Tag Man/Lightning vs Ghalleon/Tittiana
Tag Team Match:

JB: Well Donno ya don’t have to wait anymore because we’re about to find out.

"Midlife Crisis" by Faith No More starts to play as the lights dim down slightly. Smoke comes up from three small spots on the left side of the entrance and three on the right side of the entrance. The lights starts to get a dark purple tone of color as Ghalleon and Sammie then starts to make their way out through the smoke filled entrance. Ghalleon then stops in front of the entrance and lowers his head. He then extends his arms out a little bit above his shoulder line. He then lifts his head back up and raises his arms up. Fireworks starts to go off down to the entrance ramp as he starts to walk to the ring with Sammie. The two get down to the ring and Sammie walks around to Ghalleon’s corner and he climbs into the ring and walks to the center where he stands with his arms folded waiting for Tittiana to come out.

DM: Ghalleon looks ready.

JB: So does Sammie. Ready for me that is.

Donovan looks at Jesy and gets ready to respond but is interrupted by Tittiana’s music going off. The blonde bombshell makes her way out to the ramp in possibly the sexiest wrestling gear this side of Harmony Taylor and takes a couple of minutes to pose on the stage for all of the drooling male fans. After a couple of minutes of that, in which time Jesy stands up and openly stares at her, she finally saunters down to the ring and up the stairs. She walks half way across the apron and then bends over seductively towards the crowd on one side and Ghalleon on the other side before stepping into the ring. As she does so Ghalleon stands with an odd smile on his face that Sammie finds less than amusing. Tittiana finally walks into the ring and shakes Ghalleon’s hand before turning to face the ramp, as she turns Ghalleon noticeably checks her back side out.

DM: Ghalleon seems very distracted by Tittiana. Let’s hope he can get past that enough to concentrate on the match.

JB: …

DM: Dammit Jesy pay attention !

JB: I am…

DM: That’s not what I meant and you know it ! Pay attention to the task at hand !

JB: If she was at my hands I’d definitely be paying a lot of attention to her…

The two never get a chance to finish the discussion because the lights dim as the echo of thunder goes though out the arena. Suddenly a bolt of lightning hits the entrance and "The Angle" by Core picks up. A figure steps out wearing Lightning designed wrestling gear and the crowd responds with a hearty barrage of boos. Lightning walks down the ramp with his typically arrogant smile on his face, soaking in the hatred of the fans when his music stops suddenly. The sudden conclusion of his music causes him to freeze in his tracks and look back to the entrance way.

DM: What the hell ?

JB: Got me Dizonnie !

DM: “Dizonne” ? When did you become a card carrying member of the Wu Tang Clan ?

JB: I’ve always been down with the brothers.

Lightning stands silently glaring at the ramp and the crowd begins to buzz with curiosity at who caused the interruption to his entrance. He doesn’t have long to wait as the lights in the arena dim as a close up picture of the PPW title appears on the Pure pain tron. A voice is heard in a soft whispering tone, saying “He's Coming”. At this point the title begins to flicker in and out, when it’s out a picture of Tre Crawford’s face replaces it. Smoke begins to fill the ramp area, as it begins to clear Tre then steps up onto the ramp as he does “Stand Up” begins to play. Tre has his head down in deep concentration, after Ludacris says “Stand up” for the third time, Tre raises both arms up and with right hand throws up the Westside W. As he peaks with both arms pyro begins to explode around him.

DM: IT’S TRE CRAWFORD !!! “TAG MAN” IS TRE CRAWFORD !!” OH MY GOD WHAT A SHOCKER !!!

JB: Easy Donnie, you’re gonna give yourself a coronary like that.

The crowd’s reaction is much the same with many shocked exclamations. For his part the PPW legend doesn’t seem to notice, instead concentrating on his entrance. Finally Tre raises his head up and heads towards the ring taunting the fans. He walks right by the astonished and very angry Lightning without so much as a word or a sideways glance. 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 with his arms folded behind his head in a relaxed manner and waits for the bell.

DM: Lightning doesn’t seem at all happy about being interrupted by Crawford’s entrance. He seems less than amused by the former PPW World Champion’s antics.

JB: You notice how much Tre cares what Lightning thinks.

DM: We’ll see how much this effects their in ring chemistry. If Lightning is smart he’ll put his injured ego behind him and try to learn a thing or two from Crawford. He’ll also shelve his attitude towards veterans and Legends or he could find himself on the business end of “The Silencer”.

Tittiana is in the ring stretching as Ghalleon takes his place on the outside of the ring. In the other corner Tre and Lightning are seemingly discussing strategy as Tre pats Lightning on the back and points to the ring as he takes his place on the apron. Lightning looks over at Tittiana and smiles as he thinks about their last meeting, Tittiana looks concerned but not frightened as the two meet in the center of the ring. Lightning goes for a tie up but Tittiana ducks out of the way and as she gets behind him she clips his left knee causing him to drop on one knee. She heads towards him again and takes him the rest of the way to the mat with a front dropkick.

DM: Tittiana has the right strategy here; take the bigger man off his feet.

JB: Yeah I taught her well.

Lightning is quick to get back up to his feet and looks angered as he runs towards her trying to clothesline her repeatedly yet her agility keeps him from hitting her even once. Looking frustrated he walks over to his corner and makes a tag thinking that his partner might have better luck. Tittiana runs at Tre as he gets into the ring, but he side steps her throwing her to her corner and telling her to make a tag. She reluctantly does so as Ghalleon steps into the ring, he and Tre both walk towards the center and Tre puts his arm up for a strength test, Ghalleon accepts this challenge and places his hand in Tre's, then before you know it Tre comes up with the right arm with a European Uppercut sending Ghalleon to the mat.

DM: What an under handed move by Tre Crawford, I can see that he hasn’t changed a bit!

JB: Ghalleon should have done a little more scouting then he could have seen that coming.

DM: He didn’t know who the other opponent was, remember it was a mystery.

JB: Well I guess Sherlock Holmes don’t have to worry about Ghalleon taking his job then.

Back in the ring Tre jumps on the back of the fallen Ghalleon and starts pounding his head off the mat, for some reason here the ref starts the five count and Tre dismounts him after a long four. Ghalleon staggers to his feet and stands face to face with Tre, who reacts by reaching back and hitting Ghalleon with a hard disrespectful bitch slap. Ghalleon seems angered by this as he lunges forward with a clothesline that sends Tre to the mat momentarily. Tre gets to his feet rather quickly and tries to land a clothesline of his own but it is countered into a German suplex. Once his back hits the mat, Ghalleon doesn’t release and Tre starts reaching towards the ropes. Unbeknownst to Ghalleon, Tre is closer to his corner and somehow during the process of the second German suplex he makes a blind tag. Ghalleon still doesn’t release Tre nor does he realize that the tag was made either and while rolling he is met with a kick to the back of the head from Lightning. Tre rolls out of the ring as Lightning lands a quick brain buster suplex.

DM: Great ring awareness by Tre there to make the tag, he might have been in trouble.

JB: Yeah, yeah if you ask me he took the coward’s way out by making the tag!

Back in the ring Lightning has Ghalleon sets up for a vertical suplex, he lands one and still holds on then he lands another and another before jumping quickly to the top turnbuckle. Before he can do a move however Tittiana runs over shaking the ropes causing him to lose his balance and fall groin first into the turnbuckle. Ghalleon rises back to his feet while the ref is over with Tittiana trying to make sure she stays in place. Tre runs in and hits a low blow on Ghalleon. Tittiana tries to run in but is stopped by the ref who still has no idea Tre is in the ring. Tre then picks Ghalleon up on his shoulders as Lightning stands back up on the top turnbuckle. Lightning leaps off hitting a missle dropkick. Tre rolls out of the ring as Lightning makes the cover. 1………….2………. Tittiana runs in and breaks the count before stepping back out onto the apron.

DM: Ghalleon can thank his partner for the match still going on after that double team; this match was almost stolen by Tre and Lightning.

Lightning is taking his time now taunting Titts and gives Ghalleon an opportunity to get back to his feet. Once he does he grabs Lightning by the back of the neck and hits a reverse DDT sending him to the mat. After this he grapples with him again and hits the Overdrive before making a tag to Tittiana. Tittiana bounces off the ropes and hits Lightning in the throat with an elbow drop, she bounces off the other set and does this again. Lightning rolls out of the ring to regain his composure and Ghalleon hops down from the apron and chases him back in. Once he rolls in he is met with a few kicks to the back but still manages to get to his feet. He lands a hard right on Tittiana sending her to the mat then runs over and knocks Ghalleon off the apron before focusing on the back of Tittiana with a submission hold where he grabs her by the neck and pulls her back into his knee. Ghalleon runs in and breaks this hold then continues to whale on Lightning as the ref tries to break it up. Tre just stands back and watches, once the ref restrains Ghalleon and tries to fight him back to the corner, Tre comes into the ring and makes an illegal switch with Lightning who is now on the apron trying to recover.

DM: OH COME ON! No tag was made!

JB: Would you expect anything less from a Tre Crawford tag match?

Now in the center of the ring, Tre gently reaches down and helps Tittiana up. He takes a step back and tells her to tag in her partner. Tittiana looks confused by this but after the comments made during the week thinks nothing of it. She turns her back on Tre and walks towards Ghalleon who has his arm extended. Just before she gets into arms reach of him Tre grabs her by the hair and slings her to the mat. Tre then poses standing on her hair so she can’t get back to her feet. Tittiana is still trying to get to her feet as Tre finally steps off of her hair, and grabs her by it pulling her up off the mat and over his head. He then drops her to the mat with a sky high type move only rather than how D'Lo would hold his opponents he had her by the hair. He then picks her up by the hair yet again and wraps his arm around her head lifting her up into a stalling vertical suplex. While holding her in the air and letting the blood rush to her head with his free hand he makes the Westside W then drops her to the mat.

DM: I thought he was against hitting women, this is just sickening!

JB: Yeah like Tre has morals, this is the same man who hit me in the balls with a set of brass knucks.

Back in the ring, Tre Irish whips Tittiana into the corner; she rests against the turnbuckles face first as Tre stalks her from behind. He grabs her by the shoulder and pulls her back from that position only to thrust her forward shoulder first into the ring post. Tittiana lets out a deafening cry on impact and falls to the ground still in the corner. Tre then puts her in a tree of woe and tags in his partner. Lightning kicks her a few times as Tre slides out of the ring and reaches in grabbing her by the neck and pulling it back. Lightning is blocking the ref’s view of this so Tre holds on a bit longer than usual before letting go and taking his place on the apron. Lightning then pulls Titts out of the corner as she is favoring her shoulder; he then mounts the top turnbuckle and lands a picture perfect shooting star press. Over in the corner Tre is clapping his hands showing his approval. After the press Lightning makes a cover…..1…….2…..and the count is broken up by Ghalleon. Tre runs into the ring and meets Ghalleon with a hard clothesline sending him over the ropes to the mat. The ref grabs Tre and forces him to the corner as Lightning picks Tittiana up and Irish whips her into her corner. Ghalleon is still down on the mat but by the time Tre is restrained and he starts chopping at her chest, Ghalleon makes his way back up to his spot and slaps Tittiana's back making the tag. Tittiana rolls out of the ring still favoring her shoulder as Ghalleon sends Lightning into the corner and starts chopping away at him.

DM: Ghalleon seems to be the fresher man here, even after than nasty fall he took moments ago.

JB: ………………..

After the third chop, Ghalleon Irish whips Lightning into the ropes and attempts a clothesline but Lightning ducks this attempt and on the bounce back hit an enzuguri sending Ghalleon to the mat hard. Ghalleon is quick to get back to his feet though and as he stands Lightning jumps up wrapping his legs around his head and twisting a bit sending him back to the mat with a hurricanrana. Lightning then Irish whips him into his corner and holds him at bay as he makes a tag to Tre. Tre jumps into the ring and Irish whips him to the opposite corner then grabs Lightning’s arm and Irish whips him into the same corner where he hits a body splash sending Ghalleon to the mat. Lightning then picks Ghalleon up as both he and Tre wrap their arms around his head and drop him to the mat with a double DDT. Tre hoists Lightning up onto his shoulder where he stands and dives towards the ground hitting Ghalleon in the groin with a falling head butt. The ref finally breaks up this double team as Tre makes a cover. Tittiana is still down on the mat holding her shoulder as the ref drops to the mat slapping his hand hard against it once, then twice, but just before it hits for the third time Ghalleon is able to get a shoulder up.

DM: It’s about damned time that the ref made Lightning get out of the ring; this is supposed to be a tag match not a handicapped match!

JB: I think it’s about time to put my plants in the ground; they should be safe from frost now.

Back in the ring, Tre helps Ghalleon to his feet and with him doubled over wraps his arms around his chest picking him up over his shoulder. Once he is stabilized on the shoulder Tre drops to the ground wrapping his arm around Ghalleon’s neck where on impact his neck bounces off his shoulder which is called The Hand that Feeds. Tre makes a quick cover then from nowhere Tittiana rushes into the ring and breaks it up. Being a ring veteran he pays little attention to Tittiana and still focuses on the downed Ghalleon. Tre picks Ghalleon up off the mat and throws him into the ropes, when he bounces back to him he is sent to the mat with a lethal spine buster. Tre smirks like only he can showing that he thinks he has total control of the match, but before you know it he is taken down by a desperation DDT from Ghalleon who crawls to his corner trying to make a tag. Tre tries to stop this but the hard slap can be heard as Tittiana runs into the ring taking Tre down with a shoulder block. Lightning runs in and is also met with a shoulder block but after this one she appears to be favoring her shoulder again as she loses momentum.

DM: I think Tittiana's shoulder might be dislocated, she don’t seem to be in any shape to continue.

JB: Maybe the doctor will give her some good pain killers then!

Tre gets back up to his feet noticing that Tittiana is really favoring her shoulder. Tre dashes towards her and sends her to the mat with a hard clothesline. Somehow she makes it back to her feet as Tre hits The Silencer. He wraps up her legs making a cover as the ref drops to the mat yet again slapping his hand against it once, then again, but before the hand can hit for a third time Tre pulls Tittiana's shoulder up. He then walks over and tags in Lightning who grabs her by the hair forcing her lifeless body to its feet and hits the Strike of Lightning a somersault piledriver sending her to the mat and making a cover. 1………..2…………3…….

DM: Damn them !

Lightning then jumps up and raises his hands in victory, Tre just leans back against the turnbuckle smirking arrogantly. Lightning rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, folding it up and bringing it into the ring with him. He then walks over to Tre and raises the chair in victory before bringing it down onto Tittiana’s badly injured shoulder. Her body jerks up spasmodically then lays motionlessly on the mat face down.

DM: Damn it ! Someone get down there and stop this !!

Tre walks over to her lifeless body and motions for the chair, which Lightning gladly tosses him. Tre holds the chair up and swings the chair stopping it just before impact. He turns and looks at Lightning, shrugging his shoulders indifferently before he smirks and tosses his partner the chair. As Lightning catches the chair, Tre lunges forward hitting the chair right under Lightning's chin with The Silencer. The chair slams up into Lightning’s chin and face with a sickening metallic clang snapping his head back. Lightning reels back and hits hit the mat hard as Tre signals for a microphone…..

TC: Its not a mystery anymore, The Pinnacle of Perfection, The Perfect Weapon, Mr. PPW is back. Oh come on don’t look so surprised, after that announcement was made last week regarding the world heavyweight title you should have guessed that I would be back. That is my title and I couldn’t just sit in my condo on the beach and watch as someone else disgraced it.

Tre paces around the ring, walking back and forth before eventually stopping over the fallen Lightning. He bends down and picks up the chair that just moments before was used to lay his partner out, he sits the chair up over the chest area of Lightning and takes a seat. He slouches down and mockingly slaps Lightning in the face a few times before continuing.

TC: Poor kid, he was just too high strung, the ‘roid rages finally got to him. I hate to be the one who bursts your bubble, because in two weeks time you will not be facing Riddick Andrews in the title elimination tournament. Instead you will be facing me, its time for you to get a much needed wake up call and I will be the person who gives it to you. You see I have sat on my 3 thousand dollar couch following up on PPW for months now, and part of that meant I had to listen to your ramblings. I have heard that you are responsible for retiring those returning former PPW superstars once and for all, and you have a pretty good list of names to support that claim. I mean everyone should fear the man who retired the Hot Boyz, they were at the top of this federation for a long time, as was Hayz along with the others. In case you are in fact as dumb as I think you are it will be safe for you to note the sarcasm I was just then using.

TC: Lightning, I am a returning PPW superstar, do you think you can retire me? I was the first ever PPW champion, I am a hall of famer, you could even call me a walking legend. If you were to combine all the people you have beaten and multiply it by 7 you still wouldn’t have a close comparison to an athlete the calibur of me! On the next Mutilation you will find yourself in a lose, lose situation. All I can say is you had better eat a lifetime’s supply of Wheaties because it will take all that and more for you to even begin to compete with the likes of me. You think Colin Zale was a handful, you haven't seen anything yet!

Tre jumps out of the chair and tosses it to the side, he grabs Lightning by the hair and pulls him back to his feet. Once he is standing Tre executes the Consolation Prize, picks him up again and tosses him out of the ring. Tre then exits the ring and once on the floor reaches under the apron and pulls out a Singapore cane, and some sort of case. He steps back into the ring and opens the case revealing its contents to be the face paint of Slayne Demonio.

TC: That’s right everything that has been happening tonight is because of me. You didn’t think that I would be stuck in a match like this on my return and not make an impact on everyone did you? Oh how sweet you really did think that. I haven't even been back for a full show yet and have already gotten under the skin of some of the biggest names in the industry today. Tonight was just a sample of things to come, fasten your seatbelts and get ready for the ride of you life!

DM: Before this conversation and digress any further I’m getting word that something is happening back in the dressing room of Shane Kast.

We head backstage to see Shane Kast stood in his locker room. He is warming up for his match with Riddick Andrews later on this evening. His head turns a degree or 2 on hearing the sound of his locker room door opening. Without needing to ask, he knows who is there.

RA: Almost ready for our match tonight Shane?

Kast doesn’t speak.

RA: You know…I knew it was a good idea to walk in here and talk to you man to man. You see, I knew that you wouldn’t risk our match for the sake of one or two cheap shots. It’s a measure of the man to have so much confidence in his vision that you can know he won’t do anything stupid… until he gets into the ring that is.

Kast’s jaw clenches as finally, over his shoulder, Riddick comes into view. Andrews smiles constantly…

RA: Shane… I still have a myth or two to correct in that mind of yours… I still have an idea or two that I need to allow to fester in your mind… First things first though, being the second man to pin Riddick Andrews means nothing. It only means someone can look at you tempestuously and say “Been there, done that!”. Being the second man to ever pin Riddick Andrews will not catapult you to stardom, it will not be a stepping stone and you will not be able to look back on it one day and say “That is the defining moment in my career.”

Kast still doesn’t speak, Riddick continues to smile, not showing as to whether he is trying to goad Kast or whether he speaks from the heart.

RA: Secondly, that belt that you hold so dear… That belt that you love so much is a possession I once coveted. It was a title I was proud to hold and I know, deep down, that the choice that I made, out of respect for Colin Zale more than disrespect for that belt, I would be stood hear as Champion… But it’s not the biggest prize anymore… No, no… It’s not the most sought after Championship any longer. Fitting, that come the end of this tournament, I will stand above you as World Champion… But don’t you worry Shane-O… You’ll still have your TV Title to keep warm at night. See you in the ring buddy… It’s gunna be…

SK: One hell of a ride…

Riddick chuckles and heads out of the room leaving Kast to mull over their altercation in his mind. We fade to commercial.

The picture cuts back to the announcers table where Donovan Michaels and Jesy Blue sit with “oh wow” kinds of looks on their faces. Donovan looks as Jesy after turning his head a quarter of the way around, his tone serious.

DM: Those were some strong words there Jesy and I have to wonder if that was meant as a friendly warning or if Riddick is trying to get into Kast’s head a little. Whatever the case is I bet that Kast will have to use all of his patience to keep himself in control, we both know that the brash young Television Champion doesn’t like being challenged like that.

JB: No kidding Donnie. We also know that these two really don’t like each other very much. Kast called Riddick jealous and afraid of him and Riddick…well…he just dislikes Shane’s attitude. I’ve noticed that there are more than a few people who feel that way about him.

DM: That’s definitely true. I know the kid is very confident in himself and his confidence comes across as arrogance to many around here.

JB: Confident…arrogant…same thing.

DM: Most people don’t see it that way. Speaking of arrogance we’re up to the Mid Card Main Event of Vregen Kristi verses the self proclaimed “Aussie Icon” Croc. According to my format Jesy this match was requested by Croc. If what he said this week is any indication he’s been…well…

JB: Hand tuning the skin flute to her picture.

DM: That’s not really where I was going with that Jesy…but thanks for the input…I think.

JB: No problem.

DM: At any rate Croc demanded this match and it was given to him. He’s made no bones about what he thinks of Vregen…and some of it has been very…shall we say… colorful.

JB: You said it. Whatever you want to call it though the match is going to happen and I’m sure it’s going to be a very entertaining match. Croc is a funny guy after all.

DM: I don’t find him all that entertaining, just crude and obnoxious.

JB: You say “potato”…I say French fry...

DM: Whatever you say Jesy. We’ll see what comes of this soon enough.

JB: Yeah…I’m looking forward to it too…she’s hot.

Donovan pauses for a moment and puts a hand up to his ear with a look of concentration on his face. He finally nods his head and lowers his arm, looking at Jesy.

DM: It looks like you’re doing to heave to wait for another couple of minutes because we’re going backstage again.

The scene cuts in as we see Slayne Demonio sitting in a chair that vaguely resembles a barber chair. He’s sitting in the chair with an impatient look stricken across his face. He finally loses his cool and calls out after a female

SD: Could you hurry up!..I've got a match to win and I cannot go out there with my mighty war point to scare the valor right out of Zale...

A curvy lady appears and does a little bow to apologize for the inconvenience. She pulls out a case and opens it. Within it is several make-up application tools. She turns to the bottles containing the substances to where to be applied. She opens several of the bottles and jumps back a little, startled.

Make-up lady: Um...Mr.Demonio are you sure this is the right stuff....

SD: What?...What kind of question is that? Of course is it, now just do what my hard earned money pays you to do.

The lady spends the next few moments applying the paint on Slayne's face. Her face is contorted with uncertainty. Finally, after several moments of this procedure she backs away, looking at the end result, she feigns a smile.

Make-up lady: Heh, It's done...it looks......nice.

SD: Well don't just stand there awe struck, get me a mirror.

She does so, reluctantly. She holds the mirror with both hands in front of his face. Slayne's face turns to horror. He sees purples, yellows, whites, blues, and reds. It was clown make-up...

SD: Ah..! What hell did you do to me!?! What the....AH!

Slayne dashes to a sink, turns on the water, and vigorously tries to remove the despised designs on his face as the camera cuts away.

DM: Some here is having a hell of a lot of fun at the expense of some of our bigger names.

JB: Yeah…he’s making them look like morons.

DM: I wasn’t exactly going there with that Jesy. Before you can say anything else that could get us killed let’s just get to the next match.

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

DM: Croc looks like his typically obnoxious self.

JB: I think he’s entertaining.

Donovan looks at Jesy disgustedly and is about to respond when he’s cut off by the opening chord’s of Fear Cult’s “Boys and Girls”. The arena goes dark again and the ramp way starts to flood with fog as a pair of blood red spotlights flash back and forth across the arena. The lights finally stop and focus onto a silhouetted figure on the top of the ramp. The figure steps through the ramp, awash in red light and with an evil looking smirk on her face. Vregen looks down to the ring at Croc and makes a slashing gesture across her throat with her thumb before pointing at him. Croc responds to her by laughing and gyrating his hips in a mockingly sexual manner. Vregen scowls at this and continues walking slowly down the ramp, her eyes boring into the arrogant Aussie. She finally gets to the end of the ramp and rolls under the bottom rope, coming to her feet and ascending the turnbuckle where she glares out over the crowd to a loud chorus of boos.

DM: Vregen looks determined.

She never gets a chance to climb down off the turnbuckle; instead she is flipped over backwards and slammed down onto her head.

DM: The Death Roll !!! He went to his big move already !!

JB: I guess he wants and early win.

Croc lays himself across Vregen in an exaggerated manner, grinding his crotch into her stomach. Referee Chris Levigne drops to the mat for the three count. He slaps his hand down twice when Croc pulls Vregen up by her hair and laughing into her face. She responds by her eyes snapping open, much to the surprise of the Aussie Icon. What follows her eyes opening is an up swinging arm that catches Aussie right where his future family lives. Croc winces noticeably and stands up, grabbing at the now very pain filled area. Vregen slowly gets to her feet and looks down at Croc with hate written all over her face. She bends over and gets close to his face, drawing a smirk from him…a smirk that rapidly disappears when she spits squarely in his eye.

DM: I guess we can now say for sure that Vregen isn’t in the Croc fan club.

JB: Not unless she’s a really big fan of “Ace Ventura: Pet Detective”.

DM: What ?

JB: Well you see Donnie, there’s this scene in “Ace Ventura” where he’s talking to this tribe of natives somewhere and they express respect by spitting in someone’s face. To them it’s…

DM: Never mind Jesy, I think I get the idea.

Vregen pulls Croc to his feet and hits him between the uprights one more time, this time Referee Levigne admonishes her for it, administering a warning. She only looks at him and laughs then proceeds to poke the Aussie in the eyes. The poke causes Croc to lurch backwards, clasping at his eyes in agony. The referee yells at Vregen one more time and she laughs at him again, citing that she poked him in the eyes and he didn’t warn her not to do that. Referee Levigne warns her not to do anything underhanded again or she’s done and he’ll disqualify her. She laughs at him again and walks over to Croc, this time grabbing him by the hair and leaping onto the middle rope for added momentum. She springboards off the rope and slams Croc down face first into the mat with a modified springboard bulldog and instantly rolls him over for the pinfall. Referee Levigne leaps into position and begins to slap the mat.

DM: That was an interesting, if not entirely legal bulldog variation.

JB: Hey, it worked Donnie. It got her a two count.

The referee stands up and shows Vregen two fingers. She glares at him and insists it was a three but gets nowhere as he adamantly reasserts that it was indeed only a two count. Vregen glares at the referee again and turns around, walking directly into a harsh spinebuster that shakes the ring. Croc immediately gets up and spins around the ring a couple of times with his arms out, celebrating like he just delivered the most devastating move in wrestling history. The crowd responds with a resounding and echoing torrent of boos that only seem to spur Croc on further.

DM: I can’t pick anyone to dislike in this match because I really don’t like either…but I’ll give Croc credit…the guy does know how to play a crowd.

JB: He’s brilliant. We haven’t had a guy like this around since Tre Crawford left. I may not have liked Crawford, but he was definitely a hell of a talent.

DM: I can’t argue that Jesy, he is a PPW Hall of Famer and a former World Champion…but I just can’t see comparing Croc to him yet. He hasn’t earned it yet, not by a long shot.

JB: Well, whatever you think of Croc he knows how to make people hate him.

DM: He certainly does Jesy and right now Vregen is definitely not overly fond of him.

Croc walks over to Vregen and places a couple of well placed stomps into her solar plexus and stomach before turning and kicking her roughly in the side of her face. The kick is so hard that it flips her over onto her stomach, clutching at her face. Croc immediately leaps onto her and slaps his “CrocTF” version of the Stepover Toehold Facelock onto her. Her head immediately snaps up and she starts to yell as Croc sits on her back and screams in her ear for her to tap out. He holds her in the move for what seems like an eternity but Vregen refuses to tap out to him.

DM: If he doesn’t let he go soon he might injure her. Referee Levigne should order him to break the hold before that happens.

JB: Why ? It’s perfectly legal. The onus is on her to tap or get hurt. Legally he doesn’t have to let her go.

Croc finally breaks the hold but doesn’t give Vregen a chance to recover, instead he immediately pulls her to her feet and whips her around and up before slamming her down roughly with a hard spinning powerslam that shakes the ring. Croc immediately pulls Vregen back up and spins her back around, wrapping his arms around her waist and flipping her over onto her head with a hard German suplex. Instead of releasing his hands he stands back up and moves his hands up, wrapping his right arm around her head and slamming her down onto the back of her head with an inverted DDT. She lands hard on the mat but doesn’t get any chance to get free because Croc immediately pulls her back up and chains together a spinning neckbreaker, followed by a German suplex that he rotates into a high angle backdrop before finishing the sequence off with a snap suplex. Vregen ends the sequence in a heap, motionless on the canvas. Croc immediately leaps to his feet and raises his hands, waving his hands inward and celebrating again. The crowd’s response to his posturing is exactly the same as it had been the first time.

JB: That looked nice. I got to see Vregen moving a lot there. She looks nice in motion.

DM: Do you always look at things like that when women are wrestling Jesy ?

JB: Not always, but usually…yes.

DM: You’re impossible.

JB: What ??!!

Croc walks over to Vregen and tries to drop a leg across the back of her only to find empty space underneath him. He lands hard on his tailbone and winces in pain, scooting around the ring on his rear end like a cat wiping its rear on a carpet. Vregen sees this and stands staring at him with an odd smirk on her face. Croc sees this and starts to yell at her from a seated position but his eyes widen and he starts to wave his hands wildly in a “no no” manner as Vregen bounces off of the ropes. She springboards off and flies forward, closing the distance in the blink of an eye as she snaps Croc’s head back violently with a massive helping of feet as she slams them into his face with a dropkick. The kick knocks him onto his back with a loud crack much to the delight of the crowd. Vregen gets back to her feet and stares down at him with a smirk for a moment before climbing the turnbuckle. She raises a hand to a mild cheer and than leaps off with a breathtaking Pheonix Splash that lands on Croc with very loud impact.

DM: Vregen connected solidly with that textbook Pheonix Splash ! That might be enough for her !

JB: She better put him away while she has the advantage because if he gets up she might not like the outcome.

Vregen stands up and ascends the ropes again and glowers down at Croc before leaping off of the turnbuckle and landing a beautiful moonsault. She immediately stands up and flips over, landing a flipping leg drop across his neck. Croc’s body jerks spasmodically and lays still. The referee pushes Vregen away and looks down at Croc, who’s not moving. Vregen looks down at Croc and tells the referee that he’s fine and that he should just let her finish him off.

DM: It looks like the impact from that legdrop combined with that dropkick may have knocked the “Aussie Icon” out cold.

JB: Unfortunately for him the referee doesn’t have any reason to stop the match. There’s no proof that he’s injured.

Vregen pulls Croc to his feet and wraps an arm around his neck. She has trouble holding him up because his body is completely limp. She finally gets him into position and runs towards the corner, running up and kicking off of the turnbuckle. As she turns over Croc suddenly springs to life, dropping his shoulder so that his left arm is hooking her leg and the other one is around her neck. He uses her own momentum against her and just falls to his side, smashing her head into the canvas with an absolutely sickening “Death Roll”.

DM: Oh my god, he just used her own momentum to add force that I can’t even describe to that “Death Roll” DVD !!!

JB: That hurt me just looking at it !

DM: I’m sure it didn’t excite Vregen very much either Jesy…and speaking of excitement we’re almost up to the part of tonight’s show that I know all of PPW has been waiting for. We’re almost up to the World Title Elimination matches ! Before that though we have a great match between the current PPW Television Champion, the self proclaimed “Future of the Business” Shane Kast and the former and first Television Champion and a definite World Title contender no matter what happens to him in the tournament…Riddick Andrews.

JB: Nice segway there Don-0.

DM: Thanks Jesy. Now, as we were saying before these two really don’t seem to like each other very much. There’s been a lot of trash talking going back and forth leading up to this match. In fact this looks like it’s become very personal because of it.

JB: Yeah…both men think that the other is an idiot.

DM: There’s a little more to it than that Jesy. Both men have their strong tie to the Television Championship, both men have a lot of pride, both are tied to Colin Zale and both men want to be recognized as the future that this company will be built on. That’s a lot of similarity there and both men probably know it…and I doubt that they like it much.

JB: How great for us that they get to show us how much they detest each other right now !

DM: That’s such a charming way of looking at it Jesy. We’ll be right back ladies and gentlemen.

The commercial ends in one of the PPW locker rooms. It focuses in on an image of a large man standing hunched over a bag, rifling around in it as if he’s missing something. He finally stands up and turns around with an aggravated but curious look on his face. The man is Colin Zale.

CZ: Now where the hell did I put that ? I could have sworn I left it under my bag. Yeesh…ya leave for two minutes to drop some friends off at the pool…

He looks around the room for a moment before turning back to the bag and pushing it open again. Not seeing anything he looks at his locker and pulls the door open.

CZ: Maybe I left it in here and forgot…I’ve taken too many shots to the head. I think it’s getting to me.

He finally pulls the door to the locker open and freezes, a “What the…?” coming from his mouth. We hear something being yanked down from inside his locker and watch the the PPW legend turns around, an envelope on a string hanging from his fingers.

CZ: What’s this shit ?

Zale pulls the envelope open and a bewildered yet amused crosses his face. His eyes stay on the item in the envelope as he slowly pulls it out with two fingers and holds it up in front of his face. The item is a toothpick. Zale shakes his head and smiles.

CZ: Funny…real funny.

The shot goes back out to the ring where Donovan sits with a confused an annoyed look on his face while Jesy looks like he wants to burst out laughing.

DM: I don’t know who did that, but chances are he’ll answer for it at some point.

JB: I don’t know who did it either, but damn was that funny.

Donovan looks at Jesy like he’s a moron before turning back to the camera and putting his “announcers face” back on.

DM: Well, at any rate we’re ready to go with Riddick Andrews and Shane Kast. These two have had a very contentious week and I expect that we’ll see quite a match between these two amazing young superstars ! I know that we’ll see an epic feud between these two in the very near future. The seeds of it are being planted now.

JB: Plant…seed…mmmmm…

Jesy briefly spaces out and gets a stupid smile on his face. Donovan briefly looks at him before smacking him in the back of the head to snap him out of it.

DM: Get with it Jesy ! Pull your head out of the fog !

JB: Fog…

Jesy begins to zone out once again only to have Donovan slap him upside the head.

JB: Ya didn’t have to hit me ! I was having such a nice dream !

DM: Concentrate on the task at hand Jesy, this is too important for you to be zoned out.

JB: Why ? I was having so much fun !

DM: Pay attention for once. We have an important match and I want to know who you think will win between Shane Kast and Riddick Andrews.

JB: I'm really not sure on this one. I guess I'll go with... Riddick Andrews.

DM: Regardless of who will win this match, I must say, these men are two of the best athletes PPW has to offer.

Riddick Andrews vs Shane Kast ©
Singles Match: Non-Title

"Can't Stop" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers hits and Riddick Andrews makes his way down to the ring. The crowd explode with cheers as he rolls into the ring, seemingly ignoring his following as he stands and waits for Shane Kast to come down to the ring.

DM: Riddick is very focused here tonight. This could go down as one of the best matchups in PPW. It’s almost too bad that Shane Kast’s PPW Television Title isn’t one of the match stipulations.

JB: As much as I hate it, I'd have to agree with you. Though, I wouldn't mind Vregen Kristi and Harmony Taylor hooking up. Schwing! As far as titles go they’d both be calling me “Big Daddy”.

DM: Jesy…

"Getting Away with Murder" blasts as Shane Kast steps out from the back and, visibly pumped up, makes his way down to the ring and slides in, standing face to face with his opponent, Riddick Andrews. The music fades out and the bell is rung, signaling the beginning of the match. Riddick and Shane share a staredown for a few moments. Kast offers his hand for a handshake and the fans cheer with approval. When Riddick shakes his head and slaps Kast's hand away, the cheering immediately turn to boos of protest. Kast's expression of respect turns to focus as he and Riddick circle each other around the ring. A comment is yelled from the crowd, insulting Riddick. He turns his head slightly to see who said it, but is immediately taken advantage of by Kast, who throws a hard right hand, followed by a standing clothesline.

DM: Riddick took his eyes off the action and paid for it. Let's see if Kast can follow up.

Riddick stands and is whipped into the ropes. Kast leapfrogs over him, rolls back and monkey flips him across the ring. He jumps up and sprints towards Andrews, who rolls out of the way, stands, and armdrags Kast across the ring. Both stand and Kast runs towards Andrews again. Andrews catches him and lifts him up into a military press. He holds him for a moment before dropping him down to the canvas face first. The impact bounces Kast off the mat. Andrews follows up, lifting Kast off the mat, and evenflowing him back down. He makes the cover. 1... 2.. Kickout by Shane Kast.

JB: Riddick isn't messin' around, Donovan. That's why I think he's going to win.

Riddick pulls Kast up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. As Kast sprints towards him, Riddick grabs him by the back of the head and hurls him through the middle ropes and out onto the outside. Riddick straightens himself up and walks around the ring, waiting for Kast to recover. The ref begins the ten count, but before he can make it to even four, Kast makes his way back into the ring. Riddick immediately begins to put the boots to Kast's upper body before he can even stand. He picks Kast up and powerbombs him right back to the canvas. He goes for the cover. 1... 2… kick out by Kast. Riddick picks him back up and whips him into the ropes, throwing his boot right into his face, sending him back to the canvas once again. Riddick looks down at Kast for a moment, smiling as he kneels down and begins letting loose with right hands into the back of Kast's head.

DM: Riddick Andrews is showing absolutely no mercy for Shane Kast. He's grasping each and every opportunity to weaken him.

JB: Absolutely! Smart wrestling by Riddick!

Kast makes it to his feet, but Riddick lifts him up and suplexes him back down. Picking him up again, Riddick sends Kast into the corner with a hard irish whip. Riddick follows up with a hard clothesline. Kast stumbles out from the corner and is shoved back into it by Riddick. He then lifts Kast and sits him on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up himself and the two both stand on the middle rope. Riddick pulls Kast up a level and both stand on the top turnbuckle. Riddick hooks both arms of Shane Kast and executes a double underhook suplex from the top rope! Both men hit the ring with great impact, but Riddick is quick to move and make the cover. 1... 2... Kickout again by Shane Kast!

JB: Riddick truly is impressive, Donovan!

DM: I'll tell you, he really is right now. It's amazing that Shane Kast is even hanging in there with him. Riddick seems to be on a hot streak.

Riddick shows no frustration as he lifts Kast up once more. He whips him into the ropes, and Kast reverses the Irish whip, Riddick bouncing off the ropes now, and a powerslam from Shane Kast! He hooks the leg. 1... 2. Kick out by Andrews. Andrews stands up quickly, and is hit hard with a spinning heel kick! Kast follows up and springboards off the middle rope, spinning back around in the air and hitting Andrews with a legdrop. Both men stand up about the same time and Kast runs forward, jumping up and wrapping his legs around Riddick's neck, going for a hurricanranna. Riddick catches him, but Kast manages to reach his legs to the ropes. He lifts himself off Riddick's shoulders and balances himself on the top rope. He back flips off the top rope, but again Riddick catches him on one shoulder this time. He runs forward, to hit a running powerslam, but Kast flips off of him and nails him with a 3/4 turn neckbreaker! He makes the cover. 1... 2... Kick out by Riddick Andrews!

JB: I told you that Shane Kast was in complete control of this match! This is exactly why I chose him to win this match!

DM: Jesy, you chose Riddick Andrews to win this match!

JB: No, I didn't. Dude, I've been telling you this whole time that Kast was going to pull off something beautiful, and that's exactly what he's doing!

DM: Ok Jesy…

Riddick is quick to his feet after the kickout, Kast grapples with him and irish whips him into the ropes yet again. Riddick bounces off the ropes and Kast sets up for a clothesline, Riddick ducks this attempt and bounces off the other set of ropes heading back towards Shane. This time Shane sends Riddick to the mat with a superkick, the impact from the kick makes a sickening thud. Rather than going for a pin attempt, Shane hops on his back and applies a headlock trying to take some of the energy away from his opponent. The referee slides down to the mat in front of Andrews watching to make sure he is still conscious and also trying to see if it is a legal choke hold. Seconds turn to minutes with the hold still applied.

DM: It’s may be only a matter of time now; it looks like Shane is just toying with him. I’m not sure if that’s wise, but that is what it looks like.

JB: Oh come on man, when’s the last time that this hold actually won a match for someone, like 1977?

DM: He isn’t using it as a finisher; it is just an effective technique to wear his opponent down.

Back in the ring Riddick has fought his way back to his feet and manages to break the hold with a back drop. Both men are down, but only for a moment as Shane hops back up. He walks over to Riddick who is slowly getting back to his feet and has made it to one knee. Kast sprints towards him before he stands and hits him with a running enziguri. Riddick falls right back down to the mat and cast starts to play to the crowd by flexing his muscles. Once he is done with that, he drags the fallen Andrews over close to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Riddick still motionless, Kast starts to do hand signals to pump the crowd up. When they reach the volume level he likes leaps off the turnbuckle and attempts to land the six thirty, Andrews however rolls out of the way and Kast hits the mat hard.

DM: I hope he sees what all that taunting got him; it very well might have cost him this match.

JB: It might not be smart, but when the crowd gets behind you that energy alone can help you win a match.

Both Shane and Riddick get to their feet at the same time, Shane is dazed as Riddick takes off running towards Shane and connects a rolling clothesline. Kast now on the mat gets helped back to his feet and the second he is standing gets a kick to the gut which doubles him over. Riddick then jumps up in the air and sends him back down to the mat with a Rocker Dropper, he hooks the leg 1………2………..3.

JB: Shane Kast just barely kicked out, that was a count of two and a half.

DM: It’s all because he didn’t stay on the offensive when he had the upper hand.

Still focused and composed, Riddick picks Shane up and hooks the arm sending him back down to the mat with a tiger bomb. Not trying to capitalize on that move he helps him to his feet yet again and Irish whips him into the corner. Once he gets over to him he picks him up and sits Kast on the top turnbuckle, Kast is still dazed so he is not fighting this off a bit. Riddick then from the ground wraps his arm around the head of Kast and drops him to the mat with a DDT. Kast is straight up and down when he hits and the impact from that move has him lying motionless. Riddick signals to the crowd that it’s over and makes the cover. 1………2………….3

DM: What great ring presence by Shane Kast, he managed to get his foot on the rope before the count of three.

Now starting to show signs of frustration, Riddick drags Kast to the center of the ring and positions him for his signature jumping piledriver. Kast is to dazed to counter and he hits the mat yet again. Riddick then positions Kast for and executes the Riddickule. Smiling from ear to ear he makes the cover. 1……….2……………..3

DM: Somehow Kast got a shoulder up; he just kicked out of his opponents strongest move!

JB: That is the sign of a great wrestler, when your able to take all that your opponent is able to hand out and still don’t stay down you are going to be in the hall of fame one day.

Riddick makes a dead sprint towards the ref and begins arguing with him. The ref tells him that it was in fact just a two count and more frustrated than ever Riddick goes back on the attack. He picks Kast up from the mat and hits a devastating clothesline almost breaking Kast in half, but rather than stay down Kast jumps right back up to his feet. Confused but not to the point where he is lost, Riddick runs at Kast and hits a running enziguri sending him back to the mat again. Once again Kast gets right back up to his feet. Riddick runs at him trying another clothesline but it is countered by a hurricanrana. Riddick immediately gets back to his feet and the two now run at each other each landing a clothesline that sends them both to the mat. With both men down the ref starts the 10 count.

DM: How was Kast able to get up from those moves, it is almost like they weren’t a bit painful, but we heard the impact so we know that they were.

JB: Kast is really impressing me here, he is showing me a lot more than I thought he was capable of.

The ref reaches the count of 8 as Kast gets to his feet and Irish whips Riddick into the corner. He runs at Andrews but is met with a big boot staggering him back but not sending him down. Riddick then tries to send Kast into the corner but the Irish whip is reversed. Kast follows it up by hitting Riddick with a clothesline that’s hard enough to daze him but not hard enough to send him to the mat. Shane then wraps his arms around the head of Andrews and places him in a sitting position on the top rope. Shane then begins to climb up with him landing a few punches on the way. Now that both men are on the top, they begin exchanging blows but Kast again gets the advantage and now both men are standing on the top rope. After a few more punches for good measures, Shane executes a super Kast-22 sending both men to the mat hard. Neither man is able to get up after the impact and the referee again begins the 10 count. 1……….2…………..3…………4

Crowd: Holy Shit, Holy Shit

DM: What a move, I am speechless, what about you Jesy?

JB: …………………………..

DM: My thoughts exactly.

Neither man has started to stir, so the count continues …5………..6………….7…………..8…………..9…………10

DM: It was a draw, this has to go down as one of the greatest matches in the history of PPW, but it was a draw. That’s got to take a little something away from it.

JB: How many times after a great match do you hear that neither man deserved to lose? Well in this match neither man did lose and it will still go down in the books as one of the greatest matches in history. I can see it being mentioned in the same breath as Tre Crawford vs Liana or James Spyder vs Colin Zale.

DM: Not too often Jesy, and you may be right about those comparisons. Both of these young men have incredible futures ahead of them in PPW.

As Donovan speaks, Control by Puddle of Mudd hits… The crowd goes wild as the Chairman of the Board makes his way out onto the rampway. He holds a mic in his hand. His eyes are focused on the ring as both Riddick and Kast slowly get to their feet.

QB: Bravo, Bravo… A fantastic match if ever I have seen one. So great in fact that I see big things in the future for the both of you… Television Champion Kast, formor Champion Riddick… In fact… I’m sure all of the fans agree that, well, we feel a little screwed by the outcome here tonight… Therefore, I’m going to shake things up a little as concerns the World Championship tournament…

The fans sit up to attention, the sound dulls to hear this announcement.

QB: Next week… The change is simple… You see, we saw the return of the first ever World Champion tonight… We saw, the return of Tre Crawford… We also saw Lightning get blasted with steel.. So next week, we shall see the 3rd of 4 matches to decide our contenders for our World Title… When we see Lightning, take on Tre Crawford! And, just for good measure… To shake things up a little… I think… Yeah, lets throw CJ Maxwell into the mix too!

The crowds go wild with anticipation…

QB: Although, that does leave me with a problem as concerns which one of you 2 in the ring should take on Harmony Taylor next week… Riddick… Or Shane? I had hoped you’d make the decision for me and one of you would win this match but… That just didn’t happen. So here’s my decision, seeing as Harmony is unable to be here tonight… It is my decision that in 2 weeks time, in the Main Event on Mutilation… We will have a No Count out, No Disqualification match that will see Shane Kast Vs Riddick Andrews II!

The crowd go wild with anticipation…

QB: Enjoy your week boys… It should be interesting…

DM: My god! The future of PPW going one on one again next week! I cannot believe it! On a side note. Speaking of futures, the future is now because we are up to our Main Events. We are up to the first two matches in the PPW World Title Tournament !!

JB: Even I’m excited about these two matches Donnie and I’m usually too high to be excited by anything.

DM: It’s hard not to be because this is huge and if that music is any hint we’re about to get underway !! Remember Jesy, Spyder’s Bloodsport Title is not up for contention in this match this is all about the World Title.