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MCI Center
Washington DC
Tuesday 4th March 2003
Attendance: 25,646
Parish: "Give me one more."
Bartender: "That's what you said an hour and six beers ago."
Parish glares at the bartender who sighs and sets another full beer on the bar.
Bartender: "Don't get lost in the glass again this week. Unless of course you wanna be late again to the arena. heh."
Parish: "Bite me!"
Bartender: "Hey, don't get your panties in a bunch. With your losing streak lately, I'm sure I could kick your ass."
Parish is obviously offended by the bartenders attitude, but when he goes to grab the man by the collar, all he manages to do is spill his beer all over the bar.
Bartender: "Wow, coordinated."
Parish: "Just shut the hell up! You don't kn..."
Bartender: "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't know anything. Blah, blah, blah. Get some new material or just keep quite Parish. You're pathetic."
The bartender goes about wiping the spilled beer up, then gets a replacement for the one that was spilled. Meanwhile, Parish sits dumbstruck at the brazen response from the booze-peddler.
Parish: "You have some nerve talkin' to me like that! I have half a mind to come back here after my match tonight, and kick your ass."
Bartender: "You do that. Hell, if you win your match, I'll even let you throw the first punch. Who the heck are you facing this week anyways? MVD, try three?"
Parish: "No. Some fruit loop by the name of Lang. He's some curly toed, cross dressing, girly man. I have no idea why they'd even let a guy like that into a PWF ring, let alone why I have to face him. He's a bloody rump ranger for god's sake. They should stick him on Havoc and put him in a match with Inmate. With his time in prison, I'm sure he'd dropped the soap more then once. They'd be perfect for each other. But noooooooo! He's on Defiance and I get stuck in the ring with the flamer."
The bartender gives Parish a dirty look.
Parish: "What? Are you a big 'mo too? That explains everything!"
Bartender: "I'm not gay, but that doesn't mean I like hearing derogatory comments made about those who are."
Parish raises an eyebrow and downs his beer. He tosses some cash on the bar and stands up, a little wobbly knee'd but okay.
Parish: "Whatever. After I kick Lang's pansy ass, I'm coming back to get a piece of yours!"
The bartender and everyone within earshot breaks into laughter. Parish looks at them all like their nuts, then it hits him how that just sounded. He grumbles something and overturns one of the small unoccupied tables.
Parish: "That not what I meant and all you idiots know it!"
He storms out of the bar and flags down a cab to take him to the arena.
"Instruments of Destruction" by NRG suddenly hits as flashes of past PWF matches, featuring Defiance superstars play on the screen the screen, Flames seem to engulf the pictures until finally a gigantic explosion leaves nothing but the Defiance logo. The crowd goes wild as the camera pans across the MCI Center. Finally the camera cuts down to the announcers table, where the new announcing partnership of Eric "the enema" Gellar is with his new partner, PWF Hardcore Legend, Blackbird.
Gellar: Hello everyone and welcome to Defiance!!!
Blackbird: We've some excellent new to announce to you all.
Gellar: Defiance Owner, Big Dave, has confirmed that he will announce the name of the upcoming Defiance PPV, right here tonight!!
Blackbird: Somewhere in the back of my head I can hear Sabre saying "about time".
Gellar: Join the club, speaking of Sabre, he's not scheduled for a match tonight, at least not yet, think he'll be happy?
Blackbird: Not a chance in hell.
Gellar: Well, one things for sure, we're not going to have a Sabre free night, he's on his way to the ring, right now.
"Brand New Hate" by the Backyard Babies fires up and Sabre starts Defiance off with a bang as he strides down to the ring, belt as always strapped firmly around his waist. This time, Sabre decided to don his wrestling attire, just in case last weeks events happen to transpire tonight. He slides under the bottom rope and flexes as fireworks begin to go off behind him, before kissing the belt and snatching a mic from a ring official. Sabre opens his mouth, about to speak, but suddenly pauses, listening to the 'Asshole' comments with a look of feigned shock...
Sabre: "Woah woah woah... you're BOOING the champ? You're BOOING The Man?"
The crowd boo loudly to make sure Sabre wasn't hearing things. The PWF champ shakes his head in disbelief...
Sabre: "That is NOT the sort of response a champion deserves when he walks out here to grace you losers with his presence. Respect the belt you inbred morons like it was your own son that looks kinda like the milkman!"
More boos are produced as Sabre readjusts his title belt from one shoulder to the other, not missing a beat...
Sabre: "This title here is a reminder for those of you who keep forgetting who the best in this business is. That's what they told Grimm when they snatched it from his grubby little midget hands and let me tell you, the look on his face was priceless... kinda like a cross between anger, confusion and that stupid stare he does all the time. Kinda like this..."
Sabre opens his eyes as wide as possible, letting a small amount of drool drip from his bottom lip before laughing at the jeers it produces.
Sabre: "heh heh... oh yeah, it was damn funny. 'Why I not win?' he said. 'I best of best, I deserve belt!' he stuttered... well tough luck, peon, you deserve a swift kick in the nuts for the damn grease stains your fat fingers put on my gold. Do you know how hard Johnny Mayhem had to scrub to get those finger streaks out? Anyway, once again another chapter closes and as always, Sabre comes out on top of the mountain. But as always, a fighting champions work is never done, and with the falling of one idiot comes the stumbling of another one up to the plate. The new punching bag for your champion goes along the name of.... Nightshade."
The crowd pops at the name of the wrestling legend, who's finally made it to the PWF. Sabre sneers at the cheers before he goes on...
Sabre: "Yes, Nightshade. The guy decides to waltz into Defiance, step into this ring... MY ring... and stake his claim as the number one contender to my belt. Well guess what mate, it AIN'T happening. You can kick the living tar out of Solo as many times as you want, it proves nothing to me except you're a little coward. You think you're better then me? You think you're better then the roster back there behind the curtain? Well lets see what you got... tonight, lets make a number one contendership match against Nightshade, and ohhh I dunno...."
Sabre doesn't have time to finish as "Counterfeit God" by the Black Label Society starts to play and the fans pop for Nightshade who appears slowly from backstage, and stands silently at the head of the rampway, mic in hand...
God Nightshade: Excuse me? Sabre, what are you thinking man? Trying to make matches out here without my consent. Sabre, don't you realize? The fans have spoken. They've told management that they want to see Nightshade vs. Sabre for the PWF World Title. They don't really want to see Nightshade destroy Solo for the chance to fight you, or see me decimate Grimm for the right to be in the main event. No... they don't want the formalities, because... well... quite frankly, they don't care.
Sabre stares straight into the eyes of Nightshade.
God Nightshade: Face it buddy... you're stuck. Whether you truly wanted a challenge for your title, or whether you wanted a nice easy win against Solo, Grimm, or Matt Van Dam, you're getting me. You're getting a challenge for that title. But Sabre... for your own benefit, I suggest you practice laying on your back in the middle of the ring. I'll admit that I haven't seen it happen too much lately, but come the pay-per-view, it's going to happen. Oh Sabre...
Nightshade turns to his side and looks out at the crowd, who are paying attention intently, except for that smark out in section 15, row 4, seat 6, he's trying to explain to everyone around him that these guys are actually good friends in real life.
God Nightshade: Sabre, my son... you have strayed from the path of righteousness, but I'll bring you back... I'll have you bow before God Nightshade once again... But so as not to short the fans... how about tonight? How about right now...
Nightshade begins to advance as Sabre begins to walk back and forth in the ring anxiously...
Sabre: "Hey, just shut up for a second... you're ordering ME around? You think you can push the champ into having a match with you tonight? Well it ain't freakin happening! As if you haven't noticed, this is MY show and I call the shots, so turn that boof head around and back up the ramp..."
Suddenly, as Nightshade reaches the foot of the rampway, "Cochise" by 'Audioslave' hits and the big boss himself, Big Dave walks out to huge cheers. Nightshade still has a bead on Sabre, who now switches worried glances between the Slaughterhouse veteran and Defiance manager...
Big Dave: "Sabre, I thought that BEATING you took last week would have told you that I was the man around here, not YOU. You don't have the authority to walk around making matches, telling people where they stand... I CAN. And hey, I dunno about you, but I think Nightshade would make an excellent number one contender."
The crowd cheers loudly as Nightshade cracks his knuckles, grinning darkly...
Big Dave: "As a matter of fact, while I'm here, I thought I'd let you all know that I also think that Sabre versus Nightshade would make a great Pay Per View headliner speaking of which. While I am here, I might as well announce the name for our PPV. On March 23rd, Defiance will have 'A Date with Destiny'."
The crowd cheers even louder as Sabre looks more and more worried...
Sabre: "No! You can't just make these announcements without talking to me first! I'm the champ! If you screw with me, I'm out of here and Defiance will die, do you hear me? I AM DEFIANCE!"
Big Dave: "No, you HEAR ME! I'm sick of your constant complaining, and every time I look at you wrestle you seem to always take the easy way out. In this federation, this EXTREME federation, you're making a mockery of what we stand for. So at Defiance's first ever Pay Per View, the PWF title will be put on the line against Nightshade, one on one... In a two out of three falls match!"
Nightshade smiles sadistically, rubbing his hands together as Sabre leans over the ropes, screaming at Big Dave about how unfair the situation is. The roar of the crowd completely washes out Sabre's complaints...
Big Dave: "First fall: Wrestling. And seeing as you like to weasel your way out of that one, I'm making the second fall HARDCORE RULES. Anything goes."
Sabre looks around nervously before raising the mic to his lips...
Sabre: "And the third fall?"
Big Dave: "Hey, you ARE the fighting champion after all... don't worry about that third fall 'mate'.
Sabre begins to argue once more but his voice is drowned out as "Cochise" once again plays across the arena... Nightshade stands at the base of the ring smiling up at the champ, stroking his beard. The fans are cheering loudly along to the theme of Big Dave. Nightshade slides into the ring with the microphone he hasn't used since Big Dave came to the ring.
God Nightshade: I told you champ... God Nightshade knows all. Are you feeling as good as you felt when you first came out here? Cause I smell something fowl coming from your side of the ring.
Sabre furls his brow and snarls his lip at Nightshade, who is smiling like he just won a pony in a dart throwing contest.
God Nightshade: Like I said Sabre... you will bow before God Nightshade... and the Generals will ride once again.
Sabre continues to stare a hole through his opponent as "Counterfeit God" hits again.
The camera fades into the back where we see Suicide standing beside Johnny Mayhem. Mayhem has a mic in his hand. Suicide is standing there with his ring attire on.
Mayhem: "Suicide last week you "
Suicide takes the mic out of Mayhem's hand and gives him a glaring look. Mayhem takes a step back.
Suicide: "No, Johnny, I'm just messing with you."
Mayhem relaxes a little.
Suicide: "Last week, I defeated two of the best hardcore wrestlers in the business today. Key phrase, I beat them. I am now THE number one contender for the Extreme Title. Splinter and Solo learned to respect me the hard way. Suicide's time to shine. I have been telling you for the last few weeks, and now the people are able to see. The Empire IS Rising."
Suicide hands Mayhem the mic back.
Mayhem: "Now, Suicide what are your plans for Hanibal?"
Suicide: "My plans for Hanibal you ask? My plans for Hanibal are very easy to understand. Hanibal has now seen the power of Imperialism. Imperialism is now sweeping over the globe, and everyone is fearing it."
Mayhem: "Since when?"
Suicide: "Johnny, you were on my good side? Don't push it."
Mayhem: "Sorry."
Suicide: "Anyway. Hanibal now knows and fears what I am capable of. The next time Hanibal step and myself foot in that ring the Extreme Title will be on the line. He will walk into the match with the title, and I will walk out of the match, the new PWF Extreme Champion."
Mayhem: "Well, tonight Suicide you go one on one against Law. Any words to Law?"
Suicide: "Well, let's just say that Law will be just another follower of the Empire after this match. And I promise to you Johnny Mayhem, and to all of the ladies out there that this match will be one to remember."
Suicide walks away from Mayhem.
Gellar: Welcome back folks, as you all just heard, we've now got ourselves a main event for the first Defiance PPV, which is officially titled "A Date with Destiny".
Blackbird: Strange name, perhaps it has a hidden meaning we don't know about?
Gellar: Quite possibly, anyway, the main event for Destiny will be Sabre versus Nightshade in a Two out of Three Falls Match. First Fall, wrestling, Second Fall, Hardcore, Third Fall we don't know, we shall have to wait and see I guess .
Blackbird: I look forward to being surprised.
Gellar: Onto our first match of the night, as Law Hiyabusa gets ready to take on the #1 contender to the Extreme Title, Suicide.
Report: Suicide and Law lock up in the centre of the ring. Suicide forces Law into the corner with nothing more than pure aggression. Suicide then unleashes a volley of hard right hands, the last one of which sends Law crumpling to the canvas. Suicide drags Law up and nails him with a couple of stiff forearms and then whips him into the ropes. Law takes Suicide by surprise and catches him with a Rolling Wheel Kick. Suicide gets up re-adjusting his jaw, Law comes in and scores with a couple of quick forearms pushing Suicide into the corner and then unleashes a hard knife edge chop. The crowd lets out a loud "Wooo!" and then again as Law connects with a 2nd knife edge chop. Law then attempts to whip Suicide to the opposite corner but he counters into a Short-Arm Clothesline. Law gets up, a little groggy, Suicide smashes him across the jaw with an evil uppercut. Law staggers around, only just staying on his feet. Suicide scoops him up and drives him into his knee with a stiff backbreaker. Suicide then snaps Law's leg up for an early cover. .1 .2 Law easily kicks out. Suicide then slides out of the ring and flips the apron up, he pulls out a Steel Chair and slides it into the ring. He climbs into the ring and points the chair at Splinter and then slams it into the mat. Law is just about on his feet and takes a boot to the gut without much resistance. Suicide then hooks Law's head and drives him into the Steel Chair with a DDT. Law rolls away holding the top of his head, Suicide drags him back so his shoulders are down and hooks the leg for a cover. 1 2 . Law kicks out.
Splinter: What was that? He thinks that's Extreme? How did I lose to that guy?
Blackbird: Your asking me?
Splinter: If I was in the ring now, I'd show you all EXACTLY how you use a Steel Chair.
Gellar: Perhaps if you'd performed a bit better last week, you might be in the ring now.
Splinter: Don't get me started, there are plenty of Steel Chairs around, don't make me mark one of them with your name, ERIC.
Suicide pulls Law up to his feet and hits a couple of right hands before he whips Law to the ropes. Law stops himself by grabbing the ropes with both arms and then as Suicide comes charging in, he ducks down and sends him flying over the top rope with a Back Body Drop. Law drops to one knee for a moment holding his head, but recovers quickly and rolls out of the ring. He unleashes a rapid-fire volley of right hands on Suicide and then clotheslines him over the barrier into the fans. Law motions for the fans to move out of the way and then rolls into the ring. He picks up the steel chair and sets it up about a metre and a half away from the ropes. He then runs off the opposite ropes, leaps off the chair and then lands on the top rope, he then sails over the barrier and crashes onto Suicide with a Corkscrew Plancha. The crowd go insane, chants of "Holy Shit" ring around the arena.
Gellar: Unbelievable move from Law Hiyabusa.
Splinter: Now THAT'S more like it, putting your body on the line just to hurt your opponent. We need to see a lot more of that.
Blackbird: I remember when I used to be able to do that .
Splinter: You could do a Triple Jump Corkscrew Plancha?
Blackbird: I meant putting the body on the line to hurt your opponent.
Splinter: Why didn't you just say that then ..
Law pulls Suicide up and hits him with a hard right hand, sending him staggering further into the crowd. Law follows him and borrows a beer from a fan and smashes it into Suicide's face, blinding him momentarily. Law grabs Suicide and throws him into the aisle. Suicide staggers to his feet as Law moves in on the attack. Law grabs Suicide by the head and slams him into an advertising board under the first tier. Law grabs Suicide and then begins slamming him into the board repeatedly. The crowd begin to chant along. 4 5 6 7 8 9 Law pulls Suicide back a few steps and takes a runup, 10!!!!! The crowd gives a big cheer as Suicide collapses on the concrete. Law then leaves Suicide and climbs some nearby steps. He makes his way towards the area above Suicide. He then climbs the guardrail, and absorbs the cheers of the crowd before attempting an amazing Japanese Chainsaw (450 Splash). But Suicide rolls out of the way and there is a sickening thud as Law crashes into the cold, unforgiving concrete.
Gellar: Oh my god!!!! We need some help out here!!!
Splinter: One word, ouch!!!
Blackbird: That did look rather nasty, I hope he's okay.
Both men are down, and the crowd are winding down their 2nd "Holy Shit" chant. Slowly Suicide begins to get to his feet. He pulls up Law, who is gripping his gut pretty tightly. Suicide then throws Law into the same advertising board, which he was thrown into 10 times. Suicide then pulls Law up and hits a couple of quick right hands and then throws him further down the aisle. Suicide drags Law up and takes him with him as he heads towards the ring. He tosses him aggressively over the barricade. Suicide rolls Law into the ring and then rolls in after him. He pulls Law up and slaps him around a bit before sliding around him and locking in a Cobra Clutch. He then delivers the devastating Iron Curtain (Cobra Clutch Suplex). Suicide goes for a cover. .1 ..2 .. Suicide pulls Law's head up off the canvas, he then points towards Splinter as he drags Law up to his feet. He then hooks him up and plants Law with the Imperialiser (T-Bone DDT). Now he goes for the cover. .1 .2 3!!!!
Gellar: Law's missed 450 has cost him this match, and possibly even more than that, as he could well be seriously injured.
Splinter: He fucked up, and because of that, he deserved to lose.
Four members of the EMT climb into the ring bearing a stretcher. They check on Law and then prepare to put him on the stretcher. Suicide is celebrating in the corner, throwing a few taunts at Splinter.
Blackbird: Law is definitely in a bad way, I hope he recovers quickly. Still congratulations to Suicide, he picked up the win.
Splinter: Makes a change.
Gellar: Well, Law will probably be taken to a local medical facility. We'll try and bring you an update later in the show.
We return to an arena in shock. Virtually every member of the EMT is on the stage, attending to something, a few members of the EMT appear to be down, either unconscious, or trying to get up.
Gellar: Welcome back everyone, what happened during the commercial break was absolutely shocking, and I don't think that covers it.
Blackbird: It was indeed sick, and that's by my standards.
We get a replay of what happened during the break. Law is being carried up the ramp on a stretcher. Suicide is still celebrating in the middle of the ring. As the envoy reaches the top of the ramp, Suicide stops celebrating in the ring and stares towards the top of the stage. He then slides out of the ring and starts running up the ramp. Suicide blindsides the first EMT, causing the stretcher to crash onto the ramp. He unleashes hard right hands, flattening every member of the Emergency Medical Team. He then rips Law off of the stretcher, not bothering to remove his neck brace. He drags him to his feet and then sets him up for a Powerbomb. He flips him up and then drives him down, sending Law straight through the stage, crashing down into who knows what. We then return to normal time.
Gellar: As you've now see, sick, SICK actions from Suicide.
Blackbird: If it's done in the ring, in a match, then it's okay with me. But when you do something like that, devastate an injured opponent, it's out of line, it's just not right. And Suicide should be punished for his actions.
Gellar: What I want to know, is why YOU didn't go out there and help Law.
Splinter: What's it got to do with me? If Suicide wants to trash Law, that's his deal, I'm not getting involved.
Gellar: Why not? You must have a heart somewhere?
Splinter: It don't concern me, in fact, I think I'm done here. It was nice working with you boys, later.
Splinter takes off his headset and begins to make his way backstage. Gellar is gesticulating towards him.
Gellar: Well I guess Splinter really doesn't care much for anyone other than himself.
Blackbird: I guess not.
Gellar: Oh well, we have another match, perhaps Golgotha's Religious vibes will help calm everyone down.
Blackbird: The way he's been recently, I very much doubt it.
The words "The Truth is " Slide across the Tron as "Golgotha" By Embodyment plays. The Hardcore Christian appears with the Golden Bible in his right hand. Cole T. Profit is walking right in front of him. He stops briefly and poses like he is reading a verse and then continues down to the ring, ArchAngel walks through the curtain and follows the two of them down to the ring. Upon getting there, he hands the Bible to Profit and climbs the turnbuckle. He extends his arms out like a cross and jumps into the ring.
Golgotha: "Cut my music....Last week, I beat Law Hiyababy for the third or fourth time, I can't remember, in a row. But this time, we a little different. This time, it was for Gold! But I've gotta give that punk credit, he does have a record here in the PWF...shortest time anyone has held onto a Title Belt. Unlike me, Law was never championship material. K new this since the Ice Age. And I felt like teaching that to him a few times before I actually took the title from him. And what a Title it is! The brand new Television Title. How much is it worth, $250,000? If I was a betting man, I'd say that's way more than Law makes in a year. Truth is, this nice piece of gold is where it belongs...on my shoulder!"
Golgotha snickers to himself as the crowd is obviously not to happy with the Hardcore Christians comments.
Golgotha: "Unlike Law, I will be a fighting champion. I'm even going to defend my belt tonight against Grimm. And just so we all know and are clear, yes this is for the Title. Unlike Grimm's tainted win last week. Yeah, Grimm you beat Sabre, but Nightshade had to distract him first. Your win is being called the biggest fluke since Ken Kido. And big Dave is talking about how your match with me is supposed to be some kind of reward. It will be rewarding for me to get my first successful defence against a loser like you, Grimm. Why don't you go home to your girlfriend Haylee and stick to what you are good at...writing columns for PWFE.com. you think you are all that? Let me ask you this, which former member of Canadian Kaos has Gold here on Defiance? That's right...Not you! Without Hanibal, you are nothing. And that's the Hardcore Truth!"
The crowd continues to boo Golgotha. But this doesn't phase him one bit. He just smiles, as if he is enjoying it. As if their hate was fueling his fire. Golgotha raises the mic to his lips one more time.
Golgotha: "I am a man of vision. I've talked about the past, Law, the present, Grimm and now its time for this visionary to talk about the future. The first ever Defiance PPV, where I will be meeting Zion Crest. Truth is, some people don't share my vision for the PWF. Some people, no matter how hard I try to convince them they are wrong, are against my ideas. How do I feel about this match, about fighting a giant? I feel like David getting ready fight Goliath. And we all know who won that conflict. Why? Because God was with David, and Goliath opposed God. Just like Golgotha and Zion. And since Zion refuses to see the light, he must suffer the consequences. So Zion, pray that whatever higher power you believe in has mercy on your soul, cause I sure as hell won't!"
Golgotha spikes the mic on the ground, as Grimm's music hits.
Credit: Sandstorm
Report: The match starts off with Golgotha charging at Grimm and taking him down to the mat, followed by a few shots to the head, and a blatant shot to the kidneys. Golgotha gets up and starts to stomp away on Grimm until Grimm catches his foot and twists it around hard, causing Golgotha to twirl down to the mat, holding his ankle. Grimm gets up and picks Golgotha off of the mat and whips him to the ropes, followed by a leapfrog, and on the way back, Grimm sends Golgotha back down to the mat with a quick clothesline. Golgotha gets up instantly and puts Grimm in a headlock. Grimm struggles out and twirls around to the front of Golgotha, and smoothly hitting a release belly to belly suplex. Golgotha slides out of the ring, and ArchAngel tends to him. Golgotha is just about ready to get back into the match, but it is too late, as Grimm flies over the top rope and crossbodies the two men down. Grimm gets up and seems to be charged up by the crowd as he picks up Golgotha and rolls him under the bottom rope. He enters the ring and goes for a quick pin. 1 ..2 ..ArchAngel pulls Grimm off and drags him to the outside, as Golgotha pulls on the ref's sleeve, faking to be injured. On the outside, ArchAngel picks Grimm up into a powerslam position and drives him back first into the steel ring post. He keeps Grimm in the position and simply places him onto the apron. Golgotha is now up, and reaches over the top rope, and picks Grimm up. He then easily brings Grimm down with a vertical suplex into the ring from the apron.
Blackbird: Golgotha showing us here that he will do absolutely anything to win.
Gellar: Hey, it's not Golgotha's fault that Grimm didn't bring any back up.
Golgotha heads up to the second rope, and jumps off with a diving fist drop, but comes up short as Grimm moves out of the way. Grimm quickly takes the advantage, as he lifts Golgotha up and carelessly plants Golgotha with the "Kamikaze Driver" (Tiger Suplex). He then begins to talk some trash to Golgotha and picks him up off the mat. He whips him into the corner and follows up with a thunderous clothesline, which sends Golgotha into a slump in the corner. Grimm then runs in again and drives two feet into Golgotha's face. Golgotha seems to be out of it now, as Grimm drags him closer to the center of the ring and goes for the pin, 1 ..2 .Golgotha kicks out at 2 ½. Grimm stays on his knees to catch his breath for a few moments, then goes back in. Grimm grabs Golgotha's legs and locks in the "Lockdown" (Sharpshooter). Golgotha writhes in pain as he struggles to get out of the finely locked submission, but every time he squirms it just makes it hurt more. Golgotha musters up the strength to drag Grimm and himself closer to the ropes. He reaches towards the ropes, and ArchAngel grabs his hand and places it on the bottom rope. The ref sees Golgotha's hand on the ropes, and orders Grimm to release the hold.
Blackbird: Look at ArchAngel, it's just not fair!
Gellar: What are you talking about? I'm just amazed by Golgotha's resilience!
Grimm gets up and starts talking trash to ArchAngel, and Golgotha rolls him up from behind in a small package, 1 ..2 .3 NO! Grimm just gets up on time. Golgotha is fuming as he paces around the ring. Grimm gets up and runs at Golgotha, but Golgotha sidesteps and Grimm goes into the ropes. On the way back, Grimm goes for a clothesline, and so does Golgotha, causing them to both go crashing down to the mat. The ref starts to count both men out, 1 2 ..3 ..4, Grimm starts to stir, 5 6 .7, Golgotha gets up to his knees and Grimm gets to his feet. Grimm grabs Golgotha and whips him into the corner. Grimm charges in but is stopped in his tracks by a big boot from Golgotha, causing Grimm to stagger. Grimm turns around in a daze and receives a boot in the gut, followed by a massive "Crucifixion" (Kohya-Otoshi). The ref starts to count, 1 2 3, NO! Grimm kicks out at the last possible second and Golgotha cannot believe it. He looks out to ArchAngel and he shrugs his shoulders in disbelief. Golgotha angrily picks Grimm up to go for another finisher, but Grimm elbows him in the gut and hits the "Fear Factor" (Twist of Fate). The ref counts, 1 2 .3, NO! ArchAngel grabs Grimm's foot and drags him to the outside. The ref starts yelling at ArchAngel and demands that he brings him back into the ring. Out of nowhere, Zion Crest charges out from the audience and starts to brawl with ArchAngel. Grimm recuperates on the outside, and sees Golgotha inside the ring, cheering ArchAngel on. Grimm sneaks up to the top rope, and jumps off with a huge cross body block to Golgotha. Golgotha rolls over from the impact and pins Grimm, 1 2, Grimm rolls over and pins Golgy, 1 2, Golgy rolls over and pins Grimm, this time wrenching Grimm's tights, 1 ..2 3!
Blackbird: What a dirty trick, classic Golgotha!
Gellar: Whatever it takes to win Blackbird.
Golgotha runs out of the ring to help ArchAngel, but Zion slides into the ring and escapes the possible double team attack. Grimm and Zion stand side by side in the ring as Golgotha and ArchAngel walk up the ramp.
Gellar: Chaos and Mayhem reigns as Golgotha retains his TV Title.
The camera focuses in on Big Dave's office where he is sitting at his desk with Matt Van Dam and Jason Hunt to both sides of him. There is mixed reaction from the crowd as Hunt and Van Dam stare at each other.
Big Dave: Gentlemen, calm down and take a seat. I hope you both remember that no contact clause...don't you?
MVD: Perfectly.
Hunt: I don't think he understands Dave, care to refresh his memory on this?
Big Dave: Jason, sit down and shut up.
Hunt: What did you want me here for anyways?
MVD: And me too?
Big Dave: There answer to that is simple, I asked both of you here in my office to ask you both if you have selected your partners for the "Dream Partner" tag match tonight.
MVD: I've got a few guys in mind, but I haven't picked anyone yet.
Big Dave: Jason?
Hunt: Since the only dream partner of Jason Hunt would be Jason Hunt I haven't even given it a thought yet. To be perfectly honest Dave-O, I don't need a partner. I could easily beat Matt Van Dam and who ever he chooses by myself.
Big Dave: In case you two didn't realize this...YOU MUST PICK A PARTNER HERE TONIGHT!
The crowd cheers as Big Dave lays down the law on Hunt and Van Dam.
MVD: Take it easy Big boy, I'll have myself a partner. You should worry about Jason Hunt, who would be his partner? Everyone hates him.
Hunt: Dude, when will you two realize I don't need a partner. I am that friggin' awesome.
MVD: Don't make me laugh Jason.
Big Dave: You have about 30 minutes to go and pick a partner...both of you. If you don't have a partner...well...I don't know what I'll do but you better believe it'll suck for the both of you.
Hunt: Well it just so happens I already have a partner picked out Big Dave, and Matt...it's gonna be a HUGE surprise to you.
MVD: Haha, bring it on Jason. I highly doubt you'll have a HUGE surprise. What is your grandma gonna be your partner or something?
Hunt: Just wait Matt...just wait and see.
The camera fades out...
Jonny Mayhem stands next to Jonny Lang in a suite overlooking the arena.
Lang: You will have to excuse me but as you can see I am hung over. I was out celebrating last night.
Lang closes his robe.
Mayhem: That visual was not needed. What were you celebrating?
Lang: Well, if you must know Grimm is dumping Haylee for me. Honey, your shirt is FABULOUS. Where did you buy it?
Mayhem smiles and pulls his collar of his shirt
Mayhem: I bought it at A&F
Mayhem shakes his head no
Mayhem: Lang I am asking the questions I don't think Grimm wants anything to do with you.
Lang: Believe what you want but lets just say he is open for new experiences. This is all WRONG.
Mayhem: Yes very wrong indeed.
Lang: The lighting in here is terrible. Where is Major Woody? Wardrobe.
Mayhem pulls out a clipboard and starts to read.
Mayhem: We have some video footage of you kissing Grimm
Lang: Oh goody lets watch
The footage plays
The crowd are puzzled as Johnny Lang rolls into the ring, he appears to be checking on Grimm, to see if he is okay.
Gellar: Looks like he's here to help Grimm.
Blackbird: Trust me, he's not here to help him.
Lang continues to check on Grimm, and then starts to give him Mouth to Mouth!!! Even though you can clearly see that Grimm is breathing.
Gellar: What the hell is Lang doing?
Blackbird: I feel sorry for Grimm, I really do.
Lang continues to give Grimm Mouth to Mouth until he sees real EMT's coming down to the ring, and then he stops and rolls out of the ring.
Mayhem: Disgusting! Taking advantage of a man while he is down.
Lang gets excited and shows a tent pole through his robe.
Lang: Take advantage? I beg to differ. I was saving the mans life!
Mayhem: How do you figure? You were open mouth kissing a man while he was knocked out.
Lang: NOOOoooo. I was only trying to help. In fact, I was giving mouth to mouth, saving his life. And that is why Grimm owes me his life. If not for me, he would not be with us today.
The footage then shows Lang kidnapping Haylee.
Gellar: Look, on the tron, something's happening .
The camera cuts backstage, we are in the parking lot. The camera zooms in on a particular car, where there appears to be a man and a woman involved in a physical struggle at the back of the car. As the camera gets closer, it reveals that the man is wearing a leather mask of some kind, the PWF's newest Superstar, and the woman is . Haylee!!! We cut to the ring and to Grimm, who's eyes nearly pop out of his head.
Blackbird: What the hell is that guy doing with Haylee?
Gellar: God only knows.
The camera gets closer and we can now see that Haylee's hands are tied and the man is trying to put her in the boot, but she is trying to fight him off, she's screaming as loud as she can, until the man puts some gaffa tape over her mouth and then roughly shoves her into the boot, and slams the lid shut. We cut back to the ring and Grimm is just staring at the tron, then he shakes himself out of the trance and jumps out of the ring and starts running up the ramp. The tron shows the car reversing out of it's parking space and speeding away from the arena.
Mayhem: And what about Haylee's abduction?
Lang: That little whore? Who cares? You know sometimes when problems are right in your face you have to take a step backwards.
Lang takes a step backwards behind Mayhem.
Lang: And you have to look at everything.
Mayhem turns around to face Lang.
Lang: Notice what your problems are from a distance so you can evaluate them. I merely was doing Grimm a favour by allowing him to see how he did not need a woman in his life! Women poison the mind. If Grimm did not have Haylee in his life he would be WORLD CHAMPION. Grimm needs a real man in his life.
Mayhem: So you are not a bit sorry for your actions.
Lang: Are you kidding? I would GLADLY do it again.
Mayhem: And your match tonight?
Lang: To that smurf of a man Silas? I would gladly do it to Parish if he could get a woman other than a bloody mary!
Mayhem: You heard it hear first Lang does not regret anything he has done in the past weeks.
Mayhem signals for the cameraman to cut but he keeps rolling and we pick up background chatter
Lang searches the room as if he misplaced something.
Lang: Where is my felching kit?
Gellar: Mayhem trying to get Jonny Lang to answer to his actions last week, but it's quite clear that he doesn't believe he did anything wrong.
Blackbird: I'm shocked he hasn't been arrested yet.
Gellar: You never know, he might be arrested during this next match, presuming Grimm doesn't get his hands on him first.
Report: Lang and Parish circle around each other, Lang is highly exited about the match getting under way. The bell rings and they tie up in the centre of the ring. They battle with each other, trying to get an advantage. Lang manages to get the upper hand and pushes Parish into the corner, he then breaks the grapple and pushes right up close to Parish, going chest to chest. Until Parish pushes him away that is. Lang looks even more exited. They tie up again, and Lang snaps Parish over with an Arm Drag, he then holds on, snapping on an armbar. Parish pushes up and counters with a quick boot to the gut, he then whips Lang into the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Lang ducks it and locks in a waistlock, and squeezes Parish close to him and then he attempts a German Suplex, but Parish wraps his legs around Lang's knees and rolls him up. ..1 . Lang kicks out. Both get to their feet and Lang goes for a knife edge chop, but Parish ducks it and then nails Lang with a hard right hand. He backs him into the ropes with quick fire punches and then he whips Lang away. Parish then crashes into Lang with a stiff left arm clothesline. Lang gets up slowly, Parish is already bouncing off the ropes and nails the Pitbulldog. He hooks the leg back for a cover. 1 .2 Lang kicks out. Parish gets to his feet, but is taken down as Lang drops him with a Drop Toe Hold. Lang then leaps over Parish and snaps on a Side Headlock.
Gellar: Some, erm , interesting strategies from Jonny Lang.
Blackbird: You wonder if he's in the match to win, or just to enjoy the match itself.
Lang is cranking up the pressure on the headlock, as Parish is forcing his way up to his feet. Parish scores with a couple of elbows and then snaps around the back of Lang with a hammerlock. Lang counters into an arm wrench. Parish tries to counter the arm wrench with another arm wrench, but Lang performs a cartwheel to keep on the arm wrench. Lang drops down and chop blocks Parish onto the mat and then rolls him onto his back. Lang then locks Parish's legs and locks on a Bow & Arrow Lock. He rolls backwards and Parish grimaces in pain as the submission hold is fully applied. However, Lang can only hold on the move for so long, he can't keep Parish above him forever. Lang lets Parish go and then he heads towards the top rope. Parish struggles up to his feet and Lang dives off taking him down with a Cross Body Block. Lang goes for the cover, placing his face as close as possible to Parish's face, almost close enough to kiss him. ..1 ..2 . Parish kicks out. Lang rolls Parish over and then locks on a Camel Clutch. Once again, Parish is left grimacing in pain, reaching out for the ropes. Lang quickly switches holds and locks in a Fujiwara Armbar, but this allows Parish to pull himself to the ropes quicker, and Lang is forced to break the hold.
Gellar: Apart from some of his more suggestive moves, Lang appears to be submissions expert.
Blackbird: Let's hope he can adjust to the hardcore style of Defiance.
Just after Lang breaks the hold, Parish drags himself out of the ring. He staggers around for a moment, regaining his senses. He then kicks out at the Timekeeper's table, knocking it over and sending its contents flying across the floor. He then pushes the Timekeeper to the floor and grabs his chair and throws it at Lang, who dodges it carefully. Parish rummages around the area and pulls out a brown bag. He then backs away and leans sits down against the apron. Lang can't see what Parish is doing, as he is pacing around the ring. Parish opens the brown bag and pulls out a bottle of vodka.
Gellar: Parish can't be serious? He's not going to drink on the job.
Blackbird: Worked fine for Stone Cold.
Gellar: He usually waited until the match had finished first!!!
Parish takes a quick swig of the vodka, absorbs it and then begins to climb onto the apron, holding the bottle behind his back. Lang goes to grab Parish, but instead takes a vodka bottle across the forehead, sending shattered glass across the ring, and Lang to the mat. Parish quickly climbs through the ropes, shoots his right foot off the mat one of the larger shards of glass goes through the boot. He almost slips on the wet canvas, but he manages to make the cover. ..1 .2 .. somehow Lang gets his shoulder up. Parish walks across the ring and picks up the Steel Chair. He waits for the groggy Lang to make it to his feet, and then he goes to smash the chair across his face, but Lang surprisingly ducks it and then counters with a spin kick to the gut. Parish drops the chair and Lang snaps Parish's arm underneath his legs and then pauses there for a moment, before he delivers the Hump Handle Slam (Pump Handle Slam) onto the Steel Chair. He sits on Parish's chest, facing away from his face for the cover. .1 2 3!!!!
Gellar: Jonny Lang picks up an impressive debut win.
Blackbird: And Silas Parish's unfortunate losing streak continues.
Gellar: Wait!! It's Grimm!!
Grimm slides into the ring behind the celebrating Jonny Lang, who is about to give Parish a big kiss. Grimm grabs the Steel Chair from the ring and smashes it across Lang's back. Lang jerks up to a standing position, strangely with a smile on his face. Not for long, as soon as he turns to face Grimm, he takes a chairshot to the head and stays down. Grimm then slides out of the ring and picks up a bag he brought with him, he empties the back and picks up a flowery dress. He slides into the ring and he puts the dress onto Jonny Lang, who is out of it, and offers no resistance.
Gellar: Grimm gets a small measure of revenge, after what Lang did to him last week, I'd say he deserves it.
Blackbird: And I don't think Grimm will leave it at that, although it does appear to be all for tonight.
Grimm is backing away up the ramp celebrating, the crowd are eating it up. As Lang staggers to his feet, they are all laughing at him. When Lang realises he's now wearing a dress, a huge smile comes across his face, and he begins to dance for joy. He even does a few suggestive poses for Grimm!!
Blackbird: He likes wearing a dress???
Gellar: Should have expected as much ..
Grimm's was enjoying getting one over on Lang, but when he sees Lang's reaction, his face turns to pure rage, and he storms off towards the backstage area.
Gellar: Grimm will have to think of another way to get his revenge.
Blackbird: Lots of ways, lots and LOTS of ways.
Gellar: Welcome back everyone, it's time for one of tonight's two big matches. The Dream Partner match is still to come, but next we have ourselves a Grudge Match. Solo & Nightshade have been rivals for a long time, and now they will go face to face inside of a Steel Cage.
Blackbird: And escape will be rather pointless, you can only win this one via pinfall.
Steel Cage Match: Pinfalls Only
Credit: Splinter
"Mudshovel" by Staind hits as Solo walks out, he flips off the fans as he walks swiftly down to the ring. He climbs in the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, he flips off the fans once again.
As the cage lowers Solo ask for a mic. As he receives the mic he looks up at the steel cage lowering around him. Tapping the mic, Solo checks to see if is on. As he goes to speak the crowd boos a little.
Solo: "As you all know what is going down tonight. I thought I enlighten you morons exactly what will take place in this ring in a few minutes. You see over the pass two weeks I've been attacked from behind by a coward. That coward being Nightshade. Oh sure he thinks he is "God", but I got news for you people he isn't one at all."
Solo paces around the ring testing the cage has the ring crew locks the cage into place. Nodding in approval of the job being done.
Solo: "Nightshade you have embarrass me for the last time. Hell you have embarrassed this great industry for the last time. Your arrogant ways comes to an end. No longer will you be a "God", but you will further more be a piece of garbage that yours truly took out. You see Nightshade tonight your fate is in my hands. I decide whether you live or die."
Solo gets a little sadistic look on his face. Then it turns to hatred.
Solo: "You see Nightshade. For 2 years you have tried to ruin my career with your jealousy. In my days in the MOW SH you have tried your best to make me just another one of your lackies. Well guess what not gonna happen. It didn't happen in the SH it sure as hell not gonna happen in the PWF."
Solo takes one last look at the cage making sure everything is in place knowing what Nightshade will try to do.
Solo: "Nightshade times has come for you to pay the reaper. Tonight you face me in this cage. It doesn't matter if it be a HIAC, a RIAC, or just a plain old Cage match. You will fall victim to Solo. Welcome to Hell, Nightshade. In this hell no one walks away."
Solo laughs as he toss the mic out of the cage standing there looking at the steel cage.
Report: Nightshade looks around at the cage, while Solo doesn't take his eyes off Nightshade. Nightshade eventually stops looking around and brings his eyes down, meeting Solos gaze. Solo looks pretty much unhinged, all of a sudden he runs in and tackles Nightshade down, he starts to pound on the self proclaimed God with hard right and left hands. He jumps up and drops an elbow down, he then pulls Nightshade up and launches him face first into the cage wall, Nightshade staggers away only to be hit with a hard back drop that lands him right on his shoulders. Nightshade tries to pull himself up only to have Solo spear him right back down and open up on him with another barrage of rights and lefts. He then pulls Nightshade up and grabs him as if he is going to spinebuster him, but instead he falls back planting Nightshade face first into the wall of the cage! Nightshade comes down neck first onto the ropes and staggers away holding his face in pain, Solo charges in off the ropes and clotheslines Nightshade down hard. Nightshade is lays there as Solo starts to stomp away at him angrily, Solo has a look of intensity in his eyes that hasn't been seen in quite a while. He pulls Nightshade up again, this time he launches him into the cage face first, Nightshade staggers away and Solo throws him to the ropes. Nightshade manages to duck a Solo clothesline on the way back and then him with a hard neckbreaker. Solo quickly makes his way up only to get grabbed, whirled round and then given a tilt-a-whirl slam by Nightshade. Nightshade then pulls Solo up and proceeds to drill him with a vile backbreaker, Solo rolls away holding his spine in pain.
Gellar: Nightshade seems to be trying to bring back Solos injury from MOW, if he did that surely Solo would never make it back to the ring.
Blackbird: Solos one tough son of a bitch, but if Nightshade puts his mind to something he may just about get it done.
Nightshade pulls Solo up and throws him to the ropes, on the way back he throws Solo up with an overhead backdrop. Solo goes flying up back first into the cage, he hits the steel hard before proceeding to fall down and land behind the ropes in a heap on the mat, the crowd stands up to look and see if he is moving. He tries to pull himself up on the ropes but fails, collapsing back down in a heap on the mat. Nightshade lays a few stomps on him through the ropes before walking to the middle of the ring and posing for the crowd. Solo has pulled himself up on the ropes, he is standing in the small gap between the cage and the ropes. Nightshade comes charging in and dives for a spear style maneouver through the ropes but Solo sidesteps and Nightshade spears himself straight into the cage wall! Solo comes through the ropes, he pulls the hurt Nightshade out of the ropes and throws him to the opposite ropes, one the way back he hits Nightshade with a one handed spinebuster, driving him down into the mat hard, Solo covers Nightshade hooking the leg 1 2 Nightshade kicks out. Solo walks over to the turnbuckle and takes off the bottom, middle and top turnbuckle pads exposing all three of the metal turnbuckles! Solo then picks Nightshade up and throws him face first into the cage wall, Nightshade staggers away and then gets whipped into the exposed turnbuckles! Nightshade staggers away with a look of pain etched across his face, he walks straight into a kick to the gut followed by a powerbomb from Solo! Solo covers Nightshade again 1 2 Nightshade again kicks out before the count of three.
Gellar: Solo seems to have turned this match round thanks to those exposed turnbuckles.
Blackbird: Don't write either of these men off until its over, who knows what its gonna take to end this matchup.
Solo pulls Nightshade up, he is obviously in pain. He sets Nightshade up and then catapults him face first into the top exposed turnbuckle, he collapses leaning on the top turnbuckle. Solo runs in and hits a spear to Nightshades back, crushing him into the three exposed turnbuckles! Solo takes a few steps away and allows Nightshade to fall back down onto the mat, hurt. Solo smiles as he sees a wound on Nightshades head, he pulls Nightshade up and throws him up face first into the cage. He then slams Nightshades head home four times, he then drags Nightshade into the middle of the ring and dumps him down with a scoop slam. Solo then runs to the ropes and on the way back drops a running elbow to Nightshades forehead, opening the wound up more and allowing the blood to trickle down Nightshades face. Solo then pulls Nightshade up again and goes to throw him into the cage wall but suddenly Nightshade comes alive, he blocks Solos attempt to slam his face home and then slams Solos face into the cage. He then picks Solo up in a spinebuster like position only to run him into the three exposed turnbuckles back first, Nightshade takes a few steps back and repeats this hideous move. He then swirls Solo round and spinebusters him hard into the mat! Solo lays perfectly still on the mat as Nightshade rests on the cage wall.
Gellar: That could've done it, that could've bought back Solos injury.
Nightshade staggers over and pulls Solo up, he kicks Solo in the gut and proceeds to nail him with the Smiting (Hangmans DDT) to a huge groan from the PWF fans.
Blackbird: And if not, that probably did.
Nightshade, bleeding everywhere, proceeds to cover Solo 1 2 Solo just about kicks out to the amazement of not just the PWF fans but also to Nightshade. He crawls over and drags himself up on the cage wall, Solos assault obviously having taken a lot out of him. He drags Solo up and proceeds to whip him into the exposed turnbuckles, Solo just slumps down into a sitting position in a corner. He looks dazed, as if he is close to passing out. The PWF fans are in silences, they don't like Solo, but they don't want to see a mans career end right before their eyes. Nightshade starts to pick Solo apart with hard stomps to Solos chest. He finally drags Solo up to his feet but suddenly Solo comes alive, nailing Nightshade with a low blow followed by a huge DDT! Both men are down and obviously hurt, Nightshade is bleeding quite badly whilst Solo lays on his front holding his back in pain.
Gellar: This match is taking so much out of these two, neither of them will ever give the other man any ground.
Blackbird: Hatred does that, it makes matches so much more intense. Neither man will step back and let themselves lose. That's what sometimes causes injuries as well.
Gellar: We could be looking at two injured men right now.
Solo drags himself to his feet, after battling through the pain that his back is in. He drags himself over to the cage wall and starts to climb. Cheers from the PWF fans start to mount as he climbs up onto the top of the cage. He taunts the fallen and bleeding Nightshade before leaping off the cage, he sails down for the Big Elbow Drop but at the last second Nightshade rolls out of the way and Solo hits the mat hard! He bounces hideously before coming to rest on the mat, Nightshade crawls over and drags himself up on the ring ropes. He beckons Solo up, but Solo isn't going anywhere. Nightshade pulls Solo up, kicks him in the gut and nails him with the Sulphurous Ash (Evenflow DDT)! Nightshade pulls himself up, Solo is out of it. He puts one foot on Solos chest, the referee counts 1 2 3!
Gellar: Nightshade picks up the win, but Solo is the current concern. He looks seriously injured.
Blackbird: It's never good to see someone come out of a match with an injury, let alone be knocked out.
Gellar: We've got to go to commercial, the EMT is on it's way to aid Solo.
Gellar: Welcome back folks, we're gearing up for our main event now. The Dream Partner match.
Blackbird: Just before we do that, I've an injury update. Solo is now on his way to a local medical facility, his injuries are currently unknown. Law is already at the hospital, and I'm told he is seriously injured. We'll try and get more information to you by next week.
Gellar: There won't be much left of the Defiance Roster if this keeps up.
Blackbird: They'll get used to it, god knows I did.
Gellar: Anyway, it's time for the Dream Partner match, Defiance Owner Big Dave is on his way to the ring to setup this one.
"Cochise" by Audioslave hits the arena as Big Dave makes his way down to the ring, he grabs a mic and then waits patiently for MVD & Hunt to make their entrances.
"Snap your Fingers, Snap your neck" by Dry Kill Logic plays as MVD walks down the aisle. MVD poses, flexing his arms towards his head (RVD style). The Ultra-Tron bears the gWo logo and then shows clips of MVD striking opponents out with his Kendo Stick and finishing them the 5 star frog splash.
The lights are turned off and red laser lights flash through out the arena and then pyro goes off on the stage and "Do you call my name" by RA hits and out walks Jason Hunt with a confident strut. Jason raises his hands in the air and then he walks down to the ring and when he gets in the ring he flexes his muscles then climbs up to the ropes and raises his arms and hands again.
Big Dave: "Right then, let's get this thing underway. Have you both chosen your partners?"
Both Hunt & MVD give Dave a nod.
Big Dave: "Okay then, for the duration of this contest, and ONLY this contest, the no contact ruling will be waived. But as soon as the bell goes to end the match, the contract is back in force. Understood? Good. Now, onto the partners. Hunt, you get to name your's first, you know the rules, you can choose any member of the roster, and he has to be your partner.
Hunt: "This one was difficult, but in the end, the decision was made for me. The partner I choose is MATT VAN DAM!!!
The crowd is stunned into silence, Big Dave is taken aback, and MVD just stares in disbelief.
Big Dave: "Are you on drugs or something? How the hell can you choose your opponent as your partner?"
Hunt: "You said I could choose anyone on the roster, so I'm choosing MVD, you going to break your word now?"
Big Dave paces around for a moment, then he gets an idea.
Big Dave: "Okay, it's done, your partner is now MVD. But your going to work together, I will stay here at ringside to make sure of it."
MVD: "What about me? Don't I get a say in this?"
Big Dave: "Sorry Matt, it's done now, decisions made."
MVD: "Great, that's just typical. So who the hell are we going to fight now?"
Big Dave: "Let me think now, two men for you to face, who hasn't wrestled yet tonight, oh yes, they will do. Your partners for tonight will be .. the Extreme Champion, Hanibal, and the Dark Saviour, Zion Crest."
Both MVD & Hunt's eye's widen when Big Dave announces who they will face, but everyone is suddenly distracted when "Backyard Babies" hits the arena, and Sabre walks out onto the stage with a mic in hand, and an unhappy look on his face.
Sabre: "Wo, Wo, Wo, Wo Wo Your not getting away with this one, you've forced me into a match with Nightshade at the PPV. Now your going to cut me off the show altogether? I'm the PWF Champion for god's sake!!! And as the PWF Champion I DEMAND to be put into this match. That is of course if you want to actually get a decent rating this week."
Big Dave: "You know something Sabre, I'm not in the mood to deal with you at the moment. So fine, you're in the match, it's now a 3 on 2 handicap match."
Sabre: "See what I mean, I never get anything around here, always being left out, always being . Wait a sec, did you just say I was in the match?"
Big Dave: "If you paid attention, instead of planning your next rant, they you'd have known that I said YES."
Sabre is taken aback, he can't quite believe that Big Dave has granted one of his requests.
Sabre: "It's about time you started listening to me, now if we get together after the show, I've a few more suggestions that would improve your show, and "
Big Dave: "Don't push it Sabre, drop your mic, and get in the ring, NOW!!!"
Sabre, satisfied for now, throws his mic away and makes his way down to the ring.
Dream Partner Match
"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.
James: Introducing, from Peterborough, Ontario, Canada, weighing 226lbs, HANIBAL
The arena darkens as "Burning Inside" by Fear Factory & Static X begins to play. Dark and disturbing images play in slow motion on the UltraTron and then suddenly the stage explodes in flames. The flames continue to burn as Zion seems to walk straight through them. The Dark Saviour slowly makes his way down to the ring. The flames continuing to burn behind him.
James: Introducing from New York, weighing 399lbs, the "Dark Saviour" ZION CREST!!!
Report: Before MVD & Hunt even discuss who should start the match, MVD simply steps through the ropes and gestures for Hunt to start the match. The King of Swing gives MVD a glare before he turns his attention to his opponent. Or to be accurate, his opponent's chest, as Zion Crest was standing directly behind Hunt, towering above him. Zion knocks Hunt down with his first right hand. Hunt is up quickly and tries to get in a punch of his own, but Zion absorbs it easily and unleashes a barrage of right hands on Hunt. The only reason he is still on his feet is because he happens to be leaning against the ropes. Zion then grabs Hunt by the throat and casually tosses him across the ring. Hunt crashes down and quickly scrambles over to his corner, where he tags in MVD, who wasn't offering. Hunt quickly rolls out of the ring and backs away. MVD is still on the apron, reluctant to get into the ring with the Dark Saviour. MVD looks towards Big Dave, who orders him to get into the ring. Reluctantly, MVD climbs through the ropes. Zion comes in with a big right hand, but MVD ducks it and then unleashes a quick kicking combo to Zion's torso and then attempts a Spin Kick to the face, but Zion ducks it and then smashes MVD straight on the nose with a Fury Punch. MVD staggers back 5 yards and doubles over. Zion charges in and crashes into MVD's head with a raised knee. MVD is sent tumbling through the ropes holding his head. Immediately, Sabre and Hanibal drop off the apron and begin to stomp down the helpless MVD, before Sabre picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. Zion is awaiting them, and tags in Hanibal. The Extreme Champion pulls MVD to his feet and nails a couple of quick forearms, he then whips him to the ropes and then takes to the air and takes MVD out with a Flying Back Elbow. Hanibal then shouts to his partners to get him something, Sabre drops off the apron and reaches under the ring to pull out a Singapore Cane. He tosses it over the top rope and Hanibal calmly plucks it out of the air. Hanibal twirls the cane around as MVD gets to his feet. Hanibal cracks the cane across MVD's ribs, then backs away, letting him stand up, before delivering another shot to the ribs. This time Hanibal delivers a shot to the back, knocking MVD down. Hanibal backs off again, and lets MVD get up, before going for what would have been a violent headshot. But MVD manages to duck it and he staggers over to his corner and slaps Hunt across the face, which is technically a tag.
Gellar: The tables have turned, now it is MVD sending Hunt into the ring when he is in distress.
Blackbird: So far, we haven't seen a lot of teamwork from MVD & Hunt, perhaps that will change.
Gellar: If they don't want to be on the end of an ass kicking, they won't have a choice BUT to change.
Hunt climbs into the ring, keeping a close eye on Hanibal, and resisting the urge to do anything more. Hunt keeps his distance from Hanibal, and of course the cane. Finally, Hanibal comes in on the attack, but Hunt easily dodges the swing and catches Hanibal with a right hand, forcing him to drop the cane. Hunt then hooks Hanibal up and plants him with a Snap Suplex. He goes for a quick cover. ..1 . Hanibal kicks out quite easily. Hunt pulls Hanibal up and whips him towards one of the two neutral corners. He moves in and delivers some hard shoulders to the gut. He then whips Hanibal away towards the opposite corner and follows in with a big Jumping Body Splash. He knees Hanibal in the gut and then takes him over towards his corner, where he offers MVD a tag. Matt stares at Hunt for a moment, then gives him an aggressive tag. Hunt holds Hanibal for a moment, so MVD can deliver a hard kick to the torso. MVD then snaps Hanibal into an arm wrench, pauses for a moment before scoring with a Back Heel Kick. MVD then steps over Hanibal and performs the Old Man Stink, before dropping down to pound his face with right hands. MVD then goes for the cover. ..1 2 . Hanibal kicks out. MVD pulls Hanibal up and then picks up the Singapore Cane that was used on him. It's not in the same condition it was before, but it is intact enough for MVD to score with a huge shot across the forehead. MVD goes for the cover. .1 ..2 Sabre comes in and breaks up the count. MVD pulls Hanibal towards his corner and then leaps onto the 2nd rope. He is about to hit the Stinky Leg Drop, when Hunt tags himself in. MVD jumps down from the turnbuckle, and begins to argue with Hunt. The King of Swing steps through the ropes and the verbal exchange continues. Meanwhile, Hanibal is crawling over to his corner and successfully makes the tag to Sabre, who charges into the ring and dives at both MVD & Hunt, knocking Matt through the ropes, and Hunt down to the mat. Sabre yanks Hunt up and hits a few quick forearms before whipping him to the ropes and then taking him out with a Spinning Wheel Kick. With Hunt successfully immobilised, Sabre takes a moment of time to taunt the crowd.
Blackbird: No matter what, Sabre never forgets his fans, never.
Gellar: No wonder, he doesn't have any!!! You can't really forget nothing can you?
Blackbird: Oh I'm sure Sabre has some fans, probably hiding in Row Z, keeping out of the way.
Gellar: Is there even a Row Z in the building?
While Sabre is busy taunting the crowd, Hunt gets to his feet and staggers across to tag in MVD, who is surprised at being tagged back in so quickly. He climbs through the ropes and he and Sabre circle around the ring. They tie up, and Sabre quickly takes Matt into a hammerlock. MVD counters into an arm wrench, but Sabre rolls through and flips MVD over. Sabre connects with a quick Leg Drop and then goes for the cover. 1 2 MVD kicks out. Matt gets to his feet and surprises Sabre with a quick elbow to the gut. He then scores with a flurry of right hands, but Sabre comes back with a nifty Eye Poke. Sabre then knees MVD in the gut and drags him over to his corner, where he offers a tag to Zion. The big man gets into the ring and lifts MVD up over his shoulder. He then runs at full tilt and rams him into the turnbuckle pads. He then begins to hit a series of awesome shoulder thrusts. On the apron, the smile on Hunt's face tells you all you need to know, he's loving this. Zion drags MVD out of the corner and scoops him up and plants him with a hard backbreaker. He hangs onto him and delivers a 2nd backbreaker. Still hanging onto him, he hoists MVD over his shoulder and then drills him into the mat with an awesome Running Powerslam. Zion goes for the cover. 1 2 . MVD just gets his shoulder up. Hunt was half through the ropes to make the save, but thought better of it, and just waved MVD off. Zion drags Matt towards his corner and offers a tag to Hanibal, who climbs to the top rope and he connects with a Perfect Swanton Bomb. Hanibal hooks the leg for the cover. .1 ..2 .. MVD again, only just gets his shoulder up. Hanibal pulls MVD up and boots him hard in the gut. He hooks the leg and then he delivers the devastating Ego Trip (Fisherman's Buster DDT). Hanibal goes for another cover. 1 .2 somehow, MVD gets his shoulder up. Hanibal can't believe it. He offers a tag, and Sabre accepts it, Hanibal climbs to the apron, shaking his head, he can't believe MVD kicked out. Sabre lifts MVD up and dumps him on the top rope. He then poses for the fans before spectacuarly leaping onto the top rope from the canvas, with no aid. Then leaping onto MVD and delivering the Sabrecanranna. Sabre goes for the cover. ..1 .2 .. again MVD just kicks out. It's as if he is determined not to lose this match while Hunt is his partner. Sabre pulls MVD up and then he hits the Sabre's Edge (Rios Driver). He is about to go for a cover, when Hanibal attracts his attention. He hears the instructions and gives Hanibal his tag. The Extreme Champion already has a Steel Chair in his hand. He climbs through the ropes and watches as MVD staggers to his feet. Hanibal goes to smash the chair into MVD's face, but instead he is caught by surprise as MVD connects with the Vandaminator; Both men stay down.
Gellar: Out of nowhere, MVD may have just saved this match for his team.
Blackbird: He doesn't want to be the one who loses this match, but I'm sure he doesn't want to let Hunt win it either!!
Gellar: At the moment I think he is more concerned about getting up, than who wins or loses the match.
Both men slowly crawl over towards their corners. MVD gets there first, but Hunt refuses to make the tag, slowly MVD pulls himself to his feet, using the ropes, meanwhile Hanibal makes the tag to Sabre. The Australian charges into the ring and jumps MVD from behind, sending him crashing into Hunt. Referee Mark Johnson signals a tag. Hunt is quickly up on the outside, and is trying to argue that he didn't tag in. Sabre puts the boots to MVD for the time being. Big Dave gets up from his chair and orders Hunt to get into the ring, which he reluctantly does. Hunt scores with a club to the back of Sabre and then unleashes a volley of right hands. He then hooks Sabre up and tosses him overhead with a perfect Northern Lights Suplex. Hanibal comes running into the ring, but gets caught with a blatant low blow, and then Hunt scores with the Six Pack Revolver. (FameAsser) Sabre is back to his feet, and Hunt sends him staggering into the corner with a Spin Kick to the face. Hunt then scores with a flurry of right hands and then whips Sabre to the opposite corner. He charges across, but gets cut off by the mammoth that is Zion Crest, who connects with a clothesline. Hunt gets up quickly, but Zion grabs him by the throat with both hands and devastates him with a Two Handed Chokeslam. MVD comes back into the ring and hits Zion with a couple of quick kicks, but the big man comes back with a knee to the gut and then lifts MVD high into the air and hits the Destruction (Screwdriver). Sabre is there to push Zion aside and go for the cover. ..1 .2 . Zion grabs Sabre by the pants and lifts him off MVD and throws him across the ring. Hunt is back on his feet now and he nails a low blow on Zion and then pushes him into the ropes where he clotheslines him over the top rope. Hunt turns back around and gets scooped up by Hanibal, who plants him with the Hardcore Hangover. (Rikishi Driver). Hanibal goes for the cover, but the referee points out that Sabre is the legal man. Hanibal is furious, and starts arguing with the referee. Meanwhile, Sabre has MVD near the corner, and is on the top rope. He gracefully soars off the top rope and connects with a perfect 450 Splash. Suddenly "Counterfeit God" by Black Label Society hits the arena, and Sabre is startled. He looks around for Nightshade, concentrating his attention on the stage. But he is surprised when Jason Hunt School Boy's from behind. The referee ignores Hanibal and goes to make the count. 1 2 . Sabre just kicks out, despite the fact that Hunt had his feet on the ropes. Sabre then rolls out of the ring and heads off up the ramp, waving back at the ring as if to say he no longer cares.
Gellar: Where's Sabre going?
Blackbird: I guess he's had enough, looks like we've now got ourselves a 2 on 2 contest.
Gellar: For how much longer it will last.
Hunt sees Zion climbing into the ring and charges at him, sending him flying off the apron and crashing into the barricade. Hanibal then spins Hunt around and goes to scoop him up for the Hardcore Hangover, but Hunt escapes into a waistlock and goes for a German Suplex, but Hanibal spectacuarly flips out of it and lands on his feet. Hanibal goes for a Superkick, but Hunt ducks it and goes for a Spinning Heel Kick, but Hanibal ducks that. Hanibal scores with a boot to the gut, and goes for the Ego Trip, but Hunt gets in a couple of kidney shots and then counters with his finisher, the DownSizer. ..1 ..2 Zion breaks up the pinfall attempt. He then lifts Hunt up in the air and finishes him off with the Destruction (Screwdriver). He goes for the cover. ..1 ..2 3!!!!!
Gellar: Zion picks up the win and puts in an awesome performance.
Blackbird: A leaves a trail of destructions behind him.
Gellar: Everyone put on an excellent performance in that match, even Sabre, who decided to abandon his comrades.
Blackbird: Looks like MVD & Hunt are coming around.
Hanibal & Zion are making their way to the backstage area, but in the ring, Hunt & MVD go face to face. Words are exchanged, but Big Dave quickly gets in between them before they can trade blows. He keeps the two of them separated as they continue to exchange verbals.
Gellar: Good thing the boss was there, as I don't think their contract would have stopped them.
Blackbird: They would most certainly have come to blows.
Suddenly, the cameras cut to the backstage area. Sabre is making his way down a corridor, muttering to himself. He stops at what appears to be his destination. The locker room door reads "GOD". Sabre kicks the door open and charges into the locker room, before the camera can follow him in, we see a huge flash and then a loud crack. Then we see Nightshade walk out of the locker room with a cocky smile on his face. The camera looks inside the locker room and we see Sabre trying to get up, a nasty cut on his forehead and a broken camera lying next to him.
Blackbird: Well, Sabre does love the camera.
Gellar: Just not in that way. Dammit folks, we're out of time, we'll be back next week.
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