Main
Latest News
Television
PPV
Roster
Forums
Latest
Havoc #61
Havoc #60
The End of the World IV
Information
History
Application
Rules
Administration
Creative Staff
Television
Staff
Contacts
News
Login
RCA Dome
Indiana, Indianapolis
Sunday 27th October 2002
Attendance: 21,931
Voice: "All men strive to achieve greatness."
Images flash up of past PWF champions, first from the old PWF. We see images of when Gambino was controversially crowned PWF champion for the first time. Then we see Diablo winning his first PWF World Title, followed by PWF legend Eraser winning the very first PWF World Title match.
Voice: "All men desire to be better than the next man."
The images are now moving through the new PWF, first Power G's spectacular victory over Gambino at House of Pain. Then Crusader's triumphant win at War Games. Then Gambino's dramatic victory over Crusader at The End of the World.
Voice: "Only a few achieve this greatness."
The images speed up and we flash back through pics of FireStorm, Eraser, Blackbird, Bloodbath, Gambino again, the current champion, Matt Van Dam.
Voice: "Those who desire greatness fight long and hard to reach for their lofty goal."
We see images of wrestlers battling through injuries, bloodied wrestlers desperately hanging on to try and win a match.
Voice: "But only when a man acheives greatness does he understand the one and only rule of greatness ."
The images flash by of wrestlers winning titles.
Voice: "STAY THERE"
Suddenly the music changes to an evil rock theme and the images take on a darker tone as various past PWF champions use any and all means necessary to hold onto their titles. Chair shots, help from others, cheap low blows, belt shots, anything to stay at the top. The images speed up until they are nothing more than a blur and then it suddenly stops with an image of Homicide and Matt Van Dam staring at each other across the ring, then it cuts to blackness, and silence.
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 RCA Dome, 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 Sunday Night Havoc. We are live in Indianpolis for one of the biggest shows of the year. We've a match that was originally scheduled to be on the interfed show, BaloolaPalooza 3. As we promised, the winner of the Last Man Standing tournament would face the World Champion, originally meant to be at BP3, but instead, that match will take place TONIGHT.
Dawg: Your forgetting something, at this moment in time, we don't even know if Homicide is going to be fit to wrestle tonight, and we all know who is next in line to replace him.
Stanyer: Yes, don't we all know it. But that will not bode well for the gWo if Sabre was to face MVD, they are pretty much the only members of the gWo left!!!
Dawg: Good point actually, fear not, the gWo will survive.
Stanyer: They've made a rather annoying habit of doing just that.
Dawg: Well, I for one would like to see Sabre & MVD fight it out, they'd put on a spectacular match, and still be friends afterwards.
Stanyer: That's doubtful.
Dawg: You saying they wouldn't put on a great match?
Stanyer: I'm saying their friendship might not survive the match!!
Dawg: Don't be silly, they'll survive, no worries.
Stanyer: Well it's time to get this show on the road.
The arena darkens and the lights turn a dark green. "Snap your Fingers, Snap your Neck" by Dry Kill Logic hits the arena speakers as "Mu Ha Ha" flashes up on the Ultra-Tron, followed by the gWo symbol, then a yin/yang symbol. Matt Van Dam fades in front of the symbol and then MVD walks through the curtain, the PWF World Title casually laid over his shoulder. MVD paces to the ring, with a confident look about him. He leaps over the top rope and then paces over to the far corner. He jumps to the 2nd turnbuckle and then does a two thumb pose. He drops back down and asks for a mic, then does a cut-throat sign, indicating that he wants the production team to cut the music.
MVD: "Man, I wish I could say it was good to be here, but to be honest, my prison cell looked better than this dump."
MVD laughs at his own comment as the crowd deliver a deluge of boos and various jeers, all directed at the PWF World Champion.
MVD: "I must thank Gambino for that wonderful experience. Getting arrested, being stuck in a dingy cell all night, then being interrogated by the dumbass police. I mean, do they know who I am? I'm M .V .D (with two thumb pose). However I must give kudos to Gambino, he managed to wriggle his way out an assault charge, which I filed against him. Don't worry, I'll make sure that I repay you for your kindness."
A chant of "asshole" starts up, MVD ignores it
MVD: "I mean, can you believe the audacity of that man? To accuse me of not just assaulting Outlaw, but kidnapping him as well! As if I would ever do such a thing."
MVD puts on his innocent face as the crowd continue their relentless booing.
MVD: "Fear not my fellow gWoites, for justice will be served, ahh .. screw this."
The crowd sound a little confused.
MVD: "I had a nice, really fancy speech planned out, just to wind Gambino up, but I really can't be bothered with that bullshit tonight. I'll make this plain and simple. Gambino, if you EVER, and I mean, EVER pull a stunt like that again, I'll make sure you understand the true definition of pain. Now get this into your thick skull, I did not kidnap Outlaw, I didn't attack Outlaw, I did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to him. It sounds to me like you've made yourself another enemy."
The crowd aren't sure whether to believe MVD, or not.
MVD: "But enough about the New York Jackass, lets move onto another jackass, this one's from Boston. You know who I mean, your beloved Homicide. A man named after the criminal offence he committed. If anyone should be thrown in prison, it's him. He's a walking time bomb, just waiting to go off."
Surprise, surprise, the crowd boo MVD, this time about as loudly as they can get.
MVD: "There is good news for everyone though. Thanks to my good friend, Sabre, Homicide has been rendered incapable of wrestling. So tonights main event folks, is not happening, it's been cancelled, book something else, Ken Kido v Rex Chapman, I really don't care. Homicide can't wrestle, and that means he forfeits the match, to me."
The arena boos loudly at Matts words, and the heat only gets amplified as 'Brand New Hate' by the Backyard Babies suddenly hits the speakers. The fans attention gets drawn once again to the stage as Sabre struts out from behind the curtain with a wry grin on his face as 'Fighting Champion!' flashes on the 'tron in between shots of The Man performing the cocky pin on numerous opponents. He ignores the screams of the fans at ringside as he slowly approaches the ring, walking through the ropes and looking at MVD, mic in hand...
Sabre: "Matt, Matt, Matt..."
Sabre stops suddenly, looking into the crowd with an angry stare as the all too familiar 'Sabre sucks' chant begins to fill the arena...
Sabre: "Matt there's no doubt that Homicide... sadly... won't make it into the building tonight due to an unforseen injury last week on Havoc... for those lazy buggers who didn't watch Havoc last week, that basically means he challenged The Man to a 'loser gets crippled by the better wrester' match and, well, I crippled the moron. Now I'd better get my point across quickly before some OTHER piece of crap hero type like Gambino walks out here and tries to ruin my fun... Firstly if I knew that the Last Man Standing tournament meant you got a title shot on Havoc??? Well... let's just say I wasted a lot of time and effort on that Pay Per View idea. But what am I saying? wrestling on Badelayed Pacancelled 3 sounds just as worse. Let's just say management has a lot of splainin' to do. Secondly... you can bet your life savings on the fact that Homicide, our 'Last Man Standin' isn't standing no more, because he has officially wasted his contendership. It's a real shame Homicide just didn't have the strength to move past his little twisted ankle, because it means Matt wins by forfeit and has the night off. And when you think about it, that means that you, the fans don't get treated to a main event title match tonight."
Sabre lets the packed arena boo loudly, smirking arrogantly before lifting the mic back up to his lips...
Sabre: "Or do you?"
The crowd quietens down after hearing the response, and cameras cut from MVDs confused look back to Sabre's grinning mug...
Sabre: "You see, I don't want to put words in 'ol Matt's mouth, but he's a competitor, darn it. He has the spirit of a World champ who's more than ready to put the belt on the line at anytime, anywhere. Now even though Homicide couldn't cut it as a contender it's not fair that Matt has to sit on the couch tonight and eat potato chips, wishing he had a rival with a bit more stamina. But fear not fans... because you can say a lot about the PWF but one thing you can't blame it for is having a champ who won't fight, and an empty contendership spot. What I'm saying is TONIGHT... It's time MVD put that belt on the line against the new AND IMPROVED number one contender... The fighting champion who has worked his way up the ranks week in and week out... The fan favourite who did it his way... yours truly.... SABRE!"
Sabre spins around in the middle of the ring, arms open taking in the atmosphere as the fans both cheer and boo loudly in mass confusion. MVD however, seems to have replaced his initially shocked reaction with one of anger, as he strides up to the celebrating Sabre. To the delight of fans everywhere, he pushes Sabre against a turnbuckle yelling loudly and pointing his finger...
Sabre: "Woah, there champ... Now I can see why you can be upset over this. I mean, you've had dealings with the type of chump that screw you when your back is turned in order to 'stand alone' but trust me on this one... in NO WAY am I out to steal your thunder. You're the champ and the leader of the gwo... Buuuuuut at the same time.... look at it this way... you're the PWF World champion, and I'm the fighting champion... we can put on a match for the ages here. And in order to settle this like the gentlemen we are, why wait for a PPV main event? Why wait for the buyrates that the two best superstars in the buisness don't need? If we're gonna do this, then we do this tonight rather than wait a whole month because we owe this to ourselves... and especially to our fans out there. So lets go... Matt Van Dam versus Sabre for the PWF World title... and who knows, maybe tonight we'll get to see a new champ...
The fans aren't really buying Sabre's deal and neither is MVD as Sabre reaches out to shake the World champs hand. Matt has none of that, swatting the hand away and once again getting in Sabre's face...
Cutting off the rant of Matt Van Dam, 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, to the surprise of the gWo and all, and he raises his arms to the approval in each corner of the ramp with a braced leg and a microphone in hand. When the cheers die down, Homicide raises the mic with a few words to differ.
Homicide: "Doctors orders are enough for some, but I am not of the ordinary dime-a-dozen, my friends.. You see, I may not have the status of my likings around one-hundred, but even fifty percent is enough for me.. I am twice the man each of you are, Sabre, Matt, and I figure now we are about even, in ability that is.. But it is not ability alone that wins a match nor makes a man, it is the heart and soul that drives him that makes him, and there is NO bigger nor stronger heart than the one that services myself! I have been in this business longer than most, working my way up from bar room brawls to Boston Massacre Matches, and surviving that has made me a hard man to break, and 'tis not a crack inside me! It takes more than that which you have inside, Sabre, than to break me! Years of brutality will not be forfeited with minutes of anguish and suffering, pal, and the only thing you earned yourself last week on Havoc was one big fucking red medal, a BULLSEYE!!!"
The crowd erupts in a loud pop as 'Homicide' chants echo throughout all corners of the arena. Sabre is taken back by both the cheers and the jeering words of His Massacreness, and MVD is ready to put in a few words of his own when Homicide continues the verbal enlightenment;
Homicide: "With that aside, Matt, it is YOUR turn to listen now! You can laugh and joke about how I will hobble around the ring tonight, but when all is said and done, you wont be able to laugh! If it takes me leaving on a stretcher and sharing an ICU room with you, it will be done! I didn't spend twenty months in this company to settle for second-best, and I didn't fight four grueling matches to win the contendership to just lie down for you neither! I stand here, before you, as a man on a mission, his life put into his work, and his pleasure put in his successes.. I will NOT rest without that golden strap in my possession, tonight, Matt! I will not leave without it! If I must cripple every last member of security and medical aid to roll off of that stretcher and drag myself to its presence, than that is how it will end! If I see but one more day, that is how it will end!"
Both in respect and understanding of his emotions, the crowd is loud and proud behind their Massacre.
Homicide: "Do you get me, Matt? Do YOU think for one moment that you are ready to comprehend the pain which you'll have inflicted upon yourself tonight? You know you aren't ready! I know you aren't ready! All you can do is BRACE YOURSELF, and hope that by some miracle of God, that you are able to see tomorrow! Because, when a MASSACRE is UNLEASHED, NOTHING AT ALL SURVIVES!!!!!!"
The roof of the building is nearly blown off as the crowd finishes the chant with His Massacreness and then roars back with his same passion. A sinister sneer is upon the Massacre's face, and after a few moments go by, as if he left something unsaid, Homicide has a few choice-words for someone;
Homicide: "Oh, and Sabre, perhaps last week I jumped the gun a bit and underestimated you, but tonight, your luck wont be quite the same.. For now, with my apologies to him accepted, someone else has a little something planned for your funeral!"
Homicide steps back behind the curtain to cheers as a favorite-familiar tone hits the speakers.
I Stand Alone blares throughout the arena as Gambino steps out from behind the curtain and onto the PWF stage. The crowd goes wild. In the ring, MVD and Sabre do not look pleased at all.
Gambino: Hey there fellas, why the long faces? You know, I never claimed to be the brightest guy in the world, and maybe I'm wrong about this...but you guys don't seem happy to see me? Matt, did you think I would stay locked up in some piss infested cell forever? If that's what you were thinking then you were dead wrong. I was out just in time to pay your lovely wife, Jennifer, a visit down at the gym. She's quite a worker you know? I've got the footage if you want to see it Matt.
MVD shakes his head no.
Gambino:Yeah I think we'll watch it. Roll the tape....
The screen lights up as a video of JVD working out plays. We see her bench pressing and then Gambino walks up behind her and presses the bar down. Words are exchanged between the two, and then Gambino presses the bar even further onto her throat, choking her. He releases it and begins to walk away. JVD charges Gambino and he turns in time to block her slap, and knocks her down with a shot of his own. The video fades out with Gambino standing over a fallen JVD. Back in the ring, Matt Van Dam is livid over what he's just seen.
Gambino: Well, it seems that Matt Van Dam doesn't enjoy the taste of his own medicine. You can dish it out but can take it in Matt? You did this. You're the one who took this to a whole different level and made it personal. Not me! The only person you have to blame for any harm that may come to your wife, is yourself! Before, this was strictly between you and me, and it was all about being Champion. It's about a whole lot more now Matt, and I don't think you know what you've gotten yourself into. But you will know, soon enough. As far as the title is concerned, I see you've added your own little touch to the PWF Championship Belt. You can spray paint gWo on the belt all you want and it won't change a damn thing. You see, that ugly green paint can be washed off, but the PWF name is engraved in that gold forever.
Gambino pauses before directing his attention towards Sabre.
Gambino: Sabre...fighting champion is it? Isn't that what you call yourself? I'm curious how someone can call themself a fighting champion when they are not a champion? You're not a champion now, and as much as I hate to be the one to deliver bad news, you never will be a champion either. You'll never be 'The Man' as you claim you are. In fact, I'm still trying to figure out if you're even A man at all, nevermind THE man. But that's another story all together.
Gambino breaks into a bit of a laugh. The crowd laughs a bit as well.
Gambino: What I'm trying to say, Sabre, is give up on your dreams and accept your reality. You'll never be the main eventer you hope to be. You're doomed to live out your career as a lowly mid-carder, and competing against such illustrious superstars such as Ken Kido, and the Porn King himself, Rex Chapman. Oh sure, you beat me once Sabre. The last time we faced off you came out with the win. There's no denying that fact. But this time, you don't have a fast counting ref on your side. Sad as it may be, this is in fact your future in the PWF. You can fantasize about being the best all that you want, but the fact is you live your life in a dream world...and tonight's your wake up call.
Gambino drops the microphone on the stage as the crowd cheers. I Stand Alone plays again and Gambino leaves through the curtain, leaving Sabre and MVD in the ring discussing things.
The camera fades to a large corporate office building with many professional looking people carrying out their business. The camera zooms in on a single man facing the building wearing extremly baggy jeans and what looks to be Inmate's T-shirt also a few sizes larger than neccessary. Continuing to zoom in it becomes overly obvious that it is Inmate himself.
Inmate: I can't believe Pel is making me do this! FUCK!
As he walks in, people stare at him like he's a fish out of water, and in a sense he is.
Stanyer: Those were shots of Inmate attending his manditory anger mangement classes which he's been going to all week.
Dawg: Good, Maybe he'll finally quit attacking people for no reason.
Stanyer: He has a reason, it's because he's pissed off.
Dawg: Ok maybe he'll stop attacking people for no good reason.
Stanyer: Apparently being pissed off is reason good enough for Inmate.
"Messenjah" by P.O.D hits and Grimm and Hanibal walk out to a mixed reaction. Canadian Kaos walks down to the ring and sldie in. Grimm pulls out a mic from his tights and tells the music to cut quickly
Grimm: C....K....In...Da...Houusssseeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Surprisingly while this is being said some fans join in
Grimm: Well, last we we had an interesting match...aww fuck it! we got cheated out by some dam aussies and for what reason!? because The Gods of War had to run in on us again and cost us our only second loss in tag team divison....and now our spot for the first ever PWF Unified Tag Team titles because those dam aussie stole our titles! But me and Hanibal have discussed our situation vigerously and we've decided to split up..CK is no more
The Crowd erupts and begins a Bman chant, Grimm looks surprised as he turns from side to side quickly looking like a mad man, he climbs on the turnbuckle and looks out before raises his arms in the air to a huge eruption. he climbs down and tosses the mic to Hanibal
Hanibal: But we CK are gonna give u the fans one more chance to see The Icon, The Hardcore King HANIBAL! and...Grimm in a tag match against GOW..if those punny bastards except our challenge...
Grimm takes the mic back
Grimm: Kull, Alexander..this isn't bout a fued this is a tag teams last match and it's a respect match in my case..I respect you guys and what you've done in wrestling so how bout it...one more match...
Click Click Boom by Saliva hits and the arena erupts. The Gods of War walk out on to the entry ramp and stop. Alexander has a mic in hand and Kull stands beside him. The crowd starts up a chant of G.O.W.! and Alexander finally signals that he's gonna talk.
Alexander: One good cheat deserves another Grimm. We interfered in your match, because we finally had a chance to screw you guys over just like you did us countless times. Now granted we weren't the ones recieving the gifts but hell it was still nice to see you guys cry. As far as this begining CK final match and you want to go out with some respect facing use in a match, I say thats cool.
Alexander hands Kull the mic.
Kull: We've had some crazy fights over the past year, and we've damn near killed each other several times. When it's all said and done though one thing will have been gained, and thats is a shit load of respect on both sides. When the bell rings you can expect a fight, and when it's over, we'll shake your hands and send you off.
The Gods of War make their way down to the ring as we get ready for the match.
Stanyer: It looks like we have ourselves an opening matchup, one that we didn't expect.
Dawg: It's a shame to see the end of Canadian Kaos, I liked them, but I guess I shall have to support them as singles wrestlers now.
Stanyer: This is the Gods of War's last chance to pick up a win over CK, they've never beaten them in a Tag match before.
Dawg: Guess they'll never beat Canadian Kaos then.
Credit: Bud King
Report: The match starts off with Kull and Grimm. Duane Dibley singles for the bell and the match begins. Kull and Grimm lock up and Grimm powers him into a neutral corner. Dibley breaks them up but Grimm doesn't give Kull a chance to get out of the corner as he flies in with a flurry of punches. Grimm then whips Kull across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. Kull stumbles out and Grimm connects with a diving forearm. Grimm mounts the fallen Kull and drives his right hand into Kull's forehead repeatedly. Grimm then lifts him up and walks him over to Hanibal and locks in a headlock and makes the tag. Hanibal jumps in the ring and kicks Kull in the ribs. Hanibal whips him to the ropes and then runs off the opposite ropes for a running clothesline but is meet with a cross body block from Kull. Kull is slow to get up but kicks Hanibal in the side as he gets up from the mat. Kull then grabs him and nails a snap suplex and rises to his feet. Kull grabs his leg and drags him over to Alexander and makes the tag. Alexander jumps in and delivers a second rope elbow drop to Hanibal's ribs.
Stanyer: We're seeing two cohesive teams go at it tonight.
Dawg: This is pretty boring if you ask me it is a shame to see Canadian Kaos leaving though.
Alexander quickly lifts the fallen Hanibal and whips him to the ropes and tags Kull back in. Alexander charges Hanibal and misses a vicious clothesline, but just as he misses Kull springboards off the top rope and nails a wicked Missile drop kick. Grimm jumps the ropes and charges Alexander, who is leaving the ring, and sends him flying to the floor. Grimm then turns and is meet with and vicious Terra Kick from Kull. Grimm drops to the ground like a rock, but Kull turns into a boot to the gut and a pile driver. Hanibal then mounts the turnbuckle and delivers a sharp elbow drop to Kull's heart. Hanibal rise to his feet and begins stomping Kull as Dibley helps Grimm back to his corner. Before Hanibal or Dibley can see Alexander has reentered the ring and drops Hanibal with a running clothesline. Alexander returns to his corner and Kull drags himself over and makes the tag.
Dawg: Those cheating Gods, I'm going to laugh when CK ends their Tag Team career continuing their winning streak over those dumb asses.
Stanyer: Basic Tag Team wrestling, and a very smart move on the part of Kull to make the tag.
Alexander enters the ring and nits a snap gordbuster on Hanibal. With Hanibal reeling Alexander delivers and wicked DDT as he gets to his feet. Hanibal now lays motionless on the ground, but Alexander showing no mercy, lifts the fallen opponent off the ground and whips him to the ropes, where Grimm make a blind tag, Alexander drives Hanibal to the mat with a Boss Man Slam, but as he rise to his feet Grimm greets him with a diving clothesline. Grimm calls from the Fear Effect but Alexander counters with a punch to the ribs but before he can mount any offense Grimm kicks him in the gut and whips him to his own corner, Kull makes the blind tag.
Stanyer: That could be a huge mistake by Grimm, I don't even think he realizes Kull made the tag.
Dawg: Grimm, you idiot, Kull's the legal man WATCH OUT!
Before Grimm realize what has happened he charges at the slumped Alexander, as he approaches Kull jumps to the top ropes and springboards off and catches Grimm with a leaping hurricanranna. But before Kull can rise to his feet Hanibal comes off the top ropes with the Hanibal Effect. Hanibal grabs Grimm and lays him over Kull. Dibley sees the cover and makes the count 1 .2 .NO Kull got a shoulder up!
Stanyer: Oh MY GOD! How did Kull kick out of the usually automatic Hanibal Effect.
Dawg: And Hanibal's outside the ring celebrating the victory.
Kull wobbles to his feet and sees Hanibal on the outside taunting the crowd. Kull shakes the cobwebs and runs up the nearest ropes and dives out to Hanibal with the Dueling Fate plancha, Hanibal turns around just in the nick of time to see what hit him. Alexander has now stumbled out of the corner, but Grimm has already gotten to his feet and grabs the still groggy Alexander and delivers the Fear Effect to him. Grimm makes the cover, but Dibley informs him that Alexander is not the legal man. Grimm gets mad and shoves Duane to the ground knocking him out, and then slides to the outside and grabs a chair out from under the ring announcer.
Stanyer: Grimm's got a chair, this is a regular match that's illegal!
Dawg: Ahh who cares, hardcore standard, it's all the same.
Grimm Climbs back in the ring and takes a swing and the wobbly Alexander but he ducks and grabs the back of Grimm's head and drives his face into the chair and the mat with a running bulldog. Meanwhile, Hanibal was the first to his feet and he lifts Kull to his feet and drags him over to the announcers' table and punches Kull in the mouth and lays him across the announcers' table and then looks and the thing. Before anyone can respond Hanibal runs up the apron and springboards off the second rope with a moonsault that send both of them splintering through the table. Hanibal is the first one to his feet and then sets up an unfolded chair on the ring floor and sits Kull in it and charges the Apron again, but this time as he is about to springboard off the second rope Alexander nails Hanibal in the head with a wicked chair shot, sending him flying back. Just before he crashes into Kull, Kull rolls out of the chair causing Hanibal to crash into the steel chair, back first.
Stanyer: First our announce table and now my chair, this has not been my day.
Dawg: This was a snoozer before but man this two have really heated it up, I'm almost enjoying this.
Kull quickly slides into the ring, and Alexander lifts Grimm to his and calls for the Fall of Rome as Kull climbs the top rope. Alexander hoist Grim up and drives him to the mat with the Fall of Rome, and just as he hits Kull comes off the top rope with the Dragon Splash and makes the cover. Alexander revives Duane Dibley and drags him into position, and he makes the count .1 .2 ..3!
Stanyer: The Gods of War finally pick up a win over Canadian Kaos, in what turns out to be the Canadian last match.
Dawg: They only won, because it was CK's last match, they clearly weren't focused enough. Lucky Bastards.
Stanyer: Well later tonight we have a Tag Team Match between Sandstorm & Golgotha, but they have yet to choose their partners, however we hear that Sandstorm is looking for his partner as we speak, and I think we can go backstage, yes we can, let's see who Sandstorm is trying to recruit.
The scene opens up to Sandstorm walking down the PWF corridors backstage, the same place he was before he lost his MoM leadership last week on Havoc. He slightly glances over at the collauge he was looking at last week with the forming of the MoM picture on it, and continues down the hall. He is searching for a tag partner that will face Golgotha and his partner for later on. He looks over at a locker room door and smiles. He knocks on the door twice then enters. Unsurprisingly, the locker room is that of Law Hiyabusa's, as he is sitting on a mat on the floor doing crunches. Sandstorm walks over to him and Law smiles as Sandstorm lowers his hand and helps Law off of the floor.
Sandstorm: Law, I'm here because the PWF big wigs have placed me in a match against Golgotha and a mystery partner, and naturally, I'm gonna be needing a partner of my own. I can't think of anyone more loyal and trustworthy than you. Right now, even though I am no longer the leader of the Methods of Mayhem, it doesn't mean that I still can't deal out some mayhem. So tonight, what do you say, me and you go out there and show Golgotha and his little partner what being a real member of the Methods of Mayhem is all about!
Law: Sandstorm, I am with you 100% of the way, and I will show you that by going out there and laying a beating on Golgotha of epic proportions. That, and only that, will show Golgotha what he has done by taking your leadership away!
Sandstorm and Law lock hands as the scene fades to black.
Dawg: Looks like the Methods of Mayhem isn't totally dead yet.
Stanyer: The name may be dead, and Sandstorm may no longer be the leader, but they are still there in spirit. I wonder who Golgotha will choose in response.
Dawg: Whoever he chooses, I know it will be the right choice.
Stanyer: Wait, I hear Johnny Mayhem is backstage with Golgotha as we speak, we may just find out right now.
Golgotha is in his own private locker room. From the looks of it, he has finally taken advantage of some of Cole T. Profits money. From the leather recliner, to the snack try, to the coffee table, this room is well furnished. It even has a big screen TV/monitor, which we see Sandstorm and Law finishing their conversation. Suddenly, Johnny Mayhem comes into the Locker room.
Mayhem: "Golgotha, can I get a few words with you?"
Golgotha: "Is it ever a few words when you are asking the questions, Johnny?"
Mayhem: "Well...uhh...no...But I would like to interview you. Please?"
Golgotha: "Ok, just this once. Truth is, I want to know what idiotic questions your small brain has come up with to ask me this time."
Mayhem: "I'm sure that everyone wants to know why the sudden change in attitude Golgotha? You used to be someone who was respectable..."
Golgotha cuts Mayhem off before he can finish his statement.
Golgotha: "Respect? RESPECT! You of all people have some nerve talking about what is respectable, Johnny. You invade various superstars locker rooms and demand that they talk to you. Do you ever knock? Do you ever think, now might not be a good time? NO! You just barge in like you own the place. So before you go talking about who is respectable, make sure you are as well."
Mayhem: "Ok, moving on...Recently, you have aquired a Bodyguard. May I ask why do you feel like you need one?"
Golgotha: "I've been in the PWF for about a year. Do you know how many letters I get from the fans? Especially now that they all hate me. Truth is, you don't know what kind of pshycos are out there. Primarly, he is here to protect Cole and his money in case someone like Inmate tries to rob him. If I get jumped by some stupid fans or wrestlers, he has my back as well."
Mayhem: "But who is he? And why does he wear a mask all the time?"
Golgotha: "That is none of your business."
Mayhem: "I'd still like to know...but anyway, does it suprize you that Sandstorm chose Law to be his partner for the tag match tonight?"
Golgotha: "Not in the least. Sandstorm is a pathetic loser and so is Law. Pathetic losers need to stick together. Maybe they can form a support group or something. I'm pretty sure that Davey K would join the support group and so would..."
Golgotha gets inturpted by the door opening and Cole T. Profit, along with the Bodyguard entering the room. Cole goes over to Golgotha and whispers something to him, as the Bodyguard moves Mayhem a safe distance away from the duo, using way more force than nessacary.
Golgotha: "Ah...yes. I was just reminded by my good friend, Cole T. Profit, that I need to make an announcement. And what better time, than when I have everyones attention. Sandstorm, I told you that I would take everything you hold dear from you. I cost you your precious US Title, and taken your stable from you. But that isn't enough for me. No, I want to crush you from the inside out. To crush everything you've worked so hard to earn and accomplish here in the PWF. And I can't do it while I am in charge of the Stable that you built. So what would hurt you the most? If I destroyed the very thing you worked so hard to create...the Methods of Mayhem. As of right now, I am abolishing the Methods of Mayhem. It is finished, done, no more."
Mayhem: "WoW! Thats some announcement. Golgotha, you will have to face two of your former stable mates in a tag match tonight. Sandstorm has picked his partner, do you know who you will pick?"
Golgotha: "I have the perfect man in mind. Unlike Sandstorm, I won't pick a loser. No, the man that will be my partner will be a winner. A man who has won multiple Titles here in the PWF. Now, I have things to attend to, so if you will, please leave Mayhem."
Mayhem takes a step towards the door, but is apprehended by the Bodyguard. The masked man twists Mayhems arm into a hammer lock and escorts him out of the room, while Mayhem is whincing in extreme pain.
Stanyer: I guess he has an idea, but we will have to wait to find out.
Dawg: I can't wait for this match, Sabre is going to rip Gambino to shreds.
Stanyer: You're a little overconfident, you forget who Gambino is and what he has done in the PWF. Few people have beaten him, and I don't remember anyone beating him easily, not in a very long time.
Dawg: Sabre will make this match easy, he's just that damn good, that's why he's our US champion.
Stanyer: But he isn't the US champion, Davey K is.
Dawg: He's injured, Sabre injured him, so he claims the title, that's just the way it is.
Stanyer: Well, I can't quite see it being made official, ever.
Credit: Splinter
"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.
The arena lights dim as "I Stand Alone" by Godsmack blares through the sound system. The Gambino logo flashes across the tron screen, as various highlights from Gambino's career are shown. Red lights flash throughout the arena, creating a strobe light effect. More red lights shine upon the stage, near the entrance area. A spot light aims towards the entrance, as Gambino steps forward onto the stage and into the light. He walks further onto the stage, stopping at the top of the ramp. He raises his arms in the air as if to celebrate, then makes his way down the ramp. Once he reaches the ring, he climbs in and walks to a corner. He climbs the turnbuckle and looks out over the crowd as he once again raises his arms to the air. He then climbs down from the turnbuckle and awaits the beginning of the match.
James: Introducing, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 245lbs, ANTONIO GAMBINO
Report: Sabre and Gambino stand at opposite sides of the ring locked in a hated stare, Sabre steps forward as if he's about to throw a right, but then backs away. He does this again, Gambino gets annoyed and leaps forward, he lands three right hands but Sabre ducks the last one and drop toe holds Gambino so that Gambino's face bounces off the bottom rope. Gambino rolls away holding his face, Sabre puts his foot on Gambino's face and does a face twist. Gambino rolls away holding his face. Sabre taunts the crowd as Gambino starts to get up, Gambino gets to his feet, Sabre runs in but Gambino is ready, he takes Sabre out with a hard clothesline. Gambino then mounts Sabre and hits a series of vicious right hands. Gambino gets up and pulls Sabre up with him. Gambino then DDTs Sabre straight back down, he follows up with more mounted punching wearing his opponent down. Gambino then picks Sabre up again, this time he puts him down with a vicious piledriver, Gambino covers 1 Sabre kicks out before the count of two. Gambino lifts Sabre up and throws him to the turnbuckle, he then climbs up and begins to beat Sabre down. He lands a flurry of right hands to Sabres face, he jumps down and then slams the groggy Sabre face down into the mat. Gambino then rolls Sabre over and covers him again 1 Sabre just kicks out before the count of two. Gambino gets up looking slightly annoyed about not even getting a two count.
Dawg: Hah!! Gambino couldn't even keep Sabre down for a two count.
Stanyer: It makes no difference now, it's only who gets the three count that matters.
Dawg: Which will of course be the almighty Sabre.
Stanyer: Whatever you say.
Gambino picks Sabre up and hits a snapmare, he then locks in a sleeper hold. He keeps the hold locked in for a little while, until Sabre starts to get up, Gambino releases the hold and allows Sabre up to his feet. Gambino rushes in and tackles Sabre down to the mat, he follows up with a series of hard forearm shots to the face. Gambino then covers Sabre 1 2 Gambino just about gets a two count on Sabre. Gambino gets up, now starting to get a little bit angry about Sabre's tendency to kick out. Gambino once again picks Sabre up, he sets him up and plants him with a hard scoop piledriver. He then picks Sabre up and throws him to the ropes, on the way back Gambino takes Sabre out with a Mafia Kick (Rikishi Sidekick)! Sabre goes down hard, Gambino covers once again 1 2 Sabre kicks out. Gambino gets up looking ever more angry then before. He picks Sabre up and kicks him in the gut. Gambino sets Sabre up for the Gambino Bomb (Snap Powerbomb) but Sabre starts to land desperate punches, he then grabs Gambino's head and drills him with a brutal Sabre's Edge (Rios Driver) that sends Gambino head first into the mat. The two men lie still in the ring as the crowd chant for more, the referee starts his count out 1 2 3 4 Sabre starts to get up to his feet, Gambino also starts to stir, Sabre runs to the ropes and on the way back he hits a big missile dropkick to the side of Gambino's body, the impact sends Gambino sprawling back onto the ropes, Sabre then hits a second dropkick that sends Gambino over the top rope and down to the floor mats below, he hits them hard landing on the front of his body. Gambino starts to get up to his feet, Sabre shakes his head as if to say 'What Am I Doing ' He runs to the ropes, on the way back he dives through the ropes and crashes onto Gambino, the two men go down on the outside of the ring as the referee starts his count out again 1 2 3 4 5 6 Sabre gets up 7 Sabre rolls Gambino in the ring and then rolls in himself. Sabre then covers Gambino 1 2 Gambino kicks out. Sabre gets up holding his midsection from the crazy maneuver. Gambino starts to pull himself up, Sabre taunts the crowd and then runs in, he hits a big flying head scissors that sends Gambino down to the mat hard, Sabre then leaps up the top rope, he beckons Gambino up. Gambino gets to his feet, he turns round and sees Sabre come flying off. Sabre crashes into Gambino with a huge flying body press. Sabre covers Gambino, you can see he's hoping its over 1 2 Gambino puts his foot on the ropes, the referee sees it and stops the count. Sabre gets up and starts to throw abuse at the referee, Gambino struggles up and hits a vicious low blow on Sabre, the referee is looking Sabre in the eye, suddenly Sabre's face screws up in pain. Gambino turns Sabre round and then hits a huge In Harms Way (Sambo Suplex) driving Sabre down into the mat. Gambino then covers Sabre once again 1 2 Sabre kicks out with split seconds to spare, Gambino is in shock. Gambino gets up with a malicious glint in his eye, he proceeds to lock Sabre in the Gangster Stretch (Mafia Stretch).
Stanyer: This could be the end for Sabre, this is a vicious submission hold.
Dawg: But it is one that Sabre can, and will endure.
Stanyer: If he wants to win, he hasn't exactly got much choice.
Dawg: He's close to the ropes, only a couple of feet.
Gambino wrenches back on the hold, Sabre screams out in pain, he is reaching for the nearby ropes and just about reaches them. Gambino releases the hold and then pulls himself up. Gambino then hoists Sabre up on his shoulders, Sabre slips behind and then drills Gambino into the mat with a vicious full nelson suplex into a cover 1 2 Gambino kicks out. Sabre starts to get annoyed, Sabre picks Gambino up and goes for a big spinning heel kick Gambino ducks it and the referee gets Sabre's foot right in his face. Sabre sees this and instantly hits a vicious eye poke on Gambino followed by a vicious dragon screw that plants Gambino into the mat. Sabre then climbs the turnbuckle, someone comes over the barrier. Its Superstar Davey K! He takes the ropes out causing Sabre to fall crotch first into the ring post. Davey K climbs in and grabs the hanging Sabre and DDTs him off the turnbuckle into the mat. Sabre's head bounces off the mat violently. Davey K sets Sabre up and plants him with a huge Superstar Slam (Pedigree)! The Superstar then rolls out of the ring and throws in a steel chair. Davey K helps Gambino up and then lifts Sabre up. Gambino gets the idea and proceeds to plant Sabre into the chair with the Gambino Facebuster (Front Russian Leg Sweep)! Sabre's face bounces off the chair and Sabre lies on the mat bleeding. Davey K throws the chair out of the ring and then wakes the referee up, Davey K rolls out of the ring as the referee comes to his senses, he sees Gambino covering Sabre and makes the count 1 2 3!
Dawg: Dammit, he shouldn't be here!! He's supposed to be injured.
Stanyer: Not injured enough to dish out a little payback it seems.
Dawg: They'll be an inquiry over this, I guarantee you that.
Stanyer: They can inquire all they want, Gambino won, and that's that.
The cuts to the same corporate building as before zooming into a window where Inmat is sitting with a psychologist, Inmate is doing his best with the treatment as he can, but it's not helping much
Inmate: I can't seem to not be mad. Doctor Kavu.
Kavu: Have you tried counting to 10 whenever you feel angry?
Inmate: I count to 50 and it don't help.
Kavu: Have you taken up any new hobbies or interests to try and keep you from getting angry?
Inmate: One, but sometimes it only fuels the anger.
Kavu: Alright, have you tried exercising whenever your angry?
Inmate: I tend to get mad whenever I go to lift weights.
Kavu: Have you tried jogging?
Inmate: Yeah, it works for a while but then I get mad at the end to push myself further and further.
Kavu: Hmmmmmmmm. Well keep trying and whenever you find something that keeps you calm, write it down and remember it!
Inmate: Alright, well I've got a few things to do so I'm gonna ditch.
Kavu: Alright, same time tomarrow?
Inmate: Sure.
Inmate and Dr. Kavu get up and Kavu puts his hand out but Inmate simply walks out into the waiting room where Jagged is sitting reading a magazine and is obviously mad.
Inmate: What in the blue hell are you doing here Jagged?
Jagged: Same thing you are. You sure as hell took long enough.
Secretary: Jagged, Dr. Kavu will see you now.
Jagged: Ok.
Inmate: Hey before you go in there, you found anything to keep from beating the shit outta people?
Jagged: No, everything fucking thing he throws at me don't work for shit. You?
Inamte: Hell no. But I just thought of something and It might help you too. Gimmie a call when your done here and I'll explain it to ya.
Jagged: Deal.
The camera fades to an advertisement.
Golgotha is standing outside of a locker room. We can't see whose locker room it is, but the Hardcore Christian knocks on the door. It slowly opens and we see Silas Parish on the other side!
Golgotha: "Silas, I'll make this fairly quick. That loser Sandstorm has decided to team up with that punk Law for a tag match tonight. I have to find myself a partner. Truth is, I can imagine that you want a peice of Law. Especially after last week when he upset you in your match. What do you say?"
Golgotha extends his hand towards Silas as he gives his response.
Silas stands there for several seconds, looking Golgotha up and down but NOT shaking his hand. Eventually, Golgotha lowers his hand since Silas doesn't seem all that interested in touching him. After a few more seconds of thought, Silas' lip curls in a smile.
Parish: You have made the best choice possible Golgotha. Not only did you choose the BEST PWF Hardcore champion ever, not only did you pick a former PWF Extreme and United States champion as your partner, but you chose a man who has personally handed Sandworm an unholy beating more often than not. Thats pretty damn good thinking on your part, but it gets even better. Sandworm's partner is Law? The same Law that pulled off a major upset last week? That alone makes me whole heartedly agree to tag with you. I'll see you in the ring, but for now, excuse me, I have a message for the Cruiserweight champion.
Silas pushes past Golgotha and steps in front of the camera. He smirks and completely ignores Golgotha now.
Parish: I hope you're feeling all superior Law. You did something few people have ever done. You pulled out a win against me when I was totally focused and dialed in. Appreciate it while you can, because you're not rid of me yet. Not by a longshot. You see, I've set my sights on the Cruiserweight strap and as god as my witness, I'm gonna take it. Only next time, I hope our match isn't stuck on some low budget crap show like Armaggedon, no, next time our match better be on Havok. The stench of all the inbred morons in the crowd last time threw me off my game, but it won't happen again. You may have beaten me once Law, and for that, I applaude you, but its rare as hell that ANYONE beats me twice! Remember that... champ!
Silas stalks off out of camera range. Fade out.
Stanyer: Well, it looks like we now know what our Tag Team match will be, Golgotha & Silas Parish v Law & Sandstorm. What a tag team contest that is going to be.
Dawg: I can't wait, it might even top the main event!!
Stanyer: It'll do well to do that, this is a specially extended version of Havoc, JUST for the main event match.
Dawg: If I know MVD, it'll probably only last about 5 minutes, few kicks and a Five Star Frog Splash, and you'll have a lot of very dissappointed fans.
Stanyer: You'll be lucky if that happens. Well I am being told that our new Hardcore Tag Team Champions, Down Under Xpress, who won the titles on their PWF debut of all things, are on their way to the ring.
Dawg: They looked impressive last week, lets see if they can continue this roll that they are on.
The familiar slow bass riff is echoing throughout the building once again and the fans let out an inital small ovation. The lights go out and after about 10 seconds 'Praise' by Sevendust hits and the wire outline of the letters 'DUX' lowers over the ring and lights up the ringside area to a massive ovation. 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 as Brod and LJ walk through the curtain. They pause at the top of the ramp and soak in the fans cheers as lights shine a green outline of the letters D,U and X down the ramp. They walk down the aisle and climb on the ring apron furthest from the sparkler outlined 'DUX'. They pause and look at each other and hold the hardcore tag titles high in the air before entering the ring. They run to opposite corners and mount the turnbuckles and give the fans the 'X' salute as the music died down but before Brod is thrown a mic the fans begin to chant 'D..U..X' before growing silent as Brod is handed the mic.
Brod: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the DUX show!
The crowd pops
Brod: That's right once again the highest rating quarter hour of the night belongs to us and we do it because of the great people at ringside right up to the nosebleed section. The fans are what keep the DUX strong and if you ask anyone around they'll tell you that DUX fans are the loudest fans in wrestling today so I ask you to give yourselves a huge round of applause for being who you are and for keeping us going strong all this time.
The fans let out a huge roar as LJ starts the ringsiders on a booming 'D...U...X' chant which soon spread throughout the entire arena. Brod and LJ applaud the fans and wait for the applause to die down.
Brod: On a more serious note however we're here tonight to serve notice to the rest of the tag teams in the PWF that the DUX are back and better than ever. A lot of our critics say that we were lucky last Sunday night to come away with the gold but to those critics I just say your a bunch of jealous wannabes hoping to be half as good as the DUX already are.
An approving roar from the fans brings a smile to Brod's face.
Brod: So commiserations go out to Canadian Krap and their bleeding hearts because if there is ever was a bigger bunch of whiners than those guys they'd sure as hell be coming from north of the border but enough about the losers and moving on to tonight and our next point of order.
LJ grabs the mic and gets the usual earful of shrieks from the female audience before beginning to speak.
LJ: So as you might have noticed, we're packing the gold once again. But we're not the type of guys to sit on our thumbs and wait for something to happen. Tonight we're going to issue an open challenge to anyone in the back who wants a shot at the champs. We want to prove to those naysayers that we're not the 'fluke' champs that they have labelled us and this open challenge is just another way of rewarding the fans for their support and to further prove that the DUX is 'All Action, All the Time!'.
After the silence "Psycho" By System of a Down hits. And Inmate walks out as well as Jagged to everyone's surprise.
Inmate: First week here and you score gold and you think that your the shit don't ya.
Brod begins to speak
Inmate: It was a rhetorical question dumbass!
Brod: When did you two losers get so buddy buddy?
Inmate: When pel sent us both to anger mangement, he didn't realize the putting two of the most psychotic people in the same place and the same time, would cause them to figure one thing out.
Brod: And that would be?
Jagged: In order to control anger, your have to release it. Physically. By kicking the shit outta losers like YOU!
Jagged and Inmate storm the ring as the bells sounds
Stanyer: Looks like we have ourselves an impromptu Hardcore Tag Title match.
Credit: Sabre
Report: Brod and LJ talk to each other as Inmate and Jagged walk to one corner. Suddenly, Inmate charges LJ, putting him down with a shoulder charge. He starts screaming at LJ before pummeling away on him with furious lefts and rights.
Stanyer: Well I didn't expect Inmate and Jagged to team up tonight.
Dawg: Especially considering they both belong on Armageddon!
LJ tries a scissor kick takedown but Inmate uses his size advantage, swatting the little Aussie battler back onto the canvas. He irish whips Jansen before running in after him, but LJ uses his own momentum to charge up the turnbuckle, leaping off with a daring moonsault, which takes Inmate by surprise. LJ connects, rolling Inmate up into a small package. Inmate powers out after the two. Both men rise, before LJ waves goodbye to Inmate before rolling outside the ring. Inmate slides under and follows as LJ turns a corner and returns back into the ring. Inmate slides back in pursuit and is met with a dropkick from the lightweight. LJ immediately leaps onto a top turnbuckle, waiting for Inmate to rise. LJ launches from the top but Inmate spots the move and hits a devastating powerbomb counter to leave both men reeling on the mat.
Stanyer: Woah! Nice comeback from Inmate!
Dawg: Now is the time both guys need to make the hot tag.
Both Inmate and LJ scramble to their respective corners and both Jagged and Brod charge into the ring. Brod gets the clothesline in followed by a shot to Inmate, sending him through the ropes and crashing onto the outside. Brod then takes his focus back onto Jagged, hitting a pump handle slam, pinning the superstar to the cheers of the crowd. Inmate slides in and makes the save just before the three count and LJ runs into the ring, tackling Inmate and sending them both crashing back to the outside. Brod and Jagged both rise up and begin duking it out before Jagged hits a knee strike to the gut followed by a huge clothesline. Cameras then cut to the outside as LJ attempts an Irish whip, which gets reversed by Inmate. Jansen's body crashes into the steel steps with a sickening thud as Inmate then lifts up the ring apron, slowly pulling out a table. The crowd cheers as back in ring Jagged hits a belly-to-belly suplex.
Stanyer: The DUX are showing some fluidity as a team but Jagged and Inmate are certainly getting the edge with their blind anger.
Jagged attempts another grapple but Brod ducks, spinning around and hitting the 86'er (sidekick shuffle). He quickly picks up Jagged and applies the 'stick... fork... done'. Brod pins Jagged and the ref slaps down his hand 1... 2...3. The bell rings as the DUX are granted the win, however the theme "praise" by sevendust is cut short as Inmate slides back into the ring, blindsiding Brod before both he and Jagged throw him thru the ropes...
Dawg: I think I know where Brod's going, and it starts with the letter 'T'!
Stanyer: The match is over, there's no need for this.
Inmate and Jagged yell at each other as the crowd boo, before Inmate helps Jagged lift Brod up onto his shoulders. He then turns to be greeted by LJ, who leaps from the mat. Inmate, however, moves out of the way in the nick of time and LJ lands harshly onto the concrete before being placed onto the table. Jagged then slams Brod down and both members of the DUX are left crumpled in a pile of wood and splinters.
Stanyer: What a pair of crybabies. They lose the match so they have to get revenge. How damn petty.
Dawg: Entertaining, though.
The camera fades in to the backstage area with Law and Sandtorm in picture. They seem to be conversing on tonight's upcoming match. Both are ready and set to go and Law has slicked up his hair in a spikey mohawk.
Sandstorm: Dude, if you're as extreme as your hair, there's no way we can lose!
Law: I like to swith it up every once in a while. But let's get serious. This is a very crucial match. We both face our rivals and we both...
Johhny Mayhem, like always, has come out of nowhere and interupts the duo in an important conversation.
Mayhem: Law, I want to get some words in before the match up tonight. Are you aware that Golgotha has picked Silas Parish last week?
Law: Are you aware that I beat Parish twice already? Once at Armageddon and once at the house show several days ago. And not only did I put out Parish, but Hanibal as well! It's not just some fluke, I'm just that damn good. I'm two up now, and tonight it's part three of the trilogy.
All of a sudden, Law takes the mic from Mayhem and kicks him in the gut, Mayhem falls off screen.
Law: Tonight, it is time for revenge and awakening. Awakening is reserved for Parish. You may not realize it now, but I AM a recognizable force here in the PWF. Unless I die, the title will never leave my waist. Nowhere are you near my level of dedication and extremeness. Step down into the little league. Cause this is for the big kids, and you're just a little tike. Maybe the MOW Slaughterhouse is hiring. Revenge for the Golgotha situation. Golgotha has destroyed the Methods of Mayhem just by being the leader. Good thing it's disbanned. You said that we don't cause mayhem? I am the DEFINITIVE of MAYHEM! You will feel the fury tonight, Golgotha, as well mayhem. As a matter of fact, do you want to know what Mayhem looks like? We'll show you some mayhem. Come on Sandstorm, follow me.
Law walks down the corridor and Sandstorm follows suit. They pass down what seems like hundreds of doors and they finally get to a door with the words Cole T. Profit on the nameplate. Law opens the door and steps inside along with Sandstorm. Sandstorm closes it behind him.
Profit: What are you two doing in here? I'm Cole T. Profit, you can't do this to me!
Loud crashes are heard along with the girlish screams of Profit. The dynamic duo steps out of the room moments later with grins from ear to ear.
Law: That's what mayhem is all about!
The scene fades to black as the two walk off screen.
Stanyer: I really like the way this match is shaping up, this is going to be spectacular.
Dawg: You've got 4 of the best wrestlers in the business in the ring, what did you expect?
Stanyer: And it isn't even the main event.
"Come out and Play" by The Offspring begins to play increasingly loud through the arena speakers, heralding the arrival of "Pitbull" Silas Parish. Several scenes of a pitbull on a chain, barking and straining to get loose, play on the TitanTron as the words SILAS PARISH slowly appear across the middle of the screen. Suddenly, a series of pyrotechnic explosions erupt down the right side of the ramp and back up the left side as Silas steps through the backstage curtain and into view. He pauses at the top of the ramp, his eyes locked on his opponent in the ring. He cracks his knuckles and makes sure the tape around his hands is tight, his gaze still locked on the ring. Then he begins to stalk forward. About halfway down the ramp he breaks into a run and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, quickly getting to his feet well before the bell rings.
James: Introducing from Vancouver, Canada, SILAS PARISH.
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.
"Downfall" by Trust Company hits the speakers and red pyros go off on each side of the ramp. Law Hiyabusa walks onto the ramp and stares into the crowd as if he's searching for something. He then does a mad sprint down the ramp and the foward momentum causes him to slide halfway across the ring. He gets up from the canvas and jumps to the top turnbuckle and holds his hands to the side as he gets an ovation from the fans.
James: Introducing from Japan, weighing 189lbs, LAW HIYABUSA!!!
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: Sandstorm is in the ring for his team, Golgotha seems to be happy to wait on the apron. Sandstorm charges at him and connects with a forearm knocking him off the apron, but this allows Parish to blindside him with a club to the back. Parish spins Sandstorm around and lays into him with heavy right hands. Parish then whip Sandstorm to the ropes, but he reverses and Parish hits the ropes. Sandstorm then knocks Parish off his feet with jumping Dropkick. Parish gets up holding his face and then Sandstorm lays into him with a volley of right hands. He then delivers a Scoop Slam before bouncing off the ropes and delivering a hard Elbow Drop. He hooks the leg. ..1 . Parish kicks out easily. Sandstorm pulls Parish up and throws him into the corner. He delivers a couple of right hands, but then Parish ducks one and the positions are reversed. Parish quickly delivers a dropkick, knocking Sandstorm down and then crawls over to his corner and tags in Golgotha. The Hardcore Christian comes in and gives Sandstorm a couple of hard right hands and then whips him towards the opposite corner. Sandstorm hits the turnbuckle hard and then staggers out, Golgotha knocks him down with a Flying Back Elbow. Golgotha pulls Sandstorm up and delivers a couple of quick right hands and then a stiff knee to the gut before he hooks him up and then delivers a Snap Suplex. Golgotha floats over into a cover. .1 .2 . Sandstorm kicks out. Golgotha pulls Sandstorm up and then whips him to the ropes where Law gets in a blind tag. Golgotha floors Sandstorm with a clothesline, but then gets caught when Law springboards off the top rope and takes him down with a Hurricanranna. Golgotha rolls through to his feet and staggers around directly into a Spinning Wheel Kick from Law. Hiyabusa then goes for a cover as Sandstorm rolls out of the ring. ..1 2 Golgotha kicks out. Law pulls Golgotha up and pushes him into a neutral corner and then delivers a hard knife-edge chop, accompanied by the traditional "Whooo!!" from the crowd. Law delivers a couple more chops and then whips Golgotha to the opposite corner. He then charges in and goes for a Monkey Flip, but Golgotha pushes him away. Law quickly gets to his feet and charges at Golgotha, who sidesteps him and lets him run into the turnbuckle pads. As soon as Law turns around, Golgotha scoops him up and plants him with a Flapjack.
Stanyer: There is a lot of tension in the ring at the moment, not surprising as there are 3 members of what used to be the Methods of Mayhem in there. Golgotha is the man who instigated the downfall of the group, and he is the object of Law & Sandstorm's hate.
Dawg: I don't see what Golgotha did wrong really, he kicked out Sandstorm, who let's face it, hasn't been the world's greatest leader has he?
Stanyer: Perhaps not, but that doesn't give Golgotha the right to do what he did.
Dawg: He was just protecting his own interests, like anyone in his position would. Look at it from his point of view, he was the only member of the MoM who didn't have a title, the rest of the group all wanted his help to keep their titles, but I didn't see any of them helping him to get one of his own.
Stanyer: If he is as good as your making out, then he wouldn't need any help.
Dawg: He doesn't, and he will prove it to the world.
Golgotha pulls Law up and locks him in a headlock and then tags in Parish, who comes in and delivers a European Uppercut to Law's jaw. Parish grabs Law and then delivers repeated knees to his gut before one big knee sends Law crashing to the canvas holding his gut. Parish jumps and uses all of his 159lbs in a two-footed stomp on Law's gut. Parish then goes for a cover. ..1 .2 Law kicks out. Parish pulls Law up and then tags in Golgotha who lifts Law up into a Military Press, while Parish goes down on one knee. Golgotha then drops Law gut first onto Parish's knee. Law rolls away curling himself into a ball while holding his gut. Golgotha pins him down and hooks the leg for a cover. ..1 ..2 . Law kicks out. Golgotha pulls Law up and then locks on the Abdominal Stretch, straining away at his gut. Law manages to get in a couple of elbows, but then Golgotha turns the Abdominal Stretch into the Sinner's Slam (Pump Handle Slam). Golgotha hooks the leg back 1 .2 . Sandstorm comes in to break up the count. Golgotha pulls Law over to his corner and then tags in Parish before holding down Law. Parish climbs to the top rope and then dives off with an evil Flying Knee Drop. Law rolls around holding his gut before Parish hooks the leg back for the pinfall. .1 .2 Sandstorm again breaks up the count. Parish backs away from Law and allows him to get to his feet, then charges at him and drives him face first into the mat with the Ego Buster (Running Bulldog). Parish goes for another cover. 1 2 .. Sandstorm again breaks up the count, this time Golgotha comes in and knocks Sandstorm through the ropes before Referee Morgan Black orders him back to his corner. Parish has climbed through the ropes and is waiting on the apron. Law staggers to his feet and Parish slingshots off the top rope. Whether he was going for a Hurricanranna, or a Dropkick, we will never know as Law counters with a Powerbomb before falling back down gripping his gut.
Stanyer: This is Law's chance to make the tag to Sandstorm and turn the tide of this contest.
Dawg: But can he make the tag? Golgotha and Parish have punished him heavily, he could easily have internal injuries, I'm surprised we haven't seen him coughing up blood, he's taken that many blows to the gut.
Stanyer: I agree with you, but he only needs to crawl a few yards to make the tag.
Dawg: Doesn't look like he'll make it, Parish is about to make the tag.
Parish tags in Golgotha and the Hardcore Christian charges into the ring and quickly heads over to grab Law by his foot. Hiyabusa reaches out towards Sandstorm, who is also stretching out for the tag, they are just inches away until Golgotha pulls Law away. Law then turns to face Golgotha and cracks him around the skull with an Enziguri. Law then dives and makes the tag to Sandstorm, who climbs into the ring on the back of a huge pop from the crowd. Golgotha is scrambling to his feet and Sandstorm moves in hammering him with hard right hands before whipping him to the ropes. Sandstorm then floors Golgotha with a major league clothesline. Parish comes rushing into the ring, but Sandstorm casually lifts him up and then plants him with the Mummification (Rack Pancake). Parish rolls out of the way as Golgotha comes back at Sandstorm with a club to the back. Golgotha then whips Sandstorm to the corner and then charges in going for a Spear, but Sandstorm sidesteps and Golgotha flies through and hits his shoulder on the ring post. Golgotha pulls himself out and staggers around the ring into Sandstorm who lifts him onto his shoulder and then hits the Anubis Driver (Reverse DVD). Sandstorm goes for a cover. ..1 ..2 Parish dives to break up the count. Almost instantly, Law dives over the top rope and lands on Parish with a Leg Drop. Sandstorm pulls Golgotha up and then whips him to the ropes. Sandstorm goes for an Overhead Belly to Belly, but Golgotha blocks it, then slides around the back of Sandstorm and snaps on the Million Dollar Vision (Cobra Clutch). Sandstorm struggles away as we see Parish setting Law up for the Jaw Dropper (Diamond Dust). But Law manages to escape and then from a standing position, spectacularly jumps onto the top rope and then leaps onto Parish and snaps him over with a Hurricanranna. Law then delivers a roundhouse kick to the side of Golgotha's head to break the submission hold. Sandstorm staggers around the ring and then suddenly runs off the ropes and then takes Golgotha down with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Law climbs to the apron and calls for a tag. Sandstorm obliges and Law climbs to the top rope and does a wheel motion to signal for the Japanese Chainsaw (450 Splash). Law goes for it, but Golgotha rolls out of the way at the last second and Law crashes down and is left holding his gut. Golgotha gets to his feet and pulls Law up and then sets him up for a Powerbomb. Sandstorm climbs into the ring and attempts to break it up, but Parish comes running across and surprises Sandstorm, knocking him through the ropes, Parish then follows him outside. Golgotha clasps his hands in prayer and then delivers the Crucifixion (Koyha Otoshi). Morgan Black counts the fall. ..1 2 3!!! We see Sandstorm trying to get into the ring, but Parish is holding him back. Golgotha rolls out of the ring as Morgan Black follows to raise his arm. Silas Parish joins him and gets his arm raised as Sandstorm checks on Law before shouting some trash talk at Golgotha.
Stanyer: Golgotha and Silas Parish pick up the win, but nothing got settled tonight, nothing whatsoever.
Dawg: All 4 men will live to fight another day, the question is, when?
Stanyer: No doubt we will see some matches signed for the Rumble next week, as this week we have hardly any signed.
Dawg: I don't doubt it, there is a lot to be settled on next weeks Havoc.
Stanyer: But we still have one thing left to settle tonight, the World Title, in what is probably the biggest main event in the history of this show. And it's next.
Stanyer: We are just moments away from the biggest main event in the history of Havoc.
Dawg: All this anticpation to watch MVD kick Homicide's ass. It's not as if Homicide is even 100% fit.
Stanyer: He may not be 100%, but he'll give MVD one hell of a fight. Wait, it looks like the main event will be delayed a for a few moments as PWF Owner, Michael Pellington has something to say.
"The Power" by H-Block X hits the arena as the PWF Owner makes his way out onto the stage, he has his trademark grey suit on and already has a microphone in his hand. He doesn't bother going down to the ring.
Pellington: "I know your all looking forward to tonights big main event, but I have a few things to add before we all sit back and watch what will no doubt be a spectacular match."
The crowd murmur over what he could possibly have to say.
Pellington: "As you all know, a couple of months ago, it was announced that the two Tag Team Titles would be merged into one unifed Tag Team Championship. And again, as you all know, that unification match was scheduled to take place at the Rumble. Well there has been a slight change to that plan. Now there will be a tournament, competed between 4 teams. There will be two semi-finals and then a final to unify the titles. The details concerning this tournament will be announced later this week, as they are still being finalised, but it will be taking place."
The crowd sound pleased with this decision.
Pellington: "My second port of call concerns the United States Title, it seems as though there is quite a lot of controversy surrounding who is champion, and who should get a title shot. Well I can clear one thing up, "Superstar" Davey K IS the PWF US champion, and that will not change until someone beats him for that title. Now as to who should get the next title shot, that is one that is definitely open for debate. I spoke to Davey K earlier today, and he INSISTS on fighting Sabre at the Rumble."
Big Pop from the crowd, thinking that this is the match that will take place.
Pellington: "However, Golgotha won a match a few weeks ago to become the #1 contender to the US title, so he has earned the right to get a shot at the US Title."
Boos from the crowd at the mention of Golgotha.
Pellington: "HOWEVER, Sandstorm lost the title to Davey K, and has yet to be granted a rematch, which I must remind everyone that he is entitled to. So we've got three people wanting a shot at just one title. I can see only one solution, put all four men in the same ring. Then take that title and hang it 15 feet about the ring."
Loud cheers from the crowd as they realise what Pellington is talking about.
Pellington: "Yes, that's right everyone, at the Rumble in the Bronx, for the US Title there will indeed be a Four Way Ladder Match between the champion, Davey K, Sabre, Sandstorm & Golgotha. Then we will find out just who does deserve to be the US Champion."
Massive cheer from the crowd at the announcement of a ladder match for the Rumble
Stanyer: That's gonna be one hell of a match there.
Pellington: "There is one last piece of business I must take care of, and it concerns tonights main event. I am concerned that this match may not be a fair contest, so I have added a few stipulations. Firstly, if anyone interferes, then they'll find themselves out of a job. And if you don't believe me, ask Jason Hunt if I mean what I say. Secondly, nobody here wants to see this match end in a DQ, or a countout, so this match has officially been made a No disqualification contest. We will now find out who truly is the better man. Thank you all for your time, enjoy your main event."
Pellington walks to the back as "The Power" hits again, the crowd murmur as we await the start of the nights main event.
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!!!"
"Snap your Fingers, Snap your neck" by Prong plays as MVD walks down the aisle, cluching Jennifer Van Dam by the waist, he lets her go, and poses, flexing his arms towards his head (RVD style). The Ultra-Tron bears the gWo logo and then shows clips of MVD striking opponents out with his Kendo Stick and finishing them the 5 star frog splash.
James: Introducing, from Battlecreek, England, weighing 236lbs, the PWF World Heavyweight Champion and "The Real F'n Show" MATT VAN DAM.
Report: The crowd are going absolutely insane as the two wrestlers stare at each other from across the ring. Senior Referee Mark Johnson asks MVD to hand him the World Title, which he does after giving it one last, long look. Mark Johnson shows the Title to Homicide, who looks at it and then gives an affirmative nod. The referee then holds the title in the air for the crowd to see, and they give a massive cheer. Mark Johnson hands the title to the timekeeper and then calls the two wrestlers to him. The ref lays out the ground rules for the match and then backs away and calls for the bell, which receives another cheer. Homicide and MVD then go chest to chest and stare into each other's eyes. Homicide has 6 inches on MVD, but the gWo man doesn't look intimidated at all. For a good minute, they just seem to stare at each other, as the crowd start up a Homicide chant. Finally MVD pushes Homicide back and then the two men begin to circle around the ring before finally going into a collar and elbow tie-up. Almost instantly Homicide aggressively pushes MVD back into the corner. Mark Johnson calls for a break, which Homicide gives him, cleanly, and then backs away from MVD giving him a bit of trash talk as he does so. MVD paces out of the corner, giving Homicide a quick stare and then the two men once again circle the ring. They go into a tie-up again, but this time MVD quickly slides around Homicide and locks in a waistlock. He tries to take him down to the mat, but Homicide holds his ground and then catches MVD with a hard Reverse Elbow, breaking his grip. Homicide then turns around and catches MVD with a hard right hand, MVD shakes his head, stunned from the stiff shot. Homicide follows it up with two more right hands and then whips MVD to the ropes. Homicide goes for a clothesline but MVD ducks underneath and then comes off the ropes a 2nd time and attempts a Spinning Wheel Kick, but Homicide plucks him out of the air. Before Homicide can do anything with MVD, he manages to slide down the side of Homicide and then snaps him down to the mat with a Hiptoss. MVD then backs off doing a quick Shane O Mac shuffle. MVD then leaps to the 2nd rope and does his infamous two-thumb taunt, which brings only boos from the crowd. Homicide waits on the opposite side of the ring, not getting involved in MVD's mind games. MVD jumps down and then spins to face Homicide, a cheesy smile on his face. The two men circle the ring for a third time and then go for a tie-up, but Homicide fakes and smashes MVD clean on the jaw with a stiff right hand. MVD backs into the ropes holding his jaw. Homicide moves in and delivers a volley of right hands that knock MVD sideways into the corner. Homicide then switches and begins to lay into MVD with hard kicks to his gut and as MVD gets lower into the turnbuckle, his chest. Homicide then finishes by uses his foot to choke MVD.
Dawg: Come on referee, break it up, that's an illegal move!!
Stanyer: This is a no DQ match-up now, Homicide can do this all he wants, the referee can only ask him to break the hold, he can't force him to.
Dawg: It's a damn conspiracy if you ask me, everything is geared towards Homicide beating MVD.
Stanyer: I don't know where you get that idea from, the no DQ stipulation works both ways, MVD can cheat all he wants, it is all perfectly legal in this match.
Dawg: Well, for a change, MVD might just do that.
Stanyer: Remove the "for a change" and "might", and it'll be about right.
Homicide releases the choke and then pulls MVD up to his feet. He delivers another pair of right hands and then whips MVD to the opposite corner. Homicide then charges in looking for a clothesline, but MVD raises his elbow to stun Homicide. MVD then leaps onto the 2nd rope and then jumps off backwards catching Homicide on the jaw with a stiff kick. Homicide quickly begins to get to his feet, checking his jaw as he does so. MVD catches him with a couple of quick forearms and then goes to whip him to the ropes, but Homicide reverses and MVD is sent into the ropes. Homicide then charges and flattens MVD with a Power Clothesline. MVD gets to his feet and is promptly smashes in the face with hard right hand. Homicide then goes for a big knockout punch, but MVD ducks it and then floors Homicide with a Spinning Heel Kick. Homicide begins to get to his feet as MVD bounces off the ropes and goes for a Flying Cross Body Block, but Homicide catches MVD and then plants him with a Front Powerslam, Homicide then hooks the leg for an early cover. ..1 2 No-one is surprised when MVD kicks out quite easily. Homicide pulls MVD up and then delivers a couple of right hands as he pushes him into the ropes and then whips him away. Homicide then sends MVD high into the air and then brings him back down to earth with the Flapjack. MVD bounces up to his feet as Homicide comes off the ropes and then nails Matt with the Kitchen Sink. MVD rolls around the mat holding his gut. Homicide grabs MVD by his tights and shows his awesome strength as he mauls MVD up and then drives him into his knee with a Gutbuster. Homicide promptly rolls MVD over and hooks the leg. .1 2 MVD kicks out. Homicide mounts MVD and connects with a volley of fast rights to the forehead and then he snaps MVD up to his feet as he also stands up. Homicide then whips MVD to the corner, but MVD reverses and then pulls Homicide back towards him into a gut kick. MVD then goes for a DDT, but Homicide scores with a couple of quick kidney punches and then once MVD relaxes his grip, he slides behind him into a waistlock and then sends him soaring through the air with a Release German Suplex. Homicide goes for another cover. ..1 ..2 . MVD kicks out again. Homicide gets to his feet and then climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle as MVD staggers to his feet. Homicide dives off with a Double Axe Handle, but MVD uses both hands to block it and then grabs Homicide around the waist and looks for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but Homicide counters with an elbow to the top of MVD's head and then pushes him down and goes for a Powerbomb. But MVD counters the powerbomb by hooking Homicide's head at the top of the powerbomb and swinging out into a variation on the Tornado DDT.
Stanyer: This match is already beginning to have that epic feel to it, we've dedicated the better part of the show to this match, and we are not expecting this to be over in a few minutes, we can assure you that.
Dawg: Of course, it could be over in 2 minutes, you just never know. That's the beauty of wrestling, you never quite know what is going to happen next.
Mark Johnson is beginning his mandatory ten count, but it is not required as both men make it to their feet pretty quickly. Homicide is holding his head, while MVD is holding his gut. Homicide connects with a couple of right hands, but then MVD breaks up his attack with a gut kick. MVD goes for a Spinning Heel Kick, but Homicide ducks it and locks in a waistlock. Homicide goes for a German Suplex, but MVD blocks it and then breaks free and quickly floors Homicide with a Back Leg Sweep. MVD then scores with a Standing Somersault Leg Drop and then goes for a cover. ..1 .2 Homicide powers out and immediately begins to get to his feet. MVD boots Homicide in the gut twice and then hits a couple of forearms before whipping him to the ropes. But Homicide reverses and then charges at MVD and clotheslines him and himself over the top rope. MVD lands on his feet and then staggers back banging his head on the announcer's table, Homicide just lands on his feet taking in the adulation of the crowd. MVD begins to crawl backwards away from Homicide, holding his hands up, trying to convince Homicide to let him recover. The Boston Massacre is having none of it and gives MVD a couple of hard kicks to the face while he is now leaning against the ring steps. Homicide then backs away and charges in with a big running knee, but MVD dives out of the way and Homicide crashes knees first into the steps and flips over them with a anguished cry. Once he lands on the opposite side of the steps, he immediately grips his left knee, the same knee that Sabre worked on last week, the same knee that Hunt smashed with a Sledgehammer, the same knee that currently has a knee brace on to protect it. MVD gets to his feet and when he sees Homicide holding his knee, he smiles. MVD grabs the injured leg of Homicide and pulls it back towards the steps and then slams it aggressively into the top of the steel steps. Homicide pulls his knee towards him and holds it as if it would reduce the pain, but obviously it won't. MVD pulls Homicide up and then rolls him back into the ring, but then pulls the injured leg back out under the ropes. MVD then slams it down, jarring the back of the knee into the apron. MVD then climbs up onto the apron and does a quick two-thumb taunt before delivering a leg drop, squashing Homicide's leg between his leg and the apron. Homicide pulls his leg back into the ring and rolls away towards the centre of the ring. MVD climbs back into the ring and then climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle and taunts the crowd with a "Mu Ha Ha" two-thumb taunt. No surprise that the crowd just boos him, then a chant of "Van Dam Sucks" starts up. MVD watches Homicide get to his feet and then grabs his injured leg and gives Homicide a bit of trash talk before delivering an evil Dragon Screw.
Stanyer: It looks like MVD is going to take a page from Sabre's book and work over Homicide's knee.
Dawg: An intelligent move, let's face it, Homicide's knee isn't in the best of shape after what Sabre, and Jason Hunt of course, did to it.
Stanyer: Let's not forget that Homicide is wearing a knee brace tonight, something he would never normally wear, clearly the knee isn't 100%, and doesn't MVD know it.
MVD pulls Homicide by his injured leg towards the corner and then places his leg across the bottom rope and then uses the top rope for balance so he can stomp away at Homicide's left knee. Finally MVD swings himself up in the air and then drives his full weight down on Homicide's knee. MVD walks away with an arrogant smile on his face, happy with the face that Homicide is in pain. MVD goes over to pull up Homicide, but he is half way up himself and aggressively pushes MVD away. Homicide gets to his feet, although he is clearly trying not to put any weight on his left knee. MVD comes back in on the attack but takes two hard right hands from Homicide and is then sent to the ropes, but MVD comes off and puts Homicide back down with a two-footed Dropkick to the Knee. MVD then goes for a cover. .1 2 Homicide kicks out and then holds his knee. MVD then pulls Homicide's leg up and then seems to dare the crowd to force him to do the move. The crowd boo him, and then MVD delivers a Spinning Leg Twist. Once MVD untangles himself, Homicide rolls onto his stomach. MVD quickly hooks up Homicide's knee into the Indian Deathlock and then snaps himself down to the mat, instantly jarring Homicide's knee, who holds his head in pain. Referee Mark Johnson slides down to Homicide's face and asks him if he wants to give up, but Homicide repeatedly says no. MVD gets to his feet and then snaps himself down a 2nd time and once again Homicide cries out in pain. MVD has a smile on his face as this time he reaches back and hooks Homicide's head to complete the Inverted STF. Still Homicide refuses to give up, and MVD eventually has to release the hold because of the strain on his own back. MVD then quickly lifts Homicide's knee into the air and then slams it down into the canvas. Once again Homicide grunts with pain and rolls away from MVD holding his knee. MVD pulls Homicide away from the ropes and then goes for a cover. .1 ..2 . Homicide just gets his shoulder up and then goes back to holding his injured knee. MVD paces around Homicide looking supremely confident. Homicide staggers to his feet, struggling on his knee, MVD then kicks the back of the knee, not hard, but enough to knock Homicide back down to the mat. MVD just laughs at Homicide and then waits for him to get up again before kicking him back down again and laughing even harder. MVD then holds Homicide's leg down and lifts himself up in the air and then drives his knee into Homicide's. MVD repeats the move and then stands up, still holding onto Homi's leg. He does a spin motion, signalling for the Figure Four Leglock.
Stanyer: This is the move that Sabre beat Homicide with last week, will he suffer the same fate here tonight?
Dawg: If Homicide can't pull something out of the hat right now, then it looks that way, because there is no way his knee can take any more punishment.
Stanyer: Could this be the end of Homicide's big chance to claim the PWF World Title, the one title he has fought so hard for?
MVD twists Homicide's leg around his and completes the Figure Four Leglock. Homicide immediately cries out in pain and drops to his shoulders holding his face. Mark Johnson immediately begins counting. 1 2 . Homicide pulls himself back up and tries to reach towards MVD and punch him in the face, but he can't quite reach him. MVD repeatedly slams himself backwards into the canvas, increasing Homicide's pain and he drops onto his shoulders for a 2nd time. 1 .2 . Homicide again pulls himself, but only just this time. MVD again slams himself into the canvas, straining Homicide's knee. The big Boston native is struggling but he realises he has to turn MVD over somehow and begins to try, but he is too weak at the moment and eventually falls back onto his shoulders. ..1 2 . Homicide suddenly jerks himself up and a sudden burst of adrenaline, coupled with a loud growl, he pushes himself up and somehow manages to turn MVD over and reverses the pressure. MVD is in much better shape than Homicide and crawls quickly towards the ropes and grabs the bottom rope forcing a break. The hold is broken up and the two men begin to clamber to their feet. Homicide still can't put any weight on his knee, but he is now fired up and he attacks MVD with hard right hands, but that is broken up when MVD kicks him in the knee. While Homicide is stooped over holding his knee, MVD goes for the Van-Dam Asser, but Homicide pulls his head out of the way and then he grabs MVD from behind and delivers the Ethnic Cleanser (Release Tiger Suplex). MVD lands hard and immediately holds his head in his hands as both men stay down. Mark Johnson administers the mandatory 10 count. Both men stay down until about the 6 mark when they begin to crawl to their feet. At the count of 8, both men are standing. MVD lashes out with a right hand, but Homicide blocks it and then rocks MVD with a hard right hand. MVD goes for another right hand, but again Homicide blocks it and then lashes out with another right hand. MVD goes for a kick to the knee, but Homicide catches it, MVD tries an Enziguri, but Homicide skillfully ducks it and then he pushes MVD into the ropes and then as he comes off he plants him with a picture perfect Powerslam and then hooks the leg for a cover. 1 .2 .. MVD kicks out. Homicide gets to his feet and roars to the crowd who go absolutely insane. MVD staggers to his feet and Homicide lays into him with hard right hands and then sends MVD to the ropes before charging in and laying him out with a stiff Left Arm Clothesline. Homicide throws his arms up in the air, ordering MVD to get to his feet. MVD obliges and staggers around into Homicide, who promptly lifts him up into a Military Press, his left knee looked like it was going to buckle, but the adrenaline and his own desire allow him to keep his balance and then deliver Intentional Homicide (Body Press Front Slam). Homicide hooks the leg back for a cover. ..1 .2 MVD gets his shoulder up.
Stanyer: Homicide is back in business, and this match has swung completely around, now it looks like Homicide might just be able to pull it off.
Dawg: Don't jump to any conclusions, Homicide hasn't found a miracle cure for his injured knee, it's still injured, and adrenalin doesn't last forever.
Stanyer: That is true, which is why Homicide must capitalise on this opportunity NOW.
Homicide drags MVD to his feet and then throws him into the corner and begins to lay into him with heavy right hands. Homicide whips MVD to the opposite corner and then charges in, but MVD slingshots over Homicide and then connects with a Savat Kick to the jaw. Homicide shakes it off as MVD hooks his head and runs up the turnbuckle looking for a Tornado DDT, but Homicide knocks MVD's legs from underneath him, crotching him on the top rope. Homicide climbs up and lifts MVD over his shoulder and then delivers a Super Samoan Drop from the 2nd rope. Homicide then hooks the leg back. ..1 2 . MVD just gets his shoulder up. Homicide gets to his feet and then he pulls MVD up and then scoops him up onto his shoulder. He paces around the ring and then delivers the awesome Cell Splitter (Fire Thunder Driver). Homicide then does a cutthroat motion and begins to climb to the top rope as the noise volume in the arena reaches fever pitch. Homicide gets to the top rope and then winces as he left knee has to take some of his weight. He then dives off with the Atomic Headbutt, but MVD rolls out of the way at the last possible moment and Homicide hits nothing but canvas. MVD slowly gets to his feet and then waits for Homicide to get to his feet and then he hooks him around the waist and then delivers the Sexiest Move (Spinning Belly to Back Suplex). MVD then hooks the leg. ..1 ..2 . Homicide just gets his shoulder up. MVD then paces over to the turnbuckle and then leaps up to the top rope. He stands up and does a two thumb pose, but as he does so, Homicide suddenly springs to his feet, MVD is too shocked to react and Homicide sprints up the turnbuckle and then grabs MVD and sends him flying half-way across the ring with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Homicide lands on the canvas holding his knee, which obviously didn't take kindly too the sprinting. Homicide slowly crawls over to MVD and then hooks the leg for the cover. ..1 ..2 . MVD just gets his shoulder up. Homicide slams his fist into the canvas in frustration. He then gets to his feet and raises one hand up in the air to a loud ovation. Homicide then rolls out of the ring and looks underneath the ring, he pulls out a small brown bag and then rolls back into the ring. Homicide opens the brown bag and the crowd gives a loud cheer as he pulls out two pairs of brass knuckles. But he is standing over MVD who lashes out and kicks him in the groin. Homicide doubles over clutching his family jewels. MVD then quickly gets up and delivers the Van Dam Asser (FameAsser). MVD then grabs one of the brass knuckles that Homicide as going to use. MVD stands over Homicide and performs the Old Man Stink taunt and then stop to put the brass knuckles on his right hand. He then drops down and begins to pound Homicide's face with right hands, opening up a gash on his forehead. MVD then turns around and uses the knucks to deliver rapid right hands to Homicide's left knee, causing Homicide to cry out in pain.
Stanyer: MVD has just gone sadistic!!!
Dawg: And I'm loving every second of it, this is what the people pay to see!!
Stanyer: I think most of "the people" want Homicide to win, MVD doesn't have many fans.
Dawg: MVD fans are everywhere, look, there's one in the front row, wearing a gWo T-Shirt.
Stanyer: 1 out of 20,000, impressive work from our World Champion.
Dawg: And still more fans than you have.
MVD then pulls Homicide's leg up and sets him up once again for the Figure Four, he twists him around but then Homicide kicks MVD in the butt and pushes him away, MVD clatters into Referee Mark Johnson and sends him tumbling through the ropes to the floor. Homicide then gets quickly to his feet, in what can be best described as a fit of anger. MVD pulls himself together and turns back towards Homicide, who grabbed a pair of brass knucks on his way up and already has them on his right fist. He smashes MVD in the face, but before MVD can go down, he catches him and then locks him in position and then delivers The Boston Massacre (Reverse DDT Drop), his trademark finisher. Homicide then hooks the leg for the cover, but the referee is out on the outside, the crowd count the pinfall, but it doesn't matter what they count. Homicide slams both hands on the mat in anger and then a sick smile comes across his face. He touches his forehead, where MVD cut him open only a few minutes ago. He pulls MVD's right hand up and sees that he still has the brass knucks on. He pulls them off and puts them on his left hand, meaning both arms are now loaded up.
Stanyer: We've seen this before, and it is not a pretty sight.
Dawg: NOOOOO!!!!! You can't do this to MVD!! You'll ruin his good looks!!!
Homicide then unloads on MVD with some of his famous Boston Hospitality (Ultimate Punching with brass knucks). Homicide is unrelenting in his onslaught and only when MVD's face is beaten to a blood pulp does he end his assault. Homicide then gets up and holds both hands up in the air, letting the blood drip off them to the canvas. Homicide then pulls his hand across his chest, deliberately leaving a streak of blood across it. MVD is amazingly getting to his feet, staggering around the ring, the blood getting in his eyes. Homicide pulls off the brass knucks and tosses them out of the ring. Homicide then goes behind MVD and locks him in a Cobra Clutch, he does a couple of test lifts and then he delivers an awesome Cobra Clutch Suplex, dropping MVD on his head and neck. Homicide then climbs the 2nd turnbuckle and raises one arm to the crowd and uses his other to beat his chest. Homicide then climbs to the top rope and turns around. He holds both arms out and then dives off and connects with the spectacular Atomic Headbutt. Homicide sees Mark Johnson crawling back into the ring and goes for a cover. Mark Johnson crawls over as fast as he can and when he gets a good view of MVD's shoulders he makes the count. 1 ..2 MVD just gets his shoulder up. Homicide pulls MVD up while doing a cutthroat motion. He turns MVD around and is about to hook him up for the Boston Massacre when MVD lashes out with a back kick and catches him bang on his left knee. Homicide limps away for a moment, There is loud murmuring and booing heard from the crowd as MVD delivers a 2nd kick to the knee, but then Homicide flattens MVD with violent clothesline. The commotion in the crowd gets louder and suddenly someone leaps over the barricade.
Stanyer: Hunt!!!
Dawg: Looks like this is one grudge that Hunt is not going to let die.
Stanyer: But the boss said no interference!!!
Dawg: Yeah, if anyone interferes then they will be fired, Hunt has already been fired, he can't do it again!!
Stanyer: Watch out Homicide!!!
Jason Hunt slides into the ring, once again armed with a Sledgehammer. Unlike last week, Homicide hears him enter and turns to face him. Hunt charges at him and goes for a shot with the hammer, but Homicide promptly grabs him by the throat, causing Hunt to drop the hammer. Homicide then pulls Hunt close to his face and gives him a bit of trash talk, but he suddenly wails out in pain as out of desperation, MVD drives the hammer into the back of his knee. Homicide collapses to the mat holding his knee, but his drive and determination forces him to try and get to his feet. Hunt takes the hammer from MVD and backs away and as Homicide is on his knees, Hunt smashes the Sledgehammer into his forehead. The crowd boo and a chant of asshole rings around the arena, but Homicide is out cold. MVD is already climbing to the top rope, he is weak, and the blood is still dripping from his forehead, but he makes it. MVD then dives off with a Five Star Frog Splash, not a perfect one, but he's not in the best of conditions. MVD makes the cover as Hunt heads through the crowd, trying to avoid PWF security. Mark Johnson makes the count. ..1 .2 3!!!!!!
Stanyer: DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!!!
Dawg: Glorious, absolutely glorious, just how I imagined it.
Stanyer: For the 2nd week running, Homicide is cheated out of a win, and this time he is denied the greatest prize in the business, the PWF World Title.
Dawg: That is why the gWo is the most powerful stable in existence, no matter what you do to them, they just keep on coming.
Stanyer: I just hope MVD isn't in a condition to wrestle again, because he did not deserve to win tonight, this was Homicide's big moment, and Jason Hunt ruined it, for nothing more than spite.
Dawg: If it wasn't for Homicide, Hunt would not have been fired. Correction, if it wasn't for our beloved owner's obsession with Homicide, Hunt would not have been fired.
Stanyer: Are you suggesting that Mr Pellington WANTED Homicide to beat MVD?
Dawg: That is precisely what I am suggesting.
Stanyer: You know damn well that isn't true, he wanted this to be a fair contest, he made it no DQ, so MVD couldn't get himself disqualified or counted out so he could keep his title.
Dawg: See!! Biased against MVD!!
Stanyer: And he banned interference so that the gWo wouldn't interfere and aid him, although that proved to be a mute point.
Dawg: Again, all against MVD.
Stanyer: Yeah, to stop MVD getting a cheap win, or taking an easy way out so he would hold onto his title. He wanted this to come down to a pinfall or submission, which in the end it did, although we didn't get the fair result we hoped for.
Dawg: Guess the boss better double up his security next week then eh?
Stanyer: It'll be too late then though, well folks we've been treated to a spectacular match, even if we've been robbed of a legendary victory. It's been yet another spectacular night for the PWF, we'll see you all next week folks.