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Staples Center
Los Angeles,California
3rd January 2004
Attendance: 19,911
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome to Saturday Night Havoc!!! We're your hosts for the evening, I'm Jason Stanyer, and alongside me is my usual co-host, Big Poppa.
Poppa: You make it sound like people don't know who you are… you must have hosted about a 100 PWF shows by now…
Stanyer: Probably, but still, it's a good way to open the show.
Poppa: Well before the show really gets under way, we should discuss what's been happening since we went off the air last week. There's been a lot of discussion in the locker room regarding the return of Jason Hunt, Grimm & Hanibal, who it seems have declared themselves as a separate group from the PWF, under the banner of "nRw", New Revolution Wrestling for those who haven't heard that acronym before.
Stanyer: The question most people are asking is "Why did Mr. Pellington re-sign them?"
Poppa: After the way they left the company last time, it was indeed a surprise when he announced their return. But I think it is the act of a desperate man. The PWF has been in a slump since the collapse of the Roster Split last Spring, and while I may not agree with his decision, if it helps the PWF, then it's a good thing.
Stanyer: I heard a rumour that someone in the PWF influenced the decision, although no word on who that might have been. It's just speculation at the moment, and it seems rather unlikely.
Poppa: Unlike the rumours regarding dissention within The Cult.
Stanyer: Indeed, the clash between Toran & Zion last week has not served to aid the newly formed group.
Poppa: As the leader, I think Golgotha needs to take control of the situation and sort it out as quickly as possible, before the Cult crashes and burns before it ever gets anywhere.
Stanyer: I quite agree. Well, I'm told that Mr. Pellington is on his way to the ring, so we should quickly run through tonights card before the show gets under way.
Toran Crest v Disciple
Jason Ross v Rainmaker
Cyrus de Wynter v Kilgore(Extreme Title)
Rex Idol v Zion Crest (US Title)
Spectre v Splinter
Golgotha v Davey K v Homicide (World Title #1 Contenders Match)
Matt Van Dam v Brod
Main Event: Jason Hunt, Hanibal & Grimm v Sabre, Gambino & Crucyfix
Stanyer: Some interesting matchups there, including the debut of 2 new PWF Superstars, Disciple & Jason Ross, it will be interesting to see both men in action for the first time.
Poppa: The Main Event is the most interesting match to me, not only does the nRw feature as a group for the first time, but look who their opponents are. Gambino & Sabre faced each other last week for the World Title, and Crucyfix appears to have set his sights on defeating Gambino. How on earth are those 3 going to get along?
Stanyer: I'm certainly questioning the booking on that one, it should make for an interesting contest anyway. As should the #1 Contenders Match. All 3 men were in the main event at The End of the World, and I'm certain they will put up the fight of their lives to get a 2nd chance at becoming the PWF World Champion.
Poppa: Too right they will, and we've got a ringside seat.
Stanyer: Well, the boss is on his way to the ring now, time to get this show on the road.
"The Memory Remains" by Metallica hits as the PWF Owner, Mr. Michael Pellington walks through the curtain wearing his trademark grey suit & tie. He paces down to the ring, smiling at a few of the fans along the aisle. The crowds reaction is mixed, some cheer him simply because of who he is, others boo him because of what he did last week in bringing back Hunt, Hanibal & Grimm. Regardless, he climbs into the ring and takes a microphone from the ring announcer.
Stanyer: It will be interesting to hear what the boss has to say after last weeks controversial events.
Pellington: "Hello everyone and welcome to another Saturday Night Havoc. I know the question that is burning most of your throats, so I'll cut straight to it. You want to know why I signed nRw to the PWF. The answer is simple - I wanted to shake things up, to make things happen in the PWF. And so far, it's worked damn well. The Locker Room is buzzing over their return, it's all the fans are talking about. It's dominating the headlines at the moment. The PWF needed an injection to bring it back to life, and the nRw is that injection."
The crowd give a mixed response to Pellington's words, although they lean more towards the boos.
Pellington: "In fact, I was so confident of their success, I booked tonights main event only days after they'd signed their contracts. I know their return won't please everyone, but even those who despise the nRw know that this is a good move for business, and that is my most important job. If I have to sacrifice my own popularity, so be it. There are those in the locker room that welcome the return of Hunt, Hanibal & Grimm, there are others who don't want anything to do with them, but the 3 are signed to iron-clad contracts, they are here to stay, and everyone will simply have to get used to them being here."
That statement brings a definitive chorus of boos from the crowd.
Pellington: "On to other matters, firstly concerning tonight's #1 Contenders Match, I want to make this absolutely clear to everyone. Whoever wins that match will go on to face Sabre in a straight one on one contest at the next PPV. Whoever wins that match will be the sole #1 contender, and that will NOT be changed."
A few muffled cheers for that, but most fans are still angry at Pellington's previous statements.
Pellington: "There is, however, another change that is to be made to the #1 Contenders Match, but I won't need to tell you that after Homicide has made his announcement. So now I call Homicide down to the ring."
The arena blackens and the opening cords of "Awake" by Godsmack are guitarred, breaking the silence of the crowd. On the UltraTron, a scene of mass destruction appears with three distant objects violently stampeding toward screen. They loop out of view, then consecutively RECOGNIZE.. OR.. REALIZE stamp the screen in dripping blood words, making them appear to shatter through glass when they collide with it, keying silver explosions (representing the glass) to reach the rafters from the stage with each of the 3! The music is now at full intensity and the arena lights begin to flicker in a red fiasco. The crowd erupts into a fury of boos and jeers when the curtain moves aside and His Massacreness steps out on the stage and swaggers down to ringside, occasionally giving the odd fan an angry glare. He climbs up on the apron on the outside and poses (like Ken Shamrock) revealing his buff physique, then appearing to snap and his inner-aggression overtakes him while he is being introduced..
James: "Making his way to the ring, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, He is "The REAL Boston Massacre" ... HOMICIDE!!!"
Homicide takes the mic from Mr. Pellington, his mood seems to change to become more solemn.
Homicide: "I won't say I'm not one for long speeches, because I quite often am, but I am not one to beat around the bush. I'm here to make a major announcement regarding my career, and I'm going to cut straight to it. I'm retiring, The End of the World's Main Event will stand as the last time I set foot into a wrestling ring."
Although they have spent the past few months booing, cursing & taunting Homicide, the reaction now is much more mixed.
Homicide: "I've had just shy of 3 good years with the PWF, and although I'd obviously have preferred to end it on a high note, I'm happy to end my career by going out at the top. I've held 3 of the PWF's Major Titles, and I am proud to say that I was the PWF World Heavyweight Champion. I'd like to thank all of the guys in the back for making the PWF such a great place to wrestle, and of course, I have to thank all of you fans, you are what makes the PWF so special. I'd also like to thank the boss here, for giving me the oppurtunity to wrestle for the PWF. But now it's time for me to say goodbye, so I'll just say it, Thank you everyone, for everything, and Goodbye."
Stanyer: Homicide has been a great servant of the PWF, and will be remembered as one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. He will be missed.
Poppa: Hear, Hear!!
Homicide turns towards the entrance way, and is taken by surprise as he sees the entire roster lining the entrance way, along with most of the backstage & support crew. As Homicide climbs out of the ring, they start applauding, something the crowd are already doing. A tear slides down Homicide's face as some of his emotional state breaks through the outward Boston Toughness. Homicide slowly makes his way down the aisle, shaking hands with those who offer one to him. Finally he reaches the top of the aisle and raises his fist in the air to a huge cheer from the crowd, he then turns and walks through the curtain as the camera fades to black.
Toran: There's been alot of talk, and even more problems lately based around my choice of ethics. The Cult.... my own BROTHER can't seem to understand this. I figure with the disrespect I've recieved from other wrestlers here, they were even more clueless. So I thought I'd take this moment to explain something people need to know. The code. My code. This set of morals that guide my hand and life. So sit down junior, pull up a desk, grab a sheet of paper and take notes. There's alot of you here that could do well to learn from this.
Toran: Five rules
Toran: Rule 1. Respect your opponent. In and outside the ring, treat them with the respect you'd want them to treat you.... easier said than done sometimes.
Rule 2. No cowardice. That means no running from an overpowering opponent, no hiding, no sneaking, no attacking them from behind. I'm up front and truthful of myself, I do not lie. And if my mouth and beliefs put me in harms way I will stand and face it. Regardless the odds or how impossible my victory is. If you question this, watch old Slaughterhouse matches and you'll see my words in action.
Rule 3. Man to Man. I do all my own work, I don't hire people, and I don't ask for help.
Rule 4. Acceptance. This throws some people. Will I remove a turnbuckle pad and put someone's head into the steel? Yes. Why? Because when they sign for a match they *accept* that this is a possiblility. Will I get a steel chair? No. Why? Because a steel chair is not commonly accepted as a part of the match. I accept every match I go into knowing what will be involved. And I expect my opponents come to the ring to accept the same. If someone comes to meet me in a Hardcore match, then they come down ACCEPTING that I will use every ability in my means to win. And likewise, I accept that so will they.
Rule 5. Loyalty......... and this comes down to what the whole deal now is about isn't it? Loyalty...... to each their own I guess. If you need a definition here, check a damned dictionary.....
With that Toran stands and leaves, heading for the ring.
Stanyer: Welcome back folks, I won't say any more about Homicide, I think the final pictures summed things up perfectly.
Poppa: Indeed.
Stanyer: We move swiftly on to our opening match, as Toran Crest is scheduled to take on a recent PWF signing in Disciple. I'm afraid I don't know much about Disciple at the moment, I'm sure we'll find out in due course however.
Credit: Brod
Report: Toran starts off the match with a clean break when he backs Disciple into the ropes but the favour isn't returned and he gets raked in the eyes. The brief advantage see Disciple attempt a suplex but a quick reversal sees Toran take it back. Toran then takes to the PWF newcomer with a few quick lessons in mat wrestling clinging onto an arm and stretching it. Disciple then uses some ring prescence to escape a standing hammerlock by running towards the ropes and sending Toran to the arena floor with the momentum. Toran makes it up the apron and to the ropes when Disciple attempts a sunset flip to the outside. Toran punches out of it and Disciple slump to the arena floor himself. Both men are quickly recovered and back in the ring slugging it out. Disciple gets the better of it and goes for a quick finish but Toran shows his experience and takes an opening to unleash his brother's finisher the 'Destruction'. He takes a brief moment to yell at the cameras ringside, taunting Brod inparticular, before picking up the easy pin. Zion quickly comes out after the match and tells Toran to finish the job, saying that his opponent hasn't had enough and teach to Disciple a lesson for daring to stand up to the Cult. Toran doesn't bother, saying that his point is proven and the match is over. Zion chastises his brother as we cut to the backstage area.
The camera cuts to the back where we are following a short, fat man in an overcoat and old school detective hat. He walks briskly, despite the lit cigar in his mouth. He seems to be mumbling to himself in a gruff, unintelligible voice. The man walks up to an anonymous stagehand and pulls out his cigar.
Man: The name's Dight... Shane Dight. I'm here about the Desperation mystery...
The stagehand looks at him with a blank stare.
Dight: I need to know the location of PWF mogul, Michael Pellington's office, PWF superstar, Nightshade's locker room, and... the men's room.
The stagehand continues to look at him blankly as the camera fades out.
Stanyer: Welcome back folks, we're ready for our next match, as our second of tonight's debutants, Jason Ross will make his debut against another of the PWF's more recent arrivals, Rainmaker.
Poppa: Should be an interesting contest, we know quite a bit about Rainmaker, as he has quite a record in SEW, but we know little about Jason Ross, this should be interesting.
"Bullets" by Creed hits and the crowd has a mixed reaction. Two red pyros shoot out of the stage as Jason Ross struts out. He walks down the to the ring ignoring the offers for high-fives. He slides under the bottom rope and grabs the mic out of the announcer's hand.
Poppa: I guess Ross want's to kickstart his career with a speech, interesting.
Jason Ross: Cut the music. Cut it!
The music stops.
Jason Ross: I must congratulate you people here tonight...You're witnessing the debut of the next star. PWF's Next Superstar!
The crowd has no reaction.
Jason Ross: What? No cheering for The Kid? No Cheering for the next star?
Crowd is silent.
Jason Ross: Well, You will be cheering me after my match tonight! After Tonight, I'll be walking out with a win and the satisfaction of knowing I've proved myself. Tonight, Rainmaker...-
The crowd cheers at the sound of his name.
Jason Ross: Oh Shut up! You cheer a loser like Rainmaker, and boo Jason Ross??
Crowd boos loudly.
Jason Ross: Pathetic...I can't believe it. You don't realize who I am...Jason Ross...Next Star of PWF...and you boo me.
Crowd continues booing Jason.
Jason Ross: Forget you guys. Rainmaker, I wouldn't bother showing up. Leave if you're here. You have absolutly no chance to beat me.
Crowd boos more.
Jason Ross: Why waste my breath? Why waste my valuable time trying to get through to you assholes when you just boo me? All of you...Watch my match, be amazed...and then you will cheer me. Then you will appreciate Jason Ross.
Jason tosses the mic to the unsuspecting announcer. He paces around the ring waiting for Rainmaker with a sneer on his face as the crowd continues booing.
Credit: Brod
Report: With Rainmaker being the solid crowd favourite after hearing those few words from Ross he starts out with some throws and a back suplex making Ross bail to the outside drawing more boos from the crowd. After getting the mic from the ring announcer and berating the fans for getting on his case, he gets met by Rainmaker who had enough of the pause, and gets nailed from behind. Rainmaker then whips him into the security railing and rams his head into the ring apron before pressing him over his head and tossing him into the ring through the ropes. Jason begs off into the corner and motioning to the referee for a time out. Rainmaker has none of it and grips him by the hair and props him into the corner for some knife edge chops and a few clubbing forearms as Ross doubled over. A hard irish whip into the opposite corner then had Ross in trouble, reaching for his lower back, as Rainmaker followed up with some bodyslams and a vertical suplex. After some more punishment to that region he nails 'The Perfect Storm' (Full Nelson Facedrop) before shooting to the top strand and attempting the 'Raindrop' (Swanton) but nobody is home. Ross quickly gets a low blow and ties up Rainmaker and gets the three! Rainmaker groggily gets to his feet but Ross is already on the outside of the ring getting his hand raised looking the worse for wear.
Poppa: Well, well, well… Jason Ross picks up the win on his debut, albeit one very, very cheap win.
Stanyer: Let's hope it doesn't start a trend…
We cut to the backstage area, where we see Cyrus walking confidently through the various corridors as he makes his way down to the ring. The Extreme Title is safely around his waist. We quickly cut to the Medical Room where Kilgore is sitting their solemnly, waiting for a few patches to get their finishing touches. He has the look of a man who doesn't want medical treatment, especially as he maintains a stare directed towards his mentor, Psycore, who is seated opposite him. We then move on to the next segment.
Backstage we see Toran sitting down, as Zion paces in front of him. Zion continues speaking as he walks.
Zion: Toran, please you must understand. The Cult are in danger, always! Constantly! We need to remain vigilant, we must watch for the wolves my brother. Keep them from our flock. Understand Toran, there are times for honor and pride, and there are times to cast those aside.... now is that time Toran.
Zion stops in front of Toran and clasps him on the shoulder
Zion: We are blood Toran, brothers and friends. I have never led you astray. You need to learn and trust me. Golgotha knows what he is doing, he's wise my brother, and he's experienced. He know what must be done. We do not so this for ourselves. We do this for the good of the federation as a whole. Understand, sometimes to battle demons you must become one yourself...... you know this Toran.
Toran looks up to him
Zion: It's important to us that we hold these titles. I expect you to make your decision Toran, I will not lose this title back to the dogs of this federation, I will not allow this belt to spread it's taint through the remaining souls here. I know you will come if your help is needed, you are my brother.
With that said Zion walks off, Toran sits there a moment then smirks and leans back closing his eyes and thinking.
Stanyer: This argument between Zion & Toran is pushing a stake towards the heart of the Cult at the moment. It needs only a good push and it would drive in and finish the Cult off for good.
Poppa: I've the belief that Toran won't ignore the fact that Zion is his blood, and will come to his aid, whenever Zion needs him.
Stanyer: The look on Toran's face at the end gave me the opposite impression, but only time will tell. Now we look forward to this Extreme Title Match between Kilgore & Cyrus.
Poppa: Kilgore is a dangerous man, although I fear that the injuries he sustained at EotW will give Cyrus enough of an edge to pick up the win tonight - though that may not be the case in the future.
Credit: Brod
Report: Kilgore dives out of the ring and runs up the ramp and meets Cyrus halfway. Both men exchange punches back and forth before Kilgore blocks a punch and hits a suplex. Kilgore mounts Cyrus and begins to lay into him with punches but the referee comes out and attempts to get the match started officially in the ring. Kilgore picks up the dazed Cyrus and tosses him in the ring. He goes under the ring searching for some weaponry and finds a few baking trays and a trash can and tosses them into the ring. Cyrus tries to kick them away from his spot on the canvas but wears a few shots to the head from the lid keeping him grounded. Kilgore then whips him to the ropes and claps the two baking trays over Cyrus' head. A slow tow count is met with disdain as Kilgore gets in the ref's face and demands a faster count. He goes back to Cyrus and lifts him to his feet. He tries another whip to the ropes but Cyrus reverses and nails a high dropkick and keeps the advantage by hitting a diving clothesline. Cyrus goes over to the turnbuckles and hops onto the second rope. He slaps his elbow before diving off and hitting a front elbow drop. Cyrus is also quick to get on the referees case with the slow count but as he berates the ref, Kilgore gets to his feet. Cyrus turns around and and charges him. Kilgore ducks and propels Cyrus into the turnbuckle, knocking the air out of his lungs. This gives Kilgore time to slide out and grab another weapon, this time removing the timekeeper from a chair. Cyrus is two steps ahead of him and hits a baseball slide, kicking the chair into Kilgore's face and wastes no time in throwing him back into the ring. Cyrus then takes control of the pace of the match with a camel clutch, applying pressure to the suspect areas of Kilgore's anatomy. Kilgore seems in immeasurable pain as Cyrus cranks up the pressure on the neck and back regions which took the brunt of Kilgore's fall at EOTW. He toughs it out and hooks the bottom rope with his foot and forces a break. Cyrus doesn't look too fazed as he picks up Kilgore but is surprised by the 'Black Sun' (Full Nelson Driver). Cyrus looks out while Kilgore slumps to the canvas where he sits. Kilgore eventually rolls over for the count and gets a close two count. Kilgore struggles to his feet clearly favouring his back and strikes with a clothesline keeping Cyrus grounded. A follow up shoulderblock and a pump splash gets another two. The chair comes back into play again as Cyrus uses the corner to pull himself back up again Kilgore looks to end it all with a killer chair shot but hits the corner, jarring his back in the process, and giving Cyrus an opportunity to hit the 'Cold Snap' (STO). Cyrus doesn't go for the cover however and places the chair in the middle of the ring. He pulls Kilgore over it and re-applies the camel clutch. Kilgore holds off the pain for a while but eventually submits when Cyrus leaned into the move but had to suffer addition pain when Cyrus took an opportunity to trash talk Kilgore after the bell and drop him onto conveniently placed chair.
Stanyer: Our next match sees the in-ring return on one Rex Idol, the former US Champion. However, the question remains - has he come back from injury too early?
Poppa: That's a difficult question to answer really. In my opinion, yes, I think he has come back too early. But in the end, it really is his decision, just like it was for Kilgore, and like it will be for Splinter later on tonight.
Stanyer: The doctor's have cleared Rex to wrestle, although they advised him to take it slow at first - is jumping into a US Title Match straight away such a good idea?
Poppa: If you do decide to come back from an injury early, then no, it's not a good idea to jump in at the deep end. But Rex Idol is experienced, and he knows his own body better than anyone else, I don't think he would be in this match if he didn't think he could win - and yes I said win, because that is Rex Idol's mentality, he wants to win every single match. He might act arrogant and cocky backstage, but when he steps into that ring, it is to win, and nothing else. The opponent doesn't matter to him, he wants to be the one who has his hand raised in victory at the end. No matter what the cost to himself.
Stanyer: Well, there's only one way to find out - and that's to watch the match.
Credit: Brod
Report: Zion attempts to work over Rex's neck but Idol is able to dodge any kind of harsh punishment early. Rex gets some good offence in after Zion's initial flurry but comes afoul when he tries to piledrive Zion to repay the injury he suffered at EOTW and loses the advantage when Zion powers out. Zion then wastes no time in resuming pounding on the head and neck region on Idol but he too looks to end it early with his patended 'Destruction' and Rex this time escapes and runs Zion into the corner. Rex does some mounted punches to get the crowd involved before nailing Zion with a Tornado DDT out of the corner. He signals for the end and mounts the second turnbuckle for the 'Idolbuster'. He takes flight but Zion ducks out and Rex ends up in a heap on the canvas where Zion nails a legdrop and a couple of elbowdrops to the back of Rex's head. As Rex rolls around in pain the referee steps in to check on his condition but gets swatted away and knocked down by a flailing Idol arm. Zion then moves in for the kill and attempts to plant Rex with the 'Destruction' once more but in mid-move Brod enters the ring from the crowd and goes low on Zion allowing Rex to fall to his feet where he and Brod nail Zion with a double flapjack. Brod then directs Rex to the top rope and sets Zion up for an amazing 'Idolbuster'. He connects and goes for the pin as the referee comes to but gets a two count after Toran Crest pulls the referee out of the ring. Brod goes around to brawl with Toran but the referee is having none of it and throws the match out giving Rex the win via DQ. Rex then goes outside and helps Brod dispatch of Toran over the guardrail then call Brod back into the ring. Together they set up Zion for a spike piledriver and nail it perfectly leaving Zion in a heap in the ring. Brod and Rex leave the ring as Toran goes in to aid his fallen sibling looking up the aisle at both Rex and Brod with disgust.
We see a clip of what happened during the commercial break. Which saw Zion getting helped out of the ring by Toran but Zion pushes him away and yells at him for his apparent lateness in preventing the double team effort of the DUX. Zion leaves alone while Toran shakes his head in disbelief.
We catch up again with Shane Dight as he enters Nightshade's office. The camera follows him in and swings around to catch Nightshade leap up off his chair with a tongfar in hand.
Nightshade: Who are you old man...
Dight ignores Nightshade's threats and walks over to the chair that he was just sitting in.
Dight: (mumbling) Mind if I sit here? Thanks...
Dight sits down, while Nightshade merely becomes angrier.
Nightshade: I said... Who are you, old man...
Dight: The name's Dight. I'm here to help you get to the bottom of this little mystery that you've found yourself in...
Nightshade drops his guard, seeing no threat from the fat, old man. He shuts the door and turns his attention back to Dight as the detective pulls out a pad of paper.
Dight: First off, I'll need your mother's maiden name, your grade point average in high school, and the correct directions to the men's room...
Nightshade: Look, if you're not going to help me find out what the hell is going on here, then you can just leave.
Dight: Where were you on November 30th, 2003...?
Nightshade stares blankly at Dight.
Nightshade: You're kidding... right?
Dight: The facts don't lie. You were revealed as Desperation once, a costly mistake on your part...
Nightshade closes his eyes and mumbles something to himself. He then turns on the sarcasm.
Nightshade: Fine, you got me, I'm Desperation... But what about this Nightshade impersonator running around. With the Desperation mystery solved, why don't you go about looking for clues about this new case?
Dight, detecting the heavy sarcasm takes a few puffs from his cigar and frowns.
Dight: Son, you're going to need to take this seriously.
Nightshade: Listen to me old man... I was in the ring at End of the World. I was wrestling who I thought was Desperation. I don't know a thing about this guy, except that he likes to try to get in my head. Probably a power trip for a weak fool. Find out who he is so I may crush him like the cockroach he is...
Dight: Be careful... you may just get what you ask for...
Dight begins to scribble a few notes down on his pad as the camera fades out.
Stanyer: Is it me, or does this Shane Dight guy seem a little well, incompetent?
Poppa: Well I was going to say 'a complete waste of time', but incompetent will do fine!!
Stanyer: It just seems odd that Mr Pellington would bring in someone who really doesn't have a clue what he's doing.
Poppa: You think it's a ploy by Desperation?
Stanyer: I wouldn't put it past him you know.
Poppa: NOTHING is out of the range of that guy, whoever he may be.
We are taken backstage, into the Cults locker room. Golgotha is mildly upset at the Crest brothers, but he is there talking to Spectre about his upcoming match. Golgotha: "I know that you aren't quite 100% Spectre. I know that we are bringing you back early from rehading your knee. Truth is, I made this call to prove 1 point. As Paul wrote, in our weakness, we are made strong. And besides, look who you are fighting. Splinter. He's not all there mentally, and while that is neither a good thing or a bad thing, I'm sure after the brutal match he had at End of the World, he can't be all there physically either. Therefore I have asked you to come back early, with your bruised heal, if you will. So that you can deliver a fatal blow to the head of the serpent Splinter."
Spectre: You may fear not brother, for Splinter is nothing, nothing to me, nothing to anyone. Abusing his body carelessly, almost mocking the good Lord, and what he had to suffer for our sins, and all Splinter can do is sit back and completely disgrace himself, and his creator. Worry not, for he shall experience suffering so powerful, his very soul will cry out to the heavens above. Yes..he will be one of the many who have to be awoken the difficult way, but I shall enjoy it, as I did with many others in the short-lived FMWF. Splinter will be added to my list of casualties, as I raise myself in the ranks, and claim this organization as my own, and show everyone the light.
Spectre pats Golgotha on the shoulder, bringing a smile to his leader's face, and walks off.
Stanyer: Much like earlier, both men are risking their careers with this match, as neither man has fully recovered from the injuries they suffered at EotW.
Poppa: Before, Rex had the US Title as his reason to compete, what drives these two to return so early is beyond my thinking. But I'm sure they have their reasons, and I commend their courage & bravery.
Credit: Brod
Report: The two men stare at each other in the center of the ring, getting into a shoving match which Spectre wins easily. He grabs Splinter and tosses him into a corner and hits a hard sidewalk slam on the rebound. Splinter gets his bearings back quickly and hits a leg sweep, dropping Spectre to the mat. Before he can recover, Splinter leaps on top of him and lays into him with lefts and rights to the crowd's delight. Spectre doesn't stay down down long and both men are back to their feet. After a brief takedown sequence Splinter irish whips Spectre into the corner but a charge sees Splinter hit chest first into the pads and then fall victim to a release german suplex out of the corner from Spectre. Hoping to keep the pain factor high Spectre then hits a pendulum backbreaker and keeps the pressure on by keeping Splinter draped over his knee hoping for a submission out of the already suspect back region of his opponent. Splinter endured the pain and flipped out of the move and attempted a quick roll up but as surprised as Spectre was he quickly drove some knees to the back and clamped on a chinlock. As Spectre applied the pressure Cyrus deWynter made an appearance on the ramp and watched on. Splinter pumped one arm in the air getting the crowd involved and gets back to his feet and tries a backdrop suplex but Spectre flips out and lands on his feet but Spinter catches him and drops Spectre with a DDT. Both men are down and given the count from the referee but as it reaches 8 the two men start exchanging chops on their knees then once on thier feet exchanging blow after blow neither man giving an inch. Spectre is the first to miss and Splinter gets a running bulldog, a diving shoulder tackle and the Splinter DDT again. He then mounts the turnbuckles and points up the ramp to deWynter and nails the 'Splinter' splash for the three.
We return to see Shane Dight waiting outside Pellington's Office. He knocks on the door and receives a rather sharp respone.
Pellington: (Aggressively) "Who is it?"
Dight looks a little taken aback, and takes a big puff on his cigar before replying.
Dight: "Shane Dight"
Pellington: "Come in."
Shane Dight comes in and we get a quick glimpse of a scowl on Pellington's face, but it's short lived as he smiles and welcomes Shane Dight to his office with a handshake, then directs him to sit down opposite him.
Pellington: "Would you like anything to drink?"
Dight: "Bourbon, straight".
Pellington goes to the drinks cabinet, he pulls out a glass bottle and takes out two glasses. He pours two drinks, he puts a small ice cube in one, leaving the other alone. He hands the glass without ice to Dight and places the other glass upon a drinks mat on his desk. He then sits down opposite Dight and waits for him to begin.
Dight: "As you know, I'm here to investigate the character known as Desperation. As the man who signed him to the PWF, I have to ask you a few questions."
Pellington: "Go ahead, anything to help your investigation."
Dight: "Who is Desperation? You signed him to the PWF, you must know his identity?"
Pellington: "I signed a very talented wrestler named Desperation, who wrestled under a mask, I had no idea he had a prior grievance with Nightshade, I don't believe that the name on the contract is his real name, or rather the name that Nightshade would recognise. From what I can tell, he changed his name recently. I'm not at liberty to reveal what that is, there are various laws which protect personal information, if you want that information, you'll need to involve the law, or you'll need to get his permission. And I doubt you'll be able to obtain either of those things.
Dight: "Hmm…. Where is Desperation now? He hasn't been seen since the PPV."
Pellington: "I have no idea where he is, he wasn't scheduled to appear on tonights show, and asked if he could have the night off. Big Dave is the Chief Road Agent, he told him yes. I have no objections to that."
Dight: "You mean you don't think he's here, but he could still be here - without the mask, and you would never know."
Pellington: "That's unlikely, why take the risk someone might recognise him and make the connection? I can tell you that he will be at next weeks show - as he's wrestling Nightshade on Havoc #60."
Dight: "Interesting…. I think that's all the info I need for now, thank you for your help Mr Pellington. I presume I'll see you next week."
Pellington: "Indeed, Good Night."
The two men shake hands & Dight leaves the room, Pellington shoots an angry look at the closing door as we suddenly cut to Nightshade's locker room, where he has a smile on his face.
Stanyer: Well, whether Dight has any luck with his investigation or not, Nightshade will have a second oppurtunity to remove Desperation's mask during his match with him next week. Then perhaps we won't need the help of Shane Dight.
Poppa: Well, I'll give the guy credit - he's getting better at this investigating stuff.
Stanyer: True..
PWF World Title: #1 Contenders Match
Credit: The Pelican
Report: This match starts tentatively, with both wrestlers getting a feel for each other. A few early tieups & exchanges, followed by staredowns and bit of trask-talking. Davey is the one who takes charge of the contest early on, using his fast-paced offense to keep Golgotha from pulling off any counters. But Golgotha is both patient & tough, and when an oppurtunity arrives, he takes full advantage of it and turns the tide of the contest. Golgotha then takes total control of the contest, using various impact moves & submission holds to work over the back of Davey K. A perfect Sinner's Slam gets him a close 2 count, and a few subsequent suplexes & a nasty looking Powerbomb get him 3 more close pinfalls. Finally he locks on the Angelic Posession and Davey is forced to fight for his right to continue in this match. It's close, and at one point, it looked like Davey might pass out, but somehow, he manages to break out of Golgotha's grip and reach the ropes. The effort left Davey K exhausted though, and Golgotha set him up for the Holy Cross (Super Samoan Drop), but by some miracle, Davey counters the move and SuperBombed Golgotha off the top rope. After taking a long rest, Davey gets himself a close 2 count, before starting to get to his feet. A ding-dong battle then ensues as both wrestler hit impact moves and score close pinfalls. Finally Golgotha stays down after Davey's Pimpin' Bomb (Evenflow DDT) and Davey waits to hit the Davey K-O (Sweet Chin Music), but Golgotha skillfully ducked it and then caught Davey with what looked suspiciously like a low blow. Referee Mark Johnson didn't call it, and it allowed Golgotha to score with the Crucyfixion & pick up the 3 count to become the #1 Contender to the PWF World Title.
Stanyer: That looked decidedly dodgy at the end there. I have a feeling that this match is going to be a topic of much discussion later tonight.
Poppa: Pellington said that only the winner of the match would face Sabre at the next PPV, and I think he means to keep his word. Golgotha will face Sabre at the next PPV, no matter how Golgotha obtained the victory, he did obtain it.
The cameras cut backstage where we see Team PWF; Crucifyx, Gambino, and Sabre, standing around discussing tonights six man tag match
Gambino: Tonight's an important match. I don't know what those NRW asshole's intentions are here in the PWF, but it's best that we stop them before they start. I don't like the idea of teaming with either one of you, but Sabre I can tolerate. Crucifyx, I trust you about as far as I can spit.
Crucyfix: Likewise as I would like nothing more than to squash you rather than be forced to team with you. I guess now I know I'll have to carry you seeing that I had to save you from certain retirement last week.
Gambino and Crucyfix square up until Sabre walks between the two superstars...
Sabre: "Alright, alright, cool your jets. I know we aren't the best choices for tag buddies, but when it comes to showing Larry, Curly and Moe just who gives out the beating I think it's pretty obvious we're the best men for the job."
Sabre looks both men square in the eyes before turning to Gambino...
Sabre: "Alright, we have issues, and they run deep. You and Crucyfix haven't exactly gotten off to good start either. Bottom line is, I smell a big fat rat."
Crucyfix: "Can you be more specific or is this just your over-active imagination going into overdrive?"
Sabre: "Look, it could be nothing but... look, just for once we should be on the same page. If we start fighting amongst ourselves out there, then the three stooges have already won and we look stupid, the PWF looks stupid and we've gained nothing. We all have vendetta's, but for tonight we have to pop these gnats. And personally I want people beside me who I can trust."
Gambino nods slowly, but the camera shows Crucyfix looking at his two tag partners with disdain...
Sabre: "After the match you can beat the hell out of whoever you want but until then... just... be... cool. Got it? This match may have more riding on it then we know."
Sabre takes a cautious step back and the three superstars return to silence, staring warily at one another.
Gambino: Right.
Gambino looks to Crucyfix
Gambino: Understand something. I know you're the new kid on the block, so maybe you don't quite grasp the importance of this match. Losing to those nRw jackoff's is NOT an option. Got it?
MVD:- Your damn right it's not an option!
Gambino:- Matt...... What do we owe this unexpected appearence?
MVD glances to all 3 men, taking time in particular to stare at Sabre who is staring deep into the eyes of MVD
MVD:- Sabre..... that look tells me alot, i know you hate me as much as i hate you but tonight you are the flagship for the PWF and for all my faults............ I AM PWF .......... for life!
All 3 men suddenly begin to pay a bit more attention as they realise the sincerity of MVD
MVD:- The PWF has made us all into what we are today, it's given us fame, fortune and a place in history, but it will be all for nothing if we let this nRw menace walk all over our traditions and what we stand for.
MVD walks over to Sabre and begins to talk
MVD:- Me and you will never see eye to eye after what we've been through, but tonight everyone's and my own future is in your hands Sabre and whilst their is no love loss between us i want you to know that i'm with you, every punch that swings and everytime you crash into the canvas, MVD will be with you tonight......... that goes for all 3 of you............ good luck!
MVD gives a thumbs up and leaves the area as Team PWF look at each other, all not quite sure what to make of what just went down
Poppa: I'm not 100% sure what to make of that.
Stanyer: Clearly Crucyfix & Gambino are going to have problems maintaining their control during this match. Crucyfix more than Gambino methinks. But as to MVD's sincerity, you can question it if you like. But on this occasion, I think he may actually be sincere. He's been with the PWF since it re-starting in March of 2001, and despite offers from other feds, he's always remained loyal to the PWF.
Poppa: Time will tell.
Stanyer: Well he's in this next match, perhaps we'll find out if the fans believe him or not.
Credit: Brod
Report: Before Brod can even get to the ring he is confronted by Toran Crest. They have a shoving match in the aisle while MVD watches from the ring. Officials fill the area and seperate the two. Brod finally makes it to ringside but gets met by a baseball slide and a crossbody outside the ring from MVD. A quick visit to the steps courtesy of an MVD irish whip has Brod on the back foot before he gets thrown into the ring. Brod gets desperate for a breather and thumbs MVD in the eye and nails an atomic drop to gain control briefly but MVD gets a legsweep and a standing moonsault for a two count. A long chain of reversals and near misses gets a nice ovation from the crowd but when Brod attempts his 86'er sidekick he gets caught and MVD nails a capture suplex. MVD gets to the top and attempts the ***** frog splash but Brod gets the knees up in time. Both men struggle to their feet and Brod this time hits the sidekick but can only get a two count. He whips MVD to the ropes and attempts the Tilt-A-Whirl powerslam but MVD rolls out of it and hits a chairless van-daminator. MVD's second attempt at the Five Star Frog Splash is indeed a success this time round and he scores the three count.
The camera focuses in on Jason Hunt, Hanibal, and Grimm who are all hanging around in a luxurious dressing room. They all have an nRw shirt on and Hanibal is sippping a glass of courvoisier.
Jason Hunt: None of those douche bags in the PWF locker room saw this coming, it's friggin' awesome.
Grimm: Yea, we...
Jason Hunt: Grimm.....shh.
Hanibal: Owned.
Jason Hunt: Hanibal....
Hanibal: Your Hero hears ya.
Jason Hunt: Shhhh.
Hanibal: Asshat...
Jason Hunt: Don't get your panties all in a bunch fellas, i'll let ya speak in just a moment. But right now, El King De Swing feels the need to speak. One year ago, Jason Hunt decided to leave the PWF and Hanibal and Grimm came along...
Hanibal: Ahem...came along? I believe I was the first to leave this god forsaken place.
Jason Hunt continues on ignoring Hanibal
Jason Hunt: and that marked the death of the PWF. Sure it lived on, but was on a downward spiral of suck and was just about dead until last week Jason Hunt decided to show back up. All of the JasonHolics were in an uproar, they were creaming in their pants over the fact that their idol has returned.
Hanibal: With my return, and mine alone, the PWF has now gone into a new golden age. The ratings had reached an all time low, until Your Hero graced his presence on your undeserving television screens and at that exact moment the ratings shot up a good 30 points.
Grimm: ....Is that even possible?
Hanibal: Sure it is.
Jason Hunt: As I was saying, the fans are all flocking back to this once dead horse, and it is all because of the nRw...New....Revolution...Wrestling. And that's exactly what we are, a new revolution.
Grimm: Some things in the PWF are going to change, and that starts tonight, when we take on Gambino, Sabre, and Crucyfix. Hanibal, you worry about Crucyfix, Hunt can worry about Sabre, and Gambino is all mine.
Jason Hunt: I'm not gonna worry about anyone, I mean, let's be honest here...i'm Jason F'n Hunt. I could win this match by myself without breaking a sweat.
Hanibal: I could win this match by myself without even going to the ring, they'll just all forfeit once they hear they are facing Hanibal.
Jason Hunt: Well...uh...not only would they do that to me, but they'd come to my locker room and get me food and shine my shoes.
Hanibal: Um...they'd do that to me too, but they'd go out and buy me a new car and get it washed, and then they'd get Paris Hilton to come and give me a massage...if ya know what I mean.
Jason Hunt: Dude...do you think Paris Hilton would talk to any of those vagina wafers? I'm not gonna lie here either, the only car they could afford for you is a Geo Metro.
Hanibal: True but ....uh thats one Geo Metro you wouldn't have!
Jason Hunt stares back at Hanibal confused
Jason Hunt: Why would I want one?
Grimm: Ladies please can we focus on the match rather than "that time of the month."
Grimm smirks arrogantly
Jason Hunt: Ladies? Who you calling ladies Mr. I wear a dress match!
Grimm reaches over and punches Jason Hunt in the arm. Hunt flenches and rubs his arm in pain as Hanibal lets out a laugh.
Jason Hunt:.....ass.
Grimm: Besides I doubt friggin Dr Phil would talk to any of them nevermind Paris Hilton. But if I could borrow a phrase, lets be honest, the PWF is going to give any of us anything, A.) they can't afford it and B.)...we all know the greedy bastards would keep it to themselves rather than give anything to people who actually deserve it!
Jason Hunt: Dam straight because..
Grimm: Jason...Shhh
Jason Hunt: Hey only I can..
Grimm: Shh...
Jason Hunt: But!
Grimm: Sh.....shh....shh..
Jason Hunt:...fucking Canucks
Suddenly a Knock at the door Interupts the two superstars squable. Hanibal looks at his watch and then gives a grin.
Hanibal: Ah right on time!
Your Hero heads to the door and slowly opens it.Three beautiful woman stand outside eager to enter the dressing room. Hanibal smiles looking back at Hunt and Grimm who nod in approval.
Hanibal: Alright boys, since I'm a living legend I'll take the blonde you two can decide the rest..
Hanibal puts his arm around the woman and whistpers "Baby, I'm no Fred Flintstone, but I can make your Bedrock!?" as the screen fades to black
Stanyer: I hope these 3 get BURNED tonight. They aren't even taking the PWF wrestlers seriously!!
Poppa: They believe themselves to be superior to the PWF, and I don't think anyone will be able to convince them otherwise, not until they're comprehensively beaten and their blood is staining the canvas itself.
Stanyer: I'm sure we can find plenty of people who will be willing to do that, presuming the 3 who they are facing tonight don't do it anyway - and I hope they do!!
nRw v PWF
Credit: Solo
Report: Grimm starts the match off for the nRw team while a little argument took place in the opposite corner. Gambino finally argues his case and starts the match for the PWF team. Both men, Grimm and Gambino, lock arms struggling to gain the upper hand. Grimm finally drags Gambino into a standing Headlock. Gambino breaks free from the hold while he pushes Grimm into the ropes. Upon the rebound Grimm shoulder blocks Gambino to the mat. Gambino quickly rolls into a corner to regroup. Grimm dances toward his corner and arrogantly makes a tag to Hunt. Gambino finally back to his feet stares at Hunt. Hunt charges at Gambino, but is tripped by Gambino. Hunt lands face first into the mat. Gambino quickly locks Hunt into a Headlock. Hunt tries to reach the ropes, but Gambino pulls him back into the middle of the ring. Hunt after a minute of struggling finally musters enough strength to reach the ropes. Gambino quickly releases the hold and heads to his corner. Tagging in Sabre, Gambino stares at Crucyfix then exit the ring. Back in the ring Sabre Drop Kicks Hunt into his own corner allowing him to make a tag. Hanibal hesitates to get into the ring for a moment. The ref starts to count to get Hanibal into the ring. Before the ref could get to 10 Hanibal steps through the ropes cautiously.
Stanyer: Hanibal seems to be hesitant to get in the ring against the PWF Champ.
Poppa: I would be too. He isn't exactly the best smelling person.
Stanyer: You are supposed to be supporting the PWF team.
Poppa: Any team that has Sabre on it is the team I'm opposing.
Sabre and Hanibal tie up in the middle of the ring. Hanibal is sent into a neutral corner. Sabre follows in only to get nailed in the face with an elbow. Sabre staggers out of the corner only to be hit with a clothesline from Hanibal. Sabre slowly gets to his feet only to me dropped again by a DDT from Hanibal. Sabre rolls into the oppositions corner unaware. Hanibal takes advantage by hitting Gambino in the face with a slap. As Gambino charges into the ring the ref cuts him off. Now all three men of the nRw team begin to beat down Sabre into the corner. Once the ref returns his attention to the ring the beating stops. Hanibal lifts Sabre's half unconscious body to his feet. Hanibal taunts Sabre some before nailing him with a vicious right hand. Sabre falls into the corner. Hanibal distracts the ref as both Grimm and Hunt strangle Sabre. Gambino attempts to charge in to help but is turned away by the ref. Allowing all three men to beat on Sabre. Gambino leaves the ring and begins to argue with Crucyfix turns his cheek the other way.
Stanyer: I don't think Gambino is too happy with Crucyfix lack of attempt to help Sabre out.
Poppa: Well you know they don't like each other much.
Stanyer: Regardless they should be working as a team for the better of the PWF and not bicker at one another.
Poppa: So you would rather work with Jonny Lang than with me?
Stanyer: That has nothing to do with what is going on in the ring.
Poppa: I think it does you just don't want to admit it.
Sabre out of nowhere begins to nail everyone in the corner. Knocking both Hunt and Grimm of the apron to the floor. Hanibal begins to reel backwards as Sabre opens up with a fury of punches. Both Grimm and Hunt slide into the ring and attacks Sabre. Gambino jumps into the ring to help Sabre as Crucyfix leaps down grabbing Gambino's foot. Gambino turns toward Crucyfix and is nailed from behind by Grimm. The ref turns his attention to Grimm trying to get him out of the ring. Crucyfix stands over Gambino on the outside talking to him. Suddenly begins to attack Gambino. Sabre gets to his feet only to be dropped by Hunt with the Down Syndrome (Tilt - a - whirl Driver). Still on the outside hammering away at Gambino, Crucyfix finally gets up and starts heading toward the back keeping his eye on Gambino the whole time. Hanibal waves his finger to the crowd when he notices Sabre is laying on the mat. Hanibal then proceeds to pick Sabre back up to his feet. Hanibal lifts Sabre into the air hooking a leg and drops him with the Ego-Trip (Fisherman DDT). Hanibal then covers Sabre. The ref is pushed down to the mat by Hunt and begins the count as he realizes Hanibal has Sabre covered… 1… 2… 3…
The crowd boos furiously at the victory of the nRw over the 3 men representing the PWF.
Stanyer: DAMMIT, not only have the nRw beaten the PWF, it's the worst case scenario, they've managed to pull out a victory over the PWF World Champion Sabre.
Poppa: I suppose it's a bad thing for the PWF, but it still makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Stanyer: We didn't want to know that….
Poppa: Well, I don't like Sabre, and it'd take something pretty bad to change my position.
Stanyer: Think of it like this - you'll never hear the end of it from Hanibal, he pinned the PWF World Champion, he should immediately be declared #1 Contender, in fact, he should already be champion, you name it, you'll hear it. You know what he's like.
Poppa: Good point… ah well, there's a downside to everything I suppose.
Stanyer: The entire thing is a bad thing for the PWF, we need to get together and rally behind those who are PWF through and through and crush this nRw menace before they begin to assert control over the PWF.
Poppa: Does that involve more wins over Sabre?
Stanyer: There's just no getting through to you now is there? I'm not even going to bother……. Oh my god… are you hearing what I'm hearing?
Poppa: Jesus Christ!!! This can't be true?
Stanyer: Well folks, if what I'm hearing is true - make sure you tune in next week for HUGE news regarding the next PPV. If you've been wondering why we haven't named it yet, that's because we've not been told what it's name is, and now we know why. You're going to get a big surprise next week.
Poppa: Big as in Big Dave big, as in the size of Hanibal's ego.
Stanyer: Hey, it's not that big a surprise…
Poppa: Fair point...
Stanyer: We'll see you next week folks!!
We fade out to a shot of the 3 members of nRw, Hunt, Hanibal & Grimm standing over the fallen PWF wrestlers. They celebrate their victory over their semi-conscious bodies, must to the disdain of the PWF crowd. We then fade to the PWF logo.
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