Mutilation Results
Live Wednesday 14th January 2004
from the Ice Palace, Tampa Bay, Florida
Pyro's explode, as the music hits! PPW slashes across the Pure Paintron! The crowds explode as another edition of PPW Mutilation gets set to begin! We join our commentators, Donovan Michaels and Jim "The Bomb" Grade at ringside! ~*Appologies about the segment involving Krazy Kris... The colours have gone wierd and I cant find out why!*~
DM: Welcome everyone to another fun-filled, action packed PPW Mutilation! I'm Donovan Michaels alongside my broadcast colleague, Jim Grande!
JG: That's right Michaels! I'm The Bomb, former 5 time Heavyweight Champion!
DM: Of what!?
JG: Let’s not go there...
As they speak, Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit hits!
DM: Hey! Straight off the bat, a return to PPW from the Co-Owner and President of PPW, Quentin Barnes!
JG: Oh great...
Barnes makes his way out onto the ramp and the crowd go wild! Looking less than his corporate usual, Barnes is wearing jeans and his old Dallas Cowboy's shirt from his wrestling days. His hands are taped up, looking like he's ready to go!
JG: The boss seems to have something on his mind, maybe a little fightin'?
DM: I sure hope not, that knee of his could pop at any minute! This may not be the smartest of moves!
The President of PPW, formerly the Wolf steps into the ring and salutes the crowd before turning to Ring Announcer and taking a Mic. As he tries to speak, the crowd get louder and louder!
QB: Thank you all for that rapturous Tampa Bay welcome!
The crowd cheer for the cheap pop...
QB: You may all like to know just why exactly I am stood in front of you guys in my wrestling gear tonight, well... I will address that shortly! First of all, I have a few announcements I wish to make...
DM: What's this all about Bomb?
JG: Sure, like he'd tell me...
QB: Last week, in this ring, we saw Draven damn near break Liana's neck... We saw a match that could have, by all accounts, ended that young ladies career... After conversations with her this week, she has made it clear that she does indeed wish to fight this week, side by side, with Krazy Kris. Therefore, I am not going to stop her... And as you all may, or may not know... I have also picked, a very special guest Tag Team partner for Tre Crawford in that match... You'd better go and meet him... COLIN ZALE!
The crowd buzz in anticipation of that match.
QB: Now, a match has been signed for the main event next week, here on PPW Mutilation. Live from the Phillip's Arena in Atlanta, Georgia... As decreed by CeO Johnny Dinucci, we will see Liana go one on one with Draven... Inside a steel cage.
A huge cheer, followed by a secondary boo in response to the possibility of Liana’s personal injury.
QB: Now, as has been made clear in the past, I am unable to change any matches made by Dinucci… That’s just not possible and as a 50/50 partner, its also unethical… I CAN, however, add to any match made if I feel it is beneficial… Which is why, also, next week on Mutilation… We will see Krazy Kris go one on one with Tre Crawford… The winner, will be the special referee in this match in which Pin Falls AND Submissions will be allowed!
The crowds explode in cheers! Ecstatic about the prospects for next week!
QB: Now… On to the reason that I stand here in front of you all with my wrestling gear. I’m sorry to disappoint you guys, but I will not be wrestling tonight…
Boos of disappointment ring around the arena…
QB: I will, however, be handing out one hell of an ass whoopin’!
Again, explosions as Barnes reveals just what is going down tonight!
QB: Dinucci, last week you made a BIG mistake… You made threats on my family, JUST so you could be in total control. Well this week, I plan on being in total control, why? Because you, my friend, are going to be lying in a hospital bed with doctors furiously trying to stop the blood gushing from your body… Trying to replace your fluids with that of others… You threaten my family and you are in for more pain than you ever thought possible… So get your ass out here, and be a man for once…
JG: Holy f…
DM: The President with some strong words that I don’t think anyone here expected!
Music hits that Barnes never expected, Made You Look by NAS hits as he looks up to the ramp. Tre Crawford steps out onto the rampway and looks down to the ring where Barnes is stood. The Perfect Weapon holds a microphone in one of his hands.
QB: What in the right royal hell do you want!?
TC: Mr Barnes, Wolf, Quentin, Mr. President, Boss… Whatever I should call you, I’ve just come out here to inform you that CEO Dinucci is not here yet… But I am! 2 weeks in a row you book me in bullshit matches, one week with 2 guys who don’t bother to show, and this week in a Tag Match with my enemy. Luckily for him, he decided to leave the company before the ass whipping I was going to offer.
The crowds boo Crawford constantly before starting a chant of “Perfect Ass… Perfect Ass… Perfect Ass…”
QB: Thank you…
The crowd all laugh together…
TC: You think this is a joke Barnes? You think this is a joke!? You should be kissing Dinucci’s ass. If he hadn’t given me that number 2 seeding for the tournament he has planned, then I was fixing to drive down to Texas and beat you to within an inch of your life!
QB: You could try it Tre… Hell, if you think your match this week sucks so much then why don’t you bring your ass down to the ring right now and “Beat me to within an inch of my life”?!
The crowd explode again…
TC: You know something… Maybe that’s not such a bad idea…
Crawford drops the Mic and starts his long walk to the ring!
DM: Woah… This could be bad for Barnes here tonight!
JG: With any luck…
Tre slides into the ring and runs at Barnes who ducks and starts firing right hands at the former PTIW Champion! The President looking like the old Wolf, nailing rights and lefts that send Crawford staggering back to the ropes… Barnes backs to for a clothesline, but a swift kick to the knee sends the Co-Owner crumbling to the ground!
DM: Oh my god… What a cheap shot!
JG: The guys got a glass knee and he’s in with the Perfect Weapon… What did you expect!?
Crawford Stomps on Barnes’ upper body and knee a few more times, before lifting him up and delivering The Silencer! The crowds boo more and more as Tre slowly goes to the outside of the ring and grabs a steal chair… Returning to the ring he lifts it high above his head, with the edge pointing down at Barnes’ knee…
DM: Look, Bomb, it’s Kris and Lia!
Tre Crawford drops the chair and leaves the ring, laughing, as Krazy Kris and Lia hit the ring… Leaving Barnes down and beaten as we cut to a commercial.
Match 1
Singles Match
Little Legs Vs Mercedes "Tia"
DM: “We’re going to kick this Mutilation off with a bang!”
JG: “And I thought we we’re starting the night out with a match…”
DM: “If you can hear me Mr. Barnes Sir…could we get rid of this Bomb guy…he’s a dud.”
JG: “Oh…that was terribly funny…wait…wait…I’m not done holding my sides yet…
DM: “OOOOH…I’m getting word from the back…”
Jim gets rather nervous…he looks around, then waits for Don to break the news…
DM: “Damn…your job is safe…”
Jim grins and goes back to his usually cocky self…
JG: “Of course it is…so what’s the news from the back?”
DM: “Since Mr. Dinucci liked the loser leaves the PPW match between Kingstone and Little-Legs last week, he wants another one of those matches tonight…and he wants it to be our opening match!” Ring Announcer: “LADIES AND GENTELMEN, BY ORDER OF CEO DINUcci, THIS MATCH IS NOW A LOSER LEAVES TOWN MATCH!”
The crowd responds enthusiastically.
JG: “Excellent call by Dinucci…although you have to wonder if he has it out for Little-Legs…
DM: “Yeah…two PPW career ending matches in two weeks…”
“I'm tired of being what you want me to be”… issues forth from the public announce system and Tia appears at the top of the ramp as Linkin Park’s Numb blasts throughout the arena. She pulls a pose before walking down at a medium pace while grinning at the crowd. She gets to the bottom of the ramp and rolls under the bottom rope, where she stands up and waves to her fans.
DM: “Wow…Mercedes “Tia” Kensington looks unaffected by the announcement…she looks ready to go!
JG: “She looks hot…that’s what she looks like!”
DM: “You think anything female is hot!”
JG: “Not true…okay…fine…you got me…”
Tia stands waiting at the entrance way…waiting for Little-Legs…the referee…not knowing what else to do, starts the 10 count…as he reaches eight, Little-Legs comes running out from the crowd and slams a steel chair into Tia’s back…he then tosses the chair out of the ring before the referee turns around.
DM: “That sneaky bastard!”
JG: “You have to admit, if you were in that situation, you would do the same thing…”
DM: “Grr….I guess you’re right…”
Little-Legs pins Tia.
Referee: “ONE…TWO…”
DM: “LEG ON THE ROPE!!!”
Little-Legs looks pissed…then smiles to himself and picks Tia up, body slamming her in the middle of the ring…he then goes up to the top rope and jumps off…
DM: “He could be going for the Little-sault!”
JG: “If he hits…it might just hurt a little!”
DM: “God I hate you!”
Little-Legs hits a picture perfect moonsault! Onto Tia’s knees!
DM: “Great defensive move there!”
Tia leaps to her feet, still looking a bit dazed after the chair shot…she stumbles to the ropes, and looks over, spying the chair… She slowly makes her way over to Little-Legs, who is clutching his ribs and places his head between her legs and underhooks both his arms. She lefts him up and, almost effortlessly, turns it into a back breaker. She then picks him up and pushes him, facing the crowd, toward the ropes opposite of the side of the ring with the chair… as he stumbles back, she smiles quickly then drops to her back and presses him up and over the ropes, with a simple but effective reverse monkey flip!
DM: “Wow! Tia’s really showing us something here…incredible leg strength!”
JG: “Yeah…and incredible legs! And also the fact that she likes it rough!”
DM: “Heh…wait…that was no ordinary move…she planned that move just right so Little-legs landed back first onto that steel chair he used earlier!”
Little-Legs lies on the outside, clutching his back as he peels himself off the steel chair. Tia rolls out of the ring and picks him up…then slams him back into the chair with a perfectly executed Side Russian Leg Sweep!
DM: “She’s focusing on his back!”
Little-Legs is again pulled up off the steel chair, but this time Tia just rolls him into the ring then hops up on the apron. She waits for him to stagger to his feet in the middle of the ring, then leaps up and, bouncing off the ropes with her feet, hits a devastating drop kick into Little-Legs back!
DM: “She calls that the MERC-FLASH!”
JG: “I’d call it painful…”
DM: “Can you think of nothing good to say?”
JG: “Its only the beginning of the show…lay off would ya?”
Tia signals to the fans that the end is near, then grabs Little-Legs…legs…and, without any resistance, rolls him over into a Boston Crab…and cranks it on, sitting on his back!
DM: “She calls that the VENGEANCE! Not a word Jim…”
JG: “I was just saying no wonder she was Paige might want to manage her…”
DM: “Wow…You actually made a good call…quite an impressive showing by Tia.”
The Referee checks Little-Legs…the arm goes up once…falls to the mat…twice…falls to the mat…third time…the arm waves in the air….then drops to the mat. The Referee calls for the bell!
WINNER BY SUMBISSION - TIA
From the PA system comes “Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye”
Security comes out to escort the now conscious Little-Legs from the ring…
JG: “DINUCCI GOT WHAT HE WANTED..AND WHAT A GREAT MATCH! STAY TUNED FOLKS, IT ONLY GETS BETTER!”
Cuts to commercial for Stacker 4: World’s Strongest Fat Builder with new ingredient, ARSENIC!
The camera shows up in Tre Crawfords locker room, upon entry Tre is sitting on his bench with his right boot in his right hand and a metal object about the size of the toe of his boot in his left. The camera focuses off of Tre for a second as Colin Zale is seen standing silently in the doorway. Now focusing back on Tre, he puts the object in his right boot and begins to lace it up. Zale is shown standing there now with his arms crossed at his chest with an expression that is a mixture of both amusement and disgust.
Zale begins to chuckles noticeably: “I see you're still up to the same old shit Tre. It's nice to see that some things remain ever predictable."
Tre has a look of anger come across his face. “Well suck me sideways its Colin Zale, I thought you were done with wrestling, what makes you think anything you say matters to me?”
Colin smirks at the petulant response and responds ""Suck me sideways." Nice turn of a phrase their Tre. It's nice to see that you haven't become a semi coherent ape since the last time we saw each other Tre...and I don't recall ever saying that my opinion mattered to you. For that matter yours is worth about as much as a bucket of urine to me. Oh, and drop the formality nonsense. You've known me for long enough to just call me "Colin", even if we're not friends.
Tre is now standing and walks over to Colin; he stands eye to eye with him making the people-watching think a fight is about to break out. Instead Tre extends his hand to Colin. “Your right Colin where are my manners, its always good to see an old foe.”
Colin's smirk widens into a grin and he takes Tre's hand, giving it a solid shake but not responding immediately. After a few seconds he lets go of Tre's hand and just stands there silently.
Tre, still standing nose to nose with Colin replies “Don’t worry this boot isn’t meant for you, I have bigger fish to fry tonight!”
Colin nods his head before folding his arms across his chest and adjusting his position against the doorjamb. He looks at Tre for a few seconds before responding. "That's fine, just be sure you know where that thing is heading before you use it. I'd hate to inadvertently end up on the receiving end."
Tre lets out a loud chuckle as he heads back over to his bench, he sits down and looks up at Colin and states, “You know me better than that man, if it hit you with this, it wouldn’t be inadvertent!”
Colin nods his head. "I figured as much, but I figured that an outright threat to you after so long would be a trifle impolite."
Tre still sitting in the same spot, “Speaking of being impolite, are you going to make me guess what the occasion is for you being here?”
Colin stands silently for a second and steps into the room, leaning against the wall. "Nope, I figured we'd get to that eventually. Nice to see I was right."
Tre still staring Colin down, “You always were predictable Colin, let me guess you are here to get an autograph from me.” Tre reaches in his bag and takes out a sharpie and a photograph. “Now who do I make this out to?”
Colin laughs very noticeably at Tre but doesn't move on inch. When he finally answers his voice has an almost bored air to it. "Curb the ego Tre. I wouldn't use your autograph to wipe my ass, let alone anything else that might imply some degree of importance. If you want to waste the time and write it make it out without a name, I'm sure I can pawn it off on someone for three or four bucks at the local flea market."
That comment gets Tre up out of his seat, he glares towards Zale with a look of fire in his eyes, “Now you know good and damn well if you took this to a flea market I would at least get you a ten, and lets be honest you look like you need all the extra cash you can get!” “Now if you aren’t here for an autograph, and your not hear to pick a fight, then tell me what are you here for!”
Zale doesn't even flinch, or for that matter look at all impressed by Tre's reaction. If anything he looks totally bored by it. After a few seconds of just gazing indifferently at Crawford he finally yawns in his face and responds. "Are you done waving your cock in my face yet Tre ? Save it for someone who cares. The insult carries about as much importance to me as being told by Morgan Reah that he thinks I'm an overrated has been. Now, to forestall any further expressions of blatant testosterone yammering I'll answer your question." "That is if you can close that cavernous maw of yours and keep your ego in check for a few seconds.... Can you do that for me like a good boy?”
Tre takes a few steps back and leans against the cold brick walls of the room, “My ego has gotten me where I am today, now I happen to agree with the comments of Morgan, but I feel he was out of place by saying that to you.” “Now as for what brings you here tonight, honestly I could care less, but the fact that you are still standing there tells me your going to tell me anyway.”
"How perceptive of you. As far as Morgan goes the kid had talent but he had the same problem that you have...he thought way too much of himself. The difference is that unlike him Tre at least you didn't get where you were by porking management. As odd as it sounds you actually worked for it. That aside the fact that you think he was right really doesn't mean anything to me. You're just another goon with a chip on his shoulder and say they say; "You can stick a pig in a suit and it's still a pig". You and he both fit in that category. Now, as far as what I'm here for...whether you like it or not I've been assigned by Quentin to tag with you tonight. I'm sure this notion doesn't do much for you...it excites me about as much as sharing a room with a retarded and horny wolverine that hasn't eaten in a few months. That said I've been asked to work with you by Quentin and I'll do just that. Whether you like that or not is irrelevant".
Tre now has a smirk come over his face, “Now usually I don’t like the idea of tagging with people, especially people I don’t trust, but in this case I will put those feeling aside.” “I put them aside because I know that one day you were almost as good as I am, and I also know how sick and twisted you can be once you step into that ring. “ “You better just remember who it is your teaming with!”
Colin laughs and shakes his head in amusement. "How cute. You must have won a few congeniality pageants when you were growing up." He pauses for a second and just looks at Tre without a word. Finally he shakes his head and responds. "Think what you want about you and me talent wise. I already know that I'd have better luck teaching a cross eyed chip to be a marksman than I would expecting you to think with anything other than your lower brain. You're right that I can be one sick bastard and I actually enjoy hurting people...you can save the bravado though. I'm sure you'll need it eventually."
Tre places his hands together and starts twirling his thumbs, “Whoa easy there killer, I didn’t say you were an over ratted has been that was Reah, all I said is that I agreed with him.” “Now as for your talent, I compared you to, to me the Pinnacle of Perfection, and you treat it like an insult.” “Like I said before, remember who you are talking to! Not meaning this as a threat but you know me well enough to know that if you were some no talent never will be that I would never mention you in the same breath as myself, or even let you in my locker room for that matter!”
"Thanks Tre. I'll sleep better knowing that you think well of me. That and a buck twenty-five will get me a coffee at the local deli. If I may offer a suggestion to you...."
“I’m always open for suggestions!”
"Good to know. Don't worry, it's nothing too complicated. I wouldn't want to get us off too much on the wrong foot. Basically my advice is this...rummage around in your closet here and see if you can find a few pins. If you then stick one in each ear and perhaps in the center of your forehead. After a few seconds pull them out and allow all that air and ego to hiss it’s way out. It should make it easier to leave your "locker room". If not you might find that your head is too big to squeeze through the door and I don't feel like investing money on fifth wheel grease so that we can forcefully fit your ego through this door."
“As you said earlier, I am your partner whether you like it or not!” “Now I realize that you may have taken one or two to many chair shots to the head so I will say this to you so I am sure that you will comprehend it fully.” “I am who I am, and this will not be changed for one match no matter who my partner is.” “If you are having a hard time getting past my ego, that’s something you’re going to have to deal with not me!” “I expect to win, and I will win by any means necessary whether we work well together or not!”
"Nope, your ego isn’t a problem. I just find the mental image of you sticking needles into your head entertaining. I'm sure we can win as a team. We don't have to like each other in order to win, we just have to make the other two slobs bleed more than we do."
“I’m glad to hear that you would find that amusing, you want to know what I would find amusing?”
"Not particularly, but I'm sure you'll say it anyway because you like the sound of your own voice so much".
“You know its funny that you should say that, because I was in fact going to say it anyway.” “I would find it extremely amusing if you went out there tonight and put on one hell of a show for these fans whose opinions you value so much.” “Then when its over you shut that big mouth of yours and walk away, before I have to Silence you, and the fact that I have a loaded boot would be what makes that thought so amusing!”
"How nice of you to compliment me Tre. Maybe I'll send you a Christmas card next year for it. It's not likely, but you never know. Don't threaten me though because I've taken worse shots from a lot tougher than you and gotten right back up to perform alterations on their anatomy's immediately afterward."
“Now I have a problem with you saying that, because it wasn’t a threat, it was more like a warning!” “You aren’t the first person to say my finisher isn’t a potent move, then as I placed my boot under their chin, and they hit the ground with the same force as being blindsided by a Mac truck, they found out just how potent it can be!”
"I didn't say it wasn't potent Tre. Stop being oversensitive. I just politely pointed out that earned my reputation the hard way so it's going to take more than a loaded Superkick to take me out. "Threat"..."warning"...same shit. It's all semantics."
“I can do so much more than a loaded superkick, fortunately for you, you’re my partner tonight so just sit back and enjoy the show.” “I will tag you in when I need you, until then by all means just stand idle in our respective corner and take notes on the ways I can burn you!”
Zale looks unimpressed at the comments just made by Tre. The match is up next so the two reluctantly leave the locker room and begin to make their way to the entrance ramp.
Match 2
Tag Team Match
Liana & Krazy Kris Vs Tre Crawford & Colin Zale
DM: This is a much anticipated match here ladies and gentlemen, with the debut of the great Colin Zale! Also ladies and gentlemen, I've just been told that Johnny Dinucci has just arrived at the arena!
JG: Business is certainly gunna pick up now Michaels!
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 Titantron 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. The music continues, as do the lights as Colin Zale makes his way out. The Extreme Icon quickly moves towards the ring carrying his trusty Singapore Cane in his right hand. He smiles sickly as he rolls into the ring!
JG: Zale looks INSANE!
DM: I dont think ANYBODY is safe here!
Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne hits as Krazy Kris runs out onto the stage looking incredibly happy! He spins on the spot and turns back to the backstage and the music changes instantly! Hole - Celebrity Skin hits and Liana comes out onto the ramp! Kris grabs her hand and the 2 quickly head to the ring!
JG: What the hell does she see in him?
DM: He's not bald...
JG: What's wrong with Bald guys!?
DM: You can't trust a bald guy!
Lia and Kris enter the ring as Tre runs at them and gets a cheap start! Zale is moved to the outside by the referee! Tre attacks with a vigour not seen in a while taking Kris down with rights and sending him over the top rope to the floor! He begins to take his advantage of Lia!
DM: Cheap start by Crawford!
JG: Just how I like it!
DM: Wow! Great Full Nelson Slam by Tre!
He struts around the ring as Kris tries to get back into the ring! The referee holds onto him to keep him out as Tre winds up and nails a big boot with that loaded right foot! He taunts Kris and then even his own partner, Colin Zale!
JG: Pin her Tre! Body to Body…
DM: You are sick…
JG: Thanks…
DM: Isn’t she… like… too old for you?
JG: What!?
DM: 15 is around your age group aint it?
JG: HEY SHE NEVER TOLD… I mean… No! You sick freak!
Tre makes a lacklustre cover…
1… 2… NO! SHOULDER UP!
Tre whips her off the ropes and nails a Samoan Drop and then following up with a quick leg drop and another cover!
1… 2… NO! Shoulder up again!
He pulls her to her feet and sets up a High Impact DDT… Tre taunts the crowds again as Lia swings her knee up, catching Tre square in the captain nut nuts… She shakes out of the hold and locks him around the waist, quickly snapping into a Belly-To-Belly! Much to the shock of the fans… She drags herself over to tag in Kris… As she does, Tre tags in Zale who comes into the match and nails a couple of clotheslines, knocking Kris to his back!
DM: Zale looks good in his first match back!
JG: He always looks good…
DM: Are you a total pervert!?
JG: I’m gunna slap you in a second!
Zale looks at the fallen Kris, and then at the still faded Crawford! Zale tags in Crawford who looks bewildered! Kris gets to his feet and brings Crawford in the hard way! Kris explodes! With clothesline after clothesline knocking Crawford to the mat!
DM: Kris is on fire, whips Tre to the far side and sets for a back drop… Wait no, he’s held onto Tre’s legs… AND DROPS TO HIS KNEES! A FANTASTIC REVERSE PILEDRIVER!
1… 2… NO! Tre gets his shoulder up!
Kris continues his assault! With a DDT followed up by a Rocker Dropper on the recuperating Tre!
DM: Great work there from Krazy Kris!
JG: He’s dealing out some punishment!
Kris keeps Crawford down with a series of right hands to the face before smiling and looking up at Lia who is asking for the Tag… In old school style, Kris looks to each side of the audience while pointing at Lia…
DM: He’s trying to get a rise from the crowd!
JG: And it’s working…
Lia stands on the bottom rope and bounces up and down, trying to get the tag… Much to the delight of the fans… This catches Kris’s attention whose head starts moving up and down with Lia’s rhythm… Finally, BOOM!
DM: Ooooo… Shot to the head by Crawford…
JG: That must’ve hurt…
Both men are down on the ground… They both slowly make their way to the ropes… Tre is quicker to get to his feet and sets over towards Kris… he grabs the Krazy One by the hair before getting caught with an elbow to the stomach… Kris dives and makes the tag!
DM: LIA’S IN THE MATCH!
JG: Wooooo!
Liana heads Tre off with a series of right hands to the head… Knocking him back against the ropes, she gains some offence and nails an STO! Crawford holds his face as he staggers to his feet! Lia comes from the far side and gets a flying head scissors!
1… 2… NO! Tre gets his foot up!
Lia pulls him to his feet and swings for the punch! Crawford ducks and knees Lia in the stomach. He goes to the top rope in an attempt to nail a flying clothesline! Lia gets to her feet and cuts him off, knocking him to a seated position… his eyes roll back…
DM: Dear god…
JG: *High pitched voice* I felt that…
She climbs up and locks his head under her arm, she then wraps his arm over her shoulders and falls back nailing Wasted… A top rope suplex!
1… 2… NO! Crawford gets to his feet!
DM: Zale has hardly been involved here!
JG: You noticed that too!?
Lia tries to lock up with Lia as Crawford pokes her in the eyes! Kris goes psycho on the outside as he ref has to restrain him again! Crawford steps back… and sets up with that loaded boot… Zale, Singapore Cane in hand… steps through the ropes… He walks over and Grabs Lia around the throat with it to hold her up!
DM: Oh my god… This is just wrong!
JG: All’s fair in love and war!
Crawford starts to move across with the kick as Zale drops Lia! He swings the Cane like there is no tomorrow and slams it into his partners head! The crowd go wild and the referee turns around confused as Zale nails Crawford 2 more times!
DM: WHAT THE HELL!?
JG: THIS IS UNFAIR!!!
DM: All’s fair in…
JG: Shut up ass hole!
Zale turns and leaves the ring, slowly walking up the ramp! The referee stands in the ring looking confused as Kris climbs to the top rope and dives off with the Insane Pain! Lia gets to her feet, and climbs up herself… Diving off with the KSGS!
1… 2…3! Liana pins Crawford!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - LIANA AND KRAZY KRIS!
DM: What a victory for Lia and Kris!
JG: Dammit…
Crawford slowly turns rolls to his stomach and looks up the ramp to where Zale is stood… Side by side… with Quentin Barnes, hands interlocked in a handshake… As we fade to a commercial for Hopeless Haemorrhoids… The cream for the painless piles…
CEO Johnny Dinucci bursts into QB's office, in a rage... closely followed by 2 large police officers.
JD: What the hell is this!?
Barnes points at the cops...
QB: I could ask the same thing...
JD: I heard about your threat Barnes... This is a little protection! I'm talking about you bringing in Zale... You changing my match for Lia and Draven... Who in the hell do you think you are!?
QB: I'm the guy who was here on time to make these decisions... And FYI, after Mr. Crawford's attack, I'm not exactly in the shape for a fight...
JD: Please... These cops weren't to protect me from you... they were to protect you from me...
QB: Let's not get mixed up in technicalities... My decision stays, if I was you I'd find YOUR office, sit back and watch the rest of the show... We've got a few more matches to watch yet...
Dinucci snarls in Barnes' direction and heads out of the room followed by the cops as we head to ringside.
DM: Bomb, we've just spotted a very special guest in the audience!
JG: we sure have... The legendary Morgan Reah!
The camera's turn towards the former WsW Heavyweight Champion who waves to the crowds! We fade to a commercial for Quickie Nips for all your fake errect nipple needs...
Match 3
Debutants Singles Match
The Dark Lotus Vs Randy Lancett
Dark Lotus - "Taste of Blood" hits as Lotus walks into the arena with all the ights turned off. The only light is that from the stairway, the sky boxes and the dim spotlight on Lotus. Lotus walks to the ring and steps over the top rope, as he does this the ring fills with smoke.
DM: Here comes the Lotus! A highly intense individual... Wait... Look! In the ring Dark Lotus is attacked from behing by Lancett coming from the crowd! Randy starts punching DL with quick right and left punches, none of which seem to be having any effect on DL. With DL still standing strong, Randy bounces off the ropes and attempts a shoulder block to stagger DL, again to no avail, DL begins to get cocky because he now feels that Randy cant hurt him.
DM: Randy needs to come up with a new strategy here, he is just angering the big man.
JG: He needs to run, there is no way that Dark Lotus could catch him.
Back in the ring Randy attempts to another shoulder block, again Lotus is still standing tall. Randy has a confused expression come over his face as Lotus slaps the taste out of his mouth sending Randy to one knee. Randy quickly jumps back up to his feet only to be met with a knee to the stomach area sending him right back down on one knee.
JG: Now’s not the time to be proud Randy, run!
DM: Would you shut up, he isn’t just going to run away.
Randy gets back up to his feet, only to notice Lotus coming after him and attempting a big boot, Randy ducks and does a chop block sending Lotus down to one knee. One this giant is cut down to size, Randy bounces off the ropes and hits a dropkick sending Lotus to the mat. With Lotus still on the mat, Randy jumps out of the ring and grabs a chair from beside the broadcast table. He slides back in the ring just as Lotus gets back up. Randy hits him in the gut with the chair doubling him over, then he quickly tosses the chair to the mat and drops Lotus head first on the chair with a DDT. Randy goes for the cover 1…..2…Lotus pushes him off before the three count.
JG: Now should he run, I don’t think he can keep Lotus down.
DM: For the last time, he’s not going to run away, he was only one second away from picking up the win.
Randy is arguing with the official, as Lotus gets back up to his feet with the chair in hand. Randy turns around only to have the chair buckle on contact with his skull. Lotus now gets outside of the ring and begins to scurry around below it, pulling out two tables. Randy is slowly starting to get back to his feet as the tables and Lotus slide back into the ring. Lotus walks over to him giving him another knee to the stomach, following it up with a body press slam. Lotus then walks over to the tables and stacks them close to the turnbuckle.
JG: I told him to run, and I bet after Lotus does what he plans here he will wish he had listened to me.
DM: For the first time tonight I think I agree with you. This can’t be pretty.
Lotus picks Randy up by his neck and throws him into the corner, he then grabs him by the throat and hoists him up to the top turnbuckle. With the two tables lurking below, Randy senses its desperation time and begins to punch Lotus. The punches don’t seem to have much affect on Lotus, but he is forced to let go of Randys neck and is met with a missle dropkick sending him staggering backwards and knocking the tables over, one lands directly on top of him.
DM: Well that didn’t go as planned, now Randy is showing his heart.
JG: You call it heart, I call it stupidity.
DM: How is it stupidity when he is about to win this match?
The table is still laying over Lotus as Randy jumps back up to the top turnbuckle, he taunts for a split second and goes for the six star frog splash. Lotus sees this coming and rolls out of the way with Randy hitting nothing but air. With Randy just laying there now, Lotus goes up to the second turnbuckle and hits a knee drop. Lotus then goes for his first cover of the night. 1…….2…….Randy just gets a shoulder up before the count of three. Lotus covers again with the same result.
DM: How much can Randy have left, he had to raise up twice with 300 plus pounds laying on him.
JG: Very smart by Lotus, hr is using his size to his advantage.
Lotus picks Randy up by the throat again, he is looking for the Pits of hell, but Randy hits a low blow doubling Lotus over. Randy then bounces off the rope and hits a superkick sending Lotus crashing hard to the mat. With Lotus on the mat, Randy locks in the sharpshooter, you can see the pain in Lotus’s eyes as he begins to try to fight his way to the ropes.
DM: Just when you think Randy has nothing left, he surprises everyone and somehow manages to get the upperhand.
JG: I’ve tried to tell you this whole time, with his background in submission Randy is obviously the favorite.
Randy still has the hold locked in as Lotus is fighting the pain and managing to get closer to the ropes. Randy attempts to pull him back, but the weight of Lotus is to much to pull so he eventually grabs the bottom rope. The ref starts the five count, and on three Randy release the hold. One freed Lotus slides out of the ring and begins pacing back and forth favoring his legs. Randy takes a running go towards Lotus and flies over the ropes attempting a cross body. Lotus catches him, and rams Randy back first into the ring post. Randy is in obvious pain, as Lotus takes his head and bounces off the ring steps several times.
JG: Ouch, that will clear the sinuses!
DM: Lotus seems to be in full control now.
With Randy laying in a pool of his own blood by the ring steps, Lotus steps into the ring and grabs the two tables to set up on the outside. Once they are stacked he tosses Randy in the ring over the ropes. Then as Lotus enters the ring he irish whips Randy to the corner closest to the tables. Just to make sure Randy isn’t going to be able to fight out of this one, Lotus runs at him full speed and clotheslines him. Then Lotus grabs Randy by the throat and hoists him once again to the top turnbuckle, Lotus climbs up to the second and executes the Pits of hell (a chokeslam) through the stacked tables. Randys body just buckles on impact and he lay motionless on the floor. Lotus confidently walks to the outside and makes the cover 1……2……..before three Lotus pulls Randys head up.
DM: This is just disgusting, how much more does he want to hurt Lancett?
JG: He is obviously trying to send a message with Randy as his example.
Lotus puts Randy up over his shoulder and steps up on the announcers table, he signals to the crowd and drops him through the table with the Darkness (A tombstone piledriver). Lotus makes the cover……1……2…………………3.
DM: What a sick man this Lotus is, Randy didn’t deserve to be disrespected like that.
JG: Lotus just showed the world that he is not to be taken lightly, and that he is hear to strike fear in the hearts of all the PPW superstars.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PIN-FALL - THE DARK LOTUS
We fade out to a commerical for Mr. Pepper... Dr. Pepper's less educated brother...
Chris Collins, PPW on site interviewer extraordinaire, makes his way to Room 30 on the 11th Floor of the Wayne Enterprise Hotel at Midnight…
CC:: “This is Chris Collins reporting live from the Wayne Enterprise Hotel…Just a few hours ago, in the incredible triple threat main event of Mutiny, Krazy Kristopher, last…and as he reminded me thirty three times backstage, current WSW Champion and Spanish Midget Women’s Champion laid down in the middle of the ring for the femme fatale of the PPW, Liana. We all saw on national TV that she whispered something in his ear and he went down like a sack of bricks…I’m here, because, after spending 20 excruciating minutes with Kris’ partners in crime, Reg and Ernest, and giving them each a shiny nickel, I have found out that whatever Liana whispered to Kris will be happening tonight! Let’s see if I can get a glimpse of what is going on in there!
Collins knocks on the door…after several moments, Liana, clad in a simple robe opens the door…she’s rubbing her neck and wincing in pain, and looking gorgeous doing it. Collins’ mouth drops open for a few moments…Liana reaches over and gives the bottom of his jaw a slight tap to close it. Collins comes out of his daze and resumes his impromptu interview with Liana.
CC:: “I…I…I…heard that the reason Kris laid down for you was going to be revealed here…”
CC:: “Reg and Ernest.”
CC:: “No Ma’am…they were hiding from Ernest and Reg. Last I saw, they told Ernest and Reg that they were playing hide and go seek…and it was their turn to hide…so Ernest and Reg started counting and Paige and Dylan floored it out of there in a rental car.”
Liana chuckles to herself
KK: “I meant to that…”
Liana calls back out toward the bathroom as she sits on the bed, still touching and prodding her neck…
CC:: “How’s the neck?”
CC:: “So you and Kris are a couple now?”
Liana gives him a sly smile…
CC:: “You said he gave you a neck massage…”
CC:ompanied by a Chocolate Brownie Frappuccino would make the pain go away. He didn’t give me the neck massage…he gave me the Frappuccino…I’ve given myself the massage as you may have noticed…”
CC:: “Ah…I apologize for jumping to conclusions. So…what exactly did you do to make Kris, a main event star, lay down for you?”
L: “You okay?”
CC:: “Just wasn’t expecting to hear that…so you basically said he can do what ever he desires most with you tonight?”
CC:: “Highly enjoyable…night…with Kris?”
CC:: “I suppose…”
CC:: “So..um..Draven…yeah…you said you had words for him?”
KK: “I’m ready Liana…and who are you? Are you here for the fun and wild night too?”
Collins’ eyes light up and a huge smile appears on his face.
CC:: “Well, actually I was-“
KK: “Leave the camera…this should be a world televised event! It’s going to be so hot and steamy and unpredictable!”
KK: You haven’t heard moans of passions until you’ve faced me!
Chris Collins runs out the door! The scene shakes as the camera is placed in the corner of the room where it can catch all the action, and the cameraman runs out the door.
KK: “I suppose you’re right…let me put on some mood music…”
Good Charlotte’s “Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous” starts blearing throughout the room…Liana’s eyes widen noticeably and a big grin appears on her face…
KK: “Reg says the same thing…are you ready?”
KK: “ARE YOU REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEADY?”
KK: “Okay…just checking…”
The bathroom door flies open and Kris prances into the room in boxer shorts that says “Whitey Tighties cut off my Circulation!” and a rubber duck inner tube wrapped around his waist. He has a bag in his hands, but stops as he sees Liana and how she’s dressed…
KK: “Wow…you European chicks really have different rituals and attire for these kinds of things…”
KK: “Well…You said I could do whatever I possibly dreamed of doing to you? Didn’t you?”
Liana nods nervously.
Kris goes into the aging 50+ years old wrestling promo voice
KK: “You know something Sister! I hope you saw your Big’uns, ate your pistachios, and drank your Chocolate Brownie Frappuccino, cause I’m going to do to you what I’ve always dreamed of…I’m going to make you sweat, moan, and scream!
Liana smiles wickedly
KK: “I’m going to dominate you in a world class world televised game of Tiddlywinks! I’ve never been beating…I’m the head of NATO!”
Liana looks stunned at Kris…then recovers...slowly.
KK: “No…it’s the North American Tiddlywinks Organization!”
Liana shakes her head as Kris empties the contents of the bag on the end table at the foot of the bed…and they are indeed plastic tiddlywinks chips…
KK: “And beat!”
L: “Okay…let’s say you teach me this game…and I’ll play it twice…then you’ll have to do something I want to do…”
Kris thinks about it for a moment….
KK: “What would I have to do for you?”
Liana crawls across the bed seductively, leans over in front of Kris and whispers something into his ear…his eyes bulge out as she traces his bare chest with her fingertips..
KK: “Um…okay…but you have to promise something…”
KK: “Be gentle…”
Liana lets loose a sultry laugh then hits the camera and the picture goes to static…
DM: Well “Bomb”, how can the Main Event possibly follow that match?
JG: I have no idea Michaels, but it has to, so let’s go straight to our ring announcer…
Camera cuts from the announce table and concentrates on the PPW announcer, standing firmly in the centre of the ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the main event of the evening, the winner of which will be seeded 3rd in the upcoming PPW tournament at our first EVER Pay-Per-View, “Battle for Supremacy”. Now, introducing the participants…
“The Great American Nightmare” by Rob Zombie hits the PPW speakers, and Draven slowly emerges from behind the entrance curtain. He swaggers down to the ring with a slow, lazy stroll, clearly stating that he will make the viewers, and Jesy Blue wait for the start of this encounter.
JG: Look at him, Michaels…excellence personified, they don’t come much better than Draven!
DM: You’re entitled to your opinion, “Bomb”. Personally I think Draven is sick, he’s twisted, and at times rather satanic!
JG: Yeah…he’s great ain’t he!
DM: You got hit in the head too many times in your wrestling days, Jim…it’s affected your brain
JG: I’ll affect yours in a minute Donovan, just try me…
DM: Can we concentrate on the match, please? You’re “fave” star is makin’ his entrance and all you can do is threaten me!
JG: Right… shouts to Draven …SORRY DRAVEN!!!
Draven looks in the direction of the commentators, and gives a sadistic laugh. He slowly walks the steps and enters the ring, pacing it up and down, threatening to walk through the announcer unless he moves.
Announcer: And his opponent…from Sommerville, Massachusetts, weighing 201 lbs…JESY BLUE!!!
As always the crowd erupts as Jesy Blue appears. All the lights go out in the arena as a deep harmonized 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 “Victim of Hardstyle” by DJ Legacy begins and yellow, green and blue strobe lights begin flashing to the bassline. Jesy Blue comes out wearing green baggy UFO pants and a big furry hat carrying glowsticks, which he tosses into the crowd, and has a neon pacifier in his mouth.
The crowd start chants of “Draven sucks, Jesy rules”, though Draven looks at the fans as if to say “I don’t give a shit what you think”.
Main Event
Singles Match
Jesy Blue Vs Draven
The bell rings and both men stare at each other. Draven is talking at Jesy Blue, but they are out of earshot of the cameramen, and so cannot be heard.
DM: This should be an entertaining match to say the least, so much on the line for Jesy Blue and Draven tonight. One of them will be the number 3 seed in our PPW tournament to take place at February’s pay-per-view, Battle for Supremacy!
JG: Yeah yeah, and I think Draven’s gotta be careful tonight, Jesy Blue has flew up the ranks here in PPW and is apparently really impressing the owners - I hear he’s even impressing our C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci, and people like Jesy Blue don’t usually impress JD!
DM: What do you mean by “people like Jesy”?
JG: Y’know…the heroic baby faces, Johnny Dinucci likes people who would screw you over at any given second…
DM: Like you, you mean?
JG: Yeah, yeah like me Lets off a sick little laugh
Both men lock-up in the centre of the ring, using their upper-body strength to try and win the tie-up. Jesy gets the better off Draven and Irish Whips him in to the ropes on the right-hand-side of the ring, from camera-view.
DM: So here we go with Jesy getting’ the first chance to build some offensive, what will he do…?
Jesy Blue connects with an Armdrag, knocking Draven to the ground.
DM:…Armdrag! But Draven quickly back to his feet, and circling the ring, with that sick smile on his face!
Draven raises both hands in the air, offering Jesy a test of strength.
JG: Nah, I don’t think Jesy’ll take Draven up on his offer here, I think he suspects some foul-thinking from Draven.
DM: Maybe “Bomb”…
Jesy considers Draven’s offer, and look s to the crowd…they begin to chant his name again, and Jesy decides to go with them - he slowly raises his arms to meet with Draven’s.
Both men eventually lock hands, and start to push against each other, trying to gain some much-needed advantage in the early-goings of this match.
However, Draven quickly gets bored, and kicks Jesy in the stomach.
DM: Oh come on! Sneak shot by Draven!
JG: That’s the way to play the game, Michaels!
As Jesy Blue is folded over, Draven runs off the ropes and hits a Neckbreaker, knocking Jesy off his vertical base. Draven then picks Jesy back up and Irish Whips him in to the ropes. On the return, Draven delivers a Big Boot to the face of Jesy Blue.
JG: Wow! Did you hear that impact?!
DM: Well Jesy Blue is down on the canvas, but one thing that Draven will have to bear in mind is that Jesy Blue is very determined, and has proven on occasions that he will not give up, he will carry on fighting ‘til there is no more fight left to give.
Draven goes for an insulting early pin on Jesy, and as expected, a 1-count only.
Draven continues his assault though, and gets down on his knees and proceeds to strangle Jesy Blue, illegally, right in front of the referee’s eyes.
DM: C’mon, ref! That’s blatantly illegitimate!
JG: What?
DM: He’s chokin’ the life out him in from t of the referee’s eyes…
The referee forces Draven to break the hold, and so he does, reluctantly.
Draven then looks at the crowd, lapping up what he has just got away with, but the crowd simply curse him, and begin a chant of “ass-hole, ass-hole!”. Draven looks back at the crowd and shouts “Screw you!”.
DM: Jesy’s strugglin’ top get his breath back after that foul play from Draven
Draven again picks Jesy up, but as he’s doing so, Jesy Blue hits an elbow in to Dravens mid-rift, causing him to release the grip he has on Jesy. Blue follows it up with a second elbow, and a third...Draven’s grip is completely removed from Jesy.
DM: Jesy breaks free, and is gonna mount some attack now on the callous Draven!
Jesy hits a DDT on Draven, shooting him to the ground for the first time in quite some time in this contest. Jesy Blue then mounts the top turnbuckle, and crashes down on Draven with an Elbow Drop. He then goes for a pin fall…
1…2…kick-out by Draven after 2.
Jesy grabs Draven by his long, black hair, and delivers a punch between the eyes, causing Draven to reel on the spot. Jesy Blue then runs off the ropes…
DM: Hurricanrana! And a beauty!
Draven is down again - Jesy goes for another pin attempt.
1…2…kick-out by Draven again.
JG: C’mon Draven! Don’t let this mid-carder beat your ass up!
DM: Jesy’s no mid-carder, “Bomb”…the way he’s goin’, he’s a main-eventer, possibly even the first PPW World champion!
JG: We’ll see, Michaels…
Jesy picks Draven up again, and performs a Missile Dropkick, knocking Draven through the second rope, and on to the floor outside the ring.
JG: Here we go, this one’s spilled outside the ring, Donovan…
DM: Yeah, just make sure Draven stays away from underneath the ring, ref!
JG: Whay who’s under there?
DM: No-one, idiot, but Draven’s the kinda guy who wants to win at ANY cost, he may find a useful aide…
JG: Oh right…like who?
Jesy is to his feet first, and delivers a series of kicks to Draven’s chest, then picks Draven up and whips him in to the barriers surrounding the PPW ring.
DM: Ooo…that must’ve hurt Draven, did you hear the crack!
Draven slowly returns to his feet, and is tossed into the ring by Jesy Blue.
Jesy climbs the turnbuckle again, and attempts another Elbow Drop…Draven managed to move his body out of the way! Jesy writhes in agony on the mat!
JG: That’s it Draven! Capitalise, capitalise!
Draven slowly crawls towards Jesy’s bruised body, and attempts a pin…
1…2…
DM: No! Jesy got a shoulder up, right on the count of 3!
Draven clambers to his feet, and debates the decision with the referee. The referee holds up two fingers, indicating to Draven that the count of 3 was not finished.
Draven looks down at Jesy’s body and hurls abuse at him.
JG: That fall seem to hit Jesy Blue pretty badly, Michaels, he’s more hurt than any of us first expected!
DM: It certainly looks that way, Jim
Jesy tries to get back to his feet, but Draven counters his move with an elbow to the kidney region. Jeys flops to the ground again.
Draven leaves the ring and begins to look under it…and pulls out a table!!!
JG: Here we go, Michaels! It looks like Draven’s getting’ ready for the Chaotic Edge!!!
DM: Surely the referee will stop Draven from doin’ this!
The referee climbs out of the ring and tries to remove the table from Draven’s grasp, but Draven takes out the ref!
DM: Damn it! The referee’s out cold, and Draven has a table!
JG: Not good news for Jesy!
Draven slides the table in to the ring, and sets it up in the corner. He picks Jesy up and takes him to the corner where the table is located. Draven climbs the turnbuckle, and sets Jesy up for a Brain Breaker…
JG: HE GOT IT!!! CHAOTIC EDGE THROUGH A TABLE!!! IT’S OVER, IT’S OVER!!!
DM: Not without a referee! Draven’ll pay the price for knockin’ him unconscious!
But to everybody’s surprise, Draven doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he picks Jesy up, and again climbs the ropes.
JG: He’s goin’ up again, Michaels, what this time?
JUDGMENT DAY!!!
Draven smashes Jesy Blue’s body to the ground with a top-rope Tombstone!
DM: Jesy Blue has been broken in half by the impact of that Judgment Day!!! That’s gotta be it, you could count to 20 before Jesy got up!
Draven laughs at Jesy Blue, and then climbs out of the ring to revive the referee.
The referee awakens, and is tossed inside the PPW ring.
JG: The ref’s up…it’s time to be 3rd seed Draven!
Draven covers Jesy…
1…..2…..Jesy’s foot is on the ropes!
JG: What happened?! Why’d he stop the count?! The match is over, Draven’s number 3 seed, woo-hoo!!!
DM: No he’s not, Jesy managed to get his foot on to the rope! The match WILL continue!!!
Draven falls to the ground in utter disbelief…he hit Jesy Blue with TWO of his finishing moves, and Jesy didn’t kick out, but managed to salvage his match!
Draven picks Jesy up, and goes for an Irish Whip. On the rebound, Draven raises his huge boot to Jesy’s face, but Jesy ducks it, and hits a Spinning Wheel Kick on the counter!
DM: HOLY GOD! How did Jesy Blue manage that? How did he stay on his feet? How did he GET to his feet?
JG: I’ve no clue, Michaels…
Jesy Blue crawls over to Draven and goes for a pin attempt…
1…2…kick-out!
JG: It’s still “game on” here Donovan, when will it end?
Jesy Blue kicks Draven in the stomach, doubling him over. He then runs off the ropes behind Draven and then jumps over him on the return with a forward flip, double-underhooking his arms as he goes. He lands in a sitting position, and executes the Pacifier.
DM: PACIFIER, JESY HIT THE PACIFIER!!! NOW IT’S OVER!
Jesy goes for the pin attempt on Draven…
1…2…3!!!
DM: He got it, Jesy got the pin fall! Ah what a match! Entertaining isn’t the word! Jesy Blue has defeated Draven, and Jesy will now be seeded 3rd in the Battle for Supremacy tournament!
As Jesy Blue is celebrating, “Eat You Alive” by Limp Bizkit hits, and PPW co-owner Johnny Dinucci strolls out to the rampway.
JD: STOP! Hang on, Jesy you haven’t won the God-damned match!
The crowd boo Dinucci, the chants of “ass-hole” ring out again, this time louder than for Draven.
JD: You may have got the 3-count, but you didn’t get the win. You see, whilst I was walking around in the back earlier tonight, I happened to eavesdrop on some of the other superstars’ conversations, and it seems we have a DRUG ABUSER amongst us…oh yeah, it’s YOU Jesy Blue!!!
Jesy Blue looks at Dinucci with pure hatred.
JD: Now, as you know we here at Pure Pain Wrestling don’t tolerate drug-use of any kind. So seeing as though Barnes is an ass-hole and chose to ignore this fact, it leaves me with the next job…Jesy Blue, you are suspended indefinitely until we at PPW can investigate the drug abuse suggestions you give us. Therefore the REAL winner of tonight’s match, the one and only, give it up ladies and gentlemen for DRAVEN!!!
The crowd boo and jeer Draven, and Johnny Dinucci for making such a drastic and controversial decision.
WINNER OF THE MATCH - Draven
(Jesy Blue is suspended indefinitely until the “drugs” allegations are investigated thoroughly by police and PPW officials and staff. A statement shall be made before the card is announced on Thursday evening)
JG: What a night, Michaels, and what a main event, I can’t believe tonight’s decision, Draven is goin’ to Battle for Supremacy as the number 3 seed!
DM: Yeah, unjustly!!! Well until next week, it’s goodnight from me, Donovan Michaels…
JG: …and me, Jim “The Bomb” Grande…
DM: …who knows what the repercussions will be next week, stay tuned to TNN next Wednesday to find out!!!
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