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Center, Chicago, Illnois
Monday, March 24th 2003
Attendance: 25,469
Monday, March 24th 2003
Attendance: 25,469
The arena lights cut off, and, as the music begins, are replaced by a dozen searchlight style roving lights that scour the audience until they settle on the entry way stage. Strobe lights flicker throughout the rest of the darkened arena and the first piano chords sound, while the words "The PARAGON" rolls across the jumbo-tron. Six beautiful women file out of the entry portal, lining up three on each side of the runway as the lyrics to Robbie Williams "Let Me Entertain You" begin; "Hell is gone and Heaven's here, there's nothing left for you to fear, shake your ass, come over here, now scream!" The women all strike seductive poses, and the music continues to build, "I'm a burning effigy of everything I used to be, you're my rock of empathy, my dear!" In time with the drums, pyros explode from both the stage and top of the big screen, while a golden leather-clad Rex Idol bounds forth from behind the stage curtains. The crowd goes wild as he goes through a series of brief muscle-flexing poses, before making his way to the ring with his entourage. Once at ringside he slides under the ropes, pauses for a few unorthodox, and slightly crude, pushups, then springs to his feet for a final pose, as the music fades out.
James: Introducing from Beverley Hills, California, weighing in at 266lbs, "THE PARAGON" REX IDOL!!!
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome to Downfall, which is the PWF's official 2nd year anniversary show. They aren't even giving us chance to talk tonight, as we go straight into our first match.
Poppa: Hey folks, not even time for Nightshade joke, instead I get nearly deafened by Rex's pop.
Stanyer: What an opening match we have for you tonight folks, as Rex Idol takes on Masta P for the European Title. Things have been back and forth between these two for the past month or so. Both have been trying to humiliate the other, and in the process, have seriously pissed each other off.
Poppa: Some of Masta P's actions haven't gone down well with his best friend, Davey K, and for the first time that I can remember, they have separate dressing rooms tonight.
Stanyer: Things really have reached a low point for the Playaz Club. But enough chatter, lets get right into the action. The ultra-tron shows the words "Masta P ETA" and a stopwatch quickly counting down. When it stops the arena goes black and the Ultratron slowly zooms in on a white dot which shows Masta P under a spotlight. "Nothing" by A kicks in and Masta P starts to walk on the video whilst showing clips of the various ass kicking's he has handed out . The lighting is dark green and then Masta P emerges on the stage salutes the fans with one arm and walks confidently to the ring..
James: Introducing from Los Angeles, California, weighing 289lbs, The Original Bad Boy, MASTA P
Credit: Suicide
Report: Masta P holds his European Title in the air with both arms. He walks to the center of the ring and gets in the face of Rex. Rex shoves him back a little bit. Masta P comes right back and pushes Rex. Rex turns and tackles Masta P taking him to the ground. Idol nails a few rights and lefts on the champ. Masta P gets a thumb in the eyes on Rex, and he rolls out of the ring. Rex gains his sight back and goes after Masta P. He climbs through the ropes and follows Masta P around the ring. Masta P dives back in the other side and waits for Rex to enter. He begins to stomp Rex. Masta P quickly falls and drops an elbow to Rex's chest. He grabs Rex around the head and puts him in a variation of the headlock. Rex immediately grabs the ropes and causes the break. The ref pulls Masta P off of Rex.
Stanyer: Masta P needs to calm down.
Poppa: Yeah, he needs to prove that he's a valid competitor and beat Rex 1,2,3.
Stanyer: We'll see if that happens.
Rex climbs to his feet and he and Masta P dive into a collar and elbow tie up. Rex gains the advantage and wrenches the arm of the champion. Masta P reaches for the arm and reverses it, wrenching the arm of Rex. Rex grabs his arm in pain. Masta P elbows the shoulder of Rex. Rex falls to his knees and Masta P kicks Rex in the knees, the force is so intense he rolls onto his back. Masta P quickly drops to the mat and locks Rex in a headlock. Rex fights the hold. He is squirming beneath Masta P, and he finally gets to the ropes. Before Masta P lets go he nails a hard forearm across the chest of Idol. Rex rolls out of the ring.
Stanyer: It's smart of Idol to quickly get out of the ring.
Poppa: Yeah, he needs to get his sense back.
Rex climbs back into the ring. Masta P grabs Rex as he's climbing between the ropes and clubs him in the back. Rex falls to his knees. Masta P grabs Rex, but Rex pulls his legs out from underneath him. Rex quickly covers. 1 2 Kick out. Rex and Masta P get to their feet at the same time. Rex ducks a clothesline attempt by Masta P, and he hits a reverse neck breaker. Rex covers. 1 2 Kick out. Rex is quickly to his feet and pulls Masta P up with him. Rex hooks Masta P and nails THE REXPLEX (Falling Suplex). Rex quickly jumps to his feet and wipes his hands off. Masta P is holding his back and pulling himself to his feet via the ropes. Rex runs full speed at Masta P and clotheslines him over the top rope to the outside. Rex leans over the top rope and yells something at Masta P.
Poppa: Listen to Idol talk junk to the Champ.
Stanyer: He's not looking so much like a champ right now. Looks more like a chump.
The ref starts the 10 count. 1 2 3 Rex distracts the ref interrupting the 10 count. The ref starts again as Rex climbs through the ropes to the outside. Rex grabs Masta P by the hair and rams him into the guardrail. 1 2 3 Rex grabs Masta P and whips him into the steps, knocking them over. 4 5 Rex rolls back into the ring to break up the 10 count. He rolls right back out and grabs Masta P and rolls him into the ring. Rex follows and grabs Masta P by the hair. Masta P nails a low blow on Rex, which the ref does not see. Masta P whips Rex into the ropes and hits a powerslam. He covers. 1 2 Kick Out. Masta P pulls Rex to his feet again. He sets Rex up for a piledriver. Masta P picks Rex up, and drops him down on his head. Masta P drags Rex to the ropes and lays his neck across the middle rope.
Stanyer: This doesn't look good for Rex.
Poppa: Yeah, P can really get the upper hand here.
Masta P runs and bounces off the opposite ropes. He comes back and lands across the shoulder blades of Idol. Rex falls to the mat holding his throat. Masta P grabs Rex and pulls him to a standing position. Masta P grabs Rex and whips him into the ropes, catching Rex and nailing the DILHOLE DRIVER. He covers. 1 2 Kick out.
Stanyer: Idol barely got the shoulder up there.
Poppa: One split second and Masta P would've retained his title.
Masta P appears frustrated as he drags Rex to his feet. He whips Rex into the corner and nails a running clothesline. He holds Rex in the corner however and chops him. Masta P nails another chop. He goes for another chop but Rex gets a thumb in the eyes. Masta P staggers back and Idol nails a running clothesline. Rex whips Masta P into the ropes and follows after. He pulls Masta P out of the corner before climbing and sitting on the top turnbuckle. Masta P slowly turns around.
Poppa: Watch out Masta P.
Stanyer: If he hits this it's only a matter of seconds.
When Masta P faces Rex, Rex does a flip and nails the IDOLBUSTER (Flipping Neckbreaker). He jumps in the air and slings his arms. He quickly drops to the mat and covers Masta P. 1 2 3!
Stanyer: Rex has done it.
James: The winner of the match and NEW PWF EUROPEAN CHAMPION REX IDOL!
Poppa: We have a new European champion.
Stanyer: Rex Idol came to Downfall with an objective on his mind. Defeat Masta P.
Poppa: And that's exactly what he did.
We join Barry, Leroy and Sue, who are all looking very sombre, as they stand in the back with Ted Tedison.
Tedison: So, Team: Brutal Force. Tonight at Downfall, amid all the uncertainty of your futures, you face Anger Management. Tonight, you are about to have what my possibly be your last ever match in the PWF. How is this going to effect how you approach this match?
Leroy: Nice intro.
Barry: Sets the scene well. Gives the information, builds the emotions.
Sue: Yeah, but I think it was a little melodramatic.
Tedison: Huh?
Leroy: We are just saying, you do good work. We always thought you were one of the better interview guys in the business. And it has been a pleasure working with you.
Tedison: Aww... shucks.
Sue: Did you just say 'shucks'?
Tedison: Yeah.
Sue: I didn't know anyone actually said that.
Tedison: Well I do.
Sue: Riiight.
Barry: Anyway, now that is out of the way. The match.
Leroy: yeah, what can we say.
Sue: Anger Management are a couple of scum-sucking, parole-violating, daddy-didn't-love-me-so-now-I-am-all-crazy-and-shit-eating, bending-over-to-pick-up-the-soap-loving, uncle-felching bitches?
Barry: That's good, for a start.
Leroy: Yeah. Plus, they are impolite and generally bad mannered.
Barry: Having said all that, if you thought they were fucked up before, wait til you see them after we are finished with them.
Leroy: Yeah, because we are pissed off about the whole tag team situation. We worked hard to get our place here. We paid our dues. We jobbed to everyone and their brother in the PWF:IA. We slept in cars, lived on ramen noodles, the whole nine yards.
Barry: And now, it is all being taken away from us, and this time...
Sue: There is nothing we can do about it.
Barry: And that sucks. But it is going to suck even worse for Jagged and Inmate, because tonight we are going to take it out on them. Tonight, at Downfall, both teams are falling, but we sure as hell aren't the ones who are going down.
Team: Brutal Force, turn and walk away as we fade out.
The Camera cuts to a close-up of a shivering, terrified Tedison as the camera pans out it becomes obvious why Tedison is so scared. Anger Management has him sandwiched and they don't look very happy. Like they ever have.
Tedison: I'm he-here with Ang Ang Anger Management.
Inmate: No shit Sherlock. We saw what Team Brutally Beaten said. (yanks mic from Tedison) I don't need you to hold this. (shoves him out of camera view)
Jagged: They said that we were impolite and generally bad mannered.
Inmate: Well at least we know that they can state the obvious.
Jagged: And lie.
Inmate: Good Point. No more tag division. It's their last match, but they aren't gonna walk out. Just like Tedison.
Tedison: Just ..... like ......... Tedison?!?!
Tedison turns and runs ......... right into a brick wall and knocks himself out. Inmate and Jagged start laughing so hard their faces turn red
Inmate: Man it gets easier every single time.
Camera cuts back to the arena.
Stanyer: Well, everything of what both men just said is quite true. As pretty much everyone knows these days, the Roster Split is over, and the two rosters are expected to merge. But there are expected to be cutbacks, now the PWF has been forced back onto just one show.
Poppa: And one of those cutbacks is likely to be the Tag Team Division. Which coming from a former Tag Champ, is a shame.
Stanyer: It's not official yet, but it is highly likely. We hope that some of the tag teams are kept on as singles wrestlers, but nothing is certain at the moment. Not even our jobs.
Poppa: Come on Jay, you really think they are going to fire you? You've been here longer than time itself. I'm surprised you aren't running the company by now.
Stanyer: Well, anyway, it's time for this next tag match, as Team Brutal Force takes on Anger Management.
Credit: The Pelican
"Psycho" by System of a Down hits as the arena lights dim. There is an explosion of fire on the stage as "Anger Management" comes across the Tron, Jagged and Inmate make their way through the curtain. Both look mean and angry, they pay little attention to their surroundings and head straight for the ring. They slide into the ring, ready for the fight.
James: Introducing at a combined weight of 531lbs, Jagged & Inmate, ANGER MANAGEMENT!!!!
"Mama Said Knock You Out" hits. Leroy and Barry emerge from the back. Leroy bows to the crowd, but Barry keeps on walking towards the ring, oblivious to everything else. Leroy hurries to catch up with Barry, and tries to get his partner to dance to the music. Barry ignores him, doing a little shadow boxing, and never taking his eyes off of the ring. Barry climbs into the ring and slumps down in Brutal Forces corner. Leroy flips in and starts doing a martial arts/dance demonstration in the centre of the ring. Barry just sits there, staring directly at his opponents corner.
James: Introducing at a combined weight of 442lbs, Leroy Greene and Barry Burton, TEAM BRUTAL FORCE!!!.
Report: Anger Management are waiting for Brutal Force to get into the ring, but Leroy & Barry only climb to the apron. They then slingshot off the top rope and take out both Inmate & Jagged with flying dropkicks. Jagged is sent tumbling through the ropes, while Inmate struggles to his feet. Leroy and Barry are already coming off the ropes and connect with a Double Back Brain Kick. Leroy goes for the early cover. .1 ..2 Inmate just kicks out. Jagged pulls himself up onto the apron, rubbing the back of his head, while Barry is backs away to his corner and steps onto the apron.
Stanyer: What an opening to this contest, Brutal Force nearly won the match in under 30 seconds!!
Poppa: Hey, a win in 30 seconds is the same as a win in 30 minutes. It's winning that matters.
Leroy pulls Inmate up and delivers a sharp knife-edge chop, accompanied by the traditional "Wooo!!". He backs it up with a second chop and then he irish whips Inmate. Leroy clatters into Inmate with a High Leg Lariat. He then tags in Barry who whips Leroy into the ropes and then Hiptosses towards Inmate, Leroy positions himself and comes down with a perfect Somersault Leg Drop. Barry goes for the cover as Leroy rolls out of the ring. Referee Morgan Black makes the count. 1 2 Inmate powers out. Barry pulls Inmate up and powers him into one of the neutral corners. He then hits a series of stiff shoulder blocks, doubling Inmate up in pain. Barry then whips Inmate hard towards the opposite corner. Inmate crashes into the turnbuckle and then staggers out, only to be flattened by Barry's running clothesline. Barry drags Inmate up and tags in Leroy. The two whip Inmate towards the ropes and then both attempt Spinning Heel Kicks, but Inmate ducks then both and comes off the ropes again and this time crashes into both Leroy & Barry with a double clothesline. Inmate then crawls over and makes the tag to Jagged. The Italian-American comes charging in like a whirlwind and unleashes vicious rights and lefts on both Leroy and Barry, eventually manages to kick Barry out of the ring. He snaps Leroy to his feet and then plants him with a big Vertical Suplex. Jagged drags Leroy up and then almost instantly snaps him up again and delivers a Hard Backbreaker. He snaps his leg back for the cover. .1 ..2 Leroy kicks out quite easily. Jagged pulls Leroy up and whips him into the ropes, but Leroy springboards off the 2nd rope and flies backwards catching Jagged clean in the face with a High Kick. Leroy goes for a cover. ..1 ..2 Jagged powers out. Leroy pulls Jagged up and tries an Irish Whip, but Jagged counters and drags Leroy onto his knee, doubling him over. Jagged then scoops Leroy up and plants him with a Front Powerslam, then hooks the leg again. .1 ..2 Leroy kicks out again.
Stanyer: With the end of the Roster Split announced recently, there has been some debate concerning the fate of the Tag Team Division. There are many who believe that we may be seeing the end of the division right here tonight.
Poppa: It would be a shame, as the Tag Division has given us many fond memories, but if the demand isn't there, then I suppose there isn't much that can be done really.
Stanyer: To think, at one point there were 9 tag teams in the PWF, now there is just 4. It really isn't enough to maintain a working tag team division. But you never know, there might be a solution somewhere.
Jagged has Leroy on his feet and in a headlock, he tags in Inmate who delivers an aggressive boot to the gut. Inmate then lays into Leroy with tough right hands. He then whips Leroy to the ropes and forcefully clotheslines him down. Inmate drags Leroy up via his ponytail and smashes him in the gut with a hard knee. He then whips Leroy hard towards a neutral corner. He then charges in, looking for a big splash, but Leroy sidesteps and Inmate crashes into the turnbuckle. Inmate staggers out holding his chest, Leroy connects with a couple of quick kicks to the chest and then attempts a Spin Kick to the head, but Inmate ducks it and then locks his arms around Leroy's waist. He then sends him sailing overhead with a devastating Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Inmate goes for the cover. 1 2 .. Barry comes in and breaks up the count. Inmate drags Leroy up and knees him hard in the gut. He takes him over to his corner and offers a tag to Jagged. The two men then join forces to deliver a long Double Vertical Suplex. Leroy cringes on the mat holding his back, while Jagged snaps the leg back for the cover. 1 ..2 .. Barry breaks up the count again. Jagged pulls Leroy up and lifts him up suplex style, and then dumps him on the top rope. Jagged climbs up and hooks Leroy up for a Superplex, but Leroy scores with a few punches and manages to push Jagged off the top rope. As Jagged gets to his feet, so does Leroy, the member of Team Brutal Force then dives off the top rope attempting a Cross Body Block, but Jagged shows remarkable strength by catching Leroy in mid-move. Jagged then hoists Leroy up onto his shoulder, and then delivers the Unwelcome Burden (Fire Thunder Driver).
Poppa: OW!!!! Right on his head That's evil, that move should be banned.
Stanyer: Since when has any move ever been banned in the PWF?
Poppa: I dunno, but they should start with that one!!! I'm just glad I never took one, it would have messed my head up.
Stanyer: You sure you didn't take one?
Poppa: Hey!! What are you saying?
Jagged goes for the cover. ..1 .2 .. Barry just breaks up the count in time. Inmate comes charging in and sends Barry sprawling out of the ring. The former ultimate fighter tries to get back into the ring, but is stopped by referee Morgan Black. Which is rather unfortunate, as it allows Inmate and Jagged to double team Leroy. Anger Management pulls Leroy up and promptly tries to smash him through the canvas with a devastating Double Powerbomb. Jagged rolls out of the ring and slaps his hands, faking a tag, just before Morgan Black turns back to the action, having finally dealt with Barry. Inmate has Leroy's leg hooked for the cover. Morgan Black looks uncertain for a moment, but then decides to make the count. ..1 .2 . For the fourth time, Barry breaks up the count. Inmate pulls Leroy up and throws him through the ropes, he then backs away, arguing with Morgan Black. On the outside, Jagged quickly puts the boots to Leroy, he lifts him up and drops him chest first on the barricade and then he whips him hard, shoulder first into the steel steps. Jagged then rolls Leroy back into the ring and holds his hands up as Morgan Black realises what has been going on. He gives Jagged a talking to, but then Inmate covers Leroy, and he has to make the count. 1 .2 . Leroy manages to get his foot on the bottom rope, enough to break the count. Inmate drags Leroy up and hooks him up for the Jailbreaker (Bubba Bomb), but Leroy manages to somehow fight his way out of the Full Nelson and suddenly he delivers a Stunner to Inmate, both men then stay down.
Poppa: Hey! Isn't that Inmate finisher?
Stanyer: I think Inmate's version is a damn sight more powerful, but it certainly isn't far off, and it could turn out to be a very effective counter for Leroy, if he can make the tag to Barry Burton.
Poppa: He needs to, he's been on his last legs for a while now.
Leroy and Inmate slowly crawl towards their corners. Inmate gets there first and tags in Jagged, who rushes across and just manages to grab Leroy's leg before he can tag in Barry, much to the dissappointment of the crowd. But Leroy pulls himself to his feet and counters with a spectacular Enziguri, leaving Jagged stunned, and himself with enough time to dive and make the tag to his partner Barry Burton. The brawler comes in on a hot streak and instantly batters down Inmate with a clubbing right hand. Jagged is on his feet, but not for long as another Burton right sends him crashing to the mat. Inmate tries to clothesline Barry from behind, but Burton instantly spins around and takes Inmate out with a stiff clothesline. Jagged is up and Barry spears him back into his corner and then unleashes a vicious volley of left and right body shots. He senses Inmate coming in to attack him from behind and simply moves out of the way, and Inmate clobbers Jagged in the face by mistake. Inmate tries to apologise to his partner, but this just allows Barry to hook him from behind and deliver a devastating Hangman's Neckbreaker. Barry then pulls Jagged up and whips him into the ropes and then plants him with a Sidewalk Slam. He then hooks the leg for the cover. 1 2 .. Jagged kicks out. Leroy climbs back into the ring as Barry pulls Jagged to his feet. Both men then deliver a hard kick to the stomach, then bounce off the ropes and plant Jagged with a Double Facecrusher. They hi-fi to celebrate, but turn around and get flattened by Inmate's double clothesline. Leroy is surprisingly up first, but gets caught by a Big Boot and is sent tumbling out of the ring. Barry gets up and Inmate boots him in the gut and goes for the Death Sentence (Stone Cold Stunner), but Barry counters and pushes him away into the ropes. Barry scores with a Back Body Drop and then as Inmate & Jagged are both standing, he starts the Seconds Out Combo on both men!!! He connects with the opening 3 right hands on both men. He then goes for the finishing blow on Jagged, but he ducks and then boots Barry in the gut. Both he and Inmate lift Barry up and prepare him for what looks like a Double Jagged Edge. They charge towards the turnbuckle, clearly planning to slam him into it. But Barry escapes and slides down the back and lands on his feet. Inmate is first to turn around, but takes a Roundhouse Kick clean to the side of the head, and tumbles through the ropes. Jagged attempts to clothesline Barry, but it is ducked and Barry then scoops Jagged up and plants him with the Brutalizer (Blue Thunder Pin). Leroy then comes sailing off the top rope and crash lands on Jagged with a Somersault Leg Drop. Barry has the leg hooked for the pin. 1 .2 .3!!!!!!!
Stanyer: Team Brutal Force collect the win in what could very well be their last ever tag match together.
Poppa: A spectacular finish as well, what a move from Leroy.
Stanyer: That is what makes him so special, his willingness to try anything.
Poppa: I hope he stays on after the Roster Merger, It'd be a shame to see him go.
Stanyer: Congratulations to Team Brutal Force, who pick up the win here tonight.
The dim, fluorescent light flickers on and off inconsistently. A moth flutters about the ebbing radiance, oblivious to what the future may hold as it instead concentrates on bashing its skull in on the glass. The walls, paint peeling from the brickwork, seem dirtied by the atmosphere contained therein, despite their relative cleanliness. As a whole the room seems to carry with it an almost unreal, foreboding sense of segregation, as if created for the sole purpose of weaving dark, disconcerting thoughts into the intricacies of the mind and the soul. No surprise, then, to find a man summed up by all the aforementioned. A man whom, it seems, is as unreal and foreboding as the room in which he is situated. A man known as Kilgore. He sits in the centre of the room, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his legs, his head hung low. His vast stature appears irrelevant for now, his presence somewhat void inside the vast inhibition of his surroundings. The moth proves to be the only source of noise as it continues on its way to self-destruction, the dull thud of its fragile body colliding with the glass escalated in volume within an otherwise soundless milieu. Eventually though the noise stops. Kilgore's head tilts a little as he looks to the side, staring off-camera at the ground. He continues to stare for what seems like an age before finally raising his head, as well with his voice. As he speaks his voice echoes slightly inside the confines of the room, carrying with it a peculiar sagacity alongside its usual aridity.
Kilgore: "It's taken me some time to get here. There were times when I thought that maybe, just maybe I had stumbled one too many times somewhere down the line but fortunately my progress had already far succeeded my expectations. I was where I needed to be before I'd even made it there. However, the wool had been pulled over my eyes and I failed to realize what I held in my hands before it all slipped through my fingers. By then of course it was too late, and by then I was no longer alone. I fought long and hard for my solitude and yet he had always been there, waiting. Back in the day he tried to keep me locked up, tried to deny that I even existed. He thought he was hearing voices, when in fact he was hearing but a single voice the voice of reason. Without me he never would have made it through those troubled times. He never would have had the courage to do what he did to his late father. Actually, I can't let him take all the credit it for that. Yes, he took great pleasure in seeing him break down into tears but it was I who took the greatest pleasure of all when he took that one, final step. One little step was all it took to set right all the wrong that he had done. I shouldn't have cared but I did. I was always there to see what went on in that house. The drinking, the arguing the beatings. Ah, yes, it was indeed a pleasure to see that bastard lying motionless at the foot of the cliff. Even Leon smiled."
Kilgore's eyes close for a moment as he breathes in, memories surfacing within his malevolent psyche.
Kilgore: "He cried as well though. He regretted what we had done. It was around that time that he became the man I truly began to hate. He became this snivelling, ignorant, ungrateful shell of a man. He did all he could to try and rid himself of me, his own creation. Therapy, drugs, God pathetic. Of course none of it worked. There were times when I struggled to break through all the barriers he placed before me but in the end I always prevailed. I was always the stronger one, the dominant one. To this day it still turns my stomach to know that I was brought into this world as a weakling's dormant strength. It took him so very, very long to find me. Still, at least he did. So many people fade away without ever knowing of their true self, for better or for worse. Thankfully in this case it was for the better. However, neither he nor I can take full credit for my eventual supremacy over this vessel. There is but one man in this world to whom I owe anything and his name is Jason Kyuss."
Kilgore rises from his seat, a look of sorrow on his face as he begins to pace back and forth inside the room.
Kilgore: "Or should I say Psycore? Are we even close enough anymore to speak of each other on a first-name basis? I don't know, but what I do know is that without him I wouldn't be here today. He gave me focus, he gave me knowledge and he gave me the chance to ascend. I took that chance and I'm glad I did, because now I am at a level that the majority can only dream of. Recently though I feel that my ascension came with a price, and I had a strange feeling that I am going to be made to pay that price sooner rather than later. That CANNOT happen until I have accomplished what I set out to do here in the PWF though. I have a goal tonight and there is nothing, NOTHING that can stop me from achieving it."
He stops pacing now, coming to a standstill in the centre of the ring whilst looking at the floor, his side to the camera.
Kilgore: "Then Perfect Outlaw has been a thorn in my side for a while now. His mere existence is a slap in the face of those who wear their scars with pride. He hides behind his little mask, too scared to show himself to the world. Why? What is that you are hiding Outlaw? Why must your identity remain a secret? I worked long and hard to find my true identity and that identity is what everyone sees today. They may not like it but it's there, so what makes you any different?"
A brief silence ensues before Kilgore turns his head to face the camera.
Kilgore: "At least after tonight Outlaw you will have a reason to wear a mask. I don't intend to fight you, nor do I intend to wrestle you. No, Outlaw I intend to annihilate you. There is nothing you can compare to what you will experience tonight. No more tag matches, no more run-ins just you and I, one-on-one. You will find nothing but pain between those ropes Outlaw, and you should know by now that I am not one to make idle threats. I will take everything you have to offer with pleasure because in the end it will just make my victory that much more gratifying. In the end Outlaw your light will be die out and your mask? Outlaw, make no mistake that mask is coming with me."
With that said Kilgore sits back down and resumes staring at the ground. The fluorescent light above him begins to flicker rapidly now and as it does the camera moves down a little, zooming in as it does at the moth that is now lying on the floor, twitching as the cold hands off death reach out to take it above and beyond this plain of existence. Then, just as the moth ceases all motion the fluorescent light follows suit, dying out as the scene fades to black
Stanyer: That was all Kilgore folks, no sign of Leon Calvano tonight, the alternate personality of Kilgore, who manifests himself at all the wrong times. But tonight, it looks like Kilgore is in full control, and that spells bad news for The Perfect Outlaw.
Poppa: I think we could see him finally unmasked Jay, we can finally find out who he really is.
Stanyer: You know it will be a disappointment, things like this always are. So I don't know why you are getting your hopes up.
Poppa: You just gotta try sometimes, and hope it works.
Stanyer: Well up next is the last match of a long running feud. And I'm not just talking about the previous few months either. This feud has been going on for a couple of years now.
Poppa: And now, both men want to settle it, once and for all. In this last ever match between Venom & Shockwave, a Street Fight.
Street Fight
Credit: Sandstorm
All of a sudden the arena darken and the sound of hissing snakes can be heard throughout the building. Then green lights start to flicker and "Drag you Down" by Finger Eleven hits and out walks Venom from behind the curtain. Venom makes his way to the ring taunting the crowd. Venom then slides in under the bottom rope and begins to taunt the crowd again as the crowd boos.
James: Introducing from Death Valley, California, weighing 297lbs, VENOM!!!.
Smoke fills the entrance way as Falling Apart by TRUST Company plays over the speakers. The arena goes black for about 3 seconds and then awoken by a loud explosion of fire. As Shockwave makes his way to the ring followed by his manager Jonathan Brooks. red lights flicker on and off through out the arena. Shockwave then slides slowly under the bottom rope and takes his place in the center and looks up into the entrance way awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
James: Introducing from Edmunton, Alberta, weighing 283lbs. SHOCKWAVE!!!!
Report: The match starts out with the slightly stronger Venom running at Shockwave with a shoulder blocker, but the solid Shockwave is only hit hard enough to step back twice. He turns his head to the side and then stares a hole in Venom. He pounds on his chest to call Venom on. Venom nods and smiles, and runs to the opposite ropes, however just as he turns, he is caught with a stiff clothesline care of Shockwave. Venom hits the mat but jolts right back up, only to be knocked down by another clothesline. This time, as Venom rises, he wraps his arms around Shockwave's legs, stands up, and drops him with a vicious sidewalk slam. Shockwave holds the back of his head as Venom picks him up. Venom tosses him to the ropes, and on the way back, lands a picture perfect swinging powerslam on Shockwave. He goes for a quick, meaningless pin, 1 .. not even close and Shockwave powers up of the canvas. Venom picks Shockwave up by his hair, and he does not take kindly to it as he rushes a hard elbow into Venom's midsection. Venom drops down to one knee, as Shockwave runs in and drives a knee into Venom's face. Venom rolls over to his stomach and spits out a spot of blood coming from his lip. He looks infuriated as he charges blindly at Shockwave, only to be back body dropped onto the outside. Shockwave takes in the excitement from the fans as he drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope to follow Venom. He picks Venom up and rams his face into the steel ring post. Venom staggers for a moment, before Shockwave runs and clubs him in the back of the neck with a hard forearm, sending him down. Shockwave looks underneath the ring, looking for something to further damage his opponent. He grabs a steel chair, just in time to receive a low blow, courtesy of Venom. Shockwave drops to his knees, as Venom picks up the steel chair and drives it violently over Shockwave's skull.
Stanyer: My God! These two really hate each other!
Poppa: Well duh! Dammit, Stanyer do you even pay attention?
Venom raises the chair in the air and slams it into the ring apron, seemingly getting pumped up from the energy the fans are giving him. He raises the chair over his head again and slams it across Shockwave's limp body, causing him to twitch. Venom drops down for the count, 1 ..2 . NO! Shockwave barely gets the shoulder up. Venom can't believe it as he begins to stomp on Shockwave mercilessly. He picks Shockwave up and whips him towards the steel steps, however, at the last second, Shockwave somehow reverses it and Venom goes head over heels over the steel steps, ramming his knees into them on the way by. Shockwave staggers and leans on the ring apron, trying to gain back his composure. Meanwhile, Venom is trying to get up, despite the pain he seems to be feeling in his knees. Shockwave, showing a side of him rarely seen, runs towards the steel steps, springboards off of them, and clothesline's Venom right back down to the floor. Shockwave raises to his feet slowly, and begins to stomp on Venom's chest and face, opening up the wound on his mouth. Shockwave picks Venom up and throws him into the steel barricade. Venom hits it hard, and is then tackled football style over the guardrail and into the crowd. They start trading shots back and forth throughout the stands, before Shockwave rakes him in the eyes, and throws him throw the curtains, entering the backstage area. The fans go wild as the picture shows up on the big Titantron. Shockwave and Venom are trading shots back and forth once again, showing the evenness of the match-up. Venom scores with a kidney shots, and grabs Shockwave by the hair and throws his body hard into a steel grating. This opens up a cut on Shockwave's forehead.
Stanyer: Houston, we have leakage!
Poppa: God, your such a dork.
Venom pulls Shockwave up and lifts him up on his shoulders for the "Venom Death Drop" (Burning Hammer), but Shockwave slips off of his shoulders, and wraps his hand around Venom's neck, going for the "Electrical Slam" (Chokeslam), but Venom kicks him directly in the junk, causing him to let go and place his hands on his knees in pain. Venom uses this to his advantage, by placing Shockwave's head between his legs and lifting him up for a powerbomb. He gets Shockwave up on his shoulders and charges towards a window! As he is about to reach the window, Shockwave rolls out behind Venom, and get's in the right position, and slams Venom head first to the cold steel with a Sunset Flip Powerbomb! Venom's head viciously bounces off of the steel as Shockwave goes for the cover, 1 ..2 3! NO! At the very last possible second, Venom finds some way to kick out. Shockwave is completely befuddled by this, and drops down to pin again, thinking it was all a bad dream. ..1 .2 Venom kicks out again, this time earlier. Shockwave looks like he has had enough, as he lifts Venom's seemingly lifeless body up, and tosses him onto a bunch of stacked solid wood crates. He climbs up himself to meet Venom on top. He gets his balance, and places Venom up on his shoulder. He then twirls out and goes for the "Shock Treatment" (F-5), but somehow Venom rolls out and lands on his feet on the concrete floor. He then grabs Shockwave's legs and puts him on his shoulder. He walks away from the crates, still with Shockwave on his shoulders, and walks over to a window. He then stands idle and lets Shockwave's body slump down. He takes a few steps back, and charges insanely at the window, driving Shockwave's body through the window with the "Venom Drop" (Hanging Powerbomb). Shockwave crumples to the ground as Venom makes the cover, ..1 .2 .3!
Stanyer: Finally Venom has done it, he's achieved a one on one victory over Shockwave.
Poppa: I thought he'd already got one in another federation?
Stanyer: He did, but it's been such a long time since that victory, that I'm sure this one feels like it is the first. And he will be glad to know that in the last match ever between these two men, he got the last laugh.
Poppa: Well, when you put it like that, I suppose it is a pretty big win for him.
The scene opens up to a somewhat solemn Sandstorm, standing next to the always dull, drab Theodore Tedison, sporting his familiar, goofy PPV get-up(plus bonus patch on forehead, courtesy of Inmate). Sandstorm has a water bottle in his hand and is taking casual sips out of it. He looks over to Tedison.
Sandstorm: Yo Ted, erm, are we gonna get this shizzo on the rizzo or what dawg?
Tedison: Ummm....
Sandstorm: Oh come on now G, don't be hatin' like that yo. Hey P! Get over here and kiss my ass while I rot on this playa.
Tedison: Sands.........
Sandstorm: I know you didn't just interuppt me boy, erm, what was I sayin' again? Oh yeah, stay away from the water guy! He's my bitch ya heard?!
Tedison: Sandstorm, if I may get serious here, what are you talking about?
Sandstorm: Oh, I'm sorry Ted, I just thought that the only way I could get some respect around here is if I run my mouth of on nothing. You know, seeing as these fans can only respond to cheap pops and white people trying to act black. It's not like I crave respect from these rednecks, I just think that I deserve at least a shred of it for all of the shit I've been put through. I mean, come on now. Davey K can get respect by bossing around his best friend and rotting on a little bitch like the water guy, while I have to go through hell! Losing best friends, having my group fall apart, and having my chances for gold taken away by the very man who dares to defy me tonight! Oh yeah, I almost forgot, how did that Mirage feel Davey? Better yet, how did that cold steel feel as it crushed your skull? Well, don't act like it's not gonna happen again, because it will, and it may happen sooner than you think.
Tedison: On to tonight Sandstorm, Davey K is getting a lot of support for this match, do you think it will reflect on his performance?
Sandstorm: Does the Water Guy have a life? Is there a war going on in Iraq? Is Eminem still making music? WHO CARES?! It doesn't matter in the least if he is getting backed going into the match, because when that bell rings, I'm gonna smack him so hard he's gonna forget what he ate for breakfast, along with the damn support! The point is Tedison, is that Davey K's joke cracking day's are over, because after our match, he's gonna see the big picture, with me being the central focus! Davey K, until then, see ya lata bizzotch!
Sandstorm tosses the rest of his water at the camera and walks away as the scene fades to black.
Stanyer: Sandstorm is really fired up for his match with Davey K later tonight. That's going to be a fantastic match, I can't wait.
Poppa: I can't wait for this next match, Down Under Xpress versus the Gods of War. Will the champions even turn up?
Stanyer: You can count on it, mark my words. If this truly is the last night of the Tag Team Division, the Gods of War will be here, just as they were here on day 1.
"Praise" by Sevendust hits.... a wire outline of the letters 'DUX' lowers over the ring and begins to ignite into a sparkly outline... A pause in the music and as it restarts a shot of pyro in the style of an 'X' shoots out on the ramp followed by 3 shots of pyro straight into the air either side of the entrance.... Brod walks thru after the pyro as lights shine an outline of the letters in 'BROD', then LJ follows him as the lights shine an outline of the letters 'LJ'. Both men walk down the aisle as the spectacular outlines shine brightly. As they get to the ring apron furthest from the sparkler outlined 'DUX' Both give an 'X' salute before entering the ring.
James: Introducing from Australia, at a combined weight of 486lbs, DOWN UNDER XPRESS!!!!!
Brod & LJ pace around the ring for a while awaiting the arrival of the Gods of War, but they are kept waiting, as the Gods of War do not arrive. The Referee is looking a little worried, but both members of DUX have smug smiles on their faces. Brod goes over to the edge of the ring and asks for a mic.
Brod: "Don't say we didn't warn you all. We told you that the Gods of War were afraid of us. That they wouldn't have the balls to turn up and face the almighty DUX."
LJ: "And the rumour that we kidnapped them so we could get the tag titles without doing any work is totally false."
Brod promptly slaps LJ across the back of the head.
LJ: "What was that for?"
Brod: "Dumbass".
LJ: "What did I do?"
Brod: "Just be quiet, let me do the talking."
LJ: "Fine "
Brod: "Like I was saying, the Gods of War simply don't have the testicular fortitude to step into the ring with the likes of myself and LJ. Well, Referee, you know what the contract says, if the Gods of War do not turn up for this match, then the Tag Titles are to be awarded to us. So come on, put them around our waists."
The referee holds his hands out, and tries to tell them something.
Brod: "What do you mean you don't have the Tag Titles? How can you forget something that important!!!"
The referee tells Brod more.
Brod: "Oh, you have got to be kidding me, they have the tag titles, you mean we don't even get to leave with the belts. Well this is ridiculous. Come on LJ, we are leaving."
Stanyer: Well it looks like our Tag Title match has been declared null and void, the Gods of War are not here, and therefore DUX win by default.
Poppa: What a sad way to end the Tag Team Division.
The arena darkens as a loud gong rings around the arena, then "Click, Click, Boom" hits as the stage explodes in fire. Through the fire walk Alexander and Kull. They look to the crowd and the crowd explodes..
Brod & LJ look at each, stunned, they quickly get back into the ring and start discussing something.
Stanyer: The Gods of War are Here!!!!!! We have ourselves a Tag Team Title Match!!!!
Poppa: And damn good timing too, all was almost lost.
Credit: Sabre
Report: The Gods of War raise their fists in the air as the referee displays the tag belts to the contenders, Brod and LJ, who seem too busy discussing last minute tactics to even notice. The bell rings and LJ begins to warm up while Kull stares him down. The crowd pops as they both tie up, with LJ immediately hooking into a headlock, which Kull quickly frees himself from, pushing LJ against the ropes. Jansen rebounds into a sidewalk slam from Kull who then drags him back up and hits a snapmare followed by a Ne-Han. LJ is able to free one hand however, and delivers a series of elbows to Kulls jaw before turning the submission into a sitting reverse armbar. Kull, however, is able to spin his body and his foot reaches the ropes. The ref quickly breaks the hold and Kull is able to regain composure as LJ is pushed away. The ref moves back and both men grapple once again, but LJ quickly moves onto one knee and throws Kull over his shoulder in a firemans carry before re-applying the armbar. Kull tries moving once again but is too far from the ropes, prompting Alexander to race in and break the hold with a swift boot to the face. LJ reels away, but drags Kull into the DUX's corner with the tag to Brod. The referee is busy trying to get Alexander back out of the ring as Brod and LJ both grapple with Kull for a double underhook drop. LJ leaps back over the ropes as Brod Irish whips Kull into the ropes and plants him with a tilt a whirl slam. He goes for the cover, but Kull desperately gets a shoulder up just before the three count.
Stanyer: "We're in the starting moments of this match and Kull is already in trouble."
Brod doesn't give Kull time to gather his wits, as he picks him up and throws him into the corner with extreme force. Kull collapses in the corner, which leaves him open to some big boots to the midsection from Brod. The ref attempts to pull the superstar away but Brod pushes him aside with a verbal warning. This gives Kull enough time to muster up some strength, and as Brod turns around he's greeted with a hard right as Kull battles out of the corner. Brod however, lands a knee hard into the stomach and Kull lands back into the corner, breathing hard. Brod then hoists Kull up onto the top turnbuckle before climbing the ropes himself.
Poppa: "Looks like Brod is ready to finish this thing early."
Brod slings Kull's arm over his shoulder, attempting a superplex but Kull fights out of the hold with some shots to the gut before pushing Brod off the corner post. Brod sails back, landing face first onto the canvas to a loud cheer from the crowd. Kull literally drops onto the mat, moving slowly towards his corner as Alexander reaches out with his hand to make the tag. LJ however, quickly scouts the attempt and shoots into the ring, getting the referee's attention. Kull makes the hot tag and Alexander immediately starts hitting hard right hands to Brod, but the ref pulls him off, ordering him back in the corner. Alexander starts screaming at the ref that he made the tag while the DUX camp quickly drags Kull into their corner, both of them stomping away before Brod moves out of the ring. With the blind tag made LJ hits a low spin back kick that drops the exhausted Kull onto the mat. He once again pounces on the man, wrapping him up in a triangle hold.
Stanyer: "LJ targeting Kull's shoulder. Kull really needs to make the tag now."
Kull tries to force LJ's legs with his free hand as he begins to roll onto his side, but LJ stays put, watching the life drain from Kull. The capacity crowd begin stomping their feet loudly as Kull tries with his last ounce of strength, finally releasing the hold by rolling around and applying a modified side leg lock. Kull begins to wrench on LJ's knee as Brod suddenly rushes in and breaks up the men, who begin crawling to their respective corners. LJ tags in Brod and Kull finally gets the hot tag to Alexander, who charges in and connects with a devastating clothesline. LJ rushes in to save his partner but Alexander throws him through the ropes and back out of the ring. Brod tries to take the advantage with a quick charge but the tag champ spots him and pulls out a huge sambo suplex to the cheers of the crowd.
Stanyer: "The DUX were trying to take out Kull but now they have to deal with a fresh, fired up 280 pounder."
Alexander promptly picks up Brod and hits his finisher, the 'Fall of Rome' (Burning Hammer) and goes for the pinfall, but as the ref counts (along with the fans) LJ drags Alexander out of the ring just in time. Alexander hits LJ with numerous right hands before slamming him into the steel steps. Meanwhile, Kull has leaped onto the turnbuckle to a big pop from the crowd, as he signals, then flies off, performing a picture perfect phoenix splash to the flashing of light bulbs. The mat shudders as Kull lands with precision on top of Brod, but with Alexander the legal man, Kull can't make the pinfall. Finally, Alexander leaves a beaten up LJ and slides back into the ring, making the pin attempt Brod gets a hand up just before the three.
Poppa: "Lucky for Brod, LJ kept the legal man busy which gave him enough time to get his wits back."
Stanyer: "The DUX are showing some smart tactics. Illegal, but smart."
Alexander tags in Kull who immediately goes to work on Brod with a stiff boot to the midsection. He picks up the DUX member and Irish whips him, but Brod reverses the move and Kull goes running towards the ropes. Just as he rebounds, LJ deftly pulls down the top rope and Kull sails over, crashing down to the concrete below with a sickening thud. Alexander tries to interfere but the ref pulls him aside, as Brod hits a baseball slide, which sends Kull crashing into the barricade. The ref finally tells LJ to back off as Kull slides back into the ring, with Brod immediately taking to him with some harsh boots to the back, keeping Kull pinned on the mat. Eventually Brod picks him up, hitting a snap suplex before going for a pin attempt Kull forces a shoulder up after a long two count. Brod argues with the ref before picking Kull up and taking him to the DUX corner, twisting the tag champ's arm before tagging in LJ. Brod then hits one devastating DDT on Kull as LJ flips over the ropes, hitting a slingshot body splash. He hooks the leg for the pinfall but Kull once again kicks out just before the three. LJ quickly gets up and targets Kull's arm once more with an armdrag, followed by an armbar hold which wrenches on Kull's shoulder. Kull yells out as he slowly moves towards his corner, throwing his free hand out for a tag despite the fact that he's only reached the middle of the ring. He begins trying to strike LJ to free himself, but his free hand won't reach. In a desperate attempt to free himself, Kull pulls off a huge display of strength by slowly rising to his feet, LJ still attached. The crowd cheer, however LJ hooks his legs around Kull's throat and applies the 'Jansen Majik' (six second magic). Kull screams out at the added weight on his injured arm, as LJ turns up the pressure, but Kull is able to stumble to his corner and make the tag to his partner before dropping. The crowd cheer as Alexander flies through the ropes and hauls LJ to his feet before taking his head off with a powerful clothesline.
Stanyer: "Alexander once again stopping LJ's plans with extreme force."
Poppa: "I think Kull's been taken out of the match by the looks of it, though he hasn't gotten up yet."
Alexander picks LJ up again, but Brod takes him down with a chop block. The ref is furious at this stage, threatening to throw the match out if Brod interferes like that again as the Aussie smirks and simply strides back to his corner. As the ref lectures him, LJ sneaks in a low blow from the rising Alexander which puts the big man down to his knees, clutching his jewels. LJ takes the advantage with a swift kick to the face, which sends Alexander reeling, followed by a pin attempt, which Alexander powers out of after the two. LJ picks up the God of War, Irish whipping him to the ropes, but Alexander uses his energy to swing LJ into the turnbuckle before coming in after him with a massive diving forearm smash. LJ deftly leaps into the air and flips over Alexander, landing on his feet behind him as the tag champ smashes into the turnbuckle. Immediately, LJ throws Alexander onto the top turnbuckle before climbing up and giving the crowd a big kiss.
Stanyer: "This could be the Down Under!"
LJ goes for the 'Down Under' (Reverse Frankensteiner) but Alexander sticks to the turnbuckle, picking up LJ and throwing them both from the turnbuckle, hitting a huge rack pancake. LJ looks out cold as Alexander crawls over for the pin but Brod interferes just in time. Alexander immediately rises, backing away as Kull reaches over and tags himself in before leaping onto the turnbuckle to the cheers to the crowd. Just as he leaps off, LJ springs up and hits a dropkick to Kull's body in mid air, just as Brod charges in and lays Alexander out with a modified 'Lowrider', flipping over the top rope so Alexanders head hits the ropes and rockets him to the mat. With Alexander out, LJ slowly rises, holding the back of his head. He walks over to Kull's body and swiftly picks him up, setting him over one shoulder. The crowd hush as LJ hits the famed 'Bouncer' (Piledriver), the move that paralysed RMW superstar Bouncer Stevens. He goes for the pinfall .
1 . 2 .. 3! Winner via pinfall . The Down Under Xpress, Brod and LJ!!!
LJ slowly rises as his tag partner Brod slides into the ring. Both men embrace before taking the belts from the ref and raising them to a moderate cheer. 'Praise' by Sevendust hits for a second time tonight as both men mount a respective turnbuckle, raising the belts into the air.
Stanyer: "The crowd aren't big fans of the DUX but you can't help but cheer the performance they put on tonight."
Poppa: "Both teams putting on a huge showing in what could very possibly be the final tag team title match in the PWF. We've seen some fantastic champions over the years and it's great to end the division on such a high note."
Stanyer: "And now the Gods of War are slowly getting up!"
Both Kull and Alexander get to their feet, both men cradling their injuries. They watch as the DUX celebrate unbeknownst at each turnbuckle. Finally they drop to the mat and turn around to face their adversaries. Kull and Alexander look at each other before staring down the DUX before reaching their hands out for a handshake. Both Brod and LJ look at each other as the capacity arena begins buzzing .
Stanyer: "I don't know what the DUX will do are they man enough to accept the Gods of War's hands?"
Brod and LJ finally nod before extending their own hands and the crowd give a huge cheer as both teams shake, then embrace.
Poppa: "It's an emotional time and these teams probably won't bury the hatchet anytime soon, but for tonight at least, they can but their differences aside and honour the tag belts."
LJ and Brod point at Kull and Alexander and the crowd pop loudly for the Gods of War, who graciously raise their arms in acceptance before slowly leaving the ring. The DUX follow and as they look out to the sea of people, they all get a huge standing ovation.
Stanyer: "It's going to be a match to be remembered and hopefully theses fine superstars will have success in whatever they do in the future."
Poppa: "I hear LJ is already planning on challenging the PWF World champ tonight."
Stanyer: "Well good for him, I guess."
Stanyer: Well folks, it's now time for our one on one match between Kilgore & The Perfect Outlaw.
Poppa: Kilgore sounded rather nasty in his promo earlier. I almost feel sorry that TPO has to go out there and face him.
Stanyer: We all know the stipulation, if Kilgore does win the match, then The Perfect Outlaw must remove his mask and reveal his identity to everyone.
Poppa: Or more likely, Kilgore will remove the mask for him.
Credit: Solo
Once the intro to "Blood Stained" starts the lights go completely out except for a single dim crimson light. When the electric guitar riff cuts the intro off the dim crimson light brightens a very small amount and it begins to expand until "Blood Stained" starts proper, at which point the entire arena is filled with a crimson light that flickers on and off constantly. This is the point where Kilgore makes his entrance and he walks straight down to the ring, looking around him as he does with contempt. Once he is down by the ring he steps up onto the apron and then he walks over to the turnbuckle before stepping up onto the second rope and holding his arms up and his head down as if he'd been crucified. He then steps over the top rope and into the ring, bringing about the end of his entrance.
James: Introducing from Chicago, Illnois, weighing 280lbs, KILGORE!!!!
The lights dim as The Perfect Outlaw makes his way down to the ring to "Perfect" by Simple Plan. He makes no motion towards the crowd or anyone in fact. He just gets in the ring.
James: Introducing from Manhattan, New York, THE PERFECT OUTLAW!!!
Report: Referee rings for the bell as both men stare at each other. TPO glimpse for a moment at the crowd and is nailed in the face with an Elbow Smash by Kilgore. Slumped in the corner, TPO takes some heavy shots from Kilgore. TPO tries to fight out of the corner, but Kilgore just tosses him right back into the turnbuckle with his raw power. Kilgore steps back for a bit and charges in with his boot, but misses as TPO rolls out of the way. Kilgore now hung up in the corner, became an easy target for TPO. TPO charges in and kicks away at the other leg that Kilgore is standing on causing the big man fall to the mat with his other leg still hooked to the top rope. TPO takes advantage of the situation and kicks away at Kilgore's leg and more damage to an already injured leg. Before TPO could open up on Kilgore's leg the referee pushes TPO out of the corner. TPO charges back in to finish the job he started, but is forced back this time with a warning. The referee helps get Kilgore untangled from the ropes, but the damage to his knee has been inflicted.
Stanyer: You might not like the man, but Kilgore's could have some serious injury to that knee.
Poppa: Unfortunately for Kilgore these fans don't really feel sorry for the guy.
Stanyer: I agree on that.
Kilgore tries to get to his feet, but struggles desperately. TPO doesn't wait any more and charges in going to work on Kilgore's leg once again. Kilgore fights off TPO with his arms, but is over whelmed by TPO's speed. TPO drags Kilgore into the middle of the ring and spins his arm in the air singling to the crowd for the Figure Four Leg Lock. As TPO spins himself around Kilgore uses his other leg to push TPO off sending him through the ropes to the outside. The referee goes to check on TPO to see if he is all right after taking a hard fall. Kilgore uses the time to regain his mobility with his leg and walks toward the ropes. As Kilgore climbs out of the ring TPO meets him with some stiff chops to the chest sending him into the apron. The referee begins to administer the 10 count. 1 Kilgore pushes TPO into the guardrails hard causing TPO to fall to the floor holding his back. 2 Kilgore stomps away on TPO's back inflicting more damage. TPO lies on the floor holding his back as Kilgore slowly makes his way over to the steel steps. 3 As Kilgore picks up the top step, TPO slowly gets to his knees pulling himself up using the guardrails. Kilgore turns around with the steps and attempts to slam it onto TPO's back, but TPO moves out of the way. 4 The steps slam into the guardrail causing Kilgore to fall down from the force of the impact.
Stanyer: What is Kilgore trying to do? This isn't a hardcore match.
Poppa: He was only trying to return the favour for what TPO tried to do earlier in the match.
Stanyer: What is that suppose to be?
Poppa: TPO try to end Kilgore's career so he figure he do the same with TPO.
5 TPO gets to his feet and climbs back into the ring. Kilgore pulls himself up using the apron, TPO launches himself of the opposite side of the ring nailing Kilgore with a Baseball Slide breaking the 10 count. Kilgore is sent falling back to the floor holding his head. TPO looks to the outside then to the crowd. The referee looks at TPO and tries to talk him out of it. TPO waits for Kilgore to get up, and then launches himself over the top rope sending both men crashing to the floor. TPO is the first to reach his feet and climb back into the ring. Kilgore slowly gets back to his feet still feeling the effect of the early attack on his knee. Kilgore finally rolls back in after a long wait from TPO. Before Kilgore can get to his feet he is knocked to the matt by a Dropkick to the face. TPO covers Kilgore as the referee counts. 1 2 Kilgore kicks out with authority sending TPO over the referee. TPO quickly capitalize on Kilgore mobility and drops his leg over the back of Kilgore's head. TPO covers Kilgore once again. 1 2 Kilgore places his foot on the rope this time forcing the ref to stop the count. TPO thinks he has won the match, but the ref tries to explain to him that Kilgore foot was on the ropes. TPO turns around frustrated not knowing Kilgore was finally standing. Kilgore drills TPO in the face with a Big Boot sending TPO to the matt hard.
Stanyer: I think TPO is beginning to show frustration, because he couldn't put Kilgore away.
Poppa: Lets pray he doesn't take a fit like a certain someone I don't like.
Stanyer: If it who I think your referring too then I would agree that is quite ridiculous for a grown man.
Kilgore pulls TPO to his feet positioning him for a Powerbomb. TPO struggles as he is lifted up onto Kilgore's shoulders. TPO holds on as he is slammed back to the matt hard. Kilgore laughs as he sees his opponent holding his back. Kilgore covers TPO as the ref starts counting. 1 2 Kilgore pulls TPO's head up before the ref could count three. Kilgore mounts TPO and starts pounding away with stiff punches to the head. The referee tries tell Kilgore to stop using closed fist punches. Kilgore ignores the ref and continues to punch away. The ref begins to count to five demanding Kilgore to get off of TPO. 1 2 . 3 4 . 5 Kilgore still hasn't stop when the ref grabs a hold of his arm. Kilgore becomes upset with the ref and begins to get into his face. TPO takes this chance to get to his feet although before he could Kilgore catches him with a stiff kick to the ribs sending him to the matt again.
Stanyer: Here we go again. Kilgore temper is starting to get the better of him and is going to cause him this match.
Poppa: No doubt, but this is his personality and he is at his best when he is angry. Don't be surprise if he puts TPO away and finally reveal who he is.
Stanyer: What is it with not knowing who TPO is? Is it that much an annoyance to Kilgore?
Poppa: Why don't you ask him yourself if you're so much against the idea!
Kilgore pulls TPO up to his feet again this time lifting him up on his shoulder. Before Kilgore could plant TPO with The Eighth Sin he slips off and rolls Kilgore into a small package. 1 2 Kilgore kicks out of the surprise pin attempt with a look of shock. TPO quickly gets to his feet before Kilgore and dropkicks the big man down to the matt. TPO then climbs to the top rope much to the liking of the ref and waits for Kilgore to stand up. Soon as Kilgore gets to his feet he pushes the ref into the ropes causing TPO to lose his balance and fall landing on top of the turnbuckle. Kilgore follows up picking TPO up onto his shoulders again this time following through with The Eighth Sin. Kilgore makes the cover as the ref counts. 1 2 3
Stanyer: Kilgore finally put TPO away with the help of the ref.
Poppa: Don't blame Kilgore for taking advantage of the ref's position in the ring.
Stanyer: Why are you trying to justify Kilgore's action?
Poppa: I'm not. I'm only stating a fact that Kilgore would say himself.
Stanyer: Well, it looks like The Perfect Outlaw is going to have to reveal his identity after all.
Poppa: So come on, who is he then?
Stanyer: I don't know, but I think we are about to find out..
Kilgore is ripping at the mask, and then suddenly jerks backwards. He looks around, as if he isn't sure where he is. He sees what he was just doing and then he rolls out of the ring and starts to back away up the ramp.
Poppa: What the hell? I want to know who The Perfect Outlaw is dammit!!!!
Stanyer: Well, it looks like Kilgore turned into his 2nd personality, Leon Calvano, a just the wrong moment. But Kilgore did win this match, and we should by rights see TPO remove the mask himself, but I don't think he's in any condition to be removing masks right now.
Poppa: We're going to have to wait aren't we.
Stanyer: I'm afraid so.
Poppa: DAMMIT!!!!
The scene opens with Davey K watching the end of the Sandstorm interview with Ted Tedison stood next to him waiting for a reaction
Davey K: What the hell was that? Man, this boy has annoyed me, he has angered me now.
Tedison: So pretty mad are you Davey?
Davey K: How perceptive of you Ted. In fact give me the damn mic, I want to talk to Sandstorm.
Davey looks at the camera
Davey K: Now Sandstorm, I know your sorry sandy ass is watching this, as I've come to realise how obsessed with me you really are. Something you should realise about me Sandstorm, yeah I make jokes, yeah I have charisma, yeah the fans like me, but get one thing clear in that freak ass retarded head of yours, I'm not pretending to be something I'm not. Don't you think those jokes are becoming, well tired? I can't help it if I'm jiggified.
Tedison: Jiggified?
Davey K: Are you still here?
Tedison: Well I'm meant to be asking questions
Davey K: Ted, give me a few minutes, I need the time to talk to Sandstorm. You just sit there and think of some questions. Now Sandstorm, I hope I still have your full concentration. Were you trying to be funny in your interview? Were you, erm, trying to mock me? You- mock -me? It doesn't suit you, stay being the butt of the jokes, don't start trying to make them. What the fuck is a shizzo nizzo? Sounds like some kind of spot cream.
Your self-pity is also something that irritates. I'm sorry if you are somehow jealous of me having friends and an army of fans, where you have well as you said, pretty much nothing. I don't have respect by bossing people around, I get respect by being a Superstar and keeping jobbers like you in employment and away from the park bench and the liquor store. The reason you have no gold is nothing to do with me, you had the chance to get the U.S title from me at the last PPV but you failed, and you blamed me? There were other people in that match numb nuts. But I'm understanding you, well if I was a nobody, no friends, no real future, then who better to pick on then someone who can really push you up the pecking order. Since you've been picking on me, you've really manage to get that butt ugly face on the TV, getting some airtime must be nice.
But the time comes where its all got to end. I've picked on you from the start of this war, I've let you share my spotlight, but there's no room anymore, no room for you boy. So tonight it ends. After you've been pinned and are lying looking up at the roof, think to yourself that its time to move on, time to leave the Superstar as he is making you look a fool. I've done you a favour over the past few weeks by entertaining your ways, well that's finished tonight.
Tedison: And Davey, what's happening with Masta P, there seems to be a lot of disagreement between you.
Davey K: I haven't spoken to him since last week, and don't intend on speaking to him until he starts to see sense. I don't give a shit what he does tonight, he can be sure I'm not gonna be in his corner, he needs to remember how to wrestle. But tonight I'm focused on getting rid of Sandstorm. Enjoy the match Ted, you might want a front row seat, its going to be.....good.
Davey walks away
Stanyer: Both Davey K & Sandstorm are pretty fired up for this upcoming matchup.
Poppa: All this started because Sandstorm blamed Davey K for costing him the US Title at the Rumble.
Stanyer: Sandstorm was just angry about a lot of things, the splitup of the MoM, Golgotha, losing the US Title. Davey K became the focus of that anger.
Poppa: And tonight, we'll see how strong Sandstorm's feelings really are.
Credit: Splinter
Before "Fear" by Disturbed begins, everywhere goes dark, and then purple and blue lights flicker and then go all around, then focus on the entrance where Davey K is about to enter. The minute it focuses on the entrance, the music begins.
The Video is of Superstar Davey K, dancing with many attractive women on a beach and then in his variety of cars eg BMW etc. The camera zooms into the number plate, which reads "SUPERSTAR 1". Davey K can be seen driving the car with his customary expensive jewellery and designer silk shirts. The camera then focuses on Davey K standing next to his car as many bikini wearing women wash it, and Davey stands looking on with an American Football Shirt, with his name on the back that reads "Davey K - no.69". The Video goes on to show Davey in various expensive clubs.
Superstar Davey K walks down the aisle very confidently with a smug look on his face. He will come down dressed and have his wrestling gear underneath. His dress is either American Football Jerseys, baggy trousers and trainers if he is to wrestle. If he is out to cut a promo then he will be dressed smartly, wearing an open silk shirt, revealing jewellery. Davey K will stop every so often to look at a member of the crowd and show them the rings on his finger. All the time he will be nodding his head to the music on the speakers. When he gets to the ring he will walk up the steps, and enter the ring by going through the middle ropes. He immediately goes to the turnbuckle and stands with his arms stretched open, nodding to the music, pointing at his chest and mouthing "Who's the superstar Baby?", "Yeah, show me the money!".
James: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 266lbs, "SUPERSTAR" DAVEY K
The lights dim in the arena and the fans start to wonder who will be coming through the curtain. Yellow, and black lasers shoot down towards the stage and smoke enshrouds the rampway. The titantron lights up with the name "Sandstorm" on it in sand. A huge gust of wind can be heard and the name on the titantron blows away. All of a sudden, "Sugarcoat" by Breaking Benjamin erupts over the P.A system and the fans start to cheer. Sandstorm suddenly emerges from the smoke and struts down to the ring, slapping the fans' hands on his way. He enters the ring and does his signature taunt. The music cuts off, and the lights turn on. Sandstorm waits in the ring for his unlucky foe to make his presence felt.
James: Introducing from Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada, weighing 266lbs, "The Rage of the Sahara", SANDSTORM
Report: Sandstorm and Davey simply stand there, opposite sides of the ring. The two men stare a hole in each other, a month full of hatred culminating in this one contest. They both take a step forward, and then another. They take one last step forward and now their toes are touching. The two men are just staring at each other, the tension is almost tangible as the fans fall quiet around the arena. Suddenly the two men take a step back and an exchange of right hands starts up, first Sandstorm landing a hard punch followed by Davey. The two men land punch after punch, throwing their full body weight behind each blow. Sandstorm starts to get the better of Davey K, landing a series of rights that gets the Superstar back on the ropes. Davey finds himself whipped across the ring, on the way back Sandstorm hits a stiff clothesline. Sandstorm starts to nail Davey with a series of stomps before picking the Superstar up, Sandstorm throws Davey K to the ropes again. On the way back Davey baseball slides through Sandstorms legs and then flips to his feet, Sandstorm turns right into a martial arts hook kick that puts him right down. Davey then leaps into the air, spins and hits a spinning leg drop right across Sandstorms throat. Davey goes for a cover 1 Sandstorm kicks up and out. Davey gets up and then pulls Sandstorm up as well, Davey throws his opponent into the corner, he then poses for the crowd before nailing a hard martial arts punch to Sandstorms face. Sandstorm tries to fall forwards, limp, but Davey props him back up. The Superstar then proceeds to put Sandstorm up in a tree of woe, the Rage Of The Sahara being forced to hang upside down. Davey then lands a hard martial arts kick to Sandstorms chest, Sandstorm squirms but can't get out of the tree of woe. Davey proceeds to land a second hard kick to Sandstorms chest, which is now bright red. Davey takes a few steps back and again poses for the crowd. Sandstorm puts his arms in front of his chest onto to have Davey baseball slide into his face! The impact jars Sandstorm loose, he collapses in a heap on the mat. Davey rolls Sandstorm over and covers him 1 2 Sandstorm kicks out.
Poppa: Davey's really dealing out one hell of a
Stanyer: Don't say it. Just say Sandstorm is getting what he deserves.
Poppa: I'll say it once this match, you'll see.
Davey pulls Sandstorm up and throws him to the ropes, on the way back Sandstorm ducks under a roundhouse kick, he then spins Davey around and nails him with three right hands and then throws the Superstar to the ropes. On the way back it is Davey's turn to duck a clothesline, he grabs Sandstorm and goes for the K Factor (Bulldog) but Sandstorm manages to hold Davey up so he can plant Sandstorms face into the mat. Sandstorm then lifts Davey up high, as if to hit a backdrop, only to swing Davey downwards, as Davey comes down Sandstorm jumps into a sitting position, planting the Superstar face first into the mat between his legs. Davey lays there twitching from the massive impact as Sandstorm pulls himself up onto his knees. He then rolls the Superstar over onto his back and covers him 1 2 Davey kicks out, Sandstorm gets up and taunts the crowd. He is obviously quite proud of the move he just pulled off.
Stanyer: Innovative stuff from Sandstorm there, a back drop into a face plant. That could've broken Davey's nose.
Poppa: Or the rest of his face. That wasn't just innovative, it was damn impressive too.
Sandstorm eventually stops taunting the fans and grabs Davey's legs, , he drags Davey over to the turnbuckle and then launches the Superstar up into the top turnbuckle pad face first. Davey staggers away holding his face in pain, only to walk straight into a hard scoop slam from Sandstorm. Sandstorm then climbs his way up onto the turnbuckle, he then leaps off and comes down on Davey hitting a massive Optical Illusion (Shooting Star Press)! Sandstorm rolls away holding his ribs in pain as Davey lays on the mat spread eagled, obviously in pain. Sandstorm crawls over and covers Davey 1 2 Davey kicks out! The crowd goes wild, cheering loudly. Sandstorm drags himself up to his feet and gets in the referees face. The referee confirms the fact that it was a two count, Sandstorm doesn't look best pleased. Sandstorm pushes the referee out of his way and rolls out of the ring. He grabs a steel chair from next to the announce table. He rolls into the ring, Davey is starting to get up. Sandstorm raises the chair above his head, he goes to bring it down on Davey's face only to find the referee has taken it out of his hands. Sandstorm looks at his empty hands, Davey lashes out with a Davey KO (Sweet Chin Music) but Sandstorm ducks it. Davey's kick nails the chair straight into the referees face. The referee goes down with a cut on his head, Davey looks slightly thrown off by his fact. Davey doesn't seem to know quite what to do, but the decision is quickly made for him as Sandstorm low blows him brutally. Sandstorm follows this up by lifting Davey up into a piledriver position and then holding him there. Sandstorm lets all the blood rush to Davey's head before leaping into the air and then plants the Superstars head into the mat with a hard stalling piledriver. Davey rolls away holding his neck in pain, Sandstorm picks up the chair and holds it high above his head for all to see. The fans boo loudly.
Stanyer: Things aren't looking to good for the Superstar here, the referee is down and Sandstorm has his hands firmly on a steel chair.
Poppa: Agreed, I wouldn't want to be Davey K right now.
Sandstorm proceeds to bring the chair down across Davey's back with a sickening crack. Sandstorm proceeds to do this again, the steel hitting Davey's spine hard. The fans are booing like crazy as Sandstorm pulls Davey up off the mat, he then whips the Superstar to the ropes. Sandstorm ready's himself to swing the chair, but Davey ducks it. Sandstorm turns only to have the chair roundhouse kicked out of his hand and then gets nailed with the Davey KO (Sweet Chin Music) right in the jaw! Sandstorm is knocked right off his feet, he goes down hard. Davey drops to his knees exhausted, he then falls on top of Sandstorm for a cover. Davey lays there on top of Sandstorm, the fans chant out '1 2 .3!', but the referee is still down and out from the impact he took earlier on. Davey crawls away, he tries to get the referee to come around but the referee is down for the count, and bleeding quite heavily.
Stanyer: Davey had the match won, but the referee is down and in a bad way.
Poppa: The truth is its Davey's own fault, if he hadn't nailed the referee with the Davey KO earlier then this wouldn't be happening.
Stanyer: I suppose so, but it was an accident.
Davey grabs the steel chair and holds it above his head to a huge chorus cheers from the fans, who obviously want to see Sandstorm get his lot. Davey slams the chair into the mat and then pulls Sandstorm up to his feet. Yet another chorus of boos go up as Sandstorm lands a solid low blow to Davey. This isn't enough as Sandstorm lands a second low blow. Sandstorm then hoists Davey up into position, the fans are going wild with boos as Sandstorm plants the Superstar down onto the steel chair with a sickening Anubis Driver (Burning Hammer)! Davey bounces off the chair and then just lays spread eagled on the mat. Sandstorm then falls to his knees holding his jaw in pain. The crowd start a 'SU-PER-STAR! SU-PER-STAR! SU-PER-STAR!' chant, but Davey isn't moving at all. Sandstorm goes over to see if the referee is feeling any better, the referee reacts a little and crawls over to the turnbuckles, where he proceeds to collapse leaning on the bottom pad. Sandstorm shakes his head and goes over to the still stationary Davey K, he pulls Davey up and kicks him in the gut. He taunts the fans before pulling Davey up again to a standing position. He sets Davey up for the Mirage (Cradle DDT) but just as he lifts Davey up to the position where he would drop the Superstar, Davey slips out of Sandstorms grip down onto his feet. Davey pulls Sandstorm round and kicks him in the gut. He positions Sandstorm over the chair and hooks his arms. Davey is quite clearly running on nothing but instinct but he still manages to plant Sandstorm down onto the chair with a brutal Superstar Slam (Pedigree)! Davey falls to one side on the mat, Sandstorm lays face down on the chair.
Poppa: What a match we're seeing here, seemingly helped by the fact that the referee got nailed with a Davey KO earlier.
Stanyer: I would have preferred to see these two men face off in a straight up singles match without all of this unnecessary hardcore violence. If you want that watch A Date With Destiny.
Poppa: Well personally I'm, along with the PWF fans, not complaining. These two men need to get this out of their systems.
The two men are down on the mat, the referee starts to pull himself up on the ring ropes. He doesn't know what has happened, he can't seem to remember who hit him. He shouts to the ring announcer, but he can be heard to be indecisive as to whom to DQ. Instead he staggers over, kicks the chair out of the ring from underneath Sandstorm and then starts to count the two down and hurt men out 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Davey, from a crawling position, pushes Sandstorm over so he is facing upwards. Davey hooks the leg back for a cover, the referee gets down and counts 1 2 3! NO! The referee signals it was only a two count. Davey rolls away, with a shocked look on his face. The fans can't believe it either. Davey crawls over and pulls himself up on the ring ropes, he pulls himself up tiredly to his feet. Davey pulls Sandstorm up onto his feet and throws him to the ropes, on the way back Davey throws a huge Kashikaze (Clothesline From Hell) but somehow Sandstorm ducks it, he turns Davey round and proceeds to hit him with the Mirage (Cradle DDT)! Davey hits the mat hard, the two men lay there in pain as the referee, who is also in quite a lot of pain, starts the count out 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Sandstorm twitches over and gets an arm on Davey Ks chest 1 2 3! NO! Davey just, with split seconds to spare, kicks up and out of the pinfall. Sandstorm can't believe it, he pushes himself up onto his knees.
Stanyer: Look at Sandstorms face, he must be wondering what its gonna take to put Davey K away.
Poppa: I'm wondering the same thing.
Sandstorm drags himself over to the corner and drags himself up onto the top turnbuckle. He taunts the crowd and then Davey K. He stands tall, boos rain down as he leaps off and nails an absolutely massive Optical Illusion (Shooting Star Press)! Davey is crushed under Sandstorms weight, Sandstorm rolls away holding his ribs in pain. He then drags himself over and collapses on top of Davey 1 2 3!
Stanyer: Sandstorm might no longer be a fan favourite, but he has picked up the win here tonight.
Poppa: And what a big win it is for this up and coming superstar. It can't be long now before this man is deserving of a shot at the World Title.
Stanyer: Lets not forget about Davey K, he was close to winning this match tonight on many occasions, and if you ask me, has been deserving of a World Title shot for some time now.
Poppa: So we'll agree that both men are perhaps worthy of a World Title Shot, and leave it at that.
Stanyer: Indeed, congratulations to Sandstorm, who continues his impressive record on PPV's.
The scene opens up backstage where we see Gambino walking through the corridor moments before his Title match against Homicide. Ted Tedison makes his way into the picture
Tedison: Gambino, could I get a quick word from you on your match against Homicide?
Gambino: Sure Tedison, but there's not much to say about it.
Tedison: What do you mean?
Gambino: What do I mean? Well tell me Tedison, what are you expecting me to say? Do you wanna hear me tell you what I'm gonna do to Homicide out there tonight? You want me to say that I'm gonna rip him apart limb by limb and leave his bleeding carcass out there in the ring? You want me to go into detail about how brutal this match is going to be?
Tedison: Well...
Gambino quickly cuts Tedison off by ripping the microphone from his hand.
Gambino: Talk is cheap Tedison and quite frankly, I'm tired of doing it. I've had enough of the shit talking and game playing. It's time for some fucking action.
Gambino gives the microphone back to Tedison, pushing him back a bit as he does so. He then walks away
Backstage we go, and the camera comes into focus on the smug, yet stupified grin of Ted Tedison as he knocks at the locker room door labeled 'HOMICIDE.' A few moments pass and he impatiently knocks harder, as if his presence was ignored.. Then, suddenly, the door swings open, causing Tedison to stumble a step forward.. He falls right into the chest of 'His Massacreness' himself, Homicide, and there is no matching grin on his face, just a rock-solid grit in his jaw with narrow, focused eyes ready to lead the Massacre unto victory. Homicide pauses, waiting for Tedison to retain his stance and get the interview over with.. There is a silence, and Homicide breaks it;
Homicide: "If you interrupted my workout so you could stand there and smile like a jackass, I'll be going, Tedison.. I have better things to do.."
His Massacreness turns back into his locker room, only to be stopped by Tedison, who grabs him by the shoulder;
Tedison: "Wait!"
With a satanic stare, Homicide turns back to Ted.
Homicide: "Touch me again, Tedison, and you'll be missing an arm.. Got it?"
Tedison: "Sorry, Mr... Mr.. Homicide.. It won't happen again.. Now as for your match tonight.."
Homicide: "What about it?"
Tedison: "I was just getting to that if you'd gimme' a.."
Homicide: "..A second? Well I'd don't have all the time in the world, Tedison.. You have exactly ONE minute.."
Tedison: "Alright, alright.. Now about your match.. The stipulations are 'No Disqualification,' which is a specialty of both you and your opponent, Antonio Gambino.. With that said, who do you think has the advantage?"
Homicide: "I do."
Tedison: "You do? Why do y.."
Homicide: "Ted, lemme explain something to you.. You asked for MY opinion, MINE, not yours or anyone else's.. Just mine.. If you wanna hear the story of the guy who asked too many dumb questions, I'll be glad to use you in my examples of.."
Tedison: "Actually, I'd like to hear that stor..."
Homicide: "SHUT UP!!!!!!!!"
Homicide looks at his watch;
Homicide: "Time's up, Ted.. My turn to run the show!"
His Massacreness grabs Ted and ejects him out of the camera view in a rage, then he turns and stares deep into the lens, directly focusing in on his real nemesis, Antonio Gambino;
Homicide: "Gambino, I agree, the time for talk is over.. My words can only go skin deep, but my actions can put you SIX FEET DEEP!! Got that? I'm not M-V-D or Crusader Chrome or Eraser, I'm His Massacreness for a reason.. My career is a long list of names and Massacres! I clawed and scrapped for my place in this company today - I didn't get it given to me! I didn't start at the top; I've made every sacrifice to get here, and I will not let my efforts fall short once more! ..ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, AND IT'S TIME FOR A CHANGE!!.. The title is mine, YOU- ARE MINE!!! Tonight a MASSACRE will be UNLEASHED, and only I will survive.."
The Massacreness turns away, then stops himself for one last word;
Homicide: "Polish the belt once more, and kiss it goodbye, Gambino.. The reign of The Massacre begins tonight! All will hail me.. ALL WILL RECOGNIZE!!!!!!!!!!!"
Homicide tosses the microphone at Ted - who still sets slouched up against the wall - and disappears back into his locker room to prepare for the match of his life. The camera fades to static.
Stanyer: Well this is it folks, tonight's main event. You heard it quite clearly from both men, they are ready for this match.
Poppa: I've waited so long to see these two step into the ring against each other, it seems like a lifetime.
Stanyer: This match has been anticipated since the moment it was revealed that Homicide was the man who destroyed Outlaw all those months back. And now they go at it, one on one, man to man. Two men, No Disqualifications, one World Title. What more could a wrestling fan ask for.
No Disqualification Match
Credit: The Pelican
The arena blackens and the opening cords of "Awake" by Godsmack are guitarred, breaking the silence of the crowd. On the UltraTron, a scene of mass destruction appears with three distant objects violently stampeding toward screen. They loop out of view, then consecutively RECOGNIZE.. OR.. REALIZE stamp the screen in dripping blood words, making them appear to shatter through glass when they collide with it, keying silver explosions (representing the glass) to reach the rafters from the stage with each of the 3! The music is now at full intensity and the arena lights begin to flicker in a red fiasco. The crowd erupts into a fury of boos and jeers when the curtain moves aside and His Massacreness steps out on the stage and swaggers down to ringside, occasionally giving the odd fan an angry glare. He climbs up on the apron on the outside and poses (like Ken Shamrock) revealing his buff physique, then appearing to snap and his inner-aggression overtakes him while he is being introduced..
James: "Making his way to the ring, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, and weighing in at 292 pounds; He is "The REAL Boston Massacre" ... HOMICIDE!!!"
The arena lights dim as "Immortal" by Adema blares through the sound system. A red Gambino logo flashes across the tron screen, as various highlights from Gambino's career are shown. Several shots of him holding up the PWF World Title are shown. Red lights flash throughout the arena, creating a strobe light effect. The words ICON & LEGEND are flashed across the tron screen. More red lights shine upon the stage, near the entrance area, creating an eerie red glow around the curtain. A spot light then aims towards the entrance, as Gambino steps forward onto the stage and into the light. He walks further onto the stage, stopping at the top of the ramp. The light gives off a near blinding reflection from the gold on the World Title, which is strapped tightly around his waist. He raises his arms in the air as if to celebrate, then makes his way down the ramp. Once he reaches the ring, he climbs in and walks to a corner. He climbs the turnbuckle and looks out over the crowd as he once again raises the World Title high above his head. He then climbs down from the turnbuckle and awaits the beginning of the match.
James: Introducing, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 245lbs, ANTONIO GAMBINO
Report: Senior Referee Mark Johnson calls both men to the centre of the ring and instructs them on how he wants the contest to be wrestled. Gambino & Homicide are paying very little attention to the ref, they are staring deep into each other's eyes, waiting for the other to give. Finally Homicide smiles and then does a belt signal with his hands around his waist. Gambino doesn't need to make any belt signals, he has the real World Title in his hands. He raises it to the side of his head and points at it, and indicates to Homicide that it will still be around his waist at the end of the night. Gambino then hands the World Title to Mark Johnson, who raises it high above his head and parades around for the fans to see. He hands the belt over to the timekeeper and then he calls for the bell. There is a huge roar from the fans as they anticipate a great match.
Poppa: You can just sense that this is going to be a great match.
Stanyer: And they haven't even touched each other yet.
The two men circle around the ring, they each make a couple of motions for a tie up, but when the other doesn't respond, they step back and continue circling. Finally, they clash in the middle and go into a collar & elbow tieup. The two try to overpower each other, but it's clear that Homicide has the advantage when it comes to raw power and despite a resolute effort from Gambino, Homicide pushes him back into the corner. Surprisingly, Homicide gives a clean break, something he doesn't have to do in a No DQ contest.
Poppa: Little bit of mind games from Homicide, he got the better of Gambino there, and just wanted to make sure he knew that.
Gambino rolls his neck and then paces around in a circle once more, feeling out the big man. They tie up a 2nd time and once again, Homicide shows his power and easily pushes Gambino back into the corner. Homicide gives a clean break again, but Gambino pounces on this opportunity and connects with a hard right hand. Caught by surprise, Homicide wails out with a haymaker, which Gambino easily ducks. Gambino then connects with a couple more right hands knocking Homicide into the corner he himself was pushed into. Gambino then lays into Homicide with a few hard boots to the gut before he goes for an irish whip across the ring. Gambino follows in with a clothesline, but Homicide moves out of the way, fortunately, Gambino reacts quickly and stops himself from running into the turnbuckle. Homicide doesn't seem to be interested in an attack, he just backs away and waits for Gambino to turn and face. The two circle once again, they go for a tieup, but this time Homicide connects with a knee to the gut. He hits a 2nd and then locks in a headlock followed swiftly by a punch to the head. Gambino reels backwards and leans on the ropes for balance. Homicide quickly whips him away and goes for a clothesline, but Gambino ducks underneath and comes off the ropes and takes off and connects with a Flying Back Elbow. He scrambles over for a very early cover. 1 Homicide easily powers out. Both men are quick to their feet and an exchange of right hands begins immediately. The quicker Gambino gets the upper hand this time and sends Homicide into the ropes. Homicide comes charging off with a clothesline, but Gambino smartly goes low and takes down the challenger with a dropkick to the knee. Homicide climbs angrily to his feet. He takes a couple of right hands from Gambino and then grabs him by the throat and tosses him like a rag doll into the corner. Homicide then goes for the Boston Haymaker, but Gambino ducks it and spears Homicide into the corner. He follows it up with a couple more shoulder blocks and then pulls Homicide out and delivers a simple Vertical Suplex. He floats over and hooks the leg for the cover. 1 .2 . Homicide powers out quickly. Homicide rolls away from Gambino and slowly begins to pull himself to his feet. Gambino keeps his distance, knowing that he has Homicide rattled.
Stanyer: So far, Gambino is outsmarting Homicide, which isn't really what we expected.
Poppa: With everything that has gone on between these two guys, I expected Gambino to come out all guns blazing, and Homicide to be the one playing smart, picking Gambino off as he makes mistakes.
Stanyer: Instead, Gambino isn't charging in recklessly, and he's frustrating Homicide into making mistakes.
The two men circle the ring one more time, exchanging glances. They move towards each other and tie up once again, this time Gambino lashes out with a hard right hand, followed by a boot to the gut. He then tries to whip Homicide to the ropes, but the big man counters and scoops Gambino up and plants him with a Sidewalk Slam. He hooks the leg for his first cover of the night. ..1 Gambino with an easy kickout. Homicide holds Gambino by the hair as he is getting up, and delivers a few knees across the chest. He then tries to hoist Gambino high above him with a Gorilla Press, but Gambino deftly slides down the back of Homicide and promptly plants him with a Back Drop. Gambino with another cover. 1 .2 . Homicide with a simple kickout. Gambino sits Homicide up and then snaps on a Reverse Chinlock, using the move to take a minute out and catch his breath. Homicide quickly fights his way to his feet and scores with a couple of elbows to the gut, he then pushes Gambino away into the ropes. Homicide goes for a back body drop, but Gambino kicks him clean in the face. Homicide reels backwards for a moment, and Gambino moves in on the offensive with right hands. But an attempt to knock Homicide down goes awry, as the Challenger ducks the right hand and catches Gambino under the arm. He then plants him with a Sambo Suplex, and goes for a cover. ..1 2 . Gambino kicks out comfortably. Gambino struggles up to his feet and takes a couple of hard right hands before Homicide scoops him up and delivers a classic Body Slam. Homicide then comes off the ropes and delivers a Hard Elbow Drop. He doesn't cover this time, instead he mounts Gambino and unleashes a volley of hard right hands. He pulls Gambino up and throws him towards the corner, taking his time now. He moves in and delivers a pair of hard knees, then a stiff right hand. Homicide whips Gambino to the opposite corner and then follows him in at full tilt. But Gambino leaps onto the 2nd turnbuckle and leaps off with a Flying Back Elbow. Homicide has no chance of moving out of the way and takes it clean across the jaw. Homicide pulls himself up, only for Gambino to quickly lock him in a front facelock. He then swings left, then right and then delivers a hard Swinging Neckbreaker. Homicide holds the back of his neck, while Gambino hooks the leg for the cover. ..1 ..2 . Homicide kicks out.
Stanyer: So far we haven't seen it utilized, but do you think the No DQ clause will play a major part in the outcome of this match.
Poppa: Huh? Why you asking me a tough question like that?
Stanyer: You're the colour man, it's your job.
Poppa: Oh yeah, I suppose it is. Well of course I do, both Gambino & Homicide are renowned for their brawling skills, it's only a matter of time before the action spills out of the ring, and we'll see the action become violent.
Stanyer: See, wasn't too hard now was it?
Gambino picks Homicide up and spears him back into the turnbuckle. He then delivers a couple of shoulder blocks, doubling Homicide over and forcing him down to a sitting position. Gambino then connects with a few kicks to the chest before backing away. He then charges in looking for a big knee across the face, but Homicide pulls himself out of the ring and Gambino crashes knee first into turnbuckle. Homicide quickly sweeps Gambino's legs and drags him out of the ring. Gambino connects with a couple of right hands and then goes for an irish whip, but Homicide reverses and whips Gambino hard and aggressively into the steel ring steps. The World Champ takes the blow hard on his back. Homicide doesn't let up though, he pulls Gambino up and immediately spears him into ring itself. He then powers Gambino up into the bearhug position before charging to ram his lower back into the ring post. Homicide releases Gambino, who rolls around the floor holding his lower back. Homicide drags him to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Homicide follows him in and goes for a cover. ..1 ..2 .. Gambino kicks out, and then immediately holds his lower back. Homicide pulls Gambino to his feet and pushes him so he his chest first in the turnbuckle, and then goes to work on the lower back, first with driving shoulder blocks. As if that wasn't enough, Homicide delivers a vicious knee to the back and then he lifts Gambino up and plants him with a High Angle Back Drop. He pounces on him for another cover. .1 .2 Gambino kicks out, but again moves to hold his lower back.
Stanyer: Homicide looking to use the oldest tactic in wrestling, pick a body part and wear it down.
Poppa: It might be the oldest tactic in wrestling, but it still works like a charm.
Homicide takes his time as he pulls Gambino to his feet. He hoists him up for a Vertical Suplex, then holds him up there, letting the blood rush to the head. The crowd begin to murmur as Homicide passes 10 seconds quite easily, then after holding Gambino up for more than 15 seconds, Homicide brings the world champ crashing back down to earth and instantly floats over into a cover. ..1 ..2 . Gambino gets his shoulder up. Homicide rolls Gambino over and then sits on his back as he locks in a classic submission hold, the Camel Clutch. Gambino cringes as pain shoots through his lower back. Mark Johnson asks if he wants to give it up, but there is no chance of Gambino doing that, and Homicide knows it. Which is why he released the hold and drags Gambino to his feet. Homicide whips Gambino into the ropes, but he hooks the ropes and stops his momentum. Homicide takes a moment to realise, as he had bent down for a Back Body Drop. Gambino then explodes on Homicide and flattens him with a clothesline. Homicide staggers up to his feet as Gambino comes off the ropes again, but this time Homicide is the one doing the surprising, as he snaps Gambino over for a picture perfect Powerslam. Homicide hooks the leg. 1 2 . Gambino gets his shoulder up. Homicide pulls Gambino up, and now he is angry. He powers Gambino up above his head into a Military Press, and shows off to the crowd how easily he can manhandle Gambino. He then drops him onto his shoulder and delivers Intentional Homicide (Body Press to Front Powerslam). Homicide doesn't cover, instead he drags Gambino up to his feet again. He scoops Gambino up and then carries him around the ring, taunting the fans before delivering a hard backbreaker, but not letting Gambino go. He taunts the fans again, before delivering a 2nd backbreaker. Still he won't let Gambino go, one more time he carries Gambino around the ring before delivering one last Backbreaker. This time he lets Gambino go, and he rolls around the mat holding his lower back. Homicide doesn't cover, instead he sits on Gambino's back and locks on the famous Boston Crab. Gambino holds his head as pain racks his body. He reaches out towards the ropes, but he is in the centre of the ring, and they look a long, long way away from where he is. Homicide is almost giddy with excitement as he leans back as far as he can to put the strain on Gambino's lower back. Gambino isn't World Champion for nothing though, and he slowly begins to pull himself towards the ropes. Homicide's excitement starts to dim, but then aggression takes over and he starts to wrench back even more, and it stops Gambino's motion towards the ropes.
Stanyer: This could be it, we could be seeing the end of Gambino's 2nd reign as PWF World Champion, if only he can just reach the ropes.
Poppa: He's taken an awful lot of punishment Jay, I don't know if he has the reserves to pull something like this off. That lower back must be tearing him to pieces, I can't believe he's survived this long.
Stanyer: That's part of what makes him the World Champion, hell that's part of what makes him a legend here in the PWF. Sometimes you just gotta have faith in someone, and I can just feel it in my bones that Gambino is going to make it out of this, I don't know how he'll find the strength, but I just know he will.
Gambino looks close to passing out, and Mark Johnson was about to check his arm, when the world champ jerks to life and motions the referee away. He powers himself up onto his hands and makes a big push towards the ropes. He gets within a few feet, but Homicide wrenches back at just the right time, and Gambino drops back down onto his chest. Knowing that he is almost there gives Gambino the strength to make one last push. He clambers hand by hand and stretches out, and collapses, but does manage to grab the bottom rope. Mark Johnson orders Homicide to release the hold, but he refuses, so the ref gives Homicide a 5 count, and then Homicide does release the hold, despite the fact he can't actually be disqualified. Mark Johnson starts to have words with Homicide, but the poor ref is sent sprawling on his ass as he chose to get the hell out of the way when Homicide threatened to aim an elbow in his direction. Homicide, fired up, rolls out of the ring and looks underneath the apron. The crowd give a loud cheer as Homicide drags out a table. The Boston Massacre slides the table into the ring, where Mark Johnson tries to kick the table out again, but Homicide reminds him of who is in control here. Homicide picks the table up and props it up against the turnbuckle. Mark Johnson tries to reason with him, but Homicide is having none of it. Homicide finally leaves the referee and turns back towards Gambino. His eyes widen as Gambino comes from nowhere to Spear him straight through the table.
Stanyer: MY GOD!!! Where did that come from???
Poppa: I was watching Homicide argue with the referee, and then BOOM, out of nowhere comes Gambino!!!
A replay plays, and we can see that while Homicide was distracted by the referee & with setting up the table, Gambino climbed to his feet and was waiting patiently for his chance.
Stanyer: Well Gambino has turned this match on its head now. One minute and there can only be one winner, and suddenly it's all back in the open again.
Poppa: This match is about to get interesting.
It's a slow struggle as both Gambino and Homicide are trying to get to their feet. Gambino is buoyed by the crowd chants of "Gambino". Finally both men are on their feet and then Gambino unleashes a volley of right hands on Homicide. He backs him into the ropes and then irish whips him. Gambino charges and crashes into Homicide with a Reverse Elbow. Homicide is quick to his feet, where Gambino boots him in the gut, hits a throat thrust and then snaps Homicide into an arm wrench before he connects with the Back Heel Kick. Homicide rolls away towards the ropes, but Gambino doesn't care as he simply lifts Homicide onto the bottom rope and then uses it to choke him. He sits on Homicide's back & neck, choking him while he argues with referee Mark Johnson, and only reluctantly sitting up, giving Homicide a chance to breathe. Gambino pulls Homicide up, giving him some trash talk as he does so, then he connects with a knee to the gut. Gambino then plants Homicide with a quick Suplex, stopping for a moment afterwards as he reaches for his lower back, but he takes a couple of breaths and then gets to his feet and begins to pull Homicide up. He drags Homicide over towards the corner where he climbs up and then begins to his some hard right hands. The crowd chant along with him. 4 5 6 7 8 9 but no 10, as Homicide powers Gambino up and walks out of the turnbuckle, but Gambino counters with a quick poke of the eyes and then as he lands on his feet, he snaps Homicide up and he lands In Harm's Way (Sambo Suplex). Gambino goes for the cover. .1 .2 . Homicide kicks out. Gambino backs away and taps his thigh, signalling for the Mafia Kick, Homicide slowly staggers to his feet, and Gambino goes for it, but Homicide catches the leg and spins Gambino around before connecting with the Boston Haymaker, which sends the world champion sprawling. Gambino is quick to his feet, but Homicide charges and knocks Gambino clean over the top rope with a devastating clothesline. Gambino gets to his feet, feeling his lower back. Homicide rolls out of the ring and picks Gambino up, he then rams him into the far ring post. Gambino rolls around the floor holding his lower back, and grimacing in pain, while Homicide takes a timeout. The challenger picks up the World Title and goes over to the announcer's table, where he shoves it in Jason Stanyer's face. Homicide then throws the World Title to one side and turns to face Gambino, and is taken by surprise again as Gambino catches him with a perfect Mafia Kick. Homicide staggers and then falls onto the announcer's table. Gambino follows up with a few quick right hands, before he then heads back into the ring where he starts to climb the turnbuckle.
Stanyer: Oh no, it's too far Gambino, you don't have to do this!!!!
Poppa: I'm gone!!!
Stanyer: OH MY GOD!!!! A Guillotine Leg Drop off the top turnbuckle, DRIVING Homicide through our announcers table. Unbelievable.
Poppa: (He is trying to say something, but it appears that his mic is out).
Stanyer: Looks like Poppa's mic is out, so I'll have to cover this one alone. What a move from Antonio Gambino. And it may be the turning point in a match of turning points. Twice now Homicide has taken time out to do something other than beat down Gambino, and on both occasions he has been caught out, and ended up going through a table. Now we have two broken bodies on our destroyed announcers table. Oh man, Gambino has one nasty cut on his left arm, looks like one nasty shard of wood has ripped him open. That's gonna need stitches later tonight. I'll see if I can get a close look at Homicide, oh man, he has been busted wide open. I don't know how, perhaps one of the monitors collapsed on his head, but he is losing a lot of blood.
Poppa: Can ya hear me Jay?
Stanyer: I can hear ya Big Poppa, they got your mic fixed at last.
Poppa: What a move from Gambino!!!! I didn't think he had it in him!!
Stanyer: Gambino will do anything when it comes to that PWF World Title. It means more to him than anything in this business.
Poppa: I see movement, it looks like these two are starting to come around.
Stanyer: That cut on Homicide's head looks even worse now I can see it better, he's really gonna need some medical attention after this one.
There is a groan from the crowd as they witness Gambino pulling a large splinter out of his arm. Gambino grips his arm and sucks up the pain.
Poppa: Oh man, I did not need to see that.
Stanyer: That looked painful, but the action is getting back under way, Gambino has Homicide, he's looking to get him back into the ring.
Gambino does indeed rolls Homicide back into the ring and then climbs in and goes for a cover. .1 ..2 . Homicide just gets his shoulder up. Gambino groggily pulls Homicide up to his feet and sets him up for the Gambino Facebuster, but Homicide counters with a couple of elbows to the side of the head and then pushes Gambino away into the ropes. Homicide then catches Gambino and plants him with a Side Belly to Belly Suplex. Homicide snaps the leg back for a cover. .1 .2 .. Gambino just gets his shoulder up. Homicide drags Gambino up to his feet and performs a cut-throat motion, to signal the end of the contest, but it is premature as Gambino scores with a low blow and then hooks both arms of Homicide and delivers a Double Arm DDT. Gambino goes for the cover. .1 ..2 .. Homicide again just gets his shoulder up. Gambino drags Homicide to his feet, but the big man slides behind Gambino and hooks both arms and hits the Ethnic Cleanser (Release Tiger Suplex). Homicide goes for the cover. .1 2 Gambino just gets his shoulder up. Homicide then heads over towards the turnbuckle and begins to make his way to the top turnbuckle, albeit slowly. He gets there and dives off with the Atomic Headbutt, but Gambino moves out of the way and Homicide hits nothing but canvas. The crowd are willing Gambino on as he waits for Homicide to get to his feet, he then hooks him up and plants him with the Gambino Facebuster. Gambino hooks the leg. 1 .2 . Somehow, Homicide gets his shoulder up, much to the disbelief of pretty much everyone in the arena. Gambino isn't done yet though, and he waits for Homicide again, preparing him for a 2nd finisher. Gambino hooks Homicide up for it, but just before Gambino goes into the slam, Homicide manages to hook the world champion's head. The crowd murmurs immediately, as Homicide hoists Gambino up and plants him with The Boston Massacre. A stunned crowd hold their head in their hands as Homicide goes for the cover. .1 ..2 .3!!!!!!!!
Stanyer: A spectacular exchange of hard-hitting moves and pinfalls has lead us to a stunning end to what has been an amazing contest.
Poppa: Right at the end, both men gave everything they had to try and get the win, and it was Homicide who just managed to pull it off.
James: Your winner, AND NEW PWF, WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, THE BOSTON MASSACRE, HOMICIDE!!!!!!!
"Awake" by Godsmack is already playing throughout the arena, as referee Mark Johnson hands Homicide the World Title. The crowd aren't booing or cheering, they are just in a stunned silence for now.
Stanyer: I don't think Homicide can quite believe it. He's dreamt of this day since he came into the PWF, and now it's finally happened, he needs to make sure it isn't a dream.
Poppa: I don't think this crowd can believe it either, they haven't cheered, they haven't booed, they are just absolutely stunned.
Gambino is struggling to his feet, when he realises he is no longer the PWF World Champion. He takes it like a man though, and struggles up to his feet. He and Homicide stare at each other across the ring. And despite their differences, Gambino offers out his hand. Homicide seems taken aback, this was something he didn't expect.
Stanyer: This show just what a great man Gambino really is, despite everything Homicide has put him through, he is still willing to shake the mans hand after a great match.
Poppa: But is Homicide willing to do the same.
Homicide seems a little unsure at first, but then he begins to make his way towards Gambino, still being cautious. The two meet in the middle of the ring and Gambino's hand is still extended. Homicide seems to be thinking about it, then he offers his hand and the two shake hands in a great display of sportsmanship. The handshake quickly becomes a hug, and then Gambino even sportingly raises Homicide's hand. The crowd give a rousing round of applause for both men. Gambino then lets Homicide go and heads towards the edge of the ring. But the instant Gambino turns his back, Homicide clatters into him and knocks him down with the World Title belt.
Stanyer: That was uncalled for!!!!
Poppa: The guy offers him the hand of sportsmanship, and how does he repay him? With betrayal. I thought that I might like Homicide as World Champion, but now I just don't see that happening.
The crowd boos loudly as Homicide lays into Gambino and then finally tosses him over the top rope and out of the ring. He then climbs the turnbuckle and raises the World Title high above his head. Chants of "asshole" ring around the arena.
Stanyer: Well I think the chant directed at Homicide is quite appropriate. We are out of time folks, we'll see you when PWF TV returns after the Roster Merger.
Poppa: Despicable, absolutely despicable. Oh yeah, See you around everyone.
We see one last shot of Homicide standing in the middle of the ring, the World Title being put around his waist by referee Mark Johnson.