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MCI Center
Washington DC
Sunday August 4th 2002
Attendance: 22,343
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 MCI Center, where Pyro's blast off all around the arena, the crowd 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 the nations capital as we once again bring you PWF Sunday Night Havoc.
Dawg: Man, the crowd in Washington can't half make some noise.
Stanyer: We are set for an explosive night tonight, it is the last night before the Last Man Standing PPV, so we can expect matches to be signed, plenty of incident and some very tense action.
Dawg: And we kick off the show with a Last Man Standing Match.
Stanyer: Indeed, we open with Sabre v Sandstorm, but first we have to check on something, Anthony Frost is in the parking lot waiting for Gambino, who has not yet arrived at the MCI Center. Anthony, any sign of Gambino.
The tron shows Anthony Frost, and then we cut to the parking lot, although we can still hear the sound from the arena.
Frost: Nothing yet Jay, but we will let you know as soon as he arrives at the arena. Until then, Frost out.
We cut back to the arena.
Stanyer: Tension has been building for weeks between MVD & Gambino, and it will all come to a head at LMS, but we are all hoping for just a little piece of action between those two tonight.
Dawg: Well, you may have to keep on hoping. Anyway, I want to watch Sabre now.
Stanyer: So you shall, Sabre is now scheduled to take on Sandstorm, the US champ. Who is now scheduled to defend against Silas Parish at LMS, which should be another great matchup.
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 PWF United States Champion and The Rage of the Sahara, SANDSTORM Crowd Cheers
"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. (
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Report: The two circle the ring getting a knowing of each other and then tie up. Sandstorm uses his strength advantage and gets a hammerlock on Sabre, Sabre reveres it only to be reversed by Sandstorm again sending him into the ropes. Sabre comes off the ropes and attempts to Cross Body Block Sandstorm but Sandy catches him and slams him hard to the mat then going into the cover 1 2..Sabre kicks out quickly and gets to his feet. Sabre kicks the ropes angrily and then runs at Sandstorm, Sandstorm drops down for a back body drop but Sabre hops over him and low blows him, Sandstorm hits the mat holding his jewels as Sabre begins kicking him in the ribs and head. Sabre taunts the downed Sandstorm then picks him up to his feet. Sabre lifts up Sandstorm for a vertical suplex and drops him hard to the mat. Sabre once again picks up Sandstorm and lands a right hand on Sandstorm, Sandstorm looks unphased. Sabre chops at Sandstorm, but Sandstorm blocks it and counters with a right hand, which causes Sabre to stumble backwards. Sandstorm charges Sabre and hits a clothesline knocking both men down. Sabre falls into the ropes, using them to hold himself up.
Stanyer: This is a great match folks
Both men get up slowly. Sandstorm gets to his feet first, he punches Sabre, then whips him to the ropes. Sabre bounces off the ropes and hits a huge clothesline. Sabre takes a moment to recover, letting Sandstorm back to his feet. Sabre hits a swinging neckbreaker, he quickly gets back to his feet with a second wind and drops an elbow on Sandstorm. Sabre pulls Sandstorm up and sets him up for t-bone suplex. Sandstorm tries to wriggle free but is unsuccessful as he gets thrown down. Sabre picks Sandstorm up and gives him a couple of good shots to the ribs before spinning him around for a pump handle slam. Sabre stomps on Sandstorm a few times then once again taunts him. Then basks in the energy from the crowd. Sandstorm gets up using the ropes while Sabre taunts him a bit more. Sandstorm turns around to get a kick in the stomach but then reverses Sabre into a Spine Buster sending both men down and out for a bit
Stanyer: Holy crap Sandstorm won't give up!
Dawg: Maybe a good kick in the head will help?
Stanyer: Man that isn't right
Sandstorm gets to his feet first and signals for the Anubus Driver, he lifts up Sabre but Sabre quickly sends him off the ropes, Sandstorm comes back off with a huge spear and then he locks in the Infinite Rest. Sabre begins to flail around and begins to bridge, Sabre gets to his feet but Sandstorm keeps the move locked in. Sabre back flips out of the move but Sandstorm catches him and he hits a front face neckbreaker knocking Sabre out.
Stanyer: Holy shit what a move!
Dawg: I've seen better
Golgotha suddenly runs down from the backstage area. He waits on the outside cheering on Sandstorm as the rage of the Sahara gets to his feet, Sandstorm steps back a bit then attempts a side kick to a rising Sabre but Sabre ducks the kick and it connects with the ref. Sabre slides behind Sandstorm and tries to German suplex him but Sandstorm elbows him and throws him into the ropes. Golgotha in the mean time has gotten a chair and climbed on the apron. Sabre knowing Golgotha's position grabs Sandstorm's arm and throws him into the chair knocking Golgotha off the apron and knocking Sandstorm to the mat. The ref begins to stir as Sabre(while using his feet on the ropes) covers Sandstorm. The ref counts ..1 2 ..3!
Stanyer: Dam it! Sabre has to cheat after a chair shot as well
Dawg: Hey Golgotha did it by mistake
The camera opens up to the MoM locker room. Present inside the room is Golgotha, Law, and Team Brutal Force.
Law: Be right back guys, I'm gonna go grab a Pepsi.
As Law approaches the door, it busts off it's hinges and almost nails Law. Sandstorm storms in, fuming after Golgotha cost him the match against Sabre.
Sandstorm: GOLGOTHA! What the hell were you doing out there? I had Sabre right where I wanted him! I can't believe you just did that to me!
Golgotha: Sandstorm, I.........
Sandstorm: You know that I came into the PWF just to get a taste of that World Title, but no, you just can't accept the fact that now, is MY TIME! Well I've had enough of it!
Golgotha: You know what? Ah forget this!
Golgotha storms out of the room.
Sandstorm: Hey! I'm not finished with you yet!!
Sandstorm tries to chase Golgotha but the other MoM members hold him and try to calm him down.
Stanyer: Sandstorm is clearly pissed with Golgotha for costing him his spot in the LMS tournament.
Dawg: That surprises noone.
Stanyer: Golgotha didn't want to hear a word of it, he just left!!
Dawg: Can't fault the guy, would you hang around while someone shouted abuse at you?
Stanyer: Probably not.
We roll backstage, Anthony Frost is still waiting for Gambino. A black limo rolls into the arena. Anthony Frost and his cameraman rush towards the limo as it parks up, but they back off when they see the number plate. "MVD 420". MVD and JVD climb out of the limo to loud boos from the crowd, they head into the arena as we cut to the next area.
The camera cuts to the dojo where Heelmaster has been training for the past several weeks. As we see him, he is meditating. Clearing his mind for some test that is yet to come. It is now finally that the cameras are allowed back into the dojo. As Heelmaster is meditating, the Master walks on.
Master: Your training is in its final stages. Soon, you will have mastered your skills. Soon, you will, be ready for your return...
Heelmaster stands in one fluent motion and looks at his Master.
Heelmaster: I am ready. Now is the time. Complete my training, Master. Allow me to be completed.
The Master looks at Heelmaster with an all knowing eye.
Master: Yes Heelmaster, perhaps you are ready. It is time... For your final test, you must defeat me. This will not be put on camera.
Thank you Master. Heelmaster now turns to the camera.
Heelmaster: Xuway, my training will be complete. Last Man Standing will be my rematch against you. I will be there, waiting for you. Choose to show up and face me like a man. Or choose to forfeit what is rightfully mine. My potential will be filled. Prepare yourself.
Heelmaster faces his Master and the two ready themselves as the camera cuts out.
Stanyer: I guess that Heelmaster's training is complete, and his match against King Volcano at LMS will be a highlight of the card.
Dawg: Has King Volcano chosen a match yet?
Stanyer: Not that I know of, I'm sure he'll let us know in due course.
Dawg: Well, at least we'll get to see Heelmaster in action next, perhaps he'll show us what he has learned.
Stanyer: It's possible, or he may save it for LMS, who knows?
Credit: Bud King
"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!!
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Before "Voices" by Disturbed 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
Report: Heelmaster and Davey K square off in the ring, and Duane Dibley calls for the bell. Heelmaster and Davey K lock up, and Davey is sent to the mat quickly with and arm drag, which Heelmaster tries to go for an arm bar off of, but Davey is quick to scramble to his feet. Davey tries to lock up with Heelmaster again but Heely drives a knee into the Superstars gut, and follows with several big forearms to his back. Davey falls to all fours, and Heelmaster delivers a vicious soccer style kick to Davey's shoulder. Heelmaster continues his assault with a nerve lock on Davey's shoulder. Davey screams in pain as Heelmaster squeezes heartlessly. Heelmaster release the hold and picks Davey up and scoops him and drives him down with a shoulderbreaker.
Stanyer: Heelmaster setting his stall out early as he works over Davey's arm.
Dawg: Not an unfamiliar role for Heelmaster there.
Davey lays on the mat, grasping his shoulder as Heelmaster stalkes him. Heelmaster waits just long enough for Davey to get himself to his knees before sending him crashing to the ground with a stiff kick to the back of his shoulder. Heelmaster picks the superstar up and send him to the ropes and nails a vicious clothesline. Heelmaster then nails Davey with a snap suplex and follows with a quick arm bar, Davey screams in pain as he refuses to tap, Davey reaches out for the ropes, he can feel his fingertips touch the ropes, but he still can't reach, Heelmaster wrenches back further, but in one last desperate reach Davey grabs the bottom rope.
Stanyer: That was close for Davey K there, any longer and he would have had no choice but to tap out.
Heelmaster is methodical in his attack as he delivers several well placed kicks to Daveys neck and shoulder. Heelmaster whips Davey into the corner and charges, but is meet with a violent clothesline from Davey's good arm. Davey falls to one knee after his desperation attack on Heelmaster, Davey returns to his feet as the reeling Heel still remains on the mat, Davey leans down to grab his hair when Heelmaster delivers a hard eye gouge. Heelmaster leaps to his feet and charges the Superstar, but falls to a drop toe hold. Davey still favoring his arm lifts him up and hits a quick beely to belly suplex, and then follows with a few quick kicks to the stomach of Heelmaster. Davey allows Heelmaster to rise to his feet before nailing a quick kick to the gut and hitting a gut wrench powerbomb.
Stanyer: Awesome powerbomb from Davey K, he is beginning to turn this match around.
Dawg: His arm has taken quite a beating however, it is a most definite weak point.
Davey, who is still favoring his arm, starts to lift Heelmaster up, once he gets him to his feet, Heelmaster springs to life and strikes Davey K with several hard right hands send the Superstar to the corner. Heelmaster drives several shoulders into the his stomach before pulling back to the taunt the crowd once, Heelmaster the quickly charges Davey K to deliver once last full speed shoulder block, but before he can hit it Davey jumps over him, hooks him and rolls him up for the pin...........1 ...........2...... Heelmaster kicks out pushing Davey to his back for a pin .........1 .........2 .......Davey rolls out and hooks his leg to make a pin .........1 ..........2 ....... Heelmaster rolls davey to the left and locks on a modify reverse armbar, Davey's face hits the mat hard as Davey screams in pain, Heelmaster wrenches back forcing Davey to scream louder, ....... Davey pulls himself closer to the ropes as he lets out a groan ....... Davey inches closer, but the ropes are still out of reach as Heelmaster wrenches around violently.........Davey screams out .......... with one last desperate lunge Davey reaches the bottom ropes, but Heelmaster refuses to break the hold Dibley makes the count........1 ........2 .........3 ........4 ........ Heelmaster breaks the hold but the damage has been done.
Stanyer: Davey does not look in great shape at this moment in time, can he hold out for much longer?
Dawg: I'd go for no at this moment in time, there is only so much punishment the arm can take.
Heelmaster taunts the crawd as Davey K pulls himself to his feet, heavily favoring his arm. Heelmaster turns a stalks Davey before moving in for the kill, but he receives a boot to the stomach for his efforts, Davey drives several quick forearms to Heelmaster's back with his good arm. Davey lifts him up from the ground and whips him to the ropes, Heelmaster comes off and nails a running mafia kick. Heely picks Davey up and calls for the Ultimate Heat, he charges in but Davey rolls through it, Heelmaster leaps back to his feet and charges in but Davey kicks him in the gut and nails the Superstar Slam.
Stanyer: Superstar Slam!!! It's over!!!!
Dawg: NO!!! Kick out Heelmaster!! Kick out!!!
Davey is drags his body over to Heelmaster and collapse with one arm draped over him, Duane Dibley starts the count ........1 ..........2 .............NO! Heelmaster gets a shoulder up, Davey groggily rises to his feet, as does Heelmaster. Heelmaster surges and grabs Davey's bad arm and drives his own shoulder into Davey's. Heelmaster viciously repats the act 4 more times, when he goes for a fifth, out of nowhere Davey grabs Heelmasters head with his free arm and kicks him in the gut and underhooks both his arms and drops him with the second Superstar Slam of the match, Davey is quicker with this pin then the first but not by much and is till only his arm but Dibley makes the count ..........1 ............2 .............3!
Stanyer: It took two Superstar Slam, but Davey K finally pulled out the win in this excellent matchup.
Davey rolls off of Heelmaster and Duane Dibley raises Davey's good arm, before Davey rolls out of the ring and stumbles to the back leaving the beaten Heelmaster laying in the ring.
We see Barry, Leroy and Sue in the back. Sue's face is still badly bruised and swolen.
Leroy: Sue, please listen to reason!
Sue: The hell I will.
Barry: Leroy is right Sue. I need to be on my game tonight. I don't want to have to worry about you...
Sue: What??? You don't want to worry about some weak woman. Is that it?
Barry: That isn't what i meant, and you know it. This is a big match tonight. It is me against Alexander, Hanibal and that bastard Wowbowski. Now you and I know we want revenge on the Russians. But the other two are too good for me to risk concentrating on just Wowbowski.
Leroy: Barry is right. He needs to focused for this match. And you will only distract him.
Sue: Bullshit! Those Wowbowski is going to pay for what he did to me! You say I will distract Barry, but I will be distracting that scumsucking Russian!
Barry: i just don't want you getting hurt.
Sue: look at me Barry, I am already hurt. Twice now they have layed me out, but they can't keep me down. We are a Team.
Leroy: Yeah, Team:Brutal Force!
Barry: I don't know...
fade out
Stanyer: Sue obviously having trouble controlling her anger, not surprising after the way The Russians have treated her over the last few weeks.
Dawg: Bah, wrestling is not the place for women, well except to look at of course.
Stanyer: We will ignore your chauvanistic views for now.
The scene cuts to a lounge in the back. Cossak is sitting on a bar stool, drink in hand. He watches intently at something off camera. a few small banging noises are heard, then Wowbowski's voice is made out
Wowbowski: Your shot Cossak
Cossak gets up and grabs a nearby pool cue. The camera zooms out a bit to show the whole area, a nice little room, a bar on one side, a pool table in the middle. Wowbowski takes a seat as Cossak makes a shot
Wowbowski: I vas thinkink Cossak, vill Team Brutal let that Muddack Sue come to ring today?
Cossak: Ya ne znau. She not like being told vhat to do, like voman should.
Wowbowski: They tell me, ve must fight Team Brutal at Pay per View for beltski's
Cossak drains a ball into a side pocket before replying
Cossak: Da. but vill zey be vready for vhat ve Russians be bringink?
Wowbowski: I do not think they be prepared for vhat ve be bringink to match, they be no way vready. Ve vill destroy them, like last time.
Cossak: and time before
Wowbowski: good point Cossak. There is no way Team Brutal be beingk prepared for tag match at LMS.
Cossak calmly drains the 8-ball into a pocket then looks at Wowbowski
Cossak: that be another thousand dollars comrade
Wowbowski: Vhat, you only beat me 5 times in row.
Cossak: Ve play for double or nothink then?
Wowbowski: Da. vrack them up
The scene fades out as Wowbowski and Cossak ontinue on with their pre-game, game of pool
Stanyer: The Russians seem to want Sue to come out to ringside.
Dawg: Yeah, so they can kick her ass as well as the rest of Team Brutal Force.
"Imortally Insane" by Pantera hits the speakers and red pyros go off on each side of the ramp. Law Hiyabusa walks onto the ramp and stares into the crowd as if he's searching for something. He then does a mad sprint down the ramp and the foward momentum causes him to slide halfway across the ring. He gets up from the canvas and jumps to the top turnbuckle and holds his hands to the side as he gets an ovation from the fans.
James: Introducing from Japan, weighing 189lbs, LAW HIYABUSA!!!
Law walks to the ropes and signals the stagehand for a mic. He paces around the ring as the crowd gets hype in anticpation for what he has to say.
Law: Now before Jason Hunt comes out here and feels the fury, I want to further address something. I am THROUGH with Loki. He is on the lower ranks of this federation and I am steadily rising. He can join the Cult of Shadows, Cult of Shitheads or anything else and I wouldn't care. He talks about how they help him focus his anger. How about they help him get medical coverage beacuse if for some godforsaken reason I happen to lose to Jason Hunt, at Last Man Standing, it's time for a rematch. It's time for the light title to go around the waist of the rightful owner!
The crowd cheers loudly because of the statement Law has just said.
Law: You see Loki, I said I was finished with you, but I never did say I was finished with the title. I said I'm going to get the title to the deserving wrestler, which is me, and I AM going to back up every word that I say. So, if you would get your black hooded robe-wearing ass out and accept my challenge, I would be happy to continue to entertain these fans in kicking the dog crap out of Jason Hunt.
Law goes toward the ropes and patiently waits for Loki's answer.
Loki's face, painted with a blue and black design, appears grinning and chuckling on the tron.
Loki: It would seem that my mere presence pushes the play button on the broken record that is a Law Hiyabusa promo. "You don't deserve your title..... I work hard..... I'm better than you...." On and on and on. At least it's nice to know that you can supply us with a little background noise now and then! Hehehehehehe!!!!
The fans boo the comment while Law paces the ring.
Loki: Ahhh what a funny little game we play, Mr. Hiyabusa. I take your belt from you, and bring your ire to an all time high, and now you insist that you are through with me. You? Through with me? I can barely contain the laughter! Do you forget the rules here? I'm the game master here! I'm the one pulling the strings! I say when it's all over! And I've got a game for you, oh have I got a game! You see, as I thought over your attitude of late, what with repeating yourself an' all, I figured two could play this game. You see, I've taken the liberty of recreating one of my famous pranks! Only, you see, I put a little more effort into it this time! Come! I'll show you!
Loki saunters off down the hall a few paces and stops in front of a door. It's Law Hiyabusa's locker room.
Loki: Oh me, oh my! What wonders await us behind this door? Let's see if anybody's home.
Loki delivers three sharp knocks on the door and it falls off the hinges.
Loki: Oops! Guess I don't know my own strength! Haha!
Loki skips into the room which has been utterly laid to waste. All the furnishings are smashed, ripped or vandalized in some way. The walls are graffitied and not one thing has been left undamaged in any way. In one corner the waste paper basket is on fire, leaving a carbon burn up the adjoining wall.
Loki: Oh goodness! Looks like someone had fun in here!
Pictures of Law's family have been graffitied, photo albums torn through and mangled, one poking half-way out of the burning basket. The couch is shredded with stuffing everywhere, Law's street clothes have been strewn about, some used as makeshift paintbrushes. The table is smashed, the lockers broken apart with some heavy tool which we see to be a pickaxe imbedded in the TV monitor.
Loki: Wow. Looks like nothing escaped the wrath of.... oh, wait, here's a few pictures!
Loki pulls a few polaroids from his pocket and flips through them infront of the camera.
Loki: Aww look! There's me with your car! *flip* And here's me with that pickaxe! *flip* Oops! There go the window! *flip* And the grill. *flip* And the mirrors. *flip* And the hood! *flip* And here's the finished product, with your car on blocks. Did I mention I got the tires too?
Loki has a nice long laugh before tossing the bunch of pictures into the destroyed room.
Loki: Aaahhh but I guess I should wrap this up now huh? Oh yeah, your pesky little challenge. And you said you were done with me... you little scamp! I don't care if your excuse is that you're only interested in the title, I know this is personal. And if it wasn't before....
Loki picks up and gestures to a can of gas and then gestures to the flaming trash can. Loki steps out of the room, taking a piece of the table on the way out. Upon exiting the room, he throws the chunk of the table at the trash can. It rolls on its bottom rim, teeters and spills onto the locker room floor which quickly ignites along with all of the other furnishings of the room. The crowd boos the God of Mischief venemously.
Loki: .... it is now! Hehehehehehehehe!!!! See ya in the ring!!
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.
Report: Law and Hunt tie up in the middle of the ring. Hunt snaps Law into a hammerlock, Law counters into a top wristlock. With what seems like in-human like speed, Hunt counters Law's top wristlock almost as soon as it is locked on. Hunt snaps Law into an arm wrench and then delivers a hard kick to Law's chest. Law staggers back, allowing Hunt to come in with a couple of hard right hands. Law manages to block one and counter with a right hand of his own, but Hunt's next right hand is even stronger than those previously, and it sends Law crashing into the corner. Hunt delivers a few quick gut kicks and then he aggressively whips Law to the opposite corner. Hunt charges in at full throttle, but Law sidesteps him and Hunt crashes into the turnbuckle pads and staggers backwards holding his ribs. Law springs high into the air and cracks Hunt on the back of the head with a stunning Roundhouse Kick. Hunt shoots down to the mat clutching the back of his head. Law pulls him back up to his feet and then snaps him towards the ropes. Law goes for a hiptoss, but Hunt blocks it and then kicks Law in the gut. He places his leg on the back of Law's head, and allows Law to flip him over. Hunt hooks Law up in position for a German Suplex, but Law counters and snaps around the back of Hunt. Law hits a few quick forearms to Hunt's lower back, and then lifts him up and plants him with a back drop so technically perfect, even Austin Cain would be impressed by it. Law bounces into a cover. .1 ..2 .. Hunt easily kicks out.
Stanyer: What's up? Your eyes look a little blurry.
Dawg: What do you expect, these two move so fast, you could blink, and miss half of the match.
Stanyer: They have both been lightweight champions either here or somewhere else, this was only to be expected.
Dawg: I need some aspirin . And that's just from listening to you.
Law pulls Hunt up to his feet and scores with a couple of snap forearms. Law then sends Hunt into the corner and backs into the opposite corner. Law takes a deep breath and then runs in and just before Hunt he does a cartwheel and then comes out with a Flying Back Elbow which is taken smack across the right cheekbone. Hunt staggers out holding his face. Law takes a step back and then attempts a Spinning Heel Kick, but is surprised to see Hunt duck underneath it. Law spins back to face Hunt, but is quickly grabbed and receives a rake to the eyes. Law shakes his head to try and get his vision back, but Hunt moves quickly to take advantage of Law's vulnerable state and boots him hard in the gut before delivering a DDT. Hunt takes a moment to catch his own breath and then he gets to his feet. A quick shake of the head seems to bring him back into focus, he turns towards Law. Hunt drags the recently de-throned Lightweight champion to his feet. Hunt use his anger to deliver a hard right hook, which sends Law staggering across the ring. Hunt then runs off the ropes and drives Law face first into the mat with a running facecrusher. Hunt then stands over Law and delivers a hard elbow to his sternum. He quickly gets up and drops another elbow. He repeats this a couple more times until he delays one of the elbows, to take a look around the arena, with an arrogant grin on his face. A chant of "You Suck" starts up just as Hunt delivers that elbow, and this time hooks the leg for the cover. 1 .2 . Law gets his left shoulder off the canvas. Hunt still has the cocky grin on his face as he stands up. He kicks Law hard in the gut, causing him to convulse in pain and grip his stomach. Hunt then begins to climb to the top rope. As he reaches the top, he signals for Law to get up quicker. Law is on one knee, he stands up straight and shakes his head to regain his senses. He holds his forehead and turns around to look for Hunt, just as the gWo man is about to come into his vision, Hunt flies from the turnbuckle and Law turns into a Spinning Wheel Kick. Law takes is badly and actually does a headstand flip before ending up flat on his stomach. Hunt decides not to cover, but to inflict more pain on Law. He drops down and hooks both legs and the head of Law and then rolls onto his own back to complete the Bow and Arrow Lock. The move is unescapable, and causes instense pain to most of the body, but especially the lower back. However Hunt cannot support the full weight of Law forever, so he must obtain a submission quickly. In this case, Law is refusing to give up, no matter how much pain he is in, and Hunt has to release the hold.
Stanyer: That was a close call for Law there, I didn't think he would hold out long enough.
Dawg: The pain was probably unbearable, but losing would be even more unbearable, giving up the prize of a World Title shot by actually having to say the words "I quit", is not something you want to do. If you have any pride that is.
Stanyer: So I guess that would mean you'd give up within seconds.
Dawg: Don't get cheeky with me kiddo.
Stanyer: Kiddo? I'm older than you!!!
Dawg: I was going on mental age, not physical age.
Stanyer: Don't push it.
Dawg: Push what? There isn't anything to push on this table?
Stanyer: Just shut up for gods sake.
Hunt is pulling Law up to his feet, his condition doesn't look too good. Hunt lifts him onto his shoulder and then carries him over to the turnbuckle. Hunt dumps Law on the top turnbuckle, but before he can climb up, Law quickly pokes him in the eyes. Hunt spins around holding his eyes. Law quickly grabs Hunt by the head and then delivers an awesome Reverse Tornado DDT. Hunt's eye is no longer a concern, as both men are down for the count. Referee Duane Dibley starts the mandatory 10 count. Despite the early signs, the 10 count is unneccesary, as both Hunt and Law make it to their feet. Hunt goes for a right hand, but Law blocks it, and quickly counters with a right hook. Hunt is momentarily stunned, and Law takes advantage with a volley of punches and then an irish whip. As Hunt comes off the ropes, Law snaps him over with a perfect Hurricanranna into a pin. Duane Dibley slides down for the count. ..1 .2 Hunt just kicks out in time. Both men are quick to their feet. Hunt scores early with a kick to Law's gut. Hunt then goes for the Six Pack Revolver (FameAsser), but Law pulls his head away and Hunt drives his leg into the canvas, not Law's face. Law grabs Hunt as he is getting up and then drills him with a German Suplex, and then flips over backwards to complete a bridge. ..1 2 Hunt kicks out with little more than milimeters to go before the referee's hand would have hit the mat. Law isn't hanging around to argue, he is dragging Hunt towards the corner. Law climbs to the top rope, he calls for some extra fan support, and gets a loud cheer. Law then somersaults into the Japanese Chainsaw (450 Splash). Law holds his chest after the awesome impact, but then hooks the leg for the cover. 1 ..2 . Somehow, Hunt manages to get his shoulder up. Law simply cannot believe it. He questions the referee, but Duane just confirms that it was a two count. Law paces around the ring, unsure what to do next. Then he seems to decide and pulls Hunt up, but suddenly Hunt springs to life and grabs Law's arm and snaps him down to the mat and locks on the Crippler Crossface. Law resists and tries to escape the move, but Hunt locks it on well, despite his weariness. Law begins to pull himself towards the ropes. Despite Hunt's best efforts, Law manages to grab the bottom rope. However Hunt won't stop there, he drags Law back to the middle of the ring and then locks the hold back in. Law's motion now begins to get slower and slower until finally there doesn't appear to be any motion from him at all. Duane Dibley checks the arm and gets a 1 count. He checks a 2nd time, and confirms a 2 count. He checks a 3rd time. The crowd are hoping for a last burst of adrenalin for Law, but it doesn't happen, Law's arm drops to the mat and Duane Dibley calls for the victory, the crowd give a resounding chorus of boos, all directed at the winner, Jason Hunt.
Dawg: Well, the better man won, what else can I say?
Stanyer: Hunt may have been the better man on this occasion, but Law looks better and better every week, he gave as good as he got in this match, how long will it be before Law is rubbing shoulders with the likes of Hunt on a more regular basis?
Dawg: By my estimates never, because the gWo will rule the world by the time he ever gets that high in wrestling.
Stanyer: As usual, you can't come up with anything intelligent to say, so we'll ignore you. Hunt has progressed, and will now face the winner of Homicide v Golgotha, which will be an awesome confrontation.
The camera fades into a shot of Canadian Kaos in there locker room with Haylee. As Hanibal begins taping up his hands preparing for his 4 way match,the 3 discuss there up coming match for LMS.
Haylee: what about a Ladder match? Those are pretty brutal.
Grimm: Nah they are way over used. Besides thats not Hardcore.
Haylee: ok what about uhh...
Hanibal pops up from the locker room bench!
Hanibal: I've got one.
Grimm: Dude stop with the table match idea.
Hanibal: No i have something different and its more rare the a Ken Kido Victory!
Haylee: thats impossible!!
Hanibal:how about we put those sons of bitches through hell in a best of 10 glass pane flag match.
A sadistic smile crosses Hanibal's face
Grimm: Now you're talkin!
Haylee: What kinda match is that?!
Grimm: Well you have to put your opponent through 5 panes of glass before you can get your flag for the win. And theres no denying Canadian Kaos has had a winning history when it comes to anything involing glass.
Hanibal:best of 10 glass pane flag match it is then. But as for tonight..
Hanibal pauses cracking his neck..
Hanibal: i will face a member of each Tag team in the PWF. Alexandra, Reading Rainbows very own Levar Burton and a fricken russian communist. I mean please give me a break.
Grimm bursts out in laughter
Hanibal: Is there really any question? I mean i am one half of Canadian Kaos. The only way i can lose is if these officals keep conspiring against me again.
Haylee rolls her eyes..
Hanibal: but i will use tonight as an example for our match at Last Mand Standing against the living 24 hour soap opera.the gods of bore. Because just like tonight, Canadian Kaos will prove who is the most dominate force in professional wrestling, who is the closest thing to god himself and who will single handedly hand you your own ass at Last Man standing.
Grimm smiles and pats Hanibal on the back as the camera fades...
The Gods of War are sitting in their locker room, Alexander is preparing for the 4 Way match tonight. Kull smacks Alexander's shoulder to get his attention because The Canadian Kaos promo is airing on the monitors. The duo watches as the Canadians spout their venom, and announce the Hardcore Flag match for Last Man Standing. When the promo ends they start discussing something amongst themselves. After a minute they both turn to the camera.
Kull: So you want to have a 10 glass panes Hardcore Flag match do you? Well I'll tell you right now, pick whatever kinda match you want we will kick your asses in it. Pick a Glass Table match, pick a Triple tier Cage match, pick a simple ladder match, or pick resist Haylee in a bikini match and we will kick you ass plain and simple.
Alexander: We kicked your ass once and we'll do it again. But let me tell you this tonight Hanibal, it's Wowboski, Barry Burton, You, and me. Once I shift through all the shit in the match, I will get my hands on you and kick your little Canadian ass all the way back to you pathetic little country, so Haylee can lick your wounds, you little fucking skank.
Kull Be ready skanks, the Gods of War are coming and were gonna ride the red, white, and blue express way right over your skank asses.
The scene ends with Alexander turning back to preparing for the 4 Way Match later tonight on Havoc.
Stanyer: Not more glass, I've seen enough broken glass to last me a lifetime.
Dawg: What's wrong with seeing just a little bit more?
Stanyer: Personally I think Grimm & Hanibal are just trying to outdo the classic match set by Theros & Bloodbath way back on the PWF's very first PPV, but that was something special, a first, it can't be repeated, no matter how many times they try.
Dawg: Maybe not, but there is no harm in trying!!! Well actually, they will probably come to a lot of harm trying, but hey, who cares? It'll be fun to watch!!
Golgotha is pacing around the halls backstage, and from the looks of it he is still mad about what happened earlier between him and Sandstorm. In one of the oddest sights ever to grace TV, we see a man in a 3 peice suit running to catch up to Golgotha. That man is none other than Cole T. Profit.
Profit: "Golgotha! Golgotha! There you are. I thought I'd never find you! Hey, wait up!"
Golgotha: "Cole, whatever it is that you want, I'm not in the mood for it right now!! So just leave me alone!"
Golgotha turns to walk around, leaving Profit there, sweating and panting. The Hardcore Christian gets about 10 feet away and stops. His fist is clenched. He waites there for about 5 seconds, hits the wall, and turns back to his manager.
Golgotha: "What do you want Cole? You have obviously gone through a lot of trouble to find me, so what is it?"
Profit: "I've talked to Sandstorm..."
Golgotha: (Sarcastically) "And what did the almighty US Champion want?"
Profit: "He has calmed down. I think that you should calm down as well."
Golgotha: "I'm sorry. Its just that he has to know that I didn't go out there to intentionally cost him the match. It was an accident. I hate Sabre as much as the next guy..probably more. Truth is, the fact that he can't see that, bugs me. Plus, ever since he won the US Championship, he has had a huge chip on his shoulder. Like he is the only one in the Methods of Mayhem that can win titles..."
Profit: "Look, Sandstorm says that he wants you to come back so that we can talk the whole thing out. This is just an ugly misunderstanding. I'm sure that we can work this out. So what do you say? Will you come back with me so we can fix this?"
Golgotha turns around and looks ahead, down the hallway. He thinks for a minute, and then he checks the clock on the wall.
Golgotha: "On the contrary, I think that it is you that needs to come with me right now."
Profit: "But isn't working things out with your Stablemate important? Besides, where are you going?"
Golgotha: "Yeah, working things out with Sandstorm is important. But I get paid to wrestle and not to talk. And its time for me to go out there and get paid and advance in the Last Man Standing tournament. So Sandstorm will have to wait until after I beat Homicide."
Golgotha starts to walk down the hall and towards the entrance. Profit stands there stunned for a second, but follows close behind the Hardcore Christian as we fade to black
Dawg: Trouble is brewing in the Methods of Mayhem, Golgotha and Sandstorm are not on the same wavelength, and that always spells trouble.
Stanyer: I'm sure they can sort it out diplomatically, people can't always agree, but they can always compromise.
Dawg: Perhaps, and I think the two of them will sort things out, but you can never be certain.
Stanyer: Anyway, it's time for that match Golgotha was heading to the ring for, this one is a big match folks, Homicide is scheduled to take on Golgotha in what should be a phenomenal contest.
Credit: Sabre
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.
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!!!"
Report: The bell sounds and Homicide quickly flies towards Golgotha, hitting a massive clothesline which sends both men crashing over the top rope. Homicide slowly rises first, and charges once again towards the groggy Golgotha. Despite the fall, Golgotha is able to predict the move, and uses Homicide's momentum to send him slamming into the steel steps. The crowd buzz as Homicide arches his back in spasmic pain. Neither superstar looks ready to re-enter the ring, and the ref has no option but to stand there and look at the carnage outside.
Stanyer: 'Golgotha looks fired up. He's snapped on Homicide and I think this little friendship they have has been thrown out the window.'
Dawg: 'Yeah, anything goes when it comes to the Last Man Standing tournament.'
Golgotha hits some sample right hands into Homicide as the fans nearby scream and pat both men's back's as Golgotha drags his opponent towards the barricade, picking him up and dropping him face first onto the metal railing. Homicide's head is thrown back from the force, as Golgotha backs up for a clothesline. Homicide quickly pulls his wits together and ducks the attack, and in a desperation counter, throws Golgotha over the railing and into the crowd. As Golgotha lies on the concrete, Homicide groggily walks over towards the announce table, removing the monitors...
Stanyer: 'I think it's safe to say that Homicide is ready to throw the rule book out the window.'
Dawg: 'Yeah, well he should do it in the ring, not here!'
Homicide picks up a monitor, intent on cracking it across Golgotha's mug. The ref, sick of standing around the ring, begins grabbing Homicide, telling him to haul back into the ring, but the Boston Massacre just pushes him out of the way. Golgotha eventually climbs back over the guardrail, and Homicide goes for the shot, but the Hardcore Christian slides into the ring, and Homicide drops the equipment, following.
Stanyer: 'Smart tactics displayed by Golgotha here.'
Dawg: 'You can only get the win inside the ring... Golgotha needs to keep these tactics up because he won't win in an all out brawl with Homicide.'
Homicide strides towards Golgotha, who greets him with a swift kick to the midsection, followed by a neckbreaker. He picks up Homicide's body and applies a quick belly to belly suplex, then targets the neck with a series of hard stomps. The man locks in like a pitbull, moving in for a blatant choke hold which takes the referee some force to break up, who gets some harsh words from Golgotha as he backs off. Homicide slowly rises, backing into a turnbuckle, and barely gets a leg up to block another attack from Golgotha. The boot to the face sends the superstar reeling, and Homicide uses a final push to rocket out of the corner, and connects with a spear that sends both men onto the mat, breathing heavily.
Stanyer: 'The first man to rise is going to have a distinct advantage.'
Dawg: 'Both men are running low on fuel, I wouldn't be surprised if we saw some high risk moves coming up.'
The fans begin chanting for both Homicide and Golgotha, as Homicide slowly rises, before walking towards his opponent, quickly locking in the Crippler Crossface. Golgotha grits his teeth and smashes his fist on the canvas, trying to hold back the pain. He crawls slowly to the ropes, but with only a few inches left, Homicide drags Golgotha back into the centre. Golgotha lies motionless for a few moments, and as the ref begins asking the question, he displays some amazing strength by pulling back towards the edge, thrusting his hand out and touching the bottom rope. Homicide drops the hold as Golgotha slides under the ropes, holding the back of his neck.
Stanyer: Homicide gets to recharge the batteries, while Golgotha is nearly broken from that submission move.
Homicide slides under the ring after Golgotha, as the man crouches near the side of the ring. Golgotha quickly springs into action, however, hitting Homicide over the head with the television monitor left on the floor earlier. Homicide falls flat onto the floor, and Golgotha throws him back into the ring, before climbing in and getting a series of punches onto Homicide's now busted open head. He then picks up his prey, and hits a devastating Chokeslam to Hell, before going for the pin... 1... 2... kick out!
Golgotha kicks Homicide in the side, swearing to himself before taking his aggression once again on Homicide, hitting the "Sinner Slam" (Pump Handle Slam) before lifting up Homicide. He draws back with a haymaker, but Homicide blocks the move and hits a right hand of his own. The crowd lights up as once again Homicide blocks a right hand and delivers a shot to the jaw. Golgotha reels back and Homicide Irish Whips him into a turnbuckle running in for a clothesline. Golgotha hits a desperation elbow, however, but as he moves in Homicide quickly hits the "Lethal Injection" and makes a cover to the cheers of the crowd... 1... 2... Shoulder up!
Homicide spits on the canvas, shaking his head in frustration at Golgotha's endurance before picking him up by the hair and delivering some more right hands. Cameras zoom in on Golgotha's now busted open head, as Homicide then performs the "Intentional Homicide". Homicide covers once again, but the ref pulls him off, pointing at Golgothas foot lying on the ropes. Homicide slaps his hands on the mat, swearing loudly...
Stanyer: 'Golgotha's just keeping himself alive in there. If he's got one more burst of energy, he'd better use it now.'
Homicide lifts Golgotha up once again and looks set to deliver his finisher, the "Boston Massacre" (Reverse Tazzplex) but at the final minute, Golgotha spins around, and cameras flash as he throws Homicide to the mat with the "Fall From Grace" (Super Tazzplex). The fans scream as Homicide stands up, apparently in a daze and Golgotha grapple's, looking for the "Crucifixion" (Kohya Otoshi) but Homicide powers out, hitting some sample elbows before finally applying the "Boston Massacre" for the second time. Homicide pulls it off, covering Homicide for the pinfall... 1... 2... 3... Winner via pinfall, Homicide!
Stanyer: 'Homicide pulls the win on Golgotha, and the better man on the night moves on in the tourney.'
Dawg: 'I guess Golgy will have to rethink that whole war with the gWo if he can't even beat Homicide, eh?'
Stanyer: '... You're an idiot.'
We cut to the parking lot, a car screeches into a parking space. Gambino steps out of the car, there is a loud cheer from the crowd. Anthony Frost rushes up to him, but he pushes him aside and heads into the arena with a stern look on his face.
Stanyer: Gambino is obviously not in the mood for chit-chat, he means business.
Dawg: I'm hearing that Sabre & MVD are on their way to the ring right now, I don't think they know Gambino is here yet.
Stanyer: Well, we'll see what they have to say for themselves.
Suddenly, the arena lights go out and a neon green spotlight eminates from the top of the runway as Droppin Platers By Disturbed roars through the PWF soundsystem as Matt Van Dam & Sabre emerge from the behind the curtain. Noth men are wearing the tradtional gWo logo t-shirt and MVD is cradleling the PWF World Title over his shoulder as if it were his baby whilst they walk quickly towards the ring
As they enter the ring, they begin to pose in the ring and gesture unkindly to the crowd as MVD holds the PWF World Title aloft into the air atop of the turnbuckle, the vibe in the arena fills with hostility. MVD then steps down and grabs a mic and begins to speak....
MVD:- AH........ how great it is to be a member of the gWo at the moment eh Sabre?
Sabre:- Yeah! Even better to be Matt..Van..Dam (2 thumb pose)
MVD:- Your damn right..... I mean.... Everyone wants to be.....like M..V..D (2 thumb pose) and that even includes the PWF's reisdent MVD wannabe Antonio Gambino!
Crowd boos loudly at the comment made by MVD
MVD:- You see.. Mr Gambino cannot stand anyone being World Champion but him. That's really quite sad! Mostly because Gambino you are so far past it, you can never be as good as you once were.
Back when you were the gWo's monkey boy, you were unsatisble in your desire for your world title, but a few months down the line, you get married, have a kid and that desire to do anything and risk everything for the strap I now hold is gone.................. because you have to consider them first............ what a fucking crock of shit!
To be the PWF World Champion takes that kind of ruthlessness. I love the gWo like they were my brothers and I would die for any one of them in the heat of battle but......... when it comes to me and this title......... its just me and this title and no-one else gets a 2nd thought my friend.
Your pittyful attempts to shield your family from the harsh realities of the Sports Entertainment industry will be your undoing Gambino........ I know how to hurt you more than anyone else can and you and your loved ones will never be safe whilst you pursue my prize........... lets have a look at the first shots fired into the heart of Antonio Gambino...
MVD signals to the back and the titan-tron begisn to roll footage of MVD physically dismantling Gino Gambino outside of his bar a few weeks ago, the video closes with Gino lying in a pool of his own blood and the bar behind him set alight and left to burn to the ground.
MVD:- Yeah yeah, call me a coward, call me sick.... I really couldn't give a flying fuck. It's all fair in love and war......... speaking of love......... we've become quite keen on a pretty young thing as of late who we are getting to know quite well, roll the tape!
Sabre smiles back at MVD as the tape rolls of the gWo assault at the Gambino family household. Thw gWo smash to the house to smitherines and the footage closes with MVD writing " I love gWo" on Gambino's daughter's head.
MVD:- And that's just the beginning, you've seen nothing yet. My next attack on your family will not be a physical, but purely emotional......... and I know I can hurt you far more emotionally than physically Gambino, I will breakdown the walls of your mind and I will rid the PWF of the name Gambino FOREVER!
At this very moment, I Stand Alone hits the PWF Soundsystem and Gambino appraoches the stage armed with a micrphone in hand....
Gambino paces back and forth for a moment, attempting to gain his composure, as it is obvious that he's about to explode
Gambino:"Sorry I'm late to this all important meeting. Traffic outside was a bitch. But you know, after finally making my way through all of the traffic, and getting here to the arena, I'm blessed to be confronted by yet another bitch."
The crowd cheers as they know that Gambino is referring to Matt Van Dam
Gambino:"No, no, no...not Jennifer Van Dam."
The crowd laughs a bit, and even Gambino lets out a bit of a smile. MVD gets a little annoyed at Gambinos insults directed at his wife, JVD. Gambino's expression quickly changes from a smile to anger
Gambino:"Matt Van Dam, you listen to me you son of a bitch, and you listen damn good. You can do what you want to me...you can do what you want to anyone here in the PWF...hell, you can do anything you want to these people sitting here in this arena...but when you involve my family in this shit, and you make this personal...then someone's gonna get hurt. What is it Matt? You think I've gone soft? You think because I have a wife and kid at home to worry about, that I've lost some of my strength? That I've become weak? Well then, tell me something Matt...how bad do you want to find out?"
Gambino paces the stage a bit
Gambino:"How badly do you want to see for yourself, and prove to everyone out there that I've weakened? That I'm not as strong, as good, or as down right ruthless as I used to be...how about you find out tonight Matt?"
The crowd cheer at the mention of Gambino and MVD locking up in the ring tonight. Matt doesn't look to pleased with the idea, and Gambino can tell
Gambino:"What's wrong Matt? Oh yeah, that's right. It's because deep down inside, underneath all of that bullshit, and that huge ego of yours...you know that I haven't lost a fucking step. You know that I'm just as ruthless as I ever was, if not more! You also know that, just like I did before, that I'll pin you 1...2...3, right in the middle of that damn ring."
Gambino pauses for a moment
Gambino:"So what do you say Matt? Do you have the balls to step into the ring with me tonight, and find out for yourself, just how soft I've gotten?"
Gambino awaits a reply from MVD
MVD looks at Gambino in fustration, but then looks back towards Sabre and grins, and his attention returns to Gambino..
MVD:- OK then tough guy, you want a piece of Matt Van Dam tonight? In this very ring? You got your damn match. It'll be the PWF's most glorious has-been Antonio Gambino, locking up with PWF World Champion Matt..Van..Dam (2 thumb pose) and the Sabre! We'll soon see just how strong you still are won't we, you 2 dollar jackass!
Suddenly "Fear" by Disturbed hits, it is Davey K coming out to his new theme.
Davey K is stood at the top of the ramp with a mic in his hand
Davey K: Hey slow down there. Too many hot heads all in the one ring, you need to slow down, chill out guys. Right now, I know what your thinking, whats Davey doing out here? Hes already had a match tonight! And yes, I have had a match against erm, oh, what was his name? Footmaster? Toemaster? Whatever the sick little freaks foot fetish is I wiped him out . Now Davey is going out to the next stage, ever reaching the final, and whose going to try and get in my way, well that little gump snuggled up next to MVD in the ring.....Shera, sorry Skeletore, no no, I meant Sabre, damn all those Thundercats sort of roll into one dont they? Yes, our very own shit talking extraoidinare! Sabre, the man of a million sentences, each one making less sense, until he eventually shuts up and shuffles off to his locker room with a pack of tissues and a special magazine!
Well the Superstar has already had a match, but lets give the fans what they really want, and thats Davey twice in one night! Hey I think Ive just seen JVD's eyes light up! Calm down there sweet cheeks, youll get your chance later. We have MVD and Sabre ready to be the tough guys and take on Gambino in a handicap match. Wow, nice thinking, thats a real ratings winner, how long did it take you both to think up that bad boy idea of a plan? Well bad news ladies, I think what we should be watching tonight, is a tag match. Lets say MVD and Sabre against Gambino and Ken Kido! Hang on, no that hasnt got a really decent ring to it, lets think......MVD and Sabre against Gambino and ...yours truly......Superstar Davey K!
Hang on there Gambino, dont go getting any ideas about me wanting to be best buddies with you, Im only in this match because MVD is a very sorry excuse of a human being and gets his kicks in a very bizarre way....but the real reason I want in, is so I can give Sabre a beating he wont forget and something that will make him think twice about being so confident in this Last Man Standing Tournament.
So are we.....on?
Davey stands with the mic by his side awaiting a response
Cameras shift to Sabre, who accepts the mic from MVD, grinning before pointing in Davey K's direction...
Sabre: 'Are you NUTS, or just plain stupid? Anyone who wants to play boy wonder to Super Mario over there has definately got issues because when you side with that squeezer, you're going to get a career ending injury, care of the gWo. You want to take that chance, little man? Because as much of a 'superstar' you THINK you are, the real players... the gWo... have you outgunned in every aspect of the game. We can out think you, out wrestle you, and.... shut the hell up!!!'
Sabre snaps as the crowd finally get to him with the constant 'Asshole' chant which follows him everywhere. The self-titled 'fighting champion' walks around the ring yelling while MVD points at certain crowd members, telling them to shut up...
Sabre: 'You people are as ignorant and moronic as those gimps standing on the rampway. You two think you're going to make a difference, huh? You think that the gWo will stop because a team of misfits and lowlives who spend their existence at the bottom of the ladder decide to ride on our coat tails? Well fat chance, meat heads, because we've been there and done that and guess what? We're still standing. So Davey K, you can talk as much as you want and keep cracking those lame jokes, bottom line is you have zero chance of being on par with me, and while you're in the back convincing yourself just how great a 'superstar' you are, I'll be going to BP3 to capture my World title! Maybe if you had the balls to face us, I'd even consider giving you a title match... Naaaaaah!!!'
Sabre laughs out loud but MVD, with a growing look of concern crossing his face, grabs Sabre's shoulder and spins him around. As the two stare at each other, Gambino and Davey look at each other before charging down the ring. Just as MVD opens his mouth, the fans scream in excitment as Gambino and Davey slide in, putting a stop to Sabre's rant....
Sabre & MVD quickly attack Gambino and Davey K, but Gambino and Davey K make a comeback and quickly batter Sabre & MVD against the ropes with hard right hands. Both back off and look at each other, then charge in and clothesline both gWo members out of the ring to a tremendous cheer from the crowd.
Stanyer: Tonights tag team match is going to be off the chart.
The four men exchange trash talk as we fade to a commercial.
Stanyer: I can't wait for tonights Main Event, this is a match I've waited for since Gambino first turned on the gWo.
Dawg: It's a big match, I'll give you that, but I think your going overboard about it, as always.
Stanyer: Well I will have to calm down for a moment, as I have to call this next match, which is a 4 way match, first pinfall.
Dawg: All four tag teams involved in a 4 way singles match, one member from each team. Tough to call this one, I'm going for Hanibal.
Stanyer: I'm going for Alexander, he's got the most experience in that ring.
Dawg: We shall see who triumphs.
"Gonna Fly Now" Hits. Barry walks straight out from the back. He walks towards the ring , shadow boxing as he goes. He completely ignores the crowd. Leroy follows after him, dancing slightly and waving to the crowd. Barry climbs into the ring and goes to his corner and slumps down. He sits here, his eyes never leaving his opponents corner until the match begins.
James: Introducing from New York, weighing 228lbs, one half of Brutal Force, BARRY BURTON!!
The arena darkens as the gong to signify the start "Wherever I may Roam" By Metallica is heard. The opening to the music plays through, then as the powerful drum beat kicks in, Fire Explodes from the stage. Through the fire walks Alexander. He looks to the crowd and the crowd explodes. He Marches to the ring and climbs the turnbuckle.
James: Introducing from Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing 283lb, ALEXANDER
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
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. Wowbowski then comes walking out of the back, Wowbowski turns and looks at the picture of the flag. Wowbowski walks down and slides into the squared circle. He makes his way to the middle of the ring
James: Introducing from Borisovka, Russian, weighing 289lbs, one half of The Russians, WOWBOWSKI!!!
Report: As soon as the bell begins, Wowbowski and Burton collide and hard right hands are exchanged, with Burton getting the upper hand and pushing Wowbowski into the corner. Hanibal and Alexander tie up, Alexander slides behind Hanibal and then hits a stiff forearm across his back. Hanibal staggers into the ropes. Alexander charges at Hanibal, but he Canadian ducks and low bridges the top rope, sending Alexander soaring down to the floor below. Burton hits some hard shoulder blocks in the corner and then pulls the Russian out and sends him into the rope, he then crashes into him with a stiff clothesline. He goes for an early cover. .1 .2 . Wowbowski kicks out quite easily. Hanibal has dropped to the outside and pulls Alexander to his feet. He lifts him up and drops him chest first on the guard rail. Alexander grips his chest tightly as Hanibal scores with a hard right, which sends Alexander staggering towards the ring steps. Hanibal then aggressively slams Alexander face first into the steel steps. Alexander goes down clutching his face. Hanibal grips the bottom rope to steady himself as he delivers hard, aggressive stomps to Alexander's sternum. In the ring, Barry pulls Wowbowski up and then sends him into the ropes. Burton deftly scoops the Russian up and then drills him into the mat with a forceful Tilt a Whirl Shoulder Slam. Barry then runs off the ropes and delivers a stiff knee drop. He then hooks the leg back. ..1 .2 Wowbowski kicks out.
Stanyer: The four men paired off pretty quickly, and who they chose isn't really surprising.
Dawg: The problems will start to occur when someone is close to victory, after all, there can be only one winner in this match.
Stanyer: First fall to a win, this is not an elimination match.
Dawg: That is when we will see things get a little dirty, nobody likes to lose.
Hanibal drags Alexander to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. He rolls in after him. He positions him near the corner and then uses the ropes to perform a stylish Slingshot Splash, and then hooking the leg for a pin. .1 2 Alexander kicks out. Barry is pulling Wowbowski up to his feet, when suddenly the big Russian lunges out, it isn't clear what happened until we see Barry clutching his genitalia, and then we realise what Wowbowski did. Wowbowski then hits a Vertical Suplex on Barry Burton and then goes for a cover. .1 .2 Barry kicks out. Hanibal picks Alexander up and throws him into the corner. He hits a couple of hard knife edge chops, and then changes position to hit some strong shoulder blocks. Hanibal then whips Alexander to the opposite turnbuckle. He charges in and goes for a Spear, but Alexander sidesteps him and Hanibal goes through the ropes and crashes Shoulder first into the ring post, and then falls to the outside. Alexander decides to leave Hanibal where he is and turns his attention to Wowbowski. He surprises him from behind with a hard clothesline. Alexander then drags him up to his feet and locks him in a sleeper from behind, then hits the Warriors Demise (Neck Crank). Barry is starting to get to his feet. He and Alexander exchange a few words, they seem to agree to double team Wowbowski. On the outside, Hanibal is just about standing when suddenly Kull appears, running down the ramp. He leaps onto the guard rail and skillfully runs across the guard rail and then dives at Hanibal taking him down with a Flying Cross Body. Referee Morgan Black has no clue as to what is going on behind him. Barry and Alexander pull Wowbowski up and then send him into the ropes before smashing him into the mat with a Double Spinebuster. Barry mounts him and pounds his face with hard rights while Alexander motions to Kull to let Hanibal go. Kull rolls Hanibal back into the ring and then ducks out of sight before Morgan Black sees him.
Dawg: Come on!! How the hell did the referee not see Kull interfering? It was so obvious!!!
Stanyer: He was obviously busy refereeing the match, these 4 ways are not easy to referee, he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head you know.
Dawg: He should get some implanted, because lets face it, these refs are completely useless.
Stanyer: I'll tell them you said that.
Dawg: Don't forget.
Alexander pulls Hanibal up and pushes him into the corner before hitting some rapid fire right hands. Alexander then pulls Hanibal out of the corner and sends him to the ropes. Alexander then forcefully plants Hanibal in the middle of the ring with a smooth Sidewalk Slam. Alexander hooks the leg. 1 2 . Hanibal kicks out. Barry has Wowbowski up and he then gut-wrenches him into a violent powerbomb. Barry covers, Morgan Black hasn't finished his count with Alexander, so Barry has to wait a moment, but then Morgan Black makes the count. ..1 .2 .. Wowbowski kicks out.
Stanyer: Barry may have got the win there had Morgan Black not been counting down Hanibal.
Dawg: It's a maybe, but only that.
Alexander pulls Hanibal up and then throws him to the outside. He then distracts the referee. Kull quickly moves in and begins to stomp down on Hanibal, but then Grimm comes running down the ramp to a chorus of boos, he is armed with a chair, and one shot lays out Kull. Alexander sees this and leaves the ring to go after Grimm, but Morgan Black also sees it and he goes out of the ring to try and break it up. In the ring Barry pulls the groggy Wowbowski up to his feet. He goes for the Seconds Out Combo. He hits three hard punches and then wins up for the knockout blow, but Wowbowski ducks it and then scores with a Russian Leg Sweep. Cossak Joe is running down to ringside, he tosses something towards Wowbowski, clearly their trademark Brass Knuckles. Wowbowski catches them in mid-air. Leroy comes charging down the ramp and takes out Cossak Joe with a Spinning Wheel Kick. In the ring Wowbowski floors Barry with the brass knucks. Leroy starts to get into the ring, but Wowbowski sends him flying with a brass knucks shot. Wowbowski finally covers Barry, Morgan Black sees the cover and leaves the carnage outside of the ring to make the count. .1 .2 .3!!!! On the outside, the brawl between the Gods of War and Canadian Kaos as spilled over into the crowd. They dissappear in the midst of the people while The Russians make their way up the ramp, victorious.
Stanyer: The Russians claim a victory, surprise, surprise, it wasn't a clean one.
Dawg: A win is a win, you know that, and lets face it, it's all that matters.
Stanyer: It'd be nice to see a clean wrestling match for once, but I guess that just isn't going to happen anytime soon.
Dawg: Perhaps we'll see one at Last Man Standing, you never know!!!
Stanyer: Maybe, but somehow, I doubt it.
Suddenly there is a loud cheer, on the ramp we can see why. Sue Plex has made her way onto the ramp, surprising The Russians. Armed with a steel chair she takes both of them out, much to the delight of the crowd. She kicks both of the Russians as she heads to the ring to check on her compatriots.
Johnny Mayhem is standing by with a microphone in hand and a very cheesy grin on his face.
Mayhem: You can all thank me later for this, but I have managed to get both Jason Hunt and Homicide here for a face to face interview. I am awaiting on the arrival of both of them at the current moment.
Mayhem stands around waiting and soon enough Jason Hunt shows up with a letter in his hand.
Hunt: Yo, Mayhem. I got this letter from ya saying to meet you here for some free pizza and drinks. So what's the deal?
Mayhem: Uh....about that.
Hunt: Hey, there's no pizza or drinks is there?
Mayhem: No but....
Just then Homicide comes up on the screen with a letter in his hand.
Homicide: Mayhem, you got the pizza?
Mayhem: Uh...no but...
Hunt: What the hell is this sack of shit doing here?
Homicide: Why if it isn't Mr. I never shut up Jason Hunt.
Hunt: Mayhem, you got some 'splaining to do.
Mayhem: Alright, I admit it there's no free pizza or drinks here for you guys. But I got something much better.
Homicide: Chicken wings?
Hunt: Ice cream?
Mayhem: No guys there is no food I brought you both here today to do a face to face interview.
Homicide: Suits me.
Hunt: Alrighty then. So who do you want to start or what?
Homicide: Shut the hell up Hunt.
Hunt: So Homicide, you say that you are the immovable force, huh? You seem to have some type of a problem with me and the way I address my JasonHolics.
Homicide: You damn right I do, it tears a hole in my stomach every time I have to listen you. It's pathetic the way you ramble on about your JasonHolics...it's even more pathetic you'd name them JasonHolics. Even more so you seem to believe you have fans.
Hunt: And you are Mr.Popular, aren't you Homicide? You want recognition, well bitch you ain't gettin' it from me. I don't respect you, I don't have to. What is there to respect from a guy that gets his fame from a match like Boston Massacre. Well Homicide, i've got news for you. I can actually wrestle, hell I am the best wrestler out their today. Something you are definately not.
Homicide: You sure seem to show it when you constantly have to hit low blows to get the advantage over your opponent. Face it Hunt, you can't beat anyone in a fair game.
Hunt: Homicide, you have to face the fact that this is going to be a straight wrestling match. Sure you can make all the excuses about me you want. How I hit low blows and cheat to win, but he fact of the matter is that I win don't I? I have beaten the top names, I took out Davey K. I turned the Playaz Club away from the war with the gWo. I did, because they couldn't hang with me, what makes you so sure that you can?
Homicide: It's a shame Hunt.
Hunt: What is?
Homicide: That you are so looked up in your own little dream world and you can't seem to face reality. You can keep denying it Hunt but you can not win against me. Your pathetic dream of winning the world title isn't going to come true anytime soon...
Homicide chuckles to himself.
Homicide: In fact, it's NEVER going to happen as long I am contending! You are all talk and cheap shots, and it will all be shot down when a REAL opponent faces you.."
Hunt: "If I wanted a REAL opponent, I'd face a member of the gWo.. That's where it is at, the culmi.."
Homicide: "And if I wanted a better opponent, one that actually talks to his talent level, I'd face Solo.."
Hunt: "He can't even talk!"
Homicide: "Then his skills don't lie, do they?"
Hunt begins to clench the muscles in his face, and he is intensifying in anger.
Hunt: "Are you doubting my skills? Let me remind you that I'm THE fastest rising superstar to EVER grace the Pelican Wres.."
Homicide: "It's just sad that you have to rely on your own compliments and bullshit lines to feel important.. I can see your head getting bigger each time you say that 'fastest-ever' crap, and yet, what has it earned you? A handful of victories over Davey K.. WHOOO! That's, uh, quite an accomplishment.."
Hunt: "Have you ever beaten him? Oh wait, that's right, you lost to Solo.."
Homicide becomes blushed some with the annoying reminder, and his teeth become gritted tighter than almost ever before.
Hunt: "And wait, you also lost to that midget, 'Pitbull' Parish.. You're one sad excuse of a 'Massacre' if you ask me.. And you said I was pathetic.."
Homicide: "Alright, that's it Hunt! You want to know why I am feared in this game, why I am respected? Try me! I will actually bring a fight instead of talking a good one!"
Hunt shoves Homicide, awaiting one returned while Homicide just stares at him shaking his head with a smirk.
Homicide: "I'm warning you, Hunt.. Like I have all else before I put them down.. You can try me, but I promise you that you wont get up!"
Hunt laughs and shoves him again. Homicide resists and just takes one step closer, shoulders out. As Hunt goes to shove him again, Homicide grabs his hands and pulls him onto his shoulders for a Somoan Drop into a nearby garbage can, knocking it over and denting it. Hunt rolls over slowly and sits up while Homicide taunts him vigorously. Hunt is making slow progress, so His Massacreness gets up in his face like a drill sergeant. Hunt looks up at him in a daze, but it's a phoney one and he kicks him below the belt, then as Homicide falters back on his knees, Hunt gets in a kick to the ribs to double him over. Homicide catches Hunt offguard with a spear, but doesn't get all of it as they both tumble to the ground, swapping mouted punches as they keep rolling over the advantage. The much larger Homicide surfaces on top and is delivering Boston Hospitality when a storm of security guards pull him off. Hunt charges at The Massacre when able, and gets in a version of the spear of his own while the crowds separate the two while threats are exchanged.
Hunt: "Yeah *gasp* that's right! Be *gasp* happy they pulled *gasp* me off of you.."
Homicide: "Keep talking, b*tch.. It will only make what I do to you that much more of a REALITY check!"
Hunt: *gasps* "Reality check?"
Homicide: "Like a big slap in the face!"
Hunt tried to break free but to no avail, and the camera cuts back to the arena.
Stanyer: Well the competition in the Last Man Standing has been upped yet another notch. Our two semi-finals could easily steal the show long before the grande finale.
Dawg: This is what happens when someone puts a World Title shot on the line, everyone wants it, and now you have four of the PWF's best gunning for it. There was bound to be an incident sooner rather than later.
Stanyer: Well it is almost time for our main event, after this commercial, we will be set.
Dawg: Wait!! I'm told that DarkStorm is on his way to the ring.
Stanyer: DarkStorm? Interesting, I guess he has something he needs to say.
The lights dim, and suddenly "Click Click Boom" By Salvia hits, from the entry way comes DarkStorm. He is wearing a new T-Shirt that says on the front, that says "Are You Ready?". Storm stops at the top of the entry way and looks up toward the rafters almost as if looking to see something, or even someone. He looks back down, and focuses his attention toward the ring. He then sprints down toward teh ring sliding in under the bottom rope, and then running over to the oppsite turnbuckle and jumps to the second rope and and around to the crowd, he jumps down and rub over to the other turnbuckle and throws his hands up. He jumps down, and walks over to the ring hand, and asks for a mic
DarkStorm: "There was once a man, a man who distroyed another form the inside out.........."
Storm paces around the ring then gets fixated on the entry way
DarkStorm: "You see, it will happen again, so it shall come to pass, I'm talking about you, I took you and your group down before, and now you try to come back, with a weak version of us, they are nothing compared to me, or even the others"
Storm turns around and the back of his shirt reads- "Their Coming!"
DarkStorm: "You see, your little clut is a waste, a waste of the word shadow, do you even know who has been watching you for the last couple of weeks..................you shall know soon"
Storm focuses back toward to entry way
DarkStorm: "The tim eis coming Bloodbath, I have defeated you twice already, and your groups have been nothing in comparison to me and the rest, so now I am coming for you, I am coming to claim my rightful place, but I ask you Bloodbath, do you think you will ever be able to beat me, and the Alliance"
DarkStorm turns to give to mic back When....
"Her Ghost in the Fog" begins to play throughout the arena as Bloodbath walks out from behind the curtain. He has a microphone in hand. As he approaches the top of the ramp, he stops and coldly stares at DarkStorm, standing in the middle of the ring.
Bloodbath: "DarkStorm, what the hell are you babbling about out here? Saying how I have never beaten you and talking about how The Cult is not dark. That is bullshit! I don't see you being all dark and gothic out here. You have no right to say anything about us. And don't even bring up the old days when the New Brood and the AoD were around. That was a setup and you guys pulled your little stunts. But, in the end, who was left and who wasn't? That's right. Bloodbath is still here. But where are the others? I won't mention names, but I don't see any of them wrestling out here night in and night out."
Bloodbath pauses and watches as DarkStorm looks to be getting frustrated. As DarkStorm raises the microphone to speak, Bloodbath cuts him off and continues his speech.
Bloodbath: "You know what, DarkStorm? I think I will just have to prove to you who is really the true dark one here in the PWF. I did some research and saw that neither one of us are scheduled for Last Man Standing, so why don't I prove it to you then? And until LMS, watch your back!"
Bloodbath drops the microphone and heads back through the curtain..
Stanyer: Well it looks like the Last Man Standing card is just about complete. But now it is time for our Main Event, where Gambino & Davey K will team up to take on MVD & Sabre. This one should be a match for the ages.
Dawg: Yeah, it will be, it'll be the day MVD ended Gambino's career.
"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.
"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 PWF World Heavyweight Champion and "The Real F'n Show" MATT VAN DAM.
Before "Voices" by Disturbed 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
The arena lights dim as "I Stand Alone" by Godsmack blares through the sound system. The Gambino logo flashes across the tron screen, as various highlights from Gambino's career are shown. Red lights flash throughout the arena, creating a strobe light effect. More red lights shine upon the stage, near the entrance area. A spot light aims towards the entrance, as Gambino steps forward onto the stage and into the light. He walks further onto the stage, stopping at the top of the ramp. He raises his arms in the air as if to celebrate, then makes his way down the ramp. Once he reaches the ring, he climbs in and walks to a corner. He climbs the turnbuckle and looks out over the crowd as he once again raises his arms to the air. He then climbs down from the turnbuckle and awaits the beginning of the match.
James: Introducing, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 245lbs, ANTONIO GAMBINO
Report: Gambino wants to start the match out with MVD, but he seems to be refusing, Sabre is the man waiting for the match to begin. Gambino speaks to Davey and they swap positions, suddenly MVD comes through the ropes and attacks Davey K to start the match out. Sabre grins as he steps through the ropes to the apron. Gambino is furious on the apron. MVD throws Davey into a neutral corner and smashes his face with rapid right hands. MVD then whips Davey to the opposite corner and then charges in looking for a Monkey Flip, but Davey comes out like a bullet and levels MVD with a stiff clothesline. Davey then cradles MVD's head as he batters it with hard right hands. Davey pulls MVD up and then sends him to the ropes before flattening him with a Back Elbow. Davey pulls MVD to his feet and then sets him up and delivers a nice Vertical Suplex, he hangs on and drags MVD to his feet a 2nd time to deliver another Vertical Suplex. Davey hangs on again and pulls MVD up for a third suplex. MVD is groggy and Davey changes the position of his feet so he can execute the Falcon Arrow instead of a Suplex. He then goes for a cover. 1 .2 . MVD kicks out. Davey gets up and goes over to tag in Gambino, who badly wants to get his hands on MVD. But as Gambino steps through the ropes, MVD manages to make a tag to Sabre.
Stanyer: Would you look at that, Gambino gets in the ring, and guess who leaves, MVD.
Dawg: Come on, MVD had no idea that Gambino was going to get in the ring, he'd taken a few moves, so he needs a rest, he's not avoiding Gambino in any way.
Stanyer: He won't be able to next Sunday, Gambino will be unavoidable.
Gambino sends a few unfriendly words MVD's way before he turns his attention to Sabre. The two of them circle around the ring. Gambino fakes a tie up, and instead catches Sabre clean on the face with a powerful right hand. Gambino then hits Sabre with a strong European Uppercut, sending him backwards into the ropes. Gambino then whips Sabre to the opposite side and charges in to ground Sabre-Air with a vicious clothesline. Gambino pulls Sabre up and hooks him in a headlock and then bashes him clean on the top of the head with a right hand. Sabre staggers backwards into the corner. Gambino comes in with a couple of right hands before beginning to crush Sabre down into the corner with some hard stomps to the chest. Once Sabre is down in the corner, Gambino uses his foot to choke Sabre for as long as he can, until Mark Johnson gives him a 5 count. Gambino gives Sabre one last kick in the face before he pulls him to his feet. He holds him in a headlock and goes over to Davey K to make the tag. Davey delivers a hard hook punch to Sabre's gut before Gambino releases him and steps to the apron. Davey K boots Sabre in the gut and then delivers the Playaz Push (X-Factor). He then covers. 1 ..2 MVD comes in to break up the count. MVD and Gambino exchange a few words as Mark Johnson pushes MVD back to his corner. Davey mounts Sabre and bashes him with a couple of right hands before pulling him to his feet. Davey lifts Sabre up, suplex style, and then dumps him on the top rope. Davey climbs up and stands Sabre up, he then stands on the top rope, ready for a Superplex, but Sabre manages to get in a few blows to the gut, and then pushes Davey off the top rope. Davey quickly gets to his feet, but Sabre dives off and scores with a Perfect Spinning Wheel Kick. Both men stay down.
Stanyer: Could we see both MVD and Gambino in the ring at the same time? If both men make tags, then that is what we will see!!
Dawg: You really can't wait for LMS can you? Your like the kid in a sweet shop who has no money, and is hoping the shopkeeper will give him something for free. Well guess what? It ain't gonna happen.
Stanyer: Who's to say it won't happen?
Dawg: Because if MVD and Gambino get it on tonight, there won't be anything left of Gambino for LMS, so it's best that they stay apart tonight.
Stanyer: I wouldn't be so confident.
Dawg: With someone like MVD, it's easy to be confident.
Sabre is the first to make a tag to MVD, who storms into the ring and manages to grab Davey's foot before he can make a tag. Davey tries to wriggle free, he is literally inches from making a tag, but MVD drags him back into the middle of the ring and drops him before delivering a couple of hard stomps to the gut. MVD pulls Davey up and hits a couple of hard forearms. He then sends him to the ropes before snapping him overhead with a Belly to Belly Suplex. MVD then stands over Davey and performs the Old Man Stink, before mounting him to pound his face with right hands. MVD then covers. ..1 2 .. Davey kicks out. MVD pulls Davey up and throws him into the gWo corner. He makes a tag to Sabre and then goes over towards Gambino and does an arrogant Two Thumb Taunt, shouting "Mu Ha Ha" as he does so. Gambino goes crazy and tries to get in the ring, but Mark Johnson intercepts him and uses all his strength to stop Gambino getting in the ring. Meanwhile Sabre and MVD double team Davey with stomps in the corner. MVD slides out of the ring and then uses the bottom rope to choke Davey K while Sabre stomps on his back. Finally Mark Johnson turns back to the match and Gambino remains on the apron. The ref admonishes MVD, who holds his hands up as if to say he was innocent, and then gets back on the apron. Sabre pulls Davey up to his feet and then sends him to the ropes, where he scores with a High Spinning Wheel Kick. Davey staggers up to his feet. Sabre goes behind him and hits a technically perfect Snap German Suplex with a bridge. ..1 .2 .. Gambino comes in and breaks up the count. MVD comes in and forearms Gambino, sending him rolling out of the ring. Gambino gets up quickly and tries to get back in the ring, but Mark Johnson blocks him, much to the anger of the crowd. Sabre and MVD quickly drag Davey up to his feet and then MVD lifts Davey onto his shoulders. Sabre climbs to the top rope and then dives off taking Davey down with a Doomsday Bulldog. MVD covers as Sabre leaves the ring. Mark Johnson hears MVD's call and turns around to make the count. ..1 2 . Davey just gets his shoulder up. MVD stands and waits for Davey to start getting up, he then delivers the Van-Dam Asser (FameAsser). He then goes over and tags in Sabre, who quickly runs across the apron to climb to the top rope. He stands up and signals for the 450. Sabre-Air takes flight, but Davey moves out of the way and Sabre-Air suffers a crash landing. Both men stay down.
Stanyer: Now we surely will see Gambino and MVD collide, this will be a moment to savour.
Dawg: It's a shame, I was looking forward to the LMS main event, but oh well, I guess the end of Gambino can happen now instead of the PPV.
Stanyer: I think the LMS main event will happen even if Gambino is in a coma, he'll have paid someone to bring him to the ring!!!
Dawg: Yeah, right, like there would be a point in that.
Stanyer: Well according to you, there is no point in Gambino even turning up at LMS, he's already lost!!
Dawg: That's true, oh well, no matter.
Sabre makes the tag to MVD first, the crowd rises in anticipation as Davey dives to make the tag to Gambino. A tremendous roar rings around the arena as the two men finally collide. MVD charges in, but Gambino explodes on him with haymaker. MVD quickly gets back up, but Gambino pounds him with right hands and then sends him to the ropes. Gambino crashes into MVD with a stunning clothesline that almost takes him down as well. Sabre tries to attack Gambino, but he quickly spins around and hits In Harm's Way (Sambo Suplex) on Sabre. Davey is back to his feet and he goes after Sabre to keep him occupied. Gambino pulls MVD up and lifts him over his shoulder and then snake eyes him on the top rope, to yet another loud cheer from the crowd. Gambino spear tackles MVD into the corner where he pounds his face with right hands. Gambino then begins to aggressively stomp MVD down, in fact he will not stop kicking MVD. Mark Johnson tries to stop him, but Gambino has a firm grip on the top rope for balance. Gambino now begins to choke MVD with his boot. Finally it is Sabre, breaking free of Davey's attacks for a moment to club Gambino across the back. Davey spins Sabre around and boots him in the gut and then hits the Pimpin Bomb (Evenflow DDT). Gambino recovers from Sabre's blow and then pulls MVD up. He hooks both arms and then delivers a Double Arm DDT. He then mounts MVD and pounds his face with stiff right hands. The crowd is at fever pitch. Gambino pulls MVD to his feet, he boots him in the gut and signals for a Piledriver, but MVD drops to his knees and hits a low blow. Both men stay down for a moment. MVD manages to recover, he grabs Gambino and looks set to deliver The Sexiest Move, when Gambino suddenly knees MVD in the gut, he then spins around and plants MVD with the Gambino Facebuster. Gambino hooks the leg. ..1 2 .3!!!!!!! At around this time, Davey K plants Sabre with the Superstar Slam (Pedigree).
Stanyer: Is this what we will see Sunday!!! Gambino has crushed MVD, and Davey K has made a huge dent in Sabre's ego.
Dawg: This is no preview of anything, it was just pure luck, you will see nothing like this next Sunday. Nothing at all.
Stanyer: Well Gambino has made his point quite clear, he dominated MVD almost completely. Let's hope for more of the same at LMS.
Dawg: Gambino will need a lot more if he is to beat MVD next week.
Stanyer: Well folks, we are out of time, see you next week.
The final shot is of Gambino & Davey K celebrating to the loud roars of the crowd while the two gWo members are flat out in the middle of the ring.