6th July, 2005 vs. Verafai Omega @ Mutilation

MUTILATION RESULTS

Date: Wednesday, July 6th, 2005
Venue: United Center
Location: Chicago, IL

The scene fades to a red sky. Chanting can be heard in the background as thunder rumbles.

"We Want Blood! We Want Blood! We Want Blood!"

A voiceover fades in as the four faces that could participate in the Bloodgames Championship Match appear in all four corners of the screen: Cobra, Verafai Omega, CJ Maxwell, and The Dark Lotus.

"An old era has come to an end... Only to be replaced by a new, fresh era."

A maniacal laughter crescendos as the face of James Spyder appears in the middle of the screen.

"After 8 months of pure destruction, James Spyder has chosen to pass the torch to new talent in the Bloodgames Division. Two men will move onto Annihilation to compete in a Glass-Covered Steel Cage Match. The self-proclaimed Sickest Man in PPW has appointed himself as the special guest referee."

A bloody screen overlaps each of the five faces, soon followed by an image of a glass-covered steel cage.

"Which of these four men have what it takes to follow in the sick man's footsteps? Will it be the man who hails from BLOOD itself? Cobra!"

An image of Cobra, with his face painted and a dark grin on his face, fades back in.

"Will it be the man who put his own brother on the shelf and seeks his own revenge violently on the man who nearly ended his career? Verafai Omega!"

The image of an intense, but arrogant Verafai Omega fades into the screen.

"Will it be the bizarre and paranoid man who may have gotten the best of James Spyder himself? CJ Maxwell!"

CJ Maxwell, with his eyes bulged out and his tongue sticking out of his head insanely fades into the screen.

"Or will it be the man who broke Verafai Omega's neck, nearly ending his career entirely? The Dark Lotus!"

The dark image of The Dark Lotus with emotionless eyes fades into the screen.

"Find out at Annihilation! There will be the crowning of a NEW Bloodgames Champion! Only on Pay... Per... View!"

Lightning strikes and thunder rumbles, followed by another sadistic laugh, before the commercial fades to black.

OPENING MATCH
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
PPW TV CHAMPIONSHIP

Slayne Demonio vs. Double L

DM: Very much so... Little Lewis fresh off a great result withr Verafai Omega last week...

Little Lewis comes out with a big grin; afterall he's living his dream. He slaps the hands of the fans who like watching him as he walks to the ring. Double L rolls under the ropes. Once he gets to the ring he does a 'kip up' to get back to his feet.

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.

The music fades out, and the fancy part of the match draws to a close. The two men circle each other in the ring, awaiting that distinctive chime from the ringside table.

The bell sounds and both men immediately go for one another, Double L coming off the stronger in the first confrontation. He grabs Demonio in a side headlock, and eventually takes him to the ground. He tightens his grip around the fellow-veteran's skull, finally, after a moment... Slayne shows the truth,,,

Demonio gets back to his feet and throws Lewis into the ropes with an Irish whip. He then hits thesmaller guy with a drop toe hold.

The sudden burst of pace ends as quickly as it started, as Demonio allows Double L back to his feet, and the two men circle each other again. They then join together in a mid-ring grapple, Double L coming out on top. He pushes Demonio backwards, then hits him with an open hand slap, right across the chest!

Double L then follows this up with an iside cradle, and then goes for the first cover of the match.

JB: Demonio nearly got caught out there by Double L. This match is far from over yet.

Lewis continues to have the upper edge, and he hits Demonio with a DDT, sending him crashing back down to earth. With Demonio face down, Double L climbs the turnbuckle.

Double L comes crashing down towards Demonio with a shadowed splash but Slayne rolls out of the way!

Double L holds his head on the mat, while Demonio leans against the ropes. He quickly composes himself, and takes it to Lewis. He hits a sleeping backbreaker, stunning Double L. Demonio then grabs Double L and hangs him with his arms and head over the middle rope.

Demonio stands on the turnbuckle with Double L not moving... He leaps off, twists to one side, drops down with a leg drop to the outside across Lewi's back!

Double L is seemingly out cold. Slayne Demonio drops for the 3-count, but as he does so...

The look on Demonio's face mirrors the surprise displayed by both Jesy Blue and Donovan Michaels. He gets back to his feet, and looks down at Double L with amazement, not knowing how he managed to get his foot onto the rope. He then kicks Double L' foot off the ropes. He flips Lewis over and hooks him in a camel clutch position... He shifts his arms and finally, locks in the Life Syphon.

DM: Demonio really has a tight grip there, putting immense pressure on Double L' neck. Lewis needs to try and counter this manoeuvre.

Double L then pushes up to his feet, showing amazing strength and will for such a small competitor. He swings his leg backward...

Lewis staggers to his feet... Slayne stalks his opponent before he turns... Slayne sprints across the ring nailing the Hellseeker!

DM: SPEAR! GORE! HELLSEEKER! Demonio just hit one of his trademark moves! He's readying Double L for The Devour Driver!

Slayne drags Double L to his feet and hooks his arm around his head. Lewis opens his eyes as Slayne lifts him and spins and showing great composure, Lewis spins his legs around Slayne's back, he hooks his leg underneath Slayne's arms and pulls him back with a crucifix!

Lewis is up first as the shock sets nin, Lewis builds some momentum hitting the ropes, Demonio stands up to get hit with a little low to the gut! Slayne drops to his knee and Lewis follows up with a shinig wizard!

Lewis signals to the crowd for the finish... He sets up by whipping Slayne across the ring.

Slayne notices his opponent drop to the ground. He leaps over the dropped Lewis and turns on a penny, Lewis nips up but an almost slap stick right boot to the as of Lewis pushes him into the ropes... He hits them and then returns towards Slayne. Demonio ducks a Lewis right hand.

... With a differennce... The lack of weight carries Lewis' legs up into the air and uncharactaristically, Slayne spins 360 before dropping to the mat... Lewis hits the mat hard... On his neck and head...

Slayne rolls him over, unaware of the awkward landing his opponent had... He makes the cover...

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – Slayne Demonio
SLAYNE DEMONIO IS STILL PPW TV CHAMPION

Demonio gets to his feet looking around as EMT's flood the ring... A stunned silence fills the arena as we slowly fade to black...

We head breifly back to ringside where Michaels and Blue are sat. Both men look somewhat worried...

DM: Ladies and gentlemen... A breif announcement... In the previous match, Little Lewis, Double L suffered a serious neck injury. It is not life threatening but at this time we are unsure as to how it will effect his career...

JB: We all hate it when this type of thing happens and we wish Double L a speedy recovery...

MATCH 2

REGULAR SINGLES MATCH

Shadow vs. Harmony Taylor

"The Crow" begins to play as a little child begins to speak. The lights go out and smoke begins to build up around the entrance 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.

"Bitch" by Sevendust rings out in the arena. Harmony Taylor makes her way out to the ring, a flirtatious strut as she walks down the ramp. She climbs onto the apron and enters the ring through the middle and bottom ropes. She struts around the ring and leans against the ropes. A brief silence fills the arena.

DM: Harmony Taylor isn't even in the same league as Shadow... I don't get it. What the...

JB: Yes, yes; you wholesome angel, you. Shadow is out for some blood; especially after his loss last week.

As the referee sounds for the bell and Harmony and Shadow tie up in the center of the ring, but just as they do the lights in the building go out. Suddenly a lightning bolt hits in the middle of the entrance way, as hard guitar as Determined by Mudvayne begins to play at the same instance the lights come back up and there is Lightning standing at the entrance way. With a grin to ear to ear as he comes out to a mixed reaction to the crowd, Lightning begins to walk towards the ring as Shadow and Harmony stand in the ring in wonder on why Lightning is out there.

Lightning walks over to announcer's table, as Harmony Taylor has not taken her eye of over him. Lightning takes a seat besides JB as he puts a headset on. As Shadow attacks Harmony from behind.

JB: Hah! Don't listen to him Lightning he's just surprised that he is sitting out here with a superstar of your caliber. Here I have roll some really good shit tonight do you want a hit.

Lightning:*chuckles* No thank you Jesy as much as I would love to sit out here all night and get buzzed with you, I got some other things that are on mind.

DM: Well the question I have for you Lightning is why are you out here? And why did you choose this time to come out during this match?

Lightning: Are you a complete idiot Donovan, I choose this time because I wanted to get a birds eye view of this great match that his happening in front of us.

DM: Okay, but it was only about a month ago where Harmony nearly put you on the shelf.

Lightning: First off if you watch the tape again it was my own momentum I which cost me the match. But I have a question for you.

Just as Jesy was taking a hit, he chokes on the smoke that he was about to inhale as he started laughing at the same time.

Lightning: then again Lotus always picks the women who have been around. Whoa, look out.

Shadow patiently waits for Harmony to get up and after about seven seconds, she is lifted up, only to be brought back down with a single punch from Shadow. She gets up after a few seconds and then gets knocked down again. This time, Shadow picks her up and then hits a snap DDT. He then goes for the pin.

Shadow picks Harmony up and kicks her into the ropes. He attempts to whip her out; but Harmony reverses it and attempts to throw Shadow into the ropes. Except Shadow is also able to reverse the whip, and sends a knee into her stomach. From there, he wraps her arm around his head and takes her up and over with a snap suplex. Taking a breather, Shadow pretends he is having lots of trouble, arousing nothing but hate from the fans.

Shadow picks Harmony up and then hits a cobra clutch suplex. Floating over, he goes for another cover.

Before the count of three, Shadow releases the pin. Shadow picks Harmony up and then attempts to throw her into the corner; but she reverses it and throws him into the corner, instead. She runs at Shadow, attempting to hit him with a clothesline, but misses and hits the referee, knocking him down, hard. Harmony turns towards Shadow only to meet a hard punch. Shadow then heads to outside of the ring, where searches around for some weapons.

JB: Let's see. Either I'd have boobies and a hoo-ha, or vagina, boobies and a chair across my skull. Hmmm, it's a difficult choice.

First, he searches under the ring and finds a table and then slides it inside. He moves around to the side of the ring where the announce tables are. He puts he's head under the ring and is the suddenly dragged under the ring.

A cameraman, along with a torch, tries to see what's happening under the ring but see nothing. Then all of a sudden the lights in the arena go out and the ring fills with smoke. After a few seconds the lights come back on, the ring clears and Shadow is lying on his back in the middle of the ring, blood pouring from every part of his body.

On the other side of the ring is none other then The Dark Lotus, who has blood all over he's hands.

Harmony Taylor sees the fallen Shadow but doesn't pin him. She picks him up and kicks him in the groin not once, not twice but thrice. On the third time, Shadow is bent over and Harmony puts he's head in between her legs, lifts he's arms up and give him the Face the Music.

JB: She should have been beaten. That son of a bitch Lotus should be suspended. Do your f'n job Dinucci!

Harmony walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it, her back to Shadow. She jumps of and with a back flip, lands on Shadow and covers him.

The referee is still down in the other corner. The Dark Lotus slides into the ring and slaps the referee's hand on the mat.

DM: By all accounts, Shadow had the match won several times. He was just too cocky.

Lightning: Well Gentlemen if you don't mind me I have some unsettled business.

Lightning then takes the head set off and rushes to the ring as Harmony steps back to allow Lightning to enter the, the ring as she tried show that she is not afraid of the much bigger Lightning. As she slaps him across the face.

JB: Holly shit, I don't how many times Lightning has had his Jaw knocked into the stands but that had to be the hardest he has ever been slapped.

A demonic smile slowly comes across Lightning's face almost as if he liked it. Lightning Shouts, and dares her to try again, but as she goes to hit him again Lightning blocks the shot and hits a vicious DDT as Harmony is now Lying motionless as Lightning then picks her up and with a sadistic grin looks at Harmony and says: "Don't ever F*ck with me." At the same instance Lightning kicks the motionless Harmony as he places her head in between his legs and hits the Strike of Lightning, as a sadistic laughter becomes of him, as Dark Lotus runs down to save Harmony but as he hits the ring Lightning exits it and leaves through the crowd as the scene fades to commercial with Lotus tending to Harmony.

Those words echo throughout the United Center as 'Miseria Cantare' by AFI plays within the building. The lights go out, the letters 'sXe' illuminate from the purepaintron and the fans seem to be hot with anticipation, not knowing what is going on. A silver spotlight comes on, as small platinum flames run up and down each side the ramp way, as a man emerges from the back. The lone silver colored spotlight is fixated on him, as the crowd stirs with curiosity. The man, wet silver colored hair dangling in no particular fashion down to his chin, sports a skirt and several tattoos on his body. What stands out the most however, is the painting on his chest in black letters that reads 'sXe'. He rolls into the ring, and is tossed a microphone. It seems that our announcers Donovan Michaels and Jesy Blue have been cut off.

UM: If you don't know who I am... I'll gladly introduce myself. My name is 'The Fallen Angel' Alexander Fayt, and I have come to be your guide down alienations barren path. For you see, I am drug free... and I am alcohol free. I am 'Straight Edge' and that means I'm better than you!

TFA: I've been watching PPW from afar, and it just sickens me. There is no pride. There is no honor. There is no respect. There is no integrity... but most of all, there is no wrestling.

TFA: Yeah... real classy people. Keep it up, because I will BE that respect. I will BE that integrity. I will bring WRESTLING back into Pure Pain 'Wrestling'.

TFA: Yeah... okay let's have a little survey here. How many people in here smoke a little weed every now and then...

We can see MANY hands raised, even our own announcer and a slightly larger pop this time.

TFA: That's just DISGUSTING and worse yet, degrading. I can't believe I even dejected myself to enter this filthy place. I can see a cloud of filth rising from you as we speak.

TFA: I am what you eat... but I know this isn't a lost cause. I know there are some people out there of pure blood much like myself. Let me see some 'X's'. Come on people, don't be shy!

TFA: You see, look at these people. Look at the person throwing up the X beside. You know what that means? It means they are Straight Edge. It means they're better than EACH and every single one of you!

TFA: As of right now... there's a revolution going on. A revolution of the damned, and you all don't seem to get it. PPW has started its own generation of treachery and debauchery... but mine will overpower it. I will take it upon myself to carry the others, people just like myself on MY shoulders. I will be the voice of the voiceless! I will burp the minority. My whole life has been a war... and its not going to be any different here in PPW. This isn't a warning... this is a sentence.

TFA: Your Straight Edge Hero has planted the seeds. Prepare for a war... that none of you will survive! The 'Straight Edge Revolution' is upon us!

TFA: Now tonight... I don't have a match. But guaranteed, you will see me start The Straight Edge Revolution next week in this ring. Whoever it is against... will represent, the stepping stone that I need to achieve greatness here in Pure Pain Wrestling. And don't think it won't be done... because just like 'pain' is synonymous with PPW... greatness is synonymous with The Fallen Angel. Boys, the clock is ticking. You know it. I know it. These fans, as much as they hate it, they know it.

TFA: So go and get all the drugs and alcohol you need... because after I dispose of whoever they throw at me next week... you never know who will be the next victim of 'The Straight Edge Revolution'.

TFA stands on the corner, with his hands firmly in an 'X' over his chest, representing his 'Straight Edge' lifestyle, as the fans continue to boo the newest PPW superstar. He hops down from the corner.

TFA: Like I said before... my name is Alexander Fayt, and I am drug free, and alcohol free. I am 'Straight Edge' and that means I'm...

'Miseria Cantare' by AFI hits as the words 'Better... Than... You' fade from the speakers. The crowd is on their feet, booing 'The Unholy Icon' The Fallen Angel, as something catches his attention. The camera pans, to see TFA looking on from the turnbuckle, at a disgruntled colour commentator, Jesy Blue. Jesy is giving TFA the finger and telling him to 'F' himself and his 'Straight Edge Revolution'. Fayt jumps off the turnbuckle, and rolls out of the ring, getting up in Jesy's face. Jesy now holds two fingers up, right in Fayt's face, but Fayt just has a stoic look on his face. Fayt shakes his head in disappointment, as he turns to leave... but as Jesy thinks he is leaving, Fayt turns around and sprays a silver mist in Jesy's face, that he likes to call 'The Silver and Cold Kodak Moment'. This blinds Jesy, sending him back into his chair screaming. Fayt begins to pummel him now, showing no remorse. Fayt jumps up on the announce table and holds his arms over his chest in the sign of an 'X' as the fans boo him. He then jumps down and grabs Jesy by the head, and rolls him into the ring, where he locks on an 'Anaconda Vice' submission hold that he calls 'The Second Stage Turbine Blade'. This has Jesy writhing and screaming in pain in the middle of the ring. Fayt smiles and turns away… He leaves ringside as Jesy looks is slowly rolled out of the ring and taken back to his ringside position by officials.

The tunes of "Human" drift out into the background as Jamie Kristie waits impatiently for her opponent.

DM: Jamie Kristie here this week after being thoroughly successful at last week's Mutilation.

JB: HOLY SHIT! It's George Clooney coming to kick some ass! I knew you had it in you, Georgy.

JB:What?!? Is that bald guy with glasses and the stupid looking head? I hope not, that guy is pussy.

DM: Mexican chi...you know what....nevermind...Let's just call the match please.

Dr.Adz strolls out and stop at the ring's apron and gives out his call of "PEE HAITCH DEEE!"

He slides into the ring and looks at the crowd smugly as he waits for the bell to ring.

The bell goes off as Adz and Jamie go for the lock up. Kristie quickly no-gos the lock up and ducks under Adz's arms and dropkicks him in the sole of his back. The Dr immediately collapses to the floor with a hand covering place where the dropkick hit. Kristie applies a chokehold with her legs wrapped around Adz's neck, not long however as Adz muscles his way to his feet picking up Jamie Kristie with him. After moments of hovering her in the air, The Dr. soon drops Kristie with a vicious powerbomb.

JB: .....That's a 120 lbs of girl,Donny. I could lift that..with my joint. *huff*

DM: Where did you get that?!? We searched you on you on your way in the building.

Dr.Adz has a very painful boston crab locked in, inflicting major damage to the back. The referee check the girl to see if she gives up, she refuses. She eventually escapes by using some remarkable flexibility, by bridging herself up and then "S'ing" her way back through his legs.

Kristie sits up and rakes Adz in his eyes. While he stumbles away covering his face, Kristie gets to her feet and delivers an enziguri kick to the back of the head. He once more collapses again, and without taking any chances, Kristies steps up on the middle rope and jumps off drilling both feet into the back of Adz. He rears back in pain, Kristie repeats the process, causing Adz to yell out in pain. Jamie goes for the triple but as she jumps, in a moment of complete frustration and anger, Adz jumps up and spinebusts Jamie out of mid-air.

Adz is the first to his feet. He strolls over to the fallen Kristie, picks her up and tosses her into a corner. She falls into it limply as The Dr. backs away from his foe. Adz brushes some sweat off of his forehead and then charges full steam towards Kristie. He soon pancakes her with a giant stinger splash, but he doesn't even let her fall to the ground, right after the splash he follows up with a high impact DDT. Kristie's body stands straight up before falling lifelessly to the ground.

DM: I'd have to say, Kristie not looking so impressive like last week's performance.

JB: Hey, hey, man. If you wanted one man, All you had to do was ask. Uncle J while hook you right up.

Dr.Adz poses to the crowd for a few seconds, with the crowd giving a small pop. He ventures over the Kristie pick her and carries her to another turnbuckle. He puts her there, backs up, and stinger splashes Jamie again.

Adz, sensing that they want him to finish it, he pick the girl up and lays her across his shoulder and drops her with a huge Adam Bomb! To which he follows up with a pin.

JB: Indeed. Now if you'll excuse me I have something I need to be "rather decisive" over.

Dr. Adz gets to his feet and raises his arms to the fans. We slowly fade to commercial.

DM: I believe Chris Collins is backstage with an interview of some sorts. Let's get back there and see who he's got.

CC: Ladies and gentlemen I'm here with PPW's very own legend. He's a two-time TV champion and a one-time World champion. He is, the Dark Lotus. Mr. Lotus thanks for speaking to us today.

CC: We were hoping to get your reaction to this past week's Mutilation, and how Verafai Omega handcuffed you to the ring whilst attacking Harmony, your girlfriend.

TDL: Of course it pissed me off. Can you remember a time during this past month where I actually physically attacked Verafai Omega No you can't, that's because I haven't. He has taken it too far. And to attack Harmony, a female, has definately pushed the envolope too far. I've been restraining my anger over the past two weeks as I don't want my anger to peak until Mutilation. I don't want to take my anger out on anyone other the Verafai Omega.

CC: Well this week you get your chance, as James Spyder has paired you off with Omega to fight for a spot at Annihilation in the Bloodgames title match. What are your thoughts on this tournament, seeing as you are chasing the title of PPW's first ever Grand Slam champion?

TDL: Well I have to give a big round of applause to James Spyder for making this match and this mini tournament. Not only is the Bloodgames Title on the line, but being named as PPW's first Grand Slammer is quite an achievement. There are two men who can achieve this in the Bloodgames tournament, one being myself and the other being Verafai Omega. Verafai seems to think that this title is a second tier title. Well no shit Verafai. Any title below the World Championship is second tier. I mean I can't see myself getting another shot at the World Title any time soon, so what better way to occupy myself then with the Bloodgames Title. Look at me. Who can possibly beat me with no rules

CC: Lately you have been impressive, when not distracted by your vendetta with Omega. How much of a factor do you think Ms. Taylor will play in your match with Verafai this week?

TDL: Well there you go. Anything can happen then. Harmony could come out, Colin Zale might even show up, heck, Johnny Dinucci might run down and beat the shit out of Verafai Omega for all I know. No rules, anything goes, I can't say what anyone will do during the match. But I have told Harmony not to get involved, to answer your question.

CC: But since when do women listen right? I once asked this woman to lick this cream off of my bal...

The Dark Lotus, with a disgusted look on his face, raises his hand to the face of Chris Collins.

CC: Oh, sorry, a little side-tracked there. Anyway, yes Harmony. If she were to show up in this match, would your attention remain focused on defeating Verafai, or on protecting Harmony?

TDL: That's a difficult one. Sure I'd like to protect Harm, but then take your eyes off Verafai and he'll take you down. That's the reason I told Harm not to get involved. But as you said, she is female afterall.

CC: You have a tough decision to make if she appears in this one. Good luck to you on that one!

The Dark Lotus walks out the door and down the hallway towards his locker room to get ready for his match.

MID-CARD MAIN EVENT

BLOODGAMES MATCH

PPW BLOODGAMES CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFYING MATCH

STIPULATION TO BE DECIDED BY JAMES SPYDER

DM: The first of two qualifying matches is about to take place, ladies and gentlemen, and I will have to say that the excitement in this arena is high. Tonight we will find out the two men who will compete for James Spyder's Bloodgames Championship.

JB: Yeah, and you know something that bothers me... The Bloodgames Championship is no longer referred to as PPW's Bloodgames Championship, but has grown to be James Spyder's Bloodgames Championship.

DM: Well, who, besides James Spyder, has held that Bloodgames Championship over the past 9 months, Jesy?

"Welcome To The Jungle" by Guns 'N Roses blasts on the PA System as the lights dim to darkness. The Dark Lotus makes his way out to the ring slowly, rolls in, and waits for his opponent.

DM: The anticipation for this match is high because of the hatred between Verafai Omega and The Dark Lotus. Remember, The Dark Lotus put Omega out of action for a long time with a neck injury. Perhaps that's why James Spyder booked these two gentlemen in a qualifying match. Bloodgames sometimes requires hatred to get the job done.

DM: The 7'1", 370 pound monster may be a tougher challenge for Verafai than he expects. I would expect a helluva move to put away Lotus.

"Can't Keep" by Pearl Jam plays as the masked 6'5", 242 masked man makes his way down to the ring with his eyes focused on TDL the entire entrance. He slides into the ring and the tension between the two is as high as the anticipation for the match.

DM: This match is a regular Bloodgames match as announced earlier this week.

The bell rings and the two men march forward. Lotus goes to grapple, but is hit hard with a knee lift from Omega. He follows it up with a DDT. He immediately goes to work and pounds his fists into TDL's head. He lets up and stands, yelling out into the crowd with menacing eyes. The PPW fans immediately respond in a chorus of boos. Omega simply turns back around, picking the giant up by his hair and whipping him into the ropes. Lotus fires back, ducking a clothesline. He bounces off the ropes again, this time surprised by a running clothesline from Verafai that sends Lotus over the top rope and to the outside of the ring. Lotus lands on his feet, grabs Omega by his legs and pulls him under the ropes after letting the back of his head smack against the canvas.

After dragging Omega to the outside with him, Lotus grabs him by the back of his mask and sends him face first into the steel pole. He picks him up and lifts him into bearhug position. Before he can send him back first into the post again, Omega thinks fast and rakes his eyes. Omega then throws Lotus face first into the post, sending the giant down on the floor. Omega then digs under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. Lotus stands and Omega swings, wrapping the steel around TDL's skull. Lotus falls backward and Omega makes the pinfall. 1... 2... Kickout from Lotus at two.

Omega crawls over and applies an arm bar on Lotus. TDL's strength prevails, however, and Lotus pushes Omega off of him. The two stand at about the same time. Omega sprints forward... Powerslam by The Dark Lotus! Right onto the floor! TDL picks up the steel chair that Omega had just used and waits. Omega stands and Lotus takes his turn to wrap the steel around Omega's head, sending Omega back against the turnbuckle post. Lotus swings again, and sandwiches Omega's head between the post and the chair! The PPW fans release an exhale of "Oohhh!" as Omega slouches down onto the floor. Lotus makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout by Verafai Omega!

DM: Wow, how the hell did he even regain consciousness from that sickening chair shot?

JB: I don't know, Donovan, but do you think that could be a message from Lotus to Omega that's saying he's very capable of doing the same thing he did to him once before?

DM: That's a very good question, Jesy. I think he may be sending some sort of message with that chair shot.

TDL takes his turn to rummage under the ring. He smirks and brings out with him a kendo stick. Meanwhile, Omega is struggling to his feet, using the ring apron for leverage. As he gets up, bent over on the apron, Lotus swings overhanded and smacks the kendo stick across Omega's back. Omega screams out in pain, arching his back and falling to his knees. Lotus lifts the kendo stick high above his head... Low blow by Verafai Omega!

DM: Cheap shot by Omega! Though there are no rules in this match, I still feel that is a shortcut to victory...

Omega stands and attempts the Omega Device! Lotus struggles out of it, pushing Omega forward. Omega holds onto TDL's neck, struggling backwards and hitting a side russian legsweep! Omega rolls over, grabbing the kendo stick. Lotus starts to stand. Omega swings and sandwiches TDL's head this time, between the turnbuckle post and the kendo stick! The smack of the wood against TDL's face echos a sickening sound as Lotus holds his face and rolls on the floor in pain. Omega makes the pin. 1... 2... Kickout by Lotus at a near three count!

JB: Look at The Dark Lotus, Donovan... His face is cut open from the smack of the wood!

Sure enough, blood is trickling down TDL's cheek from the kendo stick shot by Verafai Omega. Omega rolls Lotus into the ring and follows him in with the kendo stick. He sits on the giant's back and puts him in camel clutch position with the kendo stick across TDL's throat! The look on Omega's face is one of vicious and merciless aggression and insanity. He grimaces with spit bubbling out the corners of his mouth as he blatantly chokes Lotus until his face turns blue.

JB: What the hell are you talking about? Anything goes in this match, Donovan. He does what he wants!

Omega finally breaks the hold, stands, and swings in one swift motion, the kendo stick connecting with the back of TDL's skull, speaking clearly the word "Bitch" as the kendo stick smacks Lotus in the back of the head. Lotus holds the back of his head in pain as the fans gasp and yell with wide eyes, sympathizing with The Dark Lotus. Omega pulls Lotus up and whips him into the ropes, swinging the kendo stick again. TDL ducks under the swing, turns, and nearly takes Omega's head off with a huge powerful clothesline. Lotus drops to one knee, dizzy from the shot he just took.

JB: Helluva swing from Verafai Omega. You think he could get drafted to the Yankees?

DM: I doubt it, Jesy. This is a sickening match. The hatred between these two men is just sizzling throughout this arena.

Verafai gets to his feet as Lotus gets to his. Omega sprints forward, and is surprised with a kendo stick shot right in the forehead. Omega stumbles backward, his hands covering his face in pain as he bounces off the ropes, stumbles forward, and is smacked across the ribs with the stick again. He falls to his knees. Lotus measures him up, this time making sure Verafai isn't going to take any cheap shots, and swings downward, slicing the kendo stick across Verafai Omega's face, shattering the wood completely. Omega slumps down face first into the canvas, motionless as the fans begin to chant loudly.

Lotus rolls him over and makes the pin. 1... 2........No! Verafai just kicks out before the three count is made!

DM: Lotus can't believe his eyes! How the hell could Verafai Omega kick out of that?

TDL picks Verafai up and grins as blood seems to creep out of his mask from the kendo stick. Lotus grabs Verafai by the throat and lifts him high into the air, then drops him onto his back.

Lotus, instead of pinning Omega, rolls out of the ring and digs under the ring again. He slides out another steel chair and throws it into the ring, followed by another. He climbs into the ring and grabs Verafai up into a tombstone piledriver right where one of the chairs is.

Verafai manages to squirm out of the tombstone, sliding down TDL's back. Lotus turns around and is NAILED with the Omega Device!

Verafai makes the cover. 1... 2...3! ....No! TDL barely got his shoulder up! Verafai's eyes are wide open and he stares a hole into the referee. He stands slowly and approaches the ref, grabbing him by his shirt collar and lifting him up to eye level, yelling obscenities and screaming in his face. He then drops the ref and decides to maintain his focus on The Dark Lotus.

DM: How in god's name did The Dark Lotus manage to kick out of Verafai Omega's finisher?

JB: I have no idea... I think this is rigged. TDL paid the ref to let him win!

Verafai makes his way towards TDL and lifts him up by his hair. TDL then hits a low blow of his own, bending Omega over instantly. TDL stands slowly and lifts Verafai onto his shoulder, then.... tombstones him onto the canvas.

Lotus makes the cover. 1... 2... 3! No! Omega barely gets HIS shoulder up this time! TDL kneels and shakes his head. He can't believe it.

DM: Another kick out! This match is still going! How the hell!? Lotus then picks Verafai up and puts his head between his legs. He lifts him up into powerbomb position, steps towards the ropes and throws Verafai's body out of the ring and.....

....right through the announcer's table! Verafai is thrown so far that he nails Donovan Michaels on the way through, knocking him to the floor with him. Jesy Blue stands to the side, laughing hysterically and pointing at Donovan's motionless body. The fans erupt with cheers and chants...

Lotus leans against the ropes, worn down from the match so far. He rolls out of the ring and stares down at Verafai Omega, grinning from ear to ear and nodding his head in approval for the destruction he just created. He bends down and pulls Verafai Omega's lifeless body from the wreckage, slinging him over his shoulder and then throwing him through the middle and top rope into the ring.

JB: Ladies and gentlemen, The Dark Lotus just hurled Verafai Omega out of the ring and through our announcer's table! And, the best part is, he knocked out my partner, Donovan! The Dark Lotus is my new favorite wrestler!

Lotus picks Verafai up again, whipping him into the ropes and following up with a hard boot to the mouth. He stalks around the ring, enjoying his position and control over the match at hand. He pulls Omega up again and whips him into the turnbuckle, following after and clotheslining Omega so hard that Omega flies backward, then lays out onto the mat.

JB: Lotus is in complete contol of this match... It's only a matter of time before he decides that Verafai Omega has had enough! ....Hey, Donovan... you ok? I sure hope not.

TDL lifts Omega up again, but this time Omega fights back, sending a right jab into TDL's mouth. TDL responds with a jab of his own. The two then begin to trade punches. Knee lift from Lotus to stop Omega's momentum. He pulls him into a pump handle slam. He lifts him up... but Omega flips over his shoulders! Lotus turns, Omega grabs him by the neck and hits him with another Omega Device, this time on the steel chair! He makes the cover... 1... 2.... 3!!!

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Verafai Omega

JB: Out of nowhere! Just when you think Lotus is in control, Verafai Omega pumps the iron fist and says... No way, SUCKA! HA! With Donovan out of the way, I can say and do whatever I want... Verafai Omega has just advanced to get a chance at the PPW Bloodgames Championship! Woo!

Jesy celebrates his "Victory" in the broadcast stakes as we slowly fade out.

The camera swings towards the ramp area as Sex Type Thing by Stone Temple hits the PA system.

Melling approaches the ring and enters via the steps, to a chorus of jeers from the fans packed out in the United Center. Melling walks over to the far side of the ring, and grabs the microphone from the hand of the ring announcer.

DM: The crowd are relentless tonight, Jesy. No let up here for President Melling.

The crowd continue to boo the PPW co-owner, especially at the mention of last week's antics.

MM: My co-owner, who I haven't always seen eye-to-eye with, worked his magic last week in a way that only he can. He did something that nobody thought he would do, and then he covered it up so professionally.

DM: If this guy's just come out here to gloat then he can save his breath - nobody cares!

MM: Ladies and gentlemen, let me please have the honour of introducing the man to you... PPW's own, Johnny Dinucci!

"Slither" by Velvet Revolver hits, as the arena dims to a very dark blue. The silhouette of the C.E.O. can be seen at the top of the ramp way.

DM: Great, now we have to put up with two egotistical assholes in the same ring at the same time...

Dinucci makes his way to the ring, as Melling sits on the middle rope, lowering it for his fellow co-owner. JD enters the ring, and is handed the microphone by Melling. Dinucci raises the mic. to his mouth, but is unable to speak due to the sheer volume of the hostile Chicago crowd.

DM: The crowd letting Dinucci know just how they feel about his antics last week, Blue.

Dinucci again tries to speak, but again is unable to hear himself.The PPW C.E.O. then screeches down the microphone, in a desperate attempt to be heard.

The United Center erupts in burst of "ASSHOLE" chants for Dinucci. But he actually got their attention.

JD: Shane Kast, last week you thought you were invincible... You thought you were PPW's hottest prospect... A future World champion... The current TV champion... Well, Shano, one week on... Take a look at yourself now...

DM: Ah come on! Kast isn't even here tonight to defend himself, thanks to Dinucci's indefinite suspension.

JD: Now, you're on the shelf, until I say otherwise. And quite frankly, I kinda like not having you around. It's a lot more peaceful... No cocky attitudes, nobody thinkin' they're better than everybody else... Nobody calling the shots...

JD: So Shane, you get to watch from afar as "your" TV title is passed around amongst the remaining PPW roster... And if I have anything to do with it, you'll never get another shot at any PPW title as long as I draw breath.

The fans are very unappreciative to what Dinucci has to say. They continue to drown him out with obscene chants.

JD: And y'know what, Shane? Y'know what the best part of the whole thing is... Our beloved chairman, who by the way should never have been our chairman in the first place it was MY TIME, but anyway... Our beloved chairman is under the impression that you got injured in Wrigley Field last week. So I can pretty much keep you out of action until I see fit to bring you back.

As Dinucci is speaking, the lights in the arena drop to darkness, as the crowds stop booing, and begin to buzz with anticipation.

JD: Put those God-damned lights back on! I'm in the middle of a public address here!

The arena remains in darkness, all except for a spotlight which shines directly on to Dinucci and Melling, startling them momentarily.

The Purepaintron then switches on, and shows the PPW chairman, Quentin Barnes, exiting his limousine and walking towards the Untied Center entrance. He is stopped in his tracks by a courier, who hands a package to the boss.

Barnes takes the package, and enters the United Center, walking towards his office. Suddenly, the Purepaintron blanks out, and the spotlight disappears. The lights return to full power, and Dinucci and Melling stand silently in the ring, with bewildered looks on their faces.

Voice: Now, now, now... I think you boys are getting a little ahead of yourselves... The crowd goes wild as their attention turns to the Purepaintron. On the screen, Chairman Barnes is stood with Colin Zale stood behind him to the right with a somewhat smug grin on his face.

The crowd goes wild as their attention turns to the Purepaintron. On the screen, Chairman Barnes is sat at his desk, his finger tops pressed together with Colin Zale stood behind him to the right with a somewhat smug grin on his face.

QB: Boys... you did well. You did very well... This cover-up makes Roswell look like watergate... But unfortunately, you didn't bank on anyone hating you enough to turn you in... I mean why would anyone screw with the guys who run this company right?

Quentin smiles... he turns his head to the right towards Zale who chuckls smugly with an absolutely obnoxious grin etched across his weathered looking face.

QB: Now, you've put me in a very difficult position... You see, early on Wednesday morning I got on a plane with my wife and we flew to Barbados for a week of sun, sea and relaxation... I left America safe in the knowledge that the CEO and the President knew exactly what the had to do to run the compnay how it should be done. Now, I'm sure you're wondering what Barbados has to do with what the 2 of you pulled... I will explain. You see, I now realise that I can't take vacations.. I can't trust you with the responsibility... That makes me angry... And that makes me angry because that means reduced oppertunities to watch my wife emerge from a swimming pool in the tiniest bikini you have ever seen...

QB: It would be hilarious if I was joking... How many beaches and public pools do you know of in Austin Texas?

Dinucci and Melling begin to look agitated, as if they our the mouse being mocked playfully by the cat before he strikes.

QB: Now, you 2 jackasses have screwed up on so many levels... And as usual, it seems as though this is a mess that I have to clean up... You pissed me off for trying to bull shit me, you pissed off the fans for suspending Kast, you pissed Kast of for suspending Kast and... it would appear... you pissed off Mr. Zale here, which is what has led us to this very point in time... And it seems to me, that the 2 of you need to be taught a physical lesson...

QB: No, no... You misunderstand... You see, I have made the concious decision to change the stipulations of Shane Kast's return to PPW after suspension... You see, I have made it a strict clause to his contract that when Shane's suspension is over, he will only return to active duties if and only if he takes you both out... 2 men, 1 night... Thats the stip...

Quentin smiles as Dinucci and Melling begin to panic in the ring...Zale leans forward and places a suggestion in Quentin's ear...

QB: Ahhhh, Colin, I can always rely on you to add an interesting twist... Shane Kast will definately get his revenge... You see, IF Shane manages to take out the two of you say... Before our NEXT Pay-Per-View, {Insert Name}... Then he will take the 2 of you on inside a 15 foot high steel cage...

Behind Quentin Zale's face breaks into an utterly evil smile, it's obvious that he's really enjoying putting the screws to the two sleazy co-ownersThe crowd goes wild, Melling and Dinucci stop... No movement just shock...

QB: I hope you enjoyed last week boys... Because your life just became hell...

Zale leans forward and slaps his cane against his palm once, his already vile grin spreading even wider. He holds the macabre expression for a moment before two lone words come calmly from his mouth. He leans over Quentin's shoulder and in a very self satisfied voice utters the phrase

Barnes smiles as we slowly fade to commercial, the fans going wild, the co-owners goint white with fear..

MATCH 5

BLOODGAMES MATCH

PPW BLOODGAMES CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFYING MATCH

STIPULATION TO BE DECIDED BY JAMES SPYDER

CJ Maxwell vs. Muerte

JB: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Jesy Blue and... well, my partner is still out from the TDL Jacknife powerbomb on Verafai Omega! Well done, Lotus! Although, you did lose the match. Verafai Omega will be at Annihilation facing off against either CJ Maxwell or Muerte in a glass-covered steel cage match. As James Spyder explained, the only way to win that match would be to pin your opponent. Let's cut to the ring, though, for the stacked tables match!

Surrounding the ring are several folded up tables: two on each of the four sides of the ring. In the ring, there are two more tables folded up, but ready to use.

The arena dims as a purple light begins to pulsate. The fans boo loudly as "Lies" by Evanescence plays over the PA System. CJ Maxwell makes his way out to the ring, seemingly sane. He gets down to the ring, ignoring the fans completely, and rolls inside, leaning against the ropes opposite the entrance and waiting for his opponent.

JB: CJ Maxwell looks determined here. He's gonna be the winner, I believe, just because I like the guy.

"Five Finger Crawl" begins to rip throughout the arena and the lights go out. The camera spans all around the arena and whips around to focus on the entrance way. Suddenly, two red spotlights lock onto the top of the entrance. Then a loud explosion as pyros shoot off. Muerte then steps out onto the ramp where he gazes at the arena with his hands on his hips. After a couple of seconds he walks down the ramp with his eyes set on the ring and a serious demeanor about him. He jumps onto the apron and holds onto the top rope looking from side to side at the audience. He then leap frogs over the top rope and rolls onto one knee into the middle of the ring. Once in the middle of the ring he looks up towards the rafters and sticks both of his index fingers up pointing towards the heaven. After a couple of seconds the arena lights back up and Muerte prepares for the match.

JB: Although perhaps not like TDL and Verafai Omega, I don't think either of these men like each other very well at all.

The bell rings and CJ Maxwell sprints forward, only to be powerslammed onto one of the folded tables in the ring by Muerte. Muerte pulls Maxwell to his feet immediately, whipping him into the ropes. He executes a spinebuster that seems to briefly knock the air out of Maxwell's lungs. Muerte stands and applies a Texas Cloverleaf.

JB: I don't know what you're doing Muerte, because you can't win by submission...

Muerte soon releases the hold and as Maxwell is getting up, kicks him in the back of the head. Maxwell tries to get up again, this time catching Muerte's foot and tripping him, letting his body fly into the air and smack against the canvas with a thud. Maxwell then takes control of the situation, picking Muerte up and hitting him with a backbreaker. He picks him up and whips him into the ropes, hitting a spinebuster of his own onto one of the folded tables. Muerte lifts his hands to his head in pain as his head smacks the surface of the table.

JB: I'm still waiting for some statements to be made. Afterall, they're fighting for a chance at the Bloodgames Championship!

Maxwell follows up, pulling Muerte to his feet and DDTing him onto the surface of the folded table again. He then unfolds one of the tables in the ring, standing it up-right and ready for use. He walks over to set the other one up, but is tripped up by Muerte. Muerte stands and hits Maxwell with a powerful german suplex. Picking CJ up to his feet, Muerte lifts him onto his shoulders and nails a Death Valley Driver through the table that's set up. CJ crumbles with the table as Muerte stands above him with a demonic grin.

JB: That's not a win, there. You have to put your opponent through AT LEAST two tables in order to get the victory. Muerte just wasted a table. Well done, dumbass.

Muerte then walks over and sets up the other table that's in the ring, right next to the ropes. He pulls Maxwell up and lays him out onto the table. He runs off the ropes, springboards on the other side, and moonsaults. Maxwell moves out of the way! And Muerte crashes through the other table in the ring. The ring now is covered in a mess of wood. Maxwell climbs the turnbuckle and as Muerte stands, leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick!

JB: Nice move by Maxwell there and.... Welcome back Donovan! How ya feelin' buddy?

Maxwell rolls out of the ring and sets up each of the four tables outside. He rummages under the ring, sliding out another table, but is met with a missile dropkick from Muerte this time, sending the table right into Maxwell's face! Muerte stacks the loose table onto one of the other tables.

DM: I highly doubt either of these men could make a rookie mistake in allowing the other to end the match so quickly.

He walks over to one of the other tables set up and brings it over, setting it right next to the two stacked tables. He rummages under the ring and pulls out a ladder. Before he can set it up, he's met with a dropkick that sends the ladder into HIS face now.

DM: The momentum just keeps switching, Jesy! One of these men is going to have to gain a strong advantage soon.

Maxwell slides the 20 foot ladder into the ring, but doesn't set it up. Instead, he begins to work on Muerte, stomping away at his upper body. He pulls Muerte up and nails him with a snap suplex. He walks over to what was the announcer's table and grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper. He turns and as Muerte is standing, swings with all his strength, forcing the chair and bone to make a loud, hollow echo that nearly silences the entire arena. Muerte's eyes glaze over and he stumbles backwards, falling onto his back and bringing his hands to his face in extreme pain.

Maxwell uses the time to rummage underneath the ring and grab up another table, stacking it onto the table next to the already stacked tables.

Maxwell rushes over and eventually stacks the other two tables on top of the two stacks by standing on the apron while doing so, creating two stacks of three. He looks down to attack Muerte, but he isn't there. Suddenly, Muerte, behind Maxwell, grabs his head and executes a reverse suplex into the ring! Muerte waits. Maxwell stands and is jolted back by a steel chair shot from Muerte! Muerte then sets the 20 foot ladder up and begins to climb it.

The excitement in the arena starts to grow as both men ascend the ladder. Both reach the top and begin to trade punches. Maxwell gets the advantage and begins to throw fist after fist. Muerte stops the punching abruptly, grabbing Maxwell by the back of his head and smacking his face into the top of the ladder. Maxwell balances himself, but Muerte sunset flips over him, feet landing on the rungs of the ladder, and powerbombs CJ Maxwell onto the canvas below!!!

Muerte stands above CJ Maxwell, and smiles as he climbs to the top of the ladder again.

Muerte stands at the very top of the ladder, balancing himself. He leaps off and executes a picture perfect twisting dragon assault!

JB: Both men are hurt from that move, Donovan. Look at Muerte holding his lower back in pain! I think he may have pulled something!

Both men lie on the canvas. Muerte is the first on his feet, though he kind of limps around the ring to get his balance back. Maxwell gets to his feet, but is met with a hard standing side kick. Maxwell falls backwards and Muerte falls to his knees, somewhat in pain.

DM: Well, he looks more in pain than he is in control. I think he may have hurt himself executing that suicidal finishing move!

Muerte rolls out of the ring, and stacks more tables, until there are four stacks of three, making a little box on the outside of the ring. Maxwell then makes his way out of the ring and the two begin to stack off more tables, until one entire side of the ring is stacked four tables high between the ring apron and the barricade separating the fans from the action.

DM: ...These two men have created possibly the most demonic table structure that I have ever seen...

Both men slide into the ring and begin to pound away on each other. Muerte gains the advantage, whipping Maxwell into the ropes and hitting a back body drop into the tables! No! Maxwell lands on the apron, facing Muerte. Muerte turns as Maxwell springboards from the top rope and hits a dropkick that launches Muerte across the ring. Maxwell begins to climb the ladder...

DM: I don't like the looks of this... Something about it doesn't seem right. Someone's going to get very hurt!

Muerte gets to his feet as Maxwell is halfway up and begins climbing the ladder himself. Both men on each side get to the top and begin to fight it out again. Maxwell rakes Muerte's eyes. Muerte starts to sway backwards. Maxwell hooks his arm to throw him through the tables. Muerte blocks it. He rakes Maxwell's eyes, hooks his arm. The ladder breaks! Both men sway with the ladder towards the ring, fly out and fall through the stacks of tables! The tables crash as the two opponents descend into a world of broken wood.

For at least a minute and a half, no movement can be seen. Finally, from the wreckage crawls Muerte, climbing onto the apron and rolling into the ring slowly. Blood can be seen on his arms and neck and face from where the wood cut into his skin. His eyes are tired and worn. He leans against the bottom turnbuckle, sitting and exhausted. Now Maxwell crawls into the ring from the broken wood world. He stares at Muerte and stands above him with the same tired look. He leans down and as he's pulling Muerte up by the hair, Muerte nails him with a low blow!

DM: I'd have never thought Muerte would stoop so low, even when there were no rules...

DM: For christ's sake, this has to be over! All he has to do is throw his lifeless body through the remainder of those tables!

Muerte pulls Maxwell out and lays him onto one of the stacked tables that still remain. He sets up the broken ladder the best he can and begins to climb it once more.

He reaches the top and balances himself. He points to the heavens, as if signaling for his finisher one more time. He leaps off the 20 foot ladder and twists in the air...

CJ Maxwell rolls off the table and into the ring as Muerte's body disappears through the stacked tables and into the blackness beyond them. PPW fans erupt in cheers of approval for the destruction! Maxwell rolls out of the ring and finds Muerte, rolling him back into the ring. Maxwell whips Muerte into the ropes and hits a running tornado DDT! Muerte lies on the mat as Maxwell regains his energy.

Muerte finally gets to his feet as Maxwell catches his final breath. The two share a staredown and then grapple in the middle of the ring. Maxwell whips Muerte into the ropes and looks as though he's going to throw him right into the tables that are left waiting outside. Muerte halts and slides under Maxwell's legs. The two grapple again. Muerte whips Maxwell into the ropes and actually DOES throw Maxwell over the top rope. Maxwell positions himself and only slides onto the top layer of the tables!

Muerte stares with impatience and climbs the turnbuckle, then steps onto the same table as Maxwell. The two battle for position. Muerte backs onto the turnbuckle to gain leverage. He lifts Maxwell up into a stalling suplex. He steps forward slowly, holding Maxwell's body up into the air as he steps onto the tables. Maxwell spins and lands on the top turnbuckle. He locks his arm around Muerte's head in reverse DDT fashion. He lifts Muerte up...

Maxwell then holds him in position and sits out, dropping Muerte and himself through four layers of tables and down to the concrete floor waiting on them....

The bell rings as both men lie in the broken wood, bloody and scarred by the brutal match.

JB: At Annihilation, we will see Verafai Omega Vs. CJ Maxwell for the Bloodgames Championship! What a helluva match it will be, inside a Glass-Covered Steel Cage.... With James Spyder as the Guest Referee! Oh hell yeah!!

EMT's begin to work on the 2 fallen opponents as we slowly fade out to commercial.

MATCH 6

REGULAR SINGLES MATCH

PPW TV CHAMPIONSHIP

Slayne Demonio (c)vs. Cobra

DM: It is now time for the second defense of the TV title, ever since it was announced that this was to be defended twice per show the…….

The arena blacks out. An image of a Cobra appears on the Purepaintron and a snakes hiss is heard throughout the arena as Give 'Em Hell Kids by My Chemical Romance begins to play. The video package starts at the same time as the vocals of the song and the lights come back up revealing Cobra at the top of the ramp. He walks down to the ring not looking at the crowd but focusing on the ring. He enters the ring and stands in the corner waiting for his opponent.

JB: If I knew that's all it took to shut you up, I would have turned the lights out on you years ago!

In the ring, Slayne unstraps his title belt and shows it to Cobra, mouthing off to him some before he hands it over to the referee, before the ref has it fully in hand Cobra runs towards Slayne, who has his back turned to him, grabs him by the hair and tosses him hard to the mat. Cobra then mounts the fallen Slayne and begins pounding his head off the mat. Slayne manages to fight him off, but before he is able to get to his feet again, Cobra attacks with a series of hard right hands to the back of the head.

DM: What a quick start here by Cobra, he is really wanting that championship belt.

Back in the ring Cobra has his knee resting in the back of Slayne and has his hands cupped around his neck pulling back on it. Slayne starts to show signs of life and breaks this hold, he runs towards Cobra attempting a spear but is met with a huge spinebuster, Cobra follows this up with a cover. The ref slides down beside them and bounces his open hand off the mat once, then again, and just before the third one Slayne manages to toss Cobra off of him.

DM: That's a smart move by Cobra, try to pin the bruised and beaten tired man.

Slayne is slow to get up and groggy once he finally does, he is then met with an Double arm DDT sending his skull crashing down to the mat. Again Cobra quickly follows with a cover, 1……..2……….. Slayne manages to get a shoulder up, Cobra covers yet again 1……..2.. this time the shoulder comes up a little quicker as the pin attempt is broken up.

Back in the ring, Slayne finds himself in a sleep hold, the ref drops to make sure that it isnt an illegal choke hold, oddly enough he thinks that it is so he breaks the hold. Cobra turns to question this call and Slayne quickly rolls him up in a school boy 1……….2……. Cobra manages to kick out, and still gets to his feet quicker than Slayne. Slayne finds himself up on one knee before he is helped the rest of the way up and powerbombed back down to the mat. Slayne somehow rolls out of the ring, trying to buy himself some time and regain his composure. Cobra plays to the crowd a bit before going out after Slayne. The ref starts the 10 count.

DM: Slayne really seems out of it here, that first match must have really taken its toll on him.

JB: If I play the cd I have with the movie I rented it should really test the quality of the weed I bought from the kid sitting in the third row behind us.

Outside the ring, Cobra picks up Slayne and drops him throat first against the security railing.

He then picks up the motionless Slayne and thrusts him shoulder first into the ring steps, making a sick thud.

Cobra then rolls back into the ring to break the count, before rolling back out

DM: I'm not sure Slayne would have been able to make it back into the ring, what is Cobra thinking?

JB: He is thinking that the title cant change hands on count out, you do watch wrestling for a living don't you?

Cobra helps up the lifeless Slayne, he rolls him back into the ring and slides in shortly after. He brings Slayne up to his feet and sends him back down with a text book Death Valley Driver making a cover to follow. 1………..2………..3

DM: No Slayne, had his foot on the rope, what great ring awareness by the champ.

Cobra seems frustrated, he turns to argue with the referee. The argument gets heated as he grabs the ref by the shirt collar and tosses him into the corner. Slayne has managed to get up by this point and runs towards the back of Cobra hitting a backwards hellseeker, and taking out both Cobra and the ref. Neither man is able to get back up to his feet for what seems like minutes but is only really about thirty seconds before Cobra manages to get back up. He slides out of the ring and grabs a chair, tosses the chair into the ring and slides back in. Slayne is getting up at this point and once he is fully standing the chair collides with his head buckling his knees and sending him back to the ground as blood starts to pour out of his forehead.

JB: Life isn't always fair, I think this 20 bag will only roll me three joints, that little bastard!

Jesy gets up out of his chair and starts walking through the crowd trying to find the boy who sold him the pot.

Back in the ring the ref is still down as Cobra forces Slayne back up to his feet, he sits the chair up in the center of the ring and hits the Cobra's bite collapsing the chair. He then makes the cover and waits for the ref to come to. Shortly after this he breaks the cover and walks over to the ref slapping him in the face, the ref starts to stir as he resumes the cover. The ref slowly starts to slide over to his position, he slaps his hand down on the mat once, then there is a pretty significant delay as it finally hits the second, it slowly heads down for the third time but just before it hits the mat Slayne manages to get a shoulder up. Cobra looks on in disbelief!

The ref is still a bit shaken up, he is covering his head as the frustrated Cobra again slides out and introduces a chair into the match. This time as he stands with the chair in hand, he turns towards Slayne who had managed to get to his feet and is met with the Devour Driver. Slayne throws his left arm over Cobra as he falls to the mat also. The ref slowly slides over…..1……….2……………………3.

DM: Slayne Demonio has won the match, what a champion he is, can anyone take this belt from him?

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Slayne Demonio
Slayne Demonio IS STILL THE PPW TV CHAMPION

Both men are still down in the ring as the lights in the arena go out, a silver spotlight shines down on the fallen champion as a man starts making his way through the crowd, he hops the ring barrier and enters the ring standing above the beaten and bloodied Demonio. Now we see that it is "The Fallen Angel" Alexander Fayt, he poses in a crucifix position before helping the champion up and handing him his belt. Slayne looks confused as he is met with a kick to the gut and Oxceltyne Burner on the champ sending him head first to the mat. He then grabs the PPW television title belt and poses with it before tossing it down on the lifeless body of Demonio and exiting in the same fashion he entered… However a voice stops him in his tracks.

QB: Well well… Our newest signee… Alexander Fayt… I understand your reasons for coming out here tonight. I truly do… You want a shot at out Television Champion. Your attack may have been any more specific than the winner of this match but… It served a purpose. Congratulations "Fallen Angel"… You get your shot, the opening match of Annihilation… Slayne Demonio will defend against Alexander Fayt…

QB: Hold up son… Remember, the TV title is now defended TWICE a show… So I still have an opponent to name for you for Anihilation…

QB: Ladies and gentlemen… I wish to introduce to you… Your second opponent… The other man who tonight, proved himself worthy of a shot at that title… He is… DR. ADZ!

The ER theme hits, Dr., Adz makes his way onto the ramp… he raises his stethoscope into the air as Fayt looks on with a smile on his face…

MAIN EVENT

REGULAR TAG TEAM MATCH

PPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP SEMI-FINAL ROUND 3

James Spyder & Riddick Andrews vs. Tre Crawford & Colin Zale

DM: Well ladies and gentlemen, this is it… the final tag team match of this fantastic World title tournament. For one last time before Annihilation, these 4 superstars will get it on to see who will be fighting each other for the richest prize in the game, the "new-look" PPW World Championship.

JB: And the way things stand, Michaels. You gotta go for Riddick Andrews. The only way he can NOT go to Annihilation now is if he and James Spyder are defeated, and Riddick is the guy who gets pinned. That would mean that both Zale and Crawford would go to the PPV to fight for the belt… right?

DM: Right, Jesy. But that is, of course, very, very possible. Colin Zale got the pinfall last week, why not two in a row?

Song Number 2 by Blur hits, the crowd go wild and scream in anticipation, as WOOOOO calls out through the arena Riddick makes his way onto the ramp! The volume doubles, Riddick's smirk in arrogance looks around at the fans making his way to the ring… He rolls into the ring… His eyes focus on the rampway…

DM: Here's the current leader of the pack, Riddick Andrews! Jesy he has to be on the top of his game this week if he's to make sure he doesn't lose his place at such a late stage in the competition.

JB: Trust me, Donovan, Andrews is a cool character. He has the chairman in his corner… what could possibly go wrong?

DM: Well I'd say that Tre Crawford could get his old run-in pal Johnny Dinucci in his corner, but after Tre's phone call this past week with Dinucci, and Barnes' confrontation with him tonight, I don't think JD will be anywhere near ringside again tonight.

"Ticks and Leeches" by Tool hits up the PA system, and the crowd in the United Center go absolutely crazy for PPW's Bloodgames champion. The bass guitar kicks in with its rhythmic tuning. The guitar cuts into a shrill tone and finally the guitar riff cuts in.

"SUCK AND SUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" An explosion of blue and silver pyro shoots into the air. The Purepaintron shows a screen of Spyder's face masked in blood as James Spyder steps out onto the entrance ramp, a sadistic grin plastered on his face.

DM: This place is going absolutely bananas for James Spyder! He has a huge mountain to climb tonight, Jesy.

JB: He HAS to ensure that he and Riddick get the victory, Michaels. That means putting his friendship with Colin Zale on the backburner, and really making a go of this match.

DM: Well, Zale did say this past week that that is exactly what Spyder should do. He should forget about "Zale and Spyder" and go for the win.

As Spyder enters the ring, he approaches Riddick Andrews and the two reluctantly shake hands.

JB: No way! Did you SEE that handshake?! It was a very hateful handshake. I can't see this unity lasting, Donny.

The lights in the arena dim as a close up picture of the PPW title appears on the Purepaintron. A voice is heard in a soft whispering tone, saying Perfections Coming. At this point the title begins to flicker in and out, when its out a picture of Tre Crawford's face replaces it. Smoke begins to fill the ramp area, as it begins to clear Tre then steps up onto the ramp as he does "I Dont Give A Fuck" by Hed (PE) begins to play. Tre has his head down in deep concentration; Tre then raises both arms up and with each hand throws up the Westside W. As he peaks with both arms pyro begins to explode around him leaving a trail of flames shooting down the ramp way.

Tre then raises his head up and heads towards the ring taunting the fans. Once he struts into the ring, he climbs up on the second rope (not in the corner) and holds the west side symbol up high with his right arm. He does this once on every section and then removes his silver glittery robe and sunglasses following this he leans up against the corner and waits for the bell.

DM: He's a lot of things, Jess... a liar, a cheat, a scammer, an asshole. Perfect doesn't even come close!

DM: Yes but your mind doesn't function at full capacity, does it! Half of it's corroded away from the wall of your brain!

"Here Comes the Pain" by Slayer hits, and the crowds erupt into madness yet again, this time, for Colin Zale. Zale walks down to the ring with a real purpose in his step. He rolls under the bottom rope, and goes straight over to Tre Crawford. Tre trash talks Zale somewhat, but Zale ignores this. The PPW veteran then snarls at Tre and warns him about the importance of this match. Tre then turns with his back to Spyder and Riddick, and continues to talk with Zale. As Riddick and Spyder ready themselves to start the match, Tre turns around on the spot, and levels James Spyder right on the spine with a right hand!

DM: Whoa! A very unorthodox approach by Tre Crawford! He usually clings behind his partner until he knows he's gonna be at an advantage!

Crawford then looks over at Zale, as if to say "is that serious enough for you?". The former World champion then picks up Spyder, and launches him shoulder-first into the steel ring post!

Spyder writhes in agony, but it isn't long before a sadistic grin creeps itself on to his face.

Spyder gets back to his feet, clutching his shoulder, but Tre doesn't repent. Instead, he hits Spyder with a European Uppercut. Spyder once again hits the canvas, but again, tries to get up in defiance. He does get back to his feet, and stands toe-to-toe with the Perfect Weapon, much to Crawford's disgust. Crawford then pushes Spyder backwards, but Spyder regains his footing, then stands toe-to-toe with Tre once again.

Tre then lets out a little chuckle, as does Spyder, who was already grinning from the pain inflicted to his shoulder previously. Tre then looks over at Colin Zale, then back at Spyder. He then looks to the floor, trying to catch Spyder unawares. He then quickly attempts a right hand, but Spyder blocks it and begins to unload on Tre Crawford with just his left hand - the right one too painful to lift up and land a shot.

DM: Oh my God! James Spyder is going crazy on Crawford here! He is beating the living shit outta him!

Spyder eventually backs Tre into a corner, and then hits a fallaway slam. He then pounces up on to the top rope, and comes flying on to Tre with a diving headbutt! Tre, dazed, stays down. Spyder walks over to his corner and tags in his partner, Riddick Andrews.

DM: This is a vital step on the way to Spyder's survival - teamwork and trust. He HAS to realize that Riddick's best interests are to win this match, just as his are. That way, he can half his load.

Andrews confronts Crawford, and immediately unleashes a top rope double underhook suplex, almost decapitating the PPW Hall-of-Famer.

Riddick then continues his assault with a brainbuster suplex, again knocking Tre to the mat. Riddick then goes for a cover...

DM: Great advantage taken there by Riddick. He knows how close he is to Annihilation!

Tre scurries over to the other side of the ring to try and tag in Xolin Zale, but Riddick grabs him by the leg and drags him back across into the centre of the ring! Andrews then hits a tiger bomb, much to the delight of the Chicago crowd!

Riddick attempts an Irish whip on Tre, but Crawford reverses it and hits a desperation neckbreaker! Riddick goes to ground, as does "The Pinnacle of Perfection".

DM: Both men are down, folks! Now it's just a race to see who gets to their feet first!

Tre has a slight advantage over Andrews, after hitting the neckbreaker. He slowly crawls towards to Zale, who is actually cheering Tre on. On the other side of the ring, Riddick is trying to reach the outstretched arm of James Spyder, but is still too short.

At that moment, Tre reaches out a little further, and successfully reaches the hand of Colin Zale! And on the other side of the ring, Riddick leaps and tags in James Spyder!

DM: My God! They're both in together! Spyder and Zale, one-on-one, with the World title situation hanging in the balance!

Zale pauses and looks at Spyder, but Spyder wastes no time whatsoever. He launches himself at Zale and hits a standing superkick, knocking Zale on to his back!

Spyder then goes up top, and perches n the top turnbuckle, waiting for Zale to rise. And as he does, Spyder connects 100% with a missile dropkick!

DM: This is unbelievable! James Spyder just EXPLODED on long-time friend Colin Zale! There's no holding back in this one, ladies and gentlemen!

Spyder goes for a cover, but Zale is immediately up after the 1-count. Colin then attacks Spyder with a right hand, followed by "A Ticket to Nothingness"!

DM: Holy Hell! We haven't seen that move in quite some time! Colin Zale just hit "A Ticket to Nothingness" on James Spyder, his closest friend!

At that point, Tre Crawford enters the ring too, all 4 men are now brutalizing each other! Tre levels Spyder with a Silencer, knocking the Bloodgames champion to the outside!

Riddick attempts a Riddickule on Crawford, but Zale is quickly in to break up the chance of a cover. He assaults Riddick with a belly-to-back suplex, and arches his back to go for the cover...

At that moment, Spyder drags Zale off of Riddick, and to the outside! Tre recuperates in the ring, and he and Riddick go at it. On the outside, Spyder tosses Zale in to the ring steps, almost crushing his friend's collar bone!

DM: The ref's lost all control of this one, Jesy! He should be counting Spyder and Zale, but he's too busy trying to get Crawford and Andrews out of the ring!

Spyder picks Zale up, and Irish whips him in to the announce table. Spyder then dashes towards Zale, but Zale monkey tosses Spyder over his head and he crashes through the announce table!

Zale looks down on Spyder with an emotionless face. The crowd are cheering and booing - cheering for Colin Zale, but booing the fact that Spyder was dumped through the table.

Zale re-enters the ring, and is greeted with a jumping piledriver from Riddick! The referee is now able to divert all his attention to the action in the ring, and eventually manages to pull Riddick and Tre out of there. EMTs rush out to ringside to look at Spyder.

DM: Ladies and gentlemen, I think this match could have been called short. I'll get a winner for you from the announ-...

Donovan Michaels is broken off by a flying piece of announce table, as James Spyder pulls himself to his knees!

Spyder gets back in to the ring, and Zale looks at him with admiration and respect. He then issues a boot to the face, knocking Spyder straight down to the mat. Chants for both Spyder and Zale ring out throughout the arena, as the two goliaths of PPW battle it out for the right to fight for the richest prize in Pure Pain Wrestling.

JB: I can't believe Spyder can still compete after that high-angled fall from the Zale monkey toss.

DM: Neither can I, but he is, and Zale will not stop either, until HE has secured himself a place in the final 2...

Colin Zale picks up James Spyder and takes him over to the corner. He then climbs the ropes, and readies himself for the Extreme F'n Headache. But before he can position himself properly, Spyder pushes Zale off of the turnbuckle!

Zale gets up, still fresher than his good friend, but is met in midair by a missile dropkick!

Spyder then tosses Zale in to the corner - Zale hits his face on the rope pad. Spyder then launches himself at Colin, hitting a Gore into the spinal cord!

Spyder then gets back to his feet, but is met by Tre Crawford's Silencer, right between the eyes!

Riddick Andrews immediately enters the ring, and levels Crawford with the Riccickule! The referee then pushes the two men out of the ring, where they continue to brawl. Zale, up on his feet after the Lethal Dosage, approaches the "silenced" body of James Spyder, and drops to his knees. He goes for the cover...

Zale, frustrated, then gets to his feet, and picks up Spyder by the hair. Spyder, bleeding is defenseless. Zale goes for a powerbomb, but Spyder manages to reverse it, and turn it around into a backbreaker. Upon swinging Zale around, Spyder drops to his knees and Zale's spine crushes against his friend's knee cap!

Both men then lie motionless in the centre of the PPW ring, the fans going absolutely mental for them both.

Outside Riddick Andrews whips Tre into the steel ring post head first… He looks up before crawling into the ring… Zale is already out for the count, but just to make sure Riddick pulls him to his feet… he lifts him up onto his shoulders and slams Zale with the Riddickule! The referee has no idea what is going on and awaits Riddick's cover!

DM: RIDDICK IS TORN! PIN ZALE FOR THE FIRST TIME OR ALLOW SPYDER GET THE PIN…

Riddick looks down at both men… Before turning and heading out of the ring! James Spyder reaches out an arm and flops it on top of Colin Zale. The referee counts...

WINNERS OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - James Spyder & Ridick Andrews
James Spyder got the pinfall

1. Riddick Andrews - 6 pts
2. James Spyder - 5 pts
3. Tre Crawford - 4 pts
4. Colin Zale - 3 pts

On the outside, Tre Crawford reaches for his brass knucks, but Riddick quickly disposes of them, then tosses Tre over the barrier and into the front row. He then clambers in to the ring to join his partner for the evening, James Spyder.

In the ring, Colin Zale is stirring. Spyder helps his friend to his feet, and offers a handshake. Colin Zale, extremely dazed and even more confused, acknowledges Spyder, and the two men embrace in the middle of the United Center.

Zale then looks at Andrews before departing the ring. Riddick then offers out a hand to Spyder.

Spyder then extends his arm, and the two partners shake hands in the middle of the ring. Riddick then raises his arm up to his fans, as Spyder wipes the blood from his forehead. Spyder then stops, and snaps around to face Riddick, who has his back to Spyder now. Spyder then slides out of the ring and reaches for his croquet mallet! He then slides back in, and waits for Riddick to turn around. Riddick does so, and receives the "Croquet, anybody?"!

Spyder then grabs a microphone, and says to Riddick: "See you at Annihilation". He then exits the ring and walks up the ramp, where Zale awaits him at the top. The camera then pans in on the unconscious Riddick Andrews, as Mutilation goes off the air.