MUTILATION RESULTS

Date: Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Venue: Dodger Stadium
Location: Los Angeles, CA

The pyrotechnics explode as Mutilation airs live form the Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles, California.

DM: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to LA! I'm Donovan Michaels alongside my co-commentator and PPW hero, Jesy Blue.

JB: How d'ya do...

DM: What a night we have in store for you this evening. First up, Adz and Undead Warrior!

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OPENING MATCH
BLINDFOLD MATCH

Adz vs. Undead Warrior

DM: Time for our first match of the evening then, Jesy. Adz versus the Undead Warrior in a Blindfold match - the firt match of its kind in PPW!

JB: Yeah and I actually worry here for Adz - I know I wouldn't like to be blinded in the ring against a guy like the Warrior...

Announcer: First coming to the ring, weighing in at 265 lbs, and hailing from London, he is Adz!!!!

The lights go out and begin to flash multicoloured. "Bring me to Life" hits and Adz slowly walks out, sauntering to the ring. The fans cheer... they love Adz!

DM: Ok, now we await the arrival of Undead Warrior...

Announcer: And now coming to the ring, his opponent in this Blindfold Match, weighing in at 280 lbs, and hailing from Yeovil, UK....Undead Warrior!!!

"Eye Of The Tiger" by Survivor slams onto the PA and Undead Warrior makes his way to the ring. He enters the ring and both men stand at opposite corners as ring attendants come from behind and blindfold them. Both men look less than happy about this situation as the ring attendants leave and the bell rings to start the match....

JB: That guy gives me the creeps, Michaels.

*DING DING*

Adz and Warrior both rush toward each other with huge clotheslines, but completely miss. The crowd laughs as they each reach the other end of the ring with no contact. Adz turns and begins to run back, but Warrior senses him and drops, putting a drop-toe-hold on Adz, and falling him into the bottom rope. Adz pops back up and Warrior keeps a feel on him, making sure he knows where Adz is. Adz shoves Warrior off and rushes him, delivering a huge clothesline and both men go down. They are now fighting heavily on the ground, clamoring for top position in between throwing blind punches...literally. Finally, Adz shoves off of Warrior and both men are standing, trying to look around and find their opponent. The ref, unworried about the match, is standing in the corner trying to hit on a ring attendant when we see Adz tilt his head back and raise the blindfold from one eye. He focuses wuickly on Warrior as he slams the blindfold down and rushes him. Adz grabs Warrior with an Adam Bomb, covering him easily for the three.....

DM: What a result!

WINNER OF THE MATCH - Adz

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MATCH 2
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH

Blaze vs. Baldur

DM: It’s debut time !

JB: You got it Donnie, tonight we see the two PPW rookies go at it tonight and they have a lot to accomplish.

DM: You got that right Jesy and we all know how hard Dinucci and Melling are to please. The winner could get another chance to impress, all the loser gets is a chance to redeem himself…and most of us can figure out what means.

JB: I shudder at the thought of it.

First, every light goes off, then red fog covers the arena. As the music plays red lights slowly come on. When the arena is full of red fog, yellow lasers come from the top and bottom of the PPW tron for Blaze to walk through. He walks down the ramp, then fire bursts from the edge of the ramp until he is done walking the ramp, he enters the ring by sliding under the rope, and runs to one of the corners and raise's both fists and cameras flash uncontrollably, then does the same at one of the other corners.

DM: That entrance certainly has flair Jesy.

JB: That’d rule at parties Donnie. Can you imagine how many chicks he’d get with that lightshow ?! I gotta get one of those for my place.

DM: Is that all you ever think about Jesy ?

JB: No, but it counts for a lot. It’s right up there with food, wrestling and my favorite medicinal substan

DM: Hold it Jesy…this is a family show. You can’t talk about the last one on PPW Television.

JB: Why not ? It’s…

He gets interrupted by the arena lights cutting to a dim orange as the electronic drones of "Feeble Screams from Forests Unknown" by Burzum begin to play over the speaker system. The orange begins to grow darker and sways over the audience like rays of heat. Baldur makes a simple, medium-paced stride towards the ring, all while the light goes darker. Baldur reaches the centre of the ring, the light has reached a crimson red and the music has grown to a deafening volume, it all seems in anticipation of something when everything dies. The lights go out, the music turns off.

JB: Just imagine how much…

DM: JESYYY!! Remember what I just said ?

JB: Oh yeah…sorry.

Baldur and Blaze walk to center ring and look each other over for a moment and then lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. The two men push back and forth for a moment or two before Baldur uses his height and weight advantage to lock Blaze into side headlock. He wrenches the move for a moment before driving a knee into Blaze’s chin, snapping his head back. He uses the momentum to spin his arms around and slam Blaze down onto the back of his head with a modified inverted DDT. He rolls through the move and stands up, dropping a pair of elbows across his throat.

DM: Baldur’s off to a strong start.

JB: I wonder if Blaze was…you know…before the match. He seems a bit sluggish to me…and I should know.

DM: I wouldn’t even venture a guess Jesy.

Baldur stands Blaze up and double underhooks him, pulling him up and dropping him back to the mat with a smooth suplex. He immediately pops to his feet and looks down at Blaze before lying boots to him a few times. Seeing that the boots are having a minimal effect on Blaze, Baldur bends down to pull Blaze back up but never gets the chance as he is met with a fist to the chin half way down. The fist lands with a loud crack and Baldur stumbles back, momentarily stunned. The referee warns Blaze not to hit with an open fist and he nods his head in understanding. He runs at Baldur and super kick’s him, knocking him back into the turnbuckle. Baldur bounces off it and stumbles back towards center ring, straight into a belly to belly suplex.

DM: Blaze has gotten the momentum to swing firmly his way and Baldur looks more than a little taken off guard.

JB: Sho’ you right !

DM: What ?

JB: I saw it in a movie once…

As Donovan looks at Jesy and shakes his head in confusion Blaze pulls Baldur back up and slams him back down onto the mat with a spinebuster followed by a chain of four powerbombs. Baldur lands hard on the last one and looks to be out of it. Blaze reacts to it by ascending the turnbuckle and leaping off, impacting on Baldur with a moonsault. He rolls over and hooks Baldur’s leg and the referee leaps down to make the count.

DM: He might have him here Jesy.

JB: Nope…Baldur just kicked out at two. Blaze has a little more work to do.

Blaze backs up a couple of steps and crouches down, waiting for Baldur to get up. Baldur stands up and Blaze grabs him for another spinebuster. He lifts him up and bends to drive him down but Baldur wraps an arm around his head and counters the move into a modified Impact DDT. Both men hit the mat hard and neither moves for a moment. Finally Baldur crawls over to Blaze and throws an arm across his chest. The referee drops to administer the count.

DM: No ! Only a one and a half !

JB: Baldur is going to have to work him over a little harder than that.

Baldur pulls Blaze up and smashes him with a short armed clothesline, following it by pulling him back up by the arm and turning him over before dropping him into a painful looking shoulder breaker. Blaze noticeably winces at it and drops onto his back holding onto his shoulder. Baldur pulls him back up and proceeds to hit him with a sequence of shoulder blocks to his shoulder followed by five very stiff looking shoulder wrenches. He pulls Blaze back up and locks him into a standing arm bar, turning the move over and dropping it into a modified arm breaker across his shoulder.

DM: Baldur definitely has turned that left shoulder into a weak spot now.

JB: Yep and he’s working it over well.

Baldur keeps his grip on Blaze and spins mightily, throwing Blaze outward before violently snapping him back and wrenching his shoulder. The move has an obvious effect on Blaze, whose face contorts into a look of utter agony. Baldur once again spins around; this time using the momentum to whip Blaze viciously into the turnbuckle. Blaze slams hard onto his shoulder and bounces off, clutching at it in excruciating pain. Baldur grabs him again and wraps an arm around his head before hauling him up into a hanging vertical suplex.

DM: There’s Ragnarok Jesy ! It looks like Baldur wants to end this match soon.

He holds the move for a few moments before dropping backwards and slamming Blaze down hard onto the mat causing the entire ring to shake violently. He immediately stands up and kicks Blaze in the shoulder a couple of more times before grabbing his arm and twisting it at the wrist, locking in a standing arm bar. He looks down at Blaze and smiles before throwing himself backwards and pulling back roughly on the arm as he wraps his legs around it, burying both of his heels into Blaze’s shoulder. Blaze immediately begins to yell in pain but tries to fight it.

DM: What a nasty version of a Fujiwara armbar ! He has both of his heels dug into Blaze’s already damaged shoulder. Blaze has to tap out soon or face permanent damage to his shoulder.

JB: There he goes Donnie ! He’s tapping !

Sure enough, after fighting the hold for what looks like an eternity he finally lifts his hand and stars violently slapping the mat, signifying his submission to the hold. The referee sees it and immediately calls for the bell.

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY SUBMISSION - Baldur

DM: Baldur has done it, he’s won his debut match by submission with that vicious looking armbar variation !

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MATCH 3
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

Johnny Pyro vs. Shadow vs. Ace Borger

DM: What a night this is going to turn out to be, we're on the third match in the card next.

JB: That's right, we have a triple threat match between Johnny Pyro, Shadow and Ace Borger. Shadow got his ass kicked last time he was in the ring with two other guys.

The lights in the arena go out and red sirens start to flash everywhere. "Favorite Son" by Green Day slams onto the PA as the fans cheer violently for "The Sniper" Ace Borger. Ace walks into the entranceway and out onto the ramp, in his left hand propped over his shoulder is a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. Dressed in his ring gear, a pair of Oakley's on his face, he slowly removes them and scans the crowd as they continue to cheer for him. Whipping the sunglasses into the crowd he raises the bat into the air and makes his way to the ring.

DM: Ace Borger will be looking to add to his wins total tonight.

"Fire" by Alice Cooper hits as the top of the ramp explodes in fire, with the ramp being lined in fire. As the fire at the top of the ramp dies down, Johnny Pyro steps out onto the ramp, the hood of his hoody over his head. He struts cockily down the ramp and rolls into the ring.

DM: Johnny Pyro, despite not much popularity with the fans, has won a fair few matches.

JB: Yeah, and lost more.

The crow begins to play as a little child begins to speak the lights go out and smoke begins to build up around the enterance way doors as a dark shadow begins to walk out from the smoke above and begins to slowly walk to the ring as he gets to the ring he jumps to the top of the ring posted and kneels onto the ring post like a crow with a sadistic smile.

DM: Shadow is going to want to pull back from the defeat he suffered last time.

JB: Yeah, he can try, try...

The bell rings, Ace Borger and Johnny Pyro charge at one another, Ace Borger sends Pyro down to the mat with a big time clothesline which receives a roar of approval from the fans. Borger turns just in time to see Shadow making a swift move on him. Borger clotheslines down Shadow also, picks him up and launches him over the top rope.

Borger turns around and receives a fist in the gut from Pyro, Ace doubles over and Pyro takes advantage with a DDT. Johnny Pyro gives Ace Borger a few boots to the head before pulling him up. Pyro grabs a hold of Ace and attempts to whip him into the ropes, however, the big man is more powerful and eaay reverses the move, Pyro flies into the ropes, knocking Shadow back to the outside and comes back to get a boot in the face from Ace Borger. Ace Borger goes for an early cover.

1..tw... Pyro kicks out.

DM: Ace Borger really taking control in the beginning of this matchup.

JB: Yeah but he attempted that one too early.

Borger pulls Pyro up and sends him head first into the corner, Borger begins raining blows down on the head of Johnny. Shadow sneaks into the ring as Borger and Pyro are otherwise occupied, Shadow goes to ground and yanks Ace's legs from beneath him, Ace crashes forward headfirst into Pyro then slides down. Pyro wobbles out of the corner, dazed and receives a kick to the gut followed by a DDT from Shadow.

DM: Thought we were going to see Shadow attempt to finish this early on here.

Shadow walks back over to where Borger is laid and begins to lay the boot in, Shadow drags Borger away from the ropes and applies an ankle lock. The referee goes down to check on Borger but there is no need as Pyro launches a knee to Shadow's head, breaking the lock. Pyro performs an elbow drop on Shadow, pulls him up and sends him over to the turnbuckle with some force.

Pyro turns around and drags Borgir up, tying his arms in the ropes. Pyro launches himself off the opposite set of ropes and comes hurtling towards Ace, Pyro lifts both feet off the ground, turns and performs a spinning heel kick on Borgir, sending him flying over the top rope.

DM: What force displayed by Pyro!

JB: Yeah, I'm impressed!

On the other side of the ring Shadow slips outside and goes around to a fallen Ace Borger, Shadow begins laying the boot in to the head and ribcage area of Ace. Pyro stands on the inside, taking a breather.

JB: Good tactic.

Borger begins to get to his feet and exchanges right hands with Shadow, Shadow looks to be winning until Borger is more-or-less verticle, Borger begins to dominate, but the crowd gasp as Pyro comes hurtling over the top rope, Borger is met by the impact of Pyro, yet it almost seems as if Borger was too relaxed. Borger folds almost instantly, 'bouncing' Pyro past him and face down on the guard-rail.

DM: Jesus, that's gotta hurt!

Shadow is already taking advantage of the situation by stomping on Borger again. Shadow rolls in the ring to break the count and comes back outside. Shadow grabs a hold of Pyro's leg, hoists it upwards and drives the knee down into the concrete, Shadow pulls Pyro up and rolls him back into the ring. Shadow forces a hurting Borger over to the steal steps and smashes his head against it twice, members of the audience wincing as he does so.

JB: Shadow could actually win this thing.

Shadow rolls under the bottom rope and heads towards Pyro who is trying to stand up on his knee. Pyro staggers backwards a little and Shadow leads into him with a fierce right hand to the head, Shadow pushes Johnny into the ropes and whips him off them, Pyro comes back to be met with an outstanding dropkick by Shadow which sends him crashing down to the mat. Shadow gets up and notices Borger has just crawled in under the bottom rope, narrowly escaping the 10 count outside the ring. Shadow almost jumps on the head of Borger and rolls him back to the hard floor with his boot.

DM: I can't believe how Shadow just took control of this matchup.

JB: Right time, right place.

DM: Maybe you're right.

JB: Maybe? There are occasions when I am not right?

DM: ...

Shadow turns to face a limping Johnny Pyro, Shadow gives him a kick to the gut.

DM: Darkness Falls?

Shadow delivers an Evenflow DDT.

DM: Darkness Falls!

Shadow goes for the pin fall.

1...2....thr...

DM: Somehow, somehow Borger got back in the ring and stopped the count. I bet he had to reach deep down to pull that one off.

Pyro rolls away from the other two combatants and tries to get to his feet. Shadow and Ace Borger begin exchanging fists once more, Borger catches Shadow off guard as he thrusts the side of his leg into Shadow's mid-section. Shadow doubles over and Ace takes the initiative. Ace pulls Shadow towards him and lifts him up for a powerbomb, the impact makes the ring shake.

JB: Whoa!

Borger wastes no time in dragging Shadow back to his feet, Borger sends Shadow off the ropes, goes off the ones at the other side of the ring and performs a flying clothesline, bring Shadow down to the mat with a bang. Borger drags a limp looking Shadow up once more and attempts another powerbomb, Borger has Shadow above his head when Pyro gets to his feet.

JB: It's Pyro! What's he gonna do?!

Borger notices the danger, waits for Pyro and literally drops Shadow on hi shead.

JB: Nothing at all!

Borger pulls Pyro from beneath Shadow and flings him to the outside by his head.

Borger drags up Shadow, who barely looks to be moving and takes him over to the corner. Borger places Shadow on the top turnbuckle and goes up after him.

JB: This could be the end.

DM: It certainly could.

Borger grabs hold of Shadow and delivers the Cradle of Death, Borgir rolls over onto his opponent and goes for the pinfall.

1..2...3

JB: Pyro tried to break the count but he was just too slow!

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Ace Borger

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We head back stage where Mike Melling is walking back to his office. He briefly chats to one or two backstage workers. He enters his office and flicks the light switch. No light comes on, he turns to leave the room but the lights in the hallway also cut out.

Voice: What's wrong Mike?

MM: What the h... Who is that?!

Voice: Are you afraid? Are you scared... Alone?

MM: Who the hell is that!?

Voice: Can you not tell? Can you not hear these shackles upon the table? Can you not hear my chains on the ground as I walk? Can you not see through the darkness into the fire that fills my eyes? Can you see nothing that isn't placed directly in front of you!?

MM: Riddick...

RA: Precisely... You can be very astute when, just like everything else in your life, the facts are presented to you on a silver platter. The facts still remain Mike... I still do not like what is going on... I do not like that Colin has the upper hand on me... I dispise the arrogance he shows in casting aside the "message" I sent to him 2 weeks ago... I hate the way that he casts me as your lap dog when in truth I am shackled by your intentions... Remember Mike, I listen to just 1 master... And he could get very angry and turn me onto you very, very quickly...

MM: Who the hell is this master anyway? You'd do well to remember which side your bread is buttered Riddick... Remember just who can get you what you want!

RA: Speak not of my master for you know not what power he does posess... You shall fear him in time... You will fear him in time... You will know him and cower in front of him... And when you do, I shall be there to laugh... At your expense...

Riddick begins to laugh out loud... The lights suddenly return and the laughing is gone. A single chain lies on Melling's desk where the voice was coming from but Riddick is not seen.

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MID-CARD MAIN EVENT
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH

Lightning vs. Shane Kast

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MATCH 5
TABLE MATCH
PPW TV CHAMPIONSHIP

Riddick Andrews (c) vs. Vregen Kristi

DM: It’s almost Main Event time Jesy !

JB: Right you are Donnie, but first we have a huge match that could seriously effect matters going in to Conquest !

DM: Right you are Jesy ! Should Vregen pull off the upset tonight and claim the Television title how will that effect Conquest and whatever plans that John Dinucci and Mike Melling have for it ?

JB: I dunno Donnie, but we could see the ball get rolling tonight.

Neither man gets the chance to continue speaking because they get cut off by the opening sounds of “Girls and Boys” by Fear Cult. The lights go down and the video package begins, a moment later four red spotlight focus onto the stage, centering in one place. As they do so smoke begins to pour up from the stage, totally obscuring it. After a few moments of this a black form suddenly materializes from it, standing motionlessly inside the smoke and lights as the anticipation builds. Once the anticipation gets to a fever pitch the figure steps out and drops its head towards the ramp way. Finally the figure raises its head and scowls out over the crowd, beginning the walk down to the ring. Vregen finally reaches the ring and climbs up the steps, stepping under the ropes and into center ring where stands awaiting the Television Champion.

DM: That’s certainly an impressive entrance by Vregen Kristi.

JB: Speaking of impressive, here comes our TV Champion !

"Can't Stop" by The Red Hot Chili Peppers hits as Riddick heads out onto the ramp. The crowd explodes 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 with a bird flipped in the crowd’s direction and the PPW Television Title held overhead in his other hand. He finally drops back to the canvas and hands the TV Title to the referee and then looks at Vregen and smirks arrogantly at her.

DM: Look at him ! He’s so arrogant ! He should keep in mind who she beat last week. On top of that you have to wonder if he remembers that this is a Table Match. I don’t think she’d have any problem putting him through a table.

JB: Personally I think she got the better end of the deal… at least she gets a Title shot.

Suddenly “Reload” by Rob Zombie cues up and Colin Zale walks out onto the ramp, holding his arms into the air to a tremendous ovation. He walks down to the ring, slapping hands with fans on the way by and walks around to the announcers table, taking a moment to look up at Riddick and smirk at him before continuing on and sitting down on the far side of Jesy, next to Donovan.

DM: Welcome Colin. Are you here to scout out Riddick ?

CZ: Hey Donovan, zup Jesy. Yeah, I figured I’d get a free look at the little prick.

JB: You really don’t like him very much do you ?

CZ: As I said before Jesy I don’t appreciate his attitude about the business. You and I had our issues while you were still wrestling, but at least you worked your way up. He’s had it all handed to him.

JB: It sounds like you’re a little jealous Colin.

CZ: Don’t kid yourself Jesy. As a veteran who earned his place in the business through ten years of beating myself up I watch guys like him walk in and kiss ass to get to the top. I think I have a right to be disgusted by it, especially when the kid has the talent to make it to the top the right way. I just want to impart an appreciation for the business in him.

Riddick scowls at Zale and then walks to the center of the ring and looks quietly atVregen for a moment. This is broken up by a vicious smack to the face of Vregen Kristi by Riddick. Vregen steps back and smiles, running her hand along her mouth and wiping the blood off, licking it off of her fingers. She steps back up to Riddick and smiles at him, raising her hand to him as if she’s going to smack him back. Unfortunately for Riddick when he slowly raises his hand and smiles at her he gets a shot…it just isn’t to his face.

DM: Ohhhh ! She just went for the uprights ! Riddick looks like he’s just been shot !

JB: Maybe you’re unaware of it Donnie…but to most of us men that’s exactly what that feels like.

CZ: Nothin says “Nice to meet ya” quite like a shot in the maracas.

Vregen takes advantage of this and kicks Riddick in the face, knocking him back to the mat. She doesn’t waste any time getting on him, leaping on top of him and letting loose with a series of lefts and rights. The referee finally pulls Vregen off of Riddick although she shoves him away and gets in his face, telling him that she’d have no problem taking him out if she felt it to be necessary. She turns around and barely ducks a clothesline. She runs under him and bounces off of the ropes, springing back and landing a hook clothesline on Riddick and follows it up by leaping off of the ropes and landing a second rope moonsault. She goes for the pin only to be reminded by the referee that it’s a table match. She stands up with a vicious smile on her face.

DM: It seems she doesn’t mind being reminded that this is a table match.

JB: She does look like one evil bitch.

Vregen slides out of the ring and ducks under it, pulling out a table and sliding it into the ring. She follows it in and is met with an elbow drop to the back of her neck by Riddick. He immediately pulls her up and DDT’s her into the table, smashing her face into it and getting absolutely no give. She hits it hard and rolls over clutching at her face. Riddick takes the opportunity to get even with her for her earlier kick by stomping repeatedly on her face and finishing it off by standing on her forehead and twisting the ball of his foot into it as he steps back onto the mat.

DM: Ouch ! This match is getting dirty and contentious early.

CZ: You have to admit that the kid has a good concept of ring psychology.

Riddick puller her to her feet and smacks her hard across the face, holding her by the hair to hold her up. She responds by smiling at him and spitting her blood into his face. His response is to pull her by her hair into a standing facelock. He punches her twice in the stomach and then pulls her into a stalling vertical suplex. He gestures like he’s going to suplex her into the table but suddenly smiles and shakes his head, throwing his legs out from under him and drilling her head into the table with a vicious brainbuster. He stands up from the move and looks down at her with an evil smile on his face.

DM: That was an absolutely vicious brainbuster !

JB: Do you get the feeling that he’s trying to injure her…

DM: It certainly looks that way.

CZ: If he keeps up this habit of trying to injure people it’s going to come back to haunt him eventually, and sooner rather than later I’d be willing to bet.

Riddick pulls her to her feet and lifts her onto his shoulders, backing up to the turnbuckle and climbing onto the second rope. He laughs out loud and leaps off the rope, driving her back first into the table with a top rope variation of the “Riddikule”.

DM: A second rope “Riddikule” onto the table !

JB: I hope she has a good medical plan, or at least some Aleve !

Riddick walks back over to her and pulls her to her feet, following it up by whipping her into the ropes. She hits the ropes but doesn’t bounce back, somehow having the presence of mind to hook her arms around them to stop her motion. Riddick looks at her in annoyance and charges at her. As he nears her he attempts a clothesline that she ducks and lifts him up over the ropes. He flies over her shoulder but somehow grabs her around the neck and lands an inverted guillotine on her across the top rope while using her to slow his momentum and land on the apron outside the ring. Her head snaps forward and then back, smashing into Riddick’s nose before he can react to it. The impact from her head against his face knocks him back first across the border of the announcers table and leaves him face down on the floor. Vregen’s head snaps forward again and the rest of her body follows it, leaving her sprawled out on the mat. He turns to Zale and points down at Vregen with an evil and confident smirk on his face.

JB: He’s trying to send him a message Colin.

CZ: I saw. He probably remembers that I’m one of his only two loses. I’m sure that eats at him. He should concentrate on her and not me.

DM: Both wrestlers are down in what has been an absolutely vicious match so far. Vregen can’t be in good shape after all of the shots to the head that she’s taken so far. She may be suffering from a concussion as a result of that brainbuster that she took onto the table earlier.

Riddick slowly starts to get to his feet and stumbles back onto the ring right as he’s about to be counted out by the referee. She staggers over to Vregen and pulls her to his feet but jerks backwards clutching at his face in agony as she slowly climbs to her feet. She staggers over to him and leaps up, planting her foot into the back of Riddick’s head. He stumbles forward directly into a double leg takedown. She leaps over him and mounts the turnbuckle, waiting for him to get up. As he gets to his feet she launches herself off of the turnbuckle and wraps her legs around his head and hurricanrana’s him directly into the table. He slams hard into it and rolls off pulling at his back. Vregen stands up and walks over to him, smiling down at him before pulling the table up and slamming it directly into his sternum. She pulls it up and repeats the strike again and again until Riddick is laid out holding his stomach and gasping for air.

DM: There’s still some fight left in her, but I can’t imagine that after all of this abuse that she’s taken that she’d have much left in her.

JB: She looks woozy to me; I think she took more damage from that brainbuster than we think she did. I doubt that collision she had with Riddick’s face helped her at all either

DM: I have to agree with you Jesy, her eyes look a little glazed over.

Vregen stands the table up and pulls the legs out, standing the table up on the mat. She grabs Riddick by the head, sitting it onto her shoulder.

DM: It looks like she’s trying to sneak out the win with her “Id” move.

Vregen runs up the rope and kicks off, twisting around and sending Riddick towards the table. Suddenly Riddick grabs her around the waist and throws her outward. She clears the table, everything except the back of her head that it. As she sails over the table and loses momentum she drops in front of the table with the back of her head cracking into the table edge, knocking her silly. Riddick sees this and smiles, pulling the table out into center ring and then hauling her to her feet.

DM: It looks like the end for Vregen.

JB: I’m a seeing things Donnie, or is there blood running down the back of her neck ?

DM: I think you’re right Jesy, she must have split it open on the edge of the table.

The referee notices this and tells Riddick to back off for a minute so that he can examine the wound. He takes a step towards her only to be shoved away by Riddick. Riddick pulls Vregen to her feet and looks at the back of her head before wrapping his hands around her face and driving his knee into the back of her head, splitting the wound wide open. He immediately spins her around and pushes her head down between his legs. He pulls her up and holds her there for a moment before whipping her back down and driving her through the table, shattering it into a thousand pieces. He looks down at her crumpled body and places a foot onto her chest. The referee looks at him and then looks to the back, trying to call help out for Vregen. Riddick grabs him by the collar and demands the three count. The referee looks at him with undisguised disgust but drops to the mat and gives the easy three. Riddick walks to the ropes and grabs his belt, holding over his head before a crowd whose reaction to him is decidedly mixed. The referee immediately looks at Vregen, who is in very bad shape and bleeding all over the canvas and gives the medical help gesture. Riddick looks down at her with disgust and spits on her as the ring is crowded with officials and medics. He climbs the ropes and celebrates the win as they get her strapped to a backboard and begin to move her from the ring.

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Riddick Andrews
Riddick Andrews is still the PPW TV champion

DM: That was a brutal move before the powebomb…he just wants to put her away. Riddick has developed a real mean streak lately.

JB: Hey wait Colin…where are you going ?

Zale pulls his headset off and dumps it onto the table and walks up to the ring, sliding under the turnbuckle. He slides under the ropes and comes up leaning on one of the turnbuckles. Riddick drops off the far turnbuckle and turns, his eyes locking on Zale. He walks across the ring and gets into his face, lifting the TV Title up in front of him. Zale looks at him and smiles then suddenly lifts his hand up and slaps the title out of Riddick’s hand. Riddick looks at him and takes a swing at him. Zale takes the shot flush to the face but doesn’t flinch. Riddick steps back and gestures for Zale to face him. Zale smiles again and walks forward, staring Riddick in the eyes. Riddick looks at him and pushes him, getting no reaction in return. The lack of reaction seems to irritate him.

DM: It looks like Zale is trying to get into Riddick’s head and he may be succeeding.

Riddick looks at Zale and pushes him again, once again to no reaction. Riddick finally gets really annoyed and takes a wild swing at Zale, who ducks under it and hoists Riddick up into a standing fireman’s carry.

JB: A fireman’s carry ! It looks like he’s going to try and hit Riddick with his own move !

Zale spins to release Riddick but Riddick slides out over his back and spins him around, hoisting him up onto his shoulders and releasing him, nailing the Riddikule on him. Riddick walks over and picks his Title up, hoisting it high overhead.

JB: He just got Zale with the Riddikule !

Riddick turns around with a wide, Cheshire Cat grin etched across his face. That smile rapidly disappears when he turns around and finds Zale staring him right in the face with an evil smirk on his face. Riddick tries to his Zale with the TV Title but Zale ducks and when Riddick turns around and is smashed square in his jaw with a Roaring Elbow. The move knocks Riddick to the mat and Zale wastes no time, he drops to the mat and double underhooks his arms, applying a standing Butterfly lock. He immediately flips over and bridges so that he’s head to head with Riddick, completing his “Entwined” submission move. Riddick’s eyes immediately open wide and he starts yelling out in pain.

DM: “Entwined”! He got Riddick into his version of the “Cattle Mutilation” !

JB: It looks like Riddick might tap out to it !

Riddick’s hand goes out and starts to move back in, shaking violently a couple of times. His hand drops like he’s going to submit, but right as he’s about to slap Zale’s shoulder and submit Zale’ releases him, much to everyone’s shock. Zale stands up and pulls Riddick to his feet, spinning him around and throwing him over the top rope and out of the ring to the floor. He waits for Riddick to stand up and then holds his right hand up, separating his fingers in a “I had you this close and I could have done it if I wanted to” gesture. Riddick stands outside holding his neck with an infuriated look on his face. Zale holds out his other hand and waves Riddick away with a “You can leave now” gesture. Riddick moves to go back into the ring but is immediately swarmed by backstage officials who pull him angrily to the back.

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We head backstage to the office of C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci, who is sat with Jim Grande, watching the night unfold on his bigscreen TV.

JD: Y'know somethin', "Bomb", I'm a little bit freaked out about this whole Riddick/Melling embargo. They're spiralling outta control with all this rivalry and bullshit.

JG: Yup... Maybe it's about time we took the attention away from those 2 for a little while, give everyone somethin' else to concentrate on...

Dinucci's face lights up.

JD: You may have somethin' there, James. But I think maybe we should keep Riddick close at hand - he's very dangerous, especially of late. There maybe be somethin' he can do for me to take his mind off of Melling... Something that certainly needs to be done...

JG: As in what?

Dinucci face does not waver from his thoughts.

JD: After all, if I am to become the chairman of PPW, then I will need to start showin' WHY I am the right man for the job, and WHY I will rule with a firm hand... Because at the end of the day, Jim... You don't fuck with the boss...

JD ponders this thought for a moment, as the camera exits the co-owner's office.

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MAIN EVENT
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH

Colin Zale vs. The Dark Lotus

DM: Well we’ve almost reached the end of another fantastic show, Jesy. But not before we see Colin Zale and The Dark Lotus go one-on-one with each other…

JB: Oh yeah! The build-up to this match has been phenomenal – both these guys have bigger fish to fry than each other, they both see this match as a “roadblock” to bigger and better things. But it’ll be interesting to see how they each come into this match. Lotus is hell-bent on becoming the next TV champion, and Colin Zale is simply concentrating on meeting Riddick Andrews at Conquest on March 23.

DM: But tonight’s match, despite what Zale and Lotus think, IS a big deal, and is important to both of them, whatever the outcome. And as Colin Zale correctly stated this past week, the consequences will be chilling if Lotus doesn’t manage to overcome Zale - he’ll have Johnny Dinucci to answer to.

JB: Nah I wouldn’t worry about Dinucci if were TDL… He’s all talk, he has no real muscle around here…

DM: Who are you kiddin’?!

JB: Yeah you’re right, Lotus is in deep shit if he loses tonight…

“Dead Bodies Everywhere” by KoRn rattles through the Dodger Stadium, as Lotus walks into the arena with all the lights turned off. The only light is that from the stairway, the sky boxes and the dim spotlight on Lotus. Lotus walks to the ring and steps over the top rope, as he does this the ring fills with smoke.

DM: The fans popping loudly for The Dark Lotus, Jess…

JB: Yeah he’s definitely turned a corner with the fans as of late, Michaels…

As “Dead Bodies Everywhere” dies down to silence, the arena buzzes in anticipation for the match’s next competitor. Rob Zombie’s “Reload” thunders through the PA system, as the arena lights fizzle to nothingness. “R-E-L-O-A-D!!!” is screeched aloud, as pyrotechnics explode right across the front of the ramp way. Colin Zale appears from behind a smokescreen, and walks with purpose to the squared-circle. He scurries up the steps, and enters the ring with authority.

DM: Listen to the reaction from this capacity crowd! They’re goin’ bananas!

The music fades out, and the fancy part of the match draws to a close. The two men circle each other in the ring, awaiting that distinctive chime from the ringside table.

JB: You could cut the tension with a knife in here, Don!

The bell sounds and both men immediately go for one another, Lotus coming off the stronger in the first confrontation. He grabs Zale in a side headlock, and eventually takes him to the ground. He tightens his grip around the fellow-veteran’s skull, and forces Colin to squirm ever-so-slightly to try and free himself.

DM: Not the move I expected to begin this one, Jesy. It’s a traditional “wrestling” approach from The Dark Lotus.

JB: Yeah it’s lookin’ as though Lotus is gonna try and play Zale at his own game, which might not be the best way to approach this match…

The referee eventually calls for Lotus to release the hold, which he does so gracefully. He then allows Zale back to his feet, then issues an arm drag, taking Colin down to the canvas again, applying an armbar as he does so. Zale manages to grab at Lotus’ long hair, allowing him enough leverage to force a break. As Lotus releases the armbar, Zale gets back to his feet and throws TDL into the ropes with an Irish whip. He then hits the former World champion with a drop toe hold.

DM: Lotus’ face just smashed into the canvas!

JB: An evenly-contested opening to this match, Michaels.

The sudden burst of pace ends as quickly as it started, as Zale allows Lotus back to his feet, and the two men circle each other again. They then join together in a mid-ring grapple, Lotus coming out on top. He pushes Zale backwards, then hits him with an open hand slap, right across the chest!

Crowd: WOOOOO!!!

DM: Did you hear that impact?!

JB: Hear it? Dude I felt his pain!!!

Lotus then follows this up with a pump handle slam, and then goes for the first cover of the match…

One…

Two…

Thr-… kick-out by Colin Zale.

DM: There it is, the first count, and a close one too!

JB: Zale nearly got caught out there by The Dark Lotus. This match is far from over yet.

TDL continues to have the upper edge, and he hits Zale with a DDT, sending him crashing back down to earth. With Zale down, Lotus climbs the turnbuckle…

DM: Uh-oh, he’s goin’ up-top, Jesy…

JB: Lotus is gonna fly!

Lotus comes crashing down towards Zale with a Kane clothesline, but Colin Zale twists out of the way!

DM: He missed it!

Lotus holds his head on the mat, while Zale leans against the ropes. He quickly composes himself, and takes it to TDL. He hits an Orton backbreaker, stunning Lotus. Zale then grabs Lotus by the legs and ascends the turnbuckle.

DM: What the hell is he doin’?

Zale stands on the turnbuckle with The Dark Lotus held by the legs. He leaps off, twists to one side, drops down onto his back and guillotine’s Lotus neck-first across the top rope!

JB: That was amazing!

DM: Sheer devastation!

Lotus is seemingly out cold. Colin Zale drops for the 3-count, but as he does so, Lightning appears running down the ramp way, and interrupts the count!

One…

Two…

Thre-…

DM: Unbelivable! What the Hell is Lightning doin' down here?! And why did he save Lotus?!

JB: I have no idea, Michaels. I thought these guys hated each other... But Lightning comes out here and puts Lotus' foot on the bottom rope!

The look on Zale’s face mirrors the surprise displayed by both Jesy Blue and Donovan Michaels. He gets back to his feet, and looks down at Lotus with amazement, not knowing how he managed to get his foot onto the rope. He then kicks Lotus' foot off the ropes, and grips him by the hair to pull him back to his vertical base, as Lightning scurries away under Zale's radar. Zale then locks in a perfectly-weighted full nelson.

JB: Lotus is teetering; I dunno how much longer he can stay with us…

DM: Zale really has a tight grip there, putting immense pressure on Lotus’ neck. TDL needs to try and counter this manoeuvre.

Lotus then sticks a leg up between Zale’s, and connects with the “private” area!

DM: Low blow!

But the escape is foiled, as Zale turns the full nelson into a full-on full nelson slam, driving Lotus into the canvas.

JB: My God!!!

Zale then goes for the cover…

One…

Two…

Thre-… another escape by The Dark Lotus, this time a kick-out.

DM: I can’t believe his determination!

Zale plays it safe, and hits a cobra clutch DDT.

DM: The Stillborn! Zale just hit one of his trademark moves! He’s readying Lotus for No Resurrection!

JB: If I were Lotus I’d REALLY be thinking of a plan right around now…

Colin Zale then grabs The Dark Lotus and takes him over to the turnbuckle. He then climbs it and sets Lotus into a Styles Clash-type position.

DM: Here it comes…

But before Zale can drop, Riddick Andrews comes dashing down the aisle with a steel chair in his hand!

JB: What the f-…

DM: It’s Riddick Andrews! What is HE doing here?!

Zale releases Lotus from his grasp and steps down from the turnbuckle, only to be met by a chair shot to the temple!

DM: Holy hell!!! He just took out Colin Zale with that object!

Lotus gets to his feet, and is quickly sent back down with a shuddering chair shot to the skull.

JB: Riddick’s cleaning house!!!

MATCH ENDS IN A DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION

Riddick then walks back over to the fallen Colin Zale, who is back up to his knees. Zale then mutters something under his breath to Andrews, out of the range o the microphones. Andrews then extends his arms once again, and delivers another shocking blow to Zale’s cranium.

DM: This is sick!!! Somebody stop this immediately!

JB: Colin Zale has received two chair shots to the head, and Lotus has had one also! Get some EMTs out here pronto!

Again Zale sits up, and tries to mutter something to Riddick. The blood is clearing seeping from the temple and forehead of Colin Zale, and he is about to drift into certain unconsciousness. But Riddick makes sure…

DM: A THIRD CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD OF COLIN ZALE!!! SOMEBODY NEEDS TO FIRE RIDDICK’S ASS!!!

Riddick then feels that enough is enough, and drops the chair as “Can’t Stop” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers echoes through the Dodger Stadium in LA. As Riddick approaches the top of the ramp, the Purepaintron is switched on, showing Johnny Dinucci’s face!

JD: No pain, no gain, Colin… No pain, no gain…

Mutilation’s broadcast is ended.

FADE TO BLACK

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