Mutilation Results
Wednesday 21st January 2004
from the Phillips Arena, Atlanta, Georgia!
Superstar by Saliva hits as PPW Mutilation kicks off LIVE on TNN from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia! The pyro's explode and the crowds go absoluty wild for the start of a much anticipated night!
DM: Welcome everyone to PPW Mutilation, I'm Donovan Micahels!
JG: And I'm Jim "The Bomb" Grande!!
DM: We have one hell of a night planned and I believe it will begin with a special annoucement from CEO Johnny Dinucci!!
Eat you Alive by Limp Bizkit as the cheers and screams subside and are replaced with Boos and jeers. The CEO slowly saunters to the ring smiling a sick and sadistic smile. He stops at the bottom of the ramp to survey his empire. Climbing the steps and entering the ring, he extends his arms out and spins on the spot as the crowd chant "Ass hole... Ass hole... Ass hole..." He grabs a mic and addresses the crowd.
JD: Your pitiable attempts at insults mean little or nothing to me, Because by the end of my announcement I know you will all be chanting my name…!
The whole crowd boo together!
JD: First of all, I’d like to address the loss of Draven… It was unfortunate that Draven chose to negotiate with Quentin Barnes. A man who knows not the worth of talent… He let Draven slip through his fingers. Something I’d never have let happen… My first announcement tonight is that the man who has, at very short notice, taken Draven’s place… Has been awarded the 4th place seed within the tournament that I will address momentarily…!
Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit hits, and Quentin Barnes heads out onto the ramp, Microphone in hand. He removes the sunglasses from his face and stares straight at the ring…
QB: Hey Johnny, I hear your big announcement is tonight?!
JD: You’d be correct Barnes…!
QB: That’s cool… I’m pretty excited about your announcement too… But I’ve just come from a meeting with your organising committee… And I hear that you were planning on naming the last 4 seeds yourself…!
The CEO smiles and walks slowly around the ring.
JD: Quentin… Would I do something like that to you?!
QB: Actually… Yes… Which is why I checked the small print, and low and behold… It was made very clear that Quentin Barnes names for seeds… And Johnny Dinucci named 4 seeds… Now… Before Draven left, I had named 3 seeds already… But you rectified that tonight by naming your… Mystery superstar… the 4th seed. Therefore, in a… draft type situation… We will name the last 4 seeds right here tonight!!
Dinucci smiles… He looks out to the fans before moving the mic to his mouth.
JD: Sounds good to me… I’ll go first… My first pick is…!
QB: Woah, woah, woah… I go first Johnny… You were the last to name a pick!!
JD: But… You… I…!
QB: SHUT UP! I pick first butt nut… You’re just lucky I ain’t down in that ring whipping your ass like I was meant to last week before your boy jumped me!!
Dinucci swallows hard…
JD: Fine… You go first Quentin…!
QB: Thank you… After much consideration, the number 5 seed will be… Krazy Kristopher!!
Dinucci looks slightly pissed as Barnes is able to pick his favoured seed in a good position.
JD: Ok… In that case, the number 6 seed will be the man who aligned himself with me this week… The Dark Lotus!!
Barnes sneers at the name of the man who beat him in WsW…
QB: Well… Who should I pick…? I need someone powerful… Someone tough… Someone who knows exactly what he’s doing in that ring… I pick… COLIN ZALE!
DM: HOLY FUCK! ZALE! I THOUGHT HE’D LEFT THE COMPANY FOR A WHILE!!
Dinucci’s eye’s widen… Zale is a monster in the ring…
JD: Zale… Ok… Good choice… Well, at the moment… There isn’t anybody else who I have seen in a PPW ring that has impressed me… So I think I’m going to for an Englishman… A fighter… Someone who knows no fear in a fight… A man that I… Johnny Dinucci handpicked from a competition while in England a few months ago… William Stone!!
Barnes smiles, the seeding complete… his job done… Without a word, Barnes turns and heads backstage…
JD: Finally… My announcement, everybody has seen the current brackets that have been posted on the PPW website. These brackets are for the annual PPW Battle For Supremacy Tournament. That’s right, every year this tournament will be held, to crown the Battle For Supremacy Champion! This year, however, there will be a difference. All 3 singles titles will be awarded, from this tournament. After the seeding, the brackets look like this…!
JD: Now I hear you all ask how we are going to award the other 2 titles? It is quite simple… The first round matches will be held next week… And the first round losers will go into another tournament… a sub tournament if you will… for the PPW Bloodgames Championship… The brackets will look… Like this…!
JD: Which means the following week, February 4th 2004, we shall see yet ANOTHER 8 matches… The 4 quarterfinal matches from the World Title Tournament and the 4 quarter final matches from the Bloodgames Title Tournament. I hope I’m not confusing you Atlanta morons…!
The crowds boo again!
JD: Now… The losers from each quarterfinal match will go into yet another tournament… Getting complicated isn’t it? This tournament is for the All-State Championship… THIS tournament begins February 11th 2004.
JD: That week, the card, again very simple for us… Will see the semi-finals of all 3 tournaments! Which means after those 6 matches, we will know exactly who will be competing for each of the titles we have in PPW, at Battle For Supremacy!.!
The crowd buzz in anticipation.
JD: And finally, ALSO at Battle For Supremacy we will see the losing Semi-finalists from each tournament go one on one… in number one contenders type matches! !
The crowd do, as Johnny Predicts, chant and scream. But not his name…
JD: See, nobody loses out under Johnny Dinucci! I hope you all enjoy the tournament…!
The CEO leaves the ring and heads backstage.
DM: That was on long, yet exciting announcement!!
JG: I can’t wait for this tournament to begin!!
DM: Me either!!
We cut to a commercial for Bitch Briefs... For the sluttier male!
Match 1
Singles Match
Mercedes "Tia" Kensington Vs Randy Lancett
DM: Our first match of the evening is about to begin...!
JG: I'm looking forward to seeing Tia again...!
DM: Of course you are...!
"Only the Strong Survive" by Flaw hits as Randy Lancett makes his way out onto the rampway! He salutes the crowd while making his way to the ring, to a mixed reaction!
DM: The fans just don't know how to treat this new comer...!
JG: He didn't do too well last week!!
He rolls into the ring and climbs to the middle ropes saluting the crowd.
DM: And up next comes Tia!!
JG: Thank god!!
Numb by Linkin Park hits... Tia appears at the top of the ramp as her music blasts through the sound system, she pulls a pose before walking down at a medium pace while grinning at the crowd, she gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops to wave to some fans. A women in a hat asks for a hug!
DM: That's cute!!
JG: Is she a lesbian!?!
As Tia goes for for the hug, the women grabs her head and thrusts it down smashing Tia's face against the barrier! Tia falls backwards onto the ground as this fan jumps over the barrier shouting!
DM: What the hell is this!?!
JG: I have no idea!!
Lancetts stands in the ring not knowing what is going on... The fan nails boots into Tia's stomach. The young lady who won in her debut match slowly moves to her feet as the fan jumps up and hits a reverse hurricanrana! Tia is sprawled out on the floor!
DM: I have no idea what is going on here!!
JG: Neither have I!!!!
This young fan hooks Tia in a Arm Bar/Arm Scissors move! Locking it in as tight as possible... Tia screams and screams in pain... Pleeding to be let go. The Fan shakes her head around screaming so vigourously that it comes off...
DM: OH MY GOD! ITS DYLAN!!
JG: LIA'S SISTER!?!
DM: YES!!
Tia's screams slowly begin to subside as the pain becomes too much, finally, she passes out from the pain. The referee leaves the ring fearing some serious injury. He drags Dylan off... The younger sister of Liana gets to her feet looking angry after this needless attack...
DM: What the hell is happening here!?!
The Referee heads over to the ring announcer and whispars in his ear!
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, after these events the referee has no choice than to call a forfit... Therefore, the winner of this match by forfit... Randy Lancett...!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY FORFIT - RANDY LANCETT
Lancett looks pissed in the ring as Dylan heads backstage, Tia surrounded by EMT's as we head to commercial!
The light in the arena fades slightly leaving a murky, darkish surrounding. Smoke starts to come up from the stage and there is a whisper around the arena.
JG: What the hell’s this?
DM: I don’t know, wasn’t expecting this, it’s not on my sheet.
The sound system in the arena begins whirring and the big screen flashes, before text flies across the screen.
“A New Age is about to begin… an age which has been seen before… an age which experts hoped would never come back… they feared it, they loathed it. It’s time for the age, a new age… of Adz!”
There’s a huge roar around the arena and then hush as people want to know what is going on.
JG: Adz? Adz? Is he here? He’s meant to be preparing for his match!!
DM : I know a guy called Adz was fighting tonight, but I never thought it would be THE Adz… He retire…!
Before he can finish, music begins to play in the arena…
The music is Bring me to Life by Evanescence.
“How can you see into my eyes, like open doors. Bringing you down into my soul, where I’ve become so numb… WAKE ME UP”
Pyro’s go off and Adz comes walking out onto the stage to a mass eruption of cheers from the crowd.
DM : Oh my god, oh my god, X-Net Legend Adz is back from retirement, and he’s here, here in PPW!!
JG : I don’t believe what I am seeing.!
Adz, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, saunters down to the ring in his familiar fashion. He climbs in and picks the mic up which is lying in the middle of the ring. Everytime he tries to talk he is interrupted by thousands of fans chanting his name. This goes on for literally five minutes before he can talk.
Adz : Ladies and gentleman… the Adz-Man… is back!!
The crowd starts cheering again.
Adz : 7 months, that’s how long it lasted. 7 months since I retired from pro wrestling. It wouldn’t last they said, and they were right, because now, I, Adz, am officially back in business. And I’m right here in the PPW.!
The fans cheer again.
Adz : So it’s been 7 months… 7 months since I was screwed out of the RAWF World Title. It’s been 7 months since I decided to forfeit the X-Net Worldwide Tournament Championship to Tannen Locke. 7 months since I decided I wanted a change. I thought it would take longer, but I’m pretty sure the change has already occurred. I’m back, and I’m different!!
But not different in a bad way, oh no. I’m still the ass-kicking monster that I have always been. People ask me why I would want to change. In the year before my retirement I lost one singles match, and that was my latest. What needs changing they ask? Well I will tell you what. Despite being the guy that lost just one match in a whole year, I didn’t get any recognition whatsoever. I reached the final of a World Tournament, against 100s of other guys, yet still people didn’t rate me highly. Why? Because of a soddin’ monkey that’s why.!
The fans erupt and start chanting ‘Spartacus’, the name of Adz’s pet monkey.
Adz : I’m sorry guys, but Spartacus won’t be showing his face around here, as he is one of those changes. From now on, there’s no joking, no messing about, no talking. Just fighting.
Some fans start to boo.
Adz : You’re right… fook that, I’m going to mess about as much as I want.
The fans begin to cheer again.
Adz : And guess what, backstage, is Spartacus!
More cheers echo around.
Adz : I’m going to be the fun guy I always was, but this time, I’m going to get the respect I deserve at the same time. You see, there are people on the roster here that I have wrestled with before. I was commissioner of WsW when Krazy Kris and Liana had girlyfights, not necessarily against eachother. I was in WsW when Dark Lotus thought he ruled the world, when in fact he didn’t even rule a small village in Bosnia. And there’s that guy with the funny name… Verafai Omega or something, well he just plain sucks. And please, please, don’t get me started on Gay Crawford.
The fans cheer and laugh at the last comment as most of them don’t like Tre Crawford.
Adz : But I didn’t come out here to just tell all of you that I have joined the company… I needed something to say. And that is that I am joining the Battle for Supremacy World Title Tournament, and I have decided that I am going to win it.
The fans cheer again.
Adz : And up next, I have a match… But I need to go and get ready to kick some ass!
Adz drops the mic and holds his arms aloft. His music starts and he climbs out of the ring and walks up the ramp out of sight.
DM : Adz is back! This is great!
JG : Let’s hope he’s ready for his match! I can’t wait to see it!
Camera’s head backstage to see if Chris Collins can get a word with Adz about some of the comments he’s just made, but as we reach the backstage area, we see Adz on the ground holding the back of his head with no-body around… He slowly starts to move… to get to his feet…
Adz: What the hell jus… ARGH!
Adz screams as chairs, tables, metal bars and ladders rain down from above him! He is covered in metal and splintered wood as more fall from above. The camera’s look to see what happened but all that is seen is a large container, used for transporting equipment teetering on the edge of the storage space above… It swings slowly, getting ever closer to falling.
DM: What the hell!? Someone get him out of there!
JG: Looks like a possibly short lived return for Adz!
His hand is above the metal and wood, as if calling for help but no-body will risk moving under the large metal create! Suddenly, a hand grips Adz’s and drags him as quickly as possible out of the metal. Adz, bruised, battered and bloody on the ground, as our very own President Quentin Barnes stands over him… The box falls and damn near destroys everything the tables and chairs left on the ground.
DM: QB SAVED ADZ!
JG: Good business there by the boss…
QB looks around to see who he can see… Seeing only Johnny Dinucci, The Dark Lotus, Tre Crawford and William Stone all stood laughing!
DM: But who pushed the damn box?!
JG: I have no idea…
We fade out to a commercial for Hooters “Beers, BBQ ribs and Boobs… What else would a man need!?”
Match 2
Singles Match
Trent Silver Vs Blake Selters
Before the match is set to begin, the PPWtron begins to show a quick recap of the Adz injury, just so people fully understand why this is now just a regular singles match.
When I'm Gone starts to play in the arena a the PPW tron comes to life with Blake Selters dressed in a black tuxedo looking out of the city of Las Vegas from on top of one of the major casino's. It switches to Blake training in a gym and then him walking down entrance ramps toward rings dressed in a various colorful robes. The lights go dim as a spotlight shines on the Entrance Way as Blake makes his way from the back wearing a medium blue robe that that is tied in front. He turns his back to the crowd and holds his arms out as fire works shoot out from the entrance all around him. The robe it self is completely covered in sparkles and glistening rhinestones and on the back of it are the word "Hot Property" spelled out in silver glitter. Blake turns around and locks eyes with the ring ignoring the crowd completely, he slowly walks toward the ring and climbs the ring steps. Blake pauses and looks out at the crowd before walking along the ring apron from one end to the other and then climbs into the ring. He holds his arms out and spins around slowly as fireworks shoot out from the ring post. finally Blake takes off his robe and hands it to a ring attendant before getting ready for his match
As Down Human begins to sound out across the arena the lights flash and pyro explodes at the ramp entrance. An explosion sounds out in the roof area and sparks fly out. The screen goes static and then flashes back to life with a picture of the ring as we see it, the picture flashes. Then it cuts to the ramp Trent stands there looking onward. The picture flashes again and he’s standing next to the ring, then it flashes once more and he's inside it.
DM: We are set for action as these two newcomers are set to face off.
JG: You know what this match is? This is just a waste of time until the main event.
DM: This could be the very future of PPW in the ring as we speak, how can you discard that like its nothing?
JG: Yeah, Yeah the future Yadda Yadda Yadda, I’m interested in right now not 10 years from now!
In the ring the two competitors begin to stalk each other. Blake puts his left hand in the air calling for a strength test. After a few seconds of pondering, Trent raises his arm in the air also, but just before they lock Trent greets Blake with a kick to the gut. With Blake doubled over Trent hits him with a powerful clothesline sending Blake Crashing to he mat. Just as soon as Blake hits, Trent wastes little time applying a Boston Crab.
DM: You know, why is it that those strength test never work?
JG: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!
DM: Jim……Jim……….JIM!
JG: No baby I didn’t get none on you I swear, ummm nevermind, I’m going back to sleep now.
DM: You have issues man, serious issues.
Back in the ring with the Boston Crab still applied, and with Trent closest to the ropes when the ref checks Blakes status, Trent reaches back and grabs the ropes. This goes on for a good 2 minutes before the ref actually catches him and makes him break the hold. Blake gets to his feet, favoring his left leg a bit as Trent comes over to him and begins punching Blake in the face. After a few hard rights, he irish whips Blake across the ring and hits a powerslam. Trying again to capitalize quickly he again attempts to lock in the Boston Crab, sensing danger Blake quickly crawls and grabs a hold of the bottom rope.
DM: Trent Silver is looking really good here, if this pace continues Blake Selters could be in for the most humiliating debut in PPW history.
JG: ZZZZZZZZZZ!
Back in the ring now, Silver still maintains control and executes a reverse DDT that sends Blake hard to the mat. He grabs Blake by the neck and helps him to his feet only to send him crashing back down with a snap suplex. With Blake obviously dazed, Trent begins to celebrate and taunt for the crowd. This allows Blake enough time to get to his feet, Silver turns around and Blake is running at him full steam ahead. Silver ducks the clothesline and as Blake bounces back off the ropes Trent executes a Tilt-a-whirl backbreak. This time around Silver gets right back to the attack and locks in a Cobra Sleeper hold.
DM: Its gut check time for Hot Property, he needs to get on the offensive quick or this match will be over soon.
After being in the hold for a few minutes, Blake starts to get fired up a little and the crowd gets behind him. Moments later Blake is back to his feet and elbowing Silver in the chest forcing him to break the hold. Before Blake can capitalize, Silver sends him back to the mat with a very potent powerbomb. Seconds later Silver puts one foot over the chest of Selters and begins to pose as the ref counts….1……. Blake manages to quickly kick out. Silver allows Blake to get back to his feet, he kicks Blake in the stomach and signals for the Spanish Bomb. He pulls Blake close and executes the crucifix powerbomb then covers…..1………..2………Blake manages to once again get a shoulder up.
DM: How did Blake manage to kick out of that, Trent better not get to frustrated or he could play right into the hands of Hot Property.
With Blake still on the mat, Trent locks in a figure four leg lock. Blake is in obvious pain as he begins to reach out for the ropes, which are just out of reach. With the look of agony still overwhelming his face, Blake puts his shoulders on the mat to help release the pressure. 1……….2……. After two Blake sits back up still in pain, he reaches for the ropes again, only to get the same results. With Blake putting his shoulders back to the mat the ref again gets a two count before Blake raises back up.
JG: Is this damn match over yet?
DM: It looks like the end is just seconds away, Blake is in serious trouble now.
In an act of desperation, Blake raises his right hand in the air and begins to try to reverse the hold. Silver has a look of concern come over his face which is soon replaced by a look of pain when Blake actually reverses the hold. With the pressure now on Silver, he is forced to release the hold. Blake is now moving around seriously favoring his leg now as Trent runs towards him looking to take out his frustration with a Spear. Blake side steps the spear sending Silver crashing shoulder first into the ring post. At this point a fan throws a cup into the ring, Blake is trying to pick Silver up out of the corner by his legs, but Silver is holding on for dear life. As the ref turns his back to dispose of the cup, Blake kicks Silver in his family jewels sending Silver to the mat again in serious pain. Blake jumps to the outside of the ring to regain his composure.
DM: Why that no good cheating…..
JG: Very clever, I think the fan is part of Blakes entourage.
DM: You have shown absolutely no interest in either of these superstars, so how could you possibly know that the fan was part of Blakes crew?
JG: That’s easy, I was surfing the channels the other day and saw his first promo, that guy who threw in the cup was sitting in Blakes car.
Silver jumps to the outside and again runs at Blake attempting a spear, Blake moves out of the and Silver runs headfirst into the ring steps. Blake limps over to him and lands a double underhook DDT sending Silver head first into the unforgiving arena floor. Now with Blake gaining momentum, he seems to be favoring his legs less and less. He tosses Silver into the ring and then irish whips him into the corner. With Silver in the corner Blake runs at him with a dropkick to send Trent to the mat. Blake then jumps outside of the ring again and pulls silver towards him, which places the ring post between Silvers legs. Blake then takes Silvers right leg and smashes it into the ring post three times. With Silver in obvious pain, Blake puts on a figure 4 leg lock around the ring post. Silver is now screaming for mercy as the ref starts the five count.
DM: Blake has until the count of five to release the hold or he will be disqualified.
JG: I think everyone watching knows that already, why don’t you talk about the effect this will have on Silvers legs?
DM: I think the effect of that is obvious to everyone also.
Just before the count of five Blake releases the hold and quickly enters the ring and covers Silver. 1……..2…..Silver manages to get a shoulder up. Not wasting any time, Blake helps Silver to his feet and executes a knee breaker. Silver drops to the ground, but quickly raises up on one knee where he is met with a high knee to the face. To take advantage of this Blake his another knee breaker, then helps Silver to his feet again only to execute backbreaker. As Silver hits the mat, Blake covers again…1……..2…….Silver again gets his shoulder up. Sensing now that he is in control of the match, he stands back stalking his opponent waiting for him to get to his feet. As Silver stands, he turns around and is met with the Property Damage. Blake again makes a cover 1…….2…………… just before the count of three the ref notices that Silvers leg is on the bottom rope. Instead of getting frustrated by this, Blake quickly drags Silver to the center of the ring. After a few kicks to the injured leg of Silver, Blake locks in another figure 4. Silver fights it for a few seconds before he has to tap out.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY TAP OUT- BLAKE SELTERS
DM: Fantastic victory by Selters!
JG: What? Really... Oh... I'm going back to sleep...
We fade to a commercial for Big and Tall... The Shop for guys who are big, and... you guessed it... tall!
DM: We head backstage where we have an announcement from the President, Quentin Barnes...
Backstage, Quentin Barnes is stood with Chris Collins.
CC: Mr. Barnes... I hear you have an announcement about Tre Crawford...
QB: I certainly do... I'd just like to anno... ARGH!
A chair swings out of shot connecting with the head of Quentin Barnes who falls to the ground! 2 more shots reign down on the head of Barnes who is busted wide open. The shot opens up to see Tre Crawford holding the chair.
TC: I almost got you last week Barnes... This week, I can't see anyone to stop me...
Crawford stands on QB's ankle stoping him from moving...
TC: THIS week Quentin... I'm going to pay you back for all the crap you've dealt out to me...
Tre turns the chair over in his hands...
TC: This is for every time you've screwed with me...
He starts to raise the chair in the air...
TC: And for every time you'll screw with me after today...
Slamming it down into QB's knee there is a blood curdling scream and a horrible crack as the chair bounces of Barnes' knee.
TC: And that was for trying to make me fight tonight...
Crawford grips his head and moans... EMT's come to Barnes aid as Crawford walks into the distance...
QB: HEY... Crawford... You son-of-a-bitch...
Crawford slowly turns around...
QB: You will fight tonight... If not, you're suspended for BOTH of the attacks on me in the last couple of weeks...
Crawford looks at Barnes through gritted teeth...
QB: Have a nice night...
The President is lifted onto a stretcher... Crawford turns around and starts to walk back towards Barnes as Jesy Blue and Krazy Kris reach the Co-Owner's side... He stops mid-stride... As we fade to a commercial for Plastic Surgery... The Way to every middle aged, middle to upper class women's heart...
Match 3
Singles Match
William Stone vs. Verafai Omega
DM: What a show it has been so far…and we’re only halfway through!
JG: Quite astute of you…
The lights drop leaving the arena in darkness, as the beat hits, strobe lights flicking rapidly.
Rob Zombie’s Reload rattles the arena and the lights fade to a blood red. Red and silver pyrotechnics blast from the staff, leaving the ramp shrouded in smoke.
As the smoke clears William Stone appears, walking slowly and confidently down to the ramp. His ankle-length leather coat sways around his leather pants, and black silk shirt. He looks around with a rye smirk and then slides into the ring.
As the lights adjust to their regular state, William leans against the ropes with his arms folded obviously waiting for Verafai Omega patiently.
DM: The crowd doesn’t know what to make of this guy…he seems to have some mental problems…and the fact that he’s more of a kick boxer than a wrestler doesn’t help much…
JG: Throughout the history of wresting…whenever a kick boxer has faced a wrestler, the wrestler has dominated the match…
DM: Let’s see if Verafai Omega can keep up that history!
Can't Keep by Pearl Jam splits the airwaves as Verafai Omega, decked in full wrestling attire with patented black and gold mask firmly applied heads toward the ring, sliding under the bottom rope…he locks his eyes on Stone, and they both circle, eyeing each other warily…
DM: And away we go!
Verafai goes to close the distance, but is kept at bay by what can only be described as testing kicks from Stone…Omega looks at the crowd, shrugs, then starts to close in again… Stone goes for a straight toe kick, and Omega catches it and pulls Stone forward into a short clothesline. Omega then starts dropping elbows on the left shoulder of Stone…
DM: Good strategy here…taking the strong offense out from Stone…
JG: Precisely, without his arms, Stone’s as good as shattered in there…
DM: Heh…shattered…wow…orginal…
Omega lets out a WHOOO, then wraps Stone up in an arm …Stone quickly flips it over with his powerful legs and turns all the pressure onto Omega making a cover!
1.... 2... NO! SHOULDER UP! Stone turns the arm lock into a single leg crab!
Omega crawls to the ropes and the ref forces Stone to break the hold. Omega gets up and goes to kick the newly standing Stone in the stomach, but Stone catches the leg and pulls him up and over into a tight capture suplex for a 1 count.
DM: Well…there was a good wrestling move by Stone… He's still favouring that injured shoulder though!
JG: Lucky…he was lucky…
Stone then sets to work, pummeling Omega with fierce kicks….he then stops and allows Omega to get up to his knees before delivering a jumping heel kick to the back of his neck. Stone picks him up and tosses Omega into the ropes, only to be leveled by a tremendous running clothesline.
JG: Idiot should have kept him grounded…he had a better chance winning the match that way…
DM: Do I sense hostility Jim?
JG: Kick boxers do not belong in this sport…
Omega picks Stone up and tosses him into a corner...then runs and jumps up into a body splash on the upper body of Stone. He repeats this two more times and backs up again…
DM: He calls each of those splashes the ‘Verify this!’
JG: Hehe…Verafai…Verify…hehehe…
DM: Heh…didn’t think of it like that…
Omega runs full steam at Stone, jumps up and hits the final Verify This…only to have Stone take the impact, wrap his arms under his arm and around his head, and hits a beautiful T-Bone Suplex!
DM: This could be it!
JG: Sonova…that was a wrestling move!
1, 2, SHOULDER UP!! Omega rolls up the right shoulder and the match continues on. Stone allows Omega to get to his feet, only to knock him down with a Crescent kick…he again allows him to get to his feet, again to knock him down once more, but this time with a jumping front kick.
DM: He’s just playing with Omega now…
JG: It’s gonna cost him…it always cost the kick boxers…egotistical pricks…
Stone allows Omega to again reach his feet, then goes for a shuffle side kick, which Omega ducks around. Omega turns around and nails Stone with three stiff right hands, then a quick kick in his midsection and goes for a what looks like a neck breaker into a version of the Ace Crusher. Stone counters it by snapping on a sleeper hold!
DM: He could be attempted his trademark…the ‘Stone to Ash!’
JG: Listen to the crowd Don…no one cares…
The crowd is pretty much giving a mixed reaction…Stone throws his feet out behind him to drive Omega down, only for Omega to wiggle out of the sleeper hold and lock on a reverse front face chantery and bring Stone’s face crashing into the mat!
DM: OMEGA DEVICE!
The ref counts….1…..2…FOOT ON THE ROPE! Omega looks stunned…then picks up and places Stone’s head between his legs, facing the mat…he backs up into a corner, lifts Stone up into a power bomb position…and starts running…Stone squirms up, turns around, and latches on a sleeper hold as Omega’s momentum and shock causes him to slam full into the corner. Stone uses the bounce to throw his feet back and slam the back of Omega’s head into the canvas. He then quickly gets to his feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle…he signals to the crowd…who start to respond positively…
JG: Big mistake…
DM: He could be going for the ‘Phoenix from the Ashes!’
Stone turns his attention back to the ring as he stands on the top turnbuckle…only to be slammed in the stomach by a stiff right hand from Omega, and drop crotch first onto the top turnbuckle…he starts to lean forward and fall toward the inside of the ring when Omega wraps his arms around his head and goes for another Omega Device! Stone blocks by holding onto the buckle!
DM: Omega pulls Stone off the ropes and whips him into the ropes!
JG: He ducked the clothesline Michaels!
DM: He’s gone for a 6 Second Magic! Wait… No… THIS IS WILLIAM THE BLOODY!
This devastating submission takes Omega slowly to the ground! Stone wraps his legs around Omega’s neck locking in a sleeper! Omega refuses to quit and passes out as the referee lifts and drops his arm…
1… 2… 3! ITS OVER STONE WINS!
WINNER OF THE MATCH AS A RESULT OF A KNOCKOUT: WILLIAM STONE!
JG: I feel sick!
DM: I think it was quite an impressive debut by Stone, EVEN with that bad shoulder… Omega came SO close….
JG: Sure…believe what you want, just remember, I’m right, Stone will lose in the end!
Stone gets to his feet and rolls to the outside... He pulls a ladder from under the ring... Pulling it into the ring he sets it up in the corner...
JG: What the hell is going on!?
DM: I have no idea...
JG: This is stupid with bad shoulder... TYPICAL kick boxer!
Stone climbs to the top rope... Then up the ladder... Standing on top, he looks at the crowd showing tremendious balance before diving off with a Senton Bomb! Omega quickly rolls out of the way as Stone smashes to the mat!
JG: OH MY GOD!
DM: DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN HE COULD BE DEAD!
EMT's rush the ring to attend to Stone who is lying on the mat unconcious... They try to stablise his neck as we cut to a commercial for Mass Slow…the new great tasting less filling weight gainer protein and fat solution drink…now available in new Meat Lovers flavor! MMMM!
Backstage, as we witness Verafai Omega walking through the hallway after his match, mask clasped in his right hand as he, presumably, wipes away sweat particles from his forehead with a plain white towel. Having done so, Omega proceeds to place the mask back on his head as Blake Selters wanders past, chuckling to himself.
BS: “ Jesus, no wonder you wear that mask.”
Selters continues to walk by as Omega turns suddenly in his direction.
VO: “What the fock is that supposed to mean?” Blake turns whilst still stepping backward.
BS: “Nothing, forget about it.”
Omega takes a step in Selters direction.
VO: “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, christ, you’re style stems from the middle ages, I hate to break this to you pal, but the figure four went out with the nineteen eighties, the idea that this business relies on an entertainment aspect probably slides right over that belligerent head of yours.”
Selters appears to take exception to Omegas comment as Omega struts away, however rather than leaving well enough alone, Selters runs at Omega, clotheslining him down from behind, Omega appears to fall awkwardly, twisting his ankle, he cries out in pain as he hits the floor. Selters simply scowls at the fallen Omega, as Omega clasps desperately at his right ankle. Selters then turns and chuckles to himself as he wanders out of screen, leaving Omega on the ground glaring after him.
DM: That could be serious Bomb...
JG: Lets hope so...
The cameras turn on to show Krazy Kristopher walking into the main entrance of Brookes Place. He looks rather nervous, and is dressed in blue denim jeans that AREN’T torn up for a change, and a simple black t-shirt with the GC logo on the front. He walks up to the elevator and punches a code in, then waits for the elevator to arrive…all the while fidgeting with a small black box in one hand and a small gold box in the other…the camera gets close enough to pick up on Kris’ muttering…
KK: “I bought this for you…here! …damn that’s not good…um….Hey Lia…Happy Monday!...no..too stupid…Hey, I heard its your bday soon! …I have no clue when Lia’s bday is… After you check out these packages, why don’t you check out mine?...no…I’ll get slapped…um…damn…”
The elevator dings and Kris enters. The camera picks up the floor as the elevator starts rising, then rapidly moves to the next elevator and goes up as well. When it finally comes to a halt, the elevator door opens to show Kris walking down a hallway…still muttering to himself…
KK: “I lov…I lov…I love you to open these packages! Damn…I’m a loser…Reg and Ernest are going to pissed if they find out that I’m not at the gym preparing for my match against the Dark Lotus and not reading that referee handbook that Dinucci so lovingly sent me…I have to ref a steel cage match…why couldn’t it be a cage made of Big’Uns or Frappuccino…or Midgets so I can bash the cage down!
The camera picks up Kris chuckling to himself…as he continues down the hall, making a right and continuing on…
KK: “I saw these and thought of you…yeah…I’ll go with that one…”
Kris looks over and sees a small mirror on the wall, he stops to check on his hair, re-adjusting it in a pony tail. He then turns to continue walking and bumps into someone. He catches them before they fall…
KK: “I’m sorry…didn’t see ya…”
Voice: “Wow…you’ve got pretty firm abs and some nice biceps…”
KK: “A-thank you…”
Kris sets the person gently on their feet…the camera shows that it is no other then Dylan, Liana’s sister. She’s dressed in a mini-skirt and a tight top…and lots of make-up…
D: “Oh…it’s the screw on the side…”
KK: “Why do you say such hateful things about me…I make your sister happy don’t I?”
D: “That’s what screws on the side do…”
KK: “Touché pussy cat…Touché…but still, we went out to the King of Burger and she had a good time…and we didn’t even ‘screw’ as you so ineloquently put it…”
D: “Wow…big words…and logic…you’re not as crazy as you look or act are you?”
KK: “No ma’am…”
Krazy Kristopher points at his head and taps his fingers on the side of his head…
KK: “I’ve got kidneys you know…”
Dylan’s eyes widen, then return to normal size when she sees the smile start creeping onto Kris’ face.
KK: “So anyway…I’m bringing Lia some presents I promised her…what’s your excuse for being out so late?”
D: “None of your god damn business…”
KK: “Hmmm…fair enough…I warn you though…when you go into the room… you might not want to sleep in your room…
Dylan’s face scrunches up…
KK: “Or the bathroom…or Lia’s room…”
A sick look comes over Dylan’s face…
KK: “Or the chandelier or treadmill or the big screen or refrigerator…”
D: “Enough! No more please!”
Krazy Kristopher grins…
KK: “I was just kidding…”
A look of relief washes over Dylan’s face…
KK: “…about the big screen…we tried but we heard the door start to unlock so we ran into her room…”
Dylan turns around and starts storming away…Kris easily keeps up the pace…especially since he was heading toward her destination before he bumped into her…
KK: “If I’m her screw on the side…I’d hate to see the poor bloke who gets the full brunt of her energy…I can barely handle the run off…”
Dylan shudders…then stops and goes and enters a keycard into a door…the door clicks and she pushes it open…to reveal Paige and Liana sitting up in bathrobes and drinking coffee…
P: “So your confident that you can handle this mystery superstar?”
L: “I’m always confidant…and I have Kris as the special guest referee…if he can possibly prevent it, he won’t let anything or anyone hurt me…I think…”
The camera picks up her slight smile as Liana sees Dylan walk in and then Kris standing outside the door waiting to be invited in…
P: “Look what the cat dragged in…”
D: “Shove it…I’m going in my room to get away from this psycho…”
KK: “Ah don’t talk about your sister like that…”
Liana and Paige exchange smiles…then Liana gets up, is almost knocked down by Dylan, then continues on toward the front door to greet Kris…Paige stands up…
P: “I’m going to go into my room and…um…and work out our schedule for the next week…”
She winks at Lia…then starts off for her room…
L: “Kay…thanks Paige.”
Liana wraps her robe around her…pushes Kris back slightly and enters the hallway, leaving the door only slightly ajar. She brushes her hair back…
L: “What are you doing here?”
KK: “I…um…figured now would be a good time to drop off your gifts…I promised that I’d give you them if you won the match at the last Mutilation…and you did…so here…”
Kris extends both hands and drops the packages into Lia’s hands.
L: “Hmm…there was only the black one last time…what’s this gold one for?”
KK: “Um…for…letting me be your screw on the side…”
Liana lets out a giggle…
L: “Stay right here…I’m going to go open these away from the cameras and be right back out…”
KK: “There are cameras?”
Liana retreats back into the room and Kris looks around for the cameras…then waits patiently…he mutters to himself…
KK: “I hope she likes them…and she didn’t confirm nor deny that I was her screw on the side…if there’s a main screw…poor guy…he must be in a coma when he’s not with her…”
A loud yell can be heard from the room…and Kris’ eyes bulge…he looks around, then turns around and attempts to walk away at a fast pace…Lia’s voice stops him…
L: “Where do you think you’re going?”
KK: “Um…I just came by to drop the presents off…I was going to be on my way before you tried to kill me because how horrible they are…”
Liana grins…
L: “They weren’t horrible…see…I’m wearing them right now…”
Liana lifts her head slightly to show a gold necklace of interlinking GC symbols and hearts around her neck…Kris smiles…
KK: “Heh…wearing both of them huh?”
L: “You’ll have to come in to see that I’m wearing the other gift…but I make no guarantees that the other gift will stay on tonight…”
Liana trails off…Kris gulps…
KK: “Um…Um…”
L: “Times up!”
Liana grabs Kris and leans back…pulling him through the doorway and letting the door close and click shut.
DM: What the...
JG: Hell Was...
DM: That All...
Both: About!?
We fade to a commerical for Big'Un's Magazine... With a picture of their resident sponser... Krazy Kris!
JG: This is the match I’ve been lookin’ forward to, Michaels!!!
DM: Well here it is Bomb…the battle of the WsW champions, Krazy Kris vs. The Dark Lotus. This is officially the FIRST title defence for Kris since winning the title back in the days of the old WsW.
JG: Yeah well he’ll be sorry he decided to defend it against TDL Michaels, because that son-of-a-bitch is about to lose his title…
DM: You’re such a happy guy Jim…
MATCH 4
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Krazy Kris vs. The Dark Lotus
The crowd return to their seats after gathering up their sodas and beers, waiting in anticipation for this next match-up between 2 former WsW World champions, both fighting for their pride, and for the glory of being the last EVER WsW champion…
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is for the World simulation Wrestling championship!
The crowd cheer at the mention of the WsW, a fan-pleaser in its time, and still ever-present in peoples’ minds as one of the greatest federations in history.
RA: Introducing first…
“Taste of Blood” by Dark Lotus hits the PPW sound system, and Lotus walks into the arena with all the lights turned off. The only light is that from the stairway, the sky boxes and the dim spotlight on Lotus. Lotus walks to the ring and steps over the top rope, as he does this the ring fills with smoke.
The crowd boo and jeer TDL.
DM: Well after his comments about President Quentin Barnes this past weekend, the fans are entitled to boo TDL, Bomb…he isn’t too popular with them at the moment…
JG: Maybe not, but he’s seemingly popular with C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci at the moment, simply because of his derogatory comments towards QB…which is a good enough reason for me to like him as well!
DM: Oh yeah you have a bit of history with QB don’t you…?
JG: Yeah, back in my old XWL days, he went by the name of The Quarterback back then…we were feuding for a while for the Universal title…ah…I was such a great champion Michaels…
DM: Yeah whatever Jim…whatever…
The lights go out throughout the arena as OzzyOsbourne screams out "ALL ABOARD!" Spotlights flicker on and play across the crowd, until they catch the sight of someone pushing through the crowd. Dressed in black jeans, a Batman T-shirt, an arm pad on his left elbow, and a flowing black duster Trenchcoat, Krazy Kristopher reaches thebarrier and leaps over. He jumps up onto the apron, then flips over the top ropes and lands in the middle of the ring, staring off into the crowd and grinning as pyro goes off. He then makes his way to a corner.
DM: And the crowd go absolutely ballistic for Krazy Kris here in Atlanta!
JG: Cheap pop…
DM: The crowd can’t hear me you ass!!!
The bell sounds straight away and both men circle the ring cautiously. The crowd begin to stamp the ground in unison, eagerly awaiting the first blow to be thrown…
JG: Just listen to these fans, Don…they’re goin’ crazy!!!
DM: Or do you mean…Krazy?
JG: I said crazy…that’s what I just said…
DM: Never mind…
TDL begins to walk over to over to Kris, talking at him in what seems to be an unhappy and threatening tone. Both men stand eye-to-eye, pushing their heads against each other…the tension was mounting, and it could be felt all through the arena…
DM: These two are about to explode, Bomb…great support for this match from the fans!
Kris begins to laugh in TDL’s face, and then TDL retaliates with the first shot of the match…he pushes the Krazy one backwards away from him, to which Kris responds with a push of his own.
JG: Here we go, Michaels!!!
Lotus then talks trash to Kris again, and pushes him for the second time…but this time Kris takes it to another level, and clocks TDL between the eyes with a ferocious punch, knocking Lotus off his feet.
DM: What a shot! The impact was unbelievable!
The crowd go wild again for Kris, as he points to a banner in the crowd that reads: “KRAZY KRIS: SPANISH WOMAN’S MIDGET CHAMPION 4 LIFE!” Kris shouts in delight at the banner, as TDL returns to his vertical base. The Dark Lotus brushes himself off, and the two men circle the ring again, before Kris grabs TDL and Irish Whips him into the near-ropes. On the return, TDL ducks a clothesline and bounces off the fare-side ropes, then receives a dropkick for his troubles. Krazy Kris picks TDL up and delivers a Tombstone piledriver, and TDL crumples on the mat below.
DM: Wow! Already in the early-goings of this match, Krazy Kris is dominating TDL!
Krazy Kris attempts an early pin…
Crowd: “1…2…”
JG: 2-count only that time…
Kris again tries to pick TDL up, but Lotus delivers a low blow, sending Kris to his knees in pain.
DM: That was a cheap shot! Right in front of the referee!
The ref pulls TDL to one side and warns him about his foul play. TDL argues with referee Adrian Carlson, before conceding, and continues after Krazy Kristopher. TDL climbs to the top rope and waits for Kris, who is now staggering to his feet. As Kris returns to his feet, he turns to face the rope where The Dark Lotus is perched, and TDL crashes down on Kris with a Kane-style clothesline!!
JG: My God! He nearly took his head off Michaels!
DM: Yeah that was some shot Bomb…
TDL decides not to attempt a pin, but instead picks Kris up and throws him outside to the mats. TDL clambers from the ring and drives Kris into the surrounding crowd barriers. He then tries to throw Kris in to the steel steps, but Kris reverses the throw, and it’s TDL who crashes to the floor after the impact of steel. Kris then proceeds to clear off the ringside announce table where Donovan Michaels and Jim “The Bomb” Grande are seated.
JG: Whoa! Don’t come over here you sorry son-of-a-bitch!
Krazy Kris is in no mood for The Bomb, and hammers him! The Bomb falls to the floor unconscious, much to the crowd’s delight!
DM: Krazy Kris just knocked out The Bomb! Jim Grande is out cold ladies and gentlemen…and the fans love it!
Kris goes back to get Lotus, and throws him onto the announce table. Adrian Carlson the referee is desperately trying to get Kris back in to the ring, but Kris is too focused on TDL to even know the referee is there. Kris gets on top of the table with Lotus.
DM: This could be bad for The Dark Lotus now, Kris looking very purposeful…
Krazy Kris kicks Lotus in the stomach…and executes a Stunner!!! TDL crashes through the table, splitting it into several pieces!
DM: STUNNER! MY GOD! TDL IS BROKEN IN HALF! We might need EMTs out here for TDL…Kris is relentless in his custody of the WsW championship!
TDL lies motionless outside the ring. The referee is still trying to shunt Kris in to the ring, and is eventually successful. Krazy Kris re-enters the ring, and the referee calls for emergency medical treatment for The Dark Lotus.
DM: The EMTs are comin’ out here now Bomb…oh wait…he’s out cold still…oh well! TDL is in a bad way, and this might may come to a premature conclusion!
As the EMTs are makin’ their way to the ring Kris tries to leave the ring again and continue his onslaught on Lotus, but the referee restrains KK, allowing the EMTs to attend to the injured superstar. But as the EMTs attend to Lotus, CEO Johnny Dinucci jogs to the ring, and goes over to the area of the announce table.
JD: Leave him alone, let him continue…the match HAS to resume right now, there must be a winner of the WsW title!
EMT 1: But sir, if we don’t get him to the hospital he could be out for 4-6 weeks…
JD: No he won’t, just wake his ass up, he WILL fight now…
EMT 2: But sir…
JD: Just do it!
As JD is at ringside, Jim “The Bomb” Grande regains consciousness.
After successfully ordering the continuation of the match,CEO Dinucci returns up the ramp and in to the backstage area. Krazy Kris picks TDL up and throws him in to the ring. Lotus has no idea where he is, but battles to get to his feet. Once resuming his vertical base, TDL is extremely dazed, and very confused. Kris hits a superkick on TDL, knocking him in to the corner. When TDL stumbles out of the corner, Kris delivers an evenflow DDT…
DM: KRAZY TRAIN!!! Kris got the Krazy Train!
JG: * after resuming consciousness for the second time * wha…?
Jim Grande then falls to the floor again through lack of energy, and hits his heads on the floor, thus knocking him out cold for the third time…
Kris goes for a pin attempt on The Dark Lotus…1…2…TDL got a shoulder up at the very last second!
Kris impatiently rises to his feet and continues to take advantage of TDL’s physical condition. He runs at TDL and hits him with a spear - TDL bounces in to the corner…as he emerges again from the corner, Kris hits a Diamond Cutter, knocking TDL to the floor once again.
DM: This has to be it now, surely…
Kris locks a Buzzkiller on TDL, but TDL is close to a rope…he attempts to grab at it, but Kris pulls TDL away from the side of the ring, and right in to the centre!
DM: And TDL has nowhere to go now, he must either give in and lose his chance at the title, or endure this pressure from Krazy Kris chicken-wing crossface!
TDL is writhing in pain, and is shouting aloud his pain and frustrations. He attempts to pull himself over to the ropes, but Kris pulls him back in to the centre of the ring. TDL seemingly passes out, but as the referee raises his hand for the third time, it stays up. TDL somehow finds his reserve energy and manages to pull himself over to the ropes, and the referee orders Kris to break the hold. Kris is furious, and takes out his frustrations on The Dark Lotus.
DM: And Kris picks TDL up again, and hooks him up for a Pedigree…!
But TDL manages to counter the move and Kris is slammed to the canvas by a back body drop.
DM: From nowhere, TDL is back in with a shout! This match isn’t over yet!
Lotus grabs Krazy Kris and hits a desperation chokeslam.
DM: Dark Lotus hit the Pits of Hell! Right when he needed it most! Kris is down…Kris is down…!
TDL then falls to his knees with exhaustion. He tries to cover Kris…
1…2…kick out by Kris…TDL realises that luck isd’t on his side…he picks Kris up and hits a DDT, and again goes for the cover…
1…2…Kris got his shoulder up successfully.
TDL again climbs the top rope, looking to attempt another top-rope clothesline.
DM: This could be dangerous here, Kris isn’t groggy enough to fall for this, and TDL is in a very bad way, he’s barely hanging on..!
Kris turns around and sees TDL on the top rope. As TDL jumps at Krazy Kris, KK catches him in mid-air, and positions him correctly for a running powerbomb. Kris then runs to the other end of the ring, slamming TDL to the canvas as he does so.
DM: Running powerslam by Kris, and he’s signalling for the Insane Pain!!!
Krazy Kristopher climbs the turnbuckle, and drops a huge elbow in to the chest of The Dark Lotus, almost flattening him!!!
DM: That’s it, it’ over! Surely!!!
Kris clambers on top of Lotus.
1…2…3!!! Kris gets the win!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - KRAZY KRIS
RA: The winner of this bout, and STILL World simulation Wrestling champion…Krazy Kristopher!!!
The crowd go chaotic at Kris’ victory.
As Kris is celebrating his win, Jim “The Bomb” Grande finally staggers to his feet.
JG: Wha…what did I miss? What happened?
DM: You…hmmm…you fell off your chair you stupid bastard! You missed everything!
JG: Oh, damn it! Did TDL win, did Kris lose his belt?
DM: Hmm…not exactly no…
JG: What do ya mean, “not exactly”?
DM: Well, Kris won…fair and square…he’s still the WsW champion, and will always be the Spanish Woman’s Midget Champion!!!
Kris leaves the ring with his WsW Belt! He's handed a note by an official and smiles as we fade to a commercial for The Sweedish Penis Enlarger and a picture of Smasher dressed in a bad 60's suit with the tag line "This type of thing's not my bag baby..."
We fade in from commercial to see PPW's CEO stood backstage with Chris Collins.
CC: Hello everybody, I'm backstage with...
JD: They know who I am, in fact... Why are you even here!? I don't need you here... Hit the bricks kid!
Colins slowly moves away looking back for a look of pity from Dinucci... It doesn't come...
JD: I have announcement about the following match. Due to his injuries, and his obviously violent state of Mind... You know, the one which caused him to smash Barnes' glass knee... Tre Crawford has requested that, for Jesy Blue's safety, the Hardcore Stipulation in this match be revoked!
The crowd boos...
JD: In fact, I hereby decree that Tre Crawford will no longer take part in matches that are in anyway consumed in No DQ and No Countout rules. I thank you for your attention!
Match 5
Singles Match
Tre Crawford Vs Jesy Blue
DM: Another fantastic match in the waiting here... Although its no longer hardcore rules...
JG: Thank god... This is WRESTLING!
Made you look by Nas blares over the PA as the lights dim to nothing but a very pale shade of silver. The crowd reaction is not pleasant because they know who is on his way to the ring. As he steps out onto the entrance ramp with a look of determination on his face, he puts his head down seemingly ignoring the crowd reaction. While his head is down the camera focuses over the Titantron and it reads Perfect Weapon in glittery silver lettering, then goes into one shot of a Silencer being delivered. As the song reaches the; “They Shooting, but before Made you Look,” Tre then takes his arm and raises it in the air flashing the Westside symbol as a large storm of pyro surrounds him. Once the smoke clears he makes his way to the ring mouthing off to the fans in attendance and flipping them the bird
DM: Tre Crawford waits for Jesy Blue in the ring...
JG: Wont be a long wait...
All the lights go out in the arena as a deep harmonized voice begins laughing over the PA, then speaks:
"ARE YOU READY? BRING ON THE SMOKE. TURN OUT THE LIGHTS. CAN YOU FEEL THE ENERGY? I SAID CAN YOU FEEL THE ENERGY?! OKAY. NOW... GET READY TO LOSE YOUR MIND. GET READY TO LOSE CONTROL. NOW... YOUR A VICTIM... OF HARDSTYLE!"
After that the raver music begins and yellow, green and blue strobe lights begin flashing to the bassline. Jesy Blue comes out wearing green baggy UFO pants and a big furry hat carrying glowsticks, which he tosses into the crowd, and has a neon pacifier in his mouth.
DM: Jesy has really impressed me in recent weeks!
JG: As has Tre Crawford impressed me...
DM: He's a cheat!
JG: Exactly!
Tre and Jesy lock up in the centre of the ring, Tre outpowers Jesy and shoves him to the ground... Jesy jumps to his feet quickly. Tre poses before they lock up again, as he tries to push Jesy down again, Blue ducks out and slips behind dropping Tre to his face!
JG: Some actual wrerstling...
DM: Good to see!
Tre gets to his knees and plays on his injury grapping his head. Blue runs from the far side of the ring and hits a wheel kick into the back fo Crawford's head knocking him back down to his face again! Blue jumps around, posing himself!
DM: This could be a mistake...
JG: Look, Tre is getting up!
Jesy runs at Crawford who swings a clothesline. Jesy ducks and jumps, springing back from the ropes and nails Crawford between the eyes with a dropkick!
DM: Jesy is on fire!
JG: It's only a matter of time till Tre makes good!
Blue keeps control with a DDT as Tre gets to his feet! Crawford is on his back on the ground as Jesy goes to the top rope and dives off with an elbow!
1... 2... NO! Crawford kicks out and slowly starts to get to his feet!
JG: See, it'll all change now!
As Tre gets to his feet, Jesy jumps into the air and hits a hurricanrana!
1... 2... NO! Tre kicks out again!
DM: Jesy is on fire here... Tre's hardly had any control in this match!
Crawford rolls to the outside and walks around holding his head. He starts to look angry and pained as he jumps back up onto the apron! He climbs in and runs at Jesy who Arm drags his bigger opponent to the mat!
JG: What the hell is going on... It has to be the injury Michaels!
DM: Oh come on...
Tre jumps back up as Jesy nails an armwhip neckbreaker! Tre is on the ground unconcious as Jesy Blue makes the cover...
1... 2... NO! What the...
DM: What the hell is he doing here!?
JG: YEAH COME ON BOSS!
Johnny Dinucci pulled the referee's leg! He jumps up on the apron and argues with the ref as Blue looks to see what happened! As he gets up and heads over to Dinucci, the boss throws something to Tre who is getting to his feet!
DM: WHAT WAS THAT!?
JG: I have no idea!
Jesy Blue swings his right hand taking out the CEO who falls to the ground! The referee turns back to the ring as Jesy signals for the Pacifier! Blue nails Crawford in the stomach and runs from the far side. As he returns, Crawford turns around and blatently nails Blue in the family jewels!
DM: Oh dear god...
JG: I feel ill...
DM: I feel your pain...
JG: Keep that freaky shit away from me! Go feel Jesy's pain!
The referee calls for the bell as Crawford drops a set of brass knucks to the mat!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY DISQUALIFICATION - JESY BLUE
Blue lies on the mat prone and injured holding his groin. Crawford rolls out of the ring holding his head and heads back up the ramp as we fade to a commercial for Canned Meat Balls... Jesy Blues may now be included!
We return from the commercial, backstage with Krazy Kris... He has 2 cans of pepsi and a half eaten pizza as he heads towards the Boiler Room. Chris Collins is nearby...
CC: Kris! KRIS! Why are you going to the boiler room!?
KK: I got a note off Lia to meet her there...
CC: In the BOILER room?
KK: Yup... I guessed it was meant to be ironic...
CC: Ironic?
KK: Yeah... you know... the boiler room is hot and steamy... just like mine and Lia's relationship...
Collins looks to his left and pulls an old rusty screw out of the wall...
CC: Ohhhh I see, Irony... Kinda like this in my hand being the "Screw on the side" of the boiler room too?
KK: I... You... For that only the cameraman can follow me...
Collins looks disappointed and turns away as the cameraman follows Kris. The Krazy One gets a little bit ahead, and starts calling after Lia... Suddenly, out of shot... Kris is dragged... Scuffling is heard and a groan and the sound of metal against bone! Then the click of handcuffs snapping shut. As the cameraman comes into view, Kris is on the floor with his back against a large pipe and his hands fastened behind his back. A man in a cloak stands over him...
Voice: You can't get in my way now... Sit back, relax... and watch this main event!
The shape goes out of shot as we head back to the ring.
DM: What the hell just happened to our referee!?
JG: I have no idea... And I have word that Liana has NO IDEA that has just happened!
MAIN EVENT
CAGE MATCH
LIANA VS MYSTERY OPPONENT
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: Lia awaits her mystery opponent!
JG: And her no show bf...
RA: And now... ladies and gentlemen... The Mystery Opponent...
From behind the curtain a figure comes out wearing a cloak... A long black cloak. The whole of his body is covered from head to toe. Slowly walking to the ring, he stops at the bottom of the ramp... And in one quick movement... The cloak is removed!
DM: WHAT THE HELL!?
JG: ITS DINUCCI!?
Johnny Dinucci stands with a microphone in hand! A rye smile crosses Lia's lips...
JD: Now now Miss Blaze... Don't get to happy... First of all, the referee has had... An... Accident...
He points to the Purepaintron to show Kris, blood trickling down his forehead, handcuffed to that pipe... Lia goes to leave the ring!
JD: Excuse me Liana... You have a match remember!? If you leave... You will be fired... Oh yes, second of all... I am not your opponent... I'm just here to introduce you to him... So without further a do... I would like to introduce you to your Mystery Opponent...
The Great American Nightmare by Rob Zombie hits...
JD: DRAVEN!
DM: WHAT THE HELL!?
JG: HE NEVER LEFT IT WAS A TRICK!
Draven makes his way out to the ring, slowly and methodically... makes his way to the ring. There is pure Terror in Lia's eyes as Dinucci stops her from leaving the ring. The cage slowly lowers around her... And falls into place! She tries to leave the door but Dinucci keeps it shut!
DM: This is a ritual sacrifice to Draven!
JG: I know... This sucks...
DM: What?
JG: If she gets hurt I wont get to see that rack every week!
Draven reaches the door and Lia steps back in position to fight. Draven grabs the Mic off Dinucci and enters the cage...
Draven: Liana... My dear sweet Liana... You seem to have thought a little to lightly about me... I still wanted my revenge... I just knew that I had to find away to rid myself of that idiot Kris... Rid myself of all obsticles between us... My good friend Johnny helped me in a great way... Having Tre take out Barnes and Blue... And leading that idiot into the trap to be left in the back. I am the Numebr 4 seed Lia... That means if you want to get to the World Title... Then you'll have to go through me... And I'm here to prove that no women beats Draven...
Lia runs at Draven who ducks her right hand and presses her up into the air! She fights to get down but Draven is too strong... He smashes her against 3 sides of the cage... Ending with a run that launches her into the cold metal... She falls to the mat bleeding from the head as EMT's and officials flood the ring!
DM: THAT WAS SICK!
JG: TELL ME HE NEVER DAMAGED THE PUPPIES!
DM: SHUT UP YOU SICK ASS HOLE!
Draven leaves the cage with the sick smile on his face, he makes his way up the ramp next to Johnny Dinucci... We fade to black with the picture of the bloody and beaten Liana lying in the ring...