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Conseco Fieldhouse
Indiana, Indianapolis
Saturday March 8th 2003
Attendance: 22,356
Stanyer: Hello everyone Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis, Indiana. This is the last Havoc prior to the Downfall PPV, so we're expecting that tonight will see more matches signed, and a few people trying to gain an advantage as we go into the PPV.
Poppa: A PPV, which has a new date, I might add.
Stanyer: Indeed, with the PPV originally being on the 16th of March, it was forcibly delayed until the 23rd of March, we've not been told exactly why, but once the PPV was moved back to the 23rd of March, the PWF Owner decided to move it back one day more, until the 24th of March.
Poppa: Which coincidentally happens to be the day of the new PWF's 2nd anniversary.
Stanyer: You hit the nail on the head, it won't just be a PPV, it'll be an anniversary show as well.
Poppa: I can't wait.
Stanyer: And neither can I, but it's time to kick off tonight's show.
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: "Opening shots fired, battle lines drawn.. Soon words will be actions, and only one will stand strong.. Dreams await His Massacreness, and when all is said and done: Gambino's future will be... NONE!" 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 with cocky-confidence on his way to the ring, even climbing up the turnbuckle to 'raise the roof', drawing in instant heat from the crowd as they boo deafeningly.
Poppa: "Here is His Massacreness, fresh off a controversial showing again last week.."
Stanyer: "Controversial? Whatever, big man.. My feelings toward Homicide have swung so far in the past month that my words to describe him would not be suitable for live television."
Poppa: "Perhaps, but I doubt you would say them to his face either, so you mine as well chill with the remarks about our future World Champion."
After waiting for their jeering to silence, His Massacreness brings up the mic to his lips and speaks his mind;
Homicide: "That World Championship belt looked great on me last week, didn't it?"
The crowd erupts in boos.
Homicide: "The funny thing about all of you is that you can boo all you want, and you fall on deaf ears. You think you make a difference, but I tried the 'good guy' way once, and when push came to shove, you did NOTHING! When I was screwed over for the title so many times, where were YOU? Exactly! You pussed out while I still pursued my dreams, the difference is I took a turn that would actually lead me somewhere other than to a 'dead end', to deceival.. I decided that I would go about things under MY approval, not yours, and in a matter of 2 weeks I got my wishes.. I got it done ALONE, and even though you booed it, you'll love me even more after Downfall when I raise the title up high like last week, only it will be officially MINE! Why? Because it's the person inside that allows you to overcome, and there is NOTHING you can do to stop ME!"
Boos get louder but they are to no avail, they make no difference.
Stanyer: "..."
Poppa: "Exactly, Stanyer.. He just told you and everyone here off! ..BURN!! Haha!"
Homicide: "Now what?! Exactly what I mean, NOTHING can stop me from living out my dreams.. Nothing can stop me from that day when all must bow down, respect, and RECOGNIZE! Whether they like it or not, that day will come when I stand above all, atop the World.. That day will be soon.. That day will be DOWNFALL!!"
Poppa: "What a match that will be!"
Homicide: "Downfall will be the culmination of over two years of blood, sweat, and sacrifice here in the PWF.. It will be the second chance that I deserve, and this time nobody can stop me.. I've endured it all over my career, and I've tamed it! Everyone below me on the ladder has had their shot, and failed miserably.. They may hold wins, but they didn't win the war.. I always come though in the clutch, when I'm beaten down; I fight back, I conquer all odds, hell, I've done that forever.. I wouldn't have made it even to the PWF without conquering all odds, the streets I grew up in.. I fought back gunshots, and now people here try to intimidate me with how they're tough because they once did the same? Join the club! The difference though is you had a chance in life before you went through all of it, it was a choice.. I lived in an alley half of my life and gunshots were my alarm clock! It was a way of survival until I finally found wrestling, where I could fight night in and out and finally get a chance to prove myself with my fists and toughness. Anyone can roll up on you in a Lincoln or Caddy like the mafia, like Gambino, and then drive back to protection in their mansion.. I didn't have that protection, I had my fists, and I used them! I did it well, and I set myself a goal - a dream - and once more I will overcome and live it up!"
The crowd is still silenced, then a few boos escape.
Stanyer: "It doesn't matter what you've been though, it matters what you can do now, and Gambino will clean house."
Poppa: "Just as well as he did in the tag match?"
Stanyer: "He cheated!"
Poppa: "He won, that's all that matters.. A win is a win!"
Homicide: "So, Godfather.. *errm*.. Gambino, what are ya' gonna do now to intidate me? You're gonna put a horsehead in my bed? Are you gonna threaten to have me whacked? What do you have that I haven't encountered a dozen times and beaten? That is a question that you probably cannot answer, since there isn't anything you can do to stop me just like when I beat you before. As I have promised many times, all who oppose His Massacreness will be Massacred.. I have kept those promises, I have given you a taste, and I will give you lethal dose of it come Downfall!! ..And just to make things interesting, let's throw in another factor, one that's familiar to the both of us.. We have lived the hard life, encountered much, but never each other in our own realms.. You like to street fight, I lived out the street fights my whole life.. So let's take the best of that world and make the PWF World Heavyweight Championship match NO HOLDS BARRED!! You don't back down from challenges, so that's my challenge to you.. You can take on some high flyer with a couple kicks like MVD and make yourself look good with him flopping around, but what will you do when I know this situation as good, if not better, than you? I have called you a 'has-been' for much of the past month because you have escaped your beginning, yourself, for a political world where everyone has to be happy and sides can be taken here and there to get the job done.. Here's your chance to prove you still have what it takes - what's gotten you this far.. Do you? People say the measure of a man is that he keeps his word.. I keep my promises, do you? Do you still 'give no mercy and take no shit'? Do you still take on all challenges? Are you ready for the biggest challenge of your career? If you think you can handle this, PROVE IT!!"
Homicide drops his mic and walks to the ropes, awaiting an answer from Gambino impatiently.
TNT by AC/DC blares from the sound system as Michael Rhoades appears on the stage. Homicide doesn't look too pleased that instead of Gambino, he get's the owner of Havoc, Michael Rhoades. Rhoades isn't alone though. He is followed by several security guards, about 10 of them. They all make their way to the ring and get in as Rhoades prepares to speak with Homicide. Homicide makes a gesture towards the guards, as if to ask what they're doing there
Rhoades: Homicide, it's good that you decided to come out here right now. I was planning to send a message to both you and Gambino tonight anyway, but what better way to do it than face to face. Due to the recent actions of both yourself and Gambino, I'm gonna ask that you two keep your distance tonight. No physical contact, no speaking to each other, no interaction at all. Stay completely away from each other. One of the most anticipated title matches in the history of the PWF is coming up next week, and I can't afford for you guys to jeopardize it. I trust that the both of you will abide by the rules and do what I've asked.
Homicide doesn't seem to approve of the suggestion from Mr. Rhoades, but nods anyways
Rhoades: Oh, and in case you were wondering what the security guards are for. You can call them my insurance policy. If you or Gambino either one decide to take it upon yourselves to disobey me, then these guards have been ordered to remove you from the arena using any means of force necessary.
Rhoades turns to walk away, then turns back around to face Homicide again
Rhoades: Oh, and by the way....
Just then, Rhoades is interrupted by a familiar tune. I Stand Alone by Godsmack plays throughout the arena as the arena lights dim and a red glow emerges from the stage. Gambino then appears through the curtain as the crowd cheers him on. He doesn't bother stopping at all, but rather makes a straight line to the ring. He climbs in, completely ignoring Rhoades and the guards and walks straight to Homicide. He and Homicide stand face-to-face, eye-to-eye, with their noses touching. The crowd is absolutely going nuts, anticipating these two battling it out right here on Havoc. Rhoades takes a step back to remove himself from the line of fire, and the guards prepare to dilute the volatile situation. Just then, Gambino takes a step back and turns his back to Homicide as he asks for a microphone
Gambino: You guys just keep back, I've got something to say to Homicide here. I see Rhoades over there about to shit himself at the thought of me kicking Homicides ass and jeopardizing his main event.
Gambino focuses his attention back to Homicide
Gambino: Now Homicide, I knew you were a crazy son of a bitch. But I'd have never taken you for a complete idiot. You're challenging me to make the World Title match at Downfall no disqualification? You really have forgotten who you're dealing with haven't you? Well, maybe I should remind you of something. When you step into a no disqualification match with me, there's more than a title on the line. There's more at stake than just a simple win or loss. When you make that kind of stipulation to a match against me, you're putting your career on the line as well. Does this title mean that much to you? Are you willing to put your career on the line just for a chance to wear this belt? Wait, wait, wait...before you answer, let me take you back to about a month ago at Rumble in the Bronx.
Gambino points to the TRON as the lights dim and a video begins to play. The Rumble in the Bronx logo appears on the screen, then the words NEW YORK STREET FIGHT follow. "Won't Back Down" by Fuel plays as a collection of footage from the NY Street Fight are shown.
Gambino grabs MVD and slams him into the top turnbuckle pad, and then spins him around. Gambino hits a couple of quick right hands and then a few kicks to the gut. He then hooks MVD by the head and then drags it across the top chainrope.
He punches the lid of the box open and pulls out his weapon, a Barbwire wrapped Baseball Bat. He smiles as he imagines the carnage he can cause with such a weapon. MVD holds the weapon in one hand as he helps Gambino up to his feet. He then grips it with two hands and then drives it into his gut. Gambino staggers around holding his gut.
MVD pulls Gambino up, but a look of shock and pain comes over his face as Gambino delivers a deft Low Blow. Gambino then grabs MVD and delivers the Gambino Bomb, smashing MVD through the table.
He places the barb-wire on the mat and then pulls MVD up to his feet as the ring crew are pulling the fragments of the table from the ring. Gambino hooks the dazed MVD by both arms and then delivers a Double Arm DDT onto the barbwire. MVD rolls off, his face now cut open.
MVD stops a couple of yards short of Gambino and readies the chair. Gambino staggers for a moment and then suddenly snaps into a Mafia Kick. MVD is taken completely by surprise and gets the chair knocked straight back into his face.
Gambino grabs a nearby Steel Chair and cracks it across MVD's back, before casually tossing it aside.
Gambino hooks MVD around the waist and is about to Belly to Belly him through the glass when MVD suddenly reverses the positions, Gambino barely has time to express his shock before he is sailing through the air and crashing through the glass pane, crashing down on the glass shards as more land on him and around him.
MVD then rips one of the "Keep off" signs from the guard rail. He cracks it over Gambino's head and then tosses him down the aisle. Gambino keep trying to get to his feet, but each time MVD smashes him back down with the sign. As they near the ring, MVD actually breaks the sign over Gambino's head.
He then empties the entire bag of about 1-2000 thumbtacks onto the mat. He points to the tacks as he pulls Gambino up to his feet, but he is too casual and Gambino gets in an easy low blow. Gambino then sets MVD's head between his legs and then deliver the Gambino Bomb, driving MVD into the unforgiving tacks. MVD reels up and rolls out of the way as his body becomes a human pincushion.
MVD boots Gambino in the gut and then drags him over towards the bat. He hooks the head and then taunts the crowd, before delivering a DDT into the barbwire bat. Gambino bounces off and rolls across the ring holding his head.
While MVD is setting Gambino up, Jason Hunt pulls out the weapon box from the corner. He then punches it open and pulls out a Sledgehammer. He holds it quite casually, then as MVD turns around, Hunt brings the Hammer up and smashes it straight in MVD's face, to the complete shock of the entire arena.
Gambino realizes what this opportunity is and he crawls slowly over to make the cover on MVD, the volume of the crowd rising as he takes each step. ..1 .2 3!!!!!!!!
The music fades out as a picture of Gambino holding the World Title is shown on the screen. The lights then return to normal and the TRON goes blank. The crowd cheers and gives a round of applause
Gambino: I think Stanyer said it best immediately following that match when he proclaimed, 'there are no winners, only survivors.' Ask yourself Homicide, will you survive? Will your career survive? Because if you thought that match was brutal, then you haven't seen a damn thing yet. That's nothing compared to what I've got in mind for you. So even after seeing that, if you still want a no disqualification stipulation added...and you're aware of the risks involved...it's your body...it's your career...it's your life.
Gambino steps forward in front of Homicide and they are once again face to face
Gambino: You ask me, do I still show no mercy and take no shit? You bet your ass that I show no mercy and come Downfall you're gonna find out just that. You're gonna find out that nothing's changed about me. From the time I first entered the PWF 3 years ago and picked up my first win until now. I still am and always will be the same bad ass, sadistic son of a bitch that I was then. You want it no disqualification, then no disqualification it is.
Security steps in and pulls the two apart, then they form a human divider between the two superstars.
Rhoades: Now that this is settled, I've assigned 5 guards to each of you just to keep your ass's in line. Oh, and also to keep you both busy, I've booked a couple of matches. In the first match, it'll be Champion against Champion as the World Champion, Gambino, takes on the European Champion, Masta P.
The crowd goes wild
Rhoades: And for tonight's main event, it'll be Homicide facing off against Rex Idol. Good luck to both of you.
The crowd cheers the matches that have been signed as TNT plays. Gambino exits the ring, followed by 5 of the guards. Rhoades then follows. Homicide exits followed by his 5 guards as well
Stanyer: Welcome back folks, we've just seen Gambino being escorted out of the ring, well he'll be back here in just a moment, as he's taking on the European Champion, Masta P, in the opening match.
Poppa: Champion v Champion, in the opening match, what is Rhoades thinking?
Stanyer: He's thinking about giving the fans what they want to see the best matches available. Or it could be that he knows Gambino is fired up, and he wants him to release his anger.
Poppa: Suddenly I feel sorry for Masta P.
Credit: Sabre
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
The arena lights dim as "I Stand Alone" by Godsmack blares through the sound system. The Gambino logo flashes across the tron screen, as various highlights from Gambino's career are shown. Red lights flash throughout the arena, creating a strobe light effect. More red lights shine upon the stage, near the entrance area. A spot light aims towards the entrance, as Gambino steps forward onto the stage and into the light. He walks further onto the stage, stopping at the top of the ramp. He raises his arms in the air as if to celebrate, then makes his way down the ramp. Once he reaches the ring, he climbs in and walks to a corner. He climbs the turnbuckle and looks out over the crowd as he once again raises his arms to the air. He then climbs down from the turnbuckle and awaits the beginning of the match.
James: Introducing, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 245lbs, ANTONIO GAMBINO
Report: Gambino slides into the ring and is immediately attacked by some hard boots to the head care of Masta P, intent on finishing the match early. Gambino tries escaping the boots, but Masta P drops an elbow across Gambino's sternum. Gambino shakes the elbow off as the ref comes in to intervene and both men get to their feet. Masta P throws a wild right at Gambino, but Gambino swiftly raises his left arm, blocking the strike and retaliating with his own. Masta P also blocks Gambino's punch and fires back with a savage headbutt. Gambino stumbles back in confusion, but shakes the pain off as Masta P grabs him by the head and places him in a side headlock. Masta P rears down on Gambino's head as Gambino struggles to get free.
Stanyer: "Masta P trying to use his size to his advantage, if he gets into a technical bout with Gambino, it's over."
Poppa: "Duh."
Masta P wrenches away at the neck but Gambino has enough strength to push Masta P off and into the ropes. Coming back at Gambino, Masta P attempts a clothesline, but is swept off of his feet by a swift drop toehold. As Masta P hits the mat face first, Gambino springs back up onto his feet to a pop from the crowd. Masta P holds his jaw as Gambino continues the assault, nailing Masta P with some quick jabs before grappling and delivering a hard DDT.
Stanyer: "Big move from Gambino, he's really kicking it up a gear."
Poppa: "Again, Duh."
Gambino backs off, waiting for Masta P to get to his feet before grappling with him once more. He attempts a belly-to-belly suplex, but Masta P is able to block it successfully. Gambino hits a couple of jabs before trying again, but Masta P's weight advantage is just too much. Masta P takes the initiative and capitalises with a stalling suplex, but Gambino drops from the hold and lands on his feet behind Masta P, striking him in the kidneys before spinning him around and attempting to nail the Mafia Bomb but Masta P scouts the move and desperately pushes Gambino away. Gambino bolts past the referee and grabs Masta P by the head, trying to pull him up, but Masta P drops to a knee and thrusts upward, nailing Gambino with a low blow.
Poppa: "Somewhere, Sabre is watching this and he is smiling."
Gambino drops to the mat holding his groin as Masta P gets a lecture from the ref. Masta P tells the ref that nothing happened to a sea of boos from the crowd. Masta P moves the ref out of the way and looking down, Masta P grabs Gambino's leg. Masta P drops an elbow onto Gambino's inner right thigh and Gambino grits his teeth. Masta P hits another huge elbow drop, trying to take down Gambino who lies in the middle of the ring, trying to kick Masta P away with his free foot. Masta P then rolls Gambino over in a single leg crab. Masta P keeps the hold locked on as tight as he can as the referee checks up on Gambino. Gambino refuses to tap, instead heading straight for the ropes. Rearing back more on the leg, Masta P pulls for all he's worth, but still Gambino refuses to tap out. Releasing the hold, Masta P gets to his feet and begins stomping away on the target leg.
Stanyer: "A good strategy from Masta P, opting for a submission rather then his usual power."
Gambino rolls back and forth on the canvas, holding his leg as Masta P moves up near Gambino's head, grabbing onto Gambino's hair. Yanking him up to his feet, Masta P grabs Gambino by the right leg and tries taking him down with a leg lock. Gambino resists though, using all of the strength to keep him upright. Masta P tries once again, but Gambino counters by drawing Masta P in and thrusting out with both legs, sending Masta P sprawling onto the mat. Gambino crawls over to the ropes, using them to his aid to pull himself up onto his feet. Masta P holds the back of his head as he gets to his feet. Turning around, Masta P gets bowled over with a clothesline that takes him off his feet as the crowd pops loudly.
Stanyer: "Masta P may have done the damage, Gambino limping heavily now."
Gambino picks up Masta P and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with a slightly off balance shoulder tackle that, while not having it's full effect, works well enough and puts Masta P down to the mat. Gambino drops a quick elbow, then covers but Masta P gets an elbow up just after the two.
Poppa: "Yup. Gambino wants to end this now from the looks of things."
Gambino, rather unsurprised that Masta P managed to get free of the lax pin attempt, gets to his feet, bringing Masta P with him. Gambino hesitates for a moment, as if formulating a plan, then scoops up Masta P and slams him down to the canvas. Masta P gets up quickly, and immediately charges towards Gambino's leg. However, in a show of improvisation, Gambino drops down and hooks Masta P's head and leg and rolls him into an inside cradle. Masta P barely kicks out before the three. Gambino backs into the ropes and drives an elbow into the sternum of Masta P, then mounts him and lets fly with some right hands, stunning the big man. Gambino gets to his feet and raises his arms in the air, getting a cheer from the fans, as Masta P attempts to make a hasty retreat. Gambino advances quickly and Masta P swings around, aiming for a last chance clothesline but Gambino ducks and immediately hooks up the "Gambino Facebuster", crushing Masta P face first into the mat. The ref makes the big count, 1... 2... 3!!! Winner via pinfall: Gambino!
Stanyer: "What a nice opener!"
Poppa: "I agree. Gambino certainly owned, right there."
Stanyer: "Let's hope his leg isn't completely screwed. That'd..."
Poppa: "Suck?"
Stanyer: "Exactly."
PWF Interviewer Ted Tedison cautiously wanders into a dimly lit and almost-abandoned weight room in the basement of the arena. Hearing the faint sound of counting, Ted Tedison draws his attention to The Perfect Outlaw, sitting on a bench in a far away corner, doing curls with a pair of barbells. Tedison maneouvres between the heavy workout machinery, until he stands before The Definition of Perfection. Without admiring his presence, TPO continues to pull on the barbells.
The Perfect Outlaw: 80...81...82...83...84...85...86...
Tedison: Excuse me, Perfect Outlaw? May I ask you some questions?
The Perfect Outlaw slowly looks up at Tedison, failing to discontinue his curls. TPO looks back down at the ground, and after a few more curls, gently sets the barbells on the ground, and stands up.
The Perfect Outlaw: Shoot.
Tedison: Well, it seems that tonight, you've been put in a tag-team match, pitting you and Davey K, against Sandstorm and your arch-rival, Kilgore. This will be your first tag-team match, any thoughts on the match?
The Perfect Outlaw: Sure, I've got plenty of thoughts. Yes, you are correct, this will be my first tag-team match. Any what a better time than just as we're entering the PPV. Sure, I can work together with this Davey K fella', I mean...we are working towards a common cause...to beat the hell out of the two women who make our lives a living hell.
Tedison: Well, it seems as if your mask has cost you quite a few matches recently, as Kilgore continues to strive to reveal your identity. May I ask you why you where the mask?
The Perfect Outlaw's face abruptly changes from a face of enjoyment and excitement to one of annoyance.
The Perfect Outlaw: May you ask that question? HaHaHa....no, you may not ask that question. It doesn't matter why, it just matters that I'm the biggest superstar around here, the best, and the most perfect.
The Perfect Outlaw bends down and grasps the two barbells, pulling them up onto the rack, cleaning up his workout area.
The Perfect Outlaw: And come "Three Stages of Perfection" at Downfall, there will be nothing sweeter than the sound of a steel chair against a skull in the Street Fight;nothing sweeter than the sound of cracking bones during Ultimate Submission; nothing sweeter than the sound of flesh being grated by steel mesh in the Cage Match. Then...and only then...do I predict the opening of the Handicap Division in the PWF...this interview...has ended!
The Perfect Outlaw gives Tedison a short shove towards the door as Tedison stumbles out of the locker room, leaving TPO to get ready for his match.
Stanyer: Strong words from The Perfect Outlaw, who takes on Kilgore at Downfall in what is usually called "Three Stages of Hell", but in this case, it's called "Three Stages of Perfection." A Street Fight, followed by an Ultimate Submission Match, and finally, a Steel Cage match.
Poppa: Sounds like something that belongs on Defiance.
Stanyer: Indeed it does, but you'll get to see it, on Havoc PPV.
Downfall by Trust Company hits over the spearkers as Shockwave walks out onto the stage with a huge amount of fire streaming though the stage behind him. Shockwave slowly makes his way down to the ring with the cast still on his arm. Shockwave paces around the ring and picks a mic up off of the announcer's table. He then slides into the ring and begins to speak.
Shockwave: Well, well looks like I was right Venom. I think you should have taken my warning more seriously. But you decided to think of it as a big joke. But who is laughing now. You are home nursing a concussion. How's your head there big guy. I would just love to see you home with an ice pack layed on top of your head.
Shockwave walks back and forth the ring, like he has something on my mind.
Shockwave- Venom I have been thinking. I have beaten you way to many times. What is it 5-1 now in singles matches for me. I have realized that my wrestling ability is far greater than yours. I am sick and tired of fighting you. Venom as much as it hurts me to say this but I want this to be our last match together. Venom and Shockwave, one-on-one. In a street fight. Shockwave with a broken arm, Venom with a concussion. The battle of the titans. One more time I am going to beat you with the ugly stick. You're going to walk off knowing that I am the better man. Maybe then you will learn some manners. I want you to bow before the great power that is me.
Shockwave walks back and worth to ring and finally decides to go sit at the announcer's table.
Shockwave: It's about time I had a little sat down.
Shockwave smiles at the announcer's and stands back up with chair in hand. Shockwave then walks up the ramp and places the chair on the side of the ramp and sits in it.
Shockwave: Wooo Venom, thats a pretty long ways to be falling down. It's to damn bad I am going to throw you of it. But enough of that. The challange is now laid down. Me and Venom one-on-one in a street fight. The final fight. The final victory will be marked in the history books with the name Shockwave. After that match I can forget about Venom but he will always have the loss on his mind. Forever.
Shockwave stands back up.
Shockwave: Ok what I want right now is for someone to walk their ass on out here and step in the ring toe to toe with me. I need a little warm up for the big PPV. So anyone now walk your ass out here, I kicks it.
Shockwave is about to sit back down when.
The arena lays silent, the fans in a hush. The silence is pierced by the words "This...is life!" booming out of the speakers, sending the fans into a frenzy. A wall of flame erupts from the stage, blanketing the entirety in a carpet of smoke. Out of the smoke looms a shadow, moving slowly forwards. The shadow materialises, the shape of a man appearing. The man is Apocalypse, standing tall on the stage. The fans chant his name, growing ever louder, the feeling rushing through the veins of all those in the sea of humanity. Apoc struts down the ramp, admiring the fans on the way. Men shout for his autograph, women scream out their phone numbers, admiring his rugged looks. He climbs over the top rope, and walks to the nearest turnbuckle, mounting it. He thrusts his arms into the air, watching as the fans replicate this action. He remains there for several moments, relishing the constant cheering, the chanting of his name. He steps down from the ringpost as the crowd grows quieter.
James: Introducing from Queens, New York, weighing 295lbs, making his first appearance here in the PWF, APOCALYPSE!!!!
Credit: Solo
Report: As bell rings Apocalypse charges in at Shockwave with an eager attempt to show his talent. Shockwave takes advantage of the PWF debuter's mistake and plants him on the mat with a vicious Powerslam. Shockwave picks up the stunned Apocalypse off the mat and drills in with some stiff right hands. Apocalypse reels backwards trying to regain his composure, but is knock back onto his back with a thunderous boot to the face. Shockwave begins to stomp away on the down Apocalypse as the ref tries to tell Shockwave he is using the ropes and break the hold. As Shockwave argues with the ref, Apocalypse crawls up to his feet using the ropes. As Shockwave turns around to continue his assault he is nailed in the gut with a boot from Apocalypse. Following up with a Clothesline, Apocalypse takes Shockwave down to the mat hard.
Stanyer: The young man from New York City is really showing his ring awareness.
Poppa: Well he might just have beginners luck. Something Sabre knows a lot about.
Stanyer: How is that?
Poppa: He got the better of me the first time around.
Both men are to their feet's as they stair at each other. Neither men backs down, but then Shockwave pokes Apocalypse in the eyes giving him the advantage again. Following up with a hard Suplex, Shockwave covers Apocalypse trying to steal a quick one. Before the ref could begin to count Apocalypse kicks out. In shock, Shockwave hits Apocalypse with some stiff Forearm shots to the head. Shockwave gets to his feet pulling Apocalypse with him setting up for a Powerbomb move. Apocalypse blocks the lift attempt, and then reverse it into a Back Body Drop. Apocalypse follows up with a Leg Drop across Shockwaves head. Shockwaves rolls around holding his head as Apocalypse get to his feet. Apocalypse lifts Shockwave to his feet, and then follows up with an Under Arrest (Cradle Piledriver). Shockwave's head bounces off the mat sending chills through the crowd.
Poppa: I wonder if that is going to hurt later?
Stanyer: Of course he is going to be hurting after that. He just dropped the guy on his head.
Poppa: Then explain to me why Sabre is immune to that kind of stuff?
Stanyer: Well maybe he just hard headed like you?
Apocalypse covers Shockwave, referee attempts the count. 1 2 Shockwave kicks out just as the referee's hand was about to hit. Apocalypse is in disbelief and asks the ref if he was sure, when he is told the match is still on he lifts Shockwave to his feet. Apocalypse goes to lift Shockwave up on his shoulders, but Shockwave reverses it into the Force Out (Standing Reverse Dragon Sleeper). The ref checks in on Apocalypse to see if he wants to give up. Before Shockwave could lock the move in all the way Apocalypse drops to the mat pulling Shockwave with him. Shockwave releases the move before he hits the mat. He gets back up to his feet, but is met with a boot the face sending him back to the mat. Apocalypse climbs up the turnbuckles to the top. He waits for Shockwave to stand up and launches himself hitting a Flying Clothesline.
Stanyer: Apocalypse is showing us that he not just another big man around here.
Poppa: Exactly why we don't need another Sabre!
Stanyer: Why would he be another Sabre?
Poppa: Highflying moves equal Sabre!
Stanyer: Why are you suddenly so obsessed with Sabre? I thought you'd got over that stuff?
Poppa: I dunno, must be a weird mood swing, which is a probably caused by psychological damage, which Sabre did!!!
Apocalypse gets back to his feet and goes for the cover. The referee gets into position to make the count. 1 2 Shockwave again manages to kick out before the ref could make it three. Apocalypse shows some frustration, but regains his composure and begins to lay some boots to Shockwave. Shockwave rolls out of the way and gets to his feet, but is knocked back down by a clubbing blow to the back. Apocalypse proceeds to lift Shockwave up to his feet, but Shockwave nails him in the gut with a punch. Shockwave then Irish Whips him into the ropes. Bouncing off the opposite side, Shockwave charges in with a huge Clothesline that sends Apocalypse slamming to the mat. Shockwave makes the quick cover as the referee jumps into action. 1 2 . Apocalypse kicks out just as the ref counts to two. Shockwave helps Apocalypse to his feet as he climbs to his feet as well. Shockwave then lifts Apocalypse in the carry position then drills him across his knee into a Backbreaker. Shockwave keeps hold of Apocalypse then drives him into his knee again dropping this time.
Poppa: Shockwave looks like he going to pick apart this kid and end it quickly now.
Stanyer: No doubt that what he out to do, but remember that anything can and will happen in the PWF.
Poppa: Yeah I know like Sabre becoming a World Champion that has to be the worst decision the other show has made.
Shockwave taunts his opponent who happens to be holding his back as he tries to get up. Shockwave pushes Apocalypse back down with his foot in a toying manner. Shockwave then steps over top of Apocalypse locking in a Boston Crab. Referee asks Apocalypse if he want to quit. He screams no as Shockwave pulls back on the legs. After few long grueling minutes being locked in the Boston Crab, Shockwave decides to let go of the hold. Apocalypse lays there half conscious. Before Shockwave can pull Apocalypse all the way to his feet, he is hit in the face with a flurry of Forearm shots followed by a Haymaker that sends Shockwave stumbling backwards. Before he can recover, Apocalypse flips Shockwave up onto his shoulders driving his head into the mat with the Rough Ride (DVD). Apocalypse quickly makes the cover locking the legs this time as the referee start to count. 1 2 Shockwave kicks out amazingly too much of Apocalypse surprise. Apocalypse lifts Shockwave up quickly before he can recover from the previous move kneeing him in the gut. Apocalypse signals to the crowd the end as he lifts Shockwave up by the throat and driving him into the mat with the Code Red (Kane Chokeslam). Making the cover, Apocalypse hooks the legs once again. The referee starts the count. 1 2 3
Stanyer: Apocalypse has pulled an upset in his debut. Amazing talent from such a young determine man.
Poppa: I was surprise how easily Shockwave lost control of the match at the very end.
Stanyer: Nonetheless a very impressive win for Apocalypse.
Davey K is in his locker room singing to "Cry Me a River" by Justin Timberlake as he is sat watching MTV, just as Davey is about to get up and really begin to dance, in walks Masta P
Masta P: Dude?
Davey K: You saw nothing..............nothing
Masta P: Well I saw..
Davey K: Nothing I wasn't dancing to J T
Masta P: Did you just call him JT?
Davey K: Hole, digging myself deeper, cannot see light, must change subject....P, do you like ham?
Masta P: Its ok, erm how's the knee
Davey K: Oh yeah, its fine. I'm surprised you noticed. I mean after all you must have been busy hating Rex Idol somewhere.
Masta P: No I was actually seeing if the Water Guy
Davey K: Really? What's wrong, get a bit of a guilty conscious? After all it was your dumb ass fault that he was in a match. Dude, he could have been hurt man
Masta P: Well he wasn't.
Davey K: No thanks to you. Anyway what do you want?
Masta P: Well the PPV
Davey K: Yes, I've heard of it.
Masta P: I need to know are you going to be in my corner
Davey K: Nope
Masta P: Nope?
Davey K: Aaah, so you heard me then
Masta P: Why aren't you in my corner?
Davey K: Erm, lets think.....because you're acting like a fucking prick
Masta P: What?!?
Davey K: The last few weeks P, you have been devious and a complete cheat, is that what we are about? Is that what the Playaz Club are about?
Masta P: Oh so we still are the Playaz Club
Davey K: What's that supposed to mean?
Masta P: Hmm, lets see, where's Q-Zee? Where's the Rookie? Some leader you are
Davey K: Dude, Q-Zee? Don't you remember how much that guy sucked? Where did you find him McDonalds? He talked shit and wrestled like a complete retard. But that was your genius idea, so erm well done. I admit the Rookie was my error and the last I heard he was in a Dixie Chicks tribute band with Travis Right and Ken Kido. Playaz Club is about us man.
Masta P: I'm not seeing much togetherness here at the moment. So what's the deal, I walk out alone at the PPV?
Davey K: At the PPV P, your gonna do something that you haven't done in a while, go out, get in that fuckin' ring, and wrestle to win.
Masta P: Thanks for nothing.
Davey K: And dude, you come in here making all these demands, I've got myself a tag match tonight. I'm pairing up with Billy the Kid, no, Al Capone hang on shit what's his name, oh yeah, perfect Outlaw. I'm teaming with him and we are taking on Sandstorm and Kilgore......shit Kilgore again? Man Sandstorm and Kilgore really hate me, I mean Sandstorm has got a whole load of sand up his ass to be that cranky and Kilgore, well he's like Robocop with the personality of Terminator....shit!
Masta P: Oh so you asking me to watch your back?
Davey K: No thanks, I would rather win alone and get a beating alone, not sure I want you near my matches at the moment.
Masta P: Whatever
Davey K: You know what P, sometimes life's just a big barrel of shit....
Davey K gets up and walks out of the door
Masta P:....yeah and so are you.
"Praise" by Sevendust hits and the duo of LJ and Brod begin walking down the ramp to a horde of jeers and booing. Beer cups start to hail down as both men climb onto opposite turnbuckles, raising their hands in mock appreciation. Both studs stand in the middle of the ring, mics in hand and smirking as 'DUX go home' chants begin reigning down...
Stanyer: Wonderful, we're going to be treated to yet another, "top rated segment."
Poppa: What? You're not a DUX fan?
Stanyer gives Poppa an evil glare, then we cut back to the ring
LJ: "... Are you people saying 'DUX go home' or 'DUX grow stone'?"
Brod: "I think they're saying 'DUX flow bone."
Both men look around, trying to listen a little harder as the fans start yelling 'DUX go home' as hard as they can...
Brod: "Waaaaaait just a second... I think they're saying... DUX... go... home?!?"
Brod and LJ look shocked as the crowd cheers in approval.
Brod: "How dare they! We come down to this stink hole to entertain, when we can easily go back to the land of endless beaches... hot chicks... and a damn good supply of beer. Heck, I'd be lying if we said we missed it. All I see in this country is an endless supply of blind patriotism, a heck of a lot of fat chicks and a damn good supply of lite crap!"
Boos hail down as Brod and LJ both reel at the thought of drinking a coors lite...
LJ: "Quite simply, if it wasn't for Magnum and Baywatch, we WOULD go home, but gosh darn it, I love those shows SO much. But hey, don't blame us for being here. If the Gods of War weren't so stupid and got themselves kidnapped we'd have the damn title belts by now."
Brod: "Trust me, when we get our hands on the kidnappers, both they AND our beloved champs are gonna get an A-Grade arse kicking. The DUX badge of approval and everything."
LJ: "It's horrible. People can't walk around the street these days without being hit on the head and crammed into a car. Another reason I want to go home."
Brod: "You know what LJ? You're right. Now I hate to point fingers but I reckon those nasty kidnappers were none other than...
LJ: "cough Anger Management cough"
Brod: "Once again, you're right. Trust those psychos to take away the champs. I mean, they couldn't have the belts so they took them out of the equation! No other team has any motive... us? We don't need to go to that extreme. Hell, if they don't turn up at the PPV... Our match is ruined!"
LJ: "And Brutal Force? Let's face it, they're too damn stupid to pull it off. If they even thought of the plan, they'd probably kidnap a car and bundle it into a bag before hitting each other on the head."
LJ is stopped in his tracks as Barry Burton and Leroy Greene appear on the Tron. They are both sporting a plethora of cuts, bruises, contusions and other ouchies.
Leroy: What did we tell you about talking?
Barry: Don't.
Leroy: Right.
Barry: Thanks.
Both Brod & LJ look at each other, annoyed more that they were interuppted, than the interupptors.
Leroy: Anyway, last week you got the better of us.
Barry: We are men enough to admit that.
Leroy: You made a plan, and you followed through.
Barry: Just like Brian Boitano.
Leroy: Exactly, but you guys don't get a perfect 6. You see, although the 'Kick our asses' part of the plan worked like a charm, there were other parts that weren't so successful.
Barry: First of all, we won the match.
Crowd cheers.
Leroy: Which was something, but more importantly, you guys made a deal with a devil.
Barry: A very untrustworthy devil.
Leroy: A devil, which turned around and bit you in the ass!
Barry: A devil known as Anger Management!
Leroy: What? Haven't you guys paid any attention. They are nutcases. Whackos. Loonies.
Barry: Socially maladjusted psychopaths with extreme violent tendencies.
Leroy: And you thought you could work with them?
Barry: we know what you are up to. You thought, 'Hey, lets kidnap the GOW. Then we set up Brutal Force to take a pounding, leaving the tag scene to only us and Anger Management.'
Leroy: Bad mistake. You see, up til now, we had Jagged and Inmates full attention. But now, tonight, it is just you and them. And we don't think you have what it takes to stop them.
Barry: Don't get us wrong. Jagged and Inmate are scum, and we will avenge ourselves on them. At Downfall, Anger Management are going to experience what it feels like to be managed, brutal style.
Leroy: But, for tonight, we are happy to sit back, heal up, and watch you rip each other apart.
Barry: So may the best team win, and may the losers be hospitalised.
Leroy: But just to show there are no hard feelings, we will give you a piece of advice.
Barry: Something we have learned from our many battles with Jagged and Inmate.
Leroy: It is very important...
Barry: And we can't stress this enough...
Leroy: It is very important, when fighting Anger Management, to make sure that nothing distracts you. You need total focus.
Barry: For example, it would be a very bad thing if you didn't happen to notice them arrive, and you were standing staring at the Tron as they stood right behind you.
LJ and Brod turn round, staring straight into the eyes of Jagged and Inmate.
Leroy: Yeah, so don't do that. See Ya!
Report: Inmate clubs LJ down with a stunning right hand. While Jagged boots Brod in the gut and then delivers a devastating rising knee to the face. Inmate drags LJ up and tosses him aggressively into the corner and unleashes on him an awesome flurry of right hands. Jagged is showing off his strength by powering Brod high up above him into a Military Press. Jagged tosses Brod to one side and then goes to help Inmate. LJ is whipped into the opposite corner by Inmate, he then whips Jagged hard across the ring and he crashes into LJ with a big Jumping Body Splash. Jagged then whips LJ back out of the corner and Inmate scoops him up and drills him into the mat with a Sidewalk Slam. He hooks the leg as Jagged climbs through the ropes, Brod has rolled out of the ring and is close to taking his position in the corner. The referee for this contest, Duane Dibley, makes the count. 1 2 . LJ kicks out. Inmate pulls him to his feet and gives him a knee to the gut and then offers a tag to Jagged. The big Italian/American delivers a knee to the gut and then hooks LJ up and plants him with a Vertical Suplex. He gives him a few stomps across the chest and bounces off the nearby ropes and drives an elbow into the heart. He hooks the leg. ..1 ..2 LJ kicks his shoulder off the canvas.
Stanyer: The early assault from Anger Management has given them an early advantage in this contest.
Poppa: Smart move from them, a little ungentlemanly though.
Stanyer: Since when have Inmate or Jagged cared about things such as gentlemanly conduct, or rules of any kind for that matter.
Jagged pulls LJ up and holds him in a side headlock and tags in Inmate. The two whips LJ into the ropes and then hoist him into the air and smash him back down with an awesome Double Spinebuster. Inmate goes for a cover while Jagged goes back to the corner. ..1 ..2 LJ kicks out. Inmate drags him to his feet and pushes him into the corner. He nails a few shoulder thrusts and then pulls LJ out of the corner and irish whips him. He then flattens him with a destructive clothesline. He taunts Brod, who reacts angrily and tries to get into the ring. Duane Dibley goes across to stop him, and Jagged comes into the ring and both he and Inmate double team LJ with vicious stomps. Inmate then rolls out of the ring and slaps his hands together, when Duane Dibley turns around, he believes that Inmate & Jagged performed a legal tag. Jagged covers LJ. .1 .2 . Brod comes in and breaks up the count, and immediately forces Brod to leave the ring. Inmate & Jagged repeat the same trick, except of course, it is Inmate who enters the ring, and Jagged who eventually leaves the ring. Inmate goes for the cover. .1 2 this time LJ manages to get his shoulder up. Inmate hoists LJ up and then dumps him on the top rope. He is about to climb up when LJ pokes him in the eye. Momentarily blinding, Inmate staggers around for a moment, LJ hooks him by the head and delivers a Tornado DDT. Both men stay down.
Stanyer: With the Tag Team Title Ladder Match coming up at the PPV, DUX will be looking to pick up a win going into the PPV.
Poppa: They are already the hot favourites, do they really need another confidence boost?
Stanyer: Since when have DUX EVER need a confidence boost. They could lose 40 matches in a row and they'd still act like they own the place.
Poppa: Well, they do have the highest rated segment on PWF TV.
Stanyer: I'd like to see those Nielsen Ratings reports first
LJ crawls slowly over to his corner, and dives to make the tag just as Inmate makes a tag to Jagged. Brod is on an adrenaline rush though, and he leaps over the top rope, no mean feat for a guy at 270lbs. He charges at Jagged and flattens him with an awesome clothesline. Jagged gets up quickly and Brod begins to lay into him with right hands. Inmate comes in and tries to break up Brod's offence, but before he can even swing a right hand, Brod diverts his attack and starts hammering away at Inmate. Very soon he is alternating right hands and finally he clotheslines Inmate over the top rope. He then boots Jagged in the gut and delivers a DDT. He then hooks the leg. 1 2 .. Jagged kicks out. A pissed off Inmate climbs onto the apron, but before he can climb into the ring, LJ knocks him off with a Dropkick to the face. Brod is lifting Jagged up to the top rope while LJ comes off the ropes and then performs a cartwheel before jumping clean over the top rope and crashing into Inmate with a Somersault Plancha. Brod has Jagged up on the top rope and delivers a stunning Super Fallaway Slam. He goes for the cover. 1 .2 .. Jagged kicks out. On the outside of the ring, Inmate is staggering to his feet, while LJ is waiting on the apron. LJ springsboards off the 2nd rope with a spectacular Asai Moonsault, but Inmate catches him and then charges and rams him into the ring post. LJ is left on the floor holding his back. In the ring, Brod lifts Jagged up onto the top rope and was about to deliver a Superplex, but when he sees LJ being rammed into the ring post, he stops, and that's all Jagged needed to lift Brod up and dive off the top rope with a Super Bomb. Jagged hooks the leg for the cover. 1 ..2 .3!!!!!
Stanyer: Anger Management pick up a big win over the #1 Contenders to the Tag Titles in Down Under Xpress.
Poppa: Surprised me, I'd have thought DUX would have picked up the win tonight, perhaps we should re-evaluate their position as favourites at Downfall.
Stanyer: We've got to find the Gods of War first, nobody has seen them since they were kidnapped last week. And I wonder who had a hand in that.
Poppa: Brutal Force?
Stanyer just looks at Poppa, who shrugs his shoulders.
Ted Tedison was once again in action, although judging by the look on his face he'd rather have been somewhere else. Standing to his side was Kilgore, who towered over the understandably intimidated Tedison. As Kilgore stood there, his arms folded across his chest and a scowl upon his face, Tedison began the interview.
Tedison: "I'm standing here with Kilgore, a man of much intrigue, and I'm here to get a few words from one of the most talked-about newcomers just before his upcoming tag team match. Kilgore, how do you feel about "
Kilgore: "No."
Kilgore was now looking up slightly and he seemed to have a slight twitch in his right arm as Tedison went on, albeit a tad confused.
Tedison: "Um no what?"
Upon hearing Tedison's query Kilgore shook his head and then he looked at Tedison.
Kilgore: "I wasn't talking to you."
Tedison: "Uh okay. So how do you feel about teaming up with Sandstorm tonight to take on Superstar Davey K and, more importantly, the very man you seem to have a huge problem with as of late in The Perfect Outlaw?"
Kilgore: "How do YOU feel Tedison?"
Tedison: "Pardon?"
Kilgore: "Odd question, no? How am I supposed to feel? I didn't ask for a partner. I don't need a partner! All I need is to get in that ring with The Perfect Outlaw so that I can rid the world of the great lie."
Tedison: "What about the so-called "3 Stages Of Perfection" match that The Perfect Outlaw has challenged you to at Downfall?"
Kilgore: "What about it? The very name of said match is just as pompous as the one who concocted it. I will take great pleasure in annihilating Outlaw in what he seems to think is his match. If he really wants to lock himself up in a cage with me then so be it. Then again it may not even go that far. Like I've said on numerous occasions there is not a single person who has seen anything close to my full potential as of yet. Outlaw thinks he will be taking me out my element? Wrong. I am well versed in every from of wrestling there is, and for that I thank my estranged mentor. As for the ultimate submission stipulation well, let's just say that the mask he hides behind must be cutting off the circulation to his warped mind."
Tedison: "So you're not at all worried? These 2 out of 3 falls matches have been known to be career altering."
Kilgore: "That may be true but no, I'm not worried. I'm not scared, I'm not apprehensive and I am most definitely NOT going to let The Perfect Outlaw walk out of Downfall with that mask."
Tedison: "Could you possibly explain why it is you hold such animosity towards The Perfect Outlaw though?"
Kilgore: "I think you'll find I've already explained myself Tedison."
Tedison: "Well, yes, but well "
Kilgore: "Spit it out Tedison, lest you choke."
Tedison: *Sounding nervous* "It's just that you haven't um you haven't been entirely sane. Lately."
Tedison loosened his tie, looking extremely anxious as he did, but the reaction he received was not the one he was expecting. Kilgore grinned and then he laughed quietly to himself before replying.
Kilgore: "Is anyone ever really completely sane Tedison? We all have our moments. Agreed, I seem to be in the moment on a permanent basis right now but alas, it is not through choice. Besides, too much sanity is unhealthy. We all need a release from ourselves once in a while."
Tedison: "That kind of makes sense. Still, it doesn't appear as though you're enjoying it."
Kilgore: "No Tedison, I'm not enjoying it. At all. My other, inferior half is the sound of nails on a chalkboard. He is the feeling of acid on flesh. He is the smell of human waste amidst a garden of roses. He is, for lack of a better term, a piece of "
Suddenly Kilgore was sent reeling back and as he fell he held his head, screaming in agony as he did. Kilgore was now on the floor facedown so Tedison warily made his way towards the fallen colossus after having backed away rapidly. As he neared Kilgore's prone body he knelt down, slowly, tapping Kilgore on the shoulder. At first there was no reaction but after nudging him a little more force Kilgore came round, pushing himself up off the floor with his massive arms. He shook his head as he did whilst Tedison backed off again, not wishing to incur Kilgore's wrath. Tedison needn't have worried though as Kilgore, oddly, came across as being decidedly peaceful, which was especially strange given the fall he had just taken. Tedison, feeling brave, moved in closer to Kilgore to check if he was all right.
Tedison: "Kilgore? Are you okay? Do you want me to "
Leon: "Kilgore's not here right now. He wouldn't let me have my say so I had to use force. Sorry to give you such a scare."
The softer tone and distinct lack of aggression in Kilgore's voice shocked Tedison, although he soon realized what was going on.
Tedison: "Le Leon? Leon Calvano? Am I actually speaking to Leon Calvano now?"
Leon: "Yes, Mr. Tedison, you are. I couldn't sit back and let Kilgore run his mouth anymore."
Tedison: "Oh right. Um "
Tedison didn't quite know what to make of the situation, seeing as how he was the first person to ever be around Kilgore during a full-scale "transition". Kilgore, or rather Leon was now standing upright and he seemed to be perfectly fine, although a slight twitch was still evident in both his head and right arm. Tedison composed his self enough to cope with the bizarre situation in which he had found himself and then he resumed the interview.
Tedison: "Do I just go on or do I have to start over? I don't exactly find myself in these kind of situations very often."
Leon: "Heh, I bet you don't. No, you can pick up where you left off. I heard everything that was said."
Tedison: "Right, right. So, you you. .. nope, can't do it. I'm sorry, this is just too weird."
Leon: "I know. Look, I'll just save you the trouble and answer the question anyway."
Tedison: "But I haven't asked you anything yet."
Leon: "Maybe so but I'm not stupid. You want to know what MY thoughts are on the situation, correct?"
Tedison: "Well yeah, actually."
Leon: "Fair enough. Well, Ted, personally I don't want anything to do with this."
Tedison: "What?"
Leon: "You heard me. I don't want a damn thing to do with Kilgore's sick little games, and I don't want anything to do with The Perfect Outlaw."
Tedison: "But but wasn't it you who told Kilgore that the only way things were ever going to work is if he, I mean you, I mean hell, I don't know what I mean anymore!"
Leon: *Sighs* "Yes, Tedison, it was me who told Kilgore to unmask Outlaw. However, I've had time to think since then. The bond between Kilgore and I is not as strong as it once was, leaving me ample time to think things over without his intrusion. Nothing good can come of this. Even if Kilgore does unmask Outlaw it won't change a damn thing. The separation will occur regardless, and Kilgore knows that. He knew that from the very beginning. All the animosity he holds towards Outlaw is based on nothing more than his insatiable desire to ruin the lives of everyone around him, no matter what. He's a sick man Tedison, and if I were you I'd stay as far away from him as possible. Things are going to get much, much worse from here on in."
Tedison: "So let me get this straight; you don't want to pursue The Perfect Outlaw anymore, despite the fact that it was you who convinced Kilgore to go after him in the first place?"
Leon: "You're not seeing the bigger picture here Tedison. Yes, I told Kilgore to destroy Outlaw because I though it would help me get away from him. The thing is Kilgore had already made his mind up."
Tedison: "About what?"
Leon: "About who he wanted to punish next. He feuded with Power G and what happened? Power G is no more. Then comes along The Perfect Outlaw, a guy who wears his heart on the outside. That mask is everything to Outlaw and Kilgore knew that. He just never let on that he knew. He used my anguish as some bullshit cover-up."
Tedison: "Okay, this is getting way too complicated. Is there ANY way you could simply this?"
Leon: "Unfortunately Tedison it's never simple. Not when Kilgore's involved anyway. You see, he's "
Kilgore: " Shut up Leon."
The sudden change in Leon's voice startled Tedison, who once again found his self backing away as Kilgore's deep, twisted voice cut Leon off mid-sentence. Tedison then watched in a curious sort of horror as Kilgore and Leon began to converse, the constant change in pitch, depth and severity serving only to frighten Tedison further.
Kilgore: "You've got some nerve boy, thinking you could push me away."
Leon: "I've said what I needed to say asshole. You're too late."
Kilgore: "Too late? Too late for what exactly? Too late to stop you from moaning like a whore? I fail to see why that should bother me."
Leon: "Well "
Kilgore: "You're a joke Leon, and not a particularly amusing one at that. Why do you even try? We both know which one of us is going to survive the separation."
Leon: "Whatever."
Kilgore: "Whatever? Is that the best you can do? I'm ashamed to have ever shared this body with you!"
Leon: "Fuck you! This is MY body, not yours! I was born Leon Calvano, NOT Kilgore! You're the parasite here!"
Kilgore: "Look at you getting all worked up over something that is entirely YOUR doing. Like I said Leon, it was YOU who created me. You were too weak and pathetic to deal with the stress. I saved you, and you repay me by trying for so long to deny my existence? I think not. This is my body now Leon. I earned it. I deserve it."
Leon: "The only thing you deserve is a slow, painful death!"
Kilgore: "And how would that work exactly? You can't rid this world of me unless you kill yourself, and you just don't have it in you."
Leon: " "
Kilgore: "You know what's funny Leon? You'd have to make the ultimate sacrifice to dispose of me but for me to finally be free of you and your laughable idealism all I have to do is separate a man and his mask. If, nay, WHEN I accomplish that I will have proven just how useless you are, and by doing that all ties will be severed and you will be gone. Try and delay the inevitable all you want Leon but when all is said and done you will be dead, leaving me to bring new life to this rejuvenated corpse."
Leon: " "
A moment's silence passed and eventually both Kilgore and Tedison realized that Leon was long gone. Kilgore looked over at Tedison, who was practically frozen to the spot, and then he quickly walked over to him with an incensed look on his face. Although Tedison couldn't find it in himself to move he did manage to tremble as Kilgore stopped in front of him, his eyes burning with an unrivalled intensity.
Kilgore: "Tedison, know this. What you witnessed tonight was chaos in the mind. What The Perfect Outlaw will witness at Downfall is chaos in the flesh. Tonight is just the appetizer. Downfall, Outlaw Kilgore feeds well."
With that said Kilgore walked off-camera, shoving past Tedison as he did. Even after Kilgore had left Tedison remained almost motionless, his eyes wide and unblinking as the sweat ran down his cheeks
Poppa: Can you say schizophrenia?
Stanyer: Probably not actually. But to see two personalities which are so completely opposite, that they actually argue with each other, is scary.
Poppa: The question is, who will win the battle?
Stanyer: If it turns out to be Kilgore, god help The Perfect Outlaw, and any other deity's you can find.
Poppa: Like, say, Nightshade!!
Stanyer: Do you ever get tired of getting in Nightshade puns?
Poppa: Gotta keep up my record, one every week.
Stanyer: Well, we're going backstage now to Sandstorm, who's doing final preparations for his upcoming tag match.
Sandstorm is shown in his locker room getting ready for his match with Davey K and TPO. He looks at himself in the mirror while he tapes up his hands, and cracks an almost demonic smirk. He looks into the camera deeply through the mirror.
Sandstorm: You thought that I would just move on didn't you Davey? You thought that a simple chair shot, or a post-match beat down would cut it for me. How wrong you are. I am not a forgetful man Davey, I remember everyone who has ever screwed me in life, and right now, you are numero uno on my list.
Sandstorm turns around and takes off his PWF shirt to get ready for the match. He looks into the camera without blinking an eye, almost as if he has been momentarily possessed.
Sandstorm: Superstar Davey K, remember last week when I told you that your main event run was going to be over soon? Well, times up. My reign has begun, and yours, well, let's just say, you can't stop a truck if it hasn't already started to move. Tonight Davey K, is your very last stand, and your very last performance in front of an audience who aren't hospital patients.
Sandstorm smiles and walks out of his dressing room.
Stanyer: Well folks, it looks like everyone is ready for this big tag match, which combines two of our biggest matches for Downfall.
Poppa: A victory here would give both men an extra confidence boost going into the PPV.
Credit: Splinter
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!!!
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 eg BMW etc. The camera zooms into the number plate, 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 confidently 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
Suddenly, the lights flicker for a moment, and then they appear to go off, and the arena is plunged into darkness. The UltraTron suddenly lights up, and a mysterious video begins to play
The scene opens with merry go round music playing in the back round. There are clowns and dark objects flashing by. Suddenly The music starts to go faster and the bass gets deeper as Clown faces covered in blood flash by as the merry go round in the back round is spinning faster and faster. A busty ripped arm flashes in the screen as then another clown faces as there are starting to get more demonic .Laughs are heard briefly but sound. Another Arm flashes is the screen as the camera view is moving up, Then a ripped built chest is show as Blood is dripping down the edges. Laughs are then heard more deeply, A clown mask is show as the background turns a mixture of black and red. A voice is then heard in the drift.
Voice: The Time is Here . The Time is Now . Why Not Now.
Laughs are then heard even louder then before.
Voice: PWF . This Is No Laughing Matter ..Your Forsaken Son Is Coming Home .
The scene fades with a shot of the clown mask sitting on a wooden table. As the scene fades It shows a strong hand grab the mask off the table. Then, as suddenly as the lights went out, they come back on, and the crowd begins to murmur.
Stanyer: Who was that?
Poppa: I guess we will have to wait to find out.
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, "Sugarcoat" by Breaking Benjamin 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 Rage of the Sahara", SANDSTORM
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: The match starts off as Davey K steps into the ring and nods to TPO to signal that Davey K is the man that will start this match off. Davey stands in his corner, thinking that it will be Sandstorm who starts the match off, but realises his mistake when Kilgore comes through the ropes menacingly. Kilgore cracks his knuckles and then his neck before proceeding to advance on Davey. Davey looks a little bit worried, but quickly runs and baseball slides between Kilgore's legs. He jumps up and then starts to land forearm shots to Kilgore's back, causing the big man to stagger forwards. He is turned round and whipped to the ropes by Davey, on the way back Davey puts Kilgore down with a drop toe hold. He then lays a few stomps across Kilgore's back before tagging in TPO. TPO comes in and pulls Kilgore up, the two men throw him to the ropes and then nail the big man with a double elbow to the face. TPO drops an elbow drop across Kilgore's face, he then gets up to his feet and drops a second elbow. He then pulls Kilgore up and throws him to the ropes again, Davey K then drop toe holds Kilgore down into a TPO knee to the face style facebuster! Kilgore rolls away holding his face in all sorts of pain. TPO drops a leg across Kilgore's throat as Davey K leaves the ring, TPO covers ..1 Kilgore powers out with authority. He instantly starts to pull himself up, TPO tries to put him back down with stomps but Kilgore fights his way up to his feet. TPO can't believe it as Kilgore starts to pound on him with right hands. Kilgore forces TPO back onto the ropes and then throws him to the ropes, on the way back Kilgore hoists TPO up and then proceeds to nail him with a hard overhead back drop, TPO crashes into the mat with a massive impact.
Poppa: Kilgore seems to be a one man Paptising machine.
Stanyer: He's a very tough competitor, as we've seen it's very hard to keep him down.
Kilgore pulls TPO up and proceeds to nail TPO with a hammerlocked northern lights suplex. He pulls TPO up and then drags him over to his corner, Kilgore tags in Sandstorm and then proceeds to lock TPO up in a full nelson. Sandstorm then nails TPO with a thai roundhouse kick, Kilgore uses the momentum to throw TPO over and nail him with a full nelson suplex! Kilgore releases the full nelson, TPO is left on a heap on the mat as Sandstorm takes over fully, starting to pound away on TPO with stomp after stomp. Sandstorm pulls TPO up and throws him into the corner. Kilgore holds his arms out of the way as Sandstorm starts to pound away with punches and chops, he hammers away before proceeding to punch TPO right in the face as hard as he could. Kilgore lets go, the Definition Of Perfection falls forwards and lays in a heap on the mat. Sandstorm pulls TPO up and throws him to the ropes, on the way back Sandstorm clotheslines him down hard. Sandstorm then picks TPO up, he hoists Sandstorm up and proceeds to nail him with a hideous Mummification (Rack Pancake)! The Perfect Outlaw bounces up and off the mat in a vile fashion, Sandstorm covers TPO 1 2 TPO kicks up and out just before the count of three. Sandstorm now gets angry, he gets up and starts to pound away with stomp after stomp, he then drops a big elbow drop before proceeding to pull the Perfect Outlaw up. He then goes to whip him to the ropes, but TPO counters and it is Sandstorm who comes off the ropes straight into a spinebuster! Then with the last of his energy The Perfect Outlaw locks in the Operation Utopia (Sharpshooter)! Sandstorm screams in pain as TPO pulls back with all of his energy. Sandstorm is in a lot of pain as he pulls himself towards the ropes, he just reaches and grabs on. The referee orders TPO to break the hold, he does so only to stagger over and tag in Davey K!
Poppa: Business is about to pick up!
Stanyer: I think Sandstorm is about to get an ass kicking.
Kilgore comes in and runs towards Davey K only to get sent right back down to the mat with a Davey KO (Sweet Chin Music)! Kilgore hits the mat hard, Davey K pulls Sandstorm up and hits the Pimpin' Bomb (Evenflow DDT)! Davey covers Sandstorm 1 2 Sandstorm kicks up and out of the pinfall. Sandstorm rolls away, holding his head in pain from the awesome impact of the last manoeuvre. Davey grabs Kilgore, talks some trash to him and then throws him over the ropes to the outside. Davey then beckons Sandstorm up to his feet, yelling out to him. Sandstorm has to pull himself up on the ring ropes, he is still holding his head in pain. He turns straight into a kick to the gut. Davey K nods his head smiling, and then proceeds to hook his arms and nail Sandstorm with the Superstar Slam (Pedigree)! Davey rolls Sandstorm over and covers him 1 2 Suddenly Davey is pulled off Sandstorm and to the outside of the ring by Kilgore. Kilgore nails three hard rights which cause Davey to stagger back, Kilgore then proceeds to hoists Davey up and nail him with the Eighth Sin (Fireman's Carry Into Spiked Fisherman's Buster) on the floor mats on the outside! Davey lays still on the outside of the ring, Kilgore pulls him up and rolls him back in, Sandstorm twitches over and covers. The referee has no choice but to count 1 TPO comes running in, Kilgore comes in from the other side of the ring 2 Kilgore nails TPO with a hard Harbinger (Jumping Yakuza Kick) 3!
Poppa: Its over!
Stanyer: What? How did the referee not call that a DQ?
Poppa: It's the referee's decision.
Kilgore pulls TPO up and then slams his head into the turnbuckle, he then turns TPO round and proceeds to whip him to the ropes, on the way back TPO gets hoisted up and nails with the Eradicator (Tilt-A-Whirl Kneeling Gutbuster)! Kilgore pulls TPO up and kicks him to the outside of the ring, Sandstorm rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair from next to the announce table. He rolls back in and slams it down. Kilgore pulls Davey K up and holds him in front of Sandstorm, Sandstorm yells abuse at Davey K for a few seconds before grabbing him and hitting the Mirage (Cradle DDT) down onto the steel chair, causing Davey Ks head to bounce off the chair hard. Sandstorm gets up and yells some more abuse at Davey K, Kilgore is already celebrating on the turnbuckle as the two men in the ring get rained with boos.
Stanyer: That was totally uncalled for, I hope Rhoades decides to fine both of them for this assault, because that's what it was, an assault.
Poppa: I just can't wait until the PPV, when we'll see Davey take on Sandstorm, and TPO take on Kilgore, those two matches will tear the house down.
Gold letters appear over a black screen.
REX IDOL: BEHIND THE MACHISMO part 3
The words fade out and are replaced by a photograph of Rex Idol pinning and unidentified opponent. Across the bottom of the screen, a credit is given for the following voice-over - "The Amazing Larry", chauffeur/personal valet/attorney at law.
Amazing Larry: Rex is an Amazing talent, he won the IWF World Heavyweight title in only his second match in the fed. Simply Amazing!
Another credit - Mickey "Da Mook" McQueen - appears on the bottom of the screen, as the second speaker begins.
Da Mook: Yeah, I trained da punk, and yeah, he's good, but he only got dat title shot 'cause of his mouth. I'm telling you da guy don't shut up! He won one measley match, and he sez he's da best to anybody who'll listen. Ran his mouth so much, da friggin' champ came lookin' for him. Lucky for Rex, da champ was a bum.
The picture changes to a shot of Rex posing with the IWF World Title belt, and a half a dozen beautiful women.
Amazing Larry: The legend of The PARAGON really began in the IWF. He held the title three times in a league where no one else won it more than once. Amazing, I'd say.
Da Mook: And I thought the guy had a big head before he got da belt! He loses it da first time, but gets it back a week later. Da second title run was crazy, I tell ya! Friggin' broads everywhere you looked, it took everything I had to get him to train at all. "Enough with da broads!" I sez.
In the next photo we see Rex standing in the middle of the ring after a match. He has the title belt over his shoulder and is holding a microphone.
Amazing Larry: It's was a sad day back in September of 2000 when Rex announced he was retiring from the ring after his Amazing third title win. I wept openly.
Da Mook: So dis guy sez he's hanging up his boots to go make some more crappy movies and records! What a dope, I sez.
The next photo fades in showing Rex being interviewed by Carson Rollins in front of a large SEW logo.
Amazing Larry: The time Rex spent in the SEW was, quite frankly, Amazing. He elevated his game to a higher level. A level that I don't think anyone even knew existed. So Amazing.
Da Mook: Yeah, he asked me to train him again for da SE'dub, but I told him screw dat! Who needs da headache? And I was right, did you see what a jerk-off he was over there? Hangin' out with friggin' Australians and what not.
We next see Rex with the SEW Imperial title belt and holding up a fan's sign at ringside - "Rex Idol: SEW's #1 Guy!"
Amazing Larry: Nobody in the business has done, had ever done before, or will ever do again, the type of Amazing things Rex did in the SEW. After he hooked up with the top stable in the industry, the DUX, Rex accomplished something truly Amazing. At a time when the World title was vacant, Rex elevated a secondary title to the primary one. He established himself as the #1 guy, he willed himself to the top.
Da Mook: Dis friggin' guy. He just decides he's da top guy, right? Just sez he's da man, and people is supposed to go along with dat? Da guy don't know from payin' dues!
The next picture fades in, and we see Rex slumping into the bottom turnbuckle, apparantly exhausted, but with a big smile on his face.
Amazing Larry: Rex's winning of the Reign of The Empire Rumble was the most Amazing thing I'd ever seen. Every big name in wrestling was in that match, and Rex won it with grace and dignity. In my mind this solidified his status as the best thing going today.
Da Mook: Don't get me wrong, da guy busted his hump winnin' dat Rumble, but as usual, he makes an ass out a himself along da way. Dis guy goes out da ring, under da bottom rope, and goes and does commentary wit da pencil-necks at the announce table? Back in my day every guy in da ring woulda made damn sure dat guy was going home early dat night!
The next picture is a shot of Rex flying high in the air as he is performing his trademark Idolbuster off of the "Sovereign-Tron".
Amazing Larry: Rex showed the world how the great ones step their game up when it really counts. I think the footage of his performance in winning the SEW World Title should be preserved at the Smithsonian Institute. That night he did us all the small favour of redefining the parameters of human existence. The man is... what's the word I'm looking for? Ah, yes... Amazing.
Da Mook: He damn near got himself killed in dat match! And for what? Grandstandin' I tell ya! Da guy's an ego-maniac, always has been, always will be.
Our final shot of Rex features The PARAGON wearing the SEW World title belt at a press conference. He is unveiling a new t-shirt with the words "REX - The 10,000 Day Reign Begins" printed in gold lettering.
Amazing Larry: Rex said he would hold the SEW title for as long as he wanted, and he was right. I can't prove it, but I think the ownership knew it too. I think they knew that the fed could never get any better than it was right then, with Rex on top, so they closed it down to preserve the Reign of The PARAGON. That took an Amazing amount of foresight and courage to do that.
Da Mook: "10,000 Day Reign". Enough wit dis guy, makin' me wanna puke! I need a drink!
The picture fades, but is replaced by the PWF logo
Amazing Larry: Out of all this, the most Amazing thing of is that, unbelievably, the best is yet to come. The PWF has been blessed with the Third Coming of The PARAGON. The biggest star on the biggest stage. It's going to be Amazing.
A few quick credits role, before the screen goes black. But then we cut to a video of Rex Idol sitting in a library. He is wearing glasses, and is trying to look studious.
Rex Idol: "Hello, I'm Rex Idol. You've just been watching "REX IDOL: BEHIND THE MACHISMO", an unflinching look at The PARAGON. If you're interested in learning more about The PARAGON Rex Idol, be sure to visit your local bookstore.
He holds up the book he's reading
Rex Idol: Ask for this book - "Rex: Confessions of a Dangerous Libido". And remember, reading is fundamental.
Picture fades out on a grinning Rex Idol.
Stanyer: Well, Rex Idol is going to have to draw on all of his extensive experience, as he takes on the #1 contender to the World Title, Homicide.
Poppa: And a man not just on a mission, but a very nasty mean streak.
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!!!
The arena blackens and the opening cords of "Awake" by Godsmack 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 erupts into a fury of boos and jeers when the curtain moves aside and His Massacreness steps out on the stage and swaggers down to ringside, occasionally giving the odd fan an angry glare. 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 two men circle around each other, waiting for the bell to ring. As soon as Mark Johnson makes the signal, Homicide & Rex Idol slam into a collar and elbow tieup. They try to overpower each other, and eventually the bigger Homicide is successful and pushes Rex into the corner. He then opens up with a volley of right hands. He delivers a quick boot to the gut and then whips Rex towards the opposite corner. Homicide charges in looking for a big clothesline, but Rex sidesteps out of harms way. Homicide stops himself and then quickly spins around trying to catch Rex out with a clothesline. But Rex is too smart for that, and easily ducks the move and boots Homicide in the gut. Rex then opens up with a flurry of right hands of his own, he then hooks Homicide up and goes for a Vertical Suplex, but Homicide blocks it. Rex tries again, but Homicide blocks it a second time and then connects with a body shot. Homicide then slides around the back of Homicide to lock in a waistlock. He then lifts Rex up and plants him with a Back Drop. He goes for an early cover. Homicide doesn't even get a 1 count. Homicide pulls Rex up, but gets pushed back and Rex scores with a boot to the gut, followed swiftly by a European Uppercut. Homicide staggers backwards into the ropes holding his jaw. Rex moves in and hits a boot to the gut and then irish whips Homicide. Rex charges at Homicide and flattens him with a flawless Reverse Elbow. Rex then takes a few steps towards the ropes and then shows off his muscles, while Homicide quickly springs to his feet. He turns around, and gets flattened by Homicide's aggressive clothesline. Rex gets up, his eyes glazed over. Homicide hits a pair of right hands and then whips Rex into the ropes. Homicide then sends Rex flying into the air with a Flapjack. Rex bounces up quickly holding his gut, only for Homicide to snap him over with a perfect Powerslam. Homicide hooks the leg back. ..1 .2 Rex kicks out.
Stanyer: We're expecting this to be a very even match. Homicide has a slight edge in terms of size and weight. But other than that, it's hard to choose between them.
Poppa: I've seen Rex wrestle many times in SEW, and he has an extraordinary ability to find new ways to win matches.
Stanyer: Against someone of the calibre of Homicide, he will need a new way.
Poppa: I think you'll quickly find that Rex Idol is of that same calibre.
Homicide pulls Rex up and gives him a hard knee to the gut. He then whips him towards the corner, but Rex reverses and Homicide slams into the turnbuckle. Rex charges in and scores with a big spear. Rex then follows up with a series of shoulder blocks before pulling Homicide away from the corner and hooking him up in a Front Facelock. He delivers a perfect Vertical Suplex with a floatover into a pin. .1 .. Homicide powers out. Rex mounts Homicide and scores with a few right hands before deciding to pull Homicide up to his feet. Rex boots Homicide in the gut and hooks both arms and attempts a Double Underhook Suplex, but Homicide blocks it. Rex knees Homicide in the chest and then tries again, but Homicide blocks a 2nd time and then powers Rex up, but instead of a back body drop, Homicide grabs Rex's legs and snaps him back down with the awesome force of the Alabama Slammer. Homicide goes for the cover. .1 2 Rex shoots his shoulder off the canvas. Homicide pulls Rex up to his feet and gives him a hard knee across the chest. He then scoops him up and plants him with a devastating Backbreaker. Homicide isn't finished yet however, and pulls Rex back up and delivers a 2nd backbreaker, this one with even more force. Now he goes for the cover. 1 2 .. Rex kicks his shoulder off the canvas and as Homicide sits up, he rolls onto his stomach and reaches for his back.
Poppa: Oh dear, a mistake there from Rex Idol, if he was facing one of the younger wrestlers, he'd probably get away with things like that, but against a man with the experience of Homicide, not a chance.
Stanyer: Mistake? I don't get ya?
Poppa: He showed a weakness, the moment he reached out for his back. Sure, it might be hurting like hell from the two backbreakers, but you don't make it plain and obvious that your back is hurting, you suck it up and carry on as normal.
Stanyer: But now he's just handed Homicide a strategy on a plate.
Poppa: Bingo.
Homicide pulls Rex up to his feet and whips him hard into the corner, so hard that Rex hits it chest first. Homicide then charges and spears Rex in the back, crushing him in the corner. Rex drops to his knees and reaches in vain to hold his injured back. Homicide pulls Rex up and lifts him up from behind, and then drives him down with a Falling Back Drop, he floats over into a cover. 1 ..2 Rex gets his left shoulder off the canvas. Homicide pulls Rex up and then delivers a hard forearm across the back. Rex grimaces in pain, but Homicide won't let him drop to the mat, instead he snaps on a waistlock and then delivers a Snap German Suplex. Rex looks in tremendous pain as he rolls to his stomach, trying to make it difficult for Homicide to get the pinfall. But Homicide isn't interested in a cover at the moment, instead he pulls Rex back up to his feet and then lifts him up suplex style and then dumps him on the top rope. Homicide then climbs onto the 2nd rope and repositions Rex so he is across his back, and then dives off backwards with a Super Samoan Drop. Homicide reaches back to hook the leg. .1 .2 . Rex just gets his right shoulder up, a definite 2 and 9/10ths.
Stanyer: That took an awful lot out of Rex, kicking out of that move.
Poppa: And it looks like the punishment won't end there.
Rex has already rolled onto his stomach, but that doesn't bother Homicide, who grabs Rex's arms and knees on his back and then wrenches back to complete the Surfboard. Mark Johnson slides down to go face to face with Rex, and asks him if he wants to give up, but Rex shakes his head. Homicide wrenches back further, and the ref asks again, but still Rex won't give up. Homicide smiles, and then releases the hold. He pulls Rex up and then pushes him towards the corner, chest first. Homicide then rears back and drives a vicious knee into the lower back. Homicide ignores the jeers of the crowd and delivers two more violent knees across Rex's back. He then backs away to the centre of the ring and charges in, attempting to crush Rex in the corner, but he moves out of the way and Homicide crashes into the turnbuckle. Rex bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but his weakened back is slowing him down, and Homicide ducks the clothesline and in the same motion, scoops Rex up and drills him into the mat with a Sidewalk Slam, he hooks the leg. .1 ..2 .. Rex just gets his shoulder up, but is looking weaker by the second. Homicide drags Rex up to his feet, Idol gets in a few rabbit punches, but they are too weak to do any real damage. Homicide then powers Rex up above his head into a Military Press. He paces around the ring, then drops Rex onto his shoulder and delivers Intentional Homicide (Body Press to Front Slam). Instead of going for a cover, Homicide rolls Rex over and pulls both legs back and locks on the Boston Crab. Instantly you can hear a groan of pain from Rex as the pain on his back increases tenfold. You see him raises his arm, thinking about tapping out, but something makes him put it back down again. Mark Johnson asks Rex if he wants to give up, but Rex refuses. Homicide leans back just a little further, and Rex groans again. Now he reaches out towards the nearest ropes, but he's a good 4 feet away. A look of determination comes across Rex's face and with what can only be a surge of adrenalin, uses both hands to power himself up and crawl across towards the ropes. Homicide leans back a little further, and Rex falters for a second, but takes a deep breath and stretches as far as he can and manages to grab the bottom rope, which is accompanied by a loud cheer from the crowd.
Stanyer: Unbelievable resilience from Rex, I know of many a wrestler who would have tapped out by now.
Poppa: But his back must be destroying him now, he needs to mount some offence, you can only absorb so many attacks, the human body has its limits, even for the best of us.
Homicide releases the submission hold, thinking he's won the match, but when Mark Johnson informs him that it was because of a rope break, he almost knocks him out, but holds himself back, if only to save himself from a disqualification. Homicide goes after Rex, who is pulling himself to his feet using the ropes. Homicide goes to grab Rex, but leaves himself open to attack, which Idol takes full advantage of with a jarring elbow to the face. Homicide backs away, holding his face, not expecting the attack. Rex lets out a loud roar and charges in and flattens Homicide with a stiff clothesline. Rex winces as pain shoots through his back, but the adrenalin rush helps him keep going. Homicide is up quickly, but Rex boots him in the gut and then plants him with a quick DDT. He hangs on and pulls Homicide up to his feet and plants him with a 2nd DDT. He hangs on again and pulls Homicide up, he then lets out another loud roar as he powers Homicide up and then brings him back down on his head with a Brainbuster. Rex takes a moment out, as his back is hurting him even more after lifting Homicide up, but he reaches over to pull Homicide's leg back for a cover. .1 2 .. Homicide just gets his shoulder up. Rex mounts Homi and begins to unleash a series of right hands, but his anger gets the better of him and he begins to thrash away with left after right after left, not caring where the blows connect, or how many he delivers. When the ref finally pulls Rex off Homicide, we see that Homicide is now busted open above his right eye. Rex pulls Homicide up, but he sneaks in a quick forearm to the back, which disables Rex's offence for a moment. Homicide connects with two right hands, but Rex ducks the third and plants Homicide with a Sambo Suplex, he then hooks the leg for the cover. ..1 ..2 .. Homicide just kicks out. Rex gets to his feet and leans against the ropes, summoning Homicide to his feet. As soon as Homicide is standing, and turns to face him, Rex charges and flattens Homicide with the Rex Bomber (Running Back Elbow). The crowd let out a big cheer, as they know what comes next.
Poppa: That's it, that's the signal for the Idolbuster!!
Stanyer: Rex looks set to pull off what will be a memorable victory.
Rex is standing on the 2nd rope, waiting for Homicide to get to his feet. He then dives off, looking for the Idolbuster (Flipping Neckbreaker), but Homicide moves out of the way, fortunately Rex lands in a roll and is quickly to his feet. He charges in at Homicide, trying to catch him by surprise, but it is Rex who is surprised, when Homicide pushes him up in the air and then brings him down with a sitout Powerbomb. Homicide then grabs both legs and flips Rex over and locks in the Boston Crab once again. Rex wastes no time in trying to reach out for the ropes, and begins to crawl across the 3 feet he needs to make up to be able to reach the ropes, but Homicide is making no mistakes this time, and pulls Rex well away from the ropes into the centre of the ring. He then wrenches back on the hold, and Rex's hand comes up, as he considers tapping out. Once again he puts it back down again and refuses to give up. Now slumped down against the canvas, Rex is getting weaker by the second, and Homicide wrenches back even further, just to make things worse. The referee checks on Rex, he raises him arm, and it slumps instantly to the canvas, dead weight. Mark Johnson immediately signals for the bell.
Poppa: Did he tap out? Did he give up? I don't get it.
Stanyer: It looks like he passed out. The pain just got too much for his body to take.
Poppa: That shows just how determined he really is. He simply would not consciously give up, his body had to do it for him.
Stanyer: Indeed, Rex put up a tremendous fight, at one point it looked like he might just win the match, but it just wasn't meant to be.
Poppa: If the Downfall PPV matches are as good as this, then we are in for a treat.
Stanyer: Well folks, we are out of time now, don't forget the new date for the Downfall PPV, Monday March 24th, the PWF breaks with it's tradition of Sunday PPV's for this one occasion, as we celebrate the 2nd anniversary of the new PWF.
Poppa: It's sure to be a spectacular occasion, we'll both be there.
Stanyer: Havoc is sure to be back sometime in April, as we get into our tour of Canada leading up to The End of the World IV. Hope to see you all, March 24th, the United Center, Chicago, Illnois, for Downfall. See you there folks.
Our final shots are of Homicide celebrating in the ring, and signalling to the fans that he'll be the winner at Downfall. The cameras fade to the PWF logo.
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