CONQUEST RESULTS

Date: Wednesday, April 6, 2005
Venue: Staples Center
Location: Los Angeles, CA

The screen fades in to a shot of earlier in the evening, Riddick Andrews walking towards the entrance to the arena. His sunglasses are pulled down onto his face, which is also consumed by a large smile. Over his shoulder sits the PPW Television title and over the other his wrestling attire. The doors of the arena open before Riddick reaches them and our pours a dozen security guards. IN the midst of the sea of humanity stands PPW President Mike Melling.

RA: What's this, my own personal security?

MM: Hardly...

RA: So what then? Am I under arrrest...

MM: In a manor of speaking yes... You see, I have no problem with what happened on Mutilation 2 weeks ago... I may be working with the guy but him hitting that mat hard made even me chuckle.. But it seems that $1000 worth of chiropractice didn't sit too well with him...

RA: My heart bleeds... Well, maybe not my heart... But the rest of me by the end of the night...

MM: I think not Mr. Andrews... You see, Johnny sent me out here to tell you that you have 2 very distinct choices tonight... Forfeit your title, or forfeit your match with Colin Zale tonight...

Riddick's smile slips away, he removes his sunglasses to show eyes filled with anger.

RA: And why would I choose either?

MM: Because you must... You see, PPW rules state that whatever way you look at things the other night... It was not YOU who was victorious. First and foremost it was not you who took down the TV Title... It was Johnny...

RA: He wasn't a participant in the match...

MM: Which leads me to my next point, video footage will clearly show that TDL was the first man to take hold of the title belt. You cheated Riddick...

The crowd boos at the sentiment.

RA: What's new Mike? You know me... It's what I do...

MM: And we're more than happy to allow the result to stand no matter what your decision is. However, if you walk into this arena tonight you are officially holding he property of PPW without our consent. You will be charged with theft and taken to a local police station. If you walk away from the arena with the belt, we will drop all charges and you will still be the PPW Television Champion... If you hand me tha belt now, you can walk in here and you can fight Colin Zale tonight... The choice is yours...

Riddick holds the title in his hands, looking down on it... His fingers tracing over the name plate.. He looks up fromthe belt and considers his situation.. The look of love for the title quite apparant.

MM: There can only be one decision Riddick...

Riddick looks Melling in the eye...

RA: How right you are Mike...

He throws the title over the security, and it is caught by Melling... The President's eyes widen in horror...

MM: What the hell!? YOU GIVE UP THE TITLE!?

RA: Nothing comes between me and Zale tonight... Not even that god damn piece of tin...

Riddick barges through the security, not touching Melling at all.

MM: BIG mistake Riddick, BIG mistake... As TV Champion your job was safe... But now? Now you've as good as sealed your own demise... Both Dinucci and I want you gone, and whoever becomes President will have you removed...

Riddick stops and turns around, he looks Melling square in the eye...

RA: When that moment comes, I will be waiting with a boot for each of your asses... and a brace for both of your necks... And I can guarentee, it will be one hell of a ride...

Riddick turns and heads into the arena with a huge smile on his face... We head to the arena as the Pyro explodes as the night icks off!

DM: HELLO EVERYONE! What a night we have in store tonight!

JB: I just cant wait for the Main Event tonight!

SilenT Killer vs. Cobra vs. Ghalleon vs. Samhain

DM: Hello folks and once again welcome to Conquest, for the first match of the evening we have some new superstars facing off against one another in a Fatal Four Way matchup.

Freezing Moon plays once again and the three men make their way to the back, the fans definitely not pleased.

MATCH 2
BLOODGAMES MATCH (Stipulation to be decided by PPW co-owners)
NO. 1 CONTENDERSHIP FOR THE PPW BLOODGAMES CHAMPIONSHIP

Croc vs. Slayne Demonio

DM: As announced earlier, this match between Slayne Demonio and Croc is to be a first blood match! And, since all Croc has talked about lately is how beautiful his face is, Jesy, I look forward to this match. Croc simply just couldn't handle bleeding.

JB: Well, Donovan, Slayne can't hurt Croc's pretty face! You heard him yourself! Croc is too beautiful to have a scarred face like Slayne Demonio or James Spyder. Although, I am starting to like Slayne a lot more lately.

DM: Imagine that.

JB: Just because I happen to like winners and not losers?

DM: ....

On that note, the arena plummets into complete darkness before 5 spotlights circle around the arena. The spotlights converge onto the entrance way when the words "AUSSIE! AUSSIE! AUSSIE!" blast through the speakers, triggering a massive pyro explosion. "Breakstuff" by Limp Bizkit then hits and through the smoke remaining from the pyro, Croc emerges with a cocky swagger. Croc pauses at the top of the ramp and poses before making his way down to the ramp, giving looks of total disgust and distain for the ringside audience. Croc rolls into the ring and immediately drops to his knees in the centre of the ring, arms outstretched and with an arrogant smirk on his face.

DM: And, the self-proclaimed Aussie Icon has made his way to the ring, and it looks like he's brought his arrogance right along with him.

JB: Hell yes, he can't leave that at home!

Slayne stalks out onto the ramp as the riffs from "Downfall" blares. Slayne makes it down to about mid-ramp puts his arm about half-way outstreched raises it to chest level and then the entrance, ramp, and ring explode in pyro. He makes his way down to the ring slowly with a smile on his face as Croc points down to him, threatening him and yelling out in protest to the match stipulations. Slayne slides into the ring and before he can get to his feet, Croc begins putting the boots to his back. The bell rings and Croc continues booting Slayne. He picks him up, whips him into the ropes, and Slayne answers back with a flying clothesline.

DM: And we're under way here, everyone. I'll admit that I'm not really a fan of either of these men and what they represent, but I can't deny the fact that they--

JB: That they are impressive athletes!

Slayne, crouched down, waits for his opponent to stand. Croc stands and gets leveled with a powerful clothesline from Slayne, who seems to roar as his arm cuts across Croc's chest. Slayne then rolls out of the ring and searches under for a weapon of his choice. He comes up from under the ring with a long, thin chain, but then is surprised by a baseball slide from Croc, knocking the chain from his hands. As Slayne stands on the outside, Croc leaps out of the ring and attempts a body press. Instead, Slayne catches him in mid-air, smiles a little, and hits Croc with a fallaway slam. Croc's body slams against the barricade and he hits the floor with a thud.

JB: Impressive counter from Slayne there, Donovan.

From the entrance, suddenly comes Bloodgames Champion James Spyder. He makes his way to the announcer's table and sits between Donovan and Jesy, putting on a pair of headphones.

DM: James Spyder? What are you doing here?

JS: I'm the Bloodgames Champ, I'm doing some scouting, gentlemen.

JB: I-

JS: Shut your damn mouth, Jesy, I'm in no mood for your bitching tonight.

Slayne kneels and picks up the chain he just pulled from under the ring. He smirks again and whips the chain across Croc's back. The sound is a sickening smack followed by shrieks of pain from Croc. He lifts again and swings higher, this time the chain welting around Croc's neck. Croc shrieks again. Before Slayne can swing the chain into Croc's face, Croc kicks his leg out into Slayne's crotch in desperation, doubling Slayne over in pain. Croc takes the time to recover and grabs the chain himself. He swings once and the chain smacks Slayne across the back himself. Slayne grits his teeth, but doesn't allow a sound to come out of his mouth. Instead, he lets his face push into the floor in pain. Croc goes to swing again, but is stopped when Slayne reaches up quickly and grabs Croc by the throat. Croc's eyes bulge out in fear.

JB: Oh, man, you gotta be intimidated by that monster Slayne Demonio, James. I don't care who you are, that man is an animal. I think he could beat you.

JS: Okay, Jesy. Just remember one thing. These two men have been bitching and bitching for the past two weeks about trying to get a piece of this gold right here. And, as far as Slayne is concerned, the kid got arrogant and stupid. Perhaps it will show right here tonight.

Croc swings his foot towards Slayne's crotch again, but this time Slayne sidesteps the attack and lifts Croc up by the throat with one hand, and throws him out into the fans. The fans, rather than letting Croc bodysurf on them, throw him back to the other side of the barricade. Croc lands face first onto the floor. Slayne walks around the ring and grabs a chair from the announcer's table. He walks back over to Croc, who is just starting to get up. He swings and the chair smacks against Croc's forehead, but no blood is drawn. Instead, Croc slowly falls backwards onto the floor again. Slayne slides the chair into the ring before throwing Croc in after it.

DM: I can tell we're going to see a violent offensive from Slayne Demonio. Croc doesn't seem to be familiar with the hardcore wrestling style.

JS: Then he doesn't need to be fighting for the Bloodgames Championship in any way, shape, or form.

JB: You wait and see, he'll come around.

Pulling Croc to his feet, Slayne puts him between his legs and piledrives him onto the steel chair. He checks to see if he's bleeding, then rolls out of the ring and rummages underneath. He pulls out a table and slides it off to the side. He then pulls out a trash can full of weapons like broomsticks, another chair, a croquet mallet, and a roll of barbed wire. He throws the trash can and all of its contents minus the barbed wire into the ring, then slides in after it. He empties the contents and waits as Croc gets up. Holding the trash can over his head, Slayne steps forward... then, he's taken by surprise as Croc levels him with a superkick! The trash can drops out of his hands to the ring and he falls on his back.

JB: Crockick!

DM: The element of surprise used there by Croc, or perhaps it was just out of instinct, but Croc regained some recovery time nonetheless. Let's see if he can get on the offensive now.

Croc takes the trash can in his hands and waits for Slayne to get up. He gets up. Croc swings, and connects with the back of Slayne's head! Slayne stumbles forward and Croc drops the trash can, sprinting forward and bulldogging Slayne's face into the mat. He stands and grabs the new chair in his hands. He steps over and smacks the chair against the back of his opponent's head. The chair thuds against Slayne's head and Slayne rolls over on his back. Croc swings again, this time missing by inches as the chair ricochets off the mat and flies across the ring. Slayne stands, is whipped into the ropes by Croc, and spinebustered onto the other used chair in the middle of the ring. Slayne archs his back in pain and Croc stands with an arrogant smile.

JS: That's a nice move there, but he isn't going to make Slayne Demonio bleed with a spinebuster. He needs to follow up and start working towards breaking the skin on Slayne's face. Slayne has been working on Croc's face this whole match. He's doing the smart thing when he's got the advantage.

DM: Exactly right, Spyder, if Croc wants to win the match, he better start concentrating a little more.

JB: Quit hatin' on my boy.

Croc bounces from the ropes, leaps forward, aaaand... is caught by Slayne! Slayne holds Croc up in his arms for a few moments, then puts an arm up to Croc's face, and Spinebusters him violently to the mat, his hand shoving Croc's face as he does so. The back of Croc's head bounces off the mat and Croc immediately covers his head in pain. Slayne stands above his fallen victim with a cold stare. He glances up and transfers the stare into James Spyder's eyes. He walks slowly to the ropes, leaning against them and pointing his finger at Spyder. Spyder stands himself.

JS: You better just concentrate on your problem at hand, Slayne. Quit focusing on me or it'll get you caught offguard.

Slayne turns back around and picks Croc up. He whips him into the ropes, bouncing off the ropes himself and the two meet in the center of the ring with Slayne goring Croc nearly out of his wrestling boots! Croc rolls to the outside of the ring, holding his stomach and complaining the entire time. Slayne now turns his focus back to Spyder, pointing at him and then pointing at his waist, letting Spyder know that he is going to take the title from him. In response, Spyder laughs and shrugs with no response.

DM: Spyder and Demonio exchanging words here, but I really do think Slayne needs to focus a little more on Croc.

JB: For once I agree with you, Donovan. He can't keep showboating for Spyder.

He turns back around and slides out of the ring, grabbing the table he had earlier taken from the ring, and slides it back into the ring. Following that, he slides into the ring and sets the table up in the middle. Once he turns from setting the table, Croc is running after him. By pure instinct, Slayne ducks and back body drops Croc over the table and onto the ring canvas. Croc bounces up and seems to curse in frustration. Demonio then makes his way over to Croc, kneeling to pick him up. Croc responds by punching him in the face with the chain that Demonio had pulled from under the ring! Demonio stumbles backwards onto his back and holds his face. Croc orders the ref to check for blood. None. Croc looks up in frustration and then jumps forward, pounding his fists into Demonio's head with the chain wrapped around it.

JB: There you go, Croc. That's how you make him bleed!

Slayne blocks a punch, stands with his hand clenched around Croc's fist. Croc stares at Slayne as he tries to break loose and fails. Croc kicks him in the crotch and jumps up, hitting a jumping DDT onto the handle of the broomstick, which is propped up against the side of the trash can. The handle breaks apart and Slayne lies, face first on the mat. Again, Croc orders the ref to check for blood. Again, none. Croc pulls Slayne up and calls for his finishing move through the table. He lifts him onto his shoulders.

DM: I think this is called the Death Roll, Jesy.

JB: I think this is going to be cool, Donovan. So shut up and watch.

Before Croc can execute the move, Slayne slides out of his arms and behind him. He picks Croc up and hits a release German Suplex onto the trash can, which causes it to collapse! He glances over at Spyder, pointing at him with a smile, before running against the ropes and absolutely NAILING Croc with the Hellseeker for the second time in the match. Croc's body falls limply against the turnbuckle. Slayne picks Croc up and sets him up for the Devour Driver, pointing directly at Spyder. Spyder stands, and without flinching, nods slowly. Just as he nods, it seems, Croc has countered the maneuver and hits an explosive DDT through the table!

DM: OH MY GOD! WHAT A COUNTER!

JB: Croc just saved his ass! And he may have made Slayne bleed!

Croc orders the ref to check. No blood yet seen by the referee. Croc picks Slayne up to his feet and as quickly as Croc hit a DDT, Slayne suddenly grabs Croc up, and spins him around, slamming him violently into the canvas!

JB: DEVOUR DRIVER! DEVOUR DRIVER!

DM: That's gotta be it!

JS: Wrong answer. That move isn't going to make Croc bleed!

JB: But that right there sure as hell will!

Slayne has rolled to the outside of the ring and returned with the roll of barbed wire. He stalks his prey with the roll of barbed wire and stands over Croc. Croc rolls over. Slayne swings. Misses! Croc rolls to the side and grabs the first thing he sees. He gutchecks Demonio with the hammer's handle to allow himself to get up. He stands and violently swings the mallet, smashing the barbed wire into Slayne's face! Slayne stumbles backward and wipes at his face with his hands, blood already flowing from his head. The bell rings.

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY FIRST BLOOD - Croc

DM: Croc beat him?

JB: Croc just made Slayne bleed! With the cro...quet... mallet?

Croc, in the ring, stares at the croquet mallet in horror as he stares at James Spyder, who is standing at the announce table and glaring into Croc's eyes. Slayne at this time has thrown the roll of barbed wire across the ring with a crimson mask on his face. Croc takes a step forward toward Spyder and Slayne blindsides him with a chair to the head. Croc stumbles backward and Slayne grabs him by the throat. He picks him up again and slams him down to the ground with the Chokeslam. Croc bounces off the mat and rolls onto his stomach. Slayne takes the opportunity to sit on Croc's back and applies The Life Syphon. The whole time, his dead, cold eyes are concentrated on James Spyder. In response, James ignores him, walking around the ring and up the ramp.

JB: Croc is the number one contender for the Bloodgames Championship!

DM: Yes he is, but he sure doesn't look like a number one contender right now. Security on its way down to get Slayne off of him.

JB: And he used James Spyder's trademarked weapon, Donovan! He used the croquet mallet to defeat Slayne Demonio! How big of a slap in the face do you think that is to James!?

DM: Who knows? It's hard to tell what James Spyder is thinking, Jesy.

MATCH 3
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

Shane Kast vs. Lightning vs. "Supreme" Curtis Hayz

DM: Good that was a hideous bloodbath ! They might just run out of stitches at the local medical center because of this.

JB: Poor Croc ! His face got mangled ! Just imagine all of the scars he's going to have to look at now !

DM: You mean all of the scars that he's going to cover up with make up, don't you Jesy ?

JB: Well…yeah…but I just didn't want to say it.

DM: Always the politician Jesy. That point aside we're up to the match that has consequences that reach far beyond tonight Jesy.

JB: It sure does Donnie. This match can mean a lot for all three men involved. Obviously Kast has the most to gain from it; he's had one hell of a roll going his way lately. To lose tonight would definitely hurt that badly, especially if he were to lose to Lightning. The feud between Kast and Lightning has been intense, if one should pin the other tonight it would send out a loud statement. You have to believe that Riddick is going to watch this match with some degree of interest. It's always good to know who you have to prepare for.

DM: Very true Jesy. With all that said let's get to the match !

The lights go out and the sound of rain can be heard hitting the ground while a blue strobe light flashes around the entrances and there is a slight mist in the air. Suddenly there is a burst of Blue pyros and Debonair by Dope hits the speakers. "Supreme" then steps through the entrance way with his long black hair hanging in his face, pausing for a moment to take in the roar of the crowd he then heads down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring.

DM: Hayz hasn't said much this week in regards to this match and I for one am still very surprised by it. This is a huge chance for him to show that he deserves not only to get a shot like this but also that he should have been welcomed back into PPW. So far he hasn't made a very good showing of it.

JB: This is his chance to prove that he deserves it then. It won't be easy though, both Lightning and Shane Kast are two of the most promising young talents in PPW.

DM: That they are Jesy but speaking of Lightning he's been making a lot of enemies lately. You have to wonder if that's going to come back to haunt him.

JB: Very true Donno…at some point that could come back to bite him on the ass. Look at the bright side though…if it does it'll definitely tell him exactly where he is as opposed to where he thinks he is.

DM: That may be Jesy…but he might be in a full body cast afterward.

Inside the ring Hayz is pacing around the ring waiting for his two opponents to arrive. He doesn't have long to wait as the lights dim. As the echo of thunder goes though out the arena, a bolt of lightning suddenly hits the entrance and the music picks up and a figure steps out wearing lightning designed wrestling gear. The crowd starts to boo loudly, voicing an incredible dislike for the man standing on the ramp. Lightning smiles at this and strides down to the ring, hopping up onto the ring apron and climbing into the ring where he immediately walks up to Hayz and slaps him hard across the face. Hayz snaps backwards and stumbles hard into the corner. Lightning is on him in less that a second, whaling away with a barrage of rights and lefts.

DM: They started without Shane Kast ! If he doesn't hurry up he's going to miss it !

JB: Wait a minute…here he comes !

Shane doesn't even wait for his music to cue up, he comes tearing down the ramp at breakneck speed and leaps up onto the apron and flips over the top rope and into the ring. He lands on both feet across from Hayz and Lightning, who are still in the midst of slugging it out with each other. Shane waits for the two of them to move out to center ring and signals to the crowd by pointing at the two men who are below him. He turns and faces the crowd on the turnbuckle then looks behind himself briefly before launching himself off of the turnbuckle and flattening both men with a beautiful moonsault. Shane immediately pops up and pulls Hayz to his feet, immediately burying his foot into the site of Hayz head with a vicious buzz saw kick. The foot connects with a vicious crack that snaps Hayz head back and knocks him back off of his feet. Shane immediately hauls the badly dazed Hayz to his feet and throws him unceremoniously over the top rope and to the floor.

DM: Kast is on fire so far !

JB: That takes care of Hayz for now…but Lightning is far from done.

Shane turns around after getting a loud pop from the crowd only to meet with a kick to the stomach from Lightning. When Kast doubles over he wraps an arm around his head and pulls him into a standing suplex. He holds the move for a few moments to allow the blood to rush to Shane's head and then drops to the mat roughly and spikes him with a vicious brainbuster that shakes the ring. Shane lands hard and clutches at the top of his head in obvious pain. Lightning gets back to his feet and stands over Shane, bending over long enough to slap him roughly across the face before standing up and showboating for the crowd, who respond to him with a torrent of very loud boos.

DM: The momentum seems to have swung back to Lightning for the moment, but he shouldn't showboat over Kast so much.

JB: You're definitely right about that ! He should know by now that Kast isn't so easy to keep down.

Lightning suddenly tips backwards, flapping his arms wildly to rebalance himself. Unfortunately for him he fails miserably and drops straight onto his back as Shane rolls him up and pushes his weight down on him.

DM: Kast caught him totally off guard with that roll up !

JB: Lightning took too much time to gloat and got caught for it. He'd better be more careful with that if he doesn't want to get pinned quickly.

DM: Only a two count Jesy ! Lightning barely kicked out ! Kast caught him totally off guard and almost got him.

Lightning barely kicks out and rolls away, coming up on his knees with an infuriated look on his face. Shane leans down and pats him on the face much to the approval of the crowd and then backs up two steps and gestures for Lightning to get up and come after him. Lightning stands up and says something to Shane, who merely responds by shrugging his shoulders at his aggravated opponent in an indifferent manner. Lightning advances on him and the two tie up into a collar and elbow tie up. The two push back and forth for a moment before Lightning pushes forward very hard on Shane who just leans back with it and tosses Lightning effortlessly off of his shoulder with a classic Japanese arm drag. Lightning comes back to his feet looking even more frustrated than he had previously been. Shane leans forward and once again obnoxiously pats him on the face before backing off and leaning against the turnbuckle.

DM: Kast is really playing head games with Lightning. Every chance he gets he yanks on his chain a little bit. It appears to be working too.

JB: Yes it does and Lightning looks like every time he gets out done by Kast gets him one step closer to blowing a gasket.

Lightning stands up and walks over to Shane then rears back and smacks him hard across the face, laughing as he does so. He backs up a couple of steps with a grin on his face as Kast rubs his jaw and runs his tongue along the inside of his mouth, smiling all the while. He steps back out into the ring and the two circle for a while. The two finally lunge at each other and tie up again. This time Lightning comes out on top and lands a quick huricanrana. Shane flips over and hits the mat hard on his back but immediately kips up to his feet only to be dropkicked by Lightning, sending him back to the mat. Shane once again kips up and barely dodges a clothesline then throws a foot out backwards and kicks Lightning hard in the jaw with standing back kick. Lightning's head snaps back violently and smacks off the turnbuckle causing it to whip forward again. Shane responds to it by wrapping his arms around Lightning's waist and flipping him over onto his shoulders and the back of his head with a German Suplex. Lightning lands hard and rolls over onto his stomach much to the delight of the crowd, which cheers Shane loudly. Shane looks out at the crowd and smiles before moving over to the corner of the ring and waiting for Lightning to stir.

DM: Kast has definitely swung the momentum his way again, this has been a very back and forth match between these two.

JB: Yeah, and Hayz is still sucking floor mat on the outside. That kick he took from Kast must have caught him squarely on the temple because he's been out for a good four minutes already.

DM: You bet he has Jesy and now it looks like Shane is setting up for something to put Lightning away with.

Shane stands at a crouch in the corner with one hand on the top rope and an almost predatory smile on his face. He waits a few moments as Lightning begins to stir, all the while gesturing to the crowd and getting them even more hyped up. Lightning finally pulls his hands up and uses them to push himself to his knees but just as he does so Shane flies out of the corner and smashes him squarely in the side of the head with a hard Shining Wizard. The impact from the move is so violent that it flips Lightning over onto his stomach before rolling him over onto his back again and causes the crowd to "Owwww!" along with the move. Shane gets back to his feet and walks over to Lightning, pulling his groggy rival up to his feet. He punches Lightning stiffly in the solar plexus and doubles him over then lifts him up into a piledriver position.

DM: It looks like he's going to follow up that harsh Shining Wizard with the "Kast-22". If he lands this it could be over !

JB: It's certainly a good strategy.

Shane goes to drop Lightning but doesn't get the chance because Lighting starts to squirm until he finally squirms off of his shoulders and spins him around, planting a kick solidly into his stomach. He pushes Shane's head down and signals for the "Strike of Lightning" with an absolutely sick smile on his face. He pushes down and bends his legs to start the move only to have Shane throw a shoulder between his legs and lift him up onto his shoulders before spinning him down and sitting out, planting Lightning onto his head with the "Kast-22". Lightning lands in a heap and Shane drops over him and throws an arm across his chest.

DM: Kast countered Lightning's counter attempt into the "Strike of Lightning" and just planted him with the "Kast-22" ! What a sequence ! This could be it right here Jesy !

JB: That certainly was a nice sequence there and once again Kast gets the better of Lightning.

DM: Here's the count ! One…two…

JB: Where they hell did Hayz come from ?!

DM: Apparently he's not quite out yet Jesy and he just flattened Shane Kast with that springboard legdrop.

Hayz pulls Shane to his feet and wraps his arms around Shane's head then turns him around and runs up the turnbuckle before back flipping off and driving the back of his head into the mat with a hard inverted DDT. He immediately pulls Shane back up and signals for the turnbuckle again then runs up it and flips over again, driving Shane's face into the mat. Shane lands roughly and flips over onto his back. Instead of pinning him though Hayz turns around and looks at Lightning with a smile on his face. He walks over to Lightning and pulls him up before stepping back and smashing him in the jaw with a ring shaking superkick. Lightning never gets the chance to fall back because Hayz is immediately on him, running up the turnbuckle and smashing him face first into the canvas with his version of the Acid Drop.

DM: Hayz came totally out of nowhere and has taken this match over completely ! He might steal a win here Jesy.

JB: It was a hell of a sequence by Hayz. Whether he was playing possum on the outside or not, it didn't matter because Shane Kast and Lightning forgot all about him in their zeal to top one another. It allowed Curtis Hayz to sneak in the back door on the both of them. He may have put them both away out of nowhere. This would be a real upset victory Donnie.

DM: It sure would Jesy. No one even counted him as a serious contender in this match.

JB: Well, in three short seconds he could be the victor here because here's the referee !

DM: One !

JB: Two !

Both: Thre… NO !!!

DM: Another Shining Wizard by Kast to break up the pin attempt and he looks pissed !

JB: He sure does ! He's got "Supreme" up on his feet now.

DM: Wait a minute ! He just dropped Hayz with his own "Raining Supreme" move and then tossed him out of the ring again !

JB: I see a pattern forming here. Kast and Lightning want to beat each other so badly that they just keep throwing "Supreme" out like he's in the way every time he gets involved.

"Supreme" lands in a heap on the outside and Shane turns back to Lightning. He grabs Lightning around his head and starts to pull him to his feet but gets flattened by a low blow that drops him to his knees.

DM: Oh come on ! That was totally uncalled for !

JB: Maybe so Donnie, but even you have to admit that it turned the momentum back into Lightning's favor. It may have been a cheap shot, but it served the purpose that Lightning did it for.

Lightning walks around the ring and mocks the crowd, who are furiously booing him. He finally walks back to Shane and pulls him up and then hauls back and smacks him hard across the face. The slap draws a hateful glare from Kast but he never gets the chance to follow up on it because Lighting immediately bounces off the ropes and kicks him violently in the side of the face, knocking him back to the mat. He bends back over Shane and slaps him again before picking him up and throwing him over onto his back with a suplex. He pops his hips and stands up, pulling Shane back up wit him. He flips over backwards and lands another suplex and then does the move again. After completing the triple suplex he stands back up and kicks Shane in the side of his head again before running up the turnbuckle. He looks down at Shane for a moment before flying off the turnbuckle and crashing into Shane with a textbook Frogsplash that shakes the ring. He hooks Shane's leg and goes for the pin.

DM: He could have him here !

JB: There's the referee ! One…Two…

DM: No ! Kast kicked out of it and Lightning looks irate ! He's really letting referee Adrian Carlson have it.

JB: He should focus on Shane Kast because he's giving him all of the time in the world to recover.

Lightning suddenly staggers forward as Shane drills him in the side of the head with an enziguri. He immediately wraps his arms around Lightning's neck and shoulder and lifts him over head, dropping him hard onto the back of his head with a perfect Taz-Plex. Shane doesn't let go from that move, instead he repositions his arms around Lightning's waist and flips him back over with a perfect German Suplex that he rolls through it and places Lighting in the "Kast of Pain". Lightning immediately begins to yell in pain and thrash around within the hold.

DM: Lightning is screaming like a stuck pig right now.

Shane holds the move for a few moments before pulling Lightning to his feet and pulling him up overhead and setting him onto the turnbuckle. He punches him twice in the face and then leaps up onto the ropes and wraps an arm around his neck, kicking off the turnbuckle. He pulls Lightning off with him and drives him face first into the mat with a top rope spiked DDT. He immediately pulls Lightning up and pulls him overhead. He smiles out to the crowd before sitting out and driving Lightning down head first with the "Kast-22". He immediately leaps back to his feet and hops up onto the top rope. He signals out to the crowd and leaps off the top turnbuckle, crashing down into the inert Lightning with the "Six- Thirty" Flipping Senton.

DM: This match has to be over Jesy.

JB: If it is then Kast doesn't know it because he's pulling Lightning back up again.

Shane gets Lightning into position for the "The End!" and signals out to the crowd. They respond with a thunderous cheer that quadruples in intensity as Shane leaps up and flattens Lightning out on the canvas and then rolls him over and goes for the pin.

DM: This could be it ! We could have the final contender for the Television Title match !

JB: Here's the count….

DM: No ! Hayz breaks the count up again !

Curtis Hays flies into the ring and elbows Shane in the back of his head. He pulls Shane up into position for the "Raining Supreme" again. He goes to run up the side of the turnbuckle again except this time Shane grabs him around the waist when he goes to kick off the turnbuckle and slams Hayz down onto his back with a backdrop. Shane immediately pulls Hayz up and drops him hard with "The End!" but doesn't roll him up, instead he pulls him back up and drops him with the "The End!" again and follows it up by tossing him out of the ring again. He turns around and looks at Lightning, who is just beginning to stir. Shane looks down at him and hops up onto the turnbuckle and then leaps off and connects with another "Six-Thirty" senton. He stands up and signals for "The End!" again to a massive cheer from the crowd.

DM: It looks like Shane Kast will advance to the Number One Contender's match for the Television Title !

Kast pulls the limp body of Lightning up and once again drops him with "The End!", rolling him over and getting the easy three count.

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Shane Kast

DM: There's the three ! Shane Kast has won the right to face five other men later tonight !

JB: That should be one hell of a match Donnie ! I can't wait to see that !

The referee raises the hand of Shane Kast to an enormous cheer from the crowd and slides under the top rope to celebrate with his fans at ringside. Inside the ring Lightning is starting to stir and he looks enraged and embarrassed. Lightning sits on the mat glaring at Kast with a hateful expression on his face when suddenly the lights over the ring dim for no apparent reason and the sound of mocking clapping is heard over the speakers. The fans great the voice with a thunderous cheer and ovation, shaking the arena to the rafters until nothing else can be heard.

Voice: Bravo Lightning. Congratulations on a job well done.

The clapping continues as Lightning slowly looks up to see who's speaking to him. When he finally looks at the PPW tron his look of anger turns to one of outright fury.

DM: It's Colin Zale !

JB: What the hell is he doing up there ? Doesn't he have a match to prepare for ?

DM: Apparently he has something he wants to say to Lightning.

Zale looks down on Lightning with a utterly obnoxious smirk on his face. Outside the ring Shane Kast is looking at the whole scene with an ear to ear smile on his face. Lightning can do no more than stand in the ring and sputter in anger. Zale finally looks at Shane and nods his head and gets one back after Shane slides back into the ring and hops up onto the turnbuckle, lying across them with his arms folded across the back of his head.

CZ: That was certainly an impressive bit of ring work there Lightning. You certainly made a hell of a case for the Television Title tonight. Bravo on a job well done.

Lightning opens his mouth to say something but Zale cuts him off with a raise of his hand.

CZ: Shut it kid, no one wants to hear what you have to say, least of all since you can't back it up.

Lightning goes to open his mouth up again but Zale holds his hand up again.

CZ: I told you to shut up. I'm not even remotely interested in what idiocy you want to spit at me so be a good boy and keep your normally overactive trap shut.

Lightning turns and says something to Kast as Kast audibly laughs at him and claps at what Zale says. Kast just shrugs his shoulders and smiles obnoxiously. Zale snaps his fingers a couple of times to get Lightning's attention again.

CZ: Hey…up here little boy. Pay attention when I speak to you.

Lightning turns around looking like he's going to blow a gasket but doesn't say anything.

CZ: Seeing as you're always shooting your mouth off about wanting the spotlight I thought I'd do you a little favor, especially now that you could use a little pick me up.

The ring is suddenly bathed in light as a spotlight covers Lightning, temporarily blinding him. The crowd and Shane Kast respond in the same way to the light…they burst out laughing. Up on the PPWtron Zale stands with his arms folded across his chest and an absolute prick smirk on his face. Lightning's expression is impossible to see because his face is covered up by the spotlight.

CZ: There's the spotlight you're always telling everyone that you want. Don't say I never gave you anything.

The PPWtron fades to darkness as does the spotlight to show an absolutely livid Lightning standing in center ring, his face a dark shade of near purple red. All around him the arena is echoing with the sounds of hysterical laughter, including Shane Kast. This fact does not go unnoticed by Lightning, who immediately spins on his heel and glares at his arch rival. Kast responds by dropping down off the turnbuckle to his feet and facing Lightning with his arms folded across his chest and an arrogant smile on his face. Lightning immediately begins to jaw at Shane.

DM: That has to be one of the funniest things I've ever seen in PPW.

JB: Are you kidding ? That was horrible…he embarrassed the poor kid.

DM: You can't say that he didn't have it coming Jesy, Lightning has been talking trash to Zale for weeks. The veteran just showed him the meaning of the old axiom of "there's more than one way to skin a cat".

JB: I have a feeling that this is going to start something between Zale and Lightning and it's not going to be pretty.

DM: It'll be interesting to see how this all plays out now.

Lightning walks to within a few steps of and starts to yell at him, Kast just reacts to him by putting his hand up in front of his mouth and gesturing a yawn at him. As this is happening the crowd goes from laughter to loud cheering and applause. Lightning doesn't react to it as he is too focused on taking his anger over being embarrassed out on Kast, whom he is not happy with to begin with. He advances on Kast and grabs his shoulder, rearing back to strike him. Kast reacts by lifting his arm and pointing outward over Lightning's shoulder. Lightning is so focused on his anger that he ignores the apparent warning.

DM: Oh no…this is about to get really interesting.

JB: This is definitely not good for Lightning…

Lightning rears back to strike Kast again but once again Kast reaches up and points over his shoulder with a smile on his face. Lightning once again ignores it, instead pulling Kast out to center ring. He once again rears back to strike Kast but this time when he goes to throw the punch his arm doesn't move. He tries again and once again his arm doesn't move. It is only at this time that he realizes that something very bad is very likely about to happen to him. He slowly turns his head to see the smiling face of Colin Zale staring back at him…and it is not a smile of friendship. It is a smile of impending destruction.

DM: We might want to have a medic team standing by for this…

JB: Unfortunately for Lightning he has nowhere to go and I myself saw that look once before…

DM: When was that Jesy ?

JB: Right before he knocked my teeth down my throat with his Singapore Cane.

DM: Oh…

Lightning turns to face Colin full on and takes a wild swing at him. Colin ducks it easily and buries a punch deep into the solar plexus of the mouthy upstart, driving the air painfully from his lungs. Lightning doubles over in pain and Zale turns him around while wrapping his arms around Lightning's waist and lifting him into an inverted Tombstone position. The crowd roars at what they think is coming and Shane claps his hands. Zale stands up onto his toes and drops Lightning hard onto the top of his head with a perfect Tombstone Piliedriver.

DM: Tombstone ! There's your lesson Lightning !

JB: Wait Donnie…Zale isn't done yet !

Almost as rapidly as they land Zale immediately stands up and hefts Lightning up into a position for a Last Ride powerbomb. He holds the move for a few seconds before suddenly sitting out. Half way through his drop he follows through, almost throwing Lightning through the canvas with an absolutely vicious sit out Last Ride variation that resembles the Batista Bomb on the way down. Lightning slams hard into the canvas but doesn't stop, the force of his momentum carries him through the canvas and down onto the floor. The crowd sees this and while collectively holding their breath for a solid minute they suddenly explode into a thunderous cheer.

DM: Oh my god ! He just through Lightning through the canvas with that move !! God was that brutal !

JB: That move hurts me just thinking about it Donnie…

Zale stands up from the move and gestures for Shane to come over to him. Shane does so and Zale grabs his hand, holding his arm up and pointing at him while mouthing the words "The Future" and the crowd continues to cheer, blocking out all other sound in the arena.

MID-CARD MAIN EVENT
BLOODGAMES MATCH (Stipulation to be chosen by James Spyder)
PPW BLOODGAMES CHAMPIONSHIP

James Spyder (c) vs. Johnny Pyro vs. Moochie

The crowd sit back and wait in anticipation of the Bloodgames Championship match that is to follow as "Fire" by Alice Cooper hits as 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. He struts cockily down the ramp and rolls into the ring.

DM: I'm really looking forward to this match AND the return of James Spyder!

JB: Me too dude, this should be one hell of a fight...

The arena falls dark except for a dim red line stretching across the screen, the crowd grows quiet… "Push me over the edges" The crowd lets out a small pop "Push me over the edges" The stage erupts in bright red pyro shooting towards the entranceway, the red line comes to life shooting up and down like an erratic heart monitor to the sound of the heavy beat. The pyro dies down and Moochie is standing in the smoke with Chino by his side. Chino has his black spiky collar and a lead attached to it. Moochie makes his way down to the ring, slapping the hands of some fans while he passes. He gets to the ring and lifts Chino up then slides underneath the bottom rope and ties up Chino to the corner ring post. Moochie then slides in the ring and pulls a couple of poses for the fans... Finally, his weapon of choice is revealed... A set of brass knuckles strapped to each hand.

DM: The ever popular little latino getting his first shot at PPW gold tonight!

JB: He's got a grate chance, both men have if they can avoid Spyder...

The crowd begin to boil, they know exactly what is coming next... The music takes just moments to hit but the time feels like a life time... When finally, Ticks & Leeches by Tool hits and the crowd absolutly explode... James Spyder makes his way out onto the ramp with the PPW Bloodgames Championship around his hand as he holds them in the air! His eyes focus on the ring, the Croquet Mallet in his hand...

DM: You know, I just realised that Johnny Pyro hasn't revealed his weapons yet!

JB: That is an excellent point Well made Donovan...

Spyder stands motionless in the ring... Pyro and Moochie look at each other and then at Spyder... They begin to formulate a plan... 2 on 1 on James Spyder. They both smile as they move towards Spyder... Moochie moves slightly ahead of Pyro who stops in his tracks. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out an extending baton!

DM: Well looks like we know what weapon Pyro chose!

JB: A good choice I feel...

James Spyder lifts his hand up and points at Moochie. He mouths the word duck as Pyro swings the baton. Moochie drops his head and Pyro swings wildly and misses.

DM: WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT!?

JB: Pyro was going back on the deal...

Moochie's head snaps in his direction looking angry. Pyro swings again, Moochie again ducks and begins a flurry of rights and lefts... They begin in the stomach , up to the ribs, to the jaw ending with a major double fist punch to the forehead... Pyro staggers for a moment before Spyder moves, he nails Pyro in the head with the head of the croquet mallet.

Moochie turns to high 5 Spyder who just looks at him like he has 2 heads. Moochie withdraws the high five and backs up and puts thumbs up... Spyder cracks his neck. Both men stand off from one another before James moves forward and swings a punch at Moochie who blocks the blow and fires back with a punch of his own, those knucklesbouncing off Spyder's head. He grabs Spyder in a waistlock and lifts him before dropping him on his stomach, Moochie shifts forward and grabs Spyder in a headlock but Spyder pushes Moochie forward and, holding onto the arm, pulls him into a hammerlock.

DM: Wow, some straight forward wrestling, and a nice reversal there by Spyder.

We head backstage where Riddick Andrews is stood. He is looking at his own reflection in a mirror in his lockeroom... A puzzled yet curious look covers his face.

RA: What the hell is this...

JD: Just a little gift Riddick... Something for you to make use of before this big match tonight.

Dinucci enters the room, his voice coming from the entrance to the lockeroom. Riddick's head turns to the side, looking down towards his shoulder taking in the things that Dinucci has to say.

JD: I want you to look at yourself and realise just what you will become if you do not do what you've been asked to do Riddick. I don't know who this master is... And quite frankly I don't care... All I know is that he wants the same as me and I'm happy to allow him to use you to get it. You turned your back on me and once your job is done tonight I will get rid of you... Mike told you that earlier... We both want you out of PPW. Your days here are numbered...

RA: Really? Numbered... That is quite ironic that you say that my days are numbered... You see, whether or not I am victorious tonight... YOUR days are numbered... Whether or not I am successful in the plans set forth by my... Master... YOUR days are numbered... And whether or not you fire me... YOUR days are numbered... You are the marked man Johnny... Not I. We find ourselves at a cross roads in our relationship... And it is one that we can't both find a way out of unscathed...

Riddick turns and circles... Dinucci backs away slowly, Riddick is now between he and the door... Dinucci continues to move backwards... Suddenly, Riddick lurches forwards, never touching his boss... Dinucci stumbles back into the mirror... It falls and smashes on the ground...

RA: It looks like your 7 years bad luck starts tonight Johnnny...

Riddick smiles and turns, he walks out of the room with a smile upon his face.

JD: Ladiers and gentlemen, I do not wish to interupt your evening... However, as you all know earlier tonight Riddick Andrews forfit his PPW Television Championship...

A chorus of boos fill the arena...

JD: Whether you like it or not, I do not want another vacant PPW title... Therefore tonight, I decree that the PPW Television Champion will be the winner of this steel cage match... I thank you very much...

DM: WHAT!? AN IMPROPTU TITLE MATCH!?

MATCH 5
CAGE MATCH
PPW TV CHAMPIONSHIP

Baldur vs. The Dark Lotus

DM: Well, Baldur and The Dark Lotus will be facing one another inside a cage. I must admit, I have no idea who will win this match. It could go either way. These two men have been very impressive.

JB: Of course. I love watching people beat the crap out of one another until they can't breathe. Let's get this clambake started!

DM: And not only that, Jesy, but this match will be for the PPW Television Championship, as announced.

The arena lights cut to a dim orange as the electronic drones of Baldur's theme music begin to play over the speaker system. The orange begins to grow darker and sways over the audience like rays of heat. Baldur makes a simple, medium-paced stride towards the ring, all while the light goes darker. Baldur reaches the centre of the ring, the light has reached a crimson red and the music has grown to a defeaning volume, it all seems in anticipation of something when everything dies. The lights go out, the music turns off.

DM: That's an eerie entrance. I don't know what to think after that.

Lotus walks into the arena with all the ights turned off. The only light is that from the stairway, the sky boxes and the dim spotlight on Lotus. Lotus walks to the ring and steps over the top rope, as he does this the ring fills with smoke.

JB: And that entrance is just as eerie as Baldur's!

The cage begins to lower as The Dark Lotus and Baldur stand at opposite sides of the ring, eyes locked on one another.

JB: This is one of the matches I'm looking forward to here, Donovan. I just want to see them beat each other to death!

DM: You're an idiot, Jesy. Sadly, I agree with you in that I am also looking forward to this match. Look at the size difference between these two men, though!

The two men step forward in the middle of the ring. Baldur stares up at Lotus and Lotus returns the stare with an expressionless glare of his own. The bell rings as the cage is lowered completely around the ring. In one sudden motion the two men lock arms. TDL almost immediately lifts his knee into Baldur's gut. He whips him into the ropes. Baldur, bouncing off the ropes, sprints back towards TDL and shoulderblocks him. TDL stumbles back, but manages to stay on his feet. He tilts his head and stares at Baldur. Baldur bounces off the ropes again, this time flying forward with a powerful flying clothesline. TDL falls onto his back. Baldur immediately takes the opportunity and picks TDL up, grabbing him by his hair. He turns, and throws TDL face first into the cage.

DM: Wow! Baldur is not intimidated at all by The Dark Lotus! He's made the first impact on the match. Maybe he can keep the tempo up and weaken his opponent.

JB: Shut up, Donovan! Why don't you just jinx him!

Picking TDL up again by his hair, Baldur wraps an arm around his head. Before he can do anything else, TDL turns and whips Baldur into the ropes. As Baldur comes back again, TDL responds with a powerslam! He stands quickly and stares down at Baldur, fan approval cheering in the arena. He then picks Baldur up and lifts him up into a military press. Circling around the ring, TDL then drops Baldur face first into the canvas. After a moment of allowing Baldur to recover a little, TDL picks him up again and throws him face first into the cage, just as Baldur had done to him! He crashes face first and bounces back into a falling neckbreaker from TDL!

DM: Excellent series of moves there by The Dark Lotus!

TDL immediately begins setting the boots to Baldur, trapping him between the ring apron and the cage that surrounds the ring.

JB: He's got nowhere to go, Donovan! That's not fair!

DM: There are no rules in this match, Jesy. What the hell's wrong with you?

Finally, TDL allows Baldur to stand on the other side of the ropes. He smirks a little before charging forward suddenly and absolutely smashing Baldur into the cage with his massive body! Baldur falls forward against the ropes as TDL runs back against the other side of the ring, sprinting back and... another body splash on Baldur! Baldur, after this shot, simply falls to the apron and stares up at TDL.

JB: C'mon Baldur, get up!

DM: Those were some devastating splashes from The Dark Lotus. I'm telling you, he's really using his size to his advantage right now, Jesy.

TDL reaches between the top and middle ropes to grab Baldur by his head. Instead, Baldur surprises him with a low blow! TDL stays bent over between the ropes and Baldur rolls under. He stands and grabs TDL by his shoulder and waist, throwing him head first into the cage. TDL falls to the other side of the ropes on the apron and lies in pain. Baldur, not letting up, bounces from the opposite side of the ring and hits a well-executed baseball slide that smashes TDL's body against the cage roughly. He walks over and climbs to the top turnbuckle.

DM: What's he gonna do now?

JB: I don't know, but I'm liking the looks of this!

TDL stands up and only gets a glance up at Baldur before Baldur leaps from the top turnbuckle and missile dropkicks him into the cage! Baldur lands in the ring and TDL manages to roll back into the ring since the apron is only working against him. Grabbing TDL by the hair again, Baldur whips him into the turnbuckle. He charges after. Spear!

DM: He speared him right into that damned turnbuckle!

JB: Excellent move, in my opinion, by Baldur!

TDL stumbles forward and Baldur measures his man. He puts an arm around his head and starts to lift him up into a vertical suplex. He's blocked! Baldur tries to lift him again. TDL blocks once more. Now, TDL lifts Baldur up into the air. And, suplexes him right into the cage! Baldur lands hard on his upper back and lower neck. TDL stands and stares down at Baldur. The fans respond to the move with cheers of approval. TDL then begins climbing the cage. He gets about halfway up before Baldur is standing. Baldur climbs to the top turnbuckle and then walks along the top rope, balancing himself well. He turns on the rope with his back against the cage and reaches up, grabbing TDL by his waist. TDL looks down, but just as he does so, Baldur strips him from the cage and powerbombs him all the way down to the mat! And still maintains his balance!

JB: Yes! Excellent move by Baldur! How innovative is that?

DM: Well, it is a bit innovative, but that's what you expect around here, Jesy.

JB: Must you ruin the moment?

Just as TDL hits the mat, Baldur jumps off the rope and hits a guillotine legdrop. He stands and begins climbing the cage himself.

DM: Baldur, hitting that legdrop for good measure before climbing, and he could have this one in the bag!

JB: I wouldn't mind that. I just can't seem to bring myself to like The Dark Lotus. He's too..........

DM: Too what?

JB: I lost my train of thought. Check out that blonde in the front row over there. Look at those knock--

DM: Aaand back to the match! The Dark Lotus is getting up! Watch out Baldur!

TDL is starting to get up just as Baldur's hands are coming to the top of the cage. Lotus makes his way up and, wrapping his arms around Baldur's waist and keeping amazing balance with his large feet in the cage, Lotus jumps back and nails a German Suplex from about 3/4 the way up the cage! The PPW fans respond appreciatively with loud cheers. Both men lie on the canvas, somewhat tired out by the match so far.

DM: This is an amazing match so far. We've seen suplexes into the cage, off the cage, powerbombs off the cage, and they are only slightly tired, it seems!

Both men stand at nearly the same time and Lotus throws a kick into Baldur's abdomen. He wraps him up and DDT's him into the ground! When he stands, he takes his time and leans back against the ropes. He slowly walks over and picks Baldur up by his head. Baldur responds with a low blow, bending Lotus over. He puts his head between his legs and tries to lift. Lotus doesn't budge. He tries once more, with the same result. He backs up a little as Lotus stands up straight, then sprints forward and superkicks Lotus to the canvas. Baldur stands above Lotus and stares down at him before climbing up to the top turnbuckle.

JB: Nice recovery by Baldur there. He couldn't lift Lotus so he superkicked him out of nowhere!

DM: Indeed, he did. But, now I'm wondering what Baldur is up to now. Both of these men have been sensational tonight!

As Lotus stands, Baldur jumps off, landing on his shoulders and wrapping his legs around his head. In the exact same moment, Lotus catches him and sits down, slamming Baldur onto his back with crashing impact!

JB: Whoa!

DM: Talk about out of nowhere, Jesy! Lotus just hit Baldur with a Sit-Out Powerbomb!

Lotus stands and picks Baldur up. He whips him into the ropes and steps back, almost touching the opposite ropes. When Baldur returns, Lotus grabs Baldur up and powerslams him into the cage! Baldur falls back inside the ring and lies in pain. Lotus begins climbing the cage almost immediately.

DM: Lotus could have this one won!

As Lotus swings a leg over the top of the cage, Baldur quickly gets to his feet and races up the cage. Lotus now has the other leg swung over and is beginning to climb down. Just as he looks like he's going to win, Baldur grabs him by his hair. He lifts him up to his level and wraps his arm around Lotus's head. He then lifts Lotus up high above his head in vertical suplex form. He stands on the cage with Lotus lifted up for several seconds. Then, as the fans are up and cheering for the impact, Baldur falls backward with Lotus and executes a perfect stalling vertical suplex from the top of the cage to the canvas! Both men lie motionless in the middle of the ring! The fans are erupting in cheers!

JB: Ragnarok! Ragnarok! That was UNREAL!!!

DM: I don't know HOW Baldur lifted Lotus above his head like that with the size disadvantage, Jesy, but that was definetly the last of his energy! Baldur is just as effected by that fall as The Dark Lotus! The fans here in L.A. are on their feet!

After about a minute of recovering from the vertical suplex, Baldur begins to stir. He rolls over onto his stomach and eventually gets up to his knees. Lotus now begins to stir, getting up on his knees. The two stand simultaneously and lock up again, the exhaustion showing on both men as they break up the lockup as quickly as they locked into it. They lock up again, this time Baldur whipping Lotus into the ropes. Lotus sprints back towards Baldur and Baldur falls and hits a successful drop toe hold on Lotus right into the cage! Baldur then stands and waits as Lotus gets up from his knees. He wraps his arm around TDL's head and hits a reverse DDT! A small cut on TDL's forehead begins to stream a single line down the side of his forehead from where he hit the cage.

DM: Lotus now, bleeding, seems to be falling down to Baldur's stamina.

Baldur waits and rests in the corner. Lotus finally recovers and begins to stand. Baldur waits patiently and Lotus finally gets to his feet. He turns just as Baldur is sprinting forward. And... Both men hit a big boot! And both men fall to the mat in exhaustion! They slowly both start crawling toward the same side of the cage. Baldur stands, and begins to climb it. Lotus, only a few feet away, also begins to climb it. The fans get on their feet again, knowing the situation is a dangerous one as the two men both reach the top of the cage. They trade elbows to the side of each other's heads.

JB: This can only result in something bad, Donovan. I'm so excited! I just want to see someone fall!

DM: You're sick, you know that?

Both men now swing a leg over the top of the cage. Facing one another, they lock arms to try to get an advantage. Lotus stands where he is and seems to overpower Baldur. All of a sudden, Baldur kicks TDL's foot from the cage link, and Lotus falls to the bar which results in a low blow. The expression on TDL's face suggests his weekend is ruined and Baldur takes this opportunity to end the match. He hooks both arms and flips Lotus off the top of the cage and to the canvas. Still standing in the cage links about a quarter of the way down, Baldur smirks victoriously as he slowly crawls toward the top of the cage. He reaches and takes a moment to stare down at TDL, who is still motionless in the middle of the ring. Baldur closes his eyes and smiles again. Just as he does so, Lotus rises quickly and jumps up to the cage.

JB: Lotus was playing possum! Baldur thought he was unconscious!

Baldur opens his eyes up frantically and swings his other leg over as he sees Lotus climbing up after him. He is just about to jump to the ground outside when Lotus catches him around the neck with his hands. He pulls Baldur up to the top of the cage and slowly pulls him over his shoulder.

JB: The hell is he doing here?

DM: Oh, I don't know, but this doesn't look good for either man!

Baldur hangs upside down at the back of Lotus, his legs held to TDL's shoulders by TDL's large arm. Lotus's other arm wraps around Baldur's head. He jumps backward off the top of the cage. Emerald Fusion! Baldur lands on the back of his neck! Both men seem to be out cold after that monstrous maneuver! Lotus finally stands and begins climbing. He reaches the top of the cage, and without hesitating, swings his leg over the top. He swings his other leg over and looks down at Baldur, who still isn't moving. Lotus climbs down and the bell rings.

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY ESCAPE - The Dark Lotus
The Dark Lotus is the new PPW Television champion

DM: The Dark Lotus wins! What a helluva match here, Jesy!

JB: That was quite an amazing match, but I could have sworn Baldur had that match won!

DM: Regardless of the end result, Jesy, Baldur was extremely impressive here tonight. I wouldn't be surprised if The Dark Lotus defended that Television Title against Baldur in a rematch. That was really something, Jesy!

MATCH 6
6-WAY ELIMINATION MATCH
NO. 1 CONTENDERSHIP FOR THE PPW TV CHAMPIONSHIP

Saorse vs. Shadow vs. Adz vs. Undead Warrior vs. Aaron Rage vs. Shane Kast

DM: What a night this has been! Stipulations galore, four-ways and cages and we're not even at the main event yet!

JB: That's right, next up we have the six way elimination match-up.

DM: Remember, the winner of this match will be the number one contendor for the Pure Pain Wrestling TV Championship. Any thoughts on who will win this, Jesy?

JB: Kast is probably the best wrestler there, but we have to keep in mind he has already fought one match already, not many men can do two matches a night so I'm going with Adz.

DM: Good point, but I think Kast just might have it in him, we'll see anyway, now lets get down to ringside.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a six way elimination match, the first man making his way down to the ring, from Cape Breton, Canada, weighing in at Two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, Saorse!

The first riff of Freedom Fighter finds its way out into the arena note, as dark blue sparks shoot across from one side of the ramp to meet the light blue sparks from the other side. The arena darkens as different shaded blue spotlights become the only things illuminating the arena, and Saorse slowly paces himself out to the beginning of the ramp and takes in the entire electric scene before him. With a deep breath, Saorse paces himself down the ramp now, taking his time as the blue glow stick that stretches the length of the ramp on both sides starts exploding upwards step by step. Saorse circles the ring before slowly entering with a jump over the top ropes, and slowly steps up onto the right turnbuckle facing nothing but the crowd, gazing out with another deep breath and signaling his trademark finger-crossing to the fans, hopping down again, and awaiting ) his opponents.

DM: Saorse looks ready for this match-up.

Announcer: And the second entrant in the six way elimination; from parts unknown, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty five pounds, Shadow!

The crow begins to play as a little child begins to speak the lights go out and smoke begins to build up around the enterance way doors as a dark shadow begins to walk out from the smoke above and begins to slowly walk to the ring as he gets to the ring he jumps to the top of the ring posted and kneels onto the ring post like a crow with a sadistic smile.

Shadow gets down from the ring post and begins to get in the face of Saorse.

DM: Look at the tension building up already.

Saorse pushes Shadow away and the two begin exchanging furious right-hands.

JB: We've got an early start!

The announcer looks around confused, but carries on his business as usual.

Announcer: And the next entrant, from London, United Kingdom, weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-five pounds, Aaaaadz!

Rather than the usual entrace, Adz' music comes on and Adz charges down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Adz grabs Saorse and flings him out of the ring before going to work on Shadow in the corner, giving him some heavy right hands.

JB: The referee has lost all control!

Announcer: And the next entrant...

The announcer is interrupted by Undead Warrior, Aaron Rage and Shane Kast running down to the ring, the bell rings as the men slide into the ring.

DM: So much for the formalities...

Undead Warrior ties up with Saorse on the outside as Shane Kast and Aaron Rage try to pull Adz from Shadow. Kast and Rage turns Adz around and send him flying into the opposite turnbuckle. Rage goes to work on Shadow in the corner and Kast goes after Adz. Kast charges into the corner, attempting a splash but Adz shifts out of the way in time to give Kast a helping hand into the turnbuckle. Adz turns Kast around and begins to work on him with some hard rights to the head and chest area.

Undead Warrior rolls Saorse into the ring, stands on the apron and vaults over the top rope to land on him for the cover.

Ref: 1... no!

DM: Saorse managed to get a foot on the rope there.

Aaron Rage Irish-whips Shadow into the opposite turnbuckle, sending him into both Adz and Kast, creating a pile-up. Undead Warrior gets off Saorse and steams across the ring, slamming into Rage who is attempting to run across the ring.

JB: Undead Warrior might be able to win this thing actually, he's about the biggest guy in there.

Undead Warrior pulls up Rage, lifts him up and performs a sidewalk slam. Undead Warrior stands up again and drops a leg over the neck of Rage. Undead Warrior rolls over and stands up to get a drop-kick from Shane Kast who has left Adz and Shadow exchanging fisticuffs in the corner. Undead Warrior is knocked backwards into the ropes by the impact, Kast quickly gets to his feet and clotheslines Undead Warrior out of the ring.

DM: There is so much action to keep your eye on!

Kast follows his opponent to the outside and begins to lay the boot in.

Meanwhile back in the ring both Saorse and Aaron Rage have recovered and are joining the frey in the corner, Aaron Rage pulls Adz away and performs a side-Russian legsweep whilst Shadow and Saorse begin to exchange fists as they did in the beginning. Shadow attempts a big right-hand which is ducked by Saorse, Saorse 're-appears' the otherside of Shadow and delivers a big-time atomic-drop, leaving Shadow writhing on the mat.

DM: Jesus! Whilst we were watching that Kast got sent into the steel steps by Undead Warrior.

The cameras return to outside the ring just as Undead Warrior is rolling Kast into the ring. Shadow gets up and begins to lay the boot in on Kast, Undead Warrior joins him.

DM: Ganging up on Kast there.

JB: Hey, it's called teamwork.

Saorse delivers a kick to the mid-section of Aaron Rage and delivers a hard DDT, Saorse gets back up and Adz charges at Saorse, attempting a clothesline but Saorse brings him down with a drop-toe-hold. Saorse rolls Adz over and puts on a figure-four leglock.

DM: Could see the first elimination tonight.

Adz begins to tap and the referee signals for the bell to be rung.

Announcer: The first man out of the six-way match up is Adz!

Adz walks to the back, looking disappointed with himself.

DM: Adz looks displeased, he must have wanted to stay in longer than that.

Aaron Rage is back to his feet and takes Saorse from behind, pulling off an atomic-drop. Saorse falls to the floor, Aaron Rage picks up his leg by the ankle and drives the knee into the canvas.

Kast is still being stomped by Undead Warrior and Shadow when Shadow turns and punches Undead Warrior who seems largely unaffected by the show.

JB: Uh-oh.

Undead Warrior grabs Shadow and begins to apply a choke-hold disguised as a sleeper, the referee cannot convince Undead Warrior to let go while Kast gets to his feet, Kast bounces off the ropes and literally dives into the back of Undead Warrior, the three go tumbling onto the floor. Kast picks up Shadow and sends him off the ropes, Shadow comes back and is met with a side shuffle kick to the jaw which sends him crashing down to the mat. Kast turns around and blocks the attempted punch from Undear Warrior and brings him to the canvas in an armbar takedown. Kast keeps hold of the arm, steps over it and performs a leg-drop on the shoulder.

Aaron Rage pulls Saorse back up and delivers a short-hand clothesline and goes for the cover.

Ref: 1..2... no!

DM: Saorse managing to kick out.

Rage pummels Saorse in the face and goes over to the other side of the ring and pulls up Shadow whilst Kast lays the boot into Undead Warrior. Rage performs a scoop slam then places several blows to the face of Shadow. Rage pulls Shadow up to his feet only to head butt him down again.

DM: Aaron Rage is really looking promising in this match.

Shane Kast climbs to the top rope and performs a moonsault.

DM: Big move by Kast there.

Kast attempts the cover.

Ref: 1..2.. th.. NO!

DM: Somehow Undead Warrior managed to kick out.

JB: I told you, he could win this thing.

Saorse is up and joins in the action, delivering a roundhouse kick to an unsuspecting Shane Kast. Saorse drops a knee on Undead Warrior and goes for a quick cover.

Ref: 1..2...no!

DM: Close!

Undead Warrior gets up, catching Saorse's leg as he attempts to kick him and tips him backwards. Undead Warrior finishes getting to his feet and drops a rolling knee across Saorse. Undead Warrior drags Saorse up and delivers a shoulder breaker.

Aaron Rage lets Shadow off from the eternal stomping he had been giving him and pulls him up, sending him off the ropes. Shadow comes back on the return and attempts a hot-cross-body but Rage catches him with ease.

JB: Yo, chico....

DM: Haha!

Rage goes to attempt the fallaway slam when Kast takes his legs from behind him with a kick to the back of the knee, Rage falls on his back and Shadow lands ontop of him.

Ref: 1..2..3

DM: I can't believe that!

The bell rings and Rage throws Shadow off him in disgust and slips to the outside, not going to the back, but nobody seems to notice.

Announcer: The second man to depart from this match is Aaron Rage!

Kast wrenches Shadow up and performs a tornado DDT and attempts a cover.

Ref: 1..2.. thr.. NO!

DM: Shadow just got the shoulder up.

Undead Warrior holds Saorse up in a military press position over by the ropes, Undead Warrior steps from beneath Saorse, resulting in Saorse's neck coming into contact with the top rope, Saorse is literally thrown backwards from the ropes, he lands awkwardly.

Undead Warrior attempts a pinfall.

Ref: 1..2.. th... NO!

DM: Saorse is still in this!

JB: Undead Warrior is looking tough though.

Kast drags Shadow up and Irish-whips him into the corner, at the same time Undead Warrior does the same to Saorse and the two men collide in the middle of the ring.

Kast charges at the two heaped bodies, using Shadow's as a step and flies through the air, his feet connecting with the face of Undead Warrior. Undead Warrior stumbles back into the corner and Kast follows him there. Kast climbs up the the turnbuckle and begins to position his legs around Undead Warrior's head, as if attempting something. Undead Warrior seems to instantly recover and takes a hold of Kast, literally strides out of the corner and powerbombs Kast onto the mat, leaving Kast almost limp looking.

DM: I think you're right, Jese, Undead Warrior looks like he could dominate.

Shadow and Saorse struggle to their feet and the referee goes to check on Shane Kast who looks worse for wear.

DM: Shane looks to have given it all tonight, does he have more?

Shadow goes to throw Saorse into the ropes, Saorse reverses and sends Shadow instead, the crowd scream as Aaron Rage whacks Shadow in the back with a steel chair.

DM: Interference!

JB: Ref didn't see it though!

Saorse attempts the cover but the referee is still talking to Kast who refuses to give up.

The referee finally turns his attention the other way and tries to count but only gets a one.

DM: GIGANTIC STROKE OF LUCK FOR SHADOW WHO REMAINS IN THE MATCH!

Saorse, obviously desperate begins to shout at the referee, pointing at the fallen Shadow and slapping one hand into the other three times.

Meanwhile Undead Warrior slips out of the ring and grabs another chair from ringside, he slides back into the ring and whacks Kast with it who hits the mat, his leg twitching slightly. Undead Warrior lifts Kast up and powerbombs him onto the chair, the referee turns around.

JB: Who hired that guy?!

Undead Warrior attempts the cover.

Ref: 1..2...thre...NO!

DM: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, HE KICKED OUT!

The crowd go insane and Undead Warrior looks frustrated. Saorse goes to turn away from the action only to receive a kick to the gut, followed by an Evenflow DDT.

DM: DARKNESS FALLS!

JB: STOP SHOUTING!

Ref: 1..2..3

The bell rings as a shocked Saorse rolls out of the ring and leaves.

Announcer: The third man to be eliminated is Saorse!

Shadow gets to his feet and is mowed down by Undead Warrior, Shane Kast is still on the ground.

DM: No doubt about it, Undead Warrior will win this barring a miracle from somewhere.

Undead Warrior pulls Shadow up and delivers a sidewalk slam and attempts the cover.

Ref: 1..2...thr NO!

DM: He kicked out somehow!

Undead Warrior lifts Shadow up in a military press position and drops him ontop of Kast. The referee looks a little confused but makes the count.

Ref: 1..2...thre.....

Undead Warrior drags Shadow off of Kast.

DM: Undead Warrior wants to win this by himself. All by himself.

Undead Warrior pulls up Shadow and throws him out of the ring to the outside. Undead Warrior pulls up Kast and throws him outside too then goes outside himself. Undead Warrior drags Kast up and whips him into the steel steps again, Undead Warrior goes over towards Kast and picks him up, holding him above the steps ready to drop him. Shadow half-charges and drives a boot into the spine of Undead Warrior, forcing him onto the steps and Kast is thrown over towards the guard rail.

DM: Shadow must have summoned that from nowhere!

Shadow rolls into the ring and back out, breaking the count. Shadow grabs hold of Undead Warrior's head and slams it into the steel steps and repeats the move. Shadow rolls back into the ring and grabs the steel chair that Kast was powerbombed into. The referee stretches out over the ropes and snags the chair. Shadow turns around to complain at the referee whilst Kast stirs.

JB: More arguing...

Shadow is back inside the ring, arguing with the referee, the two appear to be shouting at each other. Kast notices what is going on and grabs the ring bell on the opposite side of the ring. Undead Warrior looks up and turns around, confused as to where the opponents went and Kast clocks him in the head with the ring bell! Shadow notices and lets the matter drop, tossing the chair out of the ring then goes out and helps Kast to roll Undead Warrior back into the ring.

Shadow staggers over the corner and catches a breather, Kast goes to the top and performs the Six Thirty, to the delight of the crowd, Kast goes for the cover.

Ref: 1...2....3!

JB: I don't believe it!

DM: Undead Warrior has been defeated!

Announcer: The fourth man to be eliminated is Undead Warrior!

Kast gets up and the fans are screaming like crazy, the two men stare at each other intently.

DM: This is it, whoever wins this will be the number one contender for the TV Championship!

The two men, clearly exhausted lock up with energy, Shadow forces Kast to his knees, breaks the grapple and knees him in the face, Shadow goes off the ropes and dropkicks Kast in the face and attempts a cover.

Ref: 1..2.. thre...NO!

DM: He kicked out!

Shadow drags Kast up by the arm, twists his arm, steps under it and delivers a roundhouse kick. Shadow climbs to the middle rope and attempts a knee-drop onto Kast who rolls out of the way, Shadow instead drives his knee down into the mat, causing him to roll over and clutch his knee. Kast grabs the leg of Shadow, straightens it and leaps on the knee, Shadow pulls away on impact and rolls over, grabbing at his knee again. Kast gains a bit of pace, leaps and attempts to drop an elbow but it is Shadow's turn to roll out of the way and he does so.

JB: A lot of back and forth in this matchup tonight.

Shadow limply gets to his feet as does Kast. Shadow grabs Kast and throws him towards the ropes, Kast springs off them and Shadow takes him down with a clothesline, Shadow drops the leg and heads to the top rope.

DM: Shadow looking to finish it here.

Shadow crouches a little, preparing to leap when Kast dives for the ropes, rocking them, Shadow slips and is forced to 'sit down' on the turbuckle. Kast limps over to him on the rope, turns around and hoists Shadow on his shoulder.

DM: Is this... ?

Kast steps away from the corner, taking Shadow with him and quickly delivers the Kast-22 and goes for the cover.

Ref: 1..2...3!

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Shane Kast

The fans go insane as Kast stands, raises his hand before collapsing to the match again.

DM: What a result, what a match-up, both of those men fought hard to remain in it to the end, congratulations go to Shane Kast.

Announcer: Here is your winner, and number one contender for the PPW TV Championship, Shane Kast!

DM: Well ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment we've waited for for 2 months solid... We've been waiting for the announcement about who will take the most powerful job in this company!

JB: It's gotta be me dude... Check out our new slogan... No More Pain... With Marajuana...

DM: You have GOT to be kidding me...

Control by Puddle of Mudd hits and the roof almost lifts off the building. Former President Quentin Barnes makes his way out to a chorus of cheers. He walks down the ramp sucking up every single scream and cheer like it will be his last. His usual Armani suit and spiked hair combo looking as perfect as ever. He climbs into the ring and takes a mic, stopping for a few moments to take in the reception...

QB: It feels good to be back in front of you tremendous fans..

Huge pop for the former President.

QB: You know, it was a little over 5 months ago that I sat at home and I said "I'm never coming back unless the board beg me..." And I am indeed a man of my word... About 2 months ago it was after a long day of drinking on a beech in Barbados that I recieved a telephone call from the Board Of Directors spokesperson who requested that, as the founding father of PPW, I would announce who is the new Chairman of the Board... So here I am...And...

Before he can say anything else, "Slither" by Velvet Revolver hits! Johnny Dinucci makes his way out onto the apron closely followed by Mike Melling. They quickly make their way to the ring and enter… Dinucci takes the mic from Barnes…

JD: This 'aint about you Barnes… This is about me and him… About who is the most powerful man in PPW... About who is going to have more power than any other man in this business… So if you d…

Barnes grabs the mic back from Dinucci… Much to the happiness of the fans…

QB: Hey jackass… This is MY time to talk, not yours… I control this situation and not you… But yes… I will cut to the chase… Ladies and gentlemen in this envelope is the the name of the man hand selected by the members of the PPW board of Directors excluding stand in Chairman Jim Grande…

Barnes opens the envelope and reads the name…

QB: Son of a… No wonder they wanted me here…

DM: IT HAS TO BE DINUCCI!

JB: NO MELLING!

Dinucci and Melling both ask who it is… They begin to get impatient…

QB: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls…wrestling fans, superstars and applicants… I am here to announce tonight that the new chairman of the board and most powerful man in PPW is…

He holds to build up suspense…

DM: WHO IS IT!?

JB: COME ON!!!

He holds again, looking intense for a moment… before a smile crosses his lips…

QB: QUENTIN BARNES!!!!

DM: WHAT!?

JB: CHAIRMAN BARNES!?

DM: QUENTIN BARNES IS BACK IN CONTROL!

Barnes' face is a picture of happiness, Melling and Dinucci are dumbfounded…

QB: My, my… What a turn up for the books… I had no idea…The irony… Although it does make sense as to why I'm here tonight I mean, it was so easy when you think about it… Ladies and gentlemen… Quentin is back in charge and… Well… Lets just say, I think I'll head backstage and watch my Main Event… Then maybe… MAYBE I'll offer Zale and Riddick contract extensions… Mike, Johnny… I hope you enjoy your evening... And just so you know, for the main event tonight? You are defionately barred from ringside...

Control hits again, Chairman Barnes gets out of the ring and heads back up the ramp leaving Melling and Dinucci in a state of shock in the ring…

MAIN EVENT
THE "ALL NEW" TOWER OF FEAR

Riddick Andrews vs. Colin Zale

The Staples Center is in complete silence as the PPW technical team install and construct the demonic Tower of Fear.

DM: This is it folks, the moment we've all been waiting for… the main event of the evening… the Tower of Fear… Jesy Blue, what are your thoughts going' into what is possibly the biggest match ever created within PPW?

JB: Hmm… I'm actually pretty lost for words to be honest, Don. I mean look at that structure! How can either of these men be confident of getting' out of it alive, let alone winning a wrestling match!

DM: Oh I don't think there'll be much wrestling involved in this one, Jess. This will be an absolute slobber knocker!

JB: Well it'll definitely be entertaining that's for sure. But as far as a winner goes, I don't think I can pick one…

DM: There's a lot of pride at stake more than anything else. And don't forget Jesy, this match has the potential to go on until the early hours of the morning! Until one or both of those hanging weapons are removed from the top level, there can be no winner! And I doubt either man will let his opponent out of his sight long enough to allow him to progress that high up unchallenged!

JB: That's a good point. But it was revealed this past week that Riddick's "master" is holding his ex-wife hostage, so there really is a lot at stake for Andrews - the well-being of his former wife!

DM: And the "master" seems pretty sick to me, Jesy. Who knows what will happen to her if Riddick fails to defeat Zale tonight… There are no lengths that Riddick Andrews will not go to…

JB: That's true, Donny boy.

"Can't Stop" by The Red Hot Chili Peppers hits as Riddick heads out onto the ramp. The crowd explode as he makes his way to the ring. His eyes never come into contact with the crowd as if shunning the pop. He stops at the foot of the ramp and looks up at the hellish 60-foot structure. He then breathes in, and then enters the ring via the steel steps.

DM: A daunting look there from Riddick Andrews, he knows he's in for the fight of his life.

JB: Literally!

The lights fade to a black nothingness, and smoke filters up from the stage area. The crowd go wild in huge anticipation for the man they are about to see. "Here Comes the Pain" by Slayer kicks in, much to the crowd's surprise.

DM: What the Hell is this all about?! I thought we were seeing Colin Zale out here!

Suddenly, as the smoke settles, a massive firework launches from the rafters and explodes right in front of the stage area, and the smoke from it creates a smokescreen, as a silhouette appears, a bright red light lighting him up from below.

JB: What the-?

Then the silhouette darts forward from behind the smoke, to reveal the burly frame of Colin Zale. He slowly saunters down the ramp, tightening the tape around his wrists as he walks.

DM: That IS Colin Zale! The new music and entrance threw me off for a minute there!

Zale reaches the foot of the Tower of Fear, and a wry smile creeps across his face. He then looks up into the ring to see Riddick Andrews smirking back at him. He then enters the ring as Slayer's tune dies down.

DM: Listen to this capacity crowd, Jesy! They're goin' bananas in here!

JB: We're just about ready for a battle to end all battles, Michaels! It's Tower time!

DM: Tower time?!

JB: I don't know…

The referee calls both men to the centre of the ring and slowly explains what few rules there are. He then calls for the bell…

DM: Here we go!

But neither Andrews nor Zale move from the centre of the squared-circle. They simply stare into each other's eyes, neither man looking away, neither man blinking.

JB: Look at the concentration both men are showing. Neither one of them wants to be first to move away.

DM: Well someone's gotta at some time!

A foggy mist rises at the base of the floor cage.

DM: What's that?

JB: Looks like smoke... I'm not sure what it is.

The mist rises higher into the second cage, and continues rising all the way up to the roof of the fourth cage, where it comes to a halt, eerily. The lights in the arena begin to flicker.

JB: Whoa...

DM: Now what in the hell is going on here?

Zale and Riddick stop and look around, waiting for someone, anyone, to interfere with their match. Soon, the mist consumes and hides them from everything. The lights flicker again, and again, flickering faster and faster. A faint voice seems to sing in a haunted lullabye fashion before fading away quickly: "Vanishing..." the voice seems to whisper. On the PPWtron, the outline of what appears to be a figure is shadowed. The lights suddenly stop flickering, leaving the arena back in its brightness of lights. The mist still lingers in the ring, but begins to fade away.

DM: What the...?

JB: That was one of the most eerie things I have ever seen.

DM: I can honestly say that I have chills tingling up my spine right now. That was haunting.

JB: Look at Zale's face, he's not even phased by what just happened.

DM: Yes, but Riddick seems to be a bit confused.

Zale stares at Riddick with a smirk on his face, pointing at him and nodding as he mouths something. Riddick shrugs with confusion, pointing at the PPWtron.

DM: Apparently, Riddick had nothing to do with what just went on. Oh, please, give me a break. Are you sure it wasn't your "master" Mr. Andrews?

JB: I don't know, I'm getting the feeling that Riddick really doesn't know what's going on. That was too haunting for me to think it was Riddick's so-called "master" Donovan.

DM: Well, in either case, Zale thinks it's funny.

It cuts back to Zale, who is laughing at Riddick as if mocking him. By this time, the mist has disappeared completely. He stops laughing abruptly and stares with cold eyes at his opponent. Riddick then takes his focus off of Zale for a moment, and looks up to the very top level of the cage, to see the two weapons hanging - Zale's cane, and a pitch fork, requested by Andrews. Zale respects this, and doesn't budge an inch.

DM: Riddick's sizing' up that top level, Jesy - he wants those weapons.

Riddick then focuses back on Zale, who then takes a turn to look up into the heavens. But Riddick decides that enough is enough, and cheap shots Zale with a kick to the stomach.

DM: Ah! I might have known that Riddick would be the one to get the ball rolling'!

He then follows up his initial assault with a second kick to the stomach, followed by a third, and a right hand, knocking Zale backwards into the turnbuckle. Riddick then pulls Colin out of the corner and issues an Evenflow DDT, sending Zale's head crashing into the canvas. Riddick doesn't let up, but he does take his time over the attack. He grabs Colin by the hair and picks him back up to his feet. He then grabs Colin's head with one hand and pounds him with closed fist punches with the other. He then Irish Whips Zale into the ropes and hits him with a Rolling Clothesline. Riddick then takes a moment to look at the thousands of PPW fans crammed into the Staples Center. He seems to be controlled in his assaults. Riddick then grabs Zale again and tosses him into the steel ladder that hangs from the level above! Zale bounces off, and is instantly lacerated above his right eye.

JB: Blood!!!

DM: My God! Colin Zale is bust open after only a couple of minutes in this match! Riddick pounded his head into that ladder!

Zale falls to the mat clutching his head, while Andrews stands over him grinning. He then saunters to the ropes, lethargically bounces off them from a standing start, and drops a sharp elbow onto Zale's head, expanding the cut further. He then gets back to his feet and strolls over to the ladder that leads to the next level. He scrambles up it quickly, then dives from it and hits a diving elbow right onto Zale's chest!

JB: Holy shit!

DM: What a shot by Andrews!

JB: Zale hasn't had a chance to mount an attack in this one yet, Michaels. Riddick's on a roll!

The fall from the ladder took it out of Riddick though, and he too is now holding his head on the canvas. He is still the first one to his feet, and again climbs the ladder to level 2 of the structure.

DM: Riddick has made it up to the 2nd floor of the Tower of Fear, with Zale still out of it on the ring mat. He needs to get himself into this match, Jesy.

JB: Yeah he does, Michaels. If he doesn't hurry then Riddick will build up too much momentum.

Colin finally gets to his feet, but is still holding his head, the crimson flowing from it uncontrollably. Zale puts his foot on to the first rung of the ladder, but is swiftly kicked in the head by Riddick, who is above him. Zale drops to the floor, staying on his feet, and nurses his gash in his hands, before re-attempting to climb the ladder. Again, Riddick sticks out a boot and tries to lodge it into Zale's cranium, but Colin grabs Andrews' foot, and launches him from level 2 back down to level 1! Riddick hits the mat with an almighty thud, banging his knee on the cage wall as he impacts. Zale then looks over his shoulder at Riddick's fallen body, and then climbs the ladder cautiously to level 2.

DM: What a reversal! Now it's Riddick on the ground, and Zale on the 1st floor!

Zale gets to his feet, and makes his way around the walkway to the next ladder, which reaches up into the 2nd level of the tower. He then wastes no time in climbing even further, to the top level. Upon climbing to the top of the ladder, Colin realises he has reached the top of the structure, and the roof above him tells him to stop. He looks down on Riddick's carcass from an amazing 60-foot up in the air. He then looks above him to see his trusty Singapore cane hanging from a chain on the cage roof. Colin has to walk around the walkway a little, however, as he is not positioned below the weapons. But as he walks towards the weapons, the walkway gives way below his feet, and he is sent crashing back down to the 2nd floor, landing half on the walkway, with is head hanging down, looking straight at Riddick Andrews! Because of the gravity of the situation, the blood rushes to Colin's head, and the crimson begins to flow yet again, dripping on Riddick from a considerable height.

JB: Ugh! That's gross; Riddick is getting bled on by Colin Zale!

Zale tries to power his way back up to the walkway, but the blood begins to drip into his eyes as he lifts his body up. He then becomes disorientated, and falls even further down - to the 1st floor!

DM: Wow! Now we have Colin Zale on the first floor, and Riddick, now back to his feet ladies and gentlemen, on the ground floor, preparing an ascent.

JB: Yeah he's goin' after Colin Zale!

Riddick then grabs the ladder and climbs to the first floor rather sheepishly - his knee clearly giving him problems. Upon reaching the first floor, he approaches Zale and begins to stomp a mudhole in him… until his knee finally gives way and he too is lay up on the walkway staring at the bright lights above. Neither man moves for what seems like a lifetime. Both just stare upwards, grimacing every now and again because of the sheer pain they are experiencing. It is actually Colin Zale who is first to his feet. He staggers slightly, but eventually reaches the ladder that leads back down to the ground floor. He grabs the ladder from above, and looks into the crowd, menacingly.

DM: No, don't do it!

JB: What's he gonna do?!

DM: I think he's gonna drop that ladder down!

JB: But… but that would mean that if either guy falls to the ground level they can't get back up!

DM: Precisely…

JB: Shit!

DM: Exactly…

Colin then drops the ladder to the canvas as the crowd goes crazy for him. He then walks around the walkway, back to Riddick. He delivers a kick to the knee, followed by an elbow to the back of the knee, at the joint. He then leaves Riddick alone, and climbs the ladder to the 2nd floor. From here, he looks down on Riddick, and unbelievably, through the pain, comes a smirk. He then climbs up again, to the top level, as Riddick is slowly crawling around to the ladder leading upwards.

JB: This has been a great match thus far, Donovan.

DM: Indeed it has, Jesy…

Colin then uses his sweat to wash away some of the blood that surrounds his eyes and nose, and then makes his way around the other side of the walkway, to avoid the gaping hole through which he fell several moments earlier. He reaches the weapons at long last, and reaches up for the weapon of choice, the Singapore cane. He then discards the chain that bound the cane to the cage, and holds the cane down, pointing it at Riddick, who is slowly reaching upwards for the ladder. As Riddick gets a hold of the ladder, he uses the other hand to grab the cane, much to Zale's surprise, and drags Zale down to the second floor!

DM: Holy shit! Zale was just tossed downwards!!!

JB: Did you hear that thud?!

Zale is once again on his back, as Riddick slowly reaches up, and climbs the ladder to the final level. He reaches the third floor, and hobbles around to the pitch fork. He then grabs the fork and instead of attacking Zale, he starts to prise open the side of the cage!!!

DM: What is he doing?!?!

Riddick opens up one hole in the cage wall, and then daringly climbs out of the cage, and on to the roof!!!

JB: Jesus H…

DM: I thought I'd seen everything in my career, but I was NOT ready for that!!!

Riddick then calls down to Zale, taunting him to come join him. Zale hears the calls in his semi-conscious state, and desperately tries to reach the ladder to the top level. He does so, and climbs it to the third floor. He then tries to fit through the hole, and eventually makes it to the top of the cage.

DM: Unbelievable…

Both men are bruised, battered and broken - Zale's nose clearly bent out of shape, and Riddick struggling to keep himself supported on that (possibly broken) knee. But still they fight. Riddick continues to taunt Zale, shouting "come on!" at him, until the two eventually begin to exchange blows in the centre of the cage roof. Lefts and rights are tossed back and forth, until eventually Riddick hits a low blow on Zale, knocking the veteran to the floor of the roof. Andrews then lifts the pitch fork high above his head and brings it crashing down to Zale, but luckily, Zale cheats death and rolls out of the way. Riddick gets the fork stuck in the roof, and eventually gives up on it.

JB: This match is fantastically sick!

DM: It really is!

Riddick picks Zale up back to his feet, and hits a boot to the stomach, folding Zale over. The former street fighter then puts Zale's head between his legs, and hits a thunderous Jumping Piledriver!!! The roof of the cage gives way, and Zale is sent crashing to the walkway on the second floor! Riddick is also tosses downwards, and lands on the floor above Zale, but hanging on to the walkway to prevent him from falling further.

DM: Oh my Holy Lord above! Colin Zale just got piledrived 40-feet downwards!!!

Riddick can not hold his grip, and he falls straight down the middle of all the walkways, and ends up hanging on to the walkway that leads down to the ground floor!

JB: This is like something out of a movie - guys holding on to the edge of 60-story building so they don't plummet to their death on the street below!

Colin Zale lies motionless on the 2nd floor, while Riddick tries to clamber back up to the first. Suddenly, Zale stirs, and gets to his feet. He clambers down the ladder to the first floor and stands over Riddick's hanging body. Zale then defies the laws of life and gravity, and issues a diving Sunset Flip - both men crashing to the ground level in a pinning position!

DM: Here's the first pin attempt!

One…

Two…

Thr- No!!! Riddick got a shoulder up!

JB: Unbelievable!

Zale cannot believe it. Riddick's eyes are well and truly glazed over, as he somehow gets back to his feet with Zale. Zale goes for a clothelsine, but Riddick ducks it and hits a Riddickule!!!

DM: RIDDICKULE!!! It's over!!!

Riddick then slumps on to Zale's body…

One…

Two…

Thre- No!!! Colin Zale got the shoulder up at the very last second!!!

DM: I can't take much more of this - it's too close to call the 3!

Riddick then grabs the Singapore Cane that made its way to the ground level during the enormous fall from the roof by both men. He stands over Colin Zale, and lifts it high above his head. But Zale sticks up a foot, and Low Blows Riddick Andrews! With Riddick down, Zale gets back to his feet, reeling. He then grabs the Singapore Cane as Riddick gets back to his feet. He launches the stick at Andrews, and connects with his skull!

JB: What a shot!!

Riddick hits the ground like a sack of potatoes, and Colin goes for the cover…

One…

Two…

Thre- Still no cover! Riddick got his foot on the ropes!

Colin can not believe it. He falls to the floor in agony, as he and Riddick both lie motionless. Riddick is first up somehow, and grabs the Singapore Cane from the canvas, next to Zale. Zale is slowly getting back to his feet, as his beloved weapon is sent crashing into his stomach, then into his head. Yet again, Zale goes down, and Riddick is left standing, but wobbling.

DM: Surely this match can't go on for much longer!

Riddick then grabs Zale by the hair again and lifts him up. But Zale kicks him in the midriff, grabs the Singapore cane and hits the Rude Awakening!!!

JB: Holy fuck! Did you see that Michaels!

DM: THE RUDE AWAKENING!!! THE RUDE AWAKENING!!!

Both men again fall to the ground, lying motionless next to each other. The crowd can't contain their excitement, screaming recklessly and childishly at the action in the Tower of Fear. Zale starts to stir slightly, whilst Riddick is motionless. Zale then slumps one arm over the body of Riddick Andrews…

One.........

Two………

Three!!!

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Colin Zale

DM: It's over! Thank God it's over!

JB: Colin Zale did it! He defeated Riddick Andrews in the Tower of Fear!

"Here Comes the Pain" by Slayer hits as the two men lie motionless in the ring. The EMTs rush down to the ring to attend to both men. As Zale is being hoisted onto the stretcher, he raises one arm high into the air, saluting the L.A. crowds who paid their good money to watch him put on one of the best matches in PPW history.

DM: So Colin Zale defeats Andrews, but what does this mean for the future of Riddick and his beloved ex-wife?! I can tell you one thing, folks, this was one hell of a night, as will Mutilation be… Until next time, goodnight from California!

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