Mutilation Results
Live Wednesday, March 24
from The Adelphia Colosseum, Nashville Tennessee

Pyrotechnics explode all around the Adelphia Colosseum as PPW Mutilation hits the TNN airwaves! The fans are packed in for what promises to be one of the most exciting shows in PPW's short history! The camera immediately pans down to the ringside announce table, where Donovan Michaels and Jim "The Bomb" Grande are located.

DM: We're completely sold out in Nashville! The fans are ready, the superstars are ready, and we're just about ready here at ringside, for Mutilation!

JG: WOOOOOOOO!!!

DM: What a night of action we have for you tonight folks! President Quentin Barnes isn't here tonight, he spends his night in a hospital bed somewhere in Chicago, so that can only mean one thing...C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci is runnin' the show, and that's never usually a good thing for most of us!

JG: Nah, Dinucci's a great boss, and a great guy...he only ever does what's in the best interest of-

DM: -himself! Anyway our "beloved" co-owner JD has chosen this night to stage William Stone's World Title shot against his former friend-turned biggest adversary, "Mr. PPW", Tre Crawford...

JG: Another of my favourites, Tre Crawford! Y'know Michaels I just can not decide who I prefer outta those two...

DM: I don't like either of them...but enough about that, let's get straight into the action, with our first match, it's a tag team match-up...

JG: Yeah, yet more PPW newcomers this week, a new team Infliktion in action against "The Messanger" Johan "Kasey" Pariah and Tommy "The Rotweiler" Gigliotti...

DM: That's right, and Pariah and Gigliotti have suffered defeats these past couple of weeks, so maybe they can stamp some sort of authority over the newbies this week...

JG: We'll see...

The camera then focuses in on the PPW ring, and the ring announcer standing tall in the centre of it.

OPENING MATCH
REGULAR TAG MATCH
Johan Pariah & Tommy Gigliotti vs. Infliktion

Ring Announcer: Our first match is scheduled for one fall...introducing first...

"Open Your Eyes" by Guano Apes hits the PPW sound system, and while the quiet female voice sings, the arena goes black in the darkness. Then as her voice stops and the guitar kicks in red lights begin to flicker and parts the darkness for a few brief seconds at a time, and the silhouette of two men can be seen against the background screen. When the lead singer then begins, the red lights get stronger and the two men begin to walk down to the ring, with red and white pyros shooting upwards towards the arena roof. The two men then get onto the outside of the ring and Chris Troy steps over the ropes while Spencer Lexus hops over them. The two men then stand on the opposite turnbuckles and raise their arms to the fans cheering them, then the music cuts off and the tag team waits in the ring.

DM: And that's the newest memebers on the PPW roster, Infliktion: Chris Troy and Spencer Lexus!

JG: They look like they could be a big hit here in PPW, Michaels...I've heard a lot about them...

Ring Announcer: And their opponents...

Suddenly..the lights go out..and green spotlights search the entire arena..they finally come to a stop at the top of the apron and "Call 9-1-1" by Westside Connection starts up..and a video package of "The Rotweiler" Tommy Gigliotti begins to play on the big screen..the people know who it is and begin to boo..Tommy steps out onto the apron to a chorus of boos..he's wearing a wife-beater and black wrestling shorts..he slowly makes his way down to the ring..looking as sharp as ever..he walks up the stairs and walks across the apron just like he used to. He climbs into the ring and stops dead centre..and looks into the crowd..just stares for a few minutes and gets a look of disgust on his face..he takes a drink from the water bottle he has..and drops it on the apron..he pulls the wife-beater off over his head and stands there waiting for his partner, snarling at the opposition as he does so...

DM: Now he is one bad bastard...

JG: Oh yeah...

The arena stays lit, but slowly becomes engulfed by a sea of darkness, bursting out of the dead spotlights. The retentive crowd raises slowly to its feet as the bells begin to toll, followed by low guitar riffs. As the open ing of "Miseria Cantare" by AFI bangs out from the loud speakers, purple and pink lights flash along. A purple light flashes the center stage, but no silouhette to fill the frame. A flash back and a dark, shadowy figure lurks among the particles. With no sudden arm movements he inches closer into the light. Johan Pariah has arrived into the arena. He lifts his gloomy face from floor position to gleam upward towards the slanted spotlight stream. He begins to assend down to the ringside area, with his arms to his side. He rolls into the ring and gets to his feet quickly. He walks over to the southern turnbuckle, but does not climb upward. He glares over the crowd, still no arm movement as his the music ends and the lights become clear once more.

DM: Well Johan Pariah and Gigliotti are here, Infliktion are here, let's get the show underway!

JG: WOOOOOOOOO!!!

Straight from the bell, Pariah and Gigliotti both go at Infliktion. Pariah hits a Flipping Dropkick on Troy, as Gigliotti hits a Suplex on Lexus.

DM: Pariah and Gigliotti have a lot to do here this week, Jim...they've lost their last 2 matches, against Kris and Lia, and then last week against Kris and Jesy Blue...

The referee shunts Gigliotti and Lexus out of the ring, leaving "The Messanger" and Chris Troy as the legal men. Pariah continues his assault on the newbie with a Standing Crucifix Powerslam, knocking Troy to the mat with impact. Pariah then approaches Lexus on the apron and assaults him!

DM: Ah there was no need for that! That was completely unnecessary!

JG: I love these guys...(laughs out loud)...they're great!

Pariah then re-concentrates on Troy, who is almost back to his feet. He Irish Whips Troy in to the ropes, then picks him up and issues a Spinebuster into the turnbuckle!

DM: Now that had to hurt Chris Troy!

JG: Ow...!

Johan Pariah then goes for a cover, but Troy kicks out after 2. Pariah then tags in his partner, "The Rotweiler" Tommy Gigliotti. Gigliotti picks up where Pariah left off, and hits Troy with a Dropkick, followed by a Samoan Drop. He too goes for a pin...

1...

2...

...kick-out again by the big man Chris Troy. Troy then manages to tag in his partner, the fellow Atlantan, 6', 220lb-er, Spencer Lexus.

JG: Here comes Lexus now, a little smaller than Troy, but still a fantastic athlete...

DM: You're takin' a real liking to these guys aren't you, Jim...?

JG: Yeah, I think they're cool...raw strength combined with technical prowess - what more does a tag team need?

DM: A nice victory on their debut helps, so let's hope Infliktion can pick up a win here tonight!

Lexus and Gigliotti circle around the ring, and then they tie up. Lexus gets the advantage over Giglitotti with an array of martial arts kicks and chops, knocking "The Rotweiler" off-guard. Lexus then dominates with a series of Belly-to-Back Suplexes he likes to call the Rolling Thunder!

JG: Great combo there by Spenceer Lexus - and Infliktion are lookin' the better of the two right now, Michaels...

DM: Yeah I'd go along with that.

From nowhere, Johan Priah runs into the ring and levels Lexus with a Shuffle Side Kick, with a Back Kick as a follow-through! Lexus is down on the mat, and the momentum is back with Gigliotti.

JG: Cheap shot by Pariah, and they're back on top now!

Gigliotti hits a Reverse Falling Neckbreaker on Lexus, who needs to tag in his partner, Chris Troy. Tommy Gigliotti then goes for a Mafia Drop, but Lexus manages to squirm out of the grasp of "The Rotweiler", and hits him with a countering Spinning Heel Kick!

DM: Great connection by Spencer Lexus! Now he needs to make the tag to Troy...

Spencer darts over to his corner and tags in the big 6'5" monster that is Chris Troy. Troy immediately unloads on Gigliotti with lefts and rights, before making his mark with a Death Valley Driver, followed up by a Chokeslam!

JG: Immense power by Troy - he's a very strong guy!

DM: Do you like strong guys, Jim...?

JG: Shut the hell up Michaels, I swear...!

Troy goes for a cover on Giglitti...

1...

2...

"The Messanger" Johan Pariah threw Gigliotti's foot onto the nearby bottom rope!

DM: Now that's cheating! Referee! Have a word!

JG: Damn bastard referee! He didn't see it!

Troy goes for another cover, but this time Gigliotti kicks out himself. Troy then re-tags Spencer Lexus.

DM: Great teamwork by Infliktion - they'll go far in this company if they compete like this every week!

Lexus goes to work on Gigliotti's upper-body and head as he locks in a Crippler Crossface. "The Rotweiler" tries to open up Troy's grip, but is unsuccessful. Gigliotti tries to crawl over to "Kasey" Pariah, but Troy's body weight is too much for Tommy to shift. To make life easier for Gigliotti, Pariah storms into the ring, and drops an elbow on Chris Troy.

DM: Move broken up again by Pariah, and he and Gigliotti need to regroup.

Gigliotti then tags in Pariah, and he and Troy go at it one-on-one. Troy gains the upper hand, and hits a Sit-Down Powerbomb on Pariah! He then follows this up with a Gorilla Press Slam, and then signals to the crowd.

JG: Here we go, we may see some sort of finisher or trademark here, Donny...

Troy gets Pariah in a DDT position before spinning both Pariah and himself around, into a modified Spinning Neckbreaker-type move.

DM: I believe he calls that move the Roll of the Dice!

JG: Really...damn I didn't know that!

Troy then tries to capitalise with a pin attempt, but Pariah kicks out. Troy then tags in Spencer Lexus, and Lexus hits a Rock Bottom-type manoeuvre!

DM: ...and that's called the Pain Barrier!

JG: DAMN IT!!! I didn't know that either!

With Pariah down on the canvas, Troy and Lexus get ready to wrap the match up...until Gigliotti gets invlolved.

JG: Gigliotti's about to rain on Infliktion's parade!

"The Rotweiler" tries to attack Lexus, but Troy intervenes by hitting a Tombstone Piledriver - Critical Damage!

DM: That's his finisher! Critical Damage! Both Gigliotti and Pariah are down!

Troy stamps a mudhole into Gigliotti until he eventually rolls out of the ring. Chris Troy then gets Pariah in a Powerbomb position while Spencer Lexus climbs the top rope. Troy then delivers a devastating Powerbomb just as Lexus leaps off to do his Collateral Damage finsher, which catches Johan across the throat.

JG: Wow! What a great double-team move! Lemme guess, Michaels, that's their finisher, right?

DM: Right! It's called, funnily enough, Infliktion! How come you didn't know that "Bomb", I thought you knew a lot about these guys?!

JG: Shut up, Don...

The legal man, Spencer Lexus, then goes for the cover on "The Messanger"...

1...2...3!!!

THE WINNERS OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Infliktion!

DM: Great match there, "Bomb"...and Pariah and Gigliotti taught a real lesson this week...

JG: Yeah, those new guys from Infliktion are lookin' like they're gonna run wild in PPW!

JG: So who do we got up next? Maybe I could take a snooze?

DM: How about no? I believe we have- wait… are you hearing what I’m hearing over the headset?

JG: If you’re hearing that there is a bus coming into the arena… WHAT IN THE HELL?!

DM & JG: A bus coming INTO the arena?!

Yes, a BUS is driving into the Adelphia Colosseum, as PPW personnel rush to open the glass doors of the building. They manage to rip them open just before the bus… crashes through the glass surrounding it as the men dive out of the way, in effect crashing through the doors. The bus screeches to a halt as the camera catches a side view of the bus. The black bus has a red and silver ax emblazed on it as the handle looks to be made of pure hickory… even though it has to be part of the bus design. Below the giant ax… it has (in spray paint fashion) the words “The Hack-em-ett Tour of Titles”. The camera then focuses on the driver of the bus… and surprise, surprise.

JG: …Why the hell is Hackett driving a bus into a COLOSSEUM?!

DM: Hmm, let me use my psychic powers on this one… ohm… ooooohm…

JG: Smart ass.

Zak is shown beaming at the front of the bus, and revs the bus’ engine. The double doors swing open as the music stylings of Three Days Grace piles out as the cameraman is gestured by Zak to walk up the steps of the bus. Zak is cranking out some tunes.

Zak: I…HATE…EV-RAY-THANG A-BOUT CHU!

The camera swings around to view around 75 passengers on the bus, with Mike Ston sitting in the front seat, with Tim-may! sitting next to him, camera and all. Some of the passengers look to be slightly older than teenagers, with long rocker blonde hair, head banging as much as possible to the song. Other people on the bus, namely women and children, are seen either crying or clutching to their seats. Zak howls as the shot turns back around to him abruptly.

Zak: WOOOOO! Welcome to the Tour of Titles behootch!

Mike: I swear, how you have not been sued for plagiarism yet is beyond me.

Zak: Will you shut up before Tre asks for his bitchiness back? Oh, BUR-

Tim-may!: He IS stoned enough to sue you.

Zak: True, true.

Gina Williams comes jogging onto the bus, and gives Hackett a microphone while speaking into her own.

Gina: Zak, tonight you have the opportunity to face De Marco Ryne for the All State title. Do you have anything to say on this before your match?

Zak just smiles even brighter before lifting the mic to his mouth and speaking.

Zak: Of course Gina, have you ever known me not to speak when given the opportunity?

Gina: One, I don’t know you. Two, as a matter of fact-

Zak: MOVING on, yes. Ryne, I feel sorry for you dude. You went all the way to New Dawn just to lose to Knuckles, who, according to my sources, ain’t even wrestling anymore! Not only that, but the fed he’s representing is dead. Damn dude, talk about bad luck. And now, you’re facing the Ax Man just when I’m starting on a roll, baby! Hell, I… erm, borrowed a Greyhound, and I’m touring my passengers across the country for 39 bucks, a lot better than Greyhounds ACTUAL deals!

The camera swings back around to the women and children clutching their seats as the headbangers are still rocking out.

Zak: NO NO NO, you keep that shot on the prize, the real perfect design.

The camera obliges, and gets a shot of Zak.

Zak: Now it’s about time that I finally received my title shot. You see Ryne, you had to expect it coming when you whacked me over the head with that chair. Not only that, but you freaking PUT MY SHOULDERS down on the mat so you could count me out. Yeah, you have a LOT of confidence about beating me. But it’s all good man. It’s all about the Law of Averages. Sooner or later, I’ll beat you… or Draven… or Sean Evans, if he’s even still with the company. Whatever. Besides, I’m not leaving the “Heartland of Country Music” until I have YOUR title around MY waist.

Crowd pops for the mention of Nashville.

JG: Jeez, could this man BE anymore longwinded or… cheap-poppy?

DM: “Cheap… poppy”?

JG: You and your perfect grammer…

DM: It’s grammar.

JG: …Shut up.

Zak: Now I must admit, if you haven’t noticed already, I’m not eZAKly… hahaha, always great to get that in. Well, I’m not eZAKly a kind of country guy, but I’m gonna take a shot at it…

Zak clears his throat and turns off the radio, bumming out the headbangers in the back. He actually begins to sing in a hillbilly manner…

Zak: There once was a lil punk tard named Ryne,

Who musta got drunk off some filthy moonshine,

He ended up losing to a punk named Knucks,

Now everyone knows why I say he sucks,

Cause I know Nashville ain’t filled with dumb f*cks…

The crowd laughs at this, and starts stomping to give him a beat, to which he stops and laughs.

Zak: Dayum… well, ok.

He pissed me off earlier when he got in the middllllle…

And now I’ma kick his ass.

Ooh I said now I’ma kick his ass.

Gina Williams sighs and chuckles a bit before tapping Zak on the shoulder.

Gina: Now that we’ve spent about a twelfth of Mutilations air time on you… singing, could we move it along here?

Zak sighs and shakes his head.

Zak: You just don’t get it yet… do you?

Gina now sighs and shakes HER head.

Zak: I like to have fun. I like to entertain the fans.

Big cheer for that comment.

Zak: But when it comes down to it… I make good on promises and kick ass.

Zak raises his fist outward and omits a battle cry.

Zak: KICK ASS!

Passengers, frightened, headbangers or otherwise: KICK ASS!

Zak: Now Mike, hand me the chair.

Mike takes out a severely dented folding chair from under his seat and hands it over the barrier to Zak. He unfolds it and places it just behind the white line.

Zak: Tim-may!, I need you to sit there. Gina, I’d like to invite you to sit where Tim-may! just got up from… actually, like the good folks at Nike, “just do it”. Mister Cameraman-

The camera shot nods up and down as Gina willingly takes her seat.

Zak: I’ll ask you to take off the PPW sticker on your camera and hand it to Tim-may! right there…

The cameraman does so, and as if by magic, as soon as Tim-may! puts the sticker on his camera, the shot begins to emanate from it.

Zak: And now if you would… HAUL ASS, cause I’m already over my capacity and if you’ve noticed, the doors open easy.

With that, the cameraman does haul ass as Zak chuckles and turns the radio back on to J-Kwon’s Tipsy as Zak shuts the doors… faintly heard is…

Zak: NOW EVERYBODY IN DA CLUB GETTING TIPSAY! AH AH! AH AH!

The bus revs up and peels out, zooming down the hallway in a tight fit, as workers… well, haul ass to get out of the way.

JG: Um… yeah.

DM: My sentiments eZAKly… dammit. We’re going to commercial.

In the backstage area, a camera zooms in on the office door of C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci, and PPW's resident interviewer Chris Collins awaits a response from the co-owner.

CC: Mr. Dinucci...hello sir...?

No response. Collins knocks on the door again.

CC: Mr. Dinucci...?

Collins signals to the cameraman to exeunt, until the office door opens slightly. Collins enters, but JD is not there...

CC: Huh...mustn't be here yet...we'll just hang around...

Collins' cameraman then switches off the camera, and the camera cuts back to ringside.

DM: Hmm...wonder where Dinucci is? I thought he'd be here already, seein' as though he's runnin' the show tonight...

MATCH 2
PPW BLOODGAMES NO. 1 CONTENDERSHIP ELIMINATION MATCH
Eminence vs. Haphazard vs. Georgina vs. Tittiana

DM: We've got another PPW newcomer involved in this next match, Jim...and it's Haphazard!

JG: Yeah Haphazard's debutin' tonight against Eminence, George and Tittiana!

DM: This should be a very interesting match...Tittiana has forced 2 PPW members to resign in her last 2 matches!

JG: Yeah that's right...she defeated Big Tom 2 weeks ago, and then defeated Trent Silver last week...now they're both gone and she's still here, baby!!!

Good Charolotte's "The Anthem" begins and as the main beat hits, Tittiana bursts through the curtains in a full run, diving and sliding under the bottom rope into the center of the ring. She hops up to her feet and jumps onto the second turn buckle facing the crowd cheering her, dancing to the beat of the song, then goes to the other corner of the ring, dancing still. Finally stopping back in the middle of the ring and pointing to the camera as Tittiana and the crowd sing along to the chorus of the song. "I DON'T EVER WANNA BE YOU. DON'T WANNA BE JUST LIKE YOU. THIS IS THE ANTHEM, THROW ALL YOUR HANDS UP! YOU... DON'T WANNA BE YOU!"

DM: And here is Tittiana, out first for this match!

A red light appears over the PPW arena, and "Wild Thing" by The Troggs hits the PA. The name "GEORGINA" appears on the PurePainTron in a design similar to that on George's arm...Georgina appears from behind the curtain, and walks confidently down to the ring. She enters the ring, and looks Tittiana up and down.

JG: There could be some real fisty-cuffs between those 2 in this match, Michaels...WOOOOOOOO!!!

DM: You seem to have adopted that Ric Flair war cry for good now, right!?

JG: Who knows...WOOOOOOOOO!!!

The lights in the arena dim, and a strange fog fills the entrance and ring. "Darkness" by Twiztid starts and 6 men in brown robes carry a coffin down to the ringside. The coffin opens, and Haphazard arises from within it and enters the ring.

DM: Great entrance by Haphazard...very Undertaker-esque!

"One More Road To Cross" by DMX plays as a light fog begins to fill the top of the stage. A red search light beams out through the fog, and then into the fog, showing us only the sillhouete of Eminence, his head down, hair slightly over his face. Suddenly, Eminence starts kung-fu punch and kicking his way through the fog, warming himself up. Eminence pretty much ignores the fans as he strolls down the aisle and rolls into the ring, patiently awaiting the opening bell.

JG: He's my favourite to win this match, Eminence...what do you think, Michaels?

DM: I'm not so sure...Haphazard will wanna make a big impact this week!

The match gets underway, and Haphazard tries to make an immediate impression by attacking Eminence. He hits a Lariat that knocks Eminence to the canvas. Meanwhile Georgina runs at Tittiana and hits a Dropkick - this knocks Tittiana to the ground.

DM: Tittiana and Eminence both down on the mat, and Haphazard and Geore have the early edge...

Haphazard then turns to face George, and hits her with a Forearm Smash to the face!

JG: Now that's no way to treat a lady!

DM: Jim they're in a No. 1 Contender match...they HAVE to hurt each other...

JG: Oh yeah...CONTINUE!!!

Haphazard goes for an early cover on Georgina, but she kicks out after 2. Haphazard then hits Tittiana with a German Suplex, followed by a Full Nelson Slam.

DM: He's pretty impressive thus far, Bomb...he could definitely hack it in the Bloodgames division...

JG: Yeah but he's got a long way to go before he's as good as Verafai Omega...what a champion he is!

Haphazard goes for a cover on Tittiana...

1...

2...

...kick-out after 2 by Tittiana.

Haphazard gets back to his feet, before being knocked down by Powerbomb from Eminence, who then tries to capitalise by climbing the top rope, and landing a Swanton Bomb!

DM: SWANTON BOMB!!! Great impact from Eminence!

JG: See I told ya...Eminence will win this one...

DM: We'll see, Bomb...

Eminence goes for the cover...

1...2...Tittiana breaks up the count!

Tittiana then goes after Eminence with a Bulldog, knocking him to the canvas. She then turns to face Georgina and hits her with a Diving Clothesline!

DM: Wow! Tittiana seems to have some sort of beef with Georgina!

JG: I just think she feels threatened by her...what with her bein' another woman in the federation...

DM: So what about Liana?

JG: Dude, EVERYBODY'S threatened by Lia!

Tittiana grabs Georgina's head, looking like she's about to hit a Stunner. She then jumps up and flips over George, still holding her head, and lands sitting down like a Reverse DDT!

DM: What a move! The Rights of Spring! We could see an early pinfall here!

1...2...3!!!

TITTIANA ELIMINATES GEORGINA!

DM: We're down to 3! Great start by Tittiana! She's lookin' to continue her winning strek by claiming a No. 1 Contender's shot!

Tittiana turns to face Eminence, and is hit by a Diamond Cutter! Tittiana hits the floor hard, and Eminence goes for the cover on her...

1...

2...

...NO! Haphazard broke up the pin, and begins to stomp on Eminence's head and shoulders! Haphazard then hits a Side Walk Slam, followed by a Pumphandle Slam. He goes for a pin attempt on Eminence...

1...2...this time Tittiana breaks up the count!

JG: Oh! Haphazard won't like that! He thought he and Tittiana were on the same page...

DM: Well it's every-man-for-himself, Bomb...if Tittiana didn't break up the count then Haphazard was the new No. 1 Contender!

Haphazard turns to face Tittiana, and the two exchange words. Eminence gets back to his feet, and dives at both superstars, hitting a Double Flying Clothesline!

DM: What a shot by Eminence! He has both Haphazard and Tittiana right where he wants them!

Eminence picks up Tittiana and hits an Evenflow DDT - his trademark move - "Supremacy"!

JG: And Tittiana's outta here!

1...2...3!!!

EMINENCE ELIMINATES TITTIANA!

JG: And then there were 2!!!

While Eminence of taking care of Tittiana, Haphazard left the ring to collect a steel chair from the outside. He re-enters the ring and hits EMinence over the head with the chair!

DM: Haphazard's got this one won! Eminence can't possibly get up from that!

Haphazard goes for the cover...

1...

2...

...kick-out by Eminence!

JG: Incredible! How'd he manage to kick out?

DM: I have no idea...!

Haphazard scratches his head in disbelief, then picks up Eminence, and hits an Inverted DDT! He then drops the chair next to him and positions it. He then grabs Eminence, and picks him up.

DM: This could be the end of Eminence's Bloodgames dreams, Jim...

Haphazard tries to execute a Pumphandle Slam on to the chair, but Eminence manages to wriggle free and converts the move into another "Supremacy"!

JG: Eminence hits back!

Eminence then climbs the turnbuckle, and hits a Shooting Star Press into a Leg Drop!

DM: Paramount! Eminence hit Paramount on Haphazard!

Eminence goes for the cover...

1...

2...

3!!!

THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Eminence!

DM: And then there was 1! Eminence is the new PPW Bloodgames No. 1 Contender! Man that was a mouthful!

JG: I hear you like that!

DM: Shut up, ass monkey!

The camera pans backstage and we again see Chris Collins walking the PPW hallways. On his way, he passes Sledgehammer and Apollo as they're getting ready for Sledgehammer's upcoming match against Riggs.

CC: Hey guys, you happen to see Johnny Dinucci back here anywhere?

Sledgehammer answers Collins.

Sledgehammer: Yeah man, he just walked right by us with a huge smile on his face - went towards his office.

CC: Ok, thanks guys...good luck for your match Sledgehammer...

Chris Collins heads off towards the PPW co-owner's office once again, as Sledgehammer and Apollo make their way towards the ring. Scene cuts back to ringside.

DM: It's now time for our next match, and it's lookin' like bein' an absolute classic! Riggs vs. Sledgehammer!

JG: Riggs was victorious in his debut last week, Michaels...and Sledgehammer's time in PPW is gettin' tough...but he's over the worst of it, and he's ready for this match here tonight!

MATCH 3
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Riggs vs. Sledgehammer

The arena drops into darkness, the piano intro to the song begins to play. Blue lights blink on and off. We hear the words "Don't Be Scared My Child" just before song breaks out. Blue and red lights begin to circle the stage then out of a thick fog appears Riggs. He stands on the rampway and looks down towards the ring, he raises one arm into the air and makes his way down to the ring. Riggs climbs onto the apron and slides in between the second rope. He pauses for a second before climbing onto the second turnbuckle and raiseing both his hands to form X shape to the fans. He jumps down and roles his shoulders and gets ready for the upcoming match.

DM: Riggs is out here first, and he's lookin' fired up and rarin' to go!

JG: Sure is, but here comes Sledgehammer!

The arena goes dark, we hear a few screams from the more excitable members of the crowd, then the titantron flashes 3-2-1.Red and Silver pyros light up the arena, and we see Sledgehammer with his back to the ring in a crucifix pose, he spins around as more pyros go off. Sledgehammer struts down the ramp, slapping a few of the fans hands, then as he gets about half way down the ramp and runs the rest of the way, and slides into the ring, Apollo following not far behind.

DM: This one promises to be a great match folks!

The timekeeper calls for the bell, and his match is underway. The two men tie-up in the middle of the ring, and Sledgehammer locks Riggs in a Headlock. Riggs breaks the hold and pushes Sledgehammer into the ropes, and on the return hits an Arm Drag Takeover, and locks an Armbar in on Sledge.

DM: Good technical start to this match, Grande...both guys keen to get off on the right foot.

The referee calls for Riggs to break the hold, which he does. Riggs then issues a Hangmans Neckbreaker to Sledgehammer.

JG: Sledge is down, Riggs is in control

Riggs goes for the cover...

1...

2...

...shoulder up just in time by Sledgehammer. Apollo begins banging on the apron on the outside, trying to get the crowd going, to help build some momentum for Sledgehammer.

Crowd: Sledgehammer! Sledgehammer! Sledgehammer!

DM: Well that motivational tactic from Apollo certainly did the trick!

JG: Yeah the crowd goin' wild for Sledge here in Tennessee!

Sledgehammer gets back to his feet, and Riggs hits him with a Brainbuster!

DM: There's no letting up from Riggs, he's stickin' on Sledge as much as possible.

Riggs goes for another pin attempt, but again, Sledge gets the shoulder up after the 2-count. Riggs then goes to the outside and walks along the apron. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, and flies with a 450° Splash, connecting with Sledgehammer's chest!

DM: Great splash by Riggs, now he needs to get the cover!

1...

2....

...Sledgehammer manages to get his foot on the ropes, which forces referee Chris Lavigne to stop the count at 2.

Riggs frustratedly gets back up to his feet and hits an Inverted Atomic Drop on Sledgehammer. He then follows this up with a Cradle Piledriver. Riggs once again goes for a cover...

1...

2...

...no! Kick-out yet again by Sledgehammer!

JG: Sledgehammer's showing great resilience in this match, Michaels...

DM: He certainly is, always willing to fight, never gives up!

Riggs picks up Sledgehammer, and Irish Whips him off the ropes. On the return Riggs goes for a Dragon Suplex, but Sledgehammer manages to get off a Superkick before Riggs has chance to think!

DM: Great comeback by Sledgehammer - he won't take this lying down! He's here to win!

Riggs is knocked down by the Superkick, and is unable to get back up staright away. Sledgehammer falls to hisknees after the desperation move.

JG: Both men are down - who'll get up first!

It is actually Sledgehammer who gets to his feet first, with the help of the ropes. He staggers over to Riggs and picks him up. He then hits him with a Twist of Fate. Riggs falls to his knees. Sledgehammer then runs at Riggs and hits a Dropkick into his chest region, knocking Riggs back into a seated position in the corner on the floor.

JG: Oh no...I can see it comin'...I hate this move so much!

DM: Here it comes, Bomb...

Sledgehammer backs up into the opposite corner, then darts at Riggs, and connects with...

DM: THE BRONCO BUSTER!!! HE GOT IT!!!

JG: Noooooo!!! That has to be THE worst move in the history of Sports Entertainment!

Riggs is down in the corner after suffering the Bronco Buster from Sledge. Sledgehammer then goes for a cover of his own...

1...

2...

...kick-out on 2 by Riggs!

Sledgehammer then resumes his onslaught by hitting Riggs with a Stalling Suplex. He then attempts another cover...

1...

2...kick out again by Riggs. Sledgehammer begins to get frustrated. Apollo summons Sledgehammer to him.

DM: Apollo will give Sledge a pep talk now, try and calm him down a little...

JG: Bullshit! Sledge should stay angry and frustrated, fuel himself with anger...that's how I used to-

DM: -yes yes yes...you tell us every week about how you used to...quite frankly Bomb the highlight of your career was defeating James Spyder a couple of weeks ago...apart from that you've done squat!

JG: Fine...but that was a pretty sweet match!

Sledgehammer then composes himself, and Riggs is already back to his feet. He hits Sledgehammer with a Jump Swing DDT, followed by a Side Russian Leg Sweep. This knocks Sledge back down to the canvas, and frustrates him some more. Riggs, instead of going for a pin, decides to soften Sledgehammer up some more. He climbs the ropes and lets fly with a "Third Degree" - 3 Moonsaults from the top turnbuckle!

DM: Great combination of Moonsaults by Riggs!

Riggs then gets up, picking Sledgehammer up with him. He signals to the crowd, then throws Sledgehammer into the ropes. On the return he hits a Standing Dropkick, which knocks Sledge into the ropes. Riggs then hits "Anarchy '99" - a 619 move that he uses as his trademark!

DM: Great move by Riggs - he's settin' Sledgehammer up for the cover here!

Riggs then grabs Sledgehammer by the head and hits his finisher - a Taka Driver!

JG: HOPSKOTCH! That's his finishing move, folks! This one's over!

Riggs covers Sledgehammer...

1...

2...

3!!!

THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Riggs!

DM: Great victory by Riggs - he thoroughly deserved the win...in fact both men did! It was a hard-to-call match, but Riggs just scrapes it!

JG: Yeah well-fought by Sledgehammer - he should be pleased with his performance here tonight!

Mutilation goes off the air for a commercial break - PPW Disturbance - Wednesday, April 21, 2004 - LIVE and exclusive from the Houston Astrodome!

The shot comes back on air after the commercial break to picture De Marco Ryne sitting in his wrestling attire, on some black boxes, strapping up his broken wrist. It’s heavily bandaged as he’s putting a fair few layers of what looks like electrician’s tape around it, just to give it the extra support it needs. He looks focused, his eyes starring at the taped up arm. The camera focuses on his stern and confident face for a few seconds. Just then the plump woman from last week approaches the shot. The one that he gave Zak Hackett’s money too. She looks tarted up. She’s kited out in all kinds of make up and tight clothing. Really a horrible shot to say the least. She looks at De Marco Ryne, the puzzling look suggests she has other things on her mind at this present moment of time. De Marco Ryne continues to strap up the arm, to focused to know the lady is standing right in front of him.

Lady: *Cough* um.. De?

De Marco looks up as his concentration has been broken by the woman’s voice

DMR: Good God what is tha… I mean hey… what can I do for ya?

Lady: Oh sorry to scare ya… my bad. Haha my bad you get it… my bad?

DMR: Christ, scare me you did…

Lady: What?

DMR: I mean, wow that was a nasty shock…

Lady: Um... that’s not sounding any better.

DMR: What can I do for ya? My match is next so make it fatty… Snappy… make it snappy.

De Marco starts to blush, scared in case the big woman retaliates and eats him I suppose.

Lady: I know your single at the moment. But I was er… Wondering if maybe we could go grab a bite to eat after the show?

DMR: That depends on your definition of a bite to eat… Umm…Did I say that out loud?

Lady: Sure, but I can let you off. Forgive and forget… it’s the best policy. So what you say?

DMR: Look… you’re very… umm… What’s the word…?

Lady: Cute?

DMR: Round…

Lady: Excuse me?

DMR: CUTE! Very cute… but to be honest I don’t have the time for a lady in my life you know.

Lady: It’s because I’m fat isn’t it!

DMR: No no no… It’s because you ugly….

Lady: I can’t believe you…

DMR: Ahhh, sorry there. That was the wrong choice of words. It’s because you’re fat. Definitely because you’re fat.

Lady: You horrible person.

Just then the lady lashes out and slaps De Marco right across the chops. She storms off shot to the sound of her shoe’s clicking on the concrete ground. De Marco has a shocked look on his face. He starts to rub his cheek with his good arm where the lady slapped the taste out of his mouth. A bright red handprint surfaces across his tanned skin.

DMR: What happened to forgive and forget?

MATCH 4
PPW ALL STATE TITLE MATCH
De Marco Ryne vs. Zak Hackett

DM: I think we're just about ready for this one, Jim...let's go down to ringside...

Complete darkness fills the PPW arena. A few seconds of hesitation pass and the lights start to flicker on and off, at a fast tempo. "Get Inside" by Stone Sour begins to play over the PA system. Starting off quietly and gradually getting louder. Grey and white speckles slowly but surely filter onto the PurePainTron, raining down from the top of the picture in a snow-like effect motion.The speed and frequency of the grey and white speckles starts to pick up the pace a little, seemingly following the music. The name "De Marco Ryne" flashes up on-screen then explodes as the chorus kicks in. As this happens huge red and blue pyro erupt from the entranceway with a mighty crash. Previews of De Marco handing out punishment and taking some seriously sick bumps plays on the PurePainTron as a figure emerges. He slowly walks to the ring, a sense of no-trust maybe? Always looking and absorbing the boos and cheers from the crowds, wearing the PPW All State title around his waist with pride and honour. De Marco approaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. As if he has become a different person, oozing with confidence, he heads for a corner and jumps up in one swift movement, raising both arms firmly in the air with his head facing the floor. After a moment or two he hops down and paces around the ring until the music fades out.

DM: An impressive entrance there by the All State champ...

JG: Boring you mean! Far too long...BORING!!!

DM: Now we await the arrival of Zak Hackett, Ryne's challenger...

JG: Jeebus, is that bus still zooming around?

All of a sudden, the hoots and strange noises of “Immigrant Song” by Led Zeppelin are heard over the PA.

“Da dum dumda de dum, Da dum dumda de dum, Da dum dumda de dum, Da dum dumda de dum- Aw wa aaaaaaaah, ah! Aw wa aaaaaaaaaaah, ah! We come from the land of the ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow, the hammer of the gods…”

All of a sudden, the song goes from the PA to… the bus that’s pulling into the colosseum…

JG: HE’S DRIVING A BUS OUT FROM BEHIND THE PPWTRON?!

DM: Apparently so… I’d scream too but I’ve lost my voice from fighting with you!

The camera switches to the one from inside the bus, as Gina is very uneasy as Zak sings along with the Led Zeppelin song blasting from the radio. Everyone other than Zak is either freaking out, holding onto their seat tightly, or both. The bus jolts as he crashes into the ramp, as everyone jolts forward, but no injuries occur. He then starts jumping up and down, and yells to the passengers.

Zak: JUMP UP AND DOWN! WE NEED A LOWRIDER EFFECT!

The ones who aren’t jarred from the impact (the headbangers) begin to do so… as the bus barely needs to use it’s shocks to keep bus movement to a minimum. Zak gives up and climbs out the roof hatch. He raises his arms into the air and gets cheers from the crowd as the shot switches back to the PPW cameras. Zak hops off onto the ramp and runs into the ring, sliding in.

JG: Why… where… WHAT IS HE ON?!

The referee sound calls for the bell, and the match is underway. A handshake in the centre of the ring by both superstars, signifying their mutual respect for each other.

DM: Ah that's great to see, "Bomb", 2 guys who respect each other completely

JG: Pussies is more like it! These guys need to grow a backbone and just take it to each other!

The 2 men separate and begin the match. De Marco Ryne initialises a tie-up, and the 2 men grapple a while. Zak Hackett grabs one of Ryne's arms and hits him with a Short-Arm Clothesline, knocking the champion down. He then capitalises on this with a Jumping Knee Smash, drilling the knee right into Ryne's chest.

DM: Damn! That'll knock the wind out of De Marco!

JG: Yeah great offence from Hackett, he wants to show PPW and the world that he's not a person to be taken for granted in this business!

DM: I don't think anybody thinks that Jim, I think Zak's just lackin' a little bit of confidence at the moment...

JG: I think it...

DM: Yeah but you're an asshole, and no-one EVER listens to a word you say!

JG: Michaels, I'm hurt!

Zak thinks about attempting an early pin, but instead continues his offensive edge over the All State champion. He picks Ryne up off the canvas, and hits a Double Arm DDT, again taking his opponent down to the ground. Zak now goes for a pin...

1...

2...

shoulder up by Ryne after 2!

DM: Great kick-out by De Marco Ryne, but Zak Hackett is really goin' for this in the early stages of this contest!

Zak Irish Whips Ryne off the ropes, but Ryne reverses the Whip and gains some advantage with a Dropkick that knocks Hackett through the ropes and to the outside!

JG: Whoa! Great shot by Ryne, and all of a sudden this match has turned around!

DM: Zak Hackett on the outside now, De Marco Ryne in control...

Ryne exits the ring and approaches Hackett. He picks him up and whips him into the barricade surrounding the PPW ring.

JG: Now a little bit of dirty play comin' in from De Marco, he said he'd do what it takes to win, Michaels...

DM: I think that type of thing is seen as legitimate these days, "Bomb", nearly all the guys do it

JG: Even so, it gives Ryne a bit more of an upper hand over his challenger!

De Marco Ryne picks up Hackett and rolls him back into the ring. He then climbs to the top rope and dives down on Hackett with a 180° Moonsault!

DM: Great impact by the champion!

Ryne goes for the cover...

1...2...2-count only.

De Marco Ryne gets back to his feet, Zak sits up and tries to regain his vertical base. De Marco Ryne looks out to the thousands of adoring fans, and raises one arm in the air - the fans go absolutely insane for Ryne, one of the true leaders in Pure Pain Wrestling! Ryne then approaches Hackett and picks him up. He issues a Release German Suplex to Zak, and again the challenger is down.

JG: Ryne seems to have gotten a hold on this one now, Michaels...he's in complete control over Hackett, dominating him, playin' the game to his own advantage...

DM: Yeah Ryne's slowed the pace right down in this match, taking his time to put away Zak Hackett...

Ryne throws Zak in to the ropes and on the return, hits a Drop Toe Hold!

DM: Excellent execution by our champ...

Ryne then attempts another cover...

1...

2...

No! Kick-out after 2 again by Hackett!

JG: I think Ryne's startin' to get a little bit frustrated now, Donny boy...he's attempted to finish Zak a couple o'times, but Hackett just won't give up!

De Marco again climbs the turnbuckle, and waits for Hackett to get to his feet and turn around. As Hackett does so, DMR flies from the top rope with a High Top Rope Crossbody, and keeps a hold of Hackett, attempting the cover once again...

1....2....kick-out AGAIN by Zak Hackett!

JG: He ain't givin' up that easily! Hackett is determined to walk outta here as the new All State champion!

DM: Magnificent perseverence by Zak Hackett...I think he's already proving a point to any doubters that are out there!

JG: I think I'd agree with you for once, Michaels!

Ryne's face fills with anger and frustration, as he shouts to Hackett, "STAY DOWN!! De Marco then picks Hackett up and hits an X-Factor!

DM: X-FACTOR! This one could be over here, "Bomb"...!

JG: I think so...!

Ryne again goes for a pin attempt:

1...

2...

...again the shoulder is up by Hackett!!!

DM: Unbelievable! Zak ain't stayin' down, Jim!

JG: ...

De Marco Ryne climbs the ropes for a third time, and again awaits Zak's oblivious approach. As Zak gets to his feet, he looks around for his opponent, but sees nobody. He then turns to face the turnbuckle where Ryne is perched, and Ryne comes crashing down towards Hackett. But Hackett counters this by catching Ryne in mid-air, and slamming him to the canvas!

DM: OH MY GOD! Great countering move by Hackett! What strength!

Zak then picks up Ryne and Irish Whips him off the ropes. On the return, he connects with a Spear, driving De Marco Ryne into the corner!

JG: Did you hear that impact, Michaels! I think Hackett may have broken Ryne's back!

DM: I think so too...great attacking wrestling by Zak Hackett!

With Ryne down on the mat, Hackett locks in a Half Boston Crab. De Marco begins to squirm and shout out in pain, and the intensity increases on Hackett's face as he tightens the hold.

JG: This could be it! This could be the massive upset that Ryne dreaded!

DM: Hackett has that Boston Crab locked in pretty tightly on Ryne's leg...Ryne needs to reach a rope, otherwise he can kiss his All State title goodbye!

Hackett keeps a firm hold on the champion's leg. DMR writhes in agony on the mat, as he slowly reaches towards the far ropes. The referee continues to count on Zak's hold, but Zak will not break the hold.

JG: Zak's playin' smart here, Michaels, he knows he can get a certain amount of leeway with the referee...they never break the hold after 5...

DM: Yeah that's true, Grande

The referee signals for Hackett to break the hold, but Hackett doesn't budge. In fact, he locks the move on even tighter, and De Marco Ryne lets out an excruciating scream. Ryne crawls even closer to the ropes, and reaches out his hand....

JG: HE CAN'T REACH! Ryne hasn't crawled far enough, Michaels...he's gonna have to tap out!

Hackett's face is a picture of agression - he will not break the submission move. DMR tries to crawl even further, and manages an extra foot or so...until he eventually manages to grasp the bottom rope!

DM: He made it! Ryne made it to the bottom rope - the match will continue!

Hackett breaks the hold off, and goes for a pin attempt on Ryne...

1...

2...

Ryne manages to get a foot on the ropes!

JG: Great thinkin' by the champ! He just needs to gain some advantage over Zak now...

Zak gets back to his feet, and hits Ryne with a Gut-Wrench Powerbomb!

JG: Wow! That'll do it right there, Michaels...!

Hackett goes for the pin...

1...2...kick-out again by De Marco Ryne!

DM: I don't know how he's able to do that, the punishment Zak has dished out tonight!

Zak Hackett gets to his feet, and picks up Ryne. He Irish Whips DMR into the ropes, and attempts another Spear on the return. But Ryne moves to the side and uses Zak's own momentum to throw him in to the ring post!

DM: WHOA!!! ZAK HIT THE POST!!! De Marco Ryne just threw him into the post!

JG: I think Zak could be out cold, Don...!

Ryne falls to the canvas. Zak lies motionless in the corner. The referee begins the count on Zak Hackett and De Marco Ryne.

1...

2...

DM: I don't know whether Hackett will actually get up after that, Jim...

5...

6...

JG: Nah, me neither...but Ryne needs to hurry up and get to his feet if he's planning on winnin' this match...

8...

Ryne begins to get to his feet...Hackett begins to look slightly alive...

9...

...De Marco Ryne reaches his feet as Hackett regains consciousness. DMR takes advantage of the situation, and approaches Zak. He starts to lay kicks into Hackett's chest and stomach areas. He then picks up Hackett, and goes for a Shuffle Side Kick...

JG: If this connects it's over!

...but Hackett ducks the kick, and rolls Ryne up into a small package!

DM: Wait a minute!

1...2...NO! RYNE KICKS OUT!

DM: De Marco Ryne SOMEHOW kicked out of it!

JG: The match STILL goes on! What an epic!

Zak Hackett cannot believe he didn't get the 3-fall. He debates with the referee, but the ref will not change his mind! Ryne takes this opportunity to gain some offensive advantage over Hackett. He quickly scampers up to the top rope. Zak turns around to face Ryne, and DMR flies and hits a Top Rope Shooting Star DDT!!!

DM: THE HIGH-RYNE!!! HE GOT IT!!!

Ryne goes for the pin on Hackett...

1....2....3!!!

JG: What?! It's over?! Definitely this time?!

DM: Yeah! De Marco Ryne retains his title, in what could be the hardest-fought match of his career - his life even!

THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL AND STILL PPW ALL STATE CHAMPION - De Marco Ryne!

Just then the lights cut out and the crowd fills with a huge gasp, when the lights come back on De Marco Ryne is placed sitting up in the corner. Standing over him is the 6’4” emotionless Draven, with a microphone in hand.

Draven: “Ryne you’ve talked the talk, hell you even walked the walk! But when it comes down to it De Marco you are nothing compared to me; you are nothing more than a spec of dust in my shadow. Can you feel it De Marco? The pain rushing through your body, the loss of oxygen to the brain.”

At that Draven drives his knee into the throat of De Marco Ryne and holds it there, several gasps can be heard from Ryne. After a moment or two Draven removes his knee and begins to let out a sick chuckle.

Draven: “Motionless… Speechless…”

Draven begins to get agitated and begins to scream in Ryne’s face, slapping him time and time again. Followed by whipping his face pain onto Ryne’s shirt. Looking into Draven’s eyes you can see anger, deep black anger he begins to scream so more.

Draven: “WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I AM DRAVEN YOU WORTHLESS SON OF A BITCH, I AM THE MAN WHO IS GOING TO TAKE YOU TO YOUR LIMITS. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU MOUTH HAS GOTTEN YOU INTO, DE MARCO RYNE THE ALL-AMERICAN, THE ALL STATE CHAMPION. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT YOU ARE LAYING THERE LOOKING INTO MY EYES MOTIONLESS. YOU CAN’T EVEN DEFEND YOURSELF. YOU MAKE ME SICK! SOON YOU AND I WILL CLIMB INTO THIS RING….”

Draven stops screaming.

Draven: “And will be face to face, without lighting effects and back stabbing. Soon enough De Marco Ryne… Soon enough…”

The arena goes black and when the lights come back on Draven is gone and Ryne is still propped up in the corner.

Chris Collins is shown once again backstage outside C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci's office. He knocks to enter, and is summoned by a voive from within.

CC: Hi sir, er...I was just lookin' for you to see what you had to say about the stipulation for tonight's Blodgames Title match between Verafai Omega and Jesy Blue...?

Johnny Dinucci looked up from his paperwork, and eyeballs Collins.

JD: What have I got to say? What SHOULD I have to say, Collins? Eh? What should I have to say?

Collins stares blankly at his boss.

JD: Well you know what, Chris. I think I should say something about it, after all, poor little Quentin Barnes is strung up somewhere in Chicago in a hospital bed...so he certainly can't address this ghastly PPW crowd.

Boos and jeers can be heard from inside the arena.

JD: Hello to you too, Nashville!

The chants of "asshole" start up for Johhny Dinucci.

JD: Anyway, I'm gonna make a public address to the fans about tonight's stipulation in the Bloodgames Title match. You'll have my answer then, with everybody else...ok Collins you little prick?

Collins is dumbfounded, and becomes unable to answer.

JD: Now get the hell outta my office before I get somebody to throw you out!

Collins quickly exits the office. The camera cuts back inside to show Dinucci.

JD (to himself): S'pose I better go address this shit hole crowd!

Fade back to ringside.

DM: Well there you have it folks, Johnny Dinucci on his way out here momentarily to sort out the stipulation for tonight's match!

"Eat You Alive" by Limp Bizkit hits, and the PPW C.E.O. struts out on to the ramp way. He swaggers slowly down to the ring, and climbs the steps. He enters the ring over the second rope, and grabs a microphone.

JD: Ladies, gentlemen, and people from Nashville...

The crowd don't warm to the comment made by Dinucci.

JD: I believe there is a certain situation that needs resolving...and it's regarding the PPW Bloodgames Title match between Verafai Omega and Jesy Blue...now as I'm sure you already know, Quentin Barnes is hospitalised, and could be for several weeks, so you have me in charge solely tonight, and for the coming weeks!

The crowd jeer Dinucci as he smugly delivers his speech.

JD: Now I know that Quentin Barnes has a hell of a lot of dislike for Verafai Omega, and I have a hell of a lot of dislkike for Jesy Blue...that son-of-a-bitch should have been fired for drug abuse a loooong time ago! But anyway, Quentin ain't here, but I am...so I have considered several types of match...and have decided that the Bloodgames title will be decided in PPW's first EVER...

The crowd desperately wait to hear what match they will see tonight.

JD: GLASS CABINET MATCH!!!

DM: No! That was Omega's choice of match! Dinucci is purposely siding with Omega here!

JG: Great choice boss! I never liked that stoner Jesy Blue anyways!

The crowd rant and rave at Dinucci for his extremely biased decision.

JD: Now, now, calm down...I think Omega's been treated unfairly by Barnes these past few weeks, and I think it's about time the odds were stacked against somebody else for a change...namely Jesy Blue! So here are the rules for the Glass Cabinet Match...basically the ring will be surrounded by 4 glass walls, very similar in idea to a Cage match, only glass instead. The match, however, cannot end until ALL 4 glass panels have been destroyed! If all panels are destroyed, then it's business as usual - pinfalls and submissions will allow for a title to change hands, otherwise a count-out or disqualification means that Verafai will retain his title no matter what.

DM: This is sick! Omega and Dinucci on the same page! If Barnes were here he'd put a stop to this!

JG: But he isn't here, Michaels, ha ha ha !!!

JD: Now Barnes, I know you're watching this you crippled son-of-a-bitch...so I'm gonna make this a little more interesting...just for Omega's and my own pleasure...I've sent a cameraman down to the Chicago hospital where good ol' QB is stayin', and he's gonna catch a glimpse of Barnes' face before, during, and after this affair is over tonight!

The fans let out huge boos for the co-owner of the company.

JD: So enjoy the match Barnes...and Nashville..rot in hell!

Dinucci drops the microphone and leaves up the ramp way, smiling to himself as he does so.

DM: The first ever PPW Glass Cabinet Match will be here tonight...and QB has a live feed!!!

JG: I can't wait, Donny boy!!!

MATCH 5
STREET FIGHT
James Spyder vs. White Dragon

JG: Here we go with this Street Fight I guess…*coughspyderbastardcough*

“Dig” by Mudvayne hits the PA as James Spyder walks menacingly down the ramp… with that croquet mallet he has made famous.

DM: Yeah, this may be a street fight, but that mallet is heinous…

Spyder is just about to enter the ring when the lights dim as “Not Meant For Me” by Wayne Static cuts off the Mudvayne blowing through the PA. Smoke rolls in as blue light move around. White Dragon comes to the ring wearing a black priestly robe with a white scarf with black crosses on it around his neck. He walks down to the ring with his arms out to his side and his head down. Spyder seems to like this opportunity, as he jumps down from the apron and casually walks over to Dragon, just causally attempting a vile modified Head Leak.

JG: DUCK!

White Dragon drops down to his knees as Spyder swings for the fences, missing barely as White Dragon takes him down with a double leg on the ramp.

DM: Let me guess, you enjoyed last week so much you decided to do it all over again?

JG: Huh?

A replay shows as Spyder and Dragon exchange right hands on the ramp.

JG: Oh… no. As much as I’d like to take credit for that, because as much as I hate Dragon, I hate Spyder more, but no, that was inadvertent.

DM: Then wha…

Donovan gets smacked in the back of the head by a bag of peanuts as Grande cracks up.

JG: That vendor has a good arm huh? 100 yards that must be…

Spyder gets the advantage on the ramp brawl, as the referee decides to ring the bell, seeing as the match is falls count anywhere. Spyder lands a few right hands into Dragon’s face, and laughs sadistically as he reaches for his mallet.

DM: Ooooow…

JG: Oh shut up, that bag wasn’t that big or hard. Besides, feel lucky that wasn’t that damn croquet mallet…

Spyder taunts Dragon by pressing the business end of the mallet upside his face and moving around his cheeks and nose. Dragon tries to struggle, but Spyder pulls up the mallet and thrusts it into his chest.

DM: He’ll be feeling that in the morning… whew.

JG: …I hate that expression… DON’T YOU THINK HE’S FEELING IT NOW?!

DM: Calm down Grande… can we get someone from the back to give Grande his Ritalin?

Spyder grabs an arm of Dragon, and along with the mallet, drags him up to the top of the stage. Spyder drops the mallet as Dragon desperately thrusts Spyder in his throat. Dragon shakes some cobwebs loose as Spyder tries to regain his breath. White Dragon slides off the ramp and starts walking along the crowd. Spyder gives chase after a few moments, and catches up to him near the curtains for the audience entrance. He begins to whack W.D. with forearm after forearm to the back of the head until Dragon turns around into a clothesline.

DM: They’re going to the backstage area…

Grande can be heard whispering to the front row behind him.

DM: Wh-

JG and front row: THANK YOU GENERAL OBVIOUS!

DM: … It’s Captain, and overused… pequeña.

Spyder and Dragon stumble through the curtain to a herd of late… really late arriving fans. They begin trading punches again until Dragon nails a kick to the gut and lifts his leg over Spyder’s head, attempting a complete shot. He goes to grab his arm and turn him over, as Spyder spins out of it into a spike DDT on the concrete!

DM: Good god…

JG: Yeah, I know, that poor floor.

The fans surround the two as they try to get some air time as Spyder covers Dragon. The ref can’t see this, as he’s trying to part the fans to get to the action. Finally he does, but before he can count Dragon kicks out. Spyder gets on his knees and shakes his head, before he starts attacking each fan!

DM: Now that’s just out of line!

Spyder punches out three of the fans, and goes for a fourth when Dragon crotches Spyder with a steel pipe.

JG: Yeesh… there goes one of the Spyder’s legs…

Dragon manoeuvres his way in front of Spyder and Irish whips him into a concession stand counter. White Dragon then starts looking around bezerk. His face lights up, as he sweeps things off the condiments table. He throws Spyder up onto it, picks him up, and attempts a Downward Spiral through the table. Spyder just smiles and chuckles as he hooks Dragon’s leg with his foot and Downward Spiral’s HIM onto the floor! He gingerly spins him over and covers.

1…2…3!

DM: It's over! Spyder won the damn match!

JG: I HATE JAMES SPYDER!!!

THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - James Spyder!

The scene cuts backstage as we see a longshot to a dressing room door. Gina Williams is busy adjusting her mic as the locker room door swings open and Dylan, sister of Liana, steps out. Upon noticing Gina, Dylan attempts to hide her head and quickly walks the opposite direction, to which Gina takes a step after her, however she stops dead in her tracks as a second person exits the room, Verafai Omega, decked in full wrestling attire and looking a little surprised to see Gina.

Williams: Verafai Omega, this certainly is a shock, was that Dylan we just witnessed exiting your locker room?

Omega: That’s none of your concern Gina. The only item i’d like to talk about this evening is my upcoming match. Jesy Blue may be PPW’s resident clown, but unfortunately it takes a little more than a big red nose, floppy shoes and a green wig to win at this game. I have no reservations about stepping up on the card, this ‘promotion’, if you want to call it that, is well overdue. Tonight, in PPW’s first ever glass cabinet match, it’s inevitable that Jesy Blue will become victim number seven. Oh and Quentin Barnes, I know you’re watching, I have a little surprise for you...

Omega storms off down the hallway before Gina can utter the beginnings of her next question.

MATCH 6
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
The Dark Lotus vs. Liana

Lia's figure appears behind a smoke screen, ‘Celebrity Skin’ by Hole kicks in, and the lights go out... 2 or 3 seconds later strobe lights flash around the arena before the lights eventually come back on to see Lia part way down the ramp, Todd by her side... She gets to the end of the ramp, slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, before waving to the fans.

Lotus walks into the arena with all the ights 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.

JG: What’s that goof doing with Lia, I thought he was supposed to be Dylans boyfriend?

DM: I’m sure he’s only here as moral support.

JG: Moral support my ass, and speaking of ass, damn Liana is smokin. By the way, now that Krazy Kris is gone, does that mean Lianas available?

DM: How should i know?

JG: You were an investigative reporter once, why don’t you go find out, and if she is, ask her out for me eh?

DM: You wish.

Meanwhile in the ring Liana has jumped Lotus at the bell and immediately stomps him down to the mat, she picks him up and whips him into the near ropes, on the way back Liana hits a picture perfect dropkick, sending Lotus to the mat once again.

DM: Liana’s all over Lotus at this point.

Liana hits a quick elbow drop before heading to the top rope, she stands but Lotus is quickly up to his feet and catches Liana before she can fly, Lotus nails a few quick shots to the body, before gathering Liana on his shoulders, and hitting a death valley driver, he goes for the pin 1....2...Kickout. Lotus kicks liana a few times before pulling her up, he clasps her by the throat and lifts her up...

JG: Lotus ain’t wasting any time, he’s going for the Pits of hell.

In midair Liana manages to twist her body and hit Lotus with a super ddt! He falls in a heap as Liana stands, and looks fired up, she hits a legdrop across the throat and drags Lotus to his feet, Liana hits a quick backfist followed by a belly to belly suplex.

DM: I can’t believe she got him over.

JG: If she has that much strength in the ring, I can only imagine the type of moves she could pull off in the bedroom.

DM: Keep it in your pants Bomb.

Liana heads to the top rope and signals for the KSGS, she flies off the top rope but as she does Lotus reaches over and pulls the ref in front of him, Liana crashes into the ref, subsequently falling on her head, and meanwhile knocking the ref out cold.

DM: Oh come on, that should be a disqualification.

JG: Nah, let the match continue, the longer i get to view Liana the better.

Lotus is the first to his feet as he looks at the two fallen people in the ring. He gets a sick smile on his face before heading out the ring. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair, before heading back into the ring.

DM: I don’t see why he needs to do this.

Liana begins to stir and very groggily climbs back to her feet as Lotus lines her up from behind, Lotus lifts the chair above his head, but fails to notice that Todd has slid into the ring, he snatches the chair away from Lotus and quickly slides out of the ring with it. Lotus looks irate as he turns to look at Todd, he begins screaming something at him as suddenly Liana connects with a low blow from behind. Lotus crumbles to the mat as once agian Liana heads to the top rope, she flies off with the KSGS and nails it perfectly.

DM: Liana has Lotus beaten!

JG: No shit, too bad there aint no referee to count the fall.

The referee is still laid out as Liana begins to shake him. The ref takes a while but eventually begins to stir as Liana makes the cover 1........2......3 No. Kickout!

DM: This match should be over!

JG: Nah, Lotus would have kicked out.

Liana looks frustrated as she picks up Lotus and drags him to the top rope.

DM: I think Liana’s looking to hit her patented move, Wasted, on Lotus.

JG: Good luck trying to lift him.

Liana sets up Lotus, however Lotus begins to throw a flurry of punches at Liana, eventually knocking her back down to the mat. Lotus perches himself, and as Liana stands to her feet, he flies off with a clothesline, sending Liana crashing to the mat. Lotus picks up Liana immediately and scoops her into position for The Darkness.

JG: This is it! Liana’s finished.

Suddenly Todd jumps up on the apron still holding the chair, right in front of Lotus, Lotus drops Liana down to the mat and heads over to deal with the nuisance, Lotus swings a punch at Todd, but Todd ducks and jumps off the apron, Lotus screams obscenities at Todd before turning back around. Lotus hasn’t noticed Liana get back to her feet and as he turns around, Liana rolls him into a small package 1......2.......3!!

DM: She did it! Liana just beat Dark Lotus.

JG: Can anyone say, screwjob!

DM: Hey, it was Lotus who first introduced that chair to the match.

JG: Bah, whatever, at least Liana’s beautiful face is still in tact.

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Liana!

MATCH 7
PPW BLOODGAMES TITLE MATCH
GLASS CABINET MATCH
Verafai Omega vs. Jesy Blue

Donovan: We’re one match away from our Main Event World Title Match between the current Champion “The Perfect Weapon” Tre Crawford and William Stone and what a match it is Bomb !!

“The Bomb”: Calm down before you have a child Donnie…

Donovan: You take the fun out of everything Grande, why shouldn’t I be pumped about this ? It’s the first ever “Glass Cabinet Match” and it’s for the PPW Bloodgames Title !!!

“The Bomb”: That’s what I’m here for dopey, someone has to keep this program from wandering too far into the moronic…you certainly don’t do anything to keep this show on the upper end. It’s probably your fault that our ratings dropped so far a couple of weeks ago.

Donovan: You know you really are an asshole Bomb.

“The Bomb”: Let’s just get to the introductions Donnie…you’re ruining this match already.

The Bomb finishes what he was saying and the camera shot switches over to the entrance. The arena is immediately blasted with the opening of DJ Legacy;

“All the lights go out in the arena as a deep harmonized voice begins laughing over the PA, then speaks:

"ARE YOU READY? BRING ON THE SMOKE. TURN OUT THE LIGHTS. CAN YOU FEEL THE ENERGY? I SAID CAN YOU FEEL THE ENERGY?! OKAY. NOW... GET READY TO LOSE YOUR MIND. GET READY TO LOSE CONTROL. NOW... YOUR A VICTIM... OF HARDSTYLE!"

After that the raver music begins and yellow, green and blue strobe lights begin flashing to the bassline. Jesy Blue comes out wearing green baggy UFO pants and a big furry hat carrying glowsticks, which he tosses into the crowd, and has a neon pacifier in his mouth. He walks up to the cage and takes a look at it, a curious and somewhat nervous look on his face. He runs his hands over the shiny surface and then shrugs with a quirky grin on his face before stepping into the ring and standing on the turnbuckle, throwing his hands into the air to a loud cheer.

“The Bomb”: There’s Barnes’ personal stooge and recent dental surgery poster child with that damned pacifier in his mouth. If we’re lucky he’ll keep it there.

Michaels looks at him with an expression of disgust on his face but doesn’t get the chance to answer as he’s immediately interrupted by the sound of “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit, immediately throwing the audience to their feet in wild applause at the music of PPW’s President, Quentin Barnes.

Donovan: Quentin Barnes ??!!! The Wolf is here ??!! I thought he was in the hospital !!! This can’t be good for Verafai Omega !!!

He gets his answer immediately as the thunderous cheers immediately turn into boos as none other than Verafai Omega comes strutting out from behind the curtain with a nasty smile on his face. He walks half way out onto the stage and throws his hands up, turning around and mocking the crowd. He walks down the ramp imitating the mannerisms and gestures of the felled President of the promotion, only he pulls his hands away from fans when they’re offered and makes some kind of offending gesture with them. He finally gets into the ring and steps through door, paying no attention to the cage at all. He steps through the ropes but doesn’t get the chance to continue aggravating the crowd as Jesy immediately leaps on him and flattens him with a second rope springboard neckbreaker, sending Omega down to the mat very hard.

“The Bomb”: Come on Donnie…what kind of hero is he ? You’re always complaining about how men like Omega fight and he starts the off with a total cheap shot !

Donovan: “Cheap shot ?” This is a Bloodgames match…there’s nothing illegal here Bomb ! You know that.

“The Bomb”: He just did that because he knows Omega would wipe the glass with his face. Speaking of the glass tubby why not explain the rules of the match…you have to be good for something.

Donovan totally ignores the insult as Jesy follows up on Omega by following up the neckbreaker with a triple jump moonsault and a leg drop to the back of Omega’s head, driving it into the mat.

Donovan: The rules of this match are simple Bomb; the cage is the biggest weapon in this match. In order for either man to go for a pinfall or submission they have to break all four glass walls. That won’t be easy though, that’s double paned glass. Once they manage to break all four walls of the cage they can go for the pinfall or submission or continue torturing one another until one of them can no longer continue.

“The Bomb”: Ya see, you do serve a purpose.

Donovan shoots The Bomb a disgusted look at Jesy picks Omega up and whips him into the ropes. Omega bounces off of them and comes flying back at Jesy who leaps up and flattens him by driving a dropkick straight into his sternum. Omega drops to the canvas clutching at his chest but has no time to recover as Jesy picks him back up and underhooks his arms, driving two hard knee strikes into the same place as the dropkick landed causing Omega to gasp audibly for air. Jesy looks down at him and grins then whips him outward by his arms before roughly jerking him backwards and dropping him with a Regal Cutter. The crowd “ooh’s” and cheers the move and are even more impressed when Jesy retains his hold on Omega’s arms, lifting him back up and flooring him with a double underhook DDT. The move leads the fans to give Jesy a loud ovation for the well constructed chain of moves. Jesy responds by standing up and taking a bow as Omega pulls himself up from the canvas.

Donovan: That was a beautiful chain of moves by Jesy to get the early advantage on Verafai, he deserves that ovation from the fans

“The Bomb”: Well Donnie you’d better not pat him on the back too soon because Verafai is up to his feet and he doesn’t look happy.

Omega stands up from the mat and walks over to Jesy, who’s still celebrating his early advantage. Omega pats him on the shoulder and waits for him to turn around, smashing him viciously in the mouth when he does and causing his head to snap back as he clutches at his mouth with a badly dazed expression on his face. Omega doesn’t give him a chance to recover from the haymaker and follows it up by grabbing him around the neck and crashing to the mat with a vicious and visually stiff Omega Device that leaves Jesy writhing in agony. Omega stands up to a loud chorus of boos and laughs visibly, mocking the fans before walking back over Jesy and rearing back, coming forward with a vicious kick that drives like a piston into Jesy’s mouth. The move has so much force behind it that it literally flips Jesy over onto his back with blood coming from his mouth.

Donovan: There’s the first blood of the match, although I can’t say that’s quite the way that I expected to see it.

“The Bomb”: That was great ! He almost broke the first pane of glass by punting Jesy’s head through it like a soccer ball ! It looks like Jesy is going to need more dental work.

Omega walks over to the still writing Jesy and pulls him to his feet and proceeds to wrap his arms around the man’s legs and lift him into the air. The crowd visibly gasps in anticipation and responds with a loud “OWWWW !!!” when Omega drops backwards and smashes Jesy face first into the ring post with a combination Stun Gun/ snake eyes type of move. Jesy’s face slams into it and snaps back but Omega doesn’t let go, instead he lifts him back up and drops him into the canvas face first with a modified bulldog that causes Jesy to lie on his stomach completely still.

“The Bomb”: It looks like Omega has the boss’s personal stooge totally neutralized already. Perhaps Jesy should throw in the towel before he needs his jaw to be rebuilt, he’s getting destroyed. I love it.

Donovan: You would, but I can tell you that Mr. Barnes is not happy about this. We have a satellite linkup to his hospital room where’s he’s watching this from his bed. Let’s cut over and take a look.

The shot turns to the site of a very concerned looking Quentin Barnes sitting up in his hospital bed with his arms folded across his massive chest. The fans cheer madly at the sight of him with draws a wave and a smile from him before his face becomes stony again, giving the camera man a perfect opportunity to switch back to the match. The picture switches back to the ring where Omega continually whips Jesy outward and then jerks him roughly back inward and stiffly clotheslines him, making sure that his clotheslines land high so that they smash into his mouth instead of his chin. After five or six of the moves the fans are booing furiously at what they see as a cheap tactic and Barnes looks like he’s ready to leap through the screen and throttle Verafai himself. After completing the modified clothesline assault he pulls Jesy to his feet and slaps him hard across the mouth, which seems to wake Jesy up a little although it doesn’t totally clear the cobwebs out of his head. Omega doesn’t give him the chance to totally recover however as he brings him up short with a kick to the stomach and a stiff piledriver.

Donovan: Things look very bad for Jesy right now…

“The Bomb”: They ain’t so hot for Barnes either, he looks like he’s about to blow a gasket.

Omega again walks over to Jesy and pulls him to his feet, kicking him in the stomach and bending him over. He lifts him high into the air and then flips him over, sitting down and slamming Jesy face first into the mat with an x-factor. Omega immediately pops up and starts hamming it up for the rabidly booing fans. After a few minutes of taunting them he pulls Jesy to his feet and hits an obvious low blow. The blow drops Jesy to his knees clutching at his groin and Omega bounces off the far ropes and slams him in the mouth with another clothesline, flooring Blue again. Omega immediately picks him up into a suplex position and holds it for a few seconds before dropping to the mat, drilling him down with a brainbuster the he keeps the hold on and stands up again with, this time twisting around in a few circles before sitting down and dropping him into a modified facebuster. The move draws further ire from the fans, who start futilely throwing trash at the sides of the glass cage. The objects bounce off and fall to the floor, causing one hell of a mess. Omega just stands up and smirks.

“The Bomb”: Omega seems to be in firm control right now. The corporate butt kisser is getting his kicked…I love it !!

Donovan: You would. You just love to hate the popular players.

Omega scrapes Jesy off the mat and Irish whips him into the corner, yelling loudly and then taking off at a dead run in an attempt to land “Verify This”. Unfortunately for Omega this does not happen as Jesy rolls out of the corner causing Omega to land chest first across the and spring backwards towards center ring. Jesy responds with stiff boot to the gut that doubles Omega over so that Jesy can pick him up and land a reverse atomic drop. Omega never gets a chance to fall over as Jesy grabs him, rears back and flattens him with a hard snapping clothesline that spins him around and leaves him face down on the mat. Jesy immediately falls to his knees to get a much needed breather.

Donovan: That clothesline nearly turned Verafai Omega inside out ! What a shot !

“The Bomb”: It was ok, just a lucky shot.

Donovan looks at The Bomb like he’s going to slap him upside the head before nodding his head in disgust and going back to calling the match. Jesy finally staggers to his feet and walks over to Omega, pulling him slowly to his feet. As soon he has Omega up the two begin to trade shots until they get to the middle of the ring. Omega takes lets loose with a haymaker that misses by a mile after Jesy ducks under it and pops back up, grabbing his arm and arm dragging him over to the right side of the ring. Omega comes to his feet, leaning with his arms over the rope and his head wobbling a little, ala Arn Anderson. Jesy walks over to him and lets loose with a stinging slap to the chest that momentarily doubles Omega over, when he pops back up he’s wheel kicked over the top rope and knocked to the floor.

Donovan: Did you see that ??!! Jesy isn’t down and out after all ! Come on Jesy…win one for the boss !! Win one for yourself !!! Win it for the fans !!

“The Bomb”: Jeez Don… do you have a little bread to go with that cheese ?

Donovan: I don’t know what you mean Bomb.

“The Bomb”: Suuuure you don’t. You must have left your pom poms in the back with your skirt.

Jesy waits for a few seconds for Omega to get to his feet and pull himself up to the second rope and then runs up the ropes and leaps off, smashing Omega square in the mouth with a springboard dropkick that throws Omega off the apron and into the glass front first, where he slides off of it like a bug off of a windshield before settling at ringside in a heap. Jesy stands on the apron and throws his hands up to a thunderous cheer.

Donovan: Did you hear that cracking noise ???!!! Did you hear it Bomb !!!

“The Bomb”: Yes I did dipshit and I think we’re gonna see some serious bleeding soon and I sure as hell hope it goes to that moron with the pacifier.

Reacting almost as if he had heard what “The Bomb” had just said Jesy slides under the bottom rope and pulls his pacifier from around his neck and jams it between his knuckles, then proceeds to walk over to Omega and jam it straight into his eye, grinding it in for all he’s worth.

“The Bomb”: I wonder what he calls that move Donovan ?

Donovan: Don’t even say it Bomb…that’d be low, even by your standards.

“The Bomb: You’re no fun Donovan.

Donovan: Consider us even Bomb.

“The Bomb”: I really hate you.

Donovan: I don’t see myself losing any sleep over that.

Jesy tosses away the pacifier and rolls Omega back into the ring, following him in. Jesy never gets the chance to follow up because Omega leaps up and stomps him on the back of head. Omega uses the break to run backwards off of the ropes and lands a baseball slide dropkick into his head, knocking him out again so that he’s leaning on the apron and half on the floor. Jesy climbs onto one knee as Omega decides to go for the same move again. This time it doesn’t succeed as Jesy uses his lower weight to slingshot himself through the ropes and drive a shoulder deep into the gut of Omega, staggering him backwards a step. Jesy follows up on his momentum by following up and grabbing Omega into a double underhook, gaining extra momentum by leaping up onto the second rope. Jesy pitches backwards and throws Omega up and over the ropes, where he flies back first through the glass, shattering it loudly and sending glass shards everywhere.

Donovan: Holy Christ !!!

“The Bomb”: Don’t be a wimp, I’ve taken far worse. They do call me “The Bomb” after all.

Donovan: I thought that was just commentary on most of your matches.

“The Bomb”: Fu…

Donovan: Ah ah Bomb, language. This is a family show.

Jesy looks under the ring for a few seconds and pulls out a pair of tables. He pulls them outside the broken cage and out to an unbroken side, setting them up side to side. After doing so he immediately runs back to the ring and digs around under it, pulling a high climb ladder out and setting it up in the ring against the ropes parallel to the side where the tables are. After setting up the ladder Jesy looks at Omega with a smile crossing his face. He starts to ascend it slowly, not really paying any attention to his opponent who’s gotten to his feet and has slid back into the ring after staggering up to it. As Jesy gets to the middle of the ladder Omega staggers up to the end of it and begins to climb it with his back to the cage. Jesy reaches the top and finally notices Omega who’s somehow almost dragged himself to the top of the ladder himself. As he reaches the top the two begin exchanging punches again. Omega goes to land another punch but it gets blocked and he gets his head slammed off of the end of the ladder for the effort wobbling him a little. Jesy takes a step up to set up for a sunset flip into some type of move but get a shot to the groin that doubles him over when he tries to roll over for the second half of the move. Omega takes the opportunity to grab Jesy by the shoulders, heave as hard as he can and throw Jesy through the glass like a lawn dart. Jesy slams through it head first, shattering it and then flips over and crashes back first through the two tables, utterly destroying them. Omega responds to it by raising his hands and smiling evilly to a thunderous boo.

Donovan: Goddamn…he could have a broken back from that !!

“The Bomb”: We should be so lucky.

Donovan: You know you really are a first class as..

“The Bomb”: Ah ah Donno…language…fair is fair after all.

Omega climbs down the ladder and walks around to the trainwreck that is the outside of the ring. He reaches down and grabs two large handfuls of glass, sliding into the ring and tossing them down. He repeats this move one more time, creating a nasty looking covering of glass on the mat. He walks back to the outside and drags the still basically dead Jesy back into the ring, promptly picking him up and hitting a side Russian legsweep onto the broken glass. He picks Jesy up, adding the blood from the back of Jesy’s head onto his blood soaked back. At this point both men are blood covered messes, although Jesy is in far worse shape, as his entire body is soaked with blood whereas Omega’s blood is mostly coming out of the numerous cuts in his back, shoulders and legs from the glass shards. Jesy has so much glass sticking from his body that he looks like a porcupine. On the big screen Barnes looks like he’s caught somewhere between excessive concern for the lives of his two wrestlers and sheer horror at the look of the match. Inside the ring Omega pulls Jesy to his feet and sticks him with another piledriver and then rolls his body out of the ring. He walks over to grab him when he’s met with a shot to the groin of his own, doubling him over. Jesy follows the low blow up by wrapping his arms around the head of Omega and DDTing him face first into the floor off of the apron, promptly collapsing afterward.

Donovan: Someone has to stop this, this is pure insanity !!

“The Bomb”: Even I’m impressed by this !!

Donovan: It’s about time you give Jesy his due !

“The Bomb”: Screw him !! He’s being carried in this match by Verafai Omega and you know it !

Donovan: I don’t believe you ! I always knew you were an arrogant, obnoxious, patronizing prick…but this is a new low, even for you !!

After what seems like a short eternity both men slowly get to their feet and collapse standing onto each other. This doesn’t last long however as both men realize what’s happening and begin immediately trading punches again. After another long period of punch throwing and chest slapping Omega goes for another knock out punch but Jesy blocks it and pushes him away, slapping him in the back of the head before backing up a couple of steps. Omega staggers back a couple of steps and gets an enraged look on his face then points at Jesy and makes a mad dash at him, going for what looks like a running clothesline. As he gets to Jesy the smaller man easily sidesteps Omega, places both hands on the back of his shoulders and leans forward, adding his force to Omega’s forward momentum and literally hurtling him through the third pane of glass and out over the guardrail, into the crowd.

Contrary to what one would think both announcers sit at ringside with their mouths hanging open. Jesy walks over to Omega and drags him back out of the crowd, getting many approving slaps to the shoulders as he does so. He pulls back into the ring and rolls him into it, grabbing a large shard of glass as he does so. He holds the glass up to a thunderous outpouring of applause and a smile and nod from President Barnes. He holds it up for another few seconds, nods to Barnes and then leans over, repeatedly digging the obscenely large shard of glass into Omega’s head, digging and pulling until the blood is freely flowing from an extremely large gash in Omega’s head. Jesy takes the glass and discards it, leaving Omega to lie in his own ocean of blood. Jesy is so weak from the blood loss he’s suffered, he is finding it very hard to stand without the ref helping out. After a few moments, both men barely manage to stand and start to lazily swing at each other. Both land weak punches until their second wind kicks in giving the crowd a reason to get excited cause they knew that there was one more pane of glass to go. Omega gets Jesy in a headlock and starts getting pulled back to the ropes. Both men do a push off and Omega ends up being whipped into the far ropes. He bounces off and comes flying back, moving so rapidly that Jesy can’t dodge him and almost gets his head removed by the running clothesline that he’d avoided before. This time Jesy does the full flip but barely has the chance to crash to the ground when Omega scrapes him off the canvas and immediately plants him like a pylon into the mat with a painfully stiff Michinoku Driver. Omega hauls him to his feet and carries him over to the corner, placing him atop the third rope. He then steps to the outside of the ring where the last remaining wall of unbroken glass is standing and climbs the outside of the ropes, picks Jesy up as if to execute a superplex and sacrifices himself in the process by leaping backwards and suplexing Jesy through the glass and to the floor, destroying the last remaining wall of glass.

Donovan: Finally that last pane gets shattered !!! Will we see a pinfall or a death soon ??

“The Bomb”: Stop being melodramatic, you’re calling a Bloodgames Title Match, not giving a speech for world peace at the UN.

Both men lay motionless for a good two minutes before they start to show signs of life. Jesy is somehow the first man to his feet and manages to drag himself to the ring. Omega is close behind and Jesy uses the chance to pick him up, landing a quick punch and a body slam. He uses the slam to set Omega up for his triple jump moonsault and takes off to begin the move. He hits the flip but finds out that there’s no one under him when he executes the flip and corrects himself in mid air to land on his feet. Omega kicks him in the gut and goes for the X-Factor again but Jesy flips through it, plants a kick into Omega’s gut and lands the move on him, throwing his arm across Omega’s chest and hoping to hell it’s enough to keep the Bloodgames Champion down. The referee leaps to the mat and starts to slap his hand down like he’s playing a frenzied game of whack a mole.

Donovan: NO !!! Two and three quarters….how in the hell did he kick out of that ??!!

“The Bomb”: Because he’s tough and Jesy isn’t good enough to beat him, that’s how.

Jesy stands up and punches his hand in irritation then kicks Omega again to set him up for The Pacifier. As he gets back to the Champion to underhook his arms Jesy is brought up extremely short by a well placed shot to his manliness and a lightning fast execution of the Omega Device that snaps his head down hard and finally knocks him into oblivion.

Donovan: ONE….TWO…THREE !!! It’s finally over and Omega retains the Bloodgames Title by using a low blow !!! I don’t believe this…what an outrage !!!!

“The Bomb”: Hey, he got caught napping. Verafai is Champion for a reason and a binky sucking yutz like Jesy “I kissed the boss’s ass to get my push” Blue isn’t gonna be the man to take it from him.

THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Verafai Omega!

MAIN EVENT
PPW WORLD TITLE MATCH
Tre Crawford vs. William Stone

DM: This one promises to be a real slobberknocker. 2 former friends-turned worst enemies, battling it out for the richest prize in the game-

JG: -Easy, J.R....calm, yourself!

DM: Anyway, William Stone earned a No. 1 Contender shot by winning at the Battle For Supremacy...Tre then went on to win the title that night, and things have pretty much downward spiralled since that point!

JG: But what a match this will be, Michaels...

DM: Oh yeah, a classic battle comin' up folks!

The lights drop leaving the arena in Darkness, as the beat hits, Strobe Lights flicking rapidly.

"Reload" rattles the Arena and the lights fade to a blood red. Red and Silver Pyrotechnics Blast from the Staff, leaving Ramp shrouded in Smoke.

As the smoke Clears William Stone appears walking slowly and confidently down to the ramp. His Ankle Length Leather Coat Swaying around his Leather Pants, and Black Silk Shirt. He looks around with a rye smirk, then slides into the ring.

As the lights adjust to their regular state, William leans against the ropes with his arms folded awaiting his opponent patiently.

JG: And here's Willy Stone, WOOOOOOO!!!

The lights in the arena dim as a close up picture of the PPW title appears on the Purepain tron. A voice is heard in a soft whispering tone, saying He's Coming. At this point the title begins to flicker in and out, when its out a picture of Tres face replaces it. Tre then steps up onto the ramp with the title belt over his shoulder, as he does Stand Up begins to play. Tre has his head down in deep concentration, after Ludacris says Stand up for the third time, Tre raises his left hand up and flashes the west side symbol, with his right hand he hold the title high above his head for the world to see. As he peaks with both arms pyro begins to explode around him.

Tre then raises his head up and heads towards the ring taunting the fans. Once he struts into the ring, he climbs up on the second rope (Not in the corner) and holds his title up high. He does this once on every section and the is ready for the match to begin.

DM: And here's the World champion, Tre Crawford!

The two men square up in the ring, both with distinct looks of hatred in their eyes. William Stone turns to look at the crowd, and Tre Crawford immediately hits him across the back of the head with a Double Ax Handle, knocking Stone to the canvas!

DM: Cheap shot by Crawford!

JG: He's the champ baby, he can do what the hell he likes!

Crawford immediately goes after Stone with chops to the chest and neck, and a series of eye gauges and eye rakes. Tre then picks up Stone and hits him with a Full Nelson Slam!

JG: Tre's settin' the pace for the match here, Donny boy...

Crawford follows this up with a Back Breaker, picking out vulnerable parts of Stone's anatomy and punishing them hard.

The World champion keeps on attacking, and buries Stone with a Stalling Suplex - holding up a Westside sign with his free hand!

Stone's back hits the mat, and he writhes in agony on the ground. Tre Crawford then laughs in Stone's face, and continues his assault.

DM: That was sheer mockery by Tre...Stone's not gonna stand for that!

JG: Well, at the moment, Stone ain't standin' at all! GET UP WILLY!!!

DM: He can't hear you , Jim...

JG: I don't care, I say GET UP WILLY!!!

Tre goes for a cover on William Stone...

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2...

...kick out on 2 by the challenger!

Stone tries to get back to his feet, but Tre Crawford is too dominant. He hits Stone with a Belly-to-Back Suplex, and again goes for a pin...

1...

2...

...again a kick out by William Stone!

Tre could get annoyed, but instead he sees past it, and laughs in Stone's face once again. He begins to shout at Stone, "YOU CAN'T BEAT ME, BILL...YOU CAN'T DO IT!!!"

DM: That's some serious tauntin' goin' on by the champ!

Stone again tries to get to his feet, and again Crafword prevents him from doing so. This time by hitting him with a German Suplex. Tre then climbs the turnbuckle with Stone in-tow, and hits a rather stunning Superplex!

JG: That'll take a hell of a lot outta William Stone! That back seems to be a bit tender at the moment, Don...

DM: It seems that way to me too. But Stone is a true professional, he'll break through the pain barrier if he wants this title!

JG: I think he'll have to!

Tre Crawford goes for another cover on Stone...

1...

2...

....ANOTHER shoulder up by Stone - great resilience shown! Now Tre begins to get a little bit frustrated. He shouts at the referee and debates the count, but referee Henman is adamant that the shoulder was up on 2!

This buys Stone some time to regroup his thoughts and rebuild his attacking methods. William sneaks up on Tre as he's arguing, and goes for a quick School Boy!

1..2..kick-out in the knick of time by Tre Crawford!

DM: That was nearly a huge upset for Crawford!

JG: Yeah...shit I thought that was it, Don!

This now gives Stone the advantage in thematch. He hits Crawford with a Crescent Kick, followed up by a Snap Suplex. He has the champion worried, and he continues his attack with a Flowing DDT, almost drilling Tre's head through the ring! Stone doesn't let up...he performs a simple Snapmare to get Tre to the fround, and then drops a leg onto his chest.

DM: Great build-up here by William Stone...you can see him leading to something bigger and better!

William then picks up Tre again, and this time hits a T-Bone Suplex. Once Crawford is down again, Stone locks in a Figure 4 Leg Lock!

JG: This'll do it if he gets it right, Don! Not many people can say they've walked away from a William Stone Figure 4!

But Stone doesn't lock it in properly, and Tre Crawford has enough space to reach Stone's face, and punch him in it. Stone breaks the hold and grabs at his face, whilst Tre gets back to his feet, regains his composure, and gets back to attacking.

DM: The Stone attack didn't last long enough to mount any serious challenge I don't think, Bomb...

JG: The match ain't over yet, ass face!

Tre Crawford hits another Stalling Suplex on Stone, but this time instead of giving the "Westside" signal, he points to his waist and winks, as if to say the title was retained already!

DM: What a cocky bastard!

JG: Give him credit, Michaels, he's the champ, he can afford to be cocky!

Crawford goes for another pin attempt on Stone...

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2...

...NO! Another great recovery by William Stone!

JG: This guy just won't stay down!

Tre can't believe his eyes! He was certain he got the 3-count on Stone. But the referee once again says no.

Tre then picks up Stone and hits a Silence...out of nowhere!

DM: SILENCER!!! OH MY GOD IT'S ALL OVER!!! TRE RETAINS THE GOLD!!!

JG: So close, Stone...so close!

Tre decides not to pin Stone though, and instead towers over his foe. He reaches down and slaps him in the face before jumping the length of his body and bouncing off the ropes. He then jumps tham again, bouncing off the ropes on th eother side, and then drops his head into Stone's groinal region!

JG: GETTIN' HEAD!!! Stone's just been Getting Head!

DM: Surely it's over now!

Tre goes for a cover...

1...

DM: Unlucky there William...

2...

JG: Maybe next time...

The 3 never came...William Stone somehow manages to get a shoulder up just before the referee's hand hits the floor for "3"!

Donovan Michaels and Jim "The Bomb" Grande sit motionless, mesmerized by what has just happened!

William Stone crawls back to his feet, and Tre goes for another Silencer. But Stone ducks it, and hits a Stone to Ash as a counter-attacking move!

JG: UNBELIEVABLE! STONE'S HIT STONE TO ASH!!!

Stone then flops on to Tre Crawford, but Tre kicks out after a 2-count.

DM: This match is intense!

Tre then tries to grab his brass knuckles from the corner of the ring to hit the Gangtsa Rap Nut Tap. But the fighter WIlliam Stone heads Tre off at the pass, and hits a Low Blow on Tre - Tre falls onto the refree, blindsiding his view of the match!

DM: LOW BLOW! This one's still wide open!

JG: Unfortunately for Tre, so were his legs!

Stone then grabs the knuckles himself and hits Tre right between the eyes!

DM: Crawford's out cold! Oh my God, Bomb...Tre's out of it!

William Stone then throws the knuckles out of the ring and covers up his actions by hitting "William the Bloody" on Crawford! The referee meanwhile manages to scamper out from underneath Tre Crawford's frame.

Stone covers Tre...

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2...

3!!! He got it! Stone is the new champion!

THE WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL, AND NEW PPW WORLD CHAMPION - William Stone!

As Stone collapses into a heap on the inside of the ring, Colin Zale runs down from the backstage area, and tends to Tre Crawford. Then both men get into the ring, and begin to lay Stone out with a beating of a lifetime!

DM: No! Stop this! The match is over, you lost Tre! You're not the champion anymore!

Tre Crawford hits Stone in the head with the brass knucks, bursting open his forehead!

Zale then continues beating Stone to a pulp, whilst Tre nabs the title out of Stone's grasp!

DM: Wait a minute! That's not yours! That's Stone's belt now!

Tre Crawford and Colin Zale leave the ring area, Tre clutching the gold that he seemingly can't be away from...William Stone lies unconscious and bloody in the PPW ring, alone...without his PPW World Title...

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