onto the screen is dripping, blood red letters as it shows him clocking Tre Crawford with his Singapore Cane and knocking him unconscious. Zale looks to his left and then his right, both time to huge cheers. He makes his way to the ring as Blue looks on, half in anticipation, half in recognition of a legend.
Blue starts things off with him locking up with Zale, a few seconds pass and Zale kicks Blue in the gut. Blue bends down and Zale goes for a DDT. But Blue stops him and pushes him off him into the ropes.
DM: It's to early for a DDT!
Blue runs at Zale and gives him a dropkick to the chest. Blue picks him up and gives him a suplex. Zale lays on the ground. Blue picks him up again and smacks him across the chest. And again,again, and again! Zale's chest is all red. Blue then punches Zale in the face and he goes flying into the turnbuckle. Blue walks up to Zale and hip tosses him onto the cavas. Blue then goes for a boston crab and Zale struggles to get to the ropes. Blue puts on more pressure but Zale manages to reach the rope and the submission is stopped.
JG: Zale must be in alot of pain!
Zale gets up and he limps over to Blue. Blue welcomes him with a drop kick to the knee. Blue picks Zale up and brings him over to the ropes. Blue sets him up for a powerbomb and drops him outside of the ring onto the mats! Zale squirms in pain. Blue slides under the ropes picks Zale up and throws him into the ring post. Zale falls down. The ref begins to count...
1...
Blue picks Zale up again.
2...
Blue smacks his head into the guard rail a few times.
3...
A few more times.
4...
Zale begins to bleed.
5...
Blue throws Zale into the steps. But it is countered and Blue goes crashing into the steps, knee first.
6...
7...
8...
Zale slides under the ropes and back into the ring. The ref begins to count over...
1...
A bloodied Zale goes back outside and pulls Blue back into the ring. Zale then goes for the cover...
1...
2...
Kickout!
DM: Jesy Blue just kicked out of that one.
Blue slowly gets up and Zale does a dropkick, he picks him up then whips Blue into the ropes, Blue reverses. Zale bounces off the ropes, Sit out Jawbreaker by Zale. Blue jumps straight up and straight into a hurricanrana! Blue covers him...
1... 2... Zale kicks out!
JG: Zale may not be the greatest wrestler, but he sure is putting up a fight.
DM: Colin Zale is one of the greatest wrestlers and he sure is putting up a fight ladies and gentlemen.
JG: Well isn't that what I just said?
DM: ...
Blue takes Zale over to the corner. He kicks him repeatedly in the gut. Blue lifts Zale up to the top rope. Blue gets on the top rope aswell. He adds a few more punches. Kipup Headscissor Takedown from the top rope! No Zale held onto the ropes. Blue falls onto his back as Zale is still on the top rope. Blue picks himself up. 360 Knee Drop onto Blue. Blue is sent flying back, he falls over lying on the ropes. Zale begins stomping Blue out. Stomp after stomp, then a kick to the face. Zale picks his weakened opponent off the ground. Zale whips Blue across the ring, Blue comes running back. Zale goes for a clothesline, he misses. Blue keeps running, he jumps off the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Zale ducks, drop toe hold. Blue's face goes flying into the mat.
JG: Great wrestling from the one of the greatest wrestlers of all time, Colin Zale.
DM: What a suck.
Zale picks Blue up, he kicks him in the gut. Zale whips Blue into the corner. Blue hits the mat face first and goes stumbling back. Zale grabs him from behind, German Su.. wait he can't lift him. He tries again, German Suplex! With a pin
1... 2...
Blue kicks out.
Zale can not believe it. He gets back to his feet and starts kicking Blue in the gut. Zale picks him up once again. European Uppercut, he whips Blue into the corner again. Blue reverses and whips Zale. Zale hits the turnbuckle. Blue runs up and hits a clothesline. He puts Zale on the top rope. He also gets up, a few punches to the head. Blue is going for it, a Hurricanrana from the top. Zale gouges his eyes! Blue is blinded. Zale tries to tie Blue up on the top rope but Blue starts to gouge at the cut above Zale's eye. Zale can't see through all the blood and Blue now goes for a hurricanrana! No he changes his mind, Powerbomb of the top rope to the outside. Both Zale and Blue go flying out of the ring. They end up in the crowd. The ref gets outside to go check up on them. Zale was also hurt from the move falling onto the outside. He crawls back in. The ref is checking up on Blue to see if he is alright. Zale is inside the ring looking at Blue and the ref.
DM: Zale looks to have the upperhand here.
JG: Of course he does, Jesy Blue is down outside. He could of been killed there.
Blue is getting up, he gets back into the ring. The ref is distracted by something in the crowd and Blue has taken something out of his tights. Brass Knucks to Zale. The ref misses it and checks up on Zale and see's that he is totally knocked out. Blue crawls up to him, he puts an arm over Zale.
DM: No not like this.
JG: Quiet fool, he has the cover, 1...2...3! What, wait, no!
Blue took his arm off Zale. Blue gets to his feet with the crowd left puzzled. He pulls Zale into the centre of the ring. Blue gets up onto the top rope. He has back towards Zale. He stands up, Triple Jump Moonsault! He lands it perfectly.
DM: Zale never even flitched!
As Blue rolls over holding his stomach... Zale gets to his feet! The crowds cheer as Zale grabs the Singapore Cane! The reason for the cheering is soon revealed as standing directly behind Jesy is the “Human Violence Encyclopedia” himself standing in a batting stance with his cane at the ready and his evil smile all over his face. He reaches out and taps Jesy on the shoulder, causing Jesy’s face to go totally pale. He turns around slowly to look behind him but never gets to see who tapped him because has soon as he’s facing Zale he gets clubbed viciously in the mouth with the cane as Zale lets loose a swing that would clear the fences at dead center of Comerica Park in Detroit. The cane connects with Jesy’s head with a very loud and very vicious “CRACK!!!”, causing Jesy’s neck to constrict and then pop out like a bobble head. He stands on wobbly legs for a few seconds and as the realization of what happened to him finally dawns on his brain he just falls straight down on his face like a heap. Zale stands over him and assumes his traditional pose for a few seconds as the fans cheer wildly. Finally he stands up and flips Jesy over so he’s laying face up. He walks over to the side of the ring and motions for a mic. When he gets it he walks over to a corner and hops up onto it with a smile on his face.
CZ: I bet you don’t feel like such hot shit now, do you tough guy ?
Zale sits calmly in his corner, his evil grin at its malevolent best as he looks at the prone body of Jesy Blue. He finally lifts the mic back up and continue; his smile very much there and a tone of mirthful larceny in his voice.
CZ: To answer your question you sawed off, mouthy little fucker THAT’S what I’m going to do about your perpetually open mouth. Are ya happy now ? You should have kept it where it belonged, wrapped around your friend’s dick.
He laughs to himself evilly, but gets a mixed reaction from the fans…who have not seen this side of Colin Zale in a very long time and aren’t sure how to react to it. He continues in an almost conversational tone of voice.
CZ: Now that I have you where we’d all prefer you, totally silent, let me fill you in on a few things. I saw that cute little promo of yours. Frankly kid I wasn’t impressed. The only thing about it that seemed appropriate was the pacifier that you had hanging from your neck. It’s too bad that your parents had to break you of that habit; this world would be such a better place for it had they not. All of that cheesy want to be Satanist nonsense was really rather entertaining in a trite sort of way. I should record that and send it to “America’s Funniest Home Video’s”, that or a tape of you wrestling. You could win for either, they’re both terribly funny and they don’t look at all realistic.
Zale stands up and walks over to Jesy, grabbing him by the neck and dragging him to the far corner. He leans him up against it and looks at him with a smirk on his face before making the most disgusting noise on Earth and depositing a king sized spit bomb right in the center of Jesy’s face. He lets it run down as he walks backwards to center ring and stands there, leaning against his cane with his legs crossed into a relaxed position.
CZ: Thank you oh so much for taking the easy way out and using that delightful “the dead don’t fight back” remark. I was terribly disappointed in you at that one. I didn’t expect much from you, but you certainly could have done a little better than that. Talk about your low budget cheap shots.
Zale continues to just lean against his cane, looking totally bored by the entire proceeding.
CZ: Of course you don’t remember me from WsW you little ass. I was Main Eventing the show while you were still lucky to be an opener. It just went to show how desperate they were for talent that they allowed you to go near a wrestling ring, let alone get into one. And since we’re on the topic of slightly familiar promo’s let me clear a couple of other things up for you. First of all Jim and Draven bear striking similarities to my style because I trained both of them, I’ve also been through quite a few bloody battles with them as well so if we have some characteristics in kind it’s just because we know each other so well. Besides, why not stick to what works ? At least when it’s over you can’t say you’d never been warned. You sure don’t seem to take warnings all that well and sure the line was kinda cheesy…but you know something…I just love the old school stuff. There’s just something so charmingly direct about it.
Zale stands up and slings the cane across his shoulders, walking around the ring as he speaks. Jesy remains propped up against the corner, still out of it.
CZ: You think I’m “inside the box” do you ? That’s sort of an ironic choice of words considering that you’ll be carrying your teeth around in one for a while. As far as where I sit in relation to this oft used cliché “box”, I don’t feel any need to dispel that delusion of yours for the simple reason that you’re not worth the time or effort of curing of that all encompassing stupidity that you suffer from. Talk about suffering from a terminal case of dumbass, you could be the poster child for it.
Zale pauses for a second and gets right into Jesy’s face, grabbing him by his head and yanking it backwards very violently so that his throat is exposed.
CZ: Now, since you spent so much time slapping yourself on the back for four Mutilation Main events…wooooo Zale punctuates this by shaking his hands in a mocking manner let me fill you in on something. Yes, I’ve done more Bloodgames type matches that you’d ever care to even watch and I’ve bled with the best of them…but you know something Jesy…those hundreds of violent matches got me more than ten different Extreme Titles and a fun moniker.
Zale’s expression goes from bored to absolutely vicious as he releases Jesy’s head, rears back and then smashes his cane violently across the other man’s throat. Jesy’s eyes come flying open and he immediately grabs his throat and falls to the mat, gasping for air. Zale kicks him over and places his foot on the fallen man’s neck, applying pressure to it and grinding it in as he bends over and gets in his face.
CZ: It also taught me that the best way to make someone understand a point is not to beat it into him repeatedly, but rather to just crush the stupid bastard in one swift move so that he, and everyone around him, never forget it again.
Zale pulls Jesy to his feet and smiles at him before lifting up the mic one last time.
CZ: Since you like Reindeer so much let’s go for a little ride.
He carries Jesy up to the stage and stands at the edge of it before grinning evilly at him and hoisting him up and over onto his back, wedging the cane under his jaw line. He lets forth one of his trademark yells and leaps off the stage, crashing through a table as he executes the “Rude Awakening” on Jesy blue, almost snapping his jaw. Zale stands up from the carnage and assumes his trademark pose to total stunned silence.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY DQ - JESY BLUE We fade out with a confused crowd cheering for the sick Colin Zale! MAIN
EVENT Stand Up by Ludacris (instrumental) Wrestler Entrance: The lights in the arena dim as a close up picture of the PPW title appears on the Purepain tron. A voice is heard in a soft whispering tone, saying He's Coming. At this point the title begins to flicker in and out, when its out a picture of Tres face replaces it. Tre then steps up onto the ramp with the title belt over his shoulder, as he does Stand Up begins to play. Tre has his head down in deep concentration, after Ludacris says Stand up for the third time, Tre raises his left hand up and flashes the west side symbol, with his right hand he hold the title high above his head for the world to see. As he peaks with both arms pyro begins to explode around him. Tre then raises his head up and heads towards the ring taunting the fans. Once he struts into the ring, he climbs up on the second rope (Not in the corner) and holds his title up high. He does this once on every section and the is ready for the match to begin. DM: Tre Crawford does not look happy to be in this match! JG: Tre is a true champion, he will defend the title on every show if need be. 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 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. As the lights adjust to their regular state, William leans against the ropes with his arms folded awaiting his opponent patiently. Both men are now in the ring as the ref walks over to Tre to take his belt, Tre is unwilling to give it up though and slides out of the ring. The ref calls for the bell and this match is underway, Tre stands on the outside looking in at his focused opponent and throws his belt over his shoulders and begins to walk up the ramp. The ref starts the 10 count as Stone runs out after Tre, Tre realizes this and quickly turns towards Stone swinging the title belt at his face, Stone ducks this attack and slaps the taste out of Tre’s mouth causing him to drop the title to the ground. With Tre holding his hands over his face, Stone tosses him back into the ring, Tre stands up only to be dropped back down with a bulldog. Trying to quickly end the match, Stone goes for the cover. 1…. DM: Tre Crawford kicks out with authority. JG: He is just getting motivated Donovan, he has Stone right where he wants him. Tre again rolls out of the ring, and as he stands by the safety rail trying to regain his composure, Stone dives through the ropes sending Tre back first into the rail with a suicide dive. Both men are down as Stone rolls around pulling himself to his feet, he looks down at his fallen opponent and lets out a sick smile. Tre slowly begins to rise as Stone walks over and helps him to his feet before picking him up and dropping him groin first into the safety rail. The eyes almost pop out of Tre’s head when the impact is made, as he falls over into the crowd Stone rolls back into and then quickly out of the ring to break the count. JG: Stone can’t win the match out there, he needs to get Tre back in the ring. DM: Just a few moments ago you were telling us how Tre had everything under control, are you changing sides now? JG: No comment Donovan, I just love watching this great action. Stone climbs over the security railing picking Tre up to his feet, he slams his head into the rail for good measure before tossing him over and back into the ring. Once in the ring Stone lands a series of suplexs Tre, first he hits a tigerplex, followed by a snap suplex, finished off with a sambo suplex. Stone stalks his fallen opponent and as Tre gets to his feet Stone applies The Stone to Ash leaving Tre in the sleeper for a good amount of time before dropping him to the mat. Stone then climbs up on the top rope and attempt the Phoneix from the Ashes but Tre rolls out of the way and out of the ring. Tre is holding the back of his neck as he backpedals up the ramp towards the back. DM: Where is he going, what a coward! JG: Tre knows he cant lose the title by being counted out, this is just some more of his strategic movements because I can assure you he is not a coward! As Tre gets about half way up the ramp, the crowd erupts making Tre slowly turn around where he finds himself standing nose to nose with Colin Zale, Singapore Cane in hand. Tre begins to walk back towards the ring as Zale stalks him making sure he in fact goes back in, once Tre climbs in the ring Zale stays at ringside. Tre turns back towards who meets him with a clothesline sending Tre back down to the mat. Tre jumps up quickly and runs towards the corner where Stone attempts another clothesline but all he finds is a boot to the face from Tre who quickly follows it up with an illegal pin attempt. 1…………2……….. DM: Thank goodness for Colin Zale, he forced Tre’s feet off the ropes. JG: Why is he even out here! Tre rolls out of the ring, opposite the side that Zale stands and grabs a chair. He re-enters the ring only to find himself standing nose to nose with Zale again. Stone sneaks up behind Tre and goes to lock in the Stone to Ash yet again, only Tre manages to sneak in a low blow doubling Stone over. Realizing this Zale takes the Cane and swings for Tre, only Tre moves and he cracks Stone in the head instead. As the ref calls for the bell, Tre still with the chair in hand, rolls out of the ring and begins to walk up the aisle never taking his eyes off of Colin. Zale turns to check on Stone and Tre slides back into the ring trying a sneak attack, Zale catches him in the act though so both men are left stalking one another with their respective weapons. DM: Damn that Tre Crawford, I hope Zale sends him back to the ER! JG: It wasn’t Tre who cost Stone the match, it was Zale or did you need me to remind you? DM: Zale was clearly aiming for Tre, that sneaky bastard just managed to move out of the way! The two men begin circling one another as William Stone slowly gets back to his feet. He is dazed and holding his head as now Zale lunges towards Tre swings his cane hard, Tre moves out of the way again and a loud smack is heard as the cane connects with the turnbuckle. The two men are again stalking each other as Stone is trying to comprehend what just happened, he walks towards Zale and the two get in a bit of an argument. After which Stone decides that he is going to push Colin and gets a Cane shot to the head for his troubles. At this point Tre runs towards Zale and stops short hitting Stone with the chair as he lays on the ground. Tre looks over at Colin and smiles as they begin taking turns hitting the fallen Stone with their weapons. After a few minutes of this Zale picks Stone up to his feet and carries him over to the corner propping him up against it, he arranges the cane where it sits under Stones chin and Tre drops the chair and signals for the Silencer. DM: What the hell is going on here, these two men hate each other and they are beating the hell out of Stone together! JG: Maybe they never really hated each other, you saw how Zale snapped earlier in the night! DM: Somebody needs to stop this or Stone might find his career ending a bit short! Tre lunges forward and kicks the Cane snapping it against the throat of Stone, Zale picks up the chair as the crowd again erupts, Quentin Barnes slides in the ring as the other two men scatter out. Barnes is crouched in a fighting position as Zale and Tre stalk the ring. Tre tries to slide in as Barnes lets out a kick making Tre retreat back, the stalking continues as the show goes off the air. SHOW GOES OFF THE AIR
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