DM: I’d almost rather go sit in the back and wait this one out, especially after watching Harmony dismantle Shadow like that. On the heels of that, this match seems even more absurdly unfair. What the hell is Dinucci thinking booking this travesty? I don’t like Lightning one bit, but this is absurd. Sid could kill him and not think twice about it.

JG: He’d think twice about it.

DM: What? Are you kidding me? Sid wouldn’t give crippling Lightning a second thought!

JG: Yes he would, but only long enough to turn around and laugh at him as he’s writhing in agony. Sid is an artist of destruction…he would stop to admire his work and then move on.

DM: I wish you’d move on. Calling this show next to you is like having a serious medical procedure done without the benefit of anaesthetic. It’s intolerably slow, excruciatingly painful and there are doubts as to whether or not it’s actually necessary.

JG: I didn’t know you liked me so much.

DM: Idiot. Just sit there and shut it while both men come to the ring.

“Determined” by Mudvayne begins to cue up and the fans begin to boo immediately, although almost as many cheer as they are split evenly on who the detest more. After a few moments Sid comes strolling out onto the ramp with an obnoxious smirk on his face and a baseball bat in his hand. As he reaches the ramp the music slowly changes until Mudvayne is replaced with “Slaughtered” by Pantera. The heavy guitar riffs begin and the arena is immediately filled with booing from the fans. As Phil Anselmo from Pantera makes his first grunt, Sid Griffith steps onto the entrance ramp and begins walking down to the ring. Not a single fan can be seen approving Sid Griffith as he makes his way towards ringside. A child in the front row throws Griffith a thumbs down as he boos enthusiastically next to his father, doing the same with a grin on his face. Sid makes his way towards the child and grins as the kid continues to boo. Sid then turns his head and hocks a large spitball into the face of the little kid, who goes from booing to crying in mere seconds. The father, livid, attempts to swing at Sid, but is stopped quickly by security. In response, Sid laughs obnoxiously and sticks a middle finger in the father's face before turning on his heel and rolling into the ring, much to the disapproval of every single fan in attendance. He smiles as he circles the ring, loving the hatred being sent his way. He takes a mic and his music cuts out slowly.

DM: That obnoxious bastard. He did that just to mock Lightning!

JG: Of course he did! It’s called getting inside your opponent’s head. He’s getting the mental advantage over him by doing that.

DM: He doesn’t need any more advantage than the considerable physical one that he already has! He towers over Lightning and the power difference between them is frightening! If you add to that the fact that Sid is completely devoid of anything remotely resembling a conscience or morals then you have what could be considered the perfect killer! No wonder Dinucci likes him so much; they’re two loathsome birds of the same twisted feather!

JG: Ya know…that’s almost poetic Donnie. I didn’t know you had that in you.

DM: Stuff it Grande. That wasn’t a compliment and you know it.

The lights dim as the echo of thunder goes though out the arena. Suddenly a bolt of lightning hits the entrance and Mudvayne’s “Determined” picks up. A figure steps out wear lightning designed wrestling gear and you can hear some of the crowd start to cheer. He walks out to the end of the ramp and glares down at Sid; angry at the mockery and tapping his own bat in his left hand. Sid just stands in the ring smiling, swinging the bat back and forth in a lazy stroke as he watches Lightning. Lightning stands silently for a couple of moments before suddenly tearing down the ramp and sliding into the ring. He comes to his feet and goes to hit Sid only to be brought crashing to his knees by a baseball bat to the gut, drawing a deafening boo from the fans. Sid goes to raise the bat and bring it down on Lightning again. This time over his head, only to have the referee grab the end of it and try to yank it from his hands. Due to the wait difference between the two men Sid yanks the bat away from the referee, causing him to momentarily lose his balance. Sid takes advantage of the situation by pretending to lose his balance and accidentally elbows the official in the head, knocking him out cold. Sid sees this and a sick smile spreads across his face.

DM: Look at that disgusting son of a bitch! He’s actually proud of what he just did!

JG: He should be, now he can do whatever he wants to Lightning and there’s no one there to stop him.

DM: I don’t know how you sleep at night Grande! You’re horrible!

JG: Usually on my side after a double Scotch on the rocks…

DM: Ladies and gentlemen please disregard what my broadcast colleague just said. He’s an idiot.

Sid turns around and leans over the referee, checking to make sure that he’s completely out. He suddenly drops to one knee as a sickening crack rings through the arena. He turns his head in anger and is met with a baseball bat shot to the side of his head, knocking him onto his side. He rolls to his side and lies still with his eyes closed. Lightning stands over him with a satisfied smile on his face and then raises the bat over his head.

DM: I don’t know whether to cheer Lightning for almost braining that son of a bitch or despise him right now for taking a short cut!

JG: Despise him! He’s cheating!

DM: Give me a break you disgusting hypocrite! If that was Sid doing it to Lightning you’d be leaping up and down with joy like Michael Jackson at the Kid’s Choice Awards!

Grande momentarily goes completely mute and his jaw hits the announcer’s table so fast that it’s almost cartoonish. Donovan continues on like he didn’t say anything unusual, instead he just continues to look towards the ring and call the match. Inside the ring Lightning is repeatedly raising the bat and dropping it down onto the ribs of Sid Griffith, who’s huge body jerks up and then drops back to the canvas with each strike. Lightning hits him repeatedly, striking the much larger man at least ten times with the bat before disdainfully throwing it to the outside of the ring and raising his hands above his head. He’s met with a mixed reaction, although the boos are a great deal fewer than the cheers…which are louder and more plentiful than usual.

DM: My god…he just pounded the crap out of Sid…

JG: He should be arrested for assault! That was wrong! Mr. Dinucci will not…

DM: Will you shut the hell up Grande? You’re sickening! If that bat wasn’t so far away I’d pick it up and hit you with it!

JG: Donovan…such violence! What about the kids?

DM: You don’t care about the children Grande. Don’t try that with me! Just attempt for once to do your job in a way that somehow resembles impartiality…it would be an interesting change.

JG: I’m not paid to be impartial; I’m paid to be entertaining.

DM: And you planned on starting that when exactly?

JG: Haha, very funny!

DM: One of us should be once in a while.

Lightning bends over to pull Sid up off of the mat, only to realise that his three hundred and twenty-five pounds is nothing more than unmovable deadweight on the canvas. He tries in vain for a couple of more moments before resigning himself to the fact that he can’t lift the giant of a man and finally settles for rolling him over. He finally manages to do so, smiling as he sees that Sid is still out cold. Lightning stands up and then leaps up, flipping over in the air and landing stomach first across Sid’s stomach with a beautiful standing moonsault. He immediately pops to his feet and leaps up again, twisting and dropping his left leg across the throat of the larger man with a flipping leg drop. He finally stands up and points towards the turnbuckle, drawing a thunderous cheer from the fans. Lightning hesitates for just a split second, not sure of how to react to the sound…but this moment of confusion passes quickly and he immediately walks over to the corner and leaps from the mat to the turnbuckle so that he’s facing the prone form of Sid Griffith.

DM: Lightning looks like he’s going to try and put Sid away here!

JG: There’s no referee! He won’t be able to get the pin fall counted!

Lightning leaps off of the turnbuckle, twisting and doing one and a half full revolutions in mid air before he comes crashing down onto the body of Sid Griffith with a thunderous crash that causes the entire ring to shake violently. He immediately hooks the giant’s leg and starts slapping the mat with his free hand; the fans count along with him.

1…2…3…4…5…6…7…Lightning pops to his feet and looks around for the referee. As he does so Sid quietly sits up and smirks before rolling out of the ring silently and walking over to the timekeeper and throwing him to the floor. Sid folds up his chair and walks back over to the ring as Lightning tries to awaken the official.

DM: Sid’s got a chair! Sid’s got a steel chair! Pay attention to Sid Lightning, forget about the official or you’re gonna get your clock cleaned!

JG: He’s not gonna get it cleaned, he’s gonna get it shattered!

Sid grabs the top rope and steps over it into the ring with the chair dangling from his left hand. He walks over to Lightning and grabs the chair with both hands, crouching slightly as he does so. Lightning turns around and…CRACK!

DM: HOLY SHIT!

JG: I think I see Lightning’s face in the chair seat! He looks like the Canadian Shroud of Turin! HE’S THE STEEL SHROUD OF TORONTO!

DM: He just drives that steel chair right into the face of Lightning! He might be dead!

Lightning collapses in a heap, his face a bloody mess. Sid picks the chair up and looks at it with a smirk, proud of what he’s done. He pulls the chair up and points at Lightning’s face print, pointing at it and smiling before mouthing the words “I did that!”. Sid looks at the mangled chair with pride before opening it up and sitting down on it. He leans over the prone body of Lightning and places a foot on his chest as referee Paul Donaldson begins to come around.

DM: My god that was brutal! He should be disqualified for that!

JG: I like this guy’s style.

DM: You’re such a kiss ass!

JG: Yes I am, but I still like Sid’s style. He’s brutal and not afraid to cheat…I admire that in a wrestler.

Sid finally stands up and leaves the chair open. He takes the short step over to Lightning and pulls him to his feet, slapping him hard across the face as he does so. Lightning’s head snaps back from the impact and then lolls to the side, Lightning still clearly completely out cold. Sid laughs at the sight of it and easily hoists Lightning up onto his shoulders before turning around and throwing him off, sending his inert body crashing down through the already mangled chair with a vile looking Death Valley Driver. The referee finally staggers to his feet just as Sid kicks the destroyed chair out of the ring, noticing the weapon slide out onto the floor. He immediately points at it and gets into Sid’s face.

DM: Referee Donaldson saw the chair! Sid might be disqualified before this match even officially starts!

JG: He can’t disqualify him, as you said the match hasn’t even started yet. Besides, Lighting was stupid enough to start this weapons trade off, it’s not Sid’s fault that he came out on the short end of it!

DM: You’re disgusting! You’ll make excuses for anyone as long as he’s a fellow Dinucci loyalist like you.

JG: Of course I will, I know how things work around here.

Referee Donaldson starts yelling at Sid and pointing at the chair. Sid reacts by shrugging his shoulders and clearly answering him with “He started it, I finished it. It was self defence.” Referee Donaldson looks at him doubtfully, pointing at Lighting’s blood covered face. Sid answers with an indifferent shrug, much to the irritation of the official, who just turns around and walks away from Sid and over to Lightning.

DM: What an asshole! He claimed self-defence! What moxy!

JG: What-y?

DM: Moxy you idiot, “moxy”…it means nerve or balls! It’s a figure of speech! Sid has some nerve accusing this whole wreck on Lightning. He didn’t have to hit him with the chair and then DVD him through it! That was completely unnecessary!

JG: It worked didn’t it? He’s firmly in control of the match now.

DM: Give me a break Bomb! That’s not the point, whether it worked or not…he could have killed him with that chair shot or crippled him with that Death Valley Driver! I know part of this sport is to win, but what happened to protecting the guys you work with? Bumps and sick spots aside he could have crippled lightning if that DVD had landed even an inch in the wrong direction!

JG: Protection? This is wrestling, not sex…besides, Lighting deserved it.

DM: I seriously hope that someone puts you out of my misery some day Bomb. You disgust me more and more with each week!

As the referee checks with Lighting to see if he wants to continue Sid looks down at his arm, pretending to have a watch and yawning. Finally he walks over to the referee and gestures to him to get things going. The referee pushes him back a step and checks with Lightning, who’s slowly pulling himself to his feet with the aid of the ring ropes. His face is a bloody mess and his eyes have a slightly distant look to them, but he insists on continuing. The fans respond with a thunderous cheer and some begin to chant “Lightning…Lightning”, which draws a confused look from the former Television Champion.

DM: Lighting might just have won this crowd over by demanding to wrestle after taking that horrific beating from Sid. I’ve never heard him cheered like this since he arrived in PPW.

JG: He’d better enjoy it while it lasts because these stupid fans will be booing him the next time he wrestles.

Lighting stands up and wipes some of the blood from his face, then flicks his wrist and throws it at Sid. The blood splatters across the larger man’s face, but his doesn’t flinch. Instead he wipes some of it off with his fingers and places them in his mouth, licking it off of his hands with a smile.

DM: Look at that sick bastard, he’s enjoying it!

JG: Of course he is, he’s the hunter and Lightning is his prey!

Referee Donaldson signals for the bell, which rings out across the arena like a siren’s call and the two men advance on each other. The size difference between them is staggering. Sid walks up to Lightning and immediate goes to knock his head off with a mammoth swing of his right hand. The smaller man uses his greater agility and speed to slide between the legs of the larger man. He immediately springboards off of the top rope and flies off, driving his arm across the back of the larger man’s neck, causing him to stagger forward a couple of inches. Lighting responds to this by springing off of the ropes and launching both of his feet into the left knee of the larger man.

DM: Lightning is going for the safe strategy of trying to take Sid’s feet out from under him.

Lightning bounces off of the ropes and throws another dropkick, this time into the back of the giant’s knee. This time the move takes the larger man down to one knee. Lightning sees this and immediately springs off the ropes for the third time, this time driving both of his feet squarely into the chin of the giant with a loud crack. Sid topples over onto his back with a loud “thud”. Lightning immediately springs to his feet, although with a slight stagger upon landing and raises his arms over his head to a loud cheer. Once again he looks around, blatantly confused by the reaction.

DM: Stop looking around stupidly and keep hitting him! You have him reeling!

JG: You’re supposed to be impartial Donnie! Stop cheering for him!

DM: Oh be quiet Bomb. That sequence of attacks worked beautifully for Lightning and he needs to capitalise on it, not stand there trying to figure out the crowd’s reaction!

Lightning finally snaps out of it and turns around right as Sid gets back to one knee and immediately reacts by leaning against the ropes and springing forward. He flies off of them and plants both of his feet into the chin of the giant once again, again knocking him to the mat. Lightning kips up to both feet and leaps up onto the turnbuckle, turning around immediately and leaping off. He comes off and gets incredible air and flash bulbs go off all over the arena. He finally hits the crest of his leap and comes crashing down, slamming into Sid with all of his weight. He hits so hard that both men bounce off of the canvas, Lighting completely off of the larger man.

DM: Frog Splash! What incredible air! Lightning is going for the pin! Come on ref, get into position!

JG: Damn it ref, stay where you are! This isn’t fair! He cheated!

DM: What are you talking about you insipid slob? He didn’t cheat! That was perfectly fair and you know it!

Lightning gets to his feet and staggers a couple of steps over to Sid, dropping across him in a dazed cover. The referee immediately drops to the mat and starts the count. The fans count it out as his hand slaps the mat.

One…
Two…
Th…

Sid kicks out with authority, almost throwing Lightning through the ropes and out to the floor. Sid gets to his feet, a look of anger on his face. Lightning slowly crawls to his feet and turns around, he takes two stumbling steps towards Sid and it flattened by a vicious clothesline that flips him completely over and drops him flat onto his face. Sid shakes out his arm with a smile and stalks over to the prone Lightning with a smile on his face.

DM: What a clothesline! Lightning’s ears have to be ringing right now!

Sid pulls Lightning off of the mat with a smile and wraps one of his gigantic hands around the smaller man’s throat. He lifts him off of the mat effortlessly and holds him in mid air with one hand for a moment before walking him over to the side of the ring. He looks out with a crooked smirk on his face and points down at the announcer’s table with his other hand.

DM: No Sid! Don’t!

JG: Do it Sid, do it! Put him away now!

DM: Would you shut u…

The word up comes out as “uh” and is rapidly cut off by the sound of the two men scrambling away from the table. The camera cuts to the announcers table just in time to see the prone form of Lightning go crashing through the wood and onto the floor. The view swings back to the ring where Sid is standing with a vicious smirk on his face. He quickly steps over the ropes and down to the floor, advancing on Lightning with a smile on his face. The referee springs out of the ring and gets between them rapidly, holding Sid away from Lightning as he checks on him. Sid paces back and forth behind the referee, waiting impatiently as the referee does his job.

DM: Well…now that we have nowhere to sit that’s going to make things that much more interesting. That table didn’t stand a chance against Sid.

JG: You mean it didn’t stand a chance against Lightning; he’s the one who went through it.

DM: He only went through it because Sid threw him through it and speaking of Sid he looks like an angry animal as he waits for the referee to finish checking on Lightning.

Sid finally loses his patience and reaches over the referee, pushing him out of the way and grabbing Lightning from the floor. He pulls the smaller man up and lifts him overhead before turning back towards the ring and throwing him into the ring over the top rope like he weights next to nothing. The referee pulls himself up off of the floor and immediately gets into the giant’s face, yelling at him about putting his hands on a PPW Official and threatening to disqualify him if he does it again. Sid finally turns from him and walks to the ring, grabbing the top rope and stepping back into the ring effortlessly…although he’s still clearly annoyed.

DM: Sid looks even more annoyed than he did before after that little talk with the official. That can’t bode well for Lightning.

Sid walks back over to Lighting and scrapes him off of the mat and then whips him off of the ropes. Lightning bounces off of them and staggers back towards Sid, who takes one step back and then almost leaps forward; driving the ball of his foot into the chin with a horrifying looking superkick. Lightning never gets the chance to fall to the mat as Sid immediately leaps forward with speed that’s surprising for his size and grabs Lightning, driving him viciously into the mat with a violent and dangerous looking running STO that shakes the entire ring.

Sid stands up and mockingly claps before driving a boot into the ribs of Lightning, who just jerks up off of the mat and then lays down on it again. Sid looks down at him with a smile and then crouches over him, pulling both of Lightning’s arms over his legs and lifting him up by his chin. He holds him like that for a moment and then viciously wrenches back on his neck by bending backward and pulling his hands back towards his body. Lightning responds by thrashing violently and trying to break the hold but due to his smaller size and immense blood loss he’s unable to do so. Sid just holds the clutch in place, wrenching further and further back on it until he has Lightning almost folded over onto himself. He even adds insult to injury by taking his fingers and grinding them into Lightning’s eyes as he wrenches back on the hold.

DM: Oh come on! It’s not bad enough that he’s spent the last ten minutes beating the hell out of Lightning, taking every short cut that he possibly could…but now he has to go for not only embarrassment but also personal injury! What the hell is wrong with him?

JG: This is called “sending a message”. This is Sid sending a warning to everyone in PPW that Mr. Dinucci will no longer tolerate any kind of insubordination. Lightning just happened to make a very good example.

DM: As much as I dislike Lightning he didn’t do anything to deserve this abuse! This is just Dinucci flexing his muscles now that there’s no one here to check him anymore!

JG: Isn’t it great? Things are exactly how they should be…or at least will be once the Paramount Title is taken off of that Senior Citizen who managed to cheat his way to it and now hides behind it.

DM: You know… there really is something wrong with you.

Sid finally releases the hold and Lightning flops forward onto the mat. Sid turns him over and lazily lies across him with his arms folded across the back of his head. The referee disgustedly drops to the mat and begins the count.

DM: How the hell did Lightning muster up the strength to even get his arm up to attempt a kick out? Good god…just give it up kid…it’s not worth it…

JG: He must want to die.

Sid stands up with a look of utter disbelief on his face, a look that is rapidly replaced with red-faced fury. Lightning somehow smartly rolls out of the ring and down to the floor as Sid gets in the face of the referee.

JG: Where’s Lightning going?

DM: I don’t know…he’s regrouping I guess.

Sid backs the referee into the corner and sticks his finger right into the referee’s face. Outside the ring Lighting picks the bat up off of the floor and looks at it with a blood soaked smile on his face. He slides back into the ring and slowly advances on Sid until he gets right behind him, raising the bat overhead to a thunderous cheer from the fans.

JG: NO! You can’t do it! It’s not fair! It’s not right!

DM: I wouldn’t normally encourage cheating, but this is exactly what Sid deserves! This is payback for that chair shot that Sid hit him with earlier!

Lightning lets his best home run swing go, bringing the bat around and driving it into the back of Sid’s knee so hard that he actually spins on his heels and nearly falls down. The bat connects with the back of Sid’s knee with a sickening crack and actually takes the giant off of his feet, toppling him over backwards and onto the mat. Lightning immediately turns around and drives the bat down into his chest, driving the wind from him in a loud “whoosh”. The referee steps out of the corner and chastises Lightning for using the bat, but makes no effort to remove it from his hands. Lightning smiles and takes a halfhearted step towards him in a mocking threat. The referee runs like hell, bailing from the ring and heading half way up the ramp. Lightning smiles and turns on Sid, whose managed to get back to one knee and immediately swings for the fences. The bat connects with Sid’s forehead and bounces off of it but snaps the giant’s head back and dumps him back onto the mat again. Lightning smiles at it and walks over to the turnbuckle, ascending it with the bat in his hand.

JG: What the hell is he doing?

DM: How should I know? Performing a flying version of the “Nutcracker Suite”?

Lightning waits for Sid to get to one knee and then leaps off of the turnbuckle. Just as Sid gets completely to his feet Lightning comes down on him, driving the bat down laterally over the top of his head.

DM: Holy CRAP! THE BAT JUST SNAPPED IN HALF OVER THE TOP OF SID’S HEAD!

JG: The only thing more frightening than that is that it’s only staggered him…he didn’t even loose his footing! He’s just stumbling around the ring with a mildly dazed look on his face!

Lightning lands on his feet and just stares at Sid, who’s rapidly recovering from the bat shot…although there is a trickle of blood running down the centre of his forehead. Lightning doesn’t waste any time; he throws the bottom half of the bat away and runs at Sid with the upper half in his hand. He gets about a foot from Sid and leaps up, driving the head of the bat into Sid’s face before throwing it from the ring right as the referee gets back into it. The move knocks Sid back, taking him backwards over the top rope and dropping him to the floor. Lightning immediately runs to the far side of the ring and bounces off of the ropes, using them to push him forward.

DM: Lightning’s going airborne!

JG: He must be nuts!

Lightning gets to the other side of the ring and springboards up onto it, using it for extra leverage. He leaps off of it into the air.

DM: OH my god! A springboard, corkscrew four-fifty! What a move by Lightning!

JG: God…even I have to respect his willingness to take such an insane chance….

Lightning crashes down onto Sid and the landing is a hard one as there is no give in the floor. Once again he bounces off of Sid, this time though he rolls along the floor and comes back up onto his feet. Sid nearly folds in half before springing back out again. He rolls away from Lightning and comes up onto his feet back first against the ring apron. Lightning sees it and breaks into a run.

DM: This move could make or break the match for Lightning!

Lightning bolts across the floor towards the ring at full speed and goes airborne about four feet from Sid. He leaps up and throws a dropkick in the direction of Sid’s head only to have Sid take the move and grab his feet as he tries to flip out of the move.

DM: Oh god…that’s not good for Lightning.

JG: It looks to me like the little bug is about to get splattered.

Sid holds Lightning up by his feet and stands there smirking as the smaller man tries to thrash his way loose. Sid takes two steps outward and lowers Lightning with one arm, dropping his left around the waist of the smaller man while cradling his right leg with his right arm. Sid laughs out loud and an absolutely vile look crosses his face.

DM: Oh Christ no…don’t do that Sid! You could shatter his skull!

JG: IF he does what I think he’s going to do this match is all but over.

DM: If he does this Lightning’s life could be all but over!

The referee jumps out of the ring and starts pleading with Sid not to do it while also ordering him to take it back into the ring before he disqualifies him. Sid stands up on his toes and goes to execute the move when the referee begins to count. Sid drops about half way down before suddenly springing back up and throwing Lighting over his head. Lightning sails over the ring ropes and crashes hard into the mat, bouncing twice and coming to rest in the far corner upside down. Sid turns around and laughs as he’s pelted with boos and assorted trash, both of which seem to amuse him greatly. The referee points into the ring and orders him to get back in. Sid looks down at him with amusement before flipping a hand at him dismissively and turning to grab the top rope.

DM: What a horrifying landing! That son of a bitch Sid has a lot to answer for in this match.

JG: I’d imagine that he’d have to…I don’t think Lightning will be talking much after this. In fact I doubt he’ll be doing much with his mouth that doesn’t involve the use of a straw and an ICU nurse.

DM: Only you would make such a depraved remark and not feel the slightest bit of sympathy for the person who you’re talking about.

JG: You betcha.

Sid steps back into the ring and walks over to Lightning. He pulls him up out of the corner and drags him over to centre ring, where he deposits him in a heap. Sid mockingly places one foot on the smaller man’s face and orders the referee, who’s thoroughly disgusted by the behaviour, to count the pin fall. The referee reluctantly drops to the mat and starts the count. One…two…and a huge cheer erupts from the fans.

JG and DM: How the hell did Lightning kick out of that?

The two announcers turn and look at each other and both are clearly dumbfounded by what they’re seeing. Sid looks down at Lightning with utter disbelief written all over his face He clearly mouths a phrase that would have to be edited out of Cable television and pulls the smaller man off of the mat, lifting him up by one hand until the two are face to face. He mouths something to the effect of “You’d better stay down this time” and then hoists Lightning up over his head. Lightning responds by spewing a gigantic phlegm wad into Sid’s right eye, an act that draws another thunderous cheer from the fans. Sid calmly wipes the spit from his eye with a smile and then spins around and drives him down as hard as he can back first into the mat. Lightning lands so hard that he bounces before coming to rest in a heap below the giant, Sid just stands over him with a smile etched on his face.

DM: Just pin him already Sid. Get this massacre over with. Put the poor kid out of his misery.

Sid once again places his foot on the face of Lightning and points to the mat. The referee looks at him in disgust before dropping to the mat and starting the count.

DM and JG: HE KICKED OUT AGAIN! HOLY CRAP!

The fans once again erupt into thunderous cheers at the defiance of Lightning; the referee looks to be distraught that the match isn’t over. He looks to fear for Lightning’s life. Sid looks down at him again and frowns in irritation.

DM: Jesus kid, just stay down. Is it worth your career to let this animal keep beating on you?

JG: Animal? Sid is the superior talent and is just showing the kid his place.

DM: Instead of announcing tonight Bomb why don’t you just follow Sid around and fan him, maybe fluff the seat for him in the back when he sits down…and don’t forget your skirt and pom pom’s while you’re at it.

Sid pulls Lightning up again and throws him into the ropes. When Lightning bounces off and comes springing back Sid grabs him around the waist, leans backwards for a few moments and then whips forward and smashes Lightning back first into the mat so hard that the back of his head bounces off of it with an audible “thud”.

DM: Obliteration! That’s got to be the end of this nightmare!

Sid stands up and spits on Lightning before putting a foot on the smaller man for the third time. The referee drops to the mat and tried to do the count as fast as he can while still making it legitimate.

DM: One!

JG: Two!

DM: He kicked out AGAIN! This kid is either a lot tougher than any of us thought that he was or he’s just going on reflex right now!

Sid stares down at Lightning again, this time nearly irate and his face rapidly turning a deep shade of red. He looks down at Lightning again and then a vicious smile spreads across his face.

DM: What the hell is that asshole thinking of now?

Sid walks over to the edge of the ring and calmly steps over the top rope, dropping easily to the floor. He walks over to the timekeeper and throws him out of his chair, picking it up and throwing it into the ring. He rapidly follows it back into the ring and folds it up, dropping it on top of the face of Lightning.

DM: For the love of God someone stop this son of a bitch!

The referee gets in Sid’s face and starts yelling at him. Sid listens to him for about five second and then puts his hand out, palming the referee’s face and shoving him to the mat. The referee falls backwards into the corner and lays there motionless as Sid ascends the turnbuckle.

DM: Get down from there goddammit! Haven’t you done enough to the poor kid already? Just walk away, you’ve made your point!

Sid stands on the top rope for just a moment before he comes flying off of it and crashed into Lightning, driving his elbow into the face of Lightning which has the added effect of smashing the back of Lightning’s head into the folded chair. Sid immediately pops up and raises his hands above his head…and then the bell rings.

DM: SID’S BEEN DISQUALIFIED! SID’S BEEN DISQUALIFIED! LIGHTNING WINS! LIGHTNING MOVES ON IN THE TOURNAMENT!

JG: What the hell is this? This is highway robbery! Sid dominated that match! How the hell could he have lost!

DM: If you’ll recall Bomb, the genius that stands there before us put his hands on a PPW Official before driving that elbow into Lightning! The stupid bastard got himself disqualified!

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY DISQUALIFICATION: LIGHTNING
Lightning qualifies for the 2nd round

Sid hears the announcement and completely snaps. He walks over to the official and pulls him out of the corner. He lifts the referee up into the air before dropping him over his shoulders in a crucifix position. The fans boos intensify by a thousand times.

DM: NO! This is totally uncalled for!

Sid goes to release the Referee as if to execute a Crucifix powerbomb but instead drops to his knees and wraps his hands around the referee’s neck, driving the poor man’s spine into Sid’s monster sized shoulder. The crowd inhales at what is almost surely the sound of the referee’s back snapping. Sid stands up and releases his arms, just letting the referee drop to the mat in a broken and contorted heap. Sid immediately turns around and stares down at the beaten and bloodied body of Lightning and the ring begins to rapidly fill with thrown garbage.

DM: What now? Wasn’t breaking a PPW Official’s back enough for the sick bastard?

JG: Nope, he’s gonna do it to Lightning now too. Mr. Dinucci said to show everyone what happens to them in the future if they cross him. They’re sure as hell not going to forget this.

Sid bends over and pulls Lightning up off of the mat. Lightning just flops like a limp doll in his hands, totally incapable of putting up any fight whatsoever. He turns Lightning upside down and puts him in the position for what looks to be a Tombstone Piledriver, but instead of holding him around the waist he folds his legs down and bending them backwards. He proceeds to leap up and wrench back violently onto Lightning’s legs, twisting so that the move comes down onto the steel chair, violently driving all of the force of the move into Lightning spine. When his knees hit the mat Sid just lets go of Lightning and stands up, wiping his hands as if he’d just finished cleaning something as Lightning slumps over himself onto the mat. Sid stands up and throws his hands into the air in celebration and then proceeds to walk over to ringside and step out as he’s pelted with what seems like an unending amount of trash. He bends over and picks up the broken bat halves and walks up the ramp staring at them in irritation. The fans ire suddenly explodes by what seems like a million fold when John Dinucci walks out onto the ramp with a brand new bat in hand and hands it to Sid before taking his wrist and holding his hand in the air.

DM: You’ve got to be kidding me! This is completely unconscionable!

Dinucci stops celebrating and says something to Sid before pointing down to the ring. The two men turn around and walk back down to the ring, being pelted with trash the entire way. The two men get into the ring and walk over the broken body Lightning, with Dinucci pausing for long enough to drive a kick into his ribs. Sid looks down at Lightning's motionless body, then rolls out of the ring carelessly, dropping to his knees on the outside and pulling a table from under the ring. Inside the ring Dinucci begins applauding.

DM: What the hell is this asshole gonna do now?

JG: Silence, Donovan. It's about time we saw some REAL action around here.

Sid slides the table into the ring and sets it up near the corner. Then, he picks Lightning's body up, and as he does so, a figure comes running through the fans of PPW.

JG: That's Dr. Edsel Close!

DM: Maybe somebody's finally come to their senses and has the balls to stand up to this monster!

Sid ignores the figure hopping over the barricade to ringside and lifts Lightning up into a Crucifix Powerbomb at the end of the table. Edsel Close jumps up onto the top turnbuckle. Sid throws Lightning up and just as he's coming down from the Crucifix Powerbomb, Close jumps off the turnbuckle, hitting a guillotine legdrop right through the table! The fans erupt in a chorus of boos. Sid and Edsel stand in the middle of the ring, laughing maniacally. Blood drips from Edsel's teeth as he laughs with a psychotic look in his eye. Sid lifts his arms up and turns around, as if showing the world his proud accomplishment.

DM: This is just... this is sick. I can't stand to look at either of these bastards...

JG: Oh, grow up, Donovan. Quit being such a girl all the time.

As Sid demands a microphone from outside the ring the Doctor crawls over to his prey, lifting him up and applying his finishing manoeuvre, the Black Biology, to his helpless victim. Sid is finally given a microphone as C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci walks up to stand next to him with a shit-faced grin plastered on his face.

SG: Something nobody ever really understands is this simple fact. Wherever Sid Griffith goes, a loyal cult follows. As Mr. Dinucci's bodyguard, I have as much control over this company as he does. You see, the power has been handed to a hood rat, an outsider, a lower class punk. I will admit all of these things about myself. And I will walk around the depths of PPW and collect its broken toys, its misfits, and its outsiders, and I will form an alliance with these broken toys. Dr. Edsel Close here is one of PPW's broken toys. No one wants to play with him...

The doctor grins, blood seeping from his mouth as he continues to tighten the hold on Lightning's unconscious body. Dinucci laughs out loud gleefully and grins from ear to ear, patting his hand on Sid's shoulder.

SG: You people have witnessed for three shows straight that Sid Griffith doesn't fuck around. The artistic portraits that I have painted for everyone with these acts of demolition on these men and women of PPW are only the beginning. The first round of this tournament was nothing but facile. And in the process, I collected a broken toy and it will be turned loose on those of you who didn't want to play with it. Isn't that right, Edsel?

Edsel nods slowly with a sick smile on his face. He finally let’s go of the hold and stands next to the giant, looking out at the crowd with a piercing stare of emptiness.

SG: What you all have witnessed here tonight is a blatant sneak peak of what's to come for PPW. Soon, you will see that I have not just one or two followers, but a cult of fiends standing right behind me in this... very... ring. If no one likes it...

Sid chuckles a bit, and then points his finger at Lightning's broken body to the side.

SG: Then everyone will endure it...

He lets loose a bellowing, raspy laughter that Edsel only finds hilarious, and begins laughing himself. The whole image before Dinucci only makes him grin even more as he applauds both men and leads his army out of the ring and to the back, much to the animosity of the fans. The three men are encouraged out of the arena with trash being tossed at them from all directions. The scene changes quickly to Donovan Morgan and Jim “The Bomb” Grande. Bomb is grinning from ear to ear like a greedy kid let loose in Toys R Us while Donovan looks like he’s going to be sick, his face purple with rage.

DM: What we just witnessed might just be the most despicable act I have ever seen in my career as a wrestling colour analyst. What Sid Griffith did, aided by Dr. Edsel Close and encouraged by our slime ball CEO John Dinucci was utterly despicable and totally without justification. I hope Lightning sues those three clowns for all that their worth for it. All I can hope is that Lightning has enough left in him in two weeks to take on whoever his next opponent in the Paramount Title tournament is. My thoughts and prayers also go our to PPW Referee Mickey Paulings and his family. I seriously hope that Sid gets arrested for what he just did.

JG: Eh, Rawlings will be fine.

DM: That’s “Paulings” you ass and he might never walk again thanks to Sid. It almost doesn’t seem right to continue the show with more of what is assured to be out of control violence.

JG: But continue it we will! Let’s go to the ring announcer shall we?

DM: No, actually we’re going to go to the backstage hallway where our current Double Champion is currently heading to the ring.

JG: Do we have to? I hate that guy…

DM: Yes we do and he’s not overly fond of you either. Now shut up and watch.