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Live from St. Petersburg, Russia
3rd April 2002
3rd April 2002
Law Hiyabusa is seen riding the streets around on a motorcycle around midnight and chances are, he's looking to cause some mayhem. He wears black leather pants with a black and red jacket to match and his blood red hair is flying in the wind. A few stoplights later, Law puts on the brakes in front of a large building. It appears to be a hotel. Law puts on an evil smile and peels off into the hotel's garage. He rides around until he finds what he's looking for. Law stops in front of a car with plates that says "MVD420". He gets off the bike and walks around it a few times, admiring the paintjob.
Law: Sweet. Too bad Matt won't be riding around in it anymore.
Law takes out a large knife and begins to slash Matt's tires. A hissing noise is heard and the car jerks every time he slashes a tire. When all of them are deflated, he hops on top of the car and puts "Get Ready" on the roof.
Security Guard: Hey! What are you doing!? That's Mr. Van Dam's car!
Law: Send my regards.
Law hops back on the bike and turns it on. He revs the engine a few times and peels off, leaving tire marks as he waves good bye to the guard.
Pyro's blast off as the packed crowd in Russia go insane. The crowd swoops around the arena before cutting to the announcers, Eric Gellar & "Big Dave" Lambourne.
Big Dave: Hello everyone and welcome to St Petersburg here in Russia. The climate here is pretty much the opposite of what we've been used to so far. It's a lot colder over here.
Gellar: It's turning spring, but it's still cold, thankfully we have that trusty Russian Vodka to keep us all warm.
Big Dave: Indeed, but I hear the bars don't let the American's drink the real Russian Vodka, they give us the "weak" stuff.
Gellar: If what they've given me is the weak stuff, what the hell is the strong stuff like?
Big Dave: I don't think you want to know.
Gellar: Hey, I hear MVD has just found out about what Law did before the show got under way.
Having just received a call from security, the gWo make their way to the car park, to find MVD's car vandalised!
MVD begins to kick the wheel of his car and grabs the nearest security guard to ask who has done this! The security guards deny any knowledge of "who dunit" only saying it was someone in black on a motorcycle, but hands MVD a letter that was left taped to the windscreen.
MVD begins reading the letter............
"Regaurds......Law"
MVD: - Hmmmmm, I only know one dislexic motorcyclist, and thats Law Hiyabusa, the guy can't even spell "regards" .
The gWo begin to laugh as they walk back to the hotel and a tow truck begins to take away MVD's car, and MVD already plotting revenge
Report: The match begins and Havok goes to the offensive attacking Hanibal with hard punches and kicks, Hanibal takes control after a miss of the Devastation Kick and hits the Respection (Spring Board DDT) but only gets a 2 count. Havok comes back a bit but Hanibal gets in a kick and hits the Hanibal Effect (Evenflow DDT) for the 1…2…3!
Hanibal d. Havok
3:45 Pinfall
Big Dave: A good win for Hanibal there.
The scene opens up to the venue of this weeks PWF Armageddon. The place seems to be fairly well kept and fairly empty, signifying that it is early. Sandstorm bursts through the doors with a frustrated look on his face. Anthony Frost is standing in the hallway, getting his coffee ready, as he spots the irritated Sandstorm, hurridly walking towards his locker room. He places his coffee down and pursues the Rage Of The Sahara. He taps Sandstorm on the shoulder nervously and Sandstorm shoots around, almost taking Frost's head off.
Sandstorm: Whoa, sorry man, what the hell do you want anyway?
Frost: Well Sandstorm, it has come to everyones attention that Eiji Jubei has to leave the PWF, and more importantly, the Methods Of Mayhem, I, and everyone other PWF fan are awaiting your thoughts on this.
Sandstorm: Oh is that right, well, I think that any idiot would be able to tell that just by looking into my eyes. I feel happy for Eiji Jubei, that he may be able to accomplish a little bit more that he would have here, and I am sad to see him go as well, we were just starting to become one as a unit, but with him leaving, this just deepens the gash in the Methods Of Mayhem's skin.
Frost: Can you elaborate that for us?
Sandstorm: Don't get mouthy Frost, I won't tolerate it today.
Sandstorm looks deep into Frost's eyes. Frost gulps and takes a quick step back.
Sandstorm: What I mean, is that it seems as if we are slowly breaking apart, with Walrus leaving, and now Eiji, it only seems to be going downwards from here. But we will rebuild eventually, oh yes, we will become a force to be reckoned with.
Frost: True, very true, now, moving right along, have you though about your status at this coming Havoc?
Sandstorm: Yes, and I am well aware that I had no match last week, and I can garauntee you that this week will not be a sequel, so with that, I am sending out an open challenge to anyone with enough guts, integrity and strength for that matter, to a match this week at Havoc.
Sandstorm throws the mic to Frost and walks into his dressing room. Frost shrugs his shoulders and walks back to the coffee machince, the retrieve his decaf cappuchino. He takes a little swig and abruptly spits it out all over the wall.
Frost: Oh man, this coffee tastes like piss!
Frost looks over to see the stage guy who is laughing uncontrollably.
Stage Guy: APRIL FOOLS!
Frost: You piece of @#%$! That was fuckin monday!!
The smile slowly fades off of the stage guy's face. Frost throws down the cup of spiked coffee, and darts down the hallway after the stage guy, who is running away, begging for his life.
Alexander sits alone his head hung down as if in disappointment. Kull walks in with a sadistic smile on his face. He seems to be humming a tune.
Kull: nah nah nah nah! Nah nah nah nah! Hey Hey HEy goodbye!
Alexander: Could you stop that wretched singing?
Kull: why the hell are you so pissy?
Alexander snaps his head up to reveil his slightly burned face.
Alexander: My face dumbass, what the hell else would I be pissed about?
Kull: Just checkin'
Alexander: Who's next in our reign of terror?
Kull: I don't know I'd say the first person to get in our way
Alexander: then let's go find the silly little SOB.
With that Alexander and Kull both walk out the locker room. Leaving the camera zoomed in on the bandages that once covered Alexander's face.
Big Dave: Well, this match is perhaps the strangest I have seen signed for a while. It's a singles match, for the Tag Team Titles.
Gellar: Uh? How's that work?
Big Dave: Well, Poppa doesn't have a partner, because Sabre walked out on him. So he has to either defend it in Handicap Matches, or in singles matches. That's how this match was signed.
Gellar: I think he should defend them in Handicap Matches, or better, have Dark Raven as his new partner.
Big Dave: I thought you'd think that.
Report: Poppa comes in confident against Alexander powering him into the corner and nailing right hands sending the big man over the top, Alexander rolls into the ring and spear Poppa taking him down with huge lefts and rights. He goes for the pin but gets a one count. Alexander powers Poppa around a bit with lariats and big boots but Poppa ducks under one and hits the Paptizer. Poppa throws Alexander into the corner and hits the Poppa Bomb for the 3 count to hold his titles.
Big Poppa defeats Alexander @ 7:26
Big Dave: Somehow Big Poppa keeps his titles.
Gellar: He is lucky, this could, and should have been a handicap match.
The scene opens in the Playaz club locker room, All of the playaz club can be seen, as well as the waterguy and lots of women, Ted Tedison then walks in
Everyone: TED
Tedison: erm hi, i came to get an interview with the playaz club
out of the masses of people Masta P, Q-Zee, and Davey K emerge to the front
Masta P: Hey ted, join the party!
Tedison: Actully Masta P i just want some reaction to Havoc and your thoughts on tonights match
Q-Zee: Thats all you ever want Fred. Reaction to this, thoughts on that.
Tedison: Well it is my job
Masta P: well Ted, on Havoc you saw the most dominent the playaz club has ever been, and i tell you this it is only the beginning, it started when i beat that loser Havok down and continued when the P&Z connection took out the Russians.
Tedison: About that Masta P, why did you attack the russians?
Masta P: do i need a reason? i mean just look at them and tell me you dont want to attack them, these two are the most boring and charchterless individuals i have ever met.
masta P tries to imitate the russians
Masta P: HELLO VE ARE D VUSSIANS, VE COMMT FROM VUSSIA, VE LIKE TO FIGHT, VE LICK, VE MEAN, LIKE MVD
Q-Zee falls beside himself with laughter
Tedison: is he alright?
Davey K: erm the water guy spiked his water as an April fools joke.
Tedison: But April fools day was three days ago
Davey K: yeah we know, the water guy aint the smartest brick in the wall is he.
Tedison: I suppose not
Ted then turns his attention to Davey K
Gellar: There's a lot of April Fool's jokes going around.
Big Dave: Especially as it was two days ago. I guess they felt they had to wait until the show.
Gellar: Anyway, how can the Playaz Club believe they can beat The Russians? Especially with the legend himself, Power G in the ring.
Big Dave: They have the belief. The gWo hasn't had the best of times recently, so perhaps they have a better chance than you think.
Report: The gWo dominates most of the beginning of the match working over on Qzee, Wowbowski almost wins the match with a huge powerbomb from the apron to the inside but Masta P breaks up the count. Qzee finally makes the tag to Masta P who clears the ring with huge lariats and hits the Masta Bomb on Power G but Cossak breaks up the count. P tags in Davey K and with the superstar slam the playas club defeats the gWo.
Playaz Club defeats gWo@6: 30
Big Dave: A surprise win, going on past history. Davey K picks up the winning pinfall.
Gellar: Lucky is what I would call it.
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, "Papercut" by Linkin Park 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 Rage of the Sahara, Sandstorm
Sandstorm grabs a mic from the ring announcer and begins to speak.
Sandstorm: Hey Hunt, you know, just because I'm gonna beat your ass tonight, it doesn't mean that your bad, it just means that I'm really good, but I'm sure you knew that already. Just hurry up and get out here, you think Golgotha beat you bad, well just wait until this match is over.
Sandstorm drops the mic and waits for Hunt to enter.
"Victim" by NonPoint blasts out of the speakers as Jason Hunt walks out from the backstage area carrying a mic. He has on the new Jason Hunt/gWo t-shirt and his wrestling pants on. They are numerous "a$$hole" chants through-out the arena. Hunt ignores them.
Hunt: You come out here, talking about how you are better than me? How I am good but you are better? I mean that's all fine and dandy and all, opinions are like ass holes every ones got em. But I am a little confused on one matter, just who the hell are you?
The crowd is really getting on Jason Hunt now but he seems to brush them off.
Hunt: You have a match with me toinght, eh? Best of luck to ya junior, you're going to need it. Just look at last week, me and Davey K at Havoc. He stood no chance, he hit me with every little thing he had and he failed. He knew he couldn't beat me, so me being the nice person I am. I showed mercy on him and I let him win by disqualifcation. I could have easily hit him with the DownSizer and took the victory, but I didn't want to embarrass him like that. But tonight, i'm not feeling that charitable. I will take it a little easy on you though, I have no hard feelings towards ya. Hell, I still have no clue who you are, for all I know you could have a mental retardation. The problem I am having with all of this is, your demands. They well just plain suck. On top of the fact that I am absolutely clueless as to who you are, I have you telling me to hurry up and get out here? Jason Hunt doesn't rush into anything, Jason Hunt takes his sweet old time. Then, you say you'll beat my ass worse than Golgotha did. So basically I shouldn't expect much of a fight out of you. Because if I remember correctly, I won my match. Golgotha had to be carried out, enough said.
Jason approaches the ring.
Hunt: So, you want to test your skills on Jason Hunt, huh? You want to see how you measure up to the fastest rising superstar? Well junior, your wish is granted.
Hunt dives into the ring under the bottom rope...
Report: Both men start out strong in the match trading lefts and right, Hunt takes control after Sandstorm tries a powerbomb but gets a low blow. Hunt works over Sandstorm a bit with some highflying moves but gets caught off guard with a ddt reversal. The 2 men begin to trade punches again but Sandstorm sends Hunt off the ropes and tries a Spinebuster but Hunt hurricannas Sandstorm and hooks his arms to the ropes to get him the win.
Jason Hunt defeats Sandstorm @ 8:22
Big Dave: Hunt picks up the win, but you sensed that he was keeping an eye out for Davey K all the time.
Gellar: Hunt got pissed off with Davey in his match on Havoc, and tried to put Davey through the announcers table, but without much success. But do not think that Hunt will not try again.
Big Dave: With the gWo now backing up Hunt, he is a formidable force. But as we saw earlier, so is the Playaz Club. Defeating the gWo in a six man tag. It will be an interesting battle between these two groups.
The scene opens up in a darkened room. All that can be seen is a large mirror. Then, Gambino comes into sight and steps in front of the mirror, staring into it.
Gambino: "You know, it seems so strange to look into this mirror, and not see the World Title around my waste. Seems like I'm missing something, like a part of me has been taken away. Bloodbath proved on the fateful night of King of the Deathmatch that he wanted it more, that or that he could win with the help of some @#%$. Either way, the title was ripped straight from my grasp. Eraser...we know what it is you've come back for. We know that you expect to be Champion once again, and try to add some sparkle to that oh-so illustrious career of yours. Well I've got news for you, and you can rest assured that I speak the truth when I tell you this...I WILL be Champion once again. Whether it means I have to tear through you, Bloodbath, or the entire PWF roster to get there...it will happen. As you saw on Havoc, when I spoiled your fun, I've brought a trusty new sidekick along to help me through my journey."
Gambino reaches down and picks up a sledgehammer, holding it in his hand, and glaring into the mirror
Gambino: "You see, I found out something at King of the Death Match when I was defeated for my World Title. It's just not enough to have friends watching your back. Not enough at all. You might have heard the old saying, 'walk softly and carry a big stick.' Well I've revised it a bit...because I will now walk softly and carry a big sledgehammer. A sledgehammer that I'll gladly drive right through the skull of ANYONE that stands between me and that World Title, just as I did Bloodbath and Eraser on Havoc. It was such a great feeling to see that blood pour from your heads, and spill onto the ring mat. The sound of the crowd booing, and calling me an @#%$ as I ruined your main event...it sent chills up and down my spine. It felt great! So great, that I'm quite disappointed that I can't be there at Armageddon to share in the fun with you guys again. Don't feel so safe yet though, because on Havoc, I'll be back, and with my trusty new sidekick at my side, just waiting to strike out at anyone who defies me. Bloodbath...Eraser...soon we will meet again, and when we do...I WILL show...no mercy."
Gambino swings the sledgehammer into the mirror, shattering it. The camera fades out
Big Dave: Gambino is starting to scare me now, he is scary enough normally, but now he has to chase his World Title, he is like a wounded rottweiler. He will hurt people to get what he wants.
Gellar: Gambino has always been willing to hurt people. Now it has just got worse.
Big Dave: Now this match caught my eye, Law Hiyabusa v Matt Van Dam. An interesting one this one. Law obviously trying to grab some attention in his new enforced singles role.
Report: MVD dominates the match blocking Law's punches and kicks and sending Law up and over the ring with a huge chair less Vandaminator, MVD rolls Law back into the ring and nails a couple of moves but only gets 2 counts. Law comes back a bit with a huge kick to the head but MVD re capitalizes and wins with the 5 Star Frog Splash.
MVD Defeats Law @ 4:23
Gellar: If god were a wrestler, he'd be…
Big Dave: No, I'm not going to let you say that one.
Golgotha and the MoM are in their locker room doing a little celebrating. Oddly enough, this is before any of them have had their matches. Johnny Mayhem enters the room.
Mayhem: "Hey, whats going on here? Aren't you upset the Eiji was has left the PWF for good?"
Golgotha: "Upset? Yes. But tonight there is a reason for much rejoicing."
Mayhem: "And what would that reason be?"
Golgotha: "Its my 24th birthday and we're doing a little celebrating. And it looks like i'm going to get one of the two things I want tonight right here on Armageddon."
Mayhem: "And what would those two things be?"
Golgotha: "Well, I orignally wanted if there is any way to see Eiji be re-instated because he is one of my good friends. But I decided to go after something else. Tonight, I have been granted a match against PWF World Champion Bloodbath! Now if you don't mind, I have to get back to the party and get ready for my match."
Johnny Mayhem leaves the room, wishing that he could stay and party, but he knows he has to get pounded on in other interviews.
As Johnny leaves he is accosted by Sue Plex.
Sue: "Ah, here's Johnny!"
Mayhem: "Gulp... Uh... Hi Ms. Plexington."
Sue: "Oh, by all means, call me Sue, Johnny. After all, we are on the same team."
Mayhem: "Huh? What team?"
Sue: "Why, the Methods of Mayhem, of course. You have just come out of our dressing room, so I guess that means you have joined. Which is great. So who do you want your first match to be against? Bloodbath, maybe? Or how about Gambino? I am sure we could arrange that."
Mayhem: "Uh. No thanks. I haven't actually joined the MoM. I was just in there, talking to Golgotha about his match tonight."
Sue: "Oh, I see. Hmm... well maybe you would do as a mascot for us. You know, what with the similarities in the names and all. Would you like that, Johnny? To be our mascot? To dance around before our matches? To cheer us on as the crowd pelts you with trash?"
Mayhem: "That doesn't sound very dignified."
Sue: "Oh, yes. You are right. that is not the sort of job you want, being a distinguished journalist. Well, how about being our figurehead."
Mayhem: "Hmm. Figurehead? That sounds impressive."
Mayhem notices an evil glint in Sues eyes.
Mayhem: "Umm, what exactly does that involve."
Sue: "Glad you asked, Johnny. You see, it is an ancient English word, basically a figurehead was where they would get a guy, like you, and cut off his head. Then they would ram a giant spike into the severed head and hang it where all the people could see. Then the people would see that head and ask themselves 'Why do you figure that happened?' And the answer was always the same."
Mayhem: "Ugh..."
Sue grabs Mayhem by the throat.
Sue: "The answer would be 'Because he (beep)ed around with the wrong (beep)ing people!'. You can learn a lot for history, Johnny. I suggest that next time you think about coming around here asking questions, that you think again. The MoM are my territory, Johnny. Mine alone."
Sue releases the terrified Johnny.
Sue: "Now run along. And mind the floor up there, they just washed it and it is still wet. We wouldn't want you to have an accident, now would we."
Johnny runs off. Sue then opens the door of the locker room and shouts out.
Sue: "Yo Barry, Leroy. Get out here."
Leroy: "But Sue... The party..."
Sue: "(Beep) the party. Here! NOW!!!"
Barry and Leroy emerge from the locker room.
Barry: "What is it, Sue?"
Sue: "We are going to cut a promo on Walrus and Theros."
Leroy: "Ok, we want to clear this up."
Barry: "Yeah, we want people to understand that we didn't want to hurt them, they left us no choice."
Leroy: "yeah, I mean how could we let them get away with..."
Leroy is interrupted when a large yellow, plastic 'Slippery when wet' sign hits him square in the face. Barry and Sue turn to see Walrus and Theros. Sue dives for cover as Theros hurls a large metal bucket full of dirty water at Barry. The bucket connects with his skull, producing an awful clang and Barry falls, clutching his skull. Walrus runs in and lays into Leroy and Barry with a mop like a slightly less mutated, but equally deranged version of the Toxic Avenger. Theros joins in with a combination of vicious boots and whacks from a squeegee. The sound of the music from the party covers the noise of this assault, and Walrus and Theros depart, having brutalised Brutal Force.
Tate Bell is in the back, as usual. He is practicing for god knows what, doing a whole lot of fruity looking squats, when he suddenly notices the camera. He rights himself, and smiles.
Tate Bell: Hello Britain and America and other countries this show is shown at! I'm Tate Bell. That's T A T E B E L L, so when you go out and buy a T-shirt tonight after your fifth corndog, get T A T E B E L L, not G O L G A T H A or H E E L M A S T E R. That would be a big waste of money that could be spent on Tate Bell.
Who is Tate Bell, you ask? Glad you asked when you did. I'm gonna shoot to the top so fast, you may not get another chance. So when I'm up there at the top, making guys like Gambino tap like drummers, you'll remember me. Tate Bell, the guy who caught the big pass in the game against Tech.... surely you've heard about it. It was in the Springhill Times, for pete's sake! THE SPRINGHILL TIMES!!!!!
Tate stares blankly into the camera
Tate Bell: You just wait, everybody. You'll hear a lot from me. So ask no for whom the Bell tolls....he Tolls for thee!
Tate stares ahead seriously for a few seconds, then.....
Tate: Man, that kicked ass!
Big Dave: Well, this is Tate Bell's in ring debut. He's brand new here in the PWF, but the fans haven't quite taken to him very well.
Gellar: I thought they took him quite well in Japan.
Big Dave: I hear that a few chased him out of the building, such were some of his comments about the Japs.
Gellar: He was funny.
Big Dave: Anyway, Grimm will be his debut opponent, this will be interesting.
Report: Grimm quickly takes down Bell with a spear and wastes him with huge right hands. Bell quickly rolls out of the ring of a sec but rolls back and tackles Grimm by the leg and locks in an Ankle lock. Grimm seems to enjoy the pain as he flips on his back and stands up whipping Bell off him. Tate Swings a punch but Grimm grabs his neck and hits the Fear Factor (Reverse DDT). Grimm covers Bell but Bell gets his foot on the rope just before the ref puts his hand down for the three. Grimm hits the Fear Factor again and climbs to the top where he hits the Suicide Splash (Low Down) for the 3 count.
Grimm defeats Tate Bell @8:02
Big Dave: Tate Bell tastes defeat in his first match. But he looked impressive against the veteran in Grimm.
Gellar: He'll get better with time.
"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...
... he grabs a mic from the ring announcer, before booting him out of the ring and raising it to his lips. He takes in the sea of boos before speaking...
Sabre: 'Well ladies and gentlemen, if last night's Havoc showed only one thing... it showed that Sabre has what it takes to beat the living hell out of the so called 'Extreme' champion. And to think you people doubted me. And tonight? Tonight I get my chance to take on the great US champ Travis Right. No, wait... that was wrong. It's Rye Hazwaki, right? No, no, no, that's not it... well... whoever he is, I'm sure he's up there with the best of them... heh... or whatever floats his boat.'
fans react with more booing, but Sabre quickly cuts them off...
Sabre: 'Now normally I like to keep my matches fair, but it seems I've gotten the attention of one 'Heelmaster'... usually I'd prefer to beat on my opponents one on one, but seeing as Inmate has decided that I'm way too dangerous a fighter to put his belt on the line... then I'm more than happy to accept Heely's challenge as well. Heck, anyone with a name like 'Heelmaster' gets my attention... and it'll be great to see this loser realise there isn't a bigger bad guy around than the Man... The Ultimate... The Sabre!'
Sabre gets on one knee, pointing to himself as the fans begin a 'Sabre sucks' chant...
Sabre: 'You people can shut the hell up, I ain't out here to please you. I'm out here to win and look good, and so far I'm doing both pretty damn well. Bring on all competitors, because the more World records I break... the more champions I humiliate, the better I can wave my finger in all you peoples noses and say... I am the MVP, I am the hottest eligible bachelor... and I AM THE GOLD!'
Sabre shrugs in a modest fasion, mocking the fans as they break into an @#%$ chant. Suddenly, Sabre gets shocked out of his boots as...
"Roots Bloody Roots" by Sepultura hits. Sabre jumps and looks at the entryway, as Heelmaster makes his way down to the ring. The fans give a very large amount of boos to him. Heelmaster looks to his right and flips off the entire crowd. He slides into the ring and stands face to face with Sabre.
Heelmaster: Sabre, you wanna run your @#%$ mouth? Well good for you, because later tonight, when we're in this ring, I'll snap your @#%$ arm off and shove it right down your throat. You think your bad @#%$ because you beat Grimm? @#%$ that! I kicked his ass at the Deathmatch, but guess what happened... I got @#%$ over. But his ass will go down soon enough. Tonight, I will do what I should have been doing since I came here. And that's kicking some @#%$ ass. Walrus felt it, Showstopper felt it, Grimm felt it. Now you're gonna feel it funny man. @#%$! Let's not even wait until later, let's get it on now!
Heelmaster shoves Sabre back. The two stare at each other from across the ring.
Sabre shrugs in a modest fasion, mocking the fans as they break into an @#%$ chant. Suddenly, Sabre gets shocked out of his boots as "Pysho" 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, mic in hand
Inmate: Who's too dangerous? I'm soory with all these fans telling you to @#%$ off, I couldn't hear what you said.
Sabre points to himself
Sabre: You know I would kick your ass in a second flat. And your to chicken to put the belt on the line!
Inmate: Kick MY ass. That in itself is funny. Now as for you being a threat to my championship. Let's just say that you should be on Comedy Central. Because you are a waste of my time. However you SHOULD prove to be a usefull warmup to Loki on Havoc. Now Heelmaster. Around here your nothing, just another jobber. But you don't think so. Now I know what your gonna say. I was in one of the MOW Feeders and a World Champion. Big friggin deal. So was I. That claim is starting to become as common as doing Jennifer Van Dam. But around here your a nothing, you'll always be a nothing. So you interjecting on my daily exercise, doesn't really matter to me. You've both been sentenced to Death. Enjoy your time on Death Row.
"Psycho" by System of a Down hits on the speakers as Inmate heads back to his locker room
Heelmaster looks back at Inmate, who is starting to walk away. Inmate stops without turning around.
Heelmaster: Don't turn your @#%$ back on me bitch! I will @#%$ kill you tonight. You want to talk about the past and about how I'm nothing. @#%$ YOU! How long did it @#%$ take you to get into the PWF? How @#%$ long? Could you even get into the Slaughterhouse? How long were you roasting in Extreme before realizing that you weren't SH material? Before realizing that your ONLY chance was the PWF. It took you a long time, didn't it? Me, on the other hand, got into the SH with no problem, and then was given a lot of money to come to the PWF. You still make a jobber's salary. So Inmate, tonight, after I break your @#%$ arm, and you can't defend that title of yours, you might just want to hand it over to me. Cause it won't be any good to you when your laid up at home, watching me on TV. Think about it Inmate. And know, that like it or not... heels never lose...
Heelmaster cracks an evil smile as Inmate starts walking again. Sabre looks like he's about to take advantage of Heelmaster's back being turned. As he is about to lunge, Heelmaster turns around with a solid stare.
Heelmaster: Don't even @#%$ think about it... Not unless you want me to do to you, what I will do to him...
With that, Heelmaster throws the microphone at Sabre and leaves the ring, walking up the ramp.
With that, Heelmaster throws the microphone at Sabre and leaves the ring, walking up the ramp. He turns around and starts talking @#%$ to Sabre thinking Inmate already left. He keeps walking up the ramp right into Inmate who still has his mic in hand
Inmate: Excuse me.
Heelmaster's eyes widen giving him almost the "Oh @#%$" look
Inmate: First off, if you wanna go back to the SH then will go back to that little era. I was offered time and time again, they were literally begging me to come to the SH, They wer chuckin me so much money that I would never know what to do with it all. However, money doesn't tell me where to go. In the Extreme they were changing who I was. Didn't want me to be the pyschopathic KILLER that I am. Around here, I can do whatever the @#%$ I want. If I feel like taking some random dipshit roadie. THEY DON'T GIVE A DAMN! You wanna talk about salaries. I make more per MATCH, then make a YEAR! And after tonight you won't have the LUXURY of going home to nurse your wounds. You'll be in the ER while they try to figure out all the bones in your body have been shattered beyond all RECOGNITION! heheh I just got a good idea. although I doubt you'll like it.
Heelmaster: Let if fly.
Inmate: Alright, you asked for it.
Inmate drops the mic and lays out the Heelmaster with the Death Sentence (Stone Cold Stunner)
Inmate: Hey Sabre! Tonight, Both you and this jobber will sleeping on Death Row.
Inmate lays a couple of boots into Heelmaster before going backstage
Sabre waits a few seconds then leaves. As he passes Heelmaster, he gives him a kick in the ribs. He then continues to the back. Heelmaster sits up as soon as Sabre leaves. He grabs the microphone that Inmate dropped.
Heelmaster: Inmate, you wanna talk about Death Row... You wanna be a big bad prison bitch? Is that what Bubba made you? Did he shove his @#%$ dick up your ass so many times that you became a @#%$ ass bitch? Cause that's all I see when you're around. I see a @#%$ ass bitch. Now, @#%$, tonight, I'm not going to give you the pleasure of death. I'm going to make you live every waking moment possible. When I'm done with you, you're going to be begging for death. You're going to be begging to be on Death Row... Cause @#%$... I'm gonna @#%$ beat you within an inch of your life... Then when I'm done with that, I gonna keep you alive, I'm going to keep you awake. Then maybe, just maybe, you'll learn not to @#%$ WITH ME!
Heelmaster walks to the back, in wait for the match later.
Big Dave: It sounds like we have a pretty big main event set for tonight, Inmate will face Heelmaster and Sabre in a Triple Threat Match.
Gellar: Should be interesting.
Report: Golgotha comes in strong and takes the world champ by surprise with a hurricanna from the start getting a 2 count. Golgotha tries the Crucifix but Bloodbath rolls down his back and hits a neckbreaker. The 2 hit some intense moves but Bloodbath hits the Bloodbash to beat the Gothic Christian.
Bloodbath defeats Golgotha @8:45
Big Dave: Well, we now prepare for our big Main Event, as Heelmaster takes on Sabre & Inmate in a Triple Threat Match.
Gellar: This one will be very close.
Report: Heelmaster goes for Inmates leg as the bell sounds as Sabre sits on the ropes relaxing somewhat. Inmate and Heelmaster fight back and fourth as Sabre watches on, suddenly they turn and jump Sabre smacking him with rights and lefts. Heelmaster throws Sabre into Inmate who hits the Death Sentence, Inmate covers Sabre but Heelmaster break it up and throws Sabre out of the ring. The 2 men continue to trade blows but Heelmaster tackles Inmate and locks in the Ultimate Heat, Out of nowhere Sabre comes down on Heelmaster with the 450 Splash and gets the 3 count.
Sabre Defeats Heelmaster and Inmate @9:59
Big Dave: Well Sabre catches Heelmaster unawares and picks up the win. We'll see you all on Havoc.
Gellar: Yeah, we're all off to pick up of that "strong" Russian Vodka, instead of the weak stuff.
Big Dave: You sure you can handle it?
Camera fades out with the two discussing the merits of Russian Vodka.