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The Pyramid
Memphis, Tennessee
Sunday, 13th October 2002
Attendance: 23,362
We see flashbacks from last weeks show, opening with the Jason Hunt interfering in the presentation ceremony. We then cut to Mr Pellington telling Hunt that he is fired.
Suddenly we cut to Sandstorm v Davey K, when we see Golgotha about to hit Sandstorm with the Golden Bible, the camera then freezes as we see sudden flashbacks of arguments between Sandstorm and Golgotha, and then we cut back to see Golgotha laying out Sandstorm with the Golden Bible.
Now we cut to the Main Event, namely the brawl at the end. The camera zooms in close when Parish delivers the Jaw Dropper to Law Hiyabusa. Then it goes into slow motion as Sabre pulls the Sledgehammer from underneath the ring. As Sabre delivers each shot, we get a sudden burst from the music and then the picture freezes for a moment then continues. Finally we see Sabre destroying Davey K's knee. The gWo are all that is left standing as the camera spirals away and fades to black.
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 Pyramid, 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 Pyramid in Memphis, Tennessee for Sunday Night Havoc, LIVE!!!
Dawg: If this weeks show is anything like last week, we are in for one hell of a hectic ride.
Stanyer: I just hope you've stopped moaning about Hunt.
Dawg: He didn't deserve to be fired!!!
Stanyer: He was given fair warning, it's his own fault!!
Dawg: Rubbish, he should have been praised for what he did.
Stanyer: Well, I do have some news for the people watching this show. I have an update on Davey K who, as you all know, was beaten down last week by the gWo, mostly Sabre.
Dawg: That was entertainment.
Stanyer: Anyway, Davey K has suffered a bad knee injury, and will be out for an undetermined amount of time. It could be two weeks, it could be two months, we don't know yet, but we will over time.
Dawg: Good, I for one will be glad to see the back of that idiot.
Stanyer: I hate you.
Dawg: Ah, time to get the show under way, The great man himself is on his way to the ring, none other than "Matt Van Dam".
The arena turns pitch black and the ground goes silent. Suddenly the intro to Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck by Dry Kill Logic hits the sound system and a flashing green light appears on the rampway. Standing in the darkness is none other than PWF World Champion Matt Van Dam with the PWF World Title cradled over his shoulder. His figure vanishes into the shadows and reappears in between the flickering of the green light. After a few moments the darkness lifts and the arena is lit up again to the dazzle of camera flashes. The camera focuses in on MVD who is standing at the peak of the rampway. He is rubbing his chin smugly as he takes in the adulation or lack of it from the crowd. He then starts to make his way towards the ring. He jumps onto the ring apron cat-like and then slings himself over the top rope and into the ring where he signals to ringside for a microphone, which is duly tossed towards him..... his music pauses and he beings to speak...
MVD:-My my how the tables have turned! For the very first time the very life of the PWF is in serious jeopardy! When I first brought the gWo here nearly 2 years ago, nobody could have for-seen the impact we would have on this company. But I've been saying it all along, we have the best wrestlers, we have the most talent, we're smarter, more sophisticated and downright more dangerous than any other entity to have ever entered this sport! Just take a look at the damage we caused last week for instance......... guys roll the fucking tape!
MVD rolls footage of the events that plagued the main event of Havoc 44. The clip begins with the PWF representatives seemingly outnumbering the gWo counter-parts until Sabre makes his way to the ring, SledgeHammer in hand and begins to clear the ring with vicious hammer shots. The scene then closes with MVD holding down Superstar Davey K the newly founded PWF United States Champion as Sabre drives the Hammer into his knee! The video fades out with the agonising screams of the Superstar!.....
MVD:-See......even with our backs to the wall, even with the odds stacked against us the gWo prevails once again and right now I would like to introduce the man who turned the tide, the man who single-handedly destroyed the PWF's dreams with his bare hands......SABRE!
MVD points towards the curtains as Sabre's music hits........
"Brand New Hate" by the Backyard Babies fires up and the crowd boos as Sabre, donned in his new 'I did it MY WAY' T-shirt, begins to strut to the ring. He grins cockily at the fans at ringside before leaping onto the mat, climbing through the ropes and spinning in place, arms extended and head held high taking in all the negativity. Listening to the roar of the crowd he snatches a mic from a ring official...
Sabre: 'Oh yeah!'
Crowd: 'boooo!'
Sabre: 'I said ohhhh yeah!'
Crowd: 'booooooo!!!'
Sabre: 'Now I don't want to sound like I'm putting tickets on myself or anything...'
Sabre grins as the 'asshole' chant slowly rises to capacity. He continues, raising his voice to drown the crowd out...
Sabre: 'It sounds like there's a few people unhappy with the way I kicked some arse last week on Havoc! Well, no doubt we'll see some idiot come out here and interrupt my grand speech to steal some thunder so I'll make this quick... oh, and if you've got some sort of problem with the way I took care of business last week... then consult our wise boss. You see, that display of power? It wouldn't have happened last night if he'd simply given the fans what they want... Sabre in a one on one match up with ANYONE. Instead, he tells the best product professional wrestling has ever SEEN to pack his bags and go home... Who the HELL does he think he is giving the best fighting champion this federation has the night off?! And furthermore... SHUT UP!!!'
The crowd's jeering finally get to Sabre and they cheer loudly when he blows his top, walking around the ring telling people in the front rows to shut their mouths while getting red in the face. He gets a minor amount of composure to him, raising the mic to his lips, but his comments gets more heated...
Sabre: 'Who the hell was it that decided Davey K gets a US title shot before me? Huh? I get treated like crap around here while idiots like him get title shot after title shot. What did you think I was going to do? Shrug my shoulders and say 'oh well. Maybe next week I'll get a match'... Well not this little black duck. Y'see there's a REASON I'm the hitman of the gwo. And last week I sent a message out to all those damn posers who think they can get the best of us. You want to run your mouth off about us? You get a shot to the head. Simple as that. And Davey K... the 'superstar' that he is... well, I think I just proved to the World where that US title truly belongs. Not only that... but I thought while I was at it I'd shut the mouths of a few guys in the back who think they're better than the gwo... Homicide? You'd better hope BP3 has wheelchair access. And Gambino? How's that head man. Maybe the sledge shot will give you some sense and you'll go crawling to Armageddon, let alone challenging The Man to a match tonight...
The arena blackens and the opening cords of "Debonaire" 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 back and forth across the platform with a microphone in hand and a gritted look upon his face. When the cheers die down he holds the mic up to his lips and unclenches his teeth, ready to express his view on the whole situation while competing in a dead-lock stare with his two nemesis' in the ring.
Homicide: "One man down means another must step up, and right now, it's my turn to retake my place in this rebellion against the Green World Order! Matt, Sabre, and etc. of the gWo, you guys have week-in and week-out showed that, together, you are a viable threat, but with that respect comes a target across your chests, because my respect is only given to those whom I must conquer! One thing that you have acquired in your conquests is that very strap which you pose, oh, so nicely with, Mr. Van Dam, and I think it's great that you're prepared with picture ID of your accomplishments.. Smile extra nice for me on the next one, you know why? 'Cuz it'll be the last fucking picture you'll ever take with the golden gleam around your waist! That title should already have my name listed next to its prowess, and because of meddling morons like yourself, it belongs to you!"
As The Massacre says this, he points grudgingly toward MVD, and then continues his prophecy.
Homicide: "But, I'm sure that it's great for you - you're welcome - you've earned the ass-whupping that you'll receive come Baloola Palooza Three! It'll be yet another example of why thou SHALL NOT fuck with His Massacreness!! Yet another time an arrogant punk walks in with a swagger and leaves on a stretcher, all at the hands of me! You have had plenty of time to RECOGNIZE me shredding through the ranks, even yours, Matt, but I guess confidence is your weakness, and let this blindness be your handicap.. Or one of which you will leave the squared-circle with.. For when the stakes are high, streaks must die! Your run is going ramped and it's time for an abrupt HALT!! A Boston Massacre! REALIZATION!! ..You have brought this upon yourself, and perhaps you will fall victim like Kevin Cage, Travis Right, and be gone like the "fastest rising superstar ever." Let's just see where your talking gets you.."
Homicide swings his stare to Sabre now, and the crease of pleasure across His Massacreness's face is priceless. Sabre notices and averts his eyes noticeably at the man whom defeated him at Last Man Standing for the Number One Contendership.
Homicide: "And speaking of people who have talked things upon themselves, Sabre, I believe that you wanted a bit of revenge in the from of a match.. Well, I'm sorry, but it wont be Gambino will be answering this challenge, for I have beaten him to it! Correct, senior, tonight it will be you versus me in a rematch of the L-M-S finale, and once again, you will feel the wrath of what I possess! And whether you bring the sledgehammer or not, no matter.. I never disappoint my fans nor my urges.."
Sabre lifts the microphone up to his lips, but Homicide beats him to the punch line.
Homicide: "..And right now, they want you to be the beginning of the gWo's end!"
The crowd is standing loud and proud for this Massacre while MVD begins to speak, and again, Homicide silences.
Homicide: "..Don't feel left out, Matt, it wants you NEXT!! Do you know what that means? Eh? That means this MASSACRE will be UNLEASHED, and not EVEN YOU, will SURVIVE!!!!!!"
The crowd explodes in cheers as "Debonaire" hits the speakers once again, and His Massacreness exits with a sinister sneer upon his face and a lethal look in his eyes, focusing on what awaits tonight against Sabre, the beginning of the end for the gWo.
The cameras cut to the backstage area, where we see Gambino walking down the hall. He's carrying his bag of wrestling gear, and still wearing his leather jacket, so one can only assume that he's just arrived. He's still wearing a bandage on his head from the injuries suffered at last weeks Havoc. He is having a conversation with someone on his cellular phone
Gambino:I don't know. I haven't seen him since the beginning of Havoc last week. He just disappeared.
Ted Tedison comes running up to Gambino holding a microphone
Tedison: Gambino! Gambino!
Gambino: Hold on a second....
Gambino pulls the phone from his ear for a moment
Gambino: What is it Tedison? Can you not see that I'm on the phone here?
Tedison: Sorry. I just wanted to let you know that Sabre and Homicide have been booked in a match against each other tonight.
Gambino: And?
Tedison: It is known that you wanted a match with Sabre this week as a form of retaliation for hitting you with the sledgehammer.
Gambino: Homicide got to him first, so that just means Sabre gets two ass kicking's, right?
Tedison: Ermm, I suppose so.
Gambino: Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some business to attend to.
Tedison leaves as Gambino continues walking, and talking on his phone until he comes to a door that reads Gambino on it
Gambino: Okay. No problem. If you see him, or if you hear from him, tell him to call me. Thanks
Gambino turns off the phone and places it in his jacket pocket. He then opens his locker room door and walks in. A look appears on his face as if he's just seen a ghost. The cameras turn so that we may see what Gambino has seen. It's Outlaw! He's tied to a chair and bleeding profusely, and his clothes are tattered and torn. Gambino rushes to his aide
Gambino: Outlaw! What the fuck happened! Someone get some help! Security! Bring help!
Gambino begins untying Outlaw from the chair and helps him to the floor. The door swings open and security, along with a couple of EMT's rush in to help out
EMT: What happened to him?
Gambino: I don't know, I just got here!
The EMT's are now at Outlaws side helping him, while Gambino watches in the background. He is absolutely furious
Gambino: I know who did this. I know exactly who did this.
Security Guard: Who do you think did it?
Gambino: A fucking dead man.
Gambino rushes out of the locker room past security and runs down the hall
Stanyer: Well now at least we find out what happened to Outlaw last week. Or the results of what happened to him.
Dawg: He obviously got what he deserved.
Stanyer: Someone did that to him, I guess Gambino has his own theory, and we all know who he suspects.
Dawg: Who?
Stanyer: Don't play dumb with me.
Dawg: Matt didn't do this!!! It's not his style.
Stanyer: Oh come on, this is a man who'd mess with Gambino's wife, I think he'd do it without blinking twice.
Dawg: Bah, an insult.
Stanyer: Well, we'll finish this discussion later, we have a match to call now. This match was originally announced as Inmate v Brian Lee, however since it was announced, The Perfect Outlaw has somehow found his way into the match, and it is now a Triple Threat Match.
Credit: Sandstorm
Report: The match starts out with Inmate immediately attacking Lee as he takes him down and starts to level him with a flurry of vicious shots to the head. TPO rushes over before the ref gets a chance and spears Inmate off of Lee, sending Inmate down to the outside. TPO then sends a few choice words down to Inmate as Lee sneaks behind him and rolls him up in a school boy, the ref counts, 1 easy kick out by TPO. Lee gets up quick and stomps TPO in the gut a few times, then picks him up and throws him to the ropes. As TPO hits the ropes, Inmate, who just got up, wraps his arms around TPO's legs and drags him to the outside of the ring. He picks TPO up and violently whips him into the steel steps. Inmate spits on him then focuses his attention to Lee who is running across the ring and over the ropes. Inmate tries to move out of the way but he doesn't have time as he gets nailed with a Cross Body Block to the outside. Lee gets up and the fans give him a warm reception for the excellent move. Lee picks up Inmate and rolls him into the ring. Lee rolls into the ring after Inmate and locks in a sleeper hold. Inmate struggles with the submission as his eyes gradually start to close. Suddenly, Inmate's eyes flash wide open and gets a crazy look in them. He shoots to his feet with Lee still attached to him and hip tosses Lee with authority. Inmate walks over to Lee and drives an elbow directly into his jugular. Inmate goes for the pin, 1 2 ..Nobody sees TPO who is standing perched on the top rope as he drops a leg over the back of Inmate's head to stop the three count.
Stanyer: Wow! Inmate almost had this match won, but what an excellent save by TPO.
Dawg: I have to hand it to him, that was some leg drop.
Lee is just starting to get up as is TPO. They are both to their feet and they look down at Inmate. They smile and pick him up. They whip Inmate to the ropes and connect with a double dropkick. Lee then picks up Inmate and grabs his arms and puts them behind his back. He then signals to TPO, who takes a few steps back, and stretches out for a superkick which Inmate ducks, and connects directly with Lee's jaw! Lee drops in pain and rolls out of the ring. TPO throws a punch at Inmate, and Inmate throws one right back at him. They exchange shots for a few moments until Inmate nails knee to the gut. Inmate then turns him around, locks his arms, and connects with the "Jail Breaker" (Bubba Bomb). TPO bounces off of the canvas as Inmate sadistically smiles. Inmate picks TPO up and whips him to the ropes, connecting with a huge boot to the face on the way back. Inmate then drops down to his knees and locks in "The Noose" (Sleeper Variation). TPO tries to fight the move but Inmate just squeezes tighter, causing TPO to slowly fall to the mat. After a couple minutes, the ref drops down and checks on TPO, who doesn't look to be conscious. The ref grabs his arm, lifts it, and it drops, 1, the ref grabs it again, lifts it, it drops, 2, the ref grabs it again, lifts up, and Lee gets in the ring at the last second and hits a quick dropkick to Inmate's head. Inmate immediately lets go of TPO and holds his face in pain. TPO just rolls into the corner of the ring and lies there motionless. Lee quickly climbs up to the top rope and gets Inmate in his sights and dives of the top rope with "State Of Suicide" (Rounding Moonsault) and connects perfectly. He stays on for the count, 1 ..2 NO! Inmate kicks out at the last possible second.
Stanyer: Very close call for Inmate there, the youngster almost stole this match from him.
Dawg: Ah who cares, no one can fly like MVD anyways, so what's the point?
Lee picks up Inmate and whips him into the corner. He lifts Inmate up on the top rope, obviously trying to set up something huge. He rolls Inmate over to his back and yells to the crowd. He takes a deep breath and jumps of the top with the "Mind Relapse" (Super Samoan Drop), but at the last possible second, Inmate reverses the move into a huge top rope neckbreaker! The two men hit the mat hard and both stay down. TPO, who is just coming to, sees the carnage in the ring and tries his hardest to get up. He finally does and runs over to Lee for the pin, 1 2 .3! NO!! Lee just kicks out and TPO cannot believe it! TPO screams out an obscenity and pushes him down for another pin, 1 .2 ..kick out by Lee a little quicker this time. He gets up to his knees and shakes his head. He then looks at Inmate who is winded from the move, and decided to try to pin Inmate. He rolls onto him, 1 ..2 ..Inmate kicks out with authority, body pressing TPO to the other side of the ring. Inmate gets up and walks towards TPO. He picks him up and slams him down to the mat hard. He picks him up again and picks him up in a torture rack position on his shoulders. He jumps up and down for a few second to hurt TPO's ribs, then goes for the "Victimizer" (Reverse DVD), but TPO rolls off of his shoulders and behind him. TPO turns Inmate around, only to receive a boot to the gut, followed by the "Death Sentence" (Stunner)! Inmate falls because of exhaustion and now everyone in the ring is down. Inmate finally finds some strength and rolls over for the pin on TPO, 1 .2 .3! NO!!!!! Somehow TPO kicks out and Inmate gets up furiously! Inmate storms over to the ref and gets in his face. He swears at the ref and surprisingly, the ref stands his ground and shoves Inmate back a few steps. Inmate turns his head and smiles, he then wrenches around and clocks the ref square in the face. Inmate then walks over to TPO and Lee and start to relentlessly stomp on them. The ref finally comes to and calls for the bell. Inmate turns around and is shocked that the ref disqualified him. He starts to swear at him once again and this time, the ref is smart enough to leave the ring. Inmate then kicks the ropes and starts to scream.
Stanyer: Looks like Inmate lost this one.
Dawg: What an idiot! He just cost himself a match that he could of easily won!
Inmate is having a fit in the ring as TPO and Lee are standing behind him. They grab him and give him a double vertical suplex to the center of the ring. TPO then signals to Lee and he nods. They both head up to opposite turnbuckles and taunt the crowd. Then, Lee jumps off with the "Guillotine Lee" (Guillotine Leg Drop) at the same time as TPO jumps off with a huge body splash! Inmate crumples in the ring as Splinter rushes in through the crowd with a chair. Before Lee or TPO can react, they are leveled with two vicious chair shots to the head. Lee and TPO roll out of the ring as Splinter checks on Inmate.
Stanyer: What a show of teamwork by Brian Lee and TPO, I'm predicting that this isn't the last time we see them together.
Dawg: I can't wait to see how Inmate reacts to this!
The cameras cut backstage, and we see Gambino quickly making his way through the halls. He grabs a metal pipe on his way, and gives it a quick look and a nod. He then continues walking. He comes to a door that says gWo, and immediately kicks the door open. MVD, Sabre, and The Russians are in side and they all quickly jump from their seated positions.
Gambino: You son of a bitch....
Gambino charges in the room at MVD and whacks him right in the head with the pipe. Sabre rushes to MVD's aide, only to catch a shot with the pipe as well. The Russians rush towards Gambino, but he holds up the pipe and they stop, fearing the dreaded shot from the pipe. Gambino holds them at bay, then security rush in and grab him, causing him to drop the pipe on the ground
Security#1: Come on Gambino, let's go!
Gambino is struggling with the two security guards, and finally breaks free. He rushes at MVD who is trying to pull himself up, and he kicks him in the head, knocking him to the floor again. He then kicks him in the stomach again before the security guards grab him. They slap some handcuffs on him and drag him away, the whole time Gambino shouting at MVD and the gWo
Dawg: Well that was intelligent.
Stanyer: That was Gambino trying to give MVD exactly what he deserves, an ass kicking all the way to hell.
Dawg: Bah, don't know what your talking about.
Stanyer: I'm being told that Gambino has been formally arrested and is being escorted to a police station as we speak. Outlaw is now on his way to a local medical facility. We'll keep you all posted.
'Mamma Said Knock You Out' Hits, and Barry and Leroy emerge on the ramp. They are wearing both their PWF Tag Team Championship belts, and looks of grim determination. They walk straight down the aisle, staring straight ahead and ignoring the sounds of the crowd's cheers. They quickly get in the ring.
Leroy: Cut the music!
The music stops.
Barry: OK, we have something to say. Last week a heinous act was carried out.
Leroy: Last week, Sue, our erstwhile friend, valet, manager and bodyguard was brutally attacked and our locker room wrecked.
Barry: First off, Sue is still in hospital, but she will be OK. However, she will need a lot of rest to fully recover and so she won't be released for a least a couple of weeks.
Leroy: However, that isn't why we are here. We are here to let everyone know something.
Barry: that is right. You see these belts?
They hold up their Tag Team Titles tot eh cheers of the crowd.
Leroy: These belts belong to Brutal Force, and therefore they also belong to Team: Brutal Force.
Barry: And these belts aren't just large pieces of gold that look tremendous on us. Oh No, they are symbols.
Leroy: They symbolise the blood, sweat and tears we shed to win them. They symbolise the effort Team: Brutal force put into winning them...
Barry: But most of all they symbolise the fact that you don't fuck with Team: Brutal Force!!
Leroy: But it seems somebody in the back doesn't quite get it. They don't seem to understand that the only thing hurting one of Team: Brutal Force does is to royally piss off the rest of the Team.
Barry: And that somebody is the Russians. That's right, we are talking to you, you Russkie bastards. Get your moronic asses down to the ring, RIGHT NOW! We want everyone to see what happens to people like you. People who are to stupid to get it in your thick skulls that pissing us off isn't a smart thing to do.
Leroy: And after your beating, you will look up at us from the mat and you will call... me...
Deep breath.
The crowd shouts
Crowd: BBBBBRRRRRUUUUUCCCCCEEEEE!!!!!
But Leroy just shakes his head.
Leroy: No, they won't call me Bruce. They won't call me anything. Because...
Barry: it's hard to talk with a broken jaw. What's the hold up? If we have to come back there it is going to go a hell of a lot worse for you. Get your no-good, cowardly, sons of bitches selves out here now!!!
Almost on cue, "Du Hast" by Rammstein hits the speakers. Out walks Wowbowski and Cossak Joe, collectively, The Russians. Wowbowski has a mic in his hands.
Wowbowski: "I don't know where you Americanski's get zese ideas from? We did not hurt your lady."
Wowbowski passes the mic to Cossak Joe
Cossak: "Yea, we in the gWo locker room, drinking russian vodka."
Wowbowski snatches the mic off Cossak and then slaps him around the back of the head
Wowbowski: "Do not tell ze Americanski's these things, they think we idiots!!"
Cossak bows his head in shame
Wowbowski: "Ve have nothing to do with ze attack, but if there is a fight, then the Russians will fight!!!"
Wowbowski tosses the mic away and he and Cossak head down to the ring to start the match.
Credit: Brendan Seeley
Report: Cossak Joe and Barry Burton start out the match. They tie up and push each other aggressively. Barry breaks free from the tie-up and then body tackles Cossak to the ground and then begins pounding his face with punches, he then uses his other hand to hit stiff punches to the kidneys, Cossak manages to shove Barry off him and get to his feet. Barry scores with a couple of stiff rights knocking him into the TBF corner. He tags in his partner, Leroy, and the two then sends Cossak into the ropes and then drills him into the mat with a Flapjack. Leroy makes a cover. 1 .. Wowbowski breaks up the pinfall attempt. Leroy pulls Cossak up, but he slides behind him and then hits a Back Drop. Cossak quickly gets in a tag to Wowbowski. He catches Leroy on his way to his feet and drills him with a stiff right hand. Wowbowski then hits a high Suplex on Leroy. Wowbowski pulls Leroy up and throws him into the corner. He drills him with two hard right hands and then follows it up with a succession of strong Shoulder Blocks. Wowbowski then pulls Leroy out and sends him to the ropes before planting him with a Side Slam. Wowbowski hooks the leg. 1 ..2 . Leroy kicks out. Wowbowski pulls Leroy up to his feet and holds him in a headlock as he tags in Cossak. The two send Leroy to the ropes and look like they are going to hit a Flapjack, but instead smash Leroy down with a hard Double Spinebuster.
Stanyer: Russians want those titles back in a bad way!
Cossak makes the cover .1 2 Barry breaks it up. Cossak manhandles Leroy to his feet and then drills him with a violent Russian Hook Punch to the gut. Leroy is left on his knees clutching his gut. Cossak then drags Leroy up by his gut and then hits a Gordbuster. Leroy begins to stagger to his feet. Cossak goes for a right hand, but Leroy suddenly ducks and then connects with a Back Hook Kick, catching the Russian on the jaw. Leroy connects with a Spinning Heel Kick, which sends Cossak staggering into the ropes. Leroy goes for a Spinning Wheel Kick, but Cossak plucks him out of mid-air and then drills him into the mat with a Powerbomb. Cossak covers. 1 ..2 Barry breaks up the count. As Barry is leaving the ring, Cossak forearms in the back of the head sending him to the floor. Cossak then pulls Leroy up to his feet and tags in Wowbowski. The two hook up Leroy and deliver a Double Suplex. Wowbowski covers. ..1 2 .. Leroy just manages to kick out in time. Wowbowski pulls Leroy to his feet and then lifts him up onto the top rope. Wowbowski climbs up and looks set to deliver a Superplex, but Leroy suddenly pushes him off. Wowbowski is quick to his feet, but Leroy flies off and scores with a huge Spinning Wheel Kick. Both men are left out in the middle of the ring.
Stanyer: This might be the end of the match, Russians could be the winners here
Dawg: Well, that's because it's true, they do always win, and they do destroy the competition.
Stanyer: We'll see.
Both men are crawling towards their respective Tag Team Partners. Leroy gets their first, diving to tag in Barry. Wowbowski tags in Cossak a moment later. Barry comes into the ring on the back of a huge cheer from the crowd. He levels Cossak with a stiff right hand. Cossak bounces straight back up, but takes a clothesline from Barry. Wowbowski tries to punch Barry, but he blocks it and then holds him as he hits a stiff Fury Punch. Cossak is up, but Barry hooks him up and delivers a Side Belly to Belly Suplex. Barry covers. .1 2 .. Wowbowski breaks up the count, but a split second later takes a Leroy Back Brain Kick, sending him through the ropes to the floor. Leroy is already coming off the ropes as Wowbowski gets to his feet, Leroy sails through the air with a Rope Flip crashing down on Wowbowski. Barry takes his time pulling Cossak to his feet. He throws him into the corner and then lays into him with some serious right hands. Barry then begins to hit the Seconds Out combo. He scores with three hard punches. He winds up for the finishing shot as we hear a loud crash from the outside of the ring, it is Leroy crashing into the steel steps. Barry swings the final punch but Cossak pulls the ref in front of him, which ends up hitting the ref square in the face sending him out of orbit to the ground. Barry checks on the ref as Cossak slides out of the ring and grabs a chair, Cossak slides back in and levels Barry with a chair to the top of the head as another ref runs down to the ring. Cossak throws the chair away and covers Barry 1 2 .3!!!
Stanyer: That's bullshit! What's wrong with this federation!?
Dawg: Fair is fair
The original ref gets to his feet as the second ref reports the winner to him, the first ref yells at the second ref and moves over and drops the hands of the Russians and then raises the hands of Brutal Force. The ref goes to the announcer and tells him something.
James: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to the infraction Cossak Joe did before the original ref was knocked out....Brutal Force still Champions!!!
Dawg: That's bullshit! What the fack!
Stanyer: Fair is Fair..HAHAHAHAA!!!
Dawg: Ah blow it out your ass Stanyer
Stanyer: Looks like we have some issues regarding the Tag Titles that will need to be resolved, but the original referee's decision is the one that will stand, Brutal Force are still champions.
"Dark Days" by Coal Chamber hits the speakers as the crowd quiet down. Then out of the back, Solo walks out to the chorus of boos. Becoming use to the disrespectful fans, Solo walks down to the ring with a smirk on his face. Upon entering the ring he climbs up to the second turnbuckle giving the two-finger salute. Leaping down from the turnbuckle, Solo walks to the other side of the ring and motioning for a mic. As soon as the ring crew person hands him the mic he moves to the centre of the ring.
Solo: "Aww the sounds of disrespect. Yes it becoming well known that you fans have no respect for a superstar like me. Now that isn't why I'm out here. The reason I'm out here is to address what happen last week on Armageddon. Yes that right I'm out here to apologize to Suicide. What I did was wrong. I'm sorry."
Solo smirks a bit as he looks at the stunned crowd. Then he continues.
Solo: "I'm sorry I didn't end his career. Suicide your lucky I didn't just do that last week. Instead of a few stitches you could have been in the hospital bed with a neck brace. Considering the condition you are in I was gonna challenge you to a rematch, but I decided against it. Your not worth it really."
As the fans begin to chant "Solo Sucks", solo becomes furious. He paces around the ring for a few secs then speaks again.
Solo: "Ok you stupid son of bitches. I was gonna give the poor kid a break, but you stupid assholes had to drag it on. Now what I do to his sorry ass tonight is on your people hands. I'm not gonna have no remorse of ending Suicides career at the cost of your ignorant rants. SO SUICIDE GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!"
Solo paces around the ring waiting for Suicide. After a few minutes of waiting he goes to speak when he is cut off by ..
"Jumpdafuckup" hits and Suicide comes out to a huge ovation. The wounds suffered last week are visible as he has a bandage over his head and ribs are taped up. Suicide has a mic in hand and addresses the big goof in the ring.
Suicide: "Solo, when are you going to learn? These people could give a shit about what you have to say. Your sorry ass is going down if I have anything to do with it."
The fans cheer at the mention of Solo getting his ass beat.
Suicide: "You're a lucky man. You did what you did to me when my back was turned. Well now, we're face to face, and you're going to be the one on his back."
Suicide charges the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope. He jumps to his feet and him and Solo exchange punch for punch. Suicide appears to have the upper hand when Solo blocks a punch and nails a shot to the ribs. Suicide cringes in pain as Solo continues his assault on his ribs. Solo lays Suicide on the mat the climbs to the top rope. He leaps off and nails Suicide with a frog splash. Solo continues to stomp Suicide as officials finally come from the back to break up the fight.
Dawg: We are going to need Iron Bar to separate these two soon, they just can't wait to get their hands on each other.
Stanyer: After what Solo did to Suicide last week, I can't blame Suicide one little bit for wanting a piece of Solo.
Dawg: That's just typical of you.
Sandstorm is seen walking down the corridors of the backstage area. As he walks down the full hallway, various PWF superstars and crewmembers pat him on the back and wish him good luck. Sandstorm just gives them nods as he continues to walk past. He stops at the water cooler and fills up a paper cup. As he fills, he looks up at a collage of some of the most memorable moments in the PWF on the wall. In one of the corners is a picture of the original PWF Methods of Mayhem in the ring with their arms held high in the air. Next to Sandstorm in the picture is Golgotha who stands proud beside him. Sandstorm looks at this for a few seconds then looks down to the floor underneath him and shakes his head. He puts the water back, crunches up the paper cup in his hand, and tosses it into a nearby garbage can. He walks over to the Methods of Mayhem locker room, which is nearby and walks in. Inside is the entire MoM, with the exception of Golgotha of course. Brutal Force walks up to him first and pat him on his back.
Leroy: We got yo' back Sandy, you know that!
Barry: Yeah man, you need anything, and we're right there behind you, not like you will need us anyway.
Sandstorm: Thanks guys, I appreciate it, really, but for as long as I've known Golgotha, I owe him a large amount of respect and admiration, and I don't want any interference tonight. Golgotha has taught me a lot this past year or so, and this is the least I could do for him, give him a fair match against his leader, and prove to him that I don't suck as much as he seems to think. I just hope that his Golden Bible doesn't make it's way towards that ring tonight, but if it does, I still don't want you guys out there, I won't sink to his level, because as much as he may regret it, I am one of the most respected members of the PWF roster. Golgotha was once too, but when he struck me and cost me that match at Havoc, cost me MY belt, he not only took the PWF United States Title away from me, but he also took away his precious dignity.
Leroy: Hey man, you got it.
Barry: Just promise us one thing Sandy.
Sandstorm: What's that?
Barry: Give him an MoM beating he'll never forget!
Sandstorm slightly smiles and nods. TBF pat him on the back once again and leave the locker room. Sandstorm walks over to Law and begins to talk to him.
Sandstorm: Law, I..............
Law: I know Sandstorm, this is something you need to do on your own, and I respect that. I also respected Golgotha up until last week, but it was all wasted the second you were hit by that damn book! I give you my word that I will not find my way into your match, and I know you can do this, because I don't know what I would do if leadership over us would go into the hands of that back-stabbing Bible freak!
Sandstorm: Thanks Law, I knew you would understand. I just can't get over what Golgotha did to me, but tonight, I can use it to my advantage. Golgotha, every one of the moves I pull on you tonight, will be enforced by the power of revenge, and trust me, revenge for you my friend, is a bitch!
Law smiles and nods as him and Sandy go into conversation as the camera fades out.
Stanyer: Sounds to me like the Methods of Mayhem are fully behind Sandstorm.
Dawg: Sounds to me like the MoM are idiots, they should know that Golgotha is the man to lead them to the promised land, not Sandstorm. Fools.
Stanyer: We shall see about that one, we shall see.
Golgotha is inside of Cole T. Profit's office, along with the Millionaire, watching Sandstorms comments about tonight's match. A smirk comes to his face as he speaks.
Golgotha: "Yeah, like anyone from the Methods would ever come out to help him. Never have and never will. Still, they seem glad to see him. I wonder if they will be as glad to see me , their new leader. One of the first things I'll change is make sure we get respect. People will give it to the MoM or we will make them respect us. After all, our presence demands respect. Sandstorm says he owes me a lot of respect and admiration? Where was his respect and admiration when he hoped that I'd lose? Not once, but twice! Two times he hoped that I wouldn't win so I didn't have to face him. I can see straight through your lies Sandstorm. And so can the rest of The Methods of Mayhem."
Golgotha pauses for a moment. A look of concern comes on his face as he is thinking. He looks at Cole T. Profit, who has been listening to Golgotha talk, in hopes that the Millionaire will provide some advice on his thoughts.
Golgotha: "But will they follow me? It seems that they all have turned their backs on me. Turned their backs on the Truth. How can I trust people who support my enemy? I've broken my back to help make the Methods of Mayhem great...To make them what they are today. But they all seem a little too confident that Sandstorm will win tonight. Makes me wonder if they will even listen to him. And if they don't even listen and follow him, how can I expect them to follow me?"
Profit: "Of course they will follow you. You are a Godly man and a Godly leader. All I ever hear you talk about is what is best for the MoM. Not what is good for Golgotha, but them. And now, it's your time to shine and Sandstorm wants to take that away from you. Why? Because his judgement is clouded by greed. You aren't greedy. Sandstorm is jealous because you are better than he is. And you are which is exactly why you should be the leader of the MoM."
The Hardcore Christian thinks about his manager's words for a minute and then smiles.
Golgotha: "Yeah...that's it...they were just being nice to Sandstorm because they all know that his time is short. I do deserve this. The MoM knows that and that's why they will respect me as their leader. Enough is enough and its time for a change. Its time I propel the MoM to new heights. And even if I stumble now and then, I will still get back up. I will never drag my friends as low as Sandstorm did. All their gold, they've gotten on their own with no help from the Stable. No pushes coming from inside of the Methods. I'll make sure that we work as a team and everyone is treated equally. I won't be as bad as Sandstorm because no one can possibly suck as much as he does. And that's the Hardcore Truth."
Golgotha and Cole T. Profit leave the locker room feeling very confident that Golgotha will win tonight's match. We see a masked man standing outside of the room, who looks like he could possibly be a body guard as the duo walk down the hall.
Stanyer: Golgotha sounds confident that if he wins, the MoM will follow his lead. I'm not so sure though.
Dawg: They will, they'll see the light, and they will understand the reasons why this must happen. And believe me, it must happen.
Stanyer: Well, this match is a No Disqualification contest, we don't want something this important being decided by a DQ now do we? The winner of this match will be the new leader of the Methods of Mayhem.
Credit: Sabre
The huanted remix of "Golgotha" by Embodyment 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 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
Report: The bell rings and Golgotha charges the former US champ with a short dropkick to the shin, taking the man down. The Hardcore Christian then focuses on the arm, wrenching the hand in an attempt to damage the shoulder joint. Sandstorm is pulled down to the mat and Golgotha continues the assault with stomps to the shoulder blade. He then picks up Sandstorm and hurls him to the corner, where Sandstorm lands shoulder first into the turnbuckle.
Dawg: 'Ouch. That looks as painful as Grimm pickings.'
Stanyer: 'Dude! You'll get us in trouble again!'
As Sandstorm slumps on the turnbuckle Golgotha slips outside the ring, grabbing a metal chair and folding it up. He takes aim at the exposed arm and swings away, but Sandstorm drops onto the floor at the last minute. The crowd gasps at the ferocity of the shot, which crashes into the steel post with a huge bang. Golgotha turns to Sandstorm for another swing at it but the Rage of the Sahara takes a monitor from the announce table and crashes it against Golgotha's head with a sickening thud.
Dawg: 'Hey! Gimmie back my monitor... please?'
Sandstorm drops the unit and picks Golgotha up, turfing him onto the announce table. A few angry words and a shot to the face later and Sandstorm look set to deliver his finisher. Golgotha, however, saved his neck with a cheap low blow before escaping back into the ring. Sandstorm follows but gets hit with a baseball slide. With the action back outside the ring Golgotha attempts an Irish whip but it gets reversed and the Hardcore Christian lands smack bang into the steel ring steps. Sandstorm slowly picks up the downed metal chair and points to the squirming Golgotha. The crowd cheers as Sandstorm takes a running swing. Luckily, Golgotha gets out of the way just in time as steel crashes harshly into steel.
Dawg: 'Woah!'
Stanyer: 'Obviously no love lost between these two guys.'
Dawg: 'And who's complaining?'
Sandstorm drops the chair and picks up Golgotha, setting him up for a powerbomb. The crowds cheers turn to disapointment however, as Golgotha uses the last of his energy to flip Sandstorm over his back. Sandstorm crashes onto the floor before being picked up and thrown into the ring. Golgotha follows, hitting an elbow drop before going for a pinfall attempt. Sandstorm kicks out just after the two count.
Stanyer: 'That elbow drop would've been the first wrestling move I've seen in this match.'
Dawg: 'Hey, it's no DQ. It's all good.'
Both superstars rise and begin exchanging right hands before Sandstorm backs Golgotha into a corner. He locks on with a chokehold until the ref breaks it up. Sandstorm backs up but not without hitting a right hook. Golgotha charges out of the corner looking for a clothesline but Sandstorm predicts the move and connects with a spinebuster. He immediately follows this up with a waistlock, hitting a huge belly to back suplex. Whatever momentum Golgotha had seems to have fled as Sandstorm takes full control, whipping Golgotha into a corner before taking him up and performing a picture perfect superplex. He covers and to the fans dismay Golgotha gets a shoulder up just before the three.
Sandstorm gets up and attempts to apply the Infinite Sleep but Golgotha scouts the move and scrambles to the ropes. He quickly spins around, hitting a haymaker, before sliding back to the outside to retrieve the steel chair once again. This time, with Sandstorm almost climbing through the ropes, Golgotha connects with a sickening shot to the shoulder. Sandstorm drops back onto the canvas in pain as Golgotha slowly walks back in, climbing to a turnbuckle. The crowd boo as Sandstorm slowly gets to his feet while Golgotha perches on the corner waiting to strike. Just as Sandstorm turns around Golgotha launches off with a body splash but Sandstorm quickly replies with a missile dropkick. Both men connect in midair and crash onto the mat.
Stanyer: 'A risky move by Golgotha and a great show of agility from Sandstorm.'
Dawg: 'Both men are down, I'd say the first to rise will definitely have the advantage.'
With the ref implementing the 10 count, both superstars slowly rise to their feet. Sandstorm connects with a right hand before grappling and attempting a belly-to-belly suplex, but Golgotha pushes him towards the ropes. Sandstorm springs back with another waistlock but Golgotha fights his way out of it and spinning around to the back of Sandstorm going for a belly to back suplex. Golgotha gets Sandstorm in the air but Sandstorm contorts his body, rolling onto his feet and flipping Golgotha into a pinning position. The ref gets to a 2 count as Golgotha kicks out, hanging onto Sandstorms legs and rolling him into a cradle for a two count. Sandstorm rolls that into an inside cradle and gets another two count before both men break it up and retract to the fans applause.
Stanyer: 'These men are certainly playing for keeps.'
Dawg: 'And who wouldn't? The leadership of the MoM is at stake here!'
Golgotha takes another swing but Sandstorm ducks and applies modified DDT. Golgothas head hits the canvas and Sandstorm begins to get his second wind as the crowd cheers him on. Sandstorm slowly walks to the corner, climbing the top turnbuckle and signalling for the end. Suddenly out of nowhere, Golgotha springs to life, charging towards Sandstorm and climbing the ropes. He links an arm around Sandstorm and throws him off with an arm drag, which sends him crashing to the middle of the canvas. Golgotha immediately takes the opportunity and applies the Scourging Stretch, putting as much strain into Sandstorms shoulder as possible. Sandstorm screams as Golgotha yells at him to tap, wrenching away until Sandstorm finally puts hand to canvas. The bell sounds as Golgotha raises his arms in victory while his music, "Golgotha" plays in the background.
Stanyer: 'Well he did it. Golgotha defeats Sandstorm to become the leader of the Methods of Mayhem.'
Dawg: 'Sandstorm loses the US title last week, and then taps out to his old friend this week. Poor guy.'
Golgotha walks up the ramp, not even looking back at Sandstorm, who simply lies on the mat holding his shoulder...
Stanyer: Now we will find out, will the MoM follow Golgotha.
We return to the Methods of Mayhem locker room. A Triumphant Golgotha walks in alongside Profit, his new masked bodyguard accompanies them.
Golgotha: "Well? Aren't you all going to welcome your new leader?"
Law Hiyabusa and Brutal Force don't speak, they just get to their feet, strap their titles over their shoulders and then brush past Golgotha, without looking at his face, and then walk out of the door. A stunned Golgotha just stares at the open door.
Stanyer: We may have seen the end of the Methods of Mayhem right here tonight, the damage done may be irreprable.
Dawg: Oh well, it's their loss, not mine.
We cut backstage to Ted Tedison who is standing next to Masta P and the Water Guy. A huge roar comes from the crowd followed by a Water guy chant. The Water guy is the seen raising his arms and encouraging the crowd to continue
Masta P: Cut it out Num nuts.
Water Guy: Yes sir.
Tedison: Well, I'm here with Masta P who has a few things to get of his chest but first you have a message from Davey K.
Masta P: Yes Ted, I'm going to read from a prepared statement from Davey K. Water guy hand me the paper.
The Water guy hands Masta P a blue piece of Paper in emaculate condition, Masta P begins to read from it
Masta P: After the main event at Havoc last Sunday, I was brutally attacked by a cat-loving wrestler by the name of sabre. I have sustained an injury to my knee but luckily I have not sustained any cruciate or ligament damage. I have sadly been advised by a team of medical experts to rest for a period of time that is not yet confirmed.
Masta P then widens his eyes as if something has shocked him
Masta P: (still reading) During my time off I intend to take a journey of self-discovery and will retreat to the highest hills of America where I intend to study the many exotic waters. In my absence I am leaving in charge of the Playaz Club........
Masta P now looks completely shocked
Masta P: The water guy, and if masta P annoys him or refuses to take orders then the water guy has permission to throw up to and including eight bottles of water at him. Thank you "Superstar" Davey K.
Masta P folds the paper and places it in his pocket
Masta P: Hmmmmm interesting.
Tedison: Yes, yes it is.
Masta P: Hang o a second.
Masta P pulls the paper out of his pocket and looks at it
Masta P: Water guy? Can you tell me why this note is written on BLUE paper and in BLUE ink? This note is aqua themed!
Water Guy: What are you saying P? That I swapped Davey's Statement with one I had written? You can't prove anything I am in charge now.
Masta P: You've signed it water guy at the bottom.
The water guy begins to back away as Masta P moves toward him. The water guy then points.
Water Guy: Look! two scantily clad women lezzing up.
Masta P turns to look, but to his disappointment there are no women there, he turns back round and the water guy is still there looking awkward
Masta P: You have forgotten to run haven't you?
Water Guy: Yes, yes I have. erm look! JVD dressed like a cheap whore.
Masta P: Why in the hell would I want to look at that dude?
Tedison: Erm gentleman, we have limited airtime.
Masta P: Your right Tedison, Water guy go in the locker room and think about what you have done, I will deal with you later.
The water guy walks off leaving just Masta P and Ted
Tedison: So Masta P, what is your reaction to the events of last week's Havoc?
Masta P: Well Ted, I see it this way, I had Goglotha beat and then that ass clown Austin Cain decided to interfere. So its Austin Cain I'm going to address.
Masta P stare down the lens of the camera
Masta P: Austin you think I don't take things seriously. Well when Assholes burst in on your interviews. I take it seriously. When idiots interfere in my matches. I take it seriously. When people mess in my business I take it seriously. So Austin you want to mess in my affairs, that's fine.
Tedison: So what are you saying?
Masta P: I'm saying this Ted, Austin you felt it last week when I knocked you out with one punch, so how would you like to feel it for a whole match. Yes tonight Masta P vs Austin Cain, and you can but that title of yours on the line because seriously I'm going to be the new champion.
Masta P takes a moment
Masta P: Austin you want serious, well you got it. Because tonight I am seriously going to KICK YOUR ASS.
The crowd pops for Masta P as he turns to walk away, but before he can he exit, he is suddenly blindsided by Austin Cain! Running in from behind, Cain spins Masta P around and flattens him with a big right hand.
Austin Cain: "Hold this Ted."
Cain tosses a small object that he had been clenching in his fist to Tedison. The object crumbles as he catches it, and coins spill everywhere.
Tedison: "A roll of quarters! What a cheap shot!"
Austin Cain: "You want some too, Ted?"
Cain snatches the mic from Ted, gives him a slap across the face, and then a swift kick in the ass as the interviewer scurries away. Rubbing his cheek, Cain turns his attention back to the semi-conscious Masts P.
Austin Cain: "I bet you thought I forgot about that little love tap you gave me last week, didn't you funny man? Yeah, you thought you could just come out here, mister smart-mouth party king, and challenge me for a match, right? Well, here's the good news; I just got back from talking to the boss - the match is booked. You get your shot tonight!"
Cain briefly steps off camera, then returns with the European belt and drops to his hands and knees, getting up into Masta P's face.
Austin Cain: "Remember what I said last week? I said IF you had any heart, IF you had any talent, and IF you were a serious competitor, then you would have gold like this. Now you come out here and say you're serious, that you'll seriously kick my ass? I'm the SUPREME PHENOM! I'm the real deal! You can't just suddenly decide to have heart, to suddenly have talent, or to suddenly be serious! Either you've got it, or you don't! And that's the bad news punk - YOU DON'T."
Cain hops back up, throwing the title belt over his shoulder and giving Masta P a quick stomp, just for good measure. He glances to the camera, gives a wink and a nod, and then confidently strides off.
Stanyer: What a cheap shot!!! Just minutes before the European Title match as well!!
Dawg: Guess Masta P is going to have to drag himself up and find his way to the ring somehow.
Stanyer: Austin Cain's move could prove to be a bad one, if Masta P does make it out here, he won't be too happy. Cain could very well have made things much, much worse.
Credit: Splinter
The house lights cut out and the words "THE SUPREME PHENOM" scroll across the titantron. A flood of powerful white light erupts from the entry way. A single silhouetted figure steps out of the light as the instrumental "Jesus Christ Superstar" begins playing over the sound system, growing louder as it appraoches the musical climax. The figure raises his arms above his head and, just as the music peaks, flips both of his middle fingers up to the crowd. Pyros simutaneously explode across the stage, the white light cuts, the house lights come back on, tinted orange, and the music changes radically to Run DMC's "Tougher than Leather" - "UNCONCEIVABLE, UNBELIEVABLE - GRAMMAR LIKE A HAMMER INFORMATION RECEIVABLE, SENT BY THE LORD, HERE AND ABROAD, WITH WORDS WELL ADORED - NOW THEY CAN'T BE IGNORED!" A grinning Austin Cain makes his way down the ramp with a white monagrammed towel over his shoulder, he walks with a swaggering strut as he jaws at the booing fans. Briefly, he stops to point out a random fan and mouth the word "loser" to the camera. When he reaches the ring apron he slides under the bottom rope to the center of the mat, and pops up on one knee, posing with his arms outstreched as if he were being showered with praise, instead of jeers. He rises and wipes the sweat off of his forehead and face with the towel, then throws it to the audience. He mounts the second turnbuckle, laughs and points down at the fans who are scrambling for the towel.
James: Introducing from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing 248lbs, "The Supreme Phenom" AUSTIN CAIN
The ultra-tron shows the words "Masta P ETA" and a stopwatch quickly counting down. When it stops the arena goes black and the Ultratron slowly zooms in on a white dot which shows Masta P under a spotlight. "Nothing" by A kicks in and Masta P starts to walk on the video whilst showing clips of the various ass kickings he has given . The lighting is dark green and then Masta P emerges on the stage salutes the fans with one arm and walks confidently to the ring..
James: Introducing from Los Angeles, California, weighing 289lbs, The Original Bad Boy, MASTA P
Report: Masta P and Cain stand ready at opposite sides of the ring, they advances forwards for a test of strength, Masta P gets one of Austin's hands, just before the second one gets locked in Austin punches Masta P hard in the gut several times, he then knees Masta P in the face. Austin starts to stomp the hell out of Masta P. Austin backs off a bit and allows Masta P back up to his feet. Austin then jumps in and hits a vicious chop to Masta Ps chest, sending him reeling. Austin hits a second and a third, which pushes Masta P back to the ropes, Austin grabs him and whips him to the ropes, and on the way back Austin hits a big chop that sends Masta P to the mat. Austin stomps away at Masta P in an attempt to keep the big man down. Masta P again starts to get up, this time Austin dropkicks him in the knee. Austin then runs to the ropes, on the way back he bulldogs the big man from kneeling position down hard onto his face. Austin then rolls Masta P over for an early cover 1 Masta P kicks out. Austin looks angry as he gets up and again starts to stomp away at Masta P.
Stanyer: Austin Cain obviously thinks that he's already done enough to win the match.
Dawg: Can you blame the guy? I mean lets face it, Masta P isn't as well trained, as perfectly honed, as skilled, as ..
Stanyer: I get the picture, but lets not underestimate the man, anyone can beat anyone, you know that.
Dawg: Not when Austin Cain is involved, he just doesn't lose.
Masta P struggles up to his knees, Cain leg drops Masta P over the back of the head, Masta Ps face gets driven right into the mat again, this time he stops struggling. Austin lifts Masta P up and then, with all his strength, lifts the big man up and plants him into the mat with a back suplex. Austin looks a little tired from the impact, he covers Masta P and hopes 1 2 Masta P kicks out just after the count of two. Austin once again gets up, he pulls Masta P up and then sends Masta P to the ropes, on the way back Austin hits a big jumping calf kick that sends Masta P down and appears to keep him there. Austin picks Masta P up and then grabs him by the leg, again with a show of strength, he lifts Masta P up and gives him a big shin breaker, Masta P falls to the mat holding his leg, Austin grabs Masta P and hits a hideous wrapped leg knee drop! Masta P rolls around holding his lower leg in pain, Austin Cain grabs Masta P and repeats the vicious move. Austin drags Masta P over to the ropes. He places Masta Ps leg up on the ropes and then hits an elbow drop onto it. Masta P again rolls away holding his leg in pain. Austin lifts his leg up onto the ropes and this time jumps into the air, delivering a huge elbow drop to the leg, inflicting even more damage on it. Austin lets Masta P try to get up, Masta P gets up to one knee. As Masta P tries to put weight on the leg Cain has been working on he instantly starts having difficulty. Cain leaps in and hits another brutal dropkick to the knee, which sends Masta P down to his knees again, obviously in a lot of pain. Austin Cain drags Masta P over to the turnbuckle, he lays a few stomps into the bad knee to Masta P, and then Austin lifts Masta P up onto the top rope. Austin climbs up onto the first rope, he grabs Masta P by the leg. He lifts him up as high as he can, dropping Masta P leg first down onto his knee, performing a vicious shin breaker off the top rope! Masta P cries out in pain on impact, he is rolling around in a lot of pain. Austin Cain covers Masta P 1 2 Masta P just kicks out before the count of three. Austin picks Masta P up and then tries another shin breaker but Masta P manages to counter it, slipping out of the grip. He then throws Austin to the ropes, on the way back he hits the Bling Bling (Test Big Boot) right into Austin's face, Austin goes down. Unfortunately, to do this move Masta P has to put all his weight on one leg, the leg has taken quite a beating, Masta P collapses down again. Austin Cain rolls round holding his face from the impact.
Dawg: Come on!! That move should be made illegal!!
Stanyer: Both men are down, this is Masta P's big chance to get himself back into the match.
Dawg: Perhaps he should bring some ladies to ringside with him? It might help.
Stanyer: What, so you can ogle the ladies while he wrestles?
Dawg: Yeah, that'd be the gist of it.
The referee starts his count out 1 2 3 4 Austin starts to get up, Masta P is pulling himself up on the ring ropes. Austin charges in but Masta P is ready, Masta P levels him with a big clothesline. Masta P hits a big elbow drop on Austin Cain, Masta P struggles back up and hits a second big elbow drop. Masta P struggles up to his feet again, Austin Cain fights his way up as well, Austin goes for a right hand but Masta P catches it and then lifts Cain up, he then hits a big sidewalk slam, Masta P covers 1 Austin kicks out. Masta P once again pulls himself up on the ring ropes, he picks Austin up and drives him into the mat with a huge powerslam that shakes the ring. Masta P climbs over Cain and lands eight hard rights to his face. Masta P gets up easier this time, building momentum. Masta P backs off a bit to allow his leg to recover. Austin Cain starts to get up again, Masta P charges in and levels Austin Cain with a huge Lady Killer (Clothesline From Hell), which sends Austin through a loop, Austin lands on his chest! Masta P turns Cain over and covers him 1 2 Austin kicks out. Masta P climbs up to his feet, Austin starts to get up, Masta P charges in for the H 2 Woah (Spear), he connects perfectly taking Austin down to the mat hard. Austin doubles up in pain, holding his chest. Masta P once again goes for the cover 1 2 Austin just kicks out before the count of three. Masta P backs off again and lets his leg recover some more. Austin Cain starts to get up again, Masta P is getting the crowd on his side, he signals and charges again for a second H 2 Woah (Spear) but Cain sees him coming and manages to grabs him, he twists him into position and drops him into the mat with The Phenomenon (3/4 Turn Press Neckbreaker)! Masta P lands hard and doesn't move, Austin Cain stays down, Masta Ps last offensive really taking it out of him. The referee starts his count out 1 2 3 4 Austin Cain starts to stir 5 6 Austin pushes himself up. Straight away he goes over to Masta P and covers him, hoping Masta P hasn't recovered enough during the six count 1 2 3 The referee gets up and is about to award Austin Cain the victory when he sees Masta Ps foot on the ropes. Austin is about to start celebrating but the referee tells him the match isn't over yet and Austin instantly looks angry. He walks over and pulls Masta P into the middle of the ring, he starts to stomp the living daylights out of Masta P, he picks Masta P up and throws him to the ropes, Austin goes for a dropkick but Masta P stops just short and Austin lands hard on the mat. Austin starts to get up and Masta P lands a hard right hand on him, Cain's comeback is short lived. Masta P lands four hard rights before kicking Cain in the gut, he goes to set Cain up for the Masta Bomb but Cain gets a hideous low blow in, the referee doesn't see it. Trying his luck Austin low blows Masta P again. The referee doesn't see either of the hideous low blows, Masta P is staggering away. Austin grabs Masta P and then hits a vicious DDT Driver (Evenflow DDT)! Masta Ps head bounces off the mat hard, Masta P lies on the mat breathing heavily. Austin goes to cover Masta P but then thinks better of it. He hoists Masta P up and then lifts him up onto the turnbuckle. Austin taunts the crowd and then climbs up the turnbuckle. He sets Masta P up and then hits a brutal Phenomenon (3/4 Turn Press Neckbreaker) off the top rope, Masta P hits the mat with a huge impact. Cain pulls himself up and laughs at the crowd, he drags the limp Masta P into the middle of the ring and covers him 1 2 3! Dawg: What did I tell you, Masta P would throw this match away.
Stanyer: He gave Austin Cain a damn good fight, probably the toughest he's faced yet.
Dawg: But who won? Austin Cain, point proved.
Austin gets up and laughs at the crowd again, proud of a victory born from two low blows. He is laughing away as the referee hands him the PWF European Title. Cain suddenly becomes very serious and climbs the turnbuckle, taunting the crowd with his title. He jumps down and then places the title on the lower leg of Masta P that he has been working on. He stomps the title home a few times, Masta P screams out in pain with every impact. Austin then picks the title up and throws it over his shoulder, Jesus Christ Superstar/Tougher than Leather hits. He rolls out of the ring and looks at Masta P who is rolling round holding his leg. Masta P pulls himself up on the ring ropes, Cain and Masta P lock in a hated stare before Cain turns away and goes backstage with his Euro Title. Masta P falls back and lies on the mat cradling his leg.
The camera fades to the PWF owner's office as Pellington is sitting at his desk the tediously trudging away at the paperwork involved in running such a large company. There is a loud knock at the door
Pellington: Yes.
The door opens to two armed Police officers and three of the stadium security members and Inmate in handcuffs. He's being guided in as he struggles to get out of the grip of the half dozen people and the metal cuffs around his wrists, offering nothing but problems and muffled obscenities.
Pellington: It's about time. Inmate, take a seat, the rest of you wait outside.
Inmate jerks his arm out of the grip of the security team as the file out of the small cramped office, and Inmate sits down in one of the steel chairs.
Inmate: What the hell is all this about!?
Pellington: What in the blue hell do you think you're doing, attacking not only wrestlers who have nothing to do with you or anything you should even be remotely interested in, but the staff of this company who work their asses off every god damn night!
Inmate: I'm doing just what you said I was. Kickin' ass, I don't give a damn who's, just as long as their is an ass to kick.
Pellington: Well I'll tell you this then. YOU BETTER START CARING. At this rate you're going to make me choose between my interviewers, my ring crew, my wrestlers, and the rest of my staff and you.
Inmate: Then get rid of the pussies if they can't watch their own damn backs. Better off without them.
Pellington: Sorry, not going to happen.
Inmate: So you're firing me.
Pellington: I didn't say that. You're too good of a wrestler to get rid of at the drop of a hat. We'd end up losing to many of your fans, especially if you end up going to one of our competitors. And we can't have that.
Inmate begins to stand up
Inmate: Smart man, Now get me outta these damn cuffs and I'm gonna go get a bite to eat, and no more of this opening match crap, Get me back to the big time where I belong.
Pellington: Did I tell you to leave? Didn't think so, sit down.
Inmate sighs and rolls his eyes and plops into the nice leather couch
Pellington: You ain't gettin off that easy, hope you've been saving some cash out of your pay cheques because for assaulting my staff and my workers ...... there will be a $300,000 dollar fine.
Inmate: THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS!!! YOU'VE GOTTA BE OUTTA YOUR GOD DAMN MIND!!!!
Pellington: No, that was for 6 or 8 months of harassing Tedison, Mayhem, and Frost, not to mention your random attacks last week.
Inmate is going nuts over this throwing plants and vases and things all over Pellington's office
Pellington: INMATE, INMATE CALM DOWN.
Inmate plops into the couch again still pissed off.
Pellington: In addition to that I'm ordering you to attend some anger management classes. SECURITY!
The security team enters
Security Guy 1: Yes boss?
Pellington: Escort Inmate to his hotel room for the night and do not let him back into this building, keep an officer or two with him at all times if your have to.
Security Guy 1: Yes sir. Inmate lets go.
Inmate: If I'm leaving I want theses damn cuffs off.
Pellington nods in agreement and the security guy takes off the cuffs and escort Inmate out of Pellington's office as the camera fades back to the arena.
Stanyer: It's about time someone sorted Inmate out, he's been causing trouble for far too long, and too many people have just sat back and let him get away with it, well I am glad that for once, someone has stood up to him.
Dawg: Still, three hundred thousand dollars is one major fine. That's the biggest I've ever heard of, I don't think I get that a year at the moment .
Stanyer: The punishment suits the offences that Inmate has committed, he should count himself lucky that he still has a job.
In the arena the fans are buzzing and soon a slow bass riff is echoing throughout the building. The fans are dumbfounded and don't know what to make of it. After 30 or so seconds 'Praise' by Sevendust hits as a wire outline of the letters 'DUX' lowers over the ring and begins to ignite into a sparkly outline to a massive ovation. A pause in the music leaves the crowd to chant 'D..U..X..'. As the music restarts a shot of pyro in the style of an 'X' shoots out on the ramp followed by 3 shots of pyro straight into the air either side of the entrance then to a thunderous ovation Brod and LJ walk through the curtain. They pause at the top of the ramp and soak in the fans cheers as lights shine an outline of the letters D,U and X down the ramp. They walk down the aisle slapping a few hands that reach over the barricade and they get to the ring and climb on the ring apron furthest from the sparkler outlined 'DUX'. They pause and look at each other before giving an 'X' salute before entering the ring. They run to opposite corners and mount the turnbuckles and once again give the fans the 'X' salute as the music dies down as the fans give the DUX another generous ovation before Brod is thrown a mic.
Brod: Ladies and Gentlemen we welcome you to the top rating quarter hour in PWF wrestling history that being the 'DUX quarter hour'.
Crowd cheers
Brod: Lately there's been a buzz around the PWF that there was going to be a big signing from SEW and now it has come to pass. The Down Under Express have arrived and we're taking the tag division to a new level!
Another cheer from the crowd
Brod: That's right people. We've had enough of sitting on the sidelines waiting for the chance to get back the spotlight we left behind in SEW. We're the best tag team the PWF has seen in a long time and despite what you hear from those pieces of work, Grimble and Handball in Canadian Krap or anyone else for that matter, the tag team division to us is going to be a cakewalk and taking the top prize in this division is going to be merely a formality for the 'Two Studs From Oz'.
Brod passes the mic to LJ as a few screams from the women in attendance can be heard.
LJ: Now the DUX have been subjected to non-stop media attention and some terrible accusations have been thrown our way by people who don't really know what they're talking about. They say that we're overrated...
Crowd boos the notion.
LJ: They say were too cocky...
Crowd boos that too.
LJ: And above all else they don't think that we're good enough to take these tag team titles...
Crowd boos get louder.
LJ: But it's ok to judge us now. They just fear that their spots on top of this tag team division are in serious danger and rightly so. If you think we're overrated then just ask anyone in the SEW and they'll tell you the opposite and then some. If you say we're cocky then you must have us mistaken for being a little over confident, but when you look at what you have in this ring tonight then it's not hard to see why.
The women scream again.
LJ: And if you don't think we're good enough then just ask Canadian Krap how it feels to have their numbers taken by the DUX.
Brod grabs the mic once more.
Brod: We're here tonight to answer all of your questions. People want to know why we floored Handball and Grimble with chairs. Well come on! Those people should know better. DUX are in the PWF to be the cream of the crop. We know that in our minds that we are the best tag team in the history of this sport and we want the trophies to show everyone we mean business. The DUX are always in it for themselves, and last week was no exception. But we're here most of all to answer Canadian Krap's question first hand. They want to know why we chose them and to those idiots in the back that still can't work it out, they have something that we want! We attacked the Krapboys to make them angry, angry enough to want a piece of the DUX. We want those titles around our waists sooner rather than later and by smacking them in the head last week we served notice to all of the so-called superstars in the PWF, we don't care what they are, they're all on the list and that's the DUX's list and we're fixing to start going through all of them. And as far as the Tag Team titles go, The DUX's time has come and when we get our shot you're looking at the next PWF Tag Team Champions.
The crowd cheers and start to chant 'D-U-X'
Brod: So while we're here we might as well break out the old lines so here goes. Canadian Krap get ready for the ride of your lives because the DUX are gonna....
Brod: (and the Crowd) BREAK YOU DOWN!!!
The crowd gives a loud cheer as Brod and LJ get on the turnbuckles and give out an 'X' salute.
Suddenly "Messenjah" by P.O.D surges through the arena PA. Brod and LJ stop dead in there tracks and stare up at the stage. Both Grimm and Hanibal, Canadian Kaos, walk out on stage staring down at DUX and shaking their head in disbelief. Fans begin chanting "You Suck" repeatedly as Hanibal raises the mic to his mouth.
Hanibal: Break you Down? The X salute...hmmm I could have sworn I've seen that somewhere. Ring a bell Grimm?
Grimm: I just can't quite put my finger on it Hanibal.
Hanibal: Doesn't matter anyways. Lets get down to business. First things first "mate", thank you for introducing the highest rating quarter hour for us, and it has officially began now that we have arrived.
Grimm: but lets get down to business shall we? We hardly consider "The Down Under Express" as a big signing at all. You know there was a reason you were sitting on the sidelines...you suck. I mean look at you. LJ and Brody Odour over there, what are you supposed to be anyways? I heard they were making another Crocodile Dundee movie, but I didn't think his replacements would pay us all a visit.
Grimm gives a cocky smile
Hanibal: News Flash Paul Hogan, that spot light you had in SEW burnt out a loooooooong time ago. Obviously you're not the best, you're not Canadian Kaos. You're two rejects from some hell hole wrestling organisation trying to make a name for yourself by attacking the biggest name talent you could find. Well you've found the biggest and guess what? You guys are still the jackasses you always were.
Grimm: And seriously let me ask you a question, how old are you two? "Krap Boys"? "Grimble and Handball"? That's the best you can come up with? I guess its true about what they say about Aussies, there lack of skill limits their brain size and vocabulary.
Hanibal: You want to know the reason for that "non stop media attention"? Well you're dealing with the number one tag team of all time, of course you're gonna get some local media attention trying to bank off from our success.
Grimm begins mocking DUX
Grimm: "You better watch out I'll take your number!"
Hanibal: Sorry dude, we don't swing that way.
Grimm: You say you're here tonight to answer ALL you're questions, well I've got one for ya. What would you like on your Tombstones? Because the second you stepped foot into the PWF and laid your hands on the PWF Extreme Tag Champions, you signed your death warrant.
Hanibal: You think you're a little over confident, try way over confident, you can't beat us. You can't even tie you're own shoes. But since you have the balls...
Hanibal pauses
Hanibal: Who am I kidding you guys don't have balls. Since you challenged us and Grimm and I are free for tonight, we'd love to take the pleasure in kicking both of your Asses here tonight. And since we are so confident in your "Sucktitude", we're gonna go ahead and put the Extreme Tag Titles on the line.
Grimm: So Brody...LJ.....we got two words for ya....get ready...you're jackasses are next.
Hanibal: That's more than two.
Grimm: doesn't matter..hey come to think of it..nothing matters when you look this good!
Grimm poses giving a cheesy grin
Grimm and Hanibal start down the ramp and slide into the ring as the bell sounds...
Credit: Bud King
Report: The bell rings as LJ and Hanibal start the match off fast. They lock up and Hanibal gains the advantage with a hammerlock. Grimm and Brod are going at it with fists of fury around the ring. Hanibal drives a forearm into the back of LJ's head, and follows with a quick drop kick sending LJ to the ground. LJ jumps right back up and charges Hanibal. He is met with a drop toehold that Hanibal follows with a quick mount and several punches to the back of the head. Hanibal lifts LJ off the mat and whips him to the rope and calls for a back body drop, but his face is introduced to LJ's foot. LJ follows with a quick running lariat. Hanibal hits the mat hard and LJ continues the assault with and elbow drop. He lifts Hanibal and whips him to the ropes and runs to the opposite side and comes off the ropes with a Flying cross body block. Meanwhile, Grimm has finally taken the advantage over Brod with a surprise kick to the stomach. Grimm nails Brod with a gordbuster and then runs to the ropes and hits a running dropkick to the face sending Brod crashing to the ground.
Stanyer: Down Under Xpress desperate to make an impression on their in-ring debut here in the PWF.
Dawg: They need to get themselves into the swing of things again, after such a long time out.
Grimm follows Brod to the floor, but he is met with a vicious shot from a wrench that was under the ring. Brod drives the wrench into Grimm's stomach, several times before leaving him to find more weapons. Brod grabs a chair and throws it into the ring, where LJ picks it up and turns to Hanibal. As he turns around Hanibal kicks the chair back into LJ's face, sending him sprawling to the mat. Hanibal is the first to his feet and he grabs the chair and drives it into the rising LJ. LJ falls back to the mat and Hanibal takes the chair to his knee. Brod sees this and returns to the ring and delivers a sickening blow to the back of Hanibal's head with the wrench. Brod helps LJ to his feet, and suddenly two trashcan lids smash their heads together. Grimm is wielding them, and he commences to go to town on LJ and Brod with a flurry of wicked blows from the lids. Hanibal is slowly rising to his feet and groggily makes his way out to the floor to find himself a new weapon. Grimm turns to the fans to taunt them as LJ stumbles to his feet. Grimm gets up on the second rope to taunt but before he can get into it LJ drives his forearm into Grimm's family jewels.
Dawg: Every man in the crowd just cringed.
LJ unfolds the chair and lines it up for a back body drop on to it, but Hanibal slides into the ring with a fire extinguisher and charges LJ. Before he gets there the revived Brod delivers a drop toehold that drives Hanibal's face into the unfolded chair just before LJ sends Grimm flying from the top rope on to the chair with a back body drop. The move stuns LJ but Brod is quick with the cover. Duane Dibley makes the count ..1 2 .. Grimm gets a shoulder up.
Stanyer: Few are surprised that this match has turned into a Hardcore free for all. So much for the tag match.
Brod is frustrated and yells at the ref, but he quickly regains his composure and returns to the downed Grimm. He picks him up and whips him to the corner, Grimm hits hard and stumbles out of the corner and Brod runs in hard with the wrench and swings at Grimm's head but just misses and Grimm collapse to the ground. As Brod turns around and raises the wrench to smash Grimm with it, he is hit with a blast from the Fire Extinguisher. Hanibal then drives it into Brod's gut and nails him in the back of the head. Hanibal then turns his attention to LJ just in time to see LJ nail him with a flipping body splash. LJ jumps back up and taunts the crowd to a loud ovation. LJ rolls out of the ring and starts digging under the ring, he pulls out a pair of trashcans and a Kendo stick and throws them in the ring. LJ rolls in the ring and nails Grimm with a piledriver, He then picks up on of the trashcan and Grimm. He shoves the trashcan over Grimm's head and picks up the Kendo stick. He yells to the crowd and begins to hammer the trashcan several times. Grimm stumbles and falls to the mat. LJ turns to the crowd, and taunts.
Dawg: Anyone got any paracetamol? I think Grimm could use some right about now.
Stanyer: No doubt about it.
Brod and Hanibal rise to their feet and Hanibal swings the fire extinguisher from the ground to Brod's face sending him flipping over the ropes. Hanibal then turns to LJ and smashes the Extinguisher into LJ's head. Hanibal helps Grimm out of the trashcan. Grimm stands up and is a little wobbly but picks up a trashcan and looks down at Brod who is rising to his feet, albeit groggily. He yells at Brod and throws to trashcan to him Brod catches it but doesn't see Grimm following it with a springboard cross body block. Men hit hard, Brod seems to be out cold and Grimm is grabbing his ribs screaming in pain. Hanibal sees this and climbs the ropes and calls for the Hanibal Effect. LJ rolls out of the ring and Kicks Grimm in the ribs, which send him rolling towards Brod, who rolls out of the way, and Hanibal nails the Hanibal Effect on Grimm. LJ and Brod laugh as Hanibal realizes what happened and checks on Grimm who seems to have passed out from the pain. LJ grabs Hanibal by the hair and lifts him to his feet, but Hanibal mule kicks LJ in the balls and sends him screaming to the floor. Hanibal then charges Brod, who is still laughing, and nails a diving forearm into his back sending him crashing into the ring post, but Hanibal hit the floor hard and is holding his knee. Grimm has recovered to his feet and picks up LJ and signals for the Fear Effect, and he nails it with authority on the floor.
Dawg: Fear Effect!!! This one is over!
Grimm is slow to make the cover and Dibley makes the count 1 .2 the count is broken up by and large man that jumped the guardrail. The man is Alexander, who lifts the batter Grimm off the ground and kicks Grimm in the gut and calls for the Fall of Rome. Alexander lifts Grimm up on to his back and smiles to the crowd and he drives the back of Grimm's head on to the Trashcan. Kull has also jumped the guardrail and picked up the injured Hanibal who tries to fight back but Kull kicks him in his knee. Kull then signals for the Conqueror and lifts Hanibal up for it and drives Hanibal down on to Grimm and the Trashcan.
Stanyer: Could this be?
Dawg: NO!!! This can't be happening!!!
Alexander then walks over to LJ and drags him over to Grimm and Kull drags Brod over to Hanibal. The throw them on top of Grimm and Hanibal and tell Duane Dibley to make the count. Dibley drops to his knees and makes the count 1 .2 3!
Stanyer: I don't believe it!!!
Dawg: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Stanyer: On their PWF in-ring debut, Down Under Xpress have claimed PWF Gold!!! Unbelievable!!! I don't think anyone has EVER won a Title on their PWF debut, this is most definitely a first.
Dawg: There will most certainly be retribution for this, I can guarantee you that.
Alexander and Kull start walking up the ramp with smiles on their faces and Dibley raises the hands of DUX.
We arrrive backstage prior to the main event, Sabre and MVD are standing outside of the gWo locker room discussing something.
MVD: Don't worry about Homicide, you know what he's got coming.
Sabre: All good fun.
MVD: Just remember the plan, and don't worry, I'll always be here to back you up if you need it.
Sabre: No worries, I don't need any help to beat this jackass.
Suddenly four police officers walk on camera.
Officer #1: Mr Van Dam?
MVD: Yes?
Officer #1: I am placing you under arrest for suspected assault, if you do not come with us freely, then we will have to restrain you. Officer Lewis will read you your rights, follow me.
MVD: What the hell? I didn't do anything?
Officer #1: That's what they all say. Come on.
Sabre: Wonderful, there goes the backup.
Stanyer: Looks like someone has had MVD arrested, I wonder who
Dawg: Has to be Gambino, or Outlaw, they are both as bad as each other.
Stanyer: I guess Sabre is going to have to go it alone in tonights main event, a rematch of the Last Man Standing Tournament Final. This one should be a classic.
The arena blackens and the opening cords of "Debonaire" 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!!!"
"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.
Report: Homicide and Sabre circle around each other, a few words are being exchanged, then they tie up in the centre of the ring and the bell rings. Homicide uses his superior power to push Sabre back into the corner. Homicide then reels back and goes for a big right hand, but Sabre uses his speed to slide out of the way and Homicide punches nothing but air. Sabre responds with a couple of fast rights to Homicide's face, he then goes to whip him to the ropes, but Homicide reverses and Sabre goes into the ropes. Homicide then goes for a clothesline, but Sabre ducks underneath and carries on, Homicide spins and charges at Sabre and before the Australian can react, he is floored by a Big Boot from the Boston native. Homicide drags Sabre to his feet and then fires off a couple of hard right hands followed by a boot to the gut. Homicide then slides behind Sabre and lifts him up for a Back Drop, but Sabre flips out and lands behind him. Sabre scores with two hard forearms to the back and then attempts a Back Drop himself, but Homicide blocks it with a stiff Reverse Elbow. Sabre spins away and leans on the top rope, facing away from Homicide. The big man moves in, but Sabre is playing possum and lashes out with a hard kick to Homicide's gut. Sabre then delivers a perfect Swinging Neckbreaker before hooking the leg back for a cover. ..1 Homicide powers out quite easily. Sabre pulls Homicide up and hits a couple of hard forearms and then pushes Homicide backwards into a corner before beginning to deliver hard shoulder thrusts. Sabre then takes a step back and shows off to the crowd, who unsurprisingly, boo him. Sabre then decides to show off and does a Backflip before going for a big shoulder block, Homicide has other ideas however, and raises his knee up, allowing Sabre to career head first into his knee. Sabre staggers around the ring seeing stars. Homicide holds his gut a little as he heads towards Sabre and then quickly whips him into the ropes. Homicide then scoops Sabre up and plants him with a hard Sidewalk Slam. Homicide hooks the leg back. 1 .2 Sabre kicks out without too much trouble. Homicide pulls him up to his feet, Sabre suddenly headbutts Homicide in the gut, doubling him over, he does it again, but Homicide delivers a powerful club across Sabre's back to regain control. Homicide pulls Sabre up to his feet and then hooks him up for a Vertical Suplex, Sabre blocks the first attempt, but a knee from Homicide allows him to deliver the Suplex. The Boston Massacre comes off the ropes and then delivers a hard elbow to Sabre's gut, he then goes for the cover. ..1 .2 Sabre kicks out. Homicide mounts Sabre and begins to pound his face with stiff right hands before pulling the young Aussie back to his feet. Homicide then whips Sabre hard into the turnbuckle.
Stanyer: After the match these two put on in the LMS Final, we can expect nothing less than greatness in this match.
Dawg: Greatness always accompanies Sabre to the ring, if he is in a match, then his match will be great, it's guaranteed.
Stanyer: Whatever you say. I was referring more to the fact that the two wrestlers know each other a bit better now, they'll know what moves the other man likes to use, and will have learned ways to counter them.
Dawg: I knew that, I was just testing to see if you did.
Homicide paces up to Sabre, who is in the corner and then drives a hard knee straight to the gut. Homicide then follows up with more slow, but precise knees to the gut. Homicide then lets Sabre drop to his knees holding his stomach. Homicide then lifts Sabre back to his feet and then whips him full force into the opposite turnbuckle, the aussie wonder staggers out of the corner and into the waiting Homicide, who lifts him up into a Military Press, he then Gorilla Presses him a few times before dropping him onto his shoulder, but then Sabre slides down Homicide's back and then delivers a low jumping Dropkick to the back of the knee.Homicide is instantly knocked off his feet and stays down holding his left knee, giving Sabre a few precious moments to recover his senses. Both men begin to get to their feet, making Mark Johnson's mandatory 10 count needless. Homicide lashes out with a couple of hard right hands, Sabre manages to move his head quickly, and they become nothing more than glancing blows. This allows Sabre to retaliate with a couple of hard knife edge chops which look to have created a few blisters on Homicide's chest. Sabre then delivers two quick kicks to Homicide's knee before Homicide catches Sabre's foot during the attempted third kick. Sabre immediately counters with a perfect Enziguri. Homicide crashes to the mat holding his head. Sabre then rolls to his feet and walks over to Homicide. He turns him onto his back and then grabs his left leg and then does a Spinning Leg Twist. Homicide reels up in pain, grasping for his left knee, but Sabre punches him back down. Sabre pulls the left leg up again and delivers a second Leg Twist, twisting and contorting the ligaments in Homicide's knee. Sabre holds Homicide's leg before he delivers a third twist, and then looks around the crowd, as if wants them to dare him to do it for a third time. A chant of "Sabre Sucks" starts to ring around the arena, Sabre looks displeased and then starts the third Leg Twist, but Homicide boots him in the face and sends him sprawling into the ropes, much to the delight of the crowd. Homicide rises quickly, although he immediately reaches for his knee upon standing. Sabre suddenly comes off the ropes and before Homicide can react, Sabre smashes into his knee with a Low Dropkick.
Stanyer: I know this sounds weird, and I can't believe I am saying this, but I think Sabre has come into this match with an actual strategy.
Dawg: What? Sabre always comes into a match with a strategy. Sabre always comes down to the ring to win, that's his stragety, rumour is that it works well.
Stanyer: No, I mean that Sabre has come up with a strategy devised to help him get the win.
Dawg: Nah, you must be hallucinating.
Stanyer: Seriously, Sabre is definitely trying to weaken Homicide's left knee, just like any good technical wrestler would do, take out the wheels of the big man.
Dawg: What can I say? Sabre must be the new Bret Hart.
Stanyer: Don't push it.
Sabre rolls over the fallen Homicide and then pulls his left leg back into a Single Leg Crab, crouching down on the leg to increase the pressure on the knee instead of the back. Homicide uses his strength and begins to crawl his way towards the ropes, all the while fighting against the constant pain. Sabre doesn't wait for Homi to reach the ropes, he lets go before then and drags him towards the corner of the ring. Sabre then leaps to the top rope and then does a spectacular Corkscrew Senton Bomb, landing smack bang on Homicide's legs. The big man from Boston rolls around gripping his left knee, trying his best not to show that he is in pain. Sabre goes for the cover. 1 2 .. Homicide still has the energy to kick out. Sabre pulls Homicide towards the edge of the ring and then slides out, pulling just Homicide's left leg with him, he places it over the bottom rope and then pulls back and down, stretching the knee across the bottom rope. Sabre releases the hold and then rolls back into the ring, leaving Homicide's leg hanging on the bottom rope. Sabre then spectacuarly slingshots over the ropes and comes down on Homicide's leg with a Leg Drop. Even the crowd in the front row winces as Homicide pulls his leg away, cringing in pain. Sabre then paces around the ring, taunting the fans, especially one in the front row who is wearing a Homicide T-Shirt. Sabre then rolls back in the ring, where Homicide is trying to get to his feet, but can't put any weight on his left knee. Sabre lets Homicide stand and even allows him to swing a right hand. Sabre swiftly ducks the blow, Homicide loses his balance and the left knee gives out and he crashes to the canvas. Sabre dances around the ring laughing at Homicide and then gets back to business, as the crowd jeer him. Sabre pulls Homicide up and then pushes him into the corner. Sabre then lifts the big man up to the top turnbuckle. Sabre climbs up and blows a kiss to the crowd before delivering the Sabrecanranna (Frankensteiner). Sabre goes for the cover. .1 .2 .. Homicide just gets his shoulder up. Sabre then pulls Homicide into the centre of the ring and holds his left leg and delivers a couple of kicks to the inside of the left knee and then begins to lock on the infamous Figure Four Leg Lock.
Stanyer: This could be it for Homicide, Sabre's done a grand job on his knee, and now has the Figure Four locked in good and proper, if Homicide escapes this situation, he deserves to win the match.
Dawg: Which is why he won't escape this situation, it's only a matter of time before he taps out.
Stanyer: Oh you'd be surprised, Homicide is a tough bastard, but a knee joint is a knee joint, it can only take so much.
Homicide trys to reach over and hit Sabre, but it puts too much strain on the knee and he collapses back onto his shoulders, where Mark Johnson makes a count. ..1 ..2 .. Homicide sits back up again, but in doing so, increases the pain. Homicide begins to pull himself towards the ropes, but soon realises that he would be better trying to turn Sabre over. Homicide summons up all his strength to try and turn Sabre over, but Sabre just manages to hold onto the Figure Four and Homicide drops back down onto his shoulders. .1 ..2 .. Homicide sits back up and again trys to turn Sabre over, this time he succeeds, and gets a massive pop from the crowd for doing so. Now the pain is in Sabre's knee, but he quickly breaks the hold. Both men get to their feet, Homicide struggling to stand on his knee. Sabre aims to end the match and goes for the Sabre's Edge (Rios Driver), but Homicide counters with an awesome Sitout Powerbomb. Homicide rolls away and curls up gripping his injured knee. Mark Johnson begins the mandatory ten count. As we near the 8 count, both men are beginning to get to their feet, Sabre makes it up before the 9 count, Homicide just after. Sabre goes for a right hand, but Homicide blocks it and then floors Sabre with the Boston Haymaker. Sabre bounces back up holding his jaw, only to be floored by a second Boston Haymaker. Sabre gets up and goes for a kick to the injured knee, but Homicide catches it, Sabre attempts the Enziguri, but Homicide ducks it. Homicide then flips Sabre's leg up in the air. However Sabre shows his agility by flipping forward and landing on his feet and then jumping onto the 2nd rope and then diving off with an attempted Dropkick, however Homicide palms it away. Sabre gets up and Homicide drags him up and then lifts him up into a Military Press, his knee starts to give up, but the adrenalin flowing through his blood counter-acts the pain and he then deliver Intentional Homicide (Body Press Front Slam). Homicide hooks the leg. 1 ..2 . Sabre kicks out. With the adrenalin really flowing now, Homicide pulls Sabre up and throws him to the ropes where he snaps him up and then bring him down to earth with a bump thanks to a powerful Spinebuster. Homicide again hooks the leg. .1 .2 . Sabre just kicks out. Homicide gets up and raises the crowd, who really get behind him. Homicide pulls Sabre up and scoops him up over his shoulder, and then delivers the evil Cell Splitter (Fire Thunder Driver). Homicide covers. .1 .2 Sabre just gets his shoulder up in time. Homicide backs away and waits for Sabre to get to his feet, he then charges in, looking for a Spear, but at the last moment, Sabre pulls Mark Johnson in the way to take the brunt of the move. Homicide is angered, but as he tries to pick Sabre up, he gets kicked bang on the knee cap and staggers away. Sabre then uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet.
Stanyer: Anything could happen now that the referee is out, if the ref could call it, he'd probably be disqualifying Sabre right now.
Dawg: But he's not, and it wasn't Sabre's fault that the referee was in the way, Homicide was the one who speared him.
Stanyer: Homicide was aiming for Sabre, until the ref was drafted in to protect Sabre, not by choice.
Dawg: Rubbish, the ref was just dumb enough to wander into the path of a wrestler, happens all the time.
Stanyer: Yeah, whatever.
Homicide charges at Sabre, but the aussie leaps up and scores with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Sabre then begins to climb to the top turnbuckle. Sabre toes a quick wheel motion with his hands and then goes for the 450 Splash, however Sabre Air suffers a crash landing, as Homicide moves out of the way and then quickly moves to his feet, although he then winces as pain shoots through his knee. Sabre staggers to his feet and Homicide hooks him up from behind and then delivers the Boston Massacre. Homicide hooks the leg. . But the referee is out cold, Homicide goes over and tries to wake up the referee. Suddenly there is murmuring from the crowd, the camera spins to see what's going on, suddenly a fan wearing a gWo T-Shirt jumps over the barrier, but this is no ordinary fan, this is Jason Hunt!!! The former PWF Superstar quickly looks under the ring and then pulls out a Sledgehammer before rolling back into the ring. Homicide hears Hunt coming into the ring, but not in time to stop Hunt delivering an evil Sledgehammer shot to Homicide's injured knee. Security then swarm the ring and pin Hunt down so they can handcuff him. They then drag him out of the ring and take him up the ramp towards the backstage area. Sabre staggers to his feet, sees Homicide out rolling around clutching his knee and simply smiles. Mark Johnson is beginning to recover as Sabre quickly pulls Homicide into the centre of the ring and locks on the Figure Four. Homicide fights the hold, but eventually drops to his shoulders. .1 ..2 .. Homicide shoots up off the canvas and continues to fight, but the pain finally begins to take it's toll and Homicide's shoulders drop back to the canvas. .1 2 3!!!! Sabre releases the hold and Homicide rolls away, holding his injured knee. Sabre jumps up and then climbs the turnbuckle to gloat over the thousands of fans who wanted Homicide to win.
Stanyer: I hope they throw Jason Hunt in prison for that, he could have ended Homicide's career with that shot!!
Dawg: Bah, so what? It's only his knee, he'll survive. Besides, if he's injured, Sabre gets to take his place at BP3.
Stanyer: No wonder Sabre is so eager to take Homicide out, he was the runner-up, and also the backup if Homicide was injured pre-BP3.
Dawg: It took you this long to figure that out?
Stanyer: Well, Hunt is no longer on the PWF Roster, he shouldn't even be in the building, I don't know how he got in.
Dawg: I'm sure he has contacts, don't worry about that.
Stanyer: Well, we are out of time folks, we'll let you know what happens to Hunt next week. And of course, we'll update you on Homicide's condition. See you next week folks.