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Toronto
SkyDome
Toronto, Onatario, Canada
Sunday Novermber 30th
Attendance: 66,359
Toronto, Onatario, Canada
Sunday Novermber 30th
Attendance: 66,359
Stanyer: Ladies & Gentlemen, Welcome to The End of the World IV!!!!
Poppa: Four? I thought this was number 2?
Stanyer: The original PWF back in early 2000 held both EotW I & II. III was of course in November 2001, and now on November 30th 2003, we host The End of the world IV!!
Poppa: I remember wrestling in the last one, I was alongside Sabre as we took on the Gods of War.
Stanyer: And won if I remember correctly.
Poppa: Indeed you do, I went on to win 3 awards that year as well.
Stanyer: Tonight is the biggest night on the PWF calendar, and what a lineup we have for you tonight.
Poppa: First up, Rainmaker will face Eraser with the winner claiming a PWF Contract.
Stanyer: Then we have MVD taking on Jonny Lang in an "I've been Spanked" match, which is apparantely an S&M version of an I Quit Match. Should be… bizarre.
Poppa: We also have DUX taking on Cult members Spectre & Toran Crest.
Stanyer: Rex Idol will take on Zion Crest for the United States Title.
Poppa: We have the much-anticipated Desperation v Nightshade contest.
Stanyer: The awesome Triple Hell in a Cell Match, where 6 men will step into one of the most dangerous matches ever designed. Krimson, Splinter, Solo, Kilgore, Gambino, we think, and of course, the Extreme Champion Cyrus deWynter who is in this match against his wishes.
Poppa: And finally, the Main Event contest, a Double Jeopardy Match, two matches taking place in the same ring at the same time, Sabre v Golgotha & Homicide v Davey K. The winners of those two matches go on to face each other with the winner becoming the Unified PWF World Heavyweight Champion.
Stanyer: It's going to be one spectacular night. So let's not waste any more time with chatter, let's get our first match under way.
Poppa: This match involves an old friend of mine from SEW, Rainmaker.
Stanyer: And a PWF Veteran, Eraser. Both are looking to get into the PWF, the winner of this match will automatically receive a PWF Contract. A lot on the line in this match.
Contract Match
Credit: Sabre
"Guerrilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine hits, as the tron flashes with images of Rainmaker hitting the Rain Drop as the superstar himself walks out from backstage. A few signs are spotted reading 'SEW 4 LIFE' and 'Rain on me' as the man steps out from behind the curtain. He raises his arms in acceptance of a decent pop from the token diehard fans who remember his earlier work, before climbing into the ring...
"Dragula" by Rob Zombie suddenly cuts off the celebrations, and the PWF veteran Eraser slowly walks out and down the ramp in a haze of blue lights and smoke. Once again, a few token crowd members pop at the sight of the huge former champion, who merely looks ahead at the ring, and the man in between him and a place on the roster...
Poppa: "So Stanyer, tell me again about this match up? I have a short attention span..."
Stanyer: "Well, basically our locker room is so stacked that we needed to figure out a way to pick the best of the best. And what better way than a match up?"
Poppa: "So we've got a fresh face and an old favourite, and it's a fight to the death, right?"
Stanyer: "Not to the death, dude. Just... y'know... wrestling."
Poppa: "But I paid for blood!!! Bloooood!!!!"
Report: Poppa gets to his feet, shouting at the top of his voice as the bell rings to start the first match of the night. Both men circle around each other warily, with Rainmaker moving to the left of Eraser, before quickly changing direction and moving in closer. Eraser attempts to grapple but Rain moves back, just a few steps away from grasp. Rainmaker then crosses to the right of his opponent, ducking a right hand and dropping a knee into the midsection. Eraser doubles over, and Rainmaker immediately takes the initiative, grabbing Erasers arm. Eraser, however, powers out of the hold before literally shoving Rainmaker across the ring. Rain shakes away the cobwebs, but doesn't move away in time as Eraser comes crashing in, sandwiching him against the turnbuckle. Rain drops to the mat, before being picked back up by the towering 6'10 Eraser. Eraser takes a swing at Rainmaker but the huge haymaker doesn't connect, as Rainmaker moves around behind the big man, wrapping his arms around and attempting a belly to back suplex. The crowd pops just at the thought of moving what looks like an immovable object, but Eraser doesn't give them the pleasure, hanging onto the top rope for leverage before popping off an elbow strike on Rain's jaw. The impact makes a sickening noise as Rainmaker reels back, holding his chin.
Poppa: "Dude, I think that one move just busted Rainmaker open."
Stanyer: "It's tough for anyone to go head to head against Eraser. I'm guessing someone who's 6'2 like Rainmaker isn't used to getting tossed around."
Poppa: "Depends on their home life, I guess."
Stanyer: "What?"
Poppa: "Nothing."
Rainmaker backs off towards the centre of the ring, but Eraser advances and immediately takes hold of Rainmakers arm, whipping him to the ropes. Rainmaker rebounds, luckily ducking a clothesline attempt that would've taken his head off, before hitting the opposite ropes and running back at Eraser. Eraser swings around as Rainmaker leaps up, grabbing Eraser by the head and hitting a huge swinging DDT. The ring bounces with the impact of Erasers head as the big man drops like a tree. Rainmaker springs back onto his feet as the fans pop for the newcomer...
Stanyer: "Big props to Rainmaker, he's been looking to hit a big move like that since the bell rang."
Poppa: "A few more of those and he might be in with a chance."
Rainmaker picks up Erasers legs, locking them in with the beginnings of a Sharpshooter, but Eraser desperately kicks out, hitting Rainmaker in the midsection before rolling out under the bottom rope to escape the submission move. Rain looks on as Eraser moves to the side of the ring before running in with a baseball slide. Eraser, however, grabs both of Rainmakers feet before swinging him violently against the barricade. The nearby crowd is stunned at the move as Rainmaker slumps onto the concrete, unmoving.
Poppa: "Holy crap! Rainmaker is dead!"
Eraser slowly walks around to the corner of the ring, inspecting the ring steps. He runs his hand over the top, slapping the cold steel before picking them up. The crowd are bizarrely silent as Eraser towers over Rainmakers body, holding the ring steps over his head. Eraser clenches his teeth before letting out a primal scream and dropping the steps..., which bounce harmlessly on the ground where Rainmaker was seconds before. Eraser turns his head as Rain pounces, hitting a chop block on the back of Erasers knee that brings the monster down before connecting with a savage dropkick to the back of the head. The arena breaks out in a 'holy shit' chant as a replay of Erasers skull smashing into the steel steps is shown on the tron.
Stanyer: "I think Rainmaker suddenly got the crowd on his side with that move!"
With a huge test of might, Rainmaker throws Eraser back into the ring, before lurching in himself. Both superstars are already busted open and weary but neither man looks ready to give up. Maker slowly approaches Eraser, holding the back of his head with one hand while grabbing a handful of Erasers hair in the other. Rainmaker tries a simple armdrag however Eraser still has the power to violently throw Rainmaker into a turnbuckle. Eraser takes his time however, checking his bleeding forehead before charging in, giving Rainmaker the time to quickly move out of the way. Eraser charges straight into the corner before Rainmaker comes in with a second dropkick to the knee. Eraser drops swiftly as Rainmaker signals to the crowd before finally being able to wrap Eraser up in a Sharpshooter. The crowd pops at the classic move as Eraser grits his teeth. Rainmaker pulls further back, arching his opponents back even more, but Eraser miraculously gets up on both hands, crawling back into the corner and touching the ropes. The ref taps Rain on the shoulder and he releases the deadly hold.
Poppa: "Eraser is showing some serious strength here. Rainmaker is constantly trying new techniques on him but nothing seems to faze the old schooler."
Stanyer: "Rainmaker is relying on the damage he's inflicting on that knee to bring Eraser down. From the looks of it though, it hasn't really affected Eraser too much. The guy looks practically unstoppable!"
Rainmaker walks up to Eraser once more, as the big man grabs the middle rope with one hand, pulling it down, while grabbing Rainmaker with the other and turfing him outside. Rain falls badly on the concrete, rolling over and over before stopping against the barricade, as Eraser slowly gets up to his feet, gingerly stepping around in an attempt to walk off the apparent foot injury. Rainmaker is back on his feet and quickly slides back into the ring, making a beeline for Eraser, who promptly lifts up his good leg and hits a big boot. Rainmaker drops to the mat, flat on his back, but Eraser is slow with the pinfall attempt... just as the ref is about to hit the three count, Rainmaker throws a shoulder up.
Poppa: "That big boot didn't have all the power in it then usual due to Rainmakers assault on that leg. Lucky for Rain, I guess."
Eraser picks Rainmaker up by the hair before slowly delivering a knee to the gut, doubling Rainmaker over and setting him up for a powerbomb. Eraser throws Rainmaker up over his head, but his balance is shaky as Rain tries to desperately counter with multiple punches to the head. Finally, Rainmaker is able to shoot down behind Erasers back, slamming him down and rolling him up in the same motion. Eraser kicks in the air awkwardly as the ref slides in... and is finally able to break free seconds before the third strike. Both men slowly rise to their feet before Eraser gets a Rainmaker signature dropkick in the jaw, which barrels him into the turnbuckle. Rainmaker closes in, but Eraser hits a savage elbow which sends the former SEW superstar backwards. Eraser then decides to climb onto the ropes in the corner, and the crowd pipes up at the unusual sight of such a huge wrestler trying a top rope move. Rainmaker, however, meets Eraser halfway by charging onto the same turnbuckle, hooking arms with Eraser, and throwing him over his head in a massive top rope belly-to-belly suplex. The entire ring shakes with the impact as light bulbs pop from the crowd. Rainmaker slowly makes his way to his fallen opponent, barely getting an arm across his chest... and finally, the bell sounds as the ref makes the three count.
James: "Your winner and LATEST member of the PWF roster... RAINMAKER!!!"
Rainmaker is slow to his feet and has a hand covering his ribs as the referee raises the other in victory as "Guerrilla Radio" blasts the speakers once again. Rain accepts the pop from the crowd before slowly limping out of the ring...
Stanyer: "Wow! I'm surprised the ring didn't explode!"
Poppa: "Don't you mean implode?"
Stanyer: "Whatever! Bottom line is, Rainmaker came up with the goods, showing some great technical spots right when they counted. Something tells me he'll make a great addition to the PWF family."
Poppa: "Especially if he's like, a werewolf or something."
Stanyer: "... Right."
The scene cuts to PWF parking lot where an anxious crowd are awaiting the arrival of Matt Van Dam. Unfortunately for him it is not a gathering of gWo-ites or Van Da-Maniacs but a pro gay rally! The crowd are seen chanting obsenities and wearing "GAP" clothing. Eventually Ted Tedison tracks down the ring leader of this gay mob to get their story!
Tedison:- OK I'm here now with a Mr "Richard" Izzard, is that correct?
Izzard:- Why yes young man!
Tedison:- Ok, can you please let our viewers know exactly why a "gay" rally is taking place outside of a live Pro Wrestling PPV?
Izzard:- Sure I can big boy. The gay community known as "GAP" or Gay and Proud is sick of seeing one it's own in Jonny Lang being discriminated by a biggot such as Matt Van Dam. Jonny Lang has been bullied and victimised by the biggest Anti- gay individual in the world, that being Matt Van Dam. We are here to offer our wholehearted gay support for Jonny as he takes one for the team in one of the most important events in gay history!
Tedison:- Well I'm sure Johnny is more than happy to take one for this team, lets await the arrival of Matt Van Dam!
After a few minutes the car lot is opened a stretched limo is escorted by a small private army into the parking lot. 20 men protect the car from either side, almost like a presidential appearance as MVD makes his way to the arena. There is a small mega phone attached to the roof of the limo as MVD begins to talk
MVD:- Well if this isn't the biggest sausage fest I ever saw!
Huge boo's come from the crowd with a few "you kissed lang" chants for good measure
MVD:- I just have a few things to say before I make my way into the arena to lick Jonny Lang's ass tonight! Firstly I'd like to inform you that there is no room in either wrestling or in society for butt-cowboys like you and Lang. Remember when the song said "This is a man's world" or it said "it would be nothing without a woman or a girl"! And just one more thing, when I have finished with Lang tonight please feel free to stick around after the PPV, as I have something that will cure you abominations! A nice being sawn off!
With that the limo wheel-spins and makes a dash for the arena but not before the GAP squad manage to land a good few hundred rubber dildo's at MVD's Limo!
A few minutes later the camera crew catch up with MVD in his dressing room, this time without Jennifer Van Dam. MVD is taping up his ankles and his hands, he is clearly ready to inflict some damage on the gay world's biggest hope. Then his cell phone rings....
MVD:- Hello?
JVD:- Hi baby,
MVD:- Hey Jenn, what's up you know I'm getting ready for the match.
JVD:- I just wanted to say good luck, I wish I could be there with you!
MVD:- Well I wish you were here too babe, but I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I allowed you to see the damage I'm going to cause to this guy.
JVD:- sounds nasty, I'll be here waiting for you when you get back........ don't be late!
MVD:- Don't worry, this one won't last long! Nite hun
MVD hangs up the phone and sits down on his couch and cracks his knuckles loudly
MVD:- If only they knew what I'm going to do, the PWF would never of sanctioned this match. I want this more than anything, I want to maim you Lang, I'm going to fucking hurt you! This is not a bullshit pro wrestling role-play Lang, I fucking hate faggots and I fucking hate you. They'll be no going soft on you tonight, by the end of the match you will know the price you've paid for your gay loving ways. I will teach you that it really does not pay........ to be gay (2 thumb pose)
Jumps to his feet and heads for the door of his locker room and pulls off his usual black leather beret, however this time it has a "swastika" upon the front. MVD gently applies the hat to his head and walks out proudly.......
Stanyer: We apologise for MVD's language there. We assure you that they are the opinions of one Mr Van Dam, and are not the opinions of the PWF in general. Which has nothing against Homosexuals or Homosexuality.
Poppa: You're good with the legal stuff aren't you?
Stanyer: I had a feeling that MVD was going to get out of hand, so I had it pre-written.
Poppa: Smart Move.
Out in the middle of nowhere, near a deserted highway that leads into a ghost town. Lightning crackles and thunder booms as a man walks alone, getting soaked in the down pouring rain. Lightning strikes near the man, illuminating a blazing cross that is tattooed against his left breast. He runs his hand through his hair, seemingly to get the water out, but to no avail. As lightning strikes again, the man is illuminated more than before, revealing that the man is Crucyfix. He runs his hand again through his red streaked hair, and throws his pack further over his shoulder.
"Legacy. What exactly is a legacy? One six-letter word, that means more than a million. People bicker back and forth like two spoiled kids over who is the one called a legend. Is a legend born on your accomplishments, or the respect you garner from the opponents you face in the ring? Do you make yourself a legend by wins, no matter if you did it yourself, or with the help of friends? Does it matter if you take the career of your opponent in your hand and crush it under your palm on the way to greatness? Is it better to take an opponent out of the game, to make your own road easier?"
Lightning continues to crackle as the man arrives on the outskirts of the ghost town. He slings his pack over his other shoulder, and lights a cigarette. He continues through to the middle of the town. Lightning strikes a tree, about fifty feet from Crucyfix, sending into an inferno that is soon put out by the torrential downpour. He continues, cigarette glowing in his mouth, miraculously untouched by the rain.
Or is it your sole accomplishments, won fair and square. No interference from friends or foes. Does it matter if your friend, a manager, helps you obtain what is so richly desired in this sport. The question still remains, what exactly makes a legend? You may bicker about who truly is, but the majority is what determines it. Many people have been chosen as the so-called legends that have been born in our modern day and age. You have Sabre, Gambino, and MVD. Others claim to be, like Golgotha, Davey K, and Homicide, and with the backing of the people, they soon might achieve this. Another question comes to mind when determining a legacy. Is it the amount of championships won, by any means possible. Is that why Nightshade is a legend, because he is a multiple time World Champion? I do not think so. I think it is because he has put his career and life on the line over and over again, to please one group of people, the fans. Him and the others, declared as legends of our times, are legends because the people believe they are. That is what determines a legend."
Crucyfix comes upon a worn down old church. He walks inside. Holes in the room, let rain pour in. He walks in and throws down his cigarette, still untouched by the rain. He grinds it under his left foot, and walks over into one of the dry corners. He throws his pack into the corner, and sits down slouching against an old bronzed cross. He runs his hand through his rain-soaked hair, sending the rain onto the ground in a great rush. He lights another cigarette.
"This new fed, Pelican Wrestling Federation, will be the end of another possible legend, myself. My story has been told throughout the industry, and my talent has been wanted ever since I retired two years ago. I resented the new kids coming in, declaring themselves legends because they had held one or two World Championships. They come into a fed, declaring they are the best of the best, when they have never fought anyone to deserve such a title. I was contacted by Mr. Pelican, and asked if I wanted to help out a federation that had the best of the best. He wanted me to prove myself one more time, to him, the fans, and more importantly….myself. When push comes to shove, I realize that I got out of the business for the same reason I had fought for in the last seven years, the fans. They are the true determining factor, of whether you become a legend, or a never-ending soul on path to self-destruction. Mr. Pelican told me to give it one last shot and show him what I was truly capable of. "
"He told me that I needed to get back into the business because the fans needed someone they could look at as a hero. Someone they could see as a saviour, one to rid this corrupted world of rookie legends, and so called masters of the ring. He told me I was needed for a higher purpose, and something I had to prove one last time. I was needed to prove I was once one of the best. Revered by those who respected my work in the ring, and also by my opponents for my conduct inside the squared circle. I decided that this is true. I need to prove once again to the fans, my friends and enemies that I am worth being called a legend. I need to prove to myself, that my past accomplishments were not gained on my own merits, but by the fans who loved me."
"Only one man in this fed has garnered my respect so far, as I have watched his in ring abilities from afar. One Mr. Antonio Gambino. He seems to show the same respect for the fans as I do, and the same utter disgust for the cocky newcomers. If there is one man who I would deem worthy of fighting in that ring for my debut, it would be him. Whether or not he steps up to the plate and accepts my challenge is another matter. I hope to see all you fans again soon, and hopefully it will be in the near future."
He puts out his cigarette on the ground in front of him, and slouches again. The lightning is still crackling, and as the light fades, so does Crucyfix.
Stanyer: Words from the latest signing to the PWF, "Crucyfix". And that sounded to me like a challenge to Antonio Gambino.
Poppa: Well, we don't even know if Gambino is coming back to the PWF, so who knows if he will accept the challenge.
Stanyer: Well Crucyfix is here tonight, but so far, nobody has seen Gambino, and his dressing room is empty.
Poppa: We shall just have to wait and see.
Stanyer: This contest could be rather bizarre, we don't actually have a clue what's going to happen. We are told it's an S&M version of an I Quit Match. We don't know what's going to happen, so we are just going to call this as we see it.
Poppa: All I know is that the match ends when someone asks for a Spanking.
Stanyer: Well there you go…
"I've Been Spanked" Match
Credit: Solo
"Gay Bar" by the Electric Six hits the arena as the bizarre Jonny Lang walks through the curtain. His trademark Fishnet see-through outfit covering nothing more than a Black Thong, and knee high Boots. He poses suggestively for the male fans as he makes his way down to the ring. Getting a few disgusting glances on the way.
James: Introducing, from San Fransisco, California, weight unknown, this is JONNY LANG!!!!
"Snap your Fingers, Snap your neck" by Dry Kill Logic plays as MVD walks down the aisle. MVD poses, flexing his arms towards his head (RVD style). The Ultra-Tron bears the gWo logo and then shows clips of MVD striking opponents out with his Kendo Stick and finishing them the 5 star frog splash.
James: Introducing, from Battlecreek, England, weighing 236lbs, "The Real F'n Show" MATT VAN DAM.
Report: Lang taunts MVD into charging at the sound of the bell. Lang sides steps slapping MVD on the buttocks. MVD stops at the ropes looks infuriated at the crowd. As he turns around, Lang blows a kiss at MVD. MVD kicks the bottom rope as Lang prances around the ring. As Lang approaches MVD, he is meet with a Spinning Heel Kick. MVD proceeds to wail away at Lang. Lang quickly rolls out of the ring. MVD charges out after Lang, whom runs around the ring sliding back in. MVD follows after Lang, but falls victim to a Leg Drop to the back of his head. Lang then picks MVD up and Irish Whips him into a corner. MVD slumbers out holding his back. Lang charges in attempting a Cross Body, but miss MVD, whom ducked out the way, landing on a vibrator. Lang holds his abdominal region as MVD stomps away. MVD pulls up and looks around the ring for a weapon to use. Picking up a Dominatrix Whip, MVD walks over to Lang. Lang struggles to get to his feet, but is hit from behind by the whip. Lang rolls all over the mat screaming.
Stanyer: What a shot from MVD.
Poppa: I'm a bit surprise that Lang didn't enjoy it.
Stanyer: ….
Poppa: Don't tell me you didn't understand me. Lang is like one of those people who like that kind of stuff. Least that what he told me.
Stanyer: Right! Can we get back to the match?
MVD continues to whip Lang, whom is now begging MVD not to do it again. Lang slides into a corner begging. MVD approaches to strike Lang again, but Lang uppercuts MVD between the legs. MVD falls to the mat into a ball quenching in pain. Lang climbs the turnbuckle to the top rope. MVD unaware of Lang's position crawls to the middle of the ring. Lang launches himself hitting MVD with a Leg Drop. MVD's head bounces off the mat, while Lang crashes onto him. Lang rolls around holding his rear. The ref checks on MVD see if he is ok. Lang slowly gets to his feet as MVD finally regains consciousness. Holding is neck MVD sits up, but falls flat on his back. Lang seizes the moment and lands a standing Leg Drop onto MVD.
Stanyer: Lang has taken control of the match after that horrific Leg Drop.
Poppa: MVD seems to be in trouble. He might better be thinking about giving up now before he seriously gets injured.
Stanyer: Agreed, but knowing MVD as of late he will refuse to allow Lang beat him again.
MVD rolls out of the ring holding the back of his head, while Lang looks for something. Lang spots a bag in one of the corners and picks it up. He looks into the bag and smiles. Lang pulls out some clamps. Lang slips out of the ring and approaches MVD. MVD notices Lang's presences and throws a punch as he tries to get up. The clamps fall from Lang's hand to the floor in front of MVD. Still hunched over holding the ring apron, Lang rolls back into the ring. MVD proceeds to pick up one of the clamps and follows Lang back into the ring. Before Lang could get his guard up MVD dropkicks Lang in the face. Lang falls into the ropes getting tangled. The referee tries to help Lang get loose, but MVD shoves the ref out of the way. Clapping the clamp he picked up, MVD shares some words with Lang. Lang with fear in his eyes screams for help only to fall on deaf ears. MVD clamps Lang nipple, then backs away as Lang screams in agony from the pain.
Stanyer: That is going to leave a mark.
Poppa: He might have some nerve problems too.
Stanyer: I couldn't imagine the pain Lang is experiencing now. It's too sickening to watch.
Poppa: Lang asked for this match and now he going to pay big time.
Lang finally untangles one of his arms allowing himself to remove the clamp. MVD charges clotheslining Lang over the top rope. Lang lands hard onto the floor outside. MVD two thumb poses in the middle of the ring. He launches into the opposite rope springing himself across the ring. Upon reaching the other side he leaps over the top rope at Lang. Lang moves out of the way at the last second, allowing MVD to crash into the security rails. Both men lay on the floor for a few minutes, before Lang climbs to his feet. Before MVD could get to his feet Lang rushes in at him causing both men to fly over the security barrier into the crowd. Lang the first to his feet throws a right hook at MVD. MVD blocks the punch following with a punch of his own. Lang is sent stumbling backwards into a pack of fans. The fans push Lang back at MVD, only to get levelled by a Side Kick from him. MVD picks up Lang and drags him back to the ring tossing him over the barricade.
Stanyer: Now this match has gotten a bit more into MVD likings.
Poppa: Indeed it is. Lets pray that MVD doesn't see fit to use our table.
Stanyer: Why would you say a thing like that?
Poppa: When has a match at a PPV like this didn't involve our table?
Stanyer: You do have a point.
MVD climbs on top of the barricade balancing on top. Lang rolls over on his back only to be landed on by Leg Drop from MVD. MVD gets up and reaches for a steel chair from the timekeeper's table. Lang slow to get up is met by stiff chair shot to the back from MVD. Lang falls down to the floor. MVD viciously attacks Lang with the chair. MVD drops the chair and stairs at Lang who is just about out of it. MVD looks at the top turnbuckle and then back at Lang. MVD rolls into the ring slowly keeping his eyes on Lang. Getting to his feet, MVD climbs the turnbuckle. Lang remains on the floor still incoherent as to what is going on. MVD two thumbs posses, then Five Star Frog splashes Lang. The crowd stun at what MVD has just did. Lang lays out cold, while MVD rolls around holding his ribs.
Stanyer: Oh My God! MVD just Five Star Frog splashed Lang from the top turnbuckle to the outside.
Poppa: I'm lost of words. This is new from MVD. Risking his career just to put away Lang.
Stanyer: Lang hasn't moved yet. I think he is in need of medical attention.
MVD slowly gets to his feet as Lang body begins to jolt. MVD tries to drag Lang to his feet, but the body falls to the floor each time. MVD then grabs a Microphone and heads toward Lang. Mounted on top of Lang, MVD slaps him to get his attention. MVD screams at Lang demanding he give up. Lang still incoherent mumbles something, but the crowd cannot hear. Lang jumps up claiming Lang had giving up. The official tells MVD that he did not hear anything from Lang. MVD gets annoyed at the ref. The ref then checks on Lang. Lang begins to cough up blood. The ref calls for the medic team to come out. While Lang is being attended to, MVD demands that someone replay what Lang said. After a few minutes of MVD screaming to the back a replay of what happen is showed in enhanced sound. A voice is heard over the P.A. "I need a spanking!". MVD tells the ref to ring the bell and end the match. With some hesitation the ref awards the match to MVD. MVD begins to celebrate his victory while the medic team puts Lang on a stretcher.
Stanyer: I don't think that was Lang's voice.
Poppa: Well the referee had awarded the match to MVD.
Stanyer: As much as you might hate Lang I honestly don't think he gave up.
Poppa: Well regardless what you say the match is over and MVD is the winner.
Stanyer: We will hopefully get word on Lang's condition later on in the show.
A very busy Ted Tedison is standing in the car park as a large Hummer pulls up, the bass of the music can be heard and as the engine is switched off the music ends. The door swings open and Davey K climbs from the passenger seat. Cheers go up from around the arena. Its a special night so Davey K has made the effort with his 'threads', he is wearing baggy Evisu jeans with a pair of Timberlands and his t-shirt with "Superstar Wear" emblazed across the front.
Tedison: Davey! A quick word...
Davey: Cat! That's a pretty quick word Ted, didn't take long to say did it?
Tedison: No I mean, tonight Davey this has to be the biggest night in your career.
Davey: Ted, I'm nervous, it could go wrong.
Tedison: Homicide, Golgotha, Sabre all tough competitors it goes without saying that your nervous.
Davey:.......what the hell are you talking about?
Tedison: Tonight's main event?
Davey:.....I'm talking about "Superstar Wear" my clothing label Ted. It's being launched tonight while I'm winning the world title. Hopeless Ted your research is hopeless. Now I have to go as I need to speak to some people and prepare myself for what's going to be one long long night.
Tedison: Can I get an interview later.
Davey: Maybe Teddy, just maybe.
Davey picks up his bag from inside the vehicle and strides off into the arena
Tedison: ...I hate it when he calls me Teddy.
The words 'Its Coming' flash up on the screen, one shot of the Triple Hell In A Cell is shown before the screen fades to black. The scene then fades to Splinter sitting on a bench in his locker room with a towel over his head. He is murmuring something, the Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak is clearly planning to be one hundred percent focused on this match. There is a knock on the door, Splinter growls. There is a second knock, Splinter shouts out
Splinter: Leave… NOW!
The knocking on the door continues, Splinter just sits and continues to contemplate. The knocking continues, turning almost into a constant pounding on Splinters locker room door. Splinter whips the towel off his head and throws it violently down onto the floor. He stands up and the camera catches a glimpse of his eyes, heavily bloodshot and wide open with rage. He picks up his shades off a table nearby and puts them on, clearly not wanting whoever is at the door to see the deranged look in his eyes. He opens the door to set him hidden eyes upon Mayhem
Mayhem: Good evening Splinter!
Splinter: Yeah. Right.
Splinter slams the door and goes back to sitting down. Mayhem starts knocking on the door, Splinter goes over and opens it
Splinter: What!
Mayhem: Can't I get an interview?
Splinter: No.
Splinter goes to shut the door again but Mayhem holds it open. Splinter opens it and steps up to Mayhem, Splinter looks down at Johnny and snarls
Splinter: Look… Punk… Tonight ain't the night… Ok? Splinter isn't in the mood. He has one hell of a match to focus on and he doesn't need someone screwing all his preparations up… AGAIN. This match means more than you can imagine to the Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak. Just let him have his peace.
Mayhem: Ok… Sorry. Can I just get a few words off you about Cyrus deWynter?
Splinter: Cyrus deWynter? There's only one thing to say. The Extreme Title is leaving his unworthy shoulders tonight. Whether it ends up on Splinters shoulders or not, that's up to fate, but Cyrus isn't leaving End Of The World the PWF Extreme Champion.
Splinter smiles an evil smile
Splinter: Cyrus can mess with the Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak if he wants… But pain is just a word. Tonight deWynter will feel something much… Much worse.
Splinter steps back into his locker room and shuts the door, he sits down and puts the towel back over his head. The scene fades
Stanyer: Splinter's comments on tonight's Triple Hell in a Cell Match, which is coming up a little later.
Poppa: Should be a phenomenal matchup.
Stanyer: Our next match is the only Tag Match on tonight's show, as The Cult, represented by Spectre & Toran Crest, take on Down Under Xpress, represented by Brod & Lincoln Jansen.
Poppa: One of 3 occasions in which DUX take on The Cult tonight.
Stanyer: Wait! I'm hearing that something is happening backstage.
We cut backstage and we see EMT's & various backstage staff circling something. We see Brod rushing up and pushing his way through the crowd, the camera follows him through and we see that LJ is on the floor holding on to his knee. The EMT's are testing it out but it doesn't look good.
Brod: "What the hell happened?"
EMT: "I don't know sir."
LJ: (groans) "Cult" (groans again)
Brod: "Sons of Bitches. What's his condition doc?"
EMT: "It looks like something heavy was dropped or driven into his left knee. He's needs to go to the hospital, he'll have trouble walking, there's no way he can wrestle like this."
Brod: "Shit, shit, shit. Take him to the hospital Doc. LJ, I'm gonna take care of the Cult, then I'll find you at the hospital. Take care of him for me Doc."
Brod storms off angrily. The camera pans out and we see that Spectre was watching from the shadows, he has an evil smile on his face as he steps backwards out of sight.
Poppa: That's bad luck for DUX. LJ's knee looked pretty bad.
Stanyer: It looks like Brod is determined to take on The Cult single-handedly, our next match has just become a Handicap Match.
Poppa: It's going to be tough going for Brod, and I feel it will be tough going for all 4 members of DUX tonight.
Stanyer: Well, I am being told that we are going backstage to Mr Pellington's office.
We switch to Michael Pellington's office, with the boss sitting behind his desk, to the left of the desk is a table with a brand new case sitting on it. The case contains a gleaming gold Title Belt, presumably the new Unified PWF World Title. Sitting opposite Mr Pellington is the PWF's latest signing, Crucyfix, who is smoking a cigarette.
Pellington: "Welcome to the PWF Crucyfix, I hope everything has been to your satisfaction so far."
Crucyfix: "So far."
Pellington: "If you remember, a few weeks ago, shortly after we'd agreed your contract, you asked if you could wrestle on tonight's PPV."
Crucyfix: "And if I remember correctly, you told me 'no'"
Pellington: "Well, good news, one wrestler has failed to turn up tonight, and his agent tells me that he's quit the PWF, contract or no contract. The wrestler is Krimson, who will find it very difficult to find a spot in any wrestling federation after I've finished with him."
Crucyfix smiles
Pellington: "This opens up a spot in one of tonight's big main event matches, the Triple Hell in a Cell Match. If you're ready and willing, the spot is yours."
Crucyfix: "Will Gambino be there?"
Pellington: "That's up to him I suppose, I spoke to him earlier this week, and he said he would be here, he hasn't turned up yet, but I've not given up hope yet."
Crucyfix: "Then I accept".
Pellington: "Excellent, oh and try and survive the match, we don't want you to be a one night wonder."
Crucyfix: "Don't worry, I'll survive… can't say the same for the other participants."
Crucyfix gets up, shakes the bosses hand and then leaves the roof, Pellington then turns and coughs a few times, as the room is filled with smoke. We then return to ringside.
Stanyer: Well it looks like Krimson is out of the THIAC match, and out of the PWF. But the surprise is that Crucyfix is going to take his place.
Poppa: I've heard nothing but good things about Crucyfix, I can't wait to see him in action.
Stanyer: But first, we have DUX v The Cult.
Spectre & Toran Crest v Brod (LJ injured prior to contest)
Credit: Splinter
Report: Brod looks at the two members of the Cult who stand in the opposite corner of the ring. Knowing LJ won't make the match, Brod begins to talk to himself, trying to psyche himself up. Toran doesn't look best pleased with the situation, enquiring to the referee why this is now a handicap match. The bell is rung and the match is underway, Toran steps out of the ring allowing his partner to start what he considers a dishonourable contest. Spectre tests the ropes before jolting towards Brod, Brod throws a clothesline but Spectre ducks it, comes off the opposite set of ropes before proceeding to take Brod down with a massive facecrusher. Spectre hops up to his feet, he lets Brod start to drag himself to his feet before nailing a big leg drop sending Brod's face down into the mat. Spectre goes to Toran and offers him the tag, but Crest wants no part of this match. Spectre shrugs and turns straight into a massive right hand from Brod, dropping the masked man to the mat. The crowd go wild as Brod mounts Spectre and starts to beat the hell out of him, landing a hard series of rights and lefts to Spectres head. Brod drags Spectre up and throws him to the opposite corner, he charges in and hits a clothesline. Spectre goes to stagger forwards out of the corner but Brod shoves him right back into the corner and proceeds to land a series of hard knees to Spectres gut. He pulls a just standing Spectre out of the corner before setting him up and hitting a hard vertical suplex. Brod then pulls Spectre up and throws him to the ropes, on the way back Brod tries for the Talk To The Hand (Palm Strike) but Spectre ducks under and follows up with a dropkick to the band of the head that grounds Brod instantly. He walks over holding his back and tags in Toran, who gets into the ring but doesn't look too happy about it. He allows Brod time to get up, despite Spectres protests. He then beckons Brod into a tie up, the two men lock up in a test of strength. The two men push each other around the ring, Crest then starts to push Brod down, he quickly removes himself from the tie up, sets Brod up and hits an amazingly quick suplex. Toran beckons Brod up again, the two men lock up once more. This time Brod gets the better of Toran and nails him with a side belly to belly suplex.
Poppa: Impressive show of technical wrestling from Brod and Toran.
Stanyer: I can't see how Brod can come out on top here, its two on one.
Poppa: I doubt Toran will take part in any form of double-teaming, he has a very strict code of honour.
Toran gets up, slightly surprised. He ties up with Brod again, this time Toran whips the DUX member to the ropes. On the way back Brod gets hoisted up and then planted with a violent spinebuster. Spectre is getting very vocal in his corner, calling for a tag. Toran nods in acknowledgement of Brod's abilities as he pulls himself up, Toran then tags in Spectre who leapfrogs off the ropes and catches onto Brod, proceeding to hurl him across the ring and down onto the canvas with a breath-taking flying head scissors. Spectre hops up to his feet again and drags Brod into the middle of the ring where he locks on the Faith No More (Single Leg Crab). Brod screams out in pain as Spectre wrenches back on the hold, the Australian is nowhere near the ropes and in all sorts of trouble.
Stanyer: This could be it here, Brod's in a lot of pain. He's taken quite a beating from both of the Cult members in this match and now he's in a painful submission move.
Poppa: Brod isn't gonna give up that easily, personally I think Spectre has underestimated him.
Brod has already started crawling towards the distant ropes, Spectre lets him get close and then drags him right back into the middle, Brod knows he's in trouble here. Brod doesn't give up though, he again crawls towards the ropes. When he finally gets there the entire crowd erupts, Spectre releases the hold and gets up cockily, knowing the damage has been done. Brod starts to pull himself up on the ropes, Spectre grabs him and drills him violently with the Bar The Gates (Sleeper Drop), he then covers Brod ……1 ……2 ……Brod kicks up and out, to the relief of the fans.
Stanyer: Should have hooked the leg.
Poppa: Agreed.
Spectre gets up, slightly taken by surprise by the fact that Brod kicked out. He goes over to Toran, who really does not want to be tagged in. Spectre insists and tags him in by tapping him on the shoulder. Toran climbs in the ring, looking at his downed opponent as Spectre leaves the ring. Toran waits for Brod to get up, Brod turns and instantly floors Toran with the 86er (Shuffle Sidekick) to a massive roar from the crowd. Spectre is already on the top turnbuckle but Brod sees it coming, he runs over and takes out Spectres leg, causing him to fall off the top rope and land on the apron. Crest gets to his feet, turns and walks straight into a Talk To The Hand (Palm Strike)! The crowd is on its feet by now, Brod then hops up the top turnbuckle as Spectre finally comes to his feet. Brod leaps off and nails Spectre with a massive In The Lights (Missile Dropkick), sending him off the apron and into the ring barrier with a crash. Brod lands safely in the ring, Spectre isn't moving on the outside. Brod then starts to stalk the recovering Toran.
Stanyer: Woah…
Poppa: Wanna say 'Paptastic Comeback?'
Stanyer: No… But obviously you do.
Toran staggers up only to get kicked in the gut by Brod who sets him up for a DDT. Brod goes to drop Crest but Toran won't budge. With a sudden explosion of energy Toran throws Brod across the ring, countering the DDT with a big release northern lights suplex. Toran pulls Brod up and throws him to the corner. He runs in and tries a clothesline but Brod ducks it. He then hooks Toran's head and leaps up the turnbuckle, he proceeds to dive off and plant his opponent with a huge Lowrider (Diamond Dust), resulting in yet another huge cheer from the PWF fans. Both men lay still on the mat, feeling the effects of match.
Stanyer: I thought Toran had finally put a stop to Brod's comeback but obviously not.
Poppa: With that Lowrider Brod may have swung the match in his favour, permanently.
Brod shuffles over and hooks Crests leg, the referee gets down and counts the cover ……1 ……2 …… Toran kicks out, to the surprise of all. Brod pulls himself up, not quite believing that Toran kicked out. He then gets up, dragging Toran up with him. He throws Crest to the ropes and looks for the Stick, Fork, Done (Tilt-A-Whirl Driver) but Toran hangs onto the ropes and stops dead. Crest then charges in and flattens Brod with a clothesline. Toran pulls Brod up and throws him to the ropes but Brod reverses and its Toran who goes to the ropes. Brod then spins Toran up for the Stick, Fork, Done (Tilt-A-Whirl Driver) but Toran manages to fall backwards and landing on his feet, bringing Brod up with him. He then settles Brod on his shoulders, poses, and drills his opponent with the Royal Seal (Rikishi Driver)! The fans are a bit lost, confused by the fast action but they quickly realise what just happened when Toran covers Brod and the referee counts …….1 ……2 ……3!
Poppa: Well, what a match. Started as a tag on the card, turned into a handicap and ended with a superb one on one contest.
Stanyer: Toran and Brod really went at it there, but it was Toran who came out on top.
Toran helps Brod up to his feet and the two men share a respectful handshake before Brod leaves the ring and goes to check on LJ out back. Toran rolls out of the ring and checks on Spectre.
The camera cuts to the parking lot where superstars have been continually arriving and drawing in crowds of fans hoping for an autograph or personal close-up photo. From a distance, the revving of one powerful machine pulling into the lot is apparent, followed by the visual of a magnificent stretch hummer in metallic red, which comes to a stop in the middle of the lot. The chrome rims keep spinning as the passenger door opens and an attendant hops down from the rig and makes his way to the back, seventeen doors down, and opens the door for the man of the hour. The crowd begins to form a few feet away as a huge black boot steps down, followed by the other and the identity of this mammoth man, Homicide. Clad in black leather pants and shades, the outfit is finished off by the trademark Homicide trenchcoat which flows behind him as he makes his way into the arena doors with hundreds of fans not far behind. Walking down the hall, Ted Tedison comes running into view with a microphone and a camera crew hoping to get a few words with the Champion.
Tedison: "Homicide, this is the day you've been waiting for your whole career.. All the work you've put in is all on a pedestal tonight as you are main eventing End Of The World. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Homicide: "I deserve all of it. Now if you'd excuse me, Ted, my assistants are coming through."
Homicide blows Ted off and continues down the hall as Ted is nearly trampled by a half dozen men draggin' luggage and furniture down the hall and into an open door at the corner, which bears the name "Homicide." As they begin to unload, the camera fades out.
Waves crashing on water, outside a seaside cafe. We are treated the room's interior, where the last streams of sunlight from the dying summer shine on dusty, forgotten tables. A ceiling fan turns overhead in quiet revolutions. Slowly a familiar shape moves amid the shadows, dressed in a trenchcoat and a stetson hat. He goes to the jukebox, and for a slow moment is bathed in it's gaudy purple light. Then comes a low hum of feedback, and a song begins...
Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end of the world,
`cause you don't love me anymore?
He moves to a table where a newspaper is laying in a crumpled heap. He turns the pages quietly.
Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the stars glow above?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when I lost your love.
Desperation finds what he's looking for. There is a flash of metal in the sunset.
I wake up in the morning and I wonder why everything's the same as it was.
I can't understand, no I can't understand, how life goes on the way it does!
He turns with something from the paper in his hands. There is a loud, heavy thump, and then Desperation walks back into the shadows. Suddenly, the ghostly lights flicker on... revealing the entire room has been slathered in newspaper clippings. Quick cuttings flash over them all, one after the other...
PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER KILLED IN FREAK ACCIDENT AT MOW PAY PER VIEW
DAVID SCRIMM KILLED IN BATTLE ABOVE THE RING
LOCAL WRESTLER CLAIMS SECOND CHAMPIONSHIP
NIGHTSHADE LEAVES THE MOW BRAND
WRESTLER COMES HOME
CONTROVERSIAL WRESTLING MATCH LANDS TWO IN THE HOSPITAL
WRESTLER NIGHTSHADE HOPS THE OCEAN
HAS THE PWF GONE TOO FAR?
TASTELESS PROMO INVOLVING SLAIN WRESTLER CENSORED ON CANADIAN TELEVISION
UNNAMED WRESTLER CONTINUES TO PUSH THE ENVELOPE
DESPERATION TACTICS
and finally...
THE DESPERATION ENDS THIS SUNDAY
Desperation chuckles from the shadows.
Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said good-bye.
fade out
Stanyer: That was a tape that was FedEx'd to us early yesterday morning. Presumably from the almost mythical Desperation.
Poppa: Nightshade finally gets to put his hands on him tonight.
Stanyer: The question is, will he be able to unmask him, and find out who he really is?
Poppa: Who says Desperation won't do it for him?
Stanyer: Good point, we just don't know.
Poppa: What we do know, is that our next match is for the PWF United States Title.
Stanyer: This one should be a fantastic contest as Zion Crest takes on Rex Idol.
Poppa: Rex will have to dig deep tonight to find some way to counter Zion's awesome physical power. I know they both used to wrestle in SEW, but I have no idea if they ever wrestled against each other. Either way, both wrestlers are well aware of each other's strengths & weaknesses.
Stanyer: Should be a fantastic match.
Credit: Splinter
The arena darkens as "Burning Inside" by Fear Factory & Static X begins to play. Dark and disturbing images play in slow motion on the UltraTron and then suddenly the stage explodes in flames. The flames continue to burn as Zion seems to walk straight through them. The Dark Saviour slowly makes his way down to the ring. The flames continuing to burn behind him.
James: Introducing from New York, weighing 399lbs, the "Dark Saviour" ZION CREST!!!
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" roll 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!!!
Report: Zion Crest stares down at his relatively small opponent the crowd already begin their chants for the physical underdog. Rex smiles to his fans, receiving a humongous cheer from the pumped up PWF crowd. Before Rex can pose again Zion is on him, Rex quickly finds himself over powered and lifted high above Zion's head. Crest holds Idol high in an awesome show of power, before completing a boneshaking press slam. Idol quickly pulls himself up, although he is clearly aching. Idol turns to face Crest but quickly finds himself right back down on the mat after a savage clothesline. Zion lays a boot straight into Idols ribcage. The referee looks at Crest and thinks of asking him to lay off, but reconsiders when he notices the size of the man in question. Zion pulls Idol but and goes to grab him but, to a massive arena wide cheer, Rex knocks Crests hands away and slams a hard right hand square into the big mans face. Idol looks at Crest, expecting him to hit the mat, only to have Zion turn and look at him. Idol goes for another right hand only to have Crest block it and hoist the Paragon up onto his shoulders. Seconds later Idol gets crushed into the mat with a monstrous samoan drop to huge chorus of groans from the crowd. Crest drops an elbow across Idols chest and then hooks the leg for a cover ……1 …… Idol kicks out.
Stanyer: Way too early for Crest to be trying to a cover, he's not giving Idol enough credit if he honestly thinks he's going to put Rex away already.
Poppa: Crest is a big man and compared to him Idol is a nippy little chap, personally I think Zion is just trying to wear the champion down. But what would I know… Its not like I used to wrestle or anything…
Crest pulls the US Champion to his feet and whips him to the ropes, Rex comes running back at a considerable speed. Idol just about ducks a big boot, he runs off the opposite ropes and then nails Crest with a tackle to the back of the knees. Idol then plants a forearm straight into Crests back, the big man falls flat onto the mat. Idol pulls Crest up and then drives him into the corner where he nails a sold series of right hands to Zion's gut and face. Crest quickly retaliates with a knee to the stomach but Idol takes it in his stride, blocking a Crest right hand and proceeding to hurl his opponent over and down into the mat with a sambo suplex. Idol stalks after Crest, who is already getting up. Zion receives a kick to the gut and is then rapidly set up for the Rex-Plex (Vertical Suplex) but Idol seems to be struggling to lift Crest. Zion lands a hard right to the gut and then snaps Rex over with a hard spinning neckbreaker. Crest gets up and shakes away some of the cobwebs, he drags Idol up to his feet and launches him over the top rope. Idol lands in a crumpled heap on the floor mats, Crest follows him out. The referee starts to shout at Crest but is note-ably not counting him out.
Stanyer: Why isn't the referee counting?
Poppa: I suppose he, like everyone else, doesn't want this ending in a count out.
Crest grabs Idol by his hair and goes to slam his face into the top of the steel steps, Rex blocks it and drives Zion's head into the steel with all his strength. Zion slumps down, Rex staggers away and leans on the announce table. He looks tired and hurt, the shear power and size of Crest wearing him down. Crest pushes himself to a standing position and turns to face Rex who, with a sudden burst of speed, smashes him down with a clothesline. Rex mounts his massive challenger and then proceeds to pepper his face with a series of hard rights. He then drags himself up and pulls Zion up with him. Rex goes to whip Crest into the ring post but Idol finds his attempt reversed. He goes into the ring post face first, staggering away. He is then grabbed by Crest and thrown violently into the steel steps. The crash reverberates throughout the arena, Rex crawls across the floor towards the security wall in the hope of pulling himself up. The referee has now had enough and starts an audible count out of Zion and Rex. Crest looks around angrily and then rolls into the ring. He gets up and stands his full height in front of the referee who is nearly a full foot shorter than Zion, the referee is attempting to look brave but is clearly failing. Crest then rolls out of the ring, the count restarted. Crest grabs a nearby cable and wraps it around the downed Idols throated, choking him violently. The referee rolls out of the ring and starts to get right in Crest face, trying to pull him off the coughing Rex Idol. Zion shoves the referee down with one hand, the referee gets up and shoves Zion back. Crest gets up to his feet and shoves the referee away again only to charge at him and nail him with a brutal Redemption (Hard Lariat). Crest then pulls the referee up and hurls him violently into the ring post, the referee goes down bleeding heavily on the floor mats.
Stanyer: What the hell was that? Zion should be disqualified!
Poppa: Ermm… Who's gonna do it? You?
Stanyer: Me?
Poppa: Exactly my point.
The referee is completely out of it, he isn't moving at all. Zion has gone back to choking Rex with the cable. Rex is going bright red, the crowd all seem quite worried. Zion pulls Rex up off the floor mats by the cable and then uses it throw him into the side of the Spanish announce table. Rex tries to crawl away, gasping for breath. Crest lets him crawl a few hopeless inches before grabbing the cable and returning to choking him. Zion grabs the cable in both hands and starts to run, dragging Idol along the floor mats. He gets to a reasonable pace and then hurls Rex into the security wall. Idol leaves the floor mats before smashing through the security wall. The crowd scatter as Rex, the cable and bits of security wall land on the concrete in front of them. The entire crowd is in shock as Rex lays there, unable to move.
Stanyer: Oh my God! Look at what this monster has done!
Poppa: He just threw Rex clean through that security wall! That was sick!
Stanyer: Can anyone stop this man? Both the referee and Idol need medical attention, this match needs to be stopped. What started as a simple singles match has spiralled well out of control.
The PWF crowd is looking on, completely shocked as Zion picks the broken form of Rex Idol up and carries him back towards the Spanish announce table. Zion holds Rex in one arm and then clears the table off with the other. Zion climbs up onto the table and then puts Idol in position between his legs.
Stanyer: No way…
Poppa: Rex has no idea where he is, I'm fairly sure he's incapable of standing… This is completely unnecassary.
Zion signals for the Rancor (Sit Out Powerbomb) to a huge chorus of boos from the abhorred crowd. Zion smiles evilly but before he can lift Rex up Idol shows an awesome amount of commitment and endurance by standing up, back dropping Crest off the table and down onto the floor mats with a thud. Rex collapses off the table and then just about pulls himself up on guard rail. He grabs a nearby steel chair, Zion is just about on his feet as Rex smashes it over his head. Rex discards the chair and then pulls Zion up. He then throws the big man in the ring and rolls in after him. Unaware of the referees condition Rex covers the now bleeding Crest. The crowd chant outloud 'ONE! TWO! THREE!', a chorus of boos goes up around the arena as they realise that Rex has, in fact, not just sealed the victory.
Stanyer: Rex, despite almost being killed by Zion Crest, should have just scored the victory.
Poppa: Unfortunately the referee has even less of a clue what's going on than Rex himself.
Rex half rolls, half falls out of the ring and kneels next to the referee. He starts to shake the referee in a desperate attempt to wake the official up, the referee is just about coming to as a blood covered Zion Crest nails Rex over the back of the head with the chair. He then drags Idol to his feet and throws him in the ring, Crest then picks the referee up and throws him in too. The fans are booing like never before as Zion covers his opponent. The tired and bloodied referee counts as best as he can …………1 …………2 ………… Rex somehow gets the energy to kick out, the crowd respond with a deafening cheer. Crest pushes himself up angrily, he plants a firm kick into Idols ribcage before dragging his opponent to his feet and setting him up for Destruction (Screwdriver). Zion taunts the crowd but before he can do anything Idol somehow lifts his near four hundred pound opponent up and then plants him with possibly the biggest and most effective Rex-Plex (Vertical Suplex) ever seen. Both men lay still on the mat, suddenly Rex pops up to his feet and poses for the roaring fans. He stands in the corner and beckons for Crest to get up, he complies by staggering to his feet and then turning into a huge running clothesline from Idol. Idol beckons Crest up again and he somehow obliges, only to get smashed straight back down with yet another clothesline. The entire crowd is going absolutely wild as Rex once again beckons Crest up to his feet.
Stanyer: How is he doing it? About ten minutes ago I would've sworn that this man was close to death. Now look at him!
Poppa: Idol is an amazing athlete and for all we know it might take more than Crest has got to put him away.
Crest just about drags himself up to his feet only to have Rex run in and nearly take his head off with the Rex Bomber (Running Elbow). The entire crowd is on its feet, clapping and cheering, as Idol pulls Crest up to his feet. The entire arena is instantly stunned into silence as Crest levels Idol with the Redemption (Hard Lariat). Zion staggers away and then taunts the crowd who suddenly burst into cheers again and Idol pops up to his feet, he grabs the shocked Zion Crest and hoists the huge man up. The noise is immense as Idol plants Crest with the Superstar Burst (Rack Pancake)! Idol covers, the crowd chant along raucously as the hurt referee attempts to count ………1 ………2 ……… Zion kicks out! The crowd can't believe it and neither can Rex.
Stanyer: How the hell did Crest power out of that one?
Poppa: I have no idea. Seriously. No idea what so ever.
Idol flexes his muscles and watches as Crest gets up, he times it perfectly and charges in. He nails his opponent with yet another Rex Bomber (Running Elbow). The noise just keeps rising and rising as Idol hops up onto the top rope, the entire crowd chanting 'IDOL! IDOL! IDOL!', everyone in the arena is willing Crest up to his feet so he can get what that feel he deserves.
Poppa: Rex is gonna do it! Crest is about to get busted down to size!
Zion gradually pulls himself up but, luckily, is facing the wrong way. He looks around for Rex but can't see his opponent. Crest catches on very quickly and dives onto the ropes causing Idol to lose balance and fall groin first down into the ring post.
Poppa: Oh no! Rexy, baby…
Stanyer: I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
Crest climbs up the turnbuckle tiredly and grabs Idol. He lifts him high up and then turns him, Crest then proceeds to leap backwards off the second turnbuckle and plant Rex Idol head first into the mat with a hideous Destruction (Screwdriver)! The crowd is silent, stunned by Zion's actions once again. Crest smiles evilly before covering the completely motionless Rex Idol. The entire crowd is behind Rex as the referee counts ………1 ………2 ………3!
Stanyer: Well… It's over.
Poppa: What a match. I really can't say anything more.
Stanyer: Here come some EMTs to help Rex and, of course, the referee.
Rex is loaded onto a stretcher and taken backstage, the referee is helped out by two EMT's. Zion is handed the PWF U.S. Title, he proceeds to climb the turnbuckle and poses. The entire crowd boos, worried for Rex. Attention is bought to the stage as Rex pushes the EMT's away and rolls off the stretcher. He pushes himself up and then staggers backstage by his own power to a humongous ovation from the crowd. Crest looks at the stage, angered by the fact that Rex can still walk. He then look down at his US Title and smiles once again. He jumps off the turnbuckle and rolls out of the ring. He shows the fans the title one last time before walking up the ramp, shoving past the EMT's and then heading backstage.
Davey K opens the door from his dressing room and stands quietly. He is clearly a man with a lot on his mind and is taking the time to think about tonight's match. As the Superstar begins to stretch his face is filled with concentration. Ted Tedison approaches him and awaits Davey to notice him
Davey: Ok Ted, your now going to ask me about tonight's main event.
Tedison: Well yeah.
Davey: Was that cockiness in your voice?
Tedison: No erm sorry Davey. Tonight is, and has to be the biggest match in your entire career, at this moment in time how do you feel.
Davey: How do I feel....well I feel like somebody who is going to be the World Champion. Ted, its End Of The World, its the biggest wrestling PPV of the year. Every country in the world has access to this show tonight, in fact show is the wrong word. Ladies with beards qualifies as a show, a dancing chimp is a show, JVD doing her ping pong ball 'trick' is a show, this is a spectacle, a showcase of the best in the business. You don't main event at End Of The World by turning up, you have to earn it. The guys in the back know you've earned it, your opponents know that you've earned it, the fans in the redneck cheap seats know you've earned it, in fact some granny sitting with the grandkids watching at home knows you've earned it.
Tedison: It's been a long journey for you Davey, and this really is your chance.
Davey: Ted, I've been here for some time, in fact I've been here for a while and week in week out I entertain the PWF fans from all around the world. I entertain them in anyway I can think of, shoving the water guy's head down the toilet makes the fans laugh and they enjoy it, but tonight Ted, I don't think its about me being the funny guy. If I've got to be serious for one night then I will be, I need to take the title tonight Ted. Shit, I remember my first title win, taking the European Title from Big Lou, I formed the Playaz Club, I won the U.S title, and now this is what all those things have resulted in. Working your way through the ranks, listening, taking advice from people and just wanting to be the best and tonight I can be the best and prove to the world that I deserve to be the main event.
Tedison: Your first opponent tonight is Homicide. And if you get past him you've got to face Sabre or Golgotha.
Davey: Homicide has held the belt for a little too long. When I see Homicide strolling around the ring with the belt over that hairy spotty shoulder I feel sick Ted. The fans don't want someone like that loser being the champion, what kid can look up to him. I'll tell you what kid, a retarded kid with no eyes Ted that's who likes Homicide. As a champion he has totally sucked, being at odds with the guy you get to see what kind of man he is, and yeah he's a boring sorry ass loser and tonight I'm going to make sure his little run comes to the end.
Tedison: Its a physically gruelling match tonight Davey, do you think you can handle it.
Davey: Ted, I can handle this, trust me. The other guys Sabre and Golgotha can handle it, shit even Homicide can handle it. So there is gonna be no short cuts tonight. Sabre holds the other belt, but I have a lot of unsettled business with that guy. Do I need to remind you about the Rumble, where Davey K busted his ass to win, and the inbred fuckwit of a referee allowed Sabre to go have a nap, read a porno and then hop skip and jump back down to the ring to take me out. Well shit like that ends tonight Ted.
Tedison: And Golgotha.
Davey: If Golgotha gets in my way then he will regret it. Ted, I go underestimated, look what I did to Sandstorm a few weeks ago when he pushed me. I'm ready Ted, this is my time and I'm going to take this opportunity.
Ted extends his hand
Davey: Thanks Ted.
Davey shakes his hand
As Ted turns to leave he bumps straight into the Water Guy who is wearing a light blue tuxedo and has water in a shiny gold container
Davey: *under his breath* Oh sweet Jesus no.....
Water Guy: Tavey! Ded!
Davey: Use your words, the words that you were taught as a child.
Water Guy: Davey! Ted!
Davey: That's better.
Water Guy: Sorry I'm late, my mom got lost on the intersection and Melvin did a poopsy.
Davey: Poopsy?
Water Guy: Yeah he fudged all over the back seat!
Davey: Fudged? Poopsied? You mean he shit?
Water Guy: I've spent a lot of time with my grandmother over the past week and have lost the ability to swear. I got water in a gold container!
Davey: Thanks man.
Water Guy: Your not gonna hit me or bully me?
Davey: Not today.
Davey takes the water and pats the water guy on the back and walks off to the arena, leaving Ted and the Water Guy standing
Water Guy: Did I tell you I'm doing a rap song.
Tedison:.....I gotta go and do interview type stuff........
Ted starts to stroll off and then begins to run before Water Guy starts his 'freestyle'
Stanyer: Davey K in his usual fun loving mood.
Poppa: He'd better get serious, and quick, as he's in the biggest match of his career tonight.
Stanyer: Don't worry about Davey, he knows when to have fun, and when to take things seriously. But now we go backstage to a man who takes everything seriously, Solo.
Mayhem awaits outside Solo's locker room moments before he departs to the ring. Solo burst out the door viciously almost taking Mayhem with him. Stopping just short of Mayhem, Solo stares at him with a demonic glare in his eyes.
Mayhem: "Umm.... If I could get a word with you before you leave?"
Solo looks at Mayhem then nods even though he doesn't like being interviewed without advance notice.
Mayhem: "As we all know you have laid down the challenge to 5 individuals. Are you a bit surprise so many top stars had taken your offer? Are you at least a bit concern that you went over board?"
Solo: "As far as being surprise, I'll admit I was a bit optimistic that any in the PWF would have the balls to accept my little match. If you think one damn minute I'm concern you be sadly mistaken. A matter of fact I'm actually glad that Splinter, Krimson, Cyrus, Kilgore, and Gambino. Speaking of Gambino now that was a bit of surprise. Unfortunately if he doesn't show up tonight he will just be another watch up has been that flow through these parts of the industry."
Mayhem: "Also the match will be for the Extreme Championship. Will your main goal to win the belt? Or do you have something else planned?"
Solo: "Winning that title will be nothing more than a gift from the company. Its not if I win, its when I win the match tonight. You haven't already forgotten my track record in these kind of matches? I was the first ever PWF HIAC Champion. I held that belt for 3 long months before I finally had my first lost. Its time to renew my legacy as the Master of Hell."
Mayhem: "Indeed there is no denying your track record in the HIAC, but you are not just going up against anyone you are going up against guys that have experience in these kind of matches. For instance, Kilgore and Splinter. Two young men that has made a living putting their lives on the line to make it to this point in their careers. Are you not a bit concern that they might be gunning for you? What better way to make an impact."
Solo: "The only impact that any one will be getting from me is Pain, Painful Memories. Victim's, are not we all?!? Now if you excuse me I don't want to keep my guests waiting any longer than they need to be."
Mayhem is shoved to the side as Solo heads to the entrance ramp. Mayhem looks concern that something is not right with Solo tonight.
Stanyer: Well folks, it's time for one of the biggest matches of the night, it's time for Triple Hell in a Cell.
Poppa: Six Men, Three Cages & 1 Extreme Title Belt suspended high above the cage.
Stanyer: And lots & lots of violence.
Triple Hell in a Cell Match
Credit: The Pelican
"Mudshovel" by Staind hits as Solo walks out, he flips off the fans as he walks swiftly down to the ring. He climbs in the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, he flips off the fans once again.
James: Introducing, from the Snake Pit, weighing 280lbs, This is 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!!!!
"Pain" by Soulfly hits as Splinter walks through the entrance. Various instances of Hardcore Matches involving Splinter are played on the tron. He walks down to the ring, exchanging a few words with various front row fans. He rolls into the ring and awaits the start of the match with an confident look on his face.
James: Introducing from Colchester, England. Weighing in at 223lbs. SPLINTER!!!!
Arena goes dark, and "Voodoo" by Godsmack starts sounding in the arena. Red Pyros go off on the entryway and ignite two inverted crosses. Crucyfix stand between them, arms stretched out. The crowd goes nuts as he slowly lowers his arms and walks to the ring. He slides into the ring and goes to the far turnbuckle post, where he slumps down, awaiting his opponent.
James: Introducing, from Wisconsin Rapids, weighing 237lbs, CRUCYFIX!!!
The arena lights dim ever so slightly as some of them shift from their normal color, to a bluish tone. The big screen above the entryway goes dark as some snow-like bits of white flutter down through the image. Then, just as the words "ICON IN THE MAKING" appear on the slightly snowy screen, a bluish-white strobe light begins to flicker and "Trapped Under Ice" by Metallica erupts from the arena speakers. On the screen, the previous words fade out to be replaced by the name "Cyrus deWynter" in big bold letters. Blue and white pyro's explode on either side of the stage as Cyrus steps into view. He pauses, smiling, at the top of the ramp and surveys the crowd before his gaze comes to rest upon the ring. Slowly, and with a bit of a swagger in his walk, he makes his way down to the ring and climbs up onto the ring apron. He raises his arms above his head, clasping his hands together in the air, as he looks out at the crowd once more before slipping through the ropes and into the ring.
James: Introducing, from Toronto, Onatario, Canada, weighing 228lbs, CYRUS DeWYNTER!!!
Report: Cyrus deWynter looks up towards his Extreme Title Belt as it, along with the Triple HIAC is being lowered down over the ring. The giant structure, 36 feet high, comprised of 3 HIAC cages(1, 16 feet high, the other 2 10 feet high), each getting smaller, mostly in width rather than in height. The first & largest cage is 16 feet high, and surrounds the ring, leaving about a 3-foot gap from the ring apron to the cell wall. We quickly see that this is no ordinary mesh, as barbed wire has been threaded through it, making the cell walls for the 1st cell even more deadly than before. We move upwards towards the 2nd cell, and it's here that we get the first surprise, as fitted onto the cell walls are small panels, with C4 explosives on them. As the floor is part of the 1st cage, it too is covered in barbed wire, even the trapdoors that lead from cell 1 to cell 2. Two sections of the floor have been heavily fortified, it is these, which have ladders standing on them, and above them are the entrances to the 3rd and final cell. The walls of this cell look particularly nasty, as they are basically one giant wall of nails. Remarkably fitted onto transparent boards, so you can still see through into the cell. As if that wasn't bad enough, a pair of C4 boards are propped up against the bed of nails, for those who want to deliver extra punishment. There is only one entrance to the roof of the cell, to the left if you were staring up from the aisle, dangling about 6 feet in the air is the Extreme Title belt. Easy to reach for the first person who manages to make it up that far!!!
Poppa: Jesus Christ…. Who designed this thing? Satan?
Stanyer: I'm told Blackbird was the one who designed this year's THIAC.
Poppa: Whose bright idea was it to let that lunatic design a THIAC? The guy's one of the sickest, most hardcore wrestlers of all time.
Stanyer: I think that was why they picked him.
Poppa: Look at them, they are scared to even enter the cell!!
We scan over the participants in this cell match, 1 is of course missing, and that's Gambino, who it seems has decided not to enter. Of the 5 remaining participants, Cyrus has already started protesting with Duane Dibley, but he appears to be reminding Cyrus that Mr Pellington has ordered him to participate in this match. Crucyfix looked shocked for a moment, but his vast experience took over and he covers up his shock with a confident look. Kilgore eyes up the cell with seeming glee. Splinter has a little smile on his face and Solo looks the most confident of all of them.
Stanyer: Time to get this show on the road, I apologise in advance folks, I may get very emotional during this match, but you'll have to remember that many of these wrestlers are good friends, and it will be painful to see them suffer.
Poppa: And believe me, they are going to suffer.
Stanyer: I wonder if Cyrus will receive a response from his Home Crowd? He hasn't made himself very popular with the PWF fans in recent weeks.
Duane Dibley opens the door of the cell and the 5 men go through, Solo leading the way, with the Champion, Cyrus being the last to enter. Duane Dibley shuts the door behind them and then slaps a padlock on the door to keep it shut. He holds on to the key. We now see that a full EMT crew is down by ringside, and there are 3 stretchers ready and waiting. The 5 men climb into the ring and Duane Dibley calls for the bell to start the match, which is accompanied by a resonating roar of the crowd. The 5 men look a little uncertain about how to start the match. But that doesn't last for long as Kilgore suddenly charges at Solo and although caught slightly unawares, Solo recovers in time to lock into a Collar & Elbow Tieup. The two men push and shove each other around the ring, finally falling through the middle rope. Crucyfix, Splinter & Cyrus look around at each other. Splinter & Cyrus exchange a look and then both look at Cyrus, who realises what is about to happen and backs off, but only backs himself into the turnbuckle. Splinter & Cyrus charge at him and unleash hard right hands, which send Cyrus crashing to the mat, where both men start to stomp a mudhole in him. Outside of the ring, Solo hits Kilgore with a few hard right hands and then grabs him by the head and tries to throw him face first into the cell wall, but Kilgore spins both of them around and it is Solo who flies high & back first into the cell wall. Solo's vest rips as he slides down the barbwire and adds a few minor slashes across his back. Kilgore uses his right boot to choke Solo as he is propped up against the cell wall, not only depriving him of oxygen, but pushing the back of his head into the barbwire, opening up a small wound. In the ring, Splinter & Crucyfix are still working together, pulling Cyrus to his feet and sending him into the ropes and then they both send him high into the air and crashing back down with a Flapjack. Splinter exchanges a few words with Crucyfix, who then rolls out of the ring and flips up the ring apron and pulls out a steel chair. Back to Kilgore & Solo, we see that Kilgore has pulled Solo to his feet and has him by the throat with both hands. He then Chokelifts him and holds him high in the air. He taunts Solo with a few aggressive words and then throws him hard into the ring post.
Poppa: Man, it looks like Kilgore has turned up tonight, and not Leon.
Stanyer: No doubt that's the work of Psycore.
Poppa: He really seems to have got Kilgore focused. And that can only spell trouble for everyone else.
Crucyfix is about to slide back into the ring with his steel chair, but then he realises he has been double crossed, but it's too late as Splinter Baseball Slides him & the chair and he flies backwards into the cell wall. Splinter slides out and picks up the steel chair and then says "thanks" to Crucyfix before climbing back into the ring. Across the ring, Kilgore is pulling Solo to his feet, but is stopped by a hard body shot, and then Solo gets to his feet and hits a couple of right hands before he throws Kilgore face first into the cell wall. Back in the ring, Splinter is waiting for Cyrus to stagger to his feet before he goes for a full power chair shot. But Cyrus was faking and he sidesteps out of the way and hits a Drop Toe Hold, which sends Splinter Headfirst into the steel chair. Cyrus actually looks annoyed at this stroke of fortune, and pushes the chair out of the ring before he snaps a Side Headlock on Splinter. Which draws a chorus of boos from the crowd, who aren't really watching this match to see a Side Headlock. Back to Solo, who has Kilgore on the cell wall and is rubbing his face across the barbwire, cutting open his forehead & slashing open his left cheek. At that point, Cyrus pushes the chair out of the ring, and it lands by Solo's feet. A smile comes across Solo's face and he releases Kilgore who drops to the mat and is left sitting up against the cell wall. Solo picks up the chair and readies it, before smashing it into Kilgore's skull. The loud crack resonates around the SkyDome and draws a gasp from the 65,000 fans in attendance. A chant of Holy Shit rings around the arena as Solo holds the chair high above his head. Back in the ring, Cyrus has Splinter up and whips him into the ropes where he takes him down with a classic Back Body Drop and then he snaps on a Fujiwara Armbar. As he leans back, he has enough time to take one glance as Crucyfix, before he takes a Singapore Cane shot to the back of his skull. But Crucyfix isn't interested in Cyrus, he wants revenge on Splinter. He opens up with two Cane Shots across the body and then he drags Splinter to his feet and pushes him into the turnbuckle where he hits two hard Cane Shots to the gut. Splinter staggers out and drops to all fours, Crucyfix then puts him down with a violent shot to the back of the head.
Stanyer: Talk about payback, Crucyfix certainly got his revenge on Splinter for that double cross.
Poppa: He won't try that trick again in a hurry. Not if 5 cane shots is what you get for it!!
Stanyer: We might have our first serious injury, as I swear that Solo just fractured Kilgore's skull with that chair shot.
Poppa: I don't think it would make any difference, he'd still carry on.
Back outside the ring, Solo pulls Kilgore up and rolls him back into the ring. He then looks underneath the ring and brings a loud cheer from the crowd as he pulls out a Table. It seems Crucyfix isn't finished with Splinter yet, as he tosses him through the ropes. He follows him to the outside and cracks the Cane over his back, this time snapping the cane. He smiles and then tosses it away. Solo sets up the table in the middle of the ring as Kilgore is trying to get to his feet. Solo clubs him across the back a couple of times and then sets him up for a Powerbomb through the table. But Cyrus is back up and he clubs Solo across the back a few times, forcing Solo to release Crucyfix. Solo attempts to spin around and flatten Cyrus with a Clothesline, but quick reflexes from Cyrus allow him to duck under the clothesline and counter with a Neckbreaker. We flash over to Kilgore, who seems to have recovered his senses, but as Leon, not Kilgore and suddenly he crawls away from the action into one of the turnbuckles, a look of fear across his face.
Poppa: Looks like that chairshot broke through some of Psycore's conditioning.
Stanyer: Leon Calvano makes his first appearance in tonight's contest, and promptly runs away….
Poppa: Can't you tell that the Leon part of Kilgore did not want to participate in this match.
Outside of the ring Crucyfix pulls Splinter up and then rams him face first into the barbwired cell wall. Not finished, he pulls Splinter up and does it a 2nd time. A smile breaks out as Splinter's forehead is opened up. Crucyfix then looks under the ring apron for something. Kilgore struggles to his feet and looks at Cyrus, who is standing in front of him. Cyrus hits him with a few quick right hands and then attempts a Hurricanranna. But it's bad timing, as at that moment, Kilgore returns and he blocks the Hurricanranna and pulls Cyrus back up above his head, he then runs and Powerbombs Cyrus straight through the table that was meant for him. Kilgore then turns his attention to Solo. Back to the outside, Crucyfix has pulled out a 2x4 wrapped in barbwire, but it seems he's not done, as he pulls something else out. He kneels over the 2x4 for a short while, and then we see why, as the head of the 2x4 is set alight. Crucyfix picks it up and holds it aloft. He then brings it crashing down on Splinter's forehead. Still alight, he then rakes the flaming barbwire across Splinter's forehead. He raises it back up for a finishing blow, but Splinter lunges out in desperation and catches Crucyfix low, and dropping him to the floor. Back in the ring, Kilgore stares at Solo as he gets to his feet, Solo returns the stare and the two move towards each other and go eye to eye. Then the fistfight explodes as the two go toe to toe, neither man willing to budge an inch. Finally Kilgore wins the immense exchange with a devastating uppercut, which sends Solo crashing to the canvas. He gets back up quickly but walks into a volley of right hands from Kilgore, pushing him back into the turnbuckle. Back on the outside of the ring, we see that Cyrus has mostly recovered & has rolled to the outside of the ring. He picks up one of the Ladders that are leaning against the cell wall and slides it into the ring, which brings a loud cheer from his hometown crowd.
Poppa: Wow, I never thought I'd see Cyrus resort to using a weapon.
Stanyer: I don't think he has any intention of using the Ladder as a weapon, he's going up.
Poppa: Ahh.. this should be interesting.
Kilgore is punishing Solo in the corner with hard body shots & then whips him across the ring. He follows in with a devastating clothesline. Meanwhile, Cyrus sets the ladder up in the ring, positioning it so that it is directly underneath one of the trapdoors to the 2nd cell. The ladder is only about 2 feet short of the top of the cell. Cyrus begins to climb, not realising that Crucyfix has seen what he is planning and has climbed into the ring to stop him. Crucyfix climbs up behind Cyrus and clubs him across the back, stopping him. He then starts to climb up behind him, presumably planning some kind of move. We never find out as Cyrus spectacuarly rolls down the back of Crucyfix, locks him legs and in the same motion takes Crucyfix off the ladder with something similar to a Sunset Powerbomb. Back to Kilgore who has Solo on the top turnbuckle. Kilgore climbs up and then sets him up for a big Superplex. But Solo breaks free and he grabs Kilgore by the waist and then dives off the top rope, but not into the ring, to the outside and drives him down with a devastating Spinebuster. A chant of Holy Shit rings around the arena, and probably not for the last time. Back in the ring, Cyrus is about to climb the ladder again, when he realises that Splinter is climbing back into the ring, armed with a steel chair. Cyrus drops down and tries to cut Splinter off before he can get in the ring, but he is too slow, and Splinter cracks him over the head with the chair. It's only a glancing blow, and only enough to stun Cyrus, not knock him down. Splinter drops the chair and takes Cyrus over towards the corner and hops up onto the turnbuckle. He hooks Cyrus by the head and then swings out with a Tornado DDT onto the Steel Chair. Cyrus rolls out of the ring holding his head while Splinter takes a breather and then gets to his feet.
Stanyer: Splinter, alone in the ring with the Ladder already set up.
Poppa: He could win the match right now if he's quick.
Stanyer: He'll have to be very quick, as I can see Crucyfix getting up, and even Solo is starting to recover from that amazing diving Spinebuster.
Splinter starts to climb the ladder, not realising that Crucyfix is climbing into the ring behind him. Splinter climbs pretty swiftly, but not swiftly enough as Crucyfix grabs the ladder and is about to tip it over when he suddenly changes his mind, and decides to climb the ladder after Splinter. Solo, having just about recovered from the Diving Spinebuster, climbs into the ring. Suddenly "Immortal" by Adema starts to play. Everyone turns towards the entrance and a hug