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The End of the World IV
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American Airlines Arena
Dallas, Texas
Saturday June 23rd 2002
Attendance: 21,638
Sabre: 'This is my crowning achievment tonight and I need you clowns to do your job TO THE LETTER, do you understand?'
The team bristles at the comment as one man pipes up...
Security: 'Yes sir. Big Poppa will not be let into the building as per your orders.'
Sabre: 'See that he doesn't or all of your arses are out the door. Not only am I planning on making records here tonight but I'm also going to turn this plagued ship around and turn the PWF into the shining wrestling buisness it should be... naturally the losers like Big Poppa will NOT be a part of this transition.'
Security: 'Yes sir.'
Sabre grins before walking back into the building...
The ESPN logo fades out as "The Fight Song" by Marilyn Manson starts. Flashes of some of the earlier PWF matches are shown then as the music kicks in the images get quicker and often more violent. We see flashes of all the PWF's superstars and then each time it shouts "Fight", we see a hard hitting move or weapon shot. Then as the last "Fight" is shouted, the Sunday Night Havoc logo fades in and then we cut to the American Airlines Arena where Pyro's blast off all around the arena, the full house goes wild and holds up their signs for the camera's to see. Finally we cut to the PWF announcing team of Jason Stanyer, and his collegue, "Big Dawg" Dave Harley.
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome to Sunday Night Havoc, We are your hosts, I'm Jason Stanyer, and alongside me is the "Big Dawg" Dave Harley. We are coming to you live from the American Airlines Arena here in Dallas, Texas.
Dawg: This crowd is making some noise here tonight. Must be anticipating the arrival of the all powerful Sabre.
Stanyer: For those who haven't noticed, Sabre has been making life a living hell for pretty much everyone in the PWF. He's fired innumerable people already. And we expect more to go before the day is out.
Dawg: The immortal words: - Don't cross the boss. Especially when his name is Sabre.
Stanyer: I just kept out of his way, I like my job, I want to keep it!!
Dawg: You think Sabre is serious with this 6 on 1 match for Big Poppa?
Stanyer: I don't know, he's not even letting the man in the building, if he isn't in the building, then how can he wrestle?
Dawg: True, but you never know with Sabre.
"Brand New Hate" by the Backyard Babies blasts from the speakers, and Sabre, decked out in a tux walks proudly down the rampway alongside some bikini-clad 'ring girls'. Despite the heel factor of Sabre, the fans cheer at the display of some T and A. However, as Sabre climbs into the ring, he stops the girls in his tracks, shooing them backstage to the disbelief of the crowd. Fireworks explode on stage as Sabre poses for the cameras, before being handed a microphone...
Sabre: 'You want ring girls?'
Crowd cheers
Sabre: 'You reaaaally sure you want hot, saucy ring girls?'
Crowd cheers
Sabre: 'Well... too damn bad. Welcome one and all to SUNDAY NIGHT SABRE! The show that brings class, ability and most of all... me as PWF COMMISIONER! YEAH!!!'
The crowd boos loudly before breaking into the traditional 'Sabre sucks' chant as the superstar spins around in the ring, laughing...
Sabre: 'Scream your lungs out for all I care, it doesn't change the fact that tonight... I'm DRIVING this train to chaos-ville! And trust me, I've taken steps to make sure that NOBODY interupts my plans for World domination.'
The arena start chanting Big Poppa's name in the hopes that the fan favourite will stop the rant from the fill-in commisioner...
Sabre: 'Forget it. Right now, Poppa's turning his head and coughing because he isn't getting in the building without being searched inside out... over and over again. And with that said, let's all move on to buisness, shall we?'
Stanyer: 'I can't believe the things Sabre is doing here. Doesn't he know he's being televised across the World right now?'
Dawg: 'Quiet down, he's about to get down to buisness...'
Sabre: 'Now as you all know, Matt Van Dam was, in a word, humiliated in a sneak attack from those 'ghosties' in the Cult of Shadows last week. Roll the footage if you could, maestro...
The 'Tron replays the ending of last week's Havoc, just as the lights go out for MVD and he gets jumped by the Cult of Shadows. The mysterious 'hooded figure' is also emphasised...
Sabre: 'Bloodbath, you think you have free reign of this place? You think that because you CHEATED your way to the gold means you can do whatever you want? Well you're days are numbered tonight, because in memory of the fallen MVD... The REAL champion... the FIGHTING champion... has booked himself in a match against you to truly show you what a PWF superstar is made of... Messing with the gWo is not something a smart person does, and you'll realise this tonight. One on one.'
Dawg: 'What a chivalrous act from Sabre standing up to that henchman. Bravo.'
Stanyer: 'Can't you tell he just wants a World title match so he can get his greasy hands on the PWF title?!'
Dawg: 'Please! The fact that Bloodbath is the champion is merely a coincidence.'
Sabre: 'And also... a match for the fans out there... as neither side can wait until the House of Pain... you people will be watching the signed and sealed match of Davey K and The Playaz Club, up against the far superior Jason Hunt alongside those rough buggers The Russians. Howdaya like THEM green apples, folks?'
The obvious bias towards the Green World Order gets the fans heated again as Sabre walks around the ring, grinning....
"My Way" By Limp Bizkit starts up and the crowd starts cheering madly Sabre looks a bit worried, but the music continues to play for awhile Fans stop cheering, as they think it's a joke on Sabre's part or something. The music starts up again and so do the cheers. Finally the curtain starts moving and Big Poppa comes out with a card table and a mic.
Big Poppa: "If there's one bloody thing I hate, it's you, Sabre. But another thing I really hate is having to poke security guys in the eyes just to get in the goddamn arena. Sabre, I am seriously sick and tired of all your little games where you screw me over. I'm saying it all comes to an end right here, right now."
The fans cheer wildly
Sabre: "Hold on, Pops. I don't have time for small fries like you. I'm in the big "
Big Poppa: "Sabre you idiot, let me finish. I have one fond memory of our reign as a tag team. You want to know what that is, Commish? Our little thumb war tourneys. If I recall correctly, you always won those damn matches, as you had superior thumb capabilities."
Sabre nods in agreement
Big Poppa: "So first let me say this. I challenge you to a match at the next PPV "
Sabre: "What kind of match?"
Big Poppa: "That's the fun part, the stipulations are decided by the winner of the ultimate contest of Thumbs That's right, you and me, right here, right now."
Fans cheer wildly as Big Poppa starts walking to the ring. He throws the card table inside the ring and steps over the top rope. He then sets up the table
Sabre: "Big Poppa, you truly are a fool. I've beat you 7 times, and I'll beat you again."
Big Poppa: "Is that a fact? Well I've been practicing a lot, Sabre. My thumb power is at least a ten."
Sabre: "That's impossible, I'm only at 9 ½ "
Stanyer: Looks like Big Poppa has the extra thumb strength, is this wise of Sabre to accept this challenge?
Dawg: "Big Poppa is lying there's no way he's at a 10."
Stanyer: " Do you even know what that means?"
Dawg: "Not really, but I do know that Sabre is better then Poppa in every way."
Stanyer: We shall see about that. This could be Big Poppa's first win over Sabre in a thumb war.
Big Poppa: "Lets get started "
Big Poppa and Sabre extend their right arms and grasp hands."
Sabre and Poppa: "One Two Three Four I declare a thumb war!"
Both men pull their thumbs back, avoiding an immediate loss. They circle their thumbs, waiting for one to attack. Sabre is the first to go in, but Poppa manages to pop his thumb out of his socket to avoid his attack. Sabre pulls back, and the two warriors are back where they started. Big Poppa moves his thumb back into the natural position, fakes left, fakes right, and goes for the kill. Sabre counters and pins Poppa
Sabre: "1 2 "
Dawg: Dammit, Sabre nearly had it there.
Big Poppa manages to break loose and sighs. That could have been it, and all his training would have meant nothing. Sabre lets out a smirk, thinking he has the edge. While Sabre is thinking about how great he is, Big Poppa again goes for the kill. This time he connects and gets Sabre's finger down. Big Poppa gets a 1 count as Sabre manages to get his finger loose. Before Sabre gets a chance to plan his next attack, Poppa violently slams Sabre's thumb down. 1 2 ½
Stanyer: "Sabre looks like he's in trouble"
Dawg: Don't be stupid, Sabre is in complete control.
Big Poppa has a big grin on his face. Sabre's thumb is looking really tired and red. Big Poppa again goes on the offensive, but Sabre pulls back. Realizing his thumb couldn't stay back there forever, Sabre gets nervous. Suddenly Sabre smiles, which confuses Poppa. Sabre extends his index finger and pins down Big Poppa's thumb. Big Poppa struggles to escape, but Sabre delivers the final blow by putting his thumb on top of his index finger, making it nearly impossible to escape.
Sabre: "1 2 3!!!"
Big Poppa: "You bastard!!!"
Sabre releases his hold and claims victory. Big Poppa, humbled and bitter, begins to exit the ring.
Sabre: "Ha, you better walk down the ramp in shame, just like you'll be after I beat you at House of Pain "
Big Poppa: "So come on then, cheating or not, you won, you pick the stipulations."
Sabre: "No problem, at House of Pain it will be you and me in a 2 out of 3 falls match. The first fall, I will beat you in a wrestling match. The 2nd fall, I will beat you in a Street Fight. There won't be any need for a third fall, but if by some miracle you do score a pinfall over me, then it will be a Last Man Standing match."
Sabre and Poppa exchange glares as Big Poppa backs up the ramp. The camera cuts to a commercial.
We are shown footage of what happened during the break. Sabre is in the parking lot with the security force he set to stop Big Poppa getting in the building.
Sabre: "I gave you one simple task: - Stop Big Poppa from getting in the building, and you idiots couldn't even do that."
Security: "Sorry, sir, but ."
Sabre: "Shut up, your all fired, now get out of my sight."
Sabre walks off and leaves the security guards where they are.
Stanyer: Well, we can add 5 more people to the "fired" list. How many more people will Sabre fire today?
Dawg: Please come out here and sack Stanyer, please come out here and sack Stanyer.
The scene open up in Sabre's commisioners office. Sabre is on the phone talking to someone. His door swings open, and in comes a young man that looks to be in his teens. He is wearing a leather biker jacket and some black jeans with black boots. Sabre is still on the phone with a shocked look on his face. The young man takes a seat that is in front of his desk. Sabre tells the person goodbye and hangs up the phone. He stares at the young man and they begin to speak.
Sabre: 'I knew asking for Henry Winkler was a long shot but I never thought he'd actually show. What's happening, Fonz?'
The unknown superstar grins, washing away the barbed comment aimed at him...
Man: I am new in the PWF. I go by the name of Jay Stylez.
Sabre: 'Oh, I see. Well in that case, welcome. My name is Sabre and I run this show. Care for a gummi bear? I prefer the red ones. No? Don't like gummi bear's? Oh well. Anywayz, I'm a busy man so you'll have to kindly GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!!!..... Nice to meet you mister Jay Leno...
Jay Stylez: Jay Stylez.
Sabre, without looking at the newcomer, rubs his head with his fingers...
Sabre: 'Okaaaaay... Looks like we'll be going nowhere fast here... what would you want with the PWF's fighting champion? Some tips on how to NOT look like the dude from the village people?'
Jay Stylez: I want to wrestle in a match.
Sabre: 'You want to wrestle, and I want to be commisioner. And you know what? It happened. Through ability, stamina and a huge amount of charisma I became the almighty champion you see right now. Unfortunatley, that won't happen to the likes of you because, just looking at you... my spider sense is telling me you suck eggs. Sorry boy-o.'
Sabre laughs at Jay who suddenly gets up from his chair, looking hatefully at Sabre who instinctivley throws his hand up in defense...
Sabre: 'Woah there tiger, hands off the soon to be PWF World champion. Y'know what? You kinda remind me of me.... if I was really, really ugly. So... you want a match? Any old match?'
Jay Stylez: Yes.
Sabre: 'Righty. In that case you learn the ropes the hard way, just like the rest of us. And there's NO way you're getting a title shot at ANY belt before The Man does... but relax buddy... I have the perfect guy to mirror your jobber-like skill.'
Jay relaxes a little at the promise of a match, but remains standing...
Jay Stylez: And who will that be?
Sabre: 'Ummmm.... uhhhh.... Splatter? Spanker? No, no wait, I got it.... Splinter.'
Jay Stylez: [Laughing]Splinter...isnt that the rat's name from Ninga Turtles? Ok I will wrestle him.
Sabre: 'It's now officially a harcore rules match, because that joke made my head explode. Really. Don't make funny ha ha jokes like that EVER again.'
Jay Stylez: [Smilling]Thats my kind of a match.
Sabre: 'Whatever. Want a gummi bear? I prefer the red ones, myself.'
Jay Styles merely leaves as the camera focuses in on the jar full of gummi's before cutting away...
Dawg: Man, is that guy lucky. He's the first person Sabre has spoken to that hasn't been fired.
Stanyer: He's a very lucky man, most people don't usually get through the door with Sabre.
Jason Hunt is in the backstage area sipping on a hot steamy coffee when Ted Tedison approaches him.
Tedison: Jason Hunt, tonight....
Hunt: Crap man, who are you?
Tedison: I'm Ted Tedison, I conduct interviews here in the PWF, i've been interviewing you for the past few months. Since January.
Hunt: I'm sorry but I just don't remember someone fitting that description, ya know it's one of those things you would remember.
Tedison: Right...well tonight you have a match....
Hunt: What did you say your name was again?
Tedison: Tedison, Ted Tedison.
Hunt: Are you for serious? Your name says Ted in it twice, that's weird. You new here or something?
Tedison: For god sakes man are you suffering from memory loss?
Hunt: Um, none that I can think of. But on with your questions.
Tedison: Alright. Jason Hunt, tonight you are in a 6 man tag against the Playaz Club.
Hunt: I am aware of that.
Tedison: You should be, but what are your thoughts on that?
Hunt: Well if the Russians don't scew up then we should be golden. I finally get one more chance before the pay per view to get my hands on Davey K.
Tedison: So you see the other members as not a threat?
Hunt: Look at me 2 Ted, I am a perfect specimen , I am better than every other supposed superstar in this place. Does anyone else have the claim to fame of "The Fastest Rising Superstar Eva"?!?!? I didn't think so. I've already taken care of Masta P by myself, no problem what so ever. I don't even know the other member of the tea club. What's his name?
Tedison: Q...
Hunt: Q? Is this like some James Bond shit going on? Not like it matters, you see tonight Davey K is going to get his JasonHolic ass kicked by me once again. Then finally after I am pulled off of him, since you know once I start delivering a fly beating to his ass, I aint gonna stop.
Tedison: Did you just say fly?
Hunt: Yeah, i'm down with it. I'm cool, i'm hip, i'm Jason Hunt. I'm all the rage at my community at my beach house down in North Caki.
Tedison: Um Jason...
Hunt: Yes?
Tedison: I've been to your house, you live in a retirement community.
Hunt: Hence I am da coolest guy there, and anywhere else for that matter. It's a real blast, playing Ethel at badminton and taking on ole' Eddy at a blazin' game of shuffle board.
Tedison: Jason...Jason...
Hunt: Then there's Bob...wait is Bob dead or not? I can't remember, I remember one of the old hip hopsters dying but I don't know which one...
Tedison: JASON!
Hunt: What?
Tedison: Let's get back to the matter at hand? Please.
Hunt: Ok, I was just...
Tedison: I know, I know.
Hunt: Shoot.
Tedison: What is your battle plan agains Davey K at House of Pain?
Hunt: Battle plan?
Tedison: Yes.
Hunt: I plan on kicking his ass and climbing out the cage Ted, what else would I plan on doing?
Tedison: No secret weapons or...
Hunt: Of course there is, but if I told you, they wouldn't be secret.
Tedison: Ah ha.
Hunt: Are you accusing me cheating?
Tedison: Wha...No, I never said that.
Hunt: Cause if you did...
Tedison: Uh....Jason what is your sudden affliation with Tommy Decat all aboot?
Hunt: About. If you ever say aboot again I will shove your size 7 boot so far up your ass you'll be eating oder eaters for breakfast, got it?
Tedison: I'm sorry, I was just trying to make a little joke...
Hunt: Oh...ya know it sucked major hardcore ass then. You just fell into the pool of suck that Tom was once in.
Tedison: Why are you all of a sudden becoming affliated with him? And trying to change him?
Hunt: Oh you'll see Tedster, you'll see. But my JasonHolic, for now I must go. I got to get ready for this shit fest tonight. Lata.
Jason Hunt walks off until some guy walks out infront of him causing Hunt to spill his coffee all over the guy. The guy screams out in agony as Hunt looks around and speeds off. Ted looks and just shakes his head.
'Mamma said knock you out' hits as Barry and Leroy emerge onto the ramp. The crowd cheers as the two make their way to the ring, microphones in hand.
Leroy: Hey all. It's us. This here is the man who floats like hot air balloon, stings like a paper cut with lemon juice on it, Baaaaatlin' Baaaaarrrrryyy Buuuuurrrrrrton!!!
Cheers
Leroy: And I am the most street smart, enlightened, serene kung fu master on the god damn planet. My name is Leroy Greene. But you can call me...
Deep Breath
Leroy: (with Crowd) BBBBBRRRRRUUUUUCCCCCEEEEE!!!!!
Barry: And together we are the once and future PWF Hardcore tag Team Champions, the most dominant team ever in the history of the PWF and the two people on earth that you would ever want to mess with. In short, we are...
Leroy & Barry & Crowd: BRUTAL FORCE!
Barry: And boy, are we looking forward to House of pain!
Leroy: That's right. We are going to teach those Canadian moose maters the meaning of the word Brutality, and regain our titles.
Crowd pops.
Barry: Not only that, but just to increase the mayhem, we get to Brutalise the Gods of War. At the same time. How cool is that?
Leroy: That's right! It is a three way dance for the PWF Hardcore Tag Team Titles. And we love to dance!
Barry: It's going to be tremendous. Three Teams. No Rules. One Outcome. Us standing over our fallen opponents, with the gold raised in the air.
Leroy: You know, it isn't all fan and games. There are a lot of things to think about when going into a matchup this big.
Barry: One of the worst things is the waiting. The anticipation can get to you to such a degree, that it can ruin your perfomance.
Leroy: But we have a way round that. We are going to give you a little preview of the match. A warm up, if you will. Right here in Dallas, Texas
Cheap pop.
Barry: So, do you want to see Brutal Force Vs. Gods of War, in this very ring, right now.
Huge Cheers.
Leroy: The fans have spoken. Now do the Gods have big enough balls to answer the challenge.
Leroy waits... not for long, as...
The crash of a gong is heard throughout the arena and Metallica's Where Ever I May Roam hits the PA system to a loud chorus of Boos. Out comes Alexander and Kull, Alexander carrying a lead pipe and a mic and Kull is carrying a steel chair and a trash can.
Alexander: I'm gald to hear your looking forward to the "brutal" beating your gonna recieve. I'm also truly happy you've decided to be so inclined to give the fans a preview of that beating.
Kull sets down the trash can and takes the mic from Alexander.
Kull: Those titles are ours for the taking and we will just show you how much pain and suffering we're willing to cause just to take what is ours.
Kull hands the mic back to Alexanderand picks up the trash can.
Alexander: So remember, becareful what you wish for....
Alexander drops the mic and the Gods of War charge the ring.
Report: Alexander and Kull slide underneath the ring. Kull drops the chair and then drives the trashcan into the head of Barry Burton. While Alexander smashes Leroy across the forehead with his Lead Pipe. Kull places the trashcan on top of Barry and then comes off the ropes and hits a Flipping Senton Splash, crushing the can onto his opponent. Alexander beats Leroy down with a Double Axe Handle across the back of his neck. He then lifts him up and throws him into the corner where he grabs the lead pipe and drives it into his gut. Alexander then grabs the groggy Leroy Greene and throws him half way across the ring with a perfect Overhead Belly to Belly suplex. Leroy sits up holding his back, his face showing the pain he is in. Alexander motions across and pulls him down for a Lateral Press. 1 ..2 Leroy kicks out. Kull has Burton in the corner and the chair has been placed in the middle of the ring. Kull runs towards Burton and then spectacuarly Monkey Flips Burton high in the air sending him crashing down onto the Steel Chair. Kull then pulls off another spectacular move as he springboards off the 2nd rope with a picture perfect Asai Moonsault. He then hooks the leg for a cover. 1 ..2 . Burton powers out.
Dawg: I thought this was a tag match not a brawl.
Stanyer: Well, I have no idea what the rules have been set as, but from what I can see, it's a Hardcore style Tag match. That's about all I can guess. They did say a "preview" of House of Pain, which will be a hardcore contest.
Dawg: Makes sense I suppose, although I think Chris Regan is just letting them get on with it, he hasn't a clue either.
Alexander pulls Leroy up to his feet and throws him into the corner. He then hits a couple of Shoulder blocks before he whips him to the opposite corner. He charges in with a clothesline, but Leroy sidesteps it and then connects with a Back Brain Kick which sends Alexander's face into the turnbuckle. Leroy then hooks up Alexander from behind and hits a High Angle Back Drop. Leroy then comes off the ropes and hits a Flipping Leg Drop before making the cover. ..1 ..2 .. Alexander powers out. Meanwhile Kull picked Burton up and connected with a powerful Terra Kick, but surprisingly, Burton stayed on his feet. Kull connects with a 2nd Terra Kick, but this only seems to wind Burton up. Kull goes for a third Terra Kick, but Burton ducks it and then body tackles Kull to the mat where in the style of an ultimate fighter he grips Kull in a headlock and pounds his face with right hands. He then releases and lets Kull get to his feet. He connects with a couple of Boxer Jabs and then he sends Kull to the ropes before smashes him into the canvas with a Sidewalk Slam. Burton hooks the leg. ..1 .2 Kull kicks out. Leroy has the steel chair that Kull was using and he cracks it over Alexander's skull. He then sees Kull sitting up and he motions to Burton. They both back off and then charge in and hit a double dropkick to the back of the head, with Leroy using the steel chair to cause extra damage.
Stanyer: Jesus, Kull nearly had his skull caved in. That was viscious from Brutal Force.
Dawg: Brutal even.
Stanyer: Exactly. Suddenly boos ring around the arena as we zoom to the rampway and see Grimm and Hanibal running down the ramp, both armed with Steel Chairs. They slide into the ring and quickly floor Leroy and Barry with violent chair shots. Hanibal takes care of Kull with vile shot to the back of his head before he can even get to his feet. Grimm waits for Alexander to get up before the drills him with a chairshot that echoes around the arena. Grimm then gets out of the ring and pulls a table out from underneath the ring. Hanibal seems to be deciding which one should go through the table. He finally settles on Leroy Greene. Grimm is already setting up the table in the middle of the ring. Hanibal directs Grimm to Leroy, while he climbs up to the top rope. Grimm rolls Leroy onto the top of the table and then points to Hanibal, who hits the Hanibal Effect (Swanton Bomb), sending Leroy crashing through the table. Hanibal holds his gut as he leaves Leroy with a few choice words. Canadian Kaos raise their arms to the crowd before rolling out of the ring.
Dawg: Canadian Kaos have done exactly what is expected of them, they have caused complete and utter Kaos.
Stanyer: The Gods of War were already out, and Brutal Force just never saw them coming. It looks like CK had this ambush planned out pretty well.
We cut backstage and once again we see Sabre in the commissioner's office. We see someone walk into the office and pass Sabre a drink.
Sabre: "Thank you. Your fired."
The man looks totally bemused, but he realises that nothing he says will make Sabre change his mind, and simply trudges out of the office.
The scene opens up to the parking lot of this week's Havoc venue. A limo pulls up with the license plate that reads "MoM", and that fans in the arena can be heard cheering. The driver opens the door and the leader of the MoM, Sandstorm emerges from inside. Sandstorm tips the driver graciously and proceeds the enter the arena. He opens the doors and walks in as he is confronted by one of the PWF's largest security guards, who almost comes nose to nose with Sandstorm.
Sandstorm: Ummmm, excuse me?
Security Guard: I'm sorry sir, I can't let you into this arena.
Sandstorm: What the hell are you talking about? I have a match against that disgraceful canuck Hanibal tonight, I have to go in!
Security Guard: I understand that sir, but I'm afraid that I have strict orders from Commishioner Sabre not to let you into this arena.
Sandstorm: Well, you know what? Sabre can go suck on a big, fat, juicy, throbbing, donkey co....................
As Sandstorm argues with the security guard, a shadow falls across his back. Silas Parish plows into Sandstorm from behind slamming him hard into the wall. He stumbles backwards a few steps as Silas produces a length of chain and loops it around Sandstorms throat, choking him violently. After a few minutes of fighting and trying to break free, Sandstorm drops to one knee. Silas releases him and hits a short-arm clothesline knocking Sandstorm down. He then wraps the chain around his fist and bashes Sandstorm in the face a few times until his foe is motionless. Silas then drops the chain and stands. He motions the security guys over and pulls some cash out.
Parish: "You did good Bernie. Here, take this and buy your wife something nice. Oh, and have someone clean up this mess up. Heh!"
Silas walks back over to Sandstorms unconscious form and kicks him in the ribs, then kneels down beside him.
Parish: "Hey Sandworm. If you can hear me, you'r fondest wish has just come true. I'm giving you a title shot at House of Pain... in a Japanese Deathmatch. Just bring your ass to the ring... if you can!"
Silas shoulders the PWF US title and walks away, laughing to himself. First Aid crew rush past him to check on Sandstorm.
Stanyer: Well there isn't much we can say about that incident. Yet another sneak attack from Silas Parish, which surprises us not. But it's clear now that Sandstorm will be up against it at House of Pain. Silas Parish made his name in hardcore matches, and a Japanese Death Match is right up his alley. Sandstorm is an excellent wrestler, but in a Death Match, that makes little difference.
Dawg: I agree with you, when Sandstorm wakes up, he's going to have to start training for that match, otherwise it may end up being his last match.
Stanyer: Anyway, our next match is a hardcore match between two PWF newcomers in Jay Stylez and Splinter. Ted Tedison is backstage with Splinter now.
Splinter is walking through the backstage area looking for a chair to take to the ring for his match with Jay Stylez
Ted Tedison and a camera crew walk up to Splinter
Tedison: Splinter...
Splinter: Thats me...
Tedison: OK, can I ask you a few questions?
Splinter: Fire away, but don't be too long, I need to find me a chair...
Tedison: OK... Firstly, how do you feel about your debut last week?
Splinter: I think it went pretty well, I mean I sure showed Brian Lee what Splinter, thats me, is capable of.
Tedison: But why did you do what you did to Brian Lee, I mean you had the advantage at that stage and you got yourself DQed.
Splinter: I just felt like showing Brian Lee how to swing a chair! I mean Splinter, thats me, has been THE Hardcore Chair-Swinging Freak of several Federations before this one, and now Splinter, thats me, is the chair master of the PWF as well.
Tedison: Did you expect to get DQed?
Splinter: Yeah, the ref wasn't any fun. But I showed Brian Lee what I'm capable of, I'm damn sure I put a Rift in his Reality.
Tedison: So you hit a Reality-Rift Splash on 'The Nightmare' Brian Lee because you felt like it?
Splinter: Yeah Splinter, thats me, just decided it was time to punk Brian Lee out and thats what I did. And tonight I'm gonna do the same to Jay Stylez!
Splinter grabs a nearby chair
Splinter: Found one!
Tedison: So any other comments about tonights match?
Splinter: Yeah, I've got a message for you Stylez. If you come down to that ring tonight, and face the Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak Splinter, thats me, in a hardcore match I've gotta warn you... I won't hold back. Damnit I'm gonna go full pelt and Unleash the Holocaust upon you! In fact I'm gonna beat your ass so bad you'll be residing in Nowheresville! So watch out 'Jay', cos theres a Holocaust comin your way!
Splinter heads towards the ring entrance, chair in hand, leaving Ted and his camera crew standing there
"Ruff Ryders Anthem" by DMX begins to play as images of a Gangster lifestyle begin to play on the tron. The lights flash red as Jay Stylez walks out of the entrance. He looks ready for a fight. He stands at the top of the ramp and signals to the crowd before he makes his way down to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and then climbs the turnbuckle before raising both arms to the crowd.
James: Introducing from the Bronx, New York. Weighing in at 200lbs, "The Street Hustler" Jay Stylez!!!
"Pain" by Soulfly hits as Splinter walks through the entrance. Various instances of Hardcore Matches involving Splinter are played on the tron. He walks down to the ring, exchanging a few angry words with various front row fans. He rolls into the ring and awaits the start of the match with an angry look on his face.
James: Introducing from Colchester, Essex, England. Weighing in at 223lbs. Splinter!!!!
Report: Splinter charges straight in and hits Stylez with a battery of right hands. He then sends him to the ropes and floors him with a hard clothesline. Splinter then holds the top rope as he stomps Stylez down in the corner. Splinter follows that up by using his foot to choke out Stylez, who escapes by sliding under the ropes to the floor. Splinter runs off the ropes and dives over the top rope with a Flipping Plancha, taking Stylez down with him. Both men get to their feet. Splinter hits a big knee to the gut and then whips Stylez into the steel steps. Splinter then dropkicks Stylez's head back into the steel. Splinter then looks underneath the ring and pulls out a Kendo Stick. He spins it around as Stylez gets to his feet. Splinter then swings at him, but he ducks it and then boots Splinter in the gut. He then hooks him up and hits a Snap Suplex on the floor. Stylez then waits for Splinter to start getting up, before he floors him with a Stiff Kick to the face. Stylez then grabs the Kendo Stick that Splinter was going to use and waits for him to get up before driving it into his gut. He then sends him back to the floor with a vile shot to the back of his head. He tosses the Cane away and then climbs up onto the apron. He looks behind as Splinter gets to his feet and then hits a springboard Asai Moonsault taking Splinter down. Jay Stylez then grabs a Steel Chair and slides it into the ring. He then rolls Splinter back into the ring as well.
Stanyer: After last week, where Brian Lee unfortunately picked up an injury on his PWF debut, Jay Stylez needs to be careful of Splinter, he's showed that he has a viscious mean streak in him.
Dawg: Splinter has no problem hurting anyone, he is aiming for the top, and plans to get there as quickly as possible.
Stanyer: And the first port of call is to eliminate any other newcomers who might threaten him.
Dawg: Bingo.
Stanyer: Well at the moment, it's Jay Stylez who's on top, and looks in no danger of being eliminated by Splinter.
Stylez places the chair on the mat and then waits for Splinter to get to his feet. He then hooks his head and visciously DDT's him onto the chair. Splinter looks to be out cold as Stylez hooks the leg and Morgan Black makes the count. 1 .2 .. Splinter gets his shoulder up. Stylez pulls Splinter up to his feet and connects with a couple of right hands, he then sends him to the ropes before flooring him with a standing Back Spinning Heel Kick. Jay Stylez then springs to the top rope. Splinter staggers to his feet and turns towards Jay, who flies off and connects with a Spinning Roundhouse Kick bang on the jaw. Splinter goes down in slow motion. Stylez catches his breath and then goes for the cover. ..1 2 Splinter kicks out. Stylez pulls him up and picks up the chair. He drives it into his gut and then smashes it across Splinter's back. Splinter then cries out in pain and staggers around the ring holding his back. Stylez then goes for a big shot to the head, but Splinter surprises him with a Drop Toe Hold and sends Stylez's face first into the chair he was holding. Splinter seizes the moment and springs up and hits a Corkscrew Legdrop to the back of Stylez's head, crushing it into the chair. He then rolls him over and hooks the leg for a cover. .1 2 .. Stylez kicks out. Splinter slides out of the ring and drags Stylez out with him. He then takes him over to the steel steps. He kicks off the top half and then hooks both arms of Stylez and then drives him into the steel with the Holocaust DDT (Double Arm DDT). Stylez rolls around the floor holding his head, blood begins to seep from a small wound on his forehead.
Stanyer: Stylez has been busted open, not the best way to begin your PWF career. He could find it tough from now on.
Dawg: Wrestler's get busted open all the time, it's how they cope with it that makes the difference between a star and a jobber.
Splinter spots the blood and immediately mounts Stylez and pounds the wound with right hands, opening it up even more. Splinter then pulls Stylez up to his feet and throws him face first into the steel ring post. Stylez spins off holding his face and then holds onto the apron to stop himself going down. Splinter moves in for the kill, but Stylez surprises him with a few right hands. Stylez then goes to whip Splinter into the guard rail, but Splinter reverses and Stylez crashing into the railings. Splinter follows in and clotheslines Stylez over the railings. Stylez staggers to his feet and Splinter looks set to Suplex him back over the guard rail, when Stylez reverses and Splinter lands stiffly on the cold hard concrete. Some of the fans wince at the thud that was heard when Splinter's head snapped back and hit the concrete. Stylez takes no notice of this and pulls Splinter up and then drives his head into the concrete with a viscious Piledriver. Splinter looks to be out cold, but he is a long way from the ring, where the pinfall must be scored in this match. Stylez has to lug Splinter, who is deadweight, and throws him over the guard rail. Stylez then struggles to get him back into the ring. Stylez positions Splinter for the Sudden Impact (Shooting Star Press). He then signals to the crowd whay his intentions are. Stylez springs to the top rope and the goes for Sudden Impact, but Splinter has been playing possum and rolls out of the way. Splinter gets to his feet and rolls up Stylez, hooking his head and then driving him into the mat with the Splinter Driver (Hurricanranna into Facebuster). He hooks the leg. 1 .2 .3!!! Splinter picks up his 2nd win here in the PWF.
Stanyer: Splinter picks up another win here in the PWF, wait a minute, what is he doing?
Dawg: It looks like he is not finished with Jay Stylez.
Splinter grabs the steel chair and places it on top of Jay Stylez. He then springs to the top rope and then comes crashing down with the Reality Rift Splash (450 Splash), crushing Jay Stylez underneath the chair. He rolls out of the ring holding his gut as the crowd boo, and shout insults towards him. In the ring Jay Stylez in on his side holding his chest.
Stanyer: I hope that we haven't just seen Splinter injure yet another newcomer here in the PWF. We are trying to attract new talent, not destroy it.
Dawg: I'm taking a liking to Splinter, he has no compassion whatsoever, he is quite happy to destroy someone else to get what he wants.
We cut to Sabre's office once again. A man walks through the door, Sabre looks up at him.
Man: "Mr. Sabre."
Sabre: "If your not here to tell me that Jenna Jameson has arrived, then your fired."
Man: "I'm here to bring you a message sir."
Sabre: "Hmm, go on then, I'll delay your sacking until you've given me the message."
Man: "It's from the doctors, they say that after Silas Parish attacked Sandstorm earlier, he is unfit to participate in his match with Hanibal tonight."
Sabre: "Hmm, have I become a nice guy in the past 7 days . Nope. Send a message to Sandstorm. Tell him he wrestles Hanibal tonight or he's fired. Now either fetch me Jenna Jameson, or get out of my office."
The man hastily leaves Sabre's office as we cut to commercial.
Camera cuts backstage where Canadian Kaos is joined by Johnny Mayhem, who is sporting a sling, thanks to the broken arm he received from Inmate last week.
Mayhem:Grimm, Hanibal you attacked Brutal Force and the Gods of War! what are you thinking?
Grimm:What are we thinking? in the PWF people like us are over looked! People like us are over shot....
Mayhem:What Tag Teams?
Grimm:No you Alan Thickele wannabe! Canadians!
Mayhem:Hey I might have his hair but that's it...
Grimm:Johnny...shut up you Anti Canadian! You see Canadians have been over looked in this sports since the begining of wrestling, when I started..in a US federation I had to win the US title....to make matters worse I had a gimmick of me being a US Icon...what the hell is that? do Americans think they are better then us? heck most Americans don't know where Canada even is! They think were down in Mexico or something...
Mayhem:So what are you getting at?
Grimm:A Misjustice has gone on to long, and there will be changes....it has already started...I was the first Canadian to win the KOTD tournoment...I was the first Canadian to win the Extreme title...and me and Hanibal here are the first Canadians to win the Hardcore Tag Titles....but what happend? I got over looked...I lost my Extreme title in a match that was obviously for the Challenger! So this misjustice will not go in Vain!
Mayhem:Hanibal you have anything to add?
Hanibal:NeverMind!
CK walk off as the cameras fade out
Stanyer: I think Hanibal and Grimm have taken a few comments and taken them way out of proportion.
Dawg: Didn't the Gods of War burn the canadian flag or something?
Stanyer: I don't remember them doing that, I remember King Volcano doing it about a year ago, but not Gods of War.
Dawg: I'll have to check up on that one.
The Scene opens with Ted Tedison about to walk in to the Playaz club locker room
Tedison: Yo guys any chance of an interview?
Davey K: Yo? What the hell is this 1994?
Masta P: Yeah dude, cowabunga!
Davey K: Dude that seriously sucks ass.
Masta P: Yeah, i forgot, were not the gWo are we.
Tedison: Listen fellers, how come no matter what i say you always seem to make a joke about it and ramble on about practally nothing.
Q-Zee: Cuz were the Playaz Club Dawg, we do and say what we want. Well all except him.
Q-Zee points at the corner were the Water Guy is standing with his face to the wall
Tedison: Why is he doing that?
Masta P: When he learns not to chuck water at us and other people he can leave the wall, but untill then that is where he stays.
Tedison: Anyway guys, tonight, three man Tag team action The Playaz club vs Hunt and the Russians.
Davey K: Yeah thats right Teddy Baby, and tonight your gonna get a preview of the PPV, Cuz your gonna see the best tag team in the PWF kick the Russians ass's and the Superstar anihalate Jason Hunt.
Masta P: Speaking of the Russians did you see that interview they did earlier?
Tedison: No i wasnt aware that an interview took place.
Q-Zee: Well it so happens we have a tape... Role VT.
Masta P: Do you even know what that means?
Q-Zee: Yeah it means ........
Davey K: Just play the dam tape.
The monitor shows the russians standing with there backs to the camara, they turn around, and it is Q-Zee and MAsta P dressed up as the Russians
Wowbowski:(P): The Playaz club say ve vussians have no sense of humor. Vis is untrue comrade cossack is von ov the most humored peoples in vussia. Tell them a joke Cossack.
Cossak:(Q): How many Vussians does it take to change a lightbulb.....One......vat is the joke, the whole joke.
Wowbowski:(P): Ha ha ha . vu crack me up. Please tell the peoples von more.
Cossak:(Q): There vas a lot of bullying at my school, and vat vas just the teachers.
Wowbowski:(P): Vat is to funny.
The tape then scrambles and cuts out
Masta P: Wow, that has really changed my opinions of the Russians they are hilarius.
Q-Zee: Yeah Dawg.. Maybe there not as boring, dreary, monotone and pathetic as we thought.
The two ponder for a second Both: nope, they still suck.
Tedison: Anyway, back to tonights match.
Davey K: Ted the time for talk is over, this is the last chance for all six men to establish themselves before the PPV. Tonight and at the PPV, the Playaz club will be victourious as we always will be. I mean look at us, we are the best stable in the PWF, we have destroyed the gWo and will continue to do so for a long time.
Masta P: Hey Water Guy have you learned your lesson yet ?
Water Guy: Yes
Q-Zee: No more chucking water at people ?
Water Guy: No
Davey K: Right you can come away from the wall then.
The Water Guy starts to walk away, he has a shifty look on his face, then suddenley chucks a bottle of water over Ted
Water Guy: Ha HA hA. i lied, you cannot defeat Water and you cannot defeat me.
With that he runs out of the room
Masta P: I really am starting to wonder about him.
Davey K: Yeah, its getting really strange.
With that all of the Playaz club turn away, leaving a soaking wet Ted with an angry look on his face
Dawg: That was not a good idea. The Russians are the last team you want to piss off, especially with silly impressions.
Stanyer: That's the way of the Playaz Club. But The Russians have to be careful, they could get too wound up, and make a stupid mistake. Which they cannot afford to do, as much as The Playaz Club like to mess around, they can cut it in the ring, you have to take things seriously when they are in the ring, even if they don't appear to.
The camera cuts to the gWo lockerroom where anothony frost is standing by with the Russians
Frost: So, Russians, do i get to ask you any questions today?
Wowbowski: Da. vone
Frost: Ok so....
Cossak: Nyet, you already ask question.
Frost: but..
Wowbowski: You ask if you get to ask question, that is question.
Frost lowers his head then walks off camera
Wowbowski: Playerz Club, tonight, it be 3 man tag before PPV. This means us and comrade Hunt have one more chance to pummel you before ve take precious title away
Cossak: Da.
Wowbowski: Tonight is last chance pathetic playerski's to show vorld that beatink us vas no fluke.
Cossak: And now, ve be preparing for show,
Wowbowski: Lateski's
Credit: Goatman
Before "Ain't it Funny"(remix) by Ja Rule & J'lo begins, everywhere goes dark, and then purple and blue lights flicker and then go all around, then focus on the entrance where Davey K is about to enter. The minute it focuses on the entrance, the music begins.
The Video is of Superstar Davey K, dancing with many attractive women on a beach and then in his variety of cars eg BMW etc. The camera zooms into the numberplate which reads "SUPERSTAR 1". Davey K can be seen driving the car with his customary expensive jewellery and designer silk shirts. The camera then focuses on Davey K standing next to his car as many bikini wearing women wash it, and Davey stands looking on with an American Football Shirt, with his name on the back that reads "Davey K - no.69". The Video goes on to show Davey in various expensive clubs.
Superstar Davey K walks down the aisle very confidentally with a smug look on his face. He will come down dressed and have his wrestling gear underneath. His dress is either American Football Jerseys, baggy trousers and trainers if he is to wrestle. If he is out to cut a promo then he will be dressed smartly, wearing an open slik shirt, revealing jewellery. Davey K will stop every so often to look at a member of the crowd and show them the rings on his finger. All the time he will be nodding his head to the music on the speakers. When he gets to the ring he will walk up the steps, and enter the ring by going through the middle ropes. He immediatley goes to the turnbuckle and stands with his arms stretched open, nodding to the music, pointing at his chest and mouthing "Who's the superstar Baby?", "Yeah, show me the money!".
James: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 266lbs, "Superstar" Davey K Crowd gives a massive cheer
The ultra-tron shows with the words "Playaz Club: ETA" and the underneath it has a digital clock which counts down. When it his zero, then clock spins around and spirals out leaving a black screen. Suddenly "One more Road" by DMX hits and then pyro's shoot up on either side of the stage as Masta P and Q-Zee walk out of the entrance. Masta P has a large gold chain around his neck which a large jewel encrusted into the front of the chain, Q-Zee also has a gold chain, but it is much smaller and close to his neck. They both walk cockily towards the ring. As they get closer to the ring, Q-Zee runs and slides under the ropes while Masta P takes his time and walks up the steps. Q-Zee climbs the ropes and raises his arm to the crowd. Masta P then goes to the front of the ring and raises one arm to the crowd, receiving a big cheer.
James: Introducing at a combined weight of 514lbs, Q-Zee and The Original Bad Boy, Masta P, THE PLAYAZ CLUB!!! Crowd cheers
A Russian flag appears on the Big Screen along as red and blue strobe lights begin to flash, after a few moments Du Hast by Rammstein kicks in. The two Russians then come walking out of the back, Wowbowski turns and looks at the picture of the flag while Cossak just walks straight to the ring. Wowbowski follows Cossak down and slides into the squared circle. He makes his way to the middle of the ring
James: Introducing from Borisovka, Russia, at a combined weight of 591lbs, Wowbowski and Cossak Joe, The Russians Crowd Boos
The lights are turned off and red laser lights flash through out the arena and then pyro goes off on the stage and People=Shit hits and out walks Jason Hunt with a confident strut. Jason raises his hands in the air and then he walks down to the ring and when he gets in the ring he flexes his muscles then climbs up to the ropes and raises his arms and hands again.
James: Introducing from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing 220lbs, Jason Hunt.
Report: Hunt starts the match in the ring as well as Davey K. Hunt quickly tags in Cossak. Cossak grabs Davey K's head and hits with a nasty haymaker punch. Cossak follows with two more powerful haymakers before putting all his weight behind a Russian hook punch. Davey K falls down holding the side of his head.
Stanyer: Cossak has to be have one of the hardest punches in the PWF.
Dawg: Cossak is one tough SOB. With hits like those he could become a boxer and easily knock out opponents in the first round.
Cossak grabs Davey K and lifts him high in the air for a tilt a whirl slam. Cossak kicks Davey K in the gut. Cossak taunts the crowd speaking in Russian. Davey K gets to his feet and locks up with Cossak. Cossak fights for position and whips Davey K to the ropes. Cossak waits for the return and does a textbook belly-to-belly suplex. Masta P and Q-Zee are trying to cheer on Davey K for the tag. Cossak grabs Davey K and lifts him into a Russian bear hug. Davey K yells in pain as Cossak really got in a good grip. Cossak squeezes a again and Davey K yells. Cossak tightens the hold and Davey K's arms drop to his side.
Stanyer: Cossak is like a boa constrictor; he will squeeze the life right out of you.
Q-Zee gets on the bottom rope and jumps up and down trying to get the crowd behind Davey K. The buzz seems to work as Davey K cuffs both hands and hits Cossak in the ears. Cossak however gets really pissed and lifts Davey K up higher shuffling for a better position and squeezes again. Masta P turns to the crowd and starts a Davey K chant. The crowd quickly responds. Davey K again musters some life and slaps Cossak in the ear. Cossak loosens the grip. Davey K hits Cossak in the head with a forearm trying to battle his way out of the hold. Cossak keeps his arms wrapped around Davey K's body and charges the neutral turnbuckle. Davey K is sandwiched between Cossak and the turnbuckle.
Dawg: Davey K just got the wind knocked out of him.
Cossak puts Davey K up on the turnbuckle. Cossak positions Davey K for a super brainbuster of the top tb. Davey K tries to resist with a weak punch to Cossak but Cossak is unaffected and pulls off the move. Cossak goes for the cover. Masta P runs in and knocks Cossak for a near fall. Cossak gets up and nails Masta P with a haymaker knocking him to the ground. Q-Zee runs in and gets hit with a haymaker too. Cossak drags Davey K to his corner. Q-Zee and Masta P leave to their respective corner. Cossak pulls up Davey K and attempts the fall of communism but Davey K escapes. Davey K kicks Cossak and the gut and hooks his head for the The Pimpin Bomb (Raven DDT) but Cossak hits Davey K with a kidney shot breaking the hold. Cossak hits a quick front Russian sweep. Cossak gets up with an evil look on his face. Hunt is on top turnbuckle and wants to get tagged in. Cossak tags him and Hunt comes down with a splash. Hunt grabs Davey K by the legs and turns him over locking in the Casual Excursions (walls of Jericho). Davey K's face shows more pain. The ref asks if Davey K wants to submit but he refuses. Hunt is smiling enjoying the current situation. Masta P and Q-Zee look concerned for the third partner. Hunt taunts Davey K - How do you like the The Jason Hunt Experience?
Stanyer: Can someone please smack that cocky look off Hunts face? It truly disgusts me.
Davey K is able to extend and reach for a bottom rope. The ref orders Hunt to break the hold. Both Russians kick Davey K in the head as he is positioned in their corner. Hunt tags in Wowbowski and they grab Davey K for a double suplex. Wowbowski runs to the ropes yells in Russian the hits the ropes comes back and hits a leg drop. Q-Zee taunts Wowbowski, which distracts him. Wowbowski walks over to Q-Zee and sticks out his hand is if he wanted a tag.
Dawg: Wowbowski is teasing the Playaz Club
Davey K makes it to his feet. Wowbowski turns around. Davey K goes to hit The Davey K - O (Sweet Chin Music) but Wowbowski is able to gets is arms up to block the majority of the impact. Wowbowski grabs Davey K and tries for a pump handle suplex but it is reversed. Davey K stumbles over to his corner and tags in Q-Zee. The fired up Q-Zee lands The Ghetto Dance (Road Dog Punches) to Wowbowski. Cossak charges in and Masta P runs in connects with The H2 Woah (spear). Jason Hunt runs in and Q- Zee turns around and catches him with the The Hip Hop hook (Flying Clothes line). Davey K comes in hits the The Playas Push (X - Factor) on Jason Hunt.
Stanyer: All hell has broke loose all 6 men are in the ring.
Masta P is punching Cossak on the ground. Wowbowski gets up and is greeted with a Big boot to face knocking him out of the ring. Davey K slowly sets up and delivers a The Superstar Slam (Pedigree) to Hunt. Davey K covers. Q-Zee is jumping up and down counting with the ref. 1....2...3.....
Stanyer: Davey K wins the match
Dawg: He was not even the legal man
Stanyer: With all the commotion I don't think the referee had any other choice.
We cut to the outside of Sabre's office. There is a paper sign over the door with the words "Commissioner Sabre's Office" written on it. A man walks up and knocks on the door.
Sabre: "Your fired, get the hell out of here."
The man gesticulates, wondering what the hell has done wrong. He tries the door, but it is locked, he trudges off down the hall.
The Camera fades to a large heavily guarded Prison the zooms past the barbed wire atop the 20 ft steel wall, through the barred window into the main chamber with Inmate standing arms crossed wearing a baggy pair of jeans and his "jailbird" t-shirt.
Inmate: heehe, Dorkstorm Welcome to THE House of PAIN! Massachusetts State Maximum Security Penititentary. This beautiful place holds New England's most dangerous men. And at House of Pain. It's going to hold the most Dangerous match known to the PWF. The Prison Match. Two men locked in seperate cells, then they're released the only rule is, try NOT to get killed. Accroding to odds, they're gonna need an Undertaker and a Hearst for you, as I walk out the front gates and take back MY European title. But for some strange stupid reason I feel, ...... inclinated to show you a few of the toys I'm gonna use on your cold, bloody body.
Inmate walks over to a Corrections officer
Corrections Officer: Hey! Aren't you supposed to be in your cell!
Inmate: Shut the fuck up, they let me go 4 years ago!
Inmate delivers a Death Sentence to the CO and he drops seemingly lifeless and takes the baton and tazer from his belt
Inmate: This is a baton it's blunt it's hard and it hurts. I should know I've still got bruises from when I got beat with these.
Smacks the baton across the face of the downed CO as you hear the jawbone shatter
Inmate: Paybakcs a bitch ain't it! Back to you Dorkstorm, this is a tazer A.K.A a stun gun, cattle prod, or as I like to call it The electric chair in the palm of your hand. I push this button and touch your nasty body with it. Electricity flows through your body until you lose conciousness if I go easy on you.
Inmate then shocks the unconcious CO and laughs and while still chuckling grabs a pair of handcuffs form his own belt and locks them on to a nearby pole and another patroling officer
Patroling Officer: TAKE THESE CUFFS OFF OF ME!!
Inmate: Shut the Fuck up!
Inmate Decks the second officer and he falls to the ground and tries to get up and swing at Inmate who simply moves out of the officers range
Inmate: The nice thing about these is if your cuffed to a stable object. Your not going anywhere. Which make it alot easier for me to beat the living hell out of you.
Inmate then proceeds to kick and punch the second officer to a stupor all while laughing hysterically
Inmate: Enjoy your little stay here Darkstorm, because once you walk in. You WON'T be walking for a good LONG time!
Inmate then proceeds to kick the camera out of the cameramans hands and when it lands on it side it shows Inmate walking out of the building.
DarkStorm is seen sitting in his locker room, but as the camera comes closer in, it seems that DarkStorm is sitting behind a set of bars himself. He put his hands of the bars and acts like he is caged behind them. He is starting t freak out cause there seems to be no way to get out of these bars that are directly infront of him, then he stands up and the bars fall over, the bars were built into a cardboard box, and when DarkStorm stood up the box fell over and DarkStorm is staring down at the box. He is wearing baggy Black jeans, and his DarkStorm Fate is Destiny t-shirt
DarkStorm: "DorkStorm huh, how long did you have to go through your beaty lil' head to find such a wonderful rip-off of DarkStorm"
DarkStorm turns around and walks toward the TV where he had just watched the footage of Inmate in the Prison
DarkStorm: "Man, that guy needs some serious tweaking upstairs, I mean, if he just got out of jail, why would he wanna go back, I think he likes being in a cell with some sexually challenged guy named Jeffro."
Storm glances over at the european title over on the chair
DarkStorm: "You see Inmate, no matter what you throw at me, I will always beat you, no matter what, you'll try, but face it, you'll still be that little bitch who calls some guy named Jeffre his Daddy"
Storm walks over toward the title, pciks it up, and throws it over his shoulder
DarkStorm: "This is what its about, this, its not about how bad you wanted to go see Jeffro, its about this title, and in that little prison match, you can beat up all the little guards you want, but have you ever asked yourself, am I good enough, oh I know I am, but I'm asking you Inmate, are you good enough, or is it are you pussy enough, your choice"
DarkStorm cracks a smirk and turns toward the door, and walks out, then the camera cuts back to the cardboard box that DarkStorm made with the bars in it
We are backstage in the Methods of Mayhem locker room, Sandstorm staggers through the door, he has a wound on his head which looks like it has been recently patched up.
Sandstorm: "Hey guys."
Golgotha: "Man, you okay? You took quite a beating from Parish."
Sandstorm: "I'll be okay. I'm just glad that I'll get to kick his ass at House of Pain, a Japanese Death Match is perfect. There's only one man who'll walk out alive at House of Pain."
Profit: "Does he know?"
Sandstorm: "Know what?"
Golgotha: "Message from Sabre, the bastard says you've got to wrestle Hanibal tonight, otherwise your out of a job."
Sandstorm: "I'll fu . Never mind. When I've finished taking care of Hanibal, I'll take care of Sabre myself."
Golgotha: "Good luck man"
Sandstorm starts to change into his wrestling gear.
"Her Ghost In The Fog" begins to play as Bloodbath struts out from behind the curtain and makes his way down to the ring. As he steps into the ring, he is handed a microphone.
Bloodbath: "Well, once again, you people are graced with the presence of you World Champion. Last week, Matt Van Dam was given the power of commissioner. In my opinion, he did a decent job. I mean, he booked some matches and then got his ass kicked by the Cult of Shadows. That is exactly how the real commish, Antonio Gambino, would have done it. By the way, Matt, I hope you are going to be okay for our big match at House of Pain."
Bloodbath gets a smirk on his face. Then, he lifts his belt to his shoulder and rests it there.
Bloodbath: "That brings me to my next point. MVD, you had the audacity to book yourself in a World Title match with me at House of Pain? I mean, you seriously think that just because you were left with the power you can book yourself in any match you want? Well, it doesn't really matter to me who I go up against at House of Pain, because as champion, I can choose the type of match. And, since I have that option, I am thinking about changing my usual style of having semi-violent matches. I want to make this the most violent match ever in the history of the PWF. But, I am sort of at a loss for a description so I'll just have to tell you that this match is going to be brutal. Matt, you may not leave the ring in one piece. But, I am going to bet that you are willing to take the chance. So, our match at House of Pain will be a Glass Cage Match. If you are wondering what that means, it means that we will be in a cage-like structure. The walls are the same as a cage's walls, but the ceiling is made up of four glass panes. You win by pinfall only, but victory can only be achieved after all four of the glass panes are shattered. And, to make it even more interesting, we are going to begin the match on top of the glass. So, MVD, bring anything you can find to the ring because anything goes in the Glass Cage. I'll see you at House of Pain!!!"
Bloodbath drops the microphone and heads back up the entryway.
Stanyer: Bloodbath signs a violent match for House of Pain. Before the week ends I imagine the Glass Cage will be referred to as the "House of Pain". In fact, there seems to be a lot of matches involving cages at House of Pain. I suppose you could say it's rather appropriate given the title of the PPV.
Dawg: A Glass Cage? I'm sure MVD will have something to say about that when he returns. Can the champion really decide the stipulations? Surely the commissioner can have a say?
Stanyer: It's always been the right of a champion here in the PWF. Besides, does MVD really want to look like he is afraid of Bloodbath by turning down the challenge?
Dawg: I never said MVD wouldn't wrestle the match, but he might have something to say about the fact that Bloodbath just decided he could book it. Something is very wrong if you ask me.
Stanyer: Anyway, we go backstage to Eraser ahead of his Extreme Title match with Heelmaster, which is next.
Eraser is seen in his lockeroom and is getting ready for his Extreme Championship Title match. He is putting on his boots as the cameras walk in.
Eraser: Hey guys. Good your here. I needed to talk to you.
Eraser stands up after he finishes tieing his boots and walks over to meet up with the camera.
Eraser: Since in the past few weeks I have been on the worst ride of my life. I have been on a losing streak and I don't know what is up. SO after my match here tonight win or lost I am talking a trip out of the PWF for a few days to see what is wrong and to fix it. But for now Let me go do my job.
Eraser walks by the camera as he leaves the room and it cuts back to Stanyer and Dawg.
Stanyer: The following match will be a flaming table match. To win you have to put your opponent through a Flaming Table. Simple, but very, very violent.
Dawg: What happens if they go through a normal table, that isn't on fire?
Stanyer: The match continues, the table has to be on fire.
Dawg: I see.
Credit: Sandstorm
The camera spins around as "Here to Stay" by Korn hits the speakers. Beams of lights start to shine all over as Eraser's logo slams into the tron and then fades away as clips of Eraser droping different PWF wrestlers with THE ERASER keep on flashing. The crowd then erupts into cheers as Eraser steps out from the back dresses in his black leather pants and his new repayment shirt. But the sleeves have been riped off. Eraser walks out to about the middle of the entrance ramp and stops as he takes off his shirt and throws it into the crowd.
James: Introducing from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing 289lbs, Eraser.
"Roots, Bloody Roots" by Sepultra hits as the lights go black. Blue strobes light the building up for brief instants at a time. The Heelmaster, Kevin Shane, walks onto the ramp and flips the entire crowd off. He makes several lewd gestures to make the fans boo him even more. He then walks down to the ring, laughing to himself and bad mouthing several fans. He steps into the ring and motions for everyone to kiss his ass.
James: Introducing from Pitsburgh, Pennysylvania, weighing 257lbs, The Heelmaster.
Report: The match starts out with Eraser charging towards Heelmaster, but Heelmaster uses Eraser's size against him and slides underneath his legs, and dropkicks Eraser over the top rope and to the outside. Eraser falls so that part of his head and his arms are underneath the ring apron. Heelmaster smiles and walks over to the ropes where Eraser in lying. He yells to Eraser, "Heels never lose!", just then, Eraser gets up and a chair is in his hands, and he wraps it violently around the head of Heelmaster, which causes him to crumple to the mat. Now Eraser is the one smiling as he starts to throw weapons into the ring that he finds under the ring.
Stanyer: Eraser, after just cracking that chair over the head of Heelmaster, is now littering the ring with deadly goodies.
Dawg: Yeah, that's what your mom calls my b
As Dawg is digging his own grave, Eraser is now entering the ring as Heelmaster is just getting up. Eraser drives his knee into his gut and throws him into the ropes, driving a stiff clothesline into Heelmaster's throat. Eraser tries the same move but Heelmaster catches his arm and locks in the "Painkiller" (Reverse Armbar). Eraser screams in pain and grabs the ropes with his free hand, not remembering that that rule has no effect in a match like this one. Eventually, Heelmaster lets go and grabs a trash can. He smashes the trash can into Eraser's wounded arm over and over again. He heads up to the top rope and goes for an Elbow Drop, but Eraser moves at the last second, causing Heelmaster's elbow to smash into a cookie sheet. He holds his elbow in pain, much like Eraser. Eraser picks up Heelmaster, runs to the ropes and as he comes back he locks in Heelmaster's head and wrenches back, delivering the "Spike DDT" (Running DDT 01). Eraser goes outside of the ring and pulls a couple tables from under the ring. Eraser slides one under the ropes and into the ring, and as he slides the next one in, Heelmaster comes running in and dropkicks it into Eraser's head. Heelmaster sets up one table in the corner and one in the middle of the ring. Eraser gets up and steps up onto the apron. Heelmaster sees this and hip tosses Eraser over the ropes and through the table!
Stanyer: That could have very well been the turn of the match there!
Dawg: Oh man, that hurts me to watch!
Heelmaster clears the debris from around the table and grabs a steel chair. He slams it repeatedly into the arm of Eraser. He then stops beating him with the chair, and slides it under his arm. Heelmaster takes a few seconds to gloat, which allows Eraser to get up to his knees and low blow Heelmaster. Heelmaster drops to his knees, holding his crotch. Eraser walks around the ring, screaming in agony over his throbbing arm. He finally gets his composure back and grabs Heelmaster. He throws him towards the corner with the table propped up, but Heelmaster makes a nice move and plants his feet onto the ropes, almost crashing through the table. Eraser charges like a bull at Heelmaster, but Heelmaster ducks and scissor sweeps Eraser's face through the table! Eraser is now bleeding from his nose profusely. Heelmaster now makes his way to the outside and grabs yet another table from under the ring, along with a can of gasoline. He props up the table on the outside and proceeds to pour the gasoline all over, with a smile on his face the whole time.
Stanyer: Look at Heelmaster, he's sick!
Dawg: He's loving this, someone has to stop this insanity, if only MVD was here.
Heelmaster pats on his tights, noticing that he forgot the lighter needed to set the table ablaze. He hops over the apron and steals a lighter from a teenage PWF fan, and throws it beside the gasoline filled table. He turns around and is met by Eraser. They get into a violent fistfight, but Eraser gets the advantage because of his strength. Eraser picks up Heelmaster in a scoop slam position and drops him on his neck on the steel railing. Eraser gets Heelmaster cornered on the ground between Eraser and the steel guardrail, and kicks Heelmaster in the ribs a few times, before throwing him over the railing and out to ringside. Eraser goes over to Heelmaster and drives a few well-placed stomps into his ribs. Heelmaster groans and holds his ribs in pain. Eraser throws Heelmaster over the top rope and slides in after him. Eraser picks up Heelmaster and Powerbombs him in the middle of the ring. Eraser points towards the table and goes outside of the ring. He searches around for the lighter and finds it. Eraser lights it up, takes a few steps back and tosses it onto the table, causing it to go up in flames. Eraser smiles at his work and steps up onto the apron. Heelmaster charges at Eraser on the apron but Eraser stops him by grabbing his throat. Eraser pulls Heelmaster by the throat out onto the apron and goes for the "Woodshot" (Chokeslam to outside) through the table, but Heelmaster reverses it in mid-air and suplexes Eraser through the flaming table to seal the match.
Stanyer: It's over, Heelmaster retains his Extreme Title in a violent match.
Eraser leaves the arena and Heelmaster is in the middle of the ring celebrating with his Extreme belt draped over his shoulder. Camera flashes as the Extreme champ poses with his belt.
The lights suddenly go black- The black lights show an eerie glow at the top of the ramp and the sound of Bauhaus fills the arena. A large giant is shown wearing a hooded robe and is followed by approximately 8 - 10 followers who are also dressed in hooded robes. In the middle of the group is a goat with a candle burning between its horns and is wearing a ridiculous costume which has large wings coming off its back. This is no question but King Volcano, his slaves and his goat Baphomet. Signs from the audience read "666" and "Animals have rights". The slaves circle the ring and the giant enters. The lights return to normal.
Stanyer: Someone has to stop this, we can't have animal slaughter on national television, this is illegal. Someone has to stop this!!
King Volcano calls in one of his slaves which appear to be much larger in size than the others.
Stanyer: This is not one of his slaves but rather the Fifth Hood.
Heelmaster kicks the Fifth hood in the gut and delivers a double arm DDT. King Volcano spears Heelmaster and locks in the Eruption of Destruction. King Volcano calls in his slaves. The slaves quickly run in the ring and throw a huge blanket over the two wrestlers. Then the slaves surround the blanket and attack.
Dawg: We got ourselves a blanket party.
The slaves beat down the blanket. King Volcano exits the blanket and orders the Fifth Hood to fight Heelmaster. The Fifth Hood gets up and goes under the blanket for a deeper beat down. The Fifth Hood beats down Heelmaster under the blanket. The Fifth Hood gets out. King Volcano grabs some rope and ties up Heelmaster under the blanket. King Volcano grabs Heelmasters body and puts him on his shoulder. King Volcano carries the body up the ramp and his slaves follow with the pet goat.
Stanyer: I think Heelmaster might be sacrificed to that goat. This has got to be stopped.
The Fifth Hood remains in the middle of the ring and orders a microphone. Just before he speaks he pulls off his hood and reveals himself to be none other than Heelmaster.
Stanyer: What is going on here?
Heelmaster: You stupid goatfucker. You might have been a good submissionists but you are not better than me. And thats why I challenge you to fight me for the Master of Submissions, in an Ultimate Submission Match. I'll even put my title on the line, but Like it or not... Heels never lose.
King Volcano drops the tied up person on the floor. He appears dumbfounded but shouts back.
King Volcano: King Volcano accepts your challenge.
The slaves chant- King Volcano is King as we fade to a commercial.
We return to the cafeteria. After firing half of his staff, Sabre is now forced to fetch his own drinks. He orders something, but when he receives his drink, he is none too happy.
Sabre: "This isn't what I ordered. For Gods sake, what does it take to get a decent glass of soda around here."
Girl: "But Mr. Sabre - that is what you ordere.."
Sabre: "You questioning me? Your fired. In fact, your all fired, get out of my sight."
Sabre grabs the drink that the girl originally served him and storms out of the cafeteria, as the various staff members look at each other.
Solo can be seen backstage walking in when he spots the camera man standing there taping the entrance way. He walks over to him looks into the camera. He smiles a bit, then turns bitter cold again.
Solo: "It probably no secrete now what Homicides little plans are, but for those who didn't catch it last week. Homicide decide to show his cards and challenge me. That right me to his specialty match. Oh you guess it."
Solo stares with abit of confusion on his face then returns to his normal stare.
Solo: "Yeah a Boston Massacre match. Go figure should have seen that one coming. Well being that I challenge him to my match. I guess he figure he got a shot at me in his match? Maybe redeme his broken spirit at House of Pain?"
Solo looks away for a secound, then turns his attention back to the camera a with a no care look.
Solo: "I hate to burst your little bubble Homicide but at House of Pain. Oh yeah there gonna be some pain alright. Painful Memories that is. I will see your ass at House of Pain."
Solo shoves the camera man backwards as he proceeds to the locker room area.
Against the hard, bricked walls of the American Airlines Center, the youthfully dressed Anthony Frost leans in waiting. From the brown Lugz tapping the hallway floor to the blue jeans and the collared company top buttoned wrong, he seems more ready for a rock concert than a televised interview job. But his difference brings some liking to him, even in the looks of His Massacreness as he steps outside onto camera after numerous knockings have finally drawn him out. He, on the other hand, is more fitting to his role in dress, wrapped in leather cargo jeans, a Homicide "Leave You Lying in Chalk" t-shirt, shaded and do-ragged, all decked off by his trademark trenchcoat. His presence alone is enough to draw Frost back a half-step, and also to slur a few words of self security before the interview gets underway.
Frost: "So, Homicide, I'm sure that you've seen the words of Solo aired recently, perhaps that was your reason for delaying me?"
Homicide: "Right-e-o you are to both, Anthony."
Frost: "Well.. what do you have to say to his words?"
Homicide laughs at the question.
Homicide: "Don't waste your time trying to understand his Jibberish.. All it is, is words of FEAR disguised with his words of insult. That's why he makes so little sense. And, you know what, Solo? I'm not impressed. I never have been. When you came back to this company, I expected you to be my big step into the spotlight, but very, VERY soon after I saw those expectations shot down in fallacy. The man you used to be is all that you can talk about, the accomplished side of you was all for promotion, and you in general are a Goddam JOKE! As if you couldn't tell, I am pulling both of our weights around here, and if it wasn't for ME, you would've been long gone into Jobberdom, which is where you belong anyways."
Frost: "So you are sore about his performance?"
Homicide: "By the way you say it, Frost, you seem to be implying something of me, but I'll spare you the Right Cross and assume your naiveness led you to that wording.. In the ways affecting me, though, yes.. I am very displeased. Any man who relies on one match to compose the winning column of his record is quite pathetic if you ask me.. I mean, I have a specialty match, too, but I also CAN win all sorts of other matches. If he only feels at home in a cell, than maybe the more appropriate place for him is the monkey display in the downtown zoo. At least then, his words would fall on amazement, and not just laughter."
Frost: "Are you forgetting the fact that you specialize in a cage match variation, yourself?"
Anger fills the eyes of His Massacreness as his stare locks on Anthony Frost.
Homicide: "Are you forgetting the fact that I am two-feet away from you, and that my arms are three-and-a-half feet long? Making sense, 'Tony? It better.. Now as to my reply, if we both belonged in cages, I'll put it into your perspective: If he was the monkey, I would be the great Ape or more likely the Guerilla. I am way past monkey level if ya' get me.. Now can we move on to what awaits him and get over this zoo analogy? Or do I have to tell you what you would be first?"
Frost: "Actually, I'd be quite inter.."
Homicide: "SILENCE!! Hand me that fuckin' mic and I'll entertain the people's minds for a moment, CAPISH? Now, AMSCRAY!"
Frost tried to muster and answer, but with Homicide's heavy stare dissecting him, he just snubs off and runs for safety.
Homicide: "Now, Solo and FRIENDS, yes, you, the CULT.. Had you not yet given up on that deadweight, I REALIZE that your arrival could be a timely distraction, perhaps result impending.. Well, lemme' just tell you that I already took that into consideration, and I made sure when loading the trash cans of weapons that will scatter the ring, included was my very own autographed Red Sox bat, yes, a LOUISVILLE SLUGGER!! Now, you can choose to let destiny take its coarse, me pulling Solo's lip over his head, hoping he can still swallow after I break his neck.. OR, you can taste the Sharpie-coded flavor of this hickory-stick.. COMPRENDE? BIEN."
His Massacreness pauses, taking a deep breath to calm the burning desire within.
Homicide: "Back to Solo, assuming that you abandoned your lifeline, the one alliance on this planet that doesn't have it in for you - yes I included KKK and the stupid police - I'd say that your career is on borrowed days.. I'll further that point.. You're living is on borrowed days.. You're like an old horse, long past qualified for a trip to the glue factory. Except, I'll be sparing you the trot by allowing the ambulance to make the trip for you.. Aren't I a nice guy? Thought so.."
Sadistically, Homicide erupts in laughter for a few long moments before ending in an old timer's tone.
Homicide: "Enjoy your time in the pasture while you can, old boy, your worth is far exceeded by your burden, and soon it will all be resolved...."
In his deep, dark tone.
Homicide: "MASSACRE STYLE!!!"
End of transmission.
Stanyer: I cannot wait for that Boston Massacre match, and perhaps we will finally see Solo get exactly what he deserves.
Dawg: Your living in a dream world Stanyer. Solo did it at the Battle of Britain, and he'll do it again in the House of Pain.
Stanyer: We'll see, We'll see.
Dawg: Besides, you can now stand and watch Sandstorm get his ass kicked by the CANADIAN superstar, Hanibal.
Stanyer: I'll think you'll find Sandstorm is also from Canada.
Dawg: So, do I look like I care.
Credit: Brendan Seeley
The lights dim in the arena and the fans start to wonder who will be coming through the curtain. Yellow, and black lasers shoot down towards the stage and smoke enclouds the rampway. The titantron lights up with the name "Sandstorm" on it in sand. A huge gust of wind can be heard and the name on the titantron blows away. All of a sudden, "Brother" by Breaking Point erupts over the P.A system and the fans start to cheer. Sandstorm suddenly emerges from the smoke and struts down to the ring, slapping the fans' hands on his way. He enters the ring and does his signature taunt. The music cuts off, and the lights turn on. Sandstorm waits in the ring for his unlucky foe to make his presence felt.
James: Introducing from Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada, weighing 266lbs, The Rage of the Sahara, Sandstorm
Pollution by Limp Bizkit surges through the arena PA and the fans burst into cheers. Hanibal steps through the curtains rubbing his goatee. He raises his arms to his sides for a second, smirks and continues down the ramp. He arrogantly walks up the steps and onto the apron. He gives one last look at the crowd before flinging himself over the top rope.
James: Introducing, from Peterborough, Ontario, Canada, weighing 226lbs, Hanibal
Report: Sandstorm and Hanibal tie up, Hanibal gets a knee to the gut and then takes Sandstorm to the turnbuckle and slams his head into it before following it up with a couple of stiff right hands. Hanibal then hits a couple of shoulder blocks before he whips Sandstorm out of the turnbuckle to the opposite one. Hanibal then follows in, but Sandstorm moves out of the way, Hanibal blocks himself from hitting the turnbuckle but turns around into an onslaught of right hands and kicks from Sandstorm. Sandstorm then hits a hard knee strike followed by a Side Suplex. He goes for an early cover. ........................1 .................. Hanibal kicks out. Sandstorm pulls him up and hits a Knife Edge Chop, Hanibal fires back with a chop of his own, Hanibal has obviously been training with Power G, as Sandstorm is sent staggering into the corner by his hard chop. Hanibal pull Sandstorm out of the turnbuckle and sends him to the ropes, but Sandstorm reverses and then hits a Manhattan Drop. He then goes for The Nirvana (Spiral Bomb), but Hanibal escapes and lands on his feet. Hanibal then hits a high kick to the face and then goes for the Ego-Trip, but he can't lift Sandstorm and he counters with a T-bone Suplex. Sandstorm then waits for Hanibal to get up and hits a Heel Kick to the face. He then hooks him up from behind and hits a Reverse DDT and then locks on the Infinite Rest (Dragon Sleeper). Hanibal squirms his way towards the ropes and gets himself a rope break. Sandstorm picks him up as he holds his neck. He whips him to the ropes, but Hanibal reverses and then hits a Manhattan Drop of his own, Hanibal then spins around and goes for the Spinning Clothesline, but Sandstorm ducks and locks in a waistlock, Hanibal counters with an elbow and then reverses the waistlock and hits a Full Nelson Suplex with a bridge. ........................1 ..........................2 ............................ Sandstorm kicks out. Hanibal pull Sandstorm to his feet, he gives him a bit of trash talk and then hits a Spinning Belly to Back Suplex, he then hooks the leg. ......................1 .......................2 ...................... Sandstorm kicks out.
Stanyer: Great match from both men!
Dawg: It's too bad Sandstorm is a respectful Canadian
Stanyer: What are you on man? Hanibal is just a big cry baby!
Hanibal pull Sandstorm up, he slaps him in the face mocking him, Sandstorm stands there dazed, Hanibal then lifts him up and dumps him on the top turnbuckle. He then climbs up and is looking to hit a belly to belly , but Sandstorm counters with a couple of right hands, he then stands up and spins over Hanibal and hits the Pyramid Planter (Reverse Frankensteiner). Both men stay down. After the ref has begun his ten count, both men slowly make their way to their feet. Hanibal strikes first with a right hand, but Sandstorm comes back with one of his own, a fist fight then ensues, which Sandstorm wins and then sends Hanibal to the ropes and hits the Sahara Wind (Kitchen Sink). Hanibal gets up to his feet and Sandstorm lifts him onto his shoulders and hits the Mummification (Rack Pancake). Sandstorm makes the cover. .......................1 ........................2 ...................... Hanibal kicks out. Sandstorm pulls up Hanibal and kicks him in the gut and sets him up for a DDT, but Hanibal counters with a front vertibreaker type move. Hanibal nails the move and goes for the cover...........................1 .........................2 ............Sandstorm just kicks out.
Dawg: So close! I hear he calls that move the I Am Canadian
Stanyer: Really that's not that interesting
Hanibal pulls up Sandstorm and hits a series of right hands putting Sandstorm in the turnbuckle. Hanibal whips him to the opposite turnbuckle. Hanibal charges in, but Sandstorm gets his foot up. Hanibal turns away and Sandstorm goes for a clothesline, but Hanibal ducks underneath and then catches Sandstorm with a Superkick, Hanibal then locks on the Mahistrol Cradle Pin. ....................1 .....................2 ............................. Sandstorm just kicks out. Hanibal pulls up Sandstorm, he sends him to the ropes and awaits him, but Sandstorm counters with a Spear and then mounts Hanibal and begins to hammer him with right hands. Sandstorm then pulls up Hanibal and delivers a series of knees to the face before he sets him up and delivers an aggressive Piledriver. Sandstorm covers. ......................1 ......................2 ..................... Hanibal kicks out. Sandstorm gets up and stomps on Hanibal a couple of times, he pulls up the Larger Then Life Super Star and slams his head into the turnbuckle. He does this again and then rakes his eyes across the top rope. Sandstorm then lifts Hanibal over his shoulder and slams him down to the mat. Sandstorm then climbs the turnbuckle and flies off with the Guillotine Leg Drop and connects perfectly. He covers. .....................1 .......................2 ........................ Hanibal just gets his shoulder up. Sandstorm picks up Hanibal and hits a couple of right hands and then an arrogant slap before he goes for the Sandstorm Facebuster, but Hanibal elbows him off. Hanibal then charges at Sandstorm, but he lifts him up and hits a Spinebuster and then covers immediately. .....................1 .......................2 .................... Hanibal kicks out again. Suddenly from the back Silas Parish runs down to the ring and slides in with a chair in hand. He waits for Sandstorm to turn around and WAM! Nails him right in the way with the chair, The ref quickly rings the bell.
Dawg: Ahhhahahahahahahaha! That was great!
Stanyer: He almost took his head off! Dam Him!
Dawg: I make that 2 and 0 to Silas Parish for the evening.
Stanyer: It's about time someone taught Silas Parish a lesson, I just hope that Sandstorm does it at the PPV. I really do.
Dawg: Anyway, next is our 6 on 1 match. This should be fun.
Stanyer: Seriously? I can't believe this match is actually going to take place.
The camera shows Sabre, sitting in his office reading over some paper work and chuckling to himself, when suddenly Austin Cain bursts in.
Austin Cain: "What the Hell is this about?!?"
Austin slams a sheet of paper down on Sabre's desk. Sabre glances at it with only slight interest.
Sabre: "That would be the card for Havoc. Nice, isn't it?"
Austin Cain: "Are you serious? You have me booked in a six on one match!"
Sabre: "Of course I'm serious! Didn't you see the Sabre Seal of Approval?"
Austin Cain: "Well you can count me out! Nobody uses the Supreme Phenom as a pawn!"
Sabre: "Well, if that's the way you feel I'm sure I can find someone who will appreciate-"
Austin Cain: "Hold on, I have a better idea. You put six guys on Poppa, sure, he'll get his ass kicked, but what does that really prove? Put me in the match against him - one on one - and I'll really humiliate him. I'll take him apart. The guy wrestles in a friggin' suit, for Christ's sake! He's no wrestler."
Sabre: "Hmmm... I do like the sound of humiliation. And you're right about his lack of wrestling skills, my back is still sore from carrying that guy for so long."
Austin Cain: "Bottom line - put him in the ring with me, and I'll run circles around this chump. I'll show what a real wrestler can do."
Sabre rubs his chin thoughtfully, thinking it over for a few seconds before responding.
Sabre: '... okie dokie.'
Austin Cain: 'What the hell kinda sideshow are you running... I mean... huh?'
Sabre: 'Eh. I've changed my mind. Go out there and take one for the team, Cainster. Make a prime example of how to get the job done. Take it to the danger zone. Ride the electric horse. Taste the rainbow...
Austin Cain: 'Alright, alright, alright... enough with the bad cliches. You can consider Poppa the official property of the Supreme Phenom.'
Sabre: 'Good stuff, champion. Remember... make a REAL example of the poor puppy and I'll make it worth your while.'
Austin raises an eyebrow at the response...
Austin Cain: 'Meaaaaaning?'
Sabre: 'Meaaaaning if you take out that sorry 'woah is me' idiot tonight I'll use my almighty powers to grant you a match with the perfect opponent at House of Pain... Rookie.'
Austin Cain and Sabre look at each other warily before Austin nods his head...
Austin Cain: 'Alrighty, I'll cut up Poppa as an example of things to come for my Pay Per View opponent. Consider it a done deal.'
Sabre smiles before laughing...
Sabre: 'Oh, I know it's a deal... because if you screw up tonight... you're in for a hell of a ride... nobody makes a fool out of Sabre.'
Austin looks Sabre up and down before grinning himself...
Austin Cain: 'So you're retiring from professional wrestling then?'
Austin Cain leaves the room as Sabre scrathces his head at the remark..
Sabre: 'Retiring? Me? What a dummy...'
Dawg: Ohhh . I was looking forward to that 6 on 1 match. Oh well, I guess I can put up with Austin Cain kicking Big Poppa's ass instead.
Stanyer: And the prize for Austin Cain is plainly obvious - a spot at House of Pain.
The house lights cut out and the words "THE SUPREME PHENOM" scroll across the titantron. A flood of powerful white light erupts from the entry way. A single silhouetted figure steps out of the light as the instrumental "Jesus Christ Superstar" begins playing over the sound system, growing louder as it appraoches the musical climax. The figure raises his arms above his head and, just as the music peaks, flips both of his middle fingers up to the crowd. Pyros simutaneously explode across the stage, the white light cuts, the house lights come back on, tinted orange, and the music changes radically to Run DMC's "Tougher than Leather" - "UNCONCEIVABLE, UNBELIEVABLE - GRAMMAR LIKE A HAMMER INFORMATION RECEIVABLE, SENT BY THE LORD, HERE AND ABROAD, WITH WORDS WELL ADORED - NOW THEY CAN'T BE IGNORED!" A grinning Austin Cain makes his way down the ramp with a white monagrammed towel over his shoulder, he walks with a swaggering strut as he jaws at the booing fans. Briefly, he stops to point out a random fan and mouth the word "loser" to the camera. When he reaches the ring apron he slides under the bottom rope to the center of the mat, and pops up on one knee, posing with his arms outstreched as if he were being showered with praise, instead of jeers. He rises and wipes the sweat off of his forehead and face with the towel, then throws it to the audience. He mounts the second turnbuckle, laughs and points down at the fans who are scrambling for the towel.
James: Introducing from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing 248lbs, "The Supreme Phenom" Austin Cain!!
The lights begin to dim and the fans quiet down in anticipation. The words "Real Show" fade in and out on the dark UltraTron, and the lights suddenly turn on and fire works blast off as a customized version of Limp Bizkit's My Way starts up
James: "Coming to the ring at this time, weighting in at 285 pounds, 'The Real Show' Big Poppa!
The audience goes mad as Big Poppa emerges through the Havoc curtains. He does a air-guitar taunt to the tune of the song, and dances down to the ring
Report: Austin Cain and Big Poppa circle around each other. They tie up, Austin Cain slides into a waistlock and then takes Big Poppa down to the mat. Austin Cain then floats over into a front facelock. Big Poppa fights his way up to his feet and hits a few uppercuts to the body and then pushes Cain into the ropes. Poppa floors Cain with a standing Shoulder Block and then comes off the ropes and goes for an elbow drop, only for Cain to roll out of the way. Both get to their feet quickly. Cain goes for a right hand, but Poppa blocks it and then scores with a big uppercut. Cain is stunned for a moment and Poppa uses these few seconds to deliver a Vertical Suplex, he floats over into the pin. .1 .2 . Cain kicks out quite easily. Cain gets to his feet only to take a knee to the gut. Poppa whips Cain into the corner and then comes in and delivers some hard shoulder thrusts. Poppa whips Cain to the opposite corner and then charges in with a Jumping Body Splash. Cain staggers out and then falls flat on his face, much to the amusement of the crowd. Poppa comes off the ropes and then does a quick dance shuffle and then hits a Leg Drop to the back of the head. He rolls Cain over for the cover. 1 ..2 . Cain simply lifts his foot onto the ropes. Referee Duane Dibley spots it, and stops the count.
Dawg: Great ring presence from Austin Cain. You don't have to waste energy kicking out of pinfalls when you can just put your foot on the ropes.
Stanyer: Indeed, we all know Austin Cain is a great wrestler. It's his attitude, and most importantly, his ego, that is in question.
Poppa pulls Cain up to his feet, but gets caught with a blow to the gut and then Cain drives a hard knee into Poppa's gut. Cain then snaps Poppa over with a Headlock Takedown and grips the headlock on tight. This time it is Poppa who grabs the ropes to break the hold. Cain pulls Poppa up and then lifts him up to hit a Shin Breaker. As Poppa stumbles around the ring holding his leg, Cain charges at him and floors him with a Knee Smash. Cain then hooks the leg. 1 2 .. Poppa kicks out. Cain holds down Poppa's leg as he lifts himself high in the air and then comes crashing down with a knee drop to his leg. Cain lifts up the leg of Poppa and delivers a few stomps to the inside of his thigh and then snaps him down with a Leg Grapevine. Poppa hits a few punches to the head of Cain, but he ignores then and pulls the leg of Poppa back up and then delivers an Elbow Drop to it, before snapping on that Leg Grapevine once again. Poppa again breaks the hold with a few punches to Cain's exposed head. They both get to their feet Poppa scores with a number of right hands, he goes for a gut kick, but Cain catches the leg and then takes him down with a Japanese Dragon Screw. Poppa gets to his feet holding the injured leg, but he is sent straight back down again as Cain comes in with a hard Dropkick to the Knee. Cain then pulls Poppa up to his feet before taking him down with the Japanese Leg Roll (Rolling Leg Lock).
Stanyer: Cain has been promised a PPV match with The Rookie if he wins, and he looks like he wants to be on PPV.
Dawg: Wouldn't anyone want to be on PWF PPV? Just imagine if Cain was to beat Poppa tonight, and then beat Rookie on PPV, he'd have done the gWo two favours. You can only imagine the rewards for doing that. Lets not forget who has the power around here.
Stanyer: Yes, I haven't forgot. Although Sabre is doing his damn best to destroy everything around here, and he's only been in control for 7 days. Thankfully, this is his last day in control.
Dawg: I wonder if anyone has kept count of the number of people he has fired so far?
You can see the pain etched on Big Poppa's face as he crawls in vain towards the ropes. Finally after a desperate dive, he grabs the bottom rope and Duane Dibley calls for the break. However Austin Cain isn't finished and refuses to break the hold, only when the referee gets to 4 on his 5 count does he release the hold. Duane Dibley reprimands Austin Cain while Big Poppa gets to his feet. Cain finally gets leave of the referee and goes at Big Poppa, but suddenly "The Real Show" surprises Cain and grabs him by the throat and smashes him into the canvas with the Show Slam (Swinging Chokeslam). Both men stay down as Duane Dibley begins a ten count. On about 8, both men are back on their feet. Cain goes for a right hand, but Poppa blocks it and explodes on Cain with violent right hands. He sends Austin into the ropes and then floors him with a Jumping Clothesline. Cain staggers up to his feet only for Poppa to grab him around the waist and hit a perfect Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Cain gets up holding his back. Poppa rakes his back and then scoops him up and plants him on his knee with a Backbreaker. He then covers. ..1 2 Cain kicks out. Poppa pulls him to his feet, Cain breaks away from Poppa and scores with two right hands, he goes for a clothesline, but Poppa ducks it and then delivers the Paptizer (Sleeper Drop). Poppa hooks the leg. .1 ..2 . Cain just gets his shoulder up. Cain is struggling as Poppa climbs up to the top rope. To the delight of the crowd, Big Poppa begins to do a dance on the top rope. Cain is staggering to his feet, Duane Dibley checks on Cain, who suddenly pushes the referee into the ropes, which causes Poppa to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. Austin Cain takes full advantage and grabs the head of Poppa and then drives him into the canvas with a variation of the Phenomenon (Super Diamond Cutter). Cain hooks the leg. 1 2 3!!!!
Stanyer: Austin Cain picks up the win over Big Poppa, and gets the match with Rookie at the PPV.
Dawg: There is a saying in the wrestling business. It's not how you win. It's whether you win. And Austin Cain just won.
Stanyer: Big Poppa has been despressed ever since Sabre left him, and this will only make things worse.
Dawg: So what? Who cares? I am talking about the future of the PWF here in Austin Cain, and all your concerned with is Big Poppa's depression. God I wish Sabre had fired you.
The camera cuts backstage where Law Hiyabusa and Johny Mayhem are standing, Mayhem with mic in hand ready to ask some questions.
Mayhem: Law Hiyabusa. The current lightweight champion after a three-way brawl and after a brief stint of Loki taking your title. What is going in your mind right now?
Law: Well, Johny, Loki tries to play the mind games. He tries to thieve his way into being the champ. BUT!
Law screams so loud that Mayhem takes a few steps back away from him.
Law: But, Mr. Mayhem, I am ten steps, no twenty, no a MILE ahead of the feeble minded Loki. Hell, Loki can't even tie his left shoe without tripping over the right!
Law holds the mic while it's still in Mayhem's hand.
Law: So, if Loki wants to test Hiyabusa's mental ability, he can come and feel the fur...
Law gets cut off in midsentence by a voice calling him.
Voice: Mr. Hiyabusa!!
Law turns in the direction of the voice and we see a winded stagehand jog up to him.
Stagehand: Mr. Hiyabusa! I just saw Loki in the parking lot and-
Before the stagehand can finish, Law rushes off to the parking lot. Nothing appears out of the ordinary, no cars running, nohing out of place.
Law: Loki! Come on, I know you're back here you blue-haired freak! Come out and we'll settle this now!
Law checks through a few rows of cars, along the sides and underneath and still nothing. Suddenly, he notices an equipment truck with the back open, plenty of gear still inside. Law climbs the loading ramp and begins pushing things aside, opening the Anvil crates that are unlocked in search of his harasser. Suddenly, a car alarm starts going off somewhere in the garage. Law haults his search and jumps out of the truck. He doesn't have to look hard as the car is facing the back of the truck. Cautiously, he approaches the vehicle and the camera pans to catch a look of confusion and caution on his face. It also catches sight of one of the heavy Anvil cases rolling down the ramp! Law hears the low rumble and turns just in time to be too late. The crate clips him in the knee and the force sends him tumbling over the case. Law lays on the concrete holding his knee and uttering several Japanese curses. The case pops open and a laughing Loki clambers out, wearing Law's Lightweight Title belt.
Loki: Pop goes the knee cap!
Loki continues laughing as he begins to put the boots to Law. As security arrives on scene, Loki takes off running, leaving Law and several security guards in the dust.
Stanyer: Seriously, something needs to be done about Loki, he has gotten more and more aggressive in recent months. And he has quite probably done some damage to Law Hiyabusa there.
Dawg: Loki has learned that to survive in the PWF you have to be ruthless, if you keep trying to play things fairly, you won't last five minutes.
Stanyer: Wait, I am told that Golgotha and Profit are backstage waiting to be interviewed before the upcoming European Title match.
Golgotha is seen backstage inside the MoM locker room. Everyone is there and they are all doing their own preperations for Havoc. Theros is also there, clinging to the Golden Bible.
Golgotha: "Tonight, my conquest for bigger and better things is complete. I will defeat Darkstorm for the European Title. Isn't this a little bit of Deja Vu?"
Profit: "What do you mean Golgotha? We don't believe in silly supersticious stuff like Deja Vu?"
Golgotha: "All I'm saying is that I have already defeated Darkstorm for a title...the Lightweight Title. And I can say a true champion and man of honor has the belt now, Law Hiyabusa. But even after I beat Darkstorm, the rest of the MoM, and especially Sandstorm, got the best of Darkstorm."
Profit: "I wouldn't count Darkstorm out so easily. After all, they just don't give Titles out to people here in the PWF."
Golgotha: "Don't worry. Truth is, I'm counting on my own God given talent and the fact that I know I can beat Darkstorm to win the match. Hey, Cole, do you want to go pray before I have to go out there?"
Profit: "I think that Darkstorm should be the one praying....That God will have mercy on his soul...."
Golgotha: "...Cause I sure as hell won't!"
The two high five before they head out of the room. The camera zooms in on the shiny cover to the Golden Bible where we can see a reflection of pshycotic smile worn by Theros.
Credit: Nightshade
The huanted remix of Racktes and Drapes "Personal Jesus" blasts across the Arena. We see the words "The truth is..." come across the Ultratron as Golgotha comes out. The Hardcore Christian has a Gold bible in his right hand. Cole T. Profit, Golgothas business associate, is close behind him. Golgotha takes a knee and opens the Bible. The line "Reach out and touch faith" hits and pyros go off. The duo make their way to the ring. Golgotha high fives the fans and Profit hands out $20's to them. Golgotha gets to the ring, climbs on the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the Heavens.
James: Introducing, from Skull Canyon, Arizona, weighing 224lbs, "The Hardcore Christian" Golgotha.
Thunder is heard on the oppisite side of the titantron and makes its way around each opposite sides of the arena until directly in front of the ultra-tron, then two bolts of lightning strike from the rafters, and "CLick CLick Boom", by Saliva hits and out of the smoke from the pryos come DarkStorm, he stops at the top of the ramp and folds his arms over each other, and looks around, then he drops them and runs to the ring, he slides under the bottom rope. Storm gets up and runs and jump to the second rope, he throws a hand up, and the crowd cheers.
James: Introducing from Clinton, NC weighing 230lbs, DarkStorm.Crowd Boos
Report: Carlton Rock calls for the bell and Darkstorm and Golgotha meet in the center of the ring. The two talk for a couple seconds before Golgotha clean clocks Darkstorm with a straight right hand to the face. Darkstorm, caught off guard, stumbles back, but comes forward again with a jumping roundhouse kick, catching Golgotha in the ribs. The wind gets knocked out of the challenger. Golgotha slowly gets to his feet and resizes Darkstorm up. Profit begins yelling from the ringside for Golgotha to get his head straight. Golgotha charges in with fists flying, connecting with three jabs before Darkstorm gets his fists up to block the punches. He counters with a kick to the knees, throwing Golgotha off balance. He tries another kick, but Golgotha catches it and floors Darkstorm with a clothesline. Golgotha begins stomping away at Darkstorm, but after a few stomps, backs away to taunt for the crowd. Darkstorm gets to a crouching position and watches Golgotha. He stands up and motions for Golgy to bring it on. The two now pass the punches up and hook up into a collar and elbow tie up. Golgotha hits a body shot and body slams Darkstorm to the mat with a bounce.
Stanyer: Profit is trying to get Golgotha wound up for this match with DarkStorm. But you sense that he is worried about something.
Dawg: Wouldn't be the thought of Theros interferring now would it? I mean lets face it, anyone would be worried with him hanging about. He's cost Golgotha enough matches as it is.
Stanyer: That is true, but remember last week? Theros actually helped Golgotha out, so perhaps he might do the same tonight.
Dawg: We live in hope.
Darkstorm bounces to his feet and before he can regain composure is caught from behind with an abdominal stretch. Golgotha cranks back on the ribs before setting Darkstorm into the position for a pump handle. Golgotha lifts Darkstorm up, but Darkstorm squirms out of the hold and hooks Golgy with a reverse DDT. He follows up with a quick pin 1 2 Golgotha pulls his shoulder up. Darkstorm gets back up to his feet. Golgotha rolls to his hands and knees and starts to get up, but Darkstorm drops a leg drop to the back of Golgotha's neck. He rolls Golgotha up and tries again for the win 1 2 Golgotha again gets his shoulder up. Darkstorm rolls to his feet and climbs to the top rope. Golgotha gets up and turns around. Darkstorm immediately flies off the top with a missile dropkick, but Golgotha instinctively drops to the mat, causing Darkstorm to miss. Darkstorm lands hard and rolls on the mat holding his ribs.
Stanyer: Both men are down and out. It's a race to be the first one to their feet. Whoever wins clearly has the best chance to win this contest, and of course the European Title.
Profit begins yelling for Golgotha to pin Darkstorm. As both men are down, Carlton Rock begins his mandatory ten count. As he gets up to three, the madman, Theros, takes Profit's attention away from the match. He begins to walk down the aisle from the back. Profit storms up to him and demands he leave the ringside area. As this is happening on the outside, both Golgotha and Darkstorm are getting to their feet. Darkstorm gets up and starts to slowly walk towards a crouching Golgotha. However, Darkstorm is stopped and dropped as Golgotha explodes through him with a spear. He goes for a pin on Darkstorm, but notices Theros on the outside grabbing Profit by the shirt. Carlton Rock counts one, but Golgotha gets up and slides to the floor. Golgotha shoves Theros away from Profit and punches him with a right hand. Carlton Rock begins to count him out of the ring. Theros fights back though and clobbers Golgotha with a harder right hand of his own. Carlton Rock continues to count, but Golgotha is oblivious to it.
Dawg: See!! I told you this would happen. Golgotha is going to get counted out, and Theros will have cost Golgotha the European Title.
Stanyer: It is looking that way at the moment.
Golgotha and Theros continue fighting on the floor and soon, Carlton Rock reaches the twenty count and calls for the bell. Golgotha hears the bell and looks to the ring with a sour look on his face. He screams out in anger and turns to Theros, who has the Golden Bible in his hand. He turns and runs up the ramp. Golgotha gets out of the ring and calls Profit over to him, and they both head up the ramp after Theros.
Stanyer: Well, it looks like Golgotha has finally had enough of Theros Macalvia, we are trying to get a camera backstage to follow the action.
Dawg: Yeah, I want to see Theros get the beating of a lifetime.
Stanyer: If you want to see that, just play a video our first PPV
The cameras take us backstage where we see Golgotha and Profit chasing after Theros, who still has the Golden Bible. The Hardcore Christian catches the madman and pushes him up against the wall.
Golgotha: "What in Gods green earth do you think your doing? I have done nothing but help you out. Teach you the way in that you should go. I have shown you the light and this is how you repay me? By constantly running in, costing me matches, and stealing my Bible?"
Theros begins to speak, but Golgotha cuts him off with a clip to the head.
Golgotha: "That is the second time that you have cost me the European Title...And its the last time! Truth is, I can't even focus on my matches at Armageddon or Massacre because I'm always checking over my shoulder to make sure that you aren't going to cost me the match! Well, no more!"
Theros begins to try and talk again, this time shaking the Golden Bible at Golgotha. Golgotha, decides its time to shut Theros up. Noticing that the Bible is right in front of Theros face, like he is hiding behind it, Golgotha draws back and punches the Golden Bible into Theros head. This busts Theros open and knocks him out.
Golgotha: "This ends at House of Pain, Theros! You and me and weapons scattered inside of the Octogon! There will be no escape, no rope breaks, only suffering for you! You will suffer worse than all of the other lost souls do. For your own sake I hope that you remeber what I taught you and pray that God has mercy on your soul....Cause I sure as hell won't!"
Golgotha takes his Bible from the fallen Theros and begins to walk off with Profit. Then, Golgotha stops. He hands the Bible to Profit and walks back to Theros. Golgotha stomps on the madman a few times for good measure, and then locks him in the Angelic Possesion. Security rushes to the back and forces Golgotha to release the hold as we fade to black.
We return to where we were before the short break. Theros is sitting directly in front of the camera, still bleeding from a headwound from Golgotha. Theros stares at the camera, his eyes unblinking, but one hand rapidly opening and closing.
Theros: "Salvation was stole, taken like the wind! Gone! You did, you brought the bloody crown, and took the soul. Theros understands you. He hears the spirits and listens to their words. Goldgoth... you will pay. Theros was happy, HE WAS! I know, for he told me! Now he is not.... I AM ANGRY! Yes he is!"
Theros slides a hand up his face, leaving a smear of blood from jaw to crown of the head.
Theros: "The voices say it is YOU that is insane.... yes yes yes - you, not me. Yes yes yes. Why? Why does the bird drown when covered in salad dressing?? Because it does! HAHAHAHA! You have wronged.... tsk tsk tsk..... retributions comes for you at House of Pain..... retribution, payable on delivery."
Theros uses a foot to move the camera into a better view
Theros: "Now the time comes, the voices grow loud.... they insist!! He knows! HE DOES! HE HEARS THEM NOW!!!....................................................................................... . pre.... prepare Goldgoth..... prepare for it. Hehehehehehehehe........ the depths of sanity are shallow to the heights of insanity...... soon. Yes, very soon. You will hear them all! Exprience nothing! Much like him...... yes yes yes..... JUST like HIM!"
Theros moves to stand and knocks the camera over, revealing the body of the cameraman layed out. Face down with small stains of blood on the concrete. Theros's boot steps over the man carefully as he exits tyhe room.
We are now back in the cafeteria. A large group of staff members seems to have congregated there. Or ex-Staff members to be precise. These are all the people Sabre has fired this week.
Man: "Listen, everyone man or woman in this room has suffered the worst week of their lives. Ever since Sabre took over as commissioner he has made life a living hell for every member of the PWF Staff. Everyone in this room has been fired by Sabre. Well I think it's about time we showed him who's boss. Who's with me."
The entire crowd is riled up by the mans speech. He calms them down for a moment.
Man: "Come on, we're going to show Sabre just who runs the PWF."
The raucous crowd start to leave the cafeteria, presumably going to find Sabre..
Stanyer: It looks like Sabre's actions are going to backfire on him.
Dawg: Idiots, they all deserved to be fired, I don't know what they are complaining about.
"Brand New Hate" by the Backyard Babies fires throughout the arena, and the crowd begin booing hoarsley as Sabre slowly struts out from behind the curtain, arms raised, taking in the negativity. He grins cockily at the fans in the the front row as he walks to the ring, before jumping onto the apron and leaping over the third rope. He then moves into the centre of the ring and slowly pretends to brush some dirt from his chest, before raising his arms again while flames erupt in a large explosion on the stage behind him...
James: Introducing from Sydney, Australia, weighing 230lbs, The Sabre. Crowd boos loudly
"Her Ghost in the Fog" by Cradle of Filth begins to play as a ring of fire appears by the entrance, surrounded by an eerie fog. Bloodbath rises out of the flames before walking towards the ring. He stops on the apron, and looks to the crowd, before he climbs in the ring.
James: Introducing, from Hell, Michigan, weighing 225lbs, Bloodbath.
Report: Sabre and Bloodbath tie up in the middle of the ring. Sabre slides behind Bloodbath and then scores with a couple of quick forearms to the back of the head. He then hooks Bloodbath up and delivers a Back Drop. Bloodbath quickly gets to his feet only for Sabre to score with two quick right hands. He then sends Bloodbath to the ropes and then scores with a Flipping Dropkick. Sabre crouches on one knee and holds both arms out, expecting adulation from the crowd, but all he gets is boos, and a chant of "Sabre sucks". He casually waves it off and hits Bloodbath with a throat thrust. He then sends Bloodbath to the ropes before knocking him down with a Reverse Elbow. Sabre then stands facing away from Bloodbath and blows a kiss to the crowd before hitting a Backflip Moonsault and then hooking the leg for a cover. ..1 2 .. Bloodbath kicks out. Sabre rolls onto his side and arrogantly snaps his fingers to show his dissappointment. Sabre pulls Bloodbath to his feet, but the man from the dark side gets in a few punches to the body and then pushes Sabre away. Sabre comes charging back at Bloodbath, but he explodes from his kneeling position and sends the temporary commissioner through a loop with an awesome clothesline.
Stanyer: Bloodbath has just arranged Sabre a few days at the nearest dentist.
Dawg: Don't start getting cocky, your not Sabre.
Bloodbath pull Sabre up to his feet and then rears back before driving a viscious Fury Punch into his face. Sabre staggers back into the corner. Bloodbath comes in and hits a volley of right hands before whipping Sabre to the opposite corner. Bloodbath charges in and hits a Jumping Body Splash before immediately hooking the head and driving Sabre face first into the canvas with a Bulldog. Bloodbath hooks the leg for a cover. Senior Referee Mark Johnson makes the count. ..1 ..2 Sabre kicks out. Bloodbath pulls him up to his feet and hits a right hand and then a gut kick. He then sends Sabre to the ropes and then plants him with a hard Samoan Drop, he reaches back to hook the leg. ..1 ..2 .. Sabre kicks out. Bloodbath pulls Sabre up and then hooks both arms. He then gives Sabre "Brain Damage" (Trapping Headbutts). As Sabre is doubled up, holding his face from the move. Bloodbath comes off the ropes and then takes Sabre down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Bloodbath then drags Sabre over towards the corner and then begins to climb the turnbuckle facing towards the crowd. Bloodbath then goes for a spectacular hanging Moonsault, but Sabre rolls out of the way and begins to get to his feet. Bloodbath bounces straight up and staggers around holding his stomach. Sabre boots him in the gut and then drills his head into the canvas with a DDT. Sabre lies on his back for a moment, catching his breath. He then rolls over and hooks Bloodbath's leg for the cover. .1 ..2 .. Bloodbath kicks out.
Stanyer: Sabre has a chance to get back in the match, but he is going to have to work hard in this match, as Bloodbath is one tough bastard. The man just won't stay down.
Dawg: You have to wonder what Sabre's motive is? I mean, does he really want to face MVD at the PPV? It's not as if Bloodbath can lose the title between now and then, is it?
Stanyer: Sabre's motives are purely selfish, that's clear. I don't think there is a bigger ego in wrestling than Sabre's. Hell, Sabre's ego is so big, they had to re-write the definition of the word "ego" just to accomadate him.
Dawg: Really? I never knew that.
Stanyer: I was being sarcastic.
Sabre pulls himself to his feet as Bloodbath is slowly making his way to his feet. Sabre delivers a couple of gut kicks and then sends Bloodbath to the ropes. Sabre then springs up and snaps Bloodbath over with a perfect Hurricanranna. Sabre doesn't bother with a cover, instead he takes time out to taunt a couple of the fans in the front row. Sabre turns back to Bloodbath who is almost on his feet now. Sabre charges in, but Bloodbath catches him with a Back Elbow. Sabre is quick to his feet, but only so Bloodbath can send him into the ropes. However Bloodbath is caught by surprise when Sabre catches him clean on the jaw with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Bloodbath staggers up to his feet shaking his head and checking his jaw. Sabre pushes him into the corner with forearms and gut kicks. Sabre then whips Bloodbath to the opposite corner, however he reverses and then follows in. Sabre spectacuarly rolls up and over the turnbuckle and lands on the apron. Bloodbath is taken completely by surprise and simply runs into the corner and bounces off, allowing Sabre to clothesline him down. Sabre then slingshots over the ropes into a Leg Drop and then hooks the leg. .1 .2 Bloodbath kicks out. Sabre climbs to the top rope and stands up, arms outstretched and shouting out various insults at the crowd. Bloodbath staggers to his feet, only to watch Sabre fly off and take him down with a spectacular Flying Body Press. Sabre lands in a cover. .1 .2 . Bloodbath continues to show his toughness and kicks out. Sabre gets up and quickly bounces off the ropes and hits a Flipping Senton Splash. Sabre then drags Bloodbath into the middle of the ring and hooks up his legs before turning him over for the Texas Cloverleaf. Mark Johnson slides down to the face of Bloodbath asking him if he wants to give up. Bloodbath is trying not to cry out, but his face shows the pain he is in. Sabre looks back towards the referee and then begins to pull himself towards the ropes. Mark Johnson is on his belly, right up in Bloodbath's face, this allows Sabre to grab the ropes with his free and and increase the pressure on Bloodbath, finally making him cry out in pain. Sabre continues to use the ropes, while keeping an eye on Mark Johnson. The referee starts to get up to check on Sabre, and he promptly lets go of the ropes.
Stanyer: Come on, Mark Johnson should be calling for a break. Sabre was clearly using the ropes, how can he not have seen that?
Dawg: It ain't cheating, as long as the referee doesn't see it!!
Stanyer: Well in my book, it's cheating, no matter which way you look at it.
Mark Johnson goes back to checking on Bloodbath, allowing Sabre to grab the rope again. However this time Mark Johnson looks up much sooner, and spots what Sabre is doing. He immediately kicks Sabre's arm off the rope and then calls for a break. Sabre releases the hold and then begins to argue with the referee. Bloodbath uses this time to get to his feet, although he keeps checking his knee. Sabre has had enough of the argument and turns back towards the fight, but walks straight into Bloodbath who boots him in the gut and then delivers the Double Arm DDT. Bloodbath covers. 1 ..2 . Sabre kicks out. Bloodbath pulls Sabre up to his feet and scores with a hard right hand. Bloodbath then sends Sabre into the ropes before flooring him with a stiff left arm clothesline. Sabre struggles to his feet. Bloodbath goes behind and plants Sabre with a hard German Suplex, with a bridge. ..1 ..2 . Sabre just kicks out. Bloodbath pull Sabre up to his feet and goes for a standing clothesline, but Sabre ducks it and then locks Bloodbath in a Full Nelson, before planting him with a Dragon Suplex, with a bridge. 1 ..2 .. Bloodbath just kicks out. Both men stay down for a moment, but then they begin to get to their feet. Sabre scores with a couple of right hands. He then goes for the Sabre's Edge (Samurai Driver), but Bloodbath counters with an awesome Tiger Bomb, with a pin. ..1 ..2 .. Sabre just kicks out. Bloodbath pulls Sabre up to his feet and then lifts him up onto the top rope. Bloodbath starts to climb up the turnbuckle, but Sabre pokes him in the eye. Bloodbath drops to the mat and staggers around in a circle, he walks into Sabre who hooks his head and then delivers a Tornado DDT. Sabre bounces to his feet and signals to the crowd for the 450 Splash. He springs up to the top rope, but then his, and everyone elses attention switches over towards the entrance..
Dawg: What the hell? Who are all these guys?
Stanyer: Jesus Christ, how many of them are there? Wait, I recognise some of them. They are the people Sabre fired!!!
Dawg: Then what the hell are they doing coming out here? They were fired, so they should get out of the building, before Sabre kicks all their asses.
Stanyer: I think they have come to exact their own revenge.
The staff members swarm around the ring, a number of the bigger men slide into the ring, they surround Sabre, who has climbed down from the top rope. The referee has already left the ring. The various staff members then begin a beatdown on Sabre.
Stanyer: This would be a fitting end for Sabre if you ask me. In the 7 days he's been commissioner, he's made everyone's life a living hell, and it's about time someone got their revenge.
Dawg: Get some security out here!! These people don't work here no more, get them out of here.
Stanyer: You forgot, Sabre fired all the security guards. Most of them are in the ring now.
Dawg: Dammit, where are the gWo when you need them?
Stanyer: You think the gWo would help Sabre when there must be 50 men and women at ringside? I think not, nobody is that stupid. Besides, Sabre only has himself to blame.
Dawg: Dammit, this isn't fair!!!
The beatdown continues on Sabre, and doesn't show any signs of stopping. Sabre is just trying to shield himself from as many blows as possible.
Stanyer: Oh damn, I'm sorry folks, I know you all want to watch this beating in it's entirety, but unfortunately, we have run out of time. Perhaps we can show you some extended footage at House of Pain. See you then.
Dawg: If it's Sabre's last act, he'll erase this footage from the archives.
The beatdown continues as the camera fades to the PWF logo.
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