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Metrodome
Minneapolis, Minnesota
Saturday 24th January 2004
Attendance: 18,661
Stanyer: Hello everyone and welcome to Saturday Night Havoc!!! Another big night tonight as the PWF World Heavyweight Champion, Sabre, is set to take on Hanibal, who returned to the PWF recently as part of nRw, a group who while under PWF contract, consider themselves above the PWF.
Poppa: And by the end of tonight, they could hold the PWF World Title. And we all know what a disaster that would be for the PWF.
Stanyer: You're telling me. Well, if you remember the end of last weeks show, you'll recall that we mentioned that something big was going down tonight. Well, that's happening next, as the man in question is on his way to the ring now!!
"The Dreaming Tree" by the Dave Matthews Band hits as none other than Bryan Bishop makes his way down to the ring. He is wearing a formal business as he asks for a microphone from the ring announcer.
Bishop: "Good Evening Ladies and Gentleman, it's good to be here in the PWF."
Loud cheer.
Bishop: "Now you may all be wondering why I am here, well it is simple, I am here for 3 reasons."
Firstly, as the PWF Owner, Michael Pellington, is currently overseas on important business, he has appointed me as Interim Owner. I will be taking over his duties as owner until the next PPV. Which is the second reason I am here tonight. The next PWF PPV will feature a creation of my own, which before you ask, I have the full authority & confidence of the PWF Owner to announce. This creation is as many of you know, "All Creation". A match unlike any other."
Massive cheer for this announcement.
Bishop: "The next PPV will share the name of the match, and will also be called 'All Creation'. I can't tell you anything about what will be a part of this match, as that would spoil the surprise. But I can tell you a little of who will be competing in this match. This years event will feature not individuals, but two teams, one representing the PWF, the other, representing the new faction with the PWF, nRw. Essentially, the match is PWF v nRw. Who will participate in this match is currently unknown, however, except of course the existing 3 members of nRw. Expect the full card to be announced over the course of the next 3 weeks."
Now you may have noticed that I said 3 reasons, and I have only given 2. Well, the third and final reason is that Pellington wanted to bring in someone to rock the foundations of the PWF. To bring Chaos where there is order. All Creation is the epitamy of chaos, and that is what I am here for."
Loud cheers from the crowd, especially from the more 'hardcore" PWF fans.
Bishop: "Now .." Bishop is interuppted by "Counterfeit God" by the Black Label Society, and followed promptly by Nightshade's entrance into the arena. He makes his way swiftly to the ring, not wanting to waste time tonight.
Nightshade: "Why am I not surprised to see you here? We go weeks without Desperation showing up, and on the night I am scheduled to fight him, you turn up. And where is Shane Dight? On holiday? Dead will suit me, he wasn't much use to me."
Bishop: "Woah, calm down, me and Desperation being here on the same night is pure cooincidence. As for Shane Dight, Pellington hired him, so I have no idea why he isn't here, I can try to find out, that's the best I can offer you now."
Nightshade goes face to face with Bishop and stares straight into his eyes.
Bishop: "Oh I get it, you think I am Desperation, ha, I assure you that me and him are two completely different people . You don't believe me? Fine, I'll prove it, I'll sit at ringside during your match tonight."
Nightshade: "We'll see."
Nightshade spikes the mic and walks off as Bishop sighs and then we fade to a commercial.
Stanyer: Welcome back folks, well, an amazing announcement from Bryan Bishop, the PWF's next PPV will be "All Creation".
Poppa: Quite possibly the most insane match ever created. Is there anything out there that even remotely resembles this match?
Stanyer: I can't think of anything off the top of my head, it makes Triple Hell in a Cell look like a child's picnic.
Poppa: Let's just hope everyone walks out alive.
Stanyer: It's not as if we even know who all of the participants will be.
Poppa: 'cept for nRw, we know Hunt, Grimm & Hanibal are definitely "in".
Stanyer: Indeed, we'll continue this discussion later, as it's not time for The Family Crest to take on Down Under Xpress, who are represented tonight by Brod & Rex Idol.
Poppa: I'm surprised Toran & Zion are working together tonight, they have been almost at each others throats for weeks now. If they weren't brothers, I daresay they would have come to blows by now.
Stanyer: You may be right, it may only be blood ties which are keeping Zion & Toran from ripping each other to shreds.
Credit: The Pelican
Report: Zion starts out the match and immediately takes control of the match, dominating both Rex & Brod is succession. Toran comes in to continue Zion's good work, but he gets angry when Rex uses a choke hold on him. He rants a little too much at the referee and it allows Brod & Rex to take control of the match. The two popular DUX members work over Toran for a little while until Toran counters a Suplex into a Swinging DDT and uses the break in action to make a tag to Zion. Once again, Zion dominates the match, but somehow, Rex manages to keep the match alive and slowly begins to work his way back into the match. He then shows remarkable strength by hitting an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex on the 400lb man. Rex gets the tag to Brod and he comes in like a house on fire. He beats down both Zion & Toran, sending Zion to the floor with a Flying Dropkick. Brod then beats on Toran, with Rex helping to deliver a number of Double Team Maneouvres. Brod gets a number of close falls until Zion comes in and flattens both him and Rex. Zion prepares to finish Brod off with a Power Clothesline, but Brod ducks it and Zion takes out his own partner, Toran, instead. Rex then dropkicks Zion out of the ring while Brod makes the cover on Toran to claim the victory.
Stanyer: Toran does not look happy with Zion.
Poppa: What do you expect? He nearly took his head off!!!
Zion continues to argue his case with Toran, but he's not prepared to listen and storms off up the ramp.
The PWF telecast takes us to a shot of senior analyst Johnny Mayhem standing side by side with Jason Hunt and Grimm, outside the nRw locker room.
Mayhem: Folks I'm Johnny Mayhem and I'm stan,,,
Grimm interupts mayhem
Grimm: Unfortunatly they already know who you are Mayhem and for my money, I sure as hell think they didn't fill this arena to see some random jackass gloat about himself.
Mayhem: ooook...so Jason
Jason Hunt: Thats Mr. Hunt to you asshat.
Mayhem sighs
Mayhem:...MR HUNT, Grimm, tonight you two head to the ring tonight to represent the nRw against PWF born and raised superstars, Davey K and Gambino. Have you done anything special or are you expecting anything unusual from this match up?
Grimm smirks
Grimm: Have we done anything special? Are you serious?
Jason Hunt: Mayhem you said it yourself "two born and raised PWF superstars"! Why would anybody of our god like calibre worry about something like that?
Mayhem: Don't underestimate Davey K and..
Grimm: Davey who?
Grimm pauses
Mayhem: "Superstar" Davey K! A Former European Champion!
Jason Hunt: European Champion? What the hell? Since when did Europe ever have a champion?
Grimm: Yeah now theres a career acomplishment! If is Europe any reflection of its "Champion", then I don't want to be in the ring with somebody whos never taken a bath.
Mayhem: Well boys if you're not worried about Davey K how about Gambino, a former multi-time PWF champion? And if History doesn't lie, you have to be pretty good get a title like that!
Hunt and Grimm look at each other ,each with a confused look on there face.
Grimm: What? What the hell talking about? The PWF World title is a piece of junk. Look at the former champions, Bloodbath? Whoa talk about "talent"!
Grimm laughs to himself
Jason Hunt: Yeah even that guy recognized how worthless that title was and ran off to bumfuck fuck illinois.
Grimm: Is that where he is?
Jason Hunt shrugs
Grimm: How about Eraser?
Mayhem: Well what about him?
Grimm: Exactly...there is nothing about him. And I bet Mr. Pellington wishes would "erase" that from PWF history if he had the chance.
Jason Hunt: You see Mayhem what all PWF champions have in commen is easy, they're all hype! But when its comes to actually gettin the job done, much like yourself, they're shootin blanks. And later tonight, as you so wonderfully said "if History doesn't lie", Then after our match, you can thank us for giving you a little evidence to prove that theory of yours.
Grimm: I mean if you look at the long list of "superstars" who've held that steel plated piece of junk you'd just assume a retard would want to be the next champ
Suddenly giggling can be heard from inside the nRw locker room. Hunt and Grimm turn around as the door opens. A blonde female smiles stepping out of the room and quickly walks off Camera. Hanibal steps out of the room streching with a smile on his face. He smile disapears the moment he makes eye contact with Johnny Mayhem.
Hanibal: Jesus Christ! Don't you have anything better to do then to stalk Your Hero?
Mayhem: Well actually its my job to to inter..
Hanibal: Yeah Yeah Yeah...heard it all before pal. But since I'm in a pretty good mood, I'll grant you the permission to ask your stupid little questions and skip back off to wherever you came from.
Mayhem: Well Hanibal, last Saturday Night, nRw not only defeated 3 of the PWF's top superstars, but you...
Hanibal grins
Hanibal: Yes I know Mayhem, I Hanibal icon of the masses pinned the PWF World Champion, Sabre. So whats that say for me? Well Mayhem I believe it says I am now the numbero UNO contendor for the world title. Now looking around this locker room..no offense guys
Hanibal looks back at Grimm and Hunt
Hanibal: I can't think of a better canidate to save that title from obscurity and place it exactly where it belongs...around my waste. I mean look at this way Mayhem, and lets be honest here. Who else is a living breathing living legend? Anyone?
Hanibal looks around the room
Hanibal: Who else has billions upon trillions of hanimaniacs that worship the ground they walk one? Anyone? Buller?
Hanibal once again looks around the room
Hanibal: And who else can honestly claim to the world's sexiest beast of a man? ...Nobody but yours truly, You Hero!
Hanibal pauses placing his hands on his hip and quickly looks off into the distance
Hanibal: Now Mayhem Iets save me the trouble from hearing your bitchy voice and allow me to speak for you.
Hanibal shoves Mayhem off screen grabbing the mic from his hand. He then begins to ask himself questions..
Hanibal: Hanibal, Will sabre be taking into consideration that you are the best looking greatest wrestler of all time? You know Hanibal, I'd like to think say that it would be, but I'm an honest man and honestly, I think that would be giving him to much credit.
Jason Hunt: Dude you're talking to yourself.
Hanibal: So with that being said, roll out the red carpets and grab your champaigne because ladies, gentleman and all Hanimaniacs world wide, Gold is on its way to the nRw!
Hanibal shoves the cameras out of his face and the three nRw members walk off, each shoving Mayhem out of there way.
Golgotha is seen in the locker room of the Cult. Spectre is seen walking around in the background, getting ready for his match. A smile comes to Golgothas face as he begins to speak.
Golgotha: "Last week, I won the right to be the Number 1 contenderand to face Sabre at the next PPV. I will take the World Title from him. Why? For the same reasons that I won the Contenders match. I deserve it. I'm a hard working man, and I've paid my dues here in the PWF. I'm one of the few people who acually have talent in this pathetic federation. But my skills and ability aside, theres another reason why I will be the perfect contender, the perfect chapion, and the perfect representive for the PWF. Truth is, ots because I'm a Christian. A man of God who stands up for what is right. Is it any wonder that I have been blessed with success, not only in the PWF, but wherever I go? God knows whats best for me, and the PWF and thats why I will be the next World Heavyweight Champion."
We can hear faintly in the background the fans starting to Boo Golgotha and his claims.
Golgotha: "I don't care what you peons think about me. God promoted Saul to king against much disapproval of the Isrealites. And God has blessed me with this oppertunity to become the World Heavyweight Champion. And I plan on making the most of it because it is my calling...my destiny. God blesses the faithful, and punishes the faithless. And he has punished the PWF enough by letting someone like Sabre hold any kind of gold. It is time I rid the PWF of the curse of Sabre, and enter into an new era of blessing and prosperity. And thats the Hardcore Truth!"
Golgothas smile deepens, as he continues to talk, moving on to some more pressing issues, like the show tonight.
Golgotha: "Tonight, The Crest Brothers will learn to put their petty differences aside, as they will re-learn what it is to be brothers by teaming up to face Rex and Brod. And while he has been behind the scenes a lot lately, Cole T. Profit did manage to get Spectre a rematch against Disciple this week, after he was robbed of Victory last week. And Spectre jumped at the oppertunity for revenge. Many of you are probably wondering why am I here tonight since I don't have a match? Truth is, I wanted to get a closer look at Disciple. I like his name, and his wrestling style. And Earlier this week, Cole T. Profit called me and told me some interesting news about this match. What is it? I don't plan on telling you morons, but showing you."
Golgotha takes off his shirt, to reveal that he is wearing a referees shirt underneath it as he continuse to smile.
Golgotha: "Thats right Disciple, I'll get to see you in action up close tonight because I'm the referee in your match. And even though Spectre is in my stable, I plan on calling the match right down the middle. Perfectly fair. What else would you expect from the Hardcore Christian and the next World champion of the PWF? Its been said to keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer. Disciple, I plan on watching you close tonight. But the question is, are you friend or foe to the Cult? If I were you, I'd be very careful what you did tonight...because we can eiher help you out in the PWF, or we will hurt you beyond belief. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. If you cross me, you better pray that God has mercy on your soul, cause I sure as hell won't!"
Golgotha looks at Spectre, and starts talking to him, getting him pumped up for the match tonight as we fade back to the announcers.
Stanyer: Welcome back everyone, our next match pits Disciple against Spectre, with Golgotha being the Guest Referee.
Poppa: Golgotha has been watching Spectres matches very closely these past few weeks, and it's obvious that he is testing him.
Stanyer: The question is, is Spectre up to the task? Can he pass Golgotha's tests?
Poppa: That remains to be seen.
Credit: Sabre
Report: The bell sounds as Spectre quickly advances on Disciple. He goes in for a quick grapple however Disciple slides under his legs and with a shove forces Spectre on his back. Disciple rolls him up for a very quick finish, but Golgotha is slow with the count and Spectre finally struggles free. Embarrassed by the display of skill from his opponent, Spectre charges in for a clothesline, which is avoided cleanly as Disciple spins around and locks his hands around Spectre, scoring with a belly to back suplex and finishing off with a bridge, pinning Disciple in a display of athleticism. Golgotha drops to the canvas, but once again slaps his hand on the mat at double the normal speed. Spectre finally hits Disciple hard enough in the ribs for him to finally roll away.
Stanyer: "I think Golgotha's presence here is going to be the downfall of Disciple's chances of winning this match."
Poppa: "Good work there, professor. I bet you were shocked when it was revealed Maggie shot Mr Burns."
Stanyer: "Well... yeah, I was."
Spectre finally gains control of a fallen Disciple with a number of closed fists to the head, pushing the fight into a turnbuckle. Disciple fights back valiantly but is downed with a single very dubious shot to the crotch that goes unnoticed by the guest referee. With a single shove Spectre drops Disciple onto the mat for a pinfall attempt, which Disciple powers out of. The crowd boos as Golgotha counts at ultra speed. With speed, Disciple and Spectre both rise and exchange a number of right hands until Spectre finally has the strength to Irish whip Disciple to the ropes. Disciple counters at the last minute and sends Spectre running. On the return, Disciple merely sidesteps, grabbing the back of Spectres hair and sends him crashing into Golgotha. Both men crash into each other with extreme force and drop to the mat, as Disciple makes the cover.... looking at the dazed Golgotha, he reaches out and takes his hand, slapping it on the canvas three times. The fans cheer the surprise loss against the Cult member as Disciple quickly rolls out of the ring before both superstars realise what just passed.
James: "Your winner by pinfall: Disciple!"
Stanyer: "Holy crap! Disciple just defied the odds and picked up a win!"
Poppa: "I don't think either Spectre OR Golgotha will be happy with this. If I was Disciple I'd take the winnings and go to Vegas until all this blows over."
The cameras open up in the back and we see Gambino & Davey K standing together
Gambino: Tonight's the night. Are you ready?
Davey: You know it.
Gambino: Good. Glad to see we're on the same page. Hunt, Grimm...you got one over on us last week, I'll give you that. I won't bother making excuses either, because we all know what happened out there. Tonight though, is a brand new night. You think you're just gonna waltz back in here after turning your backs on the PWF, and sit comfortably in your position? Wrong idea fellas. You're seriously mistaken if you think that's what's gonna happen. Like all opposers in the past, you won't last. Just a flash in the pan as far as I'm concerned, and tonight's the first step. Hunt, I honestly can't believe you're stepping back into a wrestling ring with me. Maybe you've forgotten what's happened every other time you've done so? Grimm, I just can't believe you left Hanibals side for a night.
Gambino pauses
Gambino: Crucyfix, good luck in your match with Rainmaker tonight. I sincerely hope you win, because when it's all done and over with, you're next on my list. I have not, and will not ever, forget what you did last week.
Gambino looks to Davey K who also has some words for NRW
Davey K: Junior and Junior, this message is to you, your now messing with the two finest wrestlers in the PWF. You have me the Superstar Davey K, the young and talented wreslter who will take all in the PWF one day and Gambino although slighltly old.....
Gambino gives Davey K a death look
Davey:....does have the experience to beat you two nobodies out of the PWF altogether. Anyway I thought you pair of losers had left? So why are you back? Whats wrong Hunt did the other federation all fall asleep during your 6 hour promo where you attempt to be funny....fail.....make a joke......it fails..........speak for another million hours..........all the viewers switch off and the fans go home.....so failed.
Last week you Naughty Retarded Wankers....sorry my mistake nRw tools picked up a win, well dont get used to it as now your messing with the Superstar and you jizzum heads
Gambino: Jizzum heads?
Davey K: Leave my lyrics im still going, you fucking Jizzum heads need to be shown the exit so tonight its time that Gambino and the Superstar showed you the door to leave, and we may even pack your bags for you.
You ready Bino?
Gambino: Sure am
Davey: Sorted lets roll....
Stanyer: Well, now, we could be looking at two of the wrestlers who will be on the PWF's side in the PWF v nRw contest at All Creation.
Poppa: This one should be interesting, of course, we are just speculating here, neither Gambino or Davey K could be chosen to represent the PWF.
Stanyer: I'm hearing a rumour that the match could be 5 v 5, but if so, then who is going to make up the numbers for nRw? They only have 3 members .
Poppa: Who knows, we don't even know if it's 5 on 5 yet.
Credit: Hanibal
The arena lights dim as "Immortal" by Adema blares through the sound system. A red Gambino logo flashes across the tron screen, as various highlights from Gambino's career are shown. Several shots of him holding up the PWF World Title are shown. Red lights flash throughout the arena, creating a strobe light effect. The words ICON & LEGEND are flashed across the tron screen. More red lights shine upon the stage, near the entrance area, creating an eerie red glow around the curtain. A spot light then aims towards the entrance, as Gambino steps forward onto the stage and into the light. He walks further onto the stage, stopping at the top of the ramp. The light gives off a near blinding reflection from the gold on the World Title, which is strapped tightly around his waist. He raises his arms in the air as if to celebrate, then makes his way down the ramp. Once he reaches the ring, he climbs in and walks to a corner. He climbs the turnbuckle and looks out over the crowd as he once again raises the World Title high above his head. He then climbs down from the turnbuckle and awaits the beginning of the match.
James: Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 245lbs, ANTONIO GAMBINO!
Before "Fear" by Disturbed begins, everywhere goes dark, and then purple and blue lights flicker and then go all around, then focus on the entrance where Davey K is about to enter. The minute it focuses on the entrance, the music begins.
The Video is of Superstar Davey K, dancing with many attractive women on a beach and then in his variety of cars eg BMW etc. The camera zooms into the number plate, which reads "SUPERSTAR 1". Davey K can be seen driving the car with his customary expensive jewellery and designer silk shirts. The camera then focuses on Davey K standing next to his car as many bikini wearing women wash it, and Davey stands looking on with an American Football Shirt, with his name on the back that reads "Davey K - no.69". The Video goes on to show Davey in various expensive clubs.Superstar Davey K walks down the aisle very confidently with a smug look on his face. He will come down dressed and have his wrestling gear underneath.
His dress is either American Football Jerseys, baggy trousers and trainers if he is to wrestle. If he is out to cut a promo then he will be dressed smartly, wearing an open silk shirt, revealing jewellery. Davey K will stop every so often to look at a member of the crowd and show them the rings on his finger. All the time he will be nodding his head to the music on the speakers. When he gets to the ring he will walk up the steps, and enter the ring by going through the middle ropes. He immediately goes to the turnbuckle and stands with his arms stretched open, nodding to the music, pointing at his chest and mouthing "Who's the superstar Baby?", "Yeah, show me the money!".
James: And his partner, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 266lbs, "SUPERSTAR" DAVEY K
"Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson surges through the arena PA sending the crowd into a chain reactin of hoarse boos. nRw members Jason Hunt and Grimm make there way through the green fog that haunts the stage entrance. The crowds boos get louder and louder by each passing second. Hunt and Grimm stand at the top of the ramp for a moment laughing and poking fun at there oponents in the ring. A nearby fan yells up at Jason Hunt, but Hunt rears his hand back forcing the fan back to there seat. The two start there way down the ramp way. Grimm stops dead in his tracks and holds out his arm to stop Hunt. Grimm approaches a fan in the front row holding an "nRw Sucks" sign and snatches it from his hands. He hands the sign to Hunt and the two rip the sign in half and share a laugh. They finally slide into the ring under the bottom rope and begin to stare down Sabre and Gambino.
James: And there opponents, representing the nRw, at a combined weight of 440lbs, Jason Hunt and Grimm!
Report: The referee orders both teams back to there corners. After a few choice words are exchanged the teams finally begin to head to there respected corners. Davey K who has his back to the opposing corner, continues to mouth off to Jason Hunt suddenly he is caught off guard by Grimm who crashes a powerful double axehandle into Davey K 's shoulders. The bell rings signaling the start of the match. Grimm grabs Davey K from behind and begins to mount his attack, focusing on the neck area of the superstar. Grimm clutchs on a strong side headlock but Davey K manages to squirm out of the headlock and push Grimm off into the ropes. Davey's plan backfires as Grimm flys off the ropes and catches him in a sleeper hold. Davey K gasps for air struggling to break to hold. He falls to one knee flailing his hands in the air. Grimm tightens to hold snearing his teeth. With a sudden burst of energy Davey K 's eyes pop open and he gets to both feet. He manages to slip around Grimm, freeing himself from the sleeper hold, and execute a picture perfect high angle backdrop. Grimm instantly pops back up, clinching his back in pain. He approaches the nRw corner looking for tag but is nailed from behind by the forearm of Davey K. He only gets a few licks in before Hunt charges into the ring and kicks Davey K in the ribs. The referee orders Hunt back to his corner as Davey K stumbles on his feet then falls into the corner. Grimm follows and buries a knee into Davey K's gut before slamming his head into the top turnbuckle. Grimm fires away with right hands to the back of Davey K's head, and props him up in the corner. Grimm unloads a swift knife edge chop to Davey K's chest soliciting a "Woo" from the crowd. Another chop solicits the same response from the crowd and bends Davey K over in pain. Grimm taunts his oponent and slaps him across the face before attempting to Irish Whip him across the ring to the opposite corner. Davey K reverses and sends Grimm instead. Davey K approaches but Grimm flings himself out of the corner and clothesline him down to the mat.
Stanyer: Grimm & Hanibal have looked on top form since they returned to the PWF.
Poppa: Indeed, but then they have been wrestling for various other companies, it's not like they have been out of action.
Stanyer: Davey seems to have taken his defeat at EotW pretty well, so far as we can see anyway.
Both men lie on the mat as the referee begins to standard ten count. Davey K shakes off the pain and slowly begins to crawl to Gambino who is egarly awaiting a tag. Davey thrusts himself into the corner and makes the tag. Grimm gets to his knees and pears behind him only to see Gambino entering the ring. Grimm's eyes open wide as he begins to crawl toward Jason Hunt. Grimm lunges out to Hunt, but before he can make the tag Gambino grabs him by the ankle and pulls him back into the middle of the ring. Gambino grabs Grimm by the arm and drags him up to his feet. He then irish whips him across the ring. As Grimm races back, Gambino catchs him and delivers a stiff spine buster. Gambino pops up to his feet screaming down at Grimm as the crowd begins to roar with approval. Gambino once again drags Grimm back up and then drives him to the matt with an over the head belly to belly suplex. The crowd begins a "P-W-F" chant, getting behind Gambino. Gambino looks over at Jason Hunt and spits on him. Hunt is furious and attempts to enter ring but is held back by the ref. As Gambino has his head turned, Grimm sees and opening and kicks him in the groin. Gambino falls to his knees clinching himself in pain as Grimm slowly gets to his feet. Grimm finally gets to up and smirks at Gambino. Grimm jumps to the second rope and spins around, landing a leg drop across the back of Gambino's neck. Grimm rolls on the mat to the corner and reaches up and tags in Jason Hunt.
Stanyer: A cheap shot by Grimm allows Hunt to get into the match.
Poppa: Considering how angry Hunt looked a moment ago, that is probably not a good thing.
Hunt steps through the ropes and sizes up Gambino before kicking him hard in the ribs. Gambinos falls to his side holding onto his rips. Hunt begins to rapidly stomp Gambino then places one foot on him and ordering the ref to begin the count. 1.....Gambino kicks out. Hunt shrugs then flexes his arm before dropping an elbow onto the fallen Gambino. Hunt pops to his feet and takes a bow causing the crowd to let out a deafning boo. Hunt approaches Gambinos legs, quickly locking them over and reaching for his neck, he applies and reverse STF. The referee falls to the mat and instantly begins questioning Gambino. Gambino yells in pain and struggles to reach the nearby ropes. Seconds later Gambino latches onto the ropes. The referee asks Hunt to break to the hold, Hunt squeezes tighter ticking off the ref then finally releases the reverse STF. Hunt gets to his feet and is instantly warned by the referee. Hunt shoves the referee down the mat mocking him. With Hunt's back turned Gambino pounces on him, locking his arms around his waist and then drives him to the mat with a release german suplex. Hunt bounces off the mat holding tightly onto his neck. Hunt gets up staggering around the ring, but is quickly knocked back down to his feet with a clothesline from hell. The crowd roars with cheers as Gambino picks Jason Hunt to his feet and hooks his leg around Hunt's. He raises one arm in the air signaling for the Gambino Facebuster, but Hunt nails Gambino in the side of the head with an elbow shot. The two begin to exchange punches in the center of the ring. Gambino gets the upper hand as he blocks a punch from The King of Swing. He then Irish whips Hunt across the ring. Gambino catches Hunt by the neck and then sticks Hunt's head between his legs. Gambino quickly lifts Hunt high in the air and excutes a Gambino bomb. Gambino falls to mat for the cover. ....1.......2...Jason Hunt kicks out! Gambino shakes his head in disbelief and once again goes for the cover .....1 ......2 ... Jason Hunt kicks out again.
Stanyer: Amazing, any normal man would have been beaten by now, but somehow Jason Hunt survives.
Poppa: Shouldn't you be promoting the PWF wrestlers? Not the nRw ones?
Obviously frusturated, Gambino gets to his feet dragging Hunt by the hair up with him. Gambino delivers a swift uppercut sending Hunt stumbling about the ring and into the ropes. Hunt comes off the ropes and knees the frusturated Gambino in the gut. He then follows up his attack with a move of desperation, lifting Gambino into the air and driving him to the mat with "DownTime" (Angle Slam). Both men fall to the mat out of breath as the referee once again adminsters the standard ten count. Both men regain composure at relativley the same time and both begin crawling towards there partners for the tag. Hunt and Gambino tag in there partners in a synchronized fashion. Grimm and Davey K charge to the middle of ring and exchange blows. Davey grabs Grimm's arm and twists it around, whipping him down to the mat. Still holding onto Grimm's arm, he drops a knee into the side of Grimm's head. Further twisting Grimm's arm, Davey flips his opponent on his back and twists Grimm arm into a hammer lock. Still with the hammer lock locked in, Davey gets Grimm to his feet, lifts him high into the air and drops slams him down to the mat with hammer lock back drop.
Stanyer: Looks like Davey K is targetting Grimm's Shoulder.
Poppa: A sound strategic move if you ask me. There is always a benefit in going after a single body part on your opponent. They get weaker, and you can apply particuarly painful submission holds, which just drain the energy from your opponent.
Stanyer: And nobody can wrestle forever.
Davey K smiles at the crowd but wastes no time getting back to his focused attack on Grimm's shoulder/arms. He quickly locks Grimm in an armbar, continuing to toture Grimm's shoulder. Grimm squirms in pain as the referee drops to the mat. The ref counts to ten and forces Davey to break the hold. Davey willingly break the hold, then jumps into the air and drives his knees into Grimm's arm. Grimm flinches in pain rolling up to his knees. Davey grabs Grimm and whips him across the ring, Grimm bursts back and out of nowhere, slides under Davey K and gets to his feet. With one swift movement Grimm delivers "The Downer" (Snap Reverse DDT). Grimm clinches his shoulder in pain and then falls to the mat for the pin. 1........2.....Davey K kicks out! Grimm rolls back over and begins to choke Davey K. Gambino, fed up with Grimm, charges into the ring and kicks him in the back of the head. Gambino's act prompt Jason Hunt to enter the ring. Hunt runs at Davey K, who has just got up, and delivers a clothesline, sending him over the top rope and the ring mats below. Davey K stands up again only this time outside the ring, stumbling as Jason bounces off the ropes, runs across the ring and flips himself over the top rope connecting with Davey. Hunt and Davey lie motionles outside the ring as the Referee stands in the ring checking on there status.
Stanyer: UNBELIEVABLE!!! What a move from Jason Hunt!!!
Poppa: You're doing it again!!!
Suddenly Crucyfix jumps over the ring barricade with a chair in hand. He slides under the bottom rope and yells at Grimm to hold Davey K. Grimm looks up at Crucyfix and smirks. He quickly grabs a hold of Gambino, holding him for the awaiting chair shot. Crucyfix swings the chair but Gambino elbows Grimm in the stomach and breaks free. The chair inadvertently clocks Grimm in the head. Crucyfix mouths "oh shit" as he realizes what he has just done. But before the feeling can even sink in, Gambino superkicks the chair into Crucyfix's head, sending him out of the ring to the outside. Gambino kicks the chair out of the ring and yells for the refs attention. The referee spins around to see Gambino hook Grimm's leg and delivers the Gambino Facebuster! Gambino falls to the mat for the cover and the referee begins the count ........1 ............2 ............3!
Stanyer: Gambino & Davey K take the victory - with the inadvertant help of one Crucyfix.
Poppa: He'll be kicking himself after this match, and so will nRw if they get hold of him!!
Stanyer: One up for the PWF.
Johnny Mayhem standing by awaiting someone's arrival. Just as he turns around Solo pops out of nowhere. Mayhem jumps at the site. Solo stares at Mayhem a moment. Clearly shows no signs of injuries from wrestling in the THIAC at the last PPV.
Solo: "Let me guess? You want to get the latest scoop with Solo right? Thought so!"
Mayhem: "Exactly. Although that is the reason i'm standing here. I also wish to know if you might have any future plans as well?"
Solo stares at Mayhem some more then proceeds to turn his attention else where as if he was avoiding the camera. Before making his case he turns his attention to Mayhem again.
Solo: "As you already know that I was not exactly please with the out come of the Triple Hell In A Cell match at the PPV. I expected nothing less from Gambino. Least he proved he was not a has-been. I was though a bit shocked to see that no good piece of shit Cyrus walk away with the Extreme Title once again. As you know he is a disgrace of the Hardcore wrestling elite."
Mayhem: "What about Cyrus do you not like? What do you have plan for Cyrus?"
Solo: "Cyrus is nothing more than a ignorant fool to ever think he could single handly beat me. It was a fluke he even walked away with the title. Don't get me wrong he might be a great WRESTLER, but he is not Extreme. Just so you know it eats me up in side to see the Extreme Title being held by someone that doesn't even deserve the damn thing."
Solo facial expression changes for the worst as the interview proceeds. Mayhem gets a look of worries.
Solo: "You could say its been a Painfull experience these past few weeks. Not to worry though. I might have failed at the End of the World, but its not the end of Cyrus worries. He will have no choice when we meet again. I vow this time Cyrus will not walk away with the Extreme Championship Belt. Hell he won't be walking at all. If your listening to this Cyrus your a marked man. You better be prepared to face the wraith of Hell, because I am coming for you and your undeserving Title."
Solo stares at the camera then at Mayhem. Few seconds go by as Solo walks away leaving Mayhem speechless.
Stanyer: Good to hear that Solo has recovered from Triple Hell in a Cell. He fell a long way off the top of that cell.
Poppa: And it looks like he has set his sights on Cyrus deWynter's Extreme Title.
The lights dim as "Bullets" by Creed plays over the speakers. The crowd boos as two red pyros shoot out from the stage upward. Jason Ross struts out, smiling. He poses and then continues down the ramp. He slides under the bottom rope and poses again, grabbing a mic from the announcer afterwards.
Jason Ross: First off, let me just tell you how disappointed I was to see all you fans out there boo me in my debut victory. I kept trying to get through to you that your buddy, Rainmaker, wasn't going to be victorious but you continued to boo me, for whatever reason, I don't know. I don't need you guys anway, as you could see from my match last week.
The crowd boos loudly but quiet down.
Jason Ross: Next, Golgotha. It seems that our match didn't get signed for tonight. That's a shame, I would've loved to prove to you and these fans again that I have the potential, especially by beating the #1 Contender. Golgotha, even though our match didn't get signed in time for tonight's show, I'd be more than happy to for this match to go down at Havoc 61, next week. Win or Lose, I guarentee one hell of a fight. Hopefully you'll accept my challenge. Hopefully you're not afraid to face a "rookie" that wants to prove himself. What do ya say, Golgotha?
Ross pulls the mic down awaiting Golgotha's response when "Jumpdafuckup" by Soulfly blasts over the loudspeakers.
Poppa: That's not Golgotha's music.
Stanyer: I think it's IT IS!
The fans erupt into cheers as Suicide steps out onto the ramp. He has not been in the wrestling business for a few months now, but he still looks in tip top shape. Suicide looks around at the people on their feet cheering, before he makes his way down to the ring. He acknowledges a few a fans at ringside and climbs onto the ring apron. Suicide turns to face the crowd, and a large hockey-style chant of SU-I-CIDE starts up. He enters the ring and grab a mic from a ring hand. Suicide stands in the corner opposite of Ross. Jason pulls the mic to say something.
Jason Ross:
Suicide: Don't even say anything. There's only one thing left for you to do and that is to STEP OFF BITCH!
The fans erupt into a thunderous cheer and this angers young Ross. Jason takes off at full sprint toward him. Suicide hooks Ross up, and nails him with a belly to belly suplex. Ross gets back to his feet and Suicide hooks him up and nails him with a high angle verticle slam. Ross pops up one more time, and Suicide hooks him up with his new finisher The Revolt (Small Package DDT). Suicide pulls Ross to his feet and tosses him over the top rope.
The fans are still going crazy for the returning superstar, and he waits until they calm down before speaking.
Suicide: It's good to be home. I've been sitting around for the last few months, just trying to stay in shape in case I ever decided to try the ring out again. Well, after watching the last two Havoc's, I've decided that change was needed. The main event on my last Havoc was a Battle Royal featuring Davey K, Splinter, Gambino, and Nightshade. Your main event tonight is Sabre facing Hanibal, of all people, for the World Title. Well..
Suicide chuckles a little before returning.
Suicide: Well, whoever wins the match tonight needs to be ready. I will be wearing the PWF World Title around my waist. You better believe that. You haven't seen half of what I have to offer. I left on a sour note with management. They have agreed for my comeback. I am going to rule the PWF again.
Suicide drops the mic and heads out of the ring as "Jumpdafuckup" plays again and the fans chant his name.
The PWF Telecast takes us to a shot of a disoriented Crucyfix making his way to his locker room. He a final drink of his bottle of water and throws it into a nearby trash can before reaching his door. He opens his locker room door and turns on the lights. On his leather couch sits the three nRw members, Hanibal, Jason Hunt and Grimm, eating away at his vegtables and dip. Crucyfix readies his fist for a fight but all nRw stands up, all with smiles slapped across there faces.
Hanibal: Whoa Whoa Whoa there sunshine. We're not here to put up a fight.
Jason Hunt: And if we were, lets be honest here, you'd have no chance in the first place.
Grimm slowly approaches Crucyfix and lowers his fists.
Grimm: There ya go, see? We're not such bad guys, infact we're only doin what you're attempting to do anyways.
Crucyfix looks at Grimm not trusting him one bit
Crucyfix: And what might that be?
Hanibal and Hunt up to Crucyfix and the three nRw members begin to surround Crucyfix, circling him like a pack of wolves.
Hanibal: You see Crucyfix....all four of us in this room share one common bond, one goal that we will stop at no cost to achieve. And thats why we're here to make things in the right again in the PWF
Jason Hunt pears over Crucyfix's shoulder
Jason Hunt: For the nRw!
Hanibal: I mean look at you man, you're a former like 14....15...16 whatever time champion! You've got the attitude, the determination the raw agression that symbolizes what the nRw is all about!
Grimm walks around to the front of crucyfix with a smirk on his face
Grimm: And after the way you handeled yourself earlier tonight, we'd think you'd be a perfect for the fourth member of nRw.
Jason Hunt walks around front of Crucyfix, holding an nRw shirt in his hand. He tosses the shirt to Crucyfix.
Jason Hunt: Now Chief, all we're askin is to think about it, ok?
Crucyfix stands silently, making sure not take his eyes off the nRw members.
Hanibal: Alright lets hope you make the right choice.
Hanibal pats Crucyfix on the back and nRw exits the locker room.
Grimm: Talkative guy eh?
Jason Hunt: Yeah couldn't shut the guy up.
Grimm and Hunt both laugh
Hanibal: Don't worry if this all goes as planned, talking isn't what we'll need him for.
Jason Hunt: Yeah so what about this match..what the hell?
From the shadows of nearby hallway steps Desperation. He cautiously approaches nRw.
Grimm: Whos this jackass? What with the mask?
Jason Hunt: I didn't think PWF had any luchadores.
Desperation laughs then smiles
Desperation: Funny...just fuckin humerous. But I'm no luchadore, I'm Desperation.
Hanibal: Desperation? What the hell kind of a name is that? Sounds like some old spice deoderant for balding virgin men in there mid thirties.
Desperation shakes his head laughing
Desperation: Well boys, if you've been following my legacy here in the PWF, you'd know that I've already made a difference with Nightshade.
Hanibal: Yeah yeah, so why are you here? I've got things to do asshat.
Desperation: Actually..."asshat", I'd like to discuss a business proposition with you guys.
Grimm, Hanibal and Hunt all look at each other then turn back to Desperation as the camera fades to black...
Poppa: Hello, what's going on here, first nRw seems to just "let" Crucyfix off for taking Grimm out with a chair earlier tonight, even if it wasn't intentional. And now Desperation is approaching them with "business propositions"
Stanyer: Definitely something going on around here, we've just got to figure out what!!!
Poppa: How about we have a match between Rainmaker & Crucyfix instead?
Stanyer: Sounds good to me, too much thinking for my liking tonight.
Credit: Splinter
Report: Crucyfix and Rainmaker start to circle around each other in the middle of the ring, Rainmaker goes for a collar and elbow tie-up but Crucyfix nails a knee to the gut and then locks in a hammerlock. Rainmaker then gets leg-sweeped to the mat, Crucyfix goes for a head scissors but Rainmaker flips to his feet and then hits a basement dropkick on Crucyfix. Crucyfix quickly gets up to his feet only to have Rainmaker drop him back down with an armdrag. Crucyfix gets up quickly again, Rainmaker goes for a hiptoss but Crucyfix won't budge. Rainmaker gets violently smashed down into the mat with a big clothesline. Crucyfix then locks in a triangle sleeper and arm lock, squeezing the life out of his opponent. Rainmaker pulls himself across the mat using only his legs, he manages to his his foot on the bottom rope meaning that Crucyfix has to break the hold. Rainmaker is quickly back up to his feet, he goes for a dropkick but Crucyfix, steps back and avoids it. Crucyfix then grabs Rainmakers legs and slingshots him into the corner, Rainmaker staggers away only to get caught and given an awesome northern lights suplex. Crucyfix holds on with a bridge for a two.
Stanyer: Crucyfix in control so far at the start of this fast paced contest.
Poppa: Rainmaker has something to prove, a victory over Crucyfix would be a massive success this early in his PWF career.
Crucyfix has Rainmaker up again and has already locked him up. Just as Big Poppa stops talking Crucyfix nails Rainmaker with an hammerlocked northern lights suplex, to a big pop from the crowd. Instead of holding on with a bridge Crucyfix rolls over and lifts Rainmaker up for a second suplex, this time of the vertical variety. He gets Rainmaker up but Rainmaker slips down behind Crucyfix. On the way down he catches Crucyfixs head and, to the amazement of the crowd, hits a neckbreaker as he lands! Crucyfix rolls away, clearly in pain. Rainmaker climbs to the outside and stands on the apron, waiting for Crucyfix to stop moving. He finally does, face down on the mat. Rainmaker poses for the crowd and then springboards off the top rope and comes down across the back of Crucyfixs head with an 'all-impact' leg drop! Rainmaker rolls Crucyfix over and pins him but only gets two and a half.
Poppa: I thought that might have been it, Crucyfix just got Paptised with style.
Stanyer: Phenomenal moves from Rainmaker, simply breath-taking.
Rainmaker has climbed up to the top rope, waiting for Crucyfix to come to his feet. Rainmaker beckons and Crucyfix complies, dragging himself up to his feet. Crucyfix is clearly favouring his neck as Rainmaker leaps off the top rope, going for a hurricanrana but Rainmaker catches him! Rainmaker walks over to the ropes and proceeds to powerbomb Rainmaker over the ropes to the outside!
Stanyer: Oh my God!
Rainmaker lands on the floor mats with a huge thud, he arches his back in pain. The entire crowd is chanting 'P-Dubya-F! P-Dubya-F! P-Dubya-F!', as Crucyfix does a quick pose. The referee has got up to a two on his ring out count as Crucyfix goes to the outside. He pulls Rainmaker up who, with a sudden burst of energy, tries to whip Crucyfix into the steel steps. Unfortunately he is too weak, still shocked by the last impact, and Crucyfix counters. Rainmaker crashes back first into the steel steps, he screams in pain before collapsing in a heap on the floor mats. The referee reaches six as Rainmaker gets grabbed and rolled into the ring. Rainmaker follows him.
Poppa: Surely that's Rainmakers lot, hes taken some serious punishment.
Stanyer: I still can't believe that powerbomb
Crucyfix covers and nearly gets three, but Rainmaker manages to kick out. Rainmaker gets dragged up to his feet, only to get scoop slammed in front of the turnbuckles. Crucyfix then proceeds to climb the top rope, he poses for the fans who suddenly start booing. Crucyfix looks confused, but he quickly understands as Gambino smashes a steel chair over his back. Unfortunately for Crucyfix the referee was checking on Rainmaker at the time and doesn't see anything. Crucyfix falls and posts himself, he sits on the top turnbuckle, swaying, as Gambino climbs down off the apron and sets up the chair at ringside, he then sits down to watch the rest of the match.
Poppa: What the hell?!?
Stanyer: Gambino just smashed that chair over Crucyfix's back! I can't believe it!
Rainmaker is now on his feet, he nails Crucyfix right in the jaw with the Eye Of The Storm (Superkick), Crucyfix falls forwards off the top turnbuckle and lands face down on the mat. Rainmaker rolls Crucyfix and puts him into position and then climbs up onto the top rope. Rainmaker poses to the fans and then nails a breath-taking Rain Drop (Swanton Bomb)! Rainmaker covers and gets the three, defeating Crucyfix.
Poppa: Its over!
Stanyer: What a match It's a shame Gambino felt the need to get involved really.
The referee holds up Rainmakers arm, showing everyone he is the winner. Rainmaker rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp, celebrating. He goes backstage as Gambino rolls into the ring to a disapproving crowd. Crucyfix is having difficultly getting to his feet, when he finally does Gambino knocks him down with a right hand of epic proportions. Crucyfix struggles back up and Gambino does it again. Crucyfix has to drag himself up on the ropes this time, the fans are booing like crazy as he turns. Gambino swings but Crucyfix catches it, ties Gambino up and then drills him with the Last Breath (Downward Spiral)! The crowd goes wild as Gambino rolls away holding his face in pain. He drags himself up in the corner, Crucyfix comes flying in with a clothesline, squashing Gambino up against the turnbuckles. Crucyfix then starts to unload lefts and rights on Gambinos chest and face. He then whips Gambino into the opposite corner, Gambino staggers forward and gets caught in Crucyfixs grip, Crucyfix then drives Gambino into the mat with a massive side belly to belly suplex!
Poppa: The crowd is going wild for Crucyfix!
Stanyer: How is he doing this?
Gambino has just about pulled himself up, Crucyfix goes to grab him again but Gambino drops and nails his rival with a cheap low blow. He then grabs Crucyfix, takes a run up and launches him over the top rope. Crucyfix lands in a heap on the floor, he crawls over to the guard rail and drags himself to his feet, before staggering back up the ramp. His eyes are set firmly on Gambino, who leans on the ropes holding his face in pain. Crucyfix stands on the stage for a few seconds, the two men staring each other down. Crucyfix then turns and walks tiredly backstage.
We return to see Splinter waiting in the ring as he prepares for his contract signing with Cyrus deWynter.
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.
Cyrus ducks through the ropes and enters the ring as his music begins to wind down. Pausing to bathe in the reaction of the crowd as he readjusts his PWF Extreme title on his shoulder, Cyrus doesn't seem worried, let alone care about whats going on here tonight. Walking slowly around the ring, he eyes Splinter, giving him the "I'm better than you and you know it" look every chance he gets.
Before Cyrus can even settle, Splinter signs his name on the contract and tosses it to Cyrus. He looks at Splinter for a moment, then signs his name on the contract and hands it to the ring announcer. He then rips the microphone from his hands.
Cyrus deWynter: Hey sport, before you go, I have something to ask you. Given your self-destructive nature, I figure I should ask this now, while you can still walk and don't drool as much when you talk. Why? Why do you insist on fighting in these kind of matches? Why do you dramatically shorten your life expectancy by your own free will? Why are you obsessed with this title? And more importantly, why do you think the outcome will be any different this time around? You're outclassed Splinter... don't you realize that?
Cyrus lowers the microphone, waiting for a reply.
Splinter beckons to the ring announcer, who throws him another microphone. Splinter smirks, looking at Cyrus distastefully. He then points to the belt that Cyrus has over his shoulders and signals that he will soon be the one holding it. Splinter raises the microphone up to his mouth
Splinter: You seem to be asking all the questions today, DWynter. Wanna ask anything else? Like how Splinter is gonna celebrate when he lifts that title off of your half dead form after smacking you over the head with a chair so many times you don't even know where you are? Or what sort of inventive hardcore moves Splinter has planned? Oh, thats right... You're expecting this match to be your usual straight up wrestling contest... Unfortunate that...
Splinter laughs, the fans cheer. They obviously wanna see Cyrus have some form of exquisite hardcore punishment inflicted upon him
Splinter: You've got seven days to get used to the idea of hardcore, Cyrus. This time Splinter ain't walking away unless hes the new PWF Extreme Champion. You seem to think you've got Splinter down to a tee, but you need correcting on a few points. Firstly, Splinter ain't planning to shorten his own life expectancy, hes planning to shorten yours. Why does Splinter insist on fighting 'These kinds of matches'? Because its what the fans want to see and thats why they're gonna be cheering all the way when Splinter pins the bloody mess that used to be Cyrus DeWynter. And as for Splinter being out-classed... Well... We'll just have to wait and see. Say goodbye to your belt Cyrus, 'cos in seven days you're gonna learn that you can't beat...
Suddenly...
Without warning "Snap your fingers, Snap your Neck" by Prong kicks into the PWF soundsystem and out enters an extremely casual looking Matt Van Dam, dressed in jeans, leather jacket and sporting shades he trots down to ringside and enters the ring. He signals for the announce team to throw him a mic and they duely do so, MVD removes his shades and begins to speak.....
MVD:- Looks like we've got quite a match lined up here doesn't it, in one corner we have the ring technician himself Cyrus (welcomed by boo's from the hostile crowd) and in the other, the hardcore chair folding freak Splinter! (the gag earns a few laughs but is mostly greeted by a raptuous applaud for the fan favourite).
To be perfectly honest though guys i'm quite frankly disappointed!
Both men finally take their eyes off each other and look at MVD quite stunned!
MVD:- I mean Splinter, come on?!? We all know your tolerance for pain is quite substancial but your really never going to make it by taking chair shots for a living are you? And then there is you Cyrus, Ah! I see potential here......... shame your just a pussy though isn't it!
The crowd burst into hysterics and Cyrus is gritting his teeth and is ready to snap
MVD:- You see guys, the future for you 2 potential superstars is somewhere in between each other's style, no no no! Hold on just one second, how about someone who is Hardcore enough to do multiple takes with Jenna Jameson and still go out and win a Steel Cage match against Gambino, and so technical he makes the Architect from the Matrix sound like a jibbering retard?
Well guys, neither of you can be M..V..D (2 thumb pose as the crowd shouts along with MVD) but you can be the 2nd and the 3rd best wrestlers in the ring right now, and thats what we're going to find out when you two meet for the Extreme title, because once we know who the "number 2" is out of you guys then MVD is gonna take pleasure flushing you down the pipe!
With this MVD takes the microphone and passes it to Cyrus who along with Splinter can only watch in amazement as MVD leaves ringside,managing to talk himself into a title match at their own contract signing!
Stanyer: Well, that was interesting Now MVD has, rather surprisingly, thrown his hat into the Extreme Title pool.
Poppa: I see MVD has lost none of his arrogance in the near 3 years he's been in the PWF.
Stanyer: I don't think it's possible for him to become less arrogant and egotistical, only more.
Poppa: Tell me about it
Stanyer: Well, it's time for one of the most important matches of the night, as Nightshade takes on Desperation for only the 2nd time.
Poppa: Well, the popular theory is that Bishop is Desperation, but Bishop has guaranteed to be at ringside while Desperation fights tonight's match.
Stanyer: Could that be why he was talking to nRw? Desperation I mean, not Bishop.
Poppa: We shall have to wait and see
Stanyer: And where the hell IS Shane Dight?
Credit: The Pelican
"The Dreaming Tree" by the Dave Matthews Band plays as Bishop makes his way down to ringside. Rather than join the announcing team, he decides to sit at the timekeepers table.
"Counterfeit God" plays as Nightshade makes his way down to the ring, he doesn't get into the ring, but instead walks around to Bishop and gets up close to his face. Bishop, as if to prove a point, grabs a microphone.
Bishop: "Check my face if you like, this isn't Mission Impossible, this is my real face. I am Bishop, and as you're about to see, I am NOT Desperation."
As if on cue, Desperations music and the familiar man in the Black Mask walks through the curtain. If we could see his face, he would probably be smiling.
Report: Nightshade charges up the ramp after Desperation, who meets him with an exchange of right hands. But Nightshade's fury cannot be held back and he beats Desperation up the stage and throws him face first into the set. Nightshades tries again, but Desperation breaks free and scrambles away, heading for the ring. Nightshade catches up with him and a club across the neck sends Desperation stumbling towards the ring. Nightshade follows him and tosses him face first into the ring post and then throws him into the ring. Once Nightshade rolls into the ring, the referee rings the bell to officially start the match. Nightshade doesn't even allow Desperation a moments peace. He just beats him down again and again. For over 2 minutes, Nightshade just smashes Desperation's face in with vicious right hands. Then suddenly, we hear a familiar voice ..
Voice: "Hello Nightshade"
Nightshade spins around and sees none other than Desperation standing in the rampway. He turns to look at the man in the ring, then again at the man in the aisle. He looks puzzled for a moment, until the one in the ring suddenly rolls him up. Carlton Rock is there to make the count & the in-ring Desperation picks up the victory!!!
Stanyer: Oh dear .
Nightshade seems undecided about who to go after, he gives an evil look to Bishop and then turns and charges after the man standing in the aisle. Desperation spins and races up the ramp, Nightshade stops halfway and looks back at the guy in the ring, he can't seem to make up his mind, but eventually he decides to chase the guy who went through the entrance way. Our cameras follow him as he asks a crew member which direction he went. He points him in the direction of the car park. Nightshade races that way, we are forced to switch to a camera in the car park. We see Desperation running towards a waiting car, inside we can see none other than Shane Dight beckoning Desperation towards him. Nightshade comes hurtling through the nearest doors and races to cut Desperation off. But he is not quick enough and Desperation makes it to the car, he sits down and gives Nightshade a wave before the door slams shut and they speed off. Nightshade races towards his own car before he remembers that he doesn't have his keys with him, and bashes the bonnet of his own car in anger.
Poppa: He is not in a good mood not at all.
The cameras cut to the backstage area as the crowd makes a loud pop for the man standing next to PWF reporter Johnny Mayhem... the World champ, Sabre.
Mayhem: "Sabre, we all want to hear your thoughts about your title match tonight against Hanibal, the man who actually got a clean pin on you last week during the three on three match..."
Sabre: "Hanibal, you got the pin. You waited for all hell to break loose and like the starving, mangy little mutt that you are you went for the pickings. Nevertheless, I give the devil his due. Tonight, you get a shot at this... The PWF's highest honour. But that's where the compliments ends for you, pal. Ya see, you and the other two stooges may think you're running the show with this big comeback but as always, you haven't got a whole heap to show for it. Because when it comes to the crunch you or your little buddies just don't have what it takes. You never have you never will, that simple. Say what you will about last week but tonight, I will OWN you. An ego is all fine and dandy but when we square off in the ring, all it's going to do is make the loss that much harder for you to handle."
Mayhem: "Well tonight also marks your second title defence, the previous going to Gambino just after End of the World. Surely after all this work, you're feeling burnt out."
Sabre: "My title is on the line because holding it means you're the best, that simple. And hell, if I have to defend it week in week out than that's what I'll do - I wouldn't want it any other way. But tonight isn't just a title defence against Larry, Curly or Moe. Tonight will also be about sending a message to the one guy who's been pestering me since End of the World... Golgotha! Mate, you've been trying to tear me down ever since you became number one contender. Every time your face is on the television, it spouts off stories about how I'm not numero uno and you're the right person for the title... Well to hell with what you think! I've been quiet for one reason and one reason only... actions speak louder than words. So tonight... I'm gonna put your words to rest when I turn that pond scum Hanibal's face into a smashed crab."
Sabre takes a final focused look into the camera before striding out of shot, leaving Mayhem with the mic as cameras pan back into a shot of the cheering audience and numerous signs...
The crowd is beginning to get prepared for the match as the two superstars eye each other from their respected corners of the ring. The referee explains the rules to Hanibal who nods and smirks and Sabre, Sabre equally understands the rules the referee sets out when he is told them and then the bell is rung.
Stanyer: Here we go PWF fans, Hanibal gets maybe his one and only shot at the World Title against Sabre who Hanibal pinned last week
Poppa: Many people don't like Hanibal, most times I don't but I just hope he kicks the living piss out of Sabre
Stanyer: Try to stay professional for the rest of the broadcast Poppa
Poppa: *Pfff*
Credit: Grimm
Report: The two men in the ring begin to circle each other, sizing each other up and planning out their first attack. They move into the centre of the ring and tie up, both push back and forth to gain control for a good 30 seconds but its Sabre who gets control of the maneuver with a headlock. Sabre lets out a laugh as he wrenches down on the headlock but then receives a elbow to the stomach which seems to faze him quite a bit. Sabre shakes the effect of the shot to the gut off but gets another one and then is sent into the ropes, Sabre hits the ropes and comes in for a flying clothesline but Hanibal ducks the move into a splits position. Sabre bounces off the opposite ropes but then gets caught by the feet of Hanibal and is flipped over onto his back, Hanibal kips up and drops a stiff elbow to the throat of the World Champion. Hanibal makes the cover .1 .2 .Sabre kicks out and pushes Hanibal away.
Stanyer: This match just getting started and its already a high impact contest
Poppa: Its matches like this that prove that PWF is the pinnacle of Professional Wrestling
Stanyer: Quite right Poppa
Sabre gets to his feet obviously a bit angry and shocked at the same time as Hanibal taunts the crowd which gets a mixed reaction, mostly boos but there are some apparent cheers in the crowd. Sabre takes this opportunity to get the upper hand as he waits for Hanibal to turn around and levels him with a dropkick right to the face. Sabre pulls Hanibal to his feet and then delivers some hard right hands to his face. He then sends him into the ropes before planting him with a hard Sidewalk Slam. He decides not to cover and instead comes off the ropes and hits a hard elbow drop before he does in fact make the cover. .1 .2 . Hanibal kicks out. Sabre picks him up to his feet and hits a few right hands pushing Hanibal into the corner. Sabre comes into the corner with a head full of steam and hits an awesome shoulder block to the gut before he lifts Hanibal up to the top rope. Sabre he climbs up and looks to hit a Superplex. But Hanibal counters with a poke to the eye a some quick punches, Sabre wobbles on the turnbuckle as he is off balance, Hanibal rears back and elbows Sabre off to the mat. Hanibal stands up and taunts the crowd as Sabre gets to his feet, As Sabre just gets to his feet, Hanibal leaps off the top ropes and catches him with a Flying Sidekick to the jaw. Hanibal takes a moment to compose himself and then arrogantly does a quick pose as he pulls Sabre to his feet. Hanibal hooks Sabre up for a suplex and quickly drops the champ but doesn't let go as he raises him back up for a second one and then a third one, Hanibal raises Sabre up once more and holds the suplex a 30 seconds and then switches it into a jackhammer. Hanibal doesn't make a cover as he gets to his feet and taunts the crowd which gets an asshole chant started around the arena. Sabre slowly begins to stir as he rolls onto his back and gets to a knee, Meanwhile Hanibal is still focused on the crowd as he has a word with a large sized female in the front row.
Stanyer: Hanibal should spend less time fighting with fans
Poppa: He should spend No Time fighting with the fans, its completely pointless and he could lose the match because of this
Sabre has gotten back to his feet as Hanibal finally turns around and sends the Australian superstar towards the ropes, Sabre uses his athleticism to bound onto the top rope and laugh himself at Hanibal, connecting with a missile dropkick. Hanibal gets floored by the move but gets back to his feet quickly and is met with an arm drag and then an arm dragon screw. The champ gets to his feet and lets out a yell which gets the fans on their feet. Sabre makes his way towards Hanibal and is met with a right hand as Hanibal gets to his feet, the two begin to trade off with rights and lefts. Sabre gets the advantage and sends Hanibal into the ropes who ducks an incoming clothesline and hits the opposite ropes, Both men run at each other and score with a clothesline each. Hanibal pulls himself to his feet as Sabre is slowly making his way to his feet. Hanibal delivers a couple of gut kicks and then sends Sabre to the ropes. Hanibal then springs up and snaps Sabre over with a perfect Hurricanrana. Hanibal doesn't bother with a cover, instead he takes time out to taunt a couple of the fans in the front row yet again. Hanibal turns back to Sabre who is almost on his feet now. Hanibal charges in, but Sabre catches him with a Back Elbow. Hanibal is quick to his feet, but only so Sabre can send him into the ropes. However Sabre is caught by surprise when Hanibal catches him clean on the jaw with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Sabre staggers up to his feet shaking his head and checking his jaw. Hanibal pushes him into the corner with forearms and gut kicks. Hanibal then whips Sabre to the opposite corner, however he reverses and then follows in. Hanibal amazingly rolls up and over the turnbuckle and lands on the apron. Sabre is taken completely by surprise and simply runs into the corner and bounces off, allowing Hanibal to clothesline him down. Hanibal then slingshots over the ropes into a Leg Drop and then hooks the leg. .1 .2 Sabre kicks out. Hanibal climbs to the top rope and stands up, arms outstretched and shouting out various insults at the crowd. Sabre staggers to his feet, only to watch Hanibal fly off and take him down with a spectacular Flying Body Press. Hanibal lands in a cover. .1 .2 . Sabre continues to show his toughness and kicks out. Hanibal gets up and quickly bounces off the ropes and hits a standing Shooting Star Press. Hanibal then drags Sabre into the middle of the ring and hooks up his legs before turning him over for the Boston Crab. The referee slides down to the face of Sabre asking him if he wants to give up. Sabre is trying not to cry out, but his face shows the pain he is in. Hanibal looks back towards the referee and then begins to pull himself towards the ropes. The referee is on his belly, right up in Sabre's face, this allows Hanibal to grab the ropes with his free hand and increase the pressure on Sabre, finally making him cry out in pain. Hanibal continues to use the ropes, while keeping an eye on the official. The referee starts to get up to check on Hanibal, and he promptly lets go of the ropes.
Stanyer: Dam that Hanibal, always having to cheat to try and get a win
Poppa: He lies, He cheats, He
Stanyer: Finish that sentence and I will personally send you a collection of tapes of Sabre's great promos and make you watch them
Poppa: Jason .God Dam It
The referee goes back to checking on Sabre, allowing Hanibal to grab the rope again. However this time Hanibal gets caught as the ref looks up much sooner, and spots what Hanibal is doing. He immediately kicks Hanibal's arm off the rope and then calls for a break. Hanibal releases the hold and then begins to argue with the referee. Sabre uses this time to get to his feet, although he keeps checking his knee. Hanibal has had enough of the argument and turns back towards the fight, but walks straight into Sabre who boots him in the gut and then delivers the DDT. Sabre covers. 1 ..2 . Hanibal kicks out. Sabre pulls Hanibal up to his feet and scores with a hard right hand. Sabre then sends Hanibal into the ropes before flooring him with a stiff left arm clothesline. Hanibal struggles to his feet. Sabre goes behind and plants Hanibal with a hard German Suplex, with a bridge. ..1 ..2 . Hanibal just kicks out. Sabre pull Hanibal up to his feet and goes for a standing clothesline, but Hanibal ducks it and then locks Sabre in a Full Nelson, before planting him with a Dragon Suplex, with a bridge. 1 ..2 .. Sabre just kicks out. Both men stay down for a moment, but then they begin to get to their feet. Hanibal scores with a couple of right hands. He then goes for the Ego Trip (Fishermen's DDT), but Sabre counters with an Ego Trip of his own, Sabre makes the pin. ..1 ..2 .. Hanibal just kicks out. Sabre kips up to his feet and lifts up Hanibal and goes to send him off the ropes but Hanibal reverses it and sends Sabre instead, As Sabre hits the ropes Hanibal ducks his head. Sabre comes to the middle of the ring where Hanibal is and steps on the nRw member's shoulders and then back flips off his shoulders right into a ddt. The crowd erupts as Sabre makes the cover .1 2 3 ..No! the referee notices Hanibal's foot is on the ropes and explains to Sabre the match must continue.
Stanyer: Jesus Christ Almighty that was an amazing move!
Poppa: I'll give him that, that move made a huge impact on this match
Sabre gets to his feet looking a bit shocked that Hanibal's resilience is so high, quickly he shakes it off and turns his attention to a still groggy Hanibal who's just begun to get to his feet. Sabre grabs Hanibal and attempts to send him into the ropes but Hanibal holds onto Sabre's arm and brings the champ into him and nails a picture perfect Cross Face Halo. Both men lie motionless on the mat as the ref begins the ten count ..1 2 ..3 ..4 .5 ..6 ..7 8 ..9 Hanibal rolls an arm onto Sabre 1 ..2 .. Sabre just gets his shoulder up as a huge cheer from the crowd echoes through the arena. Hanibal, still in a groggy state, grabs the ref and tells him it was a 3 count but the ref argues back and explains Sabre just got his shoulder up. Hanibal gets to his feet and grabs Sabre, he sets him up and nails a tiger driver and holds the move for a pin ..1 2 ..3 NO! Sabre got his shoulder up within an inch of the match of being over. Hanibal's eyes begin to bug out as he gets to his feet and grabs the ref, the two trade words about what just happened and the ref appears to be in control of the matter. Hanibal begins to walk towards Sabre but then turns and plants the ref with an awesome Super Kick right on the face, The ref goes down and is obviously out which gives Hanibal time to slide out of the ring and pick up the World Title belt and a chair.
Stanyer: What the hell is he doing!? You can't Super Kick an official!
Poppa: Looks like he just did
Stanyer: And now he's going to cheat to win! I pray there's some way Sabre can come out of this!
Poppa: Don't hold your breath ..On second thought...Hold your breath
Hanibal slides back into the ring and lays the chair down, still holding onto the belt he tells Sabre to get up. Sabre slowly gets to his feet and gets planted with the belt right in the face, Hanibal laughs as he place the title belt on his shoulder and parades around the ring with a grin on his face which prompts the crowd to start a Hani-ball-less chant. Hanibal flips off some of the crowd and then turns back to Sabre who is now bleeding from the forehead, Hanibal tosses the World Title out of the ring and picks up the chair he had brought in earlier. Hanibal smacks the mat with the chair and waits for Sabre who is on one knee. As soon as Sabre gets up Hanibal charges with the chair high in the air, Hanibal swings but Sabre gets a quick kick in the gut on Hanibal before the chair makes the contact. The chair drops and Sabre quickly flips up onto Hanibal and nails a "Sabre's Edge"(Rios Driver) right on the chair. Sabre gets to his feet quickly and turns Hanibal over before going to the top rope. Sabre looks out to the crowd and then leaps off the top rope hitting a perfect "Sabre Air"(450 Splash). The ref, who was out, finally gets back into the match in time to see the cover .1 2 ..3!!!
Stanyer: Sabre Won! He Beat Hanibal even when he cheated!!
Poppa: Thought I told you to hold your breath
Stanyer: An outstanding match from two outstanding competitors.
Poppa: There you go, praising the nRw wrestlers again, can you please stop that oh wait, that favours Sabre.. sorry, you were saying?
Stanyer: Well, we've had a fantastic night, and Sabre has held onto his World Title in a fantastic contest. We'll see you all next week folks.
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