MUTILATION RESULTS

Date: Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Venue: Kemper Arena
Location: Kansas City, MO

The scene begins as black. A whispering, melodic voice starts out:

"From dehumanization to arms production
For the benefit of the nation or its destruction..."

At this point the scene cuts to images of shadowed figures, a grey sky behind them as clouds roll in. The voice continues quietly as the dark shadowed figures fade in and out in front of the grey background.

"Power is power, the law of the land
And those living for death will die by their own hand..."

An image of a shadow of a cane or a stick of some sort slicing through the air and connecting with a shadow's face. Blood streaks down the shadow's head.

"Life's no ordeal, if you come to terms
Reject the system dictating the norms..."

The sound of Donovan Michaels screaming "Oh my God! Oh my God!" as an image flashes by of James Spyder smirking with blood flowing down his face in rivers.

"From dehumanization to arms production
To hasten the nation towards its destruction..."

An image of Tre Crawford with the PPW World Title wrapped around his waist as he inaudibly talks on the microphone with several fans booing fades in and out of the screen.

"Power is power, the law of the land
And those living for death will die by their own hand..."

An image of CJ Maxwell smirking in an expensive suit, sunglasses hiding his eyes as he inaudibly claims that he is the next PPW World Champion and nodding in agreement with himself.

"Life's no ordeal, if you come to terms
Reject the system dictating the norms..."

Riddick Andrews and Shane Kast standing face to face fades in and out with both men performing high-impact moves on one another.

The whispering repeats as the mellow background music twinkles and eerily illustrates the mood of the commercial. Several images of the competitors in the World Title division fade in and out of the screen. Colin Zale and James Spyder having the last battle of their long-time feud. Tre Crawford nailing several people with the Silencer. CJ Maxwell making his return to PPW with an attack on James Spyder. Riddick Andrews and Shane Kast having an intense staredown.

"It's your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice
Peace
Or Annihilation."

The image of the PPW World Title fades in and out with the faces of Colin Zale, Tre Crawford, CJ Maxwell, James Spyder, Lightning, Riddick Andrews, and Shane Kast circling it and staring at it. (Opening theme by: A Perfect Circle)

The scene fades to Donovan Michaels and Jesy Blue at the announce table.

DM: Welcome everybody to Mutilation! What a night we've got set up for you tonight!

JB: Hell yes, we've got Colin Zale and James Spyder, two competitors for the PPW World Title, tagging together and facing Ghalleon and The Aussie Icon, Croc!

DM: Also, we will have TWO World Title advancement matches, one being a triple threat match with former world champ Tre Crawford, CJ Maxwell, and Lightning, and the other being the main event between Riddick Andrews and Shane Kast: The rematch!

JB: Speaking of the world title contenders, did you see that commercial just now? I had goosebumps watching it! Who will be PPW's next World Champion!?

DM: We'll all find out in due time, partner, let's cut to the action down at ringside!

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OPENING MATCH
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH

Logan Omega vs. Lucas Stevenson

DM: I don’t know about you Jesy, but I think that this is going to be a very interesting match. On the one hand you have the newcomer Lucas Stevenson, who has drawn some ire from some of the veterans backstage already and on the other hand we have the returning Bloodgames Champion Logan Omega. We know what Logan can do but we are of course a lot less familiar with Lucas’ abilities in the ring. One thing that you have to notice though is the incredible size difference between them. That has to be a factor going into this match.

JB: No kiddin Donnie. The fact that Lucas is a five foot eight, one hundred and thirty pound twig will definitely work against him when he tries to work over the much larger Logan Omega. Logan has seven inches and almost a hundred pounds on Stevenson. The guy might need a trampoline just to reach Logan ’s head. In fact I’d like to see that…

DM: Do you think that this match is a form of punishment for some of the things he’s said backstage in the last week or so ?

JB: It could be I suppose. On paper this certainly looks like a massacre waiting to happen. Of course that’s only on paper. Who knows what his extended lay off has done to Logan . He might have significant ring rust to deal with.

DM: That’s a good point Jesy. Logan hasn’t been around in some time, I doubt he’ll be back to his old self quite yet.

JB: Well, I for one want to see exactly how this plays out.

“Trippin” by Mike Jones plays over the PA system, ricocheting off of the walls of the arena. Lucas walks out onto the ramp to almost no reaction and starts walking down to the ramp. He covers the distance in an amazingly rapid amount of time and slides under the bottom rope, coming up to his feet with both hands in the air. The gesture gets a slight cheer and a few boos as well, but not much else. He turns towards the ramp and stares at the entrance as Referee Paul Donaldson examines him for illegal objects.

DM: Lucas looks ready. If he’s concerned over the size difference that he has to face he’s certainly not showing it at all.

JB: Nope.

DM: That could change when he sees Logan up close.

"Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed blares throughout the arena, a sea of heads turn toward the ramp way as Logan Omega, decked in full ring attire, whilst sporting a confident smirk makes his way toward the ring. The crowd roars a loud cheer at the returning PPW superstar as Logan walks down the ramp. If Logan hears the cheers he doesn’t show it, instead he just walks down the ramp, grabs the top rope and walks to center ring.

DM: Logan looks to be in great shape Jesy and…

Donovan never gets to finish, instead he’s brought up short as Logan walks straight up to Lucas before his music even ends and flattens him with a bone crunching straight right to the nose.

JB: That was Logan saying “Welcome to PPW Lucas…”.

DM: My god…what a punch ! I wouldn’t be surprised if he broke Lucas’ nose with it !

JB: Forget his nose…I think Logan may have knocked him out with one punch.

DM: He could have.

Logan has in fact not knocked Lucas out as the newcomer staggers to his feet and stumbles back into the ropes, his nose pouring blood. Logan looks at him with a smirk and makes an exaggerated bow before straightening up and glaring coldly at the smaller man. Lucas straightens up and wipes the blood from his face, throwing it defiantly to the mat in a red splatter before advancing on Logan . The two men circle each other for a moment before they lunge forward for a collar and elbow tie up. Lucas doesn’t engage the larger Logan though, instead ducking under his arms and taking him to the ground with a single leg takedown. He immediately hops over and drops an elbow into Logan ’s spine, followed by another one.

DM: That was a good strategy by Lucas, using his superior speed to get the advantage on Logan .

JB: It was, but now it remains to be seen how much longer he can hold it.

Lucas stands up and stomps on Logan’s back a couple of times, driving the toe into his spine for extra effect. He looks at Logan and rears back, lashing out and catching him in the side of the head with a nasty kick that momentarily dazes the larger man. Lucas takes advantage of this by ascending the turnbuckle and leaping off, landing a four fifty into the back of Logan . The move draws an “oooohhh” from some of the fans and a handful of assorted cheers.

DM: That was a nice four fifty by Stevenson. Landing it to Logan ’s back was certainly an interesting variation on the move.

JB: Yes it was and it’s also sound strategy.

Lucas stands up and bounces back into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, using them for added leverage. He comes flying back across the ring at Logan, who is now on his feet. He never gets a change to even begin the move he was attempting as Logan scoops him up and throws him up over his back. Lucas drops from about seven and a half feet in the air and lands throat first across the top rope where the force of the drop and the spring of the ropes slingshots him back into the air. Logan capitalizes on this by lunging forward and slamming an arm into the back of the head of Lucas that snaps his head forward so violently that it almost drives his face through the mat when he lands. The referee sees the impact of the clothesline in conjunction with the harsh landing and steps back, his arms flailing in front of him as if he’s trying to hide his eyes from a violent car wreck. Back at the announcers table Jesy and Donovan both wince and look away at the same time.

JB: You can add a concussion to that broken nose Donnie ! Damn did that look nasty ! I don’t think all the weed in my stash could dull the pain from that…

DM: My god was that vicious looking and you may be right…I wouldn’t be surprised if Lucas has a concussion from that.

Logan scrapes Lucas off of the mat, dragging the probably unconscious man to his feet. He lets go to see what will happen and Lucas basically slumps back to the mat again. Logan responds with a sick smile, pulling Lucas to his feet and turning on his heel as he runs towards the ropes, basically dragging the limp body with him. He gets to the ring and lifts the much smaller man overhead in a Gorilla press before getting to the ropes and throwing him as hard as he can. Lucas’s unconscious form sails through the air and crashes down in about the eighth row. The crowd there spreads out for long enough to watch him land before they break into a loud combination of “holy shit” and a loud cheer. Logan smiles at the carnage and puts his hands up, celebrating the carnage.

JB: I think Lucas is dead.

DM: Someone get a medic out here !

JB: Medic ? Hell…get a Priest !!

A small army of people runs out from backstage to where Lucas is laid out in the crowd. Logan waits inside the ring, leaning over the top rope with a smirk on his face. The officials storm into the crowd and descend on Lucas like a swarm of locusts.

DM: We all hope Lucas is ok, that was a nasty landing he took there.

JB: The flight didn’t look all that smooth either. If I flew that airline I’d be asking for my money back.

After what seems like an eternity the officials suddenly leap backwards and Lucas lurches to his feet and swings wildly at all of them. He starts to stagger and stumble back to the ring, haphazardly tossing chairs out of his way as he does so. He gets back to the railing and lifts himself half way over it before simply falling off to the other side. Logan watches all of this with a certain degree of amusement, clearly happy that his opponent has something left so that he can continue to beat on him.

DM: How the hell is he on his feet right now ?

JB: More importantly why the hell is he on his feet right now ?

Lucas stumbles back into the ring and crawls under the bottom rope, pulling himself back to his feet with the ropes. Logan charges at him to clothesline him back to the outside only to find himself on the floor courtesy of Lucas ducking him and pulling the top rope down. Lucas staggers to center ring before turning around and looking out at Logan with a weird look on his face.

DM: No Lucas….don’t !

JB: Yeah ! Do it ! Come on you wimp, show us what you’re made of !!

DM: Dammit Jesy shut up ! If sustains another serious hit it could cripple him !

JB: That’s a drag Donnie, but them’s the breaks.

Lucas runs to the ropes as best as his body allows him to and throws himself over them, flattening Logan with a top rope body press.

DM: My god is he lucky that connected !

JB: It’s not like Logan tried to move, he stood there with a smile on his face and let it happen !

Lucas slowly pulls himself up with the help of the ring apron and climbs up onto it. He climbs back into the ring and lurches to the opposite side of the ring, pushing them backwards before allowing them to spring him forward. He flies across the ring and drops to his back as Logan gets to his feet, slamming both feet into him with a sliding dropkick that drives Logan back first into the safety rail, knocking it in an inch with a loud clang. Lucas pulls himself to his feet and clotheslines Logan over the railing into the crowd. Lucas stands up and leaps up onto the railing and springboards off, wrapping his legs around the head of Logan and flipping him over with a hurricanrana.

DM: I don’t know how this kid is still on his feet right now.

Lucas crawls back into the ring and stands up, waiting for Logan to get back into the ring. Logan pulls himself to his feet and smiles wickedly then strides to the railing and steps over it, walking back to the apron and stepping in. Lucas runs at him and slams his feet into Logan’s knee with another dropkick, dropping him to one knee. He follows up on the move by stepping back and landing a superkick to Logan ’s jaw, snapping his head back. Logan’s head jerks forward again only to take another superkick, followed by having his face driven into the mat by a springboard legdrop.

DM: I can’t believe that the momentum has shifted like this ! I’m amazed that Lucas Stevenson is even able to move right now, let alone land big moves like this.

JB: I guess he’s either too stubborn or too stupid to stay down when he should.

Lucas stands up and looks down at Logan then bends down and slaps him in the back of the head. The crowd voices it’s disapproval of the gesture but Lucas doesn’t seem to care, he just pulls Logan to his feet, although with a certain degree of effort due to Logan’s much greater weight. Lucas stands up and thrusts Logan’s head down between his legs, signaling for the “After Effect”. He tries to haul Logan up but doesn’t get far. Logan counters the move by dropping his shoulder between Lucas’ legs and hauling him up in front of him. He pauses for a second before bringing Lucas down back first with a spine jarring powerbomb that shakes the entire ring.

DM: My god…

JB: Wow…

Logan doesn’t release his hold on Lucas; instead he uses raw power to haul his very dazed opponent back into the position for another powerbomb. The crowd starts to cheer in anticipation of the move and absolutely explodes in cheers when Logan whips Lucas down and drives him back first into the mat. Lucas comes down so fast and with so much force that his head whips through faster than his body and bounces violently off of the mat before his body crashes into it with all of the power and violence of a semi slamming into a brick wall at one hundred miles per hour.

DM: Oh my god…

JB: That looked like it hurt a little.

Logan drags Lucas to his feet, his opponent’s body completely limp. He finally gets Lucas to his feet and watches with some amusement as the head of his clearly unconscious opponent lolls backwards. Logan smiles at this and then leaps up, dropping the crux of his knee into the back of Lucas’ head. The combination of his weight and the lack of resistance from his KOed opponent makes the execution of his “Trauma” version of the Famouser all too easy. The knee drops down, driving Lucas face first into the mat as one would crush a watermelon with a sledgehammer. Lucas lands and doesn’t move, not even a twitch. Logan stands up and grins down at his unnecessary carnage.

DM: That was totally unnecessary, he was completely unconscious already !

JB: It never hurts to be careful Donnie.

DM: Careful ? Come on Jesy…if Lucas wakes up before the beginning of June I’d be surprised !

The referee drops to the mat and makes the unnecessary three count, raising Logan ’s hand in victory as he stands up.

DM: Logan Omega is victorious in his PPW return and in an extremely dominant manner !

JB: He sure was Donnie…now hold down the fort while I go get some nachos.

DM: You’re impossible Jesy…

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Logan Omega

DM: We've just seen a a highly competitive match Jesy and if that's anything to go by, both Logan and Lucas have prosperous futures here in PPW.

JB: Don't jump the gun Bivvy D, it'll take more than that to propel themselves into the world title picture.

DM: Speaking of the world title, here comes a former world champion down to the ring...

A sea of heads turn to the top of the rampway as Verafai Omega, Logan's brother, heads directly toward the ring, he slides in and walks over to his brother, helping him to his feet and giving him a pat on the back.

DM: Well there's always been a strong bond between the Omegas, Verafai brought Logan into the business originally and they've been side by side ever since.

JB: Sure, but can't they save the brotherly love for backstage.

As Jesy utters that last word Verafai's expression swiftly alters, he rears back and shockingly a superkick that almost takes Logan’s head right off!

DM: What the hell!?!

JB: Did I say brotherly love? I meant tough love, what a shock!

Verafai bears a sick smile as he stands over his fallen brother and starts reigning down with punches, busting Logan open as the blood begins to spill. The crowd has fallen deathly silent, obviously trying to comprehend what they're witnessing. Verafai exits the ring briefly and retrieves both a steel chair and a microphone. He re-enters and places the chair over Logan's neck and climbs to the top rope.

VO: Dark Lotus, the last time I competed in a PPW ring, this is what happened.

Verafai leaps from the top rope and slams his foot down on the chair, Logan falls sickeningly limp from the impact as Verafai looks down over his fallen younger sibling.

VO: You probably thought I was long gone, a forgotten issue. Please, I don’t forgive and forget that easily, so while you’ve been drifting from event to event, not really achieving a great deal, i’ve been recovering to the point where i’m now able to resume a career that should NEVER have been waylaid. You’re a dead man Lotus, a dead man.

Verafai walks toward the ring ropes, apparently to exit.

DM: He decimates his brother, provides no explanation, and then verbally attacks Dark Lotus, what the hell?!?

As if on cue, Verafai pauses for a moment and looks out to the crowd.

VO: I suppose you’re wondering why I attacked my own brother...

Verafai smirks, drops the mic and suddenly dives on top of the fallen Logan, reigning into him with lefts and rights.

DM: Has he gone insane?!?

JB: I remember Verafai had a mean streak previously, but this is taking things to a new level.

Security swarm the ring and eventually manage to pull Verafai off of Logan before dragging him backstage, meanwhile emt’s rush to Logans side and work him onto a stretcher before wheeling him backstage.

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MATCH 2
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH

Harmony Taylor vs. Moochie

DM: I can't believe Verafai Omega is back in PPW! That was so unexpected!

JB: THAT was unexpected, what about the attack on his own brother, Logan?! Now THAT was unexepected!

DM: True, then he had the gaul to verbally assault The Dark Lotus, bringing up old issues, covered ground. I don't thin kwe've seen the last of Verafai Omega in a PPW ring. And I think The Dark Lotus should be on his guard, Verafai is pissed off!

JB: True dat.

DM: Well now it was scheduled to be Harmony Taylor versus Moochie in singles action, but we have just been informed by Dominic Johnson, our backtsgae booker, that this match is in fact cancelled.

JB: Ah what?! Why?! I love watching Harmony wrestle... in fact I love watching any woman wrestle...

DM: Well unfortunately you don't get the chance this time around, Jess. Sorry folks.

MATCH CANCELLED

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Tre Crawford is seen entering the arena, he is wearing a silver ADIDAS jump suit, a silver hat turned backwards and tilted slightly to the left side, and his patented silver Oakley's. He has a bag draped over his left shoulder as he begins walking through the backstage area in search of his locker room.

Knowing that his actions from last week could possibly have repercussions he is watching over his shoulder and taking some precautions to ensure that his practical jokes from the week before aren't turned against him, He has a pad lock on the zipper of his bag to keep people from getting into it, and he plans on finding the janitors closet before he finds his dressing room to make sure that a switch hasn’t been made.

Step by step he walks deeper and deeper into the arena, and the further into it he gets the more people that are seen. A couple of kids approach him with their father, one has his face painted up likes James Spyder and the other is carrying a singapore cane. Each child has a program and a sharpie in hand trying to collect as many autographs as they can. When they stop Tre, he humors them and takes their sharpies as well as their programs, he looks closely at the programs to see who has signed them to date. Names such as Colin Zale, James Spyder, Dark Lotus, Lightning, CJ Maxwell, Quentin Barnes, and Harmony Taylor are already on it. I don’t need to tell you that to any wrestling fan, that would be a great souvenir, and just think what it would go for on EBAY once Tre Crawford perfectly signed his name on it displaying his perfect penmanship.

He smiles at the children and shakes the hand of their father, he then takes the lid off of one of the sharpies and appears to sign both of the programs. However rather than handing them back to the children he holds it high above his head and makes the children try to jump to reach them. The father gets really upset and starts yelling for Tre to cease his actions, the voice was so loud that security comes over to restrain the father. As they are carrying him away, Tre takes the programs and rips them into shreds before tossing them into the nearest trash can. The kids start crying and take off after their father, Tre just smirks and continues his walk down the corridor.

After a few more steps he finds himself in the locker room area. He stops at the door of Harmony Taylor, he looks around to make sure nobody is near him then puts his ear up to the door, He smirks again as he grabs the door handle and gently turns it downwards silently opening the door. He looks into the crack that he has created and stands their for a good couple of minutes before closing the door and walking with a huge smile on his face, almost as if he had just watched her get out of the shower or change or something along those lines.

He passes a few more doors before he finally comes to the one with his name on it, he looks around to make sure nobody was following him and then slowly opens the door and begins feeling for the light switch. Once he flicks the light on, he lets out a sigh of relief the second he realizes that it is actually a dressing room. He closes the door, locking it behind him and makes his way to the lockers. From there he pulls a key out of his right hand pocket and unlocks his bag. The camera then shuts off because it isnt entirely appropriate to show a man changing on television.

When the camera fades back in, Tre has all of his wrestling gear on except for his right boot, which as we all know is the one in which he uses to deliver the silencer. Before he puts that boot on, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a metal object cut almost like the entire bottom of his boot, it even has a curve on it to allow it to wrap around his toes like steel toed work boots. He has this object in his right hand and then reaches it into his boot positioning it accordingly. Once he is satisfied with its alignment he then puts the boot on and laces it up. He then walks around the room testing it to make sure that it doesn’t impair his movements. Next he reaches into his bag and pulls out his brass knucks, he reaches then down his tights then zips up his bag and places it in the locker, using the padlock on the locker itself now. He then takes a piece of chewing gum from his mouth that he had been chewing on and uses it to stick the key up under the bench. When all this is done there is a knock on his dressing room door.

Startled but not frightened, Tre jumps up from his seat on the bench and slowly heads towards the door as the knocking continues. Watching the door with each step he takes Tre moves closer and closer to the consistant knocking. Now at the door, he takes a strong grip on the handle with his right, stronger arm and unlocks the door with his left. Slowly he barely swings the door open revealing just a small crack as we see Gina Williams on the other end, Tre lets out a sigh of relief as he opens the door fully allowing her to enter his room. He then quickly closes the door and locks it behind them. Tre takes his seat back on the bench, still seemingly jumpy and overly cautious. Gina takes a seat beside him.

GW: Good evening Tre, the front office was wanting me to come in here and get your final thoughts on your qualifying match tonight.

Tre jumps up from the bench momentarily and looks around the dressing room, again seeming startled but not frightened.

TC: Did you hear that?

GW: I didn’t hear nothing Tre, why is it that your so jumpy tonight?

Tre sits back down, seemingly in a state of panic.

TC: You saw what I did to those people last week, I just know deep down that one of them has something planned for me tonight. That is why I am already locked in my dressing room with my wrestling attire on, to ensure that nothing can be stolen or altered.

GW: If it is bothering you so bad that someone might retaliate against you, why did you do it in the first place?

TC: Oh come on Gina, open your eyes for a minute and take a look at the bigger picture here. Its all about state of mind and mind games. For months James Spyder and Colin Zale have been running around this place with nobody to fear but each other. Now that I am back, those two have to take notice that they are not the only big dawgs in town anymore. What better way could I have used to get such a point across?

GW: I guess you have a point, then again when you were a part of PPW before, you never did anything without a good solid explanation or reason. I have to know, why did you feel the need to change the make-up of Slayne to clown make-up if you don’t consider him to be in that same elite category as James and Colin?

TC: The answer to that question is easy, I have always pictured him as a clown. Last week the whole world got to see him through the eyes of Tre Crawford, even if it was just momentary.

GW: Again you make a valid point, it was a comical experience for all that witnessed it. So are you going to be this jittery in your match tonight also, after all you are open to attack from anyone who has already qualified for the world title tourney.

TC: I don’t worry about that at all. Once I step into that ring I become a force that not many people can mess with. Colin, James, and hell even Slayne know better than to try to approach me when I am focused and in my ring. People get hurt that way, and it is a barrier that I know will not be crossed for that very reason.

GW: Have you taken any special precautions for the match tonight, and does the fact that two baseball bats will be at ringside worry you any?

TC: Didn't I comment on those baseball bats all week, I don’t really feel a need to comment on them any further. As far as special precautions, I haven't really given much thought to it. I cant be cautious in the ring I am to instinctive to be overly cautious. If a baseball bat makes its way into the ring, then and only then will you understand what I mean.

GW: Any last words to your opponents?

TC: Not really, they pretty much understand the fact that they are merely just space fillers on my route to once again becoming world champion. All week they have both tried to convince themselves that they were more, but when it is all said and done, when that final bell rings and I am one step closer to my goal, the whole world will once again take notice because the Perfect Weapon is back again!

GW: It is good to have you back, you always have been one of the more entertaining superstars in PPW, arrogant but entertaining nonetheless.

TC: Honey, the entertainment has just begun, pull up a chair and prepare some jiffy pop because this time I have more tricks up my sleeve than ever before!

Fade out.

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MATCH 3
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH

Vregen Kristi vs. Slayne Demonio

DM: I’m not sure what to expect out of this match Jesy. Both of them are coming off hard fought losses and I know that Slayne is fuming about his. Vregen I can’t speculate about, although I doubt that any wrestler is ever happy about losing.

JB: No kidding Kreskin.

DM: There’s no need to be rude about it.

JB: I haven’t had a puff in a few hours, it makes me crabby.

Donovan looks at Jesy and rolld his eyes. They both turn to look at the ramp when the opening chord’s of Fear Cult’s “Boys and Girls” cues up. The arena goes dark again and the ramp way starts to flood with fog as a pair of blood red spotlights flash back and forth across the arena. The lights finally stop and focus onto a silhouetted figure on the top of the ramp. The figure steps through the ramp, awash in red light and with an evil looking smirk on her face. Vregen looks down to the ring and makes a slashing gesture across her throat with her thumb before smiling evilly. Vregen’s smile turns into a scowl at this and continues walking slowly down the ramp, her eyes burning with intensity. She finally gets to the end of the ramp and rolls under the bottom rope, coming to her feet and ascending the turnbuckle where she glares out over the crowd to a loud chorus of boos.

DM: Vregen looks ready as always.

JB: I’ll say she does.

DM: Dammit Jesy. Do you always have to take the low road ?

Jesy just smiles widely, a smile that is meant to convey more than happiness…a fact that is not lost on Donovan. Donovan never gets a chance at a retort to his broadcast partner’s crass remark for the minute he opens his mouth he’s cut off by Slayne stalking out onto the ramp as the riffs from "Downfall" blares. Slayne makes it down to about mid-ramp and puts his arm about half-way out stretched before raising it to chest level. He holds it like that for a short period and then the entrance, ramp, and ring explode in pyro. Slayne smiles at this and makes his way the rest of the way down the ramp, stepping up onto the apron and over the top rope before walking to center ring to glare down at the much smaller Vregen Kristi.

DM: I don’t know how Vregen is going to beat this monster of a man, he just physically towers over her !

Slayne smiles down at Vregen with nothing but cruel intent radiating from the expression. She looks back up and him and smirks before jumping up and poking him in his eyes. The crowd responds to this by laughing as Slayne recoils back clutching at his eyes. The referee scolds Vregen for the move but she just shrugs it off and walks up to the still blinded giant. She stands and looks at him for a moment, contemplating her next move and then leaps up and kicks him in the back of his head, knocking him forward. She keeps the momentum in her favor by running back against the ropes and springing off of them, using them for added force when she bulldog’s his face into the mat. She immediately follows up on it by dropping a leg across the back of his head and then turning and leaping up onto the turnbuckle. She perches atop it for a moment before leaping off of it and landing hard across Slayne’ back with a perfect senton. She stands back up and backs up a couple of steps, waiting for Slayne to look up. When he does she slams the souls of both of her feet squarely into his face with a loud crack with a stiff standing dropkick. Slayne’s head snaps back and then slumps forward as Vregen gets to her feet and gloats about the success of the move and her success in the match thus far.

DM: While I can’t say that I approve of her methods in getting the upper hand in this match, thus far they have been effective.

JB: Am I hearing things Donnie, or are you actually condoning someone taking a short cut in a match ?

DM: I’m not condoning anything Jesy, but I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little bit happy to see Slayne back on his heels like this.

JB: It’s more like “down on his face” than “back on his heels” at the moment, but I get the idea.

Vregen walks over to Slayne and pulls him back to his feet, although with a great deal of difficulty. She smirks at him one more time and springs back off the ropes again, using it to spring towards him again. As she does she thrusts her arm out to clothesline him again only to find empty space. Slayne side steps her and grabs her arm and flings her up into the air, flipping her over and dropping her back first across his knee. She lands hard and yelps in pain. Slayne smirks down at her and places a hand on her forehead and one across her knees and pushes them both down, arcing her spine and placing immense pressure on her neck. She winces in pain but refuses to give up. Slayne holds it on for a few moments but finally yawns in mock boredom and lets her go, unceremoniously dumping her body to the canvas.

DM: He played possum ! What a great counter by Slayne Demonio !

JB: Yeah, and now that he’s landed that backbreaker on her the match is very definitely in his hands right now.

Slayne pulls Vregen up and holds her by the arm, smirking in her face before whipping her out to arms length. She flies outward only to have her head jerk violently in both directions when he snaps her back in his direction, nearly separating her head and neck from the rest of her anatomy with a vicious short armed clothesline. He never lets her hit the ground; instead he pulls her back up and repeats the move on her two more times. At the end of the second one he grabs her for a belly to belly suplex but instead of arching backwards to execute the move he throws her up in the air, wrapping his gigantic arms around her neck and sitting out, nearly breaking her jaw and possibly her neck with a vicious sit out Samoan Neckbreaker. Vregen hits the mat hard and rolls around violently, clutching at her jaw in abject agony. Slayne just looks down at her and smiles.

DM: My god…what a vicious move !

JB: Damn…she could be injured from that ! Did you see the way that her head snapped backwards from that !

DM: Someone get a medic down here ! He’s not trying to beat her, he’s trying to end her damned career !

Slayne pulls her back to her feet and wraps his arms around her waist. He pulls her up for what looks like a back drop before violently spinning around and throwing his arm downward and slamming it into her neck with a violent thrust. He uses the added momentum to drive her down onto the mat on the back of her head, almost bending her body over itself. He doesn’t stop there; instead he hauls her up and throws her out of the ring, stepping over the rope behind her. He hauls her up to her feet and grabs her by the legs, lifting her up and guillotining her across the top rope from the outside before spinning violently, grabbing her face and driving the back of her head into the floor.

DM: My god…someone stop this ! He’s going to cripple the poor young woman !

JB: This is just a disgusting show of force, although I don’t know who he thinks he’s going to intimidate by it.

Slayne pulls her up again and lifts her over his head before unceremoniously tossing her back into the ring. She lands in a heap and doesn’t move; Slayne follows her into the ring and picks her up, underhooking her arms and hauling her up. He walks backwards up onto the ropes, somehow balancing the weight of the two of them on them as he ascends to the third rope. He grins evilly towards center ring for a moment before leaping off and spiking her head into the mat with a vicious top rope Demonizer that shakes the entire ring. When he releases her she collapses into a pile, clearly unconscious. Slayne just looks down at her inert form and smirks before hauling her back to her feet.

DM: Dammit Slayne just pin her already ! This is totally unnecessary !

Slayne hauls her up and draws a thumb across her throat, picking her up and slamming her down hard with the Devour Driver. As soon as she crashes to the mat he gets behind her and applies the Life Syphon, although she’s incapable of responding in any manner. The referee sees this and immediately calls for the bell, waving his arms frantically at the ramp. Slayne continues to hold it on as officials race down the ramp and swarm him, trying frantically to pull him off of her. He finally does so, shoving her to the mat contemptuously before standing up and raising his arms overhead.

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY SUBMISSION - Slayne Demonio

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MID-CARD MAIN EVENT
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
PPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFYING MATCH #3

CJ Maxwell vs. Lightning vs. Tre Crawford

DM: I don’t know about you Jesy, but I’ve been looking forward to this match all night. Knowing what we know about Tre Crawford and CJ Maxwell, both from their history here and from what they’ve said about him this week there is no doubt in my mind that the two of them have absolutely no use for the arrogant, brash and mouthy young Lightning. You know that it’s going to make things even worse for Lightning that he has publicly stated over and over again how much he enjoys embarrassing and humiliating the veterans of this business and this company. Tre and CJ may be selfish, greedy and rat like…but you know that they demand respect for all that they’ve accomplished. I wouldn’t be surprised to see the two of them gang up on him a few times in this match.

JB: I’d say that we can bet on that Donnie. If you remember, Tre Crawford did hit Lightning with that steel chair last week courtesy of his “Silencer”. If that doesn’t say “I don’t like you” I don’t know what does. It was pretty funny though.

DM: I’d hate to admit it Jess, but I did find it somewhat amusing myself. Lightning has been begging for something like that to happen for a while.

JB: That wasn’t the first time that a veteran had put him in his place like that.

DM: True enough, Colin Zale did put him through the ring at Conquest with that powerbomb. It seems though that it didn’t sink in.

JB: Yeah and you know he hasn’t forgotten that. He just doesn’t want to learn from it. Maybe he’s just stupid.

DM: I couldn’t comment on that. Whatever his intelligence level is we can’t count CJ Maxwell out either. He doesn’t seem like he likes Lightning all that much either.

JB: I can’t imagine why…

DM: Well…speaking of CJ he should probably be looking over his shoulder for James Spyder.

JB: If he’s as smart as he says he is then he will be. He has had Spyder’s number though so I think he’ll be fine.

DM: “Has Spyder’s number” ? He sucker hit him Jesy.

JB: Does that matter ? As he pointed out he took the “Hardcore Icon”, the “Invincible Monster” down in one shot. If Zale hadn’t ran down and saved his ass he’d be in the hospital right now.

DM: You can’t be serious Jesy ! CJ totally sucker pun…

"Rocket Science" by The Pimps cues up as teal and white lights flash throughout the arena. CJ Maxwell slowly strides out onto the ramp with a cocky look on his face. He stands on the ramp and points at his head then begins to stride down the isle. As he does so fans reach out to smack his hand and he rears back as if he’s about to strike them before turning back towards the ring and walking towards it with no expression on his face. He climbs the ring steps and walks to the center of the ring, moving from foot to foot with a look of intense concentration on his face.

DM: CJ looks ready to go.

JB: Yep…I think he’s going to come out of this the winner. He’s determined to prove how much PPW needs him and I think he’s right.

DM: While I would never disparage CJ’s talent and his value to PPW I’m not sure I agree with him on just how important he thinks he is. How is it that driving James Spyder, Tre Crawford, Colin Zale or anyone like that could help PPW in the long run ? You don’t start a “revolution” by gutting the foundation of what you think you’re saving. His reasoning doesn’t make sense.

JB: You may not agree with him, but choosing to make your statement at the expense of James Spyder is guaranteed to get attention.

The two are suddenly cut short by the lights dimming and an echo of thunder ringing throughout the arena as “The Angle” by Core cues up. Suddenly a bolt of lightning hits the entrance and the music picks up, a figure steps out wearing lightning designed wrestling gear, you can hear some of the crowd start to cheer. He begins walking down the ramp until he gets into the ring, leaping up onto the apron and flipping over it. He immediately walks up to CJ and begins jawing at him, much to the amusement of the veteran.

DM: That’s pretty typical of Lightning. This kid just doesn’t ever get it.

JB: I don’t like his attitude either, but you have to give the kid credit for sticking to his guns.

DM: I don’t have to give him credit for anything, he’s a mouthy and disrespectful little punk. He doesn’t appreciate anything that others have done before him; he just expects it all to be handed to him because he says so. I don’t have to respect that.

JB: Logan doesn’t respect it either because he just laughed in Lightning’s face.

The lights in the arena dim as a close up picture of the PPW title appears on the Purepain tron. A voice is heard in a soft whispering tone, saying “He's Coming”. At this point the title begins to flicker in and out, when it’s out a picture of Tre Crawford’s face replaces it. Smoke begins to fill the ramp area, as it begins to clear Tre then steps up onto the ramp as he does “Stand Up” begins to play. Tre has his head down in deep concentration, after Ludacris says Stand up for the third time, Tre raises both arms up and with rach hand throws up the Westside W.  As he peaks with both arms pyro begins to explode around him.

DM: Speaking of people who don’t respect anyone, here comes Tre Crawford.

Tre raises his head up and heads towards the ring taunting the fans. Once he struts into the ring, he climbs up on the second rope (not in the corner) and holds the west side symbol up high with his right arm. He does this once on every section and then removes his silver glittery robe and sunglasses following this he leans up against the corner for a moment and watches with a smirk as CJ and Lightning jaw at each other.

DM: There’s Tre doing what Tre does best…sitting back and waiting for everyone to make his life easier.

JB: Like it or not Donnie you have to admit that the strategy is smart.

Lightning stands yelling at CJ who raises a hand in front of his face and fakes a yawn, behind them Tre tells Lightning to hurry up and stop wasting his precious time. Lightning turns around and points a finger, his mouth opening to say something to Tre but the words never make it out.

DM: Silencer !!! Tre just jacked Lightning’s jaw with The Silencer !!!

Lightning’s head snaps back and turn turns around and stumbles into CJ who hoists him up over hit shoulders before lifting him into a standing gorilla press that he walks in a full circle with before dropping Lightning into a flawless diamond cutter. Lightning crashes into the mat and rolls out of the ring, dropping to the floor in a heap outside of the ring.

DM: “Everybody’s Everything” !!! This is definitely not the beginning to this match that he was hoping for.

JB: No kidding Donnie. No one ever wants to start out as the bitch of two separate people…especially when the outcome is when you end up laying at ringside in a heap.

CJ turns and looks at Tre, a smile growing across his face. The two nod simultaneously and look out at ringside at the crumpled form of Lightning. CJ slides out of the ring and picks up the inert body of Lightning, rolling his beaten body back into the ring. Tre pulls Lightning to his feet and immediately lands a series of European uppercuts followed by a blatant low blow. He stands up and flips the Westside W as CJ walks over to the staggered Lightning and wraps his arms around the waist of the slightly smaller man. He heaves up and arches over backwards, releasing Lightning at the apex of the arc and throwing him down hard onto the top of his shoulders and the back of his head. Tre immediately follows up on the move by stepping on Lightning’s forehead and walking off of it with more than the average twist step. The move has so much friction to it that it leaves a twisted toe print of Tre’s boot on his forehead.

DM: Well we’ve only just started this one, and already it isn’t looking good for Lightning. And like we predicted, Jess, CJ Maxwell and Tre Crawford are just gonna team up and pick on the poor guy.

JB: It was never gonna be an easy ride for Lightning, Michaels. He’s spurted from the mouth too many times recently to stand a chance of getting a fair match-up. He deserves it all.

It’s now CJ’s turn. He picks up Lightning and hits a German Suplex, then follows it up with a strongarm Lariat, almost decapitating Lightning! Maxwell then leaves Lightning lying face down on the mat, clutching his throat, whilst “The Pinnacle of Perfection” takes over the beating handout. Crawford grabs Lightning by his hair and sets up for a stalling suplex. Tre holds this variation of the move for longer in the air, and flips the Westside sign with his freehand, before crashing Lightning into the mat!

DM: Whoa! That move’s called the Ghetto Plex...

JB: Ghetto Plex? How trailer park is that?!

Lightning is left stunned, and again, on his back. Tre then signals to CJ to take over. Maxwell does so, and goes for a pinfall...

One...

Two...

But CJ Maxwell decides to toy with Lightning, and picks his head up from the canvas before the referee can continue the count.

JB: This is just an all-out massacre on Lightning. Neither of them will want to pin him at this early stage, and did you see how Tre didn’t try to stop CJ?! They’ve had this planned all along!

DM: You may be right there, Blue. CJ Maxwell just went for the cover on Lightning, and there was absolutely no intervention from Tre at all, as if the two of them had planned to destroy Lightning together... I just find it interesting to see what will happen at a later stage of the match, when somebody HAS to pin somebody...

JB: Well that is where this plan comes unstuck.

CJ then picks Lightning up from the canvas and continues the mutilation. He hits Lightning with a Tornado DDT, and then picks him up again, and tosses him into the turnbuckle. He then runs at Lightning, and hits another Lariat. He then mounts Lightning in the corner and proceeds to pummel him with 10-count punches.  

DM: Did you see that moment of uncertainty by Tre?

JB: Moment of uncertainty?

DM: Yeah, he knew that if CJ Maxwell were to cover Lightning at this stage, he would probably be advancing to the semi finals of the World title tournament. So he quickly intervened and took over!

JB: ... I don’t think so somehow Donnie. I mean, I think Tre was just wanting to get in on the action.

DM: Since when has Tre Crawford gotten his hands dirty when he doesn’t need to? He has CJ Maxwell there to take care of Lightning, there’s no real reason for him to intervene.

JB: I dunno... maybe you have a point...

Tre Crawford then issues a T-Bone suplex to Lightning, knocking the Canadian to the canvas. “The Perfect Weapon” then lifts Lightning as if attempting a Double Underhook Impaler DDT, except that instead of dropping Lightning straight on his face, he pulls up a little higher, angles Lightning’s head down and then sits out, spiking the top of Lightning’s head in to the mat!

DM: My God that was devastating! The Demoralizer!

JB: Nice name! It’s fair to say Lightning is VERY demoralized right about now... Or at least he would be, if he was conscious...

Lightning slumps into a heap, looking like he is on the brink of life and death. CJ then applauds Tre, and the two men raise their arms up to the fans, who output a chorus of jeers. The referee goes to take a look at Lightning, who is in a very bad way. CJ faces the fans closest to the announce table, but as he is doing so, Tre lifts something out of his shorts, and then stands waiting for CJ to turn around.

DM: Wait a minute! What’s this?

As Maxwell turns to face Tre, “The Perfect Weapon” issues the Gangsta Rap Nut Tap – a low blow with his coveted brass knuckles!

JB: Jeez... he just hit the GRNT! He turned on CJ Maxwell!!!

Tre then follows it up with a perfectly placed Silencer – that metallic hidden in his boot snuggly fitting with CJ’s jaw structure.

DM: THE SILENCER! CJ JUST GOT SCREWED!

The referee turns around to see the commotion as Tre Crawford drops to his knees, and covers CJ Maxwell...

One...

Two...

Three!

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – Tre Crawford

DM: My God! Tre Crawford used CJ Maxwell as a puppet, he manipulated him throughout this match to dish out his dirty work, and then at the last moment, showed his true colours ! Why didn’t we see this coming, Jesy?!

JB: Because with Tre Crawford, anything is possible!

“I Don’t Give a Fuck” by Hed (P.E.) rings out as Crawford makes his way up the ramp, a massive grin on his face, as a bloody CJ Maxwell and an unconscious Lightning litter the PPW ring.

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MATCH 5
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH

The Dark Lotus vs. Cobra

"Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses hits as Lotus walks into the arena with all the ights turned off. The only light is that from the stairway, the sky boxes and the dim spotlight on Lotus. Lotus walks to the ring and steps over the top rope, as he does this the ring fills with smoke.

DM: It's now time for TDL vs. Cobra!

JB: And this is an imporant match for The Dark Lotus, he's been down on his luck recently, and a win could boost his confidence...

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

DM: We're just about ready to go, now folks!

The bell sounds and both men circle the ring. They both tie-up in the centre of the ring, and Cobra gets the advantage. He hits a Body Press Slam, followed by a Piledriver, and Lotus crashes to the mat.

DM: Great impact by Cobra...and he's lookin' in great shape!

JB: He's way out of Lotus' league!

Cobra goes for a very early cover, but TDL kicks out after a 1-count. Cobra then picks up Lotus again, and hits a Russian Leg Sweep! He then goes for another cover, but again, Lotus kicks out after 1.

DM: Cobra seems to wanna get this match over and done with, Jim. That's the second quick-fall he's attempted!

Cobra again picks TDL up and hits a Stalling Suplex. He then contemplates going for another cover, but instead Irish Whips Lotus in to the turnbuckle. Sprints in with a running clothesline.

JB: Damn you, Cobra!

The Dark Lotus hits his head on the mat, and then begins to roll around. Cobra climbs the ropes, and waits at the top, perched. The Dark Lotus begins to regain his composure, and slowly gets back to his feet. He gradually turns around to face Cobra, holding his head as he does so. Cobra takes flight from the top rope and attempts a Dropkick, but TDL manages to find enough time to move out of the way!

DM: Great anticipation by The Dark Lotus, and Cobra's made a big mistake!

JB: Hopefully TDL can counter this and pick up some momentum...

Cobra hits the canvas hard, and Lotus quickly approaches him and picks him up. He hits a simple DDT, then waits for his opponent to get back to his vertical stance. As Cobra gets up, Lotus runs off the ropes, and launches a Big Boot at Cobra. Unfortunately for The Lotus, Cobra moves out of the way, then spins Lotus around and goes at him with a huge right hand. But Lotus blocks the right arm, then procedds to beat Cobra with a Bubba Ray Dancing Punch Combo!

JB: Lotus is unloading on Cobra! Go dude!

DM: I'm surprised you've still got a job, Jesy, you're so one-sided in every match...!

JB: Hey... You may regret that when we're both stood in the unemployment line...

Lotus continues his assault with an Open Hand Slap to Cobra's chest.

DM: Did you hear that slap? That was huge!

JB: That'll leave a big red hand print on Cobra's chest!

The Dark Lotus then begins to climb the ropes, whilst Cobra leans on the ropes clutching his chest. Lotus waits for Cobra to turn around, then dives off the top rope, hitting a Kane-style Clothesline!

DM: Wow! The Dark Lotus glided across the ring! Great Clothesline!

TDL goes for the pin attempt...

1...2...NO! Kick-out by Cobra!

JB: Damn it! I thought that was it! I thought TDL won the damn match!

DM: Not yet he ain't,, not while Cobra has air in his lungs!

Cobra struggles back to his feet, and Lotus Irish Whips him in to the ropes. Lotus attempts another Big Boot, but again Cobra grabs TDL's foot. He then counters with an Enziguri, and then follows it up with a Figure Four Leg Lock!

DM: He's got the submission move locked in, no escape now for The Dark Lotus!

Lotus starts to scream in pain, and desperately tries to turn over onto his front, thus shifting the pressure from his legs onto Cobra's. But Cobra's lock is a strong one, and The Dark One is unable to turn over.

JB: Man that Cobra's strong! TDL doesn't stand a chance of reversing this move!

TDL tries desperately to reverse the hold, but Cobra laughs in Lotus' face, and then tightens the lock, causing more pain to TDL.

JB: You gotta try somethin' else, dude! You ain't reversin' this hold!

Lotus instead tries to crawl over to the ropes, in an attempt to force the break. The referee repeatedly tries to break the hold, but Cobra is seemingly in a trance-like state...he will NOT break the hold.

DM: Well TDL's in trouble here, Jesy... he's gonna have to fight damned hard to get over to those ropes, Cobra strategically locked in the move in the middle of the ring!

Lotus claws his way over to the ropes, but as he tries to do so, Cobra tightens the hold ever so slightly, causing Lotus to stop his battle, and writhe in pain!

JB: God damn it Lotus! Get your ass to those ropes!

DM: He can't hear you, y'know ...?

JB: Shut up Michaels, or you'll be gettin' a Figure Four of your own!

The Dark Lotus again tries to reach the ropes, and this time is successful. He reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, and the referee demands that Cobra break the Figure Four Leg Lock. Cobra reluctantly releases TDL's legs.

JB: Thank God!

Lotus holds his legs as he rolls around the ring in pain. Cobra returns to his feet, and then approaches his foe. He picks TDL up and Irish Whips him off the ropes. On the return, Cobra ducks a clothesline and nails the spear!

DM: It's over, it's GOTTA be over!

Cobra covers Lotus...

1...2...kick-out by The Dark Lotus!

JB: YES! Go on Lotus!

DM: It still ain't over yet, folks!

Cobra can't believe Lotus kicked out, and so continues to assault him. He hits a running clothesline, then a Evenflow DDT.

JB: Lotus can still win this one, Michaels!

DM: Sure he can, it isn't finished 'til it's finished!

Cobra goes for the cover again...

1...2...another kick-out by TDL!!!

JB: Yeah!!!

DM: Is the balance of power startin' to shift?!

The Dark Lotus gets to his feet, and Cobra runs at him. TDL goes for a Big Boot...and finally hits it! Down on the canvas, Cobra holds his nose, which was busted open by TDL's massive boot. Lotus signals to the crowd, who shout abuse and jibes back at him. Lotus picks up Cobra, then hits the Pits of Hell!!!

DM: Pits of Hell by The Dark Lotus! This one's over!

TDL goes for a cover...

1....2....NO! Another kick-out!

JB: My heart can't take any more of this shit! This match should've ended about 10 times already!

DM: What a great match this is!

TDL is furious with the referee, and begins to argue. This buys Cobra enough time to get back to his feet. He then hits The Dark Lotus with another Russian Leg Sweep, and then puts TDL's head between his legs, ready for a Piledriver.

JB: I give up chantin', Michaels, Lotus is done...

As Cobra signals for a Piledriver, Lotus manages to lift his head up, and grab Cobra. He turns Cobra around, and has him in perfect position for a Tombstone Piledriver!

DM: What a reversal by The Dark Lotus - he ain't finished, Jesy!

JB: Wha...?

The Dark Lotus hits The Darkness on Cobra, then attempts yet another pinfall...

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

DM: Dark Lotus did it! He won the damn match!

Cobra doesn't move... His hands are around his neck, holding on in pain as The Dark Lotus gets to his feet. He drops to his knees and looks up to the heavens!

DM: What a fantastic match ladies and gentleman, Cobra put up one hell of a fight but it wasn't enough!!

The crowd continunes to cheer as The Dark Lotus holds his arms aloft. His symbol of victory! Cobra is attended to by EMT's.

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - The Dark Lotus

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MATCH 6
REGULAR TAG TEAM MATCH

James Spyder & Colin Zale vs. Croc & Ghalleon

PPW Mutilation returns from the commercial break, and the camera fades in to the commentary desk where Jesy Blue and Donovan Michaels are stationed.

DM: Tag team action comin’ up next for you, ladies and gentlemen. This one’s between two very close friends, PPW legend Colin Zale and current PPW Bloodgames champion, James Spyder, and their opponents Ghalleon and Croc. This’ll be full of action and talking points, I can guarantee you that much!

JB: You certainly can, Donny. And I think Ghalleon and Croc are really gonna have to bring their “A” game if they plan on getting’ any kind of result here – let’s face it, Zale and Spyder are fantastic superstars, and the fact that they’re best friends adds to their in-ring chemistry… they know each other inside-out. Hell I bet they even have that ESP shit goin’ on…

DM: (laughs) I wouldn’t be surprised, Jesy. They really are a force to be reckoned with. So let’s go down to the ring and get on with this one instead of just talkin’ about it.

The camera then pans over to the PPW ring, and then to the ramp and aisle, awaiting the arrival of the superstars.

"Midlife Crisis" by Faith No More starts to play as the lights dim down slightly. Smoke comes up from three small spots on the left side of the entrance and three on the right side of the entrance. The lights starts to get a dark purple tone of color as Ghalleon and Sammie then start to make their way out through the smoke filled entrance. Ghalleon then stops in front of the entrance and lowers his head. He then extends his arms out a little bit above his shoulder line. He then lifts his head back up and raises his arms up. Fireworks starts to go off down to the entrance ramp as he start to walk to the ring with Sammie.

On the Purepaintron, scenes from some of Ghalleon's past matches are shown. Some of the including are the mixed tag match at TKOW Forever, fighting 'Wildcat' Lynn Brewster in UCW, the Karnij match at Halloween Hijinks, the Super Kick Challenge at Megabowl 3, the King of the Jungle 2004 match and various others.

When Ghalleon and Sammie gets to the ring, dry ice steam comes out from under the ring as Ghalleon and Sammie stands in the middle of the ring. Ghalleon then goes over to one of the corners and raises up his arms and then gets off of the corner turnbuckles and waits for his opponent as Sammie leaves to go to ringside. The lights then start to come back on.

DM: Well here’s Ghalleon, now for his partner in this bout, Croc...

The arena plummets into complete darkness before 5 spotlights circle around the arena. The spotlights converge onto the entrance way when the words "AUSSIE! AUSSIE! AUSSIE!" blast through the speakers, triggering a massive pyro explosion. "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit then hits and through the smoke remaining from the pyro, Croc emerges with a cocky swagger. Croc pauses at the top of the ramp and poses before making his way down to the ramp, giving looks of total disgust and distain for the ringside audience. Croc rolls into the ring and immediately drops to his knees in the centre of the ring, arms outstretched and with an arrogant smirk on his face.

JB: I love this guy, he’s extremely entertaining, and yet the fans hate him! He’s cocky and arrogant, and yet he gets results – he’s great!

DM: Well I doubt he’ll get many opportunities to be cocky and arrogant against tonight’s opponents, Jess. They’ll mutilate him if he does...

JB: I think you could be right, but we shall have to wait and see.

The crowd buzzes in anticipation of the following introductions.

The Kemper Arena drops into absolute darkness, and the crowd begins to roar with excitement. “Here Comes the Pin” by Slayer begins to roll and the entire population of Kansas City burst into fits of hysteria. Two silhouettes can be seen glowing at the top of the ramp, one glistening around the waist.

DM: Wow... that is one truly impressive sight, Jesy.

JB: You goin’ all soppy on us, Don?

The lights are raised slightly, enough to reveal that the glistening from the silhouette is in fact the PPW Bloodgames championship belt, and it is sat comfortably around the waist of one James Spyder. Accompanying Spyder is veteran Colin Zale, and accompanying Zale is his accustomed Singapore cane.

DM: I see Mr. Zale brought a friend with him

JB: Dude, don’t you know anything?! That’s James Spyder, our Bloodgames champ?

DM: Jesy I think that finally after all these years, your brain has become officially fired from that shit you smoke daily...

JB: Please Donny, don’t excite me. I’m praying for the day when my brain is fried from this shit...

DM: Jesy Blue you are by far the strangest man I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.

JB: Back at ya, Donald.

DM: It’s Donovan.

JB: Whatever.

As Zale and Spyder approach the ring area, Zale drops his Singapore cane by a ring post. The two men then climb up opposite steps and then shake hands in the centre of the ring. Spyder then passes Zale and climbs the ropes in one corner, as Zale mirrors this in another corner. James hands his coveted strap over to referee Chris Lavigne, and the two men make their way over to their corner, as Ghalleon and Croc ready themselves.

Zale and Spyder converse in their corner and Spyder steps out of the ring, leaving Colin to start the match for their team. Meanwhile over on the other side of the ring, Croc and Ghalleon are doing no such thing. Croc “shoes” Ghalleon out the ring, and decides for both of them that he will in fact start the match.

DM: Well Ghalleon didn’t really have much of a say there, did he Jesy?

JB: Not a lot, no. It’s clear to me that Croc isn’t going to be sensible at all in this encounter. He’s going in to this match with the same cocky swagger that he goes in to all of his matches.

DM: Well I suppose you have to give a guy credit for having confidence in his own abilities. A lot of wrestlers would shy away in a match against Zale and Spyder, so I suppose it shows good character that Croc isn’t going to do that. He’s showing them that he won’t be intimidated.

JB: Or maybe his self-involvedness is blinding him from what is the sensible thing to do.

DM: Quite possibly, yes.

With both teams having decided upon a guy to start the match, the referee calls for the bell, and Zale and Croc get the match underway. Immediately the two men tie up in the middle of the ring, Zale gaining the advantage, and he Irish whips Croc in to the ropes. Colin then follows up the whip with a Drop Toe Hold, sending Croc face-first in to the canvas. He then picks up Croc and hits another Irish whip. This time, Zale goes for a running Belly-to-Belly suplex, and connects perfectly.

DM: Impressive move by Colin Zale, he caught Croc with all of that one!

Croc, looking slightly embarrassed, clambers back to his feet, and then brushes himself off. He and Zale then tie up again in the centre of the PPW ring, and again Zale gains advantage. He hits an over-the-shoulder Armbreaker, and then takes Croc down to the canvas with a Snapmare. He goes for a very early count, just to warn Croc. And there is no surprise for Colin when Croc kicks out after just a 1-count.

JB: I told ya, Michaels, Croc has to be very careful against these two men.

Zale tags in James Spyder, but Croc refuses to tag out to Ghalleon, who is looking slightly frustrated on the apron. Spyder and Croc tie up, and Croc hits a low blow on Spyder, forcing the Bloodgames champion to the mat holding his groin.

DM: Cheap shot by Croc!

JB: He’ll pay for that one...

Spyder doesn’t get the chance to get back to his feet, as Croc is on him straight away. The Australian follows up his illegal move with a Spinebuster, and then hits a German Suplex. Spyder is rattled, but is quickly back to his feet. Croc then hits Spyder with a series of lefts and rights, before Spyder grabs him by the fist and punishes him with a standing Superkick!

DM: Whoa! Great shot by Spyder! Croc didn’t know what hit him!

JB: I’m sure the bruise will give him some indication as to what happened tomorrow morning.

Croc again scrambles to his feet, looking slightly humiliated, and finally tags in Ghalleon. Ghalleon enters the ring with more respect and caution than that of his partner, and he and Spyder tie up. It is in fact Ghalleon who gets the better of the tie-up, and he Irish whips Spyder in to the ropes, and hits a Dropkick on the return. Spyder hits the deck with a rather heavy thud. Ghalleon tries to capitalize on this, and hits multiple German Suplexes on the Bloodgames champion. He then goes for a cover...

One...

Two...

Thr-... kick-out by James Spyder.

DM: Ghalleon’s tactics seem to be working a lot more effectively than Croc’s did, Jesy.

JB: Like I said, Croc came into this match in completely the wrong way, Michaels. Guys like Spyder and Zale, they need respect, otherwise they have their way with you, and there’s no escape.

DM: Well for once you seem to be right, Jesy.

Ghalleon picks up Spyder and again continues on the offence. He hits a Drgon Suplex that sends Spyder back down to ground. He then makes his way over to a corner and proceeds to climb the turnbuckle.

JB: Ghalleon's going upstairs, Michaels! We could see a pinfall on James Spyder here!

DM: Well Ghalleon certainly looks to be focused enough on this match, I think maybe you're right... again!

Ghalleon reaches the top of the turnbuckle with Spyder still out on the canvas. Suddenly, the 6' 5” 235lb-er leaps from the top rope and hits a 450° Splash!

JB: Jesus Christ! He landed that one sweetly!

DM: James Spyder could be in a bad way here, folks.

The fall took a bit out of Ghalleon also, but he still goes for a cover...

One...

Two...

Thr-... shoulder up by James Spyder – he is long from out of this one.

Ghalleon is still holding his midsection after that massive move, but James Spyder is back to his feet very quickly. He grabs Ghalleon by the hair, and swiftly executes a Fallaway Slam, followed by a Two-Handed Chokeslam!

DM: Oh my God! Spyder is back in this one so quickly!

JB: That's the sign of a true professional, you ain't out until its over...

Spyder then gets back to his feet, and tags in Colin Zale. Ghalleon rolls over to his corner, and is blind-tagged by Croc. Croc quickly dashes over to Zale, but is met with a Side Suplex, followed by a Front Face Lock choke hold. Croc writhes in agony as Zale tightens his grip around the throat. The referee stands ready to lift the arm of the Aussie outbacker, but Croc manages to hit a cheap rake to the eyes of Colin Zale, forcing the legend to break the hold. Croc is free of the choke hopld, and back to his feet. He quickly grabs Zale around the neck and hits a Reverse DDT, knocking Zale to his back. He then dashes over to James Spyder, who is standing on the apron, and levels him with a Dropkick!

DM: Croc has gone crazy! He's just unloaded on both Colin Zale and James Spyder!

JB: He'll pay for that one...

Zale is back to his feet in the ring, unbeknown to Croc, who is still standing overlooking the fallen Spyder. Croc turns around to see Zale stood in the ring with a mencaing grin upon his face. Croc's eyes change from arrogant to slightly worried. He then hears a bustle behind him, and turns around to see James Spyder entering the ring, with that sick, sadistic grin perched neatly on his face.

DM: Croc's in big trouble here, Jesy.

Ghalleon quickly enters the ring, but is met with The Stillborn from Colin Zale!

DM: WOW! BIG MOVE BY ZALE!

Zale then takes Ghalleon up to the top rope, and hits an Extreme F'n Headache!

JB: THAT'S THE FINAL NAIL IN THE COFFIN FOR GHALLEON!

Meanwhile Croc is still looking rather petrified at James Spyder, who quickly grabs him, and tosses him in to the turnbuckle. He then takes him upsatirs and issues a tremendous Spyder's Bite!

DM: SPYDER'S BITE! SPYDER'S BITE! IT'S ALL OVER!

Spyder and Zale then rejoin in the middle of the ring and look down on their victims, lying motionless in the ring. They converse slightly for a couple of seconds, and then decide to leave Croc where he lies, and they focus on Ghalleon. The two friends approach Ghalleon, and Zale places the victim in a Steiner Recliner, while Spyder places him in an elevated Texas Cloverleaf!

DM: My God! Both guys are putting Ghalleon in a submission move!

Both men lift up and pull Ghalleon off of the mat so that they are the only ones supporting his weight, thus putting enormous stress on his shoulders and lower back. The pain proves to be too much for Ghalleon, who is forced in to submission.

JB: It's over, Spyder and Zale pick up the victory!

WINNERS OF THE MATCH BY SUBMISSION – Colin Zale & James Spyder

The two men embrace in the centre of the ring, and then slowly make their way over to the ropes to make their exit. But juts before the get there, Croc grabs Spyder by the ankle, and tries to pull himself up. The two men look at each other, then down at the Australian, who is in a land of confusion.

DM: Uh-oh...

JB: Croc don't do it, dude!

Croc eventually gets back to his feet, and then obnoxiously pushes Colin Zale, before nearly falling down again. Zale lets out a slight chuckle and then grabs Croc by the hair. He hits a series of lefts and rights before tossing Croc in to the corner. Spyder then takes control, and takes Croc up to the top with him. The duo then hit The Body Hammer I – a combination of the Spyder's Bite and a Diamond Cutter!!!

DM: HOLY HELL! I THINK CROC JUST GOT DECAPITATED!

JB: He's out cold, Michaels!

The referee calls for the bell, even though the match is over, but this doesn't deter Colin and James. Upon the finalising of the Body Hammer I, Zale then executes an Elevated Chickenwing submisison on Croc, holding it for a few moments. Spyder then climbs the turnbuckle yret again, and waits for something. Meanwhile, Zale pushes up and out on Croc, extending him out parallel to the ground, and holds him there. Spyder then lets out a twisted laugh, and dives from the turnbuckle, connecting with a Guillotine Legdrop. Zale and Croc both sit out, adding extra force to the Aussie's face!

DM: Oh... my... God...

JB: I think Croc might be... Somebody call an ambulance please!

The ringside officials pile in to the ring as Croc lies motionelss apart from a twitching leg. Spyder and Zale shake hands and then turn to leave the ring. As they walk up the aisle, “Here Comes the Pain” by Slayer hits, as the EMTs and backstage staff run down to the ring, including President Mike Melling and CEO Johnny Dinucci, who both give looks of disbelief to Spyder and Zale.

DM: Croc needs some emergency attention here, ladies and gentelmen.

JB: I can't believe Zale and Spyder just did that to the guy!

DM: Let's face it, Jesy. He had it comin'. He should never have diresepceted them the way he did – he's his own worst enemy. But obviosuly, I pray that Croc makes a speedy recovery, I don't wish this on anybody.

Spyder and Zale watch from the top of the ramp as the crowd goes wild for them. The EMTs stretcher Croc out of the side door of the Kemper Arena, as Mutilation fades out for commercial.

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MAIN EVENT
NO COUNTOUTS AND NO DISQUALIFICATIONS
PPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP QUALIFYING MATCH #4

Riddick Andrews vs. Shane Kast

"Can't Stop" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers blares and Riddick Andrews makes his way down to the ring, focused and seemingly in his own world. He walks down at a moderate pace, with no expression and no response to the fans cheering him on. He steps into the ring and lazily backs himself into a corner, leaning with his arms on the top ropes. He spits a good-sized ball of saliva to the side, a first sign of response to the cheers from the fans.

JB: Riddick is as focused as a high school student taking the SAT!

DM: Uh... Yes, he's pretty well focused all right. This match should be an excellent one. Last week Riddick and Shane ended in a draw. But, not this week. This week it's no disqualification, no countouts. A winner will have to be decided in order to advance in the world title tournament.

"Getting Away with Murder" pumps up the crowd even more as Shane Kast makes his way down to the ring. He seems just as focused in as Riddick Andrews as he makes his way down towards the ring. Once ringside, he stares into the corner where Riddick leans, and the two pairs of intense eyes meet. Kast slowly steps into the ring, neither pair of eyes leaving the glare. Kast leans in the opposite corner and the intensity and anticipation for the match instantly grows as the two share a constant staredown. The ref in the middle of the ring takes a glance both ways, preparing to call for the bell. The bell rings and the arena dies almost to a hush in anticipation for this week's main event.

DM: Jesy, you can just feel this excitement. Two of the best wrestlers in PPW today, in my opinion, battling it out for a spot in contendership for the World Title. You know, I would almost go as far as to say that the winner of this match will be PPW's next World Champion. I say almost because there's still three other competitors that know wrestling like the back of their hands.

JB: Is it my turn to talk yet? I'm starving for attention.

They slowly step towards center-ring. After a few more seconds of staring one another over, the two lock up tightly in the middle of the ring. They fight for advantage. Riddick gets the strength on his side and slowly pushes Kast back into the corner. Because there are no disqualifications, the ref has no say in breaking the hold. Riddick breaks the hold anyway, seemingly in respect for Kast. The two cautiously release the lockup, and Riddick sends a hard chop into Kast's chest, the smack inspiring thousands to respond with a simultaneous "Whooo!" Kast holds his stinging chest and glances at Riddick, who smirks and slowly backs towards center ring.

JB: That sounded like a bottle rocket popping in the sky, Donovan!

DM: Indeed it did, and I think Riddick is happy with himself that he drew first blood with Shane Kast tonight. I'm sure he's hoping to alter Kast's rhythm here tonight. Last week, neither could mess up each other's rhythm, and we all saw how that ended up.

The two circle the ring and lock up again, tightly and aggressively. Riddick starts to get the strength back on his side again, but Kast pushes his way through and backs Riddick into the turnbuckle. They keep the lock up held tightly for a moment before they let go. This time it's Kast that stings Riddick with a knife-edged chop, again the arena responds: "Whooo!" Riddick immediately fires out of the turnbuckle and is backbody dropped to the canvas.

DM: Quick thinking by Shane Kast.

JB: I have a feeling that this will be a fast-paced match.

DM: That's one of the most logical things you've said tonight, Jesy.

Riddick stands and Kast speeds forward, only to be armdragged to the canvas. Riddick keeps the arm locked as Kast lies on his back. Kast kicks himself back onto his feet and locks Riddick's arm into a a wristlock. Riddick throws an elbow behind him and connects with Kast's forehead, allowing Riddick to escape the hold. Both men stand across from each other in battle ready position. The fans applaud the fast-paced action before them and the two relax for a moment, then take another lap circling the ring.

DM: You can tell the fans are appreciating the athleticism between these two men.

The two go to lock up, but Riddick outsmarts Kast and drop-toe holds him into the bottom turnbuckle face first. He immediately follows up by placing Kast's neck across the bottom rope and forcing pressure down, choking him with the bottom rope. A mixed reaction rises from the fans of PPW, but doesn't phase Riddick Andrews as he continues to blatantly choke Shane Kast. He finally lets go of the hold and pulls Kast up to his feet. He lifts him onto his shoulders and executes a death valley driver onto the canvas. He goes for the cover. 1... 2. Kickout from Shane Kast.

JB: Even I know that you won't be getting any quick pinfalls in this match!

Riddick goes back to Kast and pulls him up. He goes to irish whip him into the ropes, but Kast reverses it and whips him into the ropes instead. As Riddick bounces from the ropes, he sprints forward, and is thrown head first over the top rope by Shane Kast. His landing is awkward as he lands face first into the barricade, bending his body slightly off-center. The ref hurries out and checks on Riddick, who seems to be all right. Riddick stands to see Kast perched on the top turnbuckle. Kast moonsaults backwards and lands on Andrews, knocking him back down to the floor. The ref scrambles away before becoming part of the action.

DM: Excellent move from Shane Kast!

JB: Did you see how high he got!? Well... not quite as high as I've gotten, but...

Kast crawls up to his knees, pulling Riddick up with him. He whips him into the steel steps and Andrews hits them back-first, flipping backwards over them and off to the side. Kast follows up and pulls Andrews up again, snap suplexing him onto the steel steps behind him. Andrews bounces off the steps and falls back to the floor. Kast slides into the ring and lets himself get a breather.

JB: Not wise of Kast here, he should be following up using any means necessary.

DM: I agree, Jesy, Kast is letting Andrews get his air back. He needs to take it out of him as much as he possibly can.

Kast waits and Andrews begins to stand. He runs and jumps onto the top rope, springboarding and somersaulting forward. As he flips over to hit Andrews, however, Andrews nails Kast in mid-air with a steel chair shot that literally echos in the arena. Kast is sent flailing to his back hard on the floor as a piece of the chair flies into the crowd from the impact of Kast's skull against it. Andrews stares down at Kast's fallen body with a smile. He pulls Kast up and rolls him into the ring, sliding in himself. He makes the cover. 1... 2..Kickout from Kast again. Andrews stands, still feeling the effects of Kast's focus on his back.

DM: That was a hellish chair shot from Riddick Andrews.

JB: I knew Kast should have been smart enough to follow up on his moves.

He pulls Kast up and whips him into the turnbuckle. He follows up with a hard clothesline that keeps Kast groggy in the corner, then lifts him sitting on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up with him and, taken by surprise, is pushed backwards by a sudden burst of energy from Shane Kast. Andrews hits the canvas hard and Kast stands on the top turnbuckle. He leaps off and hits Andrews with a 450 Splash! He hooks the leg. 1... 2..Kickout from Riddick Andrews.

JB: I didn't know the human body could move so quickly... Especially Kast's...

DM: What's that supposed to mean?

JB: What?

DM: Nothing.

As Kast gets up from the pinfall, a very thin, small stream of blood can be seen dripping from his hair down his face. He pulls Riddick up and Riddick very quickly executes a downward spiral, pulling Kast's face to the canvas. Both men lie in the ring, recovering from the match thus far.

DM: It looks to me that Kast was cut at the top of the head by Riddick's vicious chairshot just a few moments ago, Jesy. Hopefully it isn't that bad of a cut.

Both men start to stand. Kast is the first one on his feet. Riddick gets to his feet and runs forward. Kast sidesteps, Riddick bounces off the ropes, and is nearly beheaded by a sidekick from Shane Kast! Riddick stumbles backwards, then falls back into the ropes, bouncing forward again, this time into a belly to belly suplex from Kast. Kast follows up immediately this time and applies the Kast of Pain! He only applies it for a few seconds, however, as Riddick struggles his way out of it.

DM: Riddick got his way out of that one, somehow.

JB: If I were Riddick, I'd just offer Shane a joint and call it a match.

Riddick tries to make his way back up to his feet with the help of the ringropes. Kast sprints forward again as Andrews gets to his feet. Kast goes to attack, but is lifted high into the air as Andrews catapults him over his head. The fans see what's coming and flee out of the way, allowing Kast to land in the first three rows of nothing but steel chairs and concrete floor. The fans around him start to chant enthusiastically.

PPW Fans: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Andrews climbs to the top and waits as Kast struggles to his feet, seemingly exhausted. Andrews leaps and nails Kast with a cross body that sends both men plummeting through the steel chairs. The loud chant continues and grows louder as both men lie in the fifth row, moving around in pain.

DM: My god! The carnage!

JB: You're funny when you're excited, Donovan.

DM: Did you not just see what happened, Jesy!? These two men have absolutely no regard for their bodies!

JB: Then give them a shot at the Bloodgames Title. I'm sure Jimmy wouldn't mind.

Andrews is the first to his feet. He slowly begins to pull Kast up by his head and neck. He's suddenly rocked on impact by a steel chair that Kast had had a grip on. The chair bounces off Riddick's skull and Riddick stares at Kast with fire in his eyes. Kast swings again, wrapping the center of the chair around his skull. Andrews, dazed briefly, jolts forward and clotheslines Kast into the air, Kast's body twisting in mid-air from the impact, and then landing chest-first onto the back of a chair.

JB: Now THAT is impressive!

DM: Christ, Andrews was seemingly uneffected by those chair shots. He just clotheslined the hell out of Shane Kast!

He pulls Kast up and pushes him over the barricade to ringside. He follows and then slides Kast's body into the ring, making the cover. 1... 2... Kickout at 2. Andrews rolls over and sits up, his arms propped up by his knees as he breathes through frustration. He stands and puts the boots to Kast. He picks Kast up again, but is whipped into the ropes. Kast follows up with a powerslam. He hooks the leg. 1... 2... Kickout at 2 1/2. kast goes to pick Andrews up, but is poked in the eye unexpectedly and he stumbles back in surprise.

DM: Come on, now! What's with the shortcuts from Andrews tonight!

JB: Hey, there aren't any rules. Anything goes in this match!

Andrews climbs to the ring apron. As Kast turns back around, Riddick springboards from the top rope and goes for a wheel kick. Kast ducks at the last second and Andrews lands on his feet. He turns around and is hit hard with a running enziguri from Shane Kast. Kast then applies an elevated crab, focusing his knee into the small of Riddick's back. Without uttering a scream of pain, however, Riddick tries to fight out of it. He finally manages to power out of the move, but only lies on the mat, holding his back as he grimaces.

JB: If Kast is smart here, he'll continue to work on Riddick's back like he's tried to do this entire match.

DM: I think these two men are having a fantastic match here tonight! The momentum has shifted too many times to count, Jesy. It could go either way at this point!

Kast pulls Andrews up and the two scramble as they lock back up into a grapple, aggressively trying to get the advantage as they lean into a corner. The ref tries to get the two of them to break up the hold, and gets what he asked for. The two let go at the same time and turn, double-clotheslining the ref out of their way, nearly taking his head off.

DM: Now THAT is not good sportsmanship by neither Kast nor Andrews!

JB: Calm down, Donovan. They just got caught up in the moment and the ref got in the way.

DM: Still, that's a PPW Official, Jesy. You can bet that they'll both be fined for that unsportsmanlike conduct.

Andrews shrugs and quickly tries to get the advantage. Kast ducks under a clotheline from Andrews and nails him with a release german suplex! He follows up and applies the Kast of Pain! Andrews tries to get out of this one, but Kast locks it in as tight as he can. Andrews refuses to tap as he struggles harder to get loose of the painful move. He screams in agony as Kast tightens the hold more.

DM: It doesn't matter here if he makes Riddick tap out, because there is no referee. He may as well let the hold go...

JB: Why? It's just putting more and more damage to Riddick's back. That's why I'd keep it locked in.

DM: Yes, you have a point, but all Kast is doing is wearing himself out.

Kast continues to keep the hold locked in as Riddick slows his struggling, exhausted. Kast finally lets go, exhausted himself from locking in so tightly. Kast climbs slowly to the corner, climbing to the middle rope, then the top rope. Riddick rolls over onto his back and just as he does so, Kast is leaping into mid-air, hitting a perfectly placed guillotine legdrop! Kast slouches to one side in exhaustion, not even bothering to make the cover.

DM: The energy that move must have taken, and Kast can't even make the cover because he was stupid enough to lay his hands on a PPW Official.

JB: I thought you liked Shane Kast?

DM: I like Shane Kast very well. I think he's a superb athlete. But, I don't care who you are. You can't lay your hands on a PPW Official without suffering the consequences. Both of these men know this, but the two got too caught up in the moment, as you put it, and took out the ref.

Again, Kast slowly makes his way to the corner to climb it again. He climbs to the top, but is caught offguard as Andrews trips him up and forces him to sit on the top turnbuckle to keep from losing his balance. Riddick climbs to the top now, and the two men start battling for position. Andrews seems to get the advantage, and suddenly Kast grabs Andrews by the neck and spins 180 degrees, executing a super northern lights driver that could be Kast's last burst of energy. Both men land on the canvas, and neither move.

JB: Holy-

PPW Fans: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

DM: OH MY GOD! SHANE KAST JUST HIT RIDDICK ANDREWS WITH COLIN ZALE'S "A FINE WAY TO DIE"!!!

JB: ..............

DM: ANDREWS DIDN'T SEE IT COMING! MY GOD, OUT OF FREAKING NOWHERE!

Shane Kast slowly makes the cover. No ref. The fans count for the referee:

PPW Fans: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX!

Finally, the ref regains his consciousness and crawls over to the pile-up. He makes the count. 1.......... 2......... 3! No! Andrews somehow gets a shoulder up just before the ref's hand hits the mat! A mixed reaction from the fans erupts in the arena. The ref is the first to get to his feet this time. Kast and Andrews very slowly make their way up to their feet. They exchange weak right hands and Kast finally manages to push Andrews into the corner.

DM: This is such an excellent match, ladies and gentlemen, I'm having trouble keeping my composure. Shane Kast had this damn match won!

JB: It ain't over yet, Donovan!

Kast climbs to the ring apron and climbs the top turnbuckle, still holding onto Riddick's shoulders as he makes his way to the top.

DM: What does Kast have in mind here?

Before Kast can do anything, however, Riddick climbs the top turnbuckle with Kast. He grabs Kast by his arm and just before he lifts him onto his shoulders, he seems to share a staredown with Kast for a brief moment. Then he lifts Kast into a fireman's carry into a sit-out powerslam from the top rope!

JB: RIDDICKULE!

Riddick lands on top of Kast and lays almost motionless across his body. The ref makes the count. 1... 2... 3!

JB: Riddick Andrews pulls off the win! He's the one that will be advancing a step closer to the world title!

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Riddick Andrews

DM: That was a helluva match, but I wish it would have ended the way it should have, Jesy. Shane Kast was so unbelievably close to winning that match. Regardless of how it could and might have been, this match was one of the best matches I've ever seen here in Pure Pain Wrestling. We'll see you next week, ladies and gentlemen, because we've run out of time! Thank you for joining us!

The scene fades out to Riddick Andrews lying motionless across Shane Kast's broken body with the PPW logo.

FADE TO BLACK

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