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Continental Airlines Arena
East Rutherford, New Jersey
Sunday July 21st 2002
Attendance: 19,691

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 Continental 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 hope you are all enjoying the new format of the PWF, with two shows per week, we hope to bring you even better matches and entertainment than ever before.

Dawg: Besides, if we wanted to, we could put MVD on both shows, and you could all see everyone's favourite superstar and PWF World Champion TWICE A WEEK!!!

Stanyer: Suddenly it doesn't look such a great idea. Anyway, we are two weeks removed from the phenomenal House of Pain PPV, where many wrestlers suffered injuries, some of which are not yet healed. The actual injury list is too long for me to list here tonight.

Dawg: Yeah, we don't want to have to listen to you ramble on all night.

Stanyer: Besides we have the Last Man Standing tournament to concentrate on.

Dawg: Indeed, this years tournament looks like being the closest one ever.

Stanyer: Indeed, few can pick who will win, some say Homicide, some say Davey K, some say Sabre, some Hunt, some Golgotha, some say the new US champion, Sandstorm, will continue pull through. The possibilities are endless. There are 16 men entering this tournament, and one one will be the Last Man Standing. We've four of the last 16 matches tonight, they are.

Jay Stylez v Sandstorm
Heelmaster v Loki
Splinter v Jason Hunt
Homicide v Silas Parish

Dawg: I was surprised at the last one, Silas and Homicide have plenty of history.

Stanyer: There has been info flying around backstage all week about that match, it is the biggest of the draw, and looks set to be a stunning contest…..


"Snap your Fingers, Snap your neck" by Prong plays as MVD walks down the aisle, cluching Jennifer Van Dam by the waist, he lets her go, and poses, flexing his arms towards his head (RVD style), moments later the rest of the gWo follow him out.. The Ultra-Tron bears the gWo logo and then shows clips of MVD striking opponents out with his Kendo Stick and finishing them the 5 star frog splash.

 James: Introducing, from Battlecreek, England, the NEW PWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION………MATT VAN DAM. The crowd boos loudly

Stanyer: MVD not going down too well with the crowd here in New Jersey.

Dawg: They should be more respectful to their World Champion. MVD now leads this company, and don't you forget it.

MVD collects a microphone, he paces around as the rest of the gWo look on.

MVD: "Well, I can think of better places to do this than New Jersey (instant boos from the crowd), but what the hell? Let the celebrations begin!!!"

Fireworks go off around the ring and on the stage, hundreds of green and black balloons fall from the roof of the arena and fill the ring and many land in the crowd. Who are not sounding too happy.

MVD: "I may still have about 20 cuts and a few bruises left over from House of Pain, but none of that matters, as I have completed my quest, I have achieved my dream. I am now the PWF World Champion. And now, the Van Dam era begins. It all begins tonight with this, the gWo's official celebration party. A celebration party for me."

Stanyer: Do we have to be subjected to this?

Dawg: Of course, everyone needs to see this, a truly glorious occasion.

MVD: "You are now staring at the most unstoppable force in wrestling today. And mark my words, anybody who dares to stand in our way will be taken, crushed and thrown to the wolves. Please, save your congratulations for somebody who cares. All I care about is this, the PWF World Title. I've worked my ass off for over a year to get this far. I stood in Gambino's shadow for far too long. I am where I rightfully belong, as the number one wrestler in the world today….."

Suddenly, Davey K's music hits and he appears at the top of the ramp with a mic in one hand. MVD does not look very pleased that he has interuppted his celebrations.

Davey K: Oh great, so begins the reign of the jackass. Reign of the retard, reign of the annoying, reign of the muppet. MVD I could stand up here all day and insult you in various different ways but it looks like Mother Nature beat me to it. So, youve finally become the champion? Well, thats great, Im so happy....so so very happy. Im getting to see now that Ive been waisting my team being witty and original, to succeed Ive got to be a complete tool, similar to yourself. Now how can I do that? Let me see, maybe I could rip off a gimmick! Yeah thats what im gonna do.

Hey Matt, can you smell what The Superstar is cooking? Sorry I should have more respect for a one time, count it one time! PWF Champion, now I think I can dig that? But how about you sucka?

You know what, it just doesnt seem right, ripping off in such a sad way. I feel kind of dirty, more dirty than JVD in one of her home movies. A lot more dirty. So ill stick to being a superstar and an all round idol to fans the world over. But there is something very unsettling about this whole thing. You MVD, which the more times I say it sounds like a disease I really dont want, are the champion. You, the finger point guy, the man that in Mexico was called El Retardo, in England you were called Jolly Fat Wanker, in Germany they nicknamed you Ze Idiot Wit De Tiny Willy, the list is endless of countries and people that have taken a disliking to you and your little group.

Lets stop and have a brief history lesson, a while ago there was a man that was adored all around the world, he was a Superstar, and against him there was a green wearing chump. Now the Superstar had the Title of Europe, and El Greeno had nothing, El Greeno challenged the Superstar, he got his sorry ass Superstar Slammed into a cane and the rivalry was over. Now a few months down the line, that green idiot is a freakin world champion and the Superstar is still trying to get the ringing noise of Jason Hunt's voice removed from his ears.

Anyway Matt, to the point. The thought of you being the world champion, that man that represents the company, is something that unsettles me, and im sure that the fans of the PWF are a little unsettled by it as well. So lets see if the Superstar can put things right, here tonite at Havoc. How about me and you have a little match, and you put that shiny belt of yours on the line. Then the whole world can see me deliver to your the shortest title reign in the PWF and put a smile back onto all the peoples faces.

What do you say....dipshit?

MVD is pacing around the ring at high speed, he looks seriously pissed off.

MVD: "Who the HELL do you think you are? Do you have any idea who I am? I am the PWF World Heavyweight Champion, not only that, but I am also the PWF Commissioner. And I will not stand around and be insulted by a man who can't even tell the difference between a man and a woman. Now if you want to leave this arena alive, I suggest you back yourself up and get out of my arena…… NOW!!!!"

Davey K makes no movement, he just waits patiently. This only serves to piss MVD off even more.

MVD: "Oh that's it, I'm going to kick your ass right now."

MVD begins to take off his jacket and starts to head towards Davey, but Sabre and Hunt hold him back.

Davey K: What's up Matt? Your sycophants afraid you'll get your ass kicked.

MVD struggles with Hunt and Sabre, but Sabre manages to speak to him and talk some sense into him.

MVD: "Fine, you got yourself a match Davey. But one thing, the Playaz Club will be barred from ringside. I want you alone, so I can finish your career off once and for all."

MVD spikes the mic into the ground as Davey leaves through the curtain and we fade to a commercial.




The scene opens up backstage with Jay Stylez in his locker room, He is seen sitting down on a black leather couch. He is wearing a white t shirt, blue jeans with timberland boots. He is looking over the tourney card, He threws it on the wodden table that is in front of him and begins to speak about both Splinter and the man who he will be taking on in the tournament Sandstorm.

Jay Stylez: Splinter....me and you had our battles. You beat me in the middle of the ring on Havoc, and tried to make a point by coming off the top ropes and driving a chair on my chest. Then not to long ago you got attacked by two gWo members who are Jason Hunt and MVD. I then took advantage and hit Splinter with a chair connecting with his head. I think I also got a point across by doing that to Spinter. Well If you still want some more of 'The Street Hustler' Jay Stylez then I am here, just come by with your little chair so I can kick it in your face. Know the only person that I have on my mind right about now is SANDSTORM our current PWF US Champion!

Stylez stands up from the couch, drinks some of the water that is laying on the table and begins to speak about his match at the tournament.

Jay Stylez: Sandstorm, 1st off I would like to congratulate you on you winnin the US title. I am so happy you took that damn title from him, cause I would of had too. You and I go way back Sandstorm but when we both get into the ring I will not take it easy on you, this is my time to shin and I plan on shining by kicking your ass all over the ring at the Tourney.

Stylez drops the water, the camera fades to black while Jay Stylez leaves his locker room.


The scene opens up to the parking lot of the venue of this week's Havoc. A limo pulls up and many people can be heard screaming inside as they see the license plate that reads "MoM". Out from the limo step Golgotha, fresh off his victory over Theros at HoP, and Sandstorm, with his newly one U.S. Title Belt which he is, at the moment, shining with his arm. They grab they're gear and head towards the building.

Golgotha: Geez Sandy, you sure have taken a liking to that belt lately.

Sandstorm: Yeah, *bites his fist* he's my special boy!

Golgotha: What was that?

Sandstorm: Oh, ah, nothing.

Golgotha shrugs and they continue to walk towards the building. Tedison comes running up to them and begs for an interview, but Sandstorm backs away in terror and backhands him in the face.

Golgotha: Hey man, what did you do that for?

Sandstorm: Stumpy is a scary scary man Golgy, even Parish agrees with that.

Golgotha: You guys have really been at each other's throats lately huh?

Sandstorm: Yeah, and he actually thinks he can take this away from me. Ha! I offered him a rematch, but I'll bet he's too scared to take it, well Parish, it's right here, come and get it. Come on boy! Get the title! Come on boy!

Golgotha: Uh Sandy, he's not a dog.

Sandstorm: Coulda fooled me.

The two laugh and continue into the building.


Stanyer: That sounded to me like a challenge to Parish to come and get his title back.

Dawg: Sandstorm should be careful what he wishes for, it might just come true.

Stanyer: Well anyway, it's time to kick off the Last Man Standing Tournament, and our opening match is between PWF newcomer, Jay Stylez, and the new US champion, Sandstorm.




Credit: Brendan Seeley


"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!!!

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


Report: Sandstorm and Stylez walk around getting a feel of one another and then tie up, Sandstorm takes Stylez into an arm wrench. Stylez reverses and sends Sandstorm to the ropes, Stylez bends down but Sandstorm kicks him in the face. Sandstorm then goes to clothesline Stylez, but he ducks underneath and carries on into the ropes, Sandstorm ducks Stylez's clothesline and then takes Stylez down with a Flying Forearm to the face. Stylez gets up a little stunned, Sandstorm hits him with a hard right hand knocking him into the turnbuckle. Sandstorm backs it up with a couple more right hands and then climbs up the turnbuckle as the crowd chant to 10 along with him. Sandstorm then holds both hands in the air to the crowd, but Stylez grabs his legs and spins him around. Stylez then slaps Sandstorm hard in the chest and then springs to the top rope and then wraps his legs around Sandstorm's head and snaps him over with a toprope hurricanranna. Sandstorm pulls himself up, Stylez kicks him in the gut and then delivers a Swinging DDT, he floats over and hooks the leg. .......................1 ..........................2 ....................... Sandstorm kicks out. Stylez pulls Sandstorm up to his feet. He kicks him in the gut a couple of times and then hooks him up and delivers a Russian Leg Sweep. Stylez then comes off the ropes and hits a perfect Leg Drop, he covers. .......................1 ............................2 ......................... Sandstorm kicks out. Stylez pulls up Sandstorm and then sends him to the ropes and then wraps himself around Sandstorm and locks in the dragon sleeper.

Dawg: Stylez actually showing some skill!

Stanyer: Now that's a little rude! Jay Stylez has shown himself in the past weeks and has done well

Stylez wrenches back on the submission and then lets go, Sandstorm staggers into the corner holding his back, Stylez backs into the opposite turnbuckle and smacks his bottom and then charges in and hits a hard body press crushing Sandstorm chest first into the turnbuckle. Sandstorm falls down backwards. Stylez checks Sandstorm position and then springs off the 2nd rope with an Asai Moonsault and then immediately hooks the leg for the pin. .........................1 ...........................2 ......................... Sandstorm kicks out. Stylez is surprised at this and maneuvers Sandstorm into position by the turnbuckle. Stylez then climbs up to the top turnbuckle and then turns around and stands straight up, he then attempts a Senton Splash on Sandstorm, but he rolls towards the turnbuckle to evade the move. Stylez is quickly up, as is Sandstorm who levels Stylez with a hard clothesline. Stylez gets to his feet holding his head and Sandstorm delivers a Side Suplex. Stylez holds his head as Sandstorm makes the cover. ........................1 ..........................2 ........................ Stylez kicks out. Sandstorm pulls Stylez up to his feet, he goes behind and hooks him up for a Reverse DDT. But Stylez slips out of it and turns it into an arm wrench and goes for a Short Arm Clothesline, but Sandstorm ducks around into a waistlock. Sandstorm goes for a German Suplex, but Stylez counters with a Victory Roll. ........................1 ..........................2 ........................... Sandstorm kicks out. They both roll to their feet. Stylez charges at Sandstorm but he is met by the Sahara Wind (Kitchen Sink). Stylez holds his gut as Sandstorm pulls him to his feet and lifts him over his shoulders and then hits the Mummification (Rack Pancake). Sandstorm hooks the leg. ........................1 ..........................2 ........................... Stylez kicks out. Sandstorm gets up and tells Stylez to move to his feet while talking to him a bit.

Stanyer: A little jaw jacking going on between Sandstorm and Stylez

Dawg: Actually Sandstorm is the one talking

Sandstorm pulls Stylez up, he hits a couple of right hands and then sends him to the ropes and picks him up for a Sidewalk Slam, but Stylez counters with a Flying Head Scissors. Sandstorm rolls through it to his feet, but is a little dizzy. Stylez charges in and goes for a Spinning back kick, but Sandstorm ducks underneath it and as Stylez gets to his feet Sandstorm clocks him with a devastating Superkick. Sandstorm quickly pulls Stylez into position and then signals for the Optical Illusion (Shooting Star Press). He climbs to the top rope and attempts the move, but Stylez rolls out of the way and Sandstorm crashes into the canvas chest first. Stylez gets to his feet and lifts up Sandstorm but is quickly countered into The Mirage. Sandstorm rolls over and covers Stylez………………1……………..2……….3!!!!

Stanyer: Sandstorm advances, but Jay Stylez put up an excellent fight.

Dawg: He still hasn't won on Havoc yet, which begs the question. Why was he in this tournament?

Stanyer: Someone has to be.

Dawg: They could have let MVD enter.

Stanyer: He's the World Champion? And the winner faces the World Champ. He can't face himself!!

Dawg: Well, he'd get the night off.

Stanyer: Somehow, I don't think it would work.


The camera cuts to the backstage where Ted Tedison is standing with Jason Hunt. The crowd instantly breaks out into a chorus of boo's.

Tedison: Hunt, tonight you compete in the Last Man Standing tournament.

Hunt: Yeah, what is this anyways?

Tedison: Winner gets a shot at the World Title.

Hunt: Awesome, that means I can finally complete my meteoric rise to the top then, eh?

Tedison: Well Jason you are considered one of the favorites to win this tournament.

Hunt: As expected.

Tedison: Who do you think is your biggest threat to the crown?

Hunt: Well as I look at the list no one really, but then I come upon a guy named Homicide. Then a guy named Sabre. As it turns out Sabre is in the gWo so he is no threat to me. If it comes down to us then we'll settle it with a nice game of darts or something. Homicide is what could ruin this perfect gWo tournament.

Tedison: Yes, Homicide is another one of the favorites to win it all.

Hunt: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen Homicide if you some how even make it to face me or even think about ruining the all gWo final. Then I got some news for you pal. Trust me it's not going to happen. I am going to mow through the competition, if you can call it that. Homicide, I hope you do know how easily I can destroy you and your little Boston Massacre crap.

Tedison: Tonight you should focus on your opponent Splinter.

Hunt: Who in the hell is that?

Tedison: Splinter? The new comer?

Hunt: Isn't that, that dude on the Ninja Turtles...you know the old rat that gets his ass kicked all the time.

Tedison: Well yes, but this is a different Splinter.

Hunt: So basically this little cock takes his name after something that gets under your skin, barely causes any pain except to little school girls.

Tedison: Technically, that's what it means....

Hunt: Right, this Splinter can easily be removed by a pair of tweezers..and these (does fingers quotes) tweezers are metaphors of Jason Hunt. So to sum it all up Jason Hunt can easily kick Splinters ass without breaking a sweat.

Tedison: Uh...nice metaphor Jason...

Hunt: Thanks Tedster...now Splinter I feel sort of bad.

Tedison: About what?!?!?

Hunt: That he is never going to get past the first round because I can easily crush him.

Tedison: We'll have to wait and see Jason...things can happen.

Hunt: Fuck you Ted, i'm Jason Hunt, "The Fastest Rising Superstar Ever!" and I kicked Davey K's ass at House Of Pain...now tell me who can stop me? No one!

Jason walks off as the camera fades...


Stanyer: Jason Hunt with some poignant statements there. Especially regarding Homicide. He and Hunt are in the same half of the draw, and nobody would bet against that being a semi final match.

Dawg: This years tournament is just too close to call, there doesn't seem to be a weak link anywhere in the tournament.

Stanyer: That's what makes this tournament so special. And the prize is a shot at the World Title. It don't get no bigger than that.


The camera cuts to the dojo again. Heelmaster is training with Axe. A third guy is there and is the training dummy for both other men. Axe is showing Heelmaster some close grapple techniques. He stunningly performs a back flip and wraps his arm around the training guy's waist. He follows by hitting a high angle German suplex. The training guy lies on the ground for a moment, but is soon helped up by Axe.

Axe: You see, one thing about this style is the surprise you must present to your opponent. Predictability is a downfall that many suffer. You must always be on the defensive. This is something that will be hard for you. I've watched some of your matches.

The master walks to the training area.

Master: Always on the offensive, you are. To become a winner, defense, you must learn.

Heelmaster is just sitting on the ground, watching. Days have passed since he appeared at the training dojo. And the time he needs to return to the PWF ring is growing nearer.

Axe: Heelmaster, you will now face little Timmy here. We found him as a child in the fields of Nicaragua. He was alone, wandering fields of cocaine. He had the heart of a fighter when I tried to take him to safety. That is why he is now with us.

HeelMaster: Right... and I care because?

Master: You care, because it is in your best interest to care. If you know the history of your opponent, you will be able to predict their actions. History tells us a lot. From knowing your history, I know you will instantly attack my arm, or attempt to. I will know that I must defend my arm. Go, try to take down Timmy.

Heelmaster steps up to Timmy. The two grapple. Heelmaster mimicks what he just saw Axe do. Timmy, however, drops to his butt when Heelmaster hits the back grapple. He then rolls Heelmaster up into a pin. Heelmaster breaks out by hooking Timmy's arm with his legs and flipping him into a Code Red armbreaker. Timmy starts tapping as Axe and the Master look on impressed.

Axe: That move wasn't too bad there. What do you call it?

HeelMaster: Code Red... cause when I get that on, it's seconds from being over.

The Master chuckles at Heelmaster's cockiness.

Master: There is much for you to learn...

HeelMaster: Yeah, well, I'm cutting it short right now. I gotta match and if I don't show up, I'm gone.

Master: Leaving your training is unwise.

HeelMaster: I don't give a shit. I ain't losing my job for this.

Axe: But you're starting to learn so much.

HeelMaster: I'll be back to finish my training. I'm just not giving up my spot in the Last Man Standing tournament for anyone or anything.

Master: Well, if you have to go, then go.

HeelMaster: I'll be back Monday morning.

Master: We will see...

Heelmaster walks off and the camera follows him.

HeelMaster: So, I got Loki, right?

The camera nods

HeelMaster: Well, you send a message ahead. You make sure that Loki knows that he's going to be the first of many to fall to my training. I'm the Heelmaster, and I'm going to destroy all how lay in my path. My path to the top. I will be the Last Man Standing... Loki, you're just the first victim.

Heelmaster wipes his mouth with a towel.

HeelMaster: Because like it or not.... Heels never lose.

Heelmaster pops his sunglasses on and walks out of the dojo, going to the arena.


We see Loki standing in the PWF promo area next to Anthony Frost who's carrying a mic. Loki is looking dressed to kill, or cause seizures and frothing at the mouth at least. His braided hair is hanging off his head at all directions. He's sporting his regular ring attire along with a pair of 3-D shades, a novelty bouteniere, and the PWF Lightweight title is about his waist with confetti and streamers hanging from it. That's right kiddies! It's interview time!

Frost: First of all, Loki, congratulations on winning the PWF Lightweight title at House of Pain. You and Law Hiyabusa made an impressive showing, that night.

Loki: Well thankee Frosty! Sure feels great to have some gold about me waist again. But ya know, I've been hearin' some not so good things in back. Kinda disheartening don'tcha know. Seems the general concensus is that I won't make for a good champeen! Welly welly well well well, I got a bit of a surprise for these nay-sayers, cuz in the coming weeks, I'm gonna defend my title an' I'm gonna do a darn fine job of doin' so. Now, as for Law, seems he's leadin' this little bring-down briggade against me. Well, "Mistah Hi-Busah", I got some new for ya. I ain't done with you yet! Yes indeedy doody! My bag of tricks is far from empty, an' you an' I are gonna share in a few more little games before all is said and done.

Frost: Interesting words. Now as for your match tonight, you must face the PWF's former Extreme Champion in Heelmaster for the Last Man Standing Tournament. Any thoughts?

Loki: Hoo boy, lemme tell ya, that boy is one crazy son of a beef sandwich. But, if beating him puts me on the road to joining the ranks of main eventers, then a God of Mischief's gotta do what a God of Mischief's gotta do.

Frost: Well, thank you for your-

Loki: Woahwoahwoahwoahwoahwoahwoah! That's it? Show's over? Ya know, the only reason I'm talkin' to you is cuz Hammy ain't here, right?

Frost: Uh, we-

Loki: Frosty, you an' I are gonna do some bonding.

Loki leans toward Anthony Frost, practically stuffing the bouteniere in his face.

Loki: Go on, smell it, you know you wanna!

Frost backs away from the very suspicious flower, and the more suspicious length of tubing running from the bottom of it. Loki takes a step toward Frost.

Loki: Come on, it's just a flower!

Frost starts backing away again.

Loki: (in an uncharacteristically loud scream) Just do it!!!!

Frost, realizing he's not going to escape, cautiously leans forward to accept his fate. He inches closer and closer until he's but centimeters from the novelty flower. Suddenly, Loki grabs Frost by the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, hockey-style. Loki steps out of view of the camera, while Anthony Frost flails about blindly. From off camera, a wave of water splashes Frost with enough force to knock him over. The camera looks over to catch a grinning Loki, holding an empty bucket in the douse position. Loki breaks into spurts of laughter before tossing the bucket and skipping down the hall. Anthony Frost has disentangled himself from his sopping shirt and is sporting the "why me" look, found rather commonplace amidst the PWF interviewing staff


Stanyer: It seems like Heelmaster is in training for some reason.

Dawg: I believe it is because of his loss to King Volcano. He knows that he must improve himself if he is to reverse the situation in a rematch.

Stanyer: Well the "Master" is right, Heelmaster is usually too offensive. Defense and Counters are not exactly his speciality.

Dawg: No, but soon, they will be.

Stanyer: Well, we will see how he does tonight against the Light-weight champion, Loki. This is once again, a Last Man Standing Tournament match.




Credit: Bud King


BOOM BOOM! "Oh! Rock me Amadeus!". "Mope" by The Bloodhound Gang thumps over the house system and the fans begin cheering. While the track loops, Loki slinks out onto the stage with a broad mischievious grin across his features. Loki stops in the center of the stage to take in the fan reaction. As the track loops for the last time, Loki points with both hands to the right of the stage, to the left, and then straight toward the ring. Just as the lyrics start, Loki breaks into a goofy gyrating dance, getting a louder pop from the crowd. Loki stops, laughs, and head toward the ring.

James: Introducing from Asbury Park, New Jersey, weighing 225lbs, "The God of Mischief". Loki

"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. Crowd boos loudly


Report: The bell rings and Loki charges Heelmaster. Loki is meet with a hard right hand to the face. Loki stumbles back but before he can recover he is leveled with a hard clothesline from Heelmaster. Heelmaster picks Loki up and whips him to the ropes and goes for a back body drop but Loki rolls over his back and connects with a drop kick to the back of his knee. Loki quickly pounces on Heelmaster's knee relentlessly kicking it.

Stanyer: Looks like Loki is taking a page out of Heelmaster's book, and trying to work over a body part.

Dawg: Except Loki hasn't got Heelmaster's ruthlessness. Even if Loki is in fact a complete psycho.

Loki turns to the crowd as Heelmaster pulls himself to his feet. As Loki turns around Heelmaster mounts an offense with several vicious right hands, but is quickly ended with a swift kick to the knee. Loki bends down to him up, Heelmaster sneaks in an eye gouge and nails a hard right hand to Loki's family jewels. Loki hunches over as Heelmaster gets to his feet and delivers a DDT. Heelmaster grabs Loki's arm and begins driving his good knee into his shoulder. Heelmaster picks Loki up and whips him to the ropes but reverses it himself and sends Loki flying to the arena floor.

Dawg: See how nice Heelmaster is to his fans? He brings the fight right up close to them.

Stanyer: I didn't know Heelmaster had any fans.

Heelmaster follows suit and grabs Loki by the hair and begins pounding his head into the guardrail. Heelmaster props Loki up on the guardrail by his arm and pulls out a wrench from under the ring. Heelmaster drives the wrench into Loki's shoulder causing him to roll around on the ground screaming in pain.

Stanyer: What the hell? That's a disqualification!!! Surely???

Dawg: I didn't see anything wrong, obviously neither did Referee Duane Dibley.

Stanyer: With a name like that, I suppose I should expect him to be a complete idiot.

Loki gets up and runs away from Heelmaster clutching his shoulder, Heelmaster gives chase, but Loki slides into the ring and kicks Heelmaster in the back of the head as he slides into the ring. Loki lifts him up and hits a snap suplex. Loki walks over to the turnbuckle and unties the top pad. He then whips Heelmaster into the corner causing him to crash chest first into the steel screw. Heelmaster falls to his back gasping for air, and accidentally knocks the referee over and through the ropes to the floor. Loki calls for the Last Laugh and picks Heelmaster up and kicks him in the gut and bounces off the ropes. Law Hiyabusa leaps the guardrail to a huge pop from the crowd and grabs Loki by the ankle.

Stanyer: It's Law Hiyabusa!!!! Payback time for Loki.

Dawg: What? He didn't do anything wrong!!!

Law begins nailing rights and lefts to Loki's face, Loki duck Law's last right hand sending it crashing it into the ring post. Loki runs up the ring steps and climbs to the top but before he can turn around Law pulls his leg out from under him causing him to stradle the top turnbuckle. Before Law can continue Heelmaster has run up the ropes grabbed Loki's injured arm and flipped him over and locked in the Ultimate Heat. Loki screams in pain as Heelmaster wrenches back on his arm and Law Hiyabusa stands by with a smile on his face.

Stanyer: Law is most definitely enjoying watching Loki have his arm ripped to shreds by Heelmaster, and he probably deserves it.

Dawg: There will be payback for this, I promise you.

Loki's screams become louder suddenly a loud pop is heard and Loki begins tapping frantically, Duane Dibley is coming around and he sees Loki tapping out and calls for the bell and Heelmaster to release the hold and he does so after another minute plus. Heelmaster gets up and spits on Loki before limping to the back.

Stanyer: I think Loki is going to need a few ice packs after that one, Heelmaster did a good job on that shoulder of his.

Dawg: I'm happy with Heelmaster winning, but not the way he won. Law made a big mistake tonight.

Stanyer: We'll see.




We see Barry and Leroy backstage.

Leroy: ...and so, apparently, it bit him!

Barry: An eel? On a bus? No way!

Leroy: Yes way, Barry! It really happened.

Barry: Freaky!

Sue Plex walks in.

Sue: Argh! Where have you guys been?

Barry: Here.

Sue: So are you ready for your match?

Leroy: What match?

Sue: Exactly!

Barry: huh?

Leroy: huh?

Sue: I mean, why don't you have a match tonight? You let people walk all over you.

Barry: Hey!

Leroy: like whom?

Sue: Like the Russians! They totally screwed you out of your chance to be the PWF Tag team Champions. Don't you remember?

Leroy: Well...

Barry: Let's see... we had a match to see who the No. 1 contenders were...

Leroy: With the Russians...

Barry: And...

Leroy: And...

Barry: Hey! Wait a minute! They cheated!

Leroy: Those Russian bastards!

Sue: You guys really need to stop getting hit in the head.

Barry: We'll be the judges of that.

Leroy: OK, listen up. Bowowski and Cosmonaught Joe, we want a title shot. Tonight.

Barry: Right here in...

Sue: (cutting in) East Rutherford, New Jersey!

Cheap Pop

Barry glares at Sue.

Sue: I love that!

Barry: Hmph! You cheating Ruskies are gonna be brutalised!

Leroy: And when you look up at us from the canvas, as we hold that gold high in the air, you... will... call... me...

Deep Breath

Leroy: (with crowd) BBBBBRRRRRUUUUUCCCCCEEEEESSKKII!!!!

Sue: And there is nothing you can do about it.

Fade out


The scene opens with someone sitting with their back to the camera, Jason Hunts comments about Splinter playing on the TV screen, the person is wearing full on gWo kit, the person spins round on their chair and its Splinter!

Splinter: Easily crushed eh? Barely even hurts? You'll see Hunt. You see I thought 'Maybe Hunts an exception, maybe the gWo aren't that bad' but I was mistaken... You truly do ALL suck! Now that may come as a surprise to you Mr. Hunt but I'm afraid Splinter, thats me, is gonna put a large dent in your shiny armoured plan for a meteoric rise to the top! Thats right a god dman HARDCORE CHAIR SWINGING DENT! Now this is what I think of you gWo scum...

Splinter rips off the shirt and takes off the cap, he puts them in a bin. He lights a match and throws it in, setting the gWo kit on fire

Splinter: Do you understand Hunt? Good... Thats right! Splinter, thats me, is make you crash and burn... HARDCORE CHAIRS SWINGING STYLE! Hunt, you've pissed me off. But I've got my own special way of showing it, don't worry... You'll beleive me when I unleash the holocaust upon you, beating your ass straight out of here and into Nowheresville! I'll see you in the ring!

Camera fades with Splinter laughing as the gWo kit burns


Dawg: Splinter has just made the biggest mistake of his life. You just don't mess with the gWo, and expect to get away with it.

Stanyer: Well so far, Splinter has yet to lose on Havoc, could he continue this streak and pull off a spectacular upset over Jason Hunt?

Dawg: Only in a dream world, only in a dream world.





The lights are turned off and red laser lights flash through out the arena and then pyro goes off on the stage and "Awnaw" by Nappy Roots(ft POD) 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.

"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: Hunt and Splinter circle each other, the bell rings and they tie up in the centre of the ring. Hunt snaps Splinter into a tight headlock, but Splinter pushes him off into the ropes, Hunt comes off and is sent high into the air with a Back Body Drop. As soon as Hunt bounces up, Splinter connects with a gut kick and backs it up with two hard right hands which send Hunt staggering into the corner. Splinter scores with a couple of shoulder thrusts and then sends Hunt to the opposite corner. Splinter charges in with a splash, but Hunt moves out of the way and Splinter hits the top pad face first. He turns around to face Hunt but takes a straight right hand to the jaw. Hunt then scores with two stiff knife edge chops and then pulls Splinter out of the corner and sends him to the ropes and then knocks him down with a perfect Flipping Dropkick. Hunt makes sure the fans know just how perfect that dropkick was, and gets a chorus of boos for his trouble. Hunt then covers Splinter. ………1 …………2 …………. Splinter kicks out. Hunt pulls Splinter up and then sends him half-way across the ring with a perfect Northern Lights Release Suplex.

Stanyer: Picture perfect execution as always from Jason Hunt, his confidence is sky high after his win over Davey K, but he mustn't become too confident.

Dawg: Why not? He's only facing a newcomer, I mean, come on? Who really cares about these newcomers?

Stanyer: I hate to point out, but Splinter has done pretty damn well since he came in here in the PWF, well enough to earn to earn a spot in the Last Man Standing Tournament.

Dawg: Yeah, and I'm sure he'll put up a great fight in his losing effort against Jason Hunt.

Stanyer: Don't underestimate this kid, he's got a lot of talent, and plenty of enthusiasm, even if he does have an attitude problem, one thing that he and Hunt do have in common.

Dawg: You saying Hunt has an attitude problem? Why don't you try saying it to his face? And after your own face has been rearranged, you might actually look half decent.

Hunt now has Splinter in the corner and keeping him their with some strong knees to the gut. Hunt then sends Splinter hard into the opposite corner. Splinter staggers out and Hunt boots him in the gut and then hooks both arms. He goes for a Double Underhook Suplex, but suddenly Splinter counters and twists Hunt into a Backslide. ……………1 ……………..2 …………….. Hunt just kicks out. Both men are quick to their feet, where Splinter catches Hunt in the gut and then hits the Holocaust DDT (Double Arm DDT). Splinter then quickly drags Hunt over to the corner and climbs up to the top rope. Splinter then goes for the Reality Rift Splash, but Hunt is too aware and rolls out of the way. Splinter crashes into the canvas and bounces up to his feet and staggers around. Jason Hunt is already waiting on the 2nd turnbuckle, he pulls Splinter towards him and then hooks his head and plants him with a perfect Tornado DDT. Hunt hooks the leg. …………..1 ……………2 …………….. Splinter just gets his shoulder up. Splinter staggers up to his feet. Hunt lifts him onto his shoulder and then carries him over to the corner where he dumps him on the top turnbuckle. Hunt then climbs up and then he delivers The Hunter (Frankensteiner). The same move he ended his match with Davey K with. Hunt makes a cover. …………..1 ………………2 ……………… Splinter again just gets his shoulder up.

Stanyer: Splinter showing a lot of resilience under the pressure of fighting someone of the stature of Jason Hunt.

Dawg: Sometimes just your presence can put enough doubt in your opponents mind, so much that they usually end up costing themselves the match.

Stanyer: Well I'd say that at the moment, Splinter is just trying to survive until his chance comes, and then he will pounce.

Dawg: The problem is, Hunt won't let him have a chance.

Stanyer: You should know better, never write off ANYONE.

Hunt pulls Splinter up to his feet and nails him with two hard right hand, he hits another as he sends him into the ropes. Hunt goes for the Down Syndrome (Tilt a Whirl Driver), but Splinter somehow escapes and lands on his feet. Hunt goes for a clothesline, but Splinter ducks it and then rolls Hunt up for a School Boy Pin. …………1 ……………2 …………… Hunt kicks out. Splinter quickly rolls up to his feet and waits in the corner. Hunt seems to be momentarily stunned by Splinter's sudden resurgance. Hunt turns around and Splinter connects with the ICBM (Spear). Splinter then quickly springs to the top rope. He then connects perfectly with the Reality Rift Splash (450 Splash). The crowd, desperate just to see Hunt lose are now suddenly behind Splinter. ………….1 …………….2 ……………….. oohs and aahs as Hunt just gets his shoulder up. Splinter begins to pull Hunt up, but he takes his eyes off him for a split second and Hunt capitalises with a Low Blow. Before the referee realises what happened, Hunt quickly hooks Splinter up and hits the DownSizer (Mu-Ken). ……………1 …………….2 ………………3!!!!!

Dawg: Hunt advances to the last 8, just as I predicted.

Stanyer: He needed a cheap low blow to pull it off though.

Dawg: Who care's how you win? as long as you win.

Stanyer: That's tru…. What the hell is Hunt doing now? He's won the match, leave him alone!!

Dawg: This is what makes the gWo special, they don't care how long you've been here, new or old, they destroy the competition.

Hunt has a Steel Chair and is seemingly waiting for Splinter to get up, as soon as he is standing, Hunt throws the chair at him, Splinter easily catches it, but that was Hunt's intention, as he then connects with the Equalizer (Spin Kick into Chair). Splinter is left KO'd on the mat, and with a small cut above his right eye for his troubles. Hunt leaves him with a bit of trash talk and then leaves the ring and heads up the ramp.

Stanyer: There was absolutely no need for that, and you know it.

Dawg: No, but Hunt made his point didn't he.


The cameras cut to backstage where Ted Tedison is standing a few feet away from Silas Parish. Even before either man can speak, its apparent that Parish wants Tedison to stay as far away from him as possible.

Tedison: Silas Parish, the viewing public would like to hear your thoughts on...

Parish: Sandstorm?

Tedison: No, Homicide.

Parish: Screw Homicide. He's never beat me, and he never will. Both times I faced him in the squared circle, he came up a bit... short. I took his title and his dignity. Rumor has it, I corrupted his sanity as well. Feeble wrestlers have feeble minds. I AM going to be the Last Man Standing. Count on it Tedison. In fact, put money on it.

Tedison rolls his eyes when he thinks Silas isn't looking. But, Silas does see it. He gets right in Tedison's face.

Parish: Don't you ever roll your eyes in my presense you insigificant turd.

Tedison: Yeah, sure.

Parish: Now, as I was saying. Homicide is nothing. What I'm focusing on, is my rematch with Sandstorm. And I WILL have a rematch. It's my right as the FORMER champion. So, Sandworm, if my some miracle that I don't advance in the tourney I want your ass in the ring at Last Man Standing. We already know YOU won't advance, thats a forgone conclusion. You don't have what it takes. Pure and simple. But, for arguements sake, if you do make it through the tourney, I'll take your ass out the next available day. Sound like a deal? Huh... champ!?

Tedison: Strong words from...

Parish: Get out of here Tedison, before I forget my manners and kick the living crap outta you like I really, really want to.

Tedison turns and walks rather briskly away.


A large fist knocks on a door, which, when zoomed into proportion, turns out to be the fist of Johnny Mayhem. The door, however, belongs to one of the tournament favorites, the biggest men in wrestling, and by far, one of the most dangerous. He lacks both mercy and control, yet lopsidedly makes up for it in determination and overall talent. Who is this man? He is revealed as he steps out of his locker room, brushing his dark, stringy bangs back, and his deep brown eyes stare directly into camera, then to Mayhem. In a midnight blue pair of tights - bearing two silver logos with the outline of black spanning each leg - Homicide makes the finals steps toward Mayhem before the questions begin.

Mayhem: "Tonight, Homicide, you refresh a longtime feud - if only for one night - with Silas Parish. What are your thoughts as you head into battle?"

Homicide: "What are my thoughts? Why would they change? It's just another night, another fight, and another name to finally be added to my long list of Massacres.. Nothing more.."

Mayhem's body language is a tad off-guard by the reply, as his jaw is hanging about floor level and eyes widened, almost popping out.

Mayhem: "Huh? W-wait.. You mean that you wont go into this match a little more hesitant? A little more.."

Homicide: "..Conscious? No, why should I? All he did was get the best of my ego and control a while back when I was holding the United States Title.. Nothing major, it's not like that title is even HIS anymore.. He lost to Sandstorm! I mean, C'MON.. I buried him in the sand just four Pay Per Views ago.."

Mayhem: "Point taken. But, don't you even consider the huge deficit in Sandstorm now and Sandstorm then? They are so much.."

Homicide: "Does is even matter? I am not facing him tonight, I am facing Parish.. Back when he beat me, he had nothing to lose and EVERYTHING to gain.. Now I also have NOTHING to lose! I have NOTHING to RESTRAIN! Now I can just focus on being me, doing what I damn-well please, and there is NOTHING that Parish can do about it... NOTHING!!!"

Johnny is a bit taken back by the tone and intensity in the voice of His Massacreness.

Mayhem: "He still DID beat you twice, though.."

Homicide: "..So.."

Mayhem: "So that doesn't weight in your mind?"

Homicide: "I don't worry about my failures, Johnny.. I only worry about how I can AVENGE them.. I look ahead, and whatever stands before me plays at MY mercy.. They SURVIVE at MY mercy.."

Mayhem: "So, how do you plan on dealing with Parish, then?

Homicide: "I will do what has to be done."

Mayhem: "What has to be done? Do you mean..?"

Homicide: "No, I am not joining the gWo to win THE GODDAM Title! Don't you remember my little spiel with them? Do ya'? Let's just say that what went down will not easily be forgiven.. On either side.."

Mayhem: "I'd assume that you've heard the words of one, Jason Hunt.. Have you not?

Homicide: "Of course I did.. I'm everywhere.."

Mayhem: "Well.."

Homicide: "You want to know what I think? What I think about him? How I feel about him telling me that I am crap, and such? About how he doubts what I am capable of?"

Dumbfounded, Mayhem replies;

Mayhem: "Yeah.."

Homicide: "I couldn't feel more confident in the fact that come Last man Standing, LIVE!, before a Pay Per View audience, he will be feeling the affects of a REALITY CHECK!! Yes, a reality check.. A time when all he can do is RECOGNIZE and think of what could've been.. Lying in shambles, blood flowing like sweat from his broken frame.. Ah, yes.. It will be an honor to teach another 'rising star' where he truly BELONGS - where his 'fastest ever' crap matters here in the PWF.."

Mayhem: "How are you so sure that you will advance, much less both of you meeting?"

Homicide: "Whether I am fighting for contendership or just fighting for a RECKONING, I will be there at the Pay Per View making noise! I will be there ready to show ALL who BELONGS with the belt around His waist.. Not the 'fastest rising star', not some cocky prankster, not our current 'flavor of the month' champ.. ME! The almighty massacre who will make you all REALIZE!!!"

Mayhem: "Hom.."

Homicide cuts him off with a finger covering Johnny's lips. Mayhem hushes, and His Massacreness begins to swagger off.

Homicide: "Adios, Mayhem.. I have a lamb to go sacrifice.."

Mayhem: "What?

Homicide: "Parish.."

With Johnny Mayhem still entertaining the final words of the Massacre, the camera fades to static.


Stanyer: I don't think I need to say much more about this one. They've already said it for me.

Dawg: They should have made this a no DQ contest, as there is no way the ring will hold these two.

Stanyer: For once, you are right. These two are going to take each other to pieces…..

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 paces around the ring and takes his place at the announcers table.

Dawg: Uh…. Hello.

Stanyer: Welcome Sandstorm, and congratulations on winning the US title.

Sandstorm: Thanks Jay, I've worked long and hard to get this far, and I ain't planning on stopping now. The only way is up. I've won my match in the tournament. Now I'm here to scout out some of my competition.

Dawg: So the fact that the man you beat for the US title, Silas Parish, is here has no bearing on the fact you chose this match?

Sandstorm: Of course not, I had to change back into my normal clothes, get some refreshment, chat to the boys, all this takes time. Now I'm out here on a scouting mission.

Stanyer: Well, anyway, we are about to get under way.




Credit: Sabre


"Come out and Play" by The Offspring begins to play increasingly loud through the arena speakers, heralding the arrival of "Pitbull" Silas Parish. Several scenes of a pitbull on a chain, barking and straining to get loose, play on the TitanTron as the words SILAS PARISH slowly appear across the middle of the screen. Suddenly, a series of pyrotechnic explosions erupt down the right side of the ramp and back up the left side as Silas steps through the backstage curtain and into view. He pauses at the top of the ramp, his eyes locked on his opponent in the ring. He cracks his knuckles and makes sure the tape around his hands is tight, his gaze still locked on the ring. Then he begins to stalk forward. About halfway down the ramp he breaks into a run and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, quickly getting to his feet well before the bell rings.

 James: Introducing from Vancouver, Canada, Silas Parish. Crowd Boos loudly

The arena blackens and the opening cords of "Debonair" by Dope are guitarred, breaking the silence of the crowd. On the UltraTron, a scene of mass destruction appears with three distant objects violently stampeding toward screen. They loop out of view, then consecutively RECOGNIZE.. OR.. REALIZE stamp the screen in dripping blood words, making them appear to shatter through glass when they collide with it, keying silver explosions (representing the glass) to reach the rafters from the stage with each of the 3! The music is now at full intensity and the arena lights begin to flicker in a red fiasco. The crowd is going wild and then explodes into a huge pop when the curtain moves aside and His Massacreness steps out on the stage and swaggers down to ringside, occasionally hi-fiving a fan along the way. He climbs up on the apron on the outside and poses (like Ken Shamrock) revealing his buff physique, then appearing to snap and his inner-aggression overtakes him while he is being introduced..

 James: "Making his way to the ring, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, and weighing in at 292 pounds; He is "The REAL Boston Massacre" ... HOMICIDE!!!"Crowd Cheers


Stanyer: 'Both of these workers are waiting for their moment in the sun... like Homicide said, they have everything to gain and nothing to lose.'

Sandstorm: 'Gotta agree there, This tournament is gonna be good, especially now I am in the Quarter Finals, and soon to be semi finals.'

Report: Homicide and Silas walk around the ring staring each other down and as the bell rings to start the match, they approach each other, talking smack with only inches seperating them. Silas suddenly slaps Homicide across the chops, and the crowd reacts with excitment as Homicide stares at Parish angrily. The crowd then breaks into more cheers as both wrestlers start pummeling each others with right hands.

Stanyer: 'Silas letting Homicide know that he isn't intimidated with that huge slap across the face!'

Dawg: 'Probably not a smart choice. Homicide's been on fire recently, just coming back from a big, violent win over Solo.'

Sandstorm: And of course, Parish is coming off the back off a major loss, to yours truly.

Eventually the fan favourite Homicide, begins to get the upper hand, forcing Silas into a turnbuckle with a series of strong precision strikes. Homicide applies the boots as the ref tries to break up the duo. Homicide then Irish whips Silas into the opposite corner before running in for an elbow strike, however Silas rebounds from the corner connecting with a hard clothesline to the Massacre. Homicide hits the mat hard and Silas starts stomping away at the midsection before grabbing Homicide's throat in a blatant choke. The ref spots the illegal move and breaks up the two, as Silas rushes in for a pinfall attempt. Homicide shoots a shoulder up just after the one count.

Stanyer: It'll take more from Silas to keep a raging bull like Homicide down for the three.

Silas picks Homicide up by the hair and hits a haymaker to stun his opponent before attempting to hit his finisher, the "Downfall". Homicide quickly scouts the move and reverses it into a DDT before jumping on the downed Silas with a customised camel clutch takedown, wrapping one arm around Parish's head in a submission style move while beating into the midsection with his free hand. Silas squirms and is able to break away from the move, writing away towards the ropes as Homicide advances again.

Dawg: 'That move Homicide used has gotta be illegal. This referee is really overlooking the DQ rule.'

Sandstorm: Oh I don't know, looked fine to me.

Stanyer: 'Silas showing some real intelligence too, by retreating to the ropes. He can't get pinned or submit as long as he's camped there.

Homicide gets some select stomps in at the downed Silas who escapes by rolling under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Homicide looks set to follow but gets caught by Silas who grabs his boots and drags his opponent out with him. Homicide is slightly stunned which gives Parish an opportunity to Irish whip him into the steel stairs, but Homicide reverses the move and Parish ends up being the one feeling the cold hard metal getting smashed across his back. Homicide grabs Silas by the hair as the crowd reels and sends him to the commentators table before throwing Parish's head against the desk.

Dawg: 'Get outta here ya big bully! Whatever happened to rasslin?!

Sandstorm: Who cares? Homicide can break Parish's head on the table for all I care.

Homicide tries to break the table with Silas' head (or vice versa, whichever comes first.) But a quick elbow shot finds Homicide on the recieving end of a wooden face plant. Silas goes around the table to grab a metal folding chair while exchanging some heated words to Sandstorm who gets up from his chair. The commentators plead with Sandstorm to sit back down as Silas attention goes from Homicide to the team behind the bench. The mistake proves costly to Parish as Homicide charges in, hitting a boot to the midsection before taking the chair and offloading it onto Parish's back. Silas reels as Homicide continues beating away before finally throwing the chair away with a final shot to the head. Homicide rolls Silas back into the ring before sliding in after him.

Stanyer: 'Homicide showing us his violent side once again, which has certainly picked up after the House of Pain match.'

Dawg: 'He seems to be able to turn it on and off like a light switch. You doin' okay Inmate?'

Sandstorm: 'Eh. I've been through way too much violence myself to be worried about two drama queens like Homicide and Silas. I got enough scars from that Japanese Death Match. What a wonderful idea that was.

Homicide takes the match up a rung by grabbing Silas across the waist and hitting a massive belly to back suplex which takes Silas back onto the mat. Parish seems to be out of energy now as blood begins to rain down from a nasty gash along his forehead. Homicide continues the assault with a series of right hands followed by an Irish whip to the ropes and a monsterous spinebuster to Silas on the rebound. Parish throws a desperation right hand but Homicide easily dodges the attempt and locks in with his trademark move, the Cell Splitter (Fire Thunder Driver) which leaves Silas unmoving on the canvas. Homicide makes the pinfall... 1.... 2.... Miraculously Silas shoots a hand up.

Stanyer: 'Woah! I thought that was it!'

Dawg: 'That's damn close, but I think the scale has been tipped too far for Silas.'

Sandstorm: 'Damn right it has.'

Homicide looks a little shocked but nevertheless picks up Silas and attempts to hit the 'Intentional Homicide' (Body Press to Front Slam) but Silas reverses the move with a well placed low blow which goes unnoticed by the ref and performs a picture perfect reverse DDT, taking the wind out of both superstars who now lie motionless on the mat. The ref begins the count... both wrestlers start to stir at the count of eight before slowly hammering each other with right hands once again. Homicide looks to get the advantage but Silas hits an eye poke counter before sending Homicide to the ropes. The crowd groans as Homicide runs straight into the ref, knocking him out of the ball park. The 101 proof wrestler spins around an takes Silas to the ropes, looking for a clothesline on the rebound. Silas has the same idea, and both men go down with a double clothesline. All three men lie motionless in the ring.

Sandstorm: 'Well Dawg, Stanyer, it was nice to chat and all, but I think it's time I go out and do what I've been planning since I walked down here.'

Stanyer: 'Wait Sandstorm! Where are you going?!'

Dawg: 'Sandstorm's taking a chair and moving into the ring... this looks interesting.'

Sandstorm slides in with the chair, looking at both men in the ring. The crowd yell vehemently as the man walks over to Silas, then to Homicide. He lifts the chair over his head, aiming at the Boston Massacre... then spins around and nails Silas straight across the midsection. Despite Parish's heel status, fans boo loudly as Sandstorm ruins the match, hammering chair shot after chair shot into Parish before dragging Homicide onto the body...

Stanyer: 'Ring the damn bell already!'

Sandstorm leaves the ring just as the ref starts to stir and make a slow count... 1.... 2.... 3!!!

James: 'The winner of the match and Last Man Standing qualifier... Homicide!!!'

Homicide looks around a little dazed as the ref raises his hand in victory. Most fans cheer loudly for the winner, but some boo the interference by Sandstorm. Homicide watches the replay on the 'tron before shaking his head in disgust as he exits the ring.

Stanyer: 'Homicide moving up the tournament ladder, but he doesn't look happy with what just went down.'

Dawg: 'Methinks Silas will be a little angrier than Homicide... that match was his until the chair shot.'

Stanyer: 'I wouldn't go that far, but I think business has definatley picked up for Silas and Sandstorm.'

Dawg: I think Homicide might want a few words with Sandstorm as well.




The arena lights dim and "Her Ghost in the Fog" by Cradle of Filth begisn to play throughout the arena. Bloodbath walks through the curtain and heads towards the ring. He never once looks up at the crowd. He just keeps his eyes on the ring. When he gets into the ring, he grabs a microphone from the ring announcer.

Bloodbath: "I am going to cut right to the point. I am out here for one reason and one reason only. Matt Van Dam, at House of Pain, you defeated me in my own type of match. You took the PWF World Title home with you as a result. Let's face it, it just wasn't my night. But, the same thing will not happen twice in a row. I was having an off night at House of Pain. Next time, I won't. You see, there is a little stipulation with losing the World Title. It states that I get a rematch with you for the gold."

Bloodbath pauses for a moment as he appears to be thinking about something.

Bloodbath: "But, I am not going to come out here and demand a title shot tonight or anything like that. I am just here to say that, Van Dam, your days as World Champion are numbered because I will get the rematch for the title that I rightfully deserve. You can bet your ass on that!"

Bloodbath drops the microphone and heads back towards the locker room.

Stanyer: Well, Bloodbath is right you know, he IS entitled to a rematch.

Dawg: So give him one, and he'll get his ass kicked one more time.

Stanyer: MVD has to beat Davey K first.

Dawg: That's a piece of cake.


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 the NEW PWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, WOWBOWSKI AND COSSAK JOE - THE RUSSIAN!!!!

Wowbowski and Cossak walk around in the ring as the crowd continues to jeer them. Cossak climbs a turnbuckle and holds his belt in the air, turning the crowd into an even larger sea of Boos. Wowbowski grabs a microphone from a ring attendant and stands awaitng the fans to calm down bit. Cossak too grabs a mic and as the crowd simmers, Wowbowski raises it to his mouth

Wowbowski: Zatknis! Pathetic americanski's. Pay vrespect for ze Tag Team Champski's

Crowd boos loudly

Wowbowski: Now, vhy ve are out here. Team Brutal Force.

Cossak: Or Team Brutal, as ve call them.

Wowbowski: Vas that joke Cossak?

Cossak: Ya ne znau.

Wowbowski shakes his head at Cossak and continues

Wowbowski: Vell, ve come out here to how you say, accept challenge, you see, Ve be the champski's, ve do vhat ve vant vhen ve vant. And Team Brutal Force, ve vant to to crush skull tonight, your skull.

Cossak: Da.

Wowbowski: As for your little muddack voman there. Nyet, ve no screw over you, Ve are Vrussians, ve be best team in PWF, ve be part of gWo, Ve be only dual tag team champski's. So, ve vill make rules vhich ve like, ve vill fight how ve like, and ve vill vin, evertime.

Cossak: Vell, are you comingk down here, or do ve vait any longer?

"Mama Said Knock You Out" hits. Leroy and Barry emerge from the back. Leroy bows to the crowd, but Barry keeps on walking towards the ring, oblivious to everything else. Leroy hurrys to catch up with Barry, and trys to get his partner to dance to the music. Barry ignores him, doing a little shadow boxing, and never taking his eyes off of the ring. Barry climbs into the ring and slumps down in Brutal Forces corner. Leroy flips in and starts doing a matial arts/dance demonstration in the centre of the ring. Barry just sits there, staring directly at The Russians.





Report: The two big men, Cossak Joe for the Russians, and Barry Burton for Brutal Force, start out the match. They tie up and push each other aggressively. Barry breaks free from the tieup and then UFC style body tackles Cossak to the ground and then begins pounding his face with punches, he then uses his other hand to hit stiff punches to the kidneys, Cossak manages to shove Barry off him and get to his feet. Barry scores with a couple of stiff rights knocking him into the TBF corner. He tags in his partner, Leroy, and the two then send Cossak into the ropes and then drill him into the mat with a Flapjack. Leroy makes a cover. ……………1 ……….. Wowbowski breaks up the pinfall attempt. Leroy pulls Cossak up, but he slides behind him and then hits a Back Drop. Cossak quickly gets in a tag to Wowbowski. He catches Leroy on his way to his feet and drills him with a stiff right hand. Wowbowski then hits a high Suplex on Leroy. Wowbowski pulls Leroy up and throws him into the corner. He drills him with two hard right hands and then follows it up with a succession of strong Shoulder Blocks. Wowbowski then pulls Leroy out and sends him to the ropes before planting him with a Side Slam. Wowbowski hooks the leg. …………1 …………..2 …………. Leroy kicks out. Wowbowski pulls Leroy up to his feet and holds him in a headlock as he tags in Cossak. The two send Leroy to the ropes and look like they are going to hit a Flapjack, but instead smash Leroy down with a hard Double Spinebuster.

Stanyer: I think the Russians tried to break Leroy in two with that move.

Dawg: Leroy hit the mat so hard he bounced up about 2 feet.

Stanyer: The Russians are one of the longest standing Tag Teams in wrestling, there are few teams who have more experience than they have.

Dawg: And tites, let's not forget, they are not just experienced, but well decorated.

Cossak makes the cover ………….1 …………2 …………… Barry breaks it up. Cossak manhandles Leroy to his feet and then drills him with a violent Russian Hook Punch to the gut. Leroy is left on his knees clutching his gut. Cossak then drags Leroy up by his gut and then hits a Gordbuster. Leroy begins to stagger to his feet. Cossak goes for a right hand, but Leroy suddenly ducks and then connects with a Back Hook Kick, catching the Russian on the jaw. Leroy connects with a Spinning Heel Kick, which sends Cossak staggering into the ropes. Leroy goes for a Spinning Wheel Kick, but Cossak plucks him out of mid-air and then drills him into the mat with a Cliching Powerbomb. Cossak covers. ……………1 ……………..2 ……………… Barry breaks up the count. As Barry is leaving the ring, Cossak forearms in the back of the head sending him to the floor. Cossak then pulls Leroy up to his feet and tags in Wowbowski. The two hooks up Leroy and deliver a Double Suplex. Wowbowski covers. …………..1 ……………2 …………….. Leroy just manages to kick out in time. Wowbowski pulls Leroy to his feet and then lifts him up onto the top rope. Wowbowski climbs up and looks set to deliver a Superplex, but Leroy suddenly pushes him off. Wowbowski is quick to his feet, but Leroy flies off and scores with a huge Spinning Wheel Kick. Both men are left out in the middle of the ring.

Stanyer: This is the moment that could decide the fate of the tag titles, both teams need a tag.

Dawg: Decide the fate? The titles are going nowhere, they are staying in the hands of The Russians.

Stanyer: I knew you'd say that, you always say the same things involving the gWo. "They will win", "They will destroy ???" blah blah blah.

Dawg: Well, that's because it's true, they do always win, and they do destroy the competition.

Stanyer: We'll see.

Both men are crawling towards their respective Tag Team Partners. Leroy gets their first, diving to tag in Barry. Wowbowski tags in Cossak a moment later.Barry comes into the ring on the back of a huge cheer from the crowd. He levels Cossak with a stiff right hand. Cossak bounces straight back up, but takes a clothesline from Barry. Wowbowski tries to punch Barry, but he blocks it and then holds him as he hits a stiff Fury Punch. Cossak is up, but Barry hooks him up and delivers a Side Belly to Belly Suplex. Barry covers. ………….1 ……………2 …………….. Wowbowski breaks up the count, but a split second later takes a Leroy Back Brain Kick, sending him through the ropes to the floor. Leroy is already coming off the ropes as Wowbowski gets to his feet, Leroy sails through the air with a Rope Flip crashing down on Wowbowski. Barry takes his time pulling Cossak to his feet. He throws him into the corner and then lays into him with some serious right hands. Barry then begins to hit the Seconds Out combo. He scores with three hard punches. He winds up for the finishing shot as we hear a loud crash from the outside of the ring, it is Leroy crashing into the steel steps. Barry goes for the finishing punch, but Cossak ducks it and Barry staggers straight into a straight right hand from Wowbowski, Barry collapses and Cossak covers. ……………1 ……………..2 …………….3!!!!! The Russians retain their titles.

Stanyer: What the hell? There is no way Wowbowski can knock Barry out in one punch. He's far too tough for that.

Dawg: Well, he just did, didn't you see it.

Stanyer: I studied the footage of their win at the PPV, and I'll tell you what makes Wowbowski's punch so powerful, it's the brass knuckles he puts on his hand just before he delivers it.

Dawg: I didn't see no brass knuckles, I think your just jealous of The Russians success.

Stanyer: I'll get the video tape sent directly to you after the show.

Dawg: I'm pretty sure I won't see anything wrong.

Stanyer: Depends on your definition of "wrong".

Sue Plex is now outside of the ring argueing with the Referee, Wowbowski suddenly cuts in and knocks her out with a brass knuckle shot to the face. There is an enourmous chorus of boos from the crowd as The Russians continue to make their way up the ramp.

Stanyer: Now that was just plain out of order.

Dawg: Personally, I think she got what she deserved.




Cameras cut backstage to Sabre, complaining to himself as the fans boo loudly. Ted Tedison appears on the screen, mic in hand, and stops the fighting champion...

Tedison: 'Sabre, all things considered, you shouldn't really be complaining. Matter of fact, the way things are going for yourself and the gWo, you should be on cloud nine.'

Sabre sighs deeply, putting a hand on Tedisons shoulder...

Sabre: 'In a perfect World, my friend, in a perfect World. But being on the bridge of success means that little trolls and knomes and eskimoes and whatever else lives under a bridge are always clawing at you, trying to drag you under. Take Big Poppa for instance. See him on Armaggedon?! He's practically trying to kill my reputation.'

Tedison: 'Well, I'll let you sort that out yourself. What I wanted were your thoughts on the main event pitting your stable mate and World champ Matt Van Dam against 'Superstar' Davey K..'

Sabre: 'Ugh... you catch The Man off guard and get an opportunity to ask ANY question you want... and you want to ask him about a main event match that he isn't even INVOLVED IN?!? I'm crushed, mate. I'm more than crushed... I'm not happy. If Davey K hadn't invaded the gWo celebration and put me to sleep, then perhaps we'd see a much better main event, like 'Sabre versus Ted Tedison' or even 'Sabre, Jason Hunt, MVD and The Russians versus Inmate.'

Tedison: 'I see...'

Sabre: 'No Ted, I don't think you do so let me paint a picture for you... this place needs a serious revamp and I think it'll start to take shape at the Last Man Standing. Now if you don't mind, my bags are packed, I've paid all my dues tonight... and I'm going home. Cheers, Tedski.'

Sabre grins at Ted before moving away down the corridor...

Tedison: 'That was Sabre commenting. Back to the arena.'


Stanyer: Interesting words from Sabre. Obviously he isn't too pleased about not wrestling tonight.

Dawg: It was probably an oversight my MVD, he'll make it up to him, I'm sure.

Stanyer: Well it is now time for our Main Event, the PWF World Title is on the line. This could be a career defining moment for Davey K.

Dawg: Or the end of his career.





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

"Snap your Fingers, Snap your neck" by Prong plays as MVD walks down the aisle, cluching Jennifer Van Dam by the waist, he lets her go, and poses, flexing his arms towards his head (RVD style). The Ultra-Tron bears the gWo logo and then shows clips of MVD striking opponents out with his Kendo Stick and finishing them the 5 star frog splash.

 James: Introducing, from Battlecreek, England, weighing 236lbs, "The Real F'n Show" Matt Van Dam. The crowd boos loudly


Report: MVD and Davey K stare deep into each other eyes. They are no strangers to each other, having feuded on and off for a long, long time. They pace up to each other in the middle of the ring. A few words are exchanged. MVD gets in Davey's face and then does his infamous two thumb taunt. But before he can finish, Davey slaps him hard in the face. MVD comes back with a right hand and then a viscous fist fight ensues. Davey K wins the fist fight and backs MVD up into a corner. He hits a couple of gut kicks and then sends MVD to the opposite corner. He charges in with a clothesline but MVD sidesteps it and Davey hits the turnbuckle hard. MVD has already sprung onto the 2nd rope and jumps backwards catching Davey clean on the jaw with a Back Kick. Davey makes his way to his feet, but MVD intercepts and scores with a series of forearms. He then whips Davey to the ropes and then takes him down with a simple Drop Toe Hold. MVD then comes off the ropes and goes for a Leg Drop to the back of Davey's head, but he rolls out of the way at the last minute. As MVD gets up holding his leg, Davey scores with a stiff martial arts kick to the face. Davey then pulls MVD up and sends him into the ropes before sending him soaring through the air with a Back Body Drop. Davey then squats in the corner, waiting for MVD to get up, and then charges in and levels him with a clothesline. Davey mounts MVD and then pounds his face with precise right hands. Davey then goes for a cover. Senior Referee Mark Johnson makes the count. …………….1 …………….2 …………….. MVD kicks out. Davey pulls MVD up and puts him in the corner. He taps his jaw up and then hits a stiff knife edge chop. MVD stoops over holding his chest. Davey pushes him back up and then hits a 2nd hard chop. MVD again stoops over holding his chest. Davey whips him to the opposite corner and then follows in with a Big Splash.

Stanyer: I seriously hope Davey K beats MVD tonight. I can barely put up with MVD on the show. Him being commissioner has been a living nightmare. Him being commissioner AND World Champion is the equivalent of the ninth level of hell.

Dawg: Well if you think about it, MVD is much worse when he isn't champion, because then he puts in much more effort to make people's lives a misery.

Stanyer: That may perhaps be true, but I'll take my chances.

Dawg: Suit yourself, but don't cry when MVD retains his title with consumate ease.

Davey drags MVD out of the corner and then delivers a DDT. He hooks the leg for a cover. ………….1 …………..2 …………….. MVD kicks out. Davey comes off the ropes and scores with a hard elbow to MVD's chest. MVD starts to roll over, but Davey pulls him back down for a 2nd pinfall attempt. …………..1 ……………2 ……………… MVD kicks out again. Davey pulls MVD up to his feet and scores with a couple of hard right hands. He then sends MVD into the ropes and then levels him with a Muay Thai Roundhouse Kick to the side of MVD's head. MVD begins to stagger to his feet. Davey stops him and delivers a Pulling Piledriver, again he hooks the leg for a cover. …………..1 ……………..2 ……………… MVD just gets his shoulder up. Davey pulls MVD up to his feet and delivers a couple of hard body punches before going behind and hooking him up for a German Suplex, but MVD blocks it and then elbows Davey off him. MVD is still groggy and it allows Davey to come back with a couple of hard right hands. Davey locks on a headlock, but MVD pushes him off into the ropes. MVD then scores with a Spinning Wheel Kick and both men stay down. Mark Johnson begins a ten count, but it is unnecessary as Davey begins to pull himself up. MVD does the same. Both get to their feet at around the same time. Davey scores with a couple of right hands, but MVD catches an attempted kick and then hits a Back Kick Sweep, putting Davey on his back. Davey is quick to his feet, but MVD grabs him around the waist and plants him with The Sexiest Move. (Spinning Belly to Back Suplex). Davey stays down and this allows MVD some time to recover.

Stanyer: MVD doesn't look to great at the moment.

Dawg: I wouldn't worry too much, MVD can take a beating, just like anyone else. He'll recover, and then he'll dish out punishment that is much worse than anything Davey K can manage.

Stanyer: That remains to be seen, MVD is surely still not 100% after that horrific Glass Cage Match against Bloodbath at House of Pain.

Dawg: Remember, that was two weeks ago, and not only that, but Davey K was also in that brutal Cage match with Jason Hunt, he isn't exactly feeling peachy.

Stanyer: Well if he doesn't regain his sense soon, then the whole world will be celebrating.

Dawg: Why's that?

Stanyer: Because if MVD doesn't recover, then Davey K will win the World Title, and the PWF will be saved.

Dawg: If Davey K ever wins the PWF World Title, then this place will fall into ruin. I can guarantee you that.

Stanyer: We shall see.

MVD pulls himself together and pulls Davey K to his feet. Feeling more like himself, he scores with a couple of forearms, he then sends Davey into the corner and then follows in and hits a perfect Monkey Flip. Davey staggers to his feet and MVD comes in with a succession of forearms before whipping Davey K to the ropes and hitting a perfect Hurricanranna. MVD stands over Davey and executes a Backflip Moonsault into a Pin. …………..1 ……………..2 …………….. Davey kicks out. MVD pulls him to his feet and hits a Jumping Back Kick, sending him staggering into the corner. MVD comes in and delivers rapid fire right hands to his face before a stiff kick to his face puts him down on the mat. MVD pulls him away from the corner and then climbs to the 2nd rope. MVD does an arrogant two thumb taunt and then hits the Stinky Leg Drop. He goes for the cover. …………1 …………..2 ……………. Davey gets his shoulder up. MVD sarcastically makes out that this should have been the end of the match, as he hit the destructive "Stinky Leg Drop". MVD pulls Davey up and then hits a perfect Snap Suplex. MVD then uses the turnbuckle to hit a Slingshot Body Splash. He hooks the leg back for a pin. ……………1 ………………2 …………….. Davey just kicks out. MVD pulls Davey up to his feet and then goes behind and plants him with a perfect German Suplex. MVD then takes his time as he climbs the 2nd turnbuckle and does a two thumb taunt shouting "Mu-Ha-Ha". MVD then drops down and stands over Davey K as he begins the Old Man Stink. (Venis Grind and Punch). However Davey uses the only known defence against the Old Man Stink, he punches MVD hard in the groin. MVD yells out in pain before collapsing on the mat.

Dawg: Ouch!! This is just about the ONLY time you wouldn't want to be MVD.

Stanyer: Jennifer Van Dam must be worried, although the rest of the world might breath a little bit easier if they knew MVD couldn't have any children.

Dawg: Oh I can imagine that now, lots of mini-MVD's running around the place.

Stanyer: Just stop right there, I don't even want to contemplate such a thought, I have enough problems with the one that exists now, we do NOT need more of them.

Dawg: You do……

Stanyer: Most definitely not.

Both men begin to make their way to their feet, Davey is a little groggy, and MVD is just in pain. Davey backs off into a corner as MVD finishes getting to his feet. MVD starts to head towards Davey, but he comes out and boots MVD in the gut before hitting the Playaz Push (X-Factor). Davey hooks the leg ……………1 ……………..2 ……………. MVD kicks out. Davey pulls MVD up and nails him with a couple of hard right hands, he then sends him to the ropes and floors him with a straight kick to the jaw. Davey then waits in the corner for MVD to stagger to his feet. Davey charges and goes for the Kashikaze (Clothesline from Hell), but MVD ducks it and Davey floors Referee Mark Johnson instead. Davey stares at the referee holding his head in his hands, which gives MVD time to lock in a Full Nelson and hit a Dragon Suplex, with a bridge!! ………….1 …………….2 ……………… Davey just kicks out. MVD makes his way to his feet and then springs up to the top rope. He then goes for the Five Star Frog Splash, but Davey rolls out of the way and MVD hits nothing but canvas, much to the delight of the crowd. Davey gets to his feet and meets MVD with a boot to the gut and then he sets him up for the Superstar Slam (Pedigree). After a look towards the crowd, he delivers the move to a massive cheer. Davey hooks the leg and the crowd count the 1,2,3, but the referee is still down. Davey goes to check on him. Suddenly boos surround the arena as we see Sabre is down by the timekeepers table. Davey is facing the other way and doesn't know he is there. Sabre picks up MVD's world title. He actually stops to stare at it for a moment, but then he jerks to attention and slides into the ring, Davey hears him entering the ring and turns around, but it is too late, Sabre levels him with a clean shot to the head with the World Title. Sabre shakes MVD and then gets out of the ring. MVD crawls over and drapes and arm over Davey K, much to the dissappointment of the crowd. Mark Johnson is just coming around to make the count. ……………1 ……………….2 ………………..3!!!!

Stanyer: DAMMIT!!! I hate MVD, I hate the gWo, I hate EVERYTHING!!!

Dawg: Well get ready to hate them some more, as this isn't over.

Sabre has slid into the ring and is laying the boots into Davey K. As MVD recovers he joins in and makes it a 2 on 1 attack. Suddenly there is a great cheer as Masta P and The Rookie head out from the entrance and head towards the ring.

Stanyer: Looks like the Playaz Club are here to even up the score.

Dawg: And then some, this is now a totally unfair 3 on 2 attack.

Stanyer: You didn't complain when it was 2 on 1 against Davey K.

Dawg: And your point is?

Masta P and Rookie slide into the ring, Sabre and MVD meet them head on and a violent exchange of punches is made, but Masta P manages to level MVD with the Bling Bling (Test Boot) and Rookie puts Sabre down with the Number 1 Pick. They then go to check on the comrade, Davey K.

Dawg: Here comes the cavalry.

As Dawg speaks, Hunt and The Russians are on their way to the ring. They slide in and jump Masta P and The Rookie, The Playaz Club are now outnumbered 5 to 3, but they are still putting up a tough fight.

Stanyer: Come on, someone has to stop this.

Dawg: Who? Nobody has the balls to stand up to the gWo.

Suddenly "Sellout" by Biohazard starts up, the gWo members stop what they are doing and look towards the entrance way.

Stanyer: Isn't that?

Dawg: What the? Nobody told me about this? I didn't know Gambino was coming back tonight?? But oh well, I guess he is going to make this one a 6 on 3.

Suddenly the music cuts off, nobody has come out of the entrance yet, but the Tron suddenly comes to life. We see a car pulling up into the car park. The number plate simply says "Gambino" on it. The door opens and out steps Gambino. Boos surround the arena, but a number of cheers are heard as well.

Stanyer: Oh my god!! Gambino is back!!!

Dawg: But why? Why pick now??

Stanyer: Who knows? But I think he is coming straight out here!!!

"I Stand Alone" by Godsmack hits the arena as Gambino comes out to a very mixed reaction. Some are surprised to see him back, other remember exactly what he was like before he left. Gambino comes down to the ring. The gWo look a little confused. They all seem to be staring at Gambino. He picks up the World Title and gives a long hard stare at it. He then goes over to MVD and offers the title to him. The crowd boo furiously as Gambino hands MVD the title and then shakes his hand, and then they even embrace. Gambino then raises MVD's hand in the air. The other gWo members move in to welcome Gambino back in their own way.

Dawg: The gWo is finally back to full strength. Nothing can stop the gWo now. Nothing.

Stanyer: Damn, Damn, DAMN!!! Why now? Why does he pick now to come back. WHY?

MVD notices that Davey K is trying to get back to his feet. He is about to boot him in the face when Gambino stops him. MVD looks at him, but Gambino motions that he wants to take care of Davey himself. MVD smiles and pulls Davey K to his feet. Meanwhile, Gambino is collecting a Steel Chair from outside of the ring. MVD is holding Davey from behind so Gambino can deliver a clean shot. Gambino readies the chair and then shockingly cracks the chair over MVD's head. Caught totally by surprise, MVD is knocked out cold. The rest of the gWo is so stunned, they don't react. However Gambino does, he is quick to move and he levels both Sabre and Hunt with Steel Chair shots. Both of the Russians snap out of the shock, but only in time to see Gambino flailing the chair in their direction. The crowd is on their feet cheering like crazy. Gambino slams the chair into the mat and then picks up the World Title. He gives it a very long stare before dropping it on MVD and leaving the ring. "I Stand Alone" hits one more time as Gambino is walking up the ramp.

Dawg: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stanyer: I'm in shock. I just never saw this coming, but it is most definitely a good thing.

Dawg: Why? WHY NOW?? This can't be happening? Not now!!

Stanyer: Oh but it is, and your going to have to mull over it for a whole week, as we are out of time folks. See you next week, and perhaps we may get some answers.

We fade out to an overhead shot of all 5 members of the gWo trying to get to their senses.

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