Prudential Center in Newark, NJ.
July 20, 2008

A placid moan is given, as Sarah Knight bows against the waist-high barrier of the parking lot. Approximately seven floors high, she gapes down to the earth as the smoke inhaled from her cigarette flows hypnotically from between her lips. It remains quiet for the most part up until the advancement of her dear friend Star, a gal carrying such a quizzical gaze.

Toni Terror: I was wondering when you’d show, or even if you’d show.

Star: What’s this all about?

Sarah snickers, allowing her cigarette to drop from her hand.

Toni Terror: I need some advice.

Star: Advice? You need advice?

Star’s eyes grow wide with disappointment.

Star: You ask me to walk seven flights of stairs, the same stairs, mind you, I’ll have to walk right back down—just so you can ask for advice!? That’s what my office is for, Sarah.

Slowly creeping her body around, she, at last, connects eyesight with the boss.

Toni Terror: That’s just it. I’m tired of always having someone peaking over my shoulder when I talk to you in your office. So, I decided to meet here… where there are no lurkers.

Peering down at her shoes, Sarah begins to nod off with her head.

Toni Terror: I’m growing tired of your bullshit, Star.

Star: Excuse me; my bullshit?

Toni Terror: Yeah; your bullshit!

Star: I’m sorry, but this is stupid. I do not have the time for this. The next time you care to drag me into something, make sure you come to my office to do so.

Sarah, growing disturbed with the idea of Star’s carelessness, jolts forward, thrusting her hands against Star’s back with a vicious shove.

Star: Hold up, bitch! You lay your hands on me again, and I’m going to send you falling on your knees—not only that, but you’ll be a handicapped bitch without a job; you got me?

Toni Terror: You may think you have some kind of power over me, baby, but the truth is: you’re just another washed up, has-been cunt playing ‘chairperson.’ You’re no fucking threat anymore, Star; to me or anyone! You’re just a woman that signs checks now. I carry not even the smallest speck of gratitude for what insult you have reduced yourself to. You’re the woman in the back now. You no longer cross the minds of what true talent walks your halls now when we’re putting our lives on the line week after week.

Star: We? Last I checked—you’re not a superstar anymore.

Toni Terror: Why would I care to be? You never listen to issues, and the ones that happen to make it to your desk never get resolved.

Star: You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.

Toni breaks away by turning her back on Star, once again facing off in the distance.

Toni Terror: Just watch your back, love. You no longer sign my checks, and until you do—I’m going to have my fun. That is—unless you want to prove you’re worth more than what I believe and sign me back on your roster.

Star: I have nothing to prove to you.

Star takes her first, few steps in waking away as Terror breaks into laughter.

Toni Terror: That’s right—go enjoy the paperwork, you forgotten slime.

Star pauses for a brief, disturbing second, before shaking it off and continuing on her way.

 

 

The riveting sounds of “No Jesus Christ" by Seether begins to blast across the PA system as the lights around the arena slowly begin to dim.

Before you hedge those bets you placed against me
Be reticent of fortunes they foretell
Your verbal defecation I can't wash away despite myself
Your vanity, it seems, has served you well

On the screens that line the entire arena appears multiple images of broken bodies laying in and around the ring with the shadows of three men standing over them.

You're so quick to choose the path walked by the righteous
So you can go and nest among the weak
The innocent observers will refuse to find the lie within
Renew the disappointment of the meek

Multiple spotlights begin to flash all around the arena in a similar fashion to prison lights searching for escaped convicts...

You're no Jesus Christ!
You're no Jesus Christ!

The spotlights suddenly focus on a group of figures standing in the balcony section of the building.

...E B D O N E N T E R T A I N M E N T P R E S E N T S...

...T H E P A N T H E O N...

Put the gun in my mouth and pull the trigger
I feel so alive here
Put the gun in my mouth that tastes so bitter
I feel so alive here

The spotlights converges on the group standing in the balcony section of the building surrounded by still more figures who are holding off the fans around them dressed in t-shirts that read “Pantheon Security”. One of the men is standing on a railing with his arms outstretched in a mock-crucifix pose while another stands below him, with a female figure just off to the side also striking the crucifix pose. As the music continues blaring the three slowly make their way down the stairs and through the crowd, approaching the guard rail still flanked by their personal security escort.

You're no Jesus Christ!
You're no Jesus Christ!

You keep takin' over
I keep rollin' over
I can't take it anymore
I can't take it anymore

Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome Christy Matthews, the PDW Bloodshed Champion Nicholas Jaxx and the PDW Prodigy Champion Pete Ebdon, collectively they are Platinum’s Most Wanted: THE PANTHEON!

Before you hedge those bets you placed against me
Be reticent of fortunes they foretell
Your verbal defecation I can't wash away despite myself
Your vanity, it seems, has served you well

By this point the group have climbed over the guard rail and are now standing on the ring apron. Ebdon walks to one end of the apron while Christy walks to the other and they both climb the outside of the turnbuckles, standing on the middle rope to strike the crucifix pose once again while Jaxx climbs the ropes in the middle, raising the Bloodshed Championship above his head with pride.

You keep takin' over
I keep rollin' over
I can't take it anymore
I can't take it anymore
I can't take it anymore
I can't take it anymore

Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome Christy Matthews, the PDW Bloodshed Champion Nicholas Jaxx and the PDW Prodigy Champion Pete Ebdon, collectively they are Platinum’s Most Wanted: THE PANTHEON!

Before you hedge those bets you placed against me
Be reticent of fortunes they foretell
Your verbal defecation I can't wash away despite myself
Your vanity, it seems, has served you well

By this point the group have climbed over the guard rail and are now standing on the ring apron. Ebdon walks to one end of the apron while Christy walks to the other and they both climb the outside of the turnbuckles, standing on the middle rope to strike the crucifix pose once again while Jaxx climbs the ropes in the middle, raising the Bloodshed Championship above his head with pride.

You keep takin' over
I keep rollin' over
I can't take it anymore
I can't take it anymore
I can't take it anymore
I can't take it anymore

Jaxx bounces up and down on the ropes for a moment before ducking between the middle and top ropes and strutting across the ring while Ebdon and Christy both jump simultaneously in to the ring. Christopher Richter, one of the group wearing the Pantheon Security shirts, grabs the microphone from Sammantha Jinx and throws it up to Ebdon in the ring who removes the PDW Prodigy Championship from his waist and places it across his shoulder with a grin as he raises the microphone up, leaning back on the ropes in almost a relaxed manner as the crowd begin to chant “WHERE’S YOUR LEADER” as loudly as they can.

Pete Ebdon: It never fails to surprise me how the ignorant flock together. All week the three of us have been hearing the same bullshit from everybody who’s spoken our names, they all seem to think that the Pantheon is dead and buried without Payne apparently leading the way but I’ve got some very disappointing news for you all, the Pantheon isn’t going away, the Pantheon IS JUST GETTING STARTED!!

The fans boo loudly as Jaxx shakes his head, climbing the ropes again and raising the Bloodshed title and shouting out at the fans “YOU WISH YOU WERE AS AWESOME AS THIS!” Ebdon just laughs, waiting for the booing to quieten slightly before lifting up the microphone once again.

Pete Ebdon: Now when I originally planned this little segment in my head I was going to just walk out here and tell the world that Joshua Payne was gone – and whether he’s gone forever from PDW I’m not aware but I do know that as of my victory last week Joshua Payne’s apparent leadership within this stable and his apparent stranglehold on this company IS gone forever. Payne may come back, who am I to say for certain either way considering he won’t even return my calls, but if he does he’ll have to start again from the bottom and work his way up and while he does that, while he earns his stripes fighting the dead-beats of this company like Eric Keo and Killah Kong he’ll have to look up and see his former “partner” standing at the top of this company, at the peak of the mountain and holding high above his head the one thing that Joshua Payne truly covets, the PDW Platinum Championship!

The fan boo again as Ebdon just begins to laugh.

Pete Ebdon: Now ladies and gentlemen I would like to take a moment to introduce to you the new look Pantheon. Originally I had planned to bring out Giovianni Aries alongside us but apparently he’s busy preparing for his match against Steve Jason, a match were he to win would officially mean that he dropped the status of “Apostle” and joined the true Kings – or Queens – amongst men that stand before you. On my left I present to you a woman with almost no experience in the wrestling business and yet a woman who has not only impressed consistently since her unscheduled debut but who tonight as the opportunity to dethrone the longest reigning Cyber Champion in this companies history. Ladies and gentlemen she is “Untouchable” in every possible sense of the word, CHRISTY MATTHEWS!

Christy does a little courtesy in the ring but the fans only pummel her with more jeering, and a “YOU LOVE JASON” chant stands up that brings a smile to both her face and Ebdon’s. She leans over toward the microphone with a smirk across her face.

Christy Matthews: Please, Steve Jason can’t touch me – literally!

Ebdon smirks as well now as he looks over to Jaxx, who brushes himself down and lowers the Bloodshed Championship belt to his side, bowing his head slightly as well.

Pete Ebdon: You all already know the man to my right but you know him as something of the class clown, right? You know this man as a man who likes to make people laugh and while I would never take that away from him getting the laughs from the people is no longer his only accomplishment. Tonight this man is being forced in to a HANDICAP match simply because he’s already proven that no ONE MAN can take from him what so many covet, the Bloodshed Championship. Ladies and gentlemen “The King of Sin” himself, NICHOLAS JAXX!!

Jaxx takes a step forward, raising the Bloodshed title above his head with one hand while pointing to himself with the other and shouting loudly enough that the microphone can hear:

Nicholas Jaxx: Damn right mother fuckers, the One And Only! The hottest thing in PDW, the sexiest man in professional wrestling and living proof that when you’re Pantheon you’re just better!

Ebdon raises the microphone up but Christy takes it from his hand.

Christy Matthews: And now a man who needs no introduction, but who would happily have given himself one anyway but a man who shouldn’t need to introduce himself to the peon’s of this pathetic little company. Your next Platinum Champion, the NINETEEN TIME Heavyweight Champion of the World – can any of you idiots in New Jersey even count that high? – and the saviour of this sport, The Anointed One, The Messiah of Professional Wrestling and the Lord of the Ring, your PDW Prodigy Champion PETE freaking EBDON!

The whole arena starts a “NO MESSIAH” chant as Ebdon takes back the microphone with a smirk. He completely ignores the chanting from the fans however, just looking across at the camera instead.

Pete Ebdon: From this moment forth the Pantheon you knew is gone. From this moment forth the pathetic little “war” is done with because I’m not here to destroy this company, I’m not here to cripple people so that they can’t continue to fight and I damn sure have no intention of ending the career of men like Steve Jason because without him around who would there be to validate my superiority? Every great man needs an enemy against whom to prove himself the better so why would I ever want to see Steve Jason driven from this company when instead I can just continue to humiliate him inside the ring? Welcome to my world, welcome to my vision for the future of this company. No longer will you see recruit after recruit join this group, no longer will you see pointless blood shed from pointless individuals. Speak No Evil is the dawn of a new day, the turn of a new page and from today the Pantheon will no longer be considered an evil entity, we will be considered your saviours. We are the Pantheon; we are Platinum’s Most Wanted and WE ARE PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!

Jaxx leans over with a smirk.

Nicholas Jaxx: Now bow down mother fuckers!

“No Jesus Christ” by Seether blasts across the PA system once again as the three individuals in the ring raise their arms in to the air, with Ebdon and Jaxx holding the Prodigy and Bloodshed Championships respectively high up for the fans to see. As the trio make their way from the ring we cut to ringside where Reggie Stallworth is sporting a particular shiny new watch.

David Wright: Do you believe this? Two weeks ago they were kissing Payne’s ass, now they’re all glad that he’s gone?

Reggie Stallworth: Well technically only Jaxx was kissing Payne’s ass but personally I’m glad that he’s gone, the Pantheon is better off without a maniac like that leading the way.

David Wright: Well you’ve certainly changed your tune.

Reggie Stallworth: What can I say; I recognise a good thing when I see one.

David Wright: And that new watch of yours didn’t have anything to do with it of course?

Reggie Stallworth: This watch was a thanks for all my good work over the past few weeks, that’s all. These men – and woman – know how to look after their fans DW, if you weren’t so busy fantasising about Blake Selters maybe you’d realise that.

David Wright: Fantasizing about Blake Selters?

Reggie Stallworth: Don’t deny it Reggie, we’ve all seen the way you look at him dreamily and we all know that little white stain on your shirt sure ain’t mayonnaise!

David Wright: What stain?

Reggie Stallworth: Ha! Made you look...

 

The scene opened up backstage only to catch London coming through the backstage doors, with a backpack on and in his hands were an aluminum bat that was signed by Barry Bonds earlier this year, a Singapore Cane in the other hand as attached on the side of him was what seemed like an expensive stun gun and handcuffs. The crowd goes in a frenzy to his sighting at the arena. With a look of bad intentions, Kindred strolled through the hallway, bypassing several of the workers. He then pass by the office of Star. Continuing his pacing down the hallway, he nearly barrels into Star, before quickly halting in which followed by a head shake.

Star looked at him with much surprise, seeing the weapons in his hand, a bat, a cane, stun gun and handcuffs with a backpack. What the hell was he thinking? Kindred just stood there with a smirk on his face.

Star: What the hell are you up to?

Kindred looking down at the tools of choice in his hands.

Kindred London: I’m about to go hit some homeruns, lock up some hookers and stick a stungun to some pimps while beating them down with this cane. Wanna come along?

Kindred said with much sarcasm. Star just looked down, shaking her head before looking back at Kindred.

Star: No. I’m not going to let you come in here and terrorize the roster. Actually, you are on the Absentee’ list ... so if you go to lay a hand on any of the superstars around here ... you’ll be given a big fine.

Kindred: Whoa ... What? A fine. Your ‘bro’? Wow .... It’s amazing how your mood changes, like a damn pendulum swing.

Star: Just don’t do it ...

Kindred: “... Reconsider ...... Read some Liter ...”

Kindred cracked a smile. Star didn’t give off any kind of smile.

Star: What are you here for with these weapons?

She asked the curious question .... Kindred couldn’t help but grin.

Kindred: I’ve come to take care of some buisness tonight. Don’t worry ... you won’t have to issue out more than two ambulance trucks.

Star arched her brow, looking at Kindred with an “Oh Really?” expression on her face.

Star: Look, I know you’ve had your past issues with the “St. Johns” ... but there’s always a time to forgive and forget.

Kindred again grins, cracking out a laugh.

Kindred: Hahahaha .... Damn you know me too well. I knew I couldn’t pass your defense. You ‘sonofagun’ you ....

Kindred with pure sarcasm just shrugs his shoulders as he looks to bypass Star.

Kindred: Look, tonight, I’m just preparing myself for the unexpected. You know people around this bitch now are pretty short-tempered ... like me. Makes for the perfect showdown. However, about those “St. Johns” ... didn’t think they were still around. More like deceased. Thought both committed homicide, starting with that man-woman.

Kindred: Bitch was strong as a vice .... I’m surprised the two still are together. Thought she strangled him and in return he raped her off her giblets. They were strange, after all, Star. C’mon ... don’t need to lie, you see them every time, and the strange, awkwardness between the two.

Star began to crack a smile as well, trying to remain serious.

Kindred: Heh, anyways ... I’ve got some exterminating to do. A crew of raunchy mices are surfacing around the arena. Look at the bright side of it all, ... I’m saving you some cash! Enjoy it!

Kindred swimming his way past Star, he continued on down the hallways as Star just stared at him from behind, shaking her head continuously.

Star: All just a bunch of ‘nuts’ around here ....

 

 

 

Strap Match

Reminiscence vs. Talena

 

Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a strap match. Introducing first, hailing all the way from California, REMINISCENCE!

Smokes begins to cloud the entrance stage, as purple strobe lights light the stage. "Latin Activity" plays, and Reminiscence walks out from the back. As she makes her way down to the ring, she acknowledges the fans by making gestures.

Sammantha Jinx: And her opponent, from right here in Philadelphia, TALENA BAPTISTE!

“Down” by Chris Brown featuring Kanye West suddenly fills the air. With no delay Talena Baptiste runs out onto the stage in a black tank top and baggy white, spray paint decorated pants. Her hair is pulled back into cornrows and her face lights up as she stares out into the crowd. She throws her fist into the air, receiving a large pop from the crowd as she makes her way down the ramp.

The referee is tying the long, long, leather strap which looks like it came from a Wal-Mart in East Texas to the right wrist of both girls. Talena and Remi are standing close to post-to-post, away from each other when the referee assures himself that the strap will hold, and he signals for the bell. The two ladies of wrestling are in a stand-off. Talena is the first to make her move, as she tugs lightly on the strap, and raises her eyebrows slightly when she finds that there is no give from the other end. Remi has come to fight tonight, and Talena is realizing this very quickly.

David Wright: And we’re off already as both ladies size one another up.

Reggie Stallworth: Not much to size up on Talena. She is TINY! But still damn cute. She’s legal, right?

The match starts slow, both Remi and Talena circling each other as much as the slack of leather bondage will allow. The fans appear to be divided on this one, as the few quiet murmurs from the crowd insinuate affection and support for both competitors. Talena is the first to enter the middle of the ring, where she extends her hand in a show of sportmanship. Remi pauses, and then does the same. The two lock hands and shake twice before Talena uses her superior speed to twist around Remi, using the leather strap to clothesline her opponent down to the mat. Talena is quick for the cover, and the referee is quick to oblige.

One...

Two...

Remi kicks out of the near fall and quickly gets to her feet. Talena is smiling wryly, enjoying the fact that the rookie got schooled. Remi just nods her head as the two circle the ring once more. Talena appears to get bored of this very quickly, as she yanks the strap toward her, which sends Remi chugging along, appearing to set up another clothesline, but Remi ducks the effort. Remi is quick to circle around Talena, wrapping her in the strap, tripping her with a sweeping leg and then makes the cover.

David Wright: Remi makes the cover…

One

Two

David Wright: And Talena’s out!

Talena barely wriggles out enough to get the shoulder up. The crowd applauds the effort, and both competitors are back on their feet.

It doesn't take long this time for Remi to yank the strap her way, and force Talena into a collar and elbow tie-up. Using her superior strength, Remi pushes Talena far into the ropes, where the referee calls for a break. Remi breaks willingly enough, once again showing her status as a rookie as Talena grabs a bunch of slack and uses the strap as a whip, striking Remi across the face. The men in attendance throw out cat calls and whistles as Remi tries desperately to get away from the lashes of Talena. Talena is showing a vicious streak, as by the fourth strike, the leather begins to crack. Remi stumbles back, and then falls to a knee. Talena uses this to run the ropes and plant Remi in the face with a beautiful missile dropkick! Talena goes for another quick cover.

One

Two

Kick out by Remi!

David Wright: Remi needs to watch herself. That was a close one.

Remi is now furious with herself, her manager Deja slamming the mat from the outside in protest. All the while, Talena is looking rather pleased with herself, and even takes a moment to pop her imaginary collar. Remi sees this and throws caution to the wind, rushing to Talena and spearing her through the ropes and to the floor!

As Talena falls, the slack from the strap tightens and Talena's fall is broken by her shoulder joint, as her knees collide with the floor and she is being propped up by the strap. Remi is satisfied and begins yanking on the strap to pull Talena back in the ring, worsening the stress on Talena's shoulder joint. Talena lets out a gasp of pain as she quickly obliges and gets to the apron. With Gravity no longer working against her, Talena takes a moment and tugs back on the strap. Remi uses this forward momentum to rush forward, hoping to strike Talena off of the apron. Talena—the veteran—sees this coming and ducks, pulling the top rope down with her. Remi spills over the top and collides with the apron before collapsing like a bad cartoon across the mats outside the ring.

Talena gauges the slack, and then stands on the apron. She stands there, poised to strike as Remi is getting to her feet...

Remi is up, she is using the barricade for support. She turns and Talena dives, looking for a hurricanrana, but finds only the cold steel of the barricade as she collides with it ass first.

Remi stumbles to the mats, still trying to get her bearings from the fall. Talena is perched on the barricade before she falls back, landing on the mats shoulder first and with a deafening thud. She rolls around as much as the slack allows, gripping her cheeks in pain. Remi takes this opportunity to get to her feet, grab Talena by her weave, and throws her into the ring from under the bottom rope. Remi follows suit, and the action continues int he ring.

With Remi firmly in charge, she begins working the neck of Talena, stomping on it viciously to the disapproval of fans.

Wait... isn't she the face? D'ah well.

Reggie Stallworth: That’s right, T-T! Get vicious!

David Wright: She is most certainly from Philly!

With Talena rolling around the ring like a fish out of water, thick buns bouncing around like a hood rat in the middle of Harlem, Remi is deeply satisfied with herself and decides to grab as much slack as she can, and reciprocates the lashings from earlier, this time to boos from the crowd. Remi's eyes are filled with blood lust, as she says fuck it and mounts the rolling Talena, going for the jugular and strangling Talena!

Talena fights the apparent act of attempted murder, and lands a knee squarely in the box of Remi! For a moment everyone is in shock as Talena's knee seems to slide in casually, before a hurt and disturbed Remi falls over to one side, everything forgotten but the wedged knee.

Talena immediately yanks her knee out and scrambles as far as she can to catch a breath. She then gets to her feet and marches her ass over to Remi, whom she grabs by the hair and helps her up. After a few moments of Remi's wobbly-legs dancing for the crowd, Talena scoops her up and hits her with a body slam. Talena then pauses and Harlem shakes for a moment before leaping high and double-stomping the tits off Remi! Talena flops over for the cover and the referee drops down.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out by Remi!

The fans are looking around the ring, wondering if Remi is going to be picking up silicon after that one. Talena is growing more confident now, as she gets to her feet quickly and grabs Remi by her hair, holding her up. She then heaves with all of her strength and throws Remi across the ring! Remi lands face-first in the canvas, and pulls Talena along thanks to the leather strap. Talena doesn't show a wit of care however, as she simply decides to pull Remi along with the strap, forcing her close to the turnbuckle. From here, Talena decides to climb the turnbuckle, looking for a high risk maneuver. Talena is standing tall, the slack on the leather straining from the distance. Talena then leaps off of the turnbuckles and arcs high, landing a picture perfect moonsault across Remi's deflated chest! Talena hooks the leg with the leather!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR--

KICK OUT by Remi!

The fans are rallying behind Talena now, using their mysterious chanting power to rile her up and cheer her on to victory. Talena is getting more reckless now, as she gets some distance between her and Remi, Remi begins to stir. She's rising to her feet, gradually, slowly, trying to get her bearings after the assault on her boobs. She is cradling her chest when she gets to her feet using the corner when Talena yanks on the strap, pulling Remi by force right into a Superkick!

No!

Remi ducks the superkick, uses the strap and trip Talena, forcing her to fall awkwardly. Using the leather strap, Remi wraps Talena's legs and goes in for the pin, folding Talena's legs behind her head as she does so. The referee is in position!

ONE!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…REMINISCENCE!!!

The bell rings and we have a winner, Reminiscence. The fans of Purple Rain are cheering her on, while the others are shaking their heads, disappointed in the Philly girl.

 

Backstage, Christian Nolan is walking around, clearly lost. He turns a corner, and bumps into Dayshia Raye, knocking a water bottle out of her hands. They both crouch down to pick it up.

No Love: Sorry.

Dayshia: Don't worry about it, frat boy.

Christian smiles.

No Love: That was my brother.

Dayshia: Well, the apple can't fall too far from the tree, now can it?

Christian pulls a piece of paper out his pocket, then a pen, and scribbles his phone number onto it. He then hands it to Dayshia.

Dayshia: Why would I want this?

No Love: In case you change your mind.

Dayshia: Fat chance.

Dayshia brushes past him, grinning. She stuffs his number down her shirt and continues on her way. Christian smiles, and begins to walk down the hallway.

No Love: Oh damn, I should've asked her where the fucking locker rooms are. I'm so lost.

 

 

The camera cuts to the backstage area, where we see Nicholas Jaxx returning to the locker room. She opens the doors and flips the lightswitch, revealing the horrors.

Nicholas Jaxx: WHAT THE FUCK?

The camera cuts around Jaxx to see the destruction of the Pantheon locker room. The large, black banner with "PANTHEON FOREVER" written across it in gold leaf, is now twisted with red spray paint to say "Pleased to Meet You". The camera pans across the room to see articles of clothing defiled and seized, ripped and torn, and spray painted. The Jaxxter, shocked beyond belief, not suspecting that anyone within PDW had the balls... walks around the carnage like a Shellshocked veteran returning to the battlefield after years of absence.

Nicholas Jaxx: How...

In the center of the room, with what looked to be voodoo dolls placed around it in what looked like a half-circle, was a large mountain of personal possessions. Jaxx knelt beside them and turned to pick a piece of clothing up, soaked with something...

Nicholas Jaxx: Oh HELL no!

Jaxx quickly tosses the article away, some Pantheon t-shirt from a merchandise stand. In the pile of shit he sees razor blades, anabolic steroids, dog tags, and many objects of personal affection that belonged to various members of the Pantheon. It's only now that he realizes that someone has pissed on them.

Nicholas Jaxx: OH WHAT THE FUCK!

Jaxx stands, in utter rage and disbelief, for found among the pissed-on effects he sees a signed First Edition of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Jaxx cannot take anymore, and takes one last look across the locker room walls, reading the messages scrawled in between large, arching letters of "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA". Messages like "Jaxx <3 Pig Pussy", "Pete Ebdon has skid marks", "Christy's Jungle Bush" with a crude picture of a crotch that looks to be unshaven for what seemed like years, and last but not least... "Hope you guessed my name."

Nicholas Jaxx: Jesus Christ...

Before he can think, before he can realize that every gym bag, tote bag, and personal briefcase had been stolen, he exits the locker room, more than likely to warn his friends of their new playmate.

Debut Elimination Match

Sean Calloway vs. Christian Nolan vs. Killah Kong

 

 

Sammantha Jinx: The following is a debut Triple Threat Elimination Match. Introducing first making his way to the ring at this time Please welcome Sean CALLOWAY!!!!

"Its A Fight" by Three 6 Mafia blasts through the P.A system as the camera looks around the arena for Calloway, as well as the fans. Then out of nowhere, Sean appears in the crowd, embracing his fan's support with a few fives and handshakes. Sean also gets hyped up with the fans by jumping around with them, pushing them lightly as if he was at the club with them. He then dashes towards the ring area, hoping over the barricade once close up on it. He then slides into the ring and readies himself for the match.

Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent making his way to the ring at this time , ladies and gentlemen please welcome Christian "No Love" NOLAN!!!!

“Brother” fades in, and the lights go completely black. The city of New York appears on the screen, and the camera flies through the streets of a brightly lit Manhattan night, ending at Ground Zero. When the song kicks into full blast, sparks begin to shoot from the left and the right of the entrance, creating a door of sorts. Christian walks slowly through them, then raises slaps his right hand over his heart a few times. He raises his open hands in the air slowly, signaling with his hands for cheers. The sparks retract as he raises his arms, and when he puts them back down, they are gone. Christian walks to the ring, pointing out signs in the crowd that pertain to him, and will grab anti-Christian signs if they are close enough and rip them up. He slides into the ring, climbs the turnbuckle, pointing at his abs and smirking. He puts his hands on his hips, then looks up and to the right, creating his signature “Playboy Pose”. After a few seconds, he drops down and taunts the ref..

Samanntha Jinx: And their opponent making his way to the ring, please welcome the man known as Killah KONG!!!!!!!!!!

Killah Kong takes him time walking down to the ring, staring at the fans as he did before finally sliding in the ring

David Wright: This is quite and opportunity for these three competitors. Someone is going to make a great name for themselves here

Reggie Stallworth: And as we've seen. PDW has some of the best talent in the world and I suspect tonight to be another break out night for PDW as a whole

David Wright: Especially following the events of Disclosure

Both Kong and Nolan turn their attention toward Calloway. They look as though they were making some king of Alliance an shake hands before charging in on Calloway. They both began beating him down in the corner and stomping away at Calloway. Nolan begins reigning left hands down on Calloway until Kong shoves him out off the way. Kong begins repeatedly stomping Calloway but Nolan shoves him aside. They stare at each other for a moment before Kong nails Nolan with a right hand. Nolan fires right back with his own right hand and the two men begin trading blows as Calloway pulls himself up. Calloway charges and takes both Kong and Nolan down with clotheslines and they quickly roll to the floor, leaving Calloway standing tall in the ring.

David Wright: Listen to this crowd. It's clear to see who they are behind in this match.

Reggie Stallworth: Of course but then what do the fans know about anything. They haven't got a clue what true talent is.

Nolan and Kong look at each other. Kong tries to climb back up o n the ring apron but Nolan quickly grabs him and takes him down hard on the floor with a Samoan drop. Nolan gets up proud of himself. He climbs up on the ring apron and Calloway grabs him, bringing Nolan into the ring with a hip toss over the top rope. Nolan gets up and gets hit with a dropkick by Calloway. He goes own and rolls out of the ring but Calloway follows him. Calloway spins Nolan around and nails him with a right hand. Nolan stumbles away and is picked up by Kong. Kong nails Nolan with a Death Valley Driver as Calloway slides back into the ring.

David Wright: Christian Nolan may be out of this now after that vicious Death Valley Driver Killah Kong

Reggie Stallworth: And then there were two. In my opinion smart move by this Killah Kong. It's a lot easier to beat one man than two

David Wright: I'd have to agree with you there. It's now one on one for now

Kong climbs up on the ring apron and Callaway quickly grabs him and catapults him into the ring. Kong lands hard but gets right back to his feet. Calloway backs him into the ropes and goes to whip him across the ring. Kong reverses it and sends Calloway into the ropes. Calloway holds on to the ropes and then goes for a superkick. Kong avoids it, goes behind Calloway and takes him over with a release german suplex. Kong quickly pulls Calloway to the ropes and whips him across the ring. Calloway reverses it and sends Kong to the ropes. Nolan climbs up on the ring apron and pulls the ropes down and Kong spills out of the ring to the arena floo..

David Wright: Christian Nolan with a bit of pay back on Killah Kong.

Reggie Stallworth: You know what I always say. I underhanded trick deserve three in return.

Calloway charges toward Nolan but gets a back elbow. Calloway Fires back with with a forearm shot and both wrestlers begin trading blows back and forth. Calloway gets the upper hand with a stiff right and then looks to bring Nolan in the ring with a suplex. Nolan blocks up and lifts Calloway up as though he was going to suplex him in the floor. Instead he drops Calloway across the top rope and then knocks him back into the ring with a clothesline. Nolan quickly gets in the ring and goes for a pin attempt.

...1

...2

Kong breaks up the count by landing on both Nolan and Calloway with a shooting star press. All three wrestlers roll around the ring pain.

David Wright: What an athletic move by Killah Kong

Reggie Stallworth: Well if you want to impress the Executives in PDW you have to pull out all the stops in a match like this

David Wright: PDW has so much talent. If you want to succeed you have to be able to have that something extra

Kong manages to get up first. He goes after Calloway, pulling him to his feet and nailing him with an Enziguri. Kong quickly goes for a pin attempt.

...1

...2

Nolan yanks Kong away from Calloway. He pulls Kong up then bounces off the ropes and nails Calloway with Dental Work before now going for his own pin attempt

...1

...2

Calloway breaks up the pin. Nolan gets to his feet and goes after Calloway but he ducks out of the way, grabs Nolan and nails a huge DDT out of nowhere. Calloway goes for the pin attempt

...1

...2

Nolan manages to kick out just before the three.

David Wright: What I don't get is why they keep breaking up each other's pin

Reggie Stallworth: Think about it. Wouldn't you like to be the guy that pins both of your opponents. That would certainly be making a statement now wouldn't it?

Calloway slowly pulls Nolan to his feet. He whips Nolan into the ropes and then goes for a Samoan Drop but Nolan drops down behind Calloway. Nolan bounces off the ropes and nails Calloway with a vicious clothesline at the same time Kong catches Calloway with a chop block to the back of his knee. Calloway goes down and rolls around holding his knee. Kong gets up and begins stomping away at the knee of Calloway as Nolan just watches. Kong grabs Calloway and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Setting for the Kong Bomb. Callaway fights back kicking Kong away but Kong charges ring back nailing Callaway on his now injured knee. He lifts Calloway up but Nolan yanks Calloway of the shoulders of Kong. Kong spins around a bit surprised and gets nailed with a paylay kick by Nolan.

David Wright: What a kick by Christian Nolan

Reggie Stallworth: It looks like he turned the lights out on Kong for good

David Wright: He definitely is proving that he will be a force here in PDW.

Nolan kicks Kong out of the ring but gets rolled up from behind by Calloway. Nolan quickly rolls through it and both men get to their feet. Calloway catches Nolan with a quick kick to the midsection. He goes for a t bone suplex but Nolan elbows his way out of the move. He turns and ducks a Clothesline attempt by Calloway and then nails him in the back with a dropkick. Calloway goes flying forwards, cracking heads with Kong. Kong falls back off the ring apron and Callaway falls back into a roll up by Nolan

...1

...2

...3

Samanntha Jinx: Sean Calloway has been eliminated from the match. It's now down two Killah Kong and Christian Nolan

Reggie Stallworth: And just that quick, we find ourselves in one on one situation

David Wright: Though at the moment it looks as though Killah Kong is in no condition to continue

Nolan gets to his feet and almost looks in shock that he got the pin as the referee begins to count Kong out. Nolan stops the counts, rolls out of the ring and gets Kong back in the ring. Nolan slowly goes to the rope. He goes for a moonsault but at the last second Kong moves out of the way. Nolan lands hard and rolls on the mat holding his midsection as Kong pulls himself up. Kong now goes to the top rope an leaps off going for a moonsault of his own. At the last moment, Nolan moves and Kong crashes into the mat.

Reggie Stallworth: Both men missing high risk moves but can either capitalize on an injured opponent

David Wright: Both men are getting to a vertical base and may be the first to strike that wins this one

Both men slowly get up. Nolan grabs Kong and goes for a back suplex but Kong lands on his feet behind Nolan. Kong goes for a German suplex but Nolan nails Kong with a back elbow. Kong staggers backwards and Nolan charges in. Kong leaps up nailing Nolan in back of the head and sending him chest first into the corner. Nolan staggers backwards right into a release German suplex from Kong. Kong waits for Nolan to get up and looks to be going for a Tazzmission. Nolan turns into it and takes Kong over with a back suplex and both men go down.

Reggie Stallworth: Being trained by Steve Jason I expect this Christian Nolan to go down fast but we have seen some great counter wrestling in this one. Must have learned it from somewhere else

David Wright: Would you stop. There are worst things you can be in this business than trained by Steve Jason

Reggie Stallworth: I know but PDW tolerates you anyway

Both men slowly get to their feet Kong is a bit faster and nails Nolal with a stiff uppercut that staggers Nolan. Kong throws Nolan into the corner, then rushes at him, looking for a splash! Nolan brings his legs up, wraps them around Kong's neck and shoulder, then hooks his right foot behind his left knee. He begins to yell, "Triangulator, bitch!" He tries to choke Kong out, but Kong manages to fall close to the ropes and grab the bottom rope causing the break. Nolan breaks the hold but quickly hooks Kong for a pin attempt

...1

...2

Kong manages to kick out.

David Wright: Smart move by Christian Nolan, going for a pi and letting Kong use his energy to kick out after that painful submission

Reggie Stallworth: So Steve Jason taught him a few things doesn't make him a superstar in PDW just yet.

Nolan pulls Kong up and looks to whip him into the corner. Kong reverses it and pulls Nolan into a Short Arm Clothesline. Kong picks Nolan up and sets hi m on the top rope before climbing up with him. Nolan fights back nailing Kong with blows to his back, knocking him away. Kong turns around and gets both feet to his face, knocking him to the mat.. Nolan leaps off going for a elbow drop but Kong rolls out of the way. Nolan lands on the mat hard and Kong quickly locks in the rear naked choke out of nowhere.

Reggie Stallworth: This one maybe over soon for Christian Nolan

David Wright: I agree. He's fighting but after a hard fought match, he's fading fast

Reggie Stallworth: So much for the training of Steve Jason

The referee picks up Nolan's arm twice and drops. He picks his arm up three times and I drops. The referee goes to call for the bell when suddenly Nolan moves and forces himself and Kong to their knees.. Nolan gets up with Kong on his back and then charges backwards, slamming Kong into the corner. Kong releases the hold and Nolan drops to his knees. Kong manages to grab Nolan roll him up looking to gain a quick pin

...1

...2

Nolan manages to get a shoulder off the mat.

David Wright: Another near fall in this one. What's it gonna take to keep either of these men down

Reggie Stallworth: How should I know. These two men are new here or didn't you get that memo?

Kong gets up and looks a but a frustrated. He yells at the referee before pulling Nolan to to his feet. Kong backs Nolan into the corner and begins burying shoulders into his midsection of Nolan. Kong goes to whip Nolan into the corner but Nolan reverse up. Kong almost crashes into the referee but manages to stop himself. Kong turns around and gets nailed with Dental Work by Nolan. Nolan falls back into the ropes from exhaustion but then quickly dives on Kong for a pin attempt.

...1

...2

...3

No Kong gets a shoulder up and Nolan looks on in disbelief.

David Wright: Everyone in the arena thought this one was over

Reggie Stallworth: I admit, even I'm wondering how Killah Kong got out of that one

Nolan gets up asking the referee if that was three. He turns and gets a head butt to the midsection from Kong. Kong grabs Nolan and then sends hi shoulder first into the ring post. Nolan stumbles backwards and gets hooks by Kong. He tries to fight out of the suplex attempt but Kong begins beating Nolan down with blows to the back of the neck causing, causing Nolan to drop to his knees. Kong back up and gets a running start driving his knee into the back of Nolan's head before pulling him to his feet. He hooks Nolan and successfully nails a Chimera plex into a pin attempt. The referee counts

...1

...2

...3

No!! Nolan just manages to get his shoulder off the mat before the referee counts three.

David Wright: How in the hell did Nolan kick out of that?

Reggie Stallworth: What's keeping either of these men going is the real question

David Wright: And what a match ladies and gentlemen.

Kong quickly pulls Nolan up and puts him on his shoulder. He climbs to the second turnbuckle and leaps off going for the Island Driver. but as he flips Nolan over, Nolan counts, grabbing Kong by his neck and bringing him down into a stunner type move. Kong stumbles around the ring holding his jaw as Nolan forces himself up Kong goes for a kick, but Nolan catches his leg. Kong goes for the enzuguri! Nolan ducks, laughing! He yells "Bitchmaker!", then kicks Kong right in the groin from behind! Kong is down! Nolan pulls Kong up and delivers a kick to the stomach, then hooks him in a ddt, wraps his leg around Kong's's, and delivers a russian leg sweep DDT! Nolan sits up, looks around smugly, and says "C-D-T", then goes for the cover!

...1

...2

Kong tries to kick out but not in time

...3!!!

Nolan stands up, spits on Kong, then laughs.

Sammantha Jinx: And here is your winner…CHRISTIAN " No Love" NOLAN!!!!

David Wright: And Nolan gets his first victory here in PDW.

Reggie Stallworth: In great fashion at that. I'm starting to like this guy.

 

Backstage we fade to a large wooden door with a large sign on it that reads “PDW OWNER: NO ENTRY”. Whenever we’re witness to such signs however it is inevitable that we’ll also be witness to somebody who refuses to obey the rules, in this case a young little American woman with a chip on her shoulder. Christy Matthews pushes open the door to find Star talking on her cell phone, looking somewhat less than impressed by the interruption.

Star Deveraux: I’ll call you back.

She hangs up the phone and looks up at the uninvited guest in her office.

Star Deveraux: Don’t they knock in Kansas?

Christy Matthews: What’s the quote, “we’re not in Kansas anymore”?

Christy slams a piece of paper down on the table.

Star Deveraux: What’s this?

Christy Matthews: A request, I figured I’d put it in writing to make it a little more official, I know how you do so love everything to be so very neat and tidy. Kinda like how you no doubt endorsed that little beating I got last week from the only person in the building WITHOUT a PDW contract. How very convenient, wouldn’t you agree?

Star just laughs and shakes her head.

Star Deveraux: In case you weren’t in the no, up until last week you and I were on the same side.

Christy Matthews: Up until last week? Does that mean with Payne gone you’re magically cured of your dark side and are now fighting for the forces of good?

Star opens her mouth to reply but Christy quickly cuts her off.

Christy Matthews: You know what, I don’t care either way. What I do care about however is that your girl Shara did to me last week. You probably know this a little better than most but I don’t like to be touched, especially when you consider that all I was doing was walking AWAY from the fight that was ensuing and NOT getting involved in it, does that seem like the kind of action that should be rewarded with being choked half-to-death with a leather belt?

Star Deveraux: I’m sorry, is there a point to this or...?

Christy Matthews: The point is pretty simple; I want Shara Bapiste in the ring next week.

Star Deveraux: I’ll consider it.

Christy slowly shakes her head.

Christy Matthews: Should I just consider that an outright no?

Star Deveraux: Rather than focusing on what happened last week maybe you should spend some time thinking about this week and your match with Hannah St. John and Eric Keo. Championship matches aren’t something that we just hand out lightly around here...

Christy Matthews: Heh, Dante Gleason Poole and Troy Trinidad’s record for attaining them seem to say otherwise.

Star Deveraux: Go prepare for your match Christy, that’s not a request. And knock next time, I’m sick of you people just barging in here whenever you want something.

Christy slides the sheet of paper across to Star Deveraux who puts it with a whole bunch of others. Christy hits the top of the table angrily before storming off, half-slamming the door shut behind her. It’s only then that we see there was another figure standing behind the door the whole time, leaning back against the wall with a smirk stretched across his face.

Pete Ebdon: You’ve got to admire the boisterousness of youth, haven’t you?

Star doesn’t say anything, which only makes the smirk on Ebdon’s face wider.

Pete Ebdon: Now that that little interruption is over with shall we continue our little discussion from before your phone rang? We do, after all, have much to discuss, do we not?

Ebdon walks over to the cameraman and grins as he looks in to the lens.

Pete Ebdon: In private, if you don’t mind.

He reaches underneath the camera and pulls something and the scene abruptly ends as the screen cuts to black once again.

 

The scene opens backstage where Kindred is still traveling around with the aluminum bat and cane in hand with the stun gun and handcuffs attached to the side and the backpack on his shoulders. Walking through the hallways with a mean poised walk and stare, Kindred suddenly grins to the sight of seeing Nicholas Jaxx working out in the back, prepping himself for his match later on in the night with Tatiana and Dante Pool. Kindred slowly approaches Nicholas Jaxx, standing there and watching him do these 'awkward-looking' push-ups.

Kindred London: If you think for one minute you're going to win a match tonight with those push-ups, you must be on some serious shit, kid ....

Kindred cracks a laugh, as he holds the bat firm in his right hand, and gripping hard onto the Singapore cane in his left. Nicholas Jaxx stands up as he approaches Kindred with a cocky smirk.

Nicholas Jaxx: The only thing that the Jaxxster is taking are vitamins dude, simple fact is I don’t need to be popping drugs to think that tonight I’m curb-stomping Dante Gleason Poole’s fat little head in to the concrete and leaving still PDW Bloodshed Champion.

He looks Kindred London up and down for a moment with a smirk.

Nicholas Jaxx: What the fuck are you doing here though dude, last time I checked you didn’t have a match so unless you’re planning to brownnose with Star some more being all like “oh little sis you’re making the wrong choices in life” then you might as well have stayed back and watched at home. Maybe hooked yourself up a little HD so you can see the pimples on Tatiana’s ass-cheeks tonight after I’m done humiliating that chick.

Kindred just chose to chuckle at his comment about beating one of his opponents, Tatiana into humiliation. Kindred just looked at Jaxx with a shake of his head.

Kindred London: You know, I used to be like that. Although I backed it up all the time, (unlike you) until I came onto this humane chick, she reminded you of Incredible Hulk's twisted sister. Matter of fact, she's on the card tonight. I was like you ... full of cockiness until I came face to face with her thinking I was going to "humiliate" her ass. In the end ... I was the one biting my on my own words and chipped teeth ...

Kindred took a step back.

Kindred London: Now don't dare compare yourself to me, because that is a complete "No-No". You may be full of Sin, but I'm the god damn definition of Sinister. You and your crew, Ebdon, Knight and those other jackass of hooligans are smelling too many roses and therefore living in a world of a fantasy. This isn't a fantasy ... this is REAL!

Kindred again cracks a grin followed by a light chuckle.

Kindred London: I wish you luck though tonight, kid. Both you and your "God" wanna-be friend. Both of you will need a hit of luck in order to surpass your obstacles ...

Jaxx shakes his head, grabbing his Bloodshed title from the floor and throwing it across his shoulder.

Nicholas Jaxx: You need to learn something dude, see things have changed since you’ve been gone and the Pantheon doesn’t need LUCK to win matches, all we need is a bit of confidence, a sprinkle of talent and a whole load of ass-whooping. Fact is just like Steve Jason found out last month I’m way more than just a nickname and tonight Nicholas Jaxx beats both of the Royal Cartel in the same match and proves to them once and for all that the Pantheon is officially better than them, and you make sure you hear me right dude – better than you!

Kindred London: Okay "Mr. Better Than You!" .... Just because you got one little 'measly' title in your possession and you're part of this high-almighty stable, you think you're 'hot shit off the bathroom floor'?

Kindred stares Jaxx 'eye to eye'

Kindred London: Let me tell you a lil' something .... There's alot of other superstars in the back, ready and willing to take that title off your shoulder, and crown it as their own. Your leader is not here tonight. It's only you and Ebdon with ya'll 'muzze-wearing' pets. So I suggest you pull back on your 'giant wangness' and tie it up till' a later date, because right now, it's about to lead you into failure.

Kindred London: If I were you, I wou---

Jaxx quickly shuts Kindred up from saying another word out of his mouth.

Nicholas Jaxx: You’re just as ignorant as everybody else dude so how’s about you take a few steps back or pop a few breath mints, all that brownnosing has left a nasty smell on your breath. You think that Payne was the boss though mother fucker then you’re set for a major disappointment, see the Pantheon isn’t about being some lapdog for one guy and it’s about time you bitches began to appreciate that. The Pantheon is a collection of the elite not only in this company but in professional wrestling in general and I don’t answer to Ebdon or Payne, the King of Sin looks out only for himself and what’s in his best interests.

Jaxx pats the belt on his shoulder proudly.

Nicholas Jaxx: And right now this is what matters the most to me. Don’t think that just because you’ve got the rep of being bigger and badder than everybody else though that you can just assume you’re the biggest and baddest dog in this yard because Steve Jason found out the hard way that I don’t need to be the biggest because I’ve got the strongest bite. Now how’s about rather than making threats you go off somewhere and you prove you’ve even got what it takes to be IN this company, let alone standing face to face with the hottest guy on the roster!

Kindred London: Threats? Hottest Guy? Man ... you must really be in the fucking Matrix. You're not "The One" ... you may hold a title around that waist of yours, but know, every dog has their day, since you say you have the strongest bite, just take notice of that.

Kindred London: As for you thinking of this being a threat .... You obviously have no clue at all. Me delivering a threat is nowhere near this. This right here ... this time here speaking to you is no lecture, it's no threat. It's just a casual warning. Don't bite off more than you can chew. You and "God" will be taught that valuable lesson tonight.

Backing away slowly, Kindred gives off a smile.

Kindred London: Now that my friend .... That is what you guys can consider as a "threat" .... I'll be watching you on my big-ass HD tele' .... Be Easy, fella ...

With that, Kindred walks off, swindling the bat in his hand before pointing it at Nicholas Jaxx. The scene fades out.

$10,000.00 Ladder Match

The Kingpin vs. Jason Stone

 

Sammantha Jinx: The following is a ladder match with Ten thousand dollars on the line!

The lights dim as fireworks shoot from the left to the right of the entrance ramp and back and "Cocky" By kid Rock hits on the P.A. system. as the song gets to the part that says, Say What? Say How? Say Who? Fuck What? Fuck Me? Fuck you? When the last part hits he emerges with a smirk on his face looking at the crowd he walks with a swagger down toward the ring and walks up the steps and through the ropes bouncing off the top rope a couple of times.

Sammantha Jinx: Introducing first, hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds, and measuring at six foot three, Jason Stone!

Stone lifts his arms and the crowd boos.

Reggie Stallworth: The crowd ain’t showing Stone much love.

David Wright: No love at all Reggie!

The arena light are suddenly switched to a gold color that covers the arena. Suddenly a loud voice comes across the PA.

Dry ya face nigga (dry ya face nigga)
Get it together (get it togheter)
I ain't goin nowhere (nowhere)
The Kingpin (D. White)

The Kingpin steps out from the curtain looks out among the crowd. He crosses his massive arms and gives the crowd a look of hate and disgust as they boo him

Niggaz wanna kill me, till a nigga stoned
Wanna peel my cap back, see a nigga gon'
All because I rap actual facts on a song
It's no fabrication, what's wrong (what's wrong)
Slum cracked to the day come (day come)
But they don't wanna gimme that, say he fakin (fakin)
Schoolcraft is the makin (makin)
But God forsake 'em, they hate I'm great
Conservin them weight, to the Top 8 at 8
You whether see him wait, momma hypervenalate
Tuckin her son underneath the state (New York)

Kingpin makes his way to the ring, while ignoring the fans talking to him. He keeps his dead down and his eyes focused on the ring. He climbs the steps and enters the ring, ready for war.

Sammantha Jinx: And from Miami, Florida by way of Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds, and standing at six foot four, “The Bearded Bastard”, The Kingpin!

The crowd boos The Kingpin as well.

Reggie Stallworth: Wow, the crowd’s hating on Kingpin too!

David Wright: No love for either of these men!

“Breath” by Prodigy begins to play over the PA and Christian “No Love” Nolan walks out from backstage, along with his brother “The Bronx Charmer” Alex Nolan.

Reggie Stallworth: Speaking of No Love!

David Wright: What are the Nolan brother’s doing out here?

Christian and Alex saunter down to the ring, talking to each other and making fun of Stone and Kingpin. They walk right up to the announcer’s table, grab headsets, and sit down.

Alex Nolan: Reggie, Dave, how the fuck are ya?

David Wright: A little surprised that the two of you are out here for this match.

Christian Nolan: Well it’s simple, really. We need to get our names out there so we can make some moolah, and what better way to do that then by commentating on a match or two?

Reggie Stallworth: So there’s a chance that you two could be out here for more than this match?

Alex Nolan: You say that like it’s a bad thing, Reg.

The Kingpin and Stone look at The Nolan Brother’s at ringside, clearly confused.

Christian Nolan: Just focus on you’re match, bitch.

The Kingpin has his back turned to Stone, and Stone takes full advantage, kicking Kingpin in the groin from behind!

Alex Nolan: If I had to name that move, I’d call it “Birth Control”.

Kingpin falls to the ground, clutching his groin. Stone grabs the ladder from outside of the ring, and slides it underneath the bottom rope. He walks by the announce table and talks a little trash to the Nolan’s.

Christian Nolan: Take your lame ass Tribal tat’s back in the ring, Stone!

Alex Nolan: Are New York’s Finest gonna have to choke a bitch?

David Wright: Could we just focus on the match, guys?

Christian Nolan: What match? All I see here is a frat boy with some lame ass tattoo’s molesting a just-released from prison Islamic fundamentalist with some seriously ashy elbows.

Stone sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring, but Kingpin grabs him from behind and puts him neck first into the ground with an amazing German suplex!

Alex Nolan: Kingpin calls that one “The Soul Glow”.

Kingpin ascends the top rope, then looks at the crowd.

Reggie Stallworth: What’s he looking for here?

Christian Nolan: He needs to get his fat ass off the top rope before he pulls something.

Kingpin dives off, looking for a diving headbutt, but Stone rolls out of the way, and Kingpin crashes headfirst into the canvas!

Alex Nolan: Oh he lost a couple of brain cell’s on that one!

Christian Nolan: That leaves him at one! Let’s take care of that!

Reggie Stallworth: What do you mean?

Alex Nolan: Whoa, Reggie. Don’t get too excited, you might sweat and then you’re perm will frizz.

Alex and Christian get up and slide into the ring, looking at Stone. The Nolan’s smile at each other, then rush Stone and take him down. Christian puts Stone in a sleeper hold as Alex delivers punishing kicks to his midsection! Once Stone is out, they pick him up and throw him into the ropes. Christian catches Stone as Alex crouches, then Christian spins around, drops Stone with a spinning spinebuster and at the same time Alex throws a superkick to the back of Stone’s head before he hits the ground! Stone is out cold!

Reggie Stallworth: Good God, Stone is done!

David Wright: Get the man a wheelchair, his days of walking are over! If they didn’t break his back, then they surely broke his neck!

Christian and Alex look at Stone and laugh, then they set their sites in on Kingpin.

Reggie Stallworth: Kingpin better watch out, they’re looking at him now!

David Wright: He’s still dazed from that failed diving headbutt attempt!

The Nolan Brother’s grab Kingpin and lift him up. Kingpin swings at Alex, but Christian grabs his arm, then slams him to the ground and hooks in an armbar. Alex grabs Kingpin’s other arm and hooks in an armbar of his own!

Reggie Stallworth: Kingpin looks like he’s being crucified!

David Wright: Both of his arms are going to be broken!

The Kingpin suddenly stops screaming, and blacks out from the pain. The Nolan Brother’s let him go, then Christian grabs a mic.

Christian Nolan: What you’ve just seen is a small glimpse into the future of the PDW. We are New York’s Finest, the Brother’s Nolan, or anything else you want to call us. We are the future of the PDW, and scumbags like these two sacks of shit are nothing more than a nuisance. I know this isn’t sanctioned, and I know this isn’t going to count, but that briefcase up there is coming home with us.

Alex climbs the ladder and grabs the case.

Christian Nolan: Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money, and all these two cock knockers would do is spend it on bubble bath’s and transvestites, so Alex and I are taking this shit home to New York where it will be properly invested in whatever we decide to invest it in.

Alex grabs the mic.

Alex: Probably strippers at Scores, but that’s no concern of yours. This may not go in our win column’s, but we sure as hell care more about this chedda’ than a stupid fucking letta’.

Alex drops the microphone, and New York’s Finest exit the ring and head up the ramp, high fiving and laughing.

Reggie Stallworth: Can they do that?

David Wright: They’ve got the briefcase. What can anyone do?

 

 

 

We fade to the backstage area and a locker room door with a sign on it that reads “THE PANTHEON” in large black letters, with the words “UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT” written across the bottom in red marker. We fade inside the room where we see Christy Matthews stretching out before her match with Nicholas Jaxx just staring at her ass as she stretches, which causes a quick slap around the back of the head from the self-appointed saviour of PDW as a whole. Ebdon takes a seat opposite Jaxx now, picking up the Prodigy Championship off the floor as Christy continues to stretch out, grabbing a roll of tape from her bag and beginning to wrap up her ankles.

Nicholas Jaxx: So what’s the plan for tonight?

Ebdon smirks slightly.

Pete Ebdon: Must there always be a plan Nick? Can’t we just have a little fun?

Nicholas Jaxx: Dude, if you wanted fun then you’d have given me a call before we arrived and I could have lined up a whole string of Pantheon-brand Cheerleaders. You know the fans would love that shit, right? Eight chicks with a letter on each top in skin-tight, skimpy little outfits lining the entrance ramp and cheering us on?

Pete Ebdon: Maybe next week.

Jaxx actually looks at him worried, getting up and feeling the top of his head for a fever.

Nicholas Jaxx: You coming down with something dude? You actually looked like you considered that for a moment, normally you’re all like “Nick this is wrestling and it’s got to be taken seriously”.

Pete Ebdon: I suppose working with Payne for the past few months has made me realise just how very boring the serious aspect to this game can be.

Nicholas Jaxx: If you’re seriously considering it dude then I’ll make some calls, next week we can have a whole fucking parade in our honour when the show starts. I’m talking cheerleaders, fire-eaters, fucking dancing midgets – the whole lot.

Christy actually stops stretching long enough to look over at him with a baffled look on her face.

Christy Matthews: Did I just hear the words “dancing midgets”?

Nicholas Jaxx: Midgets equal ratings babe.

Ebdon shakes his head and Jaxx points across triumphantly.

Nicholas Jaxx: There we go, THAT’S the Pete Ebdon I expected to see.

Pete Ebdon: I’ll make a deal with you Nick, if we’re both still holding our shiny little titles when the show goes off the air tonight and if Christy is proudly displaying the PDW Cyber Championship belt—

She cuts him off again as she moves from taping her ankles to taping her wrists.

Christy Matthews: You mean WHEN Christy is proudly displaying the PDW Cyber Championship, right babe?

Pete Ebdon: My apologies. WHEN our lovely young associate is Cyber Champion then you can phone all the cheerleaders you have in your little black book, which by the sheer thickness of the thing I’m going to assume is more than just eight, and next week on Disclosure we can hold the first Pantheon Post-Pay Per View Party to proudly display our status to the world.

Nicholas Jaxx: Pantheon Post-Pay Per View Party? How’s about you leave the naming to me as well dude?

Ebdon just smirks again slowly.

Pete Ebdon: Fair enough, you handle the name; you handle the entertainment but just make sure you handle the success part first.

Nicholas Jaxx: Dude you don’t need to worry about me, Dante Poole is so damn old that he was actually there on the day that they invented the wheel and even back then he was already the oldest guy in the tribe.

Ebdon raises an eyebrow.

Pete Ebdon: And him being old means you’re automatically winning?

Nicholas Jaxx: No dude, him being a dumbass means I’m winning. I could seriously tie one hand behind my back and still beat him in less than five minutes, with or without the hot Russian babe helping him out.

Pete Ebdon: That’s another thing, no more flowers. That shit was embarrassing.

Nicholas Jaxx: Don’t worry, she could crawl in bare-ass fucking naked on her hands and knees and beg me for a chance to take her for a ride after this match but I still won’t be touching that shit, the Jaxxster doesn’t associate with the molesters of the elderly.

Ebdon shakes his head but can’t help from smiling slightly.

Pete Ebdon: Whatever you say Nick.

Christy drops the roll of tape back in to her bag again and pulls on a Pantheon t-shirt that reads “THE PANTHEON – SAVIOURS OF PDW”. She looks down at the shirt as though seeing it for the first time and laughs before looking up at her boyfriend.

Christy Matthews: Ready?

Pete Ebdon: But of course. Lead the way, Champ.

She smiles happily as she walks to the door, looking over at Nick.

Christy Matthews: Wish me luck.

Nicholas Jaxx: You don’t need luck babe; Hannah St. John needs the luck.

She smiles happily as she walks from the room and Jaxx reaches out to grab Ebdon to stop him.

Nicholas Jaxx: You should probably consider taking some of your own advice dude and focusing on your title defence tonight, we both know that the Benjamin’s ain’t as easily pushed aside as the Cartel, don’t we?

Ebdon just nods his head slowly, propping the Prodigy Championship up on his shoulder.

Pete Ebdon: The way I see things Nick I really have nothing to lose tonight – I win, I remain undefeated. I lose and I set my sights on the Platinum Championship. Drake Benjamin on the other hand is a different matter, he loses tonight and all his ranting about having a master plan goes up in smoke.

Nicholas Jaxx: And if he plans to lose?

Pete Ebdon: Don’t tell me you actually believe that crap, the only plan Drake Benjamin has in his possession is a bus timetable.

Ebdon walks from the room as Jaxx nods his head slowly, propping the Bloodshed title up on his shoulder and giving it a quick little kiss. He grabs a cloth from the bench on which he was sitting and begins to shine the belt up again where his lip print remains ensuring that the light literally bounces off of it perfectly.

 

The cameras fade into the backscene of the deserted garage. The music of Seether’s “Rise Above This” fades in, as Eric is seen standing in front of the camera. A poised stature with his hands together, clinched as the focused look on his face almost seems volatile towards the camera. You could see a few cars pull into the garage with the stick going up, the whole backscene behind Eric is a blur almost as the song plays low in the background.

Draven: You know ... the average superstar here in PDW wouldn’t have taken almost every risk there is, or taken the severe damage that has been given. I have lived through both trials ... both were at times pretty and most times not. Before PDW, I lost my hope ... I lost my drive, the desire to compete at the highest level when put in position. I never felt like none of what I feel today, ... right now.

Causing to smirk a little bit, Eric tightened the grip on his clinched fists as he looks downward.

Draven: Tonight ... Tonight is the night where all those dreams of being a champion is right in front of you. The perfect opportunity to surpass the limits, the annoying-ass critics and surpass the impossible. Tonight is THE night. Not tommorow, not the next day ... Tonight.

Draven: In that very ring, in a little bit, it will be me, a human graffiti-face clown, and the champion. Now I know most would think I’m still mad about the change of situation. However over the week and these last few days, I’ve taken time to thank the mighty one who re-created the match. I’m not full of an ego, living way beyond the clouds . I’ve just gone with the flow, and adjusted well to each situation.

Clearing his throat, Eric looked at the camera as it panned in a bit closer.

Draven: Joker .... Inferno, I know you two are hearing this wherever you two may be. Tonight could be the continuation of an on-going slaughter by the current champion, or it could be the start of a new era. All I want you two to get through your skulls is that if you aren’t in your “mode” yet ... be warned of an air raid tonight. You’ll be very lucky if you even make it out of the ring or ....

Eric sidesteps out of the way, looking up and down around him before staring back into the camera.

Draven: .... anywhere tonight. It’s the ultimate brawl for the ultimate prize. I’m on my “A-game” .... I will rise above all the critics. I will ... rise above you two .... and I will rise above this match and rise above and come out with that gold ... around ... my ... waist!

With saying that, the song’s volume had risen back up as Eric stood there with a wicked grin on his face, cracking his knuckles before the scene slowly faded out and back to ringside.

 

Cyber Championship: Double-Elimination

Hannah St. John © vs. Eric Keo vs. Christy Matthews

 

Sammantha Jinx: The following match is a triple threat double Elimination match and it is for the PDW Cyber Championship. Introducing first making his way to the ring at this time, please welcome…ERIC KEO!!!

Eric Keo's music hits and he charges the ring and slides climbing up on the turnbuckle and looking out at the crowd while motioning that he was going to be the new champ.

Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent in the match making her way to the ring at this time Christy MATTHEWS!!!!!

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

The lights dim and red and white spotlights flash around the arena and six words span across the video screens...

My Destiny, Sealed With A Kiss...

The first verse of “Scars” by Papa Roach blasts across the PA system as it seems all the fans around the arena react differently. The cameras pan the crowd as some are booing as loudly as they can while others stand on their feet cheering, trying to drown out the sounds of the booing with their own cheering.

Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed ‘cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is

The camera pans to the cheap seats in the back of the arena where we see Christy Matthews standing on the guard rail with her arms outstretched in an eerily familiar mock-crucifix pose. Her fists and ankles are taped and she wears no boots but has both knee and elbow pads on.

I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel

As she jumps down from the guard rail the screens around the arena begin to display familiar wording once more...

...E B D O N E N T E R T A I N M E N T P R E S E N T S...

...C H R I S T Y M A T T H E W S...

She begins to push her way down to ringside accompanied by her boyfriend Pete Ebdon, who attempts to hold off some of the fans as Christy makes her way down to the barricade. Leaping over the barricade, Christy begins climbing the outside of the turnbuckles and standing on the middle rope, striking the mock-crucifix pose once more before leaping over the ring and sitting down in the corner in a style eerily similar to the man with whom she made her way to the ring.

Sammantha Jinx: An d there opponent. She is the currant PDW CYBER CHAMPION!!!. Making her way to the ring at this time…"The Crystal Rose" HANNAH ST JOHN!!!!!!!

"Medieval Times" by Cee-Lo starts to play as the lights dim and turn a dark purple. The video screen lights up showing Various clips of Hannah. We see her first in the ring with a chair in her hand and a few drops of blood coming from the top of her head. The next clip is Hannah jumping in Joseph’s arm as he walks thru a door. Next we see Hannah low blowing someone before nailing her Shinedown Shooting Star Press. The next shot is Hannah and Joseph dancing in a club. We then switch to Hannah holding a world title over her head as she looks exhausted and is covered in sweat and blood. Finally the video starts to replay as we see Hannah emerge first as she looks over the crowd with a emotionless gaze. We then see the 6’11, 305 pound frame of Hannah’s husband and manager Joseph St. John emerge. He walks up behind Hannah and leans down putting his arms around her waist and whispering something to her which causing her to smirk almost sadistically. We see them start to walk slowly down the ramp as Hannah smirks at the crowd. Joseph and Hannah stop just short of the ring. Joseph grabs Hannah by her waist and lifts her up on the ring apron and allowing her to climb in the ring before stepping up on the ring apron and then stepping over the top rope. Hannah leans over the ropes and seductively lick her lips as she looks at the crowd. Hannah then turns walking to Joseph who is standing in the middle of the ring. Joseph grabs Hannah and lifts her up pressing his chest against her so she is looking down at him. She places her hands on his cheeks and gives him a kiss before he slowly sets her down not breaking eye contact with her. Joseph slowly climbs out of the ring as Hannah leans back against a turnbuckle waiting for the match to start.

Reggie Stallworth: I'd love to Eric Keo right now. Imagine where hi hands could go when he has two women in the ring with him instead of one.

David Wright: Well It seems he is getting ignored at the moment.

Hannah and Christy stare at each and get face to face in the center of the ring. Eric begins cheering them on, telling them to hit each other. Christy tries to shove Hannah and Hannah shoves Christy right back, knocking her back against the ropes, Christy fires back with a forearm shot the causes Hannah to stagger back a bit. Hannah fires right back with forearm shot of her own that staggers Christy. Eric continues to cheer the women on, coaching Christy and telling her to punch Hannah. Both Hannah and Christy suddenly turns and kick Eric. They grab him by his head and both charge for the ropes sending Eric over the top rope and down to the arena floor.

Reggie Stallworth:So much for the cheerleading efforts of Eric Keo

David Wright: Indeed. I think he found himself in the middle of two women with something to prove

Reggie Stallworth: Been there before. Boy was it a good time. Wait. You mean in the ring don't you?

Christy and Hannah lock up . Hannah gets the upper hand and Backs Christy into the ropes. She whips Christy across the ring but Christy holds on and comes back with a kick to Hannah's midsection. Christy quickly runs to the ropes and nails Hannah with a springboard dropkick. Hannah goes down but starts to gat back up. Christy charges but Hannah catches her and sends Christy over the top rope with a back body drop. Christy manages to land on the ring apron but Eric sweeps her legs out from under her. Christy hits her head on the ring apron and is clotheslined down from behind by Eric. Eric looks back in the ring and Hannah dives over the top rope rope taking him down with a somersault senton.

Reggie Stallworth: Talk about eyes in the back of your head. You need eyes all over your head for this one. Don't think that is Eric had in mind when he though of a woman on top of him

David Wright: I don't think that would be any man's idea of having a woman on top of them

Hannah slowly gets to her feet but is grabbed from behind by Christy. Christy spins Hannah around and nails Rated X. Hannah falls back into the guardrail and Christy grabs Eric rolling him back in the ring. She quickly slides in the ring and runs for the ropes. Eric starts to get up and gets caught by Christy with springboard back elbow as you see Joseph set up a table on the outside of the ring. She locks Eric in a grapevine ankle lock and Eric starts to scream in pain. He finally reaches the ropes and as the referee tries to force Christy to break the hold Joseph nails Eric with a right hand. Ebdon jut laughs and as Joseph walks away he nails Eric with a right hand as well.

David Wright: Now this is ridiculous. There is no need for this on the part of Joseph or Pete.

Reggie Stallworth: What, The referee didn't see anything. So what's so wrong?

David Wright: I just don't understand what has come over Joseph lately.

Christy gets up and smiles at Pete not Noticing Hannah climbing in the ring behind her. Christy turns around right into The Wilted Rose from Hannah. Hannah goes for the pin but Pete climbs up on the ring apron. Joseph goes around the ring after Pete and the referee slides out the ring to stop Joseph. Pete Slides in the ring and nails The Ego cutter on Hannah. The referee now goes after Pete motioning for him to back away from the ring. Joseph slides in the ring, grabs Christy and nails her with a powerbomb before sliding out of the ring. Eric gets to his feet and sees both Hannah and Christy Down. He quickly cover Hanna as the referee slides back in

...1

...2

...3

No Hannah gets a shoulder off the mat. Eric looks on still confused before quickly going to cover Christy and the referee counts

...1

...2

...3

No Christy manages to get a shoulder up just before the three count.

David Wright: Oh come on This is insane. Eric Keo almost became champion due to the actions of Joseph and Pete. Even Christy didn't deserve that powerbomb

Reggie Stallworth: Oh would you stop your whining. I'm loving this. Sit back and enjoy

David Wright: And now it looks like Pete Ebdon and Joseph St. John are getting into it.

Joseph and Pete begin arguing distracting the referee once again and causing her to slide out of the ring. Eric rolls out the ring an grabs a chair. He slides back in the ring and nails Hannah in the head as she tries to get up. He then turns and nails Christy with the chair as well before tossing it back out the ring and leaning back in the corner , pretending he was down as well. Blake Selters suddenly comes running down with security and starts to motion for Pete and Joseph to go to the back. They both try and protest but are forced to leave as once again Eric goes for a pin draping an arm across both women

...1

...2

...3

No both women roll a shoulder off the mat and Eric can't believe it.

David Wright: Eric Keo with a look of total frustration as even with the damage done by Joseph St. John and Pete Ebdon he filed to get a pin fall

Reggie Stallworth: He can't get frustration when a title is on the line like this. Frustration leads to mistakes and he ha this won.

Eric rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring. He pulls what looked like a lead pipe from under the ring and slides back in. The referee immediately stops and Eric Keo begins to argue with the referee. Hannah stumbles to her feet holding the back of her head. The referee takes the pipe away from Eric and turns right into The Wilted Rose. Hannah lays across him and the referee counts as we see Christy getting to her feet

...1

...2

...3

Hannah rolls out of the way just as Christy flies off the ropps, nailing Eric with Fallen From Grace. Christy covers Eric and goes for the pin

...1

...2

...3

Sammantha Jinx: Eric Keo has been eliminated after having been pinned twice

David Wright: That has to be the fastest anyone has bee pinned twice in a match like this

Reggie Stallworth: It's what happens when you let frustration take over.

David Wright: And now it is down to Christy Matthews and Hannah St. John.

Christy slowly starts to get up and you could see she was hurting as she held her back from the powerbomb. Hannah stares at Christy as the two move toward each other. Christy nails Hannah with a kick to the midsection and looks to be going for Sealed with a kiss but Hannah drives her back into the corner. Christy stumbles out holding her back in pain and gets a kick to the midsection from Hannah. Hannah nails what looks like Christy's Sealed with a Kiss and rolls her over. The referee drops to make the count.

...1

...2

...3

No at the last moment Christy got her foot draped across the ropes.

David Wright: Hannah St. John almost pinned Christy with her own finishing move. Talk about humiliation

Reggie Stallworth: Something tells me these two women are about to put on a show of a lifetime

Hannah pulls Christy up and nails her with a forearm shot that knocks Christy back into the corner. Hannah charges looking door a shoulder block but Christy gets her feet up and drops down on the ring apron. She nails Hannah with a fore arm shot of her own and then catapults herself over the top rope at Hannah. Catches her and looks as though she was going to go for a sidewalk slam but Christy blocks it and land on her feet. Christy goes for another forearm shot but Hannah ducks it. Hannah turns into a back kick to the midsection from Christy. Christy leaps up and lands what looked like Hannah's wilted Rose and then goes for the cover

...1

...2

...3

No Hannah manages to roll a shoulder over.

David Wright: And Hannah manages to get a shoulder up after Experiencing her own finisher

Reggie Stallworth: I think it's in the Gene pool. Don't you?

David Wright: What in gods name are you talking about?

Reggie Stallworth: Well if you don't know I ain't telling.

Christy pulls Hannah up. She goes for a spinning back elbow but Hannah ducks it. Hannah leaps on the middle rope and goes for a spring board moonsault but Christy avoids it. Hannah lands on her feet and avoids a Gamengeri by Chridty only for Christy to land on her feet and leap back up nailing the Gamengeri as Hannah turns around, sending Hannah crashing to the mat holding her face Christ quickly goes for a Springboard leg drop but Hannah moves out of the way. Both women get up slowly. Christy tries for a springboard Huricanranna but Hannah shows her strength s and holds Christy ,sitting her on the top rope. Christy kicks Hannah away with both feet and then leaps off only to get caught by Hannah with a power slam.

David Wright: What a powerslam by Hannah.

Reggie Stallworth: She may not be man which I would be glad to check to get reid of any doubts but Christy with Hannah's strength it has to feel like it.

Hannah pulls Christy up and nails her with a kick to the stomach. She goes for a scissors kick but Christy manages to avoid it. Christy fires back, this time nailing spinning back elbow, staggering Hannah. Hannah falls back into the corner and Christy charges only to have Hannah move out of the way. Christy catches herself and hops on the second turnbuckle. Hannah grabs her and looks as though she was going to nail her with a belly to back suplex off the top rope but Christy counters in mid air and takes Hannah down with a modified reverse DDT. Christy hooks Hannah's leg and goes for the pin

...1

...2

Hannah kicks out and then sit up holding the back of her neck.

David Wright: Hannah St. John showing she isn't down yet but you still see she is visibly showing signs of neck problems.

Reggie Stallworth: And Christy's back has to be screaming at her right about now. No way she's a hundred percent after that power bomb earlier

David Wright: I'll have to agree with that.

Both women get up slowly. Christy holds her back for a second and then charges only to get a knee to the midsection from Hannah hat causes her to flip and land on the mat. Hannah drops a quick leg drop on Christy and then pulls her back to her feet.. She lifts Christy up and looks to be going some sort of Gutbuster but Christy drops down behind her and nails Hannah with a Lungblower. Hannah rolls on the mat, holding her back as Christy gets to her feet. Christy pulls Hannah up and looks to be going for Sealed with a Kiss. Hannah gets out of the move and and goes behind Christy. Hannah spins Christy around and goes for the wilted Rose but Christy breaks free and rolls out of the ring to the arena floor.

Reggie Stallworth: Smart move by Christy. Hannah was definitely gaining momentum.

David Wright: More like getting the hell out of dodge!

Christy looks up and sees Hannah running toward the ropes. She quickly slides back in the ring, not realizing Hannah was on the ring apron. Hannah reaches in and grabs a hand full of Christy hair as she tries to get up and slams her hard to the mat on the back of her head. Christy lays without moving and Hannah catapults herself over the top rope going for a somersault senton but Christy moves. Hannah catches herself and rolls through it. Christy again catches Hannah with a kick as she turns around and then slams Hannah's head into her knee. Hannah stumbles around as Christy climbs to the top rope. Hannah manages to catch her and get Christy into a fireman's carry walking to the middle of the ring with her. She tosses Christy in the air and brings her down into a double knees gutbuster before going for a pin.

...1

...2

...3

No at the last possible second Christy kicks out.

Reggie Stallworth: It get's no closer than that. Forget the two falls in this match. We could see this one go all night with neither woman being pinned

David Wright: The fans are being treated to a match this is what classic wrestling is like and Christy Matthews showing she can hold her own without any help

Reggie Stallworth: Never hurts to have that help when you can use it to your advantage though. I'm just saying.

Hannah pull s Christy to her feet and takes her down hard to the mat with Russian Leg Sweep before heading to the top rope. Christy gets up and charges into the corner nailing Hannah with a back fist to the midsection. Hannah shoves her back down to the mat and then leaps off looking for a flying thrust kick. Christy rolls under it and as Hannah turns around she goes for Rated X. Hannah catches Christy's foot and then turns her around taking her down with a back slide pin attempt..

...1

...2

Christy gets out and both women get to their feet. Hannah misses an Enziguri to the face but turns right into Rated X by Christy. Christy goes for the pin

...1

...2

...3

Sammantha Jinx: Hannah St. John has just been pinned meaning she is down one fall

David Wright: And Hannah goes down after that vicious Rated X kick by Christy

Reggie Stallworth: No what Christy has to do is quickly finish this before Hannah can recover

Christy gets up quickly and waits as Hannah struggles to get up using the ropes. She goes fore Rated X again but Hannah ducks it and takes Christy's legs out from under her, sending Christy landing hard on the back of her neck on the mat before falling back into the corner. Christy slow gets up and Hannah charges in leaping on Christy and taking her over with a monkey flip but Christy lands on her feet. Christy waits for Hannah to get up and looks to nail her with a springboard move but Hannah charges sending Christy over the top rope and crashing into the arena floor below. The referee begins to count

...1

...2

...3

...4

Christy stumbles to her feet and Hannah catapults herself over the top rope taking her back down with a cross body before picking her up and rolling her back into the ring.

David Wright: Looks like the kid gloves are off as Hannah St. John can't afford to get pinned again

Reggie Stallworth: If she does, Christy is the one Cyber champion. It's a matter of survival but personal the bigger question here is when the hell will we see wardrobe malfunction.

Hannah rolls back in the ring but is met with a elbow to the back of the head by Christy. Christy manages to pull Hannah up and whips her into the corner. She charges in after Hannah but Hannah puts her feet up. Christy stops herself and then grabs both of Hannah's legs, yanking her out of the corner. Hannah lands hard on the mat. She tries to lock in the Texas Cloverleaf but Hannah manages to Christy away and Christy goes head first into the corner turnbuckle. Christy stumbles out of the corner as Hannah gets up. Hannah grabs Christy by the head, runs toward the ropes and nails Shattered Hopes before covering Christy.

...1

...2

...3

Sammantha Jinx: It is now even at one fall each. The next wrestler to pin the other will be the Cyber Champion

David Wright: Hannah even it up. Now we are down to sudden death

Reggie Stallworth: And Christy is still down. This one may be over sooner than we think.

Hannah pulls Christy up and chops her across the chest. Christy falls back into the corner. Hannah goes right after Christy nailing her with another chop that drops her into the corner. Hannah pulls Christy up and goes to whip her into the ropes. Christy reverses it and Sends Hannah hard into the corner. Hannah stumbles out and is met with a kick to the midsection and then nailed with a arm breaker DDT.. Christy crawls toward the ropes and pulls herself up. Hannah gets to her hands and knees and Christy grabs her in a rolls up pin attempt.

...1

...2

Hannah kicks but is quickly wrapped up in a schoolgirl roll up for another pin attempt.

...1

...2

Hannah once again kicks out.

David Wright: Christy is trying to end this one in a hurry now.

Reggie Stallworth: I think its more of a wear down tactic. She is trying to make Hannah use every ounce of strength she has left to kick out. Smart move by Christy.

Christy goes to pick Hannah up when suddenly Hannah grabs Christy by the arm forcing her to the mat and locking in withered. Christy yells out in pain and struggles to reach for the ropes.. Hannah continues to yank back on Christy's neck and it looks as though she was going to tap but instead struggles to her knees. Christy rolls free of the move and out of nowhere locks in a Fujiwara Armbar. Hannah now begins to yell out in pain but manages to get to the ropes. Christy referee to let go of the hold as the referee counts.

...1

...2

...3

...4

Christy lets go and rolls away.

David Wright: Christy Matthews used as much as she could of the 5 count to do damage.

Reggie Stallworth: And it may have worked as Hannah St. John holding her arm in pain but Christy looks to be feeling the effects of being locked in withered.

David Wright: Both women have to be going on pure instinct now.

Christy gets up and pulls Hannah to her feet. She pulls Hannah up and backs her into the corner and now nails her with a backhand chop . Christy nails a second backhand chop. Hannah stumbles out of the corner and Christy goes for a spinning leg lariat. Hannah ducks it and hooks Christy for a belly to back suplex. Christy drops down behind and nails a reverse mat slam. She hooks Hannah's leg and goes for a pin

...1

...2

Hannah kicks out and Christy quickly pulls Hannah up. Hannah knocks Christy's hand away and then nails her with a kick to the midsection. She goes for another scissors kick but Christy avoids it. Christy goes for a running lariat but Hannah blocks goes behind Christy and lifts her up nailing her Face lift. Hannah rolls Christy over and goes for the pin.

...1

...2

...3

No Christy manages o kick out!

Reggie Stallworth: The look on Hannah's face tells the story. She thought it was over.

David Wright: Both competitors are sucking wind now and struggling to catch their breath.

Hannah pulls Christy to her feet and looks for a spinning heel kick. Christy ducks, trips Hannah and tries to lock in an ankle lock.. Hannah rolls through it sending Christy through the ropes and to the arena floor. Christy quickly gets back up and slides back in the ring nailing Hannah with a back elbow as she tries to get up. Hannah stumbles back into the . Christy charges in but is scooped up by Hannah and planted into the mat with a falling slam. Hannah pulls Christy and goes for Shattered hops but Christy manages to drop down behind her. Hannah turns and Christy catches her with a springboard Hurricanranna and hooks both of Hannah's legs

...1

...2

Hannah tries to kick out but it's to late

...3

Sammantha Jinx: The winner and NEW PDW Cyber Champion... CHRISTY MATTHEWS!!!!

David Wright: What a spectacular match and the end of what was a great title Reign by Hannah St. John

Reggie Stallworth: Indeed, I'd have to agree

Pete Ebdon and Joseph St, John come from the back as Hannah rolls out of the ring. She is handed the Cyber Title by Joseph as Pete and Christy look on. Hannah rolls back in the ring and stares Christy down. They get face to face and suddenly Hannah grabs Christy's arm and raises it in the air before placing the title on her shoulder and rolling out the ring. Joseph and Hannah back up the entrance ramp, leaving Christy in the ring to celebrate

 

We fade to the backstage area where we see the curtain part and a battered and bruised Christy Matthews collapse through the curtain with the PDW Cyber Championship belt clutched tightly to her chest. Just milliseconds behind her is the PDW Prodigy Champion Pete Ebdon who just watches the girl in a mixture of amusement, pride and admiration as she clutches her new prize tightly against her chest before raising it to eye level and kissing it repeatedly. She throws it across her shoulder as she pulls herself and throws her arms around Ebdon, kissing him repeatedly as well now as various different PDW employees look on.

Christy Matthews: I... I so don’t believe this is really happening!

She begins to stare at the belt again in disbelief.

Christy Matthews: Tell me this is really happening.

Pete Ebdon: It’s really happening.

Christy Matthews: I’m really a champion?

Pete Ebdon: You’re really a champion.

Christy Matthews: It’s just... oh my god I so get why you love winning these things so much!

She clutches the belt tightly again before trying to regain a little composure and putting the belt across her shoulder again, standing as tall as she can and looking from the belt on his shoulder to the belt on hers with a smile.

Christy Matthews: This is so freaking awesome!

Pete Ebdon: Christy Matthews – PDW Cyber Champion. You were right; it really does roll off the tongue.

Christy Matthews: I KNOW!! Great, isn’t it?

She rushes over to a random employee who begins to take a few steps back from her and she just laughs, shaking her head and holding out a hand.

Christy Matthews: Forget the whole two-foot thing for a moment. I’m Christy Matthews: PDW Cyber Champion.

He nervously shakes her outstretched hand as she looks over at Ebdon again excitedly.

Christy Matthews: You think it would be totally lame to put that on a letterhead?

He shakes his head slowly.

Pete Ebdon: No more sugar for you before matches.

She laughs hysterically, running over to him and kissing him repeatedly again as she struggles to keep the championship belt in place on her shoulder. We slowly fade out on the ecstatic looking new Cyber Champion who can barely contain her excitement.

 

The scene shoots to the back as we see one of PDW's security guards talking to a man.

Security: Sir, what is your name?

Dylan Cage: My name is Dylan Cage, I have came here to talk to Star.

Security: Well Dylan you are not on the list. So I must ask you to leave before I have the cops here to escort you out of the building.

Dylan Cage: Yes Sir, I don't want to cause any problems.

Dylan turns around and starts to walk towards the back entrance, he glances back at the security guard who was walking away from the door. Dylan notice's a pipe that was laying against the wall Dylan picked it up and turned back around and walked back to the guard and knocked him out. Dylan then walked down the hall until he saw Star's office.

Knock...knock...knock

Star: Come in.

Dylan opens the door and walks in the office, Star looks over at him.

Star: What are you doing here Dylan? No better yet, how did you get to my office.

Dylan: Well Star, I came here to see if there is a way to get back on the roster.

Star: How did you get passed my security guards?

Dylan: Well Star, you might get upset at me but I knocked out your guard with a lead pipe.

Star: Well, Mr. Cage I am not happy about how you got in here. I will tell you what if you can pass a physical, I will send a contract to you.

Dylan: That’s all I ask, thank you.

Star: Don't thank me yet. Now if you don't mind could you kindly leave my office.

The camera then cuts back to the ring as Dylan leaves stars office.

 

 

Next Big Thing Championship: Falls Count Anywhere

Inferno © vs. Joker vs. Draven

David Wright: Our next match came by way of an upset and a fruit fight between the challengers.

Reggie Stallworth:: Heh, see this is why I don’t eat any fruit.

David Wright: I can tell.

Reggie Stallworth:: HEY!

David Wright: Anyway here comes the champion.

Sammantha Jinx:: Introducing first weighing in at 225 pounds and hailing from New York City, New York, he is the Next Big Thing Champion INFERNO!!!!!

'Unstoppable' by E.S. Posthumus begins to play. After the first break the lights dim and power down like there is a power outage. Once the intro is over a light shines up from the stage. A column of vapor begins to rise up. Inferno rises from the stage. His eyes remain closed as a pillar of vapor rises up around his body. After several moments pass he opens his eyes and walks down the ramp. He ignores the fan's reaction to him whether good or bad and slides into the ring.

David Wright: Inferno is going to try and prove that Draven’s win was nothing more than a fluke.

Sammantha Jinx:: The next opponent weighing in at 210 pounds and hailing from Greensboro, North Carolina…… JOKER!!!

Several seconds go by and the PDW logo remains hovering on the screen of the titantron, murmurs begin to fill the arena courtesy of the fans who wait in the arena. The seconds go by with no activity from the ramp and the murmurs turn to more boos, the second the angry voices of the fans fill the arena the lights began to flicker until they blink out completely leaving the arena in total darkness.

Two seconds later the spotlights on the rafter turned on, instead of being white they were bright green and blue, circus music erupts from the speakers before becoming distorted, eventually ending as Saliva‘s Welcome To The Show booms, the fans begin to cheer wildly screaming and chanting ‘PDW!’ and ‘Joker’, the sound of clapping hands and stomping feet echoed soundly through the arena.

The ramp remains empty as the song got into it’s first chorus:

Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe

As the last sentence was said a flurry of green, red and white fireworks began to fall onto the ramp covering it, from behind it the outline of a person could be seen jumping up and down behind it.

As the fireworks fades a brown skinned male with white and green face paint can be seen standing at the center a grin on his painted face. Clad in a white, gold and black hat on his head, a baggy tie-dye t-shirt and a pair of baggy green jeans with a chain hanging from his pocket, and dark green wrestling boots.

As he skips down the ramp he leans over slapping the hands of those extended to him. Pausing by the guard rail he leans in close enough for a young girl to take a picture of him, she had her face painted as well and was missing two front teeth yet continued to smile as Joker bowed to her before moving up the steel steps and walking across the apron.

Climbing through the middle rope he spins around and pumps his fist into the air before looking to the ramp for his opponent, a cheerful grin resting upon his painted face.

Sammantha Jinx:: The next opponent weighting in at 221 pounds and hailing from Orange County, California……. DRAVEN!!!!

Draven though catches both his opponents by surprise as he comes from the fans and slides in behind them as he holds a chair. Joker is the unfortunate one to turn around first as Draven levels him with a chair. Draven now goes to swing at Inferno who ducks the swing and meets Draven with a side kick to the stomach.. Inferno grabs Draven’s head as he smashes it on the chair that is lying on the canvas. Now though Joker has gotten back to his feet after receiving a chair shot at the beginning of the match. Joker charges at Inferno and he connects with a dropkick that sends Inferno through the ropes to the outside. Joker now turns his attention to Draven who is climbing back to his feet via using the ropes as Joker charges at him. Joker takes him over the top rope with a clothesline. Joker now is the only one left in the ring as he turns his attention to Inferno who is up. Joker now charges at him as he goes up and over the top rope with a swan dive as Inferno turns around holding a chair as Inferno swings. Joker skull is crushed by the chair as Joker crashes to the ground lifeless. Inferno now picks up a limp Joker and rolls him into the ring.

David Wright: This match could be over already.

Inferno follows him in and covers Joker.

1………….

2……………

David Wright: Draven pulls Inferno out of the ring at the last second!!!!

Draven and Inferno now exchange lefts and rights on the outside as Inferno ducks a wild right by Draven as Inferno picks up Draven behind and hangs him out to dry on the barricade. Inferno now jumps on the apron as he runs and jumps as he nails Draven with a Gamengiri to the back of his head as Draven follows into the crowd.

Reggie Stallworth: Who says you can’t bring PDW action home.

Inferno jumps the barricade and joins Draven as Draven takes a shortcut by grabbing a fans beer and throwing it into Inferno’s face. Draven now takes an advantage of a momentarily blinded Inferno as Draven kicks Inferno in the stomach as he ddt’s Inferno on the concrete floor. Meanwhile Joker has finally shook the cobwebs and is back to his feet as he rolls out of the ring. Draven now grabs some nachos from a fat fan and shoves the hot melted cheese in Inferno’s face.

Reggie Stallworth: Draven is at least treating the champion to some food and drink.

Draven now grabs the cheese covered champion and slams him face first into the barricade. Draven now grabs a chair nearby and he tries to take off Inferno’s head with a swing. Inferno ducks Draven’s attempt as Inferno nails him with a drop toe hold. This causes Draven to land face first on the barricade. Draven grabs his jaw as he turns back to Inferno who now takes both guys back over the barricade with a running lariat. Both men now get up as Joker walks around with a golf club.

Reggie Stallworth: HEY THAT’S MY DRIVER!!!!

David Wright: Why is your driver under the ring?

Reggie Stallworth: I was going to hit the driving range after the show.

Anyway Joker now waits as Inferno climbs to his feet only to met with a driver to the side of the head that sends him crashing back down to the ground.

Reggie Stallworth:FORE!!!!!!!

Joker isn’t done as he grabs a groggy Draven and wraps the club around Draven as he nails Draven with a Russian Leg Sweep. Joker jumps back up as he picks up Draven and rolls him into the ring. Inferno now grabs Inferno and pulls him face first into the ring post. Inferno now uses the opening to climb back to his feet. Joker is still holding on to the golf club as he swing as Inferno again as this time Inferno ducks it and grabs it. Inferno now has control of the golf club. He swings at Joker as Joker ducks. Inferno wraps the golf club around the golf club thus breaking it.

Reggie Stallworth: MY DRIVER!!!!!!

David Wright: Wait Reggie where are you going?

Reggie Stallworth: now walks over to collect his club as Joker kicks Inferno in the stomach and slams Inferno face first on the ring apron before rolling him in. Reggie now returns to the announcers table.

Reggie Stallworth: Inferno and Joker owe me a new driver.

Joker now slides back into the ring With Inferno down and Draven, Joker with the upper hand and momentum chooses to pick his poison and go after Draven while down. Serving several stomps to the mid-section, Joker picks up Draven before choosing to body slam him into the mat. With Draven over his shoulders, Draven uses the downward momentum to slide out of the hold and slide behind Joker. Joker turning around instantly gets served with a left and right as it is followed up by a strong Irish whip through the middle ropes to the outside. Draven turns around to see Inferno getting himself together. Turning his focus back to Joker, Draven catapult himself off the ropes, landing crossways onto Joker with a hard cross-body splash onto the hard concrete floor.

David Wright: Draven with a cross body over the top!!!

Slowly getting back up and near the ring, Draven digs under the ring only to get his hands on a nifty kimbo stick. Quickly climbing onto the barricade with the kimbo stick in hand, he waits for Joker to get up. Doing so, Joker stands up before turning around. The crowd is on their feet in cheers, wondering what the ‘colorful daredevil’ was going to do. With Joker turned around, only to see Draven standing onto the barricades with stick in hand. Joker runs over to Draven, attempting to take down the high-flyer before he launches off. Unluckily, Draven, with stick in hand flies off, battering right at Joker with the kimbo stick to the kneecaps, rolling onto the floor, as Joker falls down in a Domino effect, knees first, as he holds his knees in pain. Draven now stands in front of the kneeling Joker as he nails him right between the eyes with the kimbo stick. Joker then fails face first onto the concrete floor. Draven now looks toward the ring as Inferno springboards off the top rope and nails Draven with a shoot star press as both men crash to the ground. All three men are down on the outside as the crowd is to their feet. Inferno is the first one to his feet as he picks up a now somewhat bloody Joker who was opened up by the kimbo shot to the face as the painted face camouflages the blood. Inferno now throws Joker onto the Spanish announcing table as he picks up Joker and nails It Came From Japan through the table. This move causes a “HOLY SHIT” chant to start up. Inferno now crawls out for the rubble that was the Spanish announce table.

Reggie Stallworth: I feel for those guys. I mean their table is always destroyed.

Draven now is up and meets Inferno with a wrap around clothesline. Draven picks up Inferno as he rams him back first into the ring apron. Draven then slides Inferno into the ring as he follows right behind him while Joker is still laid out at the announcing table. Inside the ring, Draven is teeing off at Inferno, both giving each other a hell of a slugfest back and forth. Inferno ducked Draven’s next swing as he hits a reverse neckbreaker, crashing Draven’s neck and head into the canvas with hard impact. Picking Draven up, Inferno fakes an irish whip to the ropes before hitting a quick powerslam. Inferno hits a DDT, taking Draven down again. Again, picking him up, Inferno whips Draven into the ropes, as on the rebound, he expects an overhead toss, however Inferno telegraphs it and Draven hits him with a stiff kick to the jaw, as Inferno staggers backward. Draven quickly follows up with a 360 degree sidewinder kick right to the jaw as a loud crack was heard.

David Wright: What a kick to the jaw.

Reggie Stallworth: Good thing the PDW has a good dental plan.

Draven now covers Inferno.

1…………

2……………

David Wright: KICKOUT!!!! Inferno still has some fight left in him.

Draven now picks up Inferno as Inferno is sent into the ropes as Draven now as Inferno nails Draven with a spinning heel kick. Meanwhile on the outside Joker is finally coming too as he climbs back to his feet and slowly walks to the ring. As back inside the ring Inferno short offense is stopped abruptly with a low blow by Draven followed by a split legged jawbreaker that sends Inferno down to the mat. Joker now slides into the ring unknown to Draven as Draven turns right into a flying forearm by Joker. Joker now peppers Draven with some forearms as he whips him into the ropes. Inferno now gets up as Joker and Inferno work together as they nail Draven with a double facebuster. The team is short lived though as Joker nails Inferno with a release German Suplex from behind. Joker picks up Inferno who out of nowhere jumps up on Joker and nails a hurracrana on Joker thus send both men crashing to the outside.

David Wright: Inferno and Joker are back on the outside now as both men are slowly climbing to their feet.

Both men get up at about the same time as Inferno and Joker start a staggering battle of fists. Draven is inside the ring, laid out in a cold-manner, thanks to the double team courtesy of a double face buster. The two were outside trading blows. Joker held the upper hand, sending a swift kick to the gut of Inferno. Joker follows up with a swinging neckbreaker, taking Inferno down to the concrete floor. Inferno rolling around on the floor, Joker kicks Inferno several times in the gut and then in his ass before sitting him up against the barricade. Joker swings with no mercy at Inferno’s face with slugging punches. Draven who is up and unseen to the other men. Loud cheers are heard yet again as they sense something is about to go down. Draven rebounds off the other side of the ropes before launching himself freely like a bird to the outside of the ring, landing hard onto both Joker and Inferno with a Tope Suicida dive, as Joker’s head collided hard against Inferno’s as all three were out cold. The audience was definitely eating it up. Trickle of blood had begun to stream down the forehead of Inferno.

Reggie Stallworth: Look the three lazy guys. There are just laying there.

David Wright: Maybe cause they are giving each other everything they got.

Draven is the first to get up as he goes to look under the ring and pulls out a table as he props the table on the apron. Draven now walks over to Inferno who grabs Draven and drives him back first into the barricade. Inferno now pulls Draven’s legs out from him as Draven lands hard on the back of his head. Inferno now has a hold Draven’s legs as he catapults Draven face first into the table as Draven’s head catches the edge of the table before crashing through. Joker now is up as he grabs Inferno as throws him shoulder first in the steel steps. Draven now climbs out from the table as blood as started to flow on him as well.

David Wright: All three men are now opened up!!!!!

Reggie Stallworth: We need to call Red Cross cause this canvas will have a bunch they can use.

Joker now grabs the bloody Draven and slams him face first into the steel steps. Now Joker grabs Draven from behind as he attempts a German suplex. Though Inferno gets behind Joker as he tries it as well. They achieve it as they nail a triple German suplex sending Draven to the other side of the ring area. All three men are down again as Inferno is give out from lift two man and the other two are down from the move. Inferno reaches his feet first as he slides into the ring first. Now Joker and Draven climb to their feet as join Inferno in ring as well. All three back inside the ring, Inferno and Draven goes at it, while Joker jumps in only to get shoved away by Draven. Draven then gets the upperhand by hitting Inferno then Joker. Inferno then Joker in order several times before hitting a dropkick to Inferno then popping up and faking Joker out in thinking a grapple, swiftly going behind Joker, Draven drops Joker with the trademark Cobra Clutch Bulldog, before popping back up, full on momentum. With Inferno back up, Draven ducks an oncoming clothesline only to catch Inferno with his patented "The Cali-Roll" which is a 360 degree Iconoclasm. The crowd is wildin’ out at the grand performance. Draven slips out the ring again only to go onto the other side and digging deep underneath the ring, pulling out a 20 foot ladder. Struggling to pick it up and toss it in the ring, he simply slides it into the ring. With Inferno and Joker making movement, Draven slides in, quickly setting up the ladder.

David Wright: It looks like the high flyin Draven is fixing to really fly.

With both still trying to catch their breath, Draven slides Inferno on top of Joker to double the padding. Setting the ladder in the corner, he sighted Inferno getting back up. Running full force to the corner, Inferno dodges out of the way, leaving Draven to stop on a dime, with his foot on the rope. Inferno runs at Draven but not before he receives a stiff kick to the face. Draven then runs up the turnbuckle like a spider before leaping off backwards with a corkscrew moonsault, luckily landing onto Inferno. Joker was now back up as he was tending to pick up the burnt out Draven, so he imagined. Seeing the ladder, Joker quickly whipped Draven into the ladder hard, as Draven received a hell of a backlash. Joker goes to run to his a huge body splash but gets nothing but steel right to the graffitti face of his, as he screams in pain.

Reggie Stallworth: I wonder how that ladder tasted to Joker?

Draven now waits as Joker holding his face turns around only to be met as Draven attempts to end this as he picks up Joker for the Hail Mary. Joker though a slide off Draven’s shoulder as Draven turns around Joker now lifts him up for Laughing Boy. Inferno though is up and kicks Joker in the stomach thus dropping Draven who follow to the mat and rolls outside. Inferno picks up Joker AND NAILS THE EFINN ROCKED!!!!! Draven though now slides back in as Inferno is nailed in the head with a chair. Draven now looks at a downed Joker and Inferno as he looks at the ladder too. Draven walks over to the ladder and steps it up. Draven now climbs to the top as he looks down. He jumps and nails Inferno with a shooting star leg press from the twenty feet above.

David Wright: OH MY GOD!!!! HOLLYWOOD SUICIDE FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!!!

Draven now crawls over to Inferno and lays his arm across him. The ref makes the count.

ONE…

TWO…

David Wright: Joker tries to break it up at the last second….

THREE!!!

David Wright: HE CAN’T !!!!! DRAVEN THE KING OF UPSETS IS THE NEW NEXT BIG THING CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!

 

Returning to the backstage area studio once again, we catch Aurora, Steve and Dayshia engaged in conversation just before Dayshia turns her attention towards the camera.

Aurora: Then I must be something special...so must a lot of people in the wrestling business.

Aurora has a serious look on her face, obviously meaning every word she’s saying.

Aurora: It's what you have to expect if you are going to be involved here. Not trying to take away the props on her here, cause most people would be dead after standing up to that man, but still you have to understand what I am saying here.

Dayshia: I do for the most part. You are a trained professional though Aurora. I think Angel's been in a ring all of twice and neither was for scheduled wrestling matches of her own. Had it not been for Mr. Jason over here there's no telling what would have happened to her.

Aurora: I wasn't always a professional, you have to remember this, and I've known that "monster" for a while, but yeah I will give the woman her props.

Steve nods in agreement.

Steve Jason: That's it, really. We're trained fighters. She's not. It's one thing for a wrestler to confront him, it's another for a noncombatant with the full knowledge of what he can do. As for my involvement... the bastard crossed the line. There was no way in hell I was standing back and letting that go down- firing or otherwise.

Aurora: Soooooo was this just you being a good guy, would you do that for any woman that’s about to get brutalized by some "monster" or are these rumors I’ve heard flying backstage?

At Aurora's words, Dayshia perks up curiously.

Dayshia: Rumors?

Aurora nods.

Aurora: Yes rumors, you know the one's I am talking about don't you, Mr. Jason?

Aurora gives him a cocky smile. A look of brief consternation flashes over Steve's face, quickly followed by a look of almost *too* much calm as he flashes a smile at Aurora.

Steve Jason: I'm not sure I follow you there, Aurora.

Aurora: Oh please don't be coy with me Mr. Jason, you know the rumors that you and Angel have a little sumthin’ sumthin’ going on.

Aurora gives a little wink.

Dayshia: What is with this me not knowing what's going on stuff?!

Aurora: Really sucks doesn't it Dayshia? I know something about PDW that you don't....oh the irony.

Dayshia: Oh whatever!

Steve chuckles again, although it is a slightly on-edge one as he smirks slightly.

Steve Jason: People like to gossip.

Aurora: I think it's a little more then gossip if you ask me....

Aurora smirks again.Dayshia looks around, confused.

Dayshia: I like to gossip...

Steve Jason: Oh, yeah, Aurora? What gives you that impression?

It's only at the last second that Steve winces, as if realizing that probably wasn't the smartest thing to say...

Dayshia: Oh...oh! I get it now! See, I dunno if she still does but once upon a time Aurora had this soooo obvious crush on your friend Julian. Remember that, Aurora?

Aurora kicks Dayshia in the shin, then smiles.

Dayshia: Ow! What the...

Aurora: I can assure you I have no idea what you are talking about Dayshia.

She smiles sweetly so it seems like she's done nothing. After mumbling incoherently for a moment, Dayshia refocuses.

Dayshia: Anyway I think she's insinuating something about you and our dear Directrix. Shame on you, Aurora. But keep going, please.

Aurora: I would like him to elaborate for us, tell us how something that can be seen so clearly is really not happening.

She smirks. Steve just laughs at that, shaking his head slightly.

Steve Jason: Wait, so I've gotta prove something's not going on? I thought it worked the other way round. But if you're really gonna press me, we're not dating or nothing...

Aurora: You misunderstood what I said. You say nothing is going on, we see differently, so you must prove to us that nothing is really going on.

Dayshia: It's good you two aren't dating. I think she's pretty cute but something tells me she doesn't dig chicks. But Steve Jasons? Haha, I think she just MIGHT be fond of those.

Aurora: Indeed, and I think Steve Jasons, might be fond of Angels.

Aurora giggles.

Dayshia: Who the hell isn’t, Aurora? They supposedly watch over us and stuff.

Steve falls back in his seat, a colossal sigh escaping him as he mutters something a little too loudly.

Steve Jason: Goddammit, I knew this was gonna happen...

Aurora perks up to these words.

Aurora: Oh and what is that?

She grins all interested now. Dayshia, too, is intrigued, but she can’t help but shoot Aurora a mysterious look.

Dayshia: This is funny. You seemed to hate when I did this to you when Julian was around but you don’t mind doing it to Steve!

Aurora: Dayshia, for the last time! I have no idea what you’re talking about! Why must you keep turning this on me?! We have an amazing guest here and all you can seem to focus on is something that never existed to begin with! I never had a “crush” on Julian Dark. I’m not a teenager!

Dayshia looks at Aurora in disbelief. She then looks at Steve Jason and then into the camera.

Dayshia: My goodness. Meltdown, much?

Dayshia glances at the camera nervously and does a cutting motion across her neck before the scene fades to commercial.

 

 

 

The camera opens up backstage now, in a quiet, isolated locker room, completely bare except for a single wooden table and a chair. Standing in front of that table is none other than Steve Jason, who has an active, alert expression on his face as he breathes deeply as if to relax himself. He's already in his ringwear, and it looks like he's close to being ready for his upcoming match. A knock at the door draws his attention as the one and only Julian Dark walks into the room. He's dressed in street clothes. He nods at Steve.

Julian Dark: Hey man. You ready for the battle?

As Julian makes himself known, Steve flashes a short grin at his friend, returning the nod with a certain show of confidence.

Steve Jason: Hey. About as ready as I'm gonna be, I'd say. Time to do a little curb-stomping.

Julian cringes at the mention of curb-stomping.

Julian Dark: Everytime I hear that word, I can't help but think about that scene in American History X.

He shakes his head to get rid of the image.

Julian Dark: But good to know you got your head in the right frame of mind.

Steve Jason: Let's just say that I've finally been pushed way too far by these lot. Something's gotta give here, and I think it's about time they started getting pushed back. I figure this is the time to do it.

Julian returns the nod.

Julian Dark: You're right. But... man... you got to be careful. You push back at these people, and they are only going to come back even stronger and more vicious. And after what we did last week, we should all be looking over our backs for retailation. So, I was thinking...

Steve merely raises an eyebrow at that, more than a little curious as to what his friend has to say with him.

Steve Jason: I'm listening.

Julian Dark: After all your crap with Jaxx in the past, and the beat down you laid on him last week, he might be up to something. And after throwing Giovanni throw some glass, I wouldn't be surprised if he took things a little out of control tonight. So, I think I should come down to ringside tonight, and watch your back for ya.

Steve nods at that but doesn't respond right away, instead a thoughtful frown crosses his face as he cups a hand to his chin.

Steve Jason: You know you're putting yourself in the firing line by doing that, right?

Julian lets out a snort of discontent for a response.

Julian Dark: Man, I already put myself in the line of fire after rushing the ring last week. I'm not going to hide from these guys. I'll be right out there, letting them know where I am if they want to find me.

Steve can't help but chuckle quietly at that.

Steve Jason: Point well taken, and I do agree with not hiding from them. If you're sure it's what you want to do, well... yeah, it would be nice to have a bit of backup for a change, I'll admit that.

He punctuates that with a smirk.

Julian Dark: Yeah, this way you can concentrate on the task at hand, the match. I'll deal with everything else, and you concentrate on your 'curb-stomping'.

Julian adds air quotes around the word curb-stomping.

Steve laughs quietly at that, shaking his head.

Steve Jason: Yeah, yeah, I know, it's not the nicest phrase. Well, right now I'll take all the help I can get, Julian. If there's any chance there'll be a run-in, this match'll be it.

He pauses, then grins.

Steve Jason: So thanks, man. It means a lot.

Julian Dark: Don't even worry about it! I know you'd do the same thing for me.

He smiles and extends his hand out to Steve. Steve looks down at the offered hand for a couple of moments, then he returns the smile and takes it in a firm handshake.

Steve Jason: Damn, man, it's good to have you back.

Julian Dark: Good to be back!

Your Disclosure: Last Man Standing

Steve Jason vs. Giovianni Aries

 

 

Sammantha Jinx: The following match is a last man standing grudge match. Introducing first…STEVE JASON!!!

With the sudden sound of a thunderclap, the heavy guitar introduction to Breaking Benjamin’s “Believe” blasts over the PA system as suddenly a blast of white and blue pyros flares up around the entrance ramp. As the guitar introduction continues, white and blue searchlight beams trigger and begin to wash over the entrance ramp and the general path to the ring. As this happens, a silvery plume of sparkler fire lights up in front of the curtain before Steve Jason strides out of the remnants, clad in his white and blue ringwear boardshorts and a matching silky short-sleeved shirt with a hood attached, the hood pulled up over his hair and casting a shadow over his ice-blue eyes and facial features. He wastes no time striding down the ramp in direct time to the powerful, edgy verse which now booms throughout the arena.

With the sudden sound of a thunderclap, the heavy guitar introduction to Breaking Benjamin’s “Believe” blasts over the PA system as suddenly a blast of white and blue pyros flares up around the entrance ramp. As the guitar introduction continues, white and blue searchlight beams trigger and begin to wash over the entrance ramp and the general path to the ring. As this happens, a silvery plume of sparkler fire lights up in front of the curtain before Steve Jason strides out of the remnants. His usual short-sleeved shirt and ringwear boardshorts cover his form, except this time the color has changed for this pay per view appearance to black with a blue trim. The shirt's attached hood is pulled down over his head, and in a very rare moment, Steve has not come alone- he is accompanied by none other than Julian Dark. Both men stop for a second to stare down the ramp, then Steve leads the way and the two head down the ramp in direct time to the powerful, edgy verse which now booms throughout the arena.

Don't tread the water
Just stay still
I'll not be bothered
By you until
I'm picking sides
And pulling the strings
I'm living lies
And shedding skin
I'm open wide
And letting you in
I'm wronging rights

Steve has proceeded to the foot of the ring at this point and proceeds to pull his hood back, looking at Julian who comes to a stop at the foot of the apron. They nod affirmatively to each other, then Steve rips his hood back and, the sung verse becomes an intense, angry chorus and Steve jumps onto the apron in time with the first opening shout, gripping the ropes and flinging his arms back so his shirt flings off his body and into the crowd.

Be-lieve!
I don't care what you want!
I just want mine!
Shut up!
Smart little bitch!
I don't need lies!

At this point, Steve has sidestepped along the apron and reached the nearest turnbuckle. With little to no warning, he climbs atop it in time with the continuing chorus, which is now slightly softer than the angrier tune of before.

I don't care what you want, I just want mine...
Get up!
Force it to fit!
Confined inside!

As the chorus ends and descends into sharp and short guitar blasts, Steve hops down from the turnbuckle and enters the ring itself, assuming a ready-to-fight martial arts stance.

Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent in this match, making his way to the ring at this time. Please welcome…GIOVIANNI ARIES!!!

"Greatness Is Just Second Nature"

 

The saying is heard over the arena as it is seen on the jumbotron. “Take It Away” By The Used then cranks up over the arena as Giovianni Aries walks out on to the stage with a smug look on his face that just exudes confidence. He is decked out in his unbuttoned white Armani shirt and black Armani slacks with wrestling boots as the crowds boos him as he simply ignores them as he starts to unbutton his sleeves.

Burn the sun
Burn the light
Take take take take take take it away
Take my hand
Take my life
Take take take take take take it away

Giovianni then focuses on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp. He gets to the ring area and takes off his shirt and gives it to the ringside attendant. He then warns her not to let anything happened to it. Giovianni then slides into the ring and then takes a seat against the turnbuckle as he waits for the match to begin.

David Wright: This one should be a great match up! Especially with the semi-history that these two men have. And I can see that tonight SJ is taking no chances as he’s come out here with his partner, who has returned for the night, Julian Dark!

Before he bell rings Jason spears Aries and both men go tumbling through the ropes to the arena floor. Jason gets up and grabs Aries, slamming him head first into the ring apron. He does it again and Aries stumbles away. Jason charges leaping on the back of Aries and driving him toward into the ring steps. Jason gets up and begins stomping away at Aries. Riley tries to come up behind Jason but Jason turns. He distracts Jason long enough for Aries to nail Jason with a low blow kick and Jason drops to his knees in pain.

David Wright: That puts a stop to any momentum Steve Jason may have had there,

Reggie Stallworth: You can't go wrong with that move in a fight,

David Wright: You would say that,

Aries stumbles to his feet. He pulls Steve Jason up and then whips him into the ringpost. Steve falls to his knees holding his shoulder pain and Aries kicks him right in the face. The referee tries to get Aries to move so she could count but Aries grabs Steve and pulls him back to his feet. He pulls Jason over to the ring steps and then lifts him up dropping him with a brainbuster right onto the steps. Jason collapses on the floor holding the back of his neck as Aries yells at the referee to count him down.

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Jason manages to get to his knees and then pull himself up at the count of 5. Aries moves in grabs a chair and nails Jason in the back with it. He begins beating Jason over and over with the chair before tossing it aside and yelling at the referee once more to count Jason down. ...1

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Again Jason manages to stumble to his feet just long enough to roll in the ring

David Wright: Steve Jason's in trouble early in this one but refusing to stay down.

Reggie Stallworth: Because he is stupid. Sure he attacked Giovianna Aries but you gotta think Steve Jason is still in the worst shape of the two.

Aries grabs a chair and slides in the ring as Jason stumbles to his feet. He goes to nails Jason with the chair but Jason ducks it and nails Aries with a spinning Cresent kick sending the chair back into the face of Aries. Aries drops the chair and stumbles around. Jason tackles him and begins raining right hands down on the forehead of Aries. blood starts flowing from the face of Aries as Jason opens him up. Jason looks at his blood covered fist before walking over and grabbing the chair. He stands over Aries and looks out at the crowd before nailing Aries on every part of his body with the chair. Aries rolls completely out of the ring in pain as Steve tosses the chair aside.

Reggie Stallworth: See. There is your hero. He's no better than Joshua Payne. Look at his expression. He's loving this.

David Wright: After everything that has been done to him. Don't you think he has the right? Hell, even Julian Dark thinks so! Look at him out there!

Reggie Stallworth: Now you are just making excuses for him doing the same things you condemn guys like Joshua Payne for.

Jason rolls out the ring and goes right after Aries He slams Aries head first into the ring steps Aries falls back against the guardrail with his face now a crimson color. Jason charges and Aries manages to back body drop him into the crowd. Jason manages to quickly get to his feet. He grabs Aries around the head looking for a sleeper but Aries holds on to Jason's head and drops down, sending him jaw first into the guard rail. Jason goes down, and rolls around holding his jaw as Aries just collapses to the floor. The referee begins to count both wrestlers out.

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Aries uses the referee to pull himself up. He breaks her count and then begins to stumble toward Jason who was still down. David Wright: How is Giovianna Aries even standing?

Reggie Stallworth: And more importantly, I think one of the fans caught a few of Steve Jason's teeth after that move by Giovianni!

Jason gets up and blocks a right hand from Aries. Aries tries again but again Jason blocks it and then slams Aries head first into the guard rail. Aries stumbles away, falling to one knee as Jason climbs back over the guard rail. Jason picks up the cord from one of the TV cameras and begins choking Aries with it. You see Aries gasp for air and tries to get away only to have Jason yank back with all it his strength. Aries manages to reach and dig his thumbs in Jason's eye's causing him to let go and stumble away as Aries crawls away gasping for air.

Reggie Stallworth: What do you say about your hero now. He's was trying to choke the life out of Aries!

David Wright: Sometimes drastic times call for drastic measures.

Reggie Stallworth:Excuses...more excuses.

Jason stumbles around to where Aries was and pulls him to his feet. Suddenly Aries buries a knee into the midsection of Jason and sends him crashing into the steel ring steps. Jason looks to be out of it and the referee begins to make the count.

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Aries moves the referee out of the way, gets a running starts and buries a knee into the face of Jason. Blood starts to pour from the nose and mouth of Jason. Aries doesn't let the referee count, instead pulls Jason. He sets Jason on the ring Steps and charges at hi again. Jason moves and Aries goes face and chest first into the ring steps and ring post.

David Wright: It looks as though Giovianni Aries is out to end the career of Steve Jason!

Reggie Stallworth: And if he would have connected with whatever he was trying to do, I think it' safe to say he would have Wait, what's Steve Jason doing?!

Suddenly, Jason gets to his feet pulling Aries to a standing position halfway up the ramp. He stares up at Aries and a look of what appears to be fear crosses his face, then he suddenly turns tail and starts running towards the ring, away from Aries! Aries is confused for a moment, then he just laughs and charges after Jason. Jason continues to leg it for the ring, then suddenly hops up onto the apron and then hops up onto the second rope before his look of fear fades away and replaces itself with a satisfied smirk before he springs straight back off the rope and back towards the outside- and the oncoming Aries- with the upside-down springboard spear known as the Shinkansen. Aries has only a split second to see Jason coming in astonishment before Jason's body smashes into Aries as high velocity, bowling Aries back and smashing him into the security wall as both men go scattering in both directions.

David Wright: Did you just see?!

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah I saw it. I saw it. So Steve Jason is suicidal to I see?

David Wright: Would you just give the man the credit he is do for once?

Both men actually begin to get up before the referee begins a double count. Jason grabs Aries and drives him back first into ring apron. Aries screams in pain as Jason does it again. Jason grabs Aries by the head and slams him head first into the announce table before looking around for something. He grabs another camera cable and turns back toward Aries only to get hit right in the head with one of TV monitors from the announce table. Jason goes down like a ton of bricks and Aries manages to nail him with a kick to the head before stumbling over leaning against the ring and yelling at the referee to count.

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At seven a bloody Jason pulls himself up!

David Wright: Steve Jason once again wills himself up!

Reggie Stallworth: I'm sure somewhere inside Aries he's happy about that.

An enraged Aries kicks Jason and then grabs fan at ringside yanking his belt from him. He turns and begins whipping Jason across the back with the belt. Jason yells out in pain and manages to roll back into the ring but Aries following him and continues to whip Jason as he rolls around in pain. Aries yells out stay down and continues to whip him on his arms legs and back. Jason rolls around in pain and tries to cover up as Aries wraps the belt around his fist. Aries pulled Jason to his knees and nails him right in the head with the buckle. He grabs Jason 's head and repeatedly punches him and Jason looks about ready to collapse. He backs up and charges at Jason, looking for the knock out blow but runs into a low blow headbutt by Jason causing Aries to drop to his knees.

Reggie Stallworth: Once again your hero has to cheat to save himself.

David Wright: It's a last man standing match you idiot. There are no rules to break. It's about survival.

Jason manages to get up and you can see the whelps over his body as he grabs the belt now. He holds it up and begins lashing Aries with it. Aries quickly rolls out of the ring but Jason goes right after him and begins whipping him with the belt again. Aries crawls up the ramp, trying to get away as Jason continues to viciously whip him with the belt. Jason wraps the belt around his fist now, pulls Aries to his feet and nails him with a right hand. Aries goes tumbling don the entrance ramp and lands near the ring.

David Wright: This one has gotten personal real quick

Reggie Stallworth: There ya go stating the obvious again Billy The Dumb kid.

David Wright: What?

Reggie Stallworth: Exactly.

Jason charges back down to the ring, refusing to the let the referee count and begins stomping away at Aries. Jason looks almost possessed as he picks Aries up and looks as though he was going to charge toward the ring post with him, like a lawn dart. Aries drops down behind Jason nailing him with The Brush With Greatness in the back of the head. Jason goes flying forward face first into the ring post as Aries falls into the referee , using the referee to hold him up but also inadvertently preventing a count as Jason collapses to the floor.

Reggie Stallworth: Aries is stopping the referee. He could have it here and he doesn't even realize it.

David Wright: One thing is for sure, neither of these men will ever be the same again!

Aries manages to finally stand on his own and pulls Jason up. He rolls him back in the ring and places him so that his head is hanging of the ring apron before slowly climbing to the to the top rope. Aries leaps of and nails a leg drop to the head of Jason. Jason screams out in pain and rolls around in the ring holding his neck in pain. Aries sits on the arena floor with a sadistic smile before slowly getting. He lowly climbs up o n the ring apron but suddenly Jason gets up and with maybe his last bit of strength, he sends Aries flying off the ring apron with a spinning crescent kick. Aries goes flying and his head snaps back off the guard rail. Both men go down!

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Jason rolls out the ring still holding his neck and you could see he was a lot of pain as he stops the referee's count and makes his way over to Aries.

Reggie Stallworth: The idiot just stopped the referee's count. What a dumb fuck.

David Wright: The story is Steve Jason's neck. What kind of damage has been done?

Reggie Stallworth: I think it's swelling up. We could see a man going with a cracked vertebra in his neck here. He should just give up now.

Jason approaches Aries but gets a kick to the midsection. Aries shoves one of the PDW executives at ringside out of his chairs and then hooks Jason looking for a brainbuster onto the chair. Jason reverses it and hits one vertical suplex onto the outside. Everybody knows what this means by now, and a thunderous cheer shakes the arena as Jason locks his arm around Aries and pulls him up for a second suplex onto the outside. Then once again he lifts Aries up and this time holds him in the air mid-suplex, preparing to bring him down to complete the Kobrakai Triplex. Then finally, at the last second with a surge of strength, Jason turns around with Aries still in the air and alters his course to bring Aries crashing straight through the announce table on the way down. The table doesn't completely break away, but instead crumples inwards underneath Aries' body, splintering down to half its original size with fractures all over the wood and a deep, man-shaped hole directly in the center of it, which the battered Aries lies in.

David Wright: Oh My God! Aries...his back has to broken after that!

The referee begins a count as Jason falls back against the ring apron, using it to hold himself up as he grabbed his neck.

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and Aries is up. The crowd is in total shock as he stands out on his feet. Jason even looks surprised but waist no time in nailing Aries with a spinebuster.

David Wright: I hope we have some ambulances back there and some surgeons on call. We are gonna need them after this

Reggie Stallworth: I was thinking more in the area of body bags

Jason picks Aries up and rolls him back in the ring. He grabs the back of his neck and tells the referee it may be broken before rolling back in the ring. Jason has to the use the ropes to pull himself to vertical base before stumbling toward Aries who was on his knees. Suddenly Aries leaps up out of no where and nails The Privileged Lifestyle. Jason falls back into the corner and collapses as you see Aries scratching and clawing his way, trying to get to the outside of the ring. He finally manages to roll to h e floor and drops to his knees looking under the ring for some. Aries starts to get to his feet and stands holding up a sledgehammer wrapped in barbed wire.

David Wright: WHAT THE HELL? No that's too much. Someone get that weapon away from Aries!

Reggie Stallworth: So that is the surprised he was telling me about earlier. Yes. We are about to see happen what Joshua Payne couldn't do. The end of Steve Jason.

David Wright: This is way to far.

Jason reaches over the ropes and tries to grab Aries and Aries turns and nails him him in the midsection with the barbed wire wrapped sledgehammer. Jason falls out o the ring and grabs his stomach as he rolls around in pain. He starts to cough up blood. The referee tries to count but Aries shove the referee down and stands over Jason. He lays the sledgehammer down and then grabs Jason, running his face along the barbed wire as Jason yells out in pain. You see Aries motion to the back and a group of people bring out a table with a glass plate in the middle Aries begins Dragging what seemed to be an unconscious Jason up the entrance ramp.

David Wright: Now what is he doing.

Reggie Stallworth: I don't know but I'm loving this...

Aries pulls Jason up on the table but Jason grabs Aries and digs his fingers in both of Aries's eyes. Aries stumbles away as Jason rolls off the table. Jason looks as though he could barely stand and was still coughing up blood but pulls Aries in suddenly, then proceeds to lock in the underhook arm-grabbing hold that signals the beginning of the Shock and Awe- even though both men are now on hard steel. Aries struggles suddenly, desperate to get out of the hold, but Jason just responds by clubbing him on the back of the head with his elbow and begins to lift Aries up for the move. Aries continues to struggle as Jason lifts him, knocking Jason off-balance at the last second, but not enough to stop Jason from dropping the move, drilling Aries back-and-head-first into the steel mat. The move isn't without its toll however, as Aries' last second struggle knocks Jason leg out from underneath him, causing him to crash hard into the steel as well.. The referee begins to make the count on both men.

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David Wright: That's it. It looks like neither man is going to get up as they have yet to move. Wait what's Aries doing?

Reggie Stallworth: How the hell should I know

Aries trips the referee and then kicks the referee off the stage. You hear the referee fall into the equipment.

Reggie Stallworth: Now that is one way to keep from getting counted down.

Finally Aries gets to his feet, He stumbles around and looks over the side at the referee trying to get up and smirks. He turns and finds himself staring in the crimson colored face of an angry Jason. Aries tries for a kick but Jason catches his leg and spins him around. He hooks Aries and takes him over with a release German Suplex. Aries grabs his back in pain but is quickly picked up by Jason. Jason charges forward sending Aries head first into the video tron. Aries Stumbles backwards and Jason charges. Aries catches him and sends Jason crashing the glass portion of the table with a flapjack type move. you hear Jason scream out in pain yelling about his eyes causing even Aries to stop short as EMT's come rushing from the back.

David Wright: Ladies and gentlemen it appears as though a piece of glass went into Steve Jason's eyes

Reggie Stallworth: What does that mean for the match?

David Wright: It's unfortunate but I think you have to declare Aries the winner

Aries stumbles around barely able to stand as EMT's try and keep Jason still. They bring out an oxygen tank and try to help Jason up. Suddenly out of nowhere Jason grabs the Oxygen tank tank and charges forward knocking Aries for a loop with it. Two of the EMT's turn and walk away and we see they oddly look oddly like Drake an Catalina Benjamin. Even Jason looks on for a moment before slamming the Oxygen tank into the forehead of Aries as he tries to get up before finally tossing it aside.

Reggie Stallworth: Hey wasn't that? Nah couldn't be .

David Wright: What?

Reggie Stallworth: Nothing. It seems as Steve Jason pulled a fast one and it paid off as Aries is down.

Jason grabs Aries and starts to pull him up. Aries has enough left to bury a right hand into the injured midsection of Jason causing Jason to drop to his knees and cough up blood. Aries now grabs a piece of glass, not carrying that it was cutting into his hand. He tries to drive the point of the glass into Jason's forehead. Jason blocks it and shoves Aries away but Aries fires right back with a kick to the ribs of Jason. Jason yells out in pain as Aries once again tries to drive the point of the broken glass right into the forehead of Jason.

David Wright: Aries is like a deranged lunatic. He just doesn't want to win. He wants to win at the cost of Steve Jason's career.

Reggie Stallworth: As you said earlier. It's survival.

Suddenly Jason rocks his fist up in mid-move and catches Aries right between the eyes hard, causing him to snap his head up and break off the attack, momentarily stunned. Jason eyes Aries carefully, then for good measure rams a knee into Aries' stomach, causing the air to rush out of his lungs and for him to double over. Jason has a split second to think, then suddenly instead of launching a standard move, he moves into position for the S2, seizing Aries' leg in the process... then suddenly a rock-hard look crosses his face. The crowd suddenly burst into an excited shout, but it's not an S3 on the stage itself that he hits, but instead...

David Wright: Oh MY GOD An S4!!! An S4 off the stage!!!

Jason just hit the Suicide S3, colloquially known as the S4 on Aries, straight off the stage! Both men plummet directly off the edge of the stage, angled so that Aries takes the brunt of the fall straight off the edge directly into piles of hard mechanical equipment and planks of wood below. The heavy crunch of wooden pylons snapping in half and the clang of metal being crashed into can be heard as the camera struggles to get a good look off the stage, revealing Aries lying broken and battered among broken wood and scattered metal, and Steve grimacing in pain, twitching and trying desperately to get motion as the count begins...

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Both wrestler to one knee.

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Jason manages to stand as Aries falls back down!

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Jason stands long enough to hear the bell before collapsing face first as EMT's rush to the aide of both men.

Sammantha Jinx: And here is your winner… STEVE JASON!!!

David Wright: I wouldn't call anyone a winner accept the fans on this one

Reggie Stallworth: Steve Jason won but I think Aries proved something to Steve Jason tonight and to the PDW that he is for real.

 

The camera cuts to the backstage area, where we see Nicholas Jaxx returning to the locker room. She opens the doors and flips the lightswitch, revealing the horrors.

Nicholas Jaxx: WHAT THE FUCK?

The camera cuts around Jaxx to see the destruction of the Pantheon locker room. The large, black banner with "PANTHEON FOREVER" written across it in gold leaf, is now twisted with red spray paint to say "Pleased to Meet You". The camera pans across the room to see articles of clothing defiled and seized, ripped and torn, and spray painted. The Jaxxter, shocked beyond belief, not suspecting that anyone within PDW had the balls... walks around the carnage like a Shellshocked veteran returning to the battlefield after years of absence.

Nicholas Jaxx: How...

In the center of the room, with what looked to be voodoo dolls placed around it in what looked like a half-circle, was a large mountain of personal possessions. Jaxx knelt beside them and turned to pick a piece of clothing up, soaked with something...

Nicholas Jaxx: Oh HELL no!

Jaxx quickly tosses the article away, some Pantheon t-shirt from a merchandise stand. In the pile of shit he sees razor blades, anabolic steroids, dog tags, and many objects of personal affection that belonged to various members of the Pantheon. It's only now that he realizes that someone has pissed on them.

Nicholas Jaxx: OH WHAT THE FUCK!

Jaxx stands, in utter rage and disbelief, for found among the pissed-on effects he sees a signed First Edition of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Jaxx cannot take anymore, and takes one last look across the locker room walls, reading the messages scrawled in between large, arching letters of "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA". Messages like "Jaxx <3 Pig Pussy", "Pete Ebdon has skid marks", "Christy's Jungle Bush" with a crude picture of a crotch that looks to be unshaven for what seemed like years, and last but not least... "Hope you guessed my name."

Nicholas Jaxx: Jesus Christ...

Before he can think, before he can realize that every gym bag, tote bag, and personal briefcase had been stolen, he exits the locker room, more than likely to warn his friends of their new playmate.

Bloodshed Championship: Clockwork Orange House of Fun

Nicholas Jaxx © vs. Dante Gleason Poole & Tatiana Gregorovich

 

David Wright: Well we may be winding down here tonight in New Jersey but we’ve still got some BIG matches to come, and next up folks is one of the biggest of the night.

Reggie Stallworth: That’s right DW and this one has a little bit of rather unique history to it as well. Dante Gleason Poole and Tatiana Gregoravich, also known as the Royal Cartel, first stuck their noses in to the Pantheon’s business several weeks ago when Steve Jason hired them to help him beat down Pantheon co-founder Joshua Payne. A few weeks later Nicholas Jaxx seemed to take a shine to Tatiana, offering her money for sex and then changing tact’s to offer her flowers. Tonight though there won’t be any flowers, tonight there will only be BLOOD!

David Wright: You’ll need to forgive my broadcast partner folks, he’s somewhat biased in situations like this. He is right about one thing though, there will be blood spilled on the canvas before this match is over because next up is the first ever CLOCKWORK ORANGE HOUSE OF FUN HANDICAP match, and apparently we’re being told that despite the fact it’s a no-disqualification match Tatiana and Dante will be required to tag in and out.

Reggie Stallworth: How the hell is that meant to be enforced?

David Wright: From what I’ve got on the sheet in front of me only one of them will ever be legally able to get the pin, I guess that’s Star Deveraux’s way of evening this match up a little.

Reggie Stallworth: Evening it up? The Bloodshed Champion is walking out of here tonight with their blood on his fists and the title STILL in his hands, mark my words.

David Wright: Whatever you say Reggie...

The camera pans to the ringside area where we see the technicians finishing setting up the Clockwork Orange structure. Much like at Aversion Therapy the ring is surrounded on two sides by sections of steel cage and all around the rest of the ring hangs various weapons. The camera pans in on a few of them to show us steel chairs, Singapore canes and even what looks like a saucepan hanging from the wires that surround the ring.

Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for your PDW BLOODSHED CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! This match is a HANDICAP match scheduled for ONE FALL!

“Breathe Today” by Flyleaf starts to play on the sound system as a picture of a queen of hearts from a deck of playing cards appears on the video screen. Tatiana Gregoravich walks out from back stage with a smug smile playing on her lips. She makes her way down to the ring with her manager, Charles Porter at her side. She walks up the steel steps and Charles holds open the second and first ropes so that Tatiana can climb through easily. Charles jumps down to wait outside the ring as she stretches and waits for the match to begin.

Sammantha Jinx: Introducing first, at five foot six inches and weighing one hundred and thirty four pounds, from St. Petersburg, Russia she is THE QUEEN OF HEARTS, this is TATIANA GREGORAVICH!

The opening moments of “Post Blue” echoes out, the lights begins to flash in the fashion of strobe lights. Videos clips flash on and off, showcasing the career of one Dante Gleason Poole. Blinding pyrotechnics explode upon the stage before Dante Poole himself step out from behind the curtains. Dante begins his walk down to the ring where he rolls in underneath the bottom rope. The lights return to normal as he stands there, taking in the view...

Sammantha Jinx: Her tag team partner, from Manchester, England, standing at six foot tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds, this is THE KING OF DIAMONDS, he is DANTE GLEASON POOLE!

The fans deliver a somewhat mixed reaction to the duo now standing in the ring...

Sammantha Jinx: And their opponent...

A silent hush seems to spill out over the arena for a long moment before darkness engulfs the arena and after a few moments the screen flicks to life...

...NICHOLAS JAXX WILL STEAL THE SHOW IN...

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I'm bringing sexy back (yeah!)...

Them other fuckers don't know how to act (yeah!)...

“Sinner” by Drowning Pool hits the PA system as the vast majority of the crowd react rather surprisingly in cheers and the waving of Canadian flags. As the lights flick back on again we see a figure standing with his back to the camera, a jacket on with “King Of Sin” written on the back and the hood pulled up over his head. He spins around and holds out his hands to his side as the crowd react in mixed emotions before he lifts his arms out in front of him, connecting his thumbs and index fingers together to form almost a diamond shape before pulling his arms back as pyro explodes behind him. Through the smoke he is joined by Lucas Knight and Reuben Tialata and the trio make their way down to the ring as Jaxx raises the Bloodshed title high in to the air.

Sammantha Jinx: From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, standing five foot ten inches tall and weighing one hundred and ninety nine pounds, he is the current, reigning and defending PDW Bloodshed Champion, he is the “King Of Sin” and the “Diamond Standard”, this is “THE SINNER” NICHOLAS JAXX!

Jaxx nods his head proudly acknowledging all three nicknames delivered by Sammantha Jinx as he hands the Bloodshed Championship belt to Knight and climbs up on the apron, eyeing his two opponents. TC Payne comes across to order one of them out of the ring and it’s Dante Gleason Poole who steps forward while Tatiana ducks between the ropes to the outside. Jaxx slides in to the ring, flexing his neck back and forth before and eyeing up Dante Poole for a long moment before calling for a microphone. Reuben grabs it from Sammantha Jinx and throws it up in to the ring where Jaxx waits for the crowd to be silent before raising it up.

Nicholas Jaxx: Dude, you sure you want to do this? Because I know dude, you don’t need to hide it from everybody any more. I’ve seen your medical records...

Poole looks at him completely baffled.

Nicholas Jaxx: I know that you’ve not had an erection in six years but seriously dude, there’s no reason to hate on me just because I CAN satisfy the ladies...

Poole doesn’t even give him enough time to give the microphone back before he gets on the attack, levelling Jaxx with a double-leg takedown before unloading a few right hands in Jaxx’s face before Jaxx is able to kick him off and cause some separation. It isn’t long before Dante is back on his feet again though and trying to press the advantage but Jaxx is quickly back up again to block the first of the attempted right hands and attempt to dish out one of his own but Dante quickly grabs the arm and hooks it behind Jaxx’s back in a hammerlock, attempting to lift Jaxx off his feet but he counters with a backwards kick to the gut, landing on his own feet again before reaching down and grabbing the leg of Poole and taking him down off his feet. Poole quickly trips Jaxx though before rolling back to his feet and attempting an elbow drop only for Jaxx to roll out of the way and leap up, waving at Tatiana as Poole charges him. Jaxx is able to dodge out of the way though and Poole goes crashing chest first in to the top turnbuckles allowing Jaxx to capitalise, charging across the ring and delivering a massive running kick straight in to the face of Poole. Poole rolls from the ring grabbing at his head as Jaxx is tempted to go out after him but stops himself, pointing up at the various weapons hanging from the wires around the ring. The fans pop as Jaxx climbs up one of the turnbuckles and pulls down a Singapore Cane, dropping it down in to the ring before reaching up and pulling down what looks like a pair of handcuffs and hurling them down at Poole, who isn’t paying attention still holding the back of his head. The cuffs catch Poole in the back and he reacts by quickly rolling in to the ring where Jaxx is waiting, whipping him across the ring and dropping him with perfect looking dropkick.

Reggie Stallworth: Tell me you saw how PERFECT that dropkick was.

David Wright: One good move won’t win this match Reggie.

Reggie Stallworth: Maybe not but it’ll rearrange those ugly English teeth a little. Do they even have toothpaste over there?

David Wright: Why don’t you ask Ebdon next time you remove your lips from his ass?

Jaxx pulls Poole back to his feet and delivers a stiff kick to the midsection of the experienced veteran before whipping him toward the turnbuckles and beginning to walk in after him, attempting a forearm shot in the corner but Poole counters it, throwing Jaxx back against the turnbuckles instead. Poole rolls to the middle of the ring and begins to taunt Jaxx, offering the hand out for a test of strength on the smaller man which he slowly approaches to accept. Jaxx locks one hand in on the test of strength before Dante offers up the other and Jaxx slowly accepts it. The two men lock up but Dante almost immediately unleashes a stiff kick to the midsection, followed quickly by another and then a knee to the upper body as Jaxx is doubled over before forcing the Bloodshed Champion back against the ropes, still with the hands locked up, before releasing quickly and slapping Jaxx hard across the chest. Jaxx attempts to cover up but Dante separates his hands again, slapping him hard across the chest once again as the sound echoes around the building.

David Wright: Dante Gleason Poole leaving a big red handprint on Jaxx’s chest! That’s one hell of a chop he’s got there.

Reggie Stallworth: Hey, Dante’s got the advantage in terms of six and strength and he’s playing to that advantage but don’t count Jaxx out, this little guy’s a resourceful little SOB.

David Wright: But Dante has a lot of experience in the wrestling business and Jaxx may be a near seven-year pro but he’s not spent much of that seven years in high-profile matches.

Poole grabs Jaxx by the arm, attempting to whip him across the ring but Jaxx holds on to the top rope to prevent Dante from whipping him so Poole just quickly delivers a few stiff kicks to the gut before whipping the Bloodshed Champion across the ring only for Jaxx to duck his attempt at a clothesline. Dante quickly recovers, swinging at Jaxx as he comes off the other side as well with another attempt at a clothesline but Jaxx ducks that as well, coming off the ropes a third time and knocking Dante off his feet with a massive flying crossbody. Rather than going for the cover though Jaxx unloads with several right-hands to the face of Dante until Dante throws him off and rolls under the ropes attempting to regain his composure once again. Jaxx doesn’t let him escape this time however, charging across the ring and flipping himself up and over the top rope, crashing down on Dante on the outside to once again a large pop from a big section of the crowd. He quickly gets back to his feet, grabbing Dante by the head and attempting to throw him back in to the ring but Dante catches Jaxx with a shot to the gut and charges him back against the guardrail. He signals to Tatiana who leaps off the apron and catches Jaxx with a hurricanrana, whipping him down on the outside before showing off to the crowd who begin to boo her.

David Wright: What exactly is happening here? The fans are booing the Royal Cartel and cheering Nicholas Jaxx?

Reggie Stallworth: Maybe they’re finally coming to realise just how great the members of the Pantheon actually are.

David Wright: Maybe, but then the Royal Cartel were never considered popular before the match either, maybe it’s just a case of the fans wanting to see the underdog come out victorious.

Dante grabs Jaxx by the hair and throws him back inside the ring and climbs in after him, following him mockingly as he crawls across the ring trying to get away. Dante grabs him by the leg to stop him and Jaxx begins to pull himself up, turning and smiling at Dante before smacking him across the face with the Singapore Cane. The fans pop for the shot as Dante staggers backwards and Jaxx unloads with a second shot straight to the face, snapping the cane slightly. It doesn’t stop him though as Dante attempts to cover up and Jaxx changes to body shots instead, smacking Dante across the sides of the rips with the cane before he finally staggers back in to his corner and makes the tag. Jaxx, still holding the Singapore Cane, watches on as Tatiana gets in to the ring and goes to hit her with the cane, which the fans seem to want to happen, before throwing it down outside the ring.

Reggie Stallworth: You see that DW? That’s how good Nicholas Jaxx is to women. He’s got a bad reputation sure but—

David Wright: Oh please, the first chance he gets he’ll hit her with something.

Reggie Stallworth: He got her flowers, didn’t he?

David Wright: Only in an attempt to get her to sleep with him, and then he called her a lesbian when she didn’t! You’re not making me think that just because he threw down the cane that he’s actually good Reggie, he probably just didn’t want it anymore because it was broken.

Jaxx seems quite excited about the prospect of the change of opponent, still holding his neck after the hurricanrara on the outside. Tatiana doesn’t seem intimidated in the slightest however, walking straight over to him and offering her hand out for the test of strength. Jaxx just laughs it off, saying something about her being just a little woman and she slaps him straight across the face so hard he staggers back a few steps holding his jaw. She again holds her arm out demanding that he lock up with her and he steps forward, checking his teeth to make sure they’re all in the right place still before locking up with her and quite easily overpowering her, grabbing her in the side headlock and playing to the fans, even giving her a noogie. She drives her forearm in to his side several times to cause him to break the headlock however before pushing him off to the ropes and ducking as he rebounds in an attempt for a clothesline before leaping up and dropping him with a massive spin kick that almost takes Jaxx’s head off with the momentum he runs in to it with. He quickly struggles back to his feet in shock and she grabs him by the head and whips him over in a snapmare, running the ropes and planting him with a basement dropkick that has him once again checking to make sure all his teeth are in place.

David Wright: Ha! Jaxx underestimating the fight in this woman!

Reggie Stallworth: Damn, foreplay must be a lot rougher in Russia...

Jaxx quickly gets back up, brushing off the fact that she just took him down twice in a row and grabs her but she knocks his hand away and kicks him square in the gut before whipping him against the turnbuckle with everything she’s got and he hits it back first, bouncing out grabbing his back in pain as she runs the ropes and grabs him by the head from behind, dropping him face first to the mat with a bulldog. She attempts to roll him over for the first cover of the match but he pushes her off and once again attempts to get back to his feet. Tatiana quickly climbs the turnbuckles, grabbing a steel chair and pulling it off the hook on which it’s hanging, smashing Jaxx in the face as he attempts to get back up and dropping him hard to the mat once again. He struggles back to his knees grabbing his head in pain as she pulls him up and grabs him by the neck, dropping him down hard on the chair with a swinging neckbreaker, hurting not only his neck with the move but his upper back as he connects with the chair. She quickly goes for the cover on him as Knight and Tialata at ringside look somewhat surprised...

David Wright: JAXX IS ABOUT TO GET BEAT BY TATIANA!!

ONE...!

TWO......!!

Reggie Stallworth: AND THE SINNER WITH THE KICKOUT! Beat by a woman? Ha!

Knight begins banging on the mat and telling Jaxx to stop underestimating Tatiana who grabs him by the hair and pulls him back to his feet, throwing him back against the turnbuckles and jumping to the middle rope, grabbing him and monkey-flipping him back toward the chair again. Jaxx hits the chair again and once again begins to roll around the ring in pain as Tatiana grabs him by the hair once again and pulls him back up again, setting up for a DDT but Jaxx pushes her off and leans on the ropes for a minute to regain his composure but she doesn’t give it up, charging at him. He grabs the top rope and ducks down, letting her go flying to the outside before pointing out that he just outsmarted her. Before he’s even done showing off however he gets levelled from behind by Dante with a strong forearm to the back of the head. The fans boo as Dante pulls Jaxx back up again and sets him up in waistlock, throwing him overhead in a German Suplex that just narrowly misses the chair once again. Dante goes quickly for the cover but the referee tells him he’s not the legal man. He angrily gets back up, pushing her down before grabbing Jaxx again and grabbing him around the throat, dropping him on to the chair with a legsweep/chokedrop combo. He begins screaming at Tatiana to get back up to make the tag to him as Jaxx lies there holding the back of his head.

Reggie Stallworth: DIRTY CHEAT!

David Wright: Ha!! Where were you the ninety times Jaxx has cheated so far in his PDW career?

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, well he wasn’t in a handicap match, was he?

Tatiana slowly struggles back up and crawls in to the ring against the wishes of Dante, who wanted her to make the tag, and hooks the leg of Jaxx but before TC Payne can even drop to make the three-count Knight pulls Tatiana off the cover and Dante levels him. Tialata grabs Dante by the throat but Dante knocks his hand away, nailing the big Samoan in the gut and whipping him hard against the ring steps. Tialata hits his head hard on the steps and his body seems to go limp as the steps bounce across the floor for a moment. Knight gets back up again and Dante grabs the cane that Jaxx threw down earlier and smashes him in the face with it before grabbing him in a side Russian Legsweep and putting the cane across his throat, dropping backwards and taking Knight out as well. Meanwhile in the ring Tatiana has climbed the ropes and is looking to finish Jaxx off with one big move. She leaps off the ropes in an attempt at the Shooting Star Legdrop but Jaxx rolls out of the way at the last possible second and she hits the mat hard.

Reggie Stallworth: That’s why they call it high-risk, because sometimes it’s just not worth the risk!

David Wright: Tatiana crashing and burning and crawling toward Dante to make the tag while Jaxx is using the steel cage to pull himself back up again.

Jaxx finally gets back to his feet as Tatiana makes the tag to a fired up Dante who climbs back in to the ring and grabs two trashcan lids from the weapons hanging down from the wires. He smashes Jaxx across the face with one, and then the other, before grabbing the Bloodshed Champion by the head and running him face first in to the steel cage. Jaxx bounces off holding his head in pain and as he removes his heads we see that there’s now blood dripping down his face. Dante keeps the advantage going however, putting down the lids and grabbing Jaxx, dragging him over to them and attempting a piledriver on to one of the lids but Jaxx is able to counter it and throw Dante up and over in a back body drop. Tatiana attempts to come back in to the ring but Jaxx grabs one of the trashcan lids and smashes her across the face with it as she charges at him, dropping her to the mat holding her face. Dante struggles up as Jaxx swings the trashcan lid at him as well now, dropping him to the mat as well. With both of them down Jaxx quickly climbs the turnbuckles, grabbing an actual trashcan as well as the saucepan that we saw hanging there earlier. Tatiana struggles back to her feet and Jaxx puts the trashcan over her and charges her back toward the turnbuckles, hitting a massive shoulder block in to the turnbuckles that crushes the trashcan in to her.

Reggie Stallworth: That’s more like it! The sight of his own blood as finally woken up the Jaxxster!

David Wright: I don’t think he was ever not awake Reggie, I just don’t think he was taking either of these two seriously until just now.

Reggie Stallworth: Well now he is and now the bloodshed can really begin...

Dante slowly gets back up again holding his head as Jaxx grabs the saucepan and just swings for the fences, hitting Dante square in the side of the head and almost taking his head off with the impact. He tumbles down to the mat nearing unconsciousness as Jaxx turns his attention back to Tatiana. Despite the tagging rule it now seems like the Bloodshed Champion is willing to fight both at once as his face is slowly getting covered in blood. He pulls Tatiana, still with the trashcan over her, out of the corner and whips her to the ropes, dropkicking the trashcan this time and sending Tatiana down with her still inside of it. She hits the mat hard as Jaxx runs the ropes, leaping up and crashing down on the trashcan with both knees, flatting a large portion of it against Tatiana’s upper body. The fans seem shocked by the sight of the half flatted trashcan wearing Russian as Jaxx kicks her out of the ring before pulling Dante back to his feet but Dante drives a knee to the gut of Jaxx to stop his momentum, grabbing the Bloodshed Champion by the leg and whipping him up and over in a massive Fishermans Suplex before rolling over and attempting to hook the leg...

David Wright: SECOND PINFALL OF THE MATCH...

ONE...!

TWO......!!

Reggie Stallworth: AND JAXX KICKS OUT AGAIN!

David Wright: It’s only a matter of time before he gets worn down by the numbers game though Reggie, especially with his backup laid out here in front of us.

Dante isn’t all that bothered by the kick out seemingly, pulling Jaxx up and picking him up to attempt a spinebuster but Jaxx hangs on to Dante’s head with a headlock, slowly getting him to release the spinebuster attempt. Dante doesn’t give in entirely, charging Jaxx back against the turnbuckles again. Dante grabs one of the trashcan lids and smashes Jaxx around the face with it before he’s even gotten out of the corner, dropping him to a seated position. With Jaxx prone Dante begins to rub his foot across the face of the Bloodshed Champion opening up the wound on his forehead even more. Dante goes for the killer blow, running the ropes but as he goes to deliver the final kick Jaxx rolls from the ring and Dante’s leg goes straight through the ropes to the point he accidentally crotches himself on the ropes. Dante rolls from the ring in pain as Tatiana finally gets the trash can off of herself on the outside and crawls across to check on him. The pair slowly pull themselves back to their feet as Charles Porter, who’s been rather quiet up until now, comes to check on them. For as the group help one another up the fans begin to go wild...

David Wright: What are they... oh no!

Reggie Stallworth: What is he...? JAXX WITH A MOONSAULT OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE JUST TOOK OUT BOTH MEMBERS OF THE ROYAL CARTEL AND THEIR MANAGER!!!

David Wright: AND THESE FANS ARE GOING NUTS!!

Reggie Stallworth: One thing’s for sure, they DEFINITELY like Jaxx now!

Jaxx struggles back to his feet and raises his arms to mass applause from the fans as the incident is replayed on all the video screens and the cameras see Jaxx scrambling up the side of the cage and balancing himself before throwing himself off from about fifteen feet in the air to masses off applause. With both members of the Cartel down now, alongside Knight and Tialata, the ringside area begins to look like a car wreck and Jaxx goes searching for something from under the ring. He pulls out a small cloth bag and quickly opens it, removing the forbidden weapon: THE CHEESE GRATER!!

David Wright: Oh no... is he TRYING to get in trouble?

Reggie Stallworth: I'm sure Star won't mind, it's been a long time.

David Wright: Won't mind?! It's forbidden in PDW for a reason!

Jaxx rakes the cheese grater across the forehead of Dante Gleason Poole ripping his flesh apart as blood begins to trickle from various different wounds on his forehead. He grabs Tatiana by the hair and goes to do the same thing before looking in to the camera and shaking his head slowly, shouting “don’t worry boss lady, the Jaxxster ain’t THAT evil” and tossing the cheese grater aside. He throws Tatiana back to the mat again before grabbing Dante, who’s whole face is now soaked in blood from the various cuts on his forehead, and rolling him back in to the ring. He signals to the fans and shouts “JAXX EFFECT” as the same section of the fans who cheered him so massively earlier pop wildly. He pulls Dante back up again and attempts to set up the move but Dante is able to struggle free and grab Jaxx from behind, locking in a submission chokehold around Jaxx’s throat. Jaxx desperately begins to struggle against the rope as Dante just squeezes even tighter, obviously angry at the injuries on his forehead. Jaxx continues to struggle against the hold, struggling toward the ropes and attempting to climb the turnbuckles with Dante still on his back, reaching up desperately for any weapons he can get his hands on. The only thing within his reach however is a rather odd looking cloth bag that he manages to pull down before realising what’s inside. With his strength slowly fading he drops to one knee now as Dante continues applying the choke, the anger on his face growing even more intense as Jaxx begins to face. Jaxx digs his hand in to the bag in desperation and grabs a handful of what’s inside, jamming his hand in to Dante’s face and Dante screams out in pain and breaks the hold. As Jaxx pulls his hand away we see Dante has thumbtacks stuck in various sections of his head and neck now and he’s desperately pulling at them in an attempt to remove them. With even more blood flowing now he struggles back to his feet as Jaxx, seemingly with the last of his strength, delivers a desperation move to put him down...

Reggie Stallworth: J-KICK ON DANTE GLEASON POOLE!!!

David Wright: But it took EVERYTHING that Jaxx had left and he’s just collapsed down to the mat. And that only leaves...

On the outside of the ring pulling herself to her feet we see Tatiana Gregoravich having just realised that Jaxx is now completely prone and lying in the ring. She slides back in to the ring and sees a half-choked out Jaxx struggling back up to his knees and begins stalking him, waiting for him to get back to his feet. He has no idea she’s even there as he struggles up, still with the cloth bag in his hand and she grabs him, nailing an Inverted Russian Legsweep on him and driving him down to the mat hard.

David Wright: INJECTION OF REJECTION!!! TATIANA JUST REJECTED JAXX IN THE WORST POSSIBLE WAY!!

Reggie Stallworth: NO WAY!! KICK OUT JAXX!! KICK OUT!!

ONE...!

TWO......!!

THREE.........???

Reggie Stallworth: NO!! NO!! NO!!!!!! JAXX KICKED OUT!!!!

David Wright: OH MY GOD!! THAT HAD TO BE TWO AND NINETY NINE ONE HUNDREDTHS!!!

Reggie Stallworth: TATIANA CAN’T BELIEVE IT!! SHE HOOKS THE LEG AGAIN!!

ONE...!

TWO......!!

Reggie Stallworth: JAXX KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!

David Wright: And Tatiana is screaming at TC Payne in Russian! She’s irate!

Tatiana finishes cussing out the referee in Russian before pulling Jaxx back up again and throwing him to the corner. She attempts to lift him to the top rope and finally gets him up there, setting up the Injection of Rejection again from the top rope but Jaxx counters with a shot to the gut, grabbing her in a front facelock and throwing her off the ropes in a front suplex, dropping her down hard on the mat. Dante gets back to his feet and clubs Jaxx from behind once again, beginning to spread the thumbtacks out across the mat to finally finish off the Bloodshed Champion...

David Wright: You know I can’t recall Jaxx getting a single near-fall in this match.

Reggie Stallworth: You know what I can’t recall? WHO THE HELL IS LEGAL?! Is it Dante or Tatiana?

David Wright: That’s a fair point Reggie, I can’t remember either and it seems that TC Payne isn’t bothering to try to figure it out anymore, she’s just trying to get this match over with but just LOOK at Dante! His face COMPLETELY covered in blood.

Reggie Stallworth: That’s the power of the cheese grater.

Dante grabs Jaxx by the hair and pulls him back up. The Sinner tries to fight back but Dante cuts him off with a knee to the gut before lifting him up on to his shoulders in a torture rack and raking him there for a minute before attempting to drop him in to the piledriver in to the combination he calls the Purity Of Innovation but somehow...

Reggie Stallworth: JAXX WITH THE COUNTER IN TO THE J-CUTTER!!

David Wright: How the hell did he just do that? He can bend his body in ways that most of us can only dream about!

Reggie Stallworth: I’m sure Dante would tell you the same thing about Tatiana!

Jaxx struggles back up again, as does Dante who swings at Jaxx but Jaxx ducks it and nails a low blow on Dante, which the fans actually pop for, before spinning him around and grabbing both his arms, twisting him in to a Wristlock Inverted-Double-Underhook position and climbing the turnbuckles, kicking off of the top rope and dropping Dante face first in to the thumbtacks.

Reggie Stallworth: THE FUTURE SHOCK IN TO THE THUMBTACKS!! DANTE IS DONE!!

David Wright: But Tatiana...

Tatiana clubs Jaxx from behind this time before he can make the pin but catches a sight of Dante’s face completely covered with blood and thumbtacks and is taken aback for just a moment. She turns her attention back to Jaxx as quickly as she can but it’s already been long enough for the Bloodshed Champion to grab the steel chair from the floor. He swings it hard, nailing her in the face and dropping her to the mat. He struggles back to his feet, grabbing a handful of the thumbtacks and dropping them on the chair before pulling Tatiana back to her feet again and hooking her up across his back for his variation of the Vertebreaker, which he hits directly on to the thumbtack covered steel chair. Tatiana’s whole body goes completely limp as blood begins to trickle down though her hair, with her FINALLY busted open after all the shots that all three have taken. Jaxx hooks both of her legs as she lays completely motionless on the mat.

David Wright: JAXX EFFECT!!

Reggie Stallworth: It’s done...

ONE...!

TWO......!!

THREE.........!!!

“Sinner” by Drowning Pool blasts across the PA system as Jaxx rolls from the ring and grabs his Bloodshed Championship belt, raising it above his head victoriously before dropping to one knee on the outside and half-crawling over to the announce table. He pulls himself up using the announce table and leans across, placing the Bloodshed Championship down on the table and pointing at it, talking to David and Reggie close enough that their microphones pick up what he’s saying.

Nicholas Jaxx: When those mother fuckers wake up somebody tell Tatiana that the Jaxxster doesn’t date losers and that she can ride Dante’s limp dick tonight because they just got owned by the DIAMOND FUCKING STANDARD!

He staggers backwards, raising the championship belt up again as Knight and Tialata, both having recovered while the match was still going, raise his arms victoriously. Tialata half-supports him as the trio head toward the ramp with Jaxx placing the title across his shoulder before making the diamond symbol at the ring once again and staggering up the ramp...

 

The scene cuts to backstage where we see Pete Ebdon and The Jaxxter looking around the backstage area, seemingly thrown off guard. We see that the Jaxxter is still missing his prized possessions, and Pete Ebdon is none too thrilled with missing his wrestling boots.

Pete Ebdon: You've been hunting this clown... who the hell is it?

Nicholas Jaxx: What? Are you kidding? It had to have taken more than one guy to do all this. I mean, the fuckin' pricks stole all of our shit. Our outfits, our ring attire, our wallets, our passports... everything!

Pete gives an exaggerated shake of the head as the two of them turn a corner, still looking for the perpetrator of this heinous action against The Pantheon.

Nicholas Jaxx: Honestly Pete, we need to keep our shit wired tight. We can't show weakness and these pricks are just bending us over and telling the world to come and poke around.

Pete Ebdon: Yeah. I guess they are.

The two come to a dead end, and stop. Both men look around the empty hallway they have found themselves in, not even recognizing this part of the building.

Pete Ebdon: You ever been here before?

Nicholas Jaxx: No.

Pete Ebdon: Me either.

The two begin to turn back from wence they came, when they notice a startled, rasping cough from above them.

Pete Ebdon: Jaxx, look up.

Nicholas Jaxx: No, you look up.

Pete Ebdon: Fine, we'll both look up together, all right?

Nicholas Jaxx: Fine. On the count of three.

They simultaneously count to three, and Ebdon motions to look up, with Jaxx following suit. Ebdon quickly looks back down again, leaving Jaxx to take the full brunt of the brutal image.

Nicholas Jaxx: Oh Jesus Christ...

Pete Ebdon: What? What is it?

Nicholas Jaxx: It's Aries...

At this, Ebdon does look up, and the camera pans to see Giovianni Aries hanging from the ceiling, tied to it, wearing a pink, feathered boa, tight, sequin leather pants also the colour of pink, giant, nine-inch stilletos and almost two pounds of makeup, making Aries look more like Jeffrey Star than an actual man. Both Ebdon and THe Jaxxter look on horrified.

Pete Ebdon: Oh Jesus...

Nicholas Jaxx: Okay. You know what? That's enough. Fuck this noise!

Pete Ebdon: Oh Jesus...

Nicholas Jaxx: Fuck this, fuck this, I'm out man. I'm fuckin' out.

Pete Ebdon doesn't even realize it as Nicholas Jaxx, his match already decided and therefore no longer needed in the Dynasty Spectrum, has taken to the hills. The scene cuts to ringside with Pete Ebdon still looking up at Aries, shocked and dismayed.

Prodigy Championship: Steel Cell Weapons Gauntlet

Pete Ebdon © vs. Drake & Catalina Benjamin

 

Reggie Stallworth: Main event time! Yes sir!

David Wright: And what a main event it will be as we will watch yet another member of the Pantheon face multiple opponents when Pete Ebdon battles it out with Drake and Catalina Benjamin for the Prodigy Championship! And there’s no doubt that Ebdon will want to put on is best performance in his first title defense.

Reggie Stallworth: What the hell was Star thinking when she made these matches?! Nicholas Jaxx was damn lucky he pulled through that!

David Wright: Actually, it wasn’t her. None of the show is the doing of Star. To my understanding it was Directrix Angel Deveraux who booked every single match! But unfortunately she wasn’t able to be with us tonight and we all know why. And everyone in this match was front and center for those events.

Reggie Stallworth: Yup, we all definitely took a gander at that! Pete too was beat down as well as his Precious little Christy Matthews.

David Wright: It was a perfect example of good triumphing over evil. Week in and week out we watched the Pantheon molest the wrestlers of Platinum Dynasty Wrestling. Joshua Payne was the sole reason why former Champion Mike Ryba was taken out of action, and we’ve all seen the various attacks on Steve Jason, even going so far as to crucify the man! And in the end…Payne got served. Like it was meant to be. There are always consequences for negative actions.

Reggie Stallworoth: You done Yoda?

David Wright: Oh, oh. Yeah.

Reggie Stallworth: We can start the match now?

David Wright: Of course!

Reggie Stallworth: Good!

The camera cuts to a huge cage hanging over the arena as cameras flash rapidly in its direction. A roof covers the cage and various weapons can be seen dangling dangerously from that roof. It then slowly pans down to the beautiful Sammantha Jinx standing in the ring with her mic in hand.

Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our “Speak No Evil” Main event of the night. The following contest is a Steel Cell Weapons Gauntlet match for the Prodigy Championship! Introducing first, the combined team of CATALINA  AND DRAKE BENJAMIN!!!

As Chad Kroger's Hero starts to play the lights in the arena go dim and the video screen comes to life with what looks like a cobra getting ready to strike. It looks as though it strikes the screen itself as Drake's face suddenly appears. The words King Cobra flash on the screen as Drake is shown walking away from a car that blows up in the background before switching to Drake catching his wife in his arms as she jumps from a window. Drake is then shown nailing an opponent with his version of a Yokosuka cutter and then another with a wheel kick. A close up of Drakes face is shown this time with a sinister smirk on it before showing Drake walking with his hands in his pockets and then him rolling under a move by an opponent before showing The words King Cobra flashing again. The view switches to Drake choking an opponent with a chain before showing Drake covered in blood staring back in the ring.

Reggie Stallworth: Is it just me or is Catalina a little cock eyed?!

David Wright: I dunno man. I never looked.

Reggie Stallworth: Oh well. She still fine!

It finally switches to Drake standing on top of a building looking down at the city street below before showing a cobra once more and then settling in on the words Drake Benjamin as Drake kisses his wife Catalina in the background. Catalina comes from the back with with a sinister smirk on her face and her hands on her hips. She looks back over her shoulder as out walks Drake Benjamin. He stands giving a cold serious stare toward the ring before looking down and taking the time to start wrapping his hands and wrist with tape. Catalina begins to lead Drake to the ring as Drake shows no emotion except the focus in his eyes. He finishes wrapping his wrist and hands and then throws the tape into the crowd before slowly climbing up on the ring apron and holding the ropes open for Catalina before climbing in himself. Drake pulls Catalina into a kiss before walking away and getting ready for the match. Catalina rubs Drake's cheek and then flips backwards over the top rope landing on her feet on the arena floor.

Sammantha Jinx: And their opponent, he is the reigning PDW Prodigy Champion…PETE EBDON!!!

The lights around the arena dim to black for a few moments before all the video monitors suddenly come to life with nothing but static across them and the low hum of crackling can be heard on the speakers before the oddly sweet voice of Bonnie Tyler blasts across the PA system...

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

I NEED A HERO!

“Halo” by Soil suddenly BLASTS across the speakers and the fans in the arena go absolutely wild, both booing and cheering.

...E B D O N E N T E R T A I N M E N T P R E S E N T S...

...T H E M E S S I A H O F P R O F E S S I O N A L W R E S T L I N G...

...T H E L O R D O F T H E R I N G...

...P E T E E B D O N...

A single spotlight shines down on to the stage finally breaking the darkness but revealing nothing but an empty stage. More spotlights pan around the crowd for a moment before locating a man standing on the guard rail near the cheap seats with his arms outstretched in a mock-crucifix pose, draped in a black robe with a hood that completely covers his head and flanked by his enforcer Christopher Richter. The two make their way through the crowd and down toward the ringside area where the first leaps the barricade and climbs on to the apron, climbing to the middle turnbuckle on the outside of the ring before ripping back the hood and revealing the smirking face of Pete Ebdon. He strikes the crucifix pose again before removing the robe entirely and dropping it in to the corner before leaping over the ropes and sitting down in the corner facing the entrance ramp.

David Wright: Ebdon’s crew won’t be too useful to him tonight inside that cage. And he’s got a fight ahead of him. If he gets through the first person he’s still got one more person to go up against.

Reggie Stallworth: That’s what happens when you dominate the fed by malicious means. I love it, though!

With his belt resting comfortably over his shoulder, Pete eyes his opponents carefully before handing his belt over to T.C. Payne. She takes it from him and then shoots a look at the Benjamins, pointing outside of the ring for one of them to take their leave. Drake turns to Catalina but she simply smirks in Pete’s direction, prompting Drake to give a smile of his own and step aside for Catalina.

Reggie Stallworth: Uh oh! Looks like the little lady is up!

David Wright: This should be interesting. We all know that gender means nothing in PDW. And Catalina is a pretty big woman!

Ebdon can’t help but smile back as he watches Drake leave the ring along with the referee. Both competitors then look up as the cage is slowly lowered down over the ring, but before Ebdon has the chance to drop his gaze to her again Catalina nails him with a superkick straight to the jaw out of nowhere! Ebdon’s goes down hard and Catalina is on him without hesitation, stomping away at the Prodigy Champion methodically, attempting to wear him down early on so that the task of his defeat is easier on herself. She then hauls Ebdon to his feet, only to flatten him once again with a Japanese Ocean suplex. As Ebdon attempts to get to his feet, Catalina makes her way to the other side of the ring, watching intently has he gets to his knees. She then charges towards him and executes a perfect running knee strike straight to his head! The fans roar in delight as Ebdon goes down like a ton of bricks. And an energized Catalina takes full advantage of the situation by going for him once again. This time, she sits Ebdon straight up and heads for the ropes once again. Catalina launches herself off and slams her boots into Ebdon’s lower back with a dropkick. Catalina flips to her feet and goes for the cover on Ebdon, hooking his leg.

ONE…

TWO…

Ebdon kicks out with force.

Reggie Stallworth: I know she didn’t really think it was gonna be over that fast and easy?

David Wright: Well she’s gotta try. The Prodigy title is on the line!

Reggie Stallworth: That’s Pete Ebdon, though! Or did she not know that? She probably can’t see ‘em with those eyes.

David Wright: Whoa, whoa! We don’t make comments like that in PDW! Next thing you know we’ll have some Asians rights group all over our asses!

Catalina lets out a deep sigh of frustration before beginning to look around. We suddenly see her hop back to her feet and rush to a side of the cage, beginning her ascension. Ebdon too climbs to his feet, in her pursuit, but an attempt to grab her foot proves in vain when Catalina slips out of his reach. She immediately wraps her hand around a kendo stick and yanks it down. She looks down to see Ebdon just below her and flies of the cage, cracking Ebdon across the skull with the stick upon her landing. The loud, sickening smack echoes throughout the arena in Newark as the fans eat up the action. Ebdon goes down to a knee, and neither Catalina nor Drake can believe it!  Their eyes are wide with  disbelief as Ebdon gets back to his feet, staring Catalina down omnipotently.  Ebdon signals with his hands for more, and Catalina laughs, swinging the kendo stick in in uppercut instead of an overhead, and drives the kendo stick directly into Ebdon's groin!  This time he goes all the way down! Ebdon clutches at his groin as Catalina hits him with the cane over and over, delivering blows to his unprotected face, throat, and shoulders!

Reggie Stallworth: Damn!  Bitch's got the spirit of the samurai!

David Wright:  Man, what'd I tell you?

Catalina continues humiliating and pummeling Ebdon with her kendo stick as the Prodigy Champ tries his best to absorb the beating. Suddenly, Catalina throws the kendo stick aside and begins unleashing a flurry of martial arts kicks and punches onto her vulnerable opponent. Ebdon remains huddled up to protect himself from the blows until finally, he explodes to his feet and smashes his fist into Catalina's chin with a barbaric European uppercut that sends her flying through the air! Taking a moment to get his bearings, Ebdon retrieves Catalina's abandoned kendo stick and stalks in her direction. With no warning, Catalina receives a vicious crack across the forehead from the stick. He then drops the stick and slides out of the ring, immediately going under neither and sliding out a huge ladder. Ebdon tosses the ladder back into the ring and follows right after it. Catalina is down and looks to be almost out of it as blood pours from her forehead. Ebdon sets the ladder up and stumbles around a bit, wiping the blood from his face he slowly begins to climb the ladder as Catalina pulls herself up. Catalina makes her way up to the top turnbuckle behind Ebdon and then leaps off nailing Ebdon in the back of the head with a spin kick, knocking Ebdon forward. Ebdon crashes to the mat face first into the steel ladder with Catalina landing on him with an inadvertent leg drop. Catalina rolls around holding her leg as Ebdon lies on the mat twitching in pain.

Reggie Stallworth: Damn!  All kinds of Kung Fu mayhem tonight!

Catalina stands up and limps over towards Ebdon.  She kicks him in the face once, then looks at the ladder.  The second she takes her eyes off of him, Ebdon quickly gets to his feet, grabs her from behind and throws Catalina halfway across the ring with a German suplex, flipping her inside out!  She lands on the top turnbuckle, her midsection taking the brunt of the impact!!

Reggie Stallworth:  Hope she wasn't pregnant!

David Wright:  Ebdon might have just rearranged Catalina's insides!

Catalina is stuck on the top rope, and Ebdon charger her, driving his knee into her back!  Catalina is screaming in pain!  Ebdon wipes some of the blood off of her head with his hand, then smears it across his chest!

Reggie Stallworth:  Ebdon's finally lost it!

David Wright:  What is he, the last of the Mohican's?

Catalina lies on the mat, looking somewhat like a dead fish as Ebdon looks down at her. He then looks above them and heads for the side of the ring before climbing up and towards the gruesome display of weapons. His hand  finds a chair and he snatches it down and drops it to the mat, right on top of Catalina! He then climbs down just a little before letting go of the cage and driving his knee straight into the chair that lies across Catalina’s stomach! She isn’t even able to cry out as the wind is knocked form her body before he picks her up once again. Ebdon has Catalina up in a fireman’s carry but Catalina drops down behind him. Ebdon turns around and gets nailed right in the head with a Pele kick, staggering him. Catalina goes for a spring board moonsault into a DDT but Ebdon catches her. Again Catalina drops down behind Ebdon. Grabbing his head, she slams him face first right into a chair that was laying on the mat before quickly placing the ladder on top of Ebdon’s head. Catalina goes to the top rope and dives off with a senton into the ladder. She rolls around holding her back in pain as Ebdon lays there motionless. Catalina goes for the pin, but at two and a half Ebdon kicks out in what looks more like an involuntary spasm than an intended bodily motion. 

Reggie Stallworth:  Ebdon is just relying on primal instinct that this point!

Catalina slowly climbs up to the top rope, barely keeping her balance.  She looks down at Ebdon, but he quickly gets up, runs up the ropes, and pulls her backward with him, hitting the Rib-Cracker!!  Catalina is screaming as she holds her midsection!  Ebdon goes for the pin! 

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

David Wright: She’s gonna be in so much pain after all of this.

Reggie Stallworth: You gotta admit though. That kung fu bitch put up a fight! I thought her ass would never been gone!

Catalina can barely move as the referee calls for the bell, but she somehow begins to slink her way to the edge of the ring as Drake Benjamin now enters the cage, immediately running to his wife. He slides her out of the ring and looks as though he will carry her out but Catalina, being the strong woman that she is, shrugs him off and begins to limp out herself.

Reggie Stallworth: Cute.  Women's empowerment always brings a tear to my eye.

Drake’s eyes immediately dart to an exhausted Pete Ebdon inside of the ring. And Drake wastes no time climbing up onto the apron and through the ropes to meet Ebdon. As Ebdon struggles to regain his composure Drake immediately takes him down with a scissor kick! And another beating ensues as Drake begins laying the boots to Ebdon, concentrating on his midsection just as Ebdon had previously done to Catalina. Drake then yanks Ebdon to his feet by the hair and throws him in the corner as if he is nothing. Drake follows up by charges across the ring and hitting Ebdon with a vicious shoulder block to the stomach. Ebdon is crawling on the ground with a huge smile on his face.

David Wright:  Is he...Is he smiling?

Drake raises an eyebrow as Ebdon clutches his boot, trying to pull Drake's feet from underneath him.  Drake's confusion doesn't last long, and he kicks Ebdon straight in the mouth! 

Reggie Stallworth:  He's still smiling!

Drake picks Ebdon up, and grabs him by the face, winding up for a haymaker.

David Wright:  This is gonna be all she wrote!  Ebdon can't take any more!

Just before Drake lands the shot, Ebdon spits the blood that had been accumilating in his mouth directly into The King Cobra's eyes!

Reggie Stallworth:  Pure genious!

David Wright:  Pure grossness!  That's gotta be a health code violation!

Ebdon looks like he's about to collapse, but in the blink of an eye, he suddenly runs to the ropes, and hits Drake with a sprinboard moonsault!  When Ebdon comes down, he doesn't splash Drake, he brings his knees down on Drake's head!  Ebdon goes for the cover!

ONE…

TWO…

Drake kicks out!

Blood is already pooling around Drake's head, and upon closer inspection, half of his eyebrow is hanging off of his face!

Ebdon has Drake down and a bloody mess in the corner and Drake looks to be barely able to move. Ebdon pulls him up and looks to be going for a spiked DDT. Drake reverses it, lifting Ebdon up and draping him across the top turnbuckle. Drake climbs up behind Ebdon in the corner and puts Ebdon on his shoulders. He leaps off, taking Ebdon down with an electric chair drop right into the ladder that was laying on the mat. Ebdon rolls around in pain as Drake lays on the mat, near motionless and drained from his own move. But he somehow creates a way to find the ropes and pull himself back to his feet while Ebdon still attempts to recover. Drake heads over to Ebdon, kicking him for good measure before he pulls him up once again.

David Wright: This is like a goddamn horror movie! Look at them!

Reggie Stallworth: What the hell do you expect in match like this?! But damn...yeah...that is nasty!

A drowsy Ebdon manages to chop Drake across the chest, prompting Drake to do none other than chop him back. Ebdon then fires back once again, chopping Drake twice across the chest and backing him up slowly. Ebdon has Drake tied up in the ropes. He sets two chairs up and then lays the ladder over them like a scaffold before turning and working over Drake more before dragging him over to the chairs and ladders. Ebdon goes for a suplex onto the ladder but Drake reverses it, dropping Ebdon stomach first across the ladder. Ebdon lies prone across the ladder and suddenly Drake does a moonsault, coming down with both knees across the neck and back of Ebdon. Drake goes for the pin. 

ONE…

TWO…

Ebdon gets a shoulder up! Drake mounts Ebdon and begins to punch away furiously, landing blow after blow to Ebdon's face and jaw!  Drake pushes Ebdon back down and goes for another pin.

ONE…

TWO…

Ebdon kicks out again!  Drake screams, then stands up, looking around the ring for something. His eyes light up when he spots a 2x4 wrapped in a towel jammed in the cage.  Drake climbs the cage, grabs the board, and then jumps down.  Ebdon rushes at Drake, but Drake merely sidesteps him and Ebdon goes face first into the cage, then crashes back down to the ring holding his neck!

Reggie Stallworth:  What the hell is that towell wrapped around that board for?

Drake reaches in his tights and pulls out a small, shiny object. 

David Wright:  Is that a...

Drake flips the top open, and sparks the lighter to life.

David Wright:  That is!  It's a lighter!

Drake touches the flame to the towel, and it instantly ignites!  Drake closes the lighter and throws it into the crowd.  Ebdon is stirring on the other side of the ring, but once he sees the flame, he begins to get his bearings.  He scurries into the corner, begging Drake not to hit him with the flaming 2x4!  Drake laughs, then rushes Ebdon!  Drake swings the board, but Ebdon ducks!  He grabs Drake from behind, and hits him with a german suplex!  In mid-air the flaming towell flies off the board, and lands directly onto Drake's face as he hits the ground! Drake's entire head looks as if it's ablaze!  He rolls around the ring in a desperate attempt to extinguish the flames!

Reggie Stallworth:  You can't stop, drop, and roll with gasoline!  He needs to get that towell off his face!

Drake finally grabs the towell, and throws it away, where it is stomped out by the referee.  Ebdon looks down at Drake, and kicks him a few times in the face.

David Wright:  Ebdon is showing absolutely NO mercy tonight.

Reggie Stallworth:  Why would he?  Drake's the one who brought out the fire, but he's the one who got burned.  Why should Ebdon go easy on him now?

Ebdon smiles down at Drake as Catalina watches with worry outside of the ring. Ebdon lifts Drake up and throws him hard into the ropes. As Drake bounces back Ebdon elevates him face first into the steel cage with a modified flapjack, as if Drake hasn't been through enough already! Drake has barely hit the ground before Ebdon is on him again. He lifts Drake up and looks to be going for a backdrop but instead drops him across his knee with a modified back breaker! With Drake face up on the mat Ebdon moves toward the closest turnbuckle, grabbing hold of the top rope and leaping up first on to the middle turnbuckle, then on to the top turnbuckle and finally throwing himself backward, landing a moonsault onto Drake. Ebdon goes for the cover, as Catalina screams at Drake from ringside, urging him to kick out.

ONE…

TWO…

David Wright:  This has gotta be it for Drake Benjamin.

But Drake kicks out!  Ebdon can't believe it!  He's shaking his head in disbelief!

Reggie Stallworth:  I'm just as shoked as Ebdon is!

Ebdon picks Drake up, then throws him on his shoulders.  Ebdon walks over towards the ladder, then slams Drake head first onto the ladder with a modified Ego Driver!

Reggie Stallworth:  There ain't no way Drake's kicking out of that one!  He'll be lucky if he ever kicks anything ever again after that!

Ebdon goes for the cover. 

ONE…

TWO…

Reggie Stallworth:  And Pete Ebdon retain-

Drake kicks out!  Even the ref looks shocked!

Reggie Stallworth:  What the fu-

Catalina is pleading with Drake to stay down, but he struggles to get back to his feet. Drake looks as if he's wearing the last pint of blood his body had in it, and he collapses to the ground as he tries to pull himself up with the ropes.  Ebdon is clenching his jaw in disbelief, looking almost insulted by Drake's refusal to stay down. He picks up Drake’s head and slaps him hard across the face as if trying to slap some sense into him. Drake, however, is still relentless. He continues to attempt to pull himself up until Ebdon does it for him, grabbing a handful of Drake’s hair and violently pulling him to his feet. Ebdom punches Drake hard in the gut before launching him into the ropes again. Drake barely flies b ack across the ring to Ebdon who awaits, but Drake uses everything in him to nail Ebdon in the stomach with a hard kick, doubling him over! Drake picks up Ebdon in a vertical suplex position before flipping out of it into a sitting position and crushing Ebdon with a stunner!

David Wright: COUNTER STRIKE!!! COUNTER STRIKE!!

Reggie Stallworth: AND DRAKE BENJAMIN IS ALIVE ONCE AGAIN!

What an amazing save by Drake! He and Ebdon both lay stretched out on the mat, completely sapped of their energy after this brutal, grueling bout between the two of them. Catalina still sits outside of the cage, cheering on her husband and still visibly hurt from her time in the ring, but paying it no mind as she supports Drake continuously. With Catalina’s cheering, Drake finally stirs, moving just a bit before finally beginning to come to his feet completely on his own. Ebdon is soon to follow, having to use the ropes to get back up, unlike his opponent. Drake’s determination brings him completely to his feet and leads him to the corner, where he begins to climb to the top rope as the volume in the arena comes to deafening heights. Catalina claps loudly as she watches Drake make the climb with a dazed Ebdon barely able to know what’s going on. Signs praising the Benjamin’s fly into the air as Drake takes to the air!

David Wright: Its over! It’s fucking over! New Prodigy Champion!

Reggie Stallworth: HOLY SHIT!!!

But what’s this?! No! Ebdon catches Drake in mid air on his shoulders and spins him off into a piledriver!

David Wright: EGO DRIVER! EGO DRIVER!

Ebdon goes for the pin, this time grabbing Drake’s tights!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL PDW Prodigy Champion…PETE EBDON!!!

David Wright: Whoa! What a fucking match! I could’ve sworn Drake had him!

Reggie Stallworth: Drake defeated Ebdon’s girlfriend last week and he nearly defeated Ebdon himself tonight! That was a performance to be proud of for damn sure!

With the match being over, Pete Ebdon gets up and off the mat as he celebrates his victorious showing here in the main event as Catalina opens the cage and rushes inside to Drake. Ebdon looks at his two opponents, Drake and Catalina, as their arms are wrapped around each other, fatigued and with their heads downward to the mat. Ebdon then goes to celebrate his victory. All of a sudden the lights flicker in and out before leaving the entire damn audience in the dark. The cameras flashing simultaneously, as the lights flash towards the ring. You can see flickering images of Ebdon circling around in the steel cage, wondering what the hell is going on. All of a sudden from the entrance ramp, a hologram on the center of the entrance stage of an image that looks like "The Innovata of Xtreme" Kindred London, as the hologram figure twirled around continuously.

"There Comes A Time In A Lifetime When One Man Can Be Considered A "Hero" To All …."

The hologram image continues to twirl around, as it is a figurative image of Kindred London with his top off, as it keeps rotating.

"There Comes A Time When Everyone Counts On Their "Hero" to Save Them …"

The crowd goes livid to seeing the hologram image, as the lights are still out.

"That Time ….. Is Now!"

With that, the hologram image disappears before a loud bang of blue pyros going off across the entrance stage.

We got 'em goin down for the count, lookin at the ground
That's why we got haters, that's why we got haters
Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go, where we go
Haters goin down for the count (ONE) lookin at the ground (TWO)
I think you're a hater, I think you're a hater
Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go
Haters everywhere we go, where we go, haters goin down for the count

The entrance way glows up with smoke from the pyros as the image of a body comes through the thick cloud of smoke as the song plays and the crowd goes fucking nuts. It is indeed Kindred London, as he is not alone. His weapons of mass destruction in hand, as the lights flicker back on, only to show Kindred looking nowhere else but down the center of the aisle and inside the steel cage where Pete Ebdon and The Benjamin’s are standing side by side, in the center.

Kindred slowly makes his way down, keeping this poised look on his face as he stares at the three. A grin then comes from the side as he reaches the ring, before turning right. He was slowly making his way as Drake and Catalina had a look of worry while Ebdon was already in stance, waiting for Kindred to make a move at him. Kindred was just as calm as can be. With the bat, cane, stun gun and handcuffs on his body.

Kindred requests a microphone from the ring announcer. He then resets his eyes on the three. Looking up the three steps, Kindred walked up the three before choosing to open the cage door. Finally stepping inside, Kindred just smiled at the sight of Pete Ebdon as he glanced at the title he had just finished defending. Standing a few feet away from Ebdon, Kindred swapped the cane into his hand with the bat, while he held the microphone with his right hand. Kindred just continued to smirk, as he could see the intensity in the eyes of Ebdon.

Kindred London: Dayumm homie …. Long time no see, man! Good to see you back in the ring. Last we crossed locker rooms was when we were in PWX. Now here we are again ….

Ebdon looked at the audience before looking back at Kindred, mocking his grin. Kindred circled around him and the other two with a delightful smile.

Kindred London: You know I was in the back, months and months away from this place had me curious to what was going on. I was here last week, and now I'm here tonight. Some think I left prematurely do to some decisions. It was nothing towards that. I had a schedule to maintain, going across the world and exploring. An international player, you see …

Kindred brushes his hand across his corn rolls, before stopping back in front of Ebdon and the other two.

Kindred London: However, this is why I'm not here tonight. I am here to fix some "things". I bet you're wondering what that is, Ebdon. See, over the past month and more, the roster has been terrorized by this little group called the "Pantheon".

Kindred sees the facial expression on Ebdon.

Kindred London: Now, now, now … Don't dare make that face. Is it because I'm right? I have gotten tired of you and your posse' antics on Disclosure and so forth. You're looking at these weapons in my possession. Are you feared by them, Ebdon? Huh?

Kindred smirks.

Kindred London: Tonight is the night. Right now is the time where everything around here is going to change. I promise you …. That after I'm done splatting your brains out, Ebdon … the landscape around this 'bad boy' will be changed forever and it will stay. Your leader isn't here, Jaxxster's in the back singing "I'm too Sexy", the other assholes are in the back patching up, leaving only you to be taught the lesson and treated as an example …

Kindred saying that, he swindles the bat in his hand as he looks at the three. The two behind Ebdon are cautious. Kindred stares Ebdon eye to eye as the crowd is deafening right now. Kindred walks over to the couple as he cracks a grin.

Kindred London: After tonight, you won't have to worry about being terrorized, kids. This big bad bully and his crew will be deleted … for once and for all.

The two seems delighted about it, but are still a bit conscious of Kindred being in the steel cage with them.

Kindred London: Now back over to you, slugger. First off, Congratulations on the win tonight man. I really, really enjoyed the showdown. I know, too bad ol' K-Lo had to ruin the ending of it. That's a good thing; I'm going to show you why it is a good thing.

Kindred drops the Singapore cane over to the side as he again swindles the aluminum bat around in a circle. Slowly pacing around Ebdon, with the bat in stance, seemingly ready to hit a Barry Bond's replay Homer on Ebdon's skull. Kindred then roll over to the couple as he smiles brightly over at them. Ebdon gives a devilish glare at Kindred as he sides with the couple. He shows the two the bat.

Kindred London: Meet "Crackle" …. Crackle is a mean son of a bitch. Crack your head wide open. Same to what's going to happen in a few moments to Ebdon.

Kindred points over to the Cane.

Kindred London: Meet "Crippler" …. Another bad boy … Will instantly cripple your legs into a million pieces.

Dropping the bat, Kindred grabs hold of the stun gun … Catalina becomes a little shakened by the sight of the stun gun.

Kindred London: Don't worry doll face … This is "Sparky" … Thirty Thousand Volts to your body. Will make a perfect twin of Don King. Sneaky little bastard too … He can strike in any second.

Saying that, Kindred instantly hits the switch, sticking it right to Catalina's nerve point, instantly knocking her to the floor. Drake goes to lunge at Kindred for that, but easily dodges out of the way before holding up the microphone.

Kindred London: Don't even think about it, "Slickster" … She didn't need to see what was about to happen anyway.

The audience began booing Kindred's actions with the stun gun, shocking Catalina with it.

Drake, not choosing to abide by Kindred's warning, he goes after Kindred, choosing to swing, but Kindred ducks easily before sticking the taser right to the side of Drake, hitting the juice as it quickly put him to the floor. The audience who were going wild were now going sour on Kindred. Ebdon's face showed confusion, but then he began to smile. Kindred, dropping the stun gun drags the defenseless Drake Benjamin to his knees, as he motions over to Pete Ebdon.

"Come On!"

Ebdon doing so after a few seconds, he holds Drake the rest of the way up before serving him to Kindred with an Irish whip as Kindred delivered a bone-cracking spinebuster to Drake as he wiggled wildly on the canvas from the move. Again Kindred holds Drake up half-way, handing him to Ebdon. Ebdon smiling with satisfaction hits his "Ego Driver" onto Drake, laying him flat in the center of the canvas.

With Drake completely knocked out and Catalina still out from the shock, Kindred goes over to Pete Ebdon as he raises his arms in victorious fashion. Bending down, Kindred hands Ebdon his title, as they celebrate in the middle of the ring.

The attention is suddenly shifted away from those in the ring, their celebration halted as the Platinum Tron lights up with static, all is suddenly quiet as we are given a feed of the parking lot. The image is grainy, as if done by a handy-cam. We see a hand filter over the image as it changes the focus. We see an eye, a cold blue-grey, deeply intelligent flash briefly to see if the camera is working. The figure quickly disappears from the camera's frame, and when it returns, its back is turned to us. We see it is wearing a black, beaten down leather jacket and appears to be wearing black jeans as well. It walks a few meters away from the camera, turns its glance to over the shoulder for a moment, and then reasserts itself.

???: I've been watching, you know. I've been watching as the world goes by in PDW. I've watched you all try to make yourselves gods. I've tried to stomach those of you who would claim to be the best, making asses of yourselves by claiming to be The Almighty Himself, or claim to have a giant penis, or tried to use the boss's own feelings against her. I've watched as your so-called champions, your so-called Titans of the Platinum Dynasty tried to destroy or conquer all they could see. I've watched as some--however retarded as they may be--tried to unite the few left out by the Titan's efforts, and launch a counter-strike. I've watched, and I've bided my time. I've watched as men were spurred to action by the beating of a young woman. I watched in horror as at first, no one lifted a finger. Not one fan chose to jump the barricade. Not one broadcaster chose to reach down south, find out they had a pair and lifted a finger. No one. Not one Goddamn man chose to stand up and say... "This isn't right."

The voice seems to pull something out if his leather jacket, his neck-length black hair combed back, the picture of perfection. The camera loses its focus for a moment, but quickly regains its own composure. There is the sound of splashing as some fluid is trickled against material and pavement. The voice continues.

???: And I guess... this is what I should expect of this generation. This is what I should expect of those who have chosen to call themselves Gods, those who have claimed superiority without proving their own mettle. Those who bitch about a broken arm, those who complain about hurt feet, those who are not able to wake up in the morning and simply deal with the pain... the simple truth about you all, and about this... Pantheon... in particular... is that, you've all forgotten. You've all chosen to forget. You've all chosen to forget what brought you here, who made you, and who allowed you to take up the baton, and carry it across the finish line. You've all forgotten just why you're even allowed to breathe in that ring... and now... I'm here to remind you.

The figure steps back casually, never once turning to the camera. He seems to take a large inhale, and then exhales coolly. From a front pocket of his jeans, he withdraws something, and the familiar metallic clink of a Zippo lighter's lid being opened, and the scratching of the flint and steel signals the lighting of fire. The figure kneels and leans the Zippo into something, and within moments a streak of fire burns across the pavement of the parking lot. It is warm and it is beautiful, and the figure, illuminated by the glow of golden fire, simply rests there, on one knee, with one hand closing the zippo and stuffing it away. He watches the trail, the camera follows it as best as it can, and then...

The explosion rocks the camera, nearly knocking it over. It regains its own sense of composure and focus, and we see the figure is gone. In its place is a stretch limousine, clearly alight with the dancing flames of victory. Strewn across the limousine, now burning tenderly, are the missing effects of the Pantheon's locker room. Each item is closely inspected before it disappears in a flash of fire by the camera, and when all objects are accounted for, the figure steps back in front of the camera, the figure's back still to the camera.

???: There's a man going 'round taking names. And He will decide who to free, and who to blame. This man will look upon the faces that have wrought this decay in PDW, he will look upon the actions of those who would rather see this Dynasty eat itself from within like some kind of self-cannibalizing beast than suffer personally. He will look upon you all, and he will cast judgment... and those who are found wanting... well, they'll just have to Fade...

... to Black.

At this, the figure turns, his face now illuminated by the symbolic burning of the Pantheon. We see a face we haven't seen in months. A face familiar to anyone and yet dreaded by many. It's the face of John Raide. He smiles, takes a drag of a cigarette, and then disappears into the night, the final moments of Speak No Evil showing the burning limousin.