MUTILATION RESULTS
Date:
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Venue: Texas Stadium,
Location: Irving, Texas
PPW Mutilation kicks off LIVE from the Texas Stadium in Irving! Saliva's "Superstar" rings out of the PA system, as the camera pans down to Donovan Michaels and Jesy Blue...
DM: Welcome everybody to a special anniversary edition of Mutilation, celebrating one year on the air as an official federation!
JB: I can't believe this company's lasted 12 months, Michaels!
DM: Why's that?!
JB: Well, look at all what's happened... Dinucci and his little power trip back in January... Draven being thrown through the Purepaintron... I'm surprised the TV network are still allowing the shows to air! And I can't believe nobody's been killed!
DM: That's true... but all-in-all it's been a good year I'd say!
JB: Hell yeah!
The scene fades to the parking lot of a Holiday Inn. Riddick Andrews is seen walking towards the front doors, with his All-State Championship across his shoulder. He stops at the front doors as a female voice burdens him. When he turns around, he sees that it's Harmony Taylor.
Harmony: Riddick! Wait up...
She catches up to him, a picture perfect smile on her face. She stands next to him as he looks at her with confused eyes.
Harmony: I've been watching you in PPW for the past few months. You're really... impressive.
Her eyes wander up and down his body as she bites her lip with a hint of a smile. Her fingertip traces his bicep. His eyes focus down on her fingertip as he smiles, nods, and begins to walk into the Holiday Inn. Harmony follows, still talking.
Harmony: You know, Riddick, you can play as cool as you'd like...
He nods and pats his golden strap with the palm of his hand as he steps up to the receptionist. He asks for the key to his room. Harmony stands, looking at Riddick with a smile.
Riddick: Well, I've got a room, feel free to drop in.
He winks as he grabs the key to his room and walks away. Harmony follows him to the elevator and steps on with him. The bell dings as the door closes. When it opens back up, Harmony is off first, running with a giggle accompanied by Riddick's championship belt. Riddick, far quicker than Harmony, catches up to her and pins her up against the wall. His eyes focus on hers as she smiles innocently. He leans in quietly, but Harmony ducks under one of his arms and runs down the hallway. Riddick chases after her as her giggle echoes in the hallway.
Harmony: Watch your step, Riddick!
She giggles again as Riddick continues chasing after her, confused by her last statement. He stares forward as Harmony stops and turns around, her innocent smile gleaming. He smiles a little, focusing on his title as he sprints forward a little quicker.
Harmony: Come and get it, big boy!
Out of nowhere, Riddick is seemingly t-boned by a semi-trailer. His body sails to the side of the hallway, into and through a hotel room door. The two figures stand up and roar loudly in the hallway. As the camera pans around, it shows the faces of James Spyder and Slayne Demonio. They stare down at the unconscious body of Riddick Andrews. Harmony giggles at the sight. Suddenly, James Spyder's head snaps to the side as his eyes focus in on Harmony. He steps forward, growling as he zones in on his new prey. He smirks with wild eyes as he grabs Harmony by the throat and lifts her against the wall. Her eyes stare in fear as Demonio grabs Spyder's wrists, allowing Harmony to be lowered back to the floor. Demonio pulls Spyder's hands away from Harmony's throat.
Slayne: Now, now, James. Before you get ahead of yourself, allow me to introduce you to your Christmas gift for this year. James, I'd like you to meet Harmony Taylor, the newest member of Maulprod.
Spyder's eyes continue to focus on Harmony, but he stares now with confusion.
James: What are you talking about, Slayne? This is a two-man alliance. Nothing more, nothing less.
Slayne: It still is a two-man alliance... with a female added to the mix. Harmony's got potential to be as good as us. She can withstand the same things that we can withstand, and I'm absolutely serious. She's just as tough as anyone else in Pure Pain Wrestling.
A smirk grows on Spyder's face.
James: Yeah? Can she take a Celestial Burn? Just like our poor friend, Riddick just took? Shall we find out, Slayne?
Slayne's eyebrows raise a bit as he shakes his head a little.
Slayne: As good as that two-man gore felt performed on Riddick, I don't think it would be such a good idea to perform on a team member, do you James?
James: So, are you telling me that Maulprod now consists of you, myself, and Harmony Taylor?
Slayne smiles a bit.
Slayne: Precisely.
James takes a few steps forward, staring into Harmony's eyes with his own cold glare. His breathing is heavy as he shakes his head in disapproval, shoving Harmony's head away. Her head snaps back and her stare is of rebellion and bitterness. James begins to turn around.
Harmony: What's the matter, James, can't handle a woman?
James looks over his shoulder, from the corner of his eye. Instead of turning back around and answering, however, James maniacally bursts out with laughter and he walks away. The scene fades to black.
OPENING
MATCH
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
PPW's First EVER Main Event - December 17, 2003
Liana vs. Revolution
DM: Ok folks, our first "recap match" of the night takes us back to our first EVER show - December 17, 2003, when former PPW World champion Liana took on Revolution in a match to be seeded first in the World title tournament that Tre Crawford later won...
JB: And what Donovan Michaels FORGOT to mention was the scenario surrounding this match...at the time C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci - like now - was an asshole. He set a stipulation for Liana's match, that if she didn't win the match within 15 minutes, she had to strip naked in the middle of the ring the following week...let's go to the action...
Lia's figure appears behind a smoke screen, Hole - Celebrity Skin kicks in, and the lights go out... 2 or 3 seconds later strobe lights flash around the arena before the lights eventually come back on to see Lia part way down the ramp... She gets to the end of the ramp, slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, before waving to the fans.
JG: She is just so hot! I can’t wait to see her strip next week…
DM: You’re sick… Everyone wants to see this girl naked… But NOT because Dinucci says she has to!
The lights go out and smoke files out from the entrance floor. Right Now hits and the Pyro explodes. Revolution saunters to the ring surrounded by fire.
JG: WOOOOOOO! Come on Rev, I don’t care if she beats you… Just make it 15 minutes…
DM: Ass hole…
JG: You know I could be REALLY offended!
Lia looks across the ring to where Revolution is looking under the apron… He pulls out weapon after weapon.
DM: Look’s like Revolution wants to see her naked too!
JG: It certainly does… He’s a good man…
Rev continues to pull weapons out from underneath the ring, tossing them to one side. Finally, he grabs a shovel and slides into the ring. He beckons Lia on swinging the shovel around his head, ending with it held behind his back, bent at the knees ready to strike. She slowly saunters over to her opponent, and swiftly swings her right foot upwards into the Revolution Family Jewels…
JG: Oh dear god in heaven…
DM: I feel sick…
JG: Me too…
Revolution is on the ground with his hand between his legs as Lia picks the shovel up and swings it down into the face of her larger, now possibly less masculine opponent… The score board in the arena shows 13 minutes, 2 minutes gone already…
JG: Only 13 more until we see some boobs!
DM: First time’s exciting ain’t it Bomb?
JG: Sonofa…
She rolls out of the ring and looks down at all of the goodies laying around on the ground. She grabs a pair of brass knuckles! She rolls back into the ring and climbs to the middle rope, Rev gets to his feet as Lia dives off…
JG: SHOT BETWEEN THE EYES! GET UP REV! GET UP!
DM: 1… 2… NO shoulder up from Revolution!
Lia looks around for more toys to play with… so to speak… outside of the ring her manager Paige is looking for suitable weaponry… Finding a Claw hammer, she throws it to Lia… The young lady not used to playing with weapons sizes up Revolution who turns. She swings the hammer but misses as Rev ducks out of the way, she turns to be nailed with a straight right hand.
JG: YES COME ON! COME ON!
Revolution ups the pace with a spinning heel kick to Lia’s face, followed up by a shining wizard almost knocking Lia out completely! He plays to the crowd getting them pumped. Moving back to the outside he grabs a trashcan, a road sign and a bowling ball.
JG: Take out the trash Rev!
DM: Are your sure your name wasn’t “The Cliché”
JG: Wow… that was a good one…
Back in the ring, the time has counted down to 10 minutes while Revolution was getting weapons. Lia slowly gets to her feet and is nailed with the trashcan! Rev makes the cover…
DM: 1… NO!
JG: 2… YES!
NO! Lia gets her shoulder up in the dying moments of the count! Revolution looks pissed off, he grabs the road sign and heads to the top rope! Diving off he brings the sign down in a chop motion! Lia rolls out of the way and the sign slams back into the Jaw of the larger Rev as he falls to the ground! Lia makes the cover… 1… 2… NO! Shoulder up!
DM: So close for this courageous young lady from Liverpool!
JG: *Cough* THIEF *Cough*
She pulls herself up on the ropes as Revolution quickly grabs the hammer… He hides it under his body as Liana staggers closer to him… She rolls him over and is nailed in the upper thigh with the hammer!
JG: WOAH! Did he just hit her in the p…
DM: …LEASE stay with us folks this seems to be one hell of a match!
Lia limps back around the ring, 7 minutes of the match gone, Revolution stands up and slams the hammer into her stomach! She doubles over in pain as Rev grabs the bowling ball. He steps back and slams THAT into Lia’s stomach!
DM: This is sick! It’s just TOO MUCH!
JG: We’re gunna see her boobies!
DM: You wont wanna see them if they’re all battered and bruised…
JG: Sonofa…
Lia looks up, still holding the bowling ball and is smashed in the face with a superkick straight to the jaw! She falls backwards, bowling ball still imbedded in her gut! Rev grins as he raises the hammer above his head to slam it into the prone and fallen Lia as the lights go out…
JG: What the hell!?
DM: I have no idea…
A strange, eerie music hovers over the arena… A voice slowly begins to speak…
Voice: Coming… I am Coming… Pain, Blood, Hatred and Loathing, Fear and disgust and an aching within that can only be ridden by my beating of your worthless body…
The Great American Nightmare by Rob Zombie hits! The word…
DRAVEN
Flashes on the screen! The crowd damn near explode as flashes of matches involving the former 3 time PTIW Bloodsport Champion, 1 Time HSW Tag Team Champion and most notably the former 1 time WsW Heavyweight Champion fighting opponents such as Tukay Lionheart, Hardcore Icon and finally ending with an image of a bloody Quentin Barnes with a victorious Draven stood over him. The lights come back, the timer has run down to 5 minutes but Lia is up!
JG: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT!?
DM: I have no idea! But look! Liana is on fire here with right hands, Rev falls to the ground! We have just 5 minutes left for Liana to save her modesty!
JG: Fuck that! She’s gotta lose!
She starts to wrestle the big man, coming off the ropes with a flying head scissors! Once down she drops an elbow on the big man!
DM: She’s unstoppable!
JG: NO SHE ISN’T!
She climbs to the top rope and dives off with a corkscrew Moonsault! 1… 2… NO! Rev gets his shoulder up! Much to Paige’s chagrin!
DM: COME ON LIA!
JG: Shhhhh…
With 4 minutes to go, Lia knocks Rev down with a running dropkick! The crowd explode as she goes to the top rope and signals for the KSGS! Jumping into the air and spinning 450 in the air she crashes down on Rev’s prone body! 1… 2…3!!!
DM: NO! REVOLUTION HAD HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!
JG: The ref spotted it!
Liana jumps to her feet, 3 minutes to go, as Revolution slowly gets up himself… She takes hold of a steal chair and swings once! BAM! Straight to Revolution’s head, he falls backwards and bounces off the ropes up to a staggered standing position! Shot number 2… BAM! He bounces down again, still not leaving his feet!
JG: WAIT LOOK!
DM: What the hell is Dinucci doing out here!?
Johnny Dinucci running from the back as Lia goes to the top rope! She dives off smashing the chair against Revolution’s head, knocking him unconscious in the centre of the ring! She grabs the bottom rope to pull herself up!
DM: WHAT THE HELL! GET OFF HER!
JG: I LOVE YOU BOSS!
Dinucci has hold of both of Lia’s arms holding her down so she can’t get to Revolution to make the pin! She’s kicking her legs and screaming as the counter counts down to 2 minutes 30 seconds left! In the ring, Revolution starts to stir… Lia’s chance to win the match lost!
JG: HEY! NO! NOT THAT FUCKER!
DM: YEAH! GO HELP HER BOSS!
The crowd go wild as Quentin Barnes makes his way to the ring, a slow jog the order of the day! Rev gets to his feet and sees the co-owner slide into the ring! Barnes ducks a Revolution right hand and turns to be nailed 3 times in the face by the former Wolf!
DM: Quentin Barnes looking like his old self here tonight!
JG: We’ll see how long it lasts!
DM: Hopefully longer than any of your title reigns…
JG: ASS HOLE!
Dinucci lets go of Liana and jumps up on the apron! Barnes turns and nails his co-owner straight between the eyes!
JG: Big mistake! He’s not allowed to do that!
DM: He is if it’s for the sake of one of his employees!
JG: DAMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIT!
Barnes turns around only to be smashed between the eyes with a steel chair! He drops to the ground like a fly… Revolution smirks and has a sick look in his eyes… Grabbing Barnes’ bad leg, he places it on the bottom rope and lifts the chair, edge down, into the air!
DM: HE’S GUNNA CRIPPLE THE PRESIDENT!
JG: FINALLY! YES! COME ON!
As the chair starts to come down, Revolution’s eyes cross… He drops the chair and drops to his knees in a huge amount of pain! Lia holds the hammer in her hand, firmly planted between the legs of Revolution!
DM: I wish I’d never eaten that hot dog…
JG: Nor me…
Barnes gets to his feet and holds the chair in his hand…
DM: 15 Seconds to go!
Revolution gets to his feet, Barnes rears back with the chair and smashes it into his face! Revolution falls to the ground flat on his back!
JG: 10 Seconds!
Lia makes the cover! 1… 2… DINUCCI GRABS THE REFEREE’S HAND!
JG: 5 SECONDS!
DM: THE REFEREE JUST POKED DINUCCI IN THE EYE!
3!!!!!
JG: NOOOOOOOOO!
The scoreboard stops on 14 minutes 58 Seconds!
WINNER AND FIRST SEEDED IN THE WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT – Liana
DM: What a great match that was, Jesy, took me back to the early days, having to cope with that asshole Jim Grande every week...
JB: Yeah I dunno how you survived him for so long, dude...
James Spyder is seen pacing back and forth in a back hallway. His eyes are flaring with absolute rage and impatience. Perhaps pacing isn't the correct word. It looks more like he's stalking, waiting for a victim. His vocal chords erupt with a long, raspy roar of beast-like fury. He begins to stalk a little quicker, but suddenly stops and looks up. Standing directly in front of him is Colin Zale, tapping his singapore cane against the palm of his hand as their eyes lock for what seems like a year before Zale speaks.
Zale: Afternoon Jim. I presume it’s safe to say that your Lion impression a few seconds ago has nothing to do with anything you ate.
In response, James simply shakes his head, his lip quivering with irritation.
Spyder: Absolutely. Maulprod now consists of... James Spyder, Slayne Demonio, and... Harmony Taylor. Tell me, Colin, is there something in this picture that just doesn't seem to fit? I feel like I'm on a page of one of those "What's Wrong With This Picture?" illustrations.
Zale stands silently for a few seconds without saying anything, he merely looks up into Spyder’s face in a manner that few could get away with. After a few seconds he stops slapping his Cane against his palm and slaps it hard into Spyder, laying it on his shoulder. Spyder stares down at it but makes no effort to move it, instead shifting his glare at Zale. Zale merely looks back at him with a calm expression.
Zale: Honestly Jim, I’m a little surprised at you. While I can appreciate your irritation at having a recruiting drive held without your input, your reaction is…how should I put this…somewhat atypical of you.
Spyder's expression changes from a glare to more of a look of confusion. He eyes Zale for a few seconds.
Spyder: Typical, Zale? I think the only typical characteristic about me is my typical lust for inflicting pain and receiving equal treatment that I give. How do you mean... typical?
Zale closes his eyes and shakes his head, drawing an even more confused expression from his friend and the current Bloodsport Champion. When he opens them they are followed by a stiff slap squarely across the face of the angry giant that stands before him. Spyder glares down at Zale with undisguised rage in his face. Initially the look draws indifference from Zale, only to be shortly replaced with a smile.
Zale: Clean the shit out of your ears Jim…and while you’re at it clean it out of your head too. I said atypical, as in “out of character”. I’m not sure what’s gotten into you, but you were never the brooding type before. You may be better inside the ring than you’ve ever been in your life, but upstairs something has been knocked loose. That probably has something to do with Slayne…amongst other things.
Spyder's response to this is surprisingly calm. His eyes shut for a few moments, before he opens them, seemingly peaceful and laid back. He nods.
Spyder: Well-put, Colin. And you're absolutely right. Perhaps I'm just a bit frustrated with the fact that Harmony was brought into Maulprod as a surprise. Though Slayne thought it would be a good idea to surprise me with something like bringing a new member into this, you and I both know, Zale, that I... of all people absolutely HATE surprises.
By this time, Spyder's calmness has turned to frustration once more. He stares into Zale's eyes, something not many can do as firmly as James.
Zale: Yes Jim, I know your affection for surprises and that little breach of etiquette is something that you have to settle with Slayne. That point aside you have never been a whiner, that label is one that I reserve for the less accomplished of my two students. You have two choices before you where your new situation is concerned Jim…
Spyder looks at Zale, his expression initially quizzical before changing to a smile.
Spyder: Fair enough... You're right again. Touchè. I'm definetly nothing like Draven. I'm not one to settle things by whining, but by doing physical damage to another man. And... since you seem to be so encouraging, Colin... why not help me out with this. Since Logan Omega ran with his tail tucked between his legs, as has Draven it seems, I propose a classic Colin Zale Vs. James Spyder match of violent brutality. I would be honored to exchange blow after blow with a mentor, a former enemy. Afterall, I'm still in search of my first pinfall over you. What say you to that, Mr. Extreme Icon?
Zale looks at Spyder with an un-phased expression for a few moments before his mouth curls up into a nasty smile.
Zale: Nice dig Jim. Nice dig. It’s nice to know you haven’t lost that wit, even though I hardly refer to myself by that moniker anymore. In response to both of our current forms of amusement being AWOL for Nuclear Winter I’d be happy to spend a good twenty minutes reliving nostalgia. After all…in spite of the infantile boasts of some on this roster there just ain’t anyone else on this roster who can dance the dance of destruction quite like we can. I’d be glad to keep tradition alive…if you know what I mean. Besides, even if you do beat me at least I can say that I did a good job with one of my students and losing to you would hardly be embarrassing. Oh…one other thing Jim…in regards to your other problem…
Spyder listens to this and smiles as only James Spyder can.
Spyder: In regards to my other problem, Colin... I guess if Harmony thinks she can tolerate the general morbid environment between Slayne and myself, she's as good as the rest of 'em. But, if she starts to get in the way of things and altering our plans as an alliance then I'll have to take care of the problem myself, which, as you know, I have no problem with. I've no problem inflicting pain on a female. Quite honestly, I couldn't care less what sex the victim is, as long as my craving is satisfied in the end. Did you have a suggestion, Colin?
Zale looks at Spyder and smiles clearly pleased that Spyder looks to have seen a certain degree of reason. He lifts his cane from Spyder’s shoulder and lays it back onto his own. He places a hand on Spyder’s shoulder and tightens his grip, pulling Spyder down until they are face to face. For this most people would have their faces removed, but Zale is not “most people” where Spyder is concerned, nor Spyder where Zale is. He stares Spyder straight in the eyes and smiles, his voice cold but still assertive.
Zale: Yes Jim I do. Simply put Jim here is your solution…you either deal with it or you deal with it. Understand ?
The expression on Spyder's face is both disturbing and intellectually determined. He takes a quick glance at Zale's singapore cane, the smile on his face broadening even more. He puts an arm around Zale's neck as though the two were best friends... a sick sight to say the least; two monsters seemingly best friends.
Spyder: I think this problem can be dealt with fairly easily. Now that I've taken it into thought, I think you and I both understand what the future holds. I say the future is ours, Colin... if you can count.
Zale smirks at this statement and laughs a chilling and disturbing laugh that draws the same from Spyder, although his is somewhat more animalistic.
Zale: Oh…I can count my friend. I can count. The question my friend is this…can everyone else, and if they can will they like the answer at the end of the equation.
The oh-so familiar maniacal roar of laughter from James Spyder echoes in the hallway. The two turn and walk down the dark hallway and continue to chat. As the two walk deeper into the hallway, and further away, the sound of Zale's cane can be heard tapping the walls next to him rhythmically, almost like a stalking phantom.
The camera cuts to the Purepaintron, and a pre-recorded message from the C.E.O. of Pure Pain Wrestling, Mr. Johnny Dinucci.
JD: My most memorable moment in the history of PPW...? There's so many to choose from. One of them has to be the Tower of Fear match from February 25... I have to hand it to the asshole, Quentin Barnes knew what he was doin' when he made that match. Absolutely fantastic evening for PPW and for wrestling as a whole. We made history, and my guy, Tre Crawford, won the first EVER PPW World championship match!
The crowds in the Texas Stadium boo at the mention of the name of "The Pinnacle of Perfection" Tre Crawford.
JD: But I'd say the best time of all was not so long ago - the PPW Ownership II match between Johnny Pyro and Draven - October 20 - PPW Bloodgames... Collectively, Johnny Pyro, Draven, Jim Grande and I screwed Quentin Barnes out of his position as president of PPW. Jim Grande was currently in charge of PPW as president, with myself as C.E.O. If Pyro won the match, then Quentin was reinstated as Prez, and he and myself would regain our 50%-50% ownership. However, if Draven won, then Grande would receive a 33% cut of the ownership rights, therefore all 3 of us owning 33% each. Turns out we had the whole thing planned, and Draven deliberately DQ'ed himself, allowing Jim and I to force Quentin out of the PPW...classic action!
The crowds erupt in jeers for JD as they relive the moments of Blooodgames just 2 short months ago.
JD: Now to my worst moment... I'd have to say my worst moment was when Quentin Barnes fought AND DEFEATED The Dark Lotus... I mean c'mon! Barnes is, like, 90... and won a match in his OWN FEDERATION?! That's a moment I care to forget immediately! Enjoy tonight's show anyway you losers...
The camera then cuts to commercial.
MATCH
2
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Debutante Match #1
Shane DeMusco vs. Harmony Taylor
We
cut to the PPW ring, where the next match awaits. Harmony Taylor is already
in the ring, waiting for the arrival of her opponent, Shane DeMusco.
DM: Look at the intensity on the face of Harmony Taylor…
JG: I think she wants to inflict some serious pain on DeMusco, and impress on her debut...
"DeMusco's Tune" begins and Shane struts out with his arms spread. He walks to the ring, sharing some banter with fans, preparing for his match.
DM: A very confident Shane DeMusco here, ladies and gentlemen.
JG: Damn right he’s confident! DeMusco is the best independent in the business right now…well, except for Harmony Taylor…
DM: So who’s your money on for this one?
JG: Money? I don’t have any money on either of them…I do have money on the Dolphins to win tonight though…
DeMusco darts towards Harmony, and hits her with a series of lefts and rights, almost knocking her off her feet!
DM: WHOA! Great start by DeMusco, he’s on fire!
DeMusco then follows up his onslaught of punches with a Hanging DDT, sending Harmony’s head crashing into the canvas! Shane then picks up Taylor, and tosses her into the corner. He then goes to the opposite corner and then charges at Harmony. But as DeMusco goes for a devastating Big Boot to the face, Harmony manages to roll across his shoulders and back, and out of harm’s way.
JG: She came close to decapitation there, Donny boy!
DM: Sure did! Great start to this match!
DeMusco sends his foot flying into the ring post, before clutching the injured limb and falling to the mat. Harmony takes this opportunity to capitalise, and hits Shane with a Bulldog, and goes for the cover…
1…
2…
kick-out by Shane DeMusco after the 2-count!
Taylor then gets back to her feet, and tosses Shane into the ropes, and hits a flying crossbody on the rebound!
DM: Taylor is starting to get the better of DeMusco now, Jesy…
JG: Yeah she is. Great execution of the crossbody there – she stretched her body out as far as she could, to allow for a wider surface area, to allow for better impact...
Donovan looks at Jesy rather surprised at his play-by-play comment. Blue looks back at Michaels, rather proud of himself.
JG: Yeah, see…didn’t know I was smart did ya?
DM: You’re not, Jesy…
Jesy Blue then shrugs his shoulders in agreement.
Meanwhile in the ring, Shane DeMusco is having trouble getting to his feet, whilst Harmony Taylor is lining up her next attack. As DeMusco eventually rises to his vertical stance, Taylor sends him crashing back down with a DDT!
Harmony then covers Shane again…
1…
2…
3! No! Shane managed to get the shoulder up in time!
DM: Close call there!
JG: DeMusco nearly lost in record time!
Harmony applies a T-Bone Suplex to DeMusco, then attempts another cover…
1…
2…
kick-out again by Shane DeMusco.
DM: Harmony Taylor wants this match in a big way, Jesy…
JG: Obviously, ass munch… Who WOULDN’T wanna win?!
Harmony Irish Whips DeMusco into the corner again, and then proceeds to climb, with DeMusco in-tow.
DM: Uh-oh…what’s Taylor got planned?
JG: I dunno, but it’s gonna hurt like hell! She's very strong compared to most other women around today...
Harmony wraps Shane's arm around her neck, and gets ready for the Superplex off the top rope. But DeMusco begins to fight back, with lefts and rights!
JG: YES!!! Fight it Shano, fight it!
DM: DeMusco now on the comeback trail!
DeMusco manages to cause Harmony to stall with the top-rope devastation, biding him enough time to push Harmony backwards to the mat! DeMusco then perches himself on the top rope and waits for Taylor to get up.
JG: Here it comes…
And as Harmony DOES get up, she is sent right back down with a Flying Clothesline from the top rope!
DM: Excellent aerial skills there by Shane DeMusco, a fantastic talent!
DeMusco then thinks about covering Harmony, but hesitates. He then changes his mind, and goes for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Again he considers the cover, and again he decides against it.
JG: He should have covered him right there, Michaels…
DM: Yeah I agree
Shane instead picks up Harmony, and issues a furious Sidewalk Slam!
He then goes for the cover…
1…
2…
3!!! It’s over!
DeMusco holds his arms up in victory, before referee Henman pushes them back down, and holds up 2 fingers to DeMusco, indicating that Harmony got her shoulder up before the 3-count!
JG: WHAT?! Damn you Henman, that was 3!
DM: Obviously not, Jim.
Shane DeMusco is furious with Henman and raises his arm to him. As he brings his arm down, it is caught mid-flight by Harmony Taylor, who then hits DeMusco with a Hurricanrana, into a Facebuster!
DM: WHAT A SHOT BY HARMONY!!! MY GOD!!!
Harmony goes for the cover on DeMusco…
1…
2…
kick-out by DeMusco in the knick of time!
DM: An epic encounter between these 2! Pin attempts here, there and everywhere, both superstars goin’ at it equally – a true classic!
Harmony picks up DeMusco again, and this time hits another Bulldog, sending Shane crashing to the mat.
JG: Hang in there, Shane!
Taylor then Irish Whips DeMusco and hits another Hurricanrana – this one knocks DeMusco through the ropes and to the outside!
DM: I think DeMusco may have been maimed, Jesy!!!
DeMusco lies motionless on the outside, while Harmony makes her way down the ring steps and over to her opponent’s wounded body. Harmony then positions the ring steps in a certain way, then picks up DeMusco.
DM: What’s she gonna do now?
JG: She’s gonna get her ass disqualified that’s what she’s gonna do!
DM: And the scary thing is – she doesn’t seem to care!
Harmony lines up DeMusco and the steps then positions DeMusco for a German Suplex, but Shane locks his leg in between Harmony’s, blocking the move completely! He then performs another Hanging DDT, launching Harmony’s head into the floor!
JG: Great counter move by Shane DeMusco – always thinkin’!
DM: DeMusco needs to put the action back into the ring if he’s to prevail in this match…
JG: DeMusco can disqualify himself if he wants to!
DM: Yeah, but you and I both know that Shane DeMusco doesn't seem like that kind of guy – he doesn’t shy away from a challenge, unlike some…
Michaels looks at Jesy.
JG: HEY!!! I'm injured, what do you want from me?!
DM: Jesy…
JG: Yeah?
DM: Match…?
JG: No thanks, Michaels, you’re no match for me, even now in my wounded state…
DM: No you ass clown, THIS match…DO YOUR JOB!!!
JG: Oh right…sorry…
DeMusco then picks up Harmony and tosses her under the bottom rope, back into the ring.
Before Harmony even gets a chance to THINK about her recovery, DeMusco hits her with a stunning Belly-to-Back Suplex, then goes for a quick cover…
1…
2…
Last gasp kick-out by Harmony Taylor!!! Great integrity!!!
JG: I can’t take any more of this…Harmony needs to just lay down…or get naked...
DM: Jesy...
JG: At the time it seemed the right thing to say…in my head at least…
DeMusco then gets a little more serious. He picks up Harmony and tosses her into the ropes. On the exchange, DeMusco hits a Big Boot. He then picks up Taylor again, and positions her head between his legs.
DM: Here we go, this could seal it right here…
DeMusco then hits the Rip on Harmony – a devastating Powerbomb!
JG: HE GOT IT!!! IT’S OVER!!!
DeMusco goes for the cover again…
1…
2…
…but Harmony manages to lift a stray leg and land it onto the bottom rope!
DM: NO!!! Harmony Taylor got the leg on the ropes!
JG: Oh screw you, Michaels…I’m gonna grab me some skins…
Back in the ring, Shane DeMusco tries to hit another Rip, but as he grabs Harmony’s head, Harmony hits a Low Blow, causing Shane to hit the deck holding his crotch.
DM: This match may be turning around again – now it’s Harmony Taylor who’s in control!
Harmony then falls to one knee momentarily. DeMusco is down and out, so Harmony has a little time to recuperate. Harmony manages to get to her vertical base, and approaches Shane. She picks up DeMusco and goes for a Roundhouse Kick to the face. But DeMusco catches Harmony’s foot in mid-air, which forces Harmony into an Enziguri! Harmony then follows the Enziguri into a Hurricanrana, as Henman drops to make the count!
1…
2…
quick kick-out by Shane DeMusco!
DM: Great series of moves there by Harmony Taylor, she almost had DeMusco’s number!
Harmony tries to go for Face the Music - her trademark Pedigree - but DeMusco counters it with a DDT! DeMusco then goes for a Power Clothesline, but Harmony manages to reverse the hold, and turns it into a Powerbomb position. She then hooks the arms of DeMusco, and hits the Pedigree!
DM: FACE THE MUSIC!!! FACE THE MUSIC!!!
Jesy Blue then re-emerges with a rather more chilled-out, mellow look on his face.
JG: Damn this – just when I thought things were gonna get better…
Harmony then covers DeMusco…
1…
2…
3!!! It’s all over!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – Harmony Taylor
The crowd, still buzzing after the last match they saw, are soon interrupted after the lights are shut off and by the words "Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the…FLOOR!" being screamed through the arena. A spotlight shines on the entrance, showing none other then The Dark Lotus.
JB: My god Donovan, do you know who that is?
DM: Yes, that’s former PPW and WsW Champion, The Dark Lotus. What is he doing here? And why has he got that title on his shoulder?
JB: I have no idea, but I wish they’d turn the lights on, I can’t find my bourbon.
The Dark Lotus walks up onto the apron after high-fiving the crowd on the way down. He steps over the top rope and into the ring. He looks around the arena seeing the fans on their feet, cheering the former PPW Champion, but a bit curious as to why he has the WsW Championship over his shoulder. The Dark Lotus walks over at the side of the ring and is passed a microphone. The Dark Lotus places the microphone up to his mouth and is met by cheers. The cheers end and The Dark Lotus puts the microphone back up to his mouth and starts to talk.
Lotus: Ladies and Gentlemen of Texas, The Dark Lotus is back! (pauses for cheers) Now first things first, this WsW Title. Ever since Jay V presented me it while I was still wrestling here, I had nothing but bad luck. So I figured it was time to throw this garbage away once and for all. After all, I’m PPW through and through, I don’t want any other feds title here, I want PPW gold. Now the reason I came back to PPW is a simple one. I was sitting at home and like every week, I was watching Mutilation on a Wednesday night when I saw all these new guys coming out, talking their shit and trying to wrestle. What I’m here to do is "help" these guys wrestle. I’m going to come to PPW Headquarters every week and sit out the back and wait for someone to come up to me and say "I want to face you this week" or if need be, I’ll walk up to a newbie and say "you and me in the ring now." Then we’d step out into this ring and I’d kick your ass all over the arena. This will happen week-in, week-out. That is until I have lost my ring rust, then I’m coming after the top dogs here in PPW. PPW, this is your warning. I’m back and I’m as hungry as I’ve ever been. Feel the Darkness.
The Dark Lotus drops the microphone and walks backstage to a huge reception as Mutilation’s 1 Year Anniversary Show cuts to ads for PPW Nuclear Warfare on Pay-Per-View.
We open up to a studio in Florida, there on camera is former President Quentin Barnes.
QB: Ladies and gentlemen, as you know I am not afforded the opportunity to be with you in the arena tonight. I’m at the studios in Florida and I’m here to tell you my views of the first PPW year…
The crowd pops at Barnes speech.
QB: I have 2 memories that could be called my greatest ever… My first memory would be the Tower of Fear that you will all see later on tonight. This match would go down in history as one of the greatest and most brutal matches of all time and it was a creation of my mind… As one half of the PPW Ownership I found it to be my duty to bring innovative television to your screens… And that I did!
The crowd go wild in anticipation of the match they will see later that night.
QB: My second memory is that of my first match in PPW. One on one with The Dark Lotus… My first match since my career was significantly shortened by WsW’s own Jay V… A match that I won… A match that I will be forever proud of.
The crowd clap in appreciation…
QB: My worst memory of PPW, however, took place at PPW’s LAST PPV. Bloodgames… Where I was blindsided by both Johnny Pyro and CEO Dinucci… I just hope that they realise that I never forget… I never forget… Ladies and gentlemen… Enjoy the show!
QB’s image disappears from screen as we fade to commercial.
MID-CARD
MAIN EVENT
STREET FIGHT
Mutilation Main Event - January 28, 2004
Krazy Kris vs. Draven
DM: Now for our mid-card main event folks... we go back to late January of this year, when Krazy Kris challenged Draven to an impromptu Street Fight, after Draven attacked Kris' girlfriend, Liana, the previous week...
The lights go out throughout the arena as Ozzy Osborne screams out "ALL ABOARD!" Spotlights flicker on and play across the crowd, until they catch the sight of someone pushing through the crowd. Dressed in black jeans, a Batman T-shirt, an pad on his left elbow, and a flowing black duster Trench coat, Krazy Kristopher reaches the barrier and leaps over. He jumps up onto the apron, then flips over the top ropes and lands in the middle of the ring, staring off into the crowd and grinning as Pyro goes off. He then makes his way to a corner of the ring and awaits his opponent.
DM: Kris waits in the ring now, I don’t know whether Selter’s is going to make it…
JG: That was some beating he took earlier!
DM: I know… In strange circumstances too!
As Kris stands in the ring, Eat You Alive By Limp Bizkit hits… The CEO of PPW, Johnny Dinucci, comes out onto the ramp looking very, very pissed… He stands on the ramp looking ring-wards with the microphone in hand.
JD: Kris… I could stand you being Side by Side with Quentin Barnes, I could stand you saving Liana from Draven’s clutches… But what I CANNOT stand Kris… Is YOU, trying to RUIN my tournament before it’s even started! You had a match in the first round tonight, and you ruined it with your senseless violence! Well I will NOT tolerate it Kris!
DM: What’s he talking about?
JG: I dunno… But I’m interested!
JD: Next week Kris, you will be in the Quarter-finals against The Dark Lotus… However, you will also take part in ANOTHER match… You will open next week in the First round of the Bloodgames Tournament!
DM: WHAT!?
JD: That’s right Kris… You will next week, be going one on one, in that first round… Against Adz!
Kris looks up the ramp bemused as to why he’s being forced to fight 2 matches in a night!
JD: And as for this week… Well… I haven’t QUITE decided yet…
QB: In that case I’m gunna make it real simple for ya…
The crowd explode as JD looks around before turning and walking backwards down the ramp. On the Purepaintron, is the face of Quentin Barnes… At home… In Austin, Texas… Live by satellite feed!
QB: I’m sorry to be so late, but we had a problem with the feed. And I’ve sat back and watched this crap all night… Dinucci making changes here, making changes there… It’s a load of horse crap!
The crowd explode, Barnes looks intense!
QB: I may not be here in person, but I sure as hell still have power round this place and I’m telling you that for tonight it stops!
Dinucci looks pissed as Barnes keeps talking!
QB: You will make no matches tonight, because after talking to the rest of the board of directors we’ve decided that you’ve gone a little power crazy… So, we’ve decided that from now on, you can not change any matches made by me… And I can’t change any matches made by you. Therefore, seeing as I have already made a match for the main event tonight, you can’t do a damn thing about it!
JD: Please Barnes… What makes you think I’ll listen to you when you’re not here to do anything about it? Not one person in this building tonight can go against anything I say because, quite simply, NO-ONE CAN TOUCH ME! I AM JOHNNY DINUCCI! CHIEF EXECUTIVE OPERATOR DAMMIT!
QB: I thought you may react like that Johnny… Which is why I’ve took it upon myself, at the say so of the board, to install… An… Enforcer of the rules… A man who can rule with an iron fist until I return at Battle For Supremacy. He wont be able to make matches, but he will have the power to kick anyone’s ass he sees fit for disobeying my rules… and he can quote the law of PPW… Even to you Johnny…
JD: But I…
QB: I’ve not finished… Tonight’s main event is simple, Kris… I’m granting you the opportunity to go one on one with ANYBODY backstage… I don’t give a damn who it is… I don’t care what type of match… Hell I don’t care if it IS a match… Just pick a fight if you want to…
JD: NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING THAT! I DON’T CARE! WRESTLERS DO NOT CHOOSE THEIR OPPONENTS! I DO!
QB: Hold on there Johnny Boy… That sounded like you were disobeying my rules?
JD: I don’t CARE…
QB: SHUT UP! If you think it sounded like JD was disobeying my rule, then make some noise!
The crowd explode…
QB: I thought so… Well… In THAT case… I’d just like to introduce you to the man who is my Temporary Enforcer of the Rules…
JD looks around and starts to walk further back until he bumps into someone behind him…
QB: KRAZY KRIS!
The crowd explode again as Dinucci turns only to be face to chest with Kris… Dinucci begins to shout that Kris can have any match he wants… Just to let him be... Dinucci walks slowly back up the ramp before turning and running away…
QB: Have a good match Kris…
Kris smiles and runs back to the ring and grabs the Mic. He looks out to the crowd before saying 3 very simple words…
KK: Street Fight… Draven…
DM: HOLY CRAP! A STREET FIGHT! WITH DRAVEN!
JG: No need to elaborate there!
The Great American Nightmare by Rob Zombie hits, and Draven makes his way out onto the ramp smiling sickly staring at Kris with every slow step down the ramp. Kris runs and slides out of the ring, gunning straight for Draven with rights and lefts… Some are blocked and reciprocated!
DM: A straight out brawl kicks off here!
JG: Obviously…
Kris gets the upper hand, knocking Draven 360 around… As he returns to facing Kris, The Krazy One hits a quick boot and a Snap DDT on the rampway! Draven flips over on his head and rolls down to the side of the ring!
DM: That was sick!
JG: That’s usually Draven’s style!
Kris walks over and looks under the ring, he finds a steal chair. As Draven gets to his feet, Kris throws the chair and Draven catches it. Kris runs forward and lifts a boot that smashes the chair against Draven’s face. He staggers back and leans against the steal post.
DM: Kris is intense here!
JG: He’s trying to avenge the attack on Liana last week!
Kris looks at the chair and Draven’s head… He looks at the chair again before taking a run and swinging it hard… It smashes solid against the post as Draven ducks out of the way… Draven nails Kris in the kidney’s with a right hand. Kris leans against the post and drops the chair. Draven moves back towards the steps. Kris turns and runs at Draven who, quickly drops a quick drop toe hold smashing Kris’s face into the steel!
DM: Kris could be busted wide open!
JG: Crimson Mask could be flowing!
Draven looks under the ring for more weapons. He finds a table, a fire extinguisher and a sledgehammer! He looks insane as a he turns the extinguisher on Draven, spraying him in the face blinding The Krazy One… Kris staggers around and feels a boot in the stomach before Draven delivers a Failed Reality on the mats!
DM: That could have done some internal damage here…
JG: He could be badly hurt!
Draven smiles as he grabs 2 chairs and sets them up on the top of the ramp, open with the seats together to make a platform. Draven slowly moves towards Kris who is getting to his feet… Draven manoeuvres Kris so his back faces the chairs and locks his hands around Kris’s waist!
DM: He’s going for the Extreme Reaction, Bomb!
JG: Ooooo good!
Draven tries to German Suplex Kris but he blocks… Draven tries again… Kris blocks it… He nails 2 elbows to Draven’s face, Kris spins out, kicks Draven in the stomach and hits a Piledriver on the concrete!
JG: DRAVEN could be busted open!
DM: Blood… Just what we need!
Kris drags Draven to his feet… the Krazy one slams Draven’s face into the ring apron before setting up the table outside of the ring! He rolls Draven on top of it and grabs the steel chair heading up to the top rope!
DM: What the hell has Kris got planned!?
JG: I have no idea!
DM: INSANE PAIN! INSANE PAIN! INSANE PAIN!
Kris smashes through Draven and the table with chair in hand! Draven rolls onto the ground kicking his legs in immense pain from the mixture of steel on his chest and splinters in his ass! Kris gets to his feet much to the praise of the fans!
DM: Draven is out cold… Kris is up! He’s destroying this crazy bastard!
JG: He’s surprised me!
Draven starts to move as Kris plays up to the fans! He slowly gets to his knees, Kris grabs a chair and turns to see Draven asking for shots with it… Kris picks up another chair… And beckons Draven to his feet. He throws the chair to his opponent. Draven drops his arms as Kris blasts him with the chair!
DM: Jesus Christ what a shot!
JG: But Draven’s still on his feet!
Draven rocks, but still has enough about him to swing the chair himself… Smashing against Kris’s skull as he staggers back… Kris rears his chair back and smashes Draven across the head… Then Draven returns the favour… and finally, this duel ends as they both swing the chair nailing each other in the side of the head as they both fall backwards… The duel taking them all the way up the ramp!
DM: THE CRIMSON MASKS! CRIMSON MASKS!
JG: Blood flows!
Draven moves first… Then Kris… They get to their feet! Draven steps back as Kris tries a clothesline! Draven ducks and spins, locking a waist lock around Kris’s waist, flipping him backwards into a German Suplex through the 2 open chairs!
DM: THAT WAS THE EXTREME REACTION!
JG: NICE!
Draven gets to his feet and starts to head back to the ring! He picks up the sledgehammer and turns just in time to see Liana with a bottle of water, pouring it over the fallen Kris to try and wake him up! Draven tries to speed up the return to the top of the ramp but can’t because of his exhaustion!
DM: Draven and Kris both in pain tonight!
Lia leaves the stage as Kris starts to wake up… He sees Draven with the sledgehammer in hand… Kris drags himself backwards past the crushed chairs to one of the large supports for the Purepaintron… He pulls himself up to his feet and turns around. Draven swings the Hammer backwards and then in Kris’s direction!
DM: OH MY GOD!
JG: KRIS MOVED!
DM: But that support has been badly damaged… That Purepaintron weighs a hell of a lot and only has one support and the cables supporting it from the roof!
Kris moves a long the entrance and leans against the other support. Draven lifts the hammer up again, and walks slowly towards Kris… He swings again!
DM: HE’S JUST TOOK OUT THE OTHER SUPPORT!
JG: The Purepaintron is hanging by those 3 cables!
The large screen starts to swing in the air as Kris falls to his back on the ramp…Draven lifts the hammer above his head over the helpless Kris! He starts to scream as he goes to bring the hammer down… A large creak is heard…
DM: Oh crap…
JG: The screen!
DM: Ladies and gentleman… We just wish to apologise in advance if we lose power… You see the screen that is about to fall is, in essence, a giant TFT monitor!
The centre cable snaps and the tron drops about 5 feet… leaving just 10 feet to the ground! Draven turns to see this as the second and third cable snap and the tron hits the ramp with a huge bang! It stays upright, leaning against the entrance-way!
DM: Jeez… that was a close call!
JG: I know… They could have been killed!
Draven’s sick smirk turns to a grimace as Kris’s foot moves upwards catching him square in the groin! He gets to his feet as Draven staggers… Kris moves back and nails a super kick sending Draven hard against the tron! He staggers forward as Kris runs and Superkicks Draven again, this time sending him through the Tron causing sparks to fly and the lights to go out for a moment!
DM: Can… can they still hear us?
JG: I don’t know…
DM: Draven is gunna be hurt here!
The lights return and Kris is on one knee… Bloody and battered… Liana comes out to his aid, along with Reg and Ernest… They help him up as the crowds go wild! Exploding and chanting his name!
DM: What an effort here by Kris defeating Draven!
JG: We may never see Draven again!
Crazy Train plays as Lia, Reg, Ernest and Kris stand arms raised! We cut to a camera backstage that is rushing to the scene of where Draven is! As they reach the rampway, the light from the arena shines through showing nothing bout shards of glass and electrical wiring. Draven is no-where to be seen…
We fade to black with Lia and Kris holding each other on the ramp…
JB: Man, I remember that match vividly... and if that only made mid-card main event on tonight's show, I can't even begin to imagine what out-did it to make main event!
DM: All will be revelaed, Jesy...
"Slither" by Velevet Revolver hits the PA system as C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci appears at the top of the ramp, to a chorus of boos. He slowly saunters down the ramp way and casually enters the ring via the steps. He grabs a microphone and awaits silence from the crowd.
JD: Ahem... Ladies and gentlemen, I am here tonight to make a very important announcement... regarding the Chairman of PPW. I know I've been away from PPW screens somewhat recently, and as you know I am in the process of shaming our current chairman here at PPW, with some devastating news about his sordid affairs earlier in his life.
The crowd boo Dinucci repeatedly.
JD: Alright, alright, pipe down...
Chants of "ASSHOLE" begin all around Irving.
JD: Anyway, I am here to announce that at Nuclear Winter, I will FORCE the chairman of PPW to resign his post, live on worldwide TV... and not long thereafter, a new chairman in the shape of Jim Grande, will be appointed...
"Slither" rehits the speakers as Dinucci approaches the steps again. But suddenly he turns around and shouts for the music to be cut.
JD: Wait, wait, wait, I almost forgot. While I'm out here, there's another "issue" I'd like to bring forward here tonight... regarding somebody closer to home... a certain mister Johnny Pyro...
Again the crowd boo for the fallen hero Johnny Pyro.
JD: Johnny, my man... what the hell is up with you?! I see you comin' out here week after week, doing your thing, but still you continually try and impress these inbred assholes each week!
CROWD: ASSHOLE!!! ASSHOLE!!! ASSHOLE!!!
JD: I mean c'mon man, what you doin'?! You're with Jim and I now, you don't need these fans anymore. Fans are very betraying, Johnny. They like you one minute, and the next they turn on you... just like they have to you... and yet you persistently come out here week after week trying to win back their praise and adoration?! What the Hell for?! They're nothing...
The PPW fans continue to persecute Johnny Dinucci.
DM: JD's lost his mind, Jesy... this is supposed to be a celebratory evening, and he comes out here and tries to pick a fight...
JB: Vintage Johnny Dinucci... some things about PPW will never change...
JD: Face it Johnny, since comin' back from that little injury of yours... you've kinda lost your edge... you're weak... you're failing... you had the potential to be something huge in PPW, a former World champion... and look at you now, fighting for every piece of praise and cheer you can grind out of this mindless audience... just to relive your "glory" days... Quit it Johnny, it's tired and it's weak... you're weak...
With that, "Slither" hits for the third time, and Johnny Dinucci exits the stage.
DM: Harsh words there by Johnny Dinucci, how will Pyro react?!
JB: And what about the PPW chairman?! Live at Nuclear Winter, he'll have to resign his post?! What the Hell has JD found out?!
MATCH
4
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Debutante Match #2
Sean Martin vs. Jack Hammer
DM: Ok folks, time for our second and final live match of the evening it's Debutante match number 2, as Sean Martin squares off one-on-one against Jack Hammer...
As the intro to "C'mon, C'mon" by The Von Blondies begins playing, we see flashes of Sean Martin's face from all different angles on the Purepaintron. The screen flashes in rhythm with the beat. Suddenly, as the song cuts in, pyros explode. Soon, a steady stream of bright, golden lights focus in on the entrway, where a shadowy outline of a person can be seen. Soon, the spotlights move away to reveal Sean Martin, standing there with his arms crossed and a cocky smirk on his face. He soon begins making his way to the ring, motioning for the crowd to stand up as he walks. When he reaches the ring, he slides in and goes to the ropes closest to the crowd. He climbs up onto the ropes, and yells out at the crowd. Martin backs away after a moment, and begins to await his opponent.
JB: Impressive intro there by Sean Martin, but does he have what it takes to defeat Jack Hammer...
DM: Well we're about to find out, Jesy...
The arena goes into darkness and the sounds of slipknot ring out thoughout the stage. Red lights start to strobe to the sound of the music, from a distance smoke can be seen coming from the side of the stage where a figure is rising.
Dressed in a red boiler suit, steel toe cap boots and carrying his faithfull spiked baseball bat in hand, Jack Hammers rises standing looking into space.
His greasy long hair over his face covers the pain of his tortured life, slowly turning and head for the ring he ignores the crowd and climbs into the ring.
The lighting strobes only on Jack Hammer leaving the rest of the stadium in darknes, smoke engulfs the ring and Bang it clears leaving jack hammer stood on the top rope looking out to the crowd.
He climbs down and the lights come on.
DM: And Hammer's intro wasn't too shabby either! Let's get down to the ring!
The bell rings as Jack Hammer and Sean Martin square off. Martin gets the early advantage with a DDT followed up with a Snap Suplex. He goes for an early cover...
1...
2...
...kick-out by Jack Hammer.
DM: Good pace to this match so far, Blue... I can see these guys goin' far in PPW.
JB: Yeah I agree. I remember hearing the name Jack Hammer a little while ago, never thought we'd see him in PPW!
Martin then sets to work, pummelling Hammer with fierce kicks….he then stops and allows Hammer to get up to his knees before delivering a back body drop. Martin picks him up and tosses Hammer into the ropes, only to be levelled by a tremendous running clothesline.
JB: Idiot should have kept him grounded…he had a better chance winning the match that way…
DM: Do I sense hostility Jesy?
JB: Maybe…
Hammer picks Martin up and tosses him into a corner...then runs and jumps up into a body splash on the upper body of Martin. He repeats this two more times and backs up again…
DM: Great splashes by Jack Hammer!
JB: Indeed!
Hammer runs full steam at Martin, jumps up and hits a Spinning Chokeslam…only to have Martin take the impact, wrap his arms under his arm and around his head, and hits a beautiful overhead Belly-to-Belly suplex!
DM: This could be it!
JB: Sonofa…that was a wrestling move, and a beauty!
1, 2, SHOULDER UP!! Hammer rolls up the right shoulder and the match continues on. Martin allows Hammer to get to his feet, only to knock him down with a Backbreaker… he again allows him to get to his feet, again to knock him down once more, but this time with a jumping front kick.
DM: He’s just playing with Hammer now…
JB: It’s gonna cost him…egotistical ass munch…
Martin allows Hammer to again reach his feet, then goes for a shuffle side kick, which Hammer ducks around. Hammer turns around and nails Martin with three stiff right hands, then a quick kick in his midsection and goes for what looks like a neckbreaker into a version of the Ace Crusher. Martin counters it by sweeping the leg and snapping on a sharpshooter/camel clutch!
DM: He could be attempted his trademark…the Dominator Clutch!
JB: Listen to the crowd Don…no one cares…
The crowd is pretty much giving a mixed reaction… Hammer wiggles out of the Dominator Clutch and locks on a choke hold and brings Martin’s face crashing into the mat!
DM: WHAT A DEVASTATING SHOT!
The ref counts….1…..2…FOOT ON THE ROPE! Hammer looks stunned…then picks up and places Martin’s head between his legs, facing the mat…he backs up into a corner, lifts Martin up into a powerbomb position…and starts running…Martin squirms up, turns around, and latches on a sleeper hold as Hammer’s momentum and shock causes him to slam full into the corner. Martin uses the bounce to throw his feet back and slam the back of Hammer’s head into the canvas. He then quickly gets to his feet… he signals to the crowd… who start to respond positively…
JB: Big mistake…
DM: He could be going for the End Game…
Martin turns his attention back to the ring… only to be slammed in the stomach by a stiff right hand from Hammer… Hammer wraps his arms around his head and goes for another choke hold! Martin blocks by holding onto the buckle!
DM: Hammer pulls Martin off the ropes and whips him into the ropes!
JB: He ducked the clothesline Michaels!
Hammer hits Sean Martin with another Spinning Chokeslam, this time he climbs the top rope, and launches his two fists into Sean Martin’s face!!!
JB: THE HAMMER!!! THE HAMMER!!! IT’S OVER!!!
The camera then pans out to the ramp way, where Johnny Pyro can be seen darting towards the ring!
DM: What in the Hell is Pyro doin’ out here?!
JB: I have no idea, but he looks pissed!
Pyro enters the ring as Hammer gets to his knees for a pinning position. Pyro picks Jack Hammer up, hits a swinging neckbreaker, but follows it through with a front face lock into a DDT!!!
DM: THE DISCO OF FIRE!!!
JB:
It’s a Bloodgames match, Michaels…anything goes!
Pyro then slides out of the ring, leaving Jack Hammer in a bloodied mess.
Sean Martin then gets back to his feet, oblivious as to what just went down.
He then sets up Jack Hammer and hits the End Game – his own version
of the RKO!!
DM: END GAME!!!
Martin goes for the cover…
1…
2…
3!!!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Sean Martin
JB: Sean Martin won the match thanks to Johnny Pyro!!!
DM: But what was Pyro’s objective here?! Is he reacting to the comments made by C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci?! I’m confused!
We head backstage to the office of President Mike Melling. He’s sat on the edge of his desk looking at paperwork.
MM: Welcome to my office! I’m here this evening to discuss PPW’s year in review… I’ve been a fan of PPW since the moment the first show hit our screens and I’ll be a fan until the day I die…With that being said I have some moments that I consider to be the best and worst of PPW’s year in review… PPW’s worst moment of all was the match that took place between Jim Grande and Quentin Barnes… 2 old bastards that no-one cares about trying to recreate former glories and failing miserably… How Johnny Dinucci allowed that to happen I will never know… However, my greatest PPW moment was the night that I was installed as PPW’s President… Finally, a true businessman at the helm of the company that needed steering in the right direction! The greatest moment in PPW’s history is me… President Mike Melling! And on that note… I feel it fitting after the earlier little… Tête-à-tête… That I announce that at Nuclear Winter… James Spyder will defend his Bloodgames Title against none other… than Colin Zale… I thank you very much!
Melling’s image fades out as we fade to a commercial.
MAIN
EVENT
TOWER OF FEAR - PPW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
First EVER Pay-Per-View Main Event - Battle for Supremacy
- February 25, 2004
Tre Crawford vs. Krazy Kris
JB: What a match this was, viewers! The first EVER Tower of Fear match in history, at PPW's first EVER PPV, Battle for Supremacy! Enjoy this PPW exclusive!
The ominous 40 foot high structure hangs in the air over the ring, just 5 feet above the top ropes. Enough room for the 2 opponents to step into the ring, but low enough to be quickly lowered once the 2 men are in the ring.
DM: An epic battle is about to begin, 2 men who have fought hard to get to the point they are at today in this hellacious, sick match from the mind of Quentin Barnes…
JG: You know he made me fight him in a Triple Cell once!? We nearly died…
DM: Ahhhh… The good old days!
The lights go out throughout the arena as Ozzy Osbourne screams out "ALL ABOARD!" Spotlights flicker on and play across the crowd, until they catch the sight of someone pushing through the crowd. Dressed in black jeans, a Batman T-shirt, an pad on his left elbow, and a flowing black duster Trench coat, Krazy Kristopher reaches the barrier and leaps over.
DM: Krazy Kris’s path to the final was dogged… After putting Blake Selters out of action, he went on to beat The Dark Lotus and, some would say controversially, William Stone in the semi finals. His previous encounter with Tre Crawford saw him on the losing side, mainly in part to our CEO.
JG: *Cough* LOSER *Cough*
He jumps up onto the apron, then flips over the top ropes and lands in the middle of the ring, staring off into the crowd and grinning as Pyro goes off. He then makes his way to a corner of the ring and awaits Tre Crawford.
DM: And here comes a man who has been on one HELL of a roll as of late…
Made you look by Nas blares over the PA as the lights dim to nothing but a very pale shade of silver. The crowd reaction is not pleasant because they know who is on his way to the ring. As he steps out onto the entrance ramp with a look of determination on his face, he puts his head down seemingly ignoring the crowd reaction. While his head is down the camera focuses over the Purepaintron and it reads Perfect Weapon in glittery silver lettering, then goes into one shot of a Silencer being delivered.
DM: Tre’s path to the final took him on a path that proves his worth as a challenger for this title. His victory against Smasher was a simple one, however his victories against Liana and Jesy Blue were hard fought, his match against Liana being considered a match of the year candidate.
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.
DM: Typical Crawford…
JG: That’s why I like him!
DM: Don’t forget ladies and gentleman, the winner of this match already knows who the No. 1 contender for the title is…
Tre and Kris stand facing one another as the ring crew slowly lower the heavy metallic cage around them. From the walls hang the 8 weapons that could seal their fate tonight. From the first level hangs a Singapore Cane and a Steel chair… From the second level hang a baseball bat and a glass rod… From the third level hangs a double ended bull whip and a sledgehammer and finally, on the top level… A medieval mace and an electric cattle prod.
DM: Some deadly weapons hang from these deadly walls… Which one could turn the tables…
JG: No… No… There are no tables…
DM: Go get your head checked…
As the bell rings both men have the same idea. Kris jumps out of the left hand side of the ring and Tre to the right, they stand on a platform of solid grate metal... KK grabs the Singapore Cane and TC the steel chair. They turn to face each other… Both holding weapons, then circle the ring. Neither man wanting to make a mistake…
DM: Cautious start to this match… neither man wants to lose!
JG: This sucks… Let me in there…
DM: Bomb, sit down… Could we get some medical attention for this guy!?
The Bomb sits down as the match EMT’s come to check on him… before long, they signal that he needs to go backstage as he has concussion! Back in the ring Tre and Kris have slowly entered the ring… Kris swings the cane but Tre blocks it with the chair… Again Kris swings and again Tre blocks.
DM: Tre is doing well to block the cane away from his head with that chair.
Kris lifts the cane up in the air and swings it down towards Tre’s head. He holds the chair up to block the shot before swinging his right foot north between KK’s thighs!
DM: Ohhh that’s gotta hurt!
Kris drops the cane as Tre slowly moves into position. He picks up the cane and smashes it down onto the back of Kris who rolls over onto his stomach, arching his back in pain. Tre smiles as he nails Kris twice more in the stomach, as the bamboo slices into Kris’s flesh!
DM: This match is absolutely SICK!
As The Bomb is slowly walked backstage, Johnny Dinucci walks down to ringside holding the PPW Title! He smiles as Tre drops the cane and picks up the chair. JD makes his way over to the announce position and sits down. Tre smiles a sick smile as he considers his next move… his next thing to do with the chair… He drags Kris up by the hair and whips him off the ropes…
JD: YEAH! COME ON TRE!
DM: What are you doing here… Sir?
JD: We need a colour commentator don’t we!?
Tre swings the chair on Kris’ rebound, but the Krazy one ducks the shot with the chair and turns on a penny. He lifts his right foot and connects with the jaw, sending it back into Tre’s face!
DM: AWESOME SHOT BY KRAZY KRIS!
JD: Remember who you’re sat next to…
Tre merely surprised jumps to his feet but is caught in the face with a large boot. Kris stomps the sole of his boot into the side of Tre’s head as he slowly gets to his knees… Kris capitalises by snapping a DDT on the mat! He drags Tre up again and throws him over the top rope… Tre landing hard on the steal!
JD: TRE GET UP!
DM: I thought this was commentary, not cheerleading…
JD: Do you know who signs your checks?
DM: QB so it says…
JD: I… You… You’re fired…
DM: We’ll see…
JD: What the…
Kris steps through the ropes and leans Tre against the steal! He whips Tre at the ropes, and on the rebound spins into a Powerslam, smashing Tre’s spine hard into the steal cage wall!
DM: GREAT SHOT BY KRIS!
JD: I said you were fired!
Kris looks down on the fallen body of Tre on the steel and looks to the top rope… He climbs slowly and dives off with the Insane Pain!
JD: HA, HA, HA! HE MISSED!
There is a sickening thud as Kris’s body hits the metal and Tre rolls under the bottom rope. Kris doesn’t move as Tre slowly crawls across the ring. He grips the chair in his hands and uses it to get to his feet. Kris slowly starts to move. He grabs the ropes and starts to drag himself to his feet as Tre is stood up straight. Tre moves across the ring and climbs to the middle rope. Kris pulls himself to the top rope and hangs over. Tre jumps into the air and brings the chair down on the back of Kris’ head springing him up into the air back down on the steel!
JD: GREAT MOVE TRE! KEEP IT UP!
DM: Ew… Dude… You’re worse than Bomb!
JD: I’m sure I fired you!
Tre stands up… After that brutal shot, Kris lies on the ground in a star shape. Tre goes to climb out of the ring, weary… He trips and falls driving his head into Kris’ groin! Tre gets to his knees with a look of feigned regret!
DM: OH COME ON!
JD: HE TRIPPED!
Tre gets back into the ring and plays to the crowd as Kris lies in the foetal position! He slowly begins to look at the chain ladder to the next level as Kris begins to stir. He rolls under the bottom rope and begins to pull himself up as Tre ascends the ladders. Kris takes hold of the Singapore Cane and staggers over to Tre. He smiles out to the crowd as he places the cane between Tre’s legs and lifts it sharply! A groan is heard from every male in the arena…
DM: Ow…
JD: IS KRIS NOT A MAN!? PLEASE…
Tre falls backwards, his head hitting the mat… Kris grabs the steal chair and reigns shot after shot after shot down on Mr. PPW’s prone body! At which point, Kris grabs the chair and climbs to the top rope. He screams as he jumps through the air with the Insane pain.
JD: Oh…
DM: My…
Both: GOD!
They both say as the chair drives the air out of Crawford’s lungs. Kris doesn’t move for a moment… The adrenaline begins to run short of supply. Tre lies almost motionless holding his ribs. Kris moves… He crawls to the ladders and pulls himself up. He starts to climb as Tre starts to stir. As Kris reaches the next level he rests against the side of the cage. Tre starts to climb. The 6 foot gap in the centre of the ring is small but enough for one, or both men to tumble through to some pain…
DM: They’ve reached the next level… Here we have a baseball bat and a glass rod!
JD: It’s kind of you to do this job for free…
DM: Seeing as I’m fired, I just thought I’d tell you that you’re a despicable, disgusting, contemptible sex pest!
JD: HEY! I RESENT THAT! Bomb is a sex pest… not me…
Tre reaches the next level… The 2 men look across at each other knowing they have some way to go until this match ends. They both get to their feet and begin the second phase with a series of right hands Kris takes control over Tre who, had this match been under regular rules, may have lost his chance by now! Kris whips Tre into the cage… Tre arches his back in pain as he walks out… Kris takes advantage by nailing a Superkick, sending Tre into the wall again, as he bounces out Kris nails an Evenflow DDT!
DM: KRAZY TRAIN ON THE STEEL!
JD: Great jackass…
Kris again lies motionless taking a breather. As he does move, he looks towards the ladders for the next level. He grips the first rung and starts to climb as Tre moves… Tre reaches for the cage and uses it to pull himself up. As he grasps for something to support him, his hand finds the Baseball bat! He pulls himself up and releases it. Gripping it in both hands he runs and swings, catching Kris in the stomach! Kris falls and his head bounces off the steel!
JD: Yeah! That’s Tre… MY BOY!
DM: I thought Stone was your boy!
JD: I have many boys!
DM: Least with Bomb it was all girls…
JD: I… You… We… YOU’RE FIRED DAMMIT!
Tre staggers back and drops the bat. As he staggers his heel feels no metal… He struggles to hold on as he leans further towards the large hole cut into the steel! As he almost loses his footing he makes a grab for the ladder… Preventing himself from falling…
DM: That was close Dinucci… You’re boy almost dropped a level!
JD: Sure, like that was gunna happen!
Tre swings on the ladder leading to the next level. He gets his footing back on the steel as Kris gets to his feet holding his stomach. Tre runs at his opponent but is dropped with a drop toe hold. His face grates against the steel causing a large graze on his face.
DM: That doesn’t look too good…
JD: Are you going to leave or what!?
As Kris drags Tre up and repeatedly mashes his face against the metal, The PPW President makes his way down to ringside, still in his wrestling gear. He heads over to the announcers desk and takes a seat.
QB: Looks like Kris is kicking some ass right Michaels!?
DM: Sure does boss!!
JD: Boss? I just fired you!
QB: Really? Well in that case I need to introduce you to our new Play By Play man with an IRON CLAD contract… Which means he can say what he likes and not get fired… Donovan Michaels!
JD: What in the f…
Back in the Tower Of Fear, Tre is on his knees crawling around the ring… The graze on his forehead even deeper, his skin left against the steel. Kris slowly but surely walks to the baseball bat and lifts it up. He moves, as quickly as possible, around towards Tre. He lifts the bat up and slams it down, making a horrific sound on the metal!
DM: Tre moved!
QB: DAMMIT!
JD: Ha, ha!
QB: Who are you Jeff Jarrett?
Tre scrambles to his knees and grabs the glass rod. He falls back to the ground and continues to roll as Kris continues to aim shot after shot at his opponent. Finally, Tre rolls onto his stomach as Kris slams the bat down. He holds the rod up to block the shot. The bat collides with the glass which shatters, sending shards of glass all over the floor of that level! A sickening yell of pain is heard followed by blood dripping from above! Tre Crawford holds his face before Kris rolls him over to see a piece of glass imbedded into his right cheek!
DM: OH MY GOD!
JD: THAT’S SICK!
QB: Duuuuuuude!
Kris slowly moves backwards, the glass on the ground around him making it slippery. The blood cascades down Tre’s face. Crawford gets to his knees his hand in his pocket, he stops yelling and starts beckoning Kris on. As Kris walks over, Tre lifts his right hand up to the groin! Kris’ eyes cross and he falls backwards on the edge of falling a further 10 feet to the ring!
QB: A LOW BLOW!
JD: And what!? THAT my friend, was the Gangsta Rap Nut Tap!
Tre gets to his feet, his face a dark shade of red as he drops a pair of Brass Knucks to the ground! He slowly starts to take control again, lifting the baseball bat into both hands. He moves to where Kris is lying. He drops to his knees and starts trying to choke his opponent with the bat. Kris wraps his legs around Tre’s waist and flips him over… Kris pushes the bat down towards Tre’s throat as Tre uses the power in his legs to Monkey Flip Kris over and down through the hole!
DM: HOLY CRAP HE COULD BE DEAD!
JD: Let’s hope so!
QB: No such luck… He held on to the ladders!
Kris’ hand is wrapped around one of the rungs of the ladders. Tre gets to his feet and starts to climb to the next level! Kris climbs up to the second Level as Tre reaches the 3rd. From there, Tre proceeds to head straight for the next weapon. He grabs the sledgehammer and turns to see Kris reaching the 3rd level also, on the other side of the cage however.
DM: Smart move by Kris, climbing up the far side to give Tre less of an advantage.
JD: As if he thought of that himself!
Kris reaches the other side of the cage and takes hold of the bullwhip.
DM: This bullwhip makes whipping twice as easy, and twice as fast, a front hand and backhand whip are both possible with the ends of the whip being able to cause deep lacerations!
JD: Thanks for that numb-nuts…
Kris whips across the cage but is short of hitting Crawford who continues to hold the sledgehammer in both hands. A stalemate ensues, neither man wishing to take a chance, no man wishing to make a mistake. Finally, both men realise that the chances of winning like this are low and make a run for it! Kris double whips Tre causing 2 deep cuts to his arms as the momentum of Tre’s swing with the hammer takes the head of it deep into Kris’s stomach!
DM: 3 hard shots with each weapon here!
QB: This match is cool… I have such great ideas…
JD: You… I… SHUT UP!
Kris lies motionless on the cold, hard steel as Tre gets up favouring the cuts. He now has 3 deep cuts all pouring blood. The taste of his own blood in his mouth inspires Tre as he screams and pulls the large piece of glass out of his face. He puts all of his weight on Kris’ torso and proceeds to carve large gapping holes into his opponent’s face! The blood starts to flow as Tre cuts the forehead and cheeks of Kris who can only call out in pain.
DM: What the hell is Tre signalling for!?
JD: I don’t know but it looks…
QB: VERY MUCH LIKE HE WANTS TO SLIT KRIS’ THROAT!
DM: HOLY SHIT!
Tre lowers the glass to the side of Kris’ throat and digs the glass into his neck! Kris’ eyes open wide. As Tre starts to move the glass across cutting deep into the neck, Kris grabs Tre’s arm with both hands and wide eyes. Tre continues to push as Kris finally gets the glass away from his neck! The crowd boo at Tre’s attempts to damn near kill Kris. Kris looks to the side and reaches for the sledgehammer… From where he lies he grabs it with 1 hand and smashes it into Tre’s ribs causing him to drop the glass. He sits upright and grasps his ribs as Kris takes hold of the hammer with 2 hands and smashes it into his opponents chest!
DM: That’s a sick shot by Kris!
JD: THAT’S BECAUSE KRIS IS SICK!
QB: WHAT THE HELL!? TRE’S JUST TRIED TO KILL HIM FOR GOD SAKE!
Kris slowly moves as he lifts the bullwhip from the ground. He summons all of his strength to whip at Tre… But something holds him back. He looks up to see the whip wrapped around the upper level! Tied with the whip that he just used. Tre shuffles underneath Kris and lifts his boot, again catching Kris Square in the groin. Crawford then picks up the Sledgehammer, and lines up as Kris drops to his knees!
DM: What the hell is Tre planning on doing here!?
QB: He can’t be gunna nail Kris with the damn sledgehammer is he!?
JD: Let’s hope so…
QB: You know what, I’m getting fed up of your crap!
JD: Really!?
Barnes and Dinucci stand up at ringside as Tre smashes the head of the Sledgehammer straight into the forehead of the fallen Krazy Kris. The crowd turn up a notch as Barnes and Dinucci argue outside of the ring! Tre looks around and then down out of the cage to see what exactly is going on! Barnes looks down as Dinucci says something before swinging a right hand and catching Dinucci square in the jaw knocking him out!
DM: WHAT A SHOT BY BOTH TRE CRAWFORD AND BARNES!
Crawford looks down upon QB who looks up at Tre. He waves mockingly as he nails JD in the head multiple times! Tre turns and starts to climb the ladder, the distraction, however, allows Krazy Kris to stir. He wearily gets to his knees as Crawford stands surveying the scene.
DM: Tre has a huge decision to make, does he risk trying to escape or does he ambush Kris? And try and send him back down to level 1… SURELY allowing Tre to get the victory!?
Tre decides to go for option 1 and begins his accent of the cage. Krazy Kris grabs the sledgehammer and throws it up to the next level! Tre reaches the top of the cage just as Kris reaches the final level of the Tower of Fear! Tre stops for a moment, and looks out to the crowd… He mimics a title around his waist, mocking Kris. The Krazy One is up though, which Tre does no realise!
DM: Tre celebrated too early! Kris has his foot!
QB: Sorry about that Donovan, I had to put out the garbage…
Tre looks down to see Kris on the final level holding his leg! He tries to kick out at Kris who just holds on… Dragging Tre back down to the steel! Tre drops to his feet as Kris swings a right hand connecting with the side of Tre’s head… Tre staggers and nails a shot of his own… Kris reels back and swings, nailing Tre again… And then hits a further shot! Tre staggers backwards as Kris runs and clotheslines him down to the steel!
DM: Kris is taking control…
QB: I know…
DM: How do you know?
QB: A) He’s my chosen champ… and B) I’m watching the damn match… Maybe I should have left you fired!
Kris looks up from the ground to see the medieval mace hanging from the cage… He slowly but surely drags himself up, tired, weary and bloody, Kris holds on to the side. Tre on the other hand has crawled to where the Sledgehammer lies. He grabs the hammer and, also, slowly begins to stand. They both reach their feet and stand 10 feet away from each other… Tre holding the sledgehammer, Kris the mace! A standoff ensues… and after a while they both scream and swing. The metal head of the sledgehammer hits the head of the mace! A clang is heard and for a while each shot with either weapon is blocked with the other!
DM: This could be dangerous, there is just 3 feet of steel to stand on up there!
QB: It’s always dangerous in that ring, but right now I think we’re at the most dangerous.
Kris and Tre swing again, with the heads of the 2 weapons colliding again… This time both men fly back and the sledgehammer falls 30 feet and dents the ring!
DM: That could have been Tre’s head Mr. President!
QB: Too bad…
DM: He’s worth a lot of money…
QB: And he’s a huge pain in my ass…
Kris moves again… He winds his fingers around the steel and pulls himself up… 15 feet away, Tre is picking himself up. Looking down he reaches up and his hands touch something metallic and large… He looks up and smiles!
DM: Looks like Tre’s found the cow prod!
QB: Let’s make sure everyone understands what this fucker does… It has 2 settings… Stun and Kill… I’m sure you understand the rest!
Kris stands… Mace in hand… Using the walls of the cell to support his weight… Suddenly, he feels something jab into his kidney’s… And shooting pains throughout his entire body! He drops again to the ground and can’t move! The mace in his hand remains as his fingers grasp it without him being about to do anything about it!
DM: DAMMIT! Kris could be paralysed!
QB: He will be for about 30 seconds! It doesn’t effect humans as badly as cows…
DM: How do you know that!?
QB: Where you think I got the damn thing?!
Tre looks down on his fallen opponent… And heads towards the cage wall. He goes to un-strap the harness on the prod… Before looking back at Kris on the ground.
DM: NO! NO! COME ON NO MORE!
It takes Tre a while to re-adjust the harness… And when he does, he changes the settings to kill… He starts to laugh maniacally as he stands over Kris’ paralysed body! He motions a title around his waist before looking down. At the same time, Kris feels the ability to move return to his limbs. As Tre lifts the prod up to strike Kris again, The Krazy One swings his right arm, smashing the mace deep into Tre’s stomach! Tre staggers back and looks down to see 5 large holes in his stomach… the blood drips down as he falls to his knees on the edge of the Tower… The Prod still attached to his arm.
DM: SICK SHOT BY KRIS!
QB: GO DUDE!
Kris gets to his feet and backs up, he takes a run up and boots Tre in the face! Mr. PPW falls backwards and over the edge of the top layer! Kris, not checking where exactly Tre fell, turns and puts his hands on the cage… He attempts to climb.
DM: Tre never hit the ring!
QB: He must’ve landed on a higher level!
But unlike it was told, Tre had fell backwards, but held on to the only thing he could find… The Bullwhip, still attached from earlier… Tre pulls himself back up, and calls to Kris who turns around, still holding the steel
TC: WESTSIDE!
He slams the prod against the tower, electrifying the steel! Kris shudders volts of electricity fire through his body… Tre holds the prod against the steel for about 10 seconds before dropping it to the ring below where it smashes into bits. He pulls himself up as Kris staggers backwards involuntarily… Tre stands… He turns and nails the Silencer on Kris! Kris hits the steel and rolls off… He hits the lower level! He rolls off that level down to the next! And finally, rolls off the lowest level hitting the ring below!
QB: SON OF A BITCH!
DM: TRE’S ON THE TOP LEVEL ON HIS OWN!
Kris lies motionless in the centre of the ring. Tre scales the wall of the top level… He hangs his leg over the side of the cage and starts to descend the metal chain ladder on the other side! JD, unnoticed for the remainder of the match, jumps up and down in joy, he grabs the title off the announcers table, unable to be stopped by Barnes… He runs around to the other side of the ring as Tre’s feet hit the ground and Made you look hits! The Ring Announcer stands up!
THE
WINNER OF THE MATCH - Tre Crawford
Tre Crawford is the first ever PPW World champion
DM: And so Tre Crawfod was PPW's first EVER World champion... and what an extraordinary match that was...
JB: I'm actually a bit pissed at the PPW production team, Michaels...
DM: Why's that?
JB: Because I've been in some great matches here in PPW, and I've never had recognition, and never won a title!
DM: ...Sorry Jesy, what was that you were saying...?
Jesy Blue gets up from his announce position and walks away up the ramp.
DM:
Join us at Nuclear Winter, folks - Wednesday, December 29 - the last show
of 2004! Goodnight!
FADE
TO BLACK