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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 huge roar goes up as Antonio Gambino comes running out of the entrance way. He's carrying some kind of axe, whatever it is, it takes only two blows to smash the padlock and open the door to the cell. He tosses it away as he slides into the ring and he and Solo clash in the middle of the ring. Gambino quickly takes control and begins to pound away on Solo with right hands and knocks him down before starting to stomp away. Back to the Ladder, Splinter is in the 2nd cell and Crucyfix is hot on his heels. Splinter catches Crucyfix at the top of the ladder and tries to send him back down with a few well-placed right hands. But a counter punch from Crucyfix sends Splinter reeling and allows Crucyfix to climb into the 2nd cell. Down below, Gambino has Solo outside of the ring and slams him headfirst into the cell wall. He then rakes his face across the barbwire opening up a few more cuts. He then hoists him up onto his shoulder and then torpedoes him into the steel & barbwire. Not content, Gambino picks Solo and repeats the move. He then kneels down and gives Solo a bit of trash talk as the crowd cheers him on like madmen. Gambino picks up half of the steel steps and tosses them over the top rope into the ring. He then pulls Solo up and rolls him back into the ring.
Stanyer: Well it seems that Gambino has finally decided to join this match, and he is destroying Solo.
Poppa: It's not unexpected, it was Solo who wanted Gambino to turn up tonight, and he's getting his wish, in the worst possible way!!!
We cut to the outside of the ring, where we see that Cyrus is ducking down behind the ring apron, watching Solo & Gambino go at it. Kilgore seems to be slowly coming around after the devastating Spinebuster. Above the ring, Splinter and Crucyfix exchange right hands in the 2nd cell and then a Splinter dropkick almost sends Crucyfix into the C4, but he manages to stop himself just in time. Splinter rips his tights and cuts open his left arm on the barbwire that covers the mesh floor of the 2nd cell. Splinter gets to his feet and catches Crucyfix with a body shot. He then tries to hook Crucyfix up for the Holocaust DDT, but Crucyfix throws caution to the wind and drives both of them forward and uses Splinter as a shield as they both crash into the C4 covered cell wall. There is a loud bang, which makes even Gambino look upwards. Both men collapse onto the mesh floor of the 2nd cell. Splinter's hair is badly singed, as is his back and much of his tights. Crucyfix looks to have escaped mostly unscathed, save for a burn mark on one side of his face & some singed hair. Unsurprisingly, a "Holy Shit" chant rings around the Toronto SkyDome.
Stanyer: Oh my God, I hope they are okay..
Poppa: I couldn't even watch that, that just looked too nasty.
Stanyer: Crucyfix must be completely insane, he DROVE himself & Splinter into that C4, he went in willingly!!
Poppa: It could prove to be a smart move, if he can recover from the shock, as Splinter took most of the explosion. He could grab the title before anyone else reaches the 2nd cell.
Stanyer: True, but look who is waiting to climb that ladder, both Kilgore & Cyrus deWynter. Crucyfix would have to go now, and I don't think he's getting up just yet.
Back in the ring, Gambino pulls Solo up and pulls him up onto the steel steps. He stands on the steps and sets Solo up for a Piledriver. He pulls Solo up and then drops him headfirst onto the cold steel with a sickening thud. Even the bloodthirsty crowd cringe. But Gambino isn't done yet, as he drags the near-unconscious body of Solo up to his feet. He then holds him in position for the Gambino Facebuster and then looks around the arena. The entire of the Toronto SkyDome wills Gambino on and he delivers his trademark finisher, driving Solo headfirst into the Steel Steps. Gambino then gets to his and "dusts his hands off" over Solo's now unconscious body and then he leaves the ring and starts back up the aisle. But then he stops and looks up towards Crucyfix, who is unconscious. We see him mouth "I'll be seeing you", before he turns and walks off.
Poppa: Here lies Solo, former king of Hell in a Cell, may he Rest in Peace
Stanyer: I have a feeling that Gambino is back, and that Crucyfix is going to be extremely disappointed that he didn't get to fight Gambino tonight. But that can wait until another day.
Now Gambino has finished with Solo, Cyrus makes his way into the ring and starts to climb the ladder. Kilgore is back up and he begins to climb the ladder behind Cyrus. Kilgore makes no attempt to catch Cyrus up, he just follows him up. At the top, Cyrus is met by Crucyfix and they exchange right hands as Kilgore climbs into the cell. Cyrus blocks a clothesline from Crucyfix and slams him down with a perfect STO. He then turns around and looks towards the rope ladder that leads up to the 3rd cell. But he is met by Kilgore who wastes absolutely no time and sends Cyrus through a loop with a clothesline. He pulls Cyrus up and nearly breaks the roof of the cell with an awesome Two Handed Chokebomb. Kilgore seems to have been turned up to the max as he pulls Cyrus and lifts him up by the throat with just one hand and then throws him into one of the walls still covered in C4 panels. The 2nd huge explosion of the night goes off as Cyrus collapses onto the mesh. Kilgore looks upwards towards the Extreme Title and smiles, as it seems nobody can stop him now. But Crucyfix is back on his feet, and Kilgore doesn't even get chance to think as Crucyfix hits the Last Breath (Downward Spiral). Now it is Crucyfix who begins to make his way up into the third and final cell. It seems nothing will be able to stop him claiming the Extreme Title. But there is one man who can, Splinter. Badly burnt, but still in the match, and he is climbing the ladder into the 2nd cell. Crucyfix sees him as he starts to climb up onto the roof, but decides to ignore him. This proves to be a mistake as Splinter drags Crucyfix off the ladder and then drives him into the mesh with a Holocaust DDT.
Poppa: You know, for all this violence, there hasn't been much bloodshed, but I fancy those nails will change that
Stanyer: Transparent Walls of Nails, who in their right mind thinks of something as twisted as that?
Splinter pulls Crucyfix up and then drives him back first into the wall of nails. Crucyfix's expression is one of shock, and as he falls off, we see that there are at least 15 holes in his shirt & blood is already dripping down the transparent fixtures that hold the nails in place. Splinter isn't done though, and he pulls Crucyfix up and this time drives him front first into those nails. He hits the wall with such force that something breaks free and that part of the wall actually collapses and the wall of nails crashes down onto the outer roof of the 2nd cell. Splinter is still holding Crucyfix up and you wonder what he has in mind as he lies Crucyfix on top of the nails and then places one of the C4 boards on Crucyfix's chest before he starts climbing up to the very top of the THIAC structure. He completely ignores the Extreme Title belt and goes to the edge of the cell overlooking Crucyfix. He looks around the crowd who give him a massive cheer. He then goes for the Reality Rift Splash (450 Splash) and crashes down on Crucyfix, driving him into the bed of nails accompanied by a big explosion. but that isn't all, the impact breaks the roof of the 2nd cell and sends them crashing down towards the roof of cell 1, but there is only one way they are going now, and that's down. The impact of the bed of nails & two bodies falling 10 feet is enough to smash a hole in the 1st cell and some fans look away in horror as the two bodies crash into the canvas, the canvas creaks and then it seems as though some of the stantions holding the ring up break as the canvas tips to one side, a couple of the turnbuckles collapse, the rings rope sag and then finally everything stops. The crowd is completely silent with shock. EMT's frantically rush into the ring to check on the two wrestlers. Finally, a "Holy Shit" chant breaks out from the Extreme branch of the crowd. The rest either murmur or stare in complete shock.
Poppa: Jesus Mother of God . We'll be lucky if we don't have two corpses in the ring.
Stanyer: I'm speechless, for once in my life, I'm lost for words.
Poppa: Words aren't needed to describe what just happened. But they are for what is happening now, the match is still going on, Kilgore is climbing into the third cell.
Indeed, Kilgore has already made his way into the 3rd cell and is preparing to climb up to the roof. Cyrus is almost on his feet and is looking up towards Kilgore. But he won't make it in time, but there is someone who will - Solo!!! Amazingly, Solo has recovered from the beating Gambino handed out to him and is actually climbing up the outside of the cell. Kilgore looks certain to grab the Extreme Title when Solo clambers over the edge of the roof and dives at Kilgore taking him down by the legs. Both get to their feet and Kilgore scores with a hard knee to the gut. He then grabs Solo by the throat and looks set to deliver a Chokeslam. He points down the hole in which they climbed up, as if to signify that he is going to chokeslam Solo through it. Then a change suddenly comes over Kilgore, his eyes dart about and he releases his hold on Solo. He backs away for a second, it seems Leon has returned at the worst possible moment. But it doesn't matter now, as Solo suddenly delivers Painful Memories (Stone Cold Stunner). Kilgore somehow stays on his feet and staggers backwards to the edge of the cell. For a moment it looks like he will keep his balance, but then he topples backwards and crashes down onto the roof of the 2nd cell. The roof sags and almost gives way, but it just about manages to keep Kilgore up. Solo turns around and comes face to face with Cyrus deWynter.
Stanyer: One man has left of his own accord, 3 men are down and out, 2 remain.
Poppa: It's the final battle for the Extreme Title, fought 36 feet above solid ground.
Solo and Cyrus exchange a few right hands, Cyrus takes Solo down with a Single Leg, but then gets punched in the face knocking him away. Solo gets up and he unleashes some hard right hands on Cyrus's burnt face. He then hits a kick to the gut and goes for Painful Memories, but as Solo turns away to drive Cyrus's jaw into his shoulder, the Extreme Champion hooks Solo's head and drives him down with a Reverse DDT. The impact breaks the roof of the cell and they both crash down into the 2nd cell. You can hear the roof creaking as Cyrus quickly rolls off Solo and the roof suddenly gives way and Solo crashes through onto the roof of the 1st cell, which itself almost gives way, but just manages to hold his weight. However, the 2nd C4 board happened to be propped up against the wall and on that very floor panel, and it toppled down after Solo and landed on his chest with a big explosion.
Stanyer: Oh my God, Solo could be dead!!!
Poppa: He might be, but there is a ray of light now, I think this match is finally over.
And Big Poppa is 100% right as Cyrus slowly makes his way up the ladder to the roof. With nobody left to oppose him, Cyrus reaches out and grabs his Extreme Title belt and in the most hardcore of environments, somehow manages to hold onto the Extreme Title. The bell rings to signify the end of this bloodbath as EMT's are already climbing up the ladder to the 1st & 2nd cells to check on Kilgore & Solo.
Stanyer: Somehow, Cyrus deWynter has managed to hold onto the Extreme Title, a man who despises hardcore.
Poppa: And not once did he attempt a hardcore maneouvre. He never used a weapon, he never threw anyone into the cell walls. And he never deliberately put Solo through the cell roof, it just happened. Without being hardcore, he has somehow managed to win one of the most hardcore matches imaginable.
Stanyer: I hope Splinter, Crucyfix, Kilgore & Solo survive this one, I'm being told Splinter & Crucyfix are at least alive, but seriously injured. They are almost ready to be stretchered out of the ring.
Poppa: It seems only Cyrus has survived this contest, the cell hasn't, the ring hasn't, and 4 of the 6 participants haven't.
Stanyer: Not since the last THIAC match have I seen this much carnage. I'm just glad they didn't have the glass floor this time.
Poppa: Blackbird must have been in a good mood when he designed level 3 .
Stanyer: Not a good enough mood though. Walls of Nails I'll never forget that one.
Poppa: It's going to be hard to forget this match period, it could give a man nightmares just thinking about it.
Stanyer: But it is at least over.
Still pictures of Nightshade throughout the years are shown as "Walked Away" by 3rd Strike starts up.
~~Feels so cold to be abandoned
I can't see past what you have done
Memories how they fade away
Now you want to come back~
"Date With Destiny 3-30-2003 Nightshade vs. Sabre"
Nightshade is quick to his feet and he crotches Sabre on the top rope... Nightshade then dives off the top rope with an amazing Sulphurous Ash. The crowd suddenly starts to murmur, as someone is running down the ramp.
Gellar: Who the hell is that?
Blackbird: Could that be this "Desperation"? The man who seems to be stalking Nightshade?
Gellar: ...he has a Sledgehammer!!!
Before Nightshade can even react to what is happening, the man levels him with a sledge shot to the head. Carlton Rock has no choice but to make the count. .1 ..2 ..3!!!!!!
~~I walked away from you
No fuckin' tears for them lost years
I took the pain then I turned it to hatred
So dead to me
No fantasy
My own blood is the enemy remedy
Long gone test me be strong
Let me move on
Kill the memories
That I see only tragedy
From his belt to his hands to his fist
I can't relive this
I can't forgive this~
*"*Havoc 53 6-15-2003 Nightshade vs. Brod"
Nightshade plants Brod with a Tornado DDT. He goes for a cover. .1 2 Brod powers his left shoulder off the canvas. The screen lights up... treating us to an iron gate in a cemetery. Stars stand out in the night sky like tiny diamonds as a figure walks past, hunched over the tombs of the unknown, his fingers tracing across the mossy stone.
Desperation: Nightshade... hello. It's me, Nighthshade. This is where you left me... well, not technically, but how technical can you get when you kill a man?...
-cut-
Desperation: It's time, my friend, to dig up your past, and reveal what you've left behind...
-cut-
Desperation: NOTHING! NOTHING, DO YOU HEAR? THIS GRAVE IS EMPTY! THIS GRAVE CONTAINS NOTHING... AND YOUR LEGEND IS EMPTY, NIGHTSHADE! YOUR WORDS AND YOUR FANTASTIC CLAIMS ARE AS EMPTY AS THE COFFIN OF THAT MAN.... THAT MAN!
~~I locked you out
These years
This hatred
Cries in my head
You died in my head
I locked you out
These years
This hatred
Cries in my head
You died in my head
Steady coming with that friendly fire
Shooting me down
Two caps to the back
Dropped face first
Hit the ground
Never around
So in the fucking mind you're dead
And now that you're alone
You want to be my friend to foe
Who got control
Now I'm the one that's walking away
So what do you gotta say
Lying bruised and beat
Kicked to the curb
You're not my father don't bother because you never were
Take that motherfucker~
"Havoc 54 7-12-2003 Davey K vs. Splinter vs. Gambino vs. Nightshade"
Gambino and Nightshade slowly make their way to their feet. They begin to exchange right hands, Gambino gets the upper hand and begins to knock Nightshade backwards. He then whips him to the ropes, he goes down for a Back Body Drop, but Nightshade counters with a Double Arm DDT.
-cut-
The tron suddenly lights up, and all action ceases for a moment as colours fade into focus... and we see rainy light, almost misty in the glow of a streetlamp, revealing a trenchcoat that has become all to familiar, and a hat pulled down to mask the face of...
Desperation: Good evening, Nightshade. Good to see you're in a fighting mood. You're certainly in a place where such a mood is... how should I put this... appropriate?
-cut-
Desperation: Nightshade, it feels like I've known you so long. Long enough to know that when David Scrimm... passed... you were joyous. You saw another wing go up on the temple of your fame, a new wing to your legend. You loved it, admit it. You looked deep into his eyes as he fell, and you... you... you were laughing inside. Your heart was blazing like warm timbers on a hearth. I know how you think, Nightshade, I really do. We're closer than you think, you and I...so close...so very close. Literally yards apart at the moment... and by this, I say... come find me...
-cut-
Nightshade storms out into the night, where a light rain is falling into a dim alleyway. He comes to the shape that stands in the rainy light, a shape that huddles under a stetson and a trenchcoat.
Nightshade: ...You! Who are you!
The shape holds it's silence. He draws nearer, one fist forming into a ball.
Nightshade: What in the hell...
A huge shape lumbers out of the night, and there is an earth-shattering crack as a tongfar slams into the back of Nightshade's head.
Desperation: Is that all you expect of me, 'God Nightshade?'
-cut-
Desperation: Who am I? Where is the white rabbit leading you, Alice?
Nightshade's fingers grip the bottom of Desperation's coat.
Desperation: Oh? What's this? You've made it over to me. Amazing! Such power. It's a shame I sent Krychek away... I might need him against such a sickening... worthless.... pathetic specimen. That is, if you could hurt me. But there's one thing you should know, Nightshade, one thing that should grip your mind in it's dirty, ragged claws and hold you until you scream for release.
Nightshade pulls on the coat. There is a metallic rustle, and the coat falls away, as does the stetson, revealing... a formless white mannequin torso. Tied to the eyeless face of the thing is a walkie-talkie.
Desperation: This isn't checkers. It's chess.
Nightshade crawls over the walkie-talkie and brings his hands up together....
Desperation: Oh Nightshade? See you around.
He brings his fists down, and the walkie-talkie explodes under them. He lays there, bleeding from the hands and face, as the rain falls down all around him as the image mixes together to grey.
~~I locked you out
These years
This hatred
Cries in my head
You died in my head
Striving forever to find who I am
Striving forever to find who I am
Abandonment how I can taste it
My resentment time to face it
On my knees oh god replace it
Can't believe it I cant take it
Abandonment how I can taste it
My resentment time to face it
On my knees oh god replace it
Can't believe it I cant take it~
"Havoc 55 7-26-2003 Nightshade vs. Krychek"
Nightshade walks in. His face is covered by a plaster mask. His hands are all taped up in black. The only part of his face that is visible is his mouth and chin.
Nightshade: Desperation. Show yourself!
Nightshade's booming voice echoes throughout the arena as the fans cheer loudly for him.
-cut-
Desperation looks up at a streetlight. The lower half of his face is revealed... clean shaven, strong jawbone...
Desperation: Such anger! It's as if I've done something to you. I've put you through a lot... more than you know, Nightshade. More than you'll ever know. And your ANGER... it's so complete. You're frustrated. You're...desperate?
-cut-
Nightshade hits a couple of gut shots on the big man, and then goes for the desperation move. He scoots closer to Krychek, and walks away from the corner in the powerbomb position. Before Krychek can react, Nightshade drops him down violently with "The Smiting" (Hangman's DDT), bouncing Krychek's head sickeningly on the mat.
-cut-
Nightshade staggers over to Krychek and just as he reaches his feet, hooks his head and delivers the vicious "Sulphurous Ash".
-cut-
The screen comes on in a strange place... Nightshade's throne room. There, Desperation sits on his throne.
Desperation: ...you're a good man, Nightshade. Not God, but good just the same. You almost live up to your words... but not quite. Nobody could live up to your words.
-cut-
Desperation: But know this... KNOW....THIS!... that the man you hate, the man you despise, is the man who threw David Scrimm to his death, the man who made sweet love to Nightgoddess, the man who was Slaughterhouse Champion time after time.
Nightshade's face goes blank with shock as Desperation pulls off his hat, to reveal ... the face of Nightshade.
Desperation/Nightshade: I....AM....YOU!
Slow motion takes over both video and audio.
~~On the brink of a break down
No love found in my soul
Straight from the get go
Nothing left in this heart
Just a motherfucking stab in the back
Back in my life
Yeah right~
"Havoc 56 8-9-2003 Nightshade vs. Cyrus deWynter"
Nightshade fades back in as he stands in the ring.
Nightshade: What will Desperation make me do? Will Desperation make me destroy the young opponent that awaits me? Will Desperation destroy my shots at everything?
Nightshade stops in the middle of the ring. He holds his head up and stares into the camera.
Nightshade: Will Desperation be the one thing that keeps me alive?
He pauses to let the words sink in.
Nightshade: If it was Desperation's intent to get into my mind, he succeeded. If it was his attempt to get under my skin, he succeeded. If it was his intent to destroy me... well... you ain't seen nothing yet.
Desperation's shadowed face breaks into a smile.
Desperation: So how can one man be in two places, staring at himself, speaking to himself, looking himself... pardon the cliche... squarely in the eye? He...can't... or can he? Can he, Nightshade? Lay your hands on me, see what face looks at you when you've finally got me...
Desperation reaches up and takes away his Stetson. The crowd gasps in shock, and Nightshade goes a deathly pale. Staring down at him from the walkway is David Scrimm. A stunned Nightshade drops to his knees and just stares as the man who appears to be the late David Scrimm turns and walks through the entranceway. The picture swirls out.
~~I locked you out
These years
This hatred
Cries in my head
You died in my head~
"Havoc 57 9-6-2003 Nightshade vs. Collie 'The Dog' Entragarian"
Nightshade's eyes are glowing in the lights of the arena.
Desperation: You know, I'm not surprised you disbelieve your eyes. David Scrimm... is me? I thought he was dead! I thought you killed him, Nightshade! How could I be him... Look behind you.
Nightshade turns in the ring... and sees David Scrimm standing behind him.
Desperation: Meet my David Scrimm.
Nightshade: This...this is not David Scrimm.
Desperation: He's almost... sweezy?
-cut-
Desperation: I'd say it's more along the lines of 'Like a Dime!'
-cut-
Desperation: Or maybe I could spell it out for you a little better. Why don't you 'Respect the Fly'? Could you do that for me? Do you remember? Do you love?
Nightshade:...I know you! I know exactly who you are! You're...
Desperation: He speaks the truth in his own mind...
But his reasoning is far behind...
Nightshade: You...
Desperation: I wouldn't be uppity, now. Remember, I loaded Ten Thousand Cases!
Nightshade: It's you... it's B....
Collie Entragarian slams into Nightshade from behind.
-cut- Nightshade comes racing out from the back armed with a Steel Chair. He slides into the ring and clocks Collie before he even realises Nightshade is in the ring. Cold Fury flows through Nightshade as he unleashes vicious blow after vicious blow to Collie Entragarian. He picks up Collie and looks at his bloody face, then finishes him with the Sulphurous Ash onto the steel chair. He places one foot on Collie and the referee, Morgan Black, makes the count. 1 ..2 ..3!!!
-cut-
Nightshade hears this, and turns... taking a boot to the stomach. He bends over in pain, and Desperation grabs him by the head and nails him with a Stunner! Nightshade falls back as Desperation stands, just having completed the 'Painful Memories' of sorts.
Desperation: Excellent work, Nightshade! You called me Bishop. And wow, that's something, isn't it? You must have peeked under my hat. Because this is Bryan Bishop's face, is it not? Is this not his face?
Bishop takes off the sunglasses. He turns to Nightshade... revealing two huge silver disks where his eyes should be.
Desperation: This isn't checkers, it's chess. So let's leave you here to think about it, Nightshade... let's leave you to try and separate my lies from your lies. Let's see if you love.
The word love echoes over and over as the song comes to a close.
~~Stabbed in the back
Filled with hate
Nothing else to say
Cuz I walked away ~
Stanyer: The storied history of Nightshade & Desperation, most of which has taken place over the past month or so.
Poppa: Desperation has got into Nightshade's head, and now he's all Nightshade thinks about. What nobody really knows is WHY Desperation is doing this to Nightshade. So many people are asking WHO Desperation is, but nobody is asking WHY Desperation is doing what he is doing.
Stanyer: I imagine most people think that knowing who Desperation is will explain why he has something against Nightshade.
Poppa: Perhaps, we shall just have to wait and see.
Stanyer: Indeed, I'm told this match will be a "No Holds Barred" contest, by decree of the PWF Owner. And a good decision in my opinion, as I do not believe these two would be able to stay within the confines of the rules.
No Holds Barred
Credit: The Pelican
"I Dreamed I Killed God" by Tim Reynolds plays and the arena darkens as Desperation makes his way through the entranceway wearing the now familiar black mask. He does nothing on the way down to the ring, he just climbs into the ring and waits.
"Counterfeit God" by the Black Label Society plays as Nightshade comes out of the Entrance Way running.
Report: Nightshade thunders down the aisle and slides under the bottom rope, but Desperation is ready for him and immediately stomps him down. But Nightshade's far too angry to be kept down and he snaps Desperation down with a single leg takedown and then pounces on him and unleashes volleys of lefts & rights. Nightshade then gets to his feet and drags Desperation up with him, but the masked man gets in a hard elbow to the gut and then comes up with a couple of hard right hands. But Nightshade comes back and flattens Desperation with a vicious clothesline. He summons Desperation to get back to his feet and the puts him back down with a 2nd clothesline. Desperation staggers up and Nightshade whips him into the ropes and then hits him with the Kitchen Sink. He then goes to the edge of the ring and shouts "Cane" at one of the ringside officials. The tone of Nightshade's voice gives the crewmember no option but to look under the ring and then hand Nightshade a Singapore Cane. Nightshade then turns towards Desperation and tells him to stand up. Desperation is currently on one knee and looks up at Nightshade, see the Cane, yet still stands up, showing that he isn't afraid. Nightshade swings wildly with the Cane, which Desperation easily ducks and catches him with a boot to the gut. Desperation then hoists Nightshade up and plants him with a Suplex. He then pounces on Nightshade and slaps on what looks like a Rear Chinlock, but is more likely a chokehold. He holds this on for about 30 seconds before Nightshade starts to rise to his feet and breaks the hold with a double axe handle to the gut. Nightshade scores with a few right hands and then whips Desperation into the ropes and sends him flying with a Back Body Drop. He then picks up the Singapore Cane he dropped earlier and this time doesn't wait for Desperation to stand, as soon as Desperation sits up, Nightshade cracks him across the side of the head.
Poppa: Oww I felt that from here.
Stanyer: Unless that mask is uber-tight & he wears it 24/7, Desperation, whoever he may be, is going to have a pretty big lump on his forehead tomorrow morning.
Poppa: Or sooner
Nightshade spins the cane around before cracking it across the body of Desperation a couple of times. His blows are so fierce that the Cane breaks after just 3 blows. He tosses it away and then pulls Desperation up to his feet. He hooks him from behind and delivers one of his trademark Reverse DDT's. He then climbs onto the 2nd rope and takes flight with a Diving Elbow to Desperations face. Then he pulls Desperation into his lap and tries to rip the mask off. This seems to wake Desperation up from the daze pretty quickly as he squirms away and rolls out of the ring before Nightshade has any success. Shady rolls out of the ring after him and grabs him before he can escape. Shady scoops Desperation up and drops him chest first across the guardrail. Desperation staggers around holding his chest but Nightshade doesn't care and repeats the move before giving Desperation a knee to the gut and then scoops him up and Slams him down on the floor. Nightshade rolls Desperation in the ring but drags him so his head is on the apron. He then climbs up the steps and runs along the apron and drops a heavy Leg Drop across Desperation's throat. He rolls towards the middle of the ring clutching his throat as Nightshade smiles and climbs into the ring. Nightshade drags Desperation up and throws him face first into the turnbuckle and then spins him around. Nightshade then smashes him down with a pair of furious punches and then he starts to stomp a mudhole in Desperation. Once he has finished, Nightshade pulls Desperation up, but gets caught with a Low Blow.
Poppa: That was desperation right there what? (Stanyer is staring at Poppa)
Stanyer: Was that an attempt at a pun?
Poppa: What d'ya mean "attempt", that was a pun, and a quality one at that.
Stanyer: Your skill with words has diminished over the years.
Poppa: Since when do you get so formal?
Stanyer: I'm trying to call a match here, and you're cracking jokes?
Poppa: Well, obviously you have no sense of humour, so I have to have it all.
Stanyer: Whatever.
After the low blow, Desperation takes a little while to recover some of his strength and then rolls out of the ring. He walks over to the Time Keeper, grabs him by the shirt and throws him to the ground and then picks up the chair he was sitting on. Nightshade starts to climb through the ropes, but that's precisely what Desperation was waiting for as he cracks the Steel Chair over Nightshade's skull. Desperation tosses the chair into the ring and then rolls in and goes for a cover. Referee Morgan Black makes the count. .1 ..2 Nightshade just kicks out. Desperation protests to Morgan Black, but he insists that it was only a 2 count.
Stanyer: Clearly, Desperation doesn't want to be in the ring with Nightshade any longer than he has to be.
Poppa: Or perhaps he just wants to win, to prove his point.
Stanyer: Or perhaps he's afraid of what Nightshade wants to do to him.
Desperation mounts Nightshade and pounds his face with right hands, all the while talking to him, although we can't make out what he is saying. Desperation pulls Nightshade up and then delivers a High Angle Back Drop. He's starting to get a bit more confident as he pulls Nightshade back to his feet and snaps on a Side Headlock and gives Shady a few right hands before he whips him into the ropes. He plants Shady with a Sidewalk Slam and then hooks the leg for a cover. .1 ..2 . Nightshade kicks out. Desperation sits up and looks at the chair he brought into the ring. He pulls Nightshade up and takes him over towards the chair and then hooks both of Nightshade's arms. He then flips him up and drives him with a flawless Tiger Bomb onto the steel chair. Nightshade rolls off holding his back and grimacing because of the pain. Desperation pulls him back and hooks the leg for the cover. .1 ..2 . Nightshade just kicks out. Desperation pulls Shady up and smiles before he delivers a DDT to him. He then pulls Nightshade up and slaps on a Dragon Sleeper Hold.
Poppa: Isn't that one of Nightshade's trademark holds?
Stanyer: It's not something Nightshade created, but it is one of his favourite maneouvres, he calls it "Nightly Shaded".
Poppa: And Desperation is using it quite deliberately. He wants to try and make Nightshade give up to his own move.
Stanyer: Not a chance in hell if you ask me. But he can try.
Desperation wrenches back on the hold, but Nightshade is keeping his arm firmly in the air. Realising his attempt is fruitless, he releases the hold and drags Nightshade to his feet. He smashes him on the jaw with a Fury Punch and sends him staggering into the turnbuckle. Desperation lifts him up and dumps him on the top rope. He climbs onto the 2nd rope and hooks Nightshade around the head, looking for all the word like he is going to attempt a Super Tazzplex. But Nightshade holds onto the top rope with both hands to block the move. He then headbutts Desperation, stunning him for a moment. Nightshade then hooks Desperation by the head and moves himself along the 2nd rope and then dives off taking Desperation down with him in a variation of a Super DDT. Both men then stay down as Morgan Black starts up a 10 count. As he reaches around 6, both men start to make their way to their feet. At the count of 9, both men are standing. Nightshade is the first to attack as he strikes Desperation with a hard right hand. Desperation comes back with quick left and follows up with a hard right hand. Nightshade staggers backwards and offers no reply. Desperation comes in with a gut kick but Nightshade was playing possum and he catches Desperation's boot, spins him around into a waistlock and then sends him soaring through the air with an awesome German Suplex with Desperation crashing down face first. Nightshade kips up and then lets out a roar to the crowd. He turns towards Desperation with a look on his face that has not been seen for many a year. He drags Desperation to his feet and throws him into the turnbuckle. He then unleashes lefts & rights to the body & face with amazing power & speed. He doesn't let Desperation collapse but pulls him out of the corner and lifts him up by the throat and tosses him across the ring. Nightshade stalks after Desperation and then spots the Steel Chair he that was cracked in his face earlier. It's dented because of his head & the Tiger Bomb, but he doesn't care and picks it up. He pulls Desperation up and holds the chair in front of him and trash talks him. He then places the chair under his throat and then drives Desperation & the chair down into the mat. Desperation rolls around gasping for air and clutching his throat while Nightshade stands over him, smiling.
Stanyer: This is a Nightshade we have not seen in a very, very long time.
Poppa: This is more like the Nightshade who would put someone in "The Box" just so he could enjoy watching them suffer. This is the Nightshade who choke someone out, just because he can. This is the sadistic Nightshade, the one who cares only about causing pain.
Stanyer: God help Desperation.
Nightshade stands over Desperation and shouts for all to hear. "You want to see a PROPER Dragon Sleeper?". The crowd roars and Shady pulls Desperation up and snaps on Nightly Shaded. You can hear Desperation coughing and spluttering as he struggles for air and then we hear the a change in the crowd, and we see why as Krychek, Desperation's lackey, has slid into the ring. Nightshade releases the Dragon Sleeper immediately but it's too late as Krychek flattens him with a huge Big Boot. Krychek pulls Shady up and sets him up for a Powerbomb, but to the delight of the crowd, Nightshade breaks free with a Back Body Drop. Krychek gets to his feet and staggers backwards, Shady charges at him and clothesline him over the top rope. Nightshade then turns his attention back towards Desperation, who is trying to get to his feet, but is still holding his throat. Nightshade helps him up and then sets him up for Sulphurous Ash. He looks around at the crowd and then he drills Desperation's head into the canvas. He goes for a cover and then stops himself. He says out load, "I wanna know who the Son of a Bitch is first". He pulls Desperation into his lap and then tries to rip of Desperation's mask, but it's on extremely tightly. Nightshade grabs both edges and pulls as hard as he can, using Desperations shoulders for leverage and then suddenly he is sprawled across the middle of the ring, a black mask in his hands. He smiles and then looks at Desperation and the smile disappears from his face - Desperation was wearing a 2nd mask underneath the original. Nightshade scrambles across to try and rip off the 2nd mask, but Desperation gets in a low blow to stop Nightshade in his tracks. We then see Krychek climbing back into the ring and he offers a sick smile as he pulls Nightshade up and then plants him with a devastating Jacknife Powerbomb. Desperation is slowly getting to his feet, not fully aware of what's going on, but enough to realise that he is now in total control of the match, thanks to Krychek. He starts to go for a cover, but then changes his mind. He pulls Shady up and then he draws a chorus of boos from the crowd as he sets him up for his own finisher, Sulphurous Ash. Desperation hit's Nightshade's own finisher and then rolls him over and hooks the leg. Morgan Black makes the count 1 ..2 ..3!! Loud boos & various taunts ring around the arena as Desperation's arm is raised in victory.
Stanyer: Son of a Bitch. I can't believe he's pulled this one off. Not only has he beaten Nightshade, but he's done it with Shady's favourite finishing move.
Poppa: That's what Desperation is all about, he loves to play mind games, and I have a feeling that he isn't finished with Nightshade, not just yet.
Stanyer: I don't think he has a choice, because I can tell you one thing for certain, Nightshade isn't finished with Desperation, not by a long shot.
Camera's cut to a dank area backstage, covered with trash and bits and pieces of material. Standing silently against a wall is Sabre, already in his wrestling gear. He breathes heavily, eyes closed, head slightly shifted upwards...
Sabre: "The End of the World main event..."
Sabre looks down at his right hand, opening it and clenching it into a fist over and over again before slapping himself on the left bicep.
Sabre: "I've made it this far... No turning back. No running away. Every accomplishment I've ever achieved in the PWF is all for tonight. All the hard work through the years, the reason why I get back on my feet when I get knocked down time and time again... all for tonight."
Sabre stops and lets out a long breath. Once again his eyes are closed as he clenches both fists and begins to hop on the spot, shooting a fist out before stopping...
Sabre: "Tonight is the night. I can't... I WON'T step down from this. The End of the World... I'm walking away the best in the business."
Sabre looks at his hands once more before silently walking away from the scene. The camera zooms in on a piece of sheet metal before fading to black...
Golgotha is walking around inside of his locker room. He is obviously getting ready for the main event tonight. The Double Jeopardy match. His back is to the camera. As he turns around, he sees the crew, and begins to talk.
Golgotha: "Tonight, End of the World. The Hardcore Christian is in the Main Event at the PWF's main event. Everyone thinks I'm the underdog in this match. But I tell you the truth, I am the chosen one! In my career here in the PWF, I've been underrated. No one thought I'd make it to the PWF from the Ice Age. Much less become a leader of 2 different sables, and a multiple champion. But I have proved all my critics wrong. I have risen above all the ashes and questions to prove I am one of the greats here in the PWF. And just where are the former champions I've beaten? Darkstorm, Jason Hunt, Hanibal, Masta P, Law Hiyabusa, Sandstorm, all gone! I not only beat them, I embarassed them to the point where they no longer can show their face around here."
Golgotha continues to pace around the room, getting frustrated. He starts thinking more about tonight's match, and his competitors.
Golgotha: "And Sabre has underestimated me. He thinks that I'll be a quick win for him, and he'll be able to advance in the match. Was I an easy win for you at Rumble in the Bronx? Its funny, 3 out of the 4 people in that match are in this one. The only difference is Homicide is replacing Sandstorm. Sabre, you have avoided me all through Defiance, and now you chose to give me the shot at your Title I've deserved since the Rumble? Why is that Sabre? Cause I've picked on some of your friends and you are trying to be a knight in shining armour? Everyone knows that you are the same little black duck that you have always been, the coward that avoided me because you knew I could take you. What kind of plan do you have Sabre to cheat me out of my Title? Maybe have the Dux run out? You can't beat me fairly, Sabre, and that's the Hardcore Truth."
"Moving on to my other opponents. Does it matter who I fight, between Davey K or Homicide? Not really. Both of them are scum and not important...wait I take that back. I want Homicide to win. So I cannot only rip the PWF Champion, Sabre apart, but do the same to the man who holds the World Title. Thus proving that I am not only a worthy Champion, but the first Unified Title Holder!"
Golgotha laughs maniacally, as the cameras fade to black.
Stanyer: This is it folks, the Main Event of The End of the World IV.
Poppa: The biggest match of the year, and it is in fact 3 matches in one.
Stanyer: The rules of a Double Jeopardy Match are simple, Two Matches take place at the same time, all 4 wrestlers are legally able to interact, the winners of those two matches immediately go on to face each other to determine the grand winner.
Poppa: In this contest, Homicide squares off against "Superstar" Davey K.
Stanyer: While Sabre takes on Cult Leader, Golgotha.
Poppa: This should be off the scale.
Stanyer: The winner of this match will become the Unified PWF World Heavyweight Champion, so let's not waste any more time on words. Let's get it on!!
World Title Unification Match
Double Jeopardy Match
Credit: The Pelican
The time is almost here. The biggest match in the history of the Pelican Wrestling Federation is only a minute away. Four men will fight for the right to be the undisputed PWF World Heavyweight Champion, and the biggest man of them all is only feet away from the stage of it all. Just inside the curtain, Homicide is pumping himself up with a few slaps to each shoulder, then a few jumps to loosen up, and finally he lets out a roar to get the adrenaline going. The time has come. The opening cords of "Cowboys From Hell" by Pantera explode onto the speakers and echo throughout the arena as the almost forgotten tune is reborn. Two silver streaks screech up to the rafters and are answered by a line of falling red sparks from the ceiling as the song hits full intensity and Homicide pierces the curtain and hears the audience. He throws back his long black bangs and lets out a loud yell of adrenaline as he is getting quite an ovation, both of cheers and boos as many see past the turn of character to honour his accomplishments tonight. Wearing new black leather cargo pants with silver lightning down the legs and red writing of 4:32 on the rear and a big H on the front, Homicide steps down the ramp showing off his new attire and of course, his Heavyweight Title.
James: "Making his way to the ring, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts; he weighs in at 292 pounds.. The World Heavyweight Champion.. HOMICIDE!!!!"
When Homicide reaches the ring, he climbs the steps and up to the second rope, staring into the crowd with his steel-grey eyes, and then he beats his chiseled chest twice and throws his massive arms into the air with another roar. As he steps down and hands the title to the referee, the next tune hits and he whips his head around to the Ultratron.
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 words "The Truth is " Slide across the Tron as "Golgotha" By Embodyment plays. The Hardcore Christian appears with the Golden Bible in his right hand. Cole T. Profit is walking right in front of him. He stops briefly and poses like he is reading a verse and then continues down to the ring. Upon getting there, he hands the Bible to Profit and climbs the turnbuckle. He extends his arms out like a cross and jumps into the ring.
James: Introducing, from Skull Canyon, Arizona, weighing 224lbs, "The Hardcore Christian" GOLGOTHA.
"Brand New Hate" by the Backyard Babies fires throughout the arena, and the crowd begin booing hoarsley as Sabre slowly struts out from behind the curtain, arms raised, taking in the negativity. He grins cockily at the fans in the front row as he walks to the ring, before jumping onto the apron and leaping over the third rope. He then moves into the centre of the ring and slowly pretends to brush some dirt from his chest, before raising his arms again while flames erupt in a large explosion on the stage behind him...
James: Introducing from Sydney, Australia, weighing 230lbs, THE SABRE.
Report: A huge roar rings around the SkyDome as the Main Event for the Unified PWF World Heavyweight Championship is about to begin. Senior Referee Mark Johnson calls for the bell and the match is under way. The 4 wrestlers are each in their respective corners, looking directly across towards their opponents in this Double Jeopardy Match. It is Homicide who gets the match underway as he walks towards the middle of the ring. Davey K walks right up to him and the two go face to face for a moment. Homicide then arrogantly slaps Davey K with the back of his right hand. Davey K responds in the only appropriate way, he smashes Homicide on the jaw with a right hook. The two exchange right hands with Homicide showing his power and taking control, pushing Davey back into the corner. Meanwhile, Sabre & Golgotha, who waited until Homicide & Davey had finished their little exchange, move towards each other. Sabre gives Golgotha a bit of trash talk, Golgotha responds in kind and then holds one hand up, calling for a test of strength. In a very old school moment, both wrestlers lock hands and push towards each other, trying to force the other man down. On this day, it is Golgotha who proves to be the stronger as he pushes Sabre down. But the PWF Champion shows off his agility as he swings himself through Golgotha's legs and dragging him down so his shoulders touch the canvas, he releases the hand grip and sweeps Golgotha's legs from under him and grabs both of his legs to hold him in a pinning predicament. Mark Johnson makes the first count of the match. ..1 ..2 .. Golgotha kicks out of his awkward position with time to spare. In the corner, Homicide gives Davey a few gut kicks and then backs away before charging in with a power clothesline, but Davey moves out of the way and Homicide hits the turnbuckle chest first. Davey then explodes on Homicide with a volley of right hooks. He then tries to whip Homicide towards the opposite corner, but Homicide counters with a Short Arm Clothesline. Back to Golgotha who is peppering Sabre with right hands at the moment. He whips Sabre into the ropes and sends him up and over with a Back Body Drop. Sabre rolls up and immediately bounces off the ropes and catches Golgotha by surprise with a Flying Dropkick.
Stanyer: All 4 men off to quick starts in this match, you'd have expected them to them to start things off slowly, they have to wrestle two matches in a row if they want to win this match.
Poppa: That is true, and you can expect all 4 of them to pace themselves well. But I think that they all just wanted to get off to a good start.
Stanyer: An astute analogy, and one that will probably prove to be accurate.
Sabre pulls Golgotha to his feet and pops off a few right hands and then he whips Golgotha into the turnbuckle. He charges in, but Golgotha moves out of the way, amazingly, Sabre reacts in time and runs up the turnbuckle and then dives off backwards catching Golgotha on the side of the head with a flying kick. Stunned, Golgotha staggers into Homicide, who was lifting Davey to his feet, Homicide nails Golgotha with a right hand sending him back towards Sabre who lifts him up and Snake Eyes him on the top turnbuckle. Homicide has Davey on his feet now and shows off his power as he hoists him high in the air with a classic Military Press. He walks around the ring with Davey K high above his head before dropping him behind him and then posing for the crowd, showing off his bulging biceps. Sabre has Golgotha on his feet and plants him with a Snap Suplex and then goes for a cover. 1 2 . Golgotha safely kicks out. Homicide drags Davey up, but gets caught with a Body Shot. A 2nd blow from Davey sends Homicide staggering backwards. Davey whips him into the ropes and then comes off the ropes himself to take Homicide down with a Flying Elbow Smash. Sabre pulls Golgotha up and slides behind him and plants him with a High Angle Back Drop. Sabre goes for another cover. ..1 2 Golgotha easily kicks out again.
Stanyer: It looks like Sabre wants to beat Golgotha early, so he can rest himself for the 2nd half of this match.
Poppa: Don't talk to me about him, you know what I want to see.
Stanyer: Which is?
Poppa: All 3 men gang up on Sabre and beat the crap out of him.
Stanyer: So the usual then.
Poppa: Pretty much.
Homicide gets to his feet and Davey boots him in the gut and then hoists him up and delivers a Suplex. He bounces off the ropes and delivers a Driving Elbow and then hooks the leg for a cover. ..1 .2 Homicide powers out. Sabre pulls Golgotha up and hits a couple of right hands as he drags him over to the turnbuckle. Sabre snaps on an Arm Wrench and then springs up to the top turnbuckle, presumably planning a Top Rope Arm Drag. But Golgotha never gives him chance as he pushes him off the top rope and Sabre crashes to the floor accompanied by a gasp from the watching crowd. Davey pulls Homicide to his feet and takes him over to the turnbuckle where he rams his face into the top pad. He spins Homicide around and then unleashes a flurry of right hands. He hits a big uppercut, which sends Homicide up before he crashes down. Davey then uses his right boot to choke the life out of Homicide, at least until Mark Johnson's count gets to 4 and he has to release the hold for fear of being disqualified. Golgotha is waiting for Sabre to get to his feet and then he uses the top rope to slingshot himself over the top and comes crashing down on Sabre with a Plancha. Davey pulls Homicide up and attempts a Back Drop, but Homicide blocks it and breaks free with an Elbow to the face. Homicide grabs Davey and delivers a pair of vicious clubs to the back and then he goes for a Release German Suplex, but Davey shows remarkable agility and escapes the hold to land on his feet. Homicide spins around to see Davey charging at him and takes a stiff left arm clothesline. Back on the outside, Golgotha is pulling Sabre up as he gets to his feet and then whips him hard into the ring steps. He gives Sabre a few kicks in the chest before he drags him up and rolls him back into the ring. Davey is on the 2nd rope and summons Homicide to get to his feet. As soon as Homicide is standing Davey dives off with a Double Axe Handle, but Homicide blocks and then sends Davey flying across the ring with an awesome Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Golgotha has Sabre in the corner and lifts him up Back Drop style and dumps him on the top turnbuckle. He then pulls him down into the Tree of Woe position. He gives him a few kicks to the gut before backing away and then charging in with an evil Dropkick to the Face.
Poppa: YES!!! Nice one Golgotha, kick his ass!!
Stanyer: You wouldn't be favouring Golgotha in tonight's main event now would you?
Poppa: I might be, what's it to you?
Stanyer: You're supposed to be impartial.
Poppa: No, YOU'RE supposed to be impartial, I'm allowed to pick and choose who I like.
Stanyer: Since when?
Poppa: Since forever, when d'ya think?
Homicide takes his time as he pulls Davey to his feet and then Chokelifts him, he trash talks him as he holds him there and then tosses him across the ring. Golgotha pulls Sabre away from the ropes and makes a cover. ..1 .2 Sabre kicks out. Golgotha pulls Sabre to his feet and then knees him hard in the gut before planting him with a powerful DDT. Golgotha tries another cover. ..1 .2 Sabre kicks out again. Homicide drags Davey up and hoists him over his shoulder before drilling him into the mat. He arrogantly dusts his hands before making a nonchalant cover. ..1 ..2 . Davey easily kicks out. Golgotha pulls Sabre into his lap and then snaps on a Reverse Chin Lock. But Sabre fights his way to his feet and breaks the hold with an Axe Handle to the gut. He then scores with a few right hands and then runs off the ropes and means to take Golgotha down with a Spinning Wheel Kick, but moves out of the way. Sabre rolls to his feet and straight into a knee to the gut from Golgotha, who slides behind him and plants him with a German Suplex, with a bridge. .1 .2 .. Sabre just kicks out. Homicide drags Davey to his feet and whips him into the ropes and then plants him with a Tilt-a-Whirl Slam. Homicide continues to take his time as he hooks the leg in a lazy cover. 1 2 . Davey kicks out again. Golgotha drags Sabre to his feet and slides Sabre's arm through his legs, he pauses for a moment and then he flips Sabre up and plants him with the Sinner's Slam. He then starts to climb to the top rope. Homicide pulls Davey up and does the classic Throat Cut Taunt. He then scoops Davey up and holds him over his shoulder, he points down and then plants Davey with the Cell Splitter (Fire Thunder Driver). Homicide smiles arrogantly as he makes the cover. .1 .2 . Davey just gets his shoulder up. Homicide looks surprised for a moment, but then his normal arrogant demeanor takes over. Golgotha is on the top rope and he sails off with a perfect Fall from Grace (Moonsault), he hooks the leg moments after impact. 1 .2 Sabre just kicks out.
Stanyer: Slowly but surely, Homicide & Golgotha are starting to take control of their respective matches.
Poppa: I'm disappointed, there hasn't been much interaction between the 4 men so far.
Stanyer: There doesn't have to be, that's purely up to the participants involved in the match.
Poppa: Stop making good points
Homicide drags Davey to his feet and holds him by the throat so he can trash talk him. He then hoists him up in the air in a Military Press and then a moment later he drops him down to his shoulder and is about to deliver Intentional Homicide when Davey slides off the back of his shoulder, hooks Homicide's head and hit's the Edge-O-Matic. Both men stay down. Golgotha picks Sabre up and lifts him up onto the top rope. He says a little prayer as he climbs up onto the top rope. He lifts Sabre up and puts him on his back for the Holy Cross (Super Samoan Drop), but Sabre skillfully escapes and lands on his feet. Sabre then grabs Golgotha's legs and Powerbombs him off the top rope. Both men then stay down, leaving all 4 men down in the middle of the ring.
Poppa: Wow, all 4 men down at almost exactly the same time. Who'll be the first up I wonder?
Stanyer: Whoever is first up, may have the best chance of winning the first half of this match, and therefore the best chance of winning the final match.
Poppa: You have to know that all 4 men want to be the first to score a pinfall so they can have a rest before the final pinfall has to be decided.
Slowly, all 4 men begin to get to their feet. Golgotha seems a little dazed from the powerbomb and lashes out at the first person he comes across, which happens to be Homicide. Davey K takes advantage of his by mounting Homicide and pounding him with right hands. Sabre takes advantage of Golgotha's momentary lack of senses & knocks him down with a Spinning Wheel Kick. He pulls Golgotha up and whips him hard into the turnbuckle. As Golgotha bounces out, Sabre comes off the ropes and plants Golgotha with a Running Facebuster. Davey drags Homicide up and locks in a headlock, then spins out with a flawless Hangman's Neckbreaker. Sabre has Golgotha up and delivers a Snapmare followed swiftly by a Dropkick to the back of the head. Davey pulls up Homicide and powers him up onto his shoulders and then plants him with a Death Valley Driver. Davey goes for a cover. .1 ..2 Homicide just manages to kick out. Sabre picks Golgotha up and nails him with a hard right hand, followed by a knife-edge chop, which sends Golgotha into the turnbuckle. Sabre pulls him out and then flips himself up onto the top turnbuckle. He twirls his finger around and signals for a Tornado DDT, and then hits it perfectly. He goes for a cover. .1 ..2 Golgotha just gets his left shoulder up. Homicide staggers to his feet as Davey K waits in the corner for him and then connects with a devastating Davey-K-O (Superkick). Davey signals for an end and pulls Homicide up to set him up for the Superstar Slam (Pedigree). But Homicide isn't ready to be finished off and counters the move with a Back Body Drop. Davey is quick to his feet and tries to clothesline Homicide, but it is ducked and countered with the devastating Ethnic Cleanser (Release Tiger Suplex). Homicide takes a moment to recover & then goes for the cover. .1 ..2 . Davey just gets his shoulder up. Sabre signals for an end to the match as Sabre Air gets ready to take off. Sabre goes for his trademark 450 Splash, but Golgotha gets his knees up and Sabre gets a very painful landing. Homicide picks Davey up and goozles him before lifting him in the air and bringing him down with a powerful Chokeslam. He goes for the cover. ..1 .2 Davey just gets his shoulder up again.
Stanyer: I don't know if Davey K can hold out for much longer, he's taking one too many of Homicide's Power Moves for my liking.
Poppa: That depends on whether you want Davey K to proceed or not. I personally don't care as long as Sabre doesn't.
Stanyer: But we already knew that.
Sabre & Golgotha both get to their feet, and Golgotha then plants Sabre with a Spinebuster. He signals to the crowd that he is going to end it, bringing a chorus of boos from Sabre's supporters. Golgotha picks Sabre up and sets him up for a Powerbomb, but after hitting it, he pulls Sabre up and hits a 2nd, and then pulls him up to complete The Trinity (Triple Powerbomb), but Sabre spectacuarly counters with the Sabre's Edge (Suicide Driver). Sabre lands with an arm draped over Golgotha. Good enough for Mark Johnson to make the count. ..1 .2 .3!!!!! Sabre scores the first pinfall and goes into the final match!!!
Poppa: NOOO!!!!!!!!
Stanyer: Sabre has defeated Golgotha, and listen to this crowd, they are going nuts for Sabre!!
Poppa: Don't rub it in this is a travesty there is only one thing that could make this worse.. and that's Sabre winning the final match.
Stanyer: That will have to wait, as Homicide & Davey K are still battling it out.
Homicide stands over Davey K and locks on the Boston Crab, trying to force Davey K to submit. Pain is etched on Davey's face as he stretches out for the ropes in hope. But he refuses to tap out, so Homicide wrenches back even further with the hold, hoping to make Davey pass out. Then for some unknown reason, Sabre intervenes with a Flying Dropkick to the side of Homicide's head. Homicide gets up quickly, but walks right into a Superkick from Sabre, who then slides out of the ring and waits for Davey K to get to his feet. Meanwhile, Golgotha is being helped out of the ring by Profit, while directing a stare towards the man who defeated him, Sabre. The last words we hear from Golgotha are "Next Time". Back in the ring, Davey K is getting to his feet holding his back, he looks puzzled. Both because he was released, and because Homicide is down and out. He looks outside the ring and sees Sabre smiling at him, then shrugs his shoulders and pulls Homicide up. He then plants Homicide with the Superstar Slam, which brings a loud cheer from the confused crowd and then covers. ..1 ..2 3!!!!! Homicide has been eliminated!!!!
Stanyer: Well I have no idea what Sabre is planning, but he has helped Davey K to eliminate Homicide, so he must have some kind of plan or some reason as to why he chose to eliminate him.
Poppa: Perhaps he dislikes Homicide, or perhaps he feels that he has the best chance of winning by fighting Davey K.
Stanyer: Perhaps, this is Davey K's first ever PPV Main Event, and that lack of experience in matches of this calibre could be why Sabre chose him.
Poppa: But in counter to that, because this is Davey's first ever PPV main event, he will be pushing himself harder than he has ever done before, he will not want to leave the ring tonight as the loser, especially in his first ever Main Event Match.
Stanyer: What doesn't make sense is why Sabre made his move so quickly, surely he could have sat back for 5 minutes resting up, while watching the two of them beat the tar out of each other.
Poppa: Perhaps he felt Davey K was going to tap out to the Boston Crab, and had no choice but to put his plan into action. You never know with Sabre, he's a master sneak, trust me, I know him better than anyone.
James: Ladies & Gentlemen, the first part of tonight's Main Event has been completed, with Sabre & "Superstar" Davey K emerging as the victors. Now it is time for our final match, the match that will determine the Unified PWF World Heavyweight Champion.
Report: Mark Johnson waits for Sabre to get back in the ring before he rings the bell. The crowd roars with anticipation as Sabre & Davey K circle around the ring, staring each other down. Both look very tired, but also determined, determined to become the Unified PWF World Heavyweight Champion. Technically, Davey K has just become the World Heavyweight Champion, but he will never get to hold the belt. On the outside of the ring, five officials are having to restrain Homicide, who seems determined to get back in the ring, presumably going after Sabre. Back in the ring the two men move closer to each other and then finally they go into a collar and elbow tie up. The swifter of the two, Sabre slides around the back of Davey and attempts a Back Drop, but Davey flips out and smashes Sabre across the back of the head sending him stumbling forwards. Davey grabs Sabre and whips him into the ropes where he goes for a Power Clothesline, but Sabre ducks and slides underneath Davey's legs. Sabre then waits for Davey to turn around before putting him down with a flawless Standing Dropkick to the Face. Sabre pulls Davey up and whips him into the ropes where he goes for a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker, but Davey escapes and lands on his feet. Sabre tries to react with a clothesline, but Davey ducks it and then he plants Sabre with a High Angle Back Drop. Davey rolls on top of Sabre and hooks the leg. .1 ..2 . Sabre kicks out safely. Davey pulls Sabre to his feet but gets caught in the gut with a hard elbow. Sabre then rolls over Davey's back and wraps his legs around Davey then rolls him over into a pinning predicament. .1 ..2 .. Davey kicks out. As Davey starts to get up, Sabre stamps on the back of his knee, leaving him on both knees. Sabre then cracks him in the face with a stiff kick before bouncing off the ropes and giving Davey a Two Footed Dropkick bang on the jaw. Sabre scrambles on top of Davey to make the cover. .1 ..2 Davey just kicks out.
Poppa: Phew . I thought Sabre was going to win for a moment.
Stanyer: He still might.
Poppa: I've almost a mind to get up and give Davey a hand.
Stanyer: But you'd probably lose your job for interfering in the End of the World Main Event.
Poppa: I could live with that..
Sabre pulls Davey up and nails him with a pair of hard right hands, he then takes him down with a Snap Suplex before rolling under the ropes and standing up on the apron. Sabre leans back and then Slingshots over the top rope to land on Davey with a perfect Leg Drop. He goes for another cover. ..1 .2 . Davey gets his shoulder off the canvas. Sabre pulls Davey up and tries another Suplex, possibly a Brainbuster, but we'll never know as Davey counters the move with a Suplex of his own. He then struggles to his feet as Sabre also gets up. Sabre swings with a right hand, but Davey ducks it, boots Sabre in the gut and then plants him with the Pimpin' Bomb (Evenflow DDT). He goes for the cover. ..1 .2 . Sabre just gets his shoulder up. Davey gets to his feet and pulls the dazed Sabre up with him, a quick boot to the gut sets up the Playaz Push (X-Factor). Davey goes for another cover. 1 ..2 Sabre just kicks out. Davey makes his way over to the turnbuckle and slowly starts to climb to the top, as Sabre slowly staggers to his feet. Davey gets to the top turnbuckle and stands up, but then Sabre staggers forwards into the ropes, forcing Davey to lose his grip and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. As Davey writhes in pain, Sabre moves over to him and starts to climb up with him. He reaches the top rope and then scores with the spectacular Sabrecanranna. Sabre crawls across the ring and drapes an arm over to make the cover. ..1 2 .. Davey just gets an arm off the canvas, he then rolls onto his stomach.
Stanyer: Fatigue is starting to become a major factor in this contest. Conditioning will play a major part in deciding the victor tonight.
Poppa: Come on Davey, Come on Davey..
Slowly Sabre & Davey make their way to their feet. Davey scores with a right hand, Sabre comes back with a right hand of his own. Davey hits another right hook and then attempts to whip Sabre into the ropes, but the irish whip is reversed and Sabre plants Davey with a Sidewalk Slam. Sabre then slowly climbs to the top rope while Davey K staggers to his feet. Sabre brings a huge response from the crowd when he connects with a Somersault Dropkick. Sabre crawls over to make the cover again. ..1 .2 Davey just gets his shoulder up. Sabre pulls Davey up and then rolls up him, looking for the Sabre's Edge, but Davey counters and plants Sabre with a devastating Powerbomb. Davey drapes an arm over Sabre for the cover. ..1 2 Sabre just gets his shoulder up.
Stanyer: These pinfalls are getting closer and closer.
Poppa: Too close for my liking, at least when Sabre is making the cover. When Davey's making the cover, it's not close enough!!!
Stanyer: I wish you'd shut up, I'm tired of your ranting over Sabre!!
Poppa: YES!! Davey is going to end this match right here!!! The Superstar Slam is coming!!
Davey pulls Sabre up and hooks both arms to set up the Superstar Slam. Sabre fights the move, but Davey holds fast and drills Sabre's head into the mat. Davey hooks the leg for the cover. 1 2
Poppa: YES!!!! Davey K has done it!!!
Stanyer: No!!! Sabre kicked out, the referee is saying 2, it was only a 2 count!!
Poppa: NO!!!!!! This cannot be!!!
Davey is arguing with Mark Johnson, but he is insistent on it being a 2 count. Davey gives up and turns back to Sabre. He stomps on him a couple of times and then drags him towards the turnbuckle. Davey climbs to the top rope and stands up straight and then goes for a Flying Elbow Drop, similar to the style of Shawn Michaels, but Sabre rolls out of the way and Davey K crashes into the canvas. Mark Johnson starts a 10 count, but it's not long before both men are trying to get to their feet. Sabre scores with a right hook, and Davey retaliates with a right hand, then a knee to the gut. He then goes for a DDT, but Sabre counters with a flawless Sabre's Edge. He goes for the cover ..1 2 Davey just gets his shoulder up. Sabre pulls Davey to his feet but gets caught in the gut with a shoulder block. Davey hits a 2nd and then charges into Sabre and drives him back into the turnbuckle. Davey hits two more shoulder blocks and then lifts Sabre up to the top turnbuckle. Davey climbs up and sets Sabre up for a Superplex, but Sabre breaks free with an Cheeky Eye Poke and then pushes Davey down to the mat. Sabre takes a moment to steady himself and then Sabre Air takes flight as Sabre connects with a perfect 450 Splash. Sabre hangs on for a cover. .1 .2 .3!!!!!!
Poppa: " ." Stanyer: Sabre has done it!!!!! He's the Unified PWF World Heavyweight Champion!!!!
Poppa: I refuse to comment
Stanyer: Listen to this crowd, it's deafening!!! I think, yes! I'm told the PWF Owner, Michael Pellington, is on his way to the ring shortly to present the Unified PWF World Heavyweight Title. They are just having Sabre's name engraved onto the Title Belt and then he will come out to personally present the title to him.
The crowd are giving a massive standing ovation, and what must be a first, Sabre offers his hand to Davey K as a gesture of respect. Davey K looks downhearted, but he shakes Sabre's hand and sportingly raises his hand in the air. He then rolls out of the ring and starts to make his way backstage, his head in his hands.
Stanyer: The crowd applauding Davey K for his valiant effort tonight. He fought right to the last minute. I'm sure this won't be the last time we see Davey K wrestling in the main event of a PPV such as this.
Poppa: This is just horrifying, my worst nightmare has come true.
"The Memory Remains" by Metallica hits as Michael Pellington walks through the entranceway, carrying a huge new Title Belt. Flawless Gold sparkles under the lights as we zoom in to see "Sabre" engraved at the bottom of the title. Mr Pellington climbs into the ring and is handed a microphone. Sabre looks tired, but extremely happy.
Pellington: "Ladies & Gentlemen, it is an honour & a priveledge to present to you the NEW Unified PWF World Heavyweight Champion SABRE!!!!!!!"
A huge roar rings around the SkyDome as Mr Pellington presents Sabre with the PWF World Title, Sabre then climbs the turnbuckle and raises the title above his head bringing a 2nd roar from the crowd. Sabre then brings the Title down and kisses it before raising it back above his head.
Pellington: "Once again, congratulations to Sabre, and that concludes tonight's show. I thank everyone here for attending & all those who are watching at home. I hope you've all had a wonderful time. Thank you, and Goodnight"
Stanyer: We'll be back folks, see you in a couple of weeks for Saturday Night Havoc!!!
Poppa: Where I will personally defeat Sabre to become the PWF World Champion.
Stanyer: Goodnight folks, Thanks for watching!!
The last shot is of Sabre in the ring, joined by Rex Idol, Brod & LJ, who are raising him above their heads, with Sabre holding the World Title above his head. We then fade to a PWF logo.
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