The pyrotechnics explode all around the Soldier field in Chicago, Illinois, as PPW Mutilation come son the air! Superstar By Saliva hits as the screaming fans are packed in in their thousands to see the world's best superstars compete in the world's best federation!

DM: Welcome everyone to PPW Mutilation we have a great series of matches here tonight, including a great Tag Team Match! Our President Teams up with the No. 1 Contender William Stone, to fight The PPW Champion Tre Crawford and Colin Zale!

JG: What a great match THAT will be!

DM: We start off tonight with a Triple Threat match!

OPENING MATCH
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Jono Black vs. Georgina vs Riggs

As we return from a commercial for Trojan Condoms "The Best way to get inside the unknown places" Georgina is stood in the ring as Wild Thing plays!

DM: Our first participant waits patiently!

The arena drops into darkness, the piano intro to the song begins to play. Blue lights blink on and off. We hear the words "Don't Be Scared My Child" just before song breaks out. Blue and red lights begin to circle the stage then out of a thick fog appears Riggs. He stands on the rampway and looks down towards the ring, he raises one arm into the air and makes his way down to the ring. Riggs climbs onto the apron and slides in between the second rope. He pauses for a second before climbing onto the second turnbuckle and raiseing both his hands to form X shape to the fans. He jumps down and roles his shoulders staring at his opponents!

DM: Now for the third and final opponent!

The lights slightly dim down as "The Meaning of Life" starts to play over the PA, and then Jono Black steps out onto the platform, he looks around the crowd with a grin on his face. As Jono walks down the ramp, he flips off his combatants.Riggs, not being known for keeping a cool head, manages to creep to the side of the ring and lean against the ropes to the left of the apron Jono is climbing up onto.

DM: *quietly* Riggs seeming to have something in mind here… but Georgina and Jono don’t seem to have a clue.

JG: Why is everyone being so goddamn quiet around here?

Jim stands up and shouts across the arena at Georgina and Jono.

JG: WATCH OUT! DUDE’S SETTING UP SOMETHING!

Jim Grande proceeds to sit down, with half the arena (and Donovan Michaels) staring at him.

JG: What?

Jim notices the stare he’s getting from Michaels, and before he can say a word, replies

JG: Yes, my concussion is all gone.

Back in the ring, Jono has stopped on the ring apron as he was about to enter the ring, and is just staring at The Bomb, giving Riggs his perfect opportunity to strike. He runs to the ropes, and hits the Anarchy 99" on Jono’s knees, causing him to crumple. Black gets tangled on the bottom rope on the way down, and ends up flipping and crashing head first into the ringside mats.

JG: WHAT THE-

DM: Oh my god, Jono just pretty much piledrove his head into the mats, they aren’t that thick folks… and it’s all your fault Jim.

JG: But the… I was…With the… ah f*ck it.

The bell rings as Riggs laughs at the situation he’s caused already, but Georgina quickly brings him back to the match at hand (literally) as she pulls him over the top rope…by the hair. Riggs quickly gets up, and the two lock in a collar and elbow tie-up.

DM: Riggs using his more than 70 pound weight advantage to force Georgina around here.

JG: Do you weigh these people? Man, would I like to weigh Georgina… every single ounce of her… MM!

DM: Jim… just… *sighs* shut up.

JG: HMM?

Riggs forces Georgina to the corner, when referee Don Henman asks for a clean break. Riggs complies. Only to receive a slap to the face by Georgina. Riggs turns around from the force, and just smiles. But when he turns around to force her back to the corner, Georgina rakes him in the eyes with her nails.

JG: WHAT IS IT WITH WOMEN AND BIG NAILS?!

DM: It is way too early in the show for me to even question that.

Georgina goes on the offensive, hitting Riggs with random combinations of punches, kicks, and forearm smashes. She Irish whips him into the ropes, and attempts a dropkick after he bounces back. Riggs abruptly puts on the breaks, as Georgina lands front first on the mat.

JG: Please don’t pull a Sable!

DM: …I’m confused.

JG: Haven’t you read the internet headlines?

An abrupt camera shot change occurs, showing Grande holding a sign saying “Leaking silicone breast implants will keep Sable out of action for now”.

DM: God… great job advertising other places on our show Bomb!

JG: Thanks, I do what I can.

The action in the ring takes over again as Riggs is stomping away at Georgina. He picks her up, and quickly gives her a snap suplex. He maneuvers her around on the mat, then stands on her side and takes a deep breath.

JG: What in the hell…

DM: STANDING SHOOTING STAR! OH MY GOD!

JG: …Why don’t you just BE JR.?

DM: How many times are you gonna mention WWE talent?

JG: *gasp* How dare you say that company’s name on PPW television!?

DM: But…bah, still too early in the show.

Riggs goes for a cover, and the ref obliges with a count.

1… 2… SHOULDER UP!

Riggs just smiles bigger before lying down next to Georgina. He slides her arm behind his head and his arm behind her head, and hooks his leg with hers.

JG: Ooh, Riggs lookin’ for a lil’ action, maybe he ain’t so bad.

DM: Seriously, what kind of life do you live? A porn filled one?

Riggs rolls himself (and in effect Georgina) backward, and they both are on their feet. Riggs then leans forward, and with a ton of velocity, snaps back into a side Russian legsweep.

DM: That was, erm, unique and effective.

Riggs quickly rights himself, and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He pauses for a moment, getting his balance together, and attempts a 450 Splash! Attempts being the key word, as Georgina rolls out of the way at the last second. She gains her bearings, and waits for Riggs to stir before bouncing off the ropes in front of him and nailing a sunset flip on Riggs.

1…2…KICKOUT!

They both get up to their knees, as they start trading punch for punch. A small trace of blood can be seen coming from Riggs’ forehead, but he doesn’t seem to mind. They trade a few punches when Riggs starts to mount a succession of them, when-

JG: AAAAAW! God DAMN! Has she no passion for the male genitalia?!

All the men in the arena give the mandatory groan as Georgina has a handful o’ nuts, using extra force behind her nails.

JG: She’s causing leaks Don!

DM: And you’d care… why?

JG: You… I… Erm… I don’t know.

Georgina gets up on her feet, and having Riggs at her utter mercy, he follows in a hunched position. She takes advantage of this by DDT’ing him, with his head spearing right into the mat, and his body floating over. She looks at the fans, smirking, but then looks right at Jono Black finally regaining his bearings on the outside. She quickly slides out, and pulls up some mats to reveal the concrete floor. She spins him around, kicks him in the gut, and sets up for an Evenflow DDT.

JG: NO! NOT ON THE CONCRETE! … Well, it may be interesting.

The crack of Jono’s skull meeting the concrete isn’t as interesting as it’s sickening. Georgina just chuckles and slides back into the ring. Still looking at Jono, she all out laughs and points… as Riggs gets up behind her and laughs and points at her.

JG: DON’T TURN AROUND GEORGE!

DM: Why… forget it.

Upon hearing some faint noise, Georgina- you guessed it- turns around, and is met by Riggs with a Hopskotch! He reaches over and pulls a leg up for the cover.

1…2…3!

The bell sounds as Donovan does his best to stifle a chuckle.

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - RIGGS

DM: Do you enjoy costing people matches?

JG: Not when I’m not doing it on purpose… erm, you… SHUT UP!

Grande sulks as Riggs’ hand is raised as the shot switches to a commercial for Kraft Easy Mac, for the lazy asses who can’t wait twenty minutes for a crap load of macaroni and cheese… now able to be nuked!

We head backstage to see Johnny Dinucci walking down the corridor. He is walking to his office as he passes the coffee area. Krazy Kris is stood holding coffee. He's talking to Jesy Blue who still can't talk. He turns and slams into Dinucci, spilling the coffee down the front of his suit!

JD: : YOU IDIOT! This was a BRAND NEW SUIT!

KK: : Hey, calm down it was an accident...

JD: : Accident? You think this was an accident!?

KK: : Yeah... If I'd meant it, the coffee would have hit your face...

JD: : Really... That's interesting... Well I just hope all that coffee helps you more than whatever you were drinking last week...

Kris moves forward but Jesy stops him.

JD: : Good luck in your match Kris... Because I've just decided that that match... IS NEXT!

JD walks past Kris and heads back to his office as we fade to black.

JG: Next up is our big tag team match!

MATCH 2
REGULAR TAG TEAM MATCH
Jesy Blue & Krazy Kris vs. Johan Pariah & Tommy Gigliotti

DM: Yes indeed. Pariah and Gigliotti assaulted Kris and Liana last week after the match, so Kris will be lookin' to settle the score, and maybe get some revenge!

JG: Here comes Jesy Blue!

All the lights go out in the arena as a deep harmonized voice begins laughing over the PA, then speaks:

"ARE YOU READY? BRING ON THE SMOKE. TURN OUT THE LIGHTS. CAN YOU FEEL THE ENERGY? I SAID CAN YOU FEEL THE ENERGY?! OKAY. NOW...GET READY TO LOSE YOUR MIND. GET READY TO LOSE CONTROL. NOW...YOU'RE A VICTIM...OF HARDSTYLE!" After that the raver music begins and yellow, green and blue strobe lights begin flashing to the bassline. Jesy Blue comes out wearing green baggy UFO pants and a big furry hat carrying glowsticks, which he tosses into the crowd, and has a neon pacifier in his mouth.

JG: Here comes that ass hole, Krazy Kris...

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 elbow pad on his left elbow, and a flowing black duster trenchcoat, 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 pyros go off. He then makes his way over to Jesy Blue, and awaits Pariah and Gigliotti...

DM: One has to think that, should Jesy and Kris lose this match that, they their standing with Quentin Barnes is going to drop dramatically.

JG: You know what makes the boss happy…shine…it made me happy…

DM: It made you have to use the restroom too…

JG: It’s damn strong shine!

DM: Here come the new guys…well, at least one of them…

"Miseria Catare" by AFI blares across Soldier Field, and Johan Pariah makes his way to the ring. Meanwhile, back in the ring, "The Rotweiler" sneaks in behind and clotheslines Kris and Jesy down to the mat. Johan slides into the ring, and both he and his tag team partner deliver several kicks to the fallen tag team.

JG: Good move there by the newcomers.

DM: Good move? It was a cheap move!

JG: It wasn’t cheap, it was free!

The referee finally forces Pariah out of the ring, and rolls Jesy out too. Thus "The Rotweiler" continues nailing Kris with several kicks. He drops a knee into the back of Kris, then bounces off the ropes and drops a jumping knee drop into the back of Kris’s head.

DM: As much as I despise the cheap…or free shot that Pariah and Gigliotti used, they’re doing the right thing by pressing their advantage.

JG: Yeah, the guys have to do what they can to win - they've still got a long way to go to establish themselves in PPW...

DM: Good point.

JG: I only make good points.

Back in the ring, Gigliotti picks up Kris and tosses him into the ropes. Kris receives a spinning crescent kick on his way back. Gigliotti leaps over to his partner and tags Pariah in. Gigliotti then tosses Kris into the ropes as he steps out, and "The Messanger" hits him on the bounce back with a beautiful belly to belly suplex.

DM: Great move there by Johan Pariah.

JG: I’ve done better.

"The Messanger" picks Kris up and tosses him into the corner near Jesy. He goes for a jumping full body splash only to miss as Jesy pushes his partner out of the way.

DM: Smart move by Pariah.

JG: I call it slightly intelligent.

DM: I call you a jack-

The camera flashes back to the ring to show Jesy leap over the ropes and start wailing on "The Messanger" with closes right hands. The referee tries to pull Jesy off, but Jesy shrug shim off.

DM: I think the frustrations getting to Jesy.

JG: Wouldn’t you be frustrated if you went from being a successful stoner to being a bad wrestler?

DM: He’s not a bad wrestler…he’s not half bad at all.

JG: He’s not half good at all either…

Jesy finally pulls himself off of Pariah, and drops a quick standing leg drop. He gets back up and repeats it. He gets up a third time and tags Kris, then climbs the turnbuckle as Kris keeps Pariah grounded with several kicks. Jesy hits a spectacular moonsault from the top rope, then rolls out of the ring. Kris goes for the pin…kickout at 2.

DM: If Kris can keep the pressure on, they have won this match

JG: But it’s not like everyone can turn ravaging good looks into an effective counter to experience…it took me a whole day. I highly doubt that Pariah and Gigliotti are as talented as I.

Kris slaps Pariah into a side headlock. Pariah fights his way to his feet and out of the hold. He then punches Kris and goes to walk across the ring, but Kris does a reverse drop toe hold forcing Pariah’s head to crash into the bottom turnbuckle.

DM: The experience factor really helps out here. Jesy and Kris are PPW "veterans" in the ring, which provides a bounty of benefits.

JG: Yeah, it is nice to know every inch of the ring and where you are.

Kris puts Pariah into an abdominal stretch and tags Jesy. Jesy bounces off the opposite ropes and places a dropkick right in the exposed abdominal region of Pariah. Kris exits the ring and Jesy locks a front headlock onto Pariah. Pariah tries to power out of it, but each time he gets to his feet, Jesy grounds him back down. But, Pariah is making progress toward his tag team partner, who’s hand is stretched for the tag. He powers up and lifts Jesy up…his fingers are millimeters from Gigliotti…that’s when Kris places a perfect dropkick into the back of Pariah’s knee, forcing Pariah down and into a pinning predicament.

DM: Excellent move there by Kris…see? That experience factor is already paying dividends.

JG: Bounty? Dividends? What is this guy, a bank?

Jesy drags Pariah back into Jesy/Kris’s corner, and tags Kris back in. They keep Pariah in the corner for a good 2 minutes. Gigliotti tries to get in the ring and over to his partner, but each time, the ref forces him back out to the apron.

DM: Gigliotti means well, but he’s hurting his partner more then he’s helping.

JG: You sure that he’s not Jesy and Kris’s cohort?

DM: That’s absurd!

JG: I KNEW IT!

Kris grabs Pariah from behind and holds him in the corner. Jesy goes halfway into the ring and turns around to deliver a running splash. Meanwhile, Pariah delivers several elbows to Kris, knocking him off the apron, and catches Pariah midsplash and slams him into the corner.

DM: THAT WAS A POWERSLAM INTO THE CORNER!!

JG: Everybody saw that "Captain Obvious"...

Pariah collapses forward and starts crawling toward his tag team partner while Jesy lays sprawled out in the corner. Kris slides into the ring to prevent Pariah from the tag. Jesy still hasn’t moved, so the ref goes to check on him. Meanwhile, Gigliotti has had enough and slides into the ring with a steel chair. He nails Kris right in the forehead with the steel chair, disposes of the evidence, and lifts his opponent up on to his shoulders into a Fireman's Carry. He then spins him around and slams him into the ground with a DDT...

DM: HE’S HIT THE MAFIA DROP!!

JG: It’s a freaking F5!

DM: MAFIA DROP.

Grande slaps Michaels.

DM: Thanks…I needed that.

Grande slaps Michaels again.

DM: Asshole.

JG: Just making sure you’re back to normal.

The ref goes to check to see if Kris is ok. Gigliotti plays to the crowd, then wallops Kris on the nose.

DM: He could break Kris’s nose that way.

JG: He won’t feel it though; he’s already passing out from a good combination of the F5 and the body odour.

Kris’s tries to get ot his feet...and falls. And again…falls. Gets up…just as he is about to lose his balance, Jesy comes out of nowhere with a kick to the stomach, followed by an Unprettier-style manoeuvre.

DM: THE PACIFIER!

JG: Nice...

Kris and Gigliotti roll out to the floor as Jesy stands back up. Jesy goes to follow them to the outside, but his hit from behind by a forearm by Pariah.

DM: Just in case people lost track, Jesy and Pariah are the official legal men.

JG: Yeah…I did lose track.

Grande slaps Michaels.

JG: I’m better now.

Pariah lifts Jesy up in a Powerbomb position. As he’s about drop him down to the mat, Jesy wiggles free and, pulling Pariah down with him, hits a Corkscrew 450 Splash!

DM: ROLLING!

JG: Wow…this kid can modify his finishers to work anywhere…he may be related to me.

Michaels slaps "The Bomb".

JG: Thanks.

The ref counts the pinfall. 1... 2... 3!!

WINNERS OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - JESY BLUE & KRAZY KRIS

JG: Damn it! I hate Kris, I hate him, I hate him!

Suddenly, from the crowd, William Stone appears! He enters the ring and clocks Jesy Blue with a pair of Brass Knucks! With Blue out of the way, Stone turns his attention to The Krazy One. He proceeds to beat the living hell out of Kris with the knucks, until Kris' face is completely blood-filled.

DM: No! William Stone is a sick bastard! He just came out here and assaulted Kris for no apparent reason!

JG: Yeah! Go Stone...you the man!

William Stone exits up the ramp, a huge grin on his face, as Kris is left lying in a pool of his own blood - this is the second week in a row that Kris has won but suffered a huge beating...

We head backstage to see Sean Evan's warming up. So close to his match he flexs his muscles and begins to walk to towards the ring. He walks past a door but hears knocking... He looks at the door before shaking his head and walking on. A few steps later he hears knocking again. He walks to the door and opens it, to pitch black.

SE: Hello? Hello? Is anyone there!?

He turns around and shrugs again as a hand comes out of the door and grips his shoulder. Evan's is dragged inside and the door slams shut. Yells of pain are heard from behind and the sound of crashing metal. Suddenly, the door flies open and a bloody, beaten Sean Evan's is thrown out. The camera looks into the room seeing nothing and we fade to the PPW logo as EMT's rush to Evan's aid.

JG: This next match will be great, Michaels, WOOOOOOOOO!!!

DM: Yeah it’s another grudge match between the PPW Bloodgames champion Verafai Omega, and White Dragon…

JG: It was that ass hole Barnes that set this one up – he and Omega seem to be becoming increasingly bothered by each other…

DM: That’s right, and after Verafai’s actions last week on Mutilation, Barnes decided to choose the stipulation for this match, and he chose Crutch on a Pole! QB also handpicked White Dragon to take on Omega, after last week’s conclusion to their match!

JG: It promises to be a bit of a slobber knocker, as well as a great Hardcore match, Don…

CRUTCH ON A POLE MATCH
PPW BLOODGAMES TITLE
Verafai Omega vs. White Dragon

DM: We’re just about ready for this one, folks, so lets go over to the ring…

In the ring, the PPW officials install the pole in to one corner of the ring. Another referee climbs a ladder, and affixes the crutch to the top of the pole. A third man, a PPW backstage staff member, checks over the pole and the crutch, to ensure everything is safe and firmly attached. He then gives the nod to the ring announcer, and two men depart, leaving referee Don Henman in the ring, to officiate the bout.

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time of the first ever PPW Crutch on a Pole match! Allow me to explain the rules…

JG: We know the rules already!

Ring Announcer: …the match is a Hardcore match, in which both competitors will do battle as in any normal Hardcore match, and will win the match with a pinfall, also the same as any other Hardcore match. However, in the corner of the ring is a pole, and on the top of that pole is a crutch…the first man to climb the turnbuckle and grab the crutch may use it as they see fit, on their opponent. And now for the participants…

JG: This is gonna be good, Michaels! Maybe after this Omega will FINALLY get the recognition he deserves from Barnes…

DM: Maybe he will…

The lights go out as "Not Meant For Me" by Wayne Static starts. Smoke rolls in as blue light moves around. White Dragon comes to the ring wearing a black priestly robe with a white scarf with black crosses on it around his neck. He walks down to the ring with his arms out to his side and his head down. He gets to the ring and slides in on his stomach, gets up and spins around. He then takes off the hood and climbs the turnbuckle.

Dragon then approaches the pole and looks up at the crutch, with a determined and yet slightly intimidated look on his face. He then looks down the ramp to await the arrival of his opponent.

JG: And here comes the champ!

'Can't Keep' by Pearl Jam splits the airwaves as Verafai Omega, decked in full wrestling attire with patented black and gold mask firmly applied, heads toward the ring, sliding under the bottom rope he looks at the crutch on the pole and gives a wry smile. He then looks at White Dragon and the smile quickly fades to a disgruntled snarl.

DM: The tension between these 2 is uncontrollable, "Bomb"…you can cut the atmosphere with-

JG: -with a knife, yeah, yeah, Michaels…

The bell sounds and both men square off, looking deeply into each others eyes. Full concentration. Full attention. Ready to go…

Verafai Omega can be seen trash-talking Dragon, and Dragon’s face is quickly building up an angry, crumpled expression. Suddenly, seemingly sick of the jibes, White Dragon pounces on Omega with a huge right hand, almost knocking the champion off his feet.

DM: What a shot!

JG: He nearly took his head off!!!

DM: Don’t forget, folks, this one’s for the Bloodgames title – the belt that Omega won at Battle For Supremacy last month…

Omega stumbles backwards from the shot by Dragon, then quickly adjusts his footing. He then touches the side of his face with his hand, apparently shocked at the audacity of White Dragon…he then returns the punch to Dragon, and then all hell breaks loose. Both men begin knocking the living hell out of each other – lefts and rights thrown by the 2 of them.

JG: This one’s about to explode, Donny boy…any minute now…

White Dragon gets the early advantage and hits Verafai with an Inverted DDT, taking the champion to the canvas. Dragon then scurries up the turnbuckle and hits Omega with a Moonsualt!

DM: Wow! Great connection with that move by Dragon, he’s got the early lead over Omega… White Dragon then walks to the corner with the pole, and proceeds in climbing the ropes. But Omega sees this, and quickly gets to his feet, and drags Dragon off the ropes, and back down to Earth. The champion then hits a Twist of Fate, from out of the blue…very nearly breaking Dragon’s neck!

JG: Unbelievable execution by Omega!

Verafai Omega goes for an early cover, but referee Don Henman only reaches the count of 2. Omega vacates the ring, and throws the timekeeper to the floor, to acquire his chair.

Omega then re-enters the squared-circle, and raises the chair above his head. Dragon, however, counters this by sticking out his leg, and kicking Omega in the stomach. This causes the champ to drop the chair and clutch his midriff.

DM: Excellent counter-move by White Dragon – he’s in with a great chance in this match…everything seems to be on his side…Quentin Barnes set the stipulation to piss Omega off!

Dragon gets back to his feet, and grabs the steel chair from next to Omega. He then brings it crashing down on to Omega’s back – the painful yelps and screams can be heard echoing throughout the arena for several moments later.

JG: Now that had to hurt, Michaels!!!

Omega tries to get back to his feet, but Dragon hits him across the back with the chair again.

JG: Dragon was cursing Omega this past week for repeatedly using a steel chair…now HE’s doin’ it!

DM: He’s only hit him twice, Jim…he isn’t exactly a "one-trick pony"…

Dragon again makes his way to the turnbuckle, and attempts to climb up to retrieve the crutch. But Omega manages to get to his feet. He runs into the ropes – the vibration causing Dragon to lose his footing, and come crashing down once again.

Verafai then tries to take advantage of the situation by himself climbing the ropes. He manages to get to the top, but the crutch is still too high to reach.

JG: He’s got it, Michaels!

DM: I don’t think so, "Bomb", it’s still a little high for him to grasp!

Omega stretches as much as he can to reach the crutch, but he is still unsuccessful. He then jumps down off the ropes and exits the ring. He drops down to his knees and begins to fiddle around under the apron, searching for something.

DM: What’s he lookin’ for?

Just as Michaels finishes speaking, Omega pulls a ladder out form underneath the ring!

JG: There’s your answer, Don!

Omega throws the ladder under the ropes, then slides back in to the ring, where Dragon is now back to his feet. Before Omega can completely get back in to the ring, White Dragon issues a Baseball Slide, connecting right with Omega’s jaw!

JG: Oh my holy mother! That could’ve taken a few teeth out!

Omega clutches his mouth, whilst Dragon sets up the ladder over by the pole. He pushes the clasps closed on either side, to ensure the ladder won’t close in on him. He then proceeds to climb the metal structure.

DM: White Dragon could be first to use the crutch, Jim…

JG: Oh crap…

Omega gets back to his feet, and begins to climb the other side of the ladder. Both men meet at the top, and begin to exchange punches. Then, Omega manages to grab a hold of the challenger, and connects with an X-Factor!!!

DM: OH MY LORD! HE JUST BROKE HIM IN HALF!!! AN X-FACTOR OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!! SOMEBODY CALL THE PARAMEDICS!!!

Dragon is sent crashing to the mat in a heap…Verafai Omega climbs back to the top of the ladder and stands cockily looking out at the PPW audience. He raises his arms above his head, to a chorus of boos and jeers.

DM: Look how proud of himself Verafai Omega is! He’s a sick son-of-a-bitch!!!

JG: Don’t stand there celebrating, Verafai, get that crutch and then get the pinfall!

As Omega is standing celebrating, he slips slightly on the top rung, and the ladder begins to wobble slightly.

JG: Oh shit…

As Omega wobbles to keep his balance, he in-turn wobbles the ladder even more, and the ladder eventually begins to fall towards the pole.

JG: Oh shit…

The ladder hits the pole, and Verafai Omega shoots from the top of ladder, to the outside, and hits his head on the crowd barrier surrounding the Mutilation ring!

JG: OH SHIT!!!

DM: Indeed! Verafai Omega’s cocky nature has caused him to fall on his ass outside the ring. Come on Dragon, get up!!!

Verafai Omega seems to be unconscious outside the ring. Meanwhile inside the ring, White Dragon is gradually clambering back to his feet. He leans on the ropes for support, and looks outside of the ring to see Omega in a heap on the mats. Dragon then sets the ladder up again, and begins to climb it.

JG: NO!!! GET UP OMEGA, YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET CRUTCHED!!!

White Dragon maintains his balance long enough to reach the top of the ladder. He reaches up and grabs the crutch, but it is firmly attached to the pole. Dragon applies more force, and as he pulls the crutch towards him, the ladder falls backwards into the ring, and Dragon falls on to his back on the other side of the ring – the crutch falls next to him.

DM: Dragon got the pole! Then fell! A chance for Omega now if he can get to this feet in time!

JG: C’mon, Verafai!

Verafai Omega eventually wakes up on the outside of the ring. He rubs his head and begins to crawl towards the announce table. He uses it for support and gets to his vertical base once again. He looks up at the pole, and sees that the crutch has gone. He looks into the ring and sees his opponent, White Dragon, lying on the canvas. He then looks harder and sees the crutch, its handle unoccupied by a hand, lying next to Dragon!

Omega slides into the ring, grabs the crutch and positions it on the mat. He then picks up Dragon, and sets him up for the Omega Device!

DM: Uh-oh…here comes the Omega Device, "Bomb"…

JG: WOOOOOO!!!

DM: Will you please stop that!?

JG: Sorry…

Verafai Omega hits the Omega Device on White Dragon, and sends Dragon’s skull thudding in to the crutch! Dragon’s head bursts open, and the crimson flows on to the ring.

JG: He’s bust him open, Michaels…

DM: The blood is all over the place!

Omega then throws the crutch to one side, and goes for the pin attempt on White Dragon…

1…

DM: This one’s over, "Bomb"…

2…

JG: Yup, great effort by Dragon though…

KICK OUT BY DRAGON!!!

DM: My God! He kicked out! How in the hell…

White Dragon somehow manages to get his shoulder up, and Verafai Omega’s face is filled with a look of shock and frustration. He then grabs the crutch, and begins attacking Dragon, repeatedly crashing it into Dragon’s, ribs and stomach!

DM: STOP THIS!!! THIS IS SICK!!!

Omega then covers Dragon again…

1….2….3!!!

JG: He got it! Omega’s still the champion!

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – VERAFAI OMEGA

DM: That was a sickening end to that match – Verafai Omega began annihilating White Dragon, destroying his body with the crutch!

JG: Who cares? The match is over, and maybe now Omega will get the respect and reward that he deserves!

The scene fades in on a referee’s striped shirt. The stripes keep moving, but the camera doesn’t. Finally, the shot zooms out to reveal the All State Champion, De Marco Ryne in his referee attire for the evening. A even further zoom out reveals Zak Hackett in his ring gear walking behind him, talking to him relentlessly.

ZH: Come on… 30 bucks?

DMR: I told you yesterday, no. I ain’t accepting bribes.

ZH: Forty?

DMR: U.S. dollars or pounds?

ZH: Dollars.

DMR: Hell No.

ZH: Ok… Fifty AND I’ll take out Knuckles before New Dawn.

Ryne stops abruptly, forcing Zak to as well. Ryne peers around, and a slight smile comes to his face.

DMR: Fine, you have a deal.

Zak, being giddy, gives him a fifty dollar bill, and Ryne immediately takes it, and gives it to a large woman in a Hawaiian shirt with a backstage pass. Ryne walks away, as Zak hustles to catch up with a angry look on his face.

ZH: HEY!

DMR: I don’t need your money…

ZH: Well at least don’t give it to someone who’ll buy all my Pop-Tarts!

DMR: Hey, she’s only a bit on the plump side-

ZH: A BIT on the plump side?! That's like saying Christopher Reeve just has a limp…

The shot fades to the announcers as Zak and Ryne walk off.

MATCH 4
SPECIAL REFEREE MATCH
De Marco Ryne
Zak Hackett vs. Sean Evans

DM: Well ladies and gentlemen… We don’t quit know if Sean Evan’s will even be able to compete here tonight. I mean, he was attacked earlier by… Someone!

JG: Lets just hope that Zak Hackett doesn’t get a shot at the title by default.

Complete darkness fills the PPW arena. A few seconds of hesitation pass and the lights start to flicker on and off, at a fast tempo. Get Inside by stone sour begins to play over the PA system. Starting off quietly and gradually getting louder. Grey and white speckles slowly but surely filter on the PTIW-Tron, raining down from the top of the picture in a snow like affect motion. The speed and frequency of the grey and white speckles starts to pick up the pace a little, seemingly following the music. The name De Marco Ryne flashes up on screen then explodes as the chorus kicks in. As this happens huge red and blue Pyro erupt from the entranceway with a mighty crash. Previews of De Marco handing out punishment and taking some seriously sick bumps plays on the PPW-Tron as a figure emerges. He slowly walks to the ring, a sense of no trust maybe? Always looking and absorbing the cheers from the crowds.

DM: And here is our guest referee!

JG: Whoopty-do!

Ryne rolls into the ring holding his title in his hand. The Referee’s shirt covers his upper body. He hands the title to the timekeeper and awaits the 2 men fighting to face him for the title!

DM: Up first to come out is Zak Hackett!

"Phenomenon" by Limp Bizkit starts up part-way through the song as Zak Hackett walks out from underneath the ramp with Mike Ston in tow. He runs down in between the ramp and the fans, giving high fives on the way, and slides into the ring. He circles around the ring, pointing to a certain few and giving shoutouts. He stops face to face with DMR who just smiles. Hackett backs away and points at the title outside the ring and motions around his waist.

RA: And his opponent…

The ring announcer is cut off by a voice echoing through the arena…

Voice: I never liked the white coats… They never quite agreed with me… White just doesn’t suit a man like me…

No-one can be see, Ryne and Hackett look around… Each watching their backs.

Voice: I decided not to stay… I decided to come home. It’s amazing how grown men can cry when you have teeth sunk into their flesh. They’ll do anything for you to let them go… Like sign a release form…

The voice is recognisable… But no-body can quite trace it…

Voice: Besides… I had a favour to call in… At least 1 last match to fight in… And this match now… Is no… holds… barred… Because tonight, I come back… To take what is rightfully mine… I never got my shot De Marco… And now Zak Hackett MUST SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!

The Great American Nightmare By Rob Zombie hits, the crowd realise who is returning… As do Hackett and Ryne!

JG: NO! HE’S IN THE ASYLUM!

DM: APPARANTLY NOT!

JG: IT CAN’T BE!

DM: IT IS!

Both: IT’S DRAVEN!

Draven makes his way out onto the ramp… A Steel chair in each hand. He slowly walks to the ring, Hackett looks unfazed… He starts to scream and shout at Draven to get into the ring. He takes his time, not wanting to rush. He walks up the steps and climbs into the ring. Ryne calls for the bell.

DM: This Ma… Whatever it’s going to be… Is about to begin!

JG: It’s getting better by the second.

Hackett stares deep into the eyes of Draven, who is stood emotionless… He holds the chairs tight in his hands. He breaks the stare to turn and put the chairs down in the corner. Hackett takes advantage trying a quick schoolboy roll-up!

1… NO! Kickout!

Draven jumps up, as does Hackett. Hackett nails Draven with a clothesline knocking him to the mat. Draven jumps up to his feet again, before Hackett nails a second clothesline. The act is repeated for a third time before Hackett fires off a few hard right hands to Draven’s face!

DM: Zak is taking it to Draven!

JG: I’m actually surprised!

The right hands stagger his opponent, but he doesn’t fall. Hackett runs from the ropes and catches Draven with a running STO!

1…2… NO! Draven kicks out!

DM: Draven hasn’t had a chance to catch breath since this match began!

Hackett keeps in control as Draven gets to his feet, a kick to the gut before hitting a jumping knee smash! Draven is sent to his feet by the impact before Hackett runs from the ropes and spears his sick opponent! The crowd go wild at anticipation of Hackett winning the match.

DM: Hackett climbs up to the top! I think he’s going for that Frog Splash Cross Body!

Hackett sores through the air landing the big Cross Body on Draven! They hit the mat with an audible thud!

1… 2… NO! Draven kicks out!

Hackett slaps the mat in frustration as he gets to his feet. He signals to the crowd for the Hack-em-ett! As Draven gets to his feet, he runs and jumps gripping Draven around the neck. Draven holds on though, keeping Hackett in the air before running and tossing his opponent over the top rope to the floor!

DM: My god! Hackett could be dead!

JG: I doubt it Donny boy…

Draven regains his bearings in the ring and looks down at the steel chairs. He smiles as he takes hold of one and goes to head outside of the ring. De Marco Ryne intervenes, stopping Draven to give Hackett time to recover. Draven grips the chair in both hands and raises it at Ryne who steps back with his hands up. Draven heads outside as Zak slowly gets to his feet. He turns around only to be caught straight between the eyes with the chair!

DM: Oh my god… That has to hurt!

JG: You don’t say…

Draven slowly walks around the ring with the steel chair in hand. He slides the chair into the ring and rolls in. He tries to take hold of the chair again, but De Marco Ryne stands on it. Draven stands to his full height and starts to shout at Ryne.

DM: What’s going on here!?

JG: Best not get on the wrong side of the referee Draven!

Draven pushes Ryne, who pushes Draven back. Draven nails DMR straight between the eyes with a right hand! Ryne staggers but then comes back with one of his own! The crowd explodes as Draven and Ryne fire rights at one another! Hackett begins to move on the outside as Draven kicks Ryne between the legs. Ryne drops to his knees as Draven picks up the chair.

DM: Holy shit…

JG: I felt that…

Ryne still on his knees, but holding onto the second chair as Draven stands up holing the first chair in his hands. Hackett slowly rolls into the ring and starts to pull himself up behind Ryne. De Marco slowly gets to his feet and Draven swings the chair!

DM: DE MARCO DUCKED!

De Marco turns and swings his chair at the head of Draven… He ducks and the chair collides straight with the head of Zak Hackett who had walked away from the ropes. Draven drops his chair as Ryne looks down at what he’s just done!

JG: I think that was a mistake… But it seems to be the good kind!

DM: That depends on your Point Of View!

Draven slowly drops to his knees and stares deep into the eyes of Ryne as he presses his hands onto the shoulders of the fallen Hackett!

1…… 2…… 3! Draven wins!!!

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - DRAVEN

Draven smiles sickly as he snakes backwards out of the ring. De Marco Ryne looking down at Hackett, inadvertently screwed, as we fade to a commercial for Just Teen Magazine, with their spokesperson Jim Grande!

Eminence is backstage doing squats in his locker room for a while before he stands upright and hops about on the spot. He grabs his shirt off the back of a steel chair and wipes some sweat away from his eyes and lips as he opens his locker room door and heads on out. As he heads out and turns left, without looking, he almost knocks over Georgina. Georgina glares at Eminence, who looks at her with confusion. Georgina laughs slightly and walks off as Eminence continues to look at her with slight confusion; as if he remembers her but at the same time, has no idea who she is...

MATCH 5
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
James Spyder vs. Eminence

DM: Well i’m sure you’ll have a vested interested in this one Bomb, that’s your opponent from last week in there now.

JG: I believe you mean, victim.

DM: Ahh, Bomb, have you actually caught a replay of that match, Spyder kicked your ass.

JG: ey, who won the match!

DM: Your hopeless.

Spyder slams a boot into the midsection of Eminence and immediately starts laying into him with forearms to the back, without wasting any time Spyder drags Eminence to one side of the ring and throws him straight over the top rope. Spyder steps between the ropes and follows Eminence out, stopping briefly to stare at Jim Grande at ringside with a twisted grin on his face.

DM: Here’s your chance to tell Spyder what you really think of him Bomb.

JG: I... Maybe later.

Spyder turns back to Eminence and pulls him to his feet, but as he does Eminence throws a few stiff jabs into Spyder midsection, before whipping Spyder knees first into the steel stairs. Eminence follows up with a few stomps to the left knee of Spyder, before picking him and putting Spyders head between his legs.

DM: I think he’s going for a powerbomb!

Eminence attempts to lift Spyder, but Spyder blocks the move and backdrops Eminence on the stiff mats.

JG: Damn...

DM: Lucky escape there by Spyder.

Spyder picks up Eminence and rolls him back into the ring, before doing so himself, breaking the ref’s count at seven. Spyder picks up Eminence and hits a short clothesline, followed up with a legdrop, he goes for the cover 1....2....Kickout. Wasting no time, Spyder heads over to a corner and begins taking off the turnbuckle pad, the referee tries to stop him but Spyder just shrugs him off and eventually removes it, before tossing it away.

DM: Spyder certainly living up to his sinister reputation, wasting no time in removing the turnbuckle pad.

JG: Is it really a surprise, the guy’s not all there.

Spyder attempts to pick up Eminence, but is met by a solid uppercut, Eminence immediately stands and hits Spyder with an enziguri! Both men remain down for a moment before Eminence clamours to his feet. He heads to the top rope and sets himself, before leaping off with a swanton bomb! However Spyder lifts his knees and Eminence takes it full force with his stomach.

DM: This match has been brutal, neither man can take a serious advantage.

Spyder stands up and grabs Eminence by the throat, dragging him across to the tuirnbuckle with no pad, however the referee jumps inbetween Spyder and his aim.

JG: Well this referee certainly brought his balls with him to the ring.

Spyder looks a little frustrated and yells at the ref to get out of the way, he pauses for a moment, just long enough for Eminence to reach up and gouge him in the eye. Eminence shoves Spyder forward, sending him crashing into the referee who is then jammed in the corner, the back of his head hitting the steel of the turnbuckle. Eminence turns Spyder around and whips him into the opposite corner as the referee slumps to the mat. Spyder hits as Eminence follows him in, but Spyder gets his boot up in Eminences face, before grabbing Eminence by the head and lifting him into a jumping ddt, Spyder wastes no time picking Eminence up and dragging him to the unprotected turnubuckle, before slamming Eminences head right into the bare steel! Eminence goes down in a heap as Spyder instinctively goes for a cover.

JG: Well it serves the sadistic bastard right, he may have the match won here, but theres no referee to count the fall.

Spyder looks over at the fallen referee, who still hasn’t moved, he then goes over and starts to shake the ref, who begins to move slightly. Spyder turns back to Eminence and picks him up off the mat, Eminence now has a trail of blood leading down his forehead as Spyder hooks his head between his legs, but before Spyder can do anythign further Eminence backs up and slams a forearm into the groin of Spyder, Eminence gets to his feet and immediately hits Spyder with Supremacy! (Evenflow ddt) and makes the cover!

JG: This could be it, wake up you idiot referee!

The referee begins to stir in time to see Eminence applying the cover, he slowly counts

1.........2........Kickout!

JG: Nooooo.

Eminence looks frustrated as blood continues to trail down his head. He picks up Spyder and whips him into the ropes, on the way back Eminence hits him with a superkick that sends Spyder to the mat. Eminence turns and heads for the corner, before climbing to the top rope.

DM: He’s going for the Paramount, this could do it!

Eminence flies off with a beautifully executed Paramount (shooting star legdrop) and connects! He immediately rolls into the cover as the referee, still a bit dazed, eventually notices and makes the cover 1.....

DM: It’s over!

2........ 2! No, Spyder got his foot on the ropes!

JG: Impossible!

Eminence pleads with the ref as the ref confirms that Spyder got his foot on the ropes before the 3 count. Eminence stands with an evil look in his eye and once again heads to the top rope.

DM: He’s going for it again!

Eminence flies off with another picture perfect Paramount, however Spyder manages to roll out of the way just in the nick of time. Both men are down on the mat looking extremely winded as the ref starts to count them out, he gets to five as both men climb to there feet, they begin to exchange blows before Spyder thrusts a knee into Eminence’s midsection, he doubles over as Spyder grabs him in a front face lock, then drives him face first into the mat. Not wasting any time, Spyder then rolls out of the ring and grabs his mallet.

JG: Should have known it would come to this.

Spyder enters the ring as the ref stands in his way, telling him to drop the weapon, Spyder waits until Eminence stands and swings back, but before he can hit Eminence the referee grabs his arm, the distraction is enough for Eminence to slam a fist into Spyders head, causing the weapon to fall to the mat, Eminence picks it up and slams it across the head of Spyder, causing Spyder to crash to the mat. Eminence drops down for the cover, only to hear the referee calling for the bell.

JG: You’ve got to be kidding, Spyder’s the one who brought the damn weapon into the ring to begin with!

The bell sounds as Eminence realises the referee has disqualified him, an enraged glare comes across his face as the referee hightails it out of the ring.

Break Stuff hits, and the crowd explode as Quentin Barnes makes his way out onto the ramp. He stands and looks out to the crowd, smiling with a microphone in hand.

QB: Welcome everyone, to PPW Mutilation!

The crowd pop.

QB: The greatest show on Earth! I wont hold up our show any longer than is needed... I'm out here tonight to address the man who earlier tonight gained a victory in a match of my making. Congratulations Omega... You did well... You may well have laid claim to what you were saying in your Promo's this week... For once. You're 6 and 0 for the last week... That much is true. But lets take a look at those matches...

He pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and begins to read.

QB: You've beaten Smasher, who has since left the company... Sledgehammer who is still yet to find his groove, Eric Gunner who is yet to win a match since the bloodgames tournement and White Dragon... Once by cheating... Lets face it Omega this list doesn't read as the créme de la créme of the wrestling business.

He drops the paper to the ground.

QB: You still claim you should get a shot at the World Title... Is that what you think, Omega? Well how about I do you a favour? Next week... I put you in a match that will see you fight one of the Final 4 in the PPW World Title stakes... You my friend, next week... Will be defending your Bloodgames Championship... Against the one, the only, the Incomparable JESY BLUE!

The crowd go nuts for this announcement!

QB: Have a nice week...

Break Stuff plays again as Barnes heads backstage to a chorus of cheers.

The show comes back from commercial as Trent Silver is already in the ring, as “Anthem” by Good Charlotte is playing with Tittiana walking down the ramp.

DM: Welcome back PPW fans! We’re just about to witness this matchup between the returning Trent Silver and Tittiana-

JG: Love that name. Well, Titti, if I can call her that for short,

DM: If you must.

JG: Titti beat that Big Tom or something of the like person last week to retain her job.

DM: Geez, I pulled a…Bomb. That sounded utterly wrong.

Tittiana slides into the ring as the bell rings, and the two combatants lock up. Silver gets the temporary advantage, backing Tittiana into the turnbuckles, as the ref calls for a break. Trent seems to ignore this for a moment, but gives a clean break. Tittiana responds with a clean kick to the gut.

JG: OOOOOOOOOOW!

DM: …What?

JG: Are you male?!

DM: …She got him in the gut.

JG: …Oh.

The two wrestlers begin to trade fists, and Tittiana gets the upper hand, when BAM, one of her punches nails Trent right in the throat, sending him to the ground.

JG: DAMN, that put him on dream street… GET IT? DREAM STREET? HE HAS TROUBLE SLEEPING?!

DM: You sure you recovered from that concussion?

JG: You’re just jealous cause I actually did some research… *chuckles* Dream street…

Trent is slow in getting up, so Tittiana helps him the rest of the way, as she Irish whips him into the ropes, and when he bounces back, hits a hip toss. She then runs off the ropes, and catches Silver with a bulldog as he’s on the rise. She goes for a cover; 1…2…Kickout! She quickly gets back up, and bounces off the ropes again, but Trent grabs her by the face and rakes her eyes.

DM: Referee admonishing Silver here.

Trent ignores him as he goes stomping on Tittiana. He picks her up and puts her in position for a suplex, and attempts the stalling version, when she flips out, swinging it into a swinging neckbreaker.

JG: Whoa… that was harsh…sorta.

As Trent attempts to raise himself, Tittiana signals to the fans. She starts to back up into Silver-

JG: She’s backing into him? What? Does she want it in the r-

DM: JUST DON’T!

She puts him in a snapmare position, but flips herself-

DM: RIGHTS OF SPRING!

1... 2... 3! TITTIANA WINS!

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - TITTIANA

We fade to a commercial for Dooby Snacks for the stoned dog in your life.