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Saddledome
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Saturday 9th August 2003
Attendance: 19,565
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome to Saturday Night Havoc!!!! We are live from the Saddledome in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. We've a stunning lineup for you tonight.
Poppa: Including MVD v Sabre, Cyrus v Nightshade, and our main event, Davey K taking on Sandstorm in a Last Man Standing Match.
Stanyer: But we have to move quickly to the ring, as a certain group has been waiting for the show to kick off.
Poppa: "The Cult".
"Head like a Hole" by NiN plays, as the crowd turns to see who is coming out. Much to their dismay, its the Cult that makes their way on stage and down to the ring. Golgotha seems to be a bit more confident than normal, as Archangel flanks him and remains silent. They are followed by the Brothers Crest. Once all for of them are in the ring, Golgotha takes a mic out of his trenchcoat and begins to speak.
Golgotha: "The End of The World will soon be upon us. And what is the main event? Homicide, Sabre and Davey K and someone who has yet to be named in a Double Jepordy match. The only reason Davey K is in this match is because I wasn't in that pathetic tournament. I should be in the Title Scene, after carring the TV Title! But again, the real talent here in the PWF goes unnoticed."
The crowd boos at Golgotha flat out saying that Davey K doesn't belong in the World Title match at EotW. Golgotha gives them some time, and then continues.
Golgotha: "Lets take a look at your champions, the ones who hold Gold...your Idols, if you will. First, theres Homicide. Yeah, hes a real threat. A former criminal who accidently killed someone. And that sums up your whole wrestling career. One accident after another. Remeber the last time we faught? I took you to the limit. But Sandstorm had to interfere and accidenlty cost me the match. You are a fraud, Homicide. If you were really as much of an hardened criminal as you think you are, then you might be a threat. But how much of your jail time was spent crying and whining over what you did? Truth is, you have to rely on hardcore matches because thats the only way you are going to win. You don't have the techincal skills to match someone of my caliber. And thats why you are avoiding me. Thats why you have yet to even offer me a Title shot. Because you know that I can take your precious gold from you...and thats the Hardcore Truth."
Golgotha pauses for a moment, and strokes his goatee, almost as if he is thinking about something. Then the Hardcore Christian starts back up again.
Golgotha: "And what about Sabre? The man who has been avoiding me ever since he who his title. Remember, I was in that match with him. Did I ever get my rematch? No! I should have gotten it on one of the Defiance shows, but he was to busy hiding from me! Sabre, I deserve a rematch for your Title. So I am asking...no, demanding that you pick me as your opponent for EotW! Whats a matter? The little black duck afriad of what the big bad Christian will do to him? But enought about your loser Champions. Let me introduce to you, two of the greatest superstars here in the PWF, the Brothers Crest!"
Golgotha, Archangel and Toran applaud, as Golgotha hands the mic over to Zion....
Zion calmly collects the microphone and takes a step forward glaring at Rex Idol.
Zion: Mr. Idol, I think you misunderstand the purpose of this alliance. It was months ago that I made a mistake, a mistake in route. Mr. Golgotha and I were on opposite sides of the same coin. Neither would break this bond, but after enough time both came to recognize it.
The giant leans against the ropes
Zion: Your surprises are not so, this is a teaming we could have predicted from the onset. You gentlemen think you can stand toe to toe with the new crusaders? Bolster your forces and come for us then. I do not fear you Mr. Idol, nor would I step down from any of your filth-infested brethren.
Zion: I will let Toran speak for himself, but a challenge is layed before you Mr. Idol. I challenge you. Let us see who takes first blood......
Toran takes a microphone, smiling he continues.
Toran: You'll need to excuse me overzealous brother, he's something of a bore much of the time. But wait.....
Toran pauses for a moment.
Toran: ... but didn't you insult me? INSULT my upbringing. Sir, you speak badly of my family and I will make you pay. Ask my past opponents, some of which are here even now, and find out what I mean. We all play this game by a code, mine is very strict and it forbids me from attacking any of you unless it's accomplished in a face to face meeting. I will not stoop to your level.
Waving a hand at the crowd behind him Toran continues to rant.
Toran: You just don't understand. And frankly little Rexy, I don't either. I don't! I mean it. What I do understand is my brother asked for alittle backup he could depend on. It may not look it, but I'm the muscle here - they're the brains. And you know what, I say we teach you just what I mean by this. I will personally look for each of you tonight.
Toran: As I use to say in the Slaughterhouse, and no offense to the Cult. Rex Idol, Down Under Xpress, pray your gods and fear the knight!
All of a sudden, the sound of a giggling women is heard from over the sound system
Female voice: Oh, Rexy! You're so sexy!
Rex Idol's music hits as he provides his own vocals for his new theme, "Say No More". Idol doesn't appear on the ramp but then the crowd cheers as he appears on the Ultra Tron.
Rex Idol: Hey... well, I'll be - It's the moral minority. What are you kids crying about now? Let me guess. Matches you should have won, championships you should have won, stylists you should have hired. Am I right? I thought so. By the way, nice pants, Zion.
Crowd cheers and laughs as Rex pauses slightly
Rex Idol: And who is this? You're brother? I'm sure there's an inbred-redneck-Christian-fundamentalist incest joke here somewhere, but I don't have any more time to play games with the Holier than thou clique. Nope, it's time to get to the point. I'll give credit where it's due, you guys certainly have pulled a fair share of surprises on the DUX and myself but tonight I feel that me and my friends from the land down under.... no, not Men at Work, my other friends...
Camera pans back and brings the DUX, Brod and LJ, into view to another cheer from the crowd.
Rex Idol: .... have perhaps the biggest surprise to date that would far surpass anything you have pulled in the last few weeks
Brod: You see Golgotha it's not too bright to start making bold claims and handing out various insults to guys well above you. The very first mistake you made was that you left us standing and the second mistake you made was accepting our invitation to the 6 man tag that's going to take place later on. Now whether or not you plan on making ANOTHER one of your cheap run in, beatdown, lame celebration skits that continue to piss us off.
LJ: Hey Brod haven't you noticed a pattern here?
Brod: No, why?
LJ: Oh ok, nevermind.
Brod: Although I did notice that they seem to be multiplying somehow.
LJ: Yeah if they could work out what hole to stick it in there would be a lot more of them.
Brod: (laughs briefly) Ok that's enough of that now before we go we'd like to.....
'Awake' by Godsmack hits as Homicide breaks up the bad comedy. He moves out onto the ramp with a mic and gets straight to the point.
Homicide: Golgotha you have one chance to prove your worth tonight against a champion. I've decided that the joke is on you and that you'll have the great displeasure of having to face me right off the bat. You see I didn't take too kindly to those few words you so kindly enlightened us with but before we get too carried away in there, this match won't be for the title. You like to have that little group of yours follow your every step. I wouldn't mind inviting a few of your favourite punching bags down here, those being the DUX and Rex Idol, to come down to ringside so we can have ourselves a nice little Lumberjack match to start things off.
Homicide drops the mic and heads to the ring.
Lumberjack Match
Credit: The Pelican
Report: Homicide and Golgotha tie up in the centre of the ring, Homicide immediately overpowers Golgotha and shoves him across the ring. Golgotha drags himself to his feet and immediately has to duck to dodge a haymaker from Homicide. Golgotha ploughs into Homicide with a spear like charge, and pushes him back into the turnbuckle. He then unloads on him with some hard right hands. The World Champion manages to block one punch and then switches positions so he can lay into Golgotha with hard punches. Golgotha sneaks in a quick rake of the eyes and then he hits Homicide with a boot to the gut before attempting a Suplex. But the big man blocks, and then overpowers Golgotha and delivers the Suplex.
Stanyer: Awesome display of power from Golgotha.
Poppa: Looks like a few more referee's are coming down to ringside.
Stanyer: Probably to keep the Lumberjacks under control, they are only supposed to throw them back in the ring. But I can't see anyone here "just" throwing someone back into the ring.
Golgotha gets to his feet and takes a pair of hard right hands from Homicide. He then whips the Hardcore Christian across the ring and then attempts a Back Body Drop, but Golgotha stops and hits a club to the back, then brings Homicide down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Golgotha goes for a cover. 1 2 .. Homicide easily kicks out. Golgotha drags Homicide up, deliver a few clubs to the back to make sure he doesn't counter, and then he whips him into the ropes. Golgotha snaps Homicide over with a Powerslam and then hooks the leg. .1 ..2 .. Homicide powers out. Golgotha heads over to the turnbuckle and begins his climb, but Homicide is up too quickly for that and heads Golgotha off, pushing him off the top turnbuckle and sending him crashing to the outside. Unfortunately for Golgotha, he lands on DUX's side. They swarm at him, trying to push through the referee's, they get in a few kicks, but are held back well.
Poppa: The referee's doing their job well. Makes a change.
Stanyer: It doesn't look like the Lumberjacks have any intention of doing their "job" for the night.
Poppa: Did you expect anything else?
Golgotha struggles to his feet and then rolls back into the ring. Homicide stomps him down a few times and then drags him to his feet. He powers him up overhead in a Military Press and then paces around the ring, showing off his strength, before bringing him down with Intentional Homicide (Body Press Front Slam). Homicide hooks the leg back. ..1 2 Golgotha kicks out of a close fall. Golgotha starts to get to his feet, Homicide pulls him up and whips him hard into the turnbuckle. Homicide charges in, but Golgotha explodes out of the corner and flattens him with a devastating clothesline. Golgotha waits for Homicide to get up and then unleashes upon him a volley of right hands. He then whips him into the ropes, but Homicide reverses and it's Golgotha that comes off the ropes. Homicide then destroy's Golgotha with a Tilt-a-Whirl Slam. Golgotha bounces straight up to his feet and staggers back into the ropes. Homicide charges at him, but is caught by surprise as Golgotha drops down and low bridges the top rope, sending Homicide over the top rope to the floor. Unfortunately, he lands by The Cult, who swarm all over him and stomp away before the Referee's pull them away. Zion breaks free and continues the beatdown. It takes 3 men to finally pull Zion away. Golgotha rolls to the outside and pulls Homicide up, before rolling him back into the ring. Golgotha climbs in and goes for a cover. ..1 2 Homicide just kicks out. Golgotha then hooks Homicide up with the Angelic Posession (Ne-Han). Referee Duane Dibley slides down to ask Homicide if he wants to give up, but he refuses and tries to fight out of the hold.
Stanyer: Homicide may have no other choice but to give up here, I can't see a way out of that submission hold, Golgotha has both arms locked tight.
Homicide continues to fight, and refuses to accept defeat, he seems to be stretching out backwards with his legs, and somehow, he manages to get one foot on the bottom rope. Duane Dibley calls for a break and Golgotha reluctantly breaks the hold. He pulls Homicide up and hooks him up for the Sinner's Slam (Pump Handle Slam). But Homicide somehow escapes down the back of Golgotha and then counters with the Devastating Ethnic Cleanser (Release Tiger Suplex). Homicide drops to one knee, trying to catch his breath, while the momentum of the Suplex sends Golgotha rolling out of the ring - on DUX's side. They are held back by the referee's, but not for long, as on the other side of the ring, Zion demonstrates his power by shrugging aside the men holding him back. A few swings of his right hand and suddenly The Cult are swarming towards DUX. Zion, Toran & ArchAngel swarm at DUX & Rex and a brawl breaks out, Golgotha, once he is on his feet, joins in. Zion tosses Rex over the barricade and into the front row, sending a few fans scattering. Toran crashes into the steel steps, thanks to Brod's hard irish whip. Golgotha slams LJ face first into the barricade. AA beats up Brod for throwing Toran into the steps. Rex climbs over the barricade and tries to fight Zion, but to no avail. The brawl continues for a few moments and then suddenly, Homicide spectacuarly sails over the top rope and crashes into everyone with a Flying Plancha, and gets a huge cheer from the crowd for it.
Stanyer: My God!! I've never seen Homicide fly like that before!!
Poppa: Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Homicide grabs Golgotha and rolls him back into the ring. Leaving the brawling parties behind him. He whips Golgotha hard into the turnbuckle, and he staggers out towards Homicide. He scoops Golgotha up and goes for the Cell Splitter, but Golgotha rolls out of it and tries to hook Homicide up for a Suplex, but the big man gets in a few rabbit punches and then he powers Golgotha up for a Suplex, only for Golgotha to escape and land behind him. Golgotha attempts a German Suplex, but Homicide blocks it and spins around setting Golgotha up for The Boston Massacre (Reverse DDT Drop), but Golgotha escapes Homicide's grip and drops to the mat, where he slides through Homicide's legs and then rolls him up with a School Boy Pin. Duane Dibley slides down to make the count and Golgotha immediately pulls hard on the tights. .1 ..2 ..3!!!!!! Golgotha immediately rolls out of the ring and starts to back away up the ramp, signalling The Cult to follow him. Homicide is up on his feet and is furious, lifting Duane Dibley off the ground, shouting at him, complaining about his decision.
Stanyer: Golgotha picks up the win with a sneaky pull of the tights.
Poppa: It's a big win for Golgotha, let's not forget that Homicide is the World Champion, and Golgotha has just beaten him.
Stanyer: But it's not exactly a clean win now is it?
Poppa: It's still a win, no matter how he achieved it.
Stanyer: It also looks like things between DUX & The Cult are certainly not over.
As we fade to a commercial, we see DUX, Rex & Homicide staring down The Cult as they back up the aisle, smiles on their faces. Profit is at the top of the ramp, Applauding them as they make their way backstage.
We return to the backstage area, where security has split up DUX & The Cult. A few of them try to break free and continue the fight, but Security holds them back and then they direct them to opposite sides of the arena.
Stanyer: Security, wisely, deciding to put DUX & The Cult as far away from each other as they possibly can.
Cameras cut once more to the back, with a mixed response eminating from the fans as Sabre strides down one of the numerous hallways, bags slumped over one shoulder, PWF title over the other. As he nonchalantly moves with the camera, a snickering is heard from stage left.... Sabre stops dead in his tracks, turning his head slightly as the camera pans across to see... MVD.
Sabre: "Deja Vu. Feel like attacking me again or just checking out the talent?"
MVD: "Ha. Why attack you now when I've get to do whatever the hell I want with you in the ring later tonight?"
Sabre: "Must feel special, huh? Walkin' around like you own the joint, doin' whatever you please then getting the prize at the end of that tunnel... it's just too bad for you that this little 'do what I want' thing has crossed paths with my... how should I put this... 'be the best' attitude. I hope you enjoy this match, because it's when your little rampage runs dry."
MVD: "Yeah, sure. Y'know, you say you're the best, you've got that little tin strap over your shoulder... but when was the last time you ran into M...V...D? Basically, you've been at the top of your game because I've allowed it. You have that belt because to me, you're insignificant and we wouldn't be meeting if you weren't in the way of my End of the World main event."
Sabre: "Uh huh. And no doubt you'll have that chair ready to back you up, big mouth. So what if? What if for whatever reason you kick my arse tonight... guess who you have to grapple with at End of the World? That's right... I'm not in the way, I AM the way. and I'm telling you right now the buck stops here."
MVD: "Any other catch phrases you want to throw at me?"
Sabre: "What, so you could steal 'em? I don't think so. Just sit down and shut up for the entire night and I'll be a happy man."
Sabre begins to walk off as MVD begins to move...
Sabre: "And don't think about backstabbing me, assface. That's just not cool."
MVD looks a little confused before walking in the other direction, muttering under his breath...
MVD: "I'm not gay, goddamitt..."
The cameras cut backstage to a door that reads Michael Pellington. Shouts are heard, then the cameras cut to inside the office. We see Gambino standing at Pellingtons desk and Mr. Pellington himself sitting behind it
Gambino: I'm sick of it! I didn't bitch when I was made to participate in a tournament to get a shot at the World Title at End of the World. Even though I should've gotten a rematch as it was, I didn't bitch. I didn't bitch when Davey K won the tournament and earned his spot in the main event at End of the World. But things here lately are getting damn ridiculous. Last week, you put me in a tag team match against Homicide and Matt Van Dam. Normally, I'd have a hard on for a match like that! But who did you give me as a partner? God damn Sabre!!
Pellington: What is so wrong with Sabre? He's a champion for Christs sake!
Gambino: The son of a bitch got pinned and we lost the match! Some champion he is! Now I get here tonight and see that you've booked a match between me and Krimson? You actually expect me to go out there and wrestle Bozo the fucking clown?!
Pellington gets angry and stands up from his seat
Pellington: Now you listen here damnit! Everyone around here is treated as an equal, and that includes the new guys.
Gambino: No one else IS my equal!
Pellington: No one else has complained about wrestling Krimson. So the guy dresses like a clown, he's a damn good competitor Gambino. Besides, if he's gonna earn his spot in the locker room, shouldn't he be put to the test against the best we have to offer?
Gambino: That's not the point Pellington. The point is, I'm getting pushed out of the main event scene and I don't like it one bit! You're right, I am the best the PWF has to offer. I'm a God damn legend and an icon in the PWF. If you think for one second that I'll settle for anything less than what I feel that I deserve, then you're wrong!
Gambino pauses for a moment and calms down a bit
Gambino: Look. I've been here a long time Pellington, and I've never complained much. Krimson's been here for what, five minutes? He's getting matches against main event competitors every single night.
Pellington: I'm sorry Gambino. The match is already booked and there's nothing I can do.
Gambino: You're the owner, of course there's something you can do.
Gambino appears to contemplate something
Gambino: Put me in a match against Davey! He seems to think that since I'm no longer wearing diapers and having my mother wipe my ass that I'm an old man, let me face him in a match.
Pellington: I'm sorry. My hands are tied.
Gambino slams his hands down on the desk
Gambino: Bullshit! You know Pellington, you're running a pretty weak ship around here lately. I don't know if you've lost your nut or if you've just got your head so far up your ass that you can't see what's going on right under your nose, but something's gotta change! Look back over the past month. How many superstars have walked because they were treated unfairly, or they weren't happy with their position in the company? Is that what you want?! You want me to walk out that damn door?!
Stanyer: One very angry Antonion Gambino.
Poppa: I hope he doesn't leave, the place just wouldn't be the same without him.
Stanyer: Doesn't sound like he's getting along with the PWF Owner at the moment, and that is most definitely a bad thing.
Poppa: I can't remember many times when Gambino & Mr Pellington haven't gotten along.
Stanyer: Neither can I. Anyway, we have a match to be getting on with, as Cyrus deWynter, our Extreme hating Extreme Champion takes on "God" Nightshade.
"Counterfeit God" by Black Label Society begins to resound through the arena. The fans give him a loud pop as he comes out from the back. His face is covered by the plaster mask and his hands are still taped up in black.
James: Coming down the aisle, from Saginaw, Michigan, standing at 6'7", and weighing in at 277 pounds, The master of the DDT, God Nightshade!
Stanyer: Well, it was revealed that the surgical tape has to stay on Nightshade's hands for two more weeks for proper healing time.
Poppa: How about the mask?
Stanyer: Still no word on whether or not the mask will be able to come off anytime soon. I've heard rumors of some real deep wounds, both cuts and burns.
Poppa: It doesn't look like he's going to hold anything back anymore.
Nightshade powers down the ramp and slides into the ring. He is handed a microphone and quickly gets to his point.
Nightshade: Desperation is doing exactly what he wants. He's seeping into me... like last week, he's becoming me. What that was supposed to symbolize, I don't know. This Desperation is trying to take control of my life. I still don't know though... What's his plan? What is he trying to do?
Nightshade is pacing all around the ring at this point. He's obviously not well.
Nightshade: What will Desperation make me do? Will Desperation make me destroy the young opponent that awaits me? Will Desperation destroy my shots at everything?
Nightshade stops in the middle of the ring. He holds his head up and stares into the camera.
Nightshade: Will Desperation be the one thing that keeps me alive?
He pauses to let the words sink in.
Nightshade: If it was Desperation's intent to get into my mind, he succeeded. If it was his attempt to get under my skin, he succeeded. If it was his intent to destroy me... well... you ain't seen nothing yet.
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 Extreme title draped over his shoulder. He pauses, smiling, at the top of the ramp and surveys the crowd before his gaze comes to rest upon the ring. 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.
James: "Introducing, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at 228 pounds... Cyrus deWynter!"
Cyrus grabs the microphone away from the ring announcer and then turns to face Nightshade. He looks the legend up and down with a smirk that almost audibly says "you look like crap".
deWynter: "Well, if it isn't the legendary Nightshade. Wow man, you look like hell warmed over, but you already know that don't you? I couldn't help but overhear what you said about your mystery stalker, Desperation. He really is doing a number on you isn't he?"
Nightshade raises his microphone to answer, when Cyrus cuts him off.
deWynter: "No need to answer. Personally, I don't even care. Its none of my business really. What is my business, is this little match we're scheduled for here tonight. Tell you what legend. You agree to forgo the "extreme" stipulations to this title match, making it a true contest of skill and talent instead of a mockery of this sport, and I'll do everything I can to help you uncover this thorn in your side, Desperation. What do you say... legend?"
Nightshade lets deWynter's words sink in.
Nightshade: Help me find out who Desperation is... A tempting offer...
Nightshade looks out at the crowd, who are booing a "yes" decision. He looks back at Cyrus.
Nightshade: What if YOU are Desperation? You know... that even sounds right... You don't want to take an Extreme beating... The divine execution, if you will. I don't think I like what you have to say Cyrus... I don't like your little deal. If you don't want to be Extreme champion, than just say so, give the belt to Pellington. Don't try to waste MY time.
Cyrus just stares blankly at Nightshade. He actually looks like he's trying to decide whether Nightshade is paranoid or just frickin' deranged. After a few moments of complete silence, Cyrus raises the mic to his mouth again.
deWynter: "You have most definitely gone off the deep end man. How the hell could I be Desperation? I don't know enough of the intimate details of your career to be that psycho. Get a grip."
He shakes his head sadly.
deWynter: "Well, legend, it seems you don't want to take me up on my offer. Its a shame. You know you can't compete with me on a technical level, and because of that, you're gonna resort to underhanded tactics just like the rest of the "extreme" wrestlers. I had hoped you were better than that Nightshade. Looks like I was wrong."
Cyrus sighs and looks straight into Nightshades eyes, seeing that crazy spark within. He seems slightly unnerved for a second, but then just smirks and shakes his head again.
deWynter: "Oh how the mighty have fallen."
Nightshade snaps his head at Cyrus and stares him down from point blank range. He begins to yell into the microphone.
Nightshade: You listen to ME, kid! You really want to see what this legend can do? You're going to see, right now!
He calms his voice down a tad.
Nightshade: You better have made peace with yourself, because when I'm through with you, when you're bowing before God Nightshade, your life... is... forfeit...
Nightshade drops his microphone and throws his arms out in a crucifix taunt.
Cyrus takes a few steps backwards when Nightshade goes ballistic, and despite a moment of panicked fear, he does regain his composure. In fact, he kind of half smiles as Nightshade poses.
deWynter: "Blah, blah, blah. You've opted to do this the hard way Nightshade, now you'll suffer the humiliation of getting beaten by a newcomer. You may think yourself a god Nightshade, but even gods can die."
Cyrus tosses the Extreme title to the referee with a smirk, then faces Nightshade again.
deWynter: "Its high time these people witnessed the fall of a god."
Cyrus smiles and tosses his microphone out of the ring, ready to start this match.
Credit: Solo
Report: Cyrus glides around the ring trying to find an opening on Nightshade. Nightshade impatiently charges after Cyrus. Cyrus dodges tripping Nightshade into the middle ropes. Backing away from Nightshade, Cyrus taunts the crowd then turns his attention to Nightshade once again. Nightshade furious storms after Cyrus again, but is tripped up again. Nightshade pounds the matt getting annoyed with the faster and smaller opponent, Cyrus. Before Nightshade can get to his feet Cyrus lands a well executed Drop Kick to the face rocking Nightshade to the matt once again. Cyrus follows up quickly with a Headlock. Grinding his forearms into the side of Nightshade's head, Cyrus tightens his grip. Nightshade tries to reach the ropes, but Cyrus grinds the hold tighter. After a short struggle between the two men, Nightshade slowly forces himself to his feet.
Stanyer: Unbelievable, the man is actually wrestling. I thought this was a hardcore match?
Poppa: What wrong with wrestling a fair clean match as the Extreme Champion? Some times I think you're a little bias about things.
Stanyer: I am not bias. I just don't see how Cyrus can be the Extreme Champion and not at least break the rules.
Poppa: I'm sure he does break the rules. Just not in the way you would expect a man of his skill.
Nightshade finally to his feet drives his elbow into the ribs of Cyrus. After two more shots Cyrus breaks the hold as Nightshade whips himself off the room landing a Cross-Body Block. Nightshade quickly gets to his feet grabbing Cyrus by the head. Nightshade singles to the crowd that he is about to go for the Sulphurous Ash (Even flow DDT), but Cyrus quickly flips Nightshade over with a Farmer's Takeover. Quickly, Cyrus locks in a Camel Clutch to wear down his opponent, Nightshade some more. Nightshade miraculously reaches the ropes before Cyrus could get the hold locked in completely. The referee informs Cyrus that Nightshade's hands are on the rope and he needs to break the hold. Without questioning Cyrus gets up waiting for Nightshade. As soon as Nightshade to his feet he turns around walking right into the waiting Cyrus, who attempts a Cold Snap (STO), but is reverse by Nightshade into the Nightly Shaded (Dragon Sleeper).
Stanyer: Quick thinking by Nightshade who just reversed Cyrus own finisher.
Poppa: He isn't the self proclaimed God for nothing Jason.
Stanyer: Wait a minute, who is that coming out of the back? It's Krychek. What business does he have being out here?
Poppa: I guess Desperation wanted him to check out the match in person.
Krychek makes his way down to the ring as Nightshade realizes he is there. Ignoring the outside threat for the time being, Nightshade releases Cyrus and slides out of the ring to the Time Keeper's Table. Nightshade pushes the man off the chair and returns to the ring. Cyrus still a bit dazed by the Nightly Shaded, slowly gets to his feet. Nightshade winds up and goes to crack Cyrus over the head with the chair, but is stopped by Krychek who pulls the chair from his hands. Krychek then tosses the chair over to Cyrus; he looks at it and picks it up as if he was going to use it, but then tosses the chair out of the ring. Nightshade pulls Krychek in the ring ignoring Cyrus completely. Both Nightshade and Krychek trade blows until Nightshade lands a low blow onto Krychek. Taking advantage of the Situation at hand Cyrus sneaks up from behind driving Nightshade to the mat with a DeWinterizer (Full Nelson Slam). Nightshade takes a nasty bump as he hits the matt hard. Krychek rolls out of the ring, as Cyrus pins Nightshade. The ref starts the count. One Two Thr Nightshade kicks out just before the referee could drop his hand. Cyrus shows some frustration and rolls out of the ring.
Stanyer: Nightshade almost lost the match, because he let his emotion get the better of him.
Poppa: I don't care about Nightshade right not I'm more concern what Cyrus is up too. Why is he looking under the ring?
Stanyer: A man that said he doesn't like Hardcore sure is showing signs of a man that does.
Cyrus slides back in the ring with a bottle of water in hand. The fans looks stunned, as Cyrus tosses the bottle out of the ring. Nightshade now back to his feet charges Cyrus spearing him to the matt. Nightshade unloads on Cyrus like a bear mauling its victim. Nightshade gets to his feet with Cyrus in his grasp. Nightshade signals once again for the end when suddenly a man dressed like Desperation walks out. Nightshade drops Cyrus to the matt and starts screaming at the man to come to the ring. Cyrus shakes the cobwebs out of this head and sees that Nightshade's back is turned once again. Sneaking up behind Nightshade again, Cyrus this time rolls him up into a School Boy Pin. The referee quickly starts the count. One Two Three Cyrus quickly rolls out of the ring as the referee follows him. Nightshade with a stunned look on his face becomes furious.
A shape moves at the top of the stage. It's a familiar shape by now, a trailing trenchcoat and a stetson hat. The action in the ring stops as Desperation raises a microphone.
Poppa: But I thought....Nightshade was....WHAT?
Desperation's shadowed face breaks into a smile.
Desperation: Nightshade! Amazing! Grappling in the ring... furious, full of malcontentment... does he love? Does it matter? He's thinking... he's confused... and if not for the sounds of this audience, he'd think it...me...was all a horrible vision, an apparition, a hallucination, lights too bright, pants too tight...
Desperation walks a little ways down the ramp as Nightshade balls his fists, eyes wide with hatred.
Desperation:...but the apparition, a piece of him, is here. So how can one man be in two places, staring at himself, speaking to himself, looking himself... pardon the cliche... squarely in the eye?
Desperation's bearded mouth grins.
Desperation: He...can't.
Nightshade raises a leg, as if to go outside the ring.
Desperation:...or can he? Can he, Nightshade? Lay your hands on me, see what face looks at you when you've finally got me... and if it's your own...
Desperation chuckles.
Desperation: We throw around the name 'Scrimm' a lot, don't we? Ah yes, yes we do, Nightshade. We throw it around until it has no meaning. Nobody cries over Lincoln, everyone knows he's dead. That's really the thing about death, the shock of it. When I say I saw Scrimm in his grave, I meant it. Just like I see you in that ring. And I saw his cold dead hands reach up. I saw his rotting eyes roll with delight, and Nightshade? I saw that dead man raise his head, and scream into the black earth, that his killer was God but God would not save his killer... he screamed that one day the earth would vomit him from it's bowels, and he'd find his killer. He would fall upon him with ghostly talons and tear him apart. And then Scrimm's ghost looked at me, and he said once he saw a ghost. Then he said he was a ghost. Then he looked deep into my eyes... and he told me... Nightshade?... he told me... YOU ARE A GHOST. And you know what?
Desperation reaches up and takes away his Stetson. The crowd gasps in shock, and Nightshade goes a deathly pale.
Staring down at him from the walkway is David Scrimm.
Desperation:... he was absolutely right.
A stunned Nightshade drops to his knees and just stares as the man who appears to be the late David Scrimm turns and walks through the entranceway.
We shoot to the car park where we see Gambino throwing his kit bag into the back of his car. He gets into his car and drives out of the arena.
Stanyer: He's really leaving? I can't believe this . I hope it's not for good.
The scene cuts to the locker room area and the Camera Crew cuts to outside MVD's locker room and awaiting's the arrival of the former gWo leader. Moments later MVD exits his locker room dressed in his usual wrestling attire and soaked down and ready to go when he is prompted by Johnny Mayhem for an interview.
Mayhem:- Mr Van Dam, can i get your thoughts on tonight's big match up with Sabre
MVD:- Lets make this one quick Mayhem, my public await!
Mayhem:- Sure MVD, i just wanted to get an insight into what your motivation is to fight Sabre tonight as you've clearly stated it is nothing to do with the World Title.
MVD:- Well for some god forsaken reason the PWF holds Sabre in such a high regard, yes this Austrailian Power Ranger reject is now one of "the" men to beat in the PWF. Sure if i get to take away his worthless strap and make it my own, so be it, maybe having a champion like Matt..Van..Dam (2 thumb pose) will bring the recognition that the belt needs to establish itself as a true World Title....... but as you said MayHem, his little belt is not of importance to me.
Mayhem:- Well what is import to MVD?
MVD:- What is import to MVD is that Sabre feels my full force in retribution for what he has done to me!
Mayhem has a look of confusion on his face, MVD then continues
MVD:- I spent 2 years of my life building the most powerful force in the wrestling world in the gWo and an empire to embrace me as it's World Heavyweight champion............. however.............. Sabre ruined it for me! He was the weak link of the gWo and it was because of his short-sightedness and greed that the gWo now ceases to be, and that i do not hold what is rightfully mine. Sabre i will take the match, your title and your career in sweet revenge for the shame you brought upon the gWo and do not forget what i have to those who have stood before me in the past. Remember Rye Hazwaki? How about Gambino's old man? The list goes on and on, and when i've kicked your "arse" back to Down Under where it belongs i'll move back onto the job at hand............. Homicide.............. your days as champion are numbered.
MVD angrily pushes past Mayhem and his crew and makes his way to ringside for his match....
Stanyer: Well, we move onto our next match, where if you couldn't figure out what Sabre was saying earlier tonight. Sabre has agreed to put his #1 contendership on the line against Matt Van Dam.
Poppa: It's simple, if MVD wins, he's the man facing Sabre at The End of the World.
Stanyer: That little stipulation should make this a fantastic matchup.
#1 Contendership if MVD wins
Credit: Splinter
Report: Sabre and Matt Van Dam circle each other slowly, both men clearly wanting a piece of the other. They go into a collar and elbow tie up, Sabre pushes MVD to the ropes before quickly transferring to an irish whip. MVD comes off the ropes, ducks a Sabre clothesline and then hits a hard neckbreaker. Sabre staggers up to his feet, MVD throws a kick at Sabres head but the champ ducks it. Sabre hooks MVD up and hits a big arm drag. MVD hops to his feet only to see Sabre stir up a chant of 'You Kissed Lang! You Kissed Lang! You Kissed Lang!', MVD is highly irritated by this, he runs at Sabre and goes for a diving clothesline, Sabre ducks it and MVD rolls to his feet. MVD turns straight into a kick to the gut followed by a hard snap suplex. Sabre proceeds to do the two thumb chant before dropping the leg across Van Dams throat. He covers MVD, hooking the leg 1 MVD kicks out quickly. Sabre pulls him up quickly and throws him into the corner, Sabre lifts MVD up onto the top rope and grabs him for a super dragon screw but Van Dam kicks the Sabre right in the face. Sabre staggers away only to have MVD dive and hit him with a huge top rope diving Van-Daminator! Sabre goes down hard, Van Dam covers 1 2 Sabre kicks out just after the two. MVD pulls Sabre up and throws him to the ropes, on the way back MVD throws a big clothesline but Sabre ducks it and proceeds to hit a huge chop. A chorus of 'Oooo's goes up around the arena, Sabre nails Matt Van Dam with another knife edge chop. Sabre then nails a hard martial arts straight kick to the side of MVDs ribcage, Van Dam staggers backwards but the former PWF World Champion quickly recovers, he throws a big kick at Sabre but Sabre catches it and then locks MVD up. Before Van Dam knows whats going on Sabre has nailed him with a huge capture suplex, Sabre floats over for a cover 1 2 MVD kicks up and out at two and a half.
Poppa: Thankfully Sabre doesn't get the fall there, or he might never shut up.
Stanyer: MVD has a hell of a lot on the line in this match, he wants this shot bad.
Sabre pulls Matt Van Dam up again only to receive another brutal Van-Daminator. MVD runs quickly to the ropes, he rolls forwards and then leaps up into the air before coming down onto Sabre and hitting an awesome Rolling Thunder. MVD grabs Sabres leg and pulls it towards him for a cover 1 2 Sabre kicks out, throwing MVD up and off him. Matt Van Dam looks over at Sabre, shocked. Sabre is already dragging himself up, MVD throws a big kick but Sabre blocks it and proceeds to hit a hard enziguri. He then drops a big leg across the back of MVDs head and then turns MVD over into a cover 1 2 This time it is MVD who kicks out. Sabre drags him up only to nail him with a hard backbreaker, Sabre then grabs Van Dams legs and turns him over into a texas cloverleaf. MVD screams out in pain as Sabre wrenches back on the hold. MVD gradually drags himself over to the ropes and slumps and hand onto the bottom rope. Sabre releases the hold with a cocky smile on his face, he knows that he damage is done. Sabre proceeds to drag MVD into the middle of the ring, the champ runs to the ropes and then, on the way back, does a forward roll before leaping into the air for a Rolling Thunder of his own but Van Dam rolls out of the way. MVD then grabs Sabres tights and puts his legs up on the ropes as he rolls the champ up, the referee gets down and counts 1 2 3!
Sabre grabs a mic as MVD is on his way up the ramp celebrating his victory.
Sabre: "Hey Jackass!! You think you're getting away with that!!! You proud of that victory? You proud of how you CHEATED to become the #1 contender to my title."
MVD mouths something about how it's what Sabre would have done.
Sabre: "If you're as good as you claim to be, you'd get your ass back in this ring and do this shit properly. Because there ain't a chance in hell I'm letting you get away with that!!! Roll the tape "
A replay is shown of how MVD used the tights to obtain his win. The Referee for the match, Carlton Rock, sees it and looks pissed off. He asks Sabre for his mic.
Carlton Rock: "Due to Matt Van Dam illegally using the tights to obtain a pinfall. I am restarting this match."
A huge cheer rings around the arena, and a smile comes across Sabre's face. MVD looks furious and runs over to the referee, who tells him straight out that he is restarting the match and gets back into the ring.
MVD begrudgingly comes back down to the ring. He rolls in, Sabre throws a clothesline but Van Dam ducks it and delivers a heel kick to the back of the head. Sabre goes down hard, MVD again grabs the tights and puts his feet on the ropes as he covers, the referee gets down and counts 1 2 but he quickly glances over and sees MVD cheating this time, the referee yells at him as he pulls himself up. MVD shrugs as the fans boo and the referee yells at him. Sabre sets MVD up and proceeds to hit a full nelson suplex, sending MVD down shoulders and head first into the canvas. Sabre holds on for a bridge, the referee counts 1 2 Van Dam kicks up and out.
Stanyer: Impressive, I thought that could've been it.
Poppa: At least Sabre didn't win it right there, that would've been awful. AHHHH!
Sabre drags MVD up, MVD sneaks in a low-blow! The referee completely misses it as Sabre collapses to the mat. MVD leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, he does a two thumb taunt and only receives boos. He leaps off and nails Sabre with a massive Five Star Frog Splash! MVD hooks the leg for a cover 1 2 Sabre kicks up and out! The fans can't believe it, MVD rolls away with his head clasped in shock. He gets up and starts to berate the referee.
Poppa: Damnit! Why didn't Sabre just stay down!
Stanyer: You really Really hate him don't you?
Poppa: Ohhhhh yes.
MVD pulls Sabre up and sets him up for the Sexiest Move (Spinning Belly To Belly Suplex) but Sabre knees him hard in the gut. MVD doubles up holding his stomach in pain, Sabre reacts quickly and proceeds to nail the Leg Drop DDT (Fame-Asser)! He turns MVD over onto his back and then drags himself up onto the top turnbuckle, he poses before leaping off and nailing the 450 Splash. The fans go wild as MVD gets pinned down 1 2 3!
Poppa: NOOO!!!!
Stanyer: And this time, legally, Sabre picks up the win. And Mr Van Dam, is NOT going to be in The End of the World Main Event.
Poppa: Oh well, I suppose it doesn't really make much difference, I just wanted to see Sabre lose for a change
Psycore: "Wake up."
The image faded in, slowly. The picture, though grainy, told a story that needed no explanation. The room, moisture lending a sheen to the smooth brickwork, looked not unlike a prison cell. No windows were present, nor was there any furniture to speak of. A dim light was all that kept the contents of the room from obscurity, provided by a single bulb. On one end of the room stood Psycore, the light just stopping at his feet, seemingly fearful of his presence. His unnervingly white eyes shun with the same ambiguous malevolence that had become synonymous with his name and as the camera followed his gaze it came to settle upon Kilgore. As he raised his head he looked to his side, grinning peculiarly at the chains by which he was confined, and then he stared across the room. As his eyes settled on Psycore however the grin faded from his face and he quickly looked away, showing an uncharacteristic lack of nerve. Even as Kilgore spoke it was obvious that Psycore's presence was having an adverse affect on his fragile psyche.
Kilgore: "I I knew you couldn't keep away."
Psycore smirked as he walked forward, stopping in front of the subdued Kilgore with his arms crossed against his chest.
Psycore: "It's my choice to be here Kilgore. I could've kept away for an eternity."
Kilgore: "But you didn't."
Psycore: "No, I didn't. Do you know why I'm here?"
Kilgore scowled, knowing all too well what his mentor wanted.
Kilgore: "Leon."
Psycore: "Yes Kilgore, Leon. I need to speak to him."
Kilgore: "Why?"
Psycore: "It's for your own good."
Kilgore: "Heh, sure it is. Just like being chained up is for my own good, right?"
Psycore: "You're chained up for everyone else's own good."
Kilgore: " "
Psycore: "Now, Kilgore. I don't want to force the consciousness out of you."
Kilgore went to reply but no words left his mouth. Instead he held his tongue and looked towards the ground, at which point his head started to twitch. A few seconds passed and then a deep sigh left Kilgore's mouth, at which point Psycore spoke up.
Psycore: "Welcome back Leon."
Kilgore's, or rather Leon's head slowly rose until he was looking directly at Psycore. It took a moment for Leon to adjust but when he did he came across as being incongruously anxious.
Leon: "Ps Psycore?"
Psycore replied, his deep, grave voice consistent.
Psycore: "Yes, Leon, it is I. It's been quite some time."
Leon: "Why "
Psycore: "You know exactly why I'm here Leon. You've known this day was coming for many a year now."
A sorrowful, fearful look befell Leon as he looked away to avert Psycore's piercing gaze.
Psycore: "I told you back then exactly what you were, and still you refuse to accept it."
Leon: "Yeah, and you told Kilgore as well I suppose? Why the hell would you-"
Psycore: "I never told Kilgore. He figured it out for himself. It wasn't exactly testing, given the fact that the truth has always been right on the surface."
Leon: "Bullshit! I'm the truth! I can't believe you'd turn your back on me and-"
Suddenly Psycore's arm shot forward, grasping Leon by the throat and cutting his angered spiel short. As Leon struggled in vain Psycore came face-to-face with the troubled soul, his voice now more intense as he spoke.
Psycore: "You think you're the truth Leon? You think YOU are reality? Wrong! The reality is that you, Leon are an echo. A reverberation of a former life! You died a long time ago Leon, long before Kilgore ever came to me. It was you who drove him to insanity, because you wouldn't let go. You convinced yourself you had unfinished business when, in fact, you had NOTHING! Face facts Leon, face reality face the truth."
Psycore relinquished his hold on Leon, backing off and turning away whilst Leon gasped for air. Psycore looked at his hands for a moment, furrows forming on his brow as he grimaced, and then he looked up at the light for an instant before looking over his shoulder.
Psycore: "I have my own problems right now Leon. I can't do this again. It's up to you to make the right choice."
Leon: "But but this is my body, my-"
Psycore: "It WAS your body Leon. Don't forget that I too have experienced death. I too am a stranger to fate. The difference is I accept what I am, what I have become. You're holding onto something that just isn't there anymore."
Leon: "Really? Well then, why don't you just LET ME OUT OF HERE!? Let me out right fucking now! I'll show you I've still got plenty left!"
Leon's sudden outburst startled Psycore and he quickly turned around, tilting his head to the side as he glared at Leon. He then slowly walked forward and, after stopping in front of Leon raised his fist.
Psycore: "If this is the way it is to be "
Fear quickly found its way into Leon's system as he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, expecting the worse. However, after hearing the sound of his restraints being unlocked he opened his eyes and looked as the chains draped against the wall, freeing his arms. Psycore then quickly knelt down and freed Leon's feet, restoring autonomy to the giant.
Leon: "Wha what are you doing?"
Psycore stood up and, without any hint of apprehension whatsoever, got directly in Leon's face.
Psycore: "You think you can do it Leon? Then do it!"
There was no backing down. Psycore remained where he was, dwarfed by the colossus that stood before him, and as the seconds passed the rage spread through Leon's body to the point where he was involuntarily shaking. Then, as the tension came to a head, Leon reared back and nothing. He froze, his lips trembling, a single bead of sweat making its way down from his temple. Then, giving into the pressure that he had ostensibly placed upon himself he fell to his knees and began to weep, covering his eyes with his hands as if to hide his shame. At that point Psycore turned and began to walk towards the door, a mournful look betraying his morbidly serene exterior. As he placed his hand on the handle though he stopped, turned and look at Leon, who had not yet found composure.
Psycore: "I'm sorry it had to turn out this way Leon, I truly am. Maybe now Kilgore will be open to reason. Leon Calvano rest in peace."
With that Psycore opened the door and then he was gone, locking the door behind him and leaving Leon to collect his thoughts. However, almost as soon as Psycore had departed the crying stopped and Leon raised his head, though the look on his face was not that of a sombre man. The look on his face was, in fact, that of a warped maniac, that of Kilgore. As he slowly got to his feet he fixed his eyes on the door and then a sick grin formed on his face as he spoke with a tone of contentment.
Kilgore: "Liberated. The truth has set me free. Unfortunately for you Jason "
Kilgore looked up at the light bulb above him and then he reached up and seized it in his exposed hand.
Kilgore: " I'm not open for reason."
The light in the room was abruptly doused as Kilgore crushed the bulb with his hand, drowning the room in darkness as Kilgore's unsettling laughter saw the scene to a close
Stanyer: Well, I'm not exactly sure what happens here, as Gambino has left the arena.
Poppa: They could replace him, or they could award the match to Krimson via forfeit.
"Renegade" by Jay-Z & Eminem hits as Krimson makes his way down to the ring. Little song or dance is made about it as he knows Gambino has left the arena.
Krimson climbs into the ring and the referee rings the bell, and then raises Krimson's hand, declaring him the winner. Then ..
"Mudshovel" by Staind hits as Krimson is celebrating with Lang. Both men stop in their tracks as Solo makes his way out of the back. The crowd gives a mix reaction. Stopping halfway to the ring Solo smirks.
Solo: "Cut the music. This is very disappointing I was hoping to invite a certain someone to the THIAC invitational, but he obviously isn't here. You all know how I am talking about. Yep, Gambino. I would have thought more of the man, but he showed his true colors. Just another sellout. Oh not to worry. Not all is lost. Krimson now that you have a victory over Gambino my attention is now on you instead."
Solo smirks again as he looks to the crowd that seems to be confused by what Solo is doing. Before Krimson can open his mouth, Solo interupts him.
Solo: "Before you open your mouth I have more to say. See since you do hold a victory over Gambino, Krimson it means the invitation is now yours. Are you ready to walk into Hell? Are you ready to face the greatest match of your life? Are you Krimson ready to take on the Master of Hell? Well what is your answer Krimson?"
Solo looks at Krimson for his answer.
Krimson nods his head. Pain by Soulfly smashes into the arena, the fans stand up and cheer at the top of their voices as THE Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak of the PWF walks out onto the stage. He takes in the crowd reaction before looking down the ramp at Solo
Splinter: The Master Of Hell? Solo, Solo, Solo. The only reason you are yet to be beaten in a Hell In A Cell is because you failed to face anyone with any form of talent. A few bumbling idiots later and Solo has an undefeated Hell In A Cell record. Congratulations on that one.
Solo looks at Splinter angrily
Solo: You're out here why?
Splinter: Its quite simple Solo. You're throwing out invitations for people to join you in the most Extreme Match the PWF. You seem to have missed someone out. Now Splinter would love to tie up some loose ends with a certain superstar who doesn't know when his head ends and his ass starts... But that can wait.
The crowd cheer, they know who Splinter is talking about
Splinter: But anyway, you're little list for the Triple Hell In A Cell. You seem to be missing someone. You can enlist all the Killer Clowns you want... But that won't get you an extreme match that people wanna see. What you need, Solo, the former PWF Extreme Champion and the one and only Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak Of The PWF.
The fans go wild as this suggestion, Splinter in the Triple Hell In A Cell is obviously quite popular
Splinter: You see Solo? You want your little match to be popular then do one thing. Include Splinter. A Triple Hell In A Cell involving the Definition Of Insane? Sounds just about right.
The fans are going wild...
Solo looks at Splinter and thinks to himself should he or shouldn't he. Listening to the crowd chanting triggers Solo to respond.
Solo: "Well, Splinter! If it means so damn much to you then hell why not. Like I always say. Bring your ass and I'll provide the Pain, Painful Memories. Oh one other thing guys. Victim's, are not we all?!?"
Solo walks up the ramp staring Splinter down. Both men stand at the top of the ramp refusing to back down to the other. Eventually, Splinter moves to the side and lets Solo go by.
Davey K is stood outside his locker room waiting to be interviewed as Johnny Mayhem approaches him
Davey: Oh, hey man. I think the toilet is just at the end if the corridor....keep walking and its on your left.
Mayhem: No, Im here to interview you.
Davey: Seriously now Johnny, run along!
Mayhem: Why does noone ever wanna be interviewed by me?
Davey: Youve got a rep backstage.
Mayhem: A rep!?
Davey: Yeah like a "hello sailor" kind of thing going on.
Mayhem: You guys all think I'm a .......
Davey: Johnny. Lets get on with the interview I dont want people walking down here saying - "Oh look theres Davey K...shit hes talking to Mayhem.......wow never thought Davey was like that. You get the picture lets hurry along.
Mayhem: *sigh* Ok tonight Davey its you going one on one against Sandstorm. Now you to really have a history of not liking each other and even after the PPV there was clearly unfinished business between you and him.
Davey: My problem with the guy is that he is a damn freak. A freak on legs! He is made up of what sand? So basically camel piss and sand........and Im scared of that?
Mayhem: Yeah but he did beat you last time.
Davey: Have you ever heard of quiet time Mayhem? Come on, put your finger on your lips and shush. What have we both done since that match? Well Ive become an even bigger Superstar and am headlining End Of The World. And whats he done? Become a bigger retard and jobber? I mean Proffesionaly this guy sucks......sucks Major co.....you get what I mean. He bumbles around the ring and it irrates me. And man, when he gets on the mic its like Aaaaargh, the only thing worse than this is Salt and Pepper doing a duet with Alanis Morrisette. Imagine that Johnny? Does it sound irritating to you? Oh sorry you can finish quiet time....
Mayhem: I used to know all the words to "Push It" by Salt and Pepper.
Davey: Not helping the rep Mayhem. Ok give me a rendetition.
Mayhem: Oh I couldnt....
Davey: Come on man be an American Idol...go for it.
Mayhem: Well Ok......"Push it! Na na na naaaaa na na. Push It!"
Davey K reaches for his cell phone and starts aimlessly tapping away on it
Mayhem: "Ooooooooooh Push It!"..Davey your not watching.
Davey: What? Oh sorry, yeah that was....."street". See even whatever the hell that was, was a lot more entertaining than Sandstorm waffling on about his pointless life.
Mayhem: Well tonights match Davey, its gonna be Last Man Standing.
Davey: Last Man Standing? Good. I'm gonna beat all the freakiness and camel piss out of him and then I can stand in the ring and know that its over. Tonight is gonna be the last match between me and Sandstorm. Tonight we settle everything thats gone on in the past. So I hope youve got a lot of tape in the cameras as this is going down! And I hope our jackass of a champion Homocide is going to be watching tonight so he can see what the Superstar has in store for him at End Of The World. Now excuse me Jonny I have some sand to throw out.
Davey turns to leave and bumps straight into Homicide
Davey stands there looking up into the eyes of His Massacreness, almost wincing as Homicide's teeth grit tighter and eyes narrow. Then, Homicide whips back causing Davey to duck, as if expecting a punch, but only to watch the lengthy dark bangs of The Massacre sway back, clear of his eyes so that he can stare down Davey and emphacize each and every word on his mind.
Homicide: "I'm disappointed, Davey.. Watching you run your mouth week in and week out, I hoped that maybe, just maybe, you were an actual threat to my title.. Maybe, I don't know.. Worth the hype? Worthy of being in MY main event? Maybe a little bit of a challenge.. I hoped for someone worthy, yet you were exactly what I thought.. You're just another entertainer with a big mouth.."
Davey's cocky smile starts disappearing.
Homicide: "That's right, I said it.. You are what you claim to be, the best entertainer in the business.. I'm not taking that away from you.. But actually the threat you claim to be? I'm sorry, SON, but you are a whole lotta hype and that's about it.. Wrestling skills? Only in your mind.. You couldn't stand what I have to dish out.. Hell, you couldn't even stand here and look me in the eye a minute ago.. Every time I flinched, you winced.. You are afraid of me, Davey.. Sure, you wont admit it.. I know you wont.. You have an ego triple the size of Texas.."
Davey's smile returns as he thinks he's getting acclaimed for size.
Homicide: "But, Davey, what good has come of your ego? Let's look at it this way, okay? You fought to the top by defeating WHO? Everyone who you topped to win your titles are still trying to rise above jobberdom.. Your ego kept growing because you THOUGHT you were becomming something, but, seriously, there was nothing left for talent after I conquered the ranks.. Anybody worth their name had already run away or been retired thanks to ME.. So, basically, all that ego of yours is filled by is the thing you best service.. HYPE.. You didn't truly think you were THAT good, did you?"
His Massacreness laughs at Davey's accomplishments, drawing a mixed reaction between anger and stupification.
Homicide: "I'm sorry if had to be the one to burst that ego of yours, Davey, I truly am, but somebody had to do it.. I couldn't let you continue walking around with that stupid little swagger of yours.. I mean, I know you'll still will.. You're too confident in yourself to tone down the ACT, but if it takes End Of The World for me to prove to you that, that's all it is, an ACT.. I will be drooling over the chance to knock another wannabe like you back down the ladder.. Back into the right frame of mine.. Back into REALITY.."
Davey is starting to get up in Homicide's face as His Massacreness keeps cutting down on him, but Homicide keeps on the verbal assault.
Homicide: "We may be in an entertainment industry, Davey, but just because you get ladies and cheers doesn't mean your are something.. Actors get those accolades all the time, but name one actor who could last five minutes in the ring with me.. Seriously.. Stop the act and wake up.. I had all those ladies and all those cheers, what, a few months ago? What did they get me? Huh? It got me a bunch of blown opportunities to become the world champion.. Those people out there are all about hype, and I fell for it.. Once I woke up and realized what I had to offer and what I was wasting on hype, look what I accomplished?"
As Homicide looks down on his title and rubs it, Davey can't take ths silence any longer, letting his ego escape him.
Davey: "SNooooRE.. SNoooRE.. C'mon, Homo, you don't really think you can scare me with shit like that.. I mean, look at you, you think you're all big and bad.. Oooh, recognize me, I'm a Massacre.. I will Unleash a Massacre on you.... Pah-leez, spare me the nap and just shut up!"
Homicide snaps, and is about ready to strike Davey when Mayhem speaks up.
Mayhem: "Guys, no.. Save it for the ring."
Both men look at Johnny.
Homicide & Davey: "Shut the fuck up."
Homicide then looks as Davey as Mayhem runs away.
Homicide: "Fine, I'll let you keep living out your little fantasy a few more weeks.. But when the bell rings and all you have to counter me is hype, you'll wish you listened.. You'll wish you were ready for the match, toned and trained, but instead you threw it all away for chicks and cheers.. You will understand me someday, sure, I may be boring to you, but you'll see that there are two sides to our industries entertainment.. You wonder why I am here? Because as much hype I can generate, I also can back up the hype.. I can back up my challenges and threats.. I fought my way to the top.. You just hyped your way.."
Davey: "Hey, I got here didn't I? You don't think I belong? See if I give a fuck.. I don't think you belong here either.. You're a seven foot pee-on who has two catchphrases and a few moves.. Oooh, I'm scared.."
Homicide steps up, and Davey steps back.
Davey: "What? I'm not scared.. You just have the breath of a monkey's ass.."
Homicide: "I'm sure.. Stop acting.."
Davey: "Acting? I'll show you acting, Homocide.. You watch my match tonight and how well I can act-a-fool on Shitstorm.. Then maybe you'll wake up and smell the shitbreath.."
Davey walks away, turning his back to Homicide. The Massacre mutters to himself as he stands there, staring off toward the Superstar.
Homicide: "Just wait till your AWAKEN, actor.."
The camera fades to static.
Stanyer: Wow, that was a confrontation and a half.
Poppa: I can't wait till they finally get it on at The End of the World.
Stanyer: Sounds to me like Homicide isn't taking Davey K all that seriously.
Poppa: Well, the question has to be asked, does Davey K take himself seriously?
Stanyer: That is the question that is often asked about Davey K. It he too much of a playboy to cut it at the highest level.
Poppa: Well, at EotW, it will be his big chance to prove himself.
Stanyer: Anyway, next we have ourselves a 6 man Tag Match, where DUX teams up with their old run-in buddy, Rex Idol, to take on ArchAngel, Zion & Toran.
Poppa: I'll be surprised if this match reaches any form of official conclusion. These two groups just can't stop brawling with each other.
Stanyer: Not arguing with that point.
Six Man Tag Match
Credit: Sabre
Report: Brod and Toran Crest both grapple, with Toran quickly getting the advantage with a front headlock. He wrenches away at the neck until Brod pushes him against the ring ropes, hitting a dropkick as Toran bounces back. Toran is up, only to be met with a second picture perfect dropkick that drops him to the canvas a second time. Brod covers, but Crest powers out shortly after the two. Brod makes a quick tag to his partner LJ, and the little Aussie battler jumps over the ropes and charges at Toran. Toran, now on one knee, attempts a clothesline but Jansen, quick as a hiccup, wraps his legs around Crest's arm and locks in an armbar which sends both men down. Toran scrabbles towards the ropes and LJ releases the hold before stomping away at Crest's shoulder. Sprinting towards the opposite ropes, LJ springs back and attempts a double leg drop to the face, but Toran slides away. LJ ends up on the outside as Toran tags in Zion, who begins to taunt Rex Idol, who tries to climb into the ring. With the ref's attention on Rex, Archangel slips towards LJ before hitting a DDT onto the concrete. LJ looks almost out of it as Archangel slides him back in and Zion lazily makes a cover... No! Rex charges in and makes the save with a stomp to the back of the head.
Poppa: "I thought it was over."
Stanyer: "Well it still might be... Jansen is up against a guy almost three times his size."
Zion slowly picks up Jansen and literally hurls the lightweight into a corner before charging in. LJ tries to counter by springing up into the air and over his opponent, but Zion slows down his charge and LJ ends up landing across his shoulder. Zion walks into the centre of the ring, Jansen over one shoulder, before swinging his opponent under one arm and hitting a devastating modified sidewalk slam. The ref considers checking him for a pulse as Zion makes a cover... once again, the match would have been over but Rex makes a last minute save, this time using some colourful language about Zion's mother as he walks back into his corner.
Poppa: "The fans want to see it and I want to see it... get Rex in that ring against Zion!"
Zion is up once more and gives a quick look at Rex before walking over and tagging in Archangel. Archangel cockily strides over to the fallen body of Lincoln Jansen before picking him up by the hair and hitting a huge open hand slap across the chest, forcing LJ into a turnbuckle. Archangel then hits a backhand across the same area and LJ almost doubles over as the huge noise the strike makes echoes around the arena. Archangel then grapples LJ, picking him up and dropping him on top of the ring post. As LJ is slumped over, Archangel climbs the second rope before sneering at the fans.
Stanyer: "Looks like he's going for a superplex. This could be the end."
As Archangel attempts to raise LJ up, Jansen begins firing away with lefts and rights to the midsection, stunning Archangel before leaping onto his shoulders, stunning the crowd by spinning he and Archangel around in mid-air and flipping his opponent onto the mat. 'Holy sh*t' chants begin as Jansen struggles to make the tag.
Stanyer: "What the hell was that?"
Poppa: "Looked kinda like a Frankensteiner except... uhh... inverse!"
Archangel makes a quick tag to Toran Crest and the fans are on their feet as LJ makes a leap to his corner, slapping hands with The Paragon. Deftly, Rex leaps over the ropes, ducks a haymaker from Toran and heads straight for Zion, colliding with a shoulder charge which sends Zion flying off the apron and crashing onto the floor. Rex spins around and is greeted with a right hand from Crest, but blocks a second right hand before delivering a barrage of his own. Rex then Irish whips Toran before hitting a massive spinebuster with authority for the pin... at the last second, Archangel separates the pin to a horde of boos from the crowd. Brod leaps in with a clothesline on Archangel which sends both men sprawling over the top rope. With the distraction out of the ring, Rex picks up Toran and quickly hits the 'Idolbuster' (Flipping Neckbreaker) to a large pop before the pin... Zion tries to slide in but is just too slow as the ref slaps the mat a third time.
Poppa: "Whoo! Take that, Cult!"
As Rex starts to rise, Zion attacks from behind, smashing a forearm into the back of the head while violently throwing the referee out of the ring. LJ attempts to make the save before being taken out with a stiff kick to the midsection by Archangel, followed by Brod running in with a Superkick to the jaw. Finally, Toran Crest shakes off the cobwebs and all six men begin brawling in the ring. The bell continues to sound off as each superstar exchanges lefts and rights.
Stanyer: "Its like World War three in there!"
Poppa: "And out comes the leader of The Cult himself."
Fans boo hoarsely as Golgotha appears from behind the curtain, running down the ramp and sliding into the ring before hitting a nasty DDT on LJ, sending the DUX member reeling into a corner. Golgotha then heads over to assist Zion with Rex Idol as both Archangel and Toran Crest begin double teaming Brod, taking him out with a huge suplex before wailing on him with the boots in a corner. Meanwhile, both Zion and Golgotha are able to overpower Rex, and the numbers game finally gets to the DUX as The Cult stands victorious in the ring to jeers and boos from the arena.
Stanyer: "Well the DUX and Rex may have won the match but I'm thinking the war ain't over."
As Zion takes Rex by the arms, Golgotha takes a few steps back and aims for a haymaker... before being clocked in the side of the head by the PWF title as Sabre charges into the fray. With Golgotha rolling out of the ring, Sabre takes a quick look around before landing a Superkick on Archangel, sending him over the top rope. As Brod takes care of Toran Crest, Rex is able to break free of Zion's hold and the fans erupt as he sends the Colossus crashing to join his stable on the outside with a series of right hands followed by a clothesline. The crowd are somewhat stunned as Sabre walks around the ring, joined by Brod, LJ and Rex Idol as he takes a mic from a ring official...
Sabre: "Well... what can I say? It's not like I could stand around in the back and let the boys here get an old fashioned beat down care of these dark cockroaches. If you aren't a big fan of ours... you may not realise that Brod, Jansen... Rex here... we all had a bit of a troupe that ran all over SEW back in the day..." A big pop from the crowd erupts as Sabre, the DUX and Rex Idol all look around the ring, and out to the fans as The Cult retreat up the ramp, looking on...
Sabre: "So when I see the fight getting a little uneven in the ring... why not come down and even up the odds? And at the same time... I can kill two birds with one stone..."
Sabre looks down at his title, before turning towards The Cult, pointing out...
Sabre: "Golgotha! You want a piece of this belt? You ready to step up to the plate? Because I think I've found out how to keep you away from interfering in any more matches... at End of the World, the night of nights... It'll be the PWF title on the line: Sabre... versus... Golgotha."
A huge pop from the arena erupts as Golgotha looks on, flanked by his stable...
Stanyer: "The gauntlet's been thrown down! Sabre has chosen his opponent!"
Poppa: "Freakin huuuuuuuuuge!"
Sabre: "You get ready, Golgotha... get training! Eat those vitamins! This is your golden moment to prove to the World once and for all that you belong up there with the big names of the PWF."
Golgotha solemnly nods before he and The Cult backtrack up the ramp, while Sabre exchanges pats on the back and a few grins from Rex and the DUX...
Poppa: "What was originally a small feud between The Cult and the DUX has suddenly spilled into the End of the World main event!"
Stanyer: "We've finally pulled together the main events for End of the World! Davey K versus Homicide and Sabre versus Golgotha!"
Poppa: "I'm already excited... no really, I am!"
The scene opens up to Sandstorm walking down the corridor, looking quite down on himself. Mayhem catches up to him, much to Sandstorm's irritation. Sandstorm motions for Mayhem to get the show on the road already and get it over with, so he does.
Mayhem: Sandstorm, did you get a change to see what Davey K had to say about you?
Sandstorm: Sure did.
Mayhem: And what do you think about it?
Sandstorm: Honestly, I'm getting sick of dealing with his shit, and I've had just about enough of being called a freak. Like, Davey, do you have ADD or something? I have explained in the past about my history, and the fact that it's all a farce, and I hope to show my true self one of these days, but being called a freak on legs every day of my life really is not helping.
Mayhem: OK, I can see where your coming from Sandstorm. How do you view Davey K from a professional stand-point?
Sandstorm: Professionally, the guy is amazing. He has great talent, and is an asset to this company. The only thing holding him back is his damn ego, and the fact that he has to use stupid play on words to get people to listen to him.
Mayhem: How about personally?
Sandstorm: I think I've expressed that on many occasions, and I really don't think that needs to be delved into again, it might bruise the "superstar's" ego.
Mayhem: Davey K has more or less vowed that this will be the last meeting between you two, what do you have to say about that?
Sandstorm: Well, I really couldn't agree more, which is rare when it comes from that walking punchline. The bottom line is, one of us is walking away from that match, and to be honest, I'm not even confident to say it will be me, so just watch and find out.
Sandstorm brushes past Mayhem and the camera cuts out.
Stanyer: Well, it's time for our main event, and this one could be a violent encounter.
Poppa: Last Man Standing, you have to put your opponent down for a 10 count. Considered to be one of the most violent wrestling matches ever designed. Right up there with the Stretcher Match & the I Quit Match. Why? Because absolutely everything is legal, and the only way to win is to beat your opponent to a bloody pulp. No pinfalls, no submissions. You have to MAKE your opponent stay down.
Stanyer: Have you ever wrestled a Last Man Standing Match?
Poppa: Once, and it was here in the PWF. It was the third fall of a Last Man Standing Match against Sabre.
Stanyer: It was your last match in the PWF wasn't it?
Poppa: Yes it was, and believe me, the match was brutal. Most of what I remember of that match is from video tape, as I honestly can't remember what I was doing during that match, I took that much of a beating.
Stanyer: Well, we'll have to hope there isn't any serious injuries tonight.
Last Man Standing
Credit: The Pelican
Report: Sandstorm doesn't even give Davey K a chance to get into the ring. He jumps him and pounds on him with right hands and boots to the gut. He whips Davey K to the ropes and then crashes into him with a running clothesline. He drags Davey K up and throws him into the corner. He hits three hard right hands and then hits a devastating Knife Edge Chop which makes Davey K cringe. Sandstorm aggressively pulls him back up and hits a 2nd chop. He then whips Davey K to the opposite corner and then follows in with a Jumping Body Splash. Sandstorm then hooks Davey K's head and runs out looking for a Bulldog, but Davey pushes him off and Sandstorm slams himself into the mat. Sandstorm is quick up, but only so Davey can flatten him with a clothesline. Sandstorm gets back up and Davey grabs him by the head and slams him face first into the turnbuckle. Davey pulls Sandstorm out of the corner and delivers a Vertical Suplex, he floats over into a cover before remembering that there are no pinfalls in this match. He pulls Sandstorm up and knees him in the gut and then slides around the back and goes for a Back Drop, but Sandstorm escapes and lands behind Davey, locking in a waistlock. Davey tries to escape with an elbow to the head, a 2nd elbow breaks the hold and Davey spins around, but instantly Sandstorm hits him with an Overhead Belly to Belly. Sandstorm pulls Davey up and scoops him up to deliver a classic Backbreaker. He then slaps on the classic Surfboard submission hold.
Stanyer: Both wrestlers will take a hell of a beating before they stay down for a 10 count. Sandstorm is playing smart and bringing out the submission holds early on.
Poppa: He's targetting the back, a smart maneouvre.
Stanyer: Are you at least going to tell us why?
Poppa: What you asking me that for? I haven't clue, but it sounds like a good tactic.
Stanyer: Aren't you supposed to be an ex-wrestler?
Poppa: That's what I put on my CV.
Stanyer: Perhaps we should send you back to wrestling school .
Sandstorm releases the Surfboard and then picks Davey K up. He whips him into the ropes and then sets up for what looked like a Powerslam. But Davey boots him in the gut and sends him spinning off into the ropes. Davey charges and clotheslines Sandstorm over the top rope. Davey climbs through the ropes and grabs Sandstorm. He lifts him up and drops him chest first onto the barricade. He then delivers a few right hands while Sandstorm leans against the barricade. Davey then goes to whip Sandstorm into the steel steps, but he is reversed and Davey himself crashes into the steps. Sandstorm pulls Davey up while catching his breath, he then locks him in some form of Bearhug and then charges him into the ring post. Davey drops to his knees holding his back as Sandstorm heads over to the timekeeper's table. He shoves Ring Announcer James Smith out of the way and snaps up his steel chair. Davey is pulling himself to his feet and Sandstorm goes to wrap the steel chair around his head, but Davey ducks and Sandstorm slams the chair into the ring post, sending a shockwave through his arms. Sandstorm drops the chair and Davey immediately picks it up. He cracks it over Sandstorm's back, who then rolls into the ring holding his back. Davey climbs into the ring and drops the chair on the mat. He pulls Sandstorm up and then drives him head first into the chair with a devastating Piledriver. He walks away and asks Senior Referee Mark Johnson to start counting. 1 2 3 4 - Sandstorm starts to get to his feet - 5 6 - Sandstorm is half-way to his feet, and Davey K gives up on the count and grabs Sandstorm, throwing him into the turnbuckle where he begins to stomp him down.
Stanyer: I have a feeling that that Piledriver onto the chair won't be the only violent move we'll see during this match.
Poppa: Indeed not.
Davey pull Sandstorm out of the corner and delivers a scoop slam. He places the chair over his face and then bounces off the ropes and hits a Leg Drop, driving the chair into his face. Davey pulls Sandstorm up and lifts him up Suplex style and dumps him on the top rope. He climbs up and sets Sandstorm up for a Superplex, but Sandstorm blocks it, Davey tries again, but this time gets clubbed across the back. Sandstorm then lifts Davey up and dives off the top rope with a devastating Superbomb!!! Both men stay down as Mark Johnson begins a 10 count. 1 2 3 4 5 - Sandstorm starts to get to his feet - 6 - Davey K starts to get to his feet - 7 - Sandstorm makes it to one knee - 8 - Sandstorm stands up as Davey is on both knees - 9 - Davey makes it to his feet and immediately takes a pair of hard right hands from Sandstorm. Sandstorm takes Davey down with a Fireman's Carry and then starts to pound on him with heavy right hands. He drags Davey to his feet and then hoists him onto his shoulders and then hits The Mummification (Rack Pancake). He kicks the steel chair out of the ring and then rolls out and looks underneath the apron. He pulls out a Lead Pipe and then rolls back into the ring. Davey is up on his feet, only to be knocked straight back down with a violent pipe shot to the forehead. Davey staggers back to his feet and Sandstorm delivers a 2nd running shot that puts Davey down and opens up a large cut on his forehead. Blood drips from Davey's head onto the mat as Mark Johnson starts a 10 count. 1 2 3 4 5 6 - Finally Davey K starts to stir - 7 8 - Davey grabs the ropes and starts to pull himself up - 9 - Sandstorm is sliding a Table into the ring as Davey finally gets to his feet, although he would probably collapse if he wasn't holding the top rope.
Stanyer: That's a pretty nasty wound, Davey's gonna need stitches after this one.
Poppa: You tend to get pretty nasty cuts when you've taken two lead pipe shots to the head!!! Sandstorm really Paptized him.
Sandstorm sets up the table near the corner and goes over to Davey, he hits him with a few hard right hands as he drags him over to the table. He rolls him onto the table and delivers a couple of clubbing blows before he leaves him to start climbing to the top rope. Sandstorm stands up straight on the top rope and then dives off with a Body Splash, but Davey rolls off the table at the last possible moment and Sandstorm crashes through the table alone. Mark Johnson starts another 10 count. 1 2 3 4 5 6 - Davey starts to get to his feet, Sandstorm begins to stir. - 7 - Sandstorm starts to pull himself up, Davey is on one knee. - 8 - Davey collapses back on his back while Sandstorm is almost on his feet. - 9 - Sandstorm gets to his feet, Davey is still down and the referee is about to count 10 when Davey K suddenly kips up to his feet. Both Sandstorm and Mark Johnson are caught completely by surprise. Davey catches Sandstorm with a Savat Kick which sends him staggering backwards into the turnbuckle. Davey charges in with a clothesline and then whips Sandstorm to the opposite side where Sandstorm crashes chest first into the turnbuckle and bounces out. Davey lifts Sandstorm up and delivers a High Angle Back Drop. Davey grabs the lead pipe and drags Sandstorm to his feet. He then gets his revenge by cracking Sandstorm's head open with the same lead pipe.
Poppa: More blood, the ring crew are going to have a job on their hands cleaning up after this match.
Stanyer: They've handled worse, like the last Triple Hell in a Cell Match. 3 wrestlers were taken out on stretchers that night, and the 4th needed to be propped up by medical personel.
Davey pulls up the bleeding Sandstorm and plants him with the Playaz Push (X-Factor). He drags Sandstorm up again and this time signals for an end and puts his head between his legs. He then plants Sandstorm with the Superstar Slam (Pedigree). He then backs off into the corner and orders the referee to start counting. 1 2 3 4 5 6 - Sandstorm starts to stir - 7 - Seeing Sandstorm is almost certain to recover, Davey rolls out of the ring and grabs a fresh steel chair - 8 9 - Sandstorm gets to his feet as Davey K is dumping his chair on the mat. He then sets Sandstorm up for a 2nd Superstar Slam, this time onto the steel chair. But Sandstorm counters with a Back Body Drop. Davey is quick to his feet but is stopped by an evil Low Blow. As Davey cringes, Sandstorm hooks him up and delivers The Mirage (Cradle DDT) onto the steel chair. Sandstorm pulls himself to his feet as Mark Johnson begins another 10 count. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 - Davey starts to get to his feet - 8 - Hearing the crowd chanting "8" seems to force Davey to hurry to his feet. - 9 - Davey just manages to get to his feet on time. Sandstorm goes to take him out with a clothesline, but Davey ducks it and then flattens Sandstorm with the Davey-K-O (Superkick). Davey now picks up the steel chair and an evil look comes across his face. He then unleashes an assault on Sandstorm's legs with the steel chair. He concentrates on Sandstorm's left leg and delivers a good 10 chair shots. He then drags Sandstorm over to the corner and then he puts Sandstorm's leg between the fold of the chair.
Stanyer: Oh no, he can't, he wouldn't, surely not!!
Poppa: Oh my, I think Homicide's taunting has gotten to Davey K, he's going to send him a message!!
Stanyer: At the expense of Sandstorm's career!!!
Davey is on the 2nd rope, but Mark Johnson is trying to get the chair off Sandstorm's leg. Davey jumps down and shoves the referee across the ring, he then puts the chair back where he wants it and climbs to the 2nd rope. He then jumps off and lands two footed on the steel chair/Sandstorm's leg. There is a sickening crack as Sandstorm's leg is broken followed by a cry of pain from Sandstorm. Mark Johnson waves for the bell and signals for Medical Personel to come down to the ring. Davey K stands over Sandstorm with a smile on his face.
Stanyer: Oh my god, that is just sick, sick and twisted.
Poppa: Davey has gone off the rails. That was totally uncalled for.
Stanyer: Homicide wound Davey up earlier tonight, but I don't think even he could have forseen the reaction he would get.
Medical personel swarm around Sandstorm as Davey K celebrates in the corner to a silent crowd. Even the PWF Owner Michael Pellington has come down to the ring. He checks on Sandstorm and then he turns towards Davey K. He is furious and starts shouting and screaming at Davey K. But he ignores the boss and simply climbs through the ropes and walks towards the back. Mr Pellington stares at him and then goes back to Sandstorm.
Stanyer: Last Man Standing matches are always violent, but I don't think anyone could have forseen that Davey K would do this to Sandstorm. He could have very well ended Sandstorm's career, and that would be a major shame, as Sandstorm is a wonderfully talented wrestler.
Poppa: I hope it's not as serious as it looks, and sounded, but it really doesn't look like it.
Stanyer: Check the website in the week for an update, but we are out time now folks, we'll see you next week.
Our final shot is of Sandstorm strapped to a stretcher and being carried up the aisle as a worried Mr Pellington looks on.
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