We head backstage and the fans go wild as they see Riddick Andrews in his locker room. He is sat on a chair his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped and pressed against his jaw. He looks down at the piece of paper that distinctly reads that all members of the PPW roster are barred from ringside during Colin Zale's speech later tonight. He is in deep thought as a pair of legs comes into the shot… Riddick looks up and prepares to stand.

Man: Please, remain seated…

Riddick doesn't speak.

Man: Musing over a plan gone bad Riddick? Mulling over the consequences of what you've cost me? What you've cost us…

He still does not speak.

Man: Do you realize how hard we all worked for this? How hard we all worked to get you into that position? Into a position where you could have destroyed Colin Zale forever? Removed one of the two biggest hurdles to our total dominance of PPW!? First Colin Zale… then James Spyder. You were our weapon… YOU were our advantage. And now it seems that even you are useless… as is your wife.

Riddick's gaze shoots up to the unseen face of the man before him.

Man: That is… unless we can find a use for you tonight. What do you think Riddick?

RA: Looks like I have no choice… yet again… right Master?

The crowd begins to boo at the sentiments of the man who has finally made his appearance on PPW Television. The Master responds smugly to him.

M: That's right Riddick. You have no choice. I've tried to be nice, I've tried to be fair but now I am threatening you Riddick. I will reveal myself to Colin Zale tonight. I will show him and the world JUST who I am… I will reveal to the world the dominance that is so near to sweeping through PPW. And when I do, I expect you to be at my side. Between us both, Colin Zale's end will be written tonight… You are personally invited to the ring during Colin Zale's speech tonight… It will indeed be one hell of a ride… And just so you know, your wife is here tonight… And if I even hear for one moment that you're looking for her… She will be killed. No questions asked…

Riddick looks up at the master one last time…

RA: Looks like I'll be there… I have no other option…

Riddick stands and walks past the master who doesn't move. His body shrouded in a cloak. He exits the room and as he turns around the corner he stops. He is face to face with something; we begin to fade out with one last sentence.

Voice: We need to talk…

DM: The Master is here…and he's holding the Sword of Damocles over the head of Riddick Andrews. Damn him ! It's just not right !

JB: Sword of Damowho ?

DM: Never mind Jesy. Even more interesting to me than the final unmasking of Riddick's "Master" is who that mystery person who met Riddick when he walked out of the locker room.

JB: I don't know, but I bet that we're gonna find out later !

DM: I have to agree with you Jesy, but first we see Slayne Demonio and Shadow in one on one action.

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

DM: Shadow looks ready to go.

Slayne stalks out onto the ramp as the riffs from "Downfall" blares. Slayne makes it down to about mid-ramp puts his arm about half-way outstretched raises it to chest level and then the entrance, ramp, and ring explode in pyro.

JB: Slayne does too. Shadow is going to have a hell of a fight on his hands Donnie.

In the ring these two men begin to size each other up, Slayne is slowly stalking Shadow waiting for him to make the first move. Shadow then does a timeout signal and begins to unlace and re-lace his boots. Slayne stands with his left hand resting on his hip and stamping his foot impatiently. Letting out a yawn, Slayne decides that he is tired of waiting and runs towards Shadow who is down on one knee with his boot off and raises his knee up into his face snapping his head back like a twig sending him down hard to the mat.

DM: What a cheap shot by Slayne Demonio, a man's head isn't made to bend back that way. This match could be over before it even gets started.

JB: Your so wrong Donovan, I see this being a classic match in the spirit of some of the greatest contest in history. Some of them were a bit lopsided…but that's beside the point.

{In the ring Slayne wastes little time going back on the offensive, he mounts the downed Shadow and begins to pound him repeatedly with some right and left fury punches. The ref breaks the hold because Shadow is half under the rope, when the hold is broken and the two are separated Shadow rolls out of the ring and begins walking up the ramp. Before the ref can start the 10 count Slayne rolls out after him and chases him back into the ring. Because Shadow was the first to get back in the ring as Slayne slides in he begins to kick him to pin him to the mat. Slayne jumps up from the kicks and is Irish whipped into the ropes, he ducks the initial clothesline attempt from shadow and as he bounces off the other set of ropes hits a flying clothesline. Stunned shadow is quick to get back to his feet before being taken right back down with a hard DDT. Shadow is down and seemingly out as Slayne drags him to the center of the ring and applies a head scissor neck lock.

DM: I really though Shadow was going to rebound from his slow start because of the cheap shot, but he really seems to be overmatched here. Do you think Shadow has a chance to get back into this match?

JB: {Talking on his cell phone} No mom you weren't supposed to eat those brownies I baked, I used my own special recipe to complete them. You aren't able to handle all the ingredients!

After a good 15 seconds of the hold Slayne decides to break it and tosses Shadow into the corner. He then climbs to the top turnbuckle and executes a picture perfect tiger bomb a.k.a The Demonisizer. Slayne then follows this up with a quick nonchalant cover. 1…….2…., Shadow manages to get a shoulder up. Slayne covers again this time wrapping the leg 1……..2………., Shadow manages to kick out yet again. Frustrated now Slayne picks up Shadow in a fireman's carry position, with a quick thrust he send Shadow over his head dropping him neck first onto his carefully positioned knee.

DM: What a modified neckbreaker, all Slayne has to do is make a cover and this one is over.

JB: {Still talking on his phone.} I don't care how hungry they made you; you didn't need to eat the whole pan!

Slayne is no longer interested in ending this match quickly, he begins to taunt Shadow by kicking him lightly in the head as he begins to make his way back to his feet. Still a bit dazed he appears groggy as Slayne bitch slaps him. This proves to be a gut check moment for Shadow who begins landing some right and left punches, one after another seemingly gaining the advantage. Once he feels he is able he goes for a hard clothesline but Slayne ducks it and sends his opponent neck first into the turnbuckles with a release german suplex. Shadow is really favoring his neck now, as Slayne smells blood helping him up and sending him right back to the mat with a sleeper backbreaker. Shadow is quick to get back on his feet favoring his neck before he is sent right back to the mat with a hip toss backbreaker. Now to follow up, Slayne gets down on one knee and extends it like he is proposing to his opponent, he grabs Shadows neck in a camel clutch like hold and bends it back over his extended knee. Shadow is screaming out in pain.

DM: The damage has already been done damn it, just end the match already before you end this youngsters career.

JB: Mom you had best not scratch my Pink Floyd CD's, I don't care how trippy they seem to be to you now. You should just go to bed because you have obviously eaten too much sugar.

The ref rolls down on the mat to check on Shadow, just before he is ready to submit Slayne breaks the hold and sends him back to the mat hard with a neckbreaker. Rather than follow up on this, Slayne stands in a three point stance in the corner waiting for and motioning his opponent back to his feet. When this finally happens he breaks Shadow in half with the Hellseeker. Slayne looks down at Shadow with a confident smirk and signals that the match is over, positioning him for the Devour Driver. He lifts the groggy Shadow up easily and executes it with a ring shaking thud. Now with a quick cover, 1……..2…………………, no Slayne pulls up Shadow's head before the three count. The ref is arguing with him, but Slayne pushes him aside and locks in the Life Syphon on Shadow. Shadow screams out in pain before becoming silent and still, the ref checks him and he is out cold. He signals for the bell but Slayne refuses to break the hold. The bell continues to ring as another ref makes his way to the ring helping to force Slayne break the hold. Once the hold is broken, Slayne heads towards the outside of the ring, however before he climbs out he stops short and walks back into the ring. The refs try to stop him but he just shoves them out of the way and hits another Devour Driver on his opponent before leaving the ring.

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY SUBMISSION - Slayne Demonio

DM: That was certainly a brutally impressive victory by Slayne.

JB: Yeah, not to mention really short. Shadow looked like road kill right out of the gate.

DM: Unfortunately for him he looks like road kill now. I'm getting word from the back that once Shadow is gone from the ring that we can expect a visitor.

The crowd waits with anticipation as Shadow finally makes he way to the back with the assistance of a small squad of referee's. After they make it through the curtain the crowd begins to loudly stir with excitement.

DM: It looks like we're ready.

JB: Here we go.

The fans suddenly erupt as "Here Comes The Pain" by Slayer hits! Colin Zale makes his way out to the rampway but not in his normally invincible state. He has a slight limp and noticeably holds his ribs every once in a while. The respect for the legend is shown as Zale slowly walks to the ring to a chorus of cheers. He climbs the steps and enters the ring before taking a mic.

CZ: Thanks for that warm reception; it's good to be here in front of all of you great fans.

He pauses for a moment and smiles as the fans drown him out with a thunderous cheer, nearly shaking the building from the vibrations. Zale stands silently for over a minute as they do so before finally raising his hand to gesture for silence. When the fans finally settle down he shakes his head and says thank you, although the cheer is so loud that it's still drowning him out.

CZ: The last time everyone saw me I was being carried out on a stretcher by paramedics after Riddick Andrews and I beat each other viciously in one of the most brutal matches in PPW history. I gave you all the "thumbs up" as I was taken out to thank you all for all the support that you've given not only me, but also PPW.

The crowd once again bellows loudly, drowning him out right before he gets to say whatever he was going to say next. He stands and tilts his head to the side with a smile on his face, holding his hand out palm up. They finally die down again and Zale straightens his head up and raises the mic again.

CZ: I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't still a bit sore from the experience, but I wouldn't have traded it for anything in my career. It's too bad Riddick isn't here right now…

Zale doesn't get the chance to finish as he's drowned out again by a combination of boos and cheers. He puts the mic back up in front of his mouth and holds up a hand for silence.

CZ: Wait a minute there folks, I understand that some of you don't like Riddick too much because of his behavior at times during his stay in PPW but I have to say that I wish he were here right now…

He pauses for a moment and takes a breath, wincing a little as he lets it out and putting his left hand to his side. When he speaks again his voice is somewhat pained and he takes a couple of extra breaths between words. Many of the fans respond to his actions with cries of concern.

CZ: As you can see folks I'm still a little banged up from the "Tower of Fear" match, I don't heal quite as fast as I used to but I'm still able to mix it up with anyone in PPW…as you saw at Conquest.

He pauses again with another wince on his face, taking a moderately deep breath before he continues.

CZ: It's too bad Riddick isn't here right now, in fact no one has seen him since Conquest. I wish he were here because if he was I'd offer him my hand.

The crowd drowns him out again, cheering wildly at his mentioning of offering Riddick "his hand". He smiles and shakes his head, once again waving his hand with a smile on his face. When he continues his amusement is obvious in his voice.

CZ: I said "my hand", not "my fist". There is quite a difference between the two as everyone knows. It may make most of you unhappy to hear it, but I'd offer to shake his hand if he were hear right now because he put up one hell of a fight and manhandled me like no one has since my original wars with Jim. You all know that is a compliment that I don't pay lightly. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that Riddick is Jim, but he did a lot more than anyone, myself included, thought that he would.

He paused again and his smile quickly disappeared, as did all the kindness from his voice.

CZ: Speaking of Riddick I have to address his business with his "Master".

The mentioning of the mystery person who had been manipulating Riddick for the last couple of months drew the instant ire of the crowd, an ire that matched the look on Zale's face and the tone in his voice.

CZ: I have my thoughts on who you are but using Riddick as a weapon against me isn't going to get what you want done. How did it feel for you to sit there and watch your chosen weapon lose to me ? Sure, he beat the holy hell out of me but he didn't get the job done. I'm not that easy to beat and it disgusts me that you're so gutless that you have to use as promising a young talent as Riddick to do your dirty work for you. It would be in your best interest for you to show yourself to me soon because if I have to hunt you down you're not going to like what follows it when I find you…I guarantee that. What I did to Riddick and Lightning at Conquest will look like nothing compared to what I will do to you. If you need a visual aid then I suggest you pay attention to what I do to Lightning when I finally cut that mouthy little punk down to size.

Colin Zale is cut off as "Slither" by Velvet Revolver hits and the crowd instantly boos as CEO Johnny Dinucci, President Mike Melling and former Chairman Jim Grande make their way out into the arena together. They all signal to the crowd with a sign of indifference as they reach the ring.

CZ: I must say, for once I must congratulate the smallest amount of spine the three have you have just shown… although the fact that there are 3 of you detracts from the grand total of spine that there will be laying before me on the mat once I am done with you all…

JD:: For once Colin, shut the hell up and let me speak. You may want to kill us all right here right now, leave us beaten and bloody… but I'm sure that you're more interested in just who has been holding Riddick Andrew's to ransom over the past 2 months or so…

Zale shows his sarcastic streak…

CZ: The intrigue has absolutely crucified me John boy…

Dinucci's face momentarily flushes with aggravation at being called "John Boy" as Jim Grande points at Zale and yells at him not to refer to his boss that way. Zale responds with about as blunt an answer as one can give…he points right at Grande and gives him the ol' "high sign". Grande flushes with rage and leaps up and down on the ramp way as Dinucci and Grande try to calm him. The two finally get him calmed down and Dinucci looks back to the ring.

JD: Well it should have. First of all, I would like to personally announce that each and every member of the PPW roster is barred from ringside. They were all notified earlier tonight… all except those who have been personally invited to the ring by either myself, Mike or The Master… because right here, right now I would like to introduce to you…

"Downfall" by Children of Bodom hits and the fans sit in stunned shock.

JD:: SLAYNE DEMONIO!

Slayne makes his way out to the ring slowly; Zale cracks his neck… but as ever, shows his endless patience by not moving as he reaches the ring. Slayne climbs the steps and enters the ring. He takes the microphone from JD before Zale moves.

SD: Woah, woah, woah Colin… slow down big man. This was nothing personal and before you attack like the wounded wolf that you are, I would appreciate a moment to tell you why I did what I did and why I manipulated Riddick to go further than he ever wanted to go. Yes, he wanted to fight you, yes he wanted to beat you but it was ME who guided him to destroy you… and now, for the explanation…

Can't Stop by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers hits, the crowd, for the first time ever begin to boo Riddick Andrews as he makes his way to the ring. The smile on Slayne Demonio's face is only rivaled by the unmoved look on Colin Zale's face, despite the challenging odds. The music cuts as Riddick enters the ring.

SD: Riddick, Riddick, Riddick. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me. I am somewhat disappointed that you chose to interrupt me. But still, I knew you'd be here. You're just in time for me to tell Colin all of the reasons why we're about to destroy him tonight…

Riddick extends his hand which Slayne goes to shake when Riddick suddenly withdraws it and points to the mic. Slayne clenches his teeth momentarily before handing over the microphone.

RA: Yes, Colin… everything you've heard tonight is true. For the past few months I have been guided by Slayne Demonio, ever since his demise in PPW after I whipped the living hell out of him at Nuclear Winter…

Slayne's teeth clench again.

RA: I have been living a life of fear and agony. I have waited every night to hear that my wife is dead or alive based on what I choose to do and what I choose not to do. Tonight was no exception. I failed in the task that was set out for me… to end your career.

Riddick's eyes lock on the crowd who begin to chant "Sell out" at him.

RA: I failed in that task because of my respect for you, I failed in my task because you were the better man and most of all I failed in my task because I didn't WANT to even think about ending the career of such an established superstar. I was willing to put my well being and my wife's life on the line to prevent that. But tonight… things have changed…

Riddick's eyes move down to look at the mat.

RA: For months, I have walked out here every single night. For months I've worked my ass off in this ring and I have waited for one thing… the one goal I could never quite achieve until tonight… to get you people to boo me. Tonight, for the first time ever you people hate me… and I have to be absolutely honest when I say…

Riddick's eyes lift from the mat and meet those of Colin Zale.

RA: I hated every moment of it…

DM: What!?

Slayne begins to mouth the words "What are you talking about!?"

RA: You see, I did indeed say that circumstances had changed tonight Slayne… I did indeed say that tonight I wouldn't put my well being and my wife's life on the line. And that was because of the meeting I had outside my lockeroom with a man who I have never, for one moment thought could possibly be my ally…

Riddick looks up at the Purepaintron and Slayne slowly turns and what he see's turns the look on his face to one of pure anger. He sees each of his personal army of security guards on the ground unconscious and Riddick's wife being untied… by James Spyder! The crowd goes nuts as in the ring, Riddick Andrew's backs up until he is standing side by side with Colin Zale. Slayne Demonio slowly slips behind Melling and Dinucci pushing them forward. Dinucci is caught in the hands of Colin Zale and Melling in the hands of Riddick! Two right hands by each superstar sets up for Riddick to kick Melling in the stomach and nail a jumping Piledriver as Colin Zale quickly nails the "Extreme F'N Headache" on Dinucci!

DM: MY GOD! THE CO-OWNERS OF PPW HAVE JUST BEEN DESTROYED!

Jim Grande quickly tries to escape the ring but Riddick grips him by his trousers. The crowd goes wild as Riddick pulls him back into the ring and forces him into the corner. He begins to shout in his face from about an inch as Zale moves to the outside of the ring. He walks to the announce table and Jesy Blue stands, joint still in hand… he reaches under the announce table and pulls out Zale's Cane!

DM: WHAT THE HELL JESY!?

JB: Dude, he scored me some gooooooood weed…

Zale gingerly rolls back into the ring and gets to his feet, he turns around as Riddick pulls Grande out of the corner and pushes him towards Zale. Zale kicks Grande in the stomach and lifts him up, he sets up for the Rude Awakening with the cane is set under Grande's jaw as Riddick rolls out of the ring. He grabs a steel chair from outside and rolls back into the ring. He stands up and winds the chair back smashing the chair into Grande's face. Just after the connection, Zale falls backwards nailing the Rude Awakening, Grade's face hitting the mat and the Cane snaps into his throat!

DM: THIS IS SICK!

JB: That's what he gets for saying my commentary sucks…

Riddick throws the chair to the outside; Zale slowly gets to his feet, the two men, for the first time come face to face. Riddick grabs a mic…

RA: This has been fun Colin, but you and I both know that our paths will meet again. So right now, I want to do exactly what I should have done last night… but I couldn't get it done…

Zale momentarily braces himself for a fight, until Riddick extends his hand. Zale smirks, looking down for a moment before finally they shake; the crowd goes wild as "Here Comes The Pain" by Slayer hits. We fade out to commercial.

DM: Ladies and gentlemen due to a lack of contact with PPW Offices from both superstars this match has been cancelled. We'll find out more about this on the next Mutilation.

MATCH CANCELLED

DM: We now go to the back lot of the arena for the Bloodgames Title match between current Champion James Spyder and the challenger "The Aussie Icon" Croc. You have to wonder just how much Croc wants this Jesy because while beating Spyder would immediately send him to the upper echelons of PPW it would also mean that he'd have continually get those looks that he's so proud of messed up every time he defends the Title. I for one don't think that his heart is going to be totally in this. Your thoughts on that ?

JB: I don't think anyone should ever be happy to face Spyder in this type of match; he lives for this violence and brutality. I expect Croc to be looking for some way, any way to bring this to a speedy conclusion.

DM: I agree with you on that Jesy and we're about to find out because the feed is ready to go.

The view suddenly changes to one of the back lot of the arena where Croc stands looking around with a nervous look on his face and a board in his hand. Suddenly a voice comes from behind him and he nearly jumps out of his boots as he spins around to face it.

V: What're you going to do with that Croc ? Even for a mouth as big as yours that'd be a little large to use as a toothpick.

The voice is dripping with mocking sarcasm and when the camera turns it shows the current PPW Bloodgames Champion James Spyder standing with his arms folded across his chest and an obnoxious smirk on his face. Croc looks at him and sneers angrily at him, raising the two by four in front of him. Spyder just looks at him and smiles snidely.

JS: Go ahead and hit me with it, you get one free shot.

Spyder holds his arms behind his back and leans his head over, Croc wastes no time in taking advantage of it by raising the board over his head and bringing it down onto Spyder's head and upper back. The board shatters loudly and splinters fly everywhere. Unfortunately for Croc Spyder barely flinches at the hit, instead standing straight up with an evil smile on his face. Croc looks less than thrilled by the site of the smiling Bloodgames Champion.

JS: Awww…too bad Croc. That just wasn't enough. You did give it the good ol' college try though.

Croc responds to this by rearing back and lashing out with his right foot, aiming straight for Spyder's groin. Spyder easily sidesteps in and indifferently kicks Croc's leg out of his way. His response is anything but indifferent however as he follows up the kick with a vicious lunging clothesline that connects so hard that it spins Croc around in the air in a three sixty before depositing him painfully onto his face on the pavement. Spyder bends over and grabs him by his hair, roughly jerking him to his feet and yanking his head back so that they are face to face with each other, Croc staring fearfully into the maliciously grinning face of his opponent.

JS: It's my turn now.

Without further comment Spyder immediately spins Croc around and slams him face first into the side of a car, leaving a dent of Croc's face in the side of it. He pulls Croc back and looks at him with an evil smile because Croc looks like he's half way into another world. Spyder immediately spins around with Croc still in his hands and lets him go. Croc staggers and spins back for a few inches before stumbling back around to face Spyder just in time to nearly get his head removed by a vicious running superkick. The move connects with a vicious sounding crack and violently snaps Croc's head backwards, knocking him to the ground. Spyder stalks over to him and hovers over him like a hungry predator for a moment before lifting up his boot and driving it down into the solar plexus of "The Aussie Icon". The move drives the wind from Croc, exploding from him in a loud "woosh". Spyder bends and grabs Croc around the neck with both hands, pulling him cleanly off of the ground with a standing double hand choke hold. As he does so he takes in his surroundings, looking for the next place to punish his egotistical opponent.

JB: I wonder if that person's insurance is going to pay for the imprint that Croc's face made in it ?

DM: Somehow Jesy I think that's probably the least of Croc's concerns right now.

Spyder walks a few steps when Croc kicks him in the stomach, momentarily pausing his forward motion. Spyder almost immediately straightens up and resumes his stride as Croc kicks him in the stomach again and vainly tries to break the monster's grip around his throat. Spyder responds to the second kick by tightening his grip around Croc's neck. The loss of air begins to turn Croc's face a dark shade of red and he looks like he's about to pass out when Spyder laughs evilly and breaks into a run.

DM: Uh oh…

JB: No Spyder…don't do that !

Both men know that the plea is meaningless, both because Spyder can't hear them and because even if he could it would only motivate him to hurt Croc even worse. Spyder charges towards the back platform, running up the stairs before leaping off of the loading dock and slamming Croc down painfully onto his back on the metal bed of a parked flatbed trailer with a diving chokeslam. Croc lands with a sickening crunch and visibly winces in pain.

DM: Oh...my...

JB: Well, He made his bed....now he lies unconscious in it.

Spyder stands up and orbits the now razed body of Croc. He starts to laugh and then cuts himself short and goes into a gaze. There was something moving over on the other end of the lot and Spyder's eyes locked onto it. He stalked away leaving Croc to lie in his act of depravity. He went at steady speed and then charged at the doorway where the motion took place, laughing the whole way. He went through the doorway and looked around, nothing. Spyder, in confusion, starts sifting through several curtains and boxes. He stops a pedestrian employee and grabs him around the ring of his collar.

JS: Where is he ?!?

The crew member is trembling so bad that it causes him to stutter.

Staff: W-w-w-w-h-o??

James becomes irritable and shakes him.

JS: The person that was just here !

The crew member begins to shake his rapidly back and forth and shrugs.

Staff: I d-d-didn't see anyb-b-body.

DM: What the hell is Spyder doing? There was no person there...I'm thinking James might have wondered into your room, Jesy.

JB: .....

Spyder tosses the shaken man aside violently and looks around. He eventually gives up his search and heads back out the doorway. A garbage can is sent forcefully to the back of Spyder's head, as Croc had been waiting for him atop of several crates. Spyder falls to his knees as he is struck once more now across the back. Croc strafes to the front of Spyder and pulls back the trash can and brings it down. It comes to a halting stop as Spyder raises his forearm to block the shot. Spyder stands up while Croc still has it on his forearm and punches the can, which ricochets back up to Croc's face.

DM: Croc seemed to almost catch some steam but just wasn't able to come through.

JB: Yeah, if you're planning on taking the Spyder man out, You better bring it harder then that.

James walks over and starts to drag Croc by his hair with both of his hands. Croc crying out in pain starts to kick forward trying to relieve some the pull on his hair. James pulls him to the front of a hood of what appears to be some kind of Ford. He slams Croc's head into the one of the head lights, which now causes the steady flow of blood to begin down Croc's face.

DM: Croc will be very un-happy while that scars heals..

JB: Definitely, he's going to...uh oh..

When Jesy cuts off, Spyder lifts Croc into a military press. He takes a few steps back as Croc dangles helplessly in air. And Spyder rears back....

JB: He's not....?

DM: .....Going to..?

Upon the reel back, Spyder hurls Croc at the car's windshield like a javelin. Croc smashes head first (although he manages to cover his head with his arms) through the glass and then lays motion less.

DM: This.....this has to be stopped! Spyder is damn near murdering him.

JB: Croc knew what he was getting himself into with this....There is no "too far" in this division, although, I think Spyder is starting to invent it before our eyes.

Spyder starts to mosey away and starts to rummage through different materials over in the corner of the lot. He picks a chair and a table and begins to make his way back to Croc. He sets the table up beside the car, and lies the chair on the top.

DM: Dammit Spyder..Just pin him, he's been broken enough...

Spyder climbs onto the hood and drags Croc up to his feet and gets under his arm, Set-up for the Spyder's Bite. He's laughs up to the ceiling and just as he does, Croc pushes away and hits a clean cut Croc Kick. Spyder's neck snaps back and he stumbles, tottering over the edge of the car before falling through his own table creation. Croc climbs down from the hood and crawls over to the slightly idle body of James Spyder.

JB: Where... in the hell ..did that come from?

The bloody faced Croc pushes a side of the table away as he lies clumsily across the body of Spyder. The ref slides into view for the first time and starts the counts…

One....

Two.....

Thre...

Spyder's right shoulder jolts up just as the refs hand is about to touch concrete. Croc rolls off onto his back and places his hands onto his face and appears to weep. Both men make it slowly to their feet. Croc charges with a clothesline as Spyder ducks, catches him under the arm, and snaps on the Vertebral Snap. Spyder appears to go to pin, but he gets second thoughts and in a fury walks over and starts grabs the chair, opens it and sets it by the car. He then walks over and picks Croc up and once more drags him over to the hood of the car. Croc is grasping his spine and groaning in pain but Spyder pays no attention. He further drags Croc up to the very top of the car where he sets Croc's head into between his legs...

JB: The end may be near for Croc.

DM: No...he's come out of this kind of situation once, he can do it again!

Spyder lifts Croc's lower torso up and dives off with a cradle piledriver! The chair doesn't stand a chance as it bends in on itself.

DM: Jesus, the Devil Driver!....He might have broken his damn neck!

JB: Sick stuff man....

Spyder pushes over the lifeless body of Croc and pushes down his shoulders...

1...

2...

3...!

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - James Spyder

Spyder stands up and his hand is raises by the ref who hands him his title, Spyder pushes him away and walks angrily away. Leaving the ref confused.

DM: Another successful, yet brutal, victory for James Spyder...

JB: It confuses me how Croc will even be able to breathe after this....

Winner of the match by pinfall and still PPW Bloodgames Champion: James Spyder

The competitors are already in the rings as "Fucking Hostile" by Pantera starts to die down. Ghalleon and Samhain are circling the ring around the awaiting Cobra and Baldur. Ghalleon meets Samhain on the other side that leads to the entrance. Samhain whispers something to him, and Ghalleon whispers something back. They nod in approval to one another

DM: They seem to be devising some sort of plan..

JB: Good thinking..Neither of these teams have experience with each other..reminds me of last night..

DM:.....what ?!?

JB:..Ehh..let's just call the match

Ghalleon and Samhain charge at the apron and Cobra and Baldur move forward to meet them, but Samhain stops at the apron as Ghalleon goes in, in a result, when Baldur and Cobra come to attack him, Samhain is waiting outside to grab them both by the ankles and pulls them out. He starts to deliver stops to both men as Ghalleon rolls back out starts the attack on Cobra, while Samhain takes Baldur. Samhain throws Baldur in the ring, leaving Ghalleon to beat on Cobra.

DM: A pretty clever move on the part of Samhain and Ghalleon

JB: Yeah, way to use their own arrogance against them

Samhain throws Baldur into a corner and starts to release a flurry of right hands, but as Samhain takes a pause, Baldur capitalizes by sending a boot to his mid-section and then another to final cause him to double over. Baldur hoists himself to the top turnbuckle, in a sitting position, before leaping off and hitting a very clean swinging DDT. The sound of Cobra making contact can steel can be heard in the background as Ghalleon sends him flying into the steps. Back in the ring, Baldur starts to work on the neck of Samhain with a laying down sleeper hold.

DM: Baldur has gained the upper hand on Samhain

JB: But his partner is being shown the disadvantages of gravity by Ghalleon.

Samhain, using his bigger size and strength, works himself back to his feet while Baldur still has the sleeper hold applied. In a quick motion Samhain throws Baldur up on his shoulders and drops him with a Samoan drop. He gets back to his feet and hits a few consecutive knee drops on Baldur. He brings Baldur back up to his feet, throws him to the ropes and hits a version of an STO where he applys the palm of his hand to Baldur's face

DM: Nice move by Samhain

JB: That's gotta do some wicked damage to the back and head.

Samhain once again pulls Baldur to his feet, but Baldur reaches in for low blow that the referee misses due to him occasionally checking on Cobra and Ghalleon, which as been evolved to Ghalleon choke tossing him against the ring post. In the ring, Baldur has just finished planting Samhain with a piledriver and has now resorted to applying a rear chinlock.

DM: Baldur really working on that head and neck area, possibly weakening him for the Ragnarok.

Baldur voluntarily releases the hold and starts to stomp on the head of Samhain which he then follows to series of rapid-fire elbow drops. Ghalleon slides into the ring and chop blocks Baldur and delivers a couple of stomps before being forced out by the ref. Ghalleon does as told and on his stance on the apron, he beckons for the tag. Samhain jumps over and does so. Ghalleon now gives Baldur a series of stomps. Then drags him to his feet and tosses him in the turnbuckle, he follow for a clothesline but Baldur ducks it and drop kicks Ghalleon in the sole of his back, which causes him to bounce back off of the turnbuckle, Baldur rolls him up but doesn't pin, instead applies a leg bar. After a few moments of pain, Ghalleon fight his way to the ropes and grabs hold, the ref forces Baldur to break . Baldur pulls Ghalleon to his feet, pushes him to the corner and sets him on top. Baldur lays him out with huge super back drop. His partner Cobra finally makes it to his corner.

JB: I see that Cobra finally remembers where he is, which is good, Baldur need a breather.

Baldur thinks about the tag but doesn't go just yet, He lifts Ghalleon and hits the Ragnarok, he runs over and dropkicks Samhain and then scurries over to pin Ghalleon.

1...

2..

Ghalleon kicks out, Baldur frustrated pins again,

1...

2..

Kick out!

DM:: He just couldn't put him away with that move!

JB:.......it's a hanging suplex....

Baldur walks over and tags Cobra in, and goes to the outside. Not seeing and angered Samhain stalking around the ring, instead pays attention to the in-ring activity. Samhain stares at the back of the of Baldur as Baldur stares at Cobra, once again being on the receiving end of a Ghalleon beating, and trying to cheer him on. Without hesitation, Samhain turns his back to Baldur, steps back and grabs him and viciously throws him in a powerbomb style into the PPW Spanish announce table, crashing through and bouncing off a tv monitor.

DM: .........

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

In the ring, Ghalleon puts Cobra in a full nelson, lifts him up and places him on the second turnbuckle, then hits a vicious Dragon suplex.

DM: THE PERFECT BLUE!...After the chaotic move by Samhain, Ghalleon hits his finisher!

Ghalleon goes for the pin.

1...

2...

3..!

WINNERS OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Ghalleon and Samhain

The ref raises Ghalleon's hand in victory while Samhain stays outside the ring and stares the diabolical damage he had done.

DM: My god...Ghalleon and Samhain get the victory...

JB: Truth be told, neither one of their opponents will be feeling that good in the morning.

DM: Well, we've been waiting for this match all night Jesy, the Television Championship match between Shane Kast and the current champion Dark Lotus. Lotus defeated Baldur at Conquest for that belt, and that match itself was excellent.

JB: Yes, well, you're always talking about how excellent matches are, so it's hard to distinguish between which matches are actually good, and which just suck.

"Getting Away With Murder" hits and Shane Kast makes his way out to an eruption of cheers. Kast walks down the rampway and slides into the ring. He stands, poses for the fans, and then waits for PPW's Television Champion to make his way out.

DM: Kast has been on an overwhelming streak here in PPW with his undefeated 4-0 Record. At Conquest he really impressed everyone with his endurance and strength. Perhaps this week he will continue on his path of perfection!

JB: You sound like you were paid to do that little line right there.... were you?

DM: No?

JB: Oh... I think you were...

The lights dim to complete darkness as "Dead Bodies Everywhere" blares. A spotlight shines as Dark Lotus makes his way slowly down the rampway, the PPW Television Championship slung over his shoulder. He steps over the top rope and stares at his opponent as the lights return to normal.

DM: I'm excited for this match, Jesy.

JB: I bet you are... *Rolling his eyes*

The bell sounds as Kast and Lotus share a staredown. The two then step forward and meet in center ring. They go to grapple. Lotus throws a knee up into Kast's gut and whips him into the ropes. He follows it up with a big boot hitting Kast squarely in the jaw. Kast falls to the canvas and Lotus wastes no time. He climbs on top of Kast and begins pounding his fists into his skull. Finally he steps off of him. Kast starts to get up. DDT from Lotus! Kast lies on the mat, getting a breather. Lotus stands and leans against the ropes, waiting for Kast to stand again. As he stands, Lotus charges forward and rams his knee into Kast's head. Kast falls backward and once again is laid out on the mat.

DM: And Lotus is really taking it to Shane Kast here in the beginning minutes of this match.

JB: No kidding. Somebody didn't eat their Wheaties this morning.

Lotus leans against the ropes once more, taking his time as Kast groggily regains his composure. Kast stands now, and Lotus takes a step forward. The two are face to face. Lotus reaches out and slaps the taste right out of Kast's mouth. A roar of "Ohhh!" simultaneously pulses in the arena. Kast stares at Lotus, trembling with anger. Lotus reaches out to slap him again, but is blocked, and immediately forced backward by a big headbutt from Kast, who follows it up directly with a T-Bone Suplex. He goes for the pin. 1...2- Barely a two count before Lotus kicks out. Kast lifts Lotus up and goes to whip him. Lotus instead holds on and whips Kast into the ropes. Kast baseball slides under Lotus. He wraps up to do a German Suplex. Lotus elbows him in the head, spins around him, and hits a Pinning German Suplex! 1... 2.--kick out at 2 by Shane Kast.

JB: Eh... not bad so far, I don't guess.

DM: Tremendous fast-paced action here tonight, folks!

Lotus picks Kast up by his hair. Kast falls loose, and drop toe holds him into the mat. Following up, Kast rolls the drop toe hold into the Kast of Pain! Lotus, the stronger, larger man, powers out of the submission after only a few seconds. Lotus stands and Kast is waiting for him. He jumps and nails Lotus in the back of the head with a perfectly placed enziguri! Lotus falls to his knees and before he can fall face first to the canvas, Kast has raced up and grabbed the back of TDL's head, applying a Dragon Sleeper. TDL, weakened a bit, and awkwardly bent backwards, struggles to get free of the submission.

DM: Man, these two athletes look great out here tonight, Jesy.

JB: Yeah... I guess so. I'd rather see mudwrestling between two chicks!

DM: You're a pig...

Lotus strengthens and begins to bridge upward, powering out of the dragon sleeper. Kast kneels hard before Lotus can power out anymore, and the middle of TDL's shoulderblades connects with Kast's knee. Kast then reapplies the dragon sleeper, gripping tighter so Lotus cannot move.

DM: That was a helluva backbreaker by Shane Kast!

JB: I will admit, that was nearly as cool as watching two les--

DM: All right, that's enough.

JB: I said almost, Donovan. You know I'd rather be watching the latter.

Again, with a little more than half of PPW's fan base supporting him, Lotus begins to bridge upward, this time with success. He spins and nails Kast with a Northern Lights Suplex! Kast's body crashes into the canvas as both men lay, moving slowly. The ref begins the ten count. 1... 2... 3...

JB: Nice way of getting out of that hold by Dark Lotus. Perhaps that's why he's our Television Champ.

DM: Perhaps...

The two men struggle to get to their hands and knees. ...6 ...7 Lotus gets to his feet. A second later, Kast gets up as well, but is only knocked back down by a ferocious clothesline by Lotus. Kast rotates in mid-air and lands awkwardly in the middle of the ring. Lotus grabs Kast up by his head and neck as the fans take turns chanting "Let's go Lotus!" and "Let's go Shane Kast!" Lotus wraps a hand around Kast's neck and smiles as the fans erupt with cheers. He lifts Kast high above his head. And chokeslams him down to the ring!

JB: Pits of Hell!

DM: My god, that could do it!

Lotus makes the pin. 1... 2.. Kickout by Kast! Lotus now picks Kast up again and signals for his finishing maneuver. He lifts Kast onto his shoulder, in position for The Darkness. But Kast pulls his weight back and is trying to lift Lotus back into tombstone position. Lotus fails to budge. Kast, thinking quickly, grabs Lotus by his head and falls backward, executing a picture perfect reverse DDT. He goes for the pin. 1... 2.. Kickout from The Dark Lotus. Kast quickly hops onto the top turnbuckle. Wasting no time, he moonsaults from the top, spins an extra 180 degrees, and guillotine legdrops The Dark Lotus from the top turnbuckle!

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

DM: UNBELIEVABLE! THAT HAS TO BE IT!

Kast makes the cover. 1... 2... 3-No! Lotus kicks out just in time! Kast slaps the mat in frustration, but manages to smirk a little as the fans begin chanting again.

PPW Fans: This is awesome! This is awesome!

Kast once more climbs to the top and sits perched, waiting for Lotus to stand. Lotus stands and Kast jumps over Lotus, looking to roll into a sunset flip. Lotus catches him on his back! He hooks his arm around one of Kast's legs, and cradles Kast's head in one arm, then sits down and hits the emerald fusion!

JB: That's the move he used to defeat Baldur! Look at Kast, he seems to be out cold!

Lotus goes for the cover. 1... 2... 3. That's it. No! Kast had a foot on the rope! Only a two count! Lotus jumps up and slaps his hand in frustration, glaring at the referee. He sighs, deciding he can't do anything about it, and picks Kast up again. He whips him into the ropes. Kast flies forward to wrap his legs around TDL's neck. Lotus ducks and pushes Kast's momentum behind him. Kast's feet hit the top rope, and Kast recovers beautifully by bouncing from the top rope and moonsaulting back into the ring and grabbing TDL's head into a DDT on the way down! The fans erupt! Kast goes for the cover. 1... 2... Kickout at the last split second by Lotus!

DM: What will it take! Christ, this is a great match, folks! Both men have on the never-say-die attitude tonight!

JB: This is simply just too fast-paced for me.

Kast sits up and struggles to his feet out of exhaustion. As he leans against the ropes to take a breather, Lotus begins to get up as well. Kast bounces off the ropes and sprints forward, only to be stopped dead in his tracks by a spear from Lotus. Lotus follows up slowly, picking Kast up and throwing him into the ropes. Kast is then victim to a powerful spinebuster. Lotus goes for the cover. 1... 2... kickout from Kast. Lotus grabs Kast up and picks him up onto his shoulder.

DM: Here it comes! The Darkness!

Kast slides off TDL's shoulder and falls back, bouncing himself forward from the ropes. Just as Lotus turns around he's hit with the Shining Wizard! Lotus falls backward onto the mat. Kast quickly climbs to the top. Before he can jump, however, Lotus is beginning to stand. Lotus quickly makes his way over and positions himself to climb backwards up the ropes! He stands on the middle rope and puts Kast back onto his shoulder.

DM: Oh no...

JB: We could see The Darkness from the middle rope!!

Lotus then steps up cautiously one more rope higher. The two are now on the top turnbuckle with Lotus in tombstone piledriver position. He jumps forward. In mid-air, Kast somehow uses the momentum to flip over and invert the move completely. The two land, but with Kast performing a piledriver instead of The Dark Lotus! Lotus lands on the back of his head, and bounces up once, then lands on his back.

JB: Kast-22!

DM: From the top turnbuckle! In mid-air, Shane Kast countered the tombstone piledriver into a fire thunder driver of his own! It all happened so quickly, it was hard to tell what was going on, but my GOD what impact it had!!!

Kast goes for the cover. 1... 2... 3!!! Shane Kast wins!

WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Shane Kast
Shane Kast Is The New Television Champion!

JB: We have a new Television Champion!

DM: And what a helluva match we had for it!

The crowd begins to buzz in anticipation of the upcoming State of PPW Address. The whir of conversation is suddenly broken by "Control" by Puddle of Mudd and for the first time tonight, the crowd explode in appreciation of the PPW Chairman Quentin Barnes.

DM: What a reception for the Chairman of the Board!

JB: This dude is the highest paid, high powered SOB in PPW!

He makes his way down the ramp immaculately dressed as always. His face however is not the usual picture of joy and fun. His eyes are focused on the ring and his manor is all about business. He steps up into the ring and takes a microphone from the ring announcer.

QB: Cut the music… Cut the music…

The music cuts out and the fans full appreciation can be heard, a deafening roar for the returning Quentin Barnes.

QB: Ladies and gentlemen I stand here before you this evening as the PPW Chairman. I have the most power in this company and that being said I also have the greatest responsibility to the company, the shareholders and the fans.

DM: Shareholders? Melling and Dinucci?

QB: I have taken it upon myself to counteract a myth that has been portrayed to all of you fans out there for the last 16 months. Not just by Dinucci and Melling but also by me… Quentin Barnes. Contrary to popular belief, this company has never been "Co-owned". The fact of the matter is that when I began this company, I myself had 34% of the shares, Johnny Dinucci had 34% of the shares and the remaining 32% of the shares have been spread to various investors. I myself sold my 34% to Mike Melling, however, in the beginning when Johnny and I began this venture we made it clear to the Board that they could have full control of the business side of PPW while Dinucci and I took control of the Wrestling side. They agreed and that was the agreement for a long, long time. When I left PPW, JD became greedy… he wanted total power… hence the reason that he took great lengths to remove the Chairman of the Board from his position. When he did that, all agreements between the board and the majority shareholders were declared null and void.

JB: Dude I dunno if it's this weed I be smokin' but this crap ain't makin' no sense.

DM: I can't see what relevance this has to any announcements to be made tonight Jesy…

QB: You may wonder why I'm telling you this… Well here is the reason. The Board of Directors and also the remaining shareholders have been somewhat upset by the conduct of said CEO and President of this fine company of ours. I've been locked in almost 2 weeks of discussions with other members of our board and it is with great regret that the Board voted unanimously that from now on, all of the responsibilities of running this company will be shared equally…

JB: Still going over my head Donny…

QB: That means that all wrestling decisions will only be made with my agreement, and say so. All business decisions will only be made with my agreement and say so. Basically ladies and gentlemen… any decision made by me is final. No alterations, no discussions… I have the binding vote…

DM: BARNES IS IN FULL CONTROL!?

QB: Now I know, that seems a little unfair when, quite clearly, the fortunes of PPW have upturned in the last couple of months… So, it is my binding decision that Melling and Dinucci will continue to run the show… I cannot remove, cancel out or delete any decisions that they as a DUO make. Their 64% is more than enough of a majority to carry out any decisions they wish to make. However, I am able to adapt, change and manipulate their decisions as I see fit. They, however, cannot manipulate any decisions that I make.

DM: Quentin Barnes is laying down the law in a completely fair way here Jesy!

JB: Wait, so… does this mean Quentin is Chairman?

DM: You're incorrigible…

The fans pop at the prospect of Quentin Barnes' control.

QB: Now, onto greater things… more positive notes. I was more than happy to see the two men who performed so heroically in the main event of Conquest thumb their noses at the previous regime with an ass whoopin' usually reserved for OJ Simpson's late wife. It is was with great sadness that I found that Colin Zale's six month rolling contract had not been renewed and was due to end one week from now…

The crowd boos at the realization that they could be losing one of their heroes.

QB: That was until I spoke to Colin and personally signed him to a long term contract!

The crowd go wild at that announcement.

QB: The same, however, could not be said for Riddick Andrews. Riddick Andrews has never had a PPW Contract. As such, Riddick has been working for our company independently. This is definitely partly my fault. When he began he was on trial, his trial ended the night that I left this company. However, somewhere along the lines his permanent contract was lost. This means that Riddick can at any time be fired by either Dinucci or Melling…

Another loud set of boos by the crowd…

QB: That was until I spoke to Riddick and offered HIM a long term contract!

The crowd again goes wild for the announcement…

QB: Now with those pleasantries out of the way, it's time to get back into that match making mindset yet again. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I am about to name four singles matches that will take place over 2 shows... two weeks from tonight and 2 weeks after that. But before I announce said matches I am going to explain the whys, how's and wherefores. Almost nine months ago, Pure Pain Wrestling saw its last ever PPW World Championship match. Since then, that title has been shelved. It was a decision made by Johnny Dinucci and Jim Grande to make the title worth something again. One of the good decisions Dinucci has made in his tenure as CEO.

The crowd pop for the cheap shot at Dinucci.

QB: As Chairman of the board, I see many people who can and will make the World Championship mean something again, I remember watching Johnny Dinucci tell the world that he wanted someone to earn their shot at the World Title… and I think that there are eight people in PPW who deserve their shot at the gold.

The crowd go wild for the announcement.

QB: Now, this isn't going to be your usual run of the mill tournament. No, no, no… This is going to be four qualifying matches. Those qualifying matches will take place two weeks from now on Mutilation and 2 weeks later. In match 1, Colin Zale will go one on one with Slayne Demonio, in match two Shane Kast will go one on one with Harmony Taylor, in match three James Spyder will take on The Dark Lotus and in match four Riddick Andrews will take on Lightning.

The crowd explode for the four massive matches that were announced to be taking place two weeks from tonight.

QB: After that one night, the eight will be whittled down to four. The final four PPW superstars… Say, Colin Zale, Shane Kast, The Dark Lotus and Lightning… Those four superstars will then compete in a series of Tag Team Matches… These Tag Matches will take place over three weeks leading up to out next Pay Per View Annihilation. These Tag Team matches will take place as follows:

Now, this will work by a series of points awarded. Three points will be awarded for getting the pinfall, two for being on the winning team, one for not getting pinned and nothing for getting pinned.

The table would stand like this:

1 - Kast = 6 2 - Zale = 5 3 - TDL = 2 4 - Lightning = 1

In this case Shane Kast and Colin Zale would go on to the Main Event of Annihilation and fight for the PPW World Championship!

The crowd goes wild at the name of the Championship…

QB: The two remaining combatants would not have lost out completely. No, no, no… You see, THEY would go on to Annihilation and fight one on one for the Number One Contendership for the World Championship. From next week, we will see the return of the belt…the number one prize in PPW. And I'm begging someone… ANYONE… to step up to the plate and break the curse… and if you ain't heard about this curse… then you have no idea…

Crowd: AND YOU NEVER WILL!!!!

Control by Puddle of Mudd kicks in yet again. Barnes saunters around the ring taking in the applause and adulation of the fans.

DM: WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT! THE RETURN OF THE HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! THE BEGINNING OF A NEW ERA! QUENTIN BARNES MAKING THE DECISIONS TONIGHT! PPW WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN! GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY WE'LL SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!

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