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Miami Arena
Miami, Florida
Tuesday 11th March 2003
Attendance: 24,211
Parish: I don't even know why I keep coming back here week after week. All I get is watered down beer and a "holier than thou" speech from a loser who thinks he knows everything just because he can pour drinks and take peoples money.
Bartender: If the beers so bad, how come you keep draining mug after mug of it?
Parish: Shut up, will ya!
Silas rubs his eyes while maintaining a death grip on his beer mug. The bartender takes this opportunity to make his way back over to Parish.
Bartender: Its my bar. I can say whatever I want to.
Parish: Oh yeah? Well... well... just leave me the hell alone will you.
Bartender: No. You know why you keep coming back. You come back, because you know what I've been saying is true. You don't want to believe it, but its true anyways. Maybe for once you should take my advice. Take a leave of absence if you have to. Get yourself cleaned up and sober, then get back in the PWF and kick ass like you used to.
Silas sighs, but he doesn't dispute the bartenders reasoning for why he really does keep coming back.
Parish: You think so huh? Well I don't need your advice. Tonight, I'm gonna kick Jason Hunt's ass all over the squared circle, and I'll do it my way. As is.
Bartender: Good luck on that, you're gonna need it.
Parish: What's that supposed to mean?
Bartender: It means I don't think you could beat anyone in your condition. Maybe if you weren't in here drinking before your match, you might have a shot, but even then I doubt you could beat Hunt.
Parish: You wanna bet?
The bartender smiles.
Bartender: Sure! If you win your match with Hunt tonight, I'll give you free drinks for a full year. Hell, I'll even stop trying to give you advice and leave you alone. BUT... if you lose, you have to quit drinking. Completely. I'm talking cold turkey. On top of that, you'll have to go to AA meetings. What do you say Parish? Deal?
The bartender extends his hand to shake on it. Silas eyes the bartenders outstretched hand as he thinks about the bet.
Parish: Fine! You got a bet. Mmmm... those free drinks will taste that much sweeter after tonight.
Bartender: Yeah, right. But remember our bet, if you lose, you're going on the wagon. Oh, and if you don't show up at the arena, you lose automatically remember.
Parish: If I don't show...?
Silas looks at the clock on the wall and turns white. He hops to his feet, takes another huge swig of beer, then bolts from the bar leaving the half drunk beer mug on the bar. The bartender just shakes his head sadly.
"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 Miami Arena. 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. We're gearing up for yet another big night.
Blackbird: Including the debut of the PWF's latest signing.
Gellar: Indeed, former AMW, Asylum & more recently, FMWF, superstar Shane Ballard makes his debut right here tonight.
Blackbird: Against none other than Matt Van Dam.
Gellar: Silas Parish will see if he can end his long run of defeats against Jason Hunt.
Blackbird: And if he succeeds, he'll get free drinks for a year. For his own sake, I hope he loses!!!
Gellar: Indeed, he needs to get off the wagon, and quickly.
Blackbird: He has to, for the sake of himself, and his career.
Gellar: We should point out folks that Defiance Owner, Big Dave, isn't here tonight, he's away on business.
Blackbird: That's a worry, things could very easily get out of control without the boss here.
"Brand New Hate" by the Backyard Babies fires up and the crowd get their rotten fruit and vegetables ready for the PWF champ, Sabre, who eventually walks out from behind the tron at a slow, measured pace. Once again Sabre comes out wearing his casual attire to the ring, PWF belt around his waist and as cameras zoom in, we see that the top of his head is entirely wrapped up in bandages. Sabre starts to lean to the right a little as he slinks down the rampway as if in a state of vertigo before finally taking a breather near the ring, taking the time to hold his head and wince in pain.
Gellar: "This is bull. Sabre only got a scratch from that camera shot last week and he's blowing it all out of proportion."
Blackbird: "He's dodging the bullet, and the fans here aren't happy about it."
Sabre eventually struggles into the ring, having some trouble getting through the ropes before standing in the very center, mic in hand...
Sabre: "As you all know, last week....."
The arena doesn't even let him finish the sentence as the 'Sabre sucks' chants begin to hail down at full force.
Sabre: "Shut up!"
Boos echo and Sabre grits his teeth before raising his voice in an attempt to talk over the rabble.
Sabre: "Last week, as you all know... yeah, cheer all you want... basically I got clocked in the damn head by a certain fan favourite."
Cheers erupt from the arena following 'God' chants, mixed with the odd 'Night-shade'...
Sabre: "Yeah, chant the idiots name because thanks to him, I have a level two concussion. Do you hicks have any idea what that means? Well for the suckers scratching their heads, It means you better have that receipt for the Defiance Pay Per View you just bought because you're star player is out of the game. For at least three weeks to be exact. That means... you guessed it... no title match at a Date With Destiny. And even if I WAS medically fit to wrestle I'd go so far as to boycott the freakin match anyway. I don't care if you geeks in the nosebleed section scream for him, Nightshade is just too dangerous to have near a perfectionist like myself. Any chance he gets and he tries to end someone's career. Look at Solo if you don't believe me. You want your fighting champion to get injured? Well this right here... this little bump on the head... this is as far as it goes! If I get a mere inkling that this will happen to me again, I swear I am out the door! Gone!"
The audience once again cheers loudly and Sabre is not too happy with the reaction...
Blackbird: "Good, he should start packing. He makes the whole hardcore theme look like a joke."
Gellar: "What's ironic is, that's our flagship for the Defiance brand name up there..."
Blackbird: "Ironic? More like sad."
Sabre: "Yeah... cheer on you sheep, because If I walk out, I'm taking this belt with me! How do ya like DEM apples? Without me, Defiance would crumble. The entire roster wouldn't have a job anymore, and they'd have to call their families... their loved ones... and explain how they lost their job because Sabre is the guy who moves mountains, and they're just here to kill time. And guess what...."
Sabre suddenly turns towards the rampway, facing the tron before laying the belt down on the ring...
Sabre: "I hereby hand this title over. I'm boycotting this insanity. If I wanted to get hit over the head I'd work at a 7-11. Nightshade, you're just too damn violent to deal with and if you want to settle this thing backstage rather than in the ring where it belongs, then I'd rather be without this thing and have my health then lie in a corridor somewhere with my head busted open. So Nightshade, you won. Come down the ramp and collect your prize, because this thing obviously means a hell of a lot more to you, then it does to me."
The crowd are pretty much speechless at the sudden change of heart, as Sabre stands there, arms open and belt lying on the mat, waiting for Nightshade to approach. "Counterfeit God" by Black Label Society hits the arena and just as he was called out, Nightshade emerges from the curtains. He looks out at the fans, who continue their chants for him. Nightshade's smile shines through the arena as he walks down the ramp and to the ring. He climbs up the ring steps and then steps into the ring. Nightshade pulls a microphone out of his tights and looks at Sabre, the fans cheering loudly.
Nightshade: Sabre...
Nightshade hesitates for a moment as he looks out to the crowd, but it is only for a moment.
Nightshade: Sabre, I'm glad that you're finally admitting what everyone here has known all along. I am the better man. I am the better wrestler, and I am your god. Sabre, I always knew you were just poultry... nothing but a yellow chicken. You don't want anything to do with me... fine. You don't have to worry about facing me at the Pay Per View, I'll just take the title from you right now and we'll consider this over.
The fans cheer at this, but some are upset that they won't get to see Nightshade and Sabre go at it in what would likely be the best match the Defiance brand can offer. Nightshade merely watches as Sabre shrugs...
Sabre: "It's out of my hands, you took care of that when you blatantly tried to kill my career. I hope you're damn happy... I can't even turn my damn head to the right, I think I cracked a neck bone in there somewhere... hang on hang on...
Sabre tries to turn his head to the right, but grimaces under the strain...
Sabre: "Arrrgghh... no, no, don't help me, I can do this... the doctor told me to do this stuff on my own so I can make a full recovery... almost there.. almost....."
Suddenly, Sabre spins on his heels before landing a spinning wheel kick across Nightshade, sending him reeling back. As Nightshade hits the ropes, Sabre quickly picks up the title belt and smashes it against his face, sending the superstar out of the ring to a horde of boos from the crowd...
Sabre: "Yeah, I think I'm getting better with each day passing."
Blackbird: "That bastard! Who the hell would go to those lengths just to get a cheap shot at Nightshade?!"
Gellar: "Our champ has sunk to new levels."
Nightshade begins to rise as Sabre flips over the ropes and onto the cement below, pushing the timekeeper off of his chair and folding it up. He crosses the ring, sneering at fans at the barrier, before bringing the chair past his head and sending it crashing down across Nightshade's shoulder blades. Nightshade merely slumps back onto the floor, face first as Sabre once again gets on the mic...
Sabre: "You're a fool for thinking I would just hand this belt over to your worthless ass. Do you know what kind of hardships I went through just to get this thing across my waist? Two out of three falls, Nightshade... I will OWN you, because not only will I prove to the World that I'm a true champion, I will prove that I am the FIGHTING champion by decimating you... pinfall, submission OR hardcore rules.... THIS ISN'T OVER, DUMBASS!"
Sabre takes his belt, slumping it over one shoulder as "Brand New Hate" fires up once again. As the fans send down a sea of hate Sabre's way, the champion merely grins as he retreats up the rampway, watching Nightshade who rises on his knees and immediately stares at Sabre with hate filled eyes...
Blackbird: "I think Sabre just signed his death warrant."
Gellar: "Well you heard him, he's got something to prove to the World and he says he'll do it come a Date With Destiny!"
Blackbird: "If he even makes it then. This Pay Per View is really shaping up, I can't wait until those two finally clash."
Gellar: "Should be a big one... personally I can't wait until our contestant for Date With Destiny, Jeanette, picks her bachelor and with luck, wins the big Carribean cruise!"
Blackbird: "... idiot."
We cut backstage, a door slams shut as MVD begins to make his way down the corridor and through the backstage area. His wife, JVD a couple of steps behind him. We then cut to the parking lot, where we see Hunt getting his bags out of his car. He swings them over his shoulder and then makes his way towards the entrance.
Gellar: Hunt & MVD just arriving here at the arena. With Big Dave not here, nobody is there to keep Hunt & MVD on their leashes.
Blackbird: Things could most definitely get out of hand.
We return to the backstage area, where Nightshade is being helping into the Medic Room, where he is being attended to by three EMT's.
Gellar: Nightshade looks in a bad way, Sabre really did a number on him.
Blackbird: I hope he's okay for the PPV.
We now cut backstage, two police officers are talking to someone backstage.
Officer 1: "Excuse me, could you tell us where we can find Jonny Lang's locker room?"
Backstage Guy: "Sure, I'll show you the way."
Officer 2: "Thanks"
Gellar: Looks like Grimm reported Lang to the police after all.
Blackbird: Indeed.
Gellar: Well, we'll have to wait and see what happens. First we have a match, as Zion Crest must face ArchAngel, Golgotha's bodyguard.
Blackbird: Zion v Golgotha has already been signed for the PPV, and it should be a fantastic match.
Gellar: We'll see if the bodyguard can soften up the Dark Saviour for the man he protects.
Credit: Suicide
Report: Zion and ArchAngel circle around the ring before diving into a collar and elbow tie up. Zion gets the upper hand and wrenches the arm of ArchAngel. Zion hits an elbow smash to ArchAngel's shoulder. ArchAngel quickly grabs his left shoulder in pain. Zion grabs ArchAngel by his hair and pulls him to his feet. Zion whips ArchAngel into the ropes and catches him in a powerslam. Golgotha jumps in the air on the outside as his bodyguard takes a powerful slam on the mat. Zion quickly picks ArchAngel up and sends him flying over the top rope.
Gellar: ArchAngel takes a hard fall to the outside.
Blackbird: Well, the bodyguard gets to meet the man he's supposed to be defending.
Golgotha runs to the timekeeper and throws him out of his chair to the ground. He picks up the chair and hands it to ArchAngel, who is rising to his feet. The ref is distracting Zion, when Golgotha runs to the other side of the ring. He catches Golgotha's attention, which gives ArchAngel time to get to his wits. Golgotha keeps Zion's attention as ArchAngel slides in the ring behind Zion, chair in hand. Golgotha climbs onto the apron. ArchAngel runs at Zion swinging the chair, but Zion ducks and Golgotha gets smashed in the head with the chair. Golgotha falls to the mats below, holding his head. ArchAngel holds his arms in the air, when Zion slips behind him and rolls him up in a schoolboy. 1... 2... Kick out. Zion gets to his feet, but gets dropped to the mat with a vicious clothesline from ArchAngel. Zion quickly drops an elbow to the back of ArchAngel's head. Golgotha is on the outside pulling himself to his feet when Zion slides to the outside. He picks Golgotha up military style and drops him across the guardrail.
Blackbird: Zion needs to get back into the ring instead of being distracted by Golgotha.
Gellar: That's true, he cannot underestimate ArchAngel.
Zion is on the outside of the ring stomping Golgotha when ArchAngel picks up the steel chair and climbs to the top rope. He jumps off and slams the chair on Zion's back. Zion cringes in pain as ArchAngel helps Golgotha to his feet. ArchAngel picks Zion up and whips him into the steel steps. Zion cringes in pain. ArchAngel sets Zion up in a sitting position against the steps. ArchAngel walks about ten feet backward. He holds up his right arm before running full speed and nailing Zion with a dropkick.
Gellar: Oh my! What a move by ArchAngel.
Blackbird: Oh that was some tremendous impact there. You could feel it all the way over here.
ArchAngel pulls Zion up by the hair and rolls him into the ring. On the outside of the ring, ArchAngel and Golgotha are celebrating by taunting some of the fans sitting ringside. Zion gradually makes it to his feet in the ring as Golgotha and his bodyguard continues to verbally assault the fans at ringside. ArchAngel turns and sees that Zion is on his feet and dives back into the ring. When he gets to his feet, he and Zion begin to exchange punches. Then ArchAngel gets the upper hand with the I-block-your-punch-you-don't-block-mine. He grabs Zion and whips him into the ropes. ArchAngel, however, signals his intentions of a backdrop, a little too early and gets a stiff kick to the chest. Zion nails ArchAngel with a DDT and quickly covers. 1... 2... Kick out.
Blackbird: That was a close one there.
Gellar: That's true. ArchAngel better be careful, another mistake like that could cost him the match.
Zion is quick to his feet and pulls ArchAngel up with him. Zion tucks ArchAngel's head between his legs. He picks ArchAngel up and drops him with a piledriver. Golgotha jumps on the apron and gets Zion's attention. Zion goes to Golgotha and ducks a right hand. Zion grabs him and suplexes Golgotha into the ring. Golgotha grips his back and rolls back out onto the apron. He is climbing to his feet, when ArchAngel runs at Zion. Zion ducks the clothesline attempt. Archangel hits Golgotha, knocking him off of the apron. ArchAngel staggers backwards right into a backslide from Zion. 1... 2... 3!
Philip Edgar Jones: The winner of this match, ZION!
Archangel gets to his feet and leans over the ropes to check on Golgotha. Zion runs at ArchAngel and flips him over the top rope to the outside. Golgotha helps his bodyguard to his feet as Zion celebrates on the inside. Zion tempts Golgotha to get into the ring, and Golgotha approaches the steps. He climbs to the top step and about steps into the ring, however, he thinks twice about it and steps back down the steps keeping his eye on Zion. The trash talking does not end though, as both Golgotha and Zion continue to talk trash to each other.
Gellar: Golgotha is afraid to get into the ring and face Zion.
Blackbird: He's keeping a safe distance between himself and Zion.
Golgotha and ArchAngel continue to back up the ramp while Zion occupies the ring.
The Cameras open to Grimm walking down the hall with Haylee close to him holding his hand. Suddenly both are stopped by 2 police officers. Grimm automatically pulls Haylee behind him and puts his hands up to fight.
Cop: Easy there Grimm...we just want to talk
Grimm: About?
Cop: We just want you to know that the warrant for Johnny Lang's arrest is still up..and we were wondering if you knew where he was
Grimm: If I knew where he was...he'd be dead! every single pint of blood in his body would be spilt on the floor and his head would be crushed in!
Cop: So...you still want to press charges I take it.
Grimm: Yes....since I didn't get the message across that sick son of a bitch...I'll let Johnny Law take care of it...please go and find that bastard...Haylee has had enough of this...
Cop: Yes sir!
The cops walk off as Grimm and Haylee stand close to each other. Haylee puts her head on Grimm's shoulder who in turn places his hand on her head. The camera fades.
Gellar: Welcome back folks, the Extreme Title is on the line next as Golgotha gets set to take on Hanibal.
Blackbird: Golgotha could very easily become a double champion. Hanibal shouldn't underestimate the Hardcore Christian.
Gellar: Not when he has people like Profit & ArchAngel backing him up.
"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 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. 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.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing, from Skull Canyon, Arizona, weighing 224lbs, "The Hardcore Christian" GOLGOTHA.
Before the match even gets started, Golgotha slides out of the ring and gets a mic from a stagehand. Seeing how this upset Hanibal, the Hardcore Christian decides to stay out of Harms way and out of the ring as he begins to speak.
Golgotha: "Tonight, I have the chance to do what very few people have done before me. To prove that I am truly a legend here in the PWF. Your TV Champion, has the opportunity to become the Extreme Champion as well. I mean, lets face it Hanibal, your record against me isn't that well. And last time we fought for a Title, I recall eliminating you from the match. Even a few days ago, at the Ringmaster Tournament, I pinned you. Tonight's match is in the bag for me. But both of those are in the record books now. And speaking of records, for the record, I am so sure that I will win, I gave Archangel and Cole the night off. I will become Defiance's first and only Double Champion. Truth is, that is something Zion only dreams about. He wishes he was half the man I am and a fourth of the champ I am."
Golgotha walks around the outside of the ring and smiles. The crowd gets upset with Golgotha for delaying the match and begins to boo.
Golgotha: "Of course, the Extreme Title is worthless now. Just like Zion's merchandise. It has a loser for an owner. Truth is, all the matches on Defiance are supposed to be Extreme. So what makes you so special, Hanibal? What can you do in that ring, that I won't be able to do to Zion at our Date With Destiny? Absolutely nothing. Zion won't be able to stop me from beating him with every weapon I can find. After all, that don't call me the Hardcore Christian for nothing. I think you had just better hand me the Title Hanibal, it will save you a lot of trouble."
Hanibal almost charges out of the ring at Golgotha, but the Hardcore Christian avoids the self proclaimed Hardcore Icon. The crowd boos Golgotha and implores him to just start the match.
Golgotha: "I warned you Hanibal, don't mess with me. Because not, not only will I beat you, I will make an example of you. An example of what happens when people don't listen to me. An example when people don't see things my way. An example for Zion Crest. No, the punishment you will receive in the ring tonight, is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to Zion at the PPV. And that's the Hardcore Truth!"
Golgotha has stopped just in front of the ramp. He has back turned to the entrance and he dares Hanibal to come out and get him. Instead of booing, the crowd starts to cheers. Unknown to Golgotha, Zion has just walked out on stage.
Golgotha: "I'm glad to see that you all want to see me destroy Zion for his lack of faith. I know that the PPV isn't here yet, but I'm going to give all of you a little preview of my match tonight against the alleged Icon, and wanna-be Extreme Champion....."
The crowd roars with approval as Zion charges towards the ring. Golgotha turns around just barely in time to see Zion and go into the crowd for an escape. Zion lays chase to the Hardcore Christian, leaving Hanibal in the ring....
Hanibal stands in the ring with a "what the hell" look on his face. He bends down and picks up the mic still confused.
Hanibal: What.....the hell? The bible patrol comes out for a couple seconds just to take shots on his hero? Jesus, you think this guy would have known the 10 commandments a little better by now. Thou shalt not bore the hell out of thy opponent. And besides we all know this isn't how you treat a person of stature.
a loud boo echos through the arena
Hanibal: He thinks I'm not extreme? He better think again. This guy's definition of extreme is missing evening mass on sunday. Who's he to stand here and insult me? Ohhhh the Hardcore Christian, yeah I'm sure that gimmick gets him all the ladies.
Hanibal turns to the direction where Golgotha ran off
Hanibal: Look Golgotha, if you knew you couldn't go toe to toe with a living legend and didn't have the balls to back up that little sermon you just gave you could have said so, rather then send Xena out here for your protection.
the ring announcer approaches Hanibal
Philip Edgar Jones: Actually Hanibal its Zion not Xena
Hanibal looks over at the announcer with a pissed off look on his face.
Hanibal: You think I didn't know that? And what's with you stepping onto my show all suave and trying to get a part of my spot light? Did I ask for you assistance?
The ring announcer shakes his head backing up into the corner as Hanibal slowly approaches him. Hanibal looks at the announcer rearing back to punch him then softly pats him on the cheek with a smile on his face.
Hanibal: then keep it that way. And while you're at it, I think Don Johnson called he wants his suit back.
The ring announcer quickly slips out of the ring dusting off his suit feeling that regardless to what Hanibal has just said 80s clothing is still and will always be in style.
Hanibal: You know that's the problem around here, everybody wants a piece of the spot light. My spot light! Like that jackass Suicide for example.
the arena erupts into a cheer
Hanibal: So what he won by some fluke match and now he's getting a shot at my title. We whoopdy freakin doo. Suicide you're 15 minutes starts at the PPV while my fame is everlasting. Enjoy it while it lasts.... Now in fear of my superstar stock dropping from being seen in this pisshole town, I bid you all adiou!
Hanibal starts to exit the ring then pulls himself back in.
Hanibal: wait a minute....I could have sworn I came out here for a reason.
Hanibal scratches his head thinking
Hanibal: Oh yeah that's it!
Hanibal takes off his extreme title and hands it to the ref
Hanibal: Would you mind shining this for me, I'm going to need it nice and clean after I get done beating somebody's ass tonight. Who will that somebody be? Well it ain't Golgotha he's already shit himself three times since leaving town in fear of my superiority, so I guess that leaves.....the entire PWF roster.
the arena bursts into loud cheers once again
Hanibal: Yeah, you all seem like you want to step into my spot light. Well tonight for one night only since I feel like being generous, I'm offering anyone of you a free ticket for 15 minutes of fame and glory as you stand toe to toe with you're very hero, Hanibal.
Hanibal pauses dramatically holding his hands on his hips then quickly looks back up the ramp way.
Hanibal: All you gotta do is come out here and receive it.
Hanibal rest his arms on the ropes staring down at his wrist as if there was a watch
Hanibal: Come on there has to be...
Suddenly Hanibal is cut off by the sound of.....
Suddenly Hanibal is cut off by the sound of Head Up building through the arena, the fans stand up as the song bursts into its full flow. The crowd is on there feet, cheering, as Splinter walks out onto the stage. He poses and pyros blast out of the stage, he walks down to the ring slapping a few hands before rolling into the ring. Hanibal just stands and stares at him with an un ending stare as Splinter climbs up one of the turnbuckles and poses for the PWF fans. He jumps down and gets a microphone thrown to him, the PWF fans are going crazy as he steps up to Hanibal. The two men just stare at each other, Splinter takes a few steps back.
Splinter: Splinters said it once, and Splinter will say it again. You really need to learn when to shut up!
This gets a big chorus of cheers from the fans.
Splinter: A match with your hero, everyone wants to steal Hanibal's spotlight, so on so forth. Splinter'll tell you what everyone actually wants to see, your ass lying on the mat so badly beaten up you can only be recognised by your dental records!
There is a big cheer from the crowd again, a chant of 'SPLINT-ER! SPLINT-ER! SPLINT-ER!' goes up around the arena, Splinter smiles as Hanibal starts to look a little bit angry.
Splinter: When tonight is done and dusted Splinter can guarantee that you're going to wish Zion had never turned up and it was Golgotha who was standing in front of you now and getting in your face. But, you made the open challenge. It's your mistake. Do you remember Hanibal? The Rumble In The Bronx? Splinter v Hanibal in a No Holds Barred Stretcher Match? How could you forget. Splinter had to crawl around looking for several of his teeth after that match, so tonight Splinter finally gets his chance to get his own back. Screw the Hardcore Christian, tonight you face the Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak!
A huge cheer goes up around the arena, the fans know what they want to see.
Splinter: So, if you hadn't guessed, this is Splinter accepting your open challenge for an Extreme Title Match right here right now, looks like its finally time for Splinter to take your over-confident, arrogant, smelly Canadian ass and beat the living hell out of it! The PWF Extreme Title is coming home, so say good evening to the new Hardcore Chair Swinging Extreme Champion of the PWF!
Splinter throws the microphone into the crowd, Splinter and Hanibal step up to each other and a stare down. The PWF fans are going wild, chanting and cheering for the match they know is about to explode right before their eyes.
Credit: Rex Idol
Gellar: Looks like we're going to have an Extreme title match after all!
Blackbird: Big opportunity for Splinter, you don't get handed title shots everyday.
Gellar: Let's see if he can take advantage of this huge chance he's been given.
Report: Splinter slides in under the bottom rope, but is met by a series of hard stomps from Hanibal, and then a quick front flip leg drop stunning the overly anxious challenger.
Blackbird: He was in such a hurry to get down here, looks like he forgot a game plan.
Gellar: Hanibal didn't get to be the champ on accident.
Hanibal picks up Splinter, drapes his arms back over the top rope, and lays a hellacious chop across his chest "WHOOO!!!". He follows up with a swift martial arts style kick to the midsection, a European uppercut, and then another chop to the chest "WHOOO!!!". Hanibal is looking confident and Irish whips Splinter across the ring. Coming off the ropes Splinter is some how able to duck a under a spinning kick from Hanibal. His momentum carries him into the ropes behind Hanibal, and just as the champ turns he comes off and hits the ICBM!! (spear)
Gellar: Whoa! What a hit!
Blackbird: Hanibal might want to check to make sure his ribs are still in place after that shot!
Splinter rises first and with a handful of hair, pulls Hanibal up for a quick sit-out tiger driver, holding on for a pin attempt. 1 kickout.
Gellar: Splinter going for a pin way too early, this guy really wants the win here.
Blackbird: Maybe so, but he's gonna have to dish out a lot more punishment than that to keep Hanibal down for a three count.
Splinter scoops Hanibal up for a body slam, but Hanibal wriggles off, landing behind the challenger and hits a spinning hook kick to the back of the neck and head. Staying on top of his man, Hanibal moves in and locks on a triangle hold. The pressure he's applying is tremendous, as it's visually apparent that Splinter is in a lot of pain. Hanibal tightens the hold and starts taunting, going so far as to reach down and slap Splinter across the head a few times.
Gellar: That's not necessary! Just adding insult to injury now.
Blackbird: Mind games are part of the sport.
Splinter tries powering his way to his feet with Hanibal's legs still locked around his head and arm, but only get's about halfway up when Hanibal flips him over with a modified head scissors takedown. He then releases the hold and hops up to the top rope and drops down with a split legged moonsault. But at the last instant Splinter shifts his body and raises his knees, catching Hanibal in the groin with both knees!
Gellar: Good Lord, that hurt just looking at it!
Blackbird: Hope he didn't have plans for any little Hani's in the near future.
Hanibal is rolling around gasping for air while Splinter is shaking the cobwebs off. Hanibal is able to make it to his feet, but just as he does Splinter grabs him by the back of his head and delivers a brutal series of elbow/forearm smashes to the head, not letting Hanibal fall until he has landed a full ten blasts. After the last shot Hanibal staggers backwards and then falls through the ropes to the outside. Splinter doesn't follow him out, instead taking a knee, trying to regain some energy.
Gellar: Splinter looks tired, but he really needs to stay on top of the champ if he wants to pull this one out.
Blackbird: Uh-oh, bad news for Splinter - looks like Hanibal is ready to take this match to the Extreme! Here we go!
Hanibal has retrieved a metal chair from the announcer's area and climbs up on the ring apron. Splinter hasn't seen the chair and goes to grab Hanibal to pull him back into the ring. In a lightening fast succession Hanibal rams the chair hard into Splinter's gut, tosses the chair on to the mat behind Splinter, and then flies into the ring with a sunset flip that ends with Splinter's shoulders, neck and head crashing down on the steel chair! He holds on for the pin - 1 2 Splinter just barely kicks out!
Gellar: Close call for the challenger.
Blackbird: After getting his bell rung like that, I'm surprised he even knew he was being pinned!
Both men struggle to their feet with Hanibal succeeding only a second before Splinter. Hanibal uses his one second advantage and runs to the ropes, bounces off catching Splinter in the face with a spinning wheel kick. Now in control of the match, Hanibal signals the end to the crowd. He picks Splinter up in a suplex set-up position and then hooks the leg for the "Ego Trip" (fisherman suplex). He hoists him into the air and pauses holding him there for a moment, for dramatic effect, then brings him crashing down with a sickening thud on to the steel chair!!
Gellar: Splinter is out of it!
Blackbird: He gave it a shot, but it looks like he's coming up short today.
Hanibal sits up with a huge smile on his face. He rolls over for the cover. 1 2 He pulls him up!!! Hanibal stopped the count by yanking Splinter's head up from the mat!
Gellar: What the Hell!?!
Blackbird: This guy is as cocky as they come.
The crowd boo's this action, but Hanibal only laughs and points to the top rope. He arrogantly climbs the turnbuckles, all the while telling the ringside fans just how good he is. Once at the top, with his back to the ring, he again signals to the fans that this one is over. He then launches himself up into the air and executes a beautiful Phoenix splash - on to the chair as Splinter moved at the last possible moment!!!
Gellar: Oh, my God!!! I think that is one of the best top rope maneouvres I've ever seen - but he missed Splinter.
Blackbird: He sure didn't miss that chair though!
I t takes more than a few seconds before either man is able to get up, but finally Splinter rises and moves in for the kill. He picks up Hanibal and locks in a double underhook arm grip.
Gellar: Splinter has new life in this match.
Blackbird: I think he's going for the Holocaust DDT and yep, you guessed it - on to the chair!
Just as Splinter is about to lift Hanibal up for his signature DDT, somehow the champ slips an arm out and uses it for a killer groin shot! Splinter drops to the mat in pain. Hanibal stands up but is clearly not all the way together. He lifts Splinter into position for what looks to be a powerbomb. He quickly raises him into position, but Splinter slips out of his grasp and nails the Splinter Driver - on to the chair! With all his remaining strength Splinter makes the cover - 1 2 somehow Hanibal gets his shoulder up, Splinter can't believe it. Splinter then decides to end the match once and for all and drags Hanibal over to the corner. He then climbs up to the top rope, preparing to hit the Reality Rift Splash. But suddenly, Hanibal kips up, shocking everyone in the area, including Splinter. Hanibal uses the element of surprise as his advantage and scrambles up the ropes. He quickly hooks Splinter up and then dives off the top rope with the Ego Trip (Fisherman's Buster DDT) and crash lands into the mat, driving Splinter head first into the canvas. Hanibal takes a moment to catch his breath and then goes for the cover. 1 . 2 . 3!!!!!!
Gellar: Hanibal retains the Extreme Title in spectacular fashion.
Blackbird: How did he do that? Just kip up after taking such a vicious move?
Gellar: You're asking the wrong man, I thought it was you who used to do this type of thing.
Blackbird: True, he must have one hard head to survive a move like that.
Gellar: Well, Hanibal will go on to face Suicide at the PPV, in what I'm sure will be a violent contest.
Blackbird: I wonder what type of match they will come up with?
Gellar: Something suitable, I'm sure.
Blackbird: I could come up with a few suggestions for them
Gellar: I think they both want to be able to walk after the match.
Blackbird: What? It wouldn't be that violent, well, maybe not .
We return to a highlight package concerning last weeks Defiance, specifically, the Nightshade v Solo Cage Match. The final moments of the match are accentuated via slow motion as we see Solo crashing down hard from his attempted Elbow Drop off the top of the cage. The music defines Nightshade's Sulphurous Ash and the eventual 3 count. We fade out with a picture of a bloodied Solo trying to get to his feet.
Gellar: What a match that was last week.
Blackbird: It had everything a wrestling match needs to be a success.
Gellar: Solo won't be here this week, as he's still recovering from an Elbow injury sustained at the end of the match.
Blackbird: Perhaps Nightshade will get the bed next to him, I hear he's been taken to the hospital as well.
Gellar: Yep, Sabre really did a number on him.
The scene opens to Johnny Lang with no shirt on and a pair of denim jeans and cowboy boots. Johnny is pacing the backstage halls to the tune of Whole Lotta Love by Led Zepplin. Lang sings the song with an ever so clear lisp strumming his instrument playing air guitar.
You need coolin', baby, I'm not foolin',
I'm gonna send you back to schoolin',
Way down inside honey, you need it,
GRIMM I'm gonna give you my love,
I'm gonna give you my love.
As Lustful Lang walks down the hall with an extra little step, he checks out each person he passes. His eyes move from head to toe pausing ever so slightly to check their package.
Lang: Why is Defiance so concerned with who is the most EXTREME. Who is HARDCORE. They should be concerned with who is the HARDEST man in the PWF. Who got the biggest boner?
You've been learnin', baby, I bean learnin',
All them good times, baby, baby, I've been yearnin',
Way, way down inside honey, you need it,
I'm gonna give you my love... I'm gonna give you my love
Lang: I must say I am the "most beautiful man in the pwfe". I bring the love of the ladies to the ring and utter contempt for my "genetically challenged" opponents.
You've been coolin', baby, I've been droolin',
All the good times I've been misusin',
Way, way down inside, I'm gonna give you my love,
GRIMM I'm gonna give you every inch of my love,
Gonna give you my love.
Johnny looks a bit longer at the janitor who is interrupted from mopping the floor. Lang puts his hands around the janitors waist and leans over to his ear and whispers.
Lang: If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me!
The janitor turns arounds and pukes. Lang keeps walking with a skip singing.
Johnny puts on his best O face during the climatic parts of the song.
My my my my, my my my my, oh
Shake for me, boy
I wanna be your backdoor man
Hey, oh, hey, oh, hey, oh
Oooh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, ma-man-ma, hey
The volumes fades down as Lang continues to skip down the hall worry free.
Lang: Keep a-coolin', baby
The lights go out as an air raid siren goes off. After a few seconds, the "Empire Strikes Back" theme starts. After playing for a few moments, it cuts off as pyros explode everywhere and "Get Up Again" by Flaw hits the loud speakers. Out from behind the curtain steps Emperor Suicide. He slowly makes his way down to the ring. He dives underneath the bottom ropes and enters the ring. He is handed a mic from the stagehand.
Emperor Suicide: "Wow. That's all I can say after watching the poor performance put on here tonight."
The fans boo when Suicide insults the other competitors. He smirks and continues on.
Emperor Suicide: "Don't tell me you people didn't see the pathetic in ring action earlier. We had Splinter, against Hanibal, for the Extreme Title. Last time I checked, I was the number one contender, not Splinter. But anyway, Splinter comes out here, and challenges Hanibal."
The fans cheer when Suicide mentions this. He gets an angry look on his face.
Emperor Suicide: "You people are confused. SPLINTER LOST."
The fans boo Suicide's comments and erupt into an 'asshole' chant. Suicide strolls around the ring a minute, while the people quiet down.
Emperor Suicide: "If you think about it, Splinter did me a favour. He put some hurt on Hanibal, of course, that makes little difference, as we all know who will be the Extreme Champion after "A Date with Destiny"
The fans being to boo again.
Emperor Suicide: "That's right, that's right. Boo Splinter. He didn't deserve the shot, he got it. Now, I would boo him too."
Another chant starts up, but this time its 'Splinter'. Suicide looks extremely pissed. He begins stomping around the ring.
Emperor Suicide: "Don't you people ever have any respect. I've beaten everyone that has been put in front of me and this is the respect I get. I have beaten Solo, Shockwave, Law, and your beloved Splinter."
The booing gets even louder. Suicide appears to be tired of it and starts to exit the ring. He sticks one leg over the rope and almost climbs out, but climbs back in.
Emperor Suicide: "You people here are not, and I MEAN NOT, doing this to me. You will listen to what I have to say. Here's the deal, I watched that pathetic LOSER, Hanibal, almost get beaten by Splinter. So I guess that means I will crush Hanibal without even breaking sweat. So now, I want a little warm-up match. So this challenge goes out to anyone in the back, who thinks they deserve to be in the same ring with me. Come on out, and get some Imperialism laid on your ass."
Suicide waits in the ring. After a few moments and still no one has appeared, Suicide picks up the mic.
Emperor Suicide: "Well, it appears that no one in the back is man enough to fight me. So I guess I will have to take it out on these people."
Suicide climbs to the outside of the ring with mic in hand. He walks up to a fan on the outside holding a sign that says 'Empire Sux'. Suicide doesn't seem to like this very much and gets in the fan's face.
Emperor Suicide: "You think your something don't you. You ain't nothing. You just another wannabe Suicide."
Right after Suicide says this the fan swings at him. Suicide grabs his arm and headbutts him. The fan falls backward holding his face, which is now busted open. He takes the sign and rips it up throwing the pieces at the fallen fan. As security rushes to help the man, Suicide makes his way toward the announcers' table. He slaps a few fans in the back of the head, rips a few signs out of their hands, and knocks food and drinks out of their hands. He stops in front of the announcers' table. He shakes his head in disgust and what he sees in front of him.
Gellar: "What do you want Suicide?"
Emperor Suicide: "What do I want? I want a challenge. I want someone who is man enough, to get into that ring with me, and do their business. Because it won't last long, I will win. It'll be just a matter of time."
Blackbird is eyeing Suicide.
Emperor Suicide: "What do you want? You think you got something, old man. I'm not wasting my time on you. You're a has-been, Blackbird. You were never good enough to cut it in this ring. So you got lucky a few times, well hell, look at our Extreme Champ, he got lucky too. You know, I was wrong, you're not a has-been, you're a never-was."
This comment by Suicide is enough to get Blackbird out of his chair. Suicide takes a step back. He smiles before continuing.
Emperor Suicide: "What? You wanna piece of me you old man."
Gellar: "Come on Suicide, this isn't necessary."
Emperor Suicide: "I know that, I don't understand what Blackbird's problem is? I was just telling him how it is. He's a never-was. He could never cut it in today's business."
Blackbird: "Suicide, I accomplished more here in the PWF than you ever will."
Emperor Suicide: "Oh really? You wanna see if you still got it?"
Gellar: "Blackbird, no. Don't do it."
Emperor Suicide: "Shut up. This is between me and him."
Suicide leans forward and slaps the headphones off of Blackbird's head. Blackbird gets a furious look in his eye.
Emperor Suicide: "So what's it gonna be old man?"
Blackbird looks down for a minute and appears to be deciding. Suicide looks to his left, but when he looks at Blackbird again he catches a right hand to the jaw.
Gellar: "Well, I guess we have ourselves a match here."
Credit: Solo
Report: Bell rings as Blackbird lays some viscous clubbing blows to Suicide, rocking him back on his heels. Suicide suddenly falls flat on his ass as the Hardcore Legend beats some respect out of the youngster. Suicide nearly out of it gets a breather as Blackbird rolls out of the ring and begins digging for some items under the ring. He pulls out a trashcan and lid and tosses them in the ring hitting Suicide in the process. Blackbird finds what he is looking for when he pulls out a Kendo Stick. Rolling back in the ring he is met with a now standing Suicide. Suicide charges in at Blackbird, but only receives a thunderous shot to the head from the Kendo Stick. Suicide falls rolling around holding his head as Blackbird winds up. Unleashing a flurry of shots across the back and midsections, Blackbird begins to choke Suicide with the Kendo Stick. The referee tries to make Blackbird to stop, but is unable to do anything do to the nature of the match. Finally Blackbird comes to his senses and drops the Kendo Stick. Backing up to the nearest corner wearing what is left of his tux, Blackbird looks shocked by his actions.
Gellar: Lady's and Gents I can't believe what we are witnessing. Just a few minutes ago Suicide just called Blackbird out of retirement. Although I'm sure this is a one time only match.
Suicide slowly gets to his feet still feeling the effect of the Kendo Stick. Blackbird stands there in the corner staring at Suicide. The crowd begins to chant toward Blackbird. They try to get him pumped up wanting more ass kicking. Blackbird proceeds and does just that. Charging in from behind, Blackbird plants Suicide onto the matt face first with a Bulldog. He follows up with mounted position on top of Suicide and begins to wail away on him. Suicide begins to bleed as Blackbird continues to lay heavy closed fist to the forehead. Blackbird then drops the half conscious head of Suicide and stands to his feet. Blackbird then proceeds to help Suicide to his feet positioning him for the Even Flow DDT (Raven Effect). Suicide amazingly nails Blackbird out of desperation with a Low Blow sending him to the matt. Suicide falls down as he tries to stand with the blood running down his face.
Gellar: Suicide busted open by Blackbird, is finally coming around from the early onslaught from the Hardcore Legend. This match could go either way. At the moment I feel Suicide might have turned the tied with the equalizer being the Low Blow.
Suicide finally gains control of his feet and stands up walking toward a still stunned Blackbird. Suicide lays some heavy boots to the chest of Blackbird. Blackbird tries to protect himself, but feels the full effect of the boots. Suicide then drops a knee across the forehead of Blackbird, sending him rolling around the matt holding his head. Suicide taunts him then charges in dropping his leg across Blackbird's face. Covering quickly, Suicide pushes his forearm over the face of Blackbird. The ref starts the count. 1 2 Blackbird kicks out despite Suicides forearm pressed into his face.
Gellar: I think Blackbird possibly made a huge mistake thinking he could take on the Younger Suicide. Looks like the wear and tear is getting to Blackbird.
Suicide not please with the ref slow count in his mind. While Suicide argues with the ref, Blackbird regains his thoughts and gets to his feet. Suicide turns around is met with a boot to the gut and driven to the mat with a quick DDT. Blackbird makes the cover on Suicide as the ref makes the count. 1 2 Suicide kicks out barely making Blackbird reach for the trashcan lid. Blackbird waits for Suicide to stand up. Suicide gets to his feet only to meet a lid smashing over his head. As Suicide lies on the matt holding his head, Blackbird goes for the trashcan setting it up in the corner. He goes and picks up Suicide by the hair, then sending him into the corner where he set up the trashcan. Suicide crashes into the trashcan crushing it as well sending him straight to the matt holding his shoulder. Blackbird follows up with multiples boots to the injured shoulder.
Gellar: Blackbird seems to regain his ring aggression and it taking it to the now injured Suicide. It seemed as if Blackbird might have lost a stepped earlier, but I was terribly wrong.
Blackbird drags Suicide to his feet and drives him into the corner shoulder first. Suicide falls back to his knees leaning into the corner holding his injured shoulder. Blackbird charges in at Suicide driving his knee into the face of Suicide knocking him almost out. Blackbird backs up and waits for Suicide to get up. After a few seconds Blackbird decides to help Suicide up. Suicide was playing possum and lands a few right hands at Blackbird that rocks him back. Blackbird then knees Suicide in the gut giving him time to recoup. Suicide charges in again, but is met with a boot to gut followed by an attempt at an Even Flow DDT, but Suicide counters with a few rabbit punches and then he pushes Blackbird away. This time Blackbird charges in and attempts to clothesline Suicide, but the Emperor ducks and hooks Blackbird up and then delivers the Imperialism (T-Bone DDT). Suicide makes the cover 1 2 3!!!!!
Gellar: Dammit, Suicide wins. Sorry folks, but you can't blame me for cheering on my broadcast partner.
Suicide doesn't appear to be finished and picks up the steel chair.
Gellar: Come on!! You've won the match, let it go!!!
Suicide smashes the chair across the fallen Blackbird, and then releases his anger as he hits chairshot after chairshot. After 10 clean chairshots he backs away and holds the chair up to the crowd, who aren't sure whether to cheer or boo him. The crowd then start cheering, but it's not for Suicide, it's for Blackbird, who is somehow beginning to get to his feet. Suicide looks shocked at first, but then anger flashes over his face as he raises the chair over his head once again.
Gellar: My God, how the hell is Blackbird doing this?
Before Blackbird can even stand up, Suicide smashes the chair straight over Blackbird's forehead, sending him crashing down to the mat. Blood begins to drip from Blackbird's forehead as he groans in pain, but he's not out of it yet, and crawls slowly over to the ropes, where he begins to drag himself to his feet. Suicide can't believe it, but readies yet another chairshot. This time he hits Blackbird so hard, that the main part of the chair breaks free of it's frame. A bloodied Blackbird crashes to the mat once again. Suicide starts to parade around the ring for a third time, but amazingly, Blackbird begins to get up again.
Gellar: I don't think Suicide realised just how tough Blackbird really is!!!
Suicide goes into a rage and slides out of the ring. He tosses the ring apron up and then drags out a Table. He lifts it up with ease, and slides it into the ring. He rolls in and sets the table up while Blackbird is getting to his feet. He doesn't wait for Blackbird to stand, he grabs him by the hair and drags him over to the table. He then snaps him up and drives him through the table with the Imperialism. This time Blackbird does stay down. The EMT's, who have been waiting outside the ring for a few minutes now, slide into the ring and tend to Blackbird.
Gellar: My God, Suicide has absolutely destroyed Blackbird, and for no reason at all. He won the match. But of course, he had to prove his point. Looks like I'll be working alone for the rest of the night. Thanks Suicide.
We return to the ringside area, where Gellar is sitting at the announcer's table, not looking very happy. We can see why, as Suicide is now sitting next to him, with a headset on.
Emperor Suicide: Well, it looks like Blackbird is incapable of doing colour commentary, so it looks like Emporer Suicide will have to do his job for him.
Gellar: He's incapable because you batter him over the head with a steel chair.
Emperor Suicide: If he was as extreme as he says he is, he'd have survived. Obviously he can't take the punishment. I think I proved my point, he's a never-was, and never-will-be.
The tron shows backstage footage. Haley, Grimm and six policemen walk through the halls looking for Jonny Lang.
Emperor Suicide: Grimm is on a mission to find Lang and get him arrested for Haylee's kidnapping. Lang, I cannot say it was nice knowing you, but it is sure nice to see you leave. If you do the crime you have to pay the time.
Haylee spots Lang skipping down the hall.
Haylee: There he, she it is - get him
Grimm takes off down the hall running.
Lang sees that the men are coming and runs towards them.
Emperor Suicide: He got balls, erm he is not running away.
The police are yelling to Grimm to slow down but he is not listening. Grimm tackles Lang and starts to pound on Lang's face. Lang is on his back slapping Grimm. The police catch up and rip Grimm of Lang.
Lang seductively licks some blood off his lip.
Lang: OOHH Thank you Americas Finest.
Lang Looks over the cops
Lang:These guys cannot control themselves and want to Jump my bones around every corner I turn.
Cop: Mr. Lang
Lang: You can call me Johnny
Cop: Mr. Lang
Lang: Johnny
Cop: Johnny, we have to take you into our custody and place you under arrest.
Lang: I didn't do anything with that kid, he slept on my bed and I slept on the floor.
The cop looks confused.
Cop: We are placing you under arrest for the kidnapping of Haley.
Lang: Oh, that little bitch.
Grimm tries to charge at Lang again
Grimm: Don't you disrespect my woman
The police hold Grimm back.
Lang: Want to see my scar, Grimm, it is on my ASS.
Lang starts to unzip his pants and is about to moon Grimm when the cops grabs Lang's hands and put them behind his back.
Emperor Suicide: Thank you! I never thought I would be saying thank you to a pig but Thank you!
Lang: Handcuff me, tie me up, beat me like Rodney King!
Cops slap the handcuffs on Johnny Lang
Lang:Lock me up with all the hot sweaty GUYS and throw away the key!
Emperor Suicide: Lang clearly ready to be locked up and be Bubbas mistress
Grimm: Hold on just a second.
The cops just freeze and Lang stares at Grimm gingerly.
Grimm: No way in the world is Lang going to be rewarded by going to jail and getting free butt sex.
Emperor Suicide: What is going on here? I am confused?
Grimm: Instead I am going to make his ass black and blue
Grimm pauses. Lang smiles and winks at Grimm.
Grimm: At the next PPV
Lang does not wait a heartbeat
Lang: I thought he would never say it - I ACCEPT.
Emperor Suicide: He said that faster than a broker selling a dot com stock
Lang looks over to the cop
Lang: You still going to pat me down right
Lang appears to have a bulge in his front left pocket
Cop: Do you have a weapon in your pocket?
Lang: I have something in my pocket but I am not telling what it is.
Emperor Suicide: Lang clearly getting turned on by this.
Cops argue who will have to check Lang's pocket. The youngest member of the squad is chosen to check. The green cop slowly reaches into Lang's tight Levi jeans and pulls out a cylindrical shaped object, possibly a carved bar of soap.
Emperor Suicide: GROSS. Is it possible he was expecting to be arrested? Is that why he was skipping all over the hallways?
Cop: What the f
A loud smack is heard as Grimm smashes a trashcan over Lang's head. Wet garbage falls out of the can and makes a puddle under Lang.
The cops hold their noses and quickly leave the scene from the fowl smell. Lang mumbles that it smells something of Haylee's panties which in turn pisses off Grimm more who swiftly kicks the trash can knocking Lang clear across the floor.
Emperor Suicide: I'm going nowhere near that guy, EVER.
Gellar: First thing you've said that I agree with.
Emperor Suicide: If you continue your insubordination, then I'll have your head, don't forget that.
Gellar: I'm running scared.
Emperor Suicide: Now who do we have next, Jason Hunt v Silas Parish. A Match of the Year contender there, WORST Match of the Year that is.
Gellar: If Parish has managed to get himself Sober, then this could be a good match.
Credit: Splinter
"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.
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.
Philip Edgar Jones: Introducing from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing 220lbs, JASON HUNT.
Report: Hanibal sits at the announce table, watching on as Silas Parish gets taunted by the always cocky Jason Hunt. He angers quickly and charges at Hunt but Hunt nimbly side steps, Silas throws a right hand but Jason blocks it and then dodges to the side. Parish then goes to hit a flying head scissors but Hunt throws him away, Parish rolls and lands on his feet. The two men turn and engage in a tie up, Parish comes out of it with Hunt in a hammerlock. Hunt quickly reverses this into a hammerlock of his own only to have Parish reverse this into a rear tie up. Parish then spins Hunt round and throws him to the ropes, on the way back Parish lands a solid clothesline. Hunt instantly starts to get up, Parish goes for a dropkick but Hunt catches him and throws him away, Parish manages to land neatly on his feet only to get dropped with a hard spinning wheel kick from Jason Hunt. He starts to get up, Jason throws a roundhouse kick but Parish ducks it and then kicks Hunts other leg out sending Jason down to the mat hard. He then hits a standing senton splash that keeps Hunt down, Parish slides out of the ring and pulls up the apron. He brings out a steel chair and a table, he throws them both in and then rolls in himself only to get kept on the mat with a series of stomps from Hunt.
Emperor Suicide: Parish must have a seriously large number of brain cells missing, you never open yourself up to an attack like that!
Gellar: He probably thought that last combo would keep Hunt down.
Emperor Suicide: Parish couldn't keep anyone down, especially not the King of Swing.
Gellar: I see.
Hunt grabs the chair and beckons Parish up, Parish pulls himself up only to have the chair thrown to him. Parish catches it but then ducks Hunts attempt at the Equalizer (Spinning Heel Kick Into Chair), Hunt flips up to his feet only to get the chair driven straight into his face. Hunt goes down hard, Silas puts the chair under his leg and then drops a chair assisted leg drop to Hunts face. Parish covers 1 Hunt kicks out before the count of two. Silas gets up to his feet and then sets the table up near one of the corners, he then rolls Hunt onto it. Parish climbs up with his back to the table, he poses for the crowd. He is just about to jump when Hunt jumps off the table and dropkicks him in the back, Silas comes flying down and lands gut first on the security barrier. He slumps off the barrier and lies on the floor mats holding his gut in pain as a chant of 'HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!' goes up from the PWF fans, impressed by Silas' painful fall. Hunt comes rolling out with the chair in hand, he runs and then dropkicks the chair into Silas' face as he attempts to get back up to his feet. Hunt holds him down for a cover but the referee shouts from inside the ring that pinfalls will be counted in the ring only. Hunt pulls Parish up angrily and throws him roughly into the ring.
Emperor Suicide: Rookie mistake by Hunt there, he should always remember the stipulations.
Gellar: Just sit there and preach away Suicide.
Emperor Suicide: Gladly.
Hunt pulls Parish up to his feet but somehow Parish comes up fighting, he lands a series of hard rights on Hunt. He then nails him with a big right hand that sends him flying over the table, Parish comes round and grabs Hunt by the hair. He then runs up the turnbuckle, spins and crushes Hunt face first through the table with an amazing Flying Swinging Pit-Bulldog (Bulldog)! Hunt lays in the now destroyed table, Parish turns him over and covers tiredly 1 2 Parish almost gets three but Hunt kicks out. Parish pulls himself up holding his stomach, he is obviously feeling the effects of his fall earlier.
Gellar: Hunts nose could be broken, that was one hell of a move from Parish there.
Emperor Suicide: You could say that, or you could say he got lucky.
Gellar: How is slamming someone's face through a table getting lucky?
Emperor Suicide: I don't know, ask Parish.
Parish grabs the chair and slams it down in the centre of the ring, he then drags the limp Hunt over to the aforementioned chair. He then proceeds to go for the Downfall (Diamond Cutter) but Hunt turns through it with Parish and then round again so they are face to face. Hunt then boots Silas in the gut and proceeds to hit the Six Pack Revolver (Fameasser) driving Parish down face first into the chair. Hunt rolls Parish over, who is now bleeding from a wound on his forehead, and hooks the leg for a cover 1 2 Parish just kicks out before the count of three to a huge cheer from the crowd. Hunt gets up, obviously angry that Parish kicked out. He drags Parish up and carries him into the corner, where he hoists Parish up onto the top rope. He then starts to climb up but is rabbit punched in the face. Parish then sets Hunt up for the Jaw Dropper (Diamond Dust), the fans go crazy.
Gellar: This could be it.
Emperor Suicide: Yeah sure Sorry what's going on? I got bored.
Parish leaps but somehow Hunt manages to hold the little man up in the air. He then spins Parish into position and slams him with the DownSizer (Mu-Ken)! Hunt holds it for the cover, the crowd watch on unhappily 1 2 3!
Emperor Suicide: Blah, blah, blah, Hunt beats Parish, what a huge win that is going into A Date with Destiny. Hunt shocks the world by beating Silas Parish, a man who's on an amazing undefeated streak of zero.
Gellar: I think that's enough of your sarcasm.
Emperor Suicide: No, I think I've got plenty more left in the tank. But we've still another match to go. Cheer up Eric, things could be worse, you could have Sabre on colour instead of me.
Gellar: Point well taken.
We cut to the parking lot, Sabre is packing his bags into his car and is about to leave when someone walks up to him. Everyone is surprised to find out that the someone is Defiance Owner, Big Dave!!!
Gellar: I thought Big Dave wasn't here tonight?
Emperor Suicide: Perhaps he just arrived.
Big Dave: "Hello Sabre."
Sabre nearly jumps out of his skin, he spins around expecting a fight, but then relaxes when he realises it's only Big Dave.
Big Dave: "I hope you weren't planning on leaving early? You know the rules Sabre, noone leaves until the final bell rings unless I give them permission."
Sabre: "And I thought you were away on business."
Big Dave: "I was, but this IS my business, and after what I've heard about tonight's show so far, it's a good thing I turned up. Now get your ass back in the building, there's plenty more for you to see and hear tonight."
Sabre gives Big Dave a look, and then reluctantly makes his way back into the arena.
The Screen goes blank. An image of a high school gym fades in slowly, and the cheers of the small crowd are heard. The Image gets easier to see, as the volume of the crowd gets louder. The image is distorted a little. You can see two men in wrestling gear on mats. One man has on a blue singlet, and the other red. The image flickers a few times, and changes back and forth from black and white. The figures start to move around as both men try to reverse each other's moves. A deep voiced male is heard. You cannot hear what he is saying, but the audio continues to get clearer. All that you can hear in his voice are 2 specific beats in his voice.
The footage cuts to a black screen. Suddenly a bright Orange glow appears on the screen. The camera pans back, and reveals an orange sign that reads "Welcome to Baltimore." The audio isn't clear, as all you can hear are muffled noises. The image gradually gets larger, while the audio becomes clearer. The orange glow is revealed to be a billboard, and the billboard is scene to be on a highway coming into the city. The various noises in the background now appear to be passing cars. The same deep voice is heard, with 2 specific beats in his voice.
Once again, the footage cuts to a black screen. A Gray mist like image appears this time in a fast forward motion. Something appears to be moving in it, but it can't be determined. The Image gets clearer by the second at a faster pace then the previous two. The image becomes almost One hundred percent clear before you can see it is of a small building. There is a small crowd standing up, yelling at the middle area. The center of the image clears up, as the Audio suddenly cuts. It snaps back on, to reveal a crowd on there feat cheering. In the center of the ring, there is a Wrestling Ring. In that ring, A man is slowly climbing up the ladder, trying to reach a title belt above. The Man is dressed in a striped singlet. IT appears to be black, and a lighter color. He steps up to one of the last rungs on the ladder. The Man looks up to see the belt only a few inches away. You can see a dark liquid like substance dripping down his face. He reaches up and grabs the belt. The man falls off the ladder, as the bell rings. The mysterious man once again repeats his unclear sentence. This time, it is a little clearer, but still not close to being apple to understand.
The Image cuts to black, but then quickly goes to another shot of a wrestling ring. The same man who grabbed the title belt from the ladder moments ago is scene delivering various moves to different people. He nails a German suplex, then a spinning wheel kick. A shot of the man being set up for a powerbomb is shown. The Man jumps off the other mans shoulders. He grabs hold of the ropes, spins around and performs an overhead flip, knocking his opponent down. The shot snaps right back, were the man sets someone up for a powerbomb. He lifts him up onto his shoulders. But then he pushes the man off his shoulders, and grabs his head into the mat in a facebuster. The crowd oo's as the man performs the move. Several other shots of the man evading various moves are shown, as the crowd is cheering in each one. The video footage slows down, as the man is shown jumping on the top rope. He stand up in slow motion, and looks out towards the stage. The man takes a breath, and steps out onto the rope. He propels off, and delivers a high-fyling splash on the outside to a man laying across a table. The mysterious voice once again speaks. This time, you can just about make out what he says.
Several shots of the man hitting various opponents are shown. He bounces off the ropes, and comes flying forward with a vicious shot that level's his opponent. Another shot, shows the man locking on a Boston crap to a screaming opponent. The man has the hold locked on well, as the opponent tries to free himself. the Footage cuts to an empty arena, as "School of Hardknocks" by P.O.D fades in. The empty arena soon flickers a few times, and suddenly the arena is filled. As the song plays, the arena goes black. The man comes walking through the stage with a title belt on his waist. s.h.k is printed on the belt. He enters the ring. A shot of The man on another ladder is shown. His opponent climbs up the other side. the man grabs him, and hooks his arm. the opponent is lifted up over the man's head, and suplexed 10 feet down to the mat. The mysterious voice yells out his sentence again, faster this time. You can hear him say....
SHANE BALLARD!
The footage shows Shane in full color. He is shown holding up the AMW s.h.k World title. Ballard is shown next beating various men in the arena were he has the title. The scene cuts to an arena were the words "Asylum" are pictured. Ballard fights off 2 guys in the ring, while a picture of the Asylum Television title is shown over the screen in a low opticity. the words "FMWF" are shown on the screen. Ballard is scene in a match with a tall competitor. The shot is in fast motion, as both men have a pretty equal matchup. Ballard slips through a DDT, and performs a backslide. Ballard extends his hand to his opponent after the match. the Asylum Television title is shown. Finally, the image cuts to black again. The same shot that originally aired is shown with the High School gym.
Voice: Shane Ballard! hardknocks....Handshakes....Honor....it all started here......
The High School shot fades out, as a Logo saying "Shane Ballard" appears. It has the initials SB in the background. The song comes to an end, as the images fades slowly to a black screen.
Gellar: Well, Shane Ballard makes his PWF debut, and I don't think he could have picked a better.
Emperor Suicide: Or worse..
Gellar: Opponent.
Report: Shane & MVD circle around each other. Ballard trying to get a feel for the new ring, while MVD is sizing up a man he's never faced before. The two eventually go into a collar and elbow tieup. They push and shove each other for a moment, with Ballard getting the upper hand and pushing MVD back into the corner. Referee Mark Johnson asks for a break, and Ballard gives it to him, and paces back a few steps while saying something to MVD, something we cannot hear. MVD just stares back at him, not phased in the slightest my the attempts to goad him. The two men go in for a tieup again, but this time MVD fakes and scores with a boot to the gut. He then hits a pair of quick right hands before he whips Ballard to the ropes. MVD then sends Ballard up and over with a Back Body Drop. Ballard is up quickly, but takes a pair of forearms from MVD. He then lifts Ballard up for a Suplex, but the newcomer easily escapes and lands behind Matt. Ballard instinctively goes for a Back Drop, but MVD counters with a stiff Back Elbow, catching Shane full in the face. Matt hooks the stunned Ballard in a front facelock and then delivers a perfect Snap Suplex. He floats over into a cover and hooks the leg. ..1 .2 . Ballard kicks out quite easily. Matt pulls his challenger up to his feet and delivers a boot to the gut before he whips him into the ropes. He leapfrogs over him and he charges into the ropes and then flattens Ballard with a flawless Spinning Wheel Kick. While Ballard is down, MVD takes a time out, and gives the fans a 2 thumb pose. He then comes off the ropes and goes for a Leg Drop across the throat, but Ballard suddenly sits up and MVD only drives himself into the canvas. Ballard is quick to his feet and pulls MVD up by his hair and hits a pair of hard right hands. Ballard then whips MVD into the ropes and quickly knocks him down with a clothesline. Not giving MVD a chance to react. MVD gets up quickly, only to take a boot to the gut. Ballard then hits a heavy right hand to stun MVD and then he lifts MVD up and plants him with a Manhattan Drop. Ballard then whips MVD into the ropes and on the return, takes him up for a Tilt a Whirl Backbreaker, but MVD stuns everyone by coming out of the move onto his feet and snapping Shane over with an Armdrag at the same time. Shane rolls through to his feet, but a Savat Kick knocks him silly, and he staggers backwards into the turnbuckle.
Gellar: Shane Ballard finding it difficult in such a new environment.
Emperor Suicide: It's to be expected, this is his first match for a while, so there's going to be a bit of ring rust. It wears off pretty quickly you know. Especially when you're up against people like MVD.
Gellar: Indeed, you can't afford to be off your game against someone of MVD's calibre.
MVD moves in and unleashes a flurry of hard right hands, followed by a few shoulder thrusts. He then whips Ballard towards the opposite corner and then waits in the current corner. He then charges in and scores with a Jumping Body Splash, then instantly hooks Shane's head and takes him out to deliver a running Bulldog. MVD goes for the cover. 1 ..2 Ballard kicks out. MVD then leaves Ballard for a moment and rolls out of the ring. He reaches under and searches for something, he finds what he is looking for and pulls out a Steel Chair. He gets to his feet, but before he can do anything, Ballard crashes into him, and the Steel Chair thanks to a well-timed Baseball Slide. MVD stumbles backwards and bounces off the announcer's table. Ballard slides out and drags MVD up, and slams him face first into the announcer's table. He then grabs him and runs with him and drives him hard into the Steel Steps. Ballard then pulls MVD up and rolls him back into the ring. He slides in and then goes for a cover. 1 ..2 .. MVD kicks out. Ballard pulls MVD up and scoops him up and delivers a sharp backbreaker. He delivers a few kicks to MVD's back and then he pulls him back up to his feet. He whips MVD hard towards the corner and as he bounces out of the corner, he snaps his arms around his waist and drives him into the mat with a Belly to Back Suplex. He then snaps the leg back for the pin. .1 .2 . MVD gets his left shoulder up. Ballard pulls him back up and drives him back into the corner. He scores with a couple of shoulder blocks and then hits a few right hands. He pulls him out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. He then lifts him up over his shoulders. He paces around for a moment and then swings MVD out and snaps his neck down onto his shoulder with the Guillotine Edge. He then goes for a cover. ..1 .2 . MVD gets his shoulder up, but only just. Ballard then drags him towards the corner. He then begins to climb up to the top rope. He salutes the crowd and then sails off with a Flying Elbow Drop, but MVD rolls out of the way and Ballard crashes down hard into the canvas.
Emperor Suicide: Ouch, remind me not to do any top rope moves at the PPV.
Gellar: That's why they call them "high-risk". You put yourself on the line to do extra damage to your opponent.
Emperor Suicide: Hello! Who's the wrestler here?
Gellar: I'm just saying, there are people who watch this show that aren't wrestlers you know.
Emperor Suicide: There won't be many left the way you keep rambling on..
Both men slowly struggle to their feet, and they begin a slow exchange of right hands. Each blow they hit seems to speed up the other mans response. The exchange turns into a flurry of fast right hands until MVD takes over and explodes on Ballard with a succession of right hands. He whips him into the ropes and then smashes him in the face with a Spinning Heel Kick. Ballard gets to his feet shaking the cobwebs from his eyes. MVD punches him hard in the gut a couple of times and then takes him down with The Sexiest Move (Spinning Belly to Back Suplex). He doesn't go for a cover, instead he steps over Ballard and performs the Old Man Stink (Venis Grind & Punch). MVD then goes for a cover. .1 2 .. Ballard kicks out. MVD pulls Ballard up and takes him over with a Hurricanranna. He then leaps onto the 2nd rope and does a 2 thumb pose before scoring with the Stinky Leg Drop. He goes for the cover. ..1 2 Ballard just kicks out. MVD goes to the edge of the ring and shouts out to the ring announcer to pass him a chair. The ring announcer willingly obeys and hands MVD his own chair. MVD waits for Ballard to get to his feet and then throws him the chair and goes for the Vandaminator. But Ballard ducks and then throws the chair back at MVD, who catches it. Ballard fakes a kick, which MVD ducks by doing the splits. But Ballard is waiting and delivers a Leg Drop to the back of MVD's head, driving him face first into the Steel Chair. Ballard goes for the cover. .1 ..2 . MVD just kicks out. Ballard pulls MVD up and signals for his finisher, the Ballard Bomb. He flips MVD up, but he is caught by surprise when MVD hooks his head and swings out into a Tornado DDT. MVD hooks the leg for the cover. ..1 ..2 .3!!!
Gellar: MVD picks up a difficult win against Shane Ballard.
Emperor Suicide: I like the looks of the new guy. I think he'll do well here in the PWF.
Gellar: The show's not over yet folks, we'll be back after the break.
Ballard is walking backstage, as Johnny Mayhem walks up to him. He has a microphone in his hand. Ballard stops and smiles.
Mayhem: Shane, Shane can I get an interview?
Ballard: Sure
Mayhem: You've made one hell of an Impact here tonight, debuting against Matt Van Dam, what are your thoughts about your debut?
Ballard: I came to the PWF, for 1 reason. To be notices. And after tonight, I damn well think that I have been noticed. I went 1-on-1 with a former PWF World Champion. And I and all those people out there know that I had him beat!
Mayhem: Well I can't argue with that, but why did you decide to come to the PWF
Ballard: I can stand here and lie to you, saying that I've come to be the best. I could say I've come for the money. But I'm an honest man. I came for the competition. I'm a former World Champion. I currently hold a Television title of a federation that no longer exists. But that doesn't matter to me. What matters to me, is a good old, one on one wrestling match. And that's why I've come here to the....
Ballard is interuppted by someone making some noise nearby, Silas Parish, crashing into some storage cases, holding a bottle of whiskey. He is obviously drunk. Ballard and Johnny back up, as Parish stumbles and spills some on Ballard. Ballard looks positively pissed as he backs up a bit more, brushing off what alcohol he can from his shirt.
Ballard: What the hell do you think your doing? Where I come from we show each other respect, not spill alcoholic drinks all over them.
Silas looks Shane Ballard up and down for a moment, with eyes growing more and more bloodshot with each drink. Finally, he half-smiles.
Parish: Sorry newbie, I didn't mean to bump you. I'm Silas Parish, maybe you've heard of me?
Silas extends his hand to Ballard. Ballard looks down, and slaps his hand away. Silas smirks at Ballard and narrows his eyes in the first stages of anger. Ballard, on the other hand, seems to be fuming already. Regardless, Silas tries again, extending his hand to him.
Parish: Look buddy, I'm trying to say that I'm sorry. Chill out and calm the hell down, before I beat some respect into you!
Ballard seems to accept the handshake, but then once he's got a grip on Silas' hand, he jerks him forward into a hard Clothesline, laying Parish out. Ballard jumps on top of Parish and starts beating Silas down with a dozen or so bone shattering punches. He then picks up the bottle and looks at it. He shakes his head, then smashes the bottle over Parish's head. Johnny backs up out of the picture as Ballard stands.
Ballard: Do you feel like interuppting him again? Huh? What? Can't talk now? Think twice before interuppting me again jackass!
Ballard walks off, as the camera zooms in on Silas' face. He appears to be out cold, and bleeding from the forehead.
Gellar: Welcome back folks.
Emperor Suicide: Shane Ballard shows his nasty side, Parish took quite a beating.
Gellar: Glass Bottle over the head, never good.
Emperor Suicide: Huh?? Why am I getting some guy shouting frantically in my ear?
Gellar: That's the guy backstage who sends us information, Wo, something big is going down backstage folks. There seems to have been an incident involving Grimm, Hanibal & Big Dave. I'm told the boss is on his way out here to explain it all.
Emperor Suicide: Damn, you need to talk to that backstage guy, he really needs to slow down, you can't understand a word he says!!
"Cochise" by Audioslave rocks the Miami Arena as Big Dave makes his way through the entrance. He doesn't look pleased, and for some unknown reason, the Extreme Title is over his shoulder. He climbs into the ring and asks for a mic.
Gellar: Why does he have the Extreme Title over his shoulder?
Emperor Suicide: He's obviously here to award it to me, Hanibal simply doesn't deserve it.
Big Dave: "You're all probably wondering why I am out here, and why I have Hanibal's Extreme Title over my shoulder. I'll try to explain. I've been out of the building for most of the night dealing with other business concerning Defiance. It seems that most of the guys backstage have been taking advantage of this and doing whatever pleases them. There isn't much I can do about that, so I'll let it slide, for now. Now I entered my office about 15 minutes ago, and who is there waiting for me, but Grimm & Hanibal. I don't even get chance to go through the usual pleasantries, instead, Hanibal throws the Extreme Title at me, and they both tell me they've had enough. They hand me resignation papers and walk out before I can even get a word in."
Gellar: Resignation papers? Grimm & Hanibal just quit?
Emperor Suicide: So he really has come out here to present me with the Extreme Title.
Big Dave: "Obviously, this was not expected, not by anyone. And it's caused complete chaos backstage. The wrestlers are in uproar, and our PPV has been thrown into complete chaos, as two of the proposed matches cannot take place. Fortunately, thanks to my own ingenuity, I've managed to find a quick solution to our problems. Now I'm disappointed that we've lost both Hanibal & Grimm, but there is nothing I can do about it at this time. But we do now have a vacant Extreme Title. So this is what I propose. At "A Date with Destiny", there will be a mini tournament for the Extreme Title. Splinter will line up against Solo, while Suicide will line up against Jonny Lang. The winners of those two matches will then face each other to decide a new Extreme Champion. The actual match types can be decided between the competitors involved."
Gellar: A tournament, a good, quick, solution to a major problem.
Emperor Suicide: He could have just given me the title, would have solved all problems.
Big Dave: "We're out of time for tonight's show, so I'll end by giving you all a quick run-down of the PPV card."
A Date with Destiny
World Title: - Sabre v Nightshade (2 out of 3 Falls)
Jason Hunt v Matt Van Dam
TV Title: - Zion Crest v Golgotha
Jonny Lang v Emperor Suicide
Solo v Splinter
Silas Parish v Shane Ballard
Big Dave: Thank you all for tuning in, we'll see you all at the PPV.
Gellar: Good night folks.
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