Mutilation Results
LIVE January 28th 2004
from the the Greensboro Coliseum, Greensboro, North Carolina!
We're backstage in the Greensboro Coliseum, where JD is stood with William Stone.
JD: Where the hell is Silver?
WS: What's the big deal? He doesn't turn up we win by forfit, he does turn up I kick his ass...
JD: That's not the point... Draven is through by default, I didn't want the same thing happening in my tournement again. I wanted you to punish him.
WS: So where is he?
JD: Jail...
Dinucci's phone starts to ring.
JD: Hello? Ahh yes Hello Gina... Ok, well put him through... Hello? Silver... Where the hell are you!?... Look I don't CARE what's happening... I'm warning you, if you don't get here well before your match there will be some SERIOUS consequences... Good bye...
Dinucci slams the lid of his phone down as we fade out...
Superstar by Saliva hits as PPW Mutilation kicks off LIVE on TNN from the Greensboro Coliseum, Greensboro, North Carolina! The pyro's explode and the crowds go absoluty wild as the first round of tournement action starts tonight!
DM: WELCOME EVERYONE TO PPW MUTILATION WHERE WE KICK OFF THE BATTLE FOR SUPREMACY WORLD TITLE TOURNEMENT! I'M DONOVAN MICHAELS YOUR RINGSIDE COMMENTATOR!
JG: And I'm Jim "The Bomb" Grande!
DM: We're gunna kick off the night with some first round tournement action! Colin Zale Vs De Marco Ryne!
Tournament Match 1
Singles Match
Colin Zale Vs De Marco Ryne
Complete darkness fills the PPW arena. A few seconds of hesitation pass and the lights start to flicker on and off, at a fast tempo. “Get Inside” by Stone Sour begins to play over the PA system. Starting off quietly and gradually getting louder. Grey and white speckles slowly but surely filter on the PurePainTron, raining down from the top of the picture in a snow like affect motion. The speed and frequency of the grey and white speckles starts to pick up the pace a little, seemingly following the music. The name De Marco Ryne flashes up on screen then explodes as the chorus kicks in. As this happens huge red and blue pyro erupt from the entranceway with a mighty crash. Previews of De Marco handing out punishment and taking some seriously sick bumps plays on the PurePainTron as a figure emerges. He slowly walks to the ring, looking around with a look of suspicion playing on his face… The fans greet him with a mixed reaction…De Marco approaches the ring and slides in with no fear under the bottom rope. The possible look of suspicion changed firmly into a mask of confidence. He heads for a corner and jumps up in one swift movement, raising both arms firmly in the air with his head facing the floor. After a moment or two he hops down and paces around the ring until the music fades out.
DM: Quite an impressive entrance by Ryne.
JG: Yeah…One of the boss’ must have confidence in his abilities…
"Burning Inside" by Ministry blears from the Public Announce system, and Colin Zale saunters down to the ring to a huge pop from the fans. He has a grin on his face as he slides into the ring and catches sight of Ryne…a look that clearly shows that he thinks Ryne is-
DM: Fresh meat.
JG: I was thinking the same thing…
The bell sounds and Zale and Ryne lock up in the middle of the ring. Ryne takes Zale down with a arm drag which he maintains and changes into an arm bar. Zale uses his legs to kick up and out of the armbar, then turn around and nail Ryne in the head with a boot before Ryne can get back to his feet. He drops a knee into the back of Ryne, then bounces off the ropes for what looks like a jumping knee drop. Ryne rolls out of the way and out to the floor and Zale catches himself and stops from hitting the canvas. Zale slides out of the ring and goes to maintain the pressure. He goes to clothesline Ryne from behind, only to slam face first into the barrier as Ryne drops down and catches him with a drop toe hold.
DM: Ryne was playing possum!
JG: Possum…are you from the South now?
Zale looks dazed as Ryne picks him off the barrier and tosses him hard into the steel steps. He then picks him up again and slams him face first into the announce table. Zale falls to his knees as Ryne rolls back into the ring to break up the 10 count. He climbs to the top rope and flies off into a crossbody only to be caught by Zale and slammed hard with a front power slam! Zale looks around with a wild look in his eyes…and grabs a steel chair from behind the announce table…
DM: They’re a little too close to comfort…
JG: Yeah…
DM: If you keep your mouth shut they won’t hit you like Kris did…
JG: …Shut up you…
Zale goes to swing the chair at Ryne…only to have the chair pulled out of his hand by the referee…
DM: The referee is admonishing Zale for trying to use an illegal object…Zale is like a hardcore legend!
JG: Good referee…
Zale glares at the referee…then at JG.
JG: Bad referee…BAD!!
Zale grins slightly, then his eyes cross as he falls to his knees. Behind him stands Ryne with the steel chair in his hand. The referee goes to call for the bell, but then “Eat You Alive” by Limp Bizkit interrupts as CEO Dinucci steps out on the entrance stage.
JD: “Oh…Zale…this match is a hardcore falls count anywhere match…I guess I forgot to tell you and the ref…”
DM: That son of a bitch!
JG: What a brilliant call!
Dinucci walks back to the backstage as Ryne starts wailing away with the steel chair. Ryne turns around to taunt the fans.
DM: ZALE IS BUSTED OPEN!
Ryne turns around to slam the chair into Zale again, only to hit the announce table as Zale rolls out of the way. Ryne turns around and gets nailed by a clothesline from Zale…Zale goes and looks under the ring apron…and withdraws a very familiar object…
DM: ZALE HAS HIS SINGAPORE CANE!
JG: No…not good…
DM: BUSINESS IS ABOUT TO PICK UP!!!
JG: Dude…that line blows…
DM: Yeah I thought so too….I was just trying it out…
Zale picks up Ryne and rolls him back into the ring…then tosses the steel chair into the ring and follows with the Singapore Cane firmly in hand. Ryne gets to his feet, and Zale tosses him the chair…Ryne puts his hands up and catches it only to get it slammed in his face as Zale whacks it with the Singapore Cane! Zale grins at the crowd, then starts slamming the Singapore Cane across the back of Ryne repeatedly!
JG: I’m gonna be sick…
DM: Me too…
Zale picks up Ryne and sits him on the top rope…the crowd roars! Zale runs to the opposite corner, then runs toward Ryne and hits him in the head with the cane…Ryne rocks a little on the top rope…
DM: I think Zale is trying to knock him out of the ring….
JG: Yeah…he’s already succeeded on knocking Ryne out…
Zale repeats the running hit…with Ryne falling backward almost falling off the top rope, the only thing stopping him is a weak grip on the ropes…
DM: Once more and Ryne’s going to fly…
Zale nods at the crowd as he raises the Singapore Cane in the air…the crowd roars again…
DM: Wait!! They’re not cheering Zale!
JG: What are you talking about??
DM: There’s someone in the ring!
A man dressed in black slides into the ring and crouches in the corner…Zale goes to run back across the ring not realizing the man is there, only to be knocked clear across the ring by a devastating superkick from they mysterious man!
DM: OH MY GOD!
JG: That looked a lot like the…
Zale flies across the ring and lands in the corner that Ryne is sitting on…Ryne pushes him away from the corner, then stands up and leaps off the turnbuckle into a beautiful shooting star flip. On his way down he catches the staggering Zale around the head in a front face lock. Before Ryne can drill Zale’s head into the mat…the man in black slides the steel chair across the ring and directly in between Zale’s head and the mat. There is a loud and sickening thud as Ryne drives Zale’s head into the steel chair in a DDT!
DM: SICK!! A SHOOTING STAR FLIP INTO A DDT INTO A STEEL CHAIR!!!
JG: Not even Zale can get up from that!
DM: He calls that the High-Ryne!!
Ryne covers Zale for 1…2…3!!
WINNER OF THE MATCH AS A RESULT OF A PINFALL -DE MARCO RYNE!
Ryne makes his way to the back as Zale starts coming around groggily…he looks up to see the man in black standing at the entrance way…the man in black removes his mask to show none other then -
DM: TRE CRAWFORD!
JG: I KNEW THAT SUPERKICK LOOKED FAMILIAR!!
DM: He really did Make Him Look!
Tre’s, music plays and he grins at Zale, then walks backstage as EMT’s rush to the ring.
Cuts to commercial for Coke flavored Coca-Cola…what a novel idea!
DM: Well up next we are scheduled to have the match pitting Liana verse Verafai Omega, although we have heard rumblings of...
'Cant Keep' by Pearl Jam suddenly blares as the crowd await in anticipation, Verafai Omega then appears through the curtain, although he is dressed in casual navy jeans and a hooded jumper in a shade of brown. His mask covers his face as he walks to the ring with the help of a pair of aluminium crutches.
DM: This is what I was talking about.
Omega uses the crutches to lift the weight of his body up the steel stairs and into the ring before he motions for a mic.
VO: As i'm sure you've all gathered by now, this picture speaks a thousand words. Unfortunately due to the actions of ahem, Blake Selters, last week on Mutilation, I suffered severe tendon damage to my right ankle, and thus will be unable to compete in my match with Liana here tonight.
The crowd let out a solid round of boos.
VO: I really don't have much else to say... Well, aside from this. Blake Selters, until you made the gutless decision to quit this past week, you were a marked man my friend, if you think you got the better of me last week you're dead wrong, you merely through a match on the fire, but since you're no longer an issue, someone is going to have to pay for what you did, my advice to the whole roster is quite simple, watch your back.
'Cant Keep' by Pearl Jam blares once more as Verafai hobbles out of the ring and makes his way backstage.
DM: Interesting words from Verafai Omega there... We'll be back after these words with our next match!
We fade to a conmmercial for Ice, the greatest way to cool down hot things!
Tournament Match 3
Singles Match
Jesy Blue vs. Adz
All the lights go out in the arena as a deep harmonized voice begins laughing over the PA, then speaks:
"ARE YOU READY? BRING ON THE SMOKE. TURN OUT THE LIGHTS. CAN YOU FEEL THE ENERGY? I SAID CAN YOU FEEL THE ENERGY?! OKAY. NOW... GET READY TO LOSE YOUR MIND. GET READY TO LOSE CONTROL. NOW... YOUR A VICTIM... OF HARDSTYLE!"
blue strobe lights begin flashing to the bassline. Jesy Blue comes out wearing green baggy UFO pants and a big furry hat carrying glowsticks, which he tosses into the crowd, and has a neon pacifier in his mouth.
DM: Jesy awaits Adz...
Bring me to Life starts to play and lights start to flash. When the words 'Wake Me Up' hit, Adz walks out slowly, arms aloft. By now, the whole arena is going crazy and chanting his name as he reaches the ring.
The bell rings and two begin with an old fashioned pushing contest. Jesy quickly gains the upper hand and hitting him till he hits the ropes. The ref calls to give Adz a little room, but instead Jesy whips him into the ropes and runs into cloths line him. Adz ducks and stands behind him, waiting till he turns around before drop kicking him in the chest.
DM: Nice move there by Adz, but Jesy Blue was great in the build up to that cloths line.
JG: It only matters when they pay off pal!
Jesy, stunned staggers backwards as Adz advances on him. Adz punches Jesy in the chest and into the ropes where he continues to punch him the crowd count along and Adz pauses on number nine going for a big punch instead of another short blow. Reaching backwards Jesy seizes the opportunity and digs his forearm into Adz’s gut. Winded Adz is bent double and staggering back Jesy comes out and grabs him in a head lock. And DDT’s him into the ground.
JG: Ouch!
DM: That one nearly busted the mat!
Jesy bounces back up and raises an arm to the audience. Licking the corner of his mouth he looks toward the floor. The crowd cheer in anticipation of his next move.
DM: Looks like Jesy Blue knows what he’s doing!
JG: Well, that obvious! I think we all know where he’s going!
Jesy quickly digs his foot into Adz’s exposed gut. Adz rolls over in agony while Jesy runs to the corner and eagerly climbs the ropes. He turns and jumps into the centre of the ring without looking, elbow dropping the shin of Adz.
DM: Smart play by Jesy there working particular areas.
JG: Isolating the legs is always a good strategy.
Adz rolls over and grabs a rope, he grips the second rope eventually aiming to climb up them and onto his feet. Jesy stand behind him waiting for him to stand. Adz stands and goes to turn, Jesy executes a roundhouse kick on him just as he turns, but Adz blocks and catches his leg, Jesy follows up with the other leg knocking Adz straight to the floor!
JG: Walked straight into that one!
Adz stands up again dazed, he rubs his eyes and regains his view just in time to see Jesy coming at him with a stabbing kick to the face, he ducks and Jesy’s leg goes through the ropes and he gets himself in a tangle!
DM: can Adz capitalize on this great opportunity he’s got here?!
Adz still with the momentum of his dodge pushes his elbow into Jesy’s back and then pushes his head into the turnbuckle with his other hand. Holding him there he continues that treatment a couple more times and then pushes his palm into Jesy’s forehead and pushes him backwards, Jesy still tangled in the ropes falls backwards and hits the deck in an unflattering manner. Arse over face now Jesy tries to roll onto his side in order to regain his composure. Adz kicks him in the thigh and then again the lower calf. Jesy Blue reels in pain and rolls onto his back gripping his legs and stretching it out about him!
Adz hooks the leg and goes for the pin!
JG: NO WAY! Adz is trying for the pin!
DM: Fantastic strategy! Get your opponent to leave the leg hook open!
1 kick out before the ref even slammed down a two. Adz gets up and shakes the ropes in frustration. Jesy rolls about and sees Adz’s back turned, he kicks him hard and sharp in the back of the knee, and Adz falls to the ground.
DM: Jesy forcing Adz to the floor in a very unorthodox manner there!
Now with both wrestlers on the floor Jesy spins around on the mat and kicks Adz in the face with a stamping motion and again in the arm and then he arches himself up and edges forward before raising his leg and bringing it down upon Adz’s chest like a guillotine.
DM: Jesy is spinning around on the mat like some kind of break dancer!
JG: And he can arch his back like Jenna Jameson!
DM: … who?
JG: Never mind…
With Adz winded Jesy stands and raises both arms into the air, he then waves them around and eventually leaves them pointed in the direction of the nearest turnbuckle.
DM: Is this it?
JG: Time for Adz to feel Jesy Blue’s ‘Rollin’?
DM: Could be!
Jesy walks over to the turnbuckle showboating all the way, he ducks under the third rope and takes a last look at the crowd who’ve started a cheer of “Roooolllin; Rooooollllin!” He climbs the first turnbuckle and looks over at Adz still reeling from those three grounded kicks. He climbs the second and cups his ear, the crowd get louder. He climbs the third and final one. He mockingly stretches his arms licks his finger to check the wind.
DM: Jesy better be quick Adz might already be ready for him by now!
JG: Well the crowd aren’t keeping it a secret are they?
He swings his arms back and forward and bends his legs. Then finally he goes for it the 450 corkscrew splash!! With Adz lying on his side Jesy goes for his midriff flipping over in the air before slamming his elbow into Adz’s exposed gut. He gets onto his knees and raises his arms the crowd are cheering like mad. He rolls Adz onto his back and goes for the pin
DM: Perfectly executed move!
1
JG: I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody do it better!
2
JG: Except me…
3!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - JESY BLUE
We fade to an ad for Jordan & Jenna’s “Miracle Breast Reduction Bra!”
DM: We go now, Live to Austin, Texas to the home of Quentin Barnes, where he waits to be interviewed. Hello Mr. Barnes!
Barnes is sat on his couch in his home with his leg up on his reclining chair!
QB: Please… Call me Quentin.
DM: Quentin… First things first, how’s the knee?
QB: It’s on the mend… By Battle For Supremacy it should have heeled fine!
DM: And is it true that you wont be on TV until that point?
QB: That is true indeed… I need to avoid any risks to my knee for it to heel properly!
DM: And what are your feelings towards Tre Crawford?
QB: Good question… Well, as many people know, I do not hold a grudge. Little point in harbouring feelings of resentment. It festers and lingers deep inside, eating away at you until a point where it consumes you completely… Which is what happened with me when I became Nemesis…
DM: So you wont be seeking retribution?
QB: No, I shall treat Tre no differently to any other man or women on this roster. After all, he inadvertently helped me…
DM: And what have you thought of the show so far?
QB: It’s been interesting… Not a huge fan of Dinucci’s interfering, but that’s what he does and I’m in no position to stop him…
Barnes’ phone starts to ring…
QB: Excuse me… Hello?… Yes this is President Barnes… What!?… Who the hell attacked him!?…
DM: Ladies and gentlemen, we have just been informed that Trent Silver, 1 of the 2 participants in our next match has just arrived at the building. He was also, instantaneously beaten down and has had to go to hospital!
QB: And you saw William Stone leaving the scene?… Ok… Thanks for your help.
Barnes hangs up his phone.
DM: So M…
Barnes holds up his finger as he calls another number.
QB: Hey… Where are you?… Really!? Great… I need you to start a little earlier than we planned… Like… In the next match?… You’ll be ready?… Great! I look forward to it…
Barnes’ hangs up his phone again!
DM: Mr. Barnes… This is a big change to the card. Could you tell us who the new opponent is?
QB: Well… I’ll let you all into a little secret…
Static replaces the picture as we lose the feed…
DM: Can we get it back? No?
JG: Damn! This is big Michaels!
Tournament Match 4
Singles Match
??? Vs William Stone
The lights drop leaving the arena in Darkness, as the beat hits, Strobe Lights flicking rapidly. "Reload" rattles the Arena and the lights fade to a blood red. Red and Silver Pyrotechnics Blast from the Staff, leaving Ramp shrouded in Smoke. As the smoke Clears William Stone appears walking slowly and confidently down to the ramp. His Ankle Length Leather Coat Swaying around his Leather Pants, and Black Silk Shirt. He looks around with a rye smirk, then slides into the ring. As the lights adjust to their regular state. Unusually, Stone looks more anxious at the prospect of who he will be fighting!
DM: I think Stone could be a little worried...
JG: Mystery Opponents usually do make you nervous...
RA: And his opponent...
The guitar riff starts out quietly and flames apear on the big screen. The drums kick in and the flames rise and pyro hits out in shots of three; red white and royal blue.
RA: ERIC GUNNER!
Eric Gunner walks out to the top of the ramp and lifts hit arm in the air, as he lowers his arm two fireworks falls from the arena roof and onto each side of the ramp. The Crowd explode in anticipation of Eric Gunner, after 3 years without a match! They hit as Gunners fist falls to his side and he begins his walk to the ring.
DM: ERIC GUNNER IS IN PPW! I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!
JG: THIS IS BIG MICHAELS!!!
Gunner rolls into the ring and jumps to his feet. These 2 men, both from Brixton in London look each other in the eyes. Stone more relaxed after the initial shock of seeing his opponent! After a moment, the bell sounds and the 2 lock up in the centre of the ring, but Gunner wins the battle shoving Stone to the mat!
DM: Great strength shown by Gunner… But you have to wonder if he’s got a little ring rust after being out of action for so long!
JG: Let’s hope not… I want to see Stone kick the crap out of a fully useful Gunner in the ring!
DM: You’ve changed your tune…
JG: Hey, he’s on Team Dinucci… That’s cool!
They lock up again, this time Stone ducks behind and spins out hitting a heel kick to the back of Gunner’s head! Gunner falls to his knees as Stone takes control with a snap Suplex! Gunner gets to his feet before being caught with a T-bone Suplex!
DM: What a great start to this match!
JG: Yeah, Gunner’s getting his ass whipped!
Gunner gets to his feet as Stone stands on the far side of the ring setting up for a side kick… Gunner turns round as Stone shuffles and extends his foot! Gunner ducks and Stone’s leg goes over the top of the rope and gets caught!
DM: Chance for Gunner here!
JG: NO! NO!
Gunner pulls Stone back and kicks him in the stomach before lifting him up into the air and slamming him to the mat with a huge Powerbomb! Stone’s hand instantly holds his shoulder, the injured shoulder he was favouring the week before!
DM: That shoulder could have been damaged further by that fall from the ladder last week also!
JG: Very astute of you!
Gunner keeps in control as he climbs to the top rope and waits for Stone to get to his feet. Jumping off, he wraps his legs around Stone’s neck and hits a Dragonranna!
1… 2… NO! Stone gets his shoulder up!
Gunner jumps up to his feet and runs towards the rope, jumping up into the air and rebounding off the middle rope, Gunner flips in mid air and hits an Asai moonsault from the inside of the ring landing square on top of his fallen opponent!
1… 2… NO! Stone kicks out again…
Stone starts to get to his feet as Gunner takes total control! He hooks Stone’s head under his arm and lifts him up in the suplex position. Holding him there for a moment before bringing Stone down head first to the mat!
DM: BRAIN BUSTER!
JG: Man that was brutal!
DM: That could have done some serious damage after Stone was left unconscious last week!
1… 2… NO! Stone just gets his shoulder up for a third time!
Looking to take advantage, Gunner looks to the crowd and signals for the Double Tap Stamp! He climbs to the top and waits a moment, before jumping off and flipping! He hits the mat on both feet as Stone rolls out of the way! Gunner looks to have hurt his knee as Stone gets to his feet, steps back, and connects with the Superkick taking Gunner to the ground!
1… 2… NO!
DM: Near fall from Stone! Gunner looked like he was out!
JG: So close!
Stone takes advantage again, lifting Gunner to his feet he comes from the far-side ropes and takes Gunner down with a crescent kick! Stone takes over more by pulling Gunner up and nailing a Snap Tiger Suplex!
1… 2… NO! Near fall again!
Stone stands looking angry as Gunner slowly gets to his feet! Stone whips Gunner to the far-side of the ring and attempts a clothesline, Gunner ducks the first and the second attempt and on the third rebound he nails a swinging leg Scissors taking Stone to the ground!
DM: What a comeback by Gunner!
He continues to take control by snapping Stone’s head into the ground with a DDT! He climbs to the top rope again, and signals for the Double Tap Stamp again! He dives off flipping through the air and stamps both of his feet into the chest of William Stone!
1… 2… 3!!!!!
DM: NO! SO CLOSE! THE REFEREE SAYS IT’S A 2 COUNT!
JG: What a match up!
JD: HEY! Gunner!
Eric Gunner looks up to the Purepaintron where the CEO is stood…
JD: You do know your just another Quentin Barnes puppet? Something else to fuel his ego trip?
Gunner starts to shout at the screen!
JD: But the truth is… Puppet… Your strings are about to be cut!
From behind, Stone locks in a Sleeper and drops to his stomach, smashing Gunner’s head into the ground!
DM: STONE TO ASH! STONE TO ASH! STONE TO ASH!
Stone this time goes to the top rope… And dives off with a Senton Bomb, smashing his body against Gunners as he makes the cover…
1… 2… 3!
DM: IT’S OVER! GUNNER GOT SCREWED!
JG: You better believe it!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL- WILLIAM STONE
Stone staggers to his feet and poses to the crowd. Gunner starts to get to his feet… Stone doesn’t see this as he continues to pose to the crowd. Looking pissed, Gunner attacks Stone… Stone turns and is caught with a hurricanraina! Stone is flipped over and slides to the outside of the ring! His head hits the ground…
DM: That isn’t going to do him any good…
JG: Obviously dumbass…
Gunner rolls to the outside and lifts Stone up… He moves the Kickboxing star to the guard rail and offers his face to the crowd! Slaps come from left and right catching him across the face!
DM: THE BIG SLAP! GUNNER GETS HIS REVENGE!
JG: THIS SUCKS!
The crowds cheer as Gunner drops Stone on the outside and returns to the ring! He holds his arms up in celebration as we fade to a commercial for Mastercard… One Bottle of Jack Daniel’s, $20, One Extra Large Pizza with all the extras, $6, One packet of Mints to cover up the smell, $1… Puking all over the bonnet of your parents new Car… PRICELESS!
We go backstage to see someone dressed in a big black parker jacket with the hood up and black jeans, the person takes out a big brown envelope from under the coat and places it on the floor, leaving it just outside Liana’s locker room. The person knocks and leaves quickly. Paige answers the door and sticks her head out, looking left, then right, then moving back into the room she shuts the door. We go to inside the room.
L: Who was at the door?
Lia comes out from behind a screen in the corner of the room, after her match with Omega was cancelled....
P: No one…
Dylan and Lia look at each other confused.
L: Okay then…
There is another knock at the door and this time Lia goes to answer it, she opens the door to see Krazy Kris standing there, wearing light blue jeans and another GC logo t-shirt, holding the big brown envelope in his left hand.
KK: Hey…I think this is for you…
He held it out and Lia looked it at it biting her lip.
L: Hmm… Well… Nice wrapping I must say… Thanks hunni…
She turns, walking back further into the room and Kris goes to follow, but Dylan has gotten up and is standing infront of him.
D: Sorry… No screws on the side allowed in here, you’ll have to check my sister out later, bye now…
With that she puts her hand on his chest and pushes him backwards out of the door, then shuts it.
L: Dylan?! What did you do that for?
D: I’m sick of you getting all the gifts… I wanna open it!
Lia sighs at Dylan as she attempts to open the envelope without ripping it up… Paige grabs a sheet of paper and scribbles down the words ‘GIRLS ONLY’, before opening the door to see Kris still standing in the same place he was when Dylan slammed the door shut. Paige pinned the sheet on the front of the door before smiling at Kris then closing the door.
P: And the room is now girls only.
Dylan grabbed the envelope from Lia and ripped off the top of the envelope before looking into it…. Her eyes grew wide and she gasped, before holding the envelope up and tipping it upside down… Huge wads of American dollar bills fell from the bag, Dylan fell onto the sofa over which she had tipped the contents of the bag, and threw some notes up into the air…
D: I so like Kris, he is so right for you… Y’know… This is the best gift he’s given you so far… Tell him I’ll be family soon, and I’m expecting gifts like this too… Gucci here I come!!
She said with a twinkle in her eye… Paige sat down next to Dylan and picked up some of the notes.
P: Lia… Theres…umm… A lovely shop not far from here, called Prada… And one called Versace… You wouldn’t mind terribly if..we went shopping now.. would you?
D: We’re rich!
She exclaimed.
P: We’re already rich, you moron, this is just like a little shopping bonus…
She looked at Lia, who was reading a small note that had also fallen from the big envelope.
P: Lia?
Lia looked down at Dylan and Paige…
L: Put it back in the envelope…now.
D: But..wha… huh… why?
L: Because it’s stolen money… And I don’t think you’d like to face the wrath of whom it was stolen from…
There was a gasp from Dylan and Paige…
D: Kris stole the money? I always knew he was wrong for you! The dodgy creep! My God… Lia kick him into touch for Gods sake…
L: It wasn’t Kris...
The screen goes black as Paige reaches to take the note from Lia…
DM: What the hell was that about…?
JG: Is Liana a hooker?
DM: No but you’re an ass…
JG: Now here’s a match I can’t wait for…Tre Crawford and Smasher!
Tournament Match 5
Singles Match
Tre Crawford Vs Smasher
DM: That’s right Bomb, and this past week Tre Crawford was ordered by PPW’s financial advisors to attend sessions with a qualified shrink about his anger issues, on behalf of Quentin Barnes of course…
JG: Anger issues? You people don’t know anything. Tre doesn’t have anger problems, Michaels, he’s just very passionate about what he does and gets misinterpreted sometimes…
DM: Misinterpreted? Bomb he viciously attacked our President, nearly completely destroying his knee! That’s not misinterpreted, or passionate, that’s just plain evil and sadistic!
JG: Same thing, Michaels…the guy’s a genius and a great role model to the younger generations of wannabe superstars…
DM: You’re just as twisted as he is Jim, you haven’t got a clue…
Jim “The Bomb” Grande simply shrugs his shoulders at Donovan Michaels, and looks towards the ring announcer. Donovan Michaels shakes his head in disbelief.
RA: Our next match is another PPW World Title tournament match! Introducing first, from St. Helens, England, weighing 210 lbs…SMASHER!
The fans go crazy for the PPW newcomer Smasher, who is making his debut tonight. “Territorial Pissings” by Nirvana hits the PPW sound system, and the new blood makes his way down the ramp way, and in to the ring, to a chorus of cheers.
DM: A mountain to climb tonight for Smasher, Bomb, a tough match amking his debut here against Tre Crawford!
JG: Yeah that’s right Michaels, and Tre Crawford should breeze through this round and on into the next round…
DM: Don’t be so sure, Bomb, Smasher’s a great superstar, full of potential and he does actually know Crawford from his past
JG: So what!? Tre’s the man, he’s goin’ through, you mark my words…
DM: Whatever, Grande…
“Made You Look” by Nas blares over the PA as the lights dim to nothing but a very pale shade of silver. The crowd reaction is pure hatred for the man about to emerge from behind the curtain. Tre walks down the rampway with his head down, ignoring the chants of “ass-hole” and “you suck” as he goes. The camera focuses in on the Pure Paintron and “Perfect Weapon” is spelled out in silver on the screen, and then a shot of a Silencer being delivered. Tre raises his arm in the air and gives a “Westside” symbol, as pyrotechnics explode behind him. Tre enters the ring as the smoke clears and shouts and mouths off to the crowd, flipping them the bird as he does so.
JG: Wow! I love this guy’s entrance sequence, Michaels, one fo the best I’ve ever seen in all my years!
DM: It must be good then Bomb, coz you’ve been around for a loooong time!!!
JG: Michaels I swear I’ll…
DM: Sshh! It’s about to start…
Smasher takes deep breaths and bounce on the spot in his corner. He’s confident, but anybody making a debut in a new federation feels heat and tension before their opening match.
Tre methodically strolls up and down one side of the ring, getting the measure of his opponent, Smasher.
The lights dim. Confusion fills the arena. The scene fades from the ring to the big screen. Black fills the screen until an eerie fog mist covers it. A shadow of a man centers on the big screen. Fog is now covering the entrance ramp. Tre Crawford and Smasher wait, ready to battle whomever it is that thinks they're going to interrupt their match. Flashes of blue lights briefly fill the arena. Eerie female screams of panic echo sadistically. A male's scream strikes a wave of fear into the fans of PPW.
The shadow on the big screen fades. The fog mist makes it impossible to see any further than a few inches in front of one's face. The screams of innocence fade away, and now so does the mist. A laughter is heard throughout the PA system. The lights flicker. Then they die completely, leaving everyone in pitch black. A grim voice now echoes on the PA System.
"The fifth angel sounded his trumpet, and I saw a star that had fallen from the sky to the earth. The star was given the key to the shaft of the Abyss. When he opened the Abyss, smoke rose from it like the smoke from a gigantic furnace. The sun and sky were darkened by the smoke from the Abyss. And out of the smoke locusts came down upon the earth and were given power like that of scorpions of the earth. They were told not to harm the grass of the earth or any plant or tree, but only those people who did not have the seal of God on their foreheads."
The lights flickered faster now. A thicker mist fills the arena, leaving no visibility at all. A brief pause of the voice leaves everyone in a moment of silence. Once more, the grim voice speaks in what sounds to be an almost regretful tone of voice.
"They were not given power to kill them, but only to torture them for five months. And the agony they suffered was like that of the sting of a scorpion when it strikes a man. During those days men will seek death, but will not find it; they will long to die, but death will elude them."
A brief pause. Stillness.
"Revelation 9:1-6."
Stillness occupis the arena. The mist clears. Crawford and Smasher remain in the middle of the ring, unharmed. A message in stone comes across the big screen: The Fifth Angel Is Coming.
With that, the lights flash back on. The rest of the arena shifts back to normal, as if nothing had happened. The fans murmur in confusion, some in panic. The camera focuses back on the action.
Both men look for some sort of interferance but nothing comes... The referee signals to the time keeper and the bell rings, and the action gets underway. Both men tie up in the centre of the ring, and Smasher Irish Whips Tre off the right-hand ropes. On the return, Smasher hits Crawford with a Dropkick, knocking him to the canvas. He then picks Tre up and delivers a Triple PowerBomb - Y2J-style!
DM: This is a great start to the match by Smasher, Tre can’t even get a shot in!
Smasher foolishly goes for an early cover on Tre Crawford…
1…2..kick-out straight after the 2-count.
JG: Nah, you don’t beat Tre that easily, kid!
Smasher continues his onslaught on The Perfect Weapon by delivering a Flowing DDT, knocking Tre to the canvas for a second time. Smasher, learning from his last mistake, doesn’t try to cover Tre, instead he climbs the turnbuckle and squats, waiting for Tre to get back to his feet.
Crawford eventually stands up, oblivious of Smasher’s whereabouts. He turns around to face the turnbuckle where Smasher is waiting, and is hit by a Top-Rope Spear!!!
DM: What a shot by Smasher - the PPW newcomer is really takin’ the fight to Tre Crawford! Crawford’s not even in this match!
JG: I…he’s…er…
Smasher this time attempts another pin on Tre.
1…2…-kick-out by Tre Crawford after 2.
Smasher picks Tre up again, and Irish Whips him off the left-hand rope. On the return, Smasher attempts a Clothesline, but Tre Crawford drops to his knees and delivers a Low Blow to Smasher, collapsing him to the mat.
DM: Dirty tactics by Tre Crawford!
JG: Well, you do whatcha gotta do, Michaels - Tre HAD to get back into this match somehow, now he has…
Tre looks out to the fans and laughs - their response is not a warm one. They continue the chants of “ass-hole” and “you suck”, but this doesn’t faze Crawford, he’s now beginning to take control and focus on this match.
The Perfect Weapon grabs Smasher by the hair and begins to deliver Hard Closed-Fist Punches to Smasher, right to the face. He then lets go of Smasher, who falls back down to the canvas. Tre flips the bird again, much to the crowd’s displeasure. Tre picks Smasher up and nearly splits him in two with a Back Breaker. Smasher writhes in pain, which only delights Tre Crawford all the more. It fires him up even more-so, and he continues his destruction of his opponent.
JG: This is more like the Tre Crawford we’ve come to love Micheals!!! GO TRE!!!
DM: You sound like a groupie, Bomb…and speak for yourself about “loving” Tre Crawford…
Tre grabs Smasher behind his head, and slams him to the mat with a Full Nelson Slam, almost crushing all the bones in Smasher’s neck!
DM: Ugh! That was an-Godly crunch! I think Smasher could be in a bad way here.
Tre goes for a cover on Smasher…
1…2…Smasher manages to get a foot on the ropes, preventing referee Chris Lavigne from continuing his count. Smasher is starting to look like a goner.
JG: Smasher’s almost done now, Don. Not long now before Tre wraps this one up!
Crawford Irish Whips Smasher into the ropes, and on the return picks him up behind his head, ready to deliver a Samoan Drop. But Smasher manages to reverse it into a DDT, which nearly takes Tre’s head off!
DM: OH MY GOD! What impact!!! Tre Crawford was just nearly decapitated!
Smasher clambers to his vertical base, and falls on top of Tre Crawford, locking in a Crossface Chicken Wing! Tre begins to scream in agony, but he’s nowhere near any ropes! Smasher continues to apply pressure to Crawford.
DM: What a turnaround! Smasher’s come from nowhere to put Tre in to a serious dilemma!
Tre begins to crawl over to the ropes, and manages to grab the bottom one. The referee orders Smasher to break the hold, which he does so.
Smasher then stomps on Tre’s back, softening him up even more. He then applies another submission move to Tre.
DM: Oh God, here comes a Leg Smasher - a modified Sharpshooter! Tre’s in trouble here, he has to get to a rope…
JG: Maybe not…
The Bomb looks in the direction of the ramp way.
DM: What does that mean?
Michaels then follows Grande’s eyes to the ramp way, where C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci is walking purposefully to the ring.
DM: What the hell’s he doin’ here?!?!?!
JG: Hey! That’s your boss you’re talkin’ about like that! Show some respect!
Dinucci walks towards the ring, but referee Lavigne sticks his head out of the ring to prevent the PPW Chief Executive Officer from entering the squared-circle.
DM: That’s right, ref! Don’t let that son-of-a-bitch anywhere near this match!
But from the crowd at the opposite side of the ring, William Stone emerges, and grabs a steel chair from ringside!
JG: Yeah! Here comes the pain, Smasher!
DM: It’s William Stone! What the hell’s he doin’ here now as well!?!?!
Stone hands the steel chair to Crawford, who is still in the Sharpshooter-like submission hold. As he is handed the chair, Smasher breaks the hold and joins Chris Lavigne in trying to rid Dinucci from ringside. Tre composes himself and waits patiently for Smasher to turn around. As Smasher does so, Tre Crawford smashes the steel chair in to Smasher’s skull, knocking him to the mat instantly.
DM: No! This isn’t right! Smasher had the match won!!!
To cover his tracks, Tre throws the chair back to Stone, who replaces it and flees through the crowd.
Tre picks Smasher up and throws him in to the corner. Johnny Dinucci walks away from ringside with a huge smile on his face, knowing that his biggest star was safely through to the next round of the tournament.
Tre delivers the Pacifier to Smasher, who is relying on the rings to keep him upright.
JG: It’s definitely over now, Michaels!
Tre covers Smasher…1…2…3! The match is over!
RA: The winner of this match…TRE CRAWFORD!!!
DM: But he cheated! He didn’t win the match! Smasher had it won!
JG: I told ya Tre would win! Face it Michaels, Smasher’s too inexperienced and unskilled to beat Crawford!
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - TRE CRAWFORD
We fade to a commercial for Roids and Roamers... A mix pack of pile cream and walking boots for nude hikers who have rectal problems.
Backstage, Krazy Kris is stood warming up for his match as "Hot Property" Blake Selters walks past.
BS: Least your stood up this week... I might actually have a challange!
Kris looks up from his squats and nails Selters right between the eyes! He continue's to nail Selters between the eyes! Selters staggers back as Kris picks up a Steal chair and slams it against his opponents face! And then a second shot with it! Selter's is busted open as Kris drags him to his feet and throws him into, and through the door of Johnny Dinucci's office!
JD: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?
Selters staggers to his feet as Kris sprints and cracks him across the skull! Selter's falls back onto Dinucci's desk!
KK: You better watch out...
Kris places his finger on Selters and pretends to burn himself...
KK: He's hot property!
The crowd explode and Dinucci looks pissed...
DM: Not a good idea to piss off Kris!
JG: Wow... Good poem...
DM: Up next is a rematch from a couple of weeks ago!
JG: Lotus got the win that week!
DM: Whoever wins this match will face the winner of our main event!
Tournament Match 6
Singles Match
The Dark Lotus Vs Randy Lancett
“Taste of Blood” plays from the PA system…The Dark Lotus walks into the arena with all the lights turned off. The only light is that from the stairway, the sky boxes and the dim spotlight on Lotus. Lotus walks to the ring and steps over the top rope, as he does this the ring fills with smoke.
Randy Lancett runs to the ring, attacking Lotus as he tries to step over the top rope.
DM: Lancett is trying to keep his streak going! He didn’t even wait for his music to play!
JG: Streak? He won by count out…
Lancett bounces the ropes up and into Lotus’ crotch, then clotheslines him into the ring. He hits a dropkick on Lotus’ left knee, then proceeds to drop elbows and knee drops onto the same knee.
DM: Great strategy by Lancett…keep the big man down and off his vertical base…
JG: Old strategy…but damn good one…
Lancett allows Lotus to get to his feet then clips the left knee out from underneath him. He then locks on a single leg boston crab…
JG: Doesn’t anyone realize that the boston crab hurts the back and not the knees?
DM: I know…
Lotus grabs the ropes and the ref forces Lancett off and back away from Lotus, allowing him to regain his vertical base. Lancett runs and attempts a jumping cross body block only to be caught in mid air and pressed up…then slammed brutally to the mat. Lotus goes for the cover…kickout at 1.
DM: Lotus trying to end it early…the veteran knows that a week isn’t a lot of time to rest up after a match in a tournament…so he’s gonna try to end this match quickly so he doesn’t have to rest and heal too much…
JG: Wow…announcer and doctor…
DM: Shut up…
Lotus drags Lancett up to his feet and tosses him into a corner…he then unleashes a flurry of punches into Lancett, the last of which knocks Lancett up and over the ropes and out to ringside.
RA: EXCUSE THE INTERRUPTION LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…BUT CEO DINUCCI HAS JUST GIVEN ME WORD THAT THIS MATCH IS A FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH!
DM: Good God! Dark Lotus is going to destroy Lancett!
JG: I don’t know…he didn’t fair so well against Kris last week…
DM: Neither did you…
JG: SHUT UP!
Lotus grins and rolls to the outside to resume his punishment on Lancett. He scoops Lancett up and slams him to the thin mats covering the concrete with a tremendous one arm body slam. He then picks him up and slams him into the barricade. He picks Lancett up and puts him on his shoulder and goes to ram him into the steel post, but Lancett flips off and drop kicks the back of Lotus’ left knee, smashing it between the drop kick and the steel post. Lotus lets out a small yelp of pain and buckles, falling to his right knee and grasping his left knee.
DM: Lancett’s weakening that leg for the Lancett lock!
Lancett picks up Lotus…and in an incredible show of strength lifts him up and drops him repeatedly into 5 knee breakers! Lotus grits his teeth in pain.
JG: At least the kid’s plan is consistent…
As he says this, Lancett mounts the barricade and goes for a frog splash like move, only to receive a boot in the stomach from Lotus.
DM: You were saying?
JG: I swear, they here me talking and they do stuff just to make me look bad and piss me off…
Lancett holds his stomach in pain as Lotus slowly rolls over and uses the apron of the ring to climb to his feet…he gingerly puts wait on his left knee and ankle…and grimaces… He limps over to Lancett and picks him up and lifts him up into a powerbomb…Lancett fires off several punches, then pushes up and leaps off of Lotus’s shoulders and lands on the apron…he quickly jumps up to the top turnbuckle and launches himself off…
DM: I think he may be going for a missile dropkick….
JG: Well…watch and find out…
Lancett slams his feet into Lotus’ face, knocking the big man back and into the barricade…he bounces off the barricade and stumbles forward a bit. Seeing this, Lancett bulldogs Lotus’s head into the ringside floor, then gets behind him and locks in a modified ankle lock. Lotus writhes in pain…screaming…Lancett grits his teeth and digs in.
JG: He’s gonna tap!
DM: And its wins count anywhere!
Lotus tries to roll over to relieve the pressure, but Lancett has the moved clinched in…Lotus has no alternative but to tap…the referee calls for the bell! Lancett leaps up and raises his hands in victory, totally pumped that he beat a veteran of the sport!
THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY SUBMISSION AND ADVANCING IN THE WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT, RANDY LANCETT!!
Just then the Limp Bizkit starts up and the CEO Dinucci appears on the Pure Pain Tron…
JD: Actually…I remember telling the announcer that it was PINFALL counts anywhere…not submissions…
Groans can be heard from Donovan and the crowd….
JD: So this match continues on…have a good day gentlemen…
Dinucci’s image disappears from the Pure Pain Tron and the bell rings starting the match back up. Lancett turns around, only to get a large hand wrapped around his throat. Lotus lifts him up high with one hand, slams him into the steel post then turns and slams him to the mat with a choke slam…
DM: PITS OF HELL!
JG: Almost like an Oklahoma Slam…except of slamming the opponent into the turnbuckle with a body slam and then a power slam, he did it with a choke slam…
Lotus covers Lancett…1….2….KICKOUT! Lotus can’t believe it!
DM: What heart this young lion has!
JG: You can have all the heart you want…if the body is functioning it don’t matter…
Lotus grabs one of the thin mats covering the floor and peels it up, exposing the cold concrete below. He picks Lancett up and twirls him around into a reverse piledriver position…Lancett tries to fight it, but Lotus is too strong and drops to his knees, driving Lancett’s head into the concrete…blood starts pouring from Lancett’s head as Lotus puts a boot on Lancett’s chest…1….2…3…
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - THE DARK LOTUS
DM: GOD DAMMIT!! LANCETT HAD IT WON!!
JG: Didn’t you ever learn anything in elementary school Donovan? You always listen to directions carefully!
DM: Yeah…but I don’t like this one bit…Dinucci has screwed many people tonight…I hate to think what he has in store for the main event…
JG: We’ll find out after this commercial break! ====
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Shows Krazy Kristopher with a bottle of the pills…
KK: “What am I going to do with 24 inches?”
Commercial for Battle for Supremacy plays...
DM: This is the match we've been waiting for!
JG: Yeah but will it take place!?
The lights go out throughout the arena as Ozzy Osborne screams out "ALL ABOARD!" Spotlights flicker on and play across the crowd, until they catch the sight of someone pushing through the crowd. Dressed in black jeans, a Batman T-shirt, an pad on his left elbow, and a flowing black duster Trench coat, Krazy Kristopher reaches the barrier and leaps over. He jumps up onto the apron, then flips over the top ropes and lands in the middle of the ring, staring off into the crowd and grinning as Pyro goes off. He then makes his way to a corner of the ring and awaits his opponent.
DM: Kris waits in the ring now, I don’t know whether Selter’s is going to make it…
JG: That was some beating he took earlier!
DM: I know… In strange circumstances too!
As Kris stands in the ring, Eat You Alive By Limp Bizkit hits… The CEO of PPW, Johnny Dinucci, comes out onto the ramp looking very, very pissed… He stands on the ramp looking ring-wards with the microphone in hand.
JD: Kris… I could stand you being Side by Side with Quentin Barnes, I could stand you saving Liana from Draven’s clutches… But what I CANNOT stand Kris… Is YOU, trying to RUIN my tournament before it’s even started! You had a match in the first round tonight, and you ruined it with your senseless violence! Well I will NOT tolerate it Kris!
DM: What’s he talking about?
JG: I dunno… But I’m interested!
JD: Next week Kris, you will be in the Quarter-finals against The Dark Lotus… However, you will also take part in ANOTHER match… You will open next week in the First round of the Bloodgames Tournament!
DM: WHAT!?
JD: That’s right Kris… You will next week, be going one on one, in that first round… Against Adz!
Kris looks up the ramp bemused as to why he’s being forced to fight 2 matches in a night!
JD: And as for this week… Well… I haven’t QUITE decided yet…
QB: In that case I’m gunna make it real simple for ya…
The crowd explode as JD looks around before turning and walking backwards down the ramp. On the Purepaintron, is the face of Quentin Barnes… At home… In Austin, Texas… Live by satellite feed!
QB: I’m sorry to be so late, but we had a problem with the feed. And I’ve sat back and watched this crap all night… Dinucci making changes here, making changes there… It’s a load of horse crap!
The crowd explode, Barnes looks intense!
QB: I may not be here in person, but I sure as hell still have power round this place and I’m telling you that for tonight it stops!
Dinucci looks pissed as Barnes keeps talking!
QB: You will make no matches tonight, because after talking to the rest of the board of directors we’ve decided that you’ve gone a little power crazy… So, we’ve decided that from now on, you can not change any matches made by me… And I can’t change any matches made by you. Therefore, seeing as I have already made a match for the main event tonight, you can’t do a damn thing about it!
JD: Please Barnes… What makes you think I’ll listen to you when you’re not here to do anything about it? Not one person in this building tonight can go against anything I say because, quite simply, NO-ONE CAN TOUCH ME! I AM JOHNNY DINUCCI! CHIEF EXECUTIVE OPERATOR DAMMIT!
QB: I thought you may react like that Johnny… Which is why I’ve took it upon myself, at the say so of the board, to install… An… Enforcer of the rules… A man who can rule with an iron fist until I return at Battle For Supremacy. He wont be able to make matches, but he will have the power to kick anyone’s ass he sees fit for disobeying my rules… and he can quote the law of PPW… Even to you Johnny…
JD: But I…
QB: I’ve not finished… Tonight’s main event is simple, Kris… I’m granting you the opportunity to go one on one with ANYBODY backstage… I don’t give a damn who it is… I don’t care what type of match… Hell I don’t care if it IS a match… Just pick a fight if you want to…
JD: NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING THAT! I DON’T CARE! WRESTLERS DO NOT CHOOSE THEIR OPPONENTS! I DO!
QB: Hold on there Johnny Boy… That sounded like you were disobeying my rules?
JD: I don’t CARE…
QB: SHUT UP! If you think it sounded like JD was disobeying my rule, then make some noise!
The crowd explode…
QB: I thought so… Well… In THAT case… I’d just like to introduce you to the man who is my Temporary Enforcer of the Rules…
JD looks around and starts to walk further back until he bumps into someone behind him…
QB: KRAZY KRIS!
The crowd explode again as Dinucci turns only to be face to chest with Kris… Dinucci begins to shout that Kris can have any match he wants… Just to let him be... Dinucci walks slowly back up the ramp before turning and running away…
QB: Have a good match Kris…
Kris smiles and runs back to the ring and grabs the Mic. He looks out to the crowd before saying 3 very simple words…
KK: Street Fight… Draven…
DM: HOLY CRAP! A STREET FIGHT! WITH DRAVEN!
JG: No need to elaborate there!
The Great American Nightmare by Rob Zombie hits, and Draven makes his way out onto the ramp smiling sickly staring at Kris with every slow step down the ramp. Kris runs and slides out of the ring, gunning straight for Draven with rights and lefts… Some are blocked and reciprocated!
DM: A straight out brawl kicks off here!
JG: Obviously…
Kris gets the upper hand, knocking Draven 360 around… As he returns to facing Kris, The Krazy One hits a quick boot and a Snap DDT on the rampway! Draven flips over on his head and rolls down to the side of the ring!
DM: That was sick!
JG: That’s usually Draven’s style!
Kris walks over and looks under the ring, he finds a steal chair. As Draven gets to his feet, Kris throws the chair and Draven catches it. Kris runs forward and lifts a boot that smashes the chair against Draven’s face. He staggers back and leans against the steal post.
DM: Kris is intense here!
JG: He’s trying to avenge the attack on Liana last week!
Kris looks at the chair and Draven’s head… He looks at the chair again before taking a run and swinging it hard… It smashes solid against the post as Draven ducks out of the way… Draven nails Kris in the kidney’s with a right hand. Kris leans against the post and drops the chair. Draven moves back towards the steps. Kris turns and runs at Draven who, quickly drops a quick drop toe hold smashing Kris’s face into the steel!
DM: Kris could be busted wide open!
JG: Crimson Mask could be flowing!
Draven looks under the ring for more weapons. He finds a table, a fire extinguisher and a sledgehammer! He looks insane as a he turns the extinguisher on Draven, spraying him in the face blinding The Krazy One… Kris staggers around and feels a boot in the stomach before Draven delivers a Failed Reality on the mats!
DM: That could have done some internal damage here…
JG: He could be badly hurt!
Draven smiles as he grabs 2 chairs and sets them up on the top of the ramp, open with the seats together to make a platform. Draven slowly moves towards Kris who is getting to his feet… Draven manoeuvres Kris so his back faces the chairs and locks his hands around Kris’s waist!
DM: He’s going for the Extreme Reaction, Bomb!
JG: Ooooo good!
Draven tries to German Suplex Kris but he blocks… Draven tries again… Kris blocks it… He nails 2 elbows to Draven’s face, Kris spins out, kicks Draven in the stomach and hits a Piledriver on the concrete!
JG: DRAVEN could be busted open!
DM: Blood… Just what we need!
Kris drags Draven to his feet… the Krazy one slams Draven’s face into the ring apron before setting up the table outside of the ring! He rolls Draven on top of it and grabs the steel chair heading up to the top rope!
DM: What the hell has Kris got planned!?
JG: I have no idea!
DM: INSANE PAIN! INSANE PAIN! INSANE PAIN!
Kris smashes through Draven and the table with chair in hand! Draven rolls onto the ground kicking his legs in immense pain from the mixture of steel on his chest and splinters in his ass! Kris gets to his feet much to the praise of the fans!
DM: Draven is out cold… Kris is up! He’s destroying this crazy bastard!
JG: He’s surprised me!
Draven starts to move as Kris plays up to the fans! He slowly gets to his knees, Kris grabs a chair and turns to see Draven asking for shots with it… Kris picks up another chair… And beckons Draven to his feet. He throws the chair to his opponent. Draven drops his arms as Kris blasts him with the chair!
DM: Jesus Christ what a shot!
JG: But Draven’s still on his feet!
Draven rocks, but still has enough about him to swing the chair himself… Smashing against Kris’s skull as he staggers back… Kris rears his chair back and smashes Draven across the head… Then Draven returns the favour… and finally, this duel ends as they both swing the chair nailing each other in the side of the head as they both fall backwards… The duel taking them all the way up the ramp!
DM: THE CRIMSON MASKS! CRIMSON MASKS!
JG: Blood flows!
Draven moves first… Then Kris… They get to their feet! Draven steps back as Kris tries a clothesline! Draven ducks and spins, locking a waist lock around Kris’s waist, flipping him backwards into a German Suplex through the 2 open chairs!
DM: THAT WAS THE EXTREME REACTION!
JG: NICE!
Draven gets to his feet and starts to head back to the ring! He picks up the sledgehammer and turns just in time to see Liana with a bottle of water, pouring it over the fallen Kris to try and wake him up! Draven tries to speed up the return to the top of the ramp but can’t because of his exhaustion!
DM: Draven and Kris both in pain tonight!
Lia leaves the stage as Kris starts to wake up… He sees Draven with the sledgehammer in hand… Kris drags himself backwards past the crushed chairs to one of the large supports for the Purepaintron… He pulls himself up to his feet and turns around. Draven swings the Hammer backwards and then in Kris’s direction!
DM: OH MY GOD!
JG: KRIS MOVED!
DM: But that support has been badly damaged… That Purepaintron weighs a hell of a lot and only has one support and the cables supporting it from the roof!
Kris moves a long the entrance and leans against the other support. Draven lifts the hammer up again, and walks slowly towards Kris… He swings again!
DM: HE’S JUST TOOK OUT THE OTHER SUPPORT!
JG: The Purepaintron is hanging by those 3 cables!
The large screen starts to swing in the air as Kris falls to his back on the ramp…Draven lifts the hammer above his head over the helpless Kris! He starts to scream as he goes to bring the hammer down… A large creak is heard…
DM: Oh crap…
JG: The screen!
DM: Ladies and gentleman… We just wish to apologise in advance if we lose power… You see the screen that is about to fall is, in essence, a giant TFT monitor!
The centre cable snaps and the tron drops about 5 feet… leaving just 10 feet to the ground! Draven turns to see this as the second and third cable snap and the tron hits the ramp with a huge bang! It stays upright, leaning against the entrance-way!
DM: Jeez… that was a close call!
JG: I know… They could have been killed!
Draven’s sick smirk turns to a grimace as Kris’s foot moves upwards catching him square in the groin! He gets to his feet as Draven staggers… Kris moves back and nails a super kick sending Draven hard against the tron! He staggers forward as Kris runs and Superkicks Draven again, this time sending him through the Tron causing sparks to fly and the lights to go out for a moment!
DM: Can… can they still hear us?
JG: I don’t know…
DM: Draven is gunna be hurt here!
The lights return and Kris is on one knee… Bloody and battered… Liana comes out to his aid, along with Reg and Ernest… They help him up as the crowds go wild! Exploding and chanting his name!
DM: What an effort here by Kris defeating Draven!
JG: We may never see Draven again!
Crazy Train plays as Lia, Reg, Ernest and Kris stand arms raised! We cut to a camera backstage that is rushing to the scene of where Draven is! As they reach the rampway, the light from the arena shines through showing nothing bout shards of glass and electrical wiring. Draven is no-where to be seen…
We fade to black with Lia and Kris holding each other on the ramp…
SHOW GOES OFF THE AIR