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Allstate Arena
Chicago, Illinois
2nd June 2002
Attendance: 19,301
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome to ESPN's, Sunday Night Havoc. We had some contractual difficulties last week, it seems that our move to ESPN hasn't been as smooth as we had hoped, but hopefully these problems have been sorted out, and we can start broadcasting as normal from now on.
Dawg: Yeah, because lets face it, these fans don't want to miss their weekly fix of MVD.
Stanyer: Oh god, I had forgotten he was still commissioner, we are in for a rough night. At least he gave Homicide his World Title shot, like he deserves.
Dawg: Hey wait a minute, if Homicide wins, then MVD has to face Homicide what is MVD thinking?
Stanyer: Well, you know MVD, he probably fancies himself to beat Homicide.
Dawg: Not probably, will.
Stanyer: Whatever .
Droppin' Plates by Disturbed hits the PWF soundsystem, and the lighting in the arena turns dark as 2 pale green lights hit the entrance way as Commissioner Van Dam and Jason Hunt make their way down the aisle. As they make their way into the ring, the cameras close in on the 2 gWo members and they are quite clearly not happy as the fans give them a chorus of hostile boos........... MVD then signals to the announcers table for a microphone
MVD:- Cut the F'n music!....
The music stops but the boos are deafening, this irritates MVD even more!
MVD:- Just being in this god damn city makes me F'N SICK! You people should learn some respect and shut the @#%$ up right now!
The boos if anything get louder and louder as MVD carries out his tirade on the crowd
MVD:- It's so obvious.......that not one of you buck-toothed layabouts will amount to anything in life. I have been told by many that I am indeed Psychic. That's right screw ups...... Commissioner Van Dam can predict the future. Not only did I predict just over a year ago that I would control the most feared force in sports entertainment........I predicted I would eliminate Rye Hazwaki from this sport and I did it damn it!
An Ass hole chant kicks up around the arena at the mention of the fallen fan favourite Rye Hazwaki
MVD:- I also predicted that one day I would have full control over the PWF........... this of course came true just last week. Then someone had to try and alter the course of history.......... someone else thought that could shape time like Matt..Van..Dam (2 thumb pose). That person was you ROOKIE!
Never before have I encountered such a sad excuse for a human lifeform...... just another jumped handbag snatcher who is and I quote "Doin it for the homies" or "getting out of the ghetto".
WHAT A CROCK OF @#%$!...... your just a 2nd rate petty criminal mixing it up with the real mob in the PWF friend........ thats the GREEN..WORLD..ORDER (2 thumb pose).
Well le me tell you this........ I never met one guy out the ghetto with an IQ of more than 50, nevermind predict the future punk! So let me and JHE do a little prediction for you.
I see pain in your future Rookie, unparrelled pain........ do you wanna tell him why Mr Hunt?
MVD passes the mic onto Jason Hunt as he beings to address the crowd
Jason Hunt takes the mic from M.V.D and he goes to open his mouth but is interupted by the chants of "@#%$". Hunt sits back and lets it fade out.
Hunt: Rookie what you did was a huge mistake, a rookie mistake if you will. Something that is going to hold you back from becoming a superstar like myself. Just what the hell did you think you were doing? Stopping Jason Hunt from delivering the DownSizer on Davey K and shutting his ass up for good. But you didnt want that did you? You wanted to see your hero Davey K somehow manage to scrape up the win, well guess what didn't happen. Another rookie mistake you got him disqualified...sucks to be you. I sure do hope you know your role Rookie, that role is to sit back and shut your damn mouth becase rookies dont have the right to talk back to superstars like M.V.D and especially The Fastest Rising Superstar eva!
The crowd boo's Hunt as he smirks at them...
Hunt: Davey...Davey...Davey..oh Davey. We got hosed Davey, I really wanted to kick your ass more than that. Now me and M.V.D have to chase you pussies down and beat you down in the privacy of your own home as your 2 dollar hookers watch on. Why? Because we can.
Hunt nods at M.V.D who nods back at him and then Hunt continues.
Hunt: Davey, you think you can get off that easy? Have a rookie jackass come in and try to slow us down? I dont think so, it's not that damn easy. You see Davey, are you forgetting that Matt Van @#%$ Damn is the commish of this place now. He's not going to be a little fairy about it like Gambino was, he is going to make the hardcore decisions, the ones that need to be made.
Hunt smiles back at M.V.D as M.V.D does the 2 thumb pose
Hunt: So Davey, we are far from over with, you blemished my pay per view record and my sweep against you. It's 3-1, one more singles match to end the series, is all I need. Well at House Of Pain Davey boy, this series will come to an end whether you like it or not. This time none of your little friends will be able to come down and help you, because this match is going to be in a 15 foot high steel cage. Another match I am accustomed to. Just like I was to the ladder match, and you saw what happened to Golgy, and M.V.D has signed the match, thanks pal.
M.V.D and Hunt slap hands as Hunt keeps on talking.
Hunt: So Davey, when it's down to me and you, one on one, nobody else will you be able to last? Or will you crumble and fall just like before?
Hunt hands the mic back to M.V.D...
MVD takes the mic back from Jason Hunt and smiles at his comrade
MVD:- How do you like the sound of that Davey K. You too will learn why you do not screw with Matt..Van..Dam or the gWo. Tonight we're going back to the school of Hard Knocks for 2 unfortunate members of the Playaz Club.
Tonight in this very ring......... none other than Matt Van Dam and JHE will take on the Rookie and Davey K in a tag team match in tonight's Main event!
I don't wanna hear anything about doing it for the ghetto or your homos........... just try and make a match of it for your dumb fan's sake!..........tonight Matt Van Dam and JHE will give you a glimsp of your bleak bleak future!
MVD and Jason Hunt embrace as Droppin' Plates hits and they make their way back stage
The scene opens with Davey K in the backstage area watching the footage of MVD and Jason Hunt on the monitor, Ted Teddison is stood next to Davey, ready to get his reaction
Davey K: My god Ted, how the hell did those two complete an utter jack asses even get TV time? How, how did it happen? Have they got wit, no.....have they got style.....hell no, have they even got balls.....something that I strongly doubt. First of all Ted, Ted? Are you listening? You seem a little quiet?
Tedison: Well, you seemed pretty mad, I just thought Id let you speak.
Davey K: Hang on, you get paid to interview, paid to ask questions..not to stand by and listen to me. My god Ted, what is happening round here. So Ted....questions.
Tedison: Well, erm, I havent prepared that many, I was sort of banking on your reaction.
Davey K: Ted.....your an interviewer, and youve turned up with no questions at all? Oh well, I guess the superstar will have to do all the questions and answers, luckily for you Ted, I have a list of suitable questions, I keep it with me for when you interviews forget your brain, here you go
Davey passes a piece of paper to Ted
Davey K: Now Ted, read away.
Tedison: You honestly want me to read these
Davey K: Yes Ted....yes I do.
Tedison: Okay....Davey your probably the greatest superstar in the history of the whole wide world, do you find that beating people over and over again bores you?
Davey K: Good question Ted, winning all the time, never gets boring....I enjoy nothing more than a win. Next question...from the sheet provided.
Davey jabs his finger on the question list
Tedison: *sigh* Davey, rumours are going around that Jason Hunt has been voted the most boring man in the whole world. He apparently made the whole population of Lithuania fall asleep in his last interview, whats it like to be the most charasmatic man in the PWF to have to stand in the same ring as Hunt? I cannot believe Im reading these....
Davey K: Another good question Ted, Im pleased you want to talk about Jason's recent award. Yes its true he has been voted the worlds most boring man. I hear that the incident in Lithuania pushed him, just infront of MVD to take the title. Being in the same ring as Hunt is tough, at times I think that....I just cant carry on......but then I finally manage to throw a mint in his mouth and spray some aftershave on him and it really does the trick. The guy really stinks, but when you get the chance to freshen him up then beating him down is straight forward. Anymore questions.....
A grin appears on Davey's face as Ted looks shocked at the next question on the list.
Tedison: I cant read this....
Davey K: Yeah you can!
Tedison: Im not sure if Im allowed to.
Davey K: Read it bitch
Tedison: Did you just call me a bitch.
Davey K: I believe I did, now read.
Tedison: Oh god, erm Davey your reputation for satisfying women is legendary, but can you confirm the rumours that it is....erm...that it is.....
Davey K: Yes Ted.....
Ted holds his hands to gesture something large
Davey K: A good question, and yes I can confirm it, its true.
Tedison: Davey, can we please talk about the match now....
Davey K: The match? Ahh, yes. Well after watching those two morons on the monitor I do feel slightly angry. I mean as a pair Hunt and MVD are the two ingredients needed for the Rating Killer Pie. How much longer do we have to hear MVD spin the same old tired bullshit, who cares if he retired Rye Kawasaki?
Tedison: I believe its pronounced....
Davey K: Shush now Ted, shush. MVD, please for the sake of ratings stop going on about how good you are at retiring people and how the Playaz club are from a ghetto, or whatever @#%$ you were talking about. MVD, you have to be without doubt one of the most annoying wrestlers I have had the misfortune to meet. You irritate and bore me MVD, for how long now have you been pointing at your shoulders and telling whoever would listen how you retired Rye Kawasaki, its boring now Matt, really, really boring. And now your the commishioner, well done, a great achievement, and what are you doing as commishioner? Trying to drive me out of the PWF and put you in the lead role. Do you like your job Matt, do you like your pay cheque from the PWF? Well lets open up that very small brain of yours and try and input some sense shall we. When you arrive at the arena, what did you see most of? Fans? Yes fans, its the fans that help pay our wages. Now who do the fans cheer for....you? No of course not, Hunt? Nope, so who? Me? Yes, i believe they do, they buy things with my name on, and they use cash to buy things. I am one of the most fastest growing superstars in sports entertainment today, and you want rid of me? You fool. Anyway im sick of talking about MVD...Hunt, your the man who seems to want to get in my face at every possible opportunity. So you want me in a cage do you? You seem to keep talking about my "little friends" interfearing in matches, yes Hunt, because the gWo has never ruined any of my matches have they? Get your freakin head out of the sand you jumped up little retard and think before you start flapping your gums.
Hunt, I beat you a Battle of Britain, you didnt seem to think it happened in fair circumstances, you cried about it being unfair. Do you think ive been treated fairly by the gWo? I used to have the European title, Gambino made it his personal ambition to read me of that title, he did everything he could to get some chump named Havok to have my gold around his waist, well he succeeded and took away my belt that I had battled for. Do you know what I did Hunt? I took my vengeance on the gWo, Gambino and anyway that stood in my way, I didnt sit around demanding rematches, I did something that you and the gWo seem incapable of doing, and thats accepting change...moving on...chasing new things. I mean look at that state that you are in...as a group, you guys lose all the time, all the time! MVD has been pointing at himself for about a million years...its sooo lame! Now look at the Playaz Club Hunt, take your head out of MVD's ass and look at us. You can keep using the same tired old jokes that the Playaz Club play chess, we are homies, we are rejects from a ghetto...yeah Hunt whatever you need to tell yourself to make yourself feel better about walking around in that green shirt, that has gone from being something that people, against their will respected to something that is nothing but a complete joke. A joke, that is so funny its tragic. So if you want to keep whinging about me, thats fine, I will be more than happy to take you to that cage and rip you apart.
Well done for listening Ted, I have to go and meet up with the rest of the Playaz Club and formally introduce the newest member, the guy with more potential in his little finger that Hunt has in his whole body...the Rookie!
Davey shakes Teds hand and walks away
The camera comes up on an empty hallway backstage. There is movement at the end of the hall which the camera zooms in to catch. It's Loki, peeking around the corner. His head disappears back behind the wall briefly before he does a military roll to the other side of the hall. He again peeks his head out from behind the wall. This time he steps into the hallway but presses against the wall as if he's trying to be sneaky. He's carrying a black bag with him, the contents are anybody's guess. He rolls behind a table where a coffee canister and cups are set up. Again, he peers from behind the corner to make sure the coast is clear. We see the table cloth ruffle as if something is moving underneath the table. Moments later, Loki's head pops out from under the cloth. He grabs a nearby folding chair and slinks out from underneath the table, doing his best to hide behind the chair. He approaches another table, this one he pulls out from the wall and flips it over to use it as a barricade. He then realizes he flipped it the wrong way, as his back is to the camera, and struggles to turn the table around. Now, with his barricade in the appropriate position he takes another look before pulling up a walky-talky.
Loki: Trumpet to Band Stand, Trumpet to Band Stand. I can smell me Kibbles 'n Bits from here. Time ta starve the hounds!
Loki dives over the table and presses against the wall again. He sneaks along the next few feet until he reaches a door. He pulls the black bag to his chest and cautiously reaches for the handle. Slowly, he turns the handle and pushes open the door just a crack. He grins, nods a few times and rushes into the room. The camera focuses on the now closed door. It reads: Law Hiyabusa.
Stanyer: What the hell was Loki doing in Law's locker room?
Dawg: Knowing Loki, he's planning something.
The camera cuts to the back. Heelmaster is sitting on a folding chair, in the middle of an empty room. Heelmaster looks up and sees the camera on. He immediately jumps to his feet. His face is instantly red and the veins in his forehead bulge. He rushes the camera and knocks it over. It points straight up and Heelmaster's face fills the screen.
Heelmaster: King Volcano... I don't know what the @#%$ you are trying to do, but if you think that you're going to take my Extreme Title away from me, you're dead wrong. I now see that it's going to be the Cult of Shadows vs. Heelmaster. But you know what? That's the way I like it. I'll keep eliminating you all one, by one... First it was Grimm. Next, I'll destroy Hanibal... then King Volcano... It'll be you... If you think you can interfere in my matches, you're right. But if you think you'll get away with it without a broken arm, you're dead wrong.
Heelmaster stares into the camera silently for a moment.
Heelmaster: You have a match tonight, but will you be able to finish it without looking over your shoulder for me? Cause I'll be there... I'll be there waiting for you. And when you least expect it...
Heelmaster snaps his fingers.
Heelmaster: Your lights go out... Tonight, I get the pleasure of destroying Taint Bell for my Extreme Title. He just leapt from the frying pan into the fire. It's bad enough facing me... it's even worse when you've pissed me off... but now... He's facing me after pissing me off, AND it's for MY Extreme Title. Taint... you've just made your biggest, and final mistake... You, Xuway, and the rest of the Cult of Shadows will all feel the Heat before it's all over... Because like it or not... heels never lose...
Heelmaster gives a sick and twisted smile to the camera before leaving the view.
We focus on Law Hiyabusa, who is walking down the corridor, while talking to someone on a mobile.
Law: Yeah, things are going great over here, How are things over in Japan, Eiji?
Cheer from the crowd at the mention of Eiji Jubei.
Law: Excellent, anyway, I'll have to ring you back, my match is next.
There is something said on the phone, Law is about to push open his locker room door.
Law: I got Loki tonight, it's a title match. What the ????
Law then shouts out a few words of Japanese, the camera focuses on the locker room's dresser. Where there is what appears to be a cardboard title belt, loosely held together by glue, and with the words "Lightweight Title" written in crayon.
Law: Some bastard nicked my title, and left me this cardboard cutout instead. Bastard. I'll have to talk to you later, I gotta go find this thief.
The camera fades as Law turns off his mobile and storms out of the locker room, not looking very happy at all.
Stanyer: I don't think Law knows it yet, but I think we know who the thief is.
Dawg: Now we know why Loki was in Law's locker room, but what does he want with the Lightweight Title?
Stanyer: It's Loki, things usually don't make sense with him.
Immortally Insane by Pantera hits as Law Hiyabusa walks down to the ring, he gives no attention to the crowd and doesn't pose or do anything, he simply climbs into the ring.
James: Introducing from Japan, weighing 189lbs, Law Hiyabusa!!!
BOOM BOOM! "Oh! Rock me Amadeus!". "Mope" by The Bloodhound Gang thumps over the house system and the fans begin cheering. While the track loops, Loki slinks out onto the stage with a broad mischievious grin across his features, and carrying Law Hiyabusa's Lightweight Title over his shoulder. Loki stops in the center of the stage to take in the fans reaction. As the track loops for the last time, Loki points with both hands to the right of the stage, to the left, and then straight toward the ring. Just as the lyrics start, Loki breaks into a goofy gyrating dance, getting a louder pop from the crowd. Loki stops, laughs, and head toward the ring.
James: Introducing from Asbury Park, New Jersey, weighing 225lbs, "The God of Mischief". Loki
Stanyer: Loki is coming out here with the Lightweight Title, I don't understand all of this.
Report: The two tie up, Loki takes Law into a headlock only for Law to push him off into the ropes, Loki knocks Law down with a Shoulder Block and then comes off the ropes and goes for a Flipping Leg Drop, but Law rolls out of the way and then kips up to his feet and snaps Loki over with a Headlock Takedown. Loki pushes Law up to his feet and then pushes him away into the ropes. But Loki ducks down too early and Law Sunset Flips over him. ..1 Loki kicks out. Loki gets to his feet and Law connects with a couple of knife edge chops and then sends Loki to the corner. Law charges in but Loki lifts himself up into the turnbuckle and then wraps his legs around Law to take him down into a roll-up pin. 1 .. Law kicks out. They both get to their feet and take a moment to catch their breath. They go for a tie up, but Loki stops it with a boot to the gut, he then sends Law to the ropes and goes for a Hiptoss, but Law blocks it and kicks him in the gut. He then places his leg over Loki's head and gets flipped over and then delivers a smooth back drop to Loki. Law then quickly comes off the ropes and does a stylish senton splash roll over Loki. Law scrambles over to him and hooks the leg. .1 2 Loki kicks out. Loki gets to his feet and Law hits a couple of swift forearms to the face. He then sends Loki to the ropes and then connects with a perfect Flipping Dropkick, which gets great applause from the crowd. Law then slides to the apron as Loki gets to his feet. Law then slingshots over the top rope and delivers a Hurricanranna to Loki. He hooks the leg for a cover. .1 .2 . Loki kicks out.
Dawg: Don't you wish you could speak fast enough to cover this action?
Stanyer: I think I do a pretty good job actually.
Dawg: Yeah, but it's only you who thinks that, nobody else does.
Stanyer: At least I can do better than you.
Dawg: No, the difference between me and you is that I KNOW I can't do it, so I just don't try. You on the other hand, think you can, and look like an idiot in the process.
Stanyer: At least I try.
Dawg: Not very hard.
Loki pulls himself to his feet. Law sends him to the corner and follows in, but Loki slingshots over Law and then delivers a dropkick to put Law into the corner. Loki then whips Law to the opposite corner and follows in and sends him high into the air with a perfect Monkey Flip. Law gets to his feet holding his back. Loki is on the top rope and flies off taking Law down with a Cross Body Block, but Law counters by rolling through the move into a cover. ..1 ..2 .. Loki kicks out and quickly gets to his feet looking pretty angry. Loki goes for an angry clothesline, but Law ducks it and then boots Loki in the gut. He then sends him into the ropes, but Loki reverses the whip and then as Law comes back off the ropes, he smashes him in the jaw with an awesome Somersault Kick. Loki takes his time getting to his feet as he sees Law rolling around the mat in agony. Loki pulls Law up to his feet and mocks him with a hard slap across his face. He then whips Law to the corner and then charges in and connects with a viscious High Roundhouse Kick to the face. Law falls flat on his face. Loki grabs his arm and then rolls him up with the Mahistrol Cradle. ..1 2 . Law kicks out. Law staggers to his feet, but Loki grabs him and locks in the Octopus Stretch. Referee Morgan Black asks Law if he wants to give up, but he shakes his head and shouts out quite clearly "NO". Loki eventually realises that Law isn't going to give up and releases the hold and lets Law fall to the mat. Loki then climbs up to the top rope. Law staggers up to his feet. Loki flies off and connects with a perfect Spinning Wheel Kick. Loki scrambles over for the cover. ..1 ..2 . Law just gets his shoulder up.
Stanyer: We nearly had a new Lightweight champion right there.
Dawg: And a new improved Lightweight champion it would have been.
Stanyer: I wouldn't say that, Law has only had the title a couple of weeks, this is only his first defence.
Dawg: So? I just don't like Law, period.
Stanyer: Well that's okay, because I don't like you, period.
Law staggers up to his feet and Loki boots him in the gut and then goes for the Last Laugh, but Law stands up and Loki misses. Loki is quick to his feet and sees Law going for a Spinning Heel Kick and plucks his boot out of mid-air. Only to see Law counter with the Fatal Spiral (Enziguri). Both men stay down until Law gets to his feet, only to stagger backwards into the turnbuckle. He recovers his senses and sees Loki getting to his feet. Law then climbs to the top rope. He dives off and hooks Loki around the head and then drives him into the canvas with an awesome Jump Swinging DDT. Law hooks the leg. .1 2 .3!!! NO!!! Loki has one foot on the rope, and referee Morgan Black points this out to Law. He pulls Loki up to his feet and throws him into the corner where he delivers a couple of strong knife edge chops. Law then whips Loki to the ropes and then as he comes off he slides around the back and locks in a Full Nelson. Law then plants Loki with an awesome Dragon Suplex with a bridge. .1 .2 . Loki just kicks out in time. Law climbs to the top rope and then stands up straight and then gives the crowd something to cheer about with an amazing Flipping Leg Drop, crashing onto the prone body of Loki. Law then hooks the leg. 1 ..2 . Loki just gets his shoulder up. Law can't believe it. Law then pulls Loki up and boots him in the gut before planting him with a devastating Tiger Bomb. Law then climbs to the top rope and shows his balance by standing up straight. He then does a wheel motion with his hands before he goes for the Japanese Chainsaw (450 Splash), but Loki has seen it coming and rolls out of the way. Both men slowly get to the their feet. Loki then connects with a Superkick and Law falls back into a sitting position in the turnbuckle. A smile comes across Loki's face, who then pulls both of Law's legs wide apart. Loki then backs off, Morgan Black warns Loki not to do it, but Loki charges in and hits "That Gotta Hurt" (Dropkick to the groin). Morgan Black calls for the bell and Loki immediately stares at the referee.
Dawg: What the hell? Why'd he call for the bell?
Stanyer: I think the referee disqualified Loki for a low blow.
Dawg: A low blow? Come on!! That's almost legal these days.
Stanyer: I guess this ref decided to be pretty strict. It was a blatant low blow from Loki, and that is against the rules.
Dawg: Well it looks like Loki is going to give him exactly what he deserves.
Loki has slid out of the ring and collects the Lightweight Title he stole from Law. He slides into the ring while Morgan Black is checking to see if Law is okay. Loki then charges and smashes the referee over the back of the head with the Title. Loki then slams the title into the mat. He then gives an angry look to Law, before he pulls him up and boots him in the gut, before he delivers the Last Laugh (FameAsser) driving Law face first into his own title. Loki then grabs the belt, that doesn't belong to him, and slides out of the ring.
Stanyer: Now that is what I call a sore loser. And where does he think he is going with that title?
Dawg: He's taking it with him, after all, he deserves to be the Lightweight champion.
Stanyer: But he isn't the lightweight champion, Law is, and that belt doesn't belong to Loki.
Dawg: Does it look like he cares? Exactly. Go complain to someone else about your stupid title.
We cut backstage and we see Johnny Mayhem standing next to Tate Bell, who is showing off his muscles.
Tate Bell: "I'm telling you, I am Extreme, I was brought up in Hardcore, I can take Heelmaster easily."
Mayhem: "Yeah, right, have you ever been in an Electrified Barb Wire Match?
Tate Bell: "What do you mean?"
Mayhem: "It's a simple question, have you ever been in an Electrified Barb Wire Match"
Tate Bell: "I don't see why that is relevant."
Mayhem: "Err hate to tell you this, but that's what your match is tonight, electrified barbwire. "
Tate Bell: "What? Your kidding me? Erm I mean, that's no problem, I can take plenty of electric shocks from Heelmaster, not a problem."
Mayhem: "So you are saying that you'll win quite comfortably."
Tate Bell: "I've beaten Heelmaster before, and I'll do . Hey, where you going???"
Mayhem: "Sorry, I've just seen Austin Cain, I have to go and interview him."
Tate Bell: "But your interviewing me?"
Mayhem: "Haven't you heard? Austin Cain is the biggest young star in the PWF."
Mayhem rushes off down the corridor as Tate Bell just stares at him open mouthed.
Stanyer: Tate Bell really got put in his place there.
Dawg: That's embarrassing, really it is, how can Mayhem leave someone of the talent of Tate Bell, for Austin Cain?
Stanyer: Well, Austin Cain is talented, and so is Tate Bell, but it seems that Cain is getting the rub of the green around here.
Dawg: And Tate Bell isn't happy about it at all.
The camera shows an out of breath Johnny Mayhem catching up with Austin Cain backstage, just as he is heading for the ring.
Mayhem: "Mr. Cain! Can I get a quick comment or two from you?"
Austin Cain: "Calm down for a minute! Why the Hell are you so winded?"
Mayhem: "Sorry, I was just interviewing Tate Bell, and I-"
Austin Cain: "Ah, I see. So there you were, trying to stay awake, when you heard a real wrestler was in the area."
Mayhem: "Well..."
Austin Cain: "There's no explanation needed. You want to be the best at what you do, right? Well that means blowing off dead-beats like Tate Bell. Take me for example; that punk has been running his mouth about me to anybody who'll listen, even going as far pull run-ins during my matches. Now, sure, I'm pissed off at that whiny little bastard - and maybe one of these times I'll stop and spend the ten seconds it would take to whip his ass - but when it comes to my business, the business of wrestling, I don't have time for losers."
Mayhem: "I see tonight you're booked against King Volcano."
Austin Cain: "My point exactly. I went looking for the biggest sonuvabitch this place has to offer, hoping for a challenge. But instead it's just another side-show freak. This guy's story reads like a fairy tale, Johnny! He's so full of crap his eyes are brown, if you get my meaning."
Mayhem: "Uh... oh, I get it. Crap... brown."
Austin Cain: "I mean, I could have made my bio about how I traveled here in a rocket ship from Krypton - wouldn't make it true, but maybe I could trade in my pride to sell some t-shirts,right? But what should I expect? It's just another in the endless line of god-awful gimmicks that continue to stink up the sport. It's been good talking to you Johnny, but now I have to go give the fans the one shot of fresh air they can hope to get on this show. Go back to the freaks and geeks this promotion calls wrestlers, but make sure to grab a box of vivarin or some no-doze, these jobbers are almost as bad on the mic as they are in the ring."
The picture fades out as Cain confidently strides away.
Stanyer: Austin Cain is as confident as ever. Although I hate to tell him, but we are not so sure that King Volcano's background is a "gimmick".
Dawg: Besides, I wouldn't want to call King Volcano a freak, you ever stood next to the gut, he's freakin' HUGE!!!
Stanyer: Indeed, not someone you want to play mind games with.
King Volcano stands tall with his arms crossed in his traditional GI outfit. His eyes are blood shot red and his facial hair is starting to poke through his usually smooth face.
King Volcano: Why you little piss ant? Is that suppose to be a frigin threat? Is this guy on drugs? First, Mr. Nostalgia my name is KING VOLCANO. Do you got that? You will learn to call me KING VOLCANO. Second of all, I DO the ARM breaking. You come anywhere near me and it will be YOU with the busted ARM. Do you want to try me? Do you not know The Eruption of Destruction? Did someone forget who IS the Master of Submissions? Who is the longest reigning House Champ? Who was the last PWF Hardcore Champion? Oh and that little belt around your puny waist is MINE too. Sure, I had it on loan for awhile.. First to Bloodbath and then to Grimm but now it is time to come home to daddy.
King Volcano gestures his hands around his weight.
King Volcano: See, Mr. Heelslave. I have a very easy match with a pathetic amature wrestler. This poor kid is going to learn what the phrase Brutal Ass Kicking means. He might think this is some wrestling match with rules and regulations but I got news for him. I dont give a ratts arse. I am in the ring to cause him PAIN by any means necessary. This match was over before it started. So I welcome you to come down and interfere. It might add some competition seeing your loser self trying to meddle in my business. Actually, I will be expecting you, unless of course you are too afraid and hide behind big threats with no action. Come on down, I dare you - you -KING VOLCANO POSER. Make sure you polish that belt up real good too so when I take it from you, its nice and clean.
King Volcano starts to laugh a little to himself
King Volcano: Do you really think its wise to threaten me with words? Oh No Heelmaster might come down to ringside... I am so afraid. NOT. See Heelslave you forget one thing. If interference is an issue, you have the most to lose. I have good sense to come down in that ring and break your face open just like I did last week. The only one who is eliminated is you bizatch. You are not worthy of holding my belt. And a wanna be football player might just bring me my gold instead. So look over your shoulder tonight. Their just might be a Giant on his way down to kick some sense in you.
King Volcano cracks his knuckles.
King Volcano: You cant play head games with me FOOL. Oh how quickly things change. Just remember it is you who needs to watch his back from the whole COS. My little run in last week was nothing to the beating we gave Homicide. And you just might be the next victim that is sacrificed. You are just a mere pawn. You are NOTHING. And anytime I am in the ring and you get the balls to walk on down I welcome you. I challenge you to come on in. If you have enough courage to come on down, I will show you an arse beating you will never forget. So have fun with Bell, and I hope nothing unfortunate happens to you before my match.
King Volcano motions for the camera man to cut
The lights go pitch black for several seconds before several spotlights circle the crowd. Then as "King Volcano" by Bauhaus hits, all the spotlights focus on the entrance where the sadistic King Volcano is being carried on a throne by his loyal slaves to the arena. The tron shows the Chinese martial arts expert King Volcano ripping apart limbs on various PWF opponents using his devastating Eruption of Destruction. They show his victory winning the Hardcore and Extreme Belt and Master of Submission Title. The giant King steps in the ring with a kendo stick which he swings wildly at the booing crowd leaning over the ropes screaming "I am the best damn Hardcore wrestler here and I have the most feared move in the PWF. Noooooobody can survive my Eruption of Destruction." King Volcano puts his weapon down than he takes off his self appointed hardcore crown. He rolls his eyes back so only the whites appear as he meditates with tai chi while waiting for the bell to ring.
James: Introducing from The Orient, weighing 392lbs, King Volcano.Crowd gives a mixed reaction
The house lights cut out and the words "THE SUPREME PHENOM" scroll across the titantron. A flood of powerful white light erupts from the entry way. A single silhouetted figure steps out of the light as the instrumental "Jesus Christ Superstar" begins playing over the sound system, growing louder as it appraoches the musical climax. The figure raises his arms above his head and, just as the music peaks, flips both of his middle fingers up to the crowd. Pyros simutaneously explode across the stage, the white light cuts, the house lights come back on, tinted orange, and the music changes radically to Run DMC's "Tougher than Leather" - "UNCONCEIVABLE, UNBELIEVABLE - GRAMMAR LIKE A HAMMER INFORMATION RECEIVABLE, SENT BY THE LORD, HERE AND ABROAD, WITH WORDS WELL ADORED - NOW THEY CAN'T BE IGNORED!" A grinning Austin Cain makes his way down the ramp with a white monagrammed towel over his shoulder, he walks with a swaggering strut as he jaws at the booing fans. Briefly, he stops to point out a random fan and mouth the word "loser" to the camera. When he reaches the ring apron he slides under the bottom rope to the center of the mat, and pops up on one knee, posing with his arms outstreched as if he were being showered with praise, instead of jeers. He rises and wipes the sweat off of his forehead and face with the towel, then throws it to the audience. He mounts the second turnbuckle, laughs and points down at the fans who are scrambling for the towel.
James: Introducing from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing 248lbs, "The Supreme Phenom" Austin Cain!!
Report: Austin Cain stares down the big man, he doesn't look intimidated at all, in fact he looks pretty confident, despite the fact he has to face a man with the size and power of King Volcano. The two circle around the ring. Cain and KV tie up, but Cain is just powered across the ring as if he was a small child. Cain dusts himself off and gets to his feet. He and KV circle once again, this time Cain fakes a tie up and hits a blow to the gut of KV, slides behind and then he clatters him across the back of his head with a forearm. Cain then hooks the head of KV and delivers a Reverse Neckbreaker. King Volcano gets to his feet quickly, only for Cain to grab him and whip him to the ropes. Cain then floors KV with a perfect Jumping Calf Kick. Cain then stands up and shouts to the crowd "How Great am I?". He gets booed and he is surprised to see some of the crowd laughing at him. He then sees the shadow in front of him and turns around to see that King Volcano is back standing. King Volcano floors Cain with a viscious martial arts punch to the face. As Cain gets up, KV smashes him with a Dragon Fish Blow and then uses his power to throw Cain into the corner. KV then charges in, scoring a Back Elbow and then he uses his long legs to choke Cain. KV then whips Cain to the opposite ropes, such is the force of the whip that Austin Cain bounces off the turnbuckle and KV floors him with the Fire Within (Martial Arts Uppercut). KV then hooks the leg for a pin. .1 .2 .. Cain kicks out.
Stanyer: I know Mr Cain claims to be the greatest wrestler of all time, but can he withstand the inhuman strength of King Volcano.
Dawg: Volcano's a monster, pure and simple, he likes to hurt people. And he seems to have concentrated his efforts on another man who likes to hurt people, Heelmaster.
Stanyer: Well we know Heelmaster wouldn't hesitate to hurt someone, he enjoys it.
Cain gets to his feet, KV goes for a big fury punch, but Cain ducks it and then takes King Volcano down with a Snapmare, he then locks in a Sleeper Hold and takes KV to the mat. Cain then begins to talk to the crowd, explaining just how good he is, and how good they are not. But King Volcano begins to fight his way to his feet and breaks the hold with one very powerful elbow to Cain's gut. KV then comes off the ropes and sends Cain through a loop with an awesome clothesline. KV then snaps on Molten Rock (Sitting Reverse Armbar). Cain battles to try and escape, you can see the pain etched on his face. Cain manages to pull himself towards the ropes and gets a rope break. King Volcano pulls Cain up and throws him into the corner shoulder first. He then delivers a couple of Roundhouse Kicks to the gut before lifting him up to the top rope. King Volcano starts to run up to hit the Jumping Armbar Takedown, but Cain pushes him off. King Volcano gets up, only to be knocked back down again as Cain dives off and floors him with a perfect Reverse Elbow from the top rope. Cain scrambles over for the cover. 1 ..2 . King Volcano kicks out. Cain quickly mounts KV and pounds him with right hands, but he is soon thrown off and the big man gets to his feet. King Volcano goes for a massive martial arts kick, but Cain ducks it and hooks his head for the Reverse DDT Driver. He then covers. ..1 .2 King Volcano just kicks out.
Dawg: Cain not doing as badly as you though eh?
Stanyer: He seems to be coping with the size difference pretty well, but the match isn't over yet, and when you're the size of King Volcano, you can NEVER be counted out.
Dawg: Well, you could always knock him out on the outside of the ring.
Stanyer: What? Oh I get it, ha ha, very funny.
King Volcano rises to his feet. Cain delivers a few right hands pushing him back into the corner, and then begins to stomp him down in said corner. Cain whips King Volcano to the opposite corner, but suddenly KV reverses and then spear takedown's Cain and quickly locks in the Eruption of Destruction. (Ultimate Armbar). Nobody can survive this, and just as we think Cain is about to tap out, KV is suddenly pulled off Cain. The camera zooms to see Heelmaster on the outside of the ring. The referee was on the wrong side, and didn't see it. King Volcano gets up and leans over the ropes, exchanging words with Heelmaster. Suddenly Cain sees an oppurtunity and School Boy Roll up's King Volcano. The referee goes for the count, and pulls the tights back as much as he can ..1 2 3!!!! Cain quickly puts his feet back on the floor and Cain rolls out of the ring and begins to celebrate his victory. Heelmaster backs away up the ramp, and a furious King Volcano heads out of the ring and starts to follow him.
Stanyer: Oh man, that might not have been such a good idea of Heelmaster's. King Volcano is one man you just DON'T piss off.
Dawg: Heely knows exactly what he is doing, this is an act of revenge anyway, you remember what happened last week?
Stanyer: I remember, and it is motive for Heelmaster, but what I am saying is, was it a wise decision by Heelmaster.
Dawg: Probably not, but that won't bother him.
The scene opens with Davey walking down the corridor with the Rookie, they are heading towards the Playaz Club dressing room
Davey K: Rookie, its good to have you with us, Im sure your gonna enjoy yourself being part of the greatest stable in the PWF....the Playaz Club.
The crowd gives a massive cheer, Rookie is taken by surprise
Davey K: Ahh, I see youve noticed the excitement that the mention of our name brings.....
The Rookie: The....Playaz Club?
The crowd gives another massive cheer
Davey K: Nice isnt it.
Davey swings the door of the locker room, revealing Q-Zee and Masta P, sat down with ladies massaging them, with Rap music playing in the background
The Rookie: Sup
Q-Zee rises from his seat and does a complicated hand shake with Rookie, Masta P and Davey look at each other.
Masta P: Ok....Rookie, welcome to the Playaz Club, its good to have talent like you here, but there is someone you should meet.
The Rookie: Who? Your all here, Davey, Q-Zee, Masta P.
Q-Zee: Theres another....member?
Davey K: He is sort of a member.
At this point a load smashing noise is heard as the water guy comes falling through the door
Water Guy: Sup guys!
Davey K: Erm, hey water guy, what was the noise.
Water Guy: A H2 incident Davey, its all in hand, the janitor has been called and cloths have been provided.
Davey K: Rookie, this is the water guy.
The Rookie: Sup bro?
Water Guy: Hey yo man, wats up
The Rookie: I just asked you sup
Water Guy: Im fly
The Rookie: Your a fly?
Davey K: Hey Rookie, youll get used to him, but tonite, is about us against MVD and Hunt, we can take them down. So Rookie, are you ready for this?
Davey turns to the Rookie
The Rookie: Am i ready? Well of course i am. The Rookie has been ready since he came back from his eye injury. The night of my return i came in and i showed the PWF fans and superstars that i was back in action. Taking out Big Poppa was just one step. Another step was joinning the Playaz Club. From there, that night i got me some of MVD, and Jason Hunt. These two worthless bastards arent up to par on they're wrestling style. They're calibur of wrestling starts at Ground Zero and ends at ....Ground Zero. On havoc, me and Dave here will show the gWo that the Playaz Club is the squad of the millenuim. Havoc will come and Davey K and The Rookie will be side by side taking out the bastards of gWo.
Davey K: Jason Hunt....MVD.....dont waste your time on tryin to find out a way of beating us beause our plan on you two are unstoppable.
The Rookie: You damn right, MVD you felt the real pain, when you was planted to the mat with the move that got me where i am today...THE FREE AGENT MONEY MAKER...oh yea, you too HUNT, i gave you a RBI like no other. Dont think it wont happen again cus it can...oh trust me it can, and that goes for the both of you. You both just wait until Havoc, the Playaz Club will prove to the PWF and the rest of the gWo, that you all cant beat us with a 60ft pole. YOu all will be Played you just dont know it yet.
Rookie drops the mic and the rest of the Playaz Club drop there's as well and "All Eyes On Me' By Tupac hits the speaker and The Rookie, Q-Zee, Masta P and Davey K all exit the Locker room,leavin th water boy behind, the fans stand up on there feet in the PWF arena for the Elite Clique of The Playaz Club.
DarkStorm is seen walking down the hallway with no expression upon his face. Then from around a corner walks Inmate, with his European title across his shoulder. Noticing the gold on Inmate's shoulder, Darkstorm slows his pace, and stares right into the eys of Inmate, then he stops directly in his tracks, and glares at Inmate who has stops in front of DarkStorm
Inmate: "What are you doing"
DarkStorm: "I'm thinking how long it will take me to beat you and take that title from you"
Inmate looks at DarkStorm, then looks back at his title, and laughs
DarkStorm: "Laugh what you will Inmate, but the truth in all this is that once home in the mind, you can't beat me, one on one, how bout Inmate, you and me, tonight, in that very ring, for your title, the title of the europeans"
Inmate: Quit your babbling! Who the hell are you.
DarkStorm: I am fate, I am Destiny I am Dark..
Inmate: Didn't I just tell you to shut your babbling, @#%$ producing, pie hole! You think you can go toe .... to ..... toe .... with me. hehe Alright you want to get ass whooped from corner to corner to corner to corner. You got it. But do me a favor. Last more than 3 minutes.
Inmate shoves Darkstorm to the ground walks to his locker room laughing as the camera fades back to the ring
Stanyer: Confident talking from DarkStorm, overconfident talk if you ask me, Inmate is not to be underestimated.
Dawg: Perhaps not, but you don't get anywhere unless you believe you can get there.
Stanyer: That is true, which brings us to our next match, does Tate Bell really think he has a chance in hell against Heelmaster?
Dawg: No comment.
'The Crimson Gump' hits, and Tate Bell rushes out of the back, wearing his blue and white jersey over his clothes, with Bell, 01, on the back. As he runs down the ramp, blue and white pyro's go off just behind him, as the Tron shows Bell tenasiously running at the camera, somewhere. He slides into the ring, and tosses his jersey to the crowd
James: Introducing from Plain Dealing, Louisiana, weighing 245lbs, Tate Bell!!! Crowd Boos
"Roots, Bloody Roots" by Sepultra hits as the lights go black. Blue strobes light the building up for brief instants at a time. The Heelmaster, Kevin Shane, walks onto the ramp and flips the entire crowd off. He makes several lewd gestures to make the fans boo him even more. He then walks down to the ring, laughing to himself and bad mouthing several fans. He steps into the ring and motions for everyone to kiss his ass.
James: Introducing from Pitsburgh, Pennysylvania, weighing 257lbs, The Heelmaster.
Report: Tate Bell doesn't look too happy about being put in this kind of match, he looks around at the barb-wire, which has 25,000 volts of current running through it. Heelmaster looks quite pleased actually. Probably the fact that he has Tate Bell, a man he isn't on good terms with, inside of an electrified ring. The bell rings and the two men circle. Heelmaster goes to grab Bell, but he sidesteps and avoids Heelmaster. The submission master smiles and turns back to face Bell. He goes in again, but Bell quickly sidesteps and this time connects with a hard right hand to the side of Heelmaster's face. Heelmaster is shaken by the blow and Bell capitalises by following through with a couple more right hands. Bell then tries to whip Heelmaster to the ropes, but gets no luck. Heelmaster just slides down to the floor and then gets to his feet. Heelmaster then charges at Tate Bell, who again moves out of the way, and Heelmaster just manages to stop himself before he hits the wire. Tate Bell then goes to attack Heelmaster, but he gets caught with a hard knee to the gut. Heelmaster then floors Tate Bell with a Double Axe Handle across the back. He then pulls him up and grabs his arm, and begins to deliver hard standing shoulder thrusts.
Stanyer: I don't see this as being much of a contest, Tate Bell is vastly out of his league against Heelmaster. If this was a straight wrestling match, I'd give him every chance. But this is an Electrified Barb Wire Match.
Dawg: I don't think Tate Bell has ever been in an extreme match of this kind before, this is totally new to him, and he looks a little overawed.
Heelmaster takes his time as he snaps Tate Bell to the floor into a Reverse Armbar. Heelmaster wrenches back on the left arm of Tate Bell, stretching it as much as he can. Tate Bell begins to crawl towards the ropes, more on instinct than anything, before he remembers the ropes are barb-wire, and electrified. Heelmaster eventually releases Tate Bell and gets up shaking his head, as if he is dis-interested in the match. He pulls Tate Bell up and then whips him directly into the electrified barb-wire. Tate Bell crashes into it and sparks fly anywhere as his body shakes like crazy. Bell staggers off the ropes. Heelmaster stops him from falling to the mat by catching him, and then planting him with a Sidewalk Slam, he then hooks the leg. .1 2 3. Heelmaster picks up a very easy win.
Stanyer: Tate Bell was simply way out of his league tonight, he got dominated, Heelmaster won in no time whatsoever.
Dawg: Hey, what's that over the speakers? Sounds like people chanting or something.
Stanyer: I recognise it!! That's "King Volcano" by Bauhaus, and you know what that means!!!
Heelmaster is about to leave the ring when he looks up at the entrance way and sees King Volcano standing there. Heelmaster smiles and challenges King Volcano to come down to the ring. King Volcano begins to make his slow descent towards the ring. Before he gets in, King Volcano walks around to where the guy controlling the electricity in the barb-wire is working. King Volcano then evily clubs him across the back. He then lifts a section of the wire up, clearly it is turned off. King Volcano fixes the wire in that position. Heelmaster is pacing around the ring, he knows what King Volcano is doing.
Stanyer: Oh my god, I think I know what King Volcano is doing!!
Dawg: What is it then!!
Stanyer: He's turning the voltage up, to maximum!!! He's gone crazy, he'll kill them both!!!!
King Volcano turns a dial on the control panel right the way up to maximum, and then flicks a switch, you can hear warning beeps from the machine to tell you that it is about to turn on. King Volcano uses these few seconds to roll into the ring. Tate Bell has already left the ring, and it is just Heelmaster & King Volcano. The beeps stop and already you can see sparks jumping from wire to wire as the electricity flows through the barb-wire. The two men circle for a moment, and then they charge at each other. King Volcano body tackles Heelmaster to the floor and the two then begin to brawl on the mat, getting in as many blows as they can, constantly rolling each other over. Finally they climb to their feet, still gripping onto each other, getting in kicks and punches, slowly they take each other from side to side finally they both go flying into one side of the wire, the sheer bulk of both men hitting the wire breaks the side and they both crash to the floor, sparks fly everywhere, even a small fire breaks out, which is quickly doused by the fire safety team. Someone quickly turns off the electricity. Both men are unconcious and their clothes are burned, along with various parts of their bodies. The EMT comes running down, with two stretchers.
Stanyer: Oh my god, I hope both men are okay.
Dawg: What's come over you, I thought you didn't like either of them.
Stanyer: I may not like them, but I am not a sadist, I don't want to see them seriously hurt.
Dawg: Bullshit, your loving this.
Stanyer: Argghhh.. We'll go to a commercial while this mess is sorted out.
Venom is seen backstage with Jonny Mayhem shortly after Eraser's match with Solo. Venom looks very confident for some reason.
Mayhem: We are here with Venom one of PWF's newest wrestlers.
Venom: Excuse me there Jonny but i'm not new to the PWF anymore. Yes i've only had five matches but i've been in the PWF for awhile now.
Mayhem: Yes but to most people your still considered new. Anyways I caught up with you to get your thoughts on a few things.
Venom: Alright then go ahead.
Mayhem: Well Venom your first match back was against Sabre, one of the best wrestlers in the PWF today. How do you feel about coming out on top with such a big victory?
Venom: Well Jonny I feel great about finally proving that I can wrestle with the big guns here in the PWF and i'm sure that it's going to continue for me in the future.
Mayhem: Why do you feel so confident about this? Earlier you told me that you weren't going to let this go to your head.
Venom: Well Jonny, I know that I can wrestle with the big boys because i've done it before in other feds. I've held numerous titles including many World Championships. I know that I can have that success here in the PWF and that win over Sabre is just the start of things to come around here. And by the way did you see this last match between Eraser and Solo.
Mayhem: Actually no I didn't see it. I was trying to find you.
Venom: Well i'll tell you what happened. Eraser lost. A four time PWF World Champion lost to a nobody. Now come on this guy is supposed to be one of the big shots around here and he loses to Solo. I mean take the Battle of Britains for example, Eraser main evented that PPV and you know what happened there. He lost, but not only did he lose the match he got eliminated first.
Mayhem: Yes but that shouldn't matter, Eraser is one and will always be one of the best wrestlers in the business today.
Venom: Are you serious, this guy is nothing but a washed up has been. I mean these are the losers that we got headlining the shows. Come on give me a break if I start fighting these losers i'll have no problems what so ever in putting my mark on the PWF. It's time for these old folk to step aside for a younger generation. It's time for the PWF to feel the wrath of my bite.
Venom then walks away from Mayhem leaving behind.
Mayhem: Well there you have it. It's time for the old folks to steps aside for the new generation.
As the camera gets ready to go black you hear Mayhem say in the background.
Mayhem: I can't believe that Venom called Eraser a has been. This guy got balls to be saying stuff like that. I'm telling you now he's in for a big surprise when Eraser hears about this.
Stanyer: Strong, Strong words from Venom. He is taking a big risk, you just don't call people like Eraser "has-beens", they have a tendency to take things personally. And serious violence ensues.
Dawg: That's like me calling you a has-been, oh wait, sorry, not the same thing, I forgot, you are a has been.
Stanyer: Don't push me.
The camera cuts away from Dawg and Stanyer, as a rocket shoots off from on top of the ring and explodes at the entrance ramp, Then right after that " Here to Stay" By Korn, blasts through the PWF speaker, as Eraser steps out from the back as his logo slams into the Titan-Tron. Eraser wearing his new "Life" shirt. Walks out from the entrance with a look of confusion on his face. He walks down to the ring and slides under the ropes. He signs to the back to cut his music as he calls of a mic. A mic comes flipping over the top rope as Eraser catches it and walks over to the middle of the ring. The crowd is still in a state of excitement but Eraser seems to be set for business.
Eraser: Johnny Mayhem...... Out here now!
Eraser pauses for a few seconds as Mayhem shows up from the entrance way and walks down to the ring. Eraser paces around the ring as Mayhem climbs in and pulls out a mic from his back pocket.
Mayhem: Yes?..... Eraser.
Eraser: Not even 5 mins ago you stood eye to eye.........Well maybe not eye to eye, but you stood face to face with Venom as he said, I was a wash up has been.
Eraser then paces around the ring once again as the crowd starts to chant his name.
Eraser: Did you not say that! ??
Mayhem: No, I don't believe he did?
Eraser stops walking and just stares at Mayhem with a shitty grind on his face.
Eraser: Your telling me that he did not say that.
Mayhem: No, I don't believe?
Eraser: Well Would you believe that I can take your head off with this arm here.
Eraser looks down at his right arm as the crowd lets out a shout.
Mayhem: Come down Eraser. He might of said that. I don't really remember.
Eraser: You don't remember......Damn man, It wasn't even 5 mins ago, and you don't remember. Well how about we show everyone here just what he said.
Eraser points at the tron as a clip of Venom and Mayhem conversation.
Venom: Well I?ll tell you what happened. Eraser lost. A four time PWF World Champion lost to a nobody. Now come on this guy is supposed to be one of the big shots around here and he loses to Solo. I mean take the Battle of Britains for example, Eraser main evented that PPV and you know what happened there. He lost, but not only did he lose the match he got eliminated first.
Mayhem: Yes but that shouldn't matter, Eraser is one and will always be one of the best wrestlers in the business today.
Venom: Are you serious, this guy is nothing but a washed up has been. I mean these are the losers that we got headlining the shows. Come on give me a break if I start fighting these losers I?ll have no problems what so ever in putting my mark on the PWF. It's time for these old folk to step aside for a younger generation. It's time for the PWF to feel the wrath of my bite.
Venom then walks away from Mayhem leaving behind.
The tron then cuts off as Eraser looks out into the crowd. and seems to be even more pissed off
Eraser: Looks to me that is the same damn words that I have just asked you about.
Mayhem: Yes, but didn't you see that Venom doesn't know what kind of man you are.
Eraser: Right and so I guess you don't either.....
Just then Eraser turns towards Mayhem and nearly takes his head off with the ERASER! Eraser then grabs his mic and begins to address Venom as the crowd goes wild.
Eraser: Venom. If you think you can stand up to me! Bring it! You know where I will be and Next havoc I will know where you'll be.......In this ring looking up at the lights as The ref counts to 3. And raises my hand in your defeat!
Eraser hangs about in the ring, waiting for his match with Solo to get started.
Stanyer: I said that Venom would be attracting violence, and I was right, he's struck a nerve with Eraser, and this could kick off big time.
Dawg: Eraser needs to calm down, he has to face Solo next.
Stanyer: Indeed, a tough match at any time, but when you are distracted, even more so.
"My Plague" by Slipknot 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.
James: Introducing, from the Snake Pit, weighing 280lbs, This is SOLO!!! Crowd boos
Report: The two big men square off in the middle of the ring, a few words are exchanged before Solo pushes Eraser away. The two then circle each other and then tie up. Both try and overpower each other, but neither succeeds and eventually they push away from each other. The two men circle once again and then tie up. Again they try and overpower each other, finally Eraser uses his height advantage to force Solo back and then knees him in the gut. Eraser then sends Solo to the ropes before flooring him with an awesome lariat as he comes back off the ropes. Solo gets to his feet shaking his head before Eraser starts to pound his face with right hands and then sends Solo to the ropes and sends him crashing into the canvas with a one man Flapjack. Eraser then mounts Solo and begins to pound him with heavy right hands. Solo eventually throws Eraser off him and then gets to his feet, shaking the cobwebs from his eyes. Solo goes for a big haymaker, but Eraser ducks it and then grabs Solo by the throat, but he is countered by a boot to the gut. Solo then delivers a hard right hand to Eraser, sending him back into the corner. Solo follows in and delivers a few boots to the gut before he whips Eraser to the opposite side. He then charges in, but Eraser gets a foot up, catching Solo clean on the jaw. Eraser then lifts himself up to the 2nd turnbuckle and then as Solo turns back to face him, he dives off and floors him with a driving elbow to the face. Eraser then covers. .1 ..2 .. Solo kicks out. Eraser pulls Solo up to his feet and boots him in the gut and then sets him up for a Piledriver, but Solo counters out with a back body drop. Solo whips Eraser, but it is reversed and Eraser then plants Solo with a Sideslam. Eraser hooks the leg. 1 2 .. Solo kicks out.
Stanyer: Two big and powerful wrestlers going toe to toe in this match, both are proud men, and will not want to lose.
Dawg: They have a bit of history as well, I wasn't around to see it, but I know you were.
Stanyer: Indeed, I remember the first ever HardKore Hell, back in 2000, where Solo and Eraser went head to head inside the cell. A classic encounter, and what turned out to be a violent match, which Solo came out the victor if memory serves me correctly.
Dawg: And I am sure that Eraser hasn't forgotten that fact.
Eraser pulls Solo up to his feet and drills him with a straight right to the face. Eraser then goes for a second right hand, but Solo ducks it and goes behind and tries to hit a Back Drop, but Eraser escapes and lands behind him. Eraser goes for a German Suplex, but Solo counters with a Mule Kick, which seems to go un-noticed by Duane Dibley. Solo takes a moment to get to his feet and then he makes sure Eraser stays down with a powerful right hand to his face. Solo then delivers a few stomps to the chest of Eraser before pulling him to his feet. Solo then drives Eraser's head into the canvas with a DDT. Solo then rolls on top of Eraser and pounds him with powerful right hands. Solo then comes off the ropes and delivers a dangerous Knee Drop to Eraser's face. Solo then hooks the leg. 1 ..2 .. Eraser kicks out. Solo yanks Eraser up to his feet and then delivers a nasty right hand, and backs it up with a whip to the ropes and then floors him with a clothesline. Solo delivers a driving elbow and then hooks the leg. .1 2 Eraser kicks out. Solo picks Eraser up and then delivers a perfect Backbreaker and then drops Eraser near the corner. Solo then begins to climb to the top turnbuckle. He then dives off and connects with a perfect Flying Elbow Drop. Solo hooks the leg. ..1 .2 . Eraser just gets his shoulder up.
Stanyer: We could be looking at a repeat of 2 years ago right here, Solo is now in full command of this match, and honestly doesn't look like he is going to give it up.
Dawg: If Eraser can find a way to counter the offence of Solo, then I can't see it, but if he doesn't, then he can kiss goodbye to any hope of winning this match.
Solo pulls Eraser up to his feet and goes for Painful Memories (Stone Cold Stunner), but Eraser surprisingly counters and pushes Solo into the ropes. Eraser goes for a clothesline, but Solo ducks it and then plants Eraser with a Hangman's Neckbreaker. Solo gets up and then pulls Eraser half way up and then locks in a Sleeper Hold. He takes Eraser down to the canvas and uses his legs to body scissor Eraser to make sure he can't escape the hold. Eraser is strong at first, but slowly but surely, he begins to fade and Solo asks the referee to check him. Duane Dibley lifts the hand up of Eraser and gets a 1 count. He lifts it a 2nd time, but Eraser keeps his hand up this time. Eraser begins to fight his way to his feet he delivers a couple of elbows to the gut of Solo and then leaves him standing before coming off the ropes, only for Solo to duck Eraser's attack and then plant him with a Sleeper Drop. Solo hooks the leg. .1 ..2 .. Eraser just gets his shoulder up. Solo gets up and then summons Eraser to get to his feet. Eraser obliges and Solo boots him in the gut and is about to his Painful Memories when suddenly "Dope" by Debonaire starts to play over the speakers.
Stanyer: That's Homicide's music!!! Homicide is coming out here!!
Dawg: Well he hasn't picked his timing very well, as Solo is ready and waiting for him.
Solo stares towards the entrance, looking for Homicide, but there is no sign of him, Solo shrugs his shoulders and turns around, and walks straight into Eraser who grabs him by the throat with both hands and plants him with The Chokeslam (Two Handed Chokelift Slam). Eraser hooks the leg. 1 2 3!!!!! Eraser picks up the win.
Dawg: Dammit!! This was Solo's match!!
Stanyer: I think Homicide has started playing the mind games on Solo. And I wonder if Solo can take it.
Dawg: Of course Solo can take it, but this time, Homicide just got lucky.
Stanyer: We shall see.
All is silent, save for the random murmurs throughout the crowd. Everyone begins getting hesitant as the tension thickens, then a sound of drums in the distance begins along with the opening cords being played of "Debonair" by Dope. The Ultratron begins flashing the "Recognize.. or.. REALIZE" video package, then as the music hits full intensity, the crowd erupts in cheers for His Massacreness as he steps out on the stage in a rather extreme state of anger. He skips the usual hi-fives and taunts, and immediately proceeds to ringside in a swagger with his face locked in a frown of gritted teeth. Homicide motions for a microphone and snatches it up from the A/V guy, then begins pacing the ring waiting for his ovation to die down. As it does, he stops in the center of the ring, throws back his head in a trance, and raises the mic to his lips.
Homicide: "What the hell happened to me this past Sunday? I mean seriously.. What the hell happened? I was walking the corridor in search of a soda machine, then all of a sudden Bloodbath's shadow worshipers jump me and hold me as a ransom?!? That's not gonna' fly with me! I do not tolerate that bullshit! Homicide is NOBODY's bitch, and I'm not going to hide from a bunch of HAS-BEENS and HAS-NEVER-BEENS.."
Homicide shakes his head in disgust.
Homicide: "For what you guys did, I could've had you prosecuted, fined, suspended.. The whole spiel! But NO! I had a better idea.. I got it cleared by Pellington to get you back in the worst way imaginable.. I got it cleared so I could take away the one piece of the puzzle that makes the cult tick, or for that matter, makes the boys club even have some significance.."
Dawg: "What is he talking about?"
Stanyer: "The rumor in the back is that he has scheduled a match with Bloodbath."
Homicide: "Ah, yes.. I arranged Homicide versus Bloodbath.. WORLD TITLE DEFENSE!"
The shocked crowd erupts in cheers for His Massacreness.
Dawg: "That's career suicide for Bloodbath! Look at that Looney Tune in the ring.. He's lost it!"
Stanyer: "Sanity or not, it has been signed to the card tonight I am being informed.."
A grin of personal success and sarcastic sanity runs over the scarred face of Homicide before he continues.
Homicide: "Are you happy NOW, Bloodbath? Was the addition of Solo that crucial to the Cult of Shadows? Did you really need anymore dead weight? Whatever the case be, if he decides to join, it wont be as an addition, it will be as a REPLACEMENT!"
Stanyer: "This doesn't sound good.."
Homicide: "The reasoning is simple - I didn't sign up for a singles match. A simple 1-2-3 wouldn't satisfy me. It is FALLS.. COUNT.. ANYWHERE! Meaning ANY and ALL possible ways I can punish you.. I CAN and I WILL!"
Homicide pauses to get some restrain on himself.
Homicide: "Now, I could ramble on about how I will end your career, but I wont waste my time threatening you. Not a bloodbath, broken legs, nor a machine empowering your lungs would be a concern of yours.. You will only have one concern: SURVIVAL."
The sinister fluid, adrenaline, is now Homicide's piston, and he is thriving on it.
Homicide: "You thought I was the key to your domination of the PWF, but you failed to RECOGNIZE how severe the side effects were going to be...."
"Her Ghost in the Fog" by Cradle of Filth interrupts Homicide, who instantaneously jerks his head with vengeance towards the stage where Bloodbath awaits with a smile. The two engage in a dead-locked stare for a moment before Homicide intimidates Bloodbath into the submission of talking.
Bloodbath: "I find something odd Homicide, you seem to be under a mis-conception. That you signed this World Title match for tonight. On the contrary, you did NOT sign tonights match. I DID. Yeah, that's right Homicide, I wanted to face you tonight. But Falls Count Anywhere, I'm afraid I don't see that anywhere on tonights card, now I'd love to fight you in a Falls Count Anywhere match, but that is not what I signed for. Maybe another time.
Stanyer: Do I get the feeling that Bloodbath doesn't want to face Homicide in a Falls Count Anywhere match. Or maybe it's the No DQ stipulation.
Dawg: He just wants the match that was signed. He doesn't have to obey Homicide if he doesn't want to.
Stanyer: I have a feeling he is protecting his title.
Report: Homicide and the World Champion, Bloodbath, stare at each other from across the ring. The two men walk to the centre of the ring, Bloodbath's eyes give a cold stare. As if he was staring straight through Homicide. The two tie up, Homicide uses his extra power to force Bloodbath back into the corner. Homicide then begins to deliver a number of powerful right hands before he whips Bloodbath to the opposite corner and follows him in. But Bloodbath uses the ropes to slingshot over Homicide and then delivers a boot to the gut and then hits a perfect Snap Suplex on Homicide. The man from Boston gets to his feet and goes for a big haymaker, but Bloodbath ducks it and then hits a couple of knife edge chops. Bloodbath boots Homicide in the gut and then plants him with a DDT. He hooks the leg for a cover. 1 2 .. Homicide powers out. He gets to his feet and nails Bloodbath with a powerful knee to the gut. Homicide then sends Bloodbath to the ropes and then drives him into the mat with a powerful Sidewalk Slam. Homicide gets to his feet and then drops a hard elbow drop, and then covers. ..1 2 . Bloodbath kicks out. Homicide drags Bloodbath to his feet and then throws him into the corner. He pounds him with lefts and rights to the gut and then one big shot to the face puts Bloodbath down in the corner. Homicide then begins to stomp down the World Champion. When he finally finishes stomping Bloodbath the crowd give a massive cheer. Homicide stands back and tells Bloodbath to get to his feet, finally Bloodbath gets up and Homicide charges in and floors him with a clothesline. Bloodbath is quickly back up to his feet and Homicide knocks him down with a second clothesline. Bloodbath staggers up a third time and this time Homicide comes off the ropes and then sends Bloodbath through a loop with an awesome Power Clothesline. Homicide hooks the leg. 1 .2 Bloodbath kicks out.
Stanyer: We've said it before, but Bloodbath may be the most resilient man in wrestling today, the only man who was perhaps more resilient was Blackbird, a legend here in the PWF. And even then it was a close call.
Dawg: Bloodbath can take plenty of punishment, which will frustrate Homicide, and that is where the dark man will capitalise. As the frustrated man makes silly mistakes.
Stanyer: Indeed, Homicide needs to keep his cool, and use his strength, and he will be the World Champion.
Dawg: But we know that won't happen. Homicide keep his cool? Impossible.
Homicide pulls Bloodbath up to his feet and sends him to the ropes, he then floors him with the awesome Boston Haymaker. Bloodbath staggers up to his feet with stars in his eyes. Homicide comes off the ropes and then jumps into the air and takes him down with a Flying Clothesline. Homicide then covers. ..1 2 .. Bloodbath kicks out. Homicide pulls Bloodbath up to his feet and delivers a couple of strong right hands, pushing Bloodbath back into the ropes. Homicide whips him off and then goes for the Flying Knee, but Bloodbath slides underneath it and Homicide bounces off the ropes, Bloodbath then quickly delivers a dropkick to the knee of Homicide, he drops to the mat holding that very knee. Bloodbath quickly grabs it and drags him to the middle of the ring. He quickly delivers a couple of elbow drops and then snaps on a Leg Grapevine. Homicide grabs the long hair of Bloodbath, but the referee breaks it. Bloodbath then snaps the hold on even tighter. Homicide is pulling himself towards the ropes, but Bloodbath releases the hold and pulls Homicide back towards the centre of the ring and then changes holds and locks in a Figure Four Leglock. Homicide does his best to conceal the pain he is in, but you can see it etched on his face. Homicide is holding himself up with his arms, but the pain gets too much and he falls back onto his back. Referee Mark Johnson counts. ..1 ..2 Homicide sits back up, but yells out in pain as he does so.
Stanyer: Homicide needs to get to his feet, because down on the mat, Bloodbath is taking him to school.
Dawg: The human body isn't indestructable, it can only take so much, the question is, how much more can Homicide take?
Homicide begins to drag himself towards the ropes, Bloodbath stretches back to try and increase the pain, but Homicide finally manages to grab the bottom rope, which gains a massive cheer from the crowd. Bloodbath isn't sure what to do next, he releases the hold and then climbs to the top rope. Homicide gets to his feet and Bloodbath dives off with a Cross Body Block, but Homicide catches him in mid-air. However Homicide's knee suddenly gives out and Bloodbath falls on top of Homicide. .1 2 . Homicide powers out. The Boston Massacre suddenly gets to his feet and he has an angry look on his face. Bloodbath gets to his feet and Homicide suddenly spears Bloodbath to the mat and then gives him some Boston Hospitality (Ultimate Punching). Homicide gets up and shouts to Bloodbath to get up. The dark man gets to his feet and Homicide charges in with a clothesline, but Bloodbath ducks it and it is the referee who gets his clock cleaned. Bloodbath delivers a few right hands to Homicide, but he ducks one and then delivers the awesome Boston Massacre (Reverse DDT Drop) to Bloodbath, he then hooks the leg. But the referee is out. Homicide goes to check on him, but suddenly there is a chorus of boos from the crowd as Solo comes sprinting down the aisle. Homicide manages to get the referee moving, but he is still not fully with us yet. Homicide gets up, he has no idea Solo is waiting behind him. There is a tap on the shoulder and Homicide spins around straight into Painful Memories (Stone Cold Stunner). Solo gives Homicide a bit of trash talk and then sees that the referee is rejoining the world, and quickly rolls out of the ring. Long choruses of boos from the crowd as Bloodbath crawls over and drapes an arm over Homicide. Referee Mark Johnson is just about able to make the count. ..1 ..2 .3!!! Bloodbath retains the World Title, thanks to just a little bit of help from Solo.
Stanyer: Cheap, that is the only word I can think of at the moment.
Dawg: Effective is the word I would use.
Stanyer: No, that was definitely cheap from Solo. Although you could see it coming, what with Homicide playing the mind games on him earlier in the show.
Dawg: Homicide has nobody to blame but himself, he pissed off Solo, why should he be surprised when it comes back to bite him.
Stanyer: He was probably hoping to stop Solo before he could cost him the title, but I guess Solo is a little sneakier than he anticipated.
The scene quickly cuts to a local pub. The camera enters the doors and finds everyone's favorite down-on-life facker, "The Real Show" Big Poppa. He's apparently drowning his sorrows in booze Suddenly a guy in his mid 20s comes up to him, recognizing the Real Show.
Customer 1: "Wait, I know you You're Big Poppa!"
Big Poppa: "What could you possibly want?"
Customer 1: "Well "
Big Poppa: "Forget it, I don't care. Let me tell you what I want, champ. I want to lead a normal facking life. I want nothing to do with anything. You here me? I'm sick of it all. It sucks."
Customer 1: "Yeah, right. Whatever. Now, can I get a free t-shirt? Cause I heard from a friend that someone that The Rookie gives out free shirts."
Big Poppa takes off his glasses and gives the guy a blank stare.
Big Poppa: "If you knew what was good for you, you'd get away from me You're lucky I don't feel like getting up because I'd beat the living snot out of you if I did."
The man doesn't take Poppa seriously, and after at least 20 seconds pass, Big Poppa gets up, turns around, and gives to poor guy a right hook to the cheek.
Big Poppa: "Oh @#%$. Dude, I'm sorry Are you ok? Hmm, I think this is about the time where I leave."
By this time, the bar is silent, and watching as Big Poppa leaves a 20 on the counter and makes his exit
Stanyer: Was that Big Poppa?
Dawg: That was Big Poppa, after having a few drinks yes.
Stanyer: Make note: Don't go out drinking with Big Poppa.
The lights dim in the arena and the fans start to wonder who will be coming through the curtain. Yellow, and black lasers shoot down towards the stage and smoke enclouds the rampway. The titantron lights up with the name "Sandstorm" on it in sand. A huge gust of wind can be heard and the name on the titantron blows away. All of a sudden, "Brother" by Breaking Point erupts over the P.A system and the fans start to cheer. Sandstorm suddenly emerges from the smoke and struts down to the ring, slapping the fans' hands on his way. He enters the ring and does his signature taunt. The music cuts off, and the lights turn on. Sandstorm waits in the ring for his unlucky foe to make his presence felt.
Sandstorm storms (no pun intended) over to the opposite corner of the ring and demands the ring announcer to throw him a mic. He snatches the mic and begins to angrily pace around the ring with a mad scowl on his face. He impatiently waits for the audience to calm down before putting the mic to his lips and beginning to address the capacity crowd.
Sandstorm: THIS HAS TO STOP!!!!
The crowd is shocked at Sandstorm's violent outburst, but are interested to hear what he has to say.
Sandstorm: I know I haven't accomplished much in my short time in being here, but I have accomplished enough to gain the respect that I deserve! Now, I could go on and on about the reasons why I should be appreciated, but I shouldn't have to, because I am the leaders of the Methods of Mayhem, and I have been in two grueling and potentially life-threatening matches since my debut here in the PWF, although in the back, wrestlers and staff members still treat me like a lower-class, no talent jobber! Well I have news for you guys, my name is Sandstorm, not Silas Parish!
The crowd pops at the sound of the current U.S. Champion's name.
Sandstorm: Now I'm not gonna go on and on about the whole shortness issue, because I would say that it's been way to overused. I've wrestled Homicide for the U.S. title, and lost, but I want another shot at it, to bring it to where it belongs, and that place is my waist. Ever since my PWF: Ice Age days, I've been thirsty for gold, and that little U.S. Title of yours would be a perfect thrist-quencher, so Parish, get your ass out here right now, and let's see how much you really deserve that title!
Sandstorm throws down the mic and waits for Parish.
No sooner has Sandstorm spiked the microphone into the mat when "Come Out and Play" by The Offspring starts up from the arena sound system. The current PWF U.S. champion, Silas Parish, steps out from the entryway to a chorus of boo's from the crowd. He stares out in distain at the people throughout the arena, then settles his eyes on Sandstorm standing in the middle of the ring. After taking a second to scratch and itch on the side of his face, Silas reaches behind him and pulls a microphone out of his back pocket. He adjusts the U.S. title to balance over his shoulder, then raises the microphone and shaking his head.
Parish: You have GOT to be kidding me! Who the HELL do you think you are!? Nevermind, don't answer that. Let me guess instead. Hmmmm... I think you're a whiney, spoiled little do nothing that is sooooo very displeased with himself that he has to come out here and talk big. You say you haven't accomplished much since you got here? Well, thats partially right. You haven't accomplished ANYTHING since you arrived in the PWF!
The crowd starts booing violently.
Parish: Oh just shut the hell up the lot of ya! Sandworm... I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna start droning on about how you're the leader of the Methods of Mayhem... whoever the hell they are. But before you do, think for a second. Heck, even ask these idiots in the crowd. Does anyone really give a crap? Allow me to put words into these peoples mouths, since they are obviously not smart enough to do it themselves. And I'll speak slow enough for all of them, and you as well, to understand me. NO ONE CARES.
The crowd continues to boo and a few even start chanting some very uncomplimentary things.
Parish: You have been in two grueling and life-threatening matches since your debut? Wow! Thats like.... oh... one tenth as many as me. You've faced Homicide for the U.S. title, and lost? Hmmm... well, I've faced him twice in singles action and kicked his ass both times. You see, nothing you've said in that very ring impresses me in the slightest. Well, except for you deciding not to insult my height. I must give you credit there, you're one of the only ones who hasn't. I tell you what. I'll leave my decision about defending my U.S. title to the fans to decide. Should I face Sandworm?
The crowd roars a resounding "YES!" Silas frowns and shrugs his shoulders as Sandstorm smiles.
Parish: Well, there you go. You heard them as clearly as I did. It seems that the entire crowd agree's... that I shouldn't face you here tonight. Oh well, tough luck man.
Silas turns to leave and the crowd goes nuts yelling, chanting, screaming and throwing things at him. Just before walkign back through the entryway, Silas pauses. He thinks for a second then spins around again.
Parish: I just thought of something. Since when have I EVER done what the fans wanted me to do!?
Silas drops the microphone and championship belt and charges to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope.
Credit: Goatman
Parish hooks a good hard shot to Sandstorms jaw. Silas Parish delivers a stiff overhand chop to Sandstorm followed by a hard knife-edge chop.
Stanyer: Ouch.. Those smacks echo throughout the arena.
Dawg: They will leave red marks that's for sure.
Silas Parish briefly locks up with a snapmare to Sandstorm. Silas Parish locks Sandstorm in a sleeper hold, but the ref calls it as an illegal choke hold and asks for a break. Parish obliges and lets go. Both men get to their feet and lock up. Sandstorm does a firemens carry to Silas Parish. Silas bounces back to his feet. Both men prepare to lock up. Sandstorm kicks Parish's gut, and then hits an evil DDT driving his head into the mat. Silas Parish slowly gets back to his feet and is dazed. Sandstorm swings a powerful clothesline, but Silas Parish regains focus just in the nick of time and ducks underneath. Parish winds up and floors Sandstorm with a hard lariat. Parish grabs Sandstorm and pulls him up by the back of his head. Parish throws Sandstorm face first into the turnbuckle and runs in with a clothesline. The aggressive champion spins the challenger around. Parish throws a flury of lefts and rights to the midsection of Sanstorm. Sandstorm is leaning back against the corner and Parish props him on top of the third turnbuckle. Silas Parish attempts a frankensteiner but Sandstorm catches and hits a huge Powerbomb. Sandstorm climbs the 2nd turnbuckle, takes a quick breather and the dives off with an elbow to the head of Silas Parish. Sandstorm gets back to his feet. He takes a step back, measures, jumps high in the air and drives a big fist to the forehead of Silas Parish. Silas Parish gets to his knees and tries to lock up. Silas Parish grabs hold and executes a fisherman's suplex. 1.... 2. Sandstorm kicks out. Both men get to their feet. Parish telegraphs a clothesline and the quick challenger Sandstorm ducks and counters with jaw breaker.
Dawg: I am getting a message from the main office. The PWF is rated the number one show on ESPN.
Sandstorm picks Silas Parish up and side suplexes him to the mat. Sandstorm grabs Parish and throws him to the ropes, Parish comes back and Sandstorm lifts him into a double choke, then slams him down. Sandstorm grabs Parish's foot and drags him outside. Parish slides outside and grapples with Sandstorm. The referee starts to count them out. Sandstorm lifts Parish and guillotine drops Parish's neck on the guard rail. Parish is bleeding as a result.
Dawg: We got blood.
Sandstorm lifts his leg up high in the air, and swings it down violently drops right onto Silas Parishs neck Parish goes for a clothesline, Sandstorm ducks it and hits a Sambo Suplex.
Stanyer: Sandstorm with a Sambo Suplex.
Sandstorm gets back to his feet. Silas Parish springs back on his feet. After scooping up Silas Parish, Sandstorm delivers a Pendulum Back Breaker. Sandstorm chants start. They both slide back into the ring. Sandstorm takes a strong punch from Parish. Silas Parish quickly grabs the face of Sandstorm and headbutts him. A rather large bump appears above Sandstorms eye. Sandstorm gets up and runs at Parish. Silas Parish sees Sandstorm charging at him and surprises him with a Manhattan Drop. Parish executes the guillotine leg drop on Sandstorm. Parish measures Sandstorm up and then drops a closed fist into his gut. Parish is back on his feet. Silas Parish goes to the top. Sandstorm gets hit with the Twisting Body Attack from Parish. Parish goes for a pin. The referee makes the count. ...1 Sandstorm escapes.
Dawg: Not even close!
Sandstorm gets up. Silas Parish kicks Sandstorm clean in the family jewels. Blatant Illegal Move. Sandstorm appears to swallow the pain and remains on his feet. Parish seems to be excited and taunts Sandstorm to come get some more. Sandstorm complains to the referee but it falls on deaf ears. Sandstorm is angered and kicks Parish in the gut. Sandstorm takes a few steps back then charges at Silas Parish and jumps in the air with a flying elbow punch knocking Parish down. Sandstorm delivers a hard stomp to the head of Parish. Parish holds his head and gets up. Sandstorm sends Silas Parish into the corner. Sandstorm explodes with multiple clotheslines. Parish shows his resilience and locks up. Parish swings behind but is elbowed. Sandstorm swings behind Parish and hits The Anubis Driver. The referee counts. ...1 ...2 ... Parish kicks out.
Dawg: Sandstorm needs to put his weight on Silas when pinning him. His body position was terrible.
Sandstorm questions the referee's count. Parish gets up and waits for Sandstorm to turn around. Just as Sandstorm turnes around Parish attempts a clothesline, but Sandstorm ducks it, picks him up and hits the Mummification. Sandstorm goes up to top turnbuckle. Silas Parish gets hit with the The Optical Illusion from Sandstorm. The referee counts. ...1
Stanyer: I think he got him this time.
...2 ...
Stanyer: We got a new US champ.
Parish kicks out.
Stanyer: Whoa... Two very close near falls. How did Parish kick out of that?
Dawg: Parish is all heart. He has kicked out of pins from guys who are much bigger than Sandstorm.
Sandstorm takes a quick forearm from Parish. Parish sends Sandstorm into the corner and sets him up on the turnbuckle. Sandstorm shoves Silas Parish onto the mat and follows with a Swanton Bomb.
Stanyer: Both men are down lying on the mat not moving.
The referee counts for a knockout 1... 2... 3... 4... Sandstorm climbs to his feet. 5... Parish is up again. Sandstorm throws Parish to the ropes. Sandstorm misses a clothesline and Silas Parish bounces off the opposite side and hits a cross-body block. Parish mounts on top of Sandstorm and starts to punch him in the face again. Silas gets off him and taunts the crowd. Silas waits for Sandstorm to get to his feet. Silas Parish goes for a spear, but Sandstorm kicks Parish in the gut and hits a Stalling Piledriver.
Stanyer: Sandstorm is a superstar! The superstar looking to bring home a victory.
Sandstorm covers 1...2... Parish barely kicks out.
Stanyer: How much more punishment can the little man take?
Both men get to their feet and locks up. Parish does a snap suplex to Sandstorm. Parish mounts on top of Sandstorm with lefts and rights to the face. Sandstorms face is starting to swell up.
Stanyer: Parish with those fists of his. He is hitting that knot where he landed that monstrous headbutt earlier.
The referee asks Sandstorm if he wants to quit but he refuses.
Dawg: The referee might have to end this match if he feels the damage is too much.
Parish gets up and attempts to Irish whip Sandstorm to the corner but its reversed. Sandstorm plants Parish on the turnbuckle, he goes for a Superplex, but is countered with a Super DDT. Parish goes to the top. Sandstorm gets hit with the Twisting Senton Splash from Silas Parish. Referee makes the count. ...1 ...2 ... Sandstorm kicks out.
Silas Parish slides outside and grabs his US belt. Parish slides back and hits Sandstorm on his knot with the belt in the middle of the ring. Sandstorm goes down holding his head.
Stanyer: Come on ref, this should be a disqualification.
Parish goes for the cover. 1..2..3..
Dawg: We've got ourselves a winner!
Stanyer: I am speechless. Pitbull used his belt as a weapon.
Dawg: Whoa! Look at the bump on Sandstorms head. I never seen anything like it in my life.
The show cuts to another Bar Only that it's virtually empty and quite small. Suddenly inside the bar the door marked "Gents" opens and out comes Big Poppa. He turns around, noticing the camera, and zips up. He then proceeds to act cool and walk towards the bar. He orders a bottle of budweiser.
Big Poppa: "Geez, there's no one here, do you think you can go any freaking slower."
While waiting for his drink, Big Poppa turns around and looks at the camera.
Big Poppa: "I'm sorry I'm breaking the Wrestler/Camera man pact, but seriously, how the hell did you find me? I purposely went to the crappiest, smallest, and ugliest bar in town just so you wouldn't find me. Wait, do I have a freaking tracer on me or something? God damn that Pellington, I knew that there was something else in that 'flu shot' he had giving to me by his personal 'doctor'. Clearly he add a microscopic tracking device into the fluid "
Bartender: "Pretzels?"
Big Poppa: **Turns around** "Why that'd be great old chum."
Big Poppa beings munching on pretzels, forgetting everything he just said. He starts sipping on his bottle of budweiser. Then he realizes that his life sucks
Big Poppa: "Hey barkeep, you know what my problem is? 'It' is my problem. 'It' sucks. Wait a bloody second, I think I've seen you before Ya, I saw you in the last bar I was in Didn't I knock you out? Man I can't remember the face I never did get a good look at him But your face looks pretty screwed up, so you just have to be him."
Bartender: "Sorry bub, but I've been here all week. My boss makes me live here and whips me when I'm bad."
Big Poppa: "Are you sure, cause you look awful familiar. Well it really doesn't matter anyway, because you're an old fat fart that means nothing. Hey, did I tell you it sucks? Do you know about that sumbitch Sabre and his fruit-colored friends the gWo? They're a bunch of stinky bastards. They are one of the reasons it sucks. That bastard Sabre backstabbed me. Where the hell does he get off? Well I know what he gets off on, but that comes with being the partners with a furry. Don't tell no one I said that. It's a lie, but I like to tell people that, it makes me laugh. That damn backstabbing facker. It all sucks."
Bartender: "What are you, a lightweight? You can't be drunk, you haven't even finished your first drink."
Big Poppa: "For your information, I'm a heavyweight, wrestling wise And no, I'm not drunk, I just have extreme rage And went I don't vent it out on the clown balloon thingy I start going a bit crazy. Actually, rage has nothing to do with anything, it's basically all me. I kind of enjoy my state of mind Especially when I get pissed off. It's like I lose control, but I still know what's going on. I almost get to watch myself go crazy And the best part is, I have a choice of whether to stop myself or not, and lately my friend, I've been leading toward the not side."
Bartender: "So what are you going to go freaky and not pay?"
Big Poppa: " Can't I tell people of my methodical plan without getting a jackass response? This is EXACTLY why it sucks "
The camera fades to black
The camera fades to a shot of The God Of War, Alexander and Kull, walking backstage. The both are wearing there street clothes. Kull chugs a gator-ade. Suddenly as they turn a corner, the run straight into Canadian Kaos's very own..Hanibal. Hanibal smiles arogantly.
Hanibal: Well Well if it isn't teh Gods of Bore. Whats up boys?
Kull and Alexander look confused. But from behind Grimm slams a chair into the back of Alexanders head. Kull turns around only to be also met with a chair to the side of the head. Hanibal and Grimm stomp away. Grimm gives to final chair shots.
Hanibal: Lets go, i've got something to say..
Grimm slams the chair down one final time and they leave the gods of war motionless. The camera follows Canadian Kaos..through a hallway, up through the guerilla area, out to the stage as there music hits (Pollution by Limp Bizkit). Hanibal and Grimm waste no time taunting. They just walk to the gin as fans roar with boos.Grimm slides in under the bottom rope and violnety grabs a mic from the ring announcers hand, while Hanibal walks up the steps and into the ring.
Grimm: Candian Kaos is here and in full effect. And wether you like it or not we got something to say, so shut your mouth and listen up you stupid trash.
Fans boos echo across the arena..
Grimm: We are tired of being looked upon as jealous, tried of being looked upon as the lower team in the PWF, but when you look at our record, we are undefeated! Not once have one of these SO CALLED TAG TEAMS beat us fairly in the PWF. Alothough that may be immpressive, thats not what we are here about..
Grimms hands the mic over to Hanibal
Hanibal: The reason we are so willingly letting you bask in our presece is for one reason and one reason only. Being the caring guys we are.
both men quickly smile
Hanibal: We realized there is a fellow tag team in need. A fellow tag team without an opponent, after that Brutal Attack, it doesn't look like the Gods of war will make out here to night. Boo Hoo! Brutal Force, its as clear as day you need an opponent and who better to kick your ass then..
Suddenly, mamma said knock you out hits and Barry and Leroy emerge onto the ramp to the cheers of the fans. They hang at the back of the ramp and whisper to each other into their microphones.
Leroy: Hang on a second! These guys ain't the Gods of War!
Barry: Huh?
Barry peers at the two men in the ring.
Barry: You know, I think you are right, Leroy. That is Canadian Kaos.
Leroy: But we sent hours preparing for a plan specifically suited to combatting the strengths and weaknesses of the Gods of War! What are we gonna do?
Barry: Hmm... maybe we could adapt the plan?
Leroy: It just might work. What was the plan?
Barry: Hang on, I have it here.
Barry pats himself down and pulls a very small piece of paper from his pocket and passes it to Leroy.
Leroy: OK, lets have a look.
Barry: Can we still use the plan?
Leroy: Let's see. The plan says... KICK THEIR ASSES!!!
Barry: Well, we both have feet, so the kicking part is covered.
Leroy: Right, but what about the ass part?
Leroy turns to the crowd.
Leroy: I can't see very well from all the way back here, so we need a little help. Give us a shout out if you see a couple of asses in that ring!
The crowd cheers.
Barry: OK, the crowd says they are asses, so that part is OK too.
Leroy: I love it when a plan comes together.
Brutal Force move further down the ramp and address Canadian Kaos.
Barry: Alright, listen up you Canadian meatheads. We are Brutal Force, the PWF Hardcore Tag team Champions. And we will fight anyone, anywhere, anytime.
Leroy: So, you took out the Gods. Congratualtions! And you think you that means we should give you their match. that you should stand in for them?
Barry: Well, we say. Fine by us. You will stand in for the Gods of War. Every punch I was going to deliver to them, I will deliver to you.
Leroy: The Brutal beating they were going to take from my Mad Kung Fu Skillz, will be taken by you. And then, they were goning to look up at me from the mat and they were going to call me...
Deep Breath
Leroy: (with crowd) BBBBBRRRRRUUUUUCCCCCEEEEE!!!!!
Leroy: And now, so will you.
Barry: We were going to Brutalise them, and now... Well, let's just say that there is nothing you can do about it. Because we are Brutal Force.
Leroy: And you are just another tag team.
Brutal Force then walk down to the ring as the match gets ready to start.
Credit: Eraser
Report: The match starts off as Barry and Grimm locks up and Hanibal and Leroy start exchanging rights and lefts. Grimm gets the early advantage as he locks on a side headlock and then rolling out into a belly to back suplex. Barry crashes in the back of his neck and then slides out of the ring as Hanibal has backed Leroy into the corner and beings to put the boots to him.
Stanyer: Looks like the Canadians have taken the early advantage of the tag champs.
Dawg: Yea but I still think that Brutal Force may come out with the win.
Back in the ring Leroy is Irish whiped into the ropes and driven hard into the mat with a double spinebuster, from Grimm and Hanibal. Then out of the corner of the ring. Barry Burton slides under the ropes with a steel chair in hand and walks up behind Grimm who with his partner is taunting Leroy and the crowd. Barry taps Grimm who turns around to meet with a chair shot to the fast. Hanibal then is crushed from behind with a chair as both men fall to the mat.
Stanyer: What a chair shot. Grimm will be feeling that in the morning.
Dawg: Come on Grimm, Hanibal get up. What kind of move is that?
Barry then lift up Grimm and toss him out of the ring by his hair. Leroy then rolls out of the ring and walks around the ring to get to Grimm. Hanibal is then picked up by Barry and tosses into the ropes and hooked into a spinning back breaker. Barry then drops on top of Hanibal but don't even gets a 1 count. Outside the ring Leroy kicks Grimm in the stomach and then DDT's him onto the mats. Leroy then jumps back up and start to dig under the ring. He pulls out a broomstick and shows it to the crowd. He lifts it high in the air but it is taken away by Barry who turn around breaks it over Hanibal as is it just getting to his feet. Leroy then looks once again under the mat and find a trash can. He pulls it out but is to late because Grimm has gotten to his feet and drops kicks the trash can into Leroy's face.
Dawg: You see. Barry has just screwed his partner over.
Stanyer: It has been a pretty even match as of yet.
Barry then leaps over the top rope and lands in Grimm. He then mounts Grimm and starts to land a few right hands into Grimm's head. Hanibal slowly slides out the other side of the ring and pulls out a table from under the ring. He slides it into the ring and follows after it. He sets it up and walks over to the ropes next to the others. Hanibal reaches over the ropes and grabs Leroy by the hair and lifts him up onto the apron. Leroy then punches Hanibal in the face, which gives him time to grab Hanibal's hand, and hopes onto the top rope for a spinning head take down. He leaps off the ropes and lands on Hanibal's shoulders but is powerbombed hard through the table by Hanibal.
Dawg: Skill that is all skill.
Stanyer: Leroy is broken into half.
Hanibal the goes for the cover but is broken up by Barry who slides into the ring. Barry and Hanibal then start to exchange rights and left. Hanibal then ducks the right from Barry and at the same time Grimm Pops up from behind and hooks on the Fear Factor. Hanibal then jumps to the top ropes and signs for the Hanibal Effect. He leaps off and crashes hard onto Barry Burton.
Dawg: It is over!!!! That's it we have new tag team champions.
Grimm then walks over to Leroy and hooks on the Fear Factor as well. Hanibal then covers Barry and hooks his feet on the second rope as Grimm lies next to the ref and counts with him. 1 .... 2 .. 3!!!!!!
Dawg: What did I tell you. New Hardcore Tag Champions
Stanyer: What a match by Brutal Force.
Dawg: It was all Canadian Kaos!
Cameras cut to the PWF commisioners office, as MVD writes down some important information on some even more important documents. Fans boo as Sabre suddenly walks in, packed bags in his hands...
Sabre: 'Ahhh well... The fans tonight don't get their Air Sabre fix, and their money is ill spent on terrible matches with wrestlers that are even worse. I mean, you're the boss! Get Bloodbath to face the five time World champion over here! Everyone knows I'm the only guy here with an ounce of ability, skill....'
The fans cheer at the thought of not having to put up with Sabre for tonight, but MVD sits up and shoots that idea out of the water, gears working in his head...
MVD: 'Hold your horses there, Sabre. Now, I had planned on you helping the Russians out tonight with your tag experience tonight... but what the hell, lets make it legal. Tonight... instead of Power G and Golgotha up against the Russians, I'm officially changing that idea, swapping it for a six man tag match with The Russians and Sabre, and Golgotha, Power G... and whoever Golgy wants to pick to get their ass kicked. Happy?'
Sabre: 'No. I want my World title back against that loser Bloodbath.'
MVD: 'Well too bad, crybaby. Geeez, you're worse than that Skywalker kid from Star Wars. Now go get ready for your match... and may the force be with you!'
Sabre: 'Ahhhh blow it out your arse, Dam Vader.'
Matt leaps up from his chair, ready to boot out the annoyance, but Sabre is already out the door...
MVD: '.... sheesh.'
Golgotha is seen in the Methods of Mayhem locker room shortly after MVD's announcement. Theros is there as well, still holding on to the Golden Bible, mumbling in the background. Then, Cole T. Profit comes into the room with a concerned look on his face.
Profit: "Golgotha, did you see the news? What MVD said?"
Golgotha: "Yeah, it was on the moniter back here."
Profit: "Well, who are you going to pick as a partner?"
Golgotha: "I'm not really sure. All of the other members of the MoM have matches tonight. So I was thinking..."
Golgotha glances over at Theros as Profits eyes fill up with fear.
Profit: "Oh no...not that. Please. Can't you convince anyone else to fight with you? Why not Venom? You two used to be friends..."
Golgotha: "Truth is, in order to save Theros, we must first prove that we are his friends. We must use our deeds. Just like it says in the Bible 'People will see your good deeds and give thatnks to your Father in Heaven.' Besides, I've seen Theros in the ring first hand and he is a great wrestler."
Profit: (sarcastically) "A crazy person being a great wrestler...imagine that..."
Before Golgotha has a chance to respond, Theros starts up with his babble.
Theros: " Shiny, ..golden, pretty face"
Everyone in the room just stares at Theros.
Theros: "Look, Look!! Gold Star in the sky, NO!!!! He has taken it, it is gone, where are you? Where is my pretty face."
Everyone shakes their head at Theros, Law speaks up.
Law: "Man, and I thought Walrus was bad."
Camera fades back to the arena.
Stanyer: It sounds like Sabre has wangled his way into a match for the night, the advantage of working with the commissioner I guess.
Dawg: Definitely, MVD has just certified the result of the match, Sabre with The Russians, it's a cast iron victory.
Stanyer: I think he just wanted to shut Sabre up.
Dawg: Do not speak such blasphemy.
Stanyer: Anyway, our next match was setup earlier tonight, after an altercation in the corridor of the arena. A few words was all it took to create this match for tonight.
Thunder is heard on the oppisite side of the titantron and makes its way around each opposite sides of the arena until directly in front of the ultra-tron, then two bolts of lightning strike from the rafters, and "CLick CLick Boom", by Saliva hits and out of the smoke from the pryos come DarkStorm, he stops at the top of the ramp and folds his arms over each other, and looks around, then he drops them and runs to the ring, he slides under the bottom rope. Storm gets up and runs and jump to the second rope, he throws a hand up, and the crowd cheers.
James: Introducing from Clinton, NC weighing 230lbs, DarkStorm.Crowd Boos
"Psycho" by System of a Down hits. Crows are flying around and resting on an electric chair. Then Inmate's logo flashes as he walks through the entrance way wearing his new Jailbird t-shirt with European title flung over his shoulder.
James: Introducing from Amityville, Maine, weighing 279lbs, the PWF European Champion, Inmate 61969
Report: Inmate slides into the ring and charges at DarkStorm and spears him down before pounding his face with right hands. DarkStorm manages to throw Inmate off him and rolls out of the ring to get a quick breather. Inmate doesn't wait for him and rolls out of the ring after him. Inmate grabs Storm and slams his head into the barricade. Inmate then spins Storm around and pounds his face with right hands and then whips him hard into the steel steps. Storm gets up and trys to rest on the apron, but Inmate drives an elbow into the back of his head and then throws him back into the ring. Storm crawls over to the corner to try and escape Inmate, but he comes charging in and begins to deliver some powerful stomps to DarkStorm. Inmate pulls Storm up to his feet and then whips him to the opposite corner and then follows in with a hard clothesline. Storm staggers about for a moment, Inmate boots him in the gut and then delivers a DDT, he then covers. ..1 ..2 .. Storm kicks out. Inmate immediately rolls on top of him and begins to drive right hands into his face. Finally Storm throws Inmate off him and starts to get to his feet. Inmate doesn't make it easy, and drives his boot into the face of Storm as he gets to his feet. Inmate sends Storm to the ropes, but he makes his first mistake of the match by going down too early, and Storm quickly hooks his head and delivers a Swinging Neckbreaker. Storm stays down for a moment, before realising that he has to capitalise on the situation, and gets to his feet. Storm pulls Inmate up and delivers some fast right hands pushing Inmate back into the corner. Storm then runs up the ropes and hits the Storm Kick. Inmate shakes it off and then begins to deliver right hands to DarkStorm. Inmate whips Storm to the ropes, but Storm surprises Inmate and hits Storm on the Move (Running Hurricanranna). Inmate staggers to his feet and Storm then makes sure Inmate stays down as he hits a devastating Jumping Piledriver. DarkStorm hooks the leg. ..1 .2 .. Inmate just gets his shoulder up.
Stanyer: At first it looked like this was going to be one way traffic, but once again, DarkStorm proves just how resilient he is by somehow taking control of the match, when it looked all over for him.
Dawg: Well, he did say it wouldn't take him long to beat Inmate, let's see if what he says is true.
DarkStorm then mounts Inmate and delivers precise, but powerful right hands to his face. He then gets off and drags Inmate up to his feet. He arrogantly slaps him across the face and then throws him into the corner. Storm delivers a few kicks to the gut before he sends Inmate to the opposite corner. Storm lets Inmate bounce out of the corner and then uses both hands to lift Inmate up in the air before planting him in the middle of the ring with a Powerbomb. He pushes the legs forward for a pin. .1 ..2 .. Inmate kicks out. Storm pulls Inmate up to his feet and goes behind him for a Reverse DDT, but Inmate reverses the waistlock and then plants Inmate with the awesome Jailbreaker (Bubba Bomb). Inmate then takes a moment to catch his breath as he gets to his feet. He delivers a few sharp kicks to the head of DarkStorm. He then drags him to his feet and sends him to the ropes before sending him crashing back to the canvas with the Kitchen Sink. Inmate pulls Storm up and goes for the Death Sentence (Stone Cold Stunner), but Storm counters and pushes Inmate into the ropes, Storm then goes for a clothesline, but Inmate ducks it and then comes off the ropes and floors DarkStorm with a clothesline of his own. Storm staggers up to his feet and Inmate boots him in the gut before crushing his spine with an awesome Snap Powerbomb. Inmate hooks the leg. 1 .2 Storm just gets his shoulder up. Inmate disagrees with the referee's call, and makes his feelings quite clear about it, suddenly while he is in the middle of his argument, DarkStorm rolls him up from behind, and then quickly places his legs on the 2nd rope. The referee is already starting the count and can't see what DarkStorm was doing. .1 .2 ..3!!!! DarkStorm quickly drops his feet to the floor and rolls out of the ring. Inmate is absolutely furious and immediately gives referee Chris Regan the Death Sentence. He rolls out of the ring and goes after DarkStorm, but he is already half way up the ramp with the European Title firmly in his clutches. Inmate starts running after him, Storm goes through the curtain, and Inmate follows.
Stanyer: I can't believe the referee didn't see what Storm did, he probably deserved the Death Sentence that he got.
Dawg: That my friend, is called guile. Well, maybe not friend, but the quote doesn't sound right without it.
Stanyer: God help Storm if Inmate catches him, that is one man you DON'T piss off. He was a raving lunatic when he started here in the PWF. Now people think he is worse!!
Dawg: He wasn't in prison for nothing, and the way he's going with the PWF Staff, it won't be long before he is back there.
Stanyer: That is true, Inmate has taken a disliking for, well pretty much all the PWF Staff. Although we've survived so far.
Dawg: Worry Jay, because I won't protect you.
The scene cuts to the back where the Russians are in the gWo lockeroom. Wowbowski is polishing up their glass belt holding case, while Cossak is stretching in a lay-z-boy.
Wowbowski: tonight, ve dont get chance to vin PWF tag team title. But, it just be another night vhere playaz club be vatching back. another night vhere playaz club hide in shadow, shaking in little american bootie
Cossak: Da
Wowbowski: and tonight also be beating of Power G
Cossak: Da.
Wowbowski finishes polishing the glass and sits down in a chair near Cossak
Wowbowski: You see vhere listening to McCoy gotted you. it got you beatink from most feared men in PWF
Cossak: who is most feared men?
Wowbowski: ah muddack, ve be most feared men in PWF!
Cossak: Ve be most feared? ve must be tough.
Wowbowski: and you must be stupid. like playaz club, thinkink they be better than us Vrussians and gWo. tonight ve make mockery of everyone ve be fightingk
Cossak: ah....da?!
Wowbowski: ve be off Cossak, to get prepare for fightink tonight.
Cossak: good bye
the camera abruptly shuts off
McCoy is talking to Power G. Seems to be about nothing just general chit-chat. Power G seems oblivious to McCoy and just nods every few seconds to look like he's interested.
McCoy: So what do you think?
Power G keeps on nodding. After about 10 seconds he realises that he's been asked a question. He stares at McCoy.
McCoy: Have you been listening or what? Sheesh Power G, whats happening to you? Seems you've changed somehow. Anyway, as long as it just effect your performances in tonights match.
Power G nods this time and turns. He walks over to a comfy chair and sits. McCoy puts something in the bin. A knock at the door is heard.
McCoy: (shouts) Come in.
Guy: Hi, I've got a someone on the mobile for Power G.
McCoy looks across to Power G. G doesn't notice and gets up and begins to walk over to get the phone. McCoy suddenly speeds to the phone to beat Power G to it.
McCoy: I'll take it G. You need to....er....get ready for tonights match.
McCoy: Hello
Phone:............
McCoy: Yes
Phone:............
McCoy: Okay
Phone.........
McCoy: I'll make sure it happens..
Phone...........
McCoy: Yes, don't worry. Bye.
Power G, who is about five foot away, shoots a confused glance at McCoy.
McCoy: Don't worry G.
G is now staring at McCoy. It's clear McCoy is a bit uncomfortable by it.
McCoy: Hey, I said don't worry, didn't I? It was just my bank calling about a little deal that's about to go through. OK?
Power G stares for a second. He doesn't nod, just turns and goes back to his seat.
Stanyer: What was all that about? It seemed like McCoy was nervous about answering that telephone call.
Dawg: So he should be, the gWo are still after him, and The Russians have taken a particular liking to kicking Power G's ass.
Stanyer: Well, let's see how they do in this next match.
The huanted remix of Racktes and Drapes "Personal Jesus" blasts across the Arena. We see the words "The truth is..." come across the Ultratron as Golgotha comes out. The Hardcore Christian has a Gold bible in his right hand. Cole T. Profit, Golgothas business associate, is close behind him. Golgotha takes a knee and opens the Bible. The line "Reach out and touch faith" hits and pyros go off. The duo make their way to the ring. Golgotha high fives the fans and Profit hands out $20's to them. Golgotha gets to the ring, climbs on the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the Heavens.
James: Introducing, from Skull Canyon, Arizona, weighing 224lbs, "The Hardcore Christian" Golgotha.
Suddenly wild laughter echoes through the arena, the lights flashing purple and red. Theros appears on stage, his hands on his hips as he laughs. After several moments the laughs die off, and Ozzy's 'Crazy Train' hits. Theros stalks down towards the ring, a confident smirk on his face as the music continues to boom. Theros rolls into the ring and starts laughing again. The music then shatters into another chorus of wild laughter.
James: Introducing from Syracuse, New York, weighing 282lbs. "The Madman" Theros Macalvia Crowd gives out a big cheer
"Zombie Nation" by Kernkraft 400 plays as a Green Light descends upon the arena. The Entrance Lights flash along with the beat as the music plays. When the synth kicks in, Power G walks out with The Real McCoy as the lights flash various shades of green, both men are holding Microphones. Power G begins to hit himself to psyche himself up, before walking to the ring with the Real McCoy.
James: Introducing, from Holguin, Cuba, weighing 230lbs, Power G. Crowd cheers
A Russian flag appears on the Big Screen along as red and blue strobe lights begin to flash, after a few moments Du Hast by Rammstein kicks in. The two Russians then come walking out of the back, Wowbowski turns and looks at the picture of the flag while Cossak just walks straight to the ring. Wowbowski follows Cossak down and slides into the squared circle. He makes his way to the middle of the ring
James: Introducing from Borisovka, Russia, at a combined weight of 591lbs, Wowbowski and Cossak Joe, The Russians Crowd Boos
"Brand New Hate" by the Backyard Babies fires throughout the arena, and the crowd begin booing hoarsley as Sabre slowly struts out from behind the curtain, arms raised, taking in the negativity. He grins cockily at the fans in the the front row as he walks to the ring, before jumping onto the apron and leaping over the third rope. He then moves into the centre of the ring and slowly pretends to brush some dirt from his chest, before raising his arms again while flames erupt in a large explosion on the stage behind him...
James: Introducing from Sydney, Australia, weighing 230lbs, The Sabre. Crowd boos loudly
Report: Golgotha has a few words with his manager, Profit, and then speaks to Theros and Power G, seemingly motioning that he wants to start the match. He doesn't get much respone from Theros, who starts to wander around the ring. Golgotha pushes him back towards his corner, but the distraction allows Sabre to attack Golgotha from behind and the bell sounds to start the match. Sabre delivers a couple of quick right hands and then sends Golgotha to the ropes and then floors him with a quick back elbow. Sabre waits for Golgotha to get to his feet and then hits a hard knife edge chop, sending Golgotha back into the gWo corner. Sabre delivers a few kicks to the gut and then tags in Cossak Joe. Sabre chokes Golgotha with his foot until Cossak is ready to take over and deliver a few gut kicks to the Hardcore Christian, before the big russian pulls him out of the corner and sends him to the ropes, where Power G gets a blind tag in, Cossak floors Golgotha with a big boot, but then gets caught by Power G, who slingshots over the rope into a Missile Dropkick. Cossak Joe staggers back to his feet, only to be met with 4 fierce knife edge chops from Power G, each drawing a loud "whooo!!" from the crowd. Power G then sends Cossak to the ropes and then drives him into the mat with the Back Body Flip. Power G hooks the leg. ..1 .2 Cossak powers out. G pulls the Russian up to his feet and then whips him to his corner. He then tags in Theros, who does absolutely nothing, and doesn't even climb into the ring. Only after Golgotha has a few words in his ear does he get into the ring.
Stanyer: Golgotha and Power G are in for a long night if this is how Theros responds to being tagged in.
Dawg: Golgotha should know better, trying to rehabiliatate Theros, how much more stupid can you get?
Stanyer: Give the man a break, he is a Christian, and his religion means that he must try and help other people when he has the chance, unlike you, who wouldn't give 2 cents to anyone, even it was their last request.
Dawg: Damn right, if the man's going to die, then what's the point of me giving him my money.
Theros gets in the ring and sees Cossak getting to his feet, he cautiously walks towards him and does little more than prod him with his boot. Golgotha and Power G are shaking their heads on the apron. Theros then prods Cossak with his fist. Cossak is now back on his feet and Theros goes for a punch, but Cossak ducks it and then power clotheslines Theros to the mat. Cossak looks at Theros and shakes his head in confusion, before dragging him over to his corner, where he tags in his steady partner, Wowbowski. Wowbowski sends Theros to the ropes and then drives him into the canvas with a Samoan Drop. He hooks the leg. .1 2 . Golgotha comes in and breaks up the count, as he wonders if Theros still knows how to kick out of a pinfall. Wowbowski gives Golgotha a stare before he picks Theros up off his feet. He casually delivers a couple of nice jabs, and then a big uppercut sends Theros staggering around the ring. Wowbowski then hooks Theros up and drives him into the mat with his trademark Russian Leg Sweep. Which of course, nobody delivers better. He then drags him over to his corner, and tags in Sabre, who quickly slingshots over the rope onto the 2nd rope and then into a Moonsault Press Pin. ..1 .2 .. Theros kicks out. Sabre pulls Theros into the middle of the ring and drags him to his feet. Sabre then points towards Golgotha and Power G, distracting referee Morgan Black for a split second, and uses that time to poke Theros in the eye. On the apron, The Russians are laughing their heads off. Sabre delivers a couple of right hands and then he plants Theros into the mat with a Sitout Powerbomb, but rather than cover, he decides to show off to the crowd by climbing to the top rope. Sabre then shouts to the crowd, "Watch this". Sabre then tightrope walks along the ropes until he gets to the middle of the ring and then he shows amazing balance by turning to face Theros, and then using the ropes as a slingshot to deliver an awesome Flipping Leg Drop. Sabre gets up and proudly shows off to the fans that he pulled off such an amazing move. But all he gets are boos and jeers for his arrogance. Sabre waves them off and tags Wowbowski back in.
Stanyer: Sabre may be one of the most talented wrestlers in the PWF today, but he's also one of the most arrogant, I'm surprised he and MVD can work together.
Dawg: Are you implying that MVD is arrogant?
Stanyer: Implying? I'd have thought it was rather obvious .
Dawg: That is because you are a fool.
Wowbowski comes in and pulls Theros up to his feet. Profit, Golgotha and even the Real McCoy are shouting instructions to Theros, but they don't seem to be getting through. Wowbowski sets Theros up for the Fall of Communism, but suddenly Theros elbows him off, Wowbowski is caught by surprise, even more so when Theros suddenly starts to hit him with right hands. Theros then whips Wowbowski to the corner and then follows in and hits Negative Space (Spear to the back in corner). As Wowbowski clutches his back in the corner, Golgotha is screaming for Theros to tag him, but each time he asks for a tag, Theros points upwards. Theros then starts to climb the turnbuckle, and Golgotha holds his head in his hands. Theros then waits for Wowbowski to get up and then flies off with the stunning Insanities Decent (Flying Roundhouse Kick). Afterwards Theros staggers up to his feet and staggers around the ring, he comes close to Power G, who manages to reach out and get in a tag. He gets into the ring and immediately covers Wowbowski. 1 .2 Cossak Joe breaks up the count, followed by Sabre jumping in with an attack. Golgotha comes in and floors Sabre with a clothesline. Power G starts to deliver his awesome knife edge chops to Cossak, he grabs his arm and then smashes his neck with the devastating Mini Chops. Golgotha pounds Sabre into the corner and then he gets on his hands and knees and calls to Power G, who charges in and hits Air on a G String (Poetry in Motion). Sabre staggers out of the corner and Golgotha plants him into the canvas with the Sinner's Slam (Pump Handle Slam. Power G goes for the G Power Slam on Cossak, but he escapes, and we see that Wowbowski is up. He lifts Power G up, and Cossak comes off the ropes and levels him with a clothesline. Theros is still "hiding" in the corner, for some reason or other. The Russians attack Golgotha and deliver a Double Flapjack, dropping Golgotha gut first on the top rope. As Golgotha writhes in pain by the apron, Profit passes him the Golden Bible. Suddenly, at the sight of the Golden Bible, Theros springs to life. Golgotha is trying to get to his feet, but Theros is trying to rip the bible out of his hands. Theros gives one great tug and the bible slips from Golgotha's fingers, and he loses his balance. This gives Sabre the oppurtunity to hit the Sabre's Edge (Rios Driver). Sabre then hooks the leg. ..1 .2 .3!!! The Russians make sure Power G doesn't break the count. Theros is too busy cradling his beloved Golden Bible to be interested.
Stanyer: Profit is not a happy man at the moment.
Dawg: Neither would I be, the way Theros has been going recently, costing Golgotha matches. Why he puts up with him, I don't know. And why is he so obsessed with that Golden Bible?
Stanyer: He's insane, what did you expect?
Again the camera finds the one, the only, the "Real Show" Big Poppa sitting on the same stool we last saw him on.
Big Poppa: " And did I tell you I used to dance for fun? Man I miss those days. Everything sucks now. I was an award-winning dancer. I had my own instruction booklet, and that got an award too. I tried to make it one of those books that every kid in school has to read Guess what? It didn't work. That's another reason why it sucks."
Bartender: " "
Big Poppa: "And you know who else sucks? Your sister."
Bartender: "Hey."
Big Poppa: "Sorry, I had to make sure you were paying attention. And another thing that sucks is "
Suddenly the main door opens, and in walks Dark Raven. She looks a bit concerned. Big Poppa looks over her way and shakes his head.
Big Poppa: "Go away."
Dark Raven: "Ok, I didn't want to do this, but being nice sucks. Poppa, you are going to get your ass up and get into the car with me."
Big Poppa: " "
Dark Raven: "I'm not asking, I'm telling. I am damn sure of something that just might make you feel better. So if you get in the @#%$ car I'll tell you about it as we go to the arena."
Big Poppa: "But "
Dark Raven: "And if you don't I'm going to kick you in the balls."
Big Poppa: "The balls?"
Dark Raven: "The balls."
Big Poppa: "Bah. That's not fair."
Dark Raven: "T-minus 10 seconds till balls kicking."
Big Poppa: "Ok, ok. I'll get up. But that doesn't mean I have to be "
Dark Raven: "AND you'll be cheerful all the way to the car. You have 3 seconds left."
Big Poppa finishes his drink, gets up, and starts to exit.
Bartender: "What about "
Dark Raven: "Shut up."
The camera fades to black.
Report: MVD starts out the match, and seems to be demanding to face Rookie. Rookie is quite happy to accept the challenge. The two men circle each other. Finally they go in for a tie up, but Rookie surprises MVD with a hard right hand. He then backs it up with a couple more and whips MVD to the ropes, Rookie then goes for a clothesline, but MVD ducks it and then comes off the ropes and knocks Rookie down with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Rookie gets to his feet and MVD scores with a number of quick forearms to the face, he then sends Rookie to the corner, where he follows in and goes for a Monkey Flip, but Rookie spectacuarly lands on his feet. MVD turns around and Rookie boots him in the gut and then delivers a nice Vertical Suplex. MVD gets to his feet and Rookie boots him in the gut, backing him into the ropes, before he whips him off and then Rookie shows his skills by taking MVD down with a picture perfect Dropkick to the face. Rookie pulls MVD up and throws him into the Playaz Club corner. He delivers a few boots to the gut and then tags in Davey K. The two deliver an impactful Double Suplex to MVD and then Davey covers, as Rookie leaves the ring. 1 .2 MVD kicks out. Davey pulls up MVD and drives into him with some big right hands. Davey whips MVD to the ropes and then he takes him over with a nice Hiptoss. Davey then waits for MVD to get up and then drives his face into the mat with the K-Factor (Running Bulldog). Davey hooks the leg. 1 .2 .. Hunt breaks up the count. Davey pulls MVD up and delivers a nice Martial Art's punch to the gut and then he comes off the ropes and delivers a Swinging Neckbreaker. He then covers. .1 2 MVD kicks out.
Stanyer: Our commissioner doesn't seem to be doing so well, considering he booked this match.
Dawg: I hate you, almost as much as I hate the Playaz Club.
Stanyer: Ah, you gotta love it when MVD is getting his ass kicked.
Dawg: Good thing it's a rare event then isn't it?
Davey pulls MVD up and takes him over to his corner and tags in Rookie, the two then stomp MVD down in the corner. Davey finally leaves the ring and Rookie drags MVD up to his feet. He delivers a few right hands and then lifts MVD up to the top rope. Rookie climbs up and hooks MVD up for a Superplex, but MVD fights out of it and pushes Rookie to the floor. MVD then stands up and flies off with a devastating Missile Dropkick. After taking a moment to catch his breath, MVD manages to crawl over and tag in Jason Hunt. He comes in and makes sure Rookie stays down by delivering the Six Pack Revolver (FameAsser). Hunt then mounts Rookie and drives precise right hands into his forehead. Hunt then hooks the leg for a cover. .1 .2 .. Rookie kicks out. Hunt drags him up to his feet and then plants him with a Snap Suplex, he hangs on and drags Rookie up for a 2nd Snap Suplex, he hangs on for a third time and pulls Rookie up, he goes for a third suplex, but Rookie blocks it and then delivers the Number 1 Pick (DDT). Rookie hooks the leg. ..1 .2 . Hunt kicks out. Rookie begins to crawl to his corner looking for a tag, but Hunt is quicker than him, and tags in MVD, who rushes in and pulls Rookie away from his corner. MVD drags Rookie to his feet and delivers some powerful forearms before he delivers a powerful Leg Sweep and then comes off the ropes and hits a Rolling Senton Splash. MVD hooks the leg. 1 2 Davey comes in and breaks up the count. MVD smiles as he pulls Rookie towards the corner and then climbs to the 2nd rope. MVD does a two thumb taunt while looking at Davey K, and of course saying "Mu-Ha-Ha". He then dives off and connects with the Stinky Leg Drop. MVD then covers. ..1 .2 .. Rookie kicks out. MVD gets up and tags in Jason Hunt, who is happy to throw Rookie into the corner and deliver some hard kicks to his chest.
Stanyer: The gWo have taken firm control of this match, but the question on everyone's minds is will they get TOO arrogant, and TOO cocky, and cost themselves the match. Because there is no doubt, that when they put in the effort, that any of the gWo can win any match, on any day.
Dawg: Finally you admit that the gWo are quite simply, the best. You took your time about it though, everyone else had accepted it an absolute age ago.
Stanyer: I didn't say they were the best, I just said that they could win any match, at any time. But that applies to a lot of people who are NOT in the gWo, Homicide for example.
Dawg: Why'd you bring his name into this? He's a nobody, let him stay that way.
Stanyer: I hate to say it, but Homicide is by no means a nobody. You are most mistake
Dawg: Do you mind? Trying to watch the greatest tag team in pro wrestling destroy the worst tag team in pro wrestling.
Hunt whips Rookie out of the corner and then follows him into the other corner and connects with a High Calf Kick. Hunt watches Rookie fall on his face and then comes off the ropes to deliver a Leg Drop to the back of his neck. He rolls him over and hooks the leg. 1 .2 .. Rookie kicks out. Hunt drags Rookie a little further from the ropes and then leaves him with a last boot to his face. He then climbs to the top rope. Hunt then delivers an amazing Shooting Star Press. He hooks the leg. 1 .2 .. Davey K breaks up the count. Hunt pulls Rookie up and tags in MVD. Hunt lifts Rookie up in the air, and then tosses him, so MVD can deliver the Front Face Neckbreaker. MVD hooks the leg. .1 2 .. Davey K only just manages to reach Rookie in time to break the count. MVD sends Davey sprawling through the ropes with a clothesline to the back of his head, as he was heading back to his corner. MVD then pulls up Rookie and delivers a few kicks to his head and then then lifts him up and dumps him on the top turnbuckle. MVD then springboards onto the top rope and then goes for a FrankenSteiner, but Rookie shows strength that is surprising for a man who has been on the end of a beating for a good while, and catches MVD mid-move to plant him in the middle of the ring with an awesome Super-Bomb. Both men stay down.
Stanyer: What a stunning counter from the Rookie, he dug deep to find the strength to pull off that move.
Dawg: He got lucky, MVD must have relaxed for a moment, perhaps he was distracted by a gorgeous lady in the crowd.
Stanyer: Give up with the excuses for your toy boy, and accept the fact that he made a mistake.
Dawg: Toy Boy? I'm a supporter of the gWo. Toy Boy indeed ..
Mark Johnson has begun a ten count, but both men slowly begin to crawl towards their corners. Both men make tags at the same time. A massive cheer goes up for Davey K as he charges in at Hunt and scores with a series of right hands. He quickly sends Hunt to the ropes and floors him with the Kashikaze (Clothesline from Hell). Amazingly Hunt staggers up to his feet. Davey K quickly hits a Northern Lights Suplex, with a bridge. ..1 ..2 MVD breaks up the count. Rookie comes in and floors MVD with a clothesline, sending him rolling out of the ring. Davey K pulls Hunt up and throws him into the corner where he begins to pound his face with right hands. Davey K whips Hunt out of the corner. Hunt hits the opposite turnbuckle, but bursts out with a clothesline, only for Davey K to duck it and Hunt accidentally clothesline Mark Johnson, the referee. Hunt turns back to Davey, and gets clocked with the Davey KO (Sweet Chin Music). Davey covers, but then he sees that the referee is unconcious. He then smiles and rolls out of the ring, he picks up a Steel Chair. He gets back in and tells Hunt to get to his feet. Slowly but surely he obliges and Davey then cracks the chair over his skull. Davey then turns around to throw the chair out of the ring, but he turns straight into a Vandaminator from MVD. Rookie seems to be out of it on the floor. MVD then sees that the ref is waking up, and pushes the chair out of the ring. He then climbs to the top rope and delivers a perfect Five Star Frog Splash to Davey K. Mark Johnson sees the cover and makes a slow count. 1 .2 .3!!!!! MVD & Hunt pick up the win.
Stanyer: MVD picks up the win, with a little bit of luck, and a helping hand from a Steel Chair.
Dawg: Which Davey K brought into the ring, not MVD, he has only himself to blame.
Stanyer: Well at least Hunt didn't pick up his 4th pinfall over Davey, at least that's something we can take out of this match.
Dawg: He still lost though.
Stanyer: I am glad that we have now ran out of time, because I don't think I could put up with you rambling on about this win all night. Thanks for watching folks.
We fade out to a shot of MVD & Hunt having their arms raised in the aisle by the referee, while the tired looking Rookie, and a busted open Davey K recover in the ring.