A Date with Destiny


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	Joe Louis Arena, Detroit, Michigan Monday, March 30th 2003 Attendance: 26,185
	Pyro's explode as "Headstrong" by Trapt hits the arena and the camera swoops across the A Date with Destiny set. The camera swoops across the Cage hanging high above the ring, waiting for the TV Title Match between Zion & Golgotha. The camera pans across the insane crowd that has packed the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan. Finally we come down to ringside where our bobbleheads, Eric "the enema" Gellar & Blackbird are waiting to kick off the show. Gellar: Hello everyone and welcome to Defiance's PPV Presenation, "A Date with Destiny" Blackbird: What a crowd we have here tonight, they're deafening!!! Gellar: We'll kick things off with a quick run down of tonights card. Blackbird: Jonny Lang takes on Suicide in the Semi-Finals of the Extreme Tournament, while Solo takes on Splinter in the other Semi-Final. Gellar: Zion is scheduled to take on Golgotha, inside that Steel Cage hanging above the ring. Blackbird: Silas Parish is scheduled to take on Shane Ballard, if Silas leaves the bar in time. Gellar: Jason Hunt takes on Matt Van Dam in what is officially Jason Hunts farewell match here in the PWF. Blackbird: And last, but by no means least, Sabre takes on Nightshade for the PWF Title in a 2 out of 3 falls contest. Gellar: And we kick things off with the Extreme Title tournament, as Jonny Lang prepares to take on Suicide. "Do you Call my Name" by RA hits the arena, and out walks Jason Hunt, making his way down to the ring. Gellar: Or not… Why is Hunt out here? Blackbird: Guess he has something he wants to say. Hunt: "Well hey everyone, good to see all the PWF fans. For the last time!!! Thank god!!! It's good to know that I'll finally be out of this godforsaken place after tonight." Boos fill the arena, followed by chants of "asshole". Hunt: "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't care what any of you think anymore. I have one last match to wrestle, and then I can finally be out of here. I'm not waiting until the end of the night, I got better things to do, so come on Matt, get your ass out here, let's get it over with before the cheap ass cables on this cage above me break and it crashes down on me. I don't think the PWF wants a serious large lawsuit against it tomorrow morning. So come on, get your lazy, fat, former gWo ass out here right now." The arena lights change to green, as "Snap your Fingers, Snap your Neck" hits the arena, but it isn't just MVD who walks out, Big Dave walks alongside him. Hunt: "What's up Matt? Afraid to take me on without the big boss in tow?" MVD composes himself and holds a mic up. MVD: "We just came to send you off Hunt, give you a proper goodbye. We wanted to make your last match one you'll never, EVER forget. So look up old friend, look up." Jason Hunt looks up to see the Cage descending around him. He doesn't look happy. Hunt: "What the fuck? This isn't what I signed up for!!! This was meant to be a straight wrestling match." Big Dave: "Don't worry Hunt, you can still win via Pinfall or Submission, it's just that now, you can't get yourself DQ'd inside 2 minutes so you can go home early. That was your plan after all, you think I didn't know?" Hunt: "I'm going to fucking kill you!!!" MVD: "Not if I have anything to do with it." The crowd cheers wildly as MVD makes his way down the ramp. Victory via Pinfall, Submission or Escaping the Cage Credit: The Pelican Report: MVD & Hunt circle around each other, checking out the cage as they prepare to wrestle each other for the first time, and the last time. Senior Referee, Mark Johnson calls for the bell and the two men immediately square up to each other. Both are virtually the same height, and the same weight, a perfect match for each other. Trash talk is being exchanged between the two men, it doesn't take long before things move away from trash talk, as Hunt slaps MVD across the face. MVD instantly slaps Hunt back, anger giving his a little bit more force. Hunt retaliates with a hard right hand, which MVD ducks and then counters with a quick kick to the gut. MVD then sends Hunt reeling with a stiff uppercut. MVD then whips Hunt into the ropes and promptly flattens him with a perfect Spinning Heel Kick. Hunt picks himself up, only to take a couple of right hands from MVD. The same Irish Whip is attempted, but this time Hunt ducks underneath the Heel Kick and then comes off the opposite ropes and dives to take MVD down with a Flying Clothesline. MVD gets up quickly, but Hunt reacts just as quickly and lays into MVD a series of snap right hands. He then whips MVD hard towards the corner. He follows him in and catches MVD with a Flying Back Elbow. MVD staggers out of the corner, trying to shake away the cobwebs. Hunt boots him in the gut and then delivers a Snap Suplex with a perfect floatover into a cover. Mark Johnson slides down to make the count. ………1 ………..2 .. MVD easily kicks out. Hunt pulls MVD up and takes his left arm and twists it into an arm wrench. Hunt then snaps MVD towards him and pulls him into a jabbing elbow, which leaves him momentarily stunned. Hunt quickly comes off the ropes and then takes the stunned MVD down with a Front Neckbreaker. Hunt goes for another cover. …………1 ……….2 ……….. MVD kicks out. Hunt gets to his feet and leaves MVD to struggle to his feet while he taunts the fans for a moment. He slaps the steel cage a couple of times and then points to MVD, who is almost on his feet. Gellar: Looks like we about to see the Steel Cage come in play for the first time tonight. Blackbird: I'm surprised it's taken these two this long to start using it. Gellar: Both men prefer to wrestle, and while they are in good condition, they will want to use their wrestling ability. Blackbird: You think the cage will come into play as both men tire? Gellar: Indeed, I believe that whoever uses the Cage to their advantage better, will be the one who walks away from this match as the victor. Hunt grabs the struggling MVD and charges him towards the steel cage, and viciously slams his head into the steel. MVD reels backwards, and actually goes into a backwards roll, ending up on his knees holding his face. Hunt comes off the ropes and crashes into MVD with a Two-Footed Dropkick to the face. Hunt goes for the cover again. ………..1 ………..2 ………. MVD kicks out. Hunt then goes over to the turnbuckle, takes a moment to exchange some banter with the crowd, who shower him with a combination of boos and insults, and then he climbs up to the top rope. MVD is staggering to his feet, Hunt is demanding that he get up quicker. Hunt stands up, waiting for MVD to be in position, but then MVD suddenly staggers sideways into the ropes, knocking Hunt off balance and crotching him on the top rope. MVD comes to his senses and staggers over to where Hunt is on the top rope. Hunt is doubled over, holding his family jewels and only just hanging onto the top rope. MVD leaves Hunt where he is, and is stretching as he climbs up to the 2nd rope. He hooks Hunt around the waist and tries to push his head between his legs, suddenly the fans realise what MVD is about to do, and they slowly begin to rise to their feet. MVD summons up all his strength to yank Hunt upwards and then jumps off backwards driving Hunt's head into the canvas with an amazing 2nd rope Piledriver. The crowd are going insane, MVD slowly crawls over and manages to make the cover. ………1 ………..2 ………….. Hunt somehow gets his shoulder up, much to the disappointment of the crowd. Blackbird: That move is definitely high on the ouch factor. Gellar: I'm sure Hunt would agree, if he remembers any of it, that could give anyone a concussion. Blackbird: Advantage MVD methinks. After taking a moment to catch his breath, and recover from the damage he has taken so far, MVD slowly gets to his feet. He makes his way over to where Hunt is and pulls him up to his feet, Hunt's eyes are glazed over, and he does little more than hold his head. MVD pushes Hunt into the corner and then starts to unleash upon him right hand after right hand, battering poor Hunt down into the corner. Once Hunt gets too low for right hands, MVD changes to hard stomps, making sure that Hunt is going nowhere. MVD pulls Hunt to his feet and then gets in his face, and gives him some trash talk, Hunt appears to have recovered some of his senses, as he retaliates by spitting in MVD's face. MVD wipes off the phlem and then his face is enveloped with anger and he grabs Hunt and drives him face first into the steel cage. MVD then rubs Hunt's face left and right across the steel, letting it rip open the bare flesh on his face. MVD then pulls Hunt back before slamming the back of his head into the steel cage. After his head bounces off solid steel, Hunt bounces off the ropes and then crashes face first into the mat, holding the back of his head, and then feeling the gash that has been opened up on his forehead. MVD spits on Jason Hunt and then he walks over to the side of the cage furthest from Hunt and begins to climb up the cage. Hunt rolls onto his back and he sees where MVD is headed, and this seems to spark him back into life. Hunt struggles to his feet and then scrambles over to start climbing the cage. MVD hears Hunt beneath him, and he stops, as he tries to think of what to do, then he continues climbing. The thought of losing seems to work for Hunt as he climbs much quicker than he probably should be in his condition. He gets close to MVD, who tries to knock Hunt off with his boot, but Hunt manages to catch MVD's foot and tries to pull MVD down off the cage, without any success. But it's enough to allow Hunt to climb up a couple of steps and Hunt catches MVD with a low blow. This would probably be enough to send MVD tumbling to the canvas below, but Hunt makes sure that doesn't happen. He climbs up a couple more steps and then positions himself so that he can get MVD directly under his shoulders. Without any delay, he dives off backwards with the DownTime (Angle Slam), driving MVD into the mat, and to a lesser extent, himself. Both men stay down for a moment as the crowd go insane for the amazing move. Slowly Hunt manages to crawl over towards MVD where he drapes an arm over his chest. ………….1 …………..2 …………. MVD just gets his shoulder up. Gellar: So close there for Jason Hunt. Blackbird: You can see that that one big move took a lot out of himself, as well as MVD. When you do big moves like that off the cage, the only difference between you and your opponent is that you're in control of your landing, to some extent, your opponent is not. You still fall the same distance, it's still extremely painful. Gellar: It's going to be a close call this one, I wouldn't like to pick a winner right now. Blackbird: Nor me. After some time down on the mat, both men slowly begin to get to their feet. Hunt is holding the back of his head, while MVD is holding his back. It's MVD who strikes out first, attempting a right hand, but Hunt blocks it and counters with a couple of quick jabs. He then sends MVD into the ropes and bends down for a Back Body Drop. But MVD boots him in the face and sends Hunt sprawling backwards into the ropes. MVD charges in aggressively, but Hunt ducks down and launches MVD above his head and sends him crashing face first into the steel cage. MVD crash lands on the canvas and goes into a backwards roll, ending up in a sitting position, reminiscent of Hunt earlier in the match. Hunt recognises his chance at a little bit of vengeance and connects with the awesome Shining Wizard. MVD lies face down holding his head while Hunt takes a quick moment to show off to the fans, just in case they'd forgotten how much they hated him. It's Hunt's turn to begin climbing the steel cage. While Hunt is making his way towards victory, MVD slowly begins to get to his feet, when he sees Hunt climbing the cage, he starts to move a little quicker, but Hunt is almost at the top of the cage, so MVD needs to move quickly. He just charges and throws his full weight into the side of the cage Hunt is climbing. The sudden jolt takes Hunt completely by surprise and he loses his footing, falls and lands in perhaps the worst way possible, crotched on the top rope. The pain etched on Hunt's face is clear for all to see. MVD is already climbing the cage next to Hunt, he gives him a quick push and he crashes to the mat holding the family jewels. MVD moves to about half-way up the cage, he then positions himself so he is level with Hunt, and then executes a picture perfect Moonsault off the cage. He lands on Hunt with absolute precision, he takes a moment to catch his breath, and then he hooks the leg for the cover. ………..1 ……….2 ………… Hunt just gets his left shoulder up, much to MVD's surprise. MVD gets to his feet, he then drags Hunt up to his feet and wraps his arms around his waist, he spins around and then hits The Sexiest Move (Spinning Belly to Back Suplex). He hooks the leg for the cover. ………..1 ……….2 …………. Hunt again gets his shoulder up. MVD backs off, a little frustrated, he taps his leg signalling for the Van-Dam Asser. Hunt slowly begins to get to his feet, staying doubled over most of the way. MVD bounces off the ropes and comes in to hit the Van-Dam Asser (FameAsser), but Hunt suddenly stands up and MVD lands only on the canvas. Hunt suddenly drops to his knees, holding his gut, seemingly in a lot of pain. This allows MVD to get to his feet, he moves to pull Hunt up, but finds out that he's been suckered, as Hunt delivers a blatant Low Blow and then instantly stands up. Hunt hooks MVD up and then lifts him up suplex style, but this is no suplex, as Hunt delivers a devastating Brainbuster DDT. Gellar: This one could be over right here!!! Blackbird: Devastating move from Jason Hunt, you're right, this match could end on this very move!! Hunt takes a moment to recover and then rolls over to hook the leg and make the cover. ………..1 …………2 ……….. MVD amazingly gets his shoulder up. Hunt pounds the canvas in frustration. Hunt then looks upwards and pulls himself to his feet. He slowly begins to climb up the cage, checking back for a moment, to make sure that MVD is still down. At about the half way point, he looks backwards, and is annoyed to see that MVD is starting to get to his feet. Hunt continues to climb, while MVD is on his feet, and is beginning the chase. Hunt is beginning to climb over the top, while MVD is hot on his heels, only a few feet behind. Hunt doesn't climb over though, instead he climbs right up onto the top of the steel cage, skillfully walking across the top bar to the corner, where he can use one of the huge steel cables used to raise and lower the cage, for balance. He appears to challenge MVD to come up on top of the cage with him. MVD doesn't make any motion towards Hunt, instead he just climbs up on top of the cage and balances himself on the steel bar. He makes his way across to Hunt, who tries to lash out with a kick to MVD's legs, but MVD is just too far away. Hunt is suddenly surprised when MVD jumps forward a few feet, and lands with perfect balance on the bar. Not too shocked to lash out with another kick to the legs though. He is shocked again when MVD not only jumps his kick and lands back on the bar, but pirouettes on one foot and catches Hunt across the face with a Heel Kick. Finally MVD loses his balance, but somehow manages to hang onto the top bar with both hands. Hunt isn't so lucky, as the kick breaks his grip on the cable and sends him crashing down to the canvas with a sick thud. MVD regains his footing after his unbelievable display of balance and then begins to climb up the cage again. He looks down towards the floor, and then back at Hunt. He then looks towards the fans, who given him a sudden, and very loud cheer. This seems to make up Van Dam's mind, as he heads towards the corner where Hunt just was, and pulls himself up onto the top of the cage once again. He holds onto the cable as he takes a few deep breaths and then he goes into the famous two thumb pose as the crowd chant along "M….V….D". Matt Van Dam then dives off the top of the cage with an awe-inspiring Five Star Frog Splash, landing perfectly on Jason Hunt. MVD rolls around the mat holding his gut as Hunt goes into the fetal position, cradling his gut. MVD finally crawls over to Hunt and pulls his shoulders down to the mat as he hooks the leg. The crowd chant along with the referee's count. …………1 ………….2 ……………3!!!!!! Gellar: Amazing!!!! What a matchup from these two unbelievable athletes. Blackbird: What a display from Matt Van Dam!!! In my entire time in wrestling, I've never seen anyone put on a display of balance like that. Unbelievable!!! Gellar: Jason Hunt's final memories of his PWF career probably won't be one's he wants to remember, but they weren't half spectacular. Blackbird: It's sad to see Jason Hunt leave the PWF, he's been a phenomenon since the day he first stepped into a PWF ring, and he'll be sorely missed. Gellar: Indeed, and he'll be remembered here in the PWF for a long time to come, even if the way he left wasn't something that should be remembered.. Blackbird: But enough on Jason Hunt, we should be congratulating MVD on an amazing victory. Gellar: Indeed, though I must say, it felt quite strange to actually hear the crowd chant MVD, I'm so used to hearing a chorus of boos whenever he does that two-thumb pose, that it caught me off-guard. Blackbird: He was once the most hated man in the PWF, now he could be on his way to becoming one of the most loved, what a turnaround that would be. Gellar: It would be something of a dramatic turnaround for MVD. The cage rises above both men, and EMT's enter the ring, but one of the EMT's throws off his white coat to reveal that he is in fact Jonny Lang!!!!! He immediately starts to give MVD mouth to mouth. The EMT's are in fact dealing with Jason Hunt, and only one of them realises that Lang is in the ring. They try to get him to stop, and one of the men manages to pull him off, but he dives straight back in!!! Security rushes to the ring, and they pull him off MVD, so the EMT's can do their work. Gellar: I feel sorry for MVD already. Blackbird: My god, that's pure evil…. MVD seems to be coming to his senses, but it's obvious he'll need medical attention. Hunt is in much worse condition though, and he is being loaded onto a stretcher. As he is being moved up the ramp, Jonny Lang is released by security, as his match happens to be next. Lang paces around the ring and has a rather noticable buldge in his pants. Lang reaches in and pulls out a microphone. Lang: Oh boy what an exciting day it is. I get to see the movie Xmen 2, which you all know is a homosexual parable. First, you have all these young teens who are considered outcasts to society for being a "mutant". They come to the parents to come out of the closet but the parents respond with anger and confusion. Now they all have to live an isolated life that no one understands. We know what prof. Xavier was really doing. BRAVO to Hollywood. Jonny Lang claps his hand Gellar: Give me a break! That was the dumbest thing I ever heard. Blackbird: Actually, let me play devils advocate. I think he has a point. Gellar: So do you think Stan Lee was gay? Blackbird: I didnt say that Lang: But now lets get back to business. I am very disappointed that my Date with Destiny isnt GRIMM. I mean the last internet poll said that tonight he would submit to yours truly. Lang reaches in and adjusts himselfs and sniffs his hand and smiles. Blackbird: Oh my god, I think I am going to puke Lang: Although I didnt get the man I wanted, I am more than happy to take on that beast of a man Suicide. Now, when I look at Suicide I think thats what a real man should look like. Groans from the audience. Lang gets really excited and can barely contain himself. Lang: Well, I would love to rub my hands all over his muscles and worship him MMMMMM MMMMMM GOOD. I mean if he wants me to get on my knees and praise him , I do not have a problem. I mean when they said I had a Date with Destiny, I did not know my Destiny could look so good. Slap my ass and call me Shirley. Lang wiggles his butt. Crowd covers their eyes Lang: Now here is the best part, I get to decide what kind of Extreme match we will have. Well, first I am going to have to change the mat color to pink. I mean who does the decorating here, For Real. But back to the match, at PWFE's first Gay Per View (GPV) event we will have a flogging match. Lang pauses for drama Lang: The first person to climb a ladder and grab the multi-tailed cat will be allowed to pubicly whip his opponent 10 times anywhere he chooses. Lang reaches behind his back and pulls out a multi-tailed whip. Lang whips the air. Lang: You been such a naughty boy Gellar: Thankfully, Lang doesn't have the right to choose his match, because otherwise, I don't think we'd survive past this first match. Bring on Suicide, and quickly!!! The lights go out as an air raid siren goes off. After a few seconds, the "Empire Strikes Back" theme starts. After playing for a few moments, it cuts off as pyros explode everywhere and "Get Up Again" by Flaw hits the loud speakers. Out from behind the curtain steps Emperor Suicide. He has a cocky smile on his face as he is ready to fight. He slowly climbs into the ring and awaits his opponents. Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 247lbs, SUICIDE!!!!! Extreme Title Tournament Semi-Final Credit: Splinter Report: Suicide looks at Lang angrily, obviously not happy with some of the comments that Lang made in his direction. Lang just looks at Suicide and smiles, Suicide snaps and smashes Lang n the face with a hard right hand. Lang looks a bit shocked, but then smiles in the knowledge that Suicide touched him. For Suicide that is enough to make him very, very angry. He grabs Lang, who giggles, Suicide throws him to the ropes. On the way back Suicide hoists Lang up and then plants him with a hideous spinebuster, Lang isn't laughing any more. Suicide comes off the ropes and drops a huge elbow across Langs chest, Suicide then drags him up and flips Lang off. He then throws Lang to the corner, Suicide comes over and rips Langs chest off. Lang looks a little excited, Suicide puts an end to this with a hard chop across the chest. He then brings the slumping Lang back up to a standing position before smashing him with a second chop. Suicide steps to the side and Lang falls to his knees before collapsing down onto the mat holding his chest in pain. Suicide drops an elbow across Langs back before rolling out of the ring. He pulls up the ring apron and drags out a kendo stick, he then rolls back in the ring before taunting Lang with the cane. Johnny Lang gets up and turns round. He bends over expecting Suicide to cane him across the behind, but Suicide just cracks him across the spine. Lang stands up, arching his back in pain. Suicide proceeds to crack Lang in the gut with the gut with the cane causing him to double up, Suicide finally puts him down with a hard shot across the back of the head. Suicide pulls Lang up, he then boots Lang in the gut and canes him across the back, Suicide discards the cane and then nails Lang with a huge gutwrench suplex. Lang bounces off the mat hard, Suicide gets up and taunts the downed man. Lang starts to get up, pulling himself up on Suicides attire. Suicide nails him with a hard right hand right to the face, putting Lang straight back down on the mat. Lang again starts to pull himself up, Suicide helps him to his feet only to set him up and nail him with a vertical suplex. Suicide then drags Lang back up before nailing him with a second vertical suplex. He then pulls Lang up again, grabs his leg and nails a fishermans suplex, Suicide holds for a cover ……1 ……2 …… Lang kicks out just after the count of two. Suicide gets up again and rolls out of the ring, he lifts up the ring apron once more. Blackbird: Ok enough technical wrestling, lets see some hardcore. Gellar: I guess Suicide just wants to open A Date With Destiny with a display of skill. Suicide pulls out a table, he throws that in the ring. He follows this up by throwing in a steel chair and a sledgehammer. He then rolls in himself and grabs the steel chair, he taunts Lang who is trying to drag himself up. Lang finally struggles up to his feet only to turn right into a hard chair shot straight to the face. Suicide then slams the chair down into the mat forcefully. He then drags Lang up only to drive him down into the chair with a hard DDT, Langs head bounces off the steel. Johnny rolls away holding his aforementioned skull in pain as Suicide storms over and nails him with a series of hard stomps. Suicide pulls Lang up and then plants him with a northern lights suplex, he holds for the cover ……1 ……2 …… Lang kicks up and out. Gellar: Lang is getting destroyed here. Blackbird: Suicide is mixing up technical and hardcore here, its making for an intriguing contest. Well, intriguing beat down. Suicide drags Lang up again, Lang suddenly comes to life nailing Suicide with a savage low blow. He grins as Suicide staggers around, Lang proceeds to hit a second low blow before rolling Suicide up into a pinfall ……1 ……2 …… Suicide kicks out, he rolls away holding his groin in pain. Lang pulls himself up, he laughs as he picks the chair up. He then opens Suicides legs and puts the chair over his groin, Lang taunts Suicide before nailing a headbutt to the groin that drives the chair home in a hideous fashion. Suicide rolls away literally screaming in pain as Lang picks the chair back up. Lang proceeds to sit on Suicides face and pulls his legs up towards him for a cover ……1 ……2 …… Suicide kicks out pushing Lang away. Lang pulls Suicide up and throws him into the corner. He then charges in and hits a clothesline, he taunts Suicide before jumping on him for the Bronco Buster. Lang giggles and screams in pleasure as he bounces up and down on top of Suicides face. He then pulls away and Suicide out of the corner. He covers, hooking the leg ……1 ……2 …… Suicide again kicks out before the three. Johnny rolls out of the ring and reaches under the ring, he pulls out a massive dildo to the shock of the crowd, he rolls in and beckons Suicide up. Suicide gradually gets up holding his groin and face in pain, he turns into a hard dildo shot to the face. Suicide goes down hard, Lang discards the dildo and goes for another cover ……1 ……2 …… Suicide kicks out once again. Lang shrugs and then grabs Suicide, he proceeds to go for the Double Pectoral Claw. Gellar: Uh oh, this could be it. Blackbird: This is one grizzly submission hold. Lang is just about to lock it in but Suicide grabs his arms and pulls off a monkey flip from a lying position. He then leaps up to his feet, Lang gets up looking a little bit worried. Lang turns and charges at Suicide, Suicide ducks the clothesline attempt and proceeds to hit Lang with the Iron Curtain (Cobra Clutch Suplex)! Lang bounces off the mat hard, Suicide walks over and covers ……1 ……2 …… Suicide lifts Langs shoulder off the mat, he looks down at his groin remembering the pain Lang inflicted upon him. He then grabs the table and sets it up leaning against the turnbuckle, he then drags Johnny Lang up. He then throws Lang to the ropes, on the way back Suicide grabs Lang, sets him up and then lifts him in the air. He holds him there for a few seconds, letting Lang realise exactly what is about to happen to him. Suicide then drives Lang through the table in the corner with a huge Imperialism (Small Package DDT)! The impact causes splinters to fly everywhere, Lang lays awkwardly folded up in the table wreck. Suicide drags Lang out by his leg and covers in the middle of the ring ……1 ……2 ……3! Gellar: Suicide claims victory after some strange incidents involving Jonny Lang. But he moves onto the Extreme Title Tournament final to take on either Splinter or Solo. Blackbird: I never thought I'd see a dildo in a wrestling ring, how wrong was I…. Gellar: It has to rank pretty high on the list of strangest weapons ever used in a hardcore match. Suicide gets up to his feet and then places the dildo on Langs chest, Suicide rolls out of the ring and heads backstage as Lang clutches the dildo and smiles. Blackbird: No comment. Gellar: Thankfully, we can go backstage, as Johnny Mayhem has found Splinter backstage. Johnny Mayhem stands in front of a huge A Date With Destiny poster, showing the two competitors of the main event posing. Sabre has the title belt over his shoulder, Johnny is looking at the poster and trying to spot mistakes. Splinter comes strolling past, Johnny doesn't notice him as he walks behind him. The cameraman gets Johnnys attention by stomping loudly and coughing, Mayhem turns round and just notices Splinter before he goes round the corner. Mayhem: Splinter! Over here! Splinter stops and can be heard cursing. He turns round slowly, he doesn't look best pleased about Mayhem stopping him. Mayhem: Its good to see you're here and ready for our interview. Splinter just stands there, he doesn't say anything. Mayhem: Are you going to speak? Splinter continues to stand there, not saying anything. Mayhem starts to get a little bit nervous. Mayhem: Are you ok? Splinter is getting visibly angry, it takes him a few seconds but he speaks. Splinter: Splinter has been preparing himself… For the last twenty minutes… Mentally… Splinter just wanted a cola… And you to break his concentration… Mayhem: Oh. Sorry. Splinter shakes his head, he breaths out deeply and all his muscles relax. Splinter: Well now its broken theres no point in keeping it up. Get your questions out of the way so Splinter can go and re-prepare. The Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak has one hell of a night coming up. Mayhem: Ok, ok. Firstly, you haven't been this well prepared for a match, or matches, in quite a while. That would be a correct statement yes? Splinter: Splinter hasn't had a chance like this for quite a while. But yes, your statement is right. Splinter has primed himself physically over the last week and tonight Splinter was getting ready mentally. But hey, you screwed that up. So never mind. Mayhem: Over the week you have laid down all sorts of challenges and insults to not only you first opponent, Solo, but also Suicide and Lang. Now the night is here are your feelings at all changed? Splinter: One thing Splinter will say is that perhaps he underestimated his opposition, having tossed Solo aside earlier on in the week Splinter will admit that this first match may be more of a challenge than he originally expected. Hes been through a hell of a lot of punishment in the past. His Cage Match against Nightshade and of course his Hell In A Cell against Suicide, and that's only recently. But Splinter has been through a hell of a lot as well. The Stretcher Match against Hanibal, the TLC Match against Jay Stylez. But Solo has, unfortunately for him, come out of all of his experiences much worse off than the Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak. Solo has paid a price for all those matches. Mayhem: You mean his neck injury? Splinter: Exactly. His body has already been snapped once and if it comes down to it, and that is what Splinter has to do to win, Splinter will take Solo out. Permanently. Be it a neckbreaker, a Holocaust DDT or a chair shot. If Solo gives Splinter any serious problems at A Date With Destiny, Splinter will find a move in his repertoire that will put Solo down and out. It'd be sad if Splinter had to, but if that's what Splinter has to do to retake the PWF Extreme Title that is what Splinter will do. Now Splinter must go and re-prepare himself. See you around Mayhem. Splinter turns and walks away, the camera zooms in on the poster showing Nightshade and Sabre. The camera fades out as Mayhem walks off. As Mayhem makes his way around the corner he bumps into Splinter's opponent in the first round, Solo. Solo turns to a studdering Mayhem who happens to be scared to death and sincerely sorry. Solo ignores the pest being Mayhem and continues to think over something. With curiousity Mayhem gets enough nerves to talk to Solo. Mayhem: "So... Sol... Solo sir! Solo could I get a word with you about tonights match with Splinter?" Solo turns around once again this time irritated by Mayhem interupting him. Solo: "What the hell is it? Everytime I turn around your always on the other end interupting me while I am preparing for my matches. When will you ever get it through your air filled head? I have nothing to talk to you about tonights match that you don't already know." Solo turns back to what he was previously doing before he was interupted once again. Before Solo could fully return to his preparations Mayhem buts in once again. Mayhem: "I'm sorry if I am intruding but are you planning on doing to Splinter tonight? I never heard you say anything about what you would do tonight. All I heard was what you would do to everyone else, but not Splinter." Solo stands there not ammused by Mayhem lack of knowledge. Restraining from tearing Mayhem a new ass. Solo: "Mayhem you are dumber than I would have ever imagine a human being getting. Since you want to know so god damn bad, why don't I tell you once again what will happen tonight against Splinter. First I am gonna kick his ass all over the ring. Second I'm gonna bust him up real good. Then when it is all said and done. I'm gonna knock his ass out. If he is lucky he will still be alive. Now that you know what is gonna happen tonight in my match I suggest you get your ass away from me right now before I give everyone an example of what gonna happen. Now scram you airhead." Mayhem scrambles to get away before he ends up feeling more than afraid. Solo now far from the mood to concentrate on preparing, decides to head toward his locker room to advoid any more interuptions. Gellar: Strong words from both men, as they prepare for what we expect to be a spectacular contest. Blackbird: Solo is wrestling this match with a severely injured neck, the result of his Cage Match with Nightshade. Gellar: It's going to be tough on him, we'll see if he can rough it out. Extreme Title Tournament Semi-Final Credit: Sabre "Mudshovel" by Staind hits as Solo walks out, he flips off the fans as he walks swiftly down to the ring. He climbs in the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, he flips off the fans once again. Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing, from the Snake Pit, weighing 280lbs, This is SOLO!!! "Pain" by Soulfly hits as Splinter walks through the entrance. Various instances of Hardcore Matches involving Splinter are played on the tron. He walks down to the ring, exchanging a few words with various front row fans. He rolls into the ring and awaits the start of the match with an confident look on his face. Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Colchester, England. Weighing in at 223lbs. SPLINTER!!!! Report: The crowd cheers even louder once Splinter enters the ring. He poses, and a few seconds later, the bell rings. Splinter spins around, wasting no time in rushing Solo, using a quick volley of overhead punches to overpower the former SH champ and backing him into a corner. The crowd cheers as the onslaught continues as Splinter then starts using knife-edge chops on Solo, who stands trapped in the tree of woe. Splinter then delivers a front kick into the gut, before stomping down, pounding Solo into a sitting position, dazed and delirious. Splinter then runs away from the corner, spinning around to face Solo before performing a dropkick to Solo's face, which rebounds against the middle turnbuckle before flopping forward. The capacity crowd groans at the harsh move as Splinter rises. Blackbird: "Solo usually dominates matches such as these but I think Splinter has what it takes to go toe to toe with him." Gellar: "As long as he keeps this assault up. Give Solo half a chance and it's over" Splinter then starts stomping on Solo relentlessly, and the ref decides to walk in, separating the two. Splinter rounds onto the ref, shouting at him before giving him the bird. The fans pop at the symbol of anti-authority as Splinter goes back to pummelling Solo. The former hardcore champion mounts Solo and begins a volley of punches. Once again the referee tries to stop the blatant assault, telling Splinter not to use closed fists, but Splinter just stares him down, shouting obscenities once more. Solo uses the open opportunity thanks to the distraction and pushes Splinter away from the corner before swiftly rises. He then charges his foe, hitting an elbow smash which drops Splinter down onto the mat. Splinter quickly gets up in mild shock as Solo continues the offensive, bouncing off the ropes and barely missing a clothesline that Splinter expertly ducks. Solo then connects with another attempt at a clothesline, knocking Splinter savagely onto the canvas. Solo then pounces over to the legs of Splinter, locking in a single leg crab. Splinter grits his teeth in pain as the Solo arches his back, putting extra strain on Splinters calf. Gellar: "It's not like Solo to throw on a submission move… I think he knows he can't beat Splinter with his usual repertoire and has gone a different route." Splinter immediately tries to reach the ropes, but Solo expertly pulls his victim forward, keeping him away. Splinter then finds the strength to roll over, grabbing Solo by the hair and rolling him into a picture perfect school boy pin. The ref counts but Solo fights free just after the two. Solo rolls onto his knees with a shocked look on his face before once again leaping onto Splinter, trying to blatantly choke out Splinter, but the crowd begins rallying behind the favourite with a 'Splinter' chant slowly surging from the back row. Splinter angrily swats Solo away, gets up and hits a vertical suplex as Solo attempts a haymaker. Splinter then picks up Solo who springs up holding his neck, and starts attacking his head once again with a series of punches. Splinter then grabs him Solo by the back of the head, walks him over to the corner, and smashes his face into the turnbuckle. Splinter then takes Solo, Irish whipping him into the opposite corner before running in after him. As Solo hits the turnbuckle and walks forward, Splinter lifts his leg for a powerful big boot.... and just misses taking Solos head off when the superstar barely dodges. On the rebound, Solo hits a spear that knocks Splinter into the next hemisphere, as his body is dumped savagely onto the mat with extreme force. Solo then grabs the leg of Splinter, picking it up and delivering an elbow drop right into the knee. Solo then rises, targeting Splinters joint once again. He then picks up Splinter, and hits a chop block right into the back of the knee which forces Splinter onto the mat, clutching his leg. Solo, always with his grim face, stomps on the knee of Splinter, targeting the already damaged leg into even more pain. Solo then picks up Splinter, turns him around and hits a devastating full nelson slam with authority. Solo then makes the cover however Splinter gets the shoulder up dangerously before the three count. Blackbird: "Smart tactics from Solo but Splinter won't give up so easily. He wants that title." Solo rises, bringing Splinter to his knees however Splinter seems to have regained his second wind as he begins to fire a volley of lefts and rights into Solos midsection. Now on his feet, Splinter throws a hard knee into the gut of Solo before hooking in with a Splinter Driver (Rios Driver) from completely out of nowhere! The fans are on their feet as Splinter then makes the cover…. No! Solo somehow manages to get a hand up just moments before the three. Splinter rises, his eyes almost popping out of his head. Fans are also in shock at the fact that Solo managed to kick out of Splinters finisher, and as both men rise, Solo adds to his bag of tricks as from out of nowhere, he hits a boot to the gut of Splinter, and performing the 'Painful Memories' (Stone Cold Stunner). Unfortunately, the previous Splinter Driver move seems to have taken its toll on Solo, as both men now lie motionless on the mat as the referee looks around. He has no choice but to begin the mandatory ten count, with the Garden chanting alongside him. However, before the ref can get to ten, Solo manages to reach over and drape his arm over Splinters chest. The ref falls and begins a pin count... Suddenly he stops just as his arm was about to drop a third time, noticing Splinters foot on the bottom rope. Solo vexes his disappointment by shoving the ref onto the mat, a rare sign of Solo actually showing a sliver of emotion. He then leaves the ring, turning a corner and weaves Splinters bad leg around the turnbuckle before smashing it against the unforgiving steel. Splinter shouts out in pain as Solo continues the move, before slowly climbing onto the apron just outside the ropes. He takes Splinters leg and drops back onto the concrete, connecting with Splinters leg with a sickening elbow drop. This time, Splinter can't mask his pain as he cries out in agony. Solo swiftly slides back into the ropes, looking for another pin attempt, but Splinter is back up, albeit on one leg. He begins to trade punches with Solo, before blocking the PWFites right hands and getting the opportunity to whip Solo into the ropes. Solo springs back and jumps into the air, connecting with a body splash which sends both men tumbling over the top rope and onto the floor just in front of some cheering fans. Solo and Splinter both rise, with Solo gaining the advantage with an Irish whip aimed at the steel steps, but somehow Splinter gets the strength to reverse the move and Solo smashes head first with a thunderous crash before slumping over, seemingly out of it. Splinter walks away from Solo, half dazed, before reaching down and ripping away at the protective mats that cover the cold concrete floor. Fans stop cheering as Spinter looks down at the floor before walking towards his opponent, lifting him up and placing him over one shoulder. Blackbird: "I'm not going to say anything, but I sincerely hope Splinter isn't going to do this." Everything seems to be going in slow motion, with the fans roar suddenly becoming nothing but a murmur as Splinter forcibly drops Solos head straight onto the floor in a deadly piledriver. Instead of cheers, Splinter is met with dead silence as Solo simply crumples in a heap in front of him. Gellar: "God… with Solos previous neck injuries…" Blackbird: "He isn't moving." Splinter picks up Solo, throwing him back into the ring before climbing through. It seems like the match has come to an end as Splinter once again sets Solo up for the Splinter Driver. He flips up onto Solos shoulders, but in some way Solo manages to cling on. Splinter struggles, but it's all for naught as Solo sends him crashing to the mat with a huge powerbomb that shakes the ring and rattles the teeth of the people in the first two rows. Splinter looks down and out and Solo begins to drop for a pinfall… until he notices a figure approaching from behind the curtain. Gellar: "I don't believe it! Solo has actually come back after a crushing piledriver on the outside… and whose this guy?" Blackbird: "I know him!!! he's Omar Rasheem!!! The PWF's latest signing!!!" Omar Rasheem looks on in interest, while the match continues. It's enough time for Spinter to react, however, with a shot to the back and a Holocaust DDT to the already injured neck of Solo. With a quick spring onto the turnbuckle, Splinter signals to the crowd before pouncing off with the Reality Rift Splash (450 Splash). He hangs onto Solo's motionless form for the pinfall… 1…. 2…. 3!!! Winner via pinfall…. Splinter! "Headup" by Deftones hits the speakers once again, as Splinter's hand is raised by the referee. He pays no attention to the audience, however, as he looks down at Omar Rasheem, who silently stares back. Suddenly, Omar smiles, then turns around and makes his way towards the back. Splinter looks a little dumbfounded but finally raises his hands before walking through the ropes. Blackbird: "Splinter has proven to me that he has what it takes to win this thing. You may not like his methods, but believe me, you have to do what it takes." Gellar: "I think Solo will want a rematch somewhere down the road… and I doubt either he or Splinter have heard the last of this Omar Rasheem." Cameras cut back to Solo, who still remains motionless in the ring as EMT's slowly shuffle in. They place the stretcher next to Solos body and begin to strap on a neck brace before Solo suddenly gets to his feet. He looks around as the EMT's tell him to stay still, however Solo's glazed eyes suddenly flash with anger and he promptly hits the Painful Memories on the closest person there. The others decide that Solo doesn't need help after all and bail, as Solo wobbles back and forth, seemingly unable to balance himself. Blackbird: "Solo's not happy… this may not be the best course of action." Gellar: "Solo refuses help from anyone, unless he's either KO'ed or dead. Let's hope these injuries aren't permanent." The camera roll backstage, where a long Limousine pulls up, but the camera's attention is being drawn to a Yellow Cab that is pulling into the arena. Out of it steps Sabre, the PWF Champion, and not a happy man either. Sabre: "CHEAP BASTARDS!!!! Couldn't even pay for a rented car, for the PWF Champion!!!" Blackbird: "Hahahahah, looks like Big Dave is punishing Sabre for his attitude towards him." Gellar: Seems a bit harsh, making the PWF champion arrive to a PPV in a Yellow Cab. Blackbird: Very funny though. The cameras shoot the exterior of a local bar. It is not the usual bar the fans have gotten used to seeing however, but a somewhat larger, more modern looking establishment. Inside, as we've come to expect, Silas Parish sits at a small table in the middle of the room. On the table in front of him are several shot glasses, most of them empty and turned upside down. The few that are still upright contain a liquid that can't really be identified purely by sight. Taking up one of the shots, Silas punds it back and overturns the glass on the table with the others. His whole body spasms slightly as he swallows the contents. Up until this point, none of the other bar patrons have ventured near the down and nearly out wrestler, but finally one guy gathers his courage and approaches. Patron 1: "You're The Pitbull, aren't you?" Parish: "Get lost... and don't call me that again!" Patron 1: "Yeah! I knew it, you're Silas "The Pitbull" Parish. Hey Rob, I was right, it is him!" Silas grumbles and slams back another shot of whatever he's been drinking. Then, he reaches out and grabs ahold of the guys shirt, pulling him down face to face. Parish: "I said, don't EVER call me that again! You got wax in your ears moron? Cuz it sure sounds like you speak english. Maybe you just don't understand the language... so read my bloody lips. GET LOST!" Silas releases the guy after shoving him back a step or two. The patron backs away from Silas' table, but motions for his friend to come over. Silas slams back a third shot, then a fourth, overturning both glasses onto the table like all the others. There's only one left full. The first guys friend, presumably named Rob, walks over and joins his buddy. Rob: "Hey, didn't you lose a bet that said you couldn't drink anymore or something?" Parish: "And your point is?" Rob: "You're drinking." Patron 1: "Leave him alone Rob, he's got a big match with Shane Ballard tonight and he's just nervous. We've all needed something to take the edge off now and then. Especially when we're in a slump." Slamming the last shot back, Silas stands and glares at the two guys. Taking a step or two towards them, its obvious he's fuming mad. Parish: "Listen you two jack-offs! I do what I want, when I want. I ain't nervous! I ain't even close to being washed up! I ain't in no slump! And I sure as hell ain't afraid of Shane Ballard! That piece of crap ambushed me last time and it ain't gonna happen again! When I get his ass in the ring, I'm gonna show him the error of his ways, and in the process, start a new string of wins! Got me!?" The two guys just nod, but neither of them seems that convinced by Silas' outburst. Taking note of that fact, Silas looks ready to tear them apart with his bare hands when both guys turn pale and slink away. With a snort of laughter and a smile, Silas turns to return to his table thinking that he frightened them away. Thats when he see's what the real reason was, as Shane Ballard walks through the front door. He looks around the place, then fixes his eyes on Silas Parish, who is looking back at him. Ballard shakes his head, and laughs to himself Shane: Is this what you do with your life? Drink? Is that all you do with your life? You know what...you're pathetic. You know that? I represent Honor. And you? You, represent a drunken Bum! Patron 1: Woo man, the man is having a drink, nothing wrong with that Shane turns to the man who has spoken up. He looks straight into his eyes, with nothing less then a straight face. He lowers his eyebrows, and the man backs away. Shane: I advise you to stay the hell out of my business, or I'll make you part of it. Shane turns back to Parish who continues to stare at Ballard Parish: What the hell are you doing here? Shane: Why am I here? I think the question is, why in the hell are you here? You clearly can't win a wrestling match without hosting a few of these, can you? Ballard picks up one of the glasses. He looks in it, and then throws it to the side. The glass shatters on impact to the ground. The Bar tender looks over, at the sounds of glass breaking. He quickly goes back to what he's doing as he sees Ballard's face. Parish: Don't worry about me you asshole. You worry about yourself. Shane: Fine then, Silas...You drink up. You get nice and drunk, so then later tonight, when we face 1 on 1, you know were there are 3 ropes going around a square object in a thing I like to call a wrestling ring? When we go 1 on 1. Then we'll see who the better man is. Parish: Yea we will Shane: In fact....Here Shane takes out his wallet, and hands Parish a Fifty dollar bill. Parish accepts it in a little bit of confusion. Ballard puts his wallet away, and Parish holds the bill up. Shane: When you come back here to get drunk, to forget that you got your ass kicked tonight. The nights on me. Parish slams the bill down on the table. He puts his head down a bit for a few seconds. He then lifts another shot up, and swallows it. Parish: You wanna fight? Then why wait until later? Let's do it right now, in here. And old-fashioned Bar Room Brawl, the only winner is the man who walks out of the bar. Shane Ballard turns around, but doesn't answer instead…… Bar Room Brawl Credit: Suicide Report: Shane takes off running and tackles Silas carrying both men over the bar. Both men are throwing wild punches, with hardly any of them landing on target. Silas ends up on top of Shane and climbs off. He grabs a glass off of the bar. Shane gets to his feet but gets plastered across the face with the glass. Shane staggers back holding his face. Silas grabs Shane by the hair and slams him headfirst into the bar. Silas grabs Shane and throws him in the direction of the bathroom. Shane starts to get to his feet, and Silas runs him over with a massive clothesline. Silas pulls Shane to his feet and punches him in the temple. Silas grabs Shane and rams him face first into the bathroom door. We hear a woman's scream from the inside. Silas rams Shane's headfirst into the door five more times. Shane crumbles to the floor and Silas kicks the door open. A woman runs out. Gellar: Well, the bathroom's clear. Blackbird: Yeah, and she's lucky she got out of there. Silas rolls Shane's body in. He rips the paper towel dispenser off of the wall. Shane grabs onto Silas' clothes to pull himself up and gets hit with the dispenser across the head. Shane falls to the ground once again. Silas grabs him by the hair and drags him into a stall. Silas lifts up the toilet seat and sticks Shane's head there. Silas slams the toilet seat as hard as he can on Shane's head. Shane's head is wet from the toilet water. Silas grabs Shane's hair and drags him out of the bathroom. Silas throws Shane into the beer garden. Shane reaches up and grabs a wine bottle and smacks Silas in the side of the head with it. Silas staggers back, and Ballard knocks him down with a clothesline. Shane slowly makes his way back and grabs onto Silas' hair. He pulls Silas to his feet and rolls him onto a pool table. Shane climbs on top and hooks Silas with one arm. Blackbird: What's he gonna do here? Gellar: Looks like a DDT or a suplex. Silas punches Ballard a few times in the kidneys, but Shane gives him a knee to the gut. He follows that up with a DDT on top of the pool table. Silas' head bounces off the table, and he lays their motionless. Shane rolls off and picks up a pool stick. He sees Silas lying on the table not moving. He pulls the stick behind his head and comes down with unbelievable force, but Silas rolled out of the way just in time. The stick snaps on the table. Shane climbs over the pool table and pulls Silas to his feet. He hooks Silas up, and Shane nails a Russian leg sweep against the jukebox. The music cuts off and all the people in the bar get to their feet and stare at Shane and Silas. Gellar: It doesn't appear like they enjoyed their music being cut off. Blackbird: No they don't. Shane frantically begins pushing buttons on the jukebox but nothing seems to work. He then looks to the side against the wall. When Silas fell, his arm knocked the chord loose from the wall. He quickly plugs it back end. Every single one of the bar goers then sits down to finish enjoying their beer or wine. Shane sighs a big sigh of relief. Shane pulls Silas to his feet by his hair. He punches him one time with a closed fist and Silas falls back against the wall. Shane walks over and picks something up while Silas groggily comes out off of the wall. Shane runs at Silas and nails a clothesline with a pool stick. Silas falls to the ground holding his throat. Shane quickly locks on a dragon sleeper. Silas fights the hold with all his might. Silas slowly slides closer and closer to the wall in front of him. Blackbird: Silas needs to get out of this. Gellar: If he doesn't, it's easy riding for Shane Ballard. Silas gets close enough so that his feet are right up against the wall. With all of his might he pushes back and knocks Shane over. The force caused Shane to break the hold. Shane's head bounces off of the ground. He sits up and shakes his head. Shane pulls Silas to his feet and he bodyslams him on the bar. Shane grabs Silas by the shirt and begins to slide him down the bar. On the way down they knock over drinks, peanuts, chips, and anything else imaginable that was on the bar. Silas finally hits the end and rolls off onto a table. Shane quickly looks at Silas then climbs on top of the bar. He takes a few steps back, before catapulting onto Silas and going through the table. After a few moments of holding his stomach in pain, Shane makes it to his feet. He slowly begins to head towards the door. Shane grabs hold of the door handle and starts to open, but suddenly his hand drops from the handle. Gellar: OH MY! Silas nailed Shane with that broomstick. Blackbird: In a rather unforgiving place I might add. Shane topples over holding onto his genitalia. Silas slowly pulls himself to his feet, with assistance from the bar. He bends over and pulls Ballard to his feet. Silas grabs Shane by the hair and slams him face first into the bar. Silas looks to his left, and turns back to face Shane before spitting in his face. Silas starts to run, still holding on to Shane's hair. They enter the bathroom and we hear a loud crash. The cameraman finally makes it to the bathroom, and we see Ballard lying on the floor and the bathroom mirror is shattered. Silas is bending over holding onto his ribs, which were injured earlier after Shane hit the splash through the table. He slowly pulls Shane to his feet and pushes him into a stall. Silas sticks Shane's head into the toilet. He holds Ballard's head in the toilet, and he flushes it. Blackbird: Oh swirley time. Gellar: I hated getting those in high school. Blackbird: Wait, you used to get swirleys? Gellar: Uhh… No. I said I hated giving those in high school. Blackbird: No you didn't. Gellar: Yes I did. Silas slams the toilet seat on Shane's head. It bounces up and Silas slams it down four more times. Silas backs out of the stall and drags Shane by his feet out of the bathroom. Silas picks up a pool stick and waits for Shane to get up. Ballard gets to his feet and gets whacked in the back by the pool stick. Shane falls to his knees. Silas takes half of the broken stick and begins to choke Shane with it. Shane's arms fly all over the place as he tries to fight the hold. After a few moments, Silas stops choking him and smacks him in the face with it. Shane falls into the back of the bar. Silas sticks his head underneath the tap and lets it run. He gets a mouthful of what appears to be beer. Shane pulls himself up via the bar and turns and sees Silas. Silas spits the beer in Ballard's face, who turns to get away. Silas runs and nails the PITBULLDOG. Gellar: This one's over. Blackbird: Remember, he can't pin him. He has to escape. Silas climbs to his feet and heads toward the door. He grabs hold on the door handle and pulls I open. Before he can escape though, Shane grabs his hair and pulls him back in. Ballard whips Silas into the bar. Silas hits the bar and crumples the ground, holding onto his back. He pulls open the bathroom door and rams Silas' head through the glass. Shane pulls his head back out of the window, and Silas is busted open. Shane spins Silas around and hooks him and nails him with the Guillotine Edge (Modified suplex into a stunner). Shane climbs to his feet and looks at the wall. He runs to the wall and grabs the dartboard off of the wall. He jumps up on top of the bar and runs to the end and leaps. Shane sticks the dartboard underneath him and nails a dartboard assisted leg drop on top of Silas. Blackbird: OH MY! What a move! Gellar: Simply amazing right there. Can he escape though? Shane slowly crawls to the bathroom door. He grabs onto the handle to pull himself up. Silas begins to crawl to the door. Silas holds his arm up and a chain is slide to him. He wraps it around his fist while Shane heads that way. Shane grabs Silas by his hair and pulls him to his feet. Silas rears back and clobbers Shane right in the head. Shane falls back, nearly unconscious on top of a large man. The man picks Shane up and rolls him on top of an air hockey table. Silas climbs on top. Silas grabs Shane and nails the DOWNFALL (3/4 Neckbreaker). Gellar: Can Silas escape? Blackbird: We're about to find out. Silas, however, grabs Shane by the hair and drags him off of the table. He opens the bar room door and throws Shane out into the hallway. Silas goes back and sits down at a barstool. He is handed a drink and begins to chug it. Blackbird: What in the world? Gellar: Shane wins this match, but Silas threw him out the door. Blackbird: I never will understand that man. Gellar: Well, the Cage is coming down, it's time for our big TV Title Match between Zion & Golgotha. Blackbird: A true David v Goliath contest. Zion is the favourite, but will the numbers game aid Golgotha? Gellar: It's the defining question of this contest. The words "The Truth is…" Slide across the Tron as "Golgotha" By Embodyment plays. The Hardcore Christian appears with the Golden Bible in his right hand. Cole T. Profit is walking right in front of him. He stops briefly and poses like he is reading a verse and then continues down to the ring. Upon getting there, he hands the Bible to Profit and climbs the turnbuckle. He extends his arms out like a cross and jumps into the ring. Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing, from Skull Canyon, Arizona, weighing 224lbs, "The Hardcore Christian" GOLGOTHA. Golgotha: "Truth is, everyone is thinking that this match is going to be like David and Goliath. And its true, because this David is going to slay that Giant. But David carried 5 stones with him. Why? Because he knew Goliath had 4 brothers. I don't care if you have a Giant Ego, Giant Skill, or a Giant anything else. You can set them up, and I'll knock them down. Because I am the TV Champion, and thats what I do. Zion, the whole reason David and Goliath faught was because Goliath mocked Davids God. Just like you and your beliefs mock my God, and I will slay you for it." The crowd boos Golgotha for this comment, but it would appear that the Hardcore Christian just doesn't care. The cage is slowly starting to lower around the ring. Golgotha: "Now, on to more pressing matters. I am full aware that this is a cage match. However, there is no reason why my manager should be banned from ringside. How can he manage me, unless he is down here to do so? And with all the heightened security going on, it is nessacary a man of Coles stature has a bodyguard around him at all times. Not allowing them to be down here for this match, to do their job and what they get paid to do, is utterly insane. Its an outrage! But if Big Dave wants to pay them to come here and stay in the back, to basically do nothing, thats his call. Not to worry, I will prevail the champion. And thats the Hardcore Truth!" The cage lands on the floor, surrounding Golgotha inside. He stands facing the stage, like he is waiting for Zion to come down, as he continues to talk. Golgotha: "Back in the old days, they put Chirstians in Lions dens as a way to kill them. And so it is tonight. I am inside this lions den, if you will, about to fight a lion called Zion. But unlike my fore runners, I will not be a mayrter. No, I will be like Sampson and break open the Lion andfead off of its remains. I am in this den all alone, Zion, waiting for you to come down here." There is a brief pause, but Golgotha stands on the bottom ropes, continuing to call Zion out, almost taunting him to come to the ring. Golgotha: "So, Zion thinks that I'm somekind of False Prophet. Tell me, what is it that you stand for again, Mr. Crest? Thats right, you have yet to make that known. I come here week in and week out, and make sure that all these wretched sinners know exactly what they are and that they need God in their lives. I have dedicated my career to spreading this truth to the wrestling world. You, haven't dedicated your career to your God, because you don't know what god you serve. So while we are waiting for you to come out, I hope that you are back there praying...praying that God has mercy on your soul, cause once you enter this cage, I sure as hell won't!" The arena darkens as "Burning Inside" by Fear Factory & Static X begins to play. Dark and disturbing images play in slow motion on the UltraTron and then suddenly the stage explodes in flames. The flames continue to burn as Zion seems to walk straight through them. The Dark Saviour slowly makes his way down to the ring. The flames continuing to burn behind him. Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from New York, weighing 399lbs, the "Dark Saviour" ZION CREST!!! Victory by Escaping the Cage Only Credit: Suicide Report: As Zion's music is still playing, he very quickly marches down the ring. As Zion reaches the door, Golgotha darts to the cage wall and begins ascending it. Gellar: What is Golgotha doing? He can't win the match that way. Blackbird: I don't think he's trying to win the match right now, I think he's just trying to get the hell out of the ring. Zion sees Golgotha trying to exit and quickly enters the ring. He heads toward the side of the cage that Golgotha is on and begins climbing. Zion reaches up and grabs his leg. Golgotha tries to shake the big man off, but to no success. Zion pulls back and rips Golgotha off the cage wall. Golgotha hits the ground with a loud thud. Zion is quick on the attack and puts the boots to Golgotha. Zion stops stomping Golgotha, and pulls the man to his feet by his hair. Zion gets a running start and heaves the "Hardcore Christian" face first into the cage. Golgotha holds his face in pain. Zion pulls Golgotha to his feet again by his hair. Zion takes Golgotha and sends him flying face first into the cage again. Zion pulls Golgotha up and begins to grind his face into the steel mesh. Blackbird: You think that cage tastes good? Gellar: Why you say that? Blackbird: Because right now, Golgotha is getting a mouthful of it. Gellar: Yeah he is. Zion has the upper hand here in the beginning of the match. No offense coming out of Golgotha so far in this match. Zion picks up Golgotha's legs while he is still on the ground. Zion falls backwards and sends Golgotha face first into the cage with a slingshot suplex. Zion walks over to Golgotha and pulls him to his feet. Zion picks Golgotha up in a military press. He takes a few steps toward the cage and throws Golgotha headfirst into the steel once again. Golgotha immediately grabs his face. The camera zooms in on his face and we see that it is busted open. Zion heads to the other side of the ring. After a few moments, Golgotha finally makes it to his feet. Zion takes off after Golgotha and sends him right back to the mat with a massive clothesline. Golgotha grabs the back of his neck in pain, as Zion backs away with a grin on his face. Gellar: I think Zion is enjoying the beat down he is laying Golgotha at the moment. Blackbird: He should, because he is seriously laying one right now. Zion heads toward Golgotha. As Zion reaches for his head, Golgotha holds his hands up. Zion glares at him as Golgotha begs the bigger man for mercy. Zion shrugs it off and gives Zion a kick in the teeth instead. Golgotha rolls onto his back, holding his bloody face in his hands. Zion grabs him by his hair and pulls him to his feet. He picks Golgotha up and picks him up for a powerslam. Zion runs Golgotha back first into the cage. Golgotha cringes in pain, as Zion holds on and rams his back into the cage again. Zion takes a few steps back and drops straight down with a powerslam. He hooks the leg. 1... 2... Kick out. Zion is quickly to his feet, and Golgotha rolls out of the big man's way. Zion walks over to where Golgotha is slowly getting to his feet. He grabs Golgotha by the hair, but he gets nailed with a low blow. Zion doubles over and falls to the ground. Golgotha pulls himself to his feet via the ropes. Golgotha backs away as Zion is getting to his feet. With a head of steam, Golgotha runs and clips Zion's knee. The big man hits the canvass like a sack of potatoes. Gellar: Golgotha finally is taking the upper hand here in this match. Blackbird: He's cutting Zion down to size. Zion tries to make it back to his feet, but Golgotha clips his knee once again. Zion rolls on the mat gripping his knee in pain. Golgotha begins to lay the boots in on the big man's knee. Golgotha picks up Zion and whips him into the ropes. On the return, Golgotha goes down and clips Zion's knee once again. Golgotha quickly heads toward the corner. He climbs up on the turnbuckle. Zion is lying on his back on the ground. Golgotha jumps off nailing a knee drop right on the injured knee of Zion. Zion is screaming in pain and is gripping his knee. Golgotha is quickly back on his feet and grabs one leg of the challenger. He throws one arm up in the air before locking on the figure four. Zion slaps the mat in pain as Golgotha has the move locked in Ric Flair style. Gellar: Zion is fighting the hold the best he can. Blackbird: Geez. It looks like Golgotha has perfected this move. Zion is fighting the move the best to his ability, and his rocking left and right trying to reverse the move. Golgotha reaches back and pulls on the bottom rope, making the pain worse. Zion's shoulders hit the mat. 1… 2… Shoulder Up. Golgotha begins to violently shake the ropes making the pain even more unbearable. Zion's shoulders hit the mat again. 1… 2… Shoulder up. Golgotha keeps pulling on the ropes. Zion throws his arm in the air. He's beginning to fight the hold. The fans get behind Zion and start to cheer. Zion rolls to his left, taking Golgotha with him breaking the hold. Golgotha is first to his feet, however, and begins stomping the knee once again. Golgotha drags Zion toward the ropes. He drapes the ankle over the bottom rope. Golgotha bounces on the bottom ropes before dropping all of his weight on the leg of Zion. Zion reaches for his leg, but Golgotha jumps again, sending all of his weight on top of Zion's leg. Gellar: There appears to be some serious damage done to the leg of Zion. Blackbird: Golgotha needs to keep up the attack if he plans to win this match. Golgotha grabs onto Zion's leg and drags him to the center of the ring. Golgotha rolls Zion onto his back. He sticks his foot on the back of Zion's knee. He pulls up on the foot of Zion and stomps down. Zion cringes in pain and rolls over on his back. Golgotha walks over and pulls Zion up by his hair. He hooks Zion around the neck and nails a suplex. Golgotha sits up, but he looks up at the roof. Blackbird: What is Golgotha looking at? Gellar: I'm not sure. Golgotha gets to his feet. He looks up at the ceiling again, then at Zion. Gellar: Wait, I think I know what he's gonna do. Blackbird: I do too. He wants to jump. Golgotha looks at the top of the cage once again, then back at Zion. He stomps on the lifeless Zion's head one time then heads towards the cage. Golgotha starts to ascend to the top. After a few moments Golgotha is finally atop the cage. Zion hasn't even moved yet. Golgotha looks at the sky with his eyes closed for one moment. He then stares down at Zion and leaps. Gellar: Oh my god. Blackbird: Golgotha missed completely. Zion was playing possum. Golgotha is holding his abdomen after missing the big splash off of the top of the cage. Zion is lying now on his chest. Both men start to stir around the same time. Zion uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, while Golgotha finds a way to his feet. They meet in the center of the ring, when Golgotha throws a wild punch at Zion. Zion ducks the punch, and he grabs Golgotha around the neck. He lifts Golgotha high into the air and nails a chokeslam. Zion also falls to the ground, as the desperation move paid off. Both men are down. Gellar: There seems to be some disturbance coming through the crowd. Blackbird: It's ArchAngel. Gellar: He was banned from ringside earlier. ArchAngel comes running through the crowd, steel chair in hand. He makes it to ringside, while both men are still down. He heaves the chair over the top of the cage into the ring. Security comes running out from the back and chase ArchAngel away back through the crowd. Inside the ring Golgotha has picked up the chair and awaits Zion who is finally making it to his. Zion turns around and ducks the wild chairshot of Golgotha's. Golgotha turns around only to get the steel punched into his face. Zion grabs Golgotha and picks him up. He drops him with the DESTRUCTION (Screwdriver). Gellar: This match is over. Blackbird: All Zion has to do is cover him and this one is over. This would be true; however, Zion cannot make the cover. He slowly drags himself over to Golgotha grabbing onto his injured knee. He makes the cover. 1… 2… Kick out. Gellar: Golgotha kicked out. Blackbird: I can't believe Golgotha kicked out of that. Zion makes it to his feet. He picks Golgotha up by his hair. He loops his arm behind Golgotha's head setting him up for another DESTRUCTION. Golgotha blocks it however, and nails a low blow on Zion. He picks up the chair lying on the ground and smacks Zion right in the knee with it. Zion screams in pain and falls to one knee. Golgotha walks behind him and sets him up for the SINNER'S SLAM (Pump Handle Slam). Golgotha picks him up and drills him into the ground. Golgotha stands above the fallen Zion. He looks down into Zion's face, then up at the cage again. He heads toward the wall, and he begins to climb it. He finally makes it to the top with Zion laying on the ground. He jumps off the top of the cage. Gellar: Oh my! Blackbird: Golgotha nailed the big splash off of the top of the cage. Golgotha holds onto his abdomen and makes the cover. 1… 2… 3! Philip Edgar Jones: The winner of this match, and still PWF TELEVISION CHAMPION… GOLGOTHA! Gellar: Golgotha picks up the win in this exciting cage match. Blackbird: Both men put their lives on the line here tonight, and it paid off for Golgotha. The camera cuts to the back. God Nightshade stands next to Johnny Mayhem in front of the Date With Destiny promo set. He stands tall in his wrestling gear, his hair wet and eyes shimmering. Mayhem: Nightshade, tonight you'll be going against Sabre for the PWF Title! A title that would merely bolster your long list of accomplishments in the world of wrestling. Nightshade: You know something Johnny, it's not all about titles anymore. I've grown up. I'm not a child. I see going out to the ring an opportunity for so much more than winning gold. Tonight I go up against a man that has been trying to avoid me since I arrived in the PWF. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he's starting off much like I started off. Carried a tag team to greatness, and then went to the singles game when his partner couldn't cut it anymore. Mayhem: What are you trying to get at? Nightshade: The boy wants to be me. He's emulating his God, but one thing is troubling me... He's trying to become me... he's trying to become God. I'm not ready to pass my crown to anyone else. There's too much to do in this world yet. There are too many things that need my watch... That is why tonight, Sabre, you will not walk away the victor... You will not walk away from this Date With Destiny with everything you came with. Tonight I walk away the champion. Mayhem: I thought you said it wasn't about the titles. Nightshade: You misunderstand me Johnny, I will walk away the champion not because I want it, but because it is inevitable. The PWF Title goes to the man who is the best. The belt has a mind of its own. It goes where it wants to go. It is a beautiful thing... But Sabre is disgracing it! Not only is he disgracing the pretty, but he is disgracing me! It is time for he who opposes God to be smited! Sabre! Tonight you will bow before God Nightshade! Or the wrath of God will smite you with vengance and furious anger. I am the only true God of the PWF... But Johnny... it is now time. Mayhem: Ummm... thanks for talking to me Nightshade. Nightshade: May your faith in Nightshade guide you to prosperity. Nightshade shakes the interviewer's hand and then leaves the promo set as the camera fades. Props and numerous materials surround the backlot as a sleek, gloss black stretch limo slowly rolls past numerous staff and into the car port, coming to a halt just inches from the cameraman. Eventually the driver cuts the engine and walks out, hurriedly making a bee line to the rear door and opening it for the unknown passenger. The camera pans around as two Gucci shoes step out into view… before Sabre finally stands to full height, revealing himself to the arena. The fans in Madison Square Garden immediately hail down a sea of boos as the self proclaimed 'Man' looks over his sunglasses at the driver, a young skinny boy who takes sidelong glances and suddenly wishes he was elsewhere. Finally, after what seems an eternity, Sabre breaks the silence by whipping up a crisp note and holding it up to the boys face… Sabre: "Here, take this… get yourself a haircut. Buy some deodorant. Get laid. Use it to pay off your mortgage or feed your dead beat family but ABOVE ALL get some damn driving lessons and a freakin' map! Next time someone tells you 'Take me to Madison Square Garden' try aiming for that big building with the screaming fans rather than Benny's pizza… gimp." The boy looks a little perplexed but happy he got off lightly plus a dollar richer as Sabre hefts his luggage and the PWF Heavyweight Title before marching towards the locker room… Sabre: "Madison Square Garden, say hello to your PWF Champion!" Sabre continues to walk before suddenly stopping, cupping his ear and listening intently as the crowd boo hoarsely… Sabre: "Woah woah woah… last time I was in the Garden, you people witnessed the greatest show this amazing superstar had to offer… Rumble In the Bronx! Sabre versus the ENTIRE PWF LOCKER ROOM and The Man handed everybody's asses to them. Now that's a show in itself, but NO! You also witnessed me perform in what is in the history books as the best ladder match to ever grace this city… every mouth in the arena was wide open as I walked into the PWF hall of fame... what the hell changed? Have you all forgotten that when Sabre is the highlight, the PWF and you, the fans, get a night you will never forget?" Sabre, obviously on a roll, starts taking a stroll down memory lane… Sabre: "What else happened that night? Hmmm… oh yeah, that tard that wants my belt was eliminated by Solo of all people…. Solo! That's worse than being taken out by King Volcano! Austin Cain is sitting home with a broken neck care of that assface Silverbells and he thanks the Lord everyday he didn't get eliminated by Solo!" Laughter begins to erupt until the Garden remembers who Sabre is and begin booing again… Sabre: "Oh come ON... you people like Nightshade only for the fact that he broke Solo's neck. There's no other reason to like the guy… doesn't he remind any of you of that Daikatana guy that was running around a year ago? He was kinda dark, spooky, killed janitors… Maybe there's a connection there for the FBI to sort out." Fans aren't interested in the wise cracks anymore and a 'you suck' chant starts echoing around the building… Sabre: "Geeeez! Just because they ran out of tickets for the New York Liberty versus Houston Comets game and you had to watch this tripe instead doesn't mean you take it out on the PWF's sexiest bachelor! Sit down and enjoy the tripe and maybe… MAYBE I'll throw up a decent match at the end… No, no, really ENOUGH WITH THE BOOS ALREADY… I know it sucks but do NOT expect a 100% performance from me tonight. Instead of, say, Rumble in the Bronx 2002, think more… War Games 2001, where I didn't even show up. We saw some great matches on that card such as Havok versus Travis Right, General Leo versus Xuway Taliban and who can forget the main event… Gambino versus Diablo. I mean seriously… who wants to see a wrestling show called 'A Date With Destiny' with the theme song from Star Wars!? Who wants to see ANYTHING from Star Wars?! It's not even the good Star Wars, it was the crappy one with that little pre-pubescent bastard hitting on Natalie Portman... and the sick ho was digging him! Sabre adjusts the Heavyweight title over his shoulder and picks up his sports bag. Sabre: "Ahhhh what am I doing talking to you mongos anyway, just sit on your seats like little monkey's and watch me entertain the living hell out of you. Damn New York morons." Sabre swings open a door and strides in as the camera watches him leave, fans booing all the while … Gellar: Welcome back folks. Golgotha has successfully defended his TV Title against Zion Crest. But are things over between those two? Blackbird: Oh hell no!! Gellar: But the show goes on, and it's time for the Extreme Title Tournament Final. This one should be something special, as Splinter takes on Suicide. Blackbird: Always good to have a match that is virtually impossible to call, but I'm going with Suicide on this one. Gellar: Then I shall take Splinter, this should be a great match. Extreme Title Tournament Final Credit: Brod Blackbird: Well I'm not so sure I can be objective in this match. Gellar: You're going to have to be. Suicide has already proven his worth in the last few weeks thoroughly dominating the Extreme Division as well as Jonny Lang tonight. Blackbird: Well as far as I'm concerned he hasn't so much as dominated as much as he's been sneak attacking and cheap shotting everyone. Gellar: Well I'd say you would know that better than anyone judging from the scars your bearing after Suicides sneak attack on you last week. Blackbird: You're damn right and don't think I'm just going to sit here and put up with that memory for much longer. Gellar: You're going to have to. I'm not going to put up with another replacement like last week. Blackbird: Oh you won't have to worry about that. Gellar: I hope not. Philip Edgar Jones: The next contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the vacant Extreme Championship! 'Get Up Again' by Flaw hits and Suicide enters the arena to a round of boos. Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing first from Brooklyn, New York weighing in at 259 pounds... Suicide!!! Suicide stops in the aisle a few times to jaw with a few fans who get a little to close and fiegns a few backhand blows to scare a few of them off before he climbs in the ring. Blackbird: Boy I'd love to be one of those fans he thinks he's intimidating with that crap. Gellar: Settle down we already talked about this remember. 'Downfall ' by Trust Company then hits and the crowd roars it's appoval of the arrival of Suicide's opponent. Philip Edgar Jones: His opponent weighing in at 223 lbs and hailing from Colchester, England.... Splinter!!! Report: Splinter charges to the ring holding a trash can and throws it over the ropes into Suicide's face which floors him and allows Splinter to slide into the ring and get some mounted punches in. Suicide rolls him over and rains some blows down of his own before Splinter gets free. Both men get to their feet and trade punches with Suicide getting the better of it and whipping Splinter to the ropes and nailing a shoulderblock before running the ropes himself and running over a ducking Splinter then ducking underneath a Splinter leapfrog and reversing a hiptoss and hoisting Splinter to the outside. Gellar: Impressive strength shown there by Suicide. Blackbird: He managed to use his height advantage there also. Gellar: The extra leverage helped there for sure. Suicide joins Splinter at ringside and sets up a table then picks his opponent up and lays him across the table. He pummels Splinter on top of it before climbing on the ring apron and mounting the turnbuckles. He plays to the fans before leaping off the top rope with a dive but took too long as Splinter rolled off just before impact which sent Suicide crashing through the table and onto the arena floor. The crowd erupted with the first 'Holy Shit' chant for the match as Splinter then took Suicide around to the announce table. Gellar: It looks like we're in the line of fire. Hey what are you doing? Blackbird: Just clearing a few things for him. Gellar: That's not our job! Blackbird: Oh? Well it's done now. Splinter runs Suicide's head into the announce table twice before throwing Suicide on top and climbing up there with him. He hooks his head inbetween his legs and lifts Suicide into the air for a piledriver but Suicide blocks the move and lifts Splinter over his head, backdropping Splinter through the table instead. The announcers cut out as their headsets pulled from their heads. Both men are both a little slow to get to their feet but Suicide recovers the better and grabs a chair from the timekeeper and sets it up infront of the steel steps. He picks Splinter up and sits him in the chair and hits him with a few stiff right hands before taking a few paces back and spearing Splinter into the steel steps. Suicide gets up smiling and throws Splinter back in the ring but before re-entering himself he goes around ringside and grabs every available chair and tosses it into the ring with about 10 in total. Suicide gets back into the ring and stomps Splinter a few times in the corner before gathering the chairs into a pile in the middle of the ring. The crowd begins to buzz as Suicide lifts Splinter up onto his shoulders and attempts a death valley driver onto the pile but Splinter recovers and he has it reversed into a sit-out slam onto the chairs by Splinter. Gellar: Are we back on?? We are? Blackbird: Can you hear me? Gellar: Loud and clear and what a mess we have here! Blackbird: These two are going to go close to killing each other if they're not careful. Splinter gets up and picks up one of the chairs and nails a nasty shot to Suicide's head. Splinter stands there with a surprised look on his face as Suicide stays put and psyches up instead of going down but Splinter just winds up and cracks another shot over Suicide's skull for his troubles which floors him. Splinter makes the cover.... 1... 2... Kick out!! Gellar: I'm surprised he didn't knock him out! Blackbird: Well to be fair they're not in this Extreme Title match for nothing. That was probably a walk in the park for Suicide but admittedly there's not many brains to scramble up there. Gellar: Well Splinter isn't messing around he's got two chairs now! Splinter then sets up the two chairs opposite each other and goes and picks up Suicide and lifts him into a back suplex through the steel making Suicide arch his back in agony. Splinter then lays a chair over Suicide's head and comes off the ropes with a legdrop. He goes for a cover. 1... 2... Shoulder Up!!! Splinter picks Suicide up by the hair but Suicide gets a quick poke to the eyes and recovers enough to grab the trash can and place it over Splinter's head and shoulders. Splinter walks around aimlessly as Suicide begins to hit it with a few jabs and crosses and performs an 'Ali Shuffle' before picking up a chair and blasting the can with it sending Splinter through the ropes and to the outside and rolling into the aisle. Blackbird: Well I can't really comment for Splinter on that one but even my ears are ringing from that shot. Gellar: A nice little improvisation from Suicide there. Suicide waits in the ring for Splinter to make it to his feet then leaps over the ropes to deliver a top rope plancha. Suicide resumes control by lifting Splinter up and dumping him chest first over the guard rail and then throws him into the crowd. He looks under the ring and grabs a couple of cookie sheets and follows Splinter into the crowd nailing him with multiple shots with a cookie sheet in each hand before slapping them both together over Splinter's head doing his ears no favours. The brawl ends up near the techicians area where Splinter fires back a few punches but Suicide nails him with a knee to the midsection and goes to military press Splinter onto the technicians table. Splinter this time rakes the eyes and manages to get a high hiptoss into the technicians table sending a few sparks flying. Blackbird: Splinter definitely needed to pull out all the stops there or he'd be history right there. Gellar: Well he's got a fair beating at this point. It will be interesting to see how he recovers. Splinter continues the assault by irish whipping Suicide back over the barricade and delivering a moonsault off the barricade to a standing Suicide. Splinter wastes no time and pitches Suicide back into the ring and slams him onto the pile of chairs. Splinter takes no time in getting onto the top turnbuckle for a legdrop but he misses as Suicide got out of the way just in time. Suicide crawls over to make the cover. 1... 2... Kick out!!! Blackbird: These guys are taking some risks and they're not coming off. Gellar: I think they want this match over with as soon as possible. Blackbird: Well they're going to feel the effects of this match for months if they keep going like this! Splinter struggles to pull himself up in the corner while holding his lower back but Suicide recovers enough and picks up a chair. Splinter is then met heavily by a chair assisted running dropkick to the face from Suicide. Splinter writhes in pain on the canvas and Suicide covers. 1... 2… Splinter gets a foot onto the ropes!!! Suicide argues the count with the referee who explains the foot on the rope and gets a shove fom Suicide for his troubles but Splinter recovers enough to get to his knees and nail a low blow and pulls the tights into a roll up. 1... 2... Kick Out!!! Gellar: Suicide took his eyes off Splinter and nearly paid the price. Blackbird: I wouldn't be surprised if Suicide pays for that shove later on. Splinter gets to his feet first and hooks in Suicide and attempts a snap suplex onto the pile of chairs but Suicide blocks the attempt and tries his own suplex only to have that countered with Splinter flipping over the top to reverse the move and hoist Suicide into a sit-out atomic drop onto the pile of chairs which drove Suicide ass first into the steel. Splinter goes for the cover. 1... 2... Shoulder Up!! Splinter wastes no time in getting to his feet and gets a front facelock and attempts a DDT onto the pile only to have that countered into a overhead suplex into a bridge. 1... 2... Kick Out!!! Suicide gets up and shoves the referee again only to get a shove back from the referee which allowed Splinter to catch Suicide's momentum and gets a reverse DDT. He covers. 1... 2… Kick Out!!! Gellar: These two are really turning it on now. Blackbird: The pace has really quickened now and I wouldn't be surprised to see this go all night. Gellar: No man will want to quit that easily. Splinter then whips Suicide to the ropes but Splinter ducks too early and it allows Suicide to hook Splinter between his legs and lift Splinter into a piledriver near the pile of chairs but it's reversed into the 'Splinter Driver' (Rios Driver). Both men are out exhausted as the referee lays down the count. Gellar: That's it! It's over if he can make the count! Blackbird: I think he took a lot out of himself delivering that move. The referee gets to 6 before Splinter gets to his feet and gets a double leg pick up on a rising Suicide and locks in a 'Sharpshooter'. The crowd cheers as Splinter sinches in the move. Suicide nearly reaches the ropes but Splinter drags him away to a loud cheer from the crowd. Blackbird: Suicide is nowhere near any ropes! Gellar: This match may well be over soon if Suicide doesn't get out of Splinter's Sharpshooter. Suicide musters up the energy and makes the long struggle to the ropes again and Splinter begrudgingly breaks the hold. Suicide uses the ropes to get to his feet and Splinter looksto knock him out of the ring and charges but Suicide ducks and he gets his head caught inbetween the top and middle the ropes. Blackbird: Whoa! Gellar: Splinter is in deep deep trouble if he can't get out of there soon! Blackbird: Oh now what does Suicide think he's doing? Gellar: Oh he's not is he? He has a chair!! Blackbird: Splinter can't defend himself from there!! The referee struggles in vain to release Splinter from the ropes as Suicide slaps the chair against the canvas a few times before walloping Splinter's head with it. Splinter's body goes limp as the referee struggles with the ropes some more and finally gets Splinter free who slumps onto the ring apron. Suicide parades around the ring holding the chair in the air and looks at Blackbird and yells 'That could be you old man if you want some more'. Gellar holds Blackbird back as the referee checks on Splinter who is just beginning to stir. Gellar: Come on he's only baiting you again. Blackbird: I should go up there and remind him that he didn't do a good enough job the first time. Gellar: Just sit down will you. Splinter slowly gets to his knees with blood streaming down his face and tells Suicide to bring it on which gets a pop from the crowd. So Suicide grabs another chair off the pile and whacks Splinter in the head again. Gellar: He going to kill him at this rate! The crowd goes silent but rises again when Suicide looks on in disbelief as Splinter starts to struggle to his feet. Suicide loses the plot and kicks the ropes in frustration and picks up another chair but this time his swipe is ducked and Splinter responds by instictively kicking the chair into Suicide's face as both men go down once more for the count. Blackbird: Splinter must be running on adrenalin alone! Gellar: They were two VERY hard chair shots to the head and I for one am very surprised that he didn't get knocked out! Splinter rises to his feet first with a crazed look in his eyes as Suicide gets on his knees and begs off into the corner but as Splinter approaches he gets a low blow and his feet swept from under him and into a pin with Suicide's feet on the ropes. The referee just stands there and looks at Suicide who takes his time to realise there isn't going to be a count and goes to argue the point again with the referee but Splinter is up straight away and returns the low blow with a kick and gets into position to hoist Suicide into a piledriver onto the pile of chairs. The crowd rides the count. 1... 2... Suicide barely kicks out! Gellar: How on earth did he do that?!!?? Blackbird: I'm as surprised as you are with that one! Splinter gets up holding his lower back and he goes up to the top rope with Suicide still laying on the chairs. He flies with the 'Reality Rift' Splash but gets nothing but chairs. Splinter holds his chest as Suicide then struggles to his feet with his face now bloodied. Suicide then hooks Splinter up in the 'Iron Curtain' (Half Nelson Suplex) and slams him down hard but the referee gets caught up in the action and gets an errant boot from Splinter during the move sending him down to the canvas also. Gellar: I think this might be the beginning of the end. Blackbird: I don't think so. Gellar: Hey where do you think you're going?? Blackbird: Just going to get me some more of Suicide. Splinter is out and the referree is just shaking off the cobwebs in the corner as Suicide then signals for the end just as Blackbird climbs into the ring as Suicide looks on in shock. He charges at him but Blackbird gets out of the way and Suicide rebounds off the ropes receives a severe spinebuster onto the pile of chairs from Blackbird to a loud pop. Blackbird talks a little bit of trash as Suicide lays on the chairs before leaving and rejoining Gellar at the announce position. Gellar: Well I hope you're happy now. Blackbird: Yes quite. He'll learn the hard way Splinter crawls over to make the pin as the referee comes around to make the count with the crowd counting along. "One.... Two.... Thr....." Kick out!!!! Blackbird: What?!!? Gellar: Suicide kicked out!!! What a match!! The crowd begins to cheer the two men to their feet as the referee begins to clear the chairs out of the ring. Both men get to their feet and Splinter gets a front facelock but is driven to the corner and Suicide drives the shoulder into Splinter's gut repeatedly. He hoists Splinter onto the top turnbuckle and follows him up and hooks up the 'Imperialism'. Gellar: This doesn't look good for Splinter at all! The crowd gets to it's feet as Suicide drops back and delivers a bone crunching Super T-Bone Suplex. Both men are out for the count as the referee lays down a 10 count. 1... 2... 3... Blackbird: This match might just end up a double KO the way those two just landed! Gellar: No man has moved a muscle! 4... 5... 6... Gellar: Still no movement I think both men have been knocked out! Blackbird: The referee is right there and he doesn't know what to do! 7... 8... 9... Suicide then rolls over and drapes an arm over Splinter. The referee gets down to count. 1... 2... 3!!!!! 'Get Up Again' by Flaw hits once again as Suicide remains there with an arm draped over Splinter's chest. Philip Edgar Jones: Here is your winner and NEW PWF EXTREME CHAMPION... SUICIDE!!! Gellar: There is carnage all over the arena where these two had the battle of their life. Our announce position is reduced to a pile of rubble and there is twisted steel all over the ringside area. Blackbird: Neither man has moved! EMT's swarm the ring to assist both men as the referee simply drapes the Extreme title over Suicide. An image of Sabre is shown from weeks ago, standing in the middle of the Defiance ring, smirking at the crowd as usual… Sabre: "There is no doubt in anyone's mind that I am the best superstar the PWF has to offer… I've beaten every person to step up to the plate and you worms can't stand it!" …File footage from the PWF vault is shown of Sabre at his best hitting his devastating tradmarks on a variety of superstars as a militaristic drumbeat plays softly in the background… Sabre: "Where's the damn competition in this lousy federation?!" Footage once again as Nightshade steps out from behind the curtain during one of Sabre's matches, mic in hand and laying down the challenge… Nightshade: "Sabre!! What are you doing? This is meant to be the 'Extreme' brand, and your about as Extreme as Ken Kido." Some of Nightshade's numerous battles in the MOW Slaughterhouse are shown, most notably his brutal matches against Bishop and Solo, where he left his adversaries beaten and bloodied… Nightshade: "And you say that you don't get any quality opponents to fight, how does a God work for ya." The camera focuses on both men staring intently to the roar of the fans as the heavy guitar riff to 'Play God' by Spineshank kicks in as the camera fades out… Trying to understand How someone like you can still sleep at night Or are you too busy playing God To fuckers that are chewing on your lies Another loser born? Images of Nightshade raising both the MOW SH World and US title is shown, mirroring Sabre as he lifts both the PWF Heavyweight title and SEW World title. Both men look worn and weary as they walk up the rampway, prizes in hand… Fed on my fragile mind Still I stood up on my broken knees 'Cause everything that you took Gave me immunity to your disease Another life is torn! I won't hear, I won't see I will never be a part of your cause I'm alive and I still breathe And you're just a fucking waste of… Time, what you tried to offer me Was it really worth it? Sew up this hole inside of me 'Cause you'll never take it Another shot of both superstars mirroring each other is shown, as Nightshade treads over a beaten Bishop while Sabre uses a ladder to perform a moonsault onto both Sandstorm and Davey K. I don't fear what you are Because you're only dangerous to what is weak Clinging to the stories you create You make a living off of souls that bleed Another dotted line! I won't hear, I won't see I will never be a part of your cause I'm alive and I still breathe And you're just a fucking waste of… Time! As the chorus rips in once again, the footage of Nightshade clocking Sabre with a camera during the finishing moments of Defiance 4 is shown, followed by Sabre's response of coaxing Nightshade into the ring before blindsiding him with a steel chair. I'm becoming of nothing, this is what you started The words echo, becoming increasingly more violent as more images are shown of the two superstars mirroring each other, as they walk down the ramp with titles in hand, promptly beating their opponents and walking back up, a smirk on both their faces… Time, what you tried to offer me Was it really worth it? Sew up this hole inside of me 'Cause you'll never take it Sabre: "The title is and always will be mine, and nothing will ever change that." Nightshade: "You know nothing of pain." Sabre: "This is MY federation!" Nightshade: "A Date With Destiny… Two out of three falls… the title will be mine." Never take it… never take it…. The words slowly fade into the background as a scene of both Sabre and Nightshade, both busted open and blood reigning down on their features and a look of anger on both their faces is shown before it too finally fades to black… Gellar: This is it folks, PWF Title, 2 out of 3 falls. Blackbird: First Fall, a wrestling match. Gellar: 2nd fall, Hardcore rules. Blackbird: Third fall, at the owners discretion….. Gellar: This one is going to be a classic folks. Credit: The Pelican Report: The two men circle around each other, Referee Carlton Rock calls for the bell and the two men move closer to each other. Both appear to be a little tentative at first, but then they dive into a collar & elbow tieup. Nightshade shows off his superior strength and size as he powers Sabre into the corner. He offers Sabre a clean break at first, which Carlton Rock approves of, until Nightshade changes his mind and clocks Sabre with a hard right hand that is. Nightshade drives into Sabre with a series of powerful right hands and then he whips him towards the opposite turnbuckle. Nightshade follows in, but Sabre catches him with a Reverse Elbow. Nightshade turns away holding his face, this allows Sabre to go for a running Bulldog, but Nightshade ducks underneath. As Sabre spins around, Nightshade boots him in the gut and then goes for one of his patented DDT's, but Sabre counters with a couple of Kidney punches, which breaks Nightshade's grip. Sabre then slides around the back of Nightshade and lifts him up to deliver a Back Drop. Sabre floats over for the cover. ……….1 ….. Nightshade kicks out with ease. Sabre holds Nightshade as he is getting up, and connects with forearms to the side of his head. Nightshade goes aggressive and shoves Sabre back. The champ comes back at Shady, but the challenger unleashes a devastating Haymaker which puts Sabre on his ass, much to the delight of the watching crowd. Sabre pulls himself up as he readjusts his jaw. Nightshade boots him in the gut and then delivers a couple of right hands as he knocks Sabre towards the ropes. He whips him to the opposite side and then flattens the champion with a big clothesline. Sabre gets to his feet again, and immediately takes a boot to the gut. Nightshade hooks Sabre up and delivers a Vertical Suplex, he floats over for a cover. …………1 ………… Sabre kicks out without too much trouble. Nightshade pulls Sabre back to his feet and throws him towards the corner. He lays into him with a few shoulder blocks, before climbing up onto the 2nd rope. He raises his hand in the air, and along with the crowd chants, pounds Sabre's face with right hands. …1 …2 …3 …4 …5 …6 …7 …8 …9 ……. But no 10 as Sabre lifts Nightshade up off the turnbuckle, and then brings him down on his knee with a Manhattan Drop. As Nightshade checks his genetalia, Sabre bounces off the ropes and scores with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Sabre hooks the leg for the cover. ………1 ………..2 … Nightshade kicks out. Sabre is already on the 2nd rope before Nightshade even begins to get to his feet. He's signalling for Nightshade to get to his feet, and as soon as Nightshade is standing, Sabre leaps off and connects with a Missile Dropkick to the face. Sabre goes for another cover. ………..1 ………….2 ……….. closer, but Nightshade still kicks out. Gellar: This match starting out a furious pace, I doubt both competitors will be able to keep this up for all three falls. Blackbird: If it goes to 3 falls that is, remember, you only need 2 falls to win. Gellar: Still, if it goes to a third fall, and they go at this pace for the first two falls, they will be shattered by the time they get there. Blackbird: I agree with you, one of these wrestlers needs to slow the pace of the match down. Sabre pulls Nightshade to his feet and connects with a series of quick forearms and then he pushes him into the ropes and whips him away. Sabre charges at Nightshade and goes for a Cross Body Block, but Nightshade suddenly drops to the floor, and Sabre goes sailing over the top of Nightshade. The challenger is quick to his feet and grabs the champion as he is getting to his feet. Shady connects with a few hard right hands and then he whips Sabre across the ring before sending him soaring through the air with a Back Body Drop. Sabre doesn't even get a chance to get to his feet as Nightshade is already coming off the ropes to deliver a Leg Drop. Nightshade then goes for the cover. ……….1 ……….2 …… Sabre kicks out. Nightshade drags Sabre to his feet and then scoops him up and carries him around for a moment, before delivering a heavy Pendulum Backbreaker. Nightshade then immediately grabs both of Sabre's arms and puts him in the Surfboard. Sabre groans in pain, and Carlton Rock asks him if he wants to give up. Sabre refuses, so Nightshade rears back and drives his knee into Sabre's back, before wrenching back on the surfboard once more. Sabre puts on a stern face and then starts to power his way to his feet. Showing remarkable strength for a man who is outweighed by over 50 pounds, Sabre powers his way to his feet and then he connects with a boot to the gut, then slides behind Nightshade and takes him down for the pin with a Backslide. ………..1 …………2. ……….. Nightshade kicks out. Both men get to their feet, Sabre connects with a couple of quick right hands, but Nightshade counters with a stiff knee to the gut. He then powers Sabre up and carries him to the corner, where he dumps him on the top turnbuckle. He then smacks Sabre with a hard right hand, to make sure he stays there. Nightshade climbs up the turnbuckle, and looks to be setting Sabre up for a Super DDT, but Sabre sneaks in an Eye Poke, then pushes Nightshade down, while he stands up. Sabre then leaps off and snaps Nightshade down with a perfect Somersault Powerbomb. As soon as Carlton Rock slides down to check Nightshade's shoulders and make the count, Sabre puts both feet on the middle turnbuckle for extra leverage. ………..1 …………2 ………3!!!!! Gellar: Sabre wins the first fall, but it's by no means a clean victory. Blackbird: This is meant to be a straight wrestling match, trust Sabre to be the one who has to cheat. Philip Edgar Jones: The winner of the first fall, SABRE!!!! The second fall will be a ……. Suddenly, we are interuppted by "Cochise" by Audioslave. A very pissed off looking Defiance Owner, Big Dave, steps through the curtain holding a microphone. Big Dave: "No, No, NO!!!! I made it quite clear that this match was to be a straight WRESTLING match. Any and all cheating would be frowned upon, and indeed it will. Referee, watch the replay." Replay of Sabre's winning fall is shown, clearly showing that Sabre's feet were on the ropes. Big Dave: "Sabre clearly cheated to win the first fall, so Referee, I am ORDERING you to scratch that victory, and restart the first fall." Loud cheers from the crowd at that decision, Sabre immediately goes to the edge of the ring and starts gesticulating towards Big Dave, but the owner ignores him and walks back through the curtain. Gellar: Looks like justice is being served tonight, the first fall does not stand. Blackbird: Sabre doesn't look too happy about it either. Gellar: Are you surprised? Sabre realises that nothing he will do is going to change the bosses decision, so he turns around to return to the match. He turns straight into a boot to the gut from Nightshade, followed swiftly by Sulphurous Ash! (Evenflow DDT). Nightshade hooks the leg for the cover. …………1 …………2 ………… Sabre just gets his left shoulder up in time. Nightshade looks around in shock, it is rare that anyone kicks out of his trademark finishing maneouvre. Nightshade pulls Sabre to his feet and sets him up for a 2nd Sulphurous Ash, but Sabre suddenly rolls up him and brings him down with the Sabre's Edge (Rios Driver). Sabre wastes no time and grabs Nightshade's arm and rolls him up with a Mahistrol Cradle. ………..1 ……….2 ………..3!!!! Gellar: Sabre DOES win the first fall after all, legally this time. Blackbird: And it looks like he is wasting no time in going after the 2nd fall!! Second Fall - Hardcore Match Before the ring announcer can confirm his pinfall victory, Sabre is on the outside of the ring. He shoves Philip Edgar Jones out of the way and grabs the chair he was sitting on. He slides into the ring and prepares himself, waiting for Nightshade to get to his feet. Carlton Rock shrugs his shoulders and rings the bell to start the 2nd fall. Nightshade struggles to his feet, holding his head, he turns around to face Sabre, and immediately takes a clean Chairshot to the face. Nightshade crashes to the canvas and Sabre pounces on him almost immediately. He hooks the leg for the cover. …………1 ………..2 …………. Nightshade just kicks out. Gellar: That was a close call, Sabre almost stole two falls in a minute. Blackbird: Looks like he might still pull it off. Sabre readies the chair again, preparing to finish off Nightshade, and retain his title. Nightshade staggers to his feet, Sabre swings the chair, but this time Nightshade is ready and he ducks underneath the swing. Nightshade then spins around, as does Sabre, and jumps up to deliver a Dropkick to the chair, which is then cracked against Sabre's skull. Both men crash to the canvas, and both men stay down. Carlton Rock can't use his 10 count, as this match can only end via pinfall or submission, direct orders from the owner Big Dave. So he just checks to see that both men are still conscious. Slowly both Nightshade & Sabre begin to rise to their feet, each shaking off their respective head blows. Sabre strikes out with a right hand first, Nightshade retaliates with one of his own. The exchange continues for a moment, until Nightshade takes control and unleashes a heavy volley of right hands on Sabre. He then whips Sabre to the ropes and then waits by the ropes. He hits a Back Body Drop which sends Sabre soaring over the top rope and crashing down to the floor below. Sabre holds his back as he starts to get to his feet, meanwhile, Nightshade is already coming off the opposite ropes and Suicide Dives through the ropes sending both him and Sabre crashing into the guard rail. After taking some time out to catch his breath, Nightshade pulls Sabre up and then throws him back into the ring, he looks at the section of the guard rail which he just crashed into. It was linked to the two sections left and right of it, but the collision has broken it free. Nightshade smiles as he powerlifts the guard rail over his head and then drops it over the top rope. Gellar: Oh oh, I think Nightshade has some nasty plans for Sabre & that Guard Rail. Blackbird: I could think of a few things myself…….. Nightshade pulls the Guard Rail up and props it up against the turnbuckle. He then picks up the chair that Sabre used on him and drops it bang in the centre of the ring. He pulls Sabre up and hits him with a couple of hard right hands and then he whips Sabre and sends him crashing back and head first into the steel guard rail. You can see the pain etched on Sabre's face as he lies on the guard rail. He staggers off the guard rail, and is about to fall over when Nightshade grabs him in a front facelock and then plants him with an Implant DDT (Gangrel's Impaler). He goes for the cover. …………1 ………..2 ………… amazingly, Sabre just gets his shoulder up. Nightshade cannot believe it. He argues with the referee for a moment, but realises that it's of no use. He goes over to the guard rail and pulls it off the turnbuckle and dumps it on the mat. It's already bent in the middle from Sabre's impact. Nightshade drags Sabre up and lifts him up in the air for a Suplex. He leaves him hanging there for a few seconds, letting the blood rush to his head, and then drives him into the guard rail. Sabre reels up in pain, and rolls off the guard rail, and then out of the ring. Nightshade is annoyed at this, as he wanted to go for a cover. He slides out of the ring and starts to pull Sabre up, but is caught by surprise when Sabre counters with a Drop Toe Hold, and sends him face first into the steel steps. This stuns Nightshade for a moment, and gives Sabre a chance to get his act together. The PWF Champion pulls himself to his feet, but instantly doubles over and holds his back, the two bumps on the guard rail taking their toll. Sabre turns nasty as he pulls Nightshade up, he doesn't throw him back in the ring, or even pull him to his feet, he just repeatedly slams his head into the steel steps. Sabre then kicks the top half of the steps off and backs away, letting Nightshade stand up. Sabre then charges in and grabs Nightshade by the hair as he plants him face first on the steel steps with a Facecrusher. Blackbird: Ouch, that'll break your nose, and a few other bones as well. Gellar: Let's hope Nightshade is okay. Blackbird: Come on Eric, you must enjoy a little violence & brutality here and there. Gellar: Not on the same scale that you do. Sabre pulls Nightshade up and rolls him into the ring. He climbs back in himself and goes for a cover. …………1 ………….2 ………… Nightshade just gets his shoulder up. Sabre pulls Nightshade up to his feet and takes him over towards the corner of the ring. He delivers a few gut kicks and then he scoops Nightshade up and places him in the Tree of Woe. Nightshade isn't in condition to do much resisting, so he just hangs there. Sabre goes over and picks up the often used steel chair. As he picks it up, a twang of pain shoots through his back, and it's evident from his facial expression that his back is still giving him trouble. He goes over to Nightshade and then wedges the chair under the ropes, and directly in front of Shady's face. Sabre the backs away to the opposite turnbuckle. He then charges in and delivers a devastating Dropkick crushing the chair into Nightshade's face. If Nightshade's nose wasn't broken already, it certainly is now, as blood drips from both nostrils to the canvas. Sabre pulls Nightshade away from the ropes and then goes for a cover. …………1 ……………2 ………… Nightshade just gets his shoulder up, but it's getting closer for Sabre. The champion rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring. He then pulls out a Ladder, which gets a pop from the crowd. Sabre slides it into the ring and then sets it up near the corner. He then drags Nightshade to around the centre of the ring. He bends down to deliver a few right hands to make sure Shady stays down. He then picks up the bent and battered guard rail and dumps it on Nightshade, which makes him convulse in pain. Sabre then climbs up the Ladder, right the way to the top, and then turns to face Nightshade. The crowd rises in anticipation, and they are not disappointed as sails off the top of the Ladder with a Senton Bomb, landing on the guard rail with as much of his body as possible, to minimise the damage to himself, and to deliver maximum damage to Nightshade. Still, even with the near perfect landing, Sabre still rolls off the ladder holding his back and in severe pain. Nightshade is still underneath the guard rail, and in considerable pain. The Referee lifts the guard rail off him and asks him if he wants to give it up, but a little shake of the head signifies a no from Nightshade. Gellar: Sabre putting his own body on the line to try and win this contest. Blackbird: Unbelievable move from Sabre, but will it be enough for victory? Gellar: I think that depends on how long it takes him to recover from his own injuries. The quicker he covers Nightshade, the better the chance of victory. After nearly a minute, Sabre finally manages to crawl over to Nightshade, but he doesn't cover, instead he pulls himself to his feet, he then places one foot on Nightshade and then poses for the fans. Carlton Rock gives Sabre a strange look, but still drops down to make the count. ………….1 ……………2 ……………. Nightshade just gets his shoulder up off the canvas. Sabre is mystified, he was so sure that he had the victory in the bag. He pushes the guard rail to one side and then he gives the signal for the 450 splash. He climbs up the ladder once again, all the way to the top. He turns to face Shady and gives the crowd a salute, before he goes for the 450 Splash, but Nightshade has summoned up enough energy to roll out of the way, and Sabre crashes 10 feet onto nothing but canvas. Once again, both men are down, and all the referee can do is make sure that both men are okay. Slowly but surely, they begin to recover, and both men begin to get to their feet. The look on Nightshade's face depicts a man who is seriously pissed off. The adrenalin is flowing through him, making him forget his injuries and he charges at Sabre, driving him into the corner. He unleashes left and right hands, battering Sabre down into the corner. He drags Sabre back up and pulls him out of the corner. He whips him into the ropes and then charges in and gives him the Kitchen Sink, complete with load roar of anger. Sabre struggles to his feet, only for Nightshade to knock him straight back down with a vicious clothesline. Sabre struggles up again, and Nightshade boots him in the gut and delivers a DDT, but he hangs on and pulls Sabre up to his feet, and hits a second DDT, still hanging on, he pulls Sabre up and this time lifts him up for a Brainbuster DDT, but this time Sabre escapes and lands behind him. Sabre pushes Nightshade off into the ropes and then tries to take him down with a Flying Clothesline, but Nightshade catches him in mid-air and plants him with a Spinebuster. Nightshade goes for the cover. …………1 ………….2 ………….. Sabre just gets his shoulder up. Nightshade pulls Sabre up and then locks on Nightly Shaded (Dragon Sleeper), his favourite submission hold. But Sabre isn't willing to lose easily and he is fighting his way to his feet. He manages to get in a couple of elbows to the gut to break the submission hold and then he pushes Nightshade off into the ropes. Sabre scores with a Spinning Wheel Kick, knocking Nightshade down. Sabre races over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top. But Nightshade is quick to his feet and he crotches Sabre on the top rope. Nightshade goes over to another corner and picks up the Ladder, he then places it next to where Sabre is crotched on the turnbuckle. Nightshade climbs up the ladder to where Sabre is, he then pulls Sabre up and hooks his head. Nightshade then dives off the top rope with an amazing Sulphurous Ash. The crowd go insane, but then the crowd suddenly starts to murmur, as someone is running down the ramp. Gellar: Who the hell is that? Blackbird: I have absolutely no idea!!! I've never seen the guy before. Gellar: Hey, look, on the Tron, someone appears to be watching. But I can't make out who it is, the picture is too dark. Blackbird: Could that be this "Desperation"? The man who seems to be stalking Nightshade? Gellar: Possibly, but who is this guy in the ring? Oh my, he has a Sledgehammer!!! The unnamed man has a Sledgehammer, and before Nightshade can even react to what is happening, the man level Nightshade with a shot to the head, he then moves Sabre so he is covering the fallen Nightshade, the man then takes off up the ramp, a smile on his face. Carlton Rock has no choice but to make the count. ………….1 ………..2 …………..3!!!!!! Philip Edgar Jones: The winner of the 2nd fall, and the winner of the contest by two falls to none, AND STILL PWF CHAMPION, SABRE!!!!!!! Gellar: Sabre retains his title, via a 2-0 victory in this 2 out of 3 falls contest. But in controversial circumstances. Blackbird: What the hell did we just witness? Did this Desperation character want to embarrass Nightshade by making him lose 2-0? Gellar: That would appear to be the case. He still appears to be watching on the Tron, but there is little we can bar a silouhette. Blackbird: This is one big mystery, and I doubt we will solve it in the short amount of time we have tonight. Gellar: Indeed, we are out of time for tonight, this is probably our last night on commentary, although we don't know for certain yet, so hopefully we'll see you when Havoc returns in the near future. Blackbird: Goodnight, and goodbye. We see Sabre lifting the PWF Title over his head in the ring, but the final shot is of the man on the Tron. He seems to have seen all he needs to see, so he turns and walks off into the darkness, then the picture fades to a PWF logo. © 2003 PWF Entertainment