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Winnipeg Arena
Manitoba, Canada
Saturday 26th July 2003
Attendance: 19,924
The USA Network logo fades out as "Fiend" by Coal Chamber starts. Flashes of some of the earlier PWF matches are shown then as the music kicks in the images get quicker and often more violent. We see flashes of the entire Havoc roster, showing some of the great moments of each wrestler. As the music ends, the Saturday Night Havoc logo fades in and then we cut to the Winnipeg Arena in Winnipeg, Manitoba, where Pyro's blast off all around the arena, the crowd goes wild and holds up their signs for the camera's to see. Finally we cut to the new PWF announcing team of Jason Stanyer, and his now familiar colleague, Big Poppa.
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome once again to Saturday Night Havoc!!!
Poppa: It's good to be back home.
Stanyer: (sounding puzzled) I thought you were from San Fransisco?
Poppa: Dammit, how did you know that?
Stanyer: I AM the Head of Talent Relations remember?
Poppa: Well there goes my plan to suck up to the Canadian Crowd
Stanyer: Perhaps you should go through this weeks card
Poppa: Yeah, Yeah, sure, whatever..
Brod v ArchAngel
Cyrus deWynter v Shane Ballard (Extreme Title)
Zion v Golgotha
Splinter v Kilgore
Homicide & MVD v Mystery Partners
Stanyer: Well, perhaps we will get to find out who Homicide & MVD's mystery partners are, as I'm told MVD is on his way to the ring.
Poppa: Wόnderbar.
Stanyer: What?
Poppa: It's German, it means "Wonderful". Tsch, don't you know anything?
Stanyer: I just don't happen to have any use for the German language, come to think of it, why do you know any of it?
Poppa: Toured there for a little while.
Stanyer: I don't recall reading about you wrestling in Germany?
Poppa: Never said I wrestled, I toured there as a erm best not to go into that, it was a long time ago, and I needed the money.
Stanyer: Come on, you've caught everyone's interest now.
The arena turns dark and a flashing neon green light begins to eminate from the stage and Snap Your Fingers, Snap your Neck by Dry Kill Logic hits and MVD appears in his usual casual gear and armed with a microphone, he then orders the stage crew to cut the music.........
Poppa: Never thought I'd be thankful to hear MVD's music.
Stanyer: We'll continue this discussion later.
Poppa: Over my dead body.
MVD:- I want you all to shut the fuck up and listen to what i gotta say, that goes for all the jackass'es in the back, including Pellington!
An asshole chant kicks up and MVD becomes visably fustrated with the crowd placing his hands on his hips and jesturing towards his watch like he is in a hurry......... the crowd eventually stops......
MVD:- I don't know how Mr P gets off on this shit but he is obviously having the time of his life by making mine a misery. Tonight........ ME! M..V..D (2 thumb pose) should be in the main event, battling for the PWF World Title against the mightly Homo-phobe! Sorry Homicide, same thing? But no, in his eternal wisdom Mr P has placed me and the king of ring sting in a tag team match against a team of his choice!
A loud cheer goes around the crowd
MVD:- I mean what the fuck is going on? Not only do i not get my match, i get paired with the most in-capable wrestler in the PWF!
A large boo goes round the crowd
MVD:- I mean how does Mr P expect MVD to carry the World Title and his partner throughout the whole match, man i could hurt my back or something! ............... Enough of the small-talk, in all serious......... i want........... NO NO, I DEMAND that Mr P gets his ass out here and amends this callous mistake immediately!
No sooner does MVD finish his sentence "Awake" By Godsmack hits and out steps the PWF World Heavyweight Champion Homicide who immediately approches MVD and casually wraps his arm around his neck as if they were best buddies!
Homicide:- Well if it isn't my best friend, Matt... Van..Dam (the crowd sings along with Homicide on this one to the fustration of MVD!) Now if i didn;t know better Matt i'd be sensing a hint of displeasure in your voice Matt, whats the problem with 2 pals getting it together in the ring for old times sake!
MVD:- For 1 Homicide we are not getting anything together lets get that straight! (a you kissed lang chant goes around the arena) and secondly you can forget all this best buddy bullshit, i know exactly what you are trying to pull you fucking snake!
Homicide looks puzzled by MVD's statement
Homicide:- What do you mean?
MVD:- You know damn well you cannot possibly survive in the ring with Matt Van Dam! And each and every bullshit stunt Pellington pulls is another week you desperately cling to your title, well you can't hide from me forever Homicide because that belt belongs to me! I know your in Pellington's pocket but you will not overcome the mountain you must climb to beat MVD, few have done it and even less will so in the future!
Without any prompting Mr Pellington stomps out onto the stage looking less than impressed with MVD's statement!
Pellington:- You know Matt, for a guy with no friends in this business you got an awfully big mouth!
Crowd roars with agreement!
Pellington:- And to quote a famous song "your mouth's writing cheques that your ass can't cash!"
crowd pops big time for Pellington at the mention of Limp Bizkit's "Full Nelson"
Mr Pellington pauses to soak in the crowds response and then slyly grins at MVD as if the proverbian light bulb has just flashed in his mind!
Pellington:- Now to bring your big whine to a complete anti-climax Matt you will most definately Partner Homicide against a team of choice right here tonight in Winnipeg!!!.
MVD:- What the fuck! This is bullshit Pellington, you can't get away with this you bastard!
Pellington:- Oh and for that little outburst Matt you'll be facing another very unlikely duo,. But i expect you being such a great superstar, you'll have no problem facing Gambino & Sabre........... have a nice day!
Homicide and Pellington walk back into the locker room as the camera zooms in on the face of MVD as it is literally on the floor in shock and the scene fades to static.
Stanyer: Well, now we know what our Main Event match is, as Sabre & Gambino will team up to take on Homicide & MVD.
Poppa: That makes two teams I never thought I'd see
Stanyer: Two VERY unlikely tag teams. Lets not forget that tonight we feature the debut of the mysterious newcomer, Cyrus deWynter. The wrestler who hates Extreme, and yet has agreed to face Shane Ballard for the Extreme Title, should be interesting
Poppa: Let's all feel sorry for Splinter, he has to face the insane one, Kilgore!!!
Stanyer: A nightmare match for sure.
Poppa: "But right now, I'm being told there is something going on backstage..."
The cameras cut to backstage, where Golgotha and Zion Crest are having a bit of a confrontation. Things haven't escalated to violence yet, but Zion is ticked.
Zion: "You told me you had my back last week, Mr. Golgotha, and yet you didn't even come down ringside at all. I demand to know why!"
Zion takes a step towards Golgotha, and the Hardcore Christian backs off and puts his hands up, like he is trying to beg Zion off.
Golgotha: "Easy there big man. Were you watching the same match I saw last week? You put up one hell of a fight. I didn't think it was nessacary for me to run down and risk costing you a match that you had undercontrol."
Zion: "I'll have a another match under control tonight, and this time victory will not escape me, Mr. Golgotha. And you will not escape me or my wrath either."
Golgotha: "If you really want to fight me, then ok. I just don't want to embarass you like I did at a Date with Destiny. Truth is, you have never beaten me, Zion, and I think you are bitting off more than you can chew."
Zion: "I am warning you, you have crossed me one to many times. You had better be very careful tonight, because your friends might not be around to help you win. In case you haven't noticed, I've made some friends of my own. Watch your back, Mr. Golgotha, because you are the only one who can tonight."
Zion pushes past Golgotha, and walks down the hall as we leave the Hardcore Christian with a bit of fear on his face.
Stanyer: The battle between Zion & Golgotha is FAR from over.
Poppa: But their duel with Down Under Xpress is just beginning.
Stanyer: Last week, LJ fought Grimm, who shockingly left the company last week, now Brod has to take on ArchAngel.
Poppa: I'm still surprised Grimm left, well actually, I probably shouldn't, as he has quit once before.
Stanyer: This time however, I don't think he'll be coming back.
Credit: Golgotha
Music hits.... a wire outline of the letters 'DUX' lowers over the ring and begins to ignite into a sparkly outline... A pause in the music and as it restarts a shot of pyro in the style of an 'X' shoots out on the ramp followed by 3 shots of pyro straight into the air either side of the entrance.... Brod walks thru after the pyro as lights shine an outline of the letters in 'BROD' down the aisle as he walks past (e.g. at the top of the ramp the letter 'B' then further down 'R' and so on until he reaches the ring) as he gets to the ring apron furtherest from the sparkler outlined 'DUX' he gives an 'X' salute before entering the ring.
James: Introducing, from Albany, Australia, weighing 273lbs, Brod!!!
The arena goes dark, and a hush falls over the crowd. The Titantron then suddenly comes to life, and these words appear on the screen:
Romans 13:4 - For he is the minister of God to thee for good. But if thou do that which is evil, be afraid; for he beareth not the sword in vain: for he is the minister of God, a revenger to execute wrath upon him that doeth evil.
Holier Than Thou by Metallica then suddenly hits and a tall powerful looking man with long white hair pulled back in a ponytail appears at the top of the ramp. He has on long white tights adorned by gold crosses on each leg, along with white boots also bearing gold crosses.
James: Introducing, from Jerusalem, Israel, weighing 285lbs, "The Redeemer" ArchAngel.
Report: The two wrestlers tie up as soon as the bell rings. Archangel is quick to shove Brod to the mat. Brod gets up and immediately returns the favor. Archangel stands and signals that he wants a test of strength, by raising his left arm. Brod is reluctant to accept, but does. As the two link hands, Archangel knees Brod in the gut and flips him over in a Northern Lights style suplex. Archangel then mounts Brod to hit him a few times, but Brod quickly reverses and starts swinging at Archangel. The duo roll around on the canvas, until they reach the ropes and the ref has to separate them.
Stanyer: "These two are wasting little time fighting each other."
Poppa: "Yeah, there has been a lot of tension building up between these to these past few weeks."
Stanyer: "The DUX are the only tag team to remain after we got rid of the division. How will they do now that there isn't any competition in the Tag division?"
Poppa: "What's more important, is can Brod make the transition to singles wrestling and defeat Archangel? After all, LJ and Golgotha have been banned from ringside."
Archangel gets up and runs towards the ropes, bounces off of them and is met with a T-bone Suplex from Brod. The man from the land down under picks up Archangel and grapples him from behind. The Angelic Avenger elbows Brod in the head, spins around and reverses the grapple. Almost instantly, Archangel connects with the "Angel Wings" (Full Nelson Suplex) dropping Brod right on his head. Archangel stomps Brod a few times for good measure, before grabbing Brod by the head and lifting him up. Archangel puts Brod in the powerbomb position, but the DUX member has enough sense to backdrop his opponent. As Archangel is getting up, Brod is quick to deliver DDT. While Archangel is down, Brod climbs up to the top rope and jumps off with the "Grey Matter" (Rolling Hangover)
Poppa: "Brod seems to be doing pretty well right now."
Stanyer: "Does that surprise you?"
Poppa: "Not really, he is a good wrestler and Archangel looks to have some ring rust on him."
Stanyer: "Are you saying that Archangel is having an off day?"
Poppa: "You said it, not me."
Brod whips Archangel to the corner and climbs on the turnbuckle, setting him up for the "Low Rider," (Diamond Dust) But AA counters with a Flipping Slam. AA picks Brod up and Military presses the Australian. Then, he drops him forward with a gutbuster. Brod grabs his ribs/chest. Archangel wraps his arm around Brod's head and points to the roof. It looks like he is going to try for his finisher, "Hammer of God" (JackHammer) But Brod punches Archangel in the ribs and drops him with a spinebuster. Brod then sets AA up for a Russian leg sweep next to the ropes. Brod trips AA's leg, they both fall back, hit the ropes, and Brod uses the momentum to do a facebuster. Then Brod goes for a vertical Suplex. He lifts AA up, but AA kicks his legs in the air, lands back down on his feet, and drives Brod down with a killer DDT. Brod lands and accidentally hits the ref. All 3 men are down and AA is the first to slowly get up. As AA sets Brod up once again for the "Hammer of God," Zion Crest charges the ring! There is a brief exchange between the two, and Zion delivers a huge Chokeslam to AA. Zion puts Brod on top of the fallen Angel, and revives the ref to make the count....1 2 3!
Stanyer: "Well it looks like we have a winner."
Poppa: "Yeah, with an assist from Zion. Wasn't he banned from ringside?"
Stanyer: "No, Golgotha and LJ were banned, not Zion."
Poppa: "Well, that interference serves AA right, after all of Golgothas matches he's interfered in."
Stanyer: "I'll agree with you there."
Zion walks with Brod up to the ramp. AA slowly gets up and stares right at Zion.
Poppa: "I don't think things are over between AA and Zion.
Cameras cut immediatley to the backstage area, capturing Sabre full frame as he marches down a corridor full flight, staring straight ahead. As he walks, the camera also captures MVD off to the side, as he looks at Sabre, snickering. Sabre stops, looks off to MVD, and sneers...
Sabre: "What's up with you, Jean Claude? Thinking a good joke you heard on Will and Grace?"
MVD: "Yeah, Good one. Actually... I was just thinking about how you carry that belt around... like it actually meant something."
Matt stares at the PWF title hanging from Sabre's shoulder as The Man simply scratches his chin...
Sabre: "Yeah, funny. Look, I'm just going to walk out to that ring and tell the PWF fans out there who my opponent will be for End of the World..."
A pop from the crowd is heard at the mention of the event to end all events...
Sabre: "... and you keep laughing. See you later, batboy."
MVD: "Why go out there? Just tell me to my face... you're choosing me as your opponent, right?"
Sabre grins and pats Matt on the shoulder, laughing...
Sabre: "Yeah right. Sorry pal.. you just stick to wrestling Lang while I put on a damn show out here... cheers, squeezer."
Sabre turns away but MVD, snarling, suddenly belts The Man from behind with an elbow to the back of the head. As Sabre crouches down, MVD begins pummeling him with shots to the back. He spins Sabre around, aiming for a haymaker but the champ quickly counters it, hitting his own right hands right on the mug. Both men grapple, but MVD lands a knee to the groin, doubling Sabre over once more. MVD quickly takes Sabre by the head and Irish whips him straight into the brick wall. The fans 'oooooo!' as Sabre's head cracks against the wall with a sickening thud.
MVD: "Hey, if it's not me, then it's not going to be anyone. Oh... and I'm NOT FREAKIN GAY!"
Matt strolls off as staff appear to help Sabre, who still lies motionless on the floor...
Poppa: "Wow, No love lost between Sabre and MVD."
Stanyer: "Recently MVD has gotten away with too much. Splinter still has a mark on his hand from where Matt stabbed him with a pencil. The question is... will Sabre be ready for the main event tonight?"
Poppa: "I'd say yes, but he sure isn't making any announcements tonight."
Camera's catch up to Zion backstage who is walking towards the ring. He spots the DUX who are by the catering table.
Zion: Hey guys.
Brod: Hey pal what's up?
Zion: Well in a few moment's I'm going to put Golgotha in his place but I just know he's going to have some back up. I was just wondering if...
Brod: No problems pal you've already helped us out enough tonight so we'll be happy to keep an eye in things for you.
Zion: Thanks guys I'll see you later.
Zion leaves as a can of coke explodes in LJ's face.
LJ: Ok that is the absolute LAST time i'm opening one of these things that doesn't have VB on the side of it.
Camera's catch Brod shaking his head in amusement before the camera's cut back to the ring.
Stanyer: Zion making sure he has his back covered for his match against Golgotha tonight.
Poppa: Wouldn't you? I know Grimm has gone, but he still has ArchAngel to back him up, and he is one nasty dude, despite what the name suggests!!!
Stanyer: ArchAngel is a fanatic, and like all fanatics, he's willing to do EVERYTHING for his cause. He'd probably offer his life if Golgotha asked him to.
Poppa: No doubt about that.
Stanyer: Enough of that, as we have an Extreme Title Match to watch. As the newcomer, Cyrus deWynter faces off against Shane Ballard, who IS the champion, even though Cyrus will be the one carrying the belt.
The arena lights dim ever so slightly as some of them shift from their normal color, to a bluish tone. The big screen above the entryway goes dark as some snow-like bits of white flutter down through the image. Then, just as the words "ICON IN THE MAKING" appear on the slightly snowy screen, a bluish-white strobe light begins to flicker and "Trapped Under Ice" by Metallica erupts from the arena speakers. On the screen, the previous words fade out to be replaced by the name "Cyrus deWynter" in big bold letters. Blue and white pyro's explode on either side of the stage as Cyrus steps into view. The PWF Extreme title is strapped around his waist like Cyrus actually is the champion and cares about the belt. Slowly, and with a bit of a swagger in his walk, he makes his way down to the ring and climbs up onto the ring apron. He raises his arms above his head, clasping his hands together in the air, as he looks out at the crowd once more before slipping through the ropes and into the ring. On the way in, he grabs a microphone, and waits for the crowd to quiet down.
Cyrus deWynter: "For those who weren't paying attention to my entrance, or the interview I did last week after Havoc ended, let me formally introduce myself. The name is Cyrus deWynter. Remember it, because very soon you'll see it in main event matches here in the PWF. I am, without a doubt, the best pure wrestler in the PWF today, as you will all see soon enough."
The crowd begins to boo Cyrus. He apparently either doesn't hear them, or doesn't seem to care too much, and continues talking anyways.
Cyrus deWynter: "You will notice that I said pure wrestler. Thats because unlike most of these no talent thugs that seem to monopolize the television time, I know how to wrestle. I don't beat people with chairs. I don't throw people through tables. I don't brawl in parking lots. What I do, is pick up clean victories inside the squared circle. And I'm damn good at it!"
The crowd erupts with boos, knowing just last week Cyrus tookj out Suicide with a chair. They really seem to dislike what Cyrus is saying, but in his mind, they need to hear it regardless, so he continues.
Cyrus deWynter: "The self-proclaimed Emporer Suicide was merely the first step in my upward climb in this business. I took his ass out and made my presence known. He was a stepping stone, pure and simple, and now I can begin my rocket-like ascent to the top one pathetic moron at a time. Oh, and to make sure the suits in the back don't try and keep me down like they want to, this Extreme title..."
He unstraps the belt and holds it aloft.
Cyrus deWynter: "...This symbol of everything that is wrong with professional wrestling today, will remain in my possession until someone is able to take it from me in a clean wrestling match. So, quite frankly, I don't see this belt EVER leaving my possession."
Cyrus hands off the microphone to the ring announcer and continues to hold the Extreme title high in the air for all to see.
"School of Hardknocks" by P.O.D Erupts over the loudspeaker. The Fans explode, as Shane Ballard comes out through the curtain. He jumps up and down, with semi-boxing like punches, as 3 Sets of Orange colored Pyros's explode to the right and left. Ballard continues down the ramp, and walks to the side of the ring. He slides acorss the apron with his knee, then pulls himself up. He steps through the 2nd and 3rd ropes, and prepares for the match.
Credit: Splinter
Report: Shane and Cyrus circle each other, both men know that the other is an accomplished technical wrestler. The two men go straight into a tie up, Cyrus takes Shane into a hammerlock, and Shane quickly reverses it into a reverse tie up. DeWynter manages to grab Ballards head and sends him over and down into the mat with a snapmare. Cyrus lock Shane in a sleeper hold, Ballard quickly gets to his feet and turns through to face Cyrus before nailing him with a hard jawbreaker. Cyrus staggers back to the ropes, Ballard grabs him and whips him across the ring. DeWynter comes off the opposite ropes and then gets nailed with a high elevation armdrag. Cyrus hits the canvas with a bang, he quickly gets to his feet only to get leg dragged down into the mat again. This time Ballard snaps on a leg grapevine. Cyrus cries out in pain, but quickly works his way out of the hold, Ballard leaps to his feet. Cyrus gets up a bit slower, Ballard locks him up in a side headlock but Cyrus slips behind and then proceeds to hit a release tiger suplex! Ballard lands hard on his shoulders and the back of his head. Ballard tries to get straight up to his feet, but he is clearly not all there after the massive impact his body just suffered. DeWynter grabs him and proceeds to hit a big vertical suplex. He floats over for a cover 1 Ballard kicks out. DeWynter grabs Shane and lifts him up off the mat, he then throws Ballard to the ropes. On the way back Ballard ducks the clothesline attempt, he stands and allows DeWynter to turn round before hitting a huge side belly to belly suplex. Ballard lifts Cyrus off the mat and then nails him with an armbreaker DDT. Ballard proceeds to lock Cyrus in an armbar. DeWynter cries out in pain as Shane wrenches on the hold.
Poppa: Let me just check the card EXTREME Title Match.
Stanyer: These two aren't extreme wrestlers.
Poppa: So? I wanna see a hardcore Paptising!
DeWynter is struggling but Ballard keeps him locked down. Cyrus drags himself the short way he needs to go and gets his left leg on the bottom rope. The referee gets Ballard to release the hold; Shane does so quickly and then jumps up to his feet. He stands and waits for DeWynter to get to his feet. Cyrus drags himself up slowly only to have Ballard baseball slides through his legs and then roll him up in a school boy pin. The referee counts 1 2 Cyrus kicks out of the quick pinfall attempt by Ballard. Cyrus pulls himself up, Ballard goes to grab him in a tie up but Cyrus knocks his hands away and grabs him. Before Ballard knows what's going on DeWynter has driven him into the mat with the Glacial Spike (T-Bone Suplex)! Cyrus hooks the leg of the stunned Shane Ballard 1 2 Ballard kicks out at two and half. DeWynter can hardly believe it; he looks at the referee suspiciously before pulling Ballard up. Before deWynter has even pulled Ballard all the way to his feet Shane nails him with a jumping calf kick. Both can crash down to the mat and lay there. The referee checks both men before starting his count out 1 2 3 4 5 Ballard starts to drag himself up, he gets to one knee and holds his back, before finally getting to his feet. By this time deWynter is also getting up, holding his jaw from the impressive kick that Ballard pulled off earlier.
Stanyer: What a contest we've seen here, I really don't think either of these men can have much left.
Poppa: I agree, despite the lack of Extreme they've definitely showed off their skills.
Cyrus goes for Ballard but Shane manages to catch deWynter and drill him violently with a spinebuster. Ballard quickly jumps up to his feet. He jumps onto the second turnbuckle, jumps onto the top rope and then spring boards high into the air before coming down with a breath taking leg drop across Cyrus' throat! A massive chorus of cheers goes up from the PWF crowd, impressed by Ballard. Shane covers, the PWF fans chant along with a count 1 2 Cyrus kicks out! The fans go into a ruckus of cheers, shocked by the kick out. Ballard pulls deWynter up, he signals to the crowd and then throws him to the ropes. On the way back Cyrus nails Ballard with the Cold Shoulder (Jumping Shoulder Block) out of nowhere! Ballard goes down hard, he starts to get up slowly. He is obviously stunned by deWynter's comeback move. Cyrus pulls himself up slowly, the crowd are going wild as Ballard throws a right hand. Cyrus blocks it, he sets Ballard up and then hits a huge Cold Snap (STO 2)! Shane hits the mat at one hell of a pace, deWynter tiredly hooks the leg 1 2 3!
Stanyer: And there it is!
Poppa: What a match it was. A new Extreme Champion is crowned for the second week in a row.
Stanyer: Indeed. Cyrus and Shane showed everyone that they are talents to be watched out for.
Poppa: Cyrus looks pretty pleased.
Cyrus is back on his feet, although he is obviously tired and hurt from the matchup. The referee hands him the title. Cyrus poses and awaits his music, but instead of Trapped Under Ice by Metallica meeting deWynters pose the new Extreme Champion is hit by Mudshovel by Staind. Cyrus looks up at the stage along with the entire PWF crowd
"Mudshovel" by Staind hits as the crowd looks confuse. Then out comes Solo with a mic in his hand. Solo looks at the crowd with a sadistic face like he is about to do something. Crowd looks on at the men in the ring and Solo who slowly moves down the ramp. Suddenly Solo stops and singles to the back to cut the music.
Solo: "Well, well, look at we have. An Extreme title match without Solo. Its not nice to exclude me from all the fun. Oh no, not nice at all. You two jackasses make the Extreme Division look like a kiddies play pen. Come on, that poor piss for an excuse Suicide at least gave people what they wanted to see."
Solo stares at the new champ, whom seems to be a bit pissed about his post match celebration being interupted.
Solo: "As most of you may have known that I've been on the sidelines for the pass month with an injury. An injury that could have been avoided if I was so eager to get back in the ring. Yet it was all worth it in the end. You see I'm not one of those wimps who runs to mommy and cries about an injury. See in this business their is something we call paying your dues. I've long payed mine. Now it is time for someone else to pay their's."
Solo inches closer as if he is about to charge into the ring for a fight. The champ backs up a bit readying for anything that might happen. Solo then stops a few feet short of the ring then walks toward the steps. Walking up the steps Solo stops just before he reaches the top.
Solo: "I don't know why your acting like i'm gonna kick your ass. If I wanted to kick your ass I've already done it. So back your ass up and maybe I'll explain to you and these people why I'm out here."
Cyrus backs up as Solo steps through the ropes. Solo looks around the ring then turns his attention to a cautious Cyrus deWynter.
Solo: "Now you all want to know why I'm out here? You all remember Triple Hell In A Cell?"
The crowd pops to the meantioning of Triple Hell In A Cell. Cyrus gets a bit worried, but doesn't sweat it.
Solo: "I thought so! See while I've been away for the past month I've thought of all the devious stuff I could think of for my return. Well lets just say that all the contracts and paperwork has been filled out and signed. Now all that needs to be done is to find 5 more unlucky Son of Bitches to join me in Hell at End of the World PPV. Triple Hell In A Cell that is."
The crowd pops even louder with the last statement by Solo. Solo seems surprise how the fans are acting. The Champ is clueless as to what this all have to do with him.
Solo: "Now that the cat is out of the bag Champ. What you say? Are you man enough to play with fire? Are you brave enough to venture into the depth of Hell? Will you Champ be the 2nd to enter your name to participate in the First ever 6-Man Triple Hell In A Cell? Just so you know champ. I'm just dying for you to accept."
"Mudshovel" by Staind hits once again as Solo drops the mic and leaves the ring. The Crowd begins to cheer. Solo smile sadistically as he turns back to the ring then proceeds to make his way to the back leaving a stunned Cyrus deWynter in the ring.
The scene opens with Mr Pellington chatting to one of the technicians backstage, Davey K stands behind Mr Pellington and taps him on the shoulder
Pellington: Davey, Im talking here.
Davey K: Hey Technician guy, they are giving away some redneck style hot dogs in the canteen. Going for free! Ive already seen the fat janitor who always has bits of candy in his hair running down there! Man, he was running, there was like bits falling off the walls so run along.
Technician: Im just talking to Mr Pellington Davey K: What is the deal with you two? Are you two lonely hearts planning a date. Im Superstar Davey K, and if you haven't noticed Im main eventing at End Of The World.
Pellington: I'll talk to you later Stu.
Davey K: Stu? We employ people called Stu? Where did you find him? Old Ma's trailer park?
Pellington: I'm a busy man Davey, what do you want?
Davey K: I'm going to ignore you tone there. Hey.....*Davey feels the lapel on Mr Pellington's suit*, where did you get this bad boy.
Pellington: Well....
Davey K: I mean it was what $3......$4 dollars? Those discount stores still get customers, your a real life lounge lizard Mr Pellington. Do you remember Leisure Suit Larry?
Pellington: *Sigh* What is it that you want?
Davey K: Well, I rolled into the stadium today, and as I was walking in I was handed the card for tonight. Let me ask you this Pelly boy, do you want people to go home sad and unhappy. I mean, the main event??! You call that a main event!
Pellington: Its a very strong card tonight and the main event is excellent. Homicide and MVD against Sabre and Gambino! Its a Pay Per View standard match?
Davey K: No a pay per view standard match always starts with "Superstar" Davey K vs.........Do you understand what I'm saying. Lets look at whose in there. Homicide......Snooooooooore, that guy is duller than a piece of paper, just in lying in a bucket of water. He comes out week after week kissing his title. "ooooh my names Homicide and I fancy my title mwah mwah let me kiss you title". Then he will pretend to be all mysterious by turning a couple of lights off and rambling on and on about the same old crap. If that guy has the title any longer you may as well sell up and get out of the wrestling industry, as Pelly he sucks!
And look at his partner tonight.....MVD! He still works here? Oooh lets all come and watch MVD he is so new and original, hang on what we could do is just sit at home and watch a few ECW DVDs. What happened on those lonely ECW bus rides. Rob Van Dam leans over to Justin Credible and whispers "Hey Justin, d'ya think two narly dudes like us, could be way bodasious and both spunk in a cup and make ourselves a totally rad and way cool Kid?". Justin turns to RVD and says "Errrrrrrrrrr, Im so meeeeean but would fuckin love to whack off in a fuckin cup with you Rob". So the two beat their meat, let it go in the cup, mix it up. Then Rob turns to Justin and says "This will be totally cool, we have a way cool kid on the way, I hope he doesnt get as good as us?". Justin replies "No, the kid wont be better than us, hehehe, cause mine came out as mainly piss!". Paul Heyman confiscated the cup, slammed it in the microwave and then out popped MVD and that is how he came to be.
Pellington: MVD is RVD's spunk and Justin Credible's piss? Seriously the minute the show is over, your having a drugs test.
Davey: Calm down Pelly. Look at their opposition. Sabre? The thundercats wanna be? Is he still confused about whether he is funny? I suppose he is funny in a kind of very camp way. And his partner - Gambino? The wise old person of PWF. The problem with wise, old people is that although they are wise....the oldness kind of makes them smell of piss and old books. You need someone like me in the main event Pel, not this bunch of backward ass retards. So tonight we have "Ratings Killer" Homocide teaming with "Spunk and Piss" MVD against "The Camp Thundercat wannabe" Sabre and "Yes I do smell of old things and piss" Gambino.
Pellington: You either drunk, stoned or mental. Davey you really are painting a bullseye on yourself.
Davey: I just don't think that noone is as good as me? Come on there isnt noone who can come close to beating me in the lead up to End Of The World. Maybe I should get some kind of special spot on tonights Havoc, just to give ratings a bit of a boost?
Pellington: How about no, you're booked against Sandstorm for next week. Hell, I'll even make it the main event if that'll make you happy. Perhaps you should be thinking about that match, instead of coming in here and ranting about MVD. After all, your good buddy Masta P had his career shortened last week, thanks to Sandstorm. And may I remind you who only a few months ago was gunning for you? The man who blamed you for costing him the US Title? Sandstorm. You're the number 1 contender to the World Title, perhaps next week you can show the world WHY you deserve to be in that position. Instead of coming here and complaining because you've not been put in a match.
Davey K seems to be thinking about what Pellington has said, he gives a nod and then he backs out of the room without saying another word. Pellington sighs and shakes his head, seemingly disappointed with Davey K.
Poppa: Congratulations to Davey K!!!
Stanyer: Why?
Poppa: He's now a true main eventer!!
Stanyer: I thought he already was?
Poppa: Nah, you're not a PWF main event wrestler unless you're moaning to the boss about everything.
Stanyer: Gotcha.
Poppa: Not sure if Sabre truly counts, I mean, he just moans about everything .
Stanyer: And moving on, we have the match between Zion & Golgotha, which is of course a rematch from A Date with Destiny.
Poppa: This one is going to cause trouble, I can tell you that before it even starts. Is there anyone backstage that isn't coming to ringside?
Stanyer: There aren't that many people coming down to ringside, just DUX & ArchAngel.
Poppa: Seems like it to me
Credit: Brod
The haunted remix of "Golgotha" by Embodyment blasts across the Arena. We see the words "The truth is..." come across the Ultratron as Golgotha comes out. The Hardcore Christian has a Gold bible in his right hand. Cole T. Profit, Golgothas business associate, is close behind him as is his bodyguard, Archangel. Golgotha takes a knee and opens the Bible. The line "Reach out and touch faith" hits and pyros go off. The trio make their way to the ring. Golgotha gets to the ring, climbs on the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the Heavens.
James: Introducing first from St Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 224 lbs, he's the Hardcore Christian, Golgotha!
Suddenly the arena darkens and the crowd goes into cheers as "Burning Inside" by Fear Factory & Static X begins to play. Dark and disturbing images play in slow motion on the UltraTron and then suddenly the stage explodes in flames to the cheers of the fans. The flames continue to burn as Zion seems to walk straight through them. The Dark Saviour slowly makes his way down to the ring. The flames continuing to burn behind him as he steps cautiously to the ring.
James: His opponent, From New York City at a weight of 399lbs, Zion!!
Stanyer: Looks like Zion is going to need some form of help in this match. There's three people in that ring that want to take him apart.
Poppa: Hey he didn't need help last week! You heard Golgotha say it didn't you?
Stanyer: I don't think he was being too truthful.
Poppa: Are you saying he's a liar?
Stanyer: I'm saying he hasn't been totally honest with Zion lately and I think he'll need the DUX down here just to even up things.
Report: Zion steps through the ropes and as the referee tries to get Archangel and Profit out of the ring but Archangel plants him immediately with a chokeslam.
Stanyer: There goes the referee!
Poppa: Hehe Golgotha is going to have some fun now!
Stanyer: Well they've got him cornered and I don't like Zion's chances of taking on all three men!
Archangel and Zion are about to come to blows before Brod and LJ sprint out to the ring to the roar of the fans. Profit bolts as Brod squares off with Archangel while LJ trades blows with Golgotha. The DUX seems to be controlling things before Profit returns with a chair and slams it over the back of Brod. Profit then backpedals as Brod turns around, treating the chairshot as an insult, but before he can get a quick revenge Archangel sneaks up from behind and nails his second chokeslam of the night on Brod.
Poppa: Well that's Brod taken care of for the moment.
Stanyer: What the hell is Zion doing just standing there?
Poppa: And what's with that smile?
LJ is then set upon by both Golgotha and Archangel while Profit puts the boots to Brod. But suddenly a fan hops the guardrail and slides under the bottom rope. Zion finally moves from the corner to confront the intruder but stops dead in his tracks once he realises whom it is.
Stanyer: Who on earth is that?
Poppa: That's Toran Crest!!
Stanyer: Who?
Poppa: That's Zion's brother!
Stanyer: What? What's he doing here!?!
Zion then embraces his brother before Golgotha steps in and breaks up the party. Zion looks to strike but Toran stops him, and after a brief discussion, Zion smiles again and all three embrace while Archangel beats on LJ and Brod some more. Golgotha then barks some orders at both Zion and Toran who waste no time in grabbing a DUX member each and sending them both down to the canvas with 'Destruction' (Screwdriver).
Stanyer: What the hell is going on here?
Poppa: Golgotha has finally made Zion see the light!
Stanyer: I refuse to believe that he'd sell out that easily! The crowd won't settle down they're really letting these guys have it.
Poppa: Well do you believe it now? Look!
Golgotha and Zion shake hands in the middle of the ring while Profit raises both of their hands in victory before Golgotha tells Zion and Toran to repeat the punishment on the DUX. But before anything could be done Rex Idol charges in swinging a chair but the ring had cleared before any metal contacted skin as Golgotha and Co. headed for higher ground. Rex was visibly angry and shouted at Zion from the ring to come back in. Golgotha held everyone back and instead all 5 men stood side by side and raised each other's arms in a sign on triumph.
Stanyer: Well what's going on here Poppa? I really have no clue anymore!
Poppa: It's simple. The DUX got one hell of a pounding at the hands of Zion and Toran for reasons I'm sure only Golgotha knows.
Stanyer: And I'm hoping that we get an explanation soon. Let's go to the back with Ted Tedison who is standing by with Nightshade.
Ted Tedison stands in the back in front of the Havoc promo set. He's looking at the camera intently.
Tedison: I'm going to be joined in a moment by the one and only God Nightshade. He's fresh off a disappointing loss last week in the World Title #1 contendership match. But what's worse is...
Nightshade walks in. His face is covered by a plaster mask. His hands are all taped up in black. The only part of his face that is visible is his mouth and chin. He looks at Tedison and it is easily figured out that the God of wrestling is NOT a happy camper.
Nightshade: Burnt... face... hands... burnt... Someone thinks it is a good idea to stalk me... Someone I don't know and someone who won't reveal himself. How do you think that makes me feel Ted?
Tedison: I can see that you're not too happy about it.
Nightshade: You're damn right I'm not too happy about it. The bastard scarred me. I'm forced to wear this mask now. I don't know for how long... The doctors haven't really decided on that yet. My palms are constantly burning.
Nightshade is looking down at his hands now, his mouth showing a mix between furious anger and pain.
Nightshade: Ted... when I find out who this bastard is... He will feel the wrath of God. I'm going to the ring to issue a formal challenge... If Desperation is in the building, he won't make it out on his own power...
Nightshade walks toward the ring.
Tedison: We have to go to commercial, be sure to stay tuned!
The camera cuts in to a wide shot of the arena. Nightshade is standing in the middle of the ring as "Counterfeit God" by Black Label Society is slowly dying down. He has a microphone in his hand.
Nightshade: Desperation. Show yourself!
Nightshade's booming voice echos throughout the arena as the fans cheer loudly for him.
Nightshade: Bring Krychek, bring a dummy dressed in a trenchcoat and stetson hat. BRING WHATEVER YOU NEED!
Nightshade stops and waits again.
Nightshade: But bring your deranged ass out here and face me man to man.
He looks at the entrance again, but quickly turns around to watch his back.
Nightshade: Come on Desperation... Do you fear your God? Don't you want to come out to the ring and finish what you started? Or are you afraid?
Nightshade waits again, looking around the arena. Moments pass and he brings the microphone up again.
Nightshade: Fine... if that's the way you want it, then I'll just come back and find you myself. Desperation, look into my eyes. They are the eyes of a furious man. Remember, when you're on your knees bowing before me... your life... will be... forfeit...
Nightshade drops the microphone onto the mat and rolls out of the ring. He walks up the ramp in a threatening manner, his eyes focused on the entrance, as the fans cheer him on.
Stanyer: I am surprised, I didn't think Desperation would refuse a chance to piss Nightshade off once again.
Poppa: Don't be stupid, there was no way he was going to come out. He enjoys taunting Nightshade, he lives to get under his skin, to drive him completely crazy.
Stanyer: That he does, that he does.
We are taken backstage, shortly after Golgothas match. A camera crew catches up with the 4 wrestlers and Cole T. Profit, who seem to be a celebrating a bit.
ArchAngel: "Tonight has truely been an occasion for the holy ones. The Chosen of the Lord have prevailed yet once again."
Golgotha: "Thats right. The Dux got exactly what they deserved. They are a tag team trying to make it in the PWF. Well, the PWF no longer has a tag division. Why they are still around, I have no idea. But they won't be for much longer. This is the second week in a row we have gotten the better of them. Truth is, we have a bit of a tag tandem ourselves. Yes, we have a team of brothers that have decided to join our cause."
"And that brings me to The Crest Brothers. Namely Toran. Not a single soul, saw this coming. Much less, did they see that it was a set up for the DuX. The match with Archangel, and Zion running out, all a part of my plan. I knew the DuX would return the favor for Zion later in the night. Don't feel bad, you losers, this was all a set-up for the both of you all along. We just needed the perfect oppertunity to bring Toran in. But I'll let them speak more on why they are here."
In the background Zion and Toran as sitting speaking quietly. At Golgotha's mention both of the Crest brothers turn and smile. Both begin to stand, but Toran holds a hand to his older brother, and Zion nods sitting back down. This leaves Toran who stands and walks up beside Golgotha, shaking hands with him and ArchAngel before turning to the camera.
Toran: Long ago someone said to never forget about the beast simply because it isn't seen. Well how's it going PWF? Listen, some of you know me, others probably don't. And that is something that I will solve in short time. That's no threat, and I wish no one to take it as one. My name is Toran Crest.
Toran: Some weeks ago my brother contacted me. He had recently come to an epiphany. A realization if you will, and that was in part thanks to Golgotha here. Now, I won't lie to you. I'm not entirely sure what the situation is, but what I do know is that my brother asked for help. All of you can back me up. Blood is thicker than water. So here I stand.
Toran lifts a water up and drinks alittle before continuing. Nodding thanks to the lady who gave it to him.
Toran: All things begin for a reason. Down Under Xpress, you need to realize your time is up. It's evolution friends, change or perish. As far as that's concerned, I'm your messenger.
At this point Zion stands and walks up, towering over the rest of the groyup.
Zion: Mr. Idol, I am coming for you. Spewing untruths, spreading the contamination. My first true quest has been revealed, and it will involve a cleansing of certain infections. I will see you soon Mr. Idol.....
Golgotha: "Thats right. We all have our goals and missions here in the PWF. All four of use working together as one unit, one force. We would like nothing more for you to look upon us and say that we are rolemodels. Good Christian boys who want nothing more than to serve God. But you sinners won't let us do that. We speak conviction into your lives, and you despise us for it. So instead of a Church, or a fellowship, we have become...The Cult!"
The Cult walks off, down the corridor, all seem to be in a good mood, and gloating over getting one over the DuX as we fade to back to the announcers.
Stanyer: Well, at least we finally know what to call this group.
Poppa: The question is, who is going to stop them?
Stanyer: That's a damn good question.
Credit: Sabre
"Pain" by Soulfly hits as Splinter walks through the entrance. Various instances of Hardcore Matches involving Splinter are played on the tron. He walks down to the ring, exchanging a few words with various front row fans. He rolls into the ring and awaits the start of the match with an confident look on his face.
James: Introducing from Colchester, England. Weighing in at 223lbs. SPLINTER!!!!
Once the intro to "Blood Stained" starts the lights go completely out except for a single dim crimson light. When the electric guitar riff cuts the intro off the dim crimson light brightens a very small amount and it begins to expand until "Blood Stained" starts proper, at which point the entire arena is filled with a crimson light that flickers on and off constantly. This is the point where Kilgore makes his entrance and he walks straight down to the ring, looking around him as he does with contempt. Once he is down by the ring he steps up onto the apron and then he walks over to the turnbuckle before stepping up onto the second rope and holding his arms up and his head down as if he'd been crucified. He then steps over the top rope and into the ring, bringing about the end of his entrance.
James: Introducing from Chicago, Illnois, weighing 280lbs, KILGORE!!!!
Report: Splinter and Kilgore both charge each other and lock up, immediately testing each others strength. Despite Kilgore's overbearing demeanour Splinter refuses to back down, before applying a wristlock, however Kilgore expertly counters, spinning behind Splinter and wrenching the shoulder. Splinter struggles to break free of the torturous hold before finally pivoting on his heel and flipping Kilgore onto the canvas with a fireman's carry. The second Kilgore's shoulders hit the mat, Splinter flips into the air with an expert standing moonsault, applying an early pin, however Kilgore powers out just after the two.
Poppa: "That's some great aerobatics from Splinter. Considering Kilgore's weight and height, PLUS his amateur background, PLUS his apparent mean streak, I'd say Splinter's gonna need to out think his opponent tonight by pulling out tricks like that."
Stanyer: "Well going into the match we see that Splinter has a few advantages... One is that despite Kilgore's power... he can't seem to... you know..."
Poppa: "Get it together?"
Stanyer: "To put it nicely, yeah."
Splinter looks to try another flip, but Kilgore flies up to his knees with a swift haymaker, sending Splinter sprawling and giving the mean looking dude enough time to recover. Kilgore fluidly gets to his feet and whips Splinter into the ropes, smashing a knee into the chair swinging freak's ribs on the rebound, flipping him in a full 360 before landing heavily on the mat. Kilgore then hits a simple elbow drop, using his weight to pin Splinter. The ref hits his palm on the mat but Splinter gets the shoulder up just after the two count. Kilgore swiftly pulls Splinter back up onto his feet by grabbing a handful of hair before once more striking him in the midsection. An Irish whip into the corner and Kilgore charges in with a shoulder to the guts, which takes the wind out of Splinter. Another Irish whip into the opposite corner... and Splinter somehow deftly springs over the tailing Kilgore but is only met with a shot to the jaw.
Poppa: "Kilgore's proving to be a real ring General here tonight."
Stanyer: "I have to hand it to him, Splinter's a decorated superstar in his own right and right now, Kilgore is countering everything he's throwing at him."
Kilgore wraps Splinters head under one arm and begins to step forward, scouting a bulldog, however Splinter somehow arches his back and under extreme force, lifts Kilgore into the air with a back body drop, which send Kilgore over the ropes and onto the concrete outside the mat to a big pop from the crowd.
Poppa: "Hoochie mamma!"
Stanyer: "A big turn-around move from Splinter, and could prove to be the big factor if he can capitalise."
As if thinking the same thing, Splinter charges to the opposite end of the ring, springing against the ropes as Kilgore groggily gets to his knees. Splinter drops and attempts a baseball slide, but Kilgore somehow gets his wits about him just in time to sidestep the charging bullet, batting Splinter onto the ground next to him. With a clouded look on his face, Kilgore takes Splinter by the back of the head, and props him up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He holds Splinter up for what seems like forever, walking in a big circle as a hush falls on the crowd...
Poppa: "Uh oh..."
Stanyer: "He's setting Splinter up for the Eighth Sin! If he spike his head on that concrete...."
Although it seems inevitable that we'd see a casualty in the match tonight, Kilgore suddenly starts shaking his head, looking confused. That's all Splinter needs to struggle free from the hold and land beside Kilgore, fists clenched... He looks Kilgore dead in the eye, as the 6'7 superstar simply looks back, dazed.
Poppa: "What's going on? Don't tell me..."
Stanyer: "Yup. Kilgore's not exactly in there right now."
Splinter doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth and promptly lands a shot to the jaw, which sends Kilgore reeling back, shocked. Splinter then takes Kilgore by the neck and belt and vaults him back into the ring before sliding in after him. As Kilgore rises, he's promptly met with a foot to the gut before Splinter flips up and lands the "Splinter Driver". He hooks a leg, and the ref slides down for the pinfall attempt... the bell is rung as the hand slaps the mat for the third time.
Poppa: "A big win for Splinter against a guy both taller and stronger than he is!"
Stanyer: "And the losing streak just keeps on for poor Kilgore. It's obvious from the start of this match that if he got his... errr.. head together, then he'd certainly be a force to be reckoned with."
Poppa: "I like how you're trying to stay politically correct when it comes to Kilgore."
Stanyer: "Hey, I don't want him coming after me."
As the announcers continue their banter, Kilgore rises up from the mat, looking as confused as ever. He spots Splinter walking back up the ramp and immediately puts two and two together, slapping his hands on the mat in frustration...
Backstage we find Ted Tedison with the PARAGON Rex Idol.
Tedison: Rex, only one week into your reign as PWF United States champion and already you're under unbelievably heavy pressure from Golgotha and his Cult.
Rex covers his mouth as he mockingly yawns.
Rex Idol: It's all relative, Teddy. You call it "unbelievably heavy pressure", while I see it as simply the same $h!t - new day (cheap profanity pop from crowd). A couple of things that are standard when it comes to being me - and by the way, THANK GOD I'M ME!!! (cheap catch-phrase pop from crowd) - number one, there's gold around my waist, and number two, some unworthy challeger is doing his damnedest to make their career by getting it off me. Nothing new here, Ted, just another day in the life of the PARAGON.
Tedison: You're very nonchalant, but the fact remains that The Cult have shown themselves to be a very serious faction here in the PWF, and one capable of doing serious damage. Just look at what happened to The DUX.
Rex Idol: Don't worry about Brod and LJ, they're friggin' Australian - they've taken worse beatings from family members. Haven't you ever seen those Fosters commercials? But anyway, yeah the boys are fine, but they haven't forgotten what this little Sunday-school-bunch-run-amok did. They'll be back to settle up, you can count on that.
Tedison: I'm sure they will, and it should make for an interesting turn of events, speaking of which - What did you think about the surprising move by Zion, joining Golgotha?
Rex smiles, but is visibly not pleased by the topic Ted has brought up.
Rex Idol: What do I think, Ted? Typical, is what I think of Zion's little decision to join Golgotha, so typical. Yet another wrestler with promise, real main event potential, decides to take the shortcut. A shortcut, by the way, that rarely pans out. By joining Golgy's flock, Zion just becomes another one of the sheep, and is fooling himself if he thinks this road will lead to the top. Like most of your fire and brimstone types, Golgotha is in the service of just one being - himself. He's leading Zion down a primrose path with promises of fame, fortune, and championship gold. But in the end I think he'll find he's taken a one way ticket to no where!
Tedison: Rex... you sounded like Dirty Harry just then!
Rex Idol: Really?
Rex makes Clint Eastwood inspired tough guy face to camera.
Rex Idol: Thanks, Ted.
Rex exits the scene. Ted looks at the camera sheepishly.
Tedison: He paid me to say that.
We come back to see Nightshade pacing around the ring, expectantly.
Stanyer: I see a match being signed for the PPV VERY SOON.
Poppa: You mean Rex Idol v Zion? You'll get no argument from me on that one. It's a no-brainer.
Stanyer: Well, Nightshade.
Poppa: You never know, Desperation might show up this time..
Stanyer: There isn't much of the show left, so if he has something to say, now is his chance.
The tron suddenly lights up...so to speak. We see a rainy alleyway, where an all-too familiar shape stands... a man in a stetson hat that shadows his face, and a trenchcoat that conceals his body. Nightshade looks up at the screen, seeming to growl deep in his throat.
Desperation: Ah, there he is! Still hunting, I see. Still rooting around. Grand.
Desperation looks up at a streetlight. The lower half of his face is revealed... clean shaven, strong jawbone...
Desperation: You're still wondering about me. You're wondering what I am. Am I a ghost? Am I a monster? Do I dig in graveyard lure helpless 'Gods' out into the rain? Questions, Nightshade, questions questions questions. I can look but cannot see, I can shout but cannot make a noise, I am strong as stone but powerless as a lamb, what am I? Can you answer a riddle? It's easy. Just take your time and...
Nightshade: ENOUGH! ENOUGH!
Desperation:...temper! Such anger! It's as if I've done something to you. I've put you through a lot... more than you know, Nightshade. More than you'll ever know. And your ANGER... it's so complete. You're frustrated. You're...desperate? Yes, that works nicely. You're slaving to your desperation. So here's the deal. You're far to angry to be civilized with me... so Nightshade... I... am going to give you an early Christmas present. I'm going to give you... a match.
The crowd cheers, and Nightshade nods, smiling for the first time in the segment.
Desperation: You will get your hands on someone who's done you harm... are you excited? Does that abate your anger?
Nightshade nods, eyes dark and focused.
Desperation:....then enjoy your time with Krychek.
Nightshade balks, and the crowd begins to boo as Krychek comes out of the back...
Credit: Sandstorm
Report: The match starts out with Nightshade taking charge at Desperation's healthy sized lackey. He quickly drops him with a hard clothesline, but Krychek is quick to get up. Nightshade meets the challenge and chops him hard across the chest a couple times before cornering him in the turnbuckle. He starts feeding the shots to Krychek's head until he slumps to the ground. Nightshade walks back to the middle of the ring, and charges feet first into the vicinity of Krychek, but the big man makes it out the way before he could connect, sending Nightshade groin first into the corner pole. Krychek slides outside of the ring and start shaking the cobwebs out. At this point, Nightshade has stepped onto the outside, showing obvious pain in his nether region. Krychek sees this and takes a run at Nightshade with a clothesline attempt, but Nightshade ducks and turns around only to be staggered by a big boot. Krychek takes the offensive and slams Nightshade's head into the corner ring post.
Stanyer: Look's like Desperation's lackey is trying to forger some kind of comeback.
Poppa: I bet it won't last too long.
Krychek grabs Nightshade by the hair and rolls him into the ring as the ref gets to count 8. Krychek rolls in after Nightshade, picks him up, and throws him into the ropes. As Nightshade comes back, Krychek makes a rookie mistake and ducks, only to receive a boot in the face by Nightshade, followed by a nice Inverted Neckbreaker. Nightshade runs to the ropes and drives a knee into Krychek's face. Nightshade picks Krychek up, but Krychek pulls the ref forward and delivers a sneaky low blow. Nightshade drops to his knees, and Krychek slaps him hard across the face, sending Nightshade the rest of the way down. Krychek mounts Nightshade and start hitting shot after shot until the ref has to literally pry him off. Krychek says a few choice words to the ref, and receives a warning. Krychek picks Nightshade up and throws him into the corner. Krychek runs in and squashes Shady with a big body splash, using his weight to his advantage. Krychek climbs to the second rope and starts the 10 punch count on Nightshade. Every time Krychek lands a punch the crowd starts to boo. He gets to about 8, and Nightshade starts to fight back. He hits a couple of gut shots on the big man, and then goes for the desperation (no pun intended) move. He scoots closer to Krychek, and walks away from the corner in the powerbomb position. Before Krychek can react, Nightshade drops him down violently with "The Smiting" (Hangman's DDT), bouncing Krychek's head sickeningly on the mat.
Stanyer: Oh my God! Nightshade could have killed the man!
Poppa: Ah, we would have been better off!
Nightshade falls down on the mat in exhaustion, causing the ref to start the mandatory 10 count. 1 2 .3 .4 ..5, Nightshade starts to move, 6 7 .8 .9 Nightshade gets up and Krychek is just starting to get to one knee. Nightshade staggers over to him and just as he reaches his feet, Nightshade hooks his head and delivers the vicious "Sulphurous Ash" (Evenflow DDT). He covers, 1 2 3!
The screen comes on in a strange place... it looks almost like a throne room. In fact... it is a throne room, Nightshade's throne room. But seated on this throne is...
Desperation: Excellent work! Excellent! It took me months to find what I thought would be the right man, but you handled him quite nicely. Congradulate yourself.
Nightshade wipes some of Krychek's blood from his arm, and yells at the screen.
Desperation:...you're a good man, Nightshade. Not God, but good just the same. You almost live up to your words... but not quite. Nobody could live up to your words.
Nightshade: Screw you, you coward! Get out here... NOW!
Desperation: I am out there.
Nightshade does a quick turn, expecting some sneak attack... but none comes. He looks back to the tron, baffled.
Desperation: Oh... you still don't know... well.... maybe I should let you find out the answer to the riddle yourself. The answer is... David Scrimm as he died.
Nightshade howls in anger as the crowd jeers the specter on screen. Desperation shifts his body, revealing blue and black clothing, and a hint of a dragon tatoo across his chest...
Desperation: Oh yes! Let it flow, children, let it all out. But know this... KNOW....THIS!... that the man you hate, the man you despise, is the man who threw David Scrimm to his death, the man who made sweet love to Nightgoddess, the man who was Slaughterhouse Champion time after time.
Nightshade's face goes blank with shock as Desperation pulls off his hat, to reveal... the face of Nightshade.
Desperation/Nightshade: I....AM....YOU!
The crowd is silent as Nightshade stares at the huge tron, looking into his own sparkling eyes, his own grinning mouth.
Desperation/Nightshade: So now... you know...
The tron slowly fades out, leaving Nightshade alone in the silence.
We return to Pellington's office, he is standing behind his desk with two men in front of him, who appear to be Medical Personel. They appear to have been discussing something for quite a while now.
Pellington: You're right, it has to be done. It's the only way we can help him now. He's gone completely out of control, you have my full authorisation to take him into your care. Although I advise you to take as much security as you can with you, as he will not come willingly.
The two men nod to Pellington and then leave the room as Pellington sits back down and starts looking through various papers on his desk.
Poppa: Who was he talking about?
Stanyer: Who do you think?
The camera picks up a feed in the backstage area, and by the lengthy, dark bangs which waver afore his eyes, much less the PWF Heavyweight Championship belt draped over his shoulder, you can make out the mammoth man as His Massacreness. On his way to the arena, he passes a security guard, nods like usual, but the guard has a little more on his mind than 'Hi,' and the two strike up a little conversation.
Guard: "So you think you can survive the odds you face tonight, Homi? Three of your biggest enemies are going to be in the ring with you tonight, and you must rely on one for your own well-being.."
Homicide: "It's no matter, *He looks down for a name-tag and find's the guard's name to be Eric* Eric, for I didn't get this title by running away from threats.. I know that I will be surrounded by people who threaten my title, but when is that not the case? Everyone wants to be me and hold this honor which I own.. It's the same old shit, just a different day.."
The guard is a little surprised by the remark.
Eric (Guard): "So you're not afraid that they will turn on you to get an upper-hand going into End Of The World? It's been done a million times, why not now?"
Homicide: "What's the one thing that I never do? *slight pause, but before the guard answers, His Massacreness cuts him off* I never back down from a challenge.. If they want some, they can come get some.. I show up to the arena week in and week out ready to fight, so what's one more man in the mix if Matt decides to play stupid? Or maybe he should consider that Gambino isn't in the Main Event at End Of The World with one last name to be added, and Matt along with Antonio will be two of the top choices when the time comes.. If he crosses me, what if I 'accidentally' let Gambino have a few shots at him? That may not be the case, but one thing is for certain.. Tonight he has two choices... He is either with me, or against me.. If he is with me, he will walk out with mere nicks and bruises expected with the profession.. If he crosses me.. Let's just say he wont be walking out tonight..."
With that said, Homicide marches off towards the arena to a 'good luck' echoing back in the distance from Eric the guard. The camera fades to static.
As soon as the medical personnel left Pellington's office the scene shifted, now we come back, and we are focusing on the arena parking lot. Shouting could be heard off to the side and as the camera panned round it became abundantly clear what was going on, validating Pellington's concerns. Amidst a throng of security guards stood the severely unhinged Kilgore, wearing a look of sheer lunacy upon his face. The guards were making sure to keep their distance as Kilgore paced about, looking wildly around him whilst shouting out with rage clearly evident in his voice.
Kilgore: "Not again! Not again!"
Kilgore turned to face one of the braver security guards who had gone to advance, causing him to hurriedly change his mind.
Kilgore: "Don't come any closer! Stay away!"
The guard tried to ease the situation whilst discreetly signalling to his cohorts to make a cautious move.
Guard: "It's okay man, we're staying well ba-"
Kilgore: "Not you! Him! HIM!"
Kilgore suddenly started pounding his own head with his fists, leaving the six guards around him utterly bewildered. However, they all saw the same window of opportunity and as Kilgore continued on his insane path of self-destruction every one of the six guards leapt forward in unison in an attempt to take Kilgore down. Things did not go according to plan though as Kilgore had apparently anticipated the move and he quickly ducked back, grinning malevolently as he did.
Kilgore: "Pathetic fools!"
Before the guards could react Kilgore sprang forward, muscling two of them down with a huge shoulder block. He then turned to catch a third with a vicious kick to the stomach, at which point the three remaining guards grabbed him from behind. Their efforts proved futile though as Kilgore swung his head back, catching the guard directly behind him with a sharp headbutt on the bridge of the nose. He then swung the remaining two guards around in front of him as they held onto his arms, causing them to collide with each other heads-first with a dull thud. By now all six guards were lying on the floor, although unbeknownst to Kilgore the first guard he had taken down was slowly rising to his feet
Kilgore: "See what happens when you play games with me Leon? People get hurt! It's on your head now Leon, yours! Just like these pitiful maggots blood will be when I "
Suddenly Kilgore's head jerked around and he stared off into the distance, a look of panic on his face.
Kilgore: "It it's "
An abrupt end was brought to Kilgore's panicked stuttering as the guard who had risen tackled him from behind, taking his legs out from beneath him. As soon as Kilgore hit the floor two more of the recovered guards leapt on him, shortly followed by the remaining three. As Kilgore squirmed and struggled to free himself the head of security came into view, followed by the two medical personnel who had been seen previously in Pellington's office.
Head of Security: "Pick him up boys "
The guards did as they were asked, lifting Kilgore to his feet whilst maintaining a vice-like grip on his arms and legs. One of the medical staff then passed a straight jacket to the head of security and before long Kilgore found himself forced into said jacket, despite his best efforts. An injection was then administered, obviously to tranquillise Kilgore and calm him down enough to make both the guards and the medical staff's time a whole lot easier.
Head of Security: "Right, now we've just gotta get him in the back of that ambulance."
The guards nodded and as they dragged Kilgore along the camera panned round once more, this time to show an ambulance ready and waiting to go. The back doors were already open but as they neared their destination Kilgore broke out into a frenzy, almost managing to break free as he screamed and shouted at the top of his voice, seemingly fighting off the effects of the tranquilliser.
Kilgore: "NO! THIS ISN'T THE WAY! THIS this isn't the the way "
Kilgore's voice grew softer until finally his eyes glazed over, at which point the guards loaded him into the back of the ambulance. The medical staff followed and then the doors were closed, leaving the guards to go and recover more fully after a job well done. The head of security stayed behind for a moment however, staring at the ambulance. He then turned and started speaking to someone off-camera in an oddly vigilant manner.
Head of Security: "You'll make sure he gets to where he's going, right? I don't need any more hassle back here."
The stranger, whose deep voice sounded strangely familiar, replied with a comforting tenor of certainty.
???: "He'll get there."
Satisfied with the answer the head of security grinned and then he walked off just as the ambulance prepared to leave. Before it did though the camera panned round one last time and as it did the man whom the voice belonged to came into clear view, much to many an individual's disbelief
Psycore: "It's for your own Kilgore. Your own good "
With that Psycore turned and walked over to the passenger side of the ambulance, getting in and speeding off with Kilgore in tow as the scene faded to black
Poppa: Who was that guy?
Stanyer: I know his face, but the name escapes me
Poppa: Whoever he is, he's right, Kilgore does need to be locked away.
Stanyer: Hopefully, he can be helped, as he's such a talented wrestler.
Poppa: Well, I guess it's time for our main event.
Stanyer: And we'll find out if either team can get along!!
Credit: The Pelican
"Snap your Fingers, Snap your neck" by Dry Kill Logic plays as MVD walks down the aisle. MVD poses, flexing his arms towards his head (RVD style). The Ultra-Tron bears the gWo logo and then shows clips of MVD striking opponents out with his Kendo Stick and finishing them the 5 star frog splash.
James: Introducing, from Battlecreek, England, weighing 236lbs, "The Real F'n Show" MATT VAN DAM.
The arena blackens and the opening cords of "Awake" by Godsmack are guitarred, breaking the silence of the crowd. On the UltraTron, a scene of mass destruction appears with three distant objects violently stampeding toward screen. They loop out of view, then consecutively RECOGNIZE.. OR.. REALIZE stamp the screen in dripping blood words, making them appear to shatter through glass when they collide with it, keying silver explosions (representing the glass) to reach the rafters from the stage with each of the 3! The music is now at full intensity and the arena lights begin to flicker in a red fiasco. The crowd erupts into a fury of boos and jeers when the curtain moves aside and His Massacreness steps out on the stage and swaggers down to ringside, occasionally giving the odd fan an angry glare. He climbs up on the apron on the outside and poses (like Ken Shamrock) revealing his buff physique, then appearing to snap and his inner-aggression overtakes him while he is being introduced..
James: "Making his way to the ring, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, and weighing in at 292 pounds; He is "The REAL Boston Massacre" ... HOMICIDE!!!"
The arena lights dim as "Immortal" by Adema blares through the sound system. A red Gambino logo flashes across the tron screen, as various highlights from Gambino's career are shown. Several shots of him holding up the PWF World Title are shown. Red lights flash throughout the arena, creating a strobe light effect. The words ICON & LEGEND are flashed across the tron screen. More red lights shine upon the stage, near the entrance area, creating an erie red glow around the curtain. A spot light then aims towards the entrance, as Gambino steps forward onto the stage and into the light. He walks further onto the stage, stopping at the top of the ramp. The light gives off a near blinding reflection from the gold on the World Title, which is strapped tightly around his waist. He raises his arms in the air as if to celebrate, then makes his way down the ramp. Once he reaches the ring, he climbs in and walks to a corner. He climbs the turnbuckle and looks out over the crowd as he once again raises the World Title high above his head. He then climbs down from the turnbuckle and awaits the beginning of the match.
James: Introducing, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 245lbs, ANTONIO GAMBINO
"Brand New Hate" by the Backyard Babies fires throughout the arena, and the crowd begin booing hoarsley as Sabre slowly struts out from behind the curtain, arms raised, taking in the negativity. He grins cockily at the fans in the the front row as he walks to the ring, before jumping onto the apron and leaping over the third rope. He then moves into the centre of the ring and slowly pretends to brush some dirt from his chest, before raising his arms again while flames erupt in a large explosion on the stage behind him...
James: Introducing from Sydney, Australia, weighing 230lbs, THE SABRE.
Report: Not surprisingly, the two teams are both arguing over who should start the match. MVD walks away from Homicide as if he is going to start, but Homicide drags him back and the argument continues. A little shoving match starts, but then MVD is jumped from behind by Sabre, and the decision is made for them. Sabre lays into MVD with some quick right hands and then whips him into the ropes before laying him out with a Spinning Heel Kick. MVD staggers to his feet, checking that his jaw is still in one piece. Sabre scores with a boot to the gut, but MVD pulls back from the attempted Uppercut. Caught off balance for a moment, Sabre gets clobbered with a heavy right hand from MVD. Who backs it up with some quick blows and then he whips Sabre to the ropes. MVD snaps Sabre over with an Arm Drag. Sabre rolls through to his feet and then charges at MVD, who takes him over with a 2nd Arm Drag. This time Sabre holds his ground and the two circle for a moment. Until MVD circles too close to Homicide, who promptly tags himself in with a slap across the back. MVD spins around and starts to argue with Homicide, but the big man just ignores him and climbs into the ring. Homicide pushes MVD aside and then heads straight for Sabre, who comes in with a pair of hard right hands. But Homicide absorbs them and then sends Sabre crashing to the canvas with an awesome Haymaker.
Poppa: Yay Homicide!!! Oh, sorry, not supposed to do that anymore .
Stanyer: You really won't let go of that "Sabre ruined my career" grudge will you?
Poppa: What do you think?
Sabre gets to his feet and takes a hard boot to the gut and is then whipped across the ring into the ropes. Homicide charges and smashes Sabre down with a devastating clothesline. He then picks Sabre up and tosses him over towards Gambino and demands that he tag in. Gambino doesn't have any problem with that and tags Sabre to let himself into the ring. Gambino and Homicide circle around each other for a moment, then they walk towards each other, seeming like they will go chest to chest, but Homicide suddenly lashes out with a right hand, that Gambino must have been expecting, as he ducks it perfectly and then lays into Homicide with a trio of big right hands. He then whips Homicide into the ropes, onto to have his irish whip reversed. But Gambino bounces off the ropes and sails into Homicide with a Flying Back Elbow. Homicide gets to his feet holding his head. Gambino drills him with a pair of straight rights to the forehead and then he hooks Homicide's head and plants him with a DDT. He hooks the leg for the first cover of the contest. .1 .2 Homicide powers out. Gambino drags Homicide and whips him towards his corner. He then charges in and hits a hard clothesline. Sabre suddenly tags in Gambino, the two men stare at each other for a moment, a few words are exchanged and then Sabre climbs through the ropes and both men begin to stomp down Homicide in the corner. Sabre then pulls Homicide out of the corner as Gambino reluctantly goes to the apron. Sabre whips Homicide into the ropes and then takes him down with a Spinning Wheel Kick. He goes for a cover. ..1 ..2 Homicide powers out. Sabre then stands over Homicide and mocks MVD by performing one of his trademark moves, the "Old Man Stink". He then drops down and begins pounding Homicide's with hard right hands. Sabre pulls Homicide up and then whips him into the ropes. He then snaps him over with a perfect Hurricanranna, he grabs the legs for the pin. ..1 2 .. Homicide kicks out in time. Sabre backs away as Homicide is struggling to his feet. He comes off the ropes and then knocks Homicide's legs from underneath him with a double dropkick to the knees. Homicide starts to get up again and Sabre comes off the ropes looking for the same move. But this time Homicide explodes out of his crouching position and smashes Sabre down with a devastating clothesline. Sabre rolls over to his corner and offers a tag to Gambino, who takes a moment to decide, before he tags himself in.
Poppa: Looked to me like Gambino was thinking about leaving Sabre in there with Homicide.
Stanyer: Wouldn't surprise me in the slightest, since when has anyone not enjoyed watching Sabre get a beating?
Homicide moves in on Gambino and the two begin exchanging hard right hands, with Homicide coming out on top. He plants Gambino with a big Suplex and then drags him to his feet. He drags him over to his corner and offers MVD a tag. There is an exchange of words and then MVD accepts the tag. He boots Gambino in the gut and then hits a Manhattan Drop. MVD then hooks Gambino around the waist and hits the Sexiest Move (Spinning Belly to Belly Suplex). MVD hooks the leg, ..1 .2 .. Gambino kicks out. MVD heads to the turnbuckle and springs up to the top. Gambino staggers to his feet and then MVD sails off the top rope and catches him with a Missile Dropkick. MVD then comes off the ropes and hits Rolling Thunder before going for a cover. .1 ..2 .. Gambino just kicks out. MVD drags Gambino up and then takes him over to Homicide and tags him in. The two men then whip Gambino into the ropes and plant him with a Double Flapjack. Homicide smiles as he goes for the cover. 1 2 amazingly, Sabre breaks up the 3 count, then walks away shaking his head in disbelief.
Poppa: He didn't just do that!! TELL ME he didn't just do that!!!
Stanyer: Sabre did that, he really did stop the pinfall and keep his team in the match.
Poppa: Wow, that's just, not right. The only solution I can think of is that Sabre wants to win, and that includes him getting the pinfall.
Stanyer: Wouldn't surprise me in the slightest.
Homicide picks Gambino up and then powers him up over his head into a Gorilla Press. He then parades around the ring with him for a minute before bringing him back down to earth with Intentional Homicide (Press to Front Slam). Homicide then goes for a cover. 1 2 .. Gambino just kicks out. Homicide drags Gambino up and throws him into his corner, he offers MVD a tag and he accepts. The two then stomp down Gambino before MVD pulls him up and takes him to the middle of the ring. MVD hits a flawless Dragon Suplex on MVD and bridges for the cover. 1 2 . Sabre breaks up the fall. MVD trash talks Sabre a little and then does his famous 2-thumb taunt, except the crowd chant "You Blew Lang" as he does so. This infuriates MVD who starts pacing around the ring. He angrily pulls Gambino to his feet and then whips him into the ropes. He goes for the Vandaminizer (Tilt-a-whirl Driver), but Gambino spectacuarly counters with a Swinging DDT. Now both men are down, and Mark Johnson, the senior referee begins his mandatory 10 count. Gambino & MVD slowly crawl over to their corner and just manage to get tags at the same time. Sabre comes rushing into the ring and he crashes into Homicide with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Homicide gets to his feet and takes an instant Spinning Heel Kick that sends him rolling under the ropes to the floor. MVD is back in, but takes a Superkick straight to the jaw. MVD & Homicide get to their feet, side by side, while Sabre is running off the opposite ropes and then sails over the top rope and crashes into both men with a Flying Plancha. Sabre rolls Homicide back into the ring and then leaps onto the apron. He slingshots over the top rope and lands with a Leg Drop before going into a cover. .1 2 . MVD just manages to pull Sabre out of the ring in time. MVD hits Sabre with a couple of right hands, but then Sabre rakes the eyes before whipping MVD into the steel steps. Sabre climbs to the apron, but gets caught by Homicide, who attempts to Suplex him into the ring, but Sabre escapes and lands behind Homicide, instantly wrapping his legs around him and rolling him up. 1 .2 .. Homicide just kicks out.
Stanyer: Sabre is taking MVD & Homicide apart single-handedly!!!
Poppa: Hey, he wasn't my tag team partner for nothing you know. You think I'd choose someone who couldn't do the job?
Stanyer: No, it was you who couldn't do the job.
Poppa: I resent that comment!!
Stanyer: It's only the truth.
Sabre has Homicide up and goes for the Sabre's Edge (Rios Driver), but Homicide counters and looks like he is going to deliver a Powerbomb, when Gambino clubs Homicide across the back and then Sabre rolls Homicide up with a Hurricanranna Pin. 1 .2 . MVD breaks up the fall. Gambino takes out MVD with a straight kick to the jaw. He and Sabre then help Homicide up, Sabre sets him up for a Suplex, but Gambino wants to deliver a Double Powerbomb. The two exchange words, and then Sabre slaps Gambino across the face, presumably for something he said. Gambino retaliates with a hard right hand, and the two continue this battle for a short while. Until MVD breaks it up by crashing into Sabre with a running clothesline. He then battles Gambino in an exchange of right hands. He gets the upper hand, but then senses that someone is behind him and lashes out with a Roundhouse Kick, but the man behind him is his tag partner, Homicide. MVD then turns and clotheslines Gambino over the top rope. Sabre is back in the ring, and carrying a steel chair, but Mark Johnson tries to take it away from him, and it allows MVD to come in with a Superkick, but Sabre pulls away at the last moment, and Mark Johnson takes a glancing blow to the jaw, enough to put him down though. Sabre then surprises MVD with the Sabre's Edge. Sabre then starts to climb to the top rope, meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Gambino is beating down on Homicide, he realises the referee is out and moves to grab himself a Steel Chair. In the ring, Sabre goes for the 450 Splash, but just as he is about to crash down on MVD, the crafty former gWo leader pulls the steel chair towards him and moves himself out of the way. Sabre crashes into the steel chair and then MVD pounces on top of him for the cover. Mark Johnson is just coming around to make the count. .1 .2 3!!!!! Almost at the same time we hear the three count being made, we hear a loud crack as Homicide KO's Gambino with a heavy steel chair shot.
Stanyer: MVD picks up the win, with a little assistance from a Steel Chair.
Poppa: Always nice to see Sabre taking a fall.
Stanyer: There could still be more to see at the end of this match.
Homicide and MVD are staring at each other, one outside the ring, one in. The stare doesn't last long, as Homicide moves to pick up his World Title and then backs off up the ramp, shouting something at MVD as he goes.
Stanyer: Well, that's all for tonight folks.
Poppa: Don't forget to tune in next week folks, as we have a PPV rematch between Davey K & Sandstorm, a No DQ match as well.
Stanyer: See you all next week folks.
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