PPW Battle For Supremacy Results
Wednesday, February 25th, 2004
LIVE from Madison Square Garden, New York City, New York

The scene fades in showing nothing but darkness, there is an eerie silence before you hear someone clear their throat and begin to speak with a picture perfect reading voice:

The wintry winds had already begun to whistle and the waves to rise when the Drake and his mate gathered their half- grown brood together on the shore of their far northern lake. "Wife," said he, "it is now time to take the children southward, to
the Warm Countries which they have never yet seen!"

Very early the next morning they et out on their long journey, forming a great "V" against the sky in their flight. The mother led
her flock and the father brought up the rear, keeping a sharp lookout for stragglers.

All day they flew high in the keen air, over wide prairies and great forests of northern pine, until toward evening they saw below them a chain of lakes, glittering like a string of dark-blue stones.

Swinging round in a half circle, they dropped lower and lower, ready to alight and rest upon the smooth surface of the nearest lake.

Suddenly their leader heard a whizzing sound like that of a bullet as it cuts the air, and she quickly gave the waming: "Honk! honk! Danger, danger!" All descended in dizzy spirals, but as the great Falcon swooped toward them with upraised wing, the ducklings scattered wildly hither and thither. The old Drake came last, and it was he who was struck!

"Honk, honk!" cried all the Ducks in terror, and for a minute the air was full of soft downy feathers like flakes of snow. But the
force of the blow was lost upon the well-cushioned body of the Drake, he soon got over his fright and went on his way southward
with his family, while the Falcon dropped heavily to the water's edge with a broken wing.

There he stayed and hunted mice as best he could from day to day, sleeping at night in a hollow log to be out of the way of the Fox and the Weasel. All the wit he had was not too much whereby to keep himself alive through the long, hard winter.

Toward spring, however, the Falcon's wing had healed and he could fly a little, though feebly. The sun rose higher and higher inthe blue heavens, and the Ducks began to return to their cool northern home. Every day a flock or two flew over the lake; but theFalcon dared not charge upon the flocks, much as he wished to do so. He was weak with hunger, and afraid to trust to the strength of the broken wing.

One fine day a chattering flock of Mallards alighted quite near him, cooling their glossy breasts upon the gently rippling wave.

"Here, children," boasted an old Drake, "is the very spot where your father was charged upon last autumn by a cruel Falcon! I can tell you that it took all my skill and quickness in dodging to save my life. Best of all, our fierce enemy dropped to the ground with a broken wing! Doubtless he is long since dead of starvation, or else a Fox or a Mink has made a meal of the wicked creature! "

By these words the Falcon knew his old enemy, and his courage returned.

"Nevertheless, I am still here!" he exclaimed, and darted like a flash upon the unsuspecting old Drake, who was resting and telling
of his exploit and narrow escape with the greatest pride and satisfaction.

"Honk! honk! " screamed all the Ducks, and they scattered and whirled upward like the dead leaves in autumn; but the Falcon with
sure aim selected the old Drake and gave swift chase. Round and round in dizzy spirals they swung together, till with a quick spurt
the Falcon struck the shining, outstretched neck of the other, and snapped it with one powerful blow of his reunited wing.

The Story is finished and the voice silences again, before the screen brightens up and show Tre Crawford sitting confidently
reading from a fairy tale book. Once the fans recognize his smiling face the asshole chants and the booing begin. Tre clears his
throat again and pulls the camera closer to his face.

Tre: Say what you will people, say what you will! The fact of the matter is that you people think I was running scared from Kris last week, well you couldn't be more wrong! I have been wounded for weeks now, I wasn’t about to let a pointless match be what furthered injured me and cost me my title! You call it running scared, I call it strategic movements. Now you will see just how scared I am of Kris now that I am healed up and ready to attack!

"Superstar" by Saliva hits the PPW sound system, fireworks explode all around the arena...PPW Battle For Supremacy is here!!!

DM: Hello everyone, I'm Donovan Michaels...

JG: And I'm Jim "The Bomb" Grande, baby!!!

DM: And we're live and exclusive here at Madison Square Garden, NYC, for the BIGGEST PPW event of the year so far, the Pay-Per-View, Battle For Supremacy!

JG: Yeah and a lot of excitin' matches for you folks here tonight...we see EVERY belt decided her tonight, but first up, it's Sledgehammer vs. White Dragon for the rights to be No. 1 contender for the PPW Bloodgames title!

DM: How are you this week Jim, after suffering that attack from James Spyder last week?

JG: I'm ok, Don, a bit concussed, but it'll take more than a wannabe like James Spyder to keep "The Bomb" down!

DM: Ok, and just before we go over to the ring for the opening match though "Bomb", I wanna cut to earlier tonight, and an incident between Verafai Omega and Liana...let's take a look...

Scene opens backstage as Verafai Omega appears at the coke machine placing
his money in the slot. From the frontside Dylan suddenly emerges and walks straight up to Verafai, who upon seeing her simply smirks.

D: It takes a real big man to blindside a couple of helpless females you know, I bet you felt real proud of yourself.

Omega stares right at Dylan who stands her ground.

VO: I realize the concept of what I’m trying to achieve seems foreign to you Dylan, but perhaps if you weren’t blinded by your bias you might be able to see things from my perspective.

D: Meaning?

VO: You’re Liana’s sister, so of course you’re all for what she represents, Christ, it’s sickening to watch how influential Liana is over you.

D: What the hell are you talking about, I’m my own person. I do what I want to do.

VO: Is that why you follow her around like a stray puppy?

From behind Verafai emerges Liana, upon seeing Dylan standing face to face with Verafai Liana stops in her tracks.

L: Get away from her now Omega, I mean it!

Verafai turns to face Liana as Liana suddenly lunges forward with a
superkick, however Verafai dodges the move as Liana’s foot crashes straight into the skull of Dylan!

L: Oh shit!

Liana bends over her fallen sister and calls for emt’s, meanwhile Omega merely smiles and exits the scene.

DM: I can’t believe what I’ve just seen.

JG: I know, Liana just deliberately kicked her own sister in the head.

DM: What are you talking about, that was an accident and you know it.

SCENE CUTS BACK TO THE RING

OPENING MATCH
OPEN CHALLENGE
Zak Hackett vs. "The Voice"

"Phenomenon" by Limp Bizkit starts up a bit through the song as Zak Hackett walks out from underneath the ramp with Mike Ston in tow. He runs down in between the ramp and the fans, giving high fives on the way, and slides into the ring. He circles around the ring, pointing to a certain few and giving shout-outs.

DM: It’s about time for us to find out who exactly, the Voice really is!

I Stand Alone by Godsmack hits! The crowd are confused after the earlier interview as Sean Evan’s comes out to flashing Blue and Red lights. Zak Hackett looks on in amazement! Sean Evan’s walks slowly to the ring!

DM: I’m shocked Bomb!

JG: Me too!

Sean rolls into the ring and both run straight at each other, Zak Hackett takes down Sean Evans with a football tackle and starts punching away at the forehead of Sean Evans. Hackett gets to his feet and jumps up onto the second turnbuckle posing for his fans.

DM: Zak Hackett is showing his power straight from the go here.

As Hackett is posing to the crowd Sean Evans gets up and pulls Hackett of the turnbuckle, into a schoolboy pin. 1.…Hackett powerfully kicks out.

DM: This match is far from over.

Sean Evans slides out of the ring and looks around under the ring. We see a sick smile come across his face and he holds a baseball bat above his head and gives it a practice twirl, but immediately gets it with a baseball slide as Hackett comes powering out of the ring his size 10 boots hitting Sean Evans square on in the jaw.

JG: Looks like we get to see the first glimpses of blood in this match.

Sean Evans falls to the floor holding his hands to his head, he pulls his hands away and sees the first drops of blood. He smiles, gets to his knees, and hit’s a low blow on Hackett, who falls to his knees.

JG: Woo, that’s going to hurt in the morning.

Sean Evans jumps up to his feet , and climbs up onto the security railing, he runs along and jumps off smashing a missile dropkick to the midsection of Hackett who falls from his knees, face first onto the floor.

DM: Sean Evans is taking authority, in this match.

Sean Evans picks up Hackett by the hair and rolls him into the ring, he quickly follows him in and starts putting the boots into Zak Hacketts midsection. He stands back and watches as Hackett tries to get to his feet. Sean Evans quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for, Hackett as he staggers to his feet Sean Evans then flies off the turnbuckle hitting a twisting body attack.

JG: That was impressive from the newcomer.

Sean Evans covers up for the pin 1.…….2.…..kick out at he last second by Zak Hackett.

DM: Now this guy has a lot of guts.

Hackett gets to his feet as Sean nails some right hands. Hackett comes back with 2 right hands of his own! They keep slugging away as the referee tries to come between them! They both push him away!

DM: That’s just stupid, you can’t put your hands on a ref!

They continue to punch as the referee tries to get between them again. He is again pushed out of the way! This time he calls for the bell!

NO WINNER THROUGH DOUBLE DQ!

They continue to fight as officials flood the ring! They drag the 2 men apart! Evan’s breaks away and runs at Hackett taking him down nailing rights and lefts again! The officials pull them apart again as Johnny Dinucci walks out onto the ramp!

JD: HOLD ON A SECOND! HOLD ON! I DON’T LIKE HOW THIS MATCH ENDED!

DM: What’s he going to do!

Angry looking Hackett and Evan’s strain to get away!

JD: That’s why, next week on Mutilation, you 2 will fight 1 on 1 for the No. 1 contendership for the All State Title! Now get out of my ring!

We fade out to a commercial for Pele’s Erection Problem Solver… PORN!

The arena goes dark, we hear a few screams from the more excitable members of the crowd, then the titantron flashes 3-2-1.
Red and Silver pyros light up the arena, and we see Sledgehammer with his back to the ring in a crucifix pose, he spins around as more pyros go off. Sledgehammer struts down the ramp, slapping a few of the fans
hands, then as he gets about half way downthe ramp and runs the rest of the way, and slides into the ring.

The Lights go off as the opening music starts. Smoke rolls in as blue light move around. White dragon comes to the ring wearing
a black priestly robe with a white scarf with black cross's on it around his neck. He walks down to the ring with his arms out to his side and his head down. gets to the ring and slides in on his stomach, gets up
and spins around. Takes off the hood and climbs the turnbuckle.

With White Dragon still parading on the turnbuckle Sledgehammer takes advantage of his back being turned running in and jabbing him in the back with a closed fist several times.

DM: Sledgehammer taking full advantage of White Dragons naivety there!

JG: You mean he cheated?

DM: He was quick off the mark, its hardly cheating

JG: The bell hasn’t gone yet!

DM: oh yeah

The referee splits them up and makes them go to opposite ends of the ring before having the ring officials sound the bell.

The bell rings and Sledgehammer goes in steaming, White Dragon ducks his attempt at a clothesline and kicks him into the ropes he rebounds and staggers back a step or two with little speed, White Dragon grips him and lifts him above his head though and body slams him into the mat!

DM: White Dragons already gotten the upper hand!

JG: Yeah, but will it last? I hear he cant last in the bedroom, maybe it’s the same in the ring

DM: what are you talking about? Where did you hear that?

JG: oh, I made it up, I’m trying to see if I can get it on the rumours part of the show next week.

DM: I don’t think their looking for those kinds of rumours…

While DM & JG bicker White Dragon begins climbing the turnbuckle in the corner, he looks out at the crowd, and back again at his opponent. He leaps into the air and tries for a moonsault!

DM: Daring move so early on in the bout!

Sledgehammer quickly rolls and evades the move all apart from his arm which is caught under White Dragons large frame. White Dragon lies on top of Sledgehammers arm for a moment and Sledgehammer attempts to free it but struggles, after a second the Dragon rolls over in pain and Sledgehammer is free to nurse his arm.

DM: That looks very swollen…

JG: Of course it is! A hundred and eighty pounds of flesh and bone just focused entirely on that single body part!

The referee bends over to look at the arm but sledgehammer ushers him away showing a will to carry on.

DM: Sledgehammer is really nursing that left arm, and White Dragons still on the canvas.

JG: I think its broken

DM: Don’t be ridiculous, if it was broken it would be swollen ridiculously!

As Sledgehammer stands he lets his arms hang freely at the side and as he does so he winces in pain, the full extent of the injury is shown as the arm is seen to be swollen to almost twice its normal size.

JG: Like that Donny?

DM: Shut up… Jim, shut up

JG: But look Donny, its swollen up, so it could be broken, wouldn’t that make you…

DM: Okay Jim im wrong, I admit, it could be broken.

JG: I was going to say it could make you really sick if he starts poking it.

Sledgehammer slightly woozy from the bodily chemicals in his body going mad, uses his good arm to clutch to the ropes. White Dragon, gets up to the other side of the ring, and looks over at Sledgehammer. Sledgehammer is still preoccupied with his arm.

JG: Awww he’s poking it! Make him stop! I cant look!

White Dragon staggers over and goes to punch him, Sledgehammer instinctively goes to block it with his left arm he parries away the blow but doubles over in pain!

DM: Sledgehammers clearly at a huge disadvantage now!

The referee again goes to check on Sledgehammer but is again waved away, White Dragon who moved aside at the referees insistence now comes in fists flying. He hits Sledgehammer twice before Sledgehammer retreats to the outside of the ring. White Dragon waits inside and parades for the crowd to large cheers, meanwhile Sledgehammer staggers around outside holding his forearm.

DM: Sledgehammer knows hes outmatched with that suspect arm, he cant risk getting back into the ring, and White Dragons happy for him to be counted out!

The referee continues to count and White Dragon continues to play to the people. Sledgehammer goes to get back into the ring when the count gets to seven but struggles and fails with his broken arm!

DM: Sledgehammers been counted out! The match is over! White Dragons won!

WINNER BY COUNT-OUT - WHITE DRAGON!

The bell rings and White Dragon stops parading, he looks down at Sledgehammer and grins. He rolls out of the ring and runs at the stricken star.

DM: The match is over and now the funs startin!

Sledgehammer fends him off with a few kicks to the shins and gives him a backhand slap across the face.

The bell goes again as the crowd cheer on the fight but the referee waves his arms for help to break it up.

Sledgehammer hits a DDT on White Dragon while hes bent over, but he clips his arm on the way down and the twinges of pain force him to lose his grip, White Dragon bounces straight up and kicks him in the gut before kicking him again in the arm. He then kicks him again in the shoulder driving him to the ground.

JG: Does nobody listen to the bell anymore?! This is sick!

DM: I know, its disgusting, so much fight now the fights over!

JG: NO! ITS SICK THAT THEY KEEP TOUCHING HIS ARM!

White Dragon rolls back into the ring and starts to parade for the crowd again. Then he starts to climb the turnbuckle, he looks down at Sledgehammer whose rolling around on the ground clutching his arm. And he continues to climb, he reaches the top turnbuckle and looks down, he turns around and lifts his arms for the other side of the crowd. They cheer in unison just as The White Dragon utilises his finisher move the MourningStar Splash!

This time he gets full contact and he makes sure he grinds his knee into Sledgehammers side before getting up and walking up the ramp. As he walks medics rush in to asses the condition of Sledgehammer who has not moved since being hit by that perfectly executed MourningStar Splash.

DM: SledgeHammers pay per view night looks to be over this time!

JG: This could be the start of a beautiful relationship between those two.

DM: If its like this everytime then I can’t really complain.

JG: Long as nobody touches their broken swollen limbs!

DM: What is your problem with that?

JG: I haven’t got a problem, its just, its wrong… okay? Its wrong!

The medics have already begun lifting Sledgehammer onto their stretcher before another two men come down to help them lift him out of the arena. He stirs slightly but remains out cold while he is carried out of the main arena.

Scene opens backstage, just outside the ring area curtain as Verafai Omega appears to be heading for the ring, Gina Williams, PPW’s resident backstage personality steps in front of Verafai with a microphone in hand.

GW: Verafai, with just moments to go before you and Eric Gunner compete for the Bloodgames Title, whats running through your mind?

VO: Not a whole lot to tell you the truth, I’m focused one hundred percent on annihilating Eric Gunner and claiming what’s
rightfully mine. I don’t expect this match to be over in a matter of minutes and I’ve set my agenda on the long haul. This won’t be a pretty affair I can guarantee you that.

GW: No doubt, now why the choice in stipulation?

VO: Well as far as I can tell it’s never been done before, sure, we may have seen your stock standard tlc match on quite a few occasions, but in this instance the tables become an important factor in deciding the outcome, and as far as I’m aware this is PPW’s equivalent to a stipulation title, why not milk the potential for all it’s worth.

GW: Well good luck in your match tonight Verafai.

Verafai heads toward the ring.

MATCH 3
PPW BLOODGAMES CHAMPIONSHIP
TLC MATCH
Verafai Omega vs. Eric Gunner


DM: It is time for us to crown the first ever Pure Pain Wrestling Bloodgames Champion! Verafai Omega and Eric Gunner going one on one in a TLC match!

JG: Tender Loving Care?

DM: No…

JG: Terrifying Large Coconuts?

DM: No…

JG: Tomatoes Lettuce and Cheese?

DM: No…

JG: The Loosest Cu-

Ring handlers come out and start placing tables, one on each side of the ring, and one propped up against a corner in the ring. They scatter chairs at every outside corner of the ring, and one on the mat between each turnbuckle so there are four chairs in the ring as well. They then set up a ladder at the end of the ramp, a ladder by the announce table, and a ladder in the middle of the ring. The crowd cheers as the title belt is lowered to 25 feet above the ring…The Camera pans over head for a birds eye view…

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DM: NO!!! Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match! God I hate you…

JG: Hate as in love?

DM: No, hate as in I’m dialing Kris’ cell phone number right now…

JG: TABLES LADDERS AND CHAIRS YOU SAY? What a match this will be!!! Yeah…

The guitar riff starts out quietly and flames appear on the big screen. The drums kick in and the flames rise and pyrotechnics hits out in shots of three; red white and royal blue. Then Eric Gunner walks out to the top of the ramp and lifts hit arm in the air, as he lowers his arm two fireworks falls from the arena roof and onto each side of the ramp. Thy hit as Gunners fist falls to his side and he begins his walk to the ring. He climbs in and awaits the fight’s beginning.

DM: Eric Gunner is looking pumped and ready for this match!

JG: He’s going to have his hands full with Omega…the man has been on a vicious streak lately…

DM: Yeah…he took out two girls with crutches…and cost Liana a match…real vicious…

JG: I didn’t say it was a hard fought for vicious streak…I just said it was vicious…

DM: Indeed…

JG: Say Don…did you notice anything different about those ladders?

DM: You mean the fact that they are freaking huge?

JG: Huge…hehehe…you know what else is huge?

DM: Your medical bill once Kris gets done with you?

JG: OH LOOKIE, HERE COMES OMEGA!!

'Can't Keep' by Pearl Jam splits the airwaves as Verafai Omega, decked in full wrestling attire with patented black and gold mask firmly applied, heads toward the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, he gets greeted by a leg drop to the back of his head to start the match.

The bell rings, and Gunner stands back up and leg drops the back of Omega’s head again. He picks Omega up and goes to toss him into one of the tables propped up in the corner. Omega puts the breaks on and turns around to be slapped by Gunner. Omega slaps Gunner back…

DM: Both men trying to get underneath each other’s skin…

JG: Both men succeeding…

Omega and Gunner lock up in a traditional collar and elbow tie up. Gunner locks on a side headlock on Omega, using his height advantage to grind into Omega…Omega pushes him off and toward the ropes, where Gunner rolls, scoops up the chair in the path, rises back up and bounces off the ropes with a tremendous leap, slamming the chair into the top of Omega’s head!

DM: Incredible agility by the big man!!

Gunner picks Omega back up and places him into a power bomb position…He lifts Omega up, only to have Omega flip over and turn around in midair, locking on a bulldog on his way down and forcing Gunner face first into the steel chair. Omega bounces back up to his feet, and bounces off the ropes, dropping an elbow into the back of Gunner’s head, forcing his face farther into the unforgiving steel…

DM: Great move...

Omega picks Gunner up, and tosses him into the ropes. Gunner bounces back and gets dropped neck first onto the bottom rung of the ladder in the middle of the ring by a drop toe hold. Gunner clutches his throat, as Omega taunts the fans…

DM: Gunner could have screwed up his wind pipe there…

JG: Not a smooth move by Omega…he needs to continue the offense…he can’t let the big man get back to his feet…

The fans boo Omega…and he turns around and grabs the back of Gunner’s tights, dragging him to his feet…he then wraps his arms around his waist and German Release Suplexes him…

DM: OVER THE TOP ROPE AND THROUGH A TABLE!! OH MY GOD GUNNER COULD BE DEAD!!

JG: VICIOUS!!

Omega stands on the bottom rope and taunts the fallen Gunner, then the fans…a chorus of boo’s greets him…He shrugs and then goes to the other side of the ring and starts to climb up the huge ass ladder. He gets about half way up when he notices that

DM: GUNNER JUST SAT UP!!

JG: No way!

DM: Way!

JG: Thanks Bill…

DM: No problem Ted…

JG: I want to be Bill…he becomes Neo you know…

DM: Shut up! The thing that matters is that, after going from the ring to the outside through a table, Gunner is up!

Gunner has indeed sat up…and starts to rise to his feet. Omega is frozen on the ladder…in total shock that the suplex didn’t knock Gunner out of the match. Gunner grabs a steel chair from one of the outside corners…then goes and grabs another steel chair from the adjacent outside corner. He then slides back into the ring with a chair in each arm…Omega regains his senses too late, as Gunner just starts wailing at him by flailing the chairs into his back…Omega cries out in pain, much to the delight of the fans…

DM: The fans are loving this…after what Omega did to Paige and Dylan…

JG: He potentially hurt three of the four females in the fed…I hate the man…

DM: Then why were you praising him back stage?

JG: Don’t look at me…I’m a monster!

As JG wallows in his self sucktitude… Gunners wailing with the chairs has caused Omega to fall back down to the mat…Gunner tosses the chairs that he had, plus the one he had ‘kissed’ earlier, out to the crowd…unintentionally knocking out a balding elderly man...Eric winces, then shrugs and grabs Omega by the head and hauls him to his feet…He then tosses him hard through one of the tables laying against the corner...the crowd gasps at the sickening thud as the table cracks and wraps around Omega.

DM: Business is picking up…Gunner’s mean streak is starting to show…for those of you keeping score at home…we’re down to 3 chairs, 3 tables, and one ladder inside the ring, and 2 chairs, 3 tables, and 2 ladders outside of the ring…

JG: Why the hell are you taking inventory? Just watch as Gunner and Omega tear each other apart!

Omega slowly climbs out of the wreckage, only to be kicked in the stomach and placed between Gunners knees…

DM: If at first you don’t succeed…

Gunner lifts Omega up in a power bomb attempt, only to be forced back down into the one of the chairs by an x-factor face crusher!

JG: Stop trying!!

Omega and Gunner lay on the mat…Gunner ‘kissing’ yet another chair while Omega’s chest rises and falls quickly as he gasps for air. After about half a minute…Gunner pushes the chair out from underneath him and out of the ring…Omega rolls over and uses the ropes to haul himself up…He kicks Gunner as he too tries to get to his feet and gives him his turn through one of the tables in the corner. Gunner slams through the table, causing splinters to fly everywhere…he stumbles out of the carnage to get scooped up by Omega with a tremendous display of power and slammed neck and back first into another one of the steel chairs!

DM: MICHINOKU DRIVER!!

JG: If this match was decided by pin fall only, this match would so be over…

DM: Thank you Captain Obvious…

JG: I prefer Admiral Apparent…

Gunner writhes in pain, clutching at his back as Omega crawls over to the middle of the ring and starts dragging himself up the ladder. Gunner crawls over and grabs his foot, pulling himself up and dragging Omega down in the same movement. Omega turns around quickly, only to get Gunners arms wrapped around him in a bear hug and then tossed up and over in a

JG: OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX THROUGH A TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!

DM: THESE TWO MEN ARE GOING TO DESTROY THEMSELVES!!

Omega takes his turn landing through a table on the outside…The crowd gasps…

DM: Gunner has the opportunity to become the champ if he can just pull himself up the ladder…

JG: What’s he doing now?

Gunner slides out of the ring and grabs one of the tables and places it unfolded on top of the announce table…he then grabs the other remaining table on the outside and, with some difficultly, climbs up the ladder next to the announce table and places it on top of the previously placed table…He then goes and grabs the two remaining chairs, unfolds them, and places them on top of the announce table but underneath the other two tables…

DM: A table on top of a table on top of two unfolded chairs, on top of another table…this does not look good for Omega…

JG: You know what is even worse then what Gunner’s going to do to Omega?

DM: What?

JG: That third table is OUR TABLE!!

Gunner goes over and nails the slowly recovering Omega with a kick to the face…then goes and grabs the ladder by the entrance way and drags it over to face the ladder near the announce table… he picks up Omega…and pushes him toward one of the ladders…Omega, not knowing where he is, but remembering that he has to climb some type of ladder to win the match, starts climbing up. Gunner gives a maniacal grin…then starts climbing up the other ladder…After what seems like forever…the two men reach the top of the ladders, and start exchanging lefts and rights…the ladders teeter a bit…

DM: OH MY…THIS DOES NOT LOOK GOOD…

JG: Um..excuse me why I go and join the people that are safe beyond the security barrier…

DM: That might not be such a bad idea…

Donovan and Jim both back away from the announce table. Omega punches Gunner savagely in the throat, then hooks him in an attempt for a vertical suplex…Gunner tries to fight it…and pokes Omega in the eye to get out of it. He then, very slowly and cautiously…stands on top of ladder…and pulls Omega up…he places Omega’s head between his legs…

JG: Not another power bomb attempt!!

DM: Maybe third times the charm?

Gunner lifts Omega up, and slams him down with a vicious power bomb through the table, table, steel chairs, and again table!!!

DM: OH MY GOD!! OMEGA HAS BEEN BROKEN IN HALF!!

JG: HE’S BEEN BUSTED OPEN DON! He’s bleeding from the back of his head!!

DM: SO HAS GUNNER!!

Both men lay in a heap, splinters, steel, papers from the table, glass from the monitors, and blood…lots of blood. To make matters worse, the ladders topple over and land on top of them. The audience screams…

Audience: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!!

DM: That move took as much if not more out of Gunner as it did out of Omega…

JG: I’ve never seen anything like that in my life!

Paramedics come out to check on the men…the crowd boos as both men are loaded up on stretchers and pushed up the entrance way…

Referee: THIS MATCH HAS ENDED IN A NO CONTEST…

The crowd boos…

DM: I guess its time for the Boss vs. the Employee match then…

JG: But who gets the Bloodsport title?

DM: I guess it will just be decided when both men can compete again…

JG: Oh so now we go from an excellent match to seeing our crippled boss wrestle?

DM: Yes..I mean…er…

The crowd roars!

DM: What’s going on?

JG: Look…THE PURE PAIN TRON!!

On the Pure Pain Tron, the backstage area appears…showing two overturned stretchers and paramedics laying sprawled out on the floor…the camera zooms over to show Omega and Gunner just brawling all out…

DM: OH MY GOD! HOW ARE THEY STILL GOING?

JG: I DON’T KNOW DON…BUT THEY’RE HEADING BACK THIS WAY!!

Both men appear at the entrance way, blood streaming down their bodies as they exchange lefts and rights…out of desperation, Omega spears Gunner, and both men roll down the ramp and land with a loud thump into the side of the ring.

Omega is the first to his feet, and he pulls Gunner up and rolls him with much difficulty back into the ring…he then jumps up on the apron and goes to step between the ropes…Gunner quickly staggers up and pulls him head first into the ring and into the mat with a quick but effective DDT!

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Gunner pulls himself up to his feet…

DM: These men are running on empty…truly amazing…

JG: ONLY IN THE PPW FOLKS!!

Gunner grabs the table out of one of the two remaining corners and sets it up…then he thinks better of it and folds it up again, slides it outside of the ring, and then unfolds it and sets it up outside of the ring… He jumps back up on the apron only to be hit by a stiff left hand by Omega. Omega flips over onto the apron and elbows Gunner, then shoves Gunner over the top rope and back into the ring…

DM: What the hell is Omega doing?

JG: Trying to survive?

DM: Good call…but I meant, why isn’t he getting back into the ring?

Gunner pulls himself up to his feet and gets an arm wrapped around his head as he is lifted up and over the top rope in Omega’s attempt at a Vertical Suplex from the apron to the outside…however, Omega rotates Gunner in midair…causing him to face the opposite direction then Omega instead of the traditional same way facing vertical suplex…

DM: Reverse Suplex maybe?

JG: I don’t know…I think it may be a set up move for something else…

As if to answer JG, Omega turns around and dives out with his legs straight out, dragging Gunner face first in a modified front face lock through the table!!

DM: OMEGA DEVICE OMEGA DEVICE OMEGA DEVICE!!

JG: I was right? Wait…I WAS RIGHT! TOLD YA DONNY BOY!!

Both men lay motionless on the outside…the wooden frame of the table wrapped around their bodies…Omega is the first to move…as he crawls centimeter by centimeter to the apron…and pulls himself up and rolls into the ring…panting heavily… Gunner sits up slowly…clearly not knowing what’s going on…

DM: He’s out on his feet Jim!

JG: I think they both are…because if they weren’t, Omega would be going for the belt right now instead of just leaning against the ropes…

DM: I think he’s catching his breath…

JG: Plenty of time to catch your breath after the match…

Gunner makes his way to his feet and unsteadily makes his way up and into the ring…both men exchange really weak punches until Omega gives up and just kicks Gunner in the groin. All the men in the audience cry out a bit...

DM: My boys!

JG: The only wrestling move in existence that affects not only the person that gets it…but every male in the vicinity….its like an area attack…

Omega pushes the doubled over Gunner against the table in the corner, then grabs the last steel chair in the ring. He then runs and launches himself, putting the chair in front of him, and lands a splash on Gunner, forcing both men through the table and into the corner…

DM: THEY ARE BENT IN HALF LIKE AN ACCORDIAN!

JG: I think it is safe to say that Omega just Verified This!!

DM: That’s it…both men have destroyed every chair and table provided….and the only thing left is the ladder in the middle of the ring…

JG: And the belt hanging right above it…

Omega crawls out of the war zone that is the corner and rolls out of the ring…he approaches the remains of the announce table and grabs a ladder… then slowly makes his way back to the ring and slides it in. He then follows in and, breathing heavily and blood dripping everywhere, sets the ladder up against the ropes…

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Meanwhile, Gunner has rolled out to the apron near the ladder…and starts to climb it as soon as Omega sets it up…Omega and Gunner both reach the top of the ladder at the same time…22 feet in the air…Gunner slams his shoulder into Omega’s stomach…then lifts him up in a vertical suplex hold…

DM: HE’S GOING TO SUPLEX HIM FROM THE LADDER TO THE OUTSIDE!?!

JG: If he does, I don’t think either man will be getting back up…

Omega starts wiggling and shaking in Gunner’s grasp…managing to flip around and wrap on a front face lock driving Gunner’s bloody and batter faced into the cold hard steel of the top of the ladder and causing Gunner to bounce off the ladder and down down down to the outside of the ring…a 25 feet fall! Omega to bounces from the move…but bounces from ladder against the ropes to the ladder in the middle of the ring…

DM: OMEGA DEVICE ONTO THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!

Audience: HOLY FUCKING SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!

JG: Amazing agility displayed by Omega!

DM: If it weren’t for the outside padding, I think Gunner might have died!

JG: You couldn’t tell by how he looks…

DM: He’s going for it!

Omega pulls himself up to the top of the ladder, rung by painful rung…he reaches up and grabs the belt…then falls off the ladder and collapses on the mat…

Ring Announcer: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND TOURNAMENT, AND FIRST EVER PURE PAIN WRESTLING BLOODSPORT CHAMPION, VERAFAI OMEGA!!

DM: Yes folks, Omega has won the Bloodsport title…although you wouldn’t be able to tell it by looking at the man…

A new batch of paramedics come out to ringside, accompanied by local law enforcement, to help clean up the remains of both wrestlers…

DM: What a fucking match!!

JG: And the nights barely started!!

A video package of President Barnes journey to return to the ring plays as the paramedics and local law enforcement roll Omega and Gunner out of the ring and ring handlers start clearing up the wreckage…

WINNER OF THE MATCH - VERAFAI OMEGA

MATCH 4
BOSS vs. SUPERSTAR
Quentin Barnes vs. The Dark Lotus

"Taste of Blood" hits as Lotus walks into the arena with all the lights turned off. The only light is that from the stairway, the sky
boxes and the dim spotlight on Lotus. Lotus walks to the ring and steps over the top rope, as he does this the ring fills with smoke.

DM: And there he is ladies and gentlemen, the monster who could send our beloved president on a permanent vacation.

JG: This man freaks me out, I feel sorry for Barnes tonight and I don’t even like the stupid bastard!

Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit blares over the PA, the thousands in attendance rise to their feet and begin to cheer as The Wolf is set to make his wrestling return. The lights dim slightly and over the PA you see Barnes getting his knee shattered by James Spyder, then it flashes into it getting re-injured by Tre Crawford. Barnes makes
his way to the ramp and looks up at the PurePain tron, he looks around with a look of disgust as Lotus smiles in the ring. Barnes
takes a deep breath to calm down and slowly begins his walk to the ring. He continues his slow walk, seemingly slapping every fans hand along the way.

JG: Barnes sure is taking his sweet little time getting to the ring!

DM: This is a great veteran move by The Wolf, he is making Lotus think before the match even begins.

The minutes pass and Lotus begins to look frustrated, he starts to pace around the ring. Barnes is now up to the ring steps, but turns and walks away, it seems he forgot to acknowledge one fan way back at the top of the ramp so he makes his way up there again to slap the childs hand. Barnes then looks into the ring at his rather large speed bump standing there, then with a nod of the head he disappears into the backstage area.

DM: What the hell is going on here, where did Barnes go?

JG: He must have forgot something Donovan, he will be right back.

Lotus looks frustrated as Quentin is no longer in sight, so Lotus steps over the ring ropes and slowly walks up the aisle. As Lotus
walks out of site, the camera follows him to the backstage area. The halls are seemingly empty as Lotus begins to scream out BARNES, GET BACK HERE AND TAKE YOUR ASS BEATING LIKE A MAN! Turning the corner you see a few backstage hands conversing, Lotus approaches them to ask if they have seen Barnes, they smile as Lotus slowly turns around to get clotheslined to the unforgiving concrete by Quentin.

DM: I thought this was a normal match, how is it they are allowed to fight outside the ring?

JG: Brilliant, the bell has yet to ring so no disqualification can be handed out.

Quentin doesn’t let up after that, he mounts Lotus and begins slamming his head against the concrete floor. Moments later after a few more head pounds, Lotus manages to fight The Wolf off of him and get to his feet. Barnes looks to clothesline Lotus yet again, but he gets caught as Lotus wraps his arm around his head and slams him to the floor with a sick looking DDT. Barnes staggers to his feet and falls over the counter at the concession stand. Lotus steps around and picks Barnes up off the ground, slamming him head first into the popcorn machine. As the glass shatters Lotus uses his time to chug a cold beer, then continues his attack. Lotus then grabs the napkin dispenser and begins to smack it off The Wolves head. After the last thud is heard, the popcorn again begins popping and Barnes staggers to his feet.

JG: I hope our President enjoys popcorn, because he just got a mouth full whether he likes it or not.

DM: Someone needs to get this match to the ring where it belongs.

With Barnes back to his feet, Lotus kicks him in the stomach, when he doubles over Lotus pulls him between his legs and powerbombs him through the concession stand. The counter buckles and breaks sending Barnes crashing to the floor. Lotus then grabs some nachos and has a snack while Barnes is out of action. Once the nachos are finished, Lotus mounts Barnes and clenches his fist together tightly, Before he can strike however Barnes reaches behind him and grabs the mustard dispenser, squirting mustard into the eyes of Lotus. Lotus then falls backwards rubbing his eyes, and Barnes gets to his feet and grabs the Ketchup dispenser. He draws a smiley face on Lotus before he helps him to his feet and Irish whips him through the mens bathroom door.

DM: This madness has got to stop, fans need to feel safe when relieving themselves!

JG: Shut up Donovan this is some good shit, see look Lotus is smiling.

DM: That’s Ketchup you fool!

Back in the restroom, Barnes picks Lotus up like a battering ram and forces him head first into a stall. He then drops Lotus, grabbing his head and proceeding to give him a swirley. Lotus fights his head back up and begins grasping for air, and Barnes tosses him into the urinal area. Lotus manages to stand on his own dazed, Barnes walks over and DDT’s him into one of the urinals. To capitalize on this Barnes just grabs Lotus by the back of the head and holds him face first in the urinal. When Barnes lets up, Lotus raises his head and turns around, spitting the blue sanitation puck out of his mouth. Barnes smiles as he forces Lotus to his feet and tries to ram him head first into one of the sink. Lotus counters however and slams Barnes head into the porcelain sink. Barnes staggers backwards and gets irish whipped into the automatic hand dryer, forcing it to go off as he falls to the ground. Lotus walks over and forces Barnes to his feet, once he is up Lotus makes him put his mouth on the part the hot air is coming out of. After a few seconds of this he sends him back down with a clubbing blow to the back. As Barnes lays motionless, Lotus drags him by his hair out of the bathroom.

DM: At least they got out of the bathroom, someone could have really been hurt in there!

JG: I always told you Quentin was full of hot air, now will you believe me?

Back out in the main halls, Lotus drags his boss over to the souvenir stand before banging his head off the counter. Lotus then picks The Wolf up and holds him high over his head, before executing a Body Press Slam onto the counter forcing it to buckle to the ground with all its contents crashing to the floor along with Barnes. Barnes fall is somewhat cushioned as he seems to have landed on a blowup replica doll of Liana. Barnes rolls around in pain, and finds himself looking face down in the rubber dolls chest. Lotus smiles as he looks on at the image he has created. He then mounts Barnes, rubbing his face into the rubber, causing him to have trouble breathing. Perhaps out of desperation, Quentin reaches around for anything he can get his hands on, once he has a grasp on something he swings with all his might connecting on the temple of Lotus. Lotus laughs as he rolls Barnes over, Barnes looks on only to realize that he had just hit the man with a foam finger.

JG: I always knew there was something going on between Barnes and Liana, this only proves my theory.

DM: That proves nothing, its just a product to sell to horny teens, or adults.

JG: Didn’t I see you buy one a few weeks ago?

DM: Ummm Uhhhh Ummmm, that was for my son!

JG: Yeah right, your son.

Back to the action, Barnes struggles back up to his feet. Lotus reaches back to punch him, but his arm gets blocked from behind. Lotus turns around only to see H2H standing there telling him to take it to the ring. Lotus grabs the still dazed Barnes and leads him back towards the ring area, throwing some punches in there on occasion to keep his opponent dazed. Once the two men enter the ring, the ref calls for the bell and the match officially begins. Lotus then shoves Barnes into the ropes, he attempts a big boot but Barnes tries the same thing and both men crash down to the mat. The first official knock down of the match, and both men lay motionless as the ref starts the 10 count. 1…..2…..3……4…..5 H2H begins slapping the mat on the outside to motivate Barnes …6…..7……8 Lotus begins to slightly move …..9 Lotus made it to his knee before the count of 10 was made.

DM: That would have been a disappointing ending!

JG: Lotus has the clear advantage now, Barnes had better count his blessings that he has made it this long!

Lotus fights back to a standing position, he grabs Barnes by the throat and executes the Pits of Hell. Barnes seems to break in half as he hits the mat, he is now rolling around in agony. Lotus tosses his hair back out of his face and grabs Barnes again, executing the same move one more. Barnes cries out in pain as Lotus begins to smirk, he picks Barnes up and tosses him to the corner. Lotus climbs around him and is now standing on the top turnbuckle. He bends down grabbing Barnes by the throat and forces him up to his level. He positions Barnes for the Darkness off the top rope, he jumps with Barnes upside down over his head, and Barnes is quick to roll It into a Huricanranna before hitting the ground. Both men are down again and the ref starts the count… 1……2…….3……4……5……6……7…….8……..9………Barnes manages to get his arm over Lotus….1……….2……..3

DM: Lotus kicked out, can you believe it Lotus kicked out.

JG: Barnes really had to dig down deep to even counter that last move, had Lotus hit it this match and possibly the career of Barnes would have been over.

Both men are back to their feet and begin exchanging punches, each one connecting but no advantage can be gotten. After a few good punches, Lotus darts after Barnes and attempts a clothesline, Barnes moves out of the way and wraps his hands around the waist of Lotus landing a release German Suplex. As Lotus hits the mat, Barnes seems to gain his second wind. He forces Lotus to his feet and tosses him into the corner. Once Barnes walks over to him, Barnes lifts him up to the second rope, where he plants him hard to the ground with an elevated DDT. Lotus, on pure instinct, jumps right up to his feet and takes a few steps towards the center of the ring, before falling face first to the mat. Barnes taunts for the crowd and locks in his version of a sharpshooter. Lotus screams as he feels the sharp pain running through his back and legs. The ref drops to his knees checking to see if Lotus wants to continue, Lotus refuses to quit as JD runs down to ringside. He climbs in the ring and grabs the ref and turns him away from the action, forcing him to lose focus on the match. Lotus taps the mat about 10 times, fast and hard, not knowing the ref had been distracted, Barnes releases the hold.

DM: That no good son of a bitch, Barnes had this thing one!

JG: I get a feeling that JD will wish he never interfered when he turns around.

JD turns around allowing the ref to resume when he finds himself standing nose to nose with H2H. JD slides out of the ring and takes off before he can be harmed. H2H looks on and gives a thumbs up to Quentin and resumes his place at ringside. Back to the action, Barnes has gotten Lotus to his feet again and lands a Gorilla Press Slam. Once Lotus hits the mat, Quentin looks towards H2H with a smile and climbs to the top rope. Taking a second to work the crowd the doesn’t catch H2H sneaking behind him, and gets pushed to the mat by him. The Wolf jumps to his feet as he runs after H2H, chasing him around the ring. Focusing on H2H he doesn’t notice Lotus has gotten back to his feet. As he runs on the floor past Lotus, Lotus reaches down and grabs him by the hair, forcing Barnes to climb up on the apron. Instead of getting in the ring however, Barnes reaches behind him and wraps both arms around the neck of Lotus sending him neck first to the ropes before he falls to the mat. Barnes then turns around only to get hit in the head by H2H with a steel chair. The chair shot busted our President open, H2H tosses Barnes into the ring as the ref calls for the bell.

DM: This isn’t right, Quentin had this thing won, why would H2H turn on him like that!

JG: He should have known better than to trust him, besides he said he would coach Quentin to victory, and he did just that. So what if it wasn’t what you had in mind, sometimes you have to read between the lines.

The bell sounds as our presidents music begins to play, before the ring announcer can make the decision official the music changes to Eat you Alive and JD walks out on the ramp with a microphone in hand.

JD: Wait just a damn minute here, as Quentin’s partner in business what I just witnessed sickens me! I will be damned if I set back and let this happen, who the hell do you think you are…..(long pause as the crowd actually cheers JD) I never gave you permission to end this match like that, Barnes would have wanted it this way. (The cheers turn to boos and asshole chants very quickly.) This match is now a no DQ match, and ref your dismissed as H2H will take your place as the official for this match!

DM: That son of a bitch, this was a conspiracy to end the career of Quentin Barnes!

JG: What a plan it was, I cant wait to see how it unfolds.

Back in the ring, Lotus picks Barnes up over his head, upside down, and executes his finisher…The Darkness. Barnes crashes down to the mat, as Lotus makes the cover. H2H drops to the mat and for the count, and quickly slaps his hand off the mat twice, but before he can hit it a third time Barnes tosses up a shoulder. H2H jumps back in disbelief as does Lotus. Lotus climbs outside of the ring, grabbing a chair and then climbs back in. He walks over to Barnes and smacks him hard across the back with the steel, Barnes rolls over as the pain begins rushing down his back. He has a glazed over look in his eyes as Lotus covers again, again H2H makes a fast count. 1..2.3

DM: Barnes kicked out again, how, why?

JG: He is a veteran Donovan, it takes more than a chair shot to the back to keep him down.

Upset again Lotus grabs the chair again and closes it around Barnes “repaired” knee. He climbs up to the top rope as H2H holds the chair in place. The crowd erupts as Lotus taunts them with a slow cut throat, Lotus smiles as he thinks they are cheering for him. H2H looks past Lotus and his eyes get big, Lotus doesn’t have time to react before he gets pushed down off the turnbuckles by DeMarco Ryne. Ryne then climbs into the ring and starts pounding away on H2H. Barnes gets to his feet and hits Lotus with a Texas Chainsaw, over in the other corner Ryne continues to pound away on H2H. Barnes drags Lotus over to where the chair has fallen and picks him up and drops him head first on the chair with a piledriver. Lotus begins to bleed as Barnes has a sick smile come across his face, one that makes you think of one name, Nemesis Highlander. Barnes Body Slams Lotus out of the ring and follows him out, Barnes then clears the announce table and lays Lotus’s lifeless body on the table. Barnes then climbs to the top turnbuckle and executes a frogsplash sending the table and Lotus crashing to the ground.

JG: Now how is this fair, I don’t hear you cussing DeMarco for his interference!

DM: He just leveled the playing field, Lotus is getting exactly what he deserves as is H2H.

Back in the ring Ryne has the chair in hand and his hitting H2H across the head and back repeatedly. Barnes rolls Lotus back into the ring and forces him to his feet. Ryne slides out of the ring, grabbing a table and setting it up in the corner. Barnes Irish whips Lotus to the table, then runs at him full steam ahead executing a spear through the table. Both men are dazed by this, as Ryne picks up H2H and sets him up for the Dangerous by Design. Barnes struggles back to his feet and sets Lotus up for the Wolf Bite. At the same time both men execute their finishing move, Barnes makes the cover on Lotus. Ryne rolls H2H over on his belly and takes his hand forcing him to count. 1…….2…….3

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - QUENTIN BARNES!

MATCH 5
PPW ALL-STATE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
SCAFFOLD MATCH
Liana vs. De Marco Ryne

DM: Well Ryne may have almost lost this one early, but he’s certainly made Liana pay for her sneak attack.

JG: I don’t care what anyone says, that was a smart move by Liana, and Ryne was VERY lucky to avoid an embarrassingly quick loss.

Ryne stomps Liana a few times before picking her up in a firemans carry.

DM: He’s gonna throw her off, Lianas mince meat!

Ryne walks to the edge of the scaffolding and looks down, however Liana quickly reaches out and rakes Rynes eyes, she falls over the back of
Ryne and quickly nails him with a low blow! Ryne doubles over as Liana tries to catch her breath. A moment later Liana hits Ryne with a quick elbow
drop. Liana picks up Ryne and hits him with a huge ddt on the scaffolding.

DM: Super DDT! That’s one of Liana's patented moves there, Ryne’s in trouble!

Liana attempts to kick Ryne off the scaffolding, Ryne gets dangerously close to the edge.

JG: This is it, Ryne’s headin for a fall!

At the last possible second Ryne catches the foot of Liana as she tries to kick him off, before lurching forward and knocking her down, Ryne
climbs on top and begins belting into Liana with thunderous shots.

DM: Ryne seems to have caught his second wind, he’s all over Liana now.

Ryne stands up and hits Liana with a Jump spinning ddt that sends her crashing to the scaffolding, busting her open.

JG: Blood and puppies… No, blood on puppies!

Ryne stands with his arms in the air.

DM: I think De Marco Ryne is about to finish this one!

Ryne picks up Liana in a bearhug and looks over the edge, he appears to mouth the words ‘have a nice fall’, however before he can toss her,
Liana smacks in both ears of Ryne, causing him to drop her! Liana somehow grabs onto the side of the scaffolding and pulls herself back to safety as
Ryne stands holding his head, Liana runs at Ryne and delivers a head scissors that sends Ryne rolling near the edge, Liana wanders over to him.

DM: What the hell is that!?!

Up above the scaffolding a figure is seen being winched down onto the scaffolding itself, completely obvlivious is Liana who keeps her eyes on Ryne.

DM: Oh my god, can you see who that is?

JG: I certainly can, Verafai Omega! How in the hell is he still able to walk?! Turn around Liana!!!

Omega, clasping a patented steel crutch between both hands, walks up behind Liana and slams the weapon across her back! Liana lurches forward
straight into Ryne as they both go over the edge of the scaffolding!!!!

DM: Oh my god, Ryne somehow caught hold of the edge of the scaffolding, and he’s dangling there like a damn piece of bait!

Ryne appears dangling from the scaffolding, however Liana has toppled the entire way to the floor as medics are quickly at the scene, Ryne pulls himself back up the scaffolding just in time to see Verafai Omega being winched back up to the rafters. Ryne lifts his arms as his music begins to play.

DM: Damn Omega, what the hell did Liana ever do to him!

JG: She was born is all I can assume im afraid, haven’t you heard anything omegas seen lately, he don’t like liana simply because she’s female.

DM: Well that’s no excuse for what he’s done here tonight. Nevertheless, we have a new All-State Champion, and certainly a man who deserves the belt, De Marco Ryne.

WINNER OF THE MATCH - DE MARCO RYNE

DM: Well, what a great match that one was, "Bomb"...

JG: Yeah, was great! De Marco Ryne our first EVER PPW ALL-State champion...poor Liana, wonder if she needs comforting?

DM: You're supposed to be concussed, Jim, not chasing after women that wouldn't look twice at you!

JG: HEY! She has looked at me twice...more than twice in fact, she looked at me last week, when I was gettin' in to that ambulance...although that was more of a "Ew look at the state of that guy" look, so that doesn't count...oh, and there was the week before, when I was walkin' backstage and I said "Hi" to her, and she reluctantly replied with a "Hi"...although I don't think she knew who I was...

DM: Ok, Mr. Freak Show, you finished?

JG: Well there was the first live Mutilation show when-

DM: Jim SHUT THE HELL UP!!!

JG: Don't shout, man...my head hurts!

MATCH 6
PPW TITLE NO. 1 CONTENDERSHIP
TRIPLE THREAT FIRST TO 2 FALLS MATCH
James Spyder vs. Jesy Blue vs. William Stone

FALL 1: Last Man Standing match

DM: This is gonna be an absolute classic match! The first ever PPW Triple Threat First to 2 Falls match! The first fall is a 3-way Last Man Standing match, the second is a Chain Gang match...

JG: Hold up, "Chain Gang" match?

DM: Yeah Jim, it's where all 3 opponents are chain together by the ankle, so they are all within striking distance of each other at all times...

JG: NICE!!!

DM:...and the third fall, as explained this past week by PPW newcomer James Spyder, will be a Japanese Deathmatch...

JG: And of course, if needed, the fourth and final fall will be decided by C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci...but I don't think it'll come to that, Michaels...

DM: You never know "Bomb", you never know!

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

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

Rave music begins and yellow, green and blue strobe lights begin flashing to the baseline. Jesy Blue comes out wearing green baggy UFO pants and a big furry hat carrying glow sticks, which he tosses into the crowd, and has a neon pacifier in his mouth.

DM: So Jesy Blue is the first one introduced in to this match tonight folks, and close behind him will be William Stone, and of course, James Spyder...

"Dig" by Mudvayne hits the PA, and the lights dim to an almost pitch black state. The music begins to get louder and louder, almost to a deafening level, until it suddenly stops...then the chorus rattles over the sound system, and James Spyder appears on the top of the rampway, clutching his Croquet mallet, and staring a hole in to the ground.

JG: Here's that freak, James Spyder, Michaels...God that guy's got some SERIOUS problems!

DM: Yeah I agree, "Bomb", and last week on Mutilation, Spyder hit a raw nerve with you, and you ended up suffering the consequences!

JG: The guy's a crack-pot, an absolute loon! Why the owners ever hired him is beyond me!

DM: I totally agree, Jim. What James Spyder did last week is completely unacceptable behaviour, and he has to be stopped before he kills somebody!

James Spyder eventually reaches the ring, steps inside and makes his way over to the far side, and looks down at Jim Grande. He holds up his Croquet mallet, and shakes it at Grande, taunting him.

JG: You little bastard...

DM: Don't get suckered into the ring again, Jim, just let it go...he'll get what's comin' to him someday...

Both Spyder and Blue look at each other...Blue with resentment, Spyder with a look of anger and determination.

As Jesy Blue and Spyder stand in the ring, the sound of sickening laughter causes the arena to shake.

The lights flicker before failing completely, coming back up a blood red.

Spyder stands up to the ropes staring down the entrance way as the sickening laughter subsides and a white mist, turned red by the lights filter from the curtain like blood seeping through a wound.

Meanwhile Jesy looks around somewhat confused as a voice, clearly english speaks calmly.

"For then must he often have suffered since the foundation of the world: but now once in the end of the world hath he appeared to put away sin by the sacrifice of himself. "

JG: Is that who I think it is?

DM: It sounds like William Stone.

WS: And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment:

WS: So Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many; and unto them that look for him shall he appear the second time without sin unto salvation.

WS: In eternal life Christ bared the sins of men.

Spyder grits his teeth as the sharade continues.

WS: And Christ spoketh unto John. Come forth and receive eternal life.

The lights slowly return to their bright, white normality.

WS: But John came fifth... and won a toaster.

Emblazened Across the Titan Tron Reads "Heb 9:26-28, and underneath that in larger burning red letters "From the Ashes One Will Rise". The crowd laugh at the mockery of Spyder.

"Down with the Sickness" from Disturbed begins to play, the fans of PPW begin the boos and jeers for the man about to enter the ring. The heavy base of the drums causes the arena to shake.

As the first vocals of the song begin, an image of a middle ages man in a business suit looks at himself in a full length mirror displayed up on the PurePainTron, slowly he warps into a young girl in a sports outfit. More rapidly the changes go through people of all ages and sizes. As the chorus hits

"Get Up, Come on Get Down with the Sickness.
You mother,
Get Up, Come on Get Down with the Sickness
You Fucker
Get Up, Come on Get Down with the Sickness Open up your hate and let it flow into me."

The image returns to the young girl in a sports outfit. She stands emotionless, untill the line “Madness is the Gift that has been Given to me” she screams silently as her body twists and morphs into a screaming William Stone. Once the Transformation is done, he seems to stare out over the crowd, before the mirror shatters and William Stone steps out onto the ramp.

He walks slowly toward the ring, cracking his neck and knuckles, stretching his arms. He steps up onto the apron, then into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

Once inside the ring, he leans calmly against the ropes. As the lights adjust to their regular state, Stone removes his jacket and looks across the ring at his 2 opponents.

DM: That mockery won't go down too well with James Spyder, "Bomb"...

JG: Who cares? I hate James Spyder, I hate him...

The bell sounds for the first fall in this First to 2 Falls match between Jesy Blue, James Syder, and William Stone. All 3 men exchange looks, and then finally William Stone darts towards James Spyder and Spears him to the ground! Jesy Blue then enters the mix and begins stomping a mud hole in James Spyder!

DM: And straight off the bell, Jesy Blue and Stone are attacking James Spyder, knocking that Croquet mallet out of his hand!

Jesy Blue then goes over to collect the Croquet mallet from the canvas, but as he does so, William Stone kicks him in the stomach, causing Jesy to drop the mallet.

William Stone then picks up the mallet, and lifts it above his head, ready to swing it into Jesy's stomach, but James Spyder regains his composure and Clotheslines Stone to the ground.

JG: Already in this match, all 3 men are showing no mercy for each other

James Spyder picks up Jesy Blue and issues a Powerbomb, knocking the wind out of Blue. He then tries to capitalise on this advantage, but William Stone, still on the mat, takes a shot at Spyder's leg, knocking it from underneath him, and thus knocking him on to his back.

Stone then crawls over to the mallet, and picks it up. He uses it to get back to his feet, then drives it into the chest of James Spyder!

DM: My God! James Spyder just received an unholy shot to the chest, from that Croquet mallet!

JG: Good job, Stoney boy! Give him hell!

Meanwhile Jesy Blue staggers back to his feet, and recives a Sambo Suplex from William Stone!

DM: Stone's rollin' now, Jim!

JG: Yeah...wait...he's a ROLLING STONE!!!

DM: That was lame, Jim...actually it was kinda funny!

William Stone has both Spyder and Jesy down in the ring, and he holds the mallet above his head, to a unison of crowd jeers.

Crowd: ASS HOLE! ASS HOLE! ASS HOLE!

JG: These fans should be kissin' Stone's ass for controlling Spyder and stoppin' him from causin' chaos!

Stone turns back to face Spyder, but Spyder is up to his knees, and punches Stone in the midrift, causing the mallet to escape William's clutches. Spyder then gets to his vertical base, and reaches for the mallet, but Jesy Blue, like a trooper, is back up as well! He also tries to grab the mallet, but Spyder sets Blue up for a Piledriver, and pummels his head in to the ring floor.

DM: This match startin' to pick up the pace, and get a bit more brutal now folks!

James Spyder then continues his battle with William Stone. The 2 men go blow-for-blow with one another, punches to the head, chest, stomach, and kicks the the mid-section...Stone eventually tires, and James Spyder is left standing...alone...

Referee: 1....2....3....4....5....6....7....8....

DM: The ref's on 8! Spyder's gonna take the first fall!!!

But as soon as Donovan Michaels finishes his sentence, Jesy Blue returns to the equation, and kits James Spyder with a DDT!

JG: Whoa! From nowhere, Jesy Blue stops Spyder from gaining a one-match advantage!

Jesy Blue then stands triumphant in the ring, as the ref counts to 10 once again...

Referee: 1....2....3....4....5....6....7....8....9....

JG: NO! Stone's back up! William Stone's back to his feet!

Now the 2 men go at it, one-on-one, as they did last week on Mutilation!

Stone goes at Blue and hits him with a Dragon Sweep, followed by a Flowing DDT. He then throws Jesy Blue outside the ring, while James Spyder struggles to his feet inside the squared-circle.

Stone throws Jesy Blue on to the announce table where Donovan Michaels and Jim "The Bomb" Grande are sitting. Stone then removes all TV monitors and cables, before going and grabbing a steel chair from next to the ring announcer.

DM: This isn't looking good for Jesy Blue, "Bomb"!

JG: Go Stone, dude!

Jim Grande holds his hand up to William Stone, and Stone hits a "high 5" with the colour commentator.

JG: YEAH!!! Stone's the man!

DM: I thought Tre Crawford was the man?!

JG: Err...yeah...he is...but Stone's the OTHER MAN! YEAH!

William Stone climbs up on to the announce table, standong over Jesy Blue's body. He places the steel chair over Jesy's head, and signals to the crowd, who all continue their chants of "ass hole".

DM: No, don't do it, Stone! You'll kill the guy!

But as William Stone gets ready for a Leg Drop on to the head of Jesy Blue, James Spyder emerges from inside the ring and hits William Stone in the back with that Croque mallet!!!

JG: NOOOO!!! Spyder you son-of-a-bitch! Stone fell on top of Jesy Blue! Both men have crunched through the table!

James Spyder gets back in to the ring, and stands looking at the floor, as the referee begins his count...

Referee: 1....2....3....4....5....6....7....8....9....10!!!

WINNER OF THE FIRST FALL - JAMES SPYDER!

DM: And the first fall goes to James Spyder! He's lookin' in prime condition, and now he's surely the favourite for this match!

JG: Man I hate Spyder...

FALL 2: Chain Gang match

James Spyder stand victorious in the ring, as another referee makes his way down to the ring with the chain that will be used for the next stage of the match.

DM: And it's the Chain Gang match this time, Jim. All 3 men are chained together by the ankle, using that chain!

JG: Yeah, well Stone or Blue have GOT to get this fall to stand any chance of victory, otherwise James Spyder will be the No. 1 contender for the PPW World title!

William Stone and Jesy Blue eventually make their way back into the ring, all bruised and battered. The chain is attached to their ankles first, and then to the ankle of James Spyder. The bell resounds, and the match is resumed.

Straight off, James Spyder hits William Stone with an elbow to the face, causing Stone to cup his hands over his nose. With his free leg, Spyder hits Blue in the stomach with a kick, and then tries to Clothesline him, but as he tries to do so, William Stone pulls his leg forwards, causing Spyder to fall to the ground.

DM: Wow! This is gonna be a very difficult fall here, Grande. As soon as one guy moves, another falls over!

JG: Yeah, all 3 men have to be fully focused and concentrated if they wanna get this fall!

With Spyder on the mat, Stone and Jesy, seemingly working together, begin to stomp on Spyder, until Stone tries a Knee Drop, which knocks Jesy Blue over. William Stone goes for a cover on Jesy Blue, but James Spyder breaks the count after 2.

Spyder then gets back to his feet, but William Stone pulls the chain and Spyder falls to the ground again. All 3 men are now down on the mat.

DM: All men are down now Jim, and this match is becoming a battle to keep your balance!

JG: Yeah...come on Stone!

Jesy Blue gets to his feet and tries to make his way to the corner, but he has 2 heavy guys weighing him down! He eventually makes it to the corner and begins to climb the turnbuckle. As Jesy Blue sets himself up to fly with a Triple Jump Moonsault on James Spyder, Spyder pulls the chain that connects William Stone to Jesy Blue, causing Jesy to be pulled towards Stone, and eventually he hits the Triple Jump Moonsault on Stone rather than Spyder!

DM: Clever tactics by James Spyder! He managed to survive that move without even gettin up off the floor!

JG: Don't glorify him, Michaels, he's a bastard...an absolute bastard...

DM: I'm just calling the match as I see it, "Bomb", I don't like him any more than you do...

James Spyder then capitalises on his clever thinking, and hits Jesy Blue with a High-Impact DDT! He then goes for a cover, but as he does so, William Stone gets back to his feet, which in-turn, pulls Spyder off of Blue.

DM: I can't see any way that any of these guys can win this match! As soon as one guy goes for a pinfall, the other guy inadvertantly knocks him off!

William Stone looks at the 2 men on the mat, and then a sick and sadistic smile comes across his face.

DM: Uh-oh, what's Stone planning?

Stone throws Spyder on top of Blue, and then reaches for the mallet. He begins hacking away at the chain, hoping the mallet is strong enough to break the clasp. But as he is trying to break the chain, Jesy Blue regains consciousness.

DM: Stone's been caught in the act, and quite rightly so!

JG: Why "quite rightly so" Michaels?

DM: Because he's trying to cheat! He's got to be stopped!

JG: You're such a goody-2-shoes sometimes, Michaels!

Jesy Blue gets to his feet, and drops an elbow on to Stone's neck, causing Stone to drop the mallet, and Jesy then kicks the mallet away from anybody's grasp...or he thought he did...

As Jesy Blue initiates an attack on William Stone, James Spyder grabs the mallet and slowly gets to his feet, behind Blue. He lifts the mallet above his head, ready to strike Jesy Blue, but Jesy Blue is hit in the face by William Stone, and this causes Jesy to roll off of Stone, just before Spyder connected with the mallet!

DM: Stone's shot caused Jesy to move out of the way!

JG: NO! Look out Stone!

The mallet connects with William Stone's face, busting Stone open from one side of his face to the other, blood gushing from his forehead, and from his nose.

DM: WILLIAM STONE HAS BEEN BUSTED OPEN!

JG: That bastard Spyder's gonna win the match right here!

Spyder goes for the pin on William Stone...

1....2....NO! Jesy Blue broke up the pin attempt!

Spyder looks furious, as the crowd go wild for Jesy Blue!

DM: The crowd goin' absolutely crazy for the stoner Jesy Blue!

JG: Go Blue!

DM: Why in the blue hell are you chantin' for Jesy Blue?

JG: Because he prevents Spyder from winning the match this way!

DM: Oh...

Jesy Blue hits a Running Fameasser as best he can...and connects beautifully!

DM: Jesy goes for the cover...!

1....2....3!!! Jesy Blue picks up the second fall!

WINNER OF THE SECOND FALL - JESY BLUE!

DM: And William Stone has a lot to do now, "Bomb"...

JG: Yeah, yeah, I know...

William Stone realises what has just happened, and begins to slap the mat with his open hand, almost in a tantrum.

MATCH 3: Japanese Deathmatch

The backstage staff wheel out the equipment for the next stage of the match...the 2 beds and the trash cans...and of course...those dreaded wire ropes!

As the official PPW ropes are dismantled, Battle For Supremacy cuts for a commercial, featuring a trailer for tonight's main event, the Tower of Fear match between Tre Crawford and Krazy Kristopher...PPW Battle For Supremacy - who gets out alive?

DM: And we're back here folks with this First to 2 Falls match between James Spyder, William Stone and Jesy Blue. We're currently awaiting the commencement of the 3rd fall, which is a Japanese Deathmatch!

JG: Yeah, and William Stone is slippin' away from his opponents here, Michaels - both James Spyder and Jesy Blue have picked up one fall each...meaning that if either of those 2 win this fall, then they're comin' out of Battle for Supremacy as the No. 1 contender for the PPW World title!

DM: That's right, "Bomb", and it looks as thought we're just about ready to rock here in this 3rd, and possible final, fall...

The official PPW ropes have now been fully replaced by ropes of barbed wire, and also, ropes of electric razor wire, which have 13,000 volts of pure electricity running through them!

On the outside of the ring, there are 2 beds - one bed is covered in broken glass - a "bed of glass"...the other bed is covered in
C-4 explosives. On the opposite 2 sides of the ring are 2 trash cans - each containing a variety of weapons, just waiting to be used on the body of a merciless warrior.

The chains have been removed from the ankles of Spyder, Blue and Stone, and the referee Don Henman calls for the bell for this 3rd fall.

DM: And away we go in what could be the conclusive third to this excellent match-up!

JG: I hope not, Michaels. I hope Willy Stone gets this one and it goes all the way...

Jesy Blue and William Stone tie-up in the centre of the ring, as James Spyder looks on, with a look of superiority on his face.

Stone locks Jesy Blue in to a Headlock, and then tries to Irish Whip Blue in to the barbed wire, but Jesy Blue puts on the brakes and stops himself before he reaches the sharp, body-piercing wiring. He turns to face Stone, who hits Jesy with a Shuffle Side Kick to the face! Stone then tries to capitaise on the situation, but is quickly man-handled by James Spyder, who headbutts Stone in the nose, re-opening the clotted wound issued to him earlier on by Spyder. Spyder then picks up Stone and throws him in to the barbed wire, piercing his back as he does so!

DM: My God! Stone is a bloody mess yet again! That barbed wire sticking into Stone's back and neck!

JG: He's stuck to it, Michaels! Stone is stuck to the ropes!!!

Spyder lets out a sickening laugh, then issues a Super Kick to the face of William Stone, adding insult to injury! William Stone hangs from the barbed wire ropes, before slowly slipping down them to the floor, the barbed wire tearing at his skin, gouging him open as he falls.

JG: I don't think Stone can continue here, Michaels - he's a goner!

Jesy Blue gets back to his feet, but is quickly knocked back down by Spyder. James Spyder then exits the ring under the barbed wire ropes and makes his way to the trash can nearest the ramp way. Inside there is a whole host of weapons including...

DM: A SLEDGEHAMMER!! No way! As if this match isn't dangerous enough!

JG: Oh man! James Spyder with a sledgehammer...well there's your new No. 1 contender folks!

Spyder walks back around the ring, until he approaches the bed of broken glass. He turns to face the crowd and lets out a huge laugh, straight from his gut. Then he holds up the sledgehammer, and turns to re-enter the ring.

But out of nowhere, Jesy Blue flies over the top rope with a Suicide Dive, plunging himself and Spyder onto the bed of broken glass!!!

DM: OH MY GOD!!! JESY BLUE HAS JUST KILLED HIMSELF AND SPYDER!!!

JG: Come on Stone! Here's your chance!

But William Stone is unconscious on the mat, bleeding profusely from the head, nose and also the neck now.

DM: I think Stone's a lost cause, Jim...his match is over...

Jesy Blue and James Spyder lie motionless on the bed of broken glass, both bleeding from the back and head.

Spyder begins to move slightly, but nothing significant. Jesy Blue has no movement whatsoever, neither does the decimated William Stone. James Spyder's movements become more frequent and more apparent. He starts to rustle through the glass, and eventually lifts his head. The sight is not a pleasant one - Spyder's head has shards of glass popping out of it, and a huge slash below his right eye.

DM: This has been an epic battle between these 3 men...and it looks like James Spyder has the strength and momentum to end it in this fall!

James Spyder pushes Jesy Blue off him, and manages to get off the bed of broken glass. As he gets to his feet, he falls to the floor, having lost a hell of a lot of blood, and he is also disorientated. Jesy Blue and William Stone still lie unmoved in their respective places in and around the ring. James Spyder crawls over to the ring, and manages to pull himself up, and into the ring. He gazes over in William Stone's direction, and tries to lift himself to his feet.

DM: This is lookin' bad for William Stone, "Bomb", he's got no chance of fighting back here against Spyder...

The bloody and bruised James Spyder advances towards William Stone, looking to wrap up this match by pinning his biggest adversary at the moment. Spyder reaches for the ever-present Croquet mallet, and sets himself up for the Head Leak...

DM: Oh no, if he hits the Head Leak on Stone, then this match is over...

JG: Not if I've got anything to do with it...

Jim "The Bomb" Grande throws down his headset, and makes his way over to the ring...as James Spyder swings the Croquet mallet behind his head, Grande grabs the mallet from the hands of Spyder.

Spyder turns around in confusion, and stops Grande just in time to save his ass! Spyder then grabs the croquet mallet and hits Jim Grande across the head with it, knocking him to the canvas!

DM: NO! "Bomb" is down, and I think he's...NO WAIT! HE'S NOT OUT, HE's BACK UP!!!

Jim Grande grabs the mallet and swings it at Spyder whilst shouting Spyder's name. Spyder turns around and receives a mallet to the head!!!

DM: Holy shit! Jim Grande just floored James Spyder! That's retribution for Mutilation!

Jim Grande then throws the mallet down, and picks up Spyder. He Irish Whips Spyder in to the electric razor wire, sending 13,000 volts straight through Spyder's body!!!

DM: MY GOD!!! SPYDER JUST GOT ELECTROCUTED!!!

Jim Grande slaps William Stone's face, desperately trying to wake up his friend, and then leaves the ring once he gets some sort of response from Stone.

DM: Get outta here, "Bomb"! Get out!

"The Bomb" exits the ringside area throught the crowd, receiving a huge ovation and taps on the back from the adoring PPW fans!

William Stone begins to get back to his feet, holding his back as he does so. He sees James Spyder unconscious on the canvas, and Jesy Blue beginning to regain consciousness on the bed of broken glass outside. Stone doesn't understand what has gone down, but nevertheless takes advantage. He picks up James Spyder, and Powerbombs him in to the mat. He then throws James Spyder over the top rope, on to the bed of C-4 explosives!!!

DM: HOLY MOTHER OF...JAMES SPYDER IS DEAD!!!

The explosions bang throughout the arena, and James Spyder screams in pain.

DM: William Stone has been thrown a lifeline by Jim "The Bomb" Grande!

Stone then leaves the ring, and throws Jesy Blue back in to the ring. He hits the Stone to Ash!

DM: STONE TO ASH! STONE TO ASH! STONE IS BACK IN IT!

Willaim Stone goes for the cover on Jesy Blue...

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

DM: And William Stone wins the fall! Now that's 1-1-1! We go into a fourth fall, which will be revealed any moment now, by the PPW co-owner, Johnny Dinucci!

WINNER OF THE THIRD FALL - WILLIAM STONE!

"Eat You Alive" by Limp Bizkit hits the PPW sounds system, and the co-owner and C.E.O. of the company makes his way to ringside. Dinucci walks with a purpose to the ring.

JD: Now then! What a match this has been so far...well it's about to get better! For I have chosen the last fall for this match to be...A STEEL CAGE MATCH!!!

The crowd cheer uncontrollably for JD's announcement!

JD: Now, seeing as though Jim Grande is no longer safe sitting at ringside after what he did, I myself will accompany Donovan Michaels with the commentary! Thank you!

Johnny Dinucci makes his way over to the remains of the announce table, and puts on Jim Grande's headset.

DM: Hello sir, nice tof you to join me here...

JD: Save the ass-kissing Michaels, I'm not here to talk to you, I'm here to overlook this match from a better seat. Now let's get to it, shall we?

FALL 4: STEEL CAGE MATCH

The cage is lowered around the ring, as the beds of hell are removed from ringside.

DM: So what happens to Jim Grande now, sir?

JD: Wha'd'ya mean, "what happens to him"? He gets a raise, and a week off work, that's what he gets! He did a good thing here tonight, he did the right thing...and I'll reward him for it.

DM: I wouldn't exactly say it was the right thing, Mr. Dinucci...

JD: Really...? And who asked you anyway?

DM: Sorry sir, I just didn't think that-

JD: Exactly, you didn't think, Michaels, you never do. Now shut the hell up talkin' to me, and do your job before I fire your ass!

The bell is sounded in the ring, and the fourth fall is now underway. James Spyder has been helped in to the ring by the officials, and the cage door is closed shut.

DM: So what are the rules on this match, sir? Is it pinfall?

JD: Nah, pinfalls aren't very exciting in a cage match, Don. You have to go for the more...daring win...to win this one, they have to climb out of the cage, and drop with both feet on the floor...

DM: Or through the door?

JD: No, Don, that just ain't thrillin'! The door is now locked and will STAY locked until somebody escapes the cage!

DM: Right...ok...

William Stone is looking like the fresher of the 3 men, and it is he who initiates the first attack. He runs straight at Jesy Blue, and hits a T-Bone Suplex. This knocks Jesy to the canvas, and Stone turns his attention to James Spyder, who is still bloody, bruised, battered and semi-conscious, using the ropes for support.

JD: And the GREAT James Spyder doesn't look so great now, does he Michaels, eh?! I mean look at him, he's a bloody mess!

DM: So is Stone...

JD: Yeah but Stone's up and ready to fight...Spyder's propping himself up on the ropes!

William Stone hits Spyder with a Crescent Kick, followed up by a Spinning Back Kick, which sends Spyder crashing to the mat yet again.

DM: This truly has been a greatmatch to watch, and to commentate on, folks. All 3 men have given their all in every stage of the match, and now it all culminates in this cage match!

JD: Why are you so dramatic all of the time? You gay? You need to calm down instead of gettin' all mushy and reflective upon "what has been" and "what could have been" - seriously Don no one listens to you when you talk out here...

Stone attempts to climb the cage, but Jesy Blue is back to his feet, and hits an early Pacifier on Stone!

DM: Whoa! A Pacifier on William Stone in the early stages of this fall! That could set the tone for the way this one will go!

JD: I wouldn't count on it, Michaels. Jesy Blue is a no one. God I wish Barnes hadn't interfered when I suspended his ass! The next step after that was to fire his ass, and rid this company of the trash that fills the card each week.

DM: That's a little harsh, sir...

JD: Why is it? He's a waste of space! Period.

Jesy Blue then tries to escape himself, but only manages to get halfway up, as James SPyder somehow regains fully functionality of his feet and arms, and pulls Jesy away from the steel.

JD: How did that son-of-a-bitch get back up? Ah great! Now Spyder's ok again, and Stone's dwon, and Jesy's down...Spyder WON'T win this match, Michaels...

DM: What does that mean?

JD: It means that Stone's got what it takes to win it!

DM: Hmmm...

James Spyder then stomps on Jesy's head, and hits a Running Powerslam! James Spyder looks over at Johnny Dinucci and gives him the finger.

JD: That little prick...

Spyder then turns and laughs, and begins to climb up the steel cage. But instead of attempting to climb out of the cage, he turns around and drops a massive elbow into the chest of Jesy Blue!

DM: MY GOD! He nearly cut him in half!

JD: Wow! That was some impact, I must admit...

Spyder holds his stomach in pain after the 20 feet plunge. He then stumbles and tries to get to his feet, but that man William Stone is there again to prevent him from doing so. Stone hits a Capture Suplex on Spyder, followed by a Bulldog. He then tries to climb out again, but Spyder manages to cling on to Stone's foot, and puts all his body weight on to Stone, forcing him to release his grasp on the steel. All 3 men now lie on the mat.

JD: And here, ladies and gents, is where the story ends...

DM: What do you mean...?

JD: Watch and learn, Michaels, watch and learn...

C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci quickly gets up out of his seat, and grabs a steel chair. He races over to the ring and throws the chair over the cgae, and onto the canvas, right next to where William Stone is lying.

DM: I knew there was a hidden agenda! Dinucci wasn't out here to watch the match, he was here to interfere in it! That ass hole!

Dinucci stands and watches the match from ringside. William Stone sees the steel chair, reaches for it, and eventually grabs it. He gets to his feet, turns and hits Jesy Blue between the eyes with the steel chair!

DM: No! Not like this! Don't let the match end like this!

Stone then turns to hit Spyder, but Spyder is one step ahead of Stone, and hits the Spider's Bite!

DM: SPIDER'S BITE FROM THE TOP ROPE! STONE DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT COMIN'!

Spyder falls to the canvas, absolutely exhausted after this classic match.

Johnny Dinucci holds his head in his hands, and then watches as James Spyder begins his accent up the caging surrounding the PPW ring.

Dinucci then runs over to the referees who are guarding the cage door. He assults both referees, and unlocks the cage door! JD enters the ring, picks up the steel chair, and levels Spyder across the back with it! Spyder falls back down to Earth with a thud, and Dinucci swings the chair again, into Spyder's gut.

DM: This is that vicious side of Dinucci that we saw last week on Mutilation in the Crawford/Ryne-Kris/Liana match!

Stone gets back up and begins to climb up the cage. Jesy Blue begins to return to his feet, but Dinucci wraps him with the steel chair across the back. Stone reaches the top of the cage, and begins his decent down the outer side.

DM: That no good S.O.B. Johnny Dinucci has cost Spyder and Jesy the match! William Stone is gonna win this one!

Stone drops to the floor, to pick up an amazing victory against Spyder and Blue. On the inside of the ring, Johnny Dinucci levels Spyder one more time with the chair, then locks both men inside the cage!

He and Stone make their way up the ramp way, holding their hands up high, to an immense chorus of boos and jeers.

WINNER OF THE FOURTH FALL - WILLIAM STONE!

WINNER OF THE MATCH - WILLIAM STONE!

DM: And William Stone wins this one, rather unfairly! He was thrown a lifeline by Jim Grande in the third fall, and then Johnny Dinucci screwed over Spyder and Jesy Blue in the lat fall to win Stone the match...and here comes Jim Grande, folks, back to his commentary position...

Jim Grande returns to ringside to a chorus of cheers.

DM: You happy with yourself?

JG: Yeah...yeah I am, thanks, Don...

MAIN EVENT
PPW WORLD TITLE MATCH
THE TOWER OF FEAR
Krazy Kris vs. Tre Crawford

DM: And here we go Bomb…

JG: Uch… My head still hurts…

DM: That’s what you get for sticking your nose in other people’s business… AGAIN…

JG: Shut up… I need some Aspirin…

The ominous 40 foot high structure hangs in the air over the ring, just 5 feet above the top ropes. Enough room for the 2 opponents to step into the ring, but low enough to be quickly lowered once the 2 men are in the ring.

DM: An epic battle is about to begin, 2 men who have fought hard to get to the point they are at today in this hellacious, sick match from the mind of Quentin Barnes…

JG: You know he made me fight him in a Triple Cell once!? We nearly died…

DM: Ahhhh… The good old days!

The lights go out throughout the arena as Ozzy Osbourne screams out "ALL ABOARD!" Spotlights flicker on and play across the crowd, until they catch the sight of someone pushing through the crowd. Dressed in black jeans, a Batman T-shirt, an pad on his left elbow, and a flowing black duster Trench coat, Krazy Kristopher reaches the barrier and leaps over.

DM: Krazy Kris’s path to the final was dogged… After putting Blake Selters out of action, he went on to beat The Dark Lotus and, some would say controversially, William Stone in the semi finals. His previous encounter with Tre Crawford saw him on the losing side, mainly in part to our CEO.

JG: *Cough* LOSER *Cough*

He jumps up onto the apron, then flips over the top ropes and lands in the middle of the ring, staring off into the crowd and grinning as Pyro goes off. He then makes his way to a corner of the ring and awaits Tre Crawford.

DM: And here comes a man who has been on one HELL of a roll as of late…

Made you look by Nas blares over the PA as the lights dim to nothing but a very pale shade of silver. The crowd reaction is not pleasant because they know who is on his way to the ring. As he steps out onto the entrance ramp with a look of determination on his face, he puts his head down seemingly ignoring the crowd reaction. While his head is down the camera focuses over the Purepaintron and it reads Perfect Weapon in glittery silver lettering, then goes into one shot of a Silencer being delivered.

DM: Tre’s path to the final took him on a path that proves his worth as a challenger for this title. His victory against Smasher was a simple one, however his victories against Liana and Jesy Blue were hard fought, his match against Liana being considered a match of the year candidate.

As the song reaches the; “They Shooting, but before Made you Look,” Tre then takes his arm and raises it in the air flashing the Westside symbol as a large storm of Pyro surrounds him. Once the smoke clears he makes his way to the ring mouthing off to the fans in attendance and flipping them the bird.

DM: Typical Crawford…

JG: That’s why I like him!

DM: Don’t forget ladies and gentleman, the winner of this match already knows who the No. 1 contender for the title is…

Tre and Kris stand facing one another as the ring crew slowly lower the heavy metallic cage around them. From the walls hang the 8 weapons that could seal their fate tonight. From the first level hangs a Singapore Cane and a Steel chair… From the second level hang a baseball bat and a glass rod… From the third level hangs a double ended bull whip and a sledgehammer and finally, on the top level… A medieval mace and an electric cattle prod.

DM: Some deadly weapons hang from these deadly walls… Which one could turn the tables…

JG: No… No… There are no tables…

DM: Go get your head checked…

As the bell rings both men have the same idea. Kris jumps out of the left hand side of the ring and Tre to the right, they stand on a platform of solid grate metal... KK grabs the Singapore Cane and TC the steel chair. They turn to face each other… Both holding weapons, then circle the ring. Neither man wanting to make a mistake…

DM: Cautious start to this match… neither man wants to lose!

JG: This sucks… Let me in there…

DM: Bomb, sit down… Could we get some medical attention for this guy!?

The Bomb sits down as the match EMT’s come to check on him… before long, they signal that he needs to go backstage as he has concussion! Back in the ring Tre and Kris have slowly entered the ring… Kris swings the cane but Tre blocks it with the chair… Again Kris swings and again Tre blocks.

DM: Tre is doing well to block the cane away from his head with that chair.

Kris lifts the cane up in the air and swings it down towards Tre’s head. He holds the chair up to block the shot before swinging his right foot north between KK’s thighs!

DM: Ohhh that’s gotta hurt!

Kris drops the cane as Tre slowly moves into position. He picks up the cane and smashes it down onto the back of Kris who rolls over onto his stomach, arching his back in pain. Tre smiles as he nails Kris twice more in the stomach, as the bamboo slices into Kris’s flesh!

DM: This match is absolutely SICK!

As The Bomb is slowly walked backstage, Johnny Dinucci walks down to ringside holding the PPW Title! He smiles as Tre drops the cane and picks up the chair. JD makes his way over to the announce position and sits down. Tre smiles a sick smile as he considers his next move… his next thing to do with the chair… He drags Kris up by the hair and whips him off the ropes…

JD: YEAH! COME ON TRE!

DM: What are you doing here… Sir?

JD: We need a colour commentator don’t we!?

Tre swings the chair on Kris’ rebound, but the Krazy one ducks the shot with the chair and turns on a penny. He lifts his right foot and connects with the jaw, sending it back into Tre’s face!

DM: AWESOME SHOT BY KRAZY KRIS!

JD: Remember who you’re sat next to…

Tre merely surprised jumps to his feet but is caught in the face with a large boot. Kris stomps the sole of his boot into the side of Tre’s head as he slowly gets to his knees… Kris capitalises by snapping a DDT on the mat! He drags Tre up again and throws him over the top rope… Tre landing hard on the steal!

JD: TRE GET UP!

DM: I thought this was commentary, not cheerleading…

JD: Do you know who signs your checks?

DM: QB so it says…

JD: I… You… You’re fired…

DM: We’ll see…

JD: What the…

Kris steps through the ropes and leans Tre against the steal! He whips Tre at the ropes, and on the rebound spins into a Powerslam, smashing Tre’s spine hard into the steal cage wall!

DM: GREAT SHOT BY KRIS!

JD: I said you were fired!

Kris looks down on the fallen body of Tre on the steel and looks to the top rope… He climbs slowly and dives off with the Insane Pain!

JD: HA, HA, HA! HE MISSED!

There is a sickening thud as Kris’s body hits the metal and Tre rolls under the bottom rope. Kris doesn’t move as Tre slowly crawls across the ring. He grips the chair in his hands and uses it to get to his feet. Kris slowly starts to move. He grabs the ropes and starts to drag himself to his feet as Tre is stood up straight. Tre moves across the ring and climbs to the middle rope. Kris pulls himself to the top rope and hangs over. Tre jumps into the air and brings the chair down on the back of Kris’ head springing him up into the air back down on the steel!

JD: GREAT MOVE TRE! KEEP IT UP!

DM: Ew… Dude… You’re worse than Bomb!

JD: I’m sure I fired you!

Tre stands up… After that brutal shot, Kris lies on the ground in a star shape. Tre goes to climb out of the ring, weary… He trips and falls driving his head into Kris’ groin! Tre gets to his knees with a look of feigned regret!

DM: OH COME ON!

JD: HE TRIPPED!

Tre gets back into the ring and plays to the crowd as Kris lies in the foetal position! He slowly begins to look at the chain ladder to the next level as Kris begins to stir. He rolls under the bottom rope and begins to pull himself up as Tre ascends the ladders. Kris takes hold of the Singapore Cane and staggers over to Tre. He smiles out to the crowd as he places the cane between Tre’s legs and lifts it sharply! A groan is heard from every male in the arena…

DM: Ow…

JD: IS KRIS NOT A MAN!? PLEASE…

Tre falls backwards, his head hitting the mat… Kris grabs the steal chair and reigns shot after shot after shot down on Mr. PPW’s prone body! At which point, Kris grabs the chair and climbs to the top rope. He screams as he jumps through the air with the Insane pain.

JD: Oh…

DM: My…

Both: GOD!

They both say as the chair drives the air out of Crawford’s lungs. Kris doesn’t move for a moment… The adrenaline begins to run short of supply. Tre lies almost motionless holding his ribs. Kris moves… He crawls to the ladders and pulls himself up. He starts to climb as Tre starts to stir. As Kris reaches the next level he rests against the side of the cage. Tre starts to climb. The 6 foot gap in the centre of the ring is small but enough for one, or both men to tumble through to some pain…

DM: They’ve reached the next level… Here we have a baseball bat and a glass rod!

JD: It’s kind of you to do this job for free…

DM: Seeing as I’m fired, I just thought I’d tell you that you’re a despicable, disgusting, contemptible sex pest!

JD: HEY! I RESENT THAT! Bomb is a sex pest… not me…

Tre reaches the next level… The 2 men look across at each other knowing they have some way to go until this match ends. They both get to their feet and begin the second phase with a series of right hands Kris takes control over Tre who, had this match been under regular rules, may have lost his chance by now! Kris whips Tre into the cage… Tre arches his back in pain as he walks out… Kris takes advantage by nailing a Superkick, sending Tre into the wall again, as he bounces out Kris nails an Evenflow DDT!

DM: KRAZY TRAIN ON THE STEEL!

JD: Great jackass…

Kris again lies motionless taking a breather. As he does move, he looks towards the ladders for the next level. He grips the first rung and starts to climb as Tre moves… Tre reaches for the cage and uses it to pull himself up. As he grasps for something to support him, his hand finds the Baseball bat! He pulls himself up and releases it. Gripping it in both hands he runs and swings, catching Kris in the stomach! Kris falls and his head bounces off the steel!

JD: Yeah! That’s Tre… MY BOY!

DM: I thought Stone was your boy!

JD: I have many boys!

DM: Least with Bomb it was all girls…

JD: I… You… We… YOU’RE FIRED DAMMIT!

Tre staggers back and drops the bat. As he staggers his heel feels no metal… He struggles to hold on as he leans further towards the large hole cut into the steel! As he almost loses his footing he makes a grab for the ladder… Preventing himself from falling…

DM: That was close Dinucci… You’re boy almost dropped a level!

JD: Sure, like that was gunna happen!

Tre swings on the ladder leading to the next level. He gets his footing back on the steel as Kris gets to his feet holding his stomach. Tre runs at his opponent but is dropped with a drop toe hold. His face grates against the steel causing a large graze on his face.

DM: That doesn’t look too good…

JD: Are you going to leave or what!?

As Kris drags Tre up and repeatedly mashes his face against the metal, The PPW President makes his way down to ringside, still in his wrestling gear. He heads over to the announcers desk and takes a seat.

QB: Looks like Kris is kicking some ass right Michaels!?

DM: Sure does boss!!

JD: Boss? I just fired you!

QB: Really? Well in that case I need to introduce you to our new Play By Play man with an IRON CLAD contract… Which means he can say what he likes and not get fired… Donovan Michaels!

JD: What in the f…

Back in the Tower Of Fear, Tre is on his knees crawling around the ring… The graze on his forehead even deeper, his skin left against the steel. Kris slowly but surely walks to the baseball bat and lifts it up. He moves, as quickly as possible, around towards Tre. He lifts the bat up and slams it down, making a horrific sound on the metal!

DM: Tre moved!

QB: DAMMIT!

JD: Ha, ha!

QB: Who are you Jeff Jarrett?

Tre scrambles to his knees and grabs the glass rod. He falls back to the ground and continues to roll as Kris continues to aim shot after shot at his opponent. Finally, Tre rolls onto his stomach as Kris slams the bat down. He holds the rod up to block the shot. The bat collides with the glass which shatters, sending shards of glass all over the floor of that level! A sickening yell of pain is heard followed by blood dripping from above! Tre Crawford holds his face before Kris rolls him over to see a piece of glass imbedded into his right cheek!

DM: OH MY GOD!

JD: THAT’S SICK!

QB: Duuuuuuude!

Kris slowly moves backwards, the glass on the ground around him making it slippery. The blood cascades down Tre’s face. Crawford gets to his knees his hand in his pocket, he stops yelling and starts beckoning Kris on. As Kris walks over, Tre lifts his right hand up to the groin! Kris’ eyes cross and he falls backwards on the edge of falling a further 10 feet to the ring!

QB: A LOW BLOW!

JD: And what!? THAT my friend, was the Gangsta Rap Nut Tap!

Tre gets to his feet, his face a dark shade of red as he drops a pair of Brass Knucks to the ground! He slowly starts to take control again, lifting the baseball bat into both hands. He moves to where Kris is lying. He drops to his knees and starts trying to choke his opponent with the bat. Kris wraps his legs around Tre’s waist and flips him over… Kris pushes the bat down towards Tre’s throat as Tre uses the power in his legs to Monkey Flip Kris over and down through the hole!

DM: HOLY CRAP HE COULD BE DEAD!

JD: Let’s hope so!

QB: No such luck… He held on to the ladders!

Kris’ hand is wrapped around one of the rungs of the ladders. Tre gets to his feet and starts to climb to the next level! Kris climbs up to the second Level as Tre reaches the 3rd. From there, Tre proceeds to head straight for the next weapon. He grabs the sledgehammer and turns to see Kris reaching the 3rd level also, on the other side of the cage however.

DM: Smart move by Kris, climbing up the far side to give Tre less of an advantage.

JD: As if he thought of that himself!

Kris reaches the other side of the cage and takes hold of the bullwhip.

DM: This bullwhip makes whipping twice as easy, and twice as fast, a front hand and backhand whip are both possible with the ends of the whip being able to cause deep lacerations!

JD: Thanks for that numb-nuts…

Kris whips across the cage but is short of hitting Crawford who continues to hold the sledgehammer in both hands. A stalemate ensues, neither man wishing to take a chance, no man wishing to make a mistake. Finally, both men realise that the chances of winning like this are low and make a run for it! Kris double whips Tre causing 2 deep cuts to his arms as the momentum of Tre’s swing with the hammer takes the head of it deep into Kris’s stomach!

DM: 3 hard shots with each weapon here!

QB: This match is cool… I have such great ideas…

JD: You… I… SHUT UP!

Kris lies motionless on the cold, hard steel as Tre gets up favouring the cuts. He now has 3 deep cuts all pouring blood. The taste of his own blood in his mouth inspires Tre as he screams and pulls the large piece of glass out of his face. He puts all of his weight on Kris’ torso and proceeds to carve large gapping holes into his opponent’s face! The blood starts to flow as Tre cuts the forehead and cheeks of Kris who can only call out in pain.

DM: What the hell is Tre signalling for!?

JD: I don’t know but it looks…

QB: VERY MUCH LIKE HE WANTS TO SLIT KRIS’ THROAT!

DM: HOLY SHIT!

Tre lowers the glass to the side of Kris’ throat and digs the glass into his neck! Kris’ eyes open wide. As Tre starts to move the glass across cutting deep into the neck, Kris grabs Tre’s arm with both hands and wide eyes. Tre continues to push as Kris finally gets the glass away from his neck! The crowd boo at Tre’s attempts to damn near kill Kris. Kris looks to the side and reaches for the sledgehammer… From where he lies he grabs it with 1 hand and smashes it into Tre’s ribs causing him to drop the glass. He sits upright and grasps his ribs as Kris takes hold of the hammer with 2 hands and smashes it into his opponents chest!

DM: That’s a sick shot by Kris!

JD: THAT’S BECAUSE KRIS IS SICK!

QB: WHAT THE HELL!? TRE’S JUST TRIED TO KILL HIM FOR GOD SAKE!

Kris slowly moves as he lifts the bullwhip from the ground. He summons all of his strength to whip at Tre… But something holds him back. He looks up to see the whip wrapped around the upper level! Tied with the whip that he just used. Tre shuffles underneath Kris and lifts his boot, again catching Kris Square in the groin. Crawford then picks up the Sledgehammer, and lines up as Kris drops to his knees!

DM: What the hell is Tre planning on doing here!?

QB: He can’t be gunna nail Kris with the damn sledgehammer is he!?

JD: Let’s hope so…

QB: You know what, I’m getting fed up of your crap!

JD: Really!?

Barnes and Dinucci stand up at ringside as Tre smashes the head of the Sledgehammer straight into the forehead of the fallen Krazy Kris. The crowd turn up a notch as Barnes and Dinucci argue outside of the ring! Tre looks around and then down out of the cage to see what exactly is going on! Barnes looks down as Dinucci says something before swinging a right hand and catching Dinucci square in the jaw knocking him out!

DM: WHAT A SHOT BY BOTH TRE CRAWFORD AND BARNES!

Crawford looks down upon QB who looks up at Tre. He waves mockingly as he nails JD in the head multiple times! Tre turns and starts to climb the ladder, the distraction, however, allows Krazy Kris to stir. He wearily gets to his knees as Crawford stands surveying the scene.

DM: Tre has a huge decision to make, does he risk trying to escape or does he ambush Kris? And try and send him back down to level 1… SURELY allowing Tre to get the victory!?

Tre decides to go for option 1 and begins his accent of the cage. Krazy Kris grabs the sledgehammer and throws it up to the next level! Tre reaches the top of the cage just as Kris reaches the final level of the Tower of Fear! Tre stops for a moment, and looks out to the crowd… He mimics a title around his waist, mocking Kris. The Krazy One is up though, which Tre does no realise!

DM: Tre celebrated too early! Kris has his foot!

QB: Sorry about that Donovan, I had to put out the garbage…

Tre looks down to see Kris on the final level holding his leg! He tries to kick out at Kris who just holds on… Dragging Tre back down to the steel! Tre drops to his feet as Kris swings a right hand connecting with the side of Tre’s head… Tre staggers and nails a shot of his own… Kris reels back and swings, nailing Tre again… And then hits a further shot! Tre staggers backwards as Kris runs and clotheslines him down to the steel!

DM: Kris is taking control…

QB: I know…

DM: How do you know?

QB: A) He’s my chosen champ… and B) I’m watching the damn match… Maybe I should have left you fired!

Kris looks up from the ground to see the medieval mace hanging from the cage… He slowly but surely drags himself up, tired, weary and bloody, Kris holds on to the side. Tre on the other hand has crawled to where the Sledgehammer lies. He grabs the hammer and, also, slowly begins to stand. They both reach their feet and stand 10 feet away from each other… Tre holding the sledgehammer, Kris the mace! A standoff ensues… and after a while they both scream and swing. The metal head of the sledgehammer hits the head of the mace! A clang is heard and for a while each shot with either weapon is blocked with the other!

DM: This could be dangerous, there is just 3 feet of steel to stand on up there!

QB: It’s always dangerous in that ring, but right now I think we’re at the most dangerous.

Kris and Tre swing again, with the heads of the 2 weapons colliding again… This time both men fly back and the sledgehammer falls 30 feet and dents the ring!

DM: That could have been Tre’s head Mr. President!

QB: Too bad…

DM: He’s worth a lot of money…

QB: And he’s a huge pain in my ass…

Kris moves again… He winds his fingers around the steel and pulls himself up… 15 feet away, Tre is picking himself up. Looking down he reaches up and his hands touch something metallic and large… He looks up and smiles!

DM: Looks like Tre’s found the cow prod!

QB: Let’s make sure everyone understands what this fucker does… It has 2 settings… Stun and Kill… I’m sure you understand the rest!

Kris stands… Mace in hand… Using the walls of the cell to support his weight… Suddenly, he feels something jab into his kidney’s… And shooting pains throughout his entire body! He drops again to the ground and can’t move! The mace in his hand remains as his fingers grasp it without him being about to do anything about it!

DM: DAMMIT! Kris could be paralysed!

QB: He will be for about 30 seconds! It doesn’t effect humans as badly as cows…

DM: How do you know that!?

QB: Where you think I got the damn thing?!

Tre looks down on his fallen opponent… And heads towards the cage wall. He goes to un-strap the harness on the prod… Before looking back at Kris on the ground.

DM: NO! NO! COME ON NO MORE!

It takes Tre a while to re-adjust the harness… And when he does, he changes the settings to kill… He starts to laugh maniacally as he stands over Kris’ paralysed body! He motions a title around his waist before looking down. At the same time, Kris feels the ability to move return to his limbs. As Tre lifts the prod up to strike Kris again, The Krazy One swings his right arm, smashing the mace deep into Tre’s stomach! Tre staggers back and looks down to see 5 large holes in his stomach… the blood drips down as he falls to his knees on the edge of the Tower… The Prod still attached to his arm.

DM: SICK SHOT BY KRIS!

QB: GO DUDE!

Kris gets to his feet and backs up, he takes a run up and boots Tre in the face! Mr. PPW falls backwards and over the edge of the top layer! Kris, not checking where exactly Tre fell, turns and puts his hands on the cage… He attempts to climb.

DM: Tre never hit the ring!

QB: He must’ve landed on a higher level!

But unlike it was told, Tre had fell backwards, but held on to the only thing he could find… The Bullwhip, still attached from earlier… Tre pulls himself back up, and calls to Kris who turns around, still holding the steel

TC: WESTSIDE!

He slams the prod against the tower, electrifying the steel! Kris shudders volts of electricity fire through his body… Tre holds the prod against the steel for about 10 seconds before dropping it to the ring below where it smashes into bits. He pulls himself up as Kris staggers backwards involuntarily… Tre stands… He turns and nails the Silencer on Kris! Kris hits the steel and rolls off… He hits the lower level! He rolls off that level down to the next! And finally, rolls off the lowest level hitting the ring below!

QB: SON OF A BITCH!

DM: TRE’S ON THE TOP LEVEL ON HIS OWN!

Kris lies motionless in the centre of the ring. Tre scales the wall of the top level… He hangs his leg over the side of the cage and starts to descend the metal chain ladder on the other side! JD, unnoticed for the remainder of the match, jumps up and down in joy, he grabs the title off the announcers table, unable to be stopped by Barnes… He runs around to the other side of the ring as Tre’s feet hit the ground and Made you look hits! The Ring Announcer stands up!

RA: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND THE NEW PPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! MR. PPW! THE PERFECT WEAPON! TRE CRAWFORD!!!

Made You Look continues to blare out as JD and Tre jump around in victory! Tre has JD to put the title around his waist! We cut to a shot of Quentin Barnes looking dejected with his hands on his hips! Tre Crawford looks up at the Purepaintron and points at himself on the tron all of a sudden his music cuts off. Tre looks up bewildered and angry, yelling at the sound man in the back although the man can’t hear him. Tre calls for a mic and gets one, rapidly demanding to know who’s responsible for his music and video package being cut off. His answer is short in coming as the entire arena goes dark and momentarily as silent as a crypt. That silence is broken by the sound used on a synthesizer to simulate something falling and is soon followed by the sound of wind blowing. Suddenly a deep and gravelly voice comes over the speakers in German and starts to count up from one. As it does so large blood words come on to the screen.

Eins

THE

Zwei

VIOLENCE