WEDNESDAY,
JUNE 30, 2004 The fans in the Molson Center go crazy for Pure Pain Wrestling as Saliva's "Superstar" erupts throughout the arena! The camera pans across the thousands who have flocked here to see their favourites compete. We then zoom in to the announce table, namely to Jim "The Bomb" Grande and Donovan Michaels. DM: The Molson Center has been sold out for weeks in anticipation of tonight's Mutilation! Hello everyone I'm Donovan Michaels, along with my- JG: -They know who we are, numbnuts, or at least they should if they're TRUE fans of PPW... DM: Good mood tonight then, Jim?! But before Jim Grande can answer, the two are interrupted. 'Can't Keep' by Peal Jam suddenly blares through the speakers throughout the arena as the reigning World champion, Verafai Omega, appears at the top of the rampway decked in full attire. DM: Well we're not scheduled to see Verafai until tonight's main event, I guess he has something on his mind. JG: Wow, how'd you come up with that deft assumption? Verafai walks toward the ring as the crowd give a surprisingly mixed reaction, before sliding in with microphone in hand. Omega: Later tonight I face Wolf in the Main Event of the evening, but right now that's not my primary concern. I'm out here to talk about PPW's resident slut, Liana. The crowd give off a series of cheers at the mention of the previous World champion. Omega: Now I've touched on this a few times during the week, but if you think for one second that I'm over the incidents of the past fortnight you're dead wrong. Payback's a bitch, and before tonight's over, rest assured Liana will recognise the true inclination of the word... Before Verafai can finish his sentence, ‘Taste of Blood’ by Dark Lotus hits the speakers. The crowd are to their feet in unison as The Dark Lotus appears at the top of the entranceway with microphone in hand. Lotus: Verafai Omega, you really think that Liana is the true number 1 contender? Do you think that Liana is the one you should be worrying about? Well you are as dumb as you look. You see Omega, I am the true number 1 contender. Liana has nothing over me, nor do you. Omega, the only reason you have that belt of mine is because Johnny Pyro handed it to you. You haven't beaten me fair and square ever, you never will. I want you next week for the title. I'll show you who should be the PPW Champion. I will finally show the world who the real champion is. Next week I'm going to show you... At this point, "Slither" by Velvet Revolver thunders over the PA system, and PPW's C.E.O. appears at the top of the ramp way, next to Lotus. JD: Y'know, QB and I wondered how long it would be before you realised Lotus that you should have a shot at the World Title...so we have prepared for this situation... The crowd begin to buzz in anticipation of what Johnny Dinucci has come out to announce. Lotus: And?!?! Again Dinucci pauses...obvioulsy trying to build up tension between himself, Lotus and Omega. JD: And...in a match for the PPW World Championship, we will see Verafai Omega defend the strap against... The crowd cheer emphatically for JD's responce. Omega: Against who God dammit?! JD: ...against...THE DARK LOTUS!!! The crowd explode at JD's announcement, even thought it was expected. DM: Wow! Next week on Mutilation, TDL vs. Omega for the World Title! Don't miss that one, folks! JG:
What a way to start the night...my mood is about to change... OPENING
MATCH [INSERT MATCH HERE] MATCH
CANCELLED
At
ringside, we await the next match as Control by Puddle of Mudd hits,
PPW President Quentin Barnes makes his way out into thr arena. He
walks towards the ring wearing Jeans, a sweater and a Denim jacket.
He slides into the ring, and walks to the corner. He takes a mic and
moves back to the centre of the ring. QB:
Ladies and gentlemen, we're here tonight to witness one hell of a
show... But first things first. As you are all now aware after
the opening of Mutilation this week, we have a new No. 1
Contender for the PPW Heavyweight Championship. That's right, one
week from tonight... You will alll bare witness to The Dark Lotus...
getting his shot against Verafai Omega! The
crowd pops for the title match next week. QB:
But tonight, I have more important things to deal with... As you
all know, tonight there was meant to be a match... The Dark Lotus
going one on one with Johnny Pyro. However, unfortunately, after
last weeks event... Johnny Pyro was brutally attacked. This
attack caused injuries that are yet to be fully diagnosed... All
that we know is that he will be out of action for the foreseeable
future. The
crowds all boo at the news of Pyro's injuries. QB:
You see... I agree with all of you when you boo these events. Why?
Because Johnny Pyro was a good kid who didn't deserve a cheap shot
attack last week... And I guarantee that the perpetrator of this crime
will be severely punished... There is, however, just one problem...
We have nothing but suspects... The
crowds again boo. QB:
We have 4 in fact... First and foremost, simply because you can't
trust the son of a bitch... The man who decided to stand side by
side with Pyro last week... Tre Crawford... A
further boo... QB:
Second of all, the man who tonight goes one-one-one with the PPW
Champion, Wolf... A man who, no doubt, may have believed that
eliminating Pyro would allow him a second chance at glory... The
third suspect, is a man who has been named the No. 1 contender...
A man furthering his own chances by taking Pyro out perhaps? Barnes
moves around the ring before raising his hand a rubbing his
jawline... QB:
Finally, a man who could only benefit from all of the challengers
for the World title being eliminated... A man who would benefit from
one of the top contenders for the title being eliminated... Verafai
Omega... You see, I'm sure Omega looks at Lotus as the man who was
beaten by me... Who was in-turn beaten by Omega... Leaving Lotus as
a lack of challange... But Pyro... he's a different matter... Whichever
way the cookie crumbles... Somebody is taking liberties on President
Barnes' watch... Tonight, I begin my investigation... And it will
conclude at Aftermath... And when I do find out... The consequences
will be severe... Barnes
drops the microphone to a rapturous reception from the crowd. He
walks back up the ramp looking determined... MATCH
2 "Open
Your Eyes" Guano Apes blares as Chris Troy makes his way
toward the ring, the crowd practically lift the formor Tag Team
Champion into the air as he steps through the cage door into the
ring. DM:
And Chris Troy awaits his opponent and the Bloodgames Champion,
Myth! The
arena falls into darkness, there is a murmur among the crowd, and
the anticipation builds as the evil single guitar riff of Marilyn
Manson’s Sweet Dreams plays over the P.A. A dark red flicker
slowly emanates from the ceiling lights. Myth is nowhere to be
found, nor does it look like he is coming out, then Marilyn
Manson’s unsettling vocals kicks in; “Sweet
dreams are made of these, The
heavy beat kicks in and the ceiling lights start to flash more
sporadically, a section of the crowd is whipped into a frenzy as
the camera pans to the area to reveal The Dark Angel Myth. He is
wearing his wrestling attire, black fingerless gloves, black
boots, long black pants, black sleeveless shirt covered up by a
long black trench coat, Myth makes his way through the crowd
slowly as numerous fans tap him on the back trying to get their
faces on TV. Myth ignores them and continues to ringside, upon
reaching the barrier Myth calmly drapes one leg over then kicks
the other over with his coat floating up behind it, he takes one
step towards the ring then slides under the bottom rope, quickly
getting to his feet Myth toss’s his arms back and his coat
falls to the ground, a crew member rushes in and picks it up as
Myth gets ready for the bout. DM:
"Well here we go Icon, a sadistic steel cage match. The
ref calls for the bell, both men lock up immediately and Myth
slams a knee into Troys midsection, Myth reigns forearms down on
the back of Troy before lifting him into a piledriver. Troy hits
hard and Myth immediately heads for the side of the cage, Myth
begins to climb. DM:
Well Myth isn’t wasting any time, he’s gettin out of
there. JG:
He's being Pro-active... Troy
slowly gets to his feet and grabs Myth by the leg before he can
get over the top, Troy yanks Myth down and Myth catches his groin
on the top rope. The male section of the crowd let out a
collective groan as Myth slumps to the mat. Troy picks him
straight up and whips him into the corner, Myth hits hard and
Troy stalks over to where he lies. Troy picks up Myth once more
and delivers a running powerslam. DM:
Well Troy is just all over Myth right now. Troy
picks up Myth and runs him toward the edge of the cage, however
Myth puts the brakes on at the last moment and puts his hands up
to block the move, Myth delivers a back elbow into the gut of
Troy and then rams his head into the side of the cage. Troy falls
back as blood appears at his forehead. Myth picks him up and
begins to scrape Troys forehead along the cage wall, blood gushes
from the open wound. DM:
Oh my lord, this is sick, and we only have a PG rating. Parents
you might want to change the channel for a few moments. JG:
Aahh give it a rest, Myth’s just doing what he does best. He’s
getting Mysterious! Myth
delivers a side russian leg sweep before heading to the top rope,
Myth flies off with a perfect elbow drop that buries Troy into
the canvas. Myth once again heads toward the side of the cage and
begins to climb. JG:
This ones over, theres no way Troy is getting up. Myth
gets halfway up the cage when miraculously Troy starts to get to
his feet, Myth notices and turns to his foe, Myth leaps off for a
double axe handle, but Troy manages to maneuver into an inverted
atomic drop! JG:
Oh my god! Man, why do people keep doing that?! Myth
drops to his knees as Troy backs up against the ropes, runs
forward and hits Myth with a dropkick to the head, Myth falls to
the canvas, seemingly out of it as Troy heads for the side of the
cage, he begins to climb. JG:
Surely this is it, Myth’s on dream street, and i dont see
him waking up anytime soon. Almost
as if on cue, Myth starts to get back to his feet. JG:
Unbelievable. Troy
is almost to the top as Myth heads to the cage, Troy gets one leg
over as Myth reaches up and manages to grab the other leg,
however Troy shakes him off and gets his other leg over the top,
Myth climbs quickly and grabs Troys hand whilst it still holds
the top of the cage, Myth uses all the strength left in him to
pull Troy up opposite him on the cage, Carange throws a left hand
at Myth, but Myth blocks it and hits Troy with a left of his own
that nearly sends Carange flailing off the cage, Myth grabs Troy
around the neck... DM:
What the hell is he thinking... Myth
suddenly lurches backward and twists hittting Troy with the Price
of Fame back into the ring!!!! DM:
Oh my god, they're broken in half! JG:
I swear i’ve heard that somewhere before. Both
men remain motionless as the crowd begin to chant ‘Myth,
Myth Myth!’ After a few moments Myth begins to stagger to
his feet, he falls forward however, but right near the door. Myth
grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself closer to the door, he
gets his arms and head out the door then feels a sudden tug on
his leg. JG:
He’s alive! He’s alive! Troy,
miraculously, is somehow conscious, he pulls the leg of Myth,
dragging him back into the ring. He picks Myth up and attempts a
short clothesline, but Myth ducks, then kicks Troy in the gut and
attempts another Price of Fame, but Troy manages to spin out of
it, he kicks Myth in the stomach and hits the Roll of The Dice!!
Troy slumps down on his hands and knees. DM:
Surely thats it, all he needs to do is get out of there. Troy
slowly makes his way to his feet, he staggers to the side of the
cage and begins climbing, he gets two rungs up then falls back
down. DM:
My god, he’s got nothing left. JG:
Can you blame him! Troy
pulls himself up once again and begins climbing, he gets halfway
up when Myth gets back to his feet! The crowd go nuts as he walks
over and climbs up beside Troy, the two men begin trading
punches, neither man wanting to let go of the cage, Myth blocks a
punch from Troy, grabs his head and slams it into the side of the
cage. Troy falls from the cage onto the mat. DM:
Get out of there Myth! Myth
begins climbing, he gets to the top of the cage, Troy still isnt
moving. Myth stands at the top of the cage and looks down, then
back in the ring at Troy, then back outside again. He gets a
twisted look in his eye as he smirks toward the crowd, then
suddenly he leaps off the cage back into the ring and hits a
Noonsault on Troy!!!!!!!!!!! DM:
Holy shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! JG:
Thats what i was thinking. Myth
manages to just roll an arm over Chris Troy for the first pinfall
of the match 1...2....3!!! WINNER OF THE MATCH VIA PINFALL - MYTH DM: He did it! What a matchup, that was ppv quality stuff from both these athletes! JG: "Myth is one tough son of a bitch, isn't he? He's also a crazy fukker!" The camera cuts to backstage inside the locker room. Muerte is sitting on a grey metal chair wrapping his knuckles with athletic tape. He has his in-ring attire on and his boots laced up. The camera pulls out and sitting next to him is Vida. She's watching him intently and looks like she has a lot on her mind. The sound of the door opening interrupts the silence. The camera turns to the right and catches William Baugh stepping into the locker room. Will: Hey Muerte everythings set up. Security's set up outside the door and Vida will be safe. You just go out there and do what you need to do and don't worry about anything back here. Muerte's has finished wrapping his hands with the athletic tape and smashes his fist into his hand to test if the amount of tape is right. He stands up and looks straight into the camera. He looks focused and ready for a battle. He starts to hop up and down getting the blood flowing and then looks down at Vida. Muerte: You're gonna be alright. I'm gonna finish this match and then I am going to come back. You don't have to worry about a thing. Will, you stay here and keep watch. Muerte begins walking out of the locker room the camera switches into the hallway and outside in the hallway are four armed guards standing outside of the door. Muerte looks them up and down and then begins to walk down the corridor intent on getting the match underway and done. The camera then to the switches to the announcers table. DM: Well folks, if you missed it this past week Muerte got into an altercation with a man in a popular club. Muerte suffered no injuries, but the other man involved did. JG: Deserved it if you ask me. Is wrestling fake? People like that deserve to get their ass kicked. DM: Well I don't know about that. Anyway from that confrontation some things have been discovered about the attacker in the club. A startling revalation was made when they found a surveillance picture of Vida. That is why Muerte has taken it upon himself to make sure she's safe. JG: Now shes more guarded than Ft. Knox. DM:
It's a sad situation and I hope everything works out for Muerte. MID-CARD
MAIN EVENT All the lights in the arena begin to flicker on and off. After a couple of seconds the lights dim and darkness fills the arena. Then with an explosion at the top of the ramp, a green mist fog rolls into the arena and as the opening chords of "Bodies" by Drowning Pool begin, Muerte appears on the stage. He makes his way down to the ring, and awaits the arrival of his opponent, the former PPW World champion, Liana... JG: This match will be great...Well...any match with Lia in is a great one! DM: Control yourself James... Lia's
figure appears behind a smoke screen, Mudvayne's "Not Falling"kicks
in, and the lights go out... 2 or 3 seconds later strobe lights flash
around the arena before the lights eventually come back on to see
Lia part way down the ramp... She gets to the end of the ramp, slides
under the bottom rope and into the ring, before waving to the fans. The bell rings as Muerte and Liana come out from their corners and circle each other. The two tie up and the struggle begins; Muerte quickly pushes Liana back into the corner. The referee calls for the break and Muerte does so cleanly. He backs up, cracking his neck, as Liana looks a little annoyed. Liana paces out and begins circling Muerte, she goes for the tie up again, only to kick Muerte in the knee and monkey flips him over. Showing remarkable agility, Muerte lands on his feet and charges at his opponent with a clothesline. Liana ducks and goes for a dropkick. Muerte manages to back away into the corner. Liana rolls around to his feet as Muerte hops up to the second turnbuckle. Liana rises up just as Muerte leaps off and connects on a cross body block. However, Liana reverses the momentum, flipping the move and pinning Muerte’s shoulders to the mat instead. The referee dives down for naught… One… But Muerte quickly raises a shoulder up. Liana stands up and goes for an elbow drop, but rolls out of the way. Liana hits the mat but is quick to her feet, and tries again only to miss again. A third one misses its mark as well as both of them rise to their feet at the same time, Liana favors his elbow, but her eyes remain locked on Muerte. DM: A lot of intensity in Liana’s eyes, I'm sure she has been training ferociously in preparation of this match. Muerte
kicks Liana in the abdomen and applies a front face lock. He tosses
Liana’s arm over his own neck and hoists her up for a T-Bone
suplex. Liana wiggles free, landing on her feet behind Muerte and
backs into the ropes. Liana comes off with a big time super DDT.
DM: Liana locks in that killer move! JG: Wouldn’t it be something if Muerte submitted? DM: Muerte is one of the most resilient wrestlers I have ever seen. JG: I know, but wouldn’t it be something. DM: (Rolling his eyes) Yes… it would be something.
DM: Tough move there by Muerte! Muerte hooks both legs…
JG: That has to be it. Muerte goes for the pin…
Thr…but Liana gets a shoulder up. DM: Its not over! Liana has a lot riding on this match, she wants to prove he belongs in PPW, the home of the top wrestlers in this business. JG: But do you actually think she can defeat Muerte? DM: Liana is determined to turn the nonbelievers into believers. Muerte brings the groggy Liana up to his vertical base, but with a sudden surge of energy, she drives a shoulder into Muerte’s stomach. Then she does so again. Liana stands up and hits with a reverse DDT. Then she grabs Muerte and drags him towards the ropes, resting his head over the top of the middle ropes. JG: Where is Liana getting all this energy? DM: She is running on adrenaline! Liana walks off and bounces off the ropes, strutting forward and dropping a knee, onto his upper back, and rolling through to his feet. The referee warns him but Liana ignores him. Liana heads outside and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, pointing down to Muerte for a second before somersaulting off and dropping an elbow drop across the back of his head. Muerte falls backwards on the mat, holding his throat and neck. DM: What an outstanding move, it has Muerte in a great deal of pain…could Liana capture the win? Liana hooks both legs…
Liana gets up a little pissed off at the referee as Muerte rolls onto his stomach trying to get up. Liana then stomps on Muerte’s head before pulling him up and planting him with a kick to the midsection. She hooks head under arm, lift up for an Inverted DDT. At last minute, change to a Face Buster. DM: Blaze Of Glory! Liana hooks both legs all the way back…
Two… Three..no! Muerte gets a shoulder up in time to a mixed reaction from the fans! JG: That came as close as you can come without actually losing. Liana is growing frustrated as much as she is growing fatigued. But she continues her offense, pulling Muerte up by the hair. Liana attempts a pumphandle, but Muerte skips over her back and lands behind her. Muerte quickly takes a couple of steps back and as Liana turns around, Muerte lunges forward, smacking her with his Elevated DDT DM: The Red Masque! But as Muerte goes for a cover on Lia, somebody appears through the crowd and jumps over the barrier. JG: What the...? DM: Who the hell is that?! JG: Dunno, but he looks angry! The guy catches Muerte's eye, who instantly seems to recognise him. Muerte gets to his feet and approaches the ring apron, where he confronts the character. JG: Wait a minute... DM: What? JG: I recognise that guy... DM: Who is he? JG: I can't remember his name, I just recognise him from somewhere...maybe another federation I was in back in my wrestling days...I...I'm not sure... DM: Well whoever he is, he knows who Muerte is, and he's here for some trouble! The man distracts Muerte long enough to allow Liana back into the match. She manages to get back to her vertical base, and hits Muerte from behind with a Stalling Suplex. As she executes this move, the guy begins to rummage underneath the ring apron, seemingly in search of something. Liana goes for a cover on Muerte... One... Two... ...but Muerte manages to kick-out of the cover! He then gets to his feet and issues a Bulldog to Liana. As he turns around, the man is in the ring with Muerte, swinging a steel chair above his head. He takes a shot at Muerte, but the Mexican ducks the shot, and kicks the chair back into the man's face! DM: Great reactions from Muerte! JG: This is pissin' me off now...where the hell do I know that guy from?! Muerte tosses the man out of the ring, and tries to re-focus his attention to Liana. Muerte then looks at the crowd, and goes running to An Essa Rios-type Moonsault ending in a Leg Drop. He then drops for the cover…
JG: That was a beautiful "Suicidal Tendencies", can Liana kick from that?!
Two… Three! WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - Muerte DM: A Great victory by Muerte over Liana - this win alone will propel him higher up the ranks in PPW! Muerte exits the ring and approaches the body of the man who tried to screw him earlier in the match. The man tries to get up, but Muerte just tosses him towards the ramp. Again, the guy struggles to try and get to his feet, but again Muerte tosses him further up the ramp, and begins to swiftly kick the man repeatedly in the stomach. JG: Well whoever this guy is, he has some beef with Muerte, and vice-versa! DM: I can't help thinking it's something to do with what happened this past week in Muerte's social life... JG: Could well be... Eventually Muerte manages to kick the man all the way to the top of the ramp way, where 3 Canadian mounties await them. Muerte quickly stops his assaulting motions on the man, and mouths something to the mounties. The mounties then pick up the wounded man, and lock him in some cuffs! DM: The mounties just arrested the guy! Whoever he is he's in some serious trouble now! MATCH
4 DM: Ok, a debut match coming up next for David Cullen, Jim. And from seeing his promo last week, he seems like a really tough guy… JG: Yeah I remember hearing of him while he was in LSDW, and he really did make an impression with a lot of people. Jesy Blue needs to watch himself here and not take Cullen for granted. DM: Right then, we’re just about ready for the match folks… 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. DM: An impressive entrance there by Cullen, now we await the arrival of PPW’s stoner, Jesy Blue… 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... YOU’RE A VICTIM…OF HARDSTYLE!" After that the raver music begins and yellow, green and 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. JG: Y’know, Michaels…I HATE Jesy Blue! DM: Why the hell do you hate Jesy? He’s a great superstar! PPW’s longest-serving superstar in fact! JG: I dunno, he just really gets under my skin! The 2 men come together in the centre of the ring a look of pure concentration on the face of David Cullen. Jesy Blue is waving to the crowds with a slight smile on his face, before focusing his attention to Cullen. DM: This is a HUGE match for Cullen, Bomb. His first in 2 years, Jesy has to be thinking that he’s the favourite for this one… JG: Well he IS the favourite, he wrestles every week in PPW, and Cullen has been out of action for such a long time! The
bell sounds as Cullen goes straight after Jesy Blue and hits him with
a Front Leg Snap Sidekick. He then follows it up with a Reverse Russian
Leg Sweep, and goes for an early cover… 2… kick-out by Jesy Blue. DM: Wow!!! What a start for Cullen! He’s going straight in for the early victory! JG: He ain’t gonna beat Blue like that! Cullen quickly gets back to his feet, and hits Jesy with a Missile Dropkick, and then goes for an Austin Spinebuster, which Jesy manages to reverse into a DDT! DM: Great recovery by Jesy Blue! Blue then hits a Spinning Wheel Kick on Cullen, trying to get back into the match. He then issues a Running Fame Asser, knocking Cullen down onto his belly. This time Jesy goes for a cover… 1… 2… shoulder up by Cullen. JG: I can see this being a great match, Michaels. Fast-flowing and back and forth… Cullen snaps back to his feet, but Jesy knocks him back down with an Armdrag. As Cullen snaps back up again, Jesy hits a Springboard Dropkick, and goes for another cover! 1… 2… another kick-out by David Cullen. Jesy runs at Cullen, but Cullen executes a quick Drop Toe Hold to regain the upper hand in the match. He then hits a Double Arm STF, and follows it up with a Sit Out Jawbreaker! DM: I cannot believe how open this match has been, Grande. Cullen’s been away from the ring for such a long time in terms of today’s wrestling, but he looks like he wrestled a match last week – he looks great in the ring! JG: Whoa! Calm yourself Donny boy, getting a bit hot under the collar there! Cullen maintains the edge over Blue by hitting him with an Irish Hammer – his version of a Dudley Dog! He then goes for another cover… 1… 2… 3!!! No! Kick-out on the 2-count by Jesy! JG: That was close! DM: TOO close!!! Cullen leaves the ring and makes his way over to the ring announcer’s area. He pushes the announcer off his chair, and folds it up ready to use. But as he turns around, Jesy Blue is there right in front of him! Blue hits Cullen with another Spinning Wheel Kick, sending the chair crashing into Cullen’s face! JG: WOW!!! That was almost like a Van Daminator! DM: Great shot by Jesy Blue! Cullen may be out cold! But Cullen is only down for a short time. He quickly gets back to his feet, and he and Jesy begin to exchange shots, blow-for-blow. Cullen swings at Jesy and connects with a left, then Jesy hits Cullen with a right. Cullen reacts with a right of his own, then Jesy hits a left on Cullen. DM: This one’s turning into a real slobber knocker!!! JG: But which guy is the toughest of the 2? My money’s on Davey Cullen! DM: Er, Jim, you can’t actually get away with calling him “Davey” – only his mum and his former tag partner can call him that! JG: Whatever Don, you loser… The 2 continue to exchange lefts and rights, until finally Cullen ends the moment with a knee to the midsection of Jesy Blue! He then rolls Blue back into the ring. DM: The upper hand still remains with Cullen, Bomb… Cullen then picks up Jesy Blue and hits a pinning Death Valley Driver! He goes for a cover… 1… 2… but Jesy gets the shoulder up! Cullen grabs Jesy’s head to pick him up, but Jesy hits an Armwhip Neckbreaker! He then kicks Cullen in the stomach, and bounces off the ropes. He then executes a faultless Pacifier on David Cullen! DM: PACIFIER!!! JESY GOT THE PACIFIER!!! JG: Dammit! Where the hell did that move come from?! DM: From outta nowhere! Jesy then goes for a cover on David Cullen… 1… 2… but Cullen manages to get his foot onto the bottom rope! DM: Great ring awareness there by David Cullen…man if this is what he’s like after 2 years then I can’t even imagine what he was like back then when he wrestled regularly! JG: I told you he turned a few heads… DM: Yeah but you suck… Jesy Blue can not believe he didn’t get the win from the Pacifier. He gets back to his feet and continues his offence. He hits Cullen with a second Side Effect, followed by a DDT. He then kicks Cullen again, then runs off the ropes for a second time. DM: Here comes another Pacifier, Jim! But as Jesy Blue gets close to Blue, Cullen hits a Diamond Cutter! JG: Whoa! The Hangover! DM: That’s his trademark move, Jim!!! JG: It’s over!!! Cullen goes for a cover… 1… 2… 3!!! It’s over!!! DM: Cullen got the victory! First match in 2 years! WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL - David Cullen JG: Great debut there by Cullen, he will go on to impress here in PPW, mark my words... We head backstage to Quentin Barnes office. He's sat at his desk with a small notepad and a pencil in front of him. There's a knock on the door. QB: Come in... A man looks around the door and enters the office. QB: I hear you have information about Wolf's possible participation in the assault of Johnny Pyro? Man: Yes sir... It's not much, but I just thought you should know that at about 11:15 I saw Wolf making his way out of his locker room with a bandaged right hand. There was blood on the bandage and from what I remember about his match, he never cut his hand... Barnes writes all of the information down on the pad in front of him. He says nothing for a moment, pondering the information given to him. QB: You saw nothing else? Man: No sir... QB: Ok thank you, you may leave... The man heads out of the office as Barnes looks at the paper. QB: Pyro was found at 11... Which gives an extra 30 minutes for Wolf to have cut his hand... hardly concrete evidence... The guy looks like he could chew glass... The door knocks again and Dylan, sister of Liana pops her head around the door. D: Hello Quentin... QB: Great... Hey Dylan... So... what do you know? D: I'll be brief... Omega was in MY lockeroom untill 11:15. It couldn't have been him because we were busy... Discussing something... QB: Thank you for your information... You're excused... D: Why thank you... "Boss"... Dylan turns and slowly swings her hips as she leaves the room... Barnes looks at the paper in deep thought... QB: Wait a second... Omega was at there when Pyro was being moved at 11:05... Which means either she is lying... Or that clock was wrong... Either way, that alibi isn't concrete... A third knock brings in referee Don Henman, former XWF owner.... QB: What in the hell do you want? DH: Easy Barnes... I have information... I saw Tre Crawford WITH Johnny Pyro enter that lockeroom at 10:30. I was outside that door untill 10:40, and at no point did I see Tre leave that room... 20 minutes seem like enough time? QB: Thanks for the information... Now get out before I fire your ass for looking stupid... Henman leaves the room looking slightly pissed. He passes a young man at the door. QB: Finally... A lead... Oh, hi... come in... Kid: H... h... h... Hi theyre Mr. B... B.... Barnes... QB: Are you nervous or is that a complex? Kid: I... i... I... I'd t... t... thank you no... not... to mention m... m... my st... stu... stut... stu... stutter... please... s... s.... sir! QB: Do you work here!? Kid: Y... y... y... Yes... QB: Where??? Kid: O... o... On the Phon... Phones... for the... c.... c... complaints d... dep... d... depart... d... department.... The crowds laugh as Barnes slaps his head. QB: Jeses... No wonder we get no damn complaints, no-one stays on the damn phone long enough to issue one... Listen, write what you know down... and get the hell outta here...
Barnes looks up as the kid is leaving the room. QB: Hey Kid... Thanks... We head back to ringside, Barnes looking ponderous... MAIN
EVENT DM:Well Bomb, how can the Main Event possibly follow that match? JG: I have no idea Michaels… Look at him, Michaels…excellence personified, they don't come much better than Omega! A 5 second countdown appears on the PurePainTron. Then the lights go out for a second, and come back on as "Awake" by Clay People blasts over the PA system, and a series of blue and silver pyros explode. A puff of blue smoke sprouts out from the entrance and Wolf appears through the smoke. Wolf remains on the stage for a few seconds with a serious look on his face. Then he walks down the aisle. When he gets near the ring a Hugh explosion of blue fire comes out from the turnbuckles. He walks up the steel steps and into the ring. DM: You're entitled to your opinion, Bomb. Personally I think Omega is sick, he's twisted, and at times rather satanic! JG: Yeah…he's great ain't he! DM: You got hit in the head too many times in your wrestling days, Jim…it's affected your brain JG: I'll affect yours in a minute Donovan, just try me… 'Can't Keep' by Pearl Jam splits the airwaves as Verafai makes his way out. The champion holds the World Title around his waist, and a crutch in his right hand. He makes his way to the ring where he waits for Wolf... DM: Can we concentrate on the match, please? You're fave star is makin' his entrance and all you can do is threaten me! JG: Right… * shouts to Omega * …SORRY OMEGA!!! Omega looks in the direction of the commentators, and gives a sadistic laugh. He slowly walks the steps and enters the ring, pacing it up and down, threatening to walk through the announcer unless he moves. The crowd start chants of Omega sucks, Wolf rules, though Omega looks at the fans as if to say I don't give a shit what you think. The bell rings and both men stare at each other. Omega is talking at Wolf, but they are out of earshot of the cameramen, and so cannot be heard. DM: This should be an entertaining match to say the least, so much on the line for Wolf and Omega tonight! JG: Like what?! DM: Omega's pride and a chance for Wolf to prove himself! JG: Yeah yeah, and I think Omega's gotta be careful tonight, Wolf has flew up the ranks here in PPW and is apparently really impressing the owners – I hear he's even impressing our C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci, and people like Wolf don't usually impress JD! DM: What do you mean by people like Wolf? JG: Y'know…the uncontrollable types, ones who wont kiss ass! DM: *Sarcastic tone* Like you, you mean? JG: Yeah, yeah like me … Hey, was that sarcasm!? Both men lock-up in the centre of the ring, using their upper-body strength to try and win the tie-up. Wolf gets the better off Omega and Irish Whips him in to the ropes on the right-hand-side of the ring, from camera-view. DM: So here we go with Wolf getting' the first chance to build some offensive, what will he do…? Wolf connects with an Armdrag, knocking Omega to the ground. DM: …Armdrag! But Omega quickly back to his feet, and circling the ring, with that sick smile on his face! Wolf raises both hands in the air, offering Omega a test of strength. JG: Nah, I don't think Omega'll take Wolf's up on his offer here, I think he suspects some foul-thinking. DM: Maybe Bomb… Omega considers Wolf's offer, and looks to the crowd…they begin boo as he hesitates – he slowly raises his arms to meet with Wolf's. Both men eventually lock hands, and start to push against each other, trying to gain some much-needed advantage in the early-goings of this match. However, Omega quickly gets bored, and kicks Wolf in the stomach. DM: Oh come on! Sneak shot by Omega! JG: That's the way to play the game, Michaels! As Wolf is folded over, Omega runs off the ropes and hits a Neckbreaker, knocking Wolf off his vertical base. Omega then picks Wolf back up and Irish Whips him in to the ropes. On the return, Omega delivers a Big Boot to the face of Wolf. JG: Wow! Did you hear that impact?! DM: Well Wolf is down on the canvas, but one thing that Omega will have to bear in mind is that Wolf is very determined, and has proven on occasions that he will not give up, he will carry on fighting 'til there is no more fight left to give. Omega goes for an insulting early pin on Wolf, and as expected, a 1-count only. Omega continues his assault though, and gets down on his knees and proceeds to strangle Wolf, illegally, right in front of the referee's eyes. DM: C'mon, ref! That's blatantly illegitimate! JG: What? DM: He's chokin' the life out him in from t of the referee's eyes… The referee forces Omega to break the hold, and so he does, reluctantly. Omega then looks at the crowd, lapping up what he has just got away with, but the crowd simply curse him, and begin a chant of ass-hole, ass-hole!. Omega looks back at the crowd and shouts Screw you!. DM: Wolf's strugglin' top get his breath back after that foul play from Omega Omega again picks Wolf up, but as he's doing so, Wolf hits an elbow in to Omegas mid-rift, causing him to release the grip he has on Wolf. Wolf follows it up with a second elbow, and a third...Omega's grip is completely removed from Wolf. DM: Wolf breaks free, and is gonna mount some attack now on the callous Omega! Wolf hits a DDT on Omega, shooting him to the ground for the first time in quite some time in this contest. Wolf drops an elbow. He then goes for a pin fall… 1…2…kick-out by Omega after 2. Wolf grabs Omega by his long, black hair, and delivers a punch between the eyes, causing Omega to reel on the spot. Wolf then runs off the ropes… DM: He picks up Omega and nails a Spinebuster! And a beauty! Omega is down again – Wolf goes for another pin attempt. 1…2…kick-out by Omega again. JG: C'mon Omega! Don't let this mid-carder beat your ass up! DM: Wolf's no mid-carder, Bomb…the way he's goin', he's a main-eventer, possibly even a future No. 1 Contender! JG: We'll see, Michaels… Wolf picks Omega up again, and performs a Rundown, knocking Omega through the second rope, and on to the floor outside the ring. JG: Here we go, this one's spilled outside the ring, Donovan… DM: Yeah, just make sure Omega stays away from underneath the ring, ref! JG: Why who's under there? DM: No-one, idiot, but Omega's the kinda guy who wants to win at ANY cost, he may find a useful aide… JG: Oh right…like who? Wolf is to his feet first, and delivers a series of kicks to Omega's chest, then picks Omega up and whips him in to the barriers surrounding the PPW ring. DM: Ooo…that must've hurt Omega, did you hear the crack! Omega slowly returns to his feet, and is tossed into the ring by Wolf. Wolf climbs the turnbuckle again, and attempts an Elbow Drop…Omega managed to move his body out of the way! Wolf writhes in agony on the mat! JG: That's it Omega! Capitalise, capitalise! Omega slowly crawls towards Wolf's bruised body, and attempts a pin… 1…2… DM: No! Wolf got a shoulder up, right on the count of 3! Omega clambers to his feet, and debates the decision with the referee. The referee holds up two fingers, indicating to Omega that the count of 3 was not finished. Omega looks down at Wolf's body and hurls abuse at him. JG: That fall seem to hit Wolf pretty badly, Michaels, he's more hurt than any of us first expected! DM: It certainly looks that way, Jim Wolf tries to get back to his feet, but Omega counters his move with an elbow to the kidney region. Wolf flops to the ground again. Omega leaves the ring and begins to look under it…and pulls out a table!!! JG: Here we go, Michaels! It looks like Omega's getting' ready for the Chaotic Edge!!! DM: Surely the referee will stop Omega from doin' this! The referee climbs out of the ring and tries to remove the table from Omega's grasp, but Omega takes out the ref! DM: Damn it! The referee's out cold, and Omega has a table! JG: Not good news for Wolf! Omega slides the table in to the ring, and sets it up in the corner. He picks Wolf up and takes him to the corner where the table is located. Omega climbs the turnbuckle, and sets Wolf up for a Michenoku Driver… JG: HE GOT IT!!! DRIVER THROUGH A TABLE!!! IT'S OVER, IT'S OVER!!! DM: Not without a referee! Omega'll pay the price for knockin' him unconscious! But to everybody's surprise, Omega doesn't go for the pin. Instead, he picks Wolf up, and again climbs the ropes. JG: He's goin' up again, Michaels, what this time? DM: OMEGA DEVICE! Omega smashes Wolf's body to the ground with a Diamond Cutter! DM: Wolf has been broken in half by the impact of that Omega Device!!! That's gotta be it, you could count to 20 before Wolf got up! Omega laughs at Wolf, and then climbs out of the ring to revive the referee. The referee awakens, and is tossed inside the PPW ring. JG: The ref's up…it's time to be victorious Omega! Omega covers Wolf… 1…..2…..Wolf's foot is on the ropes! JG: What happened?! Why'd he stop the count?! The match is over, woo-hoo!!! DM: No he's not, Wolf managed to get his foot on to the rope! The match WILL continue!!! Omega falls to the ground in utter disbelief…he hit Wolf with TWO of his finishing moves, and Wolf didn't kick out, but managed to salvage his match! Omega picks Wolf up, and goes for an Irish Whip. On the rebound, Omega raises his huge boot to Wolf's face, but Wolf ducks it, and hits the Annihilation! on the counter! DM: HOLY GOD! How did Wolf manage that? How did he stay on his feet? How did he GET to his feet? JG: I've no clue, Michaels… Wolf crawls over to Omega and goes for a pin attempt… 1…2…kick-out! JG: It's still game on here Donovan, when will it end? Wolf kicks Omega in the stomach, doubling him over. He hooks Omega into a Last Ride position, a figure out of the corner of the screen slides a Steel Chair in as Omega's head bounces off. They then pull it back and drops to his knees before the ref sees what's happened! DM: LAST RIDE, WOLF HIT THE LAST RIDE!!! NOW IT'S OVER! Wolf goes for the pin attempt on Omega… 1…2…3!!! DM: He got it, Wolf got the pin fall! Ah what a match! Entertaining isn't the word! Wolf has defeated Omega! WINNER
OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL – Wolf JG: What was that!? DM: What!? JG: WITH THE CHAIR!? DM: I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING! Liana rolls into the ring as Omega rolls out. He's at ringside looking down at the ground as Lia takes the plaudits from the fans. She doesn't. Wolf slowly gets to his feet and turns to see her stood looking at him. He backs away and rolls out of the ring. He nods towards her with a smile on his face as he turns and walks away into the distance. Back in the ring, Liana doesn't notice Omega sliding back into the ring with the crutch. DM: Oh my god, Omega just clobbered Liana with that crutch! This is uncalled for. JG: Hey, Liana had no business coming down to the ring in the first place, she's getting exactly what she deserves. Liana falls to the canvas holding her midsection, meanwhile Omega slides out of the ring and then ducks under it, he comes back up holding a pair of handcuffs. DM: What the hell is he gonna do now, hasn't he done enough! Omega slides back in the ring and grabs Liana, he places one set of handcuffs on her right wrist, and attaches it to the top rope, he then grabs her left wrist and handcuffs that hand also to the top rope. Liana is still weary as Omega picks up the crutch again and lifts it above his head. DM: Oh my god! Is he insane, he's gonna kill her!!! Liana looks up at Omega helpless, as the world champ holds the crutch above his head. D: Verafai wait! A voice emerges from the top of the rampway causing Verafai to turn and look. JG: It's Dylan, whats she doing here!?! DM: Probably trying to save her sister, thank god somebody came out here. JG: She weighs about one hundred pounds soaking wet, what the hell is she gonna do? D: Verafai you can't, this isn't right. Omega turns away from Dylan and focuses his attention back on Liana, as if trying to ignore her. D: Verafai... I'm pregnant! JG: Did she just say... Verafai immediately looks over at Dylan, completely shocked at what she's just said. DM: But what does this mean? Is Verafai the father? Suddenly security rush to ringside and stand between Omega and Liana, however Omega appears transfixed by Dylan's stunning admission. DM: Well I don't know what the hell just happened, but we're out of time, seeya next week! FADE TO BLACK |