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Live from Mexico City, Mexico
12th February 2002
12th February 2002
The PWF logo fades as the Armageddon intro plays to the tune of "Keep Away" by Godsmack, before we cut to the arena where Pyro's are blasting off all around the arena here in Mexico City, as the PWF begins it's World Tour.
Big Dave: Hello everyone and welcome to PWF Armageddon, we are back on TV after a short break, and we begin our World Tour right here in Mexico City. The main event for tonight has been signed, it's Power G v Big Poppa.
Gellar: You have to think that Power G will be up for it, it's as close as we will get to his Home country of Cuba.
Big Dave: Indeed, but enough of tonight, all everyone has been talking about during our break was A Dark Day in Hell. Some are calling it the greatest PWF PPV of all time, topping even The End of the World.
Gellar: The Main Event was the big talking point, mostly about how lucky Gambino was, which is totally untrue. It was him who sent Bloodbath off the top of the cage, and through the roof of the cell, despite Bloodbath's continuous onslaught.
Big Dave: Indeed, but some still feel Bloodbath deserved to win, but it's done with now, in fact, we haven't seen or heard from Bloodbath since that event.
Gellar: Interesting, the "lord of darkness" has vanished, does that really surprise anyone?
Big Dave: Maybe, Maybe not. Anyway, it's time for the opening match of the show, as Damien Cohen makes his PWF debut against Ken Kido. But first, we'll show you a video of Damien, that was given to us a few days ago, ahead of his debut.
It is evening around 11:45 p.m. Cars past by every now and again. Not a cloud sits in the deep dark sky but the moon shines brightly. Damian Cohen is sitting outside of the Precinct, which he was once employed, on his Harley. He sit's reminiscing of old times he shared at the at the offices outside as well as in. Cameras are focused on him as he looks up and begins to say something.
Damien: "Son, the year is 1998. Pain, suffering and violence have become eminent. If you aren't ready to defend yourself and show that you're alot more tougher than these punks out here on the streets. You better have another darn good reason for being a cop." Those Exact words I said to my boss just before he kicked me to the curb. Every word in that statement I meant because it is a true factor. They fire me because I was doing to these thugs what they do to everyone else day in and day out. If you ask me I was giving them all a taste of what they deserve if not enough.
Damien: This here is a challenge. A direct challenge to anyone withing the federation. Now this is not some cocky I'm better than you and I can kick everyones behind challenge. This isn't a I'm the baddest and newest mofo around kind of challenge. This is just a simple challenge to anyone who would like to step into the rings with me. To prove myself and show myself worthy of being in this here federation within. To show all that I am not a new commer push over.
Damien: I'm not here to show that I am a serious guy who takes no crap from anyone, though I must agree that I am. True I am one who believes that no other wrestler will talk to me or boss me around just as they do ring annoucers, interviewers of who ever else. I am a firm believer in you come down hard on me and I will come down on you twice as hard if not more. So if anyone would like to accept this challenge and meet me in the ring when the occasions comes. Don't hesitate to reply to the words that I have spoken. Because I will not hesitate to bully you in the ring. It's just how you play the game.
That being said, Damian Cohen rides off into the night.
Gellar: Interesting, I like the sound of this guy, he could do well here.
Big Dave: Perhaps, he has an imposing presence, which will help him in the ring.
Report: These two go hardcore pretty quickly, using various weapons on each other. Damien starts to dominate, delivering some hard blows with a Steel Chair as they go backstage. Damien gets a couple of close two counts in the area just behind the curtain. Kido manages to come back and they end up fighting in the parking lot. Kido hits a Piledriver on a car, but somehow Damien kicks out. The two then break outside, into the open air. The two slam each other into sign posts and various walls. Eventually Damien hits the Mind Relapse (DDT) on a Bench and then gets the three count.
Damien Cohen d. Ken Kido
10:14 Pinfall
Gellar: Good debut for the newcomer, Damien Cohen, even if the fans didn't take too kindly too him.
Big Dave: I don't suppose he will care much, he doesn't sound the type who cares much for anyone else, except himself of course.
Gellar: Of course.
DarkStorm is seen sitting in a dark room with two candle elumanting this dark and gloomy setting where Darkstorm is. There is a flicker by one of the candles and is seems like DarkStorm has some sort of cloak on with a hood that is covering his head. He slowly looks up and the flicker light from teh candles only reveal the bottom portion of his face, he speaks
DarkStorm: "Things happen because of events linking them together in a time frame. What can happen in these events may be written in time as destiny or as a seperate path of destiny, either way, written or unwritten, that I am fate and my name is DARKSTORM."
Storm slowly removes his hood from his head and the flickering candle light show the rest of his face now, and his eyes are fixated directly infront of him
DarkStorm: "Destiny does equal Fate, and for all things, they do lead to all..........WHO ARE YOU, to stand in my way........I shall tell you who you are, you will become a bump in the path, the path that leads me home, and the path that leads me to the ways of old, I ask you again, WHO ARE YOU, I know who you are, you stepped across my path tonight and now, with the time of prophecy coming, DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE..............ha ha ha ha ha ha ha........."
DarkStorm all of a sudden stop laughing and stares a hole into the screen. He then sits back and from the flicker of light he is wearing a T-shirt that has something across it, but can't be made out, the camera blurs to static.
We see Johnny Mayhem standing backstage with Brutal Force.
Mayhem: "I have managed to get a few words with the PWF Hardcore Tag Team Champions, Barry Burton and..."
Deep Breath.
Mayhem: "...'Bbbbrrrrrrruuuuuuuccccceee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' Leroy Greene, collectively known as Brutal Force."
Johnny looks at Leroy.
Mayhem: "Was that OK?"
Leroy: "Si! Bweno! Carry on, pour favour."
Mayhem: "Huh?"
Leroy: "Que?"
Mayhem: "What language are you speaking?"
Leroy: "It's Conversational Spanish! We are south of the border, amigo! Viva la Mexico!"
Cheap pop from the crowd.
Mayhem: "OhhhhhhhhKaaaaaayyyy. Moving on. At A Dark Day In Hell, you successfully defended your PWF Hardcore Tag Team Championship belts against not one, but two teams. Former PWF Hardcore Tag Team Champions, The Gods of War. And your own team mates from the Methods of Mayhem, The Ultimate Warriors..."
Barry gets in Johnnys face.
Barry: "We know what we did. Everyone of the fans sitting at home knows what we did. Everyone backstage knows what we did. And everyone on the internet knows... what...we ...did!"
Leroy: "And they know how we did it."
Mayhem: "You are referring to the fact that all the teams abstained from using the usual hardcore 'toys'?"
Barry: "Of course thats what he means. We all agreed on that, and we all stuck to it. Brutal Force doesn't need weapons...”
Leroy: “Que?”
Barry: “Or chairs...”
Leroy: “Que?”
Barry: “or barbwire..."
Barry holds up his Barbwire covered PWF Hardcore Tag team Championship belt.
Barry: "...or any of that other hardcore **** to put on a great match. And we certainly don't need it to win."
Leroy: "As we proved at the PPV."
Barry: "Yeah, we don't need that hardcore ****, but we like it. In fact we love all that hardcore ****!"
Leroy: "Indeed. Wise Man, he say - 'He who relies on weapons is a fool; true strength comes from within.' but Bruce Leroy, he say - 'Damn, hitting people with trashcans and chairs sure is fun!''."
Mayhem: "I am confused. If you love all the hardcore stuff, why not use it in your match."
Barry: "Why? I will tell you why. Because if you use hardcore methods in your matches, people say that's all you are able to use. That you don't have the abilities to make it to the top in the 'mainstream' belts. That you need to get a cheap pop by hitting someone with a cookie sheet to get any heat!"
Leroy: "You see, Johnny, many people, mostly on the internet, look down on the art we call hardcore, or garbage wrestling as the Japanese version is derogatorily known. They see hardcore wrestlers as substandard workers who rely on props and spots to hide their failings."
Barry: "These spotty, pale skinned geeks sit at their computers, and criticise us! Have any of them ever taken a real suplex? Have they? Or been on the road 320 days a year, or slept in their cars because they couldn't afford a motel room just so as they could work a show in a school gym in front of 15 people? Hell no! The closest they have ever gotten to wrestling is playing at it in those stupid e-feds, where they rip off real workers gimmicks and talk asinine trash on 'locker room' boards. And these are the so called 'smarts' who every day trash us and talk about 'blown spots' and 'lazy workers'. It makes me sick."
Leroy: “But the worst of it is how they deride our fans. If they like seeing a bit of blood, they call them ‘vampires’ and if they have the nerve to take enjoyment from our work without criticising every little detail, then they are just stupid ‘marks’. That is what we object to most. So the 3-way match was our way of saying...”
Barry: “**** YOU, YOU BUNCH OF FREAKS!!!!! Shut the hell up and let the real fans enjoy the show!”
Mayhem: “Fair enough I suppose. But what now?”
Leroy: “Que?”
Mayhem: “I mean, who do you face now?”
Barry: “Well, I think we should fight...”
Leroy: “Hang on! What are we doing? Why are we making such major decisions in the corridor?”
Barry: “Yeah, we should do it in private.”
Leroy: “Hell no! We should do it where all things in wrestling are decided.”
Barry: “Huh?”
Leroy: “To the ring! Barry, the ring!”
Leroy grabs Barrys arm and drags him off.
Big Dave: It looks like Brutal Force are on the hunt for some opponents tonight, I have no doubt that they will find someone willing to take up the challenge, Hardcore or not.
Gellar: Indeed, and something is suspicious about DarkStorm, he definitely has something planned.
Big Dave: He seems to have been planning it for quite some time, I've noticed a change in him, or should I say, a change back, back to "FaTe". The man he originally was when he joined the old PWF, oh so long ago.
Gellar: I wasn't around then, so I don't know much about him, Perhaps I should look up him in the PWF Archives sometime.
Big Dave: It would do you some good.
Gellar: I think I'll pass though.
Big Dave: Why?
Gellar: I'd have to listen to your voice on every show. Ha Ha Ha
Big Dave: Har de Ha ha ha. Very Funny, anyway, we can't chat forever, we have another match, Inmate has challenged Havok to a singles match tonight.
Gellar: Non title of course.
Report: Inmate starts the match off like a psychopath, he doesn't give Havok a chance. Inmate is pounding Havok down with right hands. He delivers move after move. Eventually Havok gets in the Dizzy Kick and escapes to the outside. He grabs his European Title and starts to walk up the ramp. Inmate rolls out of the ring and brings him back in the ring. Havok is still clutching his European Title. Inmate kicks Havok in the gut for the Death Sentence (Stunner), but Havok pushes him away into the ropes and then floors him with the European Title, the bell rings for the DQ as Havok gets out of the ring, and out of Inmate's way.
Inmate d. Havok
4:06 DQ
Big Dave: This was simply the wrong time to face Inmate for Havok.
Gellar: I don't think any sane man would step into the ring with him in the mood he has been in since he lost to Pitbull at the PPV. He is one pissed off hombre.
Commercial Break
The tron lights up and begins to play a video. Gambino is shown sitting alone in a darkened room. His head is bandaged up from the injuries suffered in the Hell in a Cell match against Bloodbath at Dark Day In Hell. It appears to be a pre-recorded video, as Gambino is not present at Armageddon this evening.
Gambino: "I can still hear the sound of the steel chair crashing into your head. It's a sick sound that I can't quite get out of my head. You'll never know the great pleasure it gave me to drive that cold, hard steel straight into your thick skull. It was such a great feeling to watch you bleed as I brought the chair down on you....not once, not twice, not even 3 times...but 10 times. It was purely orgasmic to hear you scream in pain as your head cracked underneath that hardened steel. Then, to watch you fly some 15 to 20 feet from the top of the cell....twice...once through the announcers table and another to the ring mat. I watched you fly through the table and crash to the floor below, and it made me proud. Seeing the pain you had suffered, and what you had just went through, only to sit up as if nothing had happend, it scared the hell out of me. But throughout all of the blood, throughout all of the thumbtacks, tables, fire, steel chairs, and the cold, unforgiving steel mesh of the cell....I survived! I was the one at the end with my hand raised in victory!
Gambino pauses for a moment
Gambino: "Your conquest, as you called it, was NOT fulfilled, Bloodbath. The World Title did, however, fall into the hands of evil, just as you said it would. An evil far worse than anything you could concoct in that sick mind of yours. An evil that would make the devil himself piss in his pants. An evil called, the gWo. In the Hell in a Cell match, you took me to hell and back. You showed me what the darkside is all about, and you gave me a taste of it...and you know what...I liked it! I think it's time that I release my own darkside. It's time that I reveal a side of myself that no one has ever seen. A more sadistic, sick, and twisted being that you could ever dream of. A being that enjoys pain, enjoys bleeding, and enjoys hurting people. Darkness will fall on the PWF, Bloodbath, but it won't be from the Cult of Shadows....no, not at all. It's time that the gWo lives to it's fullest abilities. With the addition of the Russians to the team, we're stronger than ever, and it's time that our ruling takes full effect. It's time that the PWF as you know it today, comes to an end. The darkness however, has nothing to do with the darkness you speak of...my darkness, the gWo's darkness....just as MVD said for revenge...will come in a shade of green. Right before your very eyes, you've witnessed the rise of the PWF...now, you will witness the fall of it. It's too bad I couldn't be there tonight to celebrate my victory, but unfortunately I had other engagements. But rest assured, come Saturday night, at Havoc, the rise of the PWF will end...and the rise of the gWo will begin, and we will show...no...mercy."
The lights begin to dim and the screen goes to black
The camera's catch Silas Parish, formerly The Pitbull, walking around the backstage area well after his match. Seeing the camera, the smile on his face broadens even more. He motions for the camera to follow him as he heads towards his locker room, a bottle of water in hand.
Parish: "Hey Homicide, I know you can hear me and even if you can't, I'm sure someone will replay this for ya later. I seem to recall about a week ago that you were saying that I'm not a real wrestler because I can't win without weapons or Hardcore rules. I guess I just proved your ass wrong. It makes me think what else you could be wrong about. Like your claim that you're the best US champion PWF has and that you'll never lose the belt to just anyone. Now, while I'm plainly aware that you beat Sandstorm tonight, I don't really see that as an accomplishment... do you? I mean, has Sandstorm ever even won a match since he arrived in the PWF? I don't recall any at the moment. Heh."
Silas pauses and drains half the bottle of water in one gulp.
Parish: "My point being, I wouldn't let your victory tonight inflate your already gigantic ego any further. Oh yes, you heard right, you have a gigantic ego. Now, since I proved that I don't need weapons, cheap shots or even a helping hand to kick ass here, I think that its time for you to face me. I want a US title shot Homicide, and if I have to search every square inch of this arena, hell, this planet, to find your sorry ass and kick the crap out of it, I will. Its time someone deflated your ego... and took your precious belt. I'm just the man to do it too. So what do you say Homicide? Are you gonna accept or are you gonna hide from me again?"
Silas takes another drink from the water bottle, then spits half of it onto the camera. He kicks open his locker room door and tosses the empty bottle over his shoulder before shutting it on the poor wet camera and its operator.
Big Dave: Welcome back folks, while you were away, Masta P & Q-Zee accepted the challenge of Brutal Force, and we have ourselves a non-title Tag Match.
Gellar: Please, do those two have to clog up our screens every week?
Big Dave: They are two talented, up and coming PWF Superstars. Give them a break for once.
Report: Brutal Force dominate the opening of the match, but Q-Zee and Masta P manage to take control and Masta P dominates with his power, hitting some viscious Suplex, and some big slams, and all the time, isolating Leroy from Barry. Q-Zee hits a Black Wind Driver, and then a top rope Moonsault, but Leroy kicks out. Eventually a mistake by Q-Zee lets Burton back into the match, and he comes in and storms both Masta P and Q-Zee. And despite a brief comeback, he hits the Seconds Out combo and gets the win with a pin on Q-Zee.
Brutal Force d. Masta P & Q-Zee
8:51 Pinfall
Big Dave: Masta P and Q-Zee have impressed again as a tag team, but the experience of Brutal Force has shown through as they pick up the win.
Eddie Hunter, the rarely seen rookie, is in his locker room. He is playing his Playstation 2 and what looks to be him playing Grand Theft Auto 3. Suddenly there is a knock on the door.
Eddie: Come on in.
The worker enters the room.
Worker:Eddie, everyone wants to know when your going to debut because right now...you look like a no talent loser.
Eddie: -in a black voice-Foo, you was wrong fo dat! Any matches open for next event?
Worker:Well, right now the only one I am aware of is Hanibal and a mystery opponent vs. Grimm and Ortiz.
Eddie: Ortiz?
Worker:Ortiz.
Eddie: ...Who is that?
Worker:He is..
Eddie: Oh well, I will go tell Hanibal I would be glad to help him.
Eddie gets up and pushes the worker out of the way. He walks down the never ending hallways to Hanibals room. knock knock knock.
Hanibal: Who is it?
Eddie: Yo moma mofo!
Hanibal: Would you care to repeat that?
Eddie: I said this is Eddie Hunter mofo!
Hanibal: What the @#%$ do you want?
Eddie: B!tch, just open this door.
Hanibal opens the door. Eddie enters.
Eddie: I see you need a partner.
Hanibal: I guess I do.
Eddie: Shutup and let me talk.
Hanibal: What the...
Eddie: Just hear me out! You need a partner. A partner for a match that is totally lacking of competition, with the exception of you. I need a match to debut. And what a better way to debut then to beat my first opponents? I mean look at it. I beat Grimm and Orbits and maybe I can be noticed. Of course, after we win I will be there to help you out. But I just need a match to debut with!
Hanibal: .....
Eddie: Dick.
Hanibal: I like your attitude. All right, this should make my win even easier.
Eddie: Damn straight. I will go tell the dickheads, called fans what's goin down.
Eddie stands up and does a victory dance while heading out the door.
The PWF arena is silent after the comments when out of nowhere a voice says "Break" and then one step closer by Linkin Park hits. Red and Black Pyros explode as Grimm and Mikey ORtiz walk oout on the stage. Both Me have a C.O.S shirt on but Grimm has torn jeans and a red banada while Mikey has khakis a a PWF hat on. The 2 run down to the ring and slide in, Mikey hops the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the cheering crowd as Grimm pulls a mic from his jeans
Grimm: So How do you like our Tag Team Theme Music?
Crowd Cheers In Approvement
Grimm: Well with that said I just gotta say.....He's Here!!!!!
Crowd cheers louder
Grimm: Hanibal you think I need help? I brought Mikey here in the PWF to get one thing done that Canadian KAos couldn't..win the hardcore Tag Titles! With that said I'm gonna turn it over to him...ehehehe...Mikey The Miracle Ortiz!
Grimm hands the mic to Mikey
Mikey: Well well well...Hanibal you say you weren't scared? naughty naughty didn't your mother tell you not to lie? Lets take a look at this clip from last night to show how scared you really were
The Titan Tron shows the match from last night
Hanibal climbs to the top rope and calls for the Respection (Top rope 1 man conchairito). Suddenly Click Click Boom by Saliva hits and the Words I just kicked your ass go on the screen. Hanibal’s eyes widen and he turns a shade of ghost white. Suddenly pyros explode and a guy wearing a Tito Ortiz shirt, Beanie, and shorts walks out. He looks at Hanibal and runs down to the ring. Hanibal tries to meet the guy with a chair shot but the man ducks it and locks in the tazmission
Mikey: the part when Hanibal’s eyes widen and he turns a shade of ghost white..that was the best part of the whole night...because then you finally knew what was going to happen..Boom Right through the glass C4 table...The ORtiz Effect! Hanibal you don't scare me with your 2 bit lines of NEVERMIND! or your stupid fairy princess attire that you wear down to the ring...When you step into the ring with the Miracle you are bound to get hurt and that's what you excatly found out!
Mikey hands back the mic to Grimm
Grimm: I have another problem...and vey vare vhe Vussians! You jumped me and King Volcano outta nowhere and you think that we will take it sitting down...well guess what...hehe..King Volcano might have his hands tied with stuff like the other memebers of the gWo but me and Mikey are ready to kick some Vussian ass! Caussak...and whatever your partners name How about later we have a Chain match...not just any...straight from the heart of Mother Vussia..A Vussian Chain match!!! So if you accept then let it begin!!
Grimm and Mikey roll out of the ring and head back to their locker room
The scene cuts in, the screen is covered in red, slowly the camera zooms out,snow falling madly, the red color revealed to be a thermometer, the temperature, -10 degrees celcius. The snow continues to fall as the camera pans over to two figures sitting in the distance. The Russians sitting in fold-out chairs, wearing shorts and gWo t-shirt's, and drinking not their usual drink, but a summer time favorite, iced-tea. They pay no attention to the snow, or the below freezing temperature, but just lounge outside the gWo room before noticing the camera which is on them
Wowbowski: Who zee hell are you, and vhat zee hell vas dat
Cossak: Da.
Wowbowski: No von, and i mean no von, messes vith gWo, vith zee champ comrade Gambino. Ve simply step in, and protect him from odd person fightingk
Cossak: Da.
Wowbowski: Dat is only problem ve Vrussians have vith you.
Cossak: Nyet, Ve have other problems too.
Wowbowski: Ve do?
Cossak: Da, Ve have problem vith your pathetic americanski attempt to do a polski accent. Zee Pols deserve better than dat, you pathetic muddacks.
Cossak stops and thinks for a brief second
Cossak: And vhat is a Voo-shun chain match, never heard of it, must be from USA.
Wowbowski: Must be
Cossak: but now ve must enjoy the bo ti ful veather and do sun tans
Wowbowski: Da. Do Svidanya
Camera zooms out, snow covering the view of the two russians as the camera fades away
Gellar: Damn, their trip to Russia has definitely made their english worse.
Big Dave: I agree, I could hardly understand a word they said, but I think they accepted the challenge of Ortiz and Grimm.
Gellar: A Vrussian Chain Match, interesting.
Big Dave: Very, but we move onto our next match, in which Davey K attempts to exact some revenge on the gWo for costing him his European title, by taking on his old rival, MVD.
Report: MVD and Davey have some quick early exchanges until MVD takes over and starts to reel off his offence. He hits the Stinky Leg Drop, and then the Old Man Stink, but only gets a two count. A Flying Kick, and a Spinning Wheel Kick get more close falls. MVD hits a rare Sitout Powerbomb, but still Davey kicks out. Eventually Davey manages to turn the tide of the match and hits a Neckbreaker, and a Facebuster. Davey K goes for a few high damage suplexes, but MVD kicks out. Eventually as Davey is going for the Superstar Slam, Power G comes down to ringside, and distracts the referee. MVD gets in a Low Blow, and then comes off the ropes and hits the FrogAsser. MVD covers and gets the win. Power G then slides in the ring and he and MVD double team Davey until Masta P & Q-Zee come down and slide in the ring, as the gWo exit around the sides and back up the aisle.
MVD d. Davey
7:40 Pinfall
Big Dave: Damn gWo cheats again, it's not even worth talking about anymore, we just expect them to cheat to win.
Gellar: MVD & Power G didn't cheat to beat Poppa & Sabre.
Big Dave: Doesn't mean they didn't plan to.
Gellar: So? Get to the point.
Big Dave: They aren't worth it.
Jason Hunt is standing up against a wall and he is wearing blue wind pants with white lines down the side of them and a blue hat. He has a black tight muscle shirt on and he is sipping on a soda.
Hunt: At a Dark Day In Hell, I was once again the underdog. This time against Travis Right. Now I will be the first to admit that I did not train one bit to face this guy. I mean come on now, why would I want to go and do a thing like that? Continuing...he actually did the opposite of what I presumed he'd do; he put up a fight against me. Certainly I was shocked, but did I let it get to me? Newp. While some of you doubted me, in the back of my mind I had a game plan and I knew that somehow someway I was going to come out on top. Imagine that, I actually lived up to a promise unlike some people. Some people are going to go and pull some stupid stuff and say that I didn't deserve to win and that I barelly pulled off the win. "Luck" is a word that I have often been hearing ever since then. There was no luck involved in my victory at the pay-per-view. Just pure skill, and now that I have beaten Travis Right I am just one more up on the gWo.
Hunt takes a sip of his soda and then he continues to talk.
Hunt: This is just so amazing isn't it? Jason Hunt, one man...is single handedly taking down the gWo one by one. I knew that I would be able to do it, but I just never thought that I would be able to do it so damn easily. The only guy who has put up a challenge against me is Gambino and well he is the World Champ. I would at least expect that from him.
Jason reaches deep into the pockets of his wind pants and he pulls out several small crumpled pieces of paper. He unfolds them and then he pulls out a pair of reading glasses and he puts them on. He snaps the paper and prepares to read it.
Hunt: *affirming cough* I prepared a speech for my victory, that I am now going to read to all of my loyal JasonHolics.
"To all of my loyal JasonHolics, it is I your beloved Jason Hunt. If I am reading this to you all, then that means I kicked Travis Rights ass. It was probably really cool seeing my hand get raised and what not but let's leave that for another time and day. I am surpassed all of expectations and cleared all of the obstacles. Amazingly I am standing here today a victorious man. I have overcome all the odds and withstood all the verbal abuse and doubts from all the non believers and the non JasonHolics. I have continued my onslaught of the gWo with little resistance. To think that in so little time I have done and accomplished so much. None of this would have been possible without the millions of JasonHolics that have followed me through all the good and bad times in my life. Beginning in high school when I was the most popular and coolest most athletic guy. You supported me back when I was a great lacrosse player and when I was known as "Mr. North Carolina" Without all of you people, I would be at the same place I am now, but not as much loved. I am thankful and very grateful for being so awesome and for having parents who had the really cool genes and chromosomes that made me what I am today. After completing this heroic act of beating the evil Travis Right, everyone is left with the mind boggling question. "What now for Jason Hunt?" Well I am here to tell you all what is next for Jason Hunt. Next on the plate for Jason Hunt is to get some really bodacious gold around my waist. I think that a nice new title belt on the mantel above the fire place of my 3 millions dollar home would be really nice. I even think that it would be generous of me to allow tour visits to my house to see the title once a week. Of course my home is in North Carolina as I like to represent my home town. Let us recap my previous statements. I am really good, you all doubted me, I won, I rule, i'm gonna get a title for my house, offer tours and ya. I will leave you all with a thought, "What makes Jason Hunt so good" You can think about that one yourself. Thank you and good night.
Hunt: So what did you all think? I wrote that all by myself, it like so totally ruled. Anyways, i'm not finished with the gWo and ya...
Jason Hunts pulls out a can of spray paint and he spray paints "Jason Hunt rulz!" on the wall behind him and then he chucks the can into the street and he walks off casually.
"House of 1000 Corpses" by Rob Zombie plays as the arena fills with smoke and the lights dim. Red lasers are moving around randomly through the smoke. Suddenly Eddie Hunter walks out wearing a black backwards Batman cap, some jean shorts, an Eddie Hunter shirt, and some shades. Eddie stops at the edge of the ramp as the fans are surprised to see him out. He walks down the ramp yelling things at the fans. He slides into the ring and pulls a mic out of his back pocket.
Eddie: Well, I have something to say for once. I am finally making my in the ring debut! Yes that's right, at Havoc. If I'm not mistaking all of you out here know about Hanibal, right? -fans boo- I guess so. Well, you must know about him being in the tag match with a not so mysterious partner. Because I am him. I am his partner. Yes, me Eddie Hang 'Em High Hunter! Triple H, whatever you wanna call me. Hell I dont even care if you call me a dick, as long as I still am better then you all. I have been to many places, and I know how the fans work. But will I ever like them? Nope. You are just a bunch of rednecks with no teeth who yell things at us. With the ocassional beer thrower. The only thing you guys are good for is to pay me. Well, now I am not even talking about my match see what you did? See, from my experience with Bman, I know he is a decent opponent. Sure we haven't faced each other much but I have still seen a lot of his matches. Now he is Grimm, and I am Eddie Hunter. Strange. I want to know if you still have your hardcore touch Grimm. How about we put something else in that match, other then people. Let's say the use of weapons...a hardcore match. About his Orbitz guy, nobody cares about you. All your doing is ruining Grimm's win record. I can't wait to make you look like a fool!
Eddie stands for a moment then House of 1000 corpses plays gain. He drops the mic and and jumps over the top rope. He walks up the ramp giving the fans the bird.
Big Dave: Well I guess Hanibal now has himself a partner to face Grimm and Ortiz this Saturday, in Brazil. He's impressed us all with his mic skills since joining the PWF, now we find out how good he is in the ring.
Gellar: I see the referee holding a chain, I guess it's time for our Russian Chain Match.
Big Dave: Indeed it is.
Report: The two teams exchange punches with their free hands and then the chains get involved. The two pairings split up, Grimm and Cossak on the outside, Wowbowski and Grimm on the inside. Wowbowski dominates on the inside, whipping Grimm with the chain, and then wrapping it around his fist for extra damage. On the outside Cossak dominates Ortiz, but he keeps coming back and spearing Cossak down and trying to beat him with punches. In the ring Wowbowski gets 3 corners, but not 4. Grimm then makes a big comeback and gets three corners, but Wowbowski manages to stop him getting the 4th. Grimm hits the Fear Factor and gets three corners, when Cossak has to stop him. Ortiz takes Cossak down. Wowbowski then hits a low blow on Grimm and then somehow manages to get all 4 corners and takes the win.
The Russians d. Suicidal Intentions
9:35 Pinfall
Big Dave: The Russians victorious on their return.
Gellar: They challenged them to a Russian Chain Match, they shouldn't be surprised when they lose it.
Mayhem hates talking to Sabre. However... he was paid to do this one... grubby little whore. That's what Sabre is thinking as Mayhem sticks his... microphone out.
Mayhem: Sabre.
Sabre: Y'ello.
Mayhem: Tonight, your facing Darkstorm, after accepting his match proposal.
Sabre: Yup.
Mayhem: Any reason as to why this is?
Sabre: Cuz I'll fight and I'll win, darn it!
Mayhem: And you're basing this on?
Sabre: The fact that Mexicans freakin love me!
Mayhem: Oh.
Sabre: You're damn right 'oh'. Never thought of that, eh? And I spose you wanna know WHY Mexicans love me, dontcha.
Mayhem: No...
Sabre: Huh?
Mayhem: I said please let me know.
Sabre: Mexican fans always love the good guy. They ALWAYS barrack for the guy with the slick hair and husky voice. According to the Ponds institute, 25% of husky voiced men win wrestling matches due to crowd approval in Mexico. Not only that, but I look like Ricky Martin. Y'know. The livin la vida loca dude. Mexicans love guys that look like people that come from Mexico. So combine that with my huskiness, and how can I not lose?
Mayhem looks Sabs up and down...
Mayhem: I'm sorry, but you don't look like Ricky Martin. Not at all. And I don't believe Ricky Martin is Mexican...
Sabre: Heck yes I do. And heck yes I think he does. Y'know Mayhem... you're lucky I'm not the gothic type that kills reporters with their bloody rusty scythes, or else you'd be bleeding pretty damn bad right now.
Mayhem: Sorry. I'm taking advantage of your soft side.
Sabre: *Sigh* So many people do, Mayhem.
Mayhem: Well... with that onto Darkstorm. Apart from your statistics, any other reason for the match? You two don't cross paths too often.
Sabre: Any other reason for the match? He asked, I accepted. Simple stuff.
Mayhem: Uh huh. Nothing you wanna say to him?
Sabre: Hmmm... did I mention I'll fight and I'll win?
Mayhem: Yes.
Sabre: Then I must be going. Taa taa.
Sabre walks about five metres and then stops, looking away from Mayhem.
Big Dave: Well, that was pre-recorded earlier tonight, and since then, DarkStorm has vanished, without a trace, his locker room is empty, all his stuff is there, but he is not there.
Gellar: So what are we going to do?
Big Dave: I don't know, wait, I'm told someone has stepped in at the last minute to face him.
Gellar: Who then?
Big Dave: Streetlyfe has suddenly decided he wants a match.
Report: Streetlyfe is mesmerised by the speed of Sabre, who seems to have found a new focus, despite losing at the PPV. Sabre hits Hurricanranna's, arm drags, flying dropkicks, Streetlyfe barely gets in a move and eventually Sabre hits the 450 Splash and scores a very easy victory.
Sabre d. Streetlyfe
2:36 Pinfall
Big Dave: A very simple win for Sabre, he was extremely focused in that match, I've never seen him like that before.
Gellar: Neither have I, very strange, perhaps he and Poppa broke their silence.
Walk by Pantera hits and the crowd goes crazy..With Blu flashing lights and a dim arena..Hanibal steps through the curtian. Hanibal has taped up ribs and a heavily taped forearm..the crowd boos as he limps to the ring and rolls in
Hanibal smerks as the crowd lets out an enormous boo..
Hanibal: Who in the Hell is Mikey Ortiz? *Hanibal laughs...I mean come on..who is this guy?...this was the Guy i was susposed to be afraid of..this was the guy that was "Coming"...and now that he came..Nobody gives a rats ass! But Mictchell listen up..I guess you didn't hear the Message a gave Grimm about bringing people into our business..It was suspose to be one on one..but NO! Grimm knew, Just like have known and preached for months now..Grimm can't beat me! And our match at ADDIH proves it..He brought you in for back up ...and judging from the results..you are good at what you do..but Mitchell Ortiz..In that one second..that one intense..that one action..you became MY BUSINESS! And you can see from my past I'm quite the business man...But you see thats not what im out here to talk about... not only did your no talent ass attack me from behind...you had the audasity to challenge me and a partener to a match..and while I was lying in a pool of my own blood..a smile grew on my face..Because i realized not only am I going to get a chance to kick the living hell out of grimm again, but I also get the chance to do the same to you. So what im saying is..I have a partner...you have that ass clown Grimm so sure I'd be glad to kick your ass! But if you don't have the balls..then..NEVERMIND!
Hanibal's music hits as he falls to the mat and rolls out of the Ring..he makes his way up the ramp and back to his locker room.
The scene opens up and we see a close-up shot of Mr. Walrus, fresh off of his tag team victory at Dark Day In Hell. Walrus' head is visible, but the rest of him is off camera. Walrus adjusts his toque, then starts to walk. The camera keeps up with him, Walrus' head still filling the frame.
Walrus: A Dark Day In Hell it was indeed, for Showstopper and Heelmaster. Theros and I took them to the Edge of Madness, and The Heelmaster went right over. Hehehehehe...
Walrus laughs ominously, then lets out a yelp. His head is no longer in the frame, and a thud is heard. Walrus' head pops back into the frame and he keeps walking like nothing happened.
CM: Watch out, it's icy.
Walrus ignores the camera man and keeps walking and talking.
Walrus: On Armageddon I have the Showstopper. He professes that he stops the show, but I guess that I'll have to stop his show...
Walrus trails off and stares intensely at the camera, then a lightpost comes into the shot, followed by a loud clang, then a thud as Walrus slips, collides with it, and falls over. Walrus pops back into the frame, the moves around the lightpost and continues walking like that never happened.
Walrus: Showstopper, you are the next Victim of the Wrath of the Walrus... beware...
The camera fades out.
Big Dave: We move onto our 2nd to last match, Showstopper v Mr Walrus.
Report: Showstopper and Walrus have a very close match, Walrus hits a Belly to Belly Suplex. Showstopper connects with the Showstoppin' Slug and then hits a couple of evil looking suplexes. Showstopper seems to be in control when Walrus hits a Spinebuster and then goes for the Walrus Elbow, but as he does the Do the Walrus Strut, Showstopper gets up and kicks him in the gut and hits Stoppin' Da Show and gets the win. Immediately as the bell rings Heelmaster comes running down and attacks Showstopper. The two brawl in the ring before security breaks them up.
Showstopper d. Walrus
7:44 Pinfall
Commercial Break
The camera cuts to the lcker room of the Cult of Shadows. There is nobody in the room, but the lights are still on. The camera passes King Volcano's locker, full of random items. Then, it coms to Grimm's, which is also full of various things. As it comes to Blodbath's locker, it stops. There is nothing of Bloodbath's left in the locker. Only the name plate on top remains and there is a note hanging on the locker. It reads
The time has come and gone. The World Title slipped straight through my grasp. In the Cell, my home, I was defeated by Antonio Gambino. But, was I really defeated by him? Was I defeated by the gWo? I don't see it that way. The only person that caused me to come out a loser at Dark Day in Hell was myself. I flew from the top of the cage through an announcer's table. I fell straight through the roofing of the cell. But, I kept my dream alive by continuing the match. My will......my strength.........my desire....was not strong enough to overcome my adversary. The question is not 'HOW did Blodbath lose?' The question is not 'WHY did Bloodbath lose?' The ultimate question is 'What is next for Bloodbath?' I had my chance and it passed me by. Should I continue a hopeless struggle? Or should I go back to the darkness and stay there? My decision will be known shortly. But, until then, I will become a shadow. I will be following everybody. They will not know it, but I'll be there. I will keep my distance and remain un-noticed for the time being. All that I can say is that soon there shall be a change in the Cult of Shadows. A change that will affect the entire federation, even the gWo. Whether or not I will have anything to do wit this change is undecided, but until then, don't worry about my little games or tricks. That time is over, and a new time has approached the PWF. Consider this a good-bye if you wish. But, be cautious of what you do, because you never know what is lurking in the shadows.
.................................................. - Bloodbath
Report: These two pick up where they left off at the PPV. Power G destroys Poppa's chest with hard chops. Poppa comes back and hits the Showstopping Slam. Power G kicks out. Poppa hits a German Suplex, Power G comes back with a Back Body Flip and then some repeated Knee Strikes. Power G hits the Mini Chops and gets a close two count. Power G hits a Moonsault and then a Tiger Suplex with a bridge nearly gets the win. Poppa comes back and hits the Paptizer, and gets a close two count. But Power G manages to escape and hits the G Power Slam and pulls out the win.
Power G d. Big Poppa
10:27 Pinfall
Big Dave: Well, Power G picks up the win, in front of some of his family I am told. We are out of time for this short edition of Armageddon. We'll see you Saturday for Havoc. Goodnight folks.