MUTILATION RESULTS
Date:
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Venue: Wrigley Field
Location: Chicago, IL
The scene fades to a red sky. Chanting can be heard in the background as thunder rumbles.
"We Want Blood! We Want Blood! We Want Blood!"
A voiceover fades in as the four faces that could participate in the Bloodgames Championship Match appear in all four corners of the screen: Cobra, Verafai Omega, CJ Maxwell, and The Dark Lotus.
"An old era has come to an end... Only to be replaced by a new, fresh era."
A maniacal laughter crescendos as the face of James Spyder appears in the middle of the screen.
"After 8 months of pure destruction, James Spyder has chosen to pass the torch to new talent in the Bloodgames Division. Two men will move onto Annihilation to compete in a Glass-Covered Steel Cage Match. The self-proclaimed Sickest Man in PPW has appointed himself as the special guest referee."
A bloody screen overlaps each of the five faces, soon followed by an image of a glass-covered steel cage.
"Which of these four men have what it takes to follow in the sick man's footsteps? Will it be the man who hails from BLOOD itself? Cobra!"
An image of Cobra, with his face painted and a dark grin on his face, fades back in.
"Will it be the man who put his own brother on the shelf and seeks his own revenge violently on the man who nearly ended his career? Verafai Omega!"
The image of an intense, but arrogant Verafai Omega fades into the screen.
"Will it be the bizarre and paranoid man who may have gotten the best of James Spyder himself? CJ Maxwell!"
CJ Maxwell, with his eyes bulged out and his tongue sticking out of his head insanely fades into the screen.
"Or will it be the man who broke Verafai Omega's neck, nearly ending his career entirely? The Dark Lotus!"
The dark image of The Dark Lotus with emotionless eyes fades into the screen.
"Find out at Annihilation! There will be the crowning of a NEW Bloodgames Champion! Only on Pay... Per... View!"
Lightning strikes and thunder rumbles, followed by another sadistic laugh, before the commercial fades to black.
OPENING
MATCH
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
PPW TV CHAMPIONSHIP
Shane Kast (c) vs. The Dark Lotus
"Getting Away With Murder" by Papa Roach begins to blare through out the entire arena as blue and red lights begin to flash to the music a thin mist begins to fill part of the entrance way, as the main guitar hits again Shane Kast walks out from behind the curtain. He then stops at the top of the ramp. and raises his arms to the shoulder length as the entire arena erupts with cheers....
Suddenly everything is cast into darkness, the music stops and the crowd fall silent after a moment.
JB: Uh... I think we may be experiencing technical difficulties folks. Are we still.... we're still on the air.
As the lights flicker slowly Shane Kast can be seen looking around, he seems annoyed at the interruption.
DM: Ok we're getting the lights back, Shane Kast doesn't look too pleased.
Suddenly the lights go off again for a second, then the arena is flooded with a blood red light. A huge figure stands behind Kast, towering over Kast. The crowd erupt into cheers, jeers, and whatever other noises they can think to make.
DM: There's someone behind Kast!
JB: Look at the size of that guy!
As Kast begins to turn around slowly the lights plunge into darkness once more for a split second, as they come back up the figure is gone and Kast stands at the top of the ramp alone, the only noise the deepening rumble of the crowd.
DM: That's the second time we've had an entrance inter-
An explosion of blue and silver pyrotechnics burst from the top of the ramp. Everyone in the arena jumps and gasps as "Getting Away with Murder" bursts back to life over the PA.
Kast stands still for a moment, not sure what to make of it, then begins to make his way to the ring area when Shane slides into the ring he jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms to shoulder length again and the arena erupts with cheers again.
DM: Anyway... This should be an entertaining match to say the least, so much on the line for Kast and The Dark Lotus tonight!
JB: Especially Kast - he could lose his TV title right here tonight!
Kast gingerly jumps back up to his feet. they lock-up in the centre of the ring, using their upper-body strength to try and win the tie-up. Kast gets the better off The Dark Lotus and Irish Whips him in to the ropes on the right-hand-side of the ring, from camera-view.
DM: So here we go with Kast getting the first chance to build some offensive, what will he do…?
Kast connects with an Arm drag, knocking The Dark Lotus to the ground.
DM: …Arm drag! But The Dark Lotus quickly back to his feet, and circling the ring, with that sick smile on his face!
Kast raises both hands in the air, offering The Dark Lotus a test of strength.
JB: Nah, I don't think The Dark Lotus'll take Kast's up on his offer here, I think he suspects some foul-thinking.
DM: Maybe Jesy…
The Dark Lotus considers Kast's offer, and looks to the crowd…they begin boo as he hesitates – he slowly raises his arms to meet with Kast's.
Both men eventually lock hands, and start to push against each other, trying to gain some much-needed advantage in the early-goings of this match.
However, The Dark Lotus quickly gets bored, and kicks Kast in the stomach.
DM: Oh come on! Sneak shot by The Dark Lotus!
JB: That's the way to play the game, Michaels!
As Kast is folded over, The Dark Lotus runs off the ropes and hits a Neckbreaker, knocking Kast off his vertical base. The Dark Lotus then picks Kast back up and Irish Whips him in to the ropes. On the return, The Dark Lotus delivers a Big Boot to the face of Kast.
JB: Wow! Did you hear that impact?!
DM: Well Kast is down on the canvas, but one thing that The Dark Lotus will have to bear in mind is that Kast is very determined, and has proven on occasions that he will not give up, he will carry on fighting 'til there is no more fight left to give.
The Dark Lotus goes for an insulting early pin on Kast, and as expected, a 1-count only.
The Dark Lotus continues his assault though, and gets down on his knees and proceeds to strangle Kast, illegally, right in front of the referee's eyes.
DM: C'mon, ref! That's blatantly illegitimate!
JB: What?
DM: He's chokin' the life out him in fromt of the referee's eyes…
The referee forces The Dark Lotus to break the hold, and so he does, reluctantly.
The Dark Lotus then looks at the crowd, lapping up what he has just got away with, but the crowd simply curse him, and begin a chant of ass-hole, ass-hole!. The Dark Lotus looks back at the crowd and shouts Screw you!.
DM: Kast's strugglin' top get his breath back after that foul play from The Dark Lotus
The Dark Lotus again picks Kast up, but as he's doing so, Kast hits an elbow in to The Dark Lotus’s mid-rift, causing him to release the grip he has on Kast. Kast follows it up with a second elbow, and a third...The Dark Lotus's grip is completely removed from Kast.
DM: Kast breaks free, and is gonna mount some attack now on the callous Dark Lotus!
Kast hits a DDT on The Dark Lotus, shooting him to the ground for the first time in quite some time in this contest. Kast drops an elbow. He then goes for a pin fall…
1…2…kick-out by The Dark Lotus after 2.
Kast grabs The Dark Lotus by his long, black hair, and delivers a punch between the eyes, causing The Dark Lotus to reel on the spot. Kast then runs off the ropes…
DM: He picks up The Dark Lotus and nails a Spinebuster! And a beauty!
The Dark Lotus is down again – Kast goes for another pin attempt.
1…2…kick-out by The Dark Lotus again.
JB: C'mon The Dark Lotus! Don't let this mid-carder beat your ass up!
DM: Kast's no mid-carder, Jesy… he's the TV champion, and possibly a future World champion!
JB: We'll see, Michaels…
Kast picks The Dark Lotus up again, and performs a Rundown, knocking The Dark Lotus through the second rope, and on to the floor outside the ring.
JB: Here we go, this one's spilled outside the ring, Donovan…
DM: Yeah, just make sure The Dark Lotus stays away from underneath the ring, ref!
JB: Why who's under there?
DM: No-one, idiot, but The Dark Lotus's the kinda guy who wants to win at ANY cost, he may find a useful aide…
JB: Oh right…like who?
Kast is to his feet first, and delivers a series of kicks to The Dark Lotus's chest, then picks The Dark Lotus up and whips him in to the barriers surrounding the PPW ring.
DM: Ooo…that must've hurt The Dark Lotus, did you hear the crack!
The Dark Lotus slowly returns to his feet, and is tossed into the ring by Kast.
Kast climbs the turnbuckle again, and attempts an Elbow Drop…The Dark Lotus managed to move his body out of the way! Kast writhes in agony on the mat! The Dark Lotus slowly crawls towards Kast's bruised body, and attempts a pin…
1…2…
DM: No! Kast got a shoulder up, right on the count of 3!
The Dark Lotus clambers to his feet, and debates the decision with the referee. The referee holds up two fingers, indicating to The Dark Lotus that the count of 3 was not finished.
The Dark Lotus looks down at Kast's body and hurls abuse at him.
JB: That fall seem to hit Kast pretty badly, Michaels, he's more hurt than any of us first expected!
DM: It certainly looks that way, Jesy
Kast tries to get back to his feet, but The Dark Lotus counters his move with an elbow to the kidney region. Kast flops to the ground again.
The Dark Lotus leaves the ring and begins to look under it…and pulls out a table!!!
JB: Here we go, Michaels! It looks like The Dark Lotus's getting' ready for the Chaotic Edge!!!
DM: Surely the referee will stop The Dark Lotus from doin' this!
The referee climbs out of the ring and tries to remove the table from The Dark Lotus's grasp, but The Dark Lotus takes out the ref!
DM: Damn it! The referee's out cold, and The Dark Lotus has a table!
JB: Not good news for Kast!
The Dark Lotus slides the table in to the ring, and sets it up in the corner. He picks Kast up and takes him to the corner where the table is located. The Dark Lotus climbs the turnbuckle, and sets Kast up for a Chaotic Edge!
Kast begins to move but The Dark Lotus seems to be in some sort of trance… The crowd go wild as The Dark Lotus’s chance to become the champion seems to slip away. Kast is suddenly up to crouched in position to nail the Devour Driver… The Dark Lotus suddenly slips out of his trance in time to feel Kast’s arm wrap around his neck before he’s lifted up and slammed to the mat!
DM: THAT’S IT! IT’S OVER! LOTUS MISSED HIS CHANCE!
JB: That move is incredible!
The groggy referee comes around just in time to begin to make the count…
1… 2… 3! Shane Kast is still the TV champion!
Kast is about to climb the tunrbuckle to celebrate his win, when he spots C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci dashing down the ramp towards ringside. Kast immediately darts out of the ring, and grabs his belt before Dinucci can. Dinucci grabs a microphone.
JD: Shane, you really are as stupid as your hairstyle makes you out to be... You think you can challenge ME and come out on top? Not a chance my friend. I am the co-owner of this company, and the C.E.O. to boot. And with a certain chairman not here tonight, I pretty much have free reign.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – The Dark Lotus
THE DARK LOTUS IS THE NEW PPW TV CHAMPION
Jesy Blue has climbed into the ring, microphone in hand. The reasons for this are unknown.
JB: It’s now time for my scheduled interview that I have been looking forward to all night! We now get to meet the newest member of PPW. Now, I don’t know who this guy is, but I’m excited. So nevertheless, lets bring them down… NOW!
The fans pop at the excitement and curiosity about the newest member of PPW.
Weirdly, the music of the TV show ER begins to play and the lights start pulsing on and off. Jesy looks confused. A figure emerges from the entranceway, and no, it’s not George Clooney… it’s, it’s… Adz!
The fans are going crazy and Jesy’s confused face turns to a very confused face. Adz is wearing a doctors uniform and a stethoscope, what in the hell is going on? He gets into the ring and salutes the fans before nodding to Jesy.
JB: What in the hell are you doing back Adz?
A: Adz? Don’t I get a title?
Jesy looks confused.
JB: Mr Adz?
A: Hell no… it’s Dr Adz!
The fans laugh, they think Adz has turned nu… they think Adz is nuts.
JB: Doctor?
DA: That’s right Bluey. I been gone, and while I been gone, I got maself a PEE HAITCH DEE motherdrummer!
JB: Motherwhat?
DA: Look Jesy, it seems you don’t understand. I’ll spell things out for you nice and simple. Adz is back… Dr Adz.
The fans pop… Jesy still looks confused.
JB: How… when?
DA: I took a PEE HAITCH DEE course obviously. It’s meant to be a 5 year course, but they fast tracked me due to my natural diagnostic ability.
JB: Wh… why?
DA: I can’t wrestle forever Jesy, I’m not Hulk Hogan, I’m not Shawn Michaels. I’m living in the real world ya know? Not a fake little make believe world where a wrestler can wrestle forever and never become rubbish. I’m running out of opportunities Bluey, and I’ll need a new career soon. I just got the qualifications out of the way so I can concentrate on my last push for wrestling glory.
JB: That’s erm, that’s great news Adz, well, at least news.
DA: It’s Dr Adz. I’m a doctor of medicine and life sciences ya know?
JB: So what do we call you now? Doc?
DA: I’m liking ‘The Doctor’, like Doctor Who.
JB: Who?
DA: Don’t play that game.
JB: I’ve never heard of Doctor Who in my life.
DA: Unimportant Jesy… what is important, is my return to wrestling. You see, now that I am a doctor… I know a lot more about what hurts, and what really really hurts, and what doesn’t hurt at all. If I can use this to my advantage, who can stop me?
JB: Someone who hurts you back?
Dr Adz looks pissed and hurt at Jesy’s comment. The fans go ‘oooh’ as Adz seemed to just be punked.
JB: Well erm, Doc, I’m sorry. So you think you are better equipped this time around?
DA: That’s right Jesy, and tonight I’m going to prove it. Because at some time tonight, some wrestler will be given a good checking over by the Doctor, and I will prove that this time, Adz isn’t a nice guy….
The fans go silent…
DA: He’s the evil doctor.
Dr Adz grins sadistically, thinking he makes a good baddy.
DM: Wow, looks like we’re seeing a new, evil Adz, I mean Dr Adz.
Dr Adz turns round and trips over. The fans burst out laughing. Adz looks annoyed at his attempt to seem a bad guy fails. He turns back to Jesy and grabs the microphone, before turning back to the crowd and beginning to shout.
DA: I can’t do it… I’m not evil. I’m still the happy-go-larry guy that everybody loves. People can joke about me, people can laugh at me, but it doesn’t matter, cos this time things are different. Why? BECAUSE I’M PEE HAITCH DEE ……. MOTHERDRUMMER!
Dr Adz gives the microphone back to Jesy Blue who appears stunned. The Doctor then gets out of the ring and walks to the back as the crowd cheer him on.
DM: Wow… I honestly don’t know whether to laugh or cry… either way Adz is back… and he’s a, erm, doctor.
MATCH 2
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Jamie Kristi vs. Shadow
As we come back from commercial to the main arena in Wrigley Field, the fans are cheering loudly as Jamie Kristi is already making her way down to the ring to the brooding dance mix of Assemblage 23's "Human".
JB: These Norwegians sure dig that electronic music, huh?
DM: Welcome back, folks. Our next match sees Shadow take on this Norwegen wonder, Jamie Kristi. Jesy, I'm still trying to figure out what is going on between Slayne Demonio and this lovely young lady. Why is she associating with that lunatic?
JB: Hey, watch your tongue when you talk about the Reverend like that. He's not really a lunatic, he's more like a visionary. Just cuz not everybody sees the vision doesn't make him crazy..
DM: Then what does it make him?
JB: A tad screwy... You see the difference?
DM: Sure.
Jamie Kristi steps onto the apron and bends down to enter under the second rope. She springs up into a corner and raises her hands in celbration to the appreciation of the crowd. As she decends from the turnbuckle, the cheering is interupted by the arena being shrouded in darkness and the loud sound of a crow cawwing.
JB: It's a fiesta of face paint tonight! The cosmetics stocks are gunna be soaring tommorow morning, you watch Donovan.
DM: Yes, well we may see some soaring acrobatics from Kristi here tonight. She may be able to give Shadow a run for his money!
The voice of an innocent child begins to speak as smoke builds up around the entrance way and "The Crow" plays over the speakers. Shadow emerges from the smoke carrying his trusted bat close at his side, smiling demonically. As he makes his way to the ring apron, he steps up on to it and then perches on the turnbuckle staring across the ring at Kristi. The lights are raised back to their original state as Shadow comes down from the turnbuckle and discards his coat and bat.
DM: Ring that bell and let's see who's got what it takes tonight!
As the bell sounds, Shadow charges straight for Kristi but Kristi ducks under a clothesline, springs from the mat, and wraps her legs around Shadow's head and performs a textbook standing hurrancanrana. Shadow's back slides across the mat and he slowly turns over to his stomach and slaps the mat in frustration. Kristi slowly raises up from her knees with a mischevious smile on her face. Shadow wastes no time, scrambles to his feet, and charges at Kristi again. Kristi hits the mat and delivers a drop toe hold to Shadow sending him crashing to the mat. Kristi them pops up off the mat and slowly walks to the opposite side of the ring as Shadow grabs his face in pain.
JB: Wow, this guy is getting his ass handed to him by a girl! How humiliating is that?!
DM: We're barely into the match Jesy, give him a second. Kristi is very quick on her feet..
Shadow sits up and smiles across the ring at Kristi, shaking his head in agreeance that he took her for granted. He stands up and begins to circle around the ring, Kristi staying across from him. Shadow gets frustrated again and charges at Kristi, who ducks another clothesline, and delivers a stiff kick to the gut of Shadow. Kristi hooks her arm under Shadow's neck and runs for the turnbuckle. As she springs off the turnbuckle for a spinning diamondcutter variation, Shadow pushes her high in the air and sends her crashing onto her back in the middle of the ring. Kristi seems to break in half as her lean frame crashes to the unforgiving canvas. Though they're nearly the same height, Shadow lifts Kristi clear above his head, steps forward, and drops her flat onto her chest. Kristi rolls over to the edge of the ropes and she seems to have trouble breathing.
DM: That hundred plus pounds that Shadow has on Kristi is starting to show..
Shadow moves over to Kristi and raises her to her feet. An irish whips sends Kristi back to Shadow, but Kristi slides through Shadow's legs. Shadow spins around and gets an elbow in the face as Kristi springs off the ropes. Kristi backs up off the ropes again to come at Shadow, but he nails that long awaited clothesline, nearly decapitating her. Shadow hovers over Kristi like a vulture and begins to stomp away at her midsection, much to the pleasure of the fans. Shadow stands Kristi up, and sets her right back down to the mat with a vicious open-handed slap. Kristi crawls to the far corner, coughing and breathing heavily. The referee moves into the corner to check on Kristi as she faces the corner and holds herself up with a hand on the bottom rope. Shadow closes in for the kill but is cranked in the junk by a swift low blow from Kristi. Shadow's eyes open wide as he sways back and forth before falling to the mat. Kristi puts on a great show for the ref, who didnt see a thing. The fans show their disgust..
JB: And Shadow is now half the man that he used to be.. Or how does that STP song go?
DM: The fans are clearly not happy with that as Kristi used the ref to turn the tables in this matchup!
JB: She'll win this match with whatever it takes! Even if it means taking away a man's ability to procreate!
Kristi assures the referee that she's alright, and moves in on Shadow; who is ever so slowly using the ropes to get to his feet. Kristi grabs the right arm of Shadow and backs him up against the ropes. She pulls him for an irish whip, but almost in the same movement she is spinning around and connects with a high kick to Shadow's face as he crashes to the mat. Shadow pops off the mat and collapses back down as he is clearly stunned.. Kristi goes for the cover.. 1, 2.. Shadow gets a shoulder up.
JB: ...Whoa...
DM: That move came out of nowhere! And with a helluva lot of power!
She wastes no time as steps onto the ring apron and then climbs to the top rope. The crowd boos and curses at her as she spins to face the fans. Within seconds Kristi is flying of the top turnbuckle for a Moonsault splash. However, she lands it oddly and across the knees of Shadow instead of the chest. Kristi is clearly stung and grabbing her chest again for a breath of air. Slowly, both competitors rise to their feet as the crowd is cheering for Shadow to make a comeback. Shadow moves to throw a heavy right hand, but Kristi blocks it and twists his arm behind his back. Shadow reverses it and puts Kristi in a hammerlock of her own. That is short lived as Kristi backs in to Shadow and reaches around with her free arm to grab Shadow by the head. She falls straight down to her knees and delivers a jawbreaker variation and Shadow releases the hold. Kristi spins around on her knees and grabs Shadow by the midsection and stands up with the 255 lbs man on her shoulders.
DM: How in the hell is she doing that?! She doesn't look like she can hold it much longer..
JB: That girl loves her Wheaties!
Kristi is waining under the weight of her competitor, but quickly does him in. She moves closer to the ropes, gives one final jerk, and swings Shadow off of her shoulders and landing him throat-first across the third rope for a Wire Execution. Shadow snaps backwards off of the third rope and hits his head hard on the canvas. Kristi goes in for the cover.. 1, 2, 3.. The ref calls for the bell as the fans curse and swear. Assemblage 23 fires back up over the Wrigley Field speakers.
DM: There you have it! To the dissappointment of the fans, Jamie Kristi picks up the victory over Shadow in an impressive display.
JB: You know, I could really get into this techno craze! If I organize a rave next week, are you in, Donavan?
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Jamie Kristi
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, an announcement... Earlier today both Cobra and Muerte agreed that in the spirit of entertainment, this match will take place under hardcore rules!
DM: What a treat Jesy!
JB: Dude... I think I may put my joint away for this match...
MATCH 3
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
COBRA'S SHOT AT THE BLOODGAMES TITLE AT ANNIHILATION ON THE LINE
Muerte vs. Cobra
JB: It would seem so wouldn't it, Brain?
Muerte begins to walk down the aisle way slapping hands with the fans reaching over the barricade. He makes his way to the side of the ring and jumps onto the apron. He spans the arena from left to right and then throws his arms to the side and brings them up encouraging the arena to become even louder. He then smiles as the crowd has obliged his request. He leap frog overs the top rope and rolls onto one knee in the center of the ring. He then strikes his signature pose pointing with his index fingers towards the heavens. The camera pulls out to capture all of the lights flashing throughout the arena. After a few seconds of the pose he gets up and walks towards the corner of the ring and grabs a mic.
M: Ya know I have waited too long to hear those CHANTS!
A loud pop comes from the audience and Muerte smiles.
The arena blacks out. An image of a Cobra appears on the Purepaintron and a snakes hiss is heard throughout the arena as Give 'Em Hell Kids by My Chemical Romance begins to play. The video package starts at the same time as the vocals of the song and the lights come back up revealing Cobra at the top of the ramp. He walks down to the ring not looking at the crowd but focusing on the ring. He enters the ring and stands in the corner waiting for his opponent.
DM: A huge ovation for Cobra there Jesy... although not the one he would have liked!
JB: It would appear so... but this guy's no match for Muerte...I predict a win for the deadman...
DM: Ok folks, it's time for this "Hardcore Rules" match-up to get underway!
JB: I don't see any weapons there, Cobra!
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 Cobra, and the 2 men tie-up. Muerte snaps Cobra into a Headlock, but Cobra then pushes Muerte into the ropes. On the bounce-back, Cobra hits Muerte with a Belly-To-Belly Suplex, taking Muerte down.
DM: Early move there by Cobra, showing Muerte that he will not be intimidated by him...
JB: What are you talkin' about? It was a Belly-to-belly, 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 Cobra. Cobra attempts a Belly-to-Belly suplex, but Muerte ducks and counteracts this by hitting Cobra with a Superkick!
JB: Wow! Great shot there by Muerte!
Muerte holds his arms up to the crowd, who pop. Cobra stays down considerably longer than expected. Muerte then approaches him, but Cobra 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 hitting the ropes and nailing a Venom!
DM: Oh my God! That's a great move for such an early moment in the match!
JB: Yeah, maybe too early! I think Cobra's gettin' ahead of himself a little bit here...
DM: Even so, a fantastic early hit by the newbie...
Cobra then goes for a cover on Muerte, but the referee barely counts 1 before Muerte is kicking out.
JB: Bit of an insult to Muerte there in my opinion...
Cobra continues his advantageous spell by hitting Muerte with a Suplex. Cobra 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!!!
JB: Dammit! GET UP Muerte!!!
Cobra 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!
Cobra 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 Cobra with a Baseball Slide! This prevents Cobra 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 Cobra. As Cobra gets back to his feet, Muerte sprays him in the face with the extinguisher, temporarily blinding Cobra!
JB: WOOOOO!!! Hardcore rules, baby!!!
Muerte then lifts the fire extinguisher above his head, and sends it crashing down onto Cobra's skull!
DM: What a connection by Muerte!
Cobra 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 Cobra 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.
JB: This is so exciting...what weapon will Muerte pull out next?!
DM: Uh-oh...
JB: What?!
DM: Look who made an appearance...
Jesy Blue looks back at the match, and sees Muerte clutching a barbed wire 2x4!
JB: Oh shit...
Muerte gets a sadistic, almost tantric look on his face, as he holds the weapon aloft. The fans go wild for the bat!
DM: The wood's gettin' a bigger reception than the superstar here!
Muerte lowers the wood back down, and then readies himself for Cobra. As Cobra gets back to his feet, he is met across the face with a barbed wire-covered plank of wood! Cobra then falls, in slow-motion, to the ground.
JB: I can't believe it! Cobra 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 Cobra up for another hit. But as he swings the wood behind his head, kind of like one would with a baseball bat, Cobra gets in a kick to Muerte's stomach, causing Muerte to stall a little. Then Cobra generates enough time to get a Suplex in on Muerte, causing him to (obviously) drop the weapon.
DM: Great counter-attacking move by Cobra! He's just saved himself from gettin' cut wide open!
Cobra 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, Cobra 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 Cobra!!!
Muerte's blood drips onto the PPW mat. Cobra 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, Cobra hits him with the baseball bat- right across the kidneys!
DM: Wow! Devastating blow delivered there by Cobra!
Cobra then goes for a cover on Muerte...
1....2....NO! Somehow Muerte manages to lift one of those wounded shoulders!
The match continues, and Cobra goes for another Pasta-La-Vista.
DM: I'm very impressed by Cobra, Jesy. He is, by nature, a big man, but he's adapted very well to this match, and particularly to Muerte's style fo fighting!
JB: Yeah he has, and he's done some real damage to Muerte too! He could surprise us all here by picking up a victory!
Cobra lets fly but Muerte lands on his feet, nailing a Tornado DDT on the trashcan!
DM: Holy crap! Cobra just landed on the trash can! Muerte nailed the DDT!
JB: 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 Cobra's carcass. He goes for the cover...
1.....2.....shoulder up by Cobra 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!
JB: (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, Cobra lands on him from the apron!
DM: Great high-risk manoeuvre by Cobra! Both men are down again!
Cobra gets back up, and Whips Muerte on to the announce table.
JB: Oh no...this is bad...there's NEVER a time when this damn table doesn't get smashed up in these types of situations...
Cobra 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 Cobra on top, to the ground once again!
DM: My God, they're down again! Who will win this match, nobody knows!
Cobra, 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. Cobra 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 Cobra 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!
JB: YES!!! This one's over!!!
Muerte climbs to the top rope and dives off with Suicidal Tendencies...
1.....2.....3!!!
JB: He did it! Muerte's won the match!!!
THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Muerte
DM: What a thrilling "Hardcore Rules" match this one was! Anybody could have won this one it was so close!
JB: 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 cameras cut to the locker room area. James Spyder is getting ready for his tag team main event match when his concentration is broken by an arrogant laugh coming off camera somewhere. James takes a moment to glance around, somewhat uninterested, but a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He goes back to getting ready for his match, tightening the laces on his boots. The arrogant laugh is follow up by the all-so-familiar voice of Shane Kast.
SK: James Spyder in the flesh… and mascara!
James turns and smirks as Shane Kast stands almost right up against him. A trail of blood, his own or fake is unknown, trickles down the side of his face. He looks down at Kast.
JS: Shane Kast... Hi rookie. What can I do you for tonight?
SK: I’ve come to prove to you that Shane Kast isn’t the rookie pup you claim I am, you have this false vision that I fear you James, a false vision I have just proven to be one hundred percent fake.
Shane begins to let out a bit of a cocky chuckle. In response, James allows a gargling chuckle of his own. He stops and quietly replies.
JS: Obviously you don't fear me... It's your intelligence that I'm questioning.
SK: You still trying to play the father figure? James I just can’t picture you being a father or even being a questionable role model.
James keeps himself from laughing in Shane's face as he waves him away.
JS: Father figure? Role model? What's this bullshit you're spitting? Since when have I ever given a shit about being a role model? I go out there and I prove that I'm the best in the business today each and every night. That's what I do, Shane.
SK: Answer me this champ? What did you prove this week when you allowed dear old Fonda to wear that trusty Singapore Cane? That a woman’s nose can break just the same as a man's? Please James your level of violence has gone to an all time low nowadays.
Shane begins to have an arrogant smile on his face. James stares down at Kast before turning on his heel and taking a step toward his bag.
JS: Well, now, Shane, what business is that of yours? And if you care so much, perhaps you wouldn't mind giving a little advice.
SK: Advice? Now you're seeking advice from Shane Kast? This is priceless…
At the end of Kast's last sentence, James pulls out the Singapore Cane that Colin Zale handed to him 5 months ago. He stares at it with narrow eyes, talking while still staring at it, mesmerized.
JS: Not quite as priceless as what I may see soon.
SK: James if I came for a fight you wouldn’t have had two words in, my advice to you is keep focused on your task at hand. You have the chance of a lifetime to become a PPW World Champion, you seem to have become soft as of late James… haven’t I pointed that out to you already?
James lets out a loud, obnoxious laugh, the cane tapping at his own head as a result.
JS: Soft, Shane... THAT, rookie, is priceless. The task at hand may or may not be the world title... and if you've been paying any attention to me at all, as you say you have been, you would know that the task at hand for James Spyder is not the world title, but to make a violent, bloody statement with whoever I see fit to make an example of... and you seem like you would do just fine.
SK: Examples… Examples… Now making a bloody mess out of Shane Kast right here and now wouldn’t prove anything more that you allowed a “rookie wrestler” get under your skin and make a fool out of you James. Outside of this industry we’ve sat down and had various conversations, things that would help Shane Kast grow and form into a better wrestler. I have tested myself against countless people who have proven no more than a challenge that knocking Lightning’s teeth down his throat the first time I stepped into the PPW ring.
James smirks a little
JS: Indeed we have. So why start taking shots at a man who has never disrespected you? That's a rookie mistake, Mr. Kast.
SK: Disrespect! James your beginning to sound like an old man who needs a hearing aid…
Shane laughs almost as if he is joking with Spyder now.
JS: And you've sounded like a sniveling spoiled child for the past month. As if you soiled your diaper.
James says this without so much as a trace of a smile.
SK: Harsh words James… things that are nothing more that that James words… I didn’t come here to trade insults, and like I said before if I wanted to disrespect you I would have said a lot more painful words to get your attention.
JS: Then get to the point, prick. Let's hear what you've got to say.
James keeps a firm stare narrowed at Kast.
SK: You offered the world a gauntlet match James… I was going to wait until then to step up to your challenge, I was going to wait until then to get a true challenge. But it seems to me you have been slipping as of late, like come on the unbeatable team of James Spyder and Colin Zale defeated at the hands of the retiree Tre Crawford and Riddick Andrews. You needed to be spiced up James… you needed Shane Kast as much as Shane Kast needed you, yet I have come to the realization that maybe just maybe Kast doesn’t need James Spyder. I want you in the ring James… I want you one on one in that ring… I want your Bloodgames Championship and I want the true test that Shane Kast is more than the so-called rookie fluke!
James smiles and allows a raspy chuckle escape him.
JS: Well, that's too bad, Shane. I'm giving up the Bloodgames Championship to find better gold. If you wanna meet me up in the big boys division, feel free. Until then, good luck with your TV Title.
SK: It isn’t about the respect I have for you James or the disrespect that you believe I have given, its about proving a point to you and the rest that seem to doubt me and that is the so-called rookie pup can take out PPW Legends… I’m taking my fame now James I was here while you were away, I was slaving away making this company stay a float while James Spyder sat at home on his ass… it will be James Spyder Vs. Shane Kast you’ll only dodge the bullet for so long before I make it a reality.
James stares directly into Shane Kast's eyes.
JS: Ask and ye shall receive, Shane. James Spyder Vs. Shane Kast... You've got it, kid.
Shane chuckles…
SK: Finish your business with Crawford, Andrews and Zale… then James we’ll stare across the ring from each other. Until then my friend I have two final things to say to you number one good luck with the world title hunt. And secondly…
Shane leans in almost as if he is whispering something into James’s ear.
SK (faintly): Fear isn’t an option James, I want you one hundred percent!
Cuts back to ringside.
MID-CARD
MAIN EVENT
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Harmony Taylor vs. CJ Maxwell
DM: In just a few moments, we will see the lately bizarre CJ Maxwell taking on Harmony Taylor. God only knows what could happen in this one.
JB: I'll predict that Maxwell's going to get this one. He's weird, but damnit, I love him.
"Bitch" by Sevendust rings out in the arena. Harmony Taylor makes her way out to the ring, a flirtatious strut as she walks down the ramp. She climbs onto the apron and enters the ring through the middle and bottom ropes. She struts around the ring and leans against the ropes, waiting for her opponent. A brief silence fills the arena.
JB: She looks beautiful, Donovan! But, I still think Maxwell will win... unless she flashes him.
DM: Interesting...
"Rocket Science" by the Pimps blares out as a purple light pulsates in the arena, almost like an eerie siren. CJ Maxwell makes his way down to the ring, every so often giving a paranoid glance over his shoulder. He finally gets to the ring and rolls under the ropes. He then stands and stares at Harmony Taylor with shifty eyes.
DM: Well, that was nothing less than a strange entrance by CJ Maxwell.
JB: I dig his music, though. Cool entrance music.
The bell rings and Maxwell stares distantly at his opponent. Harmony slowly makes her way toward Maxwell. She cautiously approaches him, unsure of what he may do. He suddenly snaps and goes for a clothesline. Out of pure luck, Harmony ducks under just in time. She turns and is hit with a huge clothesline from Maxwell. She almost backflips, but lands on the back of her neck.
DM: Christ, Maxwell clotheslined her out of her shoes!
Maxwell pulls Harmony up to her feet and whips her into the ropes, sprinting right behind her and clotheslining her over the top rope. This time she does backflip right out of the ring. Maxwell rolls out of the ring and picks Harmony up once more as the ref makes a ten count. Harmony fights back and hits a knife-edged chop on Maxwell's chest. She immediately follows up, jumping up and nailing Maxwell with a hurricanrana. By this time the ref has gotten to five... six... Harmony climbs into the ring, then rolls back out.
JB: Huh... Harmony's showing heelish style in there... who'd have thunk it?
DM: She just wants to keep the advantage on Maxwell here, Jesy...
JB: Think so?
Harmony runs toward Maxwell, and is hit with a drop toe hold into the steel steps! She hits face first and falls to her back. Maxwell pulls her up by her hair and rolls her into the ring.
JB: That's Harmony's own fault for trying too hard to get the advantage on Maxwell.
DM: Well, maybe her fault for being too eager, anyway...
Maxwell rolls in after her and applies a butterfly lock. Harmony struggles to get out of the ring, but CJ locks it in tighter.
DM: Harmony's having trouble even recovering from that headshot into the steel steps, let alone this submission hold.
JB: She's also having trouble recovering from the cumshot that I gave her before the match.
DM: Jesy... you've been cut off.
Harmony finally reaches the ropes and grabs on for dear life, forcing the ref to break the hold. Maxwell's eyes bulge from his head as he seems to lock the hold in tighter, saliva dripping from his lips. The ref makes the five count and then finally pushes Maxwell off Harmony to break the hold. Maxwell stands and stares directly into the ref's eyes. The ref stares back, asking Maxwell what the hell is wrong with him. Maxwell only looks over his shoulder with a paranoid look, then leans over and slaps Harmony across the face.
DM: What the hell is wrong with CJ? He should have been disqualified just now!
JB: Shut up, Donovan, he's doing what it takes to win. If Spyder is smart, he'll be taking notes. I have a feeling Maxwell may end up earning a world title shot if Spyder becomes Champ.
In the ring, Maxwell puts the boots to Harmony, then finally allows her to get up. He goes to kick her in the abdomen, but Harmony catches his foot. As quick as Harmony caught his foot, Maxwell leaps up and enziguri's Harm right in the back of the head. Harmony sees stars and falls face first to the canvas. The crowd release a chorus of oohh's as Harmony falls to the mat. Maxwell rolls her over and makes the cover... One... Two... Kickout from Harmony.
DM: That was a helluva kick from CJ Maxwell.
JB: I'm surprised it didn't knock little Harmony Taylor out cold.
Maxwell pulls Harmony up and whips her into the ropes again, this time Harmony stretches out and hits a flying cross body. Maxwell rolls backwards and lands on top of her! He hooks the leg. One... Two... Th- No! Harmony kicks out again.
JB: Almost backfired on Harmony. Smart thinking from CJ Maxwell, baby!
DM: No doubt about that one. Harmony almost defeated herself with that move.
Both opponents stand and Harmony's the first to get a shot in, hitting Maxwell with another knife-edged chop. And another! Maxwell goes to clothesline her. She ducks again, this time hitting a picture perfect neckbreaker. She makes the cover. 1... 2.. Kickout by Maxwell. Harmony follows up and tries to apply the camel clutch. Maxwell proves too strong and breaks out of it. Before Maxwell can get to his feet, Harmony kicks him right in the face, knocking him down to the mat after the smack of her foot connects with his cheekbone.
DM: MY GOD! Maxwell's eyes are glazed over from that shot!
JB: What a cheap shot! Ring the damn bell, ref!
Harmony makes the cover. One... two... Kickout again by Maxwell. Maxwell slowly gets to his feet, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and his eyes nearly pop out of his head as he slowly glares up at Harmony. Harmony stares back at him, her eyes locked on his. He snaps and tackles her, throwing rights and lefts into her face. He pulls her to her feet and whips her hard into the turnbuckle. She hits it with intense impact and bounces off, landing face first onto the ring. She holds her back in pain, but is soon interrupted by Maxwell, who lifts her up to her feet, then picks her up into a body press. He launches her body out of the ring and nearly a quarter of the way up the entrance ramp, where she smacks the metal and rolls like a ragdoll.
DM: Oh my god...
JB: YES! That was awesome!
DM: Oh my god... Harmony Taylor could be hurt bad, Jesy...
JB: Good! I want Maxwell to win this!
DM: Jesy, CJ Maxwell has absolutely lost his damn mind. I don't think anyone knows what's going on with him, and you come and applaud his absurd actions?
JB: That would be the case, yes...
DM: You're disgusting...
JB: I know. Envy me.
The referee begins the ten count after recovering from the shock of what he had just seen. Maxwell crawls out of the ring with an eerie look in his eye. He grins from ear to ear as he approaches the seemingly lifeless body of Harmony Taylor. He pulls her up by her hair again and puts her head between his legs, then lifts her into a piledriver.
DM: He would NOT!
JB: Oh hell yes he would! Do it Maxwell!
As if on cue, CJ jumps and hits a devastating jumping piledriver on the steel ramp, driving Harmony's head into it. Her head bounces and she falls onto her back, with her eyes shut, unconscious. Maxwell drags her to the ring and rolls her body in. He rolls in himself then looks over his shoulder. He stops for a moment and stares out across the sea of fans surrounding him. He turns around to the sea on the other side of the arena. He seems to lose his mind as he scowls at everyone. As if motivated by it, he slams the boots to Harmony. He picks her up, but is soon dropped down by a desperation low blow from Harmony. She connects with an evenflow style DDT.
JB: Oh, bullshit! That was another cheap shot! Wake up, ref!
DM: Desperation maneuver by Harmony Taylor. She's got to be out of it, though, Jesy. She probably doesn't even know where she is!
Both Harmony and CJ are laid out in the ring. Maxwell is the first to get up just as Harmony is getting to her knees. He grabs her by her arm and whips her into the ropes. She bounces off, ducks a clothesline, bounces again, ducks under another clothesline, bounces once more and nails a spinning heel kick that levels CJ Maxwell, knocking him to the canvas. She makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout by Maxwell. Maxwell then is lifted to his feet. Kick to his midsection. She puts his head between her legs, and...
DM: Face The Music! That could be it!
JB: No fucking way!
DM: Watch your mouth, Jesy...
Maxwell is nailed by Harmony's variation of a pedigree. Instead of making the cover, however, she makes her way over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top.
DM: We could see some Con-Air here!
JB: With John Malkovich and Nicolas Cage!?
DM: ...yes, Jesy. That'd be the one.
Harmony then jumps and moonsaults into the air. However, she didn't realize that CJ Maxwell had stood to his feet. He takes a step forward and in mid-air, as Harmony is completing the moonsault, grabs her by the neck and drops down with her, nailing her with a 3/4 turn neckbreaker!
DM: Everybody's Everything!!!
JB: Oh my god, what a nice counter by CJ Maxwell!
Maxwell makes the cover. One... Two.... Three! CJ Maxwell wins by pinfall!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - CJ Maxwell
DM: That was a bizarre match between Harmony Taylor and CJ Maxwell, Jesy. And what an exclamation point made by CJ Maxwell.
JB: Spyder better be taking notes, I'm telling you, because although CJ Maxwell is out of his mind right now, I guaran-damn-tee you that he knows exactly what he's doing in that ring.
MATCH 5
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Verafai Omega vs. Little Lewis
DM: This should be a great match.
JB: You act as if you know what you are talking about.
DM: I do know what I am talking about.
"Bitch" by Sevendust blares throughout the arena. Out through the curtains walks Harmony Taylor. She’s dressed in casual wear. She walks down to the ring and is handed a microphone.
DM: What’s this all about, Harmony Taylor’s match isn’t up now is it?
JB: You are so dumb Donovan. She’s out here to somehow make this match entertaining. Maybe she’ll lap dance for me!
DM: I doubt it.
HT: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing your special ring announcer as appointed by CEO Dinucci, Harmony Taylor!
The crowd starts to cheer at just the sight of Harmony Taylor. The statement just topped it all off.
HT: And now your special outside enforcer for the upcoming match. From Dallas, Texas he is your new TV Champion and my boyfriend, The Dark Lotus!
The Dark Lotus walks down to the ringside to the tunes of "Welcome To The Jungle" by Guns ‘N Roses. He’s wearing a black The Dark Lotus…Welcome To The Jungle T-Shirt and a pair of jeans. He steps up into the ring and walks over to Harmony and gives her a kiss before jumping out of the ring and onto the floor.
"Head Over Feet" by Alanis Morisette blasts into the arena.
HT: Making he’s way to the ring, from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 192 pounds, LITTLE LEWIS!
Little Lewis comes out with a big grin; afterall he's living his dream. He slaps the hands of the fans who like watching him as he walks to the ring. Double L rolls under the ropes. Once he gets to the ring he does a 'kip up' to get back to his feet.
DM: Who is this guy?
JB: I don't know but I like him against Omega.
"Can’t Keep" by Pearl Jam splits the airwaves.
HT: And he’s opponent, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 242 pounds, he is a former PPW Champion and a PPW Hall of Famer, VERAFAI OMEGA!
DM: Let's get this match started!
The bell sounds and the match is about to commence, and the wrestlers start to come near each other.
JB: And it's started. You happy now. I hope Lewis makes up for Omega's lack of talent.
Lewis starts the match with some quick punches. Then he attempts a suplex but it is reversed into a DDT.
DM: That’s great work from Verafai Omega.
Omega gets back to his feet quickly, looking down at Little Lewis. Omega just grabs the back of Lewis’ head and sits on his back. Little Lewis begins to fight back. They begin to roll around in the ring with Omega on top of Little Lewis. Omega tries to go for a sleeper but Lewis grabs the ropes and the ref breaks them off. The fans then begin to boo loudly. Omega then waits for Lewis to get to his feet. Omega gives Lewis a hard knee to the stomach and picks him in position for the Omega Device. Omega then looks to the crowd with Lewis in position for his finisher. Lewis then begins to fight back getting down to his feet and taking Omega down with a DDT.
JB: For a minute there I thought Omega was about to end this thing already.
DM: That was very impressive.
Lewis then goes over to the turnbuckle and begins to climb to the top rope, as he squats down and waits for Omega to get to his feet. Lewis goes for a cross body, but Omega is able to catch Lewis in mid air, in perfect position for the Omega Device, throwing him down to the mat! Omega then crawls over Lewis.
DM: He is going to end this one! He just hit Omega Device.
1…
JB: No f’n way!
DM: It’s going to be over!
…2…
The Dark Lotus runs over to the side of the ring and pulls the referee out just as his hand was about to hit the mat for a third time. The referee starts pointing and screaming at Lotus, but Lotus kicks him in the gut and delivers a thunderous powerbomb.
DM: The Dark Lotus just pulled the referee out of the ring, this one should be over dammit!
JB: Whatever the case, he just gave the referee one hell of a Lotus Pod.
Inside the ring, Omega is furious. He picks Lewis up but Lewis counters and rolls Omega up into a schoolboy. The Dark Lotus looks around at the crowd who starts to cheer. Lotus rips off his shirt to reveal a referee’s shirt. He slides into the ring to count the cover.
1.2.
DM: The Dark Lotus just tried to screw Verafai Omega with a quick count.
JB: But the guts and determination of Omega saved him then. This Dark Lotus is a jerk, someone get him out of here.
DM: Apparently he’s the official referee now.
Little Lewis stands up with a huge grin on he’s face. He looks out into the crowd and signals for A Little More Action. He runs towards the corner and jumps up onto the top rope. He jumps off and does a 450-degree front somersault and lands on Verafai. Lewis goes for the cover.
1…2…
DM: Verafai kicked out, what tenacity.
Little Lewis goes for another cover out of frustration.
1…2…
Verafai Omega kicks out once again. Omega stands up; Lewis is already standing in the corner. Omega turns around as Lewis runs out of the corner, he jumps through the air with a cross body, Omega rolls through, and Lewis rolls through again!
DM: A double counter sends both men to the outside…
Lewis lands on top of Omega, hardly a massive crushing weight but enough to take the wind out of Omega. Both men lie there as The Dark Lotus begins to count. Neither men move until Lotus hits 5…
DM: What a great contest, neither man has much left!
Lewis is slightly quicker than Omega getting to his fete. Omega is on his knees as Lewis climbs to the apron…
TDL: 6…
Omega reaches up and grabs Lewis’ leg…
TDL: 7…
Lewis kicks back with 2 swift shots to the head of the kneeling Verafai… Omega releases Lewis’ leg. Double L makes a quick decision, perhaps not the best one. With a hop to the middle rope, Lewis hits an Assai Mooonsault on Omega!
TDL: 8…
Neither man move for a moment, the move taking a lot out of the already drained Double L…
TDL: 9…
Lewis gets to his knees and reaches up the apron.. He pulls himself to his feet but not in time…
TDL: 10! Ring the bell!
Lewis rolls into the ring a second too late… Omega is still down on the outside after a hard fought match…
DM: What a match, I cannot believe that these 2 men pushed each other so far!
Omega begins to regain consciousness as Lewis gets his breath. Omega gets to his knees and looks up at Double L as he nods in Verafai Omega’s direction and leaves the ring.
MATCH ENDS IN A DOUBLE COUNTOUT
We head backstage to the office of PPW co-owner Johnny Dinucci. Inside the office we see the C.E.O. sat at his desk, a huge smile creeping across his face. He picks up the phone and begins to dial.
JD: Hello, Quentin? Yo it's Johnny...
Dinucci goes silent as Barnes answers him.
JD: No, not Knoxville...
Again, silence from JD.
JD: No, not Rotten either...
Dinucci is beginning to look annoyed with Barnes.
JD: No, DINUCCI, y'know, co-owner of PP- friggin'-W?!
The crowd in Wrigley Field erupt in laughter at Dinucci's expense.
JD: Anyway, the reason I'm calling you is to let you know that Shane Kast has been injured here tonight... Yeah, yeah it's pretty bad...
A smug grin infects Dinucci's face.
JD: Ooh... I'd say indefinitely... at least a month... Well I know, but luckily, Lotus won the match... so he's our new champion, unless Slayne beats his ass in a couple of minutes...
The crowd boo at the mention of Demonio's name.
JD: Ok, Barnes... Yep, see ya.
Dinucci puts down the phone and laughs out loud as Mike Melling enters the room.
MM: Did you tell him?
JD: Oh hell yeah...
Melling chuckles.
MM: Did he buy it?
Dinucci stands up from his chair and approaches Melling, tapping him on the back.
JD: Hook... line... and sinker...
The two men laugh as the camera fades out.
DM: What a pack of bullshit!
JB: What?
DM: Dinucci told Barnes a pack of lies! Kast isn't injured, Dinucci suspended him! That rotten bastard!
MATCH 6
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
PPW TV CHAMPIONSHIP
The Dark Lotus (c) vs. Slayne Demonio
Slayne stalks out onto the ramp as the riffs from "Downfall" blares. Slayne makes it down to about mid-ramp puts his arm about half-way outstreched raises it to chest level and then the entrance, ramp, and ring explode in pyro.
DM: This should be an entertaining match to say the least, so much on the line for Lotus and Slayne Demonio tonight!
JB: Especially Lotus - he could lose his TV title right here tonight!
Lotus gingerly jumps back up to his feet. they lock-up in the centre of the ring, using their upper-body strength to try and win the tie-up. Lotus gets the better off Slayne Demonio and Irish Whips him in to the ropes on the right-hand-side of the ring, from camera-view.
DM: So here we go with Lotus getting the first chance to build some offensive, what will he do…?
Lotus connects with an Arm drag, knocking Slayne Demonio to the ground.
DM: …Arm drag! But Slayne Demonio quickly back to his feet, and circling the ring, with that sick smile on his face!
Lotus raises both hands in the air, offering Slayne Demonio a test of strength.
JB: Nah, I don't think Slayne Demonio'll take Lotus's up on his offer here, I think he suspects some foul-thinking.
DM: Maybe Jesy…
Slayne Demonio considers Lotus's offer, and looks to the crowd…they begin boo as he hesitates – he slowly raises his arms to meet with Lotus's.
Both men eventually lock hands, and start to push against each other, trying to gain some much-needed advantage in the early-goings of this match.
However, Slayne Demonio quickly gets bored, and kicks Lotus in the stomach.
DM: Oh come on! Sneak shot by Slayne Demonio!
JB: That's the way to play the game, Michaels!
As Lotus is folded over, Slayne Demonio runs off the ropes and hits a Neckbreaker, knocking Lotus off his vertical base. Slayne Demonio then picks Lotus back up and Irish Whips him in to the ropes. On the return, Slayne Demonio delivers a Big Boot to the face of Lotus.
JB: Wow! Did you hear that impact?!
DM: Well Lotus is down on the canvas, but one thing that Slayne Demonio will have to bear in mind is that Lotus is very determined, and has proven on occasions that he will not give up, he will carry on fighting 'til there is no more fight left to give.
Slayne Demonio goes for an insulting early pin on Lotus, and as expected, a 1-count only.
Slayne Demonio continues his assault though, and gets down on his knees and proceeds to strangle Lotus, illegally, right in front of the referee's eyes.
DM: C'mon, ref! That's blatantly illegitimate!
JB: What?
DM: He's chokin' the life out him in fromt of the referee's eyes…
The referee forces Slayne Demonio to break the hold, and so he does, reluctantly.
Slayne Demonio then looks at the crowd, lapping up what he has just got away with, but the crowd simply curse him, and begin a chant of ass-hole, ass-hole!. Slayne Demonio looks back at the crowd and shouts Screw you!.
DM: Lotus's strugglin' top get his breath back after that foul play from Slayne Demonio
Slayne Demonio again picks Lotus up, but as he's doing so, Lotus hits an elbow in to Slayne Demonio’s mid-rift, causing him to release the grip he has on Lotus. Lotus follows it up with a second elbow, and a third...Slayne Demonio's grip is completely removed from Lotus.
DM: Lotus breaks free, and is gonna mount some attack now on the callous Dark Lotus!
Lotus hits a DDT on Slayne Demonio, shooting him to the ground for the first time in quite some time in this contest. Lotus drops an elbow. He then goes for a pin fall…
1…2…kick-out by Slayne Demonio after 2.
Lotus grabs Slayne Demonio by his long, black hair, and delivers a punch between the eyes, causing Slayne Demonio to reel on the spot. Lotus then runs off the ropes…
DM: He picks up Slayne Demonio and nails a Spinebuster! And a beauty!
Slayne Demonio is down again – Lotus goes for another pin attempt.
1…2…kick-out by Slayne Demonio again.
JB: C'mon Slayne Demonio! Don't let this mid-carder beat your ass up!
DM: Lotus's no mid-carder, Jesy… he's the TV champion, and possibly a future World champion!
JB: We'll see, Michaels…
Lotus picks Slayne Demonio up again, and performs a Rundown, knocking Slayne Demonio through the second rope, and on to the floor outside the ring.
JB: Here we go, this one's spilled outside the ring, Donovan…
DM: Yeah, just make sure Slayne Demonio stays away from underneath the ring, ref!
JB: Why who's under there?
DM: No-one, idiot, but Slayne Demonio's the kinda guy who wants to win at ANY cost, he may find a useful aide…
JB: Oh right…like who?
Lotus is to his feet first, and delivers a series of kicks to Slayne Demonio's chest, then picks Slayne Demonio up and whips him in to the barriers surrounding the PPW ring.
DM: Ooo…that must've hurt Slayne Demonio, did you hear the crack!
Slayne Demonio slowly returns to his feet, and is tossed into the ring by Lotus.
Lotus climbs the turnbuckle again, and attempts an Elbow Drop…Slayne Demonio managed to move his body out of the way! Lotus writhes in agony on the mat! Slayne Demonio slowly crawls towards Lotus's bruised body, and attempts a pin…
1…2…
DM: No! Lotus got a shoulder up, right on the count of 3!
Slayne Demonio clambers to his feet, and debates the decision with the referee. The referee holds up two fingers, indicating to Slayne Demonio that the count of 3 was not finished.
Slayne Demonio looks down at Lotus's body and hurls abuse at him.
JB: That fall seem to hit Lotus pretty badly, Michaels, he's more hurt than any of us first expected!
DM: It certainly looks that way, Jesy
Lotus tries to get back to his feet, but Slayne Demonio counters his move with an elbow to the kidney region. Lotus flops to the ground again.
Slayne Demonio leaves the ring and begins to look under it…and pulls out a table!!!
JB: Here we go, Michaels! It looks like Slayne Demonio's getting' ready for the Chaotic Edge!!!
DM: Surely the referee will stop Slayne Demonio from doin' this!
The referee climbs out of the ring and tries to remove the table from Slayne Demonio's grasp, but Slayne Demonio takes out the ref!
DM: Damn it! The referee's out cold, and Slayne Demonio has a table!
JB: Not good news for Lotus!
Slayne Demonio slides the table in to the ring, and sets it up in the corner. He picks Lotus up and takes him to the corner where the table is located. Slayne Demonio climbs the turnbuckle, and sets Lotus up for a Chaotic Edge!
Lotus begins to move but Slayne Demonio seems to be in some sort of trance… The crowd go wild as Slayne Demonio’s chance to become the champion seems to slip away. Lotus is suddenly up to crouched in position to nail the Devour Driver… Slayne Demonio suddenly slips out of his trance in time to feel Lotus’s arm wrap around his neck before he’s lifted up and slammed to the mat!
DM: THAT’S IT! IT’S OVER! DEMONIO MISSED HIS CHANCE!
JB: That move is incredible!
The groggy referee comes around just in time to begin to make the count…
1… 2… No!
Slayne somehow gets back to his feet, and hits a devastating Devour Driver on Lotus, then goes for the cover...
1... 2... 3! Demonio defeated TDL!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – Slayne Demonio
Slayne Demonio IS THE NEW PPW TV CHAMPION
DM: Unbelievable! We have had 3 TV champions here tonight... Shane Kast, The Dark Lotus, and now Slayne Demonio!
JB: Look whose coming down the ring now, as if we didn't expect this.From the top of the rampway, Verafai Omega makes a beeline for the ring. Before entering however he ducks down, still out of view of the Dark Lotus who remains in the ring and procures what looks like a steel crutch from underneath the ring.
DM: Well if you were wondering how long it would take Verafai to reintroduce his favourite weapon, the wait is over.
JB: I wonder if that pipe's wide enough to smoke through...
DM: That's not a pipe Jesy, it's a steel crutch.
JB: Oh...
Verafai immediately slides in the ring and lines up Lotus, Lotus turns to see Verafai swinging the object but he ducks and hits Verafai with a stiff right in the midsection, causing him to drop the weapon.
DM: Serves him right!
Lotus backs away and bounces off the ropes to gather momentum, however this allows Omega a chance to recover, as Lotus flies back toward Omega, Omega grabs the crutch and slams it into the forward running Lotus. Lotus keels over in pain, clasping at his stomach as Omega leans back and slams the crutch over his back, bringing Lotus down to the canvas.
DM: This is ridiculous, somebody get out here and stop this!
JB: Well you can't say he didn't warn him, even a blindman could have seen this coming.
DM: It doesn't make it right.
Verafai drags Lotus almost helpless body toward the ring ropes before ducking under the ring ropes once more.
DM: What the hell is he doing now?
He holds a pair of handcuffs up to the crowd with an evil gleam in his eye and grabs Lotus left hand before handcuffing it to the top rope.
DM: Oh my god, now he's a sitting duck.
JB: Reminds me of when i was a kid in one of those shooting galleries...
Verafai grabs the crutch once again and stares Lotus directly in the eye.
DM: Hey! Look who it is!
Harmony Taylor emerges at the top of the rampway and bolts down to the ring, determined to stop the onslaught. Omega sees her coming and backs up toward the middle of the ring, holding the crutch as if he was a baseballer, Harmony doesn't stop however, sliding in the ring and running at Verafai, he swings, but she ducks under and bounces off the opposite ropes, before leaping at Verafai with a dropkick that sends him sprawling onto the mat, she backs up against the ropes again as Verafai staggers to his feet, she leaps up and looks for a hurricanrana, but Verafai uses her momentum to push her airborne, bringing her down throat first on the top rope. A collective 'ooo' emerges from the crowd due to her extreme height. Caught up in the momentum they fail to notice Verafai waste no time in regathering the crutch and slamming it across the back of Harmony's head, breaking it in half!!!
DM: Oh my god!!!! I can't believe what I just witnessed, this guy is a goddamn nutjob, forget security, somebody call the police and get this psychopath put away!
Verafai grabs Harmony by the hair and drags her to the middle of the ring before looking up to the roof above and waving.
DM: What the hell is he doing?
JB: I don't know... What's that? Is that a glass box of some sort? He's making his own green room... Brilliant.
Four glass walls about two metres around and a couple of metres in height lowers to the ring and entraps Harmony as Verafai puts his hands on the glass staring at her. Amazingly, Harmony begins to stir and pulls herself to her feet.
DM: I can't believe she's up!
JB: Yeah, but she's got nowhere to go.
Harmony looks to each side, realising she's encased in glass and scowls toward Verafai Omega, Verafai motions once more to the ceiling as a hose, the width of a large vacuum drops and positions itself above the glass encasing.
DM: This was a setup, it was a setup from the beginning!
Suddenly a red ooze starts flowing out of the hose, initially knocking Harmony down, leaving her struggling to get to her feet.
DM: Oh my god! Is that... I think that's blood! Verafai Omega is covering her in blood! What a sick freak!
JB: Maybe he just thinks she looks good in red.
From just a few metres away, Lotus is frantically trying to break free of the handcuffs, however to no avail as Verafai stares at him with a twisted smile.
DM: I think he's proved his point, surely this has to stop.
JB: I don't think it's over quite yet Donny Mick.
The blood is beginning to fill to the point where the area below Harmony's midsection is completely filled and it's quickly approaching her neckline.
DM: If this keeps filling, it's going to fill above her head, she could drown in a sea of blood for christ sake!
As Donovan's fear is almost reached, Verafai suddenly motions to the ceiling again and the blood stops, just millimetres below Harmony's mouth. Verafai walks over to Lotus, just out of range and stares him in the eye, before mouthing the words 'This is your fault'. Verafai raises his arms to the sky once more as blood gushes from the hose, covering the head area of Harmony!!! Lotus is going wild, thrashing about, trying desperately to break free.
DM: Get her out of there, this has stepped way over the line!!
Verafai walks over to a corner and seats himself on the top turnbuckle, taking in his carnage as suddenly the glass begins to creak and eventually splinter as blood flows all over the ring and Harmony falls in a heaps, unconscious and exhausted. Security and emt's finally rush to the ring and attend to Harmony Taylor as Verafai brushes off security and walks backstage.
DM: I can't believe what i've jut witnessed, Verafai Omega just crossed a line I thought i'd never see crossed, I hope for his sake Harmony Taylor is ok.
MAIN EVENT
REGULAR TAG TEAM MATCH
PPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP SEMI-FINAL ROUND 2
Riddick Andrews & Colin Zale vs. Tre Crawford & James Spyder
The camera focuses in on the Purepaintron as we await the main event. An advertisement for the upcoming match is announced on the screen.
“Last week on Mutilation…” is smeared across the Purepaintron. We then see highlights of the climax of last week’s main event, where Tre Crawford pinned Colin Zale after issuing a Silencer.
“It was Tre Crawford’s turn to shine…”
The screen then shows Spyder attacking Tre with the croquet mallet after them match.
“But not without consequences.”
We then see a clip of Riddick Andrews hitting the Riddickule on Spyder.
“This week sees Riddick Andrews…”
Then we see Colin Zale attack Andrews with the Singapore Cane.
“…Teaming with Colin Zale…”
We then see Spyder being helped up by Zale.
“…To face James Spyder and Tre Crawford.”
The screen fades to black, and a silhouette of a title belt is seen.
“The PPW World Heavyweight Championship tournament – Semi Final 2”
The screen becomes empty, and the fans show their appreciation in the form of deafening cheers and chants of “We Want Blood! We Want Blood!”.
DM: We’re ready for another war, ladies and gentlemen. As if last week’s main event wasn’t exciting and dramatic enough – this week is set to be all the more exciting! Can Tre Crawford make it two in a row, surely securing his place in the Annihilation match, or will Colin Zale make amends for last week and prove to be everything we know he is?
JB: Only one way to find out, Michaels. Here we go!
The lights in the arena dim as a close up picture of the PPW title appears on the Purepaintron. A voice is heard in a soft whispering tone, saying Perfections 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 as he does “I Dont Give A Fuck” by Hed (PE) begins to play. Tre has his head down in deep concentration; Tre then 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 leaving a trail of flames shooting down the rampway.
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 removes his silver glittery robe and sunglasses following this he leans up against the corner and waits for the bell.
DM: Here is Tre Crawford, and boy does he look cocky tonight!
JB: Are you kiddin’ me? It’s Tre Crawford, the guy’s always cocky – it’s who he is!
As Tre’s entrance music fades, the fans halt their booing, and begin to cheer, as they know who will be next out of the curtain.
"Ticks and Leeches" hits up the PA System as the fans go even wilder. The bass guitar kicks in with its rhythmic tuning. The guitar cuts into a shrill tone and finally the guitar riff cuts in.
DM: Here he comes…
"SUCK AND SUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" An explosion of blue and silver pyro shoots into the air. The Purepaintron shows a screen of Spyder's face masked in blood as James Spyder steps out onto the entrance ramp, a sadistic grin plastered on his face.
JB: What an ovation for James Spyder!
He paces down to the ring, his Bloodgames championship belt strewn across his shoulder, polished and sparkling. He then enters the ring via the steps, eyeballs Tre Crawford, and releases his belt to the referee.
DM: And now for their opponents.
JB: This is gonna be great, Donovan. Already you can feel the intensity between James Spyder and Tre Crawford.
"Can't Stop" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers hits as Riddick Andrews heads out onto the ramp. The crowd explode as he makes his way to the ring. His eyes never come into contact with the crowd as if shunning the pop. He rolls into the ring and jumps to his feet, he then walks to each side of the ring, and then looks over at Tre Crawford, his partner from last week, and James Spyder, his partner for next week.
DM: And finally, Colin Zale…
“Here Comes the Pain” by Slayer thunders out through the speakers, and the crowd pause awaiting the arrival of the PPW legend. After about 30 seconds or so, Zale emerges from behind the curtain to a massive ovation. He walks to the ring with a purpose, and his eyes do not come in to contact with the fans at all. He rolls in under the bottom rope, and walks over to James Spyder, shaking his friend’s hand. He then approaches Riddick, and the two men exchange words.
JB: Did you see that?!
DM: See what, Jess?
JB: The way Colin Zale completely blanked Tre Crawford?
Michaels looks at Blue, confused.
DM: Er, no… No I didn’t see that.
JB: I’m tellin’ you, Michaels, Zale is gonna be gunnin’ for Tre in this one.
Tre Crawford and James Spyder seem to exchange a few rather unpleasantries in their corner, and eventually, Spyder retreats from the ring, leaving Tre Crawford to, surprisingly, start the match for his team.
JB: Wow… I didn’t expect to see Tre starting this match, I thought it would be Spyder…
DM: I don’t think Spyder will let Crawford manipulate him after what happened last week between Riddick and Tre…
JB: Good point.
In the other corner, Riddick and Colin rather gallantly decide between them who will start. And upon seeing that it’s Tre Crawford starting for the other team, Colin Zale opts to get things underway.
DM: And it’ll be Colin Zale for the other team! After last week’s ending this should be great!
The referee calls for the bell, and Colin Zale immediately darts towards Tre, and catches him off-guard with a deep Japanese arm drag into a standing arm bar. Tre tries to struggle free, but Colin has it locked in good. Tre eventually builds up a little momentum and forces an Irish whip, then slides under the bottom rope before Zale can reach him.
DM: Ah what a wimp! Tre just chickened out under the bottom rope.
JB: Tactics, Michaels. It’s all tactics.
Colin Zale attempts to go after Tre, but Tre jumps up on to the apron, and pulls Zale’s neck across the top rope, springing him backwards to the canvas. Tre then slides back in, and goes for a very early cover.
One…
Two…
Kick-out by Colin Zale.
DM: Tre Crawford must think he is so much better than Colin Zale. Trying to pin him after about 5 minutes… please…
JB: Hey, it’s worth a try, Michaels…
Zale gets back to his feet, but is met by a cheap low blow from Crawford!
DM: Hey!
Referee Don Henman cautions “The Perfect Weapon” for his malpractice, and then resumes the match. Tre goes over to Zale, who is almost to his feet, and hits a European uppercut. Zale goes back to ground, and Tre then hits a swift snap suplex.
JB: Tre Crawford is dominating Colin Zale here, Don.
DM: Only because he blindsided him with that cheap shot!
JB: Still… what a guy!
DM: You make me sick…
JB: So you tell me… EVERY WEEK!!!
DM: Learn from it then… ass.
Tre Crawford looks over at James Spyder and points down to Zale in a suggestive manner. Spyder looks a little reluctant.
JB: Yeah let’s see it! Let’s see James Spyder and Colin Zale, one more time!
DM: Don’t mean to interrupt Jesy, but technically it won’t be one last time… See they have to face each other next week, too.
JB: Shut up, Michaels!
Tre approaches Spyder and extends his hand, and Spyder looks around at the crowd, all of whom are cheering for Spyder to tag in and face his best friend.
DM: What are you waiting for, James! Go for it! Give the fans what they want!
Spyder still looks uncertain. As Tre stands there impatiently, he is greeted from behind by Zale with a small package!
One…
Two…
Thr-… No! Kick-out by Tre!
DM: Oh my god that was close!
JB: Colin nearly won this match for his team!
Colin then tags in his partner, Riddick Andrews, to give him a taste of the action.
DM: Here comes Riddick, Tre’s partner from last week.
Riddick wastes no time going after Crawford, hitting a series of lefts and rights. He then hits a brainbuster suplex, knocking “The Pinnacle of Perfection” to the canvas on his back.
DM: Great start by Andrews!
Riddick then goes to the top rope and hits Tre with a double underhook suplex. Tre crashes hard on the mat, and Riddick then goes for a cover.
One…
Two…
Thr-… kick-out by Crawford on the 2-count.
DM: Riddick is dominating Tre Crawford here. I think Crawford should think about tagging in James Spyder.
Tre tries to crawl over to his corner, but Riddick stops him in his tracks, then issues an evenflow DDT. He then goes for another cover…
One…
Two…
Thr-… another kick-out by Crawford.
JB: Riddick’s really taking it to Tre, Michaels.
DM: He is that, I think Tre could soon be getting pinned if he isn’t careful.
Riddick again goes after Tre, but Tre hits a drop toe hold, sending Riddick’s head thumping in to the turnbuckle. Tre then reaches out and tags in a very ready James Spyder.
DM: Here comes Spyder! Finally he’s in this match!
Spyder unloads on Riddick with a series of body punches, backing Riddick up into the corner. He then hits a two-handed chokeslam on the former TV champion, leaving him lying on his back. Spyder then goes up top and hits a missile dropkick as Riddick is getting back to his feet. With Riddick down again, James bounces off the ropes and hits a flying splash.
JB: Riddick is now being torn apart by James Spyder!
DM: Yeah, the Bloodgames champ is taking it to Andrews here…
Spyder then goes for a cover of his own…
One…
Two…
Thr-… kick-out by Riddick Andrews.
DM: Oh that was close!
Spyder can’t believe how close that cover was – he thought he had the victory. He then gets back to his feet, and lifts Riddick up by the hair. He issues a double underhook kneeling piledriver.
JB: Great impact by Spyder.
He then contemplates tagging in Tre, but refrains, and approaches Riddick once again. Riddick is ready for him though, and hits a jumping piledriver!
DM: JUMPING PILEDRIVER!!!
JB: Outta nowhere!
Riddick then sink back to the mat, looking to be holding his back. Spyder is also down after the effects of the jumping piledriver. The crowds chant uncontrollably as both men are down in the middle of the ring.
DM: Both men are down, Jesy! Who will reach their corner first?
JB: Hopefully Riddick so we can see Zale and Spyder go at it…
Riddick slowly crawls towards Colin Zale, who has his arm out impatiently waiting for the tag in. On the other side of the ring, Tre Crawford is equally enthusiastic about entering the ring. But it is Riddick who reaches his corner first, and tags in Colin Zale!
DM: IT’S ZALE VS. SPYDER!!!
JB: Thank you, Lord. I’ve waited to see this rematch for so long…
Spyder sees that Colin has been tagged in to the match, and then refrains from tagging in Tre, who is now annoyed at Spyder for rejecting his help. The two friends shake hands in the centre of the ring, and then waste no time in tearing each other apart!
DM: Here they go!
Spyder and Zale exchange rights and lefts, before Zale eventually gets the advantage, being the fresher of the two. He backs Spyder into the ropes, then issues an Irish whip. On the return, Zale goes for a clothesline, but Spyder ducks, and then hits Zale with a fallaway slam. He knows better than to attempt to pin Colin after such a move, and so opts to hit a falling neckbreaker instead. He then lifts Zale up and places him on the top turnbuckle. Spyder then climbs the turnbuckle and puts his arm around Zale’s head.
DM: Uh-oh. What’s Spyder gonna do here?
Spyder sets Zale up for a Spyder’s Bite, but Zale counters it and pushes Spyder to the canvas, face-first!
JB: Great counter by Zale!
Tre Crawford then runs along the apron and hits a running top-rope suplex on Zale!
DM: Hey! That was illegal!
Riddick sees Tre do this, and enters the ring to get him. The referee tries to prevent Andrews, but is quickly brushed aside by Tre, who darts at Riddick, hitting a spear. All 4 men now battle it out in the ring, Spyder and Riddick eventually locking horns, and Zale and Crawford doing the same. Zale tosses Tre over the top rope and on to the floor. Riddick and Spyder then battle it out, but Spyder hits Riddick with a Vertebral Snap, causing further injury to Riddick’s back.
JB: Zale and Spyder clean house! Now it’s just the two of them!
Colin Zale takes the immediate advantage and hits Spyder with the Stillborn!
DM: STILLBORN!!! ZALE HIT THE STILLBORN ON JAMES SPYDER!!!
Zale goes for the cover…
One…
Two…
Thre-… No! Tre Crawford drops a double axe handle on the back of Zale’s head, breaking up the count!
DM: No!
Tre then slides back out of the ring, and the match continues with Zale and Spyder both down in the ring. Both men crawl towards their corners, as again the fans screech aloud.
JB: This match has been even better than last week’s match, Michaels.
DM: Yes it has Jesy, it’s been fantastic.
Spyder gets to Tre first, and Tre enters the ring as Colin Zale is getting back up to his feet. Tre goes for a Silencer, but Zale ducks out of the way, then connects with another Stillborn!
DM: STILLBORN ON TRE CRAWFORD!!!
Zale then takes Tre up-top with him, and hits the Extreme F’n Headache!
DM: EXTREME F’N HEADACHE!!!
Zale then covers Tre…
One…
Two…
Three!!! It’s over!
WINNERS OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Colin Zale & Ridick Andrews
Colin Zale got the pinfall
JB: He did it! Colin Zale defeated Tre Crawford! Riddick and Zale get the victory! I can’t believe it!
RANKINGS AFTER 2 WEEKS OF TAG MATCHES:
1. Riddick Andrews - 4 pts
2. Colin Zale - 3 pts
2. Tre Crawford - 3 pts
4. James Spyder - 2 pts
DM: What a match, what a night! Tune in next week folks to see the final semi-final tag match, when Colin Zale and Tre Crawford must team up to face Riddick and Spyder! Can those teams co-exist after what has happened these past few weeks?
JB: Goodnight, folks.
FADE TO BLACK