Mutilation Results
LIVE Wednesday, February 11th, 2004
from The Mellon Arena, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania!
“Superstar” by Saliva hits as PPW Mutilation kicks off LIVE on TNN from The Mellon Arena in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! The pyros explode and the crowds go absolutely wild as the tournaments progress this evening!
DM: Welcome everyone, to PPW Mutilation! I’m Donovan Michaels…
JG: And I’m Jim “The Bomb” Grande!
DM: We have the semi finals of all of the PPW Tournaments here tonight, and we’ll know which of 2 men will be the Pure Pain Wrestling Champion after Battle For Supremacy!
“Eat You Alive” by Limp Bizkit hits as Johnny Dinucci makes his way to the ring, sauntering and cocky after the success in having Liana removed from the tournament and costing Kris his place in the Bloodgames Tournament. He bounces up the steps and into the ring, holding out his hand asking for the microphone.
JD: Ladies and Gentlemen…
Crowd: ASS HOLE! ASS HOLE! ASS HOLE! ASS HOLE!
JD: How I love Pennsylvania… the smell, the ugly women, the dim-witted men, the overweight children. How could I not love it here? It just shows the world what a perfect specimen I am!
The crowds all boo together!
JD: As if I give a damn if you care or not. Tonight is… quite simply, a Johnny Dinucci night. After consulting with the Board of Directors, it has been made apparent that Kris has been throwing his weight around a little TOO much. He’s not allowed to make law; he’s just allowed to uphold it. By keeping me in my office last week, Kris breached his contracted duties… and is now… no longer… the Special Enforcer…
The crowds all boo in unison as Kris is stripped of his power.
JD: Which makes tonight… MY night… and tonight… there is an… arena LOCKDOWN!
DM: What the hell!?
JG: What’s this all about?
JD: That means that anybody not in the building right now, will not be allowed in… And anyone inside the arena will not be let out.
DM: What the hell…? That’s not fair! I mean, I heard Kris hasn’t arrived at the arena yet… There was a problem checking his baggage!
The crowds boo in realization.
JD: Yes, yes… you can all keep booing. Because, odds are, Krazy Kris will not be here tonight. The doors are shut and locked and the in door parking has been closed until after the show… so Kris… have a nice day… and Quentin? I know you’re watching at home… enjoy the show!
“Eat You Alive” hits again and the C.E.O. leaves the ring.
DM: Strong words by our C.E.O. there…
OPENING MATCH
PPW BATTLE ROYAL
Adz vs. Smasher vs. White Dragon
vs. Big Tom vs. Tittiana
“Bring Me To Life” starts to play and lights start to flash. When the words 'Wake Me Up' hit, Adz walks out slowly, arms aloft. By now, the whole arena is going crazy and chanting his name as he reaches the ring.
Green Smoke fills the ramp way, you can hear the excitement around the arena building the fans all know what’s coming, there hero is on his way. Territorial Pissings by Nirvana plays out and Smasher Steps out onto the top of the ramp. The Arena Erupts, the Fans cheer wildly. Smasher, Dressed in Black and green pants and a Smasher T-Shirt as well as Green Shades, walks down the ramp slowly, chatting to fans and handing out T-Shirts. Once in the ring Smasher removes his shades and Waits for the Match to begin, sitting on the top turn buckle.
Light goes out as the opening music starts. Smoke rolls in as blue light move around. White Dragon comes to the ring wearing a black priestly robe with a white scarf with black cross's on it around his neck. He walks down to the ring with his arms out to his side and his head down. He gets to the ring and slides in on his stomach, gets up and spins around. He takes off the hood and climbs the turnbuckle.
”Walk” by Pantera comes over the PA; Big Tom emerges from the back. He stands at the top of the entrance and taunts by doing the Kurt Angle thing and at the ring jumps to the apron ala Lesnar.
Good Charlotte’s "The Anthem" begins and as the main beat hits, Tittiana bursts through the curtains in a full run, diving and sliding under the bottom rope into the center of the ring. She hops up to her feet and jumps onto the second turn buckle facing the crowd cheering her, dancing to the beat of the song, then goes to the other corner of the ring, dancing still. Finally stopping back in the middle of the ring and pointing to the camera as Tittiana and the crowd sing along to the chorus of the song. "I DON'T EVER WANNA BE YOU. DON'T WANNA BE JUST LIKE YOU. THIS IS THE ANTHEM, THROW ALL YOUR HANDS UP! YOU... DON'T WANNA BE YOU!"
The five superstars all are in the ring staring each other down. White Dragon runs over to Adz and takes him to the mat with a Hurricanrana. Tittiana runs towards Smasher sending him to the mat with a running DDT, while Big Tom just slides under the ropes and waits on the outside. Dragon helps Adz to his feet as Tittiana does the same with Smasher. Because their backs are turned to each other the Irish Whip both executed that sent Adz and Smasher crashing together was strictly a coincidence.
DM: Dragon and Tittiana are trying to take care of the bigger athletes by using some good team work.
JG: I’m not sure that meant to do that Donovan, either way Big Tom is the odd man out here. He is just resting up on the outside waiting to strike.
With Smasher and Adz on the mat, Dragon climbs up on one turnbuckle while Tittiana climbs up on the other. Dragon lands a Moonsault with a pinning combination on Smasher, while at the same time Tittiana lands the same on Adz. 1……….2……….3. Smasher and Adz have been eliminated. When this happens Big Tom tries to get in the ring and is knocked off the apron with a springboard dropkick from Dragon. He hits the outside mat and Tittiana bounces off the far ropes and lands a vaulting body press on Big Tom, the move however hurt both of them.
DM: Adz and Smasher have to make a quick exit from this match. Tittiana and Dragon are both looking very impressive.
JG: I think Big Tom waited to long to get in the ring; he took a smart idea and turned it into a stupid mistake.
Both Big Tom and Tittiana begin to get up to their feet, noticing this Dragon takes a risk and tries to land a cross body across both of them only to be caught by Big Tom and PowerSlammed to the mat. Once Dragon is down Big Tom looks over at Tittiana who sprints away from him into the ring. Tom picks up Dragon and uses the steel ring post as a weapon on Dragons back, Dragons body bends in half on impact. Big Tom then takes his motionless body and Irish Whips him hard into the steel ring steps. The steps separate on impact and Dragon lays right beside them still motionless.
JG: Big Tom has got to be the favorite now, he is a giant compared to the other remaining two.
DM: With Dragon out of the picture I would have to agree with you. I don’t think Tittiana is big enough to slow down Tom.
Big Tom makes his way into the ring where Tittiana stands, she runs at him with a shoulder block trying to knock Tom off his feet, but he shrugs it off like it was nothing. Tittiana tries it again and gets the same result, one the third attempt she gets hit with a big clothesline from Tom sending her hard to the mat. Big Tom makes the cover, seconds later he realizes that the referee is outside checking on Dragon. Since the pin attempt was pointless he pulls Tittiana up by the hair of her head and sends her hard to the mat with a Powerbomb. At this time the EMTs have came to ringside and are putting Dragon on a stretcher. Dragon still on the stretcher gets escorted from ringside. Big Tom cover Tittiana once the ref gets back in the ring. 1…….2……Tittiana just kicks out, Tom covers again 1……….2…….This time she gets a shoulder up.
JG: Looks like Dragon’s night is over, I fear the same thing for Tittiana.
DM: She managed to kick out twice there, but how much did it take out of her?
Failing to get the three count, Big Tom picks Tittiana up off the mat and Irish Whips her into the corner, the impact sends her up and over the turnbuckle to the outside. Big Tom climbs out of the ring and starts to take the equipment off of the Spanish Announce table. Once it is nothing but a table, he picks Tittiana up over his shoulder and carries her to the table. The crowd erupts as Dragon makes his way slowly back down to ringside, Big Tom does not notice this. Tom has Tittiana in position to Powerbomb her through the table, when Dragon dropkicks him in the knee staggering the big man. Dragon follows up with another sending Tom to the mat on one knee. By this time Tittiana is back up and she catches Tom from behind with a bulldog sending him all the way to the mat. Dragon and Tittiana then get the big man back to his feet, and eventually lay him across the announce table. Tittiana, standing on the table, begins kicking Tom in the head to keep him down while Dragon climbs to the top rope. He takes flight and Tittiana jumps off the table, Dragon hits a Corkscrew Leg Drop on Tom sending him through the table to the mat. Dragon knocks the wind out of himself also and lies on the mat in pain, Tittiana helps Tom into the ring, and he groggily gets up to his feet when she hits the Rights of Spring and covers. 1…….2……..3…
JG: That’s no fair, they double-teamed him, this is every man for themselves not a handicapped match!
DM: If you ask me that was a smart strategy, take the bigger man out then worry about the other opponent.
Dragon begins to slowly get back to his feet, sensing this is her opportunity Tittiana climbs to the top rope and executes a diving Hurricanrana sending Dragon back down to the mat on the outside, once she gets back to her feet she rolls Dragon into the ring. Before entering the ring herself, Tittiana grabs the top set of ropes and jumps up on them doing a leg drop on Dragon and covers. 1……2…….Dragon was to close to the ropes and got a foot up on the bottom. Tittiana goes right back on the attack as she hits a running DDT on Dragon sending him to the mat. Again she covers.1……..2……Dragon gets a shoulder up. Tittiana helps Dragon to his feet and tries to execute a Hurricanrana, its gets counted however into a Powerbomb type maneuver, Dragon puts his arm over Tittiana 1……….2……3………..
DM: No she just got her shoulder up, how close was that?
JG: Dragon should be furious that had to be a slow count!
Both superstars are on the mat as the referee begins the 10 count. 1……….2………..3…………4…………..5…………6……….7……….8 Dragon breaks the count up by crawling over to Tittiana and covering again 1……..2…….She got a shoulder up again. Dragon grabs the bottom rope and starts to pull himself up. Once he reaches his feet he Irish Whips Tittiana into the corner and follows It up with a tornado DDT. Once she hits the mat Dragon climbs up on the bottom rope and executes Purgatory, which is a series of Moonsaults working from bottom rope to top. After the last Moonsault he covers again, 1……….2……….
DM: She kicked out again, where is this coming from?
JG: I don’t think I could have kicked out of that, this is great.
Dragon is now very angry, he grabs Tittiana by the hair and tosses her into the corner. He positions her for a Superplex, bur Tittiana begins fighting back, punching him until he goes to the mat. Once he is down, from out of nowhere she lands a Super Leg Drop and as she hits the mat throws her arm over Dragon. 1……..2………3
DM: Somehow Dragon kicked out of that, after all the punishment he has taken tonight he still wants to fight.
JG: The first person to their feet could steal this match.
1…….2……..3………4……..5…….6…….7…….8……..9……….Tittiana has made it to her feet, she pulls Dragon to his feet and sets him up for the Rights of Spring, as she flips over his body, Dragon lowers his head forcing her to miss and counters into a rollup with his hands holding the tights of Tittiana. 1………..2………3
DM: That’s not right, after a great match like that Dragon got the win by holding the tights of Tittiana!
JG: It may not be right, but Dragon did win it doesn’t really matter how he did it.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – WHITE DRAGON
We cut to backstage where Chris Collins is approaching Liana’s locker room, Krazy Kris approaches it at the same time… They meet and Kris stares at Collins before knocking on the door… Lia answers…
Lia: “Hey… Sup?”
KK: “Can I come in?”
Lia looked back into the room to see Todd sitting in there with Paige, and Dylan…
Lia: “Sure… Collins what do you want?”
CC: “I was just wanting to ask you about a few rumors flying round backstage tonight?”
There was a short pause, Lia looked at Kris and pulled him into the room, she stepped outside and shut the door…
Lia: “And these are?”
CC: “ Well… I don’t want any spoilers… So…”…
He looked around cautiously and then leaned in, and whispered into Lia’s ear… She looked shocked for a second before stepping back and also looking around…
Lia: “You tell…nobody!”
CC: “Sure thing…”…
The door opened and Dylan walked out, wearing a short denim skirt, a white tank top saying ‘Sex is like air; it's not important unless you aren't getting any’ on the front… Todd walked straight out after her, looking less than healthy and happy… Dylan saw Collins and shook her head, before walking over to the drinks vending machine…
Lia: “How’d you find out?”
CC: “I am grapevine of PPW, I see all, I..”…
Lia: “C’mon, don’t give me that crap Collins… I’m not in the mood to be messed around…”…
She put her hands on her hips and stood, waiting for a response…
CC: “I have my sources, and that is all I can say… How about your match? Would you like to say anything on that topic matter?”
Lia went to answer but was interrupted almost immediately by a shout and bang coming from the direction of the drinks vending machine… Both Lia and Collins turned to see Dylan kicking the machine, the alarm began going off and she wandered off quickly around the corner, bumping straight into Tittiana…
Tittiana: “Move.”…
Both stood their ground and didn’t move, Dylan stared Tittiana up and down before going to push past… The shot goes back to Collins and Lia…
Lia: “Well what is there to say? I think everyone’s seen De Marco Ryne is a little boy trying to play in the big league… It’s just my job to prove the obvious… As Draven has pathetically been hiding all week.”…
CC: “Do you think Draven will show for your match this week?”
Lia: “Who knows… I’d like another chance to get some more revenge though… But if he doesn’t show it’s not exactly gunna break my heart… Just prove he’s either realized what he’s in for, and the stupid ass has got himself in trouble..”…
Collins nodded as we go to a commercial for Big ‘Uns, featuring their sponsor Krazy Kris, who Lia apparently still doesn’t know sponsors the magazine…
JG: Can anyone tell me what a girl like that sees in a guy like Kris?
DM: Big ‘Uns?
JG: You’re sick…
PPW BLOODGAMES TITLE TOURNAMENT MATCH
SEMI FINAL 1
Randy Lancett vs. Eric Gunner
Lancett stands already waiting in the ring as we fade back to ringside.
DM: Next match is a semi final for the vacant Bloodgames Title.
The guitar riff starts out quietly and flames apear on the big screen. The drums kick in and the flames rise and pyro hits out in shots of three; red white and royal blue. Then Eric Gunner walks out to the top of the ramp and lifts hit arm in the air, as he lowers his arm two fireworks falls from the arena roof and onto each side of the ramp. They hit as Gunners fist falls to his side and he begins his walk to the ring. He climbs in and awaits the fights beginning.
JG: Is it just me, or is this guy a rip off of...
DM: Maybe, maybe not, but Gunner certainly is a gifted athlete in his own right.
JG: He is?
DM: Well he made it this far in the Bloodgames tournament didnt he?
Both men begin to circle one another before Gunner swings a punch in Lancett’s direction, however Randy manages to duck under the blow and connects with a right of his own, followed by a series of left and rights that backs Gunner into the corner. Lancett reigns down with a series of boots that leave Gunner winded and down on the canvas.
DM: Well it hasnt taken long for Randy Lancett to take a strangle hold of this one.
JG: Until he blasts him over the head with a lead pipe, a steel chair, or hell, even a kitchen sink, I don’t care.”
Lancett picks Gunner up to his feet and whips him into the nearside ropes before taking him down with a back elbow. He immediately follows up with a quick legdrop and then begins to drag Gunner to the ropes by his feet. Lancett grabs a deep hold of Gunner’s legs and suddenly hits him with a slingshot that sends Gunner right over the top rope and to the floor below!
DM: Devastating move there by Lancett, he could have knocked him out with that shot!
JG: Did he use a weapon? No, I didnt think so.
Lancett heads to the top rope as Gunner begins to stir on the floor, Lancett leaps off with a flying clothesline attempt but Gunner sees him coning and connects with a punch to Lancetts gut as he hits the ground. Gunner immediately grabs Lancett and hits him with a russian leg sweep, slamming Lancetts head into the ground.
DM: Nice turn of events there by Gunner.
JG: Well, at least he used the concrete floor.
Gunner reaches under the ring and pulls out a table before setting it up alongside the ring. He grabs Randy Lancett and rolls him onto the table before standing up on the wood himself. Gunner picks up Lancett and tucks his head underneath his left arm, Gunner then drops suddenly, slamming Lancetts head into the table via a vicious ddt!
JG: Now that’s what i’m talking about. It’s a shame the table didn’t break though.
The table somehow remains intact as Gunner pulls Lancett off the table and rolls him into the ring. Gunner follows him in and attempts the pin 1....2....Kickout by Lancett!
DM: Well, I have no idea how Lancett kicked out of that one, perhaps that table isn’t the only wooden object near ringside.
JG: Michaels, that was possibly the lamest call i’ve ever heard. Dumbass.
Gunner stands up, frustrated, and immediately slams a few fists into the back of Lancett, he then whips him into the ropes and ducks down for a back bodydrop, but Lancett puts on the breaks and hits him with a stalling suplex. Lancett picks up Gunner and backs him up against the ropes, Lancett takes a step back and bam! Blasts Gunner with a superkick that sends him tumbling over the ropes and onto the wooden table, however again the table doesnt break.
JG: I swear this is god getting at me.
DM: I don’t know what this table has running through it, but it simply won’t break.
Lancett climbs to the top rope and looks down at Gunner, he then dives off with a moonsault attempts but Gunner manages to roll out of the way as Lancett hits the table and it finally splinters underneath him, sending him to the floor.
JG: Woo! About fuckin' time!
Gunner stands after a few moments and heads back into the ring, from there he ascends to the top rope and looks out to the crowd who chant his name.
DM: This could be it!
Gunner leaps off suddenly and executes a perfect flip before landing feet first on Lancetts stomach.
DM: Double Tap Stamp! Double Tap Stamp! Gunner just hit Lancett with his finisher.
Gunner immediately rolls Lancett into the ring and slides in himself before going for the cover 1....2......3!!!!!!!
DM: He did it! Eric Gunner advances to the final of the Bloodgames tournament!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - ERIC GUNNER
Scene cuts backstage as Gina Williams stands beside Verafai Omega, decked in wrestling attire, complete with his mask hanging untied about his head.
GW: Welcome back to PPW Mutilation where as you can see I have one of the prime contenders for the Bloodgames Championship standing alongside me, Verafai Omega. Verafai, tonight you face Sledgehammer in what should prove to be a highly physical bout, now you’ve cast some not so subtle insults toward Sledge this past week to which many have questioned your sportsmanship, your response?
Omega smirks.
VO: Well to be perfectly honest with you Gina, I find it quite pathetic that certain individuals should take offence to what i’ve had to say recently. How quickly they forget that this business contains an aspect of entertainment, to which I intimidate my opponents through original insults. I realise they occasionally come across as a little harsh or perhaps even distasteful, but that’s the fucking idea! I like to get a rise out of people, as the old saying goes, any news is good news, as long as people are talking about you. So if anyone in the PPW expects me to tone it down simply so they can sleep better at night, think again, because it simply won’t happen.
GW: Well that’s your decision to make I suppose.
VO: No shit.
GW: Now in just a few minutes you’ll take on Sledgehammer for a chance to advance to the upcoming pay-per-view, and a shot at the PPW Bloodgames championship, do you have any last comment to make?
VO: Don’t I always? You know I found it rather amusing that Rocky should wait until the final toll to rear his comical excuse for a rebuttal, and i’m sure he figured he had me stumped with his impeccable timing. No such luck eh Rocky? You know as far as i’m concerned this kid rates somewhere near the doughy remainder of a cowpad i scraped off the bottom of my flipflop last night.
Omega chuckles sarcastically.
VO: Let’s see what the pundits think of that one. Now as far as Rocky gloating about his boyhood world title in a backyard farm league is concerned, I suggest he remove his hand from his cock for a moment and realise that no longer is he facing guys at five foot five who struggle to recover from a simple drop toe hold, this is the big leagues now and you sure as hell won’t see me falling away after a five second headlock. You know the irony in all this is that i’m the one whose continually promoted as a ‘rookie’, coming up against this so-called wrestling mainstays, what a fucking joke. Oh, and allow me to clear something up for you halfwit, just because I have a vendetta against women, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t screw some bitch before sending her back to the kennel she crawled out of.
Omega turns toward Gina Williams, who appears to be completely taken aback by Omegas final comment.
VO: Gina, unless you fit that bill, get the hell out of way, I have a slut to slap.
PPW BLOODGAMES TITLE TOURNAMENT MATCH
SEMI FINAL 2
Verafai Omega vs. Sledgehammer
The arena goes dark, we hear a few screams from the more excitable members of the crowd, then the PurePainTron flashes 3-2-1. Red and Silver pyros light up the arena, and we see Sledgehammer with his back to the ring in a crucifix pose, he spins around as more pyros go off. Sledgehammer struts down the ramp, slapping a few of the fans hands, then as he gets about half way down the ramp and runs the rest of the way, and slides into the ring.
'Can't Keep' by Pearl Jam splits the airwaves as Verafai Omega, decked in full wrestling attire holding in his hand but not leaning upon a metal crutch and with his face covered by a patented black and gold mask firmly applied heads toward the ring, sliding under the bottom rope he awaits the bell.
The bell rings and the two crab step across the ring for a moment
DM: Omega’s still got a hold of that long metal crutch.
JG: He’s holding whose crotch?!
DM: You’re the reason I stopped going to church you know…
Omega swings out with the crutch, hitting Sledgehammer in the side of the shin. Sledgehammer rolls with the blow and his shin goes sideways as if to go to ground, he holds off gravity though and instead grabs a hold of the crutch. The two tug at it Omega holding onto the wooden armrest and Sledge holding onto the slippery metal shaft.
DM: Sledgehammers fighting a losing battle on his end, that crutch is slipping out of his grip!
JG: Least you’ve realized that there is a crutch now!
DM: This isn’t the place to be talking philosophy Donny!
Sledgehammer's grip keep waning and he’s hands slip to the bottom of the crutch, the rubber stopper overlapping the metal stops him from losing the object completely but then that begins to loosen. Omegas face is intense in his struggle, as is Sledgehammers. Sledgehammer swings the crutch around with Omega still holding on, the rubber stopper which is all that he is holding on by pops off the end of the crutch and SledgeHammer falls backwards after gravity finally takes its toll, Verafai swings into the ropes and looses grip on his end of the crotch entirely. When he hits the ropes he accidentally throws the crutch into the mats below and before he can stop himself momentum upon the ropes takes over and he bounces back the other way, where he trips over on Sledgehammers heaped body. Both of them lain upon the floor now.
DM: Must say, this hasn’t been the most groundbreaking set two I’ve ever witnessed.
JG: Well you get in there and do better!
Sledgehammer the more gathered of the two now, get up onto his knees and back onto his feet, Omega flips from his back straight onto his feet in a single movement. SledgeHammer having a few seconds head start quickly jabs Omega in the ribs, then slaps his forearm across his face, he finishes his combo off with a short hard dig into the gut which leaves Omega breathless. He stutters and spits while staggering backwards. Sledgehammer pushes him and he falls backwards into the ropes. Sledgehammer runs forward and stamps on his thigh, Omega can only roll over into a cradle with the pain being so harsh. Holding the top of his leg he leaves his back exposed. And Sledgehammer gives a little dirt kick into his lower back.
DM: Sledgehammer’s going to town on Omega right now, this isn’t a pretty sight!
JG: Do you want pretty or do you want entertaining?
DM: I’d like fair.
JG: Helloooooo Bloodgames!?
Omega doesn’t know where to hold right now so he settles for rolling out of the ring and onto the mat below, he gains a little balance but his dead leg fails him and he is forced to the ground. Sledgehammer though is still in the ring. He climbs the turnbuckles from inside and elbow drops him from the top rope. His elbow landing right on his other legs knee. It swells within seconds, and Omega writhes in pain.
DM: OUCH! From such height as well!
JG: I’m sure his elbows fine Donny.
DM: I’m talking about Omega! …I need my pills…
Sledgehammer kicks him in the thigh a couple more times before stretching out and going for the pin.
1...2...kick out.
He hits the ground in frustration for a few seconds not noticing Omega as he crawls away around the ring. Once finished with his tantrum Sledgehammer looks around and finds something a miss. Balanced on his knees he looks around, but cant see anything. He gets up onto his feet and begins to stalk around the side of the ring. But Omega has rolled underneath the canvas along with the crutch, where he is busy nursing his dead legs for a moment.
Sledgehammer walks around for a couple of minutes and looks at the bemused referee the crowd cheer every time the canvas twitches. Sledgehammer begins to walk around once more, and as he does Omega creeps out from underneath behind him and staggers to a stand.
DM: Omega’s showing himself now, with that steel crutch!
JG: Its like hide and seek!
DM: I’m proud of you Jim!
JG: Thanks! Why?
DM: You didn’t make a joke about your crotch being harder than steel!
JG: Is your opinion of me really that low?
Omega doesn’t wait for Sledgehammer to turn around, he goes straight for the knee, jabbing the wooden end into the back of his knee while he walks, Sledgehammer falls down to his knees and begins to turn but as he does his face meets the wooden armrest of Omegas crutch full on. The wood shatters and splinters can be visibly seen flying into the air. Omega flips the crutch around and uses the now unprotected end upon Sledgehammers shoulder grinding it into his shoulder for all of a couple of seconds.
DM: Sledgehammers down for the count!
JG: Its pins only Donny, get with it, there are no counts!
DM: It’s a figure of speech…
JG: Maybe in your house…
The cameras zoom in on Sledgehammers face as blood dribbles down his cheek, and shards of splintered wood hang limply out of his cheek. Omega smashes the crutch against the railing to test its strength. IT doesn’t bend, it merely chips the paint upon the railings. He smiles and a look of vengeance takes his face. He lifts Sledgehammers now limp leg and balances the crutch over his right knee but under his left knee. Then he climbs up onto the ring and from there skips off the side and onto Sledgehammers knee!
DM: HOLY SHIT!
The crowd goes deathly silent for a moment, and Omegas takes the crutch and lift it into the air, he drops down to his knees and holds the palm of his hand onto Sledgehammers chest he holds this pose while the referee slaps the ground.
1…2…3
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – VERAFAI OMEGA
We cut backstage to JD’s Office… He’s sat at his desk smiling at the first match-up. He turns to someone stood out of shot.
JD: That match was some contest… A fantastic contest in fact. Unlike your match later on this evening…
2 male voices are heard laughing, one is Dinucci’s, and the camera pans to see who exactly is laughing… It’s William Stone.
JD: My dear friend, you have been a revelation. You know, I had 1 last draft pick and no-one to choose. I was stuck, TDL was my ticket to beating Barnes but he fell last week… And fell hard. You, quite simply, were a wild card, a prospect… No more, no less… And in just 3 short weeks you have gone from PPW obscurity to relative fame. And I take pride in that fact…
WS: Johnny, I am honored to be on Team Dinucci, and I will be honored to take that PPW title and hold it over my shoulder. These next 2 matches, they’ll be a cake walk…
Dinucci’s face turns from happiness to weariness as Stone slowly turns. He’s face to face with Tre Crawford.
TC: So… JD… Stone is your boy? And TDL was your ticket? What was I? The black man who you used to take out your enemies… The guy who’d lay down for your chosen one? Well that will not happen… When I beat Jesy Blue tonight, I will be fighting William Stone… Seeing as Kris seems to have had a few problems getting into the arena. And I wont lay down for anybody…
JD: Woah, woah, woah… Tre… Team Dinucci is just that… a team. When it comes down to the last 2 in this tournament, it WILL be team Dinucci all the way. And when it comes to the final match, its every man for himself. I don’t care who wins, as long as he’s on Team JD… So, after tonight, all I can say is may the best man win…
WS: Johnny…
JD: What?
WS: What the hell is that?
On the monitor behind JD, the camera’s are panning outside of the arena… In the bottom of the screen, a black 4x4 Audi Quattro is seen flying towards the arena!
JD: What the hell!?
We go full screen to a cameraman outside the arena, this 4x4 flying towards the closed garage door. Picture in picture shows Dinucci running out of his office.
JD: I DON’T CARE WHO IT IS DON’T OPEN THAT FUCKING DOOR!
The camera pans behind Dinucci who is stood looking at the Garage door from his office… Nothing happens for a moment, then suddenly a huge smash and shards of metal and wood fly across the parking lot. A cloud of dust is tossed up into the air and the 4x4 speeds off away through the garage!
JD: WHO THE HELL WAS THAT!?
CM: Well Johnny… I think it was… *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*
Static and snow cuts the feed as we head back to ringside.
DM: Who the hell was that!?
JG: I have no idea… But I wanna know…
The PurePainTron fuzzes and then turns black. The PPW logo appears on the screen, but then flashes off. Another logo flashes on - it is a modified version of the PPW logo. It now reads "Dinucci is PPW".
C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci then appears on the PurePainTron, from his office desk.
JD: Just before we start the next match, I'd like to let you all know that Draven will NOT be competing here tonight. Earlier this week he was sectioned due to unusual abnormal behaviour, therefore he has forfeited his place in this match.
Mixed reaction from the PPW fans, but mainly relief as Draven will not be here tonight.
JD: That means that Liana and De Marco Ryne are automatically through to the PPW All-State Title Final, and will face each other for the belt at Battle for Supremacy.
The crowd cheer the 2 fan favourites...what a match that will be at the Pay-Per-View!
JD: HOWEVER...these 2 WILL still compete tonight in their sanctioned match...
Dinucci leans towards the camera and switches off the live feed. The black screen reappears, with the "Dinucci is PPW" logo smeared across the PurePainTron once again.
The crowd jeer the PPW co-owner, and his new-look PPW logo.
PPW ALL-STATE TITLE TOURNAMENT MATCH
SEMI FINAL
Liana vs. Draven vs. De Marco Ryne
Liana’s figure appears behind a smoke screen, “Celebrity Skin” by Hole kicks in, and the lights go out... 2 or 3 seconds later strobe lights flash around the arena before the lights eventually come back on to see Liana part way down the ramp... She gets to the end of the ramp, slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, before waving to the fans.
JG: Looking absolutely stunning as always…she’s got a nice set of-
DM: Wrestling boots…yes…a nice set of wrestling boots…watch it before Kris comes out and knocks you silly again!
Complete darkness fills the PPW arena. A few seconds of hesitation pass and the lights start to flicker on and off, at a fast tempo. Get Inside by stone sour begins to play over the PA system, starting off quietly and gradually getting louder. Grey and white speckles slowly but surely filter on the PurePainTron, raining down from the top of the picture in a snow like affect motion. The speed and frequency of the grey and white speckles starts to pick up the pace a little, seemingly following the music. The name De Marco Ryne flashes up on screen then explodes as the chorus kicks in. As this happens huge red and blue pyro erupt from the entranceway with a mighty crash. Previews of De Marco handing out punishment and taking some seriously sick bumps plays on the PurePainTron as a figure emerges. He slowly walks to the ring. Always looking and absorbing the boos and cheers from the crowd.
DM: The fans still don’t know what to make of this guy!
De Marco approaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He heads for a corner and jumps up in one swift movement, raising both arms firmly in the air with his head facing the floor. After a moment or two he hops down and paces around the ring until the music fades out.
Lia explodes out of the corner with a clothesline as Ryne turns around. She picks him back up and tosses him into the ropes, catching with a head scissors take down on his way back.
JG: I wish her legs were wrapped around my head…
DM: I’m getting word from the back that the Special Enforcer is reviewing your contract right now…inside sources are telling me that he’s seeing if you’re an inactive member of the roster and seeing if he can’t get you back in the ring …
JG: Horrible move…should be removed from the sport completely…boo Liana boo!
Liana picks Ryne back up and locks him in an Abdominal-Stretch….she pulls back on the arm, but Ryne wiggles and tosses her up and over hard with a hip toss. He then drops down and locks a side headlock on her. Liana pushes to her feet and nails 3 elbows to Ryne’s stomach and whips him off the ropes. On the return, Lia ducks her head for a aback body drop, Ryne jumps over into a sunset flip.
DM: Well maneuvered by De Marco Ryne… Wait, Lia dropped on his shoulders!
JG: Great bridge out there by Ryne and a GREAT shot to the back of the head with that boot!
1… 2… NO! Lia got her shoulder up!
Lia slowly gets to her feet as De Marco Ryne telegraphs a side kick, Liana ducks the kick and kicks him in the stomach before nailing him with a forearm upper-cut. Ryne staggers back as Lia locks her arms around his waist and delivers a Belly-to-Belly!
1… 2… NO! Ryne gets his shoulder up!
He gets to his feet before being taken down again with a strong high flipping dropkick to the face. Ryne holds his face before slowly pulling himself up into the corner. Running from the other side of the ring Lia clotheslines him in the corner. She hooks him in a suplex position and lifts him to the top rope. She climbs to the middle and signals to the crowd!
DM: Looks like Ryne is about to be Wasted!
JG: Oh what a metaphor…
DM: Shut up “Bomb”
Lia falls backwards sending Ryne up into the air and down onto his back! He lies motionless as Lia rolls over into a pinfall…
1… 2… NO! AGAIN Ryne gets a shoulder up.
The fall that Liana just took has taken its toll as she takes a moment to get back to her feet. By which point Ryne is getting up too…
DM: You know, Liana has deserved to win more of the matches in PPW than she has of late.
JG: I know… She’s been screwed by Johnny Dinucci more times than she has by Kris!
DM: Dude…
Ryne ducks a clothesline attempt by Lia, she turns to be met with a boot to the stomach. Ryne comes off the ropes and jumps through the air hitting a jumping spinning DDT, sending Lia’s head smashing to the mat!
1… 2…. NO! Liana gets her shoulder up!
DM: What courage shown by Liana… What heart…
JG: Yeah, from where I’m sat her hearts look HUGE!
Lia gets to her feet as Ryne steps back again. She turns around and is caught square in the jaw with a superkick! She falls backwards against the turnbuckle… And drops to her ass… Ryne looks around and signals to the crowd and points at the top rope. He climbs up and signals again before diving off and smashing both of his feet into the chest and face of Lia!
DM: DANGEROUS BY DESIGN!
JG: It’s over Michaels!
Ryne pulls Liana out of the corner and into the centre of the ring.
1… 2… 3! NO!
DM: Liana got a shoulder up at the last minute!
JG: How the hell did she get up from that?
DM: Her heart…
JG: Oh yeah… he bounced off her hearts… They’re like air bags…
Ryne looks around in despair as he looks to the top again. He signals to the crowd for The High-Ryne! He climbs up as Lia starts to move. He jumps through the air with a shooting star press.
DM: WHAT THE HELL!?
JG: DID SHE REVERSE IT!
Lia catches Ryne in mid-air and slams him to the mat with a Spinebuster… The crowds go wild as Lia slowly pulls her self up with the ropes…
DM: I’m receiving word that something has gone down backstage, I’m not sure... Ahh, it’s coming up on the screen now.
A sea of heads suddenly turn away from the match to the screen down the ramp way where a picture suddenly emerges of two women lying facedown in a locker room. EMTs surge into the room as the picture suddenly shows a couple of bent crutches lying beside each woman.
DM: Hey! I think we both know whose been carrying an item like that around lately.
JG: Don’t go jumping to conclusions, I’m sure Verafai Omega had nothing to do with this... Probably.
DM: Yeah, yeah, but who are those two ladies?!?
The picture scans in closer revealing it to be both Paige and Dylan, a trickle of blood seeps from the head of Dylan as neither woman is moving.
DM: Lia has to be distracted!
Liana stands looking at the screen not knowing what to do… Ryne moves, and pulls himself up… Lia nails the first punch, Ryne hits the second, Lia nails the third, Ryne hits the forth… Liana nails the fifth punch, and the sixth and the seventh… Liana takes control and whips Ryne to the far side of the ring and nails a Dropkick!
DM: Liana is on fire!
JG: Ohhhhh let me smother the flames!
She continues her assault with a Elbow Drop to the sternum… She drags Ryne to his feet and whips him into the corner. She calls for the Wasted/KSGS combo… Ryne looks out in the corner… Lia lifts him up to the top rope and nails him with a right hand.
DM: WAIT! WHAT THE HELL IS OMEGA DOING HERE!?
JG: Go VERIFY!
DM: It’s Verafai…
JG: …
Ryne hits a weak right of his own and almost falls backwards… Eye’s closed half unconscious as Omega slides a crutch into the ring! The ref walks to the other side of the ring and hands the crutch to the Time Keeper. As his back is turned, Omega swings the crutch and connects with Lia’s head sending her off the middle rope…
DM: LIA IS GUNNAA GET SCREWED AGAIN!
JG: She loves it…
Ryne slowly wakes to see Lia slowly getting to her feet… Unaware of what went on, he climbs to the top… He waits till she is back up standing and dives off nailing the High Ryne! He rolls into a cover…
1… 2… 3! RYNE WINS!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – DE MARCO RYNE
Ryne rolls out of the ring and starts to walk up the ramp… Back in the ring, Liana is slowly moving as Verafai Omega slides into the ring, Crutch in hand. He slowly walks around her, as she gets to her knees. Omega shouts something about that being where she deserves to be. He lifts the crutch into the air high above his head!
DM: THIS IS SICK! QB AINT HERE… KRIS AINT HERE! NO-ONE WILL STOP THIS!
JG: Ahh what the hell… Hit her!
As Omega shouts something else, his eyes roll back in his head and an arm is seen placed firmly between his legs. As he drops to his knees, the fans see exactly who has saved Lia…
DM: IT’S RYNE! HE CAME BACK!
JG: WHAT THE HELL!?
Lia stands up as Ryne hands the crutch to Liana who promptly swings it and nails Omega across the back. He arches and rolls out of the ring leaving the crutch behind. Ryne grabs Lia’s arm and starts to lift it in the air in victory. She pulls away!
DM: Oh come on Lia… he just saved your ass…
JG: Thank GOD…
Liana grabs Ryne’s arm and lifts it into the air. She holds the crutch a loft too! She finally breaks the celebrations to head backstage to see to Dylan and Paige as we slowly fade to commercial for Breath Fresh… Anti-Halitosis… But still wont get the ugly a girlfriend…
“Break Stuff” hits and cuts off Michaels! The crowd explode as that black Audi Quattro 4x4 comes through the curtain and down to the ring. The brakes slam on and the 4x4 stops at the side of the ring, the doors, with windows blacked out, swing open as President Quentin Barnes jumps out and rolls into the ring looking pumped. He calls for a microphone from the Ring Announcer.
QB: WHAT UP PITTSBURGH!
The crowds go wild for that somewhat cheap pop.
QB: You know, one of the members of the board gave me a call yesterday… A personal friend of mine, and told me what Johnny D had been up to. And I sat back in my recliner… Looked at my wife and she told me exactly what I wanted to here… “Quentin” she said “Get off your ass… Put on a jacket and drive your ass to Pennsylvania!”
The crowd explode again.
QB: That’s right people… I made my return a little early… Just because Johnny was getting too big for his boots once again. Anyway, I was drivin’ down the highway here in Pittsburgh… And I got a call from a buddy of mine, that would be the lovely Liana, who told me that there had been a lockdown at the arena and that no-body could get in or out. And I thought “Damn that ain’t right… QB is not being kept off his own show…” And it was a damn good job that I decided to slap the bull bars on the front of my 4x4.
The crowds listen intensely…
QB: While I was on my way here… I saw a man walking down the side of the road carrying a large bag over his right arm and a magazine in his left hand. I recognized him, stopped the truck… Opened the door and asked the sum-bitch to get the hell in! I think you might recognize him… Hey man, come out here…
The passenger door of the 4x4 opens and out steps Krazy Kris! The crowd explode as The Krazy One jumps down from the 4x4 and runs around the outside of the ring slapping hands with the crowd. Finally, he jumps the barrier and heads off through the sea of fans.
QB: Now then… On to business… I make my return tonight, not to talk about MY match at Battle For Supremacy… That is of little importance tonight. Tonight we will find out who is the best of the best in PPW. Who will be the 2 men that are deemed the rightful contenders to the crown of PPW Champion. Which 2 men that will be fighting in a match originally created by my old friend and PPW Columnist… Mike Melling… And a match that was scheduled and never used in WsW… A match that is so… Thrilling in its anticipation… Terrifying in its size… and sickening in its violence that only men with balls of steal should be able to participate… Tre Crawford, Jesy Blue, Krazy Kris and William Stone… I hope you call can see a monitor or the PurePainTron because right now, I am about to unveil a match that will see your very beings shaken to their core… I am about to unveil… THE TOWER OF FEAR!
DM: OH MY GOD! THAT IS A DEMONIC STRUCTURE!
JG: It looks cool… kinda like the Triple Cell…
DM: Bomb… You’re nuts…
QB: This match has been anticipated before… Yet never used… The 4 men I have just mentioned are the men chosen to step up to the plate and receive the glory of not only being involved in the first ever Pay-Per-View Main Event… But Being the first to Escape to Survive… If you Will… If you Dare… And if you can’t? Then it will be clear… That you have NO idea… And you never… ever… will…
Barnes steps out of the ring and jumps into his 4x4... He reverses out of the arena.
DM: That was one hell of an announcement by QB...
JG: I know... I almost found myself liking him!
DM: Really!?
JG: No...
The PPW logo fades in and out of the PurePainTron followed static and then the scene of Johnny Dinucci’s Mellon Arena office where a cameraman is standing over the shoulder of a man sitting with his feet on the desk and flicking through the steatite channels on the fifty five inch plasma screen television. As the channels get fast he begins to get a little impatient, seeing there is more blue screens then channels.
Voice from Chair: Damn it! No HBO, HBO2, CNN, TSN, TNT, ABC, 123 or damn Animal Planet, for being owners of the PPW I would swear that one of them would watch one of those channels. No matter lets see what other crap they have on plasma screen piece of crap.
While switching through the channels the man begins to grab some peanuts from a bowl on the desk as the camera pans down to the desk it shows a large size slurpie as well. As he continues to flick through the channels he begins to get frustrated and sets the remote down on the desk as it stops to an distorted screen and what seems to me panting and moaning coming from the speakers.
Voice from the chair: What do we have here? Distorted porn? Ah well…
Reaching for more peanuts the office door flies open and standing there with a shocked look upon his face is none other than Johnny Dinucci, the shock changes to anger, followed by screaming.
JD: What the? Never mind… Who the hell are you? And why the hell are you in my office? Explain damn it!
The man stands up from his seat and begins to answer Johnny.
Voice: Man you own half of a multi billion dollar company and you can’t even afford HBO let alone Animal Planet. Dude, would you like some peanuts?
Johnny seems to be getting angry at this point.
JD: No, I don’t want any damn peanuts, and I asked you a damn question who the hell are you?
While standing he grabs a hand full of peanuts and one by one he begins to toss them ah Johnny, continuing this for about a minute or so.
Voice: You sure they are non-salted, all good for your health and stuff. By the way my name isn’t really important at this current moment, I’m really here for the view on this hear television and the peanuts on your desk over there.
Johnny seems to be getting really frustrated, finally while the guy is still tossing peanuts at him he begins to pipe up.
JD: Fine I’ll have some peanuts if you get the hell out of my office.
After that was said the man stops tossing peanuts at Johnny while he reaches over and grabs a few, Johnny then stands back at the doorway as the man begins tossing peanuts at him again.
JD: Damn it stop that! I said I’d have some peanuts, now get out of my office.
The guy picks up his large size slurpie and begins walking to the door, then stops right beside Johnny and pulls open the front of his pants and dumps the entire thing down his pants and with a smile he begins whistling down the hallway.
It begins to fade as the camera zooms into Johnny Dinucci’s angry red face.
PPW WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT MATCH
SEMI FINAL 1
Krazy Kris vs. William Stone
Back to ringside with Donovan Michaels and Jim “The Bomb” Grande.
DM: Well Bomb, it’s time for the match between our former Special Enforcer, Krazy Kris, and William Stone
JG: Yeah, go Stone! One of Dinucci’s top dogs…
The lights drop leaving the arena in darkness, as the beat hits, strobe lights flicker rapidly.
“Reload” by Rob Zombie rattles the arena and the lights fade to blood red. Red and silver pyrotechnics blast from the rafters, leaving the ramp way shrouded in smoke.
As the smoke clears, William Stone appears walking slowly and confidently down to the ring. His ankle-length leather coat swaying around his leather pants and black silk shirt. He looks around with a rye smirk, then slides under the bottom rope and into the ring.
As the lights adjust to their regular state, Stone leans against the ropes with his arms folded, awaiting Krazy Kris’ arrival patiently.
DM: Listen to this capacity crowd, Bomb – they don’t have much respect for William Stone…!
JG: Ah screw them, Michaels! Screw them and screw you!
DM: Hey! I never said I didn’t have respect for him!
JG: Yeah I know…what’s your point?
The lights go out throughout the arena again, as Ozzy Osbourne screams out “ALL ABOARD!” Spotlights flicker on and play across the crowd, until they catch the sight of someone pushing through the crowd.
Dressed in black jeans, a Batman T-shirt, a pad on his left elbow and a flowing black duster trench coat, Krazy Kristopher reaches the barrier and leaps over. He jumps up onto the apron, then flips over the top rope and lands in the middle of the ring, staring off into the crowd and grinning as pyros explode. He then makes his way to a corner of the ring, and stares at William Stone.
DM: You could cut the tension with a knife here, folks. Both men with a point to prove here tonight, but only one of them can advance to the final of the competition!
JG: We’ll be back after this guys, don’t move a muscle!
PPW Mutilation cuts to a commercial break, in which a trailer is viewed for Battle for Supremacy: LIVE and exclusive Wednesday, February 25th 2004!
DM: And we’re back from the commercial here on Mutilation, were this match between Krazy Kris and William Stone has begun!
Krazy Kris goes straight after Stone, charging straight in with a clothesline. This knocks Stone to the mat, but he bounces straight back up and brushes himself down.
JG: Well Kris seems fired up here tonight, Michaels! But Stone’s just as hungry for gold!
Both men tie up in the centre of the ring, and Kris issues a kick to Stone’s groin region, forcing him to weaken his grip around Kris’ neck. Kris then Irish Whips William into the ropes and hits a Shuffkle Side Kick, knocking Stone straight back on his backside.
Stone looks furious and frustrated as he helps himself back to his feet, and looks in to the crowd and grins.
Crowd: ASS HOLE! ASS HOLE! ASS HOLE!
DM: The fans here in PPW showing their appreciation for all Stone has done for this company…
JG: Don, don’t push it…
Kris goes after Stone and begans throwing punches to the midrift and the head, causing Stone to fall backwards in to the ropes. Kristopher then Irish Whips Stone again, but this time, when asttempting a Flowing DDT, William Stone counters with a Back Body Drop, before Kris can ready himself. Stone then picks Kris up and hits a Superkick, followed by Stone to Ash!
DM: My God! Stone to Ash this early in the match, Jim…Kris may have bitten off more than he can chew here with William Stone…
JG: That’s right, Donovan…Stone is far superior to Kris in every way…
Stone goes right back after Kris by levelling him with a T-Bone Suplex, and then goes for a pin attempt…
1…2…kick-out by Krazy after the 2-count!
DM: A bit early to be pinning anyone yet I think…
Stone unremittingly keeps after the former Special Enforcer, making sure to punish him. After a series of Clotheslines, William goes for a Snap Tiger Suplex…
HE GOT THE SNAP TIGER SUPLEX!
JG: WOW! Early victory here for William Stone – Dinucci will be so proud!!!
1…2…kick-out again after 2 by Krazy Kris!
Kris, lying on the canvas, sits upright and shakes his head, obviously frustrated with himself. He then rises up to his feet, and hits a Spear on Stone, completely out of the blue!
DM: And Kris just hit Stone from nowhere! That’ll get him back in to this match somewhat!
JG: Yeah should do Don…
Kris then sticks up his middle finger to a sign in the crowd that says “TEAM DINUCCI RULEZ”, much to the crowd’s delight!
DM: The crowd here not lovers of Team Dinucci, Bomb!
JG: What do they know!?!? They’re all inbred assholes anyhow…
DM: …
Meanwhile Stone manages to lock in a Front Russian Leg Sweep on Kris, returning the advantage to his favour.
He then continues his assault on the Krazy One with a Snap Suplex, followed by a Sambo Suplex!
JG: Great move by William Stone! He got all of it too!
Stone goes for the cover again…
1…2…Kris kicks out again, much to Stone’s disgust.
DM: Stone again going for the pinfall, but Kris still not lying down!
Stone picks up Kris and throws him over the ropes to the outside. Stone then look sin to the crowd and, whilst receiving a chorus of boos and jeers, dives through the middle rope with a Suicide Dive, spearing Kris all the way in to the security railing, Kris hits his back with a crack!
DM: MY GOD…HE MIGHT HAVE BROKEN HIM IN HALF!!!
JG: We can hope…
Kris lies motionless on the outside, as does Stone. Both men down from the impact on both their bodies.
The referee begins his count…
1…..2…..3…..4…..5…..Stone begins to twitch……6…..as does Kris….7….Stone’s on his feet……8…..he foolishly picks up Kris……and throws him back in to the ring!!!
DM: Now, if that was me, would’ve left Kris down and gone hoped for the count-out decision!
JG: That’s why you ain’t no wrestler Michaels – you’re a pussy! You opt for the easy way out. Whereas Stone, he’s an honourable man, as is Kris…they’d rather beat their opponent than hope for a count-out…
DM: I’m sorry Bomb, you’re right…I should-
The Bomb laughs.
JG: -only screwin’ with ya Michaels, I would’ve gone for the count-out too, makes perfect sense! I was just screwin’ with you!
Krazy Kris tries to get back to his feet, but Stone won’t let him. He keeps on him with lefts and rights, pummelling Kris in to the ground.
DM: Krazy Kris HAS to get back in to this match, Bomb. Otherwise…
JG: Otherwise it’s bye, bye World Title…WHOOOOO!!!
Stone goes up top for a high-risk manoeuvre. Kris is lying in the centre of the ring, trying to regain full awareness.
DM: This will end Kris’ World Title dreams if tone hits this next attack!
Stone lets fly with an Elbow Drop, but somehow Kris rolls to the side, out of harm’s way!
JG: How the hell did that ass move out of the way?
DM: I have no idea Bomb, but he did, and this match is still underway!
Kris crawls across the ring to a turnbuckle, where he proceeds to help himself up by using the turnbuckle as an aide. He then leans back in to the rope, to regain his composure, then goes after William Stone.
DM: And here comes Kris now, not giving up on his dreams!
Kris picks Stone up and hits a Pedigree!
JG: That could seal it Michaels! Such a powerful move at this stage in the match, it may be too much for Stone to get up from!
DM: You’re right, Bomb, and Stone’s in serious trouble now…
Kris goes for an attempt at a pin…
1…..2…..NO! STONE GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!
DM: This match STILL continues, Bomb!
JG: …
Kris hits a Hangman’s Neckbreaker on Stone, followed by a Stunner!
DM: No THAT should do it! A Stunner is enough to finish ANYBODY off!
Kris goes for yet another cover…
1…….2…….KICK OUT BY STONE!
DM: He won’t quit! Stone’s gonna keep on fightin’!
Kris looks at the referee in disbelief. He then debates with Lavigne about the count…but eventually gives up, as his objections are getting him nowhere.
Krazy Kris is then hit by surprise with a Low Blow, followed by a Flowing DDT! Stone’s got himself back in to this one!
Stone then signals for “William the Bloody”…Stone gets on to Kris’ shoulders (a la Hurricanrana), but as he tries to slip off to one side, Kris reverses the move in to a Tombstone Piledriver! Stone crashes to the mat, and Kris then climbs one of the corners to the top turnbuckle. He jumps off, and drops an elbow onto Stone’s chest!
DM: INSANE PAIN!!! INSANE PAIN!!!
JG: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Kris goes for a cover on William Stone…
1…..2…..3!!! KRIS GOT THE PINFALL!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – KRAZY KRISTOPHER
Kris celebrates crazily in the ring, and Stone walks up the ramp, clutching his chest, cursing Kris for his victory.
DM: William Stone will NOT be competing for the PPW World Title at Battle for Supremacy, but KRAZY KRIS WILL!!!
JG: Michaels you prick…
The screen goes fuzzy, then black. The PPW logo appears across it, but is quickly morphed in to a modified version. The screen now reads “Dinucci is PPW”.
Mutilation returns.
DM: We head backstage now where Chris Collins is speaking to a surprise PPW Signing!
CC: I'm here with former WsW and PhW legend Hughesy 2 Hotty! A man revered in all of sports entertainment! H2H... Is it ok for me to ask you a few questions?
H2H: Sure thing Chrisy, can I call you Chrisy. Hang on, I can call you whatever I want, I'm bigger then you. Carry on Chrisy.
CC: Thanks... So, what is it that has brought you out of your retirement?
H2H: Well as you know Chrisy, Quentin Barnes and I have some unfinished business. Barnes and I were in WsW together but I was forced to retire when I was struck with a career ending knee injury. I heard from a friend of mine in this fed that Barnes was in charge so I thought "why not".
CC: What made you choose PPW?
H2H: The great Co-owner Mr. Barnes. And there is a superstar I am quite pleased with and have been pleased with him for quite some time. He's stints in WsW saw him claim the top prize in the business and I believe he can do it again here in PPW.
CC: What have you been doing since your last stint in WsW?
H2H: As you can see from my gut Chrisy, not a great deal. I've done alot of charity type work and I even ran a fed for some time without much success. But I have started training again and the knee feels good, the only problem is I haven't been in a ring for over a year now so we'll see what happens.
CC: What are your feelings about the PPW President Quentin Barnes?
H2H: You know when you go to the toilet and have a real sharp pain in your stomach and you need to shit? Well that's the same feeling I have about Barnes. He is a know-all who knows F**K ALL! How's that Chrisy?
CC: And what about his co-owner Johnny Dinucci?
H2H: The man behind PPW. Without the man there would be no PPW. This guy is the eyes, ears and brains of the whole operation. I have high respect and admiration for Mr. Dinucci.
CC: Which of the 2 men signed your contract?
H2H: What a stupid question. Mr. Dinucci signed my contract. Quentin isn't even around these days, he's sitting at home "resting his knee" for some big match at Battle for Supremacy. Talking of PPW's first PPV, I will personally be there firsthand to see Barnes get his ass kicked!
CC: Any incentives to sign?
H2H: The man I told you about before. A former WsW Champion he is. And the fact that I want to see Barnes get his ass kicked up close and personal.
CC: And what about the other superstars in PPW... Have you much knowledge of any of them?
H2H: A few of them are from WsW, such men as Colin Zale, Krazy Kristopher, The Dark Lotus and of course Quentin Barnes. I have also seen the last few Mutilations and I have been very, very impressed with the superstars here.
CC: Does my ass look big in these pants? They're pinstriped... Try to make me look thinner but I'm not sure...
H2H: Hey Chrisy, this interview is over. You sick-ass, freaky-deaky, tuity-fruity, ass-monkey!
As H2H speaks the light in the entire arena shut down… Eerie music begins to play and a light shines up at H2H who can still be seen on the PurePainTron. Interference cuts across H2H’s face… And flashes of Krazy Kris pummelling The Dark Lotus’ face can be seen.
Voice: Pain… Suffering… Brutality… All will come to those who deserve it…
Slow motion shots of Lotus’ blood pouring out of his head across the ring, being decimated by Kris…
Voice: Retribution… Revenge… Reprisal… I will reap my reward for the time I waste…
A flash of QB’s smiling face on screen, then a cut of him in his wrestling days screaming in pain with blood trickling down his face.
Voice: A hatefilled passion that I just can’t control…
A shot of H2H holding a title belt in the air, then being knocked to the ground with a steel chair.
Voice: Those who stand by my side will be aided, those who stand in my way will be destroyed…
Finally pictures of H2H and QB both on the ground destroyed merge into 1 solitary image.
Voice: ALL SHALL PAY THE ULTIMATE PRICE!
The music cuts and the lights return… H2H is unmoved and emotionless… He just slowly walks away.
At ringside, Jim Grande and Donovan Michaels look confused.
DM: What the hell just happened?!?!?!
JG: Who knows...you freaky-deaky Ass Monkey…
DM: And here comes the Main Event Bomb!
JG: Should be a good'un
MAIN EVENT
PPW WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT MATCH
SEMI FINAL 2
Tre Crawford vs. Jesy Blue
All the lights go out in the arena as a deep harmonised voice begins laughing over the PA, then speaks:
"ARE YOU READY? BRING ON THE SMOKE. TURN OUT THE LIGHTS. CAN YOU FEEL THE ENERGY? I SAID CAN YOU FEEL THE ENERGY?! OKAY. NOW... GET READY TO LOSE YOUR MIND. GET READY TO LOSE CONTROL. NOW... YOUR A VICTIM... OF HARDSTYLE!"
After that the rave music begins and yellow, green and blue strobe lights begin flashing to the baseline. Jesy Blue comes out wearing green baggy UFO pants and a big furry hat carrying glow-sticks, which he tosses into the crowd, and has a neon pacifier in his mouth.
DM: Jesy Blue is in the ring now…
JG: The drug taking, crap music listening, ball busted, inconsistent Jesy Blue ladies and gentlemen!
Made you look by Nas blares over the PA as the lights dim to nothing but a very pale shade of silver. The crowd reaction is not pleasant because they know who is on his way to the ring. As he steps out onto the entrance ramp with a look of determination on his face, he puts his head down seemingly ignoring the crowd reaction. While his head is down the camera focuses over the PurePainTron and it reads Perfect Weapon in glittery silver lettering, then goes into one shot of a Silencer being delivered. As the song reaches the; “They Shooting, but before Made you Look,” Tre then takes his arm and raises it in the air flashing the Westside symbol as a large storm of pyro surrounds him. Once the smoke clears he makes his way to the ring mouthing off to the fans in attendance and flipping them the bird
JG: His entrance always makes me smile!
DM: It would…
JG: Of course…
Jesy and Tre slowly walk around the ring, Tre pulls the ropes and bends his knees, stretching out his legs. Finally, they lock up in the centre of the ring. Tre wins out using his strength pushing Jesy back across the ring. They tie up again… This time Jesy goes behind Tre and rolls him up!
1… No! Tre up after 1!
As they both get to their feet, Jesy is knocked straight back down with a right hand!
DM: I don’t think Tre took kindly to nearly getting pinned!
JG: What do you expect, its disrespectful!
DM: It’s good wrestling!
Jesy gets to his feet and presses his hand against his head, checking for blood. He flicks out his arm and stands up, Tre runs with a clothesline which Jesy ducks… Coming from the far side he jumps and springboards, drop-kicking Crawford in the jaw! Crawford hits the mat with a thud and Jesy comes from the ropes again as Crawford gets up. He’s caught in the face with a Spinning Wheel Kick!
1… 2… NO! Closer but not close enough!
Tre gets to his feet again as Jesy jumps into the air. He wraps his legs around Tre’s throat and flips backwards, nailing a Hurricanrana! Tre lies on the mat prone as Jesy looks to the top rope. He climbs up top and sets up for the Rolling! He dives off and flips 450 through the air only for his body to come into total contact with the mat!
DM: Ohhhhh Big mistake!
JG: HUGE mistake… Tre will be in control now!
Crawford gets up and sees Jesy Blue holding his stomach but slowly getting to his feet. 3 right hands to the side of the face stagger Blue but don’t knock him to the mat. He comes from the ropes and takes Blue down with a ferocious clothesline!
1… 2… NO! Blue gets a shoulder up!
Blue slowly gets to his feet as Crawford locks in a waist lock. Falling backwards he nails a huge German Suplex and keeps his fingers locked going for yet another pin!
1… 2… NO! Blue kicks out again!
Crawford pulls Jesy Blue to his feet once more and nails 2 more right hands before gauging his opponents eyes. Blue falls back into the corner and the referee admonishes The Perfect Weapon for his blatant cheating. He is not disqualified however, as he continues his assault on Jesy.
DM: Tre should have been disqualified!
JG: No-one has been disqualified for that move for years!
DM: It’s not a move Bomb, it’s cheating…
JG: You say cheating, I say basic bending of the rules… Nothing of importance.
An Impact DDT smashes Jesy Blue’s skull to the mat at which point Crawford gets cocky. He gets to his feet and flips each side of the ring the bird individually. He pulls Jesy up and whips him into the ropes, on the rebound he nails a Spinebuster that almost breaks Jesy in half.
1… 2… NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Jesy, though in pain, managed to get a foot on the ropes! Tre sits on the mat looking slightly pissed, as Jesy starts to pull himself up on the ropes. Tre gets to his feet and stars calling Jesy on, slapping his face… pushing him back. Blue starts to throw aimless punches that Tre brushes off. Tre then nails a boot to the gut and locks his arm around Jesy’s neck. He throws Jesy’s arm over his own neck and lifts him up into a Suplex position… He holds it in an amazing display of strength!
DM: 1… 2… 3… 4…
JG: 5… 6… 7… 8…
Both: 9… 10… 11… 12…
Crowd: 13… 14… 15… 16!
Tre flips a Westside sign and slams Jesy hard to the mat and rolls into a cover!
1… 2… NO! JESY KICKED OUT AGAIN!
DM: Unbelievable display of stamina by Jesy Blue!
JG: Lucky bastard!
Tre then stands and gets a slight cheer from the crowd. He quickly silences this with another bird to each section. At this point, Jesy is back up to his feet! Tre turns around and swings a right hand, Jesy ducks and hooks his arm around Tre’s neck. He slams his opponent to the mat with a Side Effect!
DM: WHAT A DESPIRATION MOVE! JESY HAS TAKEN TRE DOWN!
JG: They’re both out!
Ref: 1… 2… 3… 4…
DM: No movement yet from either man!
Ref: 5… 6… 7…
JG: Tre stirs!
Ref: 8…
JG: He’s up to his knees!
Ref: 9…
DM: AND SO IS JESY!
The referee halts the count as Jesy blocks and reciprocates a right hand on 3 occasions staggering his larger opponent! Jesy hits a quick kick to Crawford’s stomach and nails a DDT! The big man’s skull smashing against the mat!
1… 2… NO! Tre just can’t be kept down!
Jesy lies on the mat, not moving as Tre gets to his feet. The Perfect Weapon looks over Jesy as he kip’s up! He wraps his legs around Tre’s neck and takes him down with head scissors!
DM: What a smart move by Jesy!
JG: He lulled Tre into a false sense of security!
Jesy takes over control of the match knocking down Crawford with 3 big clotheslines! He climbs up to the top and jumps off with a further clothesline!
1… 2… NO! Tre gets out!
Tre slowly gets to his feet and is in a bent position when Jesy Blue runs to the ropes and jumps through the air, bringing his leg down on the back of Tre’s neck, forcing his face into the mat! Crawford is turned onto his face as Jesy climbs up to the top rope again. He goes for the Rolling for the second time in the match! As he flips 450, he lands square on Tre’s chest and stomach!
DM: HE NAILED IT!
JG: It’s GOT to be over!
1… 2… 3! NO! WAIT! TRE GOT A SHOULDER UP!
Jesy looks pissed as he gets to his feet! He steps back into the corner and waits as Tre slowly starts to move.
DM: What is Jesy doing!?
JG: I don’t know…
Tre stands up and slowly turns towards Jesy who shuffles across the ring and catches Crawford square in the jaw with the Silencer! The referee checks on Tre as Jesy pulls a large piece of Lead out of his boot and puts his fingers to his lips as the crowds go wild!
DM: HE JUST PLAYED TRE AT HIS OWN GAME!
JG: THAT’S CHEATING MICHAELS!
Blue pulls Tre up and kicks him in the stomach. Coming from the far side of the ring, Jesy flips over Tre and smashes his face to the mat!
DM: PACIFIER!
1… 2… NO! NO! NO! TRE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP AGAIN!
Jesy looks in great distress as he gets up again. He pulls Tre up and whips him into the ropes. Tre ducks a reverse forearm, and then a clothesline. As he goes behind Jesy he locks in a waist lock and German Suplex’s him again! Both men are out cold again!
DM: This has been one hell of a match!
JG: I know!
Tre is the first to stand and looks around to the crowd! He rocks Jesy with 2 right hands as he gets up before “accidentally” catching the ref with his elbow! As the ref holds his eye, Tre lifts his boot into the groin of his opponent!
DM: Dear god…
JG: I hate that…
DM: Me too…
JG: Why? You have none…
The referee recovers as Tre backs up… Jesy turns just in time to be caught straight in the jaw with the Silencer! Jesy stumbles backwards and hits the ropes, not falling to the ground… He staggers back into the centre of the ring and is caught once again… Square in the jaw!
1… 2… 3! CRAWFORD WINS!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - TRE CRAWFORD
DM: What a match! It took 2 Silencer’s to beat Jesy Blue!
JG: It would have only taken one had he gone down…
DM: WHAT A MATCH TO G…
Just as Mutilation starts to go off-air, the sound of thunder causes the arena to vibrate, the lights flickering in uncertainty. Tre Crawford and Jesy Blue are still in the ring from the main event match up. Both seem to have an eerie suspicion of what's happening. The lights flicker once more before completely shutting down. Silence. Stillness. Confusion.
The cameras stay on, still televising the show. All of a sudden, the arena is filled with silver lights, shining obnoxiously all around the ring and leading up to the entranceway. Crawford and Blue stand, staring down at the entranceway. A face appears on the big screen, but disappears through TV lines before the face can be identified as even being human or not. A voice cuts in and out of the PA System.
"The six-- the sixth angel-- six six six."
A loud rumble is heard throughout the arena as if the whole arena was about to be carried away by a tornado.
"The sixth angel sounded his trumpet-- the sixth, sixth, sixth. The sixth angel sounded his trumpet, and I heard a voice coming from the horns of the golden altar that is before God."
The voice pauses. The whole arena is dead silent. Crawford has a sort of dead stare up at the big screen, seeming to be concentrated on who it is speaking. Heavy guitar chords power their way with a lead drum, almost like the sound of escaped convicts beating the concrete walls with chains and nightsticks.
"It said to the sixth angel who had the trumpet, 'Release the four angels who are bound at the great river Euphrates.' And the four angels who had been kept ready for this very hour and day and month and year were released to kill-- to kill-- kill a third of mankind. The number of the mounted troops was two hundred million. I heard their number-- their number. I heard their number . . ."
As the voice cut in and out as if it had been recorded on a bad VHS, Crawford and Blue glanced at one another. The two then looked behind them. The lights flashed, a figure stood in the ring in all black. Within a split second, the lights flashed off and back on again, and the figure was gone. The lights flashed off and the face appeared briefly on the big screen again.
"Revelation 9:13-16."
The arena stands still like boulders next to a calm sea. The lights flicker abruptly. On the big screen the blackness turns to a sunburst. And in the middle of the sunburst, a figure is sprawled out like Jesus on a cross. Only, the figure isn't part of the graphics on the big screen, the figure is actually against the big screen looking down at everyone. Crawford stares up, as does Blue, and the two of them suddenly become a bit more aware.
The sunburst transforms into a spiral. The powerful beat of the same weird theme as earlier begins again. Suddenly the figure drops from the big screen, the spotlight following, and the figure lands on the entrance ramp, taking a small step towards the ring. Crawford and Blue get into battle position. The lights flicker, and the figure is suddenly right next to the ring, staring down at the ground. Crawford steps forward, determined to see who the figure is. As he does so, however, the lights flicker and shut down. When they come back on, only seconds later, the figure has disappeared.
Words then circle into a spiral on the big screen, reading "Fifth Angel - Angel of the Abyss - Appolyon - Destroyer" and everything goes back to normal. No power outages. No creepy drumbeats with power chords. No raspy grim voice of regret speaking from the bible. Nothing. The camera cuts from Mutilation, ending the show with Crawford and Blue staring with looks of pure confusion.
SHOW GOES OFF THE AIR