WEDNESDAY,
SEPTEMBER 15, 2004 "Superstar" by Saliva hits as PPW Mutilation gets underway. The pyro begins to... JG: Cut the music, cut the pyro, cut the fanfare, cut everything... The crowd begins to boo Jim Grande as he makes his way to the ring with a tape in his hand. JG: Shut the hell up, you morons don't know a true icon when you see one. Sheffield? When was the last time anyone from Sheffield was a champion. Typical British, you all suck! The Bomb rolls into the ring with the video tape in hand and drops it on the ground. He stomps on it continually until it is obviously unwatchable. DM: Ladies and gentlemen I have no idea what the hell is going on... Quentin, have you? QB: Not a clue Donovan, but something has gotten to President Grande. Grande stops stamping on the tape and looks over towards Barnes. JG: I know there was a lot of buzz about JD's big announcement this week... Who takes his role for tonight only? Well... There was a lot of speculation as to who it was... And I believe it was the worst kept secret in the history of wrestling. So I'm not going to let JD have his little announcement, that is what that video was... No, no, no... I'm going to reveal the C.E.O. for tonight is right now... Right Quentin? Barnes looks back at Jim Grande as he begins to exit the ring. He walks over to Barnes and steps into his personal space. He reaches over and grabs Barnes by the collar. JG: WHO ELSE WOULD THAT SPINELESS, GOOD-FOR-NOTHING, JACKASS PICK BUT YOU! Barnes begins to laugh and stands to his feet. He grabs the microphone. QB: Did you watch that tape? JG: Didn't really see much point... QB: Well in that case, I would first like to say that you've put your hands on me... Which means that right here, right now, I could kick your ass from here back to the Bronx... But I have an idea that will probably harm you a lot more... Allow me to introduce to you all the temporary, one-night-only C.E.O.... The crowd explode as "Take A Look Around" by Limp Bizkit hits! QB: Sledgehammer! Sledge makes his way out onto the arena as Grande turns around with his jaw dropped. The one-night-only C.E.O. holds a microphone in his hand. S: Good evening ladies and gentlemen here tonight and at home. I'm sure you all know exactly who I am... I am C.E.O. Sledgehammer! The crowd explode with this cheap pop. S: I have made 2 massive decisions here tonight during my tenure in PPW... I've decided the stipulation for the PPW Bloodgames Championship... And I have decided on the Main Event next week on PPW Mutilation... Now, the stipulation for the Main event tonight shall be named just before the match begins, although some of you may have notcied a small part of my plan hanging above the ring... DM: I'd wondered what the hell that ominous steel cage was hanging above the ring for! THAT is part of the Main Event tonight! S: As for the Main Event next week? Well that match has seemed to pick itself anyway... The winner of the match that will see the PPW New Blood Champion crowned will square off against the winner of Slayne Demonio vs. Tre Crawford for that very title! QB: What a huge match Donovan! S: Not only that, but next week we will see the winner of Shadow Warrior and Riddick Andrews take on the winner of Gary Gore and Undead Warrior for a shot at the Bloodgames Championship! JG: WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? S: Who am I? I'm the C.E.O. boy, and for tonight you better remember that... Have a nice night... "Take A Look Around" hits again as Sledgehammer heads backstage with the President dumbstruck in the centre of the ring. OPENING
MATCH DM: Well this match is now the opening match, and Johnny Pyro vs. The Dark Lotus has been bumped up to Match 2...don't exactly know why Barnes... QB: It's Grande...he's an asshole. He can't make his mind up over anything. DM: Well the match is nevertheless first up, so let's get on with it... QB: With Jim being as much of an idiot as he is, he did manage to come up with this match to see which wrestler will be remaining and which we be feeling that unpleasant sting of the door hitting him in the ass. Two weeks in a row these guys have no-showed, and I'll tell you one thing Donovan, If I still held the position of president right now, I would not have been so charitable. DM: I believe it.... Let's get this match on it's way. Both wrestlers are already in the ring, Walker is pacing from side to side, and Riddick just remains in a complete unmoving stance. The bell sounds and Walker immediately goes for Andrews, but is soon leveled with a big side kick to the head. Andrews stares at the laid out Shadow Walker for a moment, before bursting into a tantric assault of kicks and punches. DM: Even at the start of the match Riddick Andrews is showing an impressive display of aggression, with an unmerciful assault on Shadow Walker. Riddick picks up Shadow Walker and delivers a kick to his stomach and then downs him once more with a devastating underhook suplex were Walker lands on his head! Riddick jumps to his feet and yells something into the crowd, seeming to taunt them but he gets a huge pop, this seems to annoy Riddick. DM: It seems that Riddick was trying to get boo'd but he got the opposite. QB: Hahaha.... Riddick immediately goes back on the attack, planting in a few stomps before picking Walker up. Riddick sends him into the where he sends another menacing punch and kick combo. He then positions Walker onto the turnbuckle and back up alittle, he looks into the crowd on the right, then left, then he dashes forward and jumps off of the second rope and nails Walkers with a neck breaking shining wizard. QB: I'll admit, that wasn't a bad move at all DM: You’re right, that wasn't bad, that was just plain sick. Riddick once again picks Walker by the neck and carries him over to the ropes, he bends walker over the ropes so that he is facing directly at the floor of the outside of the ring. Riddick rebounds off of the opposite ropes and when he reaches Shadow Walker, he jump over the ropes, turns, and catches walker by the head and ddts him to the outside of the ring! DM: ...... QB: ....... Andrews again yells into the crowd, and yet again he receives a huge cheer, Riddick is now beginning to show a bit of frustration and picks up the lifeless body of Shadow Walker and rolls it back into the ring where he sets up walker and delivers a huge jumping piledriver. DM: I can't understand how Shadow is breathing at all.... QB: From the beginning, Riddick has been tearing him apart and the end may already be in sight Andrews holds walker back up and then jerks him by his left arm into a fireman's carry and then drops him with the Riddickule. DM: That's it, Riddick has finished Walker by a landslide this over and by a huge landslide.
Riddick pins 1..... WINNER
OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Riddick Andrews Scene opens backstage where The Dark Lotus is making his way to the ring area, ready for his match with Johnny Pyro. As he approaches the curtain, he sees Johnny Pyro standing next to his locker room. Lotus approaches. TDL: What's up bitch?! Pyro ignores the call from Lotus. TDL: I SAID WHAT'S UP...BITCH!!! Again Pyro ignores the call from The Dark Lotus, and continues bouncing on the spot, preparing himself for his match. Lotus begins to walk away. TDL: Forget it, I'll do my talkin' in the ring... As Pyro turns away from Lotus, TDL turns back around and clocks Pyro from behind, knocking him to the ground. DM: Did you see that?! QB: D'uh...yeah! Lotus continues to beat down on Pyro, who is tryin to get to his feet. Pyro manages to get a boot into Lotus' stomach and reaches up to open the door of his locker room. He crawls inside and uses a bench to get to his feet. Lotus follows him in though, and hits him across the back with a Double Axe Handle. DM: All Hell is breaking loose back there! Somebody call security! Pyro grabs what looks to be a laptop/notebook off of his bench, and wraps it across TDL's face!!! QB: My God! Did you see that?! Lotus falls to the ground like a ton of bricks, giving Pyro enough time to get out of his locker room and close the door behind him. At this point Pyro is approached by one of the PPW backstage staff. Staff member: Johnny...Johnny I have a message from the C.E.O. JP: What, Sledgehammer?! Staff member: No, the REAL C.E.O....Johnny Dinucci. The 2 men share a laugh at Sledge's expense. Staff member: Anyway, JD has left a message for you, he wants you to go and see him. Pyro looks confused. JP: Me?! Fawk...why me?! Isn't he having some sort of operation or somethin' tonight? Staff member: Yeah he is, but he asked specfically to see you as soon as he wakes up. You better make your way there, he's expected out of theatre in about 30 mins. With that, Pyro pats the guy on the back and rushes out of the arena. JP: Oh, don't open the door to my locker room...there's a "dead man" in there! Scene closes as Pyro is shown exiting the Hallam FM Arena in Sheffield. DM: What about the match?! Johnny Pyro vs. The Dark Lotus?! QB: I guess it's cancelled! MATCH CANCELLED MATCH
3 "Black
Label" by Lamb of God hits over the PA and Gary Gore makes his
way down to the ring to a chorus of boos and jeers. “Eye
of the Tiger” by Survivor blares out through the speakers and
a silhouette appears at the top of the ramp way. All the lights fade
to nothing as the guitar intro builds up. Suddenly, as the first drum
beat echoes out, the white light flashes on for a split-second, then
fades out again. Then 3 consecutive beats with flashing light in sync.
This time the lights stay on, and the silhouette begins to walk forward.
As lights reaches the figure, it is unveiled as Undead Warrior –
PPW’s newest wrecking machine. He slowly saunters to the ring,
eyes fixed on his opponent, peering through the holes of the mask
like lifeless glass balls. As he approaches the ring, it becomes clear
that he has in fact brought his “weapon of choice” to
the ring with him – the metal pipe! He slides under the bottom
rope and quickly ascends the turnbuckle. He simply stands still at
the top, allowing the crowd to either boo or cheer him. He then steps
down and awaits the bell. 2….. ...shoulder
up by Gary Gore. 2…. ...kick-out
by “Hardcore”! 2…. ...Gary
Gore gets a foot on the ropes! Close call there for the referee! 2…. ...NO!
Kick out by Gary Gore! 2…. ...shoulder
up by Gary Gore! 2….. ...NO!
Kick out by Gary Gore! 2… ...Warrior
gets his shoulder up! 2….. 3!!! MID-CARD
MAIN EVENT The lights in the arena dim as a close up picture of the PPW title appears on the PurePainTron. A voice is heard in a soft whispering tone, saying He's Coming. At this point the title begins to flicker in and out, when its out a picture of Tre Crawford’s face replaces it. Smoke begins to fill the ramp area, as it begins to clear Tre then steps up onto the ramp as he does “Stand Up” by Ludacris begins to play. Tre has his head down in deep concentration, after Ludacris says Stand up for the third time, Tre raises both arms up and with each hand throws up the Westside W. As he peaks with both arms pyro begins to explode around him. Tre then raises his head up and heads towards the ring taunting the fans. Once he struts into the ring, he climbs up on the second rope (not in the corner) and holds the west side symbol up high with his right arm. He does this once on every section and then removes his silver glittery robe and sunglasses following this he leans up against the corner and waits for the bell. DM: Well Tre Crawford is ready for this one QB, but can he overcome Slayne Demonio? The lights go out as "Almost Gone" by Mushroomhead hits, Slayne Demonio makes his way out into the arena with red light all around him, he stops in the centre of the rampway and raises his right hand to chest height as the ring and the rampway behind him explode into fire. The entire arena becomes emblazened in red as Demonio slides into the ring and stares a hole through "The Perfect Weapon" Tre Crawford. DM: We're ready to rock... Without hesitation Demonio goes over to Tre Crawford and throws a right hand, which makes Tre Crawford stagger back. Tre throws one back, and the two men get into a fist fight. Demonio throws a shot to the stomach and then knocks Tre down with a right hook. Demonio gets on top of Crawford and connects with a number of hard right hands. Demonio pulls the woozy Tre Crawford up and swings him to the ropes, but "The Perfect Weapon" comes off with a Clothesline. Demonio uses Tre Crawford’s own momentum to roll over with him ending up in a pinning predicament… 1… QB: No chance this early on... 2… ...but Tre kicks out. Both man stand up and Demonio drives a knee into Crawford’s midsection, then he delivers a Swinging Sidewalk Slam and floats over for another cover… 1… 2… But Tre Crawford gets a shoulder up. QB: Demonio's going for a few early covers here, Michaels...maybe's he's scared of "The Pinnacle of Perfection"! DM: Yeah...maybe... Demonio lifts Tre Crawford up and goes for a Flapjack Slam, but Tre flips over Demonio’s shoulder and lands on his feet behind him. Crawford holds Slayne in an Arm Wrench and nails him to the canvas with a Knife Edge Chop sequence. He goes for the cover… 1… 2… Kick out! Both men stand up once again and Demonio rushes with a Flying Lariat. Tre Crawford hits a Russian Leg Sweep instead and briefly applies a Texas Cloverleaf, but Demonio reaches the ropes. Tre lets go of Demonio but stands up and lays the boots to him. Demonio makes it to his feet despite the kicks and Crawford rakes his eyes, temporarily blinding him. Tre kicks him in the stomach and then delivers a Stalling Suplex. DM: Tre Crawford really applying some pressure to Demonio here, Barnes... Tre Irish whips Demonio into a corner and lopes closely behind him, splashing him just a fraction of a second after Demonio crashes into the turnbuckle. Tre Crawford repeatedly open hand chops him in the chest, which goes red almost instantly. Then he Irish whips him to the opposite turnbuckle, again Tre Crawford runs after him, but this time Demonio raises his feet and Crawford smashes into them face first. Tre staggers back, holding his nose and mouth. Demonio walks after him and turns him around, nailing him with a Yakuza Kick. He goes down and hooks the near leg… 1… 2… But Crawford just gets a shoulder off the ground. Demonio pulls Tre Crawford up by his long hair but again Tre rakes his eyes. Tre takes the advantage and drives Slayne's head into the canvas with a High Impact DDT. Tre Crawford hooks both legs… 1 … 2 … QB: He could have him here! Thre..but Demonio gets a shoulder up. Crawford gets upset, he punches Demonio in the head a few times before climbing a turnbuckle. Tre Crawford erects himself on the top rope, he flies off, looking for a Flying Clothesline, but Demonio rolls out of the way and "The Pinnacle of Perfection" crashes back first against the mat. Demonio stands up and drops two consecutive elbows to the small of Crawford’s back. Then he picks him up and elevates him over his shoulders in a torture rack position. He starts jumping up and down while pulling on Tre’s chin with one arm and legs with the other arm. Tre tries to hold on, the referee is checking on him, but suddenly Demonio drops him with a Super Tigerbomb. DM: I think Tre Crawford can only hold on slightly longer, Quentin... QB: Yup, I agree whole-heartedly, Michaels... Demonio grabs Tre by the neck and issues a swift Rock Bottom-style move, before swinging Tre 180 degrees in the air and slamming him to the mat! DM: THE DEVOUR DRIVER!!! Demonio then hooks the leg... 1... 2... 3!!!
It's over!!! WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Slayne Demonio Scene opens up in the car park outside the Royal Hallamshire Hospital in Sheffield, where Johnny Pyro dashes around the corner, almost crashing into a stretcher being transported by 2 paramedics. JP: SORRY! Pyro then approaches the information desk and speaks to the receptionist. JP: Excuse me, can you tell me which ward Johnny Dinucci is in please? Receptionist: Hey I know you...YOU'RE JOHNNY PYRO!!! Hey Denise, it's Johnny Pyro from PPW! Then
a morbidly obese nurse appears from the back room behind recption.
She has a doughnut and a cup of coffee in her hands, and wears a name
badge that says "DEN Denise: Hey Pyro! I'm your biggest fan! Pyro closes his eyes and looks at the floor. JP: You fawkin' would be wouldn't you! The ugly ones always are for some stupid reason! But as much as I'm DYING to give you a hug and stay and talk to you, I need to find Johnny Dinucci's bed, can you tell me where it is please? Denise: Sure it's up on the fourth floor, ward D3. You want me to walk you there? JP: Hmmm... Pyro looks the woman up and down. JP: No thanks, think I'll take the elevator... Denise: Elevator? You mean lift? JP: WHATEVER!!! Pyro then dashes towards the elevator, and awaits the doors closing. As the elevator reaches the fourth floor, Pyro rushes out and finds JD's bed. Dinucci is asleep, but awakes when hearing Pyro's footsteps. JD: Aaah...Johnny...Johnny Pyr-...Pyro...come, sit down son... JP: I got a message saying you wanted to see me? Dinucci tries to sit himself up in his bed, but he is clearly in pain. JD: Yeah that's right...it's about your return to PPW...I just wanted you to know that I'm glad you decided to come back to us...you're one of the greatest superstars we've had here, and I can see you surpassing the heights of professional wrestling that you have already reached. An uncontrollable smile beams across Pyro's face at the compliment given to him by his boss. JP: Tha-...thank you sir, it means a lot. A look of satisfaction fills Dinucci's agonised face. JD: I just think that maybe you could do with a little guidance...but not from the likes of Tre Crawford...he's bad for your career... JP: Ok, I'm listenin'... JD: I want you to consider something for me...consider having me on your side...I know you don't like to be ruled and you and Barnes, and in fact you and me, have had some cross words from time-to-time. But Johnny, I see you goin' far in PPW, and I want to help you as much as I can. Johnny Dinucci then reaches over to Pyro and outstretches his hand. JD: Here's to you, Johnny Pyro... Pyro reciprocates JD's movements, and the two shake hands. JP: Listen, I better get back...I was supposed to have a match now with Lotus, as you know...Grande's gonna be pissed. I better go explain myself. JD: No wait, don't mention this conversation with that asshole. Just tell him it was a family emergency... JP: Ok sir. And thank you. The scene closes with Pyro getting up from his bedside chair, again shaking hands with Johnny Dinucci. MATCH
5 A white wall of pyro slams to life atop the stage area as "Across the Nation" by Union Underground dominates the PA system. The wall begins to die down, but explodes back to life as an explosion blasts behind it and Aaron Rage is launched 9 feet in the air, over the wall, to land crouched on his feet at the top of the ramp. He makes his way to the ring, dressed in black jeans, black boots, and a short black jacket with a pair of clear sunglasses with blue lenses covering his eyes. He gets to the ring, hops in, removes his jacket and glasses, revealing a thight black sleeveless shirt with a red celtic cross on the chest. He smiles as he awaits the arrival of CJ Maxwell... DM: Nice entrance there by Aaron Rage, and he seems very focused, very motivated, very confident… QB: Yeah he does, but you can bet your bottom dollar that CJ Maxwell will be just as up for it as Rage... “Rocket Science” by The Pimps blares over the PA system, and the lights dip to a minimum. The silhouette of a man can be seen at the top of the ramp way. Pyros begin to explode, and the lights return showing CJ Maxwell, stood with his head down, slowly walking to wards the ring. He looks up at the ring, at Aaron Rage, then runs and dives into the ring under the bottom rope. He then continues his run over to the far corner and stands tall on the turnbuckle, raising his arms to the fans, who go wild for him. DM: This is Maxwell's chance at some PPW gold, Barnes...the New Blood title needs its first winner, and I think CJ could be the man to win it! QB: I actually have a lot of respect for this man - he's a great tactician. Rage and Maxwell stand across the ring, staring at one another. The bell rings and the two circle the ring without taking their eyes off one another. They lock up in the middle of the ring. Rage takes the advantage and leg sweeps Maxwell. Maxwell rolls out of the ring in order to regain his focus and strategy. Rage stands on the inside of the ring with his arms out as if to say, "let's go". Maxwell rolls back into the ring, ducks a clothesline from Rage, runs against the ropes and hits Rage with an unexpected sprinting Superkick. DM: A very bright start by both superstars here, Barnes. QB: Yeah neither guy wants to make an early mistake because they know how costly it could prove to be. They both have to be on the top of their game throughout this match; otherwise it’s lights out… Rage then decides to hit Maxwell with a knee to the solar plexus. He then whips Maxwell into the ropes and hits a Buzzsaw Elbow! Aaron then picks Maxwell back up to his feet, but is hit with a kick to the midsection. He then whips Rage off the ropes, and hits a Standing Sidekick. DM: Did you see that?! Maxwell just hit Rage with power! QB: I know, nearly knocked his head off! CJ Maxwell then hits a Fallaway Slam on Rage, and then follows it up with a Release German Suplex. He then goes for a cover on Aaron Rage… 1… 2… …kick-out by Rage after 2! Maxwell gets to his feet, and tosses Rage over the ropes. M: Well CJ Maxwell seemingly taking the advantage over Aaron Rage now, Quentin …what are your thoughts on this match now? QB: Well it’s pretty deadlocked to be honest, Michaels. Neither man wants to lose this one, so they’re both bein’ cautious. Unfortunately for Rage, Maxwell’s mind games have given him that vital upper edge…but that’s not to say that Rage won’t win this match. DM: A very good insight… QB: A-thank you… Maxwell exits the ring and approaches Rage, who is now back to his feet. The 2 men exchange blows, Rage issuing both head and chest shots to Maxwell, eventually getting the better of his foe. He then tosses Maxwell back into the ring. Rage then hits Maxwell with a German Suplex, the impact of which apparently hitting hard on Maxwell’s neck. DM: Ooooh, I felt that! Maxwell’s neck was hurt then, surely! Maxwell does in fact clutch his neck after his fall – the Suplex did its damage. Aaron Rage notices this, and a wry smile infects his face uncontrollably. He then picks Maxwell back up and hits a Spinebuster, again applying more pressure to Maxwell’s neck region. QB: Rage has turned the match around in an instant. Now it’s Maxwell that’s in trouble! While Maxwell is down, Rage lifts up CJ’s left leg, and locks in a Figure Four leg lock! But where most would scream in pain, Maxwell simply grits his teeth, trying to withhold his torment. DM: Rage really applying pressure to Maxwell's knee now, Barnes... QB: I know, and that could prove to be a huge advantage by the end of this affair! Rage breaks the hold, and then begins to stomp Maxwell. DM: Great perserverence by Rage... Rage goes up to the top rope with CJ Maxwell in-tow. He then leaps from the turnbuckle and performs a Tazzplex! DM: Superb maoeuvre by Aaron Rage!!! QB: Maxwell’s starting to tire now, Michaels! Rage goes for the cover… 1… 2… 3…NO!!! Maxwell got the shoulder up! DM: I thought that was over! QB: Not yet… Rage gets back to his feet, and again climbs the turnbuckle. He then dives from the top rope towards Maxwell’s body, but Maxwell manages to roll out of the way, sending Rage crashing into the mat! Both men down, the referee begins the 10-count… 1… 2… Maxwell, being more conscious than Rage, begins to move… 4… 5… Maxwell then starts to clamber to his feet; using the ropes for assistance…meanwhile Rage begins to move his feet and arms… 7… 8… Maxwell gets back to his feet, and Rage begins to clutch the ropes for support… The referee then stops his count at 9, as both men are back to their feet. DM: I’m glad they got up, QB…a countout finish would’ve been a let down… QB: Too true… Maxwell hits Rage with a Samoan Neckbreaker of his own. Rage hits the deck, but because of the weakness of Maxwell’s neck, the move wasn’t as successful as it should have been. Nonetheless, Maxwell continues his onslaught with a Jackhammer, again only getting about 75% of it. DM: Maxwell’s weakening rapidly! QB: I know...he could be in serious trouble here... With Rage rocked, Maxwell locks in a Figure Four leg lock on Aaron!!! DM: What the f… Rage begins to shout out in pain, but Maxwell has strategically locked in the move in the centre of the ring, metaphorical miles from any ropes. QB: And the match has twisted around AGAIN! Maxwell’s back in control! But again the leg lock isn’t doing its completely intended damage due to Maxwell’s weak neck. He cannot get the full leverage off his arms. Rage begins to slide backwards towards a rope, but Maxwell manages to withstand the movement and reaches down for his reserve energy, and locks in the leg lock more tightly. DM: Just when I thought Rage was gonna escape… After failing with the rope idea, Rage decides to change his tactics slightly. He now tries to overpower the weakened Maxwell by turning the move around. He begins to rock from side-to-side in an attempt to manoeuvre onto his front, thus switching the balance of pressure away from his legs and onto Maxwell’s. DM: Rage’s tryin’ another escape method! QB: And it looks like it’s workin’, Michaels! Maxwell begins to succumb to Rage’s tactics, and the move is eventually turned around and countered. It is now Maxwell that writhes in pain. The intensity on Rage’s face is unparallelled. He uses everything he has to apply more pressure to the legs of Maxwell. Maxwell manages to grab a rope, and the referee forces Rage to break the hold, which he does in a professional manner. Maxwell then grabs his leg and holds it in agony, while Rage gets back to his feet, a slight limp can be seen though. Maxwell, also limping, gets back to his feet too. The 2 men look at each other, and Rage begins to walk towards Maxwell. Maxwell then goes for Everybody's Everything out of nowhere, but Rage, slightly fresher than Maxwell, manages to counter with a Death Valley Driver! QB: My God! If Maxwell had managed to hit Everybody's Everyting Rage would have been out of it, without a doubt! DM: But a great counter by Rage – quick thinking from the wannabe New Blood champion. QB: Yeah…course… With Maxwell now down on the mat again, Rage tries his luck… 1… 2… …but a kick-out by Maxwell. Maxwell snaps back up to his feet as Aaron Rage attempts the Maniacal Rage! But as he does so, quick-thinking CJ Maxwell manages to push Rage to the ropes as he attempts to pick up Maxwell. As Rage rebounds off the ropes, Maxwell hits a sprinting Superkick! With Rage now down on the canvas, Maxwell mimics him once again, and goes for a cover of his own… 1… 2… …but a kick-out by Rage. DM: This match is great to watch – it’s goin’ both ways! QB: It’s hard to say who’s gonna win this match, Don…my money was originally on CJ Maxwell…then it went to Aaron Rage…now I just don’t know!!! DM: We’ve had finisher attempts by both men, but neither was successful – these 2 men are true professional wrestlers, and they have the utmost respect for each other…but only one of them can walk out of Sheffield as the first EVER PPW New Blood champion!!! Rage gets back to his feet, and both men stand toe-to-toe with each other. Rage begins to hit Maxwell with lefts and rights, weakening Maxwell further. Rage then goes for a Belly-to-Back Suplex, but doesn’t get the chance, as Maxwell hits Rage out of nowhere with Max'ed Out!!! DM: HOLY HELL!!! CJ MAXELL JUST HIT AARON RAGE WITH MAX'ED OUT!!! Rage hits the deck, and Maxwell falls to his knees. QB: YES!!! MAXWELLl’S GONNA BEAT RAGE FOR THE TITLE!!! Maxwell then covers Rage… 1… 2… 3!!! DM: He got it! Maxwell got the victory!!! A weakened CJ Maxwell then raises an arm in the air, before falling to the canvas in a heap. Aaron Rage is also down after Max'ed Out was hit on him. Both men lie motionless in the ring, as the referee calls for the bell. WINNER
OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - CJ Maxwell DM: Ladies and gents, up next is the big Main Event, but as of yet we don't know what the stipulations for that match are! QB: It's a huge match, a huge Main Event with huge consequences. S: Excuse me, I think it's time to name the stipulations. The temporary C.E.O. appears on the PurePainTron. S: Tonight we will see yet another PPW first... That's right, it's the first ever PLC match! DM: A PLC match? What the hell is a PLC match? S: A steel cage surrounds the ring, with 2 ladders inside the cage, in the 4 corners are 4 poles with weapons attached... the match has 2 stages... the title is then removed as per ladder match rules... but the match is not won at that point, the winner is the man who leaves the cage with the title... QB: What a match! S: Ladies and gentlemen, have a fantastic evening! MAIN
EVENT DM: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, the ring has been set up and we now just await the competitors. ‘Down with the sickness’ Disturbed blares throughout the arena, a sea of heads turn toward the rampway as Logan Omega, decked in full ring attire, whilst sporting a confident smirk makes his way toward the ring. The crowd roar there disapproval as Logan appears completely immune to there jeers and jibes.. Verafai, Logan's brother follows closely behind as the 2 men make their way to the ring. DM: Verafai should be banned from ringside! QB: Don't worry I have an idea... Barnes drops his headset and begins to jibe at Verafai. Omega begins to make his way over to engage in a verbal joust as Logan gets into the cage. After a few moments, Omega swings at Barnes who ducks and within seconds has Verafai in handcuffs! DM: WHAT THE HELL!? Omega tries to move away from the announce table bewindered as the camera tilts to show Omega attatched to a large hook coming out of the ground used to support large banners. His hand cuff is attatched to a large chain which is attatched to the hook. QB: Courtesy of CEO Sledge... That sounds like a band to me... Ticks and Leeches by Tool kicks in and the lights begin to dim, the whole arena feels eerie and empty... A dark chill eminates around the arena before the lights quickly flash back on to see James Spyder stood in the centre of thr ring looking upon Logan Omega who is still looking at the rampway. QB: I think Logan better turn around before James makes minced meat of his face... DM: Spyder's evil but he's not THAT e... Spyder quickly nails Logan from behind sending his much smaller opponent into the steel of the cage. He then begins to scrap Logan's face against the unforgiving steel. QB: I rest my case. Spyder continues the onslaught gripping Omega's hair and running him from side to side of the ring smashing his head against the centre supports of teh cage, Omega howevere refuses to bleed and even fall. Omega looks on and surveys the scene around him, fall walls of cold hard steel, 2 steel ladders and 4 poles... 1 with a steel chair, one with a florescent light bulb, one with a chain and the final one holding a croquet mallet. The smile on his sick face grows as Logan staggers. DM: Spyder lining up fro that sprinting super-kick... QB: And connects sending Omega to the mat hard! Spyder slowly moves around the ring, telegraphing the violence he has in mind. Omega begins to get to his feet as Spyder hooks a German Suplex and smashes Omega's neck and spine against the cage before turning on a penny and delievering a monsterous German suplex. He looks around at the weapons before beginning his ascent up the cage, he turns around as he reaches a pole and removes a weapon. He waits on the top rope before diving off and smashing the florescent light bulb across his opponents head. DM: That was disgusting and evil! He could have blinded Logan. QB: Or forced him to wear a mask like this jackass... Verafai struggles on the outside as Spyder begins to pull one of the ladders into an upright position. He places it squarely under the Bloodgames title before he begins to climb. He looks around at the crowd for a moment before reaching up and touching the title. Before he can get a good hold, Logan is pushing the ladder over! As the ladder falls, Spyder jumps and catches himself on the cage wall... Omega turns around expecting to see a fallen Spyder but all he see's is a large body flying towards him with a clothesline. QB: This is the James Spyder I know and hated oh so much... But not as much as you... Omega takes a swing at Barnes... QB: See you do still suck... Back in the ring, Spyder is getting back to his feet and begins setting that ladder up once again. As he gets the ladder upright and places a foot on the rung, a right arm swings betwene his legs, simultaniously sending his testicles into orbit. QB: Holy fuck... DM: I've never understood a wrestlers penchant for doing that... Logan takes control hooking a reverse DDT and falling back sending Spyder's head crashing to the mat. He then stands over Spyder and flips backwards nailing a standing moonsault. DM: In a regular match Omega could have got the pin there! QB: Are you drunk? Logan then begins an ascent of his own, but not up the ladder. He reaches the top turnbuckle and pulls down a steel chair... Spyder slowly gets to his feet and turns around just in time to see a flying chair shot from the top rope connect with his face. Logan lies still for a moment before getting to his feet. He begins the slow climb up the ladder in an attempt to pull the belt free. DM: Can Logan bring that title belt into play here tonight? QB: Lets hope so, we need to pick up this pace... Logan just about reaches the top of the ladder when Spyder moves... Omega tries his damndest to pull the title free but it will not budge, Spyder then becgins to climb the ladder and quickly gets to the top. The 2 men then begin to trade blows, the title begins to swing freely. Both men then begin to topple as the ladder falls, they both crash down on top of the second ladder lying on the floor of the ring! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! QB: I think these fans have it right! The 2 men lie on teh ground for the moment, unable to move... Minutes seem to pass before James Spyder begins to climb to his feet. Omega begins to stir as Spyder begins to pick up a ladder. Logan, on the other side of the ring, begins to use the steel chair to get to his feet... He holds it in his hands and turns, swinging the chair almost instinctivly smashing it against the ladder... Spyder is rocked back, crushing hiself between the ladder and the cage! QB: Logan needs to get back in control... Omega quickly lands a drop toe hold on Spyder sending the big man crashing down on to the ladder. Omega then begins to climb again, this time he takes hold of the steel chain that hands in the 3rd corner. he drops off and begins to use it as a whip on Spyder's back. DM: Look at the pain etched on Spyder's face, but he seems to like it! QB: Yeah and now Omega is wrapping that chain around his right hand. Omage begins to rain down shot after shot to the skull of his larger opponent. Spyder finally falls back to the ground looking beaten and bloody. Logan then turns to climb before being called by his brother... Verafai points at Spyder before saying "Punish him!" before smiling a QB. QB: Oh you think that's gunna get to me... You're an absolute moron... You're borther is gunna die... Logan laughs down towards his older brother before turning around to be confronted by a reawoken James Spyder. Logan is met with 2 giant right hands before falling back against the cage wall. Spyder then begins with a flurry of pucnhes that end up with Logan slumped on the ground... QB: I told ya jackass... Ogemag slowly begins to get to his feet as Spyder hooks him for a cradle piledriver... He positions himself over the steel chair and drops! DM: THE DEVILDRIVER! Spyder looks over Omega as he begins to climb the ladder. he reaches the top and pulls the belt free... He raises it in the air in celebration and waits for a moment. The ladder begins to move... Omega is awake, on all fours but awake... He's using all of his strength to push the ladder... It finally begins to fall as Spyder plummets to the mat and lands in a heap. QB: Logan has taken Spyder out of his game here! DM: Logan picks up the belt! He staggers around for a moment before slowly beginning his ascent of the cage... The fans booing, urging Spyder to get back up... Logan reaches the top of the cage just as Spyder gets to his feet. Omega then hangs over the top before Spyder grips him by the head... he pulls Logan back over the top of the cage before looking at the mat... He grins insanely as he hooks his hand around Logan's neck and falls backwards nailing, The Spyder's Bite! DM: It's over... QB: It's done... Verafai begins wildly pulling on the cuffs trying to escape. He looks on knowing that the end is nigh for his brother, even if James Spyder takes 5 minutes to get up... Logan would take 10... He continues to fight until he finally resides himself to the fate of being chained to the outside stands back... QB: Sit back ass hole... Watch your brother lose! DM: Unfortunatly Verafai, that does seem to be your brothers fate... Backin the ring, Spyder stirs... He slowly but surely pulls himself back to his feet. The fans cheer, saluting this major effort to win a match... Spyder looks down and grabs hold of the Bloodgames Title and begins to climb the cage... Omega does not move. Spyder continues to climb and reaches the top of the cage... He swings a leg over before looking up... He is face to face with that Croquet mallet... DM: Oh my god... What's he thinkin? QB: NO! JAMES! JUST GET DOWN! Spyder smiles and twists his head in a demented motion... He pulls teh mallet away from the pole and looks down on the lifeless Omega... He looks out out to the crowd he cheer in agreement. Finally, he tolds the mallet head downwards and leaps towards the body of Omega! DM: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! QB: THAT MALLET DAMN NEAR KILLED HIM! DM: Omega moved! The handle of the mallet smashed back into Spyder's sterum! Spyder slowly begins to stand up as the wind is knocked out of him... Logan jumps in the air and delievers Trauma on then Mallet! Spyder is knocked out! Verafai jumps around telling Logan to get the hell out of the ring... Logan begin sto climbe the cage, one small step at a time.... DM: Logan Omega is gunna do it! QB: COME ON SPYDER! Spyder doesn't move as Omega reaches the top of the cage where the belt is pirched waiting... He grabs the belt and swings his legs over the cage before climbing down... Spyder rolls over and locks eyes with Omega just as he drops to the outside of the ring... DM: LOGAN OMEGA HAS WON THE MATCH! HE FOLLOWED IN HIS BROTHER'S FOOTSTEPS! QB: Son-of-a-bitch... WINNER
OF THE MATCH BY ESCAPING THE CAGE – Logan Omega Security unlock Verafai who approaches his battered and bruised brother... They embrace as Logan lifts the title up into the air in celebration, inside the ring James Spyder looks angry as we fade to the PPW logo... FADE TO BLACK |