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Charlotte Coliseum
Charlotte, North Carolina
Saturday 22nd February 2003
Attendance: 22,498
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of Saturday Night Havoc.
Poppa: Coming to you live from the Charlotte Coliseum.
Stanyer: We're in for night of high action as we already have three excellent matches signed.
Poppa: Perfect Outlaw v Sandstorm, a rematch between Venom & Masta P for the European Title.
Stanyer: And a match I am particularly looking forward to, as Davey K faces Kilgore in tonight's main event. Kilgore has been extremely impressive in recent weeks, now he's up against another extremely talented man, in "Superstar" Davey K. This one's hard to call.
Poppa: I think it all depends on who turns up for the match, Kilgore or Leon Calvano.
Stanyer: And of course, we get to hear the reactions of both Homicide & Gambino concerning their World Title Match scheduled for the upcoming Downfall PPV.
All is black, and the tension is mounting. Jitters go through the crowd and then, suddenly, slowly, the opening cords begin to play, and the Ultratron begins to flicker through stages of torture. Soon after, messages flash afore their eyes, easing them into a trance: "Last week was RESURRECTION.. Tonight is RECOGNITION.. At Downfall is REALIZATION!! ..BEHOLD!!" All eyes follow a single red flair as it drops from the rafters, collides with the stage, and then keys a huge row of explosions as the intensity of "Awake" by Godsmack reaches tops and the speakers blare out its brutal sounds. Moments later, the curtain moves aside, and emerging from the smoke is Public Enemy Number One, His Massacreness, Homicide. With a microphone in hand, he swaggers down to ringside to the dismay of the crowd, drawing in instant heat from the fans as they flash their anti-Massacre signs in his face.
Poppa: "You spoke too soon."
Stanyer: "Not this whiny has-been again!"
Poppa: "You wanna talk about has-been, Stanyer, let's talk about you.. Your wife told me.."
Stanyer: "Let's not talk about my wife on television.."
Poppa: "Right-e-o, Stanyer, how about we let Homicide do the talking, he is, after all, our next champion.."
Stanyer: "You really are a cynical person, aren't you?"
After waiting for their jeering to die down a bit, he raises the mic to his lips and addresses the full house;
Homicide: "Thank you, thank you.. *takes a bow* Once again, just who was it that laid out Gambino for the 1-2-3? Hmm? That's right, ME!!"
The crowd starts chanting 'asshole' but it falls on deaf ears.
Homicide: "How does it feel Gambino? How does it feel when reality hits you? Last week it knocked you on your ass, come Downfall, it may be your career downfall! You were always a man of courage, I gave you that, but at some point you need to REALIZE the silver lining of yourself.. I found it, and even though you blew me off, when you doubted me, who answered the question for you? ..the question about you bein' a washed-up has-been.. I took you on face-to-face, and you lost! Granted it was 2 v 2, but cut out the antics of both, and the result is the same.. I beat you, I own a win on you.. 1 to 0 means right now I 100% OWN you!"
Stanyer: "Aww, c'mon he cheated the win, 1 to 0 is referee error.."
Poppa: "In the record book it still says 1 to 0 in favour of Homicide, and method of win matters not.. A win is a win.."
Homicide: "Statistics don't lie, ol' buddy, you once were great, but that was before both tainted title reigns.. When you sided with gWo, right then and there, you not only sold-out to everyone else, you sold yourself out! You grew weaker by their presence, and it shows.. Sure, you won the title again last Pay Per View, but.. *ERRM*.. who really won the title for you? I doubt James would be announcing you each night as 'PWF World Heavyweight Champion, Antonio Gambino' if you had to do the job on your own.. Your whole life is a story of survival with help, from your youth days in the mafia to gWo to now, so why bother with this "I Stand Alone" crap again? You can't do it alone.. Think about THAT!"
'Asshole' chants again filter through the arena.
Poppa: "He's right on the money there."
Stanyer: "He's full of shit is more like it.."
Poppa: "The only one full of shit is the one doubting him, has he lied before? Ahh.. NO!"
Homicide: "The truth hurts, Gambino.. Whether it takes more stone cold facts or some cold steel chair shots to ring a bell in your head, I will make you RECOGNIZE! I always prevail, and you can take that to the bank! Whether I turned my back on you three weeks ago or not, you have to RESPECT me.. You know why? Because I never lie, and I always keep my promises.. I never promised that you or anyone else would like my methods of winning, but I did promise I'd win.. I have single-handedly gone from rock bottom to the very top of the ladder, and I have TAMED the ladder of success here in the PWF! Name off the people I have gone through here, and now they are either retired or broken.. Even you Gambino have fallen victim once to me, and that was with nothing on the line.. My dream awaits, the spotlight with you in it is a falling star, and I wont be left out in the cold without gold again!"
His Massacreness laughs as a fan jumps the barricade in a Gambino "I Stand Alone" t-shirt, yet falls far short of touching Homicide as the security team snatches him.
Stanyer: "Homicide is lucky I'm not as strong willed as that fan, I'd do the same thing.."
Homicide: *looking towards the fan* "Nice try pal, but it wont work.. You'd be a 2 hit phenomenon, my fist to your face and your head hitting the ground.. So who does that leave to stop me from proving you all wrong once more? Haha, that's right, he can't, Gambino, you can't as I've proved once already.. SO, WHATCHA' GONNA' DO?? ..NOTHING!! There's NOTHING you can do to stop ME, 'cuz when a MASSACRE is UNLEASHED, NOTHING SURVIVES!! At Downfall, I wont be denied any longer from what I should rightfully already own.."
Stanyer: "We'll just see about that.."
Poppa: "Are you gonna' stop him? ..I didn't think so.."
Homicide: "The title is MINE! That is a PROMISE! ...RECOGNIZE!!!"
"Awake" by Godsmack hits the speakers once more, and like a man on a mission, His Massacreness exits in a confident swagger to a deafening haze of boos.
Stanyer: Welcome back everyone. A few moments ago, Homicide made his mission statement crystal clear, he wants the PWF World Title, and nothing else.
Poppa: And he'll do anything, and we mean anything, to make sure he completes his mission.
Stanyer: Anyway, we'll move onto our opening match, which is a rematch from last week, where Venom took on Masta P for the European Title. That match ended in a DQ thanks to interference from Rex Idol.
Poppa: We'll see how this one goes.
Credit: Splinter
All of a sudden the arena darken and the sound of hissing snakes can be heard throughout the building. Then green lights start to flicker and "Drag you Down" by Finger Eleven hits and out walks Venom from behind the curtain. Venom makes his way to the ring taunting the crowd. Venom then slides in under the bottom rope and begins to taunt the crowd again as the crowd boos.
James: Introducing from Death Valley, California, weighing 297lbs, VENOM!!!.
The ultra-tron shows the words "Masta P ETA" and a stopwatch quickly counting down. When it stops the arena goes black and the Ultratron slowly zooms in on a white dot which shows Masta P under a spotlight. "Nothing" by A kicks in and Masta P starts to walk on the video whilst showing clips of the various ass kicking's he has given . The lighting is dark green and then Masta P emerges on the stage salutes the fans with one arm and walks confidently to the ring..
James: Introducing from Los Angeles, California, weighing 289lbs, The Original Bad Boy, MASTA P
Report: Masta P and Venom circle each other, Venom badly wants this European Title. The two men step forward and engage in a standard tie up, they push each other around the ring for a small while until Venom brakes it all up with a big European uppercut. He then hits a second and a third, by this time P is back on the ropes. Venom then throws Masta P to the ropes, on the way back Venom goes for a big boot. P ducks under and then turns Venom round, he then starts to rock Venom with hard right hands, getting him back on the ropes. He then nails a few more right hands before throwing Venom to the ropes, venom comes bouncing off the ropes and running back in only to level the charging Masta P with a hideous big boot. Masta P starts to pull himself up, holding his jaw in pain as Venom pulls him up onto his feet and throws him to the ropes, P comes running back in. Venom catches him, whirls him over, and then drills him with a mat shaking powerslam. Masta P arches his back in pain, Venom drops a big elbow and then covers 1 Masta P kicks up and out just before the count of two. Venom pulls P out and kicks him in the gut, looking for an early finish with the Venom Drop (Hangman's DDT) but Masta P won't be lifted, he stands up and backdrops Venom down onto the mat. P sees that Venom is fighting up to his feet, he comes off the ropes and smashes Venom straight down onto the mat with the Lady Killer (Huge Clothesline)! Venom lays spread eagled on the mat, Masta P covers 1 2 Masta P gets two, as Venom makes an easy kick out. Masta P pulls Venom up and then lobs him into the turnbuckle, Masta P runs in, but Venom moves out of the way, P runs straight into the turnbuckle. Venom then grabs Masta Ps head and starts to slam it into the top turnbuckle pad, the fans chant up to seven as Venom drives Ps head home. He then drags a groggy Masta P out of the corner and then sets him up, he lifts Masta P in the air before proceeding to drop him on his head with a hard brain buster. Venom then floats over and covers the European Champion 1 2 P kicks out before the three.
Stanyer: Masta P obviously wants to keep that European Title if he's kicking out of moves like that.
Poppa: He's got a lot of determination and desire does Masta P, and with the right attitude it'll take him far.
Venom pulls the European Champion to his feet and throws him into the corner again, he starts to pummel away on P with a combination of chops and overhand punches, suddenly P blocks one of the big rights and starts to blaze away at Venom with a series of right hands, finally knocking Venom back with a hard haymaker before proceeding to charge in and slam his foot into Venoms face with the Bling Bling (Test Big Boot)! Masta P then proceeds to collapse down next to Venom, the two men lay there as the fans chant for more. The referee starts his ten count, but doesn't get very far as Masta P pulls himself up. He grabs Venom and starts to punch him repeatedly in the face, capitalizing on his advantage. He then pulls Venom up and starts to smash him back with another series of right hands, he tries to throw Venom to the ropes but Venom reverses and pulls Masta P into him, he slips behind P and hoists him up. The crowd are going wild as Venom nails a breath taking Venom Death Drop (Burning Hammer)! The two men once again lay on the mat, P is now twitching violently. Venom puts an arm over Ps chest 1 2 3! NO! Masta P just kicks out!
Stanyer: Ps neck could be broken after taking a Brainbuster and a Venom Death Drop.
Poppa: Masta P needs to be careful here, he could do himself permanent damage if he keeps at this match too much longer.
Venom pulls himself up, holding his jaw from the massive boot he got earlier. He pulls P up to his feet and then throws him to the corner where he proceeds to lift P up onto the top turnbuckle, Venom climbs up and sets P up for his Brainbuster, this time off the top rope! P realizes his peril and fights back, slamming his fist into Venoms gut repeatedly. Venom falls back but manages to roll out of the impact onto his feet, he looks cocky thinking he has got away with it until Masta P comes flying off the top with an absolutely amazing clothesline! Venom is absolutely smashed into the mat by the impact as Masta P lies next to him holding his neck! P then twitches over and covers Venom
Stanyer: 1 . 2 3!
Poppa: NO! NO! Venom kicked out!
Stanyer: He did?
Poppa: Damn right, what a performer!
Stanyer: That's crazy. How the hell are these two men taking this and kicking out.
Poppa: This had been quite a short match, its just been filled with carnage, you could almost say its one big giant Paptizing session!
Stanyer: Yes
P has to crawl over to the ropes and pull himself up, his neck appears to be bothering him quite a lot. Masta P starts to beckon Venom up, but Venom takes his time. P is posing for the crowd, he turns round and Venom is just about on his feet. P charges in and takes Venom straight down with the H 2 Woah (Spear)! He jumps up to his feet to a massive cheer from the crowd, he pulls Venom up. Venom is visibly in pain as Masta P throws him to the ropes, on the way back P goes for the Dilhole Driver (Tilt-A-Whirl Slam) but somehow Venom lands on his feet! The PWF fans go up in a massive roar as Venom kicks P in the gut, he hoists Masta P up and nails him brutally with the Venom Drop (Hangmans DDT)! P is folded up badly, and looks hurt. Venom pushes the folded up Masta P out into a sort of flat form, where he pulls the leg up for a cover, he nods as the referee counts
Poppa: 1 2
Stanyer: What the hell?
Venom has been pulled out of the ring and off Masta P by his leg, the referee checks on Masta P who looks in a bad way. Venom gets up from being pulled out of the ring and comes face to face with Shockwave! The PWF fans go crazy as Shockwave puts Venom down with a brutal cast shot to the face! Venom is down, Shockwave grabs him and lands ten hard cast shots to the face. Venom is bleeding everywhere as Shockwave holds his bloodied cast high for all to see, he lays one last shot to Venoms face before throwing the bloody mess of Venom back into the ring. Venom lays there as Masta P twitches over and lays an arm on top of him, Shockwave backs off and listens to the count .
Stanyer: 1 2 3!
Poppa: Now its over.
Stanyer: What a match, The European Title didn't just get fought for, it got battled for.
Poppa: Shut up Stanyer.
Stanyer: Sorry.
As Venom is laid out in the ring Shockwave walks over and grabs a mic. Shockwave then slides into the ring and stands over a fallen Venom.
Stanyer: Looks like Shockwave has something he needs to say.
Poppa: It's not one of his poems, is it? I can never understand a word of what he is saying in those things.
Stanyer: You never know .
Shockwave: Well Venom, I said I was going to get my revenge. How's your head there buddy? I am truly sorry about costing you this match. No really, I really am.
Shockwave bends down and starts slapping defenceless Venom in the face. Shockwave then shoves the cast into the face of Venom and starts grinding it into his face. He then starts screaming at Venom.
Shockwave: Look Venom, look what you have done to me. You thought this was a big joke didn't you. Well the jokes over now Venom, ain't it? I am sick of you and your little games. Running in costing me matches and now hitting me in the arm with a lead pipe. This is just pure ignorance. When are you going to learn some respect Venom.
Shockwave walks over to the ropes and starts talking to the fans.
Shockwave: How many of you would like to see me and Venom hook it up one-on-one at the PPV called Downfall?
The fans cheer loudly.
Shockwave: How oddly named is the PPV? Downfall, Downfall, What kind of a name is that? Or wait they must of named it because at this PPV it well be the Downfall of Venom. Once and for all I will end this fued. So there it is Venom at the PPV you and me one-on-one to finally end this fued between us.
Shockwave walks back over to a motionless Venom and stands over him.
Shockwave: So how about it Venom? What do you say me and you Street Fight. And then we will see who comes out on top. I might not be at 100% and going against the doctors orders but I will succeed in beating you.
Shockwave then starts hitting Venom in the head with the mic. He then sticks the mic in the face of Venom only to hear him breathing. Shockwave then hits him one final time as the gets up and walks over to the ropes. Shockwave suddenly stops and comes back and spits on Venom. He then exists the ring and slowly walks back up the ramp taunting the fans and Venom.
The camera shows The PARAGON Rex Idol standing backstage. He is turned to his left, it is unclear exactly what he is doing. Just then, "The Water Boy" barges into the scene approaching Rex from his right side.
Water Boy: "Rex Idol, you make me sick! You think you're sooo great, right? You think you can do whatever you like, treat people however you like, and we're supposed to just take it, 'cause you're Mr. Wonderful, is that it? Well, let me tell you something - what you did to my man P's tricked out pimpin' wagon isn't something we're going to just take! Do you hear me?"
Rex Idol: "Yeah, sounds good."
Water Boy: "Oh, it does? You think being a smart ass is funny?"
Rex Idol: "Uh, huh."
Water Boy: "Keep it up, wise guy! We'll see who's laughing when Masta P get's a hold of your punk-ass!"
Rex Idol: "Ok, then, later."
Water Boy: "Later? You think you can just blow me off?!?"
Rex turns toward The Water Boy, hanging up his cell phone, which we now see he has been talking on this entire time.
Rex Idol: "Hey, there, kid. You're the little mascot with the drinks, right? Got any Mr. Pibb?"
Water Boy: "...why you son of a-"
Rex Idol: "Listen, kid, either you have Pibb or you don't. Hurry it up and maybe I'll thrown you an autograph why'll I'm at it."
Water Boy: "Of course I don't have any Pibb! I'm The WATER Boy, you idiot!!!"
Rex stops smiling and removes his ever-present sunglasses.
Rex Idol: "Now I realize you're slow and all, what with your mama keeping you in the swamp all those years, but watch the mouth when you talk to The PARAGON. I don't like having to slap retards around, I'll do it, but I don't particularly enjoy it."
Water Boy: "Yeah? Well if I get mad enough... I just might... I might..."
Rex Idol: "You might what? Get your ass whipped? Yeah, you just might do that!"
Water Boy: "That's it!!! I've had all I can stand, and I can't stand no more!"
Rex Idol: "Oh, jeez, are you gonna bust out some spinach now? I thought your hero was Captain Insano."
Water Boy: "Me and you, Idol! Tonight, right in the center of the ring!"
Rex starts laughing out loud at this suggestion.
Water Boy: "I'm going to talk to the boss! I'll see you in the ring!"
The Water Boy storms off. The picture fades out, as Rex continues laughing hysterically.
Poppa: He didn't just say that, TELL ME he didn't just say that.
Stanyer: I'm afraid so, Water Boy, Water Guy, whatever you want to call him, has just challenged Rex Idol to a match tonight.
Poppa collapses on the announcers table and bangs his head a few times.
Stanyer: Yeah, I know.
We cut backstage to what appears to be the parking lot. We see the Gods of War, Alexander & Kull getting out of their car. They open up their boot and pull out their title belts and slap them over their shoulders, and then they pull out their bags. They lock the boot, Kull makes sure the car is locked up and then they walk away, Alexander points his keys at his car and activates the alarm. The two then head towards the entry to the arena, when out of nowhere, two men in balaclavas blindside them and beat them down with baseball bats. They quickly handcuff them and then one opens a nearby car boot and they lift Kull up, put some gaffa tape over his mouth and then throw him into the boot. They repeat the process with Alexander, then the taller of two men in masks gets in the drivers side of the car, the smaller in the passengers side. The car then pulls out and screeches out of the parking lot.
Poppa: Who were those two? Why did they kidnap the Gods of War?
Stanyer: I have a suspicion as to who it might be, my suspect list is down to just two people already.
Poppa: Oh come on, you know Down Under Xpress would never waste valuable airtime on something like that.
Stanyer: Let's just say that we're not considering anyone else as probable suspects.
Poppa: Anyway, don't you have a match to call or something.
Stanyer: Yes, I do, Sandstorm is scheduled to take on The Perfect Outlaw.
Credit: Solo
The lights dim as The Perfect Outlaw makes his way down to the ring to "Perfect" by Simple Plan. He makes no motion towards the crowd or anyone in fact. He just gets in the ring.
James: Introducing from Manhattan, New York, THE PERFECT OUTLAW!!!
Suddenly, we cut to ringside and we see Kilgore leaping over the barricade. He slides into the ring and clubs Outlaw from behind. He then takes him down and starts ripping at his mask. Ringside security floods the ring and they all pull Kilgore away from TPO. In the midst of the brawl, Kilgore knocks out two security guards, but one of them manages to snap handcuffs on Kilgore, and this allows them to drag him out of the ring.
Stanyer: Kilgore is obsessed with removing The Perfect Outlaw's mask.
Poppa: And the weirdest part of all, there doesn't seem to be a reason as to why he wants to reveal the identity of Outlaw, he just wants to remove the mask. You probably need a psychologist to identify precisely what the mask represents, but it's definitely the act of removing it that matters to Kilgore.
Stanyer: Hey, where did Sandstorm appear from?
Report: TPO looking toward the entrance, watching Kilgore being dragged through the curtain, when he is caught from behind by an elbow to the back of the head from Sandstorm, who appears to have come through the crowd, just like Kilgore did. While still down, Sandstorm plants his legs across TPO head with a Leg Drop. He follows up with a Sleeper Hold forcing TPO to desperately reach for the rope. Before TPO could reach the ropes, Sandstorm releases the move and gets to his feet. Drilling TPO in the back with a Knee Drop, Sandstorm taunts the fans while on his knees. Sandstorm to his feet tries to pull TPO up, but is rolled up into a Small Package. The referee drops down and begins the count. 1 Sandstorm quickly kicking out of the Small Package, but is met with a stiff Forearm shot to the head from TPO. Sandstorm falls back onto his ass dazed by the Forearm shot. TPO runs kicking Sandstorm in the face sending both men to the matt hard.
Stanyer: My god what a move. He damn near took Sandstorms head off.
Poppa: I remember worst. Have you ever been kicked by Sabre?
Stanyer: No not that I would recall.
Poppa: Good he kicks like a 3 year old having a temper tantrum. How embarrassed I was.
Both men slowly get two their feet. Sandstorm is first to his feet, but is hit in the gut by a quick Boot. TPO follows up with a Piledriver, sending Sandstorm's head thumping to the mat. TPO quickly covers, but Sandstorm tosses him off. TPO jumps back up into action mounting onto of Sandstorm wailing away at his head with Punches. TPO stands up to cheers, but is greeted with a low blow from behind courtesy of Sandstorm. TPO buckles over as Sandstorms get to his feet.
Stanyer: Sandstorm is a desperate man. Why in the world he needed to do that?
Poppa: Well some times men got to do what men got to do.
Stanyer: Still no reason to hit someone below the belt.
Sandstorm picks TPO up off the mat whipping him into a corner. Sandstorm charges at TPO hitting him with a hard Running Clothesline rocking TPO's head back. He continues to hit Multiple Clotheslines one after another until TPO slumps to the mat. Sandstorm follows up with stomps to the midsection of TPO sending him all the way to the mat. Taunting the fans, Sandstorm takes a breather then goes to pick TPO up off the mat, but is tossed into the corner. TPO lifts Sandstorm up to the top turnbuckle then hits him in the gut several times. TPO climbs up to the top standing in front of a dazed Sandstorm then taunts to the fans. TPO attempts to Superplex Sandstorm, but he is blocked. TPO tries again this time Sandstorm nails several Forearm shots to the rib sending TPO to the mat as Sandstorm launches himself nailing a Swanton Bomb onto TPO. Both men lay on the mat holding their bodies.
Stanyer: Oh my god. What in the hell Sandstorm thinking?
Poppa: What you all worked up for. Isn't like he hasn't done that before.
Stanyer: Yeah well every time he does both men end up getting hurt.
Poppa: Stanyer what the hell you think this is, Gymnastics? Its wrestling people are going to get hurt once in awhile.
Sandstorm crawls over to the rope pulling his-self up as TPO rolls over holding his ribs. Sandstorm now to his feet walks over to a laid out TPO, pulling him to his feet taunting TPO holding his head. Sandstorm nails TPO in the side of the head with a Maui Thai Roundhouse Kick. Sandstorm goes for the cover. 1 2 TPO kicks out, as the referee is half way down. Sandstorm shocked begins to argue with the ref as he pulls TPO to his feet. Sandstorm places TPO head between his legs and signal for the end. As he picks TPO up into the Powerbomb position TPO begins to nail Sandstorm in the head. TPO spins around driving Sandstorms head into the mat, following up with a Crossface. Sandstorm begins to scream trying to pry loose TPO's hands. The referee in place asking Sandstorm if he wants to give up.
Poppa: After all that happen tonight to TPO he finally pulls together a wrestling move.
Stanyer: I don't think Sandstorm can take much more of this.
Poppa: I wouldn't bet on that take a look what happening in the ring.
Sandstorm gathers himself as he begins to push himself to his feet. Now standing with TPO on his shoulder Sandstorm charges into a corner driving TPO hard into the turnbuckles. TPO refuses to release the hold, causing Sandstorm to fall back to the mat. Sandstorm tries again to pry loose TPO's hands, but with no luck in succeeding. Sandstorm then tries another tactic reaching for the ropes. After a long five grueling minutes Sandstorm finally forces the hold to be broke. The referee informs TPO to either break the hold or be disqualified. TPO breaks the hold not wanting to risk a disqualification. Sandstorm rolls onto his back holding his shoulder as TPO taunts. TPO picks Sandstorm up to his feet and drives his head between his legs. TPO motions to the crowd its time.
Poppa: If I was him, I'd be more concerned about ending this match than with the fans.
Stanyer: TPO is just showing his appreciation to the fans.
Poppa: Well I told you he should have finish it off right then.
Sandstorm reverses the move into a Back Body Drop then falls backwards into the ropes. TPO slowly gets to his feet, but is met with the Sahara Wind (Kitchen Sink) from Sandstorm. Sandstorm picks up TPO to his feet then places his head between his legs then he pulls him up to a Powerbomb position. The crowd is in aw as Sandstorm begins to spin one 360 spin right into the Nirvana (Spiral Bomb). Sandstorm covers TPO quickly as the referee administers the count. 1 2 TPO just barely kicks out before the three count. Sandstorm shakes his head and climbs the to the top turnbuckle he taunts and dives off into The Optical Illusion (Shooting Star Press). Sandstorm covers TPO again as the referee begins the count. 1 2 . 3
Stanyer: TPO put up a good fight, but Sandstorm was just too much for him at the end.
Poppa: Maybe TPO should just take the mask off and save himself the beating he continues to get each week by Kilgore.
We cut backstage to what appears to be the Down Under Xpress locker room. They are watching the footage of the Gods of War being kidnapped.
LJ: "Man, I hate English weather."
Brod: "We're not in England dumbass."
LJ: "Sure feels like it with all this snow about."
Brod: "No, snow is Canada, rain is the pommie's weather."
LJ: "Look at this, they are wasting valuable airtime showing the Gods of War, when they could do something useful with it. Like showing Australia thrashing everyone at cricket, or the highlights of us beating the pommies."
Brod: "You'd need an entire network to cover that."
LJ: "Or, they could get the highest rating in Television history, by putting us on camera."
Brod: "Well, it is a shame what happened to the Gods of War. Oh well, never mind, off to the ring we go."
LJ and Brod head for the door, on the way LJ picks up two balaclavas off a desk, which have been off camera until now.
LJ: "You think we get an exchange on these? I could use some new gloves."
Brod walks off shaking his head as DUX head towards the ring.
Davey K is stood in the locker room watching the footage of The Water Guy from earlier tonight.
Davey K: What the fuck? The Water Guy can't be in a match? The guy is as lame as a half dead goldfish with a marble for an eye.....hehehe, ooh I make myself laugh. Anyway, time to stop this evil unfolding any further......and I'm still talking to myself
As Davey goes to leave, in walks Masta P
Davey K: Dude, we gotta go stop some really freaked out crazy shit which is going on.
Masta P: Yeah, we really should go and get my car valeted after its back from the repair shop.
Davey K: No man, I'm not talking about your stupid car....
Masta P: Erm for a start my car isn't stupid and secondly...I cut you off before you finished your sentence, so erm continue.
Davey K: Ok, well what I was saying is that our water guy is in a freakin' match man!
Masta P: Fmmer
Davey K: Fmmer? That's all you gotta say? The guy will get more totalled than your car.
Masta P: You mean my tripped out pimp wagon?
Davey K: The day I refer to your car by that name is the day I burn my own tongue off. Dude, we have to go tell water guy that when we said he hits like a girl, walks like a retard with a load of ice in his pants...
Masta P: Well, he does carry excess ice in his pants
Davey K:....
At this point Davey looks down at his glass of water which includes ice and shudders
Davey K: My mouth, it will never be clean again, dude does this make me gay?
Masta P: There are many things that could make you gay...this isn't that time, just go give your mouth a pretty thorough clean and then, you should be ok
Davey K: Forever I will be scared.
Masta P: We got any pizza anywhere?
Davey K: We have to go stop this stupid match from happening
Masta P: Why?
Davey K: Do you realise what will happen if he gets hurt?
Masta P stares blankly
Davey K: Have you any idea how thirsty we will be?
Masta P Well we might be slightly parched.
Davey K: That water-loving freak has locked all the fridges and cupboards and everything and he always keeps the keys on him
Masta P: Well we could just take his keys
Davey K: Sadly, in a similar way to the ice........
Masta P: Really?
Davey K: Oh yeah, they stay in his pants
Masta P: Well we could...
Davey K: Dude......G......A.......Y
Masta P: G..........U...............Y
Davey K: No.......it would make us a pair of men............that..............spend a lot of time with other................chaps
Masta P: Dear god.
Davey K: Dammit P, how did you allow him to get into this mess
Masta P: Let me set the scene, I'm there eating some pizza, falling asleep trying to pretend he wasn't there, and he mumbled something about wanting to go and start a fight with Rex Idol.....so I just kinda said Fmmer
Davey K: You 'fmmered' him?
Masta P: Well, I wasn't over fussed at the time, his constant talking is pretty annoying so I just thought.....fmmer whatever.
Davey K: Well I'm going to be thirsty and so are you...you idiot!
Masta P Don't call me an idiot......poo head
Davey K: Well at least I don't smell like a damp dead dog
Masta P I don't
Davey K: Yes but you smell of wee, poo face
Masta P: Dick head
Davey K: Cock
Masta P: Toss Piece
Davey K: Bum Smell
Masta P: Ming Face
Davey K: ........this is ridiculous, we are getting nowhere, I'm going, get this sorted!
Davey looks around not sure what to do next after this "blazing" argument, so he shoves him on the arm
Masta P: ........
Davey once again looks around not sure what to do next and then makes a quick exit, leaving Masta P stood alone in the room.
Masta P: Fmmer
Camera cuts back to the arena
Poppa: Sounds like there's trouble in paradise.
Stanyer: A definite difference of opinion between Masta P & Davey K, could we be seeing the end of the Playaz Club?
The now familiar slow bass riff hums throughout the building as the lights go out getting an initial pop from the fans until 'Praise' by Sevendust hits and the wire outline of the letters 'DUX' lower over the ring and light up the ringside area to a mixed reaction. 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. LJ has Commander Squeaky on a lead and is making his entrance a little slower than Brod. A series of lights shine a green outline of the letters D,U and X down the ramp as they walk down the aisle, LJ gives up on the lizard and picks him up and takes him to the announce table.
Stanyer: Do we have to babysit this thing?
Poppa: Careful that thing bites!
They grab the house mic and wait for their music to cut.
Brod: You know it's a good day when the DUX see that it's fitting to appear on one of these shows. After all I'm only here to welcome you to the most popular segment in PWF history, The DUX show!
Crowd heat picks up
Brod: Now I'm certain that a few of you fans tuned into the show last week and saw a very sad ending. That's right, we all saw the God's of War make a miraculous recovery from the beating we gave them and give both LJ and I a 'title shot'.
Small cheer
Brod: No wait a second don't you dare start with me. The Gods of War are imbeciles and practically a bunch of yellow-bellied crybabies for doing what they did last week. They're taking it personal that the DUX are cinches for the Tag Team Titles and they saw fit to interfere in our warm up match against Brutal Farce! So the reason we came out here tonight is to serve notice to those nobodies in the back and yes I'm talking about Bazza and Lezza that on their best day couldn't match it with the team that owns the PWF tag division on its WORST day. We want to prove to them that we're good sports and all and beat them fairly and squarely just like we have in the past without all of the B.S. of outside interference. So I double dog dare Team Brutal Farce to come out here and do what's right and get a Tag Team lesson courtesy of the Down Under Xpress.
'Mama Said Knock You Out' by LL Cool J hits and the crowd rises to their feet for Team Brutal Force. They get to the ramp when Brod stops them
Brod: Whoa whoa whoa hold it right there boys. So you feel like taking an Aussie style ass whipping huh?
Leroy grabs a mic from somewhere.
Leroy: OK, Look. You want a match? Fine. But please, for the sake of everyone watching, stop talking. Barry, show them how this should have been done.
Barry: G'day. Brutal Force beat us fair dinkum, and now we want our asses kicked again, mate.
Leroy: See, not that hard. Or, at the very least, please give Little Joey a chance to talk as well.
Barry: Not that he is any better at it than you, but at least give him something to do. Holding a lizard on a string isn't exactly going to get him 'over'.
Leroy: Maybe, if he pulled the lizard out of his tights and stuffed it into his opponent's mouth.
Barry and Leroy freeze for a second. Then horrified looks cross their faces
Barry: Eeeeewwww!
Leroy: Sorry, bad mental imagery there.
LJ: SHUT UP! No one disses Commander Squeaky!!
Brod: Precisely, but before you come down here and get what's coming to you, I'd like to point out a few things. You see we got smart and went straight to the top brass in getting this rematch. We had the contract signed by Michael Rhoades himself and who cares if he thought he was signing on to a Victoria's Secret mailing list he signed this contract where it states:
LJ gets some glasses out and begins to read the contract
LJ: Brod and LJ, known as the Down Under Xpress have my permission to sign a match of their choosing at Havoc #51. Seeing that I'm an imbecile and am also dyslexic I failed to read this contract where its states that Team Brutal Force will be granted a rematch against the all round good guys the Down Under Xpress........
Crowd boos that notion and Brutal Force shrug their shoulders and make their way down the aisle and get on the ring apron. Brod smiles at them
Brod: You idiots he's not finished yet.
LJ: Furthermore the said match will have a special stipulation. The match will be a Four on Four Match. DUX's partners will be Anger Management!
Brutal Force stop dead in their tracks as 'Psycho' by System of a Down hits. Jagged and Inmate burst out from behind the curtain....
Brod: And Brutal Force's partners will be The Gods of War!!!!
They wait, and wait, and wait for someone to come through the curtain.
LJ: Guess they aren't coming, oh well, Handicap match it is ..
Stanyer: Well this isn't fair, now is it?
Poppa: Guess now we know why DUX kidnapped the Gods of War.
2 on 4 Handicap Match
Report: Leroy and Barry aren't sure what to do as Inmate & Jagged take their time walking down the ramp. They seem to make a decision and storm DUX. Leroy crashes into LJ with a Spinning Wheel Kick, while Barry begins laying into Brod with a series of vicious right hands. Inmate and Jagged slide into the ring, Inmate crushes Leroy with a clothesline, while Jagged lays into Barry with a volley of right hands. Jagged throws Barry into the corner and then begins to stomp him down, Brod gets up holding his head, grimaces in anger and then aids Jagged in stomping Barry down in the corner. Inmate is giving Leroy a beating in the corner when LJ shouts something to him. Inmate steps out of the way so LJ can score with a Jumping Body Splash. Leroy staggers out of the corner and Inmate tries to knock his head off with a clothesline. Brod and Jagged drag Barry up out of the corner and whip him into the ropes, then both men team up to deliver a devastating Flapjack. Inmate lifts Leroy up onto his shoulder and carries him around the ring as LJ climbs to the top rope. Inmate then Snake Eye's Leroy on the top rope, and LJ dives off to score with a perfect Leg Drop. Jagged pulls Barry up to his feet and delivers a hard boot to the gut. He then flips him up and Brod aids him as they deliver a devastating Double Powerbomb. Inmate mounts Leroy and pounds his face with right hands while LJ gets in his face and gives him some trash talk. LJ then gives Inmate some instructions, who gives the Aussie a glare before nodding. LJ watches as Inmate dumps poor Leroy on the top rope, facing the crowd. LJ then climbs up behind him and then hits "Down Under" (Reverse Frankensteiner). Jagged picks up Barry and hooks both arms before delivering the devastating Barzini Bomb (Tiger Driver). Brod gives Jagged an appreciative nod and then says "watch this". He pulls Barry up and takes him over to the corner. He leaps onto the 2nd turnbuckle and hooks the head, and then delivers the awesome Lowrider (Diamond Dust).
Stanyer: This is sick, this isn't a match, it's a mugging.
Poppa: Your too negative, you have to look on the positive side of things. At least Anger Management & DUX are having fun.
Stanyer: At Brutal Force's expense.
Poppa: Well, there is that. Oh well, can't have everything I suppose.
Stanyer: I'm surprised the referee hasn't thought about stopping this one.
Back in the ring. Inmate picks Leroy up and hooks him from behind and delivers the devastating Jailbreaker. The four aggressors are now pacing around the ring, deciding how to punish Brutal Force next. Jagged drags Barry up and then holds him from behind with both arms, so Inmate can lay into him with heavy right hands. Brod then lifts Leroy up and then hoists him up onto his shoulders, while LJ climbs to the top turnbuckle. LJ dives off with a Flying Cross Body, but as he dives, Leroy manages to get in enough right hands to Brod to force himself off his shoulders, and down to the canvas. LJ sails over Brod's head and crashes down hard into the canvas. Leroy then springs onto the 2nd rope and then dives off backwards taking Brod out with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Inmate was pounding away at Barry, but LJ crashing into the canvas distracted both him and Jagged. Inmate turns back to Barry and swings with a huge right hand, but Barry manages to escape and duck at the same time, and Inmate clocks Jagged, who is knocked straight down. Barry then spears Inmate down to the mat and unleashes a volley of left and right hands, which Inmate struggles to block.
Stanyer: Team Brutal Force are fighting back, can they pull this off, against all the odds?
Poppa: They say anything is possible in the PWF, although if Brutal Force could win a 2 on 4 matchup, it would be a miracle.
Stanyer: Don't say it, I already know what your going to say, you've managed to fit one of these jokes in every week so far.
Poppa: Well, it's true, God is on the other show. And I doubt even he could help Brutal Force.
All 6 men are slowly getting to their feet. Brutal Force seem to have their 2nd wind as Barry starts hitting both Jagged & Inmate with rights and lefts. Leroy takes LJ down with a flawless Snap Suplex, and then floors Brod with a Back Brain Kick. Barry whips Jagged into the ropes and then batters him with an awesome Spear. Inmate goes after Barry with some hard right hands, but Barry unleashes a volley of body shots and then an uppercut sends Inmate reeling into the ropes. Barry paces across the ring and grabs Inmate around the waist and tosses him across the ring with an amazing Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Leroy is on the top rope as both members of DUX are getting up side by side. Leroy dives off the top rope and takes both men out with a Twisting Body Attack. Jagged is getting to his feet, and Brutal Force single him out, whipping him to the ropes. But this gives DUX a moment to club both members of Brutal Force across the back, Jagged sends Leroy through a loop with an awesome clothesline. While Brod spins Barry around, boots him in the gut, and then drills him into the mat with a DDT. Inmate is on the outside, and is sliding a table into the ring. Brod shouts something out to him, Inmate smiles and pulls a 2nd Table out from under the ring and lifts it into the ring.
Stanyer: I don't like the look of this.
Poppa: Looks like Leroy & Barry are going to get wood.
Jagged is already setting up the table on one side of the ring, while Brod takes the table off Inmate and begins setting it up. Jagged drags Leroy up, while Brod lifts Barry up and dumps him on the table as LJ is climbing to the top rope. Jagged flips Leroy up and drives him through the table with the Jagged Edge (Razor's Edge). While LJ smashes Barry through the table with an awesome Shooting Star Press. The referee signals for a disqualification, and promptly gets knocked out by a right hand from Inmate. DUX climb the turnbuckles and celebrate, LJ jumps down and spins around at the same time, arms in the air, and is no position to defend himself as Jagged boots him in the gut and sets him up for the Jagged Edge. Brod hears the commotion and drops down and turns around straight into a Death Sentence (Stone Cold Stunner) from Inmate. Anger Management stare at the devastation with smiles on their faces, then leave the ring and head towards the back.
Poppa: Brutal Force won!!!!!
Stanyer: Yeah, they look like real winners.
Poppa: So they got their ass kicked, so what? They still won!!
Stanyer: Either way you want to look at it, Anger Management got their fix of violence for another week.
"I Stand Alone" by Godsmack begins playing throughout the arena as Gambino appears on the stage with his World Title draped over his shoulder. He's not in his ring attire, but rather a Havoc T-shirt and warm-up pants. He's still wearing bandages from the attack he suffered two weeks ago. Once he gets in the ring, he holds the title high above his head as the crowd cheers him on. He is then handed a microphone
Gambino: Last week on Havoc, Homicide said some things to me that really got me thinking. He said I was a pathetic has-been champion, who can't get it done in the ring anymore. He said that I used to stand for courage, and he wonders if through all the trials and tribulations my life has suffered over the past year, has that part of me even survived? So I asked myself the same question. Have I lost it? Do I still have what it takes to be the best damn World Champion that I can possibly be? Do I still consider myself the best damn World Champion, ever? I wasn't so sure of myself anymore.
The crowd boos a little, as don't like what they're hearing, and they fear what could be coming next
Gambino: Well, after a hell of a lot of thinking and soul searching, I came up with the answer to all those questions I had. Do I still have what it takes? Can I still get it done? Do I still consider myself the best damn PWF World Champion ever? You bet your ass I do!
The crowd goes wild. Gambino pauses for a moment as he waits for the crowd to quiet
Gambino: Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I've got something else that I need to address. Ever since last week, everyone's been talking about Homicide vs. Gambino taking place at Downfall. It's been all over the Internet. In the chat rooms. On the wrestling news sites. People backstage have been talking about it. It's going to be an epic match, they say.
The crowd cheers
Gambino: Well maybe those same people who are talking about this dream match should go back to one week ago when Homicide took it upon himself to place the stipulation on the match. I remember him laying out the stipulation. I recall that moment quite well. What I don't remember is ever hearing me accept that stipulation. That's because I never did. Everyone assumed that I accepted it, when in fact, I never even said a damn word. So as far as it stands right now, I don't owe Homicide a damn thing! Especially not a title match.
The crowd begin booing
Gambino: But, going back to what I first talked about. Having courage, getting it done, and being the best damn PWF Champion ever. I'm not the World Champion for nothing. I've never backed down from a challenge in my life, and as good as Homicide is, I see no damn reason to start now. So Homicide, you want a title shot at Downfall, you've got it.
The crowd goes wild
Gambino: You know, it's funny that you brought up Diablo's name last week on Havoc. He, just like you thought that I could be broken. He, just like you, thought that he could take me out of the game. Well, Homicide, come time for Downfall, you'll find out just like he did that I can't be broken. You'll find out, just like Diablo, that it'll be a cold day in hell before anyone other than myself takes me out of this game!
Gambino tosses the microphone to the ground and holds his title high above his head. The crowd begins cheering him, but it doesn't take long for their cheers to turn to boos. Homicide has came through the crowd and jumped barricade. He slides into the ring with a chair in hand. Gambino turns just in time to see him and Homicide swings the chair full force, smacking Gambino directly in the face with it. Gambino is out cold as Homicide picks up the World Title, then stands over the fallen champion with the title held high above his head
Gold letters appear over a black screen.
REX IDOL: BEHIND THE MACHISMO part 2
The words fade out and are replaced by a photograph of Rex Idol de-boarding an airplane. Across the bottom of the screen, two credits are given for the following voice-overs - Roman Chester & Jerry Glitter / Agents
Roman: "We first met Rex in Paris. We were doing management and PR for American acts working the international scene; Europe, Asia, and Australia mostly.
Jerry: "Yeah, we handles all the big names; Hasselhoff in Germany, Feldman in Japan, Dustin Diamond, you name it."
Picture changes to a picture of Rex holding a microphone on stage, in front of a full stadium somewhere in eastern Europe.
Roman: "I'll be honest with you, I never really got Rex's act, mostly cover songs, with a few really odd original ones, but the foreign market ate him up."
Jerry: "They absolutely loved him. I think the fact that the countries he was big in were non-English speaking may have had something to do with it. Except Australia, I don't get why they were so high on him. But his song "Let's Do Something Cheap and Superficial" was #1 there too. But then again, they think Yahoo Serious is funny, so "
Roman: "Good point."
The picture changes again, this time the camera was behind Rex as he is sitting in a director's style chair, on a movie set. The back of the chair says "Mr. Rex". Everyone else in the photo is Asian.
Roman: "I thought his movie career would be a complete failure. I was against it from the start."
Jerry: "We both were, but Rex knew. I never would have thought movies like the "Ultra Mega Idolsaurus Rex" trilogy would sell, but, again - they ate it up."
Roman: "The Japanese especially liked those Science Fiction flicks. Down under, they were more into his action/romance films, like "You Skanky Ho", "Sexy Bitch", and his "Octopussy" remake. In Europe they were all over his art-house stuff. "Jumper Cables and Jello" won a ton of independent film awards. Of course, they were all shot in Malaysia."
As the picture changes, we now see Rex in the wrestling ring. He is perched upon the middle turnbuckle and looks like he's ready to hit the "Idolbuster".
Jerry: "But through all this the guy is still wrestling."
Roman: "He's making cash hand-over-fist with his movies and music, but he's still going out and risking his neck in the ring. Crazy."
Jerry: "He was good though. Didn't he tear a guy's ear off in Germany? No? Anyway the guy could kick some ass."
Roman: "Yeah I know"
The next picture is different, in that Rex is not in it. Two men, revealed as the two narrators by small name titles on the bottom of the screen, are in a hospital. One is lying in a bed, apparently in traction, the other is standing at his bedside. Both are waving to the camera.
Jerry: "Rex was always talking about going home, to America, with every project. He always asked when his latest film or CD was coming out back home. We always told him we were working on it."
Roman: "Until the time when he wanted to work on the covers for his American release DVD's. We had to tell him they weren't getting an American release. And then we had to tell him why."
Jerry: "We told him Americans just weren't into his style. He wanted to know what that meant, so Roman told him he wasn't the strongest of actors and his singing left something to be desired. Rex didn't take this well."
Roman: "He kicked my ass! I think I still have the boot print to prove it!"
Jerry: "He's not lying. Kicked his ass, but good. It was brutal, Roman was crying like a little girl with a skinned knee."
Roman: "It was what? I wasn't crying I was just "
Jerry: "Yeah. Anyway, Rex paid for all the medical bills, but we never saw him again, in person, anyway. It wasn't long after that that he went back to the states and showed up on TV in the IWF."
The screen goes dark and we see the words: REX IDOL: BEHIND THE MACHISMO part 3 next week the conclusion. Then the picture fades out.
Poppa: (laughing) Whoever makes these Rex Idol video packages deserves an award.
Stanyer: He'll be after your old title of "funniest wrestler".
Poppa: Your pushing it now, nobody is as funny as me, ever.
Stanyer: You see, that's one of the funniest things you've ever said.
Poppa: Eh? That wasn't a joke?
Stanyer: Anyway, we've now a match that may end up being little more than a joke, as the aformentioned Rex Idol, is scheduled to take on the "legend" that is "The Water Boy".
Poppa: A man so renowned, nobody has ever bothered to ask what his real name is. They just ask him to bring them some water.
Stanyer: I just can't this match being anything other than a complete and systematic demolition of Water Boy.
No music plays, as a worried looking Water Boy makes his way down to the ring. He's wearing the exact same clothes he was wearing earlier, tracks and a Masta P T-Shirt. He slides into the ring, awaiting his fate.
The arena lights cut off, and, as the music begins, are replaced by a dozen searchlight style roving lights that scour the audience until they settle on the entry way stage. Strobe lights flicker throughout the rest of the darkened arena and the first piano chords sound, while the words "The PARAGON" roll across the jumbo-tron. Six beautiful women file out of the entry portal, lining up three on each side of the runway as the lyrics to Robbie Williams "Let Me Entertain You" begin; "Hell is gone and Heaven's here, there's nothing left for you to fear, shake your ass, come over here, now scream!" The women all strike seductive poses, and the music continues to build, "I'm a burning effigy of everything I used to be, you're my rock of empathy, my dear!" In time with the drums, pyros explode from both the stage and top of the big screen, while a golden leather-clad Rex Idol bounds forth from behind the stage curtains. The crowd goes wild as he goes through a series of brief muscle-flexing poses, before making his way to the ring with his entourage. Once at ringside he slides under the ropes, pauses for a few unorthodox, and slightly crude, pushups, then springs to his feet for a final pose, as the music fades out.
James: Introducing from Beverley Hills, California, weighing in at 266lbs, "THE PARAGON" REX IDOL!!!
Report: Water Guy charges Rex flailing rights and lefts trying to take Rex by surprise. Rex takes a few of the punches and then promptly knees Water Guy in the gut, leaving him staggering around holding his stomach. Rex paces around Water Guy and then drags him up and whips him into the ropes. Rex then hoists Water Guy up over his head into a Military Press. He carries the lightweight Water Guy around the ring before slamming him down onto the mat. He then takes a step towards the nearest edge of the ring and shows off his biceps to the adoring crowd. Rex drags up the already tired Water Guy and holds him in a headlock, to show off to the crowd. He then hooks Rex around the waist and drives him into the mat with a Belly to Back Suplex. Rex steps up onto both knees and shows off both of his biceps. He then covers Water Guy. 1 2 Rex throws himself off Water Guy, quite deliberately making it look as if Water Guy kicked out. The crowd are laughing it up. Rex pulls Water Guy up and then locks him in a Sleeper Hold.
Poppa: Excellent decision by Rex Idol, using the Sleeper to wear down his opponent, the mark of a great technical wrestler.
Stanyer: What drugs are you on? Rex is fighting a guy who is nothing more than a lackey for Davey K & Masta P. If Rex loses this match, then he might as well retire now.
Rex is making a big deal of the Sleeper Hold, swinging Water Guy about, making it look like he is trying to wriggle free. Rex then lets go himself and tosses Water Guy to the mat. He then backs into the corner and leans against the top pad, taking a break for a moment. Water Guy staggers slowly to his feet. The crowd, feeling sorry for him, are cheering him on. Even more so when Rex stops in front of him and offers him a free hit. Water Guy steadies himself, and then goes for the hardest clothesline he can muster, but Rex ducks it and watches as Water Guy runs into the referee and knocks him down. The ref catches one of the turnbuckle pads on the way down and stays down holding his head. Water Guy drags himself to his feet again, Rex is already on the 2nd turnbuckle awaiting him. Rex then hits the IdolBuster (Buff Blockbuster). Rex then goes for the cover, to pick up the expected win, but the referee is down. Masta P comes running down the aisle, armed with a Steel Chair and slides into the ring, behind Rex Idol, who is now trying to wake the referee up. Rex hears someone behind him and spins around into a vicious chair shot to the forehead. Masta P then grabs Water Guy and dumps him on top of Rex Idol, before getting out of the ring. Referee Duane Dibley is coming around now, and he sees the cover and crawls over to where he can see Rex's shoulders. He then makes the count. 1 ..2 .3!!!
Poppa: The Water Guy has beaten Rex Idol!! What an amazing victory!!!
Stanyer: Hold off on the big celebration, He had no chance whatsoever until Masta P came out here with a Steel Chair.
Poppa: In a year's time, if I look in the PWF record books to see who won this match, who's name will have the little "W" marked next to it?
Stanyer: The Water Guy.
Poppa: Exactly.
Stanyer: Looks like Masta P isn't finished with Rex Idol yet.
Masta P drags the unconscious Rex Idol to his feet and knees him hard in the gut and then puts his head between his legs. He then flips him up and drives him hard into the canvas with the awesome Masta Bomb. He then helps Water Guy up, and raises his hand in victory as they both stand over Rex Idol.
Poppa: Today, I would definitely NOT have wanted to be Rex Idol.
Before "Fear" by Disturbed begins, everywhere goes dark, and then purple and blue lights flicker and then go all around, then focus on the entrance where Davey K is about to enter. The minute it focuses on the entrance, the music begins.
The Video is of Superstar Davey K, dancing with many attractive women on a beach and then in his variety of cars e.g. BMW etc. The camera zooms in towards the numberplate, which reads "SUPERSTAR 1". Davey K can be seen driving the car with his customary expensive jewellery and designer silk shirts. The camera then focuses on Davey K standing next to his car as many bikini wearing women wash it, and Davey stands looking on with an American Football Shirt, with his name on the back that reads "Davey K - no.69". The Video goes on to show Davey in various expensive clubs.
Superstar Davey K walks down the aisle very confidentially with a smug look on his face. He will come down dressed and have his wrestling gear underneath. His dress is either American Football Jerseys, baggy trousers and trainers if he is to wrestle. If he is out to cut a promo then he will be dressed smartly, wearing an open silk shirt, revealing jewellery. Davey K will stop every so often to look at a member of the crowd and show them the rings on his finger. All the time he will be nodding his head to the music on the speakers. When he gets to the ring he will walk up the steps, and enter the ring by going through the middle ropes. He immediately goes to the turnbuckle and stands with his arms stretched open, nodding to the music, pointing at his chest and mouthing "Who's the superstar Baby?", "Yeah, show me the money!".
James: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 266lbs, "SUPERSTAR" DAVEY K
Davey K stands in the ring before his match with Kilgore with a mic in his hand
Davey K: Feels good to be stood in front of all these Davey K fans.
The crowd gives a cheer
Davey K: Well the last few weeks have been tough for Davey K and his fans. We saw Rumble in The Bronx come and go leaving me without a title and seeing the Superstar not do what he said he would do and that's win the Rumble. So I was then drafted onto Havoc, and on the first week, things got kicked off with the new look Havoc with Davey K in a title match against Gambino. Things looking good, the Superstar Slam had been delivered and it looked there could be a new champion, but no, something happened. Oh that's right I got an annoying bit of sand in my eye and it was all over, Davey K was not the new champion but some jackass that I've never really noticed, Sandstorm....
The Crowd Boo loudly
Davey K: Yep, that Sand living anal-retentive had issues with Davey K. And instead of meeting me face to face like a man, he had to do the sneaky thing and that was to ruin my match, ruin my chances at becoming the new champion and just get all up in my face. Mistake, big mistake.
Davey paces the ring, considering what to say next
Davey K: Then last week on Havoc, I finally got a shot at the Sandy assed freak. But that's not what I wanted, a tag match to me, means that I wont be properly getting my hands on him, I want a one on one match. You see I'm not really scared about this asshole, not bothered at all, now let me show you why, I took a trip this week, all the way back to school.....show the footage!
The following Video is shown on the main Titan Tron
"Davey K goes to College"
The scene begins in a class room in a typical College with Davey K sat at one of the desks
Davey K: Hello, and welcome to my first educational video, since "Debbie does it Properly". Here I am back in college and in a science lesson as I'm here trying to understand, how powerful is sand. Now let me assure all of you watching at home, Davey ain't quitting PWF to go into education this is all for wrestling purposes, and anyway, man are some teenagers butt ugly
Guy: Hey!
Davey K: Settle down dude, come on go look at your face, it's like someone really hated their pizza and you, and so to kill two birds with one stone, they threw that pizza at your face.
Guy: It's a blood problem
Davey K: I'm sure it is.....anyway, not all teenagers are butt ugly. Look at the back of the room there is this really hot chick, hey little lady
Girl: Hey there Davey
Davey K: What's happenin.....you meet me later.
Guy2: That's my girl man!
Davey K: Don't use phrases like "That's my girl". What are you Richie Cunningham. Anyway, I'm here to learn.
Davey leaves his seat and goes to the front of the room where there appears to be a series of small science experiments set up
Davey K: Now, this one says......gas...........and hmmm, I don't know what I'm doing.
Geek: Erm excuse me Mr K, but this is a very important Science lesson, could you please begin the class
Davey K: Settle down there Screetch. Damn so far this whole experience has been as fun as "Saved by the Bell - College Years". We need Zak Morris, and where the hell is A.C Slater?
Geek: What's Zak Morris?
Davey K: Oh shut up. Anyway in this situation we need Miss Hotty!
Davey goes to the door and lets in a gorgeous Brunette dressed as a Porno type teacher, the brunnete walks in and stands next to Davey
Davey K: Oh man, I so want to be involved in a whole lot of your lessons.
Geek: I question her qualifications
Davey K: Ah shut up you A-Sexual Amoeba boy. Ok, now here goes, what we are here to do is to decide how strong Sand is.
Geek: Why?
Davey K: Because I'm having grievances with a man who is partly made from sand.
The class all chuckle to themselves
Davey K: Its professional wrestling, sometimes its just best not to ask, so anyway miss hotty, take it away.
Miss Hotty: Ok, sand vs water, I take the sand and place it in some water....eurgh its gone all mushy
Now I sprinkle sand in this flame
Davey K: Oh that's good sprinkling, keep doing what your doing baby
Miss Hotty: Thanks Davey, so we sprinkle a little sand in the flame, and nothing again.
Now we get the sand and blow on it......and look it all just flys off
Geek: This is a terrible experiment.
Davey K: Did you not just see the blowing, the blowing!
Miss Hotty: Yeah I'm a good blower...hehehe
Davey K: Dear god.....
Miss Hotty: Now we get some whipped cream and spray it all over the sand, look the sand is all covered
Geek: This is stupid whipped cream vs sand?!?
Davey K: Hold on....
Miss Hotty: I've got so much whipped cream left, what can I do.....
Davey K: So while we think of things to do with the left over cream, all you folks at home, now know how lame sand is!
The camera zooms out of the room as the classroom door closes with the sound of cream being sprayed and Geek1 yelling: Viva Cream and all it covers!
End of Video
Davey is in the ring with a smile on his face
Davey K: Man, that was a good day. So anyway, we can also see that sand is nothing and I know that Sandstorm is nothing more than a pathetic little bitch. So earlier today I went into Michael Rhodes's office. And I've signed a match at "Downfall" its going to be a long awaited, one on one battle, leave the kids at home, don't let granny watch it, its Superstar Davey K against Sandstorm!
A massive cheer from the crowd
Davey K: Anyway I've entertained you all long enough, I'm sure the ratings are through the roof, but I think they might tail off a bit now.......come on Kilgore out you come.
Davey passes the mic back to someone at ringside
Credit: Sabre
Once the intro to "Blood Stained" starts the lights go completely out except for a single dim crimson light. When the electric guitar riff cuts the intro off the dim crimson light brightens a very small amount and it begins to expand until "Blood Stained" starts proper, at which point the entire arena is filled with a crimson light that flickers on and off constantly. This is the point where Kilgore makes his entrance and he walks straight down to the ring, looking around him as he does with contempt. Once he is down by the ring he steps up onto the apron and then he walks over to the turnbuckle before stepping up onto the second rope and holding his arms up and his head down as if he'd been crucified. He then steps over the top rope and into the ring, bringing about the end of his entrance.
James: Introducing from Chicago, Illnois, weighing 280lbs, KILGORE!!!!
Report: Davey K and Kilgore circle around each other, with Davey K exchanging words with his silent opponent before they both tie up in the centre of the ring and the bell rings to officially begin the match. Kilgore uses his strength advantage to push Davey K into the corner before charging in for a big right hand. Davey K however, takes advantage of his agility to slide out of the way and Kilgore ends up following through centimetres past K's head. Davey responds with a couple of fast rights to Kilgore's gut, moving away from the corner. He then attempts an Irish whip but Kilgore reverses and the Superstar goes careening into the ropes. Kilgore goes for a devastating clothesline, but Davey ducks underneath and carries on, Kilgore spins and charges at Davey and before the Superstar can react, a Big Boot from the dark monster floors him. Kilgore drags Davey K to his feet and then fires off a couple of hard right hands followed by a boot to the midsection that doubles K over. Kilgore then slides behind Davey and lifts him up for a Back Drop, but K breaks free and lands behind him. Davey K scores with two hard forearms to the face and then attempts a Back Drop himself, but Kilgore blocks it with a stiff elbow. Davey reels away, holding his jaw as the big man moves in, but Davey recovers and ducks under a haymaker, delivering a picture perfect Swinging Neckbreaker before hooking the leg back for a cover. Kilgore powers out just after the first count. Davey pulls Kilgore up and hits a couple of hard forearms which don't seem to phase Kilgore, who pushes Davey K backwards into a corner before beginning to deliver hard shoulder thrusts. DK then goes for a big shoulder block but Kilgore raises his knee up, sending K barrelling head first into his knee. Davey staggers once again across the ring holding his face as Kilgore advances like an unstoppable machine. He quickly whips K into the ropes before scooping him up and plants him with a hard Sidewalk Slam. Kilgore hooks the leg back but Davey throws the shoulder out after the two. Kilgore pulls Davey up to his feet by the hair, but Davey K quickly snaps out of his stupor, with hard right hands to Kilgore's face. The fans begin to build up as Davey sends the silent machine into a corner but Kilgore fights back, delivering a powerful club across Davey's back and killing the roar of the crowd. Kilgore pulls Davey up to his feet once more and takes control of the match, hooking him up for a Vertical Suplex. Davey attempts to block the first attempt by hooking a leg, but Kilgore's strength advantage allows him to deliver the Suplex as light bulbs flash. The big man stalls the suplex half way, leaving Davey hang in mid air for a good five seconds before sending him crashing down. Kilgore immediately kips up, delivering a hard elbow drop to Davey K. Kilgore then goes for a pin attempt, but the ref stops the count as Davey kicks out just after the two.
Stanyer: "Davey's trying to get up a good defence but Kilgore is really dominating here."
Poppa: "He's a scary dude, no doubt there."
Kilgore strides up to Davey, his face showing zero emotion and drives a savage knee straight to the midsection. He then follows up with more knees to the gut, calculating and precise. Kilgore then lets Davey drop to his knees holding his stomach and gasping for breath before lifting him back to his feet and throwing him full force into a turnbuckle. The Superstar hits the corner square in the chest, staggering back out of the turnbuckle and into the waiting Kilgore, who lifts him up into a huge Military Press. He then picks Davey up once again, hefting him onto his shoulder in what looks like a career ending piledriver, but then Davey slides down Kilgore's back and begins to deliver right hands to Kilgore once more. This time however, Davey takes Kilgore into the corner where he lets the screaming fans fuel him, as he begins giving the boots to Kilgore who struggles to get up. The big man suddenly lashes out at the Superstar, sending him sprawling before rising from the corner, silencing the fans with his fear-inspiring face. Davey K begins to rise but Kilgore targets him, taking him down with a huge clothesline, which almost takes K's head off. Kilgore picks Davey K up once more but the Superstar refuses to quit, throwing Kilgore's arms up and hitting some hard chops across Kilgore's chest, which begins to come up in red welts. The crowd refuses to give in as well, chanting for the obvious fan favourite as he backs Kilgore against the ropes. He then successfully whips Kilgore into the opposite side of the ring, raising him up on the rebound and hitting a devastating spinebuster to huge cheers. Kilgore crashes onto the mat holding his head as Davey walks around to the side, applying some sample boots to the midsection. Miraculously, as Davey K goes for a pinfall, Kilgore rises straight up as if nothing had happened and starts walking towards the Superstar. Davey looks at Kilgore, grimacing, before kicking him straight in the nuts.
Poppa: "Hehehehehe."
Stanyer: "How could the ref NOT see that?"
Poppa: "I dunno, but it just goes to show, there's more than one way to skin a rabbit."
Kilgore drops onto the mat with a large thump as Davey begins to walk to the turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second tier before leaping off with a double axe handle which hits Kilgore square in the back and keeps the big guy down. K rolls over the fallen Kilgore and attempts a cover, but Kilgore gets the hand up after two. As Davey begins to rise, Kilgore once again pounces with almost super-human speed, wrapping a huge bicep under K's head and applying the Crucible (dragon sleeper), which takes the fan favourite by complete surprise. Davey struggles, kicking out with his feet and desperately tries to lean towards the ropes to break the hold, but Kilgore's extra mass means that he'll be staying put in the middle of the ring. He starts firing left hands into Kilgore's shoulder but he merely blows them off, flexing his arms and cutting K's air into his lungs. Kilgore's face, a complete look of peace over a dark canvas, stares out into space as he slowly puts Davey down for the count. K's struggling begins to slow down in intensity, but the crowd begins a strong rallying chant, which slowly brings life back into K, and slowly but surely he rises onto his feet, applying some hard elbows into Kilgore's gut. Finally, Kilgore releases the hold and Davey spins around, barely dodging a haymaker and hitting the "Playaz Push" which sends both men down to the roar of the crowd. The ref begins the count as both men lie on the mat breathing heavily. Davey K is first up, and looks to end the match as he begins to mount a turnbuckle as Kilgore gets to his feet. The fans cheer as Davey K launches off, hitting a fantastic moonsault across Kilgore, who takes the brunt of the assault but is thrown off his feet. K rolls across the canvas, and slowly crawls over to Kilgore's body... the fans begins chanting the count as the ref drops his hand, but somehow Kilgore has strength left to shoot a hand up moments before the ref counts the three. Fans everywhere start moaning in despair as Davey stares unbelievably at Kilgore, who now begins to somehow rise up from the canvas.
Poppa: "Kilgore is unstoppable! Davey throws everything at him and he just takes it!"
Stanyer: "Both men are running out of gas, it's only a matter of time before one man breaks. The question is, who?"
Poppa: "I thought it would be Kilgore, but now I'm not so sure!"
Davey takes a few steps back, aiming for the "Davey KO" but as Davey shoots the foot up, Kilgore somehow catches it, twisting K's ankle and dropping him on the mat in a single leg crab. Suddenly, Kilgore's face lights up in frenzy, screaming for Davey K to tap. The ref asks Davey K if he gives, but a stern look crosses the Superstars face and he begins to crawl towards the ropes. His fingertips literally touch the bottom rope until Kilgore drags K back into the middle of the ring. K begins wrapping his arms over his head, desperate not to scream out in agony until, in a last ditch effort, he manages curl his body over and shoot his legs out, sending Kilgore sprawling backwards and hitting the ref on the way. Davey slowly rises, watching his injured foot and eyeballing Kilgore. Both men suddenly stare a hole in each other, breathing heavily, as the electricity in the arena fills capacity. Fans begin cheering loudly for Davey K, who begins trash-talking Kilgore, while similar crowd members boo hoarsely at Kilgore, the monster who once again shows no emotion across his broad face. All of a sudden, they once again trade punches, huge right hands smashing into each other until Davey K begins blocking the punches and hitting huge haymakers into Kilgore's jaw, sending him into the ropes. Davey K then whips Kilgore, before racing in the other direction. Both men meet in the middle of the ring with Kilgore hitting a Big Boot attempt, but Davey K, adrenaline flowing, ducks the move, springing back with a massive diving elbow that takes Kilgore down. The arena is red hot as Davey K takes full control, shouting at Kilgore to get as he gets ready to pounce. Kilgore slowly rises... and Davey K smashes him into the next hemisphere with a second "Davey KO", however instead of going for the pin attempt, Davey K clutches his knee...
Stanyer: "I think that's the same leg that took Davey K out of action months ago. It looks like that submission hold may have damaged it further."
Kilgore lies flat on his back as Davey slowly tries to rise, using the ropes as an aid. Kilgore, though some feat of hidden power, rises straight up, scaring the boots out of everyone in the arena. Kilgore immediately focuses on Davey K, picking him up with both hands and flinging him across the ring like a rag doll. Kilgore continues the advance, picking Davey up by the hair and performing a massive Corkscrew Powerslam. Kilgore then throws Davey into the corner before slumping his limp body on top of the turnbuckle before rising himself. Kilgore then sets up his signature inverted fallaway slam, however at the final moment, Davey reverses the move with a swift shot to the gut, performing a modified "Superstar Slam" from his perched spot on the top rope. Immediately the arena explodes as Davey drapes the arm over Kilgore... but the ref is nowhere to be seen. Davey can't believe his bad luck as the fans chant the three count before booing. Cameras cut to outside the ring and we see the ref holding his head from the huge bump he took earlier. Suddenly, there's a sudden horde of boos as none other than Sandstorm charges down the rampway, chair in hand. Davey K only has a moments notice to turn around as Rage of the Sahara smashes the metal object straight over the Superstars head while receiving massive heat from the fans at the same time. Sandstorm them slumps Kilgore on top of the Superstar before dropping out of the ring... but not before throwing the ref back in. He smiles broadly as he begins to walk up the ramp, watching the ref slowly come to and make the count...
1.... 2.... 3. Your Winner via pinfall... Kilgore!!!
"Blood Stained" Fires up once again as Kilgore begins to slowly get to his feet, groggily raising an arm as the crowd boos heavily...
Poppa: "I dunno about you, but I think these people wanted Davey K to win."
Stanyer: "Good guess. Sandstorm shouldn't have come in to steal Davey's thunder, it's all he seems to do these days."
Poppa: "I smell a hot seated rivalry!"
Stanyer: "Well here's something else to add to the spicy brew your cookin!"
As Sandstorm walks up the ramp facing the ring, The Perfect Outlaw dashes out, hammering him with a flying elbow. He then picks up Sandy's fallen chair to the cheers of the crowd as he continues past and slides into the ring, where he lets out his aggression on the back of Kilgore's head. The crowd pop once again as The Perfect Outlaw stands over Kilgore, talking smack while waving the chair in his hand.
Poppa: "Nice guys might finish last but love will always find a way here on Havoc!"
Stanyer: "Huh?"
Poppa: "Nothing. We're out of time folks, stay tuned next week!"
Stanyer: "That's my line! And we've still got a good twenty seconds!"
Poppa: "Outta time! Outta time!"
The cameras cut to Davey K and The Perfect Outlaw who stare down their prey while Kilgore and Sandstorm make a slow retreat up the ramp, both holding their heads in pain. Sandstorms eyes are locked onto Davey's and each man wears a mask of pure hatred as the screen fades to black....
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