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Sovereign Bank Center
Trenton, New Jersey
Saturday 21st July 2002
Attendance: 18,385
Big Dave: Hello everyone and welcome to PWF Armageddon. As the majority of you know, the PWF now has two, two hour shows a week and 2 one hours shows. Instead of one, three hour show, and three, one hour shows. I think most of our fans know me by now, but they are probably wondering why Eric Gellar isn't out here. Well I can't answer that either, as I don't know myself. Perhaps the answer will present its
The lights begin to dim and the fans quiet down in anticipation. The words "Real Show" fade in and out on the dark UltraTron, and the lights suddenly turn on and fire works blast off as a customized version of Limp Bizkit's My Way starts up
The audience goes mad as Big Poppa emerges through the Havoc curtains. He does a air-guitar taunt to the tune of the song, and dances down to the ring. Poppa then makes his way around the ring and sits down at the announcers table and puts on a headset.
Big Poppa: Whooo!! Yeah!!! I can't believe they finally let me do this.
Big Dave: Your replacing Gellar?
Big Poppa: You noticed that? Yeah, I'm your new colour man, here to bring the teaching of the mighty prophet, Mr. Moose to the world.
Big Dave: Well, what about your wrestling career?
Big Poppa: I haven't decided yet. I've been trying to get this spot for months, but a certain gWo member "influenced" people so I didn't get the job. But my persistence has finally paid off.
Big Dave: Well, I'll be the first to welcome you as my new colour man, and I hope everything goes well.
Big Poppa: I'm sure we'll make a wonderful team.
Without warning "Psycho" by System of a Down hits and Inmate storms out to the ring mic in hand. Nearly decking a few fans with Darkstorm signs He finally gets in the ring and start screaming into the mic
Inmate: OUTLAW, YOU BETTER HAVE A DAMN GOOD REASON FOR NEARLY COSTING ME THE PRISON MATCH! SO GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE! NO ONE DOES THIS TO ME AND LIVES TO TELL ABOUT IT! SHOW THE GOD DAMN FOOTAGE!
The screen come to life showing the Final moments of Prison Match II
Inmate finally pulls Storm up and delivers the Death Sentence before he leaves him and gets back in the truck. He revs the engine up and drives towards the exit. Suddenly there is a screeching of tires and a car pulls up right in front of Inmate, blocking his exit. Inmate gets out of the truck looking seriously pissed off. He storms up to the other man, whose face can't be seen in this light. The mystery man suddenly floors Inmate with a lead pipe across the forehead. Then he speaks up. Mystery Man: "You are imperfect, the worst I've seen. You will become the first subject of Operation Utopia. Come, you must be prepared. The man opens up his car, and then pulls out handcuffs, he puts them on Inmate and then throws him into the back of the car. While he does this, we can see the back of his jacket, which has the words "The Perfect Outlaw" written on the back. He then gets into the car, his face conveniently avoiding the camera, and then reverses out of the prison.
Inmate: NOW GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!
a few moments pass
Big Poppa: Well? Where is he? I want to see him get Paptized!!
Inmate: YOU AIN'T A "PERFECT OUTLAW" BECAUSE I'M STILL STANDING, NOW GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS OUT HERE BEFORE I'M COME BACK THERE AND BEAT IT TO A BLOODY PULP!
Expecting outlaw's music Inmate is stunned to hear Austin Cain's Music, Tougher than Leather by Run DMC
Austin Cain strides out of the entryway, oozing with confidence, and walking with a strut to match his music. As usual, the response from the audience is mixed; mostly booing, but a small and scattered following of old school fans cheer "The Supreme Phenom".
Austin Cain:Oh, I'm sorry - did I cut you off? I hate to interrupt the incoherent ramblings of a common street thug, but I couldn't help but hear you say that you're looking for this so-called Perfect Outlaw. Well, I'm no Outlaw, not like you, a rule-breaker by necessity because he can't get the job done with ability alone, no, I'm no Outlaw. But if you're looking for perfection, well then; look no further! I'm the perfect WRESTLER, flawless in both preparation and execution. And while you're clearly beneath my talent level, that is a WRESTLING belt you have around your waist, while I, unfortunately, and unjustly I might add, go without. What a joke! One way or another, I've beaten every champ in this fed!
Inmate: BULLSHIT! {Cain gets a shocked look on his face} Go back to Battle of Britain, and I wasted BOTH you and the Bell boy. And we haven't fought scince. And while you've been sitting on the shelf getting fat, and lazy.
Austin Cain: {Ignoring Inmate's comments} Time and time again I'm passed over for the shots, while punks like you hold titles. But think back, convict; you and I have met before, haven't we? Twice in fact, twice I had you beat and twice you were bailed out. You talk a good fight, tough guy.
Inmate: Bailed out!? I'd like to see your logic works. Beating two peoples asses at once is somehow being bailed out! I guess the saying "never underestimate the mouth of stupid people with oversized egos" definatly applies here.
Austin Cain: You think I'VE got an EGO problem, Step in the ring with me, and I'll take that WRESTLING strap, and send you back to the extreme division, where you belong! Time to put up or shut up, jailbird!
Inmate: I thought you learned you lesson the last time we met. Whenever I'm envolved, it isn't a wrestling match, it's a fight. A fight for your SURVIVAL!!!!!!
Austin Cain: Later Tonight then?
Inmate: WHY WAIT?!
Inmate tosses his mic somewhere and storms out of the ring heading for Austin while Austin drops his and heads for Inmate, the two brawl for a few second before security seperates them, they both break free for a second and attack the other but only landing a punch of two until the camera fades to commercial
We fade into the car park, everything seems quite still when suddenly there is a loud screech and a Black Sedan with tinted windows comes down the ramp. It parks quickly and aggressively. The person inside takes a few moments before he opens the door. Out steps a masked man, he is wearing a leather jacket with "The Perfect Outlaw" written on the back. He grabs his stuff and heads into the arena.
Big Dave: Who is that guy?
Big Poppa: There was a rumour that it was Sabre in disguise, but then I pointed out that Sabre is in no ways perfect, in it killed the rumour dead.
Big Dave: Take that one as you will folks. Anyway, it's time for our opening match. Power G is scheduled to take on Theros Macalvia.
"Zombie Nation" by Kernkraft 400 plays as a Green Light descends upon the arena. The Entrance Lights flash along with the beat as the music plays. When the synth kicks in, Power G walks out with The Real McCoy as the lights flash various shades of green, both men are holding Microphones. Power G begins to hit himself to psyche himself up, before walking to the ring with the Real McCoy.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing, from Holguin, Cuba, weighing 230lbs, Power G. Crowd cheers
Suddenly wild laughter echoes through the arena, the lights flashing purple and red. Theros appears on stage, his hands on his hips as he laughs. After several moments the laughs die off, and Ozzy's 'Crazy Train' hits. Theros stalks down towards the ring, a confident smirk on his face as the music continues to boom. Theros rolls into the ring and starts laughing again. The music then shatters into another chorus of wild laughter.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Syracuse, New York, weighing 282lbs. "The Madman" Theros Macalvia Crowd gives out a big cheer
Report: Power G catches Theros hard in the gut with a Jumping Knee Strike. He flips over to the mat. Power G jumps high in the air and catches Theros with a Sidekick to the jaw. Power G pulls Theros up to his feet. Theros takes a Jumping Crescent Moon Kick to the face from Power G. Theros trys for a Spine Buster but Power G kicks him in the face. Theros throws Power G clean over the top rope to the floor. Carlton Rock starts the count (.1) Theros throws Power G into the Guard Rail.
Big Poppa: Ouch! the G man crashes into the steel. It's a shame we don't understand what he is saying, as I'm sure he's shouting expletives at Theros.
Theros hits a boot to the gut and then drives Power G head into the floor with a DDT. Theros chants start. Theros pulls himself up and then drags Power G up to his feet. (..2) Theros throws Power G into the Steel Steps. Theros pulls Power G up, but he counters and slams Theros into the steel rampway. (...3)
Big Dave: This match is turning into a brawl on the outside, they had better be careful, they don't want to get counted out.
Power G floors Theros with a running Splash. (....4) Power G boots Theros in the gut, then takes him over to the apron and hits a Tornado DDT on the floor.
Big Poppa: Moo!! Theros just got sent to Paptizeville.
Power G gets back to his feet and then drags Theros up to his feet. (.....5) Power G leaps onto Theros's shoulders and then snaps him over with a Hurricanranna. Power G chants start. Theros stands up. (......6)
Big Dave: Beautiful Hurricanranna from Power G, there aren't many wrestlers in the PWF who are better at executing moves that Power G.
Big Poppa: I was on the end of a few of them not so long ago. The day he Paptized MVD was one of the greatest days of my life.
Power G grabs Theros and then smashes him in the face repeatedly with his knee. Theros charges at Power G, but gets caught and planted with the Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker. Theros is dragged to his feet. Power G throws Theros down the aisle back to ringside and then rolls him back into the ring, and then follows him in. Power G takes Theros up from behind and then executes the Electric Chair Drop. Power G runs at the downed Theros and then front flips into a Leg Drop. Power G gets up and then drags Theros back to his feet. Theros goes for a right hand, but Power G ducks and then hits Theros with a Half-Nelson Suplex. Power G then pulls Theros up and goes behind and plants him with the G Power Slam. Power G hooks the leg as Carlton Rock count ..1 ..2 3!!!
Big Dave: Theros didn't put up too much of a fight in that match, very strange.
Big Poppa: Could be just tiredness after his Paptizing by Golgotha on House of Pain.
Big Dave: You sure love the word "Paptize" don't you.
Big Poppa: You could call it my favourite word.
We cut backstage to the M.o.M. lockerroom. Everyone is basically calm. except for Law who is furiously practicing martial arts. He then drops to the floor and begins to pound out some push-ups. Sandstorm, being the leader that he is, decides to question Law's antics.
Sandstorm: Law? Exactly what are you doing? I thought you didn't have a match tonight.
Law: Actually, I do. Of epic proportions, matter of fact.
Sandstorm: Against who?
Law: Some guy named Xuway Zanchu or King Volcano or whatever he calls himself these days.
Barry: I got dibs on his pants!
Sue: Barry! Now this might be a good move for Law. After all, he does know a lot of submissions. I think he can take him.
Law: Sue's right. I was the champion in the No Holds Barred scene. And I've been thinking. I've virtually defeated all the light weights I've come across, and now I must move on to the giant of the PWF. Even if they are a whole two feet taller than me and twice my weight.
Golgotha: Brother Hiyabusa. Are you sick? Have you been influence by the deranged and twisted ways of Theros Macalvia?
Law: I'm not sick! I told you all, I have to move onto bigger and better things. And plus, if I can't beat King Volcano, how in the world am I going to beat Bloodbath next week? So just have faith. I'll come out alive.
Leroy: Or you might just come out.
Law sighs and exits the room and the faction watches him leave.
Golgotha: God have mercy on his soul.
Leroy: Yeah, 'cause King Volcano sure won't!
Barry: I still got dibs on his pants. Those are some cool pants!
Sue: Barry! Leroy
Barry and Leroy Together: What?!
Scene fades.
Big Poppa: Law has definitely gone mad, you have to be if you actually WANT to get in the ring with King Volcano. The mans a monster.
Big Dave: It's a tough order for anyone, but for someone of Law's size, it will take a miracle to even survive, winning would be of biblical proportions.
Q-Zee's Music, "One more Road" hits he is accompined by the Waterguy
Q-Zee paces around the ring while the crowd cheer
Q-Zee: Well my Dawgs, House of pain has been and gone, and it wasnt a good night for the Playaz club. The rookie and Davey K lost, and me and Masta P lost the Tag titles to the Russians.
Q-Zee still paces around the ring
Q-Zee: Well, what now for Q-Zee, What now for the Playaz club. Now first we need to put right the mistakes that were made. and first i need to do this.
Q-Zee stops thinks for a moment, then turns around and lands a huge right on the Waterguy, knocking him out cold, the crowds cheers turn to boo's. Q-Zee then stands over the Waterguy
Q-Zee: No I can break every bone in this freaks body so if you dont want to see that happen, Masta P get your ass out here!
After a few Moments Masta P's Music hits and he makes his way out
Masta P: Dude, stop, what are you doing.
Q-Zee: Something i should have done a long time ago.
Masta P: What the Hell is wrong with you.
Q-Zee: I tell you whats wrong with me, Im sick of you and I'm sick of the Playaz Club, and most of all im sick of pretending i give a damm about all this freaks
Q-Zee points to the crowd, which causes them to boo loudley, Masta P has now got into the ring
Masta P: Dude, i understand your pissed at losing the titles, but calm down, we dont need to go through this here, come backstage we can disscuss this with the rest of the Playaz club.
Q-Zee: You dont understand do you, im finished with the Playaz Club I QUIT!.
Masta P: Well, if youv quit the Playaz club then theres no reason for me not to come over there and kick your ass. After all its what you deserve after what me and Davey K have done for you.
A huge Davey K chant now starts up
Q-Zee: Oh yes "Superstar" Davey K, the guy who promised me big things on joining the "Playaz Club", well since then Davey K has used me to futher himself, look at him and then look at me, stuck in a crappy Tag team where im the only one worth mentioning.
Masta P: See now you gettin stupid. Let me recall a phone Call I had about six months ago.
Masta P holds his hand to his ear in a telephone fashion
Masta P: "Hey Masta P, this is Q-Zee, I'm stuck in Mcdonalds, I've got fries comin outta my ass and Burgers coming otta my nose, can you get me a job in the PWF" Well Q-Zee me and Davey stuck our necks out for you, we put our asses on the line, and you turn around and act like this.
Q-Zee: Ah, shut up P, Im bigger than this group and its breaking me down dawg. Im sick of never being the one in the spot light....even when we were a tag team people only ever wanted to talk to Masta P....whats wrong with me? Im Q-Zee the baddest thing to ever happen to the PWF. Im the only freakin gangster round here. And you talk about Davey K, im sick of the whole world talking about Davey K. The guy doesnt even speak to me anymore, he is too obsessed with making all these idiots out here laugh and trying to dispose the PWF of the gWo. In fact if Davey K cares so much about our little club, where is he now? Getting pampered by some ladies, or plotting his rise to fame or...
At this point Davey K's music hits and the crowd go crazy, Davey appears at the top of the ramp with a mic.
Davey K: OK, for a start what the hell is going on?
Q-Zee goes to speak
Davey K: Ah shut the hell up Puff Daddy. Ive listened to about as much as you as I can possibly stomach. The only truth you came out with during that whole ramble of yours is that, yes...you are the "baddest" thing in the PWF, infact Q-Zee I would go as far as saying you are the single baddest thing in the history of Wrestling. Damn, we should have left you at McDonalds or wherever the hell we dragged you out of, just think if you had stayed there in your fancy uniform, they may actually allow you to stir the ketchup or maybe flip the odd burger.
Davey K: Q-Zee do you think the Playaz Club have in some way mistreated you?
Q-Zee nods his head
Davey K: Hmm, interesting. So you dont think that for quite some time now, we have carried you? When you were in the tag team with P, it was P that was putting the hours in at the gym, and it was your tag team partner that was dealing with the media and fans. Do you know why that was Q? Because he cares, that man standing next to you cares. He cares about the business, the Playaz Club and the fans, and its those three things that you have neglected. And now you come out here shouting your mouth about this and that? And worst of all Q, you dissed me. Dont mess with me Q-Zee, never mess with me. Whats all that crap that we never spoke and I was too busy with my own career? I left you messages that you never replied to, I phoned your mom, your dad, your grandparents, everybody but you never returned my calls. I had big hopes for you and youve blown it, youve thrown it all away. And so what if Im interested in my own career, I want to make a name for myself in the PWF and the wrestling business and Im so sorry if I havent been able to hold your hand more, I just figured that you were man enough to look after yourself.
Q-Zee looks furious, and stamps his foot and goes to speak again
Davey K: No, ive told you once that we have all heard enough of what you think about things. Oh im sorry, are you going to blast me? With your gangster ways, should I be afraid? What you gonna do Q-Zee, reload your water pistol? The closest youve come to a drive-by is a car back firing, your just a little wannabe, and I wash my hands of you.
Davey K goes to leave the stage to the applause of the fans
Q-Zee: Dont you walk away from me dawg, get back here.
Davey K turns around and stares hard at him, Masta P then grabs Q-Zee and spins him around in the ring so they are face to face
Masta P: You are on ungrateful little piece of trash, if your such a big shot why dont you and me have a match!
Q-Zee: You got it, you and me, one and one!
Davey K: Whooa, slow down there Mr Big Shot, slow rite the way down. I thought you were bigger and better than all of us, and all you want is a standard match. Wow Mr Interesting strikes again!
Q-Zee: Dammit, shut up, Ok, you want to hear something P! I dont want you here anymore. Heres the match a loser leaves match!!!!
Masta P walks around the ring, looks up at Davey K then looks back at Q-Zee
Masta P: Getting you out of this federation would be my pleasure!
Big Poppa: Another tag team goes the way of the dinosaur, how many more will break up?
Big Dave: Well this tag team won't even have a chance to get back together, one of them will be out of a job tonight.
Big Poppa: Now why didn't I think of that? The PWF would be a much better place if I had.
The scene opens to the inside of a cave, which is dimly lightened by several torches on the wall. The words "Heelmaster" is splattered on the wall in blood. The sound of a steady chant is heard. The camera pans to King Volcano's slaves on their knees praying to the "winged" goat. The EXTREME belt is position in front of the goat. King Volcano bows and speaks
King Volcano: I have taken an anfractuous path to once again find my true self THE EXTREME CHAMPION AND MASTER OF SUBMISSIONS. And it gives me great pleasure to make you this offer. This belt I give to you, Master.
The goat nods
King Volcano: Please accept my sacrifice. I have beaten that worthless infidel Heelmaster. He was humiliated and suffered dearly for his snide remarks.
King Volcano looks on to the goat as if he can understand him.
King Volcano: I know. You are worthy of much greater. Please accept my sacrifice and I promise to do better. Give me the strength of 100 giants.
King Volcano drops to his knees.
King Volcano: I am not worthy of you. May your acts of kindness give me the power to destroy all in my way.
The camera is positioned above the goats head with a red filter over the lens. Then suddenly a chilling demonic voice is heard from what is assumed to be the goat.
Goat: WHO IS YOUR NEXT OPPONENT?
King Volcano: It is Law Hiyabusa, my lord. I will destroy him for you.
Goat: PAINT THE MAT RED WITH HIS BLOOD. NOW BE GONE
King Volcano: I will show him why I am the EXTREME champion. I will do as you say.
The slaves chant "ginK si onacloV gniK"
Big Poppa: No comment.
Big Dave: I just hope he manages to find time to leave his goat and wrestle this next match.
"Imortally Insane" by Pantera hits the speakers and red pyros go off on each side of the ramp. Law Hiyabusa walks onto the ramp and stares into the crowd as if he's searching for something. He then does a mad sprint down the ramp and the foward momentum causes him to slide halfway across the ring. He gets up from the canvas and jumps to the top turnbuckle and holds his hands to the side as he gets an ovation from the fans.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Japan, weighing 189lbs, Law Hiyabusa!!!
The lights go pitch black for several seconds before several spotlights circle the crowd. Then as "King Volcano" by Bauhaus hits, all the spotlights focus on the entrance where the sadistic King Volcano is being carried on a throne by his loyal slaves to the arena. The tron shows the Chinese martial arts expert King Volcano ripping apart limbs on various PWF opponents using his devastating Eruption of Destruction. They show his victory winning the Hardcore and Extreme Belt and Master of Submission Title. The giant King steps in the ring with a kendo stick which he swings wildly at the booing crowd leaning over the ropes screaming "I am the best damn Hardcore wrestler here and I have the most feared move in the PWF. Noooooobody can survive my Eruption of Destruction." King Volcano puts his weapon down than he takes off his self appointed hardcore crown. He rolls his eyes back so only the whites appear as he meditates with tai chi while waiting for the bell to ring.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from The Orient, weighing 392lbs, King Volcano.Crowd gives a mixed reaction
Report: King Volcano hits a quick boot to Law Hiyabusa's gut. King Volcano takes Law Hiyabusa down with a perfect Hip Throw. King Volcano goes for a pin. Chris Regan counts. ...1 Law Hiyabusa kicks out.
Big Poppa: King Volcano must have some faith in that Hip Throw!!! He actually thought he could win the match with just a kick to the gut and a Hip Throw. Beat that for Arrogance Sabre.
Big Dave: I can see lots of Sabre bashing in the weeks ahead.
Law Hiyabusa takes the devastating Fury Punch clean on the jaw. Law staggers up to his feet. King Volcano catches Law Hiyabusa with an awesome Body Hook Punch. Law Hiyabusa crashes to the mat. King Volcano waits for Law to stand up. King Volcano connects with a Dragon Fish Blow. Law Hiyabusa falls slowly down to the mat. King Volcano covers Law Hiyabusa hooking the leg. Referee Chris Regan makes the count. ...1 Law Hiyabusa escapes.
Big Dave: King Volcano is a little premature once again, perhaps overconfident?
Law Hiyabusa climbs to his feet. King Volcano grabs the foot of Law Hiyabusa and then snaps it around with the Mandari Hineri. King Volcano covers Law Hiyabusa hooking the leg. Referee Chris Regan makes the count. ...1 ...2 Law Hiyabusa kicks out.
Big Poppa: You just can't win this early in a match. Especially with an opponent like Law Hiyabusa.
Law Hiyabusa is up again. King Volcano levels Law Hiyabusa with a destructive Muay Thai Roundhouse Kick across the jaw. Law Hiyabusa moves back to his feet. Law Hiyabusa goes for a right hand, but King Volcano ducks it and then executes a Headlock Takedown.
Big Dave: King Volcano keeps the flow of the match going with a nice Headlock Takedown
Law Hiyabusa stands up. King Volcano sends Law Hiyabusa to the mat after connecting with a stiff Palm Strike. King Volcano covers Law Hiyabusa. Chris Regan counts. ...1 ...2 Law Hiyabusa escapes.
Big Poppa: King Volcano dominating Law Hiyabusa, which is what we expected really. Nobody really expects Law to defeat someone who is twice the size of him. But I guess he wants to prove himself.
Law Hiyabusa moves back to his feet. Law Hiyabusa leaps up and snaps King Volcano over with a picture perfect Hurricanranna. King Volcano staggers up in surprise. Law Hiyabusa trys for a Northern Lights Suplex but is not strong enough to lift King Volcano.Law Hiyabusa trys for a Jump Swinging DDT but King Volcano escapes it and then hits a Body Slam.
Big Poppa: Law flashed in with a couple of moves, but quickly King Volcano regains control of the match.
Big Dave: That's probably what Law will be reduced to in this match - quick flashes of moves.
King Volcano sets Law Hiyabusa on the top rope, but Law Hiyabusa pushes him off and then hits the Swanton Bomb.
Big Dave: Beautiful Swanton Bomb from Law Hiyabusa!! Can he turn this match around?
Law Hiyabusa trys for a Double Underhook Suplex but King Volcano powers out with a Back Body Drop.Law Hiyabusa goes to the apron, and then Slingshots off the top rope into a Missile Dropkick flooring King Volcano. King Volcano gets to his feet. Law Hiyabusa goes for a Back Spinning Heel Kick, but King Volcano ducks it and Law catches Referee Chris Regan clean on the jaw, sending him crashing to the mat. Law Hiyabusa catches King Volcano clean in the face with a Kung Fu style Back Fist. Law Hiyabusa chants start. Law Hiyabusa trys for a Belly-to-Back Suplex but is unable to lift King Volcano. King Volcano then nearly kills Law with the Infernoplex. Suddenly Heelmaster comes sliding into the ring armed with a Steel Chair. He cracks it over the head of King Volcano. He then places the chair on his face and climbs to the 2nd rope, he dives off with a Two Footed stomp to the face. Heelmaster then grabs the chair and slides out of the ring as Chris Regan is just coming around. Heelmaster heads up the ramp as Law climbs to the top rope and then scores with the Japanese Chainsaw (450 Splash). Chris Regan makes the count. ..1 ..2 ..3!!!!!
Big Dave: Law Hiyabusa has won the match!
Big Poppa: I don't believe it. Even though Heelmaster gave him a small amount of aid, Law has still defeated easily the biggest man in the PWF. That's a hell of a feat for any Cruiserweight.
Big Dave: The Methods of Mayhem will be discussing this match for a few days.
The Lights Dim and a red and white glow hit from the stage, suddenly Grimm's voice can be heard "CK 4 Lifeee!!!" Pollution by Limp Bizkit hits and Grimm, Hanibal, and Haylee walk out to a coarse of boos. Grimm and Haylee walk down hand in hand to the ring with Hanibal close behind. Grimm slides in and holds the ropes for Haylee as Hanibal gets to mics. Hanibal climbs in and tosses one mic to Grimm
Grimm:Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Canadian Children of All Ages, Canada is Proud to bring to you it's PWF HARDCORE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLLDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Big Poppa: Rip-offs. Sorry, had to say that.
Crowd Boos
Grimm:Oh of course...were in bum fuck America! You know what is kind of funny? The God's of War, the defenders of this "Noble" state aren't even American! They are from Rome and some Barbarian Country....I mean god dam get your freaking countrys right...are you Roman? are you AMerican? Tranvestites?
Hanibal:Deffinatly the last one. But the fact is Canada does everything for America! When the WTC's went down who went to the American police,Fire Stations,Hosptitals, so That the Americans could go down and help? CANADAINS! What have you ever done for us? huh? Back way back when America and Canada never really were there, you turned your back on Britan! and what happend? YOU GOT YOUR ASS KICKED!
Grimm:And..
Suddenly, The lights in the arena dim and a loud gong is heard to start up "Whereever I May Roam" by Metallica interrupting Ck's promo. After a few seconds pyro erupts from the stage and out walk Alexander and Kull. Alexander comes out carrying an American Flag and a mic and Kull has a mic. They stop on the Ramp way to chants of U.S.A..
Alexander: Now you come out here bashing America for what? Because our ancestors kicked you ancestors asses? And yes they are our ancestors, you see though the web site says we were born in Ancient cities, that was all part of our gimmick, We were born right here in the good old United States of America.
Kull: We bleed the red, white, and blue. And you can bet your pimpled Canadian whores ass, we're gonna defend America's honour, by pissin' all over yours and spittin' our venom so your Canadian whore can gozzle it all up.
Alexander: You see your little country of Canadian is an embarassment, it's always neutral and really only jumps in when America has already gone in. Your country still isn't as embarassing as you. So blinded by pride in a flag thatsstands for nothing more than the bunch of panty wearing frenchmen that bought furs of the Indians to make them selves look like settlers.
Kull: I got a question though while we're on the subject...... Why can't you guys just call Canadian Bacon Ham?
Alexander: ok...... Since you guys are so eager for a fight and Hannibal, since your convinced your larger than life, why don't I just kick your ass here tonight, in that very ring?
Alexander and Kull await Hannibal and Grimm's response
Grimm and Hanibal start to Laugh at Gods of War almost falling down
Grimm:Geeze We needed that! thank you guys I needed to laugh like that...an embarresment? look at yourselves! you're wearing Fishnet tops! Fishnet! only hookers,and queers where Fishnet tops...and you guys don't look like Women selling here body for a buck or two. Also wasn't it you Kull...who came out with a sword?! A Sword!? A plastic weapon used to scare us? Ohh please don't attempt to cut a thin piece of paper with your sword! Also like we pointed out before, who helped out when WTC went down? Wasn't the Japs, Wasn't the Brits, Wasn't the Spainish, it was the Canadian!
Hanibal:Canadian Bacon Ham huh Kull? You must of been hit to many times in the head at HOP, and no that isn't House of Pancakes...who hit you in the head too many times...Us!! So if you want some Alexander just Bring it or Go Home!
Grimm:Umm, dude that's my line...anyways Also if you think you can go with insulting Haylee like that you are most deffinatly Wrong! That won't go under done! And those "FBI" Agents that rescuded you from the RCMP's...they were CrossDressers. WE were told by the big guy himself...the owner of PWF to get you back, so we did in our way...you guys had an interesting night I heard...and you didn't even notice....American's are stupid! Now hit the Road JACK!
GOW begin to back up the ramp apparenlty mad as hell just finding out that they nailed to Crossdressers
Alexander stops Kull, He turns around a walks down to the end of the ramp way. Alexander has a huge smile on his face, he even goes as far as to begin to laugh. Kull then realizes what he is thinking about and begins to laugh.
Alexander: So your heard through the grape vine we had an interesting night huh? Well I did no banging of a cross dresser, you see I'm married happily, oh and by the way how's your momma doing I'm glad to hear you to are talking again. I can see why she wouldn't want to talk to you after all the horrible insults you've been spewing, the nerve of calling your mother a cross dresser.
Kull: Grimm for an 80 year old Canadian freak your mom ain't half bad, she sure does hate you though. I guess thats why we can see past her being Canadian and all. Oh and there was no banging, porking or fucking last night.
Alexander: Hannibal, your mom did say you were pretty drunk when you asked them to pose as FBI agents, but then she said you guys said Haylee was tired of you guys telling her to let every single PWF Superstar pork her.
Kull: You know you keep spouting off about WTC and all this bullshit about how you were such a big help. We've bailed you out so many times even god has lost count.
Alexander: But anyway enough of the insults down to business, if you have the balls Hannibal, and I seriously doubt you do since you've undoubtively been porkin' Haylee behinds Grimm's back so they've probably fallen off, I'll see you in the ring tonight and then I'll leave you lying face down in a pool of your own blood.
The gong sounds and Whereever I May Roam by Metallica roars over the loud speakers as Alexander and Kull walk to the back. Leaving Canadian Kaos in the ring.
As the commerical break comes to an end, the camera fades into a shot of a dressing room door. Standing next to it is none other then Johnny Mayhem. The camera slowly moves up to revial a Canadian Kaos name plate. Mayhem begins knocking at the door.
....
moments later the Door flings open and out walks Hanibal with a confused look on his face.
Hanibal: Geeze mayhem what do you want?
Mayhem: Well you are booked to face Alexander on Armagedon and have yet to say a word in response..
Hanibal: and your point is?
Hanibal continues giving Mayhem a confused look
Mayhem: My point is...
Hanibal: Shut up Johnny! You want to know WHY i haven't repsonded, why i haven't filled your mind with unmindful thoughts about how bad i will kick his ass? Simple. I don't respect him, he doesn't deserve it. Plus is there really any question on whos going to come out victorious?
Mayhem rolls his eyes
Mayhem: Did you here him bad mouth Haylee and your Mother?
Hanibal crosses his arms and smirks
Hanibal: You bet your ass i heard it Jimmy...
Mayhem: Thats Johnny..
Hanibal: actually its whatever i damn well want to call you. Now he stand there call my Mother a cross dresser all he wants. But the fact of the matter is, even IF she was a cross dresser, atleast she wouldn't have a wardrobe that could suit everybody on the cover of a totally 80s CD. I mean whats up with the Fish Net anyways? Is there something they are hiding or do they just have a fetish for being wraped in nets and being tossed around by other men.
Hanibal crosses arms and gives a cocky smile..
Mayhem: What about the rumor that you are sleeping with Haylee behind Grimm's back.
Hanibal's jaw drops
Hanibal: WHAT? Johnny im apalled that you'd even ask me such a question. To think a man of my stature would cheat behind my best freind and tag team partners back. Tisk tisk Johnny get your mind out of the gutter. What would even give you that idea anyway?
Mayhem: Alexander pointed it out a few days ago..
Hanibal: well i have a message to Alexandra. Haylee isn't some whore to be tossed around and you see unlike Kull and himself,She doesn't sleep with multiple men.She has standards. Hey my partner isn't the one who enjoys 80 year old women.
Mayhem lets outa little laugh
Hanibal: listen did you come here to squeal like a little school girl or get an interview with a Champion?
Mayhem contains himself
Mayhem: An interview...sir
Hanibal ignores Mayhem and continues talking
Hanibal: And whats with them posing as a Americans? Last time i checked Rome was in Italy. Is it possible there 2nd world country dissowned them for there random acts of stupidity or do they just like being known as the lowest form of scum on Earth.
Mayhem: HEY!! I'm a American!
Hanibal shakes his head laughing
Hanibal: Exactly Johnny. Ya know something Johnny, the canadian women are prettier, our money is prettier, our sports are tougher, our men are tougher, our beer tastes better and wether you like it or not, Canada will regin supreme once again only this time at Armagedon. So to every american coast to coast, if you don't like it, tough shit, you aren't going to have another country to bail you out this time. Now if you'd excuse me Johnny i have more important things to then ramble on about how god damn stupid the american society is, because its a given.
Hanibal smiles and bows as he shut the door. The camera focuses in on the Canadian Kaos name plate and eventually fades to black...
An eerie type of techno music starts to play a slow melody backed with a drumbeat...and after twenty or so seconds, "Fear" by Disturbed blares at full force. A superstar, Jagged, immediately bounces out and starts to jump, raising his hands and partying. After the twenty seconds of madness has subsided, he makes his way down to the ring in a normal manner, bouncing gradually. He gets into the ring just as the chorus comes back, and again he starts to jump about. The music then dies down. He grabs a mic from a nearby ring attendant.
Big Poppa: Who's this guy? I've never seen him before.
Big Dave: That's one of the PWF's newest superstars, "Jagged", I met him just before the show, seemed a nice guy.
Big Poppa: Sabre was a nice guy - once. Didn't last long...
The announcers go quiet as Jagged is ready to speak.
Jagged: Pretty sweet music, you agree? Not exactly 'Eh Cumpari' by Julius LaRosa, but well, apparently some of you don't have the patience to learn or even try to understand Italian, according to the guys in the back.
The crowd start to respond to Jagged now, after a brief silence. They jeer a few insults, such as 'greaseball' and such.
Jagged: Let me introduce myself. I am
A cameraman steps up to the ring apron, right in front of Jagged, so he stops talking.
Jagged: What the fuck are you doing? Get back down there, you're in my way fool!
The cameraman doesn't know what to do, and looks around for someone to consult. But not before he is pushed by Jagged to the cold matted floor below. The cameraman lies still, possibly unconscious. The crowd really start to boo now, and more insults are thrown.
Jagged: Much better. Let me continue thank you. My name is Ryan 'Jagged' Barzini. I was born in the beautiful city of Palermo, in Sicily, though I have not been there since. I was raised in the retched sate of New Jersey. Have any of ever been to New Jersey? No? Well I can tell you, the only state worse than New Jersey in America is Missouri. Talk about low IQ levels, I bet most of them don't even know where Sicily is! I left New Jersey as soon as I could and went to Battlecreek, England, to train in the arts of wrestling. I believe your current World Champion is from Battlecreek
The audience roar at this mention of Matt Van Dam.
Jagged: So, if you haven't worked it already guys, it basically means that I was trained in the same place as MVD, so I must be pretty damn good. Sure, they all said I had a temper problem or something and they suspended me and all kinds of mad shit but I assure you, I can kick anybody's ass.
Some people in the audience murmur things.
Jagged: I know what you are all thinking ya know. You think I'm just some rookie who thinks he's some mobster and can take down anyone. I'm just another one of them guys who just hangs around for a show or two and then flies. Well to prove that I'm one fucking good wrestler, I challenge anyone, ANYONE in this arena to a one on one wrestling match. The person that accepts? They BETTER FEAR MY JAGGED EDGE!!!
Jagged waits in the ring for about 10 seconds when the haunted remix of "Personal Jesus" blasts through the arena. Golgotha comes out, mic in hand and stands on the stage. Jagged stands in the ring with a look of shock on his face as the Hardcore Christian begins to speak.
Golgotha: "So, its another newcomer with a big mouth. Stating that they will be the next big thing here in the PWF. I would normally stay in the back and let you make a fool of yourself tonight, not only by cutting a lame promo, but in your match as well. But tonight, I felt like coming out here and answering your little challenge."
The crowd cheers when Golgotha accepts the challenge. Golgotha raises his right hand, doing the sign for 'I love you.' Then, he keeps the his hand in the sign and puts his thumb under his chin and index finger across his lips and tells the crowd to hush.
Golgotha: "Truth is, I don't know why I decided to accept your challenge. Maybe its cause I just got back from vacation and want an easy match. Maybe I just wanted to scope out the rookies. Maybe its cause I just got back together with my band, Joyful Noise. Or maybe, just maybe its because I am the biggest sports Icon to come from Missouri! And yeah, I no longer reside there, but I was born and raised there. Its where my family and friends are. And Sicily is in Itally, not to terribly far from the Mediteranian Sea."
The crowd chears as Golgotha gives his little lesson in geography.
Golgotha: "So you were born in Italy, that doesn't mean you are Gambino. You trained in the same place as MVD? So what? I was trained by Cowboy John Watts, and you don't see me following in his footsteps, do ya? Truth is, your past doesn't matter anymore. Unless you can prove your skills in the ring, it doesn't matter where you came from or even what you had for breakfast today. Tonight, you will have your chance to prove your ability against the Hardcore Christian. So as I walk that aisle, and get into that ring to fight you, you had better pray that God has mercy on your soul, cause I sure as hell won't!"
With that, Golgotha drops the mic and heads down the aisle and towards the ring as Jagged waits for him to get there.
Report: Golgotha scoops Jagged up and over his shoulder and then executes a Shoulder Breaker. Jagged gets back to his feet. Jagged delivers rapid fire knees to Golgotha's face and then tosses him to the mat. Golgotha quickly gets to his feet. Jagged connects with a stiff punch to the gut of Golgotha. Jagged hits Golgotha in the face with a nice left jab. Golgotha takes a stiff Haymaker to the gut from Jagged, sending him crashing to the mat. Jagged covers Golgotha. The ref starts the count. ...1 ...2 Golgotha kicks out.
Big Poppa: Well, I could see the logic of the cover, if this was ten minutes into the match. But I guess Jagged is still pretty green. He stills learning.
Golgotha is up again. Jagged sends Golgotha crashing to the mat with a strong right jab to the face. Golgotha gets back to his feet. Jagged scoops Golgotha up in a Fireman's Carry, then swings him overhead with the Gutbuster. Golgotha climbs to his feet. Jagged hits a hard knife edge chop to Golgotha. Jagged drives a stiff forearm into the lower back of Golgotha. Jagged quickly grabs Golgotha and snaps on an arm wrench. Golgotha charges at Jagged but gets sent soaring with a Back Body Drop. Golgotha gets up. Golgotha goes for a Suplex, but Jagged counters out and then connects with the Pressure Point. Golgotha staggers up. Jagged devastates Golgotha with the awesome Back Rake. No sarcarsm there, honest. Golgotha goes for a Neck Crank but Jagged elbows his way out Golgotha turns and takes Jagged down with the Snapmare and then locks on a Sleeper Hold. Morgan Black asks Jagged if he quits. ... Golgotha tightens the hold. ... (AHHHH!) ... ... Golgotha breaks the hold. Golgotha then tosses Jagged into the ropes and then distracts the referee. Profit quickly chokes Jagged on the ropes.
Big Dave: Profit getting in a cheap shot on the newcomer. Not the best way to greet a new PWF superstar.
Jagged goes for a big right hand, but Golgotha blocks it and then snaps it over in an Arm Dragon Screw. Golgotha climbs to the top rope and then hits Jagged with the Fall from Grace Moonsault. Morgan Black counts the pin. ...1 2 Jagged escapes.
Big Dave: How does Golgotha get so much hangtime on that Moonsault? He seems to stay in the air forever.
Jagged climbs to his feet. Golgotha runs at Jagged and catches him clean on the jaw with a Jumping Calf Kick. Golgotha gets up and then climbs to the top rope. Golgotha flies off the top rope with an eye dazzling 450 Splash, landing perfectly on Jagged. Referee Morgan Black makes the count. ...1 2 Jagged just kicks out. Jagged moves back to his feet. Jagged lifts Golgotha up and then drives his shoulder into his knee. Jagged drives a forearm into Golgotha. Golgotha delivers a stiff slap to the face of Jagged. Jagged charges at Golgotha, but runs straight into a Monkey Flip. Golgotha hits a quick boot to Jagged's gut. Golgotha waits for Jagged to face him and then floors him with a Superkick. Jagged stands up. Jagged charges in, but gets caught with an elbow to the mid-section by Golgotha. Jagged sends Golgotha into the ropes, only to see him come back with a Cross Body Block. Jagged lies on the mat as Golgotha hits a Backflip Moonsault Morgan Black counts. ...1 2 Jagged escapes.
Big Dave: Jagged has looked very accomplished, considering this is his first match on live television.
Jagged staggers up to his feet. Golgotha smashes Jagged to the canvas with the powerful Dragon Fish Blow. Jagged is back on his feet. Golgotha raises his foot high in the air and then brings it down hard on Jagged's head. Jagged goes for a right hand, but Golgotha ducks it and delivers an Arm Popper counter. Golgotha irish whips Jagged into the ropes and then floors him with an awesome Clothesline. Golgotha floors Jagged with a hard left jab to the face. Jagged gets back to his feet. Golgotha drives a stiff elbow into the face of Jagged. Golgotha turns and takes Jagged down with the Snapmare. Jagged is up again. Jagged charges at Golgotha, but gets caught by a perfect Dropkick to the face. Golgotha stands up.
Big Poppa: I thought Jagged might have been making a big comeback then, but Golgotha quickly squashed it.
Now Jagged standing. Jagged hits one right hand, but his 2nd it ducked and Golgotha hits the Hangman's Neckbreaker. Golgotha moves back to his feet. Jagged climbs to his feet. Golgotha drives a stiff forearm into the lower back of Jagged. Golgotha ducks Jagged's attack and takes his legs out from underneath him. Jagged climbs to his feet. Boot to the gut, and then Jagged hits an evil Jagged DDT to Golgotha, driving his head into the mat. Jagged pulls Golgotha up again. Jagged slides behind Golgotha and snaps on the Abdominal Stretch. Referee Morgan Black is checking for a tap out. ... (AHHHH!) ... Golgotha is fighting the hold. ... (AHHHH!) ... (AHHHH!) Golgotha escapes.
Big Dave: Jagged is looking more and more impressive as the clock ticks by.
Jagged hits a Vertical Suplex on Golgotha. Jagged then locks Golgotha in the Camel Clutch, you can see the pain etched in his face. The referee is checking the situation. ... ... (AHHHH!) ... Golgotha escapes. Jagged gets Golgotha into the corner and then drives repeated fists into his face. Now Golgotha gets to his feet. Golgotha takes a boot to the gut, and then gets planted on the mat with a Gut-Wrench Powerbomb. Jagged grabs both legs of Golgotha and turns him over for a Boston Crab. Morgan Black asks Golgotha if he quits. ... ... Golgotha trys to escape. ... Golgotha trys to escape. ... Jagged breaks the hold.
Big Poppa: It seems to me that Jagged isn't interested in Paptizing Golgotha, he wants to make him tap out.
Jagged drops behind Golgotha and then nearly kills him with the devastating Neck Crank. Golgotha climbs to his feet. Golgotha charges at Jagged, but gets caught by a perfect Dropkick to the face. Jagged is up again. Jagged lifts Golgotha up and carries him for a moment before hitting the Side Slam on the mat. Jagged moves back to his feet. Golgotha clotheslines Jagged. Golgotha delivers a stiff overhand chop to Jagged Golgotha looks to end the match and plants Jagged into the mat with a Brainbuster. Jagged amazingly staggers up to his feet. Golgotha boots him in the gut and then gives a quick prayer before he finishes Jagged with the Crucifixion. Golgotha covers. 1 2 3!!!
Big Dave: A superb effort from Jagged, but Golgotha's experience managed to carry him through to victory.
Big Poppa: I think Jagged will do well. Especially if he smashes a chair over the back of Sabre's head.
Big Dave: It wouldn't matter what he did, if he did it to Sabre, you'd be happy.
Alexander is relaxing in the Gods of War locker room. Kull: is on the phone in the back ground. There is a knock at the door, and Johnny Mayhem runs in. He has schedule an interview with Alexander.
Mayhem: Alex....
Alexander stops him with a hand motion, he points at Mayhem, twirls his finger motioning for Mayhem to turn around, does a walking motion with his fingers, then he points at the door.
Alexander: ..... and wait.
Mayhem turns around, walks out the door and knocks. After a minute Alexander gets up and walks over to the door and opens it.
Alexander: Good boy Mayhem. I like you your a good American, but I would hate to have to kick your ass because you lack manners.
Mayhem: Sorry, I was running late didn't ...
Alexander: no excuse just ask your questions.
Mayhem:Hannibal was quoted as questioning your wardrobe, you know the whole fishnet thing?
Alexander: let me explain this to you, In the world of wrestling the creative staff gives you a gimmick, and designs your "costume" and you wear it whether you like it or not. Remember that guy from that one fed that use to wrestle in a clown suit?
Mayhem: yeah, that was just sad....
Alexander: I know, You see we have requested that the head honcho allow us to lose the fishnets and we are waiting on his reply on the matter. Oh and as far as Hannibal's comments on what I said about his mother, well I never actually was the one to call them cross dressers, If I remember correctly he was the one to call them crosser dressers, I guess he just forgot he hired their mothers to be the FBI agents, they did say he was drunk when he asked.
Kull hangs up the phone and walks over to where Alexander and Mayhem are.
Kull: That was Hannibal's mom, she wont leave me alone, I was nice to the old bat once, no sex or anything and she just wont leave me alone. She was telling me that even though they weren't talking Hannibal has a key to her house and he frequently comes by at 4:30 in the morning and he wakes her up with his screams of, and I quote "GOD DAMN HAYLEE *@&$ ME HARDER!"
Alexander: You see proof of Hannibal and Haylee's back door love affair.
Mayhem: Well Grimm will not be happy.
Alexander: Another bone I have to pick is he so stupid as to not hear anything I said? I explained why the website says we are from ancient cities, but I'll speak in a manner he can understand, hopefully,
WE
Alexander points to Kull and himself
WERE
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Alexander points at Kull
IS
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Mayhem is laughing uncontrollably and Kull is laughing hard enough to hunch him over, while Alexander is shaking his head in disgust of Hanibal's stupidity.
Alexander: please god tell me you understand that now?
Kull: You know I didn't know that STDs effected intelligence, but then when you take a ride on "the Village Bicycle" I guess anything is possible to catch.
Mayhem begins laughing even harder.
Alexander: Mayhem calm down, your gonna get an hernia or something.
Mayhem: HAHAHAHA I..... HAHAHAHAHA can't........ HAHAHAHA breathe......... HAHAHAHA
Kull: Cut it out Mayhem your turning purple......
Mayhem is laughing so hard he has now turned a bright shade of purple.
Alexander: Mayhem this is for your own good.
Alexander grabs Mayhem's chin and decks him knock him out, and as Mayhem lies motionless on the floor, he regains his breathe and turns back to a normal shade.
Alexander: I've said my piece now pick him up and go....
The camera man sets down his camera walks out in front of it picks Mayhem up and throws him over his shoulder walks back over to the camera and clicks it off.
Grimm is seen walking down the hall when everyone's favourite interviewer Anthony Frost walks up to him
Grimm: Anthony My man what do I give this pleasure of talking to you?
Frost: I want to know what you think of the comments made from the Gods Of War
Grimm:Ah, the GOW,You know you can cover up your "feelings" between one and other all you want but it sticks out as far as Kull's fake sword! You say creative made you wear the stuff, because your achient heros of the past. Well my histroy might be off but I never saw Kull The Conquerer wear a fishnet shirt with hot pink fishnet arm doo dads, neither I never saw the great Alexander have a fishnet shirt on. So creative made you wear this is bullshit! you know you had to go talk to the costume desginer it had nothin to do with creative. If you weren't sticking swords up your asses the whole time, you would of been able to maybe get a good attire.
Frost:What Are Your thoughts on the GOW calling your mothers the cross dressing FBI agents?
Grimm:First off my mother is dead, she died of cancer, I really hoped that Americans would actually be respectiable enough not to mock the dead, also Hanibal's mom is paralysed from the waist down, so tell me Alexander, Kull what ladies were you with?? I dobut any but you can tell yourself what ever you want, francly I don't give an American's horses ass! I have to go, later Anthony
Frost:Later...
Grimm walks off as the camera fades out
Big Dave: It seems like National Pride has gone vastly overboard and we have battle over peoples nationalities now.
Big Poppa: Well I know where I stand, I'm with Canadian Kaos, Ain't no way I'm going against any Canadian.
Big Dave: Suit yourself, I'm from the good ol' US of A, and I ain't supporting anyone who disses our great country, so I'm all for the Gods of War.
Big Poppa: Guess we've picked our sides as well.
Big Dave: Let's get it on!!
The arena darkens as the gong to signify the start "Wherever I may Roam" By Metallica is heard. The opening to the music plays through, then as the powerful drum beat kicks in, Fire Explodes from the stage. Through the fire walks Alexander. He looks to the crowd and the crowd explodes. He Marches to the ring and climbs the turnbuckle.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Rome, weighing 283lbs, The Gladiator, Alexander Crowd Cheers loudly
Pollution by Limp Bizkit surges through the arena PA and the fans burst into cheers. Hanibal steps through the curtains rubbing his goatee. He raises his arms to his sides for a second, smirks and continues down the ramp. He arrogantly walks up the steps and onto the apron. He gives one last look at the crowd before flinging himself over the top rope.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing, from Peterborough, Ontario, Canada, weighing 226lbs, Hanibal
Report: Hanibal catches Alexander in the face with a Jump Spinning Hook Kick. Alexander goes for a boot to the gut, but Hanibal blocks it and counters with a Back Kick Sweep. Alexander gets back to his feet. Hanibal ducks Alexander's right hand and then catches him with a Back Heel Kick. Alexander gets back to his feet. Hanibal grabs Alexander by the throat and chokes him until Duane Dibley asks for a break. Hanibal charges at Alexander and takes to the air with a Diving Elbow Smash. Hanibal gets back to his feet. Hanibal climbs to the top rope and then crashes down onto Alexander with the amazing 450 Splash. Referee Duane Dibley makes the count. ...1 ...2 Alexander kicks out.
Big Dave: Amazing move from Hanibal, especially so early in the match. It's a wonder he even attempted such a move.
Alexander places his arm across Hanibal's chest and then snaps him over with a T-Bone Suplex.
Big Poppa: I think Alexander has just taken control of this match.
Big Dave: I think Hanibal might need an MRI on his neck, he took that one HARD.
Alexander lifts Hanibal up and then pauses before hitting the Fallaway Slam. Hanibal moves back to his feet. Alexander slides behind Hanibal and snaps on the Abdominal Stretch. The referee is checking the situation. ... (AHHHH!) ... ... ... Hanibal escapes. Alexander throws Hanibal to the outside and then follows him out. Duane Dibley starts the count (.1) Alexander throws Hanibal into the Guard Rail.
Big Poppa: Believe me when I tell you that steel is definitely the worst thing ever to enter wrestling, well except Sabre of course.
Alexander trys for a Bulldog but Hanibal ducks his arm. (..2) Alexander throws Hanibal into the Steel Ring Post. Alexander trys for a Fire Thunder Driver but Hanibal counters with a right hand to the face. (...3) Alexander slams Hanibal on to the Announcers Table. (....4) Alexander rolls Hanibal into the ring, and then follows him in. Hanibal charges at Alexander, but gets scooped up and then takes a nasty Gutbuster. Hanibal climbs to his feet. Alexander takes a quick forearm from Hanibal. Hanibal boots Alexander in the gut with a front kick. Hanibal dives at Alexander and takes him down by the throat and continues choking him on the mat. Hanibal gets back to his feet. Hanibal sets Alexander up into a Camel Clutch, and then turns it into a Recliner Pin. Duane Dibley counts the pin. ...1 Alexander kicks out.
Big Dave: Hanibal is slowly making his way back into this match, much to the dissappointment of this fiercly partisan crowd.
Big Poppa: Damned Americans, why are they always against us Canadians?
Alexander is back on his feet. Hanibal lifts Alexander up to the top rope, hooks his head and then delivers the Super Plex. Hanibal pulls Alexander up to his feet, but he counters with a punch to the gut. Alexander hooks Hanibal up for a Suplex, but he breaks it up with a hard Elbow to the mid-section. Hanibal locks Alexander in a waistlock and then bashes him with a strong Forearm. Hanibal delivers a Hard Scoop Slam and then climbs to the top rope. The crowd watches in awe as Hanibal dives from the top rope onto Alexander with a Shooting Star Press. Duane Dibley counts. ...1 2 Alexander escapes.
Big Dave: Amazing resilience from Alexander, Hanibal has now hit two High Risk moves, and Alexander has survived them both.
Alexander gets back to his feet. Alexander goes for a right hand, but Hanibal ducks it and delivers an Arm Popper counter. Hanibal's left Roundhouse Kick catches Alexander clean on the jaw and nearly KO's him. Alexander gets up. Hanibal charges in and scores with a flying knee. Alexander takes it clean and hits the mat.
Big Poppa: Go Canada!! Hit another one Hanibal, knock him out!!
Alexander goes for a Suplex, but Hanibal counters out and then connects with a Superkick. Alexander is back on his feet. Alexander goes for a Reverse DDT, but Hanibal counters with a Snapmare. Alexander takes a strong punch from Hanibal. Hanibal delivers a quick Dropkick to the knee of Alexander. Alexander gets back to his feet. Hanibal catches Alexander with a jab to the face.
Big Dave: You've got an odd situation here, Alexander refuses to lose in front of this American crowd, and then you have Hanibal, who doesn't want to lose in front of an American crowd. But it's making for great entertainment.
Alexander tries to grap Hanibal, but gets a swift knee to the groin to end his attack. Hanibal sends Alexander to the corner and then charges in and hits a Monkey Flip. Hanibal connects with a stiff punch to the gut of Alexander. Alexander trys for a Swinging Neckbreaker but Hanibal escapes it.
Big Poppa: The power of the Maple Leaf is keeping Hanibal in this match.
Alexander hooks Hanibal up and drives his head into the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep. Alexander goes for a pin. Duane Dibley counts the pin. ...1 ...2 Hanibal escapes.
Big Dave: Close call for Hanibal there.
Alexander throws Hanibal to the outside and then follows him out.
Big Poppa: It's obvious that this American is taking Hanibal outside so he can use various weapons to cheat his way to a win.
Duane Dibley starts the count (.1) Alexander throws Hanibal into the Guard Rail. (..2) Hanibal hooks Alexander up for a Suplex, but he breaks it up with a hard Elbow to the mid-section. (...3) Alexander hits Hanibal in the face with a nice left jab. (....4) Alexander slams Hanibal into the steel rampway. Alexander throws Hanibal down the aisle back into ringside. Alexander and Hanibal both roll back into the ring. Alexander hits a boot to the gut of Hanibal and then snaps in an arm wrench. Alexander catches Hanibal in the face with a Jumping Dropkick. Alexander covers Hanibal. Referee Duane Dibley makes the count. ...1 ...2 Hanibal kicks out.
Big Dave: This match just seems to go on and on, neither wrestler is willing to lose.
Alexander catches Hanibal with a quick right hook. Alexander locks Hanibal in a waistlock and then bashes him with a strong Forearm. Alexander covers Hanibal. The ref starts the count. ...1 Hanibal kicks out.
Big Poppa: Pah! What an idiotic American. He actually believed he could knock Hanibal out with a forearm to the back? Typical.
Hanibal gets up. Hanibal staggers and then falls as Alexander catches him with a hard left jab. Hanibal gets back to his feet. Hanibal is sent crashing to the mat after taking a stiff Uppercut from Alexander. Hanibal gets up once again. Alexander drives a stiff elbow into the face of Hanibal. Alexander backs Hanibal into the corner and then climbs up and punches him 10 times with the crowd. Alexander hits Hanibal with a hard right hand. Hanibal goes for a clothesline, but Alexander ducks underneath and then floors Hanibal with a hard lariat. Hanibal is up again. Alexander quickly grabs the face of Hanibal and hits a Jawbreaker. Hanibal gets back to his feet. Hanibal backs off before charging at Alexander , but he explodes on him with a Clothesline. Hanibal charges at Alexander, but he counters and Snake Eyes him on the top rope. Hanibal stands up. Alexander delivers a violent Haymaker to the gut of Hanibal, sending him to the mat. Alexander catches Hanibal with a hard Body Punch. Hanibal has a waistlock on Alexander. But Duane Dibley is distracted so Alexander hits a Mule Kick. Alexander covers Hanibal. Duane Dibley counts. ...1 ...2 Hanibal kicks out.
Big Poppa: Damn cheating Americans, trying to sneak a cheap win over a Canadian. Well I won't have it I tell you.
Suddenly the crowds attention is drawn to the rampway, where Grimm is running down to the ring. Suddenly we switch to the crowd next to the announcers table, where Kull is hopping over the guard rail. Both men see each other and stop, surprised to see each other. They then slide into the ring and begin fighting. Everything quickly degenerates into a 2 on 2 brawl. Referee Duane Dibley waves his arms and throws the match out. The brawl continues and Security come running down the ramp.
Big Dave: It doesn't look like security is going to be able to separate these two teams very easily.
Big Poppa: Not until Canadian Kaos have kicked the Gods of War's ass. Did I mention that I was Canadian?
Big Dave: We'll cut to a commercial while we are waiting.
We fade into a locker room, the camera is showing the monitor, which is repeating the end to the Alexander v Hanibal match. The camera then turns around to the two men in the room, Power G and The Real McCoy. McCoy is talking to Power G in Cuban, but we can't hear what he is saying. McCoy looks at the monitor and realises that he is now on live. He composes himself and prepares to speak.
McCoy: {to the cameraman} Hey, give me some notice when you put us on live next time.
McCoy adjusts the buttons on his suit, and puts on his silver hat.
McCoy: Power G may have beaten Theros earlier today, but we are still not happy. Why? Because Power G has been excluded from the Last Man Standing Tournament. Why? I do not know, but it is a travesty, the greatest this company has ever seen. You have a legend standing here before you in Power G, and yet 2 men who've only been on TV for two weeks get spots ahead of the almight Power G?
Power G shakes his head and then whispers something in McCoy's ear.
McCoy: Of course it's him, who else? Yes, that's right, Matt Van Dam. Our new World Champion, still bitter because Power G is better than him, so he has to go out and . What the???
McCoy and Power G, are staring at the monitor. The camera turns towards it and we see that it appears to be constantly flicking from the arena to a picture of a man. Suddenly it freezes on the picture of the man. That man is The Real McCoy!!! Everyone looks confused, there are two Real McCoy's??? Power G looks at the monitor, but suddenly the McCoy in the room turns it off. McCoy and G then appear to be discussing something, and then Power G walks out of the locker room, giving McCoy a stare as he does so, the camera fades out as McCoy sits down holding his head in his hands.
Big Dave: What was all that about?
Big Poppa: Was that video? Or what? I don't get it, why were their two McCoy's?
Big Dave: It's a great mystery at the moment, but for now, we have more important matters, our "Loser Leaves the PWF" match. This will be a no DQ contest folks, and the loser quite literally is out of a job, he is gone, never to be seen again.
Big Poppa: One man is going to hit the road, and probably a few bottles as well.
"One More Road" by DMX hits as Q-Zee walks out with a Confident, Gangster walk, Bobbing from side to side, Slow, Looking around, nodding at fans pointing at fans, Chilled out, Athletic Jump over ropes, wanders around the ring looking at all the spectators, listening to them cheer. Jumps on Turn-buckle arms in air.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing, from Compton, LA, weighing 225lbs, Q-Zee.
The ultra-tron shows with the words masta p ETA and a stop watch quickley counting down ,when it stops the areana goes black and the titron slowley zooms in on a white dot which shows masta p under a spotlight. the music kicks in and masta p starts to walk on the video whilst showing clips of the various ass kickings he has given . THe lighting is dark green and then masta p emerges on the stage salutes the fans with one arm and walks confiedently to the ring..
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Los Angeles, California, weighing 289lbs, The Original Bad Boy, Masta P Crowd gives a decent cheer
Report: The big man Masta P charges in aggressively and floors his former partner with a viscous clothesline. Masta P drags Q-Zee to his feet and throws him into the corner, he then lays into him with hard right hands to the gut and then one big shot to the face which sends him crashing to the mat. Q-Zee pulls himself to his feet only to be clubbed across the back of the neck. Masta P sends Q-Zee to the ropes but is caught by surprise when Q-Zee comes back off and connects with a Cross Body Block. Masta P is quick to his feet, only to be caught by a succession of right hands from Q-Zee. Q-Zee then hits a spinning forearm which sends Masta P into the corner. Q-Zee then scores with a Spinning back kick and then follows it up with a volley of kicks to the gut. Q-Zee then sends Masta P to the opposite corner. Masta P charges in with a Big Boot, but Q-Zee ducks it and Masta P ends up crotching himself on the top rope. Q-Zee scores with a Haymaker which sends Masta P crashing to the floor. Q-Zee dives through the ropes and then grabs Masta P before he can stand up. He then tosses him head first into the guard rail. Masta P recoils, holding his head, Q-Zee then slams his face into the steel ring post. Masta P staggers away. Q-Zee climbs up onto the apron and as Masta P turns to face him, he dives off and scores with a Flying Clothesline. Q-Zee then pushes Philip Edgar Jones out of the way and grabs the chair he was sitting on.
Big Dave: Just a reminder folks, this match is a no disqualification contest, we don't want somebody to lose their job in the PWF on a DQ. There will be a fall to decide who wins this contest, as it should be.
Big Poppa: At least I can relate to them. I know exactly how it feels to lose your tag partner, and best friend.
Big Dave: We are all well familiar with your troubles with Sabre.
Big Poppa: It's okay, I got to facking Paptize his gummi bear loving ass at least once.
Big Dave: Gummi bear loving?
Big Poppa: Long story.
Q-Zee waits for Masta P to get up and then cracks the chair across his back. Masta P staggers around holding his back. Q-Zee tosses the chair into the ring and then rolls Masta P in before following in himself. Masta P staggers up to his feet. Q-Zee boots him in the gut and then drags him towards the steel chair where he sets him up for a Piledriver. Q-Zee tries to lift Masta P up, but he is just too heavy and he powers out with a back body drop. Masta P gets to his feet and levels Q-Zee with a huge Haymaker. Masta P drags Q-Zee up and then sends him into the ropes and then snaps him over with a viscious Power Slam. Masta P hooks the leg. 1 .2 .. Q-Zee kicks out. Masta P mounts Q-Zee and then pounds his face with stiff right hands. Masta P drags Q-Zee up to his feet, but he counters with a few punches to the gut and then breaks free from Masta P and comes off the ropes, but P counters with Bling Bling (Test Big Boot). Q-Zee looks to be out cold. Masta P makes the cover. ..1 .2 . Q-Zee just gets his left shoulder off the canvas. Masta P slams his fist into the mat and then he gets up and grabs the Steel Chair. Q-Zee drags himself to his feet. Masta P then delivers a thunderous chair shot across the forehead of Q-Zee. He goes down like he has been shot. Masta P isn't finished yet though. He tosses the chair to one side and then begins to pull Q-Zee up to his feet, but he counters with a swift low blow, and Masta P falls to the mat holding his groin. Q-Zee also stays down.
Big Poppa: Sweet Jebus that must have hurt.
Big Dave: Sweet who?
Big Poppa: Jebus? You must know the guy? He lives next door to Mr. Moose.
Big Dave: It's going to take me a while to get used to you being alongside me.
Big Poppa: As long as your not Sabre, a member of the gWo, Marcus Shooter or the damned European Champion, you'll survive.
Referee Carlton Rock begins a 10 count. On around 7 both men are virtually back on their feet, although Masta P is still in obvious pain. Q-Zee scores with the first right hand, but Masta P comes back with a much harder shot. An exchange of right hands occurs in which the big man, Masta P comes out on top. He sends Q-Zee into the ropes, but is surprised to see him come back with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Masta P pulls himself up to his feet but Q-Zee hits a knee to the gut and then drills P headfirst into the mat with a DDT. Q-Zee hooks the leg back. 1 ..2 . Masta P powers out. Q-Zee pulls him to his feet and connects with a few kicks to the gut and then a couple of strong forearms. But Masta P comes back with a violent knee to the gut, and then a clubbing Double Axe Handle to the top of the spine. Q-Zee pulls himself up. Masta P then sets Q-Zee up for the Masta Bomb, but Q-Zee escapes it and rolls over his head and down his back for a Sunset Flip Pin. .1 .2 .. Masta P kicks Q-Zee in the face to break the pinfall. Masta P gets up and then he charges at Q-Zee aggressively, but he counters with the Black Wind Driver (Sidewalk Slam). Q-Zee once again hooks the leg. 1 ..2 .. Masta P just gets his shoulder up. Q-Zee pulls him up to his feet and then hits kicks and punches to knock him into the corner. He then lifts Masta P up to the top rope. He then climbs up looking for a Franken Steiner, but suddenly Masta P grabs Q-Zee by the legs and stands up, he then finishes him with the awesome Masta Bomb from the 2nd turnbuckle. Masta P covers. ..1 2 ..3!!!!! Q-Zee's PWF career is over!!!
Big Poppa: BOOM!!! Q-Zee just got Paptized into the next dimension.
Big Dave: And out of the PWF.
Big Poppa: Masta P might have just ended Q-Zee career full stop, never mind his PWF career.
Big Dave: Well the Playaz Club are no longer a Tag Team, although it appears that the group will most likely survive quite well as a trio.
Big Poppa: That's what YOU think.
Big Dave: Why? You know something that I don't?
Big Poppa: No, not really, I just always wanted to say that.
Big Dave: Okay .we'll continue this during the break.
Big Dave: Welcome back folks, it's time for our European Title match between Austin Cain, and Inmate.
Big Poppa: You know something?
Big Dave: What?
Big Poppa: Remember at the start of the show? We saw "The Perfect Outlaw" arrive? Well what happened to him? We haven't seen him since?
Big Dave: I have no idea, perhaps he will make his presence felt before this match is over, as this is our Main Event folks. And it will be for the European Title.
The house lights cut out and the words "THE SUPREME PHENOM" scroll across the titantron. A flood of powerful white light erupts from the entry way. A single silhouetted figure steps out of the light as the instrumental "Jesus Christ Superstar" begins playing over the sound system, growing louder as it appraoches the musical climax. The figure raises his arms above his head and, just as the music peaks, flips both of his middle fingers up to the crowd. Pyros simutaneously explode across the stage, the white light cuts, the house lights come back on, tinted orange, and the music changes radically to Run DMC's "Tougher than Leather" - "UNCONCEIVABLE, UNBELIEVABLE - GRAMMAR LIKE A HAMMER INFORMATION RECEIVABLE, SENT BY THE LORD, HERE AND ABROAD, WITH WORDS WELL ADORED - NOW THEY CAN'T BE IGNORED!" A grinning Austin Cain makes his way down the ramp with a white monagrammed towel over his shoulder, he walks with a swaggering strut as he jaws at the booing fans. Briefly, he stops to point out a random fan and mouth the word "loser" to the camera. When he reaches the ring apron he slides under the bottom rope to the center of the mat, and pops up on one knee, posing with his arms outstreched as if he were being showered with praise, instead of jeers. He rises and wipes the sweat off of his forehead and face with the towel, then throws it to the audience. He mounts the second turnbuckle, laughs and points down at the fans who are scrambling for the towel.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing 248lbs, "The Supreme Phenom" Austin Cain!!
"Psycho" by System of a Down hits. Crows are flying around and resting on an electric chair. Then Inmate's logo flashes as he walks through the entrance way wearing his new Jailbird t-shirt with European title flung over his shoulder.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Amityville, Maine, weighing 279lbs, the PWF European Champion, Inmate 61969
Report: Inmate and Austin Cain circle each other, they stare each other down for a moment and then tie up. Cain snaps around Inmate into a waistlock and then lifts him up and slams him down into the canvas. He then quickly floats over his back and locks on a Front Facelock. Cain then releases the hold and gets to his feet with a smile on his face. He tells Inmate to get up. Furious, Inmate gets to his feet and goes for Cain. But Inmate's anger only serves to aid Cain, who simply stoops down and hits a Double Leg Takedown. Cain then rolls Inmate over and lifts his knee high into the air and slams it into the mat. Inmate rolls over holding his knee and then begins to pull himself to his feet. Cain makes sure he stays down with a nifty chop block to the back of the knee. Cain then drags Inmate over to the ropes and places his leg on the bottom rope. Cain then slings himself up into the air and drives his full weight down on Inmate's knee. Cain then stands on Cain with both feet and puts his full weight on Inmate's already hurting knee. Inmate struggles and Cain stumbles off. Inmate uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Cain trys an Irish whip, but Inmate loses his balance and falls to the mat. Cain pulls Inmate up to his feet and then pulls up the injured leg, leaving Inmate hopping on the other. Cain then delivers a Dragon Screw with a violent whip. Inmate holds his knee on mat. Cain pulls one leg of Inmates up and then twists himself into a Spinning Toe Hold. He then begins to spin around, doing more and more damage to Inmate's left knee.
Big Poppa: It's pretty obvious that Austin Cain is trying to turn Inmate's knee into Moose poo.
Big Dave: And he's doing a damn good job of it, so far Inmate hasn't got in so much as a right hand, it's been all Austin Cain.
Big Poppa: Yeah, but if Inmate does get into this match, then Cain is in for one hell of a Paptizing. Each blow he hits now will just fuel the rage that resides inside of Inmate.
Big Dave: I wouldn't argue with that statement at all. When Inmate is psyched up, there isn't a wrestler in the world who can stop him.
Cain changes from the Spinning Toe Hold and goes into a Figure Four Leglock. Inmate uses his elbows to lift himself up and stop himself from being pinned. He tries his best to hide the pain he is in, but you can clearly see it etched in his face. Inmate begins to pull himself back towards the ropes, while Carlton Rock continually asks if he wants to give up. Inmate actually tries to punch the referee in the face, but it sends a jolt of pain straight through his body and he goes back to trying to get to the bottom rope. Finally he reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, forcing Cain to relinquish the hold. Inmate then uses the ropes to begin to drag himself to his feet. Cain gets to his feet and a little casually pulls Inmate's leg up. Obviously Cain is looking for another Dragon Screw, but Inmate has other ideas and spectacuarly counters with an Enziguri kick catching Cain clean on the side of the head. Stunned by Inmate's sudden counter, Cain staggers to his feet. Inmate is trying to get the feeling back in his left knee, but it doesn't stop him sending Cain crashing to the mat with a stiff haymaker. Cain gets back up and Inmate lays into him with some heavy right hands, but Cain breaks the attack with a quick kick to the knee. Cain then hooks Inmate up for a Suplex, but Inmate counters with a Suplex of his own. Inmate grabs his knee immediately after delivering the move. Still, he climbs to his feet, as does Cain. Inmate sends Cain into the ropes and then tries to drive him through the mat with an awesome Spinebuster. Inmate drops down and hooks the leg. ..1 .2 . Cain kicks out.
Big Dave: Well you said it, and it looks like it is coming true.
Big Poppa: What can I say? I'm a prophet.
Big Dave: More like someone who stated the obvious. Inmate lives on adrenalin, it takes very little to rile him up.
Big Poppa: You dissing me? I'm warning you, I know people in very high places.
Big Dave: Like who?
Big Poppa: Mr. Walrus, he lives on top of Mt. Everest.
Big Dave: No he doesn't, he works for SEW, everyone knows that.
Big Poppa: Ah, that's easy to explain, Whenever there is a show, Mr Walrus flies in.
Big Dave: Flies in on what?
Big Poppa: His magical flying moose of course!!
Big Dave: {holds head in hands} There's no way I can put up with this every week.
Inmate drags the now dazed Austin Cain up to his feet and throws him into the corner. Inmate charges in and crushes him with a hard clothesline. He then begins to lay into him with heavy right hands and a few kicks to the gut. Inmate then lifts Cain up onto the top turnbuckle. He hooks his head and then delivers a high Superplex. Inmate catches his breath and then goes for the cover. ..1 ..2 Cain kicks out. Inmate lifts Cain up, but he slides behind him and delivers a Back Drop. Cain then quickly goes for the Figure Four again, but Inmate boots him in the ass and sends him into the ropes. Inmate then puts Cain down with a Drop Toe Hold. Both men get to their feet. Inmate scores with a hard right hand and then sets Cain up for a Powerbomb, but Cain breaks out in mid-air and lands on his feet. He quickly boots Inmate in the gut and then plants him with the DDT Driver (Evenflow DDT). Cain covers. ..1 2 . Inmate just gets his shoulder up. Cain goes back to the leg of Inmate and turns him over into a Half Boston Crab. Inmate takes a couple of deep breaths and then shows amazing leg strength to power out of the half crab and flip Cain over. Inmate gets to his feet and as Cain is getting up he grabs him and sends him to the ropes. Inmate then sends Cain through a loop with an extreme clothesline. Inmate then waits for Cain to get to his feet and boots him in the gut and then goes for the Death Sentence (Stone Cold Stunner), but Cain counters and pushes him into the ropes and then quickly takes him down to the mat with the Japanese Leg Roll (Rolling Leg Lock). Cain snaps the hold on and Inmate begins to crawl towards the ropes while Carlton Rock continually asks him if he wants to give up. Inmate finally grabs the bottom rope. Cain holds onto the Leg Lock until the referee gives him the 5 count. Then he lets go and pulls Inmate to his feet. He sends him to the ropes and looks set to hit the Phenomenon (Body Press Diamond Cutter), but Inmate comes off and scores with a boot to the gut, he then delivers the Death Sentence (Stone Cold Stunner). He hooks the leg. .1 ..2 . Someone dives and catches Inmate clean in the face with his own European Title belt. Carlton Rock immediately calls for the belt and the DQ. The cameras pan up and reveal that it is the "Perfect Outlaw", still wearing a mask to conceal his identity. He begins to lay into Inmate with kicks to the head.
Big Dave: That's the "Perfect Outlaw". He's a complete mystery to pretty much everyone. There is a rumour that he is a former PWF superstar, but nobody has a clue who.
Big Poppa: I've not seen anyone in the back that's come back recently, he must either have his own locker room, or just turn up unannounced.
Big Dave: His appearances are most certainly fleeting, and he seems to have picked Inmate as his prime target.
The Perfect Outlaw leaves Inmate in the middle of the ring with his title belt placed on his chest. The Perfect Outlaw then leaves the ring and heads out the same way he came in, through the crowd.
Big Dave: Well I guess he will continue to remain a mystery to everyone. Let's hope we find out more next week. We are out of time folks.
Big Poppa: DAMN!! Out of time .. I wanted to dance as the show went off-air.
Big Dave: Well, that will have to wait until next week, we'll see you then folks.
The camera fades out with the shot of Inmate out cold in the ring and Austin Cain recovering his senses.