MUTILATION
RESULTS
Date:
Venue: Arco Arena
Location:
OPENING
MATCH
BLOODGAMES
MATCH
STIPULATION
TO BE DECIDED BY JESY BLUE
Undead
Warrior vs. Blaze
DM: Well folks, Jesy has made his way up into the ring to make his announcement of the stipulation he has chosen. Over to Mr, Blue.
JB: Thank you, Donny boy. Now then folks, are you ready for an intense, insane, white-knuckle ride of a match?!
Crowd: HELL YEAH!
JB:
Well then here you have it, because tonight, live from
"Slither" by Velvet Revolver hits the speaker system as C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci make shis appearance at the top of the stage area.
JD: There won't be a match...
The fans, and Blue, look confused.
JB: What you talkin' about asshole, I'm just about to announce the stip.
Dinucci looks back at Jesy.
JD: No, ASSHOLE, there isn't gonna be a match between Undead Warrior and Blaze tonight... I don't know whether any of you heard, but Blaze has left the company...
DM: What? Blaze has quit PPW?!
The fans look somewhat bemused.
JD: Yeah that's right, he is no longer on the PPW payroll. We released him this morning. The match is cancelled. Good evening to you all.
"Slither" hits again as Dinucci departs. Jesy Blue returns to his ringside spot with Michaels.
JB: No match then... Blaze was released?!
DM: First I've heard, Jess.
JB: Well then, Dinucci's on the ball tonight. No messin' around...
MATCH CANCELLED
MATCH
2
REGULAR
SINGLES MATCH
Shane
Kast vs. Tittiana
DM: Jesy, it's time for another Pure Pain Wrestling extravaganza! Are you ready?
JB: I don't know. I just ate about twenty pounds of leftover chicken from last night.
DM: ...
JB: I know. I found it in the dumpster, out back.
DM: ...Oh. Well, let's get things started, shall we?
JB: Sounds like a plan.
"Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach begins to blare through out the entire arena as blue and red lights begin to flash to the music a thin mist begins to fill part of the entrance way, as the main guitar hits again Shane Kast walks out from behind the curtain. He then stops at the top of the ramp and raises his arms to the shoulder length as the entire arena erupts with cheers, Shane then begins to make his way to the ring area when Shane slides into the ring he jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms to shoulder length again and the arena erupts with cheers again.
JB: Here comes one huge egomanic.
Good Charolotte's "The Anthem" begins and as the main beat hits, Tittiana busrts through the curtains in a full run, diving and sliding under the bottom rope into the center of the ring. She hops up to her feet and jumps onto the second turn buckle facing the crowd cheering her, dancing to the beat of the song, then goes to the other corner of the ring, dancing still. Finally stopping back in the middle of the ring and pointing to the camera as Tittiana and the crowd sing along to the chorus of the song. "I DON'T EVER WANNA BE YOU. DON'T WANNA BE JUST LIKE YOU. THIS IS THE ANTHEM, THROW ALL YOUR HANDS UP! YOU... DON'T WANNA BE YOU!"
JB: There they are! There they are, Donovan! The titties!
DM: Yes, yes. Everyone sees.
JB: The only woman in PPW, god I love the women!
DM: I bet.
The bell rings and the two lock up, with Shane Kast immediately applying a headlock. Trying to pry her way out, Tittiana strikes Shane Kast with some forearms to his ribcage, backing him into the ropes. Pushing him off, Tittiana throws him into the ropes.
DM: Shane Kast comes back with a shoulderblock to Tittiana.
JB: Oh nos.
DM: He throws himself into the ropes again, but Tittiana leapfrogs up and over him. Bouncing back, he tries to run at Tittiana, but again, she leapfrogs over him.
JB: Come on, Shane. Run at Tittiana, so that she can kick you in the face. Maybe then, he'd have some sense knocked into him.
DM: Here he comes!
Running back with a clothesline, Tittiana ducks under this attack. Grabbing both of Shae Kast's arms from behind, she attempts a backslide, but Shane Kast rolls across Tittiana's back, landing on his feet. Sending a kick to Tittiana's gut, Shane Kast double underhooks both of her arms and tries for a powerbomb, but no avail, as she flips over onto her feet.
DM: Saving herself, she rolls her way onto her feet.
JB: Phew. There's nothing to sweat. Nothing at all.
Responding to Tittiana's avoidance, Shane Kast decides to swing his right arm at her head, but she ducks. Waistlocking Shane Kast, she attempts to German suplex him, but he blocks it by interlocking his leg around Tittiana's right leg. Sending an elbow to Tittiana's face, he tugs her arms away from his waist, turns around and armdrags her.
DM: Tittiana is sent flying.
JB: Goddamnit. Someone knock that fucking egomaniac out, or I'm going to get antsy. And you won't like me when I'm antsy.
DM: Not antsy!
Sweeping her way up to her feet, Tittiana takes Shane Kast down with a legsweep, followed by an elbowdrop. Quickly, she attempts a fast cover.
1...
JB: One!
DM: It's only a one. A simple elbowdrop isn't going to put Shane Kast away. If you believe otherwise, you mustn't watch PPW all too often.
JB: Or a fucking retard.
Applying a headlock on Shane Kast, she attempts to wear him down, with Shane Kast clawing his way to his feet, still with Tittiana clung to him. Lifting a knee to Shane Kast's head, Tittiana knocks Shane Kast off-balance, allowing her to bring him down with a headlock takedown, which Tittiana rolls on top of him, looking for another pinfall.
1...2...
DM: It's only a two!
JB: Two is closer than a one. And that was a goddamn headlock takedown.
DM: Eh, there's still lots to go, I'm sure. Tittiana is even releasing her grip just so she can stand Shane Kast to his feet. Up here, she kicks him in the gut, bounces off the ropes and returns with a swinging neckbreaker!
JB: She got him good!
Snapping her way to her feet, Tittiana attacks Shane Kast with some stomps and mounts him, delivering a series of punches to Shane Kast's head. Standing him up, she dropkicks him into the ropes, where she soon delivers some punches to Shane Kast's skull. Irish-whipping him across the ring, he is about to be sent into the opposite set of ropes, when he is able to reverse it.
DM: Tittiana is sent into the ropes! Shane Kast ducks down for a backdrop...
Sunset-flipping over Shane Kast, Tittiana tries to roll him up, but he is able to keep his upright stance. Despite Tittiana's efforts, Shane Kast collapses on her chest, pinning both of her shoulders down to the mat.
DM: He might have her!
JB: He's sitting on her tits!
DM: Jealous?
JB: Yes!
1...2...
DM: Tittiana brings her legs up, wraps them underneath Shane Kast's arm and rolls him up, instead!
1...2...
JB: Thr...
DM: No! He rolls out!
Gripping Tittiana's legs, he attempts to slingshot her into the corner, but as she flies up, she lands on the second turnbuckle. Diving backwards, she connects with a moonsault legdrop across Shane Kast's throat.
JB: See that?! She stopped his attack while in mid-air! That Tittiana is something else.
DM: She's a talented girl.
Springing back up to her feet, Tittiana leaps back onto the second rope, jumps into the air and lands on top of Shane Kast with a split-legged moonsault. Keeping a lateral press on Hardcore Shane Kast, Tittiana hooks his right leg, looking for a victory.
JB: Tittiana is going to win this... one... two... thr-...
DM: Shane Kast places his left foot on the bottom rope!
JB: Ah, for fuck's sake.
Picking Shane Kast up, she runs at him, delivering a stunning back elbow, knocking him into the corner. With all of her strength, she sits him on the top rope, climbs up alongside him and is just a mere few seconds away from bringing him down with a top rope hurricanrana. However, before she can pull something off, Shane Kast fights back and begins to viciously strike her with punch after punch.
DM: Shane Kast isn't going to allow Tittiana to go any further!
Wrapping Tittiana's left arm around his head, Shane Kast attempts to gourdbuster her off the top rope, but she is able to hang on to the top rope. She strikes his ribs with a punch, but that is futile, as Shane Kast attempts another top rope gourdbuster. After a third try, Shane Kast throws her off the top rope with the front release suplex. Not inside the ring, though, but out onto the floor.]
DM: Dear God, Tittiana landed chest-first on the floor!
JB: Fortunately, those big, beautiful bossoms saved her fall. But she looks fine.
DM: She won't be fine after she eyes Shane Kast preparing to dive out onto her and her friends.
JB: Huh?
DM: Look out below!
Donovan's words are right. Still on the top rope, Shane Kast jumps and cross body's Tittiana, knocking both onto the floor, Shane Kast's head seemingly hit the Ring Announcers chair, busting him wide open.
DM: That chair! Shane Kast just hit the chair inadvertantly!
JB: That was fucking WICKED! We need to have more of that kinda stuff, Donovan.
DM: I'm gonna have to disagree with you on that one.
JB: Hell nah. Shane Kast was like a rocket that lost its power halfway to its target destination. Watching him smash into the floor was goddamn hilarious.
Standing a bloodied Shane Kast up, Tittiana rolls him back inside the ring and rolls in after him, holding her gut. Dragging him parallel to the corners, Tittiana makes her way to the top rope and flies off with her version of a moonsault.
DM: There's the moonsault!
JB: It's all over, now. Tittiana has finally rid herself of that disease called Shane Kast!
Laying across his body, she hooks his leg, just to be safe.
DM: The referee is counting.
1...2...
DM: Wait a minute, Shane Kast is still in this thing.
Tittiana stands up and looks pissed. Shane Kast stands up and Tittiana puses him back onto his ass as Tittiana starts to taunt to the crowd. Shane Kast stands up undetected as Tittiana turns around as is met with a running Shining Wizard. Shane Kast drops on top of Tittiana.
1...2...3
JB: He did it! Shane Kast just beat the returning Tittiana.
DM: Busted face and all, Shane Kast showed us he is a force to be reckoned with.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Shane Kast
As the pinfall is made, a familiar figure walks onto onto the top of the ramp, that figure is The Dark Lotus. And following him out is his goat, Betsy.
TDL: Interesting match Shane, you must be commended. I mean you just beat a woman, all 120 pounds soaking wet, now theres a thought! You talk the talk, now let's see if you can walk the walk, with a 369 pound ass-kicking monster and a goat.
The Dark Lotus runs down to the ring and Shane Kast meets him with a boot to the stomach. The Dark Lotus retaliates with a roundhouse right. Shane Kast and The Dark Lotus go blow for blow, rights and lefts, chops and kicks. The referee tries to break it up but is knocked down by Shane Kast. Another referee tries to break it up and gets a bite to the groin from Betsy. After about 5 minutes of continual beating each other, a group of security guards come down to the ring, led by a man in a suit with a name badge reading "VP of Security". The security guards manage to untangle The Dark Lotus from Shane Kast.
JB: This is mayhem Donovan, and I like it! Look at the goat go.
DM: All I can say is thank god it's stopped. Wait, this VP of Security guy has something to say.
VP of Security: Dark Lotus, Shane Kast, enough is enough. Get Shane Kast out of here, you're done for the night. Shower and back to your hotel room. Dark Lotus, hit the lockers before I suspend your ass. And take you fat ass goat with you. You too Shane, get out of my sight.
The Dark Lotus and Shane Kast are escorted seperately into the backstage area as order is restored and Mutilation is allowed to continue.
JB: Who was that VP or Security guy and who does he think he is talking shit like that?
DM: I guess we'll know soon, the PPW does like to suprise us.
MATCH
3
STREET
FIGHT
Shadow vs. Adz
DM: Third event of the evening tonight, we have Shadow taking on Adz. These two met not so long ago in a triple strap match, neither managed to come out the winner, we will see what happens tonight.
JB: I'll go for Adz.
DM: I'll be placing my bets on Shadow then.
JB: You would.
Announcer:
Making his way down to the ring, from
The lights go out and begin to flash multicoloured. "Bring me to Life" hits and Adz slowly walks out, sauntering to the ring. The fans cheer... they love Adz!
Announcer: And his opponent, from parts unknown, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds, Shadoooow!
The crow begins to play as a little child begins to speak the lights go out and smoke begins to build up around the enterance way doors as a dark shadow begins to walk out from the smoke above and begins to slowly walk to the ring as he gets to the ring he jumps to the top of the ring posted and kneels onto the ring post like a crow with a sadistic smile.
The bell rings and Shadow and Adz move towards each other, Adz over-powers Shadow straight away with a big right hand that sends Shadow reeling, Adz grabs him and whips him onto the rope, on the return Adz merely stands there and knocks Shadow to his feet. Surprisingly, Shadow springs back up but receives a kick to the stomach, Shadow doubles over and Adz goes off the ropes and performs a bulldog. Adz rolls over and stands up, beginning to put the boot into Shadow's head.
JB: Adz is really taking control early on in this match-up.
Adz yanks Shadow up and sends him into the corner, Adz follows up with a corner splash, he backs off and allows Shadow to come out of the corner, Adz kicks him in the mid-section and performs a tornado DDT and hits the cover.
1..2..
JB: Kick out on two, was close though!
Both men are to their feet at the same time, Shadow attempts a right-hand, but has it blocked by Adz and recieves one himself, Adz performs another big right hand and another until Shadow is leaning against the ropes, Adz takes a few steps back, charges forward and clotheslines Shadow over the top rope.
DM: Unless Shadow shapes up this could be over very quickly.
Adz backs off the opposite ropes and waits for Shadow to get up, Adz runs back towards the ropes and performs a baseball slide, knocking Shadow over so that his head smashes into the guard rail. Adz climbs out of the ring himself to break the count. Adz takes Shadow by the hair and smacks his head into the ring. Adz slides back into the ring under the bottom rope then out again, making the count start at one again.
JB: Smart game-plan by Adz.
Adz pulls up the fallen Shadow and whips him into the steel steps, causing them to shift slightly. Shadow shouts in pain, reaching for his lower back.
DM: What destruction Adz is causing, it must be over.
Adz backs off a little and steps on the ring apron. Adz charges down the side of the ring and leaps off, sticking out one knee in the direction of Shadow.
Shadow, more by accident than intention, rolls out of the way to the floor and Adz knee drives itself straight into the ring steps, the top half of the steps come away and Adz somesaults on one knee before he lands, shouting in agony.
JB: Both men are out, this could tie with a draw right here.
On the count of nine both men manage to struggle back under the bottom rope, and both just lay face down on the mat, it takes some time for them to begin moving again. Both men stagger on their feet, Adz pulls his arm back once more, ready to deliver another big right hand, Shadow takes the initiative and gives Adz a sharp kick to the knee, the effect is tremendous as Adz yells out and the knee buckles beneath him, bringing him down to kneeling on one leg.
Shadow performs a standing drop-kick which knocks Adz onto his back. Shadow springs off the ropes and performs a leg-drop over the neck of Adz and goes for the cover.
1..2...th....
DM: Adz just managed to kick out in time!
Shadow pulls Adz up by the arm to that he is almost standing. Shadow gives Adz a kick to the knee but keeps him held up, Shadow repeats the move again and again before letting Adz fall on his back. Shadow rolls Adz over and picks up the big man's leg, Shadow drives the knee into the canvas, resulting in another shout from Adz.
Shadow drags Adz by the feet over toward the ring-post, Shadow goes to the outside, reaches into the ring and pulls Adz' legs to either side of the post, Shadow grabs one leg and thrashes it against the ring post, Adz yells in agony once more, but Shadow shows no mercy and repeats the move. Shadow hops up to the top rope and leaps off of it, driving a knee into the head of Adz.
DM: Shadow is being very impressive tonight.
Shadow drags up Adz and gives him a stinging back hand to the chest, Shadow tries a right hand but Adz recovers and blocks it, but does nothing else to retaliate. Shadow tries once more and Adz repeats the movement, he then grabs Shadow and sends him off of the ropes, using the momentum of Shadow, Adz scoops him above his head and prepares for a gorilla press slam.
JB: This could be it, astounding recovery by Adz.
Adz falters a little.
DM: Whats this?
Adz' knee appears unable to hold his weight and it buckles beneath him, both men go crashing to the floor.
JB: Shadow appears to be out of it but look,. he's got an arm over Adz.
1.....2.....3
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Shadow
We head backstage
where Johnny Dinucci is stood in his office with a large grin on his face.
Stood on the other side of the desk is Riddick Andrews. He is signing the
contract for Conquest, his name signed next to that of Colin Zale.
JD:
And you'd best remember Mr. Andrews... You need to keep your ass in check. I
have some insurance against your threats. If you put one finger on either me or
Melling before your match at Conquest, the match is
null and void.
Riddick doesn't
speak. He turns his back away from Dinucci and looks up. His
eyes showing a picture of a man who has been forced to turn his back on
everything that he believes in.
JD:
Are you broken yet Riddick? Have we broken your spirit? Have we made you want
to quit?
RA: Not
quite Johnny... You see, I read every single page of this long, over-exagerated contract that you've placed in front of me... Every page, every clause, every single quote. And you are
indeed correct, There is no possible way that I can touch you and still take
part in that match at Conquest...
Dinucci begins to grin,
his head begins to bob in silent laughter.
RA: You did,
however, forget one very penitent, very imminent threat.
JD:
Really... And what is that?
RA: At no
point in the contract have you stipulated what happens if Colin Zale gets his
hands on you...
JD: Ahhh,
but that wont happen Riddick... I have my bodyguard
remember... You...
Riddick turns 180 degrees, a
smile etched across his face.
RA: But
Johnny, the match is signed.. And that contract does
not state at any point that I have to protect you or Mike any longer....
Dinucci's smile quickly
leaves.. His face falls...
JD: But...
You... I...
RA: No buts,
no ifs, no maybes Johnny... Its open season on your ass... Any time, any
place... Zale is after you... And it is nothing to do with me anymore... I'm
sure that will be one hell of a ride...
Dinucci mumbles
something inaudible under his breath... Riddick walks out of the office and
down the corridor. He turns a corner and walks straight past Colin Zale...
RA: He's all
yours big man... Don't mind me...
Riddick doesn't break
stride, Zale stops and looks over his shoulder before a smile crosses his lips.
We fade to black as he strides into the distance.
MATCH
4
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Aaron
Rage vs. Moochie
Rage and Moochie circle each other for a while, sizing each other up. Rage is the larger of the two men and decides to use that to his advantage, lunging at Moochie who uses his greater speed to duck out of the way and come up behind him. Rage turns around to face Moochie and gets a poke in the eyes for his effort, momentarily blinding him. Referee Mickey Paulings reprimands Moochie for the poke which draws and somewhat unhappy look from Moochie, who looks like a child does after his parents catch him playing with the new DVD player. Moochie decides to press his advantage and lashes out with a couple of quick kicks to the back of Rage’s right leg. Rage reflexively bends backwards and grabs at his leg, trying to swat Moochie away. Moochie hits the back of his thigh with two more still kicks and then runs backwards and bounces off the ropes. He flies towards Rage and leaps up, wrapping an arm around his head and drops backwards, spiking Rage’s face into the mat with a tornado DDT. The two men land hard enough to make the ring shake a little bit and Moochie is immediately back on his feet.
DM: Moochie is off to a good, if not somewhat underhanded start.
JB: When you’re this outsized you do what you have to and besides, he was reprimanded by Referee Mickey Paulings for it. He has to be more careful of that now or he could lose by DQ later.
Moochie runs at Rage, who’s getting to his feet and lashes out with another kick, hitting Rage in the back of the leg again. The kick staggers Rage a little, but not much and only looks like it served no other purpose than irritating him. Moochie lashes out with another kick but Rage sidesteps it and grabs Moochie around his head, throwing him to the mat very hard. Moochie stands up and looks at Rage, who has an irritated but ready expression on his face. He holds out one hand and tells Moochie to come and get him. Moochie looks at this and shakes his head “no” and backs up a step. Rage advances on him and sets off one of the more absurd looking sequences in PPW history that ends up with Rage chasing Moochie around the ring for a solid two minutes.
DM: This has degenerated from a wrestling match to a comedy routine ! This is ridiculous !
JB: It sure is, but you have to admit that it is kinda funny Donnie.
DM: Well….yes…it is somewhat amusing Jesy.
The idiocy in the ring goes on for what seems like an eternity until Rage finally stops dead in his tracks and stands in center ring shaking his head in disgust. He stands and watches with an amused look on his face as Moochie does another three full rotations around the ring, yelling like an idiot. Rage finally puts a stop to it by stepping into Moochie’s path and wrapping his arms around Moochie’s head and arm and uses the momentum to lift Moochie up and throw him half way across the ring with a Tazplex. Moochie crashes to the mat hard and rolls into the corner slumped up against it back first. Rage responds to this by running at Moochie and slamming both feet into the face of his opponent with a vicious running dropkick. The dropkick slams Moochie’s head back into the turnbuckle, dazing him. Rage pulls Moochie to his feet and slings him outward roughly then suddenly jerks him forward and slams his forearm across the Mooch’s throat.
DM: I don’t care who you are that hurt!
JB: Yes…it did. That made my throat hurt just looking at it.
Moochie hits the mat hard, clutching at his throat and gasping for air. Rage looks down at him and backs off for a moment as the referee tells him to make some space so that he can check on Moochie’s throat. Moochie finally stands up with the assistance of the referee and motions that he’s ok. The two men circle in center ring and go for a collar and elbow tie up but Moochie ducks under it again and leaps into the air, planting both feet into the back of Rage with a flip over dropkick. Rage stumbles forward again, giving Moochie time to ascend the turnbuckle. He waits for Rage to turn around and leaps off, grabbing his head and driving his head into the canvas with a flipping neckbreaker (Buff Blockbuster).
DM: Moochie is on fire here Jesy!
JB: I know! That little Latino must have got some use outta that weed I sold him!
DM: You really do piss me off...
Rage slowly gets to his feet as Moochie climbs to the top rope... Rage focuses just in time to see Moochie's legs wrap around his neck. A top rope Hurricanriana pin by Moochie is finished off with both legs hooked!
1... 2... 3!!! Moochie wins!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Moochie
DM:What a display here by Moochie Jesy!
Moochie climbs to the middle rope and raises his arms into the air celebrating taking his chance to get a shot at the PPW Bloodgames title at Conquest. We slowly fade to black!
MID-CARD
MAIN EVENT
NO
HOLDS BARRED
Colin
Zale vs. Baldur
The arena
lights cut to a dim orange as the electronic drones of Baldur's theme music
begin to play over the speaker system. The orange begins to grow darker and
sways over the audience like rays of heat. Baldur makes a simple, medium-paced
stride towards the ring, all while the light goes darker. Baldur reaches the
centre of the ring, the light has reached a crimson red and the music has grown
to a deafening volume, it all seems in anticipation of something when
everything dies. The lights go out, the music.
DM: A
rapturous declaration of hatred for Baldur…
JB: And for good reason, he shows disdain for this
business… I HATE men like him…
Rob Zombie’s “Reload” thunders through the PA system, as the
arena lights fizzle to nothingness. “R-E-L-O-A-D!!!”
is screeched aloud, as pyrotechnics explode right across the front of the ramp
way. Colin Zale appears from behind a smokescreen, and walks with purpose to
the squared-circle. He scurries up the steps, and enters the ring with
authority.
DM: Zale
getting a HUGE pop from the crowd in his last match before Conquest Jesy!
JB:
PPW fans are incredibly respectful of the superstars, which is great when we
see respect for a PPW legend like Colin Zale!
The bell sounds,
and the No Holds Barred match begins. The 2 men circle the ring, staring each
other down, trying to focus themselves completely. Baldur approaches Zale, and
the 2 men tie-up. Baldur snaps Zale into a Headlock, but Zale then pushes
Baldur into the ropes. On the bounce-back, Zale hits Baldur with a Body Slam,
taking Baldur down.
DM:
Early move there by Zale, showing Baldur that he will not be intimidated by him..
JB:
A body slam may seem like a move out of the 80's but it shows great strength
and does a lot to wear down the opponent!
DM:
Baldur is down...
Baldur bounces
right back up though, and brushes off his shoulders, as if to say the move was
ineffective. The 2 men once again tie-up, and again Baldur is Irish Whipped by
Zale. Zale attempts a Yakuza kick , but Baldur ducks and counteracts
this by hitting Zale with a clothesline!
JB:
Wow! Great shot there by Baldur!
Baldur holds his
arms up to the crowd to an audible boo. Zale stays down considerably longer
than expected. Baldur then approaches him, but Zale hits a Low Blow on Baldur!
DM:
Dirty tactics comin' out now! But this is "No Holds barred" so technically, anything goes!
The larger Zale
gets back to his feet, and hovers over his fallen opponent before dragging him
up to his feet and nailing am Under hook Knee face Driver!
DM: Oh my
God! That's a great move for such an early moment in the match!
JB:
Yeah, maybe too early! I think Zale's gettin' ahead of himself a little bit
here...
DM: Even
so, a fantastic early hit by Colin...
Zale then goes for
a cover on Baldur, but the referee barely counts 1 before Baldur is kicking out.
JB:
Dude, Zale’s meant to be a Vet… Does that mean he
like, gets to play with pussys all day long...
DM: I
think you’ll find that is a gynecologist…
Zale continues his
advantageous spell by hitting Baldur with a Suplex. While the former champion
is down, Zale hits a Rolling Thunder!
DM:
Great maneuver!
Zale then rolls
out of the ring, and begins to rummage underneath the ring.
DM: And
here come the weapons!!!
JB:
Baldur needs to get back up to his feet, I mean, the weapons will
only make this match more dangerous!
Zale re-emerges
from under the ring with a trash can. He stands the trash can upright, then delves back under the ring. This
time, he comes out with a baseball bat, a fire extinguisher, and a Sledgehammer!
DM: My
God...there's a Sledgehammer under there!
Zale then puts all
of these weapons into the trash can, then lifts them into the ring. As
they land firmly on the ring canvas, Baldur gets back to his feet, and hits
Zale with a Baseball Slide! This prevents Zale from getting back into the ring,
so Baldur takes advantage by grabbing the fire extinguisher from out of the
trash can. He then exits the ring, and goes towards Zale. As Zale gets back to
his feet, Baldur sprays him in the face with the extinguisher, temporarily
blinding Zale!
JB:
WOOOOO!!! No Holds Barred rules, baby!!!
Baldur then lifts
the fire extinguisher above his head, and sends it crashing down onto Zale's
skull!
DM: What
a connection by Baldur!
Zale hits the
floor on the outside and Baldur drops the extinguisher. He then reaches
underneath the ring, and pulls out a trash can lid. He beats Zale down with
this, until it is all bent out of shape. Baldur then throws the lid into the
crowd, before submerging himself under the ring apron again.
JB:
This is so exciting...what weapons will Baldur pull out next?!
DM:
Uh-oh...
JB:
What?!
DM: Look
who made an appearance...
Blue looks back at
the match, and sees Baldur clutching a barbed wire 2x4!
JB:
Oh shit...
Baldur gets a
sadistic, almost tantric look on his face, as he holds the weapon aloft. The
fans are torn - the fans go wild at the introduction of the barbed wire 2x4!
DM: The
wood's gettin' a bigger reception than the superstar here!
Baldur lowers the
wood back down, and then readies himself for Zale. As Zale gets back to his
feet, he is met across the face with a barbed wire-covered plank of wood! Zale
then falls, in slow-motion, to the ground.
JB:
I can't believe it! Zale just got leveled with the barbed wire plank, but he
isn't busted open! Is he, like, made of metal or something!?
Baldur also sees
this fact, and so he picks Zale up for another hit. But as he swings the wood
behind his head, kind of like one would with a baseball bat, Zale gets in a
kick to Baldur's stomach, causing Baldur to stall a little. Then Zale generates
enough time to get a Suplex in on Baldur, causing him to (obviously) drop the
weapon.
DM:
Great counter-attacking move by Zale! He's just saved himself from gettin' cut
wide open!
Zale then launches
Baldur back into the ring and makes sure to take the barbed wire wood with him.
He picks up Baldur, and issues a DDT. Then, while Baldur is down, Zale
empties the contents of the trash can all over the ring floor. He then turns
the trash can upside-down, and picks up Baldur. He Irish Whips Baldur into the
ropes, and on the return, hits a Drop Toe Hold - Baldur's face crashes straight
into the trash can, causing him to bleed from the forehead!
DM: And
it's in fact BALDUR that gets busted open! What a great Drop Toe Hold by Zale!!!
Baldur's blood
drips onto the PPW mat. Zale sees this, and gets a smirk across his lips. He
then picks up the Sledgehammer, and holds it above his head. As Baldur rolls
onto his front, Zale hits him with it- right across the kidneys!
DM: Wow!
Devastating blow delivered there by Zale!
Zale then goes for
a cover on Baldur...
1....2....NO!
Somehow Baldur manages to lift one of those wounded shoulders!
The match
continues, and Zale sets up for a shot with a steel chair he's pulled in from
outside.
DM: I'm very impressed by Zale, Bomb. He is, by nature, a
technical wizard, but he's adapted to fight like this, and he has a way of
bringing technique into a street fight!
JB:
Yeah he has, and he's done some
real damage to Baldur too!
Zale runs with the
chair but Baldur hits a drop toe hold. The chair hits the second rope and
bounces back smashing the chair up into Zale's face causing him to hit the mat
hard...
DM: Holy
crap! Zale just landed on the chair! Baldur moved out of the way!
JB:
This match just got interesting again!
Both men are down
in the ring, neither one moving very much. It is in fact Baldur who begins to
move first, as he slowly crawls over to Zale's carcass. He goes for the cover...
1.....2.....shoulder
up by Zale at the last second!
DM:
2-count only there!
Baldur is too
spaced out to get frustrated at the kick-out. Instead, he clambers back to his
vertical base, and grabs for the ropes. He uses the ropes to get him out of the
ring, as he makes his way over to the announcers table.
DM: Wait
he's comin' over here...
Baldur picks up
Donovan Michaels, and swipes the chair that he was sitting on!
JB:
(Laughing out loud) Ah, Michaels, whatcha gonna do now?!
DM: This
is starting to become a regular thing!
Baldur folds the
chair up and turns to face the ring. But out of nowhere, Zale lands on him from
the top rope!
DM:
Great high-risk maneuver by Zale! Both men are down again!
Zale gets back up,
and Whips Baldur on to the announce table.
JB:
Oh no...this is bad...there's
NEVER a time when this damn table doesn't get smashed up in these types of
situations...
Zale stands over
Baldur's body on the table, and then climbs slightly higher, on to the barrier
that guards the crowds. He then jumps off and crashes into Baldur with an elbow
drop! Both bodies prove too much weight for the table, and it collapses,
sending Baldur, with Zale on top, to the ground once again!
DM: My God,
they're down again! Who will win this match, nobody knows!
Zale, having had
Baldur to break his fall, is the first man up, and he picks Baldur up and tosses him back into
the ring. He then grabs a hold of the steel chair that Baldur was previously
acquiring. He too gets in to the ring. Zale approaches Baldur's fallen body, and delivers punches into Baldur's
bloody, weeping forehead. He then picks up Baldur and attempts a Suplex, but
Baldur spins out of the suplex and kicks him in the
gut. He hooks him up and nails 3 repeated piledrivers
before going for a cover.
DM:
Resurrection!!! Baldur got the finisher onto the steel chair!
JB:
YES!!! This one's over!!!
Baldur goes for
the cover on Zale...
1.....2..... NO!
ZALE KICKED OUT!!!!
JB:
What the hell!?
Baldur jumps to
his feet in absolute surprise and begins shouting at the referee! Zale begins
to get back to his feet... Baldur turns around and swings a right hand, Zale
ducks and kicks Baldur in the stomach and flips him into a piledriver position,
he hooks his legs in front of Baldur’s arms and drops
to his knees!
DM: ZALE
NAILED HIS FINISHER! HE NAILED THE EXTREME F’N HEADACHE!
1... 2... 3! COLIN
ZALE WINS!
Zale gets to his feet and staggers back into the corner… looking
down at Baldur with a look unseen for a while.
DM: I think Zale knows Jesy… He knows he was
pushed here tonight! This match was some great preparation for his match at the
Pay-Per-View…
We head backstage to the offices of Mike Melling. Johnny Dinucci bursts through the door looking agitated.
MM: Johnny, come in why don't you... What's up?
JD: What's up? What's up? I don't know if you saw what Riddick said earlier but he's not protecting us anymore...
MM: My, my... Mr. Dinucci... I do believe you're panicing!
JD: Too fuckin' right I'm panicking... Zale is a KILLING MACHINE... Do you not realise the danger we're in!?
MM: Johnny... Take my advice, run, run fast run far... from now untill whichever one of us is made Chairman is official.
JD: What the hell are you talking about?
MM: We've been working well together on this... And I think that in the future, we can work well together again. Let's just say I have a little idea that will suit both of us...
JD: I'm intrigued... Weary... Yet intrigued...
MM: My plan goes something like this...
We begin to fade to black as Melling reveals his plan to Dinucci.
MATCH
6
REGULAR
SINGLES MATCH
Lightning vs. "Supreme"
Curtis Hayz
DM: Ready for the next match, Jesy?
JB: Oh yes.
"The Angle" by Core hits as the lights dime as the echo of thunder goes though out the arena, suddenly a bolt of lightning hits the entrance and the music picks up, a figure steps out wear lightning designed westling gear, you can hear some of the crowd start to cheer. As The figure steps through the ropes is handed the mic and begins to talk.
DM: Well Lightning's here, now for "Supreme" Curtis Hayz...
The lights go out and the sound of rain can be heard hitting the ground while a blue strobe light flashes around the entrances and there is a slight mist in the air. Sudenly there is a burst of Blue pyros and Debonair by Dope hits the speakers. "Supreme" then steps through the entrance way with his long black hair hanging in his face. pauseing for a moment to take in the roar of the crowd he then heads down the ramp slaping the hands of the fans before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring.
JB: Let's get this one underway!
The match bell rings and the combatants square off. The men go to lock up but Lightning stops short and sends a quick kick to the mid-section of Curtis Hayz. Curtis doubles over and Lightning follows up with a DDT. He swiftly slides back up to his feet sends Hayz a storm of stomps to his torso. Lightning turns and taunts the crowd.
DM: This capacity crowd not taking to Lightning very well...
They boo fanatically at him as Hayz makes his way up on one knee. By the time Lightning puts his focus back on Hayz he's already about to stand completely up, Lightning walks over and grabs the top of Hayz's head but Curtis fires away with a series of punches and forces Lightning back into the turnbuckle. Curtis steps up on the second rope and begins a ten-count punch as the crowd chants along with each punch...
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!...
At this time Lightning drops into a sitting position and then flowingly raises himself up using the ropes, so that he is standing behind a confused Curtis Hayz who is still on the second rope.
DM: Great intelligence shown there by Lightning
Lightning takes opportunity and jump up to the second rope and then finally steps up the tope. He then snaps on a reverse hurricanrana that sends Curtis Hayz face-down to the ground with a smack. Hayz is in a position on his knees and right arm and holding his face with the left. Lightning rushes over and goes for an early "Strike.." Hayz quickly backdrops out of the move and stumbles forwards groggily from the high risk move that he received prior. He gathers himself and goes on the offense with a series of right hands, followed by a suplex and then a rear chinlock.
JB: Curtis Hayz is REALLY building up some momentum now, Michaels...
Hayz starts to apply even more pressure as time passes. Lightning, who in a burst of movement to get to the ropes, throws his feet out and "accidentally" hits the referee. Still locked in the hold, he manages to work his way to his feet. He kicks back, low blowing Hayz.
DM: Ouch!
JB: I felt that!
Lightning spins around and kicks Hayz between his legs, flips forward and hits the Strike of Lightning dead on. Lightning goes for the pin as Curtis falls in unconsciousness. After a few seconds, the referee see's the pin and drags himself over to see the shoulders and counts.
1...
2...
3!
Lightning stands in the middle of the ring panting and then yelling at the crowd. The crowd begins to cheer wildly. Lightning smiles an unexpected smile of approval just before he's clocked from behind by Shane Kast, who entered from the crowd!
DM: My God! Shane Kast! What is HE doing out here?!
He sends Lightning into the ropes and then levels him with a hard clothesline. He stomps several times on Lightning before he backs up and rebounds off of the ropes that he uses to do a springboard leg drop. Kast then, in a surge of momentum, picks Lightning up and hits his own version of the flipping piledriver, The Canadian Destroyer. Shane Kast then mouths at Lightning as he exits the ring.
JB: Shane Kast just annihilated Lightning!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Lightning
MATCH 7
REGULAR
SINGLES MATCH
Saorse vs. Johnny Pyro
DM: Seventh match of the evening tonight and we have Saorse taking on Johnny Pyro.
JB: That's right, Johnny Pyro returned on the last show but was unable to pull off a win, he'll be looking to turn the tables here tonight.
Announcer: Making his way down to the ring, from Cape Brenton, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, Saorse!
The first riff of Freedom Fighter finds its way out into the arena note, as dark blue sparks shoot across from one side of the ramp to meet the light blue sparks from the other side. The arena darkens as different shaded blue spotlights become the only things illuminating the arena, and Saorse slowly paces himself out to the beginning of the ramp and takes in the entire electric scene before him. With a deep breath, Saorse paces himself down the ramp now, taking his time as the blue glow stick that stretches the length of the ramp on both sides starts exploding upwards step by step. Saorse circles the ring before slowly entering with a jump over the top ropes, and slowly steps up onto the right turnbuckle facing nothing but the crowd, gazing out with another deep breath and signalling his trademark finger-crossing to the fans, hopping down again, and awaiting his opponent.
Announcer: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-seven pounds Johnny Pyroooo!
"Fire" by Alice Cooper hits as the top of the ramp explodes in fire, with the ramp being lined in fire. As the fire at the top of the ramp dies down, Johnny Pyro steps out onto the ramp, the hood of his hoody over his head. He struts cockily down the ramp and rolls into the ring.
The bell rings and Saorse is quick on the attack, he drives right hands into Johnny Pyro, sending him reeling into the corner, Saorse delivers a chest shot to Pyro and irish-whips him into the opposite corner, Saorse charges on the follow-up and hits Pyro with a big splash in the corner, before Pyro can do anything Saorse brings him out of the corner with a drop toe hold.
Saorse gets up and kicks Pyro in the head as he gets to his knees, knocking him back down. Saorse pulls Pyro half-way up by the arm and puts on an arm-bar. Saorse begins working on the arm by delivering a few clenched fists to Pyro's elbow. Pyro manages to roll out of the armbar and takes a swing at Saorse, Saorse ducks and floors Pyro with a roundhouse kick. Saorse lays another boot in and attempts the cover.
1..
JB: Far too early.
Pyro kicks out of the pinfall and gets to his feet, he gives Saorse a kick to the gut and drives his head into the canvas with an implant DDT. Pyro is back up to his feet quickly, laying in a few ribshots with his boot. Pyro brings Johnny up only to bring him down again with a snap mare Pyro drags Saorse up and attempts to irish-whip him into the turnbuckle, Saorse reverses and sends Johnny into it instead. Saorse attempts to follow up with another splash but Pyro manages to raise his boots into the air, kicking Saorse in the face.
Pyro springs to the middle rope, waits for Saorse to turn around and delivers a flying clothesline, Pyro goes for the cover.
1..2..
DM: Nobody really with the upper-hand as of yet. He got a bigger count than Saorse did, though.
Pyro gets off Saorse but quickly gets back on him, Pyro holds Saorse's head in one hand and repeatedly punches him in the face with the other. Pyro drags Saorse up, only to bring him back down to the canvas again with a side-Russian leg-sweep. Pyro springs back to his feet and performs a leg-drop on Saorse before attempting another cover.
1..2..th
DM: Close!
Pyro looks a little angry at the referee before smashing his fist into the fact of Saorse. Pyro pulls up Saorse once again and throws him into the ropes, Saorse goes to the floor and slides under the bottom rope.
DM: Cowardly.
JB: Or smart.
Pyro shrugs and attempts a baseball slide under the bottom rope, Saorse side-steps and Pyro goes sliding out of the ring onto the floor. Saorse gives a few boots to the head of Pyro, before dropping a knee and climbing back in the ring.
JB: Looks like the tables may have turned on Johnny Pyro.
Johnny Pyro gets up and rolls under the bottom rope, only to be assaulted by Saorse's footwear a few more times before earning a brief rest. Saorse drops a rolling knee over the ribs of Johnny Pyro then pulls him up. Saorse grabs the previously worked-on arm of Pyro and delivers a short arm clothesline, the fans begin to get behind Saorse a little.
Saorse takes a hold of the arm once more, drags it out straight then yanks it down, pulling half-way standing Pyro with it. Saorse repeats the move a second and third time.
DM: Smart game-play by Saorse, he's working on that arm.
JB: I thought you said Saorse was a coward?
DM: Forget it...
Saorse pulls up Pyro again and sends him shoulder-first between the turnbuckles and into the ring post, the shout from Pyro can be heard.
DM: That arm is gonna be useless if Saorse continues like this.
Pyro stays leant over the middle turnbuckle, Saorse comes up behind him, grabs his legs and yanks him from the turnbuckle, causing Pyro's head to ricochet off the canvas. Saorse drags Pyro to the middle of the ring, turns him over and performs the Boston crab.
JB: Saorse is going for that move early, but it seems to be working, look at Pyro's face!
Pyro, with the agony written across his face crawls slowly to the ropes before managing to get a hold of one. The referee has to convince Saorse to let go. Saorse drops the legs of Pyro and turns around to see his fallen opponent just letting go of the ring rope. Saorse attempts to grab Pyro once more and drag him back to the middle of the ring, Pyro lashes a leg out and catches Saorse in the face, sending him backwards.
Johnny Pyro struggles to his feet, Saorse charges him but only earns a hip-toss for his troubles, the impact on the mat can be heard throughout the arena, Saorse reaches for his back and grasps at it. As Saorse sits up Pyro gives him a swift kick to the spine, making Saorse yell out.
Pyro goes down to his opponent and puts on a chinlock for a brief moment before releasing the hold. Pyro pulls up Saorse and sends him to the ropes, Pyro goess off the opposite set and attempts a clothesline, Saorse ducks and goes off the other side. Pyro puts the breaks on and turns, delivering a massive standing drop-kick to the face of Saorse, sending him crashing down to the mat. Pyro attempts to go for the cover.
1..2..thre
DM: Saorse just managed to kick out!
Pyro is up first and drops a big elbow into his opponent's ribcage, Pyro stands up and repeats the move before attempting another cover.
1..
JB: Not even a two-count that time!
Pyro looks angry and kicks his kneeling opponent in the head, sending him back down to the floor. Saorse is pulled to the centre of the ring and Johnny Pyro puts on a figure four, Saorse begins to shout in agony, but does not tap.
DM: He's gonna require some pain-threshold to withstand that.
Pyro eventually lets go of the hold after deciding no tap is coming. Johnny pulls up Saorse and drives him back down to the mat with a DDT. Pyro pulls Saorse up to his knees, jams his head between his thighs, pulls him onto his feet and delivers a pile-driver. Pyro pulls up Saorse, bends him over, goes off the ropes and performs a bulldog.
DM: I don't believe that, Saorse just stood there for all the time it took for Pyro to go off the ropes, he must be out of it now.
Pyro goes onto his opponent and delivers several strong blows to his head before rolling off him again. Pyro ascends the nearest turnbuckle, leaps off and lands a leg over the throat of Saorse, Pyro goes for the cover.
1..2...3
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – Johnny Pyro
DM: Pyro got the win, what a dominating performance he put on tonight!
MAIN EVENT
LADDER
MATCH
PPW TV CHAMPIONSHIP
Riddick Andrews (c) vs. The Dark Lotus
DM: This is it folks… The final match in PPW until Conquest… And its for the Television championship.
JB: And it’s a Ladder match!
DM: Oh yeah, and it’s a ladder match…
“Dead Bodies Everywhere” by KoRn hits the PA system, as Lotus walks into the arena with all the lights turned off. The only light is that from the stairway, the sky boxes and the dim spotlight on Lotus. Lotus walks to the ring and steps over the top rope, as he does this the ring fills with smoke.
DM: Well here’s the challenger, Jesy. But is Lotus a worthy competitor or just another pretender to the throne?
JB: I’ve never really seen eye-to-eye with The Dark Lotus, but I feel he’s come on in leaps and bounds, and I think he’s capable of beating Riddick here.
DM: A bold statement, Blue.
JB: Maybe…
"Can't Stop" by The Red Hot Chili Peppers hits as Riddick heads out onto the ramp. The crowd explode as he makes his way to the ring. His eyes never come into contact with the crowd as if shunning the pop. He rolls into the ring and jumps to his feet, he then walks to each side of the ring with a bird flipped in the crowd’s direction. He then raises his TV title high above his head, before focusing in on The Dark Lotus, a wry smile spreading across his face for a brief moment.
DM: I see Riddick’s in his usual high spirits?
JB: Looks to be, yeah.
DM: Ok ladies and gentlemen, as we just mentioned, this is a Ladder match. That means that in order to win the TV title, The Dark Lotus must erect the ladder in the centre of the ring, and climb it to grab the title belt that will be hoisted from a noose-type object. If he doesn’t do this, then he will NOT be leaving this arena as the TV champion. He only really has one shot at this.
JB: Jeez, Michaels… No pressure on the guy then?
DM: What? I’m just sayin’…
JB: And basically Riddick just has to stop Lotus from doin’ that… There’s no DQ, and there’s no countout, and pinning will count for absolutely nothing. So Riddick ALSO has to climb the ladder… So really Lotus has nothing to lose and everything to gain… It’s this for the taking.
DM: I suppose…
JB: HA!!! Let it be known worldwide – JESY BLUE WAS RIGHT AND DONOVAN MICHAELS WAS WRONG!!! HA!!!
DM: You’re getting’ a little carried away, I simply-
JB: -Bite me, Michaels… I was right… End of story…
DM: Damn you, Blue… Bring back Grande, he was NEVER right…
The metal loop that will house the TV title is lowered into the ring, while senior referee Don Henman attaches the belt to it. It is then raised high above the ring.
DM: Right then, we’re just about ready for this one…
The referee calls for the bell, and the two men go straight for each other. Riddick locks TDL into a side headlock, then forces the Irish whip. On the return, Andrews connects with a rolling clothesline, knocking Lotus to the mat.
JB: Riddick’s lookin’ fairly sharp, Michaels. He’s on the ball…
DM: Yeah apparently so. Which is surprising, because he can’t exactly have 100% focus on this match, what with the mind games going on between Colin Zale and himself. And Dinucci… And Melling for that matter… And his “master”, the identity of whom is still undisclosed…
JB: Yeah Riddick’s goin’ through a bit of a mind fuck at the moment, huh?
DM: Just a tad.
Lotus is quickly back up to his feet, and back in Riddick’s face. He receives a series of lefts and rights from Riddick, who is clearly wrestling with intent. Lotus finally finds himself, and begins the defence. He grabs Riddick’s wrist and then hits a big boot. With Riddick down, Lotus shakes his head. He then picks up Riddick and issues an open hand slap, followed by a body press slam.
JB: Lotus is finding some momentum here, Michaels.
DM: He is, and he’s got Riddick reeling.
Lotus rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, and makes his way over to the ladder, which is lying beside the announcers’ table. He the picks it up and turns back towards the ring, but is met with a clothesline from Riddick. The TV champion then throws Lotus back in to the ring, then slides the ladder in too.
DM: Business is about to pick up, that ladder’s found its way into the ring…
JB: No, Riddick put it there.
DM: What?
JB: Well it didn’t find its own way there did it? I mean, ladders can’t move on their own…
DM: Jesy… you stoned?
JB: Ah dude, so unbelievably wasted you wouldn’t believe…
DM: Yeah I would…
JB: Are you disrespecting my family?
Riddick hits TDL with an evenflow DDT, then climbs the turnbuckle, with Lotus in-tow. He hits a fantastic double underhook suplex, almost breaking The Dark Lotus in half!
DM: Great execution by Andrews, he’s dominating Lotus now.
Riddick then sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring, and begins his ascent. He gets both feet onto the second of the 8 rungs, and then looks up at his coveted strap. He then resumes his climb. Meanwhile, Lotus is back up on his feet, and decides the climb the other side of the ladder to meet Riddick. He then issues a huge right hand to the champ, then another, and another.
JB: Riddick’s dazed…
Riddick then drops back to the canvas (on his feet) and pulls Lotus down with him. He then executes a tiger bomb, continuing the pressure on Lotus’ frame. He then re-climbs the ladder, this time making it as far up as the 5 th rung. But Lotus is close behind him, his determination driving him.
DM: Lotus won’t give Riddick enough time to mount a sufficient attempt on that belt, Jesy.
The Dark Lotus begins to shake the ladder, and Riddick clings on to the sides of the structure. But Lotus’ furious shaking eventually forces Riddick into a descent, on a collision-course with the canvas. He hits the mat, and holds his head, while Lotus begins a climb of his own.
DM: This is a huge chance for Lotus! Riddick’s down, and the title’s beckoning!
JB: But the question is, how long will a shot to the head keep Riddick Andrews incapacitated?
DM: My guess is not long at all.
JB: I second that…
And with that, Andrews is back to his feet, still shaky on his feet, but able. He drags Lotus back down to the mat, and executes a jumping piledriver from nowhere!
DM: My God! Did you see that shot?! A jumping piledriver, seemingly from nothing! Riddick hit his trademark move on The Dark Lotus!
JB: That could be the end of Lotus’ title hopes…
Riddick begins to climb the ladder, but Lotus snaps back up to his feet. He dashes off the ropes and dropkicks the ladder!
DM: What the f-…
JB: Lotus just took Riddick clean out!
The Dark Lotus then approaches Riddick’s fallen body, and picks him up. He then issues a stunning chokeslam!
DM: The Pits of Hell! Lotus hit the Pits of Hell on Riddick! He’s in with a shout now!
Lotus picks up the ladder and begins to climb it. He makes his way right to the top, and reaches up for the belt, but can’t quite get it.
JB: Look how close he is! Stretch higher, Lotus!
But as Lotus is stretching and jumping to reach the belt, Riddick has made his way up to the top rope. He then flies off in the direction of the ladder, and spear’s Lotus clean off the ladder!
DM: Unbelievable!
Riddick slowly begins
to climb the ladder. The Dark Lotus is out on the floor of the ring, the crowd
are starting to go wild as they realise that Riddick is about to retain his
Television Championship. Suddenly, from the back, Johnny Dinucci sprints!
The crowd at first boo, thinking he wants to cost Riddick the match. They
soon realise that his reasons are slightly different!
DM: JESY!
ZALE IS FOLLOWING DINUCCI TO THE RING.
Dinucci slides into the ring, he turns back and looks up
the ramp at Zale who is slowly walking to the ring. Dinucci keeps backing
up, until his back touches the ladder. He jumps, turning quickly and, in what
only could he called a reflex action, pushes the ladder! It wobbles and Riddick,
who is perched atop of it, with no hands on the ladder reaching for the title,
falls! He hits the ring mat hard, a 10 foot fall.
DM: Oh my god! Dinucci just cost Riddick that title!
Andrew’s is out!
JB: Ha ha! Dinucci
getting some retribution for Riddick turning his back!
DM: Do you know what consequences this could have
for the CEO?
Dinucci, for a moment looks shocked… Before shrugging his shoulders as a symbol of indifference.
He remembers the most imminent threat that is almost at the ring. Dinucci
continues to plead his case, his hands out stretched pleading for Zale not
to hurt him. As Zale stops at ringside, Dinucci turns and runs past the ladder.
He climbs out of the far side of the ring, trying to keep distance between
them!
DM: Zale is gunna tear Dinucci a new ass hole!
Riddick and TDL are both still out
in the ring as Zale slowly follows Dinucci around, but still cutting off the
entrance way. Dinucci looks frustrated but Zale’s
attack picks up pace! The crowd are confused by all of the action as Dinucci slides back into the ring and, for some unbeknown reason, scales
the ladder!
DM: What the hell is Dinucci doing? This is not
a smart idea!
Dinucci reaches the top of the ladder and pulls himself up
on the title, trying to get away further from Zale. The Human Violence Encyclopaedia
enters the ring and looks up at the struggling Dinucci. The look upon Zale’s
face becomes somewhat demonic as he does not follow Dinucci, but merely moves
the ladder out of the way!
DM: Nowhere to go but down for JD!
JD: I heard JD goes down a lot…
DM: Man you’re sick…
Dinucci hangs for a moment, prone before the belt begins
to pull away from the cable! Finally, the belt comes loose and Dinucci falls,
his back and neck hitting the canvas hard! The crowd stir as The Dark Lotus
begins to get to his feet! He looks around at the ensuing carnage… Zale
standing over Dinucci, Riddick down on the ground and the Television Title
lying on the mat… He does not notice, however, that the referee was
caught hard in the face when Riddick fell from the ladder and he too is unconscious
outside of the ring!
DM: Lotus is back to his feet and that title is
on the mat!
Lotus grabs the belt and jumps around! He celebrates winning
the Television Championship by climbing to the middle rope. He holds the title
above his head in victory. While all of this has been taking place, Riddick
slowly gets to his knees. He watches TDL pick up the belt and celebrate. He
looks across at Zale stood over Dinucci smiling… The anger boils on
his face until suddenly he jumps to his feet!
DM: LOTUS IS THE NEW TV CHAMPION! I CANNOT BELIEVE
IT!
JB: I think he looks a little too happy… Has he never won a title before?
DM: I don’t think Riddick is too happy Jesy!
Riddick runs and connects with an enziguri to the back of
Zale’s head! The Human Violence Encyclopaedia is caught off guard and
sent flying across and out of the ring!
DM: ZALE IS DOWN AND OUT!
Riddick stands back up and looks around, the referee is only
just beginning to move. He looks at Lotus still holding that title above his
head. A smile crosses his lips; the crowd begin to catch on. He strolls up
behind TDL and swings his arm north catching him in the family jewels!
DM: I hate seeing that happen…
JB: I know… That makes me more green than the weed!
As TDL begins to fall from the top rope, Riddick grabs the
TV Title… TDL falls to the outside and hits the mat hard. Riddick escapes
the ring and heads up the ramp. He stops at the top and turns around holding
the title high above his head… Zale pulls himself up and back into the
ring looking angry, The Dark Lotus pulls himself
up on the ropes and slowly starts to make his way toward the ramp. As he reaches
the bottom of it, the bell rings! The referee is back in the ring!
RA: The winner of this bout and… STILL
PPW TELEVISION CHAMPION! RIDDICK ANDREWS!
DM: RIDDICK HAS CHEATED AND SNEAKED HIS WAY INTO
KEEPING THAT TELEVISION TITLE! LOTUS SHOULD BE THE CHAMPION!
JB: You do what you have to do Michaels, whatever that is.
TDL turns around knowing that he had the match won, he screams
at the referee as Zale stares right past him up the ramp at Riddick. Andrews
stands smiling with the Television Title in his hands as we slowly begin to
fade out.
FADE TO BLACK