WEDNESDAY,
JULY 14, 2004 Superstar by Saliva hits as PPW Mutilation begins once again! Pyro explodes as Mutilation begins... He was probably watching porn... DM: Welcome everyone to the latest show of PPW Mutilation! I'm Donovan Michaels here with Jim "The Bomb" Grande! JG: That's right assholes, I'm here... What a great night of action we have here! DM: We certainly do bomb, all culminating with the PPW Title match between Verafai Omega and The Dark Lotus! Control by Limp Bizkit hits before Grande can say anything else, and the fans go wild. President Barnes makes his way out onto the ramp, wearing jeans and a denim jacket covering a sweatshirt. The jacket is fastened half way up. He removes his sunglasses and saunters to the ring in an untypical fasion... He slides under the bottom rope and gets to his feet. QB: Ladies and gentlemen... Welcome to Mutilation... The crowds pop President Barnes. QB: First things first.. I have a few announcements tonight... Ya know, in the past 2 weeks looking at comments on the internet about PPW I've heard the same rumblings all of the time... "Have you noticed PPW Has no tag team Division" "PW has Tag Team Champions who never defend" "I never see any Tag Matches on Mutilation..." That's all I've seemed to hear! Well... We're gunna do something about that! The crowd pops again. QB: So basically, after consultation with the board, I take it upon myself... By the power vested in me as President of PPW... I hearby strip the team of Liana and Tittiana of the Tag Team Titles... Uncharacteristacally, the crowds boo... Barnes kind've... shakes his head, before the look on his face changes... QB: Do not dismay people, because we plan on beginning the PPW Tag Team Division from Scratch... Currently, we have just Inflikton, therefore we will give each and every member of PPW just 2 short weeks to send their Tag Teams to the PPW Front Office... Any remaining members will be paired up using the lethal lottery system... A Tag Team Title Tournement will begin, 1 week after Aftermath... This tournement will crown the new PPW Tag Team Champions! Now... The next thing on my agenda... Barnes then slowly begins to undo his jacket, slowly revealing the PPW All State Championship! QB: Ahhh... Finally... A title around my waist... The crowds laugh... QB: Now... This title has been vacent slightly longer than we would have hoped since PPW's last champion held it... Krazy Kris vacated this title on his departure from PPW and as of yet we've been unable to find a way to crown a Champion... Untill Now... A buzz of anticipation begins to hum around the arena. QB: There will be 3 men competing for this title at Aftermath... And 2of them have already been decided... First of all, PPW's longest serving individual... His place in this match has not been awarded just for his in ring ability, but for his loyalty to the company... Jesy Blue! The crowds pop for Jesy, a huge fan favourite! QB: Second of all, a man who has been injured for a long time. A man who has been a great superstar... A man who is the only remaining former PPW All State Champion in this company... Sledgehammer... A boo begins for the Former PPW All State Champion. QB: The final place in what will be the first ever PPW Triple Threat Ladder match for the All State title, will be decided next week, when the winner of Adz Vs DGNR8 will take on the man who does not get pinned in the Triple Threat match later tonight between David Cullen, Muerte and Spencer Lexus! More pops as Barnes continues to talk about the events of the evening. As Barnes agoes to put the mic down and leave the ring, alimo pulls up with the number plate “J P1R0” and stops just in front of the camera shot on the Purepaintron. DM: JIM!! Could this be Johnny Pyro?! Back from his injury and assault?! JG: Now now Don, we don’t even know if he was assaulted! DM: Oh come on Jim, you know as well as I do that somebody in this federation was scared and jealous of the rise and success Pyro had in PPW JG: That’s a heinous thing to state, Don DM: Well I’ll guess we’ll find out if that’s Johnny later tonight. Barnes rubs his jaw before quickly leaving the ring and heading backstage. Opening
Match The lights go out and begin to flash multicoloured. 'Bring me to Life' hits and Adz slowly walks out, sauntering to the ring. The fans cheer... DM: We now await the arival of DGNR8! The lights go out as "Sober" by Tool begins to play. There's an explosion on the ramp and the ramp fills with fog as the lights flash and DGNR8 steps out of the fog wearing a black trenchcoat. DGNR8 stands outside the fog and looks at the crowd. He walks down the ramp and he slides into the ring and he jumps on a turnbuckle and raises his arm and acknlowledges the fans by holding up the "Devil Horns" sign. He then jumps on another turnbuckle and does the same. As he does, he's interupted by a voice. JD: Ok Ok Ok, hold up here. I'm not having a one on one match tonight; we had a special five way match planned… But that got scrapped, so you two make the most of your surroundings. That's right; the match is now officially deemed HARDCORE RULES! JG: Can he do that?! DM: It looks that way Jim! Look at DGNR8 go for an advantage early on! Upon hearing Dinnuci's announcement, DGNR8 headed to the outside and grabbed a steel chair. DGNR8 slides into the ring as Adz turns around and ducks a chair swing. As DGNR8 turns around, Adz dropkicks him and flexes his manly muscles for the crowd to one female cheer. DM: Is that… IS THAT HIS MOTHER IN THE CROWD?! JG: Never mind that, Don, IS THAT ZAK HACKETT OFFERING HER MONEY?! Inside the ring, Adz looks angry at Zak's 'proposal' to his Mother, and turns around and walks right into a spinkick from DGNR8, nearly taking Adz's head off. Adz hits the mat holding the back of his head and neck area as DGNR8 yells at the crowd, who in turn, yell back at him. DM: Fantastic spin kick from DGNR8, there JG: I'm a little concerned… Adz looks injured… DM: He DOES have a history of bad neck injuries, Jim, this could be the perfect opportunity for DGNR8 JG: Damn right it is… BREAK HIS NECK DGNR8 slides out of the ring and rummages under the apron. He pulls out a table and a trash can full of all sorts. He slides the table in and carefully brings the garbage can of crap in with him. He tips the garbage can upside down and tips everything out. Sticks, a road sign, and a bag of mouldy oranges fall out. DGNR8 smiles as he picks up a road sign and notices Adz is on his feet. DGNR8 charges at Adz, but Adz drop toe holds DGNR8, slamming his head into the road sign. Adz looks down at the weapons and picks up the most dangerous one he could see… JG: Sticks, pieces of metal… And Adz picks up the bag of freaking oranges… Adz swings the bag around, taunting DGNR8 to get up. As DGNR8 gets to his feet, Adz nails him mercilessly in the ribs with the oranges. DGNR8 goes to hold his ribs in pain then looks up at Adz slightly confused. Adz stands there; intense as DGNR8 notices he's holding a bag of oranges and laughs slightly. Adz swears at DGNR8 and goes for a right hook, but DGNR8 dodges it and drills Adz onto the road sign with a full nelson slam. He hooks the leg and goes for a pin 1… 2… kick out DM: Our first pin fall of the match, and an easy kick out in the end JG: Adz looks to be in some serious pain with his neck, Don DGNR8 picks Adz up, but drills him back down with a vicious DDT onto the trash can, flattening the can!! The crowd cheer for the high impact move, as Adz screams in sheer agony, holding the back of his neck. DGNR8 seizes the opportunity and sets the table up. DGNR8 picks Adz up, who isn't even trying to fight back as DGNR8 hits the DGNR8R (Standing Tornado DDT) culminating with Adz and himself going through the table, Adz head first. DGNR8 quickly hooks both legs 1…2…3!! WINNER OF THE MATCH VIA PINFALL - DGNR8 DM: Well, DGNR8 with an impressive victory,! Wait... No way come on! DGNR8 grabs a steel chair and sets it up in the ring. Adz staggers back to his feet as DGNR8, surely trying to make a point, nails a Spinning DDT called the DGNR9R Donovan Michaels is cut off by surprise as the lights go down JG: The Hell? The lights come back up and standing in between DGNR8 and Adz is a large black man, seemingly of African culture guessing from his clothes. He stares menacingly at DGNR8, who backs off pretty quickly and heads up the ramp DM: Who the Hell is that?! JG: I've no idea, but look at him… He's fricken huge!! Adz is out cold on the ground in pain after the attack by DGNR8 as we fade to commercial. DM: Well, there’s that Limo again… And the door’s opening!! The door opens, and sure enough, PPW superstar, Johnny Pyro steps out of the limo, albeit with a grimace of pain. Johnny stands up straight, and we notice he has a neck brace on. He smiles as he breathes in deeply, and takes his sunglasses off revealing a fading black eye and a slightly bloodshot right eye. He hooks the sunglasses onto the top of his T-Shirt and heads towards the inside of the arena. DM: Welcome back, wrestling fans! Mutililation is back after that short backstage interuption- JG: *yawn* Are you talking? DM: Yes, but it's not out of my ass, so that could explain why you're so confused. JG: Touché. DM: Hold up, getting word of something happening in the backstage area. JG: Have you noticed that nothing interesting happens out here? DM: … What about matches? JG: Erm… let's get to the back! We flip to see a dark, shadowed section of the backstage area. Something rustles in the background, as something dark green starts to appear in the foreground. The camera zooms in… to reveal a t-shirt with glow in the dark green letters, spelling out… The Onlooker. A small chuckle can be heard followed by a few chosen words. O: I see everything. And I know. And the fire will be rekindled. And he WILL be Vindicated. JG: … What the hell? Fade back to the announcers. MATCH
2 DM: Folks its time to lock up the women
and children, because up next to hardcore style wrestlers
go head to head! DM: And it looks as if the referee has signalled for a no contest... MATCH ENDS IN A NO CONTEST EMT's srpint to Ringside as the referee calls for the bell... The match ends as a no contest! We slowly fade to commercial. "Fire" by Alice Cooper plays as the crowd get to their feet in anticipation for Johnny Pyro's return to a PPW arena. Fire shoots up from the ramp as Pyro makes his way out, arms outstretched and slowly turns on the spot, taking in the cheering of the fans. Pyro finally goes up the steps and gingerly into the ring and takes the mic. JP: Thank you so much for that standing ovation, it truly took my breath away!! The crowd cheer loudly for Pyro, who can't help but smile JP: As some of you know, I was attacked, and put out of action for what was known as an 'undisclosed period of time' The crowd boo at Pyro being out of action, but Pyro raises his hand, trying to silence the crowd somewhat with a slight smirk JP: And my Doctor told me that I shouldn't return until Mid-August… Pyro puts his head down as the crowd boo loudly, with some portions of the crowd chanting 'Bullshit'. That is, until, Pyro lifts his head back up, showing his perfect smile JP: SO I GOT A SECOND OPINION!! NEXT WEEK!! HERE ON MUTILATION!! I'M COMING BACK BABY!! The crowd explodes as Pyro rips his neck brace off and throws it into the crowd, pumping them up. DM: JIM!! DID YOU HEAR THAT?! JG: Yeah yeah, big whoop, why does this guy have air time? JP: Of course, the main thing on my agenda is the following… Finding the culprit… The low down, dirty son of a bitch, who attacked me and injured me for a couple of weeks. All I know was it was from behind, and a blunt object was used. But rest assured, I'll find you… And I'll get my pure retribution upon you. Come Hell or High Water… I'm going to beat seven shades of merciless shit out of you… And if you think I've lit a fire under the asses of Lotus and Wolf before… That's nothing… I'm going to fawking burn you so bad… Pyro drops the mic as he hops out of the ring. DM: Some big talk by Johnny Pyro Jim, but can he back it up!? We head to commercial. MATCH 3 JG: Three way action! Not the best kind, in my book, but let's get it started anyway! The lights in the arena begin to flicker on and off. After a couple of seconds the lights dim and darkness fills the arena. Then with an explosion at the top of the ramp, a green mist fog rolls into the arena and as the opening chords of "Bodies" by Drowning Pool ring out. Muerte stands at the top of the ramp way, and slowly meanders down to the ring. He walks up the ring steps and enters via the middle rope. JG: This guy has a promising future here, Michaels… While the quiet female voice sings, the arena goes black in the darkness. Then as her voice stops and the guitar kicks in red lights begin to flicker and parts the darkness for a few brief seconds at a time, and the silhouette of a man can be seen against the background screen. When the lead singer then begins, the red lights get stronger and the man begins to walk down to the ring, with red and white pyros shooting upwards towards the arena roof. The man then gets onto the outside of the arena and Spencer Lexus hops over the ropes. He then stands on the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the fans cheering him, then the music cuts off and Lexus waits in the ring for David Cullen. JG: That entrance just don't seem right without the 2 of them… The arena goes deathly quiet and dark as a dramatic, almost divine tone fills the arena. After about fifteen seconds the sound is replaced by a low bass line that continues for about another twenty seconds until the drums and guitar line start, slowly at first and then slowly gaining in speed. This continues until the 1:15 mark when the main guitar line starts, accompanying the drums and the beginning of the video package. As the guitar slowly speeds up it hits its final slow note to a shot of Cullen drilling someone with "The Hangover" and the phrase "Understand This" comes across the screen right after it. With each chord ending it shows Cullen hitting a move on someone. At the 1:44 mark the lyrics start and Cullen walks out from behind the curtain, glaring out over the crowd and slowly raising his hands over his head and pointing with his pointer fingers down towards his shirt. On the front of his sleeveless, white t-shirt it shows an Irish flag and above it in large, block red and green letters it says "Dirk Hammer". Below the flag it reads; "1969-1997". Cullen stands pointing at it for a few seconds before dropping his arms and walking, almost stalking, down the ramp. As he gets to the end of the ramp he stops again and glares up at the ring before slowly, almost reverently, pulling his shirt off, folding it up and touching his forehead to it. He lowers the shirt and hands it to the timekeeper and then walks up, hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring. DM: All three in the ring already, it's Muerte, David Cullen, and Spencer Lexus! The three competitors stare at each other for a moment, then Cullen steps up to Lexus and the two rivals begin a verbal warfare. Muerte stays out of it for awhile but the eagerness gets the better of him and he charges like a runaway freight train and takes down both his opponents with each arm. DM: Impressive- JG: No time to even stutter- Lexus springs back up almost immediately, but runs right into a Full Nelson Suplex. Cullen's fate isn't much better; Muerte hoists him straight up in the air and hangs him out to dry throat first over the top rope. Cullen's face makes a gagging motion as Muerte turns him around and gets him in a standing side kick. He glances at the crowd before he lifts his body up off the mat, then he drives him to the mat with a devastating Death Valley Driver… One… Two...Cullen claps his legs around Muerte's head, breaking it up. DM: Wow, close near fall already? As Muerte is hauling up Cullen, Lexus stuns him with a dropkick to the back of the head. Muerte stumbles forward and lands over the middle ropes. Lexus charges in and nails him with a 619 in the face, flipping him backwards. Cullen is back up and approaches Lexus, the two rivals exchange blows back and forth, each man looking to gain the advantage. JG: Kick his ass! DM: Which one? JG: I don't care! Cullen then drives a knee into Lexus's midsection, bringing an end to the flying fists and gaining control. Cullen front facelocks his opponent, lifting his arm over his own shoulders in preparation for a Suplex. He grabs Lexus's tights and elevates him into the air, stalling for a moment. Muerte is up and he intervenes by stepping in and wrapping his arm around Cullen's head, at the same time intertwining legs with him. Muerte throws his body weight back, executing a Russian leg sweep on Cullen, and the force drives Lexus down in a vertical suplex. With his opponents down, Muerte walks over to Lexus and turns him over so he is face down on the canvas. Muerte moves to one side of Lexus's body. Muerte reaches around Lexus's head and pulls his arm across Lexus's face. Muerte locks his hands together and pulls back, applying pressure on Lexus's neck. Fortunately for Lexus, within seconds, the hold is broken by some stomps courtesy of Cullen. Cullen hammers away at Muerte's head, as he struggles to get up, getting in some shots on Cullen's midsection. Cullen attempts an Irish whip, Muerte reverses it, sending Cullen to the ropes instead, Muerte bends over in preparation for a back body drop. However, Cullen sees it comes and he leaps over Muerte, waistlocking him on the way down and bringing his shoulders to the mat with a sunset flip… One… JG: If this ends with a sunset flip this early, I'm gonna- Muerte quickly breaks free, and stands up and nails Cullen with a stiff holding lariat. Muerte pulls Cullen up and charges him shoulder first straight into the ring post. A resounding thud echoes throughout the Corel Center! DM: OW! You were saying, Grande? JG: (quickly) Nothing, nothing… Cullen is in agony, holding his left shoulder. He slumps through the ropes and falls to the outside. Muerte turns his attention towards Lexus, but Lexus was ready and catches him with an overhead belly to belly suplex. However, it hardly fazes Muerte as he is back on his feet almost immediately. Muerte hurries towards his opponent, Lexus executes a drop toe hold. Then he rapidly bounces against the ropes and catches him with a dropkick to the face while Muerte is on all fours. Muerte rolls over and attempts to get up again. JG: Dammit, one of them should keep going after Cullen's shoulder grr… DM: I apologize folks, Jim has been frustrated lately- JG: You said you'd keep that a secret! DM: … Lexus double-leg takedowns Muerte, he holds on to his legs and flips forward pinning him… One… Tw…Muerte kicks out and is quick on his feet again. Lexus swings a right, which Muerte ducks and hoists Lexus across his shoulders in one fluid motion. Muerte executes an airplane spin, but Lexus slips from his grip and counters with a tornado DDT that plants Muerte close to a corner. Lexus's eyes light up as he immediately heads up the turnbuckle. DM: High impact move on the way! Lexus reaches the top and raises his arms in the air. He launches off, attempting a diving elbow when Muerte rolls out of the way! Through the flip however, Lexus sees Muerte roll and follows managing to land on his feet! He quickly drops to one knee, placing his hand on the mat to steady himself. But Muerte catches him with a crushing T-Bone Suplex. Lexus is on his side, holding his back and ribs. Muerte drops a series of knees to further damage that area. Then he hauls him upright by a wrist and briefly applies an arm wringer before going for a short-arm clothesline. But Lexus ducks under it and continues running against the ropes. Muerte rushes in after him and catches him on the rebound with a high knee to the face. Lexus hits the deck but gets up again, Muerte reaches around his body and clamps on a bear hug. DM: I'm thinking it'll be academic with this move, he's gotta tap. Lexus tries to slip his hands between his body and Muerte's arms, but its damn near impossible with the solid grip that he has on him. It seems the energy is decreasing every second he remains in the hold and he knows it. He employs a different strategy, driving two quick elbows into Muerte's forehead, but he endures it and sustains the bear hug. Lexus claps his forearms around Muerte's head twice, disrupting his equilibrium, and liberating himself from the hold. Lexus bends down for a moment to catch his breath. Muerte recovers and walks up to Lexus where the two men trade some punches. Suddenly, Cullen is seen climbing up on the apron, the PPW fans give him a mixed reaction for continuing. Cullen grabs the top rope, tugs, and then leaps, using the rope as a springboard into a somersault cross body that knocks both Lexus and Muerte to the canvas. Lexus stays down, still feeling the effects of the bearhug; Muerte rises and Cullen executes a Jackhammer. JG: I TOLD YOU! Cullen hooks both legs… One… Two… JG: Damn, now he has to prove my point. But Lexus scurries over and double axe handles Cullen in the back of the head. Muerte rolls out of the ring to regroup. Lexus and Cullen rise and Cullen nails Lexus hard in the back of the neck with a standing dropkick. Cullen backs out for a second, grimacing as he holds his shoulder. Then he ducks underneath the top rope and heads out to the apron. He climbs with one foot on the second turnbuckle and one on the middle rope and grabs Lexus by his hair. He then pulls hard as he heads up to the top. Lexus begins showing some signs of life, grabbing at Cullen's hands and following him up to the first and then middle turnbuckle. Finally, with one foot up top on the piece between the turnbuckle and the post and the other foot on the second rope, Cullen grabs Lexus under the arms. He pulls him up to the top rope. Cullen hooks him in a ¾ face lock and steps up onto the top rope as well. The crowd grows quiet, a few people quickly rising to their feet as the two teeter on the top. Finally, Cullen leaps off, headed for the outside as Lexus remains inside, catching his neck across the top rope and collapsing to the mat in a heap. Cullen goes for the pin… One… Two… But Lexus gets a shoulder up! He struggles to get up, he is exhausted. Cullen open hand chops him across the chest 4 consecutive times, drawing out "Wwwooooos" from the crowd on each occasion. *slap* JG: Woooo! DM: Sumb- Lexus's chest is already turning a shade of red, he throws a punch, but Cullen blocks it and lands two more chops. He grabs him by an arm and Irish whips him, but Lexus reverses it as Muerte waits kneeling on the apron. He grabs the top rope and pulls it down, causing David Cullen to plummet to the outside. From the apron, Muerte drops a shooting star press onto Cullen, driving the air from out of him. Then he slides head first underneath the bottom rope, back into the ring. He locks up with Lexus as a great deal of commotion is going, Muerte gets Lexus in a side headlock and executes a headlock takedown. Lexus counters with a leg scissorslock and the ref checks in to see if he's not choking him. Muerte turns Lexus in a sitting position, trying to escape the hold. Lexus getting tired and he releases his opponent. Lexus looks at Cullen momentarily as they both breathe heavily. Lexus quickly slides to the outside, trying to hit Cullen with a punch, Blood blocks, but with the second tryout, Lexus nails him hard. Lexus then tries to slide into the ring, but Cullen grasps him by the ankles and slides him back out. Cullen grabs him by the head and slams him forehead first into the steel post. His head bounces back like a basketball. Cullen holds on to him and drives his knee into the same spot in the forehead. A small gash is now on his forehead and blood becomes visible. Cullen then rolls into the ring where Muerte stomps on his head. Muerte yanks him up, only to Sidewalk Slam him and float over for a cover… One… Two… Th..kickout! JG: SHOULDER! SHOOOOOOOOULDER! DM: I think he's recovered, Jim. JG: Bahumbug. Muerte leads Cullen to a corner and perches him on the top rope . Muerte climbs after him, trying to get him in a full-nelson position. JG: What the fu- But Cullen fights it off, smacking Muerte with a back elbow to the face and delivers a top rope leaping sit out spinning Brainbuster. Both men come crashing into the mat, Muerte obviously getting the much worse of it, but Cullen is fatigued and hurt as well. DM: God damn holy shit! JG: Well, at least now you can't be compared to some nerd with glasses. DM: I apologise Mom. JG: Never mind. Cullen crawls over to Muerte's body as the referee gets into position of a possible count. The fans in attendance watch attentively, split between the three worthy competitors. Cullen covers him… One… Two… Three…but Muerte just gets a shoulder up! Cullen covers his face with his hands, he knows how close it was. He takes a moment to gather himself before pulling Muerte back up. Cullen thinks of what to do for a moment, he gets Muerte up and executes a sit-out jaw breaker on him. Cullen quickly crawls over to Muerte for t he cover… One… Two… But Lexus comes out of nowhere and yanks Cullen away by the ankles. Lexus stands up, disoriented, with a stream of blood coming down from his forehead. Cullen slams his hand on the mat in frustration. He stands up but Lexus nails him with a famed superkick. JG: SH- DM: UT UP! The fans are on their feet, Lexus slowly moves over to Cullen and turns him on his back. He places his body over him… One… Two… Three…but Muerte drops a forearm over his face, breaking it up. Muerte grabs Lexus and hurls him over the top rope to the outside, then he quickly lifts Cullen, and hold him in a Dragon Sleeper. But it's takes no more than 5 seconds to Cullen to break the hold. Cullen then fights back against Muerte, and hits him with a DDT. By this time Lexus is back on his feet, and slides back into the ring. While Muerte is down, Cullen tries to gain an advantage over Lexus. He approaches the InfliKtion man, and hits him with the Hangover!!! DM: My GOD!!! What a Diamond Cutter! That has surely won Cullen the match-up right there! JG: I wouldn't be so sure, Michaels…. DM: What do you mean by that?! JG: LOOK!!! As the commentators speak, Muerte is standing over Cullen as he hits the Hangover on Spencer Lexus. As Cullen gets back to his feet after executing the move, Muerte picks up Cullen, and tosses him over the top ropes and to the floor. DM: Holy shit! Something as simple as a toss over the ropes could cost Cullen this match! This one's turned on a penny! JG: …WHAT?! Muerte then scrambles over to Spencer Lexus' fallen body, and the referee initiates the count… One… Two… Three!!! WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - MUERTE DM: It's over! Muerte wins! Muerte gets a title shot!!! JG: I cannot believe the cheek of Muerte to throw Cullen over the ropes…pure GENIUS!!! DM: What an impact Muerte is making on PPW…now he gets a shot at the PPW Bloodgames Title, at PPW Aftermath, against Myth!!! We fade to commercial leaving David Cullen in the ring looking pissed as Muerte escapes up the ramp looking pleased at his intellegence! We head backstage where Quentin barnes is purched on the edge of his desk. He's in conversation with another person. QB: I can assure you... I will let all be known as soon as it needs to be known. Johnny Pyro enters the view of the camera looking slightly pissed off... JP: I don't think you understand, I need to know now! QB: No, YOU do not understand... You see it's not in the interests of PPW for me to tell you who attacked you. Why? Because you going and reaping revenge would damage my Pay-Per-View! Pyro's anger turns to intrigue... JP: Whadya mean? QB: I mean that I will announce next week who attacked you. Not only will I announce who attacked you Johnny, but I will announce yet another block buster match for Aftermath on top of the All-State title match AND the match between Muerte and Myth for the Bloodgames Title... I will announce the match that sees you get your revenge in a match of your choosing but I will NOT reveal your attacker 1 minute earlier.. Suffice to say, I know who it is... JP: I don't appreciate you keeping this from me... But I do recognise a chance for revenge when I see it... You're on Quentin... I can wait a week... But you better come through with this... or it might be YOU I begin my revenge on... Pyro turns and leaves the office, leaving President barnes with a smile on his face. DM: Big match-up for you now folks, as Wolf prepares to take on Jesy Blue! JG: That stoner idiot Blue doesn't stand a chance against Wolf – he's the biggest guy we have here in PPW, there's no chance in hell that Jesy can stand toe-to-toe with this beast… DM: I wouldn't underestimate Jesy Blue, Bomb…he's been here a long time, and he knows how to handle himself…he's PPW's longest-serving superstar, and the poor guy's never had a title…which he thoroughly deserves! JG: Whatever, Michaels…you know I hate the guy, always have… DM: You seem to hate everyone except Tre damn Crawford and Verafai Omega…anyway folks, let's take you back to what these 2 guys had to say about each other this past week… The camera then fades away from Donovan Michaels and Jim Grande, and a PPW construction tape is aired, showing the promos shot by these 2 superstars last week. As Wolf and Gina Williams are shown rising from their chairs, the camera cuts back into Michaels and The Bomb. DM: Well it seems to me that, no matter how big and scary Wolf is, Jesy Blue is just content with doin' what he's always done, doin' drugs and bein' a ladies' man. JG: That damn weed-smokin' son-of-a-bitch…his ass should have been banned back in January/February when the REAL Johnny Dinucci was around…he had Blue all suspended until that manipulative ass wrench Quentin Barnes stuck his nose in where it wasn't needed… DM: You still ate up about the "new" Johnny Dinucci?!?! Bomb he's done the right thing, for himself, the wrestlers, the fans, the whole company! JG: Yeah well it ain't the JD I've always known, I can't talk to this guy any more. He ain't my brother no more, he's just a schmuck like Barnes… DM: Easy Don Grande… MATCH 4 DM: Ok we're just about ready here, let's go down to ringside! A 5 second countdown appears on the PurePainTron. Then the lights go out for a second, and come back on as "Awake" by Clay People blasts over the PA system, and a series of blue and silver pyros explode. A puff of blue smoke sprouts out from the entrance, and Wolf appears through the smoke. Wolf remains on the stage for a few seconds with a serious look on his face. Then he walks down the aisle. When he gets near the ring a huge explosion of blue fire comes out from the turnbuckles. He walks up the steel steps and into the ring. JG: See that, Michaels? Focus. Wolf has his head on right for this match. He's ready. Ready to pound Jesy Blue into tomorrow! DM: Jim, seriously, chill out dude… 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... YOU'RE A VICTIM…OF HARDSTYLE!" After that the raver music begins and yellow, green and blue strobe lights begin flashing to the bass line. Jesy Blue comes out wearing green baggy UFO pants and a big furry hat carrying glow sticks, which he tosses into the crowd, and has a neon pacifier in his mouth. DM: Same old Jesy Blue, Bomb, always laughing, joking, in it for the ride, not the glory! JG: That will be his demise, Michaels, mark my words… The 2 men approach each other in the centre of the ring, as the referee mutters the rules and checks for any illegal objects. The tension can be felt all around the arena, the electricity oozing from the 2 fantastic athletes. The bell sounds, and the 2 men lock up in the centre of the PPW ring. Jesy hits Wolf with a knee to the midsection, then follows it up with an Armdrag, sending Wolf directly to the canvas. Wolf snaps back up in frustration and anger, then the 2 men lock up again. Jesy then hits a DDT on Wolf, again sending him south. Wolf gets up onto one knee, and looks a hole through Jesy Blue, who taunts Wolf by making a "come on, get up" gesture towards him. DM: Can you feel the aggression between Blue and Wolf? This could be the start of something bigger, Bomb. JG: Nah, I doubt it. Wolf will eventually bury Blue, end of story. DM: This is a tough match for the fans to call. Both Wolf and Jesy are fan favourites, the crowds don't know who they like more! JG: Well if they have any sense about them, they'll be cheering on Wolf, as I am. Wolf walks back towards Jesy Blue, then suddenly hits a burst of speed, and then launches his body at Blue, spearing him to the mat! DM: MY GOD!!! WHAT IMPACT!!! JG: YES!!! Jesy Blue may be dead, Michaels! Jesy Blue holds his stomach as Wolf gets back up and lets out a huge screaming shout. Wolf then grabs Jesy Blue and sets him up on the top rope. Wolf then issues a massive Superplex, knocking the stuffing out of Jesy Blue! Wolf then quickly jumps on to Blue, and goes for the cover… 1… 2… …kick-out by Jesy after the 2-count! JG: Great flurry of moves there by Wolf! DM: Very impressive. Wolf doesn't let up on Blue, and goes right back after him with a T-Bone suplex. Wolf then covers Jesy again… 1… 2… another kick-out by Jesy! Wolf again keeps on Jesy, this time hitting a Michinoku Driver, drilling Jesy's head into the canvas! DM: Good God! Potentially brain damaging there for Jesy! JG: There ain't nothing there to damage! Another cover by Wolf… 1… 2… …almost a 3!!! Great last-minute recovery by Blue! DM: These move sets seem to be takin' a lot outta Jesy Blue, he can't get his breath! JG: That's because Wolf is the ultimate wrecking machine! DM: Could he beat Tre Crawford? JG: … Jim Grande remains silent. DM: I thought that'd shut you up! Wolf locks up with Blue in the middle of the ring, then Irish whips him off the ropes. On the return, Wolf goes for a Spinning Heel Kick, but Blue ducks, and then hits a Running Fame Asser out of desperation! DM: Great counter attack by Jesy! He could be back in this one! Wolf is very shell-shocked, and struggles to get back to his feet. Jesy is also down, but scampers towards the ropes to try and pull himself back up. DM: Who'll get up first?! Wolf begins to move towards the ropes, as Jesy is desperately trying to make himself stand up. DM: This is intense! Wolf manages to get to his feet, but not before Jesy Blue!!! Jesy runs at Wolf and hits a Side Effect. Instead of going for the cover, he instead hits a Springboard Dropkick! He then jumps to the top rope, and comes crashing down on Wolf with a Triple Jump Moonsault!!! DM: Jesus! Those moves came outta nowhere! JG: Maybe Wolf's just toyin' with Blue… DM: I don't think so, Bomb… Jesy Blue goes for a pin fall… 1… 2… 3! No!!! Wolf got his foot on the bottom rope! DM: Man, that was close!!! Jesy gets back to his feet whilst Wolf looks on in amazement. Blue is really fired up now, and is looking the stronger of the 2 men. DM: I think Jesy may have gotten his second wind at just the right time here, Bomb… JG: My cash is still on Wolfie… Jesy Blue stands with his arms on his knees, in a ready-to-run kind of position. He awaits Wolf as he slowly gets back to his feet. But as Wolf reaches his vertical base, Jesy darts towards him, looking for possibly another running Fame Asser. But Wolf's responses are sharp and crisp, and he counters the move very quickly with a Yakuza kick! Before Jesy Blue can even think about hitting the floor, Wolf intervenes, and hits him with a Wolflex! DM: OH MY GOD! Great Dragon Suplex manoeuvre by the Wolf man!!! This one could be over! Wolf over-confidently (possibly arrogantly) doesn't go for the cover however. Instead, he picks up Jesy Blue in a position ready to hit a Powerbomb. JG: Here it comes! DM: Could it be…? JG: Yeah, here it is! DM: Wolf settin' Jesy up for the Wolf's Bite… Wolf signals to the crowd for his finishing move, but Jesy begins pounding Wolf in the kisser with lefts and rights, furiously trying to force Wolf to drop him back down to ground-level. But Wolf isn't budgng. DM: Jesy's tryin' his hardest, Jim…but Wolf is too strong! JG: I told you Jesy was a no-good stoner… But Jesy manages to reverse the hold, and hits Wolf with a desperation Hurricanrana! Wolf collapses in a heap on the mat, and Jesy falls down too, momentarily motionless. DM: Both men are down! Both men are battered! And both men are bruised! But which one will get up first?! JG: You're WAAAY to dramatic, Donny boy… Wolf begins to wriggle a little, but Jesy is still unmoved – the Hurricanrana seemingly taking all of his remaining strength. DM: I think it's gonna be Wolf! As Wolf gets to his knees, Jesy begins to move slightly. Wolf is now up onto one foot and one knee, whilst Jesy rolls onto his front in preparation for getting up. JG: Look how pathetic Jesy Blue is! Such a weakling… DM: I'm sure you wouldn't think so if he heard you, James… JG: HEY! Don't "James" me, Michaels… Wolf gets to his feet and makes his way over to Jesy Blue. But as he approaches him, Jesy gets to his feet and kicks Wolf in the stomach, doubling him over. Jesy then bounces off the ropes behind Wolf. But as Jesy gets towards Wolf's bent-over body, Wolf kicks Jesy in the stomach, then picks him up. He then issues a thunderous Last Ride Powerbomb to Jesy Blue! DM: Holy Mother in Heaven! The Wolf's Bite!!! Jesy's broken in half!!! Jesy lies unconscious on the PPW mat, as Wolf drops to his knees for the cover… 1….. 2….. 3!!! Wolf got the pinfall over Jesy! WINNER OF THE MATCH VIA PINFALL - WOLF DM: IT'S OVER!!! IT'S ALL OVER!!! WOLF DEFEATES JESY BLUE WITH A MURDEROUS WOLF'S BITE!!! JG: I told you Jesy didn't stand a chance against the Wolf, didn't I Michaels!? DM: Well you were right for once, Jim…that was a great match-up, Wolf picking up a well-earned victory! We fade to commercial as Wolf backs up the ramp smiling back at Jesy who slaps the mat in frustration... As PPW breaks for a commercial, the camera cuts backstage, more specifically, to the vending machines right by the wrestler's entrance to the stage area. Jim "The Bomb" Grande, having just left his post next to Donovan Michaels for a refreshment, is tapped on the shoulder from behind. The cameraman zooms in on The Bomb to pick up his initial, true, reaction. JG: You! What the hell do YOU want?! I told you man, I ain't down with you any more, we're through… The camera then pans away from Grande's angry face, and then focuses in on the man who tapped his shoulder, PPW's own C.E.O., Johnny Dinucci. JD: That ain't much of a welcome now is it Jim? JG: Fuck you Johnny. You turned your back on our friendship the day you agreed with that no-good asshole Quentin Barnes…now who have you got? Without me, you're friend-less…Barnes only wants you on his side for the good of PPW and for his own good…not for you. He still hates your guts, just like he always did. And you've cut out your best friends to allow him to manipulate you into doing what HE thinks is right for you… The coy smirk has now vanished completely from Dinucci's chiselled face. The PPW co-owner looks towards the floor and shuffles his feet around, kicking the empty wrappers that lie across the upswept floor of the Corel Center. He then suddenly picks up his head and speaks again. JD: Look Jim, I didn't come here to argue with you. I'd like to still consider you a buddy, but if you don't consider me as one, then so be it. Enough about that thought, that's something we can settle another time. Right now there are more pressing issues…namely the Johnny Pyro assault the other week…now I'm not saying you did it, obviously because you were commentating…but remember Grande…I know you…I know what you're capable of…I know because you and I – we're the same. I know that if I, JD, am capable of something, then you are too. Now I admit, I have the capability to do such a thing to Johnny Pyro. But I can also admit, HONESTLY, that I didn't have anything to do with it. I've got too much of a good thing going now in PPW, and I ain't about to screw it up, not for nobody. I actually like Johnny Pyro, we get along great and the kid has a promising future, maybe he'll wear that World Title one day. That is, if he recovers from his brutal assault. Now I know you have contacts, and I know from personal experience that you and Tre Crawford were, and still are, friends. Now I know Tre very well, hell we were best buds a couple of months ago, or at least I thought we were. And I know that he has some kind of hidden agenda with Pyro, and QB and I WILL eventually find out. But I'm asking you Jim, as a friend, to tell me what you know, because I know for a fact that you have some information about this. Grande looks JD straight in the eyes. He then answers in a bellowing, threat-filled tone. JG: Screw you Dinucci, I don't know a thing…NO COMMENT! Johnny Dinucci lets out a huge, defeated sigh. JD: Fair enough, have it your way Jim…but be warned…friend or enemy…I WILL come down on you so hard if I find out you were involved…now get your ass back out there before I fire you right here and now… Grande stares a hole right through Dinucci. He then nudges his shoulder as he walks past him. JG: Fuckin' turncoat…you'll get yours, Dinucci…you'll get yours… The camera then fades out, and cuts back to ringside, where Michaels awaits the arrival of his friend and partner. DM:
It's now time for TDL vs. Omega! Main
Event Dark
Lotus' "Taste of Blood" echoes throughout the arena.
Lotus walks in with all the lights 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. JG:
I just wanna take shots at Dinucci ok!? DM: I wouldn't call our President a Monkey... JG:
Hey... Good one champ... YOu may regret that when we're both
stood in the unemployment line... Omega doesn't move... His hands are around his neck, holding on in pain as The Dark Lotus gets to his feet. He drops to his knees and looks up to the heavens as the referee hands him the title! DM: WHAT A MATCH! THE DARK LOTUS HAS REALISED HIS DREAM HERE TONIGHT WITH AN EMPHATIC VICTORY! Omega looks injured though! The crowd continunes to boo as The Dark Lotus holds the title aloft. His symbol of victory! Omega is attended to by EMT's. DM: Tune in next week folks it should be a great night! FADE TO BLACK |