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Allstate Arena
Chicago, Illnois
Tuesday 28th January 2002
Attendance: 26,357
Gellar: Hello everyone and welcome to the very first edition of PWF Defiance!!!!!
Blackbird: And I'm glad to be back with the PWF once again, back in a new era I might add.
Gellar: We won't waste any of your time, as Defiance Owner Big Dave is already on his way out to address the crowd, and of course, the audience at home.
Suddenly the arena goes completely black and a shady voice utters very slowly the word "BIG" then the UltraTron shows a huge concrete block, as a big "B" made from steel slams into it, then an "I" and then the "G" and fireworks erupt from all over the arena, the ring, the ramp-way, the security rails, everywhere as the main chorus to "Cochise" by Audioslave kicks in and Big Dave is raised onto the Ramp-way via a sunken platform.
He is dressed a very sharp-black Gucci suit with his long golden locks tied back into a pony tail and wearing his trade-mark shades he struts his way to the ring as the fans are roaring for the come-back of one of the true PWF greats! He comes across an excited fan that is waving the sign saying "Defiance #1" and shakes his hand and takes the sign to the ring with him. He jumps onto the ring apron and then steps over the top rope!
He soaks in the adulation of the crowd who are in a total frenzy as the cords of "Cochise" are ripping through the crowd, he goes to all four corners of the ring to acknowledge each corner of the arena and then leans through the middle rope and requests a mic from Defiance Ring announcer Philip Edgar Jones.
He then holds his hand into the air as "Cochise" ends and the arena falls into silence! Suddenly a "we love Dave" chant cascades around the arena and Big Dave begins to address the crowd.
Big Dave:- Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the very first edition of............... PWF Defiance!
Crowd pops big time for Dave
Big Dave:- I'd like to thank you all for being here with us tonight for this very special occasion. Tonight dawns a new era for PWF Entertainment. Tonight we take the glitz, the glam and the bullshit straight outta the Havoc mix and we spice it up with Blood, guts and Glory!
An ECW chant kicks up around the arena to Dave's surprise but he applauds the crowd for doing so!
Big Dave:- The very name Defiance sums up our programme in one word. We are every parents nightmare, we are every governing body's worst dream come true, because we take the rule book and shit on it! PWF Defiance will change the face of Professional Wrestling as we know it! We have the top wrestlers, we have the best athletes and they will be willing to put their bodies, their careers and their lives on the line for each and every fan in the crowd tonight and watching around the world!
I'd like to express my thanks to ESPN for taking a huge risk by hosting our potentially controversial show, but I am certain we won't disappoint them will we?
HELL NO! as the crowd chant in unison with Big Dave
Big Dave:- We have an action packed night ahead of us folks so I won't waste your time any further, I'd like you all to divert your attention to the main stage and welcome Defiance's very own favourite band, Ladies & Gentleman, tonight for your viewing pleasure, performing the Defiance Theme "Instruments Of Destruction, I give you N.R.G2!
The band rip into the Defiance Theme as Big Dave makes his way to back stage, the band are rocking full flow as the UltraTron shows clips to accompany the music......
Iron birds of fortune
Adrift above the skies
Cloudy revelations
Unseen by naked eyes
Flying tools of torments
Will penetrate the sphere
Erupt the rock of ages
Bringing final fear
Instruments of destruction
---- As The lyric "Instruments Of Destruction" hits, a clip of MVD cracking a singapore cane, Jason Hunt with a sledge hammer, and Hanibal with a steel chair over an opponents head plays in sync with the music---------
Tools of powerplays
It's a violent eruption
Existence drips away
What it really matter
When nothing really counts
Brave eternal darkness
When you're drained of every ounce
And when the nightmare's over
The final from the storm
To dust of all creation
To ashes we transform
---- As The lyric "Instruments Of Destruction" hits again, clips of Grimm, Law Hiyabusa, Golgotha, and Nightshade in Hardcore matches are played-----
The song ends with a primal scream from the lead singer and the screen fades to commercial for the first break of Defiance.
Gellar: Welcome back folks .
Suddenly the lights in the whole arena go out as the intro to "Do You Call My Name" by RA plays and the crowd goes into a booing frenzy. Just then there is a huge blast of pyrotechnics from the ramp and "Do You Call My Name" kicks in heavy and Jason Hunt walks out from the back as a spot light follows him along, he is looking very cocky tonight even more so then his usual self. Hunt gets in the ring and he poses as the crowd boo's him, and then the lights all come back on as his music stops.
Blackbird: Nobody seems to want us to get a word in.
Gellar: I know we're a new team, but this is ridiculous.
Hunt: Defiance's first show, big deal. This night as every night from now on, will be about JASON HUNT! Not Van Dam, not Sabre, not even the fans or the PWF, this is about me!
The crowd starts an "asshole" chant as Hunt just ignores it and smiles.
Hunt: Since this night is supposed to be huge and all I guess, well I am going to do a huge favour to the Defiance crew and do something that'll boost ratings. I am going to finally announce why I did what I did to Matt Van Dam at Rumble In The Bronx!
A small "Van Dam" chant starts but Hunt quickly dismisses it.
Hunt: Van Dam is a douche, don't even bother to cheer for a loser like him. Now let me tell you all why I did what I did.
The crowd reverts back to it's "asshole" chant and Hunt is getting peeved.
Hunt: Look, if you ass wipes aren't going to shut up then I'm just going to leave and you'll never know why I did it.
The crowd cheers at the notion of Hunt leaving and Hunt starts to leave but then stops and goes back to the center of the ring.
Hunt: Nah, no, it's not going to be like that. You know why? It's because you people want for Jason Hunt to leave but I can't allow for that to happen. If I leave now, this show will turn to pure crap, ratings will plummet and there will be riots from the JasonHolics who couldn't get enough of their beloved King. Onto my reason, the reason why Matt Van Dam is no longer World Champ and the reason that you have all been waiting in anticipation for. The reason...it's very simple really. The reason that I turned my back on the crappy sinking gWo and...
The whole crowd yells "get on with it!" in anger as Hunt looks around in shock.
Hunt: Hold your horses, it's all about patience people. I've had enough of playing second fiddle to Matt Van Dam, I am sick and tired of me doing all the real work and him taking the credit. I was the backbone of the gWo, it wouldn't be anywhere without Jason Hunt. And what did Van Dam do? He took all the credit, I helped him win all of his matches and he did NOTHING for Jason Hunt. I had to do it all on my own, while Matt Van Dam had an easy ride as the World Champ. Well no more of that, oh no, no longer will Matt Van Dam have it easy. No longer will Jason Hunt carry his pathetic ass time and time again. Matt always held me back, because he knew that I was on the rise to win that World Title, I was his only real threat. So he held me back as much as he could to keep that belt around his belt and off of mine, because he is a selfish insecure bastard that is nothing.
Jason paces around the ring and starts to get in to his promo.
Hunt: Everything always has to be MVD's way, but that's not going to happen anymore. As of right now things will only go Jason Hunt's way, this show, this brand, this federation...it's going to revolve around JASON HUNT!
Just then the Tron cuts backstage to footage of Matt Van Dam entering the arena and there is a small chant starting for him. Hunt looks on in pure disgust.
Hunt: What the fuck is this? Why the hell does Matt Van Dam have to interuppt people and more importantly me with lame ass footage of him entering the arena? Is that insecure about himself that he has to let everyone in the world know he entered the damn building? This is just a prime example of how Matt has to have everything revolve around him and everyone is out to hold Jason Hunt back! Well fuck you guys, I'm going to the locker room.
Jason Hunt slams his microphone down into the mat and "Do You Call My Name" hits again and Jason looks pissed. Hunt storms out of the ring and up the ramp to the backstage area.
After Hunt begins to leave the arena the scene cuts backstage. MVD picks up his gym bag and begins to head towards to the locker room arena to prepare for the first show on Defiance when he is interuppted by a young member of the ring crew...
Crew Member:- Hey MVD!
MVD:- yadda yadda lil man, what's up?
Crew Member:- I thought you might wanna take a look at what just went down in the ring!
MVD:- What? Some rookie piece of shit wanna make a name for himself by taking on the gWo .............AGAIN! Like they do every week?
Crew Member:- Actually no, well kinda, well actually its Jason Hunt!
MVD:- .............
Crew Member:- He has just punked your ass out Van Dam!
MVD pushes the kid aside to view a short reply of the Hunt speech just moments ago!
MVD:- ARRRRRRRRRGH!
MVD screams out and puts his already taped up fist through the small monitor screen and stomps with a purpose towards the arena
It doesn't take long before MVD finds Hunt taking time out for one of his female (or male depending on how you look at it) flunkies for a quick autograph, MVD marches straight into the path of Hunt and already the security are on stance like Buzzards over dead meat, they know what is coming!
Hunt:- Well ...well..well if it isn't Mr Fancy Pants himself! Listen Matt, I don't wanna waste my time on has-beens like you, I'm the fast raising superstar in the PWF and your nothing but a loser Van Dam..........A LOOOOOOOOOOSER!
MVD says absolutely nothing then he looks towards the floor and begins to laugh
MVD:- Ha....ha...haha....HAHAHAHA!
Hunt:- Ha ha ha, see I knew you'd see sense eventually!
MVD:- Mu-Ha-Ha this, bitch!
MVD lunges towards Hunt who is off guard and they go into a grapple and are all the place, knocking over tables, bumping into walls and steel scaffolds when security break it up. As they Pull off Hunt his is left vulnerable for a second as his hands are pinned back and MVD gets in one last right hand which connects oh sooooooo sweetly to the month of Hunt who then hits the deck, and MVD is then dragged away.
Big Dave then hits the scene and can see nothing but carnage, broken tables, twisted steel and small traces of blood, and 10 security guards between the 2 foes!
Big Dave:- WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED! Take Van Dam away I need to have words with Mr Hunt!
As the guards forcefully drag away MVD he is trying to fight them off to get back to Hunt...
MVD:- Let me go you sons of bitches! Hey Jason who is the king of Swing now? You little bastard!
The screen fades to black as MVD is leading the security escorts and Hunt to a security room, with him clutching his jaw in agony!
Gellar: Things have started chaotically, already we've had Jason Hunt piss off everyone in the building, then we have a brawl backstage, which security has to break up.
Blackbird: Sounds like good fun to me.
Gellar: Well, no point slowing down I suppose, so we'll kick straight on with our opening match, where Splinter takes on Suicide.
Credit: Sabre
"Pain" by Soulfly hits as Splinter walks through the entrance. Various instances of Hardcore Matches involving Splinter are played on the tron. He walks down to the ring, exchanging a few words with various front row fans. He rolls into the ring and awaits the start of the match with an confident look on his face.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Colchester, England. Weighing in at 223lbs. SPLINTER!!!!
The lights go a light blue as "Jumpdafuckup" by Soulfly hits as Suicide walks out of the entrance way. He gets the crowd behind him as he walks down the aisle and then slides under the ropes. He then climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 237lbs, SUICIDE!!!!!
Report: Suicide waits in the ring, warming up against the ropes as Splinter slides in behind him, chair in hand. Suicide spins around and only has a moment to raise his hands up as Splinter brings the weapon down straight onto Suicide's head. The ref starts yelling at Splinter who calmly throws the chair out of the ring as the bell rings to start the match. Splinter goes for the pinfall but Suicide barely gets a shoulder up in time.
Blackbird: "haha, the first move used in Defiance was a chair shot. Sweet!"
Gellar: "Why wasn't Splinter disqualified?"
Blackbird: "Because everything is legal on Defiance!!!"
Hanibal: "Technically, I'm still waiting for this match to happen. Booooring."
Splinter begins to hammer away at Suicide who struggles to rise with numerous axe handles. He finally pulls Suicide up and attempts a clothesline put Suicide ducks the killer arm and hooks his hands onto Splinters neck, dropping him with a neckbreaker. Both men lie motionless for a second and the ref begins the double DQ countdown.
Gellar: "It'd be a travesty if Defiance's first match ended in a double countout."
Blackbird: 'Funny, though.'
Hanibal: 'These two think they're so hardcore. Look at 'em now, how can you make lying down look hardcore?'
Splinter finally rises first, with Suicide dragging himself onto his knees. Both men lock up but Splinter lands a knee to the midsection before whipping Suicide into a corner. Splinter runs in for a shoulder charge but Suicide brings his elbow up in a desperation move, hitting Splinter in the face and sending him reeling. Suicide then takes the advantage by applying a belly to back suplex, sending Splinter head first onto the canvas. Suicide then spins on his heel, following a retreating Splinter into the turnbuckle before striking him with a huge knife-edge chop, which echoes throughout the arena. The crowd "whooo's" loudly as Suicide winds up for another attempt but Splinter quickly gets in an eye poke before throwing Suicide into the ropes and hitting a DDT on the rebound. Both men hit the canvas and begin to rise slowly before coming to blows. Both Suicide and Splinter pummel each other with huge right hands until Splinter begins to get the upper hand, busting Suicide open with a king hit to the forehead.
Gellar: "Suicide still hasn't gotten over the chair shot and now he's starting to pay for It."
Hanibal: "I've yet to get over this stinker of a match. You have no idea how embarrased I am to be here."
Splinter hits a back body drop and begins to set Suicide up with a figure four but Suicide desperately starts kicking away, hitting Splinter in the face and sending him over the top rope and crashing outside. Suicide kips up and runs to the ropes looking for a baseball slide but ends up missing his target as Splinter ducks for cover at the last minute. Suicide crashes into the guardrail before Splinter jumps on him, irish whipping him into the steel steps outside. Suicide arches his back as it spasms in pain as Splinter struts around the carnage he's caused before strolling over to the commentary booth...
Blackbird: C'mon now Splinter, I don't want any trouble here...
Hanibal: "What is it, punk? Feel like witnessing a reply of the PPV match? Any time."
Gellar: Quiet Hanibal, I think he can hear you!
Splinter begins to reply to Hanibal's smack talking but Hanibal quickly slaps the taste out of his mouth. Splinter, somewhat shocked, stares a hole into Hanibal and reaches back for a strong right hook. However, focus was taken away from Suicide who quickly grapples Splinter from behind and hits his finisher, the 'Effect'! Splinter drops onto the concrete floor like a rag doll as Hanibal laughs loudly. Suicide looks at Hanibal and the crowd can audibly hear him shouting 'Your ass is next!' Before throwing Splinter back into the ring. He goes for the pin, but at the very last minute Splinter gets his hand up.
Hanibal: "Look at those morons. What idiot comes up with a finisher that people can kick out of?"
Gellar: "Well he DID hit the finisher out of the ring and had to drag Splinter back in..."
Hanibal: "Shut it."
Suicide picks Splinter up and sends him back down with a huge haymaker. The crowd begins to get behind Suicide as he picks Splinter up again and almost takes his head off with a second haymaker. Suicide begins lifting Splinter up again, but Splinter sneaks in a low blow which doubles over the superstar, before running to the ropes. Splinter looks to hit a legdrop, but Suicide quickly grabs him, spinning him around in a huge tilt a whirl slam. The crowd heats up even more as Suicide signals once more for the 'Effect'. He picks Splinter up and turns him around but Splinter desperately tries to counter the move, hitting multiple elbows to Suicides head before throwing him overhead in a belly to belly suplex. Splinter then crosses over to the turnbuckle, lifting himself up before signalling to the crowd. As Suicide rises, Splinter launches off with a precise dropkick, knocking the sense out of Suicide, who's doesn't quite fall. Instead, he puts his hand up to his head, looking at the blood, which is now pouring out. He walks straight into Splinter, who grapples with him...
Gellar: "Splinter Driver! Splinter Driver!"
Splinter picks Suicide up and promptly drops him on his back before collapsing on top of his body. The ref makes the three count and the crowd reacts as Splinter slowly gets up and gets his hand raised in victory.
Gellar: "Splinter picks up the win, but I'd like to see how he'd fare without that chair shot."
Hanibal: "Well you just have to look at Rumble In The Bronx... he wouldn't last."
Splinter crosses the ring before pointing the finger at Hanibal, still on commentary, while shouting select four letter words his way...
Blackbird: "Sounds like he's calling you out, Hanibal."
Hanibal: "Ugh. Not again."
Hanibal slowly rises from his chair, removing his headset before moving slowly towards the ring. Splinter still leans over the ropes, talking smack, before he is suddenly silenced by a chair shot from Suicide. Hanibal laughs as Suicide slams the chair onto the canvas, all the while looking silently at Hanibal who begins to walk up the ramp.
Gellar: "Well, the first match is officially over... what've we learnt?"
Blackbird: "We've learnt that chair shots = ratings."
Gellar: "Anything else?"
Blackbird: "Yeah, Splinter won the match but I can't say he's the true victor!"
Outside a peal of thunder roars as lightning snakes down to the earth. All of this is seen through a small window in the background. The camera remains looking outside at the maelstrom of weather as it pours rain and pounds on the arena. A deep voice speaks from the side.
Zion: Terrible isn't it? The strength of nature. It's fury unrelenting as mankind carves away her secrets, exposing the depths that never should be explored. And all the while we sit comfortable, warm and secure in our own little world. A world devoid of nature, a world we created with machines and minds.
The camera slowly pans back, showing the room. The small lamp is lit as always, the true flame burning on the small wick rapidly. Beneath in a clear glass vase is the oil that soaks the wick. The light is enough to see the truly massive Zion, as he stands next to the window looking out.
Zion: Not long ago I was a victim of that. The cold. I was little more than a breathing rock in nature's path. It was through my own mistakes though. At one time I was a successful young man, a world of promise ahead of me, and a lifetime of ease. But fate can be a cruel taskmaster, grinding the heel of her boot into your spine just when things look the most promising.
Another lightning strike outside illuminates the room. Zion's arms are clasped behind his back as he speaks.
Zion: A deal signed in gold, and written in lies. I learned too well the distrust and depths to which a human will stoop. The contract signed the end of my life, or so I thought. All the money I had spent my life accumulating disappeared. My records were bare, my stocks sold, accounts empty like the mind of our youth.
Zion: You see, I now realize that I had become Iccarus. The one whom attempted to rise too high, and had his waxe wings melted by the sun. I fell, much as he, to death. But my death haunted me each day. Living on the street, fishing the remains of anothers lunch for my own. Life was sad, and each day I hoped to happen across an instrument to end it all.
Zion turns from the window and looks at the camera as he moves back to his titanic winged chair, one hand sliding onto the high armrest and gripping it solidly.
Zion: A year and a day passed. I had found a refridgerator box and dragged it to my own portion of the city park. It was a small home, but it offered some protection from the snow. That night I slept, ready for the cold to take me and end the misery I lived in. Misery is an odd ally, as it can help one to see the truth in matters. None of my former life mattered! It was false, a shield I used to earn what I wanted. But it was without worth, little more than a cheap facade.
Zion sits down into his chair slowly, disappearing into the darkness.
Zion: I survived that night, and when I awoke I knew why. I had been chosen for something better. My sins were paid in full, and doubt washed clean. As I awoke and pulled the sore, twisted body from the wreckage of the box I felt life renew within my arms! I felt my heart beat for the first time in months! The feeling is beyond understanding, I cannot communicate the power of it to you all.
Zion: I picked up the piece of my life and sewed them back together, leaving the shatterings of pride behind. I cleaned, and prepared to begin, I knew the day was mine for the taking - that this on chance had been granted to me.
The hands move into the light and form a steeple silently, the fingers flexing back and forth against one another.
Zion: As I began my search I was called aside. A strange little man summoned me, he escorted me within a building and there I beheld what I knew to be my future. This land. This world. Wrestling. The other facets of our reality held their own champions. But not here, I saw the depravity born from greed and sloth. It was a simple choice, and I knew it to be correct. I was gifted with size and strength, but also intellect and determination.
Zion: Never have I claimed to be the perfection of our goals, only the tool. And a tool need only be strong enough, in physical and spiritual strength to survive it's use and complete it's task. He above controls me, and I bend to his will. This land is my calling, and my task is clear. The taint has grown deep within this land, ensnaring even the finest of moral character unknowingly.
He shifts in the chair a little
Zion: And to my friends let them call me by name, and understand my duty as the Dark Saviour. My ways are shadowed, and to battle demons one must often become a demon himself. This I know and understand, but it is the way that our goals will be accomplished.
Zion: To my foes, let them know me as the Messenger of Destruction, for their ways will come to an end before me. I do not guarantee anything, for it is not my will that determines it. I will not demand of anything, for I am not the one whom delivers it.
Zion stands up and walks into the light, grabbing the door and opening it - letting the brilliance from the hallway spill inside and dispel the shadows.
Zion: My path is clear, and all who walk against me shall learn of my task in order. Let them come.
Zion turns and walks out into the hallway, letting the door close behind him.
We return into the backstage area. We see a close up of a gWo sign, we pull out to reveal the gWo locker room door, and MVD is heading towards it, looking a bit dejected. He opens the door and looks around longingly.
MVD: "Seems so empty in here."
MVD barely gets out another word before Defiance Owner Big Dave walks in.
Big Dave: "Matt"
MVD: "Boss".
Big Dave: "About what you did at the top of the show."
MVD: "What of it?"
Big Dave: "I don't ever want to see it again, not while I'm running the show."
MVD: "You don't want to see it? Well TOUGH. I don't care if you throw me out of the PWF. Hunt didn't just screw me over, he ripped out my heart, and I'll be damned if I let him get away with it."
Big Dave: "Don't even dare threaten me, or I'll throw you into the streets, personally."
MVD: "Try me, and besides, how come I'm taking the blame for this? There were two people in the brawl, Yet I take all of the blame? What kind of fucking owner are you?
Big Dave: "I'll be seeing Hunt later, you'd better calm down, I'll be back to talk to you again later."
Just then, Sabre walks through the door, carrying his esteemed title. He stops in the door frame and takes a sniff of the air, and looks repulsed.
Sabre: 'You know, I never realised this before... but this place smells like ass! Sour, dirty ass! And where's the freaking plasma screen TV I ordered? Lemme guess... the mungrels took it back because this room is too small. You know what? We need to knock this goddamn wall down. Whos locker room is behind this one, Solo's? He won't mind, he can live in the toilet cubicle down the corridor.'
Sabre drops his bags and rearranges his title belt from one shoulder to the next before walking over to the wall, paying no attention to Matt as he vents nearby...
Sabre: 'Defiance's flagship superstar shouldn't have to think about renavating. Heck he shouldn't have to worry about living in squalor... squalor that smells like sour, dirty ass at that!'
MVD: "If you don't like it, then why don't you find your own locker room. Or isn't the locker room of the gWo good enough for you anymore? CHAMP!!"
Sabre stares at MVD, yet the camera can't capture any emotion from the champ's face thanks to his dark glasses. Finally, Sabre's face cracks into a sneer...
Sabre: 'Yeah, whatever. You know, I always wondered why it was the GREEN World order... I guess you just answered my question, green horn. Nice title defence at the Rumble, by the way. Maybe you should check out my match to see how a title defence should REALLY look like.'
MVD steps up to the plate, eyes locked on Sabre before Big Dave steps in between the two heated egos...
Big Dave: 'I think that's about enough here. Sabre, I want to talk to you now anyway... care to meet me in my office?'
Sabre: 'Don't you mean MY office?'
Big Dave: 'Don't start with me, just go.'
Sabre: 'Like I said, whatever. Greenhorn here can cool his jets while I take a better look around this dump.'
Sabre clicks his fingers before departing the locker room along with Big Dave as Matt Van Dam stays standing, teeth grit and fists clenched before picking up a glass on a nearby table and smashing it against the wall in rage...
Gellar: Hands up who thinks Sabre is getting a little bit too big for his boots.
Blackbird: If everyone in this arena could hear you now, there'd be a LOT of hands raised right now. Probably a good 20,000.
Gellar: And yet nothing ever seems to be done about it.
Blackbird: Sabre is the champ, and would you risk alienating one of your top stars when there is a rival show who will snap him up in an instant?
Gellar: I guess not.
Blackbird: Anyway, isn't it about time we got back to some in-ring action.
Gellar: It is, time for a clash of the super-heavyweights, as Zion Crest takes on the mighty King Volcano.
Report: The two big men circle around each other. Zion's eyes are permanantely locked on King Volcano, who still looks out of shape. The two men tie up, amazingly, Zion easily overpowers King Volcano and pushes him into the corner. Zion then delivers a hard overhand chop. KV takes it badly and staggers out of the corner. Zion hits a heavy right hand and reels back ready to deliver a 2nd, but KV has gone down, Zion looks surprised, clearly he didn't think it was that hard a punch. Zion pulls King Volcano up and throws him into the corner. He then lays into him with a volley of heavy right hands. KV barely offers up a resistance. Zion pulls KV out of the corner and then delivers a big Vertical Suplex. He goes for a cover. 1 ..2 King Volcano barely kicks out, and is already gasping for air. Zion grabs KV around the throat with both hands and drags him to his feet, he then casually lifts him up in the air in the "Repent" (Double Chokelift), which on Defiance is a legal submission hold. Zion doesn't wait to see if KV submits or not, he just throws him across the ring as if he were a lightweight.
Blackbird: I know I'm new here, but isn't this just a little bit one-sided?
Gellar: I've never seen anyone manhandle King Volcano like this. Sure KV looks completely out of shape, but that just means he weighs more!!! Yet Zion picked him up like he weighed 50lbs.
KV slowly staggers to his feet only for Zion to boot him hard in the gut. He then lifts KV up and plants him with the Rancor (Sit Out Powerbomb). Zion doesn't go for a cover, but instead does an aggressive cutthroat motion and then drags KV to his feet. He then lifts KV up suplex style, and then brings him down headfirst with "Destruction" (Screwdriver). Zion covers for the inevitable win. 1 2 ..3. Zion completes a total demolition of King Volcano.
Gellar: I'm not sure whether to congratulate Zion or pity him, because he might as well have been fighting a ghost.
Blackbird: A ghost would probably have put up a better fight. That has to be the most one-sided match in PWF history.
Gellar: You don't need to look through the record books to check that out, I can guarantee you it. King Volcano just put in quite possibly the worst performance in PWF History.
Blackbird: Let's give some credit to Zion Crest though, he showed off his awesome power, there isn't anyone else in the PWF who could lift a man who weighs 500lbs.
Gellar: Yeah, but there is only so much credit you can give when he's fighting an opponent who performs like that.
Blackbird: Bring back Ken Kido .
The scene unfolds with a clip of an older wrestling match...
Nightshade starts to pose thinking he has won, what he doesn't know is that Scrimm is hanging on to the bottom of the platform and is working his way to the other side. He finally gets to the other side and starts to climb up. Scrimm gets up behind Nightshade, he twirls him around. Nightshade has the ultimate look of surprise on his face, but it is short lived before Scrimm gives him an over the head belly-to-belly suplex. Nightshade goes sailing through the air and hits the fencing. He grabs on for dear life. The fencing shakes violently. Nightshade hangs for dear life. Scrimm walks over and tries to grab for his legs. He looks like he is trying to pull him down. Nightshade dangles there a little more. Finally he jumps off towards Scrimm and delivers the Sulphurous Ash to him through the middle of the scaffold. Nightshade grabs on to one of the bars, dislocating his shoulder while Scrimm continues to fall through the rest of the scaffolds. He hits one causing him to spin in one direction, bouncing off and hitting the fencing, before finally hitting the ring ropes and getting flipped over before hitting the concrete.
Fred Stipe: Shut off the f-ing cameras, shut those goddamn things off now!!!!!
Ted Holigan: Listen to the f-ing man and do it, do it now!!!!!
Nightshade dangles there for a The screen goes black. A voice over is heard. The voice of Nightshade.
God Nightshade: June 4th, 2000... Carnival of Fear was the name of the event. Dave Scrimm and Nightshade for the Slaughterhouse World Title. The night my life changed forever... You see, that night, the life of Dave Scrimm was taken away and I was given the Slaughterhouse World Title for the first time... From that moment, I was looked at with a quiet fear from everyone on the roster. At first... I hated it... I hated being skipped over... being branded a murderer. Dave Scrimm knew the risks in that match... he knew what could happen... That night was the beginning...
We cut back to a new scene...
Bud Dawg is really pissed and goes after Solo. He begins pounding on Solo as security pours out of the back. They pull Bud Dawg and Solo apart. In the ring, Nightshade and AAG are brawling with Bobby and Scythe, and security breaks them up. Both of the groups reunite with one another and Project Havoc is on it's way back up the ramp. Solo is frustrated because he let Phenix go. Bud Dawg grabs a mic.
Bud Dawg: Solo, you stupid (bleep)! That is the last time you poke your nose into my business. I want you in the ring tonight. One on one, and I will show exactly why you don't belong in my league!
The fans go crazy at the thought of that. Solo nods his head that he agrees to it. Then, Nightshade grabs a mic.
Nightshade: No, no, no that's not happening Bud Dawg.
Bud Dawg looks surprised at Nightshade, and the fans boo at first.
Nightshade: Your not getting Solo because your getting Phenix! Phenix will wrestle tonight, and he will wrestle the World Champion... Bud Dawg!
The fans go insane after hearing that and the noise in the arena is deafening.
God Nightshade: They were all eating out of my palms. I gave them what they wanted to see... I gave them what they needed. Their trust in me ballooned... All the while, I was realizing my destiny... All it needed was anger... All I needed to have it come together was a tragedy...
Nightshade turns and sees the image of his wife being held hostage. A look of helplessness engulfs the commissioner's face as he stares at the screen.
Nightshade: NO! NOOOOO! You sorry mother (bleep)! You're a dead man!
He turns and starts to climb into the ring, going after The Maxx.
Maxx: No, no, no, Nightshade. Take another look.
Nightshade looks back at the screen, and sees someone walk up behind her. However, the close up only enables the man's two hands to be seen placed on her shoulder. Nightgoddess he squirming and trying to get free, but to no avail. Tears are streaking down her face.
Maxx: Make one more move towards me, and Nightgoddess will no longer look anything like a goddess. Trust me. I've seen what this man can do.
Nightshade stares at her struggling and shakes his head back and forth in anger. Then, he snaps his head towards The Maxx in the ring.
Nightshade: I swear on my life, if you let Scythe hurt her I'll give everyone of you (bleep).
Maxx begins to laugh.
Maxx: Scythe? That's not Scythe. Mr. Blade is done with you, bossman. He's moving on. As for me and you, we're just getting started. Oh, and about the man holding your... wife - he's a bad man.
Nightshade: Screw all this (bleep)! I am the commissioner and I say that it's you and me tonight in this ring! I'm gonna rip you a new (bleep)hole. When I'm done with you, you'll know why I'm the man, and you're nothing at all in this business. And, after I'm done with you, I'm going after whoever that (bleep) is up on the screen. This all ends tonight!
The crowd cheers at that.
Maxx: I don't think you understand the situation here, Nightshade? I have a very dangerous man holding your wife hostage. With a simple snap of my fingers, he rips her head off. In light of that fact, who is calling the shots now?
Big boos rain from the crowd.
God Nightshade: I must again thank those men for doing what they did to me... I had trusted Pelican, but he stabbed me in the back. Something that I will never forget... But they say you should keep your friends close, but your enemies closer... I was stripped of my commissionership of the Slaughterhouse... given away to a man who upheld my sense of the business...
The scene cuts back to the Asylum after Crossroads 2001. Nightshade, Nightgoddess, Jack Thompson, and Fred Stipe are in the back. Nightshade is about to reveal who the new commissioner would be...
Nightshade: Fred Stipe.
Fred is shocked for a second, but then a smile hits his face.
Fred Stipe: Me? Really?
Nightshade: Yep, I left you in charge before and you did a fine job. So, I'm gonna leave it in your hands again. It's about time we have a competent, non-wrestling commissioner. I mean, I did an excellent job, but I couldn't put all of my attention everywhere. I bestow upon you all duties of commissioner. Now, to be sworn in, raise your right hand and repeat after me.
Fred raises his right hand.
Nightshade: I, Fred Stipe, am now the sovereign being here in the MOW Slaughterhouse. I will make all judgment calls to the best of my ability, and God Nightshade is the best.
Seconds after Nightshade starts.
Fred Stipe: I, Fred Stipe, am now the sovereign being here in the MOW Slaughterhouse. I will make all judgment calls to the best of my ability, and God Nightshade is the best.
Nightshade, Nightgoddess, and Jack all start to laugh.
Fred Stipe: Hey! You got me there...
Nightshade rummages in his pocket and pulls out some keys as the scene fades.
God Nightshade: There it was... the beginning of God. The first night remembered to all that I was known as God Nightshade...
Zion Crest is walking back from his match. As he goes down the hallways of backstage, we see Golgotha standing outside of his locker room. As Zion gets closer, we hear Golgotha try to start up a conversation.
Golgotha: "Nice match out there."
Zion takes little to no notice on Golgothas comments and walks on by. Golgotha gets behind him and shoves the big man to get his attention.
Golgotha: "Hey! I'm talking to you, you big retard!"
At this, Zion turns around and looks at Golgotha. The Hardcore Christian doesn't pause, as he continues to address the giant.
Golgotha: "You know something Zion? We're not all that different, you and I. Truth is we have a lot more in common that you think. For example, we both claim to God has help made us who we are. God has both given us the oppurtunity to become some of the best wrestlers. But you know what the main difference is between us? And it has nothing to do with my good looks, or humility or anything like that."
Golgotha looks up and attempts to look the bigger man in the eyes with a slight tint of anger in his eyes. Golgothas smirk turns into a look of anger and disgust.
Golgotha: "The difference is that despite my success, I haven't forgotten God! I haven't become a backslider. you would think that someone like you would at least mention God and what he's done for you, but no! your to much of an egotist. Its all about you, isn't it! Truth is, you owe God a lot more respect than you are giving Him! Without Gods provision, you'd still be a bum on the streets. Heck, in my opinion, you still are a bum because you fail to give credit where it is due."
Golgotha stands and waits for some kind of response from Zion. When he doesn't get one after about 5 seconds, Golgotha decides to continue.
Golgotha: "But its not to late for a pathetic backslider like yourself. You can still come back. For I haven't forgotten my calling and I will help you back onto the path of righteousness...The straight and narrow. So what do you say? Don't answer yet, watch what I do tonight. I plan on telling those sinners we call an audience exactly where they stand with God. Join me in my crusade. Because if you cross me, may god have mercy on your soul, cause I sure as hell won't!"
Golgotha brushes by Zion as he heads down to the ring with his golden Bible in hand. The big man just stands there in silence, watching the Hardcore Christian walk off before he heads on his way to his locker room.
Gellar: Is it me? Or did Golgotha just tell Zion Crest to follow him, or else?
Blackbird: That pretty much covers it. Golgotha never used to be like this, If you ask me, he's being influenced by someone, and my money's on Profit.
Gellar: You never know, perhaps he's just tired of everyone not taking Christianity seriously, so he's taking it into his own hands.
"Mudshovel" by Staind hits the speakers. Crowd confuse by the familiar tune as Solo makes his way out. On his right shoulder he slaps the HIAC Title proudly as he walks to the ring. Crowd boos as he arrogantly makes his way up the steps. Slipping through the ropes, Solo walks around the ring displaying his belt. He proceeds to walk toward the ring announcer table and demands a mic. Once he receives the mic proceeds to the middle of the ring.
Gellar: We'll have to save our discussion of Golgotha for another time, as Solo obviously has something to say.
Blackbird: Probably wants to gloat over Suicide, now he's got his HIAC title back.
Solo: "Finally, the belt is back where it belongs. It is funny how you people doubted me. You said that I was washed up. A has been. Yet who stands here victorious once again?"
Solo stares at the crowd looking for a reaction.
Solo: "That's right, me. I told you people what I was gonna do to Suicide. I did just that too. I hope you learn something Suicide. Crime doesn't pay, but that isn't why I'm out here. Oh no its not."
Solo smiles a bit as it turns to his usual facial expression.
Solo: The reason I'm out here is because I'm a winner. I'm not only the best at the HIAC. I'm the best at every match there is. Let it be Hardcore, Cage, Regular, Tag Team, etc. I have dominated my opponent with ease. Yet you people don't appreciate me. I come out here night in and night out giving you people the best what do I get. Boos! Hated by the very people I the things I do. Well tonight all that changes."
Crowd does just that and boos loudly. Solo nods as he expected it.
Solo: "See that is what wrong with you people. You don't know how to give respect when its due. Just like that half-witted Nightshade. If it wasn't for his pathetic ass nailing me with a chair I would have won the Rumble. In do time he will get his."
Solo looks around the arena at the fans as they chant something.
Solo: Since I got nothing else to do tonight. I think I am gonna book myself tonight in a match. That's right. I am laying down an open challenge. Who wants to be a victim of Pain... Painful Memories?"
Solo paces around the ring awaiting someone to come out to accept his challenge.
Solo: "Just like I thought. No one back there got enough guts to face me. I don't blame you people for fearing me. I would fear me too after what I did to Suicide. It also proves to you people out there that I am the best this company has to offer. Soon there will be no one left standing in my way to the World...."
Solo is cut off as the sound system kicks in with "Jesus Christ Superstar" and "The Supreme Phenom" Austin Cain walks out of the entry way.
Gellar : "Austin Cain!?! We just got word today that he was returning to the ring, and that Big Dave was able to sign him to Defiance, but I would never have guessed he would be ready for competition so soon!"
Blackbird: "He's either really brave or really stupid."
Credit: Rex Idol
Report: Cain simply points to the ring, looking extremely psyched. Solo gestures for Cain to come and get some, which Cain to quicken his pace. He runs down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. The two meet in the center of the ring and we are under way with a furious exchange of punches.
Blackbird: "Well, here we go!"
Gellar: "Cain shouldn't get into a brawl, he'd be much better served sticking to his strengths and trying to wrestle Solo. Cain is the better technical wrestler here."
They repeatedly trade lefts and rights, until surprisingly Solo staggers back. Cain follows and lands a stinging reverse knife-edge chop across the chest (WHOOO!). He doubles Solo over with a knee to the gut, and follows up with a quick snap-mare into a reverse chinlock. Solo powers his way to his feet, and Cain switches to a side headlock. He can only hold it for a second before Solo pushes him into the ropes, and uses the momentum to send Cain running off to the opposite ropes. Cain comes bouncing off with a shoulder block but Solo stands his ground and sends Cain to the mat. Solo taunts, telling Cain to bring it on. Cain shakes it off and gets to his feet. He circles before locking up, this time slipping behind Solo with a hammerlock. Solo goes to break the hold with a hard elbow, but Cain ducks under and takes Solo down with a drop toehold, then floats over into a front face-lock. Solo pounds the mat with his fist in frustration.
Gellar: "That's just what I was talking about; good solid mat wrestling."
Blackbird: "Eh, get back to the brawling, I say."
Solo is able to stand up and push Cain, still holding the face-lock, into the corner. The ref calls for the break. Cain breaks the hold and Solo responds by driving a shoulder into his ribs. Solo takes a step back and lands a hard uppercut to the jaw, then a series of vicious kicks to the mid-section. He then grabs a handful of hair and starts slamming Cain's head into the turnbuckle, again and again.
Gellar: "Cain looks a little slow in there, I have to wonder if he's 100%"
Blackbird: "What are you his mother? He's fine, just watch the match. I've taken worse bumps and got straight back up."
Gellar: "Not everyone is quite as tough as you though."
Solo pulls Cain out of the corner and scoops him up and body slams him hard to the mat. Using his foot, Solo rolls Cain over, then bounces off the ropes, and hits a driving elbow into the back. Cain cries out in pain, and begins writhing around in pain.
Gellar: "I was afraid of this, I'm betting Cain rushed back to soon - that back isn't fully healed yet!"
Blackbird: "But come on, you have to give Solo credit. What a smart move."
Solo walks over and starts laying boot after boot to the injured back. He grabs the top rope, steps on the middle rope, and launches himself up for a huge jumping stomp. Confidently, Solo picks Cain up and Irish whips him to the ropes, and then catches him with a devastating Boss Man Slam. Cain cries out again as his back has to be absolutely killing him.
Gellar: "The referee has to consider stopping this, with his back in the shape it's in Cain can't possibly win this, and he could be facing permanent injury!"
Blackbird: "He stepped into the ring, he has to accept the consequences.."
Solo picks Cain up again and, again sends him into the ropes, but this time Cain somehow musters up the energy to counter and comes off the ropes with a high jumping calf kick that sends Solo reeling backwards so hard his momentum carries him over the top rope and to the outside.
Gellar: "Whoa! I can't believe it! Cain really showing some heart here! I though he was out of this one!"
Blackbird: "Don't be so surprised, you're wrong all the time."
Solo is stunned on the outside of the ring, obviously caught off guard by Cain's kick. Back in the ring Cain uses the ropes to get to his feet, but it's clear his back just isn't right. He is trying to walk it off, when Solo and grabs his feet, yanking him to the outside. Solo lands a big right hand. Cain swings back with on of his own, but misses, his own force spinning him around. Solo takes advantage and lands a punishing forearm to Cain's back that sends him to his knees in agonizing pain. Solo picks him up, turns him around, and locks him into a bear hug position, before ramming him back first into the steel ring pole. Cain drops, while Solo rolls under the bottom rope to break the ref's ten count, but then rolls right back out to continue the assault.
Gellar: "Ok, I know I already said this once, but-"
Blackbird: "Let me guess; you want the ref to stop the match again, right?"
Gellar: "Well, come on! This is getting out of hand!"
Blackbird: "Heads up! Incoming!"
Gellar: "Oh, shit!"
Solo tosses Cain up on to the announcer's table, climbs up, and signals the end to the crowd. He then lifts Cain up into piledriver position, pausing for a few seconds before dropping Cain's head down on the table.
Gellar: "Good Lord! The table didn't break!"
Blackbird: "Wow. Tough table."
Solo looks pissed, but isn't giving up. He picks the barely conscious Cain up again, but this time raising him into powerbomb position.
Gellar: "Lord - NO!"
Blackbird: "Oh, man "
But then instead of a powerbomb, Solo hits the Snake Driver (Powerbomb into a DDT) completely destroying the table!
Crowd : HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Solo pulls himself out of the wreckage, looking very pleased with himself as he listens to the audience reaction.
Gellar: "We need some help out here! Somebody get out here! Cain isn't moving!"
Blackbird: "I can't believe he just did that "
Cain lies motionless in the remains of the table until Solo picks him up and carries him back to the ring over his shoulder.
Gellar: "What the Hell is Solo's problem? This thing is over! Just what is he trying to prove!?"
Blackbird: "This is going too far." Solo throws Cain back into the ring and slides in under the ropes after him. He then proceeds to prop Cain up in a standing position long enough to hit Painful Memories (Stone Cold Stunner).
Gellar: "I I'm going to be sick."
Blackbird: "Seriously, just too far."
Solo makes the cover but has to yell at the ref to get the visibly disturbed official to make the count. 1 2 3
Gellar: "Thank God."
Blackbird: "Here come the EMT's... oh, jeez I think I just saw Cain twitching."
Gellar: "Let's go to commercial "
The PWF Camera's return to a locker room, Grimm is sitting in a chair finishing tieing up his boots as Hanibal walks in with his PWF Extreme Title over his shoulder. Hanibal takes a seat next to Grimm and straps the title around his waist..
Grimm: What's up Hani?
Hanibal: Can you believe that moron Amply Large Dave didn't even book me, Hanibal the PWF Extreme Champion for a match on the Inaugural show of Defiance? Jesus, I'm beginning to wonder if his announcing skills are on par with his ownership skills. Because so far he looks like he has NO idea what the hell he's doing.
Grimm: I didn't get booked either, think I'm gonna just stay here with Haylee tonight and do the usual, you know. I think at least.
Hanibal: this is exactly what I'm talking about. Two all around athletes like ourselves, me being the more athletic, not even being put into consideration to be booked for a match. I mean Living Legends like myself should be placed on each and every show! Its simple, you include me in the show and ratings instantly shoot up. Its a no brainer!
Grimm: Still the same old Cocky son of a bitch that you have always been Hani, but lets not forget who brought you in here, if anyone is the most athletic is me
Hanibal: Hey there Bman, it takes two to tango. But lets not forget who got you the extreme title in the first place? And where is it now? Ah yes that's right, right around my waist.
Hanibal looks down at the Extreme title smiling arrogantly. He buffs it with his hand staring back at Grimm.
Grimm: It seems that I didn't need help from you, I didn't ask you did it. I had the match won easily and lets not forget who beat your ass in the match before...and if you ever try and insult me with the name Bman again I will take your ass to school
Hanibal: I've already graduated school long time ago pal. And if you can remember correctly, out of all people Heelmaster had your ass beat before I slid in and handed you the title. And the match before, I let you win because I was just being the nice guy that I really am.
Grimm: You know what you cocky ass son of a bitch!
Grimm gets to his feet as does Hanibal and the two stare off
Grimm: This is dumb we're friends and we both know what really happen. But if you wanna forget the facts, then lets have one more match Grimm vs. Hanibal III.. I'll give you a chance to beat me. How bout it..CHAMP
Hanibal stares back at Grimm and begins laughing
Hanibal: You want a piece of me? You gotta be kidding right?
Grimm: Kidding, .no kidding would be saying that you're The Most EXTREME Wrestler in the PWF and SHOULD win that award! That's kidding! I'm 100% serious. You vs. Me! One on one for that precious title of yours.
Grimm grins sinisterly like his former self
Hanibal: Hey usually I wouldn't award a title match to somebody who isn't in my league, especially one with heinous breathe. But seeing how it was just the season for giving and all, I'm still in the giving spirit. You want a piece of the Extreme Champ-een?
Hanibal holds the title up, dangling it in Grimm's face
Hanibal: Well take nice long, hard look, cause this is as close as your gonna get to it as long as I'm around. You might as well face the facts Grimm, I'm the man around here, I made you and tonight I will break you.
Grimm checks his breathe, smiles and then laughs
Grimm: Made Me? You made me!? ahaahhaha! That's funny you dumb bastard...I made you if anything, if I hadn't brought you into the PWF you would of been tagging with Shawn Hayes or Ken Kido in some Kentuck Fuck Indy federation...so bring it or go home you son of a bitch!
Hanibal: Laugh all you want Grimm, but look who has the gold and look who's been moping around backstage the past couple of months. I'm everything you not, Talented! And no need to worry about bringing it, cause it will be brought. If I were you I would prepare for a Hardcore Hangover! Now move aside jackass, I've got more important things to do then sit here and listen to you try to bring down the creditability of my superstar status.
Hanibal begins to walks out of the dressing room
Grimm: Oh by the way...tell Selena I said hi, and that birthmark on her ass is amazing!
Hanibal doesn't appear to hear this as he walks off and the camera fades to black
Gellar: Well, for your information, Austin Cain has been taken to a local medical facility, but it is likely to be the very last time we will ever see him in a wrestling ring again. Thanks to Solo.
Blackbird: I've had some horrific injuries, some of which have scarred me for life, but having just come back from a neck injury, which was supposed to keep him out for a year, but was mis-diagnosed, to take a beating like that, is unfortunate.
Gellar: I hope we see him again, but it is doubtful.
Blackbird: One thing's for certain, we've got ourselves an extra match for tonight.
Gellar: Grimm & Hanibal will make for some excellent entertainment. Wait a moment, I hear that something is happening backstage, Defiance Owner, "Big Dave" Lambourne, is about to meet with Jason Hunt.
The camera closes in on Big Dave who is standing with Jason Hunt with several security guards surrounding them. They look to be back in the detention center where security is and Hunt is shaking his head.
Big Dave: Jason, if you ever do a thing like you did tonight with Matt; let's just say you are looking at another pink slip.
Hunt: What the hell?!?!?
Big Dave: Look, just make sure this never happens again, understand?
Hunt: No, you know what fuck you. This is the same crap that I've had to deal with and I'm sick of it. Matt Van Dam goes off without any punishment or even a warning, and of course you have to threaten to fire me. It's all about Matt Van Dam, we all have to bow down before Matt and do whatever he wants, hell no!
Big Dave: Don't worry about Matt, just worry about yourself and your actions. I don't want to see anything like this out of you again, got it?
Jason Hunt lowers his head and is trying to keep his calm.
Hunt: Out of me? That douche bag is the ass clown that attacked me! He started all of this and I get punished, I get the blame put on me? That's not going to happen anymore, I'm the number 1 draft pick. I'm the friggin' King Of Swing, Fastest Rising Superstar...even though I have been held back so much by jackasses like you.
Big Dave: Jason that's enough out of you, clean up your act and make sure you don't do this again.
Big Dave walks off with his security and Jason Hunt is visibly very angry from the way he was treated.
Gellar: Harsh words from our boss, Big Dave.
Blackbird: Hunt is right though, it does seem a bit unfair for him to be the one who takes the flak, after all, MVD did start the brawl.
Gellar: Well, Big Dave spoke with MVD about it earlier, it's only fair he speaks to Hunt as well.
Blackbird: I hear music.
Gellar: That's because it's time for our next match, Grimm takes on Hanibal.
Credit: Sandstorm
"Beautiful People" surges through the arena PA and the fans burst into a loud chorus of boos. 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
The Lights Turn in the PWF arena, Suddenly Messanjah by POD kicks in and a red strobe light starts flashing on and on. As The Drums kick in on the song red pyros explode from the stage and a red mist comes up from the titan tron. The Strobe light gets more intense as the words Grimm and The Mystery!! continuously flash on and off the Ultratron. Grimm walks out on the stage area with a water bottle in hand. Grimm takes a sip of the water on the stage and spits it into the air. As he spits in the air as huge pyros explode behind him and rise up to the ceiling to the arena. Grimm runs down to the ring and slides in where he bounces on the ropes
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Pickering, Onatario, Canada, weighing 240lbs, he is one half of Canadian Kaos, GRIMM!!.
Report: The match starts of with the two previous tag partners going toe to toe with an intense staredown. They start to bicker to one other and Hanibal shoves Grimm. Grimm looks to his side then shoves Hanibal just as hard. Hanibal then goes for a clothesline in retaliation but Grimm ducks it. Grimm then wraps up Hanibal around the waist looking for a German Suplex, but Hanibal reverses the hold by spinning around behind Grimm and returning the favour with a waist lock. Hanibal whips Grimm back with a German Suplex, but Grimm performs a picture perfect backflip and lands on his feet. Hanibal turns around just in time to get drilled in the face with a flipping dropkick. Hanibal hits the mat but gets right back up, only to be sent back down with another dropkick. Hanibal gets up on one knee and stares at Grimm, who is giving Hanibal a devilish grin. Hanibal gets up and charges and Grimm, who leapfrogs over Hanibal. Grimm thinks Hanibal has ran to the opposite ropes, however, when he turns, the crafty Hanibal levels him with a stiff clothesline. Hanibal looks down at Grimm and talks some trash, before connecting with a few wells placed stomps to the chest. Hanibal pulls Grimm up by his hair and throws him into the ropes. On the return, Hanibal ducks down for a back body drop, but Grimm stops short and kicks him in the face. Hanibal staggers, as Grimm runs back to the ropes, and as he comes back, he is met with a hard powerslam, courtesy of the King of Extreme. Hanibal gets up and exits the ring. He reaches under the ring and pulls out the classic steel chair. He brings it up and looks to enter the ring, however, Grimm has just gotten up, and baseball slides the chair right into Hanibal's face. Hanibal is forced back by the impact, and rolls through onto his stomach. Hanibal is quick to reach his feet, but he staggers around trying to get his head back intact. Grimm seizes this opportunity and lashes out with a haymaker, sending Hanibal back to phase 1, on the floor. Grimm reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. He slides the table out of the ring and goes under it for more goodies. He pulls out a trashcan, with the lid on top of it. He throws it into the ring, but has turned his back on Hanibal too long, as Hanibal levels him in the back with a sickening chairshot.
Gellar: Ouch! There's a wake-up call for Grimm!
Blackbird: Let's hope he hits the snooze button a few more times!
Grimm tenses up his back and stagger around the ring. Hanibal connect with another shot to the back of Grimm. Grimm almost collapses from the pain, but instead, rests on the ring pole. Hanibal gets a crazed look in his eye, and takes a huge baseball swing at Grimm's head, only for Grimm to dodge, and get the feedback from the steel on steel collision. Hanibal drops the chair and shakes his hands in pain, this allows Grimm to connect with a Spinning Side Kick directly to Hanibal's chin. Hanibal staggers back and slams back first into the steel steps. He cringes in pain and Grimm rolls him into the ring. Grimm slides in and drops an elbow directly into Hanibal's throat. Hanibal starts to cough and rolls around the ring trying to catch his breath. Grimm stalks his opponent, and pulls him up by his long hair. He carelessly picks Hanibal up, giving Hanibal the opportunity to elbow him in the gut a few times. Hanibal then whips Grimm in to the ropes, and on the return, drops Grimm with a back elbow. Hanibal then grabs the lid off of the trashcan, and stands in wait beside the fallen Grimm. Grimm reaches his knees, and Hanibal winds up, but before he can follow through, Grimm sneaks in a perfectly legal low blow, causing Hanibal to instantly drop his weapon. Grimm gets to his feet and brings Hanibal into the powerbomb position. He brings Hanibal up to his shoulders, but Hanibal has other plans, as he brings his body back down, looking for a hurricanranna. However, Grimm has none of this, and carelessly spike powerbombs Hanibal head first into the mat. Hanibal convulses on the mat and Grimm goes for the cover, .1 ..2 . Hanibal just kicks out. Grimm pulls Hanibal up furiously and drives him down head first with a quick DDT, trying to work on Hanibal's neck.
Gellar: Grimm furious here, trying to show his ex-partner that he can do fine without him.
Blackbird: Often happens when Tag partners split up, even when they want to try and stay amicable, they end up competing against each other at every turn.
Grimm hops onto Hanibal's back, and instinctively locks in a Camel Clutch. Hanibal seems to respond instantly as he struggles to get out of the hold. The ref checks on Hanibal, but he seems to be still with it, but in obvious pain. Hanibal inches over, and Grimm disciplines him by locking the hold in even tighter. Hanibal screams in agony and he reaches out for something. He keeps reaching and finally grabs what he has been reaching for the whole time, the trash can lid. He grasps the lid, and furiously swings back with it, levelling Grimm in the face. Grimm lets go of the hold and hits the mat in a heap. Hanibal gets up and rolls his neck, trying to get the kink out. As he rolls, he catches a glimpse of the table, which was thrown in earlier. He gets a devilish smile and he walks over to the table, and sets it up in the corner turnbuckle. He turns around and is cranked with an explosive running spear by Grimm, sending him crashing through the table. Both men go down and the ref starts to count them out. At the count of 7, Grimm has reached his feet, and drags Hanibal up with him. He sets the trashcan up in the middle of the ring, and locks Hanibal under his arm right above it. He goes for the Fear Factor (Reverse DDT) onto the trashcan, but Hanibal grabs ahold of Grimm's leg, and somehow rolls him into a tight small package. He instinctively grabs ahold of Grimm's tights and yanks on them like there's no tomorrow. The ref counts as Grimm struggles, 1 .2 3! Hanibal gets up and raises him arms in victory as the crowd boos him. Grimm pops up and like a freight train, clothesline's Hanibal from behind and through the ropes onto the outside. Grimm rolls out and the two exchange right and left's.
Blackbird: Grimm didn't like that, and to be honest, neither do I. Not friendly actions from Hanibal.
Gellar: But it's certainly not out of character for Hanibal, not in the slightest.
Blackbird: The fights STILL going on.
Hanibal & Grimm continue to fight onto the stage, Hanibal slams Grimm face first into the stage, then tosses him through the curtain.
Gellar: We'll see if we can get a camera backstage to follow the action.
Another clip begins to play from the past of God Nightshade. This time, Psyclone stands in the ring with Nightshade. It's shortly after April's Fools 2. Nightshade had cost his best friend the SH World Title, putting the belt around the waist of... Solo...
Psyclone: I'm not one of your piss ant followers any more Nightshade. You have no control over me. I'll do what I want, when I want.
Nightshade: How about you put your money where your mouth is? Why don't you try to beat me tonight? You want to play hero? Well be the hero. Take me out before I become any stronger
Psyclone: I'd be glad to.
Nightshade: Then it's settled tonight, in the main event, face me like a man, or back off like a coward. If you face me, I'll force you to bow before God Nightshade.
Psyclone: Nightshade you feel the wind? It burns
Psyclone leaves the ring, leaving Nightshade, staring him down.
God Nightshade: Further and further, I plunged into the world of God Nightshade. The world in which I reside today... The world that the PWF is seeing... However... it wasn't complete... No... There was much more needed to complete what was only progressing slowly.
We now see footage from Slaughterhouse's Helloween 2. Nightshade vs. Solo for Solo's World Title.
Slater: I can't believe this. Solo keeps getting a huge beating and still he is right back in the fight right away.
Thompson: He isn't going to lose a title he fought so long and hard for that easily.
Solo gets up and tosses Nightshade back into the ring. Once both men are in the ring Solo picks up Nightshade. He goes for Painful Memories but Nightshade blocks it and spins him around, catching him with a clothesline. Nightshade makes his way to his feet with help from the ropes. He turns around to see Solo already on his feet rushing him again. Nightshade quickly grabs the chair he dropped earlier and catches Solo with it. Solo collapses on the mat in a heap. The ref grabs the chair and throws it out of the ring while threatening to disqualify him.
Slater: That should easily be grounds for a disqualification!
Thompson: I think the ref, like the rest of us wants to see an actual winner.
Slater: But look at Solo! He hasn't moved since running head first into the chair like he did!
Nightshade tries to pick up Solo, but he is just dead weight. Again and again he tires until he manages to pick him up enough to deliver Sulphurous Ash, driving his head into the canvas. Nightshade turns Solo over and covers...1...2....3.
Ted McGillicutty: The winner and NEW MOW Slaughterhouse WORLD Champion, GOD NIGHTSHADE!
God Nightshade: Again, what I want to be true is true. Solo is taken out... and I am crowned the World Champion once again... God takes his seat on his throne to look down at all the paupers and would-be princess.
Cameras cut to Big Dave's office with the boss himself working on some paperwork. Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing resident champion Sabre, still in plain clothes and title belt slung over one shoulder. He immediately makes a beeline to Big Dave's desk before picking up a lone pencil and snapping it in half...
Sabre: 'The CHAMP is here!'
Big Dave: 'Yes, I suppose he is.'
Sabre: 'Hey fat stuff, it isn't "suppose" it "IS". The CHAMP is here. And hey, seeing as I pretty much own this joint I'd just like to add my two cents' worth right now... you REALLY picked some idiots in that joke you call a draft. I mean, the entire roster is just a complete pack of useless pieces of shi...'
Sabre is stopped in mid sentence as Big Dave rises from his chair, his 7' figure casting a shadow straight over Sabre...
Big Dave: 'I am NOT fat.'
Sabre: '... just big boned, right? Hey, what ever happened to the plasma screen TV I ordered? Don't tell me you ate the thing, piggy...'
Big Dave: 'YOU ordered it? It was billed out on MY account! Don't ever do that again!'
Sabre: 'Well... this bad boy tells me I can and I will.'
Sabre grins cockily as he pats the title with his free hand. Big Dave looks ready to squash Sabre, but instead smiles. Both men laugh for a second as he shares Sabre's joke before suddenly stopping...
Big Dave: 'Hey... what exactly IS that thing on your shoulder?'
Sabre: '.... a title, numbnuts.'
Big Dave: '... You got a light?'
Sabre looks at Big Dave, thinking that the guy's finally gone nuts before throwing a hand into his jacket pocket...
Sabre: 'I think I've got a match around here somewhere...'
Big Dave: 'Damn straight you've got a match here... you and that title of yours are marching down that ramp tonight. A champion v champion match between Sabre and Law Hiyabusa, no titles on the line though. You want to throw your weight around here? Well look in the dictionary for the word 'pointless'... keep this up and there'll be a picture of you right there next to that word, son.'
The fans cheer in the background loudly at the sound of the title match as Sabre looks up at the big man, shaking his head...
Sabre: 'Throwing my weight around? What right do you have asking the champ to defend his title with absolutely NO time to prepare?! I KNEW there was a conspiracy floating around here! Well guess what? No need to look in the dictionary because english was my best subject. And just like English, I'm going to completely OWN Law tonight. Losing tonight is practically unpossible.'
Sabre smiles broadly as Big Dave does a double take...
Big Dave: 'Did you just say... "unpossible"?
Sabre shakes his head as the crowd laugh...
Sabre: 'What? errrr... no! I mean... uhhh... unpossible is a word! Look it up, dammit!'
Sabre quickly spins around and marches back out of the office, red faced as Big Dave laughs...
Gellar: Probably not a good idea of Sabre to try and throw his weight around while Big Dave is running the place.
Blackbird: You just don't argue with a 500lb man.
Gellar: Unless of course, your Sabre, and you think you can do anything.
Blackbird: I'm told that someone else has been called to Big Dave's office.
Gellar: The boss is laying down the law tonight.
We return to Big Dave's office, the door opens and in walks a man as big as the owner himself, King Volcano. He doesn't take a seat, he stands in the middle of the room, arms folded.
Big Dave: "About time, I was wondering when you'd finally drag your ass to my office. I called for you half an hour ago. Avoiding me won't help you."
King Volcano remains solemn, his head slightly bowed. Big Dave gets to his feet and paces up to King Volcano.
Big Dave: "Your performance earlier tonight was absolutely PATHETIC!!!! I don't think I've seen anyone put on a worse performance that you did against Zion Crest. Look at yourself, you've put on over 100lbs, your out of shape, I bet even Silas Parish could probably toss you around like a rag doll."
King Volcano opens his mouth, about to speak, but Big Dave refuses to let him speak.
Big Dave: "I didn't bring you here to explain yourself, I don't want to hear excuses, in fact, I don't want to see you at all. You just wrestled your last match for the PWF, and most probably ever. As of right now, your contract is TERMINATED."
Big Dave presses a buzzer on his desk and calls for security.
Big Dave: "I suggest that you go sort your life out, and when your ready, come back and I'll THINK about taking you back. But in the state your in, I just can't see that happening anytime soon.
Security enters the room.
Big Dave: "Escort this man to his locker room, allow him to collect his things, and then escort him from the building, he's no longer welcome here."
The security guard nods at the Defiance Owner and then asks King Volcano to go in front of him as they all exit the owners office. Big Dave returns to his seat, and then his phone rings, he picks up the phone as we return to ringside.
Gellar: My god, he just fired a wrestler for ONE bad performance.
Blackbird: He's setting an example, everyone on this show will have to perform to his standards, or they'll find themselves with a pink slip on their doorstep.
Gellar: He's threatened to fire Hunt, actually fired King Volcano, forced Sabre to fight in tonights main event, our Owner is throwing his weight around tonight.
Blackbird: He's making sure that every man on this roster knows what they have to do, and the consequences if they fail to live up to his expectations.
Gellar: Well, let's hope that Golgotha & Silas Parish can live up his expectations, or we see some more instant Roster cuts.
Blackbird: The roster's are small enough as it is, god knows what would happen if they got any smaller.
The haunted remix of "Golgotha" by Embodyment blasts across the Arena. We see the words "The truth is..." come across the Ultratron as Golgotha comes out. The Hardcore Christian has a Gold bible in his right hand. Cole T. Profit, Golgothas business associate, is close behind him. Golgotha takes a knee and opens the Bible. The line "Reach out and touch faith" hits and pyros go off. The duo makes their way to the ring. Golgotha high fives the fans and Profit hands out $20's to them. Golgotha gets to the ring, climbs on the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the Heavens. Golgotha then heads over to the edge of the ring and asks for a mic.
Golgotha: "Tonight, I want to talk about Creed. Yeah, I want to talk a little bit about the band, if you people will let me."
The Hardcore Christian gets a few pops for mentioning the band, but they quickly die down.
Golgotha: "They wave around this Christian banner like they are something else. Having some religious undertones in their lyrics and doing videos outside of churches. And as the people in Chicago saw just how Christian Scott Stapp really was. Coming out there drunk, barley moving and not remembering the words to the songs that he wrote!"
What cheers Golgotha might have gotten earlier for mentioning Creed have now turned to boos. But the Hardcore Christian seems unfazed. in fact, he almost smiles.
Golgotha: "But that's not a lot different from all of you, is it? Sure all of you think that you are good people. Some of you might even go to church. But the Truth is, all of you are just as bad as Scott Stapp. I bet most of you are drunkards, stoners, adulterers or worse. And you still think you have a right to sit in judgement of people like Scoot or myself. Well, the truth is...."
Before Golgotha can continue, he is cut off by...
"Come out and Play" by The Offspring begins to play increasingly loud through the arena speakers, heralding the arrival of "Pitbull" Silas Parish. Several scenes of a pitbull on a chain, barking and straining to get loose, play on the TitanTron as the words SILAS PARISH slowly appear across the middle of the screen. Suddenly, a series of pyrotechnic explosions erupt down the right side of the ramp and back up the left side as Silas steps through the backstage curtain and into view. He pauses at the top of the ramp, his eyes locked on his opponent in the ring. He cracks his knuckles and makes sure the tape around his hands is tight, his gaze still locked on the ring. Then he begins to stalk forward. About halfway down the ramp he breaks into a run and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, quickly getting to his feet well before the bell rings.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Vancouver, Canada, SILAS PARISH.
Report: There is a little swagger about Silas Parish tonight, although it's doubtful that it's caused by arrogance. Parish comes in on the offensive with a quick volley of right hands. Golgotha takes them quite well and then comes back with a couple of hard rights of his own. He then sends Parish to the ropes and promptly sends him soaring through the air with a Back Body Drop. Parish gets up quickly but walks into a boot to the gut from Golgotha. Parish is then whipped into the ropes. Golgotha prepares to deliver a 2nd Back Body Drop, but Parish reads it and boots him in the face. Golgotha staggers back stunned, and Parish promptly flattens him with flying clothesline. Parish then grabs the ropes and begins to stomp on Golgotha's chest repeatedly. He then slingshots himself up and over the top rope and lands on the apron. Golgotha slowly gets to his feet and Parish grabs him and hooks him in a Suplex. Golgotha tries to fight it, but Parish succeeds in Suplexing Golgotha over the top rope to the floor. Golgotha slowly gets up holding his back, Parish dropkicks him in the back sending Golgotha chest first into the barricade. Parish leaps onto the apron and then dives off with a Leg Drop across Golgotha's back. Golgotha pulls himself up holding his back, Parish spears him and pushes him back and drives him into the ring steps.
Gellar: Lot of aggression from Silas Parish tonight.
Blackbird: Parish was the longest reigning Hardcore Champion in PWF history, now he's wrestling on a show where every match has hardcore rules, he's at home on this show.
Golgotha is pulling himself up, Parish rolls him back into the ring and then climbs up onto the apron. He then slingshots himself over the top rope and delivers a Leg Drop. He then goes for a cover. 1 .2 Golgotha kicks out. Parish pulls him up and drives him into the corner. He then delivers some hard shoulder thrusts before he whips Golgotha to the opposite corner. Golgotha hits the turnbuckle hard and bounces out. Parish bounces off the ropes near him and goes for the Ego Buster (Facecrusher), but Golgotha ducks the attempt. Parish spins around and Golgotha boots him in the gut and then delivers a DDT. Golgotha then takes a moment to catch his breath and then rolls over to make a cover. ..1 2 Parish kicks out. Golgotha pulls Parish up to his feet and then delivers some heavy knees to the gut. Golgotha throws Parish into the corner and then delivers some violent knees to the gut. Punishing might be a better description. Golgotha then violently stomps Parish down into the corner, and then continues kicking him, until referee Chris Regan drags Golgotha away, but then gets pushed aside himself.
Gellar: What's wrong with Golgotha?
Blackbird: He's turned nasty today, it's not like him.
Gellar: Your telling me. He's fortunate that he can't be disqualified, throwing referee's around isn't usually a good idea.
Golgotha ignores the referee and heads to the edge of the ring where Profit hands him a Steel Chair. He turns around as Parish is trying to get to his feet. Golgotha wraps the chair around his head. Golgotha then winds himself up and delivers three more heavy chair shots to the fallen Silas Parish. He drops the chair and then pulls Parish up to his feet and pulls him close to his face. He gives him some trash talk and then puts his head between his legs. He then delivers the Crucifixion (Praying Powerbomb). He holds Parish down for the pin. 1 ..2 Golgotha suddenly releases the pin and he looks at the chair. He picks the chair up and places it on the mat. The crowd boo Golgotha as he pulls Parish up to his feet and knees him hard in the gut. He then gives Parish the Crucifixion a 2nd time, this time onto the Steel Chair. He then covers Parish, 1 2 .3!!!!! Chris Regan raises Golgotha's hand as Profit gets into the ring and performs the Last Rites over Silas Parish.
Blackbird: Golgotha looks like he enjoyed beating the living hell out of Silas Parish, is this the same man we've known all this time?
Gellar: Honestly, I don't think so, something doesn't seem right about him.
Blackbird: If you ask me, Profit is having a bad influence on Golgotha, and it's not helping him at all.
Gellar: Feel sorry for Parish, the mood Big Dave is in tonight, he might fire him as well!!
We cut backstage, and we find ourselves in the canteen, and Hanibal & Grimm are still fighting!!! Hanibal slams Grimm into one of the tables and then grabs a tray of drinks from one of the waiters and promptly smashes it into the face of Grimm. Hanibal goes after him, but Grimm grabs a glass from the table and promptly smashes it into the Extreme Champ's face. Hanibal staggers around and Grimm promptly throws him through a set of doors. They head through the doors and move down the corridor, but our camera seems to have run out of cable, as he doesn't follow them.
Gellar: Those two are still fighting?
Blackbird: The fans backstage are probably loving it, but the friendship between those two seems to have dissolved rather quickly. One moment their chatting in the locker room, the next they are throwing each other around a canteen, AFTER they've fought each other in the ring.
Gellar: We'll see if we can find them again after the break.
Another clip begins to show. This clip is a personal favourite of Nightshade's. The Slaughterhouse and the Sanitarium had recently merged together, bringing in an influx of new talent. One being Hawaiian Bryan... After being punked out by Nightshade, he was looking for revenge.
Hawaiian Bryan: So Nightshade, I propose one match, one little match, for one little belt, on one little night. You, myself, in this ring, and not for one of your famous phallus-gnawing contests, either. No, Nightshade, I want you in the ring. I'm going to show you why you don't mess with me... and I'll show you to Respect the Fly!!!!
Hawaiian Bryan accidentally drops the mike, but the crowd thinks he's finished, and pops big for him. Hawaiian Bryan begins to pick it up, then leans back against the turnbuckle, a smug look on his face. Obviously "Play God" by Spineshank hits the arena. Nightshade walks to the ramp. It looks as if he was changing into his ring gear, because he is wearing only jeans and his ring boots. His dragon tattoo, which has been mostly hidden since day one, shows now. He has a microphone in his hands and has a look that should make Bryan need a change of pants.
Grock: Well, that's the end of Bryan's life...
Jared: He was 23.
Nightshade: Are you an idiot?
The crowd boos Nightshade as Bryan nods his head.
Nightshade: That's what I thought, challenging me like that. You must be very stupid. A challenge from you... From someone who took anal from a bull walrus...
The crowd boos.
Nightshade: Oh, it happened. Go watch some old RTW shows. This man was raped by a walrus.
Nightshade stops to look at Bryan, who is red from embarrassment.
Nightshade: You want to challenge me for the Slaughterhouse Championship. You want to end your career so soon? Alright, I'll see you there... Tonight, in the ring. Hell... let's do it right now!
Nightshade charges to the ring. The bell rings and Hawaiian Bryan screams out to Nightshade. "Hey somebody's trying to steal your title!" Nightshade glances over and as soon as he does the massive Hawaiian charges him. Nightshade, however, sees him and kicks him in the gut and nails him with the Sulphurous Ash (Flowing DDT). Nightshade pops back up and makes a cocky pin.......1 .......2 ........3!
Ted McGillicutty: Your winner by pin in a record 5 seconds, and still MOW Slaughterhouse Champion, God Nightshade!
Nightshade begins to laugh out loud.
God Nightshade: Oh... how I remember that night... God certainly was in rare form... I left my employers though... I left them because they didn't know what to do with me... They couldn't do it anymore... So I left... For months, I sat at home, watching the product tumble without a God ruling supreme... So I came back. God was back in the Slaughterhouse... picking up where he left off. But the Slaughterhouse was not meant to be... One last match... One last hell... All Creation... The enemy I made in a record 5 seconds, never ceased to haunt me..
We fade into the ending of that match. Some say it is the best match of all time...
Bishop and Nightshade meet on the bridge and fire punches. Left and right, right and left, sending blood up in a spray from their faces. Nightshade knocks Bishop to the ground, and stands over him, fist propped to ram home one last time. Bishop looks up, shielding himself, and looking up at Nightshade with the eyes of a child. Nightshade stops.
Nightshade: Bryan?
Bishop: I'm...I'm hurting.. I want to go home...
Nightshade smiles warmly, tears in his eyes, and reaches out for his friend. They link hands, and Nightshade helps Bryan to his feet. The crowd is almost applauding when Bryan's face warps like some goblin from a fairy tail and he hooks the arm, goes around Nightshade's back, twists his body cruelly, leaps into the air...
Moore: NO!!! NO!!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!
...and hits the 'Shattered' (Christian Impaler) on the rickety bridge as hard as he can. It cracks, bends, as Nightshade is driven into it facefirst. His legs kick a quick tattoo on the wood as Bishop stands over him, and kicks him once, sending his body rolling off into the cold black water. He then reaches over, picks up the golden Slaughterhouse World Championship... and calmly walks across the bridge. One foot hits the other side of the moat, and then the other....
Moore: OH MY GOD!
Scorpion: What....
Stone: No... not him...
....is pulled out from under him! Bishop falls on his face, the United States and World Titles falling out to the open ground. He turns back, his bloody face a mask of disgust. Nightshade, a bleeding wreck, has caught the bridge with one hand... and Bishop's leg with the other. The mad poet fires a kick to Nightshade's face. Nightshade shrugs it off and begins to climb. There is no forgiveness in his stare now. He tears off a section of the bridge, which has been nailed down... and hoists it over his head. Bishop lets out a weak cry as it comes down again. And again. And again.
Moore: Oh my god.
The air is full of smoke as Nightshade stands. Blood spills down from the crown of his head. He glares at the broken remnants of Bishop... and then kicks whatever is left of him off of the bridge. Nightshade crosses over then, feet squelching in the mud, and he leans down, picking up the Slaughterhouse World Championship. He stands, and then lifts it into the rainy night. The crowd cheers wildly as 'Counterfeit God' blares into the night.
God Nightshade: That enemy... I haven't seen since that match. Since winning the Slaughterhouse World and US Titles for the last time... The last man to hold these belts... What else was left? Where else could I go? The one other place I knew I would be accepted as God Nightshade. That is why I am in the PWF... The one man known as God. Whose will can shape the future of all. Drafted for Defiance... But defying God is something no one will ever want to do... Who will be the first to face God's wrath? Who? Only time will tell... but the time of one man draws nearer and nearer to the end...
The camera finally leaves the clips Nightshade has been showing and focuses on him sitting on his throne.
God Nightshade: I promise you all... you will bow before God Nightshade... Each and every one of you will pray your God...
The camera fades as the camera zooms in on the eyes of God.
Gellar: Welcome back folks, I apologise, we seem to have lost Hanibal & Grimm, although I doubt that they have stopped fighting, that one will probably go on all night.
Blackbird: Chaos reigns supreme tonight it seems.
Gellar: Well, we've nearly reached the end, as it's time for our main event. Defiance Owner Big Dave signed this one because Sabre tried to throw his weight around, being champion and all. So we get the treat of a Champion v Champion match, with no titles on the line. This one should be an excellent contest.
"Downfall" by Trust Company 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 forward 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!!!
"Brand New Hate" by the Backyard Babies fires throughout the arena, and the crowd begin booing hoarsly as Sabre slowly struts out from behind the curtain, arms raised, taking in the negativity. He grins cockily at the fans in 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...
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Sydney, Australia, weighing 230lbs, THE SABRE.
Report: The two men circle each other, examining possible plans of attack. Law looks a little bit nervous, but is doing his best not to show it. As always, Sabre is cool, calm and confident. The two men tie up in the centre of the ring, they each try and force the other back, but then Sabre slides around the back of Law into a waistlock. Sabre connects with a couple of quick forearms across the back and then attempts a Back Drop, but Law flips out and lands on his feet. Law drives a boot into Sabre's gut and then whips him into the ropes. He attempts a Hiptoss, but Sabre blocks it and then Hiptoss's Law, but he flips over and lands on his feet and then attempts to knock Sabre's head off with a Spinning Heel Kick, but Sabre cleverly ducks it, but Law immediately counters with a Leg Sweep, knocking Sabre onto his back. Law quickly hits a Somersault Senton Splash and then scrambles onto Sabre for an early cover. ..1 . Sabre easily kicks out.
Gellar: A bit too early for a cover methinks.
Blackbird: I've not checked this, but I believe this is the first time Law has been in a main event singles match.
Gellar: I think he was in a couple of Armageddon main events.
Blackbird: But that's nothing compared to being in a match like this, he's facing a man who's been one of the top stars in the PWF for the past two years. A man who's been in countless main event matches. Law is starting to make his way to the level Sabre is at, but this is early days.
Law pulls Sabre up, but gets caught with a deft rake of the eyes, Referee Mark Johnson admonishes Sabre for it, but it's perfectly legal. Sabre delivers a couple of right hooks and then delivers a Hard Knife Edge Chop followed immediately by a boot to the gut. He hooks Law up and plants him with a perfect Snap Suplex. Law is quick to his feet, but is a little dazed. Sabre spears him into the corner and then delivers a few gut kicks before he whips Law towards the opposite corner. Sabre takes time out to taunt the fans before he charges in and goes for a Jumping Body Splash, but Law moves out of the way and Sabre lands face first on the top turnbuckle. Sabre staggers out seeing stars for a moment, Law takes full advantage and hits Sabre clean on the jaw with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Law immediately springs up to the top rope and waits for Sabre to get to his feet. The crowd cheers loudly as Law dives off with a Flying Cross Body Block and takes Sabre down for the pin. 1 .2 Sabre kicks out.
Gellar: Looks like Law's early nerves are beginning to settle down.
Blackbird: And I'm thinking that Sabre has underestimated Law's ability.
Gellar: (sarcastically) That's not like Sabre at all!!
Law pulls Sabre up to his feet and gives him a quick volley of right hands. Sabre is sent reeling into the ropes and Law quickly whips him to the opposite side. Law goes for a Hurricanranna, but Sabre reacts and counters with a Powerbomb, Sabre holds on for the pin. 1 .2 .. Law just kicks out. Sabre gets up and stalks around Law before delivering a hard stomp to his chest. Sabre paces around again and then delivers another hard stomp. He pulls Law up to his feet and boots him hard in the gut and then whips him into the ropes. Sabre then sends Law straight back down with a flawless Flipping Dropkick. Sabre kindly reminds everyone who is watching of just how good he is before he turns back to Law. He pulls Law up and then gives him an arrogant slap across the back of the head and then throws him down. He takes another moment out to show off to the not so adoring fans. Sabre seems puzzled as to why the fans don't love him, but not for long as he turns around to face Law, who explodes into a clothesline which flattens Sabre. The Australian superstar is quick to his feet but is knocked down immediately by another explosive clothesline from Law. The TV champion is ready and waiting for a third clothesline, but this time Sabre ducks it and plants Law with a Hangman's Neckbreaker. Sabre goes for a cover. 1 .2 .. Law just gets his shoulder up. Sabre licks his finger and holds it up, seemingly to "check the wind speed". He looks around and then nods confidently before he starts to climb to the top rope. Sabre waits for Law to stagger up to his feet and then dives off taking Law out with a perfect Spinning Wheel Kick. Law immediately staggers up and Sabre quickly grabs him from behind and plants him with a perfect Dragon Suplex, and a bridge. ..1 ..2 .. Law just kicks out. Sabre gets up and with a confident look in his eye, pulls Law up to his feet. Sabre lifts Law up Suplex style, and then dumps him on the top turnbuckle. Sabre backs away towards the opposite turnbuckle and tries to get the fans behind him, no prizes for guessing that the crowd booed him. Sabre then runs in and spectacuarly leaps onto the top rope, and then leaps onto Law and snaps him over with a perfect Sabrecanranna. Sabre doesn't bother with a cover, instead he takes some time out to pose for the fans, who really don't care much for him at all.
Gellar: If there's one thing Sabre loves more than himself, it's winding up every fan in the arena. It doesn't matter which arena it is, he just loves winding them up.
Blackbird: And he does a damn good job of it too.
Gellar: Unfortunately.
Blackbird: It's strange you know, a year ago he was one of the most popular men in wrestling, now he's one of the most hated. What a turnaround.
Gellar: It was his decision to be like this, nobody else's.
Sabre pulls Law up and hooks him up for a Suplex. He taunts the fans once again, and then he lifts him up and drives him down with a Brainbuster. Sabre gets to his feet and taunts the fans, before he places one foot on Law's chest for an extremely cocky pin. ..1 ..2 . Law just gets his shoulder up. Sabre doesn't look too bothered. He pulls Law up and takes him over to the corner. He jumps up onto the 2nd turnbuckle and hooks Law's head. He goes for a Tornado DDT, but Law lands on his feet and then jumps up in the air and brings Sabre down face first with a DDT of his own. Both men stay down.
Blackbird: Both men are down, it looks like this could be Law's last chance to win this match.
Gellar: Sabre doesn't give you many chances, so when you get one, it's a good idea to take it.
Both men slowly get to their feet, ending Mark Johnson's mandatory 10 count. Sabre goes for a big right hand, but Law blocks it and then lays into Sabre with a volley of right hands, he whips Sabre to the ropes and then knocks him down with a Flying Forearm. Law demands that Sabre get to his feet and then knocks him down with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Sabre gets up again and Law takes him down with a perfect Hurricanranna into a Pin. ..1 ..2 Sabre just kicks out. Law pulls Sabre up and then whips him towards the turnbuckle, but Sabre reverses and sends Law into the turnbuckle, but he shows great agility by running up the turnbuckle and performing a perfect Corkscrew Body Press taking Sabre down. Sabre struggles to his feet and Law plants him with a Japanese Powerbomb and holds him down for the pin. .1 .2 .. Sabre just kicks out.
Gellar: Hey, look who's coming down the aisle!!!
Blackbird: Looks like MVD's worried Sabre might lose this one.
Gellar: The way Law has stepped up the pace in the last few minutes, Law may well win it, but with MVD down here, the odds have switched back in Sabre's favour.
MVD moves down to ringside and takes a position in front of the announcers table. Law has dragged Sabre over to the corner and signals for the Japanese Chainsaw (450 Splash), which happens to be Sabre's finisher. Law climbs to the top rope and gets the attention of the crowd before he delivers the move perfectly. 1 .2 . MVD pulls Law off Sabre just in time. Law gives MVD an aggressive stare, but decides to leave it at that. He pulls Sabre up, but he suddenly gets in a sneaky eye poke. He then whips Law to the ropes, MVD sees that Sabre is a little out of it, and moves to intercept Law, but the irish whip is reversed and MVD ends up grabbing Sabre's leg. MVD pulls his arm away immediately, but Sabre is already annoyed and instantly rolls out of the ring. Law decides to watch as Sabre & MVD start to argue. You can clearly hear Sabre shout "What the hell are you doing?".
Gellar: Relations in Team gWo are clearly not well.
Blackbird: The shock loss of Jason Hunt has had a major impact.
Sabre has had enough of MVD, he grabs his title and then heads off around the ring, Law is watching, and doesn't look happy. Mark Johnson stops him going after Sabre for the moment. MVD is calling Sabre back, when he is suddenly hit from behind, the camera instantly shows Jason Hunt wielding a Baseball Bat. Hunt is about to deliver a 2nd blow with the bat, when MVD counters with a kick to the groin. The two men begin brawling on the floor, as the crowd goes wild.
Gellar: Things just went out of hand, seriously out of hand.
We cut to the aisle where Sabre is walking away, he looks up and sees the fight on the big screen, stops for a moment, then decides to continue. But not for long, as Law intercepts him and knocks him down. Law then leaves the fallen Sabre and begins to head to the back, the crowd gives Law a big cheer. Sabre is pulling himself up and sees Law leaving, he starts running towards the backstage area. We cut back to Hunt & MVD, who continue their brawl. Finally Hunt slams MVD face first into the ring post and this gives him enough time to lift MVD up for a Powerbomb and drive him through the announcer's table.
Gellar: Oh my God!!! MVD is out of it!!
Blackbird: Looks like Big Dave's warning didn't get through.
We cut backstage and see Big Dave watching the action from his office via a big screen. He is shaking his head in disappointment.
Gellar: Big Dave is definitely going to have something to say on next weeks show. We are out of time folks, I hope you enjoyed this first edition of Defiance, see you all next week!!!
Blackbird: Later folks.
The camera fades out to a shot of Jason Hunt standing over MVD, blood dripping from his lip, and an evil smile on his face.
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