WEDNESDAY,
JULY 28, 2004 The crowds go wild for PPW as Mutilation kicks off with "Superstar" by Saliva. The pyrotechnic displays fill the Halifax Metro Center in Nova Scotia. The camera slowly pans the fans in the sold out arena, before cutting to ringside, and more specifically, the announce table of Jim "The Bomb" Grande and Donovan Michaels. DM: Welcome everyone to another Mutilation! I'm sat beside The Bomb who's lookin' particularly pleased tonight... JG: I'm just glad Mutilation is finally here Michaels...LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!! "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed suddenly hits the arena speakers... DM: Well we're scheduled to have...Well look who it is JG: It's a miracle! You know i'd heard rumours abou... Well i'll let the man himself explain. At the top of the rampway, the former PPW world champion Verafai Omega suddenly emerges. However, his appearance is one to behold, his head is covered in familiar mask, however his neck is surrounded by a heavy brace, while he gingerly pushes forward a walking frame as he steps out for everyone to see him. DM: What the hell is this. JG: Shut up and maybe we'll find out. The crowd erupt in a chorus of boos as Verafai brings a mic to his mouth. VO: This is exactly the reaction i'd expect from a city full of illiterate halfwits. That comment only incurs the wrath of the masses even futher. Verafai waits for the crowd to die down before continuing. VO: As i'm sure you inbred hicks can perceive, despite what was previously reported, I did not suffer a 'stinger' at the hands of the Dark Lotus a fortnight ago, oh no, I suffered something much worse... A broken fucking neck! The crowd cheer in delight, which is rather sadistic when you think about it, at Verafai's injury. VO: Oh i'm sure you're all giddy about that revelation. Doctor's tell me i'm lucky to be alive, in fact, from what ive been told by a panel of experts, ninety nine percent of the population would be dead had they fallen as I did, it was only through my supernatural ability to never give up that I was able to stave off a terrible disaster. But let's not downgrade this situation, for this is a disaster. It is with careful consideration with my doctors, that I must announce that PPW's number one star is now officially retired... The crowd spring to life once again as Verafai bows his head. JG: I had a feeling this was coming, I'd heard rumours earlier in the day. DM: Retired? Is he for real? It was PPW's medical staff that declared it was only a stinger. JG: Just goes to show what happens when tight ass pricks like our current owners are only willing to spend two dollars an hour on, cough trained professionals cough. This is a disgrace. VO: My lawyers are currently looking into legal proceedings after I was obviously placed in an unfit working environment, and I assure you all that Quentin Barnes will not get away with this. The crowd jeer their disapproval. VO: Now, this may seem a farewell speech, but i can assure you it's far from it, because over the past few days i've been able to procure one of these. Verafai holds up a small card, the camera zooms in... VO: That's right, I am now a certified 'manager', free to hand on my expertise to the youth of our industry. And rather than rest on my laurels, i've gone out and handpicked the future of this industry. Without further adue, I'd like to welcome you to tomorrow's revolution, I introduce to you, 'The Prodigy' Logan Omega!!! A chiseled frame emerges from behind Verafai, standing about 6'2, bearing long black hair tied back in a ponytail, blue eyes, bare chest, similar tights to those previously worn by Verafai Omega, and a cocky grin, the individual strides up beside Verafai. VO: If you thought you'd seen extreme, you ain't seen nothing yet, Logan brings a new meaning to the term and believe me, when my brother is in full flight, there's nothing quite like it. But rather than take my word for it, tonight Logan will set an example by decimating perhaps the one man seen by many as the most violent in the sport today. As for who that individual may be, sit back and watch the show. On a final note, Dylan, don't think i've forgotten about you, if you were looking for a reaction, keep an eye out during the week. "Down with the Sickness" blares once again as both Verafai and Logan Omega disappear backstage. OPENING
MATCH We return from commercial to see Corporate Victim and Masta Disasta in teh ring circling one another. As the referee goes to call for the bell, a voice comes over the Purepaintron. QB: Hold on there Ladies... I don't think I can let this stand... I mean, I've just recieved a couple of tapes from last weeks house shows... And I must say, you 2 guys were not impressive.... In fact, you're match is 1 of 2 that has been cancelled for tonight. Now, instead of letting you walk down the ramp and get laughed out of the arena by all of these fans. Instead, I'm going to send someone down to remove you. Corporate Victim moves to the side of the ring and takes a microphone. CV: Hey Barnes... Id you want to get rid of us, why don't you come down here and move us out of your ring yourself? The crowds pop in anticipation. QB: Because jackass... I have thse 4 masked men with large batons to do it for me... From out of the crowd, 4 masked men with large Police Batons slide into the ring. Corportae Victim and Masta Disasta both turn just in time to be taken down with shots to the body and legs. They hit the ground hard as the 4 men continue to pummel them before pulling out a pair of handcuff's for each men. They cuff both of the superstars and drag them out of the ring and slowly up the ramp. As they reach the top, President Barnes comes out onto the ramp. QB: Just in case you didn't get it boys... YOU'RE FIRED! Barnes smiles as the 2 men get dragged backstage. MATCH CANCELLED DM: What the hell has gotten into the President!? JG: Do I look like I give a damn? DM: Either way, he's certainly shaken things up here tonight! We fade to commercial as President barnes heads backstage smiling. Johnny Pyro is eating a greasy bacon sandwich backstage, and has tomato ketchup slopping out of the sides. Well, he’s not really eating it, just making a mess on the floor. He stops outside The Dark Lotus’ locker room and gets a devilish grin as he drops the bacon sandwich on the floor inches away from Lotus’ door JP: Oh darn it… JANITOR!!! I made a mess… I’m sorry…. Pyro puts his little finger to his mouth and dashes off again as the Janitor comes along and starts cleaning the floor while mumbling to himself Janitor: Damn kids and their loud music… The Janitor finishes cleaning the floor as there is a nice shiny patch outside Lotus’ door. The Janitor walks off and moments later, Lotus opens his door and begins to walk out. He’s admiring his PPW World Title so much, that he ends up slipping on the shiny floor, thus banging his head. JP: HAWHAHWAWHAWHAWHAWHAW!!! Lotus looks over and notices Pyro laughing and gets up and sprints after him. Pyro looks wide-eyed as he rushes off round the corner. Lotus keeps following as Pyro suddenly stops and turns looking to bash into Lotus, but Lotus had a full head of steam and turns Pyro inside out with a clothesline. He picks Pyro up who throws a few punches that don’t faze Lotus, and he throws Pyro through a door leading into Barnes’ office. QB: DAMMIT! What the Hell is going on here?!?! Lotus ignores Barnes’ question and goes after Pyro, but from behind, Wolf hits Lotus in the back with a plank of wood QB: TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON!!! Pyro manages to get to his feet and grabs the water cooler with his hands as he looks at Barnes JP: I think we’re fighting… Kinda like a Texas Bar Brawl… Ever been in one of those? Pyro winks at Barnes with a cocky smile on his face and detaches the plastic water container from the cooler, sending water all over Barnes’ office before sending the water cooler into the back of Wolf’s head. The sheer weight of the water knocks Wolf down to the ground as Pyro picks up a plant in Barnes’ office QB: THAT’S ENOUGH!! STOP IT!! ALL OF YOU!! Ok, ok, you wanna fight each other, that's fine, but NOT here, NOT tonight! How about this - next Wednesday, SkyDome, Toronto, PPW Aftermath, Main Event for the World title, The Dark Lotus...vs. Wolf...vs. Johnny Pyro... DM: WHOA!!! Triple Threat match for the title! JG: I think there's more... QB: Inside a Steel Cage!!! DM: HOLY SHIT! TDL VS. PYRO VS. WOLF IN A STEEL CAGE MATCH AT AFTERMATH FOR THE TITLE!!! This is huge!!! QB: Now quit you're fuckin' around and get outta here!!! With that, Barnes shuts his office door, and the camera fades back to the ring.
“As I Am” by Dream Theater comes over the speakers and David Cullen walks out onto the ramp, pausing to point down to his “Dirk Hammer” shirt before raising his arms and playing the crowd a little. After a couple of minutes he pulls out a mic and gestures for the music to cut. After waiting for it to do so he raises the mic to his mouth. DC: Good evenin everyone, it’s greet to be heare ta’night. Cullen goes to speak but is drowned out by a thunderous response of cheers, he smiles before gesturing for silence by raising his left hand. DC: Say…tha’ was a little oof a cheap pop I grant ya, but heey…I’m just bein honest. Cullen gets another cheap pop and laughs about it again before raising the mic again. DC: Anyweay, the reason oie ceame oout here is simple. Tha reason is tha PPW All Steate Toitle an mai chaance ta win it at tha Peey Per View. The crowd sits in confused silence, wondering what he’s going to say. DC: Now…I appreciate this opportunity boi Mr. Barnes an Mr. Dinucci bot I wan ta be veary honest abou this… He pauses again apparently collecting his thoughts although it’s obvious by the look in his eyes that he knows exactly what he’s going to say. DC: I don’ne thin tha I deserve it, no yet anyweay. With tha in moind I have an announcement ta meake regardin tha Peay Per Veew. DM: What’s he sayin Bomb ? JG: How should I know Donny ? I’m not inside his mind. DM: He should thank himself for that Bomb. JG: I don’t know what he has to say, but the sooner this potato thrower finishes this interruption we can get on with the show. DM: Come on Grande, that’s not necessary !! Cullen takes a deep breath and raises the mic again after pulling his arm away from in front of his mouth. DC: Tha announcement is this…if I don’ne beat James Spoider in this match tonoight oie aam requestin tha Barnes an Dinucci remove me from tha Toitle Maatch a tha Peay Per Veew. The crowd sits in stunned silence for a minute before exploding into boos, clearly not pleased with his decision. DM: WHOA !!! What an announcement!! JG: Even I wasn’t expecting that !! What the hell is wrong with this guy ?? Cullen raises his hand again, getting silence although it is somewhat strained. DC: Beefore ya boo me hear me oout please. Is no that I don’t appreciate tha opportoonity, quite the opposite…this could meake my career. That is oof caurse if I doo this as it should be done and tha weay is to earn it and Oi’ll be goddamn if’n I don’ne do it tha roight weay. Soo since Barnes an Dinucci won jost remove me from tha match I have ta doo it this weay. The fans break into a mixed reaction of cheers and boos, cheering because they appreciate the intent behind what he’s doing and booing because they want to see him get the match at the Pay Per View. Cullen waits a second and raises the mic again. DC: Tha’s the loong an shart oof it. Averyone anjoy tha shoo. With that Cullen switches off and drops the mic, disappearing backstage and leaving a stunned audience behind him. DM: We’ll be right back !! As
the show tails into commercial Jim Grande can be heard saying; “What
the hell has gotten into these guys ?” MATCH
2 As we return from Commercial, DGNR8 and L.J. Mensah are in the ring. QB: Woah, woah, woah... I'm not having this match even take place this week... Mensah... If I was you, I'd get your ass backstage... You see, for 2 weeks we're sending you to the PPW Training Camp... See you in a fornight kiddo... L.J. Mensah heads up the ramp backstage as DGNR8 stands in the centre of the ring looking puzzled. QB: Now, I'm sure you're wondering what you've been left in the ring for. Well... You were on one of the tapes I viewed earlier.... And I must say I was incredibly impressed... DGNR8 smiles and nods his head. QB: Incredibly impressed with the way in which you left the ring after your abysmal performances in our ring. He begins to shout obscenities at the screen as Barnes speaks. QB: Therefore, I have a couple of friends who wish to pass on a message to you for me. 2 of the same masked guards from earlier flood the ring and take out DGNR8's legs. After several shots to the gut, DGNR8 curls into the foetal position. The security guards hand cuff him and drag him out of the ring. QB: That's right, get that piece of crap out of my ring! MATCH CANCELLED Barnes smiles as his picture fades out. DM: Barnes has snapped here tonight! JG: ... DM: DAMMIT BOMB! BE A PROFESSIONAL! The picture fades to balck with Grande looking pissed off at ringside. The camera zooms in to darkness. A distant tapping is heard in the corner of the room. A squeak. A thump. A soft chuckle. Stepping out from the shadows, James Spyder stares with a murderous gleam in his eyes. The tapping sound was coming from his trademarked croquet mallet beating against the palm of his hand. The squeak from his Chuck Taylor's against the floor. His bullethole bleeds freshly, and his facepaint shines like the armor that belongs to a brave knight. His icy eyes stare. The tapping of his mallet to his hand comes to a halt. JS: Dave . . . I know you're deep in thought. Afterall, you've got a lot to think about. The time has drawn near. This has been a fun game to play with you, I must admit. Not many can shrug me off like you can. You've kept your cool. Perhaps your nerves will show once we step into the ring. He looks at his wrist and opens his mouth, a half smile showing on his face. He gasps a little, as if to indicate a significant time that had slipped him. JS: We're due, David. In just a few moments, you and I will be staring eye to eye. The two of us will be in the spotlight. For us, it will be home. Home, afterall, is where the heart is. Am I right, David? You can't deny that both of our hearts are in this. But, tonight I will show that my heart may just be a little larger than yours. Trust me, David, I've thought long and hard this past week. I know what I'm doing in that ring. As do you, yeah? In spite of your judgmental frown upon my "flashy" look, I'll still give you the credit that you're a damned good wrestler. The camera zooms in to Spyder's face, a closeup of menacing tranquility. His bright smile shines obnoxiously. JS: But, you and I both know that I won't be thinking of you as a good wrestler once I step into the ring. All respect aside, Cullen, I can readily admit that you mean very very little to me. If I were to snap your ankle out there in the heat of the moment, I could care less as to what that means to your career. Love it or hate it, that's simply just how it is. In fact, I think that maybe I would boast about something like that. Chances are, I would probably mention it quite a lot. He smiles once more, a confident grin formed. He holds up his mallet and points to it with his fingers positioned in such a way that represented a gun barrel. JS: The time has run down. It's time for the two of us to stand and decide just who is the better man between us. Personally, David, I feel that I'm going to walk out of the match tonight with a smile on my face. Don't make a mistake tonight. A mallethead could meet you and greet you in a matter of a fraction of a second. As you await the beginning of our match these last few moments, I want you to think about something, Dave. Think about your career and what it means to you. Think about what you mean to this business. You may be surprised at what you will find when you stare into deep thought about definition. I'll see you in a few moments, Dave. Good luck. The camera zooms out before fading back to the ring. MID-CARD
MAIN EVENT We return from commercial to hear Highway to Hell by AC/DC as from behind the curtains, Matt and Jack Denton, AKA Killer Connection make their way to the ring. The crowd are in anticipation to the match they are about to see, but the Vagina Boys are not anywhere to be seen! DM: We await the newest PPW Stable... The... what? I'm not saying that... COME ON! Jeez.. Ok... The Vag... Vag... the Vagina Boyz! Suddenly Fire by Alice Cooper hits, as The Onlooker, Smasher and Johnny Pyro appear on the entrance ramp. Both members of Killer Connection don't waste a single minute as the start running towards the three. Pyro quickly disappears from view, as the Dentons arrives. Matt taking on The Onlooker and Jack exchanging rights and lefts with Lech. The brawl is going for a few seconds as the camera cuts to ring side, when Johnny Pyro apparently doesn't care about the brawl going on as he shakes the fans hands and gives autographs to some, especially for his younger fans. He then takes a big sign from a fan that says "Pyro- the next PPW world champion!!" Pyro smiles towards the camera and then hands over the sign to the fan. DM: What a fantastic superstar Johnny Pyro is Bomb! JG: What the fuck... THERE IS A FIGHT GOING ON! The camera then again cuts back to the brawl, which already got itself into the ring. The ref tries to officially start the match but it doesn't look like he got things under control. After a double clothesline on the Onlooker, Matt slides out of the ring as Jack is still beating The Onlooker. Matt then slides back into the ring with a steel chair in his hands. The ref tries to take it from him, but Denton just pushes the ref. Jack lifting up the Onlooker, and hold him in a full-nelson hold as Matt nails The Onlooker right in his head with the steel chair and a sick sound is heard all over the arena! Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! DM: THAT HAS TO BE A DQ! JG: No shit Sherlock... The ref had enough as he signaling the bell… WINNERS OF THE MATCH BY DISQUALIFICATION - THE VAGINA BOYS Jack throws Onlooker to the outside, where Smasher is already lying out cold. The Denton high five each other, but as soon the turn around to leave the ring, they are both taken down with a cross body on both of them. It's Johnny Pyro! DM: AND HERE COME PYRO! JG: What the f... DM: PYRO IS GUNNA KICK ASS! Pyro hyping the fans, and lifts Jack up and nails with the "Disco of Fire" much to the delight of the fans. He then goes for the top turnbuckle and as soon Matt gets up, he is nailed back to the floor with a missile drop kick! DM: Pyro takes out Jack Denton! JG: And up next is Matt I think! Pyro then quickly gets up and locks the "Burn in Hell" on Matt Denton. It doesn't take more than couple of seconds until Matt taps out like a freakin' Speedy Gonzales. Pyro doesn't let go until Matt is unconscious. He then let go of him, and climb to the top turnbuckle to a huge pop from the crowd. DM: I think Johnny Pyro was sending a message to both Lotus and Wolf this week... JG: Especially Wolf... DM: True Dat... JG: Hell yeah Cracker... We fade to commercial as Johnny Pyro laps up the crowds response... Muerte is seen walking backstage, looking at the locker room doors as he passes them. He stops at one and smiles before knocking on the door DM: That’s Wolf’s locker room! JG: Does Muerte want his ass kicked early or something? Wolf opens the door and clenches his fist as Muerte holds his hands up Muerte: Hey, I’m not here to fight you… We have a match later on tonight for that… I’m here to deliver a message though… Before Muerte can tell us this message, Johnny Pyro rushes onto the scene and bashes Wolf in the head with a laptop. Pyro wails away on Wolf with right hands as Wolf tries slamming a few back, but Pyro’s punches are just too quick and have taken Wolf off guard. Pyro stands and kicks Wolf in the ribs before turning to a smiling Muerte, he returns the smile and open hand slaps Muerte on the chest. Pyro: WOOOOOOOOOO!!! Pyro then dashes off as Muerte looks a little confused before looking down at Wolf Muerte: The message was… Look out. I guess that makes your blindside attack on Johnny a little more even now… See you later in the ring... MATCH
4 DM: Ok folks, Triple Threat time, Byrd vs. Suicide vs. Big T! "Moment of Clarity" by Jay-Z plays throughout the arena, and the fans go wild. Chris Byrd walks into the arena and fireworks explode all around. Chris then makes his way to the ring. DM: Chris Byrd looks ready for this match, Bomb! "Freak on a Leash" by KoRn hits over the PA system as the lights go dim and mist fills the arena. Angelic Suicide can be seen at the top of the ramp, and she slowly walks down towards the ring, glaring evily at Chris Byrd. JG: Now we're just waitin' on Big T... Big T appears at the top of the PPW ramp as "Pop That Booty" by Marques Houston. He walks down to the ring acting cocky and shouting to the fans. DM: Big T not doing himself any favours by taunting the fans, Jim. JG: Nope... The referee calls for the bell, and Angelic Suicide immediately starts pummeling on Byrd and a brawl begins as Big T watches on. Angelic Suicide bounces Byrd off the ropes and connects on a power slam. Almost instantly Byrd gets up but Angelic Suicide takes him down with a Hurracanrana. Angelic Suicide lifts her hands in the air, but Chris Byrd slides over her back. As she turns around, Byrd kicks her in the stomach and nails her with an Inverted DDT. Byrd starts kicking her in the ribs but Angelic Suicide grabs his foot and leg whips him down. As Byrd gets to a vertical base, Angelic clotheslines him over the top rope. DM: Great start by Suicide, she's takin' it to Byrd! JG:
Where the hell is Big T?! Is he just gonna spectate?! DM:
Great German suplex by Big T - good form! JG: HERE WE GO!!! Byrd gets into Big T’s face, T pushes him off. Again Byrd steps up to him, and Big T shoves him off harder. Byrd smashes his hands on T’s chest pushing him off as well. Big T comes back with a vicious right hand. Byrd smiles and punches back T and waits for a response. T gives Byrd a wicked look. DM:
You can feel the tension mountin' up here, Jim! One… Two… Three… but Byrd kicks out. DM: Good kick-out by Chris Byrd...avoids the early upset. Angelic Suicide is standing by the apron. Big T picks up Byrd and lifts him for a body slam, Byrd flips over his shoulder and tackles Big T from behind. As T gets up, Byrd springboards off the ropes and Big Boot him right into the face. Big T immediately gets up and Byrd drop toe holds him and elbows him in the back of the head. Angelic Suicide pounds on Byrd from behind. She executes a Death Valley Driver then stomps down on Chris Byrd. Big T makes it to his feet and Angelic Suicide approaches him. Angelic punches him a number of times and Irish whips him at Byrd as he’s standing up. T crashes with Byrd, Angelic Suicide then power slams Big T. Angelic Suicide pulls Byrd up and bodyslams him as well. JG:
Angelic Suicide's goin' wild! Great Bodyslam on Byrd! And great Powerslam
on T! One… Two..but T kicks on Byrd. He
pulls him up and hits him with a Suplex. T grabs Angelic from her
hair and starts climbing to the top. DM: This could be it right here! One… Two… JG: Wait a minute... But Byrd elbow drops him across the
back. Byrd pulls T up and powerbombs him into the mat. Byrd picks
up the limp Angelic Suicide and executes a full nelson slam. One… Two…but Big T axe handles Byrd. DM: Great break-up by Big T... Both men exchange punches and T drives his knee into Byrd’s midsection. Big T hits him with a backdrop. T positions Byrd closer to a turnbuckle and begins to climb it again holding Byrd's hand. T jumps attempting a shoulder breaker, but Byrd moves out of the way and escapes the move. Big T is confused and turning around looking for Chris Byrd, but when he do find him, his light are off due to a devastating "STH" from Chris Byrd. Byrd falls for the cover… One… Two… Three!!! JG: It's over! Chris Byrd gets the victory!!! WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Chris Byrd The scene cuts outside the arena at the staff entrance, a black stretch limousine pulls up slowly it comes to a halt directly in front of view, the door comes open and PPW superstar Muerte steps out, the crowd erupts in the arena watching the event live on the PurePainTron. Muerte reaches back in the limo opens the trunk and grabs his training bag out, BANG! Muerte pulls his head out of the limo and looks at the indented roof, the "Dark Angel" Myth has leapt off a nearby dumpster onto the roof of the limo, Muerte looks up at Myth with curiousity on his face. Muerte takes a step back from the limosine and looks up at Myth. Myth: You know the moment I woke from that coma I had a feeling that the road ahead was going to be a bumpy ride. That ride, starts here tonight Muerte, you and me, we need to get along in order to beat Wolf and Lotus tonight. Myth jumps down to the ground besides Muerte. Muerte doesn't move and stands his ground. Myth: Now I know my agenda tonight, but what I want to know is, what’s yours Muerte? Have you got my back tonight or what? Muerte: Listen man my agenda is exactly what I've been saying throughout the week. I am going to get business done in that ring tonight and then............Well will have to wait for the pay per view to see that. Muerte walks up to Myth very slowly. Both men begin to size each other up. Muerte: But as far as tonight goes, I got your back. I want to take out Wolf and Lotus just as much as you. Myth: Well forgive the confrontation, but this a bit of information I prefer to hear first hand, because I wouldn't want to be screwed over here... would you? Muerte: Well don't worry I am a man of my word, but you have to realize after this match is over I'm going to be gunning for you and that title. It's nothing personal just business, I am sure you understand. Myth: Tonight is just business! Myth draws back his trench coat to reveal the PPW Bloodgames Title. Both men are face to face glaring into each others eyes. The crowd begins to cheer from the excitement of a confrontation about to go down. Myth: This... this is personal, we'll do what we need to tonight, but when that bell rings after tonights match, I'll damn sure be ready. Muerte: Alright, well I wouldn't want it any other way. Now if you'll excuse me I've got to get warmed up for our match. Myth nods his head and begins to walk off and out of the way of the camera. Muerte continues to watch Myth walk away. His mind is filled with questions, but now isn't the time to think about that. So he shakes his head and continues unpacking his gear out of the limosine. The scene then switches to the cameras in the arena. JG: I’ve been lookin’ forward to this match, Michaels…Cullen and Spyder – 2 wrestling greats in the same ring, right here on Mutilation, WOOOOO!!! DM: I must admit this match is very appealing to me too. Both men proud, both men confident, both men can’t win though, it’s just a case of “who wants it more?” JG: Bullshit, Michaels. That ain’t the case at all, both men want this victory just as much as each other…the deciding factor will be that croquet mallet of Spyder’s… DM: Could be, Jim, could be… MATCH
5 The arena goes deathly quiet and dark as a dramatic, almost divine tone fills the arena. After about fifteen seconds the sound is replaced by a low bass line that continues for about another twenty seconds until the drums and guitar line start, slowly at first and then slowly gaining in speed. This continues until the 1:15 mark when the main guitar line starts, accompanying the drums and the beginning of the video package. As the guitar slowly speeds up it hits its final slow note to a shot of Cullen drilling someone with “The Hangover” and the phrase “Understand This” comes across the screen right after it. With each chord ending it shows Cullen hitting a move on someone. At the 1:44 mark the lyrics start and Cullen walks out from behind the curtain, glaring out over the crowd and slowly raising his hands over his head and pointing with his pointer fingers down towards his shirt. On the front of his sleeveless, white t-shirt it shows an Irish flag and above it in large, block red and green letters it says “Dirk Hammer”. Below the flag it reads; “1969-1997”. Cullen stands pointing at it for a few seconds before dropping his arms and walking, almost stalking, down the ramp. As he gets to the end of the ramp he stops again and glares up at the ring before slowly, almost reverently, pulling his shirt off, folding it up and touching his forehead to it. He lowers the shirt and hands it to the timekeeper and then walks up, hops up onto the apron and steps into the ring awaiting the arrival of James Spyder. DM: Nice entrance there by David Cullen, and he seems very focused, very motivated, very confident… JG: Yeah he does, but you can bet your bottom dollar that James Spyder will be just as up for it as “Colon”… DM: Wait a minute…I thought you and Spyder had a dislike for one another… JG: I wouldn’t exactly say that, Don. We had one match, that’s it…end of story, let’s move on shall we? DM: Touchy… Suddenly the light escapes the arena, and a rather disturbing video package plays over the PurePainTron showing sweet crimson dripping down the screen, followed by clips of people in pain, tortured, screaming for their souls. A croquet mallet flashes on the screen, and then more acts of violence appear. A sickening, blood-curdling smirk then sprays across the PurePainTron, followed by the mallet once more. Through the speakers, “Ticks & Leeches” by Tool can be heard, the echoing drum beat and bass line thundering throughout the arena – a perfect entourage for the explicit material being aired over the PPW screen. After about a minute or so, “FUCKIN’ SUUUUUUUUUCK!” is yelled over the speakers as the guitar kicks in. The haunting smirk then reappears on the PPW screen, followed by “J A M E S S P Y D E R” spelled out in blood-red letters, dripping down the screen, covering the smirk until it disappears. DM: This guy gives me the creeps, Grande! JG: I actually have a lot of respect for this man; he’s a legend in the ring! A silhouette suddenly appears at the top of the stage, surrounded by white light, contrasting with the darkness of the Halifax Metro Center. The shadow can then be seen holding up an object in one hand. The lights suddenly return to the arena, and James Spyder can be seen clutching his trademark croquet mallet, high above his head, smirking a hole through David Cullen, who waits in the ring. JG: There’s that croquet mallet – oh yeah, Michaels! This one’s gonna be a thriller! Spyder slowly strolls down to the ring, the mallet now comfortably at his side, so loosely held that it looks as if it may fall to the floor. He looks straightforward, his smirk irremovable from his demonically painted face. As he approaches the ring, he lifts a leg over the top rope, before dragging the other one over, and walking towards a corner. As he does so, he points the croquet mallet at Cullen, just as he did to The Onlooker last week, then slowly climbs the turnbuckle. JG: This has GOTTA be psychin’ out Cullen! DM: I don’t think so, Jim…look at Cullen’s face. The camera then pans to David Cullen, who is stood rigid and rather unmoved by Spyder’s impressive entrance. A slight smile can be seen on the Irishman’s face, obviously impressed with Spyder’s demeanour. James Spyder then raises the mallet above his head and lets out a deafening laugh that is met by cheers from the crowds all around him. He then jumps down from the corner, dropping his mallet to the outside, then stands in the corner, focused right on Cullen. JG: Now THAT is what I call an entrance, Michaels! DM: Very, very impressive…although it did scare me just a little… Cullen and Spyder stand across the ring, staring at one another. Cullen stares without expression and Spyder stares with his trademark contorted grin. The bell rings and the two circle the ring without taking their eyes off one another. They lock up in the middle of the ring. Spyder gets the advantage, grabbing Cullen into a headlock. Cullen pushes Spyder from the headlock and Spyder bounces from the ropes. Cullen ducks a powerful clothesline from Spyder causing Spyder to bounce from the opposite side and deliver a devastating boot to the head when Cullen turns around. The shot knocks Cullen onto the canvas. He holds his face in pain before a short scowl comes across it, although it disappears quickly and is replaced by the impassive gaze. The grin on Spyder's face of course broadens. He grabs Cullen to pick him up, but Cullen responds with a knee to the stomach. Cullen takes the advantage and leg sweeps Spyder, following it up with a Figure Four leg lock. Spyder tries to manoeuvre out of it, but Cullen remains focused, tightening the hold to work on Spyder's legs. Spyder reaches the ropes soon enough, breaking the hold. Spyder rolls out of the ring in order to regain his focus and strategy. Cullen stands on the inside of the ring with his arms out as if to say, "Come on, let's wrestle!" Spyder rolls back into the ring, ducks a clothesline from Cullen, runs against the ropes and hits Cullen with an expected sprinting Superkick. Cullen lies on the ground as Spyder now puts him into a leg lock, giving Cullen a taste of his own medicine. Cullen reaches the ropes after a few seconds, breaking the hold. DM: A very cautious approach by both superstars here, Bomb. JG: Yeah neither guy wants to make an early mistake because they know how costly it could prove to be. They both have to be on the top of their game throughout this match; otherwise it’s lights out… Spyder stands up and backs away a few steps, crouching and gazing in his normally abnormal manner at Cullen. For his part Cullen is back on his feet, gazing at Spyder before nodding his head at Spyder in a “nicely done” kind of manner, a cockeyed smirk playing across his face. Cullen walks back out to centre ring and stands there motionless for a few seconds before lifting his hand and putting it out, not so much in a test of strength manner but as to gesture to Spyder that he’s ready and waiting. Spyder’s grin widens as he stands up and walks over to Cullen, nodding his head at him. The two stand quietly for a minute, causing the tension in the arena to build precipitously. Finally the two lock up on a classic collar and elbow tie up, pushing back and forth for a few seconds before Spyder pushes forward, apparently knocking Cullen off balance. It’s all a deception as Cullen just leans back and uses Spyder’s forward momentum to lure him into a deep armdrag, throwing Spyder over his shoulder and into the corner. Spyder immediately pops to his feet and smiles, nodding his head at Cullen in appreciation. For his part Cullen just stands silently with his arms at his side, his same look of effortless concentration on his face. Spyder stands up and walks over to Cullen, staring at him for a few seconds before the two lock up again. This time Spyder gets the first shot, pulling Cullen into him and tossing him overhead with a release German suplex. Cullen crashes to the mat but rolls well with the impact, displaying his experience. Spyder waits for him to get ready before charging at him and wrapping his arms around him again, attempting another German suplex. He pulls Cullen up and tries to execute the move again but Cullen counters it by floating through and grabbing Spyder around the neck on the way over, turning the move into a modified neckbreaker. Spyder falls down hard with the move and the two disengage, only to lock up again. This time they go into another tie up and Cullen gets the upper hand, grabbing Spyder’s left arm and dropping him with a shoulder armbreaker. Instead of letting go he changes the hand grip and yanks Spyder over into the Randy Orton-style backbreaker that he switches into a textbook “roll the dice” before standing up and backing up a couple of steps. Spyder stands up and nods his head in appreciation before the two lock up again. Spyder this time switches up on Cullen, using his slight height advantage and reach to place Cullen in a standing arm ringer. Cullen tries to roll and flip through it only to kip up and be knocked back down by a stiff lariat. He crashes to his back but immediately kips up and ducks another lariat, reversing the hold and pulling Spyder up onto his shoulders. He holds him there for a few seconds before spinning and dropping him with a Death Valley Driver. Spyder lands hard but comes back to his feet, knocking Cullen’s legs out from under him with an arm sweep and turning the momentum into a standing Texas Cloverleaf. He holds it for a few moments before Cullen manages to somehow contort his body enough to loosen Spyder’s grip, from which he kicks him off with both legs. Spyder stumbles back into the ropes and smiles as Cullen stands back up and shakes the pain out of his legs. The two men are given a loud ovation for their efforts. DM: Neither man is willing to lose their concentration for even a split-second; the electricity is flowing throughout this arena! Cullen then decides to hit Spyder with a knee to the solar plexus. He then whips Spyder into the ropes and hits a standing sidekick! David then picks Spyder back up to his feet, but is hit with a kick to the midsection. He then whips Cullen off the ropes, and hits a standing sidekick – exactly the same as what Cullen just did to Spyder!!! DM: Did you see that?! Spyder just hit the same series of moves as Cullen did! JG: Mind games, Michaels – James Spyder’s speciality…mind over matter… James Spyder then hits a Fallaway Slam on Cullen, and then follows it up with a Release German Suplex. He then goes for a cover on David Cullen… 1… 2… …kick-out by Cullen after 2! Spyder gets to his feet, and tosses Cullen over the ropes. DM: Well James Spyder seemingly taking the advantage over David Cullen now, Jim…what are your thoughts on this match now? JG: Well it’s pretty deadlocked to be honest, Michaels. Neither man wants to lose this one, so they’re both bein’ cautious. Unfortunately for Cullen, Spyder’s mind games have given him that vital upper edge…but that’s not to say that Cullen won’t win this match. DM: A very good insight… JG: A-thank you… Spyder exits the ring and passes his croquet mallet, lying on the ground, waiting to be picked up. But Spyder refuses to give in to temptation, and instead leaves the mallet where it is, and approaches Cullen, who is now back to his feet. The 2 men exchange blows, Cullen issuing both head and chest shots to Spyder, eventually getting the better of his foe. He then tosses Spyder back into the ring. Cullen then hits Spyder with a Samoan Neckbreaker, the impact of which apparently hitting hard on Spyder’s neck. DM: Ooooh, I felt that! Spyder’s neck was hurt then, surely! Spyder does in fact clutch his neck after his fall – the Neckbreaker did its damage. David Cullen notices this, and a wry smile infects his face uncontrollably. He then picks Spyder back up and hits a Jackhammer, again applying more pressure to Spyder’s neck region. JG: Cullen has turned the match around in an instant. Now it’s Spyder that’s in trouble! While Spyder is down, Cullen lifts up James’ left leg, and locks in a Figure Four leg lock! But where most would scream in pain, Spyder simply grits his teeth, trying to withhold his torment. Then Spyder bizarrely lets out a slight laugh. Cullen locks in the hold even tighter, and Spyder’s laugh is removed from his face, and the teeth-gritting returns. But before long, Spyder is again laughing! DM: This guy is sick! He ENJOYS pain! JG: I know, and that could prove to be a huge advantage! Cullen, seemingly having had enough with Spyder’s games, breaks the hold, and then begins to stomp Spyder. The laugh quickly disintegrates. DM: Great thinking by Cullen. He was the bigger man and didn’t let Spyder’s mind games affect him! Cullen goes up to the top rope with James Spyder in-tow. He then leaps from the turnbuckle and performs a sit-out spinning brainbuster! DM: Superb Potato Masher from David Cullen!!! JG: Spyder’s starting to tire now, Michaels! Cullen goes for the cover… 1… 2… 3…NO!!! Spyder got the shoulder up! DM: I thought that was over! JG: Not yet… Cullen gets back to his feet, and again climbs the turnbuckle. He then dives from the top rope towards Spyder’s body, but Spyder manages to roll out of the way, sending Cullen crashing into the mat! Both men down, the referee begins the 10-count… 1… 2… Spyder, being more conscious than Cullen, begins to move… 4… 5… Spyder then starts to clamber to his feet; using the ropes for assistance…meanwhile Cullen begins to move his feet and arms… 7… 8… Spyder gets back to his feet, and Cullen begins to clutch the ropes for support… The referee then stops his count at 9, as both men are back to their feet. DM: I’m glad they got up, Bomb…a countout finish would’ve been a letdown… JG: Too true… Spyder hits Cullen with a Samoan Neckbreaker of his own, again mimicking Cullen’s moves, trying to psyche out the Irishman. Cullen hits the deck, but because of the weakness of Spyder’s neck, the move wasn’t as successful as it should have been. Nonetheless, Spyder continues his onslaught with a Jackhammer, again only getting about 75% of it. DM: SPYDER’S DOIN’ IT AGAIN!!! HE’S COPYING CULLEN’S MOVESET!!! JG: I know (laughs out loud)…mind over matter, Donny boy… With Cullen rocked, Spyder continues his mind games. He then locks in a Figure Four leg lock on David!!! DM: What the f… Cullen begins to shout out in pain, but Spyder has strategically locked in the move in the centre of the ring, metaphorical miles from any ropes. JG: And the match has twisted around AGAIN! Spyder’s back in control! But again the leg lock isn’t doing its completely intended damage due to Spyder’s weak neck. He cannot get the full leverage off his arms. Cullen begins to slide backwards towards a rope, but Spyder manages to withstand the movement and reaches down for his reserve energy, and locks in the leg lock more tightly. DM: Just when I thought Cullen was gonna escape… After failing with the rope idea, Cullen decides to change his tactics slightly. He now tries to overpower the weakened Spyder by turning the move around. He begins to rock from side-to-side in an attempt to manoeuvre onto his front, thus switching the balance of pressure away from his legs and onto Spyder’s. DM: Cullen’s tryin’ another escape method! JG: And it looks like it’s workin’, Michaels! Spyder begins to succumb to Cullen’s tactics, and the move is eventually turned around and countered. It is now Spyder that writhes in pain – this time, though, there is no laughter involved. The intensity on Cullen’s face is unparalleled. He uses everything he has to apply more pressure to the legs of Spyder. Spyder manages to grab a rope, and the referee forces Cullen to break the hold, which he does in a professional manner. Spyder then grabs his leg and holds it in agony, while Cullen gets back to his feet, a slight limp can be seen though. Spyder, also limping, gets back to his feet too. The 2 men look at each other, and Cullen begins to walk towards Spyder. Spyder then goes for an L.D. 50 out of nowhere, but Cullen, slightly fresher than Spyder, manages to counter with a Drop Toe Hold! JG: My God! If Spyder had managed to hit that L.D. 50 Cullen would have been out of it, without a doubt! DM: But a great counter by Cullen – quick thinking from the Irish grappler. JG: Yeah…course… With Spyder now down on the mat again, Cullen tries his luck… 1… 2… …but a kick-out by Spyder. Spyder snaps back up to his feet as David Cullen attempts The Hangover! But as he does so, quick-thinking James Spyder manages to push Cullen to the ropes as he grabs Spyder’s neck. As Cullen rebounds off the ropes, Spyder hits a sprinting Superkick! With Cullen now down on the canvas, Spyder mimics him once again, and goes for a cover of his own… 1… 2… …but a kick-out by Cullen. DM: This match is great to watch – it’s goin’ both ways, total non-stop action! (no pun intended) JG: It’s hard to say who’s gonna win this match, Don…my money was originally on James Spyder…then it went to David Cullen…now I just don’t know!!! DM: We’ve had finisher attempts by both men, but neither was successful – these 2 men are true professional wrestlers, and they have the utmost respect for each other… Cullen gets back to his feet, and both men stand toe-to-toe with each other. Cullen begins to hit Spyder with lefts and rights, weakening Spyder further. Cullen then goes for an Irish Fury, but doesn’t get the chance, as Spyder hits Cullen out of nowhere with The Hangover!!! DM: HOLY HELL!!! JAMES SPYDER JUST HIT DAVID CULLEN WITH THE HANGOVER!!! Cullen hits the deck, and Spyder falls to his knees. JG: YES!!! SPYDER’S GONNA BEAT CULLEN WITH HIS OWN FINISHER!!! Spyder then covers Cullen… 1… 2… 3!!! DM: He got it! Spyder got the victory!!! A weakened James Spyder then raises an arm in the air, before falling to the canvas in a heap. David Cullen is also down after his Hangover was hit on him. Both men lie motionless in the ring, as the referee calls for the bell. WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – James Spyder After a couple of moments, James Spyder and David Cullen start to reel, and eventually ascend to their vertical bases. Cullen looks across the ring at Spyder, who is stood holding his neck. Spyder extends his other arm out in front of him, signalling a handshake to Cullen. DM: Yeah! Shake hands guys! A well-fought match by both! Cullen then looks around at the fans, who are all going wild for the 2 men in the ring. Cullen then approaches Spyder and extends his arm, shaking hands with James Spyder! JG: The fans are goin’ wild for these 2, Michaels! DM: I know – 2 true professionals who know the value of respect! That’s one of the other things missing from this business these days – respect for your opponent! David Cullen then turns and leaves the ring, whilst Spyder remains to soak up the love of his fans after a hard-fought victory. But suddenly an individual suddenly jumps the crowd barricade and dashes into the ring. DM: Hey that's- JG: Logan Omega! Sneaking up behind James Spyder, Logan snatches him by the head and hits a wicked reverse DDT! DM: What the hell was that about!?! JG: This must be the sacrifice Verafai spoke of! It's James Spyder! Logan immediately slides out of the ring and reaches underneath it, procuring a table and sliding it into the ring. Logan himself slides in and sets up the table. He then leaps back outside the ring once again and grabs what appears to be a bottle, a small unidentifiable item, and a blue bag. DM: I don't even wanna ask what the hell he has in his hands right now. JG: He wants to set an example, and if that's what i think it is, he's here to make a statement! DM: If thats what Ithink it is, he's gonna kill somebody! Omega empties the bags contents on the table. DM: Oh my God, thats pieces of shattered glass!!! Logan then grabs the bottle and unscrews the lid, before drenching the table with the liquid inside. DM: I think I know what's coming next, and I dont like it one bit. Omega grabs the smaller item and a moment later the table is set alight! DM: Where the hell is security?...or the Fire Department?! Logan walks back over to Spyder, who is now standing with a smirk. Logan responds to Spyder's smirk with a warped grin of his own. The fans are on their feet, screaming with enthusiasm. The eruption of cheers from the fans only motivates the two men even more. The two begin exchanging punches before Spyder gets the upper hand. He throws Logan across the ring into the turnbuckle opposite the one next to the flaming table. He sprints towards Logan, and clotheslines him, nearly out of the ring. Spyder turns around, pointing to the table with a sickening glare in his eyes. He grabs Logan by his head and begins to drag him towards the table. Logan kneels down and throws his arm in between Spyder's legs, putting Spyder down to his knees. He rolls out of the ring, grabbing a chair. He slides back in just as Spyder is standing. Spyder turns around. JG: Oh, no! He's got the chair! He's got the chair! SMACK! The thud echoes within the arena and Spyder drops back down to his knees. He looks up at Logan and smiles before motioning for another shot, welcoming the steel chair eagerly. Logan grins and takes another shot! JG: Somebody stop this madness! Wait...actually...I kind of like this! DM: You're sick, Grande! The process starts over and Spyder finally falls face first after three more chair shots to the skull. Logan grabs Spyder up and walks him over to the turnbuckle. He stares down at the burning table, a glow in his eyes. He pulls Spyder up and the two are both standing on the top turnbuckle. DM: NO! NO! NO! The fans are on their feet, an eruption of boos filling the arena. Logan lifts Spyder up, high in the air, and then drops him through the table with a superplex! Spyder lies in the flames without moving, pieces of glass and wood prodding into his skin. Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! JG: Oh my God! DM: . . . Logan stands and rolls out of the ring with a sick grin on his face. As he's walking up the ramp, Spyder stands. Their eyes meet and Spyder lets out a maniacal laugh before pointing at Logan and shrugging as if to say "Is that all you've got?" Logan shrugs in reply with an arrogant grin on his face. In the backstage area, David Cullen can be seen walking back from his match with James Spyder. Although losing the match, Cullen has a victorious smile on his face, possibly from the handshake he and Spyder exchanged just moments ago, after the match. The camera then pans to behind Cullen, and as it does so, Cullen is hit in the back with a Kendo stick by SLEDGEHAMMER!!! DM: My God! As if the carnage in the ring wasn't enough, we've got shit goin' on in the back as well! Sledgehammer just made a statement of return by levelling Cullen with that weapon! JG: I guess this means that Sledge is back, WOOOOO!!! David Cullen lies motionless in the back, whilst Sledgehammer stands over him, talking trash. Passing by the incident are none other than "The Perfect Weapon" Tre Crawford and his old friend, Verafai Omega. The two see Sledgehammer's assault and quickly make a beeline for the former All-State champion. DM: Oh no! A 3-on-1 assault on David Cullen - this isn't right! JG: No! Wait, Michaels...look!!! Tre and Omega quickly set upon Sledgehammer, dragging him away from Cullen's fallen body. Tre holds Sledge's arms while Omega delivers a series of lefts and rights to his stomach and face. Sledge then drops to one knee, his head hanging low towards the floor. He is then helped back up by Verafai, who now takes a turn holding back Sledge's arms. This time it's Crawford who attacks - lefts and rights, high and low, pulverising Sledgehammer until again he falls down. But he quickly scampers away from harm, away over to a drinks vendor. Meanwhile Tre and Omega collectively help Cullen to his feet. As he registers who in the hell just helped him, he stands on-guard, ready to defend himself. But the attack doesn't come. Instead, Tre and Omega look at each other and give satisfactory nods to each other. DM: What's that all aboot? JG: I dunno, Michaels, but it definitely makes me happy!!! DM: Bomb, you're a strange character... JG: You have NO idea! Tre and Omega simply turn and walk away, leaving Cullen alone and somewhat bemused at what has just taken place. In the background, Sledgehammer can be seen skulking, looking over to Cullen, slightly pissed at the outcome of his assault. As Sledgehammer turns around to walk away from the scene though, he is met by a clothesline from Muerte! DM: What the hell is Muerte doin' gettin' involved here?! JG: WHY DON'T YOU GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE, YOU MEXICAN FREAK!!! DM: He can't hear you Bomb...seriously I explain this every week... The scene then fades to commercial as Sledgehammer lies motionless with Muerte looking over him. The scene fades out to the backstage area, where PPW co-owners Johnny Dinucci and Quentin Barnes are sat at their respective desks in their joint office. Both men have papers strewn across their desks. JD: You come up with any good matches for the PPV yet? QB: Not yet...I was thinking of booking Hot Boyz in a match with Killer Connection - opening match of the evening... JD: Good thinkin'...and how about Dylan vs. Logan Omega? Carry on the Blaze/Omega rivalry... QB: Sounds good man... At this point, both men bury their heads back into their paperwork. Several moments pass without a word spoken. Suddenly, the door swings open with force, and an empty bottle of Jack Daniels slams into the temple of C.E.O. Dinucci, knocking him to the floor. At this point, President Barnes jolts up from his swivel chair, only to be knocked back down again by his desk, that is now constricting his manoeuvrability. QB: What the f-...? The camera pans around to see PPW's own color commentator, Jim "The Bomb" Grande, with his foot up against QB's desk. JG: If you've got any balls, then you'll accept my challenge that I'm about to lay before you, you son-of-a-bitch... An angry Barnes responds. QB: You're damn fuckin' right I accept you're challenge you low-life piece of trash... A wry smile fluidly fills Grande's chiselled face. JG: no, no, no...I ain't finished yet, prick. Y'see there's a little stipulation I wanna add into this match...and seein' as though you're slightly...well, immobile at the moment...you'll listen...got it? QB: I'm listenin'... JG: Good...ever since I joined PPW I've hated it...not the actual job itself, but the asshole boss I have to deal with day-in and day-out. In the early days I learned to deal with it, but as the months past, and you eventually manipulated JD over to your way of thinkin', I decided that enough is enough. And so here is my challenge to you , "BOSS"...August 4, Aftermath, SkyDome, Toronto...it'll be me and you, one-on-one in that ring out there... QB: That it? You wanna match with me Grande? The smile widens on The Bomb's face. JG: Nah...nah that ain't it at all. The stipulation is as follows...if you win, I leave PPW, you find yourself another color commentator... QB: And if you somehow win? JG: This is where it gets interestin', Barnes....if I win the match, then I succeed you as the new PPW president...50% share with that asshole over there... Grande looks over at Dinucci, who is still unconscious on the ground, and bleeding profusely from the gash on his head inflicted by Grande's JD bottle. QB: You think I'm stupid enough to make this match happen... And lose my job! Who says you aint gunna have that ass hole Triple 6 get involved? Or some other ffriend I don't know about!? JG: Don't get your panties in a bunch... It's only temporary... Untill the end of the next Pay-Per-View. Untill then, you take my place at ringside next to that jackass Michaels... QB: Alright... Alright... You get your way, now let me go so I can whip your ass... JG: ... Gladly... Grande removes his foot from the desk as he picks up a chair, he swings hard connecting with Barnes' face smashing his head against the wall... He falls to the ground unconcious. On the far side of the room, Dinucci is slowly pulling himself up by the desk, Grande smiles at the crimson mess that is Dinucci before slamming the chair against his head crushing it against the desk... Both Co-owners of PPW lying on the ground in apool of their own blood as Grande leaves the room... Grinning from ear to ear... DM: What in the hell has just begun here!? What have you done Jim!? What have you done!? We fade out to commercial with a show of Barnes and Dinucci out cold... MAIN
EVENT DM: IT'S MAIN EVENT TIME AND WHAT A MAIN EVENT WE HAVE FOR YOU!!! I'm joined by JESY BLUE! After Jim Grande ran out after that vicious uncalled for assault on our illustrious owners JB: Calm down Michaels, we know what's going on. DM: I'm just doing my job Jesy. JB: You're overselling it Donovan. Either that or you're trying to induce a coronary in yourself. Michaels shakes his head in disgust and looks like he wants to smack Bomb upside the head. DM: Here we go !! "Sweet Dreams" by Marilyn Manson cues up and the fans start to cheer loudly. After a few seconds "The Dark Angel" Myth and Muerte walk out from the back. Myth stands silently glaring out angrily at everyone as Muerte plays the crowd a little. The two get about half way across the stage and stand talking strategy. DM: There are The Dark Angel and Muerte and they look….WAIT A MINUTE !!! WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE TWO DOING ???!! JB: I'd say Wolf and the World Champion are getting the ass kicking started early Michales. If we're lucky the other two will be eliminated quickly and I can go have a smoke. DM: Cigarette's kill Jesy, we do not endorse smoking cigarette's... JB: Who mentioned cigarettes. Just as Grande said Wolf and Dark Lotus are pounding away on Myth and Muerte. Wolf has Muerte by the hair and is repeatedly punching him in the face. Lotus on the other hand had wasted no time, grabbing Myth by the back of his head and throwing him face first into the big screen. Instead of letting him fall Lotus grabs Myth again and once again throws him face first into the screen then proceeds to repeatedly slam him face first into it until he's bleeding from the forehead. Both men stand up at the same time and grin evilly, raising their hands and infuriating the crowd. DM: That was so wrong, don't they think they can do it without cheating ?? JB: Hey, all's fair in this match Michaels. That wasn't "cheating", it was just strategy. Wolf picks up Muerte and lands a German suplex onto the stage, slapping him across the face for good measure before grabbing him by the hair and dragging him down to the ring, pausing occasionally to lay another kick into him. When they reach the bottom Wolf picks Muerte up and runs him face first into the ringpost, laughing as he bounces off of it and stumbles backwards towards the ringside wall. Wolf smiles and laughs loudly to himself and then takes off at full speed, spearing Muerte back first into the wall. Muerte hits with a very loud "thud" and slumps down to the floor wincing and holding his back. Wolf sticks a foot in his chest and grinds it in, yelling in his face as he does so. JB: Wolf is really taking it to Muerte. He should have him finished off in no time flat, and then he can help Lotus put away Myth. DM: Don't count him out yet, the match just started. Up on the ramp Lotus has Myth by the head and is grinding his face across the ramp surface. After a couple of minutes of this Myth's face is covered in blood, as is that section of the ramp. Lotus stands up and smiles as Myth starts to pull himself up but as soon as he gets to his hands and knees Lotus backs up a few steps and charges, crushing his foot into Myth's jaw with a loud crack. The kick totally spins Myth around and leaving him laying on his face. Lotus looks down at him and smiles, spitting on him. The fans react to this with a thunderous boo and a few thrown objects that Lotus just smiles at before pulling the groggy Myth to his feet and slapping him hard across the face. The slap spins Myth around just in time to have Lotus grab him by the throat and lift him high into the air with a vicious smile. DM: He's going for the "Pits of Hell" early !! He wants an early kill !! JB: He's not World Champion for no reason Donnie. It could just be that Lotus and Wolf want to soften up their opponents before both of them work over one of them. it's smart wrestling Donnie. Lotus finally drops Myth and does to hard, dropping him hard on the stage squarely on his back with a harsh sounding metallic crash. The move is accompanied by a very loud groan from the fans. One fan gets so angry that he tries to jump the wall, getting about four steps before being taken out cleanly by a security guard with a text book tackle. JB: Get that guy a contract ! Lotus looks down at the ring where Wolf is stomping away on Muerte and smiles, pointing down at the ring and yelling to Wolf who smiles and flags him down to the ring. Lotus shakes his head and grins evilly before picking Myth up and dragging him down to the ring by the back of his neck. Wolf finishes stomping mud holes in Muerte and takes his time leaving the ring to join Lotus while he has Myth by the scruff of his neck. They exchange some words and Wolf goes to the far end of the guard rail and hops over. Lotus takes Myth over to where Wolf has stationed himself and begins to pick him up in a belly to belly move. Wolf gets up on the rail and proceeds to do a very vicious version of an RKO on to the rails. The crowd gasps as Myth is rolling around in obvious pain unable to convey his condition to the ref. Wolf and Wolf look at each other in satisfaction and slap hands quickly and then slowly turn towards the ring to look at Muerte who's got himself up against the turnbuckle and is glaring out at the two of them. He lifts his hand and holds it out, turning his palm inward and gestures for them both to get in the ring. DM: Muerte is daring them to come in after him ! Man is he brave ! JB: I'd say suicidal. Lotus and Wolf both walk up to the ring and step onto the apron, stepping over the ropes. Right as Wolf gets into the ring Muerte is on him, laying into him with rights and lefts, pounding away at his back. He laces his arms around Wolf and tries to set him up for a T-Bone suplex but barely gets his toes off the mat before Lotus clubs him across the shoulders, breaking up the hold. Muerte sags down and is immediately hit with a mule kick by Wolf that causes him to stumble directly into a foreman's carry by Lotus that he finishes off by turning to the side and planting Muerte with a stiff Death Valley Driver. Wolf immediately turns around and hauls Muerte to his feet and pushes him into the corner, picking him up and climbing onto the ropes, placing Muerte up in position for a superplex. As he does so the 7'1" Lotus gets in position a couple of inches behind him. Wolf climbs down and climbs out between the ropes to scale the other side. He looks down at Lotus and picks up Muerte as if to execute a facebuster. Lotus makes a drop gesture getting a smile from Wolf, who stands up and leaps off to execute what looks like a top rope sit out facebuster. As he gets down towards the mat Lotus wraps his arm around Muerte's neck and adds umph to the move by driving him face first into the mat, causing the entire ring to shake violently. DM: Oh my god…. JB: That was incredible !! These two make a great team, they're just taking Muerte and Muerte apart !! Wolf and Lotus pull Muerte up off the mat again and Lotus tells Wolf to pull Meurte back up top for another facebuster. Wolf smiles and hauls him up, this time setting him up for a second rope Michinoku driver but he's intercepted by a vicious chair shot to the back, the clang of metal on flesh ringing through the arena. Wolf's face contorts into a stunned wince as he topples off the top rope, his only problem is that he tumbles backwards off the turnbuckle towards the floor, getting his left foot tangled in between the top and second ropes. Myth smiles viciously and mouths "Now it's your turn you son of a bitch !" and rears back. Wolf's expression changes to one of abject horror as Myth comes downward with the chair in an almost tomahawk type of swing. DM: Wolf is in deep crap if this one lands… JB: If this lands we might see the first decapitation in the history of professional wrestling…and this time I mean it ! The chair shot doesn't land as Myth drops the chair with a grin and starts to mercilessly lay boots into the chest and sternum of Wolf, who writhes and jumps with each strike but can't do anything to avoid them. Inside the ring Dark Lotus charges over to the ropes but never gets there as with about five steps to go Muerte comes flying out of nowhere and implants his boot into Lotus's ear with great enthusiasm, snapping his head back and knocking him backwards and through the ropes to the floor on the opposite side. Muerte doesn't waste any time to admire it, he immediately charges over to the other side of the ring and yells to Myth who looks up at him and gestures for him to pull Wolf back into the ring. Muerte nods his head no and signals for Myth to place the chair, headrest edge first into the throat of Wolf. Myth gets a vicious look on his face and smiles, knowing, or at least having a very good idea, of what Muerte has in mind. He flips the chair over and digs the edge into Wolf's throat, causing him to audibly gag. Muerte walks to the opposite side of the apron and signals by pointing at Wolf and making the cutting notion with his throat to a very loud ovation. Myth looks and Muerte and grins, nodding his head in the affirmative. By the look on Wolf's face he'd be begging for mercy if he were physically capable of doing so. Regrettably for him he never gets the chance to as Muerte comes flying down the apron and lands an absolutely vicious dropkick, driving the border of the chair into Wolf's throat. Wolf's eyes go wider than watermelons as the chair edge drives into his throat and chin, squashing his throat in and damn near dislocating his jaw. The chair falls the floor with a metallic clang as Myth bends over Wolf and smiles in his face, spitting on him in return. Muerte stands up from the move and immediately rolls back into the ring after noticing Lotus pulling himself up from the floor with the ropes. JB: What my partner is trying to say is that that move was incredible. The crowd of course breaks into the obligatory and now horribly cliché "holy shit" chant, even if it is well deserved. Muerte and Myth look at one another and shake their heads in appreciation before turning to Lotus, who has managed to get himself back into the ring, although he still looks a little wobbly. It is clear that Wolf will be no help at all for the foreseeable future as he's laying face down on the floor with his hands over his head. Muerte and Myth immediately look at Lotus who stands up and glares at them. The three men walk to center ring and start jawing at each other before Lotus rears back and lunges forward, attempting a double clothesline. Unfortunately for him Muerte and Myth see it coming and duck it easily, grabbing Lotus by the neck and dropping to the mat with a double falling neckbreaker. The two immediately pop back up, looking down at Lotus. Myth pulls Lotus to his feet and pulls him to the corner, hauling him up for a Rock Bottom as he signals Muerte to climb the other rope. Muerte nods his head and runs to the other corner, hopping up onto it easily and looking at Myth. Myth responds by leaping off of the top rope and planting Lotus with a top rope version of the Rock Bottom. Muerte immediately comes flying off in a breathtaking corkscrew that ends with his leg driving into Lotus's throat, completing his "Suicidal Tendencies" finishing move. DM: That was amazing !! JB: Wow…. that was a nice move. As much as I'd hate to admit it. DM: You have to pardon Jesy folks… He's bitter that he can't be in the ring. As Lotus rolls around on the mat clutching at his throat Muerte and Myth talk strategy. Myth picks Lotus up and immediately plants him with a Russian Legsweep. He looks to Muerte who flips Lotus over and immediately locks him into a Figure Four, wrenching it in. Lotus starts to grit his teeth in pain, slamming his hands repeatedly off the mat. As Muerte has the submission hold on Myth climbs to the second rope and looks down before leaping off and landing a moonsault onto Lotus with a loud thud. The two waste no time following it up as they pull the gigantic champion to his feet, lift him up and plant him with a ring shaking double spinebuster. Lotus lands hard and rolls out of the ring to the floor. Wasting no time Murete climbs the turnbuckle as Myth takes off at a run for the opposite side of the ring, bounding off the ropes as Muerte leaps off the top and Shooting Star Press onto Lotus, who's still laying on the floor. Murete rolls off of him and gets to his feet, looking over towards where Wolf is starting to stir. He starts to walk over to him right as Myth comes flying over the ropes, using the top as a slingshot to add momentum to the gigantic leg drop that he lands across the throat of the World Champion. DM: That move probably hurt Myth a little as well but it was certainly a heck of a move to pull off !! JB: It may have looked nice, but the idiot didn't do himself any favors pulling it off. Muerte gets over to Wolf, who is trying to stagger to his feet and immediately kicks him in the throat with a front leg sidekick. TThe Dark Lotus nails Myth on the outside with a steel chair! Myth lies on the ground holding his head. Back in the ring Muerte signals to the crowd for The Red Masque! DM: This is it! Muerte is gunna beat Wolf! JB: What a performance! Muerte elevates Wolf. for the DDT but as he does, Wolf nails a right hand to the side of the body... Muerte buckles as Wolf slides his legs between Muerte's and rolls him up with a small package! JB: WHAT THE HELL!? 1... 2... 3! WOLF BEATS MUERTE! WINNERS OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - WOLF AND THE DARK LOTUS DM: WOLF STOLE ONE! A TOTAL STEAL! MUERTE HAD THE MATCH WON! JB: What a smart move by Wolf! Wolf rolls out of the ring. As he does he turns and stands face to face with one of his opponents for the Pay-Per-View... He backs off without any violence... He heads back up the ramp as Muerte stands in the ring looking dumbfounded... Suddenly, from behind, Muerte is nailed with a steel chair. 3 more shots rain down on his prone body. Standing over Muerte is none other than Myth! The crowd boo at this attack from behind. M: Now I told you that I knew my agenda tonight Muerte… And now… so do you! Myth slowly leaves the ring to a chorus of boos holding his Bloodgames title in his hand. DM: What the hell just happened!? Aftermath should be a fantastic event this time next week ladies and gentlemen... Tune in to find out just what is going to take place! FADE TO BLACK |