“Superstar” by Saliva hits as PPW Mutilation kicks off LIVE on TNN from The Pepsi Arena in Albany, New York! The Pyros explode and the crowds go absolutely wild 1 week before PPW Battle For Supremacy!

DM: Welcome everyone to PPW Mutilation! With just 1 week to go until Battle For Supremacy we have 5 fantastic matches for you!

JG: That’s right Michaels, we have some great matches for the fans this week.

As The Bomb speaks, Break Stuff cuts him off! The crowds go wild for the PPW President, Quentin Barnes. He makes his way out onto the ramp and slowly saunters to the ring. He rolls into the ring and jumps up… He raises his arms as the crowds constantly cheer. Grabbing a microphone he leans against the ropes.

QB: Without a shadow of a doubt… The one place on earth I can call home other than Texas… Is the state of New York!

The crowd explode for this cheap, yet effective pop.

QB: Every time I come to this state, I’m getting free drinks in bars, free nights in hotels, free food… And last night, I combined the 3… Let me explain…

He pulls a large roll of paper from his back pocket and lets it unroll… It hits the ground and keeps on going.

QB: THIS… ladies and gentleman… is my room service bill from last night… Ahem… Jack Daniels, 1 bottle…large… Martini, 1 bottle… dry… medium… For the wife. 1 large bucket of ice… At which point, I decided to experiment… 1 Margarita… 1 Tequila Slammer, 1 Sex On The Beach, 1 Blow Job… Oh wait no… That wasn’t from the menu…

The crowds laugh in unison…

QB: At which point I got peckish… So… 1 large bag of potato chips, 1 large tub of dip, one large chicken, one bowl of salad, 1 lobster, 1 steak, medium rare, one bag of peanuts… That was just for you JD… 2 large bowls of Ice Cream, the expensive stuff not the crap you can get… One order of take out from McDonalds… A big Mac, 2 Super-size Fries… Another Big Mac… A Coke… At which point I turned to Kate and said “Baby, are you sure you don’t want any food?”

They all laugh again…

QB: Well… After a night like that, I came here planning to sit back, relax and watch some good matches… Then I realized, I had a little announcement to make as perturbs to my match at the Pay Per View… The match that I am going to dominate… I am going to prove to the world that The Wolf really does still exist… I’m going to rip my opponent limb, from, limb… And that opponent will be, none other… Than…

As Barnes speaks, "I'm back, and better then ever..." rings out through the speakers… then static. Freaking Out by Adema kicks in as Hughsey 2 Hotty saunters out onto the stage. Barnes looks pissed at the interruption as H2H makes his way to the ring. He climbs the steps and enters through the ropes. He then walks to the corner of the ring and grabs a microphone.

H2H: So Quentin, we meet again. I was sitting backstage listening to you rave and ramble on with all this garbage about how dominant you will be at BFS, but you must seem to forget that you never had what it took before, why do you seem to think you have what it takes now?

QB: H2H... I heard that you'd arrived in PPW... But I never quite believed that anyone would be stupid enough to hire you again... Well... Except JD... You seem to forget, Hughsey... That while you were in the rest home for the inept and incontinent, I was still winning titles in WsW. And from the look of your gut, I doubt there is a belt big enough to fit you nowadays...

H2H: Didn't you ever learn not to judge a book by its cover? You see Barnes, I'm not the one out here running my mouth about how I'm going to win at BFS and how great I am, I'm just here to tell you that YOU AREN'T!

QB: Please... Don't think that you can come into MY federation and tell me what to think or say. I know I will dominate at BFS... Why? Because there is a place deep inside where a part of me, dark in spirit, insane in mental state lurks. A power that I have within that has helped and hindered me over the years. I'm no Vince McMahon making a wrestler out of an owner to bump up ratings... I'm making an owner out of a wrestler... But I can't keep the wrestler part locked up any longer...

H2H: But there is only one problem with all this, you were never a good wrestler and you never will be. I remember the old days of PhW where I fought every day of the week without break and kept winning. Now can you say that you could do that? I don't think you could. That's what makes me mentally and physically tougher than you. I don't care that I haven't wrestled in over a year but I just think of that as just a touch-up, ready for PPW's first PPV.

QB: I lost matches... Most people do. Very few go through their whole career unbeaten. But when it mattered... I was never found wanting. Go dig James Spyder up from stone he lies under and ask him if I was an easy touch at WsW Ascension... When we went 3 stages of hell through fire, electricity, barbed wire, glass and cinder blocks... Only for me to walk out Intercontinental Champion... Ask Morgan Reah if that stopped me from fighting through 15 other guys to narrowly lose out for the World Title. That night I fought for 2 hours... And I was there until the last breath... Last punch of both matches... And I was never good enough? Let's be honest here... You couldn't clean my boots with your tongue...

H2H: Couldn't clean your boots with my tongue you reckon? Let me show you what I can do. Inside your head you know you can't beat me, you know that I am a far more superior athlete and I am a better technical wrestler then you will ever be. Let's settle this once and for all, I put this to you Barnes. Quentin Barnes vs. Hughsey 2 Hotty at Battle For Supremacy!?

As H2H stops talking, all of the lights in the arena go out. The whole arena fills with smoke quickly and a bright white light focuses on Barnes and H2H… They move apart and the light splits following them around the ring. The Purepaintron suddenly flickers into life. Static flashes before light slashes across the screen. Spiders crawl out of the slashes on the screen, and then fade to nothing.

Voice:As quick as we are born we die, as quick as light grows it fades, nothing is endless, nothing is eternal except your suffering and torture…

Flashes of images of QB’s career hit the screen, his blood covered body at WsW Ascension, holding up his intercontinental title. Then a shot of him on the ground unconscious as Shane Best holds the title above his head.

Voice:The success you know will be your downfall, overconfidence will end your struggle as you fall into my trap.

Flashes then of Hughsey 2 Hotty arms raised before being attacked from behind and dropped to the ground. Boots being stomped into his back as he can’t move.

Voice:THIS could be your end… THIS could be your struggle… THIS IS YOUR DESTINY!

Finally, the 2 pictures… A Bloody Barnes and a bloody H2H merge into 1 yet again, another slash of light across the screen and spiders pour out, covering the images of Barnes and H2H as maniacal laughter is heard.

QB: As much as I'd love to fight you Hughsey... My match at Battle For Supremacy is already signed and sealed... Quentin Barnes... Will go one on one... With the very man who is preaching revenge and violence... The Dark Lotus!

H2H: ARE YOU SERIOUS!? This man is a monster, even more psychotic then you. Quentin, do you know what you're getting yourself into?

QB: Let me think... *Pauses for a millisecond* Yes. Do you think after fighting legends like Colin Zale, James Spyder, Tukay Lionheart and Draven... That a man who thinks he's special because he once beat QB scares me? I don't think so... I'm afraid of no man, I'm not afraid of getting beat, I aint afraid of getting hurt... But one promise I can and will make... If Lotus thinks that Krazy Kris hurt him a few weeks ago... He has no idea...

H2H: Well after thinking about things for a second, I have come up with a preposition. I know we have had our differences in the past, but it doesn't compare to the differences with me and Lotus. He once kidnapped my whole family and set our house on fire. He has made my life a living hell. Barnes, can we put our differences aside and let me help you by being in your corner at BFS to watch your back

QB: A minute ago you wanted to fight me... And now you wanna help me? How do I know I can trust you?

H2H: Barnes, no-one knows Lotus like I do. I can help you in your match by identifying Lotus' weaknesses, you can't do that alone. He will also have Dinucci by his side, so there is a definite disadvantage for you straight away.

QB: Dinucci is a disadvantage to any man.. His breath smells like crap and he looks worse... Alright... You got yourself a deal. We go into battle against Lotus side by side...

Barnes and H2H grip hands with a strong handshake. The lights go out again! The crowd boo, knowing now who is behind the videos. A still image of Barnes and H2H shaking hands from just moments earlier hits the screen.

TDL:An unholy union of sorts, a life ending decision… For you have chosen the path of the enemy and this is a road that is far from untroubled… I carry powers beyond your belief… I carry a spirit within that cannot be broken… I will destroy you both with a vigour and temperament that you never thought existed… Because for once Barnes, it is you who has no idea… And never…

QB: WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! I just realised something… This is my damn show… And if I say lift the lights…

Barnes lifts his arm up, and in perfect time the lights rise.

QB: The damn lights will lift… Listen to me ya darkness loving freak, 1 week from tonight I will hand you your ass… And I mean that… You will be beaten within an inch of your life… Why? Because in these parts… QUENTIN BARNES HOLDS THE POWER… And if you don’t believe me? Then you have no idea… And you never will…

Barnes and H2H shake hands again as Break Stuff hits. They leave the ring and walk up the ramp saluting the crowd!

DM: Wow! QB and The Dark Lotus, one on one at Battle For Supremacy! What the hell’s gunna happen there!?

JG: QB’s gunna get his ass whooped!

DM: You hope…

Match 1
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
WHITE DRAGON VS TITTIANA

Light go off as the opening music starts. Smoke rolls in as blue light move around. White dragon comes to the ring wearinga black priestly robe with a white scarf with black cross's on it around his neck. He walks down to the ring with his arms out to his side and his head down. gets to the ring and slides in on his stomach, gets up and spins around. Takes off the hood and clims the turnbuckle. 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!"

JG: Woohoo, it’s Titt....iana, and if you take a look at that chic you’ll see she exemplifies every part of that name!

The two combatants square off and begin to circle one another, Tittiana steps forward and throws a boot into Dragons midsection, he lurches forward as Tittiana hits him with a few forearms to the back, Dragon falls to the ground as Tittiana kicks him hard in the stomach, and then gets a satisfied smirk across her face.

JG: You know, there’s something sexy about a woman who can kick some serious ass.

DM: From what I’ve heard about your love life, I’m not surprised.

Tittiana picks up Dragon and whips him hard into the corner, she bolts at Dragon whose slumped in the corner but Dragon ducks and back body drops Tittiana right over the corner post to the floor below!

DM: Dear god, she could have knocked herself unconscious.

JG: Nah, she’s alright she landed on her stomach.

DM: How do you figure?

JG: Well take a look, she had a couple of airbags to break her fall.

Dragon steps out onto the ring apron as Tittiana has rolled onto her back, Dragon leaps off and hits her with a corkscrew leg drop! He stands up and raises his arms to the crowd as Tittiana is still down clutching her midsection. Dragon picks up Tittiana and whips her into the steel crowd barrier as the ref counts to 3, Dragon walks over and picks up Tittiana and rolls her back into the ring before climbing back in himself. Dragon stomps on Tittiana a few times before hitting her with a death valley driver, he attempts a cover 1...2....kickout by Tittiana.

DM: A powerful kickout Tittiana, she’s not done yet.

JG: And thank god, did you see those titties jiggle?

Your pathetic. Dragon stands immediately as Tittiana struggles to her knees, Dragon picks her up and whips her into the nearside ropes, on the way back Dragon takes her down with a jumping clothesline, before following up with a leaping leg drop, he attempts another cover 1....2...kick out!

DM: Well Dragon keeps control but can’t seem to put her away.

JG: Put her away... You took the words right out of my mouth.

Dragon gets up looking a little frustrated and picks up Tittiana once more, he hits her with a few closed fists that the referee warns him about before whipping Tittiana into the ropes, on the way back Dragon attempts another clothesline but Tittiana ducks and bounces off the ropes again before taking Dragon down with a flying dropkick. Both combatants remain down as the referee begins the count 1....2....3.....4...... Tittiana struggles to her knees as does Dragon, both of them get to there feet and Tittiana hits Dragon with a right hand, Dragon tries to repay the punch but Tittiana ducks the blow and grabs Dragon in a sleeper hold! Sleeper begins to flay his arms wildly as Tittiana holds on for dear life, Dragon drops to one knee and looks in real trouble, but he suddenly spring up and picks Tittiana up onto his back, he then darts backwards and unintentionally squashes the referee into the corner!

JG: Well at least he went down with Tittianas ass in his face, I’m sure any guy alive would happily take his place right now.

Tittiana slumps off the back of Dragon as Dragon falls to one knee himself. Dragon is the first to get back to his feet and nail Tittiana with a few right hands, he then heads over to a neutral corner and removes the corner pad.

DM: Oh come one, this isn’t a no DQ match.”

JG: Hey, I don’t see a referee in action, do you?

DM: That doesn’t make it right.

Dragon heads back over to Tittiana and pulls her to her feet, he then walks her over to the corner and attempts to smash her head into the steel, but Tittiana blocks it and reverses the move, slamming Dragons head into the steel!

JG: Woo, not only do we get to see tits, but blood as well.

Dragons head is indeed split open as he falls lifeless to the canvas, Tittiana immediately goes for the cover however the referee is still down, Tittiana begins shaking the ref and he appears to show signs of life, she goes back over and covers Dragon again as the ref slides over 1.........2........Kick out at the last millisecond!!!

DM: That was tighter than a fishes asshole!

Tittiana looks up and shakes her head in disbelief, she then picks up Dragon and signals for the Rights of Spring! She goes for it but Dragon catches her as she’s up in the air, brings her back down and hits her with a downward spiral. Dragon then heads for the top rope and leaps off with the Mourning Star Splash! He hits it and goes right into the cover 1......2.......3!

THE WINNER OF THE MATCH NY PINFALL- WHITE DRAGON!

DM: No wait, Tittiana has her foot under the bottom rope!

A replay shows that Tittiana’s foot was indeed under the bottom rope although the referee is already raising Dragons hand, Dragon quickly rolls out of the ring and heads backstage as Tittiana gets up and confronts the referee.

DM: Tittiana’s pissed!

Tittiana screams at the referee before slamming an elbow into his midsection, she then turns and delivers the Rights of Spring to the referee!!!

DM: Well, maybe that was justice after all.

JG: But you can’t put your hands on a referee!

We fade to a commercial for pillows, soft, squashy, comfy… Nice to lie on and go to sleep… Nice to suck on… Wait… hold up… I think I got confused…

JG: You know, I beat Ric Flair many a ti-

"Phenomenon" by Limp Bizkit kicks in, cutting off “The Bomb” as *boom* a side piece of the entrance ramp is blown off and away by green and black pyro. Zak Hackett walks out from underneath the ramp through this 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 shout-outs.

DM: Thank God… Here is the newest signee to PPW!

Zak grabs a microphone from the ringside announcer and raises it to his mouth. He looks around, and lowers the mic. He raises his arms up and down, getting some fan reaction going.

Zak: WHAT”S UP ALBANY?!

Crowd pops huge.

JG: Cheap pop… that’s about the only way he COULD get a reaction…

DM: Shut up Grande, it’d be a welcomed change.

Zak: Now that was worth the three-hour drive… I’ll be the first to say, I never thought I’d get back in the wrestling business… especially after my recent track record… but damn, coming back to the Pepsi Arena after about 6 months certainly changed my mind… although it didn’t hurt that the scumbag outside the ring-

He points to Ston, who smiles and waves to the crowd.

Zak: Don’t. Just don’t. That scumbag locked me in a contract I never knew about…

Shot switches back to Ston, who’s now flexing to the crowd.

Zak: You know what, you 57 year old haemorrhoid, go to the back… OF THE ARENA! Stay the hell away from my back… and Barnes’ for that matter, now that I’m here, I don’t feel like being fired… just get!

Zak feigns a baseball slide, and Ston runs up the ramp and out of the arena.

Zak: Ok, back to business. Now, I never thought of putting myself in this kind of position, wrestling with some of the crème de la crème. Krazy Kris, Liana, Tre Crawford, De Marco Ryne… hell, I could pretty much name any member of PPW and make my example. Really, I probably don’t stand a chance… but I hope I entertain a helluva lot of you guys trying.

A lot of the crowd cheers… as the rest head for the pisser.

JG: What a suck up…

DM: You’re one to talk.

JG: As are you.

DM: Did I say anything about it? No.

Zak: Oh, and just so you guys know, I have an ear piece with a live feed of what you’re saying… watch your mouth Grande.

JG: *nervous chuckle* Um…

Zak: Yeah, there’s a reason I stayed in WsW while I lost those matches… I got filthy rich! Well, not filthy… generously murky, maybe. But I’m broke now… so I’ma go get me a match! Peace Albany, but I gotta go make preparations for New York City… cause I’m gunna get on Battle For Supremacy… one way or another…

Zak drops the microphone and slides out of the ring. He walks up the ramp, giving more high fives as we fade out. Commercial for The Old TNN… cause we don’t exist anymore!

In the parking lot, a black limousine pulls up, with the registration plate “PPW JD1”. As soon as this is aired on-screen the fans begin their boos and jeers, as they know who has just arrived at Mutilation.

DM: Well here’s our co-owner, JD…

JG: HEY! It’s Mr. Dinucci to you, Michaels…!

Johnny Dinucci steps out of the car, looking in a less than “good” mood…He walks purposefully in to the arena, stopping to talk to a security guard on his way.

JD: Hey you, my man Stone here yet?

Guard: Err, I don’t know Mr. Dinucci, I haven’t seen him tonight…

Not what Dinucci wanted to hear.

JD: You useless piece of crap…You’re fired! Get your bag and get your ass outta here! NOW!!!

The security officer is gob smacked as JD departs on his search for William Stone.

Match 2
NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH
SLEDGEHAMMER VS JOHAN PARIAH

The arena stays lit, but slowly becomes engulfed by a sea of darkness, bursting out of the dead spotlights. The retentive crowd raises slowly to its feet as the bells begin to toll, followed by low guitar riffs. As the open ing of "Miseria Cantare" by AFI bangs out from the loud speakers, purple and pink lights flash along. A purple light flashes the center stage, but no silouhette to fill the frame. A flash back and a dark, shadowy figure lurks among the particles. With no sudden arm movements he inches closer into the light. Johan Pariah has arrived into the arena. He lifts his gloomy face from floor position to gleam upward towards the slanted spotlight stream. He begins to assend down to the ringside area, with his arms to his side. He rolls into the ring and gets to his feet quickly. He walks over to the southern turnbuckle, but does not climb upward. He glares over the crowd, still no arm movement as his the music ends and the lights become clear once more! The arena goes dark, we hear a few screams from the more excitable members of the crowd, then the titantron flashes 3-2-1. Red and Silver pyros light up the arena, and we see Sledgehammer with his back to the ring in a crucifix pose, he spins around as more pyros go off. Sledgehammer struts down the ramp, slapping a few of the fans hands, then as he gets about half way down the ramp and runs the rest of the way, and slides into the ring. As soon as Sledgehammer slides into the ring he jumps to his feet and begins pounding on Pariah. The ref gets the bell rung and the match officially begins.

DM : Looks like The Hammers officially welcoming him to Pure Pain Wrestling!

JG: Did anybody ever give you your official welcome?

DM: …which answer will make you shut up?

Sledgehammer gives Pariah one last backhand slap which throws him into the ropes, he bounces back into his arms and using the momentum SledgeHammer powerslams him into the mats.

JG: If this is how SledgeHammer welcomes people I don’t want to visit his house!

DM: Right now, this is his house!

Sledgehammer goes to the side of the ring and plays to the crowd a bit, after they cheer for a moment he goes back to his opponent and gripping his arm he forces him reluctantly to his feet. He picks him up onto his shoulder in a fire mans carry and carries the dazed Pariah toward the turnbuckle. He sets him onto the top turn buckle.

JG: Is this that Sledge driver thing he does?

DM: Wait and see!

JG: Your grumpy sometimes.

Sledgehammer runs at Pariah and executes the SledgeDriver!

DM: THAT’S GOTTA HURT!!

JG: Well it is a contact sport…

Sledgehammer goes for the pin, and 1... 2... 3!

THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL- SLEDGEHAMMER!

Sledgehammer wins by pinfall!

DM: Pariah didn’t even get a touch in against Sledgehammer!

JG: Sledgehammer really bossed that!

Tre Crawford, fresh from a shower, receives a call on his cell phone.

TC: Yeah…hey boss…Stone? Nah, not seen him, I think he’s…yeah…ok, be right there dude…

Tre leaves the locker room area and goes to meet the PPW C.E.O. backstage. After a few minutes Tre and Dinucci meet by the cafeteria, neither haven’t spotted Stone on their travels.

JD: You see him?

TC: Nah man…

JD: DAMMIT!!! I need to speak with him about a match tonight…

TC: Well, while I have you here boss, I need to speak to you too…it’s about my match tonight…

JD looks blankly at his prized asset.

TC: Y’know, the tag team match?

Again Dinucci is emotionless.

TC: Me and Ryne against Kris and Liana?

JD: Yeah I know the match…I set it up…what I don’t know is what the hell you wanna speak to me for.

Crawford is visibly rattled…Dinucci has never lost his patience like this with him before.

TC:…yeah well…I need you to, y’know…look out for me…make sure nothing happens to me tonight. I’ve got a big match with Kris for the PPW World title at Battle for Supremacy, and if he gets to me tonight, then I may not be able to compete…and that’s not good for PPW…they NEED me as their champion…

Dinucci didn’t take kindly to the end of that sentence.

JD: Tre man, DON’T tell me what the PPW needs, ok? I know what we need, and I know what I need, and that’s Stone…I gotta talk to him…

TC: But…

JD: But what, dude? You know I’ll watch your back, I always do, I’m your boss, you’re my guy…it’s what I do…you don’t even need to ask me…

Tre is looking a little uncomfortable with the conversation.

JD: I’m sorry for bein’ a little snappy, man. I just need to speak to Stone…you gonna help me look for him?

TC: I would man, but I got a match to get ready for…

JD: Ok bro, well make sure you stay out of Kris’ way…avoid him at all costs, and I’ll do the rest…

The two men shake hands, and Johnny Dinucci leaves the scene in search of William Stone.

DM: Here’s a big match-up now, Jim, the No Disqualifications Tag Team match between Krazy Kris & Liana, and Tre Crawford & De Marco Ryne!

JG: Yeah and this one’s a finalists match - Tre and Kris square off at Battle for Supremacy for the PPW World title, as Liana and Ryne face each other for the PPW All-State title…

DM: That’s right, so a lot at stake here folks, a lot of pride and maybe this match can give some indication as to who’s going in to Battle for Supremacy with a stronger will to win…?

JG: Maybe, Michaels…also, who’s in better shape, I know Tre’s in the best shape of his life, and Kris is more and more fired up every week…I guess tonight will give us some idea as to the extent of importance of the Pay-Per-View match…

MATCH 3
FINALISTS MATCH
NO DQ TAG TEAM MATCH Krazy Kris & Liana vs. Tre Crawford & De Marco Ryne

DM: And I’d say that Tre Crawford and De Marco Ryne is rather an odd pairing…I mean…Tre’s style and attitude pretty much goes against everything De Marco Ryne fights for…

JG: I can assure you, Tre wasn’t pleased by the decision made, but it’s been made, so he’s getting’ on with it, like a true professional!

DM: Well it’ll be interesting to see how the 2 of them get along in this match…I don’t know whether Ryne will put up with any “foul play” from Crawford…

Lia’s figure appears behind a smoke screen, “Celebrity Skin” by Hole kicks in, and the lights go down…2 or 3 seconds later strobe lights flash around the arena before the lights eventually come back. Lia is part way down the ramp…she gets to the end of the ramp, slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, before waving to the fans.

DM: The fans are goin’ wild for Liana! A true fan favourite here in PPW!

JG: So what…although she has got an amazing set of…

DM: DON’T “Bomb”! Remember who’s comin’ out here now…?

Jim “The Bomb” Grande pauses, rethinks, and stays silent and smiles. 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, a 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 grinning as pyrotechnics go off. He then makes his way to Liana, kissing her as they await the arrival of their opponents.

DM: You can feel the emotion flying around this ring Grande…this match will be a classic!

JG: Sure will, Don…

Complete darkness fills the PPW arena again. 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 PurePainTron, raining down from the top of the picture in a snow-like effect motion. The speed and frequency of the speckles starts to pick up the pace a little, seemingly following the music. The name “De Marco Ryne” flashes up on the screen then explodes as the chorus kicks in. as this happens huge red and blue pyrotechnics erupt from the entranceway with a mighty crash. Previews of De Marco Ryne handing out punishment and taking some seriously sick bumps play on the PurePainTron as a figure emerges. He slowly walks to the ring, a sense of no trust maybe? Always looking and absorbing the boos and cheers from the crowds as he usually gets a mixed reaction, even more so this week because of his pairing with Tre Crawford! De Marco approaches the ring and slides in with no fear under the bottom rope. As if he has become a different person oozing with confidence. He heads for the opposite corner to Kris and Lia and jumps up in one swift movement, raising both arms firmly in the air with his head facing the floor. After a moment or two he hops down and paces around the ring until the music fades out.

JG: Now THAT is one long-ass entrance Michaels!

DM: But spectacular at the same time Jim, don’t you think?

JG: * yawning * Yeah spectacular, great! I wish he’d do it again!

The crowd and the superstars await the final entry in to the match. 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, a pad on his left elbow, and a flowing black duster trenchcoat, Tre Crawford 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 grinning as pyrotechnics go off. He then makes his way to Kris and flips him the bird, before joining Ryne in the opposite corner!

DM: My God! Tre Crawford just completely mimicked Krazy Kris’ entrance! He came in through the crowd, to “Crazy Train”, and is wearing the same attire as Kris! The cheek of it!!!

JG: Yeah! Go Tre! I didn’t even see him! I was looking towards the ramp way to marvel at him, and he surprises everyone and enters via the crowd! Classic mind games there, Michaels!

DM: Mind games indeed by Tre, who is looking to outsmart Kris…trying to get inside his head, forcing him in to an element of uncertainty and doubt.

JG: It looks like it’s working, look how furious Kris is!

Krazy Kris has to be restrained by the referee, who is also seeming a little rattled by Tre’s introduction to the match.

JG: I feel sorry for Chris Lavigne tonight, Michaels, having to referee this encounter…rather him than me…

Tre Crawford has a little mutter in to the ear of De Marco Ryne, who doesn’t seem happy with what Tre has suggested.

DM: I think we’re just about ready to roll in this one folks!

* Bell sounds *

DM: And here we go, Krazy Kris and Liana vs. Tre Crawford and De Marco Ryne, No Disqualifications match here on PPW Mutilation!

Ryne exits the ring and stands on the ring apron, obviously conceding to Tre to start the match. Liana also departs from the ring, so Kris will start for their team.

DM: And we’re getting’ goin’ with the action straight away here, “Bomb”, as Tre and Kris are gonna start us off here…

JG: GET OUT TRE! REMEMBER WHAT DINUCCI SAID, AVOID KRIS AT ALL COSTS!

Tre turns around with a smirk to face his opponent, only to realise that Krazy Kristopher is in fact starting. Seeing the anger and frustration in Kris’ eyes, Tre quickly runs back to his corner and tags in De Marco Ryne, seemingly he will now start the match.

DM: Look at that…Tre’s running scared of Kris…and we may have him as champion? I certainly hope not…

JG: Shut up, Michaels. Tre’s merely…keeping himself healthy for Battle for Supremacy…

DM: No he’s not! He’s scared! You saw him chatting with Dinucci earlier just as I did, he said he was gonna do this, the little bastard!

JG: MICHAELS! I’m shocked in you!

Kris laughs in the direction of the crowd, who begin an unbelievably loud chant aimed at Tre.

Crowd: ASS-HOLE!!! ASS-HOLE!!! ASS-HOLE!!!

DM: Give it up for Albany New York!

JG: Shut the hell up Michaels before I beat you senseless!

DM: Well its true, Tre’s a coward, straight up.

Ryne and Kris tie-up in the middle of the ring, and Kris puts Ryne in to a Side Head Lock, gripping tightly as to not let Ryne slip his grasp. Ryne extends his arm and clutches his fist, signifying the pain he is feeling. He then slaps Kris’ back, and then Irish Whips Kris off the right-hand ropes. On the return, Ryne hits a Drop Toe Hold, smashing Kris’ face in to the canvas. Kris quickly snaps back up to his feet though, and the 2 men tie up once again…

DM: Both men have a lot of pride here, Jim…Ryne feels uncomfortable in this match…there’s no love lost between him and Tre, but he’s got to go out there and do his job…

Ryne elbows Kris in the midriff, before issuing a Release German Suplex, again taking Kris down.

JG: Hey Michaels…this Ryne guy…he’s shown some real potential these past couple of weeks, right?

DM: Hell yeah, De Marco Ryne is an up-and-coming star here in PPW…why?

JG: Maybe I can have a word with JD, get him to have a talk to him…

DM: It’ll never happen, Grande, believe me!

JG: You never know…I’m sure the door’s always open to Ryne if he were so inclined…

Kris hammers his flat palm in to the PPW ring mat, clearly displaying his frustration in this match thus far. He then returns to his upright stance, and tags in Liana.

DM: An early tag for Liana then, “Bomb”…

JG: * Staring in to space *

DM: Jim…?

JG: Y’know something Michaels, Liana’s one hot chick!

DM: REALLY?! You tell us this nearly every week, dude…

JG: Yeah but she’s hot!

Liana enters the ring, and ties up in the centre with Ryne. The 2 tussle for a few moments, before Liana is tossed off the ropes by Ryne. He tries to go for another Drop Toe Hold, but Liana is ahead of her game, and hits Ryne with a Dropkick, knocking him straight into the ropes wee Tre Crawford is stood. Tre falls off the apron and down to the floor, much to the crowd’s delight.

JG: Hey! Ryne just attacked Tre!

DM: No he didn’t you ass, he was knocked in to the ropes by that tremendous Dropkick from Lia…

Tre regains his composure and, surprisingly, returns to the apron without verbally attacking Ryne. Ryne looks over at Tre, who simply looks away from Ryne in embarrassment. Ryne focuses his attention to Lia, who blows her hair out of her face, and issues a “come get some” gesture to Ryne.

DM: Lia’s fired up for this one, Jim…she’s lookin’ ready for Battle for Supremacy!

JG: She certainly is, Donny boy…

Tre shouts at Ryne, demanding a tag-in. Ryne responds by slapping Crawford’s hand, and then exiting the ring, making way for the self-proclaimed “Mr. PPW”. Tre cracks his knuckles in an attempt to intimidate Lia, but she isn’t fazed. She simply runs at Crawford and hits him with a Super DDT! Tre falls to the mat face-first, and the crowd erupt for Liana! Liana laps up the response from her adoring fans, and re-focuses herself on the task at hand. She approaches Tre’s hurting body, and picks him up. She lifts him up, and executes a perfect Belly-to-Belly Suplex.

JG: Wow! What a woman, Michaels…

DM: I know! That was an amazing manoeuvre by Lia! You go girl!

JG: Sometimes Michaels I wish we weren’t friends…

Liana tags in Krazy Kris, who has a look of…almost…excitement on his face at the prospect of facing Tre in this match…but before any blows are exchanged, Tre Crawford shoots back to his feet and darts over to his corner, re-tagging De Marco Ryne.

DM: What a yeller-bellied asshole! Bomb your “guy” is a complete snake!

JG: No, no, no, that’s a clever tactic, Michaels…keeping Kris thinking…

Kris stamps his feet on the ground, almost in a tantrum, as Ryne re-enters the ring. Kris, clearly losing his patience, kicks Ryne in the stomach, and then hits a Superkick, knocking Ryne down. Kris then attempts a pin. 1…2…kick-out by De Marco Ryne after the 2-count. Kris lifts Ryne up and hits a Fame-Asser, gaining a significant advantage in the match.

DM: The match is in Kris and Lia’s hands now, Jim…

Kris then attempts another cover, but again, De Marco Ryne kicks out after the 2-count. Kris is becoming more and more frustrated and annoyed. He leaves the ring and grabs a steel chair. He re-enters the ring, and wraps it across Ryne’s back!

JG: What a shot by Kris…he’s snapping, slowly but surely, Tre’s getting’ to him, Don…

Kris lifts the chair high above his head, and begins to bring it crashing down on Ryne’s skull, but Liana grabs the chair from behind Kris, and prevents him from following through his attack. She talks at Kris, who eventually sighs and releases the chair, going back to conventional methods of winning - wrestling.

DM: That’s very sporting of Kris and Lia - even though this match is no disqualification, they’re gonna try and win the noble way, the proper way…

JG: He’s an absolute idiot! Don’t listen to what a woman says, Michaels…especially your girlfriend…she’ll influence you in all the wrong ways, then eventually you’ll be wearing a dress and going shopping for handbags…it’s horrible…

DM: Jim…did Michelle used to make you do that?

JG: * With a look of humiliation and denial * NO! Never, Michaels…

Jim “The Bomb” Grande puts his head in his hands and shakes it from side to side. Donovan Michaels bursts in to fits of laughter at Jim Grande’s revelation, covering the microphone on his headset so “The Bomb” is none the wiser. Meanwhile in the ring, Kris picks Ryne up and issues a Stunner, but Ryne pushes Kris away as Kris tries to grab Ryne’s neck. Ryne then hits a desperation move, a Shuffle Side Kick, which knocks Kris to the mat in pain.

DM: Both men are down in the ring, Jim…it’s anyone’s match again now…

JG: I swear I never wore no dresses or used any handbags, Michaels…

Ryne tries to crawl to his corner desperately, as does Krazy Kristopher, both men trying to get to their tag team partners. Kris tags in Lia, who rushes straight at Ryne, her opponent at Battle for Supremacy. But Ryne manages to tag in Tre Crawford, who goes on the offensive, hitting Lia with lefts and rights, until she eventually slumps in to a corner. Tre then goes over to Kris, who is propping himself up on the turnbuckle. Tre spits in Kris’ face, then punches him right between the eyes!

DM: That was a cheap shot by Crawford, he’s playing more mind games with Krazy Kris!

JG: Genius, pure genius!!!

Kris gets to his feet, and attempts to enter the ring, but Tre interlocks Kris’ hands in the ropes, causing him to jolt to a standstill, seemingly unable to move. Tre Crawford then leaves the ring, and picks up a Kendo Stick! He re-enters the squared-circle, and levels Liana with the weapon, lacerating her from the forehead.

DM: Tre the bastard! He trapped Kris then opened up Lia’s head with that damn Kendo Stick!