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Ice Palace
Tampa Bay, Florida
Saturday 13th December
Attendance: 21,311
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome to Saturday Night Havoc!!!
Poppa: It's good to be back.
Stanyer: After a grueling End of the World PPV, there is much to deal with on tonight's Havoc. First of all, we should congratulate Sabre on becoming the PWF's Unified World Heavyweight Champion.
Poppa: You mean "I", not we, because I won't congratulate him…. I will congratulate Zion Crest on becoming the PWF's United States Champion, and Cyrus deWynter retaining the Extreme Title, despite having the odds stacked against him.
Stanyer: There are a lot of things which follow on from the End of the World, congratulations to Rainmaker, who now has a PWF contract.
Poppa: I'm just amazed at how Cyrus survived Triple Hell in a Cell, without resorting to Hardcore wrestling.
Stanyer: It truly is an amazing achievement. Even more amazing is the lack of damage he suffered, in comparison to the other wrestlers. Which reminds me, we'll have a full post-EotW injury report later in the show.
Poppa: I wonder what the reaction will be from the Davey K camp, after he came so close to winning the PWF World Title for the first time.
Stanyer: We should definitely find out tonight, don't expect him to abandon his goal of becoming the PWF's World Champion.
Poppa: I've heard rumours of problems with The Cult already.
Stanyer: I've heard those same rumours, but without anything to substansiate them, it's best that they are left unspoken.
Poppa: And poor Nightshade, months of mental torture, and he finally gets Desperation in the ring, and not only does he not find out who Desperation is, he loses the match.
Stanyer: Nightshade will be one pissed off man tonight, there is no doubt about that. But it's time to get tonight's show on the road.
Poppa: You forgot something…
Stanyer: What? Oh yeah, forgot about that. You are probably wondering why no matches were signed for tonight. Due to the number of injuries sustained at EotW, we did not know who would be available to wrestle on tonight's show, hence no matches were announced. Don't worry, we expect plenty to be announced as the show night goes on.
Immortal by Adema blares through the arena. Everyone's focus turns to the entrance area as Gambino appears through the curtain, dressed in a black suit. The crowd roars as he walks out onto the stage. He stops at the top of the ramp and soaks in the crowds energy. He makes his way down the ramp to the ring and climbs in. Once inside the ring, he is given a microphone. He waits for the crowd to quiet and begins to speak
Gambino: You know, it wasn't long ago that I swore I'd never step foot in a PWF ring again. I'd had enough. The pain, the injuries, long trips on the road away from my family. All of it kept eating away at me and I just got burnt out. None of it seemed worth it anymore. So I packed my bags and I walked right out the door, never looking back.
Gambino walks to a corner and leans against a turnbuckle
Gambino: But you know something, I did look back. I sat at home for nearly a month and not a day went by that I didn't think about the PWF. I thought back on my long career here in the PWF, and all of my accomplishments. I remembered my first match, which was also my very first victory. I thought about winning my first World Championship, right here in this very ring and how proud I was to achieve that goal. I've competed against and beaten some of the greatest superstars that the PWF has ever had to offer. Showstopper, Eraser, Demon, Matt Van Dam. I've been the PWF Commissioner. I'm a three time PWF World Champion. I've achieved so much in this ring, that it just seemed like there was nothing more to work towards. Regardless, I had to ask myself, is this really how I want my career to come to an end? Is that what I want to be remembered as, a quitter? When someone asks about Antonio Gambino, what do I want people to say? Do I want them saying Gambino was a selfish bastard that walked out on the guys in the back, his friends, and more importantly, his fans? Hell no. That's not what I want people to say. Well, hell no. When I'm long gone and just a memory, I want people to remember me for what I truly am. The greatest PWF Champion.....ever.
Gambino walks to the center of the ring
Gambino: So I flipped on the tube one night, and what I do I see and hear? Who else, but PWF's biggest mouthpiece, Solo, running his trap about what a washed up has-been I am. He challenges me to show up in his bullshit, Triple Hell in a Cell match. I pondered the idea for some time before deciding to show. I figured I've never backed down from a challenge in my life, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna start with Solo, of all people. I don't know how many of you actually saw the End of the World pay per view, but I'm guessing Solo's regretting his decision. I showed Solo that I was a lot more than just some washed up has-been that he can trash talk to help elevate his own career. But as much as I enjoyed being in the PWF ring, kicking ass once again, it still just didn't feel right. As much as I love the PWF, and love coming out here every night and competing. As much as I love my fans, I still wasn't sure if coming back was the right thing to do. So I spoke with Pellington and I made arrangements to be here tonight and make an announcement.
Boo's are heard from the crowd
Gambino: Up until last night in my hotel room, I had planned to come here tonight and announce my retirement. But after some convincing by an old friend, I decided that I'm not quite done with the PWF yet. I've got at least one good run left in me, if not a hell of a lot more!
the crowd goes wild
Gambino: So I came here tonight, not to quit. Not to retire. But I came here tonight for one reason and one reason only, and that's to reclaim something that I've been missing for quite some time. Sabre, I know you're back there. I know you had a hell of a match at End of the World and you did a damn fine job at winning the unified title. To hell with it, I'll make this short and to the point. Sabre...I'm challenging you to a title match right here tonight!
The drumbeats of "Voodoo" by Godsmack start to rock the arena, as the lights dim and start to flicker. As the lights come back on to full strength, Crucyfix is slouched against the far turnbuckle behind Gambino. He has a mic, and starts to speak, just as Gambino turns around and realizes he is there.
Crucyfix: Alright Gambino, even I have to admit you are one of the best. Thats why I chose you. Thats why I have to fight you. I think the phrase is to be the best, you have to beat the best right? Yeah, you have been a three time PWF champion, kudos to you. PWF Commisioner? Yeah, again good job there. But you think that you decide to come back and just demand a title shot? You may very well deserve it, but....
He flicks his right hand up and a cigarette spins into the air and it lands in his mouth. He raises his other hand to light it. After a few hits, he continues.
Crucyfix: I came to the PWF for one purpose, and that purpose is you. You see I have fought in many fueds and feds throughout my career. I have fought against the cocky, arrogant newcomers, and the well-oiled veterans. But never have I had this inner fight come on so strong, and want to wrestle somebody so bad. You see Gambino, you already have my respect. You are one of the few wrestlers that I have seen wrestle again and again. One I have studied every weakness and strength. I believe you to be the ultimate opponent. The one that will define my career. I have held multiple championships, multiple times. Hell, I am a thirteen time world champion in ten years.
He stands up and drops the cigarette, crushing it under his heel. He walks right up and looks Gambino in the eyes.
Crucyfix: But nothing would define my career more, than being able to wrestle what this fed, the one I consider the best fed out there, has to offer. The best in the PWF, and possibly the business. So Gambino, its put up or shut up time. I want to beat the best....and thats you!
He lowers his mic and continues to stare at Gambino.
Gambino looks around as if he's not quite sure what to say. He paces for a moment then stops to look at Crucyfix
Gambino: Crucyfix, was it?
Crucyfix nods
Gambino: Thirteen time world champion huh?
Crucyfix nods again
Gambino: Well now, I must admit that's rather impressive. But maybe you can answer me a question.
Crucyfix shoots Gambino a look as if to say, ask away
Gambino: If you're such a great competitor, and you've held this title and that title, then why is it I've never even so much as heard your name?
A look of surprise appears on Crucyfix's face
Gambino: I'm serious. You'll have to forgive me if I don't get a hard on, jump up and down, or cartwheel all around this ring because you say you respect me and that you must wrestle me. Quite frankly, I don't know who the hell you are and until End of the World, I had no idea you even existed. Why is that, champ?
Crucyfix raises the mic to his mouth.
Crucyfix: You see Gambino, I have traveled far and wide. I have only seen your name mentioned once, in one fed, that being here. Me, on the other hand have been in almost thirty different feds, mostly as an independant wrestler, bouncing from fed to fed.
Gambino nods his head at this remark.
Crucyfix: If you haven't heard of me, so what? Those feds are now defunct, and I have been searching for a chance at redemption. To prove to not only myself but to others, and finally make a name for myself in the big feds. I tried it once, about four years ago in GZW, but that fed went by the wayside and I then just went back to being a loner, helping out where I could, helping bring new talent in to new feds, but none of those feds could stand the test of time. So Gambino, you ask why you haven't heard of me? The answer is quite simple, while your eyes were closed and only looking here in the PWF, I was out conquering the other feds, ones that tried to become the best, but I should've realized. If I wanted to be the best, truly the best. I should've joined here four years ago. Then you would have known who I am, and you would know my name. I have searched far for the perfect opponent. I have found many I thought would equal that description, but none have lived up to the hype. You see Gambino, I think you are, are you going to prove me wrong as well?
He lowers the mic.
As both superstarts stare each other down, "Brand New Hate" by the Backyard Babies hits, and the crowd rises to their feet as Sabre immediately strides out from under the 'tron, staring straight into the ring. With both Gambino and Crufyfix still staring at one another, Sabre slides under the ropes and walks through both men, making a beeline to the furthest turnbuckle before raising his title up into the air to cheers and numerous flashbulbs. Finally, after being given a mic from a ring official, Sabre eyes off his opponents...
Sabre: "Now...."
Sabre only mutters a single word before the fans begin chanting his name. He grins, before turning his attention to Crucyfix...
Sabre: "Mate, Gambino and I have some important things to discuss, so please... get out of the ring you STUPID squeezer."
The fans pop as Crucyfix grits his teeth, but with both Gambino and Sabre ready to tear into him, chooses not to advance. Instead, he slowly backs away through the ropes, and out of the ring...
Sabre: "Welcome to the PWF, by the way."
Crucyfix takes one more look at Gambino before marching away. Meanwhile, Sabre turns slowly before locking eyes with Gambino. The intensity can be felt all over the arena, as the capacity crowd begins to cheer for both Gambino and Sabre...
Sabre: "Now, before I say anything.... A match between you and I for the World title tonight?"
Gambino slowly nods his head in agreement as Sabre steps away slowly... before suddenly swinging back into Gambino's face...
Sabre: "Done."
The arena creates a huge pop as both men smile...
Stanyer: "The noise here is immense as Sabre has agreed to a World title match against Gambino TONIGHT!"
Poppa: "If you weren't happy with the End of the World main event, then you HAVE to enjoy this one!"
Sabre: "For the past week I've been a complete gamut of emotions. I've seen things differently now that I've finally reached the top of the mountain. But do you know what? There was one man who I just couldn't say I beat. One man who always got the best of me every time we faced off in the ring. That man was you, Gambino."
The crowd cheers for Gambino, and the memories of the clashes the two titans have had in the past...
Sabre: "There was talk in the back of you retiring, and honest to God I didn't want that to happen. The fact of the matter is Gambino, despite my victory at the End of the World, despite the prize I now hold in my arms... I still question whether I'm the best of the best. Looking at past PWF champions, I have some huge shoes to fill. And there is no way I want this title if I can't look at it and say in full confidence: 'I am the best of the PWF'. There is no way I can do this... unless I can go toe to toe with arguably the greatest PWF champion to date."
The crowd pops once more for Gambino, who merely looks at Sabre, allowing him to continue...
Sabre: "I can't say I'm the best unless I know for a fact that I can beat you, one on one. I can't have people talk behind my back saying 'If Gambino was in the main event, he would of gotten the job done. He would of put Sabre in his place'.... tonight, for me, is just as important as last week and I hope you're feeling 100 per cent because trust me...."
Suddenly, Sabre gets nose to nose with Gambino, and the both men look ready to start right here, right now...
Sabre: "I'm not going easy on you, old man."
Sabre's music hits once more as the World champ backs away, but stops suddenly, still looking at the PWF veteran. Suddenly, Sabre slowly brings his arm up to bear, his hand outstretched. Gambino swaps his stare between Sabre's focused eyes to his hand, before finally connecting with a handshake to cheers...
Stanyer: Welcome back folks, we now have a fantastic main event lined up for you tonight. Gambino v Sabre, and Sabre wants to win this one as much, if not more than Gambino. He wants to prove to everyone that he DESERVES to be the PWF World Champion. He wants to put an end to all of the doubters.
Poppa: Well I know one man he'll never convince.
Stanyer: That's a gimmie. Let's not just focus on Sabre though, Gambino is a serious threat to Sabre's World Title reign, we could crown a new Unified Champion, two weeks after crowning the first one!!
Poppa: Oh I hope so.
Stanyer: Anyway, we have another match that has been signed for tonight, a "Fair Play Match" between Brod & Toran Crest, which is a follow-on from EotW. Both wrestlers have vowed to put on a clean wrestling match, with no rule breaking anywhere.
Fair Play Match
Credit: Brod
Report: The 'Fairplay' match, that was on display at the PPV for a short time, gives Toran a chance to prove to Brod that he's genuine in his claims of his moral code of honor. The match is exactly what Toran promised with no rules or regulations broken and clean breaks allowed by both men all match. Toran takes control of the contest and begins to work over Brod's back using various impact moves & submission holds. A surprise counter evens the match out and allows Brod to make a comeback. As the action heats up the referee goes down when he catches a stray boot from Brod's 'Lowrider' (Diamond Dust) finisher. This allows Zion, Toran's brother, to get involved. He raced down to the ring and attempted to blast Brod with the 'Destruction' (Screwdriver). Toran didn't allow the move to be completed as Toran's code of honour came into play. As the brothers argued Brod interjects and sends both brothers to the outside. Zion quickly recovers and jaws with Toran, saying you're either with The Cult or against us. Toran turns his back on his brother and returns to the the ring. He's pulled back out as Zion is fuming wanting to know an answer. Brod then hits a plancha to the outside on both men before leaving the brothers to pick themselves up and continue arguing into the break.
We return to the backstage area where Mr Pellington seems to have gathered the entire PWF Roster for some sort of meeting.
Pellington: "As you all know, I've called you here to discuss the new format for Saturday Night Havoc, and to make a few announcements."
Pellington stops as a shoving match breaks out between Rex Idol & Zion Crest. A few other wrestlers are eying up their enemies. Cult & DUX seem to be separating out and staring each other down, looking ready for a fight. A look of anger flashes across Pellington's face.
Pellington: "If anyone here wants to start a fight, then after they are done, they can come to my office to collect their pink slip. Now pay attention. First of all, I have an announcement that I'd like to make. Some of you may not be happy with this announcement, others will. But the decision has been made. The PWF has re-signed Grimm & Hanibal."
No sooner than Pellington can say the names "Hanibal and Grimm" does "Rock is Dead" by Marilyn Manson, surge through the arena PA sending the crowd into a deafening roar. A water fall of a gold pyro, pours down from the very top of the tron as blue smoke fills the entrance way. The PWF fans jump from the feet in anticipation for the arrival of two men they thought would never return. The smoke slowly clears revealing the former PWF Hardcore tag team champions, standing in the entrance way surrounded my a mist of blue smoke. Hanibal, stands with his arms raises to his side and head tilted back, taking in the roar of the crowd. Grimm on the other hand, taunts the crowd, flaunting his physique with a gigantic smirk. The crowd continues to cheer while a small group of hardcore Hanimaniacs start with a 'UWA' chant, which is quickly drowned out by the apparent disapproval of the PWF roster backstage. Hanibal and Grimm slowly make there way down the ramp way, stopping at the end once again taking in the reaction of the crowd. The both roll under the bottom and enter the ring. Hanibal struts over to corner of the ring and snatches a microphone out of the ring announcer's hand, then steps back to take a sarcastic bow. Grimm attempts to calm down the crowd as Hanibal leans onto the top rope examining a woman sitting the front row. The crowd eventually dies down, Hanibal winks at the woman then walks back to the middle of the ring, staring at the mat below. He takes a deep breath and begins...
Hanibal: You know this was the absolute last place I thought I'd EVER be again, but what can I say? Did you miss me?!
Hanibal looks up at the crowd with a huge smile on his face.
Hanibal: Well of course you did! Without me who was here to lead by example? Who was here to idolize?
The reaction PWF roster is less than enthralled with the news as Mr Pellington tries to hush them down. The PWf superstars begin to form a ring around a backstage monitor to witness this surprising event. Meanwhile back in the ring...
Hanibal: That's right folks...and that is why I...You Hero Hanibal pauses placing his hands on his hips have returned!
Boos echo about the arena as Hanibal and Grimm stand stunned to hear they're reaction.
Hanibal: Please please people...it was only a year ago we were selling out PWF shows, ooing and awwing the crowd and this is respect we get?
Hanibal looks over to Grimm who shrugs his shoulders
Hanibal: But maybe I'm wrong...maybe we do deserve this. I mean after all, we did drop the ball and run off, only to leave you forced to watch this poor excuse for a federation known as the PWF. If I were in your shoes I'd be pissed off at us to..it's true. But times have changed, the two men you are currently drooling over in this very ring, are not the same individuals you once knew.
Grimm shakes his head while patting Hanibal on the back as if to congratulate him.
Hanibal: In fact all we can do is ask you the fans for a second chance.
Hanibal hands off the mic to Grimm
Grimm: PWFites...I've sat back and waited for 6 months because I thought I could achieve far more success elsewhere...I was wrong... This is the best I can get because..frankly... there is nothing better!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction not sure what exactly to think
Grimm: Now I understand we can't just show up and expect forgiveness from you but, I'd like to promise you...where there's a PWF event...I will be there for you..the fans
The crowd erupts as Grimm smiles and gives the thumbs up. Hanibal looks over to Grimm and mouths "what the fuck?"
Grimm: You guys...the fans are important don't get me wrong, but what's more important is the locker room. You boys in the back have all the right to be mad at me and the son of a bitch next to me..
Hanibal points to himself in shock but then looks over to the camera man and nods his head accepting the fact.
Grimm: We realize you aren't as forgiving as the fans are but why should you be? The fans still got an extreme title match...the fans got to see....
Grimm pauses taking a deep breath, He looks as if what is about to say is painful for him..
Grimm:..Johnny...Lang...but you the superstars of the PWF were forced to work around our selfishness...What I ask here today from you guys is for a second chance... an opportunity if you will, to show we aren't such bad guys after all...
Grimm hands the mic back to Hanibal who gives him a weird look. Grimm answers back "what?"
Hanibal: After all we're only here to enjoy the "top notch" competition that the PWF always provides.
Hanibal raises his index finger in the air
Hanibal: So with that in mind, We'll be headed backstage to enjoy the rest of Havoc. Guaranteed it won't be as exciting as our return but hey, not much you can do about that!
Hanibal looks over at Grimm and they both burst into laughter. Grimm gives Hanibal "five" as the telecast fades back to a shot of Michael Pellington backstage with the rest of the roster. He begins to make several failed attempts to at directing traffic as the monitor has no been upturned. Various superstars walk away from the crowd shaking there head in complete disapproval. Although one man however has remained, holding the monitor with the images of Hanibal and Grimm like a long lost friend.
Stanyer: Welcome back folks, well you've all just seen what has happened, and we all go the shock news that Hanibal & Grimm have returned to the PWF.
Poppa: Although whether anyone will believe a word of what they just said is another story.
Stanyer: Hmm, they did sound just a little bit TOO sincere. And let's face it, nobody here would trust them as far as they can throw them.
Poppa: Well, I reckon I could toss them a good way…….
Stanyer: Never mind….
Crucyfix is shown sitting at Pellingtons desk, cigarette in his mouth smoldering. He puts it out in a nearby ashtray, that looks brand new, obviously put there in anticipation for this encounter.
Crucyfix: So why exactly can't I have Gambino tonite? I showed you how I am at End Of The World. I took some of the sickest hits this fed has to offer, and I came back swinging. You said give you a good showing and I could have Gambino. Don't back out on your word.
Pellington: Crucyfix, while I do admire your past efforts and stuff you did in your career, there is one thing I do differently here. All newcomers here in the PWF are treated just like that. I don't mean any disrespect to you, but you should also realize everytime you try something new, you need to start from the bottom. Although I don't think thats good with you. I think you deserve more.
Crucyfix: Yeah, I realize that. I don't want any special treatment. I came here for one purpose to beat the best the PWF has to offer. The one man and match that will possibly define my career. If you want me to start from the bottom, thats fine Mr. Pellington. I don't care where I start off from, as long as I end up with Gambino at some point. You put them up, and I will knock them down. I have a goal in sight, and I will do anything to get to that goal. Put me into nails, C4, whatever. My sites are set on Antonio Gambino, and as long as I eventually get him in that ring, set whoever you want in my path, because I will take them out, just like I did to Splinter.
Crucyfix lights another cigarette and waits for Mr. Pellingtons response.
Pellington: "Well, perhaps one day you will get to face him. I was impressed with your performance in the Triple Hell in a Cell Match. And even more impressed with how quickly you've recovered from your injuries. Which is why I've decided to put your skills to the test against one of the PWF's finest. In tonight's very next match, you'll be facing Matt Van Dam."
Crucyfix smiles as the camera fades back to the arena.
Stanyer: Well, while we await Crucyfix & MVD's arrival in the ring, we'll give you all a quick rundown on the EotW injury list.
Poppa: Pretty much everyone suffered injuries at the event, it was tough on everyone, but some suffered more serious injuries than others.
Stanyer: At the moment, Rex Idol's status is still undetermined. After he took that Destruction (Screwdriver) from the top rope from Zion, he's been in hospital receiving treatment. We are told he underwent surgery on his neck and is now at home resting, but we have no idea how long he might be out for. We are hoping to get him on to next weeks show to get an update on him.
Poppa: It seems that LJ will be out indefinitely after suffering a serious knee injury, presumably at the hands of The Cult. Of course, we don't truly know who attacked LJ, but The Cult are the most likely culprits.
Stanyer: Spectre also suffered a knee injury at the PPV, but his condition is currently uncertain. We are told that the doctors are waiting until the swelling on his knee has abated before they run further scans to determine the extent of the injury. It seems that DUX's numbers have been cut in half by injuries. They are now at a serious disadvantage against The Cult.
Poppa: During the Triple Hell in a Cell Match….
Stanyer: Gotta cut you off there Poppa, time for our next matchup. We'll continue the injury report later in the show.
Credit: The Pelican
Report: MVD ambushes Crucyfix at the start of the match to gain an early advantage, but he can't keep it for long and the vast experience of Crucyfix allows him to find a way to break MVD's offense and take control of the match. Crucyfix sticks to a technical offense, but MVD's amazing agility allows him to counter many of Crucyfix's moves. Crucyfix switches styles as only a veteran can and takes MVD down with a few heavy power moves. MVD hangs on, surviving a few close calls before a rare mistake from Crucyfix allows him to knock him down with a Flying Kick. MVD then breaks into a spectacular comeback taking Crucyfix down with spectacular flying moves and scoring a pair of close pinfalls. But a Five Star Frog Splash goes wrong and leaves MVD crotched on the top rope. At this point, Gambino walks through the entrance way, and Crucyfix is distracted by his arrival. Gambino just stares Crucyfix down, not coming down to the ring, and not even speaking. Crucyfix looks puzzled and sends a few choice words Gambino's way, but when he gets no response, he turns back to the fight. But the distraction has allowed MVD to recover and he dives off the top rope and scores with a Sunset Flip rollup. Crucyfix has no time to react and takes a pinfall loss on his Havoc debut.
Stanyer: Welcome back folks, Crucyfix takes a loss in his first match on Havoc, thanks in part to Gambino's distraction.
Poppa: Are you going to announce it, or am I?
Stanyer: I'll take care of it. Fantastic news folks, next weeks Main Event has already been confirmed. In a Triple Threat Match, Golgotha, Davey K & Homicide will compete to become the #1 Contender to Sabre's PWF World Title.
Poppa: Presuming Sabre hangs on to the World Title of course.
Stanyer: Indeed, he has a tough task ahead of him tonight. Let's hope he sticks to that task, and doesn't look too far ahead. Otherwise he'll find himself without his precious PWF World Title.
Poppa: Well, the contenders for next week's main event are backstage and we are going to hear from all 3 men concerning this match.
Golgotha is seen walking around backstage. It is obvious that he is very upset with his performance at EoTW, and tonights events with the Cult. Right now, not even a shot at redemption can cheer up the Hardcore Christian. Everyone stays out of his way and avoids him...everyone except Johnny Mayhem, who is looking for an interview.
Mayhem: "Golgotha, can I get a few words with you about the Cult?"
Golgotha: "What about the Cult?"
Mayhem: "What is going on with your stable tonight?"
Golgotha: "Just minor technical difficulties. Nothing that can't be worked out. The Cult is still strong and everyone is coming off of victories at End of The World...everyone except for me. But we did dismantle 3 of the 4 members of the DuX which just proves how strong, how dominate we are here in the PWF."
Mayhem: "And that brings me to my next question, how do you feel about the announcement that was just made?"
Golgotha, clearly has no idea what Mayhem is talking about as he looks at the reporter with anger and confusion.
Mayhem: "That you, Davey K and Homicide will face next week in a number 1 contenders match."
Golgotha thinks for a moment and then a evil smile comes to his face as he replies to Mayhem
Golgotha: "I may have failed at EoTW, but I will not fail next week. Truth is, I have learned something from the Cult, and mainly from the new US Champion, Zion. Look at me, Mayhem. I'm going into this match, aganst 2 people that I've had a history with over the past few months. And I'm going into it being the smallest man in the match. But like Zion has done lately, Something happened to me after End of the World. My loss awokened a sleeping gaint inside of me. I will prove tonight exactly what this sleeping gaint is capable of when I destroy 2 men that are larger than me. Sabre just got lucky at End of The World. He can't avoid me for over a month, pull off 1 lucky move, and think its over. And thats the Hardcore Truth! So next week, Davey K and Homicide, beware the sleeping giant. If I were either one of you, I would pray that God has mercy on your soul, cause I sure as hell won't!"
Golgotha walks away from Mayhem, still with that sadistic smile on his face.
Davey K is backstage in his locker room rewinding and playing segments of the main event at the End Of The World
Davey: Shit, shit and fucking more shit on a cake which main engredient is a pile of shit.
Water Guy: 85% of what you just said won't be aired Davey.
Davey: Ok calculator boy, im sorry......nerd
Water Guy: Listen, youve gotta let it go, you lost, move on, youve got another big match tonight.
Davey: Technically I didnt lose.
Water Guy: Yeah, but you did...
Davey: Well I held the World Championship for around two minutes after defeating Homicide but the it all went.......a bit wrong. Shit......
Water Guy: Your more bitter than my grandma's home made lemonade Davey.
Davey: Dude, we aint discussing this again, your grandmother has been banned from lemon tress, sugar, jugs and spoons infact she can't touch anything that even suggests in can assist in the process of lemonade.
Water Guy: Yeah but....
Davey: Dude! 'But' nothing! She sold her turgid mix to the school and then ooh the next day all the kids are sick.....you remember why they got sick don't you?
Water Guy: Well not specifically
Davey: The piss dude, twas the piss. And I quote from the health inspector 'essence of urine'. Anyway, your distracting me man, havent you got girls to admire from a far or whatever you do.
Water Guy: I happen to appreciate beauty.
Davey: I like how in your mind, and its quite a mind, that the word 'appreciate' is defined as 'hiding in the bushes with a very good pair of binoculars.' Now my match tonight, im going to make sure that the number one contendorship is mine. Im came so damn close, all of the Superstars 'peeps' were....
Water Guy: Copyright Davey.....
Davey: Oh yeah, erm ok, all of the Superstars....."seeps", see what I did there? Superstar begins with 'S' and so.....ok not great but it should keep a certain V.M's lawyers at bay.
I came so close, all of my dreams, almost realised....but he deserved it, it pains me to say but that Thundercat loving tool deserved the win. But my dream aint over, the titles gonna be mine, and tonight is just the first step.
Water Guy: God Speed Davey K.
Davey looks the waterguy up and down and has a certain element of disgust on his face
Davey:.....nerd.
Poppa: Err… What happened to Homicide? I thought we were going to hear from all three?
Stanyer: I'm not sure… wait, I'm being told that Homicide has refused to be interviewed…. He promises to make a statement next week, no news on what that statement concerns.
Poppa: Strange, oh well, I'll guess we'll just have to wait and see.
Stanyer: Well, after we hear from the new Unified PWF World Heavyweight Champion, Sabre, Rainmaker will make his Havoc debut, in an Extreme Title match of all places, as he takes on Cyrus deWynter.
Cameras cut to the backstage area as Sabre quietly straps on boots. Suddenly, the camera pans to the left to reveal Rainmaker approaching. Sabre looks up, but shoots a grin which is returned before both men slap hands...
Rainmaker: "Congrats on your main event win my man, well deserved."
Sabre: "Mate, it feels good. It feels REALLY good. And hey... it's been a long time coming but welcome to the PWF."
Rainmaker: "Dude, I'm feeling it. So tell me, Mr. World champ, when do I get a shot at that nice shiny title?"
In the background, a slight chant of 'SEW' can be heard from the audience outside...
Sabre: "I know I'm in for a wild ride tonight that's all I've been consentrating on.... after that, well, I've just been told from the head honcho himself that next Havoc, Davey K and Golgotha will be duking it out for the number one contender spot."
Rainmaker: "Ouch... looks like I have a couple of rungs to climb before I get you in my sights."
Sabre: "Trust me, you have your work cut out for you."
Rainmaker: "Right. So how's Brod and LJ?"
Sabre: "Still breathing, that's pretty much all I can say at this point. They really went wild last week and they have the bruises to show for it. And Rex, naturally, isn't too happy with Zion right now."
Rainmaker: "So the DUX is still alive and well I take it?"
Sabre: "Oh yeah, a little battered but still not out. Besides... with this trinket around my waist I don't see the DUX going anywhere."
Rainmaker: "Cool to hear, man. I gotta split man, got a match, but it was good catching up."
Sabre: "Hell yeah, catch ya around."
Both men grasp hands once more as Rainmaker exits and the camera fades to black...
Credit: Brod
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. 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, Onatario, Canada, weighing 228lbs, CYRUS DeWYNTER!!!
Cyrus grabs the microphone from the ring announcer and signals to the back to cut his music. Waiting a few seconds after the music is cut, he paces around the ring with a smile on his face. Adjusting the PWF Extreme title on his shoulder, he raises the microphone to speak.
Cyrus: Well, well, well. Look at this. The man everyone thought would be killed at End of the World in that barbaric Triple Hell in a Cell contraption, still carries the PWF Extreme title. Not only did I outlast and out fight five other men to retain my title, but I did it without stooping to any "hardcore" tricks. No weapons. No short cuts. Just good, honest, pure wrestling skill. Sure I got a little singed, and sure I'm a bit sore, but I'm here and more than able to compete here tonight. Compete and win. Can the others say the same?
With a cocky grin on his face, Cyrus hands the referee the Extreme title as he contiunes to gloat about still being a champion.
Cyrus: Speaking of the others, did you hear all the injuries they sustained? That goes to show you just how suicidal and just plain stupid some people are. If they'd have gone with my suggestion, having a standard wrestling match, do you think there would be as many people shelved? No way! Of course, the title outcome would be the same either way, but still.
Cyrus pauses, leaning on the ropes.
Cyrus: Now, I'd like to send a special message out to Splinter in particular. Splinter, what happened? You said there would no way in hell I'd walk out of End of the World with my title. You had a long list of depraved and sadistic things you were going to do to me to make sure I didn't walk away with the title. Yet, thats just what I did. I walked out with the title. I emphasize the word "walked", because unlike like you, I actually could walk after it was all said and done. Now I'm here in this ring, ready to defend my title again, and where are you? Sitting at home, watching Havoc on television. Well, rest up Splinter, you need it. Come back when you have more than hollow threats and you've learned to wrestle instead of brawl. Technique always wins out... remember that and believe.
Cyrus tosses the microphone back to the ring announcer as Rainmaker's music hits.
Report: Fresh off winning his PWF contract, Rainmaker starts off the match with a bang and has Cyrus in all sorts of trouble early bouncing his head off a catalog of bins, lids and various other household items. Cyrus fights back and takes control and taking the crowd out of the match with a rear chinlock. Cyrus then works over Rainmaker's neck with a variety of technical wrestling holds. Drawing numerous chorus's of boos and some less than friendly chants. Spurred on by the crowd chanting his name, Rainmaker manages to put Cyrus down with a hit from a heavy weapon. Rainmaker makes a brief comeback, even coming close to hitting his finisher, but is thwarted by an unintentional use of a trashcan by Cyrus which had been set up in the corner earlier. Cyrus takes advantage and finishes Rainmaker with the Cold Snap (STO).
Backstage, The Cult stands around their lockerroom. Zion is pacing up and down one side of the room, his new belt sitting ignored on a nearby chair. As he steps the huge fists clench and unclench manically. Golgotha stands near the center, staring a hole into Toran. Obviously, Spectre isn't here due to his knee injury. Toran stands with fists in the center of the room, chin held high and a look of defiance on his face.
Zion: Toran! You agreed to come and help us
Toran: I agreed to come and help my brother
Zion: THEN HELP!
Zion kicks and knocks a chair flying like it was made of balsa wood.
Golgotha: Toran, you agreed to help your brother. Truth is, here in the Cult, we are all in the same family, and we are all brothers with God being our Father. So if you want to help Zion, like you claim, you must also help out the rest of your family.
Zion: Exactly.
Toran smirks
Toran: And what did you call End of the World? Did I not help you? Did I not win the match for myself and Spectre?
Zion: You should have destroyed him!!! It was 2 on 1!
Toran: What happened to you Zion? What happened to the man I use to know, who would stand against this reign of anarchy and terror? Huh?
Zion: I woke up little brother....
Toran: Woke up to what? This charlatan??
Toran sweeps a hand indicating Golgotha and storms out of the room
Golgotha: Whatever stupid sibling rivalry lies between you two, Zion, I want it solved, and solved fast! I don't have time for this right now! Unfortunatly, I have pressing matters elsewhere, otherwise, I'd settle things between you two.
The PWF telecast fades into a shot of the backstage area where Grimm and Hanibal are seen walking down the hall. The two seem to be curiously discussing something and instantly shut up as they see Michael Pellington walk by. Grimm catches up to Pellington and taps him on the shoulder.
Pellington: Ah yes! And what can I help you two with?
Hanibal: It's like this Mr. P
Hanibal puts his arm around Mr. Pellington. Pellington looks back at Hanibal, obviously not very comfortable...
Pellington: Pellington!
Hanibal ignores Mr. Pellington and continues on
Hanibal: since we've been gone its no stretch to say, ratings here in the PWF have taken a total plunge!
Pellington: Oh?
Grimm: Yes and we'd like to help change that and bring those rating back up to where they rightfully belong.
Hanibal: Hell after our debut earlier I'm sure they've sky rocketed off the charts!
Pellington smirks at Hanibal, than nods to Grimm
Pellington: I'm listening…
Hanibal: First off we'd like to thank you everrrr so much for rehiring us and I know I this is a given, but you won't be disappointed one bit..
Pellington: But?
Hanibal: But…Since we have a one year unconditional contract….we think there should be some change in rankings
Pellington: Rankings? How so?
Hanibal: Well first off, we both feel it is only fair to hand us the title shots we rightfully deserve! I myself, the world title and for junior...hmm maybe a lightweight title shot?
Grimm gives Hanibal a stern look. Hanibal smiles obviously.
Pellington: Look boys, I'd "love" to give you title matches but as you know, you both have unfinished business here in the PWF
Both men look at each other. Hanibal rolls his eyes letting out a loud sigh.
Grimm: uhh...what is this unfinished business you speak of? …I'll do this business…and dammit I'll do it 10 times better than you've ever seen it done before! Hell, I haven't been out of action for 6 months to just sit back on my return…I want a match!
Hanibal: Yea...give him a match!
Pellington: Well perfect, because that's exactly what I had in mind. But before you even see a title shot you must first complete something you were obligated to do before you left the company…
Grimm shakes his head as his eyes open up widely. He plays it off like he doesn't care. He looks up at Pellington and notices he doesn't buy the fake laughter.
Grimm: Please Mr. Pellington don't make me do that stupid dress stipulation! Anything but that!
Mr. Pellington looks confused for a second and then gets a smirk on his face
Pellington: Ah…yes the stipulation made by Johnny Lang…which you DID agree to. I wasn't going to make that part of the match, but it will be Grimm vs. Johnny Lang in the Date with Destiny match that never occurred…
Grimm smirks arrogantly and nods at Hanibal
Pellington: Oh Grimm one more thing....I hope during those 6 months you were training, because you know that dress stipulation you agreed to that I just mentioned? It will be in effect just as planned one year ago!
Grimm: BUT...
Pellington: That is final! Good day gentleman...
Mr. Pellington struts off in the direction he was headed as Hanibal calms Grimm down who is obviously upset.
Hanibal: Don't worry, Your Hero has a plan...
Grimm looks hopelessly at Hanibal as the camera fades to black
Stanyer: I see neither Grimm nor Hanibal has lost any of their cockiness.
Poppa: Grimm got put in his place though!!! Now he has to face Jonny Lang, and if he loses, then he'll be forced to wear a dress for 30 days!!!
Stanyer: This should be interesting…
If Lang wins, Grimm must wear a Dress for 30 days.
Credit: The Pelican
Report: Lang comes out to the ring at the start of the match carrying a variety of dresses. He holds them up, as if he is deciding which dress Grimm will wear after he wins. Grimm's music hits and he looks seriously pissed off as he runs down to the ring. He unleashes a violent offense, dominating Lang from start to finish. Lang gets a quick clothesline to halt the onslaught briefly and goes to pick up a dress but Grimm is far from finished as Lang gets caught holding the dress. He begs off but Grimm pummels Lang in the corner and wraps the dress around his neck and flips him out of the corner. He hits the Fear Factor shortly afterwards and takes a clean victory to end the match he never wanted. Post match he takes the dresses, rips them apart and then dumps them on Lang's lifeless body before leaving.
The camera cuts to Pellington's office. Mike is pacing around furiously for a few seconds when the door suddenly bursts open. Nightshade storms into the room already in mid-sentence.
Nightshade: ...still don't know who the fuck Desperation is!
Pellington's face distorts in anger as he looks up at Nightshade.
Nightshade: Dammit Mike! You told me that I'd find out who the hell Desperation was... You said you'd help me!
Pellington is officially fuming mad.
Pellington: God dammit Nightshade! I don't have time for your shit! I have more important things to worry about than finding out who some guy in a fucking mask is! I don't care who the fucker is. You had your fucking chance at the End of the World and you couldn't fucking do it.
Nightshade stares Pellington down and slowly shakes his head. He puts his hands up to back Pellington off.
Nightshade: Hey, you know what man? I'm sorry, now probably isn't the best time to come in here and talk about this. I'll come back sometime later this week once some of this shit blows over.
Pellington sighs.
Pellington: No, I'm sorry, I'm not mad at you Nightshade... Don't leave just yet...
He goes over to his desk and sits down. He motions for Nightshade to take a seat too.
Pellington: Believe it or not, I am doing something to help you. I've appointed a private investigator named Shane Dight to find out the identity of Desperation.
Nightshade looks a little disappointed.
Pellington: He'll be here next week and will report directly to you. That's all I can do at the present.
Nightshade sighs.
Nightshade: This isn't what I expected...
Pellington's face begins to drop into anger again.
Nightshade: ...but, considering what has been happening around here tonight, I don't think you'll be willing to do anything else.
Nightshade stands up.
Nightshade: Thanks Mike, this'll do just fine.
He turns toward the door and leaves as Pellington rubs his forehead before the camera cuts out.
Poppa: Wo!! What was up with the boss? He seemed real pissed off about something.
Stanyer: That was strange, we've seen him three other times tonight, and he was fine, but I guess this time he was caught by surprise. But he was clearly angry about something before Nightshade arrived.
Poppa: But angry about what? Or Who?
Stanyer: I'm afraid I don't know, perhaps time will reveal the answer to that question. Anyway, we promised everyone that we would finish off that EotW Injury Report, and as we are nearing the time for our Main Event, we'd better squeeze it in now.
Poppa: Well, I'm told that Kilgore isn't here tonight, he was taken from the Hospital by Psycore, and we haven't heard from him since.
Stanyer: Interesting. As for Splinter & Solo, well, we caught up with them earlier.
The scene opens with jerkily shot pictures of Splinter being rushed to hospital, passing in and out of conciousness, a doctor runs up to the cameraman.
Doctor: Its really not appropriate for you to be filming right now, this man is badly hurt. Please leave.
The scene cuts to static, the scene fades back in as Splinter is helped into a car, limping badly with many visible injuries on his body. The car drives off, the same doctor turns to the cameraman again.
Doctor: In my opinion he should still be in there...
He points to the hospital.
Doctor: But I suppose some people just refuse to let others help them.
Again the scene cuts to static again, it opens back up on Splinter jogging on a treadmill, he is still clearly injured with several areas of his body bandages and a few scars here and there. He presses a button on the treadmill, Splinter steps off and walks up to the camera.
Splinter: They said it'd take months for Splinter to be training again. It took weeks.
Splinter smiles, there is something dark hidden behind the grin though, a look of malice possibly or maybe even denial, unable to cope with the severity of his injuries.
Splinter: They said it'd take even longer for Splinter to return to the ring. Cyrus was probably thinking of throwing a party when he heard about that, but guess what deWynter... You can't keep Splinter down. Throw him through glass, slam him on nails or watch him fall from a death defying height... You can't stop what you can't understand. You'll never understand the Definition Of Insane, Cyrus... You can't understand what drives him or what keeps him going. Thats why you, the most undeserving Extreme Champion of all time, will never EVER stop the Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak.
Splinter clenches his fists, his knuckles crack as he winces, obviously straining an injury even with that simple movement. He takes a few seconds to shrug off the pain before continuing.
Splinter: This pain is nothing deWynter, nothing compared to what Splinter has planned for you. Splinter has heard you mouthing off Cyrus and Splinter ain't best pleased. You just better pray they were right... Because otherwise the Hardcore Chair Swinging Freak is coming for you and this time it aint Splinter who's ending up in hospital.
Splinter walks over to a rowing machine and sits down as the camera once again fades to static.
Camera Man tries to enter Solo's Locker room, but is immediately rushed out by some well dressed man. Johnny Mayhem appears in the picture trying to get the mans attention. The man turns his attention to Johnny for a moment and nods in approval of something.
Mayhem: "It seems obvious that Solo does not wish to be disturbed tonight. Since you agreed to speak on behave of Solo can you tell us what his statis for tonight? Did he suffer any injuries that are known suffered from The Triple Hell In A Cell at the End of the World IV Pay-Per-View?"
Man: "To answer your first question as Mr. Solo's agent the answer is confidential. From what is known Mr. Solo did say that if need be he will participate tonight. Rest assure that if did suffer any injuries Mr. Solo would not be here tonight."
Mayhem: "Now that we know who you are and what is going on as far as Solo physical well being. Can you tell us if he has any plans for tonight other than being in attendence?"
The Agent looks away from the camera holding his hand toward Johnny Mayhem informing him in One second. Then turning his attention back to the camera.
Agent: "As for your third question Mr. Solo would tell you himself exactly what I'm going to tell you right now. Someone going to feel the pain, Painful Memories. Victim's, are not we all?!?"
The Agent then proceeds back into the Locker room keeping Mayhem and the Camera Man out. Voices can be heard and what sounds like Solo laughing.
Stanyer: Well that's the end of the Injury Report. Next we have the main event, which is of course for the PWF Unified World Heavyweight Championship. And sees Antonio Gambino challenging Sabre.
Poppa: No surprise that I'm favouring Gambino in this contest.
Stanyer: None at all. I feel that the crowd is going to get behind Gambino as well, this could well be his last chance to become the PWF World Champion, and the fans will be willing him on. However, personally, I think that now Sabre will be out to prove a point, that he deserves to be the World Champion. It will be a very close match, but I think the fact that Sabre is the champion will push him just far enough to pick up the win.
Poppa: We'll have to wait and see.
Credit: The Pelican
Report: Gambino and Sabre clash in the centre of the ring. They tie up with Gambino slipping behind Sabre and locking in a waistlock. A few clubs to the back and then Gambino goes for a Back Drop. Sabre escapes and lands on his feet. He then springs up and dropkicks Gambino in the back of the head, sending him staggering across the ring. Gambino spins around and tries to take out Sabre with a clothesline, but Sabre ducks it and then spins around to nail Gambino with a right hand. He backs it up with a few more right hands, but you should never pick a fist fight with Gambino, who blocks one of Sabre's punches and then unleashes a lightning volley of right hands knocking Sabre back into the turnbuckle. Gambino whips Sabre to the opposite corner and then charges in, but Sabre lifts himself up and then rolls Gambino up with a Jack Briscoe rollup. ………1 ……….2 …. Gambino kicks out easily. Both are back to their feet quickly and Sabre connects with a couple of quick right hands. Gambino comes back with a hard kick to the gut and then he plants Sabre with a Suplex. Gambino comes off the ropes and drives an Elbow into Sabre's gut and then goes for a cover. ……….1 ………..2 ……. Sabre kicks out quite easily. Sabre gets to his feet quickly and takes a few quick right hands from Gambino, who whips him into the ropes and sends him high into the air with a Back Body Drop. Sabre staggers to his feet and Gambino whips him into the ropes and then immediately follows him in and crashes into him with a heavy clothesline. Sabre slumps down in the corner and Gambino begins to stomp him down before using his right boot to choke Sabre, while Mark Johnson gives him a 5 count to force him to break the choke hold.
Stanyer: Gambino using all the tricks in the book as always.
Poppa: I have no objection to him choking the life out of Sabre, in fact, I'm rather disappointed that he let go.
Stanyer: Well, he won't beat Sabre by getting disqualified.
Poppa: Details, details.
Gambino pulls Sabre up and slams him headfirst into the turnbuckle. He hits a few right hands and then pulls him into the middle of the ring and whips him into the ropes. Gambino goes for a clothesline, but Sabre ducks it and then springs onto the 2nd rope. He then dives off backwards with a Cross Body Block and takes Gambino down. Both are back up quickly and Gambino goes for an aggressive clothesline, but Sabre easily ducks it and cracks Gambino on the jaw with a stiff kick. Sabre goes for the cover. ………..1 ………..2 ……….. Gambino easily kicks out. Sabre leaps onto the 2nd rope and commands Gambino to get to his feet. Although probably not because of Sabre's command, Gambino does get to his feet and Sabre leaps off the 2nd rope with a flawless Missile Dropkick. Gambino starts to use the ropes to get to his feet. As Gambino leans into the ropes, Sabre charges him, presumably trying to send him over the top rope to the outside, but Gambino ducks down and launches Sabre up into the air, but Sabre is agile enough to hang onto the top rope and brings himself down on the apron. Gambino turns to grab Sabre, but gets caught and takes an Eye Poke. Sabre then springboards off the top rope and takes Gambino down with a perfect Hurricanranna into a Pin. ……….1 ………..2 ………… Gambino just escapes the pinning hold. Sabre drags Gambino up and then takes him down with a Snapmare, he then bounces off the ropes and catches him with a Dropkick to the back of the head. He then goes for a cover. ……….1 ……….2 ……… Gambino gets his shoulder up. Sabre pulls Gambino up and hooks his head and then runs up the turnbuckle and swings around to deliver a Tornado DDT. A little of the old Sabre creeps through as Sabre covers using just one boot on Gambino's chest. ………..1 ………….2 …. Gambino easily escapes the Cocky Pin. Sabre leaves Gambino to stagger to his feet while he climbs to the top rope. He stands up, but is sent crashing back down as Gambino staggers into the turnbuckle - deliberately - and crotches Sabre on the top rope. Gambino then struggles over to the corner and climbs up onto the 2nd turnbuckle. He then hooks Sabre up and summons what strength he can find to deliver a huge Superplex. Both men stay down as Mark Johnson starts a 10 count.
Stanyer: That Superplex could turn the tide of this contest, there is a great chance we could see Gambino crowned a 3-time PWF World Champion.
Poppa: Well, 4-time if you count the old PWF, but I really hope so. Anything to get Sabre off the top of the PWF.
Stanyer: You're going to get into trouble with your anti-Sabre stuff you know. Someone will get tired of hearing it eventually.
Poppa: Not me though.
Both men slowly get to their feet as Mark Johnson reaches 8 on his count. Gambino strikes out with a lazy right hand. Sabre, the fresher of the two, despite the Superplex, comes back with a pair of right hands. Gambino comes back with a kick to the gut and then whips Sabre to the ropes, but the champion reverses the irish whip only to be caught off guard as Gambino nearly splits him in two with a Spear. Gambino slams his fist into the mat and then gets to his feet, a look of grim determination on his face. Sabre struggles to his feet holding his gut. Gambino beats him back into the ropes with hard right hands and then whips him across the ring. Gambino then charges and sends Sabre through a loop with a devastating Power Clothesline. Gambino goes for a cover. ……….1 ………2 ……….. Sabre just kicks out. Gambino stands off Sabre as he starts to get to his feet. Sabre staggers to his feet and Gambino grabs Sabre and puts him In Harm's Way (Sambo Suplex). He hooks the leg for a cover …………1 ………..2 ………… Sabre just hangs on to his World Title by getting his left shoulder up in time. Gambino pulls Sabre up to his feet and signals for the end of the match and goes for the Gambino Facebuster, but Sabre blocks it with a stiff elbow and then he plants Gambino with a Reverse DDT. He shakes off the cobwebs as he begins to climb to the top turnbuckle. He signals for the 450 Splash and then goes for it, but Gambino gets his knees up and Sabre gets one nasty landing. As Sabre rolls around holding his gut, Gambino gets to his feet and pulls Sabre to his feet, he is about to deliver the Gambino Facebuster when some familiar music begins to play, he tosses Sabre down, clearly having anticipated something like this, but he gets the shock of his life when he finds out who has interuppted the match.
Stanyer: JASON HUNT!!!!
Poppa: What the hell? Is he supposed to be here?
Stanyer: I have no idea whatsoever.
Hunt stands in the aisle as his music "Do you call my name" by RA continues to play. He smiles as Gambino stares at him, more with curiosity than anything. Sabre starts to get to his feet and is about to attack Gambino when he sees Hunt and stops. Both Gambino & Sabre stare at Hunt, who then removes the jacket he is wearing to reveal a T-Shirt with "nRw" on it. Then the crowd starts to shout and scream at the two wrestlers in the ring, as Hanibal & Grimm are now standing behind them wearing the same nRw T-Shirts, and armed with Steel Chairs. Gambino and Sabre both turn around together, and both take simultaneous Chair Shots to the head. Sabre crashes into the mat, while Gambino hits the deck and then rolls out of the ring. Hunt paces down the aisle and then picks up Gambino and whips him full speed into the Steel Steps.
Poppa: What is the meaning of this? nRw, doesn't that stand for New Revolution Wrestling?
Stanyer: It certainly does, and it has nothing to do with the PWF, at least until now it didn't.
Hunt is stomping down Gambino on the outside, while Hanibal & Grimm beat on Sabre. There is a loud pop as Brod comes racing down the aisle to come to Sabre's aid. He does well against Hanibal & Grimm, managing to hold both of them off at once, but he is caught from behind by Hunt and then the three stomp down both members of DUX. Hunt then points to Gambino and the three men smile. Hanibal goes to the outside and drags Gambino up and throws him into the ring.
Stanyer: Uh oh, it looks like these three have plans for Gambino, and I don't think those plans are in Gambino's favour!!
Poppa: Why can't they pick on Sabre?
Hunt picks up one of the Steel Chairs while Hanibal & Grimm hold one of Gambino's arm, waiting for Hunt to deliver the killer chair shot. But then there is a commotion as Crucyfix comes running down the aisle with a Steel Chair. He slides into the ring, and the action pauses for a moment, until Crucyfix indicates that he wants to be the one to deliver the steel chair shot. Hunt smiles and steps aside to let Crucyfix do the work. Crucyfix raises the steel chair high in the air and then cracks not Gambino, but Hanibal over the head with the chair. He turns to swing at Grimm, who dodges out of the way and rolls out of the ring. Crucyfix turns around to find Hunt, but he's also left the ring.
Stanyer: What the hell? I don't get it? Why did Crucyfix help Gambino? He's spent most of his time in the PWF targetting Gambino, and now he helps him?
Poppa: Don't ask me, but he's just made 3 enemies, as Hunt, Hanibal & Grimm will not be happy that Crucyfix has spoiled their homecoming party.
Crucyfix, still carrying the chair, exchanges words with Hunt, Hanibal and Grimm as they back up the aisle. Gambino is getting to his feet when he sees Crucyfix standing in the ring holding a steel chair. He looks out of the ring and sees Hunt, Hanibal and Grimm backing up the aisle. Crucyfix is heard yelling "Forget about them, your ass is mine!!". He then tosses the Steel Chair down. He and Gambino stare at each other across the ring, then Gambino rolls out of the ring and starts to back up the aisle, holding the back of his head. Out by the announcers table, Sabre & Brod are picking themselves up, wondering what the hell has just happened. Gambino & Crucyfix continue to stare at each other.
Stanyer: We're out of time folks!!! We'll see you next week!!!
Credits
This week, Promos were written by the following people and included in the show.
Opening Segment - Gambino, Crucyfix & Sabre
Hanibal/Grimm Return Segment - Hanibal
Cruyfix Office Segment - Crucyfix & Pellington
Individual Segments by Golgotha, Davey K & Sabre
Extreme Title Opening Promo - Cyrus deWynter
Cult Promo - Zion & Golgotha
Booking Grimm v Lang - Grimm
Angry Boss Segment - Nightshade & Pellington
Personal Injury Reports - Splinter & Solo
Recap Match Reports by Brod & Pellington, Main Event by Pellington.
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