GENESIS RESULTS
Date:
Wednesday, November 9th, 2005
Venue: Dodger Stadium
Location:Los Angeles, CA
RA: Ladies and Gentlemen, here to sing us through the road to Genesis and to put the matches into perspective, Universal records artist, HATEBREEEEED!
OPENING MATCH
DM: Well, the time is finally here the start of Genesis. A 3-way battle between Spawn, Shadow and Raine Austin. Let’s head to the ring.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL: RAINE AUSTIN
James Shanahan grabs the mic and starts the rest of the band up. Behind them on the PPWtron, videos for each of the matches play, showing us how the matches came about. It finishes with the Main Event.
JS: Your reign of terror is coming to an end
And all your victims' pain will be avenged
Taker of innocence, I want your demise
Tear you apart for the unspeakable things you tried to hide
Come on Genesis, I fucking hate you
Every bone in my body will ache
`Till I destroy everything you love
And fill your life with their pain
Two long fucking months
I waited to erase all the memories
And you can't fucking stop me
My vengeance is finally born
Two long fucking months
Your reign of terror is coming to an end
And I have no mercy for your soul
Your blood is on my hands
Let me hear you scream Los Angeles!
A call for blood
For what you've done
No tolerance (for what you've done)
A call for blood
For what you've done
No tolerance (for what you've done)
All their Raine Austin, all their pain
All their nightmare, all their misery
It's all coming back to haunt you
Your time is up and you've no where to hide
(I fucking hate you…)
(Two long fucking months…)
(A call for blood...)
No fucking tolerance.
Pure Pain Wrestling
Let the blood spill
Vengeance is born
A call for blood.
The camera scans the Dodger Stadium, signs such as “Butch Loves You Johnny”, “Colin Zale for PM” and “Harmony, Marry Me?” just to name a few. The camera stops at ringside, showing Donovan Michaels and Jim Grande sitting behind the announce table.
DM: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS GENESIS! I’m Donovan Michaels sitting next to Jim “The Bomb” Grande. And Bomb, after an action packed Mutilation we’ve made it to Genesis.
JG: Yes it was a great week wasn’t it? Quentin Barnes the bastard kicked my ass and I’ve been spewing up blood ever since. And I can still taste my balls in my mouth.
DM: Well your replacement did a great job, maybe we’ll have to get him to retire and become a full time commentator.
JG: You mean that asshole, The Dark Lotus?
DM: Yes the returning Dark Lotus who will take on Jonathan Willis. Also returning for competition is the man who whooped your ass last week, Quentin Barnes, who will take on Verafai Omega.
JG: And I hope he kicks he’s ass. But also tonight we have Title vs. Title as Colin Zale and Shane Kast square off. Tre and Baby Santiago defend their Tag Titles against Caleb Hart and Pierce Ward in what should be one hel…
Jim Grande is cut off suddenly as the lights go out. “Only One” by Slipknot blasts throughout the arena as a dark shadow stands in the entrance. The shadow throws his right arm in the air as pyros shoot from all over the stage. The lights come back on and the figure is now visible and is clearly The Dark Lotus. The Dark Lotus walks down the ramp and steps into the ring to a chorus of cheers. The ring announcer hands him a microphone. The Dark Lotus walks around the ring a little, waiting for the cheers to die down. Once they do, he starts to talk.
Lotus: Wow! It’s great to be back here in Los Angeles, Calaforn-i-a!
JG: Now listen to him. First he cuts me off and then he puts in a little cheap pop. I’m so sick of this guy!
Lotus: Hey Bomb, how bout you shut your mouth before someone else kicks it in for you! If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I would have farted!
This joke gets the crowd laughing as they start and asshole chant towards The Bomb, who looks pissed.
Lotus: Now don’t cry Jimmy boy, it’s all right. I’m going to sop picking on you, for now. Well it’s been some time since I stepped into a PPW ring. It has been tough just sitting at home with my feet up watching Mutilation week in week out, knowing that I couldn’t be here to be with everyone in the back. But guess what, I’m back and I’m ready to start kicking some ass. Now as I did sit at home with my feet up, I was able to watch the new guys coming in and really see what they were like. Guys like Pierce Ward, Caleb Hart, El Supremo Maximo and Raine Austin really did nothing to me. But as I watched Jonathan Willis, I saw something special. I saw some things that reminded me of a young me. I sat there and thought that this guy has some potential. That’s when I got on the phone and called Johnny Dinucci and told him what I thought of the guy. And that’s why I’m standing here today, and that’s why later tonight you will see Jonathan Willis vs. The Dark Lotus.
Jonathan, you have really shown me that you will be a force to be reckoned with in the coming months. But son, you have one major hurdle to overcome before you can prove yourself to me. Tonight, win lose or draw, you must prove to me that you can handle the pressure of a big match. Sure this isn’t for any title, but it is for something much more then any title. Tonight you will be competing for my respect and my praise. There are only a handful of guys here in PPW that have been around for as long as I have, which means when I have an opinion of someone, I’m usually listened to. So tonight Jonathan, not only are you going to try and win this match, you’ll be trying to win my approval. Are you up to it?
The Dark Lotus walks around the ring for a few seconds, his expressions changing from calm to focused and a look of anger comes over his face.
Lotus: 3 months. 3 months of my life were taken away from me and for what? What were you trying to prove Verafai? Were you trying to gain some revenge on me for what I did to you, breaking your neck and taking your World Championship? Well Verafai, the only thing you took from me was those 3 months. I lost nothing. But I did gain something. I gained some anger and once Shane Kast defeated you for my BloodGames Championship, I felt self-satisfaction. And yes I did call it my title. You see I’ve not forgotten the night you screwed me out of the BloodGames title tournament. That belt should have been mine! Even though I’ve never seen eye to eye with Quentin Barnes, I do hope he takes your ass to hell and back. And when he’s arm is raised in victory, I’ll be the first one to congratulate him.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I’ll take no more of your time. I think I’ve ranted and raved enough. Enjoy Genesis and I’ll see you all later on tonight.
The Dark Lotus drops the mic as he walks out of the ring to the sounds of “Only One”. PPW Genesis cuts to an advert for “JD: On The Rocks”, the amateur porn movie featuring PPW’s C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci.
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Raine Austin vs. Spawn vs. Shadow
“Whatever” by Our Lady Peace hits the arena. As the first cord of “Whatever” by Our Lady Peace is hit, the arena fans scream with cheers as the yellow and orange blue lights bring to flash around. Then just as before the first line of the song is sung, the blue flamed pyro goes of off in front of the entrance (on the ramp) Then the fans erupt again as Raine Austin makes his way out from behind the curtain walks to the ring in his trademark black leather coat, black shades.
After he slides into the ring, he slides his coat down to his elbows and puts his hands out, posing in the middle of the ropes at each of the four sides of the ring. He shows off as he feels he is a rock star. Finally he places his Shades on his head as he jumps down to give them to a fan.
One red beam of light focuses on the centre of the stage. A thick fog rolls across the stage “Children of the Grave” by Rob Zombie begins to play. Spawn then begins to rise up from under the stage. After he is fully risen he then pauses for a moment observing the crowd and feeling the electricity in the air.
Spawn starts to walk down the ramp. His music begins to pick up. As he walks down the ramp, the sides of the ramp light on fire all the way down to the bottom of the ramp. He then walks to the stairs at the side of the ramp pauses again and begins to climb them slowly as he enters the ring through the middle rope and climbs the turnbuckle. He then stands up observing the crowd’s cheers and roars.
DM: This is turning out to be an all Canadian match. For all we know Shadow could be Canadian too.
JG: That’s why he listed his hometown as unknown. He doesn’t want to be know as a Canadian.
DM: I really don’t think that’s true.
“The Crow” begins to play as a little child begins to speak. The lights go out and smoke begins to build up around the entranceway as a dark shadow begins to walk out from the smoke above. Shadow begins to slowly walk to the ring as he gets to the ring he jumps to the top of the ring post and kneels onto the ring post like a crow with a sadistic smile.
The bell rings and the match is under way. Spawn and Raine Austin step out of the corners, looking apprehensive. All three men exchange glares back and forth as they begin to raise their hands into the air, looking for a three-way test of strength. All three are about to interlock hands when Spawn chops Raine Austin across the chest, causing him to turn away and step towards the turnbuckle. The crowd in unison shout out the Ric Flair “WHOOO!” Spawn throws a forearm into the side of Shadow’s face, followed by another blow, and then a third. The shots knock Shadow in reverse, against the ropes back first. Spawn pulls his hand back and delivers a knife edge chop across his chest, Shadow tries to cover up as Raine Austin steps behind Spawn and then charges in quickly with a great burst of speed. Spawn turns around and ducks forward suddenly as Raine Austin charges past him and clotheslines Shadow violently over the ropes.
DM: A nice clothesline there by Austin.
JG: But he wasn’t meant to hit Shadow, he totally stuffed that up.
DM: The point is, never mind.
Spawn hits a snap suplex on Raine Austin. Raine Austin rolls across the canvas and then rises to his feet only to be knocked down to the canvas with a second snap suplex of equal devastation. Raine Austin stands up and stumbles backwards, Spawn kicks him to the gut quickly and slides his hand into his hair. He pulls him forward into a head butt shot that causes Raine Austin to spiral backwards some more with a shocked expression upon his face. Spawn grabs him by the arm now, stepping around under it, wrapping both hands around his wrist, twisting it and causing Raine Austin to collapse onto a single knee. Shadow begins to pull himself up on the apron, leaning chest first against the ropes, looking for his proper time to strike.
DM: Shadow is looking ready to pounce Bomb. These other two better be careful.
Raine Austin pushes himself up onto his feet slowly before he cartwheels across the canvas with his free hand, landing on both feet and then reversing the submission. He bends the arm of Spawn backwards into a top wrist lock now, trying to get the submission when Shadow slides into the ring and steps to the opposite side of Raine Austin. He grabs one of his arms and bends it backwards into a top wrist lock of his own, while Raine Austin still keeps the one locked in on Spawn. The fans begin to cheer this display when Shadow sweeps the leg of Raine Austin out from under him, causing him to release Spawn and collapse back first onto the canvas.
JG: A desperate move to escape the hold, but a good one all the same.
Shadow bends over him trying to keep the hold applied when Spawn rushes sideways into the ropes, bouncing off of them and then charging back in. He jumps into the air and comes down with a leg drop across the throat of Raine Austin while he was still down and held in the top wristlock. Spawn now slides around on his knees and grabs the other arm of Raine Austin, bending it over backwards into a top wrist lock as well. Raine Austin begins to yell in pain to find both of his arms tied up in the top wrist lock, the referee dropping down and making a three count as both of Raine Austin’s shoulders press to the canvas in this position.
One…
Two…
Thr...
Raine Austin rolls backwards, getting out of the double wristlock and then getting onto his knees. He places both men in a front face lock while they were in the kneeling position as well before rising to his feet, dragging Spawn and Shadow upward. Raine Austin looks towards the heavens and begins mumbling something to himself with a proud expression on his face when Shadow and Spawn both pull their heads free and deliver a double knife edge chop across his chest. Raine Austin collapses onto the canvas back first after the double shot to his chest. Shadow turns towards Spawn now, throwing a closed right fist into the side of his face, followed by a high knee directly into his mid-section.
JG: I was wondering how long it would take before they turned on each other.
DM: This is a one pinfall to the end match, the first man to score the pinfall or submission wins. So it’s every man for himself.
Spawn bends forward as Shadow begins to hit him repeatedly to the chin with right hands before pulling his hand back and delivering a blistering knife edge chop to his chest. Spawn covers his chest and backs up before Shadow grabs him by the wrist, twisting his body around while getting behind the back of Spawn. He places his arm in a hammerlock as Spawn slaps his shoulder, trying to get himself free from the hold. Shadow twists his arm a little more at a very awkward angle as Spawn tries to bend forward in order to reach through his legs and grab one of Shadow’s. Shadow keeps him from doing so though, further applying the hammerlock.
DM: Spawn really showing some technical ability here.
Spawn reaches up with his free arm now, wrapping it around the neck of Shadow and connects with a snap mare. Shadow flips over, landing posterior first on the canvas. Spawn drops down to his knees and grabs him around the waist, placing him in a reverse bear hug of sorts. Shadow turns his body though, sliding around so that he can grab Spawn around the neck, pulling him down into a front gantry. Spawn squirms free and slides around, placing the side of his body to the side of Shadow’s head, placing him in a side-headlock.
DM: Check out this chain wrestling going on between Spawn and Shadow.
JG: Your feeble mind is so easily impressed isn’t it Donovan? That isn’t chain wrestling, in order to do something like that both of these men would actually have to know how to wrestle in the first place. They don’t have a technical wrestling bone contained within their entire brittle bodies. I can out chain wrestle either of those men just using my pinkie finger alone.
Spawn continues to hold onto the side headlock when Shadow pulls his head free, grabbing the arm of Spawn once again and placing him in another hammerlock. Spawn begins to squirm around upon his posterior trying to free himself as Shadow puts all of his strength behind the submission. Raine Austin steps in finally, still holding his chest when he bends forward, grabbing Shadow around the neck, pulling his head in reverse with a dragon sleeper. Shadow is forced to break the hammerlock as he is dragged upwards to his feet, Raine Austin pulling him to the centre of the ring, away from the ropes. He still has him bent over backwards with the dragon sleeper while Shadow flails his arms.
JG: It’s about damn time Raine Austin stopped bludging. He doesn’t get paid to lie around all night. If he wanted to do that, I suggest becoming a prostitute.
DM: And you’d know all about that. Where the hell do we get these guys? Jesy Blue and Jim Grande?
JG: Hey I came from, hey that’s none of your damn business!
He switches up the submission immediately into a front gantry now, bending Shadow forward. Raine Austin has him bent forward expertly with the hold as Spawn rises to his feet and looks over his shoulder at the submission hold, which Shadow has been put in perfectly. Shadow pulls his head free suddenly, switching around behind the back of Raine Austin, grabbing his arm in the process and then placing it in a hammerlock before shoving him forward in the direction of Spawn. Spawn jumps into the air and dropkicks Raine Austin straight to the shoulder, knocking him off his feet and down back first onto the canvas, he grabs his arm and rolls across the ring as Spawn begins to rise to his feet. He has his back aimed in the direction of Shadow, who charges in quickly behind him with a great deal of speed. He jumps into the air and grabs Spawn by the back of the head, flying forward with a face buster. Spawn’s face slams violently into the canvas before he rolls over onto his back, Shadow rises to his feet immediately and then stares over at the ropes. He charges at them quickly and then jumps into the air, springing onto the second rope before flipping backwards with a lionsault. Spawn gets his knees up straight into his mid-section however, causing Shadow to hit ribs first and then stand up straight, stumbling backwards. He holds his ribs in tremendous pain, shouting at the top of his lungs when Raine Austin steps up behind him, burying his shoulder into his spine and lifting him into the air.
JG: That’s why Raine Austin is the man. Taking advantage of the situation.
DM: I’ll give credit where credit is due and I’ll agree with you, he’s definitely got his smart pants on tonight.
Raine Austin spins Shadow around, making several rotations before finally dropping down into a vicious belly to back suplex, slamming Shadow into the canvas brutally. Raine Austin rolls over onto his knees and then stands up when Spawn rises to his feet, who then charges in with a running enziguri. Raine Austin ducks under it and then grabs Spawn by the back of his head, then grabs his waist for a German suplex. Spawn spins out of it, and turns in the direction of Raine Austin, grabbing the arm he dropkicked earlier and trying to force him down forward onto the canvas into a submission hold. Raine Austin drops onto his knee with a shocked expression upon his face, Spawn tries to get the hold applied with all of his strength. Raine Austin flips forward onto the canvas onto his back where he gets both legs into the air, wrapping them around the neck of Spawn and then doing a headstand. He now drops to the canvas and hurricanranas Spawn forward into the ropes. Spawn spills through the ropes and crashes to the outside mats across his spine. He rolls onto his shoulder, reaching for his back and howling in pain while on the inside of the ring Raine Austin has risen to his feet, spinning around to face Shadow, who has utilised this time to ascend upward onto his feet.
DM: Raine Austin could have just put Spawn out of commission for the rest of this match with that move.
Shadow steps in and blasts Raine Austin to the side of his face with a hard forearm shot, then connects with another blow to his chin. The shots almost take Raine Austin off his feet before Shadow places him in a front face lock and rushes at the turnbuckle. The crowd begins to cheer as he steps up the ropes and then jumps off, beginning to spin around into a tornado DDT. Raine Austin places his hands to the chest and stomach of Shadow though, shoving him over the ropes to the outside of the ring.
JG: And now he’s taken out Shadow so he can bludge again. Wait, Shadow’s still in there.
Shadow grabs the top rope however, landing feet first on the apron, balancing himself out as Raine Austin had turned away, a bit of a smile on his face. He now hears the cheers of the fans and spins around to face Shadow, rushing in with a head full of steam. Shadow throws a forearm shot over the ropes to the side of his face, causing Raine Austin to become unbalanced. Shadow spins around, placing his back in the direction of Raine Austin, wrapping his arm around his neck. He now drops down, giving Raine Austin the stunner onto the top rope throat first. Raine Austin stands up straight and begins to gag as he turns away from Shadow, clutching his throat as he drops onto a single knee. Shadow stands up on the apron, turning back around to face Raine Austin and beginning to spring into the air. Spawn suddenly grabs him by the ankle, pulling it and causing Shadow to collapse face first into the apron. He bounces off hard and then collapses onto his back, grabbing his nose while rolling back and forth.
JG: Never fear, Spawn is here!
DM: Do you ever get tired of trying to be funny?
JG: Do you ever get tired of, of, of, shut up and call the match!
Spawn blows his nose downward in the direction of Shadow before turning towards the ring, which Raine Austin is rushing across. He drops down, sliding under the ropes and turning his body for what appears to be a hurricanrana, sliding across his stomach. His legs go under the ropes as Spawn grabs him around the mid-section, allowing the legs to wrap around his own waist. Spawn pulls Raine Austin off the apron and turns him so that he is over the mats. Raine Austin drops down onto his hands, almost doing a head stand before Spawn lifts him into the air for a wheelbarrow German suplex. Raine Austin counters, wrapping his arm around the back of Spawn’s head and then falling forward to the mats with a seated bulldog. Spawn bashes face first into the mats and then rolls over onto his back, grabbing his mouth.
DM: Talk about utter brutality, what an impact.
Spawn lies on his back, gripping his mouth the same way Shadow was doing a few moments ago. Raine Austin rises to his feet and then rolls into the ring in order to stop the official’s ten count. Shadow starts to rise to his feet while gripping his jaw in pain. He steps towards the ring and rolls in under the ropes, getting into a crawling position when Raine Austin steps in and throws a clubbing blow over his back, followed by a stomp to the back of his head. He grabs the arm of Shadow and then steps over it, straddling the body part. He wraps his legs around it and then falls forward, rolling across the canvas and pulling Shadow over with him into an arm bar. Shadow just don’t seem to be the same after taking that impact with the apron, a far off look in his eyes as Raine Austin applied the arm bar with a great deal of strength. On the outside of the ring, Spawn tries to get to his feet to the best of his ability, but he appears to be almost dead weight. After a moment or two he showcases signs of life, beginning to stand up and almost falling over. Shadow tries to drag himself in the direction of the ropes as Raine Austin continues to keep the arm bar applied. Shadow reaches for the bottom rope in a dazed state, but is unable to reach them, Raine Austin unleashes a roar before telling the fans to shut up. Spawn slides into the ring now and steps up behind Raine Austin in a dazed state still. He drops down to the canvas and wraps his legs around the neck of Raine Austin, applying a figure four sleeper hold with his legs. Raine Austin still has the arm bar applied upon the arm of Shadow, the crowd cheering at the sight of this double submission hold being locked in, in the centre of this ring.
JG: You’d think this crowd in Los Angeles has never seen a submission move before.
DM: I think it’s because there are two submission holds being applied and either one could tap out, making for an interesting decision.
JG: Always have to be right don’t you, I’m sick of it!
Raine Austin breaks the hold, rolling over sideways and dragging Spawn with him onto his chest and stomach. Raine Austin is bent forward with his head still being locked between the legs of Spawn before he places his feet on the canvas. He now flips forward, landing spine first on top of the back of Spawn, while grabbing a hold of his legs in the process. He wraps them around one another and stands up, spinning around. He pulls them up into a Texas Cloverleaf. The crowd begins to cheer the reversal made by Raine Austin into this submission. Raine Austin looks around with a determined expression on his face as Shadow stands up utilising the ropes and steps in. Spawn is roaring in pain at the top of his lungs as his back and legs are targeted with this hold. Shadow reaches in and grabs Raine Austin by the head, placing him in a front face lock before jumping into the air and wrapping his legs around his waist as well, clamping in a body vice. The fans are absolutely amazed by yet another double submission being applied, Spawn still being locked in the cloverleaf while Raine Austin is held in a version of the trailer hitch. Raine Austin is once again forced to break his submission as he steps forward off the back of Spawn, trying to squirm free, Shadow is really holding in the submission. Spawn rolls across the canvas in the direction of the ropes, getting under them and onto the apron. He grabs the ropes and begins to pull himself upward, as sweat races down his face and battered body. Raine Austin pushes Shadow forward, out of the face lock somehow, yet he still has the body vice applied. He is elevated off the canvas, his legs squeezing the lungs of Raine Austin, who breathes heavily, trying to pry his legs apart. Shadow is still bent backwards and over the canvas, keeping the submission with his legs established when Spawn springs onto the top rope and then flies off, soaring through the air and extending his leg outward. He drops it across the throat of Shadow, causing him to break the body vice and collapse back first onto the canvas.
DM: If these guys keep this up, the won’t be able to move to get out of the ring after the match ends.
JG: That’s what they’re paid to do, entertain and beat the crap out of each other.
Spawn rolls over sideways onto his hands and knees, into a crawling position, beginning to stand up, bending forward as he ascends upwards. Raine Austin backs into the ropes, having maintained his balance as he bounces off and charges forward. He grabs Spawn around the neck, pulling his head around into a swinging neck breaker, before dragging his face all the way around into a face-buster across his knee. Spawn bounces off the knee and then flies backwards, crashing across the canvas, rolling over onto his chest and stomach while Raine Austin rises all the way to his feet. He turns around to face Shadow, who has risen into a crawling position, stepping towards him quickly. Raine Austin straddles his back, Shadow up in a sleeper hold, then Raine Austin jumps backwards, and Shadow’s legs fall out from beneath him as his head slams into the mat.
DM: GROUND ZERO! This one is over Jim.
Shadow continues to shout in pain as Raine Austin continues to stand over his back. Raine Austin drops to the ground and applies the Power Cord (crippler crossface), trying to force the submission, shouting down at the back of his head. He demands that Shadow tap out already, that his chances of victory are impossible. Shadow suddenly rolls forward, pulling Raine Austin down with him to the canvas. Shadow rolls forward as Raine Austin falls down over top of him onto the canvas. Shadow sits up with the legs of Raine Austin over his shoulders, standing up and wrapping one around his own before turning his back towards his opposition. He pulls Raine Austin up and places him in position for the Triple German Suplexes. The crowd goes nuts at the sight of this variation of Shadow’s trademark move as Raine Austin roars at the top of his lungs, trying to get free. He grabs the arm of Shadow, trying to pull it away from his waist. Raine Austin eventually frees himself of the hold, after several elbows to the head of Shadow. Shadow lets go and tumbles onto his hands and knees, an exhausted expression upon his face. He pushes himself upwards when Spawn steps in and almost levels him with a brutal knife edge chop, Shadow turning around in a complete circle after taking the blow. Spawn steps in and connects with a second knife-edge chop, this one more brutal than the last. Spawn kicks Shadow to the gut now as Shadow bends over. Spawn takes a few steps back and runs in and hits Shadow with the Overkill (running fame asser). Shadow’s face slams on the mat as Spawn floats over straight into the pinning predicament.
One…
Two…
Th...Shadow gets his shoulder up.
JG: How the hell did he do that? I thought this one was over for sure.
Shadow rolls over onto his side while Spawn rises onto his knees and glares around at the fans, appearing very upset. He rises to his feet and approaches one of the turnbuckles, beginning to scale it slowly, his back facing the prone Shadow. He gets up onto the top rope and begins to turn around when Shadow rises to his feet and rushes with his remaining energy at the turnbuckle, scaling it quickly. He gets up onto the second rope and slaps Spawn across the chest, before throwing a right into his forehead. Spawn tries to maintain his footing as Shadow slaps on a front face lock, trying to superplex him off the top rope. Raine Austin rises to his feet and stumbles around before turning towards the turnbuckle both men are positioned upon. He steps towards them quickly while Spawn and Shadow continue to battle with one another, one trying hit the superplex, and the other fighting valiantly to avoid it. Shadow finally gets Spawn in position for the superplex when Raine Austin buries his head under the posterior of Spawn and then steps backwards.
DM: This is starting to look dangerous Bomb.
JG: Who cares? I hope someone kills someone.
Raine Austin drags Shadow away from the turnbuckle with an electric chair drop position while Shadow holds onto Spawn, lifting him up into the air in the suplex position. The crowd begins to cheer before Raine Austin drops back into the electric chair drop while dropping Spawn with the superplex as well. The crowd erupts at the sight of all the double manoeuvres, all three men crashing into the canvas. Raine Austin floats around onto his knees and then crawls on top of Shadow, hooking his leg.
DM: We could have our winner here.
One…
Two...
Thr...Shadow shoots his shoulder off the canvas.
Raine Austin rises onto his knees appearing flabbergasted. He quickly crawls into the cover on Spawn now, wasting no time.
One…
Two…
Shadow drops an elbow drop onto the back of Raine Austin’s head, breaking the pinfall.
Raine Austin is frustrated as he grabs Shadow in the front face lock, Raine Austin twists around and drops Shadow’s head onto the mat, hard. Raine Austin walks over to Spawn who is still lying on the ground, and kicks him outside of the ring, Spawn falls hard onto the mat. Raine Austin falls on Shadow’s body, and hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
Three!
JG: Finally the match is over, I nearly fell asleep.
DM: You might not think it, but I believe that the win there by Raine Austin will really do his confidence the world of good.
JG: Firing him would do his confidence the world of good. Plus it would make me laugh.
DM: In any event, before we take you to our next match, we better pay some bills.
An ad for the new PPW DVD, “JD: On The Rocks” is played. It shows several blurred out scenes from the DVD, which is the amateur porn of PPW’s Johnny Dinucci and his cellmate, Butch. The ad finishes and we are joined back at ringside by Donovan Michaels and Jim Grande, who both look sick and can say nothing about it.
MATCH 2
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
PPW ASCENSION CHAMPIONSHIP
"The Nightmare" Jared McClaine (c) vs. Lightning
DM: What a night this has been thus far, and it doesn’t appear to be slacking off anytime soon with the Ascension Championship up for grabs next.
JG: This feud reached a boiling point last Mutilation, and tonight is the night that the score is to finally be settled.
DM: Let’s take a look back at the events that have transpired over the last month between these two.
A short promo is shown over the PPWtron and on the screens of those who are watching from a television set. It starts off showing the initial match between the two, where McClaine picked up the victory, then it goes on to show the vicious attack afterwards by Lightning. Now it cuts in to some of the key phrases of verbal bantering between the two before it shows the attack on Lightning by McClaine.
JG: I can’t wait…
The arena lights dim as an echo of thunder goes though out the arena, suddenly a bolt of lightning hits the entrance and the music picks up, a figure steps out wear lightning designed wrestling gear, you can hear some of the crowd start to cheer. As The figure steps through the ropes is handed the mic and begins to talk.
Lightning: This is my time I am the future of this industry and the title I will soon hold will provide proof. Jared your hospital room is…
The lights go out and then "Crimson Red" by Stigmurder begins to play as the lights start to flicker and fog starts to rise on the ramp. "The Nightmare" Jared McClaine emerges from the fog, and walks down the ramp. He slides into the ring and he looks around at the fans. Lightning has left the ring and is waiting on the outside. The ref is telling him to get into the ring, but Lightning refuses to do so until the ref restrains the nightmare. The ref isolates nightmare in his corner and Lightning slowly and reluctantly slides into the ring, as he enters the bell rings for the match to be underway. The two men just start circling one another both scouting their opponent and not wanting to make the first mistake.
JG: Well we might get to see a wrestling match here sometime tonight!
DM: Patience is a virtue Jim.
JG: Somebody get the cliché police out here to arrest this dip shit sitting beside me!
Back in the ring, Nightmare lunges towards Lightning then stops short, Lightning jumped back a few steps as this happen and the nightmare can’t help but laugh at him. As he points and laughs he is taken down with a hard clothesline finally getting the action underway. Lightning doesn’t waste a bit of time before he mounts the downed nightmare and starts throwing fury punches, he does this until the ref forces him off.
DM: Lightning needs to be more careful he can’t win the match if he gets disqualified.
JG: Yeah like anyone gets disqualified for throwing closed fist punches anymore, this is the twenty first century.
The separation allows McClaine to get back to his feet, Lightning throws a right his way but McClaine blocks it and pushes lightning back. Lightning throws another right and again it is blocked only this time rather than push him away McClaine pulls him towards him and kicks him in the mid section. Lightning doubles over and McClaine grabs him by the back of the head and forces his head down onto his knee. Lightning falls back holding his nose, while still on the mat McClaine locks in a sleeper hold. Lightning begins to squirm to try to break free, but to no avail, the ref drops down to get a closer look and make sure that it is a legal hold, because there was no break to follow we assume that it is. All of a sudden Lightning stops fighting and his eyes looked glazed over. The ref picks up his arm and releases it and it drops back down to the mat. He tries this a second time but Lightning was playing possum and manages to get to his feet, but the hold is still applied.
DM: Smart move by Lightning there, he was playing opossum and used that to get to his feet and in a better position to break the hold.
Now that he is on his feet he starts to swing his arms wildly, sensing that the hold is about to be broken McClaine just turns the move into a sleeper hold drop. Lightning hits the mat and McClaine now mounts him with a series of his own fury punches. When the ref comes in for the separation, Lightning uses that opportunity to start crawling towards the ropes. McClaine takes off running towards him, and Lightning rolls out of the way pulling the ropes down and sweeping the legs out from under McClaine. Jared falls neck first into the middle rope, Lightning approaches him and places a knee on the back of his head and starts pulling on the top rope choking McClaine out, the ref breaks the hold and Lightning just kicks McClaine out of the ring.
DM: You can’t win the match out there, the inexperience of Lightning is beginning to show here.
JG: You can’t lose the match out there either you jack ass, not if you manage to beat the ten count!
Lightning slides out of the ring, McClaine is trying to get back to his feet using the ring apron. Lightning just stands behind him allowing his to do this, once he rests his chin on the apron to pull himself all the way up, Lightning charges in with an elbow to the back of the head sending him back down to the mat. The ref is at the count of four but just to be safe, Lightning rolls in and then right back out to reset it. Back on the outside Lightning picks McClaine up to his feet and irish whips him into the security railing. McClaine is now leaned against the rail as Lightning picks him up and drops him neck first onto the railing. The thud of the impact makes the people in the front row cringe. Lightning starts taunting his opponent by pointing to his waist and signaling that the belt is his. He doesn’t waste that much time though before he gets him up to his feet again and starts banging his head off the railing. He does this until the ref count reaches eight then he again resets the count.
DM: I am beginning to understand his strategy here.
JG: It is obvious they don’t pay you for your knowledge of the industry!
Now back outside the ring, Lightning starts peeling back the floor mat exposing the concrete. He gets the nightmare back up to his feet and positions him over the section and for a DDT. McClaine is trying to fight back a little bit, but Lightning just picks up a knee and introduces it to his gut winding him enough for him to execute his DDT. The move itself was textbook, as when McClaine’s head was driven to the mat his body was almost straight up and down. Lightning holds his arms up and turns in a circle before tossing his opponent into the ring. He slides in behind him and makes the first cover of the night.
One...
Two...
The ref stops and points towards the ropes where nightmare had manages to rest his foot to stop the count.
Lightning thinks he has won the match and starts jumping up and down celebrating, wasting a good amount of time. The ref explains to him what happened, and Lightning looks a little upset but turns back towards McClaine who is back to his feet and turns right into a desperation spear. Both men are now down as the ref starts the mandatory ten count.
DM: Great ring awareness there by Jared McClaine, we are watching these new comers grow up right before our eyes.
JG: Can you image how it must feel to think that you have won a match, you start celebrating and heading towards you new title only to find out that one foot on the rope kept you from getting the pin? Not to mention the fact that he turned right into a spear once he realized the match was still going on.
DM: I would say that could probably be very demoralizing.
JG: I don’t care how he feels I just think that it’s funny because he just made himself look like quite the ass!
DM: Regardless of how he feels or what he looks like, that DDT on the outside there was the closest thing we have seen to a wrestling move thus far.
JG: This is more of a fight than a wrestling match, and if you think about it the man who holds a moonlighting job as a bouncer has got to have the upper hand! It sure isn’t the smartest strategy to be using by Lightning, but he has already made himself look like an ass so I guess everything has to be up hill from here.
DM: Oh hush! He didn’t make himself look that bad, I have witnessed a lot of people over the years do the exact same thing!
JG: Then you have witnessed a lot of people that looked like asses impersonating wrestlers!
DM: Just call the damned match you’re impossible!
In the ring, the referee got up to a count of eight before both men managed to get up to their feet. Lightning looks to be the fresher man and comes back with a series of rights and lefts, Nightmare matching him punch for punch. Lightning throws another right that gets blocked only this time he comes across with his left hand a bitch slaps McClaine so hard that saliva shoots up to the third row of the audience. Lightning has a smirk come across his face after this, but the slap seemed to enrage McClaine who again spears Lightning and follows it up with a series of hard rights. Nightmare then jumps up to his feet, Lightning also stands and turns towards McClaine who lands a hard right sending Lightning back down to the mat. He gets right back up however and Nightmare lands another hard right sending him right back down again. Still Lightning gets right back up to his feet, noticeably dazed, and turns towards McClaine again who hits a Manhattan Drop. The move doesn’t drop Lightning to the mat but the dropkick that followed did.
DM: McClaine is really feeling it now, he has gotten his second wind.
JG: Nothing like a disrespectful bitch slap to completely turn the tides of a match.
Back in the ring, Nightmare has climbed up to the top turnbuckle and is stalking Lightning just waiting for his to stand. When he finally does and turns towards his opponent, Nightmare jumps off the rope and hits a flying clothesline. Lightning rolls out of the ring after the impact, he is obviously out of it, but finds it in him to reach under the ring and pull out a chair. Nightmare walks towards the ropes, he reaches down and grabs Lightning by the hair only to get met with a hard chair shot. Because of where he was located and the position he was in when he used the chair the ref wasn’t able to see it. Nightmare falls backwards after his knees buckled and hits the mat. Lightning manages to slowly get back into the ring, he rolls over McClaine who is bleeding from his forehead and makes a cover.
One...
Two...
Thr...Nightmare manages to get a shoulder up.
Lightning just rolls over with a look of disbelief on his face, he looks towards the ref and slaps his hands together three times signaling that he believes that the count was slow.
DM: What an underhanded move, I am so glad that he didn’t win the match that way!
JG: I see potential in this young kid yet.
DM: Just a minute ago you were saying that he looked like an ass!
JG: That was before I knew that he was going to win the match.
DM: That’s yet to be seen!
Once we get back to the action, Lightning is standing and he has helped Nightmare get to his feet. He irish whips Nightmare towards the corner but it is reversed and Lightning gets slung into the corner instead, Nightmare takes off full speed towards him and goes for a spinning heel kick, but Lightning grabs the ref by the shirt and pulls him in to take the impact. Nightmare looks down to check on the referee and before he can focus on Lightning again he is on the mat holding his groin from a low blow. Lightning slides out of the ring and walks over towards the announce table, he forces up the ring announcer and takes her chair and tosses it into the ring. He then walks over and grabs another chair tossing it into the ring as well. He then climbs into the ring. He picks up one chair and smashes it across the abdomen of McClaine to keep him down. He then takes the folded chair and forces it into the corner between the top and middle ropes. He tugs on it a bit to make sure that it is sturdy then he walks over to McClaine with the other chair in hand. Again he swings the chair and smashes it into the abdomen of Jared before picking him up to his feet. He walks him over towards the corner with the chair in it, then grabs him by the hair with his right hand and by the top of his tights with the left. The then thrusts Nightmare head first into the chair, the impact dents the chair and the sound of the impact starts the holy shit chants from the crowd. The ref is still down.
DM: This is hideous, someone needs to get out here and stop this! He doesn’t care about winning the match, he just wants to end the career of Jared McClaine!
JG: I love this mean streak we are seeing from Lightning. Had he shown this side of him before he would have held that television title for more than a fifteen seconds.
Lightning has a sick smile come across his face as he looks down at the carnage he has caused. He drags McClaine to the center of the ring, and McClaine is bleeding profusely now from the forehead as well as over his left eye. Lighting tosses the evidence out of the ring and reaches down and wipes some of the blood from Nightmares face. He reaches down and slaps him a few times then makes an “S” on his chest with the blood of his opponent as he tries to revive the referee. The ref starts to stir, McClaine hasn’t moved an inch since the move with the chair and we fear he might have a broken neck or worse. Lightning makes the cover.
One.....
Two.....
Thre...The shoulder of McClaine rises to break to attempt.
Momentarily Lightning again thinks he has won, when he finds out this time that the match is going on he grabs the ref by the shirt collar, lifts him up a few inches off the ground, and pins him against the corner.
DM: NO DON’T YOU DARE LAY A HAND ON A PPW OFFICIAL!
JG: Chill out Donovan, if he harms him the match will be over and your boy would win. All he is doing is wasting valuable time, look McClaine is already back up to his feet!
Lightning cocks back his fist and starts to throw the punch, just before impact his arm is stopped however by the bloodied and beaten McClaine. Lightning turns around and out of nowhere gets hit with Goodnight (A standing tornado DDT) from McClaine. Again this move was obviously out of desperation and McClaine just falls to the mat, draping one arm over the chest of Lightning. The ref is a little shaken up and trips before he can get in position.
One...
Two...
Thre...Lightning gets his shoulder up!
Neither man is able to move after that and the ref starts the mandatory ten count for the second time in this match.
DM: I can’t believe that he kicked out of the Goodnight! Nobody has managed to do that to date!
JG: There is a first time for everything, but you have to ask yourself that if the ref didn’t trip would this match be over now? I think McClaine could just leave the ring now and be justified in doing such since he should have the win and his title retained already!
In the ring the ref got up to a count of nine before McClaine managed to stagger up to his feet. Lightning was far behind as the two stand dazed once again exchanging rights and lefts. This goes on until Lightning manages to get the upper hand and follow up the decisive punch with a superkick. McClaine gets up out of instinct and comes at Lightning with a clothesline, Lightning ducks this attempt and wraps his arms around the waist of McClaine from behind picking him up and dropping him down to the mat with a German Suplex. He doesn’t release on impact as he lifts him up and drops him down for a second time. Again he doesn’t release and is seemingly starting to build momentum as he attempts to lift him up for a third time, but this time McClaine manages to slide out of the waist lock that starts all Germans and counters with a German of his own. Both men get up around the same time, McClaine pulled himself up in the corner. Lightning runs towards him as McClaine lifts up his boot to the face of Lightning who stumbles backwards. McClaine climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, the half dazed Lightning turns around and is met with another Goodnight, this time it was a real tornado DDT, not a standing one, and this time the impact was much greater as it wasn’t out of desperation. McClaine wraps up the left leg of the fallen Lightning and covers.
One...
Two...
Three!
DM: I can’t believe it, this has to get some consideration for match of the night!
JG: You could tell throughout that these two men truly hate one another, I don’t think this match has settled this feud yet.
DM: That is yet to be seen Jim.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL: "THE NIGHTMARE" JARED MCCLAINE
"The Nightmare" Jared McClaine is still PPW Ascension Champion
MATCH 3
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
Jonathan Willis vs. The Dark Lotus
DM: Well we’ve kicked off the show like a house on fire, Bomb. But not before we see Jonathan Willis and The Dark Lotus go one-on-one with each other…
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL: JONATHAN WILLIS
JG: Hell yeah, I can’t wait to see these ass holes kick the living crap out of each other…
DM: But tonight’s match, despite what Willis and Lotus think, IS a big deal, and is important to both of them, whatever the outcome. Each man could very well have future title shots riding on this match…
JG: Nah I wouldn’t worry about Titles if I were TDL… It’ll be a cold day in HELL when he wins another one…
DM: That’s a little uncalled for Bomb…
JG: Please… He’s dropped more gold than a blind man in a river with a sieve with holes in…
Only One by Slipknot hits as The Dark Lotus walks into the arena with all the lights turned off. The only light is that from the stairway, the sky boxes and the dim spotlight on Lotus. Lotus walks to the ring and steps over the top rope, as he does this the ring fills with smoke.
DM: The fans popping loudly for The Dark Lotus, Jim…
JG: Yeah he’s definitely turned a corner with the fans as of late, Michaels…
The lights suddenly go out of the arena, and the fans rise to their feet. Smoke begins to filter out of a few air ducts as "Pain" by Jimmy Eat World begins to boom out of numerous speakers and a large array of multi-coloured strobe lights begins flashing near the entranceway. As "Pain" plays into the first chorus, Jonathan Willis emerges from the curtains to large cheers.
DM: Listen to the reaction from this capacity crowd! They’re goin’ bananas!
The music fades out, and the fancy part of the match draws to a close. The two men circle each other in the ring, awaiting that distinctive chime from the ringside table.
JG: You could cut the tension with a knife in here, Don!
The bell sounds and both men immediately go for one another, Lotus coming off the stronger in the first confrontation. He grabs Willis in a side headlock, and eventually takes him to the ground. He tightens his grip around the fellow-veteran’s skull, and forces Jonathan to squirm ever-so-slightly to try and free himself.
DM: Not the move I expected to begin this one, Bomb. It’s a traditional “wrestling” approach from The Dark Lotus.
JG: Yeah it’s lookin’ as though Lotus is gonna try and play Willis at his own game, which might not be the best way to approach this match…
The referee eventually calls for Lotus to release the hold, which he does so gracefully. He then allows Willis back to his feet, then issues an arm drag, taking Jonathan down to the canvas again, applying an armbar as he does so. Willis manages to grab at Lotus’ long hair, allowing him enough leverage to force a break. As Lotus releases the armbar, Willis gets back to his feet and throws TDL into the ropes with an Irish whip. He then hits the former World champion with a drop toe hold.
DM: Lotus’ face just smashed into the canvas!
JG: An evenly-contested opening to this match, Michaels.
The sudden burst of pace ends as quickly as it started, as Willis allows Lotus back to his feet, and the two men circle each other again. They then join together in a mid-ring grapple, Lotus coming out on top. He pushes Willis backwards, then hits him with an open hand slap, right across the chest!
Crowd: WOOOOO!!!
DM: Did you hear that impact?!
JG: Hear it? Dude I felt his pain!!!
Lotus then follows this up with a pump handle slam, and then goes for the first cover of the match…
One…
Two…
Thr… kick-out by Jonathan Willis.
DM: There it is, the first count, and a close one too!
JG: Willis nearly got caught out there by The Dark Lotus. This match is far from over yet.
TDL continues to have the upper edge, and he hits Willis with a DDT, sending him crashing back down to earth. With Willis down, Lotus climbs the turnbuckle…
DM: Uh-oh, he’s goin’ up-top, Bomb…
JG: Lotus is gonna fly!
Lotus comes crashing down towards Willis with a Kane clothesline, but Jonathan Willis twists out of the way!
DM: He missed it!
Lotus holds his head on the mat, while Willis leans against the ropes. He quickly composes himself, and takes it to TDL. He hits an Complete Shot, stunning Lotus. Willis then grabs Lotus and pulls him up to his feet...
DM: What the hell is he doin’?
Willis jumps from a standing position and wraps his legs around Lotus’ neck, he twists with a Hurricanrana slamming Lotus hard to the mat!
JG: That was amazing!
DM: Sheer devastation!
Lotus is seemingly out cold. Jonathan Willis drops for the 3-count, but as he does so, Lotus’ foot catches the ropes…
One…
Two…
Thre…
DM: The referee just spotted the foot! How the hell did that happen!?
JG: I have no idea, Michaels. That was ridiculous…
The look on Willis’s face mirrors the surprise displayed by both Jim Grande and Donovan Michaels. He gets back to his feet, and looks down at Lotus with amazement, not knowing how he managed to get his foot onto the rope. He then kicks Lotus' foot off the ropes, and grips him by the hair to pull him onto his stomach. Willis then locks in a perfectly-weighted Camel Cutch.
JG: Lotus is teetering; I dunno how much longer he can stay with us…
DM: Willis really has a tight grip there, putting immense pressure on Lotus’ neck. TDL needs to try and counter this manoeuvre.
Lotus struggles but finally, finally releases one of his arms… The bigger Lotus begins to stand… He lifts up Willis onto his back as Willis changes to a sleeper hold… TDL then runs backwards slamming Willis into the turn buckle… Then a second before turning and falling onto his back!
DM: Willis could be crushed!
But the escape is foiled, Willis, sensing the fall, twists his legs up catching Lotus in a cradle!
JG: My God!
One…
Two…
Thre… another escape by The Dark Lotus, this time a kick-out.
DM: I can’t believe his determination!
Willis plays it safe, he backs Lotus up into the corner and begins with some stiff shots in the corner… He then whips Lotus into the ropes and hits a Lariat.
DM: Violence Party! Willis just hit one of his trademark moves! He’s readying Lotus for the Triple D!
JG: If I were Lotus I’d REALLY be thinking of a plan right around now…
Jonathan Willis then grabs The Dark Lotus and pulls his arms between his legs, he hooks his other arm backwards with the other arm, setting him up for the Pump Handle Slam. He lifts Lotus up and while he's in the pump handle slam position, he moves Lotus' head to between his legs and delivers a piledriver.
JG: TRIPLE D!
Willis rolls Lotus to the middle of the ring and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
Three!
DM: Willis has done it! He's beaten the legend of The Dark Lotus!
JG: I told you he would, Lotus is washed up.
Willis helps Lotus to he's feet as they both look each other in the eyes. Lotus extends he's hand out to Willis', who obliges and shakes the hand of Lotus. Lotus raises Willis' arm in the air to a huge ovation from the crowd, then leaves the ring, lettin Willis savour the victory.
The scene opens up to the parking lot, where a couple of PPW’s lowly ring crew are chatting amongst themselves. The sound of tires in the distance, screeching around the corner shakes them from their conversation as a black BMW X5 screams around the corner into the building. The breaks slam on as the car skids to a halt. The crowd explode knowing full well who the car belongs to. The engine purrs as the car stands, motionless, on the concrete.
MID-CARD MAIN EVENT
DM: Well Bomb, it’s time for the gauntlet match. This one should be quite interesting.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL: CJ MAXWELL
MATCH 5
Man 1: What the hell?
Man 2: I have no idea…
Man 1: And you never will…
The 2 men snigger as a window slowly drops…
Voice: Now, now… My client has rights to that quote. He could sue the both of you for that breech of copyright. You’re on live TV fellas… what are you thinking!?
The crowd turns sour, unsure what reception to give to the man in the back seat… Mike Melling…
MM: Now then how shall we progress with this lawsuit…
The crowd soon perks up as another figure emerges from the passenger side of the car… Riddick Andrews…
RA: Come on Mike… They make about $3.00 an hour and the popcorn the pick up off the floor… What the hell kinda money is Quentin gunna make out of that?
MM: He doesn’t have to know, it could go into the “Mike Melling returns to power in PPW and kicks Johnny Dinucci’s ass fund…
RA: Still a scheming son of a bitch… I tell ya what, let these guys off and I wont run over your head in that car…
Melling ponders this for a moment…
MM: You’re excused…
Melling and Andrews head towards the building, a security guard stands in their way blocking their entrance. Riddick moves forward to take action but Melling holds his hand up.
SG: I’m sorry guys, but you’re both banned from the arena. You were fired Mike…and Riddick, so were you…
Riddick and Melling exchange glances with a smirk on their faces…
MM: We’re guests…
SG: Of who exactly?
Voice: Who in the right royal hell do you think was driving this damn car kiddo?
The crowd goes wild as Quentin Barnes steps out of his X5 and hands the keys to one of the ring crew.
QB: Take care of my baby and you’ll get a shiny coin and maybe some green paper later on…
The man jumps in the car and drives it into the distance to park up.
QB: Now listen son, the fans knew who that car belongs to, the ring crew knew who that car belongs to…Hell, if you even watched PPW TV you’d know that these guys are…Well, these my boys…See, Mike here…He’s my agent…Legally rehired by me to be involved in PPW. And of course Riddick is my big backup…Granted unless booked into a match by Dinucci he has to stay backstage but still…It’s nice to know you have friends around here…
SG: I’m sorry Mr. Barnes…I didn’t know…
QB: Of course you didn’t man…That’s why you’re still upstanding…Alas, I must advise you not to refuse entry to either of these men ever again, or I may have to set Riddick on you…And trust me, he’s an angry, angry young man…
SG: Yes sir…I’m sorry sir. Good luck tonight…
QB: Luck? Me? I think not…No, no…Tonight it’s Omega who needs the luck…And a whole truckload of it. Let’s go guys…
The 3 men enter the door leaving the security guard looking flustered.
GAUNTLET MATCH
CJ MAXWELL INVITATIONAL
JG: Seriously, if my boy Lightning doesn’t win this, I’ll run around LA naked.
DM: Well I’m not going to say I would like to see that, but I’m sure it would be funny.
JG: We’ll wait and see.
The lights dim as the echo of thunder goes throughout the arena, suddenly a bolt of lightning hits the entrance and “Determined” by Mudvayne picks up. A figure steps out wearing Lightning designed wrestling gear, you can hear some of the crowd start to boo as Lightning walks down the ramp and steps into the ring.
"Beethoven's 5th Symphony" by Metallica and the Trans-Siberian Orchestra hits as CJ comes out from the curtain. He casually walks down to the ring and steps inside.
Lightning and CJ stand in opposite corners, staring at one another. Lightning and Maxwell then charge at one another and exchange right hand blows with out ever locking up. Lightning, being the faster guy manages to skip a beat and gets another punch in before CJ can. Lightning now with the upper hand, so per say, peppers Maxwell with punches until he works him into the corner. Lightning sends a knee into his stomach, and then an elbow to the face. He then mounts Maxwell for a ten-count punch. The crowd counts along.
Crowd: 1…2…3…4…5…
Maxwell regroups and hits a devastating spinebuster that causes Lightning's head to bounce off the mat. As Lighting begins to reel from the spinebuster, CJ quickly snaps him into a butterfly lock, working the now soft neck area as well as cranking the arms. Lightning swings his legs in the direction away from Maxwell, sending Lightning to his stomach, while CJ still has the double underhook, he has no pressure and before he can respond, Lightning quickly twists CJ's arm into a hammerlock. CJ, in the sitting position, quickly pivots out of the hold, but Lightning wasting no time quickly drops CJ with a DDT.
JG: I told you Donnie, Lightning has the smarts to take this one out.
DM: It’s only early days Jim.
Lightning picks CJ up by the scruff of his neck, but on his ascent, he punches Lightning in the stomach a couple of times stunning him. CJ whips Lighting into the ropes, CJ stands in some sort of ready position but we'll never know what he had in mind as Lightning snaps him with a running hurricanrana.
DM: I’ll give him some credit there, that was an awesome move.
JG: Now looks who’s jumped on the Lightning bandwagon.
Lightning taunts to the crowd while CJ holds the back of his head with one arm and smacks the ground with the other. Lightning, now confident with his momentum goes for CJ once more but as he begins to bring CJ to his feet, CJ drills a straight punch to the groin of Lightning. Lightning cries out and collapses to the ground. The ref approaches CJ hastily and begins to spill out threats that CJ just ignores as he goes to the outside of the ring. He picks up a dormant chair by the commentary table and slides it into the ring, he follows behind it.
DM: Remember the rules, CJ Maxwell is the only one allowed to use weapons in this one.
JG: And who allowed this rule?
DM: I believe our C.E.O. Mr. Dinucci.
JG: What an ass!
CJ picks up the chair and goes to hit Lightning with it, but Lightning kicks CJ in the gut. CJ hangs onto the chair, but he’s close to the ropes. Lightning turns around and runs towards the opposite side of the ring, bounces off the ropes and hits CJ with a massive dropkick, sending CJ to the outside, over the top rope. CJ’s head smacks on the chair, which he was holding, busting him wide open.
DM: CJ Maxwell has just been busted wide open.
JG: Oh my god. What a move from Lightning, showing us he’s mean streak.
DM: Look out CJ, Lightning’s right behind you!
Lightning slides out of the ring and comes up behind CJ. Lightning grabs CJ in a headlock and continues to punch at the cut. Blood continually pours from above the right eye of CJ Maxwell. Lightning puts CJ in position for a suplex. Lightning lifts CJ up and holds him for about 10 seconds, the blood from CJ’s cut dripping down onto the mat. Lightning drops CJ down with a brain buster. The referee starts to shout at Lightning, who picks CJ up and rolls him into the ring. Lightning drops down and attempts a cover.
One…
Two…
Th...CJ just manages to get he’s shoulder up on that one.
DM: A lucky escape from CJ.
JG: Lucky? That was a desperation escape there.
DM: Either way, CJ Maxwell is still in this one.
JG: Just.
Lightning picks CJ up, but out of desperation, CJ pokes Lightning in the eye. The referee has a word with CJ, but it is to no avail. CJ kicks Lightning in the gut and CJ follows that up with a fisherman suplex. Lightning gets straight up though, looking as if the move had no effect on him. Lightning throws CJ into the turnbuckle. Lightning charges at CJ, who meets Lightning with a reverse elbow. CJ places Lightning on the top rope and CJ climbs the ropes. Both men are standing on the top rope, trading right hands.
DM: This could get ugly.
JG: Only if your head was up there Donnie.
Lightning gets the upper hand and puts CJ in front headlock, spins around and delivers the Downfall.
DM: Holy…
JG: Shit!
Lightning spins around and hooks CJ’s leg.
One…
Two…
Three!
DM: Lightning’s just beaten CJ Maxwell.
JG: That’s the end of CJ. Have a good night! Now we wait for Lightning’s next victim.
The lights go out and then “Crimson Red” by Stigmurder begins to play as the lights start to flicker and fog starts to rise on the ramp. “The Nightmare” Jared McClaine emerges from the fog, and walks down the ramp. He slides into the ring and he looks around at the fans. He gets into a corner and crouches down, making sure to keep an eye on Lightning.
DM: Wow Jim, Jared McClaine won’t be a push over.
JG: Seriously, he’s facing Lightning. Come on Lightning, kick he’s ass!
DM: These two actually fought earlier and McClaine won that one, so Lightning does have some unfinished business.
Lightning charges at McClaine and takes him down with a spear. He follows this with mounted punches. Lighting stands up and then starts to put the boot into McClaine who is writhing in pain on the mat. McClaine rolls to the outside to try and get his composure, but Lightning doesn’t let him do this and he follows him out. McClaine senses Lightning is behind him and turns around quickly, delivering a clothesline, knocking Lightning down. Lightning stands up, only to be met with a kick to the gut, which McClaine follows up with a knee to the face. McClaine rolls Lightning back into the ring. McClaine then steps up the steps and hops into the ring himself.
DM: This is some serious stuff right here. Plenty of action from the start.
McClaine throws Lightning into the ropes. Lightning bounces off the ropes and McClaine wraps his arm around Lightning’s neck as he comes back, only to drop him to the mat with a sleeper hold drop. McClaine picks Lightning up by the scruff of the neck and hits a massive DDT, where Lightning’s head hits the mat with Lightning’s body standing straight up and upside down.
JG: How the hell did he do that? He could have just killed Lightning there.
Lightning clutches at he’s head and neck then pulls the referee over and tells him something. The referee calls for the medics to come and attend to Lightning. McClaine stands over Lightning to make sure he’s all right.
DM: Ladies and gentlemen, we apologise for this. But it seems as though Lightning has just seriously injured his neck and head area. I believe Lightning would be eliminated from the match and the next participant will come out.
As McClaine turns around and starts to walk away, Lightning pushes the medics and referee out of the way and low blows McClaine before schoolboying him.
One…
Two…
Three!
DM: What an under handed move by Lightning. Jared McClaine actually was compassionate there and he was playing possum.
JG: I have to disagree there, that was the smartest move I’ve seen all night!
DM: Well it’s going to stand and McClaine is eliminated.
“The Crow” begins to play as a little child begins to speak the lights go out and smoke begins to build up around the entranceway. A dark shadow begins to walk out from the smoke above and begins to slowly walk to the ring as he gets to the ring he jumps to the top of the ring post and kneels onto the ring post like a crow with a sadistic smile. As he’s on the top rope, Lightning runs over and missile dropkicks Shadow off the turnbuckle. Shadow’s legs gets caught and he is caught in the tree of woe.
JG: HAHA! An early night for Shadow I believe.
Lightning climbs the ropes and starts to stomp the mid section of Shadow, who starts to scream in pain. Lightning drops down on the mat and walks over to the opposite corner, turns and charges towards Shadow. Lightning baseball slides into Shadow’s head, which snaps back. Shadow falls limp to the mat. Lightning goes to Shadow’s legs and puts him in the sharpshooter. The referee checks on Shadow, who is out cold, and calls for the bell.
DM: Lightning was as dominant as I’ve ever seen anyone there. I don’t think Shadow got a shot in.
JG: As I said before, Lightning will win this one. There’s no one left to beat him. He’s already taken care of CJ Maxwell.
DM: Well there are a few more left, who’s next.
Mexican Mariachi Music plays as 'The Greatest Mexican in Wrestling' flashes on the screen. The crowd turns to the entrance as the music continues to play. There is no sign of El Supremo Maximo.
JG: Now the rest of the competitors are scared.
DM: Actually, I don’t think I’ve seen El Supremo Maximo for a while.
Lightning tells the referee to start to count Maximo out. The referee starts to count.
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
7…
8…
9…
10!
DM: Well an easy one there for Lightning and he’s had a breather and he’s composed again.
JG: When wasn’t he composed?
One red beam of light focuses on the centre of the stage, A thick fog rolls across the stage as "Children of the Grave" by Rob Zombie starts to play. Spawn then begins to rise up from under the stage. After he is fully risen, he pauses for a moment, observing the crowd and the electricity in the air. He then proceeds down the ramp. His music begins to pick up as he’s walking. The sides of the ramp light on fire all the way down to the bottom of the ramp. He then walks to the stairs at the side of the ramp pauses again and begins to climb them slowly he enters the ring through the middle rope and climbs the turnbuckle he then stands up observing the crowds cheers and roars.
JG: So Spawn is the next victim?
DM: And Spawn was in the triple threat match earlier, and was really knocked around in that match.
JG: And it’s showing. He keeps holding onto he’s neck.
Lightning sees this and he charges at Spawn, hitting an enziguri, knocking Spawn down. Spawn hits the mat hard. Lightning taunts to the crowd, only to be met with a barrage of boos. Lightning hops onto the apron and springboards himself into the ring and attempts to drop and leg over Spawn’s throat, but Spawn rolls out of the way just in time. Lightning wriggles around the ring, clutching at he’s butt.
DM: Now that’s why Lightning is the butt of every joke.
JG: Seriously, do you have some loser guide to commentary?
DM: Yeah, it was your first ever book.
Donovan holds the book up for the camera and the cover reads: “Wrestling Commentary, the Dummies Guide by Jim Grande”.
Back in the ring, Spawn uses a straight kick into the face of Lightning, who now lays flat on the mat. Spawn goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
Th...An easy kick out by Lightning.
Spawn doesn’t let Lightning catch he’s breath, as he picks him up from behind. Spawn wraps his arms around the waist of Lightning and hits a German suplex. But Spawn holds on and delivers another, then the third time he releases the hold. Spawn lets out a roar as he taunts to the fans, who cheer back at him. Spawn lifts Lightning up before kicking him in the gut. Spawn places Lightning’s head in between his legs and delivers a thunderous jacknife powerbomb.
DM: HAND OF THE DEVIL!
Spawn falls down for the cover.
One…
Two…
NO! Lightning’s foot was on the rope.
DM: Spawn had Lightning beat.
JG: But once again, Lightning showed he’s ring smart.
Spawn stands up and wait for Lightning, who is hunched over. Spawn bounces off the ropes and attempts a running fame asser, but Lightning moves out of the way and delivers a superkick right to the jaw of Spawn. Spawn drops to the mat, clutching at his jaw. Lightning jumps to the apron and springboards in and drops his leg purposefully on the jaw of Spawn. Lightning pulls Spawn up and sets him up for a piledriver, but it’s reversed by Spawn, who throws him over his head. But Lightning holds on and reverses again, setting Spawn up for a piledriver, which he delivers.
JG: That’s the Strike of Lightning. Spawn has just been struck!
One…
Two…
Thre...Somehow Spawn gets a shoulder up.
Lighting drags Spawn over towards the corner. Lightning climbs the turnbuckle and jumps off, hitting a 450 splash. He hooks the leg.
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Two…
Three!
DM: What a fall. Lightning is drained, Spawn gave it his all.
JG: But all that matters is that Lightning is still going and Spawn isn’t!
"My Plague (New Abuse Mix)" by Slipknot hits as the lights dim and Dr. Edsel Close emerges from behind the curtain and is greeted with a chorus of boo’s. He enters the ring and stares a hole right through Lightning.
DM: This could be Lightning’s downfall, the impressive Dr. Edsel Close.
Close moves over to Lightning, who tries to hit Close with a right hand, but misses. Close hits Lightning with three quick backhand chops, sending Lightning to the corner. Lightning looks quite fatigued as Close starts to hit him with rights and lefts. Close pulls Lightning out of the corner, only to turn him round and drive his head into the ring post. Lightning bounces back and falls over. Close jumps to the top rope and dives off, hitting a shooting star press. He hooks both legs.
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Two…
Three!
DM: Lightning just couldn’t hold on. Dr. Edsel Close is the winner.
JG: How can this be? Lightning didn’t lose. It was a set-up!.
DM: I’m sorry Bomb, but it’s all over.
Dr. Edsel Close stands in the middle of the ring, celebrating the victory. However, he doesn’t see CJ Maxwell run down the ramp and slide into the ring, chair in hand. CJ turns Close around and smacks the chair right across the head.
JG: What the hell is going on Donnie?
DM: I’m just receiving news from backstage that one of the rules of the match is that CJ Maxwell could return to the match at any time. Therefore this match will continue with CJ and Dr. Close being the final two participants.
JG: I can’t believe this. This is unfair and it’s just…
DM: Oh why don’t you cry about it!
CJ continues to beat Close down with the chair, hitting him in the ribs and the legs. Finally CJ stops and picks Close up and hits a spinning belly to back suplex. Close hits the mat hard, especially on his head. Close stands up and CJ sends him bouncing off the ropes. CJ picks Close up and hits a high angle Samoan drop. Close squirms around the ring in severe pain. CJ slides out of the ring and searches under it for something. He eventually pulls out a table and slides it into the ring.
JG: First he brings himself back out, now he’s gonna use a table. What more advantages does he need?
CJ sets the table up the table towards one of the corners. CJ tosses Close in to the corner and starts to throw lefts and rights. CJ lifts Close up to the top rope as CJ starts to climb up as well. CJ puts Close’s head in a front facelock, then lifts him up and drops him, driving through the table, with a super brain buster.
DM: OH MY GOD! CJ just killed Dr. Close!
One…
Two…
Three!
DM: CJ Maxwell has done it!
JG: What do you mean he’s done it? He cheated, plain and simple.
DM: Whatever your opinion is, it was one hell of a match and CJ Maxwell was a deserved winner.
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
PPW TV CHAMPIONSHIP
Harmony Taylor vs. Camilla Nofri (c)
DM: Alright Jim, it is now time for the television title to be decided. This is the first time in quite a while that it is only going to be defended once on the show. When asked why, CEO Dinucci stated that he had a laundry list of complaints from superstars who held the title for about two defenses.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY SUBMISSION: HARMONY TAYLOR
JG: Yeah in today’s generation, it’s all about money very few care about entertainment. Personally I love seeing Camilla twice a show, and even if she were to lose it isn’t like your losing your eye candy considering Harmony Taylor is the opposition.
DM: You could very well be the world’s biggest pervert! Now here comes probably the most positive role model that young women have today. She takes pride in what she does, and shows them that if you put your mind to it you can achieve anything that your heart desires.
JG: Yeah except a successful marriage!
DM: There’s something wrong with you! Everything positive I have to say somehow you manage to turn it into, or find something negative about it.
JG: I take pride in what I do.
The lights go out in the arena when "Do You Call My Name" by RA comes on over the PA system. Then purple and white pyros go off at the stage and as the smoke clears, the blonde bombshell, Harmony, walks out from behind the curtain. She is dressed in black leather shorts, a black halter-top and black boots. She walks down the ramp and walks up stairs and gets in the ring under the second rope.
She walks into the center of the ring and raises her arms high up in the air playing to the crowd a bit. Then she walks over to the corner where she leans and waits for her opponent to enter.
DM: I never get tired of watching her compete. She is one of the few wrestlers left today with morals.
JG: I just like watching her run.
DM: You’re one…
Donovan is interrupted when the opening chords to Love and War echo throughout the arena from the speakers of the PA system, then the building goes black, and a light behind a white paper wall reveals a silhouette of a very nicely shaped Camilla Nofri. The drums begin, and she begins to dance to the slow beat of the music until the chorus blasts. Camilla then walks through the paper; with her hair up in a ponytail, a black sports bra with matching short shorts and boots, and red elbow/knee pads. Her gorgeous eyes stare out into the crowd as she methodically walks down the isle. A single spotlight shines down on her as the only light source in the building. Once reaching the ring, she walks up the ring steps, and creeps across the side of the squared circle. Camilla takes one last glance to the cheering fans, and enters the ring. She begins to stretch, using the ropes, awaiting the match to begin.
The ref takes the title from Camilla, he holds it high in the air for all to see. Harmony is leaning in the corner of the ring staring at the title belt as it is raised. Camilla is stretching her legs, much to the delight of the males sitting directly behind her. The ref hands the title off, Harmony comes out of her corner and Camilla is done stretching as the bell rings readying the action.
JG: Get the Polaroid out, I need to take some pictures because you never know what might slip out in a catfight.
{Donovan doesn’t bother with replying because he knows it is a lost cause. He just shakes his head is disgust and continues calling the match as his partner has his cell phone out waiting to take some snap shots.}
The two women stand toe to toe, Camilla seems to be the cocky one here as she has an arrogant look engraved across her face. Harmony says something to her, you just see her mouth moving the arena noise is far to loud to take in what she said, and Camilla answers her with a disrespectful backhand bitch slap. Harmony’s head snaps to the side as she answers with kick to the mid section, Camilla catches the attempt and Harmony showing cheerleader like agility comes up with the other foot hitting an enziguri. Camilla hits the mat as Harmony stays on the attack, she starts stomping on her opponents right leg. She grabs the same leg and drags Camilla to the ropes where she rests the leg on the second rope and elbow drops it. The leg is still resting there as she gets up and elbow drops it again. Camilla is screaming out in pain as Harmony now grabs the top rope to help her with her balance and stands on the leg with all of her weight on it, she then jumps a few inches off the ground and lands on the same leg with her posterior.
DM: A very focused attack here by Harmony Taylor. She has found something during her scouting that is making her focus on the right leg of her opponent.
JG: It wouldn’t have anything to do with her having the figure four leg lock in her arsenal of moves would it? I mean surely she wouldn’t just be attacking the leg to make that hold more effective.
DM: Ok I catch the sarcasm there, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that it is a focused attack!
Harmony then gets Camilla to her feet, she steps behind her and comes in with a chop block on the right knee sending her back to the mat. Quickly on the attack yet again, she has Camilla up on her feet and irish whips her into the corner. She walks to the opposite corner, takes off with a handspring then as she reaches the corner hits a shoulder block driving Camilla’s back into the turnbuckle pads but she doesn’t fall. Realizing this Harmony climbs up to the second rope and grabs Camilla by the head with hair of the head with her left hand, then she takes her right hand and makes a fist holding it up in the air. The crowd recognizes this and they begin to cheer like crazy as they begin to count with each punch landed.
Crowd: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!
DM: Harmony Taylor really playing to the crowd here, it is obvious why she is such a fan favorite.
JG: I can give you two good reasons why she is a fan favorite.
DM: Yeah what that? {Jim smiles in a perverted manner} Oh I get it now, hardy har har!
After the ten-punch combo Harmony is forced to take a momentary step away from her opponent. After a brief delay she is right back on the attack with another fan favorite move, which are chop blocks. She does around five of these, with each one as you hear the smacking of the skin you also hear a WOOOO from the crowd. Camilla stands idle holding her chest and favoring her leg as Harmony pulls her out of the corner and irish whips her into the ropes. As Camilla bounces off the ropes and makes her way back Harmony does a split forcing her to skip over her, as she bounces back Harmony takes her to the mat with an arm drag. As usual with most arm drags, Camilla is able to get right back up and Harmony anticipated this so when she stands Harmony jumps up wrapping her legs around the head of Camilla and taking her down with a hurricanrana. Camilla stays down this time and Harmony goes for the first cover of the match.
One…
Two…
Th...Camilla easily manages to get her shoulder up.
Harmony wastes no time as she stands back up, bring Camilla with her. She wraps her arm around her head setting her up for a vertical suplex, however Camilla manages to block the first attempt. Rather than try it again to most likely have the same results, Harmony releases Camilla and lunges forward with a clothesline attempt. Camilla ducks this, Harmony turns around to go back on the attack and gets a foot under her chin from a shuffle sidekick for her trouble sending her to the mat for the first time in the match.
DM: Finally some signs of life from the champion.
JG: She was just taking a beating at first to wear the challenger down, it’s what all smart wrestlers do.
Harmony doesn’t stay down for long, but when she stands Camilla is standing behind her where she wraps her arm around her neck and executes a reverse DDT. When Harmony hits the mat, Camilla heads towards the ropes still favoring her leg as she walks. She looks at her fallen opponent as she climbs the turnbuckles waiting. When Harmony stands up, Camilla jumps off and sends her back down with a flying head scissor take down. The crowd is starting to get behind Camilla a little bit, but after that last move she landed a bit awkwardly and is stuck on the mat favoring her right leg again. Harmony gets to her feet first, and looks down with a sign of confusion over what happened. Camilla grabs the ropes and manages to pull herself up to her feet.
DM: Camilla might have a cramp, if so she needs to create enough space between herself and Harmony to walk it off.
Harmony notices that something is wrong and runs towards her, she manages to hop out of the way and grab Harmony and thrust her out of the ring through the second rope. Harmony hits the protective mat as Camilla starts hopping around the ring trying to walk off whatever is wrong with her leg. Harmony climbs back in the ring and Camilla is still hopping around, Harmony looks at this and Camilla tries to step towards her and the second she puts weight on her leg she collapses to the mat. Harmony casually walks over to her downed opponent, she reaches down to pick her up but Camilla rolls her up out of it and grabs her tights in an attempt to gain the advantage with the roll up attempt to make it more effective.
One…
Two…
Thr...Harmony kicks out of it.
Camilla still isn’t able to get to her feet though and the under handed attempt has upset her. She grabs her by the hair of the head and pulls her to her feet. She positions herself to execute a vertical suplex, but Camilla blocks the attempt yet again and counters it into a suplex of her own. Harmony hits the mat favoring her back as Camilla jumps back up and goes back on the attack. She gets Harmony back up to her feet and hits a spinning neck breaker taking her down again.
DM: She wasn’t hurt near as bad as she let on! She went through all that just to get more of an upper hand.
JG: Genius, pure genius and Harmony went for it hook, line, and sinker.
Camilla gets Harmony back up to her feet, grabs a hand full of her hair and uses this to execute a modified face buster type maneuver. Harmony rolls out of the ring after the impact and just lies on the outside protective mat. Camilla stands in the center of the ring, just waiting for Harmony to get to her feet. The ref gets to a count of three as Harmony manages to use the ring apron to get back to her feet. As she does this, she staggers back a few steps trying to regain her composure as Camilla takes off and springboards off the ropes hitting a vaulting body press sending them both to the mat hard. The count restarts, and we get to a count of five before either of them start to stir. The first to her feet is Camilla who grabs Harmony and rolls her into the ring. Harmony gets back up to her feet as Camilla tries to slide into the ring herself, Harmony meets her with kicks to the back of the head as she enters. The kicks stun Camilla who is helped up to her feet by Harmony, after which Harmony irish whips her into the corner. Rather than hitting the corner however, Camilla jumps up to the top rope showing remarkable balance, as Harmony runs towards her she jumps off with the Flight of an Angel taking Harmony back to the mat. Camilla bounces back to her feet then drops back to the mat making a cover.
One…
Two…
Thr...Harmony manages to get a shoulder up.
Camilla looks back at the ref questioning the “slow” count (in her eyes.) Rather than waste time and lose the advantage she mounts the still downed Harmony and lands a series of fury punches.
JG: The fat lady is singing, this match is all but over!
DM: Harmony Taylor doesn’t have an inch of quit in her! These fans will get behind her and revive her.
Back in the ring the ref makes Camilla get off of Harmony. She does so willingly and does not have to be restrained, which allows her to capitalize by getting Harmony back to her feet. She then takes her manicured nails and uses them to rake the eyes of Harmony, who screams out in pain. Nearly blinded she turns her back to Camilla who lunges forward with the Crimson Tragedy, Harmony doesn’t see it coming as it is landed perfectly. Camilla follows the move up immediately with a cover.
One…
Two…
Th...The count is stopped because Harmony managed to have her foot resting on the bottom rope.
Camilla is growing noticeably frustrated as she stands up and just starts kicking the head of the downed Harmony. After about five kicks she stops and walks into the corner climbing up to the top rope. Harmony slowly gets back to her feet using the ropes for assistance, as she turns Camilla leaps off the turnbuckle and lands a flying cross body. Harmony manages to roll through it and make the cover.
One…
Two…
Thr...Camilla kicks out.
Camilla jumps back to her feet and turns towards Harmony who is also standing. Camilla reaches back and throws her right hand forward attempting another slap, but Harmony catches her hand, pulls her in close, and drives her head into the mat with a DDT.
DM: The veteran Harmony Taylor is back on the attack now. The ring awareness she has displayed has frustrated her younger opponent, which in turn has opened the door for Harmony to go back on the offensive.
JG: Can you blame her for being upset this Harmony Taylor just won’t give up!
DM: That is the reason I can see her walking out of here as the next television champion. I would love to see that as I am sure those in attendance would love it as well.
JG: You just call the damned match you’re not supposed to play favorites.
Back in the ring, Camilla is back to her feet as Harmony grabs her by the hair of the head and tosses her into the corner. Harmony then takes her and lunges the body forward sending Camilla’s shoulder into the steel ring post. Camilla falls to the mat holding her shoulder and screaming in pain. Harmony then climbs the ropes and dives off with the Con Air, executing the moonsault perfectly and makes the cover after it.
One…
Two…
Thre...Camilla kicks out.
Harmony just puts her hands up on her head in disbelief. She makes eye contact with the ref and covers a second time.
One…
Two…
Th...Camilla kicks out again.
Seemingly frustrated Harmony covers a third time.
One…
Two…
Thr...Again Camilla kicks out.
Harmony can’t believe it as she grabs Camilla by the feet and drags her into the corner where her legs are separated by the steel ring post and hanging over the apron.
DM: What is Harmony doing here?
JG: I think I might like where this is going.
Harmony slides out of the ring and grabs the right leg of her opponent, the one in which she had worked over earlier in the match. She pulls it outwards then swings the knee into the steel ring post. Camilla lets out a deafening cry as Harmony pulls it back and does it again. The impact of the second sounds much worse than the first one did. The crowd actually begins to boo a bit as Camilla lets out another deafening cry. The ref comes over and tries to get Harmony back into the ring, she turns away and acts as if she will oblige to the request. The ref steps back and she turns back and smashes her knee against the post for a third time. After another ear piercing scream of pain, Harmony rolls into the ring to reset the count. She then slides back out, grabs the feet of Camilla and pulls her towards where she is standing causing her midsection to smash into the pole. Harmony smiles as the fans are now throwing shit in her direction. She turns around and flips the bird to them, before focusing back on her opponent. She grabs the leg of Camilla and locks in a figure four around the ring post. Again Camilla is crying out in pain, as the ref hurries over and starts a five count.
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2…
3…
4…
Just in the nick of time to avoid disqualification Harmony releases the hold. She then smashes the knee against the post one more time for good measure before she climbs back into the ring.
DM: What the hell has gotten into Harmony Taylor? Is gaining a championship belt really worth turning your back on your fans over?
JG: You bet your ass it is, I love the strategy being used here. She doesn’t just want to win the match she wants to make sure that Camilla forever remembers the day she stepped into the ring with her.
Harmony pulls Camilla to the center of the ring, helping her to her feet. She then kicks her in the gut and has Camilla Face the Music, which is a trademarked Pedigree. Harmony then rolls her over to cover.
One…
Two…
Camilla doesn’t kick out, Harmony pulls her head up acting as if she did kick out.
This upsets the ref who starts to point at Harmony and say something to her. She ignores him and walks up to Camilla’s legs and locks in a figure four leg lock in the center of the ring. Camilla starts to scream in pain again as her knee is obviously in a severe amount of pain. You can read Harmony’s lips as she starts telling her opponent to tap…tap….tap….TAP!! Camilla refuses to do so, she starts to try to fight loose or reverse the hold. While she is fighting Harmony is pulling herself backwards towards the ropes. Camilla is still refusing the tap as Harmony tells the ref to check her and ask her if she wants to give. As the ref does this, she reaches behind her and grabs the ropes to help her apply more pressure. Camilla is still refusing to tap and still trying to fight to reverse the hold. Harmony is still pulling on the ropes as Camilla drops her shoulder to the mat to relieve some of the pressure and to rest. The ref gets a two count before she raises her shoulders back up. She again tries to reverse it to no avail before dropping her shoulders back down to the mat again. Again the ref gets to a count of two before she raises her shoulders back up off the mat. She starts to put more effort into reversing the hold, but is unable to do so because Harmony still has hold of the ropes. After a few more seconds she has no choice but to tap out. The ref calls for the bell but Harmony doesn’t release the hold. The ref comes over trying to separate the two…
Harmony Taylor is the NEW PPW TV Champion
DM: There is no call for this she has won the damned match. This is making me sick to watch, I can’t believe she has turned her back on everybody!
JG: This is great it’s making me excited in the most private of areas.
The ref finally manages to separate the two. Camilla isn’t able to move as she just lies still holding her right knee. The ref raises Harmony’s hand and hands her the television title. Harmony takes the belt and heads out of the ring. She starts up the ramp and stops, turning and looking back at the ref trying to check on Camilla. She smiles and walks over grabbing a chair, she then slides into the ring. The ref tries to stop her and gets a kick to his groin for his troubles. Harmony then walks over to Camilla, she lays the chair down in the middle of the ring then picks Camilla up to her feet. Camilla almost falls back down because of her leg, but Harmony manages to position her for and execute the Facing of the Music onto the steel chair. Camilla just lies still as Harmony rolls her over, blood is gushing out of her forehead. Harmony then opens the chair up slightly, sliding it over the right kneecap of Camilla. She drags her towards the corner and climbs to the top rope. Objects are being thrown into the ring as the crowd voices their displeasure at her actions. She again flips them the bird and turns back getting ready to drop down onto the chair. When she turns however she is met by a handful of officials and security personnel pulling Camilla out of Harms way. Harmony drops down, walks over and picks up her new title and holds it high in the air as the ring is being filled with trash.
The lights flicker suddenly, then return to normal. Another flicker. Another. Camilla and Harmony are standing in the ring, both confused by the sudden technical difficulties.
DM: Well, I guess we're experiencing technical difficulties, but something tells me that it's more than that.
JG: Wow, someone's getting smart!
Suddenly, a deep, bellowing laughter roars throughout the arena and a heavy guitar riff blows through the speakers. After the riff breaks, a deep grunt can be heard as the song begins, and out steps a large frame right next to C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci.
DM: What the hell!?
JG: Who the hell!?
Dinucci spouts off a few words to the large monster next to him and then points down to the ring. The man grins and begins to walk down to the ring along with the heavy music and the surprisingly loud booing in the arena.
JG: Oh, come on, these people don't even know who this guy is, and they're booing him?
DM: If he's a friend of Dinucci, that gives everyone a reason to hate the man.
JG: Oh, you better watch it. Mr. Dinucci will fire your ass!
The large monster makes his way down to the ring with his eyes set fixed on Harmony and Camilla. He climbs into the ring and grins as he stands, towering above both women. The booing continues even after his music shuts off. His glare is set on Harmony Taylor, both girls looking up at him in fear.
DM: This is ridiculous, get that man out of the ring. He is nothing but trouble, I can tell!
JG: Quit your whining. I wanna see what this guy is doing.
Suddenly, the man shifts his eyes to Camilla and powers forward, almost clotheslining her head right off her body. She falls to the canvas, helpless. Harmony watches on, confused, but with no intention on stopping the beast. He picks Camilla up and sets her up into a Crucifix Powerbomb. Instead of finishing out the move, however, he drops hard onto both knees, bending her back over his shoulder awkwardly, his hand gripped around her chin. As she hits his shoulder, he flips her backwards with the one hand gripped around her chin. A loud, simultaneous "Ohhhh!" is heard throughout the arena. The man stands with a sick smile on his face.
DM: Oh my god! Get him out of here! We need help in the ring!
JG: Indeed, it looks like Camilla just got broken in half by that monster...
He turns and faces Harmony, laughing with a crazy look on his face. Harmony tries to join and laugh with him, still confused over the situation. Before she can react, he throws his foot out, big booting her onto the canvas. He picks her up and whirls her into the ropes, picking her up into spinebuster position. He leans backwards, adjusts himself, and snaps her backwards, nailing a vicious spinebuster. She holds her head in pain, but is obviously able to move around. He grins as he picks Harmony up once more.
JG: Go make me some popcorn Donovan, this is great stuff.
DM: You're as sick as this bastard...
He lifts her up onto his shoulders in F-5 position. He turns around full circle, revealing his sadistic grin to every fan in the arena. Then, he spins her around into an F-5, stops suddenly, and STO's Harmony Taylor in mid-air. Harmony is driven down with such force that she flips all the way backwards and lands on her chin and face at the end of the move. The impact knocks her unconscious, just as Camilla was at the end of the modified Crucifix Powerbomb. The monster stands above both downed women, pulling the Television Championship off the canvas and lifting it above his head, immediately being booed.
DM: This is sick...This is absolutely sick...
The man asks for a mic and is handed one quickly. He holds the Television Championship across his shoulder as he speaks.
I told you that when I got here, it would be like getting hit by a large freight train. Well, this is the kind of damage you would see if a freight train barrelled through this company!
The fans respond by booing loudly in disapproval.
Allow me to introduce myself to those who don't know me. I am Sid Griffith, the newly enforced bodyguard of C.E.O. Johnny Dinucci!
Another shriek of boos echo in the arena.
Aw, shut up! Not one damn person in this arena could stop me from doing what I just did to these two poor innocent women. Especially you, fatass!
Sid points down to the front row at a disgruntled overweight fan holding up an "I Love Harmony" sign. The man is immediately angered and attempts to climb the barricade to get to Sid. Sid only laughs.
Yeah, go ahead. Try to crawl up here. You couldn't climb that barricade if there was a twinkie waiting for you on the other side. Go ahead, keep trying. Maybe you'll get over there by the time this show is cut off the air!
He laughs loudly as a few people throw their cokes into the ring, missing Sid by a long shot. Sid continues to laugh as his face begins to turn red.
This is the future of this company if its employees don't turn things around. This company will find its employees lying face down in their own stink. And, if the fans aren't careful, they'll be lying face down right next to their favorite wrestler, I'll tell you that. This fat fuck down in the front row will be the first in line, too, if he can ever make it over here!
Another maniacal laugh escapes him as he points at the man, who by this time is red in the face and too humiliated to do anything except stand there and glare at Sid's comments.
I walk with a purpose, ladies and gentlemen. Something you people in Los Angeles don't do. I wouldn't take a piss on the state of California if it were on fire. The same goes for the people in it. This place is a fucking circus. It is filled with drama queens and whiny actresses, assclowns that come up with the idea of scientology. Tell me something, how pathetic does a city have to be for some of its most known residents to believe that aliens put us here? That may just be reason enough to claim that this city is nothing short of retarded. All you idiots in L.A. don't know your ass from a hole in the ground, and that's a fact!
The arena is literally filled with unhappy fans, booing and throwing their trash at Sid. In response, Sid only leans forward against the ropes with an arrogant grin on his face.
As I was saying, I walk with a purpose. My purpose tonight was simple: Destruction. Mr. Dinucci gave me the targets, and I followed through, simply hurling these two ladies out of my way and possibly into a hospital bed for the rest of the night. You can hate me if you want, but that won't stop my momentum. I've got plenty more where this came from, and you can expect the same results week after week. If anybody has a problem with that, then feel free to step forward and you'll look just like poor Harmony Taylor here. Raine Austin...you can expect to be next. I walk with a purpose, son. You can bet on that.
"Slaughtered" by Pantera growls on the PA System as Sid Griffith exits ringside, trash being thrown in his direction in disgust. Several fans shout obscenities in his direction, to which he only laughs in amusement. He finally exits to backstage.
MATCH 6
Verafai Omega vs. Quentin Barnes DM: Here we are, the match a lot of people have been waiting for. The return of Quentin Barnes.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL: QUENTIN BARNES
MATCH 7
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
JG: I can’t wait for Verafai to kick his ass back to the retirement village.
“Of Wolf and Man” By Metallica hits, the fans explode into rapturous applause. Pyro explodes either side of the ramp way and Quentin Barnes walks out onto the entrance ramp. He stops atop the ramp and raises one hand into the air. He strides to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and standing upright. He walks to each side of the ring and raises one arm individually until his music begins to fade.
"Can't Keep" by Pearl Jam splits the airwaves as Verafai Omega, decked in full wrestling attire with patented black and gold mask firmly applied heads toward the ring, sliding under the bottom rope he awaits the bell.
The referee calls for the bell. Quentin stares directly at Omega, then he charges at him and knocks Omega down with a spear. Quentin rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. He then fishes under the ring and pulls out a trash can. He rolls the trashcan in the ring as the referee yells at Quentin. The referee takes the garbage outside the ring as Quentin slides in the ring with the chair, and smacks himself in the head with it, before throwing the chair to Omega. The referee hears the smack and sees the chair in Omega’s hand and takes it off him before sliding the chair out of the ring. Quentin jumps up and as Omega’s back is to him, he low blows him. Quentin turns Omega around and hooks his head in between his legs, grabs both arms and delivers the Barnes Storm.
DM: Barnes has seriously outsmarted Omega here.
JG: Why is it when a guy you like cheats, he outsmarted the other guy. But when it’s a guy I like, he cheats?
DM: Because I don’t like you.
Omega looks like he’s out cold. Barnes hooks both Omega’s legs in a double leg Indian Deathlock. The referee check Omega and stops the match once he sees Omega is unconscious. Barnes releases the hold then stomps on the head of Omega a few times before leaving the ring.
DM: Wow. I’m shocked. A real dominant performance from Barnes there. He showed he still has that mean streak that made him a force to be reckoned with when he was in he’s prime.
JG: I didn’t like him in he’s prime and I still don’t like him.
TLC IN A CELL MATCH
Tre Crawford vs. Caleb Hart vs. Pierce Ward
The Lights begin to flash madly different colours, to bring it to the fans attention that the cell above to about to lower. The TLC in a cell match is next, as the ring is being set up with the proverbial “toys”, the scene goes back to the broadcast table to Donovan and The Bomb.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY SUBMISSION: TRE CRAWFORD
DM: Well Bomb this has been an explosive night so far and the next match should not disappoint.
JG: Of course it will not disappoint you idiot, these guys hate each other, and this is innovative. It’s bloody, it’s graphic, and IT’S TIME FOR TLC IN A CELL BABY.
DM: Calm down tiger. That’s right folks lets get back to the action, as the combatants are nearly ready to go to war.
JG: (sarcastically) Wow! You must have taken hours with the sketch pad this afternoon to come on with that one. Your about to see a match that only a PPW can deliver, and your about as exciting as watching grass grow.
DM: Whatever Bomb. I’m sorry we all cant be as “exciting” as you.
JG: You should be.
Scene moves over to the ring, as the cell is set, the weapons are ready: 3 Tables, 2 Ladders, and 3 Chairs.
The lights in the arena dim as a close up picture of the million dollar PPW tag team titles appears on the Purepaintron. A voice is heard in a soft whispering tone, saying Perfections Coming. At this point the million dollar tag team title begins to flicker in and out, when its out a picture of Tre Crawford’s face replaces it. Smoke begins to fill the ramp area, as it begins to clear Tre then steps up onto the ramp as he does Picture me Rolling begins to play. The camera takes a moment and focuses back on the purepaintron, the video package show Tre performing the Silencer on some of the biggest names in the industry today. It then goes on to show him and Marcela kissing with the tag titles draped over their shoulders. It goes on to show the two of them executing a few tag team moves before the camera focuses back on Tre who has his head down in deep concentration. Golden sparks start to fall from the ceiling, Tre then raises both arms up, in the left hand he holds the tag team titles up high with it glistening as it catches the light, and with his right hand he makes the Westside W. As he peaks with both arms pyro begins to explode around him leaving a trail of flames shooting down the ramp way.
Tre then raises his head up and heads towards the ring taunting the fans. Once he struts into the ring, he climbs up on the second rope in the middle of the ring and holds the west side symbol up high with his right arm. He does this once on every section and then removes his silver glittery robe and sunglasses’ following this he leans up against the corner and waits for the bell.
JG: “The Man” looks focused tonight.
DM: Someone earning his brownie points.
JG: You’re just jealous that you will never be on the A list like Tre and I.
The lights go out in the arena as the haunting intro to Blow Me Away begins...suddenly lights come from towards the ring up the walkway as pyro shoots off at the entrance, as Caleb Hart makes his way out. He comes out and spins slowly, holding his arms out as the lights begin to strobe. He stops and stands at the entrance and lifts up both arms as pyro strafes behind him. When it finishes with a loud bang, he begins his walk towards the ring. A few times, he stops on either side of the ramp and lets a few of the girls kiss him on the cheek, before sliding into the ring and climbing the second rope in the middle of the ring, holding one arm up. He climbs down and the music fades as he moves to his respective corner.
DM: Tre isn’t the only one focused look at that stare in Caleb’s eyes.
JG: That’s because he hasn’t forgotten the upset when Pierce won the TV title from him in his very first night in the PPW.
DM: That would be a reason to want a piece of Pierce as it’s embarrassing to have the new guy walk in and not only beat you but take your gold in the process.
JG: You’re damn right it is. That along with Tre in a cell loaded with weapon makes me tingle inside. Yeah! I can’t wait; I can smell the destruction in the air already.
"The God That Failed" by Metallica begins to play Tre bolts after Caleb and begins to lay the boots to him, as Caleb was watching the ramp way. Pierce quickly runs down the ramp and enters the cell as he attacks Crawford whom was getting the upper hand on Caleb Hart. Ward grabs Crawford from behind as he puts him in a trademark hammerlock to deliver it into a back drop.
DM: Wow it looks like Pierce is ready as he makes a quick impact by taking down the vertical Tre Crawford rather then joining in on the attack on the already down Caleb.
After Tre goes down and is lying in a doubled over position, he grabs a chair which he viciously tosses in the general direction of Pierce who ducks the chair and begins to laugh signaling to the crowd that he is smart and wouldn’t fall for that. While he is doing that Caleb gets up and grabs the chair (that missed Pierce) and levels him as he strikes Pierce in the back of the head, but before he can it follow up with anything, he is met with a low blow by Tre.
Tre then gets up and runs Caleb’s head across the steel of the cell splitting him wide open. Pierce then returns to his feet and begins to work with Tre as he sets up a table for Tre to toss the lifeless Caleb Hart onto. Pierce and Tre both set up ladders one behind the other in front of the table. Pierce then climbs the back ladder, sits on the top then springs from the ladder he is sitting on grabbing the other ladder on the way down ultimately striking Caleb’s chest as it goes through the table. After Pierce rolls out of the way Tre Strikes him in the face with a near by chair busting him open too. Tre covers Pierce for the pin.
One…
Two…
Thre…Pierce kicks out just as the refs hand is about it hit the mat.
DM: Wow that was close this match is barbaric, How can these men withstand putting themselves through such torture and pain?
JG: It’s simple Micheals. This is the PPW and if you want to be a success here you have to be willing to risk it all to make an impact. We are not some B rate show where old ladies give birth to hands in sad attempts to keep the people tuning in each week.
DM: Well I agree (laughing), but we don’t need another lawsuit Bomb.
Finally as Pierce gets back to his feet he realizes that it is time for him and Caleb to set their personal issues aside and work together as it has been what has given Tre dominance thus far in the match. Pierce and Caleb grab Tre and repeatedly toss him into the cell causing a hinge to break as a connected panel starts to swing open.
Then the two toss him into the opposite corner, and as Tre hits the corner he falls due to slamming into the post. Caleb then sets up a table in the corner before he picks up Tre, hoping to put him through the table with a Russian Leg Sweep. Tre goes through the table flat though Caleb appears to have hurt his shoulder has he flops around screaming in pain.
JG: What the fu…!
DM: It looks like Caleb may have thrown out his shoulder has he appears to gotten the worst of it.
JG: This is his chance. Get up and get back into this thing Tre!
Pierce sees this and picks up Caleb and gives him a suplex, which he snaps into a DDT, then tosses him out of the ring. Pierce then grabs a chair to hit Tre whom is lying bloodied from going through the table. As he swings, Tre rolls out of the way and then springs to his feet to grab Pierce Ward and tosses him into the ropes on the open side of the cell. Then Tre charges toward Ward and delivers a missile dropkick sending him flying into Caleb Hart on the floor. Tre then falls into the ropes after the move as he is trying to catch his breath.
Hart and Ward struggle to get to their feet and begin to exchange weak punches as it is showing that the toll of the match is setting in as each of the men are showing strong signs of tiring.
DM: I don’t think these guys can go on much longer Bomb.
JG: I have to agree there is blood all over each of them and someone is bound to pass out.
Hart and Ward climb to the top of the cell as the brawl and once the men reach the top Pierce knocks down Caleb and goes for a cover. Tre shoves the ref (whom is still in the ring) as Caleb kicks out. They argue and the ref warns Tre to not touch him as he points at his shirt. Then Tre rushes to get to the top of the cage with the ref following behind him.
JG: What the hell is that idiot doing.
DM: Covers count on top of the cage Bomb, in a Cell match of any kind the cover counts both inside and outside the ring or cell as the cover is still taking place within the cells area, even though the competitors are on top of the cage.
JG: Yada yada yada, I think you’re justifying cheating. Just like you try to justify how you’re “holding your own” when you know I’m carrying you through the show yet again.
Tre hits Pierce with release German suplex causing him to land closer to the edge of the cell and cuts him up more. Then he goes over to grab Caleb whom turning into a small package for the cover.
One…
Two…
Thr...Tre kicks out and tosses Celeb off him.
Then as the two get to their feet, Tre swings at Caleb, and Caleb ducks the move and hits him with his Big Lariat knocking Tre face down on the cell due to flipping inside out from the power of the move.
Caleb, in anger, spits on Tre and he sees that Pierce is getting up and beginning to shake the cobwebs, Caleb quickly turns and nails Pierce with the Hart attack sending him off the edge of the Cell and sending him through the announce table. Caleb has a look of shock on his face as he doesn’t know what to think of what has just happened.
DM & JG : Holy Shit!
DM: Let’s get the Medics out here! Pierce Ward is lying in front of us seeing stars.
JG: F**k that he just broke our table, get a new table out here.
DM: You’re a cold hearted S.O.B. Bomb, do you not think of anyone other then yourself? He is still bleeding.
JG: I don’t give a damn about him, he broke my table and got blood on my new silk shirt.
As the commotion had been going on, the medics come out and take Pierce Ward out to the back. Tre gets up and puts his around over and around Caleb’s neck hooking in his submission finisher the “Undertow”. Caleb gets weaker as Tre drags him closer to the middle of the cell’s top then Tre leans his weight back and sets in the move. Caleb goes limb and the Ref grabs his hand for the count. He does this three times, signalling that Caleb is out cold.
Tre then returns the favor as he splits on Caleb and kicks him like a battered dog as the Ref raises his hand in victory.
DM: That really was an explosion Bomb.
JG: Destruction to the max Donny Boy. Blood and destruction all over the place.
DM: Well one thing is for certain, all three will be feeling the pain from this one for a long time.
JG: Of course because this is the place where pain is the game, baby!
DM: The Main Event is up next folks, Title vs Title, Kast vs Zale, Teacher vs Pupil.
JG: Yeah yeah, we get the hint junior, where’s my new table!
An ad for the next Mutilation is shown. A voiceover hypes up the fact that there will be alot of questions answered after tonight’s Pay-Per-View. The ad finishes and we are once again joined at ringside by Donovan and Jim.
MAIN EVENT
REGULAR SINGLES MATCH
TITLE vs. TITLE
Colin Zale (c) vs. Shane Kast (c)
The camera pans across the sold-out Dodger Stadium crowd, as Donovan Michaels’ voice can be heard through the airwaves.
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY PINFALL: COLIN ZALE FADE
TO BLACK
DM: This is it, folks. The moment we’ve all been waiting for. The “Title vs. Title” match! Current Paramount champion Colin Zale goes one-on-one with current Bloodgames champion Shane Kast in what promises to be an absolute epic!
JG: I hope you’re right, Michaels. I’ve looked forward to seeing the Paramount gold wrapped around Shane Kast’s waist for quite some time now. Every week, the guy has grown in confidence and stature. My God, he’s a legend!
DM: Don’t get too carried away, Bomb. He’s a long way to go before he reaches the status of PPW legends past and present: James Spyder, Tre Crawford, CJ Maxwell, Verafai Omega, The Dark Lotus. And of course, the one and only, Colin Zale.
JG: If by referring to Colin Zale as a legend you mean that he has been around since olden times, then yeah, I have to agree with you on that one. As in “The Legend of Colin Zale”. In fact, I believe his real name is Adam, and he had a confrontation with a wee little snake and an apple, and was shacked up in a garden with some piece of ass called Eve…
DM: Jim, are you trying to say that Colin Zale is so old, that he might be the first man ever to walk the Earth? As in “Adam” from “Adam & Eve”?
JG: Yeah, pretty much…
DM: Lucky for you he has bigger fish to fry than an old, has-been World champion life yourself.
Fozzy's "Don't You Wish You Were Me" begins to blare through the arena. The sound of the music brings an instantaneous and deafening torrent of boos, catcalls and obscenities from the fans. The noise is so loud in fact that it drowns the music out entirely. A thin mist begins to fill the ramp way, accentuated by red and blue lights. When the music gets to the main guitar riff, Shane Kast arrogantly strides out from behind the curtain, PPW Bloodgames championship fastened around his waist. He raises his arms to his side and reacts to the boos as if he's being cheered. This continues for a moment or two as Shane soaks it all in gleefully. He then takes off his Bloodgames championship and raises it above his head, before draping it across his shoulder.
Kast continues down to the ring slowly, continually smirking with arrogance. He finally reaches the ring and slowly walks up the ring steps, demanding that the referee hold the rope open for him. The referee argues this for a minute before finally acquiescing because he realizes that Kast will never enter the ring unless he does so. Kast steps under the second rope and mockingly pats the referee on the cheek. He then grabs his Bloodgames championship again, and flaunts it from the top rope, where he is now perched.
DM: Man, I’ve never seen such an egotistical asshole in all my years as an announcer.
JG: What, in all two of them?!
DM: This guy is on a real power trip. He thought he was untouchable because he’s an Elite Icon. Well he was sure given a reality check on Mutilation last week.
JG: Let’s not bring up the past, Donnie. Let’s focus on the match at hand. This “epic” match as you billed it...
DM: Right, yeah, the epic match... Well, I guess it’s just time to wait on our champion...
JG: Our “other” champion...
The arena lights black out suddenly and the fans go absolutely crazy. The familiar guitar and drum intro of “Here Comes the Pain” by Slayer kicks in, and builds. As the main riff hits, Colin Zale appears from behind the curtain, and stands at the top of the ramp, soaking in the admiration from his adoring fans.
As Tom Araya’s voice begins to sing, Zale makes his way down the aisle, complete focus strewn across his face. As the song changes tempo, Zale walks up the steps, and enters the ring via the middle rope. He takes the Paramount championship from around his waist, and hoists it up above his head, receiving a chorus of cheers as he does so.
Zale then climbs the turnbuckle, and looks out over the Dodger crowd, focus still instilled on his face. He then jumps down, and switches his attention to Shane Kast, who arrogantly smirks back at Zale.
DM: What an ovation for Colin Zale! This place is going bananas!
JG: Yeah, yeah, just get on with it, Michaels.
DM: Ok, I think we’re about ready to get this main event underway, ladies and gentlemen!
The referee calls both men to the centre of the ring, and explains the rules to them both. He then calls for Kast to hand over his Bloodgames championship. As Kast does so, he looks a hole through Zale, the smirk now gone. The referee then looks to Zale, calling for the Paramount championship to be handed over. Zale acknowledges this, and hands it over straight away. The referee then walks over to the ring announcer, positioned on the outside, and hands the two titles to him. But Zale and Kast remain in the middle of the ring, tension mounting, pressure swelling. They look directly through each other, before the bell is sounded, and they both take a step backwards.
DM: This one’s started!
Colin Zale raises his arms to Kast, to initiate a “test of strength”. Kast looks around at the fans, who are encouraging him to take Zale up on his offer. Kast then smirks, and approaches Zale, arms out in front of him.
JG: Kast’s takin’ Zale up on his offer!
But as Kast approaches Zale, he kicks the Paramount champion in the stomach, then hits a DDT!
DM: It’s Kast who gets in the first shot!
JG: As I expected, Michaels. He’s far superior to Colin Zale in every way...
DM: Well you can bet your bottom dollar that Colin won’t let Kast off with that one. This is where the war starts!
Zale hits the mat hard, but snaps right back to his feet, showing no early signs of weakness.
DM: Don’t forget folks, both Shane Kast and Colin Zale are suffering from fatigue from the past few weeks’ happenings. Colin Zale was brutally beaten at the hands of Tre Crawford and his Elite Icons, and then last week, Shane Kast was attacked backstage, causing him some damage and internal bleeding. I think it’s amazing that both men still came out here tonight to compete.
JG: Let’s be serious, Don. One of these guys could have been beheaded and they’d still wanna compete in this match.
Zale and Kast go on course to lock-up once again, but Kast stays a step ahead by sending a dropkick straight to the shin of Colin. As he collapses on the attacked leg, Kast drills him with a float over ddt!
DM: Excellent athleticism shown here by Kast, as always.
JG: Of course. But then again, anybody is an excellent athlete compared to that slouch Zale.
DM: I'm not even going to touch that.
Kast is seen quickly stomping the side of Zale, but Zale flowingly locks Kast's leg with his own, send him to the ground, and locks him in a tormenting modified STF.
DM: Oh my! Zale is mangling Kast!
JG: He being abused worse then a white man in middle east.
DM: What?!? Jim, how about you stop being an ignorant buffoon and stay away from the racial slurs.
JG: Jeez, Donny. Stop being so Jewish.
DM: Dammit Jim!
After a few excruciating moments in the hold, Zale mercilessly lets go, but only to wrap a sharp right hand across the head of Kast. Zale ascends and brings Kast with him. He sends Shane viciously with a hard irish whip, that causes Kast to recoil from the ropes, but before he can fall forward, Zale charges at him like black bull and sharpingly sends his right shoulder in the abdomen of Kast, crashing him into turnbuckle. Zale, wasting no another breath and with great agility, doubles Kast over and snap powerbombs him into the exact same turnbuckle!
DM: My god! Zale is showing that brutal aggression we have all known and feared!
Zale brings Kast to his feet by the top of head with a hand full of hair. He leaves Kast standing a moment as he takes a quick brings then suddenly snaps into a very deep Japanese arm drag into a standing armbar. Before Zale can get fully into the move, Kast shows his trademarked resilience and gains a steam of momentum as he does a front roll onto his feet, twirls around to the back of Zale with a hammerlock snapped in, and then quickly smacks Zale down with a falling reverse ddt. Kast quickly jumps to his feet and hits a remarkable standing moonsault! He stays on top as he goes for the pin.
One...
Just as the one is uttered, Zale tosses Kast off of him.
DM: You know, Kast's ability is nothing short of glorious, but he has got to know you can't go for any short of pin like that this early.
Both men begin to ascend to their feet. Kast being the faster, is able to quickly get to his feet and dropkick the back of Zale's head as he attempted to get off of all fours. Kast backs into the ropes and drops a quick leg drop to the back of Zale's head. This time it's Kast's turn to raise Zale to his feet with a hand full of hair. Zale counters with flurry of punches to the abs of Kast and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Zale doesn't get what he wants as Kast comes flying at him feet first and nails a snap hurracanrana that lands Zale right on the top of his head!
DM: Oh jesus! Zale might have a broken..NECK!!
JG: Calm down...While I certainly hope for such a thing to happen to that sloth, the truth is, that man just won't die.
DM: Wow, Jim. I don't think I've ever heard you give somebody such a compliment.
JG: To hell with you, Donny.
Kast sees opportunity as he climbs the turnbuckles. He gets to the top rope, does a 360 in the air and brings a knee straight down on Zale's head. Kast quickly goes to the other turnbuckle, repeats the same move from there, he scurries over to the right of that one, repeats the same move, only knee lands on Zale's sternum, and breathlessly, Kast goes to the turnbuckle that hasn't been occupied yet, the moves is yet again done but the knee is sent crashing into the groin of Colin Zale.
Crowd: Ooooowww.
DM: Kast is imitating that same aggression that Zale has been showing.
JG: You know what they say, imitation is the sincerest form of battery.
Kast doesn't even take a moment to catch his breath as he locks Zale's legs like a Texas Cloverleaf, but instead of turning it into the submission, he holds it, flips overs and bridges into a pin.
One...
Two...
Th...Zale raises his shoulder.
Kast lets go and rests on his side for a few moments as Zale tries to collect himself. Kast again gets to his feet before Zale. He grips Zale in the DDT position, but before he can begin to think about the move, Zale delivers a nasty standing spinebuster and follows it with a barrage of mounted punches. After the attack, Zale rolls off, to catch his breath and some rest.
DM: The game seems to be Zale's once more. This match has definitely been agility for brutality.
Zale gets to his feet and brings Kast with to his feet. Colin sets up for a suplex. He raises Kast in the air and hangs him there for a few seconds, again Kast foils Zale's plans as he swings down and nails a ddt with all kinds of momentum behind it.
DM: Wow! It just seems Zale cannot get on a roll with Kast.
JG: That's my boy. Beatdown that old timer.
Kast, after a few moments of recollection, brings Zale to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle. He charges Zale, who quickly dodges the attack, and with extreme frustration stomps the hell out of Kast. Zale stares down at the broken body of Kast. A smile slides, like a bead on an abbicus, across his face.
DM: Zale seems to have something terrible in mind...or something clever...but knowing Zale, it's probably both.
JG: Whatever. He probably just remembered his social security comes in the mail tomorrow.
Zale mounts the top turnbuckle and drags Kast up with him. He tucks his own head under the arm of Kast and throws him back towards the announcing table.
DM: What the hell is Zale doin...
Before Donovan can finish, both him and Jim are wiped out as Zale sends Kast crashing through the table with "A Fine Way To Die"..a brutal northern light driver.
Both men lie motionless on the outside as the referee looks on in helplessness.
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!.
After minutes of both men laying in the destruction. Zale finally emerges. He drags the lifeless body of Kast to the apron and rolls him into the ring. Zale follows suit. In the ring, Zale signals the end as he positions Kast for a super spinebuster, the beginning of the "Extreme F'n Headache". But before he can position Kast, Shane spins out and picks up Zale for the Kast-22!...But's the weight is too much for the badly damaged Kast, and he drops Zale, who quickly kicks Kast in the stomach, sets him between his legs and lands and absolutely horrifying sit-out Styles Clash. Shane's head lands in such a way that the sight can only be described as sickening. Zale rolls up for the pin.
One.....
Two.....
Three!
Colin Zale is the NEW PPW BloodGames Champion
Colin Zale is still the PPW Paramount Champion
Colin Zale is the first EVER PPW double Champion
DM: ZALE HAS DONE IT! ZALE HAS BECOME THE FIRST EVER DOUBLE CHAMPION!
JG: Whatever.
DM: I don't care what you think Jim, we've just witnessed history right here. Ladies and Gentlemen, Colin Zale has just become Mr. PPW. Join us for Mutilation as Colin Zale heads there as the first double champion. Goodbye for now.
PPW Genesis goes off the air with a video package highlighting the events that have just happened.