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Diddle Arena
Bowling Green, Kentucky
Sunday 17th November 2002
Attendance: 21,919
Stanyer: Hello everyone, and welcome to the last show before the Rumble in the Bronx.
Dawg: Things will turn nasty tonight as everyone prepares to go into the PPV. Tension is at a fever pitch, especially between certain wrestlers.
Stanyer: Indeed, and many of them are to be in action tonight, but we have to pay a little tribute to both Homicide and MVD, who gave us one of the greatest matches in PWF history at the last Havoc.
Dawg: It was indeed spectacular, and the right man won.
Stanyer: Unfortunately, our epic match was ruined, by the one man who cannot be punished for his actions, Jason Hunt, recently fired by the PWF, but can't seem to enjoy playing where he is not wanted, especially where Homicide is involved.
Dawg: Lot of tension between those two wrestlers, perhaps we'll see an unsanctioned match, or something.
Stanyer: There is no way those two could EVER have a match, they could only have a war.
"Messenjah" by P.O.D suddenly starts up and pyros explode everywhere on the stage area, from the back walks Grimm with a smile on his face as he does a "scott Hall" type walk to the front of the stage area, he walks down to the ring highfiving all the fans which surprisingly gets a huge ovation, he slides into the ring and pulls a mic out of his tights
Stanyer: Looks like Grimm has something to say, this is his first time as a Singles wrestler since CK split up.
Grimm: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, fans of all ages, PWF proudly brings to you it's former Hardcore Tag Champion of the WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that's me G R I Double M!
Dawg: Wonder where we've heard that before?
The crowd erupts as Grimm does a bit of head bashing in the ring
Grimm: Now as you all know Canadian Kaos is all over and..
The crowd erupts again starting a Grimm chant as Grimm looks really surpised after this huge eruption
Grimm: Guess there isn't a lot of King of Extreme fans out here tonite...well I'm telling you people right now that tonite will be the starting of the road to the title...and what title am I talking about? I'm talking about the PWF World F'n Title! Tonite I will start my streak once again in singles and will continue beating the boys in the back why? because you the fans deserve to see something great, something awesome and that's great sports enterainment!
The crowd cheers again and Grimm mounts the turnbuckle
Grimm: I look out here and I say all the Grimmaniacs..I see the People...why because you the people make us what we are today..without the fans we'd have no point going on..sure there's money but that's not what gives you the great feeling after you've done a match..it's the fans that do that! Now though I don't have a match yet, I'm putting out an open challenge to the boys in the back some one bring their ass out to the ring and face The Event..the Greatest thing Alive and get your ass handed to you...and to you who does come out I say this and this alone...Bring it..or Go Home!!!
Suddenly.....
"Jesus Christ Superstar" hits the loudspeaker and Austin Cain emerges from the entryway. He carries a piece of paper in one hand, the mic in the other.
Austin Cain: "Ok, cut the music, I've got no time for theatrics!"
He begins to angrily pace back and forth as the music stops.
Austin Cain: "Now, before I go down to the ring and wipe the mat with that no-talent, nobody-"
Cain points dismissively to Grimm, who motions for The Supreme Phenom to bring it on.
Austin Cain: "Calm down jerky! I'll be embarassing your ass soon enough! Now, like I was saying - This is what my real problem is!"
Cain holds up the piece of paper.
Austin Cain: "This is an insult! Pure and simple! On my way out here, one of Pellington's errand boys handed me this - which, to get to the point, says I'm going to be facing Masta P at the Rumble!"
The crowd responds with a loud chorus of cheers
Austin Cain: "What!?!?! You cheer for that? Are you people stupid? That's a dud match! A master mat technician against a wannabe crap star? That's garbage! I've shown that Masta Percy can't even hope to compete against a REAL wrestler time and time again! When will the people in charge of booking around here get that? When will they give up trying to degrade me by putting me up against lesser forms of life like Masta P? Or this guy!"
He points down to the ring.
Austin Cain: "that's right, pal! Tonight your name is Example #1!"
Cain drops the mic and heads for the ring.
Dawg: Does the P really stand for Percy?
Stanyer: I'm not even going to waste my breath with an answer to that one.
Credit: Sabre
Report: Austin Cain quickly takes Grimm down with an arm drag before quickly slapping him in the back of the head. Grimm springs up, staring a hole into Cain before they both grapple. Grimm gets the upper hand but Austin spins the hold around and, now standing behind Grimm, performs a drop toe hold before slapping the back of Grimm's head again. Grimm, now frustrated, charges Austin who moves to the left, kneeing Grimm in the midsection and spinning him in mid air before he lands on his back.
Stanyer: "Austin is definitely winning the mind games here."
Dawg: "The more frustrated Grimm gets the more Austin rules the ring."
Grimm bounces back up and changes tactics, dropping the grappling and immediately moving straight to body blows, hitting an unsuspecting Cain with a huge right hand haymaker that drops the champ before stomping away at his midsection. Austin crawls to the corner and tries to use the ropes as leverage to get to his feet but Grimm's pummeling doesn't let up until the ref finally breaks the two apart. Grimm shoves the official out of the way but Austin takes the advantage with a running clothesline from the corner, before attacking the downed Grimm with a blatent chokehold. The ref pulls Austin off but the Phenom blasts back with a knee drop directly to the face before making a pin attempt. Grimm powers out shortly after the two. Austin picks him up by the hair before planting him onto the mat again with a devastating DDT. He covers again but Grimm again kicks out after the two. Once again Austin picks up Grimm, Irish whipping him to the ropes and delivering a stunning tilt a whirl slam on the rebound. He covers again but once more Grimm gets the shoulder up in defiance.
Dawg: "Now we see Austin's stance as the ring general shift dramatically."
Stanyer: "He's gone from cocky to almost desperate as he goes for the pin any chance he gets."
Austin slaps his hands on the mat in frustration before charging to the ropes. Grimm reacts by suddenly leaping into the air, connecting with the oncoming Cain with a dropkick, which sends both men back onto the canvas. Grimm leaps onto Austin, applying the Gangsta stretch. Austin cries out in pain but is able to shoot a hand out to the ropes. Grimm releases the hold but not before landing a backflip splash, followed by a pin. The ref counts, but spots Austin once again using the ropes to his advantage, flopping his boot over the bottom rope. Grimm gets up, running to the ropes and rebounding towards a rising Austin, but the Euro champ scouts Grimm's spear attempt, dropping back onto the canvas and yanking down on the middle rope. Grimm goes crashing out of the ring and into a pile of chairs with a sickening thud. With the crowd chanting 'holy shit', Austin merely stands in the middle of the ring, laughing as the ref looks at the carnage below.
Dawg: "I think Grimm's just taken himself out of the equation, there."
Stanyer: "Well I think I spot a difference maker coming out of the crowd."
With the ref checking on Grimm's status, Masta P shoots in thru the crowd, swiftly picking up the European title before entering the ring behind Cain, who is still laughing at Grimm's expense. Masta P promptly charges Cain, striking him in the back with his own title to KO the champ. As quickly as he appeared, Masta P slides back under the bottom rope and ducks down by the side of the ring. Meanwhile, slowly but surely, Grimm crawls back into the ring and takes one look at Austin's state before applying the Lockdown (Walls of Jericho). The ref lifts Austin's hand but the superstar is out cold, and the official has no choice but to call for the bell. "Messenjah" by P.O.D once again hits the speakers and Grimm's hand is raised.
Stanyer: "You know, if this match was for the title, we'd see a new champ in Grimm right now."
Dawg: "Do you think Grimm knows that?"
Stanyer: "From the sick bump he took, I doubt Grimm even knows that Masta P hit the building."
Grimm is in the aisle, having his hand raised by the referee, when he sees Masta P stand up, he looks puzzled, but decides to just turn and leave. As Austin Cain lies in the middle of the ring, Masta P walks around the ring. He fails to respond to the crowd as he usually would. Instead he keeps walking around the ring and then stops and stares down at Cain. He then carry's on walking and signals for a microphone and then he stands over Cain
Masta P: Well, I'm looking down at the European champion and im going to be honest. I don't see a hell of a lot. You don't look great do you Austin? You don't look to "Supreme".
Masta P continues to stare down at Cain and ignoring the crowd
Masta P: You see Austin, so far in this war you have only seen the Masta P who likes a joke, the Masta P who likes the ladies. You have not seen the Masta P who can seriously kick your ass.
Masta P starts to circle the ring
Masta P: I'll be the first to admit I haven't been as focused as I should be here in the PWF. But Austin you, yes you Austin have opened up my eyes to this. I look at you and I wonder how a jumped up little asshole can hold a title like the European belt. So Austin I can assure you that I am no lower life form. I am the man who's going to take your European title away from you at the rumble.
Masta P then walks over to the side of the ring and grabs the European belt. He then stands over Austin Cain with the belt over his shoulder
Masta P: You see this belt Austin. Nice isnt it? Well come the rumble when I win this it represents 10 months of hard work. Because since IV been here I have had to take a lot of shit. The gWo, bad commissioner after bad commissioner, getting screwed out of title shots, hell I even pretty much held the tag team titles on my own for two months. So Austin I deserve this belt, and it's my destiny to win and then win and then win again. So im going to keep winning until I reach the top.
Masta P puts the title in front of Austin's face
Masta P: So take one last look at this belt Austin because after next Sunday the only place your going to see it is around my waist.
Masta P then drapes the European title over his shoulder and stands on a ring post and raises his arms as the crowd. He then throws the title over Cain and leaves the ring. Masta P's music starts to play put then is interrupted by a sudden cheer from the crowd. Masta P then turns around to see the Water guy standing next to Austin Cain throwing water on him. The water guy then grabs a microphone
Water Guy: Lets just say. You've just been refreshed by the Water Guy.
The water guy leaves the ring and runs past Masta P who then himself returns to the back
The camera returns to a closeup of the gWo logo, it pulls away and we see that it is in fact a sign attached to the gWo's locker room. Suddenly the camera turns sideways and we see a pissed off looking Homicide pacing up towards the door. He immediately tries the door handle, but it is locked. He then bangs hard on the door.
Homicide: "HUNT!!!!!! I know your in there!!!"
There is no response from the room, Homicide bangs on the door a couple of times, then backs off and tries to bust the door open, but it is sturdily made and Homicide can't even make a dent in it.
Homicide: "I'll getcha Hunt, whatever it takes . Whatever it takes.."
Homicide gives one last look at the door and then turns away and heads off down the corridor.
Stanyer: For Jason Hunt's sake, he should get out of the building, quick.
Dawg: That's if he's here, which I doubt he is.
Stanyer: Yeah, right, we all believe that one.
The scene opens up to Sandstorm standing in the backstage area outside of his dressing room with Ted Tedison. Tedison is signalled that he can start the interview, and he does so hastly.
Tedison: Sandstorm, you were given an excellent opportunity to put your name in the PWF record books as you were placed in a 4-way Ladder match for the U.S. Title at Rumble in the Bronx. Some would say this couldn't get better, but the fact that your opponents will be Golgotha, Superstar Davey K, and Sabre, single-handedly shuts them up.
Sandstorm: Can't disagree with you there Teddy, I am truly grateful for this opportunity and I will do all that I can do to make this a memorable match for the PWF fans who have followed me since the beginning.
Tedison: Well put, do you have any messages for any of those men I have just stated?
Sandstorm: Sure do, where should we start? Hmmmm, how about with pretty boy Sabre. Sabre, you have been a thorn in the side of the PWF ever since you turned your back on Big Poppa and joined the gWo. You were one of the best until that moment, and as much as you would like to regret it, ever since that moment, the PWF fans think of you as nothing but a pile of worthless garbage. And at Rumble in the Bronx, I will do what my mother could never get me to do as a child, and that is take out the trash! Your so called "good looks" and funny jokes aren't gonna get you out of this one, just remember who it was that beat your ass and sent you to the gutter, maybe then you'll have something to dwell on while your egotistical ass in in traction!
The fans erupt at Sandstorm's statements, as even Sandstorm is taken aback at the respect and admiration he is recieving.
Sandstorm: Now we have a man, who I have no real problem with, and that is Superstar Davey K.
The fans go wild, but mainly the women, as they hear the mentioning of this man's name.
Sandstorm: Davey K is a superb ring technician and it will truly be an honour to wrestle in the ring at the same time as him. I have been watching you for a long long time Davey, and for the most part, you are a respectable man, as you have earned mine. Even though these feelings are here and still will be come the Pay-Per-View, this will not change the fact that nothing will stop me from taking back the United States Title, even if it means me ending my career in that match. I will put on the fight of my life, and as Tedison stated before, it WILL be one for the record books, except the record will show me as the victor, and you, the loser.
The fans have mixed reaction to this, as there are many Sandstorm fans, and many Davey K fans.
Sandstorm: And of course, how could I forget, Golgotha.
The fans shower the stadium with a chorus of loud boos and jeers.
Sandstorm: Ah Golgotha, the man that single-handedly blew my chances of becoming the ultimate wrestling group, the man that I thought was one of my closest friends. What a fool I was, blinded by the gold from my old U.S. Title. Well understand this Golgotha, this time after I win the title, there will be nobody around me who is blinded by jealousy to cloud their vision and take my dignity away like you once did. You made a fool of myself, and more importantly, the good name of the Methods of Mayhem, and for that, dare I say, YOU WILL BURN IN HELL! You have gotten two clean victories over me, I'll give you the glory of that, but I will take that pride away from you as I toss you from one ring post to the other, and get you out of my way for good!
The crowd erupts in a sea of cheers, and the muffled sounds of "Sandstorm" chants, and "MoM" chants can be heard throughout the arena.
Tedison: Thanks for that Sandstorm, but there is one more thing that I would like you to speak on, and that is your upcoming match tonight against Silas "Pitbull" Parish.
Sandstorm: Of course Ted, I mean, just because I can't see him doesn't mean I forget about him. Parish, you should be so thrilled that you can actually wrestle me after the humiliation I put you through. You were victorious over Homicide in the past, and I was not. But then you and I tie up, and I get the victory over you, now how does that work out I ask you? I guess you just underestimated me Silas, I just hope that you don't do the same tonight, or else you will surely be another one of my defeated foes once again, and I'm sure you know all too well just how that feels now don't you? Now if you'll excuse me Ted, I need to go get ready for my match.
Tedison: Sure thing Sandstorm, thanks for this.
Sandstorm nods and begins to walk away. He is then stopped by a member of the PWF technician staff and handed a note. He thanks the man and looks at the note suspiciously. He begins to open the note as the scene fades out.
Stanyer: Awesome stuff from Sandstorm, you can tell he's fired up for his title match at the Rumble, it's going to be an amazing Ladder Match.
Dawg: What was in the note I wonder?
Stanyer: Well, we're due a match right about now, and it's champions versus champions, Brutal Force v Down Under Xpress. As part of tonights "preview" of the Tag Tournament, which will be held at the Rumble.
Dawg: This could be a unification match in itself, but sadly, it isn't.
Stanyer: This should be a fantastic match.
A familiar slow bass riff echoes throughout the building once again and the fans let out a nice ovation. The lights go out and 'Praise' by Sevendust hits and the wire outline of the letters 'DUX' lower over the ring and light 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. A series of lights shine a green outline of the letters D,U and X down the ramp as they walk down the aisle and climb on the ring apron and hold the hardcore tag titles high in the air before entering the ring and running to opposite corners and mounting the turnbuckles and giving the fans the 'X' salute before settling down as Brod grabs a mic.
Stanyer: D'oh!! And there was me thinking we might actually get to see a match, but the Australians just couldn't resist, could they
Brod: Ladies and Gentlemen you all know what time it is. That's right it's the DUX Show!
The crowd cheers as Brod and LJ plays to the fans.
Brod: Now i'm sure you all tuned in last week when we took out an open challenge to anyone in the locker room and we came out on top. As far as Shagged and Inbred go you guys certainly benefited from all of those anger management classes but what you really should be concentrating on is wrestling classes because the DUX certainly showed you how a championship team gets things done.
LJ: now I don't mean to sound prudish but did someone actually make an effort to tell the champions that they're in a title tournament? It's fair enough that we've turned back all challengers but honestly can we have a little bit of competition please? We're here a month and we've beaten the best PWF has to offer... well thats if you listened to all our opponents. They all claim to be what the DUX already is and thats the championship caliber team that the PWF has been sorely lacking to lead the tag team division to the future.
Brod: That's right. The DUX = The Future and if you don't believe us just look in the record books as the Xpress rolls on to Rumble in the Bronx and the unification match. Of course we have a small stopover in Godsville to put an end to any war they were having there and taking the titles from whoever the unlucky team that makes it to the PPV in one piece.
LJ: Godsville to stop the war?
Brod: Yeah?
LJ: Sounds good to me.
Brod: But not so good for our so-called opponents tonight. We got handed a memo during the week that it was going to be champion vs champion tonight and we had to feel sorry for those poor bastards in Brutal Force. Fancy heading into a PPV without your titles boys? Then step out of the locker room and come hand them to us now so you can be fit for the tournament. It's either that and be thoroughly humiliated with the added possibility of never wanting to show your heads around the PWF again!
LJ: Well with a name like Brutal Force that proably wouldn't be a bad thing considering the only thing 'brutal' about you guys is the stench you leave around the locker room.
Brod: But then again thats not our problem considering we're gonna be in the penthouse suite after tonight. So boys bring those belts all nice and shined up for us because we're taking them away the only was we know how beacause the DUX is 'All Action, All the Time!'
Mamma Said Knock You Out hits and Barry Burton and Leroy Greene, both wearing their PWF Tag Team Championship belts, emerge onto the ramp to the cheers of the fans. Leroy raises a microphone to his lips and starts to speak.
Leroy: Woah, hold on there my fine feathered friends. The PWF Tag team Champions have a few things to say.
Barry: First off, This Tag team Tournament. Now, our belts will be on the line. Four teams enter, one team will end the night as the first every UNDISPUTED PWF Tag team Champions. That Teamwill forever have a place in the annals of Sports Entertainment. That Team will be...
Brutal Force and Crowd: Team : Brutal Force!!!
Leroy: Now in this tourney, we are going up against the new teaming of Inmate and Jagged. I know some of the fans are asking themselves, Why? Why should they be in with a shot of becoming the first ever Unified PWF tag team Champions? What have Jagged and Inmate done to deserve this honour?
Barry: Well, we caqn answer that question. Inmate and Jagged are scum. We can honestly say that they are some of the lowest forms of garbage we have ever had the mis fortune to work with. On the best day of their lives, they are borderline psychotic. The rest of the time, they are so far across that boreder that they can't even see it.
Leroy: In short, they aren't very nice people. They do, however, have one redeaming quality. They can sure as hell fight. And that is what we want. This tournament is very important, and so it is vital that you, the fans, get to see the best matches possible so there can be no dispute about who the true champions are.
Barry: We know that we will have to bring everything we have, just to get past the two-man crime wave. It is going to be a slobber-knocking, pile-driving, rocket-busting contest. A show stopper, if you will. But when all is said and done, Brutal Force will be the victors.
Leroy: And that is not all, because we are also going to get to the bottom of of who is messing with us. Someone attacked Sue. Someone trashed our locker room on several occasions. Someone thinks its fun to play games with Brutal Force. Someone is wrong. And Someone is going to the ass kicking of a lifetime!
Barry: Well, I guess thats it. That's all we needed to say...
Leroy: Yep. But I can't help thinking we are forgetting something...
Barry: Hmm...
They both stand on the apron, thinking for a few moments. Eventually, Leroy snaps his fingers.
Leroy: Aha! I got it. We still have to deal with that pile of crap in the ring.
Barry: D'oh! Of course, I kknew there was something. OK, the DUX. What do we know? They are fairly new here, although they have quite a bit of experience elsewhere. In the short time they have been here, they have managed to become the PWF Hardcore Tag Team Champions, so they have got to be quite tough. They are also in the upcoming Tag team Tournament. Anything else?
Leroy: Well, you left out the fact that when we have kicked them all around that ring tonight, they will looking up at us from the canvas and... they... will... call... me....
Deep Breath
Leroy: & Crowd: BBBBBRRRRRUUUUUCCCCCEEEEE!!!!!
Barry: See, I am so forgetful tonight. I guess it's time that the Geese, or Swans , or what ever you sorry pieces of shit call yourselves to find out what it feels like to be Brutalised!!
They drop the mics and run down to the ring.
Dawg: FINALLY!!!!
Report: Barry Burton starts the match with Brod. The two square off in the centre of the ring. Brod has a massive size and weight advantage over Barry, but the former UFC fighter is undeterred. The two square right up against each other and exchange pleasantries. Brod suddenly slaps Barry across the face, knocking him back through surprise more than anything. Barry charges back with a right hand, stunning Brod. Barry then launches into a volley of right hands, pushing Brod back into the ropes and culminating in him whipping the Aussie to the opposite ropes. Barry then flattens Brod with a stiff clothesline. Brod gets up quickly, only to run into a 2nd stiff clothesline from Barry. Brod gets up again, slower this time. Barry knees him hard in the gut and then delivers a big Vertical Suplex. Barry then tags in his partner, Leroy, who instantly leaps up to the top rope. Brod gets up and spins around, looking for Barry, but all he sees is Leroy sailing through the air with a perfect Missile Dropkick. Leroy goes for an early cover. .1 ..2 . Brod powers out. Brod gets up and goes for a right hand, but Leroy ducks it and then lashes out with a kick to the gut. Leroy then comes off the ropes, but Brod suddenly explodes and flattens him with a clothesline. Brod then quickly heads to his corner and tags in LJ. Leroy is getting to his feet as LJ grabs him and hits a couple of quick forearms to the face. LJ pulls Leroy up and then whips him to the ropes. He goes for a Hiptoss, but Leroy blocks it, only for LJ to deftly snap around the back of Leroy with a hammerlock. Leroy tries the elbow, but LJ dodges it, Leroy then reaches through his legs and rolls forward, taking LJ down and ending up on his back. Leroy dives over LJ to snap on a side headlock. LJ pushes Leroy up to his feet and hits a couple of elbows to the gut and then pushes Leroy into the ropes. He goes for a Spinning Heel Kick, but Leroy ducks and cleverly sweeps the legs from underneath LJ. He goes for an instant cover. ..1 LJ quickly kicks out and then suddenly kips up. Just as Leroy is standing, he is sent across the ring with a snap Arm Drag. Leroy charges in again, but gets taken down with a Japanese Arm Drag with armbar. Leroy kips up and then twists the arm wrench into his favour. He then goes for a Spinning Heel Kick, but LJ ducks it and snaps on a waistlock and ends the fast exchange of moves with an evil Release German Suplex. Leroy lands front first and stays down clutching his gut.
Stanyer: Wow, what an exchange.
Dawg: If only you could call the match at that speed, you'd make a decent ring announcer.
Stanyer: I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
Dawg: I'll repeat it if you like.
Stanyer: No thanks.
LJ pulls Leroy up and drags him over to his corner. He then tags in Brod who boots Leroy in the gut. He then hammers him over the back with a Double Axe Handle. He scoops Leroy up and then drives him into the canvas with a Hard Scoop Slam. He then tags in LJ before going to hold Leroy down by the legs. LJ slingshots over the top rope into a perfect Leg Drop. LJ goes into a cover. .1 .2 .. Barry comes in and breaks up the count. LJ pulls Leroy up as Barry is ordered back to his corner. LJ delivers a boot to the gut and then throws him through the ropes to the floor. LJ then backs away and pulls referee Duane Dibley with him. While the referee is not watching, Brod pulls Leroy up and then whips him hard into the steel steps. Brod drags Leroy up and then slams his head into the ring post, before rolling him back into the ring. LJ now leaves the referee alone and heads over to Leroy. He pulls him up to his feet and then boots him in the gut. He flips him up and then delivers a perfect Sitout Powerbomb. He holds on for the cover. .1 ..2 .. Barry comes in and breaks things up. LJ drags Leroy over to his corner as Barry battles with the referee while trash talking the Aussie pair. LJ tags in Brod and the two of them deliver a Double Suplex. Brod goes for the cover while LJ leaves the ring. 1 2 . Leroy kicks out of his own accord this time. Brod pulls Leroy up and pulls him close to his face and gives him a bit of trash talk and then he boots him in the gut before whipping him to the ropes. As Leroy rebounds off, Brod takes a step back and positions his hand, before forcing Leroy to "Talk to the Hand" (Palm Strike). Brod then raises both arms to the crowd and then begins to climb to the top turnbuckle. He holds both arms out on the top rope, clearly showing off before going for the Grey Area (Somersault Leg Drop). However, at the last possible moment, Leroy rolls out of the way, and Brod crashes into the canvas and immediately grips his leg. Duane Dibley begins a 10 count.
Stanyer: Brod went for a high-risk move, and he paid the price. This match is swinging back in favour of the tag champs.
Dawg: That's why they call it high risk, because things go wrong, more often than not.
Stanyer: Barry Burton is desperate for tag, just a few more feet.
Leroy dives and makes the tag to Barry, and the crowd erupts. Brod tags in LJ at the same time and the Aussie slingshots off the top rope, but Barry is aware of it and takes LJ out of his high-risk move with a stiff clothesline. LJ gets up holding his throat. Barry smashes him in the face with a pair of hard right hands and then he pulls LJ towards him and delivers a stiff knee to the face. As he releases LJ to the mat, Brod tries to clothesline him from behind, but Barry is aware of him and ducks, he then lifts him Brod and drills him into the mat with a Spinebuster. Barry pulls LJ up and signals to Leroy, who climbs to the top rope. Barry delivers a Back Breaker and holds LJ on his knee. Leroy then dives off crashing onto LJ's chest with an evil Leg Drop. Barry goes for a cover. 1 .2 Brod dives and breaks up the count. Leroy dives and takes Brod out with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Barry pulls LJ up and goes for a short-arm clothesline, but LJ ducks it and then snaps Barry down with a Backslide. 1 .2 Barry kicks out. LJ springboards off the 2nd turnbuckle and then knocks Barry down with a kick to the jaw. Both of them stay down for a moment. LJ gets to his feet and pulls Barry up, he grabs his arm and signals for "Jansen Majik" (Six Seconds Magic). He goes for it, but Barry promptly pushes him away, LJ just about lands on his feet. Barry then scores with a hard right. He then hits two more, setting up the finish to the "Seconds Out" combo. Brod is about to attack Barry, but Leroy comes between LJ and Barry with a Superkick, flattening Brod. Barry then promptly levels LJ with a vicious right hand. Barry goes for a cover. ..1 2 3!!!!
Stanyer: The tag team champion's defeat the hardcore tag team champions, in what is a perfectly plausible final match in the tag tournament scheduled to take place at the Rumble.
Dawg: And on this evidence, I'd have to go with the current tag champs.
Stanyer: We cannot rule out the Gods of War, or even the newly formed team of Jagged & Inmate, they are both definite contenders.
Dawg: Guess we shall just have to wait and see, instead of trying to predict the future.
We see Johnny Mayhem outside of Golgothas locker room. Mayhem is trying to get past the bodyguard to interview the Hardcore Christian. After about 30 seconds, and after the Bodyguard searches Mayhem for weapons, he finally enters the room. Mayhem walk up to Golgotha and begins to talk.
Mayhem: "Golgotha, may I have a few words with you?"
Golgotha: "Seems since you got past security, you would probably be dissapointed if I said no. So....NO!"
Mayhem has a brief look of shock on his face. He turns to leave, but Cole T. Profit says something to Golgotha which makes the Hardcore Christian reconsider.
Golgotha: "Wait a minute. Truth is, Mayhem, unlike you, this won't be a total waste. I could use the camera to gets some things off my chest. So why don't you go sit over there and don't say a word."
Golgotha positions himself infront of the camera, pushing Mayhem out of his way. The Hardcore Christian pauses, but then he starts talking.
Golgotha: "I know all of you christian-iacs out there are wondering what my thoughts are on the Ladder match for the US Title. I am confident that I will win the match because everyone else in the match is crippled. Davey K is phyisically crippled and he has a big target on his injured knee. Sandstorm is mentally crippled. After I took the US Title, the Leadership of the MoM, and eventually, destroyed his precious little stable, he can't be doing to well. If he had a girlfriend, I probably would have converted her and took her as well. Because God said that He will take the riches of the evil and give them to His people. Just like he did with the Iseralites. His mental state will cripple him because he is focused on me and not the goal. Sabre is spiritually crippled. He has no beliefs system outside of himself. And that is why he is the only threat to me in this match. He will still be in good physical and mental condition and Ladder matches favor high flyers like us. And I can't expect the crippled Davey K to stop him, so I will. I will become the New US Champion for all of the Christian-iacs out there. And thats the Hardcore Truth."
Golgotha pauses for a moment, to think about something. He strokes his goatee and then he gets a evil smile on his face.
Golgotha: "Tonight, I will face the Crusierweight Champion, Law Hiybusa. I've been informed that the Title will not be on the line. I understand that Law doesn't want to lose it to me and forfiet his match at the PPV against Parish. Especially since he knows I can and will pin him again since I did it last week. Wise move one Laws part. But tonight, isn't about Titles. Its about me going out there and proving once and for all that I've earned everything I've gotten here in the PWF. And, just like I've proven time and time again, I am one of the best high flyers in the PWF. And after I pin Law tonight, that will make me the real Number 1 contender to his belt. Which means, I'll be getting a shot at his Title as well. Imagine that, Golgotha holding both the US and Crusierweight Titles, shortly after the PPV. Law, you had better get reqady for a beating. 2000 years ago, Jesus Christ bled and died for your sins...and tonight, I'm going to make you bleed for them!"
Golgotha picks Mayhem up and is about to throw him out, when The Bodyguard comes in. The muscular man gives Golgotha a note, and then "escorts" Mayhem out of the locker room...with more force than nessacary. Golgotha reads the note as the scene fades to black.
Dawg: Who is that bodyguard? I swear he looks familiar .
Stanyer: I don't remember him, so I have no idea.
WHOMP! The door of Mr. Pellington swings open and nearly leaves it's hinges as an intensely angered Homicide makes his presence felt. His Massacreness doesn't even take the common courtesy to let his boss finish his phone call, he just reaches out to the cord and gives it a good yank which sends the phone set and the name plate on his desk to the floor. Pellington stands up defensively, but The Massacre gets right up to his face and is ready to speak his mind.
Homicide: "You LISTEN to me, and you listen to me GOOD! I don't care if Hunt is on this roster or not, I want him! I want him TONIGHT! I want him NOW!"
Pellington is ready to reply grudgingly, but the superior size and mass of His Massacreness hushes him.
Homicide: "Is THAT understood? I DON'T care if I have to drag him out to that fucking ring half-DEAD, he WILL be there tonight! You WONT stop me from getting to him first! Whether that be in the ring or in the gWo locker room, it's up to you.. I think the fans deserve it in the ring after all they were SCREWED out of on his result, DON'T YOU? I'm talking a public dismantlement, NO.. a public MASSACRE!!! I'm talking head removed from his shoulders and crammed up his bitch-ASS!!! SO, do I have your cooperation or do I have to CONVINCE you?!?"
Pellington: "W-w-well.. I-I'm sorry, b-but he isn't h-here to.."
Homicide: "DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIT!! HE IS IN THAT gWo LOCKER ROOM!! I KNOW THAT HE IS HERE!!"
Pellington: "I-I'm.."
Homicide: "Do I have to DRAG his battered REMAINS back here to PROVE it to you? Huh? If that's your REQUEST, I'd GLADLY do it!!"
Pellington: "N-no.. Hear me out! I will make a call for him to be here and we will settle this THEN, okay?"
Homicide: "He won't even make it in the door, that stupid-ass MOTHER-FU.."
Pellington: "HOMICIDE!! Sit down before I have security remove you! Don't push me!"
Homicide: "PEL..!!"
Pellington: "SILENCE!!"
Pellington cuts him off just as he picks up his cell phone and opens it, dialing up the number to security to bring in Hunt for Homicide's bounty. Homicide sits back, fuming as his anger leaves a gritted half-smirk when he hears the mention of Hunt's coming..
Dawg: What a tough guy owner we have, he really stood up to Homicide there.
Stanyer: Be careful what you say, he is still our boss you know.
The scene fades in as we see Law Hiyabusa walking down the corridor, hair still spikey mohawk. He is in an energetic mood as he just about to wrestle a formidable opponent; the Hardcore Christian himself, Golgotha. Just as about he is about to enter the ramp area, he is stopped by none other than Johnny Mayhem.
Law: What perfect timing you have, John.
Mayhem: The main reason I was hired.
Law rolls his eyes and sighs at the same time.
Law: Is that right? I thought you were hired for your incredible interviewing power.
Mayhem: That too, but down to business. At Rumble in the Bronx, you face Silas Parish. The Pitbull. The little man with big...
Law: TALENT?! Jeez, Mayhem, I get the point! You really want me talk about Parish? Then let's talk about the little man. First things first. My record against Parish is 2 and 0. TWO AND ZERO! Once at Armageddon and once at the three-way ladder match. And just for the record, I did put both Hanibal AND Parish out of commision. Who is the better man there? I AM! LAW F'N HIYABUSA!
Mayhem: Lot's of rage there, Law...uh...what about the fact that...uh...Parish held three titles? Isn't that a factor?
You can clearly hear the fear in Mayhem's voice as he just asked those two questions.
Law: No, it's not. He has held three titles. Meaning that he has lost those titles. That just shows me how much he loses. Just like he's going to do at the rumble. On the other hand, he has earned those now defunct titles, but in the blue blazes cares about a defunt title? Do you, Mayhem?
Mayhem: No, sir I sure don't.
More fear is clearly heard from the mouth of Johny Mayhem.
Law: I didn't think so. Parish hasn't shown me anything new, thus I am unimpressed. When he takes this title off my waist, then and only then will I consider him and opponent. He is just a peasent beneath the bottom of my tabis. Next week, I'm going to give Parish a new title: "Latest victim at the hands of the Japanese Assassin."
Mayhem: Well we hope Silas Parish heard that. Next, you have former stablemate Golgotha. Now he pinned you last week in the tag match. How does this affect the...Japanese Assassin?
Law: I'll give him that. He did pin me fair and square, 1-2-3. But it's one on one tonight. Mano y Mano. No excuses given, none taken. Golgotha, along with that weasel Profit, has spit in the face of the Methods of Mayhem and everything we stood for. This match is for Eiji, Walrus, Kaervek, Sandstorm, Team: Brutal Force and Law Hiyabusa. Retribution will be mine. Now if you excuse me, I'm tired of talking, time for action.
The scene fades to the outside ramp area for the arival of Law Hiyabusa.
Stanyer: Law Hiyabusa is extremely confident of retaining his Cruiserweight Title at the Rumble, but never, and I mean NEVER, underestimate Silas Parish, far too many before Law have done so, and paid the price.
Dawg: And I was there to enjoy each humiliation, first hand.
Stanyer: But first, Law has to tackle his former colleague, Golgotha, no doubt there is a LOT of animosity there. Golgotha turned his back on the entire Methods of Mayhem group, which is no more.
Credit: Sabre
The huanted remix of "Golgotha" by Embodyment blasts across the Arena. We see the words "The truth is..." come across the Ultratron as Golgotha comes out. The Hardcore Christian has a Gold bible in his right hand. Cole T. Profit, Golgothas business associate, is close behind him. Golgotha takes a knee and opens the Bible. The line "Reach out and touch faith" hits and pyros go off. The duo make their way to the ring. Golgotha high fives the fans and Profit hands out $20's to them. Golgotha gets to the ring, climbs on the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the Heavens.
James: Introducing, from Skull Canyon, Arizona, weighing 224lbs, "The Hardcore Christian" GOLGOTHA.
"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!!!
Report: Golgotha starts the match running in to close the gap between he and Law as the bell sounds in the background. He scores with some punches to the midsection but Law quickly hits an elbow strike counter before dropkicking Golgothas knee out from under him. Law then springs to the ropes and with Golgotha on one knee, slams both feet straight into his face, dropping the hardcore Christian. He quickly makes an early counter but the shoulder is raised shortly after the two. Law lifts up Golgotha, hitting some extra elbow strikes before attempting an Irish whip. Golgotha uses his weight advantage and reverses the move however and Law heads chest first into the corner. Golgotha walks up behind him and hits a snapmare combined with a knee drop for the pin. Law throws a hand up at the two count.
Stanyer: "A very mixed bag of moves used there by both men."
Dawg: "We've got a martial artist and on the other hand a hardcore specialist. Definitely a conflict of styles."
Law gets picked up by the hair and is hit in the chops with a stiff elbow. Law then blocks the next assault, spinning around for a wheel kick but Golgotha catches him in mid air, delivering a harsh chicken wing suplex. As Law reels on the mat, Golgotha quickly turns to his valet, Profit, who almost instinctively throws him the golden Bible. The ref attempts to pull it away from the hardcore Christian but Golgotha shrugs him away, charging at Law with the weapon raised above his head. Law has other ideas, however, ducking down low and tripping up Golgothas feet. As Golgotha runs into the corner, Law hits a spinning back kick to the back of his head that in turn rebounds sickeningly from the golden Bible. Law then rolls him over from the corner and into a schoolboy pin. The crowd chant as the ref's hand slaps the canvas, but Golgotha BARELY escapes just before the three.
Dawg: "So why didn't the ref call the bell for a DQ?"
Stanyer: "I guess inflicting damage to yourself doesn't count."
Law springs off the ropes behind Golgotha, soccer kicking him face first back onto the canvas. The audience start to get behind Hiyabusa and raise their voices as he springs onto the top turnbuckle. He flies off, looking to connect with the 'Japanese Chainsaw' (450 Splash) But Golgotha rolls away at the last minute leaving nothing for Law to taste except canvas. Golgotha then climbs the turnbuckle himself, springing from the second tier with a moonsault. He connects with Law, who amazingly rolls with the impact and compacts Golgotha into an inside cradle. The moonsault took a lot out of Law however, and Golgotha is able to escape once again shortly after the two count.
Stanyer: "I'd say Golgotha has been scouting Law for this match, but Hiyabusa still has a few tricks up his sleeve."
Both men get to their feet, with Golgotha trying a boot to the face. Law catches the foot in his hands and replies with the Fatal Spiral (Dragon Screw), which sends Golgotha crashing. Law then leaps into the air, flipping backwards with a big splash on Golgotha. He then flips back onto his feet, making a cutting motion across his neck as the crowd cheers. Law applies the 'Fury of Japan' (Orange Crush Pin) with a kick to the gut before locking Golgothas head under his arm. Golgotha spots the move, however, and begins to uppercut Law in the ribs before reversing the hold into a DDT, positioning Law near the downed golden Bible before dropping him head first. Law looks out cold as Golgotha goes for the pin... the ref hits the three count and boos are heard from the rafters as Golgotha raises his hands in victory.
Dawg: "A hard fought battle between both men, with Golgotha shining through as the true ring general."
Stanyer: "I don't know what the ref is thinking, though, letting that book lie around the ring though."
The gWo locker room comes into the picture with it's logo stamped upon the door. Two security men dressed in all black approach the door and then stop for a second.
Security Guard #1: Are you sure this is the right one?
Security Guard #2: It says gWo right on it, numbskull.
Security Guard #1: Oh...well then what are we waiting for?
The 2nd security guard knocks on the door and gets no answer. He knocks again and this time yells.
Security Guard #2: If anyone is in their open this door now!
The security guards bang on the door but it is locked and no one is answering. They back off and the 1st security guard talks into a walkie talkie and minutes later two more security guards arrive with a battering ram in their hands. All four men get on the battering ram and the security guard lets out one more warning.
Security Guard #2: If anyone is in their open this door now, or else we're breaking it down!
They wait a second and still no answer so they ram into the door once bending it but not opening it. They walk backwards and run full force at the door again with the battering ram this time opening the locked doors. But to the security guards suprise none other then Matt Van Dam is standing, waiting with a cane in hand. M.V.D is ready to attack but then a voice stops him.
MVD: Stand back, or I will use this.
Unknown Voice: Matt, back off. I'll take care of this.
The security guards are confused and still ready to take the attack from M.V.D, until Jason Hunt walks into the picture.
Hunt: It's alright Matt, guards take me away.
MVD: Are you sure about this Hunt?
Hunt: Sure as ever.
The first two security guards grab Hunt and put his hands behind his back and walk out of the locker room with him and the picture fades to black...
Stanyer: Well, Pellington kept his promise, he got hold of Jason Hunt.
Dawg: The question is, what does he plan to do with him?
Stanyer: Guess we shall just have to wait and see .
Johnny Mayhem is stood outside Davey K's locker room with a microphone in his hand eagerly awaiting the emergence of the PWF's U.S Champion Davey K! The door opens and outsteps Davey K, he looks surprised to see Johnny Mayhem.
Mayhem: Davey, welcome back to the PWF
Davey: Thanks, thats touching, but I only went to fetch the Water Guy some cloths, hes had a water-related accident.
A voice is heard shouting from the locker room, its obviously the Water Guy
Water Guy: H20, dont say water, say H20! We use the correct terminology around here, we are not simpletons, I repeat...Not simpletons.
Davey: *Sigh* Water Guy, im sure you really dont want me to tell the world how you have just pissed all over yourself?
Water Guy: Shut up, the rare bitches will hear you?
Davey: Johnny, did he just say "rare bitches"?
Mayhem: Sadly, I believe he did.
Davey: Water Guy, please be quiet for the good of Hip Hop and alls its affiliates, be quiet.
Water Guy: Dammit, the pee has reached my socks, mom is going to be so cross!
Davey: I think I like the water guy because he is gangster.
Mayhem: Gangster? Him?
Davey: He is in the Playaz Club Johnny, HE IS GANGSTER
Mayhem: Erm ok, can we shut the door?
Davey: Probably is best, the water guy needs some quiet time to reflect on the mess he has made. Anyway, Johnny, what are you doing here? Wheres Ted? Ted interviews me, every week, Ted arrives I belittle him, mock his journalistic talent, he tells me not to mention his wife, I make a smutty remark, then relate that to JVD, and well Johnny ill be honest, ive been thrown a little off target! So erm, what can I do for you, hang on, arent you the camp interviewer?
Mayhem: I dont believe Im considered camp around here
Davey: Am I thinking of that Frost guy? Hmm, no, they definitely said watch out for Johnny. I mean, god man, your wearing a blue shirt.
Mayhem: Erm yeah
Davey: Blue, like the sea, the sea...you know, whats in the sea?
Mayhem: Fish
Davey: More specifically Johnny the Sperm Whale. Do you see where Im going with this?
Mayhem: So this is why noone would interview you
Davey: Im very insightful Johnny, dont be alarmed.
Mayhem: Ok anyway, back to tonights action......whats my shirt got to do with a sperm whale? How does that make me camp?
Davey: Its ok Johnny, go home, lie down, listen to Kenny G or whatever freaky shit you do and just ...think
Mayhem: ......Davey, anyway, welcome back.......hows the leg?
Davey: Couldnt be better, im 100% fit.
Mayhem: Really?
At this point the PWF Physio walks by and stops to chat to Davey
Physio: So Davey, same time tommorow, dont worry, your leg will be 100% soon, but dont push it.
Davey: Erm yeah, same time tommorow, we will eat chicken legs....it will be 100% great, I hear ya
Physio: Im sure your mind heard me, dont be late, we need to continue the treatment. See ya Davey, look after yourself.
As the Physio leaves, Davey looks around then speaks
Davey: Local nutcase, thinks hes a physio, hes mad. No im fine 100% fine, ready to go
Mayhem: Thats Steve, one of the PWFs best physios, Davey are you actually fit?
Davey: Shall we change the subject im fine, hear me? FINE!
Mayhem: Ok, so what are your feelings on the PPV, Rumble in the Bronx! It will be a fourway match for the U.S title, you, Sabre, Sandstorm and Golgotha.
Davey: Easy, im the U.S Champion and it really is time for them to realise this. Since I won it, im sick of the debate that surrounds it, I won, Im the U.S Champion, thats why I have this shiny gold belt over my shoulder. My opponents are nothing, forget Golgotha, he is some crazy vicar who has had a bible dropped on his head to many times, Sandstorm is one of the biggest examples of the freaks that the wrestling industry seems to churn out and then we have Sabre, who I intend on murdering.
Mayhem: Murdering?!?!?!
Davey: Yes. Im going to kill him, when I get him in the ring. The whining little bitch nearly ended my career. He bores the world to tears with his tedious comedy tales that makes me want to set fire to my hands and then rub my fingers in my eyes
Mayhem: Eurrgh
Davey: Yes thats the exact noise you can hear the crowd make, every time he opens his mouth. At the PPV there is noway Im going to lose my title. No chance, Ive worked too long to get where I am now, for one of those punks to walk away with my gold.
Mayhem: Is your knee going to be ok?
Davey: Its gonna be fine. While I was away from the PWF it killed me to see jackasses thinking they owned things, well the Superstar was always going to come back, a little injury was not going to keep me down for long. Now im here and this title is staying right with me!
Mayhem: Its good to have you back
Davey: Thanks Johnny, and dont even try to hug me....ok?
Mayhem: I wasnt...
Davey: Well thats ok then
Davey K turns to leave when an arm reaches out from a hallway to pass him a note
Davey: What the hell is this?
Davey opens the note and walks down the corridor reading the note, Johnny looks down the hallway to see where Davey is heading, as he turns a note is passed to him, he opens the note and begins to read, the camera fades out
Dawg: Hey, another note, that's three now, 'cause Golgotha had one as well.
Stanyer: Four actually, Mayhem got one as well.
Dawg: I wonder what's going on
The camera's cut to the backstage area where Mayhem has tracked down Silas Parish to get his thoughts on his match tonight against Sandstorm, and his upcoming match with Law at the pay per view. As the camera zooms in on the two men, it catches Silas looking completely unimpressed and slightly annoyed at the prospect of being interviewed about things everyone knows his opinion on already.
Mayhem: Silas Parish, thank you for agreeing to this interview time. Lets get right to it shall we? Can...
Silas snatches Mayhem's microphone from him.
Parish: Shut up, and wait over there until I'm done. I already know what pathetic and potentially aggravating questions you're about to ask, so in the interest of time, and my somewhat stabel mood right now, I'm just gonna cut you out of the process.
Silas shoves Mayhem out of the camera frame and holds the microphone up for himself. An arm comes back into frame, but a sharp look from Silas makes it retreat again.
Parish: First, about tonights match with Sandstorm. Am I worried? No. Am I going to beat the holy hell out of his ass again tonight like I have countless times in the past? Damn skippy I am! And so help me god if you even think of bringing up my U.S. title loss to him, I will kill you Mayhem!
Awkward silence.
Parish: I'm not worried about facing Sandstorm tonight, because, quite frankly, it means jack to me. I know I can beat him. I know he can pull a horseshoe out of his butt once in awhile and beat me. So bloody what? The match tonight is for ratings pure and simple. The PWF made a fortune during my fued with Sandstorm before, and their looking to milk it for a bit more tonight. Frankly, I'm more than a bit bored with it, but what can I do?
mumbled from out of frame
Mayhem: You could quit.
Silas shoots another "if looks could kill" gaze at Mayhem who lets out a little squeek and falls silent again. Lip curled in anger, Silas turns to face the camera once more.
Parish: I've only got one more thing to say about Sandstorm. Or should I say TO Sandstorm. Bring everything you've got chump, I'll still bury your ass!
Silas chuckles to himself and double checks to make sure Mayhem is quiet and staying out of frame. Then turns back.
Parish: Now, on to Law. The current PWF Cruiserweight champion and perhaps the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet. I seen your little interview with Mayhem over there and you're right. You HAVE beaten me twice already. Don't you underestimate me though boy! You don't want to have your name to that ever growing list of people who underestimated me and payed for it. Or maybe you do? After all, every time someone has underestimated me going into a match, I've walked out victorious. So maybe you should underestimate me Law. Maybe you should. Then, when I walk out of the pay per view with YOUR Cruiserweight belt around MY waist... you'll have no one to blame but yourself.
Unexpectedly, Silas flips the microphone to Mayhem out of frame. It's obvious Mayhem wasn't expecting it, cuz the sound of the live mic hitting the floor with a thud can be heard before he picks it up. Meanwhile, Silas walks off, apparently done with the dog and pony show for the moment. Mayhem suddenly appears again with a half smile.
Mayhem: Um... there you have it. Silas Parish is as confident as ever and looking to put both Law and Sandstorm down for the count.
The camera feed cuts out again, slowly.
Stanyer: Silas Parish making his feelings about Law Hiyabusa well known, and at the Rumble, they will settle their dispute, once and for all.
Dawg: Everyone seems to have a lot to say tonight.
Stanyer: It's their last chance on national - and international - TV to get their feelings across. It's only logical they'd want to get as much off their chests as possible.
Dawg: I suppose.
Stanyer: Anyway, it's time for another match, this time Sandstorm takes on Silas Parish, lending his good friend Law Hiyabusa a helping hand.
Credit: Splinter
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
"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.
Report: Silas and Sandstorm stand at opposite sides of the ring, circling round while Silas tests the ropes. Suddenly Sandstorm and Silas rush at each other, Sandstorm throws a clothesline that Silas ducks, and then Silas bounces off the opposite ropes and takes the returning Sandstorm out with a fly forearm to the face. Silas and Sandstorm both jump back up to their feet, Silas instantly starts to lands repetitive punches to Sandstorms face. Silas then spins round and hits a hard elbow strike to Sandstorms face, Sandstorm goes down again. Sandstorm again starts to get up only to get taken down with a hard double leg takedown. Silas then lands some hard body stomps and then locks in a sleeper hold on Sandstorm. Parish then hoists Sandstorm up and then sets him up for a DDT. Silas goes to hit the move but Sandstorm lands three hard gut shots and then plants his smaller opponent with a huge side suplex, slamming Parish hard into the mat. Sandstorm pushes himself up, Silas gets up and Sandstorm whips him to the ropes, on the way back Parish gets a hard knee strike to the gut. Silas falls to the mat holding his gut in pain. Sandstorm backs away and beckons Parish up. Silas struggles up only to have Sandstorm come belting in and hit a monstrous clothesline on his smaller opponent, sending Silas through a loop. Sandstorm then picks Silas up and kicks him in the gut. Sandstorm pulls Silas up and holds him there, allowing all the blood to rush to his head. He then plants Parish solidly into the mat with a huge stalling piledriver, Parish bounces off the mat hideously and lies still.
Stanyer: Sandstorm is laying one hell of a beating on Parish here.
Dawg: Don't worry, I'm sure the little guy will find some way to come back.
Stanyer: Let me guess, just like the gWo.
Dawg: That's right! You seem to be getting the idea Stanyer.
Sandstorm covers Silas, hooking the leg back as far as he can and hoping for the three count 1 2 Silas kicks out just after the two. Sandstorm lifts Silas back up to his feet and sets him up for the Mummification (Rack Pancake), he leaves Silas on his shoulders in a sort of modified torture rack before planting Parish hideously with the Mummification (Rack Pancake), Silas' neck cracking off Sandstorm before he bounces over onto his front and lays there in pain. Sandstorm rolls Silas over and covers him again 1 2 Silas kicks out just before the count of three. Sandstorm picks Silas up again and throws him to the ropes, on the way back Sandstorm goes for a clothesline but Parish ducks it, comes off the other ropes and then plants Sandstorm down in the mat with a huge Ego Buster (Bulldog). Sandstorms face bounces off the mat, him and Silas lay still staring up at the arena roof. Silas and Sandstorm start to get up at the same time, Silas bounces off the ropes and takes Sandstorm out with a huge spear, and he follows up with a vicious series of right hands. He then picks Sandstorm up, kicks him in the gut and swiftly hits a pulling piledriver into a cover 1 2 Sandstorm kicks out just after the two. Silas then picks Sandstorm up again and drills him right back down with a big double arm DDT into another cover 1 2 Sandstorm kicks out. Silas gets up, looking angry now. He throws Sandstorm to the ropes; on the way back he takes Sandstorm down with a Lou Thesz Press and starts to lay in with vicious right hands. He then gets up to his feet; he lifts Sandstorm up and kicks him in the gut. He goes for the Downfall (3/4 Turn Neckbreaker) but Sandstorm catches him and drills him down into the mat brutally with a huge reverse DDT and then locks in the Infinite Rest (Dragon Sleeper).
Stanyer: Sandstorm stops the Downfall and locks in the Infinite Rest! Parish is fading.
Dawg: Come on Silas! Fight up to your feet.
Stanyer: He's completely tied down and being choked out, what are you expecting him to do exactly?
Dawg: Fight back! Come on!
Silas is visibly fading the referee takes his hand and lets go of it 1 he lifts Silas arm up and drops it again 2 he lifts Silas arm up for the third time and drops it decisively but Silas manages to keep it up. Sandstorm keeps the hold in until he feels Silas has been punished enough. He lifts Parish back up to his feet again and sets him up for The Mirage (Small Package DDT) only to get kneed in the gut and then DDT'd into the mat by Silas. The two men once again lie in the middle of the ring trying to get their breath back. Parish starts to push himself up to his feet, despite the amount of punishment he has taken. He pulls Sandstorm up and irish whips him to the turnbuckle, he then runs in full pelt, Sandstorm staggers forwards and gets taken down hideously with a massive spear. Silas then mounts Sandstorm and once again starts to land vicious clutching punches. He then lifts Sandstorm up and once again plants him with a double arm DDT. He then climbs onto Sandstorm and rolls him over into the 15 Seconds Of Fame (Tazzmission). It is now Sandstorms turn to get choked; he can also be seen visibly fading. The referee now takes Sandstorms arm, holds it in the air and drops it 1 the referee then does it again 2 he then lifts Sandstorms arm up decisively and drops it, it appears to go down but instead Sandstorm holds it up and stretches out grabbing the ropes! Silas refuses to break the hold, the referee tells him to break it or he's DQ'd, Silas releases the hold unhappily.
Dawg: Why the hell did he release the hold?
Stanyer: Sandstorm had his hand on the ropes.
Dawg: What? You have got to be joking!
Stanyer: Just shut up, please Dawg.
Silas starts to land vicious calculated stomps to Sandstorms gut in attempt to keep him down. Sandstorm is lying on the mat in a bad way as Silas climbs the turnbuckle and beckons Sandstorm up; Sandstorm pulls himself up on the ring ropes. He gets to his knees and eventually off the top rope. Silas dives off the turnbuckle and grabs Sandstorm by the hair and drives him down into the mat with an absolutely massive Ego Buster (Bulldog), Sandstorms face bounces off the mat badly, Sandstorm lays there holding his face as Parish covers him 1 2 3 the referee got up to give Silas the victory, the referee sees Sandstorms foot on the ropes and tells Parish the match isn't over. Silas looks angrily at the referee but then averts his gaze to Sandstorm. He lifts the groggy Sandstorm up and then nails him with a hurricanranna into a cover 1 2 Sandstorm powers out. Silas then pulls Sandstorm up and throws him to the ropes, on the way back he drives Sandstorm down with a savage Downfall (3/4 Turn Neckbreaker)! Silas then makes a cover on Sandstorm 1 2 Sandstorm literally kicks out with split seconds to spare, Parish can't believe it. Silas gets up and gets right in the face of the referee who insists it was a three count. Sandstorm has staggered up and manages to grab Silas and hoists him up. He then plants Parish into the mat with a huge Anubis Driver (Burning Hammer)! Silas and Sandstorm lie on the mat staring up at the mat in pain, the referee starts his count out 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Sandstorm starts to get up groggily, he staggers back and leans on the ropes as Silas pulls himself up groggily.
Stanyer: Neither man is in great shape at the moment, they are putting each other through a hell of a lot of punishment.
Dawg: I reckon Silas has got he advantage.
Stanyer: How did you work that out, he just got Anubis Drivered!
Dawg: True, but Sandstorm has taken the Downfall, he can't be feeling too great right now.
Stanyer: Good point. I guess.
Silas runs in and goes for a spear but Sandstorm steps aside and shoves him down face first into the mat. Sandstorm groggily picks Parish up, and lifts him into position. He then plants Parish violently into the mat with The Mirage (Small Package DDT)! Silas' body bounces off the mat, the two men lay there tiredly as the referee again starts his count out 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Sandstorm pulls himself up and drags his body up the turnbuckle. He poses for the crowd, who know exactly what's coming, and dives off. He hits the Optical Illusion (Shooting Star Press) perfectly, hitting Silas hard. Sandstorm bounces off from the massive impact and lays still again 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Sandstorm twitches over and places one arm over Parish's chest, the referee gets down and counts 1 2 3!
Stanyer: It took the Anubis Driver, the Mirage and finally the Optical Illusion to put Parish away, but Sandstorm did it!
Dawg: Damnit
Stanyer: There's a victory Sandstorm can look back on and be proud of.
Dawg: Yeah, proud of his luck.
Sandstorm gets up tiredly; he raises one arm to the crowd. The referee holds the arm up and the crowd cheers him as he goes backstage. Silas lies there as Dawg and Stanyer discuss the next segment.
Stanyer: Well, our next match is our second preview of the Tag Team Tournament, as the new team of Jagged & Inmate takes on PWF veterans, the Gods of War.
Dawg: I wonder if they've come up with a name yet?
Stanyer: Jagged & Inmate?
Dawg: Yeah, that's if the two of them can keep out of jail, they seem to enjoy beating the shit out of people far too much.
Stanyer: You noticed that as well? Oh well, their match is after the break.
The camera cuts to Mr.Pellingtons office, where Pellington is sitting eagerly at his desk. The doors of the office open wide and Hunt walks through with the two security guards holding the door open for him. Hunt walks around chomping on his gum with his confident strut as usual. Hunt smiles at Pellington and continues to walk around. Homicide then comes out from the corner and runs after Hunt is completely unaware of his presence but security steps in the way and fends Homicide off.
Pellington: Jason! Homicide! Sit down.
Hunt: Alright, alright no need to yell.
Hunt takes a seat and looks around wondering what he was brought in here for.
Pellington: Now Mr.Hunt, i've brought you here today to inform you that after much thought and believe me I thought about this one for a while. I am going to offer you your job back. But if you ever pull the kind of stunts you pulled in the past few weeks, next time I won't be so generous, understand me?
Hunt: Ok, uh...thank you Mr.Pellington.
Hunt rolls his eyes and Mr.Pellington seemly looks like he is regreting his decision.
Pellington: But don't think you are getting off that easy.
Hunt: Whatch you talking bout?
Pellington: First off, to get your job back you must agree to face Homicide at the Rumble.
Hunt: Wait wait, hold the phone for just one minute. There is no way I am facing that loser again. If he didn't cheat like he did at Last Man Standing I would have already won the title by now and none of this would have ever happened.
Homicide: You wish Hunt, I beat you fair and square. You just can't admit I am the better man.
Pellington: It's either that, or no job.
Hunt pauses for a few seconds and runs his fingers through his hair and then he answers.
Hunt: Fine, i'll face Homicide at the Rumble, but I am not responsible if I end his pathetic career once and for all. Is that all?
Pellington: Not hardly.
Hunt: What?!?!?
Pellington: There is much more Jason.
Homicide: What else?
Pellington: This one involves you too Homicide. Neither you Homicide, or you Jason Hunt can touch each other outside of the ring until your match.
Hunt: ....Fine by me.
Homicide: What?!?!? That's unfair, this punk deserves to get his ass kicked for all he's done to me. He's lucky i'm not kicking his ass right now.
Hunt: I'd like to see you try it gimp.
Pellington: Settle down now, or you'll both be out of a job. Now if Homicide is the one to touch Jason then the match at the Rumble is off. Homicide won't get his chance to face Jason Hunt again.
Hunt: Sounds extremely fair to me, Mr.Pellington. Nice stipulation.
Homicide: ...
Pellington: Now Hunt, if you are the one to touch Homicide before your match, then Jason, your new contract will be null and void. Meaning you will be out of a job for sure.
Homicide: Now that sounds fair to me.
Hunt: Fuck you Homicide.
Pellington: Now Jason, I hope you brought your attire with you tonight?
Hunt: Why?
Pellington: Well Jason, you'll be wrestling tonight.
Hunt: What the hell, I just signed a contract and you're putting me in a match tonight? Fine, who is the unlucky bastard?
Pellington: Bastards.
Hunt: Huh?
Pellington: It's going to be a Pre-Rumble matchup. A four way contest between yourself and Homicide, Davey K and Sabre.
Homicide: Excellent.
Hunt: Shit...
Pellington: Whoever scores the winning pinfall in this match gets the last spot in the rumble. Whoever gets pinned gets the #1 spot. Homicide, i'd like you to leave right now if you would please.
Homicide: But...
Pellington: Please.
Homicide: Hunt, i'll see you later tonight.
Hunt: Yeah to get your ass kicked.
Homicide: Hunt you don't know how long i've waited to get you in that ring again. The hatred has been building up for a month Hunt, and tonight it's going to get released all on you.
Hunt: I'm sure it will, hopefully you'll be able to compete with that bum leg of yours. You know the one that I took out with the sledgehammer.
Homicide goes to put his hands on Hunt but then he remembers the stipulation and then he storms off and Hunt sits back down with a smile on his face.
Pellington: Jason, sit back down we have to go over a few more things.
Hunt: Aight.
Jason sits back down with that smile still on his face and the camera fades out.
Dawg: YAHOO!!! Hunt is back!!
Stanyer: But he's gotta go face to face with Homicide at the Rumble, and fight in a 4 way tonight.
Dawg: I like the stipulation on that match. You win, you enter last in the Rumble, you get pinned, your number one, the worst possible start.
Stanyer: Indeed, that is one clever stipulation, it'll make for an interesting match anyway.
Without Warning there's a loud explosion and plenty of pyro to boot. and "Set It Off" by POD rocks the arena as Jagged and Inmate storm through the entrance way and down the ramp straight to the ring, but instead of gettng in they start digging underneath the ring and pull out two tables and set them up on the outside of the ring and get in, and Inmate takes the mic.
Inmate: Yo, listen up. We ain't part of the catering staff so somebody's goin through, dem damn tables!!
He hands off the mic
Jagged: My personal pick, Gods of War. So it going down like this. You bring your worthless asses down here, we kick them,
Inmate: THEN YOUR ASSES ARE GOING THROUGH THE DAMN TABLES!
Before they can finish their next riveting sentence, Click Click Boom by Saliva intrupts them. The crowd erupts as Alexander and Kull walk out from behind the curtain. Both men are dressed ready for a match, and Alexander is carrying a mic. Jagged is about to scream something but Alexander raises his hand and the crowd erupts drowneding out what Jagged said. Kull motions to him like he couldn't hear what he said and then Alexander lowers his hand.
Alexander: So you what you chance to be in the tournament? You think that you 2 angry jackasses deserve the chance to be the most honered Champions in the Wrestling World? You think your ready to be the Undisputed Tag Team Champions of the World? We think NOT!
The crowd erupts and Alexander hands Kull the mic
Kull: Now listening to you babble has given me a headache, but am I to understand that those 2 tables are meant for us, and we are SUPPOSED to be scared? You boys really are stupid aren't you? We've been thrown through glass, beat with flag poles, and fallen from the top of the big screen, what in the technicolored hell where you thinking?
The crowd marks out but quickly turns it to a chant of "TABLE MATCH! TABLE MATCH!" Kull nods his head and tosses the mic back to Alexander.
Alexander: I believe our devoted fans what to see a table match huge pop and since you jackass rapists what to put us through tables so damn bad let's make it a Table match.
With out even the slightest hesitation the Gods of War run down the ramp and slide into the ring and begin brawling with Inmate and Jagged.
Report: Jagged & Inmate go in for the attack, but Kull and Alexander attack first and connect with with quick right hands. Kull knocks Jagged down with a Spinning Wheel Kick, then he and Alexander send Inmate into the ropes. They lock hands and knock Inmate down with a Double Clothesline. Kull goes over to Jagged and is about to pick him up when Jagged cleverly drop toe holds Kull throat first into the middle rope. Alexander pulls Inmate up and scores with a couple of right hands, he goes for a boot to the gut, but Inmate catches it and then throws it down before he levels Alexander with a stiff clothesline. Inmate and Jagged both pull up Alexander and Kull respectively, and push them into opposite corners. They both begin pounding down on them with hard right hands, followed by hard kicks to the chest and gut. Inmate signals to Jagged, and they pull both opponents up to their feet. They then whip them both hard and send them crashing into each other. As the two members of the Gods of War stagger backwards from the blow, Jagged & Inmate lift them up and deliver High Angle Back Drops. Inmate then decides to choke Alexander, while pulls Kull up to his feet. Jagged boots Kull hard in the gut, and then delivers a couple of hard knees to the chest. He then slaps him in a front facelock and promptly lifts him up for a Suplex. Jagged shows his awesome strength by holding Kull up in the air for a good ten or fifteen seconds, and then delivers the big Suplex. Meanwhile, Inmate drags Alexander up to his feet and twists him around to deliver an evil Falling Neckbreaker. Alexander rolls around holding the back of his neck while Inmate stares at him with an evil smile on his face. Inmate then rolls out of the ring and picks up one of the tables from outside of the ring, he gets it over the top rope and into the ring before he follows it back in.
Stanyer: Looks like Inmate is intending to end this match early, and in an unpleasant fashion.
Dawg: From the point of view of the Gods of War.
Stanyer: And many others, I'm sure.
Dawg: I dunno, from my experience, most of the PWF fans seem to enjoy watching people crash through tables.
Stanyer: This is true.
Inmate sets the table near the corner of the ring and then pulls Alexander to his feet. Meanwhile Jagged lifts Kull up for a Powerbomb, but he suddenly counters with a Hurricanranna. Jagged rolls through it to his feet and then recovers his senses. Kull hits a quick boot to the gut and then hits a couple of knife edge chops. He then sends Jagged to the ropes, but he reverses and then on rebound, he sends Kull soaring through the air and then makes sure he lands hard from the Flapjack. Inmate is about to Powerbomb Alexander through the table, but Alexander counters and Back Drops Inmate onto the table, fortunately, Inmate bounces off the table without breaking it.
Dawg: A lucky escape for Inmate, he'd be embarassed to lose to a back body drop.
Stanyer: God help us if Inmate loses his rag, he's bad enough when he's in a good mood, if that is what you can call it.
Dawg: Shouldn't there be like, tagging in this match?
Stanyer: Think they've decided to not bother, you want to tell them otherwise, be my guest.
Dawg: No no, it's fine by me
Jagged pulls Kull up to his feet and boots him in the gut, he then hooks both arms and delivers the Barzini Bomb (Tiger Bomb). Jagged then stamps on Kull before moving to help out his partner. Just prior, Alexander pulls Inmate up and is about to Suplex him through the table, but Jagged clubs him across the back and then hooks the head to deliver a Reverse DDT. Kull is struggling to his feet, as is Inmate. Fueled by anger, Inmate aggressively boots Kull in the gut and then delivers the Death Sentence (Stone Cold Stunner). Inmate then grabs the table and slams it into position, Jagged has already pulled Alexander to his feet, Inmate then orders Jagged to climb the turnbuckle as Inmate feels the back of his head. Inmate flips Alexander up onto Jagged, who then Powerbombs Alexander through the table, ending the match.
Stanyer: That was an annihilation, it was barely competitive.
Dawg: On that showing, the Gods of War may as well not turn up next Sunday.
Stanyer: If Jagged & Inmate are in that sort of mood at the PPV, they will be unstoppable.
Dawg: And what motivates them? Violence, they love it just a little bit too much.
Stanyer: Oh come on!! You've won the match!!!
Dawg: This is what I love about these two.
Inmate and Jagged have Kull up on his feet, they lift him above their shoulders and then casually toss him over the top rope, sending him crashing through the table they set up before the match even started. Both men dust their hands off and then head out of the ring, to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
Cameras cut to the arena parking lot, as Johnny Mayhem waits patiently under a light, his letter in his hand. Suddenly the door to the arena swings open and Sandstorm walks out, holding a similar note. He approaches Mayhem with a grin on his face...
Sandstorm: "Sorry Johnny, I'm not into the whole gay thing. Not that there's a problem with that..."
Mayhem: "Hey! Don't look at me, I'm here for the same reason you are! I was handed this note..."
Sandstorm takes the note and compares it to the one he was handed earlier. The camera zooms in to show they're indeed identical...
All of a sudden the camera pans to the left to see the approach of the hardcore Christian, Golgotha, scanning over the same note he recieved before Sandstorm immediatley gets in his face...
Sandstorm: "So what the hell is this, a set up? You wanna duke it out right here, right now you freak?"
Golgotha: "Hey... shut up. I got the same note you guys did. But if you wanna go Sandy, then lets go..."
Both superstars start shoving as Johnny tries to break up the duo. Meanwhile, Davey K is leaning against a foundation wall, laughing...
Davey: "So is this what the whole secret admirer note is all about? An invitation to watch 'shove fest 2k2'?"
Mayhem: "So you got a note as well? I have to say... this is odd."
As the three superstars and journalist start looking at their letters, a voice is heard to the far right...
Voice: "No Mayhem, it's genius."
The camera barely has time to swing around to the direction of the voice as the members of the gWo charge in, armed with an array of weapons. As MVD takes down Golgotha with a kendo stick and Jason Hunt drops Sandstorm with a steel chair, Sabre delivers a sledge hammer shot to the back of Davey K's head. As MVD and the newly reinstated Jason Hunt reign down blow after blow on their victims, Sabre takes a step back from the carnage, wiping his hands...
Sabre: "Mayhem, stop drooling over this work of art and come talk to the artist. It's why you were invited to this little party, after all... unless you want to end up like the rest of the guys who were given a letter from The Man?"
The reporter reluctantly walks over to Sabre, microphone in hand, as the self confessed 'fighting champion' sports one the most despicable looks of pleasure as he oversees the carnage...
Sabre: "For God's sake, you're leaving out Davey K! Someone slap a sharpshooter on the man!"
Jason Hunt stops wailing on Golgotha for a second and walks over to Davey K, who is struggling to get to his feet. A quick shot of Davey's face shows a fierce look of hatred directed at Sabre before he gets taken back down by Hunt. MVD goes looking thru his black sports bag before throwing Jason a bottle of green spray paint...
Sabre: "Looks like tonight will be a three way match up, hey superstar?"
Mayhem: "Sabre, this is one of the foulest things I've seen in my time in the PWF..."
Sabre: "Watch your mouth, little man or you'll end up in the same frying pan as these losers. You think I'm gonna let these pieces of crap talk trash about me? Think I'm gonna let all that slide? Well here's a lesson in humility for you all. While you all talked like you were the best, I was being the best... making a plan to catch you punks while you were busy blabbing about how you're going to win my title at the Rumble. And guess what? I've just shown the World that none of you idiots has what it takes to be a champion. And come the Pay Per View, expect The Man to walk out the US champ, AND the winner of the Rumble in the Bronx. Whether I be number 1, number 30 or number 3,567.2 You can all bet that the main event scene at End of the World will be wherever I tell it to be."
Sabre looks back, grinning as the gWo finish their handywork, with MVD adding the finishing touch by throwing his spraycan to the back of Sandstorms head...
Sabre: "Now if you don't mind... I think fearless leader wants us back inside. And yours truly has a match to prepare for... unlike some people."
Sabre struts past Davey K, putting in a good kick to the midsection before walking away with the rest of the Green World Order, as Johnny walks over to the fallen superstars, calling for some paramedics....
Stanyer: The notes - it was all a gWo setup.
Dawg: And a brilliant one at that!! They just couldn't resist turning up, they were too curious, and not very careful.
Stanyer: And got a beatdown as their prize. It doesn't look like Davey will even make it to his match, which is coming up shortly I might add.
Dawg: I'm sure that was the intention of Sabre & Jason Hunt. Sabre gets help to take out Davey K, and now they can double up on Homicide in the main event, a perfect plan if I ever saw one.
Stanyer: Too damn perfect.
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 walks towards the announcer, who is now outside the ring, and requests a microphone.
Gambino:You know, this past week I've heard several comments in the back about my match with Sabre last week. Most people said it was a good match. However, there's a select few that think a bit different. I've heard a few people say that I couldn't have won without Davey K's help, that I just couldn't get the job done. If that's what you think then you can go straight to hell.
Gambino paces the ring a bit. He's obviously not in the best of moods this evening.
Gambino:I never asked for Davey K's help. I didn't ask him to come down and screw Sabre out of that match. I want to make that clear for each and every one of my critics right here and now. With that said, on to my main reason for being out here tonight. Matt Van Dam. I promised a close friend of mine that I would make you pay for what you did to him. That I would get revenge. You know me better than anyone and you, of all people, know that I'm a man who's true to my word. So I'm challenging you to a match at the Rumble in the Bronx. Now, we all know that probably the worst thing that could happen to you is to lose your title, and you will. But I was thinking and you know, that's just not enough for me. I want you to suffer the way that I have. The way my friends have. The way my family has suffered, all because of you!
Gambino pauses to calm himself a bit. He takes a swig of water and continues.
Gambino:It really got me thinking and I racked my brain forever trying to come up with the most brutal match that I could think of. A match that I could not only beat you and take your title away from you in, but also a match that I could dish out the most punishment. I went through this over and over again. Hell in a Cell. Last Man Standing. Street Fight. Submission Match. No DQ Match. Inferno Match. Each and every one of these matches came to mind. But then it came to me. You see, you've got your Prison Matches, and you've got your Boston Massacres. But what's the one match that's even more brutal than all of those? So brutal that it has only taken place in the PWF one time ever. I think you know what I'm getting at Matt. New York City, which is where Rumble in the Bronx is set to take place. So how fitting is it Matt, that I become PWF Champion once again in the match that I created, the New York Street Fight!
The crowd goes wild with the announcement just made. Gambino waits a moment for them to quiet, then raises the microphone to his mouth once again.
Gambino:That's right Matt. I'm challenging you to a New York Street Fight at Rumble in the Bronx, with the PWF World Title on the line. I think you know the rules Matt, and if you don't then you can just go to your PWF tape library and check out last years Rumble and watch me beat the hell out of Eraser. He's the only other person from the PWF that has taken part in this match besides myself. Do you see him standing here today? Hell no! His career is over, the same way yours will be over come time for the Rumble. It's time for redemption Matt, and your judgment day has come. So get your ass out here and accept my challenge!
Gambino walks to the turnbuckle and climbs it, staring at the entrance awaiting his rival. He waits for a few minutes, and nothing.
Gambino:Matt, we don't have all night. I'm sure these people would like to get on with the show. But the show won't continue until you get your ass out here and answer me.
He waits a few more minutes and then climbs back down from the turnbuckle.
Gambino:You won't come out here on your own then I'll just come back there and drag your punk ass to the ring.
Gambino tosses the microphone down and climbs out of the ring. He storms up the ramp, much to the excitement of the crowd. As he gets to the curtain, it opens up and Matt Van Dam charges through the entrance with a steel chair in hand. He swings the chair full force into Gambino's skull as the crowd goes into a booing frenzy. With Gambino down, Matt lays another chair shot to him. He's not stopping either! Chair shot after chair shot until Gambino is busted wide open and barely moving. Several refs and security guards rush to the scene. They pull Matt back and keep him away from Gambino. Security takes MVD into custody and pulls him backstage through the curtain. EMT's are now at Gambino's side. They place a neck brace on him, then load him onto a stretcher. As they are about to exit through the curtain, Matt Van Dam reappears. He pushes the EMT's away from Gambino then he grabs the stretcher. He pushes it full force towards the edge of the stage, then lets go, sending the stretcher with Gambino still on it crashing over the edge! MVD stands on the stage looking down on Gambino's broken body. He pulls a microphone from his pocket.
MVD:You want an answer, you piece of shit? I accept.
MVD tosses the microphone over the edge of the stage to where Gambino is lying, then makes his exit through the curtain. EMT's once again rush to Gambino's aide.
Stanyer: Welcome back folks, we are moments away from our main event, but we have to talk about what just took place.
Dawg: MVD is taking a big risk this time, a New York Street Fight is something else altogether, last years was one of the most violent matches I have ever witnessed.
Stanyer: The match is built to be violent and painful, and this years match has even higher stakes, the PWF World Title is on the line.
Dawg: I can't wait.
Stanyer: Neither can I, and now it's time for our main event. I'll remind you all of the stipulation. The person who scores the winning pinfall or submission, will be the last man to enter in the Rumble. The person who is on the receiving end of this winning fall, will be the man to enter the rumble at #1. A High stakes match.
Dawg: I'm told Davey K is almost unconcious in the medical room, he's got a nasty head wound. Doesn't sound like he's going to make it.
Stanyer: A great shame.
"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 lights are turned off and red laser lights flash through out the arena and then pyro goes off on the stage and "Do you call my name" by RA hits and out walks Jason Hunt with a confident strut. Jason raises his hands in the air and then he walks down to the ring and when he gets in the ring he flexes his muscles then climbs up to the ropes and raises his arms and hands again.
James: Introducing from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing 220lbs, JASON HUNT.
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!!!"
Report: The three wrestlers appear to be waiting for Davey K, but there is no sign of him at the moment. A few words are exchanged between Hunt & Sabre, and then suddenly they jump Homicide. The big man from Boston takes a heavy volley of right hands before both men whip him to the ropes. Sabre and Hunt catch Homicide with a perfect Double Dropkick to the face. Both men then proceed to stomp Homicide down. By now, Mark Johnson has rung the bell, even though Davey K hasn't arrived yet. Sabre pulls Homicide up and pushes him into the corner. Hunt delivers a hard knife-edge chop while Sabre delivers a couple of kicks to the gut. Hunt whips Homicide to the opposite corner and then Sabre rushes at Homicide, but he instantly rebounds out of the turnbuckle and flattens Sabre with a clothesline. Hunt is stunned, but reacts quickly and goes for a right hand, but Homicide blocks it and then knocks Hunt down with the Boston Haymaker. Hunt gets up quickly, and Homicide delivers a quick kick to the gut and then he lifts Hunt up into a Fireman's Carry. He then runs forward and drills Hunt into the canvas as he rolls forwards. Sabre is up to his feet and Homicide grabs him and sends him into the ropes. Sabre attempts to counter with a Spinning Wheel Kick, but Homicide catches him and then switches Sabre onto his shoulder, before delivering a hard Spinebuster. He sees Hunt beginning to get to his feet and goes to pull him up, but Hunt spins quickly and sweeps Homicide's legs from underneath him. Hunt then grabs Homicide by the throat begins to choke him. Mark Johnson gives Hunt a 5 count, and he is forced to release on 4. But much to the referee's annoyance, Hunt re-applies the chokehold. Sabre is slowly getting up, holding his head, when he sees Hunt has Homicide pinned down, he moves in and delivers a soccer kick to the side of Homicide's head. Sabre then drops a standing knee to his face. Sabre moves away and asks Hunt to pull Homicide up, he obliges. Sabre gets in Homicide's face and gives him some trash talk, before giving him a hard slap. Sabre turns away and taunts the crowd, while he does so, Homicide elbows Hunt in the side of the head and then waits for Sabre to turn around before levelling him with a clothesline. Sabre bounces up quickly, only to be knocked straight back down with the same clothesline. Sabre doesn't get up the third time, but Homicide is promptly knocked down by a Superkick from Jason Hunt. He then stamps on Homicide's face before shouting something at Sabre. Hunt begins to climb to the top rope while Sabre moves to hold Homicide down. Hunt then dives off and connects with a perfect Guillotine Leg Drop, he then motions into a cover. .1 ..2 . Surprisingly, Sabre pulls Hunt off Homicide. Hunt gets up, giving Sabre a quizzical look. The two of them exchange words, continuously pointing at Homicide, the exchange seems to be getting more heated as every second passes.
Stanyer: There appears to be trouble in paradise. Hunt & Sabre can agree to fight Homicide, but they both want to win the match, and be the last in the Rumble.
Dawg: They'll settle it, one way or another, it won't come to blows.
Stanyer: Don't be so sure, if you had to beat your own brother for a million pounds, would you do it?
Dawg: Probably, but then again, I don't have a brother, so the question is irrelevent.
The argument rages on, suddenly Sabre pushes Hunt. He responds by slapping Sabre. Sabre pushes Hunt again, more words are exchanged. Until the argument is ended by Homicide flattening both men with a clothesline, accompanied by a tremendous cheer from the crowd. Homicide pulls Hunt up to his feet and then whips him into the corner. Homicide follows him in and lays into him with heavy right hands. Sabre is up to his feet and charges at Homicide, but the Boston Massacre senses him and moves out of the way, allowing Sabre to crash into Hunt. As Sabre realises what he has done, Homicide lifts him up from behind and delivers a high angle Backdrop. As Homicide stands, Hunt swings with a right hand, but Homicide ducks it and then catches him with a right hand. He sets Hunt up for a Suplex, but then Sabre dives and catches Homicide on the back of the knee. The big man instantly releases Hunt and drops to the mat, clutching his knee, the same knee that has taken so much punishment in the previous weeks. Hunt shakes the stars from his eyes and sees that Sabre is holding Homicide's leg and delivering hard boots to the inside of the knee. Sabre then yanks the leg, Homicide winces in pain and holds his head. Sabre just smiles arrogantly. Hunt slides out of the ring and Sabre pushes Homicide's leg out for him. Hunt grabs the leg and snaps it down on the apron. Sabre then stands on the leg while Hunt reaches under the ring and then comes back up with a Steel Chair. Mark Johnson tries to get him to stop, but Hunt ignores him and smashes the Steel Chair into Homicide's knee. The sound of the chair shot is almost drowned out by the loud boos from the crowd.
Stanyer: He can't do that!!! Why doesn't Mark Johnson disqualify him?
Dawg: Because he can't!! Didn't you hear? This match has to end via pinfall or submission, no DQ's, no countouts. Anything is legal.
Stanyer: Wonderful, why didn't anyone tell me this?
Hunt is trying to lock Homicide's knee in the fold of the chair, when he finally succeeds, Sabre slingshots over the top rope and leg drops the chair and Homicide's knee. The Boston Massacre groans in pain, Hunt slides into the ring and pulls Homicide away from the ropes and goes for a cover. Sabre is on the outside holding his leg from hitting the chair. ..1 ..2 Sabre pulls Hunt off Homicide and out of the ring. Hunt gets up and immediately gets in Sabre's face, but the Australian pushes Hunt back. Sabre backs away, hands held aloft and then points to Homicide in the ring. Hunt gives Sabre a stare and then climbs onto the apron. Sabre moves quickly and grabs Hunt from behind and then takes him off the apron and then delivers a Back Drop on the outside. Sabre then quickly jumps up onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope. He then dives off with a perfect Senton Bomb onto Homicide. He then quickly goes for a cover. ..1 2 .. Homicide kicks out. Sabre gets up, and turns around just in time to see Hunt flatten him with a clothesline. Sabre gets up quickly, and Hunt boots him in the gut and then delivers the Six Pack Revolver (FameAsser). He is about to go for a cover, and then changes his mind, he pulls Sabre up to his feet. He gives him a bit of trash talk, Sabre recovers some of his senses and responds to Hunt, Homicide is just about standing, but then both gWo members turn and kick him in the gut, they then both deliver a Double Suplex.
Stanyer: No respite for the weary eh?
Dawg: I don't feel even a little bit sorry for Homicide, he is getting everything he deserves.
Stanyer: Relations between Hunt and Sabre are at the bare minimum at the moment. If Homicide hadn't stood up, then there would have been a straight out fight.
Sabre & Hunt now begin to stomp down Homicide in the middle of the ring. Suddenly a massive cheer goes up from the crowd. We cut to the entrance way and we see Davey K running down the ramp, bandage wrapped around his head, and a steel chair in his hands. He slides into the ring with a purpose. Hunt sees him first and goes to attack him, but Davey quickly knocks him down with a hard chair shot. Sabre ducks Davey's first chair shot, but Davey does connect with a vicious backwards swing, taking Sabre completely by surprise. Davey tosses the chair away and then drags Sabre up to his feet. He pushes him aggressively into a corner, where he proceeds to lay into him with hard right hands. Homicide and Hunt are both beginning to get to their feet, Homicide gets up first and catches Hunt with a hard right hand. The gWo man retaliates with a right hand of his own, but Homicide comes in with a big knee to the gut. Meanwhile, Davey lifts Sabre up to the top turnbuckle and climbs up, he sets Sabre up for a Super Fallaway Slam and then sends Sabre soaring across the ring. Homicide delivers two more hard knees to Hunt and then lifts him high up in a Military Press. With the crowd fully behind him, he delivers Intentional Homicide (Body Press to Front Slam). Homicide hooks the leg. ..1 2 . Hunt just gets his shoulder up. Sabre is crawling across the ring, while Davey is stalking him, Sabre begins to get to his feet, but Davey drives an elbow into his back, keeping him down. Davey then comes off the ropes and drives a hard knee into Sabre's back. Homicide pulls Hunt up and then lifts him up to dump on the top turnbuckle. Homicide climbs up and then delivers a huge Superplex. He goes for another cover. ..1 .2 Hunt kicks out again. Davey pulls Sabre up, but he suddenly rakes the eyes and then scores with a Spinning Heel Kick. As Davey gets up holding his bandaged head, Sabre is preparing himself, and delivers the Sabre's Edge (Samurai Driver). He doesn't go for a cover, but instead climbs the turnbuckle. Homicide is trying to pull Hunt up, but he is rolling away, and drops to the outside of the ring. Homicide follows him out and drags Hunt up to his feet. He then slams Hunt's face into the announcer's table, scattering Stanyer & Dawg, and leaving Hunt sprawling on top of the table. Sabre is taunting the crowd as he stands on the top rope, and then Sabre Air takes flight as he goes for the 450 Splash, but Davey rolls out of the way at the last possible moment. On the outside, Homicide has climbed onto the table and is picking up Hunt, he appears to be setting him up for the Boston Massacre. Davey gets to his feet and waits for Sabre to stand up before booting him in the gut. He then hooks both arms and delivers the Superstar Slam (Pedigree). He hooks the leg. .1 ..2 .3!!!!! On the outside of the ring, Homicide lifts Hunt up and drives him through the announcer's table with the Boston Massacre (Reverse DDT Drop).
Both the announcer's are unable to communicate at the moment, so all we hear are the loud cheers for Davey K, and the chants of "Holy Shit" for Homicide. Finally Jason Stanyer gets a working mic on.
Stanyer: Are we back?
There is no response from "Big Dawg" Dave Harley.
Stanyer: Guess Dave needs a new mic. Unbelievable, we thought Davey K wasn't going to be in this match, but he made it to the ring, and he picks up the win.
Dawg: DAMMIT!!! Sabre was ripped off!!!
Stanyer: Guess who's back.
Dawg: Davey can't just turn up half way through the match!!! There has to be some rule against it!!
Stanyer: I doubt it, he was scheduled to be in the match, and it's not like a one on one match, where you need both competitors to turn up.
Dawg: I'll be helping Sabre to trawl through the PWF rulebooks later, don't you worry.
Stanyer: Look if you want, but I have a feeling that the result will stand, and Davey K will be the last man to enter in this years Rumble. And our dear friend Sabre, will be number 1. Guess he finally achieved his dream eh?
Dawg: This wasn't his idea of number 1!!!!!
Stanyer: We are out of time folks, you'll have to listen to Davey moan about this at the PPV, see you there everyone!!
Our final shot is of Homicide raising Davey K's hand in victory as an angry Sabre backs up the ramp, a couple of EMT's are working on Jason Hunt. The camera then fades out.