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Houston Astrodome
Houston, Texas
Sunday 11th August 2002
Stanyer: Hello everyone and Welcome to Last Man Standing. Tonight is one of the biggest nights of the year as far as the PWF is concerned. The Last Man Standing tournament concludes tonight, and the winner will receive a World Title shot. Not a prize to be sniffed at.
Dawg: And you couldn't ask for better semi-final matchups. Not one, but TWO gWo members, it's great.
Stanyer: What Dave meant to say was that we have two excellent matches booked in Davey K v Sabre and Homicide v Hunt, which I in particular are looking forward to.
Dawg: And of course, the grudge match to beat all grudge matches, Matt Van Dam takes on the evil Antonio Gambino.
Stanyer: Evil Gambino? What the hell are you talking about?
Dawg: He's evil, I know he's evil, you know it, the world knows it, they just pretend he's a good guy. Trust me, I know these things.
Stanyer: I'd have gone with evil MVD myself.
Dawg: Blasphemer!!!!
Stanyer: Whatever. Anyway, we kick of tonights PPV with a special "Last Man Standing" Battle Royal, in which there will be 8 participants. Including two newcomers.
Dawg: I'll explain the rules, because Jay hasn't got a clue.
Stanyer: I know the rules perfectly well .
Dawg: Shut up Jay and let me tell them the rules. Right, to win you have to eliminate all the other competitors, so you are the "Last Man Standing".
Stanyer: And you can eliminate them by pinfall, submission, knockout, or
Dawg: Over the top rope, and don't interuppt me.
Stanyer: The winner of the match will get a shot at the US Title on the next Havoc, so there is a reason for all of this.
Dawg: Well it would be rather pointless if there wasn't a reason.
Stanyer: A few of the competitors had something to say prior to this contest, we'll hear some of them had to say.
The scene opens up in the backstage area of the sold out Houston Astrodome where Ted Tedison is standing next to the current PWF U.S. Title holder Sandstorm. Sandstorm appears confident as always in retaining his belt in the upcoming contest between him and Silas Parish. Tedison looks at his watch and starts the interview.
Tedison: Sandstorm, we stand here deep in the heart of Texas, awaiting your thoughts on your upcoming match against the hungry Silas Parish. My first question to you is, how have you been preparing for this match?
Sandstorm: Well, as I'm sure you've noticed, I am the PWF United States Champion, and it has recently come to my attention that I have had a huge chip on my shoulder ever since House of Pain. So what I have to concentrate on, is not letting my status get to my head, and just go out there and put on a solid performance, instead of getting to confident and opening myself up.
Tedison: Sounds like a plan to me. I've been hearing some things backstage that have forced me into some deep thought, such as the fact that you won that title in a Japanese Death Match.
Sandstorm: I think I know what your getting at Ted, and yes, I have thought about that factor too. OK, sure, my match at House of Pain was a Japanese Death Match, where there were several weapons to aid me in my victory, and my upcoming match is just a plain singles match. I have proved to the PWF staff, the PWF roster, and the fans, over and over again that my skills in that ring are what brought me to that U.S. Title match at House of Pain. I realize that Parish is no push-over, but I consider myself one of the most technically sound PWF superstars to ever grace a PWF wrestling ring, and I will prove it once again, as I go out there and bring that title back home to the Methods Of Mayhem.
Tedison: What are your thoughts on possibly having to face your stablemate Golgotha after Last Man Standing? Especially after all of the heat going on backstage between the two of you.
Sandstorm: Golgotha and I have recently made amends, and if indeed he wins that Battle Royal, and I don't doubt that he will, I'm sure that our match will be one for the record books.
Sandstorm thanks Tedison, nods at the camera, and walks back to his locker room.
Tedison: Strong words from Sandstorm folks, I don't know about the rest of you, but I simply cannot wait to see this match-up. From the Houston Astrodome in lovely Houston, Texas, I'm Ted Tedison, signing out.
Tedison stares into the camera as it slowly fades to black.
Stanyer: Well, we were expecting some of the Battle Royal competitors, but anyway, that was Sandstorm with some comments about the Battle Royal, and about his upcoming US Title match with Silas Parish.
The broadcast quickly cuts to the backstage area where the PWF's prize potential talent, Ryan Barzini is standing alone. He holds a microphone in one hand and the other carries an open bottle of water. He is wearing his topless ring attire, and his muscular upper body is shiny, wet and greasy, which suggests that he is ready to wrestle quite soon. Jagged theatrically takes a swig of his water, and just stares at the camera for what seemed like forever, until the boos and jeers filling the full to capacity arena, were loud enough to be clearly audible backstage. A wry smile appears on the Italian Icon's face, and he utters a short quiet laugh.
Jagged: What's the matter? Hahahaha! You're all pissed off because I was right all this time after all. Tonight, quite soon, the Sicilian Supersta is going to be wrestling in special bonus match. What is it? A 6-man, no, an 8-man battle royal? Hmmm, the number does not matter. The reward though, is quite fitting for me, the Italian Icon don't you think? The winner, the LAST man standing in that ring, becomes the United States #1 Contender and get's the biggest break of their career so far. A shot, a full-on genuine Title shot, against either Silas Parish
Jagged makes a 'cum-se-cum-sa' motion with his hand with his face, in true Italian style.
Jagged: Or Sandstorm
Barzini ceremoniously spits at the ground, showing his disrespect for the current United States champion.
Jagged: Possibly the worst United States Champion in history. The guy so boring, even the religious guy is getting annoyed. Heh. Did you see that chair shot on Havoc? Ouch! Sandstorm takes away the little credibility the United States Title had, so no it is just as worthless as the wrestler holding it and the country it represents.
The audience's anger begins to rise again, as Jagged muses at the ease of their manipulation, before continuing his speech.
Jagged: I wonder, if Pellington will allow me to rename the title when I win it. Maybe to the Italian Title? Hmmm, perhaps. Then it would be as important as the World Title, only better, because of the unbeatable technical style which would have graced it in the form of me. I would be headlining the shows, as deserving people like myself, Austin Cain and such, headline the top shows. Next year, the Last Man Standing main-event will be Ryan Barzini, the undefeated Italian Champion, the greatest PWF megastar ever to grace the television screen, up against the best technical wrestler this country has to offer, the best ANY country has to offer, whether it be Austin Cain from the United States, or Chris Benoit from Canada. In that main-event the world will be yet again astounded and amazed at my skill and my originality. Their eyes will ogle at such beautiful moves never witnessed before, and their bodies will long to be as swift yet powerful as my own. I will win again, in spectacular fashion, and my name will be down in the history books yet again. I will win all, and conquer all.
Jagged laughs again.
Jagged: I bet some of you doubters will be in shock when I win the battle royal tonight. In fact, it's a certainty. There will be an outcry to the PWF's Head Office, for my bad temper is an obvious problem when wrestling, as seen on Armageddon when I literally destroyed the rookie Suicide. But I will counter that outcry. It is stupid to think that a man's temper and pent up anger can have anything to do with whether one should be allowed to carry such awards and titles. Anyway, that problem is currently being dealt with, and any arguments about my mental state can be put aside. For wrestling isn't about one's mental state. Wrestling is physical. I am physical. I am the best physical wrestler in this damn federation. In fact, I'm the self-proclaimed Somatic Sicilian .
The crowd go quiet, as if not understanding what Ryan said.
Jagged: Hahaha. As if you trash know what 'Somatic' means. Hell, I bet you're so ignorant you do not know where Sicily lives, even though it is Sicilians that provide you with liquor and beers. And don't pretend you don't know what I am talking about you filthy drunks.
The audience understand this though, and the heat returns for the potential PWF great.
Jagged: So let's attend the matters at hand. As mentioned earlier, I am to wrestle in an 8-man Battle Royal to decide the number 1 contender for the US Title. My opponents consist of Masta P, Golgotha, Power G, Solo and Suicide. Suicide I have destroyed only this week, so he shouldn't be a problem at all, in any way shape or form. I'll make his stay in that ring painful though, for talking trash to me before his big match with me. I think Suicide will be eliminated by submission. Solo will be the next to go, I'll give him the most perfect dropkick any of you will have ever seen, and he will fall to the floor and remain there for a good few hours or so, until he regains consciousness of course. Power G will receive a Barzini Bomb courtesy of yours truly, and then I shall show off my superior body strength by lifting him and throwing him OVER the top rope, sending him crashing to the hard floor below. Then Masta P, the dumbest wigga in the PWF other than Davey K, will probably have no idea what's going on, as I give him a Jagged Edge and pin him for the 1 2 3. Golgotha will be the next opponent to get rid of. The man who scored a big upset on my debut. The man who CRUSHED my dreams of immediate impact. The religious freak who was incredibly lucky that night on Armageddon. I'll give him a Jagged Edge. Then I will give him another. And another. Three Jagged Edge's, no, try six. How ever many it takes before Golgotha is TKOed, so it shouldn't be too many. After that, I will 'help' him out of the ring personally, by throwing him out of there. I'll do all of this without breaking a sweat. That is only 5 out of 7 opponents though. Oh of course! The two surprise entrants! Oooooh, scary. Two more rookies to take care of I see. They can share a ticket with Suicide and learn a lesson in how not to start off your PWF career. And if they're not rookies, they're old has-been veterans well past their prime. Well if they ever make it to the ring and don't have a stroke or something on their long journey down, I'll give them a good enough reason to retire.
Jagged takes his second swig of the water and points at the camera.
Jagged: Then you can say Hello to your new US Champion, and Ciao to the boring old days of the likes of Sandstorm and Travis Right.
Jagged laughs and jokes with himself as he walks away.
Stanyer: Man, that was some promo from Jagged.
Dawg: If he cuts promos like that every week, he'll be mixing it with the big boys in no time. The rest of the guys are going to have to work overtime just to match that.
The camaras cut backstage and Masta P appears on the screen. The crowd cheer. The camara then pans out and Ted Tedison is standing next to him
Tedison: We are moments away from our first match of the evening, an eight man battle to decided the new United states number one contender. I am with one of the competitors Masta P. Masta P how do you feel going into this match?
Masta P: How do i feel? Feel? God dammit Tedison this isnt Ricky Lake!
Tedison: Ok, what are your thoughts going into this match?
Masta P: Well first of all Ted i shouldnt even be in this match, I should already be the United states Champion, not fighting to become the number one contender. But thanks to that idiot Silas parish im stuck in a match with Seven loser's.
Tedison: But lets not forget that you had the chance to become the number One contender on Armeggedon.
Masta P stares Ted in the Eyes
Masta P: You trying to be a wise guy Tedison, Think to yourself does you really wanna make me mad.
Tedison: No Masta P, not at all.
Masta P: That's good Ted, but yes i am aware that i had the chance on Armeggedon. But let me tell you this Silas Parish did not beat Masta P. Masta P beat Masta P. I made a mistake and i paid for it but i can guarantee that it won't happen again and it won't happen tonight.
Tedison: What are your thoughts on the other competitors in this match?
Masta P: Oh don't get me started; it looks as though the circus has rode into town and set up the freak shoe in the middle of the ring!
The crowd laughs
Masta P: I mean first we have that religious nut Golgotha
Masta P bursts into song
Masta P: "He's the son of a preacher man." Then we have Solo, the whiniest little bitch to ever grace Gods green earth let alone the PWF. And then we have Power G, Man does that guy talk. He just goes on and on and on and you just can't get a word in. I tell you that guy just loves the sound of his own voice.
The crowd chuckle once more
Masta P: And then we come to Jagged. "The Sicilian Gangsta". Can you tell me why he is so proud of coming from a country whose most famous export is Mario and Luigi.
Masta P then attempts an Italian accent
Masta P: Hey Fatoni, Lets get some Pizza and Pasta, and then we shall grace the presence of Poppa Don, ayyy whats da coma da go.
The crowd is now in hysterics
Tedison: and what about suicide?
Masta P: Sui who, oh you mean that guy who has the same name as somebody who kills himself, i suppose you could say by getting in the ring with me he is committing Suicide.
Tedison: That is a really awful joke.
Masta P: Hey you hang around with Davey and the Waterguy and see if something doesn't rub off on you.
Tedison: Fair point, but what about the two mystery opponents
Masta P: Well Ted my friend, im glad you asked because i have made a list of all the people it could be, Then iv taken away the people it wont be, iv sorted, iv researched and i can reveal that..... I don't give a dam who they are, whether it be Ken Kido to Crusader Chrome, i don't care because i will become the number one contender and i will become the United States champion and there aint nothing Golgotha, Jagged or any other Dilhole can do about it.
Tedison: Well we saw Jaggeds comments earlier on his predictions of elimination, do you have any order of elimination.
Masta P: Jagged can go around shouting who he's going to eliminate first and how he's going to do it. Well Ted Masta P doesn't care who goes first and who goes last. All Masta P cares about that he will be the last man in that ring. Whether i have to throw them all over the top rope or whether i have to make them all squeal and Tap out, or whether i have to Masta Bomb them all to hell and get the ONE, TWO, THREE. I will do it anyway i have to by any means neccesary.
Huge pop from the crowd
Tedison: Well Masta P i won't keep you any longer, good luck in your match.
Masta P then just walks off with no answer as we cut back to the arena
Stanyer: Masta P providing us with some alternative views of the various characters who will be in this Battle Royal.
Dawg: He should be careful what he says. You don't want to piss too many people, especially when there are 7 other men in the ring.
Stanyer: Not usually a good tactic, I agree.
To The camera fades into the back where we see Suicide standing at a Powerade machine. He sticks his money in the machine and hits a button choosing his drink. After a few moments of waiting and nothing happening, Suicide hits the button again. Again nothing happens. Suicide hits the change return button, and nothing happens. He kicks the machine and leans against the wall beside it.
Suicide: "Why in the hell did it have to steal my money tonight? I got a big match tonight, and it goes and steals my money for my pre-match drink."
As Suicide is standing against the wall, a stage crew worker walks past. He walks right up to the machine, puts his money in, and hits a button. A drink comes right out and Suicide opens his mouth in shock.
Suicide: "How the What the My drink didn't Wait a minute "
Suicide walks over to the machine and puts another dollar in and chooses his drink. Again, nothing happens. Pissed off, Suicide punches the machine and looks at the worker who has opened his drink and started drinking.
Suicide: "How in the hell did you get a drink to come out? That damn machine has eaten two dollars."
Worker: "All I did was stick the money in and it took it and gave me a drink."
Suicide grabs the guy by his shirt.
Suicide: "You stupid ass mother fucker, I don't get my normal pre-match drink. I have a big battle royal tonight. But since you seem to be able to get drinks, let me tell you no no let me show you what I'm going to do to my opponents tonight."
Suicide grabs the poor worker and throws him into the machine. There's a rumbling inside the machine and a drink comes out. Suicide picks it up and opens it. He takes a sip then closes it. He gives the poor worker one more kick before walking off.
Stanyer: Suicide letting off some frustration before tonights match.
Dawg: Should he be attacking PWF Staff? I mean it's a gimmick infringement. Only Inmate has the license to do that.
Stanyer: Actually Inmate doesn't have a license to do anything, he just does it anyway.
Dawg: Same thing really.
Stanyer: Well now we are going to show you an interview with the Real McCoy, we just don't know which one yet ..
The camera opens on the front of a big building. It's busy with people walking past, cars pulling up to the front and the noise blaring out of the front. It's soon apparent that it's the Houston Astrodome. After two or three cars pass, one limo pulls up. The door on the far side opens and out steps the Real McCoy. He stands upright, looks around and then lets Power G get out. They are surrounded by people quickly, and then stride to the door.
The camera switches to one inside the Houston Astrodome. The Real McCoy and Power G are about to enter. They step inside and walk over to a corner filled with reporters. Camera's flash, questions shouted while reporters push and shove to get the best position.
Reporter: (shouting) Real McCoy! Real McCoy, do you have time to answer some questions? What do you think about tonights Special Bonus match?
Other reporters shouted questions but instead of talking to them McCoy turns his back to them and faces the camera. He gets out his own mic instead.
McCoy: No, no I won't be answering any questions. You see, if I answer your questions then I only get to say what you want to know. And I want to say more than that tonight. I want everyone to hear what I've got to say about tonights event. I'll begin. When I was told about this Special Bonus event and that Power G would participate in an eight man Last Man Standing battle Royal, I was sceptical. How would this benefit Power G? Then I saw what the reward was. Number 1 contender for Sandstorm's US Title? 'It'll do' I thought. Now don't get me wrong here, Power G wants to be World Champions again. But I know it doesn't happen overnight. Power G knows it doesn't happen overnight. You have to get back on the ladder, work your way up again. Power G has done it before, and he'll do it again.
As McCoy pauses the reporters rain in questions again. McCoy wipes his brow, adjusts his hat and carries on.
McCoy: We see the US Title as a rung on that ladder. A lift up to the World Title that our old, shall we say 'Partner', MVD, now holds. But this isn't about beating MVD. That's for other times. This is about pride. Power G's pride. Now, I was looking through the other participants. Jagged - Masta P - Golgotha - Solo - Suicide. All good wrestlers. All a threat. But Power G is a little bit special. But wait, what's this? Two surprise entrants? Well, well, well. As if Power G hadn't had enough surprises in the past few months. All this stuff about a second Real McCoy, and now this. Do I have an idea who they are? Maybe. But maybe I'm wrong. It doesn't concern me. I know Power G is good enough to beat anyone. I've seen him do it before, and he can do it again. What does concern me though is luck. Everyone needs a little luck and Power G has alot recently. It's been bad luck though. Maybe it's tonight that we get our little bit of good luck, just to help us along in the Battle Royal. Personally, I don't think Power G will need it and I can't wait to see Power G take out the other seven opponents and claim the number 1 contender spot for the US title. And that is clearly stated.
McCoy chucks his mic in the air, catched it and puts it back in his pocket. He poses for camera's before he and Power G walk of into the main corridor. The reporters are left shouting questions in vain.
The scene opens backstage, inside of some kind of private training room. We see a masked man handcuffed and hanging from the ceiling, like one big punching bag. And from the marks on his body, somebody has been using him as that. Golgotha walks into the camera view. He looks at the man sadistically. The Hardcore Christian isn't there to help the man, but to inflict more pain! Golgotha hits the unkonwn man in the ribs a few times and then begins to talk.
Golgotha: "So have you decided to help us out yet?"
Man: "My answer is still no. Why do you ask me to be security when you beat me and tied me up? Does that not prove I am unworthy of the calling you have placed on me?"
Golgotha: Yeah. And to think, it only took, me, one of my friends and a bag full of weapons to drag you here. Besides you have other uses than being security. Like giving me the answers I seek."
There is a silence that seems to last forever. Then Golgotha delivers a roundhouse kick to the mans ribs as he qinces in pain.
Golgotha: "You could stop all of this, just tell me what I want to know and I'll let you go free."
Man: "I can not tell you what I do not know."
Golgotha: "You see, thats where you're wrong. Truth is, you have connections and ways you could find out what I wanna know. All I am asking is that you use those connections to get me the information. Is that so hard?"
Man: "But you have the same connections as I do. Why do not you use them?"
Golgotha: "I'll ask the questions around here!"
Golgotha hits the man a few more times as Law Hiybusa enters the room, astonished by Golgothas actions.
Law: "Golgotha! What are you doing?"
Golgotha: "Just taking care of some business. What do you want Law?"
Law: "You told me to let you know when Mayhem wanted to interview you. I brought him to the door, but didn't allow him to come in, just as you said."
Golgotha: "Well, I guess I'll go take care of the interview. Law, do me a favor? Cole got you some 'gifts.' They are over there in that bag. While I'm gone, if you want to try any of them out on this guy, feel free to. After all, you are the Enforcer..."
Golgotha leaves the room to talk to Mayhem and Law opens the bag to see a pair of nunchucks, a quarter staff, and various other blunt weapons...The Enforcer looks at the man and smiles...Meanwhile, outside of the room.
Mayhem: "Golgotha, can I have a few words with you?"
Golgotha: "Make it quick, I have some 'business' to attend to."
Mayhem: "About this business, and the security guard that you and Cole T. Profit are trying to aquire, may I ask who it is?"
Golgotha: "You can ask, but I am not at liberty to divuldge any information on it."
Mayhem: "Oh, well thats just Dandy! Can I at least get a hint on it?"
Golgotha: "No. but rest assured, all will be revealed in time."
Mayhem: "Moving on, what are your thoughts on the 8 man Battle Royal tonight?"
Golgotha: "It will be a good warm up for BP3, and my 21 man Rumble there."
Mayhem: "So do you think you will win?"
Golgotha: "Yeah. And then I will prove that I am on to bigger and better things at BP4."
Mayhem: "No, I meant your match tonight. Do you think you will win that?"
Golgotha: "Of course I'll win. Look at my track record. I won the Battla Royal at JHE. And the one in PoW. Truth is, I've never lost a match like this before. And when I win, I'll move on to bigger and better things here in the PWF....like the US Title."
Mayhem: "I'll adress the US Title in a minute, but do you have any predictions on how you will elimanate the other 7 opponents."
Golgotha: "To say that I alone will elimanate all 7 of them would be rather cocky of me. Plus, it would insult the other wrestlers and their abilities. But when all has been done and said, I predict...no, I prophesy that the Hardcore Christian will be the Last Man Standing."
Mayhem: "And if you are the Last Man Standing, youwill earn a shot at the US Title. A Title that is currently held by the leader of the Methods of Mayhem, Sandstorm. If you both win your matches tonight, what are your feelings on facing Sandstorm?"
Golgotha: "For once, I hope that Sandstorm loses tonight. He is one of my valued friends and allies. That way, I don't have to face him and put some tension between us. We've had enough of that lately. But if he does win, and I do have to face him then he had better prat that God has mecy on his soul, cause I sure as hell won't!"
Mayhem: "Ok. Thank you for your time. I'll let you get back to your training or business or whatever."
Golgotha goes back into the room, and we see the masked man hanging. No movement, just hanging there like he is knocked out. We see Law with an evil smile on his face as he leaves the room. Golgotha pokes the man to make sure he is out and then laughs as we fade to black.
Stanyer: Well the time for talking is over, it's time to get this Battle Royal underway. Although I think these entrances might take a little while.
Dawg: Who are these newcomers anyway?
Stanyer: You'll see.
The lights go a light blue as "Jumpdafuckup" by Soulfly hits as Suicide walks out of the entrance way. He gets the crowd behind him as he walks down the aisle and then slides under the ropes. He then climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd.
James: Introducing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 237lbs, SUICIDE!!!!!
"My Plague" by Slipknot 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 in the ring Solo walks over to the far side of the ring and ask for mic. The crowd unassure what is about to happen. They continue to boo Solo's presence in the ring as he speaks up.
Solo: "Go ahead and boo because I really don't give a shit. I am out here for one reason and only one reason."
Solo paces around the ring a bit while he listens to the crowd boo him even louder.
Solo: "Yeah you people are just like the idiots in the back. If you can't have it your way you complain about it. Well tough shit. I am not leaving this ring until I am finish talking so you can either shut up and listen or just boo your asses out of here."
Solo shakes his head as the crowd boos even louder than before. He looks at the announcer table and grins.
Solo: "I had just about enough of this shit. I come out here to address my recent losing streak and you people show no respect at all. I'm not even gonna waste my time with it. You people will just have to find out what I am gonna do about. Because you ignorant son of bitches are not gonna hear it from my mouth."
Solo throws the mic out into the crowd deliberately. As he exit the ring. Crowd boos so loud that his music is barely heard over the crowd.
The ultra-tron shows with the words masta p ETA and a stop watch quickley counting down ,when it stops the areana goes black and the titron slowley zooms in on a white dot which shows masta p under a spotlight. the music kicks in and masta p starts to walk on the video whilst showing clips of the various ass kickings he has given . THe lighting is dark green and then masta p emerges on the stage salutes the fans with one arm and walks confiedently to the ring..
James: Introducing from Los Angeles, California, weighing 289lbs, The Original Bad Boy, MASTA P
An eerie type of techno music starts to play a slow meoldy backed with a drumbeat...and after twenty or so seconds, "Fear" by Disturbed blares at full force. A superstar, Jagged, immeadiately bounces out and starts to jump, raising his hands and partying. After the twenty seconds of madness has subsided, he makes his way down to the ring in a normal manner, bouncing gradually. He get's into the ring just as the chorus comes back, and again he starts to jump about. The music then dies down.
James: Introducing from Palermo, Sicily, Italy, weighing 252lbs, JAGGED!!!!
"Zombie Nation" by Kernkraft 400 plays as a Green Light descends upon the arena. The Entrance Lights flash along with the beat as the music plays. When the synth kicks in, Power G walks out with The Real McCoy as the lights flash various shades of green, both men are holding Microphones. Power G begins to hit himself to psyche himself up, before walking to the ring with the Real McCoy.
James: Introducing, from Holguin, Cuba, weighing 230lbs, POWER G.
The huanted remix of Racktes and Drapes "Personal Jesus" blasts across the Arena. We see the words "The truth is..." come across the Ultratron as Golgotha comes out. The Hardcore Christian has a Gold bible in his right hand. Cole T. Profit, Golgothas business associate, is close behind him. Golgotha takes a knee and opens the Bible. The line "Reach out and touch faith" hits and pyros go off. The duo make their way to the ring. Golgotha high fives the fans and Profit hands out $20's to them. Golgotha gets to the ring, climbs on the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the Heavens.
James: Introducing, from Skull Canyon, Arizona, weighing 224lbs, "The Hardcore Christian" GOLGOTHA.
Smoke fills the entrance way as Downfall by TRUSTCompany plays over the speakers. The arena goes black for about 3 seconds and then awoken by a loud explosion of fire. As Shockwave makes his way to the ring followed by his manager Jonathan Brooks. red lighs ficker on and off through out the arena. Shockwave then slides slowly under the bottom rope and takes his place in the center and looks up into the entrance way awaiting the arival of his opponent.
James: Introducing from Edmunton, Alberta, weighing 283lbs. SHOCKWAVE!!!!
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!!!!
Report: It's not surprise that the match starts out as complete chaos. Solo attacks Suicide and gets him in the corner and begins to stomp him down. Jagged and Masta P are exchanged in a fist fight, which neither man wants to relent. The two newcomers, Shockwave and Kilgore, are in a tie up and are trying to overpower each other. Power G has Golgotha in the opposite corner to Solo & Suicide and is delivering stiff knife edge chops. Both Solo and Power whip their opponents out of the corner and Golgotha and Suicide crash into each other in the middle of the ring. They both hit the floor, but Power sails over both of their bodies and takes Solo out with a Flying Elbow. Kilgore is trying to power-lift Shockwave over the top rope, but he isn't budging and Shockwave breaks free with a hard forearm. Masta P has Jagged over his shoulder and delivers a hard Sidewalk Slam. Masta P goes for an early cover. ..1 2 Jagged easily kicks out. Solo gets to his feet only to be met by a volley of hard chops from Power G. Golgotha and Suicide have recovered and they see Power G and Solo in the corner and with a quick nod between the two of them, they both attack Power G and Solo from behind. Golgotha then whips Power G to the ropes, but in fact sends him running into Kilgore who rocket launches him up and over the top rope, but Power spectacuarly grabs the top rope and somehow lands on the apron. A testament to his amazing ability. Golgotha and Suicide turn on Solo and deliver a Double Suplex to him. Jagged has managed to get in a hard uppercut on Masta P and then shows his amazing strength by scooping him up and hitting the Unwelcome Burden (Fire Thunder Driver). He hooks the leg. 1 .2 Masta P just kicks out. Solo staggers up to his feet and is met by Shockwave who grabs him around the throat and then plants him with the Electrical Slam (Chokeslam). Shockwave covers. .1 .2 .. Solo kicks out. Shockwave pulls Solo up again and lifts him up for Shock Treatment (F-5), but Solo escapes behind Shockwave, spins him around and then gives him Painful Memories (Stone Cold Stunner). Shockwave staggers around the ring, Solo grabs him and throws him clean over the top rope, eliminating him.
Stanyer: The first man has been eliminated and it is one of the newcomers, Shockwave.
Dawg: He doesn't look too happy about it either.
Stanyer: What's he doing? He's been eliminated, he can't get back in the ring!!!
Shockwave gets back into the ring, filled with rage and surprises Solo, who has turned his attention to Golgotha. Golgotha is quickly grabbed from behind by Jagged and planted with a German Suplex. Meanwhile Shockwave lifts Solo up and this time plants him with the Shock Treatment. Suicide sees what Shockwave has done and scrambles over to make the cover. 1 .2 3!!!! Solo has been eliminated!!!! Suicide celebrates eliminating Solo, but in doing so, lets his guard down, allowing Power G to hook him up from behind and deliver the awesome G Power Slam.(Olympic Slam) Power G covers. .1 ..2 .3!!!! Suicide has been eliminated!!! Kilgore has Masta P in the corner and is hammering him with hard right hands, but then Masta P breaks his offence with an uppercut. As Kilgore staggers back, Masta P charges at him and floors him with a Power Clothesline. Golgotha has Power G in the corner and hits him with a couple of hard right hands. Jagged joins him and waits until Golgotha is distracted by his attack on Power G before grabbing him and trying to throw him over the top rope, but Golgotha reacts quickly and grips the top rope himself. Masta P is picking Kilgore up, but sees an oppurtunity and charges in at Golgotha and Jagged, Jagged and Golgotha both go over the top rope, but Golgotha just manages to hang on, Jagged isn't so lucky and tumbles over the top rope to the floor. Golgotha rolls underneath the bottom rope. Masta P kicks him in the gut a couple of times. Power G staggers out of the corner he has been in for the past minute, unfortunately he walks straight into Kilgore, who lifts Power G up into a Fireman's Carry and then swings him out into a modified Fisherman's Buster DDT. Kilgore covers. ..1 2 ..3!!! Power G has been eliminated!!!
Stanyer: That was the Eighth Sin!!! Kilgore's customised finishing manoeuvre
Dawg: Can I say ouch? I think I can. I'm surprised that move hasn't been banned.
Stanyer: Well, apart from training, I believe that is the first time it's ever been used in an official match, you can't ban a move before you've seen it!!
Dawg: Well, it should be banned from now on, it's far too dangerous.
Jagged has recovered from being eliminated, but is seriously pissed off. He grabs a Steel Chair and gets back into the ring. The loud and violent cracks later, All three remaining members of the battle royal have been layed out. Jagged throws the steel chair out of the ring and then storms off towards the exit. Golgotha is the first man to recover, Kilgore is on his way up shortly afterwards. Golgotha boots him in the gut and then he gives a quick prayer before hitting the Crucifixion (Koyha Otoshi) 1 2 .3!!!! Kilgore has been eliminated!!! Surprisingly, Profit has made his way down to ringside. Masta P gets to his feet and Golgotha moves in with a couple of hard right hands, but Masta P comes back with a big knee to the gut and then a Short Arm Clothesline. Masta P pulls Golgotha up, but he suddenly pushes Masta P away and then hits a big dropkick sending P through the ropes, but he just hangs on and begins to pull himself up on the apron. Golgotha moves in and hits a couple of hard rights, trying to knock Masta P off the apron, but with no success. Golgotha runs off the ropes and then collides with Masta P, but still he hangs onto the apron. Profit then slides the Golden Bible into the ring. Golgotha picks it up and despite Duane Dibley's protests, Golgotha smashes the Bible over Masta P's head and sends him crashing to the floor. The referee on the outside, Chris Regan slides into the ring and raises Golgotha's hand in victory, but Duane Dibley pulls it down and points to the Golden Bible, trying to explain that Golgotha has been disqualified. Golgotha then lays out Duane Dibley with the Golden Bible and raises both arms in the air, celebrating his victory. The fans don't seem to care, and they cheer Golgotha all the way. Chris Regan tends to his fellow referee, Duane Dibley.
Dawg: Huh? Who won? Golgotha is celebrating, but I think that ref had DQ'd him.
Stanyer: It's certainly confusing, well Golgotha appears to be the winner, so for now we'll accept him as the winner. Congratulations to him, he now faces the winner of Sandstorm v Silas Parish on the next Havoc.
Dawg: But what if Masta P has won? Not that I like the guy, but I'm not a fan of Golgotha either, so I couldn't really care less who wins. But hey, the right man should win.
Stanyer: Perhaps we will get an update later tonight, and we will find out who truly is the winner.
Splinter is shown backstage scurrying around, it can be asumed he is once again searching for a chair to bash Jay with, Ted Tedison coems up behind him and taps Splinter on the back
Tedison: Errmmm Splinter...
Splinter spins round surprised
Splinter: DAH! WHAT THE HELL...
Oh its you Tedison...
In that case 'thats me' now what the hell do you want?
Tedison: Well firstly before I ask you about your match are you looking for a chair again?
Splinter: Yeah and I can't find one anywhere. Where the hell have they all gone?
Tedison: They've probably all been moved to ringside for you TLC match. Since the C represents chairs, trust me there will be plenty at ringside.
Splinter suddenly becomes visibly calmer as if a huge burden has been taken off his mind
Splinter: Good point Tedison...
As a reward you can have an interveiw with Splinter, thats me, and I'll attempt to not call you an idiot.
Tedison: Ok, now your match against Jay...
Splinter: Your an idiot. Sorry, I felt I'd be betraying myself if I didn't do that.
Tedison: Fine. Now your match against Jay Stylez tonight is the last in your 3 match series, the score is currently one all. How are you feeling about the Tables, Ladders and Chairs match tonight?
Splinter: Well. As you mentioned TLC includes chairs so I reckon I'll do fine, I mean Splinter, thats me, is THE Hardcore Chair Swinging Frea of the PWF so this match is right up my street. THe Hardcore Chair Swinging Street!
Tedison: Is that actually a street...
No don't answer that. I'd just like to cast your mind back to Armageddon 26, the Street Fight with Jay. You also said that match was right up your Street, but you lost it. Doesn't that dent your confidence for tonights matchup?
Splinter: Not at all. Now this is a three match series and I think we should be concentrating on what happened in the second match, Splinter, thats me, vs Jay Stylez in a table match, which Splinter, thats me...
Errmmm...
Tedison: Didn't you lose that match too?
Splinter: TEDISON! SHUT UP! YOUR AN IDIOT...
Tonight will be the night that matters. Splinter, thats me, vs Jay Stylez in a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match and tonight Splinter, thats me, WILL come out on top. I'll show you all why the PWF hired me when I take Jay Stylez down and out...
All the way to Nowheresville! And thats where he'll stay until he finally does actually show his stupid little 'Street Hustler' face!
Tedison: You really are quite annoyed that he hasn't shown up in what...
3 weeks? Except for that two man interveiw...
And the two matches leading up to this one...
Splinter: SHUT...UP! YES GODDAMNIT TEDISON! I DAMN WELL AM ANNOYED! YOU REALLY ARE AN IDIOT! You need to understand how hard it is to throw abuse at someone who doesn't throw it back. But tonight I'll be throwing lots of abuse...
Physical abuse...
Involving chairs...
And of course tables and ladders. Jay'll learn not to mess with Splinter, thats me.
Tonight is my night. My PWF PPV debut...
And my first ever PWF PPV victory.
Tedison: So to wind up, you're confident that the chairs in a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match are gonna give you the victory?
Splinter: Pretty much. I mean the tables and the ladders will help, but Tedison... You know Splinter, thats me...
I love nothing more than bashing people in with chairs. And tonight I'll do enough bashing to keep me happy for, I dunno...
A few days. See ya around Tedison...
Oh yeah. You're an idiot.
As Splinter turns away Tedison shouts to him...
Tedison: Splinter... And last messages for Jay Stylez?
Splinter turns round, a crazy grin on his face
Splinter: I've said it before and I'll say it again. In my PWF debut, Splinter, thats me, ended the career of Brian Lee. And tonight on my PWF PPV debut... I'm gonna end you too Jay. Tonight is the last night you will ever wrestle. This truly is your 'last message', so get ready Jay, cos Splinter, thats me, is damn well ready to Unleash the Holocaust...
Upon you...
Splinter walks away, Tedison turns to the camera
Tedison: Four freaking times, so much for not calling me an idiot...
Camera fades to the next segment of Last Man Standing...
Stanyer: Splinter has shown plenty of signs of improvement in the past few weeks. We'll find out if he can continue his improvements with a win over Jay Stylez in this next match.
Dawg: Tables, Ladder & Chairs. You'd think someone would have learned after last months violent PPV. But oh no, they had to go and throw in some more. Wonderful.
Stanyer: Well this match is the culmination of a "Best of Three Series" between the two competitors. Let's find out who wins this mini-feud.
Credit: Sandstorm
"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 angry words with various front row fans. He rolls into the ring and awaits the start of the match with an angry look on his face.
James: Introducing from Colchester, Essex, England. Weighing in at 223lbs. SPLINTER!!!!
"Ruff Ryders Anthem" by DMX begins to play as images of a Gangster lifestyle begin to play on the tron. The lights flash red as Jay Stylez walks out of the entrance. He looks ready for a fight. He stands at the top of the ramp and signals to the crowd before he makes his way down to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and then climbs the turnbuckle before raising both arms to the crowd.
James: Introducing from the Bronx, New York. Weighing in at 200lbs, "The Street Hustler" JAY STYLEZ!!!
Report: The match starts out with both men sizing each other up. They get face to face, and then nod, as they both go to the opposite sides of the ring and take out ladders, tables, and a few chairs from underneath the ring. As Splinter is scrounging for more weapons of destruction, Stylez sneaks into the ring and jumps out of the ring and onto Splinter with a Suicide Plancha type maneuver, but tweaked in his own way. Both men go crashing down to the outside, and Stylez is the first one up. Stylez rolls Splinter into the ring and throws two chairs over the top rope as they just miss Splinter. He slides a huge 25-foot ladder into the ring, along with a table. He slides in and Splinter is just regaining his composure. Stylez grabs Splinter, but Splinter hits some hard elbows into his gut, and sends him to the ropes. On the way back, Stylez gets hit with a Cross Chop in the face compliments of The Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak. Splinter picks up Stylez and drags him over to the corner turnbuckle. He unties the padding, grabs Stylez head, and tries to slam it into the exposed steel, but Stylez anticipates this, and connects with a cheap Mule Kick, which is perfectly legal in this match. Splinter in sent to his knees by the blow and is instantaneously hit with a front dropkick in the face by Stylez. Stylez picks up Splinter, grabs him by the hair, and begins to slam his face into the exposed turnbuckle, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10! Stylez lets go, and Splinter hits the mat like a ton of bricks, with blood now pouring out of a gash in his head. Stylez grabs a table and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He rolls the injured Splinter onto the table, and heads up to the top rope. He signals to the crowd, and tries to end it early, by jumping off with "Sudden Impact" (Shooting Star Press), but Splinter moves at the final second and Stylez crashes through the table chest first!
Stanyer: Good Lord! Stylez could have some permanent injuries after that!
Dawg: Wow! I never thought a joke like Stylez could make himself look any dumber!
Splinter and Stylez are down for a while until Splinter starts to move. He climbs up to his knees and Stylez begins to stir. Splinter staggers to his feet and grabs a steel chair. He slams it onto the mat a few times to wake Stylez up. Stylez gets onto his knees, just in time to be fed a vicious chair shot in the forehead from Splinter, which causes blood to squirt almost halfway across the ring! Splinter is almost shocked by the power the shot packed, but soon snaps out of it and heads for the ladder. He props the ladder up in the corner. He grabs the second chair from the side of the ring and jams it in the middle of the ladder in between two steps so the seat of the chair is sticking straight out. He walks over to the half-conscious Stylez, picks him up, and whips him into the dangerous corner, but Stylex reverses the whip and sends Splinter into the same corner! As Splinter approaches the corner, and the awaiting chair, he props his feet on the two side middle ropes, and slows to a stop, just before hitting the chair. He turns around to face Stylez who is standing at mid-ring, and seems to be seeing red as he charges in at Splinter. At the last second, Splinter drops down and drop toe holds Stylez directly onto his throat on the chair that is sticking out of the ladder! Stylez instantly drops and rolls to the outside of the ring. He hits the floor and begins to roll around, desperately trying to get his breath back. Splinter sadistically smiles at his handy work, and begins to walk towards the huge 25-foot ladder. He sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring and begins to climb it. Outside of the ring, Stylez seems to be in a slightly better condition as he begins to breathe normally and get to one knee. Splinter is now teetering on the top of the ladder, and jumps off with a huge Cross Body Block from the ring to the outside where Stylez is just standing up. As Splinter comes down, Stylez gets him in position and comes down with "Project X" (Diamond Cutter)! This sends the crowd into a thunderous chant of "Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!"
Stanyer: Holy Shit!
Dawg: My sentiments exactly.
The crowds cheers and chants grow ever louder for the two combatants as they are lying motionless on the outside. Stylez begins to stir after about a minute and is soon on his feet, but Splinter still shows no signs of movement. Stylez begins to feed a few boots into Splinter just so he can keep him down longer, then slowly slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. He moves towards the ladder, obviously trying to return the favor to Splinter. He begins to very slowly climb the ladder, as the match has taken a lot out of both men. Outside, Splinter is now up to one knee, and soon up to two. Stylez reels, and just about falls off the ladder as the blood from his forehead is now all over his face, and in his eyes. Splinter is now on his feet and the fans are going wild. He slowly slides under the bottom rope and immediately heads for the ladder. He reaches the bottom and begins to follow Stylez. Stylez feels the ladder shake and looks back, and is shocked to see Splinter climbing up the ladder right behind him. He tries to kick Splinter off but it doesn't seem to be working, as Splinter has now reached Stylez. They get in a fist fight at the top of the ladder, and Splinter sneaks in a rake to the eye. Stylez reels and Splinter hooks his head under his arm. He feeds Stylez a few shots in the head, looks at the crowd, screams, and dives off the top of the 25-foot ladder with "The Lay-Out" (Top Rope Bulldog) right onto a steel chair!! Splinter and Stylez are now motionless on the mat and Splinter slowly drapes his arm over Stylez. The ref counts, ..1 2 .3!
Stanyer: What a performance from the two PWF newcomers.
Dawg: I think the locker room will start to take notice of these two combatants after a match like this.
Stanyer: These two took extreme right to the edge, don't be surprised to see one or both of them competing for the Extreme Title in the near future.
The camera cuts to the Heelmaster. He's taping up for his match against King Volcano.
Heelmaster: A lot has happened to me over the past month. A lot of things that none of you people know about. I can't help but think that I've wasted a good amount of my life in wrestling. I've gone about it all the wrong way. Not to say that I don't have anything to show for it though.
Heelmaster picks up a frame. It's a picture of him with the MOW Sanitarium World Title over his shoulder. He looks at it and nods.
Heelmaster: This was the last time I enjoyed a moderate amount of success. This was before I was shoved into the ever growing midcard of the PWF. This was before I realized that my take on the business was wrong. In this day and age, I can't be potholed in by any one style of being. I have to be adaptable, because those who aren't are expendable.
Heelmaster puts the frame down and walks towards the door.
Heelmaster: Tonight, I will show my adaptability and I will attempt to regain my Extreme Title. If I can't do it... then maybe I need to rethink my career...
He opens the door and leaves the room as the camera fades.
Stanyer: Well this is going to be a strange Extreme Match, as so far, we don't have any stipulations to it. I guess it's just an "Extreme Match". We shall have to see how these two competitors handle it.
Dawg: It makes a change from Death Matches and Glass Cages anyway.
Stanyer: Heelmaster has been training for the past month for this contest. Honing a brand new style, this is it's "official debut", lets see what it is like.
Credit: Matt Van Dam
The lights go pitch black for several seconds before several spotlights circle the crowd. Then as "King Volcano" by Bauhaus hits, all the spotlights focus on the entrance where the sadistic King Volcano is being carried on a throne by his loyal slaves to the arena. The tron shows the Chinese martial arts expert King Volcano ripping apart limbs on various PWF opponents using his devastating Eruption of Destruction. They show his victory winning the Hardcore and Extreme Belt and Master of Submission Title. The giant King steps in the ring with a kendo stick which he swings wildly at the booing crowd leaning over the ropes screaming "I am the best damn Hardcore wrestler here and I have the most feared move in the PWF. Noooooobody can survive my Eruption of Destruction." King Volcano puts his weapon down than he takes off his self appointed hardcore crown. He rolls his eyes back so only the whites appear as he meditates with tai chi while waiting for the bell to ring.
James: Introducing from The Orient, weighing 392lbs, KING VOLCANO.
King Volcano walks out to the ring with his winged goat. He is carrying the EXTREME belt over his left shoulder. In his right had he holds a cordless mic.
King Volcano: CUT THE FN MUSIC
King Volcano waits for the music to turn off
King Volcano: A lot has been said about who is extreme and what makes one extreme.
King Volcano points to the tron as footage rolls. King Volcano narrates
King Volcano: Is it falling down from the top of cages?
Crowd roars
King Volcano: Being lighten on fire?
Crowd roars
King Volcano:The chance to use weapons in every match
crowd roars
King Volcano: Or is it a lifestyle? Taking every minute of the day and taking it to the next level- To the EXTREME
loud pop from the audience.
King Volcano: Heh. It seems we have a lively bunch hear tonight who want to see some pain
The crowd cheers.
King Volcano: Well, isnt that just fancy. But how many you worthless humanoids made a sacrifice to the goat. Why should I do anything for you?
The crowd quickly turns on King Volcano and starts to boo.
King Volcano: SHUT THE HELL UP SCUMBAGS. I didnt say I wouldnt brutalize that punk Heelmaster. And Heelmaster..
Crowd still booing
King Volcano: I tell you when the Extreme Giant walks into the ring all of his opponents have fear in their eyes. Everyone knows I am going to cause pain. They know I am not just some dude whos arms are bigger than their legs, but rather a skilled wrestler. Who in the PWF has made more ppl tap than King Volcano? Who has held the MASTER OF SUBMISIONS longer? Who goes down as being the best house champion ever. Tell me, who is the BEST and Current EXTREME CHAMP? ME.
Crowd boos
King Volcano yells in the mic
King Volcano: THATS RIGHT ME!!
Crowd boos
King Volcano:So Heelmaster please do not come into the PWF talking about some inferior MOW belt. It only shows how you took the low road. To compete at my level you need to LIVE IT. A dojo training is not going to help you beat the Extreme Giant. You need to have change your lifestyle. The training must become your life. You need to meditate. You need to eat right. Every waking second of the day is training, Heck, you need to even sleep right. Heelmaster you fall short in commitment. You lack the desire to be a real champ.
King Volcano points to the tron and shows Heelmaster tapping on the first submission in the last match up.
King Volcano: Now, I am not saying you should quit or retire from the PWF. Let's face it, you set your goals too high. Maybe you should start off fighting people like say SOLO. Or maybe Darkstorm? Heck, even that little Jagged punk might be more your style. But the KING.... KING VOLCANO. What are you thinking?
King Volcano points to his head.
King Volcano: See, Heelmaster there is only one EXTREME champ and that is me. I am entertained by your persistance to be EXTREME champ again but it isn't going to happen as long as I am alive.
King Volcano starts to walk down the aisleway back to the locker room. King Volcano picks up the goat and taunts the audience with it, telling people to worship it.
"Roots, Bloody Roots" by Sepultra hits as the lights go black. Blue strobes light the building up for brief instants at a time. The Heelmaster, Kevin Shane, walks onto the ramp and flips the entire crowd off. He makes several lewd gestures to make the fans boo him even more. He then walks down to the ring, laughing to himself and bad mouthing several fans. He steps into the ring and motions for everyone to kiss his ass.
James: Introducing from Pitsburgh, Pennysylvania, weighing 257lbs, THE HEELMASTER!!
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Report: The two men face off in the middle of the ring. And the referee rings the bell and the two separate and circle each other, each man not taking their eye off the other. Then they tie up. King Volcano uses his considerable size and weight advantage over Heelmaster and pushes him into the turnbuckle, his head snaps back off the top buckle as he hits the canvas clutching the rear of his neck. King Volcano lifts Heelmaster back onto his feet into the corner by his long hair and begins to drive his massive frame again and again into his mid-section. He then whips Heelmaster aggressively to the opposite turnbuckle. Heelmaster bounces off and staggers towards KV who goes for a Fujiwara Armbar, but Heelmaster manages to wriggle free before it can be applied and sneaks behind KV pushing him face first into the opposite turnbuckle. As KV staggers backwards dazed, Heelmaster pulls him backwards into a schoolboy pin hold! 1 .2 but KV kicks out aggressively. Heelmaster jumps back onto his feet quickly to maintain his advantage and hits a hard knife edge chop, but KV is unfazed! Heelmaster then hits a series of even harder chops, the sound of which can be heard around the arena, however KV is taking them and is not even affected, despite an enormous sore patch with Heelmaster has connected. Heelmaster looks daunted but then jolts forward poking KV in the eye which leaves him vulnerable, he sneaks behind his opponent again locking on a reverse headlock and then brings him down hard into the canvas with a reverse DDT. Heelmaster then rolls over onto KV, but there is still life in KV and reaches for the arm of Heelmaster whilst he covers, Heelmaster realising the danger escapes quickly and both men return to their feet.
Stanyer: Pretty even contest so far, both men starting cautiously!
Dawg: Heelmaster is going to have to use his speed if he is to out-fox the brute force of King Volcano Jay!
KV connects with a hard cut into the stomach of Heelmaster, but he drops down behind KV and then applies a waist-lock. KV manages to resist using his strength the first time, but then Heelmaster lets out a roar of power and slowly lifts KV into the air. He then drops KV on the back of his neck with a perfect German Suplex. Heelmaster is quick to capitalise and immediately hooks KV into a chin lock. He keeps him down for a minute or 2, but KV become restless and begins to power up to his feet. Heelmaster tries in vain to keep him down by jumping up to jolt the neck of KV but to no avail as KV lifts him into the air and drops him down with a side Suplex.. Heelmaster lies on his side holding his head in agony but KV is quick and carries on his assault and locks in the Molten Rock (Sitting Reverse Armbar).
Heelmaster's face is wrought with pain, he knows he has to get out quick or it's all over. He begins to creep inch by inch towards the rope. KV squeezes harder onto the arm of Heelmaster but it does not stop him and Heelmaster grabs the bottom rope. .KV holds on wrenching back as hard as he can for his allowed 5 seconds and then releases the hold but starts to pound away on the back of Heelmaster. KV grabs Heelmaster in a headlock and then takes him to the ropes and rakes his eyes along the top rope. He hangs onto the headlock as Heelmaster reaches for his face. KV takes Heelmaster to the center of the ring and locks the leg and delivers a Side Russian Leg Sweep. KV the arm of Heelmaster and drags him into the corner. He slides under the rope and then yanks the arm Heelmaster smashing his shoulder into the ring post. Heelmaster screams in agony!
Stanyer: Looks like King Volcano has a game plan and concentrating on that arm.
Dawg: If he takes out the arm, that's 50% of his offense gone and King Volcano should pick up an easy win, it's elementary my dear Stanyer!
KV then slides back into the ring and immediately grabs the wrenching it hard. Heelmaster drops to his knee each time his arm is wrenched, he is close the submission right there!. Suddenly Heelmaster desperate pulls his own arm toward him and short arm clotheslines KV out of his boots! However, this takes its toll on Heelmaster as he is clearly favouring the injured arm. KV sees he is injured and rushes towards him but is met by a stuff standing drop kick that makes him take a step backwards. KV charges him again and is taken down by a clever drop toe hold sending KV to the mat. He leaps on his back and tries to apply a headlock but KV gets up with Heelmaster on his back! He begins to run backwards to the turnbuckle attempting to crush Heelmaster but he escapes and KV hits the turnbuckle hard! KV stumbles towards the centre of the ring holding his lower back but Heelmaster comes off the ropes of delivers a bulldog. Surprisingly the crowd are behind Heelmaster and he gestures to them he is going to end it now!
Stanyer: Heelmaster is beginning to out-fox King Volcano but he shouldn't become complacent!
Dawg: That's right, if KV gets hold of that arm, Heelmaster is going to lose his best friend!
Heelmaster pulls KV to his feet and begins to chop away at his chest again, but this time its clearly having the desired effect as KV sprawls back on to the ropes. Heelmaster then then clotheslines him over the top to the outside but the ref stops Heelmaster from pursuing his opponent and takes him to the other side of the ring to cool him down. As he is distracted KV comes back into the ring armed with a steel chair and Heelmaster is blocking the ref's view. KV swings violently for Heelmaster who ducks and the chair connects cleanly to the head of the ref who hits the mat cold. KV beings to get frustrated and takes hold of the chair and turns around to face Heelmaster and is met by a well placed 2 footed drop kick to the chair which in turn smashes into the face of KV! Heelmaster throws the chair to the outside and covers, but the ref is down as the crowd chants 1 2 .3 .4 .5, but still no count. Heelmaster beats the mat in frustration with his good hand and picks up KV for more punishment.
Suddenly another referee comes down to replace the now unconscious official. Heelmaster stands KV on his feet and runs into the ropes and attempts a clothesline but KV ducks and picks Heelmaster up into the air in a Gorilla press position, but Heelmaster struggles in mid air and KV cannot hold him, Heelmaster flips over the head of KV into a victory role and clutches KV's legs tightly and the ref counts! .1 .2 .3!
Stanyer: Heelmaster has regained the Extreme Title!!!
Dawg: I guess all of Heelmaster's training has finally paid off, and he demonstrated a totally different style tonight. So alien to what we are used to. Normally it's a concentrated attack to the opponents arm. Tonight I don't think he attacked the arm once. Amazing.
Stanyer: Heelmaster appears to be a new wrestler, and now he has the Extreme Title for the 2nd time in his career. Lets hope he can hold onto it a bit longer this time.
The camera cuts to the backstage area where Ted Tedison is standing by with Bloodbath.
Tedison: "Bloodbath, tonight you are booked in amatch against DarkStorm and there seems to eb a lot of pride at stake here."
Bloodbath: "That little punk has no idea who he is messing with. I am the former PWF World Champion!!! Who the hell does he think he is? I mean, he talks about how the Cult of Shadows is a mockery of darkness, and yet, the darkest thing about that maggot is his freakin name!"
Tedison: "Well, how much does this match mean to you and the rest of the Cult?"
Bloodbath: "Let's just say this: After this match, the world will see just how powerful the Cult of Shadows truly is and everyone will know why we are going to be the dominant group here in the PWF!"
Tedison: "Well, there you have it. Bloodbath promises to show the Cult's true power here tonight against DarkStorm!"
Bloodbath: "And one more thing, DarkStorm, your fate is in my hands now. And trust me, your future isn't pretty."
The camera fades.............
Stanyer: This match was spawned when DarkStorm suddenly burst into a tirade about the Cult of Shadows, saying that they were not anywhere near as good as the AoD. He even went as far to say that the Cult were not worthy of being on the "dark side".
Dawg: He probably has a point, but Bloodbath was having none of it, and this match was signed.
Stanyer: This one's a No DQ contest, so it should be pretty interesting.
Credit: Sabre
"Her Ghost in the Fog" by Cradle of Filth begins to play as a ring of fire appears by the entrance, surrounded by an eerie fog. Bloodbath rises out of the flames carrying a 2x4 before walking towards the ring. He stops on the apron, and looks to the crowd, before he climbs in the ring, still with his 2x4.
James: Introducing, from Hell, Michigan, weighing 225lbs, BLOODBATH.
Thunder is heard on the oppisite side of the titantron and makes its way around each opposite sides of the arena until directly in front of the ultra-tron, then two bolts of lightning strike from the rafters, and "CLick CLick Boom", by Saliva hits and out of the smoke from the pryos come DarkStorm, he stops at the top of the ramp and folds his arms over each other, and looks around, then he drops them and runs to the ring, he makes his way around to the announcers table and places something on it, a discman.
James: Introducing from Clinton, NC weighing 230lbs, DARKSTORM.
Dawg: Okay, I can understand how Bloodbath would want to bring a 2x4 to a no DQ match... but what's with Darkstorm bringing a discman out?
Stanyer: Darkstorm's a strange one that's for sure. Woah, here we go!
Report: Darkstorm suddenly slides into the ring trying to catch Bloodbath by surprise but the former World champ is able to clock DS across the back with his 2x4, snapping the piece of wood cleanly in two. DS drops like a sack of potatoes before being picked up by Bloodbatch who then hits a DDT. He goes for the pin but Darkstorm gets a hand up just after the two count. Bloodbatch rises, grabbing a handful of DS's hair, but Darkstorm pulls out a desperation low blow. Bloodbath grabs his crotch in pain as Darkstorm comes off the ropes, hitting a scissors kick to the head. Bloodbath drops on the canvas but it takes more than a nut shot to put Bloodbath down, and his hand comes up shortly after the 1. Darkstorm takes this opportunity to slide under the ropes, looking under the ring for more weapons.
Stanyer: 'These no DQ bouts... only for the strong and stupid.'
Dawg: 'I'm still wondering about this discman!'
Bloodbath, now on his feet, spots DS on the outside and charges for a baseball slide. Darkstorm quickly brings the hidden fire extinguiser up to bear and sprays BB with white mist. Bloodbath reverses, holding his eyes as Darkstorm runs in with a tennis shoe. It makes a nice slapping sound across Bloodbaths back but doesn't seem to be giving the desired violence Darkstorm expected. Bloodbath turns around, a little annoyed, and connects with a Death Valley Driver. Bloodbath then picks up the dreaded tennis shoe and starts beating it across the back of Darkstorms head. It must hurt, as Darkstorm is now yelling out 'hey, quit it!' Bloodbatch picks up Darkstorm and throws him against the ropes, attempting to hit a backbreaker on Darkstorms return but the Dark one slides between Bloodbaths legs. He quickly spins on his heels and hits the second low blow of the night to Bloodbath who now drops to the mat in pain.
Stanyer: 'Ouch.'
Darkstorm picks up Bloodbath and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle. He runs after him, hitting an elbow to the jaw before pummeling Bloodbath onto his knees. Darkstorm then pulls out some handcuffs from his tights, strapping Bloobaths hands to the top rope leaving the superstar trapped beween a rock and a hard place. Darkstorm smiles cruelly before exiting the ring, walking towards the announce table...
Dawg: 'Finally, we get to see what he's gonna do with this discman! Dude, what's in there?!'
Darkstorm turns, and opens the discman's lid, showing the cameraman what's inside...
Dawg: 'Ahhhhh!!! It's Enya!!!'
The entire arena cringes at the sight as Dakstorm laughs, pouncing on Bloodbath and thowing the headphones on him. Bloodbath looks at peace with the World for a few seconds before screaming in agony. He tries to take off the headphones but Darkstorm is holding his handcuffed hands away. Bloodbath then resorts to trying to bite his own ears off. The crowd would be laughing if it didn't look so darn painful.
Stanyer: 'My God. Bloodbath is truly the epitamy of hardcore if he can stand this much torture.'
Dawg: 'I haven't seen anyone take so much pain. Somebody, stop the match!'
Darkstorm laughs but is suddenly taken by surprise as Bloobath snatches the discman from his hands before smashing it over his head. Darkstorm drops to the mat and Bloodbath, in his state, is able to put his foot on his chest for a pinfall attempt. The ref makes the count... 1... 2... 3!!! Winner via pinfall... Bloodbath!
Dawg: 'An ugly, ugly, no DQ match up with the stronger man winning.'
Stanyer: 'A dark day in PWF history when a wrestler resorts to Enya for the win... congrats to Bloodbath, who I'm sure will never be the same again.'
With Bloodbath unable to escape the ring, he simply sits down, rocking back and forth. ..
We cut backstage to the Methods of Mayhem lockerroom with only Law inside. He dons a black leather jumpsuit with boots and gloves to match; he probably just steped off his motorcycle. Law is sitting down and then decides to get up and he starts to pace around the room. In a fit of rage, Law punches the wall, not hard enough to put a hole in it, but hard enough to crack it. He opens up the door of the room and Johnny Mayhem is on the other side with microphone in hand.
Mayhem: Can I get a few wo--
Law mugs Mayhem in the face causing him to fall into a nearby closet. Law, in the meantime, storms off. There is something strange about Law tonight. He just seems...different. He walks all over the arena as in a search for something. But for what? After a while, Law stops in front of a door and the camera zooms onto the nameplate. "Loki" is what it reads. Law pauses and takes a deep breath. Another fit of rage takes Law over as he boots the door off of the hinges. The door falls to the ground in a loud crash as he steps on top of it and conveys the room. Empty.
Law: Figures.
Law is now adressing the camera after what seems like hours of silence. No word in the english dictionary can describe the look on his face.
Law: Let's take this situation back to a few weeks before House of Pain. Loki after a match stole the Lightweight Title from me. We all know that Loki is a joker, but I am not the one to play games with. Then House of Pain rolls around and we battle for the belt. Loki comes out victorious and "retains" the belt. Then you don't even work to keep the title, but Pellington still decides to let you keep it. Never have I been so furious in my entire career.
Law begins to walk around the room, still with the methodical look on his face. He takes his gloves off and stuffs them in his back pocket. There is a tad bit of blood on his hand from when he punched the wall, but he pays it no attention.
Law: I start tell you tell that I'm through with you that I'm through with you, but you still keep egging me on. You call yourself the gamemaster and you call the shots in this little feud. I went along with it...until now. Last week I issued a challenge for the belt. You come on the screen and destroy all my personal belongings, even pictures of my family. Well the game ends here. The tables have turned and I have become the master.
Law now takes notice of hand and just wipes the blood on his jumpsuit. The camera now zooms a bit closer to Law.
Law: I have changed, Loki. I have trasnformed into something...evil. Even I don't know what I'm capable of. I've SNAPPED! The inner rage inside of me is ready to explode. We fight for the title tonight, well, I don't care about it right now. I just care about destroying you. I'm not going to wrestle you tonight, I'm goint to ANILHILATE you. I'm a dangerous man, don't you realise that? The only reason I didn't want anything to do with you is because I didn't want it to come to this point. You brought it upon youself! Somewhere in the back of my mind, there is mercy for you. But the rage inside my heart has ruled out all mercy, all compassion. I'm off of the leash and I'm hungry for flesh and blood.
Law is breathing heavily now and sweating profusely.
Law: When you get put down for the count, I'm not going to stop! In fact, you're going through the canvas, through the arena, into the core of the Earth, hell when I get done, we'll end up in China! Some one better bring some handcuffs or a straight jacket, because I have gone off the deep end and when I start pound the life out of that puny body of yours, it's never going to end.
Law breathing calms down a bit a he walks out of the room, leaving the door on the ground.
Stanyer: It looks like Loki has really got Law wound up. Let's hope Law can control himself in his match, or he'll get himself dq'd, and that would mean Loki would keep the title.
Dawg: And that's a bad thing?
Stanyer: No, but I am pulling for Law in this one, I want to see him obtain revenge.
Dawg: Typical.
"Imortally Insane" by Pantera hits the speakers and red pyros go off on each side of the ramp. Law Hiyabusa walks onto the ramp and stares into the crowd as if he's searching for something. He then does a mad sprint down the ramp and the foward momentum causes him to slide halfway across the ring. He gets up from the canvas and jumps to the top turnbuckle and holds his hands to the side as he gets an ovation from the fans.
James: Introducing from Japan, weighing 189lbs, LAW HIYABUSA!!!
BOOM BOOM! "Oh! Rock me Amadeus!". "Mope" by The Bloodhound Gang thumps over the house system and the fans begin cheering. While the track loops, Loki slinks out onto the stage with a broad mischievious grin across his features. Loki stops in the center of the stage to take in the fan reaction. As the track loops for the last time, Loki points with both hands to the right of the stage, to the left, and then straight toward the ring. Just as the lyrics start, Loki breaks into a goofy gyrating dance, getting a louder pop from the crowd. Loki stops, laughs, and head toward the ring.
James: Introducing from Asbury Park, New Jersey, weighing 225lbs, "The God of Mischief". LOKI
Report: Law angrily charges straight in at Loki, throwing caution to the wind. Law connects with a couple of quick right hands and then he whips Loki to the ropes. Law goes for a clothesline, but Loki quickly ducks and then counters with a gut kick. Loki stoops to hit an uppercut and then hits a quick Spinning Back Fist. Loki whips the stunned Law to the ropes and then takes him over with a Hiptoss. Law gets to his feet as Loki comes off the ropes to floor the challenger with a Reverse Elbow. Loki goes for an early cover. ..1 Law kicks out easily. Law quickly gets to his feet where he takes three swift forearms from Loki, but then comes back with a couple of straight rights. Law then knees Loki in the gut and whips him to the ropes where he snaps him over with a Japanese Arm Drag. Loki rolls through to his feet and then shakes his head before charging at Law, who snaps him over with a 2nd Arm Drag and this time holds onto his arm and locks in an armbar. Loki manages to pull himself to his feet and then twists the arm wrench around so he is performing it, then he kicks Law on the back of his knees, forcing him to fall flat on his back. Loki then lets go of the arm wrench and does a standing somersault into a Leg Drop, bringing a round of applause from the crowd. Loki goes for a cover. .1 ..2 Law kicks out. Loki snaps Law up to his feet and then hits a couple of hard knife edge chops. Law comes back with a couple of knife edge chops of his own. Law whips Loki to the corner, but Loki reverses and then follows Law in, but Law slingshots over Loki and then does a backflip. Loki spins around and angrily charges at Law, who counters with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Law then hits a Backflip Moonsault cover. 1 .2 Loki kicks out easily. Law rolls off Loki and then kips-up. Loki struggles to his feet, still stunned from the heel kick. Law whips him hard into the corner and then as Loki bounces out, Law comesoff the ropes and delivers a perfect Facecrusher. Law hooks the leg. ..1 2 Loki kicks out. Law pulls Loki up and then sends him into the ropes. Law goes for a snap over Hurricanranna, but Loki counters with a perfect Powerbomb. Loki pushes Law's body away and then struggles to his feet.
Stanyer: High impact stuff from Loki, he may have just taken control of this match.
Dawg: You wouldn't know what high impact stuff is, you've never been in the ring.
Stanyer: Neither have you!!!
Dawg: So, I know about that kind of stuff, you don't.
Stanyer: Since when?
Dawg: Since always.
Stanyer: [sarcastically] Okay I believe you
Loki shakes the cobwebs from his eyes and then pulls Law up to his feet. Loki hits Law with a couple of hard, angry right hands. Loki then pushes Law into the corner and then delivers a couple of shoulder blocks and then follows it up with a couple off knees to the gut. He then whips Law to the opposite corner and then follows in to score with a Spear, which leaves Law in a sitting position in the corner. Loki paces around the ring and points towards Law and then charges in and connects with "That Gotta Hurt" (Sliding Dropkick to Groin). Law cringes on the mat while clutching his family jewels. Loki pulls Law into the middle of the ring and goes for a cover. 1 .2 . Law kicks out. Loki pulls Law up to his feet and lifts him up for a Back Drop, but Law escapes, and then reaches for his genitalia as another bolt of pain shoots through them. Law then grabs Loki and goes for a German Suplex, but Loki blocks it in mid-move and counters with a Victory Roll. 1 ..2 .. Law kicks out. Law starts to get to his feet, but Loki delivers a Martial Arts kick to his face to make sure he stays down. Loki then climbs to the top rope, Law once again begins to get to his feet. Loki dives off with a Cross Body Block. Somehow Law manages to roll through with the Cross Body and ends up in a cover. 1 .2 Loki kicks out. Law gets to his feet and hits a couple of right hands on Loki as he gets to his feet. Law then sends Loki to the ropes, but Loki counters Law's sidewalk slam with a Flying Head Scissors. Law rolls through to his feet and charges at Loki with a clothesline, but he counters with a waistlock and then launches into a German Suplex, he flips over backwards into a bridge for the pin. .1 ..2 .. Law kicks out. Loki gets to his feet and then pulls Law up. Law staggers around dazed. Loki lifts him up over his shoulder and proceeds to dump him on the top rope. Loki then climbs up to the top rope with Law and blows a kiss before hitting the Monkeyshine (Hurricanranna). Loki bounces off the ropes and hits a Leg Drop before hooking the leg for a cover. .1 .2 .. Law kicks out. Loki pulls Law up and then hits a Spinning Back Kick which sends Law into the corner, he then drops down into the sitting position. Loki points at Law and clearly shouts to the crowd "One more time". Loki prepares his runup and then goes for "That Gotta Hurt" for the 2nd time in the match, but this time Law pulls himself out of the ring at the last possible moment and Loki slides and crashes groin first into the ring post.
Dawg: That Gotta Hurt.
Stanyer: Very funny, we know the name of the move that he attempted.
Dawg: It's let Law back into this match. I blame that damn dark side stuff, if he was still normal, he would never have made that mistake.
Stanyer: Right What brings you to that conclusion?
Dawg: King Volcano, he's to blame for everything, with those stupid goat rituals.
Stanyer: So your blaming King Volcano's goat rituals for Loki missing that move?
Dawg: Yeah, that's the gist of it.
Stanyer: So it has nothing to do with the fact that Loki took too much time over the move?
Dawg: Don't be silly, he'd never do that.
Stanyer: Why do I bother?
Law has managed to recover most of his senses and rolls back into the ring. Loki is getting to his feet, although he keeps checking his genitalia. Law hits him with a couple of quick knife edge chops and then sends Loki to the ropes and then plants him with a Tilt a Whirl Slam. Law hooks the leg 1 .2 .. Loki gets his left shoulder up. Law snaps Loki up to his feet and hits a couple of right hands and then sends Loki to the ropes, but he reverses and then follows in sending Law crashing to the canvas with a Flying Calf Kick. Loki waits for Law to get to his feet and then comes off the ropes and sails over the top rope with a Corkscrew Plancha, but Law moves out of the way and Loki crashes down on the floor. Law leaps onto the barricade and then hits a perfect Asai Moonsault onto Loki. Law rolls Loki back into the ring and then he waits on the apron. Loki staggers up to his feet and then Law springboards off the top rope and snaps Loki over with a Hurricanranna Pin. .1 ..2 Loki just kicks out. Law is already climbing up to the top rope as Loki struggles to his feet. Law dives off with a Flying Cross Body, but Loki jumps up and dropkicks Law out of the air. Loki draws on all his strength to get to his feet quickly, but still a little out of it from the punishment he's taken. Loki lifts Law up and dumps him on the top rope. Loki climbs up and sets Law up for the Grand Shenanigan (Super Brainbuster). However, Law scores with a couple of shots to the body and then pushes Loki off the top rope. Law then stands up and waits for Loki to get up before connecting with a Missile Dropkick. Law then waits for Loki to get to his feet before booting him in the gut and then lifts him up for the Fury of Japan (Orange Crush Pin). But Loki manages to escape behind Law and hooks Law up for a Reverse DDT, but Law frees himself and twists Loki into an arm wrench and then steps over to connect with a Spinning Heel Kick. Law then drags Loki towards the corner and then leaps to the top rope. He signals to the crowd and then goes for the Japanese Chainsaw (450 Splash), but Loki moves out of the way and Law finds nothing but canvas. Loki then waits for Law to get up and then he delivers the Last Laugh (FameAsser). Loki covers. .1 2 . Law just gets his shoulder up. Loki can't believe it and holds his head in his hands. He then pulls Law up to his feet and then boots him in the gut and goes for a Powerbomb. But Law goes over Loki's head and rolls him up with a Victory Roll. .1 .2 ..3!!!!!!
Stanyer: Law wins!!!! Law is the new Lightweight champion!!!!
Dawg: What the hell? Where did that come from?
Stanyer: That's all it takes sometimes, a quick counter and the match is over. Especially when Lightweights are involved.
Dawg: Law got lucky, there'll be hell to pay for this.
Stanyer: No such thing as luck in this world, Law won because he was the better man on the night.
Dawg: You know what I think of that, BULLSHIT.
Stanyer: What you think doesn't change the fact that Law has won, and that as they say is that.
The camera cuts backstage to Ted Tedison who is standing infront of a locker room door. The door has a big gold star on in it with the words "King Of Swing" on the star. Ted knocks on the door.
Tedison: I am awaiting the arrival of Jason Hunt, he should be right behind this door.
Ted knocks on the door again and Jason Hunt comes out wearing his normal wrestling pants but they are silver this time and his boots arent tied all the way up yet. He has his elbow pads on and they are silver too but his gloves aren't on yet as well. As soon as Hunt steps foot in the range of the camera the crowd instantly goes into a booing frenzy as Hunt stands tall.
Tedison: Jason, tonight you meet your biggest challenge to date, Homicide. If you win, you advance in the Last Man Standing Tournament, if you lose, you have to start all the way back and the beginning of the road to the World Title. Your thoughts?
Jason Hunt: Now that you put it like that, no pressure or anything, huh?
Tedison: Heh.
Jason Hunt: Tonight, Jason Hunt does indeed go up against Homicide in probably the biggest match of my career. But you know what?
Tedison: What?
Jason Hunt: The treat is on the Pwf fans and viewers here tonight, you know why?
Tedison: Why?
Jason Hunt: They get to see their hero, Jason Hunt wrestle not once....but twice in one night. Now how friggin' great is that? My JasonHolics are going to shit their pants. Hell they just about do it everytime they see Jason Hunt wrestle one match a night, but damn....two?!?!? They just won't be able to handle the excitement that I am going to supply to them.
Tedison: What are your feelings towards Homicide? And if you beat him who do you think you're going to face in the finals?
Jason Hunt: For damn sure Jason Hunt is going to come out on top over Homicide, so there is not question about that. I'll answer the second question first and work my way back, just stay with me Ted. Who will Jason Hunt face...and beat in the finals of the Jason Hunt World Title Conquest Tournament. On one hand you have "Supastar" Davey K. The man who's ass I kicked day in and day out for two months straight. Would I like to face him one more time and beat him yet again? No. Why, because it's just too damn easy. Davey K poses no real threat against the "King Of Swing". But wouldn't you want to face someone who you can easily beat? One would think, but you see "The Fastest Rising Superstar Ever" didn't get to where he is today by taking the easy way out, oh no. Plus i'd like to spare him the embarrassment, he is probably still recovering from the cage match. Then who the hell will I face in the finals? The man they call Sabre. Obviously he will crush Davey K because he is a part of the best damn faction in the world, the gWo. But there is no chance in hell he will get a victory of Jason Hunt. An all gWo final it will be, that I can guarantee. Yeah sure Sabre is a kick ass wrestler, but he is nothing compared to Jason Hunt. I know it, he knows it, all the JasonHolics know it. Jason Hunt will knock him the fuck out, make him tap, pin him, it doesn't matter. Either way Jason Hunt is going onto to face the World Champ and then kick his ass and bring the belt to the rightful owner....Jason Hunt!
Tedison: ....And Homicide?
Jason Hunt: Homicide is a nothing, a nobody, a wanna be JasonHolic. He can't cut it in the ring with me. Not like anyone can for that matter, but Homicide and Jason Hunt are in two different leagues. He is in the washed up, never was group and Jason Hunt is in a league of his own. Nobody but Jason Hunt is in this league, because it's that good.
Tedison: This is the opportunity Homicide has been waiting for his whole life, this is what he has gone through hell for, he won't give up without a fight and on a serious note I hope you know that.
Jason Hunt: Shudup douche.
Tedison: Seriously...
Jason Hunt: Seriously...I don't give a fuck! Homicide will not and can not beat Jason Hunt. It's a given fact, I could give two shits what he has been through to get here. Boston Massacre 1 through 4, it's all a bunch of bull shit to me. This isn't going to be a match where he can pull anything out of his ass and beat me with it. This is a one on one confrontation, two men wrestling in that ring. Something I am the better man at. I hope he realizes that.
Tedison: I'm sure he does, but this is his life long goal, he won't lay down for anyone...
Jason Hunt: He'll lay down when I knock him the fuck out. He'll be seeing nothing but my hand being raised in the air after I connect with the DownSizer and get that 1...2...3. Frankly Ted, I am never concerned with my present opposition. I could care less about that, I am always looking right pass the douche bag and looking into the future. Looking at Jason Hunt holding that World Title high into the air and the millions and billions and trillions of JasonHolics in the world screaming for their favorite hero and savior. I have tunnel vision Ted and that's the only thing I see right now.
Tedison: This is obviously something you have had planned out for a while...
Jason Hunt: Ya damn right it is. Ever since the first day I stepped foot in the Pwf, I am had my mind set on the World Title. Nothing and nobody is going to get in the way of my dream. I don't care how big, how crazy and how tough any of these ass clowns are...I will come on top, and I will become the World Champion.
Tedison: Has your training been any different for this matchup? You must have stepped it up a notch...
Jason Hunt: Look at me Ted. Do I ever need to train for anybody? Look at this body, I am the epitomy of perfect. I am so certain that I am going to walk out of Last Man Standing with that World Title shot that I don't need to do anything. I don't have to train more then I usually do. Why? Over work myself for something that doesn't need to be over worked? It's pre-destined that I am going to beat Homicide then beat Sabre. Why bother? Neither of them can compete with this.
Tedison: You sure are full of yourself.
Jason Hunt: Well look at me Ted. I am a freakin' chick magnet. All the ladies flock to Jason Hunt. They know Jason Hunt is a bonified winner and every woman on this planet is attracted to me. To steal a line that is intended as truth...I am dead sexy. All the women run to Jason Hunt, because they know that Jason Hunt is always going to come out on top. I don't even need a World Title to prove how damn good I am, but what tha fack I can let the ladies hold it, it'll get 'em in bed quicker. But let's get back on topic.
Tedison: Lets.
Jason Hunt: To steal another line from a man who was spectacular in his own right but nothing compared to "The King Of Swing". Tonight I am going to give all my JasonHolics the show of a life time...why? Because I can.
Tedison: That I don't doubt.
Jason Hunt: Damn straight.
Tedison: While you are extremely obnoxious...you are one hell of an athelete.
Jason Hunt: Obnoxious? You are calling my obnoxious? How am I more obnoxious then say Sabre...or Davey K? Face it Davey, you're not hip, you're not cool. And you damn sure aint black. What about Homicide? Always whining about how he's done this and he's done that and he deserves to be the champion and blah, blah, blah. Bitchin' about shit that no one cares about. Then Antonio Gambino, always jerking his chain. He thinks he's the cat shit, when in all reality he is just plain shit. A true loser, a sore loser at best. Gambino looks out for no one and no one but himself. Now how can you cheer for a guy like that? A guy that goes from side to side only when it's convient for himself. Joined the gWo to win the World Title. Lost it, then Matt got it and now he turned his back on the gWo to get the title back again. Well Gambino, my friend. You aren't going to win it this time.
Tedison: How did Gambino get into this?
Jason Hunt: Don't worry your pretty little pink panties about that. All I have to say is tonight, you are looking at the beginning of a new era. The Jason Hunt era. Tonight is the night that I finally get that World Title shot that I honestly deserve. You can all say what you will but when it comes down to the record books, no body deserves this chance as much as I do. I've beaten em all, and tonight it's going to be nothing different. Homicide your ass is first and Sabre, i'm coming for you.
Tedison: Good luck tonight Jason.
Jason Hunt: Yeah yeah, JasonHunt.com bitches. I'm out, party in my locker room after I win the Last Man Standing tournament.
Jason Hunt goes old school by spitting his gum out into the air and smacking it into Ted Tedison's face and then he laughs and walks back into his locker room with his usual confident strut. He shuts the door behind him and Ted is left speechless.
Stanyer: I think that'll be the last time Ted asks Hunt for a "few words" again. Hunt just doesn't know the meaning of "a few words".
Dawg: You saying he talks too much?
Stanyer: Let's just say he always has plenty to say.
Dawg: Well, like Hunt said, he's got this match sown up, this one should be easy.|
Stanyer: Easy? EASY? This is the Last Man Standing Quarter Final, and he's facing Homicide no less, and you call it easy?
Dawg: Yeah . what?
Stanyer: We just can't get through to you can we .
The lights are turned off and red laser lights flash through out the arena and then pyro goes off on the stage and "Awnaw" by Nappy Roots(ft POD) hits and out walks Jason Hunt with a confident strut. Jason raises his hands in the air and then he walks down to the ring and when he gets in the ring he flexes his muscles then climbs up to the ropes and raises his arms and hands again.
James: Introducing from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing 220lbs, JASON HUNT.
The arena blackens and the opening cords of "Debonair" by Dope are guitarred, breaking the silence of the crowd. On the UltraTron, a scene of mass destruction appears with three distant objects violently stampeding toward screen. They loop out of view, then consecutively RECOGNIZE.. OR.. REALIZE stamp the screen in dripping blood words, making them appear to shatter through glass when they collide with it, keying silver explosions (representing the glass) to reach the rafters from the stage with each of the 3! The music is now at full intensity and the arena lights begin to flicker in a red fiasco. The crowd is going wild and then explodes into a huge pop when the curtain moves aside and His Massacreness steps out on the stage and swaggers down to ringside, occasionally hi-fiving a fan along the way. He climbs up on the apron on the outside and poses (like Ken Shamrock) revealing his buff physique, then appearing to snap and his inner-aggression overtakes him while he is being introduced..
James: "Making his way to the ring, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, and weighing in at 292 pounds; He is "The REAL Boston Massacre" ... HOMICIDE!!!"
Report: Homicide & Hunt circle each other, burning their intentions onto the back of each others retinas. The bell rings and they pace up to each other in the centre of the ring. At first they just stare deep into each others eyes, then a few words are exchanged. Hunt breaks this with a hard slap across Homicide's cheek. Homicide takes a few steps back and turns away to touch his cheek, he is not in pain though. He lifts his head up and smiles at Hunt, who tells him to bring it on. Homicide goes into his usual ready position and the two circle each other. They go into a collar and elbow tie up. Almost immediately, Homicide aggressively pushes Hunt into the corner. The referee is calling for a break, Homicide obliges, but he gives Hunt a quick slap across the face, just returning the favour. Hunt gives Homicide a little nod as the two circle around each other again. This time Hunt fakes the tie up and squeezes in a boot to the gut. Hunt then delivers a hard, straight right, sending Homicide sprawling into the ropes. Hunt moves in the for the kill, but Homicide uses the ropes as a springboard to launch into a volley of right hands. Hunt is caught totally unawares and doesn't even raise his fists to try and block the right hands. Homicide backs Hunt into the ropes and then whips him off. Homicide then uses the ropes to propel himself into Hunt and then crushes him with an awesome clothesline. The crowd give Homicide a massive cheer as he raises one arm in the air and then goes to pick Hunt up. Homicide spear tackles Hunt and pushes him into the corner where he proceeds to crush his abdomen with heavy shoulder blocks. Homicide relents and Hunt drops to his knees gripping his gut. Homicide drags him up by his long dark hair and then whips him to the opposite corner. Hunt crashes into the turnbuckle at some speed and bounces back out into the middle of the ring where Homicide is waiting. The Boston Massacre scoops Hunt up and then destroys him with a Tilt a Whirl Slam. Homicide hooks the leg back for a cover. ..1 2 Hunt kicks out powerfully, showing that he has plenty of life left in him yet. Homicide pulls Hunt up by his hair, which draws a reprimand from the Referee, who for this contest, is Carlton Rock. Homicide stoops to lift Hunt up with both hands into an impressive Military Press. Homicide looks set to deliver Intentional Homicide, but he changes his mind and decides to Snake Eyes Hunt on the top rope. As Hunt grips his throat, Homicide lifts Hunt up for a Sidewalk Slam, but instead plants him with a Backbreaker, with no less force mind. Hunt rolls over onto his side clutching his lower back. Homicide delivers a stiff Soccer Kick to Hunt's lower back, forcing him to roll onto his back. Homicide then pulls both legs up and locks in a Boston Crab. Immediately, Hunt grips his head, trying to resist the pain that is shooting through his lower back.
Stanyer: Homicide is playing a very tactical game, working away on Hunt's lower back.
Dawg: That would be a very effective tactic against someone like Hunt, who relies on his outstanding technical ability.
Stanyer: Which would be heavily restricted if his back was injured.
Dawg: Indeed, you can have all the technique in the world, but you need to be able to get leverage to lift someone up in the air, and it ain't no coincidence that people with bad backs have trouble lifting things.
Stanyer: Hunt needs some of that "gWo inspiration" that you've been telling me about.
Dawg: It's simple, every member of the gWo has the ability to adapt, and find a way out of virtually any problem, that is their great skill.
Stanyer: I'd like to see Hunt "adapt" to being tossed around like a rag doll.
Dawg: Hunt is just letting Homicide have his way while he formulates a plan, and trust me, he is formulating a plan, his back may hurt like hell, but his brain works perfectly.
Stanyer: I guess Hunt forgot to formulate a plan before he came out here.
Dawg: Well be fair, this is his first ever one on one match with Homicide, at least that I can remember anyway, whatever plan he had obviously wasn't suitable, or he just hasn't had chance to implement it yet.
Stanyer: You're the expert on the gWo, I'll leave it to you.
Hunt lifts his stomach off the mat and begins to pull himself towards the ropes. It's still early in the contest and he can summon the reserves to make it to the ropes. Carlton Rock begins to give Homicide a 5 count, but he releases the hold before he can even say "One". Hunt uses the ropes to climb to his feet, but before he can stand, Homicide delivers a stiff forearm across his back. Hunt drops to his knees in pain. Homicide grips Hunt's head from behind and drags him to his feet in the Boston Massacre position (Reverse DDT Drop). Hunt manages to get a few rabbit punches to Homicide's kidneys and Homicide's grip loosens, Hunt manages to snap his head out and in the same motion twist Homicide into an arm wrench. For a short moment, it seems as if Hunt is moving quicker than the rest of the world. In this moment, Hunt boots Homicide in the gut and then plants him with a quick DDT. Hunt stays down with Homicide, in fact he rolls onto his gut and holds his back. After a short rest period, both men begin to climb to their feet, Hunt is still holding his back. Hunt moves quickly to score with a hard right hand. Homicide shakes it off and connects with a stiff right of his own. Hunt strikes out again with a hard right hand, but Homicide comes back with a strong knee to the gut. Homicide then whips Hunt to the ropes. He charges in to clothesline Hunt over the top rope, but Hunt surprises him by leaping onto the middle rope and diving off with a Flying Back Elbow. Homicide gets up holding his nose, which took the brunt of the blow. Hunt is getting up as well, but is still feeling pain in his back. The gWo man notices that Homicide is momentarily distracted with his nose, and moves in to scores with a series of hard right hands. Now Homicide's hands are no longer covering his face, we can see that there is a lot of blood coming from Homicide's nose, it is probably broken. Hunt hooks Homicide up and then delivers a Vertical Suplex, but then drops to one knee holding his back. Homicide begins to get back up. Hunt moves quickly to his feet and immediately drives his knee with great force into Homicide's ribs. As Homicide is there doubled over, Hunt delivers the Six Pack Revolver (FameAsser). Hunt snaps Homicide's leg back for the cover. ..1 .2 Homicide powers out. Homicide begins to stagger to his feet. Hunt starts to feel more like his old self and bashes Homicide with three stiff right hands. He then sends Homicide to the ropes and then comes off the ropes himself to level Homicide with a picture perfect Spinning Wheel Kick. Hunt quickly covers. 1 .2 .. Homicide kicks out. While Homicide begins to drag himself to his feet, Hunt is climbing to the top rope. Homicide suddenly springs to life and runs into the ropes, causing Hunt to lose his footing and crotch himself on the top rope. Homicide takes a moment to catch his breath, but then begins to climb up after Hunt. He sets him up for what looks like a Superplex, but we'll never know as Hunt counters with a cheap low blow. Carlton Rock sees it, but he doesn't seem to want to end a match of this importance with a DQ, instead he gives Hunt a heavy reprimand. Hunt ignores him and stands up and then flips over Homicide into a Sunset Flip Powerbomb, Hunt quickly puts his feet on the rope as soon as Carlton Rock begins the count. 1 2 ..
Dawg: 3!!!! Hunt wins!!!
Stanyer: No!!! It's not over yet, Carlton Rock hasn't counted Homicide down, he saw Hunt's feet on the ropes, and a good thing too!!
Dawg: O come on!!! He can't do that!!! Not over something so trivial!!
Stanyer: Rules are rules, you can't pin someone with your feet on the ropes, it's cheating!!!
Dawg: Skilled tactical wrestling is what I'd call it.
Stanyer: I know the old adage, it's only cheating if you get caught. Well, Hunt just got caught.
Dawg: There's always a next time, and another way.
Stanyer: You don't set a good example for the kids watching at home do you?
Dawg: Do I look like a kid person? No, well there you go.
You'd expect Hunt to be furious with Referee Carlton Rock, but he knows full well why he didn't count the fall, and concentrates on his opponent instead. Hunt drags Homicide to his feet, he is holding the back of his neck, the effects of the powerbomb. Homicide manages to stand up, only for Hunt to push him back into the corner. Hunt hits a couple of hard right hands, then he delivers a few gut kicks. Hunt is just softening up Homicide however. He pulls him out of the corner and whips him hard into the ropes. Hunt then smashes Homicide into the mat with the Down Syndrome (Tilt a Whirl Driver). Hunt bounces into a cover. ..1 ..2 Homicide kicks out. Hunt punches the mat in anger. He then mounts Homicide and pummels him with precision punches. Hunt then purposefully drags Homicide to his feet. He sets him up for the DownTime (Angle Slam), but Homicide manages to block it and lands behind Hunt. He then goes for a German Suplex, but Hunt counters with a Back Elbow and then twists around to the front of Homicide and delivers a visionary Release Northern Lights Suplex. Homicide seems to bounce up from the move and staggers around to face Hunt who comes off the ropes and takes Homicide down with a Front Neckbreaker. Hunt hooks the leg back. ..1 2 .. Homicide kicks out. Hunt picks Homicide up to his feet and then hits a couple of hard right hands, which leave Homicide momentarily stunned. Hunt comes off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Homicide ducks and grabs Hunt's arm and in one motion snaps it around to the back of Hunt. Homicide then grabs Hunt's free arm and then delivers the awesome Ethnic Cleanser (Tiger Suplex). Both men are left motionless on the canvas as Carlton Rock begins his mandatory 10 count.
Dawg: What happens if Rock gets to 10?
Stanyer: From what I understand of the rules, if the match is a draw, then both men are eliminated, that's the ruling I understand anyway.
Dawg: What about the final?
Stanyer: There isn't one, whoever wins Sabre v Davey K wins the tournament.
Dawg: So what happens if that's a draw?
Stanyer: Err . No idea what happens then.
Dawg: Good thing it's never happened then eh?
Stanyer: Indeed, in fact, I don't think there has ever been a draw in the LMS tournament, not to my knowledge, a good thing if you ask me.
Dawg: Helps that the referee's are extremely lenient during these types of matches.
Stanyer: A good thing, the fans want to see a clear winner, none of this DQ nonsense.
Carlton Rock's count is on 8, but both men are near to their feet, so he stops the count. Hunt swings with a big right hand, but Homicide blocks it and then levels Hunt with a viscous Haymaker. Fueled by anger, Hunt gets quickly to his feet. But Homicide is ready for him and nails him with a volley of fast right hands. He then sends Hunt into the ropes before he nails a stiff Big Boot. Hunt quickly staggers to his feet where Homicide lifts him up into a Military Press. This time there is no faking as he does deliver Intentional Homicide (Body Press Front Slam). Hunt immediately rolls over, the move almost instantly reminding his body of his weakened back. Homicide has regained some of his composure and pulls Hunt back up to his feet. He delivers two forearms to Hunt's back, which cause him to wince in pain. Homicide then locks Hunt in an Abdominal Stretch. Hunt is clearly in a lot of pain, but he summons up his last ounce of strength to hiptoss Homicide and break out of the submission hold. Hunt staggers around holding his back. Homicide is quick to his feet and he grabs Hunt, but the gWo man quickly counters with a Palm Strike direct to Homicide's nose. The Boston Massacre steps back holding his nose in pain. This momentary lapse in concentration allows Hunt to deliver a viscous knee strike to Homicide's face. If Homicide's nose wasn't broken yet, it was now. Homicide begins to pull himself up to his feet, but Hunt is waiting and he plants Homicide with the DownTime (Angle Slam). Hunt then pulls Homicide towards the corner and signals for an end. He climbs up to the top rope and then he goes for a Shooting Star Press, but Homicide rolls out of the way and Hunt finds nothing but canvas. Homicide pulls himself up, as does Hunt. Homicide scoops Hunt up and then deliver a Rib Breaker, but holds onto Hunt to deliver a 2nd Rib Breaker. As Hunt holds his injured back, for the 2nd time in the match, Homicide rolls Hunt into the Boston Crab. Hunt grips his head in pain, but then begins to move towards the ropes. He stretches out for the bottom rope, but then Homicide pulls both of then back into the middle of the ring. Hunt slumps down on the mat, he pushes himself up to try again, but then slumps back down and taps out. Carlton Rock rings the bell.
Stanyer: It's over!!! Unbelievable!!!
Dawg: I don't believe it!! He tapped out, that's impossible, he would never do such a thing.
Stanyer: Well, welcome to the new era, Hunt just tapped out, and Homicide is our first Last Man Standing finalist.
Dawg: This isn't going to make Hunt to happy, he won't be happy about tapping out, not in the slightest. He is going to be seriously pissed off in fact.
Stanyer: He'll be even more pissed off if Homicide goes on to win.
Dawg: I don't even want to contemplate such a thing, thankfully the gWo still have one member left in this tournament.
Stanyer: Sabre v Davey K is coming up next.
Cameras cut to the backstage area as Sabre warms up next to Johnny Mayhem. Johnny acknowledges the camera as the crowd boos away at the most hated man in PWF history...
Mayhem: 'Sabre, tonight you...'
Sabre: 'Last Man Standing, a title all PWF superstars strive for. Right now, last years winner General Leo gets an extra ten percent added to his dole payment when he mentions he was crowned Last Man Standing. Not only that but this year... the winner faces the PWF World champ at Baloolapalooza 3. Is that all the excitment you can take for a single event? Have you reached boiling point yet folks? Well hold onto your pants folks... none other than the PWF's fighting champion... The Man... THE SABRE is two matches away, repeat TWO MATCHES AWAY from being your Last Man Standing!'
Sabre stands there taking in the sea of negativity coming from the audience as Johnny Mayhem merely holds the mic up, giving up on asking Sabre any questions...
Sabre: 'Think about it. It couldn't be rewarded to a more derserving individual. Since the PWF's inception yours truly has been under the boot heel of many superstars who've decided to take their ball and go home. Yet, there has always been a constant in the PWF... Sabre. It doesn't matter what goes down in this federation, chances are it won't happen without my approval. I've gone from the most valuable player in the game to most POWERFUL and after tonight... the rewards will come rolling in!'
Mayhem: 'So you're powerful as well as valuable?'
Sabre: '..........'
Mayhem: '..........'
Sabre stares a hole into Johnny's skull before flying off the handle at him.
Sabre: 'I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, Johnny. Being in the Green World Order gives you certain... perks of the industry. Not only that, but the fact that I can get away with whatever I want basically puts me in the drivers seat for the FIRST TIME EVER. My reign as king of the PWF starts tonight with the Last Man Standing. It continues when I claim my title at BP3 and then I clinch the deal when I win the Rumble in the Bronx!'
The crowd boos loudly as Sabre lifts his arms in mock victory. He spins around until finally settling down to Earth, a sombre look on his face...
Sabre: 'But as usual the king can't just walk up and take his crown, heaven forbid. No, The Man must first knock some pawns out of the way. First to try and steal my thunder is the 'superstar' Davey K. All I have to say to the squeezer is this... mate... don't think that fluke win over me at last weeks Havoc meant anything because TONIGHT I am pumped up and more than ready to dish out the pain! You might think you're a superstar walking around with the likes of 'Masta P' and 'P Diddy' and 'MC Hammer' but when you're in the ring with Sabre, there's only one guy there that have the fans chanting 'superstar' and it sure as heck ain't you.'
Sabre pricks his ears up to hear the fans, but naturally they're chanting 'a**hole' rather than 'superstar'. Sabre doesn't seem to care, though, as he swipes the mic from Johnny Mayhem...
Sabre: 'Ladies and gentlemen, you can talk about the big, bad, Green World Order taking on the PWF roster... you can talk about the huge World title match against Matt Van Dam and Gambino. Heck, you can even talk about Sandstorm's bitch tits but the bottom line is after tonight Sabre will be on top of the mountain and the entire roster will need to watch the reruns and learn some ability because it's going to take MUCH MORE than anyone can offer right now to knock me off. Why? Because lets face it. I'm Waaaaaay too good.'
Sabre smirks at the camera berfore walking away...
Stanyer: You ever think that Sabre is just a little TOO confident at times?
Dawg: Nahh
Davey K is just leaving his locker room and is confronted by Ted Teddison who is stood with a microphone in his hand
Davey K: Ted?
Tedison: Davey..
Davey K: What are you doing outside my locker room? Chilling? Waiting for biatches? Catching a cold? Come on...cat got your tongue?
Tedison: I was hoping to get your thoughts on tonights LMS Tournament?
Davey K: Well I think that Solo will lose as he is a bitch, Jagged will bore us as he is a dull man, I think...
Tedison: I was thinking more specifically about your match
Davey K: Well why didnt you say that Ted, do you even know what a Last Man Standing tournament involves.
Tedison: Well yeah, I work for the PWF.
Davey K: The guy that takes away the sweaty towels works for the PWF, Ken Kido worked for the PWF, it doesnt guarantee you have a brain. It wouldnt surprise me if you thought the Last Man Standing Tournament was a tournament to see who could stand the longest.
Suddenly a look of confusion dawns on Davey's face and he gets a book from his pocket labelled "Rules of PWF"
Davey K: Hang on a minute Ted, right let me see. Yeah, ok....yeah, rite....erm.....oh I see....cool Im entitled to a Wild Boar at Christmas....ok yeah, hmmm how odd, Ooh 5 maidens of dubious virtue, how interesting...ok, rite....aahh! Here it is Last Man Standing Tournament, right, yeah........ Just like I thought, Last Man Standing ISNT a tournament to see who can stand the longest, now who looks stupid?
Tedison: I never claimed that, that was what the tournament was all about? Speaking of stupid, have you always kept a copy of the PWF Rules in your...pants?
Davey K: Not always, but that does explain my curious strutt of late.
Tedison: Anyway Davey, tonight, you face Sabre, who has to be one of the favourites to win the tournament.
Davey K: Of course he is a favourite, Ted, all the people that are in the Semi-Finals have to be considered favourites. Jeeesus Ted, you need to wise up
Tedison: Does bullying and patronising me make you feel good?
Davey K: Yes Ted, yes it does
Tedison: Can we talk about Sabre?
Davey K: Id rather talk about me. But yeah, lets talk about Sabre, why not. Sabre, he used to be in the Thundercats.
Tedison: Thundercats?
Davey K: Yes, Lion-o, Tigra, Cheetara, Snarf, Mum-ra... you know the freakin Thundercats! Anyway, at Havoc I gave Sabre a taste of what is coming. Did you see when I slammed his face into the canvas, Superstar Slam Baby! Oh he was lying there crying like a little girl.
Tedison: Sabre is quite a wrestler. Do you think you can overcome him in a singles match?
Davey K: One-on-One will just give me even more chance to beat his ass down. The world needs to see that Im not just here to be a Sex-Icon to millions upon millions of ladies, and Im not just here to give some light hearted relief after a Jason Hunt 55 minute interview. Im here to be the Superstar of the PWF, and tonight the Era of Davey K will begin. Now Ted, I know what your thinking...are the people ready for such an era? Probably not, as eras go, this one will be unusual. But I can guarantee it will have the fans on their feet, and after I show the world that Sabre is nothing more than a little whingy ho, I will then cruise into the final, win that, then go to Baloola Palooza, win that, and then behold, King of The World. Simple really?
Tedison: Yeah.....simple.
Davey K: What you say about my mommmmmma?
Tedison: Oh god, here he goes.
Davey K: Easy Ted, just joking around.
Tedison: Davey, have you seen the comments that Sabre has directed towards you.
Davey K: Indeed I have Ted. MC Hammer? What is this guy talking about. I dont think Im cool Sabre, I know I am, and how? Because people tell me. Now when I have dissposed of you like I did on Havoc, im ready for the next ones. Hunt....well we all know that he is the "King of Swing", sorry I meant the "The King of Jackassville", he may have got one over on the Superstar in the past, but this is now and he wont get in my way again. Then there is Homicide, who I have no opinion of.
Tedison: No opinion at all?
Davey K: Nope
Tedison: Not a slight snide comment
Davey K: Ok, ok, Homicide, you run around claiming this and that, but come to think of it Ive had scarier shits than you. Will that do you Ted?
Tedison: Yeah, thatll do.
Davey K: So I hope you have your ticket Ted, make sure you in the front row so you can see the moment that I have been waiting for and the moment the whole damn PWF has been expecting, and thats Davey to be crowned the Mack Daddy of the Last Man Standing tournament.
Tedison: Mack Daddy?
Davey K: You heard me baby.
Davey mouths the words - "Mack Daddy" to the camera and points to himself and then walks away as the scene fades out
Stanyer: I hear Ted, Masta P and Davey are going on tour soon.
Dawg: They're doing what?
Stanyer: They're going on tour, you know a comedy tour? Oh forget it, the joke was wasted on you.
Dawg: Probably because it wasn't funny.
Stanyer: We'll go to the next match, to see who will face Homicide in the LMS final.
"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 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.
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 numberplate 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 confidentally 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 slik 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 ..
James: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 266lbs, "SUPERSTAR" DAVEY K
Report: Before Davey K can even step through the ropes, Sabre jumps him and clubs him across the back. He then delivers a couple of quick right hands and pushes Davey through the ropes to the floor. Sabre then runs off the opposite ropes and proceeds to dives over the top with a Diving Plancha. Sabre rolls through to his feet and then takes a deep breath and holds his arms out as if this was nothing more than a chore. Davey staggers to his feet and Sabre casually rolls him into the ring. Sabre climbs to the apron and then slingshots himself over the top rope, not to attack Davey, but just to show off the fact that he can do it. Davey is starting to get up, but Sabre gives him a swift kick in the face to put him back down. Davey again begins to get up, but once again Sabre kicks him clean in the face. Sabre squats down, looking Davey in the face as he is trying to get to his feet. Sabre then goes for another kick to the face, but Davey moves quickly and catches Sabre's foot, Sabre isn't expecting it and a quick pull from Davey sees Sabre landing on his backside. Davey can now get to his feet and waits for Sabre, whos gets up quickly. Davey rattles Sabre with a hard right hand. Stunned, Sabre lashes out at Davey, but his punch is easily blocked and Davey levels Sabre with a haymaker. Sabre gets back up, rubbing his chin and then shaking his head. Davey moves in and hits a couple of right hands before he whips Sabre hard into the ropes. He carefully scoops Sabre up and then plants him with a Backbreaker. Davey quickly drops a Hard Elbow drop and then he grips Sabre's leg as he goes for the cover. .1 2 . Sabre kicks out without too much trouble. Davey pulls Sabre up to his feet, he'd use his hair, but Sabre doesn't have enough to grab hold of.Davey pushes Sabre back into the corner and then he begins to drill him with hard kicks to the gut. Sabre is pushed deep down into the corner thanks to Davey's hard kicks. The Superstar then uses his knee to crush Sabre's head into the turnbuckle pad. Davey seems to be enjoying dishing out the punishment. Davey pulls Sabre up to his feet and then whips him hard into the opposite corner. Davey charges in, but Sabre quickly lifts himself up in the turnbuckle and then sunset flips Davey as soon as he runs into the corner. .1 2 . Davey powers out. Both men quickly get to their feet. Davey swings with a heavy right hand, but Sabre ducks it and then scores with three rapid fire forearms. Stunned, Davey counters with a knee to the gut to give himself some breathing space. Sabre is left doubled up for a moment, as soon as he stands up straight, Davey goes for a Haymaker, but Sabre ducks it and then connects with a Low Spinning Back Kick. Now it is Davey's turn to be left doubled over. Sabre quickly bounces off the ropes and then he flips over Davey, hooking him under the chin as he does so. He lands and snaps Davey back into an awesome Neckbreaker. Davey rolls around holding the back of his neck. Sabre casually hooks the leg for a cover. ..1 2 . Davey just gets his shoulder up.
Stanyer: Amazing move from Sabre, I've never seen a move like that before in my life!!
Dawg: Well that's because you've not been watching enough of Sabre's matches. That's just standard stuff for him. I'm surprised he didn't throw in a cartwheel before the flip, guess he wanted to conserve some energy for the final.
Stanyer: Conserve some energy for the final? Your talking as if he is guaranteed to make the final? This match has only just started!!
Dawg: I knew before the match had even begun that Sabre would win, because he is Sabre, and it is his destiny to win this tournament.
Stanyer: We'll see about destiny.
Sabre climbs to his feet, he seems to have relaxed now, and is taking things very easily. He pulls Davey up to his feet and then tries to shatter his ribcage with a couple of awesome knife edge chops. Sabre blows on his hand to "cool it down". Sabre then does "eni meeni miny mo" on various body parts of Davey K. He finishes on Davey's chest and then drills him smack on the breastbone with a violent fury punch. Davey collapses to his knees while gripping his chest. Sabre hooks Davey's head as he pulls him to his feet and then delivers a perfect Snap Suplex before floating over into a cover. ..1 ..2 .. Davey shoots his left shoulder off the canvas. Sabre calmly gets to his feet and then he begins to the climb the turnbuckle. Once on top he signals to Davey to get to his feet, which he is already doing. Sabre then sails through the air and levels Davey with a picture perfect Spinning Wheel Kick. Sabre rolls through to his feet and then spends a few moments posing to his adoring fans, everyone boos Sabre, but he thanks them as if they were cheering for him. Meanwhile, Davey is beginning to get to his feet. Sabre rolls his eyes as if having to put Davey down was nothing more than a simple chore. Sabre grabs Davey from behind and hits a couple of forearms to the back of his head and then plants him with a quick Diving Reverse DDT. Sabre then hooks the leg back and appears to yawn. ..1 .2 .. Davey kicks out. Sabre arrogantly shakes his head and slowly gets to his feet. Sabre grabs Davey and throws him throat first into the middle rope. Sabre then sits on Davey's back and folds his arms. Referee for the contest, Morgan Black, shouts at Sabre and gives him a 5 count for choking. Sabre stands up and begins to remonstrate, he then suddenly points towards the entrance to distract the referee, so he can turn back to Davey and this time pull the rope up to choke him. Morgan Black quickly turns back to face Sabre, who quickly lets go and stands up with his hands behind his back, trying to make himself look innocent. Unfortunately for Sabre, the ref saw what he was doing and now stands in the way of Sabre, so he can pull Davey off the ropes. Sabre protests to the crowd, but they couldn't care less about him. Davey begins to get to his feet, and a chant of "Davey" rings around the arena. Sabre ignores them and lifts Davey onto his shoulders before dumping him on the top turnbuckle. Sabre then paces around before taking a run-up and jumping up onto the top rope, then using that as a springboard to hooks Davey around the head and deliver the Sabrecanranna. As Sabre sits up while on his knees, he holds both hands out to the crowd and then stands up. They simply boo him. As if to do nothing more than rile the crowd up, Sabre simply places his foot on Davey for the Cocky Pin. .1 ..2 . Davey gets his shoulder up. Sabre feigns shock, pretending that Davey should never have survived that pinfall. Suddenly he breaks out of it and comes off the ropes and delivers a low two-footed dropkick to Davey's head. Sabre pulls Davey up to his feet, he then takes a step back before levelling Davey with a Spinning Heel Kick. Sabre then signals for the 450 Splash, which results in a loud chorus of boos from the crowd. Sabre leaps to the top rope and then he goes for the 450 Splash, but at the last possible moment, Davey rolls out of the way, and Sabre crashes into the canvas. The crowd go absolutely crazy and a loud chant of "Davey, Davey" rings around the arena.
Stanyer: If Sabre Air is the only way to fly, I'm driving next time I go on holiday.
Dawg: Since when do you get holidays?
Stanyer: On very rare occassions, that's when.
Dawg: Anyway, Sabre Air doesn't crash land very often, don't worry, it will find a safe landing sooner rather than later, namely when Sabre crushes Davey K to win this match.
Stanyer: Your attitude reminds me so much of the Hunt v Homicide match, wait a minute, what happened in that match? Weren't you, ummm . WRONG.
Dawg: You, shut up, I don't want to listen to you anymore.
Both men slowly begin to get to their feet, Davey struggling to his feet, Sabre staggers up quickly, but is dizzy. Sabre recovers first and scores with a hard right hand, but Davey quickly responds with a hard right hand of his own. There is a short exchange of right hands which is quickly broken when Davey suddenly levels Sabre with a Fury Punch. The adrenalin begins to surge through Davey as he readies himself for when Sabre gets to his feet. Sabre stands up and is met by a volley of right hands so fast, he barely has time to take one before the next is on it's way. Davey then sends Sabre to the ropes and nearly takes his head off with the Kashikaze (Clothesline from Hell). Davey makes a cover. ..1 ..2 . Sabre just gets his shoulder up. Perhaps Davey should have hooked the leg. Sabre starts to get to his feet. Davey is up first and summons Sabre up. He then boots him it the gut and then gut-wrenches him into a Powerbomb. He then bounces off the ropes and hits a Leg Drop before going for a cover, this time hooking the leg. .1 2 .. Sabre shoots his right shoulder up. Davey mounts Sabre and then batters his face with left and right hands, trying to bust Sabre up. He then pulls him to his feet and then kicks him in the gut. He then lifts Sabre up for a Suplex and then lets him hang in the air. Davey is weakened from the punishment though, and he doesn't let Sabre hang long before bringing him crashing down onto the canvas. Davey comes off the ropes again and hits a dangerous Flying Knee Drop. Davey then aggressively hooks the leg back. .1 .2 Sabre kicks out. Davey climbs to his feet and then signals to the crowd to get behind him. They give him a fantastic response and begin chanting "Davey, Davey", not for the first time tonight either. Sabre staggers to his feet and turns away from Davey, who charges in and hits the K Factor (Running Bulldog). Davey stands over Sabre and raises his arms to the crowd. He then begins to pull Sabre up, but suddenly the gWo man counters with a Small Package, even Morgan Black is caught by surprise and is slow to start the count. .1 ..2 .. Davey kicks out. Both men get to their feet where Davey scores with a boot to the gut and then hits the Pimpin' Bomb (Evenflow DDT). Davey then covers. .1 ..2 . Sabre kicks out. Davey pulls Sabre up to his feet and then signals for the end and boots Sabre in the gut. He sets him up for the Superstar Slam (Pedigree), but suddenly Sabre counters with a Back Body Drop. Davey is quick to his feet, but a little stunned. Sabre quickly rolls up Davey, looking for the Sabre's Edge (Rios Driver), but Davey counters and crushes Sabre with an awesome Powerbomb. Davey pulls Sabre up to his feet and then lifts him over his shoulder before dumping him on the top turnbuckle. Davey then climbs up and is about to hook Sabre up for something when Sabre suddenly counters with an illegal Eye Poke. Momentarily blinded, Davey wails his arms about, Sabre simply pushes him off and then quickly stands up straight. Sabre goes for and connects with the 450 Splash. Morgan Black makes the count. 1 2 .3!!!!!
Dawg: YES!!!!! Sabre has done it!!!
Stanyer: An eye poke, a cheap eye poke, can you get any lower?
Dawg: Most probably, yes, but it doesn't matter how it is done, but rather THAT it has been done. The PWF has been saved, there is a gWo man in the LMS Final. And he is going to win the LMS Final, because Sabre is the best, I know it, you know it, the world knows it. But only a few of us are willing to accept it.
Stanyer: I am one of those who is not willing to accept it, and I hope to god Homicide kicks Sabre's ass in the LMS final, because I do NOT want to listen to you championing Sabre for the next god knows how long.
Dawg: After this show, I'm going to talk to the boss about getting MVD on commentary, I'm tired of you.
Stanyer: Well, I will say congratulations to Davey for putting up a tremendous fight and giving us yet another top quality match. Because I know for a fact you won't.
Dawg: Davey K? Is he still here? Get him out of the arena, let Sabre bask in the glory he deserves.
Stanyer: If your putting in for MVD on commentary, I'm requesting for you to be switched with Theros. After all, anyone is better than you on colour.
The Cameras go to PWF's current Hardcore Tag Champs Canadian Kaos's locker room, Hanibal is looking in a mirror flexing a bit as he smiles, Grimm is finishing tying up his boots and is begining to tape his hands, one hand has red tape and the other white, Suddenly the door opens and Haylee walks in wearing a reviling outfit which is made to look like the Canadian Flag, she moves over and sits down beside Grimm
Grimm:Hey Baby, nice attire it brings out your Canadianism
Haylee: Thought you'd like it
Hanibal:Yes it's very nice
Grimm:Hey Canadian Kimosobe' you ready to put GoW where they belong?
Hanibal:Yea in a bloody heap on their american asses!
Grimm:True Dat..but one thing that pisses me off is that American S.o.B Jason Stayner!
Haylee:Why what's wrong with Jason?
Grimm:His comments about how we try and copy the first Glass Match, pff everyone knows we topped them at KOTDM by far no matter what that dam American thinks
Hanibal:Yea and now we will top it once again when he kick the living hell out of the Gods of War in America for that matter, and when we drape the greatest flag
Grimm:The Canadian Flag!
Hanibal:Oh Testify!!! when we drape it over those putrid smelly odouris bastards and win to keep our titles everyone will know that Canadian Kaos is by far the greatest tag team in PWF....yesterday...today...and tommorow!
Grimm:And that's not a bad thing...it's a Canadian Thing
Grimm finishes taping his hands then stretches a bit
Grimm: And they will pay for all those things they've been saying about Haylee...she's a one man woman she doesn't lounge about like the GoW's mothers
Hanibal:Oh yea Alexander's mom needs to get paid
Grimm:Dude that's disguesting! you slept with an american whore
Hanibal:No no I got he to clean my floor in my Canadian house...but she did a bad job...no question why she's American!
Haylee:Yes...Am I coming down to ringside with you?
Grimm:Baby it's up to you, it would be safer to have you stay in the back but if you want to come down to the ring then that's fine with me..hey Hanibal toss me a soda?
Hanibal:Sure..Soda's Rule!!
Hanibal tosses Grimm a soda as the camera fades out
The Gods of War are in their locker room, preparing for their Best of 10 Glass Pane Flag match with Canadian Kaos. Alexander is lacing up his boots and Kull is doing some warm up push ups. Alexander finishes lacing his boots and starts to stretch his arms.
Alexander: Game time Kull, time to put up or shut up.
Kull: God Damn right.
Alexander: 5 panes of glass, and then we have to descrate our great Symbol of freedom, by draping it over two piles of Canadian Shit.
Kull: We just have to remember it's for the greater good of all. Putting those two Canadian Ass Monkeys through Glass is gonna be fun though.
Alexander: for the last 3 months we've heard nothing but, how great the waste of space to the north is and it is God Damn annoying. We're finally getting a chance to shut them up, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna waste that opportunity.
Kull: Haylee might be down at ringside...
Alexander: If she's down there then I'm gonna through he Canadian Bacon whore ass through a pane of glass to.
Kull: Good Times, you think Grimm has recovered from his trip to the County Lock up?
Alexander: HAHA, recovered from what, anything that happened to him in there, hasn't already happened to him 10 fold as a free man.
Kull: You know Grimm needs to get out of the denial stage he's in and realize, once a hooker always a hooker and that old habits die hard, thus the jealously between Hanibal and Haylee.
Alexander continues his warm up with some push ups of his own. Kull has now grabbed a bottle of water and takinga few sips. Alexander finishes and stands up.
Alexander: We're up soon, we'd better head towards the ring.
Kull: to quote a great song..... "It's Time to play the game...."
The dynamic duo walks out the door, both men grab an American Flag, and Alexander picks up a second Flag, which is an upside down Canadian Flag with GoW spray painted in Black on it. The scene ends as the door swings shut.
Stanyer: Well it's time to settle perhaps the most competitive feud that there has been over the past month. Gods of War v Canadian Kaos, or USA v Canada.
Dawg: It might not be settled tonight you know, I doubt either team will let this drop after just one match, especially a match like this.
Stanyer: This is a rather strange match, from the mind of Hanibal so we're told. A Best of 10 Glass Pane Flag Match. Got that? Well you have to put your opponent through FIVE panes of glass and THEN collect your countries flag from the flag pole. To win you have to drape it over your opponents body - the ultimate humiliation.
Dawg: Great, more glass. Didn't anyone learn from last month? We had a glass shower last month, and these people want more? Ah well, no accounting for taste I suppose.
Credit: Grimm
"The sound of Glass Shattering is heard as Red and White Pyros burst from the stage and "Pollution" by Limp Bizkit" hits.. More Pyros explode while a red mist slithers it way through the arena. The crowd boos as Grimm and Hanibal appear on stage. Hanibal falls to one knee and Grimm raises his arm. They make their way to the ring and ascend opposite turnbuckles. The lights turn on as Grimm hops down from the turnbuckle.
James: Introducing from Canada, at a combined weight of 467lbs, Grimm and Hanibal, CANADIAN KAOS.
The arena darkens as the gong to signify the start "Wherever I may Roam" By Metallica is heard. The opening to the music plays through, then as the powerful drum beat kicks in, Fire Explodes from the stage. Through the fire walks Alexander and Kull. They look to the crowd and the crowd cheers them. They March to the ring and Kull climbs the turnbuckle and raises his sword.
James: Introducing from Raleigh, North Carolina in the USA at a combined weight of 513lbs, Alexander and Kull, The GODS OF WAR
Report: The flags are positioned on the turnbuckle tops, as the teams get ready for the bell. The bell rings and the GoW sprint in, Alexander nails Grimm with a stiff lariat as Kull dropkicks Hanibal right in the face sending him up and out of the ring. The crowd erupts into a USA chant as the GoW slide out of the ring to meet Canadian Kaos. Alexander lifts up Grimm but Grimm slides around the back and nails a neckbreaker as Hanibal sends Kull into the ring apron. Grimm tells Hanibal to do something as he grabs the first pane of glass. Grimm sets the pane across the apron and the barricade, Hanibal in the mean time has gotten a ladder and has it set up. Grimm lifts up Alexander as Hanibal climbs the ladder, Alexander reverses Grimm sending him into a rising Kull who nails him with a spinning wheel kick right to the face. Alexander climbs the opposite side of the ladder as Hanibal reaches the top, Hanibal notices the on coming opponent. As Alexander gets to the top of the ladder he is met by a right hand, Hanibal throws another punch but Alexander blocks it and flips over Hanibal grabbing him by the neck sending the Larger Then Life Superstar down through the pane of glass with a neckbreaker. (GOW 1/CK 0)
Stanyer: Holy Shit! That was incredible! The first minutes of this contest and there's already a pane of glass broken!
Dawg: Alexander really plastered Hanibal with that move!
In the ring Grimm and Kull are trading right hands, Kull swings high but Grimm goes low and spear him into the corner. Grimm lifts up Kull on the turnbuckle and climbs up as well. Suddenly Alexander slides in slowly and gives Grimm a lowblow before he lifts him up on his shoulders, Kull gets up on the top rope and dives off at Grimm nailing him with a front flip splash sending all three men to the mat. Alexander gets to his feet slowly and signals for a glass pane, he slides out of the ring and grabs a pane and slides back in before he sets it up between 2 chairs that Kull grabbed. Kull sends Grimm off the ropes and it appears the GoW will hit a 3D type move but Hanibal pulls Alexander out of the ring as Grimm reaches Kull who's head is down, Grimm stops mid motion and sets up Kull between his legs then he lifts him up and slams him through the pane of glass with a none pinning Tiger Driver. (GoW 1/ CK 1)
Stanyer: It's 1 a piece now and it appears this might steal the show!
Dawg: Hey! MVD still needs to fight so just wait!
Grimm slides out of the ring as Hanibal sends Alexander into the turnbuckle pole, Alexander ricochets back and gets a double side kick by the Tag Champs sending him down to the ground. Grimm lifts up Alexander and hits a kick to the gut and then a scissor kick to the back of the head putting the GoW down and out. Hanibal has slide back into the ring at this point and time and is beating down Kull with right hands. Hanibal grabs Kull and throws him out of the ring sending him on top of Alexander. Grimm lifts up Alexander from the rubble of GoW and attempts to send him in the guardrail but at the last second Alexander turns, kicks, and plants Grimm into the metal walkway with a ddt. Hanibal turns to help Grimm but is too late as he receives a Yakuza Kick right in the chin from Alexander that sends him into the crowd. Alexander helps Kull up and then signals for something at the stage area, 2 guys push out a contraption that looks somewhat like a huge swinging apparatus and then give the GoW the thumbs up. The GoW lift up CK and bring them up to the stage area where the swing type thing is, Alexander grabs 2 panes of glass which are also on the stage and put them on top of 2 tables that Kull had set up. Kull lifts up Hanibal and puts him on top of one of the tables and then nails Grimm with the Conqueror. The GoW gets on the machine and start to swing back and forth, they get the machine up so high it almost swings in a complete circle, before it does Kull springs off it and lands on the top of the Titantron. The crowd goes nuts as Kull signals for some kind of crazy move. Before Kull jumps Grimm gets to his feet and jumps on the back of the machine pushing in and out making the machine higher and higher, Just as it gets to the top of the Circular turn Grimm moves up and kicks Alexander off sending him flying through the glass pane table. The crowd screams out as Grimm flips up on the Titantron and grabs Kull, Kull reverses the grabs with an elbow and then hip throws Grimm off the tron, the crowd goes crazy as Grimm crashes down through Hanibal and through the pane. (GoW 2/ CK 2)
Stanyer: Oh! My! God!!!! They have to be dead! And they still have to at least throw their opponents through 3 more tables! And grab their flag!
Dawg: This is a total blood shedder! And I love it!
Kull climbs down the tron slowly and hops down and checks on Alexander who is sort of moving. Kull helps his tag partner up and then goes over and lifts up Grimm throwing him off the stage down to the floor before grabbing Hanibal. Kull tells Alexander something and Alexander nods before jumping down from the stage and begins to set something up, Kull takes Hanibal down with a lariat and mounts him trash talking him as he taunts him, Kull raises his arms to the crowd and a USA chant circulates once again. Alexander hops up on the stage again and tells Kull that what ever he wanted was ready. Kull nods and brings Hanibal over to the edge of the stage where Alexander was, the camera looks down to show 2 tables, 1 on top of the other with a pane of glass on top of each is set up. Kull throws Hanibal down as Alexander hops down, Alexander sets Hanibal up on the top table as Kull begins to swing on the machine again, Kull gets going really high as the crowd begins a Kull chant. Kull gets to the top of the machine and as it gets to the highest point he jumps off and 450 Shooting Star Presses Hanibal right through both tables. (GoW 4/ CK 2)
Stanyer: They Are Dead! They are for sure dead!
Dawg: That was incredible! Hands down to Kull for that amazing move!
The crowd erupts in a Holy Shit chant, as neither man is moving. Alexander raises his arms in the air and climbs back on the Stage area only to be hits from behind by Grimm and grabbed around the head, Grimm runs and dives off the stage on the opposite side still holding Alexander by the head. Alexander lands through 2 more panes of glass as Grimm clears it landing on the cement floor. (GoW 4/ CK 4)
Dawg: I think Grimm is more hurt with that one landing on the cement
Stanyer: This for sure will go down in history as one of the greatest matches ever!
Grimm stands up and lifts up Alexander, Grimm grabs Alexander by the hair and brings him to the ring but is obviously in pain as he is limping on his right leg. Grimm rolls Alexander into the ring and grabs a pane of glass bringing it into the ring as well. Grimm stomps Alexander a few times before he sets the pane of glass up on the 2 chairs from before. Grimm turns to lift up Alexander but gets a lowblow and then a hard right hand sending him to the mat. Alexander stands up and signals for the Fall of Rome, Suddenly Haylee runs down from the stage and climbs up on the apron as Alexander lifts up Grimm, Haylee turns around and lifts up her skirt a bit showing her pink leopard skin panties. Alexander taken by this site drops Grimm and moves over to grab Haylee, Grimm stands up and grabs Alexander from behind the back of the head and drops him with the Fear Factor right through the 5th Pane of glass. (GoW 4/ CK 5)
Stanyer: That's 5! All Grimm needs to do is get the flag and drape it over Alexander!
Dawg: Show us Haylee again!
Grimm gets up and moves over to his flag corner and grabs the prized Canadian Flag, he hops down and drapes the flag over Alexander to end the match. Grimm pulls the ropes down letting Haylee in before they kiss and raises their hands in the air, Grimm drops to the floor holding his head, which is bleeding profusely.
Stanyer: This is a sad day for American, where we have to watch the Canadian Flag being draped over two defeated American's.
Dawg: That's what American pride gets ya, defeat, and nothing else.
Stanyer: You're an American, just like me, how can you be so happy about this?
Dawg: I told you, I'm Canadian.
Stanyer: Your about as Canadian as Clint Eastwood. You go cheer on the people who hate this country, while I will continue to faithfully support my own country.
Dawg: You do that.
The Perfect Outlaw is backstage, pacing back and forth in the parking lot, as if waiting for something or someone. Ted Tedison finds The Perfect Outlaw and races over to him to get a few words
Tedison: Perfect Outlaw, Perfect Outlaw!! A few words before your huge triple-threat title match tonight for the European Title against Inmate and Austin Cain?
The Perfect Outlaw looks at Ted as if he is crazy, and then looks up and down, sizing him up
The Perfect Outlaw: Who in the hell are you?
Tedison: Well...I'm Te...
The Perfect Outlaw interrupts...
The Perfect Outlaw: Wait! Forget I asked, I dont really care anymore. And I have few words before my match tonight...it's gonna be a perfect ass-kicking. The only shiny accessory that Inmate is going to be wearing is a nice huge shiner over his left eye after tonight's title match. And Austin Cain...well...let's just say his last name pretty much sums up exactly what he's going to be spending part of his salary on after the match.
Tedison: Can I ask exactly what you're doing out here?
TPO quickly looks at Tedison in a disturbing stare
The Perfect Outlaw: I'm waiting for the pretty wrestling fairy to come and give me her blessing...what in the hell do you think I'm doing?!?! I'm waiting for Inmate to get his ass in this building so I can give him a piece of my mind before the match.
The Perfect Outlaw looks towards the entrance to the parking lot ramp as a limo enters the parking lot. TPO races towards the limo as it halts to a stop, and quickly pulls the door open. Instead of Inmate, Austin Cain steps out of the limo. Austin Cain and The Perfect Outlaw stare into eachother's eyes for a minute
The Perfect Outlaw: Well, I wasn't waiting for you, but you'll do for now. And if you see Inmate around, you can surely give him the message that I'm not going anywhere until that European title is around my waist, and you know that goes for you too. And if I were you, I'd join my operation to perfect the federation before you get crippled, you got it? I'll give you that option tonight, and if you don't...I'm going to cripple both of you. Pass the message to Inmate if you see him, I'm presenting the offer to both of you. Either join me and we'll dominate this federation, or don't and you'll simply dominate the ICU of the damn hospital...got it?
The Perfect Outlaw stares once more into Austin Cain's eyes, and backs off and back into the arena
The camera cuts to the parking lot where Ted Tedison, Anthony Frost and Johnny Mayhem are all standing as if waiting to catch the different wrestlers as they arrive. Then Inmate's trademark black hummer with the skull and crossbones on the hood and doors roars in he parks it very recklessly. He gets out grabs his duffel bag with his gear. All three interviewers see him and try to sneak away but Inmate catches Tedison by the collar and he screams like a little girl
Tedison: Please don't hurt Me????
Inmate: SHUTUP!
Tedison: yes sir.
Inmate: After a little nudging Pellington finally gave me the match I've wanted for a goddamn MONTH! Outlaw, Your losing the match, and your losing your secret identity. YOUR GOING TO DIE! Austin Cain, I've beaten you more times than I've fought Silas Parish. So why Pellington continually forces me to kick your ass, I have no Idea, but I've done it before and I'll do it again. Now get out of my way Tedison!
Tedison sprints away from Inmate, who still has him by the shirt collar, Inmate tosses Tedison against the wall effortlessly.
Stanyer: One day, the PWF staff are going to do something about Inmate.
Dawg: That'll be around the next millenium I guess.
Stanyer: Probably.
Credit: Sabre
The house lights cut out and the words "THE SUPREME PHENOM" scroll across the titantron. A flood of powerful white light erupts from the entry way. A single silhouetted figure steps out of the light as the instrumental "Jesus Christ Superstar" begins playing over the sound system, growing louder as it appraoches the musical climax. The figure raises his arms above his head and, just as the music peaks, flips both of his middle fingers up to the crowd. Pyros simutaneously explode across the stage, the white light cuts, the house lights come back on, tinted orange, and the music changes radically to Run DMC's "Tougher than Leather" - "UNCONCEIVABLE, UNBELIEVABLE - GRAMMAR LIKE A HAMMER INFORMATION RECEIVABLE, SENT BY THE LORD, HERE AND ABROAD, WITH WORDS WELL ADORED - NOW THEY CAN'T BE IGNORED!" A grinning Austin Cain makes his way down the ramp with a white monagrammed towel over his shoulder, he walks with a swaggering strut as he jaws at the booing fans. Briefly, he stops to point out a random fan and mouth the word "loser" to the camera. When he reaches the ring apron he slides under the bottom rope to the center of the mat, and pops up on one knee, posing with his arms outstreched as if he were being showered with praise, instead of jeers. He rises and wipes the sweat off of his forehead and face with the towel, then throws it to the audience. He mounts the second turnbuckle, laughs and points down at the fans who are scrambling for the towel.
James: Introducing from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing 248lbs, "The Supreme Phenom" AUSTIN CAIN
The lights dim as The Perfect Outlaw makes his way down to the ring to a strange theme. He makes no motion towards the crowd or anyone in fact. He just gets in the ring.
James: Introducing from parts unknown, THE PERFECT OUTLAW!!!
"Psycho" by System of a Down hits. Crows are flying around and resting on an electric chair. Then Inmate's logo flashes as he walks through the entrance way wearing his new Jailbird t-shirt with European title flung over his shoulder.
James: Introducing from Amityville, Maine, weighing 279lbs, INMATE 61969
Report: The bell rings and all three men eye each other intensely. The fans cheer as they circle each other, just waiting for an opening to attack. Suddenly, Inmate shoves the ref into Austin and charges The Perfect Outlaw. TPO is able to scout the move and hip tosses Inmate to the mat. Austin quickly forearms Perfect Outlaw out of the way, and begins stomping all over Inmate. TPO recuperates and retaliates quickly, hitting a bulldog on Cain. Inmate gets to his feet but Perfect Outlaw hits him with a few right hands. Inmate blocks a punch and kicks TPO in the midsection. Inmate then TPO in and hits a huge facebuster. Austin Cain is already back on his feet and dives at a rising Inmate, clotheslining him over the top rope. Austin yells a few choice words at The Perfect Outlaw, who struggles to get back to his feet on the mat.
Stanyer: 'These guys are really taking it to one another. This is a pretty even match up so far.'
Dawg: 'Inmate seems a bit too preoccupied with the Perfect Outlaw, though... If Austin's smart he'll use that to his advantage.'
As Austin picks Perfect Outlaw up by the hair, Inmate slides into the ring and charges, but Austin luckily throws The Perfect Outlaw in the way. Both he and Inmate clash as Austin laughs before picking them both up and throwing them out of the ring. The crowd cheer as Austin struts around from post to post before going for a baseball slide to a rising Perfect Outlaw. TPO crashes into the opposite wall from the impact, while a stealthy Inmate uses the advantage to grab Cain and drag him outside with him. He then takes Austin by the back of the head and throws him into the steel steps leading into the ring. A loud crash resounds as Inmate walks over to a nearby steel chair...
Dawg: 'Since when was this a hardcore match?!'
Inmate takes the chair, folding it up before looking at Austin Cain and The Perfect Outlaw, both lying motionless. Looking for a slice of revenge, Inmate chooses TPO as his prey, and raises the chair over his head. Pefect Outlaw comes to his wits just in time, however, and quickly reacts with a low blow, making Inmate drop the weapon and double over in pain. TPO throws Inmate back into the ring before taking Austin and throwing him under the bottom rope as well. Perfect Outlaw then climbs the ring and perches on the top turnbuckle, silently waiting for the two other superstars to rise as the crowd sizzles, waiting for the high risk move. As he leaps into the air, looking for a body splash, both Inmate and Austin Cain scout the move, and catch TPO in midair. Perfect Outlaw struggles helplessly as Austin Cain and Inmate team up to hit a huge double sidewalk slam The crowd pop as TPO lies motionless in the ring.
Stanyer: 'I guess that's why they call those moves high risk. Perfect Outlaw just getting pulverised there.'
The alliance is quickly over, as Inmate spins around, grabbing Austin and slamming him face first into the turnbuckle. Austin reels before landing on the mat as Inmate puts his focus back on TPO. He hits a suplex on his assailant and picks the superstar up again, intent on setting him up for another suplex. He lifts TPO in the air, and lightbulbs flash as he holds him in a stunning vertical suplex before walking over and releasing TPO over the ropes. Perfect Outlaws head snaps back as it hits the top rope before he crashes onto the mat. As Inmate turns, Austin jumps back into the mix, grappling the escaped lunatic in what looks like his finisher, 'the Phenomenon'. Inmate struggles free from the grip, however, and is able to reverse it into the 'Lethal Injection' (Stone Cold Stunner)! He quickly covers Austin... 1 2 Kick-out! Inmate runs to the ropes, bouncing back with a leg drop before going for the pinfall again... 1 2 Shoulder up!!
Stanyer: 'Inmate has had two very, VERY close counts on Austin. Looks like Inmate wants that title kept in his camp a little longer."
Dawg: 'The odds are against him in the match though. He doesn't even need to be pinned in order to lose the Euro belt.'
Inmate pulls Austin Cain to his feet and hits a quick yet effective DDT. Austin goes over to the corner and hops up onto the top rope. He sizes up Austin before going for a missle dropkick but Cain, despite his groggy appearance, leaps out of the way with barely seconds to spare. Inmate rolls over in pain and Austin clutches the ropes to help himself up. He takes a moment to breath before taking a few stomps at Inmate. Cain grabs Inmate's legs and goes for a figure-four leglock, however Inmate reverses the move into a 3/4 Nelson Stack. Cain cries out in pain and tries reaching for a ropes, but there are none in arms reach. The ref checks on Cain and Inmate pulls back, cranking more pressure on Austin's left shoulder. Suddenly, focus is back on Perfect Outlaw who is climbing the turnbuckle. Austin's hand reaches desperately for a rope as TPO launches into the air for the second time tonight. He lands a body splash on Inmate as Austin's hand slaps the mat. The ref is blind to the tap out, showing more concern for TPO, who is clutching his ribs from the impact.
Dawg: 'INMATE JUST WON THE MATCH!"
Stanyer: 'The ref didnt see! Perfect outlaw could make a pin right now, but those ribs are preventing him from doing so!'
Dawg: 'BUT CAIN JUST TAPPED! INMATE WON!"
TPO somehow finds the strength to roll up Inmate, and the ref counts 1 2 Kick-out!
Stanyer: 'My God that was a close count!'
All men are visibly exhausted and the crowd begin clapping their hands faster and faster to urge them on. Perfect Outlaw is the first to his feet and picks up Austin. Austin counters, shoving TPO into Inmate, who wraps his arms around him and hits a German suplex. Inmate gets up and taunts Perfect Outlaw, but turns around into the ! Cain wastes no time in pinning Inmate 1 2 ...but TPO breaks up the pin attempt. Austin gets up and swings at Perfect Outlaw, but the European title contender dodges the attempt and wraps Cain into a sleeperhold. The pops as Perfect outlaw signals for the ! He hits his patented finisher to a huge roar. Before TPO can go for a pin, Inmate clotheslines him. Inmate then picks up the downed Austin and sends him to a corner. Inmate charges and hits a body splash. He whips Austin into another corner and goes for another, but surprisingly Austin uses the last of his strength and moves. Inmate slams into the corner hard, and slumps into the ropes. Inmate turns around and is attacked by Perfect Outlaw, who is getting his second wind. TPO maneuvers behind Inmate and latches on for another sleeperhold. Inmate has nowhere to go and TPO slowly saps the last of his strength away. The ref checks on Inmate, who is fading slowly. Suddenly, Austin makes a burst out of the corner towards his opponents. TPO releases the hold and quickly throws the ref in the way, knocking heavily into Cain. The ref falls to the mat as Austin falls out of the ring.
Stanyer: 'The ref is down! Inmate and Austin are all alone in the ring!'
TPO turns around and Inmate springs to life, dropkicking him into the corner. TPO tries to get out but Inmate slams his head into the turnbuckle repeatedly. Perfect Outlaw is in a daze as Inmate sets him on the top rope after letting out his aggresion. Inmate then climbs the ropes to huge cheers. He looks around with a look of frenzy in his eye as he wraps up TPO. With every last bit of his energy, Inmate hits an enormous Super to the awe of the crowd. Both men lie motionless in the ring, until the current champ Inmate rolls onto Perfect Outlaw. The ref, slowly recovering, suddenly sees the pin and slides back into the ring, making the count... 1 2 ...
Stanyer: 'Austin Cain just pulled the ref back out of the ring!'
The ref turns and begins to argue with Austin who merely shrugs at him, grinning. Meanwhile, Inmate has walked over to the ropes nearby, yelling abuse at Austin. With his guard down, TPO walks up behind him and hits an almost too easy 'Powerplay' (3/4 Turn Neckbreaker). He then goes for the cover. The ref looks at Austin who merely points the pinfall out with enthusiasm before sliding in. Not even one hand down on the mat, when Cain slides in and breaks up the fall before taking Perfect Outlaw and hitting his patented finisher, 'The Phenomenon' (3/4 Neckbreaker)! He goes for the cover... 1... 2... 3!!! Your winner and NEW European champion... Austin Cain!!!
The crowd cheers as Cain's hand is held up high. As he accepts his belt, 'Jesus Christ Superstar' hits the arena once again and Austin Cain rises onto a turnbuckle. He places his title on one shoulder and plays to the fans as the most epic wrestler theme in PWF history plays on.
Stanyer: 'A sneaky victory from Austin Cain, but I have to say despite his tactics the fans are really warming to him.'
Dawg: 'Hey, what's going on now?'
As Austin begins walking back up the ramp, The Perfect Outlaw is seen groggily walking to the edge of the ring, asking for a mic. He takes one from an official before walking over to Inmate. He slaps the former champ across the face a couple of times before rising the handpiece to his lips...
Perfect Outlaw: 'Hey Inmate... I've been dogging you for weeks now and finally you lose that tin belt of yours... so... you wanna know who I REALLY am? You'd never guess, chump, but now, in front of the World I'm going to let you know... The man known as The Perfect Outlaw.... is actually none other than....'
Outlaw looks set to tell everyone when suddenly Austin slides back into the ring. He readies himself behind an oblivios TPO before charging in, clocking him over the head with his shiny new belt. The fans pop at Austin as he takes the downed mic, looking down on Perfect Outlaw with disdain...
Austin: 'Okay... firstly... no one cares who you are. You suck, that's all that matters... Second of all... can you two take your little fued into the mens toilet where it belongs and not out here with the great Euro champ? You're wasting precious air time, here. Now hit my music! Errr... again!'
'Jesus Christ Superstar' hits once more and Austin walks out of the ring to more cheers...
Stanyer: 'Well, I guess The Perfect Outlaw remains the Perfect Outlaw for one more night thanks to Austin Cain!'
Dawg: 'I'm starting to like this new champ...'
The scene cuts into the locker room of the gWo. MVD is off on one side of the room, Sabre and Hunt at another, but the camera falls on the Russians who are sitting down in their usual lay-z-boys. Wowbowski has a rag in his hand, and belt on his lap. Cossak has his Title belt draped over his shoulder, obviously freshly polished. Wowbowski carefully rubs the rag over the belt then inspects it carefully, he holds it up, and satisfied he begins to speak
Wowbowski: You know vhat Cossak?
Cossak: Nyet, Vhat?
Wowbowski: pathetic americanskies be very angry vhen they see us Vrussians vith belts, again, holding them high vhen ve destroy team Brutal
Cossak gives a good chuckle
Cossak: Da. Here, do not forget to fix up these
Cossak pulls the brass knuckles out of his pocket and tosses them to Wowbowski
Wowbowski: Good call comrade
Wowbowski drapes his belt over his shoulder and focuses now on his precious knuckles.
Wowbowski: you know, vithout these to protect my hand, it vould be hurtingk bad from hitting americanski's too hard.
A smile comes over Wowbowski's face, he starts to laugh a slightly disturbing laugh as the scene cuts out
We see Team: Brutal force backstage in their locker room. Sues face is still brused and swollen. All three members are looking straight into the camera.
Sue: Tonight, here at Last man Standing, these two men take on the Russians for the PWF Tag Team Championship.
Barry: A lot of stuff has gone on between us. But that is the past.
Leroy: We don't care what you did. We don't care what we did. There is only this one match.
Sue: This one match where you will trully learn the meaning of brutality.
Barry: So bring your brass knuckles.
Leroy: Bring all your little tricks.
Sue: They will do you no good. Because this night belongs to Team: Brutal force.
All: And there is nothing you can do about it.
Fade out.
Stanyer: As most of you know. At the Rumble in the Bronx there will be a Tag Title unification match. Whoever holds each of the tag titles will face off to determine exactly who will be the Unified Tag Team Champions.
Dawg: Which gives this match added importance. Holding the titles now, at such a crucial time could mean the difference between winning and losing.
Stanyer: This match has been given extra spice by The Russians repeated use of brass knuckles. Not just to win matches, but they have continually attack TBF's manager in Sue Plex. That alone means they deserve to lose this match, but no doubt they have something up their sleeve.
Dawg: Russians always do.
Credit: Bud King
"Mama Said Knock You Out" hits. Leroy and Barry emerge from the back. Leroy bows to the crowd, but Barry keeps on walking towards the ring, oblivious to everything else. Leroy hurrys to catch up with Barry, and trys to get his partner to dance to the music. Barry ignores him, doing a little shadow boxing, and never taking his eyes off of the ring. Barry climbs into the ring and slumps down in Brutal Forces corner. Leroy flips in and starts doing a matial arts/dance demonstration in the centre of the ring. Barry just sits there, staring directly at his opponents corner.
James: Introducing at a combined weight of 442lbs, Leroy Greene and Barry Burton, TEAM BRUTAL FORCE!!!.
A Russian flag appears on the Big Screen along as red and blue strobe lights begin to flash, after a few moments Du Hast by Rammstein kicks in. The two Russians then come walking out of the back, Wowbowski turns and looks at the picture of the flag while Cossak just walks straight to the ring. Wowbowski follows Cossak down and slides into the squared circle. He makes his way to the middle of the ring
James: Introducing from Borisovka, Russia, at a combined weight of 591lbs, Wowbowski and Cossak Joe, THE RUSSIANS
Report: Duane Dibley calls for the bell and Barry and Joe lock up, Joe quickly locks in a hammer lock. Barry reverses it and returns the favor with a hard forearm to the back of his head. Joe stumbles forward but doesn't fall as Barry charges and nails a bulldog. Barry picks Cossak Joe off the ground and locks in a head lock as he walks over to his corner to make a tag.
Stanyer: I wonder if we'll see Wowbowski's brass knuckles in this contest.
Dawg: What brass knuckles? I've never seen him with them?
Before Barry can make the tag Cossak Joe lifts him up with a back body drop. Joe is quick to his feet and mounts an offensive flurry of hard right hands to Barry's face. Joe then lifts him up and whips him to the ropes and hits a back elbow. Barry falls to the ground as Joe delivers several boots to Barry before lifting him and twisting his arm. Cossak Joe makes the tag to Wowbowski , who delivers a precise right jab to the ribs of Barry Burton. Wowbowski continues the assault on Barry with several hard Double axe handles. Wowbowski then whips Barry into the ropes where Leroy makes a blind tag. Barry ducks under the Russian clothesline attempt and then slides between his legs on his second approach. As Wowbowski turns around, he sees Leroy flying off the top rope with a missile drop kick. Leroy then takes several quick shots to the body of the Russian. Leroy lifts Wowbowski up and nails a vicious snap suplex and runs over and nails Joe with a stiff right forearm, sending him to the floor. Leroy then turns around to nail Wowboski with a swift kick to the side of the head.
Stanyer: Chaos breaking out early on in this contest, Duane Dibley needs to get a firm grip on things before they get out of hand.
Leroy then runs to bounce off the ropes, but Cossak Joe grabs his foot, making him crash face first into the mat. A groggy Wowbowski, quickly capitalizes with a hard STO and then follows that with a blatant chokehold. Duane registers the count 1 . Wowbowski punches Leroy with his free hand .. 2 Leroy reaches out to Barry .. 3 . 4 .. Wowbowski breaks the hold just before the 5 count. The Russian gets up to taunt the crowd but turns into a hard clothesline from Barry. Dibley warns Barry about his interference while Cossak Joe capitalizes by choking out Leroy on the outside of the ring. Wowbowski then turns back to stomp on Leroy. Joe breaks the choke, but the damage has been done as Wowbowski lifts Leroy and drops him with a gut wrench. Wowbowski lets Leroy struggle to his feet before coming with a hard running knee. Wowbowski picks Leroy up and sends him flying into the ropes and catches him with a belly to belly suplex as he bounces off. Wowboski starts to pick Leroy up but Leroy nails him with a couple hard rights and lefts and then whips him to the ropes. Leroy nails a stiff kick to Wowbowski's stomach and drives him down with a hard DDT.
Stanyer: Perfect DDT from Leroy Greene.
Dawg: I've got full faith in The Russians, they will pull through.
Stanyer: Yeah, with the help of some brass knuckles no doubt.
Leroy mounts Wowboski and delivers several right hands before getting up and tagging in Barry. Barry comes in hard with a running elbow drop and then gets the Russian to his feet. Barry nails him with a hard backbreaker. He then whips him into the corner and hits a running shoulder block to plant him in the corner. Barry then drives his shoulder into Wowbowski several more times before stopping to taunt the cheering crowd. He then nails the wobbly Russian with a body slam and makes a tag. Leroy climbs the ropes and comes off looking to hit a flying leg drop, but misses as Wowbowski crawls to make the tag. He does and Cossak Joe comes in and drops Leroy with a hard clothesline and then does the same to Barry sending him to the floor. Cossak Joe then pounds Leroy back into the ground with several vicious forearm shots. Barry slides back into the ring and nails Joe with a wicked clothesline and Wowbowski nails him with a right hand out of nowhere. The four men start to brawl as Wowbowski turns his attention to Leroy and Barry has got the upperhand on the groggy Cossak Joe. Wowbowski nails Leroy with a vicious power bomb as Barry and Joe fall to the outside exchanging punches. Barry sends Joe crashing into the steel steps and runs in to deliver a clothesline but Joe counters with a desperate clothesline of his own as both men collapse to the floor. Wowbowski has lifted Leroy up and is calling for the Fall of Communism as the Duane Dibley jumps outside to break up the brawl. Wowbowski pulls Leroy's head back but gets nailed in the face with an elbow. Barry has regain control of the brawl outside as he drops Cossak Joe across the guardrail. Barry then runs back into the ring a climbs the top turnbuckle and dives off with a flying elbow drop and nails it.
Stanyer: Here we go, complete chaos, we knew it would end up like this, I guess we were hoping things would hold out for a while longer.
Dawg: Ah don't worry, it'll all be over soon, The Russians will be able to go home with their titles, and everyone will be happy.
Wowbowski has recovered and is lifting the still woozy Leroy up. He goes for the Fall of Communism one more time this time He is greeted with a Russian leg sweep. Wowbowski barely fazed by the counter angrily pounds the mat. He gets up and starts digging in his pants, he pulls out a pair of brass knuckles, as he does this the crowd erupts as Sue Plex comes running down the ramp with a chair. Wowbowski unaware of Sue puts the knuckles on as Leroy struggles to stand up, Sue has jumped up to the apron as Wowbowski suddenly whips around like he has been aware of Sue the whole time. Before Wowbowski can nail Sue she delivers a crushing chairshot to Wowbowski as he falls to the ground, he drops the brass knuckles. Leroy picks them up and motions to the crowd and gets nothing but cheers.
Dawg: No!! They were for Wowbowski!!!
Stanyer: Well now they are for Leroy Greene.
Leroy puts the Knuckles on as Wowbowski struggles to his feet and turns around right into a shot to the face with the brass knuckles. Leroy toss the knuckles to the outside and makes the pin. Duane Dibley sees this a slides back in the ring to make the count .1 ..2 3! Duane Dibley raises Leroy's hands and then Barry's after he gets in the ring. They are both handed the tag team titles as they give a big group hug with Sue.
Stanyer: Team Brutal Force are now the PWF Tag Team Champions. And they looked damned good tonight. They are without a doubt the favourites to become the unified tag champions at the Rumble.
Dawg: Don't count The Russians out yet, the match hasn't even happened yet, The Russians will get a rematch, sooner rather than later.
The cameras open up backstage where Ted Tedison is standing with Gambino. Gambino is in his wrestling attire, and appears to be prepared for his match
Tedison:"Gambino, tonight you step into the ring with Matt Van Dam, to challenge for the PWF World Title. As you know, MVD has vowed to rid the PWF of you, once and for all, and end your career."
Gambino:"I know what he's vowed. Matt Van Dam thinks he can end my career, let him try. I've been threatened with that by guys who were a hell of a lot tougher than he is, and I'm still here aren't I?"
Tedison:"You scored a pinfall victory over MVD at this past weeks Havoc, do you...."
Gambino yanks the microphone from Tedisons hand and pushes Tedison out of the way
Gambino:"Matt Van Dam, I'll tell you what. You want me out of the PWF. You wanna end my career. Try me. Bring everything you've got to the ring tonight. Bring that whiny bitch Jason Hunt down with you...hell, bring the whole gWo. I don't give a shit. Because, God as my witness, there is absolutely no way in hell, win or lose, that you will ever push me out of the PWF. I was here long before you, and I'll be here long after you're gone and forgotten."
Gambino paces a bit
Gambino:"I'm coming for you tonight MVD, and I'm coming for my World Title. The past few weeks you've put me and my family through hell. The phone calls to my wife, the home invasion, the burning of my fathers business. You did everything in your power to make this personal, and you tried to break me. Well, guess what asshole...I'm still here! I'm still standing, and I'm not going anywhere!"
Gambino seems to be getting very angry and emotional
Gambino:"Tonight...the bullshit comes to an end. Tonight...the game playing is over. Tonight...I show no mercy. You wanted to see my vicious streak again Matt. You wanted to see my sadistic side. Tonight...I will make you bleed...I will make you suffer...and I will make you scream. I plan to do whatever it takes to get the job done...and Matt...I do mean ANYTHING. I'm walking out of Last Man Standing as the PWF World Champion, and there's not a damn thing you, or anyone else can do about it."
Gambino stares into the camera with fire in his eyes as the cameras switch back to the arena
Stanyer: That was the challenger for tonights Main Event. I don't need to tell you who it was. MVD and Gambino have been at each others throats ever since Gambino turned on MVD a few weeks ago.
Dawg: I still don't understand why Gambino did it. But he did it, and now he will have to live with the consequences.
Stanyer: Well it's now time for our big US title match, this should be a very close contest between Sandstorm & Silas Parish.
Credit: Inmate
"Come out and Play" by The Offspring begins to play increasingly loud through the arena speakers, heralding the arrival of "Pitbull" Silas Parish. Several scenes of a pitbull on a chain, barking and straining to get loose, play on the TitanTron as the words SILAS PARISH slowly appear across the middle of the screen. Suddenly, a series of pyrotechnic explosions erupt down the right side of the ramp and back up the left side as Silas steps through the backstage curtain and into view. He pauses at the top of the ramp, his eyes locked on his opponent in the ring. He cracks his knuckles and makes sure the tape around his hands is tight, his gaze still locked on the ring. Then he begins to stalk forward. About halfway down the ramp he breaks into a run and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, quickly getting to his feet well before the bell rings.
James: Introducing from Vancouver, Canada, SILAS PARISH.
The lights dim in the arena and the fans start to wonder who will be coming through the curtain. Yellow, and black lasers shoot down towards the stage and smoke enclouds the rampway. The titantron lights up with the name "Sandstorm" on it in sand. A huge gust of wind can be heard and the name on the titantron blows away. All of a sudden, "Brother" by Breaking Point erupts over the P.A system and the fans start to cheer. Sandstorm suddenly emerges from the smoke and struts down to the ring, slapping the fans' hands on his way. He enters the ring and does his signature taunt. The music cuts off, and the lights turn on. Sandstorm waits in the ring for his unlucky foe to make his presence felt.
James: Introducing from Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada, weighing 266lbs, the PWF United States Champion and The Rage of the Sahara, SANDSTORM Crowd Cheers
Report: The bell rings and both wrestlers circle each other and Silas leads in with a left, Sandstorm easily avoids it but takes Silas's right fist down his throat. Silas keeps the lefts and rights coming while Sandstorm dodges the majority of them picking and choosing his spots and connecting. Silas hits a quick suplex and quickly drops and elbow. Sandstorm stands up and before he can do anything Silas hits a quick Head Scissors Takedown, sits on Sandy's chest laying in the right hands, Sandstorm finally blocks one and hits a big right hand into Silas knocking him off and Sandstorm locks in a sleeper hold. Silas begins to lose it and referee Carlton Rock checks in but Parish won't give up.
Stanyer: Silas Parish holding on in the sleeper hold.
Dawg: Since when has anyone won a match with a Sleeper Hold?
Sandstorm keeps it locked in but Parish manages to get to his feet, Parish hits one, two, three elbows to the gut of the US champ, and hits the ropes and gets clotheslined for his efforts. Sandstorm helps Parish up only to take him down with a solid Side suplex. Sandstorm drops an elbow right into Parish's sternum, but Parish moves and Sandy get nothing but mat, Parish kicks Sandstorm in the ribs whiles he's down and locks in his own sleeper. Sandstorm stands up with Parish on his back sleeper still locked in. Sandstorm waivers a bit thanks to the lack of oxygen getting to his brain. Sandstorm grabs Parish's arms and flips him off his back straight to the mat, but Sandstorm falls himself starting the 10 count. 1 2 3 4 (Sandstorm gets to one knee) 5 6 (Parish gets to the ropes and begins pulling himself up) 7 Sandstorm gets to his feet and walks over to Parish at the ropes and lays in the Right hands, Sandstorm winds up for a big haymaker, but Parish Kicks Sandstorm in the gut and hits right hands of his own, and dropkicks Sandstorm's legs out from under him and he falls flat on his face, Parish rolls him over and covers, 1 2 . Sandstorm gets the shoulder up. Parish stands up and kicks Sandstorm as he gets to one knee. Sandstorm punches Parish in the gut and stands picking him up and hitting The Mummification (Rack Pancake) and covers 1 2 Parish squrms out of it
Stanyer: A tough battle between these two great competitors. Dawg: Face it, Sandstorm is trying his best, but he can't keep up with Silas Parish, he just isn't good enough.
Stanyer: He was good enough to beat him at House of Pain.
Dawg: Not tonight.
Sandstorm gets up and grabs Parish pulling him up Parish starts to lay in the right hands but Sanstorms Rakes the eyes of Parish and hits a quick DDT. Goes for the cover and barley gets a two count, Sanstorm stands parish attempts a quick spear but Sandstorm blocks it with a quick kick to the gut, and hits a stalling piledriver and again goes for the cover, and again only gets a two count, Sandstorm stands and grabs Parish's arm and Whips him to the ropes but Parish hits a cross body and stays on for the cover, he only gets a 2 however as Sandy get the shoulder up. Parish immeadatly begins punching Sandstorms head as he lies on the mat. Parish lets off and Sandstorm gets up and tries for a clothesline but Parish easily ducks underneath it and as Sandstorm turns around Parish kicks him in the gut and nails him with a pulling piledriver and goes for the cover but barely gets the 2 count
Dawg: Sandstorm survives, but he is only fighting the inevitable.
Stanyer: Over confident as always.
Parish stands and climbs the turnbuckle and waits and Sandstorm stands Parish leaps from top ropes and hits a huge Hurricanranna, but doesn't try for the pin and immeadtly grabs sandstorm's head and punches him several times before the referee pulls Him off of Sandstorm and while Parish is arguing with the ref Sandstorm gets up sneaks up behind Parish and hits a reverse DDT and holds on for the Infinite Rest (Dragon Sleeper), Carlton Rock checks in on Parish, but he won't give up. After about 30 seconds Parish climbs the ropes with his feet and flips over the top of sandstorm and turns it into an Ego Buster (Bulldog) goes for the cover but again only get the two count
Stanyer: Stunning, Parish showing amazing invention to escape from Infinite Rest.
Dawg: See, your starting to see things my way now.
Stanyer: Not quite, I still think Sandstorm will win.
Parish stands pulling Sandstorm up with him and hits a Double arm DDT quickly gets up and hits a Senton Splash and tries for the pin again. And gets an extremely close two count. He stands and argues with the referee for a second or two and climbs the turnbuckle as Sandstorm stands up. Parish taunts Sandstorm and leaps off for another Hurricanrana, but Sandstorm grabs on as Parish locks his legs around Sandstorms neck and hits The Nirvana (Spiral Bomb) Parish hits the mat hard and Sandstorm goes for the Cover. 1 2 3!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stanyer: Sandstorm retains his US Title, although full credit to Parish, who gave us a tremendous match.
Dawg: Lucky bastard.
Stanyer: Not a good night for you so far eh? Your predictions are a little off.
Dawg: It's a first. Mind you, now we have Golgotha v Sandstorm on Havoc, that'll be interesting.
Stanyer: Two members of the Methods of Mayhem against each other, that is if Golgotha is confirmed as the winner of that Battle Royal, we are still seeking confirmation.
The scene cuts to MVD's dressing room as he prepares for the biggest match of his career, against his toughest ever opponent Antonio Gambino. He is training up attacking a punch bag ferociously, after a while he sits down next to a desk with a ghetto blaster sitting there silent. He reaches over and flicks the switch and surprise, surprise "I Stand Alone" By Godsmack blasts from the tiny speakers..... MVD begins to talk over the music.....
MVD:- Hmmmm thats quite a thought provoking song there Gambino, it's as if it was written specially for your glorious comeback?
Resurrected back before the final fallen
MVD:- Your career certainly was resurrected, it was dead! You lost the greatest prize in our sport to a low-life like Bloodbath and brought shame to the gWo Gambino! It was time to make way for a new champion! A champion everyone can be proud of and look up, a champion of athletic perfection and purity, certainly not the drunken brawler who turned his back on everything he ever valued and loved. No Gambino, you've been resurrected only for me Matt..Van..Dam (2 thumb pose) to give you the final falling.
I stand alone .....Feeling your sting down inside of me ....I'm not dying for it
MVD:- Hmmmm, I cannot think of a man crazy enough to face the gWo alone Gambino I'll give you that, but you will the sting of MVD not once, not twice, but 3 times! I will pummel you with the Van-Daminator, I will humble you with the Van-Dam-Asser and I will kill your career with the 5 Star F'N Frog Splash!
And now its my time..... my time to dream
MVD:- Your time has passed Antonio, you have lived out your petty dream of being PWF World Champion, now the prize you seek will be the key to your un-doing and I will become your worst Nightmare Gambino...... for as long as we've been in the PWF we have been worst enemies, you have beaten me, and I have beaten you. However, I far more than just a common foe to you now, I am the main man around here now Gambino, I hold all the cards and they are stacked against you my friend...... I am your NEMESIS and do you know what Nemesis means? It means " An unusually difficult and undefeatable opponent"
MVD lets out a huge MU HA HA, and then reaches over to the ghetto blaster to skip a track......... now we hear "Snap Your Fingers, Snap our Neck" By Grinspoon....
For the trials of today, I'm no jury........Really don't care how you feel..........The pleasant notion of miraculous change drifts into multiple jeers.................................Jeers
MVD:- Thats right, what could be more fitting than that. I am no Jury, but I will certainly be your executioner! And I will end your career to a chorus of jeers Antonio, what will it feel like to end your last match in the PWF with the sound of boos echoing through the arena, and leaving defeated........a loser.........a has-been............... a NOBODY!
You want the good life.........You break your back.........You Snap Your Fingers, You Snap Your Neck
Suddenly MVD stands up abd begins bawling at the punch bag!
MVD:- Gambino get ready, this will be the match of our lives, who will be the legend and who will be forsaken in the name of glory? As we used to say back in the good old days................ "Down With The Sickness" BITCH!
MVD suddenly Van-Daminates the punch bag and it splits in half with the sheer velocity of the impact and the camera fades to black to the sound of "Down With The Sickness" By Disturbed
Stanyer: The anticipation for tonights main event is almost unbearable. We've waited what seems like forever for MVD and Gambino to get in the ring on PPV, and tonight, we will finally see it happen.
Dawg: But before that, we get to watch Sabre rip Homicide apart and become the Last Man Standing. Although it is a shame that we couldn't watch two gWo members battle it out, I suppose it is better this way, as Sabre gets to humiliate two anti-gWo men.
Stanyer: Always so confident with Sabre, but once again, you are underestimating the opponent, Homicide hasn't been one of the best in the PWF for no reason, he's one of the best because he earned the right to be there.
Dawg: By beating Solo? Wow that's hard
Stanyer: No, by working hard, and battling his way up the rungs of the ladder.
Dawg: Sabre has done exactly the same.
Stanyer: I'm not arguing, but there is only room for one, there can be only one, Last Man Standing, and now we must find out.
The arena blackens and the opening cords of "Debonair" by Dope are guitarred, breaking the silence of the crowd. On the UltraTron, a scene of mass destruction appears with three distant objects violently stampeding toward screen. They loop out of view, then consecutively RECOGNIZE.. OR.. REALIZE stamp the screen in dripping blood words, making them appear to shatter through glass when they collide with it, keying silver explosions (representing the glass) to reach the rafters from the stage with each of the 3! The music is now at full intensity and the arena lights begin to flicker in a red fiasco. The crowd is going wild and then explodes into a huge pop when the curtain moves aside and His Massacreness steps out on the stage and swaggers down to ringside, occasionally hi-fiving a fan along the way. He climbs up on the apron on the outside and poses (like Ken Shamrock) revealing his buff physique, then appearing to snap and his inner-aggression overtakes him while he is being introduced..
James: "Making his way to the ring, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, and weighing in at 292 pounds; He is "The REAL Boston Massacre" ... HOMICIDE!!!"
"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 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: Homicide and Sabre circle around each other. A few words are exchanged. Sabre says something that Homicide obviously doesn't like and the big man from Boston walks up the Australian and gets in his face about it. Sabre simply slaps Homicide across the face. Homicide touches his face as if Sabre had committed a capital punishment offence. Homicide then throws a massive right hand, but Sabre ducks it and then hits Homicide with two quick right hands before running off the ropes, but Homicide scoops Sabre up and plants him with a big Sidewalk Slam. Homicide pulls Sabre up and crashes a right hand into his face. Sabre staggers around for a moment and then turns back into Homicide who connects with a 2nd big right hand. Sabre looks to be out of it so Homicide comes off the ropes like a freight train and tries to take Sabre's head off, but Sabre reacts quickly and puts Homicide flat on his face with a low dropkick to the knees. Sabre then quickly mounts Homicide and scores with successive right hands to his face. Sabre doesn't relent until Homicide throws him off his chest. Sabre waits for Homicide to get to his feet and then scores with a European Uppercut which leaves Homicide momentarily stunned. Sabre then snaps Homicide over with an Arm Drag, holds on and delivers a Leg Drop to Homicide's throat and then goes for an early cover. ..1 .2 . Homicide throws Sabre off him. Sabre sees Homicide getting to his feet and comes off the ropes and goes for a Spinning Wheel Kick, but Homicide plucks him out of mid-air, adjusts his position and then drills him into the canvas with a Powerbomb type manoeuvre. Sabre staggers up to his feet only to be sent crashing back down thanks to a violent left arm clothesline from Homicide. The Boston Massacre makes the cover. 1 .2 Sabre kicks out. Homicide yanks Sabre up to his feet and grabs him with both hands around the throat and then proceeds to throw him into the corner of the ring. Homicide comes in and proceeds to batter poor Sabre with a volley of hard right hands. Homicide then changes position and lays into Sabre with hard Shoulder Thrusts and then he pulls Sabre out of the corner and holds his head as he delivers three hard knee strikes to Sabre's face. Homicide whips the groggy Sabre to the ropes and then snaps him over with a big Powerslam and then hooks the leg. 1 ..2 .. Sabre just kicks out. Homicide stands over Sabre and delivers a hard elbow drop and then he mounts Sabre and hits him with hard, but precise right hands to the face. Homicide then drags Sabre up to his feet and then lifts him up and dumps him on the top turnbuckle. Homicide then climbs up and hooks Sabre up for a Superplex, but Sabre manages to get in a couple of rabbit punches and then pushes Homicide off to the mat. Sabre then climbs up as Homicide gets up and dives off with a Cross Body Block, but Homicide plucks him out of mid-air for the 2nd time tonight and then delivers a Fallaway Slam. Homicide goes for a cover. ..1 .2 .. Sabre just gets his shoulder up.
Stanyer: Homicide is picking Sabre apart in this match.
Dawg: Worry ye not, Sabre didn't get here by chance, he got here on pure skill alone, and while Homicide has control now, he won't be able to keep Sabre down.
Stanyer: Well at this moment in time, Sabre isn't making this a very competitive Grand Final, in fact it's all too easy for Homicide at the moment.
Dawg: Nothing in this business is "all too easy". You'll see, you'll see. You will eat your words before the end of this contest.
Homicide pulls Sabre up to his feet and then casually tosses him out of the ring. Homicide follows Sabre out, much to referee Carlton Rock's frustration. Homicide lifts Sabre up and dumps him chest first on the barricade and then floors him with a hard right hand. Sabre staggers up to his feet. Homicide boots him in the gut and then whips him hard, shoulder first into the ring steps. Homicide then grips the apron as he delivers five hard stomps to Sabre's chest. He drags Sabre up and then takes him over to the spanish announcers table. Homicide drills Sabre's face into the table and then takes him over to the American table and proceeds to slam his face into that table as well. Suddenly Sabre dives at Homicide and they both go over the table into Stanyer and Dawg, who quickly get out of the way. Sabre and Homicide exchange right hands between each other as they land on the chairs. Homicide seems to win the battle and pulls Sabre away from behind the table and grabs one of the cables and starts to choke Sabre. Despite being choked, Sabre seems to be fumbling with the announcers table, finally we see what he is doing, he pulls the monitor from the table and then swings it behind his head, bang into Homicide's face. Sabre then backs off and levels the stunned Homicide with a 2nd shot from the monitor. Sabre then drops it back on the table. Sabre puts Homicide on his stomach and then wraps a microphone cable around his throat. He then presses his foot down on the back of Homicide's head as he pulls upwards with the cable. Referee Carlton Rock has come to the outside and manages to break Sabre's grip on the wire and then gives him a quick lecture. Sabre waves the referee off and pulls Homicide up and rolls him into the ring. Sabre then climbs up onto the apron and then Slingshots onto the top rope, and then performs a Corkscrew Moonsault landing in perfect pinning position on Homicide. 1 .2 Homicide powers out. The big man begins to get to his feet but Sabre comes off the ropes and scores with a big two footed dropkick to the face, putting Homicide back down on the mat. Sabre then pulls Homicide up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Sabre then snaps Homicide over with a perfect Hurricanranna into a Pin. 1 ..2 Homicide kicks out. Sabre gets up and kicks Homicide a few times as he is getting to his feet. Sabre pushes Homicide back into the corner and then hits him with a couple of heavy right hands. Sabre then whips Homicide to the opposite corner and then follows in with a big Jumping Body Splash. Homicide falls flat on his face and then Sabre climbs to the 2nd rope to taunt the crowd. Who shower him with boos. Sabre even does a Hogan like "give me more" with his hand to his ear. This just infuriates the crowd.
Stanyer: Sabre thrives on this crowd. The more they boo him, the more he gets off on it.
Dawg: What are you talking about? This crowd loves Sabre, can't you hear their affection?
Stanyer: If you interpret booing as a type of affection, then yeah, the crowd love Sabre, really, they do.
Dawg: Don't get sarcastic with me boy, I won't stand for it ya know.
Stanyer: I'll be the happiest man alive if Homicide kicks Sabre's ass in this match.
Dawg: And I will be just as happy when Sabre kicks Homicide's candy ass.
Stanyer: Well I guess only one of us can be happy then eh?
Dawg: And it damn sure ain't gonna be you.
Sabre pulls Homicide up to his feet and pushes him into the corner. He then slaps Homicide and then quickly backhands him before laughing at Homicide. Sabre's smile quickly dissappears when Homicide grabs him by the throat and reverses the positions and begins to pound Sabre's face with hard right hands. But Sabre manages to rake Homicide's eyes and then delivers a Back Drop. Sabre hits a Backflip Moonsault and then hooks the leg for the pin. ..1 ..2 .. Homicide kicks out. Sabre gets up and holds one hand up to thank the crowd as he pulls Homicide up with the other hand. Sabre boots Homicide in the gut and then plants him with a DDT. Sabre then drags Homicide over towards the corner and then begins to climb to the top rope. Sabre stands up and then sails through the air with a beautiful Moonsault landing perfectly on Homicide and then hooking the leg back for a pin. .1 ..2 .. Homicide gets his left shoulder up just as Sabre thought he had won. Sabre places both of his feet on Homicide's face and than stands on it for a short moment before walking off holding both arms out to his "adoring fans". Homicide pulls himself up shaking the cobwebs from his eyes. Sabre comes off the ropes and nearly KO's Homicide with a running Knee Lift. Sabre pulls Homicide up again and lift him up, not easily but he does it. Sabre then dumps Homicide on the top rope. Sabre leaps up onto the top rope and then leaps onto Homicide looking for the Sabrecanranna, but Homicide has the move scouted and he holds onto Sabre and then plants him with a Superbomb. Both men stay down. Carlton Rock begins his 10 count. It proves to be unneccesary as both men make it to their feet on around the 8 mark. Sabre goes for a right hand, but Homicide blocks it and then goes into a voracious volley of right hands which send Sabre into the ropes. Homicide then whips Sabre to the opposite side before crushing Sabre with an evil clothesline. Homicide's adrenalin level is starting to peak and he summons Sabre to his feet. Homicide hits another volley of right hands and then sends Sabre into the ropes and then delivers an awesome Tilt a Whirl Backbreaker. Sabre rolls over holding his back. Homicide rolls him back onto his shoulders and hooks the leg. 1 .2 Sabre kicks out. Homicide yanks Sabre up to his feet and smashes him in the face with the Boston Haymaker, Sabre staggers around the ring. Homicide hooks him from behind and then sends him flying with a Release German Suplex. Sabre spectacuarly flips in mid-air and lands hard on his stomach and surprisingly bounces up onto his feet, unfortunately he staggers straight into Homicide up boots him in the gut and then slips his arm through his legs before lifting Sabre onto his shoulder and then finishing the Pump Handle Slam. Homicide hooks the leg for the pin. 1 .2 Sabre shoots his left shoulder off the canvas.
Stanyer: Homicide has re-asserted himself in this contest, but you never know when Sabre is going to pull something off.
Dawg: Which is what makes Sabre such a dangerous opponent, because he can beat you in so many ways.
Stanyer: Nine out of ten being illegal.
Dawg: Winning is everything, nobody remembers who came 2nd. You win or you lose, it don't matter how you win, as long as you win. Who wants to be a loser who played by the rules when you can be a winner who doesn't?
Stanyer: So you can have a clear consciounce?
Dawg: Sabre has a clear consciounce no matter what he does.
Homicide pulls Sabre up and then lifts him up into a Military Press. He walks around the ring with Sabre high above his head and the skillfully drops him down onto his shoulder, but Sabre quickly drops behind Homicide and hooks the Boston Massacre in a Sleeper Hold and then delivers a Sleeper Drop and bounces into a cover. ..1 2 . Homicide powers out. Sabre pulls Homicide up and hits a perfect Spinning Heel Kick which sends Homi into the corner. Sabre then backs into the opposite corner and then charges in with a Jumping Body Splash, but Homicide storms out of the corner and dives to Spear Sabre in mid-air. Sabre hits the canvas gripping his gut and with a look of severe pain on his face. Homicide goes for a cover. 1 .2 .. Sabre kicks out. Homicide pulls Sabre up and hits him with a hard right hand to stun him and then lifts him up onto his shoulder. He dumps him on the top turnbuckle and then he sets him up for a Superplex. He drills Sabre into the canvas, but as they bounce up from the impact, Sabre somehow grabs Homicide's leg and has him in a variation of the Inside Cradle. ..1 ..2 Homicide powers out. Homicide delivers a hard stomp to Sabre and then pulls him up to his feet. Homicide scoops Sabre up and then plants him with a Front Powerslam. He then does a cut-throat motion which receives a major response from the crowd. Homicide then climbs up to the top rope, but Sabre suddenly kips up and runs up the ropes and quickly hooks the head of Homicide. Before he can react, Sabre dives off the top rope with a perfect Super DDT. Homicide sits up looking completely out of it and then collapses back down again. Sabre climbs over and hooks the leg. ..1 2 Homicide just gets his shoulder up. Sabre holds his head in his hands, but then quickly returns to his usual arrogant pose as he pulls Homicide up to his feet. Sabre takes Homicide over to the corner where he climbs up onto the top rope. He sits on the top rope and pulls Homicide towards him and hooks him up for a Tornado DDT. He spins Homicide around, but he counters and both men stay on their feet. Homicide hits a knee to the gut and then lifts Sabre up for a Suplex, but Sabre escapes and lands behind Homicide and immediately runs towards the turnbuckle and then quick-steps up the turnbuckle and dives off backwards with a stunning Corkscrew Body Attack. But Homicide stunning pulls Sabre out of the move and has him set for a Powerbomb, but then Sabre stunningly escapes the Powerbomb and hits the Sabre's Edge (Rios Driver). After drilling Homicide's head into the mat, Sabre reaches for his leg and makes the cover. ..1 .2 .. Homicide just gets his shoulder up. Sabre can't believe it. But a look of resolve comes across his face as he drags Homicide towards the corner. He does a barrel roll with his fingers to signal for the 450 Splash, which brings a chorus of boos from the crowd. Sabre is on the top rope, but when he turns to look towards Homicide, a look of shock comes across his face. Homicide is not only standing, but he is right in front of him. Homicide pulls Sabre's legs from underneath him, crotching him on the top rope. Homicide then climbs up and scoops Sabre over his shoulder. He stands on the top rope, showing amazing Balance and strength as he carries Sabre. He then dives off and delivers the awesome Cell Splitter (Fire Thunder Driver), drilling Sabre head first into the mat. Homicide takes a moment to recover and then he makes the cover. ..1 .2 ..3!!!!!!!
Stanyer: IT'S OVER!!!!!!! We have out Last Man Standing!!!!!
Dawg: NO!!!! NO NO NO NO NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
Stanyer: You can't even complain, Homicide has beaten Sabre and is this years "Last Man Standing" winner.
Dawg: I can't speak at the moment, I'm sorry, but I can't comprehend what has just happened.
Stanyer: Homicide will now receive a World Title shot at BaloolaPalooza 3.
Dawg: That's presuming it actually takes place, I've heard rumours that it may be cancelled, it's certainly being delayed.
Stanyer: Well, if it don't happen on BP3, it will happen at the Rumble, or on Havoc. But Homicide will get his well-earned and well deserved World Title shot.
Dawg: Thank god he'll have to face MVD, because I couldn't stand it if Homicide won the title.
Stanyer: That's not guaranteed you know, MVD still has to beat Gambino tonight you know, that ain't going to be easy. In fact, that match is next.
Dawg: He'll win, he has to win, it's no longer an option.
Stanyer: Well, we are just about ready for the Main Event now. We've waited all night for this moment, the moment when MVD & Gambino finally step into the ring and face each other.
Dawg: In what will surely be a violent street fight.
Stanyer: No doubt about it, these two will give everything in their bodies to win this match tonight, it's no in their nature to lose.
Dawg: But one will, i.e. Gambino.
Stanyer: Guess I have to pick MVD to lose then don't I?
Dawg: You don't have to, but you will anyway.
Stanyer: This is it folks, fasten your seatbelts, and prepare for a rough ride.
The arena lights dim as "I Stand Alone" by Godsmack blares through the sound system. The Gambino logo flashes across the tron screen, as various highlights from Gambino's career are shown. Red lights flash throughout the arena, creating a strobe light effect. More red lights shine upon the stage, near the entrance area. A spot light aims towards the entrance, as Gambino steps forward onto the stage and into the light. He walks further onto the stage, stopping at the top of the ramp. He raises his arms in the air as if to celebrate, then makes his way down the ramp. Once he reaches the ring, he climbs in and walks to a corner. He climbs the turnbuckle and looks out over the crowd as he once again raises his arms to the air. He then climbs down from the turnbuckle and awaits the beginning of the match.
James: Introducing, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 245lbs, ANTONIO GAMBINO
"Snap your Fingers, Snap your neck" by Prong plays as MVD walks down the aisle, cluching Jennifer Van Dam by the waist, he lets her go, and 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 PWF World Heavyweight Champion and "The Real F'n Show" MATT VAN DAM.
Report: The battle begins with both men pacing around each other. The anticipation in the crowd has been building all night, now it is at fever pitch as senior referee Mark Johnson rings the bell to signal the beginning of one of the most anticipated matches in PWF history. The two men walk towards each other, but each trys to outdo the other by throwing right hands. Both men connect, but it is Gambino who reacts quicker to the blow by sending in a quick 2nd blow. The two begin to exchange right hands until Gambino takes control and backs MVD into the ropes. Gambino then whips MVD into the ropes and then floors him with a clothesline. He then quickly mounts MVD and lets out some of his frustration with some hard right hands. Gambino pulls MVD up to his feet and whips him to the ropes again, but MVD reverses and then catches Gambino with a quick Heel Kick. Gambino is up quickly, but is met by a volley of quick forearms from MVD. He then whips Gambino to the corner and charges in and delivers a Monkey Flip, but Gambino lands on his feet and then as MVD turns around, he clatters into him with a stiff clothesline. Gambino grabs MVD and throws him throat first over the bottom rope and then uses his knee to lean into him with a choke. Referee Mark Johnson admonishes him for it, but it is perfectly legal and there is nothing he can do about it. Gambino releases MVD and pulls him up while he is taking deep breaths and holding his throat. Gambino whips MVD to the ropes and then charges in and takes him over with the Kitchen Sink. Gambino then goes for an early cover. 1 2 noone is surprised when MVD kicks out. Gambino snaps him up, but MVD breaks free and hits Gambino with a hard forearm and then a straight right. Gambino kicks MVD in the gut and then goes for a 2nd kick to the gut, but MVD catches it and then skillfully rotates around Gambino to deliver a Back Kick Sweep. MVD pulls Gambino up to his feet and then pushes him into the corner. MVD begins to pound Gambino's face with hard forearms until Gambino is left sitting in the corner. MVD then climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and does a 2 thumb pose, which only angers the already fired up crowd. MVD is premature anyway as Gambino stands up and picks MVD up and walks out ready to deliver a Powerbomb, but MVD counters the counter with a Hurricanranna. Gambino rolls through to his feet but MVD lifts him up and plants him with a Flapjack. MVD floats over into a cover. . 1 .2 .. Gambino easily kicks out. MVD pulls Gambino up and whips him towards the ropes, but Gambino reverses and MVD goes into the ropes, with Gambino close behind. Gambino impacts MVD and clotheslines him clean over the top rope. MVD lands on his feet but staggers back into the barricade. Gambino runs off the opposite ropes and then goes for a Baseball Slide dropkick to MVD as he is trying to get back in the ring, but MVD side-steps out of the way. MVD goes for a right hand, but Gambino ducks it and then drop-toe holds MVD face first into the top of the guard rail. MVD rolls around the floor holding his face.
Stanyer: Ouch, MVD just had his face re-arranged with that move.
Dawg: It's Gambino who needs his face re-arranging. How can anybody be that ugly?
Stanyer: No hint of bias in your voice there whatsoever.
Dawg: So I'm biased. BIG DEAL. I'm a friend of MVD's, why shouldn't I want him to win. Hell, it wasn't so long ago you couldn't even stand to look at Gambino, look at you now?
Stanyer: That's because Gambino has realised the error of his ways.
Dawg: You saying that the gWo is wrong? Who are you to make moral decisions like that? Your nothing but a lowly announcer.
Stanyer: So are you!!!
Dawg: Yes, but I am not making moral denouncements, you are.
Stanyer: Whatever.
Gambino pulls MVD up and then lifts him up before delivering Snake Eyes on the guard rail. MVD staggers around holding his face. Gambino delivers a couple of right hands and then grabs MVD around the head and then throws him face first into the ring post. MVD recoils away and staggers around with one hand on his forehead. Gambino charges in and hits a hard knee to the gut, but holds MVD to keep him upright and then slams him head first into the apron. Gambino then pulls MVD into the aisle and then hooks him up and delivers a Suplex smack bang onto the walkway, which is nothing more than a thin carpet covering a concrete floor. MVD reels up holding his back. Gambino goes over to a guard rail and rips a small sign of it. He waits for MVD to get up and then cracks him over the head with it. MVD doesn't go down but staggers further up the aisle. Gambino cracks him over the head a 2nd time, this time putting MVD down. Gambino tosses the the bent and destroyed sign away and pulls MVD up to his feet. He takes him further down the aisle and into the production area. One of the fans is holding out a cup of beer towards Gambino. He takes it from him and then takes a quick drink and then throws it in MVD's face, blinding him, much to the delight of the crowd. Gambino slams MVD face first into one of the production tables. They are nearing the sound system. Gambino whips MVD hard into one of the big speakers, it wobbles, but manages to stay upright. MVD falls flat on his face. Gambino picks him up, but MVD counters with a cheap low blow. Gambino collapses onto the floor while MVD staggers towards the speakers. He climbs up onto one of them and then does a quick two thumb pose before diving off with a Stinky Leg Drop. MVD then staggers to his feet and staggers towards one of the production tables, recovering his senses while preparing to mount an offense. MVD is leaning on the table while taking deep breaths. Gambino is back on his feet and heads towards MVD's position. As Gambino nears MVD, the champion suddenly spins around and then levels Gambino with one of the production monitors. The crowd are shocked as Gambino hits the deck, almost immediately we see that he has been busted open.
Stanyer: My god, MVD could have shattered Gambino's skull with that blow. The tide has most definitely turned in MVD's favour.
Dawg: Like it was ever in anybody elses favour.
Stanyer: You'd do well to open your eyes and look outside the gWo once in a while, there are other wrestlers you know.
Dawg: Yeah, I know, there's Austin Cain, Silas Parish, Heelmaster
Stanyer: Were you a bully at school or something? Is that why you always hate anyone who the fans like?
Dawg: I agree with the fans sometimes.
Stanyer: Like when?
Dawg: I hate Solo just as much as everyone else.
Stanyer: Now that is bullshit, you're his biggest supporter!!!
Dawg: Bah, you'll never understand.
MVD pulls the bloody, groggy Antonio Gambino up to his feet and heads towards the ring with him, giving him the odd forearm on the way to make sure he stays dazed. When he gets to the ring he rolls him back into the ring, a few drops of blood drip onto the canvas. MVD then reaches underneath the ring and then pulls out a Ladder, which draws a pop from the crowd. The ladder must be a leftover from the TLC match earlier in the night. MVD slides the ladder into the ring and then he leans it in the corner. MVD pulls the injured Gambino up to his feet and then irish whips him face first into the ladder. Gambino staggers backwards and MVD hooks him from behind and then plants him on the back of his neck with a perfect German Suplex, with a bridge. 1 ..2 . Gambino just kicks out, probably more on instinct than anything else. MVD then stands over Gambino and does a two thumb taunt before doing the Old Man Stink and then dropping down to pound Gambino with hard right hands. MVD then goes over to the ladder and pulls it out of the corner and lies it flat on the mat. He then pulls Gambino up and then sends him into the ropes, MVD then snaps MVD up and then spinebusters him onto the steel ladder. Gambino groans in extreme pain, his head wound still bleeding. MVD then comes off the ropes and accentuates Gambino's pain with a somersault splash crushing Gambino between his body and the ladder. MVD rolls off and shows off to the crowd, getting booed relentlessly, and then turns back towards Gambino, who has now rolled off the ladder. MVD picks the ladder up and places it in the corner. He then picks up Gambino and then takes him away from the ladder and then delivers an STO. MVD then goes over towards the ladder and climbs up to the top rope. He then grips the ladder tightly and dives towards Gambino, using the ladder to carry him across the ring and he then lets go of the ladder and crashes down on Gambino with a Stinky Leg Drop. MVD takes a moment to show off to the crowd and then goes for a cover. ..1 .2 . Gambino just gets his left shoulder off the canvas. MVD punches the mat in anger. MVD grabs the ladder and places it next to Gambino. He then runs off the ropes and two footed dropkicks the ladder into Gambino. MVD then slides the ladder out of the way, which gives Mark Johnson the oppurtunity to slide the ladder out of the ring. MVD pulls Gambino up and takes him over towards the corner. MVD scoops Gambino up and then puts him in the precarious Tree of Woe. Gambino would probably try and struggle free, but he is too weak to try. MVD delivers a couple of kicks to Gambino's prone chest. MVD then backs away and then charges in and crushes Gambino in the corner with a hard knee to the chest. The impact frees him from the tree of woe and he collapse down on the mat. MVD looks around the ladder, but can't see it at first, he questions the referee, who is reluctant to tell him, but when MVD threatens Mark Johnson, he points to the outside of the ring. MVD slides out and then slides the ladder back in, before following in himself. He sets the ladder up just in front of Gambino. MVD then begins to climb the ladder. But while he climbs with his back to Gambino, he is making his way to his feet. Gambino is still a little out of it, and his face is a crimson mask, but he sees MVD and begins to climb up the ladder after him. MVD turns around, and is shocked to see Gambino climbing up behind him. He kicks him in the head a couple of times, nearly knocking him off the ladder. But Gambino has the ultimate comeback, a swift punch to MVD's genitalia. MVD is momentarily incapacitated and it allows Gambino to climb up a little more and grab MVD across the chest and then deliver In Harm's Way (Sambo Suplex) from the ladder to the canvas. Both men stay down.
Stanyer: Oh my God!! What a move, what resilience from Gambino. So much punishment, yet he has the will and the drive to make it back and punish MVD for not finishing him off.
Dawg: It's not over yet, MVD will get back up, Gambino probably will as well, but MVD is still in much better shape than Gambino.
Stanyer: That is true, but you can feel a momentum shift coming. If this crowd truly get behind Gambino, it could drive him on to victory.
Dawg: Which I'm guessing is what you want to happen? Typical.
Stanyer: You want MVD to win, I hate you, so I'm supporting the opposite to you, which happens to be Gambino in this match.
Dawg: We'll see who's proved right.
Both men stagger up to their feet. MVD move first and scores with a right hand, but Gambino comes back with a big right of his own. MVD hits a hard right, but Gambino comes back with two of his own. MVD strikes out, but Gambino blocks it and then begins to hound MVD into the corner with right hands. The adrenalin beginning to give him his 2nd wind takes over and Gambino explodes in a fury of right hands. He then whips MVD to the opposite ropes before charging in with an awesome clothesline. Gambino then grips his chest for a moment, as the pain hits him, but he fights through it and pulls MVD out of the corner, he hits a couple more hard right hands and then he boots MVD in the gut and then drills him headfirst into the canvas with a Piledriver. Gambino then rolls out of the ring, he grips his chest again but recovers and grabs a Steel Chair then rolls back into the ring. He waits for MVD to get to his feet and then delivers an awesome shot direct to his forehead. MVD hits the deck like he has been shot and blood starts to run down his face from a head wound. Gambino goes for the cover. ..1 2 . MVD snatches the world title from Gambino's grasp by getting his left shoulder up at the last possible moment. Gambino pulls MVD up to his feet and hooks him up and then drives him into the Steel Chair with a Double Arm DDT. MVD rolls onto his back holding his face. Gambino hooks the leg as blood drips onto the canvas. .1 ..2 MVD gets his right shoulder up this time. Gambino pulls MVD up to his feet and then whips MVD to the ropes, but MVD reverses and then charges in with a Spinning Wheel Kick which sends both men tumbling over the top rope to the floor. Both men take a moment to recover. MVD grabs Gambino and tries to slam him headfirst into the spanish announcers table, but is unsuccessful as Gambino blocks it and then slams MVD face first into the table. Gambino then ducks MVD's attempted right hand and delivers a Low Blow. Gambino then lifts MVD onto the table. Gambino then climbs up onto the apron, he grips his injured ribs once again, but fights on and climbs up to the top rope. He then dives off and drives MVD through the announcers table with a Flying Elbow Drop. Chants of "Holy Shit" ring around the arena.
Stanyer: Awesome, simply awesome. Where does Gambino find his will to fight from? No matter how much punishment he takes, he always seems to be able to find that little something extra.
Dawg: Gambino is not the only person with that quality, MVD has it in abundance. He will fight through adversity, even now, when he is so close to defeat, you know MVD will find something, some way to get himself back into the match, that is just the man he is.
Stanyer: Oh believe me, I know this is not over, not yet, but who will win? Not even I can tell you that at this moment in time, you just never know.
Gambino takes his time getting to his feet, holding his injured ribs gingerly. He pulls MVD up, who is almost dead-weight and just about manages to roll him into the ring. Gambino slowly climbs in after him and makes the cover. 1 2 3!!!! We have a new World Champion!!!! NO!!!!! Mark Johnson says no!!! MVD grabbed the bottom rope!!! This match is not over!!!! Gambino remonstrates with Mark Johnson but to no avail, MVD is now beginning to get to his feet. Gambino grabs the steel chair he used earlier and places it on the mat. He grabs MVD and sets him up for the Gambino Facebuster onto the chair, but MVD manages to elbow Gambino off him. Gambino comes back at MVD, but he grabs him around the waist and then delivers The Sexiest Move (Spinning Belly to Back Suplex). Both men stay down. After a while they both begin to get to their feet. MVD hits Gambino with a couple of quick forearms and then sends him into the ropes, but he is reversed and Gambino sends MVD soaring with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. As MVD is staggering to his feet, Gambino picks up the steel chair. He readies it as MVD staggers to his feet. He raises it to hit MVD over the head, but MVD reacts and delivers the Vandaminator, knocking the chair back into Gambino's face. MVD then does a quick two thumb taunt before he holds his head and then begins to climb to the top rope. He then delivers the awesome Five Star Frog Splash. MVD covers. 1 ..2 .. Gambino somehow gets his shoulder up. MVD, unable to believe that Gambino kicked out, completely snaps. He goes after the referee and begins to threaten him, demanding to know how Gambino kicked out. Gambino begins to climb to his feet. MVD picks up the steel chair and then smashes it over Gambino's head. MVD is in a rage and places the chair over Gambino's chest. He climbs to the top rope and then he delivers a 2nd Five Star Frog Splash. He then hooks the leg. .1 2 .3!!!! The battle is finally over. MVD climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle and does a two thumb taunt, before he drops down and bends over to catch his breath.
Dawg: What can I say, the man came through once again.
Stanyer: He won the first battle, but I doubt this war is over, in fact it has only just begun.
Dawg: But the gWo has struck the first blow, and that is important.
Stanyer: MVD retains the PWF World Title, although he doesn't look much like a winner at the moment, he is still the champion, much to my displeasure.
Dawg: And has left Gambino a beaten and bloody mess in the process.
Stanyer: He'll be back, you know he will, it'll take more than this to stop Gambino.
Dawg: I wonder if the mental factor will come into it, he has just lost to MVD, physically, he will recover, but will he recover mentally.
Stanyer: Gambino will want revenge, and he will do anything, and I mean anything to get his revenge. Mark my words, he will be back.
Dawg: We shall see.
Stanyer: It's been a topsy-turvy night. Full of twists and turns. Congratulations to Homicide, who is this years Last Man Standing Champion. We'll be back soon on the next Havoc, see you all next time.
MVD is on his way up the ramp, still not in great condition, but the World Title is safely in his grasp. The camera fades to a PWF logo