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Live from Melbourne, Australia
27th February 2002
27th February 2002
Pyro's blast off all around the arena as 18000 screaming Aussies go wild for the start of the Australian Tour. The camera pans across the fans before swooping down to the announcers table.
Big Dave: Hello everyone, and welcome to Armageddon, we are here in beautiful, sunny Melbourne, Australia for the 5th stop of the PWF World Tour.
Gellar: It's a big night tonight for one man, that man being Sabre, he's returning to his Home Country to wrestle for the first time in a VERY long time.
Big Dave: I'm told it's been over 4 years since he last wrestled in this country, that's a long time in this business.
Gellar: He was apparantely given a choice of who to wrestle tonight, and for some reason, he chose Travis Right.
Big Dave: Well, he has been making jokes about him for months, it's about time really.
Gellar: Yeah, but does he really want to lose in front of his own people?
Big Dave: Who said he was going to lose?
Gellar: Doh!! He's facing a member of the gWo, of course he is going to lose.
Big Dave: If you say so.
Gellar: But now, we have some lovely footage from Monday afternoon.
Big Dave: Yes, this was a press conference called by the Commissioner, Antonio Gambino.
The cameras open up in a room full of reporters, all seated in rows of seats spanning the whole width of the room. There is a stage in the front of the room and on the stage is a podium, with the PWF logo on the front of it. Ted Tedison walks to the podium
Tedison: "Thanks for coming everyone. We'll get this started in just a moment. I'd just like to say how happy the PWF is to be here, and how proud we are to bring our great show across the seas for your viewing pleasure."
A man walks up to Tedison and whispers something to him
Tedison: "Oh, right. Well, it appears as though we're ready to get started. So without further delay, the PWF Commissioner and World Champion, Antonio Gambino."
Gambino walks out onto the stage from behind a curtain and goes to the podium
Gambino: "Hello everyone. Before we get started, I gotta take care of something real quick."
Gambino reaches behind the podium and pulls out a can of green spray paint. He then walks around to the front of the podium and looks at the PWF logo
Gambino: "Now this isn't right."
Gambino takes the can and sprays over the PWF logo, gWo. He then takes his place back behind the podium as the crowd begins getting restless
Gambino: "That's better. First off, as Teddy said, we are proud to be here in Japan for the King of the Death Match tournament. Japan has been the site of many great death matches, and is where the death match was pretty much created. Now I'll be taking questions, so why don't we get started."
Several of the reporters in the front begin raising their hands and calling Gambino's name. Gambino points at a man in the front row
Reporter #1: "What sorts of matches should people look forward to seeing at the pay per view?"
Gambino: "Well, they haven't actually been anounced in full yet. But you can expect to see some of the greatest competitors in the world at the show, no doubt. With gWo and myself leading up the pack, of course."
Gambino then points to a young lady in the third row back. She's wearing a skirt that ends just above her knees, and a business type blouse that reveals a bit of her cleavage
Reporter #2: "You're the PWF Champion, correct?"
Gambino: "Yeah, that's correct"
Reporter #2: "Will you be defending your title at the event? If so, who will you be defending it against?"
Gambino: "Of course I'll be defending it. Against who, doesn't matter, because the outcome is always the same anyways. I do offer private performances too. If you'd like one, I'm staying at the Hotel across the street, room 69. Look me up sweatheart."
The female reporter begins blushing as she looks around the room, obviously embarassed. She sits back down in her seat. Then, the doors at the back of the room burst open and in walks Davey K and the Playaz Club
Davey K: "Hey, hey, hey! Why wasn't I invited to this little get-together? I'm a much bigga superstar than this fool!"
Gambino: "Ah, ladies and gentlemen, this is my very good friend, The Supastar, Davey K. Sorry Davey, but, when they needed someone to represent the PWF, they wanted someone that is considered a real champion. I hear they're having a Comic Book convention down the road though, maybe you could go speak there. I'm sure they'd welcome a joke like you into the wonderful world of comics. Then again, when you tell them that you and those two jackass's behind you, plan to take down the gWo...I just think it would be too much for them to handle."
Davey K starts to charge the stage where Gambino is standing when security grabs ahold of him and holds him back
Gambino: "Hey guys, make sure you don't rough him up too much. He's sensitive. I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen, but I'm gonna have to cut this press conference short. My good buddy Tedison here will answer all of your questions from now on."
Gambino steps away from the podium and grabs Tedison, who tries to pull away and is reluctant to get on the microphone. Gambino gives him a push and Tedison almost falls into the podium
Tedison: "Well, uh....."
The cameras then fade out as Gambino leaves through the same curtain that he entered through
Big Dave: I wonder who Gambino will have to face, I'm sure we will find out on this weeks Havoc.
Gellar: I hope it's Davey K, so we can watch Gambino pound him into the mat again.
Big Dave: Okay, anyway, we move quickly onto our opening match, where Heelmaster takes on Mr Walrus.
Report: As soon as the bell rings Walrus tries to knock the hell out of Heelmaster with items all around the ring. Walrus hits a bowling ball to the head of Heelmaster almost giving him the win but Heelmaster kicked out. Walrus's attempt to keep the hardcore submissionist down was not successful after a kick to the side of Heelmaster. Heelmaster locked in an ankle lock and won the match.
Heelmaster d. Mr Walrus
6:15 Submission.
Big Dave: Heelmaster picks up the win over Walrus with the Ankle Lock. Now we've been told Sabre has given the production crew a tape to play, we've no idea what is on this tape, but I'm sure it will be the usual Sabre nonsense.
Thunder roars and lightning flashes outside as rain patters against the pane glass window of a dark room. A shadowy figure, enveloped in... uhhh... shadow... can be seen in a corner, with only a wisp of light from a nearby candle showing his features... which are featureless due to the shadow.
Some scary guy: One day, you will all die. Whether it be from a piano falling on your head, or just old age, I dunno. But when it happens I will laugh. That is, if I'm alive at the time.
The dude laughs out loud, much like he would if he was alive and you were all dead....
Still the same scary guy: One day, I will sweep my plague around the halls of the PWF... breaking pencils in half, hiding Showstoppers shoes from him, calling Gambino but hanging up quickly when he says 'hello'... Mwahaahaa... it's gonna be sweeeeet...
The shadowy fellow rubs his hands together... which you can now see because the prop guy has a spotlight on them... ahhh crap, I've said too much.
Dark guy: I've tried so hard, and got so far... but in the end, it doesn't even matter. Wake up! Grab a brush and put a little make up! Hide the scars to fade away the shake up! Why'd you leave the keys upon the table! Here you go create another fable. That's what you'll be thinking when I invade the PWF! When I inject the nWo type poison to kill this federation, you'll all say: God help us all! But there is no God you fools! Mwahaahaa!!!.......... actually...... I can't really back that up.
The dood scratches his head before continuing...
Moron: Well... basically when I'm done with this place, you'll all be STUPIFIED!!!... is that even a word? Goddammit, I wanna talk to the script writer! Where the hell is he?!?
Sabre takes off the cloak and marches away from the 'spooky warehouse' set, and points a finger at the director...
Sabre: You told me this thing would work, but here I am using words like 'stupify'?!? Consider yourself fired, bucko!
Director: Sabs, Sabs, listen to me! This whole 'goth' thing may have been soooo three years ago yesterday, but it's coming back in a very big wave! And we want YOU riding that wave, Sabs! You deserve this gimmick, you deserve to be recognised as the leading dark man in this federation!
Sabre: You're right! I deserve to be the one bringing back this angle! I'm gonna march right up to.... waitaminute...... No! You're still fired!
Sabre leaves the poor guy as he goes in search of a coffee....
Big Dave: HAHAHA!! Where Sabre is, there is always Entertainment.
Gellar: That wasn't funny.
Big Dave: Ah, sorry, I forgot you had a sense of humour bypass.
Gellar: And I'll take that as an insult.
Big Dave: Good, it was intended that way.
Gellar: Right that's it, I've had enough of this. Screw you, I'm going to get a sun-tan, you can do this show on your own.
Eric Gellar pulls of his headset and leaves the announcers table to some curious looks from the crowd, he heads off up the ramp and through the curtain, Big Dave looks quite shocked.
Big Dave: I'm not sure what to say after that, I guess I'm going to have to call this one on my own, I don't know. Let's go to a break while we sort this one out.
We return to the arena to the strains of "Snap your Finger's, Snap your Neck" by Prong, MVD is walking down the aisle. He goes around the ring and then sits down at the announcers table.
Big Dave: Mr. Van Dam, what brings you to the announcers booth?
MVD: What brings me here? I'm here to save the show of course.
Big Dave: Save the show?
MVD: Yeah, after you just balls'd it all up before the break, the ratings crashed to almost zero with only you here. But no worries, now MVD is here, the ratins will go through the roof.
Big Dave: But I thought we couldn't get the ratings until the next day?
MVD: Shut up Dave, you don't know anything, now call this match.
Big Dave: Okay…. Our next match is Davey K v Streetlyfe. Davey will be looking for a win after his dissapointing defeat in the King of the Death Tournament.
MVD: Are you kidding? That was beautiful man, watching Davey get hit with that Flaming Chair.
Big Dave: Whatever.
Report: The Superstar starts out on the offensive hitting Streetlyfe with left hands and high kicks to the head. Davey tries the Superstar Slam early on but gets thrown over the top. MVD quickly leaves the announcers table and delivers the FrogAsser to Davey before he rolls him into the ring and have Streetlyfe hit the Gansta Drop from the win
Streetlyfe d. Davey K
5:12 Pinfall
Big Dave: What was the point of doing that? You just interfered in that match for no reason!!
MVD: Who said there was no reason? Someone has to keep jobbers like Davey K in check. I mean we can't have them winning for gods sake.
Big Dave: Davey K isn't a jobber!!!
MVD: Who are you kiddi….. What? You got a problem?
Davey K has come up to MVD at the announcers table.
MVD: What? You wanna start a fight? Why don't you save it till Havoc, me and you one on one. I think you can understand that.
Davey K gives MVD a look and then nods his head in acknowledgement before backing off, not taking his eyes off MVD until he is well out of striking range.
MVD: You see what I have to put up with? Now I have to put a jobber in his place. Oh well, will be a good warm up for the PPV. Not that we really need one. Me and G-man could take down those two fools tomorrow if they asked us.
Big Dave: Well I am sure that Davey will see things a lot differently, especially when it comes to Havoc.
The camera opens up to the plains of Australia. In the distance, you can see wild kangaroos and koalas roaming freely. The camera then zooms over towards the venue that will host this weeks edition of PWF Armageddon. A limo pulls up to the doors and the camera shows the license plate which reads "MoM". As the fans see this, you can hear them screaming "MoM" chants. Sandstorm steps out of the limo to a cameraman asking questions.
Cameraman: Sandstorm, Sandstorm, it seems as if PWF superstar Reaper has taken you up on your open challenge for tonight.
Sandstorm: OK, and?
Cameraman: Ummmm......well, what do you have to say about that?
Sandstorm: Reaper, you dare challenge me? The Rage Of The Sahara: Sandstorm? Well, I can't blame you, why wouldn't you want to be in the ring with me, I mean, after losing to me, it could really boost your career. Like someone said "I'll make you famous". Hmmmm, who said that anyway.
Cameraman: Oh, that would be The Und......
Sandstorm: Oh well, it doesn't really matter anyways. Well Reaper, that name of yours must have some meaning behind it, and being the intellectual wonder that I am, I know what that meaning is. It means, that you are the keeper of souls, and the bringer of death. You know Reaper, you may be the bringer of death, but tonight, I am the bringer of pain, and you, my unfortunate friend, are my main target.
Sandstorm non-chalauntly pushes the cameraman out of the way, grabs his gym bag from the trunk, and head into the arena, signing a couple autographs on the way in.
During the PWF's last night in Cape Town, Sabre & Poppa are painting the town red........... in celebration of Poppa's win over Inmate and getting one over on the gWo....... in a busy bar called "the watering hole"
The scene cuts to the Sabre * Poppa at the bar downing Sabre's native brew "Castlemine XXXX
Sabre: - Ahhhhh thats better, I tell ya Poppa, MVD did not know what hit him, its about time someone taught that guy a lesson..
Poppa: - Your not wrong my insane friend, we Paptized them real good...
Sabre: - And we get to kick their ass'es again at King Of The Deathmatch......... and we''ll be champions again!
Poppa: - I'm sorry I accused you of blowing the match against the gWo Sabre......... this time they'll be no mistakes!
Sabre & Poppa at this point stand up embrace each other in a sign of unity................ but suddenly the bar starts to empty and they are left alone
Sabre: & Poppa: - WHAT THE HELL?!?!
Suddenly a shout is heard from behind the bar.......... WHATS UP GUYS!
Suddenly MVD & Power G emerge from behind the bar taking Sabre & Poppa completely by surprise............ and each smash a glass bottle over the heads of the S & P
As Sabre & Poppa lay scrawned across the bar room floor, MVD continues to bitch as he stands over his fallen enemies
MVD: - So you thought you got one over on the gWo did you Sabre! MVD soccer kicks Sabre in the ribs
MVD: - And you Poppa, how does it feel to get paptized? MVD soccer kicks Poppa in the ribs
MVD: - Hey G, why don't you stick on some appropriate music while I kick these guys around some more?
MVD pulls a quarter out of his jeans and flicks it to Power G who approaches the DukeBox excitedly
As the music begins a look of disgust appears on the face of MVD
MVD: - G??? You played Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson, are you nuts?
Power G just stands shrugging his shoulders at MVD
MVD: - Nevermind, its kinda appropriate, we are kinda smooth!
As the song plays, MVD begins to mock the lyrics as he does a number on S & P
MVD: - As we came into the window, was the sound of the gWo!
Came into your apartment, left the bloodstains on the carpet!
You came into the bar room, you've been struck down and its your doom!
OH Sabre are you ok are you ok Sabre?
Oh Poppa are you ok are you ok Poppa
At this point Power G picks up Sabre and dismantles him with an awesome "G Power Slam" through a table and MVD picks up Sabre and leans him against the wall........... he throws a wooden chair to him which he duelly catches and WHAM! MVD connects with a deadly Van-Daminator!
MVD: - You got hit by, you got hit by............ a Van Daminator!
MVD and Power G leave the bar in a wrecked state and the camera zooms to the 2 broken bodies of S & P lying on the floor and all that can be heard is a big " MU-HA-HA" as MVD & Power G leave
Big Dave: Hey, what's going on, we weren't going to show that footage.
MVD: Didn't I mention that this was the gWo show now? Ooops, sorry, my mistake.
Big Dave: I'll be damned if this show ever becomes the gWo show.
MVD: Too late.
Big Dave: Please end the show now, please.
MVD: Tough, it's my man, the great, the legend, the awesome, the former PWF World Champion, one half of the GREATEST Tag Team of all time, the amazing, the spectacular, Power G!!!!
Report: Before Power G can get to the bottom of the ramp from his attack King Volcano runs down and throws him into the ring. Volcano slides in as the bell rings and goes right for a submission. Volcano powers through most of the match using shoulder breakers and back breakers to his advantage. Power G slips out of a Eruption of Destruction attempt and slides out where Volcano follows. MVD still at Ringside hits the Van Daminator on Volcano before rolling him back into the ring and giving Power G the win
Power G d. King Volcano
10:45 Pinfall
Big Dave: Are you just going to interfere in every single match from now on or something?
MVD: Maybe? What is it to you?
Big Dave: I want to watch the damn show, not watch you interfere in every match.
MVD: Don't you get it? I AM the Show.
Big Dave: I need some Aspirin.
An empty lighted room is shown as Ted Tedison stands waiting for Reaper to come out of the bathroom.
Tedison: Is my hair ok?
Cameraman: Dammit, shut up Ted. Makeup took care of that an hour ago.
Tedison: I know but stuff happens. Where's Reaper anyway?
The cameraman shakes his head as suddenly a light flashes on the tv and static roars over the mic
Cameraman: Hey Ted, shut the tv off. It's screwing my signal up.
Tedison: But...I didn't turn it on...oh well.
As Ted goes to shut the TV off another light flashes on the screen and a man's head suddenly appears in a pitch black room. Reaper smiles maskless as the cameraman struggles to get a clear picture of the image
Reaper: "I am truly sorry Ted, but I decided to cancel our little arangement, I hope you don't mind. But the fact is that I have moved on and become a part of King of the Deathmatch. The ring of fire was only a taste of my brilliance and of my talent. I barely broke a sweat against Davey K, so how do you think I'll perform against someone else. Well tonight I'll try my luck at Sandstorm, well I do not object. I fear no man, I fear no match, it takes a man like that to win something as prodominant as the PWF Extreme title and that is the type of man I am. Oh and Ted, watch for a surprise on Havoc... Call it a warm up match. Hopefully my opponant will be able to enjoy it because I know I sure will."
The screen goes black followed by static as Reaper has disappeared from the screen
Big Dave: Apparantely the newcomer to the PWF, Venom has taken a dislike to our World Champion, Gambino, well, he wouldn't be the only one.
MVD: And now, he's going to get his ass handed to him, by the World Champion. And who will he have to blame? Himself, because he asked for it. You know, I'm so confident Gambino is going to win, I promise I won't interfere.
Big Dave: Yeah, like a promise from you is worth something.
MVD: You trying to say that my word isn't good enough for you?
Big Dave: Precisely what I am saying.
MVD: Okay then, I tell you what, if I interefere in another match tonight, then I'll lay down for Davey K on Sunday.
Big Dave: Deal, shake on it.
Dave and MVD shake hands, MVD then cleans his hand with a tissue afterwards.
Big Dave: Now that's sorted, can we watch the match?
Report: The larger Venom takes his advantage to the fullest at the starting using power slams and power bombs to weaken the Champion. After a Reversal of the Venom Drop Gambino hits the Gambino face buster but surprisingly gets only a 2. Venom gets back and tries a big boot but gets caught in a roll up for the 3.
Gambino d. Venom
7:48 Pinfall
MVD: Satistfied now?
Big Dave: There is still two matches left, I know you won't be able to resist helping Travis beat Sabre tonight.
MVD: Please, Travis Right will take Sabre back to School, it will be so easy.
Big Dave: If you say so.
The pitch black room is shown again. The figure is shown again
Dark Figure: I have had enough of all the guessing. I have had enough of all the arguing and whining of people thinking I am some idiot like Blackbird, Demon, Kidd, or Eraser! The time has finally come for me to reveil who I truly am! The moon is now full. As you can see the shadows are as dark as they can be. And finally time is up! Let me show you that I am not some dark guy, who thinks he has met the devil!
The lights start to dim on just enough so you barley can't see the dark figure
Dark Figure: I am not evil, I'm just one bad ass who is tired of sitting back watching the PWF go to shambles with Gambino and the gWo in control of the World title.
The lights come on all the way to reveal.....DEVASTATOR!
Devastator: I am just really sick and tired of Gambino and the gWo! Boys you better be ready for a manly ass kicking. If your all wanting to know where Destroyer is... He's still at home. The gWo caused us to leave. But i'm back fighting for the honor of me and my brother! You punks that call yourselves the best superstars of the PWF. You say you own the PWF. Well your wrong! I am going to make sure you guys are gone once and for all!
MVD: Wow, Devastator is back, I'm really, really scared.
Big Dave: You should be a little more careful who you piss off, Devastator is one mean SOB when he gets going.
MVD: I said I was scared, didn't I?
Big Dave: Whatever. This next match should be pretty good, Sandstorm takes on Reaper.
Report: The 2 men stare each other down as the beginning bell signals. Reaper tries to use power to his advantage. Early on Reaper hits a big powerbomb off the top but Sandstorm just kicks out. After a miscalculated move by Reaper, Sandstorm takes the offence nailing a ddt and a leg drop from the top but only getting a 2 count. Sandstorm signals for the Nirvana and hits it giving him the 1..2…3!
Sandstorm d. Reaper
8:06 Pinfall
Almost as soon as the match ends, DarkStorm emerges from the crowd and attacks Sandstorm as he heads up the ramp. DarkStorm grabs a Steel Chair and delivers two shots to Sandstorms head. He then spits on him and then jumps back into the crowd as Golgotha and Brutal Force come running to Sandstorm's aid.
MVD: Way to go DarkStorm. Almost worthy of the gWo that one. I said almost.
Big Dave: DarkStorm with a violent assault on Sandstorm. Sounds to me like these two need to settle the score, before it gets out of hand.
MVD: Nah, let it get out of hand, it's fun to watch.
Big Dave: You would say that.
Big Dave: We're back for our main event, where the home boy, Sabre takes on Travis Right in his home country. It'll be an even bigger party this Saturday, when he returns to his home town, Sydney.
MVD: Hmm, wonder who might spoil it. Oops, almost gave away a top secret plan there. Never mind.
Big Dave: You wouldn't, seriously.
MVD: What? Spoil Sabre's homecoming. Of course not, the gWo would never do anything of the sort. Just not our style.
Big Dave: I don't believe you. I can't believe just how callous and un-heartly you can be at times.
MVD: Get used to it, I'm not going anywhere.
Report: As soon as the match starts the crowd is behind Sabre all the way. Sabre dominates the match hitting body presses, Flying head scissors, and spilt legged moonsaults but Travis kicks out. Travis gains the advantage when Sabre lands on his back from a mis hit of the Sabre's Edge. Travis tries the near future but Sabre front flips it and hits a high neck breaker to the much delight of the fans. The Fans erupt as Sabre signals for the 450splash and hits it for the 1..2..3! Sabre slides out of the ring and goes into the crowd to celebrate as the announcer announces his name.
Sabre d. Travis Right
12:12 Pinfall
Big Dave: YESS!! About time one didn't go your way.
MVD: Flukey bastard.
Big Dave: Now all we need is for Davey to kick your ass on Saturday, and all will be well.
MVD: Never going to happen. It's like the odds of you ever announcing Havoc, just ain't gonna happen.
Big Dave: Well, it hasn't been a pleasure to work with you, so don't have a nice day, and please for everyone's sake, don't come back next week.
MVD: Your just jealous of my talent. But no, I don't think I'll be doing this again, I really can't stand the smell. Your going to have to get that sorted.
Big Dave: Goodnight folks, see you this Saturday for Havoc.
MVD: And that concludes yet another gWo show, Mu-ha-ha.