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Corel Centre
Ottawa, Onatario, Canada
Saturday 6th September 2003
Attendance: 17,123
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome to Saturday Night Havoc!!!!
Poppa: It's a big night tonight for both the reformed Down Under Xpress & the recently formed Cult.
Stanyer: Indeed, two tag matches have been signed for tonight, Toran & Zion will take on Brod & LJ, while Sabre & Rex will team up to take on Golgotha & ArchAngel.
Poppa: Lest we forget, that is not all we have tonight.
Stanyer: Indeed not, Solo is scheduled to take on Jonny Lang, Krimson, Splinter & Cyrus take part in a 3 way for the Extreme Title, and in tonights Main Event, Davey K goes one on one with his long time rival, Matt Van Dam.
Poppa: That's going to be one to look forward to, I can tell you.
Stanyer: But now, let's get this show on the road with our first match..
"God no, God no, God no..." resounds through the arena as Black Label Society's "Counterfeit God" hits. Nightshade comes out from the back, looking all, around the arena. The fans cheer him on as he walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. Nightshade continues to look around the crowd. He reaches over to Phillip Edgar Jones and calls for a microphone. Phillip hands it over to the God of wrestling. He walks to the center of the ring and looks out to the main camera.
Poppa: Or not
Nightshade: Last week, the plot thickened... But what am I supposed to think about it? It seems as if this has gone around full circle... In the beginning, I was made to think it's Dave Scrimm. Now... he reveals himself to be Dave Scrimm... I don't believe it. I CAN'T believe it. Desperation, you are sick, twisted, and down right evil... This must end NOW! The torment you have put me through... The past you've brought up... The pain.... oh... the pain you've brought back. Desperation... you may complete your goal yet. You may make me as desperate for revenge than you.
Nightshade's eyes are glowing in the lights of the arena.
Nightshade: Desperation, it's time to end this. GET OUT HERE NOW!
The fans cheer the intensity of Nightshade.
**There is a moment of silence, and then 'I Dreamed I Killed God' by Cutthroat Nation begins to play.** "I dreamed I killed God, and woke up. I dreamed I killed God, and woke up. He was begging 'Please, please, no don't..." I dreamed I killed God, and woke up." The entryway shows images of mist, mist mixed with flashing lights. A ghostly figure walks twoard the screen as mist begins to pour out of the entryway, so what just as the figure reaches the screen, a man walks out of the back, giving him the appearance that he's walked out of the screen itself. The words 'Desperation' float up from the misty screen like a dead body in a lake. The man himself, clad in his trenchcoat and stetson, stands at the top of the ramp. He makes his way about halfway down when his music fades out, and he takes his microphone out of a pocket.
Desperation: Good evening, Nightshade... how are you tonight? Are you strong of heart? Are you desperate? Do you love?
Desperation takes a few steps closer to the ring, and then stops himself.
Desperation: You know, I'm not suprised you disbelieve your eyes. David Scrimm... is me? I thought he was dead! I thought you killed him, Nightshade! How could I be him... it's a ludicrous thought, really. Completely strange. But you've lost enough over that hypothesis, there's no reason to lose more. Look behind you.
Nightshade turns in the ring... and sees David Scrimm standing behind him.
Desperation: Meet my David Scrimm.
Nightshade: This...this is not David Scrimm.
Desperation: Correct. This is Collie 'The Dog' Entragarian. He's an indy wrestler from Scotland who bore a striking resemblance to the deceased. I pulled a lot of strings to have him here... and here he is. He's almost... sweezy?
Nightshade: Sweezy?
Desperation: My mistake... I'd say it's more along the lines of 'Like a Dime!', don't you?
Nightshade turns in the ring, his eyes flashing with recognition. Desperation is walking down the ramp.
Desperation: Or maybe I could spell it out for you a little better. Why don't you 'Respect the Fly'? Could you do that for me? Do you remember? Do you love?
Nightshade:...I know you! I know exactly who you are! You're...
Desperation: He speaks the truth in his own mind...
But his reasoning is far behind...
Nightshade: You...
Desperation: I wouldn't be uppity, now. Remember, I loaded Ten Thousand Cases!
Nightshade: It's you... it's B....
Collie Entragarian slams into Nightshade from behind. Collie then beats down Nightshade for a moment until Desperation signals for him to stop. The two then head off up the ramp as we fade to a commercial.
Jonny Lang is sitting in his make up mirror with bright lights. Above the mirror is a sign that reads, Lustful Lang. Major Woody is wearing typical GI uniform.
Major Woody: I have some bad news for you. I was unable to get you in the triple hell in a cell match tonight.
Lang is obviously upset and throws his lipstick on the floor
Major Woody: Dont go throwing yourself into a hissy fit.
Lang: Its B.S. I should have been in the THIAC. You know how much I love multiple sweaty men in the ring with me.
Lang lets go of a huge sigh.
Lang: It is NOT fair.
Lang punches the mirror which shatters.
Major Woody: Be careful now.
Major Woody pulls up a chair and starts to bandage Langs bloody hand.
Major Woody: I got really good news for you
A tearful Lang looks at Major Woody
Lang: What? What could possibly cheer me up?
Major Woody: Well, lets just say I have confirmed a match for you in the next PPV.
Lang blows his nose is some tissues and whips away some crocodile tears.
Lang: With who?
Major Woody: Well, lets just say I booked you a match with thumbpose "MVD"
Lang jumps out of seat ectatically and does some quick little dance resembling something only sinead o conner has done on the floor
Lang: Are you serious? MVD! Oh my God. The former PWF Heavy Weight and me in front of the whole world.
Major Woody: And it gets better...
Lang: We will be NUDE!
Major Woody: What? No
Lang: Mud wrestling?
Major Woody: No?
Lang smiles
Lang: Jello wrestling, I knew it. MVD will lick the jello out of my navel
Major Woody: Why did you put that thought in my head? No, but I did get to call the type of match. I was thinking more of a modified "I Quit" match
Lang: Can we make it a S&M match? I been meaning to try out my Conductive Steel Butt Plug
Major Woody: Why? Why do you do this to me? Damn it Lang we have just one order of business. We have to come up with a codeword to dictate when the match is over. I want you to think real hard and then tell me what you want MVD to say to you when he had enough.
Lang: Okay okay, I have been bad and am sent to the principles office at The Harvey Milk High School and when I open the door I see MVD wearing a ....
Major Woody: Shut Up! I do not want to hear the rest of this perverted fantasy.
Lang: You told me..
Major Woody: Zip it. Keep it shut.
Lang: I am not wearing any ..
Major Woody: LALALALA
Lang stares at him
Major Woody: Are you done?
Lang: ..................Panties under my levis
Major Woody: I am not paid enough for this. Lang what do you want MVD to say to you when he had enough
Lang: You are too big for me please STOP
Major Woody: A bit long, no?
Lang: How about .....
Lang looks deep into Major Woodys eyes
Lang: I love you!
Major Woody: Dont say those three words while looking at me. What words do you really want to hear coming out of MVDs mouth.
Lang: I got it,
Lang snaps his fingers
Lang: I have been really naughty and need to be SPANKED.
Major Woody: I've been Spanked match
Stanyer: Welcome back folks, we can now finally hold that match that was meant to open the show as Solo takes on the bizarre Jonny Lang.
Poppa: After that Promo, I almost feel sorry for Solo.
Credit: Sandstorm
Report: The match starts out with Lang circling Solo. Solo just looks at him and chuckles to himself, obviously not taking him too seriously. He takes a look back at the fans as if to say "come on", and Lang takes the opening. Lang crashes into Solo with a clothesline, sending him toppling over the top rope. Solo shoots up and sends an angry glare in Lang's direction. Solo slides under the bottom rope and is immediately stomped on by Lang. He takes a few more shots before throwing Lang's foot aside. Solo storms up and takes Lang by surprise with a few hard shots to the jaw. The referee warns Solo about the closed fist only to be flicked off by the assailant himself. Solo whips Lang to the ropes and on the way back, puts his arm out for a clothesline, but Lang ducks it. Lang stops behind Solo just as he is turning and hits him with the "Hump Handle Slam" (Pump Handle Slam). He drops down and pins Solo suggestively, only to get a count of one. Solo gets up quickly in disgust, and looks at Lang like he is some sort of pervert. Lang just blows a kiss to him and winks. The furious Solo runs at Lang for a clothesline, but Lang ducks it and pats Solo on the butt on the way by. Solo does not take kindly to this as he raises a big boot into Lang's face.
Stanyer: Ouch, what a shot by Solo.
Poppa: Bah, what a putz.
Lang stays down for a second, as his lip has been cut open a little bit. He licks the blood from his lip and raises to his feet. They start trading shots, but soon enough, the more powerful Solo takes the advantage. Solo whips Lang into the corner, and then charges in with a huge clothesline. Lang slumps to the mat in the corner, and Solo proceeds to stomp a mudhole in Lang. He lifts Lang up in the corner and hits a couple hard knife edge chops. He then whips Lang to the opposite corner, and charges in again, this time Lang leap frogs over Solo, and dropkicks him in the back of the head. He starts to feed Solo a few hard shots before lifting Solo up to the top rope. Lang then starts to climb until he is standing on the top rope. He winks to the fans and grinds Solo's face before connecting with a brutal Frankensteiner. He rushes over and pins Solo, 1 2 .kick out by Solo with authority. Lang gets up and rushes up to the top rope. He jumps off with a big body splash, but Solo finds a way to move at the last second, causing Lang to crash to the mat stomach first. Both men stay down until the ref gets to the count of 5, when Solo makes his way to his feet. Solo grabs Lang and locks in a standing dragon sleeper. Lang is forced to the mat once again, gasping for air. The ref checks on Lang to see if he wants to tap, but Lang refuses. Solo lets go of the hold as Lang eventually makes his way to the ropes.
Stanyer: We don't usually see too much submission holds from Solo, but that one seemed pretty effective.
Poppa; Yeah but the Dragon Sleeper can be done by any idiot, hence.
Solo whips Lang to the ropes after he picks him up, but on the way back Lang gets his legs up and connects on Solo's chin with a high heel kick. Lang starts to take the advantage as he scoop slams Solo to the mat and heads up to the top rope. He jumps off with a guillotine leg drop and connects with authority. Solo rolls over to his stomach grasping his throat. Lang turns Solo over, much to the fans disbelief, but then mounts Solo, much to the fans belief, and starts to rain shots in on Solo's face. Lang stands up and drops a few precise elbows on Solo and picks him up. He lands a stiff lariat on Solo, and appears to be getting the better of the veteran. He yells out to the crowd, before grabbing Solo's leg and dropping his head into his crotch. Solo screams out in pain, as Lang screams out in extacy. Suddenly, MVD starts to make his way from the back and jumps on the apron, screaming at Lang. Lang starts to taunt MVD suggestively as Solo comes up from behind and rolls Lang up with the tights, 1 2 .3!
Stanyer: Now that's not that way to end a match!
Poppa: Of course it's not! No match should end with Solo winning!
Solo doesn't celebrate much as he exits the ring. Lang gets up as MVD is still standing on the apron laughing. Lang walks over to MVD and the two stand face to face for a few seconds. Lang then pouts his lips to MVD, and he turns around and leaves in disgust.
Splinter has just stepped out of his customized dodge viper, black with red stripes, as the camera zooms in on him. He walks towards the arena where the show is being held, the wildly cheering PWF fans can be heard even out here. He opens the door and steps in, showing his staff pass to the security guard. He walks in, followed by the camera. He is carrying his kit bag over his left shoulder, he removes his shades with his right hand and puts them inside his jacket. Splinter turns to the left towards the wrestler locker rooms, he is still followed by the camera. He puts his bag down and turns round to the camera
Splinter: Firstly if you want to follow Splinter around ASK FIRST.
A vague sound of acknowledgement comes from the cameraman
Splinter: Secondly Splinter would like to thank you for following him. It gives the Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak a chance to say what he needs to say about Certain parties here in the PWF. Firstly Splinter would like to point out that MVD isn't safe. Not yet. He needs to know that Matt Van Dam listen up. Its not over between us. You cost Splinter his spot in the End Of The World Main Event The Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak beat you fair and square and you know it. That's why you just can't take Splinter beat you one, two, three. No questions asked, no quarter given. Splinter proved himself that night And you took it away. You'll pay, MVD, you'll pay.
Splinter snarls, even the name of MVD makes him very Very angry. He shrugs this off, he knows he has other issues he needs to address right here
Splinter: But Splinter doesn't want to talk about that. Its important But it can wait for another day. There's a far more pressing issue Splinter is going to address tonight. Cyrus deWynter. The PWF Extreme Champion. Whatever you want to call that belt, Cyrus, to everyone else IN EXISTENCE It is the PWF Extreme Title. A symbol of all that is hardcore here in the PWF. That's where you fail, deWynter. You are probably the least hardcore person in the world. You wouldn't know how to use a sledgehammer if you Ermmm Well you wouldn't! It's a disgrace to that belt! Even Solo could take more chair shots than you! Damnit he sucks
Splinter shakes his head in disappointment, probably over the fact he actually had to as for a spot in the Triple Hell In A Cell Match as opposed to being given one even though he was, clearly, the best Extreme Champion the PWF has had for a long, long time
Splinter: You see, Cyrus, there is going to be a match. One of the most feared matches in the PWF, in fact Probably the world. One massive, soul-less, unforgiving structure will be lowered around the ring and at End Of The World six men will put their careers, and their lives, on the line. Splinter will be one of those men. And so will you.
Splinter smiles evilly, he obviously has a plan
Splinter: You know that match we have, tonight, Cyrus? Well Its quite simple really. Either you accept a spot in the Triple Hell In A Cell or Splinter will beat you down so bad you'll be begging for the End Of The World to come. Do we have an understanding? Good.
One of Splinters dreadlocks has fallen over his face, he flicks it out of the way before continuing
Splinter: Not long now Cyrus. Not long until Splinter removes that Extreme Title from your disgrace of a waist and once again becomes THE best ever Hardcore Chair Swinging PWF Extreme Champion. Time to face up to Reality, deWynter. Reality is right here And it can't wait to hit you square in the face.
Splinter punches the camera, sending it and the cameraman, sprawling to the floor. Splinter can be seen picking up his kit bag and then walking off down the corridor as the damaged piece of recording technology gradually causes the scene to fade to static
Stanyer: It's time for our Extreme Title contest. Cyrus deWynter has been creating quite a stir as Extreme Champion.
Poppa: Namely because he refuses to do anything Extreme!!!
Stanyer: It seems Cyrus is on a mission to "stamp out" the Extreme Division.
Poppa: On the other hand, we have Splinter who is determined to put Cyrus through as much Extreme Wrestling as he knows.
Stanyer: And then we have the wild card of the newcomer, Krimson.
Credit: Solo
Report: Bell rings all three men stare each other down. Splinter charges in and attacks Krimson. Cyrus steps out of the way of the fighting and waits his time. Both Splinter and Krimson roll out to the outside and continue trading fist when out of nowhere Cyrus nails both men with a Double Baseball Slide. Splinter crashes into the barricade, while Krimson falls onto the floor. Cyrus pulls himself back into the ring refusing to fight outside. Krimson is the first to get back to his feet and charges into the ring after Cyrus. Cyrus drops his leg on top of Krimson's head. Following up with a Drop Kick to the head. Krimson holds his head as Cyrus stops at the back of the head. Referee checks on Splinter, which still out side the ring on the floor.
Stanyer: Just when things were about to get extreme Cyrus kills the momentum with a technical assault.
Poppa: Indeed. I'm glad he did stop it before it got going. I am not in the mood of having to watch out for flying bodies tonight.
Stanyer: Right and you would enjoy seeing Sabre's Body being thrown all over, but not anyone else?
Poppa: Right, I mean no Err I mean lets watch the match already.
Cyrus parades around the ring waiting for Krimson to get up. Splinter finally gets to his feet still feeling the effect of what took place earlier. Before he could get into the ring, Cyrus whips himself into Splinter causing him to crash once again into the barricade. Splinter rolls around in pain as he lands shoulder first. Krimson now back to his feet is knocked back down by a Cold Shoulder (Jumping Shoulder Block) from Cyrus. Following up Cyrus locks on a Headlock on Krimson. Krimson struggles to free himself. Cyrus grinds his arms into the side of Krimson's head. Splinter is slowly getting back to his feet, but still holding his shoulder. Cyrus is force to his feet by Krimson who thrust his elbow into Cyrus gut. Splinter goes and grabs a chair from the Time Keeper's table.
Stanyer: Looks like Splinter is about to unwind on someone.
Poppa: He isn't called the Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak for nothing.
Stanyer: I knew that. You forget it's my job to know these things.
Poppa: Umm right. I think you need to lay off the nuts.
Krimson whips Cyrus into the ropes before Cyrus could bounce off the ropes Splinter nails him in the back with the chair. Cyrus falls to the matt holding his back. Splinter slides into the ring with the chair in hand. Before he can get to his feet, Splinter is planted head first into the matt by Krimson. Krimson gets to his feet and picks up the chair. Splinter slowly gets back to his feet. As he turns around Krimson levels Splinter with a sickening chair shot to the head. Splinter busted open lays unconscious bleeding from the head. Cyrus gets up, but quickly leaves the ring. Cyrus keeps going walking to the back ignoring the crowd. Krimson drops the chair and turns around. Shocked to see Splinter standing again, Krimson charges at Splinter. Splinter whips Krimson right into the turnbuckles. Splinter kicks Krimson in the gut dropping him to the matt with the Holocaust DDT (Even Flow DDT). Splinter slowly covers Krimson, while the referee starts the three count. One Two Krimson barely kicks out. Splinter barely can believe what happens and falls back into the corner holding up three fingers toward the referee.
Stanyer: Unbelievable, Cyrus has abandon his title.
Poppa: Splinter almost won the match regardless of the champion making an exit.
Stanyer: I think Splinter is still shaking the cobwebs from his head after that chair shot.
Poppa: Indeed he is. I'm surprise he is even conscious.
Krimson rolls over as Splinter pulls him to his feet. Krimson through his arms up blocking Splinter from lock his arms for a DDT. Krimson then throws a Haymaker rocking Splinter. Splinter returns a punch of his own. Both men trade several blows, when Splinter kicks Krimson in the gut. Splinter then quickly climbs the turnbuckles. Krimson turns right into a Hurricarrana, but Krimson counters it into the No Laughing Matter (Electric Chair Drop). But Krimson doesn't go for a pin, instead he rolls out of the ring and heads off after Cyrus, leaving Splinter out in the centre of the ring.
Poppa: What the hell is Krimson doing!!! He has the match won right there!!!
Stanyer: Don't ask me what goes on in the mind of a Krazy Klown.
Poppa: What an Idiot .
We open in what is a very formal office, in fact we can see that it is Mr Pellington's office, thanks to the little cuboid block that sits at the front of his desk. However, the PWF Owner is not present, in fact the man sitting behind the desk looks very out of place. It's Solo, wearing tight black jeans and a loose T-Shirt, which has his own logo on the front of it (and would have 'Victim's, aren't we all?" on the back). This was presumably recorded earlier today, as the clock in the background is showing a time of 7 minutes past 2.
Solo: "Our kind PWF Owner, Michael Pellington, has allowed me the use of his office to prepare a message to the illustrious Antonio Gambino. It's not a complex message, in fact, I can fit it into just 3 words."
Solo jumps up and leans over the desk going close up to the camera.
Solo: "YOU SOLD OUT - That's right, you sold out all the guys who've worked their asses off to earn a job in this company, and all the fans who pay to watch us perform. You had your time at the top of this business, now it's time to step aside, and you can't handle that. That's because you can't face the fact that you're not GOOD ENOUGH anymore. You're fast becoming a washed up has-been, but that's what you're afraid of isn't it? Not being good enough anymore. So what do you do? You become the one thing I never thought I'd see you become, a pile of CHICKEN SHIT. You don't have the balls to stick it out and fight your way to the top, so you came in this office, and DEMANDED to be put back at the top. And when you didn't get your own way, what did you do? You walked out, like the cry-baby you are. You make me sick, I thought you lived for the PWF, that your every breath was for this company, but instead you're nothing more than a self-obsessed sellout."
By now, the angry Solo is pacing about Pellington's office, glaring into the camera.
Solo: "But I haven't given up hope yet, oh no, there's still a chance to save your career Gambino. And it's me who's offering you that chance. The PWF is offering you one last chance at the greatest event of them all, The End of the World, I'm offering you a place in my Triple Hell in a Cell match. Let's see if you have the balls to show up."
Solo paces out of the room and slams the door behind him as we fade back to the arena.
Stanyer: Strong words from Solo, let's hope they do their job and convince Gambino to come back to the PWF, the place just isn't the same without him.
The cameras cut to the parking area as MVD arrives in his world reknowned Black Doge Viper with Green racing stripe! He pulls into a parking bay and slams the brakes on furiously as if he is in a hurry to get somewhere fast. He grabs his gym bag from the trunk and slings it over his shoulder and begins to march into the arena with a purpose, but naturally Johnny Mayhem is awating the arrival of MVD and wants to hear the thoughts of "everyone's favourite wrestler" following Havoc 56!
Mayhem:- Mr Van Dam! I realise your busy but i'd like to get your thoughts on what went down last week week in Calgary, your match with Sabre, your thoughts on this?
MVD:- If you were smart...... Jonathan! You'd realise now is not the best time to get in my face..... kapish?
Mayhem:- I just wanna know what your thoughts are and what you have planned now your not in the main event at the End of The World.
MVD's face goes a stone cold angry tone at the mere mention of the End Of The World main event
MVD:- Firstly lets set the record straight, everyone knows i won that match fair and square. I pinned that son of a bitch 1,2,3 in the middle of the ring but as usual the PWF comes up with a way to screw me over yet again. As far as i'm concerned that match never took place and Sabre...... your still yet to pin M..V..D! Secondly..... the fans aways get what they want when they pay to see Matt..Van..Dam (2 thumb pose) and no matter what match i'm in or who i'm facing... MVD is always the main event around here, and if you don't mind Johnny i'm going to see Mr Pellington right now to arrange the "Main Event" for EOTW.
Mayhem:- Well if you don't mind Matt i'll save you the trouble right now if you like?
MVD:- What? You mean your going to decide my opponent, they promoted you from Janitor to Head Booker in the space of a week, thats good work if you can get it Johnny, out of my way!
MVD pushes past Johnny Mayhem and his crew without giving any attention to what he was about to tell him and makes his way the boss'es office.....
A few moments later and after passing the tea boy, coffee girl and those random guys carrying steel girders you always see batch stage in any wrestling organisation MVD finds Pellington's office and politely knocks on the door......... "Entre" is heard as Pellington makes a pathetic attempt at a French Accent as he invites in MVD.....
Pellington:- Ahhhhh, monsieur Van Dam what can i do for you?
MVD:- What the fuck is with the french?
Pellington:- Oh it's wonderful, i can say something stupid like " i eat my own poo poo" and the girls really think your wooing them, or it comes in handy if i want to say something detremental about a certain wrestler and don't want him to know what i'm saying? Such as "votre momma aime grand le coq noir"
MVD:- Well no need to even try and seduce me, as you know from my high christian upbringing, the hole your after is strictly one way traffic!
Pellington:- Tell that to Lang! Well that brings us nicely to your next question doesn't it?
MVD:- What the fuck are you? A garlic munching oracle! I'm here to talk about the my match at EOTW, ya know..... the "Main Event".
Pellington:- Ahhhhh i see, Matt, please take a seat.......
MVD thinks nothing of it and sits down
MVD:- I was thinking a re-match with Sabre, or Gambino, yeah one of those should do it!
Pellington:- Matt, i was visited earlier today by Johnny Lang, unfortunately i had to turn down his first request for a match at the EOTW, however i was able to grant him his 2nd choice....
MVD:- Well good! There is no reason that bend-over Butt Monkey should get anything he wants in the PWF, so who is the poor bastard that'll be facing him?
Pellington remains silent and just smiles back at MVD
MVD:- Wait ......... just.....a .... second, you mean you've put me in a fucking match with Johnny Lang!
Pellington:- no no don't worry, you won't need to fuck him Matt, you just gotta wrestle him!
Laughs are heard from the arena crowd as they see all that is happening via the TitanTron, MVD gets up his seat and begins to shout at Pellington
MVD:- God damn you and your fucking french loving ways! This whole company is trying to butt fuck me nevermind Lang! I'm the former PWF World Heavyweight Champion for gods sake and he is a village people wannabe, what the fuck is going on Mike!?!
Pellington:- SIT THE HELL DOWN RIGHT NOW!
MVD slightly returns to his seat
Pellington:- Have you conveniently forgotton the oppertunity i gave you last week, you had the chance of a real "Main Event" spot at EOTW but you blew, i'm sorry Matt but there is nothing i can do about that. All jokes aside, yes, the fans want to see M..V..D..... at the P..P..V (2 thumb pose from Pellington! The crowd erupts in hysterics!) because your talented, but just because of your reputation or your ability i will not automatically put you over. Your lucky i'm even nice enough to put you on PPV after the stunt you pulled against Sabre last week, or how about stabbing Splinter with that Pencil, i suggest you gracefully take up my offer and get ready for your match, your up against your best pal tonight!
MVD:- Oh yeah?!? Who might that be?
Pellington:- That would be "Superstar" Davey K, au revoir!
The scene ends with MVD picking up his gym bag and power walking out of Pellington's office, the scene cuts as the camera zooms to Pellington's face as he smiles, he then picks up a book and the camera zooms to the cover............ it reads "French for her pleasure"
Stanyer: Surprise, surprise, MVD not too happy about having to face Jonny Lang at the PPV.
Poppa: Would you be happy if you were put into an "S&M" match?
Stanyer: Good point . Anyway, we move onto our next match, which is the first of our DUX v Cult Tag matches. The original DUX tag team, Brod & LJ take on Toran & Zion, The Family Crest.
Poppa: The key to this match is whether Brod & LJ can keep Zion out of this match, but that is going to be one difficult task.
Credit: The Pelican
Report: LJ starts out and jumps Toran to start the match. He gets in a few quick right hands but Toran catches him with an uppercut and LJ staggers backwards a few steps. Toran immediately moves onto the offensive and nails LJ with a pair of hard right hands and then quickly whips him into the ropes. Toran attempts a clothesline, but LJ ducks it and then catches Toran with a Spin Kick to the chest, it's only a glancing blow, but it's enough to send Toran staggering back into the ropes. LJ charges in, but Toran heaves him up and over the top rope, but the agile Lincoln Jansen grabs the top rope and skillfully lands on the apron. Toran spins around when he doesn't hear the thud of LJ landing on the floor. He sees LJ and swings at him with a right hand, but LJ ducks it and gets in a Shoulder Block, doubling Toran over LJ then slingshots over the top rope and rolls Toran over with a Sunset Flip. Carlton Rock slides down to make the count. ..1 ..2 Toran kicks out well in time. LJ makes the tag to Brod who comes in and takes on Toran with some hard right hands, followed by a boot to the gut which sets up a Suplex. He comes off and goes for an Elbow Drop, but Toran moves out of the way and both men get up at the same time. Brod goes for a right hand but Toran blocks it and then flattens him with a Short Arm Clothesline. Toran pulls Brod up and gives him a hard knee to the gut and then drags him over to his corner, where he gives him a 2nd hard knee and then tags in Zion. The big man immediately takes Brod off Toran, who then, strangely, kneels down. But we see what he is up to when Zion powers Brod up into a Military Press. He then releases him and Brod crashes into Toran's knee for what is a violent Double Team Gutbuster. Zion goes for a cover as Toran is ushered out of the ring. 1 .2 Brod kicks out, and then curls up holding his gut.
Stanyer: That was one nasty move by The Family Crest.
Poppa: I'd expect nothing less from Brothers.
Zion has Brod up and he throws him into his corner where he starts pounding him with very deliberate, and very powerful blows to the kidney area. He then tags in Toran and pulls Brod out of the corner. Toran gets into the ring and charges at the opposite rope, while Zion hoists Brod up with a loose Bearhug. Toran is off the ropes and takes off almost decapitating Brod with a flying clothesline. Toran immediately goes for the cover. 1 ..2 . LJ is forced to make the save. Toran pulls Brod up and whips him into the ropes, and then plants him with a Flapjack. Brod lies on the mat holding his gut as Toran goes over and tags in Zion. Toran steps over Brod, despite the referee's protests and locks on a Camel Clutch. Zion moves quickly, despite his size, and bounces off the ropes and then crashes into Brod with an evil running knee. Brod looks like he might have been knocked out, but Zion doesn't care and rolls him over for the cover, but Carlton Rock is insisting that Toran Crest leave the ring. When Toran finally does step to the apron, the ref spins around and sees the cover and slides down to make the count. ..1 2 . LJ breaks up the count. Zion is furious with the referee and storms him into the corner, towering over him. Toran is yelling at Zion, who spins around and sees Brod crawling over to his corner trying to make it to LJ. Zion breaks into a run as he tries to stop Brod, but he's too slow, and Brod dives to just make the tag to LJ.
Stanyer: A serious lapse in concentration from Zion Crest and it could very well cost the Family Crest this contest.
Poppa: Even Sabre never did that, and that's saying something!!!
LJ instantly springboards off the top rope and hits Zion with a Double Dropkick to the face, which surprisingly doesn't knock the big man off his feet, but does send him staggering backwards. LJ spectacuarly kips up and runs off the ropes and takes off with a Spinning Wheel Kick which this time does knock Zion down. Zion is quick to his feet, but LJ is already on the top rope and takes off catching Zion with a Twisting Plancha and taking him down into a pinning predicament. ..1 2 .. Zion throws LJ off him. Toran is heading across the ring to assist Zion when Brod charges out of his corner to cut him off. Brod lays into Toran with right hands and then an uppercut sends Toran into the ropes. Brod charges and clotheslines Toran over the top rope to the floor. Carlton Rock is trying to get Brod to leave the ring, while LJ is delivering hard kicks to the back of Zion's knee, trying to bring him down, but Zion then grabs him by the throat. LJ is struggling and takes a glance towards the referee, who is still dealing with Brod and this allows LJ to kick Zion straight in the balls. Zion doubles over, and would probably have dropped to his knees, but LJ pulls him towards the corner. Brod is heading towards his corner, but then suddenly breaks away from Carlton Rock and charges towards the ropes and Suicide Dive's through the ropes and takes out Toran Crest, who was getting to his feet. The crowd give a huge cheer and are willing LJ on, who swings Zion out looking for a Tornado DDT, but Zion blocks it and stays on his feet where he powers LJ up and then drills him head first into the canvas with "Destruction" (Screwdriver). Zion hooks the leg, Brod is down on the floor along with Toran, Carlton Rock makes the count. ..1 .2 3!!!
Stanyer: Much like DUX, The Family Crest pick up a win on their debut.
Poppa: And LJ could have picked up a fractured skull. Not that Zion cares, the battle between DUX & The Cult is really only just starting. But I fashion that this feud will play a major role at the PPV.
Stanyer: With 3 matches pitting DUX v Cult members, you're not wrong.
Small clips are shown from the Kilgore/Psycore dungeon scene last week.
Stanyer: After the break, we'll be going back to that dungeon to see what Psycore has in store for Kilgore this week.
Poppa: Psycore is clearly trying to get rid of the Leon side of Kilgore, and concentrate all his effort on the vicious Kilgore side.
As soon as the show comes back from the commercials the camera cuts to the back and Kilgore is shown in the locker room, sitting down on a bench with his head cupped in his hands. His clothes are casual and there appears to be no bag nearby containing his wrestling attire, suggesting that he has yet to be granted an official return to work. As he sits with his head in his hands he talks to himself and himself alone, at least if preceding events hold any truth.
Kilgore: "All alone now. Alone, just as I had wanted. It's strange. Things are so much clearer now "
He stands, looking to the floor.
Kilgore: "Clear yet dark. As if I'm not meant to see what's coming next. Still, it is a small price to pay. Leon Calvano is forever gone, finally. I'm in control now. I'm-"
Suddenly Kilgore looks off-camera, stopping mid-sentence as the sound of a door being opened can be heard. Then, as whoever has entered the room closes the door behind them Kilgore turns to face them and straightens up, a strange look of anxiety about him.
Kilgore: "You "
The camera pans back a little, at which point Psycore moves forward into view. He stands in front of Kilgore, looking up at the face of his protιgι.
Psycore: "Yes, Kilgore. Me. Don't sound so surprised."
Kilgore: "What are you doing here so soon? I wasn't expecting us to cross paths again for at least-"
Psycore: "There's no time Kilgore. Not anymore. I set you free last week, now it's time to see if it was worth it."
A puzzled look befalls Kilgore as he takes a slight step back.
Psycore: "Did you honestly think I'd give you free reign without testing you?"
Kilgore: "What are you talking about?"
Psycore: "You know what I'm talking about. Everyone who has ever become a part of the Nemesis Project has had to endure the test."
Kilgore: "Yes, well, if you hadn't noticed I haven't been quite myself these past few years so my memory could do with a little refreshment. What is this "test" you speak of?"
A slight grin forms on Psycore's usually emotionless face.
Psycore: "Me."
Kilgore is evidently taken aback, reeling from what he has just heard.
Kilgore: "Wha what do you mean "you"? You mean to say that we "
Psycore: "Yes, Kilgore. You and I blood, sweat, fear. We will fight, and you will prove yourself to me or the alternative."
Kilgore: "What's the alternative?"
Psycore: "I don't think it needs spelling out."
Kilgore: "But "
Psycore: "I've already had words with those in power. You and I will be a part of the triple hell in a cell match at the PPV. I would have preferred a one-on-one confrontation but I'm in no position to argue here."
Kilgore: "Why though? Why now? Why "
Psycore: "Your questions will be answered in due time. Just know that it HAS to happen now. I'll admit, it is much sooner than I would have hoped but it's unavoidable. Things are turbulent right now. Also I have to rule you out."
Kilgore: "Rule me out? As what?"
Psycore: "A suspect."
There is a minute's silence and then, with a look of severe seriousness upon his face, Kilgore leans forward and stares Psycore dead in the eyes.
Kilgore: " I didn't take her."
Psycore stares straight back, unflinching.
Psycore: "I hope not for your sake. Soon, Kilgore "
With that Psycore is gone, slipping out of view as Kilgore watches him leave. Once Psycore is gone Kilgore looks down at the floor and, in a decidedly unnerving manner, begins to laugh
Stanyer: Well, that's the 4th name to be added to the Triple Hell in a Cell match, along with Solo, Krimson & Splinter.
Poppa: Kilgore inside that evil structure, that is one terrifying prospect.
Stanyer: Indeed, but now we must move onto the 2nd of our DUX v Cult Tag matches, as Golgotha & his bodyguard, ArchAngel, team up to take on Rex Idol & the PWF Champion, Sabre.
Poppa: We might get a little preview of Golgotha v Sabre, which is scheduled for that Double Jeapordy Match in the EotW main event.
Tedison: I'm here with Rex Idol and Sabre who later tonight face Golgotha & Archangel of the Cult, a group that continues to gain momentum, especially considering the upset the Crest brothers pulled earlier this evening over Brod & LJ.
Rex: Let me tell you something Ted, this little Bible study group has gone from being a humorous little diversion to a full-fledged annoyance. So they caught Brod & LJ slipping - big deal Ted, it won't happen again. The Cult better enjoy this moment in the sun their surprise victory has brought them, because it sure as Hell isn't going to last. Fool us once shame on you, fool us twice... well, you know the rest. Tell 'em Hawk!
Ted and Sabre pause with puzzled looks on their faces.
Rex: Oh... sorry, I'm new to these tag promo's, forgot where I was for a second... go ahead Sabs.
Sabre & Ted Tedison walk off shaking their heads. Rex jogs to catch up with them.
Rex: What? What did I say?
We return to the arena.
The words "The Truth is " Slide across the Tron as "Golgotha" By Embodyment plays. The Hardcore Christian appears with the Golden Bible in his right hand. Cole T. Profit is walking right in front of him. He stops briefly and poses like he is reading a verse and then continues down to the ring. Upon getting there, he hands the Bible to Profit and climbs the turnbuckle. He extends his arms out like a cross and jumps into the ring.
James: Introducing, from Skull Canyon, Arizona, weighing 224lbs, "The Hardcore Christian" GOLGOTHA.
Golgotha: "This match isn't going down quite as planned. I came out here to say thanks to Archangel for exceeding my expectations of him. He stepped up to the plate and helped get the Cult started. And while he will still be around, as Coles Bodyguard, we no longer require him to wrestle. So effective immeditly, Archangel, you can resume your duties as bodyguard."
The crowd is a bit suprised at this announcement by Golgotha, and wonder what effect this will have on the tag match. Without missing a beat, the Hardcore Christian continues.
Golgotha: "The Lord taketh away, but the Lord also giveth. And the Lord has blessed the Cult with a new member. So with out any further adu, I bring to you the Spectre!"
"The Arena darkens, and mist clouds the entrance as "Call of the Ktulu" by Metallica plays and "The Spectre" walks through, wearing jet black and an eerie White Mask. He joins Golgotha as they walk through an eerie mist on their way to the ring.
Credit: Splinter
Report: Rex and Spectre stand on the apron, Golgotha and Sabre are evidently the first men in for this tag match. They circle each other, Sabre moves in for a tie up but Golgotha knees him in the gut and then lands a hard knee to the face, sending Sabre down to the mat. Golgotha tags in Spectre who gets into the ring, much to Sabres irritation. Sabre blocks a huge right hand from Spectre and nails a big punch to the gut, Sabre then hooks up Spectre and proceeds to drop him head first into the mat with a hard DDT. Spectre instantly tries to get himself up only to get dropkicked straight in the face, he hits the mat hard. Sabre beckons to Golgotha who stands there and returns the taunt with a barrage of trash talk. Before Sabre knows whats going on Spectre has hoisted him up for a Death Valley Driver, Sabre manages to grab Spectres head and somehow spins off and nails him with an innovative reverse DDT. The back of Spectres head comes off the mat hard, Sabre covers him with the leg hooked 1 2 Spectre kicks out with authority. Sabre again gets up and pulls Spectre up to his feet, Sabre goes to hoist Spectre up for a backbreaker but the Cult member just won't budge. Suddenly Spectre stands up, pulling Sabre up and then putting him in his shoulder, Sabre then gets dropped on his head by Spectre's Halo Crusher (Scoop Piledriver). Golgotha is now shouting for a tag as Sabre lays on the mat holding his back, obviously in pain from that last impact. Spectre tags in Golgotha who then climbs up the turnbuckle, he poses to the crowd who berate him with boos. Golgotha then leaps off and lands perfectly on top of Sabre with the Fall From Grace (Moonsault)! Golgotha pulls the leg in for a cover 1 2 Rex breaks up the count, Spectre comes charging in and clotheslines Rex down. He pulls Rex up and throws him over the top rope to the outside before leaving himself, the referee doesn't seem overly pleased but there isn't much he can do about it.
Stanyer: Can the referee please keep these men under control
Poppa: Doubtful. The only way to keep Sabre under control is to hit him in the head with something Which I wouldn't exactly be against.
Golgotha throws Sabre to the ropes, on the way back he PWF World Champion manages to land a hard dropkick. Sabre then runs off the ropes and nails a flip splash into a cover 1 2 Golgotha kicks out thanks to a kick to the back of Sabres head from Spectre. The referee, Duane Dibley, yells at Spectre who throws him a menacing glare, shutting him up. Sabre gets dragged up by Spectre and then nailed with a huge sidewalk slam, Spectre then proceeds to leave the ring. Sabre tries to pull himself up but finds himself dragged up by the now standing Golgotha. Sabre gets thrown into the corner; Spectre then gets tagged in. The two men beat Sabre down into a sitting position with a savage combination of chops and punches. Golgotha then chokes Sabre with his foot as Spectre stomps the living daylight out of him. Golgotha leaves the ring as Spectre pulls Sabre up and then hits a one arm scoop slam. Spectre then tags Golgotha back in, Spectre pulls Sabre up onto his shoulders. Golgotha lands several hard clubs across the back before Spectre drills Sabre with "Bar the Gates (Sleeper Drop) Golgotha covers as Spectre again leaves the ring 1 2 Sabre just manages to kick out.
Stanyer: Sabre is getting one hell of a beating here, I don't know how much more he can take.
Poppa: They should just keep beating on him until he breaks That'd be good.
Sabre again tries to crawl towards Rex who is reaching out for a tag but Golgotha drags Sabre up and sets him up for the Sinners Slam (Pumphandle Slam), Sabre fights his way out and then nails a sit down jaw breaker. Golgotha staggers away, Sabre scarpers over to the corner and tags in Rex Idol to a massive cheer from the crowd. Rex gets into the ring and charges into Golgotha, levelling him with a Rex Bomber (Running Elbow)! Spectre gets into the ring, he throws a right only to have it blocked. Rex grabs him and hoists him up, he nails the Rexplex (Falling Suplex) to another big cheer from the crowd. He then pulls Spectre up and throws him over the top rope, Rex then climbs up onto the turnbuckle and beckons to the approaching Golgotha. The fans are going wild as Rex prepares to hit the Idolbuster (Flipping Neckbreaker) but, to a massive audible cringe from the crowd, Spectre knocks Idols left leg away, causing him to fall groin first down into the ring post. Golgotha then climbs up and sets Rex up, he leaps off and nails a ring shaking Holy Cross (Top Rope Samoan Drop)! Golgotha covers 1 2 Sabre breaks up the count with a leg drop across the back of Golgothas head to a massive roar from the crowd. Spectre comes in and starts to exchange right hands with Sabre.
Stanyer: All hell is breaking loose!
Golgotha pulls Rex up only to get a hard knee in the gut, Rex then starts to nail Golgotha in the face with a series of hard rights. Sabre boots Spectre in the gut and then nails him with the Legdrop DDT (Fame-Asser) to another roar from the crowd, Sabre throws Spectre out of the ring and Rex whips Golgotha to the ropes, Rex runs off the opposite ropes and then nails the Rex Bomber (Running Elbow) for the second time in the match. Sabre follows Spectre out of the ring and proceeds to slam his head into the steel steps. Idol is now on the top rope, again the crowd is rising, the volume rising with them. Golgotha just about comes up to his feet and turns to find out where Idol is, unfortunately for the Hardcore Christian he turns right into a huge Idolbuster (Flipping Neckbreaker)! Rex covers 1 2 3!
Stanyer: And a win for DUX!!!
Poppa: Here comes the cavalry!!
The camera cuts to the entrance, where Zion is pacing down towards the ring, flanking him are Toran & ArchAngel who sprint down to the ring and slide under the bottom rope. They move in on Rex & Sabre, who were celebrating their victory. They hammer them down with right hands and then begin stomping them down. Golgotha gets to his feet holding his neck, acknowledges his teammates and then joins the beatdown, as Spectre is. Zion is laughing as he makes his way down to the ring. But not for long as the crowd gives a massive cheer for the arrival of DUX, both armed with Steel Chairs. They charge Zion and both crack him across the back as they pass him, then slide into the ring. Crack!!! Spectre takes a shot clean across the head from Brod. Golgotha ducks LJ's first chairshot, but he follows through with a spinning chairshot and Golgotha is caught unawares. LJ goes after ArchAngel but a boot to the gut forces him to drop the chair. He then goes into a punching match with LJ. Zion is back up however, and seriously pissed off. He climbs into the ring. Brod tries to cut him off with a chairshot, but Zion viciously punches it back into his face. He doesn't even flinch as his knuckles crack against the steel. Sabre & Rex are both up and charge Zion, looking for a double clothesline, but both get goozled. Zion then shows unbelievable power as he lifts both men up in the air and holds them there for a moment, choking them out. Finally he finishes the Double Chokeslam. LJ is pounding Zion's back with clubbing right hands, but they have absolutely no effect. Zion spins around and goozles LJ. He then hoists him up in a Military Press and then holds him there, showing him to the crowd. He then charges towards the ropes and, to the shock of the crowd, tosses LJ clear over the top rope, clear over the mats outside and crashing down onto the Steel Rampway. The crowd chants "Holy Shit" as Zion stands triumphantly in the middle of the ring, his fellow Cult members picking themselves up around him. All 4 members of DUX are down and out.
Stanyer: My god!!! Zion just destroyed DUX singlehandedly!!!!
Poppa: Things are not looking good for Down Under Xpress, and LJ could be seriously injured!!!
Credit: The Pelican
The Fake Dave Scrimm makes his down to the ring.
Stanyer: Sick, that's what Desperation is, SICK. I got a few e-mails last week, presumably from some of the newer wrestling fans, asking me who Dave Scrimm was. Scrimm was one of the greats of the independent scene, with a stunning career spanning over 10 years. He finally hit the big time when he joined the MOW Slaughterhouse, where he quickly rose to the top and eventually became the MOWSH World Champion. On a fateful night, the 4th of June to be precise, it was PPV night, as Scrimm was to defend his title against Nightshade in a Scaffold Match. The PPV was known as the "Carnival of Fear". What was a very good match was quickly forgotten because of the shocking ending, which saw Dave Scrimm plummet 50 feet through steel and wood. And it was Nightshade who sent him to his doom. That is why Scrimm's face strikes such fear in Nightshade's heart. That day has haunted him for over 3 years, it's something he will never forget, a day many of us will never forget.
Poppa: Indeed.
Report: No music plays, as Nightshade comes racing out from the back armed with a Steel Chair. He slides into the ring and clocks Collie before he even realises Nightshade is in the ring. Cold Fury flows through Nightshade as he unleashes vicious blow after vicious blow to Collie Entragarian. He picks up Collie and looks at his bloody face, then finishes him with the Sulphurous Ash onto the steel chair. He places one foot on Collie and the referee, Morgan Black, makes the count. 1 ..2 ..3!!!
Nightshade stands over a bloodied Entragarian. He wipes his brow off, stumbing backward, an arm raised in victory. The crowd's cheers turn to a nervous buzz. Nightshade hears this, and turns... taking a boot to the stomach. He bends over in pain, and Desperation grabs him by the head and nails him with a Stunner! Nightshade falls back as Desperation stands, just having completed the 'Painful Memories' of sorts. Desperation pulls Nightshade to his feet and throws him into the ropes. He hits hard and slips, causing his arms to be tangled in the ropes. He struggles, trying to clear away the fog brought on by the painful manuever, as Desperation stalks him in the ring.
Desperation: Excellent work, Nightshade! You've dispatched another of my men. Bravo. Encore.
Desperation claps a few times.
Desperation: Now that I've got you 'tied up', as it were... we can talk. You want to know who I am? I'm not David Scrimm... and I can't be you... so who am I? You were saying something before Collie did his thing... so what was it? Ah yes. You called me... well...
Desperation reaches up and removes his hat. Light hits his face, revealing... Bryan Bishop. He is smiling, and wearing very dark sunglasses.
Desperation: You called me Bishop. And wow, that's something, isn't it? You must have peeked under my hat. Because this is Bryan Bishop's face, is it not? Is this not his face?
Bryan Bishop leans close to Nightshade, licking his lips.
Desperation: And it makes perfect sense. Scrimm is dead. Bishop isn't. Scrimm had no reason to fight you. Bishop did. Scrimm had a family to go home to. Bishop didn't. It makes perfect sense that Bryan Bishop is in the ring with you, right now. And oh... if it were Bryan Bishop, I'm sure he would waste no time speaking to you, but would lash out at you. He'd rip your eyes out of your sockets, he'd throttle you while you struggled to fight back. So... why haven't I yet?
Bishop walks away from Nightshade... then turns back to him.
Desperation: This isn't a hard question. Why hasn't Bryan Bishop killed you?
His back still turned, Bishop takes off the sunglasses. He turns to Nightshade... revealing two huge silver disks where his eyes should be. A few members of the audience scream.
Desperation: Because he isn't here.
Desperation quickly walks up to Nightshade, and grabs his face. He meets eyes with him, and uses his free hand to grab the side of his own face. He pulls it.... and Bishop's face is ripped away. Underneath is a black mask, marked with the two silver eyepieces.
Desperation: You're soon to learn, my would-be 'God', that the true answer and the clear answer are seldom the same. You think I'd just waltz out here and show you who I was? No! Like I said before... this isn't checkers, it's chess. So let's leave you here to think about it, Nightshade... let's leave you to try and seperate my lies from your lies. Let's see if you love.
Desperation turns and walks across the ring. He pauses to reclaim his stetson, then steps over Entragarian's body, and makes his way to the back as Nightshade struggles to get free.
The camera gets a tight shot down one of the backstage hallways. As it moves forward towards the other end, we see a closed door at the end. A few seconds of forward movement more, and it becomes clear that it isn't just any closed door, its the door to Mr. Pellington's office. Muffled voices can be heard within. Suddenly, the feed cuts to the interior of the office. Mr. Pellington is seated at his desk, stoic and professional. Seated across from the boss, on the other side of the desk, the PWF Technical (Extreme) champion, Cyrus deWynter takes a seat.
deWynter: "You wanted to see me Mr. Pellington?"
Pellington: "Yes, Cyrus, let me ask you something. Have you given any more thought to whether or not you intend to take Solo up on his invitation?"
deWynter smiles slightly and nods.
deWynter: "Actually, yes, I have. I've weighed both sides of the situation, and despite the fact that such a match could go a long way towards proving my point that a technical wrestler will always beat a talentless thug, because face it, you know I wouldn't stoop to their level and of course I'd win, but there are other ways. I'll get my point across in a different way. I'm not going to accept Solo's invitation. It truly is beneath me, you know what I mean?"
Pellington nods slowly and lets out a slight, but noticable sigh.
Pellington: "I figured that is what you were going to say, and yes, I do know what you mean. However, my job is to produce the best product I can. That is why I took the liberty of accepting Solo's invitation on your behalf. You will compete in the THIAC match and you will put the PWF Extreme title on the line in that match as well."
Cyrus' eyes go wide. He shoot upward out of his chair, the blood already rushing to his face, coloring it bright red with anger. Mr. Pellington however, doesn't move a muscle. He barely even reacts. This infuriates Cyrus even more as he throws the title belt off his shoulder, sending it crashing into the door behind him.
deWynter: "YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!!!"
Pellington: "I assure you Mr. deWynter, I am quite serious."
deWynter: "I can't believe this! You know how I feel about matches like this! You know they are an abomination! You know that everything I've been saying lately is true. That "hardcore" matches pander to the lowest common denominator and that this trend of brutal, barbaric crap is killing real wrestling. How could you do something like this? How could you sell out?"
Since Cyrus isn't leaving, or sitting back down, Mr. Pellington slowly stands. His eyes remain locked on Cyrus', and his voice is just as steady and calm as always.
Pellington: "Thats enough Mr. deWynter. The match is set and you WILL compete. Like it, or not."
Cyrus takes step back, knowing that crossing the boss would be a bad idea. Slowly he calms and sits back down, his mental gears spinning madly as he tries to think of a way out of this mess.
deWynter: "Okay, okay, okay. I hear you, but what about this. Instead of putting me in this THIAC match, why not set up a match showcasing the purity of the sport. I could my Technical title up against anyone, anyone at all, in a straight wrestling match. I know for a fact that there are millions of fans around the world who would rather pay their hard earned money to see a match that showcases skill and talent instead of mindless barbarism. You'd make a fortune with the proper advertising, and I'm sure the arena would sell out even faster with a match like that on the card. Think about it sir, its a better idea on soo many different levels."
Mr. Pellington, who has taken his seat once more, pauses to ponder Cyrus' idea for a fews seconds. Nodding, a small smile curls his lips as he looks up at a very expectant Cyrus deWynter.
Pellington: "No."
deWynter: "But sir..."
Pellington: "No."
deWynter: "But..."
Pellington: "I said, NO! The match stays as is. You will face Solo and the others inside the cage, and you will put that title, you so careless tossed behind you, on the line. And if I hear anything other than 'yes sir' escape your lips, I will not only strip you of the title, but I'll suspend you indefinitely. Now, do you understand me Mr. deWynter? Are you going to participate in the THIAC match?"
Cyrus bites his bottom lip and is literally quivering in anger.
deWynter: "Yes... sir."
Cyrus just barely croaked the words out. Mr. Pellington smiles.
Pellington: "Good. Now do remember to close my door on the way out, will you?"
Cyrus stands and moves towards the door, muttering under his breath, and grabs his belt from the floor.
Pellington: "What was that?"
deWynter: "Yes... sir."
Opening the door, Cyrus walks out, closing it behind him. Pellington chuckles lightly to himself and then returns to his work. The camera fades as the door closes fully, but not before a loud crash can be heard in the hallway as Cyrus throws a bit of a temper tantrum.
Ted Teddison is standing outside of Davey K's locker room, all of a sudden Davey K opens the door looking flustered
Davey: Ted can I help you?
Tedison: Erm, Davey youve got some whipped cream in your hair
Davey: And your point is? Do I stop you and say Ted...there is bits missing in your head where your hair should be?
Tedison: Im receeding fashionably.
Davey: If you want to use those two words in that sentence then that really is your choice. Erm....hang on.......
Davey K opens the door and gestures for his guests to leave. One lady appears and then followed by two more
Davey: Ted, dont look upon those girls with disrespect, they are nice people with a hella of a lot of whipped cream and love to give. Now anyway, what can I do for you?
Tedison: Last week on Havoc, you well you stunned a lot of people.
Davey: Stunned a lot of people? The message that I sent out was to one person and that was Homicide. In fact, not just Homicide but all the people that have been saying I'm just a clown an actor, well would an actor or a clown go wandering around ending careers?
Tedison: You just had whipped cream in your head Davey.
Davey: Forget the whipped cream fun I was having earlier, Im all about fun Ted as you know. Im that much of a fun guy there is a reason why I seem to sell a lot of merchandise and earn more money in a week than some people do in a lifetime of work. But sometimes, the laughter has to stop. I entertain people, but its when people see me being the funny guy as a weakness. Its not a weakness its just one of my many strengths. Homicide thinks im gonna be a walk over at End of The World, so does Golgotha and so does Sabre. Where does that merry clan of retards get off? Well I hope they were all tuned into the main event on Havoc last week where I think I showed that there is an edge to this Superstar that should never be underestimated. I've earned the right to be in the main event at wrestlings biggest PPV next week. Yeah, I went through a tournament to get my spot and look who I had to go through in that? But for years Ive been plotting my rise to be in the position I am in now a week away from the spot light being firmly on me.
Tedison: So, the edge you showed last week, is it something we will see again?
Davey: Sandstorm had been annoying me for a long time, and I snapped and decided to show him not to keep on pushing. What annoys me Ted is clingers on, Sandstorm was a loser a little clinger on. He saw me gettin all the attention so he started a petty little argument hoping that he could get a little of the lime light, well erm I cant see him irritating me again. So Ted, to answer your question, if people doubt me enough I will prove my point and I will do anything.
Tedison: Rumours are that you are facing disciplinary action from the management of what you did and that Mr Pellington was personally very angry.
Davey: Well Ted....there not going to fire me are they? Mr Pellington is just gonna have to get so angry that he sits in his office snapping pencils and shitting in his leisure suit. If the management want to say something to me then they can. But Ted, they upset me and they risk losing one major sports superstar and Mr Pellington underneath that cheap hair dyed head is a business brain and the PWF minus Davey K is bad business. End of The World is sold out on the back of me.
Tedison: Well I dont want to get bogged down in this issue. On to tonights match up.
Davey: Its not just a match up. Its not battle in a barn or rumble in the yokel pig trough, its the main event. Davey K and main event really is going hand in hand right now....
Tedison: Well you are renewing an old rivalry with Matt Van Dam.
Davey: MVD a man I have nothing but respect for.
Tedison:.......
Davey:........
Tedison: Really?
Davey: No! The guy is a grade A loser. He totally sucks. Everything about him is a complete joke. When I first joined this company he used to try and push me around. Always letting me no about how big the gWo was and how I would never be the wrestler that he is. Well man, haven't things changed? What exactly happened to the mighty mighty gWo, the geek World order, the last time I saw a gWo t-shirt it was....now where was that? Oh yeah one of the toilets was broke backstage so the janitor was using it to mop up all the shit and piss that was like everywhere. One thing I can credit the gWo for was they made very absorbant t-shirts. Matt is someone who is living on his past achievements, constantly reassuring himself that he still has it, that the fans still come to see him. Well maybe its not you they are coming to see anymore Matt. Sure when people think of the PWF they will think of you, but its the now that we are in. And when I was still a new comer you wanted to take my belt off me at a PPV and I bet you then infront of the watching millions and I intend on doing the same thing tonight. And after tonight is over he can get on with researching the laws of how to marry Lang and I can concentrate on becoming the PWF world championship.
Tedison: Very confident Davey.
Davey: Ted, sometimes thats how you gotta be.
As Davey K turns to leave he walks straight into an angry looking Jennifer Van Dam
JVD: Oooh, look who it is the big shot Superstar.
Davey: And look who this is the cheap slut from down town.
JVD: Matt is gonna kick your ass.
Davey: Well from whats going on at the moment I hope that all Matt does is "kick" my ass.
JVD: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Davey: Well he has been getting mighty close with Lang recently. And you dont have to say anything but youve been neglected havent you?
JVD: Conversation is over.
Jennifer turns to leave as Davey pulls her back
Davey: Oh the conversation aint over. Listen Jennifer, what you have to realise is that tonight Matt wont kick my ass. And next week I will be headlining wrestlings biggest PPV, Im this industries biggest Superstar and if you want to be a part of it then.........
JVD:........
Davey:........you can't be. See you later loose knickers.
Davey walks off leaving a furious JVD
Stanyer: Well this should be a fantastic match, and it won't be the first these two have put together.
Poppa: They've hated each other from the day they were both put in the same arena, and that was 3 years ago.
Credit: The Pelican
Report: MVD and Davey K tie up in the centre of the ring, a quick shuffle of the feet and MVD has Davey in a headlock, and then takes him down to the mat. MVD holds on with the headlock, but Davey forces his way to his feet and pushes MVD into the ropes, Davey goes for a clothesline, but MVD ducks and wraps himself around Davey and takes him down with a Crucyfix Pin. .1 .. Davey kicks out quickly. MVD rolls to his feet and beckons Davey to bring it, as he bounces back and forth on his toes. Davey takes a little time getting to his feet, well away from MVD. Davey fakes a collar & elbow tieup and instead clocks MVD with a right hand. Davey follows it up with a 2nd and then whips MVD into the ropes. Davey launches MVD in the air with a Back Body Drop. MVD rolls away and gets to his feet, feeling his back for a moment while staring at Davey. MVD and Davey circle around and this time it's MVD who fakes the tieup as he connects with a boot to the gut. MVD hooks Davey up for a Suplex, but Davey blocks it and tries to Suplex MVD, but he escapes and lands behind Davey. MVD lifts Davey up and plants him with a High Angle Back Drop. MVD hooks the leg for another early cover. ..1 .2 .. No more than a 2 count. MVD pulls Davey up, but is stopped by a jab to the gut. Davey then hits a hard right hand. MVD comes back with a right hand, and the two go back and forth for a few punches, with Davey K coming out on top. Davey pounds MVD back into the corner and then whips MVD into the corner. Davey backs into the opposite corner, raises his arm to the crowd, receives a loud cheer and then charges in with a big Jumping Body Splash. Davey backs away for a moment as a stunned MVD staggers out of the corner. Davey snaps him over with a Powerslam and hooks the leg for a cover. .1 .2 MVD kicks out well in time.
Stanyer: MVD & Davey have a long an storied history, they are long time enemies and that will only add to this interesting contest.
Poppa: Plus the fact that MVD is pissed off because Davey is in the End of the World Main Event, and he isn't.
Stanyer: Very True, MVD was not happy after last weeks show. Word has it that he demolished his locker room after losing to Sabre.
Poppa: I heard he went looking for the referee who restarted the match. Don't think he got hold of him though
Stanyer: He'd probably be in a lot of trouble right now if he had.
Davey pulls MVD up to his feet and hits a couple of quick right hands. He then whips MVD into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but MVD ducks it and comes off the opposite ropes and takes Davey down with a flying Cross Body Block. MVD tries to hold Davey down for a cover, but he kicks out instantly. Both men are quick to their feet, MVD ducks Davey's attempted punch and catches him with a back kick to the gut. He then hooks Davey and plants him with a Snap Suplex and then floats over into a cover. 1 ..2 . Davey kicks out safely. MVD drags Davey to his feet and hits him with a couple of swift body blows and then pushes him back into the turnbuckle where he hits a couple of shoulder blocks. He then whips Davey to the opposite turnbuckle, and then as Davey did, runs in for a Jumping Body Splash, except Davey moves out of the way and MVD lands face first on the top turnbuckle. MVD reels away holding his face, Davey boots him in the gut and plants him with a DDT. Davey rolls MVD over and hooks the leg. ..1 .2 . MVD just kicks out in time.
Stanyer: Curious that we haven't seen Homicide once tonight, despite the fact that he will soon be facing Davey K in the End of the World Main Event.
Poppa: Well, the night is still young, we may see Homicide before the conclusion of this contest.
MVD staggers to his feet and Davey unleashes a volley of hard right hands which pen MVD back onto the ropes. Davey whips MVD to the opposite ropes and then takes him out with a classic Reverse Elbow. Davey takes a moment out to pose for a rather hot looking lady in the front row. The lady blows Davey a kiss (before being pulled down into her seat by her boyfriend) and then Davey turns back to the match. MVD is almost to his feet and Davey gets a couple of right hands but MVD comes back with a boot to the gut. Unfortunately, he's too tired to do much else and simply tries to catch his breath, which allows Davey K to deliver a boot to the gut of his own and then he hooks MVD up for a Belly to Belly Suplex. MVD tries to break free, but to no avail, and then surprisingly breaks the hold with a Headbutt, which sends him staggering backwards as well as Davey K. Both men recover their senses and Davey charges at MVD, but gets scooped up and MVD then hits a stiff Backbreaker. MVD takes a moment to catch his breath and then hooks the leg for a cover. ..1 ..2 Davey kicks out easily. MVD helps Davey to his feet and scores with a few tired right hands and then tries for a Suplex, but Davey breaks it with a few punches to the kidneys and then he whips MVD into the ropes, but Davey is caught by surprise when MVD sails through the air with a Diving Elbow to the face. Davey is quick to his feet but MVD is quicker and hooks him around the waist and then hits The Sexiest Move (Spinning Belly to Back Suplex). MVD hooks the leg. ..1 ..2 . Davey kicks out in time. Davey holds his back for a moment as he gets to his feet, MVD clocks him with a pair of right hands and then whips him into the ropes and then delivers a devastating Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker, bringing the crowd to it's feet, even if they do despise MVD.
Stanyer: MVD is a smart wrestler, and he seems to have realised that Davey K's back has been weakened, and he is targetting his offense at that weakened area.
Poppa: Classic wrestling psychology really, pick a body part, then weaken and punish it until you beat your opponent.
Stanyer: Davey needs to stop MVD in his tracks as quickly as possible, because if MVD does injure his back, then Davey will find himself in deep trouble when he goes to face Homicide at EotW.
Poppa: Agreed, he does not want to go into a match with a man of Homicide's size & power with an injured back, it'd be suicide.
MVD pulls Davey up and then drives him chest first into the turnbuckle. He then delivers hard shoulder charges into Davey's lower back, forcing Davey to drop to his knees. MVD drags Davey into the middle of the ring, holding him in position for a Reverse DDT, but instead of driving him into the mat, he stretches his knee out at the last moment and drives Davey's lower back into the point of his knee. Davey rolls over a few times holding his back, MVD goes for a cover, hooking the leg. 1 2 Davey just kicks out. MVD rolls Davey onto his back and then locks both of he legs around Davey's. He then smacks Davey in the kidneys forcing him to bring his arms back so MVD can grab them. He then rolls backwards into the extremely painful Mexican Surfboard. Senior Referee Mark Johnson is right on the spot to ask Davey whether he wants to give up, but he gets nothing but crys of pain from Davey. MVD then drops Davey down onto his knee's, seemingly releasing the pressure, but then MVD sits up and hooks Davey into what turns out to be an evil cross between a Dragon Sleeper & the Mexican Surfboard. Davey's back is closing in on being a right angle. Again Mark Johnson asks Davey if he wants to give up, but he still refuses. Finally MVD is forced to release the hold, simply because it was putting too much pressure on his own body. He goes for a cover. 1 .2 .. amazingly, Davey just gets his shoulder up.
Stanyer: Davey's lower back has taken a real pounding in the last few minutes.
Poppa: Outstanding work from MVD, perfect technical wrestling.
Stanyer: I don't think Davey will be able to take much more.
MVD seems to agree with the commentators as he leaps to the top rope. He stands up and does his familiar 2 thumb taunt, which is accompanied by the now familiar chant of "You Blew Lang", MVD looks at the crowd with fury in his eyes, and almost loses his balance on the top rope. But he recovers and executes a perfect Five Star Frog Splash, perfect except for one point, Davey rolled over at the last possible moment and MVD hit nothing but canvas.
Stanyer: Unbelievable, I don't know how Davey managed to move out of the way, he appears to be in so much pain.
Poppa: The crowd distracted MVD while he was performing his trademark finishing maneouvre, and it may well cost him this contest.
Both men slowly make it to their feet as the referee makes it to 8 on his mandatory 10 count. MVD goes for a right hand, but Davey blocks it and scores with one of his own, but then feels a twinge in his back and reaches for it, allowing MVD to come back with a hard right hand of his own. Davey lashes out right a right hand and then hits a boot to the gut. He goes for a Suplex, but his back won't take MVD's weight and he has to back out. MVD charges at Davey, but gets caught with a boot to the gut and then planted with the Playaz Push (X-Factor). Davey covers with a lateral press. 1 .2 . MVD kicks out safely. Davey pulls MVD up, still feeling his back, but delivers a few tasty right hands which leave MVD in a daze. Davey slides around the back of MVD and delivers a Release German Suplex, and then immediately rolls over holding his back. He crawls back to MVD and makes the cover. .1 .2 .. MVD just kicks out. Davey pulls MVD up and looks to try and end the match there and then with the Superstar Slam (Pedigree), but MVD counters with a Back Body Drop. As Davey gets to his feet, MVD leaps onto the middle rope and then dives off backwards, and is almost knocked out as Davey connects with the Davey KO (Superkick), clocking MVD in mid-air. Davey is signalling for a finish as he sets MVD up for the Superstar Slam once again, but then we hear the familiar tune of "Awake" by Godsmack as Homicide walks through the curtain onto the stage. Davey leaves MVD and goes to the edge of the ring, challenging Homicide to come down to the ring, but the World Champion simply waits at the top of the stage, staring at Davey. The distraction allows MVD to roll Davey up with a School Boy, as Mark Johnson slides down for the count, MVD puts his feet on the middle rope. .1 ..2 ... Davey somehow kicks out.
Stanyer: Why is Homicide out here? If he's just going to stand on the stage, what's the point?
Poppa: He's playing mind games with Davey, putting doubt in the back of Davey's mind. Making sure that Davey knows that if he forgets about him for just one second, he will be there to crush him like a bug.
MVD and Davey get to their feet at about the same time. They both move in on the offensive, but Davey is the one who connects with a boot to the gut. He charges MVD into the corner and drives him in with a shoulder charge. He hoists MVD to the top rope, which seems to affect his back, and then he climbs up, looking for a Superplex. But his injured back gives way and a simple push sends Davey crashing to the canvas. MVD then stands up and this time he does connect with his Five Star Frog Splash. He goes for the cover, certain of victory. 1 2 . Davey doesn't kick out, but the Referee's hand never comes down for 3, namely because Jonny Lang has appeared at ringside and he broke the count by dragging Mark Johnson out of the ring. MVD is furious with the ref, who is busy arguing with Jonny Lang. MVD can't even get the ref's attention, so he turns back towards Davey, only to be on the receiving end of a blatant low blow. Of course the referee doesn't see it and it's enough to allow Davey K to hit the Superstar Slam. He hooks the leg and screams at the referee to get back in the ring. Mark Johnson hears the cry and slides back into the ring to make the count. ..1 .2 .3!!!!!
Stanyer: Davey picks up the win, despite the arrival of Homicide and with a little help from Jonny Lang.
Poppa: It's been a tough old struggle, but Davey showed why he is the #1 contender by pulling out the win against a tough opponent.
Homicide is slowly making his way down the aisle as Davey K is on the turnbuckle, raising his arms to his many, many fans. MVD has sat up and a look of cold fury comes across his face. He stares straight at Jonny Lang, who is still on the outside of the ring, watching MVD. Lang smiles at MVD, and something in MVD snaps, and he rolls out of the ring and goes after Lang, but he is too quick for him. Lang heads into the crowd and MVD follows him. Lang doesn't seem to be running full tilt though, he seems to be giving MVD a chance to catch him, but then putting on a spurt just to make sure that he doesn't catch him.
Poppa: I think Jonny Lang is ENJOYING being chased by MVD!!!
Stanyer: Hey, you know what he is like, this should not surprise you.
Back in the ring, Homicide is climbing the steps, the World Title in his right hand. He steps through the ropes and then repositions the title over his shoulder. He and Davey K go face to face in a classic Stare-down. Homicide holds the World Title up to Davey's face and has a few choice words for him. Davey mouths a few words back as both men stare deep into each other's eyes.
Stanyer: I can't wait to see these two get it on at The End of the World, we are out of time folks, see you on PPV!!!!
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