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National Car Rental Centre
Ft. Lauderdale, Florida
Sunday June 16th 2002
Attendance: 20,119
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome to ESPN's Sunday Night Havoc. We are all under the control of the all powerful Matt Van Dam folks, and I have no doubt that he is going to make an appearance very soon.
Dawg: Indeed, it's about time the PWF had the direction of someone with class and talent, MVD is the perfect man to lead the PWF into the next generation.
Stanyer: Indeed, if MVD remains in control, I believe that the PWF will have precisely 1 wrestler left in 6 months time, and that will be MVD himself.
Dawg: Jealous as always.
Stanyer: Yeah, I'd love to be the most hated man in wrestling, honest .
Dawg: You wish you could be half the man that . (MVD's music hits).
Stanyer: Speak of the devil.
"Snap your Fingers, Snap your Neck" hits as MVD makes his way down to the ring, his wife, Jennifer Van Dam in tow. He climbs into the ring with his usual confidence and asks for a microphone.
MVD: "Ah, it's good to be somewhere where there is a little sunshine."
MVD actually gets a decent pop from the crowd for this comment.
MVD: "It's just a shame we have to go to Florida to get the sunshine."
MVD gets his more familiar chorus of boos and jeers.
MVD: "It makes no difference, come sunshine or rain, the gWo always prevails, and tonight will be no different, in fact tonight will in fact be quite special. As every member of the gWo is in action tonight, and with 4 victories out of 4, it will be a glorious night for the gWo."
An asshole chant is directed towards MVD, while a number of fans direct a "slut" chant towards JVD.
MVD: "You can chant all the names you want, it won't make the slightest bit of difference. Just like at House of Pain. Bloodbath can bring all his darkness, his blood, and the few friends he has to the PPV. None of it matters, as you will all see me, M V D (with two thumb taunt) crowned the new PWF World Heavyweight Champion. And about time too."
Crowd is just continuously booing MVD.
MVD: "Tonight I will demonstrate exactly what I will do to Bloodbath when I take apart The Rookie. And the rest of the gWo will set the example for all to follow. Shortly, Jason Hunt will DESTROY that pesky Playaz Club fool, Masta P. Afterwards, Sabre will "exorcise" Golgotha. And then The Russians will make themselves the #1 contenders to the Tag Titles, all that will happen tonight. And there isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it. You know why, because I'm the commissioner. And if anyone wants to argue about it, I'll be in the gWo locker room all evening. But everyone in the back should remember, you might be let into the gWo locker room. But it's MY decision as to whether I let you out . MU HA HA"
MVD tosses the mic away as he leaves to his music.
Stanyer: MVD as cocky and as arrogant as he always is, will anyone be able to stop the gWo tonight, only time will tell.
Dawg: It's a gWo night Jason, and you know it.
The Camera cuts to Tedison, Frost, and Mayhem, who are all looking a little abused, standing in a circle
Tedison: Alright boys Rock Paper Scissors, Loser does it.
Mayhem and Frost nod, all three looking a little worried
Tedison: 1 2 3 shoot!
Both Tedison and Frost throw paper, while Mayhem throws Rock
Mayhem: DAMN! Whaddya say 2 outta 3 guys.
Frost: We'll send ya a card in ICU Johnny.
Mayhem: Awww Fuck me!
Tedison: and Frost: No.
Camera cuts to interviewing table
Dawg: What were they doing?
Stanyer: Deciding who will interview Inmate.
Dawg: Poor bastards.
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome back, we are just about ready to see the debut of two brand new PWF Superstars, recently signed this week. One is Michael "Splinter" Gaines, and the other is "The Nightmare" Brian Lee.
Dawg: It's nice to see some new talent getting a crack at the PWF, it's a long way to the top, and this is just the beginning for them. Lets see how they get on.
Report: The two PWF newcomers circle around each other, they tie up in the center of the ring. Brian Lee, the bigger and stronger of the two men takes Splinter into a waistlock. Splinter counters by twisting out into an arm wrench, which Lee quickly counters with a Hammerlock, which is also immediately countered by Splinter into a Top Wristlock. Lee breaks it with a knee to the gut and then delivers a couple of powerful right hands to Splinter, pushing him into the ropes. He then sends him to the other side and then takes him down with a stunning Calf Kick. Splinter is quick to his feet where Lee connects with a couple of forearms and then sends Splinter into the corner. Splinter hits the turnbuckle hard and bounces out, where Lee comes off the ropes and drives Splinter's face into the canvas with a Facecrusher. Lee comes off the ropes and hits a Leg Drop to the back of Splinter's head and then rolls him over for an early cover. .1 .2 .. Splinter easily kicks out. Lee pulls Splinter up to his feet, but he counters by getting in a few rabbit punches to the gut of Brian Lee. Splinter then pushes him into the ropes and then snaps him over with a nice Arm Drag. Lee rolls through to his feet and immediately charges at Splinter, who again snaps him over with an Arm Drag. Frustrated, Lee charges in a third time, where Splinter snaps him over with a Japanese Arm Drag and locks in the Sitting Reverse Armbar. Brian Lee fights his way to his feet and then breaks the hold by pushing Splinter into the ropes. Lee goes for a clothesline but Splinter ducks it and then uses the 2nd rope as a Springboard to catch Lee with a Sidekick to the Jaw. Lee gets to his feet checking his jaw, Splinter takes this oppurtunity to hit him with a perfect Snap Suplex, he then floats over into a cover. 1 .2 Lee kicks out.
Stanyer: Impressive starts from the two newcomers to the PWF.
Dawg: It's a long road to the top here in the PWF, both of these men will have to work very hard, and for a long time if they want to join the elite here in the PWF.
Splinter pulls Lee up to his feet and hits him with a couple of quick forearms before sending him to the ropes, he then snaps him over with a perfect Hurricanranna, but rather than hang on for the pin, he runs to the ropes and springboards off with a perfect Asai Moonsault and lands perfectly on Brian Lee. He quickly hooks the leg. .1 ..2 . Lee kicks out. Splinter climbs up to the top rope as Lee staggers to his feet. Splinter dives off and floors Lee with a perfect Missile Dropkick. Lee staggers up to his feet and Splinter quickly plants him with a perfect Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge. .1 .2 .. Brian Lee just manages to kick out in time. Splinter pulls up Brian Lee and sends him to the ropes, he goes for a Spinning Heel Kick, but Lee ducks it and then quickly hooks the head of Splinter to plant him in the middle of the ring with a Reverse DDT. Both men take a few moments rest before they both begin to get to their feet. Lee scores with a right hand, but Splinter comes back with a right hand. The two men begin to exchange right hands until Splinter breaks the duel with a knee to the gut. Splinter then goes for a big Haymaker, but Lee ducks it and then scores with a Thai Roundhouse Kick that catches Splinter clean on the jaw, and sends him staggering backwards into the ropes. Lee then charges and Spinning Wheel Kicks Splinter over the top rope to the floor, and stylishly hanging onto the top rope so he lands on the apron. He immediately begins to climb to the top rope and then looks backwards at Splinter on the ground before diving off with the State of Suicide (Moonsault), crushing Splinter on the floor. Brian Lee then rolls around feeling the after effects of his amazing stunt.
Stanyer: We've heard that Brian Lee does some pretty insane stunts, but we never thought he'd do one like that in his very first match.
Dawg: It's a risky business, one mistake, and your career could be over. And that wouldn't be a good thing to do on your PWF debut.
Stanyer: Indeed, but from what I have previously seen of Brian Lee, he has always been a risk taker. But then again, so has Splinter, in fact both men came from Hardcore federations, so high spots like that Moonsault are second nature to them.
Dawg: Well, it's their career I suppose.
Lee is back up and he immediately rolls in and out of the ring to break the referee's 20 count. He then jumps onto the barricade in one single motion. He balances himself and then dives off backwards with a Corkscrew Leg Drop. Lee drags the groggy Splinter to his feet and then rolls him into the ring. Lee climbs up and then immediately climbs to the top rope. He waits for Splinter to get up, and then dives off with what looks like a Cross Body Block, but Splinter counters with a High Dropkick catching Lee in the gut and sending him crashing down hard onto the canvas. Both men stay down. Splinter is the first to make his way to his feet. He pulls Brian Lee up and pushes him into the corner where he delivers a few kicks to the gut and then whips him to the opposite corner. He then runs in and does a Handstand hooks the head of Lee and looks for a Hurricanranna, but Lee has hold of the top rope, and is going nowhere. With his momentum lost, Splinter has no choice but to hold on with his legs, or fall on his head. Lee shows his strength by powering Splinter up and then carrying him to the middle of the ring where he plants him with a Sitout Tiger Bomb, he holds on for the pin. ..1 .2 Splinter gets his shoulder up just in time. Brian Lee pulls Splinter up to his feet and boots him in the gut and then delays before hitting the Insanity Driver (Stalling Piledriver). He climbs to the top rope and then flies off and connects with Guillotine Lee (Guillotine Leg Drop). He hooks the leg. ..1 ..2 Splinter just gets his shoulder up. Brian Lee pulls Splinter up and goes behind looking for Eyes Wide Shut (Sleeper Drop), but Splinter counters with a Mule Kick. Splinter then slams the mat and then rolls out of the ring. He grabs the ring announcers, James Smith, and throws him off his chair. He then grabs the Steel Chair James was sitting on. He rolls into the ring, Referee Duane Dibley tries to get him to put the chair down, but Splinter pushes him away and then cracks the Steel Chair over Brian Lee's head. Duane Dibley immediately signals for the bell.
Stanyer: Now that was just plain stupid, he just got himself disqualified on his PWF debut.
Dawg: I'd call it a good tactical move, your one of two newcomers here in the PWF. Brian Lee was clearly trying to outdo Splinter with his high flying moves, so Splinter decided to take Brian Lee out.
Stanyer: Oh no, what the hell is he doing now?
Splinter has dragged Lee over to the corner, and then placed the chair on top of his chest. Splinter then climbs to the top rope. He then scores the Reality Rift Splash (450 Splash), crushing Lee underneath the steel chair. Splinter rolls out of the ring holding his gut, and receiving a chorus of boos from the crowd. Splinter trash talks towards Lee as he backs up the ramp.
Stanyer: Brian Lee's PWF career could have been cut very short by the evil intentions of Splinter. There was uncalled for.
Dawg: Brian Lee will be lucky if he has survived this. Either way, I'd say that was a clever move from Splinter, eliminate your rivals, before they eliminate you, that's the way this game is played.
Stanyer: In my opinion, Splinter has done himself no favours at all. He won't make many friends in the back if that is what he does to his opponents.
Dawg: That's where your wrong, he'll make plenty of friends, as there are a lot of people who think just like him.
Ted Tedison is backstage, when the camara pans out, it shows Masta P standing next to him, when the crowd see him a massive cheer erupts, the water guy is also there
Tedison: Im here, with a man who has a lot on his plate, for tonight he is facing the gWo's Jason Hunt and in a few weeks time will be defending his tag team titles against the winners of the Brutal Force, Russians match.
Masta P: Woah there Ted, a lot on my plate, i belive i will be the one who decides when theres to much and im not even started yet.
Tedison: Sorry Masta P, you seem to be a little fustrated tonight.
Masta P: Yeah Ted i am, let me tell you, the people and especially the gWo why.
Masta P removes his sunglasses, looks into the camara and the back at Ted
Masta P: gWo, last week on Havoc you brutally attacked Davey K and the Rookie, and why, why i hear you say, why does Masta P care, he wasnt there, he wasnt the one been beaten. Well I'll tell you why, The Playaz club are united, you hurt one you hurt them all, And so tonight im seeking retrebution and unluckely for Jason Hunt its he that is in my path.
Tedison: Yes but before we talk about your match tonight i just want your thought on you and the Z
Masta P: Mr Z to you Ted
Tedison: You and Mr Z having to face the Winners of The Brutal force, Russians match at the next ppv with your tag titles on the line.
Masta P: Ted last week Me and the Z, were given the night off and we sat backstage and watched these two so called teams in action. And you know what, i dont think me and the Z have much to fear. Now dont get me wrong i have a lot of respect for Brutal force, and they were probably the Best Hardcore Tag Champions the PWF have ever had. But thats all they will ever be, Hardcore tag champs and never the World tag team champions because only the best of the best reach that level and Brutal force fall just to short.
Tedison:What about the Russians?
Masta P: Ted, do i have to tell you week after week what i think of the Russians. Every week you ask me, every week i tell you they suck, do you think im going to change my mind and say "Actully Ted i think the Russians are the complete tag team with buckets full of personality and charisma" Its not going to happen is it Ted? Next Question.
Tedison: Ok tonight, Masta P vs Jason Hunt, any comments?
Masta P: Well ted lets just do a summary of Jason Hunts Short time so far in the PWF. Talk talk talk talk talk talk talk Sellout to the gWo, talk talk talk talk talk Wet Pants talk talk talk talk talk talk lose to davey K talk talk talk talk talk Lose to Masta P tonight. So Jason, get ready for a Playaz club ass kicking.
Tedison: Any last comments Masta P?
Masta P: Yeah this is a message to Davey K, dude i know you wont appreciate me doing this, but tonight im going to make sure that Jason Hunt doesnt make it to the PPV. Oh Ted i got something for you.
Masta P Hands Ted a pair of earplugs, and a pillow
Tedison: what are these for Masta P?
Masta P: Well Ted im sure the Mr Hunt will have something to say, so its better to take precautions against his dreary, boring, monatone voice.
Tedison: Umm Thanks?
Masta P: Your Welcome Ted, goodnight.
Masta P walks away leaving Ted clutching the Pillow and earplugs
Hunt is seen watching Masta P on the monitors and he breaks out into laughter.
MVD: What's so funny, JHE?
Hunt: This JasonHolic, Masta P thinks he can beat the Fastest Rising Superstar EVA! That's what is hilarious.
MVD: That is pretty facking funny.
Hunt: Well Masta P, you rap star wanna be. You have gotten your wish and you get to face me in a match tonight. I hope you are ready to receive the biggest ass kicking you will ever get.
Hunt goes over to the water cooler and pours himself a cup of water and he downs it.
Hunt: Water?
MVD: Nah...
Hunt: Why the hell is this Davey K character injured? Whatever happened to him to take himself off the active list? He is obviously faking this whole injury thing just so he can have time to prepare for the match as House Of Pain against me. He is running scared, really. But I don't blame him, if I were a low life like Masta P and I had to take on Jason Hunt I would piss my pants. I would run in the corner and break down crying, knowing that I would get my ass handed to me like neva eva before.
Ted Tedison breaks into the room and he heads straight for Hunt.
Tedison: Jason Hunt, tonight you have a...
Hunt: Yes butt pirate, I already know.
Tedison: Well it's just that...
Hunt: That?
Tedison: You never seem prepared and never know who you are facing.
Hunt: It's not that I don't know, it's that I just don't care. Masta P wants to talk about my career in the Pwf? He wants to talk about what I have done. Far more then you will ever amount to my little JasonHolic. You see the only thing that has eluded me in the Pwf is a title. And I want a title, and i'm not going to stop til I get one. But do I need one know? Not at all. I already know I am the best damn thing this company has. I don't need some hunk of metal to prove it.
Tedison: What is your strategy going in against Masta P?
Hunt: Masta who?
Tedison: P.
Hunt: Who's gotta pee?
Tedison: No, no Masta P.
Hunt: Who's gotta take a mega pee?
Tedison: Oh nevermind.
Hunt: Oooh Teddy, you know i'm just kidding with ya. But in all honesty who is this random spurt of a wrestler known as Masta P coming in here and talking shit about Jason Hunt? Some Playaz Club poser I presume?
Tedison: Yes, he is in the Playaz Club.
Hunt: So a bonified penis wrinkle. Gotcha. He will most def be taken lightly, i'm not going to worry about him one bit. Now tell Davey K, that at House Of Pain, he wont be so lucky like he was at Battle Of Britian.
Hunt walks off and goes to his locker room laughing at Masta P to finish getting ready...
Stanyer: As usual, the Playaz Club and the gWo have plenty to say about each other. In fact they seem to have an awful lot to say about each other.
Dawg: Yeah, I wish somebody could shut up the Playaz Club, that way the gWo could just carry on with their work.
Stanyer: I'd prefer it to be the other way around, the gWo shutting up.
Report: Hunt circles around the big man. Masta P goes for a grapple, but Hunt ducks under it and then takes P down with a perfect chop block. He then mounts Masta P and pounds his face with right hands, but the power of the big man takes over and he throws him to one side. Masta P gets up and then connects with a series of powerful right hands sending Hunt into the corner. Masta P then follows up with some viscious body punches and then whips Hunt to the opposite corner. Masta P follows in with a powerful clothesline. Masta P then pulls Hunt out of the corner and then lifts him up for a Vertical Suplex, he holds him in the air for a good while, and then drives him hard into the canvas. Masta P then covers. 1 ..2 . Hunt kicks out. Masta P mounts Hunt and hits powerful and precise right hands before bringing Hunt to his feet and then sending him to the ropes, only for Hunt to surprise him with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Masta P gets up, and Hunt hits a couple of right hands and then a boot to the gut, before he delivers a nice swinging neckbreaker.
Stanyer: It's the classice big man versus the smaller man match. Always interesting to see if the smaller man can take out his much more powerful opponent.
Dawg: Yeah, I know, but seriously, should you be calling Masta P the smaller man? I mean the guy is about 6'7".
Stanyer: That's not what I said??
Dawg: Of course you did, you referred to Hunt, who is one of the biggest superstars, and Masta P, a complete and total jobber.
Stanyer: I was reffering to their physical size.
Dawg: Physical size? As if that matters .
Hunt pulls Masta P up to his feet and then hits a couple of quick forearms before sending him to the ropes, he then snaps him over with a Hurricanrann and pulls his legs back for the pin. .1 2 Masta P kicks out. Hunt comes off the ropes as P is getting up and then violently drives his right knee into Masta P's forehead. Masta P starts to get up, but Hunt drives his face into the canvas with the Six Pack Revolver (FameAsser). Hunt hooks the leg. ..1 ..2 .. Masta P kicks out. Hunt climbs to the top rope as Masta P gets to his feet. Hunt flies off and connects with a Missile Dropkick. Masta P staggers up to his feet, Hunt boots him in the gut and then hits a quick DDT and then covers. 1 .2 . Masta P powers out. Masta P gets to his feet and takes a couple of Hunt right hands before blocking one and then flooring Hunt with an uppercut. Hunt moves quickly to hit Masta P with a Drop Toe Hold, and then quickly locks in the STF. Hunt wrenches back on P's neck.
Stanyer: The Stepover Toehold Facelock, a very painful submission hold, and one that Masta P needs to escape from quickly.
Dawg: He needs to get to the ropes, as there is no way he will break the hold with his strength, Hunt has the hold on perfectly.
Referee Carlton Rock checks to see if Masta P wants to give up, but he refuses, he then begins to pull himself towards the ropes, Hunt tightens the hold as much as he can, and this slows P down, but with one last gasp he reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. Carlton Rock calls for the break, but Hunt won't let go, and only does so on the 5 count. Hunt then pulls Masta P up and sends him to the ropes, but Masta P reverses and then nearly takes Hunt's head off with the Bling Bling (Test Boot). Masta P then collapses backwards onto the mat.
Stanyer: Both men down and out, the first one to get back up will have a major advantage in this contest.
Dawg: Come on Hunt. You can do this.
Both men get to their feet at about the same time, Hunt swings the first right hand, but Masta P blocks it and then begins to power into Hunt with awesome right hands. He sends Hunt to the ropes and then hits a Sidewalk Slam which makes the ring look like an Earthquake just struck. Masta P is fired up and summons Hunt to get to his feet. He then throws him powerfully into the corner. He whips him to the opposite side and charges in with a big splash. Masta P refuses to let Hunt fall to the floor and instead lifts him high into the air with a Military Press and then throws him half way across the ring. Hunt makes his way back to his feet only for Masta P to send him into the ropes and then finds himselfs airbourne as P hits a one man Flapjack. Masta P then sets Hunt up for the Masta Bomb, but Hunt counters with a Back Body Drop. Hunt is still recovering from P's onslaught, allowing Masta P to get up quickly and lock in a waistlock. But Hunt is aware and counters with a Mule Kick. As Masta P staggers around holding his family jewels. Hunt scores with a perfect Superkick. He then hooks the leg. .1 .2 ..3!!! Hunt rolls out of the ring immediately, Carlton Rock follows him out to raise his hand. Masta P gets up and the two exchange words as Hunt backs up the ramp.
Stanyer: Hunt picks up the win, thanks to a move that is meant to be illegal.
Dawg: When was the last time someone got disqualified for a Mule Kick?
Stanyer: I can't remember anyone EVER being disqualified for a mule kick, not in the PWF anyway.
Dawg: Come to think of it, when was the last time someone got dq'd for a Low Blow?
Stanyer: That would be on the last Havoc, when Loki did that dropkick on Law.
Dawg: Oh, I'd forgotten about that, damn .
Suddenly Davey K's music hits and the Superstar appears at the top of the entrance with a mic in one hand, he has a plaster of his nose, a black eye and is walking with a slightl limp
Davey K: Hello Jason, whats wrong? You look a little shocked? Did you really think that you and MVD could seriously put me out of action that badly that I couldnt show at Havoc!
The crowd gives a massive cheer and a "Davey K" chant begins
Davey K: I mean, a show without me, its a ratings disaster. I was warned not to wrestle tonite, so I took the docs advice and have stayed clear of the squared circle. So there I was sat at home, watching TV and thinking to myself what a jackass you were, when all of a sudden I thought to myself, Davey K must show his face at Havoc. I mean do you like your job Jason?
Jason Hunt goes to speak
Davey K: In fact keep quiet Jason noone really wants to hear a damn word that you have to say. Im sick of listening to you, the guys backstage want to vomit when they hear your whining little voice kick in and I know for a fact that the fans of the PWF are more than sick of your drivle. I mean look at you Hunt, running around the ring like youve just won the World Series. Calm yourself down Hunt, we dont want you pissing your pants again now do we? So yeah, you beat Masta P, congratulations Hunt, but just make sure you stay healthy for the PPV.
So far Hunt youve seen the fun side of Davey K, the side that makes the fans cheer, the side that sells merchandise. Well come the PPV its going to be me and you in a cage. You aint gonna escape me Hunt, Im going to make you bleed. At the end of the match, when your lying there looking up at the lights blinding your beaten eyes, with that little trickle of blood rolling down your face and if its possible for you to open one of your eyes, youll get a glimpse of something, me standing with my arm raised in victory, make sure someone is in the audience taking notes as Im sure youd love to know what it takes to be a superstar....come the PPV Hunt, your life as you know it will be.....OVER!
Davey K drops the mic and walks away
Golgotha is inside of the MoM locker room, just finishing warming up for his match with Sabre. The whole MoM is in the locker room, each kinda doing their own thing...including Theros who is in a corner, clutching in Golden Bible. Golgotha looks over at Theros.
Golgotha: "I hope that you are happy over there."
Golgotha just gets some meanlingless babble from Theros.
Golgotha: "Cause right now, I'm not happy with you. you have cost me two matches. I forgive you, but I'm still not happy with your actions."
Golgotha gets still more babble from Theros as he looks over at Profit.
Golgotha: "Are you sure that this is going to work?"
Profit: "Yeah I am."
Golgotha: "Ok. Because I need to be on top of my game tonight because Sabre is a good competitor and I don't need any unnessacary distractions or anyone interfering."
Golgotha looks over at Theros with almost a look of disgust.
Profit: "As far as I can tell, all Theros wants is to keep the Golden Bible in his possesion. As long as he has that, he should be happy."
Golgotha: "Well, make sure he stays happy, that he stays back here and make sure he stays out of my way.!"
With this Golgotha storms out of the locker room and goes out for his match.
Stanyer: It seems Golgotha is getting more and more concerned with Theros, he's cost him matches twice now, and he doesn't want it happening again.
Dawg: Well good luck to the guy, he needs all of it going if he wants to help Theros.
Stanyer: Well hopefully he will stay out of the way so we can see this hotly anticipated contest.
Credit: Sandstorm
Report: The bell rings. The two men circle each other, and Sabre suddenly stops, and starts to taunt Golgotha, motioning him to "bring it". Golgotha grins and charges at Sabre, but Sabre drops down and pulls the top rope down as he falls, causing Golgotha to flip over and crash down to the floor outside of the ring. Sabre slides under the bottom rope and comes face to face with a hard right hand from Golgotha. Sabre staggers and Golgotha slams his head into the edge of the ring. Golgotha picks up Sabre and drives his head into the steel post. The ref is counting, 5 .6 7 8. Golgotha slides into the ring, and back out, making the ref start from 1 once again. Golgotha picks up Sabre, but Sabre drops to his knees and delivers a low blow to Golgotha. The ref yells a Sabre and warns him not to do it again. Sabre picks up Golgotha and slides him into the ring, just as the ref counts to 5. Sabre picks up Golgotha and throws him into the corner. Sabre lands a few chops into Golgotha's chest while receiving loud boos from the audience. Sabre sits Golgotha up on the top turnbuckle, and then climbs up himself. Sabre calls for a Frankensteiner, but Golgotha pushes him off the turnbuckle, and jumps off with a "Fall From Grace" (Diving Moonsault), but Sabre moves at the last second, causing Golgotha to land hard on his stomach. Sabre steps over the fallen Golgotha and turns him around. Sabre humiliates Golgotha by slapping him across the face a few times, then follows up with a Cocky Pin. The ref counts 1 Golgotha kicks out. Sabre sarcastically argues with the ref about the count.
Stanyer: Look at Sabre, all of that taunting is going to get him in big trouble one of these days.
Dawg: Oh shut up Stanyer, Sabre is great! He can afford to be cocky, because he can back it up! WATCH OUT SABRE!
Golgotha comes up from behind Sabre as he is arguing with the ref and nails him with the "Sinner's Slam" (Pump Handle Buster). Golgotha pins, 1 .2 .Sabre just kicks out. Golgotha doesn't change the expression on his face and picks up Sabre by the hair. Golgotha whips Sabre into the ropes and levels him with a stiff clothesline on the way back. Golgotha takes advantage of Sabre's idle position and locks in the "Million Dollar Vision" (Cobra Clutch). Sabre screams in pain as the ref watches on. Golgotha tightens his grip and Sabre all of a sudden goes limp. The ref notices this and begins the three count. The ref lifts Sabre's arm, it drops, 1! The ref lifts Sabre's arm, it drops, 2! The ref lifts Sabre's arm, it stops in mid-air, reaches back, and pokes Golgotha right in the eye! Golgotha releases the hold and falls back, holding his eye. Sabre gets up and staggers around for a few seconds, trying to regain his composure. Sabre picks up Golgotha and stomps on his foot as hard as he can! Golgotha screams in pain, and Sabre starts to laugh histerically. Sabre throws Golgotha into the ropes, and hits a Back Body Drop on him, on the way back. Sabre points to the top rope, as he gets even more boos from the fans.
Stanyer: Listen to this crowd, they really dislike Sabre.
Dawg: It doesn't matter to him, he loves it!
Sabre goes up the top rope as Golgotha is just getting up, he jumps off and nails Golgotha with a Missile Dropkick. Sabre gets up and pounces on Golgotha, delivering lefts and rights to his head. Sabre picks up Golgotha and walks him over to the corner. He grabs Golgotha by the hair, and starts to continuously slam his head into the turnbuckle. 1 .2 ..3 ..4 ..5 ..6 .7 .8 .9 ..10! Sabre lets go of Golgotha, and Golgotha falls right down to the mat. Sabre drops a few precise leg drops to the throat of Golgotha, then starts to choke him. The ref counts, 1 .2 ..3 4, Sabre breaks the hold. He starts to choke him again, 1 .2 .3 4, Sabre breaks the hold just in time. Sabre picks up Golgotha and send him into the ropes. As Golgotha comes back, he leaps frogs over Sabre and hits the opposite ropes. He comes back from the ropes and clotheslines Sabre with power. Golgotha falls to the mat, exhausted and hurt from the match. Now they are both on the mat, the ref starts to count them out, 1 .2 ..3 4 ..5 6, Golgotha starts to move, 7 .8, Golgotha gets up. He picks up Sabre and swiftly powerslams him to the mat. Sabre holds his back in agony. Golgotha picks up Sabre, but Sabre grabs his head, and falls back to the mat, dropping Golgotha with a Jawbreaker. Sabre taunts, signaling the 450 Splash. Sabre leaps up to the top rope and screams, "Sabre Air!" and is followed by many boos from the fans. Suddenly, Theros Macalvia appears on the other side of the ring carrying the golden bible. This prompts Sabre to get down off the top rope and he shouts a few words of abuse at Theros. Meanwhile Profit is distracting the referee. Theros suddenly slides into the ring, before Sabre can get a punch in, Theros has knocked him down with the Golden Bible. Theros then leaves the ring and staggers up the ramp with a big smile on his face. This gives Golgotha the chance to go for the cover. 1 ..2 3!!!! Golgotha picks up the win.!!
Stanyer: Amazing, Theros actually helped Golgotha to get the win, a total turnaround to what has been happening recently.
Dawg: Theros just did exactly what Sabre told him not to do, interfere in his match.
Stanyer: You try telling Theros what to do, and you'll understand. Remember, Golgotha told him to stay away as well, and he didn't listen.
Dawg: Good point
"Pollution" by Limp Bizkit hits the arena and Canadian Kaos make their way down to the ring. Hanibal and Grimm are proudly showing off their newly won Hardcore Tag Titles. They both collect microphones, but they are having a hard time getting the crowd to stop booing them, so they can make their speeches.
Grimm and Hannibal are now screaming at the PWF fans in attendance, as the ASSHOLE chants grow louder and louder. The Chants are interupted when the Clash of Cymbals echo through the arena and the Where Ever I May Roam by Metallica erupts through the arena and the crowd gives a mixed reaction. Alexander and Kull emerge from the entrance with mics and weapons in hand. They both stand there staring down into the ring both men are obviously pissed off.
Alexander: gloat and parade all you want and enjoy it now, it wont last.
Kull: Last Week you stole our Titles!
Alexander: Your proud of the fact that you beat Brutual Force for those Hardcores Titles, but the fact is you don't deserve them, hell you didn't even deserve the shot you won them with. You had to break into our lockerroom and attack us while we were getting dressed to get it.
Kull: We want OUR title shot and we want OUR titles.
CK is getting very pissed and are standing on the ropes screaming at the Gods of War.
Alexander: and we want them NOW. Do you have the balls to put your titles on the line right now? Can you muster the testicular fortitude to face us on even ground?
Alexander and Kull await the anwser of the Hardcore Tag Champions...
Grimm looks at the G.O.W with a mocking face of fear and then grabs his mic
Grimm:Great Cesar's Ghost Hanibal! It's The Gods of War back from the hosptial....
Grimm and Hanibal laugh for a second
Grimm:So boys how were your concussions?..well you still look stupid so I'm guessing you are back to new...about burning our flag...you can burn our flag...but you can't burn what's coming at you at 90 mp/h and that's my foot going straight up your ass Kull!
Kull begins to go red and walk down the asile way
Grimm:Hey don't get your robe in a bunch...just because we are more superior then you and..much more better looking doesn't mean you gotta burn our flag...
Hanibal:yea...and declaring war on us...wooo..I'm scared....The Trojans are coming the Trojans are coming!!!
Grimm:Dude....they aren't Trojans....
Hanibal:Whatever...you guys think we can't handle a battle against 2 dumb Americans in a hardcore tag match? think again because when these drunken slobs see who you really are..once we kick your asses..then you will known as the Gods of Bore
Grimm:dude..they are already know as the Gods of Bore...have you seen there Promos? god snooze fest...so G.O.B bring it..or go Home!!
The G.O.W walk up the ramp as CK hop out of the ring
Stanyer: We've got ourselves an inpromptu Hardcore Tag Title match!!
Credit: Goatman
Report: The Gods of War stand on the top of the ramp equipped with weapons, Kull has his chair in hand and Alexander has his lead pipe. Canadian Kaos both exit the ring and charge up the ramp. Gods of War steady their position and wait. Hanibal charges right into a chair shot from Kull. Grimm backs off to miss a heavy swing from Alexander. Kull continues to hit Hanibal on the ground with the chair. Alexander swings the lead pipe again at Grimm and Grimm backs away. Alexander continues to swing madly at Grimm and Grimm backs all the way back to the ring. Grimm picks up a loose chair and tosses it at Alexander and Alexander bats it away.
Dawg: Alexander looking to knock off Grimm's head.
Grimm backs up to the ring and Alexander continuous to violently swing at him. At last Grimm ducks a blow and Alexander hits the steel post. Alexander feels the ringing of the lead pipe. Grimm grabs the lead pipe and attempts to take it away. Alexander holds on to the pipe despite the effect of the ringing of the lead pipe. Both men tug until Alexander does an airplane spin and Grimm goes flying into the steel steps, which break away. Alexander swings at the grounded Grimm but Grimm rolls out of the way.
Dawg: Alexander of the Gods of War with a relentless attack on Grimm.
Stanyer: Grimm has managed to dodge every hit though.
Meanwhile, Kull's chair has been broken from his repeated attacks on Hanibal. Kull drops down to his knees and starts to choke Hanibal. Grimm gets to his toes and slides into the ring. Alexander follows in but is greeted with a boot to the head. Grimm grabs a handful of hair and slams Alexanders face into the mat. Alexander drops the pipe and it rolls out of the ring. Grimm continues to punch and kick Alexander. Alexander battles back to his feet. Grimm grabs hold of Alexanders arm and twists it before hitting an elbow smash. As Alexander gets up Grimm catches him off balance and trips him backwards onto his knee resulting in a modified backbreaker. Grimm scoops up Alexander. Kull races into the ring and Grimm quickly pile drives Alexander to the mat. Grimm covers but Kull quickly kicks Grimm off.
Stanyer: Kull with a quick save.
Kull locks up with Grimm and goes for a suplex but Grimm reverses into his own. Grimm grabs Alexander and tosses him out of the ring. When Grimm turns around, he is met with a Terra Kick. Kull raises his hands up to taunt the crowd. Hanibal and Alexander make it to their respective corner.
Dawg: The referee finally getting some normality to the match.
Kull grabs Grimm and whips him to the ropes. Kull drops his shoulder down and Grimm kicks him. Grimm locks up and hits a belly-to-belly suplex. Hanibal wants the tag. Grimm grabs Kulls left wrist and drags him to his corner. Hanibal climbs to the top rope before smacking Grimm's shoulder, effectively tagging himself in. Hanibal does a missile drop kick to Kulls arm. Hanibal is really fired up. Hanibal taunts the crowd showing his Canadian pride. Kull gets up holding his arm. Kull starts to wonder off to his own corner for the tag. Hanibal with his focus on the crowd does not notice. Hanibal notices but it's too late as Alexander has been tagged in. Grimm grabs a trashcan and tosses it to his partner. The larger than life superstar immediately tosses it to Alexander. Hanibal hits a nasty super kick knocking Alexander back into his corner. Hanibal charges and does a running drop kick that his dodged. Hanibal flies through and hits his nuts on the pole and lands tangled upside down in the corner. Alexander tags back in Kull. Alexander puts the smashed trashcan in front of Hanibal. Alexander grabs Kulls arm and swings him into the Hanibal. Hanibal falls to the mat. Alexander returns to his corner. Kull leaves the ring and finds a table under it. Kull tosses the table in and sets it up in a neutral corner.
Stanyer: Kull with a table. What do you think he will do?
Dawg: That's a good question. Despite their time here at the PWF, not much information is known about them in these hardcore situations.
Stanyer: The Gods of War are chasing the hardcore gold, you would figure more would be known.
Kull sets up the table up in the corner. Hanibal makes it to his feet slowly. Kull locks up and hits a snap suplex. Kull climbs to the second rope and hits a leg drop across Hanibals neck. Kull tags in his partner.
Stanyer: This does not look good for Hanibal.
Alexander grabs Hanibal and lifts him for an awesome bomb threw the table. Immediately after, Kull hits a Guillotine Leg Drop. Grimm comes in with the lead pipe. Kull sees him and runs at him. Alexander goes for the cover. Grimm whacks Kull away. Grimm runs in with the lead pipe and hits Alexander on the back of the head breaking the pin, as the ref was about to hit the mat for the third time. Kull slowly gets up holding his back. Grimm swings the lead pipe across Kulls back. Kull falls to his knees then falls face down to the mat. Hanibal goes to cover Alexander and puts his feet on the ropes. 1.... 2...3 Alexander kicks out but the match has ended.
Stanyer: Hanibal is one of the cheapest wrestlers.
Dawg: If he was not Canadian and such an ego maniac I wonder if people would like him.
Stanyer: I thought people didn't like him though?
Alexander gets up holding the back of his neck and Kull gets up holding his back. Canadian Kaos is rejoicing outside the ring with their belts. Alexander grabs the lead pipe and throws it Grimm and hits him in the leg.
Dawg: Round 2...
The bell rings multiple times and security rushes in between the two tag teams.
Stanyer: This God of War team is tough. They get hit with lead pipes and still keep coming at you.
Dawg: Stupid, tough, courageous call it what you want. I don't think this match should have ended this way- they deserve better - the fans deserve better. Both teams still have too much life in them. When a hardcore match is finished neither team should be standing.
Stanyer: Well, don't look at me but for now this one is over and CK retain the belts.
The scene opens up to the MoM locker room, where only Sandstorm and Golgotha are present. Sandstorm is doing crunches on a mat on the floor and Golgotha is, as always, skimming threw scriptures in his beloved Bible. Suddenly, they hear a knock on the door.
Golgotha: Enter.
Anthony Frost walks in and Sandstorm kips up from his crunch position.
Frost: I was wondering if I could steal a few words from you Sandstorm?
Sandstorm: Shoot.
Frost: Excellent, well, I suppose you know why I am here, I guess your pretty happy that you get your match with Silas Parish tonight.
Sandstorm: You'd think so wouldn't you, but the fact of the matter is, is that I'm pretty damn pissed! This match shouldn't even have to take place, but Parish had to go and crack that damn belt over my head to steal the cheap win! Now Eraser has to stick his damn nose into my business, but then it all falls back onto the lap of Parish, in that, if he had of just lost, like he was destined to, Eraser would be out of the picture. Well Parish, do you see how mad I am now!? Well this is nothing! YOU CALL YOURSELF A PITBULL!!! WELL YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU STEP INTO THAT RING!!! AFTER THAT, WE'LL JUST SEE WHO THE BETTER MAN IS NOW WON'T WE!
Golgotha rushes over to Sandstorm and pats him on the back.
Golgotha: Cool it buddy, wait until the match, I know you can hold of until then.
Sandstorm: Yeah, your right.
Frost: Well, good, now that we're all calmed down, how about them Lakers?
Sandstorm: GET OUT!!!!
Sandstorm whips a vase at Frost as it just misses and smashes against the door, then Frost and the cameraman quickly rush out of the room.
Stanyer: Sandstorm needs to be careful, he doesn't want to turn into Inmate.
Dawg: God no, not two people who attack PWF staff
The cameras cut away from Stanyer and Dawg and open up as Anthoy Frost stands before Eraser. Eraser stands with his arms crossed.
Frost: I am here with Eraser who tonight has a triple threat non-title match up with Sandstorm and Silas Parish. Eraser, why are you going after Parish's gold? I mean just the other day you where in a World's title match. Why would you drop down to go after the United States title?
Eraser uncrosses his arms and grabs the mic from Frost. As the camera turns to Eraser cutting off Frost.
Eraser: Everyone wants to know this. Everyone wants to know that. Well if you pay attention long enough you may just get the answers you have been searching for.
Eraser moves the hair out of his eyes and look directly into the camera as he speaks.
Eraser: The answers of your questions lay in that ring tonight. That ring that will bring me Parish beloved title, that he thinks brings him victory. But not to night. Another night. For tonight pain will only be given.
Eraser shoves the mic into Frost chest as he walks by and the camera cuts back to Stanyer and Dawg.
Stanyer: Eraser not being 100% clear tonight, perhaps he has some sort of a plan, and doesn't want to tell.
Dawg: Well I'm sure he has plenty of plans for Parish, it's just that none of them will work.
The cameras cut to outside of Silas Parish's locker room. From inside laughter can heard. Its Silas laughing. Just before anyone can knock, the door flies open and Silas stumbles out barely able to keep a grip on the US title.
Parish: Damn! That was the funniest thing I've heard in my life! Both Sandworm and Erector think they have a chance of beating me tonight. Isn't that hilarious? Wait! Don't answer that. I just realized they DO have a chance. A snowballs chance is hell that is!
Silas busts out laughing again. As the cameraman starts laughing too (because laughter is contagious) Silas suddenly stops and glares at him. He stops immediately.
Parish: Seriously though. I've kicked Homicides ass twice to get this belt, King Volcanos ass to retain it and Sandworms ass because he's an idiot. What in the hell do these two think they can do that hasn't already been tried? I've seen it all, I've done it all. And even though this match is NON-title, that doesn't mean I won't walk away victorious yet again. I AM undefeated since getting this belt after all. So, Sandworm... Erector... bring everything you've got, but it won't be enough to keep me down for the 1... 2... 3.
Silas pushes past the camera crew and wanders off down the hall laughing to himself again.
Stanyer: Is there a man in the PWF with a bigger ego than Silas Parish.
Dawg: MVD.
Stanyer: Close call that one . Better watch the match, we don't want to get into this argument
Dawg: Isn't this a #1 contenders match? But then why is Parish in there?
Stanyer: If Sandstorm or Eraser win, they get a shot at House of Pain, if Parish wins, neither of them get a shot.
Report: Sandstorm and Eraser both look at each other before they look at Parish, they then both charge at the US champion, only for him to quickly drop to the mat and roll out of the ring. Parish walks around the outside, keeping an eye on both men, Eraser and Sandstorm decide to leave the ring and go after Parish, but he motions around the side of the ring and gets back into the ring. Sandstorm and Eraser both quickly slide into the ring, only for Parish to immediately roll back out again. This time Sandstorm whispers something in Eraser's ear and then Eraser leaves on one side of the ring, while Sandstorm gets out on another side, trapping Parish in one corner. Parish decides that attack is the best form of defence and goes for Sandstorm with some powerful right hands, but Eraser jumps him from behind and then they both roll him into the ring. Eraser and Sandstorm push Parish into the corner and double team him with hard stomps to the chest. Eraser pulls the US champ to his feet and then both whip him to the opposite corner. Sandstorm runs in and hits a Jumping Body Splash, Parish staggers out and walks straight into a viscious lariat from Eraser. Sandstorm immediately goes for a cover. ..1 Eraser pulls Sandstorm off and the two exchange a few words. Sandstorm gets to his feet as the exchange gets more heated, and then the two begin to exchange right hands. Eraser's power wins him the exchange, and he sends Sandstorm to the corner, he charges in, but Sandstorm moves out of the way and Eraser hits the pads gut first and staggers away, allowing Sandstorm to drive his face into the canvas with a Facecrusher. Sandstorm hooks the leg. .1 ..2 .. Eraser powers out.
Stanyer: The alliance between Sandstorm and Eraser didn't last too long.
Dawg: That's what you get when you put two egoists in the ring together.
Stanyer: Two? I'd have thought you'd have said three.
Dawg: Well, yeah, I guess Duane Dibley is a bit of an egoist, but he's only the referee, so he doesn't count.
Stanyer: What about Parish? I presume that's the one your leaving out.
Dawg: Parish doesn't have an ego, where'd you get that idea from?
Stanyer: The fact that the only thing he ever seems to talk about is how good he is.
Dawg: That's not his ego, that's just a plain fact.
Sandstorm pulls Eraser to his feet and delivers a few quick right hands, but he then sees Parish coming out of the corner of his eye and sidesteps him, and lets him run into Eraser. Sandstorm then hits Parish with a Reverse DDT and quickly locks in the Infinite Rest (Dragon Sleeper). Sandstorm wrenches back on the hold, but they are close to the ropes and Parish quickly grabs the bottom rope. They both get to their feet and an exchange of right hands begins, which is broken by Parish hitting a knee to the gut, which looks like it might have been a low blow, either way, the referee doesn't do anything. Parish then hits a Snap Suplex on Sandstorm. As soon as Parish is standing, his head is nearly taken off as Eraser comes crashing into him with a Big Boot. Eraser drags Parish up to his feet and peppers his face with viscious right hands, he then grabs his head and tosses him clean over the top rope. He then turns his attention to Sandstorm, who is just getting to his feet. Eraser runs and hits the Spike DDT (Running DDT), but that isn't enough, and he drags Sandstorm back up to his feet and literally throws him into the corner. Eraser then begins to pound his body and face with viscious punches and uppercuts. Eraser then grabs Sandstorm by the throat with both hands and then violently tosses him across the ring.
Stanyer: Eraser is pissed off that Sandstorm broke their "alliance", and at this moment in time, he is taking Sandstorm apart.
Dawg: But in his quest to destroy Sandstorm, he forgot that Parish is recuperating on the outside.
Stanyer: Indeed, and we know Parish is no stranger to attacking someone while they are distracted.
Parish is back in the ring and he knocks Eraser down with a Double Axe Handle to the back of his head. Parish then leaps to the top rope and as soon as Eraser is standing he flies off with a perfect Spinning Wheel Kick. Parish quickly covers Eraser. .1 ..2 Sandstorm dives to break up the count. Parish turns towards him and nails him with a couple of quick right hands and then comes off the ropes and delivers the Ego Buster to the dazed leader of the MoM. Parish hooks the leg. ..1 2 . This time it is Eraser who dives to break up the fall. Parish pulls Eraser up and nails him with an uppercut. He then sees Sandstorm getting up and nails him with an uppercut, he turns back to Eraser but gets caught with a big right hand. Eraser then sends Parish to the ropes before planting him with a Sidewalk Slam. He hooks the leg back. ..1 .2 .. Sandstorm breaks up the count. Sandstorm pulls Eraser up to his feet and boots him in the gut, he then hooks him up for The Mirage (Cradle DDT). Suddenly there is a loud crack, Parish has brought a chair into the ring and just violated Sandstorm with it. He then cracks the chair over Eraser's head. He throws the chair to one side and then gets out of the ring, as the referee declares this one a no contest.
Stanyer: What the hell did Parish do that for?
Dawg: Hmm, let me see, now there is no winner, there is no #1 contender. You see why he is a genius?
Stanyer: I get it, plain sneaky if you ask me. I hope he pays for it. I hope he has to face them both at House of Pain, that will teach him a lesson.
We are backstage in the gWo locker room, The Russians and Hunt seem to be elsewhere, it is just MVD and Sabre.
MVD: "Sabre, sit down, I've something I have to tell you."
Sabre: "Your not leaving the gWo are you?"
MVD: "No, I'm not leaving the gWo."
Sabre: "Damn, errr I mean, good, it's good that your staying."
MVD: "Anyway, I'm not leaving the gWo, but I have to go back to England for a week to take care of some business, and I won't be here for next weeks Havoc."
Sabre: "Your telling me this because?"
MVD: "Well, while I am gone, I need someone to cover for me, in the commissioner's spot. And after careful thought and consideration, I've chosen you."
Sabre: 'Ohhh baby.... ohhhh baby....'
MVD looks closely at Sabre, who stands on the spot blinking furiously and swaying back and forth...
MVD: 'Dude... it's no big deal... you're commish for a week.'
Sabre: 'Sensory... overload...'
MVD: 'Uh huh...'
Sabre snaps out of the trance and fiddles with his hair absent mindedly while talking...
Sabre: 'This is cool. Mega cool. Collosal cool. Hyper cool. This is soooo gonna rock.'
MVD: 'Calm down, Sabre. Like I said... commish for seven days. That's all.'
Sabre: 'Man o man do I have some plans for this place... first of all, I'm changing the paint scheme in this office. It does nothing for my complection.'
MVD: 'You ain't touching my office, buddy.'
Sabre: 'Fine... more time in the tanning booth can't hurt... geez... I just realised I have to do some planning for next week... I'll have to hire at least thirty... no wait... FORTY dancing chicks.... actually.... Van Dam!!!'
MVD seems a little caught off guard as Sabre suddenly swings his attention to the gWo member, grabbing him...
Sabre: 'I gotta ask a teeny little favour, mate.... I want to book that cry baby Big Poppa in a match tonight... one that he won't forget anytime soon.'
MVD: 'Fine... just get your stinkin' paws off me you damn, dirty Aussie.'
Sabre: 'Oh sweet Jebus, this is hella-cool. Now I gotta think of some big neanderthal to pit Pops against... someone with a one track mind... doesn't have any sense of individuality...'
MVD: 'Hmmm... Homicide sounds like your man...'
Sabre: 'Lets see... big, stupid, carries a club, has a monobrow... sounds like our man.'
MVD: 'Alright... consider it done. Homicide and Big Poppa in a singles match tonight. Now I have to take care of some things before I go... will you be alright if I....'
Matt, back turned for little less than a second, turns his attention back to Sabre who had begun writing "Sabre is a champy" in big letters on the wall...
MVD: 'Sabre... I said don't touch my office. Come to think of it... you're banned from entering this office. Now go teach Golgotha a lesson.'
Sabre, shoulders slumped, walks out of the office as Matt looks at the writing on the wall...
MVD: 'What am I thinking?'
Stanyer is just sitting there, his head bowed down against the desk and shaking back and forth.
Stanyer: This is not happening, This is not happening.
Dawg: Man, next week is going to be some party, I can't wait now.
Mayhem is walking down a hall backstage head hanging and stops at Inmate's locker room door.
Mayhem: Why me?! I don't like pain.
Mayhem knocks on the door and Inmate opens it looking very pissed off
Inmate: What in the blue hell do you want?!
Mayhem: I just came by to ask you a few questions.
Inmate: I'm not in the mood.
Mayhem: Look I can tell your angry about losing your European Title last week, but I do hvae a family to feed. So Just answer a few quick question and I'll be out of your hair.
Inmate simply stands there for a brief second
Mayhem: Your shedculed tonight to Tag with Law Hiyabusa against Loki and the European Champion Darkstorm. Why are you in a Tag match?
Inmate: Your asking me? I don't have a single fucking clue. Other than the fact that Darkstorm is too chicken to fight me one-on-one again. So he had a tag match made and gave me the shittiest partner in the PWF. Now I'm done with you.
Inmate kicks Mayhem in the groin and he falls to the floor in pain. Inmate then grabs a steel chair from his locker room and sticks Mayhem head through the open part in the back so the the edge of the seat is right against his chin then applies the Death Sentence so the chair legs stop the downward motion abrubtly and the sound of Mayhems jawbone shattering is clear and several security rush over and call for medical attention as Inmate goes back into his locker room camera fade to commercial
DarkStorm is seen sitting in his locker room, when he hears a knock at the door, he says "Yea" and in walks Ted Tedison. DarkStorm gets up and shakes Tedison's hand, DarkStorm picks up his European championship title and throws it over his left shoulder, and Tedison begins to speak
Tedison: "Tonight Storm, its gonna be you, DarkStorm and Loki, Verus Law and Inmate"
DarkStorm: "Yea, that is if Law makes it to the ring"
Tedison: "Whats that supposed to mean"
DarkStorm: "Lets just say I hope his humourous side is in good working condition"
Tedison: "I Yea, I guess your referring to Loki and his prankster ways"
DarkStorm: "Oh, yea, that too, I was talking about...nevermind"
Tedison looks intrigued, but moves on
Tedison: "WEll, what are your feelings about becoming the european champion"
DarkStorm: "Actually, I'm rather dissappointed in the time it took me to defeat Inmate, don't get me wrong, I'm sure in a jail cell and no one in there but the rat, I'm sure he's real dangerous, but.......frankly I don't see waht the big deal is"
Tedison: "Well, Did you hear about what he did to Johnny Mayhem"
DarkStorm: "nah, what he do to Johnny"
Tedison: "He hurt him, put the death sentence to him with a chair over his head"
DarkStorm: "Yea, that takes a real man to beat up on guys tring to do their job, I hope your seeing this Inmate, cause tonight, I want you to think about what you did you Johnny Mayhem, cause what goes around comes around"
DarkStorm's expression is with complete anger, and he is starring directly into the camera, but he never blinks, then he turns and looks at Ted Tedison, and walks away
The camera cuts to the back of the arena where we see PWF's Lightweight champion, Law Hiyabusa, entering the arena, carrying his bag over his shoulder. He passes a few of the backstage workers, exchanging pleasantries. He gets to his locker room and opens the door. Law pauses to greet another passerby, when suddenly, there is the sound of cemement grinding on cement and a stack of cinder blocks tumbles in the way of the door from either side from within the room. Law steps back just in time to avoid one of the tumbling bricks from landing on his foot. As the action stops, Law notices something hanging from the door frame. It's the remote for the TV in his room with a note attached reading; "Press play". Curious, Law turns the TV on and pressses play on the remote. The screen flickers for a moment as static is all that is seen. Then, something else comes into view: The PWF Lightweight Title! The belt drops from view and Loki's face fills the screen.
Loki: Boo! Heheheheee!!! Scared'ja, didn't I?! I hope ya don't mind the mess! HAhahahahahahaHA!!! I'll be seein' ya later on tonight! Oh yeah, and one more thing. *to the tune of conga music* I've still got your ti-tle! I've still got your ti-tle! I've still got your ti-tle! I've still got your ti-tle!.....
As Loki continues singing on the screen the camera pans back to Law who has almost a murderous look in his eye.
Law turns off the TV and looks at the remote. He smirks and tosses the remote behind him. He heads out of the door to see a bald man in a really old jumpsuit. Law goes to get his attention.
Law: Hey.
Man does nothing but ignore him
Law: Hey.....HEY!
Man turns around to reveal himself as Inmate
Inmate: What in the hell do you want? OH! If it isn't my suck ass partner....
Law interupting Inmate.
Law: Inmate 8000 or 4567 what ever your name is! You don't like me. I know this. But if you even think about getting in my way tonight, Loki won't be the only person who'll be losing something tonight.
Inmate: Who do you think you're talking...
Law again interupts Inmate by putting his hand in front of his face like a stop sign.
Law: No. Na ah. Now if you were smart, you would be getting ready for Darkstorm.
Law then departs in search of Loki leaving Inmate dumbfounded as he never has been talked to before in such a manner.
Inmate: Oh, I'll make sure I don't get in your way.
Scene cuts to the ring.
Stanyer: It's a tough life being a Wrestling Interviewer, but something has to be done about Inmate, he is constantly attacking the interviewers.
Dawg: They haven't got the balls to do anything, although no doubt one of the wrestlers will step in and save the day, as always.
Stanyer: Against Inmate? You'd have to have some balls to do that.
Credit: Sandstorm
Report: The match starts off with Law facing up against DarkStorm. Law turns around for a split second and then darts back with a hard right hand, which receives cheers from the fans. DarkStorm hits the mat hard but bounces right back up, just to get sent down to the mat with yet another hard right. This time Law stays down for a few seconds, which gives Law a chance to capitalize. Law picks DarkStorm up and sends him into the ropes, and on the way back, he lands a nice High Flipping Dropkick to Storm's face. Law picks up Storm and gives him a few forearm shots while backing him into the corner. Once in the corner, Law starts to land precise chops to the chest of Storm. Storm winces in pain and gazes at the ref. Storm waits until the ref checks if both partners are staying on the apron, and then rakes the eyes of Law. Inmate steps through the ropes and begins to yell to the ref. The ref turns his attention over to Inmate, which gives Loki a chance to interfere. Storm whips Law into his corner, and Loki begins to deliver quick knees to the spine of Law. Law screams, which gets the ref's attention. He looks back, and notices that Law and Loki are cheating, so he turns away from Inmate, and Inmate steps back onto the apron. Storm tags Loki in. Loki walks over to Law, and begins to disrespectfully slap him in the face. He then grabs Law and throws him into the ropes. On the way back, Law is met be "The Mischief Maker" (Hurricanrana). Loki gestures to Inmate, getting boos from the fans. Loki then picks up Law for a powerslam, but Law falls behind Loki, turns him around, and nails the "Suicide Driver" (Falcon Arrow).
Stanyer: What a desperation move from Law!
Dawg: Are you kidding me!? Loki has him right where he wants him!
Both men go down to the mat in an immense amount of pain. The ref counts, 1 ..2 .3 ..4 .5, Loki begins to move, 6 7 .8, Law begins to get up, 9 .Law leaps over and gets the tag to Inmate. Inmate rushes into the ring and kicks Loki in the shins, which causes him to fall flat on his face. Then Storm rushes in, only to be floored by a massive clothesline from Inmate. Loki rolls out of the ring, only to be met by a Missile Dropkick from Law off the tope rope. Inmate picks up Storm and easily picks him up and nails him with the "Jail Breaker" (Bubba Bomb). Inmate pounces on Storm and feeds him numerous shots to the skull, while Law and Loki and battling outside of the ring. Law slides Loki under the bottom rope, just as Storm slowly crawls onto the apron. Loki gets up dazed, only to come face to face with a pissed off Inmate. Loki runs and slides under Inmate's legs, and tags in a reluctant DarkStorm. Storm scalds him and cautiously steps into the ring. He slowly walks up to Inmate, and spits right in his face.
Stanyer: Does DarkStorm have a death wish or something?!
Dawg: Why? Is it that much of a mistake to spit in Inmate's face?
Inmate turns and wipes his face off, he then grins, cocks back, and nails Storm with the hardest right hand he has ever delivered. Storm crumples down to the mat.
Stanyer: Does that answer your question?
Dawg: **gulp**
Inmate crouches down to pick up Storm, but amazingly, Storm reaches up and delivers a quick DDT. They both go down as a result, but since Storm is so close to his corner, Loki just pats him on the back and gets the tag. Loki gets in and starts to stomp on Inmate. He picks him up and goes for "The Last Laugh" (Fameasser), but Inmate rises, grabs him leg, kicks him in the gut, and delivers the "Death Sentence" (Stone Cold Stunner). He pins, 1 ..2 .3!NO!, Storm gets in and breaks up the pin just in time. Inmate slams his hands on the mat as the ref guides Storm into his corner. Inmate walks over and tags in Law. Law darts in a stomps the hell out of Loki. Law heads up to the tope rope, and goes for the "Japanese Chainsaw" (450 Splash), but Loki moves at the last second, and tags in Storm. Storm walks in and picks up Law. He throws him into the ropes and delivers a dropkick on the way back. Storm heads up to the top rope, as if to mock Law. He jumps off with a "450 Storm" (450 Splash), and unlike Law, he lands it. He pins, 1 .2 .3! NO! Inmate gets in and breaks up the pin just in time. This time, Loki has had it, and attacks Inmate. They get in a fistfight, and Inmate seems to be getting the upper hand. Storm notices this and starts to help. They get Inmate under control and whip him into the ropes. He comes back and ducks under an attempted Double Clothesline. On the other way back, Inmate hits a thunderous clothesline onto both men. He throws Storm out of the ring, and turns around into Loki who is winding up for a punch, but Law grabs his arm, turns him around and delivers the "Fury Of Japan" (Orange Crush Pin). The ref counts, 1 2 .3!
Dawg: Dammit! Why do the bad guys always win?!
Stanyer: Uh oh! Watch out for DarkStorm!
DarkStorm grabs a chair from under the ring announcer, slides into the ring, and lays out both men with it. He throws the chair down and lays boots into Inmate's ribs. He then spits on him and leaves the ring as EMTs come down to check on both men.
A chain-link backstop with a PWF logo appears on screen with a man, Anthony Frost, leaning on a trash can before it. He holds a microphone in his hand and wears jeans and a company collared-top, his foot idling at a slow tap of impatience. He checks his watch a few times as the moments go by until a large shadow strolls up upon Frost, startling him to attention as he taps him on the shoulder. Frost looks up to the face of His Massacreness, just inches away from the twisted smirk he wears.
Frost: "Homicide.. umm, uhh.. You're just the man that I was looking for."
Homicide: "So I was told."
Frost shuffles himself a bit, gaining some composure, before he continues.
Frost: "I'm sure that you're now aware of the match that Sabre and MVD signed involving you and Big Poppa.. What are you're thoughts?"
Homicide: "I feel sorry for him.."
Frost: "What?"
Homicide: "I meant what I said, Anthony.. I feel sorry for Big Poppa."
Frost: "But.. why?"
Homicide takes a deep breath, as if he was getting a big load off his chest.
Homicide: "Because every time I step into that very ring, I do not see the man that I am fighting.. I see someone very different.. I see the man that has bar-none had the biggest impact on my life.. I see Solo! I see all the evil things that he once was, and also, what he is now.. I see his agony as I beat him one-two-three with a Boston Massacre, yet I feel myself being pinned the same count in our Hell in a Cell rematch."
Frost: "So you're still under the influence of Solo?"
Homicide: "He is the drug of my addictions.. I cannot escape him no matter how hard I try! Even when all is right for me - when I'm high upon the feeling of inflicting suffrage - he is there to spoil. I had the PWF World Heavyweight Title won; the champion, Bloodbath, MASSACRED!! AND then he shows up and costs me fruits of my labor."
Frost: "You seem sore about his doings.. Where do these feelings of him lead?"
A sinister mood overtakes His Massacreness. The gritted scowl that was his face is replaced by a demonic smile, his eyes narrow and focused. He cracks his knuckles as he answers.
Homicide: "These feelings lead me to filmmaking.."
Frost: "F-f-filmmaking?"
Homicide: "That's what I said, minus the stutter."
Frost: "How does filmmaking have anything to do with you and Solo?"
Homicide: "Everything.. I challenge Solo to appear with me in a movie.. It's a violent film, much more extreme than any Fight Club or Jackie Chan movie, in which two men fight until they cannot continue, destroying each other. It is a REAL life performance that neither Solo nor anyone else will EVER forget.."
Frost: "Wow, sounds like a Massacre caught on camera.."
Homicide answers under his breathe..
Homicide: "You couldn't be more right.."
Frost looks over to him, wondering what he just muttered.
Frost: "What was that?"
Homicide: "Oh, nothing.."
Frost: "Alright.. What's this movie called?"
Homicide: "Boston Massacre IV."
Homicide bellows aloud in his deep, Satanic tone as he disappears off the camera while Anthony Frost just stands there, trying to put the title and plot together as the camera fades out.
Stanyer: That sounds like a challenge to Solo to me, Boston Massacre IV. #3 was at HardKore Hell, and was one of the most violent things I've ever seen, and Homicide v Solo can only be better.
Dawg: Man, Boston Massacre IV, that's a challenge and a half.
The camera finds "The Real Show" Big Poppa and Dark Raven chatting in the back. They arrived a little late, thinking that Big Poppa wasn't going to have a match tonight. Big Poppa is on the john with the door cracked so he can talk to Raven Suddenly there's a knock on the door.
Knock Knock Knock
Big Poppa: "Answer the door."
Dark Raven: "No."
Big Poppa: "Jesus, I'm Well, ya. Answer the friggin door."
Dark Raven: "Fine, but "
Big Poppa: " And if they're here for me, don't tell them I'm here. I don't feel like talking to any of those fackers tonight."
Dark Raven: "Poppa, you suck."
Dark Raven goes and answers the door, and it's Big Poppa's old pal, Ted Tedison.
Dark Raven: "Let me guess, you want to interview Poppa."
Tedison: "Actually, yes."
Dark Raven: "Well he's not hear right now, so, ya, go away."
Tedison: "Well do you know where I can find him, I want to talk to him about Sabre being the commissioner for a week and his match with Homicide And I have a tape of what Homicide had to say to Big Poppa."
The sounds of flushing a toilet, running sink and zipping up sound are heard and Big Poppa opens the bathroom door. He rushes over to Tedison, looking extremely angered.
Big Poppa: "Wait a freaking second here, Ted What the f*ck is this?"
Dark Raven: "Poppa, we're on live tv "
Big Poppa: "I don't f*cking care. No one watches ESPN anyway."
Tedison: "Before I explain anything, I think you better watch this tape."
Ted signals for someone to bring him a tape of Sabre and MVD backstage and Homicide's promo He gets it and puts it in the VCR, turns on the tv, and presses play Big Poppa sits down, and begins to watch. About a quarter through Homicide's promo, Big Poppa gets up, ejects the tape, and stomps on it.
Big Poppa: "Ted, I believe we were at 'What the f*ck is this.' "
Tedison: "Well MVD is going back England and Sabre's in control "
Big Poppa: "No, I got that much, I want to know why. Err, maybe it's what. What the HELL is going on here? The day Sabre's in control of my career life Oh god. This is utter bullshit. THIS is why IT sucks."
Tedison: "Well on the bright side, it's kind of gotten rid of that whole depressed thing."
Big Poppa: "Ted, for a smart guy you are such an idiot."
Tedison: "?"
Big Poppa: "Ted, not only will Sabre be in charge of me, and the rest of the PWF for a week, I'm going to be in a match against someone who hates me because I remind him of his some guy I've never heard of."
Tedison: "You mean Solo?"
Big Poppa: "Yes I'll be going solo in this match I've been doing that for weeks now, Ted."
Tedison: "Solo is a wrestler."
Big Poppa: "Jumping Jehosephat, Tedison I really couldn't care less about Solo. It not like he matters at all. It's not like I matter at all. This whole situation sucks. Gah, I hate this. Ted, I think you better leave."
Ted humbly exits, and his camera crew leaves with him. Big Poppa finally sits down.
Dark Raven: "Poppa "
Big Poppa: "No Raven, no. I'm literally going insane right now Wait, wasn't I already? This is all confusing as shit. All I know is that it sucks. It sucks that I have to wrongly place my anger at Homicide, who in a past life for a period of time was a friend. Sabre is a little bastard that will get Paptized sooner or later. Goddamn."
Dark Raven: "You know, you could just quit and it'll all be over."
Big Poppa: "Shut up Raven, don't taunt me like that."
Dark Raven: "I'm just saying, you seem to be complaining like a little girl and you're not getting off your fat ass and doing anything about it. Big Poppa, go and get dressed. You have a match tonight, and if you want to beat Sabre at his own game, give it your all."
Big Poppa: "Raven, this is why I keep you around. You're such a hardass."
Big Poppa gets up as the camera fades to black.
Stanyer: This was the match that marked the beginning of Sabre's 7 days of commissionership, and I pray to god that they are the fastest 7 days of my life.
Dawg: Ah what a wimp you are, Sabre will be a great commish, you wait and see.
Stanyer: I'd rather take the week off thanks
Credit: Brendan Seeley
Report: Homicide and Poppa circle and then tie up, Homicide takes Poppa into a headlock but is then pushed off into the ropes, Homicide comes off with a Shoulder Block and then goes for a Jumping Elbow Drop but Poppa rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. Poppa hits a big right hand and backs it up with two more, he then whips Homicide towards the turnbuckle and follows in, but Homicide moves out of the way, however Poppa manages to stop himself hitting the turnbuckle and turns around and gets hit with a Knife Edge Chop by Homicide, who hits two more chops and then whips Poppa out of the corner, but Poppa twists Homicide's arm over and then pulls Homicide towards him and hits a Short Arm Clothesline. Homicide gets to his feet holding his face. Popa pushes him into the turnbuckle and then kicks him a few times in the stomach. Poppa then pulls Homicide out and hits a Vertical Suplex. Poppa goes for and early cover. ......................1 ......................2 ...................... Homicide kicks out. Poppa pulls Homicide up, but he counters and goes behind Poppa and hits a Back Drop Suplex. Homicide quickly tries to wrap up the arm of Poppa in a Triangle Hold, but Poppa fights out of it and gets to his feet. Homicide hits a couple of stiff jabs dazing Homicide and then hits a Snap Suplex on the big man. Poppa gets up holding his head. Homicide goes for a Belly to Belly Overhead, but Poppa drives his elbow down into the back of Homicide to break his grip. Poppa then kicks Homicide in the boot and then backs off to bounce off the ropes, but Homicide flies out of his dazed state and levels Poppa with a stiff Running Lariat. Homicide makes the cover. ........................1 .............................2 ........................ Poppa kicks out easily. Homicide pulls Poppa to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Homicide bends down too early though and gets caught with a DDT. Poppa signals for Homicide to get up and goes for a lariat, but Homicide ducks underneath into a waistlock and hits a High Impact German Suplex with a high bridge. ...........................1 .............................2 ........................... Poppa kicks out. Homicide gets to his feet and sets Poppa up for the Shock, but he counters with a Mule Kick and Homicide drops down onto the mat. Poppa quickly comes off the ropes and then hits a Jumping Knee Drop to the back of Homicide. Poppa then bends down and begins to hammer the lower back of Homicide with hard right hands.
Stanyer: And this will be another great match by these 2
Dawg: Great? Great and Poppa in the same sentence don't work
Poppa pulls Homicide up to his feet and then delivers a Back Breaker. Homicide rolls over holding his back. Poppa places his knee across Homicide's back and then pulls back on the neck of Homicide stretching the neck and Lower Back. Poppa releases the hold and then drives his knee into Homicide's back. He then rolls Homicide over and covers him. ........................1 ...........................2 .......................... Homicide kicks out. Homicide gets up holding his back. Poppa hits a couple of right hands, but Homicide blocks the third and then unleashes a volley of straight right jabs and then sends Poppa to the ropes, but he reverses and then delivers a Tilt a Whirl Backbreaker to Homicide and then immediately goes into the cover. .........................1 ............................2 .............................. Homicide kicks out. Poppa pulls Homicide up to his feet and then lifts him up for a Bearhug. You can hear Homicide crying out in pain as Poppa crushes his lower back. Homicide starts to fall limp. The referee checks Homicide's arm and gets a 1. Carlton Rock checks it again and gets a 2. He checks it a third time, but Homicide manages to just hold his hand up. Homicide then starts to come to life and begins to hammer Poppa across the back and with forearms to the face until Poppa drops Homicide, he runs off the ropes only for Poppa to scoop him up once more for the Bearhug. Homicide begins to fall limp again when Poppa adjust the Bearhug and lifts Homicide up a little higher before slamming him down with a Spinebuster. Poppa makes the cover. ..........................1 ............................2 ............................ Homicide gets his shoulder up. Poppa is surprised and picks up Homicide and lifts him over his shoulder and dumps him on the top turnbuckle. Poppa climbs up and then lifts Homicide over his shoulders and then delivers a Samoan Drop from the top turnbuckle. Poppa backs onto Homicide to hook the leg. ..........................1 ..........................2 ........................... Homicide kicks out. Poppa stands to his feet and performs a throat cut and signals for an end. The crowd, subdued by Poppa's dominance, start to jeer Poppa as he sets Homicide up for a Powerbomb. Poppa flips Homicide up but he counters with repeated Right hands to the face and drops out of the powerbomb. Homicide then sends Poppa into the ropes and comes off the opposite ropes himself only for the two of them to hit a Double Clothesline and knock each other down. Both men get to their feet and begin trading right hands, Poppa swings wildly and Homicide ducks underneath him and hits a neckbreaker. Homicide gets to his feet quickly and elbow drops Poppa, he gets back up and leg drops him with hard impact. Homicide lifts up Poppa and sends him off the ropes, as this happens Sabre runs down from the backstage to the ring with a chair in hand. Poppa comes back off the rope as Homicide ducks and kicks the his Massacress right in the sternum and then tackles him to the ground, Poppa gets up and sees Sabre and spits at him. Sabre being completely disgusted climbs up on the apron and starts yelling at Poppa, the ref tries to get him down but it's no use. Poppa comes over but Homicide stops him and tries to roll up Poppa for the pin but Poppa kneels on his chest and tells the ref to count ..1 2 .as the ref begins to raise for 3 Sabre reaches into his pocket and throws some kind of mist or salt that blinds Poppa, Poppa grabs his eyes giving Homicide the chance to roll him up .1 .2 3!!!!
Stanyer: That Bastard!
Dawg: What?
Stanyer: You trying to say you missed that?
Dawg: Missed what?
Stanyer: Sabre throwing that mist or salt, or whatever it was into the eyes of Poppa!!
Dawg: Never saw a thing, you really do need to go to an opticians.
The Scene fades to the back. Anthony Frost is looking around the halls for the Russians. He turns around the corner and bumps into the two big men in front of a water cooler. The two members of the Russians are drinking out of paper cups and speaking in Russian to one another. Anthony Frost walks up to them and begins to speak
Frost: Excuse me......Cossak Joe...
Cossak spits his moth full of water right into Frost's face. Frost abruptly wipes it off with his sleeve then approaches Wowbowski
Frost: Could i have a few words Wowbow....
Wowbowski turns around and throws his half full cup at Frost. The cup glances his shoulder then hits the lens of the camera, blurring much of the screen.
Frost: Fine we'll just leave then.
Wowbowski: Da, good you stupid americanski.
Frost and the cameraman start to leave. the lens gets wiped off but as they walk Wowbowski stops the cameraman.
Wowbowski: Stop Mr.Cameraman. Ve do interview vithout comrade Frost
Cossak Joe: Da
The cameraman sets up again
Wowbowski: Tonight... Vrussians be fightink Brutal Force. Tonight Vrussian be stompink Team brutal force and then be spitting on pathetic americanski's who lose belt to even more pathetic team from Canada.
Cossak Joe: Da. Canada.
Wowbowski: tonight is stepping stone, vhere ve Vrussians be varming up for revenge on ze Playerz club. this time there be no more distraction, no more losink. us Vrussians vill be tag team champion. ve vill be first dual tag team champion. vrepresentink gWo, ve are the best team here, ve are the most hated.
Cossak Joe: Da! lets go!
Wowbowski: There still time before match Cossak, calm down before match, use anger there. interview over. bye.
camera shuts off
We see Barry and Leroy in their locker room. They are warming up. We join them in the middle of a conversation.
Barry: Has Sue calmed down yet?
Leroy: Yeah, she is cool. She got us this No.1 contenders match didn't she?
Barry:That she did. For the Tag titles, which is great. The Russians are a tough team, but we have beaten them before and we can do it again.
Leroy: Don't forget, that was under hardcore stips. This is vanilla rules. Don't mess it up by getting DQed.
Barry:No worries. But it's just.... Argh! How can we just sit here when those Canadian yahoos have our Hardcore belts!
Leroy: I know, it's tough. But they can wait. Tonight we take on the Russians, and when we beat them we have a date with the PWF Tag Team Titles. The Playerz are a good team, but we will Brutalise them. Then you know what we will be?
Barry: Happy?
Leroy: Yes obviously, but more importantly, we will be the only tag team in the history of the PWF to have held both the Tag and Hardcore Tag titles. We would go down in the record books as a truly brutal tag team!
Barry: Ha! That would be kind of cool. Plus it would really piss off the Gods of War, they have been on about that for ages. Brutal Force shall win those titles, Brutal Force shall go down in history! And you know the best part of all this, Leroy?
Leroy: What's that, Barry?
Barry: There is nothing anyone can do about it!
fade out
Stanyer: This match determines the #1 contender to the Tag Team titles. The winner gets a shot at the Playaz Club at House of Pain. Should be a very interesting match.
Credit: Nightshade
Report: Referee Mark Johnson calls for the bell. Wowbowski and Leroy Greene start us off. The two men walk towards each other and Wowbowski uses his reach advantage to tag Leroy in the face with a left jab. Leroy takes it and moves in with three straight shin kicks to Wowbowski's knees. Wowbowski wobbles a bit, but grabs Leroy and takes him over with a vertical suplex. Wowbowski gets to his feet and taunts out to the crowd.
Stanyer: Wowbowski making sure that the fans understand his feelings towards them.
Dawg: Yeah, he has none.
Leroy gets up to his feet and tags Barry Burton in. Wowbowski turns around and is met with three quick jabs to the face. Barry follows up with a body punch with his right and a left hook. Wowbowski spins and drops to the mat. Barry holds up his fist to an arousing roar from the fans. Barry goes over to Wowbowski and starts stomping away on him. Wowbowski rolls to the floor to regroup. Cossak Joe walks over to him and the two begin to confer.
Dawg: I wonder what the two Russians are planning?
As Mark Johnson reaches 6 on his count, Wowbowski steps up onto the apron and walks into the ring. Barry rushes up and attempts another punching combo, but Wowbowski blocks the punches and throws him into the Russian corner. Wowbowski hits seven heavy body shots, alternating between right and left. Mark Johnson backs him up, but Cossak Joe wraps his arm around Barry's throat and begins choking him. Leroy rushes into the ring and Johnson is forced to restrain him. This gives Wowbowski a chance to come over and lay the boots to Barry's stomach.
Stanyer: This match has been controlled by the Russians, Brutal Force have had trouble getting going so far.
Johnson finally gets Leroy to leave the ring and Cossak Joe lets go of his chokehold. Wowbowski picks Barry up, puts him in a headlock, and tags in Joe. Joe steps into the ring and takes advantage of the headlock bringing a heavy double axe handle down onto Barry's back, sending him to the mat. Cossak picks Barry up and drops him with a stunning backbreaker. He follows up with a pin 1 2 ..Leroy breaks the attempt up.
Cossak picks Barry up again and whips him into the ropes. As Barry comes back, he is met with a big boot to the face. Barry drops to the mat again and Cossak covers with a lateral press 1 2 Leroy again breaks the pin up. Cossak gets up and looks frustrated. He charges Leroy as he starts to leave the ring and knocks him to the floor with a hard elbow shot. Cossak looks back at Barry and picks him up again. He signals for the end and sets him up for the Soviet Stinger (Downward Spiral). As he is about to pull back, Barry pulls a headbutt up from the deepest recesses of his body. Cossak Joe is stunned, but Barry hits another one, forcing the hold to be broken. Barry charges Joe and tackles him with a Thesz press, but instead of punching or pinning, he starts ripping at Joe's eyebrow with his teeth.
Dawg: Come on!! That's a disqualification!!!
Stanyer: You wouldn't complain if it was the other way around.
Mark Johnson breaks this and Barry finally tags out to his partner. Leroy hops up to the top rope and hits a spinning heel kick from the top to Joe's chest. Joe is forced back and to the ground from this kick, and Leroy follows up with a pin 1 2 Joe powers out of the weak pin. Joe stands up and puts his hand to his forehead to discover blood trickling out of the bite wound. Joe immediately turns towards Barry and floors him with an elbow shot. Barry drops to the ground and Joe turns back to Leroy to take a jumping calf kick. He falls back into the ropes and Leroy hits a quick kick to the stomach. Joe doubles over and Leroy drops him to the mat with a quick DDT. Leroy jumps to the top rope and poses for the cheering crowd.
Joe sits up and starts to get to his feet. Leroy motions with his fingers for Joe to hurry. Wowbowski begins screaming something in Russian across the ring. Joe gets up and groggily turns towards Leroy, who comes jumping off with a twisting body attack. Joe quickly drops to the mat and Leroy lands hard on his right arm. Cossak Joe takes advantage of this and stomps on the arm before tagging in Wowbowski. Wowbowski comes in and mounts Leroy,punching him in the face. Mark Johnson calls for the break. After a couple more punches, Wowbowski complies. He lifts Leroy up and whips him into the ropes. Wowbowski drops Leroy with a lunging clothesline.
Stanyer: A shot at the Playaz Club's Tag Titles is the prize for tonights winners. It's becoming very back and forth at this moment in time.
Wowbowski taunts the downed Leroy and tries a lax cover 1 2 Leroy just gets his shoulder up. Wowbowski picks Leroy up and whips him into the ropes again.Wowbowski tried to hit a big boot, but Leroy ducks it and comes running with a kitchen sink, flipping Wowbowski over. Leroy makes a quick pose and then runs into the ropes, coming off with a somersault guillotine leg drop. He stays on the ground and starts dropping axe kicks across Wowbowski's throat. After a few kicks, Leroy loses the energy and the race to make the tag is on.
Stanyer: Amazing move from Leroy to break the deadlock, now he has to make a tag to Barry Burton.
Barry stretches his arm out to the farthest reaches he can go. Meanwhile, on the otherside of the ring, Joe has his back turned to the action. He reaches into his wrist band and pulls out a set of brass knuckles. He smiles as he slips them onto his right hand. He then turns and holds out his left arm for a tag. The fans get behind Leroy and cheer him on to his corner, but Wowbowski makes the tag first. Cossak Joe steps into the ring and walks over to Leroy. He grabs his foot and says that the tag "Vill not happen." Leroy bounces up on one foot and kicks his foot out of Joe's grasp with a somersault kick. He then tags in Barry Burton, who is enraged.
Stanyer: There's the tag!!!
Burton starts punching away at Joe, who blocks the punches with his left arm. Joe backs into the corner and Mark Johnson calls for a break. Barry takes five steps back and points to his jaw, just begging for Cossak Joe to hit him. The fans instantly start screaming against this choice, but Barry seems oblivious to them. Joe smiles and levels Barry with a brass knuckle right cross to the jaw. At the finish of his punch, with his back turned to the ref, he quickly slips off the knucks and slides them back into his wrist tape. He then covers Barry 1 2 3.
Stanyer: Cossak Joe used brass knucks!!! That's a DQ!!!
Dawg: I didn't see no brass knucks, and neither did the referee, I agree with him, nothing wrong with it at all. That was some punch from Cossak.
Stanyer: Of course it was!! He used brass knucks, look at the replay, you can't miss them!!
Dawg: Your just blind to the truth, as always.
Report: Rookie and MVD circle each other, they tie up in the centre of the ring. MVD goes into a headlock, Rookie counters out with a hammerlock, which MVD promptly counters into a top wristlock, only for Rookie to break it and then lock in a headlock. MVD pushes him off into the ropes and then goes for a Heel Kick, but Rookie ducks it and then comes off the ropes and takes MVD down with a Flying Clothesline. MVD gets to his feet and Rookie nails a gut kick follows by two quick right hand jabs. He then sends MVD to the ropes. But he goes down too early and MVD rolls over his back, he waits for the startled Rookie to turn around, before clocking him bang on the jaw with a Back Heel Kick. Rookie gets up holding his jaw. MVD delivers a couple of forearms and then sends Rookie into the corner. He runs in and then hits a perfect Monkey Flip. MVD does a two thumb taunt, drawing more boos from the crowd. Rookie is now back to his feet and MVD sends him to the ropes and floors him with a High Spinning Wheel Kick. MVD covers. 1 2 . Rookie kicks out. MVD pulls Rookie up to his feet and hits a couple of forearms and then sends him to the ropes, but Rookie reverses and then flattens MVD with a stiff clothesline. MVD gets to his feet and Rookie boots him in the gut and then hits the Number 1 Pick (DDT). Rookie hooks the leg. .1 2 MVD kicks out, but only just. Rookie mounts MVD and delivers powerful and precise right hands to his face before pulling him to his feet by his long hair. Rookie hits a European Uppercut and then as MVD staggers away, he pulls him back and then hooks him up and delivers a Perfect Snap Suplex. He holds on and rolls through and then plants MVD with a second Snap Suplex. Once again he holds on and then finishes with a Front Face Suplex and then bounces into a cover. ..1 2 . MVD just gets his shoulder up.
Stanyer: This is the first time Rookie has main evented a PWF Television show in a singles match. It may even be the first time he has main evented a TV show period, I haven't had time to go through all the MOW SH archives.
Dawg: You do WAY too much research. I mean come on, who would check how many times someone has main evented a TV show. So you can look flash with a nice statistic when it comes around to that very match? Sad, quite sad.
Stanyer: I was researching Rookie actually, not looking for statistics, I wanted to see how he wrestled, so I knew how to call his matches. Is that so difficult for you to believe.
Dawg: As the words came from your mouth, definitely.
Rookie pulls MVD to his feet and then delivers some hard right hands to his face. He then sends him into the ropes before planting him with a hard Sidewalk Slam. He decides not to cover and instead comes off the ropes and hits a hard elbow drop before he does in fact make the cover. .1 .2 . MVD once again kicks out. Rookie picks him up to his feet and then hits a few right hands pushing MVD into the corner. Rookie then hits a few shoulder blocks before he lifts MVD up to the top rope. There he climbs up and looks to hit a Superplex. But MVD counters with a few rabbit punches, and finally pushes Rookie off to the floor. MVD then stands up and catches Rookie with a Flying Sidekick to the jaw. MVD takes a moment to compose himself and then arrogantly does a quick two thumb taunt as he pulls Rookie to his feet. MVD then hooks him around the waist and then drives him into the mat with "The Sexiest Move" (Spinning Belly to Back Suplex). MVD then climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and licks his fingers before doing his umpteenth two thumb taunt and then diving off with the Stinky Leg Drop. He then hooks the leg. 1 2 .. Rookie just gets his shoulder up. MVD doesn't look too concerned as he stands over Rookie and performs the most hated move in wrestling today, the "Old Man Stink".
Stanyer: This move should be banned, it's so humiliating, it's not as if much ever comes from the move, he just uses it to embarrass his opponents.
Dawg: And your point is?
Stanyer: Perhaps MVD should have some more respect for his competition, he might need it one day.
Dawg: MVD has never needed to respect anyone, and probably never will. That is what makes MVD so damn good.
MVD finally pulls Rookie up to his feet and hits a few forearms before he sends him to the ropes. MVD then plants Rookie with a Back Body Flip. MVD then signals to the crowd that he is going to end the match. He then climbs to the top rope and stands up to do the two thumb taunt, and then goes for the Five Star Frog Splash, only for Rookie to roll out of the way at the last second. MVD finds nothing but the canvas, and rolls around holding his gut while Rookie takes some time to recover from the punishment he himself has taken.
Stanyer: MVD's arrogance has backfired, and now Rookie is back in the game.
Dawg: Back in the game maybe, but still destined to lose. That's why after all this time, he is still called The Rookie.
Stanyer: That's just his name, he's a very experienced
Dawg: Shut up, nobody cares about what you have to say, they want to see MVD hit the Five Star, and end this contest quickly.
Stanyer: Whatever you say boss.
Both men make it to their feet, MVD goes for a right hand, but Rookie blocks it and then hits MVD with a right hand. MVD comes back with one of his own, but Rookie also comes back with a right hand. They exchange punches again, until MVD blocks one of Rookie's punches and then sends him to the ropes, only for MVD to bend down too early and Rookie hits a Facebuster on him. Rookie hooks MVD from behind and then plants him with a German Suplex, and a bridge. ..1 2 . MVD just kicks out. Rookie pulls MVD up to his feet and then plants him with a Reverse DDT. Rookie then climbs up to the rope rope and then hit the Top Draft (Lo-Down). He quickly hooks the leg for the cover. .1 ..2 . MVD kicks out. Neither Rookie, nor the crowd can quite believe it. Rookie picks up MVD and comes off the ropes and goes for the Free Agent Money Maker (Jump Swinging DDDT), but MVD counters by throwing Rookie off him, and into the referee, Mark Johnson, who is knocked through the ropes to the floor. MVD sees this and reacts quickly to roll out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. Rookie sees MVD getting back into the ring and he stomps on him and then hits a leg drop, driving his face into the chair. He drags MVD into the middle of the ring, and then goes for a cover, but Mark Johnson is still out. Rookie goes to the outside and checks on him, he seems to be slowly coming around. Rookie gets back into the ring and looks at the chair as MVD is getting up, he looks at the ref, and sees that he will be out of it for a few more seconds at least. He picks up the steel chair and waits for MVD to get up. He goes for a full blooded chair shot, but MVD ducks it and then KO's Rookie with the Vandaminator. Blood drips from a small wound on Rookie's forehead as MVD pushes the chair out of the ring. Mark Johnson is on the outside, regaining his bearings. He sees MVD making the cover and half slides into the ring to make the count. ..1 .2 ..3!!!! MVD picks up the win, and immediately begins celebrating.
Stanyer: MVD picks up the win, with a lapse of concentration from Rookie, and the help of a Steel Chair.
Dawg: You can't complain, Rookie was going to use that chair as well as MVD, it's not as if Rookie wouldn't have KO'd MVD with that chair to win the match.
Stanyer: No, but it was MVD who brought the chair into the match, Rookie just took advantage of it.
Dawg: Stop moaning and just celebrate a glorious MVD victory.
Rookie is on the outside of the ring, holding his head, and cursing himself for losing, he looks towards the ramp, and he sees 5 men walking down, all wearing gothic style full length cloaks. He takes the obvious option and leaves the area through the crowd. MVD on the other hand, is completely oblivious as he taunts and plays with the crowd, who are showering him with abuse.
Stanyer: MVD had better watch out, He's picked on the Cult of Shadows, and now he may have to face the consequences.
Dawg: Matt, MATT!!! Get out of there!!!
The Cult of Shadows surrounds the ring, the arena dims to a red light, which is when MVD realises that other people are in the ring. MVD sees one of them getting into the ring, while each of the other 4 take a side of the ring. MVD has nowhere to go. He keeps glancing towards the entrance, as if expecting his fellow gWo members to come down at any time.
Dawg: Come on, where are the gWo?
Stanyer: I have no idea, they are usually here by now. Perhaps they had disowned MVD.
The man in the ring, suddenly points to the Tron, and a nervous looking MVD looks up towards it. It suddenly flickers into life, it shows Sabre, Hunt and The Russians all watching the monitor, but it appears to be from a few moments ago, showing the end of his match with Rookie. There is a big cheer when MVD picks up the win. A few moments after MVD has scored the winning pinfall, the gWo's monitor goes black. Sabre hits the monitor, Hunt shakes it. But The Russians don't seem too bothered, and place 5 vodka glasses on the table. Cossak pours a shot into each glass. The 5th presumably for MVD. Then the Tron cuts off.
Stanyer: There ain't no help coming for MVD, he is on his own.
Dawg: No, what happened to the monitor? Get someone out here now!!!
Stanyer: Looks like the Cult of Shadows has a leaving present for MVD.
MVD decides to make a run for it, and goes to leave the ring, but he picks the worst possible side, and is attacked by the biggest man of them all, presumably King Volcano. MVD is then thrown back into the ring where the man, obviously the leader, and obviously the world champion, Bloodbath, pulls out of a pocket a set of handcuffs. He promptly puts them on MVD.
Stanyer: Things are looking up every minute.
Dawg: Security, anyone, I don't care, GET SOMEONE OUT HERE NOW!!! Get a message to the gWo, I don't care!!!
Stanyer: Not happening.
The man nearest the announcers table picks up a Steel Chair and passes it to Bloodbath. Four of the CoS now remove their hoods. Revealing a relaxed looking Grimm, Hanibal, an angry looking King Volcano, and Bloodbath in the ring, who looks ready to give MVD some serious hurt. The 5th man does not remove his hood.
Stanyer: Who's the 5th man? Why doesn't he remove his hood like the rest?
Dawg: WHO CARES!!!
Bloodbath then pounds on MVD with the steel chair, taking his time between each shot. MVD is defenceless, Grimm and Hanibal just laugh at him on the outside. After hitting the tenth chair shot, which leaves MVD virtually unconcious, and bleeding from the forehead and mouth.
Stanyer: Bloodbath has turned MVD into a complete mess, it's a good thing he won't be here next week, as he probably wouldn't make it here next week.
Dawg: This is the worst day in the history of the PWF. This is a travesty.
The Cult of Shadows replace their hoods and Bloodbath leads them up the ramp in single file. The mysterious 5th man walks right at the back.
Stanyer: We been overunning for the past 5 minutes folks, we really have to go, tune in next week.
Dawg: Where hopefully Sabre will fare better as commissioner than MVD has this week.