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Edmonton Centre
Edmonton,Alberta,Canada
Saturday June 14th 2003
Attendance: 20,184
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome back to Saturday Night Havoc!!!!
Poppa: It's good to be back Jay.
Stanyer: As you can now tell, Big Poppa here has retained his spot as the Havoc colour commentator.
Poppa: It was that, or Dave Harley came back.
Stanyer: You can guess what my opinion on that subject was.
Poppa: What I want to know, is why they didn't replace you with Eric Gellar .
Stanyer: Don't push your luck. Anyway folks, it's good to be back on TV once again. As you are all aware, thanks to press conference a few weeks ago, a Tournament begins tonight, and concludes next week, with the winner becoming the #1 contender to the World Title.
Poppa: They will then go on to fight at The End of the World in the Double Jeapordy Match, along with Sabre and an opponent of his choice.
Stanyer: Sabre earned the right to choose his own opponent because he won the Rumble in the Bronx, which earned him a shot at the very title he holds. It was Mr. Pellington's decision to give Sabre a free choice of opponent.
Poppa: Let's hope he chooses well.
Stanyer: But now, let's get this show on the road.
"The Memory Remains" by Metallica his the arena as PWF Owner, Michael Pellington, makes his way down to the ring. He's all business tonight, wearing a sharp grey business suit. He steps through the ropes and asks for a microphone.
Pellington: "First of all, I'd like to welcome everyone in this arena, and all those at home, back to Saturday Night Havoc!!!
Big cheer from the crowd
Pellington: "Tonight marks the beginning of our grand tour of Canada. (another loud pop). It's been over a year and a half since we last visited Canada, well that will change from now on, as after The End of the World PPV, we will be making regular trips north of the border.
Another loud cheer from the crowd.
Pellington: "As you are all aware, the two rosters have merged together, meaning that competition in the PWF has been cranked up a notch. Every single wrestler in the PWF is going to have to work their ass off if they want to make it to the top. As you are aware, we have a few too many titles. One set of titles has already been sacrificed, and that is of course, the Tag Team Titles. That leaves us with 5 singles titles. The decision has been made to reduce that to just 3, as most of you are already aware. The European Title & the TV Title will be merged next week to create the United States Title. While the World Title & the PWF Title are to be merged in the main event of The End of the World PPV. This will restore the greatest title in wrestling today to it's true status, the PWF World Heavyweight Title.
Just as Pellington finishes, "Brand New Hate" by the Backyard Babies suddenly fires up and automatically the capacity crowd get to their feet, instantly booing the PWF's most hated man before he even makes it past the backstage area. Finally, as the tron flashes image after image of Sabre either hitting numerous PWF superstars from behind or performing the cocky pin, the man himself struts out to the head of the ramp, taking in all the negativity with arms raised. With a sneer and wave of the hands, Sabre slowly makes his way down the ramp and up the steel steps, paying zero attention to the fans jeering him at the barricade. He motions for Pellington to open the ropes for him to climb through but the head of the PWF merely looks at him with a raised eyebrow. Instead, the senior official runs up and sits on the middle rope. Sabre climbs in and once more raises his arms to the arena which is met by more boos before taking a mic. Looking around, Sabre finally settles his eyes on Pellington...
Sabre: "It looks like the liposuction was a big success Big Dave, congratulations."
The crowd break into the usual 'Sabre sucks' chant, and Sabre quickly tries to cut it off with a swift "Shut the hell up!" but that's only given fuel to the fire and Sabre can only grimace as the arena chant finally dies down...
Sabre: "Yes, Big Dave sure did put the Defiance roster through hell... most of all yours truly. Every time I entered the ring he'd set up obstacles that no mere PWF superstar could handle, all in the hopes that I would drop my precious title..."
Sabre touches the gleaming metal on his shoulder as he goes on...
Sabre: "However what Big Dave didn't realise was... I am no mere PWF superstar. Big Dave was jealous of the fact that I was and always will be THE MAN. This complete package standing before you has the golden ticket into End of the World, the pay per view every single superstar is striving to compete in. Not only that, but because of my unbelievable talent, unspeakable ability and... heck, I'll even put it down to good looks.... I get to call the shots for my match. Ladies and gentlemen... thank you for supporting the best of the best!"
Boos saturate the ring but nothing can wipe the smile from the PWF title holders face...
Sabre: "Now I'll be the first to admit that Nigtshade took me to hell and back. Combine all my opponents, double their toughness, and that's what I faced at a Date With Destiny. One tough son of a bitch. So.... you can thank him because Nightshade is the reason I can't wrestle tonight. Sorry folks. You see, my doctor has told me I still have...."
Sabre quickly looks at his watch...
Sabre: "2.239 hours before I can return to the ring. But hey, to please the fans out there, I decided to come down to this ring and talk to the big boss man about a few things... and I gotta say mate, some of the things you mentioned just then have got me scratching my head a bit."
Sabre rounds on Mr. Pellington, who raises his eyebrow once more...
Sabre: "Unifying the titles at End of the World? That's news to me. You know I like to be informed about those sort of things before the rabble. I mean... The PWF's highest honour? I'm sorry mate but your looking at the PWF's highest honour sitting on my shoulder. This title right here has proven its worth time and time again... it's been bathed in the blood, sweat and tears of your truly which automatically vetos any other title for contention to the frame 'highest honour'... and hey, don't get me started on that 'other' World title. Sheesh, what's up with that bit of scrap metal?"
Sabre chuckles and tries to poke Mr. Pellington in the rib as...
"Awake" by Godsmack explodes over the speakers, jerking all heads toward the new PWF Heavyweight Champion, His Massacreness, clad in leather pants and a muscle t-shirt, not to mention his shiny new title, as he steps out from the curtain with a microphone in hand and confidently swaggers to the ring, stopping only to consult a few jeering fans. Then Homicide climbs up the ring steps and into the ring, making a B-line until he is literally three inches away from Sabre, never breaking a stare with him as he raises the mic to his lips;
Homicide: "You know, Sabre, you sure talk a lotta shit for someone who wouldn't last two minutes in the ring with me.."
The crowd is filled with "oohs" and "ouches" as Sabre begins to grit his teeth in anger, but before he can retaliate, Homicide continues;
Homicide: "Oh, you forgot already? Let me refresh your memory.. Last Man Standing II, Finals, you and me.. *counts out on his fingers right in Sabre's face* ONE.. TWO.. THREE!! I handed you your ass, buddy, and left you for the mid-carders where you BELONG.. You don't even belong in the same ring with *flashes the Heavyweight belt* THIS title.."
Sabre is ready to snap as he steps up to Homicide, only to get laughed at.. Sabre is fuming while Mr. Pellington stands back from a distance, keeping a watchful eye.
Homicide: "..And what are you gonna' do, pal? You hear this *laughs in Sabre's face*? I'm laughing at you, Sabre.. *gets in his face* I'm LAUGHING! We are ALL laughing.. You are the BIGGEST joke in this industry.. You want REPSECT, but you've done NOTHING to deserve it.. NOTHING! I've clawed from the bottom to the TOP of the ladder here, taking down everyone from NOBODIES to LEGENDS, ALL so that I can stand here now with the HIGHEST honor in the federation.. Even Pellington says that I hold the REAL title here.. Your claim to fame is what? That glorified US Title? Pah-leez.. That thing means as much as the plastic belts they sell to ten year olds on the internet 'cuz THEY TOO think that they are SOMETHING.. But ya' know what, Sabre? They only overassume HALF as much as YOU do.. Everyone has their role in this business.. My role is to take names and kick the asses of people like you who THINK they are something.. You are a comedy act with a shiny new prop.. I am here because I EARNED my place atop the company instead of being BESTOWED with the PRIVILIDGE.. You will NEVER be more than one-half of an AVERAGE tag team in which the talented half found a job as an announcer and the other half is a one-note JOKE........................"
Sabre charges Homicide but Pellington steps in just in time, ordering both men to back off. With resistance at first, order is finally restored. Sabre has a dead-lock stare on Homicide, but His Massacreness returns a grin to Sabre's grit.
Pellington: "Will you two just shut up!!!! Now Sabre was right, until the two titles are merged at The End of the World, they both hold equal status as the top titles in the PWF. Whether either of you two actually deserve to hold those titles is another matter. I won't have this kind of conduct from my World Champions, you'll either behave, or I'll find someone else hold your titles.
The two wrestlers suddenly seem a little less hostile.
Pellington: "Now, I gave Sabre the oppurtunity to choose his own opponent for EotW, because he has earned that right. I could have given Homicide that same choice, but may I remind you of what you did at the end of the Downfall PPV. Where taking the title off Gambino wasn't enough? You had to beat the man down after the match had ended. That isn't the conduct of a champion. So instead, I devised this tournament, where the winner will go on to face you at EotW. So until next week Homicide, you could be facing any one of Kilgore, MVD, Splinter, Brod, Davey K, Sandstorm, Nightshade or Gambino."
After hearing Antonio Gambino as one of the entrants, His Massacreness has a little idea of his own;
Homicide: "Gambino? GAMBINO? Of all the people who actually deserve to fight for such an honor that I hold, Antonio Gambino shouldn't even be mentioned within the same breath! He's NOTHING anymore.. He's just a washed-up old-fart who I put out of his MISERY after the match to spare him and the company the EMBARRASSMENT of holding on any longer! I wiped the mat with him at Downfall and proved that he doesn't even deserve to be in the same SPOTLIGHT as the title, Pel, and YOU KNOW IT!!"
Pellington is uphauled that anyone would speak of a legend like Gambino in that tune, and cuts off Homicide there..
Pellington: "Did I ASK for your opinion? NO, I did not, and nor do I want your opinion. I've chosen who will participate in this tournament, and Gambino deserves a spot in this tournament just because of the way you treated him at Downfall, let alone the fact he is a THREE TIME PWF World Champion, including the old PWF, and his long string of outstanding performances over the past two years. So yes, he will be in this tournament, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. This discussion is officially over."
The Memory Remains hits again as Sabre & Homicide are seen arguing in the ring again, Pellington breaks them up and gives them a few stern words as the camera fades to commercials.
Stanyer: Welcome back folks, before we kick things off with our opening match, we'll give you all a quick reminder of the brackets for the tournament.
Matt Van Dam v Splinter
Nightshade v Brod
Davey K v Kilgore
Gambino v Sandstorm
Poppa: A reminder that the winners of those matches go on to face each other in a Battle Royal next week on Havoc.
Stanyer: But now, we need to get Havoc back on track with some in-ring action, as Grimm challenges Suicide for the PWF Extreme Title.
Poppa: The perfect way to get the PWF back on track, especially as Grimm is a Canadian, and we are in Canada. You just know that these two will put on a great show.
Stanyer: Indeed, this should be a great matchup.
Credit: Splinter
The lights go out as an air raid siren goes off. After a few seconds, the "Empire Strikes Back" theme starts. After playing for a few moments, it cuts off as pyros explode everywhere and "Get Up Again" by Flaw hits the loud speakers. Out from behind the curtain steps Emperor Suicide. He has a cocky smile on his face as he makes his way down to the ring. With the PWF Extreme Title the Emperor slowly climbs into the ring to greet his subjects. He is handed a mic from a stagehand. Before Suicide can even speak, the fans boo him.
Emperor Suicide: "Quiet Down."
Suicide waves his arms in the air to try to quiet the crows, but they only get louder. Suicide looks pissed off.
Emperor Suicide: "Do you people even know who I am? I am your master."
The booing gets louder.
Emperor Suicide: "I am your EMPEROR."
The booing gets even louder.
Emperor Suicide: "And ever since 'A Date with Destiny' I am YOUR PWF EXTREME CHAMPION."
Suicide relishes in this as the fans continue to boo the champ. A small chuckle comes out of the Emperor, but then an 'asshole' chant starts up.
Emperor Suicide: "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who are you people calling an asshole? In a town like this, you ALL are the assholes, not yours truly."
The chant gets even louder, but then quiets down.
Emperor Suicide: "That's better. Now the reason I came out here was to talk about the giant mess that the Extreme Division has been lately. And as the Extreme Champion, I feel it is MY duty to come out here and explain this to everyone. As you saw on the last Defiance, Grimm and Hanibal both turned in their resignation papers. I was doing color commentary at the time with my good friend Gellar. Anyway, the logical thing, in my mind and everyone else's, was to give the number one contender the title, which was me. Well instead of doing the logical thing, Big Dave comes out and announces a tournament involving myself, Splinter, Solo, and the horrible Johnny Lang."
A few fans laugh at the insult to Lang.
Emperor Suicide: "Now, as you saw, I defeated Splinter in the final and am now YOUR Extreme Champion."
Suicide holds his arms in the air as the boos rain down on him.
Emperor Suicide: "After a little trip to the hospital I was released, and better than ever. But, recently Grimm went back and groveled for his job back. I really didn't care, as I believe that this man does have a little bit of talent, well, at least more than Solo does. I said, 'Hey, give him a second shot.' Pellington did the same. Grimm left because his 'buddy' Hanibal left. I think these two we're a little closer than we all thought. Grimm then realized that no one else would offer him a contract so he came back. So tonight, I defend my Extreme Title against that very man Grimm. After the match is over, not only will Grimm bow before Emperor Suicide, but so will each and every one of you."
The lights go pitch black and "St. Anger" by Metallica hits. The titantron lights up to show a golden Heartagram in the middle of a "grey brickish" background. The heartagram begins to spin horizontally. After about 10 revalutions are done, the heartagram stops dead and blood falls down the screen in a some what bloody water fall style. The blood clears up except for the letters G R I M M. The crowd erupts in a cheer as the music stops and Pyros explode on the stage followed by the starting of "Disposable Teens" by Marlyin Manson. The stage entrance begins to glow red in a heart beat pattern as a figure walks out from behind in. The figure stops in the middle of the stage, faint to see but with the light its still obvious what he is doing. The figure raises his arms in the air in a crucifix postion and red pyros explode everywhere revealing its PWF's King of The Deathmatch, Grimm. The crowd erupts again as Grimm slowly makes his way down to the ring, never once taking his eyes of "Emperor" Suicide. Once Grimm makes it to the ring, the lights completely turn back on. Grimm slides into the ring and pulls a mic from behind him, which was sticking in his trunks
Grimm: The Mystery.......Has.....RETURNED!!!
The crowd erupts in a Grimm chant. Grimm grins for a second but once his attention is back on The Emperor, his face goes serious
Grimm: Good Emperor, your highness, I'm so pleased to walk in the ring with such an extreme icon...
Suicide smiles and bows as the crowd goes into another asshole chant
Grimm: You know some of the things you say are true...Yes you defeat 2 superstars at Date With Destiny to win the newly vacant Extreme Title, and I must agree...you did EXTREMEly well. You are also correct when you said I left the company. I did for one time believe PWF was the last place I wanted to be...
The crowd boos as Grimm looks around and accepts the boos from his statement
Grimm: But then I consulted a book...a certain book that makes any man understand the way life is...
Emperor Suicide: Hustler?
Grimm stares a hole into the extreme champ who takes a step back with a bit of an afraid look on his face
Grimm: No you dolt...The Bible..I got intouch with a friend of mine...Golgotha and he showed me the riches and values of the bible...I am now a changed man. Thus the reason I returned to Mr. Pellington and asked for my job back, because in reality it wasn't the PWF that I was tired of, it was me I was tired of...I was tired of the up all nighter parties...the booze, the drugs...I missed the old Grimm...the Grimm who enjoyed looking death in the eyes...the one who won the Extreme Championship..
Emperor Suicide: You're kidding right?
Grimm: Speak again dear Emperor and you will get a Fear Factor so hard that you will go into shock!....How Dare YOU!! You accuse me of grovelling and begging for a job!...Never have I done so not so in any fed. I believe grovelling shows little respect among men, and to show little respect among men gives men the oppertunity to show you little respect...You talk about beating 2 men...One of which wouldn't be considered a challenge, so in reality you beat one man, an extremely talented man but only one is still the point....I beat 3 men in one night in 3 of the most deadly matches including a Best of 13 Glass Pane Match and a Japanese Deathmatch!...The blood flowed out of my body and I enjoyed it!...tonight you will know why crossing me is the most idiotic thing you can do....Suicide...Fear Me Or Suffer!!...Quote The Angel....Forevermore!
Report: Grimm and Suicide start to circle each other in the middle of the ring, the PWF Extreme Title is on the line and any thing goes right here on Havoc. Suicide and Grimm engage in a collar and elbow tie up. The two men push each other back and forth around the ring. Sucide trans forms the tie up into a hammer lock, but Grimm reverses the move into a hammerlock of his own before setting Suicide up and hitting a big back drop. He then pulls Suicide up, but the rising Suicide hits a hard punch to the gut before laying down a big chop to Grimms chest causing the Angel to stagger a few steps back. Suicide chops him again before throwing him to the ropes. On the way back Grimm gets levelled with a backhand blow from the Emporer. Suicide then starts to lay stomps into Grimm, driving his boot home time after time causing Grimm to fold up in pain. Suicide then drags Grimm up before hitting him with a hard suplex, he then drags Grimm up again and hits a second suplex. He floats over for a cover 1 ..Grimm kicks out. Suicide gets up, he drags Grimm up and nails him with another suplex, this time he rolls out of the ring leaving Grimm down. Suicide snaps up a chair from next to the announce table, he rolls into the ring and gets to his feet only to have Grimm leap up and spinning heel kick the chair straight into his face! Suicide goes down to his knees, dropping the chair. Grimm lines it up and then smashes Suicide with a hard kick to the chest. Suicide falls back but springs back up, still on his knees. Grimm lines him up again but this time does a standing missile dropkick straight into Suicides face. Suicide falls to one side, holding his face in pain. Grimm places the chair on Suicides chest, he runs to the ropes and on the way back performs a somersault before hitting an impressive flipping senton splash crushing Suicide under the chair! Grimm rolls away holding his back in pain, he shoves the chair off of Suicide and covers 1 2 Suicide kicks out just after the two count. Grimm pulls Suicide up and throws him into the corner, he pulls the chair up into his hands and then charges at Suicide, but Suicide sidesteps Grimm and throws him chair and face first into the top turnbuckle. The chair falls to the mat and Grimm staggers away holding his face in pain. He staggers straight back into a full nelson, Suicide then delivers a bridging full nelson suplex! He holds for the cover 1 2 Grimm kicks out at two and half. Grimm tries to get up to his feet but Suicide puts him right back down on the mat with a hard chair shot to the back. Suicide discards the chair and rolls under the ropes, he reaches under the ring and brings out a table followed by a sledgehammer.
Poppa: Suicide is going for the heavy offence now.
Stanyer: I agree, a sledgehammer and a table spells bad news for Grimm.
Suicide sets the table up outside the ring, a fair way away from the ring apron. Suicide rolls back in the ring, he looks for Grimm who comes out from under the ring on the outside behind Suicide with the chair in hand. He rolls back into the ring, the crowd go wild as Grimm cracks the chair right over the top of Suicides head. Suicide collapses down on the mat, Grimm rolls him onto his chest and places the chair on his chest. He then ascends the turnbuckle. He does a praying style motion, the crowd are rising and cheering as Grimm leaps off the top rope for the Suicide Splash (Praying Taunt Followed By Top Rope Splash) right down onto the chair, once again crushing Suicide underneath it. Grimm rolls away holding his gut in pain as Suicide lays there spread eagled on the mat. Grimm rolls to the outside and grabs a second table from under the ring, he rolls in and then sets the table up in the corner. Grimm then beckons Suicide up to his feet, the Extreme Champion is starting to stagger up, holding his head in pain from the chair shot. He turns only to get grabbed by Grimm and set up for a belly to belly suplex, but Suicide elbows Grimm in the shoulder. Suicide grabs Grimm and proceeds to spin and then launch him up and through the table with a capture suplex! Grimm lands upside down awkwardly, laid out in the wreck of the table as Suicide lays on the mat holding his head.
Stanyer: Both men are down, and its been back and forth pretty much all the way so far.
Poppa: They've both taken some high impact moves, and its taken its toll. Thus why both men are down and Paptised.
Suicide crawls over and drags Grimm out of the table wreck, he covers his challenger 1 2 Grimm just kicks out before the three. Suicide brings himself up to his knees, he holds his head in dismay. He seems to be in dis-belief that Grimm kicked out after the impact his body just took. Suicide drags Grimm up and then pulls him out onto the ring apron, he points down to the table so that Grimm knows exactly what is about to happen to him. Suicide goes for a right hand but Grimm blocks it and then shakes his head, as if to say 'No' to Suicides plan. Grimm then lands a hard martial arts kick to the ribs that causes Suicide to double up, Grimm sets him up and then proceeds to hit the Kamikaze Driver (Release Tiger Driver) down off the ring apron through the table! The PWF fans instantly erupt in a raucous chant of 'HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!' as Suicide lays back down in the table wreck while Grimm lays on the floor mats next to him in pain.
Stanyer: Oh my God! What a move by Grimm!
Poppa: That could be it for the Extreme Champion!
Grimm crawls over and gets an arm on top of Suicide. The crowd chant 'ONE! TWO! THREE!' but the referee is signalling that pinfalls will only be counted in the ring! Grimm crawls away, he looks like he would be angry but he hasn't got the energy to pull angry off. He drags himself up on the ring apron, he then lifts up the apron and rolls into the ring with a bag in his hand. He starts to pour thumbtacks all over the canvas.
Stanyer: Defiance flashback coming up I think.
Poppa: Are we allowed to show this sort of violence? Wait, what the hell am I saying? Go for it Grimm!
Grimm rolls back out of the ring, he pulls Suicide up and lands a hard knee to his gut before throwing the Extreme Champion into the ring. Grimm rolls in himself and stands over the thumbtacks, he beckons Suicide up. Grimm senses that possibly his time is upon him, the champ pushes himself up tiredly. He staggers forwards and throws a wild clothesline but Grimm ducks it. Grimm is about to lock Suicide up for the Infinite High (Diving Reverse DDT) but Suicide elbows him in the face, Suicide slips round behind Grimm before setting him up and then launching him over his head. Grimm comes down chest and face first into the thumbtacks, having just been hit with a sickening Iron Curtain (Cobra Clutch Suplex)! Grimm rolls away, thumbtacks piercing him as another chant of 'HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!' goes up from the stunned PWF crowd.
Stanyer: I've said it once, and I'll say it again. Oh my God!
Poppa: Damn straight. That has to be Grimms lot, on top of every thing else he just took one of the most brutal moves a Havoc crowd has witnessed in quite a while.
Suicide is laid out, back first on the mat. He turns himself over and drags himself on top of Grimm, the referee gets down and counts 1 2 Grimm kicks out with split seconds to spare! Suicide just lays there, still with his arm over Grimm as the King Of The Deathmatch holds his shoulder up off the mat. Suicide rolls away after a few seconds of lying there, he pushes himself up to his knees where he stays with his head in his hands. He can hardly believe Grimm kicked out after that savage manoeuvre. Grimm is trying to push himself up, but he simply can't do it.
Poppa: The King Of Deathmatch showed his resilience there, but I don't think hes got anything left in the tank.
Stanyer: Never underestimate the former PWF Extreme and Hardcore Tag Team Champion. He showed what hes capable of many times before.
Suicide starts to pull Grimm up, but Grimm can hardly even stand. Grimm starts to pull himself up on Suicides ring attire. Suicide lets Grimm just about up to his feet, looks him in the eye and then puts him right back down on the mat with a right hand. Suicide helps Grimm with the first few steps before again allowing the King Of The Deathmatch to pull himself fruitlessly up on the Emporers ring attire. Suicide smiles sadistically and then knocks Grimm right back down into the thumbtacks with another hard right. Suicide then grabs Grimms legs and turns him over so he is face down in the tacks, locked into the Imperializer (Walls Of Jericho)! Grimm screams in pain, getting pushed down into the thumbtacks and having his spine bent hideously at the same time. Grimm screams in pain, he manages to pull himself out of the thumbtacks and then eventually get himself all the way over to the ropes. He slumps his hand over the bottom rope, but Suicide refuses to release the hold. The referee threatens him, Suicide laughs. The referee heads towards the time keeper, Suicide breaks the hold.
Stanyer: Grimm is in all sorts of trouble here, I don't know if he can stand.
Poppa: I agree, hes been through hell so far.
Suicide pulls Grimm up again, once more allowing the King Of The Deathmatch up to his feet. Suicide looks down on Grimm and laughs, Grimm spits defiantly in Suicides face. Suicide goes to hit Grimm but Grimm blocks it to a massive cheer from the crowd. He lands four successive right hands, he throws a big right to knock Suicide down but Suicide blocks it and then throws one of his own. Grimm ducks behind and before turning Suicide round to face him and then setting the Extreme Champion up over the thumbtacks. With his free hand he signals to the PWF fans who are going wild, Grimm proceeds to plant Suicide face first down into the thumbtacks with the Fear Factor (Twist Of Fate)! Suicide lays face down in the tacks as Grimm lays on his back next to him, neither man is moving as a chant of 'GRIMM! GRIMM! GRIMM!', the fans fully behind the King Of The Deathmatch.
Poppa: The tacks are gonna kill these two if they aren't careful, they've both been dropped in them hard.
Stanyer: Agreed, these two have got those shiny pain inflicting little things stuck in their bodies all over the place!
Grimm gradually crawls over to Suicide, and tiredly turns the Extreme Champion over onto his back. Grimm then lays his arm tiredly across Suicides chest. The referee takes a few steps back out of the tacks and then gets down and makes the count 1 2 3! NO! Suicide just kicked out, the referees hand was millimetres away from counting the end of Suicides Extreme Title reign. Grimm is still laying on top of Suicide, the referee has to pull him up to sitting and tell him the match is still carrying on. Grimm looks fairly irritated and he crawls out of the tacks and then drags himself up to his feet. Suicide is still down, Grimm pulls him up tiredly. Grimm throws Suicide to the ropes, on the way to the ropes Suicide grabs something off the mat. On the way back Grimm throws a clothesline but Suicide ducks it, comes off the others ropes and then just as Grimm turns to face him he nails the King Of The Deathmatch square in the face with a huge diving sledgehammer shot! Suicide lands next to the now heavily busted open Grimm, both men lay face up on the mat not moving. The fans are going crazy at this stage, Suicide twitches over and gets his arm across Grimms chest 1 2 3!
Stanyer: An outstanding match, and a great way to kick off the return of the PWF.
Poppa: Emperor Suicide somehow manages to hold onto his Extreme Title in his first defence. The question I have to ask, is how many more of these matches can he survive.
Stanyer: Think about what he might have to face at EotW if he does keep the belt. You've heard the rumours.
Poppa: I really hope they don't do that match again, it damn near killed everyone who was in it last year!!!
Stanyer: Well, I have a feeling that we are going to see it once again. Now we just need some EMT's out here to make sure Suicide & Grimm are okay.
Johnny Mayhem and his crew are snooping around the PWF gym looking for a scoop as always, luck is always in and MVD emerges leaving the men's locker room with his gym bag. As he approaches the exit, Mayhem manages to get a hand on his shoulder before he can leave.....
Mayhem:- Mr Van Dam.... could we please get your thoughts on tonight's match at Havoc with Splinter?
MVD:- Actually yes, there is something i want to discuss!
Mayhem:- Ok great, well first of all what are your thoughts about facing Splinter?
MVD:- Yet again Matt..Van..Dam (2 thumb pose) has to bare the humility of getting in the ring with a wet nose rookie just to prove where he ought to be. The PWF has a habit of fucking me over Mayhem, i'm constantly being shit upon from a great height, all because they know whenever i get that World Title back it isn't going anywhere!
Mayhem:- Well it's nice to see the old confident MVD back in business but if you don't me saying so, Splinter will be no push over! He is one crazy young competitor and is on quite a streak at the moment!
MVD:- Yeah yeah Splinter has got potential i'll give him that, but it's a great shame that his little run will come to a grinding hault tonight when he steps into the ring with the PWF's most naturally gifted wrestler.... M..V..D! (2 thumb pose)
Mayhem:- Splinter aside though MVD, even if you do get past him your likely to come up against one of the PWF's all-time greats, the path to the title is going to be very difficult.
MVD:- Difficult for a normal guy yes, but there isn't anyone in the PWF who i haven't or can't beat Mayhem, it's about the big cheeses at the top of the ladder begin to realise that "their days are numbered", MVD is and always will be the measuring stick for the PWF, i've raised the bar before to get where i wanna go and i'll do it again tonight against Splinter, and then again against Davey K, Gambino, Sabre, whomever wants to risk their career in the ring with me!
Mayhem:- Well i think that is Havoc covered, so what about the Johnny Lang incident at A Date With Destiny, how ironic?
Mayhem begins to chuckle to himself
MVD:- Er er, i have no idea what your talking about lil guy, now if you'll excuse me i've got a wife to fuck, please get out of my way.........
MVD turns to leave, but Splinter is standing there right in his face. Mayhem steps in between holding the microphone between the two men. Splinter stares into MVDs eyes, Matt Van Dam just stares on back. Splinter breaks into half a smile.
Splinter: Lets start this off on the right foot, Matt, firstly Splinter is beyond measuring up to you. In fact Splinter is gonna go as far as to take your 'measuring stick' and break over your head!
MVDs eyes light up, Mayhem knows this is a volatile situation.
Splinter: Secondly this isn't an attempt to hold you down MVD. This is a success. That's right MVD, Splinter ain't just gonna try and hold you down Splinter is gonna succeed. When your ass is down for the three then its over for you, you ain't coming back. And Splinter will be proved right, you truly will be a has-been.
MVD is now on the brink of hitting Splinter right in the face, MVD doesn't say anything though. He just stands there are stares in a fiery manner at Splinter.
Splinter: And lastly, before we part ways, as for you getting shitted on from a great height. If that's what you and Johnny Lang are into these days, that's your own damn fault.
For MVD that's enough, he throws a big right hand but Splinter steps back and it misses. Security crows around the two men and stops the brawl that is aching to start.
Splinter: You'll regret the day you got signed for a match with
Splinter does the two thumb pose.
Splinter: Sp-lin-ter!
The men are dragged apart as the scene fades to the next section of Havoc.
Stanyer: This should be a great match between MVD & Splinter. A classic battle of the up and coming young superstar versus the established wrestler.
Poppa: And one I am particuarly looking forward to.
#1 Contenders Tournament - Quarter Final
Credit: Sabre
Report: Splinter and Matt tie up, each man pushing with extreme force in a test of strength. Splinter flexes and gives it his all but MVD spins on his heel and locks in an armbar. Splinter immediately drops to one knee and flips MVD onto his back with a firemans carry. Splinter pounces on Matt's leg in an attempted half crab however Van Dam boots Splinter away, who spirals back into a corner. MVD bounces back onto his feet and charges, leaping onto Splinter with hands and feet before rolling back and sending Splinter crashing onto the mat with a monkey flip. With Splinter on his back, MVD runs to the ropes, rebounding and hitting Splinter with the
Poppa: "ROLLING THUNDER!!!"
Splinter grabs his gut like he was just struck by a car while MVD makes the pin attempt, which only gets past the first count. Splinter begins to rise and Matt tosses him into the ropes, aiming for a high spinning wheel kick, however Splinter slows his momentum and clutches MVD mid-move and hits a savage capture suplex. Splinter then moves away from his opponent, climbing onto the second rope and landing the leg drop of doom before covering. It looks as though the leg drop had done it but MVD finds the strength to get a shoulder up.
Poppa: "Well that's a first. Splinter using a move that Sabre doesn't.
Stanyer: "Huh?"
Poppa: "Oh c'mon, don't act like you hadn't noticed. The Reality Rift? The Splinter Driver? They're Sabre's moves! He may as well be Sabre Jnr!
Stanyer: "Well whichever way you look at it, Splinter is more than happy to use his arsenal on MVD."
The crowd are on their feet, stunned that MVD wasn't buried by the leg drop. Splinter gets up with a look of disbelief before moving onto the turnbuckle again. This time, he launches into the air with a dazzling elbow drop of doom. Lightbulbs flash as Splinter flies through the air but misses the mark as Matt rolls out of the way at the final minute. Splinter lands elbow first on the mat and lies there in pain hoping that he doesn't get a rotator cuff injury like that of WWE superstar Billy Gunn. Meanwhile, Matt Van Dam bounces against the ropes and hits the
Stanyer: "ROLLING THUNDER!!!"
for a second time tonight before covering. Splinter, once again, gets the hand up just after the one count. Matt wonders if the move actually does any reasonable damage before getting caught in a school boy pin for a close three count, but Matt breaks free just in time. Both men rise and it looks as though Splinter might go for the DDT of doom however Matt begins firing shots to the midsection before hitting an axe kick which sends Splinter against the ropes. Matt then leaps into the air with a dropkick that sends Splinter flipping out of the ring and crashing onto the floor below. Splinter slowly rises, holding his noggin before MVD comes charging through the ropes with a baseball slide that sends the chair swinger crashing into the barricade.
Poppa: "He calls that move the 'Sk8er Boi".
Stanyer: "What? It was just a baseball slide!"
Poppa: "That left Sabre Jnr. saying 'C U l8er boi'."
Stanyer: "Ugh."
Matt climbs over the ropes and grabs Splinter by the hair, hurling him up and Irish whipping him into the steel steps. Splinter arches in pain as he sprawls against the unforgiving steel before being the victim of some brutal rights and lefts. MVD then leads his opponent around to the announce table, but Splinter fights free of Van Dam's hold and hits a DDT. MVD's head bounces against the unprotected floor and looks like he's pretty much lights out as Splinter starts to make his way to the closest steel chair he can find. He folds that bad boy up and takes a swing back, before MVD springs to life and connects with a big
Poppa: "ROLLING THUNDER!!! No wait VAN DAMINATOR!!!"
Poppa: "Bah gawd! Bah gawd!"
Matt goes for the two thumb pose thingy, and the crowd chant with him
Crowd: "You kissed . Lang!"
Matt looks around as a sea of laughter erupts from the rafters as the dude rolls Splinter back into the ring. He tries again, warming up the thumbs by licking them before pointing to himself
Crowd: "YOU . KISSED . LANG!!!"
Matt can't shake the growing taunt as the smarks begin to bombard him with the catchy put down. Matt frowns as he climbs the turnbuckle before firing up his thumbs and pointing at himself however he thinks better of it and merely looks at his prone victim Splinter, who still lies motionless in the ring. MVD crouches, looking for the trademark
Stanyer: "FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!! FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH!!!"
Poppa: "SK8ER BOI!!!! SK8ER BOI!!!"
MVD springs off just as Splinter rolls away and MVD is forced to sell his move like it really hurt because, well, he hit nothing but canvas. It had to hurt. Splinter, meanwhile, takes the advantage by hooking into the "Splinter Driver" to a big pop. He goes for the pinfall and Bah Gawd! One, Two, Three!!!
Poppa: "Bah Gawd!!! Bah Gawd!!! Sabre Jnr. Has done it bah Gawd!!!"
Stanyer: "Splinter has just advanced in the tournament after pinning a man who was slated to win the thing! He said earlier that he was ready for this match and he wasn't kidding!"
Poppa: "Bah Gawd!"
Stanyer: "SHUT . UP!!!"
We return to the backstage area where we see a furious MVD pacing through the backstage area, trashing everything that is in his path. Former PWF wrestler & announcer, Blackbird, stops, presumably to offer his condolences on the loss, but he doesn't get the chance, as MVD slams him head first into the nearest wall. As MVD kicks over tables and tosses around anything he can find. Every person in his path either ducks into the nearest room, or heads quickly in the other direction. Nobody wants to be in the path of MVD tonight.
EARLIER TODAY
The trio of Golgotha, Archangel and Cole are walking around backstage. Archangel seems to be carrying their luggage as we assume thay are just arriving. They aproach a dark figure, and start a conversation.
Golgotha: "Its sure nice to see you here..."
The figure turns around to be Grimm. He just looks at the Trio and doesn't say anything.
Golgotha: "..Not only because I thought you quit, but because you are Defiance and we've been in the PWF for about the same time. Its just nice to seee familiar face around here. Even if you are going through some changes, which I must admit, I like."
Profit: "Look, there is the Card....Golgotha you are facing Masta P...and it appears that Grimm has a Extreme Title Shot."
Golgotha: "Figures I'm facing that Jobber. I'll address him later. But I am glad that they gave a talented athlete like Grimm here a Title Shot. I hope that you go out there and win it. Prove exactly why you are the former King of the Deathmatch."
The Hardcore Christian rubs his Goatee for a moment and then continues.
Golgotha: "Truth is, I will show you what I am all about tonight. I will make Masta P an example of what happens when people come after me and my Title. I'm sure all of the people from Defiance knows what I am capable of, but the Havoc Wrestlers might need a reminder. What a better place to start than that loser, Masta P. Hope to see you around, Grimm"
Golgotha and company turns to leave, but Grimm calls out to him...
Grimm: Former...King of the Deathmatch? It appears your mind is clouded Golgotha...I have never lost my title as King of The Deathmatch, nor will I....I proved to Reaper that I'd beat him...where is he now? On a Street Corner, now thats poetic justice...then I proved to my good friend Hanibal...In what was the greatest Extreme Match of the year...I still get visons in the night of that match...glass panes here...glass panes there....glass panes EVERYWHERE!!
The Trio take a step back except for Golgotha who smirks and nods
Grimm: Tonight will begin the Sacrament...
Profit: The Sacrament? You Mean?
Grimm: Yes...Grace....It will begin tonight against that cheap midcarder that calls himself Emperor... he will understand the way of the Sacrament...and His blood will run through the mat tonight....because I am The King of The Deathmatch and I am The Newly Crowned King of Extreme!...Fear Me Or Suffer Suicide.....Quote The Angel...Forevermore....
Gologotha nods at Grimm and the trio walks one way while Grimm exits to the other side
Stanyer: That was filmed earlier today, many are asking the question, has Grimm joined forces with Golgotha?
Poppa: That is a good question, if he has, they will make a formidable team, I guess time will tell.
Stanyer: For now, Golgotha must defend his TV Title against Masta P.
Credit: Solo
The words "The Truth is " Slide across the Tron as "Golgotha" By Embodyment plays. The Hardcore Christian appears with the Golden Bible in his right hand. Cole T. Profit is walking right in front of him. He stops briefly and poses like he is reading a verse and then continues down to the ring. Upon getting there, he hands the Bible to Profit and climbs the turnbuckle. He extends his arms out like a cross and jumps into the ring.
James: Introducing, from Skull Canyon, Arizona, weighing 224lbs, "The Hardcore Christian" GOLGOTHA.
Golgotha: "Cut my Music! I want to talk to all you peons about your Idols. Accually just one of them. Rex Idol. Yeah, he might have the European Title, but He won't for long. We are in the middle of a Title Unification Tournament. I predict that I will win. Truth is, God will grant me favor over that womanising peice of trash. Don't believe me? Take a look At David. He commited Adultry. Which led to his son, Solomon, using women. And alas, after the warning of the Prophets, the Nation of Isreal fell because it lusted after idols and didn't seek after God."
The Crowd boos Golgothas comment, and what some might say is a mis-inturpertation of the scripture.
Golgotha: "Didn't Paul say that it is better for a man not to touch a woman if he can't control himself? Or not to get married because a married man is double minded. His focus is on God and his wife, not just God where it needs to be. You didn't ever see Jesus dating anyone, did you? No, because using the opposite sex, like Res does, is wrong. For if a man looks at a woman lustfully, he has commited adultry with her in his heart. Rex, has done a lot more than look at a woman lustfully. He is nothing more than a fornicator and shall suffer for his sins when I get my hands one him. And thats The Hardcore Truth!"
The crowd starts up a familuar chant. Golgotha gets frusterated by this, but still continues.
Golgotha: "I understand that the Truth is hard for you people and you don't like to hear it, but there is no reason for that..."
The Crowd only chants louder. When they die down, Golgotha begins to speak again.
Golgotha: "Are you done yet? You are just about as bad as Masta P. No matter how many times I beat that guy, he just seems to come back for more. Who does he think he is, Eminem? To bad for him, he is just another wigger trying to be something he isn't...a wrestler! He isn't nothing but an overgrown, stupid, white boy, who looks like a big fool. I bet I could out rap him in a rap battle. I guess I'll have to settle for beating his punk....."
Suddenly Golgotha ges cut off as Masta P's music starts.
Report: Both men open up with a collar and elbow tie up. Masta P powers his way putting Golgotha in a headlock. Golgotha tries to punch his way out of the hold, but P tightens his grip around the neck. Golgotha finally reaches the ropes forcing the ref to break the hold. Masta P doesn't release the hold just yet. The ref finally gets physical with P and makes him release his grip. Golgotha takes the opportunity to rake P's eyes giving him the advantage. As P is rubbing his eyes Golgotha sneaks up behind and rolls him up into a small cradle holding the tights as the ref attempts the pin count. Masta P kicks out immediately before the ref could start counting. Both men get to their feet starring one another down before P sends Golgotha to the matt with a thunderous clothesline. Masta P helps Golgotha back to his feet before sending him into the turnbuckle with tremendous force. Golgotha holds his back as he stumbles out of the corner into the arms of a waiting P. Masta P sends Golgotha over his head with an Over Head Belly to Belly Suplex.
Stanyer: Masta P showing his power as he sent Golgotha flying over his head just now with a perfectly placed Belly to Belly Suplex. Just to remind those folks who tuned in late this match is for the TV title.
Poppa: And if you tuned in late, What the hell were you thinking??
Golgotha slowly gets to his feet only to be met by a boot to the face from P. Masta P milks the crowd into cheering as he lays some heavy boots to the chest and midsection of Golgotha. The ref pushes P away from Golgotha as a result of holding onto the ropes. Masta P looks confuse as he goes to attack Golgotha again only to be stopped by the ref once more. The crowd begins to show some hatred toward the ref. Golgotha slowly gets to his feet as P is arguing with the ref. Sneaking up behind P, Golgotha lands a low blow sending P to the matt. The crowd boos loudly as result of Golgotha's tactics. Golgotha taunts the front row a bit before placing some calculated kicks to the head. Golgotha follows up with a few knee drops to the head before he covers P for a quick pin-fall. The ref quickly counts but is interrupted by Golgotha whom just been thrown off by P. Golgotha looks stunned by the power P shown just there. Golgotha roles out of the ring quickly and Profit hands him a chair. Masta P slowly climbs to his feet using the rope as Golgotha slides back in the ring with chair in hand. Golgotha goes to use the chair on P, when the ref rips it from his hands. Golgotha turns around and argues with the ref as Profit smacks P in the head with the Bible.
Stanyer: Oh come on ref stop bickering with Golgotha. You just cost P the match. Wait a minute someone is coming down to the ring now. Wait I can see now its Johnny Lang. What business does he have being at ringside?
Poppa: What the hell does he want? Oh no!!! He's coming this way, Jay, swap seats, please, I don't want to sit next to HIM!!!
As Lang is making his way to the ring Golgotha quickly covers P hoping for a quick victory. 1 2 Masta P quickly kicks out to the dislikes of Golgotha. Golgotha tries to choke out P with his foot using the rope for extra leverage. The ref tries to break the illegal hold but is ignored by Golgotha. Lang walks around the ring and makes his way to the announcer table as Golgotha breaks the hold unwillingly. Masta P tries to get to his feet, but Golgotha cuts him off with a boot to the ribs following with a Camel Clutch. Masta P tries to reach the ropes but he is too far away to reach them. Golgotha pulls back on P's head adding more pressure. The ref sees if P wants to give but gets no response.
Stanyer: What are you doing out here Lang?
Lang: I'm here to add some colour commentary to the show.
Stanyer: Why exactly did you give MVD mouth to mouth at the PPV? You do know he wasn't to please with your actions.
Lang: I was just giving MVD the kiss of life, and you shouldn't believe everything he says, he didn't exactly pull away from me now did he?
Golgotha releases his grip and stands above P waiting for him to get up. Masta P doesn't get up as Golgotha hopes for so he helps him up. Placing P's head between his leg, Golgotha singles for the end when suddenly P flips Golgotha up and over his back. Masta P falls into the ropes as Golgotha lands hard on the matt. Profit tries to cheer Golgotha to his feet as P tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head. Crowd gets back into as they cheer for P to get going. Golgotha gets to his feet and charges P, but only to get sent into the ropes himself. On the rebound Golgotha is laid out with a big boot to the face from P. Profit looks on concern as P starts to warm up. Masta P lifts Golgotha up off the matt only to send him back down with a Body Slam. Crowd gets behind P's every move. Masta P helps Golgotha back up to his feet again.
Stanyer: Looks like P is going to put this on away and walk away as the T.V. Champion
Lang: Masta P's definitely a "playa", and he can play me anytime.
Poppa: Oh no Please, someone end this match before he really gets going .. HEY!!! Get your hands off me!!!
Lang: My, what strong thighs you have, I'll help you "pop" anytime you like..
Poppa: Get him away from me!!!!!!
Golgotha stunned and out of it walks right into a boot to the gut. Masta P sets Golgotha up for what looks like the Masta Bomb. Profit desperately gets up on the apron trying to distract P, but only gets the ref attention. Masta P turns and knocks the profit off the apron and notices Lang at the announcer table. Golgotha uses the time to grab the Bible that happen to land in the ring when P knocked the Profit down. The ref checks to see if Profit is ok and doesn't see Golgotha nail P from behind with the Bible. Masta P falls to the matt holding the back of his head as Golgotha disposes of the Bible. The ref turns his attention to the action in the ring as Golgotha sets P up for the Holy Cross. Masta P is driven into the matt and pinned by Golgotha. The ref starts the count. 1 2 3
Poppa: THANK YOU GOD!!!!!
Lang: Ooh.. I guess it's time for some post-match action now .
Lang gets up from his seat and is about to leave, but adds one last comment.
Lang: "I'll see you later "
Lang gives Poppa a wink, and then leaves. Poppa is leaning into Stanyer, and cringing, trying to stay as far away from Lang as possible.
Stanyer: There's definitely chemistry between the two of you, perhaps you should look into that.
Poppa: Right, that's it, I'm leaving.
Stanyer: Anyway, with a little help from above, or what is also known as Profit's Golden Bible, Golgotha retains his TV Title, and will go on to face the winner of tonight's match between Rex Idol & Zion Crest next week to unify the TV & European Titles.
We come back and find Suicide making his way through the cafeteria, he's got a few cuts and bruises from his match with Grimm, nothing serious though. The Extreme Title is proudly strapped over his shoulder. He stops in front of two boys, around 10-12 years old.
Emperor Suicide: "Have your parents taught you nothing!!! You should KNEEL before your Emperor. You boy, will kneel before me, and you will fetch me a drink. GO NOW! Before I decide on a punishment for your insolence!!!
One of the two now very scared boys kneels before Suicide, while the other runs towards the drinks area to obey Suicide's command. Suicide just shines up his title while the rest of the cafeteria look on in horror.
Brod and LJ are goofing around backstage when they are approached by Rex Idol
LJ: Hey I could have sworn she said she was 17!
Brod: Well what do you want me to do about it?
LJ: ....
Brod: What's your problem now?
LJ: .... (points behind Brod)
Brod: Oh hey! What's crackin Rex?
Rex: What's Crackin?!?
Brod: Oh.. that's right you're not a pimp...you're a paragon. So you're finally getting around to giving LJ that little helping hand?
Rex: Hey no promises but I'll do what I can. What's up LJ?
LJ: ....
Brod: LJ?
LJ: ... Oh hey.
The girls begin to giggle at LJ whose jaw has dropped almost to the ground.
Brod: For christ's sake pal you've been ringing the guy constantly for ages and thats all you can say?
LJ: Well um.... Rex! I just wanna know. How do you do it? Everytime I see you it's a constant flow of ladies... never two the same! I have to ask again! How do you do it?
Rex: Ok, LJ, before I share my wisdom, let me ask you a question. Have you ever seen Fast Times at Ridgemount High?
LJ: No.
Rex: Good. What you need is my special Five Point Plan.
As he talks, Rex passes the caterer's table and plucks a sample of cheese and sausage.
Rex: Now, LJ, keep in mind - Men have died trying to obtain this information. I will give it to you for free.
LJ: Okay. Tell me. What's the Five Point Plan?
Rex: All right. Pay attention. First of all, LJ... never let on how much you like a chick.
Rex turns to one of his female companions to demonstrate.
Rex: (disinterested) Oh, Candi. Hi.
He turns back to LJ and winks.
Rex: Two. Always call the shots.
He turns to Candi again.
Rex: Kiss me. You won't regret it.
Rex immediately plants a sloppy kiss on the groupie, then turns back to LJ.
Rex: Three. Act like wherever you are, that's the place to be.
Again he turns to Candi. In his best debonair voice, Rex looks around at the very ordinary backstage area.
Rex: Isn't this great?
Candi nods gleefully, as Rex returns his attention to LJ.
Rex: Four. When ordering food, find out what she wants and then order for both of you... it's a classy move. Example; "Now, the lady will have the linguini and white clam sauce, and a Coke with no ice."
LJ nods, acknowledging the classiness of this move.
Rex: Five, and this is most important, when it comes down to making out, whenever possible, put on side one of Led Zeppelin IV.
Rex turns to Candi again.
Rex: Why don't you put this tape on? It sounds great in the back of my van... why don't we listen from there?
Candi: Cool! You have a van?
Rex: Sure, babe. And that, LJ, is how you talk to the ladies. Voila. You can't miss.
LJ: Really? I don't know man...
Rex: There's your problem buddy, no confidence. Chicks are like dogs and bees; they can smell fear. You have to establish yourself from the moment you walk in the room, but I mean don't just walk in. You move across the room. And you don't talk to the ladies. You use your face. You use your body. You use everything. That's what I do. I mean I just send out this vibe and I have personally found that women do respond. I mean, something happens.
LJ: You just put out a vibe?
Rex: That's the attitude.
LJ: Attitude?
Rex: The attitude dictates that you don't care whether she comes, stays, lays, or prays. I mean whatever happens, your toes are still tappin'. Now when you got that, then you have the attitude.
LJ: Wow. Dude, you're the full on orator.
Rex: True. Bottom line, my man - Look at you: member of the DUX, owner of the bad-ass DUX-copter, and proprietor of the super-cool DUX cave. I'm tellin' ya, LJ, if a chick can't smell your qualifications, then who needs her, right?
LJ: (brimming with pride) Right!
Rex: Oh, yeah, almost forgot - all this stuff works best if you're really, really rich. Later, man.
LJ looks a little less confident as Rex walks away with his ladies in tow. The camera sticks with The PARAGON as Johnny Mayhem approaches.
Mayhem: Rex, tonight you have your first match in what will lead to the unification of the TV and Euro belts. What are your thoughts on this historic set of matches coming up?
Rex: Well, Johnny, I like to think I learn from my mistakes. Many times in the past I've looked past opponents, and in turn paid the price for it. But I have to be honest; when I look at the set-up for this unification one name does jump out at me. Golgotha. Just the thought of what he represents makes me cringe. Fundamentalist conformity, fascist repression, unabashed hypocrisy, self-righteous condemnation, and of course... disturbingly unfortunate body hair.
Johnny grimaces.
Rex: I am The PARAGON. I am The Golden Superman. I am Rex Idol. I am The Truth. When I hear Golgotha rant and rave on the PWF's airwaves, I hear that which is FALSE. But, when all is said and done in this little contest, when the smoke clears, I will stand victorious in the center of the ring swathed in champioship gold - a living embodiment of TRUE Idolatry.
With that, Rex abrubtly exits the scene. In the background LJ is seen scratching his chin and mumbling to himself
LJ: Really, really rich?
Stanyer: Poor LJ, he really hasn't got a clue about women has he .
Poppa: You can't talk!!!
Stanyer: Hey!! I'm married. Anyway, what happened to your old squeeze? What did you call her? Dark Raven?
Poppa: She was never my girlfriend, she just always seemed to follow me around.
Stanyer: That's not what I heard.
Poppa: Well, you heard wrong.
Stanyer: Ooh, getting a little touchy, I'll have to come back to this later on. Now we have another tournament match, this time Brod takes on Nightshade.
#1 Contenders Tournament - Quarter Final
Credit: The Pelican
Report: The two men tie up in the centre of the ring, almost instantly Brod takes Nightshade down with a Snapmare and then quickly kicks him hard in the spine. He then backs away and lets Shady get to his feet. Brod taunts Nightshade, and then offers to tie up with him again. Shady fakes the tieup and catches Brod with a knee to the gut, followed swiftly by a stiff uppercut. Brod crashes to the canvas and then gets back up straight away, re-adjusting his jaw. Nightshade pushes him into the ropes and then whips him away. He charges at him looking for a clothesline, but Brod ducks it and then spins around. Shady turns around into a hard right from Brod, which is backed up by two more quick punches and then Brod delivers a classic Body Slam. Brod bounces off the ropes and hits a Hard Elbow Drop and then goes for a cover. .1 easy kickout for Nightshade. Brod pulls Shady up, but the self-proclaimed God gets in a few body punches and breaks free of Brod's grip. Shady gets in a couple of jabs and then sends Brod staggering into the corner with a big right. Shady moves in and hits a few shoulder blocks before he whips Brod towards the opposite corner. Nightshade follows in, but Brod catches him with a raised boot. Brod pulls himself up to the 2nd turnbuckle and then as Nightshade turns around, he dives off and knocks him down with a Double Axe Handle. Brod pounces on top of Nightshade and hooks the leg for another cover. ..1 .2 Nightshade kicks out.
Stanyer: Brod, realising that he has a chance to jump straight into the big league, is taking every oppurtunity he can to try and get the 1, 2, 3.
Poppa: That's synonomous of the DUX way though, they are used to winning, and over the past year or so, they have gotten very good at it as well.
Stanyer: And of course, you don't score pinfalls unless you go for them.
Brod pulls Shady up and quickly delivers a Vertical Suplex, and floats over for another cover. ..1 .2 . Shady kicks out again. Brod pulls him up and hits a pair of hard right hands, before whipping "God" into the ropes. Brod charges at Nightshade, but is caught out by a surprise Rushing Clothesline. Brod bounces back up only to be knocked down by a 2nd clothesline. Brod is slower to his feet this time, as Nightshade goes for his 3rd clothesline. However Brod is ready this time, and he ducks under the clothesline while at the same time connecting with a knee to the gut. He then wraps his arms around Shady and plants him with a Belly to Back Suplex. He snaps the leg back for another cover. ..1 ..2 Nightshade kicks out at 2 ½. Brod makes his way over to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle. He poses for the crowd, before delivering a Driving Elbow, catching Shady clean on the forehead. He goes for yet another cover. 1 .2 . Shady kicks out once again. Brod pulls Shady up and then plants him with a Backbreaker. He pulls Shady towards the corner and then starts climbing up to the top rope. He stands up on the top rope and poses for the fans once again, before attempting the Grey Area (Rolling Hangover). But Shady rolls out of the way and lands hard on the canvas. Brod favours his knee as he curls up in pain.
Poppa: Bad landing for Brod, could've hurt his knee pretty bad there.
Stanyer: It could definitely let Nightshade back into this contest, Brod has been on top for most of the contest.
Poppa: Looks like Brod didn't need LJ out here after all.
Both men slowly get to their feet, Brod moving gingerly, trying not to put too much weight on his left leg. Nightshade takes advantage of Brod's reduced mobility and connects with a pair of right hands, the 2nd putting Brod down. Nightshade pulls Brod up and immediately whips him into the ropes. Nightshade then crashes into Brod with a Spinning Back Elbow. Brod gets up holding his face, and still limping. Shady boots Brod in the gut and then hooks him in a front facelock. He then runs up the turnbuckle and pushes himself off the top rope to swing around and plant Brod with a Tornado DDT. He goes for a cover. .1 2 Brod powers his left shoulder off the canvas.
The screen lights up... treating us to an iron gate in a cemetery. Stars stand out in the night sky like tiny diamonds as a figure walks past, hunched over the tombs of the unknown, his fingers tracing across the mossy stone. He is dressed in a trenchcoat and hat... and his name?
Desperation: Nightshade... hello. It's me, Nighthshade. This is where you left me... well, not technically, but how technical can you get when you kill a man? How technical, indeed. It's a bloody, brutish affair. You've got to wrap your arms around that throat and squeeze until the breath no longer comes, and the heart no longer beats. You've got to sever the path of blood. Only then... only then, Nightshade!....does it end, does it truly come to it's conclusion. How is your match going? Are you doing well?
Desperation's video feed cuts out.
Nightshade, distracted by Desperation's words, is caught from behind with a clubbing blow from Brod. Brod then whips Nightshade into the ropes and makes him "Talk to the Hand" (Palm Strike). Nightshade staggers to his feet gripping his chest tightly and gasping for air. Brod boots him in the gut and flips him up to deliver a Sitout Powerbomb. .1 2 Nightshade just kicks out. Brod pulls Nightshade up and whips him into the ropes and goes for Stick..Fork..Done (Tilt a Whirl Driver), but Nightshade rotates out of the move and lands on his feet. He promptly snaps Brod down with an STO. He is about to go for a cover when suddenly, Desperation speaks up again.
Desperation smiles on the screen... or, morover, the lower half of his face. The rest is shrouded in the shadow of his hat. He grins, revealing white teeth.
Desperation: We're here, Nightshade. It's time to show you how well the dead rest... and how they dream... and sometimes, sleepwalk. You know, there was an old rumor that if you woke up somebody who was sleepwalking, they would die! Imagine that! There were a lot of other rumors too.... but I'm boring you.
Desperation lifts something in the darkness... a shovel.
Desperation: It's time, my friend, to dig up your past, and reveal what you've left behind.
He thrusts the shovel into the dirt, and then a wind comes and blows his hat away, revealing....
Brod tries a second time to catch Nightshade out while he is distracted, but Shady spins around instantly and goes for a clothesline, which Brod skillfully ducks, but it means that Nightshade accidentally clocks Referee Duane Dibley. Nightshade spins around and Brod scores with the 86'er (Superkick). Brod goes for the cover, but the referee is down and out. Coming running down the aisle, armed with a Steel Chair is the same guy who attacked Nightshade at Destiny.
Stanyer: Is that Desperation? I watched Destiny, and that's the guy who caused Nightshade to lose the match.
Poppa: If that's Desperation, then who's the guy on the Tron? Or if the guy on the Tron is Desperation, then who is the guy in the ring.
Stanyer: The question is, why is he out here? We know he has a vendetta against Nightshade, for whatever reason, but Nightshade is already out from Brod's Superkick, so what is he here for?
The mystery man slides into the ring. Brod is trying to wake up the referee, and seems to have suceeded, but he is still a little groggy. Brod turns around, presumably to head back over to Nightshade and make the cover, but instead he gets clocked over the head with the Steel Chair. He man then drags Nightshade on top of Brod and rolls out of the ring, ducking down behind the apron. Duane Dibley finally seems to have gotten himself together, having missed all the real action, and crawls over to make the count. .1 .2 ..3!!!!
On the screen, Desperation has recovered his hat. He has also uncovered a lot of earth, and is sitting by an open grave...digging with his hands, furiously. He grunts and growls, and suddenly thrusts something out of the wet earth... the lid of a coffin.
Desperation: NOTHING! NOTHING, DO YOU HEAR? THIS GRAVE IS EMPTY! THIS GRAVE CONTAINS NOTHING... AND YOUR LEGEND IS EMPTY, NIGHTSHADE! YOUR WORDS AND YOUR FANTASTIC CLAIMS ARE AS EMPTY AS THE COFFIN OF THAT MAN.... THAT MAN!
Desperation points to the gravestone.... which has toppled over. Dirt has coverd parts of it, but two letters can be made out.
A
I
Desperation laughs deep and wickedly. The shot goes back to him as he walks away from the open grave.
Desperation: Some secrets remain hidden....
Stanyer: What the hell is going on? If this guy is out for Nightshade, then why did he just help him win?
Poppa: Why are you asking me? I wanna know who this guy walking up the aisle is. He's the one being sent to do Desperation's dirty work, presuming the guy on the Tron is in fact Desperation.
Stanyer: But why did he cost him the title at Destiny, and then tonight, he helps him win, Why? It just doesn't make sense at all ..
Poppa: Some things just aren't meant to make sense. Just imagine how Nightshade feels, he's as clueless as the rest of us.
The scene opens with Music playing as if a carnival is in town. The music gets softer but faster .Flashing Lights of black and red fill the screen as pictures of The hand grabbing the mask fill the screen in replay. The music skips as the light begins to flash at the speed of the music. The bass cracks the song as a view of a shadowy figure putting the mask on slowly. A bell begins to ring as picture of clowns fill the screen as the bass gets deeper and deeper. The music breaks and stops but the picture flash as the view of the figure putting on the mask very slowly. The mask is on but it can't be seen. A scream is hear and the figure raises up his giant arms. Then word come in a distance.
The Time is Here . The Time is now .Why Not Now!
Voice: Not Time Yet But Why Wait Its No Laughing Matter PWF ..
The scene fades to black as laughing is heard.
Moments before the announcers speak after the break, we see a very quick shot of Sabre walking into PWF Owner Michael Pellington's office.
Stanyer: Wonder what Sabre wants to see the boss for?
Poppa: Perhaps it's the boss who wants to see Sabre?
Stanyer: Anyway, we have another match for you next, as Rex Idol is forced to take a break from his ladies to defend his European Title against Zion Crest. Golgotha has already won his match, and he will face the winner of this match to unify the European & TV Titles next week on Havoc.
Poppa: Should be a classic.
Credit: Sandstorm
Report: The match starts off with Rex strategically circling Zion quickly, trying to wear out the big man with his speed advantage. Rex makes a quick sidestep and dives shoulder first into Zion's knee, dropping him to only one. Rex jumps in for the dropkick on the remaining leg, but Zion slaps his feet away almost effortlessly. Both men get up at the same time, and again, Rex goes for the knees, but this time Zion knows better and sidesteps. He then plants a foot in the back of Idol's head. Rex gets up and Zion whips him to the ropes. On the way back, Zion goes for a big boot, but Rex ducks and hits the opposite ropes. Rex comes back with a clothesline attempt, but Zion grabs him by the throat, stopping Rex in his tracks. Zion lifts Rex up, but he receives a blatant poke in the eye for his troubles. Zion drops Rex and staggers. Rex hits the ropes behind Zion and comes in with a dropkick to the back of his knee's, dropping the big man. Rex instantly goes for the cover, 1 Zion tosses Rex up in the air, almost as high and the top turnbuckle. The fans pop at the show of strength. Rex runs to the ropes again as Zion is getting up, but is turned around and slammed hard down to the mat with a power slam. Zion picks Rex up and throws him into the corner. Zion runs at Rex, but Rex uses the ropes to hop over the incoming freight train. Rex points to his head, thinking that it was a smart move, before he turns around and realizes that Zion was more than ready for it, and is drilled with "Redemption" (Hard Lariat). Idol hits the mat hard and flips flops onto his stomach from the impact. Zion hits the ropes and drops a big leg onto the back of his head for good measure, then begins to drop a few strategically placed elbows. He then locks in a side headlock. Rex struggles for the ropes, finally getting to them after about 15 seconds. Zion is forced to break the hold, and does so reluctantly.
Stanyer: Good show of skill by Zion early on in this match.
Poppa: Yeah, well, Rex is building to something, I'm sure of it.
Zion stands up and pulls Idol with him. He throws Idol into the ropes, and goes for another "Redemption" (Hard Lariat), but Idol barely ducks it, and stops short behind Zion. Zion turns around, and is hit with "The Rexplex" (Falling Suplex), which rumbles the ring. Rex hurries up to the top rope, and jumps off with a smooth Guillotine Leg Drop, which connects right on Zion's neck. Zion flinches as Rex takes a breather on the mat. Rex is surprised, as Zion starts to slowly make his way up in such a short amount of time after the move. Idol hurries up to his feet and delivers forearm smashes to Zion's face, backing him into the ropes. He goes for the irish whip, but it is inevitable that is will be reversed, which it is. Rex is tossed to the opposite ropes and Zion runs to him. They both go for a clothesline, resulting in both men on the mat. The ref starts to count both men out. 1 2 3 4, Zion starts to get up, 5 ..6 ..7, Idol starts to get up, as Zion gets to his feet. Zion runs in and rolls Rex up for a small package. 1 .2 .Rex grabs the ropes. Zion lets him go and gets up. He pulls Rex up by his throat wit both hands, and walks to the middle of the ring, going for "Repent" (Double Chokelift), but Rex sneaks a kick to the crotch. Rex is dropped from Zion's grip, and on the way down, hooks his head and drops him with a sneaky DDT. Rex pops back up and plays to the fans. He turns back to Zion, who is starting to recover, and shows a great display of strength, by picking him up on his shoulders, and almost hitting him with "The Superstar Burst" (Rack Pancake), but Zion is just to heavy and squirms off behind Idol. He sees this as the perfect opportunity, as he hooks Idol up from behind, rotates, and hits a clean German Suplex in the middle of the ring. He lets go at the last second, so Idol's head smashes into the canvas at maximum velocity.
Stanyer: Nice even match-up here.
Poppa: Greatest show on earth!
Stanyer: No, that's the shrine circus.
Poppa: Shaddap.
Zion gets up and looks at what he has accomplished for a few seconds, before going in for the cover. 1 2 ..barely a kick out by Idol there. Zion grabs Idol by the hair and tosses him over the top rope with ease. He leans in the corner to gain his wind back for a few seconds. He does just that, and climbs out to join Idol. As he steps out of the ring, Idol is starting to slowly recover. Zion furiously grabs Idol by the arm and throws him into the steel steps knee first. You can almost hear Zion screaming, "How does that feel?!". Zion waits for Idol to get to his feet, and runs onto the steel steps and jumps off, clotheslining him right back down. The ref's count in now at 5, so Zion rolls in and out to refresh the count. Zion walks over to Idol and picks him up. They start trading shots back and forth, each men reeling from the impact. Zion gets the short end of the stick, as Rex knees him in the gut with fury. As Zion's head is down, Rex drills him in the face with a rising knee, dropping the giant. Idol rolls into the ring and hops up to the top turnbuckle. He takes a couple seconds, before diving off the tope with a giant shoulder block, backing Zion right into the steel guard rail. Zion screams in pain, as Rex also hits the floor hard. The ref's count reaches close to 8 as Rex recovers and rolls into the ring and out, once again refreshing the count. The ref starts to get angry now, as he is yelling at the two men to bring it back into the ring. Rex finally complies, as he slams Zion's head into the steel ring post. Rex is now in the ring showboating, when out of nowhere, Golgotha, Grimm, and ArchAngel enter the ring. They start to lay the beating to Idol, and the ref starts to scream frantically at the three men. Suddenly, the DUX make their way down the ramp and start to beat on Golgotha, Grimm, and ArchAngel. The ref has no control over the match now, and has no other option but to rule the match a no contest. The brawl continues as the DUX toss Golgotha and Grimm over the top rope, but are then clotheslined over by ArchAngel. They all fight up the ramp and finally exit the ring area.
Stanyer: What a waste of a perfectly good match!
Poppa: What are you kidding me? Look at the carnage!
The ref goes outside to check on Zion, who is still reeling from the shot to the ring post. The ref informs him of the call, and Zion almost hits the ref, who quickly dashes away. Zion looks up the ramp and can be seen screaming the names of Golgotha, Grimm and ArchAngel. The slams the floor hard with his hand and gets up, starting to leave the area.
Stanyer: Well, it appears that Golgotha and company have some hell to pay.
Poppa: And I sure as hell can't wait!
Stanyer: You wouldn't.
Cameras fade in to Pel's luxurious office, which recieves a sea of boos when the shot pans around and we see Sabre casually picking away at a fingernail. Pel turns in his chair from the monitor which shows the boss the transpirings in the ring...
Pellington: "Poor Zion."
Sabre: "Meh."
Pellington: "So.... I asked you in here to see if you've come to a decision over your opponent for End of the World."
A slight pop sounds overhead at the mere mention of the night of nights, and Sabre glances above, annoyed by the noise emitting from the arena...
Sabre: "Yes, well... I've decided that all year I've been getting funny looks from a coffee maker in the hallway. I think it's time we settled that fued with a scaffold match."
Pellington: "Scaffold match?"
Sabre: "There's something about spilling hot coffee onto the masses that excites me."
Pellington: "Riiiiight. So by that terrible reply I assume you haven't decided on an opponent?"
Sabre: "Heavens no. I'm just scouting the talent out there... seeing if ANYBODY out there is worthy of going up against The Man. You know what I'm talking about right, bro?"
Sabre points his hands in a gun-like fasion and shoots off two big ones right at the boss, who looks unimpressed...
Pellington: "Well make it soon or else I'll make it for you."
Sabre: "Woah woah woah... Don't worry big man... I'll make the decision."
Pellington: "Good."
Sabre: ".... when I'M ready."
Pellington: "Right. Well, while you're deciding I think it's time to defend your title."
Sabre looks at his watch and shakes his head...
Sabre: "I'm sorry mate but the doc says otherwise... 2.045 hours left until I'm fit enough to get back into that ring.... too bad I didn't make it in time to wrestle tonight hey."
Pellington: "Yes, 'mate' it is a shame however I'm happy you decided to grace us with your presence regardless."
Sabre: "Anything for you, big man."
Pellington: "Right. Well, it means I can tell you right now that next week I'll be putting your title on the line. Moreso, I'll be giving Zion a chance at capturing some gold. Next Havoc... Zion versus Sabre for the PWF title."
A slight pop erupts again but is mostly covered in 'ooooooo' at the thought of Sabre taking on a literal giant. Sabre stares a hole into Pellington who merely stares back.... before Sabre grins, shrugging his shoulders...
Sabre: "Sounds like fun. It'll be good to finally shake off this ring rust."
Sabre turns on his heel and walks out, leaving Pellington to swivel his chair and continue to watch the monitor. The camera zooms into the screen which is displaying the PWF ring before cutting to the real thing....
Davey K is in the locker room warming up for his match with Kilgore. Melvin (the water guy's brother) is there with a bucket of water and ice
Melvin: Davey, Kilgore is a bit, well mean
Davey: Mean? Mean? You can bet your jizz filled tissue hes mean
Melvin: Jizz filled tissue?
Davey: Melvin, Melvin, Melvin, I know you don't buy those magazines for the articles, and the bathroom always has an odour of erm lust in there. So don't come the innocent with me. You're an excitable young man.
Melvin: Erm, Davey, my mom is watching this.
Davey: And? She should know about your constant throttling of the sausage, damn it boy, your going to go blind
Melvin: Davey! Stop!
Davey: Sorry. Anyway tonight. Its me against Kilgore. Im on the road to success now. Ive been in Mediocre Town for too long and tonight I start my journey to some gold. After the PPV I lost to that absolute freak on legs, Sandstorm, but that's the past. Who cares? Tonight, like every Havoc is all about me.
Melvin: There is some tough competition in the tournament even if you do make it through.
Davey: Pardon? Are you saying that I cant just cruise past those nobodies, and finally become PWF Champion. And realise my dream.
Melvin: I thought you dream was that Jennifer Lopez would leap from a tub of ice cream, and require, as you say "licking clean"
Davey: Yeah, that's a dream that is still very much in the process of happening. But I can realise this one, a hell of a lot quicker. My opposition Kilgore, Ive fought him before. Im aware of what he has got to offer but what your forgetting is that Im Superstar Davey K. Not "Loser" Davey K, not "Weak" Davey K, but Superstar. I mean, when Kilgore is finished with, whose next Gambino? Erm wow, a bit of an old has been. That guy stinks of piss and old man cardigans.
Melvin: What do Old Men Jumpers smell like?
Davey: Erm ..Gambino? Fool. Splinter is in the mix? Why? Why the hell are we letting a failed actor in?
Melvin: Failed actor?
Davey: Yeah Dumbass, have you never seen the film with the mutated turtles and the funny looking rat. MVD is in there, that guy still around? I like to think I successfully disposed everyone of the g.W.o. They took me on and then self destructed. He wont remember, but I remember, around a year ago, when Mr Vaginal Disease wanted my European gold, so I slammed him face first into a cane. Mmmm, sweet. Almost "toooo sweeet"
Melvin: Copyright Davey?
Davey: Yeah, yeah, sorry. So him and his slut bag ho faced wife JVD aren't a threat. Who else is in this thing?
Melvin: Brod?
Davey: Geek boy and an anal retentive. Next?
Melvin: Nightshade?
Davey: No the lights in here are fine.
Melvin: The wrestler?
Davey: Not familiar with his work. Sounds a bit of a freak. So technically, I should win. Because I know who I am, and Im the best Im gonna be champion. Buckle up kid, your in for a ride.
Melvin: Davey are we in an 80's film?
Davey: Its this kind of cheek that makes me mad. Shush, go get my lucky underwear. Tonight, like every night, is all about Davey K!
Stanyer: Yet another big match signed for next weeks Havoc, we have Rex Idol v Golgotha to unify two titles, a PWF Title match between Zion & Sabre, and of course, the final Battle Royal to end the tournament.
Poppa: Nice to see my old partner getting himself in trouble, AGAIN.
Stanyer: Well, we've got to move onto our next match, which is between Kilgore & Davey K.
Poppa: Have you see Kilgore recently? He's gone completely off the rails!!! The guy belongs in an Asylum if you ask me, not in a wrestling ring.
Stanyer: I'm not arguing with that point.
#1 Contenders Tournament - Quarter Final
Credit: Suicide
Report: The bell rings as Kilgore and Davey circle each other in the ring. They dive into a collar and elbow tie up. Kilgore fakes this however, and kicks Davey in the gut. Davey bends over and Kilgore hits him with a double axe handle in the back. Davey falls to his knees and Kilgore kicks him in the ribs. Davey rolls over holding his ribs. Kilgore snaps and begins to stomp the hell out of Davey. Davey rolls holding himself, and ends up rolling out of the ring.
Stanyer: "Kilgore has snapped."
Poppa: "Definitely. This is not Leon Calvano."
Kilgore runs against he opposite ropes ready to leap over the ropes, but he stops before he gets there. He reaches up and begins pulling on his hair. He lets out a loud scream, and he continues to pull on his hair. Davey has risen to his feet and is looking at Kilgore. The ref has backed away from Kilgore and looks at him also. Kilgore is shaking his head violently from side to side then suddenly stops. Kilgore rubs his forehead with his hand then looks at Davey who is climbing into the ring.
Stanyer: "What the hell was that?"
Poppa: "I'm not sure, but it looked really weird."
Stanyer: "I think Kilgore might be Leon Calvano now."
Davey is now back in the ring and Kilgore walks over to him. Davey quickly throws a right hand staggering Kilgore back. Davey charges Kilgore and knocks him down with a clothesline. Kilgore is back to his feet and Davey knock him down again with a clothesline. Kilgore slowly gets to his feet, and he ducks another clothesline attempt by Davey. Kilgore grabs Davey and nails a neckbreaker. Kilgore grabs Davey's head and locks in a rear chin lock. Davey reaches out for the ropes but is too far away. Kilgore wrenches back on Davey's head. Davey continues to battle the hold and finally gets to his feet. Kilgore still has the hold locked on, however. Davey hits a few elbows to the ribs and pushes Kilgore off. Kilgore bounces off the ropes and knocks Davey down with a shoulder block. Kilgore runs against the ropes and leaps over Davey. Davey gets to his feet and attempts a powerslam on the returning Kilgore, but Kilgore reverses it into a small package. 1 2 Kick out.
Stanyer: "That would've been a premature ending to this match."
Poppa: "Kilgore appears to have the upper hand here."
Kilgore pulls Davey to his feet by his hair and grabs his head for a ddt. Before he can execute, Davey reverses it into a release northern lights suplex. Kilgore bounces to a sitting position and lets out a terrifying scream.
Poppa: "Oh God, Kilgore's back."
Stanyer: "Bye, bye Leon."
Kilgore is immediately on his feet and runs at Davey knocking him down with a hard clothesline. He picks Davey up and nails a suplex. Kilgore mounts him and begins to deliver a massive beating to the face of Davey. Davey squirms in all directions trying to get Kilgore off of him. Kilgore continues to lay a beating on Davey until the ref drags him off. Kilgore reaches up and yanks a chunk of his own hair out. He lets out another horrific yell. Davey is rising to his feet and Kilgore runs at him. Davey dodges Kilgore and tosses him over the top rope.
Stanyer: "Davey sends Kilgore over the top rope all the way to the floor below."
Poppa: "It appeared as if Kilgore's face smashed against the ground."
Kilgore slowly pulls himself up and regains his composure. Davey is in the ring doing the same. Kilgore walks over to the timekeeper and throws him out of his chair. He picks up the chair and slides into the ring. The ref tries to take the chair out of Kilgore's hands, but Kilgore just shrugs him off. He goes to swing at Davey, but stops. He takes on hand off of the chair and rubs his head again.
Poppa: "Leon appears to be back."
Kilgore grabs the chair with both hands, but Davey dropkicks it back in his face. Kilgore falls to the mat. While the ref is trying to get the chair out of the ring, Davey covers Kilgore. 1 2 Kilgore barely gets the shoulder off of the mat. Davey pulls him up by his hair and whips him into the ropes, and nails Kilgore with a powerslam. Davey lifts Kilgore to his feet and signals for the end. He picks Kilgore up and kicks him in the gut. He then sets him up and nails the Superstar Slam (Pedigree). He covers Kilgore. 1 2 3!
Poppa: "Davey K picks up the win."
Stanyer: "Wow, what a weird contest."
Poppa: "Kilgore really needs to get himself under control."
Stanyer: "Yeah, either that or get some severe mental help."
The cameras cut backstage where we see Ted Tedison standing outside Gambino's locker room with a microphone. He's waiting for the former champion to make an appearance
Tedison: I'm here outside Gambino's locker room, hoping to speak with him concerning his loss at Downfall and the tournament tonight.
The door opens up and Gambino appears in his ring attire
Tedison: Gambino, could I get a quick word with you?
Gambino: Sure.
Tedison: Well, it's been a few weeks since your brutal match with Homicide at Downfall. You haven't spoken much about the match, would you care to do so now?
Gambino: Well Tedison, what's there to say? I lost the match and I'm no longer champion, plain and simple. It was a hell of a match and Homicide is a hell of a competitor.
Tedison: We all saw you lose the match along with your title, but what you did after the match I think puzzled some people. Shaking hands with Homicide was a bit out of character for you, wasn't it?
Gambino: Homicide pinned me in the middle of the ring and took my title from me, so he earned my respect and I felt the need so show it. So I extended my hand to him and congratulated him on his victory. I have no problem showing respect to a top notch athlete like Homicide. I do have a problem with what happened after that handshake though.
Tedison: I think we were all shocked when he attacked you after that great show of respect.
Gambino: Attacked me? He kicked my ass! I showed him a hell of a lot of respect for pinning me and that son of a bitch turned right around and kicked my ass, right there in the middle of the ring. It pisses me off. But what pisses me off even more is the fact that I get the call the other day and find out that I'm not gonna get a rematch. I have to take place in a tournament if I want a damn rematch. But that's fine. I'll participate in the tournament and I'll get my rematch against Homicide.
Tedison: You're confident that you'll win the tournament?
Gambino: Not only will I win the tournament and claim my spot in the End of the World main event. But I'll go into the End of the World main event and pin every son of a bitch in the ring and reclaim what is mine, the PWF World Title.
Tedison: You've got Sandstorm in the first round of the tournament, do you have anything to say going into the match against him?
Gambino: It's too bad you got me in the first round tonight Sandy, because your ass won't see round two. Now if you'll excuse me Tedison, I've got a match to prepare for.
Gambino walks back into the locker room and closes the door behind him
Stanyer: Well folks, it's time for our main event, as Gambino takes on Sandstorm in the last of our Tournament matches for the night.
Poppa: Sandstorm will be looking to put on the performance of his life, not only is he facing a living legend in Gambino, but he's fighting in his home country, MY home country, Canada. And if that doesn't inspire him, nothing will.
#1 Contenders Tournament - Quarter Final
Credit: The Pelican
Report: Gambino starts the match as soon as he steps through the ropes by heading straight for Sandstorm and clocking him with a hard right hand. Gambino unleashes a volley of hard right hands on Sandstorm, battering him towards the ropes. Gambino whips Sandstorm to the opposite side and then flattens him with a devastating clothesline. Gambino looks to be pretty fired up, probably venting his anger about losing the World Title. He drags Sandstorm up to his feet and gives him a violent knee to the gut, then throws him into the corner. He then proceeds to stomp Sandstorm right down into the corner, followed quickly by a Foot Choke, which is only broken by the Ref's 5 count. Sandstorm immediately rolls out of the ring and starts to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Gambino paces around the ring angrily.
Poppa: A wise move from Sandstorm, Gambino might have projected a calm aura backstage, but it's clear that there is a lot of pent-up frustration there.
Stanyer: Losing the PWF World Title will do that to you. Unfortunately for Sandstorm, he's about to become a victim of circumstances.
Homicide: I must confess, I had a hand in that. And boy did I enjoy it.
Poppa: Unless he can do something about it of course.
Homicide: Like I said at the top of the show, Gambino doesn't even deserve to be in this tournament. I've already beaten him, why should I be forced to waste my energy doing it again? I hope Sandstorm wins, as he deserves a shot.
After some time to recover, Sandstorm starts to roll back into the ring, but Gambino immediately comes in to stomp down Sandstorm, except Sandstorm is too quick for him. He slides back out of the ring, grabbing Gambino's leg in the process. He then drags him out of the ring and immediately uses his shoulder to drive Gambino into the ring. Sandstorm then hits Gambino with a couple of hard right hands before delivering a boot to the gut. He pulls him towards the announcer's table and slams him into it headfirst. Sandstorm then pulls Gambino up and charges with him towards the ringpost, but Gambino gets in an elbow to the gut and pushes Sandstorm off him, face first into the ring post. Sandstorm rolls away holding his face, before staggering to his feet. Gambino rolls him back into the ring, and then follows him. Gambino hooks Sandstorm up and delivers a Vertical Suplex. He then instantly comes off the near ropes and delivers a Knee Drop. He goes for a cover. .1 ..2 Sandstorm kicks out. Gambino pulls him to his feet and hits a couple of right hands before he goes for an irish whip. Sandstorm reverses, but ducks down for the Back Body Drop a little too early, and it allows Gambino to deliver a DDT. He goes for another cover. 1 ..2 . Sandstorm kicks out again.
Homicide: Somebody wake me up when it's over. I don't know why I came out here, I could have spent my time watching paint dry. At least it'd be more entertaining than watching this.
Stanyer: The match has only just gotten under way!! Give it a chance.
Homicide: How about me and you have a match right here? That'd be entertaining.
Poppa: Hey, I'm the ex-wrestler here, not him.
Homicide: Yeah, I remember you, don't you hold the record for losing more European Title matches than any other wrestler?
Poppa:
Homicide: Thought that'd shut you up.
Gambino picks Sandstorm up and whips him into the ropes, only for Sandstorm to grab the ropes to stop himself. Gambino charges at Sandstorm, but gets backdropped over the top rope. Gambine gets to his feet, and is about to climb into the ring when he gets sent flying backwards into the guard rail via a Baseball Slide from Sandstorm.
Homicide: You know, this match is starting to brighten up, you might have been right after all.
Sandstorm rolls out of the ring and pulls Gambino to his feet and then whips him hard into the steel steps. Sandstorm drags Gambino to his feet, who is now holding his shoulder, but the former World Champion explodes on Sandstorm with a pair of hard right hands. Sandstorm manages to stun Gambino with a Headbutt and then sweeps his legs from underneath him. He turns around and then catapults Gambino towards the ring post. Luck seems to be guiding Sandstorm tonight, as Gambino crashes Shoulder first into the ring post. Gambino is quick to his feet, but has to stoop over and lean against the apron as he tries to get some feeling back into his left shoulder. Sandstorm drives a hard knee into his gut and then rolls him back into the ring. Gambino gets to his feet, still favouring his shoulder. Sandstorm grabs him and throws him through the ring ropes, sending him crashing shoulder first into the ring post. Sandstorm pulls Gambino out and away, before spinning back around and slamming him into the ring post once again.
Poppa: Smart tactics from Sandstorm, he's picked a body part to focus on, he's now weakening that same body part.
Stanyer: And he'll follow it up with a submission hold to try and get Gambino to tap out, classic wrestling strategy.
Homicide: And one which I thoroughly enjoy.
Sandstorm pulls Gambino away from the corner and twists his arm into an arm wrench. He yanks at it a few times, sending pain shooting through Gambino's shoulder. He then turns it over his shoulder and delivers an Arm Popper. Gambino drops to the mat and writhes around in pain. Sandstorm takes his injured arm and locks in a Sitting Reverse Armbar. The ref slides down and asks if Gambino wants to give up, but gets a resounding no. Sandstorm releases the hold and then stamps on the shoulder a few times before locking in the Armbar once again. Once again Gambino refuses to give up, but this time Sandstorm keeps the hold locked on. Gambino summons up what energy he can and then begins to pull himself towards the ropes. He struggles, but just manages to grab the bottom rope and force Sandstorm to break the hold. Sandstorm angrily drags Gambino to his feet and promptly rams him shoulder first into the turnbuckle. He then grabs the left arm of Gambino and swings him over with an Arm Drag and lands in position to lock on a Cross Armbreaker. Gambino fights it, refusing to let his arm go straight. To break the attempt, Gambino has to reach over and deliver three right hands to Sandstorm, which force him to back off.
Homicide: Come on Sandstorm, I don't have all day. If this was me, I'd have beaten him by now..
Poppa: I thought your match with Gambino at Downfall lasted around 30 minutes?
Homicide: That was just me dragging the match out, got to make things look good on PPV you know. I could have beaten Gambino in 2 minutes if I wanted to.
Stanyer: Yeah, and we all believe that one.
Homicide: Are you calling me a liar Jay? I do hope you aren't, because the consequences could be very, VERY nasty.
Stanyer: Forget I said anything.
Sandstorm and Gambino get to their feet, they exchange right hands for a moment, but then Gambino gains control and beats Sandstorm back. He goes for a Scoop Slam, but his shoulder gives out and he has to release Sandstorm. Gambino takes a boot to the gut from Sandstorm, and then gets set up for a Powerbomb. Sandstorm flips Gambino up, but gets caught with a few right hands to the face. Gambino then hooks Sandstorm's head with his left arm and swings him around to deliver a DDT. Gambino rolls away favouring his injured shoulder, while Sandstorm is flat out. After a few seconds, Gambino crawls over, clearly still in pain, and makes the cover. 1 .2 .. Sandstorm kicks out. Gambino drags Sandstorm to his feet with just his right arm, his left arm hanging limp. He hits a few hard right hands and then whips Sandstorm to the ropes. He smashes him down with a clothesline, and then goes for a cover immediately, .1 2 .. Sandstorm kicks out again.
Poppa: Looks like Gambino wants to end this match as quickly as he can, that shoulder must really be hurting him.
Homicide: He isn't good enough to end this match, it's only a matter of time before Sandstorm beats his washed up ass.
Gambino pulls Sandstorm up and throws him into the corner, he rattles him with some hard right hands and then whips him towards the opposite corner. He charges in after him, but Sandstorm explodes out of the corner and smashes Gambino down with a clothesline. Gambino is quick to his feet, but Sandstorm lifts him onto his shoulders for the Mummification (Rack Pancake), only for Gambino to slide down the back, hook Sandstorm's head and deliver a Reverse DDT. Gambino hooks the leg. .1 2 Sandstorm gets his shoulder up in time. Gambino backs off and summons Sandstorm to get to his feet, which he does, albeit slowly. Gambino then hooks up Sandstorm and plants him In Harm's Way (Sambo Suplex). Gambino hooks the leg for a cover ..1 2 .. Sandstorm just gets his shoulder up. Gambino backs away a 2nd time, this time tapping his thigh, signalling for the Mafia Kick. Sandstorm staggers to his feet, and Gambino delivers the devastating kick, but Sandstorm managed to pull Referee Mark Johnson into the line of fire at the last possible moment, and it's he who takes the blow. Gambino realises what has happened and tries to attend to the referee, but this allows Sandstorm to kick him hard in the left shoulder, stunning him for a moment, long enough for Sandstorm to hoist him up and plant him with the Anubis Driver (Reverse DVD).
Homicide: You know, I'm in a giving mood tonight, so I think I'll give someone a nice present.
Homicide tosses off his headset and paces around the announcers table to the timekeepers area. He throws James Smith to one side and grabs the Steel Chair he was sitting on. He folds it up and then slides it into the ring to Sandstorm, bringing a smile to his face. Homicide goes back to his position at the announcers table, and looks puzzled at Stanyer & Poppa's incredulous faces.
Homicide: What? I was giving Sandstorm a present.
Stanyer: You gave him a steel chair!!! So he could beat down Gambino.
Homicide: And there's something wrong with that?
Poppa: Well, it is against the rules.
Homicide: Who's going to enforce the rules? The referee? Oh wait, he's unconscious!!!
Stanyer: Why don't we announcer's have any power!!!
Homicide: Because you're dumb, I think I'd quit if an announcer could enforce the rules.
Poppa: Besides Jay, it'd just mean they'd have to knock us out as well, so they could cheat.
Stanyer: Good point Poppa.
In the ring, Sandstorm picks up the chair and then unleashes on Gambino three brutal chair shots to his prone body. As he paces around the ring, he sees that Mark Johnson is starting to recover, so he taps the mat as Gambino is slowly trying to get to his feet, preparing to deliver a finishing shot to the head. Sandstorm raises the chair and is about to charge in when Gambino explodes with a Mafia Kick, crashing the chair back into Sandstorm's face. The chair flies out of the ring and both men collapse to the canvas. Mark Johnson is beginning to come around, and crawls over towards the two competitors, at the same time, Gambino, lifted by the crowd, crawls over to Sandstorm and drapes an arm over him. Mark Johnson makes a slow count. 1 2 .3!!!!!!
Homicide: DAMMIT!!!! Oh well, no matter, I guess Gambino is just delaying the inevitable, he'll lose next week, it's no big deal.
Stanyer: Gambino picks up the win, despite some help from our wonderful World Champion over here.
Homicide: Don't get sarcastic with me, or I might show you what a Boston Massacre really feels like.
Poppa: Sandstorm gave a good account of himself, but on this night, it just wasn't enough.
Stanyer: And we are out of time folks, we'll see you all next week.
Homicide: LUCKY BASTARD!!!!
Homicide shouts out as the camera pans out to show Homicide standing up at the announcer's table, staring straight at Gambino, who is staring straight back at him. The camera then fades to black.
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