MUTILATION RESULTS
Date:
Wednesday, June 8, 2005
Venue: Busch Stadium
Location: St. Louis, MO
The beginning drum beats of "Ticks and Leeches" thuds on the PA System and the fans of PPW erupt in cheers. The bass guitar kicks in with its rhythmic tuning. The guitar cuts into a shrill tone and finally the guitar riff cuts in, the fans waiting for James Spyder to make his way out. "SUCK AND SUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" An explosion of blue and silver pyro shoots into the air. The PPWTron 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. His Bloodgames Championship rests on his shoulder as he stands with his theme music still pulsing loudly throughout the arena. Most of the fans are singing along with the music. He steps forward and begins to walk down to the ring. Once he gets there, he steps in and requests a microphone. His music dies down and fades out. He circles the ring as the cheering of the fans grows, then silences into a hush.
DM: Impressive entrance from James Spyder here tonight. And this is an unscheduled appearance, so I'm curious to know what he's got on his mind right now.
JB: Well, being curious about that is like being curious about how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop... The world may never know.
The arena finally quiets to a decibel low enough to allow Spyder to speak. He stares out with his facepaint smeared with blood. He raises the mic to his mouth.
Spyder: For nearly 8 months, I have defined the term "Bloodgames" for each and every person back in the locker room, as well as the fans of PPW. I won this championship in a triple threat match with Riddick Andrews and Logan Omega back in October. Since that night, I have raised the bar in this division and taken it to places that it had never been. And that's what I'm here to talk about tonight.
He takes a moment to readjust a strap on his overalls, pulling it back over his shoulder to make himself more or less comfortable.
Spyder: I'll get straight to the point. PPW needs and will have a new Bloodgames Champion.
Before he can continue, the arena erupts in loud boos of shock. Spyder is taken by surprise for a moment and he glances around the arena with squinted eyes.
Spyder: LOOK! If you'd let me finish, you may have a different reaction.
The fans quiet again.
Spyder: Okay, so... PPW will crown a new Bloodgames Champion at Annihilation. And, because I am the Bloodgames Champion, I not only get to choose the stipulations for the match, but I also have the privelege to choose the participants in that match. Who will the participants be? Well, I have four in mind. Four Bloodgames contenders. The only problem with that is, the match at Annihilation will only contain two contenders. So, on the Mutilation before Annihilation, PPW will see two qualifying matches for the Bloodgames Championship Match.
DM: Well, this seems to be taking an interesting turn.
Spyder: In the first match, it will be a simple Bloodgames rules match, between The Dark Lotus... and Verafai Omega. Verafai, you've seemed to want to get your hands on Lotus, so what better place to do it than inside a Bloodgames match? I'll be honest, I've never liked you. But, we'll see if you're as good as you let on to be.
JB: Wow, Spyder isn't messing around. He wants blood, guts, and... I can't think of another gruesome part of the body other than the assh--
DM: All right, that's enough.
Spyder: In the second qualifying match, we will see a stacked tables match. That is, in order to win, you have to put your opponent through two or more stacked tables. Notice how I say two or more stacked tables. And the competitors in that match will include Cobra and... CJ Maxwell.
A loud eruption of booing pulses in the arena. Spyder squints out at them again, as if in confusion for their disapproval.
Spyder: Are you telling me that you seriously don't want to see Maxwell and Cobra beating the life out of each other for a shot at this championship right here!?
He emphasizes his point by tapping his index finger against the championship gold.
DM: Well, I think the fans are booing because of the name CJ Maxwell, not because of the match stipulation.
Spyder: The winners of these qualifying matches will then go on to Mutilation and fight for the Bloodgames Championship... in a glass-covered steel cage match!
The fans erupt! The desire of violence in their eyes forces Spyder to grin in satisfaction. He stares out at the fans, holding his Bloodgames Championship across his shoulder.
DM: Oh my god! Did you hear that, Jesy!?
JB: I'm sitting right next to you, jackass, of course I heard it. James Spyder is taking this championship WAY too far! A glass-covered steel cage!?
Spyder: The only way you can win is by pinfall! There is no escape. There is no running away. And I will make sure of that because... I will be the special guest referee!
Another eruption shakes the arena at the announcement. A violent grin surfaces on Spyder's face as he throws the mic down and lifts his Bloodgames Championship over his head in pride. "Ticks and Leeches" booms in the arena and Spyder leaves the ring, the cheering fans all around him chanting.
PPW Fans: We want blood! We want blood! We want blood!
DM: PPW is filled with fours tonight, Jesy! Spyder, Crawford, Andrews, and Zale are the final four in the tournament to crown our new champion. And James Spyder just announced that there will be four possible new Bloodgames Champions. Verafai Omega, The Dark Lotus, Cobra, and CJ Maxwell all have a shot at becoming Bloodgames Champ. And two of them will be going on to Annihilation to fight in a Glass-Covered Steel Cage Match with James Spyder as their special guest referee. What an announcement made by James Spyder!
OPENING
MATCH
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Jamie Kristi vs. Verafai Omega
"Human" by Assemblage 23 hits the PA system as Jamie Kristi makes her way down the ramp for the first time in her PPW career. She quickly jogs to the ring area, and rolls under the bottom rope. Kristi then makes her way over to the far end of the ring, and climbs the turnbuckle, raising her arms to the St. Louis crowd.
DM: Welcome to Mutilation, everybody! Boy, do we have a lot of action planned for tonight. Any minute now, Jamie Kristi will make her way out, to take on the returning Verafai-
JB: ...She's already in the ring.
DM: ...Oh. So she is.
JB: Good work.
DM: That huge announcement right off the bat by James Spyder tonight has left Jesy and I all unprepared - we never could have expected this from the current Bloodgames Champ!
"Can't Keep" by Pearl Jam plays, as Verafai Omega purposefully walks to the ring, no games.
DM: Well it certainly will be interesting to see how Verafai performs following his extended layoff.
JB: If last week is anything to go by, I don't think he'll struggle.
DM: He blindsided his own brother! I don't think Aristotle could have predicted that, let alone could Logan see it coming. Tonight he'll have to face Jamie Kristi, face to face.
In the ring Verafai motions for a mic which he is quickly given.
VO: Before I make an example of Jamie Kristi this evening, assuming that mute's actually in the building, i'd like to take a moment to make a quick shout out to my brother Logan. Unfortunately Logan can't be here with us tonight through unavoidable circumstances...
DM: Unavoidable! Is he for real!?
VO: However I feel confident in the knowledge that Logan is sitting in his hospital bed, sending out all the positive vibes he can muster...
Verafai moves to the ring edge and looks directly into one of the cameras, clutching one hand across his heart.
VO: Logan, i'd like to dedicate tonight's match to you, get well soon little brother.
DM: Can you believe the gall of this guy?
JB: Huh? He sounded sincere to me.
DM: Usually you wait until the mid-card main event to completely smoke yourself Jesy. That was about as sincere as a cheating ex-wife who shall remain nameless...
VO: Now, before I make a mockery of this d-grade stooge, i'd like to make a quick shout out to my boy in the back, The Dark Lotus. Now you're probably hiding in your dressing room, door barricaded shut whilst you run, pardon the pun, through your third pair of spandex for the evening, and i've got to admit, I don't blame you. As I stated last Mutilation, and again during the past fortnight, you're a dead man walking. You can float the thought that you'd love for this issue to simply go away, but you broke my fucking neck Lotus! You took away my livelihood, removed me from a career at it's peak... And you took my world title. Did you honestly expect me to forgive and forget? I don't think so. I guarantee you won't know where, and you won't know how, but be damn sure about it, it will happen. What exactly? For that, you'll have to wait and see.
Verafai hands the mic back to the ring attendant and awaits the bell.
DM: And here's Verafai Omega!
When the bell sounds, "Welcome To the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses hits and out walks The Dark Lotus. He looks around at the crowd as he walks down to the announce table. He gives Verafai Omega a little wave as he sits down in between Jesy Blue and Donovan Michaels.
JB: What a suck. Why don’t you get under the table and suck his co…
TDL: Why don’t you shut your pie hole Jesy. Don, I’m here to make sure Verafai Omega doesn’t get out of hand again.
Jamie Kristi and Verafai Omega walk in at each other. Jamie Kristi seems to stand in a hunched position, on the defence from a Verafai Omega attack. Extending his right hand for a handshake, Verafai Omega awaits for Jamie Kristi to respond.
Looking around to the fans, hoping that they'll tell him what to do, he shrugs his shoulders and offers his hand.
From nowhere, Verafai Omega gives Jamie Kristi a kick to stomach, while holding her hand.
DM: Typical.
TDL: Did you see what that bastard did, he cheap-shotted a woman.
Verafai Omega laces Jamie Kristi with some more stomps, lifts her up and drops her back down with a flapjack. From behind, Verafai Omega grabs Jamie Kristi's hips and tosses her back with a wheelbarrow suplex.
JB: Sweet potatoes?
DM: Yes, Jesy, sweet potatoes.
TDL: How do you stand sitting here every week next to this piece of shit?
DM: With great difficulty.
Continuing his attack on Jamie Kristi, Verafai Omega delivers some kicks to Jamie Kristi's ribs, picks her up and heaves her, shoulder first, into the post. Wrapping his hands around Jamie Kristi's waist, Verafai Omega slams her down with a hard waistlock takedown. Driving some kicks to Jamie Kristi's shoulder, Verafai Omega stands her back up and whips her into the ropes. Upon his return, he takes Jamie Kristi down with a vicious clothesline, which nearly knocks her head off.
DM: Verafai Omega is just dismantling Jamie Kristi!
JB: You were expecting something else?
Again, Omega goes to lift Jamie Kristi up; but this time, Jamie Kristi nulls his attack by driving a forearm into Omega's midsection. Stumbling back, Verafai Omega receives a Russian legsweep, taking him back down to the ground.
DM: She's fighting back, Jesy.
JB: No fucking way.
Like a predator stalking its prey, Jamie Kristi covers Verafai Omega and hooks a leg.
DM: One....
JB: God no!
With ease, Verafai Omega kicks out of Jamie Kristi's cover. Going right back on the attack, though; Jamie Kristi lifts Verafai Omega up and goes to whip him into the ropes. Reversing Jamie Kristi's force, Verafai Omega sends Jamie Kristi into the ropes, and when she comes back, she meets a thunderous clothesline.
Standing Jamie Kristi up, Verafai Omega props her in the corner. Whipping her into the opposite corner, Verafai Omega bounces off, Jamie Kristi ducks and Verafai Omega delivers a vicious clothesline to the referee. Out of nowhere, "Bitch" by Sevendust comes through the arena as Harmony Taylor runs down to the ringside and picks up a chair. She rolls into the ring and tells Omega to lift Jamie Kristi up for her.
JB: What is Harmony Taylor doing here?
TDL: I don’t know, but I think I have to be excused.
The Dark Lotus stands from his position at the announce table and stands at ringside. Meanwhile in the ring, Harmony swings the chair but Jamie Kristi ducks and Harmony collects Verafai Omega, who crashes to the mat, blood pouring from his head.
DM: I think she just hit the wrong person.
JB: Even if she did, she just got her target.
Harmony Taylor drives the chair right into the ribs of Jamie Kristi. The Dark Lotus calls Harmony out of the ring as the referee comes to. He sees the carnage in the ring and starts to shake his head in confusion. The referee starts the 10 count and gets to 8 as Verafai Omega drags himself up by the ropes. He kicks Jamie Kristi in the ribs and then rolls her up in a small package.
1…2…3!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Verafai Omega
DM: And after a tough match, Verafai Omega shows us why he is in the Hall of Fame.
JB: But what’s this Dark Lotus guy doing now? God I hate him!
The Dark Lotus and Harmony Taylor step into the ring together, The Dark Lotus has a microphone in his hand.
The Dark Lotus drops the microphone and walks up the ramp arm in arm with Harmony Taylor, as they turn around and see Verafai Omega struggling to stand. Omega stares at Lotus and a few harsh words are exchanged. PPW Mutilation cuts to an ad break.
MATCH 2
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Moochie vs. Shadow
DM: I can't believe Harmony Taylor and The Dark Lotus are an alliance!
JB: Yeah I know... The way she looks at me, I always thought she had a thing for me.
DM: Maybe its cataracts
JB: Oh aren't we the funny one?!
DM: Back to business, ladies and gentlemen. For the second week in a row, this match was scheduled to see Moochie take on Shadow... And for the second week running, the match has been cancelled!
JB: Ah for God's sake...
DM: We believe that either President Mike Melling or C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci will be issuing a statement about this in the near future. Our apologies, folks.
MATCH CANCELLED
MATCH 3
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Cobra vs. Lucas Stevenson
DM: He we go, PPW fans. Another great match about to start, between Lucas Stevenson and Cobra. Are you ready, Jese?
JB: .........Ya, sure.
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.
"I'm supposed to die" by 50 cent as Lucas Stevenson enthusiastically walks out and moves down the ramp. He rolls into the ring, jumps on the middle rope and raises both of his hands into the air. He jumps down and stares at the awaiting Cobra.
DM: Both of these men looking to pick up some stride from recent loses from PPW veteran. Cobra to The Dark Lotus and Lucas to Logan Omega
JB: Yeah, they were beat down.
DM: Well, actually both individual held their own very well against...
JB: Did they win?
DM: Well...no they didn't...
JB: Then they got beat down!...Now just shut it and keep you attention on the present.
DM: ...
The bell rings and the two men lock-up. Lucas quickly slides Cobra into headlock, Lucas runs forward and leaps into the air to plant Cobra with a running bulldog, but as soon as Lucas leaves the ground, Cobra catches him and drops him with a backdrop, landing Lucas right on the back of his head.
DM: Wow, A huge reversal right at the start of the match! And right on his neck!
Cobra scans the cheering crowd as he gets up. He picks up Lucas, who is holding the back of his head. He picks Lucas up in a suplex, and hangs him there, he motions that he is ready to drop him when Lucas suddenly kicks forward and drops Cobra with a vertically swinging DDT.
DM: Oh my! Another huge reversal this time from Stevenson!
JB: Calm down, your going to suffer a heart attack before we even get to the main event, and if you did that it would be just me, calling the <i>whole</i> show, just me, by myself, just.........you know what, son. Who am I to judge? Yell and flail as much as you please. You have my support.
DM:.....Thanks, Jess
The "thud" from the ring echoes as Lucas quickly gets to hit and delivers a series of stomps to the mid-section of Cobra. In an effort to escape, Cobra rolls himself away but only to get stuck in a corner. Stevenson quickly capitalizes once more by delivering a furious set of toe kicks. The referee gets between Lucas and Cobra, giving a stop to the attack. Lucas breaks away from the ref and sends a knee straight to the face of Cobra. Lucas lifts Cobra up and hooks a headlock once more and lands the running bull dog he meant to get earlier. Cobra rolls on his back covering his face, Stevenson makes a signal by rapidly rotating his forearms around each other. He climbs to the top rope, points into the crowd, and twirls in the air with a flipping leg drop. Cobra, inches away from contact, sits-up. Lucas smacks hard into the canvas, rear first.
DM: He took way too long and went for that way too early in the match.
Cobra quickly regains control of by sitting Lucas up, placing his knee in his back, and pulling on Lucas arms in a surfboard lock. He cries out in pain as he tries to break Cobra hold, but Cobra only locks in tighter. After a few moments of the hold being in place,Cobra releases it and drop kicks Lucas' head. Cobra places Lucas in a dragon sleeper and pulls up to his feet while keeping the hold on. Cobra tightens the dragon sleeper's lock as he looks to the side and nods at the crowd. He suddenly drops Stevenson on the top of his head with huge reverse ddt that sends Lucas flipping over on his stomach. Cobra stands up and runs his thumb across his throat signaling the end.
DM: Huge move by Cobra. And he is already telling everybody that's it over. I..
JB: Do snakes have dicks?
DM: What?!?
JB: You know, a "crankshaft", "wood", a "ding-aling-aling". You know that one thing your girl says she need more of? That.
DM: Eh..uh..meh.....I haven't a damn clue, Jese! Stay on the match!
JB: Knowledge is power,Donnie.
DM:...
JB: I'm just teasin', Don. * The sound of Jese ruffling Donovan's hair can be heard.*
DM: That's all fine and well, can we go back to the action now....god..what is Cobra doing!?!
During the announcers spar. Cobra had worked his way to the top rope with Lucas and has him now placed on his shoulders as if to jackknife Lucas off the top rope.
DM: Oh my god! Cobra is really going to do this, is he?
JB: Wow, things just don't get any better for Lucas no matter who he's facing.
Just as the drop is about to happen, Lucas snaps back and hits a picture perfect hurricanrana sending Cobra crashing dead center of the ring.
JB: Whoa, sweet! Stevenson turned the tables big time on Cobra
DM: This may very well be Cobra's end...
Panting, Lucas crawls over to the winded Cobra and covers for the pin.
1........
2........
3..
DM: NO! Cobra kicked out just as the count of three was about to happen.
JB: Sorry, kiddo. Maybe another time
Lucas has a look of shock stricken across his face. He argues with the ref about the call. In frustration, he pushes the ref and the ref is forced to look at the crowd for a few seconds, but that's all that's needed, right after the push, Lucas is soon meet with a desperation low blow from behind by Cobra. As Lucas doubles over, Cobra quickly rolls Lucas up in a schoolboy pin. The ref turns around, angry and ready to get in Lucas' face, but he sees the pin and immediately drops down and makes the count.
1........
2......
3..
JB: Whoa! Another close call but Lucas kicked out of that one just in time.
DM: Very close, but I don't agree with Cobra's methods of getting the pin attempt there.
JB: Meh...Why churn butter, when you can hump the cow for free
DM: Do what?!?
JB: Tre told me that backstage, words to live by kids.
DM: To all those watching, I apologize for my partner here......god, Jese
Lucas is pulling Cobra after he had just delivered several mounted punches. Lucas goes to iris whip Cobra into the ropes, but Cobra counters with his own whip, but yet again another counter from Lucas who is finally able to whip Cobra into the ropes. On the rebound Lucas catches in the side effect position.
DM: TOTAL SHUT DOWN! THIS IS OVER...WAIT!!
During the lift for the move, Cobra breaks free sends Lucas a devastating version of his RKO, The Cobra's Bite!
DM: Cobra hits the 'bite' right out of nowhere!
JB: That'll fracture a few places in the face.
Cobra slings an arm over the body of Lucas Stevenson.
1........
2........
3......!
DM: He did it! Wow, an unexpected turn for Cobra!
JB: Definitely, this was better then I thought it was going be...
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Cobra
MID-CARD
MAIN EVENT
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
PPW TV CHAMPIONSHIP
Shane Kast (c) vs. CJ Maxwell
DM: And how can you predict the winner of the next match, Jesy? We've got Shane Kast and CJ Maxwell battling it out in a Falls Count Anywhere Match. And, as Kast pointed out, CJ Maxwell may be receiving a visit from James Spyder tonight with all of what Maxwell has been doing.
JB: I highly doubt that, Michaels. Spyder is concentrated on one thing, and one thing only tonight: The tag team match. He couldn't care less about what's going on with Maxwell at this point, if he's thinking clearly. But then again, when the hell does Spyder think clearly?
DM: Good point, but let's go to ringside and get this started. This match has now been made into a title match - Kast must defend the TV title, as announced in a press conference earlier today by Chairman Quentin Barnes.
"Getting Away With Murder" plays and Shane Kast makes his way out through the entrance. A large mass of cheering greets him as he makes his way down the ramp to ringside. He takes a moment to raise his arms at shoulder level, the fans responding in cheers as he slides into the ring and leans against the ropes, stretching out while he waits for his opponent.
JB: Cocky son of a bitch.
DM: He has every right to be, Jesy.
JB: Then why do you get upset when Crawford is cocky?
DM: Because he's a prick.
A brief silence fills the arena, then purple lights begin to flash around the arena.
DM: What's this?
JB: The return of Barney!?
"Lies" by Evanescence plays in the arena and CJ Maxwell stumbles out from the entrance. His hair has shaved patches in random spots all around his head and he glances over his shoulder cautiously as he makes his way down to the ring. The fans around the arena are too stunned to boo him as usual. Instead, they watch as the purple lights flash on and off, following him down to the ring. He rolls into the ring and stands, staring distantly at the canvas.
JB: Looks like Maxwell is a few fries short of a happy meal, Donovan.
DM: That was quite a bizarre entrance from CJ Maxwell. Something isn't right with him lately.
JB: He's got a few screws loose upstairs, Donovan.
Kast glances Maxwell over, laughing as he holds his stomach. Maxwell simply continues to stare at the ground. The bell rings and suddenly Maxwell looks as if he just woke up. His eyes enlarge and he charges toward Shane Kast. Kast, caught off-guard, can only throw his arms up in an attempt to defend himself as Maxwell tackles him through the ropes and onto the outside. He climbs on top of him and begins to pummel him with his fists.
DM: Christ, what the hell has gotten into CJ Maxwell!?
JB: The lights are on, but no one's home, Donovan.
Maxwell steps off and digs under the ring, pulling out a trash can. He turns and is surprised to see Kast sprinting after him. Maxwell hurls the trash can forward and it connects in Kast's face. Kast falls backwards and hits the ground, holding his face in pain. Maxwell glances over his shoulder and then all around, cautiously staring closely at his surroundings. He rolls back into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He waits as Kast stands on the outside, then jumps and hits a cross body that sends both men flipping over the barricades to the fans. Maxwell shoves a few fans aside and grabs their folded chair, lifting it above his head with a psychotic look in his eye, and brings it down hard against Kast's skull. Kast lazily falls over the barricade back to ringside.
DM: Maxwell has complete control over this match... How!?
JB: He's lost his marbles, Donovan!
DM: Enough with the stupid puns.
JB: Okely Dokely.
Maxwell climbs back over the barricade and then stops in his steps toward Kast almost instantly. He stares down at the ground with the same distant look he just had before the match began. Kast gets to his feet and grabs Maxwell, whipping him into the ring apron before Maxwell can react. Maxwell hits the apron back-first and falls to his knees, the same distant look on his face. Kast picks the chair up that Maxwell had used on him and smashes it across his skull. Maxwell slouches over and Kast makes the pin on the outside of the ring. The ref makes the count. 1... 2... Kickout by Maxwell just before it was too late.
JB: He's... nevermind.
DM: Another stupid pun?
JB: Yes sir.
Maxwell snaps out of it again and jumps up. He throws a boot into Kast's mid-section, then rolls him into the ring, shortly following after him. The two stand and Maxwell sprints forward, only to be powerslammed back into the mat. Maxwell lets out a cry of rage and pain as he hits the canvas. Maxwell is picked up, then whipped into the ropes. Maxwell charges forward. Superkick from Shane Kast! Maxwell is sent back over the top rope and to the outside.
DM: Shane Kast hit that out of nowhere, Jesy!
JB: You're beginning to sound like Jim Ross, you know it?
Kast bounces back off the ropes and sprints toward the side where Maxwell is. He springboards on the top rope and somersaults on top of the standing Maxwell, both men colliding into the barricade. The two men lie on the arena floor in pain. Kast rolls on top of Maxwell. 1... 2.. Kickout by Maxwell.
JB: Do you think maybe Spyder will come out here to attack Kast for wanting the Bloodgames Title?
DM: Well it's no secret that both of these men have at least some kind of interest in that title. But, as you said earlier, Spyder's got bigger fish to fry tonight.
Kast slides out of the side of the ring opposite the side Maxwell went out at. He digs underneath the ring and grabs a table, pulling it out and setting it up alongside the ring. He walks around the ring to CJ, who is waiting for him, ducking behind the ring apron. Maxwell jumps up and clotheslines Kast to the ground. He leans down and strips the protective mats covering the concrete floor below him. That done, he pulls Kast back up and lifts him into a piledriver above the exposed concrete.
DM: Don't do it, CJ! Don't you do it!
JB: Yes, yes, CJ, do whatever you wanna do. 'Atta boy!
CJ smiles maniacally and drops down, piledriving Shane Kast's head directly onto the concrete. A gasp of "Ooooh!" punctuates Maxwell's move from the fans. Maxwell stares at the motionless Shane Kast and covers him for the pin. 1... 2... No! Kast kicks out! Maxwell smirks and pulls Kast up, who is bleeding from the top of the head from impact of the move. Blood drips from his hairline down his forehead. Maxwell then rolls him into the ring, then climbs the turnbuckle. Kast stands. Missile dropkick! Maxwell makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout by Kast again. Now Maxwell exits the ring, digging underneath. He pulls out another table, setting it up on the side adjacent to the side that the other table is set up.
JB: This looks like it's going to get messy!
DM: Indeed it does. I'm not sure what Maxwell and Kast have planned with those tables, but I'm sure it's nothing good. Kast is already messy from that sadistic piledriver from CJ Maxwell. What in the hell has gotten into him!?
JB: My first thought would be... "A lot..."
Maxwell then rolls back into the ring and pulls Kast up to his feet. He throws him into the corner then follows with a clothesline. He lifts him up onto the turnbuckle. Kast fights back! He throws a few rights down on Maxwell's head. He stands on the middle rope, throwing rights down on him. And... low blow from Maxwell! He lifts his arm up and connects with a blatant low blow that stops Kast's momentum immediately. Maxwell climbs the turbuckle and puts Kast's head between his legs. He lifts him up and... Powerbombs him through one of the tables sitting on the outside of the ring!
DM: Oh my god!
JB: HELL YES!
PPW Fans: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Maxwell stands on top of the turnbuckle with a distant look on his face, as if he was unaware of what he just did. He just stands with his eyes lazily open. He snaps out of it again and looks down at the destruction he just caused. Climbing down from the turnbuckle, he jumps to the outside and quickly covers the fallen Shane Kast. 1... 2... Kickout just before the ref's hand hit the ground! Maxwell can't believe it!
DM: Kast just kicked out of a powerbomb through a table!!!
JB: From the top turnbuckle even!
DM: How much more will it take to beat Shane Kast, Jesy!?
CJ makes his way under the ring again, digging for a weapon. He comes out from under the ring with a very broad smile on his face. He looks around like a crazed psycho that just found his murder weapon. He nods with wide eyes and a grin on his face.
DM: What? What's he got?
JB: Oh, hell yeah!
DM: That's a croquet mallet! Oh my god!
Maxwell pulls his arms out and sure enough, clenched in his hands is a croquet mallet. He stares at it like a child would look at his favorite toy that he longs to receive. He turns slowly, staring down at where Kast was lying... he snaps out of his state and realizes that Kast is right in front of him. Angered, Maxwell sprints forward and clotheslines Shane Kast with the mallet's handle. Kast falls to the floor. Maxwell positions himself, measuring Kast up with the mallet.
JB: This may have answered the question you asked a moment ago, Donovan!
DM: Which was?
JB: How much more will it take to beat Shane Kast!!! A mallet will beat anybody!
DM: And I don't like the looks of things here...
Kast stands slowly to his feet. Maxwell gets into batting stance. Kast turns. Maxwell swings. Kast ducks. The mallet hits the turnbuckle post and Maxwell drops it in pain as it vibrates in his hands. Kast runs forward, jumps, and hits a tornado DDT! He follows it up and pulls Maxwell to his feet. He whips him into the turnpost... No! Maxwell reverses it and whips Kast into the turnpost face-first. Kast hits it and stumbles backwards, immediately getting dropped with a reverse DDT onto the head of the croquet mallet. Maxwell stares down at his broken opponent and smiles.
DM: Now, what in the hell is going on here!? What is wrong with CJ Maxwell!? He looks like a crazed lunatic!
JB: Just how I like 'em!
He walks over, pulling a steel chair away from the timekeeper. He brings the chair back around and sets it neatly on Shane Kast's face. He then picks the croquet mallet from the floor and stares at the head of it with fascination. Then, he lifts the mallet above his head and grins from ear to ear. He hurls it downward. Just at the last split second, Kast rolls out of the way, and the mallet head connects with the steel chair, a sickening sound echoing in the arena.
JB: Damn...
DM: Christ! He could have ended Shane Kast's career! What a bastard!
JB: Hey! Hey! Let's not get personal, Donovan.
DM: Well, damnit, CJ Maxwell is in no condition to be out here! He could have killed him!
JB: Now, that's a little exaggeration there.
Kast grabs the chair by its legs, pulls it back, and while sitting up, he hurls the chair forward, throwing it and watching as it connects with Maxwell's patchy head. Maxwell stumbles back, dazed. Kast grabs the hammer from him, and on instinct, hurls it down, the head of the hammer smashing into Maxwell's groin. CJ's eyes widen as he falls sideways onto the other table that's set up ringside. Kast looks over his options, then quickly grabs the steel chair and climbs onto the top turnbuckle.
JB: And that wasn't sadistic what Kast just did!?
Kast holds the chair behind his legs as he bends down, then he leaps, flipping forward and hitting a somersault legdrop with the chair connecting across Maxwell's face! The two fall through the table and Kast lands hard on top of Maxwell. He makes the cover. 1... 2... 3! No! Maxwell barely gets a shoulder up!
DM: How the hell!?
JB: It's CJ Maxwell, shut up!
Kast rolls Maxwell into the ring, following him and rolling in himself. Kast then brings Maxwell up to his feet. And Maxwell rakes his eyes to buy him some time. Kast stumbles away, trying to regain his vision. Once regained, he turns around. No one there. Before he can do anything else, Maxwell has him up in the air set up in an inverted falcon arrow!
JB: This is it! I don't think Shane Kast should buy a credit card for awhile, Donovan!
DM: Why's that?
JB: He just got Max'ed Out!
DM: ....really, Jesy, that was the worst pun you've had all night.
JB: ....oh...
Before Maxwell can execute the maneuver, however, Kast manages to use his weight to get leverage, and he flips over behind Maxwell. Maxwell turns, only to get a boot to the midsection. Kast puts CJ's head between his legs and executes a picture perfect jumping cradle piledriver!
DM: The End! The End! The End!
JB: Okay, you remember that Jim Ross comment I made earlier? I think you should start listening.
Kast makes the cover. 1... 2... 3! Shane Kast wins a close battle with CJ Maxwell!
DM: Kast wins! What a spectacular match!
JB: Only because Kast won... Christ, now I owe Pete Rose ten bucks...
DM: ....Only you Jesy.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – Shane Kast
Shane Kast is still the PPW TV champion
MATCH 5
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Harmony Taylor vs. Lightning
DM: Jesy, it's time for another Pure Pain Wrestling extravaganza! Are you ready?
JB: I don't know. I just ate about twenty pounds of leftover chicken from last night.
DM: ...
JB: I know. I found it in the dumpster, out back.
DM: ...Oh. Well, let's get things started, shall we?
JB: Sounds like a plan.
Harmony Taylor is already in the ring, anxious to start the match. She stands staring at the ramp.
JB: Here comes one huge egomanic.
The lights dime as the echo of thunder goes though out the arena, suddenly a bolt of lightning hits the entrance and the music picks up, a figure steps out wear lightning designed westling gear, you can hear some of the crowd start to cheer. As The figure steps through the ropes is handed the mic and begins to talk.
JB: Woooo! Here comes Lightning!
DM: Yup... The superstar everyone loves to hate.
The bell rings and the two lock up, with Lightning immediately applying a headlock. Trying to pry her way out, Harmony strikes Lightning with some forearms to his ribcage, backing him into the ropes. Pushing him off, Harmony throws him into the ropes.
DM: Lightning comes back with a shoulderblock to Taylor.
JB: Oh no...
DM: He throws himself into the ropes again, but Harmony leapfrogs up and over him. Bouncing back, he tries to run at Harmony, but again, she leapfrogs over him.
JB: Come on, Lightning. Run at Harmony, so that she can kick you in the face. Maybe then, he'd have some sense knocked into him.
DM: Here he comes!
Running back with a clothesline, Harmony ducks under this attack. Grabbing both of Lightning's arms from behind, she attempts a backslide, but Lightning rolls across Harmony's back, landing on his feet. Sending a kick to Harmony's gut, Lightning double underhooks both of her arms and tries for a powerbomb, but no avail, as she flips over onto her feet.
DM: Saving herself, she rolls her way onto her feet.
JB: Phew. There's nothing to sweat. Nothing at all.
Responding to Harmony's avoidance, Lightning decides to swing his right arm at her head, but she ducks. Waistlocking Lightning, she attempts to German suplex him, but he blocks it by interlocking his leg around Harmony's right leg. Sending an elbow to her face, he tugs her arms away from his waist, turns around and armdrags her.
DM: Harmony is sent flying.
JB: Son of a... Come on Lightning you idiot.
Sweeping her way up to her feet, Harmony takes Lightning down with a legsweep, followed by an elbowdrop. Quickly, she attempts a fast cover.
1...
JB: One!
DM: It's only a one. A simple elbowdrop isn't going to put Lightning away. If you believe otherwise, you mustn't watch PPW all too often.
JB: Or you're a fucking retard.
Applying a headlock on Lightning, she attempts to wear him down, with Lightning clawing his way to his feet, still with Harmony clung to him. Lifting a knee to Lightning's head, Harmony knocks Lightning off-balance, allowing her to bring him down with a headlock takedown, which Harmony rolls on top of him, looking for another pinfall.
1...2...
DM: It's only a two!
JB: Two is closer than a one. And that was a goddamn headlock takedown.
DM: Eh, there's still lots to go, I'm sure. Harmony is even releasing her grip just so she can stand Lightning to his feet. Up here, she kicks him in the gut, bounces off the ropes and returns with a swinging neckbreaker!
JB: She got him good!
Snapping her way to her feet, Harmony attacks Lightning with some stomps and mounts him, delivering a series of punches to Lightning's head.
JB: I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE PUNCHING! COME MOUNT ME!
Standing him up, she dropkicks him into the ropes, where she soon delivers some punches to Lightning's skull. Irish-whipping him across the ring, he is about to be sent into the opposite set of ropes, when he is able to reverse it.
DM: Harmony is sent into the ropes! Lightning ducks down for a backdrop...
Sunset-flipping over Lightning, Harmony tries to roll him up, but he is able to keep his upright stance. Despite Harmony's efforts, Lightning collapses on her chest, pinning both of her shoulders down to the mat.
DM: He might have her!
JB: He's sitting on her tits!
DM: Jealous?
JB: Yes!
1...2...
DM: Harmony brings her legs up, wraps them underneath Lightning's arm and rolls him up, instead!
1...2...
JB: Thr...
DM: No! He rolls out!
Gripping Harmony's legs, he attempts to slingshot her into the corner, but as she flies up, she lands on the second turnbuckle. Diving backwards, she connects with a moonsault across Lightning's throat.
JB: See that?! She stopped his attack while in mid-air! That Harmony is something else.
DM: She's a talented girl. But that wasn't quite all of her finisher...
1... 2... NO! The Impact wasn't quite enough...
Springing back up to her feet, Harmony leaps back onto the top rope and dives backwards with a moonsault! This time from the top rope keeping a lateral press on Hardcore Lightning, Harmony hooks his right leg, looking for a victory.
JB: Harmony is going to win this... one... two... thr-...
DM: Lightning places his left foot on the bottom rope!
JB: Ah, for fuck's sake.
Picking Lightning up, she runs at him, delivering a stunning back elbow, knocking him into the corner. With all of her strength, she sits him on the top rope, climbs up alongside him and is just a mere few seconds away from bringing him down with a top rope hurricanrana. However, before she can pull something off, Lightning fights back and begins to viciously strike her with punch after punch.
DM: Lightning isn't going to allow Harmony to go any further!
Wrapping Harmony's left arm around his head, Lightning attempts to gourdbuster her off the top rope, but she is able to hang on to the top rope. She strikes his ribs with a punch, but that is futile, as Lightning attempts another top rope gourdbuster. After a third try, Lightning throws her off the top rope with the front release suplex. Not inside the ring, though, but out onto the floor.
DM: Dear God, Harmony landed chest-first on the floor!
JB: Fortunately, those big, beautiful bossoms saved her fall. But she looks fine.
Still on the top rope, Lightning jumps and cross body's Harmony, knocking both onto the floor, Lightning's head seemingly hit the Ring Announcers chair, busting him wide open.
DM: That chair! Lightning just hit the chair inadvertantly!
JB: That was fucking WICKED! We need to have more of that kinda stuff, Donovan.
DM: I'm gonna have to disagree with you on that one.
JB: Hell nah. Lightning was like a rocket that lost its power halfway to its target destination. Watching him smash into the floor was goddamn hilarious.
Standing a bloodied Lightning up, Harmony rolls him back inside the ring and rolls in after him, holding her gut. Dragging him parallel to the corners, Harmony makes her way to the top rope and flies off with her version of a moonsault.
DM: There's the moonsault!
JB: It's all over, now. Harmony has finally rid herself of that disease called Lightning!
Laying across his body, she hooks his leg, just to be safe.
DM: The referee is counting.
1...2... 3...
DM: Harmony picks up the win... My god ,Lightning's mistake cost him dear!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Harmony Taylor
Harmony gets to her feet and staggers a little looking down at the fallen Lightning. His eyes are shut completely unconcious... EMT's sprint to the ring as Harmony leaves ringside victorious...
The screen fades to a red setting. Everything is set in red. Even the sky is red. Red lightning flashes on the screen as a silhouette of Colin Zale with a singapore cane lifted high above his head fades in and out of the picture, followed by the silhouettes of Riddick Andrews walking across the screen, then James Spyder slowly walking forward with his hair spiked out. Finally, a silhouette of Tre Crawford delivering a Silencer to an unknown shadowed opponent flashes on the screen.
Voiceover: For 9 and a half months, it was inactive.
Images race by, fading in and out of the red fluffy clouds rapidly of Andrews hitting the Riddickule, Spyder hitting the Spyder's Bite, and Zale executing an "Extreme F'n Headache!" The image of Tre Crawford with a cocky grin on his face and a microphone in hand fades in and out of the clouds.
Voiceover: On July 6th, PPW will crown its new champion...
Arrogant smirks from each men as all four stand side by side on the screen, the red sky background behind them.
Voiceover: James Spyder...
The excited voice of Donovan Michaels breaks in as it shows several people fall victim to the Spyder's Bite.
DM: Spyder's Bite! Spyder's Bite! It's all over!
Voiceover: Tre Crawford...
The image of Crawford delivering the Silencer to several opponents, the last image being CJ Maxwell.
DM: The Silencer! CJ just got screwed!
Voiceover: Riddick Andrews...
The now excited voice of Jesy Blue shrieks as images of Riddick Andrews executing the Riddickule to several opponents, the last being against Shane Kast at this past Mutilation.
JB: Riddickule!!!
Voiceover: Colin Zale...
Images of Zale brutalizing his opponents with his singapore cane flash across the red sky, then the image of Zale hitting Slayne Demonio with the Extreme F'n Headache as Donovan cuts in...
DM: I think Slayne's going to wake up tomorrow with an extreme f'n headache, Jesy!!
The images fade to the red sky now.
Voiceover: After 9 and a half months, PPW will have a new face at the top of the ladder.
The images of C.E.O. Johnny Dinnuci and President Mike Melling appear at the top of the screen.
Voiceover: The Extreme Icon...
The still-image of Colin Zale fades at the bottom right corner of the screen.
Voiceover: The Perfect Weapon...
The still image of Tre Crawford fades in at the left half of the screen.
Voiceover: The Underdog...
The still of Riddick Andrews fades in between Zale and Crawford.
Voiceover: The Epitome of Brutality...
The still of James Spyder fades in at the bottom left corner of the screen.
Voiceover: Four men... One night... One chance... One title... Annihilation!
The word "Annihilation" fades in the picture with all six men surrounding it. A new look PPW Championship appears in the center of the screen, then fades out all at once with an explosion. The screen fades to black.
MATCH 6
STREET FIGHT
Slayne Demonio vs. The Dark Lotus
The lights shut off as the beginning of "Welcome to the Jungle" plays around the arena. A spotlight is cast on the entranceway as The Dark Lotus makes his way out, walking down the ring under the spotlight. He then steps into the ring and smoke rises from the ring, filling it entirely as Lotus stares out at the crowd with no emotion.
JB: As long as Slayne beats Lotus here, I don't care who wins this one, Donovan!
DM: That made no sense...
JB: Ah... I'm too high to know what sense is anymore!!!
The riffs from "Downfall" cut in and Slayne Demonio steps out to a mass of booing. He smirks as he walks down to the ring and slides in, staring at The Dark Lotus with intense eyes. The two stand in the ring from each other and the ref calls for the bell. Without hesitation, both men exit their side of the ring and fish around for weapons underneath. Slayne slips out a wrap of barbed wire, which he throws to the side, then brings out a trash can lid. On the other side of the ring, TDL pulls out a baseball bat. Both men slide into the ring.
DM: This spells trouble, Jesy.
JB: Really? I don't see any of the letters for "trouble" anywhere...
DM: Wow...
They charge forward and Lotus swings for the fences. Slayne ducks and slams the trash can lid into TDL's gut. TDL bends down and Slayne follows up, smashing the lid against TDL's skull. The sound echoes in the arena. Lotus falls to his knees, only to be blasted with the trash can lid again, in the same spot on his skull. He falls face first to the mat. Slayne throws the lid onto the canvas and pulls Lotus onto his feet, kicks him in the gut, and DDT's him face-first onto the lid.
JB: Slayne has this match in the palm of his hand!
He wastes no time and turns him over, going for the early pinfall. 1... 2 Kickout from Lotus.
DM: As if he was going to get such an early pinfall...
JB: It could happen.
Slayne then picks Lotus up and whips him into the ropes. Lotus fires back with a clothesline... and misses! He turns around. Big boot from Slayne Demonio! Lotus falls backwards and Slayne picks up the baseball bat and stalks Lotus with an evil grin on his face. Lotus gets up to his knees and stares up at Slayne with blood trickling from his mouth. Slayne smirks and swings, and the bat is caught by Lotus! Lotus stares up at Slayne and kicks him in the stomach. Slayne bends down in temporary pain, but shortly regains momentum by lifting his knee right into TDL's groin. Lotus drops the bat conveniently in Slayne's hands and Slayne swings, connecting squarely with TDL's skull for the third time.
DM: Oh my god! Slayne may have broken TDL's skull with that swing!
JB: He could play for the Cardinals! He and Pujols would have a home run derby!
DM: He and who?
Lotus slouches forward, rocked hard by the baseball swing. Slayne attempts to pull Lotus up, but Lotus is seemingly unconscious. Slayne shrugs and steps through the ropes to the outside, rummaging underneath the ring again. This time he pulls out a folded wooden chair. He seems satisfied as he slides into the ring with his new found weapon. He stares in confusion. Lotus isn't lying on the mat. He looks around, but there is no Lotus to be found. He cautiously walks to each side of the ring, looking over the ropes to try and find his opponent. As he gets to the final side, he leans over slowly, and Lotus throws a fistful of white powder right into Slayne's face. Slayne stumbles backwards furiously and drops his wooden chair to the mat in doing so.
JB: Lotus is cheating! Get him the hell out of here!
DM: There are no rules in this match, Jesy.
JB: Okay, then I better not here you pissing and moaning when Slayne pulls an underhanded move.
Lotus creeps into the ring and follows up with a powerful clothesline that sends Slayne off his feet. He wastes no time and picks Slayne back up and puts him in position for a powerbomb. He glances over at the wooden chair and smirks, repositioning himself. He lifts Slayne up then, and jacknifes him onto the wooden chair. Slayne archs his back in pain as his powder-filled eyes widen.
DM: What a move!
JB: Shut up.
TDL makes the cover. 1... 2.. Kickout from Slayne Demonio. Lotus pulls Demonio up and whips him into the ropes. When Slayne returns, he is lifted high over TDL's head in body press position aaaand... Dropped face first behind Lotus into the mat. TDL picks up the wooden folded chair and smacks it hard against the back of Slayne's neck. A loud slap is heard throughout the arena.
JB: Oh no! Poor Slayne! Lotus just smacked that chair across his neck...
DM: Yeah, it's called a street fight. Anything goes.
JB: Yeah, but... but... I like Slayne...
TDL fires the chair forward again, connecting in the same place... and again... again... again... And again. Finally, Lotus drops the chair and picks Demonio up, lifting him into a tombstone piledriver.
DM: This could be it!
JB: No way!
Demonio squirms out of it and lands behind the big man. He then wraps around him and lifts him into a struggling German Suplex. He hits it! He then crawls out of the ring and grabs the roll of barbed wire hurling it into the ring and following in after it. He picks it up and goes to swing at The Dark Lotus, but, TDL grabs him by the neck instead! Demonio drops the barbed wire in surprise and falls victim to-
DM: Pits of hell! My god, did you see how high Demonio was lifted!?
Lotus makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout by Slayne! Lotus slaps the mat in slight frustration, then stands and grabs the roll of barbed wire. He ties one loose end to one turnbuckle, then drags the wire along the top ringrope, tieing it around the next turnbuckle, then bringing it back, until finally, one whole section of one whole side of the ring ropes is decorated in barbed wire.
DM: Oh my god, if one of these men happen to be whipped onto that side of the ring, they're going to be running into a helluva barrier.
JB: A barrier!? That's no barrier! That's a slicing machine!
Lotus then pulls Slayne to his feet. He goes to whip him into the barbed wire. Slayne reverses it! Lotus pulls back, and short-arm clotheslines Slayne into the air. Lotus then picks him up again, but before he can whip him into the barbed wire, Slayne almost immediately headbutts him to regain some momentum. Lotus stumbles back. Slayne grabs him, and hits a picture perfect vertical suplex on the giant. He then grabs the wooden chair and waits. Lotus stands and walks slowly over towards Slayne. Slayne turns and connects with TDL's skull AGAIN! Lotus falls backwards and Slayne makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout by Dark Lotus!
JB: Come on, Slayne, hit him harder with that wooden chair! You're Pujols baby!
Slayne puts the boots to the fallen TDL, until finally Lotus is on his feet. The two exchange right hands, until finally Slayne gets the advantage and whips Lotus into the ropes opposite the barbed wire. No! Lotus reverses the whip and whips Slayne into the ropes instead. Slayne sprints back towards Lotus and is hit with a drop toe hold into the barbed wire!!! Slayne falls back in pain, covering his face with his hands.
JB: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!
DM: Holy Mother of- Did you see that!?
TDL pulls Slayne up onto his feet. Slayne's face is covered in a crimson mask, cuts all over his cheeks and forehead. Lotus then pulls Slayne up into a tombstone piledriver once more. This time he hits it dead on! He makes the cover. 1... 2... 3! The Dark Lotus is victorious!
DM: What a way to beat Slayne Demonio!
JB: What a cheap way...
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – The Dark Lotus
"Welcome to the Jungle" abruptly fades out just as Slash starts to rip in to the bridge. The music is then moved on 18 years, and "Slither" by Velvet Revolver rings out, Slash's signature intro riff echoing through the Busch Stadium.
DM: Ah great, just what we didn't want...
C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci appears at the top of the ramp way, microphone in hand and smug grin on face.
JD: Slayne, Slayne, Slayne... Where did it all go wrong, buddy? Seeing as though you are unable to defeat Lotus here, I have already assigned you your match for next week. You see, there are going to be some changes around here, and Shane Kast, you cocky prick, you may want to listen up here, too. This affects you just as much as it does Slayne Demonio...
JB: What's he talkin' about?
DM: I don't know, but knowing JD, it means trouble for PPW.
Dinucci clicks his neck and adjusts his jacket before continuing.
JD: Now then, Shane Kast. Let's see how you like this. Y'see, President Melling and I were talking in the back earlier on tonight, and we had a brainwave. It was so good, we ran it by "Barnes the Bastard", and he loved it, said it "brought more excitement and entertainment to PPW". Melling and I like to refer to it as "increasing the 'wow' factor".
DM: Just get on with it already.
Dinucci again adjusts his jacket, and squints his nose somewhat.
JD: Y'see Shane Kast, tonight was your first defence of that TV title, and you defended it well. But I don't think one defence is good enough. Neither does Melling. Neither does Barnes. And if they're not happy with it, then you can bet your ass that all of these sons-of-bitches out here in Missouri don't thinks its enough, either.
The crowd quickly turn on Dinucci, booing his every word.
JD: And you know PPW is all about the fans, right? After all, that's what Shane Kast is all about - the fans. Well, my friend, you're about to increase the 'wow' factor for them... Because starting next week, the Television championship will be defended properly... the champion, currently being you, Kast... will defend his title in the opening match of every show.
DM: Is that it, changing the running order was Dinucci's big brainwave?
JB: I always said he was stupid, Michaels.
JD: And the winner of that match... will then defend the title AGAIN in the penultimate match of the evening...
DM: WHOA! TWO TV TITLE DEFENSES IN ONE NIGHT! THAT'S HUGE!
JB: That is actually a great idea by JD!
JD: Y'see Kast, the TV title is meant to be defended on every single televised show... and now it will be... twice. So you better make sure you can step up to the plate, because you'll need more than your swagger and your mouth to save your title now... Which brings me on to you, Demonio. You have stated how you have no desire to be the TV champion... and so I have the perfect match for you, next week on Mutilation... Because in the penultimate match of the evening in Wrigley Field, Chicago, IL... It will be the then PPW TV champion versus Slayne Demonio, for the gold!
DM: WOW! ANOTHER HUGE ANNOUNCEMENT BY DINUCCI! HE'S ON A ROLL TONIGHT!
JD: And Kast, that might not necessarily be you, because in your first match of the night, you will defend your PPW gold against none other than Slayne's opponent here tonight, The Dark Lotus!
JB: Holy shit! TDL vs. Kast for the TV title next week, then the winner will face Demonio for the strap! Unbelievable!
JD: Thank you for your time you assholes... and Kast... don't forget to bring your "a" game...
"Slither" thunders out again as Dinucci disappears behind the curtain and into the back.
DM: Next week will be just as huge as this week, if not bigger! Shane Kast will defend his TV title against The Dark Lotus, then the winner will face Slayne Demonio later on in the evening! Plus the second semi-final for the World title - it doesn't get any bigger than this, folk!
DM: We are heading back stage, there seems to be some sort of action going on back at Riddick Andrews locker room.
Riddick Andrews is getting ready for his upcoming tag match when his locker room door flies open, now standing behind Andrews is Shane Kast.
SK: Well, well… You begin the second round of the World title hunt tonight Riddick.
Andrews doesn't even flinch or move.
SK: You just have to remind yourself how badly you want that PPW World Heavyweight Championship, and another thing Andrews don't drop the ball like you did the first time you faced Zale and Spyder.
Riddick begins to rub his jaw, it seems he is getting a little angry with Shane.
SK: You seem to have a problem with it comes to facing "legends", you also have the win loss record to prove my theory.
Shane lets out a cocky chuckle, and before Riddick Andrews could react to Shane's comments Shane quickly cuts him off.
SK: I know what your thinking Andrews and I know what your going to say, sure you beat Shane Kast… but you haven't beat Colin Zale, he could just walk away with your so-called championship. Just remember Andrews I'll be waiting to claim that championship when the winner claims their prize. And Andrews… don't choke.
Cuts back to ringside as Shane walks out laughing.
MAIN EVENT
REGULAR TAG TEAM MATCH
PPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP SEMI-FINAL ROUND 1
James Spyder & Colin Zale vs. Riddick Andrews & Tre Crawford
DM: We have got one of the most important matches of the year right here tonight, Jess. Match number 1 of the World title tournament semi-finals! Wow that was a mouthful...
JB: And yet you handled it so well... My suspicions are now confirmed...
DM: Hey! I swear, if I have to put up with you for another week I may hand in my resignation...
JB: Oh please, don’t tease me...
DM: Now, I believe that for this match, James Spyder and Colin Zale will come out to their own individual music... I know it seems petty, but the front office requested that individuality be kept as a key part of this match. Although its important for the superstars to function as a team, they are doing this for themselves... Therefore they will come down here to their own themes.
JB: That is petty... lemme guess, Barnes, right?
DM: I don’t know, Jesy.
The beginning drum beats of "Ticks and Leeches" thuds on the PA System and the fans of PPW erupt in cheers. The bass guitar kicks in with its rhythmic tuning. The guitar cuts into a shrill tone and finally the guitar riff cuts in, the fans waiting for James Spyder to make his way out. "SUCK AND SUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" An explosion of blue and silver pyro shoots into the air. The PPWTron 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. His Bloodgames Championship rests on his shoulder as he stands with his theme music still pulsing loudly throughout the arena. He reaches the ring, and enters via the steps. He then raises the Bloodgames Championship high above his head, to a chorus of cheers.
DM: Listen to the ovation for James Spyder, ladies and gentlemen! Could he be the next World champion?!
JB: I wouldn’t count on it...
DM: Who asked you, ass...
“Here Comes the Pain” by Slayer rings out, as the fans re-erupt in to fits of cheers. The arena fills with smoke, rising from the arena floor and the ramp, almost creating a completely opaque smokescreen. And then from behind that smokescreen emerges the PPW veteran and wrestling legend, Colin Zale. The fans go wild for Zale as he saunters down to the ring, Singapore cane in hand. He approaches the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope, joining his friend Spyder, and sharing a handshake with his ally.
DM: Zale and Spyder seem focused, Jesy. Their friendship could be a crucial factor in this match.
JB: I doubt it...
"Can't Stop" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers hits as Riddick Andrews heads out onto the ramp. The crowd explodes as he makes his way to the ring. His eyes never come into contact with the crowd as if shunning the pop. He rolls into the ring and jumps to his feet, he then walks to each side of the ring with a bird flipped in the crowd’s direction. The crowd goes wild for him, as he jumps down, and stares a hole through Zale and Spyder.
DM: Boy does Riddick look ready, too. This match is going to be fantastic!
JB: Riddick’s my guy... He’s the one who’s gonna walk out of Annihilation as the new World champion. You wait and see, 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 “Perfection’s Coming”. At this point the title begins to flicker in and out. An image appears on the PurePainTron...
DM: Hey, that's not right...
JB: What is this?
DM: Isn't that when we usually see Tre's image? He's not gonna like this Jesy.
Smoke begins to fill the ramp area, as it begins to clear Tre then steps up onto the ramp. Tre has his head down in deep concentration, he takes a step forward, then looks up. His brow furrows as he realizes his song isn't playing and looks out to the crowd, who murmur quietly and look at the distorted image on the PurePainTron. Tre turns slowly to look up at the screen, the image so distorted there's no recognizable features.
DM: "It's my time"? What does that mean....?
The quiet murmur of the crowd grows into a rumble.
The words "It's My Time" fade, and are replaced by "Well... soon enough...". Anger spreads over Tre's face, as he looks back out to the crowd. Looking deeply unappreciative of the fact attention is being drawn away from his entrance. Slowly the image fades from the Screen, and suddenly Tre's Pyrotechnics Fire Around him, he visibly gets a shock. He doesn't jump but he clearly wasn't expecting it. An amused chuckle plays quietly over the P.A. as "Don't Give a Fuck" begins to play. Tre closes his eyes, looking down, and takes a deep breath, composing himself.
DM: OK... that was... yeah...
JB: ... yeah.
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: Who will get us underway in this thrilling encounter, folks?!
JB: Why are you asking them? They don’t know...
DM: Well one thing’s for certain, Jesy, it’ll be a slow-starting match. None of these men will want to make a mistake here. They’ll be cautious and edgy.
JB: Donovan, you’re an asshole... but you’re right.
DM: Thanks... I think...
Colin Zale and James Spyder converse in their corner for a moment, until James Spyder eventually steps out of the ring, leaving Zale to get the match underway for his team. On the other side, Tre Crawford seems only too glad to allow Riddick to start the match.
DM: So it’s Andrews and Zale to get the ball rolling here, Blue.
JB: I could’ve predicted that...
The two men approach the centre of the ring, and eyeball each other, up and down. The two men then turn away from each other, then return with a series of lefts and rights!
DM: What the...
Riddick unloads on Zale with midsection punches, while Zale falls backwards in to the ropes. The Zale pushes Riddick away, and begins to unload on him with lefts and rights!
JB: This is the complete opposite to what we predicted!
Zale then Irish whips Riddick in to the ropes, and hits a drop toe hold, steering Andrews’ face in to the pure white canvas. But Riddick doesn’t stay down, he springs up immediately and hits an Irish whip of his own. He then hits Zale with an evenflow DDT, sending the veteran to his back.
DM: This is an unbelievable start! We predicted both men to come out cautiously, not wanting to make the first move. But these two have literally tore chunks out of each other right from the get-go!
Riddick pounces on Zale and straddles him. He unloads with a series of jabs to the face, with both left and right hands, until the referee eventually reaches the 5-count and pulls Riddick off of Zale. As Riddick composes himself, Zale takes out Riddick’s knee, knocking the former TV champion to the mat. Zale then mounts Riddick, and proceeds to bang his head into the canvas, then finishes it off with a whopping right hand to the jaw!
DM: These two men have gone crazy! There’s very little wrestling goin’ on out there, this is a pure slugfest!
JB: Just the way we like it, Donovan, a bit if diversity!
Riddick gets back to his feet, and the two men stand toe-to-toe, as the PPW fans in the Busch Stadium ring out with their applause and gratitude. The two men look around at the fans, who can not be contained. The two superstars then look at each other, and dart towards each other yet again! Riddick throws a clothesline, but Zale is perceptive enough to duck out of the way, and hit a neckbreaker! Riddick crashes to the canvas, as Zale turns around and looks down at his opponent. He then circles Riddick before dragging him over to the ropes. Zale then climbs the turnbuckle, holding on to Riddick’s legs. Zale then leaps off, twists to one side, drops down onto his back and guillotines Riddick neck-first across the top rope!
DM: Whoa! Choke On This!
JB: Choke on what?
DM: It’s the name of that Top-rope Stun Gun Zale just executed – Choke On This!
JB: Choke on what?
DM: Forget it, Jesy...
Riddick is out of it, clutching his neck. Zale stays down for a moment, then gets up to a chorus of “WE WANT BLOOD! WE WANT BLOOD!”
DM: I think James Spyder started off a new craze earlier tonight, Jesy. The crowd wants blood!
Zale goes over to his tag team partner and tags him in. Spyder enters the ring, and the chant continues.
Crowd: WE WANT BLOOD! WE WANT BLOOD!
Spyder lets out a sadistic grin, and approaches Riddick. Riddick is now in the process of getting back to his feet, when he sees Spyder, and immediately goes on the offensive. He grabs Spyder’s leg and trips him, but Spyder sees this coming and grabs the ropes to prevent himself from falling.
DM: Quick thinking by James Spyder.
Spyder then begins to stomp on Riddick’s chest, repeatedly, the sadistic grin now turning in to a more purposeful look – a look of aggression and clarity.
JB: Wow! Look at the anger in James Spyder – he’s really laying into Andrews here!
Riddick tries to fight Spyder off, but Spyder seems too powerful to budge. Spyder relentlessly continues his assault on Riddick, until the inevitable happens. Tre Crawford, somewhat subdued up until this point, enters the ring and attacks Spyder from behind with a vintage Tre Crawford belly-to-back suplex. Spyder hits the mat, and Riddick gets a breather.
DM: Typical Tre Crawford! He’ll attack you from behind, but cowers away from a man-to-man challenge!
JB: Dude, keep your voice down, he’ll come over here!
DM: Grow up, Jesy. The guy’s a walking hard-on. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as Spyder and Zale.
JB: I think he’s great – the next World champion!
DM: I thought Riddick was going to be the next World champion...?
JB: Oh, I meant next... next... World champion...
DM: You’re full of shit, Jesy Blue.
JB: Hey, don’t full-name me!
Back in the ring, Spyder is back to his feet, and is met with a Riddick Andrews powerbomb. Spyder hits the mat hard, and Tre Crawford calls Riddick over to their corner. Andrews approaches Tre, who quickly slaps Riddick on the chest, and enters the ring!
DM: What the Hell was that?!
JB: This guy’s my hero! He just tagged himself in!
DM: Yeah only because Spyder’s down on the mat, and can’t defend himself!
JB: Either way, Tre Crawford is officially in the match!
Tre walks over to Colin Zale on the other side, and begins taunting him with cocky prose. Zale clearly doesn’t like what he’s hearing, and quickly tries to enter the ring. The referee stops him, and Tre takes the opportunity to level James Spyder with those brass knucks of his!
DM: What the Hell?! Tre Crawford just laid out James Spyder with those brass knuckles!
Tre then tosses Spyder in to the corner, and he and Riddick take it in turns to dish out lefts and rights. As the referee turns back around, Riddick pushes Spyder to the canvas floor, hiding any guilt and illegality.
JB: Those guys are clever, y’know.
DM: I’m disappointed in Riddick... Why is he going along with this?
JB: Like he said earlier this week, if he wants to win, then he has to be as dirty as Tre Crawford. So that’s what he’s doing!
Tre then approaches Spyder, and goes for the cover...
One...
Two...
Thr- kick out by James Spyder.
JB: Almost.
DM: Yeah.
Tre then lets Spyder back to his feet, and then unloads with a running dropkick, knocking the Bloodgames Champ back down to earth. He then goes for a second cover...
One...
Two...
Thr- another kick out by Spyder.
DM: Tre ain’t gonna pin Spyder that easily, Jesy.
JB: No I don’t think so.
Tre gets back to his feet, and Spyder crawls over to his corner. Spyder tags in Zale, who flies at Crawford. He immediately hits The Stillborn, out of nowhere!
DM: THE STILLBORN! Zale hit Tre with the Stillborn!
JB: Holy fuck – I did not see that coming!
Tre flies backwards, and hits the mat hard. Zale then runs over to Riddick and knocks him off the apron!
DM: Zale’s goin’ wild out there, Jesy! This match has just swayed back to Spyder and Zale!
JB: It ain’t over yet, Michaels.
Zale runs back over to Tre and hits a series of lefts and rights. Riddick enters the ring after being knocked off the apron, but before he can reach Zale, he is met with a two-handed chokeslam from James Spyder!
DM: Wow! They’re all in there, Jesy!
JB: A free-for-all!
DM: No, a slobberknocker!
Spyder hits Riddick with a reverse sit-out powerbomb!
DM: THE LORD’S PRAYER!!!
JB: NO!!!
Spyder goes for the cover, but at the same time, Tre is covering Zale after hitting a Gangsta Rap Nut Tap behind the referee’s back! The referee, confused, simply refuses to count!
JB: What?!
DM: Good decision by the referee!
JB: He can’t do that, Tre pinned Zale a split second before Spyder pinned Riddick!
DM: Shut up, Jess. That was a great call from the ref!
Both Spyder and Tre get to their feet, and challenge the referee’s decision. The referee tells them both to back off away from him, but neither man does. Meanwhile, Riddick and Zale get back to their feet, and try to join in the debate. But before Zale can begin to make a case, Riddick hits him with The Riddickule!
DM: My God! The Riddickule! I can’t keep up with all these finishers!
Riddick quickly slides out of the ring, as he is not the legal man. Spyder notices that Andrews has just done what he did to Zale, and debates whether to chase Riddick. But instead, Spyder opts to return to the apron, in case Zale requires his illegal assistance. Tre Crawford notices that Zale is down, and walks over to his body, laughing. But out of nowhere, Zale rolls Tre up in to a small package! One... Two... Thre- No! Tre kicked out!
DM: Damn, that was very innovative by Zale! He saw Tre coming and went for the sneak victory!
JB: And he nearly got it too! Hell I don’t like Zale, but man that was clever!
Tre, cautiously, tags in Riddick. Andrews enters the ring, and sees that his opponent is no longer Zale, but James Spyder. A hungry smile sneaks on to his face, and the two men tie up in the centre of the ring.
DM: Now it’s James Spyder versus Riddick Andrews! Every possible combination of opponents is fantastic in this match.
JB: Yeah it is... I need a joint...
Jesy gets up and leaves the announce table, and walks off to search for marijuana.
DM: Jesy, you can’t just up and leave! Donovan Michaels is left to commentate on the match alone, as the action continues in St. Louis , MO. Riddick is caught by a James Spyder T-Bone suplex, followed by a fallaway slam. Riddick is down, and Spyder goes for the cover...
One...
Two...
Thre- shoulder up after the 2-count by Riddick Andrews.
DM: The action seems to have reached a steady tempo again here, folks. There are no finishers being tossed around like crazy anymore.
Spyder re-tags in Zale, and Riddick rolls out, allowing Tre in.
DM: Back to Zale and Tre now, folks.
Both men go straight for each other, Zale getting the advantage. He hits Tre with an Orton neckbreaker, then goes for a quick cover...
One...
Two...
Thr- kick out by the “Pinnacle of Perfection”.
Tre gets back to his feet, and Irish whips Zale in to the ropes. On the return, he goes for a Demoralizer, and sets up for it! But Zale counters it, and hits a chickenwing piledriver!
DM: HOLY SHIT!
Tre hits the canvas, and Zale then drags his body over to the corner. He climbs the turnbuckle, taking Tre up there with him. He goes for the Extreme F’n Headache, but as he is about to leap, Tre wrestles himself free, and turns it in to a top-rope sunset flip! Zale is flipped from the turnbuckle and crashes to the mat!
DM: Great counter by the “Perfect Weapon”!
Zale bounces back to his feet, but is met by The Silencer!
DM: SILENCER!!! SILENCER!!!
James Spyder frantically tries to enter the ring, but is speared by Riddick Andrews, preventing the save. Tre drops to his knees, and covers Zale...
One...
Two...
Three!
DM: It’s over! Tre Crawford got the pinfall!
WINNERS OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – Tre Crawford & Riddick Andrews
Tre Crawford got the pinfall.
DM: What a match! I can not wait to see the other 3 versions of this encounter!
The bell is sounded for the end of the match, but Tre is clearly not done yet. He lifts up Zale, and hits a Silencer on the hero!
DM: Silencer on Colin Zale!
Tre then grins smugly, and turns to find James Spyder stood behind him, grimacing. Spyder then hits Tre clean out with the croquet mallet!
DM: Holy Hell! Now Tre is laid out by Spyder!
Spyder holds up the croquet mallet, but is then met by a Riddickule from Andrews!
DM: Shit! Now Spyder’s out of it!
Riddick then climbs the turnbuckle, and salutes the crowds. He points to his stomach, signaling that he will soon become the PPW World champion. As he jumps down, he is met by a devastating Singapore cane to the head!
DM: Colin Zale just took out Riddick!!!
Colin Zale is then left, the only man standing in the ring. He helps up James Spyder, and the two men exit, leaving the victorious team laid out in pools of their own blood.
DM: Tre Crawford and Riddick Andrews were victorious in battle this week, but the war is far from over. Zale and Spyder sending clear messages that this World title is still very much up for grabs. Until next time, I’ve been Donovan Michaels, good night all!
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