MUTILATION - JANUARY 25, 2006

Location: Correl Center in Ottawa, Canada

 

The PPW Logo flashes across the screen before slowly fading to black. After a few seconds Candiria’s “Remove Yourself” begins to play and with it rolls a video package. As the front man’s voice begins the song the video package shows CEO John Dinucci raising his hands in the ring with his new stable. The video continues to roll and shows Lightning continually kicking out from the repeated vicious beatings from Sid Griffith until it culminated with the crowd exploding into cheers when Sid gets disqualified. The next image comes on and shows Jonathan Willis picking up the pin fall over Ash Bombay before jumping to Dark Lotus staring at his bloody fingers. The song hits the bridge and the image changes to Lotus chokeslamming Camilla Nofri from the second rope before putting here away with his Tombstone Piledriver. The image changes again to show Harmony Taylor beating down Shadow and smacking a steel chair over the head of an EMT before jumping back to Harmony finishing lightning off Shadow with “Face the Music” through the open chair.

 

The song breaks for a few seconds, going into its second bridge it shows clips of Shane Kast and Colin Zale beating each other senseless in the Cage Match. The first clip is of Shane hitting the “Kast-tastrophy” onto the top of the cage before leaping to Zale spearing him off of the cage and through the announcers table. The video runs of the two men being swarmed by EMT’s before they both stand up and stagger back into the ring. It goes from there to show Zale putting Kast away with the “Spyder’s Bite” before getting the pinfall. It momentarily shows the clip of John Dunicci standing on the ramp smiling with satisfaction as the two bloodied men are carried out of the arena on stretchers as Donovan Morgan says “Now what they hell does that son of a bitch want ?!” as the song ends and the screen goes black.

 

A few moments later the video comes back on to show Caleb Hart and Quentin Barnes standing across from the ring glaring at each other, Caleb’s face covered in drying blood. The opening of Mastodon’s “Blood and Thunder” starts to play and rapidly goes through clips of the epic encounter. It shows Barnes hammering with rights and lefts before jumping to a shot of Barnes spearing Hart. From there it jumps to Caleb having the upper hand, knocking Barnes to the ground with a lariat before soaring off of the turnbuckle. The image momentarily pauses as Caleb is in mid air and then speeds up to created the image of Caleb slamming into Barnes with a ring shaking flying elbow drop. The image moves to show Caleb staring down in irritation as Barnes kicks out of the pin fall attempt. The video plays to Caleb getting in the referee’s face before jumping to an image of Barnes piledriving Hart onto the ring steps. The video jumps to a shot of hart laying in the ring viciously bleeding from the face as Barnes towers over him. The next image it pans to is the two men running at each other and connecting with mutual big boots to the other’s face, after which both men drop to the mat like fallen trees. The video and song end to the referee counting the double pinfall on them and the show ending with both men lying on the mat staring at the ceiling. The video package ends and immediately jumps to the announcers table to show Donovan Morgan and Jim “The Bomb” Grande.

 

DM: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and WELCOME to PPW Mutilation !! As you just saw from that spectacular video package last week’s show was nothing short of incredible and this week promises to be just as good ! I am Donovan Morgan and I’m seconded as always by Jim “The Bomb” Grande and Bomb, last week’s show was absolutely amazing and ended with a double pinfall in the Main Event ! We have no idea what to expect this week !

 

JG: Yeah, we got to see a great show last week that saw Harmony Taylor assert herself at the expense of Shadow, it saw Shane Kast take the resident senior citizen to the woodshed before being cheated of out a victory by our cowardly alleged champion and it saw an amazing Main Event that ended in a way that none of us expected it to. Most of all we got to see Sid Griffith show everyone in PPW why they should no longer cross the boss as he absolutely dismantled Lightning.

 

DM: He did indeed, it’s too bad for Sid that he let his ego get the better of him because it cost him the match. I personally found Harmony’s behaviors, both in and out of the ring, to be incredibly despicable and as far as the Bloodgames Title match went Zale didn’t cheat and you are an idiot for even saying it. The Main Event was incredible and it set up this week’s Main Event, which will be “Barnes versus Hart Two”! That match should be spectacular and with the inclusion of the Special Referee that match could get completely insane !

 

JG: Yeah, our so called Paramount Champion had to politic his way into this match just so he could help his good buddy Quentin Barnes steal the match and advance ! If you think he’ll be anything near as fair as Mr. Dinucci would be then you’re insane !

 

DM: Bomb, “Dinucci” and “fair” are two words that should never share the same sentence but that point aside the addition of Colin Zale to this match throws in an X-factor that no one will be able to predict the outcome of. I don’t know how you could accuse him of using politics to get into this or of being in it to help Barnes win, but all that proves is just how warped you really are. Then again it’s not like any of us would ever expect you to be objective about anything. Besides, after some of the things that Barnes said to him this week I wouldn’t be surprised if any subconscious edge that Zale may have given Barnes has now gone right out the window !

 

JG: I’m not paid to be objective and Zale is the reason that no one else can get to the top in this promotion, he’s always politicking to keep people down ! For once I agree with Barnes, and that’s saying something. It’s about time that someone other than me put that egotistical ass in his place ! He’s a cancer to this promotion and he’ll be gone soon. I can feel it.

 

DM: I’m going to disregard that statement for the idiocy that it is and just get to introducing the show, which promises to be another excellent one ! This week we again have a set of matches for the Paramount Title Tournament that include former World Champion, The Dark Lotus facing off with the “One Man Revolution” CJ Maxwell. Both men pulled off impressive wins last week and hope to continue on. That match should be great.

 

JG: Lotus was an absolute monster in his match with Camilla Nofri last week and I want to see if he’ll carry that over. Maxwell won his match with brains over brawn.

 

DM: Maxwell cheated.

 

JG: He won didn’t he ? At any rate I’m looking forward to seeing Shane Kast take on Harmony Taylor. It’ll be a battle of the toughest attitudes in PPW ! It should be great !

 

DM: While I agree that it should be a great match I’d call their attitudes “rotten”, not “tough”. There’s a difference. Speaking of “differences” you have to assume that Lightning won’t be at the top of his game this week. The fact that he’s only had two weeks to heal from that beating that Sid Griffith gave him has to make a difference in his match with the up and coming Jonathan Willis. That match should be spectacular !

 

JG: Even I’m excited by this match ! Although Lightning shouldn’t be able to move I can’t wait to see how easily Willis steamrolls him. It should be nice and quick.

 

DM: You are such an ass Grande. I admit that I’ve never liked Lightning, but you have to respect his determination and heart. He had absolutely no reason to continue getting up during that match with Sid and he did anyway ! You have to respect that !

 

JG: No I don’t ! He should have known his place and stayed down when he had the chance !

 

DM: You make me want to puke sometimes. IN spite of that I’ll move on and finish this intro so that we can get to what promises to be a great show. Now, as I was saying I’m looking forward to the match between two of PPW’s brightest young stars. Of course, speaking about stars our Main Event promises to be a five star event ! We get treated to the rematch of last week’s thrilling Main Event between Quentin Barnes and Caleb Hart that ended in a shocking double pinfall !

 

JG: Doesn’t that mean that neither of them were good enough to get the job done ?

 

DM: No it doesn’t mean that Bomb. What it means is that both men are top flight athletes and were completely evenly matched. This match will be fantastic and with Colin Zale as the special referee who knows what might happen.

 

JG: Yeah, like I said he’ll probably…

 

DM: We already know what you think, although no one cares that you think that. We know you hate Colin Zale, we know you think that he’s bad for PPW and we know that you think he should retire. Is it fair to say that your CD of mental phrases is scratched beyond repair or could we ever begin to even <i>hope</i> that you might say something different for once ?

 

JG: I only speak the truth Donnie.

 

DM: Your truth, which really isn’t saying much. Regardless of what you think, and mostly because it really doesn’t matter, the Main Event tonight is going to be phenomenal and whoever wins it has to be an odds on favorite to face Colin Zale for the Paramount Title at our next Pay-Per-View.

 

JG: And hopefully beat him for it so that we don’t have to see his insufferable face on TV every time Mutilation airs. Not that seeing Barnes every week would be much better…or Hart for that matter…although Hart at least has an attitude that I, and more importantly, Mr. Dinucci, can like and respect a little bit. Barnes is just another do gooder clod and fraud like Zale is.

 

DM: That’s nice Bomb. While you’re busy kissing Dinucci’s ass like you always do maybe he could use a hug too. His self esteem might need a boost and you’re just the man to do it for him.

 

JG: You’re right; I am just the man to do it for him.

 

DM: You said that, not me.

 

JG: Heyyyy…wait a minute ! Did you just….

 

DM: You’ll just never know Bomb, you’ll just never know. Now that we’ve got that out of the way let’s go straight to our opening match…it has to be better than hearing you babble on like the idiot that you are.

 

RA: Ladies and gentlemen this is your opening match of the night and it is for one fall only ! Entering first, hailing from the Windy City of Chicago, Illinois…he stands six-feet, four inches in height and weighs in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds. Ladies and gentlemen…he is Coooooobraaaaaa!!!

 

The arena blacks out. An image of a Cobra appears on the Purepaintron and a snakes hiss is heard throughout the arena as Give 'Em Hell Kids by My Chemical Romance begins to play. The video package starts at the same time as the vocals of the song and the lights come back up revealing Cobra at the top of the ramp. He walks down to the ring not looking at the crowd but focusing on the ring. He enters the ring and stands in the corner waiting for his opponent.

 

DM: Cobra looks ready to go Bomb and you have to believe that after everything that he’s been through here in PPW that he’s going to be hell bent on getting that win that’s been so elusive for him. He’ll have his hands full with Raine Austin though as the self proclaimed “Number One Hit” is looking to make a lot of noise in his return, especially in reference to his old enemy our not often esteemed owner John Dinucci.

 

JG: That’s “Mr. Dinucci” to you Donnie and for once you’re right. If Cobra wins and humiliates that obnoxious jackass from the frozen wasteland known as “Canada” I’m willing to bet that Mr. Dinucci will find a way to reward him for it. I hope Cobra cripples him. Mr. Dinucci should always be happy.

 

DM: With each passing week you sound less and less like his Number One Kiss Ass and more like his personal favorite concubine. I for one know that Raine hasn’t forgotten his quarrel with Dinucci and I’m pretty sure that he’ll be looking to fire it back up once he’s back in the swing of things. Tonight will be a good way to set that off if he can get a win in this match. It won’t be easy against Cobra though because he’s a very talented athlete who’s shown a lot more than his win and loss column would imply.

 

A: Ladies and gentlemen I now bring you his opponent. He stands at a height of five feet, eight inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and five pounds. He hails from Toronto, Ontario and is PPW’s self proclaimed “Number One Hit”. Tonight is his return match to Pure Pain Wrestling….ladies and gentlemen please welcome back Raaaaaaaaaaaine Auuuuuuustinnnnnnn !!!

 

As the first cord of “Whatever” by Our Lady Peace is hit, the fans give a mixed reaction as the yellow and orange blue lights bring to flash around. Then just as before the first line of the song is sung, the blue flamed Pyro goes of off in front of the entrance on the ramp. The fans sound off again as Raine Austin makes his way out from behind the curtain walks to the ring in his trademark black leather coat and black shades. After he slides into the ring he slides his coat down to his elbows and puts his hands out posing in the middle of the ropes at each of the four sides of the ring, showing off as he feels he is a rock star. Finally he places his Shades on his head as he jumps down to give them to a fan. He does so and the child takes them happily, waving them over his head for everyone to see. Raine smiles at the child and then turns and rolls back into the ring.

 

Match 1: Cobra v Raine Austin- Regular Match

 

DM: Last week's Mutilation will be hard to top, as both fans and those behind the curtain thought of it as one of the greatest events of Pure Pain Wrestling history, but we kick off this surely historic night of action with Raine Austin's official return to the world of wrestling!

JG: Let's not forget, though, that when Raine first came here, he made a pivotal mistake by crossing the boss. Cobra, on the other hand, seems like a throw-away opponent, but at least he doesn't have the added disadvantage of a pissed employer.

DM: I'd argue against both those points, but I'll leave it up to Raine and Cobra to prove themselves. Don't forget that Raine is coming out of hiatus with big ambitions and Cobra is coming out of last week with a hard-fought victory.
 

The arena blacks out. An image of a Cobra appears on the Purepaintron and a snakes hiss is heard throughout the arena as Give 'Em Hell Kids by My Chemical Romance begins to play. The video package starts at the same time as the vocals of the song and the lights come back up revealing Cobra at the top of the ramp. He walks down to the ring not looking at the crowd but focusing on the ring. He enters the ring and stands in the corner staring a hole through Raine Austin.

 

DM: Wow…Cobra looks incredibly focused. If his promo was any indication this week he’s starting to get his head on straight.

 

JG: Maybe…I think he could end up the night like he’s ended up on most of his other nights.

 

DM: I hesitate to ask Bomb, but I will anyway. How’s that ?

 

JG: With his head on backwards after someone knocks the taste out of it.


 Both men grapple, with Raine getting the upper hand and whipping Cobra towards the ropes. Cobra pounds towards the ropes, and upon his return, Raine attempts a monkey flip. Raine gets about halfway, but as Cobra's legs are in mid-air, he kicks back while locking his arms with Raine's, causing Cobra to snap back up on his feet with Raine having no choice but to follow him. Cobra quickly snaps Raine's arms forward, sending Raine into Cobra and giving Cobra the chance to get in a belly-to-belly suplex. Cobra throws Raine over his head, but Raine, surprisingly, manages to flip in mid-air and hook Cobra's head, reversing into a 360° Hurricanrana! Cobra, seemingly unphased, rolls through and runs towards the ropes, gaining momentum and whipping back towards Raine for a fierce clothesline but Raine ducks, causing Cobra to run the ropes again. Raine soon turns and runs as well, right towards Cobra, and hits a sick Enzugiri right to the side of Cobra's head, cutting Cobra's momentum short. Cobra, in mid-run, has no choice but to turn with the kick and fall down. Surprisingly, Cobra rolls through again, and now it is Raine's turn to charge at him with a clothesline. Cobra bats Raine's arm away with an arm of his own, and quickly closes the gap between them before executing a T-Bone Suplex! Raine's back hits the mat hard, yet Raine simply rolls over on his stomach and quickly gets to his feet. Cobra does the same, and both men stare down each other and stretch while the crowd goes wild.

 DM: A very impressive display by both men! Both are really out to prove themselves.

JG: It takes more than a high pain threshold to win a match, though. Besides, both aren't even remotely tired. They've only just begun.

Both men soon tie up again and this time Cobra gets the upper hand, whipping Raine towards the ropes. Cobra fires off an elbow that hits dead-center in Raine's chest, but when he tries to follow it up with a clothesline, Raine once again ducks, this time setting up a backdrop. Cobra flips over Raine, and tries to latch on a German Suplex, only for Raine to run towards the ropes, hit them, and spring back, rolling through and hoping to break the hold, or, worst case scenario, for Cobra to go for a pin that Raine can quickly kick out of. To Raine's surprise, Cobra does keep the hold locked on while he rolls back, but instead of attempting a quick pin, he continues to roll, only stopping with Raine on the mat chest-down and Cobra standing over him, and then quickly synchs in a Camel Clutch. Raine grimaces in pain while Cobra continues to torque on Raine's back. Raine gets to his knees, manages to lift up with Cobra on his back, then falls down backwards, forcing Cobra to hit the mat with Raine's body on top of him and break the hold. Cobra is slightly phased, but the damage has been done to Raine, who rolls over and can only get to a knee before clutching his back. Cobra gets up, grabs Raine in a headlock, and takes Raine over, forcing Raine to sit on the mat right before Cobra executes a quick, impact filled dropkick right to the small of Raine's back. Raine lets out a low grunt before falling to the mat. Cobra, sensing his advantage, goes to Raine, gets on his knees, hooks Raine's chin, crosses Raine's legs, and falls backwards, putting Raine in a classic Lucha Libre-inspired ground backbreaker submission. Raine soon powers out of it by shooting out his right arm with enough force to tilt himself over, thereby breaking the hold, but again, the damage has been done. Cobra stands up and takes a short moment to breathe while Raine struggles to his feet.

 DM: Very, very wise tactic by Cobra. It's the timeless strategy of picking a body part and not stopping until it breaks. It feels like Raine might need to get a little old-school before he can gain any advantage and counter Cobra's dominating lead.
JG: Who knew Cobra was so gifted in technical wrestling? Raine's idol is Bret Hart, though, so I don't think Raine will be in any trouble if Cobra wants to play the psychology game.

Still in a clear advantage, Cobra picks up Raine off the mat, before whipping him into the ropes. Cobra goes for a big sidewalk slam…but Raine reverses into the Hurricane Homey, a spectacular hurricanrana into a DDT! The desperation move is enough to give Raine a few precious seconds to work out the kinks in his back and regain his breath. Meanwhile, Cobra also takes a few seconds to clear the stars out of his eyes after being viciously dropped onto his head. Cobra moves towards the ropes, using them to stand up, and begins to catch his breath, only to be met with a big clothesline to the back of his head by Raine Austin, with enough force to send Cobra back into the ropes and careening back-first towards Raine. Raine, sensing the moment, jumps up, hooks Cobra's head, and takes him down, locking in a rear naked choke and then hooking his legs around Cobra's chest! Cobra, even though near the ropes, struggles for a rope break as Raine's arms cut off his oxygen and Raine's legs keep him firmly grounded in the hold. Cobra inches backer and backer, until he is finally able to slide his leg under the ropes for a rope break. The ref motions for Raine to break the hold, and even though Raine keeps it in for maybe a second longer, he eventually breaks the hold. He then kicks Cobra towards the ropes, forcing Cobra out onto the ring apron. Raine soon follows, going between the ropes, and lifts Cobra up so that he is facing Cobra's back. Raine locks in a sleeper, but the referee yells that Raine has to break the hold because it's not an in-ring submission. Raine, undeterred, shocks the referee, the announcers, and the thousands of fans in attendance by lifting Cobra up, twisting both Cobra and himself, and then vaulting off and letting his legs go out from under him while still having the sleeper hold applied on Cobra!

 DM: GROUND ZERO OFF THE APRON!

JG: Holy crap!

 The fans respond much like Grande, with an astounding "Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" chant. The referee, even though shocked, begins to count both men out. Raine, slowly, gets up to his feet, and hauls Cobra into the ring at 8, while he himself barely manages to roll back into the ring at 9. Raine rolls Cobra into the middle of the ring and falls on top of him for the pin.

DM: ONE!

Fans: TWO!

DM: THR- NO!

 Somehow, Cobra manages to kick out, shocking everyone once again. Raine is especially irate, but sensing the end, goes up to the top rope, and waits for Cobra to rise. As Cobra gets to his feet in a daze, Raine attempts an astounding moonsault-to-body splash aerial maneuver, only to get caught by Cobra! Raine is spun around, seemingly for a Catatonic, but Cobra drops down and sends Raine's back full-force into his awaiting knee. Raine's back nearly snaps seemingly in two in a gruesome moment, only for Cobra to grab Raine, haul him up, and get him in position for a backdrop. Instead, Cobra once again falls to one knee, sending Raine's back crashing down over Cobra's shoulder! Cobra quickly rolls Raine over and looks for the win!

Fans: ONE!

DM: TWO!

 DM:  Two and three quarters ! My GOD was that close !

Somehow, despite the torture Cobra has been putting on his back, Raine kicks out! Cobra winces and squints his eyes, seemingly at a lost. It is a bit of a while before Cobra picks up Raine, trying once again for the recently-used Catatonic-into-backbreaker. Raine is spun around, but counters into a DDT! Both men then spend several seconds barely moving. Raine manages to haul himself up to the second rope, facing the crowd, but Cobra soon meets him with clubs to Raine's back. Cobra then joins Raine on the second rope, but is met with elbows to his head. Both men get into an exchange, but Cobra eventually and quite savagely beats Raine down, incapacitating him. Cobra grabs Raine's neck with one hand, does a throat-cutting gesture with the other, and then wraps both hands around Raine's neck. The fans hold their breath, and it is soon taken out of them as Cobra falls backward, shoving his knees into Raine's back in mid-air, executing a sickening backbreaker with the full weight of Raine coming crashing down right onto Cobra's knees! Raine falls to the mat in great pain, barely able to open his eyes, and Cobra can only look up at the sky and try to muster enough strength to pin Raine. Meanwhile, the fans start up another "Holy Shit" chant.

DM: There's almost nothing I could say that will accurately describe how desperate of a move that is. Both men are running on pure energy alone!

JG: For once, we agree. They're both spent, hell, they're past spent. It's only a matter of time now.

Cobra eventually manages to pin Raine after reaching down deep and crawling over to him.

 DM: Cobra goes for another pinfall ! The referee gets into position ! One… Two…

JG: Raine kicked out! How the hell did he do that ? He’s a nobody ! He shouldn’t have that much fight in him !

 

DM: As usual Grande you display an unfailing ability to cut to the blackened heart of the matter.

 

The fans cheer wildly, as Cobra can only look on in amazement. Sensing the end, Cobra attempts his last-ditch effort, and drags Raine to the middle of the ring. Raine slowly raises to his feet while Cobra begins running towards the ropes. Raine barely has the chance to focus on his opponent before Cobra comes bounding back towards him, clutching his arm and twisting him around before whipping him full-force into the far-away ropes. Cobra stops mid-ring, quickly dashes towards the ropes he just came from, and both men bound towards each other with great velocity. At the last second, Cobra ducks his head and hits an astounding spear that, after Cobra rolls to the side in a split-second, causes Raine to both twist and flip a full 180°, landing directly onto his back. Cobra somehow manages to crawl over to Raine and pin him.

 DM: What a spear ! He almost knocked Raine out of the ring !


JG: Wow…that even hurt me just looking at it ! Cobra just got the two count, if Raine kicks out of this I’ll be amazed !

DM: Getting out of bed in the morning probably hurts you Grande. There’s the Three…NO!!! I can't believe it! Raine kicked out of Cobra's "Venom" finisher! Good God!
 
JG: I don't have any earthly idea why the hell Raine would do something as stupid as kick out. Both are putting their lives on the line just to impress these idiot fans.

Cobra, finally reaching his breaking point, begins screaming at the referee, unable to accept that Raine would kick out after all this punishment. Raine is busy struggling to his feet, and when Cobra grabs his head, punches Cobra's midsection. Both men soon trade punches, and before long, they are screaming at each other as they land each blow. Cobra, in a fit of anger, jumps out at Raine, only for Raine to duck and hit a savage kick to Cobra's chest! Cobra, somehow, lands on his feet, but is bent over. Raine, in full do-or-die mode, locks in a front headlock and hits the Raine Maker!

DM: I don't know how much more of this I can take! Raine Maker!

JG: Pin him you damn idiot!

 Cobra's eyes look glazed over, but Raine can only get up and shake his head. He grabs one of Cobra's legs and pulls him into the center of the ring. Raine, still holding the leg, raises his hand in the air and yells, causing the fans to erupt in cheers, sensing the Sharpshooter! Raine locks it in, but only for a fraction of a second! Instead, Raine turns around, puts both of Cobra's legs into the small between Raine's chest and leg, and bends, then hooks Cobra's head and rocks forward! Cobra can only look at the mat helplessly as he is put into a cross between the Sharpshooter and a Camel Clutch!
DM: Good God! The human spine and neck were not meant to bend that way! Just what the hell do you call something like that?

JG: I'll tell you what you call it- you call it "the end".

Sure enough, Cobra can only flail his arms weakly, trapped in the hold with nowhere to go in the center of the ring. Still, Cobra refuses to tap, even though he comes only a fraction of an inch from doing so. Soon, Cobra's muffled "No" in response to the referee's question if Cobra wants to quit is quieted, and Cobra's eyes close while his arms fall to the mat lifelessly. Raine gives one final tug at Cobra before releasing the hold, then falling to the mat, and can do nothing except stare at the ceiling while his breath comes in short, ragged heaps. It is of no consequence to Raine, as the referee raises Cobra's arm three times, and three times, Cobra's arm falls limply to the mat. The referee quickly signals for the bell to ring, awarding the match to Raine via knockout. The announcers are struck nearly speechless as "Whatever" by Our Lady Piece blares out of numerous speakers.

 DM: That just might've been one of the greatest matches in either man's careers. Like them or not, Cobra and Raine proved that they belong here.

JG: Well, at least it's over. That's all I can really say.

Raine, triumphantly, but slowly, gets up to his feet, and when his hand is raised, he stands there and absorbs the cheers of the crowd. Raine slowly rolls out of the ring, taking time to raise his hand once at the end of the entrance ramp, and once at the beginning, before heading to the back. Cobra shows no signs of movement, and a stretcher is quickly brought in. Cobra regains a quite delusional form of consciousness as he is being wheeled up the ramp. Before getting halfway, Cobra begins pushing the medics, before slowly rolling out of the stretcher, and again shoving away the medics that plead with him to get back on. Cobra slowly hobbles to the back, determined to leave of his own accord, as the camera cuts to a commercial break.

DM: That was one hell of a great match. If I were Dinucci I’d be worried about whether nor not Raine is still holding his grudge because that was one hell of a scary looking move that he finished Cobra off with !

 

JG: Mr. Duncci isn’t afraid of anyone !

 

DM: Except for James Spyder, Quentin Barnes, Caleb Hart, Shane Kast, Colin Zale…that list would take me an entire show to go through.

 

JG: Don’t make me fix your attitude !

 

DM: Bomb…the only thing you know how to fix is a sandwich and we all know that.

 

JG: You know, if I want I could talk to Mr. Dinucci and have you cleaning the halls next show !

 

DM: Speaking of the halls I’m getting word from our technical truck that something’s going on in the hallway. Let’s go back and take a look.

 

Lightning is shown walking in a hall way at the Corel Center and you can see that he’s showing the effects of last weeks match against Sid Griffith. He walks until he comes to a corner, as he is goes around the corner Lightning bumps shoulders Colin Zale. The contact kind of catches them both off guard and Lightning immediately lowers his head at the sight of Zale. Colin notices Lightning drop his eyes and smirks at it, but doesn't say anything. He leans back against the wall and folds his arms, looking down at the young star in the making silently while he waits to hear what he's going to say. Lightning looks to be very uncomfortable at first. He stands there somewhat hesitantly for a moment before finally saying something.

 

Lightning - So... um... hi Colin. I ah… suppose that I owe you an apology?

 

Zale arches his right eyebrow in curiosity and perhaps even a slight bit of amusement but again doesn't speak. It's clear that he doesn't believe that the apology is sincere, but is none the less willing to hear where Lightning is going. He accompanies the look by tapping the point of his Cane lightly against the wall down by his leg.

 

Lightning - Look Colin, I know you are probably not going to believe anything I say but I just want get away from all of bullshit that I said. I want you to understand that it was not my idea to be against you.

 

Zale gives Lightning a dubious, yet amused look before letting out a loud grunt.

 

Zale: Is that so ? Care to explain who's idea it was then ?

 

Lightning exhales loudly before responding and his response has a lot of personal displeasure in it.

 

Lightning - Well you see when I first was brought here Dinnuci said that if I did what he asked me to do that he would see me succeed beyond my dreams. As it turns out that he was wrong. As a result I got nowhere.

 

Zale nods his head in response to the end of the remark. When he responds his voice has a flat and somewhat unfriendly tone to it.

 

Zale: I believe I told you that would happen more than a few times. Not to rub salt in the wound kid, but you should have listened to me. Dinucci is a snake and he'll only help you long enough to squeeze whatever he can use of you out and then he'll throw you away like you never existed to him at all. As I said, I'm not saying this to rub salt in the wound Lightning. It's just a fact.

 

Lightning slightly chuckles at statements that Colin's made, but not a chuckle of arrogance that Lightning is known for.

 

Lightning - Kid, you definitely said it, and no you’re not rubbing it in because I do deserve what you just said. I didn't realize how manipulative Dinnuci could be up until he put my name to face his new monster Sid, and was looking to replace me.

 

Zale nods his head in understanding before standing up straight and looking down at Lightning. This time there is no scorn in his voice, there's no sympathy either...but there's a lot of understanding.

 

Zale: That's Dinucci for you. Why do you think that he's been at odds with me since I joined ? Why do you think he hated Jim so much? Why do you think that he hates Quentin ? We all represent something to him that he fears...and that's people who he not only can't buy off, but who also won't take his shit from him without responding to it. Dinucci doesn't like people like that one bit. Once he knew that you had outlived your usefulness to him, once you became replaceable and that six foot- eight inch walking pile of shit named Sid Griffith staggered into the picture all he did was jump at the opportunity to push another used name under the rug.

 

Lightning - Well after last week I sure has hell learned my lesson. I guess that is how you have to learn your lessons… the hard way.

 

Lightning pauses for a short moment and continues. Zale makes no effort to stop him.

 

Lightning- But the one thing that he forgot the moment signed me was the heart I have for this business. I love the feeling of the live crowd no matter if they are booing me or cheering me and that is why am still in this hallway with you and not at home wondering if my career is over.

 

For the first time a smile spreads across the face of the Champion. Lightning continues, but the statement is somewhat incomplete.

 

Lightning - That adrenaline rush…

 

Lightning's confidence builds as he begins to feel more comfortable talking to Zale and his words start coming more easily.

 

Lightning - But for some reason I let the greed take over what this sport is really about.

 

Zale shakes his head in understanding and his reply says as much, although it's clear that he still doesn't trust Lightning much.

 

Zale: It's easy to let that happen when you're fairly new to the sport. Dinucci dangled a carrot in front of your face, made you promises of power and fame and told you that all you had to do was stick with him. It would have been hard for anyone to say no to that at that point in their career. You're certainly not the first man to ever fall victim to that.

 

Lightning - Well all I know is you were right and I know that it will be a long time before I gain any trust especially from you.

 

Zale genuinely smiles for the first time in the entire conversation before responding. His tone is friendlier than before, but still much like that of a teacher to a student.

 

Zale: I tell you what Lightning, you work on atoning for past mistakes and make an honest effort to clean up your act and we'll work on the trust thing ok. If this is sincere by you I think we'll have the time for that to develop. For now just take it one step at a time and we'll see where things go.

 

A smile comes along Lightning's face agreeing to what Zale is saying to him.

 

Lightning - That is exactly what I am going to do and it all begins tonight when I go out there and face Jonathan Willis. I will take the opportunity to show Dinucci that I don't need his money and false promises to succeed.

 

Zale nods his head in approval at the statement and holds out his hand for Lightning.

 

Zale: Good. Go get ‘em kid and just put on a good match tonight. You won't lose anyone's respect if things don't go your way. Most men wouldn't even be here after the ass kicking that you took last week. Go out there and put on a great match with Willis, see what you can learn from him and shove it in Dinucci's face. Make him choke on crow.

 

Lightning chuckles as he too extends his hand back to greet Colin's in agreement.

 

Lightning - I will make him regret that he did not capitalize on the opportunity that he had, and make his life a living hell instead.

 

Zale smiles at the statement and points towards the hallway that leads towards the ring.

 

Zale: Just do well week in and week out and do things the right way. Succeed on your own and do it the right way and you'll make his life more of a living hell than you can imagine. Trust me, I specialize in it.

 

The evil smile returns to Lightning but this time not directed at Colin.

 

Lightning - You have no idea how much fun this is going to be.

 

Zale grins viciously at the statement as a vile gleam glimmers in his cold, grey-blue eyes.

 

Zale: Oh...I have an idea Lightning. Trust me on that...I have a very good idea...

 

Lightning then takes his hand from Colin's and proceeds to the ring, for his match. Zale watches him go with a smile on his face and then turns on his heel and proceeds to walk the other way, his laughter echoing off of the walls like it would off of the inside of a cave.

 

The camera jumps back out to the announcers table where Donovan and Grande both look somewhat surprised by the turn of events.

 

DM: If Lightning is serious about what he said to Zale and those two begin working together things could be getting a lot worse for Dinucci around here.

 

JG: This has to be some kind of trick…those two hate each other !

 

DM: Maybe that beating that Dinucci happily let Sid give to Lightning really did send the kid a wake up call. If that’s the case I wouldn’t want to be Johnny Dinucci or Sid Griffith ! Speaking of Dinucci and Griffith let’s move on to our next match, a match that conveniently enough involves Dinucci’s newest crony…Dr. Edsel Close.

 

JG: Yeah, Doctor Close showed his allegiance with the right side last week and this week he gets to take on Ash Bombay. Ash is another guy I wouldn’t mind seeing in the camp of Mr. Dinucci, it’s just too bad it won’t be this week because the good Doctor is going to beat him from pillar to post and use him as another example of what happens when people cross the god of PPW.

 

DM: The “god of PPW” ? You’ve got to be kidding me.

 

JG: You heard me.

 

DM: That’s nauseating. Let’s get to the next match.

 

A: Ladies and gentlemen this is your second match of the night and it is for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma he stands at a height of five feet, ten inches and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds. Ladies and gentlemen he is Aaaaaaaaaaash Bommmmmbayyyyyyy !!!

 

"One" by Metallica blares through out the arena as the lights go dark. Blue strobe lights, and smoke forms at the top of the ramp. Gold dust drops from the sky as Stars shoot across the building.

 

Ash Bombay steps out clad in blue parachute pants, with a white sash posing as a belt and black boots. He has no shirt on and is letting his white braided hair hang down in his face as he carries his trademark marble cane to the ring.

# I can’t remember anything
# Can’t tell if this is true or dream
# Deep down inside I feel to scream
# This terrible silence stops me

# Now that the war is through with me
# I’m waking up I can not see
# That there is not much left of me
# Nothing is real but pain now

# Hold my breath as I wish for death
# Oh please god,wake me

Bombay gives a arrogant strut towards the ring as he flashes his trusty half smile and blows kisses to the female admirers in the audience. He steps into the ring and gives a quick pose for the fans then he turns his attention to his opponent. Standing tall, Ash glares at his opponent briefly, before closing his eyes to take in the rage portion of the song...

# Darkness imprisoning me
# All that I see
# Absolute horror
# I cannot live
# I cannot die
# Trapped in myself
# Body my holding cell

# Landmine has taken my sight
# Taken my speech
# Taken my hearing
# Taken my arms
# Taken my legs
# Taken my soul
# Left me with life in hell

As if drawing power from the hateful energy of the song, Bombay's fists begin to shake with his own fury, to an explosive climax in which Bombay throws open his eyes and lets loose a bellowing war cry! Snarling as he awaits his foe, Bombay brings up his fists, ready for battle.

 

DM: Ash looks like he’s all pumped up and ready to go here. I personally hope that he whips the hell out of Dinucci’s newest lowlife crony.

 

JG: How do you know that he’s a lowlife ?

 

DM: He keeps company with you and Dinucci for one thing.

 

JG: What’s the other thing ?

 

DM: His other company is Sid Griffith.

 

Grande childishly sticks his tongue out at Donovan before turning away from him and facing the ring with his arms folded and a pouting look on his face. Donovan looks at Bomb and grins in amusement before resuming his commentating.

 

DM: Now that Ash is here and I’ve managed to shut Bomb up for a few moments let’s go to the ring.

 

A: His opponent hails from the Yambuku in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. He stands at a height of  five feet- eleven inches in height and weighs in at one hundred and fifty-six pounds and he’s allied to PPW Owner John Dinucci…ladies and gentlemen please welcome Doctorrrrrr Edselllllll Clooooooose !!!!

 

Match 2: Regular Match- Dr. Edsel Close vs Ash Bombay

 

At the mention of the name of PPW’s all powerful but equally hated owner the crowd erupts into an ear bleeding cacophony of boos and catcalls. This sound multiplies by one hundred fold when Slipknot’s “My Plague (New Abuse Mix)” booms out of the speakers and into the arena. Instead of Edsel Close coming to the ring the fans absolutely explode with hatred when Sid Griffith walks out onto the ramp with a smile on his face and a baseball bat in his right hand.

 

DM: Sid ?? What the hell is he doing out here ? And where the hell is Edsel Close ??

 

JG: Maybe he had some patients to treat.

 

DM: You can’t be serious.

 

JG: What’s that ?

 

DM: Never mind Bomb. It’s not even worth it.

 

Sid stands laughing for a second before holding the bat up and slapping it down onto his palm. Close stands smiling as the bat slaps down onto his palm and slinks a few steps before sticking up his finger and pointing at Ash. He pulls his finger back and smiles at the site of the bat before finally pointing that finger at Ash, who glares back at him in disgust. Sid stands slapping it against his palm for a few seconds before he starts to slowly walk down to the ring. Ash readies himself in a battle stance and waits for the giant to arrive.

 

DM: What the hell does Sid want ? This has nothing to do with him…and where the hell is Edsel Close ?

 

JG: Of course it has something to do with him !

 

DM: Like hell it does Bomb ! This isn’t his match

 

JG: No ! It’s Dr. Close’s match ! As long as it involves one of Mr. Dinucci’s men it’s Sid’s business !

 

DM: I suppose that would make sense to you, even if the rest of us know how much of a load of BS that logic is ! 

 

Sid climbs up onto the ring apron with a sick grin on his face, staring at Ash Bombay. He steps over the top rope and before he can do anything else, Bombay charges forward and starts throwing punches into his body. Sid grabs Bombay by his hair and head butts him. Bombay falls backwards and the referee immediately calls for the bell.

 

DM: Come on! This is ridiculous!

 

JG: Shut up... How many times do I have to tell you to shut up when all this cool shit is happening?

 

Sid steps forward and Bombay throws a low blow into Sid's groin, then DDT's him.

 

DM: Yes!

 

As he stands, Edsel Close sprints forward and spinning heel kicks him onto the mat. Sid regroups and stands. He pulls Ash Bombay up to his feet and whips him into the ropes, lifting him up and exploding with a stalling spinebuster!

 

JG: YES! YES! YES!

 

DM: Okay... one was enough...

 

Sid stands up immediately, roaring loudly with the impact of the move. He circles the ring with a predator-like stalking.  He finally gets impatient and pulls Bombay up to his feet again, throwing him into a full nelson, violently applying pressure to the hold and laughing loudly as Edsel Close stands to the side with blood pouring out of his mouth, a sick smile on his face.

 

DM: This is sick... Come on; get these lunatics out of here!

 

After a few seconds of applying more and more pressure, Sid finally steps a foot in front of Bombay's leg, sprints forward and nails a front Russian Legsweep, knocking Bombay out cold. Sid kneels next to Bombay, grinning from ear to ear at the fans and shrugging his shoulders as if he hadn't done anything at all.

 

DM: Oh yeah... he's innocent...

 

JG: Ahahahahahahaha! This is great!

 

Sid motions to be handed a microphone. Edsel Close grabs it for him and hands it to him, leaving a thin film of blood around the handle. Sid ignores it, still kneeling beside Ash Bombay, as he raises the microphone to his mouth.

 

SG: Congratulations, Ash... you've been named Sid Griffith's fifth victim. And you know...

 

Sid is cut off by the roaring hostility of the fans. Booing echoes in the arena as Sid stops to stare out at them with an impatient glare. He stands from his kneeling position, and leans against the ropes with a bright red face and veins sticking out of his neck.

 

SG: SHUT UP! You know, I was going to be nice tonight and say nothing about the fans in this god-forsaken town, but you can't go five seconds without spouting off your mouths. Because of that, you have forced me to bring my attention to your pathetic, lamentable boring lives. You know what the highlight of you people's night is?

 

The fans respond with middle fingers, trash being thrown into the ring, and loud booing.

 

SG: Whether or not you want to admit it, the highlight of your night is watching... ME! The Human Monorail! Sid Griffith! Because I know what you sick, disgusting slobs drool over. Besides pornography and celebrity rumors, you people thrive over violence and destruction. And that's what I provide to you week in... and week out. How many times have I come out here and absolutely punished an opponent or an innocent victim for the sheer amusement of... you people... and I guess maybe me, but mostly for you people!

 

The disapproval roars louder, much to Sid's satisfaction. Sid grins from ear to ear as he motions for Edsel to exit the ring.

 

DM: What's he doing now?

 

JG: Shut up and find out, bay-bay!

 

SG: I'll prove to you exactly what I mean... I come out here and sacrifice body after body to please each and every pervert in this arena. So here's what you people can do right now. Shut your fucking suckholes, sit back in your seats like the lazy fat sacks of shit that you are, and observe what pure force and destruction is all about!

 

Sid throws the microphone down and picks Ash up, delivery a devastating looking Cradle Piledriver that leaves Ash in a heap on the mat. He follows it up by walking to the ropes and stepping over to the floor, where he goes under the ring and pulls a table out before sliding it into the ring. He grabs the top rope and steps over it, stepping into the ring and making a bee line for the table. He picks the table up and sets it up in the corner before walking over to the destroyed looking body of Ash Bombay up. He easily lifts Ash up and lays him face first against the table, then walks away and lines  himself up in the corner across from Ash and the table.

 

JG: YES!

 

DM: No...

 

JG: Hell YES!

 

DM: No!

 

Sid sprints forward across the ring and gores Bombay's body from the back right through the table. Bombay's body bends backwards awkwardly as the table gives from the weight and force. Bombay lies against the canvas motionless as the arena is filled with simultaneous gasps of concern. Sid stands and roars down at Ash Bombay, throwing two middle fingers down at him as he screams and spits obscenities.

 

DM: OH MY GOD! Get them the hell out of here!

 

Sid backs up and grabs the microphone again.

 

SG: All you people out there want a catchphrase from your favorite wrestlers? Guess what. In my world, there is no catchphrase needed! What you see before you IS my catchphrase!

 

"Slaughtered" hits the arena as cokes and bags of popcorn are being thrown into the ring. Sid grins broadly as he points down at Ash Bombay, then exits the ring with Edsel Close following closely. Sid eventually pats Close on the shoulder as they exit backstage.

 

Winner: No Contest

 

DM: Sid’s unwanted presence and disgusting attack on Ash Bombay aside it’s been wild night so far and it’s about to get even wilder because we have the first of our matches in Round Two of the Paramount Title Tournament !

 

JG: Sid’s presence is never unwanted. Maybe Mr. Dinucci will put him back into the Paramount Title Tournament and we can finally have a respectable champion. Then again, Lotus wouldn’t make a bad Champion now…especially after beating the hell out of Camilla last week. I expect to see Lotus get the win this week. I loved his brutality, it was great !

 

DM: It was certainly a side of him that we’ve not seen in some time, that’s for sure. If Lotus can harness that he could end up going all the way to the end of this tournament and facing our current Champion, who by the way <i>is</i> credible. The reason that you don’t think he is is a: because you hate him and b: because you have no idea what the word “respectable” actually means.

 

JG: Screw you; I know what “respectable” means.  When anyone beats him we’d finally have a somewhat respectable Paramount Champion instead of that politicking asshole Zale. The only reason that he’s Champion is because he does everything he can to bury the younger talent. He hasn’t had a single Paramount Title defense since he won it ! Some Champion !

 

DM: He doesn’t book his own matches and you know it ! Dinucci has to have a hand in that; he wants to discredit a man he hates more than anyone on this planet. It’s too bad for him that intelligent people aren’t buying it, only suck ups and morons like you go for it. Get your facts straight.

 

JG: I still think that he cheated to win it and that he politicks to keep it. I can’t wait to see someone take it from him.

 

DM: Keep telling yourself that Bomb. Thankfully our Ring Announcer has his microphone up and is ready to introduce the participants in this match so that I won’t have to hear more of that idiotic, John Dinucci fed drivel. At least not until this match is over anyway. We were going to go to our next match, but I’m getting word from the truck that we’re going to go to the back.

The cameras cut to the backstage area and it shows Harmony Taylor standing in front of a dressing room waiting. Then the door to the dressing room opens and "The Nightmare" Jared McClaine walks out. He begins to walk away from the room then Harmony stops him

HT: Hey Jared, we need to talk.

Jared stops walking and he turns his head.

JM: What do you want?

HT: What the hell was that last week?

JM: What the hell was what last week?

HT: You know what I'm talking about, you didn't do your job last week.

JM: My job?

HT: Yes...if you remembered correctly, I told you to take out Caleb Hart. I told you to get rid of him. He was still able to walk by the end of the night you know.

JM: I'm aware of that.

Nightmare begins to walk away and Harmony is furious

HT: HEY!

Nightmare stops again and turns around

JM: Yes?

HT: I'm not done talking to you!

Nightmare looks at Harmony, very irritated

JM: Well, I'm done talking to you. I kicked Caleb's ass, I beat the pure hell out of him. I only beat him until he got the message. I can do more if you want me to. But I thought there was another part of this deal.

Harmony sighs and shakes her head....

HT: Your past.

JM: Right. You see, I didn't end him last week because I didn't get what I wanted up front. I don't trust you. You could be lying to me. So, if you want me to do as much as move a finger for you, you better start talking.

Harmony ponders for a second then shakes her head and sighs....

HT: Okay...fine. I'll tell you one thing that I know about your past.

JM: Out with it dammit, I don't have all day.

HT: Okay, this doesn't seem much, but hey, you didn't finish the job, so I wont finish my deal. It may be a small detail, but it's something you didn't know in the first place.

JM: Okay...

HT: Okay...your real name...is indeed Jared McClaine....

Nightmare looks at Harmony

JM: That's it?

HT: Well...think about it. For one thing, you didn't beat Caleb's ass good enough. Another thing, you probably didn't even know that much about yourself now did you?

Nightmare looks down and thinks for a second.

JM: Okay...I guess that's a start.

HT: Good. Jared. That is your real name.

JM: Would make sense that when I left the institution, that's the name they gave me. I guess those guys weren't that full of shit.

HT: Alright then. Now, if you want to know more, you're going to have to do more. I have an idea for you tonight.

JM: Okay...what is it?

HT: You're facing off against Sid Griffith tonight.

JM: Yea, I'm aware of that.

HT: Well that asshole attacked me at Genesis. Ruined my moment. I was crowned the Television Champion, I deserved my moment, and he ruined mine. So you're going to ruin his.

Nightmare smiles at the thought....

JM: I'll see what I can do.

HT: Good. As for Caleb Hart, we'll deal with him later.

JM: Right....but I better get my end of the deal.

HT: As I better get mine. You do what I want, you get what you want.

JM: Hmmm.....sounds enticing, but miss...I told you...I'm not interested.

Harmony gives Nightmare a furious look and Nightmare laughs

JM: Anyone ever tell you that you look cute when you're angry?

Harmony then smiles at that comment

HT: You used to say that a lot.

Nightmare looks at Harmony confused.

HT: Nothing, never mind.  I'm going to get ready for my match. Take care of Sid.

Nightmare nods to Harmony as Harmony walks away.

JG: Wow this is getting kinda....strange...

DM: You're telling me. But we'll just have to see what happens there. I don't know what Harmony is up to, but using a man who is confused about his own identity is pretty low.

JG: That's why I'm really starting to love her. So evil, I love my women evil!

DM: I thought you loved them blown up?

JG: Very funny smartass!

DM: (Laughs) Alright, on to the next match!

Match 3: 2nd Round Match- Paramount Title Tournament - Dark Lotus vs CJ Maxwell

 

A: Ladies and gentlemen this match is for one fall and is a second round match in the tournament to decide who will become the Number One Contender to the Paramount Championship. The winner of this tournament will go on to face current Champion Colin Zale at the next Pay-Per-View. Introducing first, hailing from Dallas, Texas, he is a former PPW World Heavyweight and Television Champion. He stands at a height of seven feet, one inch tall and weighs in at three hundred and sixty-nine pounds. Ladies and gentlemen, he is The Darrrrrrrrk Looooootussssss !!!

 

Slipknot’s “Only One” cues up to a loud cheer from PPW’s fans. Lotus walks into the arena with all the lights turned off. The only light is that from the stairway, the sky boxes and the dim spotlight on Lotus. Lotus walks to the ring and steps over the top rope, as he does this the ring fills with smoke.

 

DM: An impressive entrance by Lotus and he looks ready to go. You know he’s chomping at the bit to win this tournament.

 

JG: I think that he’d beat our fraud Champion so quickly if they faced off that the old man would retire out of embarrassment.

 

DM: The only embarrassment currently present Bomb is you. Dinucci, Sid and Edsel Close are all close seconds in the embarrassment category too, but they’re all hiding in the back somewhere.

 

JG: They’re not hiding !

 

DM: Whatever you say Bomb. Let’s go back to the ring.

 

A: His opponent hails from Phoenix, Arizona and is a former two time PPW New Blood Champion. He stands at a height of six feet, two inches in height and weighs in at two hundred and forty-six pounds. Ladies and gentlemen he is C.Jaaaaaaaaaaaay Maxwellllllllll !!!

 

 "Beethoven's 5th Symphony" by Metallica and the Trans-Siberian Orchestra cues up to a very theatrical video package as the phrase “One Man Revolution” appears on the screen in shiny silver letters. CJ Maxwell strolls out onto the stage with a confident smile on his face to a truly mixed reaction. He throws his hands into the air with his palms open and facing outwards. As he does this pyro shoots up from the stage into the air and comes down in silver and gold sparkles. Maxwell tilts his head back and watches it with the smile firmly etched onto his face. He finally drops his head and faces the ring as the sparkles from the pyro rain down behind him. He looks at Lotus and lowers his hand, pointing at him before nodding his head arrogantly and beginning his walk down to the ring. The walk isn’t so much a “walk” as it is a confident and arrogant strut. CJ walks all the way down to the ring intentionally ignoring the crowd as people reach out to touch him and slap him on the back and shoulders. He finally gets to the ring and slowly struts up the steps, stepping between the second and third ropes and walking to center ring, where he again throws his arms and head back to a shower of pyro. This noticibly irritates Lotus, who looks on it with a frown but doesn’t move from his corner, where he stands with his arms folded across his massive chest. CJ finally lowers his head as the sparks stop and looks right at Lotus before smirking arrogantly at him and looking at his arm, mockingly pretending to look at a watch. He plays this up as the referee checks him then leans back against the corner.

 

DM: That’s one hell of an arrogant entrance from Maxwell. Maybe it’s signs that he’s finally going to start taking his career seriously instead of stumbling his way through it. Lotus doesn’t seem too impressed though. It looks like it annoyed him more than anything else.

 

JG: I like that entrance, it had attitude. Maybe if he keeps this up Mr. Dinucci will hire him into the group and then his career will really go places !

 

DM: Yeah, because other than being a second rate color man on our show being his ass kissing sycophant has done wonders for you so far.

 

JG: I have no idea what you’re talking about and I’m not “second rate”.

 

DM: No, you’re not…but they haven’t made a rating that’s low enough to tag onto you. Let’s just get to the ring and watch Dark Lotus and C.J. Maxwell enter for their match.

 

A: Ladies and gentlemen this match is a second round Paramount Title Match and is to one fall. Entering first, he hails from Houston, Texas and is a former Pure Pain Wrestling World and Television Champion. He stands at a height of seven feet- one inch and weighs in at three hundred and sixty- nine pounds. He is the Daaaaaaark Looooootuuuuuuuusssss !!!

 

Lotus walks into the arena with all the lights turned off as Slipknot’s “Only One” blares out of the speakers. 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. He waits for the smoke to clear and raises his hands before making a Title Belt gesture with his hands. He turns to face the ramp and awaits Maxwell while stretching out his arms and legs.

 

DM: Lotus looks ready to go and I expect a great match here. There is quite a size difference between them, but I know Maxwell is a veteran and he’ll probably find a way to overcome that. Of course that probably means he’ll cheat which is unfortunate because he’s talented enough to not have to do that.

 

JG: Hey…if it gets you the “W” who cares how you got it ?

 

DM: I’m not even going to dignify that with a retort and thankfully I won’t have to waste the breath.

 

JG: Why not ? HEY !

 

DM: Our announcer is ready to introduce CJ Maxwell Bomb so why don’t you just shut your trap for once.

 

A: His opponent…he hails from Phoenix, Arizona and is a former two time Pure Pain Wrestling New Blood Champion. He stands at a height of six feet, two inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and forty- six pounds. Ladies and gentlemen he is the “One Man Revolution” of PPW….please welcome C.Jaaaaaaayyyyy Max-wellllllllll !!!

 

"Beethoven's 5th Symphony" by Metallica and the Trans-Siberian Orchestra blares out through the arena followed by a show of flashing multi colored strobe lights and pyro on the stage. Maxwell walks out onto the stage with a smile on his face, clearly ignoring the mixed reaction that he’s receiving. He calmly strides down the ramp, looking more confident than he had ever looked during his tenure in PPW. He finally reaches the ring and hops up onto the apron from the floor, shooing Lotus out so that he can enjoy the spotlight for a few seconds. He steps into the ring as Lotus turns and takes a step away, shaking his head in disgust. CJ notices this and his smile widens.

 

DM: What the hell ? CJ just tried to pin Lotus with a sneak roll up !

 

JG: I like that. He’s clearly got a strategy here and he’s sticking to it

 

DM: Yeah, “cheat as much as possible”.

 

JG: Hey, if it works. How do you know it’s not a tactic to get Lotus angry and off of his game ?

 

DM: Ok…who took the idiot that I normally commentate with and replaced him with someone who can say something intelligent ?

 

Maxwell only gets a two count before the surprised and now agitated Dark Lotus aggressively kicks out of the pin attempt. Maxwell waists no time in capitalizing on the opening and begins to stomp away at the former World Champion. He does so for about two minutes before Lotus stops him by grabbing his foot and yanking it out from under him. Maxwell falls to the mat and does a backward roll, coming up a foot or so from Lotus, who stands up and brushes his arms off, all the while glaring at the slightly smaller man.

 

DM: I’m not so sure that was a wise move on CJ’s part. Remember what happened the last time someone took liberties with him…

 

JG: Yeah, he kicked the crap out of her. We haven’t seen Camilla since then. I like this aggressive side that Lotus is showing. It shows that he’s really driven to win the Paramount Championship. He’d make a much better Champion than the asshole who has it now.

 

DM: There you go Bomb…

 

JG: Here I go what ?

 

DM: There you go being the same disreputable kiss ass that you’ve always been. It was nice having that gone while it lasted.

 

Lotus walks over to Maxwell and takes a swing at him but Maxwell uses his superior speed and agility to dodge under the attempted strike and drops him to the mat with a neck breaker. Maxwell promptly follows that up by grabbing the left arm of Lotus and pulling back on it while grapevining him with his heels digging into the forehead of the larger man. The referee drops to the mat and checks with Lotus to see if he wants to give up as Maxwell viciously yanks back on the hold, trying to hyperextend Lotus’s arm and elbow.

 

DM: Even if I don’t like the taking of short cuts by Maxwell I have to admit that he’s showing some good technical wrestling here.

 

JG: I always thought technical wrestling was a sissy approach to things, but in Maxwell’s case it might be the smart approach to this match. Lotus does have a substantial size advantage over him.

 

Maxwell finally releases the hold but instead of abandoning it entirely he stands up holding onto the arm of Lotus before twisting it and dropping a leg across his elbow. He releases the hold and steps away from Lotus, who leaps to his feet and glares at Maxwell while shaking the pain out of his arm. The referee asks him if he’s ok to continue and Lotus shakes his head yes. Once again he advances on Maxwell, but this time doesn’t make any wild attempts to strike him. Instead he looks at Maxwell and then suddenly flops over onto his back. CJ stares at him blankly, taken completely off guard by the move. He circles Lotus, looking at him like he’s lost his mind but also showing excessive suspicion over what his opponent has done. Lotus pokes his head up and tells CJ to cover him. CJ looks at the referee as if to ask what the hell is going on and gets a confused shrug in return.

 

JG: Oooook….this is weird…even for Lotus.

 

DM: I’m as confused as you are Bomb, but I really want to see what Lotus is up to here. This can’t be what it looks like, that’s just too easy.

 

 CJ looks down at Lotus again before shrugging and walking over to Lotus. He acts like he’s going to drop down and pin him but instead leaps up and drops to the mat, driving an elbow into the sternum of the larger man. The elbow drives the wind from Lotus’s lungs in a loud whoosh and Maxwell drops to the mat and hooks his leg. The referee quickly drops to the mat and begins the pin count.

 

DM: No ! Maxwell only gets a two count and now Lotus is standing up with Maxwell in hand across his chest ! If I were Maxwell and could see the smile that’s on Lotus’ face it would scare the hell out of me.

 

JG: I’m sitting out here and it scares me.

 

DM: Your own shadow scares you Bomb…but if that look is any indication Lotus really has nothing good in mind for Maxwell.

 

Lotus takes Maxwell from the cross body position and presses him overhead, walking around the ring with him over his head for a few moments before roughly slamming Maxwell down to the mat on his back. Maxwell lands hard and bounces hard off of the mat before coming to rest in the corner. Lotus quikly covers that distance and begins to put the boots to him, driving shot after shot into his stomach before backing up from Maxwell and pulling him up by his hair with a malicious smirk on his face.

 

DM: Lotus better be careful with that hair pulling or he could get disqualified.

 

He pulls Maxwell out of the corner and places him face down between his knees while wrapping his arms and hooking his hands around Maxwell’s waist. He holds the position for a second before easily lifting Lotus up overhead and then violently snapping downward and driving him back first into the mat with a ring shaking jackknife powerbomb that lays Maxwell out like a squashed bug.

 

DM: My god  ! What a powerbomb ! Maxwell’s insides have to feel like Jell-o right now !

 

JG: Mmmmmm….Jell-o…..

 

DM: That’s disgusting Grande ! Pay attention to the damned match !

 

Lotus drops to the mat and applies the cover to Maxwell. The referee drops to the mat and starts the count and the crowd follows along with it.

 

Fans: ONE !!!

 

The referee slaps the mat again.

 

Fans: TWO !!!

 

He drops his hand to slap it a third time.

 

DM: NO !!!!

 

JG: How in the hell did he kick out of that ??

 

Maxwell’s kick out is at best a weak one, but it’s enough to break the pin attempt and get Lotus off of him. Lotus stands up and looks down at him in irritation but drags him to his feet again. This time he’s brought up short by a double fist strike to his groin. The move brings Lotus up short and he drops to the mat in obvious pain, with his hands over his crotch. Maxwell takes the time to regain his breath and begin pulling himself up with the ropes as the referee yells at him for the blatant low blow.

 

DM: Come one Ref, what are you doing ? Disqualify him ! That was blatant!!

 

JG: That looked like it hurt.

 

DM: Of course it hurt ! Maxwell just slammed his fists into Lotus’ groin as hard as he could ! How I the hell could that not hurt ??!!

 

JG: Maybe Lotus has a cup on.

 

DM: You are truly unbelievable Bomb.

 

Maxwell uses the opening to climb the turnbuckle behind Lotus and wrap his arm around the larger man’s neck. He leaps off of it and twists around in mid air, dropping to the mat and driving Lotus’ face into it as hard as he can. As soon as the move is completed Maxwell leaps to his feet and ascends the ropes.

 

DM: Big move coming up ! If Maxwell misses this it could swing the match back to Lotus.

 

Maxwell leaps off and does a one hundred and eighty degree flip in mid air before landing squarely across the chest of Lotus. He doesn’t stop there, immediately leaping to his feet and climbing the turnbuckle again. He waits for Lotus to get to his hands and knees before leaping off of it turnbuckle and coming down across the back of Lotus’ neck.

 

DM: Guillotine legdrop off the turnbuckle !

 

JG: Nice move by Maxwell ! He should pin him now !

 

Maxwell does exactly that and flips Lotus over to apply the pin. The referee drops to the mat and starts the count. He only gets to one and a half before Lotus energetically kicks out of it, nearly throwing him out of the ring. Lotus gets to his feet and his face is starting to get red with anger. Maxwell looks at him but shows no reaction to the expression.

 

DM: Maxwell looks to be sizing up his options while Lotus looks like he wants to kill him.

 

JG: I want to see where this is going, although I wish they’d hurry up so that we could get to watching Sid kick the hell out of someone else. I like watching him work.

 

DM: It’s not like you’d tell him if you <i>didn’t</i> like the way he did things. Sid would tear off your head and find a way to feed it to you.

 

Lotus quickly covers the distance in the ring. He covers it so fast that Maxwell doesn’t have time to react to it and quickly finds himself trapped by Lotus. Maxwell tries to dive under him and back out to center ring only to be stopped and thrown into the corner by the tree branch sized arm Dark Lotus. Maxwell slams into the corner back first but gets to time to react as Lotus begins driving punch after punch into his stomach until he’s slumped into the corner. Lotus follows this up by pulling Maxwell out of the corner and bending over, placing the smaller man stomach first across his shoulders. He takes two steps out into center ring and then throws him up before bringing him down hard onto his back.

 

DM: What a HUGE Death Valley Driver by Lotus !

 

JG: Pin him you idiot !

 

Lotus drops to the mat and once again hooks the leg of Maxwell. The referee drops to the mat and starts the count.

 

JG: One !

 

DM: Two !

 

DM and JG: Th…NO !!! HE ROLLED HIM UP ! MAXWELL ROLLED HIM UP !!

 

DM: Maxwell has his feet on the ropes ! His feet are on the ropes and the referee doesn’t see it !!

 

The referee drops to the mat and starts slapping out the count. All the while Maxwell pushes down on Lotus, who can’t kick out because of the leverage that Maxwell has from the ropes.

 

JG: ONE...TWO..THREE! HA HA! THE ONE MAN REVOLUTION HAS DONE IT!

 

DM: No ! That son of bitch just stole the match ! Maxwell had his feet on the ropes and the referee never saw it ! Damn him ! He shouldn’t advance in the tournament this way ! It’s not right !

 

JG: He’d better get the hell out of there because Lotus is up and he’s irate !

 

Lotus takes two steps towards Maxwell, who sees the livid giant coming and rapidly bails from the ring. He backs up the ramp taunting Lotus all of the way as Lotus stands in the ring and fumes.

 

DM: Maxwell better be looking over his shoulder because Lotus is definitely coming after him for this !

 

JG: Who cares ? He got the win didn’t he ? He’s advancing in the Tournament isn’t he ? That’s all that matters ! Lotus will get over it.

 

DM: I wouldn’t be betting my life on that if I were Maxwell. That’s a look of hell bent revenge on Lotus’ face.  Be that as it may we’re unfortunately being taken back to the office of our CEO John Dinucci. Apparently he has something to say….aren’t we privileged…

 

The camera cuts back to the office of John Dinucci, who is sitting at his desk. Sid Griffith stands behind him with his arms folded across his chest and an impassive look on his face, although there is still that look of ever present malice in his eyes.

 

JD: As all of you inbred idiots know our next Pay-Per-View is coming up in about a month. With that in mind I will declare the name of that Pay-Per-View, as well as some of the matches that we will see on it at our next Mutilation. Our Paramount Title Tournament is almost over and hopefully after the next Mutilation we will know who the last two people are who will have to fight it out for the ring to relieve that piece of crap Colin Zale of my Paramount Title. PPW needs a new Champion, not that washed up old coward who hides behind his over blown reputation.

 

Dinucci takes a breath and lets it out, although it is obvious that he is still very irritated.

 

JD: With that said one of my associates, Dr. Edsel Close has done missing tonight. I intend on finding out who’s behind it, although I’m pretty sure that I already know who it was. This is <b>my</b> company now and <b>my</b> show and I <i><b>will</i></b> shown the respect that I demand or people will get hurt. If people don’t get with the program I’ll make sure to impress it upon them as forcefully as I can. Now…let’s continue <b>my</b> show.

 

The camera shot cuts back out to the ringside area where Donovan sits with a look of abject disgust on his face at the John Dinucci’s announcements. Jim Grands sits next to him smirking gleefully. Donovan finally clears his throat and continues.

DM: Once again Dinucci charms us with his always delightful presence. Other than the Pay-Per-View announcement nothing of value came out of his mouth…not that that’s anything unusual. Speaking of Dinucci; with the beating that Lightning took from Sid last week I honestly have no idea what to physically expect from him this week. He still has to be in a lot of pain and it seems that the beating has him thinking. Could he be turning his attitude around or are we looking at some kind of careful ruse ?

 

JG: I don’t know about any of that “ruse” crap, but I know for a fact that he’s still hurting from that beating that he took from Sid. I also know that Sid is extremely proud of it and has been talking to Mr. Dinucci about getting that bat bronzed and mounted on his office wall. It would make a very nice trophy.

 

DM: Trophy for what ? Reminding Dinucci that Sid blew his best chance at getting the Paramount Title off of Zale ? To remind him that Sid let his ego get the better of him in a match against someone who he clearly overmatched physically ? Or maybe it’s to remind him of why someone like James Spyder gave up on him. I’d like to hear that reasoning for having that bat made into a souvenir. It’s true that I have never liked Lightning, but being proud of that beating just proves how low brow and slimy those two are. It’s just disgusting, flat out disgusting.

 

JG: You say “tomato” and I say “tomahto” Donnie. We can’t take anything you say about Mr. Dinucci as having any value because you are <i>obviously</i> heavily biased against him. So much for your “journalistic integrity”…I on the other hand have upheld mine to the fullest since I first picked up a PPW microphone.

 

DM: Hey guys out in the truck…did you get that ? Can you save that sound bite please ? I want to have that recorded so it can be held over Bomb’s head later on at some point. You did ? Excellent. Thanks guys.

 

JG: Well that wasn’t very nice of you to do.

 

DM: Bomb, when a moment like that presents itself you don’t let it pass into history unrecorded. You save it for posterity…and so you can use it against the hypocrite who said it over and over again.

 

JG: I don’t like you very much at the moment.

 

DM: That’s fine Bomb, I don’t like you very much at <i>any</i> moment. Welcome to my world. Now, it looks like our ring announcer is ready to introduce our next Paramount Title Tournament match. Let’s go to the ring.

 

The picture jumps to the ring where the Announcer stands with the microphone up to his mouth.

 

A: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is for one fall and is the second of tonight’s second round matches in the Paramount Title tournament. Introducing first, he hails from Houston, Texas and was the first <i>ever</p> Pure Pain Wrestling Ascension Champion. He stands at a height of six feet and weighs one hundred and eighty five pounds. Please welcome Jonathaaaaaan Willllliiiiiiiiis !!!

 

The lights slowly dim out of the arena, and the opener chords of "Open Your Eyes" by Guano Apes begins to play out. Multi-colored strobe lights begin to flash everywhere, and a huge multi-colored pyro goes off, washing the arena back into light as the fans cheer widly and Jonathan Willis emerges from the curtain. Jon walks towards the ring, taking a few quick moments to slap a few hands along the way. He hops onto the apron, grabs the ropes, and somersaults into the ring. He begins warming up as he waits for Lightning.

 

DM: Willis looks ready to go. Lightning is going to have his hands full given his condition.

 

The camera moves back to the ring and focuses on the ring announcer. In the background the referee is finishing up checking Willis for any foreign objects.

 

DM: Jonathan Willis is a very impressive wrestler here in PPW, only losing twice since he's been here.

 

JG: Yeah, well, Willis is being given an easy match up here tonight with the way that Sid beat on Lightning last show, Lightning probably still hasn't fully recovered.

 

DM: Yeah, well, Sid Griffith delivered a beating that Lightning will probably remember for a long time and it seems to have changed his attitude a little.

 

A: The second participant in this match is a former Pure Pain Wrestling Television Champion and advanced with a DQ win over Sid Griffith last week.

 

At the mention of this the fans cheer so loudly that the Announcer has to stop his call because he’s completely drowned out by them. He waits for them to quiet down and continues.

 

A: He hails from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada and stands at a height of six feet while weighing in at a weight of two hundred and thirty five pounds.  Please welcome Lightniiiiiiiiing !!

 

Match 4: 2nd Round Match- Paramount Title Tournament- Jonathan Willis vs Lightning

 

"Determined" by Mudvayne echoes in the arena after a blast of thunder. Lightning steps out onto the stage to a group of booing from the fans. Lightning looks out over the crowd and looks upset by the reception that he’s getting but nods his head and smiles in understanding, then walks down to the ring with his eyes glued on Jonathan Willis. He limps down to the ring, still enduring the pain left by Sid Griffith on the last show. He rolls into the ring and then slowly stands, grimacing in pain as he does so.

 

JG: Oh no... it looks like Lightning has already got a problem with even moving. C'mon Lightning. Don't let it get you down, brotha!

 

DM: What the hell's wrong with you?

 

The bell rings and Lightning immediately lunges forward, missing a clothesline. Both men bounce off opposite ropes and Jonathan Willis returns with a spinning heel kick, sending Lightning to the canvas. Lightning stands quickly, Willis missing a quick elbow drop. As Willis stands Lightning nails him with a standing dropkick.

 

DM: Nice athleticism by both men, here.

 

Lightning gets to his feet a little slower, his body weak from the previous show. Willis stands, ducks a lariat, spins around Lightning and executes a beautiful dragon suplex. He bridges, Lightning's shoulders down. 1... 2 Quick kickout from Lightning.

 

JG: I don't like this Jonathan Willis character... He's too scary for me.

 

DM: Just because someone wears a mask means they're scary? Open your eyes, Bomb! Jonathan Willis has an arsenal of moves that he can explode with at any moment!

 

JG: You just keep getting cheesier and cheesier with each show...

 

Willis pulls Lightning to his feet, kicks him in the ribs and hits him with a double underhook suplex. Lightning stands after a brief moment to regroup, and Willis irish whips Lightning into the ropes. Lightning returns and Willis leaps up, hitting Lightning with a hurricanranna. He stays on top of him. 1... 2.. Kickout!

 

JG: Come on, Lightning! Don't let this freak beat you!

 

Willis waits as Lightning stands, then ricochets off the ropes and sprints forward. Lightning thinks quickly and dropkicks the knee of Willis, catching him by surprise and sending him onto the canvas. Lightning wastes no time and pulls Willis's leg up, stomping it repeatedly, then leg dropping it back to the canvas.

 

JG: You see? That's what happens when you wear a mask... it gets in your way and you can't see what's going on...

 

DM: What in god's name are you talking about, Bomb?

 

JG: Oh... I don't know, I think I caught some of Jesy Blue's reefer...

 

DM: Oh, brother...

 

As Willis starts to stand, Lightning kicks the back of his knee, forcing him to fall back to the mat. He grabs his foot and drags him to the ropes, placing his foot on the bottom rope. He stands there for a moment, then steps onto the bottom rope. Before he can sit on Willis's leg, Willis leans up and shoves Lightning through the ropes to the outside.

 

DM: Quick thinking by Jonathan Willis...

 

JG: No, just a lucky notion.

 

Lightning lands surprisingly hard on his back and grimaces in pain as he rolls around for a few moments. He stands and rolls slowly into the ring, then stands and goes to tie up with Willis. Instead, Willis ducks under the tie up and german suplexes Lightning to the mat. He picks Lightning up by his hair and whips him into the corner, sprinting forward and nailing him with an enziguiri. Lightning falls forward, holding the back of his head in pain. Willis makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout from Lightning!

 

DM: I hate to admit it, but Lightning has a lot of heart.

 

JG: That's right, Donovan. You better recognize this boy's talent. He's PPW's future!

 

Willis pulls Lightning up by his hair once more and this time applies a side headlock. Lightning doesn't hesitate and pushes Willis into the ropes. Willis rebounds, leaps into a cross body, and Lightning ducks it! Willis hits the canvas stomach-first and rolls over, standing up immediately, only to be kicked in the gut. Lightning pulls Willis' head between his legs and signals for his finisher.

 

JG: Strike of Lightning! Do it!

 

Willis back body drops Lightning and regroups, leaning against the ropes. Lightning begins to stand again, and Willis steps forward. Lightning suddenly bursts to the side and superkicks him! Lightning makes the cover. 1... 2.. Kickout!

 

JG: Out of nowhere! You see? That's why I love this kid, Donnie!

 

DM: I see what you mean, Bomb...

 

Lightning gets in the ref's face, disagreeing with the pace of the count. As the ref defends himself, Lightning raises a fist as if he's going to hit him. Suddenly, Willis grabs him and spins him around. But, before he can do anything, Lightning throws his boot into Jonathan Willis's knee, kneeling him down. He throws another stomp and another until Willis goes down.

 

JG: Smart thinking by Lightning. He knew exactly what he was doing and caught Jonathan Willis offguard.

 

DM: I have to admit, Willis didn't see that coming...

 

JG: You're damn skippy he didn't.

 

Lightning pulls Willis's leg up and elbow drops the inside of his knee, weakening him even more. He puts his leg on the bottom rope again, this time succeeding when bouncing off and sitting on the knee.

 

DM: Christ, Lightning is really showing some focus on that leg of Jonathan Willis.

 

JG: Very technically sound is Lightning, my friend...

 

Lightning pulls Willis out away from the ropes and starts to apply the figure four leglock. He spins around his leg to twist up the knee, but Willis kicks Lightning away with his good leg. Lightning bounces stomach first against the ropes, and Willis rolls him up into a pin. 1... 2... Kickout by Lightning! Both men stand and Lightning ducks a clothesline, immediately dropping down to a dropkick to Willis's knee once again.

 

JG: Beautiful how Lightning is staying focused on that knee.

 

DM: Yes, Bomb, but Lightning seems a lot more drained tonight than usual and quicker. I think the beating Griffith gave him really has weakened him for this match. Look at him, he can hardly follow up with his moves without being countered.

 

Lightning climbs to the top turnbuckle as Jonathan Willis starts to stand. Willis gets to his feet and Lightning leaps off, hitting him with an excellent missile dropkick.

 

JG: What a move!

 

DM: Yes, but it took a lot out of Lightning, too, Bomb! Both men are down from the impact of that move!

 

The ref begins the ten count on the fallen superstars. As the count nears seven, Lightning gets to his feet first and sprints forward, springboarding off the middle rope and front dropkicking Jonathan Willis in the face as he's sitting on both knees. Lightning makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout by Willis! Lightning slaps the mat in frustration, glaring at the referee. Instead of arguing, he simply accepts it and pulls Willis to his feet.

 

DM: Lightning restraining himself from showing his frustration. Nice work there.

 

He kicks him into the gut again and calls for his finisher. He flips over, but Willis grabs onto his legs and Alabama Slams him onto the canvas, Lightning's head bouncing against it violently.

 

DM: What a counter!

 

Lightning starts to stand up, Willis helping him the rest of the way, then whipping him into the turnbuckle. He steps over and chops Lightning's chest twice, then elbows him into the head twice, chops, kicks him in the chest, elbows him in the head, and kicks him one last time into the chest.

 

JG: Violence Party, Donovan. Interesting arsenal of moves there, I guess I'd say.

 

DM: Indeed it is, Jim.

 

Lightning starts to stumble from the corner, and Willis whips him into the ropes and lariats him hard. He makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout from Lightning!

 

JG: Lightning still has that never say die attitude!

 

Willis pulls Lightning up to his feet and signals for his own finishing manuever. He sets him up into the pumphandle slam, lifting him onto his shoulder. Lightning starts to fight out of it, but before he can break out of it, Willis drops down, piledriving Lightning face-first. Willis makes the cover. 1... 2... 3!

 

DM: Willis wins! Unbelievable match from these two athletes!

 

After a few moments of celebrating, Jon Willis turns around to see Lightning standing in the middle of the ring, holding the back of his neck in pain. Willis approaches him and Lightning extends his hand. At first Willis is reluctant, but then he extends his hand as well, and the two men shake hands in the middle of the ring.

 

DM: Great sportsmanship shown by Lightning!

 

JG: I don't like Lightning anymore... he just doesn't know how to get it done.

 

DM: Oh, shut up, Bomb. You're just mad because he's actually got morals lately.

 

JG: Yeah, so?

 

DM: Ugh...We’ll be right back folks. “The Nightmare” Jared McClaine takes on Sid Griffith next.

 

Winner of the match via pinfall: Jonathan Willis- Willis advances to Round 3 in the Paramount Title Tournament

 

The cameras cut to backstage and it shows CJ Maxwell walking in the halls with a smirk on his face and a water bottle in his hand. Obviously very happy with his victory tonight. All of a sudden, CJ is stopped by a voice...

 

Voice: Well well well....Mr. Maxwell I presume?

 

CJ stops as he hears the voice. A man's voice. CJ then turns around and sees a man with short brown hair, a goatee, and wearing a suit. Accompanying the man is a woman with blonde hair, glasses, and is wearing a blouse and skirt and carrying a clipboard. The man walks over to CJ.

 

JG: Who is that guy? And my my my...who is that girl?

 

DM: Keep your hormones under control. I recognize that guy from somewhere but I dont know where.

 

The man walks up to CJ and shakes his hand.

 

Man: Congrats on your victory my man. Mighty fine wrestling you displayed there.

 

CJ looks at the man confused.

 

CJ: And who are you?

 

Man: Dont remember? We spoke on the phone a few times.

 

CJ thinks for a second, then smiles.

 

CJ: My financial backer for my Revolution.

 

Man: Yes, that's me. I'm Daryl Cranfill.

 

DM: Now I remember!

 

CJ then grabs Daryl's hand and shakes it again

 

CJ: Oh, now I'm very pleased to meet you!

 

DC: As am I. Oh..and this here...hehe...this little lady here is my assistant, Adrienne.

 

Adrienne extends her hand without speaking a word and CJ shakes her hand.

 

CJ: What brings you down here?

 

DC: To see how The Revolution is doing.

 

CJ: Heh...well...if you haven't noticed, no one is following me. I won the gauntlet, yet no one wants in on the Revolution.

 

DC: That's perfectly fine. The revolution I'm talking about, is you, "The One Man Revolution".

 

CJ smirks

 

CJ: I got ya.

 

DC: You see, you won that gauntlet, and no one wants to join the Revolution, but who needs them. You beat all of those guys. You dont need a gang of people for a Revolution, no no no. In the Russian Revolution, all that happened was a man walked into a building and said he's in control. That's all you're going to have to do. All you need is you, and of course Adrienne and I will assist you in anyway we can. And hell, looks like the Revolution, is doing just fine. You're on your way to become the next PPW Paramount Champion. With my help, you'll get there.

 

CJ: I like the sound of that. I've been taking your advise.

 

DC: And it's been working.

 

CJ: Yes. It has.

 

DC: Good, that's because YOU my friend are the Revolution, you just have to show all of these people that you are.

 

CJ: Oh, I will, don't worry about that.

 

DC: Good, that's what I like the hear. Well, I'm also hear because, I am the biggest stockholder for PPW, and I thought I'd pop in and talk to Mr. Dinucci himself. Also, I've been hired to host a talk show here on Mutilation. I want you, CJ Maxwell..."The One Man Revolution" to be my first guest on "The Spotlight".

 

CJ: Consider me there man.

 

DC: Good, good. This is only the beginning. PPW is not going to be the same after we get done with it.

 

CJ: Ha ha, yea. Definitely. By the way, you still want me to take care of that problem of yours?

 

DC: What problem? Oh.....him....

 

Daryl looks at Adrienne and she smiles....

 

DC: Not yet. Not quite yet. Focus on the Paramount title. That problem of mine, we have lots of time to take care of that.

 

CJ: Sounds good.

 

DC: Good, anyways, I'm off to see the boss. Take care CJ, see ya on the next show.

 

CJ: Looking forward to it.

 

CJ and Daryl shake hands, Adrienne nods to CJ and CJ nods back as the two walk away. CJ has a big smirk on his face.

 

JG: Wow, I kinda like that Daryl character, he's a friend of Dinucci's! And any friend of Dinucci's, is a friend of mine.

 

DM: Dont you think Dinucci is going to get tired of you kissing his ass?

 

JG: You're just jealous because he wont let you literally kiss his ass.

 

DM: Whatever. And Daryl...you like him? Dont you know who that man is?

 

JG: No I dont, but why dont you tell all of us smart one.

 

DM: Daryl Cranfill, former owner of World Xtreme Wrestling, WXW. A federation that ran years ago. Kinda flew under the radar because they were indy and they never had a TV deal, but their shows were huge! And that man....is evil.

 

JG: And....I'm not supposed to like him because?

 

DM: If history serves correctly, when he said "PPW will never be the same", he really meant it.

 

JG: This should be interesting.

 

DM: I have a bad feeling about what this guy's intentions are. Did you know he actually sold WXW and merged with another fed only to destroy it from the inside?

 

JG: No, I did not know that, but hell, I really love the guy now! Maybe he could take care of our rival federations.

 

DM: Nevermind...just nevermind...you're not seeing the point here.

 

JG: He's evil, that's all that's got me interested. Well....besides that tasty dish he has hanging out with him.

 

DM: Alright, we're going to take a commercial break.


The screen goes black for a few moments before a commercial for PPW merchandise plays. It goes on for a few moments and is followed up by a couple of video montages to add drama to the upcoming Pay-Per-View. The commercials end and the screen comes back on to show the announcers table with Donovan Michaels and Jim Grande sitting at it.

 

DM: We’re back ladies and gentlemen and our next match is up. I’m not sure what to expect here other than utter chaos as Sid Griffith, John Dinucci’s six foot, eight inch pit-bull take on Jared McClaine, Harmony Taylor’s personal hit man. This all started a few weeks ago when Harmony told McClaine that she knew about his past, which is something as we know that McClaine is desperate to find out about. Unfortunately for McClaine finding that out would come with a price and he’s been doing Harm’s dirty work since then. This match should be very interesting given what transpired between Harmony and Sid at our last Pay-Per-View.

 

JG: Yeah, Sid laid down the new law in PPW and used her as an example. Since then she’s gotten with the program and started looking out for herself. To her McClaine is a resource and I for one think that she’s using him well.

 

DM: You would, considering that the closest that you ever get to know what morals are, is when you play Scrabble.

 

JG: I know what morals are; I just choose not to have any.

 

DM: Truer words were never spoken folks. Let’s go to the ring for our introductions.

 

The camera turns to the ring where the announcer stands with the microphone up to his mouth.

 

A: Ladies and gentlemen this match is for one fall. The first participant hails from San Jose, California and weight in at two hundred and forty- five pounds. He is a former Pure Pain Wrestling Ascension Champion. Please welcome Jarrredddd McClaaaaaaaaaine !!!!

 

The lights go out and then "Crimson Red" by Stigmurder begins to play as the lights start to flicker and fog starts to rise on the ramp. "The Nightmare" Jared McClaine emerges from the fog, and walks down the ramp. He slides into the ring and he looks around at the fans. He gets into a corner and crouches down, waiting for Sid Griffith.

 

DM: McClaine looks ready to me. His expression is one of complete focus.

 

JG: He’s going to have to focus on this or Sid is going to break him in two.

 

DM: McClaine isn’t exactly tiny Bomb; he’s over six feet tall and weighs almost two hundred and fifty pounds. Sid won’t have any easy time trying to throw <i>him</i> around. He might not even be able to get him off of his feet at the beginning of the match.

 

JG: Oh…he’ll get him off of his feet Donnie.

 

DM: What the hell does <i>that</i> mean ? No ! WAIT A MINUTE !! What do you and that motley band of scumbags have planned for the beginning of this match ??!! What low bridge, easy way out method is Sid going to use this time ??!!

 

JG: Let’s just say that Sid is prepared and leave it at that, ok ?

 

DM: If I thought it would get me anywhere I’d question you further about that…but I know it’s pointless.

 

Match 5: Regular Match- Sid Griffith vs “Nightmare” Jared McClaine

 

A:: Ladies and gentlemen the second participant in this match is CEO John Dinucci’s right hand man. He’s a physical giant, standing at a height of six feet, eight inches and weighing in at a weight of three hundred and twenty- fiver pounds. He hails from Indianapolis, Indiana. Ladies and gentlemen he is Siiiiiiiid Griiiiiifiiiiiiiith !!!!

 

The heavy guitar riffs begin and the arena is immediately filled with booing from the fans. The song continues to play with the entrance video accompanies it. The song plays all of the way through but Sid never walks out onto the ramp. The song ends and Jared walks up to the referee and points at the ramp with an irritated look on his face. The referee looks down at the time keeper and then over at the ring announcer and tells him to announce Sid again. The fans begin booing again, irritated with Sid’s attempt to one up Jared McClaine.

 

A: Ladies and gentlemen the second participant in this match is CEO John Dinucci’s right hand man. He’s a physical giant, standing at a height of six feet, eight inches and weighing in at a weight of three hundred and twenty- fiver pounds. He hails from Indianapolis, Indiana. Ladies and gentlemen he is Siiiiiiiid Griiiiiifiiiiiiiith !!!!

 

The heavy guitar riffs begin and the arena is immediately filled with booing from the fans, although this time the booing is much louder. The music continues to play and still no Sid Griffith. Jared walks over to the referee and asks him to start a count out if the big man doesn’t come out.

 

DM:  Where the hell is Griffith ? What are you slugs up to now ?

 

JG: Just wait Donnie, watch and learn.

 

The referee tells McClaine to go back to his corner, which he does although he doesn’t look at all happy about it. The referee begins a standing ten count that the crowd counts along with.

 

Fans: ONE !!!

 

Fans: TWO !!!

 

DM: THREE ! Sid might lose this match be Fans: FOUR!!!

 

DM: continuing his statement he ever gets a chance to win it !

 

Fans: Five !!!

 

JG: Be patient Donovan ! It’s all under control. Soon enough Jared will be

 

Fans: SIX !!!

 

JG: Exactly ! He’ll be “six” feet under !

 

DM: That pun was stupid ! Even for you.

 

The fans hit eight and begin to boo furiously. Their reason for doing so becomes obvious shortly afterward.

 

DM: Oh no ! Sid just grabbed Jared by the ankles and dropped him flat on his face from outside the ring ! Damn that Sid ! He always takes shortcuts when possible and this time he used the ring post !

 

Jared slowly pulls himself off of the post as Sid points at his head and smiles. The referee begins yelling at Sid, who responds by flipping him the bird before grabbing the top rope and stepping onto the apron from the floor. He steps over the top rope and walks into the ring before pulling McClaine up by his hair. He looks McClaine in the face for a moment with an evil smirk on his face before poking him straight in the eyes. McClaine recoils backwards violently while clutching at his face and the referee again scolds Sid for his actions. Sid once again flips the referee the bird, except this time he turns and laughs at McClaine as he tries to regain his vision.

 

DM: It’s really pathetic to see a guy with all of the size and talent that Sid has resorting to cheap tactics in every match. Is he really that unsure of his own abilities or just that afraid of his opponents ?

 

JG: Sid isn’t afraid of anyone. He does the cheap tricks to get a mental edge on his opponents. If you weren’t an idiot you’d understand that.

 

DM: As much as that statement should annoy me it doesn’t. All it does is confirm for everyone who watches PPW who the actual idiot behind this table really is.

 

Sid walks over to McClaine and waits as he finally seems to be getting his vision cleared up. Sid turns his head and puts on a mocking expression for a few moments. The look doesn’t last long and changes into a nasty looking smile as soon as Sid feels that he has McClaine where he wants him. Sid leans back and lunges forward, throwing his arm out to clothesline his opponent out of the ring.

 

DM: He missed ! McClaine moved ! He might have been playing possum !

 

McClaine dodges the attempted strike so easily that it clearly catches Sid completely off his guard, causing him to stand silently staring at the empty space that has suddenly appeared in front of him. He turns around only to find McClaine’s boot buried in his stomach. Sid bends over slightly, but not enough for McClaine, who drives his boot into Sid’s stomach again, this time much harder causing Sid to finally double over. McClaine capitalizes on it by grabbing Sid around his head and pushing his head down with it as he thrusts his knee upward as hard as he can. The knee connects with Sid’s chin and a sickening crack rips through the arena.

 

DM: What a shot by McClaine ! That’s the first time I think we’ve ever seen Sid recoil back so forcefully !

 

JG: What a cheap shot ! He was <i>clearly</i> pulling Sid’s hair for leverage !

 

DM: Will you shut up Grande ! He was doing no such thing and you know it !

 

Sid staggers backwards and bounces off of the ropes, stumbling forwards and right into a jawbreaker from McClaine. Sid staggers back up to the ropes clutching at his jaw in pain. McClaine runs right up to him and leaps into the air.

 

DM: Dropkick from McClaine ! He knocked Sid from the ring !

 

JG: So what ?! Sid landed on his feet and now McClaine has to deal with an angry Sid !

 

Sid walks around the side of the ring to the ramp side and jaws at a couple of the fans, totally ignoring Jared. Jared notices this and smiles, backing up towards the opposite side of the ring. McClaine smiles and takes off running across the ring. As he gets to the ropes be leaps as hard as he can and sails over the top rope and to the outside. The fans explode into cheers at this and this causes Sid to turn around.

 

DM: What a high risk move by McClaine ! Sid never saw it coming !

 

JG: That’s insane ! Disqualify him !

 

DM: For what ? Taking a chance at breaking his own neck ? What’s illegal about that ?

 

JG: How dare he treat Mr. Dinucci’s personal enforcer that way !

 

DM: Stop being such a suck up ! McClaine took a chance and Sid got caught napping ! There’s nothing illegal about that !

 

McClaine stands up to a thunderous cheer and raises his hands above his head before driving a vicious kick into the jaw of Sid. Sid rolls over onto the floor clutching at his jaw but his eyes are alight with unmasked ire. McClaine sees this and smiles before driving another boot into the giant’s face. He drives five more solid kicks into Sid’s face before noticing the referee’s count and running back to the ring to roll under the ropes.

 

DM: He barely got that count stopped ! The referee was up to nine and about to say “ten” when McClaine broke it !

 

McClaine rolls out of the ring and walks back over to Sid, driving another kick into his face before pulling him off of the floor. He drags Sid back to the ring and tries to roll him back in, but Sid will have none of it and shoves him away. McClaine stumbles back a couple of steps but doesn’t fall over. Sid sees this and smirks, but the smirk hides a lot of rage behind it. He takes two steps towards McClaine and points a finger at him, flipping it up and giving him the high sign. McClain smiles at it and takes a step forward but doesn’t take the bait. Sid stands glaring angrily at him for a moment as the referee continues the count.

 

DM: McClaine is playing head games with Sid and Sid looks furious ! Sid is showing his nature because Jared isn’t playing into Sid’s attempt to goad him !

 

JG: This has to be Harmony’s influence ! McClain has never been this smart before !

 

DM: What kind of an idiotic thins is that to say Bomb ? McClaine isn’t stupid ! You’re just angry because Sid is being made a fool in front of everyone and he can’t do anything about it !

 

Sid takes two steps towards McClaine, his face red with anger. McClaine smiles at it and nods his head before taking another step forward and goading the big man.

 

DM: McClaine is playing head games right back and Sid looks like he might be falling for it.

 

McClaine smiles before breaking into a run. He charges straight at Sid, who looks at him like a wolf waiting for its next kill. McClaine gets about a step from Sid and suddenly swerves around him, sliding back into the ring as the referee gets to “eight” in the count. Sid wheels around and grabs the top rope. He only gets one foot onto the apron before McClaine charges at him and leaps up, hitting him with a perfect dropkick that knocks him back to the floor. He leaps back to his feet and looks down at Sid, a grin on his face then backs up a couple of steps and waves Sid back into the ring.

 

DM: McClaine is really having fun at Sid’s expense right now. I like this. It’s nice to see Sid finally have a hard time with someone, and have a hard time out thinking someone.

 

JG: Sid will win. Sid always wins.

 

DM: Not always Bomb. He didn’t beat Lightning.

 

JG: Of course he did. Lightning couldn’t walk out when it was over. How’s that a victory ?

 

DM: He advanced in the tournament didn’t he ? Sid’s not in the tournament anymore. That’s a loss; I don’t care how you cut it.

 

Sid finally gets back into the ring and gives Jared an obnoxious look before taking a step to advance on him. Jared gets down in a fighting stance and puts his hands up in a “come and get me” gesture. Sid smiles and nods his head and says “Yeah…I’m gonna kill you !”…and then turns around and drives his foot straight into the face of Referee Danny Redford, instantaneously knocking him unconscious. The fans respond with instant boos and begin showering the ring with trash. Sid turns to McClaine and smiles evilly, pointing at his own head as if to say “I’m always one step ahead”.

 

DM: That son of a bitch just took out <i>another</i> PPW Official ! If this keeps up no one will want to referee his matches !

 

JG: I love it ! Sid is brilliant ! He knew that he’d never get a fair shake from the official so he did something about it ! It’s great !

 

DM: It’s not “great” ! What the hell is your problem ??? First he cripples Mickey Paulings last week and now he knocks out Danny Redford ! Sid’s behavior is disgusting, not “great” !

 

Sid immediately advances on McClaine, his face alive with ill intent. McClaine backs up a step but stays in his fighting posture waiting for Sid to commit to a move. Sid starts circling around Jared, sizing him up for whatever his next attack is going to be. Jared just turns with Sid and watches him circle.

 

JG: Come on McClaine ! Stop being a sissy and do something !

 

DM: McClaine ? What about Sid ? All he’s doing is walking in a circle !

 

JG: He’s strategizing; McClaine is just being a pussy.

 

DM: It must be hard to see reality Bomb. You might want to consider getting glasses to correct that problem.

 

Sid finally decides on something and lunges at McClaine, going for a standard collar and elbow tie up. McClaine dodges under it and waits for Sid to turn around before leaping up and landing another dropkick on Sid. The move barely staggers him and he quickly stands back up and stares at McClaine with an amused look on his face. McClaine looks at Sid and gestures for him to come at him again and Sid grins.

 

DM: Sid just rolled out of the ring…where he hell is he going ?

 

JG: How should I know ?

 

Sid steps out of the ring and paces around for a few moments before reaching under the ring. McClaine runs across the opposite side of the ring and bounces off of the ropes before breaking into a charge.

 

JG: Look out Sid !

 

DM: Get him Jared !

 

McClaine hits the three quarter part of the ring and drops to the mat into a baseball slide. He slides under the ropes perfectly but Sid sidesteps it at the last moment. McClaine hits the floor hard but is promptly back up to his feet and turning to face Sid. He turns to face the larger man and for no apparent reason at all recoils back clutching at his left eye. Sid stands with a smirk on his face and starts twirling something on the end of his finger.

 

DM: What the hell is that ? What did he use ?

 

JG: I don’t know, but whatever it was it certainly worked.

 

DM: It’s that goddamned rubber band again ! Sid used that rubber band on McClaine just like he had on Camilla ! The lowlife son of a bitch ! He just can’t go one match without cheating can he ?!

 

JG: Why should he ? It works doesn’t it ?

 

Sid wraps the rubber band around his wrist with a smile and charges at McClaine. When he reaches the slightly smaller man he drills him square in the chin with a vicious superkick, the sound of the impact rips through the arena like a gunshot. McClaine’s head snaps back and he staggers backward before running into the ring steps and falling over them. Sid observes this with a smirk and walks over to McClaine. He towers over his opponent for a couple of seconds before rearing back and driving his foot right into the face of McClaine. The sound of boot leather on skin echoes through the arena causing an “oooohhhh!!!” reaction from the fans before the resume booing the monster. The back of McClaine’s head bounces hard off of the steps with a loud, metallic clang and lolls forward. Sid notices this with a smile and starts to rub his hands together gleefully.

 

DM: My god ! Did you hear the sound his head made when it bounced off of those steps ??!! He could have a fractured skull !

 

JG: He deserves it for cheating so much in this match.

 

DM: You know you really are an asshole Bomb. Sid has done all of the cheating so far, you’re just pissed at McClaine because up until a few minutes ago he was making Sid look really stupid.

 

Sid pulls McClaine off of the floor and dead lifts him before dropping him stomach first across the guardrail. McClaine lands stomach first and his breath is driven out in a loud “whoosh” before he flops over onto his back and lies motionlessly on the floor. Sid hovers over McClaine with a smirk before letting out an absolutely disgusting laugh. He continues to laugh as a soda can bounces off of his face and skitters away across the floor.

 

DM: Did you hear the sound that McClaine made when his ribs bounced off of that railing ? They could be broken !

 

Sid pulls him up off of the floor and picks him up overhead then turns and throws him back into the ring. A look of genuine confusion comes across his face when the fans begin to cheer wildly.

 

DM: It’s Caleb Hart ! What’s Hart doing here ?

 

JG: What the hell does he want ?! He’s got to take this moment of greatness away from Sid ! That selfish bastard !

 

DM: I agree that Hart is self centered and arrogant, but he’s not anywhere near as bad as Sid is in any way ! You just hate him because he doesn’t kiss Dinucci’s ass.

 

Sid turns around and sees Hart standing at the bottom of the ramp with his arms folded across his chest and begins to walk towards him. Hart sees this and doesn’t flinch, blink or move in any way, he just stands smirking at Sid as he walks towards him. McClaine begins to stir in the ring as this plays out a mere ten feet from him.

 

DM: This is going to get very interesting. As Sid stands out there and does whatever he’s going to do with Hart…which will no doubt involve a lot of talking, Jared McClaine is sitting there in the ring recovering from what Sid did to him. As brutal and talented as Sid is this just goes to show you his inexperience and out of control ego.

 

JG: He’s angry at being interrupted. Here is he, showing once again that he’s the greatest talent in PPW and this egotistical jerk has to come out and interrupt him ! 

 

DM:  Sid shouldn’t be letting this get to him. Caleb isn’t doing anything, he’s just standing there.

 

Sid walks around and stands, glaring down at Caleb before lifting a hand and poking it into his chest as he starts jawing at him. Caleb doesn’t respond to it, he just stands there smiling up at him, looking totally amused by the whole thing. Inside the ring Nightmare stands up and looks at what’s going on outside the ring. He watches it for a moment then rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. Sid stands on the other side jawing at Caleb as Nightmare slides the chair into the ring and follows it in. He picks it up and rapidly crosses over to the other side of the ring.

 

DM: It looks to me like McClaine is going to even things up a little between him and Sid.

 

McClaine slides out of the match and stands up on the apron and holds the chair high overhead as the fans cheer in apprehension for what’s going to happen.

 

DM: I smell a steel influenced headache coming up for someone !

 

McClaine leaps off of the apron and brings the chair swinging down, aimed towards the head of Sid. Sid, by some miracle, manages to avoid the chair shot by diving out of the way at the last second. McClaine comes down and drives the chair into the head of Caleb Hart with a thunderous clang. Caled immediately crumples to the floor and McClaine drops the chair on the floor and stares at the “miscue” before smiling and shrugging at it. The camera focuses on the chair for a moment to show the headrest of it almost bent in on itself. It pulls up just in time to see another chair shot delivered, this time to Jared McClaine courtesy of Sid Griffith. The chair slams into the back of McClaine’s head and the headrest almost snaps off from the force of the blow. McClaine drops to the floor in a heap as Sid stands over him smiling with joy at the destruction.

 

DM: Holy crap what a freakin chair shot !

 

Sid throws the chair to the floor and makes sure to drive a kick into Caleb for good measure then turns on McClaine and hauls him to his feet. He pulls McClaine up and lifts him off the floor into a powerbomb position before driving him down and slamming him into the floor with a sickening slap. McClaine goes completely limp on the floor and Sid stands up and raises his arms over his head, smiling like a child with no control over him at a toy store.

 

DM: He’s so proud of himself ! He could have shattered McClaine’s skull on that floor and he’s proud of himself !

 

JG: Of course he is ! It’s the way to another great victory. He’s showing yet another unworthy talent why he shouldn’t oppose Mr. Dinucci.

 

DM: Oppose Dinucci ??!! What the hell did McClaine ever do to Dinucci ?? This is bull Bomb, nothing but bull ! This is just Dinucci flaunting his unopposed power ! That’s all this is and he doesn’t care if a man ends up crippled because of it !

 

JG: Why should he? Who’s going to do anything about it ? There are a million Jared McClaine’s out there and he can always pay for another one !

 

DM: That’s disgusting Bomb ! He’s a man for god’s sake, not something you pick up at the discount store ! What the hell is wrong with you and whatever it is it’s even worse with that pathological cretin that you call a boss. He’s sick !

 

Sid hauls McClaine over head and throws him back into the ring, following along behind him. He walks over to the fallen body of McClaine and lays him over his shoulder with his arm across McClaine’s back. He rears back and holds McClaine’s limp form up a little, stalling for a moment.

 

DM: Obliteration ! Come on you sick bastard, just pin him already ! You’ve already beaten him !

 

JG: Come on ! Hurt him more !

 

DM: Would you shut up already ! It’s bad enough that Dinucci encourages this from his pet psycho, but hearing it from you makes me want to vomit.

 

Sid stands up from delivering the devastating move and raises his hands, brushing them together as if he’s cleaning something off of them. He finally drops both hands and smiles before reaching over to pick McClaine back up again. He pulls the limp body of McClaine off of the mat and slaps an unnecessary Full Nelson onto him.

 

JG: Yes Sid ! Do it ! KILL THE LIGHTS !!!

 

DM: You know you really should see a doctor about that problem.

 

JG: What problem ?

 

DM: Pick one. You have enough of them.

 

Sid grips McClaine in a full nelson, often tightening the hold and adding pressure. He keeps McClaine locked in for several seconds, before finally stepping in front of McClaine and tripping him. He not only drops the McClaine first into the canvas, but actually forces him to land on his face with all of Sid's weight behind it. McClaine has no way of covering his face, because his arms are locked in a full nelson and he’s still totally unconscious. Sid holds it before roaring like an animal and breaking into a run. He finally leaps into the air and drives McClaine into the mat with a modified Russian Legsweep that makes the ring shake. Sid stands up and throws his arms into the air and then notices the referee coming around slowly. He drops his arms and walks over to him before shaking him violently to rouse him. The referee crawls to his hands and knees and shakes the cobwebs out of his head. Sid drags him over to where the inert form of Jared McClaine lays in a heap. Sid drops the referee next to him and flips him over, dropping a lazy cover across him. The referee slowly counts the academic three count.

 

JG: Sid wins again ! What a huge victory !

 

DM: Shut up you clown ! He cheated and almost killed McClaine to do it !

 

JG: It was still a victory. Who cares how he got it ?

 

DM: He might care in a minute because Hart is back on his feet and he looks pissed!

Sid raises his arm in victory as Caleb Hart slides into the ring. Nightmare slowly starts to get up. Caleb waits for Nightmare to stand up.

DM: Look at this, Caleb Hart has Nightmare right where he wants him!

Nightmare is hunched over and is holding himself up by the ropes, he then spots Caleb and immediately charges at him.

JG: ALRIGHT HERE WE GO! LET DANCE BOYS!

Nightmare tackles Caleb to the ground and Caleb rolls Nightmare over and punches him in the face as the fans go nuts.

DM: Caleb wants redemption! He wasn't about to forget what happened last week!

The two brawl on the mat as Sid is standing in the corner watching everything.

JG: Sid has front row seats.

The two men stand up and trade blows. Caleb swings at Nightmare with his right and Nightmare catches his fist.

JG: Uh oh

Nightmare then twists Caleb's arm and then goes for a hook kick but Caleb ducks the kick and then out of nowhere connects with a Hart Attack and Nightmare falls over the top rope and onto the mat as the fans cheer.

DM: Caleb Hart just showed Nightmare how to counter a move!

JG: Boo...God damn pretty boy!

Caleb looks down at Nightmare on the outside, then turns around and sees Sid standing right in front of him. Sid then kicks Caleb and turns him around and.....

JG: KILL THE LIGHTS! YEA BABY!

Caleb is slammed on the mat and Sid stands over him with a sick smile. On the outside, Nightmare grabs a chair and he slides back into the ring. He stands up and he sees Sid standing over Caleb.

JG: Oh boy, this is going to be good.

DM: Sid just took care of Caleb Hart for Nightmare! But why?

JG: Because he can! He's our CEO's hired gun; he can do what he wants!

Nightmare stares at Sid as Sid looks down at Caleb. Then Sid smiles and shrugs his shoulders then points down at Caleb as if to say “He’s all yours, have fun”.

DM: Sid pretty much just fed Caleb to the dogs!

JG: Not dogs, just one, very mean dog.

Nightmare looks down at Caleb and raises the chair over his head.

DM: Nightmare is going to finish off Caleb!

Nightmare all of sudden swings the chair and hits Sid in the head and he goes down. Sid hits the mat and Nightmare throws down the chair and stares down at the both of them.

JG: Oh hell no...Dinucci is not going to like that!

DM: And neither is Sid or Caleb for that matter.

Nightmare then rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp, seemingly not paying attention to the crowd’s cheers and boos.

DM: That is one lost man.

JG: What? You feel sorry for him? Yea, I feel sorry for him too, Sid is going to kill him!

DM: No, I don't feel sorry for him. If anything, I feel sorry for anyone else that Harmony directs Nightmare to take care of! The man is lost and wants to know who he is; he's willing to do anything for that. And as you can see, he just knocked the snot out of one of PPW's powerhouses!

JG: I see your point.

DM: Harmony just enlisted herself a very deadly weapon if you ask me. We’re going to break folks. We’ll be right back.

The screen fades to black and the PPW logo appears on the screen before some meaningless and idiotic commercial for some equally meaningless product plays on the screen. After it ends it’s followed up by a sports commercial, a pair of movie trailers and some other meaningless and irritating nonsense. Finally the commercial stupidity ends and the screen comes back on to show Donovan Morgan and Jim “The Bomb” Grande at the announcers table.

DM: We’re back ladies and gentlemen and it’s time for a match that’s been highly anticipated. This match was announced and things immediately got personal. Kast attacked Harm with the old “Women in wrestling” routine and Harmony shot back by grinding Kast’s record against Colin Zale in his face. These two have earned a healthy dislike for each other in a very short amount of time. I expect that this is going to be a very tight match with each of them trying to embarrass the other.

JG: I’m looking forward to this. Either way I win. On the one hand I get to see lots of T and A; on the other I get to see Shane Kast get beaten up. Either way this is going to be a fun match.

DM: Aren’t you the eternal optimist. Anyway, let’s go to the ring as our announcer is ready to introduce both wrestlers.

Match 6: 2nd Round Paramount Title Tournament- Shane Kast vs Harmony Taylor


A: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a round two match in the Paramount Title Tournament!

 

"Do you know my name" by Ra plays and the arena is filled with boos. Harmony Taylor steps out from the backstage area in revealing wrestling tights. She has her Television Championship wrapped around her waist as she is received with disapproval.

 

A: Making her way down to the ring... She hails from Milwaukee, Wisconsin... Standing at 5'5", and weighing in at 125 pounds.... She is the current PPW Television Champion... Harmonyyyyyy Tayyyyylorrrrr!

 

Harmony nods with a grin as she makes her way down to the ring, the fans booing her loudly. She walks down the ramp trash talking and pointing at her head before making a couple of chair shot gestures. She gets down to the ring and rolls in, then stands and waits for her opponent while she unhooks her belt and gives it to the referee, focusing her concentration on the match, preparing her mental strategy.

 

DM: Well, I couldn't care less who advances in this match, Bomb. Harmony stuck a dagger into the backs of each of her fans and Shane is just an arrogant prick.

 

JG: Ah, don't be such a pussy, Donovan. Harmony did what she needed to do in order to get some respect around here.

 

DM: Oh, bullshit. She had respect before then, she just didn't show her potential.

 

Harmony's theme music dies down and fades out, leaving a brief silence throughout the arena. "Don't You Wish You Were Me" blares and Shane Kast is welcomed with the same ocean of booing as he makes his way out to the ring.

 

A: And making his way down to the ring... Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Standing 5'10" and weighing in at 215 lbs... He is a former PPW Bloodgames and former two- time PPW Television Champion... He is... Shaaaaaaaane.... Kaaaaaaaaast!

 

Kast makes his way down to the ring arrogantly, seeming to swim in the disapproval of the PPW fans. Sliding into the ring, he grins at Harmony and nods with a cocky smirk. He climbs onto the middle turnbuckle and raises his arms, looking down at the fans and grinning from ear to ear. He hops off the turnbuckle and faces his opponent, Harmony's eyes glued on Shane Kast.

 

DM: Well, ladies and gentlemen, I guess the fans of PPW will have to cheer for the person they hate less than the other.

 

JG: Or, they can shut their suck holes, and watch what real wrestling has to do with.

 

DM: You're exceptionally obnoxious today, Jim...

 

JG: And fuck you very much, too, Donovan.

 

The bell rings and Kast and Harmony circle the ring, keeping their focus on one another. Kast grins arrogantly as he taunts Harmony while they circle each other. They go in for the tieup, but Kast backs away at the last second, a cocky smile on his face as he shrugs and continues circling Harmony.

 

JG: Mind games, baby, it's all about the mind games.

 

They circle each other again, then actually tieup in the middle of the ring. Kast, having more power, backs Harmony into the turnbuckle. The ref comes between the two, asking Kast to break the tieup. He does so slowly, holding his hands up in the air cautiously, then slaps Harmony across the face before backing away and grinning from ear to ear, taunting his opponent. The slap echoes in the arena, followed by a simultaneous "WOO!" from the fans.

 

DM: Cheap shot from Kast there. Why would anyone expect anything else from him?

 

JG: Don't be so sore Donovan, you little pansy.

 

Harmony nods slowly then re-centers her focus on Shane. The two circle the ring and once again tie up. Kast again starts to back Harmony into the corner. Once in the corner, the ref breaks them up again. Kast starts to let go, and as soon as he does, Harmony throws a thumb into his eye. Surprised, Kast backs up quickly and turns around. Harmony sprints forward and bulldogs Kast into the mat.

 

DM: Battle of the cheap shots, I see...

 

JG: Shut up before I turn off your headset and do this broadcast myself.

 

DM: You couldn’t carry a broadcast by yourself if you had a moving truck to help you.

 

Harmony keeps her arm locked around Kast's head, turning the bulldog into a sitting headlock, applying pressure around his head. Kast slowly makes his way to his feet from the hold and throws Harmony into the ropes. She bounces back, ducking a clothesline, bounces off the opposite ropes, and runs right into a superkick from Kast. Kast walks away from it with a cocky grin and jumps onto the turnbuckle, taunting the fans and pointing down at Harmony, who is struggling to get to her feet from the unexpected kick to the face.

 

JG: Oh, how I love to watch Shane Kast wrestle. Now this guy is a talented athlete. He just needs to realize who his boss is and try to med fences between them.

 

DM: Well I can't argue with you there. He is very talented, but I think he might be letting it get to his head a little bit. He shouldn't be wasting this kind of time. He should be capitalizing.

 

Kast gets down from the turnbuckle and lifts Harmony up to her feet. He whips her into the corner and sprints after her, hitting a hard impact clothesline into the turnbuckle. He follows up almost immediately with a bulldog of his own. He stands from the bulldog and raises his arms up in the air, then points his fingers down at Harmony once more.

 

DM: Come on, Shane, this is ridiculous. Just get back to wrestling.

 

Kast pulls Harmony to her feet once more, and Harmony rakes his eyes, buying her a few seconds.  Before Kast can react on offense, Harmony throws her leg up and nails Kast between the legs, sending Kast to his knees almost instantly. She follows up with a hard DDT into the canvas to finish up her cheap shot assault. She rolls over and blatantly starts choking Shane Kast. The ref gives her a five second warning before pulling her off of him.

 

DM: How can anybody enjoy this trash? Neither of these competitors is even wrestling. They're just cheating their way through the match!

 

JG: Donovan, Donovan, Donovan... What's your problem, DM? You got some sand in your vagina?

 

DM: Shut up, Bomb...idiot.

 

Harmony brings Kast up to his feet now, whipping him into the ropes. Kast reverses the whip and pulls Harmony in for a short-arm clothesline. He makes the cover. 1... 2. Kickout at barely 2. Kast pulls Harmony to her feet and lifts her up into a vertical suplex. Harmony flips over, both holding onto the move, then drops quick, hitting Kast with a falling neckbreaker.

 

JG: Nice counter by Harmony Taylor... right Donnie?

 

DM: Well, yes, that's right. It's about time we saw some wrestling in there.

 

Harmony makes the cover. 1... 2. Kick out at barely 2 from Kast. Harmony quickly stands and hits Kast with a knee drop over the bridge of his nose. She makes the cover again. 1... 2. Another kickout at just barely 2 from Kast. Frustrated, Harmony stands quickly and walks to the corner, untying the top turnbuckle's padding. The ref tries to stop her, but Harmony pushes him away and pulls the turnbuckle pad out of place. She throws the padding to the outside of the ring and walks back over to Kast.

 

DM: This is despicable... Harmony is not the same competitor she used to be.

 

JG: Loosen up you bloody vaginal belch.

 

DM: What? Bomb that’s really crass, even for a slug like you.

 

She brings him to his feet and whips him into the exposed turnbuckle. Kast jumps and springboards from the top rope, backflipping in the air. Harmony realizes quickly what Kast is attempting and lunges forward to get out of the way. Kast lands on his feet to the side of Harmony and Harmony connects with a swift kick to the side of Kast's head, laying Kast out on the canvas. She makes the cover without hesitation. 1... 2.. Kickout by Kast!

 

JG: Nice thinking by Harmony. I must say, I think I caught a glimpse of her coo when she kicked him in the head.

 

DM: Oh, no you did not, you sick pervert!

 

JG: Donnie, we're really gonna have to get that sand out of your vagina...

 

Harmony slaps the mat in frustration and stares up at the ref with anger. She stands and briefly argues with the ref before going back to work on Kast. However, Kast rolls her into a small package. 1... 2.. Kickout by Harmony! Harmony stands up quickly and backs away from Kast to regroup from the way she was caught off guard.

 

DM: Harmony almost got herself beat because she was too busy arguing with the ref!

 

JG: Yeah well, she found a way out of it. It's just so tough for me to decide which of these athletes I like better...

 

DM: Typical...

 

Kast stands and the two competitors are at square one, circling one another around the ring. The two go to tie up in the middle of the ring, but Harmony backs out at the last second, drops down, and rolls out of the ring. The fans in the arena begin to boo as Harmony waves her hands at them and circles the ring to rethink her strategy. Kast smiles and slides out of the ring in pursuit of Harmony. Harmony slides back into the ring and waits as Kast slides in after her. She begins stomping away at him, but then is pulled down across the middle rope after Kast trips her up.

 

JG: Nice work by Kast to interrupt Harmony's thinking process.

 

DM: I'd have to agree with you there, Bomb.

 

Kast stands and immediately throws his leg across the back of Harmony's neck, choking her against the middle rope. The ref makes the five count, then pulls Kast off of her. Kast shoves the ref out of the way in anger and goes back to choking Harmony with his knee. The ref gets up and pulls Kast off of her immediately, putting his finger in Kast's face. Kast slaps the ref's finger aside and points his finger in the ref's face, but before he can finish the statement he's making, he's bent over in pain from a low blow by Harmony.

 

DM: Come on! Are we going to see some wrestling here? Or are we just going to see a bunch of cheap shots!

 

Harmony stands and delivers a picture perfect DDT. She makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout by Kast! She picks Kast up to his feet, but Kast punches her in the stomach, and then whips her into the ropes. Harmony bounces off and soars in the air with a flying cross body. Kast catches her in mid-air and instantly fades backwards, executing a snapping fall away slam. Harmony's body bounces on the canvas and Kast makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout!

 

JG: There! Are you happy? They're wrasslin' now!

 

DM: It's much better than all the shortcuts they take in order to get ahead of each other...

 

Kast pulls Harmony up by her hair and lifts her into a vertical suplex. He walks around the ring, holding her high above his head with one arm as he points at her body and taunts the crowd. Finally, he drops backwards and connects with the stalling vertical suplex.

 

JG: What power!

 

DM: Uhh... he's got about a hundred pounds on Harmony. I would hope he could lift that weight easily.

 

JG: (sighing) Donovan... if you're gonna be a Negative Nancy, then nobody's going to like you...

 

Kast stands and raises his arms above his head with a smirk. He turns and grabs Harmony up again, whipping her into the ropes and hitting a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout! Kast climbs onto the turnbuckle and positions himself to do a moonsault. Harmony quickly makes her way up to her feet, sprints forward and climbs the turnbuckle and Russian Legsweeps Kast from the top rope quicker than Kast could even jump to moonsault her! She makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout!

 

DM: Beautiful counter by Harmony! Wow! As much as I disagree with her actions-

 

JG: There you go with that negative energy... Ladies and gentlemen, if Nancy doesn't want to give credit where it is due, then I will have to let you all know what a good wrestler looks like...

 

DM: You're a pain in the ass, you know that?

 

JG: That's what I get paid for...

 

Harmony jumps onto the top turnbuckle as Kast struggles to get to his feet, leaps off, and hurricanranna's him across the ring. She waits as he stands, then bounces off the ropes and sprints forward. Kast dodges her and grabs her by the hair, throwing her over the top rope and out to the floor. Kast runs against the ropes and somersaults over the top rope and onto the standing Harmony Taylor, knocking her back to the ground. The ref begins to make the ten count. 1...... 2..... 3..... 4.....

 

DM: Daring move by Kast.

 

JG: What happens if they both get counted out?

 

DM: I'm not really sure...

 

At the count of 7, both Kast rolls Harmony into the ring and follows. Kast stands and whips Harmony into the ropes. Harmony bounces off as Kast ducks. She stops, hooks his arms, and nails him with her trademark maneuver: Face the Music!

 

JG: Whoa!

 

DM: That was out of nowhere!

 

She makes the cover. 1... 2....... Kickout just before 3! Harmony can't believe it! She immediately jumps to her feet and gets right in the ref's face, throwing her arms out in disgust for the call. She holds up three fingers to declare she thought the count was definitely a three count. She turns around, picking Kast up to his feet. Kast throws his arms up and rakes Harmony's eyes, then follows up with a snapping suplex. Before Harmony can get up to her feet, Kast bounces off the ropes and nails her with a shining wizard! He makes the cover. 1... 2....... Kickout by Harmony!

 

DM: Whew... these are close calls!

 

JG: No shit!

 

Kast stands but is interrupted by the sound blasting over the PA system of a loud motor revving. Kast looks up at the PPW-Tron to see clips of Colin Zale pinning him for the past few shows. Kast stares out angrily as he watches himself being put through a table by a northern lights driver, being speared from the top of a cell, and finally, the image of Zale holding up both the PPW Paramount and PPW Bloodgames Titles with a smirk on his face. Kast's face is flushed and his anger is obvious.

 

JG: Zale always has to make everything about himself. Instead of butting out of this match he’s got to remind everyone who the Champion is. He’s such a selfish asshole. It’s no wonder no one ever gets a Paramount Title shot around here.

 

DM: That’s idiotic and you know it Bomb ! Zale doesn’t book his own matches and Kast has a lot to say about Zale. I guess this is Zale’s way of saying that he is definitely listening!

 

Before Kast can do anything else, Harmony hits him with a low blow! She spins him around and hooks his arms, this time spinning with him and hitting him with his own finishing move, the Kastastrophy! Kast is on his back! She makes the cover. 1... 2... 3! Harmony Taylor wins the match!

 

DM: Oh my god! Kast was so focused on Colin Zale that he completely forgot about his opponent!

 

JG: And did she ever capitalize on that opening that he gave her! Shane Kast is out like a light!

 

Winner of the match via pinfall: Harmony Taylor!

 

Harmony stands up with a smile as “Do you know my name” blares over the speakers. She stands over the prone body of Shane Kast with a smile on her face before turning to walk out of the ring. As she steps over him she makes sure to step on his face and grind in her boot heel a little bit in the process. The fans respond to this with furious boos, not angry that Shane is getting a taste of his own medicine, but instead expressing their anger with Harmony over her behavior. She holds the Television Title overhead all the way back up the ramp with a smile plastered to her face. As soon as she steps behind the curtain the picture jumps to the back.

 

DM: What’s this about ?

 

JG: How should I know ? Do I look like I’m back there ?

 

DM: Regrettably no. You’re unfortunately out here with me and our PPW broadcasts always suffer for your presence.

 

JG: Don’t make me have Mr. Dinucci sick Sid on you !

 

DM: He can’t lay a hand on me Bomb, it’s in my contract. Now shut up so we can see what’s going on.

 

The image jumps to the office of the PPW Owner, John Dinucci, who’s seated behind his desk with a large smirk on his face. Sid Griffith towards behind him and his face has a sick smirk on it as well. Dr. Close is nowhere to be found. Dinucci looks up over his shoulder at Sid and laughs.

 

JD: Excellent Sid, that was truly excellent. I may not care one way or another about Harmony, but I <i>always</i> enjoy seeing that obnoxious Kast get humiliated.

 

Sid smirks and nods his head silently as Dinucci’s expression changes to a more serious one.

 

JD: I want you to find out what happened to Edsel. I want to know who attacked him, although I think I already know.

 

Sid nods again and starts walking out of the office. As he gets to the door Dinucci stops him.

 

JD: One more thing Sid.

 

Sid’s mouth curls up in an evil smirk of anticipation.

 

JD: Do let everyone know just how displeased I was by that would you ? Make sure you drive the point in really well too…I want to hear their screams from my office.

 

Sid nods his head and his eyes widen with vicious glee as he turns and walks out of the office, closing the door behind him. The view turns back to Dinucci, who’s leaning back in his desk chair with his feet on the desk, his arms folded behind his head and an evil smile on his face.

 

JD: Excellent. Truly excellent.

 

The picture jumps back out to center ring where Donovan is sitting with a look of utter disgust on his face. “The Bomb” has a stupid looking smile of joy on his face.

 

JG: I love it when Mr. Dinucci makes examples out of people.

 

DM: It’s bad enough that we have to deal with seeing Sid and Dinucci on television and hear you constantly speaking about how much you love them. Now Dinucci obviously has no good on his mind with that marching order to Sid. I wouldn’t be surprised to see him stick his nose into the Main Event.

 

Match 7: 1st Round Paramount Title Tournament: Quentin Barnes vs Caleb Hart with special Referee Colin Zale (Winner advances directly to Round 3)

 

JG: So after an upset victory by Harmony Taylor over Shane Kast, we're moving on to the main event, bay-bay!

 

DM: Did you hear a single thing that I said before that Bomb ?  Probably not, you’re often in your own little world. At any rate I would hardly call that match ending an upset. Kast has been an arrogant prick for a long time now, he had it coming. It's just a shame that it came from a young lady with such a bad attitude...

 

JG: You're just jealous...

 

DM: Jealous of what?

 

JG: Uhhh....

 

DM: Exactly. You're such a moron, Bomb...

 

"Of Wolf and Man" hits and the arena explodes with rapturous applause. On either side of the rampway, pyro explodes as Quentin Barnes makes his way onto the entrance ramp. He stops atop the ramp and raises one hand into the air before striding to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and stands upright. He walks to each side of the ring, raising one arm each time and getting a loud ovation from the fans. His music fades slowly and he waits for his opponent.

 

DM: And Quentin Barnes is loved by these fans. I'll tell you what, he's one of classiest guys on the PPW Roster.

 

JG: You got some brown stuff on your nose there, Donovan.

 

DM: Shut up, Bomb.

 

The lights dim to darkness as the haunting into to "Blow Me Away" plays. Caleb Hart steps out onto the entrance ramp as the fans cheer for him. The lights begin to strobe as Hart turns and then makes his way down to the ring. He stops a few times, letting girls kiss him on the cheek with a grin on his face. Finally, he steps into the ring and maintains his focus on his opponent.

 

DM: Am I ever looking forward to a match like this….it’s two respectable athletes wrestling each other out of respect.

 

JG: Booooooring.

 

Grande is interrupted abruptly by the thunderous guitar riffs of "Here Comes the Pain." Colin Zale is received with a roar of cheering fans as he steps onto the stage with the PPW Bloodgames Title around one shoulder, and the PPW Paramount Title around the other. He raises his arms in pride and makes his way down to the ring. He sets his titles on the timekeeper's table and slides into the ring, ready to call the match.

 

JG: Three people the fans love in one ring... disgusting.

 

Zale calls for the bell and Hart and Barnes circle the ring. Caleb extends a hand in the middle of the ring and Barnes shakes it briefly before circling him again. The two loosen their fingers up and then tie up. Barnes grabs Hart's arm and wrenches it. Hart tries to fight out of it, but Barnes applies more pressure, bending Hart over and then slams a large forearm into Hart's shoulder. Caleb hits the ground and Barnes begins to stomp on the same shoulder of Hart, putting Hart facedown into the mat.

 

DM: Some really intense stomps on Hart's shoulder there from Quentin Barnes.

 

JG: Boooring...

 

Barnes pulls Caleb Hart to his feet and arm wrenches him again, this time throwing his elbow down across Hart's shoulder blade,. Hart falls to the ground and Barnes immediately applies an armbar. Caleb kicks at the ground in pain, but manages to grab the bottom rope. Zale steps over and asks Barnes to let go of the hold. Barnes lets go with a clean break, and backs away, allowing Caleb Hart to stand up.

 

DM: Excellent sportsmanship by Quentin Barnes...

 

JG: No, he's just afraid that freak Colin Zale will bust a plate of glass over his head if he doesn't let go...

 

DM: Oh, I'm so sure that's exactly why...

 

Hart stands and the two go to tie up again, but Hart sticks a knee up and hits a kitchen sink on Barnes. Barnes stands. Clothesline from Hart. Hart bounces off the ropes, ducks a clothesline and stops, grabbing Barnes from behind and nailing him with a Russian Leg sweep. He holds onto Quentin's arm and rolls backwards, applying a modified crossface on Barnes.

 

DM: Nice fluid wrestling by Caleb Hart...

 

JG: Fluid?

 

Barnes finally gets to the ropes and Zale tells Caleb to release the hold, which he does cleanly. Barnes stands and Hart wastes no time, grabbing him by the arm and whipping him into the ropes. Quentin bounces off, ducks a clothesline, turns and nails Caleb Hart with an inverted neckbreaker. He makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout!

 

DM: Surprising maneuver by Barnes there, I don't think Caleb Hart was expecting such an explosive move!

 

Quentin applies a triangle chokehold, hoping to weaken Hart even more. Zale forces Quentin to break the chokehold and Barnes stands, waiting for Caleb to stand, as well. As Caleb starts to get to his feet, Quentin puts Hart's head between his legs, lifts him up, and snap powerbombs him back to the mat. He makes the cover. 1... 2... Kickout by Hart!

 

JG: This match is boring. Caleb Hart and Quentin Barnes are some of the most boring individuals on PPW's roster.

 

DM: Why? Because they have morals?

 

JG: I'm not even talking about their happiness; I'm talking about their ability to entertain...

 

Quentin picks Hart up by his hair, lifts him over his shoulder and lands a shoulder breaker, weakening Hart's shoulder even more.

 

DM: Quentin Barnes has really been focused on that shoulder this entire match. It's only a matter of time before the pain becomes too much for Caleb Hart!

 

Barnes pulls Hart's arm up and spins his leg around it, then knee drops the same shoulder. He picks Caleb Hart up and whips him into the ropes. When Hart bounces off, he is welcomed back with a huge powerslam. Barnes hooks the leg as Zale makes the count. 1... 2... Kickout from Caleb Hart!

 

JG: Hehe. Looks like Barnes is getting a bit frustrated there.

 

Barnes shows frustration as he stands to his feet, a look of irritation on his face. He pulls Caleb Hart up, and Hart rolls Barnes into a small package. 1... 2 Quick kickout from Quentin Barnes! Barnes stands up quickly, only to be hit with a lariat from Caleb Hart. Quentin stands up again, only to be hit with an impressive dropkick by Caleb Hart.

 

DM: I wouldn't count Caleb Hart out yet, Bomb...

 

Barnes stands again, sprints forward, and Caleb Hart thinks quickly, lifting Barnes up into the Hart Breaker. In the middle of the move, however, Quentin positions himself and DDT's Caleb Hart into the mat. He stands quickly and waits for his opponent.

 

JG: Wow... nice counter, I guess, by Quentin Barnes.

 

DM: You're damn right it was!

 

Caleb Hart starts to stand, but is lifted onto Quentin's back into torture rack position.

 

DM: Uh oh.

 

JG: This could be it!

 

Quentin wastes no time and spins Caleb Hart into the Highland Entry. He makes the cover and Zale comes down with the count. 1... 2... 3!

 

DM: Quentin Barnes wins! He was just the better wrestler tonight! What an excellent display of skill Barnes showed us tonight!

 

JG: You've got some brown stuff right--

 

DM: Shut up, Bomb.

 

Winner of the match via pinfall: Quentin Barnes!

 

Barnes stands up as Zale walks over to him. For a moment Barnes looks at him in a sort of concerned manner, a way that displayed a feeling of insecurity over not being able to predict how his friend would react. Zale stands for a second and does nothing, he just looks at Barnes impassively. This situation stays that way for at least a good ten seconds before Zale holds out a hand to Barnes. Barnes stares at it for a second before a smile spreads across his face and he accepts it. The two men shake hands like old friends do and Zale raises Barnes hand in victory. Behind them Hart starts to get to his feet, his face displaying his disappointment over losing the match and being eliminated from the tournament. Zale and Barnes both see this and they both turn to Hart and offer him their hands. He looks at them suspiciously for a moment, his chest raising and falling with his hard breathing. After a few silent moments he shakes the hands of both men and they all turn to face the crowd, with Zale raising both men’s hands to a massive cheer from the fans.

 

DM: Look at that ! That’s what this is all about ! No matter what Dinucci does he can’t kill the sportsmanship of the true stars of this company.

 

JG: I’m gonna be sick.

 

DM: Shut up Grande. It’s disgusting that you lack the intelligence and the class to appreciate a moment like this one.

 

Zale finally drops the hands of the two men and pats Hart on the back, congratulating him on fighting a hard match. Barnes and Hart shake hands and Metallica’s “Of Wolf and Man” begins to play over the PA system. Barnes turns and walks to the ropes, stepping over them before walking up the ramp to a massive pop and disappearing backstage. Hart looks at Zale again and the two men speak for a few moments before Zale turns around and rolls out of the ring, backing up the ramp with his hands and the Singapore Cane overhead as “Here Comes the Pain” blasts in the background. As he backs up the ramp Caleb stands in the ring looking at him and shakes his head one more time before lifting up his hands and clapping as he walks up the ramp.

 

DM: This is a great end to Mutilation. I wish they all ended like this.

 

JG: Don’t get your “feel good, happy ending” hopes up yet.

 

DM: What ? What the hell…

 

JG: Just wait. It should be happening right about…

 

Zale drops to the floor as the ring of a steel chair hitting skull rings through the arena. Sid stands over him with a smile on his face and raises his arms, the chair in his left hand. The fans begin to boo insanely, showering the giant with trash. Zale starts to stir at his feet, his hand reflexively reaching for the Cane. Sid noticed it and raises the chair, intent on bringing it down on Zale’s head and crushing it between the chair and the floor.

 

DM: Damn that Dinucci ! Damn Sid and damn you Bomb ! This is disgusting !

 

Sid begins to bring the chair down when something comes in from the side in a blur and smacks into the chair, driving it back into the face of Sid Griffith. The chair slams into his face and knocks him backwards, but doesn’t take him off of his feet. The camera pulls back to see who attacked the Giant.

 

DM: It’s Caleb Hart ! Caleb Hart just used Zale’s cane on Sid !

 

JG: What the hell is he doing ? He doesn’t like Zale !

 

DM: Maybe not, but he does respect him and he detests Sid !

 

Caleb raises the cane and swings it again, smacking Sid square in the face with it. The cane shot knocks Sid back a couple of steps onto the ramp, but doesn’t take him off of his feet. Caleb stalks the monster and watches him stagger up the ramp. Zale gets to his feet behind them with an angry look on his face and begins to follow them. Caleb gets to the top of the ramp and hits Sid in the face with the cane again, driving him up onto the stage. Caleb relentlessly stalks Sid, hitting him with the cane every time he seems to be getting his bearings back. Zale follows them up onto the stage and stands back, watching with a smile as Caleb systematically takes Sid apart one cane shot at a time.

 

DM: Look at Hart beat Sid senseless ! Sid hasn’t gotten one offensive move in on him !

 

Hart hits Sid over and over again until the blood is running down Sid’s face. Zale walks up behind them and stands silently with his arms folded across his chest and a smile on his face. Hart whacks Sid with the Cane until it’s a splintered mess and then tosses it back to Zale with a smile. Zale catches it easily in mid air and leaps forward, smashing it directly into Sid’s bloody forehead with a resounding crack. The shot causes Sid to stagger to the edge of the stage and wobble back and forth but he doesn’t fall off the stage. Zale stands back and puts his hands out, pointing them at Hart and then turns them upward and gives the “thumbs up” to him. Hart looks at him with a bewildered look for a moment before a nasty grin slowly spreads across his face.

 

JG: What the hell are they doing ? They’re plotting against Sid ! He didn’t do anything to deserve this !

 

DM: No ! With what he’s done he deserves a lot worse ! This is nothing compared to what that bastard has coming !

 

Hart looks at Sid for a moment and then leaps forward and drives the ball of his foot straight into the chin of Griffith with an ear splitting “crack !”. The kick lands with such force that it throws Sid backwards off of the stage and sends him plummeting to the floor. He crashes through a table, utterly demolishing it and slams into the floor with a sickening “splat”. Caleb watches him go and raises his hands above his head when Sid lands. Zale nods his head and smiles at Caleb before heading backstage. Caleb stands and leans over the stage glaring at Sid as “Blow Me Away” blasts through the arena and the fans cheer wildly for the popular superstar. The show goes off the air to a shot of Caleb Hart’s smiling face staring down at the monster of PPW as he lays in a heap at the base of the stage.

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