WEDNESDAY, August18, 2004 Superstar hits and the Pyro fires into the air as PPW Mutilation kicks off. Donovan Michaels sits at ringside alone. DM: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO A NEW ERA OF PPW! We have a brand new, if only temporary, President in Jim Grande. And we also have a new Colour Commentator... Although he is yet to arrive... As Michaels speaks, Control by Puddle of Mudd hits as Quentin Barnes makes his way to the ring. He looks angry, forelorn, downbeat. He slowly moves to the ring and climbs in. He calls for a microphone as his music stops. No celebrations and no playing to the crowd. Barnes just stares up the ramp. QB: I'm not out here tonight to talk to the guys out here, I'm not here to talk to the fans. I appologise... But there are bigger things at hand than entertainment... Jim Grande... I have a proposal... Me and you, in this ring, one more time... Tonight... We go double or quits... Think about this Jimmy... You win and you get 2 tenures in charge of PPW... I get stuck as Commentator for 3 months... I win, you go back to being commentator, I take control and things go back to normal... Fact is, this isn't personal... this is business... This is about my life... Barnes is cut off as Killing in the Name of by Rage Against The Machine hits... President Jim Grande makes his way onto the ramp. Looking much different in a black Armani suit and Sunglasses, Grande is smiling as he chews on gum. In his hand he holds a microphone, his music comes to the finish looking down towards Barnes in the ring. JG: You think this was about fighting you? You think this was about me taking temporary charge? You think this was about me wanting to walk a mile in your shoes Quentin? Well you're wrong... Fact is Quentin, I was fed up... I couldn't stand taking your bullshit any longer... I couldn't sit back and watch you and Dinucci kiss each others ass. I couldn't work for you any more Quentin. I couldn't stand to watch you flaunt your power... I couldn't watch you do it anymore... I don't care if this lasts a month or 3 months... Do you really think I want to sit at ringside with that ass hole... DM: Hey! JG: No Quentin... I just want the oppertunity to make you see what it's like to work for the one person you hate more than anything else in this world... I want you to see how it feels to wake up every morning hating going to work... Not because you hate the job, but because you resent the people there... I couldn't go back to that... I couldn't consider heading back to ringside before I know you hate me for the same reasons that I hate you and even more. QB: Believe me... I already hate you... My wife could have been killed... I could have been killed... And believe you, I will make you pay for what you did to my wife... JG: I had a feeling you may have felt like that which is why I spoke to the board of directors... And I had them all sign various contracts that will make themselves known. One of these contracts Quentin, was to make sure that you are unable to lay a finger on me... And to make sure of that, it makes it clear that no matter what, no matter how much you are provoked... If you even breathe on me the wrong way, you will be suspended for 6 months... That means you will be suspended from making decisions as President, commentator whatever the hell you are... You'll be gone... QB; Really? Well in that case, I think I best make an announcement of my own.. That would be that when your run as President comes to an end... When I'm reinstalled to my rightful position... You wont be waking up every morning hating coming to work... You'll be waking up wondering what the hell you're gunna do to fill your endless unemployed hours... Because you will be uncatagorically... FIRED! JG: Believe me Quentin, people have done far worse to me in the past... And they'll do worse than me in the future... So could you do me a favour kiddo? Get back to work... Donovan is waiting for you... Grande begins to laugh before heading backstage as Killing in the Name of by Rage Against The Machine plays. Barnes drops his mic and begins to climb out of the ring. DM: Some big announcements here tonight, and a new Broadcast Partner tonight! Barnes slips into the commentary position next to Michaels and sits down. DM: Welcome Mr. B... Well... Quentin! QB: Don't get cocky I still sign your cheques... DM: Ladies and gentlemen, we are ready for Slayne Demonio and Brad Shaw to take on the Hot Boyz. QB: And I'm excited to see what will happen in this tournament match. Here's Grande to pick a fan for the choosing of the stipulation for this match. Jim Grande stands in the middle of the ring, with a black top hat in hand. He glances around the ring as many fans raise their arms in hopes of simply being part of a PPW event. He stares down at a fairly nice-looking female and points at her, a slight grin on his face. She jumps up and down in excitement, much to the pleasure of everyone watching. She is helped over the barricade and she crawls into the ring. Grande holds a microphone up to his mouth. JG: This will be the stipulation for the upcoming tag match between Slayne Demonio and Brad Shaw against The Hot Boyz. Young lady, please choose one slip of paper from this hat. The young lady places her hand into the hat and chooses a stipulation, handing it to Grande. Grande smiles and nods carefully. JG: Ah, yes. This match will be a Loser Leaves Town Match! Whomever is defeated in this match will be FIRED!!! DM: Oh my God! QB: Wow! That means the PPW will be left with two less men on the roster after this match! This stipulation will make this match all the more interesting. OPENING MATCH The Hot Boyz make their way out to the ring in silence, sliding into the middle of it. They wait for their opponents with cocky looks on their faces. DM: Well, these two fellas go by the names of T Money and JT Money . . . pretty original names there, don't you think, Quentin? QB: Absolutely not. "So Far So Good" by Thornley hits and Brad Shaw makes his way out to the ring with no expression on his face. He ignores the fans entirely and stands on the outside of the ring, waiting for his partner to make his way out. The Hot Boyz both stand in the middle of the ring as if to dare Brad Shaw to step in with the two. The lights dim to grey. "Almost Gone" by Mushroomhead plays in the arena. The spotlight projects itself onto Slayne Demonio, a recent new join to PPW. The painted one stands in the entrance, a sickened smile on his face. He paces himself walking down to the ring, a slow and stalking speed with him as he makes it down to ringside. He keeps his eyes on his opponents, completely ignoring his own partner. Before he can do anything more, Brad Shaw rolls into the ring and immediately begins pounding his fists into the face of T Money. QB: It's obvious who the two men that are starting will be. DM: It looks like T Money and Brad Shaw are gonna start us out, tonight! QB: No shit . . . Demonio and JT Money get into their respective spots on the outside aprons as Brad Shaw and T Money exchange blows. Shaw attempts a blow to the head, but T Money ducks and hits a successful arm drag takedown, sending Shaw into the Hot Boyz's corner. As Shaw stands, JT Money grabs his arms, allowing T Money to get a successful fist to his mouth. Shaw stumbles forward and T Money whips him into the corner where Demonio stands with a no-nonsense expression. Shaw slams into the turnbuckle and stumbles out once more. As he stumbles out, he is hit with a running dropkick from T Money, which knocks him to the mat. T Money goes for the cover. QB: No way, not this early. 1 . . . 2 . Kickout by Brad Shaw. T Money picks Shaw up and whips him into the ropes. He ducks for a back body drop. Shaw puts on the brakes. Kick to the face of T Money! Shaw follows up with a hard clothesline that knocks T Money off his feet! Shaw walks over to tag Demonio, who has his hand out and ready. But, T Money grabs his foot! DM: Smart move by T Money to keep the fresh guy out! Let's see if he can keep him out of his corner, now, Barnes! QB: It'll be tough, he's fairly determined to get his partner in! JT Money jumps into the ring and the referee is forced to bring his attention to him. He walks over, attempting to push JT Money out of the ring. T Money holds onto the leg of Shaw and hits a hard low blow, knocking him to his knees. He follows this up with a clinched fist to the head. The referee now has his attention back on the match. T Money picks him up by his head and brings him to the corner, where he tags his partner, JT Money. The two hit a double suplex before T Money exits the ring. JT Money picks Shaw up and whips him into the ropes. Shaw bounces back with a lariat out of desperation! QB: Tag in Demonio, Shaw! DM: Can he get over there before JT stops him!? Shaw crawls over to his corner, followed closely by JT Money. JT grabs his foot just in time before he can make it to Demonio for the tag. Shaw fights it, however, and hits a swift kick to JT's face, putting him back a step. Shaw finally makes the tag to Demonio and Demonio steps into the ring, a twisted smile set on his face as he looks at his fallen victim. DM: Hell yeah, here we go, Barnes, Demonio has his focus on JT Money. I pity the foo'! QB: What? DM: I pity da foo' that be in they-ah wit a man wit a bad tempah! I pity da foo'! QB: . . . I have no reply for what you just said. JT Money scrambles to his hands and knees and attempts to make the tag to his partner. Demonio grabs him by the foot, however, and drags him back to the middle of the ring. He picks him up with his hand around his throat and throws him across the ring and through the top and middle rope. JT hits the outside with a thud. T Money steps into the ring, only to be greeted with a massive clothesline from hell that nearly knocks his head off his body. QB: Woo! That was nice! DM: Demonio is certainly one scary man, I'll tell ya that. JT Money has slid into the ring just as Demonio turns around. He stands and sprints, ducking under a clothesline from Demonio. As he bounces off the ropes, JT Money is met with a big boot from Demonio. JT falls to the mat in pain. On the outside, Brad Shaw and T Money are exchanging blows. T Money gets the advantage and slams Shaw onto the floor with a spinebuster. DM: It looks like Shaw is down and out, Quentin! QB: This could spell trouble for Demonio and Shaw. Aw, hell, I bet Demonio could take these guys at the same time blindfolded. Demonio grabs JT up to his feet and kicks him in the gut, following it up with a picture-perfect Evenflow DDT! He goes for the pin. 1 . . . 2 . . No, JT Money kicks out! On the outside of the ring, T Money has grabbed a chair and just as Brad Shaw stands, he's clocked with the chair and knocked out cold. DM: He can't do that! Why hasn't the ref seen this!? QB: He's blind! AND Deaf! He'd have to be if he couldn't hear that shot! Brad Shaw is out cold! DM: I sure as hell hope they don't do that to Demonio, if the ref isn't going to see anything! Demonio waits in the corner, signaling his trademark maneuver! The fans are on their feet to see the Hellseeker! JT Money stands groggily. He turns as Demonio sprints forward like a gust of air. In the last split second, JT stumbles out of the way and Demonio hits the Hellseeker on the referee! The ref is rag-dolled across the ring helplessly. He lies motionless as Demonio stands in confusion. When he turns, Demonio is met with a right hand from JT Money. Demonio answers back with a right hand of his own. And another. And another. He whips JT into the ropes, bouncing off the opposite ropes himself. DM: Here it comes, Quentin! QB: Oh, shit!!! Demonio ducks and hits a devastating Hellseeker that meets JT Money in the middle of the ring! Demonio stands in time to see that T Money is now in the ring with the steel chair! He swings hard, smashing the steel across Demonio's skull. Demonio is unmoved by the chairshot, much to T Money's surprise. The fans are erupting! Demonio sticks a finger in T Money's face and moves it from side to side as a small gash opens up in the middle of his white-painted forehead. Demonio now sprints forward and knocks T Money back off of his feet and the chair drops to the canvas, as well as T Money. Demonio begins to hammer away at T Money with rights that seem to never end. He finally stands and stalks his prey. QB: Unreal, Michaels! Demonio is seemingly unstoppable right now! DM: You've got that right, man! And he's busted open, ladies and gentlemen! And he wasn't even phased by the chairshot from T Money! He grabs T Money up after a moment of impatience. He sets him up. Devour Driver! The referee begins to come to as T Money is dropped to his unconsciousness. The arena is ecstatic! Demonio is unfinished however, and grabs T Money up once more. He grabs him by the throat and lifts him up into the air, walking to the ropes. He then throws T Money down to the floor on the outside, chokeslamming him! The fans erupt, but are suddenly brought to eager screams as JT Money comes to and stands in the corner, with the dropped steel chair in his possession! QB: This could be it! JT Money could steal one right here, Michaels! DM: No! Those no-good-- Demonio turns just as JT begins to sprint forward from the corner. Demonio begins to charge forward as well. The two meet in the ring. HELLSEEKER! The chair is sandwiched between Demonio's shoulder and JT's ribcage! The chair intensifies the effect of the Hellseeker even more so, and JT Money lies on the canvas in pain. The chair is knocked out of the ring and onto the outside. Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Demonio makes the cover on JT! The ref crawls over slowly. 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!! DM: They've done it! Demonio and Brad Shaw will advance in the tournament! What a helluva match! QB: And you know what this means, Michaels. The Hot Boyz have just been handed their pink slip by the team of Slayne Demonio and Brad Shaw themselves. Good luck, boys. I guess they just can't hack it here in PPW. Demonio looks down at his victims as his theme plays throughout the arena. A smile comes across his face as we cut to a commercial break. Disturbeds violent tune of 'Down with the sickness' beats across the speakers as Verafai Omega, still in wheelchair, appears at the top of the rampway with Candy right behind, Logan Omega stands just off to the left of the pair. DM: Well we're barely underway here and apparently Verafai Omega has something to say. Verafai laps up the boos of the massive crowd on hand, waving his arm in the air as if daring them to continue, to which, as expected, they do. They soon tire however and Verafai is able to talk over them. VO: You can boo me all you want, but if you imbeciles haven't realised yet, the longer you take to shut the hell up, the longer you'll have to put up with Logan and myself. The crowd fall silent, in fact, the only noise stems from a few crickets... Don't ask. VO: Perhaps you do contain more than a single braincell. Anyway, onto what I came out here to announce. Now occassionaly, very occassionaly, an event occurs which has the potential to truly rock the very foundations our industry rests upon. This may in fact be the biggest event ever to occur in this hick town. As expected, the comments greeted by resounding jeers. VO: You're only upset because you know deep down that i'm right. Moving on, tonight, Manchester, you will witness the beginning of a new era, a new dynamic, and a new authority. Logan and I have been in recent talks with a close friend of mine, and we've come to a common view of this company, as individuals we are vulnerable, but together... We're unstoppable. This 'friend' of mine, has the proven ability to rise to the top and you better believe, as a unit, that's exactly what we intend on doing. Who is this individual? Without further adue, I present the first ever heavyweight champion of PPW, the pinnacle of perfection, Tre Crawford!!! DM: What the hell! Is he for real? Before anyone can answer this question, The lights in the arena dim as a close up picture of of various opponents falling victom to the silencer appears on the video tron. On the last performed Silencer, the video package seems to explode as a trail of a silver blood looking liquid begins to flow down on the inside of the screen. As this is done you see that the liquid spelled out the words The Pinnacle of Perfection A voice is heard in a soft whispering tone, saying He's Coming. At this point the letters begin to flicker in and out, when its out a picture of Tre Crawford's face replaces it. Smoke begins to fill the ramp area, as it begins to clear Tre then steps up onto the ramp as he does Stand Up begins to play. Tre has his head down in deep concentration, after Ludacris says Stand up for the third time, Tre raises both arms up and with rach hand throws up the Westside W. As he peaks with both arms pyro begins to explode around him. Tre then raises his head up and heads towards the ring taunting the fans. Once he struts into the ring, he climbs up on the second rope(Not in the corner) and holds the west side symbol up high with his right arm. He does this once on every section and then he walks over to greet and take the microphone from his new found stable mates. He struts around the ring as Verafi pulls him aside and whispers something into his ear, Tre smirks as he begins to address the crowd. TC: Take a good look at what you see in this ring before you tonight, you will learn to respect us as individuals because you will fear us as a group. You shouldn't look so surprised at this development, Verafi practically told you what would happen a few weeks back in a return segment to introduce his brother. When he said Logan was being mentored by two former champions who else did you think it would be, Liana! Our name represents our purpose here, surely even you brain dead sons of bitches can figure out what we plan to create here with the name Zero Tolerance. I was sitting in front of my computer looking at porn when I was alerted of a new email message from an old friend. Because I thought his career was over, I wasn't to intrigued by what the message could contain, however once I opened it and Verafi shared his vision with me I just could turn down this opportunity. We will soon be recognized as the most powerful force in the history of wrestling as a whole. On one side you have Verafi, while he is no longer in the industry due to health problems he is still fully capable of beating the ass off of whoever tries to step in our way. Next you have Logan, a man who prides himself on being the most extreme wrestler your eyes have ever had the privilege of seeing. Then you have, ah damn I almost spoiled our next big surprise I'm glad I caught myself before I ruined the whole damn thing. Moving on you have yours truly, The Pinnacle of Perfection, The Perfect Weapon, Mr. PPW, the man who kept your mothers and girlfriends up all night last night Tre by god Crawford. I don't need to remind you how good I am, when I step into that ring later on tonight and allow all you to see the greatest show on earth you will have a refreshed memory of the future PPW champion. I could stand out here and talk about how great I am all night, but truthfully I am to good for you people and I just don't think your worth the effort. With that being said Tre throws down the microphone, then him and the Omega brothers stand in the center of the ring holding each others hands high in the air. MATCH 2 DM: Here we are, this is the rely match between The Aggressors and Project G.E.A.R with Masta Disasta. QB: Uhh..Jim aren't you going to explain to the good people at home what a relay match is? DM: I was getting to that Mr.Barnes...eh hem...Rely match is where only one partner is in the ring at a time, the team that win the coin toss gets to switch partners first after five minutes. Process continues until a pinfall or tapout occurs to the opposing team.There how was that? QB: About god damn time. DM: hmmm...Let's go to ring. Both teams have already arrived at the ring, they have also chosen which member is first, so in the ring is Masta Disasta and Dark Lotus. The bell is rung, the two men lock up, MD tries to switch it to a hammerlock but Lotus turns and smashes him down with a big right hand.TDL immediately goes on the attack with a few swift stomps to the mid-section, he then picks MD up and a delivers a spinebuster, and again goes on the attack with a fury of stomps. TDL then drops an elbow to throat, stands up then another elbow to the throat, he stands up and yet again delivers another elbow to the throat. He stands up and walks calmly to GEAR and mouths something. MD stumbles up and dashes at TDL from behind, he sees it coming and mile away, and quickly rotates raising his foot, leaving MD to get nothing but boot in the face. TDL drags MD up to his feet and throws him into the turnbuckle and delivers body shot after body shot, until he is removed by the ref. *3 minutes to go* TDL the rams an elbow into masta's face, Md staggers out of the corner, Lotus lifts him onto his shoulders and delivers a big death valley driver. DM: My god, The Dark Lotus is absolutely dominating! QB: Yea, that's what happens when you face somebody with no skill what so ever. * 2 minutes to go* TDL goes to the top rope and goes to drive in a big leg drop but MD manages to roll out of the way, he raises to his feet and sends a short dropkick to Lotus' face and a duo of knee drops, he the falls back to the corner to rest. *1 minute to go* Both men raise the there feet slowly and they are at opposite corners of the ring, Tdl is resting against the turnbuckle MD suddenly runs to deliver a jumping splash....TDL catches MD in mid-air by the throat and takes a few steps forward and crashes MD to the ground with the Pits of Hell!! He looks at the timer, *20 seconds* he drops to one knee and rests his arm on Masta Disasta. 1... 2... 3... The Dark Lotus stands up and stares into the crowd, Hughesy slides in the rings and starts jumping around, celebrating their victory. DM: Ohh My....The Dark Lotus ends it before anybody can even switch partners. QB: Again, That's what happens when you face wrestlers with no talent at all...* shakes his head* MIDCARD MAIN EVENT JD: Ok guys, we have yet another tournement match next up... And Gina Williams is with the lucky fan whose ticket stub was drawn out earlier... GW: Hello there sir... What's your name and where are you from? Man: My name is Bobby Copeland and I'm from Salforb baby! YEAH! WOOOOOO! GW: Um... Yeah, great... anyway... would you please select a match out of this bag please? Bobby fishes around in the bag for a moment before pulling out a piece of paper and unfolding it... BC: YES! It's a "First man to get Liana naked match!" Gina mouthes a "What the fuck" and grabs the paper off the man, before looking at him in disgust! GW: That's NOT the match type... The match is the "10 Minute tap Out Challange..." JD: Fantastic... The rules of this match are very simple, the team who makes their opponents tap out the most in 10 minutes will win the match, in the event of a tie, I have a very interesting tie-break idea... Good luck... Oh, yeah, before I go... It turns out Sledge that Smasher has not made it to the arena tonight... And unfortunatly, I've been unable to find you a partner... So basically, here it is... the first ever "10 Minute Tap Out Challange Handicap match...." DM: What the hell!? That can't be fair... QB: Life aint fair... deal with it! DM: The guys in the back were right, that really is annoying... QB: I will be your boss again in the not too distant future... DM: My appolgies... MATCH ? Lia's figure appears behind a smoke screen, her entrance theme kicks in, and the lights go out... 2 or 3 seconds later strobe lights flash around the arena before the lights eventually come back on to see Lia part way down the ramp... She gets to the end of the ramp, slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, before waving to the fans. DM: Liana is in the ring waiting for her opponent... QB: Yup, she's a great competitor and will go a long way as long as she keeps her head down and works hard... DM: It's so refreshing not to hear a joke about the words "Liana" and "Ring" being used in the same sentence... QB: Hey, theres a long way to go in this match... A 5 second countdown appears on the G-Tron. Then the lights go out for a second, and come back on as "Awake" by Clay People blasts over the PA system, and a series of blue and silver pyros explode. A puff of blue smoke sprouts out from the entrance and Wolf appears through the smoke. Wolf remains on the stage for a few seconds with a serious look on his face. Then he walks down the aisle. When he gets near the ring a Hugh explosion of blue fire comes out from the turnbuckles. He walks up the steel steps and into the ring. QB: You know, these 2 could be a very exciting tag team here in PPW... DM: Yeah! They could be the best Tag Team since... Um... Have we HAD a great tag team in PPW? QB: ... 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 downthe ramp and runs the rest of the way, and slides into the ring. DM: Let's get this match started! Sledgehammer starts the match in the ring with Wolf, very little ocntact is made in the first 10 seconds of the match. Wolf paces the ring before they meet in the centre and begin nailing each other with right hands, back and forth the fist fight swings until the powerman Woldf takes control. He fires in 3 right hands consecutively, the third knocking Sledge to the floor! DM: What a tremendous start to this match, high paced and high impact... QB: They've thrown about 25 right hands, that's the equivilant to a Hulk Hogan match... Sledgehammer gets to his feet slowly, the clock continues to dwindle... Wolf quickly kicks Sledge's right leg from under him. He continues the assault on Sledge's knee with stomps. He then hangs it on the bottom rope before using the ropes to gain a massive leap bringing all of his weight down on the leg. QB: Intellegent work here by Wolf, very little wasted motion in taking Sledgehammer's knee apart, the obvious advantage is the fact that Lia and Wolf can keep a fresh man in where Sledgehammer cannot get any rest! The shots to the knee continue to come as Sledge tries to regain a vertical base... each time he gets up a chop block or a swift kick take him back to the mat, apart from the original flurry of punches, Smahser has had no offence so far in the match... Wolf then fires Sledge into the ropes but a slow return is made due to pain in his right knee. However, this doesn't prevent Wolf from powerslamming his opponent almost through the mat! DM: An amazing show of power here by Wolf as we come to 7 minutes on the clock, not a submission has been made yet! QB: Give it time... Wolf drags Sledge into the centre of the ring, he quickly locks in a half boston crab, twisting Sledge's knee. Sledge screams in pain at the move being locked in before slowly trying to pull himself to the ropes... His slow movements are quickly stoped as Wolf stands and drags him back to the centre of the ring and on 6 minutes, Sledgehammer can't take any more and taps out!
QB: That was a great performance by Wolf there. DM: Yep, and now he makes the tag to Liana with just 5 and a half minutes left... Liana enters the ring and offers a handshake to Sledge... He refuses and slaps her hand to the boos of the crowd. After a few seconds the second fall gets underway with Liana taking the speed aproach, she comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline, she then jumps high and spins with a huricanraina throwing him across the ring, Sledge is quickly back to his feet but is droped with a drop toe hold. Liana spins locking in a modified Indian Death lock. Sledge easily escapes by rolling out! QB: She's just so agile, so quick... A former PPW World Heavyweight Champion! The clock counts down to 4 and a half minuutes as she kicks Sledge in teh gut and nails the Blaze of Glory in the centre of the ring. The crowd goes wild as she signals for a figure 4 leg lock! She sinches the hold in and falls back, Sledge comes back into conciousness screaming with pain, Liana senses victory... DM: It looks like we could be seeing a 2-0 victory for Liana and Wolf here QB! QB: Yep, Liana has taken no time at all to get this move locked in tight! As Barnes speaks, Sledgehammer finds some inner strength, he slowly begins to turn the hold over... He fights and fights as Liana tries to reverse the pressure and keep the hold locked in, but intellegently, Sledge reverses his movement and uses Liana's fight to turn over the o ther way and the pressure is reversed back on Liana! QB: Great move by Sledgehammer! That was truely ingenious! DM: I like comentating with you... QB: Hey, save the sweet talk for your boyfriend... I'm not visiting Canal Street with you tonight... Liana looks to be in imense pain as Wolf enters the ring, the referee makes no move to stop him as you cannot be disqualified in this match. He steps over Sledgehammer and quickly locks in a Camal Clutch, but with every upward pull to put more pressure on Sledge, the pressure increases on Liana! The referee has a great position watching both. QB: SLEDGE IS TAPPING! DM: BUT SO IS LIANA! QB: Who tapped first!? The referee heads to th eguy controlling the scoreboard, he whispars something in his ear before turning back to the ring, the scoreboard suddenly changes
DM: He's awarded a point to both teams! QB: Good refereeing by Don Henman... I hate saying that... Wolf gets in the referee's face . The clock on the board says just 3 minutes left. Liana gets to her feet first as she was in the least amount of pain, Sledgehammer still lies motionlesson the floor, yet to get any offence in. QB: Sledgehammer had a mountain to climb here today, there was almost nothing he could do to combat these odds! DM: I know, I struggle to see how Johnny Dinucci could have seen this as fair... QB: It probably wasn't his choice... Sledge is now in pain from a multitude of different places... His knee, he neck his back, all been punished during this match... The clock ticks down to just 2 and a half minutes left as Liana quickly straddles Sledges back and hooks his arms in a Full Nelson position. She then sets back with a modified Camel Cluth! QB: Sledge can't come back from this... Can he?! DM: He's no-where near the ropes... He can't move because his arms are both being held and this is putting more and more pressure on his neck and spine contorting them into different directions... This time however, Sledgehammer refuses to quit... He graons in pain as the pain slowly but surely forces him to pass out... Liana puts on more and more pressure . She holds tight as the referee keeps checking on Sledge who finally falls into a state of unconciousnes...
At 3 -1 the odds look hopeless for Sledge. QB: Liana and Wolf are showing us just what a great Tag Team they are here tonight... They simply need to run down the final minute and a half of this match. Liana tags in Wolf and they both enter the ring set to double team Sledgehammer with a minute 30 left on the clock. They pick him up and whip him off the ropes, Wolf nails a big boot to the face before Liana drops an elbow on him... The double HIgh-5 in the centre of the ring before they pick him up again... The clock slowly counts down to a minute. They set him up again and whip him into the ropes. QB: Looks like they're setting up for a double back body drop... Up he goes... DM: Wait! Sledge has held on! Sledgehammer holds on to the heads of both Liana and Wolf... They set him back down but he keeps his legs off the ground, instead locking his legs around both of their inside legs... He falls to his back and holds on locking in a double reverse Dragon Sleeper! The fans awaken, and with a murmor of respect they begin to cheer... with 45 seconds left Liana and Wolf both try to hold on... DM: Wait a minute... What if they both tap?! Will Sledge be back on level terms? QB: I have no idea... But they wont give up now will they?! The time continues to dwindle and Sledge will not let go of the hold... down to 30 seconds... then down to 25... then 20... for almost 30 seoncd they've been held in this hold... beofre finally, with just 15 seconds to go... Both Liana and Wolf tap like crazy! QB: I don't believe it! Just 15 seconds left to hold on and they choked! DM: That's usually your job aint it? QB: I... Shut up...
Sledgehammer pulls the match level in the dying seconds... He pulls himself up in the corner as the bell rings to signal the end of the 10 minutes... JD: Well, well, well... A Tie.. I kinda hoped there would be... The tie-breaker is simple... You each get 30 seconds to make the other team tap... Wolf will first try to make Sledge tap, then Sledge will have 30 seconds to make Wolf Tap, then Liana iwll have 30 seconds to make Sledge tap and finally Sledgehammer will have 30 seconds to make Lia tap... There can be no reversals or oposition made to any move that your opponent makes... You must just withstand the pain... And the first 30 seconds starts... Now... Sledgehammer, who is facing the Purepaintron is quickly nailed from behind taking him to the ground... For the second time in the match, Sledgehammer feels the pain of the Single Leg Crab... With 25 seconds still remaining Sledge is in imense pain... He screams and shouts... 25... 24... 23... 22.. 21... QB: Can Sledgehammer maintain his staying power!? 19... 18... 17... 16... 15... DM: He seems to be in more pain by the second... 12... 11... 10... 9.... 8... His hand starts to raise... Just about ready to tap out! 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...! Sledgehammer survives the first 30 seconds... Wolf releases the hold looking pissed off... QB: I have to give Sledgehammer a lot of credit for this match... he's shown great determination! Wolf turns his back on Sledge and starst shouting to Liana about her making him tap... His eyes suddenly cross and he drops to his knees after feeling a right boot between his thighs... As he drops down, and the clock already reads 22 seconds, Sledge locks in a Dragon Sleeper. He is eye to eye with Liana as the clock counts down to 15 seconds... He pulls back further... DM: It's Wolf's turn to try and hold on now... QB: Wolf has great will to win... It's not easy to make him tap... 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... Wolf still refuses to give... His will is stronger than Sledgehammer's hold as the clock continues to lower... 3... 2... 1... NO! WOLF DID NOT SUBMIT! QB: Is this match ever going to end?! DM: I have no idea... All competitors are showing just what they are worth to PPW... Liana enters the ring and goes eye to eye... The clock starts to count as Sledge trash talks her... its down to 25 seconds as Liana still has no hold locked in... Wolf screams for her to get one sintched... Sledge shouts at him to shut up as Liana locks in her move... A testicular Claw... 20 seconds remain as she crushes Sledge's nuts... DM: Dear god in heaven... QB: I feel sick... I think I'm gunna throw up... Lia drags him around the ring by his nads, squeezing as hard as she can... His legs are closed together to avoid perminent damage but still the pain is well shown on his face... 10 seconds remain as she starts to twist... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... HOW THE FUCK DID HE HOLD ON FROM THAT! SERIOUSLY! I mean can you imagine having 20 seconds of constant pressure on your nut sack?! The man has balls... Um... Yeah... QB: I'm gunna hurl... And it's not because I'm drunk again... Liana looks pissed... Sledge gets to his feet gingerly as the clock starts to tick... Liana swings aslap at his face but Sledge blocks it and wraps his and her arms around her neck locking in a Cobra cluth in less than 3 seconds... He falls backwards and looks his legs around her waist! QB: A COBRA CLUTCH! WHAT A MOVE! A SUBMISSION THAT DOESN'T NEED TO YO TAP OUT! DM: What s stroke of genious! Liana tries to hold on as Wolf looks pissed off on the outside... the clock ticks down to 20 seconds as Liana begins to fade... She momentarily begins to fight back at 15 seconds, but by 10... she's almost out... The referee grabs her hand... 10... 9... 8... Ref: 1! 7... 6... 5... Ref: 2! 4... 3... 2... Ref: 3! The referee calls for the bell with just 1 second remaining on the clock... Sledge releases the hold and Liana rolls on the ground unconcious... Wolf looks livid on the outside as Sledgehammer, alone, makes his way into the second roun of the PPW Tag Team Tournement! WINNER OF THE MATCH BY KNOCK OUT - SLEDGEHAMMER The crowd show Sledgehammer great respect by cheering him as he raises his hand... Wolf walks away up the ramp looking pissed of. Sledgehammer helps Liana to her feet and offers his hand to her in a show of respect... She looks to the corwd before taking it. She raises his hand in victory to a huge pop from the crowd.... DM: Here we are,ladies and gentlemen, It's time to have the match stipulation pulled from the hat. QB: Hell Yes! I hoping for something brutal. I'm looking forward to this. A fan steps up and reaches into the hat,scuffles around a bit and pulls out the piece of paper. Announcer: They following match will beee......A hardcore stipulations match!! MATCH 4 The entire crowd just pops, with joy at the callous match just assigned. DM: Did you hear that, Mr.Barnes, A HARDCORE MATCH!! QB:Yes, I heard it, now what are we waiting for, Moses? Let's get this rolling. "Rocket Science" plays over the arena. Out comes Cj Maxwell,he is followed by Aaron Rage who tracks a good deal behind. Both wrestler make it to the ring and glare at one another,both having something hostile to say to one another. DM: Well, look at there bickering, Do you think they will be able to work efficiently as a team? QB: I hope so, if not they may have a nasty surprise coming there way. "Fire" now turns on and following it is, Johnny Pyro and The Onlooker, who is bringing that trolly of weapons to the ring with him.They drop it off beside the ring and then slide under the ropes, wasting no time, they immediately go on the attack. DM: And this match is on it's way, I'm sure where in for quiet a brawl. Pyro takes Maxwell and Onlooker takes Rage, both sides trading punches to one another. Maxwell blocks a bunch and forces Pyro in a corner turnbuckle with furious blows to the head, Rage manages to do the same with Onlooker, Rage and Maxwell look back and Irish whip the vagina boys at each other,the move is countered by both men into a clothesline,onlooker gets on top of Rage and lands punch after punch. DM: What a move by the va...team of Pyro and Onlooker. QB: You having a problem, there Don? DM: No no no, I'm fine. Pyro picks Maxwell up and throws him to the outside, he walks over to the otherside and gets out of the ring and starts fumbling through the trolly and pulls out two baking pans. He marches over to Cj from behind, Johnny goes to clap both trays over cj's head but he ducks the attack and then gives Pyro a short dropkick to the shin.Pyro immediately falls to his knees,dropping the trays, Cj picks one of the trays up and hangs it in front of Pyros head and then sends his knee smashing Pyros head with the try. DM: O MY!! What a devastating knee! QB: Pyro is going to be hearing the echoes of that shot for a very long time. In the ring, The Onlooker and Aaron Rage have been trading moves, the last, a dropkick landing directly to OL, Rage cracks down on OL with several kicks to the mid-section, he backs and pushes off the ropes and drops an elbow onto OL's throat, Rage grabs the back of his head and picks him up, holding him in a DDT position, but picks up for a suplex, hanging it for several seconds before the drop.Rage goes for another pick up but Onlooker jabs Rage in the stomach and pushes him over to the side and clotheslines Rage over the ropes, which he lands with a thud right beside the trolly. OL pursues him to the outside. Over to the otherside, Pyro has been beaten savagely with the baking trays,when Pyro gets to his knees, Maxwell gives him a windmill effect with a baking tray in each hand, smacking them acrossed Pyro's back. Maxwell lays the tray on the ground and picks Pyro up, he scoops he up and turns around sending Pyro ontop of the tray, Pyro immediately starts to favor his back.Maxwell steps up onto the apron, yells something into the crowd before stepping up on to the top turnbuckle, he leaps off with a senton bomb landing on Pyro's back. QB: Whoa..High risk but he got major pain with that delivery. DM: Somehow, I think this won't be limit, this may get much worse. A loud crack happens in the background, OL had just smacked Rage with a small oscillatory fan onto the back of his head.This has done enough to cause Rage to start bleeding from the point of impact. OL starts laughing heavily, a walks over to Rage and starts thrust kicking him in the side.Ol picks him up, and a delivers a snake eyes to Rage over the gaurd rail. Onlooker grabs Rage's feet in a slingshot position,which Rage works himself up in a bridge and flips OL completely over. Rage stands up and walks to the back of OL and flips over his head and on his way down he grabs OL's head and goes into a jawbreaker.Aaron goes to stomping the onlooker. Pyro and Maxwell have gotten back into the ring with Maxwell dropping Pyro with a powerbomb, Maxwell goes to the back of Pyro and holds him into a Rear chinlock, the ref checks to see if johnny is giving up, but he shows no signs.After another minute or so of being hold in this submission Pyros gets up and snaps around and plants Maxwell with a northern lights suplex.Both men rest on the ground. Pyro getting up first heads to the outside of the ring and grabs a chair, he slides back in and thrusts the end of the chair into Maxwell's throat and then smacks the side of the chair on to the back of Maxwell and then one more time to the head.Pyro just lays the chair on Maxwell's body and goes to the top and hits a gigantic splash and him, hurting both men a lot. DM: O MY!!! That was a sick splash landed by Johnny Pyro! QB: Yeah, but now the moron is laying in pain himself,seriously. On the outside OL is hit with a running enziguri by Rage who then sneaks under the ring for a table, which he pulls out and sets up. Rage grabs OL for a suplex through the table but onlooker reverses it for one of his own.Rage smacks hard on the floor, OL looks down at Rage and laughs hysterically and walks over to the trolly and pulls out a croquet mallet.. DM: Barnes!! Is that Spyder's mallet!?!? QB: It certainly looks like it, James is going to be surely pissed, when he sees this. OL slams Rage over the head with the mallet in the middle of the forehead with the end and start savagely hitting him in the abdomen with it. The crowd suddenly goes wild, OL looking up into the crowd starts smiling and hold the mallet back behind his head to deliver a massive strike but when he goes to swing over he can't get it over, he looks behind him....and he stares directly into the twisted grin of James Spyder. Spyder levels Ol with a huge lariat, he picks up OL and sends him crashing, shoulder first into the stairs, James walks over and picks up OL over his should and brings him back to were the table is, Spyder drags Onlooker up the apron and then finally on to the top turnbuckle and hold him up nearly massacre's OL with a devildriver to the outside through the table. Spyder stands up and laughs like a maniac but behind him he hears Pyro yelling at him in the ring, Spyder turns and grabs the mallet and when Pyro steps between the ropes but James gives him a devas tating Mind Changer to the head, Pyro falls back, unconscious. James Spyder walks up the ramp and stops and raises the mallet above his head, the crowd reaction is deafening, and then disappears through the entrance. DM: I have no idea what to say about the events that just occurred, I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen QB: I'll tell you what to say, James just walked in there and whipped those vagina boys' ass! Aaron Rage staggers to his feet and looking at Onlooker out cold and then looks into the ring seeing Maxwell covering his stomach and Pyro also on the ground sees an opportunity and scales the top turnbuckle and to score a Blind Rage elbow drop on Pyro and goes for the pin. 1..... 2.... and... 3! DM: In both of their debut matches, CJ Maxwell and Aaron Rage win over the Vagina Boys to advance!! QB: Great match to watch...superb! The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Verafai Omega can be seen knocking on the office door of the newly-appointed President, Jim Grande. JG: COME IN!!! Omega enters the office, where Grande can be seen kicked back in his chair, smoking a cigar, wearing his black Armani suit and sunglasses. JG: Ah! Verafai Omega - the former PPW World and Bloodgames champion…what brings you in to MY office? Omega looks around the office, seemingly impressed with what Grande has done with the place. VO: Ah, not much Jim…just thought I’d take it upon myself to personally congratulate you…congratulate you on becoming the PPW president, but more importantly, to congratulate you on beating that no-good, living-in-the-past, glass-knee ass hole Quentin Barnes…that was quite a performance at Aftermath, I must say… Grande’s face lights up with a beaming smile. JG: Why thank you my friend. Thank you very much. The president then approaches Omega, and tosses an arm around his shoulder. JG: I’m glad you came to me today, Verafai. I think we could work really well together. Me and Tre have a bit of history as friends back from when we were with Dinucci, and I’ve always been a great admirer of yours…what do you say? Omega looks Grande dead in the eye. VO: I dunno…maybe…but right now, let’s just reflect on how you beat that asshole to a pulp… The door closes as the camera pans out, before fading back to ringside. The opening guitar riff to "Highway To Hell" by AC/DC. Matt and Jack Denton, better known as the Killer Connection step out onto the entrance ramp. They make their way to the ring and slide in, waiting for their opponents. Before anything can be done, however, Johnny Dinnuci makes his way to the ring and steps in, holding a black top hat. He stands with a microphone and chooses a small child of about 9 or 10, perhaps. The child excitedly jumps over the barricade and slides into the ring with the help of a security guard. QB: It looks like this lucky young man will have the privelege to choose our next stipulation for the night. DM: He's fairly excited there, Quentin. Let's hope he doesn't attempt to hit a low blow on any of our guys . . . especially Dinucci! QB: That would be . . . somewhat humorous. JD: I'll tell you what . . . what's your name, kid? PPW Fan: Joshua Stegner!!! JD: Haha, I'll tell you what, Josh, rather than picking a stipulation from this hat . . . Dinucci throws the hat with a list of the stipulations to the side. JD: What kind of match would you, personally, like to see tonight? PPW Fan: Ohh . . . I want to see a Chair Shot Challenge!!! Dinucci laughs in satisfaction. JD: So it's set. Crawford and Muerte will be taking on Killer Connection in a Chair Shot Challenge! MATCH 5 Dinucci leaves the ring to an eruption of cheers. The PPW Fan is escorted back to his seat. QB: Okay, and the rules of the Chair Shot Challenge are fairly simple, ladies and gentlemen. The two teams will take turns exchanging one chair shot to each of the opposing members. In order to win, both members of the opposing team must fall from the chair shot. If one member falls from the chair shot and the other doesn't, the match continues. If the other member falls the next time, but the member who fell previously does not fall, the match continues. Both men must fall in the same turn. DM: Ohh, and this should definetly be a good one, Quentin. I'm looking forward to this! "Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies floor, let the bodies hit the . . ." A brief pause fills the arena after the echoing whispers. "FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!!!!!" The music heavily beats into the fans within the arena. Standing at the top of the entrance ramp is Muerte with a chair in hand, obviously ready for tonight's match. He walks to the ring as "Bodies" by Drowning Pool continues playing on the PA System. He slides into the ring and stands with the chair in hand, fearless of the team that stands in front of him. DM: What an entrance from Muerte! It looks like Muerte and Crawford will be getting the privelege to start the challenge off tonight. What a hardcore-styled match, Quentin! I love it. "Made You Look" by NAS blares over the PA System and Tre Crawford stands at the top of the entrance with an arrogant stare on his face. His laid back attitude is visible as he takes his time walking down to the ring. He finally gets to ringside and slides into the ring, chairless. He stands face to face with one of the Dentons, and the referee steps into the ring with a coin. Ref: Killer Connection, call it in the air. He flips the coin. MD: Heads. The ref looks at the coin on the top of his hand and signifies that Killer Connection get the first whacks in tonight's challenge! Muerte willingly hands Jack Denton his chair. Another chair is slid into the ring and Matt Denton grabs it and polishes it off with the palm of his hand. The bell is rung and Matt and Jack get ready for their first shot at Crawford and Muerte. The two receiving the chair shot simply stand, laid back. QB: Well, here we go, everyone. This is going to be brutal, Donovan! DM: I love it, I love everything about this challenge. The two simultaneously swing the chairs, hitting Crawford and Muerte at the same exact time. A double-echo of steel-on-skull send a shockwave of "OHHH!" from the fans in attendance. Crawford and Muerte simply stand strong, however, nearly uneffected by the chair shots. Crawford grabs the chair away from Matt Denton and swings hard, catching Denton off-guard and smashing him over the head with the already-dented chair. Denton stumbles, but still stands. Muerte is given his chair, and he swings with the same force as Crawford had, sending Jack Denton backwards as well. Both chair shots are responded with a stereo of "OOHH's". DM: Jesus Christ. I love it! QB: It's quite a battle so far, ladies and gentlemen. Matt and Jack are handed the chairs and they stare at Crawford and Muerte with pure anger. They both swing, hitting their opponents in the exact same spots. The chairs are dented in so badly that they are unable to be used again. A new set of chairs are slid into the ring. Muerte swings the new chair, smashing Jack Denton over the head once more. Crawford, however, swings the chair lower, hitting Matt Denton directly in the kneecap. Matt kneels down in surprise, clutching his leg as he falls to one knee. QB: Smart move by Crawford there, but will The Killer Connection steal the idea, is what I'm wondering. Matt and Jack walk to the ropes, requesting their own set of chairs. They receive them and step face to face with Crawford and Muerte. Now, all four men are armed with chairs. Killer Connection swing hard, hitting the same place on Crawford and Muerte for the third consecutive time. Crawford and Muerte both wince as the headache begins to strengthen. Wasting no time, however, Crawford and Muerte swing just as hard, smashing Killer Connection over the heads with the chairs. Killer Connection follow up with brutal shots of their own and the two teams now take turns exchanging blows to the skulls. Finally, Jack Denton falls to the canvas in pain. Matt Denton, however, fails to fall, but has a large gash across his forehead. The whole time, the arena is erupting. Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Out of frustration, while the referee is attending to Jack Denton, Crawford proceeds to throw the chair to Matt Denton. As Matt catches the chair, Crawford surprises everyone with a Silencer into the steel chair, which ricochets off of Matt Denton's head!!! QB: Oh My God! That was the best thing I've seen all night! DM: Totally unexpected right there, Barnes, and the referee is PISSED! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Because it wasn't Crawford's turn, the chair shot didn't count. However, Matt Denton lay on the canvas, unconscious. The ref attempts to get Matt to come to as Jack stands over him in confusion. Muerte glances at Crawford with an expressionless stare as Crawford laughs in amusement. As Matt comes to, the ref steps over to the ropes and yells something at the ring announcer. RA: Ladies and gentlemen, because Tre Crawford took one extra chairshot, Matt Denton is granted two chairshots on this turn, as well. However, if Crawford is forced to fall after the second chairshot, it will not be counted as a fall for the team, just as Matt Denton's fall did not count against Killer Connection. QB: Well, that sounds fair, I suppose. DM: I guess so . . . Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. Matt Denton stands, a bit dizzily. He and Jack are now given their turn to attack. Catching both Muerte and Crawford offguard, Matt swings at Muerte, and Jack swings at Crawford, hitting them both directly in the skulls. Now, Matt bounces off the ropes and sprints towards Crawford, swinging the chair and clocking him in the head with his second chairshot! Crawford bounces backwards into the ropes and comes back with another Silencer! This time without the chair between his foot and Matt's face. Matt falls backward, out cold once again. Crawford falls to his knees from the unexpected impact just seconds before. When the camera pans around Muerte, he is shown with blood slithering down his face slowly. A large array of boos echo in the arena at Crawford's form. DM: GOOD GOD! QB: ANOTHER SILENCER FROM CRAWFORD! DM: I don't think Denton is gonna be able to get up, Barnes, I really don't. After a long waiting period, Matt Denton finally comes to. He stands, a concentrated stare focused in on Tre Crawford. Jack Denton focuses in on Muerte as Muerte takes in hand a brand new chair. Crawford picks up a new chair, as well. Muerte and Crawford share a brief moment of eye contact before the two swing the chairs and smash Jack and Matt Denton over the skulls. Jack falls back helplessly, but somehow, Matt manages to continue standing, nearly unconscious where he is. A wave of "OOHH" spreads out in the arena. DM: Christ. Those were vicious chair shots. Jack eventually stands and he and Matt are now given the right to exchange their chair shots. The two both swing. Matt smashes Crawford across the face and the metal slaps his skin loudly. Jack, however, jabs the end of the chair into Muerte's gut and drops the chair altogether, grabbing Muerte by the head and pulling him down onto the chair! QB: THAT WAS THE JAW JACKER! DM: Look, Barnes! Muerte stood right back up! QB: No Way!!! Muerte and Crawford immediately grab their chairs, bouncing back off the ropes and sprinting forward, swinging violently and catching both Matt and Jack Denton across the face! The two both fly backwards and land on their backs. The bell sounds and the ref announces Crawford and Muerte as the victors! However, Muerte and Crawford aren't finished quite yet. Muerte grabs Jack Denton up by his head and lifts him up above the steel chair in the middle of the ring. He solidly hits The Red Masque! DM: WOW! What a move! Muerte climbs the top turnbuckle and he and Crawford lock eyes. Crawford shrugs as if to say "Sure, what the hell?"and he picks Matt Denton up. He throws the chair up and hits the third Silencer of the night, knocking Matt Denton backwards. The chair conveniently lands on his head as he lies on his back. Muerte has already launched himself off the top rope, executing a corkscrew legdrop, landing on Matt Denton's face beneath the steel chair! QB: Holy shit! That was a double-finisher right there, Donovan! That was-- DM: That was a Silencer into Suicidal Tendencies, Quentin! These two men are monsters! I think they'll win this thing! QB: Unfortunately, so do I, Donovan. The ref raises the arms of the two men in protest. Crawford and Muerte neither one lock eyes, or even look at each other now. They leave the ring separately, their damage shown well. The camera fades to the backstage area where PPW co-owner Johnny Dinucci can be seen at a vending machine purchasing a soda. He seems to be struggling with his money, and drops a quarter. JD: Dammit… As Dinucci bends down to retrieve the lost coin, two masked men assault him from behind! DM: What the hell’s goin’ on back there?!?! The two men are wearing black t-shirts tight to their physiques, and black pants. The t-shirts say “PPW Security” in the corner. DM: Why in the hell are security beating on Dinucci?! QB: More to the point, why are they wearing masks?!?!?! The two men waste no time in annihilating Dinucci, the non-wrestler is quickly left motionless. One security officer grabs Dinucci, picks him up and slams him head-first into the vendor!!! DM: MY GOD!!! The vending machine smashes as JD’s face hits it, glass everywhere…including being lodged in Dinucci’s chiselled jaw line. QB: Oh my God…this is all my fault… DM: WHAT?! QB: Did you read the t-shirts?! “PPW Security”… Michaels pauses, seemingly confused. DM: And?! They’re nothing to do with you! QB: Oh but they are…y’see they’re “presidential” security officers…I hired them… Michaels almost falls off his chair in shock. DM: So YOU did this?! QB: NO!!! I never said I did it, I said they’re MY security team…I guess Grande’s enjoyin’ his position as president a little TOO much… The camera then shows Johnny Dinucci lying in a pool of his own blood, head inside a vendor, glass sticking out of his face. The security guards then push the vending machine down on top of Dinucci!!! DM: Oh hell!! Somebody get the EMTs back there!!! Dinucci’s in serious trouble!!! DM: Well Quentin, time for yet another tag match, Dylan and Chris Gunn taking on Logan Omega and James Spyder! QB: Well Michaels it promises to be a great match, we all know how impressive James Spyder is, even though he’ll have trouble getting’ along with his partner tonight. I just don’t think Gunn and Dylan are gonna be able to pull it off, but that’s just my opinion. DM: Well if you’re opinion is ANYTHING like Grande’s usually are, then it means jack! QB: Watch your mouth, Michaels…I may be out of action as President, but I’m sure JD will be MORE than happy to fire your ass… DM: Point taken. QB: Let’s just go to the ring and get this over with, eh? DM: Sure. But before the match can begin, Killing in The Name Of by Rage against the Machine rings out, and President Jim Grande saunters down the aisle. He approaches the ring to an eruption of boos. Grande grabs the mic from the ring announcer, and awaits silence from the Manchester crowd. JG: I won’t hold this match off for too long, I just wanna announce the stipulation that has been decided for this match. The fans wait to hear the decision tentatively. JG: This match between Dylan and Chris Gunn and Logan Omega and Spyder will be…a good old Tornado Tag Elimination match! The fans explode with delight. JG: Nothing fancy, nothing extreme, just a good old elimination match. Pinfalls and submissions and countouts. It will be no disqualification, however. MAIN EVENT DM: Great match coming our way folks! With that said, JG retires to the backstage area as Killing in the Name of replays throughout the M.E.N. Arena. Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first…from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 215 lbs…Chris Gunn!!! Once the distortion hits Gunn comes through the entrance curtain. Gunn looks at the crowd and smirks as he makes his way to the ring. Gunn comes to the apron of the ring and hops up onto and grabs the top rope. Gunn then climbs through the ropes and heads towards a corner. Gunn ascends to the second turnbuckle and points his thumbs to his chest and then raises his fists slowly into the air. DM: Mixed reactions for Chris Gunn, Quentin… QB: I like Gunn - I think he brings a lot to PPW. He’s agile, he’s aggressive, he’s powerful, and he’s entertaining too. Ring Announcer: And his partner, from Liverpool, England, weighing 134 lbs…Dylan!!! The fans raise the roof for local girl Dylan as she appears at the top of the ramp, and waits for “The Theme” by Jurgen Vries to start blasting from the sound system, she then walks down the ramp waving her arms to the beat and winking at the occasional fan in the crowd, she gets to the ring, rolls under the bottom rope and stands up, before turning and giving a cheeky grin to the crowd… DM: The crowd making it very clear how they feel about Dylan… QB: Yeah Dylan’s a local girl, and she’s great at heart. I just wish her and Liana could get along smoothly, but because of Verafai Omega, that can’t happen… Dylan and Chris Gunn exchange words in the ring as the announcer prepares to announce their opponents. Ring Announcer: And their opponents, first, from Dallas, Texas…LOGAN OMEGA!!! “Can’t Keep” by Pearl Jam echoes through the M.E.N. Arena as Logan Omega appears on the top of the ramp way to a chorus of boos. He slowly walks down the aisle, focussing his attention on the 2 superstars in the squared-circle. DM: Complete focus on the face of Logan… QB: I have no respect for this guy. He comes out here and attacks James Spyder a couple of weeks ago, basically because he’s “Logan Omega”…the guy lives off of Verafai’s name, which is nothing to be proud of, believe me… Ring Announcer: And his partner, from Bakersfield, California… The fans explode for who is about to appear… Ring Announcer: weighing in at 290 lbs…JAMES SPYDER!!! The lights in the arena disappear, and all is silent except for the shrilling cheers of the Manchester crowd. Smoke rises from the floor of the ramp, and strobe lights begin to flash on and off. “Ticks & Leeches” by Tool begins to thunder through the speakers, and the silhouette of James Spyder appears at the top of the ramp way. DM: Ok folks, we’re just about ready for a great encounter here! QB: Bring on the action! The bell sounds as Dylan and Logan Omega square off into a tie-up, whilst Spyder and Chris Gunn exchange lefts and rights, blow-for-blow. DM: Whoa! Quick start by Chris Gunn and Spyder! Dylan wins the tie-up and Irish whips Logan Omega into the ropes, and hits him with a DDT, knocking him down to the canvas!!! QB: Great execution there by Dylan, she nearly decapitated Omega!!! Meanwhile, Chris Gunn gets the better of Spyder and Irish whips him into the ropes also. On the return, Chris Gunn connects with a thrust spinebuster, almost ripping Spyder in half! DM: Excellent start to this match by Dylan and Chris Gunn! Dylan picks up Omega and Chris Gunn picks up Spyder simultaneously, and both are clotheslined over the top rope and to the floor! Dylan and Chris Gunn stand in the ring as the crowd explode! DM: This sold-out M.E.N. Arena is goin’ wild for these two superstars! QB: I think both Chris Gunn and Dylan will enjoy this type of match - anything goes! But as soon as he recovers his whereabouts, Logan Omega goes straight over to the ringside area and grabs a chair from under the ring announcer. He turns to face the action and is met with a spinning heel kick from Chris Gunn - square on the kisser! DM: Great shot by Chris Gunn, preventing Omega from using the weapon! As Logan Omega hits the deck, Spyder hits Chris Gunn with a clothesline, and then pursues Dylan. Both Blaze and James Spyder exchange blows, but Spyder eventually gets the better of Dylan. He ducks a right hand, and hits a Fallaway slam on to the mats. He then rolls in to the ring and awaits Dylan. Chris Gunn rises from the clothesline issued by Spyder, and he instead enters the ring. Spyder runs at Chris Gunn and hits a sprinting superkick, knocking the big man to the canvas. QB: Very entertaining match so far, could go either way, but hopefully to James Spyder! Logan Omega gets to his feet and begins to walk up the ramp, seemingly leaving Spyder to compete on his own! DM: Where’s Omega goin’?! QB: Damn coward! Typical of Logan Omega to do that! I knew Spyder would struggle to keep this guy in line… But Dylan sees Omega’s attempt at an escape, and quickly thwarts his plan by chasing him up the ramp, and taking out his knee from behind! DM: Great tackle by Dylan - Omega is goin’ NOWHERE!!! QB: You would think that these 2 would get along though surely… DM: Maybe they do, but when there’s Tag Team gold on the line, there are NO friends, you of all people should know that Barnes! Back in the ring, Chris Gunn gets up from the sprinting superkick and is quickly grounded again by a double underhook brainbuster. James Spyder then goes for the cover on Chris Gunn... 1… 2… …kick-out by Chris Gunn after 2! DM: Close call!!! Dylan and Logan Omega are still up on the ramp way. Dylan starts to make her way back down to the ring, but Logan Omega, grabbing a wooden sign out of the crowd, hits Dylan from behind, right across the back of the head!!! DM: MY GOD!!! DID YOU HEAR THAT IMPACT?!?!?! QB: Dylan could be in a bad way here, Don… Dylan lies motionless on the ramp way, as Omega stands behind her - a piece of the board in each hand, raised high above his head. The crowd boo his actions, but Omega simply laughs it off. DM: That man can be quite sick and sadistic when he wants to be… QB: Nah…he hasn’t got the balls or the prestige to be a sick man…he’s just a Prima Donna… Logan Omega then drops the boards and proceeds to rip the tape off of his wrists, and begins to choke Dylan from behind! DM: Omega now strangling the life out of Dylan…she could do with Chris Gunn’s help here… But Chris Gunn is pretty tied up in the ring with James Spyder. Spyder has Chris Gunn ready for a release German suplex…and delivers! QB: Great delivery by Spyder… James Spyder goes for another cover… 1… 2… …another kick-out by Chris Gunn!!! Logan Omega leaves Dylan unconscious on the ramp and re-enters the ring. He and Spyder begin to double-team Chris Gunn, who is looking very fatigued at this point. DM: I think it could be elementary from here now, Dylan doesn’t look like gettin’ up, Barnes… QB: I know, I’m rather concerned for her…get the EMTs on standby… Chris Gunn manages to get back to his feet after the release German, but Logan Omega takes charge of the double-team attack, and hits Chris Gunn with a German suplex. He then follows it up with a twist of fate, then goes for a third cover on Chris Gunn… 1… 2… …but Chris Gunn gets his foot on to the bottom rope!!! QB: Fantastic ring-awareness by Chris Gunn - great anticipation. But I think James Spyder will prove to be too much for him… DM: What about Logan? QB: What about Logan…he ain’t worth mentioning… Omega doesn’t give up there though, as he orders Spyder up on to the top rope. DM: Who does Omega think he is?! As expected, Spyder is not so easily ordered around. He refuses to go up to the top, forcing Omega to go up instead. QB: He thinks he’s the leader of the team, when we all know that Spyder is carrying him… Omega reaches the top rope, as Spyder has Chris Gunn over his knee after hitting a backbreaker. Logan Omega lets fly, but Chris Gunn rolls out of the way, causing Logan Omega to hit Spyder with a leg drop! DM: Uh-oh… QB: As Axl Rose would say…”TIME TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!”… DM: You always this strange? QB: You wanna be unemployed? DM: I didn’t so much mean “strange”…more unique…YEAH!!! You’re unique… QB: Michaels… DM: Uh-hu… QB: Quit before I kick your ass! DM: Yes sir… Chris Gunn clocks the referee from behind, before rolling out of the ring to attend to Dylan as Spyder and Omega confront each other in the ring. DM: Why’d he hit the ref…?! QB: To stop the count… DM: Gotcha… Chris Gunn then tends to Dylan. DM: It’s this attitude of Logan Omega’s that will cost them the match if they lose…Spyder is doing all the wrestling while Omega just uses weapons to beat up women… QB: She ain’t no ordinary woman though, it’s Dylan - she’s a bad ass! But I catch your drift… Chris Gunn manages to help Dylan back to her feet, as Spyder and Omega reach boiling point in the ring. The two exchange hard words, but before anybody can assault anybody else, Chris Gunn and Dylan storm in to the ring, and unleash on their opponents! Dylan hits Logan Omega with lefts and rights, before executing a bulldog, followed by a tilt-a-whirl neckbreaker!!! Chris Gunn hits Spyder with a tiger driver, followed by a full nelson face buster! DM: Both Spyder and Omega are down! Chris Gunn and Dylan are in the driving seat here!!! Dylan lifts up Logan Omega and issues a kick to the gut. She then hits a very impressive reverse Hurricanrana! DM: SPIN-N!!! At the same time, Chris Gunn hits the Gunner Bomb on Spyder, drilling his head into the canvas. But as Dylan and Chris Gunn crouch down to get the covers, both Spyder AND Omega kick out!!! DM: Well played by both these guys! QB: Don’t cheer for Omega…don’t EVER cheer for ANY Omega!!! Logan Omega gets to his feet and issues a flying lariat to Dylan, almost knocking her head off of her shoulders!!! He then goes for the cover… 1… 2… 3!!! Dylan is eliminated!!! Gunn tired to break up the count in time!!! But as Gunn breaks up the count, he is caught by James Spyder and the L.D. 50!!! DM: WHAT A DEVASTATING GORE TO THE BACK BY JAMES SPYDER!!! With Gunn down, and Dylan lying motionless after a Stunner, Logan Omega mouths something at Spyder, before exiting the ring and walking up the ramp. DM: What?! Logan’s…Logan’s uppin’ and leavin’ AGAIN Barnes!!! QB: Typical… Spyder, looking confused in the ring, goes for the cover on Gunn… 1… 2… 3!!! It’s over!!! WINNERS OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - James Spyder and Logan Omega DM: So Spyder and Omega advance to the semi finals, but will they be able to co-exist long enough to win the gold?! Logan Omega looks back down to the ring where James Spyder sits on his knees, exhausted from his battle. Omega simply smiles, before leaving the arena area. FADE TO BLACK |