WEDNESDAY,
JULY 21, 2004 PPW Mutilation kicks off with Superstar hitting and pyro exploding. The crowds go wild as the music plays and explosions occur. DM: WELCOME EVERYONE TO PPW MUTILATION! WE HAVE A NEW PPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IN THE DARK LOTUS AND IN TONIGHTS MAIN EVENT HE TAKES ON WOLF" Before Jimm Grande even speaks, the lights in the arena dim as a close up picture of the PPW title appears on the Purepain tron. A voice is heard in a soft whispering tone, saying He's Coming. At this point the title begins 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 wearing a silver Adidas wind suit, the type with the button up pant legs, as he steps out 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 each 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 steps down from the last rope and calls for a microphone. Once he has the microphone in hand he stands silently waiting for the loud boos to clear the air. Once they have been silenced to his liking he clears his throat and with a confident smirk begins to address the crowd. TC: Now I know you people are probably wondering why I am out here starting off this weeks show. I am here because I know that many of you most likely purchased your tickets for this program months in advance. I know that you probably had to walk twenty plus miles in waist deep snow, up hill, and barefoot to get to the nearest ticket booth only to wait in line for 72 hours with the Canadian slob in front of you passing gas once ever five seconds. Once you were able to catch your breath and finally got up to the window you overpaid, and believe me when I say Overpaid, and you get stuck sitting in the nose bleed section to watch a card full of wrestlers that I wouldn't hire to spit shine my shoes. My main purpose here is to make an appearance so you hosers can feel that you got your moneys worth. I am going above and beyond the call of duty here, I just thought you deserved to see a true athlete, god knows Canada rarely sees one of those. At this point various articles from the concession booth begin getting tossed towards the ring area. Tre tries to continue speaking, but can't be heard for the loud asshole chants and boos blowing the top off the arena. As Tre side steps a large cup of soda that was right on target to hit him he smirks and begins speaking as he walks around the ring kicking the trash out onto the ringside area floor. TC: I swear you people are the most ungrateful sons of bitches I have ever came across in all my years of wrestling. I am out here doing each and every one of you a favor, I'm not even under contract here in PPW! Not to mention I would rather ride a 750 pound prostitute straight to hell than step foot in this god awful state. I know how you simpletons think, no I didn't make a mistake there I called Canada a state, I will be dead and gone before I consider this place to be an actual country. Oh and while I'm on the subject we will keep Pam Anderson but you should lock Celine Dion up in the worst prison you have over here for impersonating a musician. TC: Before you start throwing a little hissy fit like the Leafs just lost the Stanley Cup you should really take a close look at your program. Just think, the second I leave here tonight you will all be forced to watch yet another meaningless triple threat match by three men who couldn't jerk off a mule let alone wrestle. The longer I stay out here the longer each and every one of you can stay awake. Trust me the second match doesn't get any better, you have a man who lost to Jim Grande versus a man who has an arsenal of moves that most resemble a clowns act at a circus, you do know what a circus is don't you? Ok so lets assume that the first two matches of every card suck and the main event of the first hour is supposed to attract your interest. Look down at your programs one more time and try to explain to me how any man who associates himself with Adz is supposed to be taken seriously? While your at it you can also fill me in on why everyone thinks this Johnny Pyro is so great. The man showed great promise before he let a hang nail take him out of action a few weeks back, President Barnes tried to cover up for him by saying he was attacked, but in reality the clumsy dip shit probably walked head first into a door rather than open it. I know you think I got along with him when I offered to teach him the ways of a champion, but after a few hours of work it became evident that he has the attention span of an infant child. TC: The next match hosts the only person on the current PPW roster that even closely resembles an athlete and that is David Cullen. To bad he had to be put in a match against DGNR8. This man probably didn't win any spelling bees back in the day, I'm not even sure he can even grasp the concept of pronunciation. Its people like him that make the stereotypes for all wrestlers, believe it or not we are not all dumb you can't judge us by our worse specimen. After this you have two men fighting in a gimmick match because neither can win on raw skill. You have to look past the fact that Muerte sounds like something you just burped up after dinner and think to yourself that this is the last waste of time until the main event. TC: Now onto the main event, and looking at the participants it is hard to say that with a straight face. You look at this match and you see first hand that PPW went straight down the shitter since I left. Does anyone remember the fact that Dark Lotus lost to Krazy Kris on multiple occasions, if I'm not mistaken they were even fighting for a title earned in another federation. As if that wasn't bad enough didn't the cripple beat him at the first ever pay per view? This is the man you call your champion, a man who can pull off the dark image about as well as a monkey can fuck a football? By listening to this guy speak its obvious that him and Jesy worked out a deal where Jesy does the drugs and TDL loses the brain cells. Then you have Wolf, a man who I have heard great things about. I have watched him perform over the past few weeks and I must say I have really been impressed. Not by his in ring ability, but he can, I have saw it with my own two eyes, walk and chew gum at the same time. Enjoy the show I have a sudden urge to go eat some ham, oh that's right its called Canadian Bacon over here, just another reason for me to hate this state! With this being said, Tre tosses the microphone to the mat and after a few flips of the bird heads out of the ringside area. With the loud course of boos still being heard Tre walks through the backstage area and into the parking garage where he gets into his silver hummer. With a small chirp of the tires he drives out of sight. DM: Tough comments from the former PPW Champion... JG: I LOVE THAT EGO... But that could well be why he is the former champion Don! We fade to commercial before the first match. OPENING
MATCH DM: Up next supposidly was tonight's opener which was supposed to be a Triple Threat Match between the three new signings of Chris Byrd, Masta Disasta and The Corporate Victim but because of technical problems that match has been cancelled and the next match on the card between the returning James Spyder and The Onlooker ! This match promises to be… JG: Whatever Michaels, you always talk too much ! As I was saying I.. Michaels never gets to finish his statement as Grande gets cut off by what seems to be the chorus to "Vindicated" by Dashboard Confessional... "Vindicated, I Am Selfious, I Am Wrong... I Am Right, I Swear I'm Right, Swear I Knew It All Along-" The lights click off as a loud whoosh can be heard, and suddenly, just 5.8 seconds after they went out, the lights come back on to reveal The Onlooker slowly, mysteriously pacing the ring. DM: Too bad more of the guys on the roster don't do that to you. Grande never gets the chance to respond as he's once again interrupted, this time by the lights going down. The silence is suddenly broken by a strong and consistent drum beat that is accompanied by a deep bass line after ten seconds and a growing guitar chord beat after fifteen seconds. This all goes on as a video package starts to roll showing flowing blood, a Croquet mallet and numerous videos of violence on an epic scale. This continues solidly for over a minute until the guitar beat changes and "F*CKIN SUUUUUCKKK !!!" is yelled over the speakers, followed by the name "James Spyder" in dark red letters and a camera shot of Spyder's trademark warped smirk. Right as the face shot goes onto the screen Spyder walks out from backstage and glares down into the ring with his smirk on his face before slowly raising his Croquet Mallet overhead with one hand. As one of the hard and accentuated drum beats strike he raises the mallet into striking position with both hands and makes a hard downward swing with it, mocking a strike to the head. He holds it in the down position for a few seconds before letting his right arm drop and hang to the side lazily with the mallet swinging back and forth in his hand. He smirks darkly down at the ring for a few more seconds before slowly walking down to the ring, almost cantering or sauntering, occasionally slapping a fans hand or two on the way down. In the ring it's obvious that Spyder's cavalier entrance is irritating Onlooker, which Spyder is making it obvious that he knows by constantly looking at him and smirking. Spyder finally makes it to the ring and grabs the top rope, stepping over it easily and walking to center ring, pointing his mallet at Onlooker and smirking again. He walks to the corner and raises the mallet, laughing loudly as only Spyder can. He gets a mixed reaction as many are still not sure what to make of him. He suddenly lurches forward and almost falls out of the ring as Onlooker drills him in the back with a running Enziguri. DM: Onlooker is going for the quick start and you can't argue with his logic there, Spyder physically towers over him. JG: There aren't too many men that Spyder doesn't tower over Donnie. DM: True enough Grande, true enough. Onlooker got off to a quick start there and has continued it by backing Spyder into the corner and laying into him with a barrage of punches. True to Donovan's word Onlooker has Spyder in the corner and is hammering away at him with punch after punch. Spyder for his part is standing inertly, not covering up at all as blow after blow repeatedly find their mark on his face and body. Finally Onlooker gets irritated at this and rears back, letting fly with an open hand slap that loudly catches Spyder stiffly across the jaw. Spyders head snaps to the left, moving with the strike but it doesn't snap back. Instead Spyder lifts his hand to his jaw, smiles and slowly turns back to stare down at Onlooker before mouthing the word "bitch" at him with a smirk. Onlooker glares at him from behind his mask and backs up a couple of steps and then calmly proceeds to treat Spyder the ol high sign. DM: We've sure gotten off to a hot start here. Either they both want to impress badly or they, for whatever reason, genuinely just don't like one another. JG: I don't think Spyder likes anyone Donnie. DM: I can think of one or two, but that is definitely a very short list Bomb. Spyder saunters back out to center ring and smiles down at Onlooker before placing his hand on Onlookers face and pushing him backwards with it. Onlooker stumbles backwards and catches himself before leaping forward with unexpected speed and catching Spyder off guard with a stiff clothesline that staggers Spyder a little bit. Onlooker doesn't waste any time as he immediately springboards off of the top rope and grabs Spyder around the neck, taking him down with a hard spike tornado DDT. He immediately follows up by pulling Spyder to his feet and wrapping his arm around Spyder's neck, leaping up and slamming him face first into the mat with an unusual looking bulldog. It's unusual because it lands on a square lump on the apron and makes an odd sound as Spyder's head bounces off of it. Spyder flops over onto his back with a quizzical look on his face, not one of pain or even irritation, just curiosity. The referee runs over and yanks the apron up, exposing a toaster. He pulls it up with a dumbfounded look on his face and turns on Onlooker with it in his hands, forcefully inquiring as to whether or not Onlooker placed it there. Onlooker of course plays dumb and shakes his head repeatedly in the negative. DM: A toaster ? Where the hell did that come from ?? JG: That's almost a play out of Spyder's weird bag of tricks… Spyder stands up and stares at the two arguing men and cocks his head to the side with an amused look before slowly lifting his hands and applauding the trick. The other two men slowly turn their heads, Onlooker looking surprised at Spyder's reaction. The referee just shakes his head at Spyder and tosses the toaster away where it is taken by a ring attendant and ran to the back. Onlooker stares at Spyder who just shrugs at him before dropping his hands. Onlooker walks up to him, rears back and slaps him again. This time the loud crack is immediately followed by a second one as Spyder whacks him back almost instantaneously. The only problem for Onlooker is that while his did almost nothing to Spyder, the slap he receives in return almost takes him out of his socks. Spyder again follows it up with the word "bitch", only this time he yells it in Onlooker's face. DM: Jesus….he almost slapped the skin off of Onlooker's face !! JG: How can ya tell…he's wearing a mask. DM: Shut up Grande. Spyder doesn't allow Onlooker to go on the offensive again as he walks up to him and immediately boxes his ears, almost sending Onlooker to his knees. Spyder grabs him, thrusting him into a powerbomb position before hoisting him high up, holding him for a few seconds and then splattering him into the mat like a bug with a vicious crucifix powerbomb. He peels Onlooker off of the mat and drills him with a short arm lariat and then tosses him overhead with a release German suplex. Spyder wastes no time in following up, grabbing him in a double underhook and slamming him down with a vile double underhook brainbuster that he follows up with another lariat and a fall away slam that leaves Onlooker on the mat in a heap. DM: That didn't take long. Spyder backs up into the corner and crouches, which still makes him look huge compared to most. As Onlooker stands up he staggers into center ring, eventually turning away from Spyder, who explodes out of the corner and slams Onlooker in the spine with a harsh gore with all the gentleness of a fully loaded freight train. The move almost breaks Onlooker in half and allows Spyder to grab him around the waist and pull him up onto the top rope where he laughs insanely. DM: Here it comes Grande…the end is here !! JG: I think you mean "near", but that's close enough. Spyder leaps off of the top turnbuckle and plants Onlooker face first into the mat with the Spyders Bite, sending him into a merciful oblivion. Spyder then flips him over easily. 1... 2... 3! JAMES SPYDER GETS THE WIN! WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - James Spyder Spyder gets to his feet surveying the scene around him... The crowds scream his name as we fade to commercial. We head backstage where Quentin Barnes is sat in his office. He looks intense and is rubbing his chin, a series of matches are written out on a pad but scratched through as he searches for the right one... QB: Ladies and gentlemen... An announcement... I've thought long and hard about the most entertaining match I could possibley make... and I've found it! Next week, the Main Event on Mutilation will be... The Dark Lotus Teaming up with Wolf against Muerte and Myth... Ha ha! 4 Rivals forced into 1 match... But I think Myth and Muerte have a huge mountain to climb... The World Champ and the No. 1 Contender??? Good luck boys... DM: MY GOD! THAT'S A DEATH SENTENCE FOR MYTH AND MUERTE! THEIR OPPONENTS ARE HUGE! The intensity drops from Barnes' face... He shakes his head and looks down at the match written on the pad... QB: What the f... Cameraman: *Whispers* Mr. Barnes... You're still on... the announcement you just made... QB: Oh yeah... Um... Yeah, so just to even this vicious match up a little... I've decided that Myth as the Bloodgames Champion may pick the Stipulation for the match next week... Something highflying and fast paced I would suggest... Good luck to all of you! Barnes slams the pen into the pad and scrawls the match out as we fade to black. MATCH 2 The lights go out as "Sober" by Tool begins to play. There's an explosion on the ramp and the ramp fills with fog as the lights flash and DGNR8 steps out of the fog wearing a black trenchcoat. DGNR8 stands outside the fog and looks at the crowd. He walks down the ramp and he slides into the ring and he jumps on a turnbuckle and raises his arm and acknlowledges the fans by holding up the "Devil Horns" sign. He then jumps on another turnbuckle and does the same. DGNR8 jumps down and takes off his coat and gets ready for the match. DM: Well DGNR8 is ready for this one, Bomb, but can he overcome David Cullen? JG: Did you just say can he come over David Cullen?!?! Dude that's sick...really sick... DM: I don't know why I try with you, I really don't... The arena goes deathly quiet and dark as a dramatic, almost divine tone fills the arena. After about fifteen seconds the sound is replaced by a low bass line that continues for about another twenty seconds until the drums and guitar line start, slowly at first and then slowly gaining in speed. This continues until the 1:15 mark when the main guitar line starts, accompanying the drums and the beginning of the video package. As the guitar slowly speeds up it hits its final slow note to a shot of Cullen drilling someone with “The Hangover” and the phrase “Understand This” comes across the screen right after it. With each chord ending it shows Cullen hitting a move on someone. At the 1:44 mark the lyrics start and Cullen walks out from behind the curtain, glaring out over the crowd and slowly raising his hands over his head and pointing with his pointer fingers down towards his shirt. On the front of his sleeveless, white t-shirt it shows an Irish flag and above it in large, block red and green letters it says “Dirk Hammer”. Below the flag it reads; “1969-1997”. Cullen stands pointing at it for a few seconds before dropping his arms and walking, almost stalking, down the ramp. As he gets to the end of the ramp he stops again and glares up at the ring before slowly, almost reverently, pulling his shirt off, folding it up and touching his forehead to it. He lowers the shirt and hands it to the timekeeper and then walks up, hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring. DM: We're ready to rock... Without hesitation Cullen goes over to DGNR8 and throws a right hand, which makes DGNR8 stagger back. DGNR8 throws one back, and the two men get into a fist fight. Cullen throws a shot to the stomach and then knocks DGNR8 down with a right hook. Cullen gets on top of DGNR8 and connects with a number of hard right hands. Cullen pulls the woozy DGNR8 up and swings him to the ropes, but DGNR8 comes off with a drop kick. Cullen uses DGNR8’s own momentum to roll over with him ending up in a pinning predicament… One… JG: No chance this early on... Two…but DGNR8 kicks out. Both man stand up and Cullen drives a knee into DGNR8’s midsection, then he delivers a snap suplex and floats over for another cover… One… Two… But DGNR8 gets a shoulder up. JG: Cullen's going for a few early covers here, Michaels...maybe's he's scared of DGNR8! DM: Yeah...maybe...
One… Two… Kick out! Both men stand up once again and Cullen rushes with a running clothesline. DGNR8 drop toe holds him instead and briefly applies an STO, but Cullen reaches the ropes. DGNR8 lets go of Cullen but stands up and lays the boots to him. Cullen makes it to his feet despite the kicks and DGNR8 rakes his eyes, temporarily blinding him. DGNR8 kicks him in the stomach and then delivers a double underhook suplex. DM: DGNR8 really applying some pressure to Cullen here, Bomb... DGNR8 Irish whips Cullen into a corner and lopes closely behind him, splashing him just a fraction of a second after Cullen crashes into the turnbuckle. DGNR8 repeatedly open hand chops him in the chest, which goes red almost instantly. Then he Irish whips him to the opposite turnbuckle, again DGNR8 runs after him, but thi s time Cullen raises his feet and DGNR8 smashes into them face first. DGNR8 staggers back, holding his nose and mouth. Cullen walks after him and turns him around, nailing him with a sit out jay breaker. He goes down and hooks the near leg… One… Two… But DGNR8 just gets a shoulder off the ground. Cullen pulls DGNR8 up by his long hair but again DGNR8 rakes his eyes. DGNR8 takes the advantage and drives David's head into the canvas with a DDT. DGNR8 hooks both legs…
JG: He could have him here! Thre..but Cullen gets a shoulder up. DGNR8 gets upset, he punches Cullen in the head a few times before climbing a turnbuckle. DGNR8 erects
himself on the top rope, he flies off, looking for a Senton Bomb,
but Cullen rolls out of the way and DGNR8 crashes back first
against the mat. Cullen stands up and drops two consecutive
elbows to the small of DGNR8’s back. Then he picks him up
and elevates him over his shoulders in a torture rack position.
He starts jumping up and down while pulling on DGNR8’s chin
with one arm and legs with the other arm. DM: I think DGNR8 can only hold on slightly longer, Bomb... JG: Yup, I agree whole-heartedly, Michaels... Cullen grabs DGNR8 by the neck and issues a swift Diamond Cutter, knocking his opponent down to the mat! DM: THE HANGOVER!!! Cullen then hooks the leg... One... Two... Three!!! It's over!!! WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - David Cullen DM: Great win for David Cullen! He goes through to a match with Sledgehammer at the Pay-Per-View for the All State Title! We fade to
commercial with David Cullen looking up the ramp at the entrance,
taking in his win. Pyro knocks on the door of President Barnes' office door backstage QB: Just a minute!! Pyro can't be bothered to wait however, and opens the door to see Barnes… sitting at his desk… doing absolutely nothing… QB: I SAID JUST A MINUTE!! JP: But… you're not doing anything… QB: …And? JP: … QB: … JP: …ANYWAY… isn't it about time you told me my attacker? QB: Ah yes, but at what price? JP: Price? I ain't fawking paying you… I think you owe it to me for not taking it out of PPW's insurance! QB: Very well, but I don't expect you to believe me… After all, I hear you have nothing but respect for Wolf after your match a few weeks back JP: Yeah I do, what's that got to do with anything?! Barnes just stares blankly at Pyro, who stares equally as blankly back… Finally Pyro seems to get what Barnes is implying and Pyro looks shocked JP: And how can I trust you?! QB: If you can't trust me now… Then you never will… Fade to commercial as Pyro ponders the information. DM: Well Jim, this should certainly be an interesting match, as we see L.J. Mensah's left hand being tied behind his back JG: Yeah, Pyro gave him the choice of WHICH hand… How kind… DM: C'mon Jim, you can see he isn't feeling particularly, well, he's moving gingerly… He seems to be in obvious pain from his neck, and his eye has still got some slight bruising around it… MATCH
3 L.J. Mensah waits in the ring as "Fire" by Alice Cooper hits as the top of the ramp explodes in fire, with the ramp being lined in fire. As the fire at the top of the ramp dies down, Johnny Pyro steps out onto the ramp, the hood of his hoody over his head. He struts cockily down the ramp and rolls into the ring. Pyro moves around the ring, circling LJ who stands in the centre, following Pyro with his eyes. Pyro goes for Mensah's legs, but Mensah kicks Pyro in the chest, sending him back onto his ass. Mensah goes after Pyro, but he forward rolls out the way and stands to applause from the crowd, anger from Mensah and pain from his neck. Pyro goes up to Mensah and starts trash talking him as Mensah goes for his 'iron punch' on Pyro. Pyro dodges it and taunts LJ to try again. He does, and Pyro ducks it. LJ goes for a third and Pyro hops backwards out of the way and starts doing the Ali shuffle with his feet to much appreciation from the fans DM: Haha, Pyro is always one to please the fans JG: And where does that get people, Don? DM: Well, it gets them to the top of the ladder if they can wrestle as well JG: No it doesn't!! Was William Stone a crowd pleaser? NO! Did Tre Crawford do dances for the crowd? NO! Was Verefai Omega a baby kissing, hand-shaking champ? NO! And is The Dark Lotus a fan favourite with anyone who isn't gothic? NO! DM: You're entitled to your opinion, Jim, but you're wrong LJ gets angry at Pyro showboating so grabs him round the back of the neck and sends him into the turnbuckles. Pyro yells in pain and holds his neck as Mensah sends a knee to the gut of Pyro, doubling him over. Mensah then grabs Pyro under his left arm with his only free arm and attempts a suplex-like move DM: I'm not sure what that was meant to be, but he ended up throwing Pyro half way across the ring!! JG: Well I'm not surprised, he's freaking huge!! Adz wheels himself down the ramp and shouts encouragement to Mensah, who seemingly ignores his own manager. Pyro gets to his knees holding onto the middle rope with his left hand and after holding his back with his right hand, goes back to the back of his neck, looking on at Mensah with slight shock JG: He's lost this match! DM: Not quite, I didn't hear a 3 count JG: For lack of better words, Don… *beep* you Pyro slowly gets to his feet and thinks about locking up with Mensah, then realises he only has one arm, so backs off and dropkicks Mensah in the left knee. LJ goes down to his knees as Pyro bounces into the ropes and dropkicks Mensah in the face. Pyro goes for a cover, but at 1, LJ powers Pyro off, even with one arm. Pyro gets to his feet and rushes at Mensah who is on one knee, but LJ wraps his huge hand around the throat of Pyro and gets to his feet. He goes to lift Pyro for a one armed chokeslam, but Pyro kicks LJ in the left knee until he lets go of the chokehold. Pyro rushes into and bounces off the ropes, ducks a Mensah clothesline and on the rebound nails a spear! DM: BIG SPEAR! This could be all!! Pyro hooks the leg 1… 2… kick out by Mensah. Pyro slaps the mat in frustration and applies a single leg crab to Mensah JG: You know, as much as I don't like Pyro, this is clever. He kept kicking the left knee of Mensah to bring him down, now he's applying huge amounts of pressure to that specific joint Mensah gets near the ropes, so Pyro lets go and sends an elbow to the back of Mensah's head. Pyro stands up waiting for Mensah to get to his feet, too. Pyro goes to the top rope and as Mensah turns around, he goes for a missile dropkick, but LJ falls to the ground, allowing Pyro to crash to the mat and hold at his neck immediately. The referee checks on Pyro as Adz tells Mensah to pick him up and punch him. Mensah goes over to Pyro and lifts him up DM: Looks like he could be going for that 'iron punch' once again… He lifts Pyro's head up with his chin, looks at his own fist, and nails Pyro on the side of the jaw with such force, that not only does his head snap to the right, but it sends Pyro hurtling out of the ring!! JG: WHAT A PUNCH!!! HOLY CRAP!!! DM: The referee warning Mensah as that is an illegal punch, but, Jesus Mary and Joseph…. WHAT a punch! As the ref gets to the count of 8, Pyro manages to slide into the ring. Mensah picks him off the ground and sends a kick to the mid-section and puts him between his legs, looking for a one armed powerbomb. He lifts Pyro up, but Pyro struggles free and as Mensah turns around, Pyro kicks him in the gut, and goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but follows through with a DDT!!! DM: DISCO OF FIRE!! All Pyro has to do now is cover him for the win!! JG: What is Adz doing? Mensah had landed near where Adz was on the outside, and Adz began to loosen the rope that tied Mensah's left hand. As Mensah gets dragged to his feet by Pyro, he doesn't realise this and instinctively begins throwing lefts and rights to the stomach of Pyro. The referee notices the use of two arms and calls for the bell. DM: Well, I think Pyro's just won by Disqualification, but that ain't stopping these two!! JG: RIP EACH OTHER APART!! DM: I think you'll find Pyro is unleashing some anger as to his attack a few weeks back!! Mensah goes for the knockout punch again, but Pyro ducks it, and nails another Disco Of Fire!! The crowd go nuts as "Fire" by Alice Cooper plays and Pyro heads out of the ring. Pyro stops on the apron though, and sees Mensah laying on his back in the middle of the ring. He smiles slightly as he heads to the top rope and leaps off, nailing Mensah with a perfect guillotine leg drop!!! DM: BURN IN HELL!! BURN IN HELL!! JG: Jesus Don, what did Mensah ever do to you?! DM: No Jim, that's the name of Pyro's aerial finisher!! 1... 2... 3! PYRO WINS! WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – Johnny Pyro DM: What a victory for the returning Johnny Pyro! Pyro gets to his feet and heads to the back without any celebration leaving Mensah on the mat in the ring as we fade to a commercial.! Pyro is talking to PPW’s janitor about Brazilian coffee, until Pyro jumps out of shock, dropping his coffee on the floor, to which the Janitor immediately begins to clean up. The reason he jumped? He heard a voice… Voice: Hey Johnny… Pyro: FAWK!!! Onlooky, do you really, REALLY have to sneak up on me? Onlooker: I wouldn’t be a very good onlooker if I made my presence available all the time… Look… I know who attacked you Pyro: Really?! Onlooker: No, I thought it’d be funny to mess with your mind, OF COURSE I KNOW WHO! Pyro: So, wanna tell me? Onlooker: It was Wolf Pyro: Weird, two people have said that now… What proof do you have? Onlooker: I saw him club you down with a blunt object and leave you for dead Pyro: And you didn’t fawking help me?!?! Onlooker: I’m the Onlooker… I onlook…. I’m not an enforcer… Pyro turns around to pick up his coffee cup that the janitor left. He turns back round and Onlooker is gone... We fade to commercial. DM: Well hopefully this next match can follow the last one, Bomb... JG: You stupid Michaels...it IS followin' the last one...! DM: How do you not fall down more? Jim Grande looks at Donovan Michaels puzzlingly. MATCH 4 Pop That Booty hits as Big T makes his way out to the ring. He walks in an arrogant and cocky style. The fans constantly boo the big Italian on his debut. DM: A huge ovation for Big T there Jim... although not the one he would have liked! JG: It would appear so... but this guy's no match for Muerte...I predict a win for the deadman... Lights in the arena begin to flicker on and off. After a couple of seconds the lights dim and darkness fills the arena. Then with an explosion at the top of the ramp a green mist fog rolls into the arena and as the opening chords of "bodies" hits, Muerte makes his way to the ring. The crowds go wild for a seemingly popular superstar! DM: This was something I didn't expect... JG: Me either, it seems Muerte's hardwork is getting results... DM: Well that's your opinion, and for once its a good one... JG: Asshole... DM: What was that? JG: Nothing, nothing... DM: Ok folks, it's time for this "Hardcore Rules" match-up to get underway! JG: I don't see any weapons there, Big T! The bell sounds, and the Hardcore Rules match begins. The 2 men cirlce the ring, staring each other down, trying to focus themselves completely. Muerte approaches Big T, and the 2 men tie-up. Muerte snaps Big T into a Headlock, but Big T then pushes Muerte into the ropes. On the bounce-back, Big T hits Muerte with a Sidewalk Slam, taking Muerte down. DM: Early move there by Big T, showing Muerte that he will not be intimidated by him... JG: What are you talkin' about? It was a Sidewalk Slam, not a God damn Stone Cold Stunner! It was a lame move...powerless... DM: Well anyhow, Muerte is down... Muerte bounces right back up though, and brushes off his shoulders, as if to say the move was ineffective. The 2 men once again tie-up, and again Muerte is Irish Whipped by Big T. Big T attempts a Belly-to-Belly suplex, but Muerte ducks and counteracts this by hitting Big T with a Superkick! JG: Wow! Great shot there by Muerte! Muerte holds his arms up to the crowd, who pop. Big T stays down considerably longer than expected. Muerte then approaches him, but Big T hits a Low Blow on Muerte! DM: Dirty tactics comin' out now! But this is "Hardcore Rules" so technically, anything goes! The PPW newcomer gets back to his feet, and follows up by picking Muerte up and nailing a Pasta-La-Vista! DM: Oh my God! That's a great move for such an early moment in the match! JG: Yeah, maybe too early! I think Big T's gettin' ahead of himself a little bit here... DM: Even so, a fantastic early hit by the newbie... Big T then goes for a cover on Muerte, but the referee barely counts 1 before Muerte is kicking out. JG: Bit of an insult to Muerte there in my opinion... Big T continues his advantageous spell by hitting Muerte with a Suplex. While the Bloodgames Title No. 1 Contender is down, Big T hits an elbow drop! DM: Great manoeuvre! The debutante then rolls out of the ring, and begins to rummage underneath the ring. DM: And here come the weapons!!! JG: Dammit! GET UP Muerte!!! Big T re-emerges from under the ring with a trash can. He stands the trash can upright, then delves back under the ring. This time, he comes out with a baseball bat, a fire extinguisher, and a Sledgehammer! DM: My God...there's a Sledge under there! Big T then puts all of these weapons into the trash can, then lifts them into the ring. As they land firmly on the ring canvas, Muerte gets back to his feet, and hits Big T with a Baseball Slide! This prevents Big T from getting back into the ring, so Muerte takes advantage by grabbing the fire extinguisher from out of the trash can. He then exits the ring, and goes towards Big T. As Big T gets back to his feet, Muerte sprays him in the face with the extinguisher, temporarily blinding Big T! JG: WOOOOO!!! Hardcore rules, baby!!! Muerte then lifts the fire extinguisher above his head, and sends it crashing down onto Big T's skull! DM: What a connection by Muerte! Big T hits the floor on the outside, and Muerte drops the extinguisher. He then reaches underneath the ring, and pulls out a trash can lid. He beats Big T down with this, until it is all bent out of shape. Muerte then throws the lid into the crowd, before submerging himself under the ring apron again. JG: This is so exciting...what weapon will Muerte pull out next?! DM: Uh-oh... JG: What?! DM: Look who made an appearance... Jim Grande looks back at the match, and sees Muerte clutching a barbed wire 2x4! JG: Oh shit... Muerte gets a sadistic, almost tantric look on his face, as he holds the weapon aloft. The fans are torn - half of them boo for Muerte, but the other half are cheering for the barbed wire 2x4! DM: The wood's gettin' a bigger reception than the superstar here! Muerte lowers the wood back down, and then readies himself for Big T. As Big T gets back to his feet, he is met across the face with a barbed wire-covered plank of wood! Big T then falls, in slow-motion, to the ground. JG: I can't believe it! Big T just got levelled with the barbed wire plank, but he isn't busted open! Is he, like, Leatherface or somethin'? Muerte also sees this fact, and so he picks Big T up for another hit. But as he swings the wood behind his head, kind of like one would with a baseball bat, Big T gets in a kick to Muerte's stomach, causing Muerte to stall a little. Then Big T generates enough time to get a Suplex in on Muerte, causing him to (obviously) drop the weapon. DM: Great counter-attacking move by Big T! He's just saved himself from gettin' cut wide open! Big T then launches Muerte back into the ring, and makes sure to take the barbed wire wood with him. He picks up Muerte, and issues a DDT. Then, while Muerte is down, Big T empties the contents of the trash can all over the ring floor. He then turns the trash can upside-down, and picks up Muerte. He Irish Whips Muerte into the ropes, and on the retunr, hits a Drop Toe Hold - Muerte's face crashes straight into the trash can, causing him to bleed from the forehead! DM: And it's in fact Muerte that gets busted open! What a great Drop Toe Hold by Big T!!! Muerte's blood drips onto the PPW mat. Big T sees this, and gets a smirk across his lips. He then picks up the Muerte, and holds it above his head. As Muerte rolls onto his front, Big T hits him with the Muerte - right across the kidneys! DM: Wow! Devastating blow delivered there by Big T! Big T then goes for a cover on Muerte... 1....2....NO! Somehow Muerte manages to lift one of those wounded shoulders! The match continues, and Big T goes for another Pasta-La-Vista. DM: I'm very impressed by Big T, Bomb. He is, by nature, a big man, but he's adapted very well to this match, and particularly to Muerte's style fo fighting! JG: Yeah he has, and he's done some real damage to Muerte too! He could surprise us all here by picking up a victory! Big T lets fly but Muerte lands on his feet, nailing a Tornado DDT on the trashcan! DM: Holy crap! Big T just landed on the trash can! Muerte nailed teh DDT! JG: This match just got interesting again! Both men are down in the ring, neither one moving very much. It is in fact Muerte who begins to move first, as he slowly crawls over to Big T's carcass. He goes for the cover... 1.....2.....shoulder up by Big T at the last second! DM: 2-count only there! Muerte is too spaced out to get frustrated at the kick-out. Instead, he clambers back to his vertical base, and grabs for the ropes. He uses the ropes to get him out of the ring, as he makes his way over to the announcers table. DM: Wait he's comin' over here... Muerte picks up Donovan Michaels, and swipes the chair that he was sitting on! JG: (Laughing out loud) Ah, Michaels, whatcha gonna do now?! DM: Looks like I'll have to stand! There were plenty of other chairs to take...why not the ring announcer - it's usually him! Muerte folds the chair up and turns to face the ring. But out of nowhere, Big T lands on him from the apron! DM: Great high-risk manoeuvre by Big T! Both men are down again! Big T gets back up, and Whips Muerte on to the announce table. JG: Oh no...this is bad...there's NEVER a time when this damn table doesn't get smashed up in these types of situations... Big T stands over Muerte's body on the table, and then climbs slightly higher, on to the barrier that guards the crowds. He then jumps off and crashes into Muerte with an elbow drop! Both bodies prove too much weight for the table, and it collapses, sending Muerte, with Big T on top, to the ground once again! DM: My God, they're down again! Who will win this match, nobody knows! Big T, having had Muerte to break his fall, is the first man up, and he picks Muerte up and tosses him back into the ring. He then grabs a hold of the steel chair that Muerte was previously acquiring. He too gets in to the ring. Big T approaches Muerte's fallen body, and delivers punches into Muerte's bloody, weeping forehead. He then picks up Muerte and attempts a Suplex, but Muerte revereses it onto a Stalling Suplex of his own! Muerte then kicks the chair towards the corner by the turnbuckle, then Irish Whips Big T into the same corner. Muerte nails a kick to his opponents stomch before hitting an elevated DDT on the chair! DM: The Red Masque!!! Muerte got the Trademark into the steel chair! JG: YES!!! This one's over!!! Muerte climbs to the top rope and dives off with Suicidal Tendencies... 1.....2.....3!!! JG: He did it! Muerte's won the match!!! THE WINNER OF THE MATCH VIA PINFALL - Muerte DM: What a thrilling "Hardcore Rules" match this one was! Anybody could have won this one it was so close! JG: He won the warm up match for his match at the PPV! The crowd love this guy! We fade to commercial as crew run to ringside to rebuild the announcers table! The scene cuts to the backstage area, more specifically the joint office of PPW co-owners Johnny Dinucci and Quentin Barnes. The 2 fed heads are sat at the respective desks, lulling over paperwork relating to PPW merchandise, sales figures, and more importantly, the trail of "Who Assaulted Johnny Pyro?" JD: I was almost certain that Bomb had something to do with it y'know...I know how his minds works...in fact he's pretty much like me... QB: You mean how you USED to be, right? JD: Yeah...right... Dinucci begins to ruffle his papers, before pushing them to one side. JD: I'll be honest with you though. I didn't like his tone last week - that's not the way to speak to your boss, no respect at all... QB: You used to speak to me like that... JD: Yeah but I hated you, that was different... QB: How is that different? From Grande's point of view, you've abandoned his trust and his faith in you by placing your trust and faith in me. He and I have never seen eye-to-eye...don't you remember his looooooong monologue a couple of months ago, rabbiting on and on about the "old days" in XWF? The guy hates me...he hates me more than you did maybe... JD: I doubt it... Barnes suddenly snaps up his head in Dinucci's direction, awaiting a retaliation from JD... JD: But yeah, maybe he does... Close call for C.E.O. Dinucci. QB: So understand his side of things...the one person he can trust in this world is now in allegiance with the one person he loathes more than any other - how must that make him feel? He has every right to hate you... Dinucci thinks for a second. JD: Fuck that, I want his ass in a match! Quentin Barnes sighs in disbelief, then responds to the childish quip by JD. QB: What? A match? Get real Johnny. Grande is retired, and has been for a long time... JD: So?! I wanna see him punished for the way he spoke to me last week...where's Crawford, he'll fight him, he's free tonight... QB: Forget Pyro, Johnny...there won't be a match for Jim Grande in this arena tonight...against anybody at all... Johnny looks at Barnes in an all-too-familiar way. QB: You know who you're acting like now? JD: Who? QB: You...the OLD you, the Johnny Dinucci that bought this company just to spite me. The Johnny Dinucci that once ruled this federation with the best stars in the business, as Team Dinucci...but those days, Johnny, are over. No more Tre Crawford's...no more Dark Lotus'...no more William Stone's...and no more Johnny Dinucci the ASSHOLE!!! This hits a raw nerve with Dinucci, but he cowers in defeat. JD: Fine, fuck it, no match for Grande. Not tonight, not ever. I just wish he understood why I did what I did. It's for the good of the company. Maybe he just doesn't see that. Barnes approaches Dinucci's desk and sits on it, facing Dinucci who is rocking in his chair. QB: Oh he sees it alright...he just wishes he didn't...that way, you and him would be best friends again, and you and me would hate each other... Dinucci looks up at Barnes... JD: I do hate you...cock... The 2 men laugh as the camera fades out. DM: Are you ok Bomb?! JG: I don't know what makes me feel more sick to my stomach... Dinucci's attitude towards me... Or Barnes fighting my corner... Mark my words Donovan... I'll get 'em... BOTH of 'em... DM: I have a great feeling about this Main Event, Jim...I think we're about to see an awesome match-up! JG: Finally a Main Event that I can relate to, Michaels. Wolf and Lotus - 2 fantastic superstars, both worthy of their position and role in PPW! MAIN
EVENT A 5 second countdown appears on the PurePainTron. 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 huge explosion of blue fire comes out from the turnbuckles. He walks up the steel steps and into the ring, a determined look on his face, awaiting the arrival of his opponent, the PPW World champion, The Dark Lotus. DM: Look at the intensity on the face of Wolf…I bet he’s wishing this was a title match! JG: Nah, I don’t really think he cares about the gold, Michaels. I just think he wants to inflict some serious pain on The Dark Lotus. DM: Don’t forget folks, it was revealed earlier tonight by both President Quentin Barnes AND Johnny Pyro’s friend, The Onlooker, that Wolf was indeed the attacker of Pyro a couple of weeks ago on Mutilation. Could Johnny Pyro be a factor in tonight’s match? JG: Who knows, Pyro’s a whacko, he’s too unpredictable Don…good thing he’s got Tre Crawford to keep him in line! Wolf stands silently in the ring, staring a hole in the stage area. “Taste of Blood” by Dark Lotus thunders through the PA system as Lotus walks into the arena with all the lights turned off. The only light is that from the stairway, the sky boxes and the dim spotlight on Lotus. TDL walks to the ring, the PPW World Title draped over his shoulder, and steps over the top rope. As he does this the ring fills with smoke. DM: A very confident Dark Lotus here, ladies and gentlemen. JG: Damn right he’s confident! Lotus is the best in the business right now…well, except for Wolf… DM: So who’s your money on for this one? JG: Money? I don’t have any money on either of them…I do have money on the Knicks to win tonight though… Lotus removes the World Title from his shoulder, and kisses it before handing it over to referee Don Henman. As soon as the belt leaves the ring, Lotus darts towards Wolf, and hits him with a series of lefts and rights, almost knocking the big man off his feet! DM: WHOA! Great start by TDL, he’s on fire! Lotus then follows up his onslaught of punches with a DDT, sending Wolf’s head crashing into the canvas! Lotus then picks up Wolf, and tosses him into the corner. He then goes to the opposite corner and then charges at Wolf. But as Lotus goes for a devastating Big Boot to the face, Wolf manages to roll across his shoulders and back, and out of harm’s way. JG: Wolf came close to decapitation there, Donny boy! DM: Sure did! Great start to this match! Lotus sends his foot flying into the ring post, before clutching the injured limb and falling to the mat. Wolf takes this opportunity to capitalise, and hits Lotus with a German Suplex, and goes for the cover… 1… 2… kick-out by Lotus after the 2-count! Wolf then gets back to his feet, and tosses Lotus into the ropes, and hits a Spear on the rebound! DM: Wolf is starting to get the better of TDL now, Grande… JG: Yeah he is. Great execution of the Spear there – see the way he kept hold of Lotus after impact? That allows for extra pressure on Lotus’ back when he makes contact with the canvas. Donovan looks at Grande rather surprised at his play-by-play comment. Grande looks back at Michaels, rather proud of himself. JG: Yeah, see…didn’t know I was smart did ya? DM: You’re not, Jim… Grande then shrugs his shoulders in agreement. Meanwhile in the ring, Lotus is having trouble getting to his feet, whilst Wolf is lining up his next attack. As TDL eventually rises to his vertical stance, Wolf sends him crashing back down with a Spinning Heel Kick! Wolf then covers Lotus again… 1… 2… 3! No! Lotus managed to get the shoulder up in time! DM: Close call there! JG: Lotus nearly lost in record time! Wolf applies a T-Bone Suplex to Lotus, then attempts another cover… 1… 2… kick-out again by The Dark Lotus. DM: Wolf wants this match in a big way, Jim… JG: Obviously, ass munch…he’s fighting the Heavyweight champion of the World! Who WOULDN’T wanna win?! Wolf Irish Whips Lotus into the corner again, and then proceeds to climb, with TDL in-tow. DM: Uh-oh…what’s Wolf got planned? JG: I dunno, but it’s gonna hurt like hell! Wolf wraps Lotus’ arm around his neck, and gets ready for the Superplex off the top rope. But Lotus begins to fight back, with lefts and rights! JG: YES!!! Fight it Lotus, fight it! DM: Lotus now on the comeback trail! Lotus manages to cause Wolf to stall with the top-rope devastation, biding him enough time to push Wolf backwards to the mat! Lotus then perches himself on the top rope and waits for Wolf to get up. JG: Here it comes… And as Wolf DOES get up, he is sent right back down with a Flying Clothesline from the top rope! DM: Excellent aerial skills there by Lotus, an all-round champion! Lotus then thinks about covering Wolf, but hesitates. He then changes his mind, and goes for a Body Press Slam. Again he considers the cover, and again he decides against it. JG: He should have covered him right there, Michaels… DM: Yeah I agree Lotus instead picks up Wolf, and issues a furious Jacknife Powerbomb! He then goes for the cover… 1… 2… 3!!! It’s over! Lotus holds his arms up in victory, before referee Henman pushes them back down, and holds up 2 fingers to Lotus, indicating that Wolf got his shoulder up before the 3-count! JG: WHAT?! Damn you Henman, that was 3! DM: Obviously not, Jim. Lotu sis furious with Henman and raises his arm to him. As he brings his arm down, it is caught mid-flight by Wolf, who then hits TDL with a Yakuza Kick – full on in the face! DM: WHAT A SHOT BY WOLF!!! MY GOD!!! Wolf goes for the cover on Lotus… 1… 2… kick-out by Lotus in the knick of time! DM: An epic encounter between these 2! Pin attempts here, there and everywhere, both guys goin’ at it equally – a true classic! Wolf picks up Lotus again, and this time hits a Michinoku Driver, sending Lotus crashing to the mat. JG: Hang in there, Lotus! Wolf then Irish Whips TDL and hits another Spear – this one knocks Lotus through the ropes and to the outside! DM: I think Lotus may have been maimed, Bomb!!! Lotus lies motionless on the outside, while Wolf makes his way down the ring steps and over to his opponent’s wounded body. Wolf then positions the ring steps in a certain way, then picks up Lotus. DM: What’s he gonna do now? JG: He’s gonna get his ass disqualified that’s what he’s gonna do! DM: And the scary thing is – he doesn’t seem to care! Wolf lines up Lotus and the steps then positions TDL for a German Suplex, but Lotus locks his leg in between Wolf’s, blocking the move completely! He then performs a DDT, launching Wolf’s noggin into the floor! JG: Great counter move by Lotus – always thinkin’! DM: Lotus needs to put the action back into the ring if he’s to prevail in this match… JG: It’s non-title, Lotus can disqualify himself if he wants to! DM: Yeah, but you and I both know that TDL isn’t that kind of guy – he doesn’t shy away from a challenge, unlike some… Michaels looks at Grande. JG: HEY!!! I was a great champion in my day… DM: You were the biggest heel in Central America!!! JG: (proudly) Yeah I was…ah I miss the old days… DM: Jim… JG: Yeah? DM: Match…? JG: No thanks, Michaels, you’re no match for me, even now in my older years… DM: No you ass clown, THIS match…DO YOUR JOB!!! JG: Oh right…sorry… Lotus then picks up Wolf and tosses him under the bottom rope, back into the ring. Before Wolf even gets a chance to THINK about his recovery, Lotus hits him with a stunning Death Valley Driver, then goes for a quick cover… 1… 2… Last gasp kick-out by Wolf!!! Great integrity by the big man!!! JG: I can’t take any more of this…Wolf needs to just lay down…LAY DOWN BUTT WIPE!!! DM: …butt wipe? JG: At the time it seemed the right thing to say…in my head at least… Lotus then gets a little more serious. He picks up Wolf and tosses him into the ropes. On the exchange, Lotus hits a Big Boot. He then picks up Wolf again, and clutches him by the throat. DM: Here we go, this could seal it right here… Lotus then hits the Pits of Hell on Wolf – a devastating Chokeslam! JG: HE GOT IT!!! IT’S OVER!!! Lotus goes for the cover again… 1… 2… …but Wolf manages to lift a stray leg and land it onto the bottom rope! DM: NO!!! Wolf got the leg on the ropes! JG: Damn that animalistic, own-ass-lickin’, raw meat-eatin’, incestual wannabe-human!!! DM: James Grande!!! JG: Oh screw you, Michaels…I’m gonna grab me a beer… In a rather impromptu moment, Jim Grande leaves his position at ringside and tries to flag down a guy walking through the PPW crowds selling chilled beer. DM: Well ladies and gentleman, Jim Grande has left me here alone, and… Michaels is cut off by a loud thud. DM: …and has just been knocked unconscious by what appears to be a flying Budweiser can! The camera spins around to see Jim “The Bomb” Grande lying motionless about 50 yards from his ringside announce position, with an ice cold can of Bud next to him. Back in the ring, The Dark Lotus tries to hit another Pits of Hell, but as he grabs Wolf’s throat, Wolf hits a Low Blow, causing Lotus to hit the deck holding his crotch. DM: This match may be turning around again – now it’s Wolf who’s in control! Wolf then falls to one knee momentarily. Lotus is down and out, so Wolf has a little time to recuperate. DM: I think we need an EMT down here for Grande, I think he may be bleeding. The camera pans in on Grande again to see a small boy, around 8 or 9 years old, squirting ketchup on Grande from his hot dog. DM: Or maybe not… This wakes Grande, who quickly rises to his feet, before falling back down again. Wolf manages to get to his vertical base, and approaches Lotus. He picks up Lotus and goes for a Roundhouse Kick to the face. But TDL catches Wolf’s foot in mid-air, which forces Wolf into an Enziguri! Wolf then follows the Enziguri into a Hurricanrana, as Henman drops to make the count! 1… 2… quick kick-out by The Dark Lotus! DM: Great series of moves there by Wolf, he almost had Lotus’ number! Over by the announce table, Jim Grande has managed to crawl back to his seat, covered in tomato ketchup, and beerless. DM: Did you get your beer, Jim? JG: … DM: No? JG: Michaels, I…oh screw it… Wolf tries to go for a Wolflex, but Lotus counters it with a DDT! Lotus then goes for The Darkness – his Tombstone Piledriver finisher, but Wolf manages to reverse the hold, and turns it into a Powerbomb position. He then lifts Lotus above his head, and hits a Last Ride Powerbomb!!! DM: THE WOLF’S BITE!!! THE WOLF’S BITE!!! JG: Damn this – just when I thought things were gonna get better… Wolf then covers Lotus… 1… 2… 3!!! It’s all over! WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – Wolf DM: Wolf pulled off a great victory here folks, just when it looked like Lotus had it won! JG: I missed the end of the match, so I don’t know what happened! DM: A well deserved victory for Wolf there over the reigning World cha… Michaels is cut off by the sound of “Fire” by Alice Cooper as the crowd get to their feet for Johnny Pyro who is calmly walking down the ramp. DM: What the hell? Here comes Johnny Pyro… JG: Business is about to pick up, Michaels… He rolls into the ring and stands eye to eye with Wolf. Meanwhile, Lotus, now back to his feet, has got a mic and stands behind Wolf. As Lotus talks, neither Pyro nor Wolf lose eye contact with one another. Lotus: Johnny… I told you I’d bring your attacker to you… And here he is… Lotus pushes Wolf in the back towards Pyro, who Spears him down and begins nailing him with right hands! Wolf fights back as the two roll about the ring, punching away at each other. DM: MY GOD!!! PYRO AND WOLF ARE GOIN’ CRAZY HERE! SOMEBODY STOP THIS!!! They eventually roll OUT of the ring and begin fighting on the arena floor. The fight is so huge, security eventually come out to try and stop this commotion… JG: I don’t even think those security guys can stop Pyro from attacking Wolf! The security guards eventually separate the two, but Pyro breaks free and begins wailing fists on Wolf, who fights back, holding his ground. DM: Absolute pandemonium here folks, Johnny Pyro and Wolf are absolutely annihilating one another – this has gone too far! C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci and President Quentin Barnes come running out from the backstage area, trying to break the two up, but to no avail. Dinucci then starts calling to the backstage area. Suddenly, EVERY member of the PPW roster comes out to try and break this fracas up! JG: My God! Every guy in Pure Pain Wrestling came out here! The brawl continues, with nobody able to split up Pyro and Wolf. Pyro punches Myth, who tries to break up the fight. Jesy Blue then tries to separate the brawlers, but Wolf sees to it that he doesn’t. DM: This is absolute carnage! As all the PPW Superstars hold each other back, President barnes grabs the Microphone. QB: I'm not having this crap in my ring! You know, I said I'd book a match between the 2 of you but I can see that that can't happen! The crew start to boo Barnes' seeming cancelation of this huge match! QB: I can see just whats gunna happen... You 2 fight and fight and fight till you're pretty much dead then take 6 weeks off leaving PPW to rot behind you! That's bad for business... You have nothing in sight but the thoughts of destroying each other... We need a focus for this match, something that will take the focus off each other... In fact, not just something... but someone! You see, that person you'll have to focus on is the man Wolf defeated tonight... and that thing? Well at Aftermath... This triple threat match will be for the PPW Heavyweight Title! We slowly fade out to black as Johnny Dinucci stares at Quentin Barnes in disbelief... Wolf and Pyro still try to get at each other... DM: WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT! Tune in next week to find out whats gunna happen! FADE TO BLACK |